#Dad (I miss you)
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my issue is that just rewatching Supernatural isn’t enough. It takes too long. I want it all at once. I need a room covered in 327 monitors that feed me every single episode at the same time. I need the DVDs melted down and put into an IV drip. I want every single minute of the show tattooed on the inside of my eyelids. I need to live inside its flesh.
#I’m just a casual fan no biggie#take it or leave it I don’t really care for spn that much#no but seriously like you get me right???? or am I actually going insane#cause when I watch season 1 I miss cas and Jack and Crowley and everyone#but when I watch season 14 I miss the boys on the road looking for dad 🥹#so like I can’t win????#spn#supernatural#dean winchester#sam winchester#castiel#crowley#jack kline#rewatch#going insane#normal show for normal people#misha collins#jensen ackles#jared padalecki#destiel#sam and dean
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Everyone thinks that dick was the golden child when in reality it was Jason.
Clark: Bruce who was your favourite robin?
Dick: obviously it’s me?
Tim: it’s dick
Damian: I am superior robin, it will be me.
Bruce: it’s Jason
Everyone: WHAT?!?!???
Bruce: why are you so surprised? He didn’t jump on too my chandeliers which I had to replace each week
*everyone looks at dick*
Bruce: he didn’t drop out of school
*everyone looks at tim*
Bruce: I didn’t have to stop him from killing everyone who annoyed him
*everyone looks at Damian*
Bruce: in fact, he enjoyed school and handed all his homework in on time, we would spend hours in the library reading his favourite classics. He even helped Alfred with most of the cooking, He was my little boy
Jason: stop spreading lies, I hate you go away
Bruce: my precious little boy
#jason todd#Bruce Wayne#dick Grayson#Damian Wayne#tim Drake#clark kent#Batman#alfred pennyworth#Bruce: he my little baby#jason: I’m 6’2 and have the ability to kill you if I wanted#Bruce: my baby my little son#jason: GOD YOURE SO EMBARRASSING DAD#jason was probably the most behaved child before he went boom boom and I stand by that#he enjoyed school#most likey hated it when he missed it#and he loves classic literature???#bros a huge nerd#yea dick is all smiles but probably gave Bruce’s near death heart attacks everytime he swung from chandeliers and rooftops#jason just wanted to live his life in the library reading his fav books and homework
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The secret good ending for FNAF ruin,,
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf vanessa#fnaf vanny#fnaf cassie#mask bot#fnaf#security breach#fnaf ruin#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#guys I promise this is a canon ending#yall just missed it 🩵#Vanny adopting all them kids she’s all their big sister now#Also for the 5 fans of mask bot THIS IS FOR YOU 🩵🩵#mask bot mentioned 🔥#I want to do mor game centred comics#tbh I’ll give anything for Cassie and Vanny to talk#they’d have sm to speak about from the mask to Gregory to even Cassie’s dad/Vanny’s co worker#maybe in a future game we’ll get something#for now I’ll draw about it myself 😤
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Jason:
Also Jason:
when you're worried about your dad but you also have a reputation
Masterlist
#jason ''only I can hurt my dad'' todd#this is probably the most jason's texted to bruce in the span of 24 hrs#so bruce probably got home n saw 30+ missed calls from jay and assumed his son was on the brink of death#bruce: i love you my beautiful son 🥰#jason: fuck off old man#jason internally: omg my dad loves me 🥹#jason todd#red hood#bruce wayne#batman#social media au#batfamily#batfam#batdad#dc comics#incorrect quotes#crack#texts#tweets#fanatical posting
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While the world is ending (again), the Hero of Ferelden and his son are on a journey together...
(AKA why the Warden and Kieran are missing, they're somewhere else having their own family adventure)
#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#morrigan x warden#the hero of ferelden#the warden#aed amell#kieran amell#I DIDNT EXPECT AED TO BE THE BEST DAD OUT OF ALL MY OCS BUT HERE WE ARE#i bet he calls kieran baby boy baby darling sweetie all the time#as if he was still 2 :___)#I MISS THEM BIOWARE WHAT ARE YOU DOING UGH#anyway#comic strip#long post#HEY HEY#zale mercar#a little cameo with his girlfriend ehhh#i bet morrigan is getting some battle of denerim vibes there lol#otp: then we are both fools#veilguard spoilers#da4 spoilers#morrigan
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Suna Kaiya kicks. Like a lot.
