Just a Bite.
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Danny stared out at the busy street from behind his dumpster.
or well, not his dumpster, but it might as well be his considering how many nights he's spent sitting behind it like some rabid raccoon.
Two months ago, he would have been sleeping in his own bed. His glow-in-the-dark stars vaguely lighting up his room in soft luminescent colors. The sound of Jazz snoring in her sleep just a room over, his parents still milling around in the basement.
he would have just finished fighting the box ghost and collapsed onto his bed, the sound of his home lulling him to sleep.
Oh, how things can change in a blink of an eye.
No, instead of sleeping on his bed with his cartoon ghost sheets and NASA poster covered room, he's out here in some random dirty city, sleeping behind dumpsters.
dirty, grimy, rusty dumpsters.
"did you hear?" some lady dressed in a light blue summer dress asked, turning to look at her friend as they started to walk past. "Mr. Wayne donated another lump sum to that charity." she huffed, shaking her head like she had just said the most ridiculous thing she'd ever heard.
her friend stopped in the middle of the alley opening, her graying hair splaying in an ark as she twisted to face the other women. "my word! again? what the hell is that man thinking?"
the woman huffed, then smirked in amusement. "it's like he's shouting for the world to hear how desperate he is for attention. he thinks if he donates enough money to those scoudrails they'll love him or something. With how he's acting lately, it's like he wants all the street rats to barge into his home asking for money, food, and clothes."
her friend clicked her tongue in disgust, "I'd believe it. he has so many kids now, it's like he's running an orphanage. someone, anyone really, with black hair and some tragic story could walk right in and not even be noticed. they'd blend right in with the others."
"I heard it's genetic, his father was the same way before he met Martha. Bruce's blood son, Damian I believe, acts just like his father. the boy's been spotted taking stray cats and dogs inside. It wouldn't surprise me if the paper posted about him convincing his father for another sibling at some point."
the women then turned and started to walk away, their conversation slowly bleeding into the surrounding city ruckus.
Danny leaned back, resting his head against the crumbling brick behind him.
walk right in and not be noticed? wouldn't that be grand. He had heard of Mr. wayne and his gaggle of black-haired children. What were their names again? he could have sworn Sam told him before, in one of her rants about rich society.
Richard Grayson was the first, Danny remembered because Tucker had been making none stop dick jokes for a few hours. Danny didn't understand why the man would willingly go by Dick, but then again, who was he to question someone's name when he fights ghosts like Skulker and Technis on a daily basis?
Next was... Jason? Sam had mentioned there was a whole conspiracy theory of how his death was a cover-up. how all the unsolved crime community swore it was Bruce who killed the kid, that or the kid had some terminal illness that Bruce didn't want the media to know about.
thennnnnn-
Danny glanced around, trying to dig through his memories of Sam's rant. Dick: the orphaned circus act taken in the night his parents died. he's romanie? maybe, Danny wasn't too sure on that one. Jason: taken off the streets, one of his parents was out of the picture and the other one died of a drug overdose.
and then there was..... Tim! Right, Tim, the one who was Mr. Wayne's neighbor before his mother died and his dad went into a coma, then died later on. right, right. he was the known tech genius, the one who took over the company while Mr. Wayne stepped back for a while.
there were others? like, four others? Damian, the lady said he was the blood son sooo, that would imply he was the only bio kid.
who else was there? hmmmm.
well, either way, Danny's tired brain agreed with the women. someone, anyone, who looked vaguely like the other kids could walk right into the house and no one would notice.
it was a bad idea. a terrible one really. but. Danny was hungry.
he's been sleeping behind dumpsters for a few weeks now, he hadn't had anything good to eat in forever, and he was tired. (not as exhausted as he was back home, but still tired. who would have guessed he'd sleep more while homeless?)
he wasn't going to steal from people, his core wouldn't allow him to. and well, he's pretty sure Dan would have stolen already, so there was no way Danny was going to. not unless his life was at risk, and well? it wasn't right now, so no stealing.
but this? walking right into a house and blatantly taking food? right in front of them?
it wouldn't be stealing if he just flat-out didn't try to hide it. they'd be able to stop him and send him away. heck, he doubted he'd even make it past the front gate before they turned him away.
