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starry-bi-sky · 5 months

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i've mentioned in a few past posts about an au where Danny is a variant of Jason Todd. I haven't made a post about it yet because I need a good rhythm flowing however i've been listening to Gladiator by Jann and I have been having thoughts.

but first, let me set the au:

Danny Fenton is Jason Todd, or at least, a variant of him. A him from a universe separate to the major Batman timeline - but still Jason Todd, down to the structure of his face and his name itself. The only thing that changes, is who picks him up - and, that he follows old Batman canon, and was an orphan. Jason Todd steals the tires off the batmobile and wallops Batman with his tirejack, and then runs off. Shortly after, he gets picked up by the Fentons.

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And his name changes from Jason Todd to Danny Fenton. He doesn't care much for the new name change, it stems from his mute refusal to share his name to the people that picked him up; an attempt to make him untraceable should he get away from them, and to keep something of his to himself. So they name him something new. He grows to like it enough as he acclimates to his new family.

(He hangs onto the name Jason Todd like a secret - he may be 'Danny Fenton' now, but he'll never forget his time on Gotham's streets. He'll always be Jason Todd.)

(Jazz is the only one who he tells his name to in the family - she affectionately calls him Jay whenever she wants.)

He becomes friends with Sam and Tucker and deals with Dash and his bullying. And when Danny steps in during a fight between Dash and another student, Dash gives him a bleeding nose and mockingly says, "Do you think you're Robin just because you're from Gotham, Fenton?"

Jason looks him in the eyes and he bares his teeth, "Why not?" he asks, spitting blood, "being Robin gives me magic."

The nickname sticks. It's supposed to be an insult; Daniel Fenton is not Robin, he'll never be Robin. Not now, not in a million years. Jason Todd has always wanted to be Robin, so he takes the insult and wears it proudly. He buys a school varsity jacket and painstakingly undos the stitching of all the school's motif on it. On the breast of it, he embroiders in a black circle with the Boy Wonder "R" on it instead. It's not good stitching, but the next day Danny wears it down to breakfast and into school.

In normal au canon, Daniel Jason Todd-Fenton (its a mouthful, just call him Danny) only meets the Waynes after he becomes Phantom - an event that leans more towards Daniel Fenton's accident than Jason Todd's death, but traumatizes him all the same. (Is it too much to want to be mourned? His best friends like to deny that he died - and Danny - Jason? - wishes they wouldn't, even if he did come back.)

(The accident embitters him, even more when his parents don't seem to pick up on it. He stops calling himself Danny Fenton - he's always been Jason Todd. It shows itself in his ghostly form. He doesn't want to wear the thing he died in, not in something that belongs to the Fentons, and his suit reflects that.)

In this timeline, Daniel Jason Todd-Fenton, aged 13, meets Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne after a mishap with magic on the other end of the reality sends the three of them careening through time and space, and spat back out on the other end, in a world not their own. And together.

Danny is paired with a very confused Bruce Wayne and Richard Grayson. Luckily, there's a few heroes there to help them. Danny can hardly comprehend the idea that he's in another universe - he doesn't know why Dick Grayson and Bruce Wayne are seemingly handling it well.

On their way to a secondary base with the heroes, Danny turns to Bruce Wayne and asks, "So, is it part of rich-person training that you're just totally chill with being sent into another universe, or are you just weird?"

Bruce Wayne huffs at him, rather than get offended, and he smiles that dumb lopsided billionaire smile that Danny's seen on every vogue magazine he's been in. "I'm not so worried with these skilled heroes here to help us get home."

Danny silently concludes that he's just weird. At least Dick Grayson is biting back a smile behind him. "Riiiight..." He says, dragging the vowel out dryly.

When they get to that secondary location -- a safehouse that one of the heroes had set up -- the three of them are sat in a living room-like room while one hero, Zatanna, goes and calls someone from the Justice League. The other two heroes stay with the three of them.

Within a few hours, Danny is face to face with Batman - someone who he hasn't seen since he whacked him in the stomach with a tire iron - and Nightwing. For a moment, Danny swears that the both of them look almost spooked by him.

Batman stares at him for a moment when he enters, and then he goes to speak with Bruce Wayne. Danny doesn't care enough to hear what they're talking about, he pulls out his phone as Nightwing goes to speak with Dick Grayson.

"Are you a fan of Robin, little man?" Someone says, and when Danny looks up he locks eyes with Dick Grayson -- who is leaning around Nightwing to talk to him, the both of them are smiling. And considering who Nightwing was, Danny finds himself turning pink to the ears.

But he will not hide his jacket. He forces a grin through his embarrassment, "Hell yeah, man, Robin's cool." He says, and pushes his arms down to pull out the hem of his letterman, showing off the emblem. "I made it m'self out of a school varsity after the A-Listers started callin' me Robin."

"A-Listers?"

"Popular kids," Danny corrects, loosing his hold on the hem and brushing invisible wrinkles out of the embroidery. "They didn't like that I kept stepping in when they were bullying. Dash asked me if i thought I was Robin because I was from Gotham."

Dick Grayson looks intrigued -- and concerned, and he leans forward onto his knees and raises an eyebrow. "What did you say?"

And Danny grins a shark-like thing, straightening back his shoulders with a burning sort of smug pride and all the sharpness of broken glass left in Crime Alley. "I told him being Robin gave me magic, and then I punched him."

Dick Grayson's smile widens, splitting into showing teeth as he leans back into his seat. Danny isn't sure why he's so delighted - but Nightwing looks incredibly amused, and he suddenly remembers that the Robin himself was there in front of him.

Danny's face burns anew and his arms fold themselves in front of him once again.

"I don't think I ever caught your name, Robin." Dick Grayson goes, his voice thick with laughter, and Nightwing steps off to the side as Batman and Bruce Wayne walk over to join them both. They're just close enough that Danny can see Bruce Wayne raise an eyebrow at them both.

"It's Jason." Danny says before he can think about it, and barely stops himself from frowning at himself for the slip. He amends himself, glancing over at Batman and Bruce as they get closer. "But everyone calls me Danny."

Dick Grayson's head recoils slightly, and he looks a little surprised. "Why Danny?" He asks.

"Why Dick?" He shoots back, and Bruce and Dick both smile at him, with Dick Grayson shrugging with an expression that looks like 'you've got a point.'

In the end, the three of them - yes, three - get sent to this world's Wayne Manor, and Danny is bewildered by that decision to include himself -- he's not a Wayne. Why not just send him to the Fentons?

Batman tells him that the Fentons don't exist in this world, and Danny falls silent. "Oh." He says quietly, a pit growing in his stomach with an ill-kind of dread. He can't keep Batman's gaze, looking away with unease.

No Fentons in this world. No Fentons. Where was he then, in the grand scheme of things? Where was he in this world? What happened to Jason Todd? Was he even alive? He can't keep the worry off his face, and he jumps when a hand lands on his shoulder. When he looks up, Dick Grayson squeezes him gently.

Dick Grayson is steadily beginning to remind him of his sister.

They end up driving back in the Batmobile. It's such a shock to Danny that he momentarily forgets the lack of Fentons. He makes a laugh sound, actually, and immediately he covers his hand with his mouth and stares at the car -- tank? with his teeth sunk into his lower lip.

"Jason?" Dick says, and hearing his name being spoken feels like someone touched him with a livewire. It's weird, it's foreign - he hates, in some way, that it's foreign - and it's so nice. Yes, that's me.

He drops his hand immediately. "Sorry." He says, realizing he'd stopped in his tracks, "I -uh, was just surprised."

"It's not every day someone sees the Batmobile." Dick agrees. Nightwing has his back to them but Danny swears he sees his shoulders shaking a little.

"Yeah," Danny nods slowly, dragging his eyes over the batmobile as Batman opens the driver's side and gets in. He thinks for a moment, of what he should say next - whether to admit that he's seen it before, or to pretend that he's seeing it for the first time. Snd as Nightwing opens the door for him, Bruce, and Dick, he chooses the funnier option; "The last time I saw it, I was stealing its tires."

To his surprise and unsurprise, Danny only gets two pairs of eyes on him. Nightwing gets into the passenger seat as both Bruce and Dick turn their gaze onto him; Dick's eyes big like they were going to bulge out of his head.

"You what!?"

So Danny tells an amazed Dick Grayson that he hit Batman with a tire iron after he stole his tires - something he is very proud about and also incredibly embarrassed about when he retells what happened in the backseat of the batmobile, with Batman and Nightwing listening in from the front seat.

(Bruce Wayne doesn't ever tell Dick shit, he's going to lord this over Bruce's head the moment they are alone.)

"Please tell me this didn't happen in this world." Danny groans behind his palms as he sinks into his seat. Dick Grayson is killing himself laughing on his left, and he saw Bruce Wayne stifling a smile before he obscured his vision with his hands.

Much to his luck, its Batman himself who speaks next, (Danny was being mostly rhetorical). "It did." He says, and his voice sounds like the rumble of the earth before a stampede. It will never not throw Danny off every time he hears it. "It takes quite a lot of spunk to steal the tires off the batmobile."

He can't believe it. Batman is making fun of him. Fucking, Batman.

He wants to die with embarrassment. He groans even louder as Dick Grayson's laughter crescendoes. Danny risks a peak through his fingers, he doesn't know whether to regret it or not because he can just barely see Batman smirk very faintly from his position in the middle.

(His world axis tilts five degree leftways seeing it; like someone dunked a bucket of ice water on him.)

"He ended up being adopted by the Bruce Wayne of this world."

Danny's hands drop with his jaw into his lap. Dick Grayson on his left chokes on his laughter and careens into a coughing fit. Bruce Wayne on his right chokes on air, and quickly recovers himself with a cough behind a closed fist.

"What?" Danny croaks.

Apparently, Bruce Wayne's family is much larger in this world than it is in his. Danny can barely wrap his head around the idea that he ends up adopted by the man, but now he has to learn that Wayne had several children in this world?

He's still not wrapped his head around it when the three of them wind up at Wayne Manor, finally, or even when he's standing in front of him himself. For his effort, Bruce Wayne does a good job at looking unruffled by it.

God, he's weird. Danny's starting to quite like it, actually. How human of him.

He still can't wrap his head around it when he meets the rest of Bruce Wayne's children, all of whom are already aware of the three of them. Danny thinks that someone from the Justice League might've alerted them before they got here.

It makes sense, he supposes.

It helps that they are just as weirded out as he is. A boy named Tim Drake sees him for the first time and blurts out; "Oh wow, you're tiny." In a tone like he's just seen a two-headed snake burst out of the ground.

Danny is still offended. He's still growing. It's not his fault he spent twelve years of his life malnourished. "I'm gonna be taller than you," he tells him seriously, "and when I do I'm gonna kick your ass."

Tim snorts at him.

The other Bruce Wayne -- Mr. Wayne's -- youngest looks at him up and down with a face of carefully controlled judgement. His name is Damian, he's Bruce Wayne's only biological son. Danny can't believe that there's only one.

If anything, Bruce Wayne himself looks surprised too.

"Todd, yes?" Damian says, his green eyes narrowed at him.

Danny feels like the specimen under his parents' microscope, he feels like he's standing on a platform that's being slowly spun by scientists. He looks over at Bruce Wayne in confusion, and then back at Damian. "I- yes?"

Damian Wayne nods, and then leaves.

Danny does not once see himself. That is unsettling in and of itself - surely Jason Todd would have been told about another version of himself in this world, wouldn't he? How old is he here? An adult, probably. Danny doesn't know if he wants to see him. What does he look like when he's grown up? He pulls his Robin jacket around him a little tighter, like a cocoon, like a shield.

"It's weird to hear them call me Jason Todd." He says aloud to himself, and it leaves a weight behind in his chest that shouldn't hurt the way it does. It shouldn't be weird to be called your name. It shouldn't cobweb up your throat to hear your name being said. It was his name. It was his.

Danny acclimates to the manor slowly. The house is big, massive. He's never been in a house so large before, he feels like a stray cat being taken in for the first time, again. He and Bruce and Dick Grayson are all given their own separate rooms - one of many inside this mansion - and the sheer size of his bedroom is bigger than his living room and kitchen combined.

it's daunting. Danny sits outside on the balcony and stares at the stars he can see - Wayne Manor is far enough away from Gotham that its light pollution doesn't obscure the sky here like it did in the heart of it.

Danny finds the constellations he can find and wishes he had his books with him. He finds the library the next day and buries himself in the back, curling up into a comfy armchair next and inhaling each book he can get his hands on.

Tim Drake wanders past him at some point, Danny would have missed him if it weren't for the fact that Drake stared at him strangely when he saw him. He walks away when he realizes Danny was staring back.

It's a rinse and repeat for the next few days. Danny doesn't go to meals, he sneaks food from the kitchen afterwards, and then buries himself in hundreds of books in the library.

Dick Grayson, the one from his world, goes and finds him three days later. Danny's eyes hurt with strain by then, but he is furiously halfway through a Jane Austen novel when Dick sits down across from him.

"Have you been here all day?" Dick asks, he drapes himself across the side of his chair, contorting himself into a position that Danny doesn't think is comfortable when he looks up at him.

Not that he looks up at him long - he hums absently and goes back to reading. Frowning when he realizes he lost his place on the page.

Dick Grayson raises an eyebrow, "Have you at least eaten anything?"

Danny hums. No, he hasn't, and he hadn't thought about eating all day. Until now that is, his frown ever deepening as his stomach pangs with a deep hunger.

"That's not healthy."

"Mhm."

"Are you going to eat something?"

"Mhhh."

And this gets Dick to frown. He straightens himself up, propping onto his elbows to stare at Danny. "Jason." He says strongly. And it's that that gets Danny to finally look up from his page, jumping like he'd again been poked with a live wire as he stares at Dick with wide eyes.

"Yes?"

"Put the book down." Dick orders, gesturing towards the side table next to Danny with a nod. "And come eat something." There's very little room for argument in his voice, he sounds like Jazz when she's trying to parent him, but instead he actually sounds authoritative. Not bossy.

Danny still frowns at him. "You're not the boss of me." He says, sinking back into his chair with a thumb bookmarking his page.

Dick gives him a look and makes a decisive noise, swaggling his head side to side while he does. "I'm pretty sure that for as long as we're here, me and B actually are the boss of you."

He's never really liked authority figures, not ones that tried to boss him around, that is. Danny doubles down, his lips curling into a shadow of a scowl. "Just because you're my brother in another world doesn't mean you can act like it."

"That's not what I mean and you know it."

"I don't want to go eat."

"It's not good for you to skip meals."

"Quit talking like Jazz."

"Danny."

Danny sinks his teeth into his lip and scowls darkly at him, shrinking into the back of his armchair in hopes that it'll swallow him whole. The idea of going into that large fucking dining room fills him with a dread that makes him completely forget his appetite.

"Your fucking- dining room is- it's too big." He grits out, finally closing his book and hugging it tightly to his chest.

Dick blinks at him. "What?"

"You heard me! It's too big. This whole place is too big. It's- what do you even do with this much space? I don't know how this- other me ever lived here."

Dick Grayson surprises him, and his expression softens. "Oh," he says, "I get it."