In your tummy, she kicks like you wouldn’t believe, far more than Akito ever did, and it fills you with so much excitement to know she’s happy, she’s healthy, and she’s excited to meet you both.
She’s moving more than usual today, and your hands come up to cradle your stomach, smiling down and letting your thumb soothe over it.
“Morning momma,” Rintaro says, and you smile as Akito sits happily perched on his dads shoulders.
“Morning, mumma!” Your six year old chirps, and you laugh at the duality of them. At the sight of your hands, two pairs of green eyes fall to your stomach, and two wide smiles grow. “Is Kaiya kicking?”
“She is bud,” you beam, moving to pour him a cup of juice as Rin sits him down at the table. “You wanna feel?”
“Yeah!” He says excitedly. With his juice you walk over to him, letting his tiny hands press against your swollen stomach, and he giggles at the feeling. “My baby sister is crazy!” He takes the juice from your hands and brings it to his mouth to sip.
“Rin, you are wanna come feel?” You ask, and he chuckles and shakes his head. He’s always loved your baby bump, loved the kicking of his babies that are growing inside of you, but lately, at his touch, Kaiya’s been kicking more furiously, roughly, and it’s taking its toll on your back.
He’s thrilled she’s already in tuned with his touch. But he hates the effect it has on you.
You roll your eyes, “Rintaro, Kaiya will always kick and hurt my back, you may as well feel her while she’s active and not resting.”
He gives you a small nod and a nervous sigh, stalking over to you and gently resting his hands on your belly. Instantly, the baby kicks at the warmth of his hands, but you’re sure to not pull a face or shift away while he does.
“She’s going crazy,” he laughs, looking at the bump fondly.
“Told you,” you say, gently carding a hand through his hair.
“Dang,” he chuckles, leaning over to kiss your head. “We really made that…”
“How?”
Both of your eyes widen and instantly dart to look at Akito, who’s cheeks are stained with strawberry juice and dark brown eyebrow quirked in interest.
“Uhh-“
“Time to get dressed!” You chirp, moving from Rintaro’s grip to meet your son, whose eyes are curved in confusion.
“But I haven’t had breakfast yet!”
“Breakfast in the living room today, whoo!” You quickly say, looking at Rin nervously who merely laughs at your distress, shaking his head before he starts making breakfast.
#just a lil thing bc I missed the Suna Family ☹️🫶🏻#suna rintaro#suna rintaro x reader#suna rintaro fluff#suna rintaro x reader fluff#suna rintaro x f!reader#suna rintaro imagine#suna rintaro haikyuu#suna#suna fluff#suna x reader#suna x reader fluff#suna x f!reader#suna imagine#suna haikyuu#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff#haikyuu imagine#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x reader fluff#haikyuu x female reader#haikyuu x f!reader#haikyuu x yn#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x y/n#dad!suna#dad!suna rintaro#dad!au#dad!haikyuu
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Summary: Malleus, Silver, and Sebek meet the baby.
[Can be seen as a continuation to this fic]
“Malleus, why are you holding the baby that way? You held baby Silver before just hold them the way you used to hold Silver.”
Malleus’ form gradually softened, “Babies are fragile. It’s…been a while since I held Silver in such a form.”
You nodded and rubbed his shoulder, “Yes, and look how strong he’s become.”
The one in question leaned forward and poked at the little one’s hand, smiling fondly when tiny fingers wrapped around his.
“You boys were adorable as babies. I can picture it. Cute baby Sebek and Silver and plushie Malleus.”
“Plushie-”
You smirked as Sebek smothered himself from being too loud.
“Come Sebek, you’re too quiet. Come hold the baby. Nothing is better than baby cuddles.”
You dragged Sebek over who stuttered before freezing as Malleus lays the babe in his arms.
You all watched as Sebek practically melted when your baby opened their eyes and smiled at him before sleeping again.
“Please tell me you got that on camera, Lilia.”
“Every second of it.”
As you watch your family, you know the future is brighter than ever…
“Hey Sebek, were you born a baby or a were you a hatchling?”
“WH-”
Silver smothered Sebek’s voice before he could wake the little one.
