bro I'm gonna explode
q!philza is always shocked when people build their houses next to him, move into his basement, trust his judgement and advice, trust him with their lives
MY BROTHER IN CHRIST
the new member's first memories of this server are gonna be how you gave them waypoints, then money so they could use them, then explained the bounty system, then swooped in like a guardian angel when one of the players was downed all by herself
AND EVERY NEW MEMBER IS TREATED SIMILAR BY YOU
ANYTIME ANYONE ON THE SERVER NEEDS HELP, YOU SWOOP IN, AVOCADO TOAST IN HAND
I just wanna shake q!philza by the shoulders and yell in his self-depreciating face "YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON AND YOU ARE LOVED!"
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Take Care of Him
The boy, who had Damian’s face, couldn’t be more different than Dick’s (alive?) baby brother.
Aside from his Snow White hair, he smiled and laughed freely, making puns on top of his embarrassing story about his supposed twin brother.
(“Clones don’t have childhood memories right? So if I have an embarrassing story or two, that’ll give you a way to check that I’m not a clone AND give you ammunition for teasing!”)
“—And that’s how his face—and his pride—was forever wounded by Sparta the warrior cat!” Danny finished his story with a flourish, cracking up immediately after.
“Huh, and to think he left it at “training”, obviously he didn’t think anyone would let the cat out of the bag.” Dick said, laughing even as he eyed the lookalike.
Danny snorted. “Yeah, I doubt he thought anything as Cat-astropic as that would happen.”
They sat in silence for a moment, overlooking the buildings below, with the Dalv. Co. Labs smoking in the distance and the breeze blowing past the two, yet only seeming to affect Nightwing and not the phantom beside him.
“Is he safe? Is he happy?” Danny murmurs as he looks up at the stars, looking every bit the forlorn ghost he claimed to be.
“…We keep each other safe. And I’d say once he got past the stabbing faze, he’s pretty happy in Gotham.”
“But I’m sure it’d make him happy to see you again.” Dick thought back to the comments the vampire-ghost they’d fought earlier. It didn’t sound exactly, “happy” or “safe” for Danny. Or anyone else involved.
Danny shook his head. “Nah. He’s… moved on. And with how crazy my after-life is? I’m already dealing with ghosts, ghost-hunters, and my—err—that frootloop from earlier. I do not need to add furries and murder-ninjas to the mix.”
Danny sighed as he floated into a standing position. “Speaking of which, if you could just, maybe not tell him you saw me? Better to let dead dogs lie.”
Danny’s piercing Lazarus green eyes looked at Dick and he saw the exact same expression B had on whenever he “had to do it alone”.
“Just, take care of him, Kay? Or I’ll haunt you to the ends of the universe!” He said, throwing up a peace sign as he turned invisible.
Dick snorted, “Yeah, sure kid.”
Dick got up and started off toward the bat-plane. He had a brother to interrogate, and another brother/clone of his brother to find.
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