#hologram jason

[gothsalt27]

“Seltzer!”

He’s about to infodump on her first ever dream

[keplar-22b]

i gotta say, I love conner with all my heart and still haven't read like any comics because I don't got time to get em, so correct me pls, but why tf does conner have two different designs with one being his sick punk look and the other being a basic bitch. like, in young justice, (the one on HBO rn that doesn't really have the teen titans, which itself is a bigger issue but whatever) has him with a black superman shirt, blue cargo(?) paints, and some black boots with NOTHING else the whole. show. AND THEN I COME HERE AND- just, his design in the comics (I think there's a few that use the basic design, anyways) is so much better! it has so much more personality! I love his fucking outfit! young justice why??? I mean I get his fit is kinda excessive and you had to animate the show but still! to say this all in less words, I think punk conner is cool and would prefer that design over the much simpler one.

[saint-starflicker]

[corkinavoid]

Thank you, @aceinacorner, for this gem:

You are the inspiration for

DPxDC Ring of Rage? More Like Ring of Engage [pt. 3]

[<- part 2 | part 4 ->]

Duke narrows his eyes.

He swears Tim was not in the Cave just five seconds ago, and yet, in the brief moment when Duke wasn't looking, he just materialized out of motherfucking aether. Smelling like Chinese food and holding a chicken skewer that looks so good that Duke's mouth waters.

"Can I have a piece?" He asks, the divine smell of food overriding the urge to ask 'where did you get it' or 'how did you get here'.

Tim nods, smiles, and hands Duke the whole skewer before going for the elevator.

Is it Duke's hallucination, or is he really humming something as he goes?.. Actually, that doesn't matter. The chicken tastes even better than it smells, and Duke is perfectly willing to keep his mouth shut in exchange for food.

You don't talk with your mouth full, after all.

~☆~

Cass watches Tim over the table. She hasn't heard him coming into the dinner room - no steps in the hall, no rustle of clothing or breathing. It's like the boy has somehow appeared right in front of the door out of nowhere before entering.

What's more, he seems obviously not hungry, picking at his food with an absent, if a bit dreamy, expression. Granted, Tim always picks at his food, but Cass can see the difference between 'Tim's mind is busy with a new case and therefore too distracted to eat' and 'Tim already had dinner elsewhere and is too full to eat now'.

The bags under his eyes are also not as dark as they usually are. Come to think of it, Cass hasn't seen him in a bad mood for a few weeks now, which shouldn't really be that strange, but it's Tim. The smallest of inconveniences can put him in a bad mood.

Tim notices her looking and raises an eyebrow.

Cass blinks and goes back to her plate. Whatever is keeping her brother happy, it deserves her full approval.

~☆~

Jason is... not so sure as to what is happening.

He did notice that Tim was really chill lately, but this is going a bit overboard.

"Did you spike it with arsenic, Replacement?" He asks, suspiciously looking the offered cup of coffee over without taking it. Tim - surprisingly, actually - doesn't react to the nickname in the slightest, instead giving Jason a deadpan look. Then, he brings the cup up to his mouth, takes a sip, and hands it back again.

Okay, well, that proves no arsenic, at least. It's still very weird. Tim doesn't just buy coffee for people, and he especially doesn't buy coffee for Jason.

"Am I going to owe you something for it, or what?" He asks, slowly reaching for the cup. Tim sighs.

"No. It's just a drink - my boyfriend loves it, and I think you'd like it as well," he explains with a shrug, and Jason is honestly too befuddled to ask about anything. Including the boyfriend part.

No, but since when does Timbers have a boyfriend? He sure hadn't mentioned anything about it to any of the others.

The drink turns out to be not coffee but something else, tangy and thick, and when Jason takes the lid off, it's green like Mountain Dew.

It does taste great, though, and later Jason considers asking Tim for another one. He hadn't had anything better in ages.

~☆~

Damian strikes through the last one of the training holograms, breathing heavily. And yet, just as the 'simulation complete' message pops up in the air, he hears a step behind him.

He turns around faster than a lightning, and-

Finds Timothy's neck at the tip of his katana, with his hands up in surrender.

"What are you doing here?" Damian sneers, lowering his weapon, and Tim swallows. Not because of surprise or fear, though, he clearly had some half chewed up food in his mouth.

"Inaccurate drop off," he says, looking Damian straight in the eyes, "I was aiming for the main floor."

He smells of Indian food and spices, and Damian almost sneezes.

"What do you mean 'aiming'?" He demands, but Drake just waves him off, heading towards the elevator up.

"No worries, I'll do better next time," he shoots a smile over his shoulder, "See you on patrol!" And with that, the elevator doors close after him, leaving Damian alone.

Drake has always been strange, but this is too much even for him.

Not that it's Damian's business. He huffs and starts the simulation over again.

~☆~

If Dick didn't witness it with his own two eyes, he would have never believed it. Alas, he did, and even though the swirling green vortex has already disappeared like it was never there, Tim, whom the strange portal just spat out on the floor of the Cave, is still here.

