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And it begins!! I am so excited for this comic to progress. I do hope you’ll all decide to read and stick around while I produce this over the next weeks and months!

Total time put into these four pages was 26 hours and 43 minutes! If you like Sonic and Shadow, you’ll like this comic and AU!

I also want to give another warning, but this comics rating is a bit above what would be PG-13 and will have some more mature humor/referenced topics and foul language. Please read at your own discretion.

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[claramelooo]

OMG honey! Haha 😆

I love how you freak out over each chapter, because each chapter is a different emotion, right?

I hope to make you sit on the edge of your seat more often 😈🙏🏻

You're so special to meeee!

Thanks, honey!

Luvu

subscribing to a fic isn’t enough I need the author to blast a bat signal into the night sky whenever they update

[jewelsli]

Wizarding World X DC

Okay this idea has been spinning around my head all day, an au where the Wayne family is an ancient line of pure bloods that moved to Gotham from Britain ages ago, it’s still tradition for the members to go to Hogwarts for their magical schooling because the family has been there since the founding of the school.

Basically Bruce would have gone to school around the same time as James and Lilly and John Constantine but that’s not for right now. He wasn’t involved much in the Order of the Pheonix because that was around the time the JL was fighting a bunch of stuff/forming. He’s an exceptional wizard who could easily become an auror if he wanted to with his level of skill that he has because he is an overachiever. I think that he would also learn to become an animagus because of just how paranoid he is (and it obviously would have to be a bat, probably one of the mega bats), but that’s up for debate.

Anyway none of his sons would go to hogwarts(or know that he’s a wizard/about the British wizarding world) since magical blood is pretty rare naturally (I have a headcannon that anyone could learn magic but it would be much harder). I was debating making the Drake’s another ancient pure blood line and I’ve decided that at some point they had a few generations with just squibs and have forgotten their magic? Or something?

Putting that all aside, along comes Damian, almost eleven and in no way educated about his magic (accidental magic was lessened because of the strange energy of the Lazarus pits). Cue Bruce trying to teach his son everything he can about magic in the seven months he has before his new kid has to go to school, while also trying to keep it from his other kids(why does he have so many…).

They end up saying that Damian is going to a boarding school in Britain (the cover story for every Wayne child) that has limited spots. Damian is reluctant to leave his new role of Robin but Bruce, in a last ditch attempt allows Damian to get his own owl (Bruce had one already), promises to work out a way to let him apparate to Gotham every few weekends (the other kids think they are using the bat plane) and also agrees to teach Damian to be an animagus as well (Honduras white bat? One of those desert cats? Idk yet).

Damian would be in the same year as the golden trio or one year above/below them. I think Bruce would have gotten sorted into Slytherin (ambition) or Ravenclaw (wit and wisdom), but he could fit in Gryfinndor as well. As for Damian, I think Hufflepuff would actually be the best fit (loyalty), however as with his father any of the houses could work.

The professors are NOT ready for Wayne headache number two with Damian sneaking out almost as much as his dad and finding twice as many dangerous magical beasts (and somehow taming them).

Since the Wayne’s are a sort of legacy family Bruce can visit occasionally (think how Lucius just shows up for some reason).

As for the golden trio. I think that first off a few things would change with the Justice league(and more) existing. Personally I think Harry would get his hands on every comic/merchandise piece he could, and hermione is fascinated by them and how each of them came to be (if she was in Gotham her and Tim would get along or clash). Ron has no idea who most of them are but does know about the Wayne family (since they are a pretty famous pure blood line and his dad is fascinated by how they have integrated into muggle society) and magical supers like dr fate and Captain Marvel.

Damian walks in and once people realize who he is a lot of them expect him to be airheaded and shallow (or an absolute jerk). And like… it’s only been a few months so he’s not the greatest with people but he’s not BAD. He is absolutely disgusted by Draco when he talks bad about muggles around him, he does not tolerate bullying at all (it’s not logical), and he’s like… scarily perceptive…

For year one he absolutely goes to the forbidden corridor the second he can, finds fluffy, and is absolutely fascinated by them, he goes looking for the troll but is stopped lol. Oh he also meets Hagrid’s dragon to and helps the trio smuggle him away (the books). I don’t think he would bond with the trio fast enough to come along with them to the ending, but if he was invited he would definitely have done it.

When the chamber opens he’s real actively safe as a half-blood but that does not stop him from actively learning every defensive (and offensive) magic. He tells his father about everything and he ends up visiting more often then the first year because of paranoia. When Harry is revealed to be a parselmouth Damian isn’t scared like everyone else and instead demands that he be taught to speak with snakes as well (he has a pet ball python at home). This would be the catalyst for him growing closer to the trio. The rest of the year would be mostly uneventful for him since he doesn’t go into the chamber with Harry and Ron (he does later go check it out however).

