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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.6

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Danny slumped over the table at the library. He’d feel embarrassed about it if it weren’t for the rest of the floor’s occupants. Around him, students were speed running through the five stages of grief like it was going out of style.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuck.”

“Same.” Danny replied, rolling his head to look at Tim. “I’m feeling like an academic victim instead of an academic weapon right now.”

“I should have stayed dropped out of school,” Tim grumbled.

Danny gasped theatrically. “And deprive the world of your awe-inspiring genius on…” Danny peered at Tim’s books and grinned. “On… the Krebs cycle? Seriously? They’re teaching that again?”

“I know! This is like, the third time.” Tim whined.

“At least you’ll be good at it, right?”

Tim scoffed. “I’m gonna drop out of college and become a stripper.”

“They do make bank,” Danny nodded. “But aren’t you like a millionaire or something?”

Tim brightened. “Oh, you’re right. I don’t need education! I’m filthy rich!”

Danny whacked Tim on the back of the head, laughing quietly.

“Whatever. Let’s go take a break. Snacks?”

“I literally don’t know how you eat so much.”

“Snacks have a separate stomach pouch. Normal food goes one place, junk food and desserts in another.” Danny retorted, quickly packing up his stuff. In reality, he didn’t need that much food. He’s half dead, after all. But food also converts to ectoplasm in his body, and ancients knows Danny needs all the energy he could get.

They made their way out of the campus library, passing stressed out looking students on their way to a taco truck.

“Does this even count as a snack?” Tim asked, amused. He tugged on his book bag, readjusting the vigilante pins on them.

“Is the sky even blue?” Danny snarked back, forking over the cash needed for the best fucking tacos on this side of Gotham. They sat on the benches, asking for an obscene amount of extra lime and cilantro before going to town.

“Holy shit, how many of those can you eat?”

“Dunno,” Danny mumbled though a mouthful or carne asada and pico de gallo. “Hungry.”

Tim snorted, pulling out his phone to scroll as he ate. A moment later, Tim showed Danny his screen.

“Hey, you live near here, right?”

Danny, cheeks bulging with food, peered at Tim’s phone and nodded.

“Oh, cool! Have you seen the green guy around?”

Danny squinted at Tim, tilting his head as he chewed.

“You know, the glowing green guy that’s been blowing up the Gotham Bay tag.”

Oh. Tim was talking about him, Danny!

Danny nodded. He quickly ate his food and wiped his mouth before replying. “Yeah, why?”

“Does he seriously just clean up the bay? Nothing else?”

Mildly offended for some reason, Danny shrugged. “I mean yeah? He doesn’t seem to pop up near any of the shady spots- oh, I saw him save someone from a mugging in front of my apartment once! But like, I think all he does is clean the bay. Which is good, because holy heck, that place is nastyyy.”

“Seriously?” Tim leaned in, looking super interested. “So he’s friendly?”

Danny raised a brow. “Yeah, he seemed pretty nice, I guess. Though, that’s not saying much considering your Rogues tend to be pretty chill when they’re not in the middle of a scheme.”

Tim snorted. “True that. You talked to him? When? Outside of his bay cleanings, right? I’ve noticed that he only talks to the Bats during those.”

Danny stared at Tim. “Tim… are you… stalking the guy?”

What Danny really wanted to say was: “Tim, are you stalking me?”

“I’m not stalking him!” At Danny’s suspicious glare, belied by his sauce stained mouth, Tim sighed. “Okay, maybe I am. But only some minor stalking!”

“Uh-huh.”

“But if you have, you think you could introduce us? Maybe he’d want to be friends?”

Was Tim asking Danny to introduce him to… Danny himself?

“Uh. Why do you even want to meet him?”

“Danny, he’s a glowing green guy that does community service for funsies. And he knows the Bats. That’s cool.”

“And here I thought you wouldn’t know cool if it smacked you in the face.” Danny teased. Well, whatever. He might as well do something nice for Tim. “Sure. I’ll text you when he pops up and see if he’s okay with meeting you.”

Tim grinned at him, a piece of cilantro stuck in his teeth. “Thanks!”

——

Danny made a duplicate of himself and went ghost. Danny and his duplicate looked at each other and sighed.

“We’ve done stupider things.”

“But we’re still not telling Jazz.”

“Agreed.”

Danny paused. Did he just make a deal with himself? No, he’s busy.

Doppelgänger Danny went invisible and left the apartment by going through a wall. Danny followed in a sedate pace, the normal way.

