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noforkingclue · 2 years

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Can i ask for a eleventh or tenth doctor fic ? So reader and doctor have been travelling for a while then one day, they decided to take a rest or sth and drop reader off back to earth her home ? A few weeks later doctor came back to pick up reader and found out that she was abused by her family and doctor was very mad and instantly took reader away and promised her that he won’t leave her again ?

I chose the 11th Doctor for this as he's my favourite. I've also been re-watching his era and really enjoying it!

Title: I'll Always Protect You

Warnings: abusive parents

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“So, where to now?”

The Doctor flicked a lever on the TARDIS console and spun around to face you. He gave you a big grin as you leaned against the railings and folded your arms.

“Earth or a different planet,” he said, slowly walking towards you, “Past, future or present. No, wait, forget present. Why would you want to do that? Nothing ever exciting happens. It’s boring, dull. We’re in a time machine that can go anywhere. Anywhere at all, y/n. Just tell me where you want to go any I’ll take you there.”

“Actually, present.”

“Present,” the Doctor wrinkled his nose, “Why?”

“I want to go home.”

The Doctor froze and an unfamiliar look flashed across his face. For a second you swore that it was a flash of hurt.

“Just for a short while,” you added quickly, worried about hurting your friend, “I just need a rest, that’s all. Feel like it’s been all go for ages and I just need some time to rest and recover.”

“Right.”

The Doctor swiftly turned his back on you and marched towards the console.

“Home it is for you! Although,” he once again spun around and clapped his hands, “if it’s rest you want I know the perfect place!”

“Doc,” you smiled as you walked towards him, “Even relaxing trips always end up with us either running for our lives or helping people out. I just need some time on Earth.”

You punched in the address for your place into the console and rested your head against the Doctor’s shoulder.

“It won’t be for long,” you said, “Just a couple of weeks.”

With you gone the TARDIS was strangely empty. The Doctor had become used to your presence and he was getting impatient waiting for your rest to be over. He knew that he could pop forward two weeks and see you but that would be cheating. Besides, you always seemed to know when he did that. But the Doctor couldn’t help it, he was longing to see you again. He had made a list of all the places he was going to take you, although first he was going to have to pick you up.

The TARDIS landed with a shuddered and the Doctor practically ran towards the doors. He flung them open and grinned, expecting to see your familiar, beautiful face waiting for him. However, the smile quickly disappeared when he realised you weren’t there. With a frown he left the TARDIS and walked around the park the two of you agreed to meet at. He quickly pushed down the worried feeling that something might’ve happened to you. You were human after all. Not every species had perfect time keeping.

“Get the hell back here, young lady! I haven’t finished talking to you!”

The Doctor’s eyes narrowed at the sound of yelling. He looked behind his TARDIS and felt a sense of relief to see you rapidly approaching, which quickly disappeared when he saw the person following you. His eyes narrowed at the angry expression on her face and you gave him a desperate look.

“Y/n,” the woman barked, “Who’s this?”

“Mum,” you said quietly, “This is the Doctor. He’s a friend.”

“Friend,” your mother sneered, “Since when did you have friends. You spend most of your time locked up in your room. You don’t go out enough to have friends. How did you even meet?”

“At… work.”

“Well,” your mother looked the Doctor up and down, “What prospects does he have working in a shithole like you do. What type of doctor doesn’t work in a hospital?”

“Y/n,” the Doctor’s voice was low and dangerous, “Get in the TARDIS.”

“But-“ you said

“Now.” He said

You glanced between the Doctor and your mother before disappearing inside the TARDIS. Your mother took a step forward but the Doctor was quicker. He moved to block her path and glared down at her, his face eerily blank.

“Stay out of her life.” He said

“Excuse me?” your mother recoiled, “I am her mother. You do not get to tell me how to live my life or how to treat my daughter.”

“You will leave her alone.”

“Or what?”

“Or,” the Doctor smiled at her but there was no warmth, “I will destroy your life.”

Your mother hesitated and the Doctor leant down and whispered,

“Do not test me. You’ve hurt someone very dear to me. Even worse, that person you’ve hurt is your own daughter.”

