#she just wants to HELP

[angelxd-3303]

While on the run how would mario take care of a sick luigi? (I see it was mentioned in the fic so I'm curious)

Soft jazz played from a phonograph as Pauline patted her damp hair with a towel. She hummed along with the melody as she wandered into the kitchen. A tea kettle whistled on the stove, and she pulled it off the burner. Pouring the scalding water into her teacup, Pauline let out a small hum at a knock on the door. Setting the towel on the counter, she frowned. Glancing up at the clock, Pauline was confused.

It was 9:30 at night, who on earth could be at the door? Another knock, this one sounding more frantic. Pauline adjusted her fuzzy robe, rushing to the door. As she opened it, an inquiry died on her tongue as she laid eyes on her visitor.

Wide blue eyes set into a tired face brought her back to what had happened a few days ago. The homeless boy, Mario, was it? He stood on her doorstep, shaking in the cold. Seeing what was cradled in his arms, Pauline didn't think it was the cold alone that made him tremble. The little boy, Luigi, was nestled in Mario's arms, small body shaking. Swallowing the lump in her throat, Pauline finally found her words.

"Oh, goodness!" She exclaimed, reaching out and grasping Mario's shoulder. The teen locked up, still fearful, but Pauline gently ushered him in. Once inside, Pauline took a closer look at Luigi. Upon closer inspection, he appeared to be sick. His face was flushed, and every breath was labored and raspy. Mario himself seemed to be gasping, he was probably catching whatever Luigi had. 

Cooing softly, Pauline carefully took Luigi from Mario. The older boy seemed vacant, numbed by fear and illness. Pauline pulled off the tattered jackets the boys wore, hanging them up in the mudroom. At her encouragement, Mario pulled off his shoes, and Pauline shushed Luigi's whines as she did the same for him. Holding him in one arm, and wrapping the other around Mario, Pauline herded the older boy into the living room. She gestured to the couch, but Mario hesitated.

"Don't…don't wanna get it dirty…" He mumbled weakly. Pauline sighed, brushing his hair out of his eyes.

"It can be cleaned, sweetheart. Lay down, it's ok." At her reassurances, Mario let out one more shudder before plopping down on the couch. Pauline placed Luigi in his arms, smiling as Mario laid down with a relieved sigh. As he cuddled Luigi closer, Pauline grabbed a blanket from her recliner and tucked the boys in.

She rushed back to the kitchen, going through her medicine cabinet. Tomorrow, she could see how Mario felt, and hopefully get both boys a warm bath. Tomorrow, she could try to get them to eat something, she still had cans of soup in the pantry. For now?

Check their temperature, make sure they're comfortable. Maybe some tea would help their throats? As Pauline scurried around getting everything she needed, her eyes landed on the news article she'd seen before. Should she call someone? On the other hand, if she did Mario might take Luigi and leave. She shook her head, questions for tomorrow.

Pauline found them in the same exact place as before when she reentered. The exhaustion in Mario's eyes almost made Pauline tear up, but she pushed down the lump in her throat. Setting down two cups of tea and a bowl with cool water, she knelt down in front of the couch and cupped Luigi's face gently. He whined, and she shushed him quietly.

"It's ok, baby, you're ok." She assured, carefully coaxing a thermometer into his mouth. waiting a few seconds, she pulled it out. Grimacing at the high temperature, she cooed sympathetically as Luigi sobbed weakly. She wet a washcloth with the cold water and folded it before laying it on his forehead. Luigi moaned in response, clamping a hand over the cloth to press it closer. Pauline cleaned off the thermometer, moving to check Mario. The older teen flinched, glaring at her distrustfully. 

"I need to check you too, sweetheart. It's ok, you're safe here." Mario studied her for a moment, again reminding her of a stray cat. Poor thing, who hurt these sweet little ones?!

"You tell anyone we're here, we're leaving." He declared. Pauline sighed, nodding.

"I understand. Please let me help." At this, Mario relaxed just a little bit. He let her check his temperature, which wasn't much better than that of his brother. She wet a washcloth for him, and smiled softly at the sigh of relief. Mario's tired eyes fluttered shut, and soon the older brother was taken by sleep. It didn't take long for Luigi to fall asleep as well, and Pauline was left sitting on the floor beside the boys. 