"You do?" The tension bleeds slowly out of Danny's shoulders

"Yeah, I felt the same way when I first moved in with Bruce. I lived with the circus for most of my life, but I slept in a trailer." He says. And he talks more.

The end result of their conversation ends with Dick Grayson offering to let Danny sit across or next to him during mealtimes, and that he can talk to him if he starts getting uneasy. But he can't keep skipping meals - it was making them all worried.

Danny agrees, and Dick takes him down to the kitchens for food.

"They look at me weirdly too." He grumbles as they leave the library, Danny's book returned to the shelf where it belonged. When Dick looks at him curiously, he scrunches his nose up. "The - your other siblings. They look at me like I'm- I'm someone else. S'weird."

"Isn't that a good thing?" Dick asks, "You are someone else."

Dany shrugs, staring at the ground with a heavy frown. "I don't know."

Danny seeks out Dick more after that. And vice versa. Dick reminds Danny of Jazz, and he latches onto the familiarity like a leech. If Dick is bothered by it, he doesn't show it, whether he's talking to his other world's self, to the Bruce's, or to one of the other Wayne kids.

Damian Wayne seems particularly keen to seek him out, Danny finds. He thinks it means that they're close in this world, and that Damian wants to see more of what a young Dick is like. That's what he would do, at least.

He takes up on Dick's offer of seating near him during dinner, and finds an open spot across from him. Unless he has something to show him, then he sits next to him.

("You can call me Jason." He tells him one day when they're in the Wayne's massive, fuck-off gym and they're both climbing over the jungle gym. Dick's showing him how to be more flexible. It's the most Danny's worked out ever, he likes the burn it gives him.

Dick looks at him in surprise, "Really?" he's doing a handstand on the bars and Danny's more than a little jealous at his balance.

"Yeah, dipshit," he says, rolling his eyes, "I'll even let you call me Jay, it's my nickname."

Dick happily takes him up on that offer, and much to Danny's embarrassment, starts calling him Jaybird. All because of his stupid Robin jacket.)

Danny has yet to meet his other self still, it's scaring him a little. Where was he? And matter of fact, how long until he could go back to his home dimension? The three of them hadn't gotten any updates since they arrived.

Speaking of, he was starting to talk to Bruce more, it was just... strange. Even stranger than talking to Dick. Bruce Wayne in another life would have been his adoptive father, Danny can't wrap his head around it for the life of him.

Whatever did Bruce Wayne see in Jason Todd that made him worth adopting? He's too afraid of the answer to ask. They start talking more after they run into each other late at night. Danny had been hit with a bout of insomnia and was going to the library.

He ran into Bruce on the way. He was just.. staring, out the window, with a faraway look in his eye. He didn't even look startled to see Danny standing there.

Danny asks him if he wants to go to the library with him. It was out of panic. He isn't expecting Bruce Wayne to agree, and they walk there in suffocating silence. Danny keeps looking at him from the corner of his eye.

("You're staring?" Bruce doesn't sound upset, Danny jumps anyway.

"Yeah, sorry." his voice sounds stilted, "it's just..." his jaw wires itself shut for a spell, "...you looked like you were about to disappear."

"Ah.")

When they reach the library, Danny leads Bruce Wayne into the science section and takes out books upon books about stars. He leads him over to the armchair and fire and they both sit down on the ground.

"When I lived in Gotham I would stargaze." Danny says, it's the first thing he can think of. Bruce Wayne looks at him quizzically. "Well, I would try to. The sky's too polluted for that. Mostly I would just watch the skyline and try and spot Batman and Robin, was the same thing."

That cracks a smile out of Bruce. It's a small one, barely there. "I hardly think the two are comparable."

Danny is still serious. "Not to me."

He goes on, talking about how after he was adopted he got his hands on every star book he could find. He loves english and he loves to read, but something about the stars drew him in like a song. He rambles about every star fact he knows with Bruce Wayne.

Bruce Wayne surprises him by telling him facts he didn't know. Danny soaks it up like a sponge, listening intently to him speak. And when they run out of star books to talk about, Danny tells Bruce that it was his turn to find something for them to talk about.

Bruce Wayne smiles again at him, a sly little thing like Danny's challenged him, and gets up. He comes back with a stack of film books, and they spend the next few hours going through them. Bruce Wayne rattles off every single movie fun fact he knows, and there is so much that he knows.

Danny is in awe, and moves to press against Bruce's side to see the stuff he points at in his books.

"You're smarter than people give you credit for." He says at some point, when his eyes hurt from being open for too long and his head leans against Bruce's arm for support. It follows with a jaw-cracking yawn that he tries and fails to stifle.

"Thank you, Danny." Bruce says, his voice soft and soothing and not helping with Danny's weighing exhaustion. His eyes drift, and then jerk open. "Do you want to go back to your room? You look tired, chum."

He bites back a smile at the nickname, and fails to keep it bitten. "No, no, I'm awake." He mumbles, shaking his head slowly. "I wanna hear-" he yawns again, "-hear you talking."

Danny swears he can hear the smile in Bruce's voice as he speaks; "Alright. Now, where was I?"

In the end, Danny falls asleep on the floor of the library next to Bruce Wayne. He doesn't even realize it until he wakes up the next morning. But it's not to worry, Bruce Wayne fell asleep too, an arm thrown around Danny protectively like he was his own kid.

This becomes a thing for them soon enough. When neither of them can sleep, they go to the library and talk and talk about whatever comes to mind.

There comes the dreaded night after they've finished whatever book they were looking at when Bruce, the little shit, turns to Danny and goes; "You never mentioned what happened after you hit Batman with a tire iron."

Danny groans, big and dramatic, burying his head in his arms, and ignores the low chuckle. "I thought he was gonna chase me down for sure." He complains, his voice muffled by his arms.

"Why did you hit him with a tire iron?"

The look Bruce gets is one of pure disbelief. "If Mothman suddenly showed up behind you while you were taking the wheels off his ride, you'd hit him too!"

"Last time I checked, Mothman isn't real." Bruce told him amusedly, and Danny flops over onto his back to stare him down. His arms sprawl out like a starfish, intentionally hitting Bruce in the shoulder.

"You don't know that, Batman's a cryptid and he's real."

Bruce roars with laughter, and Danny preens like a bird.

That next morning when Bruce passes by him for breakfast, he reaches over and ruffles his hair. It's the same thing he does for Dick every morning. It's the first of many, and it gets many stares from the surrounding family.

Bruce has a newspaper tucked under his arm, and when he sits down Danny stands up and skedaddles over to him, leaning over the side of his chair to peer at the paper.

"Any cryptids spotted, Buzz?" He asks, getting a startled laugh out of Bruce, who looks up at him.

"Buzz?"

"Well, yeah," and Danny states it as matter-of-fact. He gestures his head at Dick Grayson. "Dick calls you 'B', and B is for bees, and I can't just call you Bees, that's dumb. So; Buzz."

He grins triumphantly when Bruce laughs quietly, his shoulders shaking imperceptibly. "I know," he tilts his head up proudly, "I'm a genius."

Now he's actually laughing, dropping his head into one of his hands and trying to quiet himself as much as possible. Danny is positively beaming, ignoring the stares of the other Waynes as he flounces back to his seat just as the other Mister Wayne enters the room.

When Jason Daniel Fenton Todd meets Jason Todd for the first time, they both just stare at each other.

Danny recognizes himself immediately in the library, and he freezes up. His tongue ties to the roof of his mouth, and he's unsure of what to say.

He doesn't need to say anything at all, because when Jason Todd looks up and they lock eyes, they both just stare. And stare. Jason Todd is a large, hulk of a man, built like a brick shithouse, with a tired, traumatized look in his eyes and a white streak in his black curls. The same black curls that Danny himself has.

He has no idea what to say. Or if he should turn back around and leave.

Jason Todd sighs at him, "I know they told me you and another world's Bruce and Dickie were here," he says, but it sounds like he's talking to himself. Even moreso when he mutters half-heartedly, "-but I was hoping I wouldn't run into you."

Danny feels small next to him. He doesn't know why. "Sorry." He says lamely, his one foot skips back, "I can leave if you want." It's unlike him to be meek, he thinks. Not after years of Gotham living and dealing with the likes of Dash and his Jerk Jocks.

But this also isn't the streets, and this isn't other kids being dicks. Jason Todd shakes his head, and gestures with one large arm for Danny to come over. "You don't need to do that, you were coming to read, right?"

He nods, and tentatively makes his way over. When Jason looks at him, he sees him cast his eyes over his Robin jacket - he wears it everyday. Danny sees him narrow his eyes, just slightly. But he says nothing.

It's... a strange conversation. Interaction. Jason Todd doesn't talk to him much, and if he does it's stilted and awkward, like he doesn't know how to treat him. Like he's holding him at arm's length.

Jason's getting tired of being treated like a ghost.

They talk about their books. They compare lives. Jason Todd was picked up a few days after he stole the wheels of the batmobile. He wasn't an orphan, he lived with his mom and his stepdad before he lived with Bruce. They both like to read, only Danny has an interest in the stars.

("What do your adoptive parents do?" Jason Todd asks him, one arm slung over the back of the armchair, he looks relaxed. He looks tense. Danny feels like he's back in Crime Alley again.

"They're 'ectologists'." He says, making air quotes over the word. He rolls his eyes, "Ghost hunters. They study the dead and all things afterlife."

Jason Todd makes a dry laugh huff, a sarcastic half-smile on his face. He doesn't explain why he does, Danny doesn't ask why. It doesn't seem like his business.)

Danny wants to ask him where he got that white streak in his hair. It doesn't feel right. It feels like his parents' lab, and that isn't right. Nothing ever feels like his parents' lab.

Jason Todd leaves first after giving him a few book recommendations. Danny isn't sure how to rate the experience. Being in Jason Todd's presence was like standing in a liminal space. An empty parking lot at night. When he leaves it feels like much the same thing.

He struggles to read his books afterwards, unable to shake the feeling of being haunted.

#THERE WILL BE A PART 2 #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dpxdc crossover #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #danny is jason todd au #daniel jason fenton todd #daniel jason fenton todd?#man i love these variant aus huh #somehing about exploring identity man #I DIDNT EVEN GET TO THE PART THAT WAS THE WHOLE REASON I MADE THE WHOLE POST #that will be in part 2 onfg #but its so late i've been writing for literally hours #you know its late bc these tags aren't half as long as they normally are #its not a starry au unless it needs a read more #there's so much fluff here folks #so much fluff #it was supposed to be rlly only between dick and danny but bruce the sneaky bastard snuck in there #bc i needed him to also??? be on Good Terms with danny #parental ambiguity with the fenton parents. are they good? are they bad? who knows!#claps loudly IT IS VERY IMPORTANT THAT DANNY DOES NOT FIGURE OUT THEIR IDENTITY AT ALL DURING THIS #starry coming in hot with another unnecessarily long au #none of my friends are in DPDC so tumblr gets it instead

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nepobabyeurydice · 7 months

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wait actually let me explain how stupid the timeline for CJ is.

Jason is given to Lupa at 2

We time skip and Jason already in the fifth cohort this happened sometime between his 4th birthday to twelfth.

Reyna arrives one year later, Octavian is presumably a already there too along with Dakota, Gwen & Bobby.

The Charleston quest happens with Reyna and Jason and (?) either Jason or Reyna are already centurion or (?) is

Jason strangles the Trojan Sea Monster

…Either Jason or Reyna become Centurions or both if the (?) was the centurion on the quest.

At ~15 Jason is scouting with several others to storm mount Otherys, Reyna is presumably a few months into be being praetor despite it being only three years despite long-timers Jason and Octavian who are very influential just not having that position.

Same three days as TLO the Romans storm Mount Otherys, presumably losing many people and having no ‘hey claim your fucking kids’ should lack the ability to make up the numbers.

~Jason is made Praetor, probably after hacking Krios to bits with zero godly intervention except maybe Hera at one point. (save jason and kill thalia type of deal which fits her)

~Two weeks later Nico shows up with Hazel and Thanatos goes missing around the same time (no one died in that time? Not from festering wounds or attempted suicide after the battle they just witnessed??)

~December, Jason goes missing could also be late November for Hera to properly gaslight Leo and Piper and get them in place.

No one goes looking for Jason despite it being 3 days to a month of him being gone outside of California because *superstition*

Presumably, the Camp continues to function for 7-9 months without a 2nd Praetor especially one of their more powerful ones with direct ties to Juno just not being there

Hazel becomes a full blown member (the good shit)

Frank arrives two weeks after his mom’s funeral….That’s not long enough?? Percy probably stayed with Lupa for at least a month for him to learn all that, Frank should be there later than Percy, the same time as Percy or Rick should fix his timeline issues.

All of Jason’s work for the past 6-12 years has just vanished into thin air in 7-9 months and no one tries to hold on to his ideas for camp.

Yeah, I don’t completely understand the timeline either. The first 10 years of Jason’s CJ is so mysterious and we don’t even know what was Reyna’s cohort or centurion despite it probably playing a role of why she so quickly rose to praetorship. I personally go with her Cohort being the Second and her centurion being a descendent of Jupiter and later on Bellona giving him some weight to put behind Reyna as his successor.

Frank’s little timeline weirdness is mostly not taking into account the distance between Canada and California along with the timeline Rick gave Percy who is usually the prodigy in picking up skills. This is why i’m trying to pepper in events in my HOO collection on Ao3 because there is nothing. Fucking nothing and it’s stressing me out.

#heroes of olympus #jason grace #reyna avila ramirez arellano #camp jupiter #hazel levesque #frank zhang #hoo #octavian hoo #dakota hoo #meta

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PARAMOUR - headcannons for book! alicent hightower, book! rhaenyra targaryen x f! reader with some show concepts (YANDERE)

SUMMARY AND TW: when alicent or rhaenyra happen to get a hold of their paramour the other has sharen for the past years, they make sure she never leaves them. reader is former childhood friend tw : homophobia, death, technical religious internalised homophobia (the seven)?? and most of the events that happen with the dance of the dragons, reader is married

ALICENT :

- Unlike Rhaenyra who would've wanted to fully shield you against the war, she made you see it. She made you see every single inch of chaos that had been started by Rhaenyra's side, she induced a fear into you of your former lover.

- When you broke down on the floor, with trembling hands grasping your heart, she held you. Her soothing words flew into your ears, with fake promises of peace if you simply help Aegon's rule. She rocked you back and forth, while you sobbed for the remnants of your friendship with the white-haired girl. The purple eyes that you had gotten used to even after she had married Laenor never had you deem them unworthy. Now compared to the eyes with a striking light brown in the middle, and a darker shade for the most part had made you feel safe.

- "Have I abandoned you in your time of need? Have I hid you under the guise of loving my husband? I assume she even made you, her lady-in-waiting?" She laughed drily, while holding your face in her hands. When she noticed the whimper that left your plump lips, she held a false expression of surprise and sympathy. "She truly did that to you?" You nodded meekily, feeling as though if you leave out the smallest sound, your body will betray you to more crying. When she ran her hands through your hair, while you laid your head on her lap, she smiled to herself. Of course, she had lied. She knew that Rhaenyra had done all of those things, she only feigned shock to make you realize how horrible Rhaenyra had been towards you.

