#tim: wait is that why won't fight ivy | danny: yeah the last time i did she almost killed me instantly. hah. i'd rather not do that again

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while i know you meant jason, my immediate thought went to Danny which opens a angsty thought of Joker killing them both. I've got another reblog going into jason's death in the tags, but ooo another thought is that Danny shields Jason from the worst of the explosion. Jason survives, but Danny does not. Some food for thought.

yess, and I imagine even then Ivy feels a sliver of guilt when she sees the way Nightingale just immediately collapses. There's not a lot of time to though, because soon after she has to ward off the evading war cry of Nightingale's rageful little brother. Batman is tending over Danny, whose gagging on his own blood, among other things.

Poison Ivy... does not get out of this unscathed. Really quite rather injured beyond normal means. The fight is swift, but vicious. Robin does most of the heavy-hitting, while Batman gets Nightingale out of the line of fire and somewhere secure enough for him to leave. (Which he does so very reluctantly)

Bruce breaks about twice as many road laws getting the three of them back to the cave. Danny has a bucket, and is bleeding from the mouth and nose. Neither Dick nor Bruce leave his side* until he's stable, it takes almost all night.

Correction* Bruce leaves once, and only once. And that is to go out as Batman and threaten Ivy six ways to September to keep what she learned about Danny's illness to herself.

Ivy might've already been planning on keeping the floral toxin running through Nightingale's blood to herself. There are some lines you just don't cross. Her little visit from Batman only strengthens this resolve.

(Harley finds out about it years later when she questions Ives about what happened that night -- it's a big mystery to everyone. Ivy considers it, and then sits tells her that Batman's eldest bird has poison running through his veins.)

And yeah, Danny avoids Ivy like he avoids Vlad from that moment on. He's not risking that again - you don't need to tell him twice about avoiding her.

("Poison Ivy's out on ninth street.")

("Nightingale.")

("I've already turned tail the opposite direction of her, B. Someone else go mulch the garden.")

("On it. You go handle the robbery down in the Diamond District, Gale.")

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.