“I can-“

“No,” the Doctor’s voice turned harsh, “You do not get to treat her like that because she’s your daughter. You are meant to love and protect her and you’ve done the opposite. Now, you’re going to stay out of her life.”

“And if I don’t?”

“I know people who can, and will, destroy your life.”

“Because you tell them to?” she sneered

“Yes, because I tell them to. Do not test me. I will do anything to protect those I care about. So stay away from her. Understand?”

Your mother held the Doctor’s gaze for a second before nodding curtly. The Doctor’s grin turned cheerful as he stood up straight.

“Good,” he said and clapped her hands, “Great conversation.”

The Doctor turned on his heel and marched into the TARDIS, leaving your mother spluttering in shock. You looked up nervously as the Doctor walked silently to the console.

“What did you say to her?” you asked

The Doctor didn’t say anything as he took off. You fell over and gripped the side of the TARDIS to steady yourself.

“Doctor-“

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?”

You closed your eyes at the sound of the Doctor’s voice. The pain was evident and you hugged yourself tightly as the Doctor gripped the console.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked

“I… I didn’t want to bother you,” you said quietly, “You have so much going on that more important-“

“No!”

The Doctor turned around suddenly and marched towards you. You flinched at how loud his voice was and regret crossed his face. He took a step back and ran a hand through his hair.

“Don’t ever say that you’re not important,” he said, “You’re the most important person in my life. I don’t want you to worry. You’ll never have to go back to that house again. You’ll never have to spend another minute with that woman ever again.”

“But where will I live?”

“Don’t worry,” the Doctor raised his hands and when you nodded he put his hands on your shoulders, “I can help with that. Ever heard of UNIT?”

“But why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Oh y/n,” he gave you a sad smile, “Isn’t it obvious?”

#tw: abusive parents #fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #request #the doctor #doctor x reader #eleventh doctor #eleventh doctor x reader

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tamtam-go92 · 1 year

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Monday

The Group House is always full of life with seven girls that couldn't be more different. Some felt more drawn to each other while others stayed away from each other. Only Holly, the newest addition, had always the feeling she would never really fit into this group. Though she had no idea all the girls tried to deal with their demons.

Holly was so glad, she had Maribel though. Miss Voyante said, it was okay to love another girl. She would make sure Maribel and Holly could meet in peace (as long as they weren't too inappropriate) and Holly was so glad about this. But not all of her house mates were as understanding as Miss Voyante.

Leti: Urg, look at you two freaks! That's so disgusting!

Holly didn't even see Leti attack her girlfriend the moment she went to use the bathroom...

Claire had to deal with other problems too. A Mrs. Davenport, a mother of three and recently widowed, had a breakdown on their porch as she was trying to hear if there would be an opening for her only daughter Taffy (there wasn't) and Maribel's step-dad asked for a four eyes conversation.

David: Listen, Miss Voyante, I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me and my partner. We support Maribel and only want her to be happy. But she tends to spend a lot of time out of our house at the moment and... I guess you can understand that we would like to keep a closer eye on our children? Claire: Of course Mr. King. But Maribel is in a difficult age now, she has to find her place in the world and she's going through a really difficult phase now. She lost her dad, she got a step-father and a half sibling, she found out she's homosexual. That's a lot to process for a young girl so please give her the time she needs. Be assured, that she's safe in my house. I keep a close eye on all the girls.

Well her eyes couldn't be everywhere and the quiet Hope was causing more problems than it would seem to the outside.

That night Holly had to sleep on the sofa in the hobby room. Money was tight for the program and a new bed couldn't be afforded at the moment... She didn't care though. Everywhere was better than with her parents.

#the sims 2 #the custom uberhood #emerald heights #group home family #claire voyante #maddy kroud #hope defirrd #leti go #rose airey #paige turner #ronda corner #holly wood #david king #maribel montes #pearl davenport #round 1 #tw: homophobia #tw: abusive parents

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spottedside · 10 months

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Some more Aaron angst BUT IT DOES GET BETTER. TW for abusive parents, eating disorders and maybe OCD if thats a tw

Since the incident with Bianca, Aaron's family only got more hostile. When they realized they were nonbinary, they were shunned. Their parents didnt have a lot of money already, so their resentment for their child left them going hungry a lot of the time. When they did eat, they were constantly scolded and demeaned.

