#300 word snippet

[crab-crab]

“come back to bed” kisses

I've been writing little snippets of 300 words based of a prompt and wanted to share some!

Legend sighed as he unwillingly rose into consciousness. He felt the bed shift and the blankets pile more firmly around him as his bedmate slipped from the covers. There was barely any light spilling through the curtains and Legend took the absence of body heat personally.

His hand darted out from beneath the covers and latched around the thinner wrist of his partner, ignoring the quiet eep! As he tugged them back towards the bed. Popping his head out from under the covers, Legend glared at Ravio as the merchant braced himself on the bed. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” he tugged again on Ravio’s wrist to draw the other man closer to the nest of blankets. “It’s not even light out and I know for a fact you don’t wake up this early normally.” 

“We don’t have eight other people in the house normally” Ravio pulled back on his wrist but Legend did not want to let go. “I need to make sure that there’s enough breakfast for everyone, to do so I need to get up early.”

“They can starve” Legend pulled one more time, fighting back the urge to just reach forward and scoop Ravio back into bed. “This is the first time we’ve had a break in months, they’ll sleep in any way.” He freed his other hand from the blanket nest and reached up to cup the back of Ravio’s head and draw the Merchant so he was now hovering over the blonde, knees braced on the bed and free hand pressing down beside the Vet’s head on the pillow.

With what dim light there was, Legend could make out the flush blooming across Ravio’s face and ears, the Merchants head at just the right angle that inky locks did not hide his eyes and Legend suppressed the urge to grin at the spark of want.

Knowing that he only needed one more thing to fully capture the other, Legend dropped the other wrist to push himself up and press a soft kiss to even softer lips. Ravio squeaked and leaned more into Legend, eyes slipping closed and shuddering as both the Vet’s arms came around him.

Gotcha

Legend tightened his arms around Ravio and rolled, the Merchant’s squawk being muffled into the blankets and Legend settled over the top of Ravio. He was quick to pull the blankets back over the two of them and shut out the weak dawn light that had started to invade the room.

Besides, there were better things to do than leave the bed.

[flowers-and-dndoc]

I do need y'all to know that for the wedding fic, Rogue is wearing a Tardis blue tux and the Doctor is wearing an off the shoulder lace long sleeved wedding dress where the lace pattern is circular Gallifreyan.

[headphonemouse]

Follow up to this post brought to you by @forgetme-eternally-blissfully, in fanfic snippet format because I gave up on drawing the comic (the fanfic was supposed to be a comic draft but I added too many details)

Kim Dokja lays on the ground among the rubble of a ruined building. He twitches a little before his eyes open. The world is blurry. In the distance, he can see a dark blur fluttering around his surroundings. As his vision comes into focus, he can recognize Yoo Joonghyuk searching through the debris.

A sharp pain coming from his side causes Kim Dokja to let out a groan as he struggles to push himself up to a sitting position. The sound catches Yoo Joonghyuk's attention and immediately he starts making a beeline in Kim Dokja's direction.

As Yoo Joonghyuk approaches, Kim Dokja takes note of Yoo Joonghyuk's tattered coat, his bloodstained body, the wounds on his face, hands, legs. None too serious though some deep enough to inevitably leave scars later.

Yoo Joonghyuk is getting closer, kneeling down, reaching his hand out towards Kim Dokja's face, making a move to pull Kim Dokja in when Kim Dokja decides to open his mouth.

"You're not losing your balance and having trouble standing are you? I'm not going to carry you on my back this time."

"Shut up," is all Yoo Joonghyuk says as he wraps his arms around Kim Dokja's shoulders. His grip is tight, one hand on the back of Kim Dokja's head, the other circled around his upper back.

There is a gash in Kim Dokja's side that throbs with pain. Blood loss has his head spinning and his vision blurring again. From where his face is pressed into Yoo Joonghyuk's shoulder, Kim Dokja can smell blood, sweat, smoke. Buildings continue to crumple in the background and the sound of something falling pitters in his ears. His hands tense and untense, relax and remain by his sides.

Kim Dokja lets out a breath and leans into Yoo Joonghyuk, just slightly. Just enough so that Yoo Joonghyuk can tighten his hold by a hair.

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Author's notes (what would normally be my image caption):

I said in the referenced post that Kim Dokja has no trouble reciprocating affection once someone else initiates, but I think Yoo Joonghyuk is the exception. Always exceptional, that one. At least during the Scenarios.

