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Ghoap Cheating Ficlet Pt 2: Ghost POV

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Ghost, of course, is absolutely convinced Johnny is cheating on him.

Johnny didn’t come back to Simon’s room last night even though he promised. He is skittish all morning. Doesn’t let Simon in his room. Is he hiding someone- No. No Johnny wouldn’t do that to him. Not after everything they have been through together. Not after everything Simon has told him, trusted him with.

He could have sworn there was a black hair on the sheets Johnny is hurrying down the hall to get rid of. Simon shakes his head to dislodge the nausea slowly raising in his stomach.

Fifteen minutes later there is a guy disappearing down the corridor, Johnny’s „Text me later!“ burning a hole into Simons heart. Surely he heard wrong. He would be the bad guy here if he did not believe Johnny’s explanation. No matter how- disjointed it sounds.

In the mess Simon ignores the first three texts lighting up Johnny’s screen. This is not a telenovela, he will not play the part of the jealous boyfriend- but when another two come in in quick succession he can not stop his eyes from snapping over.

‚MM‘

‚9 New Messages‘

It reads in big bold letters. Simon knows Johnny has saved all his contacts with first and last name, even him. There is something dark and primal and broken brewing deep within his guts.

Like a bloody grown up he asks Johnny about the messages when he returns. Barely gets a full sentence in return before his Sergeant is gone, phone clutched to his chest. Simon doesn’t think, just stands and follows right after him.

His steps are silent, breath even. It’s almost as if he is in the field, tailing a target. The only thing off is the way his heart is threatening to beat right out of his chest. Johnny wouldn’t. He would never-

There is a shirtless man on Johnny’s screen, grinning brightly into the lens. Someone’s beside him Simon thinks, but Soap turns before he can make out any specifics and- is that a picture from last night? After the two of them had stumbled into Johnny’s bed, tangled up together. Fucked on the very same bed Simon fell asleep on three days ago, pressed to Johnny’s broad back. Woke up together tangled in soiled sheets Johnny hurried to get rid of right away.

The look on Johnny’s face can not be described as anything other than panicked. „I can explain-„

Simon can not do this. He runs. He runs from all the hours spend pressed against warm skin. He runs from all the words whispered as the sun rose behind drawn curtains. He runs from the feeling threatening to rip open his chest.

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Johnny doesn’t see Simon for two days straight. He isn’t there during drills, another Lieutenant covering his shift. Doesn’t open his door whenever Soap knocks.

Gaz and Price thrown him questioning looks he can only answer with a shrug. He doesn’t know what is eating Simon either. But it is getting close to Christmas. Maybe that’s it.

He will ask the Captain for a free weekend sometime early December. Get the two of them out of the city and away from all of the holiday hustle and bustle. Take Simon’s mind off things.

Yeah, a few days away from it all, just the two of them. That sounds nice.

But before all that he needs to find a permanent home for Lieutenant Meow.

Yesterday Mathewson and he nearly got caught trying to smuggle her into the kitchens to find her some milk and a bit of meat. They were out of there before anyone could stop and ask for their names, but Soaps haircut was a kind of curse in that regard.

He wouldn’t be surprised if the attending Chef ran straight to Ghost or Price. Just his luck.

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Simon nearly decks the chef complaining about „Sergeants abusing their ranks to sneak about for little trysts where they are not supposed to be-„ but manages to ask for the other recruits name before he speaks some placating words to get rid of the guy.

Marvin Mathewson. MM. Ghost looks up his file. Under appearance his hair colour is listed as black.

Simon isn’t stupid. He knows he is damaged goods. Has been broken beyond repair, barely managed to cobble together enough working parts to make up a human being.

But he has made peace with himself. Worked through all the pain and trauma to reach a place of mind that allowed him happiness. That allowed him to open up to Johnny and accept his- love. What he had thought to be love.

But apparently Simon isn’t enough. Not for Johnny. Maybe he lost his appeal sometime after he managed to loose the mask in private. Mystery solved.

Maybe Johnny’s just got sick of all the nights Simons nightmares keep them awake. He has enough on his own, doesn’t need Ghost to rob him of the few nights he manages to catch some sleep.