Outside, he pretended to catch sight of a suddenly visible Phantom. He’d heard the heartbeats outside his apartment ever since he got home all those days ago, and he’s pretty sure the vigilantes were watching his place ever since. Luckily, he made sure there weren’t any bugs or hidden cameras- Sam beat cautiousness into his head a while ago- before starting the plan.

One of those heartbeats sounded like Tim’s which left some… interesting connotations.

Danny sighed. Who was he kidding? Of course he’d be friends with a vigilante.

“Hey, Phantom!” Danny shouted, waving. Phantom floated over.

“Danny. Hi. Did you need something?”

“Oh, not really. My friend wanted to meet you, he’s a huuuuge fan. Think you’ve got time today?” Danny held up his phone.

Phantom hummed. “I can stay for a bit. Thirty minutes.”

“Okay, I’ll call him. His name is Tim, by the way. Thanks for taking the time to meet him!”

“No problem.”

Danny texted Tim, and minutely frowned as he picked up the sound of Tim’s ringtone. Shit, that pretty much confirmed his suspicions. He got a text back from Tim.

Timsy

[5 nin]

Nin

Min

Danny huffed an amused breath. “He’ll be here in five minutes.”

“Alright.”

Danny texted back an okay.

Five minutes later, a flushed and disheveled Tim peeled onto the street and right to the curb.

“Here!” He said as he tumbled out of the car.

“Damn, bro. You good?”

“Fine- oh my god, you’re the green guy!” Danny had to hand it to Tim. If he didn’t already figure out he was Red Robin, Danny would’ve believed the act. Holy shit, wait, he called his friend broke. Hah!

“It’s Phantom. Nice to meet you, Tom.”

A quick sliver of sullenness flashed over Tim’s face. “It- it’s Tim.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, human names sound so similar.” Danny leaned back and hid a grin as his doppelgänger messed with his friend.

“Oh, wow, you’re not human? What are you then?”

“Oh my god, Tim, you can’t just ask him what he is!” Danny scolded. These vigilantes were really similar.

“Sorry…” Tim apologized.

“It’s fine. To answer your question, I’m dead. Ghost.”

“Do you really pay taxes?”

Phantom tilted his head. “Yes, of course.” By the, Danny meant that he paid both human taxes and oversaw the Zone’s taxes. “You know that saying, something about never escaping from two things and that’s taxes and death? You can escape death- might come back a little wrong- but taxes are in the afterlife too.”

“Come back a little wrong?” Tim asked, eyes suddenly sharp.

“Come back a little,” Phantom gestured to himself. “Green. More emotive and prone to irritation.”

Tim stared.

——

“Jason, are you a ghost?” Dick, crouched on the top of Danny’s apartment building whispered.

Red Hood, crouched in the same area, stayed silent.

——

“How did you die?”

Phantom snarled and disappeared.

Tim whirled around, looking bewildered. Behind him, Danny struggled to stay calm.

“Where’d he go?”

“He probably didn’t want to hurt you.” Danny sighed.

“What? What did I do?”

“You asked him how he died. That’s like, the ultimate social taboo.”

“I didn’t know that!”

“It’s common sense, dude. Trauma like that has to be shared instead of asked about. Generally.” Danny sighed. “Come on, let’s get off the street and I’ll give you a crash course in manners.”

——

Bruce, upon hearing about the conversation, dove headfirst into researching the after life.

“No, go suck a goat’s genitals, Batsy, I am not helping you adopt a being of the infinite realms!” Constantine hung up on him.

“Hn.” Bruce will adopt the child and give him a home. It’s only a matter of when… and what inter-dimensional loopholes he could find and use in the relevant laws.

Jason was right behind him, because he was going to get answers, dammit.

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The Little Merman -D.G. Part One

Warnings: fluff, angst, magic, arguing between family, language, arranged marriage.

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Pairing: Merman! Dick Grayson x Reader

Word Count: 3.8K

A/N: Hello! I hope you all enjoy this! I’ve been working away at it for several months now, not to mention how long I’ve been marinating this in my head. Big thanks to @offendedfishnoises for helping me and being my beta for everything. I hope you know how much I appreciate it.

Dick was a good kid, he swears. He always came home on time, his teachers had little to no complaints about him, and was even a model prince for his brothers and sisters. Bruce, the king of the undersea world was proud to call Dick his son, taking him in after his parents perished in a tragic fishing accident.