The smiles and laughter lasted for a long while.
You could even say it lasted for eternity.
I felt kind of bad leaving the boys out before and didn’t know how to add them in, so they get their own part 💞💞💚💚🫶🫶
#ahhh I missed teasing you sebek zigvolt my beloved#I didn’t forget you croc boy just cause I’ve been teasing silver with his dads hehehe#lilia vanrouge#malleus draconia#twst silver#sebek zigvolt#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#silver vanrouge#twst fluff#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x you#twst headcanons#twst scenarios#lilia vanrouge x reader#lilia vanrouge x you#x reader
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Dick, picking up his phone that’s been buzzing incessantly for the past 10 mins: UGH. yes Bruce what do you want, to give me more money, convince me to get a more heavily enforced suit again, more patrol together, my soul?
#Bruce: actually I was just telling u to come to Damian’s art show but if any of these are on the table…#except ur soul you can keep it :)#dick: hangs up#when ur dad still misses u even tho you’ve been moved out for 20 years now#I love them so much your honour#source: keeping up with the kardashians#batman#dc comics#bruce wayne#batfam#batfamily#dcu#dc robin#dick grayson#nightwing#good dad bruce wayne
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Dick 'my mental stability is hanging by the rope that snapped and killed my parents' Grayson met Bruce 'emotions aren't real if you don't acknowledge them' Wayne when he was 8 years old and he never recovered.
#dick tries to have a normal day but all he gets is mixed signals from his dad and a traumatizing event (very probable)#“I miss you”#“now get out of my house”#← I'm paraphrasing but yes he's said that#I'm so sick of them one day I'll write the longest vent about them and nobody can stop me#their relationship is the definition of 'complicated'#dick grayson#nightwing#robin#bruce wayne#batman#bruce and dick#dc#dc comics
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I love Dadster.
I also love the concept of Dadster-in-law
#aka drawing#aka doodles#also just in case anyone asks i use gaster as a dad/bro interchangeably djkfgldge#gaster: how many children do you want to have#you: um#sans: DAD STOP IT ARGHGHGGRH#kid or no kid hes gonna act as a very exciteable grandpa#he wants to be invited to the wedding#void and deleted from the timeline be damned#like he’s gonna miss his son’s wedding#get real#you: dr gaster? mr gaster?#gaster: please call me dad#sans: (dying inside)#also gaster is so fun to draw
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#a doodley#i had to make this blue so tumblr would stop hiding it from the dash#anyway no caption this happened 2 hrs ago#im happy abt my surgery but it and other things this year keep beinging conversations like these up#and i cant handle it at all.#everything my dad tells me just makes me feel worse and not bc its anything bad but bc I Feel Bad#like the conversation then continued to him being like no dont cry im just saying i wpuld have wanted to#quit my job decades ago and set aside money so I wouldnt be struggling as much now but that didnt happen#and i just dont want that to happen to you guys :)#so we have to support u so that your life is what u want it to be#and i cried even more bc what do u mean. thats so sad. ur a person and u were a child and baby once and ur gonna die#and you always almost cry when u talk about your mom who passed away decades ago#and your brothers that passed away#recently and im going to be your age and still sobbing bc i miss my dad. just like i have been prematurely crying about since i was 7#the other day my dad asked my mom if i cried a lot when i was a baby/kid and my mom said no and then my dad#said that when i Did cry it was so severe he thought i would ''drown in my own tears''#bc i could never stop. like. thats still true today. ive been crying on and off since then#i think i mentioned he's just been telling me stories about his life lately and it further fuels this. i get so sad. im sorry your life was#like this. i dont want to die i dont want you to die im sad im sorry im sorry#im scared. im never going to see you again. how horrible. how horrible#i cant enjoy my day today bc every day is a day closer and i get sad
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i can't get the thought of simon calling johnny "our johnny" out of my head.
it's such a northern thing to do. it's such a normal thing for him to think in the privacy of his own head where he doesn't have to soften his nasal manchester accent or hide away the linguistic markers that make the brass bristle or recruits snigger.
but he's never said it out loud to anyone because when he thinks "our johnny" what he really means is "my johnny". and that's not a thought he can share with anyone.