Maybe- it doesn’t matter. Simon isn’t enough. So Johnny went somewhere else. To someone else.

And fuck. Simon loves him. He is angry and hurt and feels like he is bleeding out on the inside, but he loves Johnny. He wants him to be happy. And it is fucking pathetic but if Simon isn’t enough, if Johnny needs someone else too, then maybe Ghost can let him have that.

He can turn a blind eye. Can pretend everything is alright. Can play the oblivious bastard waiting for Johnny to come home, not noticing his smell tinged with another mans cologne.

For Johnny’s happiness he is willing to do a lot of things.

That night when a knock sounds on his door, Simon doesn’t hide underneath his covers.

He gets up and lets Johnny kiss him, kisses him back so desperately it almost hurts. Lets himself be pressed down into the mattress and clings to naked skin, sucks marks into Johnny’s throat, leaves scratches down his back. Pretends not to see the ones already there, the ones on his arms and neck Simon knows he isn’t responsible for.

Despite the nausea he tries his very best not to breathe in too deeply.

Yeah, this is all he needs. Whatever Johnny is willing to give him, is gonna have to be enough.

[absolutely-esme]

Damian takes them to task on coms.

Paranoia runs rampant as the other Bats accuse each other and try to figure out who did it. (Each Bat knows they didn't do it but fully believe one of the others would.)

Danny: So I may have did a bit of an oopsie daisy.

Jazz: … define a bit.

Danny: you know how you were telling me about the two main ways of conditioning?

Jazz: Yes?

Danny: And you remember how I said Pavlov’s dog sounded strangely familiar?

Jazz watching her brother pace: Danny?

Danny: Well, there’s this guy in my lit class who was very pretty and I heard he was vegan and you know that giant bag of vegan candy Sam sent?

Jazz: Please tell me you didn’t.

Danny: Not on purpose! You know how big that bag is! And I can’t just throw it way it’s good candy! So I just, kept giving him a couple pieces when I saw him! I didn’t even realize what I did until I passed him in the hall earlier and he nearly smiled at me and he never smiles!

Jazz: only you little brother.

Danny flopping on the floor dramatically: he just looked to the floor in confusion Jazz! Like visible confusion!

[absolutely-esme]

The Bats are growing more concerned with each new riddle.

Danny is having the time of his life.

Danny and the Riddler getting on like a house on fire because Danny is used to helping ghosts with their obsession and the Riddler gets enrichment time

Like, Danny answers riddles but he makes a show out of thinking about them out loud and taking his time and appreciating the riddle

Which is very different from the people either doing it out of fear, being done with him or super quickly

[absolutely-esme]

Jason decides he needs to identify this unknown and learn enough about them to come up with an equally thoughtful gesture.

Danny is very happy with the selection of cheesy movies and home-cooked food he begins receiving. Gift baskets were definitely the way to go. Maybe the local halfa will even be his friend? It would be nice to have another half ghost to talk to. Dani's great, but she was never fully human and doesn't understand the experience of becoming something else.

Jason and Danny have this whole arc of getting to know each other and growing closer. Jason is enthusiastically courting Danny. Danny is oblivious to the romantic side of things (but somehow still doing okay at it?) until they've been properly dating for like a month.

Danny has to scramble to reassure Jason that, yes, he does want to be dating him. He just hadn't realized he was.

Tucker sends Jason a jokingly commiserating email with a sound clip of teenage Danny saying "This is Clueless One to Goth One. Why is my codename Clueless One?"

Is this courtship?

Danny is going to Gotham for his scholarship.

Good news! There's another halfa in the city, and he seems to be a good guy. Bad news: the nearest path to his university is through that halfta's haunt. He could take the long way around, but the costs would be more than his budget can handle, and he'd like to avoid dealing with a pissed-off Red Hood.

Hopefully the offerings will be enough to sate his annoyance (and help maybe, god that man has the most malnourished core he's ever seen).

Jason is getting incredibly confused over the strange gift baskets that keep appearing on his patrol routes.

[absolutely-esme]

Gotham is now convinced that Bruce has a long lost twin who was tragically separated from the family at birth and that Thomas and Martha spent years frantically searching for him in secret while also trying to be good parents to their remaining son until the search was brought to an end when their lives were cut short.

