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He didn't know how far he had wandered. He had just kept running and running, for once glad of his newfound body's constitution. But now he was finally tired and he doubted his pursuers were close by (if they were even looking for him anymore). So for now, he found an abandoned warehouse, bundled up under a tarp, and rested.
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Wally had been scouting the area for the enemy when he found the boy. He'd noticed a particularly weird shaped clump in the corner and when he removed the tarp, he found a body. At first he thought the body was dead since he had no pulse and was cold to the touch. But then the boy suddenly sat up causing Wally to have to back up (he did not yelp from the sudden movement thank you very much).
The boy backed up towards the warehouse wall and pulled his knees to his chest as he studied Wally. For his part, Wally studies the boy back. He was clad in a black suit with golden accents and more knives that Wally was comfortable with. His golden avian eyes seemed to bore into the young hero. They seemed to size Wally up as opposed to being full of fear. Additionally, despite being huddled away in hiding the boy displayed no signs of fear. Overall it felt less like he was cowering away and more like he was silently judging him. Wally really didn't like how it felt like this kid would slit his throat if given the chance.
As the two continued their staring contest, Wally felt a gust of wind and Barry was suddenly by his side. "Kid Flash, what's up? You weren't answering your co-" Barry trailed off as he noticed the boy.
He side glanced at Wally but the sidekick only shrugged back. Barry stepped forward. The boy tensed, muscles suddenly tight and body ready to spring. Barry quickly put his hands up.
"We don't want to hurt you," He said. "Quite the opposite actually. We're heroes, we can help."
The body blinked long and slow at him, before finally his body seemed to uncoil. He gracefully got to his feet and neared the pair, circling around them once before stopping in front of them with a soft smile.
Wally returned it with a smile of his own. "So uh- why are you here? Is someone chasing you or something? Wait, what's your name first?"
The boy's face crumpled into something sad before he pulled down the collar of his suit to reveal a scar running across his throat. Oh. Both heroes side glanced each other at the same time, a silent communication shared between them. The bats? The bats.
Look, when they had decided to reincarnate with Tucker this cycle they hadn’t exactly expected this. Tucker didn’t either, so thank fuck it’s apparently not a normal thing, but still! The matching gold eyes are pretty cool, and at least their fangs and claws have stayed but like, everything else? Ugh. So very not good.
At least all four are together still, even if it’s in this absolutely crazy scenario of rich cults, undead child assassins, and wow this is like some sort of ridiculous novel or anime scenario when you put in the whole reincarnation thing…
Alright, so they’re getting out right? Yeah they can all agree on that- and thank fuck these new bodies of theirs are Liminal or else they wouldn’t be able to communicate. Seriously, who slits kids’ throats? The cult people, apparently, so honestly fuck them. They're getting out of here.
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Danny has a problem. He is a protective spirit. Which means he has to protect people or he will slowly drive himself insane. But he doesn’t want to be used for his strength. The solution? Become a fake oracle for Clockwork.
He can warn people of things that shouldn’t happen therefore saving them. Somehow Clockwork agrees and Danny is sent out.
The Justice league hears about him and his accurate prophecies and goes to investigate. They find out the work is going to end if they don’t convince the Ghost king to help them defeat one of his old enemies. They just have to find him.
Danny knows Clockwork is laughing. Now he has to pretend to be a human while leading them to find his own alter ego.
Reporter: King Phantom! Can you tell us some of your favorite memories of Earth during the course of your long existence?
Danny: I ran a gang once. That was fun.
Reporter: Um....what?
Danny: Yeah, it was in 1868, Gotham city had just finished establishing itself as a major trading hub and crime had picked up due to corruption running through the police forces. I was summoned by accident, when a young orphan witch, wanted to save her brother from a public hanging. I saved the boy, and took over the local orphanage which was selling the children for cheap labor. They became my gang, that wrecked havoc upon those who scorned them for being orphans. We ran that city for fifty years.
Clark: Are you-are you referring to the notorious gang leader, Danny Fenton?
Danny: Wow, I haven't heard my borrowed human name in centuries. Why do you know that at the top of your head?
Clark thinking about Bruce going raving mad trying to prove Danny Fenton, fourteen year old boy from Illinois in Damian's class, is a time traveler at last week's JL meeting: I just really love history.