#pfh headcannons#this thought brought to you by the fact that i miss my dad going “alright our parker?”#simon riley x john mactavish#sr#jm#ghoap
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bonjour wakfu fans. i am, how you say, back in the fucking building.
also do we remember when this happened
#im doing a rewatch for the first time in like 5 years or so. can u tell#a lot of things did not age well. but i still find it funny that amalia threatened to throw herself overboard just because yugo didn't#wanna wait things out#also do we ever think about how for adamai his first interaction with yugo is kinda intertwined with his father figure dying. b#because i do.#“yugo how come you get to keep *your* dad?”#i wanna make wakfu charms but like no one but me would want them bdbdbd#im gonna make them eventually anyways because i wanna be that one store that has popular shit and also niche shit people never heard of#wakfu yugo#wakfu#yugo wakfu#amalia wakfu#wakfu amalia#wakfu season 1#wakfu season 2#THEY WERE SO TINY OKAY. THEY WERE SO SMALL#i miss s1 ad :[#also i adore yugo shooing off az to go sit in the stands in the gobbal game <333
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from chapter 10 of Famous Last Words in May Death Never Stop You by the amazing @slexenskee
I've wanted to draw this scene ever since I read it lmao. Fun fact I was eating lunch at the time and I was laughing so hard I had to leave the room since someone was watching tv. Good times, good times.
#fic may death never stop you#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#my hero academia#mha#gojo satoru#eri#mha eri#endeavor#todoroki enji#pencil's art tag#if what satoru was wearing was described in the next chapter I missed it#I had fun putting band references on him lol#with at least one say it aint so lyric just for the homecoming occasion#and of course my favorite#the sugar we're going down bracelet#it looks so inappropriate in the first frame but this is gojo so it fits#idk how to draw children being held please squint past the parts that don't make sense#satoru killed his dad dead#all of those gray hairs enji has are definitely his fault#he's back in this man's life for 5 minutes and he's already causing untold stress#as all things should be
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Prompt in Memes 6
Let's make it some in-world memes this time :)
#prompts#memes#meme#cryptid batman#cryptid batfam#cryptid batfamily#battinson#They somehow travel back in time & makes it everyone elses problem#They do not communicate with anyone else besides each other lol#give battinson a robin#but it's time travel and he has all of the robins at once#except Damian but they're going to grab him the moment he exists#Jason: wait does this mean I still have my all-blades#bruce is a good dad#but also so very done with his kids but in a of love and exasperation way#8 year old Dick & 5 year old Jason & 3 year old Tim showing up at the manor: B let us in it cold out here#3 year old Steph kicking down the door: Hope u missed my presence#5 year old Cass crawling in through the window: :) hello family#The kids: Wow Bruce u wear makeup that heavy that's funny lol#But can u imagine battinson with several tiny children following like ducklings#They're perfectly behaved in public but go back to being their lil shit selves when they get home#Gotham: aw the Waynes are like lil angels#Also Gotham: Oh my gosh did you SEE Robin Bite that poor person I hope they don't also turn into an undead cryptid
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Health and Hybrids (XXVIII)👽👻💚
[I can't remember the original prompt posters for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]
🖤Chapter navigation can be found here🖤 Click to browse previous updates.
💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts 💚 (now featuring mediocre mouseover translations, only available on a computer)
Where we last left off... Danny has another hashtag breakdown! Man, we've got a lot of these, huh? It's YJ's fault this time; whoopsie doodles! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Trigger warnings for this story: body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) | my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.
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“Danny,” Diana says from the door.
Danny looks up from his place in the book. It’s definitely aimed at younger kids, but it’s a pretty wordy picture book; there are a couple paragraphs he can’t quite parse, but he’s making pretty good progress on the words he can’t recognize.
It’s a story about a cat who misses its mother. Danny tries not to relate to it too much.
“Hm?” he asks, flipping the front flap of the dust cover over his current pages to mark his place. The book goes back onto the nightstand, beside his space shuttle; Danny uses the railing beside his bed to support himself stepping up and out of his wheelchair, leaning on the railing until he can figure out…wait, where’d he leave his old people walker?
“This walk is long. You will want your chair.”
Well, then. Couldn’t she have said that before Danny did all that pulling? Danny falls back into his chair, kinda peeved. “Fine.”
