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Both Ways at Once Part 5
WC: 1766, Masterpost CW: discussions of death, vague mentions of child trafficking and rape
Danny leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He breathed in slowly through his nose, counting. He couldn’t let loose. They didn’t know. John said they didn’t know and Danny trusted John. Not with everything, he knew too much to trust John with everything, but he trusted John with this. The other wouldn’t have done this if he had known.
The gloved hand on his shoulder shifted, sliding to wrap around the back of Danny’s neck and give a little squeeze. It should have felt suffocating. It was grounding. Danny could already feel himself settling and responding to resonate back with Red Hood.
That was dangerous to have that resonance.
“Pomp,” John said. His shoes squeaked as he leaned forward. “Talk to me, Pomp, what did I miss?”
That right there was one of the reasons Danny trusted John, he would step up when he fucked up.
Danny sighed and opened his eyes. “He’s— he was a halfa, John.”
John paled. The color drained out of his face and left him a splotchy grey. His voice was strangled as he insisted, “Halfas are just a myth.”
“Rare, very rare, but not a myth. Think about it John. You said that the Red Hood from before was alive, but you know I’m right, the one here is a protector spirit. He died, John.”
“Red Hood is still alive, he has a heart beat,” Superman insisted.
“I’m still not talking to you,” Danny hissed, not taking his eyes off John. “Constantine. He was a halfa. I don’t know what they are anymore. This one is more ghost than human. I assume that the other one is more human than ghost. But put them back together and they would be perfectly balanced and you’ve been keeping them apart.”
John slumped back, rubbing at his face. “Bloody fucking hell…”
“The other half has been unwell, hasn’t he? Maybe just fatigued, but I bet he’s in pain too. His focus keeps wandering maybe. He’s listless.” Danny finally glanced away from John and over to the trio. Batman was, as always, almost impossible to read, but Danny felt sure Batman was tense. He might even be worried.
He wasn’t even looking at Danny but instead at Red Hood, who Danny was sure was avoiding Batman’s gaze. Even still, Red Hood’s fingers were trembling against the back Danny’s neck.
Danny reached up and took the gloved hand, hooking their fingers together.
“Constantine,” Batman growled, but the word sounded broken, under the bite.
John glanced from Batman to Danny and back again. “If Nightingale says that Red Hood is, was, a halfa, then he was. Nightingale’s the psychopomp, the dead is his realm more than any living I’ve ever met and, hell, more than most people who are dead.”
“And what is a halfa?” Wonder Woman asked, still the calm voice of reason.
“Rare,” Danny bit back, showing his teeth. He made himself take a breath and regulate his tone. “Someone who is half living, half ghost. They are a balance between life and death. If no one knew that Red Hood was part ghost, there’s a chance he wasn’t fully formed before, but I can assure you he’s a protector spirit now, no matter if he’s still alive. It’s also likely why the spell did this. There were already two halves to split. The human who was the living and the ghost who was the death.”
Wonder leaned forward in her seat. “You seem certain that the other half is sick.”
“They have to be— it’s a part of themselves that was ripped out and that leaves a wound. I suspect that because the other one must have more of the human side, he’s suffering more of the human affects of the separation while Red Hood is suffering more of the ghostly affects.”
“And your recommendation?” Wonder Woman asked.
“They need to be together. They need to be together and the place where they’re together needs to be Red Hood’s haunt.”
“His haunt?”
“Likely where he resided before. Or it would be where he patrolled if those are different areas. It would be somewhere emotionally important to him no mater what. As I’ve said, he’s a protector spirit so it should be obvious where his haunt is considering his role as a vigilante.”
“Crime Alley,” Red Hood rasped from behind Danny. his fingers squeezed tighter around Danny’s for a moment.
Danny’s arm was getting sore holding itself up like that, but he wasn’t going to take the comfort away from Red Hood or even deprive himself of that grounding point. It would be too easy for him to lose his temper here and really give the Justice League something to be afraid of.
“Crime Alley then,” he said. He had no reason to doubt what Red Hood was said. A ghost knew their own haunt. “We have to get him back to Crime Alley and they need to be together. I assume you have a place there?”
“No,” Batman said, though he didn’t shift. Wonder Woman placed her hand on his arm again.
“We’re concerned about there being a reaction of some sort should they meet,” she explained. “Constantine said that it might be possible.”