Sighing deeply, the woman looked them over. Luigi had a deep cut over his nose, and Mario had one on his cheek. What happened to them? How did they get hurt? 

And most importantly, how could she help?

#fic drabble #mario #luigi #my au #homeless children #Pauline Nintendo #she just wants to help #sickfic #whump comfort

[strrymko]

🍋[Lemon] for the beauty of clare 🥺💖

CRYING!! I'm super excited to answer this one!

🍋 [LEMON] What is their kryptonite/ultimate weakness?

I think Clarabelle's ultimate weakness is her naivety, or lack of experience. Like she up and leaves the comforts of her kingdom to find work and live a more humble life, at the same time not realizing it's not all rainbows and sunshine. I'm sure the bakers look at her and are like "Is this princess dumb? Why would she leave to work in a place like this?"

This also leads into her becoming a doormat for others to walk on and she sometimes is hurt by it later if some miracle has her realize what they did was wrong.

Clarabelle is way too much of a people pleaser so if someone like Jack Horner asks her to put on a uniform and sell pies, she'll do it thinking it will help him but really.. it's mostly for his amusement. LOL

Thank you for the ask! I really had to think hard about this one! hehe

#clarabelle has major bimbo energy #she just wants to help #oc asks #clarabelle

[avocadosockz]

Zelda is so "this is me trying" its not even funny

#grace mixing totk and Taylor swift #totk #zelda #legend of zelda #I love her so much #she just wants to help

[trafficlightchild]

Kikimora + The Collector team-up PLEASE

#she would be a not so bad ruler #like she said #she just wants to help #the owl house #toh #the owl house spoilers #toh spoilers #king’s tide #toh kikimora #toh the collector

[nooling]

LOOK I JUST REALLY ENJOY THEIR FRIENDSHIP OK?? You can't tell me they wouldn't hang after their respective personal quests (spawn ending ofc)/emotional breakdowns over their own mortality

EDIT: I forgot to watermark these so now more than ever PLEASE don't repost

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion ancunin #karlach #bg3 #Karlach 'I could kiss his pointy little face' cliffgate #karlach cliffgate #karlach bg3 #bg3 fanart #my art #I discovered CSP is a lot better than PS for animating #consistent artsyle? I don't know her #I just like their vibes #they seem like they'd be there for each other #maybe karlach just wanted someone to talk at her about absolute nonsense while she processes her own mortality bc that girl needs some help #I JUST REALLY LIKE THESE TWO

[inkskinned]

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail'' #ah tumblr... #writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" ..... #no.... not really..... #idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing... #this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey. #idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me. #i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

#imagine you're a boy who's going to die. you're in love with the girl you've been watching from afar. you know your fate. #you just want to help her‚ but then there's the announcement and she's here in front of you‚ kissing you‚ risking her life for you and you #think‚ i could live and i could love. you think she loves you when she hands you the berries‚ when she puts them in her mouth. #then you both survive and you go back home and nothing is real anymore. you have nothing. no family. no friends. no love. just an empty #house. a drunk for a neighbor. the love of your life walking into somebody else's arms. you think‚ i survived the games. i could survive #this. and you also think‚ i should've bit down on those berries‚ should've felt the juice burst before i died. #and then the third quarter quell announcement rings in your ears and you think‚ she will live and i will die as i should have in the first #place. the girl you love kisses you on the beach and somewhere you heart stirs and your mind revolts and you savor every touch she has ever #given to you‚ in front of the cameras and off. because you are a tribute and you are always being watched and snow's presence looms and #you think‚ i know she cares. but you get taken. you get drugged. you get tortured‚ your mind altered. the girl is a mutt‚ a murderer. she's #everything you despise‚ your mind stirs. your heart revolts. you gain more awareness but cannot distinguish reality from fiction and you #have never known katniss' love. the war ends. you heal. you come home. you plant primrose for her. years down the line‚ you grow in love #more than you thought possible. but some days‚ you cannot tell fiction from reality so you ask the love of your life‚ you love me. #real or not real? and she says‚ real‚ and kisses you. #and you sigh and kiss her back and revel in this. a home. a life. a love. #lit #the hunger games #everlark #otp: real or not real? #katniss everdeen #peeta mellark #text #tais toi lys #thgpost