I honestly have forgotten most of year three… but I think in this year he would be closer to the golden trio, and the only reason he isn’t included in many of their schemes is that he is in a different house. I also think that by year three he’s almost done learning to be an animagus and is also excelling in care of magical creatures while being mostly above average in his other classes. He’s trying way to hard to start learning wandless and worldless magic ahead of schedule (Which may have come from watching Bruce use a wand/wordless spell on a villain when he was just done with the night).

I’ve also forgotten most of the other years- but I’ll just say that I think he would be okay at quidditch but prefer broom racing, he will and has challenged literally anyone to a duel when he gets fed up. Also he finishes becoming an animagus year four or around year four, thinking on it I think that an ocelot would be a good fit for him.

just remembered dementors lol. They would go crazy for him, traumatic past, death energy from the pits, yeah they love him lmao. He learns a patron is really fast (from Bruce because the dementors also love him).

Damian is totally going to be trying to get into the triwizard tournament no matter what, he can’t get in though… he sees his first adult dragon because of the games and gains an interest in learning to speak merrow because of hearing dumbledoor speak it. Damian totally believes Harry when he says that Voldemort is back, as a side note he knew Cedric personally…

The amount of pure loathing he has for Umbridge is INSANE, he records every instance of her breaking the law (there’s many cases of child abuse/torture, including against him…). Bruce is trying to get her out of office the entire time and his voice holds a lot of power in the wizarding community, it’s not enough. Damian is a huge contributor to dumbledoor s army and helps a lot of people learn, also meets Grawp at some point, and an introduction to the centaurs :D

after that year he compiles all his evidence and end up getting umbridge into azkaban for a while (literally like half the school brought counts of illegal use of truth serum and torture forward)

Bruce would show up when the kids break into the ministry (he apparates to Britain a lot) and gets to punch Lucius in the face (he’s not as reliant on spells as the average magic user). Bruce gets so mad at dumbledoor because WHY ARE YOU LETTING THESE KIDS ALMOST DIE WITHOUT EVEN TRAINING THEM?????

Bruce adopts most of them in spirit at that point- (and is reminded why his family left the British wizarding world)

I’m not sure if Damian would go on the horcrux hunt with the main trio, if anything he would actually bring them to America to hide in Gotham at some point (maybe he stays there one summer? I’m sorry y’all I hate the dursleys so…)

Anyway that’s pretty much what I have so far��

Also Damian ended up splinching his arm off the first time he tried apparating, yet was also the one to practice it the most so he could visit Gotham more

Extra (based off of the mention of John earlier):

John: *rambling about how Batman’s soul would become corrupt if he tried to learn magic*

Bat *amused*: is this what you tell every muggle when they want to learn magic?

John, suddenly remembering his years at Hogwarts (he went up to halfway through the sixth year)(wizarding Britain is the only place that says muggles aside from Australia):

John: WAIT WHAT-

(John and Bruce went to Hogwarts in the same time frame and knew eachother) (John got sorted into Ravenclaw or griffindoor)

[th3-past3l-cl0wn]

Introducing my Gravity falls Oc 🔥🔥

His name is, Joshua Cash. He's around 46 years old, he's from New Orleans. When it comes to his appearance and his interests he tries to keep it “classy” like the washed up celebrity that he is, but when it comes to fancy drinks he's going for the most specific iced coffee you can get. He owns a Cadillac and calls it his baby. He likes to bargain but he prefers it the old way with roulettes and cards rather than slot machines and the likes.

He used to work for "Fully clothed women" and Stan owns a few of his "works". He’s definitely “honored to meet him” and to "let him know if he gets back into business”. What brought him to Gravity falls was work, back when he worked for “Fully clothed woman” as a photographer.

LORES🍾!!!!!

The "Jane" photoshoot was pretty far from where he lived and he had a long drive to get there. He was sent here not knowing the place or anyone there so not finding the “Special guest”’s house felt like pure bad luck but there was more to it than that. He was with a small team for the necessary equipment but neither did they know about this guest. But ever since he entered this town he had felt a presence following him, creeping on him, hunting after him. The eerie feeling he got was the feeling of this thing watching him from the moment he stepped into town because again, it likes the hunt and it was blending into the trees and other spots as it silently stalked him. Long story short the creature hunted him down but he was able to escape. Though what only felt like a few hours for him was actually him being missing for days. At the end of the incident no-one seemed to even know nor the team that was with him or the Guest.

