#blue's writing

[true-blue-sonic]

Wavelength

Summary: Sonic just wants to go on a date. Too bad Silver isn't so adept at picking up on hints and flirting.

Words: ~1500

(Thanks to @siggiedraws for the idea! ^-^)

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“I was just wondering: what’s your opinion on tomatoes?”

Calmly Sonic pads over twisting roads and past lush greenery, on the outskirts of some city he’d happened to crash into a good friend in. A hectic morning of adventuring had given way to a lazier afternoon of cuddling Chao in hidden gardens and holding fruit-eating competitions while exploring with no care in the world, but that latter half of the day had given Sonic ample time to think about how to spend the evening. A sudden desire had given way to more extensive plotting, beginning with this question: an innocent question in itself, but beyond it the Blue Blur’s got plans. Big plans, fun plans, exciting plans; plans that Sonic aims will give rise to a fun hanging-out with something more.

Specifically, a fun hanging-out with something more with Silver, who’s finally in this era again after weeks of Sonic not seeing him and who rubs his chin most pensively at the question.

“Tomatoes,” the psychic muses, beholding the sky with a deep frown underlining his pondering. Funny how for some things Silver has his opinion ready before he even knows what’s being asked, while for others, for smaller things like his opinion on tomatoes, his thoughts take far longer to form. It’s mesmerising to look at, Sonic smiles to himself as golden eyes flick over to him again. “They’re nice, and apparently they’re very healthy to eat. I like the sweet ones.”

Bingo, Sonic grins. Hook, line, and sinker; his plans for a hanging-out, or rather a date, are setting themselves up masterfully. And thus the speedster leans in most suavely, one arm wrapping around Silver’s shoulders with a casual looseness as if it’s found itself there by sheer accident. “That’s great to hear. You got any plans for the evening?”

“No, nothing. You?”

“Well, I’m getting hungry,” the speedster presents as if it still was that mere sudden desire and not the extensive plotting he’s been busying himself with for the better part of an hour or so. “So I was thinking… You, me, Spagonia, and the finest cuisine it has to offer. Sounds like fun?”

Silver’s ears twitch curiously. “It’s been a while since I’ve been to Spagonia.”

“Indeed, and that was for the Grand Prix. We didn’t go out for dinner,” Sonic continues with the casual-but-suave-and-flirty development of his ploy… before blinking at a little laugh.

“Dinner?” Silver repeats, lips tugging up. “Yeah, of course not! We were busy with racing.”

Stifling a snort in turn Sonic nods. “But we’re not anymore. And it’s not as if Dodon Pa fed us any of the tasty things you can get in the art capital of the world. Food is also an art, after all. And art exists to be shared, don’t you think?”

“You know that better than I do,” the more callous response comes. “I wouldn’t know where to go get food that’s art at the same time. Or that that is a thing, apparently.”

With his grin carefully contained as to not make Silver suspicious the speedster makes a grand gesture with his free hand. “Not to worry! I know the perfect place to get a full meal, plus dessert on top. And with sweet tomatoes: lots of them, if you like them so much.”

“Oh,” Silver hums.

And promptly teasing sparks of cyan make the speedster’s nose flick.

“Hey!” Sonic protests, hand shooting up to grab his poor abused schnoz as he stares at Silver. “What’s that for?”

Silver grins back at him, a glowing finger prodding at Sonic’s nose anew.  “Sonic, listen,” the psychic chuckles… and, where Sonic had been elaborately leaning to the side to escape the sneeze-inducing sensation, Silver’s next words make him crash into a full halt immediately. “I appreciate that you’re worried about what I’m eating, but I’m fine. I’m eating lots of healthy stuff these days,” his friend smiles, warmly and with zero hints he understands just why Sonic’s asking things in the way he is.

Sonic can’t help but blink owlishly in turn.

“Er,” he hums back. The suave grin has long faltered; instead he just stares while scrambling to find something, anything to say. That becomes a: “Uh, yes. That’s good to hear! That you’re eating more healthy. Eating healthy is very important,” and a clearing of his throat to prepare for a new attempt, as his hand laying on Silver's shoulder gives it a gentle squeeze to grab his attention anew. “But-”

“But that means that you don’t need to fret over me,” Silver didactically interrupts. “I don’t want that.”

“I’m not fretting,” Sonic protests, instinctively rubbing his nose at the gentle cool nuzzling him more affectionately now. This is not what he was planning; this has nothing to do anymore with setting up a date! “I’d just, you know… want to go eat together, because that’s always a good time,” he adds, course-correcting as best he can-

Except his hand gets grabbed ever so gently with those psychic sparks, and tugged over to splay against a soft-furred grey stomach.

