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[clockwayswrites]

Okay so im curious. As someone who has dyed their own hair many a time and knows intimately how hard it is to get bright colors in dark hair, does danny bleach his hair before he puts the red in? This was the au where no one will accept that he died and that his core is part of him now, so does he use his phantom form? If he doesn't, does his hair just eventually stop growing back black? If he does use phantom, does the dye job effect what color his hair is in it?

Im so fucking interested in the mechanics of how he got it to be so red.

Also: how old is he in this?

So there's deff a little ghost going on and some comic/cartoon magic lol, but he does bleach it!

Danny stared at his hair in the mirror of the school locker room he had snuck into. He hadn’t even gotten inside in a ghostly way, he had just walked in as school was letting out and hid until everyone left. Now the school was quiet and dark in way that was frankly a little terrifying. He was hoping his powers would help him get back out when he needed them to. They weren’t exactly… reliable yet. They also wouldn’t help him fix his hair. Bleaching it had been… well, a success, Danny guessed. No one would recognize him now. No one would even want to look at him for long. His once black hair was now a sickly sort of greenish blond. The spot of white somehow made the rest of it look even worse by comparison. Danny really couldn’t just let it stay like this. People would ask even more questions if he went around looking like a half done dye job.

Which also answers, yes, he does use his powers! The more he does the better he feel and the less the ghostliness spreads into his living form. I'm not sure by the time he gets to Gotham how much of his hair is still black. It might only be the bottom part which is why he shaves it closer.

I am very tempted to have it effect his ghost coloring to, play into much of the ghost form being mental.

Age wise? er... 14-17. I'm not sure yet! I think maybe 15 but masked up and with practice he comes across more at 16 or a baby faced 17.

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[clockwaysarts]

Trick or treat!

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[clockways]

that’s the beagle’s couch now, you can’t kick it off the couch

Lol well, considering I'm in here home I don't assume to have much claim to it. Luckily she's good with a leg thrown under her or feet tucked under her chin so we can work out sharing.

She does twitch a great deal when she sleeps though.

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[clockwayswrites]

Clock, I need you to know that I dreamt about that fic you aren't writing.

Clock, I don't dream. And on the very rare instances that I do, it's 99% disjointed nonsense that slips out of my head within 10 minutes of waking up. Literally, in my 24 years of life I've only had like 3 or 4 dreams that actually stuck.

But that fic you aren't writing has apparently sunk itself so deep into my brain that I had a once in a blue moon memorable dream about it.

It was still a bit disjointed, but I distinctly recall a dinner party? potluck? IDK, there was food; at Danny and Jason's apartment complex. Like, the while building. Some of Red Hood's crew was there. And Jason was in civvies. Dick was there too. And Danny was conspiring with everyone (not Jason) to be a mischievous little shit. So there weren't enough chairs. I'm sure you can see where this is going.

Oh my gods that is amazing. Also I'm sorry(?) for making you dream? Or you're welcome?

As a gift, to feed your poor brain... let's write a little bit of this. Hum, when would this happen for max amusement... Let's say this is after Danny has asked Hood if he wanted to share, but before the Goon scene.

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“What the fuck,” Dick murmured to himself.

“They’re hiding chairs,” the stranger, who Dick hadn’t noticed leaning against the kitchen counter till then, explained.

Dick tilted his head in thought and took another sip of the battery acid they were calling punch at this potluck. The potency of the drink might explain what he was watching happen.

The chair on top of the tenuous stack wobbled dangerous.

One of the men— Marco? —who were trying to shove the stack of three chairs into the closet shushed the chair. He pointed at it like one would a misbehaving dog and that the threat alone would get it to stay.

Definitely the punch.

“Why?”

“Because if there aren’t enough chairs, someone is going to have to sit in someone else’s lap and they’re plotting to make that happen,” the stranger said.

Dick took a moment to glance away from the game of closet Jenga to look over the other person. They were a slight thing, but slight in the way that spoke of lean muscles and a hidden strength. It reminded Dick of how Wally was built. The bright aqua eyes were almost unnerving in how bold the color was. The way they were grinning, widely, as they continued to watch the struggle didn’t exactly make them any less unsettling.

They took a large bite out of the cookie they had in hand.

A cookie sounded like a good idea. Dick snagged one from the platter, recognizing Jason’s baking.

Cinnamon and spice bloomed across his tongue. “Huh. Okay. Does Jason know?”

The stranger laughed, shaking their head. “No, that would defeat the whole purpose. He’s the intended chair.”

“Huh.” Well that was interesting. “Who’s the intended seater. Sitter? Sittie?”