After a long time, Aaron managed to get a scholarship to a college due to their hard work. They moved away. Their parents always lingered with them, though.

Even now, they didn't eat. They had other things to do, other things to pay for. If the pain got intense enough, they'd dig through a small box and eat a granola bar or a slim jim. If they were lucky, they'd occasionally let themselves cook up a bowl of ramen in the microwave.

They could never control their life. They couldn't control their situation. They couldn't control how their parents treated them or where they lived, who they lived with or how they presented.

Now they could.

Their parents had beat it into their head that they weren't good enough, that they didn't deserve everything they were given. So they refused themselves that all the same. They controlled it.

They were always a little thin, but people started getting concerned at how thin they really were. They started wearing loose clothes, which wasn't what they preferred, but they were lucky to have clothes at all, weren't they? That's what mom and dad would say. They could control how they dressed now, and they could cover up their pain.

Eventually, Bianca got back in touch.

Aaron was about to graduate college and only had some funds saved for an apartment. They graduated, and Bianca let them move in with her.

She helped them recover from starving themselves. They were severely underweight at that point, and weren't sure of the last time they'd ever had a full meal. Even as they almost got back up to a healthy weight, they'd still restrict themselves.

They'd eat whenever food was given to them; it was rude to reject things, especially from family. However they didn't eat much outside of that. Now, again, their living space wasn't in their control. But it was Bianca. Someone they trusted.

Even then, they felt they needed to control everything. They needed to control their living space, their eating, their dressing, their job, their sleep, their entire life. They could now. They were away from their parents and they could control everything.

They didn't stay with Bianca for long, just long enough to get a little better and buy their own small house, not far from Bianca's place. Now alone, they could control everything. Their house was particularly placed, their schedule was precise and followed through exactly, and if anyone wanted to hang out, they would have to plan it out in advance. They controlled who they spoke to as well to the best of their ability, routing their day to only encounter those who wouldn't wreck their day. Everything in their office was organized, and if it wasn't they would drop everything and put it back into place.

That's why when Rick showed up, they didn't know how to feel. He completely ruined their tight schedule. He'd mess things up, put them out of place, disrupt their schedule by talking with them and getting them to do things not planned. It was irritating, it sent them into intense stress, and yet... they admired him.

Rick lived his life so carefree, so casually. He didn't mind what went where, just as long as he could find it again. He ate when he was hungry, he slept when he was tired, he had fun when he was bored. He was a free man.

That's when it hit them. This life wasn't normal, it wasn't natural. It made them feel better, the control, but was it really making them happy?

They broke their schedule themselves one day. They drove over to Bianca's after everything had been weighing down on them. They talked it through with her, explaining how tight of a grip they had on their own throat.

Bianca was there to support them. They gave them a lead, saying they might have OCD, and told them to go find a therapist somewhere.

Therapy was good to Aaron.

They'd talked about their family, their eating disorder, their tense and planned out life. They'd been diagnosed with OCD and anorexia and began treatment.

That's when they could really enjoy the people around them.

Wheatley was nice, if a bit dense, but well-intended nonetheless, and his sudden tangents didn't set them off anymore. Solar was enthusiastic and, though naive, never failed to brighten most of a room with their obsessive yet endearing rants. Virgil was someone they already liked, but they could really appreciate his optimism and could understand his job better now. Working with injured robots comes with very sudden jobs, but Virgil worked very well under that and Aaron could see why he enjoyed it.

They'd gotten closer to Bianca through everything. They were close as children, but now they could really appreciate Bianca's support, even if she was rough around the edges. After all, weren't they, too? Who wouldn't be coming from a family like theirs? They talked a lot more, about family and just in general.

Bianca put her posters and magazines back up. She bought new makeup. She even bought new nail polish. Aaron picked out purple. They could express themselves now, finally, though they didn't think they'd want to try again with red. It didn't suit them anyways.

They'd come to realize they admired Rick a little more than they once thought. He was funny, he was free, he was stupid in the most lovable way. He was spontaneous and loud and carefree. He was everything they wanted.

By some miracle, Rick admired them all the same. He admired their serious undertones and good planning skills outside of the over-controlling ones that had harmed their life.