“That’s true. I like hanging out with you as well.” Carefully Silver lays his own hand over Sonic’s pressing against him, the touch light yet burning through Sonic’s glove with its warmth still. “But you don’t need to be worried about how I’m doing, because I’m okay. Everyone is, because you’re always taking good care of us all, and that includes me. You know that, right?”

“Well… Well, yes, of course! You deserve it, Silver,” Sonic manages to bring out far more awkwardly. Any hint of suaveness has long left him… and he can’t even tell if Silver can tell just what he’s doing to the speedster, grabbing him like that and daring to snort in amusement on top.

“And you also always know where the nice spots to eat are, so I’m happy to come along.”

Standing frozen is so not the right move here; Sonic knows it, the realisation only intensifying at expectant golden eyes looking into his own, and yet it takes multiple seconds more for the gears in his mind to have ground up a decent response this time. “Ah! Then we can go right now, if you want. It’s still a ways to Spagonia, so we gotta hurry if we want to make it in time,” the speedster offers, clearing his throat before pushing his grin back onto his face and pressing his fingers deep into that downy fur. Things already took a nose-dive away from the smoothness he'd been aiming for, so he might as well make Silver laugh. “I can feel just how hungry you are. So empty in here.”

“We had a whole competition to eat Chao fruits,” the dry response of a hedgehog whose sense of humour is far less easily activated than Sonic's gets deadpanned back at him. But that softness that makes Silver’s eyes glow like liquid sunshine shimmers in them still, fingers trailing over Sonic’s before clasping them ever so gently. “But I’d love to,” the hedgehog adds in a murmur; and Sonic’s hand lays in his for just a few seconds more, that go by far too quickly before it’s let go and Sonic’s other hand falls from Silver’s shoulder as he takes to the skies. “Lead the way,” the psychic concludes, laughing at Sonic’s prompt salute before the speedster blasts off.

Amidst blasting off Sonic has to grimace and chuckle alike at the clear heat on his cheeks, his nose getting a final rub to make the tingles on it dissipate. So he needs to rework his hints and clues a lot, the speedster muses in the supersonic silence between them. Or drop them outright and be more up-front with Silver, and just grab him by the shoulders and tell him he wants to go get dinner together for a date. That might be more successful than asking Silver’s stance on tomatoes, and however that made everything spun out of control there.

“Wait. Are we on a date?” Silver asks hours later, when Sonic’s trying his hardest to come up with reasons why Silver should just take the bite of strawberry cake off the speedster’s fork without outright calling it that, and the psychic is very offended when Sonic just breaks out into cackles that he takes whole minutes to recover from. Something about how asking one’s opinions on tomatoes could not possibly be interpreted as a halfway-decent pick-up line, and neither can describing food as art. But the next time if he says either Silver will totally know what he means, Sonic brings up in his defense, and his victory has been claimed when the psychic can’t really argue his way out of that.

“This was a nice date,” Silver murmurs at its end, Sonic chuckling as his tomato-gorged friend flops against him with a huge yawn, and the speedster contently settles in for the night as well with the knowledge that, sudden detours and unexpected revelations aside, his big, fun, exciting plans have been a huge success.

[trevination]

oh, charlie... by trevination

chapter 1 out of 5

"That ain't all to it," Micah griped, but Charlie had just been happy to hear him say more than a single sentence. "It's— ya gotta earn it. Usually, it comes about when ya get jumped. Ya get beat on, walk away with some nasty bruises, and you've earned the greaser title fair and square." At Charlie's shocked look — he could just feel it on his own face — Micah chuckled. "Hey man, it's just the way of life 'round here. Bound to happen to kids eventually," Micah had been right. He really never had a chance.

April, 1968. It was only a matter of time before Charlie was forced to earn his grease, right?

aka the oc fic ive been teasing forever :) feat a few canon characters. the plot (angst) thickens

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Human radiator

Fandom: Elena of Avalor

Characters: Gabriel Nuñez, Naomi Turner, Elena Castillo Flores, Mateo de Alva

Relationships: all four of them being best friends

Prompt: @flufftober - day 17 Only One Bed (kinda)

Word count: 427

Other: Fluff, Oneshot, Cuddling, Implied camping trip or something, platonic bed sharing, post canon, no context, Gabe's POV mostly because is anybody really surprised at this point

"Alright, so it looks..." Gabe brushed off his hands and paused.

