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abalonelyinspace · 1 year

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If only it were so simple

#rwby #abalonelyinspace’s art #these poor kids #rwby spoilers #rwby volume 9

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wolfjackle-creates · 2 months

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Bring Me Home Arc 3 Part 2

Happy WIP Wednesday. Bring Me Home won last week's poll. But it was a close one! If you want a say in what I post next week, be sure to vote in this week's poll. ^.^

Story Summary: Danny's parents find out his secret. It doesn't go well. But he's not alone. His friend Tim Drake, better known as Red Robin, and the Young Justice will not let him suffer.

We switch to Tim's POV for this part.

Warnings: Aftermath of torture

Arc 1: AO3

Arc 2: First, Last

Word Count: 1.7k

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The instant Kon got the door to the lab open, Tim sprinted down the stairs. The first thing he saw was Jack and Maddie standing over a table, green ectoplasm, blood covering everything.

Then his eyes fixed on Danny. Danny, cut open and bleeding with a muzzle on while his parents looked at his insides.

He rushed forward, tackling Maddie and tearing her away from Danny. She screamed and fought back, landing one punch before Tim kicked her back a step. Then he pulled out his staff and landed a hard blow across her chest, forcing her further back.

Next to him, Cassie was taking care of Jack. He exchanged a quick glance with her and the two began herding the pair towards the wall. Away from Danny.

Behind him, Tim could hear Sam call out for Kon then a cry of pain.

“He’s still alive!” called out Kon. “I can hear both his core and heart.”

Tim couldn’t relax. Alive didn’t mean much. He put more force on his next swing of his staff, aiming for Maddie’s shoulder. But she ducked and twisted just right to get under the swing and move closer.

She slashed back with a scalpel, one still covered in Danny’s blood. Tim growled as he blocked it with his arm, the armor of his suit preventing it from reaching skin. He swung his staff again, getting her in the side hard then jerking up to hit her in the armpit.

He smiled in satisfaction when he dislocated her shoulder, causing her to drop the scalpel.

“You’ve got this all wrong!” she protested as she held her shoulder. “Jack and I are the good guys here. The ghosts, they’re all evil!”

Tim snarled. “The only evil I see here are the two so-called scientists who were torturing their own son!”

Maddie tensed at his words. “Don’t you dare say that. I’m trying to save my son from the monster that took his body.”

Tim swung again, aiming for her feet. Already distracted by the pain in her shoulder, the hit landed and she fell. He hit again and he felt her ankle break. Good, she wouldn’t be getting away.

“Why don’t you just shut the fuck up,” growled Tim.

Jack landed on the ground next to his wife, taken out by a punch from Cassie. Tim took the time to swing at him, too.

Again and again and again, he brought his staff down on them. Not stopping as they cried out in pain or as he felt more bones break under his blows. Until the time when he tried to swing down, but his staff refused to move.

He spun around, scowling, to come face to face with Cassie who had his staff firmly in her own grip.

“That’s enough, Rob. They’re down and they won’t be moving. Impulse and I will make sure of it. You need to go with the others.”

Behind her, Tim could see Sam fussing over Danny, still on the table. Bart and Tucker were at the computers trying to download as much information as they could. And Kon was staring right at him.

“Transport?” asked Tim.

Kon pulled out his phone to check. “Just arrived. Let’s go, Rob.”

Tim nodded. “Fine.” To Cassie, he said, “I want them in custody.”

She nodded. “Obviously. We all do. Impulse, Tucker, and I will take care of things here.”

“Then let’s go.” Tim stalked away from Jack and Maddie, refusing to look back. He wasn’t sure he could stop a second time.

Someone must have found a blanket and gotten it under Danny. All Kon had to do was touch the blanket, and it lifted up. Danny was held completely straight in the make-shift stretcher as Kon single-handedly used his TTK to carry him, Sam leading the way out of the lab.

The doors opened for them on the way out, Kon’s TTK again. And sure enough there by the curb was a nondescript van, engine still running.

Jazz got out the driver’s seat the instant Kon appeared in the doorway to open the back of the van.

“Bring him in here! I’ve got a bed set up,” she said.

Kon, of course, went first. But Tim and Sam were only steps behind him. Inside the van, the bench on one side had been fitted with a futon mattress to form a makeshift bed. Overhead, lights had been fitted to make sure the area was bright enough to see. Kon carefully laid Danny down then backed up so Sam and Jazz could move in.

“Keys are in the ignition,” said Jazz. “Get us away from the house, then let Sam and I patch him up.”