The two got together.

Slowly, Aaron learned to trust Rick in his ideas, his adventures, his life. For the first time in a long time, Aaron relaxed. They had opened up to Rick about their issues and Rick helped them to cut out the things that hurt them.

Rick often took them out to eat and was a bit messier. Aaron still liked their environment to be tidy, but their intense control and stress over it had faded away through therapy and through the others that supported them.

After everything that happened, they finally found a balance in their life. After everything, they were happy.

#tw: ed #tw: ocd #tw: abusive parents #tw: abuse mention

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just-positivity-stuff · 2 years

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#tw: child abuse #topuc: child abuse #tw: physical abuse #topic: physical abuse #tw: emotional abuse #topic: emotional abuse #tw: abusive parents #tw: abusive parenting

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scarefox · 2 years

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Vegas relationship with his dad (and Pete with his dad) was such a good, realistic but also sad and way too close to home depiction of children with (emotional) abusive parents.

Like, even though they hurt you and treat you like the worst thing that happened to them sometimes, you still try and grasp at every opportunity to get on their good side again. Because every time you manage to act to their liking you get a crumb of approval. But deep down you know you can do and bend however you want, it will never be enough to keep that positive impression constant. (at least Pete realised that)

Which also makes you cling hard to everything that gives you acceptance and affection. Which can be pets or siblings or other people.

The way Vegas eyes lit up with hope when his father gave him the gun and the lead. He was ready to betray the main family (except Pete) and even Porsche, who he sort of became on-and-off friends with, just to be approved by his father. Even after the realization Pete brought to him, that his father is trash.

And the way Vegas still cried for his dead father.... A sentence that sticked to me, which I read years ago about toxic parents and why children still cry over their death, even though they might hate their parents: You don’t cry over losing an abusive parent, you cry over losing a loving and accepting parent you never had the chance to get.

And the whole cycle of abuse that got laid open with Gun crying over his own dad being a bad father (as well) and how his brother is just the same as he was.

Anyways, the KinnPorsche writers really did their homework on the whole psychology and trauma department. And I absolutely love it when stories do that right.

#some thoughts I had during the Vegas parts of that episode #tw: abusive parents #KinnPorsche #ep14

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borathae · 1 year

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my dear, dear Sibi... I hope this year has been treating you with love and adoration. Thank you for the effort you put in your writings: every single piece of yours is a gem of unique beauty — thank you!

You've created such a warm and safe place one can't help but unload what's in their heart: I live in a conservative country and this statement comes with all of its consequences. I am a student and a part-time worker who's trying to pay off all her tuition. In my country children don't move out of their family home until they get married, both sons and daughters, thus, I still live with my parents. I am 24 and where I live girls usually get married in their late teens (18, 19) or early twenties (21-24). I myself am still single and have never been in a relationship or any kind of situationship. The truth is — I have never even had a real life crush on someone and no one has ever been interested in me. It's mutual ignorance between me and the rest of the world. I don't know how to say this but I detest the men in my country. You might think that this is an exaggeration but I have never met any man of my nationality that wasn't accumulation of a handful toxic traits. That's how our society (in my country) raises men. I don't want that for me. But, on the other hand, I can't even leave my motherland for it's very problematic to get a visa. My country is a prison out of which one can only escape either by death or an enormous amount of money (the former is closer to me). This past year, all of my relatives have started pestering me to get married and have kids, even my parents "joke" about it. Their constant talks are doing my head in. They are even thinking about "arranging" a relationship for me. And, as it seems, they've already found a candidate. My dilemma is: on one hand, I want to stand my ground and get married only when I find my true love (most preferably a foreigner because I refuse to start a family in my country, no child should be born here). But on the other hand, I feel like such a burden for my family. This constant talks about me needing to get married made me feel as if I'm unwanted in my home and that they think it's time for them to shake my weight of off them. I feel like a parasite.

Stuck in between these two boulders, I know not how to move or where to go. I'm sorry for ranting like this (and I apologize for my mistakes since English is not my first language and I'm a self-taught speaker). It's just... I've got no one to talk to...and our parasocial sisterhood feels very safe and warm to me.