"Go on. Don't you wanna know what's on the other side?" Sam encouraged and Danny couldn't help but pull the suit on and brave into the portal. Was this really worth it? Just to impress a girl he'd just met?...
Yes.
Within the archway, Danny could hear a light mechanical humming. But it wasn't coming from the machine around him, it felt more like a ringing in his ear. It got louder as he went further in. It made him dizzy. Once he stood in the center, it almost sounded like words.
Better off forgetting the name.
He lost his balance and caught onto the wall. He screamed in pain as everything around him turned bright green. It felt almost like drowning in a dry liquid full of electricity. He felt his skin burn and his lungs fill with a foreign gel-like substance. He tried to gasp for air but he couldn't open his mouth. He flailed around until he felt a hint of air on his fingertips. He tried to swim in the direction of the air, but whatever he was in was so thick, he barely made it a few inches closer.
Suddenly a hand reached in and pulled him out on his back onto stone ground. He struggled for air, before his body forced him to cough up a green substance. The person there turned him on his side and patted him on the back while he coughed and vomited out more of the green gel. Finally, he could breathe. Danny tried to turn to see the person who saved him. Instead, when he flopped onto his back, all he saw was an empty cave. Was he in a cave before? He could have sworn he was in a... a... huh, he must have been in a cave. Danny turned his head to look around. Above, uh, behind him, was some kind of altar or a throne. Everywhere else was just more cave. Except for the massive glowing something, which he couldn't see because his body was in the way.
A few minutes passed and Danny heard footsteps come into the cave. It sounded like two people. Then one of them spoke. It didn't sound like any language he'd heard before. He only recognized one word.
Danyal? Yeah, that was his name, wasn't it? It sounded right. He craned his head up to where the voice was coming from. A woman and a child were standing above him. He didn't recognize them, but there was something. Something he couldn't get his finger on. He reached his hand to hold his neck, and little by little the cave, and the people in it, faded into darkness.
"The kid was clever-, had a knack for finding byways and loopholes. Had the boy's grandfather just given him a little more time I'm sure... No matter. What happened happened a long time ago, you're better off just forgetting the name."
It was the same voice, the one from the, the, urgh, the voice he heard before. In, the water? Why did it sound like a speaker? Danny felt someone grab his arm and hold him down. There was also more talking. But it was the woman from the cave. He couldn't understand. He opened his eyes and stopped struggling. He, he was in a bed. Oh, he must have been dreaming.
OK, Danyal has to be his name, but the rest? Did he lose his mind or something? Why did none of it make sense? She pulled him into her arms and his vision was obscured in her long flowing hair. Who was this woman? Why did she smell like home? Danny turned his face into the woman's chest. Not just home, she felt like safety. "Yu-ounmah" Danny tried to speak but it didn't sound right.
The woman held him slightly away from her. "ՇђคՇ เร гเﻮђՇ, เ ค๓ ץ๏ยг Yumma." She said, pointing at herself.
Was that her name then? Did he already know that? "Yu...ma" he struggled.
Yumma brushed a lock of hair from his face, caressed his cheek and looked soulfuly into his eyes. "ץ๏ย ђคשє ςђคภﻮє๔ ร๏ ๓ยςђ. ๒ยՇ เ ฬ๏ยɭ๔ кภ๏ฬ ץ๏ยг Ŧคςє คภץฬђєгє."
He still didn't understand, but whatever she said sounded sweet.
"M҉a҉m҉i҉,҉ ҉w҉h҉o҉ ҉i҉s҉ ҉t҉h҉i҉s҉?҉ ҉W҉h҉y҉ ҉d҉o҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉ ҉c҉a҉l҉l҉ ҉h҉i҉m҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉r҉ ҉s҉o҉n҉ ҉w҉h҉e҉n҉ ҉I҉ ҉h҉a҉v҉e҉ ҉n҉o҉ ҉b҉r҉o҉t҉h҉e҉r҉s҉?҉" a younger sounding voice spoke from further away. It sounded like a question. Aside from that it was much too fast for Danny to understand.
"๔ค๓เคภ. ђค๒เ-" she hesitated "ร๏ภ. Շђเร เร Danyal, ђє ๔เє๔ ๒єŦ๏гє ץ๏ย ฬєгє ๒๏гภ." She sounded, guilty almost.
