#CreatureWrites

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It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?

[some-kind-of-creature]

Before the Fentons moved to Amity Park, they lived in Gotham and somehow Danny and Dick became the best of friends (the Fentons probably forgot Danny somewhere and Dick and Bruce happened to be there)

Time goes by, the Fentons move to Amity Park, Dick and Danny try to stay in contact, but Social Media is not what it is now, Dick becomes Robin, Danny has his accident.

Near daily phone calls turn to weakly calls, turn to monthly calls, turn to calls on birthdays and one day they just stop all together. They both never stopped thinking about each other, but with all the secrets and tragedies in their lives - well you know how it is...

So now around 15 years after their first meeting, an interview with the Wayne family gets published and makes his way around Social Media, especially the part about the favorite child.

It naturally makes its way to Tucker, he is a hardcore Timothy Drake-Wayne Fan, who shows it to Danny, because "Look Danny, this could be about you, haha, because you look like a lot of them - Danny why are there tears in your eyes?!"

Danny, who is now in a much better position compared to when he started this whole superhero/vigilante/ghostly menace/king thing, desperately wants to reconnect with Dick, but being the little gremlin that he is, he tags Dick in a tweet. (it is obviously not because he is anxious about contacting Dick directly, no, definitely not or the fact that he does not know if Dick even would want to hear from him again - so a tweet it is)

Now it is out of his hands and what happens will happen, everything is fine... why is CW laughing at him? ...what do you mean he is trending!?

Bruce getting asked who his favorite child is and panicking™

Bruce: .... Danny

Most of the Batfam: who?

Dick: oh yeah fair

Damian: who's.... Danny

Dick: my childhood friend, Bruce tried to adopt him but got bodied by Danny's parents and sister, he's still not over it

Bruce: I am over it-

Dick: then throw away the adoption papers with his name on it-

Bruce, gasping: no

[thecreaturewrites]

Me Want Love

who be my love?

you be my love?

you be my love?

how about you?

YOU?

ANYBODY? 

SOMEBODY!

BE MY LOVE!

ARRRGH

...

me angry

me want love

...

what is love?

[ao3feed-jily]

When in Rome

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by CreatureWriter

Lily stepped out of the hotel, stars in her eyes as she looked up at the night sky in wonder. “Rome is beautiful”, she breathed to herself.

“The Eternal City… eternally beautiful,” said a voice next to her, causing her to jump. She whipped around to see James walking out of the revolving doors of the hotel. She rolled her eyes. “Well, I guess I can just be glad that Magic for Peace decided to hold their conference here this summer, even if I do have only you for company, Potter,” she said. James merely grinned in response.

Words: 1004, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: James Potter, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black

Relationships: James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, James Potter & Lily Evans Potter

Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Eventual Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Fluff, Romance, Funny, Short & Sweet, May develop into something, Just picked Rome as a destination, Giving some love to Rome

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[some-kind-of-creature]

Masterpost!

Do I have enough stuff to do such a post? Maybe? Maybe not? :D

I will do one anyway!

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There is probably more stuff, that I just didn't tag properly before, if I somehow find more, it will get added to this post!

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The drawings I posted

Just two coworkers working on something probably very important DC

Batman & Superman

Fanart of stealingyourbones

The culinary crimes had to be drawn :D

Fanart of bloggerspam 1 and 2

The top cupboard saga :D

LBM Pixel Art DP

Danny being in the Zone DP

Cosmic Latte DPxDC

Drawing for a Dead on Main Coffee Shop AU, which I will maybe some day finish writing :D

A short snippet of said Coffee Shop AU can be found >here<

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Post in which I wrote something :D

Some short, some quite long

They have to be forgotten DPxDC

The LOA has many rules, one of them is that those that died would have to be struck from their records as well as their memories.

How would Damian have known that he should have told his father about his dead sibling.

We are probably never meeting again after this DPxDC

They did in fact meet again after this... and again... and again... and (can you guess it?) again...

Until they suddenly stop meeting

Death Defying / Danny/Dick

Ghost-ABO DPxDC

Omegaverse-esque Liminals and Realms.

Good Fenton Parents, Bad US Healthcare CEOs DP

The reveal went right, and the Fentons go into the business of affordable Healthcare, after they decide they don't want to make weapons anymore. Queue the assassins.