- Finally, she had made a hate for Rhaenyra fester in your heart. She grinned from side to side when you had finally told her you supported Aegon after being "kept for your own safety" for months. With the few words leaving your mouth, she now just had to act out her plan to finally have you.

- Even though she had stayed devoted to finally taking you into her arms, she had forgotten a key part of her life, the Seven. Even as a young girl, she had heard of knights who slept with other knights, which had led to their ultimate demise. The thoughts had plagued her, that she had committed a sin, but in her favor, is love truly a sin? Or at least she believes it to be love. Therefore, she goes with the plan and decides to end any possible lovers going forth for the next part.

- She was happy to know anyone who tried to even come near you would suddenly fall. One day, while she braided your hair, you turned your head to look at her with your hair falling down your face. Your eyelashes fluttered under the sunlight of the glass window with intricate designs, "Did you know Jason Lannister died recently? People assume it was Rhaenyra's doing." You rested your arms on her lap, with the silk material touching them. You looked at her in her nightgown, with all of her hair undone. She stayed silent at the admission you made. The curls slightly bounced on your arms as she moved nervously under the hard stare you gave her. You grasped her hands with a knowing look. "I know."

- The breath had left her, and it was as though the thumping of her heart could be heard throughout the desolate room. She turned to you with wide eyes, and grasped your face with her soft hands, but you could feel the rough edges around her nails, the bites. "It isn't what you think." "I know." You mumbled quietly again, staring at her lips that seemed to invite you in. "He was bad like Rhaenyra, wasn't he?" It seems even though you were aware for a moment, you returned to the girl who was pampered by the former queen. She nodded quickly. "Don't lie to me though, house Lannister stands with Aegon. You did it for something else. Admit it." She recoiled, holding her hands at the sides of her waist. You whined slightly at the loss of her hands being held in yours. She was slightly shocked at your dominant behavior. You titled your head slightly at her, when she finally came up to a decision, she slowly brought her face closer to yours. "I hope I haven't read your messages wrong, Alicent." You breathed in her smell, as she came even closer to you. "No, you haven't, my love. He wanted something that was mine, he was destructive. Do you truly want someone like that lead one of our allies?" She finally brought your face to hers, with a tearing kiss. Tongues clashed against each other, as she explored your mouth hungrily. Even if this was such a sin, then she'd be a sinner like Rhaenyra as well.

- When her hand had stayed steadily on your arm the next day, none of the court said a word. Although Aemond looked at the sight questioningly, he seemed to ignore it because it was his mother. Aegon was bored out of his mind to care, and Helaena? Helaena smiled in joy at her mother, with a wink directed at you. Like mother, like daughter.

RHAENYRA :

- Rhaenyra had felt a flood of emotions and thoughts when she thought of Alicent, but one of the memories was you. She had remembered the childhood she cherished with the two of you, running throughout the hills. Between her and Alicent, you were the perfect balance of energy and uprightness. When Alicent had became bethrothed to Viserys, you had to choose.

- Rhaenyra had been possessive of you ever since you were little children, so especially to this matter, she wouldn't fail to make you choose her or Alicent. While walking down the hallways, she swiftly grabbed your arms, and forced you against the wall with a light thud. "How could you? Her? She stole my father away from me, and she didn't even tell me!" "You know it's not her fault!" You meekily said under the sight of Rhaenyra on top of you, with her hot breath hitting you. You felt like she was infiltrating your very being. "Oh, it's not her fault!" She said in a high pitched voice. "Do you know what the maids say about her? She seduced my father, wearing her own dead mother's dresses, nonetheless! Do you see her wearing red, no! She fucking wears the Hightower green!" She bellowed at you with a face of rage. "Stop being jealous, Rhaenyra." You stated coldly now. "It's not like you have anything to say, she told me about you and Daemon. You're the fucking liar here." You spat at her dress in anger. She stared at you in disbelief. Hers, something that was hers just turned her back on her. All because of Alicent. She took a final look at you, and grabbed her dress storming away.

- The next few weeks, the "Realm's Delight" had been called the "Realm's Horror" for her constant annoyance at anything that came her way. Even the sight of someone with the same hair as you made her start complaining and leave the room. You were completely informed of her outburts, being present to one of them. You had been joining the small council for a minute to inform your father who was on it, of news from your mother. As you tried to speak to your father, she dropped what she was holding, and the drink fell all over the floor. "Oh." That's all she said. She then proceeded to push your shoulder when she walked away to "get a new drink". From what you knew, she spent some of her time after that encounter screaming in her pillows.

- From there on, your relationship with Alicent proceeded to become something. One day, the two of you had fell upon a book, a certain book with decriptions of women. You had closed the book hurriedly, with blushes on both of your faces. Although, Alicent's eyes lingered on yours more. Whenever she went to get something next to you, her hands brushed against your stomach slightly. She started to bat her eyelashes at you more, you had truly been confused by her actions. Even when she was finally married to Viserys, she held your hands wherever you two went. But of course, that's what friends do, right? One day, she grasped your waist with tight hands around you. "Don't you wonder?" "Wonder for?" You nervously looked around the room, trying to look somewhere else. It was a provacative position, but you couldn't reject the Queen. "What it'd be like to be with a.." You stayed silent at what she was trying to say. She was internally fighting at what to say to you. "A woman." "No, I can't say I have." You were lying though, you have imagined it. With both, Alicent and Rhaenyra. "I can show you what it's like." She softly muttered. "I don't think I'd mind." You chuckled slightly.

- You weren't stupid though, you still checked up on Rhaenyra. Even payed the servants to ask the others for information on her, and when you found out, you were pissed. "Laena? As in Laena fucking Velaryon? She took her as a lover?" Most of that anger was from her not ever considering you like that (or that's what you believed). Rhaenyra had known how your mind worked though, when she caught the maid snooping, she asked for your reaction. When she was told of your furiosity, she grinned the whole day. She finally made you jealous.

- Then for years, you were the queen's paramour. Even you had been given a nickname by the maids, "The Hidden Lover". No one was aware of the relationship formed between you two except for the maids who were sworn to secrecy. At first, the relationship was blissful. The first year of love was great, the memories, the treats you had given each other. You had stood by her side for a long time, even when you had gotten a husband. No matter what, you two weren't broken apart. Except for appearances. It had gotten to you, the way she could act like a loving wife to Viserys so well. The ever pious wife infront of everyone. After two years of your relationship, there were talks of females with females in the Street of Silk. With Alicent's long prayers for every single thing she has ever encountered, it was surprising to others when she did not. When she prayed over the breakfast in the morning, the guest Jason Lannister had added to what she said, "And to the women in the Street of Silk." You knew she could've stayed silent and kept praying, but she nodded slowly. "Yes, and to them too." You gave her a shocked expression that you quickly hid.

- The moment you had retired to your chambers, she quickly followed. "I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that!" She tried to defend herself before you could even say anything, setting a done conversation before it even started. "No! You could've stayed silent, why didn't you?" You gave her a harsh glare. This led to multiple fights over the years, as you both grew weary of each other sometimes. You still held love for the other though.

- The next time you saw Rhaenyra was at Alicent's side, trying to stop yourself from looking at her. You weren't there for everything that happened with Aemond, but when you found out, you were there for the whole family. When you finally lifted your head to see her after all of those years, you weren't as shocked as you were. She grew up, she changed. She had children now, the same ages as your own. She was still known as the most beautiful women throughout the Seven Kingdoms though, and for that you cannot disagree. She was already looking at you though with a gaze you couldn't detect. Anger? Fondness? Regret? You had regretted your decision that day, you knew you'd cursed yourself for a long time for losing such a valuable friend. By her side stood Daemon, fucking Daemon. The man she had lied about to Alicent, in some way you felt offended as well.

- You were honestly bored the whole time, until Vaemond had called Rhaenyra a whore. Even with the depths of your misplaced hate for her, you knew what was right and wrong. You let out a shriek with Helaena when his head was cut off by Daemon. Alicent went to hold both of you, but when she did, Rhaenyra almost did too. When she tried to walk to you, she remembered what happened and stayed back. Daemon looked at her inquistively, and looked between you, Alicent, and Rhaenyra.

- When it was finally time for dinner, it had gone quite splendid. Whatever gossip Alicent had said about Rhaenyra was hidden now, under the guise of a hopeful companion. When Rhaenyra had made her speech about Alicent, she added on, "And to Y/N, even though our childhood friendship ended unfavourably," She looked harshly at you, "I hope we create new memories of something even far better than friendship." You raised your eyebrow at her questioningly. It seemed as though one moment she hated you, and she insinuated something else.

- After the fight between the boys, you retired to your chambers. Or atleast you tried to, until that familiar white hair showed up around the corner. You turned around, looking right at the heir of the Iron Throne smirking at you. "You're still her whore, aren't you?" She pushed you against the wall, recreating that moment from years ago again. "I know, she plays with you and leaves." Her hair fell against your shoulders, a slight shudder made you slightly shake under her arms. "I'm nobody's whore. How dare you!" You weakily defended yourself. "If anything, I'm not the one who mothered.." "Mothered what?" She grabbed your chin with her hand and made you look at her. "Bastards." You muttered. "I wish I was a man right now, we could make one." She grinned at you, especially with your reaction as you pushed her off you. When you tried to run away in the hallways, she yelled, "I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

- Those encounters started to happen somewhat, but you stayed steadily by Alicent's side. Rhaenyra's words started to seep in your brain though, unlike Rhaenyra who would've proudily shown you off, Alicent hid you. You couldn't blame her though, all you wanted was to be loved though. The kisses on the cheeks in secret, the embraces, you needed more. At some point, Rhaenyra's prescence had made you feel like you needed to confess the obstacles you faced with Alicent once Rhaenyra had made you confess you were Alicent's lover. Soon, the nights you had spent with Alicent turned to nights snuggled with Rhaenyra.

- So when you followed Alicent and saw Rhaenyra carressing Daemon's hand, you ran. How could you? You spent years loving Alicent, not her. Atleast Alicent didn't have a marriage where she loved the other, Rhaenyra did. It was always Daemon, even years ago. Your footsteps thudded across the floor. You didn't even look back at the other set of footsteps you heard, ones that you would not admit you could recognize by just hearing. "Y/N! Stop!" You kept on walking. "As your future queen, I command you!" You stopped, and refused to look at her. "What?" You bluntly asked. "I have a marriage I want." "I can tell." "Don't act like you aren't married as well, I believe you can join my life still though. Daemon is completely well aware of what's been happening." You turned your head faster then you thought possible. "You told Daemon?" You scoffed. "Yes, I did." Her eyes narrowed at you. "You Targaryens are too much to handle." Those were the last words you said to her when you walked away from her.

- The next time you were reminded of Rhaenyra was when you stood next to Alicent for Aegon's crowning, one you didn't agree with much but supported for the sake of your lover. When Rhaenys had came, she had forced you to be given to her or else, she would burn the whole place down. With tears falling down your face, you said your goodbyes to the Greens.

- When you arrived, Rhaenyra had coldly averted her gaze to you from Rhaenys after she heard you stood with Alicent to help Aegon's coronation. What had she expected though? Soon later that night, she confronted you. "Am I being kept as a prisoner?" "No, just to realize what side you should be on. Mine, you are mine." "Really? Then can I go back and see my husband?" She knew what you meant to say was Alicent, but what she had to say next made her hold what she had to say. "Oh, him? I'm afraid he's dead." You stayed silent in disbelief, of course you two had an understanding much like Laenor and Rhaenyra, but it was hard to understand. You two were actually friends. You clutched your stomach as you were about to fall, but Rhaenyra catched you. "No matter what, nobody is worthy of you as me. If anyone tries to take you, they will meet the end of Dark Sister." "Dark Sister..?" The realization hit you, if Daemon knew, he was willing to do anything to help Rhaenyra. You sobbed in pain, why would she take away one of the only people who cared for you? She grabbed you and put you in her arms. "It's okay, I'm here."

- For the next months, Rhaenyra spent time with you with Daemon as well, to show you, she wasn't afraid to show her love. She even kissed your cheek infront of her children. Jacaerys would try to look away when that happened. Rhaenyra had not failed to make you hear of what had happened because of those who stood with Aegon. You suddenly started to have a distrust for Alicent in your heart, you could see her as Rhaenyra did. She finally broke you. You were finally hers.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 9 months

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Anonymous: <p>hello, can you write something about reader being a die hard fan of joe burrow and making travis jealous </p>

You were running a few minutes late to meet Olivia and Joe at a local brunch spot in Kansas City. “Hi!” you ran up to Olivia, who stood up to envelop you in a hug. “I’m so glad you could make it!” Joe gave you a soft smile as he stood up to give you a side hug. You and Olivia had been best friend since middle school, but life had separated you the last couple of years. You had moved to Kansas City to work as a marketing specialist for the Chiefs and Olivia had moved to Cincinnati with Joe when he started playing for the Bengals after college. You had finally gotten a chance to meet up when they were in town.

“Where’s Travis?” Olivia asked casually as you waited for your meals to come out. “He had some other commitments.” You tried to keep his excuse simple, so Joe wasn’t suspicious. Joe wasn’t so easily fooled. “You don’t have to lie. I know he hates me.” You gave Joe a sympathetic smile, adjusting in your seat. “He doesn’t hate you. He doesn’t even really know you.” You took a sip from your water, the gulp hiding your discomfort. Travis did hate Joe, but not because of some petty football rivalry. He hated Joe because you used to date back during his early days at LSU. It was a short fling that only lasted a couple of months, and nothing ever came from it, but when Travis found out, he immediately saw red. It took a lot to make Travis jealous but knowing that one of his biggest opponents had kissed or even held hands with his girlfriend made him sick to his stomach.

“You guys are still coming to the event right?” you asked trying to change the subject. You were hosting a party to celebrate Travis’ Super Bowl win and hoped that everyone could put the past behind them to celebrate your boyfriend’s success. Olivia answered for the both of them. “Of course, we wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I don’t know why he even has to come. Won’t this be a reminder of the fact that he didn’t even make it far in the playoffs?” Travis asked arrogantly, smug that he had his second Super Bowl ring while Joe didn’t. You adjusted his tie too tight, so he choked a little. “Can you just behave? Joe is a class act, he can put pettiness aside. Can you say the same thing?” Travis shrugged on his jacket as he looked at himself in the mirror. You slipped on your heels, putting the final touches on your black-tie look. “What did you ever see in him in the first place?” You rolled your eyes, not wanting to get into it tonight. This topic had been the subject of many a fight between you and Travis in the past, and you just couldn’t see why he couldn’t let it go. “I don’t know,” you shrugged, “I was young and dumb, and he was in my econ class. There really wasn’t much too it.”