Kim Dokja can read his movements, see what Yoo Joonghyuk is aiming to do, can read his mind, dammit. But he can't comprehend his actions. Yoo Joonghyuk acting in a way that Kim Dokja doesn't know about is something that happens more and more often as time goes on, and serves as a reminder of the wall that exists between a protagonist and a reader, but also the wall that exists between two normal people. Because at this moment, Kim Dokja is still struggling to see Yoo Joonghyuk as his own person instead of a protagonist or a 1863x-regressor-to-be. He's blinded by what he knows and has seen in his own past, which he assumes will be Yoo Joonghyuk's future. When he looks at him, does he see those ghosts of the future flickering superimposed over the shape of the man before him? This is the sort of wall that exists between them.

So when Yoo Joonghyuk acts outside of Kim Dokja's expectations, Kim Dokja tries to push them back on course with banter. "Yoo Joonghyuk is getting closer, kneeling down, reaching his hand out towards Kim Dokja's face, making a move to pull Kim Dokja in-" Kim Dokja sees all of this, takes note of all of this, knows what's to come of it. Doesn't understand it one bit. He's not oblivious. It's more like, "Why? Why me? Why would someone feel this way about and want to do these things with me?" He KNOWS the effect he has on people. He intentionally calculates how much he interacts with Jung Heewon and Lee Hyunsung to ensure their loyalty towards him in the early scenarios (not so much so after like Scenario 5-ish so we're talking early-early scenarios. After that point he more supports them in the direction they want to go (when that direction is the direction he already wanted them to go anyways. something something picking teammates because he knew they were already loyal and righteous by nature, nurturing them so that they would be able to carry out their justice no matter the adversary. He chose them because he knew they were loyal and strong, but they weren't loyal or strong at the time. But they would be in the future. But they wouldn't have been without him. But in another time where he didn't exist they were strong anyways see this is how he is able to have ultimate faith in his party members and know the kind of support he has given them while still being unable to recognize his own value in the grand scheme of things. Because they would have been fine without him, he's SEEN it. This is another wall between him and other people, another future ghost)). So he knows how much influence he has in other peoples' lives. But he values himself so little that he is blind to the emotional, sentimental weight he has to these people. No matter how much he knows he's done for them, he won't see himself as worthy of genuine praise or recognition, affection, love.

So this lack of self recognition extends to his perception of all of his companions, but especially so to Yoo Joonghyuk. Yoo Joonghyuk is probably the person whom Kim Dokja is the most strict about characterization with. Kim Dokja knows him the best, it's true, but he also doesn't know a damn thing about him as a person instead of a character and that makes him feel a certain way. Vulnerable, I think. Lonely. That childish feeling of betrayal when the characters walk off the page without him. There are sides to people and characters that you will never know simply because they weren't observed. And there are sides of people that you have no right to know. It is by becoming a person instead of a reader that you must abide by those rules and give up omniscience. Part of being a person and recognizing another's personhood is to willingly not know everything about them.

Anyways. He's not there yet. Not by Hug Attempt #2. This was supposed to have 3 parts with the last one set after the epilogue but we'll see if I ever get to it.

[chompe-diem]

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[silverrowbrush]

The only context you get is that it has something to do with Reginald.

[fire-but-ashes-too]

guess who's finally writinggggg

its meeeeeeeeeeee

[nani-nonny]

Today’s writing warmup consisted of Subject 03 and Leo from my separated au idea (Mystic Mirror on the wall… blah blah blah I still don’t have a name for it) and a “what if” idea where Subject 03 begins the yokai invasion to the surface hehe

I surprisingly had a lot of fun with this lol vvvvv (definitely didn’t write 1.2k words for this warmup…/bad sarcasm)

Leo stops abruptly , catching himself on the railing of the bridge and nearly flips over. He looks up—up above the bridge’s arches and atop its beams. His eyes widen at the sight of the softshell clad in the sheep warrior’s armor—or something akin to it.

His heart is pounding against his chest, beating and beating against it and ricocheting off his ear drums. His nerves are screaming, alerting him that the bridge won’t last long. Warning him that Three won’t hesitate to order one of the flying drones to kill him where he stands.

But he can’t run away. Not now. Not when his brother needs him.

“Three!” Leo yells over the screams of the innocent and the buzzing of the drones. He shields his head when an android raises its arm, and the panels lift from its forearm to reveal a laser that releases an ear-piercing shriek before firing at several vehicles. Explosions burst with life and destruction, making his ears ring and stealing the sound from his world for a few seconds.

When Leo recovers and rises from his crouched position, he flinches when he sees Three hovering before him on the propellers Titan had once decorated with stickers. Even from the blur that are the propellers blades, he can tell Three had removed the stickers…

“You have a choice to make, Subject 09: Project Red-Eared Slider,” Three’s voice cuts through the chaos.