"What the fuck was that?" He nearly yells, and Tim looks up, a face of perfect innocence.

"What was what?" He returns the question, and Dick can't find the words to explain, so he just wildly gestures to the place where the portal has been less than five seconds ago. Tim blinks, "Oh, that. That was my date."

Dick chokes on his breath.

"Your date?" He parrots, hoarse and breathless, and Tim nods, like there's not a single thing wrong with anything that has just happened. "Since when do you go on dates? Wait, I thought you were engaged, you said it was cheating to date anyone else, even if you didn't know the spouse, you said-" he cuts himself off, feeling his own face slowly falling and his stomach sinking down in horror. "No. No, don't tell me."

But the shit-eating grin on Tim's face is already proof enough.

Dick clears his throat. Takes a deep breath.

Seeing that Tim is still in one piece, and, well, that he did just casually come out of a magic portal in the middle of the Cave, it's probably safe to say that it's not the first time.

And, judging by the mirth in Tim's grin, it's also safe to say he's been rather enjoying it.

Dick releases one long, loud breath and forces a smile on his face as well.

"So, how is it?" He asks, trying in vain to sound light-hearted, not suspicious. Tim's smile gets wider, and there's a glint of excitement in his eyes now, which Dick considers a good thing, all in all.

"Oh, I thought you'd never ask."

~☆~

Bonus Scene (that somehow turned out longer than I planned)

~☆~

"Where's Tim?" Bruce asks when all the rest of his kids are already seated around the table for breakfast.

"At Danny's, probably," Steph shrugs before digging into the waffles on her plate. Bruce frowns.

"Danny's?" He asks. He hasn't heard that name before. Is that a friend of Tim's?

"Drake's paramour," Damian clarifies, not bothering to look up from his own food, and Bruce's mind comes to a screeching halt. He blinks stupidly, looking around the table and sincerely hoping it is some sort of a prank, but Cass smiles and nods, and Dick has an expression of pure exhaustion on his face, and Duke is huffing a snort of laughter at him for it.

"Since when-" Bruce starts, but he is suddenly cut off by a glowing circle that appears just a few feet away from them all.

It grows quickly, morphing into a vortex, a green and ominous tear in reality big enough for a person to walk through, hanging in the air a few inches over the ground. The space around it feels staticky somehow, and the color is too bright to look at directly, and it definitely doesn't belong to their dining room. But before Bruce is able to say another word or do anything at all, Tim steps out of it, his hair and clothes ruffled.

"Oh, fuck," he mutters upon seeing them all, and turns around, sticking his head into the vortex just as it starts to close. The vortex pauses.

Bruce is almost too stunned to move.

His kids don't share the sentiment, though, most of them not paying the portal any attention at all. Bruce would have reprimanded them for the poor awareness of their surroundings if he didn't notice how Damian simply glanced up at it before going back to his food.

They saw the portal. They just didn't deem it dangerous. For some reason.

Tim's face comes back out, and he turns to Bruce. His expression looks different than before: a bit smug, a little mischievous, and just a tad bit nervous.

Then, another head pops up through the surface of the portal. A boy - or at least they look like a boy - with snow white hair that floats in the air and bright, almost neon blue eyes. His skin is far too pale for him to be human, and- he has freckles that look like constellations.

For some reason, that's the part that makes Bruce finally resign to the fact that this is just how his life is. With breakfasts interrupted by green portals and otherworldly boyfriends - because who else might it be, really - before he even had his morning coffee.

"Hi!" Said otherworldly boyfriend grins and waves his hand. "I'm Danny, Tim's fiance," he introduces himself, and Bruce conjures the last scraps of his scattered mind to smile and nod back.

"Good morning, Danny. I'm Bruce." He has no idea what else to say; it seems like a bit late for shovel talk, but a bit early for welcoming speech.

"Would Young Master Danny care to join us for breakfast?" Alfred's calm, but still slightly amused voice comes from the door. Bruce turns to look at the butler with a sense of exasperation - is he really the last one to learn anything in this house? - but the man seems... well, not surprised, at least not on the surface. But his grip on the pitcher of orange juice is just a little too tense for him to have been in the know all along.

Danny turns to him and smiles nicely - his teeth are also way too sharp for a human - before shaking his head, "No, sorry, I was just dropping Tim off."

"For God's sake," Tim rolls his eyes, "Just put on some pants and come out, I refuse to suffer through this alone."

Dick chokes on his toast. Steph gasps, her eyes snapping between Tim and Danny in delight. Cass snorts and kicks her under the table. Damian groans.

"Spare me from the details of your personal life, Drake. Need I remind you that I am thirteen," he narrows his eyes.

The constellations on Danny's cheeks shine just a bit brighter, and Bruce has no idea what that is supposed to mean, but his guess is along the lines of embarrassment. Especially when the boy completes it with rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"You mean to tell me that, at thirteen years old, you don't know what sex is?" Tim deadpans, running a hand through his hair in a useless effort to smooth it and taking his seat at the table. Dick's coughing fit comes back with renewed force.