This incident was what left him permanently injured On his right hand as he lost one of his fingers. He wears tailor-made gloves to be well adjusted to him. When he comes back to Oregon years later for a Journal report he ends up back in Gravity falls, in the time he spent at the Mystery Shack he finds old newspaper clippings and other documents about a “Jane” in gravity falls from the 1920s which leaves him completely confused because she looks exactly the same in the picture as he remembered her. Gradually he feels the same presence that was after him years ago.

Here are all the attempts before I got to his final design

Video version

[ibelieveinahappilyeverafter]

If it makes you feel better this is me whenever I try to go back and learn knitting 🤣

[huyandere]

it's them 😭

[keferon]

The actual God is about to get involved haha

Also considering that I just adapted the G1 vault of sparks….I think Combaticons are also around here somewhere:D

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If you are confused about Ratchet stealing lanterns you need to read Monster Hunter part of the AU

[yescking]

hey

[diminuel]

Never bet against Crocodile, Mihawk.

I've had this comic lying around for ages, but it's so long and I was lazy (as you can see. I only cleaned up some panels, while I redrew others... I might clean this up more later >w<)

Anyway. When I watched Film Red I was asked whether Crocodile would adopt Uta, sparing her from her dire fate. So here we are. I am committing the grave crime of stealing the Shanks and Buggy kid and giving her to Crocodile *lol* But she's got Buggy now, even though it might take him a moment to warm up to her.

(Mihawk probably assumes that Crocodile and Shanks hooked up. That'll keep him up at night for a while.)

Minor edits have been done~

[scurvyboy]

i like him, gunkle stan

[sirchik]

found

[dyllonatorrex-arts]

i hate hate HATE when fics pose cas as a timid wittle baby who doesn’t know anything about the human world. HE’S THOUSANDS OF YEARS OLD AND HAS BEEN OBSERVING EARTH FOR GENERATIONS. sure, he might not understand all the pop culture references, BUT HE’S NOT CLUELESS ABOUT EVERYTHING. STOP BABYING HIS CHARACTER. HE IS MURDEROUS AT POINTS AND CAN KILL W THE FLICK OF HIS WRIST AND WILL COMMAND RESPECT AND PUT DEAN ON HIS KNEES IN AN ALLEYWAY.

[royalarchivist]

Phil: [Seeing the giant eye in the sky] JESUS. Oh ok, that's not–

Sneeg: Oh yeah, that's– yup. Isn't that cool? It's just a giant eyeball–

Phil: [Logs out]

Phil: Purgatory in 2025. Like… do we just never log in? 'Cuz I'm like, never logging in. [Laughs] Dude–

[jewelsli]

Following on to your amazing Batfam x HP crossover… now I need to know where Jason and the All-Caste fit in.

I just think it would be really funny if he was a muggle born but never knew/cared, even after his All-Caste training (the equivalent of home schooling groups?) until it’s eventually revealed when a Dementor shows up on patrol and Jason, Bruce, and Damian all get ready to fight it and it just ends up like that Spiderman meme

This is the first time Ive ever hear of the All-Caste, and I am very happy that I did!

I think that Jason might have some dormant magic lineage in his blood (it’s unsettlingly common in Gotham due to how many curses the city has), which didn’t affect him much before he died, aside from maybe one or two counts of accidental magic.

While in Britain any accidental magic would get you into a wizarding school, America doesn’t have and definitive schools for any areas so the kids need to be enrolled/tutored to learn, this means that a lot of kids have magic that they don’t learn about until adulthood too.

Anyway- either his magic somehow helped revive him or it was awakened by the Lazarus pits and then trained by the All-Caste, probably both. That would also be why he was fully revived as well.

Damian and Bruce both have wands, though they don’t use them often on patrol and wandless magic is most common in America anyway. I don’t think that Jason would get a wand until Bruce finds out and then only if he wanted one.

Bruce, Damian, and Jason would totally find out during a dementor attack! Jason doesn’t what the heck these things are but they keep coming after him and normals can’t see them, and Bruce and Damian are just concerned by the recent reports of dementors in Gotham.

All of them would be trying to find the source when the stumble upon each other and are attacked, Jason does his usual (somewhat affective) attacks while Bruce and Damian use patronus to kill it. Then they just sit in silence for a minute before they all start yelling.

Jason would be so confused because WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT ANTI-META BATMAN USES MAGIC???? And Bruce would be so sad that his son kept this from him. Damian immediately demands that Jason starts practicing dueling with him and B.

The whole incident would probably bring the magic members of the family closer together and make the others more suspicious.

Onto side notes!:

All three of these people have immense trauma that the dementors basically see as a five star meal, and they also have necromancy energy from the pits (especially Damian and Jason) that’s just pure deliciousness to them.

The killing curse left Harry with necromancy magic around him too-

Oh and I didn’t mention this but Alfred is a muggleborn Wizard who went to school around the same time as dumbledoor (or a bit later) and he’s famous in the wizarding world.

