#Vlad is back and blind

[rosemaryhoney27]

Saint Danny of Gotham (Now With Suplexes!)

aka: He Said ‘Please’ Before Throwing a Man Into the River

Vlad was convinced now. Convinced that Danny was playing the longest, most chaotic, sugar-dusted con in existence.

Because everyone in Wayne Manor was falling for it.

Bruce had offered to let Danny shadow him on patrol. The man who trusted no one, not even his own toothbrush, had handed over a stealth suit and said, “Just keep to rooftops for now.” And Danny—sweet, shining, horror-child Danny—had nodded solemnly, promised to follow the rules, and then baked power bars for the Batfam before they left.

“Do not eat these,” Vlad warned, dramatically pointing to the bag. “They’re probably cursed. Or contain caffeine in unnatural quantities. Or powdered ghost pepper.”

Jason bit into one. “Mmm. Is that cinnamon?”

“They’re ghost-infused,” Danny said. “Boosts stamina and shields against low-level hexes.”

“I like this kid,” Jason said with his mouth full.

Later That Night: Gotham, 2:17 AM

It was a quiet patrol. Eerily quiet. Bruce was starting to feel unsettled. Not because there wasn’t crime (it was Gotham, come on), but because Danny was exactly where he was supposed to be.

On the comms, he sounded calm. Observant. Even helpful.

“Nightwing,” Danny said politely, “you’ve got a guy two roofs behind you holding a camera with a suspicious lens. Might be paparazzi.”

Dick checked. “Confirmed. You’ve got sharp eyes, kid.”

“Thanks! I used to have to keep track of invisible enemies and ghost wraiths back home, so spotting guys in beanies is kind of a vacation.”

Jason snorted. “Okay, but if he starts hovering again, I’m bailing. No one told me I’d be working with Casper.”

“Casper wishes he had my dodge stats,” Danny replied sweetly.

And then they reached the warehouse.

The intel had said “minor drug deal.” What it actually was? A gang-run blood ritual involving some kind of ancient Gotham artifact, two rogue mages, and at least one very punchable demon with a man bun.

Bruce was about to give the team orders when—

“Excuse me,” Danny said over the comms.

There was a crash. A scream. And a large, extremely tattooed man was suddenly airborne, launched straight through the air by a glowing teenager with a blinding smile and zero hesitation.

SPLASH. Into the river.

Everyone froze.

“…Did he just suplex a man into the Gotham River?” Tim asked.

“He said excuse me,” Steph whispered, horrified and impressed.

“He said please when he knocked the other guy out,” Damian muttered. “I watched.”

On the other side of the warehouse, Danny hovered above the last gang member, eyes glowing, voice still gentle.

“Hi. You seem like you’re rethinking your life choices. Want to surrender before I have to do more cardio?”

The guy dropped his knife and cried.

Back at the Cave

Danny was back in the kitchen, once again wearing his “I cook with spirit” apron, handing out celebratory cookies. Damian was scowling less. Cass had silently handed him one of her spare blades. Even Tim had given him the “you can’t be trusted, but I vibe with it” nod.

Bruce stared at the footage on the Batcomputer.

Danny, calm. Danny, efficient. Danny, using polite phrasing while delivering WWE-level combat moves with glowing fists and sparkles trailing behind him.

Vlad, across the cave, pointed furiously. “SEE? SEE?! Look at him! LOOK AT THIS!”

“He’s very polite,” Bruce said.

“He suplexed a man through the roof of a warehouse!”

“And said please.”

“HE BIT A SORCERER LAST WEEK.”

“He apologized after,” Tim added helpfully. “I checked the audio. He said, and I quote, ‘Sorry! That’s the ectoplasm talking!’”

“He vaporized a ghost snake in front of Commissioner Gordon and then offered him a tissue,” Steph noted, scrolling through her photos. “It was weirdly wholesome.”

Vlad slumped dramatically into the nearest chair. “I am surrounded by idiots. Gotham is cursed. My nephew is a gremlin in cherub’s clothing and I am losing my mind.”

Danny poked his head in, oven mitts on. “Uncle Vlad? I made brownies with ecto-marshmallow. Want one?”

Vlad opened his mouth to say something scathing.

Danny: 🥺

“…Yes, fine, but only the corner piece.”

Jason: “That’s right, he’s ours now.”

[meirimerens]

my collection of herb brides (informal) "types" lore I made up & will hold as personal truth from now on

deliberations below

"Prophetess type"

Pythia-inspired

stay in the depth of the Abattoir where unused parts of slaughtered bulls are burned alongside sacred herbs

dance in smoke-induced trances

translate the words of the Earth into chants that the "priestesses" Brides bring to the surface and disseminate among the Kin (some chants that other members of the Kin and Brides sing are hundreds or thousands of years old, remembered from the depths)

may be blind or visually impaired from birth, illness or age

long hair or masks cover the eyes

"Priestess type"

your average Herb Brides

dancers

direct intermediaries between the Earth and the Kin

their dancing make the herbs grow

crucial role in times of and ceremonies around blooming, sowing and reaping, and the harvest

sometimes descend into the Abattoir to bring back to the surface the chants of the "Prophetesses"

wear wrists and ankle bracelets, pendants and hair accessories made of bone, hardened clay or stone that jingle and chime when dancing

some play instruments, especially the older others (cf. "Crones")

"Midwife (sub)type"

less a "type" than a specialization

"priestess" Herb Brides having shown skill in or dedication to midwifery

unless actively engaged in midwifing, indistinguishable in behavior from other Herb Brides as they dance and make the herbs grow

plenty of Herb Brides that don't fit the "midwife" subtype are also midwives (cf. Big Vlad's comment on Artemy's birth), but all Herb Brides of the "midwife" subtype are

differentiated from other Herb Brides by:

no tattoo/body paint below the elbow hands and nails kept clean hair short or tied securely with less loose leaves, herbs, beads,...

"Crones"

less a type than a title: Herb Brides over the age of 50

lead chants, as they've often spent their whole lives learning them

those too weak to dance as they once did may play instruments (bull bone flute, bull hide drum)

typically more covered than the younger Brides as they get colder more easily: are given clothes by members of the Kin (often their own family)

slower dances with age

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

So Demon twins but Danny was never raised in the League. He was brok sickly so Ra’s chucked him in the Lazarus pit and he never came out.

He emerged on the other side of the world in a pool of ectoplasm and got adopted by the Fentons.

14, he died.

15, he had a clone, Danielle, and she went to travel the world, starting in Venice

He knows he was adopted, Vlad spilled the beans during a fight, and when he was 16, he decided to tell his parents he was Phantom. (for the first time in my prompts) It went well.

When he was 17 and about to graduate high school, he decided to do a DNA test and find out who his bio parents are.

Bruce Wayne and an Unknown

Sends a letter to Bruce and doesn’t really expect a response.

He gets one.

Bruce Wayne knocks on his door 5 days after he sent the letter and offers to let Danny stay in Gotham with him while he takes a gap year. Danny agrees.

He meets Damian (doesn’t really matter is Damian knew of Danny existence or not) and everyone else and has a great time.

Eventually, Danny brings up things that alludes to his vigilante past

“Ya know, back when I was dead-”

“Metaphorical, right?”

“… sure. Anyway!-”

-

“Killed 17 people?! Tsk tsk, my rouges would never! Not even the clown! So, do you want Thai or Indian takeout?”

“… what was that?”

“Thai or Indian?”

“What- no, that not what I- *sigh* Thai, please.”

Eventually, he brings up his Dani.

“Oh yeah, my clone loves to travel!”

“Your what?”

“My clone! She’s more like a sister though.”

“Okay… where is she??”

“Shes traveling. Last I heard she was running with a group called the League of Assassins. Or was it assailants?”

“👁️👄👁️”

“Do you want to meet her..?”

“YES.”

-

So Dani joined the LOA. Not the worst thing she could’ve done.

Talia took one look at this girl she found in Venice that looked exactly like her beloved and thought ‘why not?’ And offered her a place to stay.

Dani took one look at this women she met in Venice that offered her a place to stay and though ‘bet’ and accepted.

So she’s been running with assassins. It’s not that bad and she learned how to fight. Talia mothers her and protects her from Ra’s good mom Talia, she will not raise Danielle like she raised Damian Eventually Dani gets a message from Danny saying that his biological family wants to meet her.

She goes with Talia’s okay and heads to Gotham.

Unlike her template, she knows that the Waynes are the Bats and loves teasing them about it.

“You’re billionaires, right? Wow, I really hope you don’t have a secret lair under this mansion!”

“… right, right. That would be weird.”

Damian doesn’t know what to make of Danielle. On one hand, he’s always wanted a sister, and she’s biologically related to him. On the other hand, she willingly works with the people that took away Damian’s childhood.

Danielle doesn’t have the blind devotion to the LOA that he had, and he thinks that she’s been manipulated by Ra’s and spends his time trying to convince her to stay in Gotham with them.

So now Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul get into a custody battle. (Talia wants also Danny and Bruce wants Dani)

Wind of it reaches the press and now the whole world is invested.

[chiara-hotel]

Wearing Their Clothes

Characters: Hugo Vlad, Harumasa, Lighter, Evelyn, Miyabi, Trigger

✧ Hugo loves taking his hat off and putting it on your head; he loves just seeing his things on you.

✧ Even if you get cold and he lends you his jacket, he loves seeing you wear it, knowing that you're dating him

✧ Although, if you ever take his hat off of his head and put it on yours? He'll feel flustered for a moment before regaining his composure and teasing you about it. But also he'll feel proud that he's yours, and you are his

✧ His hat often takes trips between your house and his house, but his clothes, however, usually stay with him

✧ If he sees you wearing them, he'll love it, especially if you take his shirts and wear them around the house

✧ I think Harumasa would love it whenever his s/o wore parts of his clothing

✧ For example, if some of his pajamas were lying on his bed, thrown there when he was getting ready in the morning, he would love for you to wear them. They're so comfortable to wear that you can't help but try them. Although as soon as he comes home and sees you wearing them, he falls in love again

✧ Or perhaps if you both wear white blouses, he wouldn't mind if you borrowed his for a day. He might even steal yours back, who cares if its too tight or a little big for him.

✧ He's an anxious person; he desires to always touch and feel you. Having either you wear his clothing or when he wears your clothing, he feels connected to you. It feels as though you're always with him.