Bruce favorite child: Danny? DPxDC

Before the Fentons moved to Amity Park, they lived in Gotham and Danny & Dick became the best of friends.

Many years later, Bruce gets asked who his favorite child is during an interview, panics and says Danny, who is in fact not his child.

Possible Death Defying / Danny/Dick

Not a story

A talk about DP, Lichtenberg figures and otters

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Tags I use for stuff

They mostly start with Creature and get Writes, Draws or Speaks added(bsp. #CreatureSpeaks for mostly random thought I had)

The most important one is #my cat, for pictures of my little old lady Zoe!

All tags are also on this post!

[some-kind-of-creature]

Me: I really want to get back into drawing Brain: I got you! Motorcycle! Me: What!? Brain: And a detailed background! Me: Wait!

(click for better quality)

So, yeah, that happened, just a sketch for now, but someday I will maybe do the line art and color :D

Little story behind the idea after the cut!

After I found out that the average color of the universe is called Cosmic Latte, I thought that a Coffee Shop with that name would be kinda cool, which evolved into Danny having a Coffee Shop in Gotham with that name.

I did even write a teeny tiny bit a while back

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Premise:

Danny lives in Gotham, why is of no real importance (could be reveal gone wrong/dimension travel/having to leave AP because he is too famous to have a moment of peace and quiet/it's your pick)

He owns a cozy little coffee shop/used bookshop, where you can sit down, enjoy a moment of quiet time, drink and eat something, read one of the books, maybe even buy one of the many already loved books in the store and then be on your way.

It's exactly what Danny needed after his tumultuous youth, just a place of quiet and calm he could call his, his own haunt if you will. Sure he still gets ghostly visitors, his former rouges could not let the “baby” be on his own for too long after all, but he didn't have to fight anymore if he did not want to.

So all in all you can say his life was good, if a bit quiet, not that it would stay that way for much longer.

-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was raining when Jason flees left the bat-cave on his motorcycle, green creeping in at the edge of his vision, not taking the time to put on his helmet, just wanting to get out.

The day had started so good, he had stayed the night after a tough patrol, not being able to say no to his brother's Dick’s pleading, hopeful eyes. The next morning he even had a friendly, if teasing, exchange with Tim the replacement. He felt good. Not that he stayed feeling that way, after a short “conversation” with his dad, Bruce Batman.

He comes to a stop at the side of a quiet road, after nearly wiping out on the wet streets, letting his face fall into his hands and taking deep even breaths, pushing down the pits or at least trying to.

A joyless, wet laugh escapes through his lips, he thought he was getting better, but one pointed question from Bruce and all his tightly controlled emotions slipped right through his hold on them and the pit madness reared its ugly head.

The light sound of a bell from the other side of the street shocked Jason out of his spiraling thoughts, and he took a conscious note of his surroundings for the first time since leaving the manor. He didn’t exactly know where he was, but he had a feeling that he was not that far from the Alley.

The bell sound came from what seemed to be a café directly across from where he stopped to have his little breakdown. The name of the shop stood in big bright green letter on the window, Cosmic Latte, curving above a coffee cup with a cartoonish looking ghost as the steam.

Without much thought, Jason got up from his bike, crossed the street and entered the café, the warm smell of coffee and baked goods greeting him, making him surprisingly feel calm. He let his gaze wander around the room, taking in the assortment of mismatched chairs, comfortable looking sofas and armchairs, as well as the tall bookshelves filled with all sorts of what seemed to be second-hand books along the walls.

Taking a deep breath, Jason decided that there would be worse places to wait out the rain before he resumed his way back to his nearest safe house. Decision made, he went to the back of the short line in front of the counter, looking at the drink menu hanging on the wall.

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And that's as far as I got :D

Did I also spend an unnecessary amount of time trying out a few colors in Paint (with my mouse)... maybe!

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Please let the people of AP have no idea what the f Omegaverse is, while for the rest of the world it's just something the internet made up

Danny (while in Gotham for who knows what) running into Jason, who is this mountain of a man, could definitely crush your skull with his thighs, he doesn't look at all like the stereotypical Omega, and Danny just greets him with a friendly: "Hello, fellow Omega!"