Diana smiles. She doesn’t have to wear the mask around him anymore— Danny’s pretty sure that his injuries have been declared as clotted, or sealed, or whatever at this rate. They for sure swabbed his ectoplasm and came to some kind of conclusion, anyway, which means he only looks gross, but isn’t, like…actively leaking fluids.
On the one hand, gross! But, well, you know. Nothing for it but bandaids and time.
And her face looks nice. Danny hadn’t known what she’d looked like, before. She smiles when she sees him. Her light eyes crinkle, and her lips turn up… She’s nice. Danny’s sure that she’s only there to be in charge of him in case he gets scary, but she’s in charge of him and she’s nice. She doesn’t have to be nice; lots of people have been in charge of him and been mean about it. There was that one guy who kept holding him—with the taser—
(Time slips away from him, a little. When he gets back to the world in front of him, Diana is carefully looking at his face, the back of her hand stroking the back of his.)
Danny’s in his chair. He’s not…there. He’s in his chair, on a big space station (????) with a bunch of really colorful fighters on it, and Diana is touching his hand (that’s so much weaker and slower than it used to be) and he’s not hungry and he’s only scared because of memories. He’s safe. He’s not being pinned down by the neck so that they can strap down his wrists and hips to the table—they’re not shocking him—he can move his fingers, he’s not stuck in his core—
His core throbs. Danny bites into his bisected lip, and tries not to cry.
“Are you alright?” Diana asks, voice gentled. The soft touch of her hand doesn’t stop. “We can wait. There is no—“
Danny shakes his head, and takes his hand away so he could wipe at his eyes. It’s fine. Bad memories are everywhere: in the walls, in the floor, in the ceiling, in the hands of people taking care of him. That’s not… There’s nothing Danny can do about that. That just. Takes time.
…He think he might have that time. Now. He thought he would die for good in that five by five box, waiting for something that would finally end him instead of just keeping him in a cycle of injuries he never fully healed from.
But now he’s not. He’s here.
He wants to keep going.
“Alright,” Diana says, slow and careful. “Hold on.”
Danny doesn’t hold on—or, well, you know, he engages his core muscles and all that, but he doesn’t cling to his arm rests or to the frame of his chair because he knows that Diana is really, really strong, but she also really, really doesn’t want to hurt him.
She rolls him out of the medical wing and into the space station proper. Danny feels like he’s been here before, but he doesn’t remember it super well. Maybe it was when he was sick or something? Either way, a lot of different people wave at him as they go by—or just straight up stare, if they’re rude—and Danny generally just watches people rush by, carrying all kinds of equipment, and a potted plant, and a…starfish in a jar…?
Oh, the starfish waves at him???? Danny waves back because?? What??
Danny rolls to a stop at a smooth, cylindrical elevator. It looks like a giant test tube.
…Oh boy. Danny takes a deep breath, and holds it. Reflexively. Sure, this elevator probably isn’t like being dunked into water to see if his body absorbs ambient oxygen from the atmosphere or if his biology is truly not oxygen-based, but the memory is. Bad.
They go upwards. Nothing happens but Diana’s pushed button.
Danny exhales.
They get off at a section of the base Danny’s never been to, and it's essentially just a long, somewhat narrow hallway. The walls are actually painted a creamy off-white here, and there’s…like…decorative panels towards the base of his wheels trailing down the hallway? An orange ceiling, too?
Huh??
The rooms are numbered, but they’re not plain steel like in other areas downstairs; some of them have stickers, or drawings, or marker written straight onto the door itself. They look...cozy...? Danny thinks so, anyway, compared to the rest of the ultra high tech space base.
They roll to a stop in front of a door. It’s got a number on it, same as all the others, but there’s a box cutout taped to the front of it. The—
—The print is of the same style of space shuttle Danny keeps next to his bed, inked onto glorious cardboard medium.
Danny stares.
“Gegrapa,” Diana urges, so gentle. Too bad that, uh, Danny doesn’t know that one. He looks at her. She mimes touching the door— Oh. Got it.
Danny leans forward just enough to touch the door with his fingertips.
The door says something in a robotic voice, but the synthesizer is too mangled for Danny to make out the words. The door slides open horizontally into the wall, instead of the way the other doors open like portals or from below, and it’s kind of cool?
Inside is a bedroom. Danny stares.