A woman’s screech makes Leo jump, and he looks over his shoulder but metal groans and screeches and his jaw is grabbed in a metallic, three-pronged hold. His jaw is in Three’s spider-leg’s grip, forced to face the softshell whose gaze glares down at him.

“Hear me, Subject 09, for I won’t be repeating myself.”

Leo swallows, fighting the urge to look at the chaos ensuing behind him. “What the hell are you doing? We were supposed to meet up today! We were supposed to make plans to run away together—all four of us! You promised! What happened to the mirror? What happened to the realm? What happened to Karai Hamato?”

Three’s head cocks to the side, eyes remaining cold as ever.

Leo can’t read Three’s expressions with the helmet the softshell is wearing. He can’t predict what Three is thinking. And it makes him realize he never really grew to know Three.

“We were getting along just fine! What happened since yesterday? What did Draxum do to you?” Leo asks but is suddenly greeting the concrete face to face.

His whole world spins, he can’t tell what’s left from right or up from down. But he swears the ground was supposed to be beneath his feet, not pressed against his face.

Three’s voice nearly growls at him with unbridled fury, his tone guttural and animalistic. “You will refer to Him as Master!”

Leo closes his eyes to ease the world’s spinning, hoping it will stop soon. “Alright, fine, whatever! What did Master do to you? What is happening?”

Three’s grip on Leo’s face doesn’t cease, nor does the anger die from his tone. Leo’s lucky Three hasn’t given the androids and drones any new orders, despite how angry he is.

“The time has come, Subject 09. The yokai race have finally taken their first step to reclaiming what once was lost! Years of planning—years of experimenting has finally paid off. No longer must we hide in the shadows! After several millennia, the yokai will finally be reunited with the sun!”

Three pulls Leo’s face off the ground and stares into his eyes. “This is what we were made for. This is our purpose. So… you must make your choice, Subject 09.”

Three releases Leo and holds out his hand—not a robotic spider leg or a condescending finger. He holds out his hand, free from its glove and coated in thick calluses. It’s an offering hand, granting mercy to Leo.

The slider stares at Three’s hand then up at Three’s eyes. He still can’t read Three’s expression…

“Will you join me as my brother and fight by my side? Or will you die a traitor to your own kind?”

Leo freezes. Die? Why is that even an option? Of course he doesn’t want to die! But he can’t join this—whatever this truly is. He just wanted his brothers—he wanted his family. He doesn’t want this.

“Can’t we think of something else?” Leo asks from the floor.

Three doesn’t budge.

“Can I think about it?”

Three’s hand closes to a tight fist, clenching so tightly that it starts to shake. “So that is your choice? You’d rather die than be my brother?”

Leo raises his hands to disagree, but he stops when he’s met face-to-face with the barrel of a pistol. It’s not a gun like Leo has ever seen before—no human has ever held a gun like this. He swallows nervously but doesn’t dare to move.

“Three, you don’t want to do this. I’m your brother—,” Leo tries to reason but Three cuts him off.

“I have no brother.”

Leo clenches his teeth, he manages to speak between his teeth, “And Master isn’t your family.”

The gun clicks, making Leo flinch, but he’s not met with his fate. No, he doesn’t even hear the bullet shift in the chamber. Was it a blank?

He sees a flicker of emotion in Three’s eyes, they widen with shock.

Before Three can make a move, Leo slaps the gun out of his face and lunges at Three, slamming the softshell onto the ground. He grabs Three’s wrist and rips the helmet off the softshell’s face. He’s once second from punching Three straight in the jaw when he sees a lone tear fall from Three’s left eye.

Leo stops, “Three?”

Three glares up at Leo, his murderous stare contradicting the pitiful tear that stains his temple. His eyes are uneven with one eye closed slightly more than the other.

Leo pauses, looking down at the dark bruise on Three’s temple, realizing why Three’s eyelids are uneven. “Three? What happened while we were gone?”

“Initiate Command 09-11.17!” Three suddenly yells at the top of his lungs, and all the chaos behind Leo stops abruptly.

Leo looks over his shoulder to see each and every single drone and android staring at him with red eyes. They’re frozen where they stand as they register their new command before they all charge at him at once. Leo scrambles to his feet immediately and throws himself over the ledge of the bridge as lasers and bullets shoot where his body once was.

Leo hangs from the bridge’s beams, desperately clinging for his life.

But Three hovers a short distance from him, helmet back on and eyes colder than before. He’s filling the gun this time, making Leo watch as he inserts—darts!—they’re darts filled with a mysterious liquid in each canister.

Three aims the barrel of the pistol at Leo once again, but this time he doesn’t speak. He merely pulls the trigger, and Leo feels a sharp prick in his neck.