“Would you still be with him if you hadn’t left LSU?” Travis turned to look at you. “What? Of course not. I told you, we were not compatible.” Your boyfriend wasn’t convinced. “Why not?” You walked to your closet to grab your clutch, Travis following behind you. He had you cornered, and you were starting to get pissed off. “What do you mean?” you tried to push past him, but he stepped in front of you. “Why were you not compatible?” You sighed and rolled your shoulders back. “Because, he was kind of a shallow asshole, and I just wasn’t interested in being second to football.” Travis liked that response, grinning. “Can you let this go now?” you placed your hands on his chest, pulling him in for a kiss. “I guess.”

Travis had convinced himself that he had won, and he could let the whole Joe thing go, but as the night progressed, feelings of jealousy were starting to creep back in. The four of you were seated at the table, the dinner well under way and going well. Speeches from Jason and Travis’ fellow teammates had people in stitches, and people were starting to get rowdy, the open bar lowering many people’s inhibitions. You had been watching Travis all night. He wasn’t usually a drinker, but he had been throwing back multiple beers all night, and you could see him eyeing Joe across the table in a way you didn’t like. You placed a hand on his thigh and leaned into whisper in his ear. “Everything okay?” He nodded, keeping his eyes on Joe. It wasn’t long before he started trouble.

“So, Joe, Y/N told me that you and she used to date?” He raised an eyebrow, slurring his words slightly. Joe immediately blushed, dropping his eye contact with Travis. “Yeah, for like a hot second when I was a freshman. “Travis, please.” You begged him, but he was determined to knock the quarterback down a peg. “Well, why did you guys break up?” He looked around at the table, everyone visibly uncomfortable. “Uh,” Joe cleared his throat before continuing, “we uh just couldn’t make our schedules work. Y/N was very into her engineering studies, and I just wanted to focus on football.” Travis let out a curt laugh. “Really, because she told me that you were a dick bag to her.” You quickly turned your head to Travis, shocked that those words came out of his mouth. Joe shifted in his seat. “I promise you Joe, I didn’t say that.” Travis nodded his head slowly, the beers catching up with him. “You-You’re right. She said asshole. I just took some creative liberties.” Incredibly angry, you stood up and walked away from the table, hustling to the bathroom. “Baby, wait, where are you going?” Travis called after you, but there is no way he was going to be able to get up in his condition.

You tried to fix your makeup, your tears messing up the eye look you had spent hours working on ruined. Once you felt that you had recovered as much as you were going to you left the bathroom, immediately running into Joe. “You ok?” He could see that you had been crying. You let out a loud sigh. “Yeah, I’ll be fine. Is Travis okay?” Joe looked behind him at where Travis was sitting. “Yeah, he’ll be fine. It takes a lot of beer to get a guy his size that drunk”, Joe joked, trying to lighten the mood. “I’m so sorry about tonight, he’s not usually like this. There is just something about you that sets him off.” Joe laughed, sticking his hands in his pockets. “I don’t think it’s about me, I think it’s about you. I can’t say I wouldn’t act the same way if I found out Olivia had dated one of my opponents. Doesn’t matter who it is.” You looked at Travis who was out cold on the table. “We’re gonna go home. Thanks so much for coming.” You gave Joe a hug before you grabbed Travis and headed to the car.

Travis woke up the next morning with the biggest headache, his heartbeat loud in his ears. He shuffled downstairs to find you eating breakfast at the table. “Hey”, he grumbled out. You didn’t respond, still too angry to speak to him. He plopped down at the table with a bottle of Gatorade. You looked at him, taking in his pitiful face, looking like he was constantly on the verge of puking. You broke the silence first. “Do you remember anything about last night?” He avoided eye contact. “Yes, I’m so sorry baby. I never should have acted like that, especially at an event. I embarrassed myself and you, and I hope you can forgive me.” “You need to call Joe and apologize.” He nodded fervently. He would do anything to make it up to you, including calling the dick bag. “And you need to apologize to Olivia, because you embarrassed her too.” “I will, today.” You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest. “What happened?” You weren’t angry anymore, just sad that Travis felt this way in the first place. He was silent for a moment before answering. “I’m always afraid I’m one step away from losing you.” “What?” you asked, willing him to continue. “I don’t know. You’re so amazing, and you’ve lived such a great life. I just sometimes wonder if you could do better, and when I found out you used to date Joe, I just got so jealous. It was just another reminder that you have had other loves before me, and you could in the future as well.” You tilted your head at Travis, letting out a laugh. “Is me baring my soul out to you funny?”

“Who said I was ever in love with Joe? I meant what I said yesterday. We dated for all of a month, and he was a complete asshole to me the entire time. We never would have made it. And he’s perfect for Olivia, they love each other. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” You got up and sat on his lap, Travis resting his head on your chest. “Besides, I don’t like quarterbacks. I’m all about the receivers.” Travis chuckled.

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Percy Jackson except Jason and Thalia were the first children born after the Big 3 vow.

Long before the events of the story.

Thalia still ends up and tree, but no one really knew what happened to Jason.

Until Sea of Monsters where instead of Tantalus showing up, Jason does.

Because if there's one thing Zeus/Jupiter's gonna do, it's punish his sons.

And just... Imagine everyone expecting some grised old being who's committed the worse crimes on earth.

But it's a kid.

It's a kid a few years older them wearing a tattered purple top.

He'd look like any other camper but there's chains on his wrists and ankles that drag behind him.

Scars covering his body and a tattoo no ones able to fully see.

His eyes mirror the sky before them and hold so much sadness that a person could drown in them.

Chiron is suprised to see him, a mix of greif and relief in his eyes as he greets him.

"It's good to see you, child."

"And you too, sir."

"None of that now, you are among friends."

Jason visibly relaxes at that, his smile goes from polite and practiced to genuine.

"Right... It's good to see you, old man."

His humour is so dry that's it's hard to tell when he's joking or not. And yet he's gotten some laughs.

It feels like a reward in itself when someone makes him laugh. His whole face lights up and for a second the sadness in him fades.

Jason's less off a new camp director as he is a glorified babysitter. And yet he takes it all in stride.

He's not a pushover and steps in to mediate, but for the most part let's everyone carry on as they wish.

If he's not around, Jason can be found sitting by his sisters tree. He talks in a hushed whisper, catching her up.

If anyone notices him crying, no one says a word.

Jason proves himself as a formidable fighter, having stopped a camper struggling with a sword technique and demonstrating it to them patiently.

Clarisse immediately challenges Jason.

He's clearly holding back but Jason does give her a fair fight. His fighting style is a lot more polished.

And yet, there's something wild about it.

He does smile at one point, when Maimer strikes him.

"I'm afraid, that little trick won't work on me."

It was a short fight but the Ares cabin definitely gained some respect for him.

Clarisse asks why he didn't use the electricity against her, and he says he can't.

Shaking his chains like that explained everything.

It's easy to forget Jason's parentage. Especially after seeing him gush over architecture with Annabeth.

Hell all he needs is grey eyes and he'd fit right in to the Athena cabin.

And yet, at the same time there's no one else who fits as Jason's parent than Zeus (well Jupiter but they don't know that.)

Jason's a natural leader, he's a great diplomat and can defuse even the most chaotic situations.

There's power in his words, authority and yet he doesn't abuse it. There's a weight that's always on his shoulders.

He's a mystery.

He doesn't sleep in the Zeus Cabin, he has a blanket and curls up on the ground. Apparently he's used too it.

Tho there's been times he has been persuaded to sleep in the Hermes cabin, it's rare he accepts.

Not that he sleeps much. People have heard the screams from his nightmares.

More often than not Jason's awake, talking to the Naids and Nymphs as he patrols camp grounds late at night.

Surprisingly none try and attack him, in fact they all treat him with respect.

Grover says that Jason's blessed by the wild by an ancient being, not that he knows who.

Jason doesn't talk a lot about himself, he will talk at length about his sister though. And old friends with a sad smile.

The past is a hard subject for him, he says bits and pieces but not much.

The camps magical food doesn't work for him. Jason goes out of camp borders and goes hunting.

He eats alone, outside and Hestia makes a fire for him. He always sacrifices some food to her.

But also to Hera, which was surprising.

"But your a son of Zeus... Does she accept offerings from you?"

"I'd hope so, I am her champion."

It takes a while for anyone to realise but Jason's chains are heavy.

In fact there are days where Jason simply can't move. Because lugging them around tires him out.

And sometimes the camps borders simply don't let him leave.

On those days some campers have hunted for him.

Jason's always suprised and thankful. He'll share and tell them not to out themselves in danger for him.

But they do so anyway.

Camp Half blood decided a long while back Jason was one of them.

He's like everyone's stressed out, tired, nerdy older brother.

Jason has no knowledge of pop culture and apparently that's a crime.

But since no tech is allowed at camp, which means a lot of reinactments of memes

He's still confused but very entertained.

They've seen him fight monsters and it's so different to how he's fought in spars.

Jason fights to survive, he doesn't have a weapon other than his own chains.

He growls, he rips monsters apart with his bare hands and teeth.

Only stopping when they've all been defeated.

It was awesome.

Tho he did almost get hit by lighting from above and had to rush back into camp.

"Can I ask, what are you being punished for?"

"Let's just say, me and my dad had a disagreement."

Zeus: He's a monster, he's nothing but trouble and a mistake.

Camp Half blood: If monster, why friend shaped?

#long post #jason grace #heroes of olympus #percy jackon and the olympians

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Grabby Hands (fluff)

Requested?: No

words: 1194

One Shot: Damian gets overwhelmed at a gala and Jason is willing to save him.

overwhelmed!Damian Wayne & bigbrother!Jason Todd

I have no idea what i am compensating with this but enjoy (Im very nervous to post this but yolo (im dying inside))

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. Not for the same reason as Bruce though. Bruce hated the fakeness of these events. For Damian the lights were too bright, the people too many and too intense and every interaction too unpredictable.

His father made sure to introduce him to these kind of attention as early as possible. The excitement over Bruce Wayne's biological son was ginormous and Gotham was crazy to finally be introduced to the 10-year-old.

Damian hated the attention. The journalists. The flashing lights and the never ending paranoia that every false step would end up being abused on Twitter or in the next edition of the Gotham Times or Gotham Gazette. You never know.

Secretly, Damian looked up at Dick for his ability to easily handle these social events, as much as he hated them himself. It was like a skill. A skill that he couldn't seem to figure out. He always got stressed before the events which only increased over the course of the evening.

Most of the times, he managed to work through these events and then would hide in his room for three days until the noises were back to normal and he could talk to someone again without snapping at anyone or going non-verbal again.

Today's gala was different. Bad. Very bad to be exact. Damian had forgotten the reason for this event. It took place at Wayne Manor so Bruce must have had serious reasons to host it but Damians brain was empty tonight.

The suit was too itchy. Why do they make suits out of wrong material? The tie was too tight. Breathing, he needed oyxgen! Damian fumble around with his tie a little.

"Misses Davenport, this is my son Damian." Damians gaze shot up. Right in front off him stood an elder women with a babyblue and silver-sparkly dress. A silver tiara throned on her grey perm. She was far past her best ages. She smelled like old lady.

He couldn't remember who the women that his father just introduced him to was. Where did she come from? With who was she here? How was he supposed to talk to her?

Damian forced himself to smile at her. He had practiced this smile in front of the mirror a million times after his father told him to not look so grumpy when they were in public all the time.

"Oh, aren't you the sweetest." The women cooed, her voice was too high-pitched. She ruffled Damian's hair. He wanted to wince, his skin was sensitive, she needed to stop touching him!

Halfway through the gala, Damian wanted to scream and cry. The lights made his eyes burn and all these voices seemed to flood over him. After he had spent 15 minutes in the bathroom, he had followed Jason around for the last half an hour like a stray kitten to avoid getting caught up in a one-to-one conversation.

While Jason was caught up in a conversation with god knows who, Damian's gaze wandered off into the distance. The dark night was nice. He wanted to wander off into the dark and curl up somewhere nice and silent. Wander off to a quiet place where he could cuddle Titus and Alfred the Cat and just be. He wondered if someone would noticed if he would disappear from this event to spend some times with his pets. Maybe a short visit to Batcow was just what he needed...

"Hey Shorty. Sup?" Damian snapped out of the very comfortable train of thoughts about his pets. Jason was standing right in front of him and looking down at him.

Damian looked at him puzzled. After a few moments, he opened his mouth but his throat was shut tight. Luckily Jason just continued talking without waiting for his answer. "You've been rocking on your toes and staring off into the distance for the last 20 minutes. What's wrong with you?" Jason asked. Suddenly he squad down to Damian's height.

Damian tried to say something but the noises were back and the bright light was replacing the darkness he was craving. The words got stuck in his throat together with a desperate sob. At this point he was done. His brain was cooked, his skin was burning.

Withdrawal.

Damian extended his hands a little and made weak grabby hands towards Jason. Jason rolled his eyes but proceeded to pick Damian up. "Told B you couldn't take 'dis shit again." Damian heard Jason murmur while he hid his face into the older boys neck to block out the light.

Damian felt Jason walking, he was embarassed but at the same time he was finally out of responsibility and able to relax a little. He stiffened up a little as he heard a high pitched voice.

"Ohh, poor boy. What happened?" The women in the blue dress, Damian was able to recogize a light Gotham accent in her voice now. "Oh, it is already way past his bedtime. He is very tired." Jason chuckled, it was obviousy fake. Other than Damian, the elder woman didn't seem to recognize the fakeness because she dropped the conversation immediatly.

Damian felt Jason walking for a while before he headed up some stairs. The noises started to subside in the distance. Suddenly, the chilly temperature of the garden disappeared and it got significantly warmer. Jason had carried him into the manor and was now heading upstairs again, probably carrying Damian into his room.

"Im gonna kill you, Todd." Damian grumbled into Jasons neck while he fumbled with his tie to loosen it a little.

Jason chuckled, Damian could feel his chest vibrating against his smaller body. "Sure thing, babybird, kill me all you want. You were the one making grabby hands." Damian growled embarassed and buried his face deeper into Jason's shoulder.

Jason opened Damian's bedroom door with his elbow and pushed it open with his hip. He set the smaller boy down on the queen size bed and Damian curled up immediatly. It was dark, the only light came from the moon shining through the half-opened curtains. The event taking place in the garden was barely audible from here.

Damian immediatly wanted to doze off when something soft hit his face. He blinked drowsily, Jason had thrown his pyjamas in his face. "Change." He ordered while he was already heading back out to the door. "Need something else?" He asked while he turned around again.

Damian looked at his pyjamas for a few moments before he looked up. "Cat." He said finally. Jason gave him a smirk but nodded. "I'll go find your feline friend, you change." Before Damian could answer someting, Jason had closed the door.

The younger boy slowly started to open his tie and the buttons of his jacket. After what seemed like eternity, Damian had changed into his pyjamas and his gala clothes laid forgotton on the floor. His skin slowly stopped burning when it touched the cool sheets and when his head touched his pillow, he sighed deeply.

Damian Wayne hated his father's galas with a passion. But at least there were people to understand his grabby hands.