"... actually not bad," Elena supplemented him with the right words.

"Yeah." He nodded, assessing their makeshift shelter with a judgmental gaze.

"So we're finally done? Oh thank goodness." Naomi dramatically threw away a stick and not wasting a minute, crawled under the canopy of branches and vines.

Mateo didn't seem completely convinced of the stability of the old stone wall their lean-to was based on, but an impatient "Well! Aren't you coming?!" from Naomi seemed to be enough to lure him inside.

Gabe looked over to Elena.

"I can take the first watch."

"No way!" Her answer synchronised with Naomi's cry.

"Nuh uh mister "not taking a coat to Maarsvik" you're staying in here with the rest of us!"

Elena nodded sagely and ushered him to go before her.

"Don't worry, we're alone here anyway. And I doubt there's anything out here to get us except for maybe mosquitoes?"

"And I call dibs on using you as a pillow," Naomi added as he squeezed into the tight space they got to call home for the night.

"Alright, alright," Gabe chuckled, making himself comfortable on the dry leaves and moss mattress. They all huddled together into one big bundle of arms and legs and chests, seeking warmth and any semblance of comfort on the five square metres that they got to share. Finally a shared relaxed sigh filled their little abode. That's when Gabe decided to add:

"By the way, I snore."

The silence lost its bliss. It has gained however, a whole lot of weight from the silent threats cast at him by everyone's glares. Gabe couldn't see them of course, but he could feel it well in his heart that they were there.

"Not if I smother you in your sleep you won't," Mateo mumbled half asleep.

Gabe chuckled and the atmosphere went back to being cozy.

"Very funny, Mateo." He rolled his eyes even if he knew they wouldn't see it. "Cause it was a joke, right? Guys...?"

The only answer he got was even and quiet breathing all around him and suddenly he started wondering if maybe standing a watch alone outside wouldn't be that bad.

But then he thought about the dark and cold and wind waiting behind the thin walls of their little hut and felt the warmth and comfort coming from his friends even strongly. His eyelids began to drop and he decided that maybe getting murdered in his sleep is something... he can worry about... in the morning...

Author's note:

You do not realise how badly I wanted to call Gabe a human radiator in the fic itself but. I imagine radiators are not a thing in the EverRealm T_T However I firmly believe that Gabe would make for a fantastic pillow and my goal was to not make it creepy or horny by accident in the fic. It's just an objective and platonic truth ✊

[navysealt4t]

ur welcome to rb <33

[continentalblue]

Wait you have new ocs? Tell me more

NOOO OO O O O I DIDN'T REALIZE THE POST SAID "OC" CHARACTERS"

i was talking about olivia and olly from paper mario: the origami king HOWEVER i am this close too actually adding a brother-sister duo to honeybear

[inspiringraisin]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hi-Fi RUSH (Video Game), Bayonetta (Video Games) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Chai & Korsica (Hi-Fi RUSH), 808 & Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH), Rodin & Viola (Bayonetta), Chai (HI-FI RUSH) & Viola (Bayonetta), add another new relationship tag i made god bless Characters: Chai (Hi-Fi RUSH), Viola (Bayonetta), Rodin (Bayonetta), Korsica (Hi-Fi RUSH), 808 (Hi-Fi RUSH), peppermint and mac are in here too but not very much, and cnmn Additional Tags: Crossover, first time reall doing a crossover fic for some ~self indulgence~, that isn't the warriors/sonic fic i wrote when i was 12 lost to time, iykyk, Rated T for language, spoilers for Hi-Fi Rush and Bayonetta 3 Summary:

After Kale Vandelay's defeat at the hands of a twenty-something with a teleporting cat, Chai decides his next course of action in his tumultuous life is not to fight his way back up to the top of Vandelay and become its next CEO. No, it's arguably the next hardest thing: school.

Armed with his new defect, a brick shithouse of a smartphone, and a modicum of musical knowledge, he fulfills his dream of living his university life and being a rock star while beating up a baddie or three.

And somehow, even through all that, he wasn't the only one.