Jason is just so goddamn confused, because... what? Omega!? What does this guy mean!? What in the ABO-Hell!? Why does this kinda feel right!? The fuck!? Noooooooooo!

And Danny being Danny, will not really explain anything, the guy must know what's going on, he has a well established haunt, there is no way he does not know what he is :D

So on his way he is, Danny has places to be you know

The rest of the Outlaws are also extremely confused, but in a very different way than Jason, because they were introduced to the whole Omegaverse thing a while back, and they will 100% tease Jason about this

And when it feels way too true every time they call him an Omega in the coming weeks, well Jason is not a bat family member for nothing, so communication is not on the table, thank you very much!

If he now just could find the guy who got him into this situation, that would be great

Prompt 330

Y’know what? Fuck it. Omegaverse-esque Liminals and Realms. 

See the difference between being ecto-contaminated and being a liminal is the formation of a Core, however small or malformed that might be. Which is what the “secondary sex” as the living begin to refer to it as, originates from. Mostly from it being compared to a second puberty, however half jokingly. 

See, with the formation of a Core, the living start getting the equivalent of ghost hormones, start producing their own ectoplasm, yadda yadda yadda. 

But! Not all of them are the same type. There’s omegas that like to have a semi-permanent haunt that they get real territorial of, save for with younger and weaker ecto-beings. There’s alphas who are constantly wanting to move, flitting from one location to the next. There’s betas that go wherever their Fraid does, trying to keep them together and getting real aggressive towards others who try to separate them. And then there’s deltas, who are more often on the fringes of a Fraid, driven more by violence towards perceived threats and sometimes not exactly mentally stable with how strong their Obsession can get. 

The thing is that from an outsider’s perspective, especially as people begin moving out of Amity (despite the GIW’s efforts for a blackout on the city), is that they know none of this. Which means when a team of not-quite heroes pass through, they get a bit blindsided. 

Pspspsps @golden-buddle @f4nd0m-fun @gaddaboutgriffon have prompt

[some-kind-of-creature]

God damn it, not again!(yes, again, pls, I love each and everyone of you guys who just went “Why not both?” a whole lot)

The time thing was definitely on purpose, Clockwork did not want his apprentice/son/grandchild/king/little gremlin to suffer, but the bird could use a bit of suffering(no, he could not, suffering is actually the last thing he could use, but does CW care about that? No! No, he does not!)

So suffering is what he gets.

When Dick fully enters the room Danny was held in, he sees blood on the floor and a green substance dripping from an operation table(the GIW don’t know about lab and/or health safety and definitely do not clean up after themselves)and he can only suspect the worst, especially after seeing Danny vanish in front of him with blood on his face and all over his clothes(they got him in the face, it looked way worse than it was, noses bleed like hell).

The GIW and everyone who is responsible for the Anti-Ecto Acts gets a first row seat seeing why Dick was known the most murderous of the Robins. The Acts will not last long and the people behind them even shorter.

During the demolition of the GIW, Dick, with the help of his family, tries to find any kind of information about Danny, but no matter how deep they search through the files, they can’t find anything about what happened during the last three weeks. The only report they find is the initial one about the capture of an “Ecto-contaminated Being” and nothing after that.(nothing happened, there was no time for something to happen, at least not on Danny’s end)

Dick slowly spirals deeper and deeper during his quest in finding answers.

Danny meanwhile has absolutely no idea whats going on outside of Amity Park, while trying to convince his family and friends that he is fine and can absolutely walk to the bathroom on his own, yes he is sure, fuck off Dani!

He probably attempts to flee from his family, because their overprotective mother-henning is way worse than being kidnapped by the guys in white, at least in his opinion. Also he kinda misses seeing Dick, (Okay, he really, really misses seeing the other, not that he will tell that anyone, well he will probably tell Dick… maybe) even if it wasn’t that long ago(for him, Dick would see that very different) that they had seen each other.

So when he finally makes it back to Bludhaven, Danny gets more or less tackled by a 200lb man(90kg for my fellow metric users), who then holds him in a tight hug, a hug so tight that you could practically feel the desperation and simultaneous relief the man felt in that moment.

Danny was obviously very confused and extremely concerned about Dick, especially as his shoulder started to feel wet and he could hear Dick whisper about how glad he was to see Danny again, how he was nearly sure that he would never see him again.