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Same thing on Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55397962

#batfam #my writing #jason todd #red hood #damian wayne #dc robin #batman #bruce wayne #wayne manor #overwhelmed #stressed #oneshot #send help #im nervous #grabby hands #cross posted on ao3

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while i eat up practically every valgrace fic i see, down bad jason grace for leo valdez is always one of my absolute favorites; so, here are 5 valgrace fics where jason is the pining one :)) (for the most part)

1. hopeless case by restinreeses

rating: teen and up

warnings: none

“Nico,” Jason wheezes as he slams the door to the Hades cabin open. “Nico, I think I’m in love with my best friend.”

“No, really?” Nico drawls, barely looking up from his book.

Or: in which nico is jason’s wingman this time around.

AHHHHH!!!!!! this is REALLY good; i love the characterization and the many implications of jason having helped nico get with will prior to the events of the fic. also, platonic jasico will ALWAYS get me.

2. EP: things leo does; by jason grace by jacksonpercy (robertmontauk)

rating: not rated

warnings: none

God, he loves Leo’s laugh. It’s more like a giggle than anything - all high-pitched and bubbly; his mouth stretches into the widest smile Jason’s ever seen, and his tongue sticks out of his tongue just a little bit, and holy fuck Jason’s in love with Leo.

Shit.

[leo does things sometimes, and jason notices.]

i was very much obsessed with this fic at some point (still kind of am, actually). it’s basically a 5 + 1 of jason just pining for leo and i LOVE it. small warning though, there is a mention of kinks in the second chapter, if that’s weird for you. it’s really just an offhand comment and doesn’t get brought up again, so do with that what you will. they are teenagers after all, and as a teenager myself, i can confirm i’ve thought of similar stuff several times! but, anyway, this fic is really good.

3. staring at me (with your lips and tongue) by ethannku

rating: teen and up

warnings: none

“You really believe all that?” Leo asks, and if Jason were more aware of the world, he might’ve registered the hopeful breathiness in his voice. But as it is, he’s far too focused on the hand on his chest. He nods anyway, once he realizes Leo’s asked him a question.

Leo huffs and leans closer while simultaneously pulling Jason closer.

For a moment, they just look at each other, their noses inches apart. Leo’s breath comes in soft puffs on his face. There’s a hint of a smile on Leo’s face, but the corners waver as if he’s having second thoughts. Jason registers Leo’s eyelashes flickering, and his blood sings when he realizes he’s looking at Jason’s mouth.

Or; Jason is down bad, and Leo might be too.

this one’s really good, too. lot of kissing. a few suggestive references/jokes but no suggestive actions, just kissing. also has many piper moments mixed in :)

4. Crooked Glasses by thebigqueer

rating: teen and up

warnings: graphic depictions of violence

leo & jason confess their feelings for each other in an arcane-themed alternate universe.

Leo has always been flirty. When he casually smirks at Jason and tells him how handsome he looks; when he bites his lip suggestively and tells Jason that no, he doesn’t mind if he changes his shirt in front of him; when Jason asks what’s for dinner and Leo responds, “Not sure, but I know you’re the desert,” Jason doesn’t make much of it. Sure, an occasional blush and an attempt at jokingly flirting back, but Jason knows he doesn’t mean it. Besides, he isn’t special. If Jason had to count the amount of people Leo had made out with just in the past year, it might take both his hands.

But lately it’s been different. There’s a softness in Leo’s eyes when he catches sight of Jason, a more soulful smirk when he offers that they sleep in the same bed, a hopefulness when he asks Jason if he wants to come with him on his next haul.

i’m gonna be honest: although i plan to someday, i’ve never seen arcane. and this is an arcane au. however, even though i know absolutely nothing about arcane, i did understand this, i think. i’m putting it here because a) it’s well written, b) it does in fact feature pining jason grace, and c) i have very limited options when it comes to valgrace fics anyway, so i don’t have much of a choice. yes, there is action and a mild fight with sherman yang and connor stoll, but it’s not that graphic in my opinion, but that’s just me; what’s more graphic is actually the gratuitous descriptions of leo’s gorgeousness from jason’s pov (understandably so). anyway, this is a good fic; if you’re not familiar with arcane, you can probably still read it, because i enjoyed it quite a lot!

5. hold me, thrill me, kiss me by restinreeses

rating: teen and up

warnings: none

“You love me,” Leo declares, his smirk widening with every passing second. “You, the great Jason Grace, love me.”

He fumbles for his words, but they melt in his mouth as Leo's hands snaked up the small of his back – those delicate fingers tracing patterns into his skin that burnt worse than his SPQR tattoo.

“I wouldn’t call myself great,” he mutters at last. Leo leans in, raising one thick eyebrow.

“I dunno,” he says, “I’d say you’re pretty great.” His lips brush over Jason's, once, twice. “You know. For loving me.”

...

In which Jason falls and Leo catches him.

okay, so i was debating whether or not to put this one because jason is still dating piper during this fic. she doesn’t make an appearance, she’s only mentioned, but jason and leo kissing is referred to by the both of them as an affair, which might make some uncomfortable. however, this has absolutely gorgeous writing. is jason still in love with piper during this fic, though? no. a bit complicated. however, it is, once again, pining jason as promised. they kiss a lot in this one, too.

enjoy!

— piper <33

#valgrace #valgrace fic recs #fic recs #valgrace fics #jason grace #leo valdez #piper mclean #nico di angelo #the lost trio #heroes of olympus #heroes of olympus fanfiction

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◜𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐖𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐭 ◞

┊ ᝰ﹕Characters : Dad! Jason Todd x Vigilant! Reader

┊ ᝰ﹕Summary : My first Todd FamilyVerse post and I'm really excited about it, the following posts will follow the results of the poll previously posted here on my profile. I'm going to consider this a chapter so it will tell about how Y/N and Jason met and it will be divided into two parts, this is the first of them, I hope you like it <3

┊ ᝰ﹕Word Count : 527

┊ ᝰ﹕Theme : a little angst, difficult childhood and "mention" of death

During her 12 long years of life, Y/N knew only one reality: that of an assassin, molded into this destiny since the age of 12 when she became a hired killer and a small pet for the black mask, living on the crime alley streets, surviving on stolen wallets and leftover food. Then, they appeared, her mothers, the most functional dysfunctional family Y/N had ever known, the only family she had. Despite being crazy, thieves, and ecoterrorists, they cared for her as a daughter, despite the circumstances. Being raised by the sirens of Gotham had its advantages.

Some children, greatly admiring their parents, dream of following in their footsteps, and with Y/N, there was no difference, except that her steps would lead to becoming an internationally wanted thief at the age of seventeen. Well, let's say Batman didn't approve of the paths her life was taking and always kept a watchful eye on her actions. Despite this, things were going well until she met him.

He was 5'5, with the bluest eyes she had ever seen and an impulsive and cheeky personality. They hated each other, not because they were enemies, but because they were so alike. It all started with a confrontation while Catwoman was once again robbing Gotham's museum. Y/N, better known as Copycat, was the great distraction. Batman knew Selina's moves well enough to let Robin go in his place, and then they met and fought. It would be an understatement to say that Robin took only a small beating. Since then, they hated each other for every minute after that, but despite denying it to death, they enjoyed it, the hatred, the fights, and the provocations. They counted the minutes to meet again, always claiming that the reason was revenge.

By some twist of fate or just his irony, Y/N was there, sitting on the edge of some Gotham gargoyle. It wasn't a good day; in fact, it was the complete opposite. And then, suddenly, he's there behind her, the green and red uniform a bit stained, and a paper bag in his hands. She knew he was there, but she didn't even have the energy to start a fight or provoke. Somehow, he knew that. So, he just sat there in silence, opening the bag and taking something out, surprising Y/N with a sandwich. She initially refused, but he just ignored it and left the sandwich in her hands until she gave up and just surrendered, taking a few bites. They remained seated in silence with the sounds of Gotham's night in the background. What was supposed to be a rare event began to happen frequently until one day, silence was replaced by single words, and then sentences, and finally, deep conversations where they lost themselves in time.

They were alike, children with difficult and traumatic pasts adopted by people of questionable psychological character. They both knew what it was like to fight for survival and the difficulties they had faced. Thus, they went from enemies to friends and then to something more. They knew and trusted each other despite the masks and codenames.

But things wouldn't be good forever. On that night, he didn't show up, so Y/N decided to look for him. He was on top of Wayne Enterprises, but that wasn't the same Robin she knew. He was different, agitated, and anxious. He told her about his fight with Batman and his plan to go after the Joker. She tried to stop him, but it was too late; he was determined. She tried to convince him, but the voices got louder and more disturbed. Tears flowed down her domino mask as she turned her back on him and walked away. The next day, she wanted to resolve things and apologize. She went to the gargoyle, their place, and sat there, waiting. But hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years, but he never came back.

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#imagine #headcanons #fanfic #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd smut #jason todd #red hood x you #red hood x reader #red hood #the outlaws #batfam #dc titans #dcu #dc comics #dc universe #dceu #Spotify

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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨

↢ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

This series will be updated every few days. If you’d like to be added to my Eddie taglist, let me know. I hope you enjoy it! - Love, Kiki ♡

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Eddie Munson x female reader

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | THEN. You’re the only survivor among the Mind Flayer’s victims, thanks to your friends - but after the Battle of Starcourt, you find yourself adrift in a sea of nightmares. Until an encounter in the woods with Eddie The Freak Munson offers an unexpected life line and turns your world upside down. NOW. Four months have passed since the winter night you walked out of Eddie’s trailer and his life for good. But when the mysterious headaches and nightmares return full-force and something wicked stirs in sleepy Hawkins, starting a witch hunt against Eddie, you realize that there are two things in this world that might be more persistent than you’d thought: Evil…and love. The story will be told in two timelines: the past (after the Battle of Starcourt) and the present (during the events of season 4).

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 | angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | SMUT (in the later chapters, so you need to be 18+ to read this story!), angst with a happy ending, canon-typical violence

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 5.5 k

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | mentions of attempted assault, Jason Carver, canon-typical violence

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! ♡

↢ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[Monday, September 9th, 1985. THEN.]

“You look like shit,” Max stated as she climbed into the backseat of your car Monday morning, having already waited at the side of the road that led to the Forest Hills trailer park the Mayfields had moved to a month ago after Neil Hargrove had left in the wake of his son’s death.

“Why, good morning to you, too,” you quipped as you started the engine to get back on the road as Robin chimed up from the passenger seat, “That’s what I said, as well. How much sleep did you get?”

“Five hours,” you replied.

“That’s not bad.”

“Over the whole weekend,” you added. A glimpse at Max through the rear-view mirror told you the redhead probably hadn’t slept at all. The skin around her eyes was pale enough to see the blue pattern of veins underneath.

No matter how bad you’d been faring since Starcourt, since your friends had managed to burn the Mind Flayer out of your brains, Max had it worse. Your heart went out to her as she adjusted the headphones over her ears to drown out whatever thoughts and memories would haunt her as soon as she was alone with her mind.

It had been two months since Starcourt, and one month since the start of this odd carpool with talkative Robin and the new gloomy, silent version of Max. On the first day of the new school year, Robin and you had decided to pick the redhead up to spare her the bus ride and the additional moments of scrutiny and whispers that inadvertently followed her, now that she was the girl with the brother who’d died in the “mall fire”. Picking her up in the mornings had become an unspoken agreement, just as it had become with Robin.

It was weird how it had taken possession on your side and a fight against a monster made of molten people to befriend Robin Buckley, the girl who’d lived in the same street as you ever since you could remember. She was growing on you. And she was growing on Nancy, as well. Shared trauma, as it turned out, didn’t just make a great foundation for relationships, but friendships as well.

As you barrelled down the street with a roar of the old car’s engine, your gaze briefly flitted towards the trailer opposite the Mayfield’s, and your thoughts returned to the encounter in the woods Friday night.

To Eddie Munson, who wasn’t callous or scary or threatening at all, but…kind.

As if on cue, Robin turned to you and asked, “By the way – where were you at the celebration after the game Friday night? Steve and I were looking for you but you were just gone.”

If you told Robin about what Jason had tried to do, she’d be worried. She’d talk you into telling the police. And you really didn’t want to answer any more questions.

The days and days of being cooped up in that stuffy police office that smelled of cheap coffee and stale sweat while Dr. Owens and his men had poked and prodded you with syringes and questions about these thirty hours with the Mind Flayer in your head while all you’d wanted to do was go home and cry...you couldn’t do any more of this.

Despite, what would the cops do about Jason? Arrest him? Hopper would have been on your side. He would have found a way to make Jason face consequences. But Hopper was gone. And there never were consequences for guys like Jason Carver. You were simply glad Eddie that had intervened. Saved you, as cheesy as it sounded.

“I was tired, so I went home,” you said. It wasn’t exactly a lie. Just a little omission of the whole truth. “Wait – Steve was actually there? I thought he was joking when he said he’d come.”

“He even brought a date,” Robin replied, drawing out the word date with a roll of her eyes.

“Heidi or Lisa?”

“Does it matter?”, Robin chuckled. “I lost track weeks ago.”

“I bet so did Steve.”

Robin laughed, before she said, “You should start working at the video store as well. Simply to witness Steve’s hunt for a girlfriend.” It was weird how, two years ago, you’d hated Steve Harrington with a passion for the simple fact that you’d thought he was taking Nancy away from you. And now, he was one of your dearest friends. To be fair, he had been a douche in the beginning.

“The Arcade is looking for new employees,” Robin said.

“I feel like a need a bit more time before applying for another job, after –“ You cut yourself off with a glance in the rear-view mirror, at Max, but the redhead had already zoned out, staring out the window at the blur of houses passing by and headphones in place with the music cranked up to the point where you could hear the soft voice of Kate Bush float through the car.

“- after being kidnapped and turned into the barbie doll of a shadow monster,” Robin finished. “To your credit, though, the red lifeguard-bathing suit looked rad.”

“You know, I’m glad Steve adopted you,” you snickered. And you meant it.

When you’d parked the car and parted ways with Robin and Max, there was this strange, tense feeling in your chest as you made your way through the hallways, like the air right before a thunderstorm.

You waited for something to happen, praying to avoid bumping into Jason in the hallway while you scanned the crowd for a flash of dark curls and darker eyes in a weird hope to catch a glance at Eddie Munson, but neither happened.

By the end of the second period, you had the weird feeling that people were…staring at you.

And by the time the bell rang and you made your way to the cafeteria to meet Robin and Nancy for lunch break, the number of glances following your every step refuted any hopes that it was just the good old monster-hunting paranoia making you see things.

Something was going on. And the dark feeling rising in your chest told you it had something to do with Jason Carver and what had happened in the woods on Friday night.

When you entered the already crowded cafeteria, your gaze was pulled to the table at the back by the windows, the one usually occupied by the Hellfire Club with Eddie lounging at the table’s head like King Arthur holding court over his Round Table, but a hand wrapped around your wrist to pull you to the side before you could see if the Hellfire Club had already assembled.

“Nance? What –“

“I’ve been looking for you.” Nancy’s hazel eyes were filled with alarm. You didn’t have time to inquire why your friend seemed so on edge before a second voice chimed up from behind you, “Oh, thank God, there you are. Holy shit,” and Robin elbowed her way towards the spot where you and Nancy were standing in the corner beside the cafeteria’s entrance.

