#Nocturne can adopt a baby ghostling

[fairy-lights-and-blobs]

It was Nocturne that took the newest baby ghostling with him.

Look at him, Phantom! He's so young and fragile! Your littlest one could sneeze in his direction, and his Core would fall to pieces!!!!

All that Dick saw was a plume of smoke in the vague shape of a wing where Little Wing used to be, a finned tail disappearing into the darkness of Gotham's alleyways, and one black scale, speckled with white dots.

Meanwhile, in the Realms, Nocturne is sending himself into a frenzy over the new baby Halfa. He was just...out there, no one to watch him. Of course the Ancient of Sleep took him back to the Realms! Phantom would know what to do with another Halfa!

Danny, curled up in his nest, with Dan and Ellie nipping at each other under the safety of his hooked claws and great wings, warbles an amused greeting at the dragon made of smoke that flew into his lair with the frenzied Help-Urgent-Baby needs help sending the smoke and stars dotting the body of Thanatos' brother into wild orbits.

Look, the Baby is already changing! Look at the adorable little wings! The many legs, so stubby, with paws too big for his body! Danny knows how...itchy your first transformation can be, so he doesn't even hesitate to help.

Nudging his little Sun and Moon to make space for the Little One, the long body of the new Ancient of Space curls around the children, instead of where he'd been lounging half out of the nest so his hatchlings could use it for their little tussles and bickering.

Breathing a slow, but constant nebula over the three baby dragons, Danny is careful to keep it just a little colder where it rolls over the newly changed serpentine form of Nocturne's baby ghostling, so it soothes aggravated newly grown scales and itchy fins filling with blood.

A slow rumbling croon has Dan and Ellie snickering, chirping at the worried frown of their Uncle while he watched the baby, who's name they don't yet know, roll over onto his back to rub his wings against the nest's outer layer, made rougher on purpose, so whoever used the nest could use it as a scratching post.

Nocturne didn't dare approach the nest until Danny rolled his eyes at him and flicked his tail over his idiot nose so the mother-henning lizard would come properly bond with his new son. Now it's Danny's turn to be the Uncle, and the little Starlight that blinked bleary eyes at the Ancient of Sleep was very very huggable.

The burst of a sunspot that poured out of the mouth of the startled baby serpent was too weak to be any threat, but it certainly singed a couple of scales on Nocturne's face.

Serves him right, for essentially abducting a baby ghostling without explaining anything.

Jason would like an explanation, please. First, a disembodied voice makes him fall asleep during a stake out, and now he's been turned into a fucked up snake. Why does he have stubby legs? Why is he covered in scales AND fur? What is this, Fucked Up and Evil Spirited Away? And why is he stumbling everywhere, and so SMALL?!?!?!

Is...is he a BABY?!

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.”