“You’ve got it,” said Kon who took his spot behind the wheel.

Tim shut the doors to the van and stood against the opposite side of the van. This was his first good look at Danny.

His friend was still in his Phantom form, but his jumpsuit had been torn and peeled away from his body. His chest was covered in so much blood he could barely see the wound, but the tell-tale y-incision was unmistakable.

Jazz and Sam were carefully wiping away the blood as best they could, using towels that had been neatly stacked in a box next to the cot.

Tim looked around until he saw an empty bucket. He pushed it towards the two girls. “Put the dirty ones in here.”

Kon pulled away from the Fenton house, aiming for their local out-of-town-limits rendezvous spot. “I can keep Danny from being jostled by the road. Don’t know if I can do the same for the rest of you if you’re moving, though.”

“Let’s not test it right now,” said Tim. “But we will be practicing that later. Never know when we might need it again.”

Jazz dropped her first towel and grabbed another. Her hands were shaking.

Tim knelt by her side and placed a hand on her wrist. “Let me. Right now we’re just trying to hold him together and I can do that as well as you can. He’s going to be just fine, I’ll make sure of it.”

“But I’m the one who trained with Frostbite.” Her voice cracked on a sob.

Tim grabbed the towel from her hands and used it to put pressure on Danny’s wound. “And I don’t need specialized training for this part of it.”

Jazz hesitated a moment longer, but with a last look at her brother, she spun and ran to the other side of the van. Tim listened to her muffled cries as he held the towel to Danny’s chest.

Sam shifted until their shoulders were pressed together and he leaned slightly into the touch. Neither said anything.

Soon enough, Kon was pulling off the road and the van came to a stop. The instant it did, Jazz was pushing her way into his place, two boxes in her hand. She opened one to reveal a large first aid kit, as well stocked as anything he had in his most-used safe house.

Tim took up a position at the foot of the bench and pulled out a small camera he had in his belt. He took careful pictures of all the visible wounds. Kon came up besides him and put an arm around his shoulder.

Jazz opened the second case, letting out a hiss of cold air and frost. Without hesitating, she put on two heavy duty gloves and lifted out what looked to be an ice cube.

Sam, meanwhile, was measuring out enough glowing green thread to cover Danny’s wound. Tim took another picture.

Jazz placed four ice cubes into the injury—one at the end of each cut and one where the lines intersected. Then Sam laid the thread over the wound. She muttered something and it phased into Danny’s skin without the use of a needle and pulled the injury together.

The glow faded slightly and if he didn’t know better, Tim would’ve thought they were regular stitches.

From there, they focused on cleaning off the remaining blood. The van was mostly silent—Sam and Jazz only communicating the bare minimum necessary to care for Danny. Even Tim’s camera was entirely silent, designed as it was for stealth.

As Danny was wiped clean, more and more injuries were revealed. Only years of bat training kept Tim standing and taking pictures. But his grip on the camera was much tighter than it needed to be. Kon’s fingers were digging into his shoulder almost painfully, but Tim didn’t say anything. Sam and Jazz were forcibly holding themselves together, but the odd hitch in their breath or tremble in their fingers gave them away, too.

A nasty burn spanning Danny’s left side was revealed. Tim clicked the camera, and Sam applied an ectoplasm-based ointment to it. Then Jazz covered the injury with a bandage.

The process was repeated time and again for each injury they discovered. But eventually, all the wounds were tended to. Once Jazz did a final look, she nodded with grim satisfaction.

“Superboy, could you use your powers to wrap his chest?”

“Of course!” Kon left Tim’s side to grab a roll of gauze and took up his own place at Danny’s side. All he had to do, though, was place the roll on the bed and his powers took care of everything else.

Tim wished he could do something half so useful. Next time Danny managed to get to the Realms, he was so joining him and getting his own lessons directly from Frostbite.

“Just one more thing to do,” said Jazz. She reached into the first aid kit and pulled out a small box. Inside sat a syringe filled with ectoplasm. She jammed it into Danny’s thigh and pressed the plunger.

Danny’s eyes flew opened and he let out a yell as his back arched off the bed.

Sam was already hovering over him. “Danny? How are you feeling?”

Danny panted for breath, but looked at her with a wry smile. “Pretty much the worse I’ve ever felt.” He looked from Sam to Jazz to Kon before meeting Tim’s eyes. “You came.”

“I always will,” said Tim.

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I'm not an expert on emergency medicine, so I figured why not go the magical route?