Your eyes left Nancy’s worried face to take in the tension in Robin’s stance as she blurted, “Okay, I was terrified. I’m – look, I’m not saying this is cool and everything’s fine because clearly it isn’t but people are…people are like sheep. They’ll move on to the next bit of gossip as soon as they’re bored of –“

“What the Hell are you talking about?”, you interrupted, your gaze flitting between Nancy’s wide eyes and Robin, who’d started biting her lips and picking at the fraying edges of her black nail polish while she tried to catch her breath as if she’d run all the way here. “You…haven’t heard yet?”

“Haven’t heard what?” A numbing feeling of dread spread through your limbs as you met Robin’s alarmed gaze.

Oh god. No. Please, no –

“What happened Friday after the game?”, Nancy pressed when a group of sophomores were passing the three of you, their grins leering as they openly stared at you, and you slowly turned around to the already crowded space of the cafeteria.

Voice hollow, you asked, “Why – why are people staring at us?”

The brief, meaningful glance between Nancy and Robin, who’d started fiddling with the sleeve of her shirt again, didn’t escape your notice, and the panic spread throughout your chest as Nancy said, “Jason Carver has a black eye. And he’s telling people that Eddie Munson gave it to him.”

“Wait – what?!”

“He says that Friday, after the game...”

“He caught you with Eddie The Freak. In the woods,” Robin finished the sentence, visibly distressed to be the bearer of the news. “Um. Screwing.” She winced at the word.

There was a beat of crestfallen silence, before she added, “And that Eddie got aggressive and punched him when he saw Jason. Which neither of us believes, by the way. Jason is a prick. But something did happen, apparently, so…”

You were too shell-shocked to speak, to break the silence as Robin and Nancy waited for you to reply, to explain what had actually happened – but the headache, which had been buzzing behind your temples like a hive of angry wasps the whole morning, was flaring as your stomach seemed to plummet to the ground.

Slowly, you let your gaze wander over the crowded cafeteria.

Snippets of conversations rose in the air like paper planes.

“…seems like she’s not so sweet and innocent anymore. Did you hear what Jason said she let that freak do?”

“Gross.”

“Such a slut, oh my god.”

“Maybe the freak’s got some hidden talents underneath these ugly clothes.”

It seemed the rumor Jason had started was spreading like a Californian wildfire already, the school’s hunger for gossip like dried grass ready to feed the flames – and burn Eddie Munson and you to cinders in the process.

You suddenly felt sick.

It wasn’t just the lie about you hooking up with Eddie Munson – it was the fact how effortlessly Jason had unraveled the truth to spin it into a story fitting his own narrative, covering up the fact what he’d tried to do, and stealing control from you once again. And the way how people were talking about Eddie, who’d shown you nothing but kindness when he could have easily looked away.

Over the noise and the laughter, the glances that stuck to you like mud, your eyes locked on Jason Carver, who was sitting with his basketball squad, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened, as if he didn’t exactly know why there was a fresh black bruise ringing his eye.

As if he’d felt your stare, he turned to face you – and for the briefest of moments, you saw the malice in his icy blue eyes as he kept laughing, like a monster’s scaled back flashing beneath the surface of a calm lake – before he turned his back on you again. A quiet dismissal.

A reminder of how powerless you were against him.

You’d known that someone as entitled as Jason, someone who was used to getting whatever he wanted whenever he wanted it, wouldn’t just back down. That the humiliation of being punched by a girl and threatened by a freak like Eddie, would sting like a thorn in the paw of an angry beast.

But over the weekend, you’d clung to the hope that Jason had actually backed down for once. That the chance of the truth coming to light would be enough to shut him up. You’d obviously underestimated his creativity.

Nancy’s hand tentatively settled on your shoulder as she murmured your name. “Are you okay?”

“What kind of question is that?”, Robin muttered at Nancy, “Of course she’s not. She’s getting embroiled in a sex scandal as we speak without even having had sex. Wait –“ Robin turned to you, “You didn’t hook up with Eddie Munson, did you?”

“Robin!”, Nancy hissed, and Robin raised her hands in defeat. “I’m just saying. I’m not judging. If it weren’t for Eddie Munson, I’d probably be the school weirdo. Thanks to him, at least I’m just a weirdo, not the weirdo.”

You watched a group of sophomores pass by.

“He said the freak threatened to sacrifice Jason to Satan. He only wanted to be sure she was okay and gets beaten up by that creep”, one of them gasped, and her friend threw a dirty look in your direction as she said, “Well, poor Jason. He’ll have to scrub his eyes out with bleach.”

“Jason is lying,” you breathed. Your voice sounded tiny and far away, even in your own ears as you turned to scan the crowd, once more searching for a flash of dark curls, the familiar sight of ripped denim and black leather at the back of the room.

“Yeah,” Robin deadpanned, “We guessed that, we’re not dumb.”

Your heart skipped a panicked beat as your eyes finally found Eddie, who was already occupying his usual place at the head of the Hellfire Club’s table, fidgeting with the rings on his hands while he kept talking to one of his friends, his expression stern. And with the way Dustin and Mike were staring back at you, there was no way Eddie hadn’t heard the gossip by now, the vile things people were saying about him. About both of you.

As Eddie lifted his gaze and your eyes met across the room, heat rose to your cheeks.

If for the lies Jason was spreading about you and Eddie, dragging him into this whole mess with you, or the thought of actually doing these things with him, you couldn’t tell.

There was no wide smile on Eddie’s lips as he held your gaze now. Only a strange cautiousness, as if he were afraid people could notice the quick exchange of looks. Or probably he thought you were afraid they could notice that you’d actually talked to the freak you’d allegedly been screwing around with, lending new weight to Jason’s lies.

With a wave of shame barreling through you, you quickly averted your gaze.

You wanted to get out of here. Out of the sticky air that smelled of stale pizza cheese and canned vegetables, away from the vile glances and the even viler words thrown your way with the clear intention for you to pick up on them simply because gossip was all the more enjoyable if it was aimed at a cheerleader. It didn’t matter that you’d never really engaged with the popular crowd, that you’d stayed beneath the radar all this time. The pompoms made you one of them.

And if you fled the cafeteria now, you’d only paint an even bigger bull’s eye on your back by showing that the gossip actually affected you.

“Everyone else seems to believe Jason,” Nancy said. “Tell us what happened. Please.”

“I wasn’t feeling well, after the game,” you said quietly, having trouble to keep your breathing in check. “I wanted to catch some fresh air. That’s why I went to the woods alone. I didn’t want to make a great deal of it.”

The glance Nancy and Robin swapped didn’t escape your notice. They knew about your panic attacks; about the nosebleeds and headaches and nightmares the Mind Flayer had left behind when it had been forced out of your mind by the two girls currently watching you with concern written all over their faces.

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, to ignore the snippets of gossip floating all around you like the spores in the Upside Down as you instead tried to focus on Nancy’s hazel eyes and the worry within, on the freckles splattered across Robin’s nose and the silent rage at Jason flashing in her eyes. “Jason followed me. I told him to stay away, and I punched him, but…if Eddie Munson hadn’t shown up, I don’t know what Jason would have done.”

There was no need to tell them about the way Jason had forced you to kiss him, the stale taste of beer on his breath and the sickening tang of his blood on your tongue when you’d bitten him.

“Eddie told him to stay away. And then he walked me back to the parking lot. That’s what happened.” And I puked over his shoes, you mentally added. And I liked talking to him. I liked it very much.

While at this point, Robin looked like she was ready to engage in a fist fight with Jason herself, Nancy’s eyes screamed murder as her gaze travelled over your shoulder to glare at him.

“I’m an editor of the school paper,” she began, “If I talk to Fred, we could write something to, I don’t know –“

“Divert the gossip?”, you huffed. “There’s nothing we can do, Nance, and you know it. I’m a slut now.”

“We could run him over,” Robin noted darkly. You could tell it was only half a joke. It was endearing to see how she was trying to cheer you up.

“You don’t have a license.”

“I don’t need a license to run someone over. That’s, like, the best excuse I could have. Or we could send Steve to beat him up, just a little bit.”

“Steve never won a fight,” you noted, before adding darkly, “Despite, I punched Jason already, and see what good it did. God, I think I’m going to throw up.” You pressed a hand in front of your mouth.

Nancy said softly, “Remember when Steve and I broke up and I got together with Jonathan?”

“The whole school remembers,” Robin quipped. “It was King Steve and Princess Nancy. It wasn’t exactly a topic one could avoid.”

“My point is,” Nancy went on, ignoring Robin’s little interjection, who’d started to go into full panic mode at this point, “People were saying all kinds of horrible things. About Jonathan, about me, even about Steve –“

“His reputation never fully recovered,” Robin added helpfully. You groaned.

“And yet,” Nancy threw Robin a murderous sideways glance, “They all got bored eventually.”

“See!,” Robin exclaimed, her hands settling on your shoulders as she leaned closer, “Things will look totally different in a few days. Give it a little time. Nancy’s right, people will move on and there are only six months left until graduation, anyways. So, only six months to go. Oh! And you’ve already hit rock bottom! Which means it definitely can’t get worse! I mean, you don’t have anything to do with Eddie The Freak so people will get bored when they never see you together and just…move on to the next scandal.”

“Don’t call him that, Robin,” you said softly, and were met with a confused frown. “Freak, I mean. Don’t call him freak.” You were aware how hypocritical it sounded, considering the fact that until Friday, you’d always thought of him as Eddie The Freak as well. Robin, thankfully, refrained from pointing that out.

You glanced over your shoulder, back in the direction of the Hellfire Club’s table to meet Eddie’s gaze once again.

You wanted to tell him that you were sorry about the horrible things people were saying about him. That you didn’t think of him as a freak anymore. That a part of you had replayed that moment in the woods over and over in your mind over the weekend – not the part with Jason, but everything afterwards. How Eddie had calmed you without you even realizing it. How he’d made you smile and set you at ease and made you feel…safe.

The lump in your throat grew as Eddie’s eyes rested on yours for a heartbeat – before, with a swift motion that startled Dustin in the seat beside him to nearly spill his soda, Eddie shot up from his chair and climbed the table.

It wasn’t exactly new. Eddie Munson had made quite a habit of climbing onto tables time and again during lunchbreak, but nevertheless, it drew people’s gazes away from you and onto him as he straightened himself and took a step forward while Dustin’s hand shot out to pull his lunch tray out of Eddie’s path just in time, the reflex fast enough to make you wonder how many times, exactly, the boy had already failed to save his lunch from Eddie’s theatrics. Under different circumstances, the whole scene would’ve been hilarious.

“What is he doing?!”, Nancy whispered.

“I’d like to reiterate,” Robin muttered, “It can get worse. You might need to move states.”

Your eyes met Eddie’s in silent dread before you caught sight of Mike, who was sitting frozen beside Dustin, watching the Hellfire Club’s leader with a mix of awe and that Wheeler-typical shit’s-about-to-get-real gape currently written all over Nancy’s own face.

And judging by the fire in Eddie’s gaze as it came to rest on Jason, who was still lounging on his own table with his friends surrounding him like a Mafia boss’ henchmen…shit was indeed about to get real.

“Hey, Jason,” Eddie called out, a dangerous edge in his voice as it rose over the noise in the cafeteria that ebbed as all eyes locked on Eddie and Jason. “Why don’t you tell people the truth about how you got that black eye? Scared it’ll make you look even more stupid?”

“What do you want, freak?”, Jason spat while rising from his seat, hands curled into fists at his sides as if he was ready to strike – but beyond the aloof façade of disdain as he glowered at Eddie, you could see him falter. Growing…nervous.

You couldn’t tell if it was the prospect of Eddie actually spilling the truth of what had happened – but you doubted that. Jason knew as well as you did that nobody would believe Eddie if it were his word against Jason’s. No, it dawned on you – Jason was…not scared of Eddie, but definitely unsettled, in the way people felt unsettled whenever something didn’t quite fit into one of the neat little boxes they tried to sort the world into.

And Eddie seemed to be well aware of this fact.

He let his gaze roam over the assembled crowd in the cafeteria, before he drawled, “Do none of you wonder why Jason Carver, our golden boy,” – he spoke the words in a mocking sing-song voice as he nodded towards Jason – “Left his own victory celebration to follow a girl out into the woods alone? If you were so worried about her well-being – why not just tell one of the school paramedics, Jason? Since, you know. They’re present at every game. And prepared for medical emergencies. But,” Eddie crossed his arms in front of his chest with an exaggerated sway to the side, “You obviously didn’t. Why?”

“Well, she was obviously busy with you,” Jason spat, earning a few howls of raucous laughter from his basketball teammates. With a sliver of relief, you noticed that Lucas wasn’t among them.

You waited for Eddie to spill what had actually happened, but…it would only make things worse, you realized.

People like Jason were free to twist the truth as they saw fit. And nobody would believe Eddie or you even if you told them how Jason had harassed you, no matter if you were a cheerleader. People saw what they wanted to see. And accusing Jason, Hawkins’ basketball star, of any ill intent would make things worse for both Eddie and you, because it wouldn’t just be gossip anymore. It would be a challenge.

There was only one way for Eddie Munson to save face, you realized. All he had to do was play along with Jason’s lie, boast a little about banging a cheerleader, add a few made-up details for good measure, and all the derision and scorn would be diverted solely towards you.

Because in the end, Eddie Munson might be the freak – but he was still the guy. No matter how much he obviously hated Eddie, Jason’s anger wasn’t directed at Eddie for interrupting – it was directed at you for saying no and punching him. To harm you, Jason had even accepted the risk of Eddie The Freak gaining some fame of his own. And that was exactly what Jason was anticipating right now.

Eddie let out a little chuckle. “Liars burn in Hell, Jason, didn’t your mummy tell you that?”, he teased with a sardonic little grimace, before stretching his arms and adding with a laugh, “Do you all really believe a freak stood any chance with a cheerleader? Yeah. Me neither.” With his hands placed over his heart and eyes on Jason, Eddie drawled sweetly, “Though I can’t help but feel flattered that King Jason Carver thinks I’m pretty enough to impress a cheerleader.”

And with a wide, devilish grin, Eddie blew Jason a kiss.

“Okay, I’m gay as Hell but I’m that close to throwing my panties like some chick at a concert just for good measure,” Robin whispered, hands pressed in front of her mouth an attempt to stifle the laugh which threatened to spill from her.

Hesitant laughter was rising from some of the onlookers as Eddie walked across the tabletop and back to his seat. Laughter about Jason, you realized.

“Show’s over, by the way,” Eddie called out with a smirk, sinking into a little bow that would have caused second-hand embarrassment had it been anybody else, but somehow made Eddie Munson look like an aloof rock star with his metal looks and wild hair, “In case dear Jason isn’t invested enough to start a talk show about my sex life, you can all go back to your own boring lives now.” It didn’t even sound rude, the way he delivered the words.

More laughter rang through the air, and you watched in utter fascination how, with all the calmness in the world and as if he hadn’t just delivered the burn of the century, Eddie plopped back into his chair, stealing a fry from the lunch tray Dustin had saved.