[rin-may-1103]

The Eyes of Death.

This story is mostly inspired by Jaybirbie's prompt | Master post | Next?

"Hey, sweetheart?" Danny called, quickly jotting down the last sentence for his paper. He'd have to remember to go back and reread it and make sure he didn't trail off into another tangent. He swears he wasn't this bad at managing his ADHD back in Amity...

"Yes, Danny?" Damian asked, turning back from the door to face him as he scrolled further down the story he was reading. The familiar font of Gotham City's gazette blurred as a picture of Mr. Freeze and Penguin finally loaded. So that's what was going on. Danny should have known; the bats already dealt with the other usual rouges, and these two were next on the list.

"Can you walk with me? I just know Nancy and her boyfriend are out there, waiting. I really don't want to deal with them again... We could spend more time at my place? Tucker sent me another movie, and I'm unsure if I should watch it alone after last time." Danny pleaded, quickly shoving all of his papers into his bag. He'd deal with straightening them out later, it wasn't like his professors weren't used to his wrinkled essays at this point.

However, he should probably redo the blueprints for Workshop. Mr. Anthlow was a hardass, but nothing could compare to his anger when a student handed in wrinkled blueprints; he claimed he wasn't going to have another 'Tanner' incident on his watch, whatever the heck that meant.

He was not looking forward to whatever Nancy wanted to talk to him about, she looked excited. Which could only mean bad things for him; considering the last time she was excited, he ended up spending time with Bane of all people. And there was no way her boyfriend was just going to let Danny get away again.

Damian grimaces, finally looking up and away from his phone. "I'm sorry beloved..." he held up the device just in time to show an incoming text from his Father, "I promised Father I'd be home a while ago. And with what's happening down on-"

"It's ok, I'll just head out the back door," Danny cut in, seeing the start of guilt on his boyfriend's face. He knew how much Danny hated having to deal with those two, and the fact Damian hasn't been able to even introduce himself to them hasn't helped. With a smile, Danny scooped up his textbooks and made his way to stand in front of Damian, "They can't bother me if they don't see me!"

Unsurprisingly, Danny could feel the guilt grow and start to float around Damian as the boy glanced at his phone, the message tone sounding out again in warning.

Danny only met Damian's father once; it was just a simple shake of hands and sharing names before the man ran off, but it did leave an impression. The man felt tired and paranoid; like, to the point Danny kind of wanted to drag Jazz over and lock the two of them in a room, paranoid. (Danny wants to say he's never seen someone that paranoid, but he'd be lying. He looks in the mirror after all.)

The point is; Danny's only met the man once, but that was enough for him to know that the man would tear down the world if he thought for even a second that one of his kids was in danger. This meant, that if Damian didn't go and reassure his father that he was alive and safe within the next sixty or so seconds, then there was a possibility that there wouldn't be another date for at least another week.

And considering this "study date" was supposed to make up for the last one Damian had missed because of his Father? Yeah, Danny wasn't going to be happy if Damian got grounded or dragged into another 'surprise' family road trip because his father was convinced his children would be dead before the 'yearly' planned get-together in November.

They had a trip to the zoo planned for tomorrow, and Delilah was supposed to be allowed out with her kids. This would be Delilah's first public outing since her kids' birth. There's no way Danny was going to allow Damian to miss that. (he swears to the ancients, if there was a rouge attack he was going to kill someone, Dark Dan's future be damned.)

Lifting his heels off the ground so he could stand on his tiptoes, Danny snagged Damian's arm and pulled him down so he could kiss his cheek. "I'll get home safe, just focus on keeping your dad from going insane. We've got a date at the zoo tomorrow and we're not missing it even if your father becomes the next city rogue."

Damian wrapped his arms around Danny, trapping him in a hug as he sighed in fond frustration. "I promise I won't miss it, ok? I'll be there."

Danny rolled his eyes and pushed Damian back, dropping back to stand on the ground, "You better, 'cause hell hath no fury like a gorilla denied the chance to meet her human best friend's boyfriend."

Damian snorted, before looking away and pretending to cough. Danny moved his textbooks to rest more securely in one of his arms, so he could point at his boyfriend. "I'm not kidding, if I show up tomorrow and tell her all about my life and you're not there, she will break out and track you down. I won't stop her either, you'd deserve whatever she does to you."

"Alright, alright. I get it, and I already promised I'd be there didn't I?" Damian chuckled, raising his hands up in surrender. Which would have been cute if it wasn't for the fact that his phone went off again, this time in an insistent buzzing. His eldest brother's ringtone; which meant Damian was going to be busy for a while.

Cursing, Damian turned and answered, "I'm in the middle of something, this better be important Grayson," glancing back at Danny, he mouthed for him to wait a moment as his brother started talking.