"H҉o҉w҉ ҉c҉o҉u҉l҉d҉ ҉y҉o҉u҉ ҉k҉e҉e҉p҉ ҉s҉u҉c҉h҉ ҉i҉m҉p҉o҉r҉t҉a҉n҉t҉ ҉i҉n҉f҉o҉r҉m҉a҉t҉i҉o҉n҉ ҉f҉r҉o҉m҉ ҉m҉e҉?҉" The kid yelled and Yumma stood up from the bed.
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Silly Idea: Danny has been getting summoned a lot by a bunch of wackado heathens lately so he's getting super annoyed about it because it takes a lot out of him to push back against the summons. But the one time they successfully summon him is fresh from watching The Last Unicorn with Dani and he is frustrated, exhausted, and now forcibly possessing the body of whatever hapless idiot that got themselves captured by a fucking cult. So he plays up the dramatics a little.
Just collapses onto the ground and screams.
"What have you done?! What have you done!! You awful dreadful humans!! I am not human! I am @#)#fjm&*(*:*^69!!" Danny pounds his hosts fist on the ground all dramatically. "I can feel this body dying around me! How dare you!"
The censored word sounds like garbled nonsense on purpose because it is, it's not only ghost speak but nonsense. Now the weird costume people are fighting the traditional cult costume people even harder and seem so worried and desperate. It's kind of funny to watch. This couldn't possibly have any bad consequences at all right? He really needs to get back to Mirror-Template bonding night.
Its Jason. Cause why not have more trauma over that boy.
This body didn't feel right. It wasn’t from it not being his body. Danny had possessed many people. None had felt like this.
Something was wrong with this body.
He felt…. suffocated? compressed? Pressure built around his core like an egg in a pressure cooker. Pushing him in on himself.
Danny pushed back. He focused inward on his core. Losing his hoste's senses as he wrestled with this overbearing force.
He didn't know what this constricting feeling was, just that it wasn’t normal. Maybe it was part of the spell that brought him here. If he got rid of it it just might break the spell and send him back.
With that thought, he increased his efforts, using his ghostly aura out like a ramming shield. He wanted to go home. Dani was waiting for him.
Black green-tinted ooze seeped from Jason pours. He blinked away black tar from his eyes that ran down his cheeks like tears. He started to cough.
Someone called out Jason's name.
Danny kept pushing till he felt something different. It took him a moment to realize what it was. A scarred core curled defensively in on itself. Danny didn’t need to be told that it belonged to the body he currently possessed.
He pulled the core closer. His aura wrapped around it like a protective blanket. He still pushed against that oppressive feeling.
Jason vomited. Black sludge hit the ground, permeating a horrible ozone stench. He heaved and coughed, muscles spasming as the last of it left him. Shaking, he fell to his side.
The weird pressure had stopped. Danny felt around the mental void of his host. He couldn't find anything other than this bodies core. That uncomfortable aura was gone, and Danny was still stuck here.
#tw vomit #pit madness cure #messy pit cure #lazarus water is crupted ecto-plasma #danny tries to break the spell hold him there #ends up purifying the lazarus water #in a horrifying way #doesn't help that he told everyone that jason would die from this #tw #dp x dc
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Danny lay there in the pool of rancid black yuk, half-blinded by the stinging ooze that had pushed itself out through his, not his, eyes; the body he was in weak and trembling uncontrollably. He raised himself to his elbows, coughed a few more times and spat out the last of the thick sludge.
The noise of the fighting died down with a final smack and a grunt. Danny was suddenly surrounded by masked people, and the biggest of them threw himself to his knees and grabbed Danny’s weak shoulders with large hands, turning him to lie in his lap. “Jason?” he gasped desperately.
Danny coughed once more. “No,” he croaked with someone else’s voice. The stuff had burned in the throat coming up, and it hurt too much to say more.
“Oh. Oh god,” gasped the man. “Not again. I can’t…”
“Is Jason – is he dead?” broke in another voice, younger, just as desperate.
Danny thought of the ghost core, and nodded. It was perhaps more complicated than that, but he couldn’t speak yet.
The people around him sobbed.
(Unbeknownst to Danny, Jason is entirely aware of what’s going on, completely unable to do anything, and absolutely terrified.)