✧ Not to mention, seeing you in his own clothing makes him extremely happy

✧ Some items of clothing he enjoys lending you include his pyjamas, blouse, and even his choker occasionally (I like to think he has at least 3 in case of stains and such, so there's an extra for you to wear if needed)

✧ Lighter often lets you wear his jacket or scarf, even his sunglasses, if you need them

✧ He's your number one hype man, and if you wear his clothes, he'll fall in love with you all over again

✧ Oftentimes, whenever you're cold, he'll give you his jacket to wear so you can warm up

✧ He only gives you his scarf if it's too cold out or you guys are somewhere indoors, since he doesn't want anyone challenging you to a battle, thinking that you're the famous, undefeated champion

✧ On another note, he would definitely give you his jacket if you're bleeding, just to cover the wound. This would be so that it can protect you but also so that he doesn't need to see the blood on your clothes and accidently pass out

✧ Oftentimes, you'd take Evelyn's coat without her knowing, so whenever she tries to find it for work, you sometimes have it, and she has to take it off of you

✧ She loves seeing you wearing it, although she does unfortunately, need it to head out

✧ If you ever join her in a hollow, whenever she takes off her coat for combat, you always pick it up and put it on, which she finds amusing (but also glad because it gets the dirt off of it)

✧ If you both are at home she'll let you take whatever from her closet, shirts, pants, hoodies, jackets, whatever is hers is also yours

✧ Miyabi doesn't mind if you take or don't take her clothes

✧ If you take them or don't, she wouldn't really mention it or tell you to stop

✧ She will enjoy when you do wear them, though, even if she doesn't mention it that much

✧ You could take her shirts, gloves, or even her coat and she'll let you

✧ She definitely has extras since she wears the same thing every day for work so you guys could match together

✧ Due to her position as well as her gear, you wouldn't have many chances to wear her work clothing

✧ Although any shirts, pants or sweaters she has lying around are all yours!

✧ Since she's blind, she might not actually realize you took her shirt until either you mention it or she feels the fabric and can't find it in her closet

✧ She doesn't mind whenever you take her stuff, though! She also loves to take off your clothes, so she's happy if you're willing to take hers as well

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ZZZ Masterlist

[rottingghosty]

Sexiest Vigilantes of Amity Park | DC X DP

this was inspired by that one audio where someone says nightwing being gotham’s sexiest vigilante. all dp characters are aged up in this prompt, so the phantom team are 18-19.

once again, errors will be made because while im fluent in english, i make mistakes cause im a 23 year old who works full time.

prompt: Sam came back from a gala in Gotham and overheard some people talk about how Nightwing was voted as the sexiest vigilante in Gotham and well. She couldn’t resist being a mischievous best friend okay? All of Gotham finding out that a small town in Illinois has their own vigilantes and they’re the sexiest in one Sam Manson’s eyes.

One is her girlfriend, the other is her ex boyfriend. Sam isn’t blind especially considering how Danny learned to change his ghost form so he looks almost similar to how he looks like not transformed, obviously he’s learned to hide his features but it’s kinda redundant when everyone in Amity Park knows who he is but somehow the Fentons besides Jazz don’t know. Danny’s a lot taller, almost Jack Fenton’s height and he had a TOTAL sleeper build that was hidden underneath the baggy clothes he wore.

Sam was getting off topic, anyway.

“What do you mean you find the vigilantes of your hometown more attractive than Nightwing?” A girl Sam’s age asked with genuine shock, her green eyes wide as she tucked a strand of red hair behind her ear. Sam found her pretty but in the same way she found Jazz pretty, with no romantic interest.

“I mean I’m not from Gotham obviously, but we have two vigilantes back home and everyone has a crush on Red Huntress and Phantom.”

Instantly the group around Sam tittered excitedly at this new information, she let a smirk grow on her face. While she hated that her family dragged her to a gala again, she didn’t mind it that much right now when she can flex the knowledge about Danny and Val on people who don’t even know about them. Tucker and her are very much aware on how attractive the two vigilantes had gotten overtime especially with the new gear upgrades. They’ve witnessed fangirls and fanboys go rabid at any ghost fight just to see the way Danny’s muscles ripple or when Val pulls a move that shows off her flexibility.

The two weren’t afraid to say how hot the two became.

Sam pulled out her phone to show a photo of Danny as Phantom in the middle of fighting with Skulker— the ghosts attacks became less of a worry once the team realized they were basically trying to figure out how strong Danny was as a baby ghost and roughened him up to help him grow to protect his haunt.

The photo after Danny showed Val as Red Huntress, she was standing on her hoverboard going against Ember. The two mid battle with Val about to land a hit on Ember.

A low whistle was heard that caused Sam to snap her head to and the girls to jump with various squeaks. In front of her stood Stephanie Brown, a family friend of the Wayne family and Timothy Drake-Wayne. Sam’s eyes narrowed in suspicion wondering why the two were even here, before she can ask a voice spoke out.

“Personally I believe the person behind the scenes is more attractive, though I suppose Nightwing can keep the title he has since nobody knows how Oracle looks like.”

Sam turned to look at Carmilla Masters in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see Vlad’s heir at the Wayne Gala but she couldn’t be surprised either since Vlad was adamant on making connections.

“Ouch, abandoning Danny and Red Huntress like that?” Sam teased with a smirk, watching a flush settled on Carmilla’s tanned cheeks- her freckles prominent from the embarrassment.

“Oh shut it Manson.”

Before the two can delve deeper into their teasing, Timothy interrupted them.

“I believe Phantom deserves it.”

“Nuh uh, Red Huntress is better than. I vote Bat Girl also.” Stephanie says with crossed arms and raising an eyebrow at Tim who narrowed his eyes in response.

The group quickly began to debate, going only slightly louder as Sam watched with a wide smile and knowledge that this was being recorded and she’d get to embarrass the two back home once it was uploaded.

“You’re a devil.” Carmilla tells Sam, the older woman’s lips wrapped around the champagne glass to take a sip.

“I’ll send you the reaction.”

The woman sniffed delicately as she rolled the idea around in her head. “Deal. Tell Danny that he needs to come up with an excuse to get out of the family dinner that Vlad’s planning next week, we both know he hates them.” Carmilla says as she gives a smile, her canines showing briefly and Sam dutifully ignores the fact that they’re more like fangs than anything. She swears the Masters family come from a lineage of vampires.

“I’ll let him know.”

“HA! Phantom won in the group vote, so Nightwing isn’t the sexiest vigilante!” Timothy Drake-Wayne with an air of confidence that’s quickly shattered by Richard Grayson coming up with a confused puppy like look. Carmilla takes a sharp breath and looks away, it made Sam eye the two of them.

Only for her eyes to widen.

“Not a word.”

“What’s this about Nightwing not being the sexiest?” Dick Grayson curiously asked with a head tilt.

tldr: sam, in a good friend fashion- decided to bestow upon the rich kids the knowledge of phantom and red huntress after someone brought up nightwing being the sexiest in gotham. it quickly turned into a debate and a reluctant ally (carmilla masters, oc and heir of dalv co) shows up to throw her two cents in. sam of course calls out this betrayal and the two witness the argument on the sidelines.

this is implied reformed / redeemed vlad who decided to give the company to a relative and now just tries to feed his obsession with family dinners :)

[thenewgirl76]

Babies Having Raising Babies

Deciding to visit Amity Park and hang out with Danny for a bit before getting back to her globetrotting, Ellie arrives just in time to witness Plasmius ambush and abduct her original/big brother. Knowing a direct confrontation won't end well she opts to follow the older halfa from a greatly lengthened distance.

Once she makes it to the castle and sneaks into the lab she finds Danny out cold and now significantly younger, with Vlad standing over him holding an empty syringe. It takes everything in Ellie not to rush her demented creator right then and there and instead wait it out for an opportune moment to strike.

When Vlad's in the process of placing a rather nefarious looking device on the unconscious three year old's head is when Phantasm acts, grabbing up Vlad's spectral energy neutralizer and trapping him in it before he can get his guard back up. With the crazed billionaire subdued she then thoroughly wrecks the lab and takes off with Danny.

Even after she's well out of range of Wisconsin Ellie doesn't stop, continuing to fly at top speed until all her energy's been spent. She barely manages to avoid crash landing into the barn she came across before blacking out from sheer exhaustion.

She eventually stirs at the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked pie. The sight that greets her upon rousing is her now little brother wide awake and happily scarfing down a generous slice of pecan pie, as well as a boy her age holding the rest, watching them both from a respectful distance.

It's only through the frantic promise of telling no-one about them and offering of more food that Ellie doesn't go invisible, snatch up Danny, and hightail it out of the barn in a blind panic. The boy introduces himself after she calms down as Jon Kent, explaining she and Danny were currently in Kansas and in his grandparents' barn.

And true to his word, Jon keeps the two of them a secret and consistently supplies them with food, even goes a step further by giving some of his old clothes to Danny and periodically sneaking them into the house to use the shower.

Though suspicious of his kindness in the beginning, only taking advantage for Danny's sake, it isn't long before Ellie comes to trust the farmboy and feel quite a bit of guilt for taking so much and giving nothing in return, no matter how many times Jon tells her he doesn't mind and is happy to help.

Overtime the two teens grow comfortable enough to share the more secretive parts of their lives, Jon as Superboy and Ellie both as Phantasm and what led to her first crashing into the Kent's barn with Danny. Further along the way the half ghost and half kryptonian start to develop feelings for each other.

For the first time in her short life Ellie isn't so strongly against staying in one place for extended periods of time. Unconventional as the whole situation is, technically being a runaway along with now having someone she was responsible for, she could get used to all of this. The only downside is that Danny, having been stripped of nearly all his memories thanks to whatever Vlad injected into him and now too young to know any better won't stop calling her and Jon Mommy and Daddy. Jon sees no harm in it and thinks it's cute. But Ellie just knows anyone who hears is going to get the wrong idea.

This is unfortunately proven when one day Jon's dad finally returns from a team mission offworld and not too soon after must deal with Livewire. When Jon finds out and rushes off to help he doesn't realize Danny is following him invisibly, wanting to see him in action. Throughout the entirety of the fight Superboy is blissfully unaware of the presence of his girlfriend's little brother, only to be unpleasantly surprised once Livewires been taken down and Danny unexpectedly appears, cheering for him.

Before his dad can question him Phantasm makes her own appearance and proceeds to scold Danny for wandering off, adding to Superman's confusion and giving Jon a bad feeling. That's when the bomb drops as Danny, feeling properly contrite attempts to appease Ellie, apologizing to "Mommy" before expressing that he wanted to watch "Daddy" fight bad guys.

Immediately Jon finds himself cringing. He doesn't want to, but he has to. So he slowly turns to take in his father's expression. And just as he feared, his dad is looking deathly pale and seconds away from having a heart attack. Okay. Maybe Ellie had a point about nipping this in the bud before someone jumped to conclusions.

[lexus-k4]

Dp x DC idea/prompt

A nice wholesome idea where it's a Danny x Bruce story line. Okay no, sorry still has angst.

So, what if Danny was in Bruce's age range were Danny is maybe only like a year younger than Bruce. And what if Bruce Becomes Batman a little earlier because he's talented in most of the fields he went to sturdy and doesn't have to sturdy them as long.

Now let's also say that, Danny didn't have too good of any luck when telling his parents about phantom. Worse so, they died trying to kill him and he regrets not being able to save them even if it wasn't his fault. Then lest say that a good and reformed Vlad takes in Danny and cares for him (let's not mention the horrific criminal record he's concealing under everyone's noses, and Vlad isn't sorry for what he did to the fentons for hurting Danny)

Danny changed his name to Nightingale instead of Fenton. And Danny and Bruce meet at a gala when one is 21and the other is 22 aged respectively. But Danny is an genius who's blind to emotions.

It'd be something like this:

Danny was 16 now, he'd been phantom for a good 2 or so years now and he's finally telling his parents. I mean, it's been two years, they'd still see him as human because it's been 2 full years. Right? No. Wrong. It went horribly. Hidden behind the fake smiles and false acceptance was a well prepared dissection table hidden in the basement.