"We didn't-" Danny starts, still kind of hovering midway through the portal, but Damian pays him little attention.

"I do. Yet, I prefer my mind free of the knowledge when it applies to you."

"I want all the details, though," Steph pipes up, looking at Danny from her seat, "Can you, like, sprout tentacles or something, because I know for a fact Tim likes that kind of-"

"Steph!" Tim yells at her, face red, and then turns to Danny, who suddenly has a very interested, if a bit mischievous, look on his face, "Don't you dare."

"Yeah, okay," Danny snorts and disappears back in the portal. Bruce half-expects it to close after him, but the vortex stays.

Which probably means the boy - the King of Infinite Realms, Keeper of Unseen Worlds, Eyes of the Universe - is going to be right back.

After he puts on some pants, supposedly.

Bruce watches Tim rub his face in frustration while Steph giggles and elbows him in the side, and sighs. This is so not how he expected this morning to be.

[vodrae]

The Forbes' reporter is lost in WayneEnterprise building, with her crew she's looking for the new COO of the compagny, the son of Bruce Wayne.

As she looking everywhere, she finds this tall, handsome, brooding, muscular, with scars on his face, green piercing eyes greek god of a man in the main conference room:

"Excuse-me ? Mr Drake-Wayne ? We are from Forbes, we have a appointement.

- Nope. Tim's'here"

Jason says, pointing to the office, where a 5'5, anti acnea cream mask on the face, in a hoodie, spraying cheese in his mouth is giggling in his boyfriend lap.

"Tell me again how superman is an hologram made by luthor, babe."

[cristinacclearwater]

Au! Batfam talking about who had the most badass mentor amongst them..

Like trying to one up each other with mentors and friends and shenanigans..

Bruce is there, drinking coffee keeping quiet because he knows he wins..

Walks in Dick and Tim..

Dick: hey guys! What are you talking about?

Jason: coolest mentor. I win ofcourse, with Batman, and Talia teaching me personally..

Damian: as if todd. I am the winner of this discussion.. Mother built my base before my various tutors took over. And I have served Robin for 2 batmen. Father and Richard.

Duke: Steph and me are keeping scores, though Steph counted Tim among her tutors, when her turn came.

Tim: me?

Dick: I guess that makes sense.

Damian: I don't see what you are so proud about Brown. Drake is incompetent and had passed on his incompetence to you till Oracle took over your training.

Steph: oh little guy! You have no idea!! Watch this. Hey Tim!!

Tim: hm? *not paying attention*

Steph: who taught you to fight?

Tim: Bruce?

Steph: no like. Who taught you that nerve thing you do?

Tim: oh. Rahul Lama

Steph: Bo staff?

Tim: Shiva

Steph: How many Batmen did you work with?

Tim: 3? Do i count, because then 4.

Steph: is Mt Rushmore still a hologram?

Jason: Still?

Tim: yeah. The league don't know how to fix that, well unless a speedster goes back in time. But then Bart will have to go back to change it back anyway so * shrugs *

Duke: Wait!! What happened to Mt. Rushmore? Its a HOLOGRAM!?!

Tim: yeah. YJ had a mission a few years back and well long story short the lab was under the mountain and kinda crashed out of it..

Duke: * whisper * what?

Steph: Shh Duke. This is just the start.

Jason: THIS is a start?

Jason turns to look at Bruce & Dick

Bruce look like he is re-living a trauma.

Dick has a grimace on his face, klhe knows what Jason is asking.

Dick: Yeah well. Tim's Robin years were... Interesting.

Jason: well clearly.

Steph: i was so surprised when Jason came back to life. Like i know its common now! But then... What about you tim?

Tim: well? Secret was a ghost and came to life too. And Danny became leader of a cult of snakes. So, quiet common i guess.

[arrowheadedbitch]

Tim's Birthday, he's about to open Bruce's gift

Tim, dead stare at Bruce: If there is any form of hologram in here, I am killing everyone in Gotham, including myself

Bruce, terrified: Oh..., uh, well good thing there's not

Tim: Are you sure?

Bruce: Yes

Tim, opening the present: Oh, a new camera. Neat.

Everyone:

Tim:

Everyone:

Jason: Okay, what the fuck was that about

Tim: He knows what he did.

[anyknotrants]

*Jason is captured by the JL, now sitting in the interagetion room*

Jason: -ha! good luck with that.

Hal: now listen here you little-

Dick: *storms into the intergetion room*

Dick: HOOD!

Clark: Nightwing-

Jason: oh shit- heeeeeey dickhead

Flash: you know him-?

Dick: Jay, Jaybird, Hood, little wing-

Jason: *leans away*

Dick: we all love you-

Hal: the fuck-?

Dick: but WHY THE FUCK would you skip your weakly check-in and get arrested imideatly after that?!??!