Once again, thank you for listening and ... thank you for everything 🌻

I think this is a topic I can't properly give advise on as I lack experience on it and therefore I don't want to say something that could offend your culture because I sounded insensitive and uneducated.

I really do hope that you will find happiness, my love. Truly you deserve to feel happy. And I can also relate with "have to live for your parents instead for yourself". Those feelings are really burdening and it is completely valid that you feel dragged down by it! Truly, I wish you lots of strength and happiness, my dear and if you want to rant about stuff, my inbox is always open!

Also if someone has more experience and knowledge in that topic, feel free to leave your kind words in the comments 💜

#asks #🌻anon #tw: abusive parents #tw: negativity

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scorpion-flower · 1 year

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I want to kill my mother, I want to kill my mother, I WANT TO KILL MY MOTHER.

#she deserves to be in pain #the only thing she is good at #is sucking the joy out of everything and be a waste of oxygen #scorpion-flower #we were the kings and the queues #tw: abusive parents

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blackbird-brewster · 1 year

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heyyyyyy..... So I feel like I'm having an identity crisis. I think I'm having a hard time letting go of who I was as a child to emotionally abusive parents. I still want them to like me, but I'm exhausted by the thought of them. I want to be all angry and shit. But I don't mind being polite and nice. uuuuugggghhhh

Sorry, I know you're not a therapist. I'm just ticked off at the moment and I want to move very far away and never talk to them again. And vent to a rad person who wouldn't judge me.

Oof, Anon. That sounds like things are really difficult right now. I'm sorry you're going through that.

This is basically exactly the same situation I went through. My parents did undeniable emotional damage and trauma to me through childhood. My mother continued to do so until I did exactly what you said...

I packed up everything I owned and moved across the world and didn't look back. I kept in touch for a few more years and thought I could handle it but unfortunately, the only way to ensure she stopped causing me harm altogether was cutting her out of my life.

June will be 2 years since then and I am honestly so much better for it. I'm also a grown adult and I know that when you're younger you don't have the ability to cut off family who may still be supporting you financially or whatnot

Just know you are not alone, Anon. I love you so much and I am so proud of you for getting through this. You're right, I may not be a therapist, but I would really suggest finding someone (you trust) who you can talk to in real life about these things. Take care of yourself x

#Anon #Reply post #tw: abuse #tw: childhood trauma #Tw: abusive parents

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myglassesareinkansas · 10 months

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So alcoholism runs in my family. I have health issues along with that that make alcohol a Bad Idea for me. I also generally don’t like the taste

This means that I do mocktails when I go out with family or friends bc mocktails are fun and they taste good and I don’t have to be concerned about where my headspace is or if I’m driving or will this backfire on my health

But what this also means is my mom acts like even getting mocktails is a sin, as if I’m only allowed to order Sprite or water at a restaurant even though I’m almost 23

#k rants #tw: abusive parents #like bro i don’t even drink alcohol get off my back #we went to a bar today with my siblings and my mom made sure that i only ordered water #and i was like ‘you literally did not have to say anything bc they don’t have mocktails here’#but also it’s so frustrating bc my siblings drink and that’s fine but i?? can’t even have a mocktail?????#nothing makes me want to drink beer or wine more than talking to my mom

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too-much-tma-stuff · 2 months

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Finally getting help (prt 4)

Masterpost

The bats worked through the night, coordinating and researching everything that needed to be done. Distortion showed up on the camera which they assumed was Vlad trying to get in but he didn’t manage it. After he finished trying from multiple angels including somehow from directly above (well Zatana did say invisibility, intangibility, and flight were the minimal powers they should expect from creatures of the infinite realms.) He turned human again and spent a long time banging on their front door.

He tried to call the cops but commissioner Gordon called Bruce directly to get the full story then told Vlad it could be dealt with in the morning. Zatana was also coordinating people heading to Amity, a full on raid of the GIW, and the Fentons.

Batman and Superman were collecting all the information that the raid team was sending out and workshopping public statements they could sent out to the public and the government about the unacceptable things they had found and the steps the JL was taking to fix it. The government was not going to be happy they knew, with the JL ‘over-stepping’ into their business and actually getting the word out about the atrocities a branch of their government and their pet scientists had been planning. The JL needed to get out ahead of it before the narrative could be twisted against them.