The look on Jason’s face as he sunk back into his chair, hands curled so tightly into fists that even from the distance you could see his knuckles turning white, could have frozen over Hell.

But if he did anything now, he’d be the one to look stupid.

Yes, someone like Eddie couldn’t do much about a guy like Jason spreading lies, because nobody ever believed the freak. The outcast. The weirdo.

But Eddie Munson had wielded the fact that he was a freak like a sword and single-handedly turned Jason’s gossip into a joke that took the edge off the rumor’s vileness and, at least for now, put you out of the line of fire when he could have simply gone along with Jason’s lies for his own benefit.

[Friday, March 22nd, 1986. NOW.]

It felt surreal. Like a dream. A nightmare.

Turning to Max, who looked like she’d just fallen out of bed in her oversized pyjamas and the mess of red hair she’d tied into a quick ponytail, her expression dark as she watched the carrier with the body bag, with Chrissy, being rolled down the gravel path towards the waiting ambulance, as if an ambulance would be of any help, you repeated, a bit more vehemently, “Where’s Eddie?”

“Wait,”, Robin gasped, “Do you think that’s Eddie Munson in that body bag? Holy shit.”

“No, it’s not Eddie,” Max said, just as you whispered, “It’s Chrissy Cunningham.”

“What?!”

“I caught a glimpse of her,” you breathed, massaging your temples where a new headache was already pounding against your skull, “Her scrunchie. It’s Chrissy.”

“I saw them, yesterday. Some time around seven, eight pm,” Max said. “She went into the trailer with him, and moments later, he was darting out of that door as if a whole horde of monsters were chasing him. Alone.”

“Do you think he killed her?”, Robin gaped, turning to you. “I mean, I’m aware he’s Eddie The Freak and people are, like, super wary of him. But remember that day Jason was telling lies about you and Eddie called him out for his bullshit? And Henderson worships the ground he’s walking on, to the point where Steve is getting actually jealous, which I find absolutely hilarious to be honest –“

“He didn’t kill Chrissy.”

“Well, then who did?”, Max challenged. “He was the last one who saw her alive.”

“Maybe they just…you know,” Robin said, biting her lip with a glance at the cops milling about the Munson’s trailer, “Maybe they just hooked up.”

The thought of Eddie and Chrissy together made your insides twist, a sudden burst of pain as if someone had pierced a rusty blade right through your belly. You had no right be jealous, after everything that had happened back in November. “They didn’t,” you stated, with more vehemence than you felt, “I know Chrissy. She would never cheat on Jason. And Eddie didn’t kill her.”

Maybe Chrissy only wanted to buy drugs.

Max raised her eyebrows. “He was the last one to see her alive. She went inside with him, and he ran out alone. I mean, it could have been an accident and he got scared.”

The image of that green scrunchie, the pale hand reaching awkwardly in the air with all five fingers snapped like twigs until they stood at the oddest angles…it would haunt you for the rest of your days. You were glad the shadow of the doorway hadn’t revealed more of poor Chrissy’s mutilated body.

“Whatever happened to her was no accident,” you replied hollowly.

“Then what makes you so sure then that Eddie didn’t kill her? It’s damn sketchy –“

“Because I know, okay?!”, you snapped at Max as all the pent-up panic and confusion and heartbreak crested to a wave in your chest. “I know he’s not a killer! He would never hurt a fly –“

“That’s what people said about Ted Bundy, too,” Max quipped.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to grab Max’s shoulders and shake her and scream at her that she had no idea, that she needed to shut up about Eddie murdering anyone when he was the kindest, purest soul you’d ever met – when your gaze fixed on a lone figure sitting at the side of the Munson’s veranda, smoke rising from the untouched cigarette he was holding as he stared at the dried patches of grass at his feet, and another horrible thought pierced through the panic in your mind.

“They think Eddie did it,” you breathed. Because if Wayne Munson was still here, and not in handcuffs, the poor guy probably having found Chrissy when he’d returned from his usual night shift at the plant…there was only one prime suspect left. “They think it was Eddie.”

You turned to face Robin and Max, who were watching you with expressions of varying confusion and worry.

For a heartbeat, you wanted to tell them about Eddie.

About the way he’d smiled at you with these infectious smiles that seemed to light up the whole room, made his dark eyes spark and confetti burst in your chest.

How in the weeks after that encounter in the woods, Eddie Munson had been the life line which had saved you from drowning when nobody else had been able to.

How you’d walked out of that trailer’s pale blue front door with the pattern of chipped paint you’d come to know by heart, as familiar as the pages of a favourite book. Walked out of his life, with tears streaming down your face and your heart shattering into a million pieces which, even now, four months later, refused to be put back together.

But if you told them, they’d want to hear the whole story, not only the beginning and the middle but the ending as well. And you couldn’t tell them. You couldn’t.

So instead, you kept quiet, letting Eddie Munson stay another secret you kept as shame burned hot in your belly.

There were far more pressing matters than discussing the past.

I’m not a saviour, in case you didn’t notice, his words from that first encounter in the woods behind the sport’s field echoed through your head. But in the end, Eddie had been exactly that for you.

And now, it seemed, he desperately needed a saviour of his own.

“I know Eddie Munson didn’t murder Chrissy,” you said, voice firm, as your gaze drifted between Robin and Max, “And right now, I need you to trust me on that, okay?”

“Wait!”, Max interrupted, biting her lip, “There was something else. The lights were flickering. In our trailer, I mean.”

“When was that?”

“After I saw Chrissy following Eddie into his trailer. That’s why I was looking out the window when he was running away. I wanted to know if the street lights were weird as well. I mean, we’re all a little paranoid by now,” she added with a bitter laugh.

“Okay so, if Eddie didn’t do it…,” Robin said slowly, “Then who did? Do you think it was something…from the other side? Like the Mind Flayer?”

You raised your head in grim determination. “I don’t know. But we need to go. Now. We need to find Eddie before the cops do.”

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bluerosefox · 1 year

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Twins AU BUT WITH ANGST!

So I'm writing for the Twins story rn (snails pace of small updates and working on it but it's going) and an idea struck me and I wanna share it and bring it all the DP x DC and Twins AU lovers attention cause were missing out on some PRIME ANGST. (BAD Mom Talia ahead btw, I normally like her in the grey areas but this time, bad mom) (also I LOVE some good Angst.)

So we all know that Talia had Damian cloned right? And later that clone killed Damian. What if, now hear me out, after that (when Damian is brought back to life) what if she tried to use another clone (only not aged up so they’re at Damian age) to coax Damian back into the League and that he can use the clone as a replacement for Danyal (Danny), its her ‘gift’ of trying to give him back his twin.

Can you imagine the feral outrage, insulted anger or heartbreak he'd have over that. He didn’t care much about the first clone cause it had his eyes but this one has Danyal’s blue eyes. Especially if Damian does care for Danny and doesn't want to hide that anymore now that hes not in the League and he can freely talk about his twin without being hushed up (but hasn't been able to due to his own complex emotions over missing his twin). Can you imagine the after emotions after Damian verbally tearing into his mother for such an insult against his twins memory and life and defeating the mindless doll like clone (Taila made it so it'll follow Damian's orders with no fuss should he come back, she ended its life once they left Gotham, another failure it seems) and Bruce asking 'Who is Danyal, Damian?'.

AND THEN CAN YOU IMAGINE THE NUCLEAR MELTDOWN OR RAGE HE'LL HAVE IF HE SEES DANNY. Like Danny is in Gotham for something (class trip? One of his Rouges sneaking to Gotham? A ghost fight taking him there and is sight seeing in his human form now that its over? Sam taking him as her Plus 1 for a social event (Dating? Best friends? Danny being cool with being used as an (entitled, dumb, rich, elite) heir repellent for Sam? [Side note: ALSO DP fans we need to really play with that idea more, Sam comes from money her parents would totally want her with a powerful rich heir, which she would HATE and would totally ask her friends to be her Elitist Heir Repellent] Idk any one is good. Her parents hating that cause they planned to have her 'single' for some of the elite heirs) and Danny gets his face decked hard or his head gets nearly chopped off by a katana.

And when he looks at who did it he's surprised to see someone who looks nearly like him but when green eyes being held back by a few other guys (Dick and Jason)

Does Danny have his memories? Does he remember Damian? Or has he hoped to never see his brother again after all these years? Idk it's open for anyone to pick and choose the plot, I'm just throwing the idea out into the sea and waiting to see if anyone wants to try nibbling at it.

Do they discover the actual truth? Does Damian despise Danny the entire time? Does it go away when the Bats find proof that Danny isn't a clone (online media showing pictures of him growing up in a small town called Amity Park)? Does Damian take note that despite them looking so much alike, Damian is more leaning towards Bruce's body type in the future, while Danny's is leaner/more runnerish (mainly due to their fighting styles/what they fight)? Which is a huge difference from the last clone that was merely a copy paste of Damian but with blue eyes. Idk.

[Small side note: normally in the Twins stories Talia is the one that saves Danny if he dies/sent away, if it's bad mom Talia, who saves him? Maybe have Clockwork save Danny, cause he knows Danny's future is Phantom and later King]

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The Slashers during Christmas

Slashers; Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG + RZ), Thomas Hewitt

I wonder what you will be up to with them?

• Billy Lenz

He’s practically dressed 24/7 for Christmas, with his willingness to wear the ugliest of sweaters—so long as they are comfortable and warm! He’s a sly cuddlebug, curling up right by your side as you both collect warmth from the fireplace. Billy sleeps fairly often during this time of the year, to which you could say it is his own version of hibernation. You’ll soon find your lap being victim to Billy as he takes one of his many naps, paired with rambles and a multitude of noises that slip past his lips whenever he falls too deep into the nap. He will try his hardest to help you with the decorations, but he might get distracted—before clinging onto you once more with a few whines to match.

• Bubba Sawyer

Ever since you came along, the Sawyers were quick to adopt the traditions you came with—some more enthusiastic than the others. Bubba enjoys spending time with you wherever it is possible for him to do so. Tell him all about Christmas, he’d be extremely quick on making you gifts to blatantly display his affection. Your and his enthusiasm would slowly seep into the Sawyer household, the home now slowly (but surely) decorated with ornaments and gifts. Some appear to be made out of bone though others were authentic, providing variety with each decoration. The Sawyer home would look quite welcoming with a few days left before Christmas arrived.

• Ghostface

• Billy Loomis

Billy takes his Christmas decorating quite seriously (he never had that motivation before he was in a relationship with you), you can tell after seeing his many boxes filled with fairy lights, baubles, wreaths… You name it! He’s tugging at all the options to ensure his Christmas with you is perfect, just like that scene in the movie.. After he’s satisfied with the results, Billy would invite you over and greet you by the door, a cup of hot cocoa in hand for you. He’s also the kind that would get matching ugly sweaters, though his reasons for it are more sentimental rather than a way to spite you. Christmas, after all, is an event to end the year with those close to him.

• Stu Macher

It’ll be difficult to catch Stu at the right time during this season, as he’ll most likely be hosting or attending one of the many parties sprung about by Woodsboro students. Whether it is out of fun or a means to stake out a target (though he’s definitely told you it was the latter)… Past the Christmas partying, which would render him unavailable for the night, he’s still free during the day. You would find out that the two of you would be enjoying your time together making cookies, gingerbread man—you will definitely see Stu snacking away at a few of them as he focuses on the placement of the DiY ornaments the night before.

• Jason Voorhees

Jason has most likely celebrated Christmas with his mother. He still continues doing so after her death and his own, though it feels far more lonely doing everything alone. He has a hidden sense when the holidays would arrive with his undead status, his body on autopilot as he brings back firewood to keep the cabin warm and toasty for you. Jason is also willing to do most of the decorating and heavy lifting wherever it is needed. He also enjoys the idea of gift giving as well, using his outdoor skills to whittle a wooden heart with your and his initials engraved for you to receive a gift.

• Michael Myers

• ’78/OG

OG appears indifferent to the prospects of Christmas, but he is extremely interested in celebrating it with you. He may appear as though he is not listening to you, but he’s mentally recording every bit of information you mentioned seriously. Taking advantage of his towering build, he would put on the decorations at an ungodly time, away from your line of sight. Spending Christmas is not an event that he expected to celebrate, let alone with another person who was willing to spend it with The Shape of all things. However, OG is willing to spend the holidays with you in his own way. Expect presents that are stolen items from his victims.

• RZ

RZ has a lot more knowledge about Christmas compared to his original counterpart with the extra years he had before being admitted into Smith’s Grove. Now that he has freedom to whatever he pleases, you’d find him coming around the idea of celebrating it with more willingness to do it. He’s willing to do things for you, assisting you with the ornaments—just don’t react too harshly when he accidentally breaks one or two, he honestly didn’t mean to. He doesn’t expect much, though he makes themed masks for you to have as his own gifts. RZ is especially affectionate during Christmas, be sure to expect headpats from him.

• Thomas Hewitt

Despite the Hewitts being particularly conservative, they never really celebrated Christmas as traditionally as one would put it, nor did they seem all too excited for it whenever the day came around. They simply acknowledged it and had it as a day for them to relax. With your presence, however, invited Thomas to put a lot more effort and work on the perfect gift for you—soon enough, his efforts are quickly noticed and slowly seep into the rest of the Hewitts, reigniting the holiday spirit. Before and after the passing of gifts, Thomas’ physical affection toward you, his eyes shut as he nuzzles your head as the two of you enjoy the coziness of the now decorated Hewitt household.

I hope you enjoyed this, I'm sorry if some appear inconsistent! I hope you all are also enjoying the holidays, Merry Christmas! (:

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Dissimulate | Jason Todd imagine

"You are not a superhero; you are a detective. Start acting like one." The Police Captain's stern words hung heavily in the air as Y/N kept her head low. She hadn't uttered a word since entering the station, clearly grappling with some internal conflict, and getting reprimanded by the captain was far from her ideal solution.

Y/N sighed and looked up, the bruise under her eye standing out prominently. It appeared to be worsening, clear evidence of a recent punch to the face. "With all due respect, sir, I was doing my job, something that so many people here are afraid to do." She shifted in her seat, sitting up more comfortably. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to go home and get some rest." Without waiting for further discussion, she rose from her seat and left the captain's office, grabbing her belongings from her desk as she replayed the events from just a few hours ago in her mind.

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Y/N occupied the passenger seat of an unmarked Ford Explorer, observing the bustling Gotham streets as the car maintained a steady pace. She glanced over at her partner, Jessy, who was bobbing his head to the music playing on the radio. He must have noticed her gaze because he stole a glance in her direction before returning his attention to the road, a smile forming on his lips. "Do I have something on my face?" She quickly shook her head and cast her eyes downward, even though Jessy could sense that something was amiss.

"What's bothering you?" Y/N looked back at him and then out the window again before releasing a sigh. "It's nothing... just this frustrating case we've been working on." Lately, they had been assigned to a case involving a new vigilante who had been causing quite a stir in Gotham. He went by the name Red Hood, the same moniker the Joker had used a few years ago. However, there hadn't been any concrete connections between the two, leaving them puzzled.