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

#seeing some discourse and im not saying lucy grey didnt know #im saying she never dropped the kind of hints that she knew like she did in the movie #or if she did snow isnt worried about them until he very suddenly is consumed by them #snow is not concerned about whether or not she believed him. of course she did! hes snow! #but then shes gone…. for a while…… #and its the sudden immediate drastic unravelling that comes across so clearly in the book #that i knew wouldn’t translate to screen yet still cant help but miss #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #tbosas #lucy gray baird #not a crime or anything just a note that i cannot stop thinking about #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #this is all from memory of reading it quite a while ago. so maybe 3 pages is an exaggeration #but i remember it happening VERY quickly and without much external cause #like we as the reader have no indication as to whether shes nearby or not. #snow has no idea either. he just SUSPECTS. and his suspicion breeds the hatred that has been bubbling inside him all this time #he hates how she undoes him. he hates that he WOULD run away with her if shed let him keep his secrets #and he HATES more than anything that she makes him WANT to tell his secrets #he wants to be vulnerable and reveal the ugly nasty parts about himself and still be loved #but he does not let himself and it is everyone’s downfall #he chooses cruelty bc it is easy and familiar and makes him feel more powerful than the vulnerable give and take that real love requires

[pineapple-frenzy]

Book 2 au: sparring sessions and short hair katara

They like to have sparring sessions in order to keep their bending skills sharp. They allow themselves to go all out and not hold back at all cause they know if anyone got hurt, Katara could just heal them

But anyways, wouldn't it be kinda funny if Zuko accidentally burned Katara's hair tho? Aofkqldkkajfjd

The "I think we can save the hairloops" line is from @linnoya-writes thank you for that!! :>>

#zutara #zuko #katara #atla #book 2 au #my art #i mentioned in my last book 2 au post that i wanted to include short hair katara into it and y'all were so supportive of it!! 😭😭😭 #so this is how i think it would go #it would happen as katara is trying to evade one of zuko's fire balls #she manages to avoid it but since her hair is long it still caught on fire #she'd be pissed so she water whips the hell out of zuko #and then promptly forgets about it akfhkakdkakdj #even after the sparring session she still hasn't remembered cause 'oh no zuko's in pain i have to help him!' #it isn't until zuko even mentions it that she remembers #zuko thinks she's more calm than i thought she would be after burning her hair so he mentions it to her #little did he know katara just forgor aldjlakdkaljd #n e ways zuko does feel bad so she offers to help fix it up for her #i think after the haircut katara would find herself looking in mirrors when there are any around cause 'zuko thinks i'm beautiful?? really? #zuko doesn't know this tho and he thinks katara is till sad about the unwanted haircut so he keeps telling her that she looks beautiful #and katara just keeps losing it aldjlakdlald #in conclusion they are idiots your honor

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Glitchtrap really HATES Mike specifically

#myart #chloesimagination #comic #fnaf #fnaf vanny #mike schmidt #glitchtrap #fnaf vanessa #security breach #fnaf help wanted #fnaf movie #fnaf fanart #five nights at freddy's #Glitch has had ENOUGH of that Mike guy #he’s going to the internets to find out how to get rid of him BAHA #Typing through Vanessa and all #It’s so funny that this is basically canon #in FNAF AR emails we just learn Vanny was looking up murder stuff #this comic is based off that exact thing #Vanessa has no idea what she just looked up BAHA #poor Mike confused as hell

[racingliners]

In a very important home life update: we got a high vis vest for one of our chickens

They apparently have a great unintended use of stopping hens from getting bullied, so we got one to try it out since the above hen gets excessively picked on by the others (we don't really know why).

Shout put to the wonderful @gingervivilou who told me about it!!

#hopefully it helps; poor girl just wants to chill in the garden in peace #before anyone asks she was totally fine; we stayed with her for a couple of minutes to make sure she wasn't stressed out after we put it on #and she's already just strolling round the garden instead of hiding under people's cars! #animals #chickens

[angelxd-3303]

The streets of Brooklyn were frigid this time of year, the only relief coming from the vents on the sides of buildings. It was beside one of these vents that Luigi waited for his brother.