Look, life in Gotham is stressful. Let the Gothamites enjoy their made up soap opera drama, or they might shank you.

Writing Prompt #11

It's an innocent ("please," Jason sneers, "there's nothing innocent about a plagiaristic propaganda machine encouraging minors to dance for sick ol' pervs while it spews misogynistic hate speech.'"

"okay, boomer,"

"the fuck did you just call me, replacement?") TikTok, one of those ones that kind of simmers in the background for a few weeks until someone with a decent enough following posts it on the Platform Formerly Known as Twitter and from there it seriously catches traction, blowing up until Tim knocks on Bruce's office door, phone in hand. Damian stands behind him, arms crossed and clearly simmering.

Bruce, fresh off a series of zoom conferences, raises an eyebrow.

"Okay, so you haven't seen it," Tim decides, striding forward.

Bruce's eyebrow jumps a smidge higher, on the edge of concern, as Tim thrusts his phone into his grasp.

"So," he begins, reaching over to refresh the mobile page "there's a video that's been making the rounds on Twitter and—well you should probably see it," He sighs over Damian's scoff as he clicks through the pop-up asking him to sign in or join TikTok, and presses "Watch Again", unmuting the video.

🎶 "Doo, badoo-badoo-badoo Badoo-badoo-badoo-badoo,"🎶 an upbeat background song hums as someone, presumably a student, films a school hallway with their phone. They walk past students talking near their lockers, some of whom flash peace signs and silly grins as the camera swings their way before continuing on.

But the main point Bruce gets stuck on is the all lowercase white text at the center of the screen that an automated woman's voice awkwardly narrates:

"when you go to school with bruce wayne's other long lost lovechild"

The student filming comes up behind a much taller student who faces away from him, in conversation with a black haired pale teenaged girl. She spots the cameraman and shoots him a confused, disgruntled look, saying something to the boy who then turns around.

Bruce quietly observes as the camera zooms in on a boy around Tim's page, possibly older. Tall and broad-shouldered, with a strong jaw, he raises an eyebrow at the one filming, looking beyond the camera, pitch black hair with blue undertones falling into his blue eyes. The camera momentarily zooms too far into those eyes then abruptly pulls back as he quirks a puzzled smile at the viewer, mouthing out an easily understandable "hi?".

The TikTok ends and seamlessly transitions to a person balancing their cat on an exercise ball with minimal success and this time Bruce presses the Watch Again button. The heart on the right side claims 750k likes.

Damian scoffs, louder, as it ends. "Clearly it is a hoax, but it has been popular among my classmates."

"The board hasn't made much noise about it—" Tim starts.

"And they won't," Bruce says, lifting his eyes from his phone. "Wayne Industries doesn't give statements on videos like these, no matter how viral they become. I've been getting lovechild claims since before I adopted Dick."

Which Tim knows, which is why his insistence on showing Bruce this one raises his hackles. He pins Tim down with a stare and despite Tim's perfected PR mask, he can see Tim is unsettled.

"B...he really, really looks like you." Tim admits. Damian scoffs for a third time and Tim shoots him a glare, "I get it, you don't see it, but you haven't seen the pictures of Bruce when he was younger."

"I don't need to!" Damian says angrily. "You're all being ridiculous!"

"All?" Bruce asks. Tim shifts awkwardly. "The family group chat has been talking," he says.

"I see," Bruce says. Because he does. Many claim Damian to be his doppelganger, but the boy actually favors Talia not just in skin tone but in the shape and color of his eyes, as well as the soft slope of her mouth and ears. Whether those features will sharpen once he goes through puberty is anyone's guess.

But this young man has Bruce's eyes. Martha's eyes.

That night they have a suspiciously full house for dinner, with even Jason dropping in, but no one says anything until Barbara wheels in for dessert, carrying a manila folder on her lap.

"What?" she says, when everyone stares. "Dick told me it was crème brûlée today!"

Bruce extends a hand wordlessly, and Barbara sheepishly hands the folder over.

"Bruce," she says, before he can open it, "I wouldn't have looked into this normally, but,"

"Just say it," Jason says, leaning back in his chair. "Take away the gray hairs, the receding hairline, and the wrinkles and the kid's a dead match."