And it wasn't comfortable. Danny was stuck in phantom form because of the restraints and wasn't administered a single bit of sedatives. Averythinf hurt. So when Vlad came in, all hells blazing and everything. He was honestly happy.

And good he was, because Vlad saved him. He tried to get CW to reverse time, so that he can fix the mess, but he wouldn't let him, saying this was the best outcome. Danny didn't want to know what the worse outcomes were.

So Danny grew up living with Vlad, a fully stabilized Dani, and a reformed Dan/Dante who, Danny wants to say, is quite good with arts and crafts. He says, it's because CW forced him to try stuff as part of the reform but Danny is starting to think Dante is actually and Au version of him. And not the future.

But oh well. Danny and Dante now have the surname Nightingale. Dani being the little gremlin she is, hyphenated the names and took both Danny's and Vlad's names. And Vlad finally got the cat. Stuff was great except for the occasional gala they had to attend, except for Danny otherwise she'd destroy everything.

But Danny got bored quickly, so he took advantage of Vlad's money and too lessons in anything and everything that interested him. Teakwando? Yes. MMA? Yes. Gel and acrylic nails application? Yes. (It's a pretty good tallent and Dani absolutely loves it) a makeup course? Yes, but who knew there was so much to do based on the different types of faces. And the time schedual to do it in was stressful. Finally learn how to cook? Yes, he's never going back to that wannabe gordan Ramsey teacher. Took an apprentaship in baking. Best earnt money and skills he's ever had. And so on. Every fighting style. How to use wepons. Art, fashion, beauty, hair, food, coding, room designing, etc:

But of course Danny still went for his main degrees. Aerospace engineering-mainly in the Astro nautical fields but he's an expert in both Astro and aero sectors of it. He also went for a mechanical engineering degree.

This went on for years. Quite a few, even after meeting his best friends Bruce.

They met at one of the galas Danny had to go to, and they go along well. Not only that, but Danny could see the fake mask Bruce put on for the public, he found it funny (he learnt how to look for masks after his parents).

Years went on, Danny got a teaching degree and he is living a great life. He has an online page were people can book tutour lessons for his engineering specialties, science, maths, computer science and art. And he has an option to be booked for classes on anything else like, dancing, nails, hair, makeup, martial arts, safe-easy-home engineering, basic english turouring and so on and so forth. And if they want to be passed with a certificate for something people can, just with a bit extra payment. And honestly Danny loves it.

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Damian: Daniel... I have a question for you?

Danny: yeah? What is it Damian?

Damian: what's your relationship with father?

Danny: ? What do you mean? We're friends. We have been for a long time.

Dick: oh you poor, poor, stupid soul. How oblivious can you be?

Danny: what's that meant to mean?

Steph, who he's currently doing nails for: he means your blind, both to the obvious things in front of you and to your own feelings.

Danny: I don't get it?

--

Dani: so, when is your boyfriend finally gonna come over for dinner?

Danny: who?

Dani: Bruce?

Danny: oh he said he'd be coming over on Saturday.

Dani: ha, so you admit, he's your boyfriend!

Danny: well yeah. He's, a boy, and he's my friend. Why? What's happening?

Dante: leave it Dani, he's hopeless. Leave him to figure it out himself.

Danny: ????

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Danny: Jazz. Am I missing something? Everyone keeps either calling me oblivious or stupid, or hopeless. What am I missing?!?!

Jazz: *sigh* Danny, my sweet innocent baby brother. Think, what was the topic about, each times that has happened?

Danny: .... Bruce?

Jazz: there you go. I won't tell you exactly, but I will say this. What you clearly are to blind to see, everyone else does. So think very hard about your relationship with Bruce and how you feel about it.

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Danny at Bruce's house hanging out with the kids: .... *lost in though brushing and doing a couple of stitch braiding in cass' hair*

Tim: you good Danny?

Danny: huh? Oh yeah. Just. Thinking.

Bruce walks in: oh, hey Danny.

Danny smiling: oh hey Bruce. How are you doing, not seen you in a while. How's work?

Bruce smiling softly: I'm good. Works the usual. Annoying and exhausting. Also, Alfred told me to tell you that dinner is gonna be ready in about half an hour.

Danny: thanks, well be there.

Bruce leaves:

Danny still smiling:...

Tim:...

Cass:...

Barbra:...

Duke:...

Danny,smile dropping :.... Oh...

Tim looking up curiously: ?

Danny realizing he has feeling for Bruce: OH!! OHHH!!!!! OH! OH! That....

Duke looking hopefully: don't tell me....

Danny: I'm blind. I'm as blind as a bat...

Tim and Barbra: YESS! FINALLY!

Cass clapping: he's figured it out.

Duke: only took him a good decade and a half maybe more.

Danny: OH MY GOD! EVERYONE KNEW!

Jason popping his head in the room: yup. It was quite clear!

Danny: EVERYONE KNEW EXCEPT ME! I'M FUCKING BLIND!

Tim: I think that's the first time I've heard him clearly swear. And not use filler words instead....

I'll be honest. Idk were I got this idea. It just showed up. :3.

[snaileer]

Practice Your Skills

“You ever look at someone and wonder how hard it would be to get past their defenses and stab them?”

Damian snapped his head to the side, looking at the young boy now standing beside him.

The boy put his hands up in front of him with a wince, “Not that I ever do that. Totally not, whaaaat???”

Damian huffed and turned back around to watch the gala participants.

“It’s just you kinda looked like you were contemplating the logistics of stabbing Mrs.Halterguild for squeezing your cheeks.”

Damian scowled. Then, after a moment’s beat, “It would not be very difficult. She is nearly blind in her left eye, I would be able to approach without repost.”

The kid hummed, turning back as well before motioning to another group to the far right, “What about Mr. Beckensmith, he’s a retired vet right?”

Damian rolled his eyes and scowled harder, “The man has only seen the battlefield of an office as he bribed his way from being fully enlisted and instead managed to pay for increasingly higher ranks and medals. He is a disgrace.”

The kid cocked his head to the side, looking suspicious for a second and then nodding with concession, “Fair enough, I bet I could get close enough too.”

Damian scoffed.

“What, don’t believe me?”

Damian leveled a doubtful glare at the civilian, making it clear by looking him up and down, “Hardly.”

The other smirked dangerously, “If I can get close enough to poke him and get away without being noticed, will you believe me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes but nodded succinctly and watched as the boy immediately took off, making a few loops around other people before finally backing up to Mr. Beckensmith and poking him on the opposite side as a group moved past.

Damian pursed his lips. Interesting. Certainly better than he would expect from an amateur. And an amateur civilian at that.

When the boy returns to his side Damian brushes off the asks of meaningless praise.

“Come on, I did it, now you have to go poke Mrs. Halterguild without getting caught.”

Damian sneers, “And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t believe you either, the woman’s old but I bet she sees you and squeezes your cheeks again. Old ladies just have a sixth sense for that stuff you know.”

Damian nearly growls but sets off on his task. He makes sure to stay on her left side, but the woman turns at the last second, forcing Damian to use a passing waiter as cover to remain hidden and finally get close enough to poke her gaudy dress.

Then he sidles back up to the boy on the edges and provides his best ‘I am more capable than you’ scowl. The boy simply laughs and says, “Who’s next?”

They spend the night like that, choosing each other’s targets to attack non-lethally as though they were attempting to stab them, and Damian finds the gala going by in a significantly less tedious manner.

Right up until the boy laughs at him when he chooses a target. Only one bark of laughter escapes, but it is enough for Damian to consider stabbing him as well. If only with a butter knife.

Instead, Damian grinds his teeth and asks, “What is so different about Masters, do you really believe you would be unable to succeed?”

The other gives a breathless chuckle, “I’m pretty sure even you wouldn’t be able to successfully stab Vlad Masters,” The boy’s shoulders sag even as his jaw tightens with irritation, “He sees everything.”

Damian narrows his eyes. Something naws at the back of his brain but currently the critique of his capabilities takes precedence.

“I would be capable of stabbing Masters even without my favored sword,” Damian scowls and stands taller with annoyance.

“Sure you can, man,” At this, the boy quirks a sharp smile, “If you can actually get him, I’ll personally get you a magic sword,” he says with an air of amused indulgence. Like he thinks Damian is some insipid child saying he will find a fairy.

Damian grits his teeth and shakes the other’s hand, then immediately sets off after his target. How dare this civilian question him! He is the Son of the Bat, this is not even a challenge!

Damian growls as his approach is thwarted for the third time by the man turning in his direction and almost spotting him. How dare he! He will not fail!

Just as he reaches to jab the man in the side, already poised to make his escape, Masters whips around and clamps his fingers around Damian’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Really Daniel I thought we were over-“ Masters pauses, looking at Damian critically as he glares at the man’s offending hand, “You are not young Daniel.”

“Remove your hand from my person at once,” Damian growls.

Instead of listening to Damian’s very sensible directions, Masters tightens his grip and twists his arm, most likely in an attempt to hurt him.

“Now why is a child attempting to-“

Damian doesn’t wait to hear the rest of the man’s words, sliding a dagger into his other hand and swinging towards him, until that hand is caught mid-movement as well.

“Heh-Hey there!”

Damian snaps his head to the side just in time to see Grayson take his dagger and slide it into his pocket. He ignores the bark of laughter he hears from across the room.

Masters’ hand disappears from his arm suspiciously fast, “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure!”

Damian looks over his other shoulder to see his father standing behind him, a thin smile on his face, “Vladimir!”

His father’s figure quickly obscures his vision, putting an arm over Masters’ shoulders in a way that clearly makes him irritated but forces him to follow as he is steered away.

“Dami, I thought we talked about the stabbing at formal events,” Grayson says through a strained smile as he looks over the crowd to make sure no else saw.

“Tt, it was merely a demonstration of my skills, he was in no real danger until he refused to release me. I simply sought to correct that mistake.”

Grayson pinchesthe bridge of his nose, “Demonstration for who, Dames? We all already know your skills.”

“Tt,” Damian scowls and turns away.

Instead of pushing it, Grayson simply sighs heavily, “Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the gala okay? We’re almost done.”

Damian scoffed and waited for Grayson to leave. Once he does, Damian finally looks over to where he had been lingering with the boy.

Gone.

Clearly he’d taken the cowards way out when he’d seen that Damian had been accosted by Masters.

Pitiful.

Damian spends the rest of the night scowling from the wall and looking surreptitiously for a head of black hair and blue eyes unrelated to him.

Of course it’s not until they are actively leaving that Damian sees him and immediately splits off of from his family.

He approaches with irritation, preparing to grab the other by the shoulder when suddenly he turns around and blue eyes meet Damian’s green.

“You,” Damian sneers.

“Me,” The other shrugs. He has an amused smile on his face, though it’s strained at the edges.

They stare in silence for a minute, before the other’s smile grows and sharpens once more, “I didn’t expect you to actually try to stab him, y’know,” A slight laugh escapes him, “Not that it was unwelcome by any means, but still, unexpected.”

Damian scowls again, glaring at this foolish civilian.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I?!”

The boy exclaims and holds out a hand, smile dangerous, “Daniel Fenton. Or if we’re being technical,” a pause as Damian finally returns the gesture and finds his hand trapped, “Daniel Masters, a pleasure to meet you Damian.”