Smiling, Danny shook his head, snatched Damian's jacket, and started making his way out the door. There was no way Damian would finish this phone call any time soon. Danny's learned not to wait after the last four times this happened. Damian turned back with betrayed eyes, but the urgent voice of his brother buzzing even louder held him back. Waving goodbye with a smile, Danny shut the door and started making his way down the hall.

He'd have to ask Damian what happened tomorrow, Grayson didn't usually call him, especially when he knew Damian was spending time with Danny. He said it had something to do with how it was sacrilege to interrupt time spent with a significant other. Danny had wanted to ask him more about it but hadn't gotten the chance when The Riddler crashed their spontaneous meeting.

Speaking of The Riddler, Danny's social science paper wasn't looking too hot right now. He'd have to block out a time for him to work on that at some point this week. He wasn't doing anything on Friday, well, besides his early morning classes. That should work...

"Hey, Danny!" someone called, pulling him out of his musing. Glancing up, Danny internally groaned when he noticed Nancy waving at him in sheer delight. Giving her a half-hearted wave, Danny sped up and continued making his way to the back of the library. If he was quick enough maybe he could-

To his dismay, Nancy's boyfriend stepped out from behind one of the shelves and latched onto his arm. Tightly.

Just great, this is exactly what he wanted to avoid. Curse his inability to pay attention when he got lost in thought. Damn ADHD. Blasted non-existent spatial awareness. This was what he got for relying on his ghost sense, he just knows it.

"She said hi, kind of rude of you to just keep walking, Kid." Wyatt huffed, roughly dragging Danny back and towards his girlfriend. Nancy smiled brightly as Wyatt let him go, allowing Nancy to weave her arm with Danny's and practically drag him toward the front of the building.

"There's this big party going on tonight, some Jr invited us. He said it was going to be a night to remember! You should totally come with us, Danny! My friend Shela said she was bringing her nerdy freshmen too! I just know you'd fit right in with them!" Nancy squealed excitedly, shaking Danny as they finally made it to the front doors.

One of the desk attendants rolled their eyes at them as Danny glanced over, hoping that Barbara might intervene. No such luck, she was nowhere in sight, probably off somewhere shelving books. So much for that plan.

"uh, thanks, but I already-" Danny tried, stopping when Nancy scoffed and yanked him out the door and into the frosty night. "Damn, it's cold!" Wyatt cursed, taking his jacket off and quickly handing it over to Nancy. She let go of Danny and pulled it on, then stared at Danny for a moment, "Put your coat on Danny, no way in hell am I letting my kid catch a cold!"

Rolling his eyes, Danny wrapped Damian's coat over his shoulders. He was too lazy to actually put it on, not when that meant handing his textbooks over. The last time he did that, Nancy got bored and started doodling all over them. (how she had managed to do that in the little time it took to put a hoodie on, Danny wasn't sure.)

"I just want to go home, Nancy. I'm not really a party person." Danny sighed, allowing Nancy to drag him down the dark streets. His apartment was in this general direction anyway. Nancy turned to her boyfriend with a huff, "Wyatt! make him come with us!"

"Let the nerd do what he wants, it's not like it affects us if he kicks the bucket all alone," Wyatt grumbled, rolling his eyes.

Ouch, but true. Please listen to your grumpy boyfriend, please listen to your grumpy boyfriend, please listen-

"But Shela said she was bringing Carly!" Nancy turned back to Danny, a pout clear on her face, "You two would be so cute together! she's nerdy just like you! And she's totally into all those murder mystery shows you watch!"

Damn it. Not this crap again.

"That's nice, Nancy, but I'm not interested. I already told you guys, I have a boyfriend," Danny sighed, trying to gently extract his arm from hers; for a human, Nancy sure had one heck of a grip.

"Yeah, right," Wyatt snorted, patting Danny's back, completely ignoring the fact that Danny was literally wearing someone else's jacket. "We'll believe you when you introduce us, until then. You're a virgin loser."

And there we go, people; the reason Danny wanted to crawl into the sewer and die whenever he saw these two. They were nice, don't get him wrong, but they were also stubborn idiots.

"Being a virgin has nothing to do with my relationship status, Wyatt. I'm ace. you've known this since the first time we talked." Danny grumbled, allowing Nancy to drag him down another street. He wasn't sure exactly where they were going now, but he was too tired to care at this point.

If these self-claimed 'Parents' of his wanted to drag him to this stupid party, then fine. Whatever. It's not like Danny had any other plans tonight anyway.

"Asexuality isn't a thing man," Wyatt huffed, speeding up so he could guide them in the right direction now that they were heading into a rougher patch of buildings. Danny could see the man was shivering, though trying to act tough in front of Nancy. Smirking, Danny sent a cold breeze his way. The man scowled up at the sky, cursing quietly.