It was first thing in the morning when they did a live broadcast from the watchtower with Batman, Superman, and Zatana telling the world about the parallel world existing harmlessly along side their own, and the way the government tried to exploit it. The atrocities committed under the name of the Anti-Ecto acts with the ignorance of the public as a cover.

It was at the same time that Constantine, Dick, and Cas were raiding the Fenton’s home. Of course they were armed, but so were the bats, and they were used to fighting people who were armed. It wasn’t a particularly hard fight.

A redhead was sitting wide eyed at the kitchen table. “Can’t we just have one normal day!” She suddenly snapped but she was glaring at her parents, standing up and slamming her hands on the table. “First you send Danny away with Vlad even though you KNOW they hate each other and it’s a school day and now this! What did you do to bring the heroes down on us!?”

“I don’t know Jazzybear!” Jack half whined as he was forced into power supressing cuffs to neutralize his minor super strength and sat down in the living room.

“I’m sure this is just a misunderstanding, don’t worry sweetie,” Maddie added, both of them were dressed in jump suits which did not help their supervillain vibes.

“it’s not a mistake mate, you’ve been messing with shit you really shouldn’t. And that portal in your basement is a fucking beacon welcoming a war. You’ve gone unchecked for too god damn long, we’re taking over things now.” Constantine told them before stalking down into the basement with Tim on his heels, Batman would be joining them as soon as they were done their press conference.

Cas stayed to watch the parents and Dick approached Jazz gently. “Hey can I talk to you in private please? It’s about your brother,” He said gently and she stiffened immediately. Looking at him in a way that made him feel like she could see straight into his soul and froze him to the spot. After a moment though she just sighed and nodded, beckoning to him to follow her upstairs, to a room that was probably Danny’s not her own. She sat on his bed and grabbed a bear that had been sitting on the edge, waving for him to sit at the desk.

“So, what do you know?” She asked with a sigh.

“Well, last night Vlad took Danny to a Wayne Gala, one of Bruce’s daughter Cas is really good with body language and clocked that something was wrong so she and one of the other kids got him away from Vlad and out of the party. I guess he really needed some adult support because he broke down and told them a lot, about the Phantom thing, the ghosts and… something you’re not going to like. But first I want you to know he’s safe, Bruce Wayne is a licensed foster parent and he’s taking good care of Danny, you can come live with them too if you want.

“We’re going to deal with the ghosts and the GIW and everything else now, I can’t promise by the end of this you won’t need somewhere else to go. I have a feeling if Batman and the Martian family have anything to say about this your parents will end up in prison for their unethical experiments.”

“As long as Danny is okay,” Jazz said firmly. “I was only staying to take care of him anyway, just get me emancipated and a scholarship for Gotham U so I can study while still being close to him I’ll be fine. I’m almost 18 as it is.”

Dick nodded, she was a smart and driven girl, she knew what she wanted, he could respect that. “Now, the thing you won’t like…” he trailed off and took a deep breath. “Danny is pregnant.”

“What!?“ Jazz blanched, gaping at him for a long minute. “That can’t be right! I mean I knew he was trans but he’s usually only interested in girls, how would he even-“ She cut off her eyes widening. “It was Vlad wasn’t it?” She gritted out with an expression the promised excruciating violence.

“Yes,” Dick said shifting awkwardly in his chair.

“Right.” Jazz said and got up, coldly calm. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be right back.” She grabbed a baseball bat from next to Danny’s bed that seemed to be glowing slightly then marched to the other side of the room, opened a cabinet and pulled out two odd looking guns. Before Dick could say much of anything she had vaulted out of the window and taking off down the street.

“Oh dear,” Dick muttered faintly before heading back downstairs. “Hey Cas can we turn on the news, some sort of local station?” He asked. Cas nodded and searched around for the remote, turning it on to find the channel was already on local news.

Vlad was already on there, talking about how it was awful Bruce Wayne had Kidnapped a local child Danial Fenton, and he could not be allowed to get away with this just because he was rich! But that didn’t last long, they watched for a few minutes before a blur of red hair and blue rushed past the camera.