Constantine grumbled under his breath and ducked his head with a little shrug.
“If we didn’t know what was going on, sure, that’s a fair enough worry, but we do and I’m telling you that they need to be together until either they’re back together as one or until they fully settle into two separate people.”
“No.” It was Superman who protested this time.
“You don’t have a choice if you don’t want to torture and kill one or both of them,” Danny said, resisting the urge to bare his fangs at the boy scout again. “They need to go to Crime Alley.”
“He’s dangerous. If he is just the Red Hood half of the personality, which you’ve basically confirmed—“
“I have not. I’ve explained how they were physically split. It has affected how their split in motivation only because motivation is what a ghost is, but I would have to speak with both of them to learn how they are mentally and emotionally split.”
Superman just frowned in a disappointed uncle sort of way, as Danny talked and then continued on like Danny hadn’t even said anything. “Then he’s even more dangerous. We cannot simply let someone like Red Hood go. We have to think about everyone’s safety in this matter, especially civilians.”
“I thought you weren’t killers?” Danny threw back at them, saccharine sweet in his delivery.
It made Superman’s frown deepen, though Wonder Woman actually looked a bit amused.
“We aren’t,” the Big Blue said.
“If you try and keep him here you are. I’m telling you right here and right now that if you do not let him go back to Crime Alley then you are signing his death warrant. You might try to claim that he died in jail, but you’ll still be the cause of it. But that’s how you kill, isn’t it?”
“Nightingale,” John warned under his breath, twitching like he wanted to reach out and touch Danny, maybe to hold him back.
“No, really, it is, isn’t it? You want to to pretend that you don’t kill, that you’re better than whatever Red Hood has done, but are you really? At least he’s Honest about it. Red,” Danny said, tugging at the other’s hand so that he had to move up to stand more beside him. Danny looked up at the mask, looked through it. “You’ve killed.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because they wouldn’t stop. They never stopped. Now that they’re dead, they’ve stopped.”
“Who?”
“Poisoning drug dealers. Rapists. Abusers. Child traffickers. People who threatened my….” Red Hood reared back slightly as if surprised by what his cut off words were going to be.
“Your haunt. Your people. Those under your watch and protection,” Danny said. “See, he’s honest about it. Were all of those deaths in the right? I don’t know. But I’m not sad a rapist is dead. I’m not sad children didn’t get trafficked. Those are the sort of people we’re supposed to be against, isn’t it? Well, us small heroes. You fight bigger names these days, don’t you, Superman?”
“Alright then,” John said, standing suddenly. Red Hood twisted to put himself further between the occult detective and Danny.
Danny patted Red Hood’s arm gently. “It’s okay, John’s trying to protect me. He thinks I’m putting my foot in my mouth and making enemies. And maybe I am. But I’m not going to sit by and watch this hypocrisy. You don’t kill. That’s a damn lie.”
“We don’t.”
“You’ve checked up on ever criminal then?”
“What?” Superman asked, thrown by the sudden question.
“Every criminal you’ve fought, every mugger and back robber and goon, you’ve followed up to see how they’re doing the next day, month, year?”
Superman had that lemon sucking twist to his face again. “No?”
“So you don’t really know, do you, how many criminals walked away from you only to die of brain hemorrhaging later because you punched them into a wall. Or how many died from a complication to their lungs or spine or heart because Black Canary ruptured something with her wail or Flash fucked from contact with the Speedforce. It’s not that you haven’t killed, it’s just that you don’t know how many you’ve killed. It’s impossible to act on the scale that you do and not have killed,” Danny said with certainty.
“Nightingale, I believe you’ve made your point,” Wonder Woman said, still calm, still patient. She was different from the others. She has killed, Danny knew that; she was an Amazon. He remembered his stories from Pandora.
“Have I?” Danny asked. He let go of Red Hood as he stood to lean over onto the table. Danny could feel that snarl building up in his throat again now. The other reached out to touch him again right away. The snarl calmed a little, only a little. “Because what about when Superman has used a building as a barrier to smack an enemy into? No one was ever hurt there? No grannie ever slipped and fell as the building shook and never got up again? At least that would be an accident then, unlike punching someone to death, but don’t pretend your hands aren’t red. Don’t pretend—”
The hiss of the door opening cut Danny off.
The room feel silent.
Danny could see all the heroes tense.