"Yeah!" Nancy agreed, smiling brightly down at Danny without a care in the world. Like they didn't have this conversation every other week. "You just haven't met the right person yet, Danny! And I know how awkward it is to admit that you're staying celibate until marriage, but you don't have to hide it behind being ace."

Taking a deep breath, Danny closed his eyes and focused on not shouting out of frustration. The celibate comment was new, the acephobia, not so much. "Ok, first of all; Asexuality is a thing, which many people ARE. Literally, 1% of the world is ace. That's over 70 million people. Second of all, I'm not celibate, and I'm not sure if you even know what that means, considering you know I was raised Atheist."

"What does being an Atheist have to do with celibacy?" Nancy asked, tilting her head to look at him. Danny groaned, smacking his forehead against his textbooks. He was NOT going to explain this to them tonight.

"You know what, Nancy? It doesn't matter." Danny huffed, trying again to gently pry her hands off. He wanted to go home. He wanted to cuddle with his boyfriend. He wanted to go back to Amity. Maybe go to the realms and play with Cujo. He did NOT want to deal with these idiots.

Wyatt stopped walking and turned to face them, rolling his eyes as Nancy pouted at Danny. "Come on babe, let the loser go. He obviously doesn't appreciate your efforts."

"but who else is going to convince him to live a little? He's just going to go back to his apartment and sulk by himself!" Nancy cried, tightening her grip again.

"Who cares what the kid does, Nancy? let the dude die a virgin loser. Now let's go, we're already late as is."

"But I really want him to-," Nancy tried, cutting herself off, as both she and Danny spotted a cloaked person appear out of the shadows behind Wyatt.

Wyatt lifted his brow before slowly turning to see what the two of them were staring at. The cloaked figure suddenly whacked him over the head with a metal pole before he could fully turn around. Wyatt's body dropped to the ground with a heavy thump, making Nancy scream, "Wyatt!"

Shit, Danny stepped back, trying to pull Nancy with him as the cloak dude tossed the metal pole to the side with a loud clank. Which was confusing, why would he through away his weapon?

"Shut her up!" the cloak dude cried, bending down to grab Wyatt's arms. He better not be telling Danny to do that, because that would just be stupid and- Suddenly, a dozen more cloaked people flooded out of the darkness and surrounded them. That answered Danny's questions at least.

Danny tensed up as a couple of the people tried to grab onto him. Quickly pulling Nancy back, successfully this time, Danny glanced around to try and find an exit. He couldn't do anything crazy right now, not unless he wanted to give away his secret, but some self-defense should be fine.

Nancy suddenly let go of his arm and smacked one of the cloaked people in the face, "Don't you fucking dare touch me! Wyatt! Kid, get out of here!"

Danny turned to her in alarm, eyes wide in horror as she quickly disappeared into the cloaked crowd. Another cloaked person managed to latch onto Danny's shoulder, reminding him to focus on his situation. Quickly stepping back, he slammed into the man grabbing him, knocking his grip loose. Ducking under another attempt, Danny swung out his leg and tripped the dude into two others.

Twisting to try and make his way over to where he figured Nancy was, Danny dropped his textbooks and punched someone in the face. Damian's jacket was yanked off his shoulders, making him turn with a growl. Punching another person in the face, Danny lunged at the group.

"Hurry! before the bats find us!" the supposed leader cried, making even more cloaked people surround Danny. There was no way a normal civilian would be able to fight their way out of this, so Danny would have to allow himself to be caught soon. Only after biting and scratching the fuck out of them though. Just because he had to let them catch him, doesn't mean he has to make it easy.

~30 min later

Danny stared at the leader as the man droned on and on about needing the right sacrifice for the ritual to work. Nancy and Wyatt grumbled behind him, agreements from the other kidnapped victims filling Danny's ears like bees.

"The sacrifice shall be the one who treads the veil between life and death, the one who's beloved by the spirits as their own! He shall be pale as a corpse, his body kissed by death many times throughout his life. His hair as black as the sky on a moonless night, cradled by the moon since birth." Mr. totally-read-one-fake-ritual-book-when-he-was-a-teen-and-now-has-to-make-it-everyone's-problem droned on dramatically, reverently dragging his finger down the old dusty tome's page,

"so Mr. Wayne?" Nancy huffed, pressing her back into Danny's side. Wyatt chuckled, shoving his foot into Danny's knee, "No, it's totally Mr. Drake he's talking about. Have you seen that dude's eyebags? they make him look like a ghost."

One of the strangers leaned over, rolling their eyes, "No, it's got to be Mr. Dent. The dude's literally half living half not."