[semiferalstreetcoyote]

there’s something that’s incredible about the intersectionality and flexibility of werewolves as metaphor.

anger issues? werewolf. intrusive thoughts? werewolf. unresolved trauma? werewolf. rejection by society? werewolf. autism? werewolf. transgenderism? werewolf. queer expression of any sort? werewolf. plurality? werewolf. dissociation? werewolf. repression of any sort? werewolf. abuse cycles? werewolf. emotion so strong it physically changes you? werewolf!!!

really doing it all

[burntblueberrywaffles]

[I.D. an edited pyramid graph of maslow's hierarchy of needs where large text covering every section of basic, psychological and self-fulfillment needs read "people online telling me they like the thing i made". end I.D.] (image description by @lemondoddle )

[mikgreo]

☆ twt nsfw links. ☆

『starring 』：blue lock, tokyo rev, and jjk men!! 🗯️

a/n: i loooveee these fine men . i could just eat them

mommys good boy, always melting at your touch<3.

he’s your own little princess seat ♡.

he’s such a good boy, mommy’s lil slut<3

he loves how you use him for your pleasure!!

naughty boys deserve punishments..

CHOSO, yuji itadori, bachira meguru, ALEXIS NESS, KAZUTORA HANEMIYA, takemichi hanagaki, shinichiro sano, CHIFUYU MATSUNO, (your fav)

using his big fingers to get into those nice places<3

he loves overstimulating u!!! so mean:(

he’s so big.

he’s so big pt.2

hes HUGE

size kink..

TOJI FUSHIGURO, sukuna ryomen, KUNIGAMI RENSUKE, shidou ryusei, oliver aiku, DRAKEN RYUGUJI, taiju shiba, rindou haitani, HANMA SHUJI, (your fav)

fucking you like the brat you are

you love how rough he is<3

he loves facefucking his fav doll.

your punishment for being such a slut

teasing his cute girl💔

geto suguru, gojo satoru, YUTA OKKOTSU, isagi yoichi, CHIGIRI HYOMA, michael kaiser, MIKEY SANO, ran haitani, kokonoi hajime, SANZU HARUCHIYO, (your fav)

your punishment for being such a spoiled brat

he thinks you’ve been a bad girl.

making you beg for it

loves fucking you dumb

something he would do to make fun of you

Nanami kento, Higuruma hiromi, SUKUNA RYOMEN, GOJO SATORU, TOJI FUSHIGURO, SAE ITOSHI, shidou ryusei, karasu tabito, (your fav)

he loves your soaky cunt<3

his fav postion!!

making his pretty princess do all the work:(

he pays such close attention to your holes<3

letting him use your mouth

megumi fushiguro, INO TAKUMA, inumaki toge, Rin itoshi, REO MIKAGE, Barou Shoei, Inui seishu, chifuyu matsuno, KAKUCHO HITTO, (your fav)

he fucks you so good

he’s so sweet to you and ur cunt<3

he luvs toying with you.

he lives to pleasure you and only u!!

what was supposed to be a tutoring sesh..

yuta okkotsu, kashimo hajime, KOKICHI MUTA, higuruma hiromi, NAGI SEISHIRO, otoya eita, YUKIMIYA KENYU, reo mikage, MITSUYA TAKASHI, izana kurokawa, HAKKAI SHIBA, (your fav)

:3

[bluelockmaniac]

thinking about how your husband changes drastically when he’s had just a little too much to drink. his faint, whiny hiccups would escape his quivering lips, filling your ears with his intoxication as he leans against you. he reaches out to play with your hair, gently tugging at the strands and trailing undirected kisses along them as you bite your lip to suppress your giggles. he then brings his unsteady hands to your face, squishing your cheeks before pulling you closer, looking at you with glossy eyes—small hearts seemingly etched into his pupils.

"i wish y-you hic were mineee...."

"pftt—" you burst into a fit of laughter at his uncharacteristic neediness—you’ve always enjoyed it when he'd get drunk. after all, they say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. so, although he loves you an awful lot, he would never admit, while whining, how much he actually wants you. 

"i am yours though, sweetheart," you reassure him softly.

“oh, really? you are?” he raises his brows questionably, “well, that's good... i couldn't bear the thought of some other loser having you all to himself."

unbeknownst to him, however, is that you had recorded him during his moment of vulnerability. he was absolutely embarrassed and ashamed of himself when he had sobered up.

—

"y/n. delete that."

itoshi rin, kaiser, MIKAGE REO, barou, XIAO, kaveh, alhaitham, wriothesley, neuvillette, CHILDE, geto, megumi, BLADE, dan heng, dr ratio, aventurine, scaramouche

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[true-blue-sonic]

🌹!

“I’ll take them out for you,” Silver offered. “Stand still.”

“I thought you thought I can’t do that-” Sonic begun saying…

Though it fell quiet most abruptly as Silver huffed and moved his fingers right between Sonic’s quills.