From behind him a voice spoke up, “Well, aren’t you all dramatic.”
--- AN: The mysterious stranger is right! They are all dramatic. Danny was about ready to go for Superman's throat-- literally and just not figuratively. Hope you enjoyed how this all played out! I know people were waiting for Danny to let loose some. Fatigue is hitting me hard right now, so glad to have gotten this out!
Stay delightful, darlings!
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hi please I need this in my life rev robins tim adopting Jason is amazing I need whatever deets you got skskskisk
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Instead of tires Jason happens upon a fancy drone Tim had stashed somewhere. He takes advantage of the situation (this kind of fancy tech sells for a thousand bucks at LEAST!), hot wires the thing, and takes off with it. Sadly, Jason misses the tracker so Tim sniffs him out within the hour, thinking Batman’s onto him (who else could have the knowledge to wire HIS advanced tech but Bruce?)
Tim kind of blue screens when he sneaks into Jay’s hideout and finds a malnourished kid nibbling on a piece of stale bread and the drone clutched in one hand
Jason thinks he’s done for when the new crime lord shows up. Like- that guy cut the heads off several people only a few days ago and- oh, oh god, he just stole from a crime lord. Oh no, oh shit-
Tim is still blue screening and thus totally misses that the kid went into fight or flight mode until the drone comes sailing at him and hits him clean in the face.
Jason, in his panic, jumps right out the window (death via fall is better than having his head cut off, or whatever else perverted thing the new crime lord is into)
Tim barely manages to react in time to keep Jason from plummeting several stories, having even more trouble dragging the kid back onto solid ground because the little shit actually tries biting him! (Tim is lowkey impressed)
Jason never stops fighting, managing some solid kicks and punches that Tim’s gonna feel for several days, and keeps spitting at Tim even after he’s finally got him pinned
Tim, after inspecting Jason’s handiwork on the drone and considering the kid’s fighting spirit (not to mention the ill seated realization that Jason might not make it much longer on the streets with how thin he is), knows that the kid is either gonna die or be picked up by Batman (or god forbid, Damian) if he finds out about the kid’s skills. So really, it’s a no brainer what Tim has to do now
Bruce and Damian think they’ll have to do another tally mark in the list of crimes Hood committed, now thinking not even street kids are safe from him
Jason’s not sure he likes this weird arrangement, but Hood turns out to be surprisingly young and doesn’t want him to do any weird crime stuff and actually teaches him things about tech, so… he thinks he’ll stay. For now.
(Tim spends exactly one week around the spitfire that is Jason and decides that, yes, he would kill everyone in Gotham and then himself if anything happened to him. Not that he’s gonna let anybody know that.)
#oh and Joker is dead#because Tim is pragmatic and it’s the first thing he did upon coming back to Gotham#not that the ‘sudden death’ can be traced back to him#Tim hates Bruce and Damian in equal measure#Jason likes Batman and Damian (vigilante name pending)#Tim hates that Jason likes Batman and Damian#but he doesn’t try to alienate them#Tim just wants a family ok#not that he views it as such#he’s just doing the good deed of the century giving the street kid a home nothing more#Tim is doing Jason a FAVOR keeping him away from the bats#Tim’s main hideout is in Drake Manor to spite the bats#they’d never look there#jason todd#Tim drake#reverse robins#reverse robins au#batfamily#batfam#red hood#Damian wayne#Damian al ghul#Bruce Wayne
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he only has like maybe 3 minutes of screen time in total but i miss him so much where tf is he :(
#tgamm#the ghost and molly mcgee#tgamm todd#im not gonna say my piece on the whole wraith theory debate#hes dead#we haven’t seen him since frightmares on main street#tgamm scratch#shitpost#art#fan art#todd mortenson
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Time to Eat at the Cafe 50's
Route 66 series
Hasselblad 500c/m
Kodak Gold 200iso
#Cafe 50's#Time to Eat#Route 66#66#Main Street America#diner#neon sign#neon#sign#vintage diner#vintage#photo#photography#film#hasselblad#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#photographerslife#film is not dead#americana#vintage americana#los angeles#road trip#on the road#travel#color film
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The king and queen are visiting Paiporta and they receive them with mud xd two men have spoken to the king and told him to do something, but we all know that he is going to go to his palace and cross his arms because It's literally the only thing he can do. Is this what had to happen for people to realize that asking the king for help is nonsense? He has no power, he is only there to parade around. They have kicked out volunteers from the site to let the king and his escorts (police and military) pass, which is the first time they have touched that ground and they are going to do NOTHING. The president is doing the same. The president of Valencia is doing the same.