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was he really going to do this?
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yes, yes he was.
standing up, Danny started making his way out of the alleyway and over to the tall building with Wayne's name on it. It was a good place to start, maybe he could even find one of the kids and walk with them. or, even better, he could find Mr. Wayne and walk with him. he liked that better than following some kid around.
suddenly, a car honked right next to him, the window rolling down to reveal a tired and disheveled man behind the wheel. glancing up, Danny made eye contact with the taxi driver.
the man yawned and gestured for him to get in, already speaking before Danny could decline. "Mr. Wayne! Your father," yawn, "Father already paid for me to take you home. just hop in."
Danny blinked then glanced around, looking to see if the Wayne the man was talking about was around. nope. turning back, Danny spotted a green sticky note on the back seat.
well, alright then. guess he was getting into the taxi and doing this after all. Clockwork obviously approved if he messed with the timing of things.
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Mammon cries when you come back from nightbringer, absolutely no one can change my mind
You have been missing for god knows how long, only finding out through solomon and the higher ups that you were stuck in the past. He put on a strong face but inside, he was absolutely terrified for your life.
He know what devildom was like when he fell, humans weren't the most popular around that time either so when he found out you had been transported there, he felt faint. It didnt help that solomon was the only one able to talk to you, it's not fair! Hes your first, he should be the one to protect you.
You cant imagine the relief and absolute shock he felt when he saw you standing in his doorway, alive and... well alive. He didnt waste any time before bringing you into his arms, clawing at your back as he basically just fell against you, tears welling in his eyes while he buried his face against your neck.
You were back, after god knows how long waiting for you, you are back in his arms. His mask just slips in that moment, letting out a cry as he feels your hands hold him back.
"....... Never do that again.... ya understand"
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Imagine that after fixing things, after a lot of effort, a lot, Belphie becomes very needy of contact with Mc, the skin to skin contact with Mc calms him, gives him security and gives him strength to move forward day by day, and for the human it became a sign of trust. So every time he needs it, Belphie looks for Mc and Mc stops what they are doing at that moment and extends their arms so that the demon can hug them at ease, changing the meaning of this act from a bad memory to a safe action. And this becomes a habit between the two of them.
Belphie: *looking for Mc*…
Mc: *loading up with materials for a project*
Belphie: *his face lights up* Mc…
Mc: Yes?
Belphie: Hug.
Mc: *opening their arms dropping the stuff on the floor while smiling* Come here.
Belphie: *clinging to the human*
At a party in the palace.
Mc: *talking to some noble demons*
Belphie: *without social battery* Mc…
Mc: Belphie?
Belphie: Hug…
Mc: *smiling as they open their arms obviating the demons*
Belphie: *hugging them tightly*
Mc: *hugging him back* You're going to have to excuse me.
Demon : *blushing* sure…
Belphie didn't let go of Mc the whole party.
Mc and Belphie sleeping in the attic.
Belphie: *having nightmares* Mmmm….
Mc: *waking up because of Belphie*
Belphie: *almost crying in his sleep* I'm sorry Mc…
Mc:… *wakes him gently* Belphie….
Belphie: *waking up* Hum?
Mc: *opening their arms* Hug.
Belphie: *opening his eyes and jumping in to hug them*
Belphie: Love you…
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I have the headcanon that Belphie and Mc went through a process of therapy, mourning and mutual understanding after what happened in lesson 16, but that finally they were able to fix things and establish a bond as strong as that of the other brothers, with a lot of effort and work, but they did it. I'm a bit sad that the game didn't touch that topic anymore :(, so there will always be the fanfics 💜
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