…No, it’s actually a bedroom. Not a medical wing, not a cot, not a repurposed conference room or—it’s actually got a bed in it. Like. A real one. There’s a wooden headboard and it’s got a mattress on it that’s thicker than a VCR.
There’s constellation sheets on a bed big enough to curl up on.
There’s a nightstand, a small desk on the far wall—there’s a little lip where the bedroom dips into a tiny sitting room, a small television on a table and a small table and chair. It’s kind of…it’s kind of like a little hotel suite.
Danny’s mouth goes dry.
He doesn’t move, and Diana doesn’t wheel him in. “It’s okay,” Diana says, and—Danny almost flinches when she touches his hair, but it’s only Diana, who’s never hit him, and they’re fine. He’s…safe. It’s safe. He’s safe here. “Do you want to go in?”
Danny doesn’t move. His hands don’t touch the wheels. They’re shaking; he puts his hands in his lap and he tries to breathe. “…What?” he asks hoarsely.
“A rum for my Danny,” Diana murmurs, quietly. Danny’s heart throbs at the possessive. “You are healthier now. You do not need doctors every hour, but only sum hours. You cuðe spenda more time here, all ana.”
Words go by so fast even at Diana's smooth, unhurried pace— and Danny licks dry, split lips. He looks around the room—and the room is small, sure, but they're in space. Space will always be a premium. Even in this small room, though, the furniture is sparse and placed distant from each other…distant enough that Danny can wheel around freely in his chair.
There’s a Moon clock display hung on the wall over the doorway, and Danny can faintly see the outline of what he assumes is the current lunar phase as seen from Earth.
Having the lamp isn’t exactly the same as glow-in-the-dark-stars, and thank goodness for that. If it had been, Danny might have cried.
(Or, he realizes, something burning in his eyes that isn’t ectoplasm, maybe he is crying.)
“...Me?” Danny asks, terrified to know the answer. Is this room for him?? Is he getting a room here? Is he supposed to stay here? On the moon?! Is he supposed to stay with everyone here, in a tiny room, where there’s nowhere to go and nowhere to escape?
…It’s a bedroom. It’s already so much more than the stupid guys in white ever gave him.
“Yes,” Diana says, and lets go of his hair. “Use it, or do not. Sitta here, or sitta in the medical bay, but now you have two choices.”
Okay. So Danny has choices. He swallows his feelings—they taste a lot like snot—and rolls himself inside to inspect the room.
There’s another little fridge inside the sitting area. It’s not right next to the bed like it is beside Danny’s cot, but it is the same style of fridge. When Danny pops the door open, it has the same styles of snacks. Fig Einsteins. Peanut butter squeezies and applesauce squeezies and yogurt squeezies. Protein shakes in bottles. Pedialight. Hummus packs.
Danny might still need someone to open the snack packs for him. That’s kind of a high dexterity food, if he thinks about it.
“If you wish to sitta here, we will visit you all you like. There is a belle at your bed,” Diana says, and walks in with all her purple scrubs and tied-up hair to point to a little button on his nightstand. It’s red. It’s got a little smiley face sticker next to it, and Danny thinks he recognizes the style from one of his nurse’s bestickered name tags. Belle is probably a direct cognate for bell. He’ll be able to get everyone to come up here if he needs help.
…Okay, that’s kind of nice. To have personal space. He hasn’t had that since… Danny’s eyes squint as he thinks; he rubs an eye. Wait, when had he been squatting under a conference table? Was that a real memory??
Diana is very tall, even in the little space, but when she ducks her head, the gesture makes her a little smaller, a little more manageable for Danny’s lower-than-usual-gaze. Now that he can see her expression, she looks soft, and even uncertain, even though she looks stone and strong on the television when she goes out to fight. “Do you like it?” she asks.
Danny fidgets.
He—does. He likes it a lot. The room doesn’t have any windows, but if Danny moved all his things in here, got used to being able to come and go, and people coming in and out…this space could be just another space. It’s quieter than the medical ward. More peaceful.
…The room is utterly devoid of other people.
(Danny thinks of The Box. Danny thinks of being in The Box.)
(Danny doesn’t like remembering The Box.)
“I am scared,” Danny admits to his twitching thumbs, his fingers itching for a fidget toy or one of his physical therapy tools. Diana’s face immediately drops.