“That would be me,” the stranger said, sticking their hand not holding the cookie out. Dick set his war crime known as punch down to shake it. “Hi, I’m Danny. I’m your brother’s accidental sugar baby.”

Dick choked on thin air.

Just how potent was that punch?

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[clockwayswrites]

Trick or Treat!

This got slightly out of hand. Didn't even read it over, sorry, my head is just... whines in misery.

Red Hood observed the street from a roof top.

He had people out in full force that night. He’d have to make it up to them later, but that night was for the kids first and foremost. So many days were already terrifying for the kids of Crime Alley. They deserved one night when they got to be the scariest thing on the streets.

Cruel laughter caught his attention and he swiveled his helmet, specially decorated with a white skull, to the noise.

It was getting later. Most of the trick-or-treaters had started to vanish back into homes.

That also meant the early drunks were starting to be out on the street.

It seemed a trio— young, stupid, delusional in their imperviousness— had cornered a mother and her two kids. She had sheltered her kids behind her, chin up defiantly, as one of the young men went through the plastic bag of candy.

Red Hood stalked towards the edge of the room and readied to jump down when something shifted. It was like the world had turned upside down and right back up in the same instant. Everything was back to normal but had also fallen over. He wavered unsteadily in his feet.

“Trick

Or

Treat.”

As voice rang out. The words were heavily punctuated like chimes of a bell, echo and all.

“What the fuck?” one of the drunks cussed.

The shadows of the alleyway under the roof Hood was on seemed to pull out, like something moving through a sheet of shadow. Hood swayed towards it.

“Give me…”

A leg stepped out of the darkness. A gleaming white boot hit the ground soundlessly.

“Something…”

The rest of the figure pulled free from the shadow of Gotham’s street, only tied to it by the shadows that draped of their shoulders like a shroud. Whatever expression was on their face, the trio paled.

“…good to eat.”

“W-whatever man,” the third stuttered, nudging the one holding the plastic bag hard. The bag hit the ground. “You can have it!”

The person, and Hood used that term loosely, stepped forward, past the family, and picked up the bag.

The world shifted again.

Shadows settled into a black hoodie. The boots grungy white sneakers. The left hand sported a white glove where it held the bag of candy out.

“You all okay?”

“I— yes, thank you,” the mother said and cleared her throat.

Their rescuer crouched down, holding the bag out to the one kid. “Here, you can’t go home without your candy, right?”

“Right!” The kid dressed as a spider chirped. Not seeming afraid at all as they darted forward to take the bag.

“Do you all need help home?”

“No, thank you. It’s just right there,” the mother said. She was completely at ease now too. “Thank you.”

“No problem. I don’t like people messing with tonight. Don’t eat all that candy at once, okay?”

“Okay,” the second kid, a t-rex, sighed loudly. They stomped off, roaring. The rest of the family followed.

Red hood and the stranger both watched the family get safely in the building. Then Hood looked down and met glowing green eyes, a too sharp smile, and a creature made of light and shadow. They saluted him before the seemed to just dissolve into the darkness that made up Gotham.

Hood leapt down and stalked over the the spot where there was a single piece of bright green candy wrapped up in cellophane printed with tiny ghosts.

“Trick or treat,” Jason mumbled to himself as he pocketed the treat.

It would end up on this nightstand where it would be forgotten as if it wasn’t even there.

As it if didn’t subtly light the room in green each night.

As if it had never happened.

As if the world was right.

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[clockwayswrites]

(stares at you with the biggest browbeat eyes) would you to tell us more about lighter nights?

Oooooh hum hum hum.....

So when poor wet cat acespec Bruce starts feeling interested in Danny, he really doubts it all. After all, the last person he was interested in was Selina and look how that turned out. Not only did she leave so easily, but she was part of a job. And, looking back at it, Bruce can see he was just part of her 'job' too. Once again, he was a means to an end.

So he's really once bitten twice shy about any interest he feels towards Danny. What is wrong with Danny? What is he hiding? What-

Thank everything for Alfred because the man really uses his "I was blown up" card for all it's worth to get Bruce out of the Tower and seeing Danny. Alfred doesn't even care what sort of relationship the two might form, his boy just needs people in his life.

Alfred and Lucius are both conspiring together I'm sure. After all, Danny could use people in his life too. But owner of the company or no, Lucius isn't afraid to tell Bruce what for if he hurts Danny.

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[clockwayswrites]

I was wondering how/when Minx Danny started working on the streets and why!

yetanothergreyjedi asked:

How did minx Danny end up in Gotham and how did the cross dressing on street corners start?