The only thing that would be questionable about the crown prince, Richard Grayson, is that he was as Alfred liked to say, spirited. Dick wanted to explore, he wanted to live his life before he was tied down never to experience new things again before he was to take over for Bruce.

That’s what led him to where you were, sitting on your little boat watching your beautiful merman bring you shells and treasures from the deep. All he wanted in return was for you to give him human stuff.

The fading blue scales on his face reflected the sunlight matching those of his tail, his eyes almost as blue as the ocean you floated on. His hair was wet and plastered to his forehead, his tanned skin covered in little droplets.

“So, what did you bring me today my fine fishy friend?”

Dick chuckled at the name, he hadn’t given you his name for his and your safety. Most likely nothing would come of it, but he couldn’t risk it. Not when you began to mean more to him than a simple trade partner.

Lifting his bag out of the ocean water, Dick sat it on the floor of your boat. Inside you saw beautiful shells, and even fresh pearls right out of the clam. Dick watched your expression morph into wonder as you looked at them all. The way your eyes lit up made his stomach flip.

“These are beautiful! You didn’t fight off a vicious shark or something did you?”

Dick’s laughter rang through your ears, flexing his arms making his bicep curl. “Oh totally,” he grinned, looking at you. “The toughest of sharks, through the darkest of depths.”

Leaning over the edge of the boat, you smiled at him. “Well, you are very brave,” you beamed, fluffing his ego. “I have some little trinkets from back home that I thought you would like.”

Reaching into your satchel, you rummaged around to find the items you planned to give to him. Lucky for you, your merman friend was easily satisfied with mere human trinkets. You pulled out a candelabra, it wasn’t old but it was a little scuffed and dirty.

Nonetheless, the excitement on his face when you handed it to him made your world that much brighter. It humbled you some to see just how something so simple could make your fishy friend so happy.

Taking it from you, Dick eagerly turned it around in his hands and put it on his head. “Does it work like this?” he asked.

Covering your laughter, you nodded, not having the heart to tell him otherwise.

“It looks perfect,” Leaning over the edge of the boat, you rested your arms on the rim with your chin on top.

Who’d have thought that you’d make friends with a creature of the sea, a creature that was undeniably handsome in his own right. It wasn’t until the sun began to set that you noticed how late you were getting back home. Sadly the kingdom wasn’t going to run itself, even when you had advisors to help.

Dick turned to see the sunsetting and a sad smile formed on his face. His time with you was growing short, and he hated it every time. If only there was something within his power he could do to stay with you longer, but Bruce would never go for that.

Letting out a sigh, Dick pulled himself up to look at you. “When can I see you again?” he couldn’t hide the hope in his voice, as he watched you like you were the only person on Earth.

Meeting his gaze, you couldn’t fight the smile at his excitement but you knew this wasn’t going to last forever.

“How about three days from now, same time?”

Dick nodded vigorously. “Sounds perfect, see you then human.”

“See you then, fishboy.” you smiled, before waving and rowing off back towards the shore.

Watching as you disappeared beyond the horizon, Dick dove back under the water holding his new treasure close to him. He couldn’t help but feel all the more happier after his meetings with you, and it wasn’t just the new treasures each time.

Dick thought the way you smiled was adorable, and how you seemed to hang on every word from one of his stories made him feel like he was swimming on air.

Swimming his way to his hideout, Dick quietly snuck in before storing it with all the new things you gave him. It occurred to Dick that he never asked what it was called though, he’ll just have to ask you in a few days.

Once he knew it was safe, Dick made his way out and back home.

The undersea kingdom was anything but dull. The coral palace glimmered in the light reflecting through the surface, as Dick approached it. He knew it would be late by the time he came home, but Dick had to meet you again.

Lucky for him, the patrol may have been thorough, but they didn’t account for five younger siblings who would cover for him. Looking up towards his room, Dick could see Tim poking his head out the window and waving him on frantically.

Taking one look around, Dick swam up and in his window before any of the guards came back. Letting himself fall onto his bed, Dick let out a sigh.

“Thanks, Tim.” he chuckled.

“Don’t thank me, it was Duke who memorized the route and Cass who made sure Bruce was out before you got home.”

Looking around, Dick noticed that it was only Tim who was there waiting for him. Judging by the dull red and yellow scales on his face, he was exhausted. Where was Jason, and Damian? There was no sign of green or red anywhere. He assumed Duke and cass were off distracting Bruce.

“You look tired Timmers, why don’t you get some rest?”

Tim spared his brother a look, “I can't, I have to plan this thing and Steph promised to help me out.”