Mario had told him to stay put, and keep out of sight, before trotting off to find something to eat. Luigi knew Mario was either pickpocketing or straight up stealing from stores, and he tried to swallow the guilt as he adjusted his scarf. Either way, they needed to eat. He sniffled, catching the attention of a tall woman in a puffy jacket.

"Hello, there." A voice made him jump, and he looked up at a beautiful woman with long brown hair. Her blue eyes looked him over, and Luigi felt rather self conscious. Pulling his coat closer around himself, Luigi remembered to answer.

"Hello, ma'am."

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Pauline cooed internally; what was a little sweetheart like this doing out here all by himself? She crouched down beside him, looking him up and down. His coat was old, barely fit him, and was covered in stitches. Besides that, the bit of hair she saw peeking out from under his hat was matted and greasy, and there was a smudge of dirt on his cheek.

"Are you here by yourself?" She asked. The boy brightened, shaking his head.

"Oh, no! I'm waiting for my brother. He should be back soon." There were two? Pauline knew she had to tread lightly, if this child got spooked, he could run away. If he did, she might not be able to find his brother and get them to a shelter. She didn't know what was going on, but far be it from her to just ignore what was obviously a pair of homeless children.

"I see. Do you mind if I wait here with you? I'd love to meet your brother, since you're such a sweetheart!" She booped his nose, drawing a quiet laugh from him. Then, he frowned.

"I don't want you to get cold, though…" Pauline smiled softly, scooting closer and opening her jacket to tuck him inside.

"Don't worry, hon. I've got plenty of jacket for both of us." The young boy tensed momentarily, but relaxed at feeling the warmth emanating from her, and hugged her side. Pauline sighed, watching people pass the alley as she rubbed the shivering child's back to warm him.

In those minutes, she learned that his name was Luigi, and that his brother's name was Mario. Huh, somewhat familiar…

Before she could dwell on it too much, however, a teenage boy stormed over to them. The boy looked remarkably like Luigi, albeit much more exhausted. His eyes flitted between her and Luigi, not unlike a panicked cat.

Eager to keep things calm, Pauline offered her hand with a smile. He didn't take it.

"Hello, this little guy must be your brother, right? We've just been hanging out. I'm Pauline." The brother, Mario apparently, nodded to her, looking to Luigi. He gestured to himself, and Luigi got up. Mario immediately scooped up his little brother, giving her a suspicious look. Pauline stood up, holding her hands up.

"Hey, it's ok. There's a shelter not too far from here; if you guys need a place to stay." Luigi looked up at his brother, but Mario shook his head.

"It's alright." He said curtly. "We've got a place."

"Oh, ok…well, be safe, ok?" Before she could offer her number, the brothers disappeared into the crowd. Pauline stared in the direction they'd left in for a moment, before sighing sadly. As she continued her trek towards home, she hoped the boys were ok.

It wasn't until she got home and saw a picture of the boys in a newspaper that she realized why the pair seemed so familiar.

"Statewide hunt for missing brothers continues; last seen in downtown Brooklyn"

#luigi #mario #my au #mario bros #fic drabble #Pauline mario odyssey #homeless #mario's trust level: 0 #she just wants to help

[sleepyside]

Another thing that haunts me about this entire thing is that Amanda wasn’t just funny like her coworkers, or funny like other Disney and Nickelodeon actresses. Amanda Bynes was funny like Carol Burnett. Funny like Lucille Ball. She was effervescent and classic. Her comedic sensibilities were deeply intelligent. She had *it*. And she should have grown into one of the best actresses of our generation. But *something* happened and derailed it all. Even if she’s not the same, I truly hope she’s well and happy. I want nothing but the best for her, even if it’s a quiet and private life. I adored her back then and always will.

#Amanda Bynes #quiet on set #it feels ghoulish to hope she comes forward with her story #we aren’t owed anything #I think she just felt like a friend to everyone and we all want to know how to help our friend #whose ass do we need to kick #can we fight for you can we support you can we help you with what you’ve gone through #dan schneider #Nickelodeon #the Amanda show #I spent so much time on amandaplease.com at the library

[sofiaruelle]

Maru on her day off, working in the lab and part time at the clinic.

