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It’s going to get better; it has to.
He must’ve taken the train home. He stares into the darkness of his empty house, a piece of paper held in his trembling hand.
King looked behind himself, waiting for this to stop being real. For Gold to bound in. For him to wake up, because this must be a dream, a nightmare, because it doesn’t make sense.
He left here this morning with the sun at his back and his son’s hand in his.
He looked down at the paper in the hand once held by his boy, and the urge to crush the paper or tear it or burn it but none of that was enough.
He needed to destroy it, like it had destroyed his son. Like it had destroyed him.
——
He hated who he’d become in his wrath, and he was sure Gold would have too.
Purple had been here, they’d had breakfast together, but the boy had to go get his things if he was going to stay long term.
And King needed him to stay long term.
Without being driven by hate, he was acutely aware how empty the house was. How haunted, gold dust in every corner.
He looked at the stacks and stacks of books. At the pile of failed staves. At the mess on the wall. At the pile of garbage in the kitchen. All of it had to go and the day wasn’t getting any younger.
And if he was working, he wasn’t thinking about it.
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“You really aren’t giving yourself any time to process anything, huh?” The accusation came from Purple a few days into their clean up, while King was scrubbing the counter.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, have you even sat down and cried?”
“No, I haven’t, I don’t have time. This has to be cleaned up right now,” King wouldn’t, couldn’t look at Purple, because he knew the boy was right. He should slow down and stop running.
“I did, y’know. When I went back to my apartment, I freaked out so bad. Part of why I left was because I figured you needed to too. Turns out you still need to,” King stared at Purple, surprised at the vulnerability the younger stick was showing him.
“I don’t think I know how,” King confessed, returning Purple’s trust in kind, “This has just always been what I do. Just keep moving.”
“Well, I don’t have any tips beyond maybe don’t because it’s unhealthy. Take a break for a breakdown at some point, please? If you need me to be here for you, I will, or if you need me to give you some space, or whatever. Just let me know,” And with his piece said Purple went back to sweeping the floor.
——
King sat at his desk, alone in the house. Purple often split his time between several homes, and today was not King’s turn.
In front of him was an empty journal; Purple suggested that it might be easier to get in touch with his emotions through writing. Purple didn’t say whether or not he had a journal and really it wasn’t King’s business if he did.
“I miss you.” He wrote. And then again, “I miss you.”
He filled the page with, “I miss you.”
His throat felt ragged, not quite sobbing, though his face was warm and wet. But once the page was full, he stopped. That was enough, it was a start.
He was cleaning out a festering infection. There was a sense of relief. Things could only get better from here.
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forget Resting Bitch Face, I have Resting Competent Face. People see me and think ah yes she can point me to the nearest train station. Fellow grocery shoppers ask if I know what kind of butter they should buy. If a strange man speaks to me on the street it is literally always an inquiry and never a catcall. Once someone randomly asked me what an equinox was and after I told her she nodded and said "you seemed like you'd know." why am I assigned oracle at random interaction
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DP x DC Prompt #35
There's a Teen Titans, there's a Young Justice, but there's no Teen Superhero team that deals with things that Justice League: Dark does. And, well, John's a little tired.
Once teenager superheroes stop being teenager superheroes, and they seem to belong with JLD, they got tossed in the team. But, they aren't prepared for the team. They haven't dealt quite with threats that JLD handles all the time. They're not experienced enough.
So, John decides it's time to get a Young Justice: Dark team started. He's shit at leading, though, so he calls Phantom for a favor.
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