Leo doesn’t feel anything at first, but the next second he feels lightheaded. The world is off and his body doesn’t feel like his own. His view is somehow dark and the wind is flying past his skin. The water below is getting closer and closer, then the air seems full. The lights darken and his world disappears.

I kind of want to write this idea as a story now that I’ve explored it a bit more…

[thefactsofthematter]

guess who started another new wip

[xerayn]

THIS WAS COPY PASTED I NEARLY LOST IT FOR FLIP SAKES- Spooky GO for WIP Wednesday please!

:D You're getting a bonus footnote since it's not complete without it. Congrats!

WIP Wednesday, 4. Fandom: Good Omens

She looked guiltily at the cold, dark liquid in her mug as if Newt was in it, glaring at her disapprovingly. He’d never do that, of course, he was far too kind-natured for that. But Anathema had a very good imagination. [3]

[3] There were very few who had as good as an imagination as witches did. It was a requirement if a human was not only 1) Believing in the occult without any prior exposure to it and 2) Able to cast and use their latent magical ability. The list included very talented writers, political leaders that were definitive in shaping their small world, and a demon whose name is recorded as ‘Crawly’.

(Footnotes are my favourite thing to do. Only trouble is, to try and not do too many! Thanks for all the requests for this fic, it's helped loads! Maybe I can try to publish this second chapter soon now)

[tree-of-life-and-death]

[Lorelei] could almost smell the blood. "We must all be permitted our little hypocrisies."

Flashbacks or flash forwards, who can say! The waters are indiscriminate with their torments! Can't miss a chance to get a shot in though (the guy she's talking to is the biggest hypocrite of the series)

[crab-crab]

Scoop

I wrote sad now I present Happy. This is 100% based off the cutscene from Star Wars where Han just picks up Leia and sets her down while walking

The argument brewing between Time and Twilight had been days in the making. 

They had stopped in a town in Legend’s Hyrule, everyone happy to finally be off their feet when everything went downhill. There was shouting from down the hall and Warriors had left to go make sure everything was alright. 

Everything was evidently not alright Sky thought as he heard a door slam open and then closed, heavy steps pounding down the hallway followed by the door opening again with a strained Twilight!

Ever the peacekeeper, Sky stood and hurried away from the rest of the chain. He had just rounded the corner and caught sight of the Rancher storming towards him when he was scooped up under the arms.

Sky barely got out a muffed squeak before he was set back down to the side, out of Twilight’s way, and was greeted by the sight of the Rancher’s retreating figure.

“He moved you like a sack of feed” Wild hummed as he reached Sky’s side and watched along with the Chosen as Twilight finally disappeared outside of the inn. Legend appeared on the other side of Sky with a slow whistle and a glance back at where the Rancher had come from

“Best not get in his way anymore, he’ll just move you.”

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Sky was getting very tired of being moved.

The argument between Twilight and Time had been one thing, Twilight was one of -if not- the strongest among them so it made sense that he could easily lift the smaller members.

Warriors, however, looked like a stiff breeze on Skyloft could blow him over some days.

Sky had tried to stop the Captain from storming out of the academy, saying that he could instead go to one of the other areas where it was safer but no!

Just as Sky had stepped forward to try to placate the Captain he had been scooped up under the arms again and set aside while the older man had disappeared around the corner. 

It was suspiciously quiet behind him

“Oh Golden Goddesses even the Captain can move you”

Sky turned to see Legend looking as if he’d seen the Master sword suddenly talk. Eyebrows hidden in his hair, eyes wide, and mouth dropped open. The other Links were in similar states of surprise.

“Sky come here I wanna see if I can lift you too!” Wild shot up and started heading for the Chosen.

“No!” Sky screeched when Wild dove for him and he jumped back, keeping away from the Champion’s hands.

Legend was wheezing, head planted on the table, and fist banging on the wood as he cackled. Wind had joined in on chasing Sky around and Four seemed to be looking between Sky and Legend with an intense expression, eyes flashing violet.

Another screech made Sky stop long enough to see Legend held up by Four, the Smithy grinning.

“Looks like your lightness runs in the family” He hummed as Legend thrashed about and spit curses.

Sky had enough time to laugh before being scooped up again and glaring down at a smiling Champion.

“You’re so scoopable!” He cackled and Sky heaved a sigh as the realisation settled on his shoulders.

This would not be the last time that he would be bodily moved out of the way.

[allyster-jordan]

Seems like the right time to stop lurking and start posting/reblogging

300 words of summer - #5

Character: Zach Goldman

Prompt: Coach Z moves to Seattle

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“Are you sure we’re ready for this?” Zach asks. Needless to say, he’s not sure they’re ready for this.