#doodle #stardew valley #stardew valley maru #sdv maru #she’s a busy gal #how des she do it???? #on the top left in her jumpsuit I like to think she’s be lending Sebastian a hand restoring his motorcycle #let me have sibling bonding time!!! #also i didnt want her to draw her wearing a lab coat just because I already drew Harvey wearing one lmao #also i based her nurse uniform on filipino nurse uniform #but also i’d like to think harvey isnt that strict with hair style unless Maru has to directly help with a patient #JUST LET ME DRAW HER WITH CURLY HAIR OK

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i have a Scene - a Plot if you will - that backs this as context. y'all are gonna have to trust me on this one <3 or read the tags...

#the song is 'in your eyes' by peter gabriel #boombox serenade lets GO!!! #in my mind immediately after this the others came over to say hi (or in sallys case tell him off) #and at first howdy's like 'oh ofc wallys there that makes sense. sally too? strange but alright' #then eddie appears and ohhhh boy its Jealousy Central Babey and howdy's train just pulled into the station #scribble salad #laughingstock #welcome home #barnaby x howdy #howdy x barnaby #OK CONTEXT I PROMISED CONTEXT #so in my mind howdy is an oblivious dumbass when it comes to his own romantic feelings. #he's so in love with barnaby (its very obvious) but Doesnt Realize It. despite being a god tier flirty fruity motherfucker #so when barnaby - thinking theyre on the same page - confesses #howdy's all like 'ohhh um. gee barn im flattered truly but - i just dont like you like that' #yk breaking barnaby's heart right down the middle #so barnaby shuts himself in his home and wally is hovering. yk Worried #and eddie - who's been helping barnaby come to terms w/ his own feelings & gauge if howdy feels the same - asks sally to check in for him #& sally goes over and Immediately involves herself. she takes personal offense on barnaby's behalf #also she lives for the drama and wants every juice detail Hot Off The Press #so while howdy is having a lil crisis as he slowly realizes Oh My Fucking God I DO Love Barnaby Like That- #barnaby / sally / wally / (eventually) eddie are all having a sleepover where they just play card games and chat #a good ol bitch n' stitch night #and howdy shows up to try and talk to barns (obvs in my head he doesnt have a boombox he just Knocks) #only to get RE-RE-RE-REJECTEDDDDDD!!!! thats how it feels you wormy mf! #bc barnaby is a) having a girls night & b) needs to emotionally prepare for That conversation #aaaaand THATS the context <3

[deadsetobsessions]

There’s a child wandering the streets of Crime Alley. Unfortunately, this is nothing new for the area, riddled with crime and homelessness as it is. However, Red Hood and Nightwing are vigilantes and helping lost looking children is firmly in their job description. Plus, Crime Alley is Red Hood’s. He protects what’s his. With a single shared look, the brothers swung down to the child clad in just a white dress and some thin flats completely unsuitable for Gotham’s worsening weather. Hell it’s be unsuitable for the general poor weather.

“Hey, kiddo.”

The girl’s head swung to lock gazes with the duo, eyes blinking blue- and green? Red Hood allowed his brother- he worked so hard to beat down the pit madness in order for Nightwing to even remain near- to take the lead.

“Oh. There you are.” She said, turning to face them fully. The kid’s face filled with relief.

Nightwing blinked.

“You were looking for us?” His soft voice saved for children firmed into something more serious, more concerned.

“Mmhm. I was looking for Red Hood, but you’re a good bonus.”

“And why were you looking for me, kid?” Red Hood interjects. He knows Dickolas is clocking the same things he is: the kid’s white whispy hair, pale face, and… Lazarus green eyes? It’s more solid now, that she’s looking at Jason.

Dick straightened, eyes going heavy as he looks at this wisp of a girl. He’s fiercely protective of Jason and they’re both equally wary of the League of Assassins. Still, the two of them couldn’t help but let their guard down a bit because this was still a child they’re talking to.

“Because… um. Did you know you’ve died?”

Hood stiffened, hand going towards his guns. Granted, they’re rubber bullets, but the kid clocks that immediately. She threw her hands up in the universal gesture of “I’m unarmed and mean no harm.”

“I- well, to put it frankly, you kind of… stink?”

“What.”