“Speaking of our purple friend, how is she?”

Slumping down on the bed beside him, Tim leaned on his shoulder. “She’s good, school has been treating her well.”

“Good, but hey thanks for helping me out again.”

Tim nodded with a smile, “We’re family, what are we supposed to do?”

“Keep him inside, that would be a good place to start.”

Glancing at the door, Dick watched Jason swim his way in with a glare on his face.

“Nice to see you too, Jay.”

Crossing his arms, Jason came to a stop in front of him. “One of these days, you’re going to get caught or worse.”

“Since when did you become the voice of reason?”

“Since I died, Timbo.”

Dick rolled his eyes, “I’m being safe. She doesn’t know my name, let alone that I’m royalty or even where the castle is. We meet not too far off the coast from where she lives, and–”

“And, humans can’t be trusted.”

“Jason will you–”

“No, I will not. Dick, there is more to think about than just yourself. What do you think would happen if you got hurt by a human?”

“I won’t–”

Jason let out an annoyed groan, pulling at his own hair. The dark red scales on his face seeming to get brighter with his anger. “Enough with the I won’t! You’ll never know until you do get hurt!”

This seemed to be an opportune time for Duke to swim into the room with an uneasy look on his face. “Am I interrupting?”

“Yes–”

“No–”

“Well, whatever this is, shelve it cause Bruce needs you Dick.”

Letting out a groan, Dick dropped his head before rising off the bed. “Alright, I’ll be on my way in a second.” Casting Jason and Tim one last look, Dick gave them a smile.

“I’ll be okay, you just have to trust me.” With that, he swam out of the room passing Damian and Cassandra on his way to the throne room.

Waving at them, Dick flashed his signature smile and continued on his way. Whatever it was that Bruce wanted to talk to him about, Dick wanted it over and done with quickly so he could show Wally his new thingamabob?

No, that didn’t sound right. Whatchamajig?

No. Dick settled with calling it a new headdress and left it at that.

The guards in front of the throne room opened the doors for him, letting Dick enter the massive room where Bruce sat talking to his most trusted advisor, Alfred the crab.

Alfred had been at Bruce’s side since before Dick was ever adopted, basically raising him when his parents died. Seemed to be a common theme for them.

Swimming up to the tall throne, he stopped just short of Bruce and raised a brow. “What’s up B? Duke said you needed me for something?”

Breaking his conversation with Alfred, Bruce turned to look at his oldest. “Ah, yes. I do indeed need to speak with you about a rather important matter.”

“I’ll be taking my leave Master Bruce, I’ll be in my chambers.”

“Very well, get some rest.”

Alfred nodded and made his way out of the room, leaving Dick and Bruce alone. A long silence stretched between them, Dick folding his hands behind his back while his tail kept him afloat. Bruce however, was as stoic as always.

He watched Dick with a calculated glance, as if he was trying to figure out to break some ocean secrets to him.

It didn’t calm Dick’s nerves at all.

Letting out a sigh, Bruce rose out of the chair. “You know I want what’s best for you, right? For all of you?”

Dick nodded, “Yeah, it’s the whole point of being a dad.”

Bruce smiled at that, “You’re right. But it’s not just you all that I need to watch out for, I have a whole kingdom that needs my attention and sometimes that means making sacrifices.”

Dick did not like where this was going.

“I want you taken care of Dick, and if that means joining forces with a neighboring kingdom then so be it.”

“Bruce, we’ve all been okay enough with only one parental figure. Not sure how Dami would take it if you married someone other than Talia, but he would come around I’m sure.”

“I’m not talking about myself, Dick. You’ve been on good terms with the princess of Tameran for a long time, her parents and I agreed that it would benefit both of our kingdoms if we united in a bond more sacred than a simple treaty.”

Dick really did not like where this was going, at all. “And what kind of bond is that, B?”

“You and Kori are set to be married before the end of the season.”

There was a really long pause, the only thing to be heard was Dick’s breath catching in his throat. The look on Bruce’s face told Dick that he was completely serious, and that there was little room for compromise.

“Bruce, did you even think to ask me before you agreed?”

“Dick, I–”

His face grew hot, and his temper flared. “You what, Bruce? You decided to marry me off without so much as telling me, let alone asking if I wanted to marry her?”

“This isn’t just something you refuse, Dick.” Bruce stated, narrowing his eyes. “I’m doing this for you and the good of the kingdom.”

“For me!? Bruce! How is this for me?” he snapped.

