Prompt 274
You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons.
Jason? Aware of none of this.
He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout.
Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen.
“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.”
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cw: nsfw!!
when you've finally eased into the lifestyle of having an entire family at your beck and call, you've been enjoying it, to say the least.
i'm imagining them having designated days where they each get to have you alone, away from the prying eyes of everyone else. though i'm especially thinking of the head of the house: bruce.
he'd be a possessive one; fucking you in every room, having you in every position you've never even thought of. he leaves marks everywhere on your body, some of which take far too long to fade (just like he likes it).
bruce is insatiable and domineering. his voice, deep and dark, has your knees weak; he has you hanging onto every word, every syllable, and leaves you in a trance. obedience comes to you so naturally when he has you, because you know he can make you feel good.
how can he hold back when you look up at him with those glassy eyes, just begging him to ravish you?
the slapping of skin against skin echoes through the house, joining the symphony of your honeyed moans with bruce's grunts and breathy commands.
the obscenity of the situation has you getting wetter and wetter, tightening around bruce's cock. your nails scratching across his back were surely going to leave marks, and god, he loved the thought of you marking him, showing people he was yours.
days like these always ended in a nice bath, where things may or may not escalate (they always did), and with you wrapped in his strong arms as you both lie in his big, comfortable bed.
love and satisfaction always filled bruce's heart to the brim when he looks at you as you lose yourself to sleep. he'd spoil you rotten for as long as he lives.
you also always wake up the next morning with his head between your legs, eating you out like a dog starved.
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DC x DP Prompt *26*
In one moment everything was good. His parents accepted him as Phantom and were actively reworking their theories. In the next moment he felt like his core was about to shatter in millions of little pieces. His parents, sisters and friends died.
The explosion happened, even though it had been a different day, different circumstances and different reason. They wanted to celebrate his death day, to show him that they cared.
He was in so much agony from losing his fright, that he saw them to late. The Guys in White captured him, before he was even able to transform.
He never got an answer to how they knew he was Phantom, because ecto-scum didn't deserve anything.
Danny didn't know how long he had been there, only that they started to get careless. The GiW wanted to transport him to a new facility, but something happened outside and the Van had to stop.
The agents with him left him alone to deal with what ever had coursed the disturbance and he took his chance.
The door was unlocked.
The door was open.
He bolted.
He wasn't able to use his powers at the moment, because of the bracelet that contained them, but there was enough chaos for him to slip away, even locked into his human form.
After a good distance he looked down on himself. He wasn't wearing anything meant for the streets, just a fully covering medical gown.
So he started to look around the ally and he was lucky. In one of the dumpsters was some kind of costume. It seemed like a Halloween costume, but it was better than nothing.
He looked at it and deemed the Robin Costume a good fit and quickly changed in it. He even found the mask and shoes after some digging!
In his full Robin Costume he hurried to get further away. But luck was never on his good side, so it didn't take long for a rough looking agent to find him.
It only took one small shot out of the agents ecto-gun for Danny to crumble to the floor. And a few seconds later he felt fists and insults hitting him.
And maybe it was the lack of sleep, the loneliness, the pain or a combination of everything. But he knew that the only thing he wanted right now, was his Dad to save him and give him one of his world famous bear hugs.
And even though Danny knew that his Dad was gone, he couldn't hold his cries for his Dad in any longer.
"d-DAD!"
It only took a few seconds before the agent was flying away from him and Danny was lifted in the air, swinging up
"Robin, are you oka-? You are not Robi-. Are you okay chum?"
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