Jason: listen-

Dick: no, you listen. I had a hell of these past few hours. Dealing with a bunch of bad guys in one thing- but dealing with an army of children who are worried about you and would kill for you? Why the fuck did you think it was a good idea??????

Jason: oh, OH SHIT-

Dick: yeah, Lizzie almost had my head when she called becase you didn't check in.

Flash: am I the only one who doesn't know what's going on...?

Hal: nope.

Jason: OH FUCK *pulls his hands ot of the cuffs*

Hal: now wait a minute-

Jason: *taps his helmet* fuck, I can't-

Dick: *already has a hologram video call pulled up*

Jason: Carrot top!

A small child: Hood!

Jason, in a soft voice: I'm so sorry I didn' call-

Lizzie: helmet.

Jason: ya know I can't

Lezzie, pounting: helmet.

Jason: *hungs his head low and sighs* fine

Jason: *pulls off his helmet with a soft click and hiss*

Jason, just in his domino now: *looks up again* happy?

the JL: *absolutely bamboozled because the kid did what they couldn't do in 5 hours in 5 seconds. Also, how young is Red Hood?????*

Lizzie: *nods*

Jason, voice even softer: I'll be back soon, please tell the others kids I'm okay, alright?

Lizzie: *nods again*

Jason: bye

Lizzie: *waves*

Dick: *ends the call, grinning like an idiot*

Jason: *puts his helmet back on* shut up, Dickhead

Dick: you're soft *smirks*

Jason: oh you-

Hal: what the FUCK was THAT?!

Dick: *snickers*

Dinah, a bit worried: who was that kid?

Jason: that was-

Dick: one of the many kids hes taken under his wing

Barry: what?

Dick: oh, you didn't know? *smirks even wider*

Jason: don't you dare-

Dick: Jay here, became the patreon and protector of the homeless youht in Gotham, especially the Crime Alley

Clark: *smiles like a proud parent 'cus he already knew*

Jason: my reputation! *groans, hides his head in his hands and makes a sound like a dying bird*

[zhelin-thames]

Danny’s chaos with the Lantern Corps #2

Returning to Earth

[Danny Bragging to Tucker and Sam]

Danny: So, space was awesome. I made a rage monster angry, a blue alien complimented my “hope,” and Hal got so annoyed he almost quit. Tucker: Please tell me you took pictures. Danny: [grinning] I took selfies with their glowing rocks.

[Danny and the BatFam at Wayne Manor]

Dick: You were in space? You didn’t even tell us? Danny: It was kind of last-minute. Also, they didn’t have Wi-Fi. Tim: [snarky] That must’ve been so hard for you. Danny: It was tragic, Tim. Truly.

[Justice League Check-In Call]

Wonder Woman: I trust the Lanterns taught you discipline. Danny: [shrugs] I taught them how to chill out. Close enough. The Flash: Did you prank Hal? Danny: Oh, big time. Hal Jordan: [appears in the hologram, glaring] He called my ring a mood ring. Again. Danny: [grinning] Emotional support jewelry is what I said. Get it right.

[Batman’s Concern]

Batman: Did you cause any intergalactic incidents? Danny: …Define “incident.” Batman: [stares at him in silence] Danny: Fine. No. Happy? Hal Jordan: [interrupts over comms] He almost joined the Sinestro Corps! Danny: [smirking] Almost.

[Villains’ Reactions to Danny’s Space Adventures]

Lex Luthor: [watching news footage] The ghost boy now has space alliances? Preposterous. Joker: [laughing hysterically] He’s a ghost kid and an astronaut! What a riot! Black Manta: Did he mess with the Lanterns? Danny: [phases through the wall] Yup. And I made it out alive.

[The BatFam Dealing with Danny’s New Glow-Up]

Jason: So, what’s with the green sparkles? Danny: Oh, just some Lantern energy I might’ve borrowed. Damian: Borrowed or stole? Danny: [grinning] What’s the difference?

[Danny’s Lantern-Inspired Prank on Bruce]

Danny: [floating, glowing green with a makeshift construct of the Bat-Signal] Hey, Bats, look! I’m you! Bruce: [crosses arms] That’s not even remotely accurate. Danny: [laughing] Come on, Space Dad 2.0 thought it was funny!

[Justice League Final Note]

Martian Manhunter: The ghost child is unpredictable, but his intentions are noble. Hal Jordan: His intentions are chaos. Wonder Woman: Perhaps he needs guidance. Danny: [appears in the hologram] Or maybe the Justice League needs a ghost mascot. Batman: [pinching the bridge of his nose] This was a mistake.

[neptunezo]

okay okay what if those holograms in young justice that get put up of dead members are actually connected to their life source and no one knows it until one day, when Dick is down there mourning his dead friends and brother, Jason’s hologram starts flickering. Dick now stares at it and gets Tim, Bruce, and Babs to try and figure out what was going on. It keeps flickering for days until it stops and turns off. They all try and turn it back on, magic and whatnot don’t work on it either, it just won’t turn back on. When they find out Jason is alive, they piece together how the holograms work.

