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[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 9

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I'm posting early this Wednesday! I've down time at work as I wait for the centrifuge to stop spinning my antibodies (48 minutes left of 2 hours). And I have plans after work. So it's either now or at 11 pm my time.

Story Summary: Danny was invited to dinner at Wayne Manor to meet Jazz's boyfriend and his family for the first time. He worked hard to make sure no ghost business would interrupt the evening. But when he arrived, all he could focus on was the ghost of the dead Robin that seemed to haunt Jason.

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Jason’s voice was low and threatening. “It’s an ice duck made of Lazarus water.”

More alarming than his voice was the way his eyes glowed ecto-green and the fear-anger that filled the room.

Thank the ancients for Jazz, because he had no idea how to respond to that. She was the one who placed a hand on Jason’s arm and asked, “What’s Lazarus water?”

Meanwhile, Danny focused on sending out calm, no danger, safe feelings to counteract Jason’s projections.

It seemed to work slightly as Jason lowered his gun, but he didn’t put it away. “Just green, bubbling liquid that collects in pits and will kill the healthy but return the mortally wounded to life with a side dose of uncontrollable rage.” His eyes were glued to the duck in Danny’s hands.

That sounded like the opposite of good, Pariah curse it. “Jazz, why do your in-laws keep giving me more work to do?” Danny groaned as he mentally moved a few things around his to-do list.

He handed the duck to Robin who gave a thanks trill as he took it.

Danny continued, “And, Jason, can you tell me where these pits are so I can get rid of them? Sounds like there’s some leaks between the Infinite Realms and the moral realms that were never dealt with because Pariah was the worst.”

“Who is this ‘Pariah’ person?” asked Damian. “You have mentioned them before.”

Danny was going to reply when Alfred cleared his throat and the table went silent to look at him. “I understand there’s a lot of information everyone wants to know from our guests, however I believe it has been recognized that they wish us no harm. So perhaps we might allow them to at least taste the pie Master Jason and I worked hard on? We also have ice cream, Mr. Danny.”

Jazz took the excuse to tug on Jason’s arm. He hesitated a moment, still looking uncertainly at his ghost playing with the duck, but obediently sat down without saying anything more.

“I haven’t had ice cream in ages,” admitted Danny. “Haven’t even been on Earth for months my-time. Only been a few weeks Earth-time, though.” Taking his fork in hand, he tried a bite of the pie. It had at least four different types of fruit from what he could see—cherries, raspberries, strawberries, and peaches. It was amazing. Over the time they’d been talking, it had cooled slightly, but was still warm. “Holy shit, you two made this? It’s so good!” Without waiting for a response he took another bite. “Ancients, I miss Earth food when I’m gone so long. Jazz, can we get burgers tomorrow?”

“Of course, Danny. Has it really been that long for you? When was the last time you saw Sam and Tucker?”

Danny shrugged as he swallowed. “I’ve been out of contact with anyone for a month my-time. Grandpa had me on another planet doing time-stream stuff. But Sam and Tuck were with me in the Realms before that. We had about a week together and they saw me off.”

“I have so many questions based off that statement,” said Dick.

“I’m compiling a list, Dick,” said Tim from the other side of the table.

Alfred cleared his throat again and about half the table muttered a “sorry.”

“Now, Mr. Danny, for ice cream, I’ve made French vanilla and chocolate. Would you like to try one or both?”

“You made the ice cream? I don’t think I’ve ever had homemade ice cream before. Can I take some of both?”

“Of course. Master Jason, could you pass the ice cream to Mr. Danny?”

The wave of annoyance that radiated out of Jason told Danny exactly what he thought of that suggestion. Robin clucked his tongue in reproach. But out loud, Jason just said, “Of course.” He grabbed a covered bucket which must hold the ice cream and passed it to Jazz who gave it to Danny.

“Thanks, dead boyfriend number two!” With a grin, Danny sent back friends, gratitude, happiness to Jason. Just to be contrary.

Jason’s projections morphed into confusion, frustration.

Danny and Robin looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Mind explaining what’s so funny to the class?” asked Jazz with a hint of annoyance in her voice.

