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Ring of rage

I've been seeing fics where the lanterns know what the fuck a ring of rage is (read; the most dangerous and unstable ring there is) and here's a kinda crack/angst take on it.

Basically Danny went through all that bullshit with the Waynes (read: basically what happened in my past posts) and Bruce finally coaxed him to meet the JL (Danny did NOT look forward to that) he shows up in his improved Phantom fit (the one I drew) BUT he took the ring of rage for good measure. The thing about the ring and the crown is that the appearance will shift according to their bearer's will, and Danny's ring just looks like a normal metal ring; no tacky jewels, just a metal ring with an ouroboros carved in it.

Cue Batman introducing his new ward (that will NOT be playing savior unless the circumstances are dire) and Hal just goes "what the fuck do you mean a new ward why does he have the ring of rage get away from the fucking kid—"

Danny watching Hal & Bruce argue: damnit I knew I forgot something

Nightwing that tagged along: what?

Danny, eventually clinging to him because the JL keeps giving him looks and he's basically an anxiety ball: ugh, the lanterns are pissy about the ring. I should've payed attention to Dora's lesson on magic artifacts.

Batman: Yes, my new ward, the kindest, calmest boy of my children.

Hal: Spooks, you are a lying liar who lies-

Constantine: Hal, shut your fucking face I will not be dying today because of your insolence in front of deadly royalty-

Hal: THAT IS THE RING OF RAGE NO ONE SANE CAN WEAR IT-

Batman: do not call Phantom insane

Constantine: DO NOT KILL ALL OF US WITH YOUR STUPIDITY-

Batman: my son is not a killer

Danny: Nightwing why am i here can i leave

Nightwing: no, B’s being stonewalled in explaining you, ya gotta wait.

Danny:

Danny: Hood’s my favourite.

Nightwing: Leave? Oh yes, of course baby ghost, we can leave!

NAURRR NIGHTWING AND DANNY😭😭

Soulmate AU where, upon the youngest Soulmate turning 18, all have a dream the next time they sleep about the most important moment of their Soulmate’s life(or lives, if there’s more than one.)

For most people, this isn’t a huge issue. For the Batfam, it’s a huge problem.

But when Jason dreams of a boy who walked into a dark hole in the wall, only to hit a hidden switch, die of electrocution, and wake up as a ghost moments later?

Yeah, fuck Bruce. He’s finding his death buddy.

Yay! Plot bunnies hello! It’s my favourite soulmate pairing! Warning for graphic description of death/half death/ they get all the trauma :D

In the early fall of an insignificant year, Jason Peter Todd went to sleep. At the age of 19 and having been alive again for 3 years, this was an insignificant day followed by an insignificant night.

Jason Peter Todd slept 6 hours before he woke up screaming from a nightmare of a horrible memory and this too, shouldn’t be anything new or significant.

But it was.

It was a significant day followed by a significant night with a significant nightmare of a horrible memory.

Because his soulmate turned 18 yesterday and Jason Peter Todd reenacted his soulmates most significant memory.

The memory of dying violently.

It started with a boy in a white, with black highlights, biohazard suit walking into a metal hole in the wall.

Jason, in place of the boy, didn’t stay upright for long.

He trips.

He falls.

He catches himself by pressing a hand to the wall.

A click and then pain.

This was a memory of being ripped apart at a molecular level for what should have been less then a minute and yet felt like HOURS.

The pain giving away briefly to the sight of a world beyond the veil of the mortal realm, of a green vastness that words fail to give an accurate description of.

But just as the pain left, it was back and he was back to being surrounded by white metal, only this time the pain was three times worse because there was now electricity F O R C I N G his being back into the shape of a boy and into a body beyond saving and no longer accepting of life.

Agony was the only word that could describe the pain he was in and yet the word did not give it any justice. It did not describe a level of pain that shouldn’t have been possible to feel.

He wanted to die. He wanted to live. He wanted to be an astronaut. He wanted to explore SPACE. Why was the pain not leaving? How long was dying supposed to take?

The screaming had started as something recognizably human near the beginning but as the memory carried on, it became less human and more haunting.

Yet still, there was human screaming present that wasn’t his own. He knew deep down, past all the pain and knowledge that he wouldn’t be making it out of this alive, that there was someone else there and that they were hurting too. He needed to get to them, to get to them and help them before he can no longer move, before they, too, reach a point where they are no longer able to be saved.

He wants to be saved.

He knows in his very being that he is past saving.