On another day, Dick is sitting down, mourning Wally. When it flashes (no pun intended) and turns off. Dick races to go find Wally.

After Jon goes missing, Damian goes to the holograms hoping to see him one more time, but Jon’s hologram wasn’t up. He waits and waits until Jon finally comes back.

Tim, after seeing how the holograms have helped his brothers, goes down to Kon’s hologram. He sits at the hologram for days, it never changes. After being forced to leave and actually sleep, Tim then goes down everyday to check Kon. It never changes. Ever. Eventually Tim brings Bernard down with him, they sit and watch Kon’s hologram, unchanging.

[kittykatninja321]

Not to rehash this discourse so close to his birthday but genuinely what other mysterious unnamed trauma of Jason’s is Bruce referring to in bftc if not csa? We know that:

It’s something that happened to him

It’s something that happened to him pre-Bruce, so it presumably could’ve happened while he was an extremely vulnerable unsupervised homeless child

It’s something associated with secrecy and shame: Jason only told Bruce about it and freaks out about Dick playing his hologram talking about it

It’s something that affected him profoundly, Bruce says it left him “broken” (ugh side note: hate this language) and he seems to get retriggered by it being brought up again

What other trauma is coded like this besides sexual assault? Like genuinely I have yet to hear an answer that fits as well or better

[gothsalt27]

Little Holo Jase animation test. Been havin a lot of fun playing with his new sentience.

I might color this. Dunno

[twistpixel]

Things like how Jason getting offscreen triggered going “spin attack spin attacks hurt everything around you do spin attacks” coincided with dicks change in feelings about him from “what if you just dropped dead. Again.” To feeling complicated bc he got both reminded of how mortality can take his family away from him Even Bruce and feels like he’s inherited Bruce’s obligations (and is tbh. Differing from Bruce irt how much obligation the man of the house has to jason). Like offscreen Bruce’s death is enough that dick is willing to hang out with Jason enough to trigger him at which point it’s out of dicks hands and it’s Jason’s fault again because he’s been “set off” and just gets worse from there. Jason’s gift to dick of being evil and trying to kill himself bc if Jason tried at all it would for sure blow up, be bad, be worse. The pre boot age gap between them being 27-19. Daniel being able to write dick as reaching out for Jason bc he wrote Jason as ABSOLUTELY not ever going to. But also what the fuck was the hologram scene from dicks perspective. Dick. does he think if he can just make him get through the whole recording Jason would collapse. Exorcism rules. if you finish the incantation the demon gets banished

[geekynerfherder]

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[thevoidstaredback]

Bruce was absolutely correct. His family might actually be from Hell. And Danny’s been there before, so he knows what he’s talking about.

Okay, so maybe that’s an exaggeration, but it’s not a big one. If anything, it’s doing them justice.

Dick had come back from topside with nine other people toting behind him. Immediately, Danny could name Red Robin, Robin, Black Bat, and Signal, but the others all eluded him.

Once everyone was sitting (Bruce at the head with the old man behind his right shoulder, Dickk to his right, a redheaded lady beside him, Timothy in the next seat, Damian a chair down, then Duke, the others all sitting across, and Danny taking a chair to the foot of the table), Bruce cleared his throat. “”Everyone, this is Danny. You know him as Phantom.”

Danny smiled smally and waved.

The brick shithouse across from Dick scoffed. “Phantom’s a kid. This guy is an adult.”

“Aw, you noticed? Thanks.” Danny defaults to ‘sarcastic little shit’ sometimes when nervous. Great time for that.

The blonde across from Timothy snorted. “I like him.” She leaned over the empty seat between her and Cassandra. “I’m Spoiler, but you can call me Steph. Call me ‘Stephinie’, and I’ll kick your ass.”

“Aw, you’re not supposed to tell him!” Dick whined.

Damian was assessing him. Danny could feel it. “I am Damian.”

“Nice to meet you, Damian,” Danny greeted, “You’re Robin, right?”

The kid sat up a little taller. “Yes.”

“Best damn Robin I’ve ever met, that’s for sure.”

Damian preened, but it was covered by the indignant shouts of the other four Robins. Dick’s voice carried over them all, though. “Hey! I thought I was your favorite!”

“Yeah,” Danny agreed, “You are my favorite, but Damian’s the best Robin.”

“Now that’s just not fair!”

“Can we focus, guys?” The redhead beside Dick chuckled. “I’m Barbra. Across from Dick is Jason. Across from Tim is Steph. Across from Damian is Cass. Duke is next to Damian, and Kate is next to Cass.”

Danny nodded along, looking at each person as their name was said. “And you, sir?”

The old man smiled kindly. “I am Alfred, the family butler.”

“Nice to meet you, sir!”

“Likewise, Master Phantom.”

“No matter how many times I hear that, it’s still weird.” Danny muttered. He turned his full attention to Bruce. “So? You dragged me here. What’s up?”