“Hurry up little badger,” A voice says beside them, and Damian notices that it is indeed Vladimir Masters.

The man approaches, placing a heavy hand on Fenton’s shoulder, making the boy go taut, and then they both step into a dark car, leaving Damian on the front steps.

Damian’s anger flares and he shoots a glare directly to the boy getting into the car. It dies the moment they meet eyes and Damian sees the fear hiding in the other’s eyes.

Fear that Damian is all too familiar with.

Fear that reminded Damian of himself. Reminded him of his own eyes when he’d been under his grandfather.

But why did Fenton look like that?

[methoughtsphantom]

halfas are the found family trope foster child

they all adopt each other. it’s the reason Vlad wanted so badly to have Danny as his son and the reason Danny immediately went with sure you’re my cousin now with Dani. it’s a survival mechanism from being so very few of their species. Sooo, halfa!Jason except he sorta isn’t yet cause Jason’s core is extremely ruptured from the lack of ectoplasm involved in his forceful resurrection. So when Danny finds Jason in his catatonic state he can’t quite tell the dude’s been dead and remains some, just that the guy for some reason seems very friend-shaped. Danny doesn’t mind his friend is braindead, and is also a john doe, he gives familiar vibes and that’s apparently enough for Danny to constantly find himself in the hospital doing his engineering homework on the room with the guy, and talking for hours about the updates on the absolute clusterfuck of the city and how he was from a freaking ghost town and he can almost even draw comparisons. he blabbers about how he’s not homesick enough times to even corner himself to talk about a ghost lore many times and how he’s just finding himself a little more prone to violence and in constant pain since none of the people he has adopted as his family are here with him and he can’t consider a place a lair if there’s isn’t someone of his in it.

But Danny could never drag someone with him just because of some it, after all it was Danny’s choice to come to Gotham to collage and not stay where at least his parents (good parents Jack and Maddie) were in Amity.

Ironically, Danny essentially can’t feel that his core has been spoon feeding ectoplasm to Jason. As months go on, the little ball of energy builds in anticipation practically vibrating in the waiting pulse of something (Danny doesn’t know but more often than not has he found himself laughing in happy confusion. it weirds him out in a good way) It’s really that he’s feeling the slow healing process of his friend (brother brother brother) ‘s core.Imagine it’s just about to properly, correctly heal when canon strikes back and Jason gets snatched by League assassins. Danny is left feeling like his core got torned out. His core had spend months helping another’s only to feel the other’s imprint and to not be able to protect it in return is— forget it being an obsession; thats like having your newborn baby being ripped out of your arms. An all assuaging feeling of helplessness that is devastating. Danny just beginning to feel like home lair when out of nowhere the rug is swept under him. Danny suddenly struggling to not flunk all his classes and beat every single liminal that he can feel crossing paths with him to the ground. Danny suddenly having his chronic pain (that hadn’t been so bad lately) dialed up to the point that there are just bearable and bad days.

The worse thing is he doesn’t know why.

Jason had only been a guy.

…

It’s only a three weeks before Jazz tells him she accepted a job offer in Gotham.

(and the guilt only makes him feel worse when he can feel himself feel better because of it)

…

now

whimsical time skip ✨

Danny is now on his feet again and friends with a Wayne of your choice (or maybe they were friends a little before Jay dissapeared and it was badTM cause Waynes? liminal 🥲) Danny definitely didn’t enjoy snapping off to his friend like that. anyways it’s been a year since that and he and his friend are having a grand time playing civvies, uhh let’s say dick because I want them to meet while ice skating, Also Dick because he definitely turns a blind eye when Danny goes airborne for a second there yep. He’s just having too much fun.

anyways as alwaysTM Danny doesn’t clock celebrities and like why would he, Dick is just the random guy who’s was fast to turn Danny’s slow day in the ice ring into a competition one day and brighten when Danny matched up his puns. So he totally doesn’t get why the guy’s so gloomy one day, anyways as you can figure, it’s Jason’s deathday and Dick is a deprecating bean, Danny tries to cheer him up by having him remember his brother instead and Dick attempts to, but even skipping through some photos in his phone make his eyes burn.

It is because of that that he doesn’t notice Danny absolutely freeze up at the photo of his friend Jay (Jay because he’s a John Doe, but that’s just too impersonal and so the first letter is J *wink wink*)

Danny absolutely doesn’t know what to do with this information, barely catches himself from asking Dick how did his brother die. Most importantly when because Danny just saw Jay—Jason less than a year ago, and this somehow doesn’t feel too recent.

Annd that how we find Danny digging into the Wayne second son tragedy. Staring at the date of death while the knowledge that they met almost six months after burns his forefront of his mind. Danny spends a day going over all the questions running through his mind over how the fuck he couldn’t sense Jay was a ghost—err was… in past tense?? what the fuck?? Danny would really like a refund on his ghost sense.

Anyways Danny goes check out the grave (now that he knows there is one) and boom although intangible he somehow triggers those shitty ass sensors/alarms that somehow didn’t go off when jason was literally digging himself out.

Obviously the bats get in the case immediately. And boy are they absolutely enraged that someone would steal Jason’s body.

[frozenrogue89]

I Don't Want to be Great, I Wanna be Me.

So we all know the classic ‘JL meets Phantom through summoning’ prompt, and we usually get Danny “High King, Savior of Worlds, Eldritch, Cryptid, Ancient, No Shits Given, Chaos Gremlin” Fenton making an appearance, cool and confident, running circles around the JL. But what if, this High King they summoned, just… wasn’t.

The Justice League was prepared for anything, with the latest BBG threatening the world they had to take drastic measures. The JL Dark managed to scrounge up the summoning spell they… “liberated” from a cult group a couple months back. At first the JL was against the thought of summoning another highly powerful unknown, but with extensive research, Constantine and various others vouching for this so-called “King Phantom'' , and no option left, well, their hands were tied. Said to be the vanquisher of the previous Tyrant of the throne, Savior of the Infinite Realms, thousands of years old, infinitely powerful, infinitely old, and some smaller rumors claimed, infinitely kind. Phantom is said to be extremely protective of humans (something they were banking on),  loyal to its subjects, and said to rarely get angry (yeah right). A terrifying creature, tall and confident in its destructive power.

So yes, the League was prepared. They gathered as many members as they could spare for this meeting, everyone ready for a fight, but praying for none. The Big Three stepped forward while the rest hung back. Constantine and the Dark members start chanting, beginning the ritual.

The chanting ends. The silence hangs. Bodies still. 

Then, a flash from the hieroglyphs on the ground and an explosion of wind with no origin, a blinding light originating from the summoning circle grows in strength, letting out a vibrating hum that causes Superman to cover his ears and wince. The hum starts shaking the ground and the light condenses into itself, revealing the silhouette of an object. 

The wind stops. The light is gone, the vibration a memory. Everything is as it is before, with one exception.

Wonder Woman, wasting no time, straightens, “High King Phantom, Ruler of the infinite Realms, We are the Justice league, We ask your help in vanquishing The BBG, it threatens the lives of all those who live…” Her eyes widened as what stood before her.

This… this didn’t look like a High King, Vanquisher of Pariah Dark. This little thing did not give any indication of confidence, power, or age… it looked… young. The only thing terrifying about this creature is the size of bags under his eyes. Drowning in soft clothes, hunched over, looking utterly defeated, Nothing like they expected. Diana would almost mistake it if for a human child if not for the glowing eyes, fangs, and slight aura it gave off. But this, this was no King… Is- are those tears in its eyes?!

____________

Danny has not been having a good day. Or week. Or month, or- anything really. It seems like dying was only the beginning of his problems. No, scratch that, this all started with his parents’ damn obsession with ghosts. Danny swore they were part ghost too with their utter infatuation with all things Ecto. If only they hadn’t tried to access the ghost zone, if only Vlad hadn’t been involved to become Danny’s biggest nightmare, if only his parents gave up their research once they had kids, if only he didn’t walk in that stupid portal to impress his friends. 

If only he had stayed dead.

If only he didn’t gain powers, then he wouldn’t be stuck in this mess. 

Danny scowled to himself and let himself flop onto his bed. He’s been spending the last couple weeks cycling through this whole rogue gallery, TWICE! Plus fighting a handful of random ghosts who thought they could take on the ‘Ghost King’ (Pariah’s evil reign and thousand year slumber didn’t help either with all the paperwork that’s left for Danny.) Running from the GIW, his parents, and Val as usual, (Ghost Scum, 

Dealing with ‘Mayor’ Vlad’s Evil Plan of the Week -Danny’s powers were still on the fritz after that encounter, painful, was a word for it- Not to mention school, between Dash being Dash, forgetting his science homework, missing a test because of Skulker, Lancer and his threats of, “Black Beauty Fenton! If your grades keep dropping you’ll spend the rest of the year in detention! With ME!” and now his teachers (and Jazz) are talking to him about college? He’s still a sophomore, give him a break! It isn’t Danny’s fault the whole universe is apparently out to get him.

The real cherry on top of this whole thing was the recent ‘summonings’. No thanks to the Fruit Loop and his meddling, with Jack Fenton unknowingly helping him, again. A nice little instruction booklet called, “How to Summon the Ghost King, Made Easy!” got out onto the internet and the world, free for any psycho to speed dial Danny away from his life. At various points in the last month Danny has been forcibly -and if he was honest, painfully- ripped from anything he’s been doing and dumped smack dab into the center of various cults’ plans, usually they wanted power, money, or world domination. His saving grace was the process of summoning forced him to transform or no identity reveals, thank The Ancients. 

Sam and Tucker have been a godsend in getting the Booklet wiped from the internet, Danny would be lost without them. He would’ve fallen apart the first week into his powers if not for them. Who knew watching your friend half dying created lasting relationships? They really kept him going and he trusts them with his life, really he does.

But Danny would never tell them about some of the things he’s seen getting summoned, he couldn’t do that to them. The various groups of psychos seemed to think Danny was more likely to listen to them if they offered sacrifices.. human sacrifices. Some nights he couldn’t stop smelling blood and incense, couldn’t get those images out of his mind. He hated himself for keeping track, and hated himself for not wanting to. 15. 15 people, so far just because some handful of lunatics wanted some money or something equally stupid like that. Danny was 15, that’s one whole human being, for every year he was alive, one of them was even younger th- she was just- Danny couldn’t- she was- so small…

Pulling his blankets over his head, Danny took measured breaths against the tightness in his throat. It’s Not fair. It’s not. He didn’t ask for this. He didn’t want to be King of the undead, he’s just a kid himself isn’t he? It was just an accident turning on the portal. He didn’t mean to. Why is he stuck fixing everything? Can't he just be a normal kid? Go to school, get good grades, become an astronaut? He’s so completely out of his depth, who is he kidding, it’s just a matter of time before he screws up again and someone gets hurt, or worse. He's trying, though, he is. He tries so hard to be good, to do good. To not turn into Dan.

‘Stop it, Danny. Now’s not the time for bad thoughts.’ This is the first time Danny’s had a chance to sleep in two days, his parents are out and left the home defenses are down, Jazz is studying at the library, Sam and Tucker are playing Doom while keeping an eye on ecto readings around town. He has maybe 4 blissful hours to spend in dream land. He sighed and sunk into his pillow trying to blank out his thoughts before he could spiral again.