But he can save the others if he just gets to them. He can save them like he wants to be saved. He can PROTECT THEM before he dies so they don’t die too.

Jason could F E E L as every movement brought agony to every inch of his body.

As every movement felt like too much for him to handle.

But they were still screaming and he needed to get to them.

Seconds or minutes or hours or days and he knew he wouldn’t be able to tell you how long it took to crawl out of the tunnel. Only that he did.

The screaming had stopped but he couldn’t have told you when.

Movement to his left caught his eye.

His eyes met GREEN.

The creature wasn’t human. Eyes too wide, hair floating as if it was underwater, the colour matching the purest white he’s ever seen, and the body was just WRONG.

Sharp ears, claws, arms too lengthy and bending at the wrong places.

No legs, just a whispy black tail.

Black with white highlights.

It was wrong.

It was terrifying.

He was looking at a mirror…

The pain was no longer a thought in his head as everything was replaced with HORROR.

The reflection wasn’t human. The reflection was a monster.

He knew he DIED. He was DEAD.

He was a MONSTER.

Jason Peter Todd woke up screaming.

He needed to find him.

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Danny had been dreading his 18th birthday ever since his accident.

He had a gut feeling that he would be the youngest and knowing his luck made him certain that that would be the case.

He was right.

Leading up to this point he had hoped beyond hope that he would be paired with either Tucker and/or Sam. He desperately wished to have someone that he knows wouldn’t see him as a monster. As some sort of freak.

Someone who would accept him as Phantom AND Fenton.

He has learned by now that he rarely gets what he wants.

But like usual, it worked out in the most unexpected way.

His dream turned into memory as he took the place of his soulmate.

His soulmate who was half beaten to death and still getting hit.

Over and over and over again Danny felt as each hit broke bones and left deep bruises.

The laughing haunting every strike.

Danny, for a brief moment, knew that he would have more clowns in his nightmares after he woke up.

The pain was quick and sharp, followed by an aching that he knew would last for months if not years.

He was crying.

He was screaming with each hit near the end.

He wanted Bruce.

He wanted his dad.

The sight of the lady across from him just brought him pain and hurt in a way that he couldn’t put to words.

Does Bruce even want him?

He wants be saved.

Bruce will save him.

He needs to get out.

Bruce will come.

The door is locked.

Bruce will be here soon.

There is only ten seconds left on the bomb.

B’s really pushing it close.

5

Where is he?

4

He wants his dad

3

Bruce should have been kicking down the door right now.

2

He doesn’t want to die.

1

He wants his dad.

For a brief moment Danny could almost hear his name being called.

He’s so sorry. He should have listened.

Bruce came for him.

But it was too late.

He’s so sorry.

True void filled his head and for a brief moment there was absolutely nothing. No pain, no emotion, no breathing or movement, no sight, no hearing, no touch or taste or scent.

Then, with a sudden great breath, he woke up to black. The kind of black you get only with the complete absence of light.

It was cramped.

It was cold.

It was dark.

It was getting harder to breath.

Where’s Bruce?

He wants out.

Pulling off his belt, Danny felt the memory guide him as he used it to punch through the wood.

There was dirt.

He’s buried alive.

Danny didn’t have much air and felt the panic grow.

He needed to get OUT.

He dug and dug and dug. His nails bled. His mouth tasted like ash and dirt.

He couldn’t breath.

He was going to die.

He was going to die again.

He wants his dad.

Then there was air.

He crawled his way out dropped to the ground with great heaping breaths.

Danny’s eyes felt unfocused as they dragged across the surface of the stone beside him.

In Loving Memory of Jason P. Todd-Wayne.

Danny woke up panting and crying.

His soulmate was a zombie.

He knows his soulmate’s name.

He will find him.

Well hello again! *cackles in pure delight* The people have spoken and I’m still trying to get out from a pile of plot bunnies so part 2 here we go! (ps my ‘at’ symbol is not working on my computer right now so if you wanted to be tagged for a continuation I apologize)

Be warned Jason does not have a fun time and connects all the wrong dots :D

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Apparently ‘finding him’ is going to be a lot harder then his re-traumatized brain said it’d be when he woke up.

Jason stared at his high tech laptop like it offended him.

Sadly, his laptop was unaffected by Jason’s glaring and didn’t tell him anything about his soulmate or even where to start in his search.

The only thing he had was his birth date and age.

He had no name.

No location other then some kind of lab.

There was someone else there with him but Jason didn’t get to see them.

Oh and to make this even worse, his soulmate was also no longer human which will make searching for him either stupidly easy or unimaginably difficult.

