Ghost From the Past pt. 6
"Danny, why did you bring us to Gotham?" Tucker asks as Danny's trying to show his friends some of his toys, ignoring Tucker's question completely. "Danny?" Sam asks, as he looks to the ground. "Plan J." He whispers as Tucker gets out his phone. "Plan J? How in the hell did you get a meeting with the Justice League?" Sam asks, obviously having no problems swearing in front of a little kid. "JJ." Is all Danny says, as Sam and Tucker stare at him. "Hello, My name's Jason, some people know me better as Red Hood." Jason says as the two friends nod. "Yeah, okay, makes sense." Sam says as Tucker nods. "You guys are awfully calm about all this." Jason says as Sam shrugs. "When you're best friend gets turned half-ghost at 14, and then gets turned back into a baby at 15, you get used to the weird pretty quickly." Sam says as Tucker nods. "When's the meeting?" Tucker asks, as jazz checks her watch. "We're supposed to be to Wayne Mannor in thirty minutes." Jazz says as Tucker nods. "Cool." He says, as Danny crawls into Sam's lap. "Can you guys come?" He whispers as she nods. "Of course, we're coming Danny." Sam says, bouncing him on her knee.
"Miss Nightengale, Mr. Nightengale, Master Jason, and guests, welcome. Master Bruce is in the sitting room." Alfred says as the group comes into the house. "Alfie, this is Tucker and Sam, Danny's friends." Jason says as the group is led to the kids' living room. "Jason, I thought I was just going to be you, Jazz, and Danny." Bruce says as Sam and Tucker look at Bruce Wayne. "He's batman?" Sam asks, as everyone freezes. "Nah that makes sense, remember we had bets." Tucker says as the two look at Danny, he won, and by his smirk he knows it. "Did you have help in placing your bet?" Sam asks as Danny shakes his work. "Pawpaw wouldn't help even if I asked him." Danny says, as he pouts. "Does that mean they bet on all the bats?" Jason asks Jazz as she groans. "I take it you lost?" He asks her as the three turn to Jazz. "No Jazz won at least one of them." Tucker says as Danny looks to Dick. "It is an iconic Ass, for a cheater." Danny says as everyone else laughs as Dick's face becomes red. "What?" He shrieks as Jazz shakes her head. "I'm so sorry." She mumbles as the bats laugh. "Oh my god." Steph weezes as Danny smiles at Jason, who smiles back. "Can he even call you a cheater?" Tim asks, as Danny turns to him. "I was born in Gotham." He says, as he looks a little older then he had a few minutes prior. "Fair, alright, so shall we get to the meeting?" Dick asks, as everyone nods, following the boys down to the cave.
"I am not going in there." Danny says, as he holds Jazz's leg. "Danny, it's the safest way to get to the watchtower." Jason says, as he looks up at Sam and Tucker. "We'll be okay." Sam says, as he nods, holding her hand. "Why'd he freak out at the zetatube?" Tim asks, as Jazz watches the three kids go through the tube. "It looks like the machine that my parents built." She says, as she holds her head up high and walks through.
"Uncle John!" Danny shouts as Constatine turns around to see his niece and nephew. "Danny? Jazz?" He asks, as Danny hugs him. "I didn't know you'd be here." Danny says as John holds him. "You're the reason all hands on deck were called for the JLD?" He asks, as Jazz nods. "I see, so you found your brother, huh, little tyke?" John asks, tickling Danny. "Yeah!" Danny says, as the rest of the justice league is shocked to see John so caring. "I see." John says, as the rest of the bats come through. "Constantine?" Red Hood asks, as John smirks. "Hey there, brother of the ghost king." John says, as Danny is put down, going to Sam and Tucker who are getting the presentation set up. "What do you need me to do?" Danny asks, as sam smiles sadly. "We need you to tell them what the fentons and GIW did to you, Danny." She says, as he nods. "I don wanna." he huffs, as Sam bends down to his hight. "We know you don't wanna talk about it, Danny, and I'm sure the other evidence we have will be enough for them to get started on shutting down the GIW and getting rid of the anti ecto acts, but, if they have a first hand account of what they did to another dimension's ruling monarch, then it'll speed up the process." Sam says, as Danny crosses his arms. "Hey, Danny, you know how you love Martian Manhunter?" Tucker asks, joining their circle. "Yeah?" Danny asks, as Tucker nods. "Do you remember how brave you said he was for telling the world what happened to him?" Tucker asks, as Danny nods slowly. "This is your chance to be brave like him, to tell the world what's happened to you. To get justice and protection for your people." Tucker says, as Danny takes a deep breath and nods. "Otay, I'll tell 'em."