“How about I take you out? To take your mind off everything," Jessy suggested, genuinely concerned. The case had been weighing heavily on both of them, and he believed that some time away from work would be beneficial.

It took Y/N a moment to respond, but just as she was about to reply, Jessy slammed on the brakes as something thudded against the hood of the car. They quickly realized it wasn't an object but a person.

They hastily exited the vehicle and began to give chase. Y/N got a brief glimpse of red and gasped before darting after the figure. "It's him!" she exclaimed, paying no heed to Jessy's calls to wait.

Y/N rounded a corner and spotted the Red Hood. She pushed past a few civilians in her path, calling out, "Stop! GCPD!" She sprinted as fast as she could, but the Red Hood proved to be faster. He abruptly turned into an alleyway and effortlessly scaled the walls. Y/N followed closely, watching as he disappeared onto the rooftop.

She was not going to give up.

She swiftly climbed the fire escape, and when she finally reached the top, the Red Hood had just landed on the adjacent building. "Stop!" she yelled once more, and as she reached the edge of the building, she peered down into the alleyway below. Taking a deep breath, she stepped back to get a running start. With a leap of faith, she descended, landing on her feet before losing her balance and rolling on the ground. She quickly regained her composure and persisted in following him, determined not to let him slip away.

He abruptly jumped down from the building, seemingly aware that there was nowhere else for him to go. Once his feet touched the ground, he hopped over a fence leading to an abandoned warehouse, with Y/N hot on his heels.

Inside the warehouse, she quickly lost sight of him. The place was shrouded in darkness, with the only illumination filtering in through the cracks in the boarded-up windows. Uncertain of what to expect, Y/N drew her gun from its holster. "GCPD! Come out with your hands up!" To her surprise, he complied. Emerging from the shadows, he slowly approached her.

"Hands up or I'll shoot!" she warned, her gun trained directly on the Red Hood, who appeared undaunted.

As the Red Hood drew closer, Y/N had no choice but to slowly back away, maintaining a cautious distance between them. They both had a moment to assess each other. She couldn't see his face, but she discerned a hint of green through the eye slot in his mask.

Unbeknownst to her, he had closed the gap between them. Without warning, he swiftly kicked his leg up, disarming Y/N of her gun. It clattered to the ground, and before she could react, he delivered a rapid punch to her face, sending her sprawling onto the floor. She struggled to regain her composure, but when she looked up, he had already vanished.

Once she emerged from the warehouse, Jessy had just arrived, having tracked them for nearly five blocks. He rushed up to her, placing a concerned hand on her shoulder, noticing a bruise forming under her eye. "Are you okay?" His voice was laced with worry.

"I'm fine," she responded curtly, pushing his hand away as she headed toward their car. Annoyance gnawed at her as she realized she had let the Red Hood escape yet again.

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haiiiiii friend can you explain jianzhu to me I keep seeing you post about them and I’m nosy and wanna know (<- stopped watching atla bc I realized zutara was never gonna be canon)

also jetko. can you explain jetko too (I’m thinking they’re more on the ghostbat spectrum where it’s like. intense friendship that left both emotionally scarred for the rest of their lives)

TEEHEE HEEHE HEE <- me when I get the opportunity to explain/infodump cross-fandom stuff to mutuals

ok so Jianzhu... ahhh Jianzhu... ((SPOILERS for anyone reading the Kyoshi novels))

This is Jianzhu and also like... probably one of maybe 4 canon images/art there is of him... he's not from the original cartoon he's from the Avatar Kyoshi spin-off novels that take place abt 400 yrs before the events of the show (idk how much you know abt atla lore from osmosis so this might get a little tedious? I'm just gonna explain as succinctly as possible.)

To be brief, he's a cunty old man. But unlike when I call, say, Minhkhoa a cunty old man it's not really loving ... its more like... I love to hate him. He's a REALLY good villain.

He's a politician. He made 500 people dig their own graves and then buried them alive. He beheaded his friend of like 20+ years. He drugs and kidnaps teenagers. etc. It's great.

His whole character arc is like... He's in control. You start off the book and he is very clearly in control, and he knows what he's doing, and he even sounds halfway reasonable sometimes but over the course of the novel he gets more and more desperate to grab hold of a situation that spirals wildly away from him and you get to watch it happen. His justifications for his actions get crazier, he gets sloppier and sloppier with his murders....

OH also you know how sometimes people think Bruce is some callous asshole who was only using his adoptive son who worshipped him as a weapon, and when he died he quickly sought to replace him without remorse ? Yeah he's like that but. Like actually this time. His dead adoptive son also then comes back after eating an eyeball in the spirit world (idk) and kills him by pressing a pebble through his sternum so. More successful than Jason at patricide I'd say. Look there's a lot I didn't cover, here's his wiki.

ok Jetko... ah... the ancient yaoi..

Important required reading before I explain this ship is this post. What you have to understand about Zuko is that for basically like... 40 episodes the only person he shares significant screen time with is his uncle so when him and Jet met in s2 and had a decent 3 episodes worth of interactions ... it was enough, lets just say that.

The basic Jetko timeline is they meet on a ferry while Zuko and his Uncle are disguised as refugees and they steal food together -> Jet tries to get Zuko (who he only ever knows as "Li") to join his emo band gang which Zuko refuses -> Jet sees Uncle Warcrimes heating his tea and correctly deduces that they are firebenders (ie not who they say they are; the enemy) -> Zuko and his Uncle work in a tea shop while Jet stalks them and steals things from their house and watches them from behind clotheslines (yeah) -> Jet confronts them in the teashop, sword fight, Jet gets arrested and brainwashed by the secret police (yeah) -> Jet dies under a lake which Zuko only finds out about a season later.

So they never had the 4 years of intense homoerotic cohabitation that ghostbat had,.. their chemistry and potential are pretty much instigated by a few of Jet's weird intense lines, such as "As soon as I saw your scar I knew exactly who you were - you're an outcast, like me." And the crux of the ship is like.. Jet both does and doesn't know who Zuko is.

He knows he is also angry and restless, like himself - he knows he is running from his past, like himself - and he knows he is going to Ba Sing Se to create a new identity. These things are all true, for both of them; what Jet doesn't know is that Zuko is from the imperialist nation that brutally murdered his parents and invaded his home and he incorrectly assumes that the anger he recognizes in Zuko stems from the same need to enact violence on those who have taken everything from him.

So I guess the "thought you were exactly like me but then I found out you're not which enrages and humiliates me so know I'm going to beat the shit out of you" thing from BTK no. 6 is something they share with ghostbat but.. Jet's anger is probably a little more justified than Minhkhoa's lol...

In conclusion it's your basic "doomed relationship/they work great together but that doesn't fix anything" ship premise. It used to be more popular back in the day... pretty sure I owe my life to maybe 3 different Taiwanese/Chinese doujin artists from 2009... yeah that's the gist of it.

#wow it is harder than I thought to explain atla lore without like. ACTUALLY explaining atla lore (because trust me that would take too long)#also I'm literally so tortured and enthralled by the end of that first sentence North. its so funny to me but I'm so lost.#how did u hear about z/tara ?? why was it the crux of your interest in the show ?? when was this ?? but also yeah like I've said before #that ship is queerbaiting for straight pairings sdshdsh so you weren't the only one #allgremlinasks #atla #jianzhu #jetko #north tag

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Batfam gets deaged au

The entire batfam just kinda blink from there they're standing in an obvious battlefield. The city around them is damaged by the bad guy they must have been fighting before they...what happened exactly?

A sudden shout from a child cleared a few things up, "Look! Mommy! Robin is a child again!" Damian made a disapproving sound just as Tim said, "I'm not that young."

It was then that they started fighting about who was Robin as they couldn't both be. Damain demanded to know if Red Robin had hit his head because he stopped being Robin a few months ago.

Red Robin argued that he didn't remember anything and this had to be a trick of some sort.

Jason had run off with his guns out, Barbara was playing with the upgraded to her wheelchair in the tower, Cass was watching these strange people from where she had fled into the shadows, Signal was freaking out and wondering when he became a vigilante in the first place, but he had to admit that yellow looked good on him, Spoiler was enjoying the chaos, and Nightwing was looking at the younger vigilantes and muttering to himself, "There's more of them. Why is there more of them-"

As it turns out, they were all de aged to different times in thier lives and were not at all synced up. They only started talking it out when Tim's phone rang and someone named "Jazz" was on the other end asking if they were okay and if he and Phantom were still going to visit his parents this afternoon.

Finding a lead about what was happening, they all started bombarding her with questions and she told them to meet her at a specific safehouse that apparently belonged to Tim.

Meeting her was a treat and she fretted over them and made sure they were okay before answering all the questions she could.

She then asked about her brother, who was apparently with them when the de aging event went down, but none of them noticed an extra person, especially one that went missing.

Finding Danny via his tracking devices the bats (mainly tim) had placed on him in the past and thanks to Jazz they discovered he was heading back to Amity Park, thier hometown, for whatever reason.

Jazz explained that he was likely de aged as well and thinks the city of Amity Park is still under attack from the beings coming out of the hell portal thier parents created and maintained. When they were shocked by this she just shrugged and told them this is part of why thier parents were locked up in Arkham. The real problem was that Amity doesn't exist anymore and its ruins were largely taken over by rogue GIW agents that prowled around looking for any ghosts to catch even if one hadnt shown up there in years. And Phantom was running straight towards the danger without realizing it.

After batman and Nightwing left to go rescue this ghost guy, Tim and Barbara do some investigating and discovered that Tim was married to Jazzs brother Daniel and that his inlaws are in Arkham. He had Arkham In-Laws. Wtf.

Tim realized Jazz referred to Phantom as her brother a few times so since Daniel was the only brother on record then they must be the same person. Neat.

"At least your husband is hot." Spoiler commented unhelpfully, "You did good."

#bat family #brain dead #tim drake #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #batman #robin #damian wayne #red robin #hehehe #chaos reigns

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sporksaber · 2 years

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A fic outline for an idea I had awhile ago:

I probably wont be writing this though I am considering it, so if anyone else wants to it's fair game just send me the link. If this has been done before then p l e a s e send me the link because I tried to find somthing similar and couldnt.

So internet friends to lovers with danny phantom batman cross over.

I'm using tim because I feel he makes most sense with the trope.

Some timeline things: danny becomes phantom at 15 instead of fourteen. Tim becomes robin at 14, 11 months after jason dies. I want jason to be in the main part of this fic, but the timeline would be messy with that, so here is what I'm going off of: He was dead for six months, resurrected by reality shifting shenanigans, thrown in the pit immidiently after, and then was red hood for a year before the full identity reveal to the batfam.

So danny was a very tech savvy kid with no supervision. As was tim. They meet on some server discussing the home solar system of a popular hero or a heroes published expierience on black holes or somthing like that where their interests intersect. They end up on a specific message board and then a group chat about that topic and later they eventually start talking privately.

Let's say they're 13 at the start with tim a few months older than danny. They grow very close over their shared interests, enjoying the other talk about their personal interests, and commiseration on their parents being neglectful. By the time (insert whatever event happens with his parents that leads to him becoming robin in this au) happens they are very close. They at this point are talking everyday, calling fairly often, and have video chatted. Tim was a bit hesitant talking about his new family but danny couldn't be happier for him.

Jason's reveal and danny becoming phantom line up one after the other (roughly 7 months after tim becomes robin, which is a number I totally didnt have to do physical math for). So tim starts messaging less, and then so does danny with the initial distraction of ghosts and becoming a ghost and a hero and then the existential crisis brought on by the giw and his parents wanting to kill him. By the time things with Jason die down and become more normal six months have past. Tim tries to get back into messaging him consistently after having not messaged at all in a month, but Danny is acting a bit different.

Tim couldn't place exactly why he felt that way and tried to write it off as the result of the time they spent not talking, but he could just feel somthing was wrong. Danny was always easily distracted, but he'd never dropped in and out of conversations like he was doing now, at least not without reasons. And then there was the fact that he was more closed off about his parents than he used to be. Danny eventually mentions giving up on his dream of being an astronaught and his plummeting grades and tim is distraught with the fact that he can't help him.

It was their final video (several months after getting back into messaging) call that solidified Tim's idea of what was happening. It was suggested several times before it actually happened as danny always avoided the idea or came up with an excuse why he couldn't. Tim didnt want to push but he desperately needed more clues and wouldnt cross the line into hacking the information.

Danny was much paler than before and he had deep dark circles under his eyes. The camera was kind of blurry, almost like he had messed with the focus or gotten one that was a lower quality than last time. Overall the call went the same as the ones prior, though danny was a bit jumpy. And then danny shivered violently. He looked scared as he made an excuse about having somthing he forgot to do and hung up.

Tim was feeling lost afterwards. To the point that bruce noticed and asked what was wrong. "I think my best friend is dying."

Danny meanwhile is also having a very not good time. In the nearly year since he became phantom so much had changed. At first it was fine, it seemed fun even. Then it became annoying as he realised school and ghost crime fighting while avoiding capture by your parents didnt mix. And then there was everything with vlad and the giw that made him realize he was screwed if any government entity ever found out his identity. And then the giw worked with his parents and he realized, "oh, haha, my parents could really kill me one of these days."

And then there was clockwork and the ancients and dan. Feeling really off anytime he leaves amity. Plasmius. The fact that he really had died. That even if he managed to fix his grades among all the ghost fighting he'd never pass the physical exam to achieve his dream. That he wasnt considered human anymore by either his parents or the government. The increased number of ghosts coming through the portal.

He hadn't realized how much he really missed tim until they started talking again, but it was hard to leave so much out when they used to share everything. When he finally gave in to the video call he was kind of terrified. Both in the "what if it's different now," and the "what if he notices," way. The first part wasnt needed, the call was great. He forgot how nice his voice was. He could've talked to him for hours, but then his ghost sense was set off. And it was somthing big.

For the first few weeks following the call danny tries. He doesn't want to lose touch with tim, but it becomes too much. Something is wrong and he's the only one who can fix it.

There's a huge issue with the giw still working with his parents for a stronger portal and vlad being vlad and occasionally popping by to shove his entire fist into everyone's pie and then leave again. Danny could believe that was his real obsession. Fisting pies.

Then danny learns that it's not just the portals strength causing everything, its him too. Apparently the ghost king's crown was passed through combat. And the core of the king draws other ectoplasmic entities towards them.

This ends with danny ghosting (haha) tim for several more months until he eventually destroyes both his parents and vlad's portals and all their research. And he couldnt stay in amity at that point, especially since vlad and his parents arent the only ones who know what he did. So he leaves. And with the new title of ghost king he's not core bound to amity anymore.

Danny eventually calls tim. Tim is both relieved and terrified. The call is kind of awkward at first, since they hadn't in awhile. But then danny says he's traveling a bit. "I was thinking of going through Gotham, I heard they have a wicked observatory."

Tim says he cant wait.

*****

That's it on my original fic idea. I wanted to tell it mostly through chatlogs and their calls. I have a lot of other ideas on Danny's time in Gotham though.

I havent gone back over this and theres probably be some small timeline shifting. I want danny to be 17 when he leaves.

But that's all for now.

#fanfiction #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #brain dead

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