Not that he minds the inhuman part since he is determined to be the best DB (death buddy) a ghoul? Wraith? could have at the very least.

He’s definitely down for something romantic though if it’s an option since he doubts he’ll find someone who will understand him to the level a soulmate will, human or not.

That was new information about himself that he didn’t need to think about right now.

Though seriously, wasn’t that a real kick to the gut. At least Jason still looks like a human and feels like a human. His DB didn’t even get the zombie experience, he just skipped all the steps and went from small teen to whatever the fuck he was now.

Jason froze.

He forced himself to backpedal through his train of thought.

His soulmate was in a lab.

His soulmate wasn’t alone.

His soulmate went in human and came out something else.

His soulmate was something ‘other’ and in a lab with someone else.

Someone who could be a scientist.

Someone who would be interested in the creature the hole in the wall produced.

Someone who could have no problem ‘studying’ his soulmate even knowing that he was the kid who went in.

Jason would have collapsed if he weren’t already sitting down. The air felt heavy and an edge of green tinted the corners of his sight.

His soulmate was a small teen (his gut knew that he was a teenager but probably only just).

A small teen who had a biohazard suit that fit him perfectly. Jason can spot a tailor made suit when he fucking sees one and that one was tailored for him.

Why was there a button that turned the machine on on the INSIDE?

A convenient pile of wires cutting across the ground with little to no light right before the button.

It wasn’t an accident.

It wasn’t a mistake made by a clumsy teen.

It was PLANNED.

It was a TEST.

It was an EXPERIMENT.

An experiment done on a KID who was UNAWARE that HE was the SUBJECT.

The LAB RAT.

WHERE IS HIS SOULMATE NOW?!

WHERE IS HE?!

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Danny reevaluated the level of difficulty ‘finding his soulmate’ would actually be.

One of the first things he did was grab his phone when he woke up to set up a video call between his friends and sister.

Jazz was currently living in her university’s dorm and thus no where near Amity but she was adamant about being included.

She knew how scared he was.

“How bad?” Was the first thing asked when the call connected, granted it was Sam asking and he probably was not looking great after what he just witnessed.

“So do you want the good or bad news first?”

“Bad,” Tucker cut in before the other two could answer.

“I now have more clown trauma and my soulmate died in a planned explosion.”

Silence answered him as his friends plus sister digested what that meant. The thing about soulmates is that when one dies, the other still gets the connecting dream regardless of the others death. The connecting dream will always happen after the youngest of the soulmates has existed for 18 years, whether they are alive or not has no effect on the dream and it’s the same if the older one is dead by the time the youngest reaches his 18th birthday.

You’ll always get the dream, but on the chance you don’t, it simply means your other half wasn’t born into your time period. Case and point that one famous singer dude who was the soulmate to Mozart.

Death was unfortunately something soulmates had to experience if whatever caused their soulmate(s) to die wasn’t fast enough to kill them instantly. Death is a pretty significant event after all and unfortunately not as rare as people wanted it to be.

“…You said there is good news?” Jazz was the one to break the silence but the mood had turned somber and Danny could roughly guess what they were thinking about his luck and life.

“He came back from the dead zombie style and I managed to get a look at the name on his gravestone,” this time the silence was filled with an ‘are you shitting us’ vibe and Danny couldn’t be more proud. “So I don’t think I’ll have a problem with them selling me out to the government before I find them.”

Tucker snorts an aborted laugh, but it was too late and before they could even continue the conversation everyone was laughing too hard to form words.

“Ancients! What the fuck man?!” Tucker manages to get out between two heaving breaths.

“Danny, your life is a bloody soap opera,” Sam states as she tries to force down the laughter. Unsuccessful, Danny notes, since her shoulders are still shaking but her attempt is appreciated.

“Only you, little brother,” Jazz grinned, “only you.”

“Well then,” Tucker pulls out a laptop from somewhere off screen, “give us the name. We’ll track him down for you.”

“Jason P. Todd-Wayne.”

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“Yeah,” Danny nods, “heard enough about the Waynes from the three of you and Wes enough to recognize his name too.”

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“You know Wes is actually right like 97% of the time when it comes to his conspiracy theories and the only reason no one believes him is because of the curse placed on his family line. Which is good for me since every time he tries reveal me it just strengthens my secret identity….” he trailed off and waited for a reply but it seemed they were all still in shock so he just continued his train of thought, “so like, what are the chances that the Red Hood is actually my soulmate?”