The line between Bruce and Batman was blurred again. “The League of Assassins is our major suspect on the Coma Case.” A hologram opened up over the table, pulling everyone’s eyes to it. “With what we know, we can assume they’re trying to get into the Infinite Realms, Phantom’s Domain, by creating a portal. Without the proper protections, they will die. However, exposure to the Lazarus Pits has given Ra’s, as well as Talia and other trusted servants, natural resistance to the hostile environment that make up the Realms.”

The group waited a moment before deciding that it was now an open discussion.

“Prolonged exposure to the Pits was limited to Grandfather, Mother, four servants who were rotated out every few years, and whomever was being submerged.”

Jason snorted. “Yeah, but does getting dunked one time really count as P.E?”

“I’d imagine, based on the definition, only eight to ten minutes at a time, but that’s several minutes at a time over a month or a year.” Barbra said.

Kate hummed. “Phantom, what exactly are the Lazarus Pits? Why do they have any connection to the Realms?”

“Please, call me Danny,” he waved. “I’ve never actually seen these ‘Pits’, so I can’t give you a sure answer. However, from what I understand, they were probably a gift from the Realms Herself. Did anyone else have access to them before Ra’s?”

Timothy shook his head. “No. Ra’s was experimenting to find a cure for a sultan’s son when he found the Pits. He found them, so he named them.”

“Didn’t take the guy as the religious type.” Steph muttered. Cass giggled softly.

Danny frowned. “That changes things, but only slightly. If She didn’t give this world the Pit, then it’s probably runoff from the Realms.”

Dick looked to be hiding a smirk. “What kind of runoff?”

“I don’t know, waste? Excess energy? Maybe it was supposed to be a portal, but lacks the actual activation.”

The table burst into laughter, minus Jason and Damian. Jason looked disgusted while Damian looked inconvenienced.

Duke was the first one to catch his breath. “You- you two got thrown into a cesspit!”

It was Danny’s turn to wrinkle his nose in disgust. “I didn’t say the Pit’s cesspit. I just said it might be made up of waste from the Realms.” This made the table laugh harder.

It wasn’t until another few minutes later that Alfred cleared his throat. “As hilarious as that is to know, you are in the middle of an investigation.”

“Right, of course,” Bruce was still trying to hide chuckles, “Thank you, Alfred.

“Of course, Master Bruce.”

Cass tapped the table, signing as she spoke once all eyes were on her. “‘Lacks activation’?”

The question was aimed at Danny, so he answered. “Natural Portals can always be found where there’s been a sudden influx of electricity, like the sight of a lightning strike or an electrical fire, but they don’t last any longer than a few hours at most. And, unless you’re looking for them, you won’t find them.”

“Can one open up anywhere?” Kate asked.

“Yeah, as long as the conditions are met.”

“Why?” Bruce’s voice was serious again.

Danny uncrossed his legs and leaned his arms on the table. “Your world is one realm inside the In Between. Do you have a pen and paper?” Alfred was quick to get the requested idioms. “Thanks.” He drew a small circle in the corner of the page. “This is your realm, the one we’re in.” He drew several other small circles across the page. “These are other realms, afterlives, and Lairs.” He drew a circle to encompass all of the smaller ones. “This is the Realms, the In Between. Because She holds All- because She is All, a doorway can open anywhere as long as someone has the key. Make sense?” He moved on without waiting for answers, putting the pen down. “To answer what’s probably your next question, the Lazarus Pits could probably just be a doorway that’s been cracked open only enough for a little light to peek through. Ectoplasm - the stuff the Realms are made of - is harmful on its own when it’s been exposed for long enough. Stuff straight out of the Realms, like activated portals, has revival properties.”

“You just said that the Lazarus Pits are runoff of waste from the Realms.” Timothy cut in.

“No, I said it might be that. It’s probably more likely that whatever Ra’s was messing with when he found the Pits activated it just enough to act like a door with it’s chain up; It’s not open because the proper key wasn’t used. But, it’s open just enough to allow the revival properties through without killing whoever’s immediately near it.”

“Could Ra’s have somehow found a way to keep it open?” Bruce brainstormed, “If it’s supposed to close after an amount of time, then could he have found a way to reopen it just that little bit over and over again?”

Danny hummed. “It’s unlikely, but not impossible. I’d have to see it to tell one way or another, but that’s looking like the most likely answer.”

“Then why would he need an unnatural portal?” Dick, the only other one who’d been at the meeting, inquired, “If he already knows how to get what he wants, why try to open another door?”

“Because he’s a megalomaniac?” Timothy offered up.

Damian didn’t rise to the defense of is Grandfather, though he was frowning. “There are legends about being of the Dead, creatures that rule over Life and Death. Perhaps he wishes to challenge one? Or to become one?”

Danny scoffed. “Good luck with that. Osiris aren’t pushovers in any aspect. They gained their titles rightfully. Besides, if it’s power he’s after, then he’s more likely to challenge the King.”