"Take it back, Todd," Damian growls, "Father has a very full head of hair!"

"Not to mention a failed track record at keeping it in his pants, Exhibit A," Jason continues, pointing a fork at Damian, "oh wait," he says gleefully, "kid is definitely 18, so I guess that would make you Exhibit B!"

The table erupts, cutlery tinkling as Damian gets a knee up on the table to hurl himself at a cackling Todd, Dick jumping up to grab him as the others lean out of the way—

"Ahem!" Everyone stops cold as Alfred stands in the doorway, porcelain ramekins of crème brûlée stacked perfectly on a silver tray. Under his gaze, everyone sits back down, Damian and Jason both quietly uttering a "Sorry Alfie/Alfred," as they straighten up.

Bruce is oblivious to the chaos, Barbara biting her lip beside him as he stares blankly inside the folder at the printed copy of an adoption certificate.

Two days and several million likes later, another TikTok goes viral from the same user. Caught in the moment as whoever is filming runs up to the group, the same young man is chatting with a blonde in a red letterman jacket, a partially formed crowd around them. Even with one leg still in the cafeteria table, he towers over everyone.

"—sh. Look, we're all possibly Bruce Wayne's son!" the boy snarks. He has his hands out, palms up as if he's making a great point, and as he looks around he catches sight of the cameraman and his smirk drops.

"Ah Mac, c'mon dude not again—" and the TikTok ends.

[absolutely-esme]

There's a mention of testing some things. Whichever Bat hears thinks they play Mad Scientist and Experiment instead of playing Doctor. It's actually just Tim making Danny chew things for science.

At some point Tim finds out Danny can do that thing where he opens a hole through his torso so that projectiles can pass through. Tim asks if he can touch. Danny agrees. It tickles! Danny reflexively closes the hole, then immediately checks to make sure Tim is fine. Tim says something to the effect of "it's fine, it just pushed me out when it tightened up." This devolves into a tickle fight with much sqealing. Whichever bat was about to enter the room decides not to.

At some point Danny realizes he can make his skin invisible and decides to use this new ability to freak someone out. Tim is briefly scared, before quickly becoming fascinated once realizes that Danny is okay. One of the Bats overhears him saying "I can see inside you," and gets the wrong idea.

Eventually, the misunderstanding get cleared up and Tim and Danny are both blushing furiously and one of them says something like "it's not our fault you're all dirty-minded!"

Ghost Fangs

After so much time changing between forms, Danny thought that he would no longer have external changes. His human and ghost forms were a bit more combined than when he was a teenager but it wasn't as much of a problem for him now that ghosts weren't actively trying to wipe out humanity and his parents had more or less accepted him.

The problem was when he started his internship at Wayne Enterprises and his teeth started to hurt. He didn't pay much attention to it at first since maybe he should visit Frostbite or some normal dentist. Cavities were pretty common when you ate fast food growing up.

The problem was when three days after the pain started, one of his teeth fell out. That didn't make much sense since the halfa had shed his baby teeth long time ago, and those were supposed to be "permanent".

He decided not to smile and continue working, avoiding anyone that could notice the change but the hole in his teeth was obvious when he looked in the mirror. Then another tooth fell, and he felt his gums itch. Something was beginning to grow.

That was how Danny started changing his teeth into ghost fangs at the worst possible time. Worst of all, he was sure he was growing a third, maybe fourth row of fangs, and fuck how was he going to hide it from his bosses?

He couldn't pretend that he was mute! What if a tooth fell out during work and someone found it? It was a nightmare!

[absolutely-esme]

Something that would be funny is if Tim and Danny meet and clear up Tim's misunderstanding without realizing the misunderstanding Tim caused.

Tim is relieved that he was rescued by his hero crush and not captured by the League of Assassins.

They talk about how Tim reached the point of collapsing at Danny's doorstep, and Danny agrees to help Tim find Bruce. Tim is thrilled because it means they can get to work at saving Bruce without having to go through the process of convincing someone who's already decided that Tim is hallucinating out of grief.

They borrow the Infimap and have some adventures through time, during which the crush becomes mutual. Eventually, they manage to find and retrieve Bruce. The Omega Energy buildup is handled more easily in the Infinite Realms and Bruce is saved.