A tightening in the chest, and eyes snap open, ‘NO! NO! Please not now!’ is all Danny manages to think before the unfortunately familiar sensation of space displacement takes hold. His transformation is forced on him as he feels himself fall apart and get put back together simultaneously.

‘Just a couple hours rest, is tHAT SO MUCH TO ASK!!??’ The anger leaves before it can fully form due to the pure exhaustion that washed over his ectofied bones and straight to his core. It feels strained, like glass under pressure, not knowing if the slightest change will shatter him. He slowly gets his bearings and- oh, this almost seems worse than a regular cult summoning. At least there’s not a dead body. 

It’s the Justice League, and Wonder Woman is talking to him. And Danny, Danny can’t. He can’t. He doesn’t know if they want to trap him, kill him, experiment… if the GIW got their claws into the JL… Danny can’t anymore, He can practically feel his core splintering into jagged gut- wrecking pieces. He just wants to rest, to feel safe, for just a little while. Why can’t he?

Throat burning and eyes watering, Danny realizes he can do something, just one thing. It’s the only thing left that he can do. Something he hasn’t done for a long time, ever since dying.

Danny starts crying.

[radiance1]

Tucker finds a game installed on his pda one day.

He didn't know where it came from, nor what it was supposed to be and it looked more high quality than a few other games he's seen. So what did he do with it? Surely he should've not touched it and tried to delete it, right?

He wouldn't be apart of team phantom if he didn't also embody the "Fuck it we ball" energy.

So he plays it, finds it to be some dating sim based on the title screen and went through a good fair portion of it, it was fairly normal, if not really up his alleyway of games. But it had its moments though.

Then came Monika.

He didn't know what to do with her, in all honesty. She seemed to be a sapient Ai trapped in a dating sim, which was weird but not that weird compared to everything else in all honesty. She also killed off her friends, though her reasoning was because they weren't real and that it was the only way for her to have a romance route.

Kinda extra in his opinion, but he can see the reasoning.

So what does he do? Rummage around in the game's coding and makes a route for her.

(He swore he saw another pair of hands indirectly helping him when he did it, too.)

Monika was downright ecstatic when he was finished with it, he outlined a route for her but then she just took control of it, coding in events, mini-games, gifts and other sorts of things for her route. She thanked him immensely for outlining a route for her, since even with all of her control she couldn't directly go against core programming when it came to herself like that.

He was glad to help her out, really, she seemed like a pretty nice person, pushed outside of her core programming because of her sapience. He even coded Monika outside of the game and let her roam around in his pda, which accidentally added another layer of protection to his firewalls, but he isn't complaining.

Then she wondered how it would be like in the real world, with him and everyone else.

It really just went off from there.

Jack and Maddie are genius inventors, and now that they no longer have such a driving, blinding hatred towards ghost due to their son being revealed as a halfa, they no longer spend all of their time on ghost themed weapons and stuff.

So he went to them, showed them Monika (Which they were extremely impressed with) and decided to help him in building her a body! Probably also because they liked the challenge of building a body too, but meh.

Tucker drew up a design based on Monika's wishes, and tweaked it a bit here and there to ensure perfect human functionality.

Monika told Jack and Maddie that they didn't need to spend too much effort on it, since she would be fine with just a body, but Jack went no and they went all in. Did Tucker know what they were using to built her body? No, no he did not.

Apparently they made her body out of some rare metal they obtained from Vlad, who is trying very hard to redeem and put himself back in the Fenton's good graces after having some sense knocked into him, a rare metal called nth metal that Vlad apparently lost a lot trying to get, even had to use less then clean methods to get, but not anything he can't make back in a while.

Her blood was ectoplasm, with a fully functional heart made from the same metal and basically every other organs as well. Her brain was basically a supercomputer that'll let her connect to the internet whenever she wants, as well as allow her access to wifi from virtually wherever.

Her skin was made from another metal, one that imitated the feel and look of human skin, while also being more durable. They also added in features that'll simulate touch, taste, smell, sight, and hearing as well!

Monika was honestly floored when she was downloaded into the body, it was much, much more than she had asked for and she didn't even know if she could repay them for it. To which Jack and Maddie just waved off because the chance to make a body from scratch out of a rare metal that was basically just gonna lie there for a sapient Ai wasn't one that would come often, so the experience was invaluable honestly!

Monika tried out everything she could after that, just happy to be among real people after becoming aware. She could finally be with her boyfriend, physically, no longer bound by a wall between them.

Then a while later, she may have accidentally hacked into what Tucker later told her was the Justice League Watchtower. It wasn't even her fault, she just wanted to hack into a nearby satellite, honest!

It's not like Tucker could talk, really. He's been hacking into the local government database for a while now, and why, it's not like he could do better, could he?

He saw a challenge when he saw one, and he should shy away from it because it was the Justice League.

But

So then the both of them competed to see who could hack into the Justice League database the fastest. A romance game Ai who grew sapience and got into the real world, versus a guy who's insanely smart and good at hacking who got her into the real world.

Of course it couldn't have been that easy, though, and really, it wouldn't have been a true challenge is they didn't engage in a cyber battle against the people they're hacking into, right?

Meanwhile, the Justice League is watching as Batman, Tim, and Oracle is fighting against two unknowns hacking into their database and having what is no doubt a cyber battle of such intensity they're wondering how the hell that keyboard is still standing against how fast their fingers are flying across it.

Some of them can swear they can see Batman release an aura of impressed, annoyed, and amused all at once.

[justreadalot]

Through Your Eyes Part 10

Part 1-4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Part 9

Back in the ghost zone. 

Jason, Damian and Danny standing on the top of Fenton's house. Danny was in his live form. They were watching their air bubble about to merge with the rest. Most of the other bubbles had already merged. Vlad's castle was in the center, all the other buildings clumped around it.

The whole bubble pushed together, the top air part combined. The force field just moved to outer edges. The houses bumped up against each other. And the ground merged. together. Then everything just stopped, until the next merge. 

The ground stopped shaking. 

“Hello?” Called a man dressed in white on the ground in front of the Fenton's house. “We come in peace.”

“Am coming down.” called Jason, all three used the metal surf boards to glide to the ground to where the men in white were standing.

The older one looked them over, the younger one was looking around the area scanning for any threats.

“Ah, Danny … Fenton, I believe. We haven't met before. I am Agent R, this is Agent T. Are your parents here? Who are your companions?” asked the older white hair Agent R.

“This is Damian Wayne,” answered Danny, touching Damian on his left shoulder, since he was standing at his right. “And his bodyguard, Red Hood.” He waved at Jason. “My parents are not here, no one else arrived with us.”

“Damian Wayne? Oh yes, that's right, he is your soulmate. I read a note on that last week in your file. A soul swap happened.”

“You have a file on me? Why?”

“Ah, to answer that, I need to ask if your companions know all your secrets, or do we need to talk in private?”

Danny raised his head in challenge and glared. “Damian and Red Hood know everything about me.”

“In that case, I can inform you that GIW also knows everything about you.”

“What!”

“Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom. You have been classified as a useful asset, a hero in training, or one who will help. GIW are to assist, protect and hide you as much as we can, including pretending to be blind if you transform right in front of us. You haven't been that subtle.” advised Agent R.

Danny blinked, “wait, you have been trying to help?”

“Yes, although I doubt you bring yourself to fully trust us. Not surprisingly really, I hope we can gain your trust in the future.”

“Wait a minute, my parents work for you.”

“Yes.”

“But you haven't told them about me.”

“No, and we are not going to.”

“Why is that?” asked Damian suspiciously.

“A study was conducted to see how Danny's parents would expect to react to the knowledge. It was decided they would react one of three ways, none of them wise.” He paused taking in the wide eyed expression of the boys.

“First reaction, which is the highest estimated percentage of 75% is they would protect Danny no matter what, vanish from GIW view and go underground, a case of not trusting anyone. We fear in that case, if no one is watching, anything could go wrong. The second reaction, which is an estimated percentage of 20%, is the one Danny fears, they will want to study him, either with or without consent.”

“What is the third reaction?” asked Red Hood harshly, “the estimated 5%?”

Agent R looked sad, “the third reaction is the worst, it is that Fentons decide to fix their son.” He looked directly at Danny who had frozen.

“Your condition is unreversable, we did get some of your blood after one of your fights and checked your DNA. If your parents ever say ‘we will fix you, we will get you back to how you were.’ Leave immediately, do not hesitate. Any treatment attempting to fix you, could turn you insane, and a person with your abilities and a broken mind.” the agent paused trying to think of a nice way to explain.

“Would become a monster.” Danny stated it directly flatly.

“Yes, and that is why we will never inform them.” the agent shook his head, turned and stared at Vlad's castle, and at the other buildings.

“On other matters, you three can go anywhere in this area. The scientists here are working on trying to contact earth, no success yet. We have an Agent with each, to watch and 'protect’. Vlad Masters isn’t here, his place is locked up, we can't get in. I suspect his door handprint lock will accept your hand, Danny. Would you mind checking?”

Damian, Danny and Red Hood looked over at the castle.

“Shall we see if we can break in?” asked Danny, looking like he wanted to break a few windows.

Damian considered the problem. “I am sure it is necessary to appropriate any assets in that area.”

The two boys headed off, one flying, one on a metal surf board.

Red Hood and Agent R looked at each other.

“I'll try to prevent any damage to useful equipment.” Said the former.

“I know Vlad.” replied the later. “Honestly, he deserves getting his whole place trashed. Especially by Danny

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[laxxarian]

Dani is trying to convince Bruce that she already has a family but the man was unconvinced.

Being Batman, he patrols at night together with Robin and from time to time, he'd see Dani sleeping at abandoned buildings or under a bridge of some kind.

Each time he sees the girl sleeping here and there, he'd wake the little girl and convince her to at least seek shelter maybe at someone's certain house but that got Dani giving flashbacks of Vlad and his creepy way of talking.

Vlad changed and all but still creepy.

Now Dani is deciding to go back to Amity Park cuz she already has seen the parts of Gotham but before she leaves, she bids farewell to Bruce at first. Going to his mansion and all, saying goodbye and to his kids.

Saying that she's going to Amity Park to be with her family but Bruce wasn't convinced, why? Because in their data, Amity Park doesn't exist.

This whole thing is suspicious so he plans to follow the girl as she goes back home as Batman.

Dani also waited around where Batman usually patrols at night to say goodbye cuz why not? She didn't want to let the guy get worried seeing as how the man would keep trying to help her.

She didn't want him thinking that she might be dead, well, she is, but they don't know that.

So after the goodbyes and all that. Dani waits for a bus, why? She wants to experience using a public transport and because of that, Batman gets to follow the girl easily but little did he know, Dani could actually hear and see perfectly fine because of her ghost powers that Batman was following her. A bit creeped out but she understands.

The bus stopped at nowhere but home was close, Dani just needed to walk, usually she flies but a bat was following her.

Dani contacted Danny to get her and also informed him that a certain dude just won't go away.

And then blah blah blah, Batman was caught by Danny.

Danny: why are you following us?

Batman: !?

Dani: don't worry, Danny, he's a superhero too

Danny: *looks up and down* ....I see...

Batman now gets to see Amity Park and now that he knows where it is and confirmed the girl's safety. He left.