“And by this you mean…” Angie glances out their kitchen window. “Leaving Connecticut after living here for actual decades? Or leaving our son here by himself?

Ah, she’s seen right through him, like she always does. “Both,” Zach says, “but a little more of the latter.”

He joins Angie at the window. Alex is in the backyard with the dog, throwing sticks and tennis balls for him. Every time, he darts through the sprinkler. Alex is completely drenched as well, but he's smiling.

“I’ll be here for a few more months,” Angie says. “We won’t be gone from one day to the next.”

“I know, but…” But every day of his life, Zach is worried about this kid. If anything happens, they’ll be in Seattle. 3000 miles away.

“You’re wondering if we should stay? Live here with him for the rest of his life and make sure nothing else ever happens to him?” She smirks at Zach. “Cover him in bubble wrap?”

Angie has managed to convince herself that it’s the right thing to do. Zach isn’t there yet. Problem is, he’s supposed to get on a plane to Seattle tomorrow to find a house for them before the season starts.

“I almost asked him if he wanted to come to Seattle with us,” Zach admits.

“He wouldn’t have come,” Angie says, gently patting his back. “And that’s a good thing. He has a real chance to build himself a life here.”

“And be the rink manager?” Zach sighs. “He could do anything he wants–”

Angie tuts at him. “And right now this is what he wants.”

Zach nods. “Well, I’ve already signed the contract, it’s not like I can back out now,” he quips.

“Admit it,” Angie says. “You’re excited that you get to coach an NHL team.”

Of course he is. He just wishes it was easier to leave.

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Request form for 300 words of summer.

[headphonemouse]

Kim Dokja never seems to act on cues that he picks up, but he has no trouble reciprocating once someone else initiates. Yoo Joonghyuk just needs to learn how to be more confident.

[Edit: Hug Attempt #2!! (300 word fanfic snippet)]

spoilers in ramblings below the read more

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my previous commentary on chapter 131, as proof that he CAN read these cues

scene from episode 158, note how he's not moving to accept the hugs but he doesn't shy away from them either

and more of course but I don't want to look for them right now. There's that scene where he meets Uriel and she hugs him before he hugs back. Then any affection Persephone shows him. Han Sooyoung shoving her lollipop in his mouth and him just accepting it completely unfazed. Bihyung was like "dokkaebi babies need to be hugged a lot to grow up well" so he just cradles Biyoo in his arms or puts her in his pocket whenever she's not busy. Doesn't matter if he's busy. He brings her to fights. I keep forgetting that she's there but basically for the entirety of the 73rd Demon Realm arc she's just there on his person somewhere. I don't know how she survived electrocution but the ONLY reason she ever left his immediate vicinity was because he got electrocuted and someone took advantage of that moment of weakness to kidnap her. He's had her for like a month at most and he's brought her to SEVERAL big fights, she got kidnapped, he brought her to a fancy (very dangerous) banquet, and then he left her at the edge of the universe with a suspicious person. World's # Father

[honnelander]

go fish! part 5 snippet (let's try this again)

so after scrapping what i had, i had serious writer's block and a severe lack of motivation... i kinda felt discouraged but everyone was SO sweet to me and gave me so much encouragement, i was (and still am) so touched!! you all are seriously the best and i'm happy to say that i am finally working on part 5 as we speak :))

i don't want to promise anything, but you all have been sooo patient with me, so here's a little under 300 words of go fish! part 5. sometimes, you don't need a lot of words to get a point across... so here's a little taste:

(disclaimer: this work is unfinished, unedited, and can also not make it into the final product (even though i’m very certain it will))

Sanji was getting desperate.  

The longer he went without telling you he loved you, that he was completely enamored with every part of your entire soul and being, that your existence gave him a reason to live and keep on breathing, the more he felt himself go absolutely insane.  

He felt like a little kid on Christmas morning, sitting in front a mountain of presents but not being able to open them because it ‘wasn’t time to open them yet’, and that’s exactly how he felt with his situation with you: there was nothing more he wanted to do than to tell you he was in love with you, but he knew that it wasn’t the right time yet. He didn’t want to just flat out say ‘I love you’ while you both were doing some rudimentary task or chore, or offhandedly one night while you both were doing the dishes after supper, he wanted something more than that, something special and extravagant.  

You were the love of his life, and you deserved everything under the sun and more, so he wanted to make this very intimate and private moment between you two as special as he could, and that required some serious planning and patience on his part.  