Tim and Bruce have a tearful reunion. Then Bruce heads home and Tim stays a bit longer to talk things out with Danny and help him with some things.

Tim and Danny get together. Tim meets Danny's friends and family. Tim learns that Danny is going to college in Gotham and is happy about it.

One of the people Tim meets is Ellie (Dani with an i). In this story, Ellie aged backwards until her physical age and true age match. After reaching equilibrium, she ages normally. Ellie alternates between exploring the world and staying with people she trusts.

Tim returns to Gotham, Danny moves into the dorms. Things are going about as smoothly as life ever does.

Ellie stops by Gotham and asks to stay with Tim for a while because she wants to get to know him better. Tim agrees.

This is around the time that the rumors reach the Batfamily.

For a while, the other members of the Justice League tried to keep Constantine away from Gotham because Batman needed to recover and settle back in. Eventually, he gets past them and confronts the Bats like "Why are the Infinite Realms buzzing with gossip about the bloody King of Ghost's pregnant human lover having to flee their home because you lot were after them?"

The Bats don't immediately make the connection. They think they would remember trying to arrest a pregnant woman.

They're also a little distracted because a newspaper or magazine recently published a photo of Tim Drake holding the hand of a little girl with black hair and blue eyes as they walk along. The Bats want to know what's up with that. When one of them goes to ask Tim, they see him standing on the roof of The Nest with the same little girl, who transforms into an ethereal form before flying off with another spirit as Tim calls out "the Pizza should be here by the time you get back."

Now the Bats are doing mental math. How old is she? How does human/ghost reproduction work? Is it possible?

Maybe they get a tidbit from someone who overheard Tim venting to someone about how Tim overheard Dick considering sending him to Arkham. Dick would have never actually done it, but Tim wasn't willing to risk it.

Come to think of it, hadn't the beings that helped Tim save Bruce been from the Infinite Realms?

Oh no.

Ohhh no.

Cue Bat-panic.

Meanwhile, Tim and Danny are living their best lives, completely oblivious to all of this.

Phantom's number 1 Fan. Part 2

Tim wakes a few days later, half submerged in liquid and hooked to various machines. He is in a tub shaped like a bed, obviously meant to sleep in. Around him is what he hopes is a hospital room with medical tools scattered about and soft blue paint that turns to the night sky the higher it goes on the wall.

On the ceiling are paintings of various constellations. It's rather beautiful.

Tim also notices he feels no pain. None. Not even the aches of his bones after years of abuse while fighting crime. He thinks that's a bit strange since the last thing he could clearly remember was barely escaping Ra's al Ghul, losing his spleen, and gaining more wounds from angry assassins on his way out.

He had been flying half-blind, blinking in and out of awareness. He thinks at one point, Cassie had attempted to call him, and he may have answered, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember what he told her.

He did remember what she said in response. She sounded so desperate as she begged over the S-Batplane speakers. "Please, Tim, you're not well. Let us help you. Just tell me where you are."

Too bad for her, since the S in S-Batplane stand for Secert because Tim had built that one on his own in Secert. There was no way she or any of the hero community could track him in it since they had no idea it existed until Tim had taken it and his supplies on his solo mission to save Bruce.

Tim will admit that he is happy they noticed he went missing- even if it was three months too late. Not that it mattered much. The rest of the Bats wanted nothing to do with him. The world only saw him as a young easy wallet as a shiny new CEO. And his friends were all dead or convinced he was insane by Dick.

Tim didn't have anyone to notice he was gone anymore. But Bruce needed him to push through the ache and get him home.

As the Robin who Bruce trained to put the mission first no matter the cost, the one that came after Jason's death so, Bruce stopped allowing himself to think of Robin as a son and more along the lines of a soldier; he quickly shut down the crying child that wailed for someone to believe him, to support him.

Sometimes it felt like Tim was still waiting by the door of Drake Manor, waiting for someone to come and care for him, to stay for him.

The door to his room opens, snapping Tim back to the present. He automatically stiffens, expecting more of the League of Assassins. He can't remember much, but he guessed he was captured by the fact he was sitting in a green glowing water.