Then researched about Amity Park back at his mancave but bats themed.

Batman found out that the GIW were keeping the place a secret, not that they were doing illegal but to protect the ghosts from any other people.

After the GIW found out about Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom, they started to open their eyes and sees how good can ghosts be and is actively helping Danny now.

But Batman doesn't know such real reason and theorized they were trying to keep a meta human a secret so they could get Phantom without anyone knowing about it.

So, Batman called the young justice team to go out and investigate.

Strange things that the team found out was that Amity Parkers doesn't care about what's going on the outside of their homes and that's mostly due to ghosts and the only hero their is also a ghost. Not wanting for anymore villains, they all decided not to attract anymore people from getting here and give the Parkers more trouble.

What they also found out was that the residents may be clueless and blind at some times, they were all fascinatingly fast learners when it comes to fighting and also fleeing.

The team also gets to meet Phantom, a cheerful guy and Dani (human form) who was talking casually with him.

[pretty-face-breaker]

Reunion: Nick Catches Up

cw. whumper finding runaway whumpee, manhandling, kidnapping, very creepy and intimate whumper, violence, borderline psychological torture, manipulation, gun

Art by me! :D

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Hayko feels the weight of a hand clamp down on his shoulder just as he’s halfway through his burger. His first instinct is startled confusion—Vlad had only just gone around the corner to complain about his steak being overcooked—but then he sees it.

A grin in the periphery. A familiar razor-slash of teeth.

Nick’s swung around in the booth behind him, arms draped casually over the red vinyl seatback, both hands now planted firmly on Hayko’s shoulders like anchors.

The moment hits Hayko like a car crash. Every muscle locks. His throat closes. His spine stiffens. His heart forgets what it’s for. Every nightmare, every panic attack, every choke-collared memory rises like bile. This can’t be real this can’t—

They’re alone in the corner of the diner. No one seated close enough to hear anything. It’s quiet. Night presses against the windows.

The diner is quiet. No one nearby. Outside, the windows are painted in cold streetlight. In here, just soft rock and his own rapid, ugly breathing. And Nick’s, fanning warm and lazy across the nape of his neck. 

“How’s dinner?”

Hayko’s fingers won’t respond. His hands stay frozen, white-knuckling the fork and knife. His body refuses to remember every self-defense move he’s spent a year drilling into his bones, spent weeks and months staying late in the training rooms until he tasted his own sweat. His mouth doesn’t work. This isn’t how it was supposed to—Dr. Carter said it wouldn’t happen this way.

“I always did like your freeze response more,” Nick murmurs, giving his shoulders an affectionate squeeze, one that makes Hayko’s stomach convulse. Then, his voice dips, low and coaxing. “My love. Look straight ahead. Do you see him?”

Hayko’s eyes flick to the window. Beyond the blinds, a hooded figure stands partially obscured. Watching them both.

“One nod from me,” Nick says, “and he puts a bullet in your friend’s head.”

Another squeeze. Hayko’s breath hitches audibly. 

Nick adds lightly. “Unless you make a fuss, I have no reason to.”

Hayko swallows, voice fraying.

“What do you want.”

“Up.”

He pushes off the booth slowly, barely making a sound. Nick rises with him and in the same motion swings an arm over Hayko’s shoulders, a movement that could have been mistaken for a lover’s, if anybody else had been bearing witness, but Hayko feels the cold snout of a pistol nestling like a promise between his ribs.

His thoughts blank out on instinct.

They walk.

The distance to the door stretches forever, and Hayko catches Vlad’s blond head in the corner of his eye—still turned away, mid-argument with the cook. Hayko wants to scream. Wants to bolt and shout, but—

Vlad’s profile vanishes behind them as they cross the event horizon. In its place: the hooded man. Closer now to the window, a predator stalking its prey and about to pounce, one hand already buried in his jacket where it hadn’t been before and Vlad is still arguing with the cook. He hasn’t noticed and he isn’t fucking going to notice.

“No—”

The protest barely escapes before Nick’s palm crushes it. A hand clamps over Hayko’s mouth, fingers locking his jaw so tight he hears something creak.

“Hold off until I text you,” Nick says, not to him.

The man hesitates and a breath stutters loose in Hayko's throat as he watches his hand slip back out. Empty. But Hayko doesn’t have a second to savor it.

Nick forces him forward. A black sedan glides up to the curb. The rear door swings open.

Hayko resists on good instinct, feet locking against the concrete, but Nick is faster—gripping the back of his neck, forcing his head down and shoving him into the car. He crashes face-first into the seat and tries to right himself, tasting blood, but everything is slowed—his limbs syrupy with shrill terror—by the time Nick’s inside and the doors are locked.

He’s yanked upright. Metal kisses his throat. Pressed right against his carotid as Nick buckles his seatbelt with a soft click, like a parent strapping in a stubborn child.

Then another. Nick buckles himself in. 

“Evening, love.”

The voice slithers in from the driver’s seat. Hayko looks up and locks eyes with the rearview mirror. Platinum blond hair, slicked into a grotesque pompadour. That wolfish, wide grin.

Harvey. That fucking—

Hayko doesn’t even register the sound he makes. His spine seizes. Electricity floods him, a flash-fry of memory—wires, teeth, screaming into a wet gag. All under that horrible, loveless smile. It’s not Nick’s. Nothing fond in it. Nothing in it at all. Just that empty-calorie cruelty wrapped in human skin that Hayko remembers so terribly.

Hayko reels into the flashback, yanked under—until he surfaces, hearing Nick’s breath again far too close. Until his warm leather and cologne ghost Hayko’s nostrils. Until he feels that arm pull him closer. The muzzle of the gun still firm against his throat.

And then—

And then it happens. A sob. Ragged, helpless, cracked down the middle.

Nick sighs in satisfaction beside him, like he’s just finished the best meal of his life. He presses his lips to Hayko’s ear and whispers lovingly.

“God, Hayko. I’ve missed you.”

—

Before this. A year of recovery, but never peace.

Hayko lived small in Montreal. A quiet apartment on the fourth floor. Two bedrooms, one filled with plants that Vlad watered fervently, even having a notification on his phone. The other full of plastic bins marked “don’t touch.”

In them: Doctor’s visits stacked like receipts. MRIs, lung scans, a neurologist who frowned at his reflexes. PTSD, insomnia, night terrors that left him raw-throated and shaking. Scars that ached and itched when it rained. A few months ago, he passed out on the bus because he thought he saw Nick’s silhouette in a storefront reflection.

Dr. Carter, his therapist, had soft eyes and a hard rule: no talking about Nick in the second person.

He earned a teaching certificate. Grade threes. Morning bells and watercolor handprints, tiny socks lost on the playground. He kept his sleeves down and practiced smiling in the mirror in the least fractured way possible. The children called him Mr. G. and he answered to it like anything else would be unthinkable.

They were laying low. But they were living. They were healing. And then—

The muzzle never leaves his back. Hayko walks ahead of Nick up the long stone path, his shoes scuffing on wet grit. The house is unfamiliar. Modern, faceless. Black paneling. Frosted windows. A house for a man who doesn’t plan to live in it but where it might be optimal to keep someone for a day. Or a few, if Nick intends for Hayko to pay more fully for his misdeeds.

The lock clicks. Nick gestures him in.

“Make yourself at home,” he says lightly. “Drink?”

Hayko doesn’t answer. He steps inside. The air is sterile, reeking of oak and varnish, cold metal underfoot. There’s an absurdly luxurious bar cart in the corner.

Nick walks ahead toward it.

He turns his back.

Hayko sees it all at once: the phone dropped on the counter, just out of Nick’s reach. The silence of the house. The hitman—waiting on that text. And there, on the console table, a glass vase catching the dim overhead light.

His body answers before his brain.

He grabs the vase and swings.

It shatters on impact, a crystalline shriek that floods the house. Nick goes down hard, a mess of blood and shards. He snarls, an animal thing that makes Hayko’s skin crawl but is already rising, pain ignored and teeth bared.

Hayko doesn’t let him. He throws himself at him again, fists raining wild, furious. One cracks Nick across the jaw. Another lands square in his collarbone. There’s blood on both of them now—Nick’s, maybe his own. Hayko doesn’t care.

A grunt. A shove. They crash into the wall. A picture frame falls and the glass within shrieks and shatters. Nick snarls, grabs him by the shoulders, shoves back. They stagger over furniture, breathing like animals.

Hayko brings his knee up. Nick blocks it, catches his wrists mid-swing, trips him, and slams him down against the floor. His head impacts viciously hard and Hayko cries out between his teeth, eyes squeezed shut.

“Goddamn it,” Nick mutters, laughing through bloodied teeth, breathing hard. “The diner. Where the fuck was this version of you?”

Hayko lunges forward and sinks his teeth into Nick’s shoulder.

Nick howls—in pain, but not in defeat or even in anger. In delight.

“There you are,” he pants. “Fuck, baby. It’s been so long.”

Hayko snarls, wrenching, struggling, hissing like a feral thing and angling for another shot at ripping out Nick’s throat.

“Get the fuck off.”

Nick keeps him pinned, one hand digging into his forearm, the other still smeared with blood. His voice turns low and practical.

“I’m not going to kill you,” he says. “Stop fighting. I just want to talk.”

“You have a gun to my fucking neck.”

Nick raises an eyebrow, mouth bloodied but smiling.

“I’ll text him. Tell him to back off. That better?”

Hayko doesn’t respond. He breathes hard and uneven, chest heaving beneath Nick’s weight. Sweat gathers under his shirt collar. His wrists tremble in Nick’s grip and he doesn’t answer. Nick can go fuck himself with his mind games. Hayko won’t be so easily swayed with false promises of security, of mercy. Not again.

Not again.

Nick studies him for a long, quiet beat. Then his voice drops, not soft but sharpened.

“I know your house, Hayko. Every inch.”

A pause.

“Your bedroom. The kitchen. The basement, where you keep that box of medical receipts. I touched the flowers in the garden you and Vlad planted last spring. Daisies, mostly. A few sickly tulips.”

Hayko stiffens. His breathing skids.

“For two months, I know where you sleep,” Nick continues, unfazed. “Where you work. Where he works. Unless you plan on tearing your life up by the roots again—I’m in it. I’ll be in it. Forever.”

Hayko shuts his eyes. Regulate. Dr. Carter's voice in his skull: Inhale. Hold. Exhale. Ground. You are safe.

But he isn’t. He never was.

“I’m not going to torture you,” Nick goes on, still holding him fast. “I’m not going to kill you. I don’t need to break you.”

What would be the point? hangs unspoken between them.

“I want a conversation. Maybe we figure something out.”

Hayko’s voice comes out hoarse, a rasp over gravel: “What’s the alternative?”

Nick chuckles. Amused and warm and chilling.

“You don’t want the alternative.”

Silence swells between them. The only sound is Hayko’s breathing—irregular, staggered, sharp.

Then, finally:

“You don’t want a conversation,” he spits. “A conversation. You want me to shut up and kowtow to you and beg for mercy and forgiveness and grovel like the pathetic-” 

He gasps, air catching in his throat like smoke. A sound like a death rattle claws its way out of his lungs. 

“—shell you turned me into.”

Nick doesn’t flinch, only counters as softly as velvet. “You killed people, Hayko.”