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That's what Christmas means to me
1707 Words | G Rating | Julie and the Phantoms AU
Luke kicks open the door, his keys hanging from his teeth and hands overflowing with bags from the grocery store. “Guys?! A little help?” he calls, words a bit jumbled as they form around his clenched teeth.
Alex appears at the end of the hall and lets out a soft chuckle, “you know you can take multiple trips, right?” He grabs one handful of bags and takes them into the kitchen, leaving Luke to remove his keys from his mouth and redistribute the remaining bags.
“You say that…” Luke replies, trailing after Alex and setting the bags onto the counter.
“How did you even get the door unlocked?”
Luke jazz hands as he answers, “magic!” He’s met with a fond eye roll as they both work on putting the groceries away. “Why’s it so quiet? Where’s Bex.”
“Uhhhh,” Alex hesitates. “You should probably just see for yourself.”
Luke quirks an eyebrow at that but leaves it and finishes up, tying the bags into bows and depositing them in their bag of bags under the sink.
“Does any of this need to go next door?” Alex asks and Luke shakes his head.
“Nope, not this time. We both know I’ll be here pretty much full time for the next two weeks anyway.” It’s their collective Christmas break and they officially have no responsibilities outside of their strange little family until the new year. “How scared should I be to leave the kitchen?” he wonders.
“I think you’ll be ok. Maybe. It’s everyone else I’m worried about.”
Luke cocks his head with a look of combined confusion and curiosity but opts to simply go into the living room. He’s met with what can only be described as a Christmas explosion and can’t help the laugh that erupts out of his throat. Boxes and totes are open throughout the space, they have a half built tree, decorations trail from box to box and beyond. Reggie and Willie are both wrapped in tinsel and garland, each topped with an elf and santa hat, respectively.
“It looks like you let a two year old loose at the north pole,” he says once he’s regained his composure.
“They kind of did,” Alex chimes in from behind him.
“Where IS Bex?” Luke asks again.
“Exploding Christmas wiped her out. She fell asleep,” Reggie explains as he works to detangle some beads.
“Ah! Explains the quiet.”
“Mhm,” Alex hums as he moves over to where Willie is, taking the newly fluffed branches and working to add them to the tree.
“Gonna help or stare?” Willie directs at Luke after a moment.
“Oh, I’m gonna stare. Y’all got yourself into this mess. I’m just here to enjoy it,” he flops onto the couch and props his feet onto the ottoman in front of him, exaggerating his movements obnoxiously. He’s in the middle of reclining back and putting his hands behind his head when he’s hit in the chest with a mass of shimmer.
“You’re going to help,” Reggie tells him, matter of fact. “Detangle those.”
Luke obliges, trying to find the end of the string of baubles that had been thrown at him. “Bex did all of this?!”
“No, they came out of the bin like this. I’m displeased with past me,” Reggie explains.
Luke hums in acknowledgement and continues his task.
“We’re listening to me when we pack shit up this year,” Alex states.
Willie groans, “ugh, but taking everything down and winding it up to be packed away is so tedious.”
“Future us will thank me,” Alex insists. “And you’re telling me that this,” he waves his arms around the space, “isn’t tedious?”
“Point, Alex,” Luke says and Willie responds by sticking their tongue out at him.
The four of them into their tasks, letting a comfortable silence surround them. Alex and Willie get the tree built and lit while Luke and Reggie successfully untangle everything that had needed it, building neat piles of decorations. They’re just able to start wrapping the tree with garland when they hear a small voice from behind the couch.
“Unca ‘Uke! Unca ‘Uke!”
Luke drops what he had been holding and turns to greet the toddler, crouching down to scoop her into his arms as she runs up to him, “hey, Peanut! You sure made a mess with your dads, didn’t you?”
She squeals as he spins her around. He settles her onto his hip and turns back toward the tree. Bex looks toward it and then back at Luke. “Why don’t we let Daddy, Papa, and Nomy do the boring stuff and then we can help hang the pretty things when they’re done?” He directs a questioning look his friends’ way for confirmation and they nod.
Bex excitedly agrees, pushing away from Luke so that he sets her down. She leads him to one of the bins that hadn’t already been emptied and digs into it, pulling out some of their other decor.