He woke up in the biggest, most comfortable bed in the world. It has to be made of clouds or something. All around him were flowers, candies, and packs of jerky. The bedroom was huge too. Who needs this much bedroom? Whoever this was, he must have had a great life before.
Danny pushes himself up into a sitting position. His muscles, or this other guys muscles, ached. Like he'd been working out for 3 weeks straight. On the nightstand next to him was a pitcher of water. Ignoring the glass, he drank the whole thing. Some of it spilled on his fancy pajamas. Are these tailored‽
On the other side of the room was a closet and some drawers. He stumbled over and was already out of breath halfway there. Thankfully, halfway there was the foot of the enormous bed that he could take a seat on. How pathetic. Dani's never gonna let him half-live this down.
A long, hard struggle later, he got his hands on a plain white t-shirt, and, ugh, pants are too much of a hassle. No one'll notice. Not that he would have had time anyway.
The door swings open, and an old man walks in. He's not one of the masked people from before. This one has a distinct, gentle yet formidable aura. He's wearing a 3-piece suit and... a pocket watch? He's how Danny pictured the word "dapper" looked. Almost like Bertrand but with Rizz.
"Master Jason, you're awake." He even had an English accent. "Would you like some assistance? Or do you prefer the floor?" That would probably be funny if it weren't coming from a stranger.
Danny sat up straighter on the floor. "Iuhhg, ughk," He hacked and coughed up more black sludge. There wasn't much this time, and it was a lot more "liquidy," but it still burned. And deffinetly going to stain his bright red pajama bottoms. Danny hardly noticed the old man get from the door to where he sat hunched over by the dresser. Hard to tell whether this guy's really fast or if Danny's just unusually out of it.
"Let's get you another pair of trousers, shall we?" There was kindness in his voice, with a little bit of snark. Like he wanted to say something else but held it in.
Once he'd gotten Danny back on the bed and handed him new pants (still pajamas but ok), the man walked over to the nightstand. He did not appreciate the mess.
"Thirsty, are we?" Guess holding back was more of a one-time thing.
He took the pitcher and left Danny to deal with his pants situation.
Please don't be another Vlad. He fit the profile, rich, fancy, and unassuming, and that was only 3 out of Vlads' infinite personality flaws. He could not deal with another Vlad.
Calm down, Danny. Being rich didn't automatically make someone evil, probably. His parents were rich once, and it's not like it made them madder scientists. And Dani too. When Vlad got banished to space and she inherited everything (thanks to Tucker adding her to the will), she stayed equally as chaotic as before. Maybe the kindness is real.
He only managed to get one leg in before the guy returned with a giant waterbottle. Couldn't be soon enough. His throat felt like it had recently been on fire. He chugged it like he'd just spent the past week in a desert. This time, the slime he coughed up was clearer. That must be good. It would be even better if it didn't taste like battery acid and wrath.
The man in front of him seemed to be speaking again, but all he heard was a high-pitched beep. The room started spinning around him, and he felt the man catch him. Then nothing.
Awesome. Not only is he in someone else's body, but he's not even wearing pants.
Everyone has had ample time to add to this so I guess I'll just keep going.
Danny woke up again in the same comfortable bed. The difference was that this time, someone was watching him. A girl, rather unassuming in appearance, but Danny could feel death radiating off her.
Danny sat up, holding his bedsheets across his, Jasons*, body.
No need to be shy
The girl just stared at him with her big eyes.
He looked around the room. It was a lot clearer than before. His eyes must have taken some damage from the corrupted ectoplasm. His sinuses feel weird, too, uncomfortably clear, like he'd just eaten a hole pack of mints.
"Mind if I grab some clothes?" He hesitated.
I don't need permission
Wordlessly, she got up and grabbed a folded up suit from a nearby drawer. It had to have been prepared. He reached for the stack in front of him but stopped when he noticed how clammy his hands were. He didn't smell too great, either.
"Can I shower?"
Stop asking
Danny wasn't about to take any risks with this creepy girl. He knows better than to mess with creepy girls.
She silently points to one of the two doors in the room.
That means the other one is the exit
He takes the clothes, still trying to cover himself with the bedsheet. And awkwardly stumbled over to the bathroom.
Oh, right, these people are rich as balls.
The bathroom was about the size of the locker room at school. Complete with lockers. Rich people are so weird.