“YOU TOUCHED MY BROTHER YOU CREEP!” Jazz said as she came out swinging and she must have quite the arm because her first swing sent him nearly flying off the stage. He scrambled to get up as she lunged at him again.

“Now Jasmine you’ve clearly been misinformed, I didn’t do anything-“ His muffled voice was cut off as she swung the bat again and he yelped as she hit him in the stomach.

“YOU GOT HIM PREGNANT! YOU DID THIS! YOU SHOULD BEHIND BARS NOT BEHIND A PODIUM YOU FROOTLOOP!” She shrieked as she swung again and this time he managed to dodge. The cameras following them as Jazz chased him down the street, the sound of his supplications and her shrieking fading out as they became more and more distant.

It took a frantic moment for the camera angle to switch to something else, maybe a drone, which was able to follow them down the street.

“You Don’t UNDERSTAND! I didn’t want to hurt him! I just wanted a perfect son! If he had just agreed to be my son none of this would have happened! When I knew it failed I told him to let them die!” Vlad yelled at her, though that did NOT seem to comfort Jazz at all. She had devolved into shrieking book titles like curses as she chased him with the bat and shot at him with the guns though her aim didn’t seem very good.

Well they had him admitting to it on camera now. As he watched a new actor joined the fray, a girl in a red jumpsuit holding a blaster.

“You did what to Danny!?” She demanded as she pointed the blaster at Vlad.

“Oh cheespuffs!” Vlad breathed, his eyes widening as Jazz trailed off letting who must be Red Huntress take over the chase as Vlad shouted about how he had made her! He had given her her weapons she couldn’t use them against him! Which did not seem to be stopping her.

The camera fuzzed out for just a second and then Valery was chasing a ghost with red eyes and a white outfit. Cas was laughing silently at the show and both of the Fenton parents seemed to be in shock. A few minutes later Jazz walked back in through the front door looking tired.

“Turn that off please,” she sighed as she put the bat down.

“Of course,” Cas agreed and picked up the remote again, turning off the tv.

“Vlad didn’t actually do that, did he Jazzy?” Jack asked softly, he sounded so hurt, as if he had any fucking right!

Jazz looked at him blankly. “How many times have we tried to warn you about him? How many times has Danny told you he didn’t feel safe with Vlad? But as usual you couldn’t see past your own desires. I’m going to go see if the trenchcoat guy needs any help getting into your files,” She sighed before vanishing downstairs.

Dick glanced at Cas, and then followed them, she would have no trouble watching the Fentons and staying quiet whereas Dick felt like he was about to explode. Batman joined them before long and between the three of them they shut the bulkheads on the portal and locked them, secured dangerous chemicals and devices, and downloaded everything they could. There were plenty of prototypes and blueprints, and stuff that could generously be called research.

It was obvious these people were geniuses but it was even more obvious that at some point they had become careless and obsessive. Half of the writing on the blueprints wasn’t legible, dangerous chemicals were not in proper containment, and the weapons were not locked up. Looking at all of this it wasn’t surprising that two of the people they had been involving in their research suffered exposure, it was a surprise more hadn’t. It was easy to tell when Bruce came down he was horrified, it was in the way he froze when he saw the lab, as if his brain was struggling to process just how irresponsible the Fenton parents had been.

“You must be Jazz, it’s nice to meet you. Danny speaks highly of you,” He finally rebooted to say when she waved at him.

“I love my little brother, I always did the best I could to keep him safe from… all this,” Jazz said gesturing at the lab with a sigh. “I wish it had done any good.”

“You did plenty of good,” Dick put in. “Trust me, to a kid having someone care about them can make all the difference.

“All those nights I patched him up after he came back from fighting ghosts. He healed fast but still. I can’t believe… he’s already been through so much and we knew Vlad was up to something! Ellie said she was our cousin but she looked just like him, I should have kept a closer eye on-” She cut off and shook her head. “He’s a good kid, of course if he couldn’t give the babies up, even if it would be better for them if he did. I hope he knows I’d support him either way, I hope he didn’t not tell me because he thought I’d be upset at Him.”

“I’m sure he didn’t,” Dick assured her gently. “Being a big sibling is hard, I know. But trust me you’re doing a great job, better than I did with my brothers,” he said, patting her shoulder. “You can ask him yourself later though. We have a lot to get done today to make sure he’s safe.”