He was not, however, expecting a Yeti to walk in, reading a clipboard.

The Yeti looks up, bearing its teeth at Tim when he notices him awake. It takes a moment to realize the action is supposed to be a smile. "Great One's Honored Guest, I am so glad you have awakened. I am FrostBite, your doctor for the remainder of your recovery."

Okay. Ra's has Yetis at his disposal.

He was the only person that Tim knew as the "Great One." Usually, his most loyal operatives too, which means he was deep within Ra's territory.

FrostBrite pauses for a response, but when Tim remains silent, he holds up his board. "It seems to me that most of your wounds have healed. The only problem is that your spleen could not be salvaged due to the damage."

Tim fights to keep the despair off his face. He figured that was the case, seeing as Ras's had it in a jar, but he had hoped.

"...I understand this may be a difficult adjustment. You will always have to be careful when being ill. Even a simple cold could be disastrous." Frostbite steps close, taping one giant claw on the tub's edge. "The Great One has ordered we keep consistent Ecoplasm Baths at the ready for the remainder of your natural life."

Fuck. The Yeti is saying Ra will never let him leave again. It's a threat disguised as a offer of help.

Tim glares down at his hands. They lay within Lazarus' water, gently healing his small scars. This must be some of the purest Lazarus he's ever seen. It must be Ra's own special blend.

The only reason he is wasting it on Tim is that Ra's wants an heir from him. Or for him to become the Heir. He doesn't know, which makes him feel worse but he does know what lust looks like.

It's one that Ra's has aimed at him for too long.

He may as well get this over with. Learn as much as he can. Plan an escape. The best way to do all that is to simply ask.

"When is the wedding?"

Frostbite freezes. "I beg your pardon? Whos wedding?"

"Th Great One and mine" because the madman would never allow a bastard to inherit his empire.

"You and the Great One....are paramours?" Frostbite sounds awe. Shoot his medic doesn't know anything. The Yeti is likely low ranking.

Tim looks away, and the giant white creature jerks into action. "I apologize for not treating the Great One's beloved properly. I shall have servants bring up a meal while you soak. And the finest robe we have! Sweets and messages....offers of gold?....humans always like gold."

He waits until the Yeti leaves, mumbles of giving him the royal treatment echoing in his wake. Tim sighs, sinking into the water. He knows he is being watched as that's what he would do, so for now he needs to stay put and heal.

He's never going to get Bruce back if he acts too rashly without knowing where he is and what else Ra has under his control. Yetis were no easy feat to beat on his own. He like to avoid....a vampire or something too.

Half an hour later, FrostBite returns with the promised meal and change of clothes. Smaller Yetis help him dress in threads of the finest silks. They feel like heaven on his sensitive skin. Tim feels soft and warm all over, pampered beyond belief.

It's been so long since he just had a moment to rest.

He asks for a walk which he is only permitted after Frostbites clears him. It's while he is wandering that he realizes he is in some winter castle. Everywhere he looks, there is ice, snow, and yetis.

He notices all the guards and makes mental maps of possible weak spots. He wonders why he's not freezing despite only being in a thin silk robe. A form of magic?

A few yetis- servants he can tell by their mannerisms- bow as he wanders about. He can't tell where he is based on the sun or the environment. It's....somehow different.

"That's him?" A young female voice asks. He turns his head slightly to catch the speaker in his provisional vision. It's one of the smaller Yetis....he assumes she's a child? Hard to tell when she still towers over him. "The Great One's future spouse?"

"Yes, I heard King Frostbite, himself, tell the Head Butler"

"He's weak," another Yeti says with disapproval. He sounds male but young as well. Not even a teenager. "He does not even have a core."

"He is a human." A much older voice replies. She sounds like Tim's age based on vocal cords. "Humans are not meant to have cores. Despite this he is a formidable fighter. He has to be to have attracted the Great One's eye."

"Maybe not. I heard humans enjoy being cared for like children. They even call partners things like Mommy and Daddy."

"Why?" The boy Yeti sounds horrified.

"Apparently it's seen as attractive"

"That's disgusting."

Tim turns a corner cutting off the conversation as the Yetis snap to attention. They bow low at the waist as he walks by.