The dark scales on Bruce’s face flared with his anger. “You are my son, and I know what is best for you. You are marrying Princess Koriand’r and that is final.”

Turning away from him, Dick scoffed at his back. “So that’s it? You’re just going to tell me how to live my life, not even bothering to ask if it will make me happy?”

Bruce kept his back to him with a frown. “You’ll understand when you have children of your own.”

“Yeah, I’ll understand the fact that marrying them off is barbaric, no matter who it’s to. I’m not getting married Bruce, I–”

“I am your father and you’re getting married!”

“No you’re not, and you can’t make me.” Before either of them said another word, Dick swam off out of the room ignoring the shouts from behind him.

How could Bruce do this to him, let alone without asking? He’d never do this to any of the others, it didn’t matter if he was the oldest. It wasn’t fair, Dick loved Kori but they weren’t more than friends.

The only person he wanted to marry was from another world, and he couldn’t have you.

Disappearing through the seaweed forest, Dick didn’t stop until he made it to his secret hideaway. Pushing back the stone, Dick moved behind it before it closed shut. He needed to be alone, and think.

There was no way he was getting married, he had to make Bruce see reason.

“Hey, uh Dick? You okay?”

Jumping at the sound of his friend’s voice, Dick swerved to see a certain orange little fish.

“Wally, what are you doing here?”

“You think I didn’t know you were meeting your little human friend?”

“You’re a fish, what do you know?”

“Enough to know that you are half fish, and that it would never work between you and her. Not unless you planned on selling your soul to the sea demon or something.”

That piqued Dick’s interest, “Say that again?”

Wally held his flippers over his mouth. “What? I didn’t say anything.”

Swimming closer, Dick leaned closer coming face to face with Wally. “No, you said something. Sea demon? You mean Slade? You think he would work something out so I can be with her?”

Shaking his head, Wally gasped. “You can’t make a deal with him! There is always a cost with his deals, you know that!”

Whatever argument Wally had, it wasn’t going to work. Dick’s mind was already made up, he was going to make a deal with Slade and get out of this ridiculous marriage. Ignoring Wally’s protests, Dick looked around for one last thing. Depending on what happened to him, he wanted to bring one last gift for you.

Letting out a little “aha”, he wrapped his hand around the little bit of sea glass and tied it to a string he had laying around before pulling it over his head.

“Dick! You can’t be seriously thinking about this!”

“Wally, you’re not going to be able to stop me so just come with me.”

“And where would that be, Master Richard?”

Dick stilled in his place and turned to see Alfred there, with an unamused look on his face.

“Dick is going to see Slade and make a deal!”

“Master Richard, I strongly advise against that. You know as well as I that Slade is not to be trusted.”

Dick sighed, “You’re not going to change my mind. Either you’re coming with me, or you’re staying.”

Wally and Alfred shared a look. “Alright fine.”

With that, Dick swam out of his hideaway and towards the darkest depths of the ocean.

Throughout the journey, Wally and Alfred tried their hardest to convince Dick to stop and go back and try to talk it out with Bruce. But if they knew anything, Dick was just as stubborn as Bruce if not more so. Getting him to change his mind would take a miracle.

“Master Richard, please listen to reason!” Alfred called as he swam after him.

“You and I both know Bruce is never going to change his mind. I love Kori, but we are just friends.”

“But Dick! This is Slade we are talking about! He–”

“Wally, I will leave you out here in the middle of the ocean if you tell me he is a soul sucking monster one more time.”

The rest of the journey was silent, Dick’s two companions deciding to drop the argument for now.

The further they swam, the darker the water got, until it was almost pitch black with an odd glow off in the distance. A shiver ran up Dick’s spine at the sudden temperature change. He knew they were getting closer because the plant life around them was beginning to die, turning a sick yellow color, before it was all black and wilted.

Pushing himself between a large crack in a cave, Dick came upon the sight of a massive cave with the same purple light shining through the entrance. Taking a deep breath, Dick squared his shoulders and swam towards the entrance.

Wally and Alfred stuck close to Dick’s side, not liking the sudden change in atmosphere. The cave was cold and dark as the three of them slowly made their way through, following the sound of clanging bottles and idle chatter.

Was someone else already here?

Chewing his lip, Dick slowly swam towards the opening in front of them. Having heard lots of stories about Slade, Dick wasn’t sure what to expect. He’s heard that Slade and Bruce used to be friends, there were even rumors that he had something to do with Jason coming back from the dead, and even that he had a hand in many of the other tragedies that happened.