With a shrug at the complete disappearance of quips and chatter in front of him Silver set off. Carefully he plucked each daisy and clover and dandelion seed from amidst Sonic’s quills, floating them back to the ground with his powers. “They’re stuck very deep,” he filled the silence as his fingers pried even further, a lick of psychokinesis needed to tug out the farthest stems. He could have sworn Sonic flinched at that… “Sorry,” the psychic added, one hand moving down to gently trail over Sonic’s shoulder and stop him from fussing. “My powers can feel cold, I know. But they’re not harmful.”

If possible, Sonic had become only more fussy the moment Silver’s fingers pressed into his shoulder, Silver concluded. “Uh… Yes! Yes, no, I know that,” was the approximate response from in front of him, that made Silver raise an eyebrow.

“You don’t stand like you do.”

“You’ve grabbed me with them before, and nothing happened then. So I know,” the – honestly almost quiet? – response came, Sonic’s ears twitching. There was a flower behind one of those as well, Silver saw, moving his hand up to try and pluck this one out too… Though…

“Stop twitching your ear,” he huffed. “I can’t grab the flower like this.”

“It tickles,” Sonic snorted, and Silver could have sworn his ear began twitching even more. Left, right, forward, backwards, turning in little circles…

Probably teasing, Silver concluded. Well, two could play that game: a quick flick of a glowing cyan finger was enough to freeze the ear mid-twitch, and also to keep it upright as said finger dove right behind it to scratch it even more.

It elicited a laugh so bright it honestly caught Silver by surprise for a moment.

“Silver!” got protested, the speedster squirming with chuckles galore. “That’s worse!!”

“There we go,” Silver concluded as his fingers curled around the flower’s stem, tugging it out fully. “Your quills are clean again.”

“Don’t just freeze my ears like that!” the speedster protested, though as he turned around a dazzling little smile shone on his face, but…

“Your cheeks are all red,” Silver pointed out as his eyes laid on Sonic’s muzzle.

Slowly Sonic rubbed over one. “Heh… Are they?”

“You don’t have a fever, do you? We can’t use that now.”

“No, no, I don’t think so.”

“Then what’s making them be red?”

Sonic cleared his throat, quite extensively. “Was it the laughter,” Silver guessed in the meantime, rubbing his chin. Surely people could be laughing so much their whole face flushed? Even if Sonic had not been laughing that hard; but he had been squirming. Probably that, then.

[trevination]

a little snippet from a wip :3

The only thought in his mind in this cold, midnight-dark standstill was Jesus, this is awkward. "Hey," Pony muttered into the tense air between them, heart pounding so loud the crickets could probably hear it. In an instant, Darry's face fell back into its stone-cold, hard frame. Pony couldn't help but feel like he shot himself in his own damn foot. Everything in his gut told him to just split, to take off and run away and find some damn payphone to call his social worker. Nausea churned in his gut, like a stormy sea, and for some reason, he felt more awful at making Darry angry than having Dar angry at him. He didn't enjoy pushing Darry's buttons, honest! Pony could just never seem to do right by him. He certainly didn't tonight. It was like he was cursed — destined to watch these futures and these new lives pass him by with no way of stepping into them.

[blueflyingturtleontheway]

Trick or treat, Narnia, Pevensie sibling + "You did so good. Don't worry,you-you did so good'

Peter dropped his sword and stumbled backwards. His knees trembled, struggling to keep him up and when Susan jumped down from the tree and threw herself at his neck, they both fell to the ground. Only then did the reality of the whole situation hit him and he felt his breath leaving his body.

"Susan..." he choked out her name.

His vision went blurry and the event of the past minutes swirled in a nauseating whirlpool before his eyes. Lucy, paler than paper, running for her life. Susan, pursued by the bear-sized wolf and hanging on the tree mere centimetres from his jaws. Their fight, the fangs, the claws, the weight of the dead body on his chest. The blood.

He squeezed his eyes shut and let the tears roll down his cheeks.

This whole time Susan has been whispering a litany of "thank you"s where her face was pressed against his arm.

"I was... so scared," he finally managed through clenched teeth.

"Me too," Susan whispered back and he heard her voice break.

He grasped the fabric of her dress on her back even tighter.

"I thought I was going to lose you. I- I had no idea if I can save you."

She finally pushed away and looked into his tear stained face with her own eyes, red from the same tears.

"But you did." A smile was fighting on her face with the still present terror. "You saved me and- and you did so good. Don't worry you- you did so good. You're a hero, Pete."