So, after his conversation with Nami a few days ago, her letting him vent out all of his frustrations and apprehensions he had with her, practicing saying those three special words numerous times so when the moment was right with you, they would just roll off the tongue, and some planning, he was ready to confess his feelings to you. 

But something was wrong. Something wasn’t right.  

You were avoiding him and he had absolutely no idea why. 

[the-golden-comet]

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[wolfjackle-creates]

Bad Reveal AU Chapter 2 Part 2

As promised! Here's the compilation of every snippet I've written for the 1000 follower ask game. I added an additional 300 words to the end to round out the scene.

Story Summary: Danny loves the Waynes, loves living with them. After the GIW, after his parents, he never thought he'd be able to have this again. A family, a home.

Then he overhears a conversation.

The Waynes aren't just the Waynes. They're the Bats, part of the Justice League. And the Justice League works with the US Government. The same government that runs the Ghost Investigation Ward.

It was all a lie.

AO3 link

Tumblr Links: Chapter 1, Previous

Word Count: 2.6k

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Three days later and they were all ready to tear their hair out. Barbara had found nothing new on the Fenton parents, even after Tim and Bruce joined her in the search. Apparently everything about the Fentons had been hidden behind the best digital security they had ever seen. Everything except the basics. And the firewalls were so good that they were almost invisible which is why no one had noticed them before.

Danny’s room lacked any sort of clue. They opened every drawer and went through everything they could find, only for nothing even slightly unusual to turn up. Definitely nothing like the bizarre energy weapon he’d used.

Jason had asked around as Red Hood to see if he could find any leads on the weapon. But every rumor lead to a dead end.

They could find nothing that might lead them to the people who wanted to hurt Danny. And Danny never came home.

Dick was currently in Danny’s room, again, trying to find anything. He was under the bed searching for hidden compartments in the frame or box spring when sharp footsteps sounded in the hall. A moment later, Alfred cleared his throat from the doorway.

“Master Dick! I believe you were instructed to leave the cave so you could rest.”

Dick pushed himself out from under the bed and sat so he was leaning against the bed frame. He flashed a dazzling smile. “Sorry, Alfred. I just had the idea to check the bed frame for any hidden messages or compartments. Wouldn’t have been able to sleep without doing it.”

Alfred sniffed. “We have already been over every inch of this room. You will not find anything new and you know this.”

Dick sighed, letting the smile drop away, and rubbed his face. He looked down at the carpet as he picked at it. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep. I just keep seeing his face. He was certain we were going to hurt him, Alfred. My own brother. How could I have failed him so badly?”

Alfred’s shoes came into view as he walked further into the room and sat next to Dick. “You haven’t failed him, Master Dick. And you know that. His fears were his own; based on experiences from before he ever joined this family. And we did not know there were problems to address. But we do now and I have full faith that you will solve this and bring Master Danny back home.”

“I wish I had your optimism, Alfred.”

“Then I shall just have to have enough for the both of us. Now, if you insist on being useful, Titus could use his afternoon walk. Normally Master Bruce or I take care of it…”

“But with B injured and the house full, you’ve got enough to handle. I’ll take care of it, Alfred.”

“Thank you, my boy. Now, help an old man up.”

Dick laughed; it wasn’t sincere, not truly, but he knew it’d make Alfred feel better. “Don’t even pretend you can’t get up on your own.” But he still did as requested and helped Alfred to his feet.

“When you’re my age, you will know what troubles I face.”

“Sure, Alfred. Now, where is Titus right now?”

Ten minutes later, Dick was outside in the late spring sun throwing a tennis ball for Titus. The dog was delighted with the game.

He rather felt like it should be raining or overcast or something. Not a balmy spring day with birds singing and bees buzzing in the clover. Danny was still missing; it shouldn’t be a nice day.

His next throw went much farther than he planned, and Titus bounded away.

Dick groaned and collapsed to the ground. He threw an arm over his eyes as he bit back his tears. Everyone was relying on him to hold it together. Damian was on a hair trigger and he was the only one who could keep him in line consistently; Tim was sunk deep into his research and barely surfacing for another energy drink every few hours; Jason and Bruce couldn’t be around each other for more than ten minutes without someone starting to yell. Duke was spending more and more time on patrol trying to find any information on the meta angle.

And all of them came to him to complain about the others. His family needed him. He couldn’t fall apart.

When a shadow fell over his face, he cracked open an eye expecting to see a cloud covering the sun. Instead he screamed and jumped to his feet as he came face-to-face with Clark.

“Warn a guy next time!”

Clark, the bastard, just laughed at him. “Hey, Dick. Didn’t expect to find you here.”

