#local area man goes blind after viewing danny's fuck off huge aura

[iril-the-warlock]

Really makes me feel like this goes super great into a very cursed Fenton family au: like, the Wayne's are descendants from the nightingale like of the Fentonnightingales and so aren't AS cursed, but they counteracted that by living in gotham of all places. Danny's got So Many curses my dudes, just, everything, beacon of undead to himself, bad luck, always hunted, paranoia (it's not paranoia if they're really out to get you) etc etc and like, it's bad my dudes.

Jazz escapes the curses by having a stupidly op warded bear(because I love that au idea)

Danny took a summer and went full on occultist to get some gosh darn sleep. He had Sam drag him to a bunch of seminars, conventions, and they hunted down John Constantine for tax evasion and profit (and for his tips on occult crap). Danny shows up to gotham with cany cigarettes, a lime green trench coat and the deepest eyebags anyone has ever met. They're full Gucci.

The bats are concerned.

Danny finally gets done warding his room, gets a fantastic night's sleep, and starts hunting down the gotham curses (with Lady Gotham's permission) because he might not be able to fix the curses on him and his bloodline, but damn if he's not gonna help out Aunti Gotham

Dp x dc scenarios I forgot

Danny had just moved into the Wayne manor. The whole situation was messed up. Danny had been regularly targeted by mysterious beings and Danny being the second removed cousin of the Waynes was placed with Bruce. It did not help that he had black hair and blue eyes.

When Danny finally came from the airport he immediately requested to go to his room. And they were very understanding of his situation and didn't push much further. And left him alone.

Until Dick came over to check on him. And found him putting square papers in the corners and windows. All of them having been written in unknown language. That was faintly glowing green.

That was deeply. . . . Concerning. So Dick softly made himself known and slowly asked

"Um, whacha doing?" The teen turned to Dick, quickly like a spring being unloaded. Quick and precise. His eyes seemed so unmoving, like he was judging his very existence.

"Sorry. . . I am just putting up wards. Keeps the voices quiet, and the dead quieter."

Dick softly inhaled and mumbled " not dealing with that , alone. And decided to bring some reinforcements. Quickly

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Danny was more than annoyed. His parents managed to mess up big time to awaken old curses on the Fenton family bloodline. And now it was targeting him. As the currently strongest Fenton descendant .

I mean they were weak but they had sacrificed themselves and only have mind on their vengeance and In return became blood hounds that were annoying and loud.

And unmoving in their resolve.

He was losing a lot of sleep over this. Finally his parents decided to do something and in the mean time sent him off to a distant relative. Hoping that changing of custody can change his last name and forgive him from the curse.

Spoiler alert it didn't.

When he finally arrived at the manor he was already ready to pass out from exhaustion. And walked directly to his room and started preparing wards. It should help. In the middle of the preparation the oldest came and literally told him what he was doing. It didn't help that he was still cranky and that made him much weirder than usual. The man made a weird face and quickly excused himself.

Great another person who thinks he is a weirdo.

"Just what language is this" ughh another voice. He was not in the mood to play exposition. Nor in the mindset.

"The language of the unborn. " He just started quickly not done with the wards. It still needed protection against tampering.

"Uh huh"

"What does it do?" Another asked

"Keeps the voices away, the sources in the primordial soup and the forgotten whisperers as just a trace" he is aware he is being like clockwork but who cares. He is too tired to care.