It seemed like they had a lot to talk about, but in this moment Danny just hugged Dick back as firmly as he could and not letting him go.

Talking could wait.

"... And yeah, that's why me and B aren't talking at the moment" Dick finished, face pressed into the cafe table, one hand playing with his cup and the other gripping Tim's hand.

"Thanks for listening." He sighed out. "Also sorry for jumping you like that and ranting-"

"Hey, it's alright, sometimes you just gotta vent for a bit." Time voice was low, and if he wasn't sitting so close Dick wouldn't be able to hear him.

He gripped his hand tighter before letting out a small chuckle. "It helped." He muttered and then sat up.

"But we should probably get home-" dick froze, looking at the person sitting with him. Black hair, blue eyes, a comforting smile on his face.

At first glance anyone would think it's Tim, but there are traces of Jason and even bruce and-

"You're not-"

"Yeah, no idea who Tim is, I'm Danny....you're going to crush my hand"

Dick let go as if the hand burnt him and blushed brightly. Oh god, he has been ranting to a complete stranger for god knows how long, has he said anything about their double life-

"Calm down, I have no clue who you are and we are probably never meeting again after this, nothing bad bout talking your issues out and all"

Tim is going to laugh at him.

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People seemed to like this and the idea did not really leave my brain since posting, so have some more :D

Damian could hear the loud argument that Grayson and Drake were having in the kitchen as he stood in front one of the many fireplaces of Wayne Manor, staring at the photos on the mantel.

There weren't any pictures of Martha and Thomas Wayne in the Manor, so this would probably one of the last moments he had the chance to commit his father's face to memory. Damian didn't let his focus waver from the picture, not even as the screaming match got louder.

Making out any of the words that were said wasn't possible anyway, not that he really needed to, he knew already what the shouting was about. The topic of this argument remains the same as the ones they had been having the whole week.

His father's death. Or, if one would believe Drakes insane sounding theory, his father's continued existence.

The loud slam of a door and the subsequent following scream that spoke of frustration broke his concentration for a second, but with a short shake of his head, Damian refocused on his father's face. This was way more important than his 'siblings' disagreement.

Even with his attention on the picture, he didn’t miss the opening of the door and the recognizable steps of Grayson, which came to a stop next to him. Damian knew that the other was studying him, but he couldn’t acknowledge his brother.

“Damian”

“Grayson”

Silence.

Then a sigh from his brother and a hand entered his field of view, grabbing the picture frame to place it face down on the mantel. So that would be it, the chance to commit his father's face to memory was over. It would have to suffice.

“You know that he is dead, right?”

“Of course I know, Grayson”

Another sigh left his brother, who turned Damian around to face him, hands placed on his shoulders and a serious expression on his face. “I know that we all would like for B to be alive, but he isn’t, and we have to remember that”

“I take it that Drake is still talking about father as if he were alive?”

Grayson lifted his hands from Damian's shoulders, rubbing his face. “Yes, but we won't talk about that” A third, even deeper sigh, then a mumbled “I should not have to talk about this”

Damian nodded in response. Yes, he should not have to talk about the dead, they have to be forgotten. He was very aware of that rule.

Even if he did not follow it as he was taught by his family. After all, he could never really forget him.

Suddenly, Grayson lowered his hands and the serious expression he had worn just a few moments earlier was replaced by a big grin. “Change of topic, did you have something to eat yet?”

“Not yet. I did not care to observe your argument with Drake, so I have not entered the kitchen this morning”

“Well, that is something that has to change immediately, follow me little brother. We will get you the best breakfast there is!” And with that he more or less skipped out of the room, not looking if Damian would follow him.

Which he would, but not before he looked back at the picture frame for a short moment, thinking to himself that maybe he could take the picture without anyone noticing. It wouldn’t be all too difficult for him, especially at night, when the other occupants of the manor were either on patrol or down in the cave. With a plan in mind, he followed his brother out of the room.

That evening, Damian moved to the penthouse in the city with his brother. He didn’t get the chance to take the picture with him.

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?