This is just the start. Wait'll you see the cave gym and the reverse fire poles
Cleaning another person's body is beyond weird. In the mirror Danny could see... this guy's ripped, and kinda hot. Does that make the situation better or worse?
Oh, so it's OK for you, a stranger, to stare but not orphan?
"Hey, creepy girls are dangerous. Last time I got too comfortable with one, she killed me," Danny thought for a moment. "Twice!"
You can hear me. Nice, I thought I was just talking to myself. First off, who are you? Why are you in my body? And why, when given control over my body, would you not take care of it?
"I did take care of it. Or did you not notice all that rancid ecto that, thanks to me, is no longer in your body... our body?"
...
"I'm sorry, this must be very difficult for you. I was possessed once, too, I know it's not fun."
Who are you?
"I am Ghost King Phantom, Ruler of infinite realms. I was summoned from the Ghost Zone and would like to go back. My daughter probably misses me."
OK, fine. But you better eat something. I'm not losing any more muscle mass because of you
Danny let out a single chuckle. "Deal."
"This "Ghost Zone," He mentioned. Could that be another name for the Phantom Zone?" Nightwing was used to being the talker of the family, with that came the responsibility of speaking everyone's mind.
"I'm more worried about the possible death threat." Tim rewound the recording and pressed play again.
"Hey, ,̴̟͈̎͘ ̵̖͠c̸̤̈́r̷̞̉̚e̴̘͗̏ȇ̸̲̮́p̴̭̖̈́y̵͖͉͒ ̵̮͙̀̿g̴̝͗̈́į̸̰̐r̵̭̿͠ͅl̶̦̈́̃s̵̡̆͜ ̸̹̖̎a̵̛̜̘ṛ̷̜̇͝e̵̢͉͘ ̸̨̞̍dangerous. Last time I g̶͍͉̮̙͕̿͐̊͋̑͝ŏ̸̯̲̘̚̚t̵̛̯̟̙̞̾͗͗̄̑̀̄̔̽̉̊͘͘̕ ̶̢͖͎̮̰͍̲̹̞̋̄̐̓̄̕͠ẗ̵̺̟̭̪̗͖̲̦̰̹̠͚̩̟́̍̆o̸̪̍̌̉̒̈́͒̄͋͘͠ỡ̵̪̜̝̰̹̳̬̱͍̮̼̙̋͂̓͆̓̍̊̚͝ ̶̞͕̫̜̝̪̽̇̀̓̔̒͗͛̒̂͌̕͜͝ç̸̞͎͓̻͎̖͇̥͎̪͍̃̚o̶̟̓̅̿͛̓̊͑́̾̽m̷̢͖͎͖͚̳͇̺̘̦̹̍f̶̨̞͔͎͖͔͍̦͇̱̝̻͉̑̔̆̓̓̀̂͂̅̚o̶̡̩̫̰͖̜̓́̀̅̐͑̐͘r̶̢̝̟͚̱̠̳̖̥̭̮̺̊ͅt̴̜̗̠͚̟͈͎̮̹͂́̃͛̕͝͠a̶̧̛̫̮͇͚̪̖͎͈͕̼̘̋̑̎̈́͆b̸̗̫͇͉̃̄̆͑̓͑̃̌͘̚l̴̛̻̯͎͋͂͋̔̍͌̿͋́͛̕͠ĕ̸͙͕̰̦͖̝̠͎̤̟̰̓̔̓̿̕͝ͅ ̵̲͙͓͚͍̯̱̟̖̙̗̼̌͜w̴̨̤̯͉̠̆̏̃̈͂͠ĭ̴̢͉̟͈̠̘̙̦̹̭̩̲͂̿̄͋̇̒͘t̵̡́͒̎̀͘ḩ̸̲̩̻̳̻̭͖̼̺͎͚͔̟͗̈́̉͛̽̌̊̑́ ̵̡̢̬̮̟͖̱̭̘̹͒́̓͜ợ̵̳͈̦̲̹̩̝̲̘̖̖̎͐̍͌̿̐͂̿͘ń̸̤̖̝̜̣̣̱̭̤̤̥̄̃̃̀́̕e̵͈̭̹̹̯̣͌̏̆ͅ,̸̨̭̪̹̥̼̘̯͇̪̞͛̍̓̐͑̿̅̂ ̵̛͓̇̍̈̇̈̾͠͝s̵̟̗̭͉̥̱̙̆̇͆̈́́͜ḧ̸̨̹̦͕͚̲̻̝́̈́̾̉͛̇͂̐̿ͅe̴̡̠̬͖͈͇͚̱͎͒̇͆ killed me,"
"You can clearly hear he said,"killed me. " Maybe he was threatening to kill himself."