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“So, I mean like, all I need to do is show up in Gotham and track down his safe-house or whatever?” He paused again but more so to put his thoughts back into order and to remember everything he’s been told about the Waynes and the Gotham heroes. “It would probably not be a good idea to approach the Waynes since officially Jason is still “dead”. I don’t think they get along all that much if the hero identity thing is true considering the last I heard they barely work together and only when it’s absolutely necessary.”

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“Which means they would probably be hostile if I showed up? I mean, Batman is notorious for hating metas and even if that isn’t really my situation I think he’d be pretty unhappy about me being there and even more so that I’m his estranged son’s soulmate…” He shifted onto his back and stared at the stick on stars on his ceiling. “I’m thinking it might be easier and safer if I just approach Red Hood in Phantom form in case Wes is actually wrong. It might be better if I find him out on patrol instead of his safe house cause I don’t want him to feel cornered and Phantom can be slightly terrifying to non-Amity Parkers but I’m pretty sure he saw my accident so like he should sorta recognize me. What do you guys think?”

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Yeah, Danny thought, finding him will be much easier then I thought it was going to be.

Greetings Guys, Gals, and non-binary Pals. I’ve given up on crawling my way out and have simply accepted my place in the plot fluffle I’ve found myself buried in…. Aka part 3 lets gooooooooo!

Also @justwannabecat Thanks for posting your idea cause I’m just going to town with this now. Your amazing. I love this idea so much.

Danny POV! He’s a little confused but he’s got the spirit.

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Danny’s a little distracted.

He should be paying attention to his surroundings but honestly he just has so much on his mind.

Like, you could argue that it’s fair that he’s a little out of it considering he just had The Dream™️.

That anyone would be after experiencing a soulbond like his.

The problem, however, is not that he’s distracted by the dream so much as he’s distracted about how he’s supposed to introduce himself.

He does NOT want to mess this up.

Danny has a history of messing these kinds of things up, and sure, it has always slowly sorted itself out but Danny doesn’t want to risk a bad impression right off the block.

This is his SOULMATE.

Soulmate means FAMILY, regardless of whether it’s platonic or romantic.

His secondary obsession may be PROTECTION but before all else it is the PROTECTION OF FAMILY.

Jason is already tied into his obsession and Danny doesn’t know whether he’ll be able to take another rejection from his family.

The rejections from his parents, even completely unintentional on their end, hurt him so badly that he thought he was dying again. They weren’t (and still aren’t) aware of his Phantom status but his core received the message loud and clear that his connection to them was unwelcome.

Danny dodges to the left avoiding a stray ectoblast, his eyes still dazed as he contemplates his issue.

You see, Danny KNOWS Ghosts. He KNOWS Ancients. He KNOWS Nerverborns.

Danny KNOWs almost every sub species in these categories.

They are beings that he’s dealt with since he was 14 and freshly half dead. They are creatures that he’s grown up learning about from before he could even read (regardless of how biased that information was and how much of that information he’s had to relearn).

Danny does NOT know about the creatures of The Undeath.

Even though he’s technically a part of that category. More so then even the Ghost category, since Halfas are just considered as a honorary sub-subgroup of Ghost.

Since they’re stupidly rare.

Like.

There is only ONE true Halfa rare.

It’s Danny

Both Vlad and Dani are considered Halfa only because there is no other name to give them.

Danny may have lost it a bit when he was told that little piece of information by a confused Frostbite after a question on his biology brought up the fact that ‘of course you’re biologically different from them, they’re a different species then you. One is human-adjacent and the other is ghost-adjacent.’

He freaked out even more when he was told he was arguably an Ancient.

He’s getting off track.

Danny rolls forward to escape the glowing net and sends a spike of ice back in the direction it came from. A curse notified him that he’d hit and destroyed Skulker’s new net launcher.

The thing is, not only are Halfas rare, they are rare amongst the RARE.

The Undeaths are RARE and to make it even worse (for Danny) they keep to themselves.

But, there IS still enough of them to NEED their own category instead of just labeling them as some weird subgroup.

Which is where his problem stems from.

Danny knows NOTHING of The Undeath culture let alone the cultures of its subgroups.

He forms a sword out of ice and meets the serrated hunting knife in a stalemate above his head with a clash of power.

So yeah, Danny’s a little distracted because although he KNOWS Jason is at least a part of The Undeath category since he died and came back, he doesn’t KNOW which Subgroup he actually belongs too.

Sure, his first thought was Zombie and he did make Zombie comparisons when talking to his friends and sister, but in truth, he honestly has no fucking idea WHAT Jason actually is.