#this is never before seen stuff by the way. the monarchy was restituted in 1975 after the dictatorship and celebrated for it#and the president of valencia is basically the higher power here as the state of alarm he declared makes it so the national government#cant help. he has all the jurisdiction and all the responsibility. and yes he is from a right wing party. a lot of people are blaming the#president of the country (left wing) but legally he can't do anything bc of what i said before. its so frustrating just one man being#stubborn (and cruel) has cost so many lives and inflict so much suffering. not only after and during the incident but BEFORE as he didnt#raise the alarm so people thought they were safe and went outside to get move their cars or similar.#there have been so many people found on cars inside parkings.... and they are not done yet.#they havent updated the dead or missing numbers but the last number of missing people was 2000. all these people could be dead#they could be currently dying as the king and queen parade around the streets blocking people wanting to actually help. shameful#translated the main post on google bc i just could write it in english#i feel like a medieval peasant talking about th king and queen like this. what are we doing. year 2024.#talking tag#valencia
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santa rosa, new mexico. september 2023
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three years ago marshal lannes was cleaned
i mean he probably deserves it especially after his crocheting
#trying so hard to be an adult and not talk about that one street sign#jean lannes#napoleonic shitposting#napoleonic shitpost#napoleon's marshals#cad rambles about dead frenchmen on main
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#front street#against the kitchen floor#the main character#dr sunshine is dead#the first step#2econd 2ight 2eer#cotard’s solution#will wood#wee woo#wwatt#will wood and the tapeworms#everything is a lot#eial#self ish#self-ish#ww self ish#the normal album#wwtna#in case i make it#will wood icimi#icimi#polls#hyperspecific poll
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🩷 My mains 🩷
#art#digital art#digital drawing#fanart#dbd#dbd fanart#dead by daylight fanart#laurie strode#quentin smith#halloween#nightmare on elm street#silly little ship art of my mains#does anyone else's clothes glitch and break on dbd?#mine do :(
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Both Ways at Once Part 4
WC: 668, Masterpost
Jason inched forward and pressed his ear to the door Tim had just gone through.
“What’s wrong?” Tim asked.
There was silence, then “Where’s Jason?”
That was Dick. He’d been staying at the manor since it all happened. It was a little weird to have him a round like that.
“Asleep. He’s still getting exhausted too easily.”
Dick would buy it, of course he would. For one, it was true; Jason was exhausted. For another, Jason had been good. He rested when he was told. He ate when he was fed. He spent most of his time awake in the library just reading. He was passive.
He may have set them up, but it was their own damn fault if they bought it.
Dick let out a sigh. “Yeah, I know, I’m worried about that. So’s Bruce. They had Constantine bring in another specialist…”
“No good?”
“Don’t know. He sorta…” Dick laughed but it was strung out sounding. “He phased into the cell and then refused to let go of Hood. Or Hood refused to let go of him, we’re not sure. They’re in a meeting room now. According to him, they were basically torturing Hood by keeping him locked up in the Watchtower—”
Jason didn’t hear anything else. Blood was rushing in his ears. They were hurting him.
When he had come to in that basement, Jason had been confused. He hadn’t known how he had gotten there or what was happening. But also he had. Part of him had known, instinctively, that the huge man next to him was important and that they needed to stay close together.
His head had felt like it was splitting in two as what he knew and what was overlapped. His skin had felt too tight, like he had been stuffed into it. Everything had hurt. And so when his family had arrived and whisked him one way and the other man another, Jason had let them.
He had regretted it ever since.
Bruce and Constantine had sat him down the next morning, explaining that he had been hit with a magical spell that affected him mentally and physically. He had been split into two. He wanted to see the other part of him, but they said no. They had to find out more about the situation first, he was told. There could be a magical backlash. It was dangerous. They were keeping him in the dark, that’s what.
Fuck that. Jason had started using his exhaustion and pain as a cover as he worked to find out information. He learned: - The man was called Red Hood (no, not that Red Hood). - Apparently he used to look a lot closer to how Red Hood did. - The memories he knew of the last few years never happened. - They were keeping Red Hood in the Watchtower. - He needed to see him.