He nods at them, which seems to startle a lot of them. Not that he's surprised. The AL Ghuls likely treated them like decorations and never fully acknowledged them.

Tim barely hears the young boy gasp. "He's beautiful."

"That's likely why the Great One is so bestowed."

Tim sighs walking back to his room with a escape plan half formed.

Elsewhere, the rumor mill in the Ghost Zone is running over time as news of King Phantom's human husband-to-be is spread far and wide. Leaders of the Ghost Zone quickly prepare for a ball that will likely be called to celebrate the union.

They have gifts gathered, each wanting to gain favor with the King. The Far Frozen gets overwhelming requests to visit the future Consort, but seeing as King Phantom had to return to the human world, thus leaving his fiancé in their care, they reject all. They do not want the boy to be overwhelmed or caught unawares if he is not tried in any form of politics.

It would not allow him to become a threat to the King's authority's pawn.

This led to even more rumors starting.

By the time they reached John Constine- the only human who has any form of contact with the Realms- the word is that King Phantom's human was currently carrying their child, wanting to marry before the baby was born, and that he was running from a group of humans known as "The Bats."

He was as beautiful as the King Phantom was powerful- which meant he was utterly breathtaking for a human- and that King Phantom was currently in the human world hunting down those who threaten his family.

Across the dimension plane, Danny is blissfully unaware of the misunderstanding as he is busy filling out college scholarship applications. He has only one more year before he graduates, but he would like to go somewhere away from Amity Park.

The Wayne Scholarship is a long and lengthy process, but it will be worth it. A full ride with board and meals? Yes, the housing will be in Gotham but it's a small price to pay.

He wonders if his number one fan has awakened. Frostbite would have contacted him if his guest had escaped the coma.

Tim Drake had been asleep for nearly a week, only kept healthy due to Danny bathing him in his Protective Core ectoplasm and the Yeti's multi-species medical knowledge. As it were, Tim appeared to only be taking a small nap, none of the adverse effects of long slumber appearing on his thin body, but Danny was getting worried.

At this point, he didn't even care how Tim knew his secret. He just wanted him to be alright.

A flash of green light causes Danny to spring away from his laptop, body falling into a natural fighter's stance only to blink at the giant gift wrap present laying on his bed. Cautiously he inspects the gift finding it from Princess Dora.

"May your love lead the Realms into a wonderous future, and may your union bear many children." He reads the small note she had attracted to her gift "What children?"

Pulling open the gift, he stares at two sets of King robes decorated with rubies shaped into snowflakes. More miniature robes and a few booties surround the pair, obviously meant as a family gift.

Tuck to the side of the box is a long and deadly-looking sword. It's pitch black, with a scull as a handle. Dora had tired a scroll to its blade, where she had written My armies are ready to yield to you. You need only to swing this sword, and they shall come to your aid. The Bats will not harm your treasure.

What in the world?

[absolutely-esme]

She talks about them by their ghost age and doesn't think to clarify their human ages.  Bruce goes over there fully expecting Jason to be raising three toddlers.

He is confused when he finds teenagers instead.

DPxDC Prompt where Jason's been missing for a long while now. The bats aren't sure what happened. There's evidence he was looking into a case prior to his sudden departure, but where Jason went and why is anyone's guess.

~*~

Jason's been stuck in Amity Park for a long fucking while now-- or, rather, he's been trying to leave Amity Park for a long fucking while now. He'd only gone to the sleepy little town to follow a strange lead he overheard while passing a ghost convention, of all things. Something about it had stirred the Pit uncomfortably, and he'd wanted more answers.

What he didn't expect, however, was for the town to change him. There was something in the air-- something other that warped his form and scrambled his mind. Jason doesn't actually remember much from arriving, just this sense of weightlessness-- floating, as much in mind as body. His head's been clearing now, the world starting to make sense again, but Jason's been struggling to form any coherent speech and regulate his emotions.

All Jason knows is that there's this annoying kid who keeps grabbing him and throwing him back into a nightmare Pit dimension, and that he'd very much like him to stop so he can fucking go home please.

As if it couldn't get worse, the kid won't stop calling Jason a 'baby ghost', whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean.