Oh cool
Also, in that case, how about a fic where after the events of the manga, Kid starts taking his stress and grief (and some of that trauma from being kidnapped) out on Spirit, telling him it's all his fault because he didn't do his job in the first place and stick beside his father like he was supposed to. Mostly because he can't bare the thought that he himself might be responsible :)
I got reeeeeally carried away with the angst on this one! So we're definitely giving some warnings for it! Thank you for the request!! <3 And your endless patience!
Post-Manga angst with Spirit and Kid
Warnings: Alcoholism, heavy swearing, drunk rage
*Ending up to interpretation on whether it's positive or negative*
Spirit was used to being lashed out against. He didn’t always make the best decisions in life, but he was also in a highly stressful and dangerous position. It took a lot of mental fortitude to be in his position. The thoughts of the enemy never bothered him. Why would he give the time of day to the thoughts of his targets? It did hurt though, whenever his daughter rejected him, or when one of his coworkers decided to point out anything that wasn’t up to their standards, or when Lord Death wouldn’t take him seriously.
He had some rough days, but nothing a night out drinking on his day off couldn’t fix for him. Though he hated to admit it, after the final battle for the academy, he found himself going to the bars more than once a week. He found that every night was becoming more and more rough and that on top of his rocky relationship with Maka, the most stressful part about work now was interacting with Kid, who had become his new boss since Lord Death’s passing.
Spirit could take criticism just fine, but there was a difference between saying “Hey, you need to put in more focus to get this paper work done” and saying “Of course you don’t have your work done. You’ve always been the most useless Death Scythe. Why did my father ever keep you around?” At first, he took the comments in stride. Kid was overwhelmed with power and responsibility and didn’t see how or when his father died. Spirit figured that overtime, the comments would become less harsh, but no matter what effort Spirit put in to try and make Kid’s life easier, there was no pleasing him. It was as if Kid had latched all of his grief, anger, and confusion onto Spirit. Still, Spirit felt there was nowhere for him to go, so he stayed with the academy and bottled up the feelings that were being thrust upon him every day.
He’d stopped going to ChupaCabra’s after his drinking binges started to become more frequent. He already had a reputation there and he couldn’t stand the thought of making it worse. So he found a little hole-in-the-wall bar in Death City that he decided to frequent instead.
The night was the same as each one that had come before it. One drink turned into two, into three, into one shot, into many. He didn’t question the practices of the bar, he was just glad to go somewhere to drink so he at least wasn’t alone.
As he sat, nursing his 4th drink and the bartender letting him know that he’d finished off another bottle of vodka, Spirit’s phone began to ring. The noise was grating on his ears, but still, he grabbed the phone and answered, only for Kid’s vitriolic voice to ring in from the other side. It immediately soured Spirit’s mood, but he composed himself as much as he could as he pieced together Kid’s demands for him to get back to the academy and help him.
Spirit absentmindedly hangs up the phone, approaching the counter and throwing some cash to the bartender.
“‘M leavin. Gimme a beer for the road, kay’?” he slurs.
The bartender complies and Spirit stumbles his way back up to the academy. He isn’t sure how long it takes. He hasn’t been sure how long anything has taken in months. Still, he climbs his way up the stairs and shuffles his way to the Death Room, certain that he himself looks like death.
He meets Kid’s gaze, the bottle of beer loosely dangling in his right hand. There’s an immediate look of rage in Kid’s eyes.
“You’re drunk. Again.”
“N’ yet, you still asked me to be here” Spirit mumbles.
Kid stands and Spirit isn’t sure what’s going to happen next. Kid takes a deep breath then lets out a frustrated screech as he kicks his chair hard, it crashes against the floor and Kid whips back around, stomping his way up to Spirit.
“Is this what you did instead of staying and protecting my father? Did you fuck off and get piss drunk while everyone else was fighting Asura?”
Spirit’s eye twitches and the anger he’s been feeling everyday begins to boil up inside of him.
“You know that’s not what happened,” he says.
“Sure, maybe you didn’t go off and get drunk while we were fighting, but certainly that war wouldn’t have needed to happen if you were just able to do your damn job!”
Spirit snaps, the anger taking over and he turns, chucking his beer bottle against the wall. It shatters, littering the room with shards of glass and the distinct scent of yeast-y alcohol.