“Ugh, I’m totally messing this up!”

“Why don’t you start again?” Dick said, shifting into a subtler fighting stance. He kept his voice light, but Jason saw the way his hands inched towards the scrims sticks. Distantly, Jason thought it was hilarious that this tiny kid could evoke that kind of response. Looking into Lazarus green eyes though, he couldn’t find the humor anywhere. The worst thing, though, is that the pit quieted. The rage the bubbled incessantly underneath his skin calmed. Jason did not like feeling bereft of the rage, not when he didn’t know why it was gone. He had just gained control of it, minimally, and to have that control be unnecessary left the vigilantes off kilter.

“Right, okay, sorry. Um, did you, uh, die and wake up surrounded by glowing green stuff?”

Before Jason could reply ‘yes, and why the hell do you know that?’, the kid continued with, “Because me too!”

She did jazz hands as Jason’s and Dick’s brains short circuited. Jason thought he even heard a little “yay!”

“What.” Jason sputtered out. His stomach and heart clenched as he thought about how young the kid looked. Fuck.

“Yeah. So, anyways-”

“Don’t speed past that like you didn’t say what you just said!” Dick interrupted, hand tugging at his hair in distress. His body language slipped from battle ready to extremely distressed. “You died?”

“You were- you were dipped in the Lazarus pits?!” Jason felt the need to address that specific point.

“I mean, it’s not that important? The important thing is- wait, what’s a Lazarus pit?”

Jason froze again. She didn’t know what they were?

“It’s… the glowing green stuff.” Dick answered her.

“Oh. Is that what you were dipped in?” She tilted her head at Jason. He nodded, wariness climbing. “Oh. Well, I mean, that’s not we call it. But the stuff you were dipped in, it’s rank. Contaminated.”

Jason thinks back to the burning, drowning green. The agony he felt as it slipped into his mouth and nose and his very being.

“It was bubbling.” He said. The girl grimaced. Jason had no idea why he was being so honest with this kid.

“Gross. Anyways, I can, like, help you with that?”

“With what?” Dick asked, eyes darting from the girl to Jason.

The girl groaned. “Okay, so I guess you guys are kind of new. Uh, the contaminated green stuff,” she points at Jason’s chest. “That’s making you angry, right? Leaving you in the backseat of your head as your body breaks whatever got you angry to begin with and you have no control over it?”

“…The pit madness.” Jason mumbled, feeling numb. “Yeah.”

“…Right. I can help you clear that out,” she pauses, fidgeting. “If… If you help me talk to Batman? It’s kind of… urgent.”

“Batman?”

“Why?”

“Uh. There’s kind of… a whole mad scientist thing going on and like… experimentation and dissections… you know?” The kid waved her arms around, distressed.

Dick and Jason unfortunately did know.

“Cave?” Jason grumbled.

“Cave.”

“Okay, we’ll bring you to the cave. Then you tell us everything.”

“Really?”

She looked up at them hopefully, and Jason could see the moment Dickolas melted. Not that Jason could say anything, since he was already taking off his jacket and bundling the kid in it.

“Um.”

“Who the hell let you walk around Gotham like that?” He scowled down at her, not that she could see it with the red helmet in the way. Dick looked at him carefully, eyes roving over the oddly relaxed state his little wing was in.

The kid shrugged. Jason sighs.

“What’s your name?” Dick asked. Scooping her up, the blue and black clad raised his free arm to grapple away. Jason follows him, heading towards the motorcycles they’ve got parked nearby.

“Dani. With an I.”

“Nice to meet you, Dani. I’m Nightwing. This is my… this is Red Hood.”

“Okay. Cool.”



#danny phantom #danielle phantom #danielle fenton #red hood #jason Todd #dick grayson #nightwing #dani going: you stink but I can help with that #dani trying to save her siblings from the GIW by bribing/blackmailing the vats #like they wouldn’t just take a look at this literal child and jump a cliff to help #dani: I need help #also dani: let me insult a crime lord #the plan worked though #this has been sitting in my drafts for too long #dani is both traumatized and a sassy little shit #dani ‘haven’t learned social cues’ Fenton #to be fair it’s not like vlad cared for social niceties #vlad the creep #dani dresses like she wants to get mugged on purpose