"No, Two-Face is half insane, half burnt chicken. Ain't nothing about him going to please ghosts. He was a fucking lawyer, for Christ shake." another guy added.

"the dude said 'he' which crossed out half of y'all," Danny added, glancing at the group around him. The women blinked and then rolled their eyes; only in Gotham would they get kidnapped and not actually be needed.

"Assholes," Nancy huffed, she glanced over her shoulder and down at him, her face set into a frown, "You good, kid? you're like freezing cold."

"I'm fine," Danny huffed, focusing back on the leader. He could just feel the old magic rolling off the book; this was something dangerous, especially in this dipshit's hands. Ancients, he was going to have to do everything he could to keep the man from actually doing the ritual or mess it up if the bats didn't get here in time.

One of the cloaked people suddenly dragged a camera out from a side room, grumbling about networks and livestreams being shit. Huh, well that would definitely help provide their location to the bats. They must be really inexperienced cultists then...

"The sacrifice shall fall into our hands by fate's design. The sacrifice is here and waiting for what his whole life was meant for. Now-"

"Elder!" one of the other cloaked figures cried, waving their phone in the air in excitement. Dread quickly filled Danny's stomach.

"All the bats and birds are busy dealing with those scoundrels they call rouges! If we hurry, we can complete the ritual before they can interfere!"

"Perfect!" Mr. 'Elder', cheered, slamming the tome closed and handing it off to one of the others. "So?" Mr. Elder started, turning to face them with a sharp grin, "Who's it going to be?"

Danny glanced at the group behind him, all of them having gone silent as the cloaked group started pulling out their ritual things, one of which was a very blood-stained knife.

Mr. Elder started circling them, humming and hawing as he studied each one of them. He stopped next to Wyatt, studying him intently.

Quickly weighing his options, Danny straightened up and glared at the man, "I'll be your sacrifice."

Immediately Nancy leaned away from him with a gasp, Wyatt's foot dropping to the floor with a thud. "Danny, no!" Nancy hissed, turning her body so she could face him. Danny didn't glance at her, just continued glaring at the cultist. The cult leader laughed, "Well then. So it shall be! You heard the sacrifice, tie him to the chair!"

With everyone watching, all Danny could do was tense as four of the followers walked over and pulled him up. "No!" Nancy shouted, leaning over and grabbing onto him. Wyatt reached out to Nancy, wanting to pull her back. The men tensed up, ready to interfere. Quickly pulling back, Danny frowned at Nancy and Wyatt, "I'll be ok, just don't do anything stupid!"

They harshly pulled him up and away again, before Nancy could reply. And because he was already pissed off, he made it as difficult for them as possible as they dragged him to the wooden chair. The camera person focused the lens on them, recording it as they shoved him down to sit and wrapped a bloody rope around his limbs.

So much for thinking they were inexperienced... They've done this before, he knows now. How many times? He wasn't sure, but if he had any say in it after tonight, they'd never do it again.

Once he was securely tied to the chair and gagged, because Danny couldn't help himself but insult them, the cultist started preparing the ritual. Why they hadn't done so beforehand, Danny wasn't sure; that is until one of them sliced a deep gash into his right arm and collected his blood into a bowl.

With a grimace, Danny watched as they mixed his blood with black paint and started drawing a circle around him. The camera dude stepped closer and practically shoved the camera into his face. leaning back, Danny glanced between the camera and the people drawing with his blood.

Suddenly, his arm tingled with ectoplasm, making him panic for a second. he can't heal the wound! not with all the people around him and being recorded! Shit, what had Vlad done last time?? Uh, right! core smothering. He could just smother his core to stop his body from healing. Man, acting like a civilian was a pain in the ass.

Glaring up at the camera now that he wasn't as panicked, Danny watched as the dude stepped back, pulled out a paper, and started reading out loud. "GOTHAM! tonight you shall join us as we summon the most powerful being in the world!"

Did he seriously need the paper just to remember that?

The leader stepped forward when the circle was complete, "Now!" His voice echoed around the silent warehouse, startling the other kidnapped victims. The cameraman turned and focused on him, stepping out of the circle altogether. Danny watched the kidnapped people out of the corner of his eye, wanting to make sure they weren't hurt during this whole fiasco.

"Let us begin!" the leader cheered, suddenly gripping Danny's shoulders tightly. "Join me as we summon our lord and savior! The great tyrant of the dead! The embodiment of war and bloodshed! The one named PARIAH DARK! THE HORRIFIC GHOST KING!!!!"

Immediately, Danny was both completely terrified and amused. He had been worried that they were going to try and summon some great evil demon, not the fucking old tyrant. He could fight Pariah any day of the week.