She grabbed his hands and shook them slightly. And when she held them, slowly, they stopped shaking.

Happy halloween! I hope it's fine that I didn't include all four of them and thank you for the request!

[navysealt4t]

26 and 29 for the august drabble prompts? :]

i only used one of the prompts ("ruined mascara") for this lil fic, i hope that's okay anon :]

here's a little fic full of 4 AM transgender feelings <3 hope y'all enjoy some transgender chip and jay <3

[industrations]

I recently re-read Beneath a Big Blue Sky by @eyra and this fic just brings me so much joy that i had to draw a little something for it.

If you haven’t read it go do so and leave a nice comment <3

[zhelin-thames]

A Ghostly Text Mishap

Danny flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, glaring at the screen. Another long day of dealing with Vlad's manipulative nonsense had left him frustrated beyond belief. He opened his messages, found the contact labeled Trucker, and began furiously typing.

Danny: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time. The absolute NERVE of this guy. You’d think being half-dead would make someone LESS petty, but nooo, this man’s ego is bigger than the Ghost Zone.

Danny: He tried to "buy" my parents' company AGAIN. He offered to “help” with ghost containment tech but really just wants to snoop around for weaknesses in the portal.

Danny: AND he had the audacity to call me “Little Badger” like it’s a term of endearment. I swear, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I might go full ghost and dropkick him into the Fenton Thermos.

Satisfied with his venting, Danny tossed his phone onto the bed and buried his face in his pillow. Unbeknownst to him, he had made one critical mistake.

Jason Todd, aka Red Hood, was sitting in his safe house, polishing his guns when his phone buzzed. He glanced at the screen.

Unknown Number: You will NOT believe what Plasmius did this time…

Jason raised an eyebrow. “What the hell is this?” he muttered, scrolling through the tirade. By the time he got to “Little Badger”, he was smirking.

He typed back:

Jason: Kid, I think you’ve got the wrong number. Unless this “Plasmius” guy is a Gotham villain I’ve somehow missed.

Danny’s phone buzzed, and he rolled over to check it. His heart dropped when he saw the reply.

Danny: Oh no. This isn’t Trucker, is it?

Jason: Nope. But you’ve got my attention. Who’s Plasmius, and why does he sound like the type of guy I’d shoot on principle?

Danny hesitated, then decided to just roll with it.

Danny: Short version: he’s a half-ghost fruitloop billionaire who’s obsessed with ruining my life, becoming my creepy stepdad, and taking over the world. Think Lex Luthor but undead and ickier.

Jason burst out laughing, earning a curious glance from Roy Harper, who had just walked in.

“Who’s got you laughing like that?” Roy asked, setting down a bag of takeout.

“Some kid who texted me by mistake,” Jason replied, showing him the messages.

Roy skimmed them and snickered. “Plasmius? Sounds like a knockoff vampire villain.”

Jason’s fingers flew over the keyboard.

Jason: Okay, kid, you’ve officially got my interest. I don’t know who you are, but if this Plasmius guy’s half as bad as you say, I’ve got some creative ways to deal with him. You in Gotham?

Danny stared at the message, blinking. Who even was this guy? But... he did sound like he knew how to handle problems.

Danny: Uh, no. I’m from Amity Park. It’s kind of a supernatural hotspot, so I’ve got it covered. But thanks for the offer, I guess?

Jason smirked.

Jason: Supernatural hotspot? Kid, you’re talking to someone who’s been resurrected. Ghosts don’t scare me.

Danny froze. Resurrected? Oh no. This guy might actually know about the supernatural.

Danny: ...Wait, who ARE you?

Jason: Name’s Jason. Most people call me Red Hood. Ever heard of me?

Danny blinked, then groaned. “Of course. I text a vigilante. Just my luck.”

Danny: ...Yeah, I’ve heard of you. So, uh, thanks for not tracking this number and showing up at my house or something.

Jason: Yet.

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine.

Danny: That’s not funny, dude.

Jason: Relax, Little Badger. Your secret’s safe with me. For now. But hey, if you ever need help dealing with your undead billionaire problem, hit me up.

Danny sighed, shaking his head.

Danny: Sure. Thanks, I guess?

Jason leaned back, grinning as he saved the number under Ghost Kid.

“Roy, I think I just found the weirdest contact in my phone.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Roy replied, tossing Jason a burger.

“Not bad. Just… different.” Jason chuckled. “Plasmius, huh? Sounds like fun.”