Jason was still putting together a plan, and now this consultant had solved one of the biggest problems about how to make it happen, Red Hood was out of his cell. Half baked plan or not, there was no time like the present.
Careful to keep his steps soundless, which was easy enough in the thick socks he wore to desperately try and stay way, Jason crept away from the door and took off to the Bruce’s study. He was grateful that while things about the present overlapped weirdly with his memories, like half dreams and stories, anything before he had… anything before Ethiopia still made sense. Anything after was a crap shoot if it was real.
The hands on the clock turned easily, his thumb print still scanned, and the door still opened. The way to barricade the door from the inside was the same too. It wouldn’t hold any of the Bats for long, but it was enough for Jason to scramble down the steps and over the the Zeta tube.
He just needed Red Hood to hold on.
He would be there soon.
He needed to see him.
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AN: So maybe I'm spoiling you all with another update today, but it is dark and stormy and I'm burrowed into a blanket with cats and a headache, and people have been asking about smol!Jason so I felt you all should get to meet him!
Stay delightful and dry, darlings!
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Hermosillo, Sonora, Mexico
1899
#i found this picture of my hometown from the same year rdr2 takes place#we’d do well#and this isn’t even A main street#nice#hermosillo#sonora#hermosillo sonora#rdr2#red dead redemption 2#cowboy#cowboycore#western
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removed our broken fucking sink faucet. took me half an hour, a lot of wrist pain, plus a tremendous amount of spiderwebs, rust flakes, mysterious grime, and water falling on my head. love it /s. now i need to scrape off the black ooze and shreds of old silicone, clean it all thoroughly, and figure out how the fuck to properly protect the holes from continuing to rust. then install the new faucet (had to drive 45 min each way this morning to get it). i hate this.
#personal#keeping it fun and funky fresh#our house in the middle of our street#literally everything is breaking. we had to spend $6000 to get the entire breaker box & mains power cable replaced#bc water was leaking through it & corroding the neutral terminals (bad)#the dishwasher performs the impressive feat of making our dishes much much dirtier. the new 'shwasher has been on order for 2 gd weeks#everytjing sucks. everything fucking sucks. i wish i were dead.#matty's mental health#suicide mention#gross cw
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couldn't appreciate Hozier's acoustic version of Be until I listened to it on the side of a lake watching the lights reflect in the water
#gibberish#hozier#in an outstanding display of willpower#today I decided to take a mental health walk instead of watching the same movie a 3rd time this week#and I had to find my way out of The Loop™#The Loop being an area of my neighborhood with no streets#just alleyways#sorrounded by a big circular main street#all the buildings look the exact same in The Loop#and it took me 30mins to find the main street again as there are many dead ends#5 of those 30 minutes were allocated to sitting down in the grass and playing with 2 cats I found#anyway I have escaped The Loop today#tomorrow who knows
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Soda Fountain
Route 66 series
Hasselblad 500c/m
Kodak Gold 200iso
#Soda Fountain#Route 66#fair oaks pharmacy#pasadena#photo#photography#film#road trip#road#on the road#americana#interior#vintage#diner#vintage interior#film is not dead#photographers on tumblr#original photographers#photographerslife#66#travel#kodak#Main Street america#film photography#color film
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That one person's professor is helping people who never even enrolled at his college cuz I just went "I'm not dying the richest person in the graveyard" and bought myself a bath bomb
#There is a bath bomb store on main street which is like a 15 minute walk down the canal#I have developed an eye(brow??) twitch recently bc of work so I'm trying to de-stress a little lol#also requested Friday off because I just did 2 weeks worth work in 3 days and I AM DEAD#Cruddy rambles
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mack and this loose child sniffed each other through the door and she did Big Hiss!!! so a set of halloween cats probably not in my future, but one of my favorite boys, something of an orange cat himself, is considering opening his heart to the orange creamsicle
#the group chat is being RUTHLESS about how hey you’re getting older it’s only going to get harder to have children 😔#yeehawing; gunshots#i could literally pick this cat up one handed and sling him in a box and im sure he will be here for some time bc my neighbor feeds him#but like hurry up and make a decision pls let’s get this man off the streets there are a very upsetting number of dead cats by the main road#the orange creamsicle
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