“Aren’t you the King?” Duke said.

“Yep.”

“What’s your plan of attack then, your majesty?”

“I can hear that you didn’t use capitals,” Danny playfully scoffed. “If we've assumed correctly and it is the League of Assassins or whatever, then why not just kill this Ra’s guy?”

“I will not allow you to kill Grandfather!” Damian shouted.

Danny threw his hands up in surrender, “Okay, okay. Murder is off the table. My next solution is to wait him out. Shut down his portal project, wait for him to die on his own, and then pull him through the gap in the door into the Realms. Then, I’ll have him in my domain and he can spend the proper sentence time in Walker’s Prison.”

“I’m sorry,” Jason very calmly put his hands on the table and looked Danny in the eye. “There’s a prison in the Realms?”

“Yeah? Realms Beings are really the only ones who end up there, but exceptions have been made. And, with the amount of times this Ra’s guy has been dunked in the Pit, he’s practically guaranteed to appear in the Realms before moving onto his chosen afterlife.”

“Well that certainly makes me feel better.” Kate muttered sarcastically.

Duke raised his hand slightly. “What if he succeeds in making an artificial portal?”

Danny felt a shiver run down his spine, phantom sparks of electricity running up his left arm. “Then the exposure to the Realms will kill him and anyone near the portal.”

Bruce hummed again. He does that a lot. “How do the Osiris come to be?”

“Just call us Halfas,” he waved, “Inorder to become one, you have to die, but only halfway, hence the human name. But, because this guy’s already died so many times, he has no chance of becoming a Halfa. Maybe the first time, but he’s long since passed the opportunity.”

“What’s our plan of attack, B?” Barbra asked. “We can’t go after the LoA without major consequences.”

The cave - Cave? - elapsed into silence.

“Maybe,” Timothy spoke after a while, “We can’t go after them without Talia storming Gotham, and we can assume the same consequence if any of the Justice League or the protege teams try, too. But what about the JLD?” When no one spoke up, he continued. “Think about it. The JLD will know how to handle this better than anyone else. And, everyone knows they only ever do their own thing. The JLD and the JL don’t actively communicate unless they’re forced by a World Ending Threat to work together.”

Kate’s eyebrow raised. “That’s crazy enough reasoning, it could work.”

“Phantom?”

“I’ll talk to the JLD tonight and get back to you as soon as we’ve got it figured out.”

“Good.”

“If you don’t mind my interruption?” Alfred said from over by the elevator. What did he leave? When did he have time to cook? “Dinner is served.”

Part 19 Part 21

[princessofgotham777]

Nights Like These

Part One?????

Anakin Skywalker x reader

Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, I don’t write smut

Hi guys sorry this isn’t me adding onto the Jason Todd or dick Grayson fics I started. I will add to those I’ve just been going through it lately and so I just wanna write whatever’s comforting to me rn which happens to be this random anakin skywalker fic. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: You’re basically Padme I’m gonna write y/n but like you’re a senator from Naboo and stuff also you’re a princess because I say so lol. You get kidnapped by a separatist spy who’s been posing as your security detail and Anakin lovingly crashes out a bit.

Warnings: violence, kinda stalking(not Anakin), getting kidnapped (not Anakin)

Anakin had only been on Coruscant for ten minutes and he was already rushing to find you. He’d been off planet for a couple days dealing with after math of the clone wars. Three days ago Obi-Wan contacted him saying you’d been kidnapped by a separatist spy posing as security. Anakin left his mission early, going against the Jedi councils orders. He ran through the building finally finding Obi-Wan Kenobi and Mace Windu.

“Anakin,” Mace says. “Your orders were to remain on your mission were they not Padawan?”

“I haven’t been a padawan for a long time you and Master Yoda know that,” Anakin says.

“Anakin-“ Obi-Wan begins to say before Anakin interrupts him.

“Where are we on locating the princess?” Anakin asks.

“Her security is handling the matter,” Mace says.

“The same security who allowed a spy to kidnap her right under their noses in the middle of the night?” Anakin says angrily.

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan says. “I need to speak with you. Mace please excuse Anakin’s…outburst. Him and I will see that the Princess’s security has the situation under control.”

“Right,” Mace says. Anakin begins to leave when Mace says to Obi-Wan, “keep an eye on him.”

“Will do,” Obi-Wan says. He then rushes after Anakin who’s practically running down the hall. “Where are you rushing to now?”

“Y/N’s chambers, there could be some clue,” he says.

In your room they found clear signs of struggle. The knife you kept in your beside drawer was discarded on the floor. Your sheet was half ripped on the floor suggesting you were dragged out of bed.

“There was clearly a struggle, do we have a hologram of the spies face?” Anakin asks.

“Listen to me I will help you find her, she’s an important girl… a Princess and a senator of Naboo, I support her politics myself I understand the need to rescue her but I must ask Anakin is there anything at all you’re not telling me?” Obi-Wan asks. Anakin opens his mouth to speak but Obi-Wan says, “this would stay between you and I, no Jedi council I just need to know so I can help.”