Before he could reply, Titus returned, ball clenched proudly in his mouth. “Good boy,” said Dick as he petted him. “Ready to go back inside?” To Clark, he said, “Most of us are staying at the manor right now. What brings you here?”

“We’re worried. Bruce called in saying he had an injury that would prevent field work for a few weeks. At the same time, Tim told Kon he’d be unavailable for Young Justice missions until further notice. And Damian canceled a sleepover with Jon with no explanation. So I made two of Ma’s pies and decided to come over for a visit. What’s going on?”

Dick sighed. “Danny’s gone. He discovered who we were.” He let out a hysterical laugh. “And apparently thinks that because we work with the US government it means we were just pretending to like him to gather information so we could turn him over to someone who would hold him against his will and torture him.”

Clark landed and pulled him into a hug. Dick clung on tightly. “Why does he think that?”

Dick shrugged and, reluctantly, pulled away. “Apparently his parents betrayed him once already. I think…” Dick closed his eyes and whistled sharply. “Come, Titus.” He held onto Titus’s collar and began walking away from Clark towards the manor. “We think he already has experience being held and tortured. And that it was his parents fault.”

Clark’s sharp inhale proved his horror at such a thought.

“Yeah. So now Danny’s gone and we have no idea how to search for him. Did B tell you he’s a meta? We knew he had some powers, but clearly we missed some because now we suspect invisibility, density shifting, and flight. So we’re trying to find the people who want to hurt him. But we keep hitting walls!” Titus whined when his grip tightened too much. Dick winced and let go immediately to pet the dog. “Sorry, Titus. You’re such a good boy.”

Clark draped an arm around his shoulders. “Well, why don’t you take me to the cave and you can go over everything you know. Maybe a fresh pair of eyes will help.”

Dick shrugged. “Couldn’t hurt. And maybe seeing you will remind Bruce he knows how to do more than grunt when people ask him a question.”

Clark winced. “That bad, huh?”

“Worse, if I’m honest. Danny shot him with an energy weapon before density shifting out of the cave. So now his newest kid is missing and he’s too injured to go out and search for him.”

Clark let out a low whistle. “Yep. That’ll do it.”

Dick pulled out his phone and opened the group chat. A quick text ensured everyone who was around would make their way to the cave. “I’ve told everyone to meet us in the cave. We’ll swing by the kitchen to get some plates and cutlery for the pie. Thanks for that, by the way.”

Clark ruffled his hair. “You know me, I’m too midwestern to show up anywhere unannounced without food.”

Dick gave a half smile, unable to muster up anything warmer.

Clark tried to keep up a stream of small talk as they swung by the kitchens to gather the plates. But Dick just couldn’t keep up with it. His mind was just too far away, on a young boy with blue eyes who loved hugs and had fit into the family so smoothly.

When they got to the cave, Tim didn’t even look up at the sound of the elevator doors opening. Dick followed his lead and ignored him, instead going straight to Bruce.

“You’ve got a visitor, B!”

Bruce only grunted and didn’t look up from his laptop.

Clark hid a smile. “I’m sure Alfred raised you better than that, Bruce.”

“Indeed I did,” declared Alfred with a sniff from where he was making notes in Bruce’s medical chart.

Bruce’s head whipped up at the sound of Clark’s voice and Dick bit his lip to keep from laughing. “Clark? What are you doing here?”

“Been worried about you and the kids, so I made some pie and decided to come on over. Kon and Jon are both waiting for updates as well.”

Apparently the appearance of Clark and Kon’s name was enough to finally drag Tim from the batcomputer for the first time in days. “Is Kon okay?”

Clark gave him a fond smile. “He’s fine, lad. It’s you—all of you—we’re worried about.”

Bruce looked away. “It’s Danny.”

Clark nodded and sat on the foot of the bed. “Dick’s told me a little. Let’s wait for the others to join us and you can all tell me everything.”

Dick checked his phone. “Babs said my text woke her up and don’t start discussions without her.”

Clark looked at him sharply. “Barbara is here, too? You really meant it when you said everyone’s been staying here, didn’t you?”

Dick shrugged. “Yeah, well, it’s Danny.”

Tim laughed mirthlessly. “Yeah, he’s the only one who all of us like pretty much all the time.”

Clark frowned as he looked around at the people gathered, but didn’t say anything.

Alfred bustled in with a chair. “If some of you would help me set up chairs for everyone? We might as well be comfortable as we talk and eat.”

“Of course, Alfred,” said Clark, seeming relieved. “Be happy to help.”

Honestly, with how many people were there, it only took a minute. Jason and Stephanie arrived just as they were finishing up.

“Duke messaged me,” said Jason. “He’s on his way back from patrol.”

“Damian?” asked Dick.