Answering these together as they're basically the same questions! <3

Ah, backstory... Well, the working on the streets part started because Danny needed money and a way to get it with no ID/tax trail. He pretty much had goon work, drug work, or sex work as options. Some of the goon work, like the Penguin pay on the books for that work, just under a fake service for the Iceberg so that's out. (Red Hood might too if he still has his goons.) The rest of the goon work... esh. No way is he doing drug work. So... sex work. Danny already has Too Many Thoughts™️about his body and body autonomy, what's adding another set of complications to that! :)

As for cross dressing I think it started out as him figuring he could just do blow jobs to start and there had to be more clients for women and the slutty clothing was easier to find so... though it's much more complicated than that now.

As for how he ended up in Gotham? I know the usually fleeing bit but I'm still sussing out what he's been through. The GIW are heavily involved though and more competent than expected... which I have some mean thoughts about where that competency comes from.

#blathersandbits #askme answeryou #minx #dp x dc #dead on main

[clockwayswrites]

idontcaboose

Do you have any ideas on what Dann's street name will be?

Oh. Hum. No? xD Let's figure it out!

When he first starts out he probably chooses something 'girly' like Cindy. Or 'cliche' like Candy maybe. But once he goes escort based I think he'd change it. Maybe something gender neutral so that the johns only have to remember one name, something like like Morgan or Ashley or Blair.

Though since Minx has become such a thing, that might be what the neighborhood knows him as. I like how even though minx is a femme fatal thing, it comes across as agendered a bit. Everyone in the neighborhood prob has what pronouns they prefer to call Danny by and he'll answer to any of them.

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[clockwayswrites]

WIP Game!

Could You share some of the fic that you're not writing, please? More of the Self Defense scene or Other meets Danny? Or Maybe even some of Both Ways at Once. I just love so many of your writings I can't decide!

Whichever one you feel more comfortable with sharing!

Everyone should know the self defense is still stuck at

Jason still tossed him handedly across the room. This time Danny landed on his feet. ^more attacks, danny very quick on feet, but horrible form. Bounces up like it’s nothing and learns scarily fast ^MIDDLE “…not bad by the end,” Jason reluctantly admitted.

And I really have shared just about everything with y'all so I guess you guys win in making me write more...

“Pick something out or I’m picking for you,” Jason said, tossing a menu first at Danny and then at the other three. As soon as Jason took a seat himself, Danny swung himself sideways in the booth and draped his legs over Jason’s lap. “So, Danny,” Steph started with a large grin. “How did you meet Hood here?” “Ugh, so Jason kinda walked in on the end of a mugging—” “You were still at knife point.” “— and decided that I needed self defense lessons because he thinks I’m a disaster—” “You are.” “— so he set me up to have lessons with Boss here, not that he told me who I was meeting and tada.” Danny finished the retelling with jazz hands.

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[clockwayswrites]

what’s ‘another red’ about? what’s your favourite idea/plot point of that story?

Aaaah 'Another Red'- one of those I have to part blame @mokulule for since we were just throwing ideas around.

'Another Red' takes place in an AU where when Danny reveals himself to his parents very early on after the accident the his parents don't try to hunt him or hurt him or study him. No, they're determined to help him. Sam and Tucker get behind this idea too the accident was their fault... they have to help. Jazz is there for Danny.

But his parents tell him not to transform. And he doesn't. It itches under his skin like a burning. They give him medicine. They have plans- a new idea- something big. And Danny? Danny is afraid that them trying so hard to make him better will kill him.

And so he runs.

He dies bleachers his hair when he sees the first ad about him as a missing person. Dyes it bright red when he realizes how horrible he looks as a bleach blond. Wears make up to hide the shape of his face. Starts dressing differently.

By the time he gets to Gotham he's gaunt but with a wiry strength. He's kept the bright red hair. His thrift store leather jacket is covered in patches and spikes. The guilt of leaving is eating him alive.

The ability to transform- to be a ghost- is keeping him alive.

He can't go back.

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[clockwayswrites]

Have you ever thought about soulmate aus? They have a special place in my heart, esp ones that don't specify that the soulmates are romantic. Im writing a brain dead on main one rn that is a penpal soulmate au, but I also like the idea of the identfying marks so I was curious.

If danny and tim were soulmates and you had to pick an image/symbol/whatever to represent them on each other, what would u pick?

I think for this one, lets go with they have opposite protions of a single image, and when they meet, the portion the other carries fills in on their skin. So, like, Danny has line art and tim has the colors type thing.

Soulmate AUs, my beloved! I greatly enjoy reading them, miserably failed at the only one I ever tried to write. Also agreed, platonic and familial soutmates need more love.