Hayko jerks as if slapped. His voice thins, cracks on the edges.

“That was you. You made me.” 

Nick tilts his head. A mock-thoughtful expression, like they’re in court and he’s about to call surprise evidence.

“Beat them to death,” he recites. “Negotiated drug deals. Defended murderers. Slept like a baby some nights, didn’t you?”

“No. No.”

“Should I continue?”

“You fucking made me—”

“All I needed you to do,” Nick cuts in, almost gently, “was the defending part, my love.”

He smiles a terrible, crooked thing. There’s pride in it. Nostalgic recollection of a child walking for the first time, or maybe a dog finally learning how to maul on command.

“I provoked you. You rose to the provocation.”

Hayko stares at him. A pit opens behind his eyes.

He wants to kill him. Truly kill him, this time. Not just with fists or glass. He wants to erase him. Smother him in cement, because that’s all he deserves, and salt the earth where he stood. But it’s like trying to throw a punch in a dream—his fury keeps folding inward. Every move against Nick feels like it happens inside a sealed room, and Nick is always waiting on the other side of the glass.

“You broke me,” Hayko says, voice thudding low. “You broke everything I was.”

Nick steps forward, slow and deliberate. Hayko doesn’t back away.

“No,” Nick says. “I just peeled off the part that pretended otherwise.”

Hayko’s fists clench. His legs tremble. Sweat pools under his arms. He feels the blood rushing in his ears, the fire racing up his throat. He wants to punch, scream, shove something off a balcony. Instead, his voice shivers out of him like steam:

“I had a life.”

“You have a life.”

Nick moves like he might touch him, but doesn’t. And that’s worse. The excess and absence of contact and how they were wielded as one weapon against him. The ache opens right back up. He aches.

“A house. A job. A live-in partner who still believes he can fix you,” Nick says, and his tone is deceptively gentle now. “All I want is a place in it. A seat at the table. A corner, if that’s too much for you.”

Hayko laughs. One sharp bark.

“A corner? You blew up the whole fucking house. I had to teach myself to breathe again.”

Nick gives a small, pitying smile. 

“And look how well you’re breathing now.”

That does it.

Hayko lunges—but Nick slams him back down by the wrists, forceful but nowhere near as cruel as before, when Nick was getting his kicks off Hayko's immobilizing terror. They lock eyes. Nick’s pupils are blown wide with adrenaline and glee, but under it, something more calculating waits. A long game.

Nick is going to get what he wants.

“I’ll call off the guy. I’ll let you talk to Vlad,” Nick says smoothly. “But I meant what I said.”

He leans in, voice dipped in gravity now.

“You will never be free of me. You can live with that. Or you can keep running.”

Hayko’s breathing stutters. His body begins to shake—there's too much fury, too much heat in too small a cage.

He closes his eyes.

Inhale. Hold. Exhale.

The technique fails. Everything feels wrong inside his skin. But when he opens his eyes, it’s quieter. No less terrible. Just stiller, to the point that he can string together a coherent sentence that manages to make some progress in this waking nightmare.

“Fine,” he rasps. “That’s it. Just talk.”

His voice trembles with restraint, but it holds.

“Call him off. Call Vlad. Now.”

Nick’s phone is already in his hand. He types something out, then locks it.

“There,” he says. “See? Progress.”

Nick rolls his eyes when Hayko just glares at him with accusation, clearly tired of playing the patient villain.

“Fine. I’ll call him off while you watch. Jesus.”

He unlocks his phone, pulls up the messaging app, some off-brand secure interface with Cyrillic UI settings, and clicks through a few chats. A check mark appears next to the message. Sent. Hayko watches the movement of Nick’s thumb like it’s a loaded weapon.

“There. Happy? He’s off. Vladimir lives.”

Hayko’s voice is quiet but firm. “I’m not doing anything else until I talk to him.”

Nick groans theatrically, drops his head back like a man besieged by unreasonable demands.

“Come on, Hayko. You think I’m letting you call him so you can give him a head start?”

Hayko’s voice trembles and accidentally turns desperate. “Call him.”

It must do more than just give him away because Nick eyes him, lips thin. “You switch to Russian, the call ends.”

Hayko nods once, trying not to show his relief.

Nick exhales sharply, then taps open an encrypted call app—one Hayko doesn’t recognize. He dials. Hands it to Hayko.

Vlad picks up on the third ring. His voice cuts through the line like a blade.

“Where is he?” 

Hayko swallows. Suddenly, speech feels like walking a tightrope with a gun to his chest.

“It’s me,” Hayko says quickly, too quickly. He checks Nick’s expression to make sure he’s doing alright. If this is allowed. “I’m okay.”

There’s a pause. The kind that indicates Vlad's already stepped outside the diner, away from witnesses.

“Where are you?” Vlad’s voice is sharp but careful.

“I’ll be back soon.”

“Is he there?”

Hayko doesn’t answer fast enough. Not that he really needed to.

“Bring him back by tonight or you will regret it.”

Before Hayko can answer, another voice cuts in, close to the mic:

“My regret won’t be necessary,” Nick says, sing-song. “Your man will be home before sunrise.”

“Fuck yourself,” Vlad snarls immediately. “You lay one finger on him—”

“Please,” Nick laughs, easy, smooth. “We’re just having a conversation. And don’t bother trying to trace this call, by the way—it’s bouncing through five proxy servers and an Albanian VPN. Your Google Maps won’t help you here, comrade.”

Silence. Then:

“If anything happens to him,” Vlad says, even as ever, “I will not call police. I will call Alexei. I will name the city. And I promise you, Nick, by morning, I will have everything you own.”

Nick’s smile falters, just a hair. He covers it quickly with a chuckle.

“Very pretty, Vlad,” he says, lighter than before, but not quite cheerful now. “Ever the poet.”

Then he ends the call.

Hayko stares at the blank screen a beat too long before gently lowering the phone to the counter. The absence of Vlad’s voice leaves him cold in the bones. But he’s already calculating. Thinking of exit points, of how fast he could run now that the gun isn’t pressed to his ribs.

Nick watches him closely, then breaks the silence with a too-light question:

“Drink?”

“No.”

Nick sighs. “I wasn’t asking. And stop looking for exits.”

He moves to the bar cart again to pick up a new, still-sealed bottle of wine—a heavy red, foreign label—and uncorks it with a pop. The sound makes Hayko flinch. Nick notices, of course he does, but says nothing. Probably delights that he’s uncovered one of Hayko’s post-traumas already.

He pours into a glass. Then sees Hayko’s face.

“Oh for god’s sake.”

He grabs a clean glass from the shelf, holds it up to the light, then takes a cloth from the drawer and wipes it carefully—inside, outside, stem.

“See? Not a drop of chloral hydrate, I swear on my heart.”

He pours again. Slides the glass across the counter like an offering.

“Happy now? Drink. You’ll need something to take the edge off.”

Hayko stares at the glass. The color is dark, almost black in the low light. He doesn’t touch it. He’s not sure if it’s poison—but that’s not what stops him.

It’s that part of him, somewhere deeper than caution, darker than fear, knows Nick is right. He does need something. Something to slow the adrenaline, to anchor him in the room. Something to drink while bargaining with the devil. Because he needs to make this deal. 

Because there’s no alternative anymore.

Hayko picks up his wine and sips it, trying not to look too sour. Nick's life is half-theatre and Hayko will perform if it means they get to live.

Nick watches him with the same ease he might bring to observing fish in a tank.

“Did you really think you could run forever?” he asks, not expecting an answer. “New name. New job. New little apartment where the stove only half-works and the radiators clank all night.”

Hayko’s face twitches. He doesn't look up. His smile is faint, edged with something harder.

“You did a good job,” Nick continues, syrup-smooth. “You even got certified. Helping kids, shaping minds. Safe and sound, in a city where nobody else knows your name.”

He leans forward slightly, forearms on the table.

“Do you sleep better, knowing the men who wanted to carve you up are dead? The ones I killed. Or does that part not count, in your narrative?”

Hayko looks at him now. He does it slow. Purposefully.

“Is this a free therapy session?” he says flatly. “Or should I be charging by the hour for your whinging?”

It lands, despite Nick’s face not moving. His jaw finally clicks—once, audibly—as he grinds his teeth. Hayko sees it. And he smiles, sharp and small.

Good.

Nick’s fists clench, but only briefly. He exhales through his nose, forcibly casual.

“You’re lucky I like you like this,” he mutters.

“Just get on with it,” Hayko snaps. “Your terms. And no—no, sex won’t be one of them unless you’re planning to—”

Nick cuts him off with a dismissive sigh and a pointed eye-roll.

“Obviously I’m not stupid enough to open with that.” He gives him a dry look. “You can unclench. This isn’t that kind of negotiation.”

Hayko doesn’t answer. The silence bristles.

Nick adjusts his sleeve. “But since you’re so curious—fine. Terms.”

He counts on his fingers like he’s listing groceries.

“I want to see you. Talk. Sometimes. Coffee shop, bench in a park, dark alley, I’m flexible.”

Hayko blinks at him. “You think I’m going to just—schedule hangouts with you?”

Nick shrugs.

“You’d be surprised what people will do when their lives are on the line.”

He picks up his wine, sips.

“And keep in mind that yours is. Stalking was fun for the first few weeks. Watching you wait for your bus on Rue Rachel like clockwork, pretending you didn’t see me in the reflection—”

Hayko flinches. The blood drains from his face. He remembers that day. The way his spine locked. The full-body tremor he chalked up to a panic spiral.

“Yeah, love,” Nick says, gleefully watching the realization curdle. “Wasn’t your imagination, was it?”

Hayko swallows, hard. His palms are damp. But he’s still upright.

“How,” he says slowly, “do you imagine this conversation happens on any kind of even ground?”

Nick tilts his head.

“You think we’re equals now? You kidnapped me. You blackmailed me. You—" Hayko's breath stutters "tortured me. For two years. And yeah, you housed me. You fed me. Indulged my masochistic urges. You protected me from being tortured by other people. But that doesn’t erase it. You ruined my fucking life.”

His voice cracks, rising.

“Do you know how recently I got control of my panic attacks? You think that wine is gonna calm me down?”

Nick doesn't even blink.

“I know,” he says smoothly. “I read your therapist’s notes.”

Hayko’s whole body goes still as white horror washes over him. He sees a flicker of Dr. Carter’s handwriting. A post-it with his progress goals.

Nick's voice cuts easily through the fresh horror, unfazed.

“Without me, your body would’ve been dumped in a ditch on the outskirts of Chicago three years ago. You were a loose end. I saved your life.”

Hayko buries his face in his hands.

“It doesn’t matter,” he whispers. “I was so far gone I actually thought—”

He stops himself, shaking. His voice cracks again.

“I thought you loved me.”

Nick doesn’t move for a long moment. Then, matter-of-fact: “I do.”

Hayko laughs. A short, dry bark that’s almost a sob. “No. You don’t. You love owning me.”

Nick doesn’t refute it. He sits very still, fingers tapping once, then stopping.

Hayko lifts his head. His eyes are damp, but furious. His mouth set. His voice, hollow steel.

“Tell me your terms.”

