#and that same pain hitting you all at once increasing forever in magnitude. it’s hell. it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. it’s torture.

[stealingyourbones]

Danny panics as the man whose soul he just snapped the main fragments together is lying unconscious on the dirty alley ground.

Shit. Shit. Why the fuck did he do that?

It was impulsive and instinctual, everything in his core screamed at him to help this man.

His soul is still shattered, looking at him now it’s like seeing a man in the process of being treated by EMTs after getting hit by a car at 60mph.

Hundreds of tiny shards of fragmented soul still carefully swirl around the newly healed pieces like a malformed planet and its many warped moons.

Danny can see the shards gravitate closer together. Good. He managed to stabilize the core and its now going to start the long arduous process of healing itself. With the amount of damage that was done, he can’t even imagine the pain that he was already in much less the pain he will feel as the shards stitch themselves back together.

Movement shocks him out of his thoughts.

The man is starting to wake.

Shit. He needs to get out of here but he can’t just leave this man be.

Danny grabs a piece of cardboard out of the recycling bin that he thankfully didn’t throw up in. With shaking hands he snatched one of the barely concealed knives from the man he knocked unconscious because of his stupid stupid actions, and scratched “if you need answers” and his phone number into the mildly stained cardboard.

Danny placed the note on top of the guy and bolted, turning into the nearest alley and vanished, flying back to his apartment as fast as possible.

All he wanted to do was life a (semi) normal life here. Guess that all changes now.

Jason startles as a stranger on the streets of Gotham takes one look at him, looks at him in absolute horror, and then runs to the closest dumpster and vomits into it.

Jason is mildly offended. He doesn’t look that bad does he? — Danny glances back to look at the undead staring at him on the sidewalk and nearly vomits again. His soul is shattered. It’s like looking at a human after being hit by a car at 60mph who’s acting like they’re perfectly fine as they walk towards you. — Jason approaches the stranger, one hand hovering over the shoulder of the guy and asks; “Hey man what’s your problem? What's the deal w-”

The once retching passerby moves imperceptibly quick. His hands go through Jason’s chest and before he can even react he feels something snap back into place.

Jason can barely remember screaming as he near instantly blacks out from the pain.

[ratsnessst]

(#danny mends jason's shattered soul and shit goes down.#bones writes#and the thick plotens#can you imagine how fucking painful it would be for each tiny piece of your soul to mend back together?#and how much more coherent and clear everything would be?#consider: Jason running to Tim or Dick thinking he got poisoned but whenever a part of his soul clicks into place#his eyes glow a bright toxic green. not Lazarus green. it’s less murky and muddy colored. it’s purer almost#the first few nights are rough. his brother watches as he screams and howls in pain as his soul hungrily fits itself back together.#each piece clicking into place feeling both like a chronic pain you’ve felt for years is finally gone#and that same pain hitting you all at once increasing forever in magnitude. it’s hell. it’s the best thing he’s ever felt. it’s torture.#it’s like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he can finally breathe. it’s pure agony.#he’s​ never felt better but the process couldn’t hurt worse#what happens when his soul fully mends? he did die previously so does that unlock any abilities? that’s for y’all to write ;)#bones writes in the tags)

Jason startles as a stranger on the streets of Gotham takes one look at him, looks at him in absolute horror, and then runs to the closest dumpster and vomits into it.

Jason is mildly offended. He doesn’t look that bad does he? — Danny glances back to look at the undead staring at him on the sidewalk and nearly vomits again. His soul is shattered. It’s like looking at a human after being hit by a car at 60mph who’s acting like they’re perfectly fine as they walk towards you. — Jason approaches the stranger, one hand hovering over the shoulder of the guy and asks; “Hey man what’s your problem? What's the deal w-”

The once retching passerby moves imperceptibly quick. His hands go through Jason’s chest and before he can even react he feels something snap back into place.

Jason can barely remember screaming as he near instantly blacks out from the pain.