Luke offers a small chuckle, taking everything she hands him. “Yeah, we can put these out while we wait.” He trails behind her as she sets out the decorations throughout the apartment: singing animatronic snowmen wind up in the doorway to the kitchen, a dancing snowman is set just outside her bedroom, Luke guides her to place the doormat in the entry hall, and various bells are placed on the first doorknobs she encounters. When they return to the living room lootless, the others are almost done wrapping the tree.
“You know what we’re missing,” he directs to Bex.
“MUSIC!” she cheers and he laughs.
“Yeah, you know what’s up. Music! You gonna help?”
She nods vigorously, “I help!”
Luke digs through the various boxes until he finds what he’s looking for, their small record collection of Christmas music. He calls Bex over, not that she ever drifts far from his side when she’s around, and her eyes widen in excitement.
“I pick?”
Luke nods, “yeah, you pick. What should we listen to?”
Bex sifts through the records, as gently as she’s capable of considering her age, pulls out a bright purple album and hands it to Luke who can’t help but laugh.
“When did we get Cee Lo Green’s Christmas album?”
“Probably Willie,” Alex mutters.
“Yep! That was me,” Willie readily agrees, “I saw it at a thrift store last year and couldn’t not.”
“Sounds about right,” Luke laughs as he walks over to the record player, letting Bex lead him through the process and stepping in where she needs help. “We’ll get you rocking properly one day,” he tells her softly as he places the record on the turntable.
He was apparently still loud enough to be heard because Reggie coughs out a laugh of his own, “you have her trained on how to properly handle records and operate the record player, what more are you wanting from her?”
“Luke’s in charge of potty training, by the way,” Alex chimes in from the other side of the tree before muttering an addition, “the only person she’ll actually listen to.”
Willie and Reggie utter grunts of agreement, still battling their ongoing bitterness at her very obvious preference for the only one of them who was adamant he was not parent material.
“I’ll laugh my ass off if she grows up refusing to listen to what you like,” Willie directs back toward Luke.
Luke makes an affronted sound as he scoops Bex into his arms, “she would NEVER!”
She giggles at him as he tries to help form her hand into devil’s horns. “Rock and roll forever! Right, Peanut?”
“Ro’ ‘n roll!” she agrees heartily.
Alex sighs before moving them on, “we’re ready for you.”
“Hear that, Bex? We’re up!”
The five of them work through the various ornaments and candy canes, letting Bex place anything that isn’t fragile where she can reach and the others trying to counter balance her heavy hand through the rest of the tree. They fall into various song and dance breaks as Cee Lo Green plays in the background meaning that their task takes them significantly longer than it might otherwise but none of them mind. Their little family is just happy to have this time together.
When they’ve finally finished with the tree, Reggie crouches down to hand Bex the star. “This is a very important job, Munchkin. Can you handle it?”
Bex nods vigorously, taking the star from Reggie.
“OK, Daddy is gonna lift you up cuz he’s the tallest. You just have to put it on the very tippy top!”
Bex nods again. “Tippy top!” she confirms before running over to Alex who scoops her up and leans her toward the top of the tree. She gives placing the star her best effort but Alex has to help smush the branches together so it settles on nicely. Once they’re satisfied, he props her on his hip as he steps back, letting Willie plug it into the strand of lights.
“You ready? Alex asks Bex and she nods. Luke makes his way over to the switch for the overhead lights and Reggie takes his position at the outlet behind the tree. They are almost in sync as the room goes dark, only to be illuminated by the lights of the tree.
“Ooooohhh!” Bex coos as her eyes widen at the sight.
Willie and Reggie make their way over to where Alex and Bex are, crowding in on either side of them and Luke digs out his phone to take a picture.
Willie tugs on the hem of Alex’s sweater, pulling harder when they get his attention so that he leans down for a kiss.
Bex watches them intently, impatiently speaking up when they separate. “Kiss Bex!”
The adults laugh and they each pepper her face with kisses of their own until she’s squealing and pushing them away.
“Merry Christmas, family,” Reggie says wistfully as he takes everyone in.
“Merry Christmas, Reg,” the others echo back.
“Merry Chrismus, Papa!” Bex cheers, reaching out to him. He takes her from Alex and wraps her into a tight hug. It takes less than a moment for three additional pairs of arms to join the hug and they relish in the short moment of peace and togetherness they’ve allowed themselves.
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