No, what terrified him was the fact that because Danny won the right to the crown by defeating Pariah the first time, he had no idea what this summoning was going to do. Was it going to work like they wanted and summon Pariah? cool, great even. He can deal with that, might have to reveal his ghost powers if the fight got dirty, but nothing too bad.

or was it going to summon him because he was the king, and if so? how? Would that even work considering he's the sacrifice? would he just disappear and reappear? This could lead to a lot of questions Danny was NOT ready to answer. Gaslighting everyone here into believing he could fight Pariah as a 'meta' human would be easy, convincing everyone that he's not the ghost king or a ghost AFTER getting summoned; not so easy.

The leader released Danny from his grip as he walked over and snatched the tome from one of his followers. Snapping the book open, the man started chanting without warning, pointing at random people to notify them when it was their turn to start.

It was like watching a school play; all the student's doing as they were taught as their teacher directed from the side. Cultist A slammed the bowl of leftover blood on the ground, splattering the black remnants all over Danny and the circle. Which was gross, Danny was going to have to burn this shirt, because there was no way he was going to get this stain out. Cultist B tossed salt at Danny a few minutes later, smacking him in the face with the small white crystals. Shaking his head, Danny glared at him. Cultist B threw the salt again.

The leader's smile grew as he continued chanting.

Seven other cultists joined in the chanting, waving their hands up and down as their voices echoed around them. Danny glanced nervously around the warehouse, hoping he'd spot one of the bats. This was being broadcast, they should be on their way at the very least.

After another minute of looking, Danny glanced back at the other kidnapped victims. Nancy was balling her eyes out, burying herself into her boyfriend's chest. Wyatt was staring at him with wide eyes, clearly unsure about what to do. Probably feeling guilty because they both knew the leader was going to choose him. A few others were looking away, clearly fearing for his life. The rest watched on, trying to show him through their actions that they were there with him till the end. (whether he 'died' or not)

It was weird, but Danny had to give it to them; Gothmites were badass. He doubted anyone in Amity besides his friends would have been brave enough to watch what was happening. Even if they didn't know if he would live or not.

His core crackled, making him choke a little as he finally felt the pull of the summoning. Well, that's just great. Shaking his head, Danny tried to clear his throat. The summoning was making him feel weird and he did not appreciate it.

The chanting got louder as one of the people walked up to him, holding the knife in a white-knuckled grasp. Danny eyed it wearily, glancing between it and the rafters above. Where the hell were the bats when he needed them???

The cultist kneeled before him and raised the blade, slamming it down into his chest right as the leader stopped chanting; Danny gasped, more out of surprise than pain as he stared at the knife. The dude gave him no warning that he was going to stab him. Usually, cultists slit people's throats, right? What the fuck was up with stabbing him???

His blood slowly bubbled up and around the knife, slowly staining his shirt red. Yeah, there was no way in the realms he was going to be able to save this shirt now. Man, he had liked this one too.

He could hear Nancy's sobs turn to wails as the cultist yanked out the knife and handed it to the leader, who Danny just now noticed had joined them in the circle. His blood started gushing down his chest with every beat of his heart, again he held back his core. (what does he do now??? faint? scream? how do normal people react to getting stabbed?????)

"Take this lowly sacrifice as a sign of our eternal loyalty, and grace us with your presence! Your humble servants plead that your godly ears hear our prayers! Join us in this mortal realm and bequeath us your power and name to rectify the sins of our brethren!"

Ok, first of all Danny was no where near lowly you piece of fuck-

Danny's core pulsed, sending out nauseating pain up and down his spine. Gasping, Danny leaned as far forward as he could, trying in vain to grasp at his chest without using his powers. His core crackled, striking a blinding flash through his brain. The echoes of his death crawled up his left arm, waking the old dead nerves into firing signals at his brain.

Danny couldn't help himself, he screamed as the pain grew worse and worse. His thoughts turned hazy, his body cold as his core pulsed again. His heart stuttered and then froze, his core flooding his body with freezing ecto not a moment later. Absently, he could feel the wash of ectoplasm crawl over his body, changing his body minutely. He didn't transform, but he definitely looked more ghostly than human.

All the pain disappeared a moment later, allowing Danny to slump forward, his head hanging low and blocking his face from view. His chest did not rise in ragged breaths, nor did his fingers twitch with life. His mind was still sluggish and clouded with something, making it nearly impossible to think. Squeezing his eyes shut, Danny tried to focus.

"Your Highness?" someone asked, their voice too loud as it rang in Danny's ears. His core pulsed, another flood of ectoplasm flooding his body. His eyes slid open again, allowing him to see the green glow lighting up his chest and lap as he stared down at them.

Slowly, Danny lifted his head, his bright green gaze locking with the man in front of him.

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