“I am here, Richard,” said the boy as he walked into the medbay. “I apologize for my tardiness. I was with Alfred the cat and didn’t notice your message immediately.”

Dick went to his side and ruffled his hair. He ignored Damian’s glare with years of practice. “Glad you could make it. Come on, let’s get you a slice of pie.”

“I’ll start slicing,” said Clark.

By the time the pie was sliced and everyone had a piece, Barbara had arrived.

“Where is Duke?” asked Bruce.

Tim pulled up the tracking information on his laptop. “Looks like he’s only twenty minutes out.”

“He’d’ve said something if he’d learned anything new,” said Jason. “I say we just start sharing now. He’ll be back before we get through it all.”

“Agreed,” said Bruce.

Clark nodded and looked around the room. Dick just knew he was cataloging how exhausted they all looked. “What can you tell me about what happened?”

“Daniel lost his mind and attacked Father,” said Damian.

“Listen here, Demon Brat,” argued Jason, “you know damn well that’s not what happened.”

And when Tim backed up Jason, it became a shouting match. Dick buried his face in his hands. A headache was forming and he knew if he tried to intervene, he’d just make it worse right now.

“Enough!” said Alfred when it became clear the others wouldn’t calm down on their own. “We will go over it one at a time. Master Richard, you may start.”

So Dick gave all the information he knew. When one of the others indicated they wanted to add more, he let them. Alfred made sure no one overstepped. Duke arrived partway through and described what he saw when Danny disappeared and used his powers.

When everyone was finally satisfied they’d shared everything they knew, Barbara pulled out a tablet to show Clark the footage of the confrontation in the cave.

“And you don’t know where he got that weapon?” asked Clark after he watched it twice.

“No clue,” said Tim. “We’ve searched his room a dozen times since then, but there’s nothing even remotely like it.”

Jason nodded. “And I’ve been asking around. No one I can find has ever heard of one like it.”

Alfred added, “Even I was unaware he was in possession of such an object.”

Clark hummed as he replayed the last few seconds of the video where Danny density shifted through the stone. “He brought it with him when he left.”

“You’ve thought of something,” said Bruce.

“Could he have hidden the weapon inside something? Like a wall or the floor?”

Bruce hummed as he thought. “Is that even possible?”

Dick shrugged. “We know very little about what he can and can’t do.”

“Want me to take a look at his room with my X-ray vision?” asked Clark.

Bruce nodded. “Please.” No one commented on the begging tone in his voice.

And for the first time in days, Dick felt hope rising in his chest.

“And do we have any idea what he meant by Jason being in trouble, too?”

Jason shrugged. “Probably has something to do with how I died. I’m apparently the only one who can sense Danny’s empathy, too. And I mean supernatural empathy, not the normal person kind.”

Bruce agreed. “I found the most information on Amity Park when I found my way to supernatural message boards. Zatana is looking into some things for me as well. But it always leads back to ghosts. Though why Jason alone is of interest when others in the family have also died is uncertain.”

“I see. Well, I suppose we’ll find out when you get him home. Who wants to show me Danny’s room? We might as well start there.”

Of course, no one was willing to sit this one out. The biggest argument arose when Bruce insisted on pushing himself to his feet. He refused the wheelchair Alfred tried to insist he use, but a raised eyebrow and pursed lips did get him to take the crutches.

Dick and Jason exchanged a smirk at the scene. Alfred always got his way.

So, the entire group made their way out of the cave and through the halls of Wayne Manor until Clark stopped in the doorway to Danny’s room.

He let out a low whistle. “Whatever his powers are, he can definitely hide things in other objects. He’s left a lot behind.”

“Can you tell what they are?” asked Bruce.

Clark shrugged. “Some of them. There’s another item that looks like that blaster he had. Some…rope? I think? A tool box in the floor. A case that’s probably lead-lined. And a lot of stuff that I just can’t identify. I mean, a random cylindrical object. Some rectangles, maybe external hard-drives?”

Damian stepped forward, gripping the handle of his katana. “Then we will smash the walls to see what he is hiding.”

Dick rushed forward to put an arm around Damian’s shoulders and stop him from doing anything.

“Indeed not, Master Damian.” Alfred gave the boy a level look. “We want Master Danny to have a home to return to. And what sort of welcome would he feel if he came back to a destroyed room? Master Bruce, Mr. Kent, I am aware you have other collegues who can density shift. Could one of them be prevailed upon to come and remove the items?”

Damian scowled and kicked at the floor. Dick bit back his smile. The kid really did care about their missing brother, whatever he said.

Clark nodded. “I’ll call J’onn, Alfred.”

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Part 3

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