Rather than answer her directly, Danny spoke to Jason. “Hey, Jay, can I call you Jay? Well, we’re gonna be brothers-in-law so I’m gonna. You really need to work on controlling what emotions you’re projecting. Otherwise I might get hurt by how much you don’t trust me.” He pouted and played up the offense, but only held it for a second before opening the ice cream and giving himself a large scoop of each flavor. “Oh, Robin, you can eat the duck, by the way. Like a popsicle. Have dessert with us.”

“What do you mean projecting? And brothers-in-law?” demanded Jason.

Danny ignored him in favor of Robin who grinned widely and licked the head of the duck. Outwardly, he projected tasty, gratitude. To really push the point home, he popped the head of the duck in his mouth and used his now-free hands to sign something.

Dick translated, “He says it’s good.”

“Of course it is. He’s a baby ghost, needs his ecto!” Danny took a bite of ice cream.

Jazz cleared her throat and said in a conversational tone, “Danny, remember the conversation we had about spoilers?”

“Hmmm?” asked Danny around a spoonful of pie. It was so good.

“Spoilers, Danny. You’ve let some slip.”

“I have?” Danny thought back over the things he’d said recently and froze. “You and Jason aren’t engaged yet.”

Jazz closed her eyes and looked up. “No, Danny. We’re not.”

Danny flushed and rubbed the back of his head. “Sorry! Honest mistake. At least I haven’t told you how—”

Jazz slammed a hand over his mouth. “Don’t you dare, Daniel James! No spoilers!”

Danny grinned into her hand and licked her palm.

“Danny! Gross!” she cried as she pulled her hand away. “I know you have hand sanitizer in that bottomless pit of yours. Pass it over.”

As he was reaching into his bag, he noticed Robin had left his spot in front of Danny and moved until he was floating in front of Bruce where he seemed to be signing something. Cass stood up and took her plate, moving to sit next to Steph and Robin took her seat. The ghost smiled up at Bruce who looked back at him with a frown.

Danny sent out a pulse of concern, you okay?

Robin nodded. Happy, comfortable.

Ghosts couldn’t lie when they communicated with core-feelings, so Danny nodded and went back to searching for the hand sanitizer which he handed to Jazz.

Jason was back to staring at him, though. “Hey, Alfie? Can I ask Danny a question?”

Alfred let out a put-upon sigh. “You, and you alone”—he gave a look to everyone at the table—“may ask Mr. Danny a single question. All other questions must wait until Mr. Danny has finished his dessert and informs you he is willing to answer more of them.”

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Next

I just want to tell all of you how much I loved every comment demanding Danny get to eat his pie. You all really made my week.

Over the weekend, I shared a bit more of the fic where Danny and Tim were online childhood friends. Check it out if that's something you're interested in!

And I guess I didn't include line I shared as part of the tag game in this update. I'm trying to give myself more of a buffer in case I can't get as much writing done in the upcoming weeks, so the segments I share might by somewhat shorter.

Tag List Part 1

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[blmpff]

Not A New Drinking Game: take a shot every time Ray says please

[runixa]

I have captured a capricious spirit (Eustace) and am entrancing it with earthly delights (scritches)

[bronzetomatoes]

what did nardwuar do to you to make you pissed off…

Nothing at all really i just find him annoying 😭 which I believe is part of his shtick but nonetheless

[xxplastic-cubexx]

obligatory beach divorce doodling

bonus rough cover redraw of x-men #41 (1995) But Beach Divorce below cut

[gotta-bail-my-quails]

reminds me of this totally not fake advertisement i made in high school for an assignment

Why do rocks exist?

To keep your feet warm. You may think I misread and am referring to socks, but I am not. You have all been using both rocks and socks wrong all this time.

[zrllosyn-art]

I put way too much effort into this LMAO but, have a translated version of the clip the official KN8 twitter put up.

It didnt seem like they planned on puttin out an english subs ver so I did it myself

[lyss-sketchbox]

Yall my pokemon is looking weird

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Transcript:

Gabriel : Please, council. I know I failed you, but surely there's another way besides turning me into a marketable plushie?

No!