Anakin hesitates for a moment, “do you swear you won’t tell a soul?”

“I swear on the force,” Obi-Wan replies.

“Y/N and I are in love,” Anakin says softly. “And I don’t mean some childish or lustful attraction I mean proper true love. She’s my whole world Obi-Wan. I don’t know what I’d do without her, I don’t know who I’d be without her.”

“Right,” Obi-Wan says as he places a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “We’ll find her.”

Obi-Wan and Anakin met with your security detail and learned they didn’t have many ideas of where you could be.

“Coruscant is the largest city in the galaxy meaning it probably has the most cameras in the galaxy and you can’t find her in a single security tape?” Anakin says.

“They must’ve covered her face,” a security guard says.

“You don’t say,” Anakin replies sarcastically.

“Anakin…don’t get angry,” Obi-Wan says quietly.

“I’m not angry…I’m frustrated we’ve been standing here for nearly three hours and haven’t made any progress. She could be dead or being tortured,” Anakin says.

“We’ve got something,” a guard says. He pulls up a file on the screen. It’s a ransom note. 500,000 credits were being demanded for your life. Along with the ransom note was a contact to set up a time and place for the exchange.

“Ask for proof she’s alive,” Obi-Wan says quickly. The security guard does just that and within seconds gets a response. A picture of you, barely conscious, appears on the screen. Anakin looks in horror at your bruised and bloodied face.

“Set up a time and place,” Anakin says.

“First ask if we can speak to her for real proof of life that photo could be old,” Obi-Wan says.

“No, time and place we have to move quickly with minimal interaction that could risk escalation. She clearly needs medical attention the sooner we get to her the better. Set up the time and place,” Anakin says.

“Obi-Wan?” The security says.

“He’s right,” Obi-Wan says.

You had a blind fold on and all you knew was you were outside, cold, and hurting everywhere. You didn’t have any shoes on since you were dragged out of bed. Your nightgown had ripped during the struggle and now there was a huge gash in the side of the fabric. Bruises covered your arms and legs from being thrown around and you resisting being kidnapped. Small cuts and bruises decorated your face as well. Your arms were bound behind your back, fabric was tied so you couldn’t speak or scream for help, silencing devices were placed on your ears so you couldn’t hear the conversation of your captors.

“500,000 credits, as requested,” Obi-Wan says.

“To what do we owe the honor of having two Jedi come for a mere senator,” the man said sarcastically.

“We’ve gotten what you’ve asked for, now we make the exchange,” Obi-Wan says.

“The princess for the money. That’s the agreement,” Anakin says.

“Interesting you call her princess and not senator. I understand she is both but I thought when you abandon your home planet to medal in politics that don’t concern you, you are called senator from there on out,” the man says.

“Enough, we have your credits,” Anakin says.

“Not quite yet Jedi scum! Don’t you wish to know why we took your precious senator? Because we could.” He says. In one hand he holds your neck the other hand he places out for Anakin to hand him the credits. Your breathing picks up when the man grabs your neck. You have no idea what is happening around you or that Anakin and Obi-Wan have come to rescue you. Anakin walks forward holding out the credits. “Easy now,” the man says.

Slowly, Anakin grabs your arm and places the credits in the man’s hand. Suddenly shots from the loft above are fired at the Republic guards and Jedi. Anakin tackles you to the ground, using his body to shield you. Still unaware of what’s going on you panic and try to fight him off of you. Anakin tries to remove your blindfold and silencing devices but you head but him in the face. Obi-Wan races to catch the kidnapper as the republic guards shoot the separatist snipers. Anakin finally rips off your blindfold and ear devices. “It’s me, it’s me,” he says as you stop struggling. He takes out the fabric from your mouth. “I got you, you’re okay,” he says.

“Anakin,” you say with tears in your eyes.

“Y/N,” he says. He quickly breaks your arm restraints and guides you out of the snipers range. The republic guards go after the snipers giving Anakin and Obi-Wan the order to leave without them. Obi-Wan apprehends your kidnapper successfully.

“Get to the hover ship!” Obi-Wan yells to you and Anakin as he walks with the kidnapper.

“How badly are you hurt my love?” Anakin asks softly.

“Everything hurts,” you say as a few tears escape your eyes. You lift the ripped fabric of your night gown aside to reveal bruising on your lower abdomen. “Especially right here,” you say gasping in pain.

“You’re bleeding internally,” Anakin says. “Let me carry you,” You nod, giving him permission to pick you up bridal style and carry you to the ship.

Heyyy I hope you enjoyed this was lowkey so fun to write I love being dramatic lol. If you enjoyed please like and follow for more fics! Any and all positive feedback is much appreciated. I might write part two idk yet but I probably will. Check out my Masterlist if you wanna read some Jason Todd x reader and Dick Grayson x reader fanfics.

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