Tim wishes he could help in a more hands-on way, but documenting injuries is important if you want to bring them up in court. No one knows yet if Danny will want that, but this way they have them in case they're necessary.

Tucker, Bart, and Cassie are remaining behind to bring the Fentons to JL holding cells. Tucker is the one who knows the Fenton computers best after Danny, after all.

All ready we can see some major changes from my original version. What else will change? And, more importantly, what will stay the same?

#dpxdc #danny fenton #tim drake #kon el #jazz fenton #sam manson #these poor kids #should not have to deal with situations like this #whatever adult heroes are on duty #when impulse and wonder girl come up #with some trussed up mad scientists #with a bunch of broken bones #crying about illegal experimentation on sapient creatures #are going to regret being on shift #they're not gonna be getting much sleep for the next #...#long while

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doortotomorrow · 9 months

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WELLS & CLARKE The 100 / Season 1 / Episode 3 / Earth Kills

#The 100 #Clarke Griffin #Wells Jaha #the100edit #these poor kids #they have no idea whatsoever what they're in for

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kaleidoscopic-disaster · 15 days

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ugh the juxtaposition of jean not knowing why the trojans would be concerned abt his scars vs neil hiding!!! every chance he gets!!!

#these poor kids #jean and neil :(#JEAN AND NEIL!!!!!#nora WHY #aftg #the sunshine court #leia reads #these tags r so out of order its a mess

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sag3-th3-mag3 · 8 months

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So, since the eggs have ran away, there has been NO ONE to do their tasks out there. This most likely means that they actually didn’t need anyone to do the egg tasks for them. Why would they run away if they needed someone to do it for them? That would have been just a suicide trip.

This also could mean that the tasks were never necessary and the eggs don’t actually die of neglect. The federation actually just fucking murdered them to keep everyone under control and keep order within the island.

So basically they just fucking murdered these poor kids in their sleep of their tasks weren’t done.

Thats fucked up.

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thoughts-of-the-unheard · 1 year

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i am so concerned about those kids sleeping schedule, actors included, because they have to hunt at night but they have to research during the day and sometimes breakfast is at midnight and other times its 7am and what time do these kids get to sleep, also the actors would fall asleep in their respective characters rooms sometimes, which is adorable

#i guarantee theyre all sleep deprived #probably running on tea coffee and spite #which i can respect #but still #these poor kids #when do they sleep #lucy carlyle #ruby stokes #george karim #ali hadji heshmati #anthony lockwood #anthony bloody lockwood #cameron chapman #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #l&co #meet back at the house at midnight #for an epic breakfast

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hoperays-song · 4 months

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The Bright Side

Buster, trying to cheer the troupe up during the Sing 2 performance: Hey, look on the bright side! Things could be worse, you know!

Ash, incredulously: How?

Buster: How what?

Meena, exhausted: How could they be worse?

Buster: ...

Buster: Ok, they couldn’t, I lied. But at least we're alive! That's good news right?

Johnny, just so over it: *buries his head in his hands*

#sing 2 #sing johnny #sing buster #sing ash #sing meena #the moon theatre trio #these poor kids #they need so much therapy #and a vacation #they were chased by an attempted murderer in the movie. a vacation is the least buster owes them

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11queensupreme11 · 4 months

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I see you've watched the new show 🥹

I LOVED IT OMGGGGG 😭😭😭😭😭

my absolute favorite thing is that they changed it so LUKE would have the most interactions with percy at camp

luke showed him around, luke explained how the camp and gods worked, luke told him about the pact of the big three.... in the books, most of that was taken up by annabeth, but i LOVE that they changed it to luke because it would've made the betrayal hurt 10x more!!!!

in the book, luke's betrayal didn't hurt that much cuz they didn't interact a lot when percy was still at camp. like, when he finally defected i felt more bad for annabeth than for percy, but in the show..... omg when luke defended him from clarisse and that scene where percy prays to his mom to tell her that he made a friend "who really liked him" and he was talking about LUKE 😭😭😭😭😭

oh yeah, the end of the season's gonna hurt a lot more cuz of that 🥺

#these poor kids #POOR PERCY #POOR ANNABETH #POOR GROVER #POOR LUKE #POOR EVERYONE REALLY I JUST WANNA PROTECT THEM ALL 😭😭😭😭

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local-redhead-bookworm · 1 year

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Sometimes I feel normal about The Black Phone, then I remember that Robin’s ghost is missing his bandana, and Vance’s ghost is missing his necklace, and I get very sad