All rumors for the simple fact no one could prove anything, not even Bruce.

The only rumor that reigned true, was the fact Slade was half octopus, cursed by Bruce as punishment for the crimes they could prove against him.

Dick opened his mouth to speak before he was interrupted.

“What brings you here, young prince?”

It was like Dick’s voice was stolen from him. “I–I–” he stammered, trying to come up with a proper answer.

Maybe Alfred and Wally were right, this was a bad idea.

“You want me to help you and your little human friend be together, is that it?”

Dick stared at his back, confusion written all over his face.

“How did you know that?”

A smirk grew on Slade’s face before he turned to look at the young merprince with him.

“They don’t call me Slade the Sea Demon for no reason, kid.”

“I’m not a kid.”

“Sure.”

Dick’s face grew hot. Just who did this octopus bastard think he was? “So what if that’s the reason I’m here?”

Slade’s grin only grew, “So what?” he asked. “It’s the fact you came to me to make a deal,”

Swimming closer, Slade crossed his arms over his chest and stared Dick down. “I know everything that goes on in this ocean, more than Bruce ever did. He doesn’t have the guts to go to the lengths I will to ensure things are running smoothly, and none of them included an arranged marriage.”

Listening to his words, Dick was even more confused. Just what was so bad about him?

“So you know then, I am to be married off to someone I don’t love.”

“Of course I know, I know everything down to the darkest desires of your heart Richard. And that is why you came to me.”

Dick swallowed hard, watching as Slade leaned down in his face. “Then you know what I want.”

“And what is that?”

“I want you to make me human.”

Moving so he was upright, Slade hummed. “For a spell like that, it takes a magically binding contract. Completely unbreakable, even by me.” he explained, pulling one out of thin air and holding the golden document in front of Dick.

“But this isn’t a get a spell for free card kid, I need proper payment for this or you’ll become like everyone else.”

Dick’s face turned uncertain at those words. “What do you mean, like everyone else?”

All Slade did was point behind the three visitors, and it was then Dick saw the garden of dead plants behind them. But dead plants don’t normally have eyes.

They weren’t plants he realized, they were living creatures reaching out for him to help them. Their voices were hoarse and weak, calling out his name like they knew him.

Quickly turning back to Slade, Dick glared. “What did you do to them?” he demanded.

“I did nothing. They didn’t hold up their end of the agreement.”

It was starting to set in that this was probably Dick’s worst idea yet.

“If I were to go through with this, what would you want from me?”

Slade tapped his chin in thought, resting back against his massive cauldron as if he was mulling over his options. “Alright kid, you want me to make you human? Trade your voice for legs, and you will have three days to make this girl fall in love with you. If you fail, you will turn back into a merman, and you will belong to me.”

“I–” he stopped. “You want my voice?”

Slade nodded.

“Without my voice how can I tell her–”

“You’re smart. I’m sure you’ll figure something out with those baby blues of yours.” he grinned.

Dick’s face grew hot, losing his voice couldn’t be that bad. It was a lot better than being forced into a marriage, and Dick knew he loved you and that he would do anything for you.

“I’ll do it.”

“Dick no!”

Before Wally or Alfred could object further, Slade’s tentacles wrapped around them and their mouths effectively shutting them up.

Slade’s face morphed into something Dick couldn’t recognize. “Perfect.”

Pulling out the contract, Slade held it out in front of him with a quill. “Sign the dotted line, and you’ll be human Prince Richard.”

Glancing at his friends, and Slade, Dick hesitated. Was this really the right thing to do?

Feeling the weight of the sea glass around his neck, Dick grasped it in his hand and let out a breath. Grabbing the quill, he signed his name on the dotted line.

Suddenly, the whole cave turned dark and Dick couldn’t see anything. “Remember Richard, three days.” Slade’s voice echoed.

There was a flash followed by a loud crack, and Dick couldn’t breathe anymore. Looking around, he saw Wally and Alfred coming right at him with a worried look on their face. Black spots clouded Dick’s vision. What was going on?

Clinging to Wally and Alfred for dear life, they swam as fast as they could to the surface before Dick drowned. Breaching the surface, Dick held onto Wally as they floated, gasping for air. Glancing down, instead of his tail Dick saw a pair of legs.

An excited expression formed on his face before he turned to his friend. Opening his mouth to speak, Dick frowned as nothing came out.

Slade’s voice echoed in his mind. Dick had three days to kiss you, or he would turn back and be a slave to Slade for all eternity.

What has he done?

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