AAAAAHHHHH-*Squeak*

This is my lowest point, but I know it can't get worse from here.

Who's that? Someone approaches! Perhaps they could help me?

You! Listen, I need you to get me out of here.

What is that claw descending upon me?

No!

EGH-*Squeak* It squeezes me pretty tight!

Agh, oh it's carrying me to the exit. Thank heaven!

It's about to- *Squeak* AGH! Oh!

You had missed, fuck!

Try- try it again.

Come on I know you have another quarter, yes?

Yes, try it again, yes.

Okay, this time I'm out.

I'm out! I'm- *Squeak* AGHHH!

AW YOU FUCK.

V1 : YAYYY.

Gabriel : SUCH A- JUST BREAK THE GLASS.

FUCKIN' IDIOT.

Audio source

[theknightlywolfe]

"you overestimate the size of my penis, it's quite literally concave"

I kinda want a shirt that says, "J.K. Rowling is obsessed with my COCK."

[flwrkid14]

The Batfamily and Their Resident Alley Cat

Tim Drake walked into the Batfamily’s lives the same way an alley cat wanders into someone’s home: scrappy, uninvited, and entirely certain he belonged. And somehow, he stayed.

There’s no formal discussion about it, but everyone just… treats Tim like a cat. Not in a bad way! No, it’s all affectionate, in their weird, batfamily sort of way. They praise him endlessly, the same way someone would coo over a stray that managed to charm its way into a warm house. They show him off too, proudly talk about him to anyone who will listen, like he’s a rare find, even though—to outsiders—he looks about as approachable as a cornered feral. (And to be fair, Tim will scratch if you get too close. He’s been known to bite, too, though usually in a verbal sense.)

The parallels don’t end there. If Tim ever decides you’re safe enough to relax around? To nap on? That’s it, you’re trapped. It’s an unspoken rule. If Tim curls up against you, head resting on your shoulder or his legs slung across your lap, you do not move. No one dares risk waking him up. Not only because he probably hasn’t slept in three days, but also because disturbing Tim in his rare moments of peace is sacrilege. Bruce has postponed meetings. Jason once held in a sneeze so violently it gave him a headache. Damian—Damian—sat perfectly still for over an hour because Tim had nodded off against his side, even though his arm had long since gone numb.

Startling Tim is another no-go. They all learned that the hard way. The first (and last) time Dick snuck up on Tim while he was deep in thought, Tim had reacted on instinct—nearly taking Dick’s eye out with a pencil. Since then, they’ve all adopted a “gentle approach” policy. Announce yourself softly, no sudden movements, and maybe bring a peace offering (read: zesti, to further grow his unfound stash hidden somewhere in the manor).

But beyond the quirks and the care they take around him, there’s a trust in Tim that runs deep. Like a cat, Tim has an uncanny sense for people. If he trusts someone right away, that person is good—no further questions needed. If Tim is skittish, more guarded? They all take note. Tim’s instincts are sharp, and the family has learned to respect them. It’s an unspoken rule: if Tim doesn’t like someone, you’re on thin ice until proven otherwise.

There’s something endearing about it all, really. About the way Tim has carved out his space among them, the way they’ve adjusted their lives to accommodate him without even realizing it. He’s their alley cat—scrappy, fiercely independent, a little rough around the edges, but theirs.

And no matter how sharp his claws might be, no matter how many times he insists he doesn’t need anyone, they’ll always make room for him. Because Tim Drake didn’t just wander into their lives—he chose them. And they’re damn lucky he did.

[objektum]

OBJECTUM PEOPLE. How did you figure out you're objectum. GO

[bunnieswithknives]

Alive Beetlejuice AU that I am rotating in my brain rn. He is so so bad at acting human, he doesn't even bother looking the part and he has no idea how much money is worth.

[leatherbookmark]

gotta flaunt your assets

[lunian]

Thats it

I dont play this game seriously anymore😔

When you are full on armored, ready to fight an army and gods, covered in blood of the enemies and then theres your wizard boyfriend taking all sl*tty work on himself

[xxplastic-cubexx]

if i said i picked up this issue for anything but drunk erik i fear i'd be lying

(Wolverine (2020) #3)