#the black phone #robin arellano #vance hopper #these poor kids

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blingblingsparklesparkle · 1 year

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RTC really went from “haha funny space cat Jesus” to “It took dying to realize I lived” REAL FAST

#sobbing #ride the cyclone #these poor kids #I wanna hug all of them #:((

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mashpotatoequeen · 7 months

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can you make a crossover fic with asoue? like where the baudelaires go to live with mr benedict

also constance and sunny would be besties

Okay-

I don't think I have it in me to write a fill asoue and tmbs crossover, especially cause I know for a fact that a couple of very talented people have already written some truly lovely fics for this exact cocept, but this prompt is definitely making Me Think.

Cause like. You have have this trio of kids. Maybe even six kids, if the triplets are with them, and they are tired. They are traumatised. They have been through one ordeal after another and they are so disillusioned that they're holding onto eachother with nails dug in tight. They're a script that has been written into the marrow of their bones and the Baudelaires have accepted that their lives are tragic ones. No one is gonna be there for them but themselves, their books and their smarts and their teeth.

And then they show up at Mr. Benedict's house.

And the Benedicts are an eclectic and odd bunch. There are so many of them, and between the lot of them its so easy to find people who love books and create machines and make excellent food. I can see Klaus's fingers twitching in anticipation to read a new book as soon as Reynie has finished it, and Violet making little mechanical contraptions for Kate's bucket, and Sunny sitting in the kitchen with Moocho all quite happily.

But that's gonna come later. Cause they're tired, and they're wary. And they've had guardians who were kind and clever and good before. And they died, quite horribly, and it just seems safer to not get too attached.

I think it's going to make a difference, the fact that The Mysterious Benedict Society kids are there and they clearly trust these adults. That, or the Baudelaires (and Quagmires, if they're there too), are gonna watch them with a bit of jealousy and longing fostered into their chests until they eventually realise all that love is waiting for them, too.

(I can see them making a quiet pack among themselves, these unfortunate orphans, to run away before harm befalls these grown ups and ruins the lives of more kids. They wouldn't wish this existence on anyone.)

If I'm honest, though. If I'm really honest. The first thing that comes to my mind when I think of an ASOUE and TMBS crossover is one Number Two.

Number Two, who is peculiar and never sleeps and is incredibly talented and who was never listened to growing up.

Maybe Number Two had her own adventures with VFD. Her own unfortunate childhood where she was thrown into a world of grown ups all trying to get the upper hand, where no one was really good or evil and justice was not wrought. Maybe she dreams of her own snakes, and her own fires, and a bad beginning that steamrolled into a malady of a middle and then an erroneous ending.

Like. I can just see it, in my mind. Number Two's justified rage on their behalf, the way she can look at them as a grown up who made it through a childhood of being ignored, and can empathize. She knows how ugly it can feel, to be that desperate and that clever and that lonesome when all the adults in your life who should have been there to help you just fail you abjectly. The way she would tell them never again and mean it fullheartedly.

(The way she can tell them, hey, you'll get through this, and it won't erase all the hurt and the pain but you'll get to be okay anyway, and mean it.)

It's a family who loves Truth. Who holds it as an ideal close to their chests. I think that these unfortunate orphans could use some of that.

(I want Olaf to go to jail, in this AU. I want him to come to the door cleverly disguised, and I want Number Two to smartly, with no hesitation, punch him in his smug face. I want Milligan to come in with his cuffs and his agent connections, and I want Olaf taken away. I want the Baudelaires to never have to see him again, for him to be a sad pitiful man in a cell who never gets the fame and fortune he so desperately desired to fill up that empty hole in his chest with.)

The Bauldalaires make Pasta Puttanesca, a few months in. Mr. Benedict takes them shopping for ingredients- they take a couple of detours to get books and invention supplies, but that's only to be expected. Rhonda offers some tips and tricks that she's picked up over the years with Violet while carefully chopping the onions, and Sticky excitedly chatters with Klaus about a newly published research paper from one of their favourite authors. Constance and Sunny - who are best friends, and appreciate the other's intelligence- happily discuss favourite foods and peculiarities of being young.

The whole family raves over it, delighting at the handmade pasta and complimenting the sauce. Miss Perumal, Moocho, and the Washingtons take care of the after dinner clean up. The kids are shooed upstairs, laughing and talking over one another and stumbling slightly into eachother's space in the narrow halls. None of them mind, not really.

They have they're whole lives ahead of them, after all. It's going to be okay.

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