—

TO BE CONTINUED (1/2)

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Nightmares

Larissa Weems x F! Reader Request: Hiya bunnie how are you? I hope your well..I was wondering if I could request a Larissa x FemReader where reader has a lot of nightmares that keep her up so she doesn’t sleep well, really ever..so therefore our beloved principle catches her awake at extremely late hours of the night? Thank you!! Much love ❤️ A/N: I am doing great! This was actually super fun to write! I also have trouble sleeping so I thought this request was kind of funny! Warnings: None it's just pure fluff Words: 1905

5:30 am

You laid awake in your bed staring at the dark ceiling, every time you closed your eyes it was just nightmare after nightmare. You couldn’t remember the last time you had actually gotten a good night's sleep. It was always a few hours here and a few hours there. You sighed and pulled the comforter off yourself. You sat on the edge of your bed staring down into the darkness. 

You glanced up at the digital alarm clock, the glowing numbers read 5:30. You had to be up in half an hour anyways. You leaned over your nightstand and turned your light on. 

You walked over towards your wardrobe and pulled out a long sleeve dress that went down to your ankles. You slipped it on over your head and grabbed your tennis shoes and put them by the door before heading into the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror and the dark bags under your eyes were more evident than ever. You grabbed your makeup bag from the counter and dug through it looking for your concealer. You would hide the fact that you had trouble sleeping forever if you had to. You skillfully applied the concealer under your eyes and blended it out with your finger. 

5:50 am

You walked back into your bedroom and walked over to your nightstand and grabbed your watch off your nightstand and slipped it onto your wrist adjusting it to make sure it stayed in its place. You looked down at your watch, checking the time. You walked over the door and slipped on your shoes and looked through your bag making sure you had everything for your classes that day. 

“The Picture of Dorian Gray, notebook, pencil case, computer, keys. Ok I have everything.” You mumbled to yourself as you grabbed your cardigan off of the trunk at the end of your bed and slipped it on. Grabbing your bag you slipped out of your room and checked your watch once again. 

6:01 am

You had plenty of time to go set up your classroom and make your way back to the staff room to get coffee. You made your way out of the hall where all the teacher’s sleeping quarters were and started for your classroom. 

6:13 am

It was a quick 12 minute walk from the teacher’s sleeping quarters to your classroom. It was a walk you made every day. You knew the path by heart. You pulled out your keys and unlocked your classroom door. Once you walked into the classroom you flicked the lights on setting down your bag in your desk chair. You went over to the windows and opened up the blinds letting some natural light filter into your classroom. 

You walked back over to your desk, pulling out your computer and setting it on your desk along with the book your students were reading, and your notebook and pencil case on the side next to them. 

You set your bag down next to your desk and looked over your classroom and noticed that the floor needed to be swept so you went over to a closet in the back of the room and pulled out a broom and dust pan. Sweeping the floor only took about ten minutes. 

6:45 am

You checked your watch once again and decided your classroom was in good enough shape. The floor had been swept, the desk cleaned off. You grabbed your keys off your desk and locked the room behind you as you left. 

You walked towards the staff room hearing the chatter of your colleagues grow louder as you got closer. You walked into the room and there sat at the table was Larissa, Marilyn and Vlad. You gave them all a small smile and walked over to one of the cupboards that was above the coffee machine. 

You looked up into the cupboard looking for your mug and you found it on a shelf you could not reach. Not wanting to pull anyone away from their conversation, you stood on the tips of your toes trying to reach your mug on the top shelf wondering who put it there in the first place. 

You felt a presence behind you as you saw a pale hand reach for your mug and gently hand it to you, her hand brushing yours. “Thank you Larissa.” 

“It’s not a problem, you could have asked for help earlier.” She smiled at you as she reached for the coffee pot. 

“I don’t know who put it up there.” You laughed slightly, your face flushing just slightly. She offered to pour your coffee for you and you gladly accepted. She took the mug from your hands and poured the rest of what was left in the pot into your mug. 

She handed it back to you and set it on the counter and walked over to the fridge and pulled out the creamer. 

“Hey, guys I'm finishing off the creamer, I'll go out on Saturday and get some more.” You looked at the group sitting at the table. 

You poured the last of the coffee creamer into your mug and threw the container away.  You started another pot of coffee and went to sit down at the table with the other three people in the room. 

“You seem awfully energetic today.” Vlad said as you sat down at the table with a wide smile on your face. You glanced up at the coach and shook your head bashfully. 

“It’s the coffee I guess.” You laughed lightly in response while taking a sip of your coffee. 

8:00 am

You sat at your desk as students filled in for the hour. The bell rang through the classroom and you stood from your desk and addressed the students. 

“Okay class, take out your books and we’ll continue our reading from yesterday, after you all are finished we can have a class discussion about it.” You said giving them a smile and sitting back at your desk to finish grading papers. 

For a lot of your classes it was just the students doing independent work or catching up on things they missed or had not turned in yet. Lunch came and went and then classes resumed. 

4:07 pm

Finally the end of your day. You stood from your desk for the final time that day stretching out your stiff limbs. You closed your computer and packed up your things, running over everything to make sure you wouldn’t have to come back later. 

You slung your cardigan over your arms as you locked up your classroom. You yawned and made your way back to your quarters. Once inside you put everything in its rightful place. You walked over to your wardrobe and pulled out some thin gray sweats and a black tank along with a hoodie you had stolen from your dad a while back. 

You made your way over to the small kitchenette all the teachers had in their room. Of course you could use the big kitchen but this one was just more convenient. You grabbed out a pan from one of the bottom cabinets and filled it with water and waited for it to start boiling. Pasta again tonight. 

10:48 pm

You sat on your bed with a book in your hands, you turned the last page and let out a sigh. That's the third book you’ve finished this week and it was only Tuesday. You closed the book and set it on your night stand. You pulled the comforter over you. You were determined to get at least a good three hours of sleep tonight. 

12:58 am

You had been tossing and turning for hours, or that's what it seemed to be. You sat up, maybe some tea would help. You slipped on your shoes and made your way down to the teachers lounge. You had put your mug in place that you could actually reach this time. 

You pulled your mug out of the cupboard along with the tea and found the kettle to put some water on. You sat at the table in the lounge just scrolling away on your phone before you knew it, it was already 1 am. 

1:30 am

You were sipping on your tea and scrolling through your phone. You hadn’t seen her come in, you hadn't even heard the door open. You only noticed her presence when she had spoken. 

“(Y/N), what are you doing up so late?” Larissa was leaning on the door frame, her hair was down. It was a lot longer than you thought it would be. You shyly smiled at her. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” You replied slightly holding up to show her your mug of tea. She smiled back at you and walked over towards you, sitting across from you. 

“Care to tell me why you couldn’t sleep?” Larissa asked you her blue eyes looking deeply into yours. 

“This might sound kind of silly,” You stopped mid sentence embarrassed. You looked at her as she nodded for you to keep going. “I couldn’t sleep because I was having nightmares.” You let out a pitiful laugh and looked back down to the mug in your hands. 

“No, it’s not silly at all,” Larissa gave you some positive reassurance. “Maybe we could go for a walk, just until you get tired.” 

You nodded and pocketed your phone. The two of you stood from the table in the staff room and walked out, your mug forgotten on the table. 

2:10 am

You and Larissa found yourself sitting in her office on the couch in front of the fireplace. Your head was resting on her shoulder and you just listened to her talk, you weren’ t even sure what she was talking about anymore all you knew was that you were tired. 

“(Y/N), do you want to rest your head on my lap?” 

“Hm?” You looked up at her in a haze of sleep. She let out a small laugh and placed a kiss on your forehead. 

You put your head back on her shoulder and she rested her head on your own, her own hand slipping into yours. 

6:10 am 

You woke up on the couch of Larissa’s office. Your face flushed when the memories from the night before came flooding back into your memory. 

“Oh good, you’re awake. Here I made you some tea.” She hands you a mug and you take it from her. 

“Thank you Larissa, that was the best I've slept in a while.” You smiled up at her as she sat down next to you. 

“The next time you have trouble sleeping, you’re more than welcome to come find me.” 

You nodded letting out a hum letting her know you understood the offer as you set your mug down on the floor. 

You both looked at each other for a moment before you pressed your lips to hers, your hands finding their way to her cheeks. It took a second but Larissa kissed back. 

“Oh my god I- I shouldn’t have-” 

“(Y/N) it’s okay,” Larissa flushed just slightly. “I’ve wanted to do that for a while actually.” 

You let out a small laugh as you took her hands in yours. You were never happier that you had been caught last night.

[caffeinatedvigilantewriter]

MENTIONS OF ARSON

Idk if arson counts as a trigger warning but just to be on the safe side TRIGGER WARNING

GIW and Fentons are now widely respected, and the ecto acts are in place.

But what’s done is done. The ex Fenton children were not going to stay in Amity. They strike a deal with CW and he transports them to Gotham, hundreds of years back. Vlad becomes their guardian.

Danny 15 and Jazz 17 get adopted by Vlad. Them, along with Dani 13 and Jor(Dan) 19 (who Vlad claimed as bio kids) moved to Gotham. This was back when Gotham wasn’t as violent or cursed or crime ridden

They changed their last name to Wayne.

They live their lives in relative peace for about three years when the Fentons created a time portal if you can create a portal to the afterlife, I think a time travel portal is easy and burned the manor to the ground in green fire (ecto fire)

Danny, Dani and Jordan die. Vlad and Jazz survive and lives a long life. They rebuild the manor, Jazz has a son named Nathaniel Wayne and passes away.

Vlad and Jazz passed peacefully. Their spirits moved on.

The same can’t be said about the Phantom Trio.

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Duke moved into the manor and became Signal. Everything was fine until he got his powers and started seeing the ghost kids.

Duke is not going to mention being a meta, he place in the family isn’t secure, so he just doesn’t mention the ghost kids.

They weren’t dangerous, just had a penchant for trouble and Duke seemed to be their new favorite person. And the help out whenever they can. And their dad an and older sister visit often and help Duke whenever they can.

It took them a while to trust him, but they got around

By the time he confident within the family, he forgot to mention the ghost kids.

There are a couple ways this can go

- The Dead kids made Duke liminal with ecto exposure. Everyone thinks he’s been possessed by a ghost and lock him up in the cave. Meanwhile, the Dannie’s wreck the house in subtle ways. Partially opening the blinds to disturb their sleep, moving furniture, etc.

Meanwhile the bats call the Drs. Fentons, experts on ghosts

- the bats find an old locked boxes with a belonging that belonged to the ghosts. This was when Duke was out on day patrol. The entire house can now see the ghosts, but Duke decides it would be funny to mess with them and pretend he doesn’t see the ghosts

- same as above but on Jason and Damian can see the Bats and Dick doesn’t pretend he can’t see them

- same as above above but they only find the things of one one ghost, so they can only see that ghost.

- Jack and Maddie Fenton, both respected scientists, contact the Wayne’s to do a ghost check scone the manor is so old. They find that Duke is a liminal and take him

- the Dannie’s are limited to the manor and its patron, and since Duke can see them, they go out on patrol with him

- the JLD visit the cave and manor and instantly tell something is wrong, so they put the manor on lockdown.

Any more ideas or thoughts? I’m not well versed on the Wayne Family lore, so this is probably not very canon (but it’s a crossover, so who cares) but I would love to learn more :))