“I’m fucking tired of this! If you think I’m a piece of shit, just fire me already. I’m done being your emotional punching bag just because you can’t accept your dad’s death. Have you ever thought that maybe the one who killed him isn’t the enemy? Didn’t that annoying little mouse Excalibur say that? Those stupid lines in your hair- that was his timer. So, instead of blaming everything else in the world- instead of blaming me for an entire war that would have happened anyway, maybe look in the mirror and realize that your dad is dead because of you!”
The two are silent as they stare in shock at each other. Spirit immediately regrets it and slumps against the wall, sliding to the floor and putting his pounding heads in his hands.
Kid shifts uncomfortably, straightening up but remaining silent.
“God, I’m a piece of shit- I just screamed at a teenager because I’m a garbage human being. M’ sorry, Kid. I won’t bother coming back in. This isn’t working.”
Kid lets out a deep breath.
“No. Sober up and come back in on Monday. I need your help with this.”
He turns to leave, the tension in the air heavy. He looks at Spirit, sitting crumpled pathetically on the ground.
“Just Your help.” Kid emphasizes before leaving the Death Room.
Spirit stares in the direction of the door, trying to process what Kid said to him. Unable to decide if this was progress between them, Spirit slowly hobbled his way to the broken glass bottle, picking up the pieces before heading out. He figured that he’d find out on Monday.
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Dp x Dc AU: Tim doesn’t rest, not even in Death.
It’s a heart attack that gets him, well, that and the insane amount of fear toxin flooding his system. He was dead for a full three minutes before he watches (how was he watching?) his eldest brother get his heart going again and get his unconscious body to the cave. Alfred gets him onto bat-life support and Leslie looks gravely at his family after she’s done her best to heal him. They decide to keep trying, they don’t want to believe he’s gone.
Tim watches in fury. He’s more useful than this, he’s not just going to die and let the family mourn him! Tim sets to work trying to understand what’s happened to him and he realizes he must be a ghost. Therefore, if he wants to understand ghosts he needs to go where ghosts are, and thankfully he just read a JLD doc saying to avoid Amity Park at all costs.
It’s takes him a second to get used to flying at full speed, but he finds himself surrounded by strange people in a strange town and… he notices himself becoming more visible. He’s able to interact with more and more objects, he even picked up a pencil! Poltergeist is a step forward in his plan, Tim accepts this change of pace.
Then Tim meets Danny, a normal human kid who looks like he could be brought into the manor and given a cape, who looks straight at him.
“Wait, who are you? You didn’t die in Amity did you?”
“No, I died in Gotham. I came here to understand how I’m a ghost and how I can get back to my dying body. I just need a few answers.” Tim explains, and notices that his voice isn’t his own, like it’s a different language entirely that comes out.
“Well, uh, I dunno about going back to your body but it’s not safe for you to be here. The GIW are looking for lost souls like you that people won’t notice go missing. So get back to your family and find peace. Im sorry but that’s really the best advice I have.” Danny answers.
Tim begs him for answers on the GIW. Begs him for any answers at all. Danny shrugs him off each time, tell him that he’s just a ghost and he needs to move on before he gets hurt or becomes a problem.
Tim decides if he’s a problem, he’ll probably get more answers.
Soon enough, he’s stepping into the end of a battle where Phantom is getting Skulker into a thermos, and demands answers, and if not answers help.
They brawl, and Tim’s training as Red Robin gets him farther than a lot of ghosts. And then, when he knows he’s beat and he’s about to share thermos space with the robot jackass (who he can interrogate and then build his own robot) Tim realizes something.
“You’re still alive, aren’t you? You’re Danny, black hair and blue eyes.” Tim says and suddenly Phantom is as still as the dead despite the accusation.
“How the fuck- dude. Okay, you know what? Fine. Lets go talk, you’re clearly not giving up and I need you to never say that shit out loud ever again.”
Because blackmail works in life for Tim, blackmail also apparently works in death.
He’s given all of the info they have on the GIW, he’s introduced to ghost technology and how it works with ectoplasm. He’s told about the portal (although they refuse to sneak him into the house to see it- he can handle a few lasers, ugh) and he’s told about the general sequence of events in Danny’s life/death.
And then Tim is suddenly back in his body in Gotham.
The family found a way to bring him back and he’s 100% alive, no longer ghostly, but he retained all his memories.
“We have a war against the government to start” are not the first words his family expected to hear from Tim post death.
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