Hum.... symbols for those two. Alright with the two halves of whole I'd actually go with they have their own 'mark' and then their soulmate completes it. Tim has drafting tools- a compass, pen, one or two gray markers. Obviously drawing something but that something is missing. He worries he's too analytical, too planned, stiff. His parents always thought they were good marks. It sometimes made Tim hate them more. But then he meets Danny, who's always had these voids in the planets and galaxy sketched lovingly across his skin in greys.

Danny gets the tools that ground him and Tim the art that brings him joy.

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[clockwayswrites]

I am curious about Another Red? what's the idea for that one if I may ask?

More Another Red! (came in before the other one was published as I'm spreading them out to avoid eating dashes).

So, as said, Danny flees to Gotham with red dyed hair and a punk look. But this Danny was never a hero- he was never Phantom. But in a city like Gotham, he can't avoid that forever.

There's a Scarecrow attack. People are trapped but Danny... he doesn't need to breath, right? Or not often at least. He can help. So he puts a bandanna over his mouth and rushes into the gas.

Oracle notices him first on cameras and chimes in "Looks like we have another red on the field."

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[clockwayswrites]

WIP Ask Game: I would very much like anything more you have on Specter of Starlight. It holds a special place in my heart, being the writing through which I discovered your incredible works.

Awwwwww .////. <3

So this scene might change, as I figure out how permanently injured Danny is, as this is VERY late fic, but:

Danny leaned forward, just enough to press his fingertips against the thick acrylic of the window. The cosmos spread out in front of them; millions upon millions of stars stretched out in the swirl of the galaxy. He swallowed thickly, taking in the sight. “Wow.” It took Tim a moment to find his voice. His finger slipped off the handle of the wheelchair to brush over Danny’s shoulder. Just enough touch to ground himself that Danny was there and real and solid. “Whenever you would talk about wanting to see the stars… all I could think about is finding some way to take you up to the Watchtower, to show you this.” “This isn’t your way of telling me I’m dying again, right?” Danny teased. Tim’s fingers twitched reflexively, clenching into the starchy fabric of the medical gown Danny wore for a moment. He made himself relax. Danny had the good grace to look sheepish as he met Tim’s eyes in the reflection of the window with a wry smile. “Too soon?” “Just a little too soon. Give me a few weeks, then you can get back to the death jokes. I’ll even be in on them now.”

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[clockwayswrites]

Cosmas pretty please!!!

Aaaah Cosmas, my beloved clone!

HUM... ah. So as covered, Danny works for WE as an engineer. WE was actually one of Danny's last chances because Vlad decided if he couldn't have Danny working for him, no one should and did a damn good job of ruining Danny's life. But Lucius Fox can see something special in Danny ends as a mentor for him.

Then suddenly Danny's all the more exhausted and frazzled. He's not making mistakes at work, but forgets his lunch or his wallet and such. Lucius takes Danny aside who explains he's taken a kid in and it's been a lot of work, especially since the kid... comes from a bad home life. Lucius can tell that's not the whole story, maybe, but he works with Danny on a new schedule and some remote work to start and things ease out.

Of course, when Danny brings his kid, Cosmas, to work one day during a school holiday maybe Lucius recognizes the resemblance to the youngest Wayne. Maybe he puts some dots together.

It's not his business to give Bruce and sort of a heads up though. The man is the detective, he can figure it out.

Bruce should have come to more board meetings.

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[clockwayswrites]

Was thinking about not!writing, and uhhh… I present to you, Danny and Jason’s dynamic in a nutshell XD

Danny: if my good friend Jason wants to secretly be a vigilante crime lord then that’s HIS business

Jason in full red hood gear, freaking out in the background: HOW ARE YOU NOT DEAD YET???

Lol basically!

Danny fully believes that Jason is competent (and sexy) and can take care of himself.

Jason fully believes Danny will be dead in in two weeks if he doesn't do something.

Jokes on Jason, he's about half a dozen years too optimistic on that guess!

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[clockwayswrites]

I am very curious as to what the Masked WIP is?

Part of my efforts to write some Danny/Dick eventually LOL

I have this little nsft snippet I wrote and it just begs to be expanded. Phantom and Nightwing as fuckbuddies. Nightwing still following the rules about his secret identity. Phantom... well no on knows anything about him, really, other than he's been a good Titan. Nightwing has held off more than one round of questioning from the Justice League about it. It works.

It's amazing.

It's not enough.

And then Phantom has to trust Nightwing with a secret that no one else knows. He has to trust Nightwing with his life. He has to trust Nightwing with the fact that there is a life.

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