[some-kind-of-creature]

My heart, what beautiful additions from both @nerdpoe and @void-of-unparalled-chaos ❤️ Don't mind me, I'm just siting here, crying onto my cat's fur TT-TT

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We now know how things went with Damian and co, but what happens at Danny's end in the meantime? Let's go take a look and find out!!! :D

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Now that his Brother and his family knows that their dead daughter/sister is in actuality their dead son/brother, they can properly mourn him and Danny will stop getting this wrong feeling through his grief bonds.

That would be it. The End!

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That would definitely not be it. Not at all "The End!".

Danny learned this very quickly, in fact, he learned about it the very next day during his biweekly fight with Ember. A fight which gave him a lot less issues than the one last week.

A powerful ectoblast, way too powerful for the amount of strength Danny had put behind it, brought the singer easily down onto the ground and on her back. He flew down to his opponent, hoping he didn't hurt her too much.

"Everything okay down there, Ember?" The concern obvious in Danny's voice, wringing his hands together while floating just above where the other ghost lay. "I really didn't mean to hit you that hard"

Groaning, Ember picked herself up from the ground, making Danny fly away from her just a little bit. Better safe than sorry, he didn't fancy being hit with her guitar, speaking from experience it would hurt like a bit- birch!

"What happened between our fights, dipstick? How did you get even more powerful in such a short time!?" Yeah, Ember was definitely more than annoyed at being beaten this quickly into their fight. Which was understandable.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, sighing. "I have no idea, man, I haven't really fought anyone since our last fight" Letting his hands fall down to his side and his shoulder slump, he continued, "I was way too occupied with my new grief bounds, having them feeling wrong at first and then having to correct them."

Suddenly Ember was right in front of him, her face coming very close to his, making him lean back, trying to avoid being hit by her. "Woah, not so close Ember, what would Skulker say?"

"You got new grief bonds?" Ignoring his exclamation completely, Ember took his face between her hands and stared him down, as if see could see his new bonds reflected on his face. "No wonder you got stronger!"

Now completely confused, Danny just let Ember squeeze his face. "What does me getting stronger have to do with my new grief bonds?" His question came out a bit muffled due to his cheeks being squished by her, but the singer evidently had no problems understanding him.

"Because they make you stronger, idiot" She rolled her eyes. "Especially if they are grieving the real you! How do you not know this?"

"Hey, no one told me about this! How should I have known!"

Ember lets go of Danny's face and pinches the bridge of her nose, a big sigh leaving her. She gave him a sympathetic smile. "Sometimes I forget that you did not get all the standard ghostly info when you died, I'm sorry, Babypop."

The sincerity in her eyes made Danny squirm a bit, he did not want to make her feel bad about this.

"You don't have to be sorry about this" He pulled his knees up to his torso. "It's not like you had anything to do with that, right" With that thought, he gave her a cheeky grin and stuck his tongue out. "At least, I really hope you had not, or I will write you a strongly worded letter!"

That startled a laugh out of Ember.

"You little brat!"

"A little brat that is now even stronger than you!"

"Oh, you're so on for this, dipstick!"

And with that the two of them got back into their fight, laughing all the while.

It didn't really matter that he got a bit stronger, nine new grief bonds were in the grand scheme of things not that much. Nothing had to change because of that.

Now, this would definitely be The End!

Yeah... definitely...

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Meanwhile, at the Justice League Dark monthly meeting.

"So... did you lot also feel that surge in power over the last few days?"

The answer was a nod and murmur of confirmation from all present JDL members in the room.

"Does anyone know where this power surge came from?"

This time the answer was a collective shake of heads.

"Well, shit..."

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?

[some-kind-of-creature]

The thing is Bruce had heard about this particular League Law, how could he not have in all the years he had known about the League.

It was first brought to his attention when he and Talia were talking about marriage, he mentioned that he would like for them to use his parent's rings. Her slight grimace to that question was unexpected, as was her answer.

"We do not waste breath talking about those who were too weak to stay with us in life."

This opinion would be just one of their growing points of contention, at least until this day. Now he was asking himself how he could have failed to show his son that he did not subscribe to this teaching of the league?

Bruce must have talked about his parents at some point during the time Damian was with him, he had to, right? One of the main reasons for him to become Batman was that his parents had died.