“Why are you scared?”
I’ll be alone Danny wants to say, but he doesn’t know the word for alone and he struggled with phrasing. “No…people here.”
“That is triewe. You would have more dīegolnes here,” Diana agrees, and straightens out of her crouch. “Is that good, or bad?”
It isn’t good and it isn’t bad…? Danny isn’t sure how to phrase it. It’s neither. Being alone is just scary.
“You not hurt me,” Danny tries, knowing he’s missing some connecting word in the middle. He ignores how Diana comes back to kneel beside him, because if he looks at her, he won’t say anything. “Do not.”
“No,” Diana says, from beside and below him, gentle, careful. “We do not.”
No. They don’t. Danny swallows. “Bad…hurt me.” He doesn’t know the word for Earth or planet or even downstairs, so he just meekly points downwards.
Diana stills. It’s like watching Vlad’s Maddie cat spot a bird to hunt down. Danny tries not to feel pinned. “On eorþegearde?” she asks, still light, still gentle. Danny can hear a shadow of steel, though, and he counts himself lucky that she’s never treated him like an enemy. Danny quickly nods. His eyes squeeze shut.
“Who?” Diana asks feather-light.
Danny doesn’t want to tell them what he is. Admitting the name of the agency hunting him itself would be given in.
…But maybe if he doesn’t say the name…and they...and they promised they'd help hide him...
He wants to be right. Danny wants to be right that they're nice, and that they want to help him. Danny wants to be right that they want to protect him. As long as he never, nevernotevernever tells them he's a ghost...
Maybe someone will help him. This time.
“Bad,” Danny repeats, because he genuinely has no idea how to translate?? “Wants…hurts me? For…” WHAT WORDS DOES HE KNOW? Danny gives up and just draws a y-shaped autopsy incision on his chest. It goes down from his collarbones to his belly button.
Diana watches. Her eyes are sharp.
“Do you feel safe with the staff dunstæger in medical?” Diana is quick on the ball with the question and Danny nods quickly—he’s never alone there, and no one’s ever hurt him, and people whose job it is to help people are always coming in and out, and Medical helps them too.
“Good,” Danny whispers. “Talk…talks to me.”
“Ealne weg,” Diana affirms firmly. Whatever that means. “We will cepa you safe.”
You safe and we is all Danny needs to hear. He could probably cry by himself, but Danny wants the comfort anyway; Diana lets Danny take her hands into his, and he lets tears fall into someone else’s grip instead of his own.
*
Bruce is halfway to the monitor room before he feels himself be picked up from underneath the armpits.
Usually finding himself at inappropriate heights involves horseplay from Clark. No one else would be so bold as to actually put their hands on him within the professional setting of the Watchtower—and Bruce has worked very, very hard on maintaining a reputation that keeps the handsier of his fellows at bay.
The culprit is not Clark this time. Bruce finds himself looking downward at Diana’s tearstained face, fury and resignation warring in her expression.
Bruce is careful not to sigh. “Wonder Woman. What is the matter?”
“Someone,” Diana grits out, voice carefully modulated to cut out her own pain, “Hurt my charge.”
On the one hand, the situation with their patient is exactly as Bruce had expected. The circumstance is tragic. The circumstance was predictable.
On the other, Diana's new upset means that Bruce now has more information to work with than ever before.
Bruce can work with this.
“Tell me everything.” Bruce’s voice is just as firm—even held midair like a cat. “I will help you in every way I can.”
#HEy guess who got a covid booster took a nap so fat that SOMEONE almost suffocated and then woke up at 6am to write 1800 words of Hybrids??#Danny: so like. They don't TREAT me like a ghost. so if I just say I'm NOT a ghost..it's good right?? They won't do what mom n dad did??#Wonder Woman (seething with rage): You are NOT going to be able to stop me from killing people#Bruce very quietly: (noted)#health and hybrids#dp x dc#danny phantom#dcu crossover#dpxdc#dcxdp#tw medical#tw body horror#tw gore#although at this point we're mostly a recovery fic#this whole thing has been a recovery fic huh#the healing power of watching someone else get picked up after being punted around like a football#I think we're also a mystery fic but I'm really drawing out the details here ngl#clark is eating chips w nightwing rn they're both missing out on the action
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