"If he were going to threaten, he'd do it directly. He couldn't have known we'd be listening."
"All I can really get out of this part is,"rancid ecto,". Now, ecto as a prefix means outer. He could have said ectopic, ectoderm, ectomorphic, ectotherm, but I think in this context he was using the words secondary meaning of having to do with ghosts." Tim spield on endlessly.
""I am", "Phantom", "summon", "Ghost Zone". He could be planning to bring others from the Phantom zone. I'll try to decipher more. Don't hold your breath."
"I'll try to get something out of him directly." Dick and Damian left Tim to his devices.
"He cannot still be showering, Orphan must have brought him to the dining hall by now." Isn't he just the cutest😊
"I have a feeling."
"That's all? You would base a decision like this on no more than a feeling? Jason could be possessed by a demon or a malevolent spirit."
"A Malevolent Spirit who tried to change clothes when he first woke up. A demon who didn't even try to trick us into thinking he was Jason."
"He's from the Phantom Zone."
"He might be from the Phantom Zone." Dick corrected. "And even if he is, not everyone there is bad. Supergirl was there, remember?"
"Even so-" Damian was cut off as he opened the door to the observation room... by, singing?
The two walked over to the bathroom door and listened closer.
🎶"You tried so hard to make a hero out of me, but there are some rules I don't obey, and I just wanna cause a little chaos and entropy."🎶
"Singing in the shower. How dastardly." Dick mocked.
"Are you not listening to the words coming out of his mouth?" 🥰oh, look at him paying attention💙
At that, the singing stopped.
The door opened, and behind it Jason stood confused and slightly offended.
"Have you been listening to me shower?"
"Have you been showering for half an hour?"
"No, we just got here."
"How were you auto tuning your voice?"
They're lying. They don't even leave me alone when everything's normal.
"Somehow, I doubt they ever are."
"What?"
"Nothing, what do you want?" Danny huffed impatiently. The hot water felt so good on real flesh for once.
"Dinner's about to be ready, and we would like to invite our dear brother to the banquet hall." The taller one over embellished.
They're up to something, Dick only talks that way when he's being obnox-
"I'm not your brother." Danny was no liar. He couldn't just let these strangers believe their family member was alive when he wasn't. Not again. "And you don't have to worry, I won't be staying long, only until I find a way back to the realm of the dead." Honesty is always the fastest way to solve your problems.
He headed to the dining room, with the two muttering behind him.
Danny kept telling them the truth, but, for some reason, none of them believed a word he said. They just tried to poke holes in his story, so he kept giving more and more information, and they still thought he was lying.
Also, the fact that all of them are dressed fancy but wearing domino masks is off-putting, to say the least.
"How long has it been?" Danny looked down at his suit. "I've answered every question you've asked me, and I'm sure I'll there'll be more. Just answer my one."
The table was silent.
"I have a family to get back to, too. How long have I been in your care?" Danny was calm, for now. "I'm sure they're worried about me." He placed down his utensils.
"412 hours." The smallest one, Damian, spoke. "17 days."
His parents were going to kill him. Sam, Tucker, and Jazz must be so worried. Dani's probably turning nearby cities upside down looking for him. "Where are we?"
Everyone at the table refused to speak.
Gotham
"Where is Gotham? What state?"
The others looked at each other concerned.
New Jersey
"New Jersey? That's on the East Coast. There's gotta be over a hundred cities for her to go through to find me." Danny looked up at the masked people. "Has there been any news about a rampage going through the midwest?" Danny looked away again. "Who would know?"
Tim or Dick
"Tim, Dick, have either of you heard anything?"
"How do you know our names?" One of them said. They're dressed the same. They look the same. Both are wearing domino masks. Danny wasn't about to tell them apart.
"Jason told me."
Narc
"Have you heard anything or not?" Danny sat up straighter.
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