But as much as he thought about every interaction he had with his son in the past, he could not remember a single one where he talked about his parents. Not on their birthdays or the anniversary of their death, both days he went to visit their graves, always alone.

"I don't even know the day she died"

The only pictures of his parents that were not hidden away in boxes, which had not been touched since he had Alfred put them away, were a pair of picture frames in his room. After their death, he could not stand to look at all the pictures and paintings that were hung throughout the manor.

"What had his daughter looked like?"

He asked himself whether Damian had mourned her, or if he believed that the league was in the right to forget the dead. As soon as the question did cross his mind, he felt nauseous for even thinking this way. Damian had obviously never forgotten his sister, not if he would just mention her.

As much as he wanted to drown in his own grief, just letting it swallow him whole, he knew that he could not let this happen. He experienced already what that would do to him, having let his grief just consume him after Jason's death.

Bruce had to make amends for his failure, for having Damian believe that he did have to remember and grief his sister in secret.

They now would remember their gone family member together. His son would have not to carry his grief all alone anymore.

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?

[some-kind-of-creature]

Verbally fist fighting with the Ghost of Time is always worth it! (It's not but that does not deter our boy from doing it regardless and you best believe that Danny will have very strong words with Clockwork.)

But that definitely has to wait, he can't leave Dick alone at the moment. One time he went to the bathroom while Dick was asleep and let's just say Dick waking up and not finding Danny in his direct vicinity, not a good time, for either of them.

So it will take some time till they can safely talk about all of this. In the meantime he will let Dick cuddle and pamper him as much as he needs to assure himself that Danny is really back and okay.

And maybe Danny likes getting all this attention and care, even though he also kinda hates himself a bit for thinking that, his friend did go through something extremely dramatic and traumatising and here he is liking the closeness(By the Ancients, get it together Fenton! Don't be like that!)

Meanwhile, Dick has a very similar thought process, down to the hating himself a bit about his feelings.

And to answer the question in the tags for the Danny x Dick couple tag, its “Death Defying” (There is a Google Doc with ship names from the BatPham Server that you can find [HERE])

"... And yeah, that's why me and B aren't talking at the moment" Dick finished, face pressed into the cafe table, one hand playing with his cup and the other gripping Tim's hand.

"Thanks for listening." He sighed out. "Also sorry for jumping you like that and ranting-"

"Hey, it's alright, sometimes you just gotta vent for a bit." Time voice was low, and if he wasn't sitting so close Dick wouldn't be able to hear him.

He gripped his hand tighter before letting out a small chuckle. "It helped." He muttered and then sat up.

"But we should probably get home-" dick froze, looking at the person sitting with him. Black hair, blue eyes, a comforting smile on his face.

At first glance anyone would think it's Tim, but there are traces of Jason and even bruce and-

"You're not-"

"Yeah, no idea who Tim is, I'm Danny....you're going to crush my hand"

Dick let go as if the hand burnt him and blushed brightly. Oh god, he has been ranting to a complete stranger for god knows how long, has he said anything about their double life-

"Calm down, I have no clue who you are and we are probably never meeting again after this, nothing bad bout talking your issues out and all"

Tim is going to laugh at him.

[ambisinistous-blog]

tags

#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny and damian are siblings#demon twins#or#older brother Danny#a dead brother#who is not as dead as everyone was led to believe#but that's not the main focus right now#Bruce is angry at Damian for not telling him about his other son#Damian is rightfully confused#all his life the dead were not to be acknowledged#if you died you might as well have never existed at all#so Bruce has only himself to blame#(and obviously the maternal side of Damian's family tree)#especially if he dismissed Damian's questions about his parents in the past#but how did they come to know about Danny?#good question!#maybe a summoning#planned by the JL or a cult thing#or he is a new JLD member#Batfam on a road trip and they happen to stop in AP#Danny goes to college in Gotham and people who want PHDs get monitored#take your pick#there are a lot of possibilities#CreatureWrites

It wasn’t supposed to be a secret.

If you died while with the league, you will no longer be acknowledged to have existed, especially if you died during a mission. A disappointment will not be remembered.

The bats and birds don’t like speaking about the people they have lost, so they don’t. If someone ask about the dead, they will tell the person they don’t talk about that.

So how was Damian supposed to know that he should have told his father about his dead brother?