She nodded stubbornly and doubled down on her work, directing them occasionally to where she knew they’d find more weapons or logs. She knew her way around the lab to a disturbing extent.

Bruce and Dick both got a notification from Agent A saying that after a substantial sleep in Danny had woken up and was having breakfast. He seemed worried about the family but he was taking it alright, especially since he knew they were busy people. It did motivate Dick to clear things up as soon as they could so that they could get back to Danny though. The last thing he needed was More stress!

They had plenty of evidence of the Fenton parents breaking the law to call the police and have them taken away which gave them all the time they needed to strip the house. They got everything they could and decided to leave Constantine at the house to watch the portal until they could figure out how to shut it down completely without causing any damage. It seemed unstable so they didn’t want to risk it just now, especially without Danny’s input because according to Jazz Danny had made genuine connections in the Infinite Realms.

They wrapped up this stage of the investigation before dinner after being up for about 36 hours. Of course they weren’t Done, there was still plenty to do investigating the government, how they’d gotten away with this and if they had any other nasty tricks up their sleeve. They’d have to manage any backlash from this unilateral move, and they’d have to figure out what to tell the public about Danny since Bruce would be fostering him. But all that could be done after having a family dinner with their new brother and a nap.

part 5

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Young Justice is always a little...concerned. With Phantom's living situation. Now they're outright afraid for him, and Bart has decided it's time to Ask An Adult.

It was the little quips. The tiny little things. Stuff that didn't seem to matter to Phantom at all, or appeared to be normal for him, that he didn't realize weren't normal at all.

"Oh, better not hope my mom catches me." "Doing what, staying out past bedtime?" "Nah, using my powers; she'd vivisect me!"

"Another stab wound. Great." "Don't worry Phantom, I've got the med kit-" "Oh, I'm not a baby or anything, I can handle it just fine. Just gimme a sec to take it out."

"My dad has better aim than that." "...Like, when he's hunting, right?" "...At what other times would he be shooting at me?"

"Huh. Not as bad as my parents place. Look; they have a decontamination shower!" "Phantom, this lab has been vandalized to the point of needing a hazmat suit." "Did I stutter?"

Finding out each others identities did nothing to soothe the worry. Tim quietly told the others that every time he tried to run facial recognition, he kept hitting a government firewall he couldn't breach. Phantom never told them his last name, just his first, and 'Danny' is super common.

The thing that really did it though, the thing that made Bart snap and run off to ask Max, was when Danny had a nightmare.

He was talking in his sleep.

"No. Don't-stop. Stoooop. I need...my skin. Mom, no. You can't...peel off...my skin..."

Bart didn't even wait for them to wake Danny up before he was standing in front of Max, talking a mile a minute as he tried to figure out what to do, with Wally staring in horror over a plate of waffles as he computed everything that Bart was saying.

~~~~~~

Danny had a dream about his mom and Skulker arguing about how to skin him. He wouldn't really call it a nightmare, because it was just Skulker, but the scariest thing was Skulker insisting to his mom that it was possible to skin him with a potato peeler. Dream mom was arguing that it was not, and that from a scientific standpoint that was a really piss poor way to preserve a specimen.

He hadn't been begging them to stop hurting him, he'd been whining at them to knock it off.

But when he wakes up, it's to a room full of worried friends and an old man who calls himself Max.

"Kid, I think we need to talk."

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #first convo was with cassie #second was with bart #third was with kon #fourth was with tim #max is fully prepared to take in another kid #bart is fully prepared to share #wally went to dick to ask him to put his detective training to work and find phantom's parents #wally was just visiting max #catching up #shooting the shit #when suddenly bart comes in and just trauma dumps about one of the other young justice heroes #who is apparently in a super abusive situation #and probably needs help #body horror tw #skinning tw #but only mentioned in the context of a super weird dream #danny's living situation COULD use some improvements #but it's not as bad as everyone thinks #anti ecto acts are still a thing #but as long as danny is with young justice the GIW leave him alone so #eh #not like they're good at their jobs anyways #max is about to blow his mind with the following information #“you are not okay. it's okay to not be okay. but kid. you need help and we're offering.”

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