He felt Human when he came back from the dead and he crawled out of a grave.

Yes, Danny is guessing based on human stereotypes but he has nothing else to go on.

He’s never met an actual Zombie but he’s pretty damn sure whatever he’s learned about them through various medias is probably 99% wrong and/or misunderstood.

They probably don’t even eat brains.

Media portrayals are awful and mean after all.

Danny should know, he’s had 4 years of media spotlight and very little of it has shown him to be anything other then a monster that’s useful.

So yeah, Danny’s just going to assume that Jason is a Zombie until otherwise researched or told and he’s not going to believe anything he can find on the internet or in movies.

He’s going to treat this as an academic research assignment and only believe reputable sources.

He CAN’T let this introduction be ruined by a cultural misunderstanding. There is a high chance that Jason knows he’s an Undeath too if he witnessed his accident.

Which means he might (probably will) expect Danny to be aware of The Undeath culture.

Aware of what should be taken as an insult.

Aware of customary greetings and introductions when meeting someone you want to have in your life. Greetings and introductions that tell the recipient whether you actually want them or if your doing it out of polite curtesy.

Danny NEEDS to know these things and to preform them correctly so that Jason knows he wants him in his life in whatever capacity he can, and is willing, to give.

On the rare chance that Jason DIDN’T see his accident and subsequent revival and thus not actually expecting him to know the culture (which Danny highly doubts) then he at least wasn’t underprepared and it’ll be a nice surprise for his soulmate.

Which means he needs to ask Ghost Writer about researching The Undeath. He will have something on them and hopefully it will be a text that has been written by someone who’s actually apart of The Undeath community.

Someone that the community actually knows/knew.

Not someone like him, not someone who is alone and isolated because they have no one to even introduce them to the others. No one to learn from.

Danny, who has been matching the knife blow for blow, finally steps back before launching himself forward across the ground. He swipes his sword of ice across Skulker’s knees and separates them from the main suit, causing him to lose his balance for a split second before his flight kicked in.

The split second was all Danny needed.

With Skulker shoved into his thermos, Danny takes off towards the portal.

He’s got research to do.

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Jason came into awareness in a warehouse turned lab, surrounded by (still breathing and alive, thankfully) bodies.

He’s been trying to avoid killing when he can.

He’s been trying to build some semblance of a relationship back with his family.

Jason has never been more grateful for that fact as he is now.

He might be at odds with Bruce and still hate his methods and choices but he knows he needs help.

He needs Barbra. He needs Oracle.

Oracle works with Batman.

He’ll give her whatever she wants if she can find his soulmate.

He’ll give Bruce what he wants. He’ll suffer through every family dinner and be polite and civil. He’ll get Bruce to ‘revive’ him and pretend to be the perfect Wayne kid at every gala.

He’ll stop killing completely.

Whatever it takes, as long as they find him.

As long as he’s allowed to protect the one person who is supposed to be his other half. Supposed to be there for him through the good and bad. Someone who’s supposed to want him for him regardless of how broken and damaged he is.

He just needs a plan. A plan to hopefully involve only Babs. Involving the Bat and his merry flock of followers is a last resort scenario.

Jason just needs to find his soulmate.

He just needs to find out who’s in charge of that lab.

He needs to find that lab.

*Drops Part 4 and sprints off into the distance while still covered in plot bunnies.

Also I was just going to keep it Jason <—> Danny POV switch but other characters demanded time and bullied their way into the story so you lads can have a fun point of view switch this time.

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WHO is Barbra Gordon?

The police chief’s daughter?

The first Batgirl?

A woman who lost so much potential because of a clown with a gun?

The Oracle who sees all?

A librarian who is always happy to help?

A woman who believes that the law will prevail?

These facts may give you a small glimpse into solving the question of WHO, but that is all it is, a glimpse.

Barbra has asked herself this question for years and yet she can never come up with an adequate response.

Since she, herself, doesn’t know the answer.

There are even times, like right now, where she isn’t sure if she’ll like the answer she will find.

Because when Jason Todd (a boy who was almost a little brother to her. Someone who was working his way back into that spot ever since Bruce was rescued) came crashing into her apartment and started BEGGING, she felt the cold icy rage like she hasn’t felt it since the day she was told she would never walk again.

Stubbornness and pride is what defines the Red Hood. NO ONE and NOTHING should be able to hurt him enough to make him B E G.

Not after the Joker.

Safe to say, Barbra Gordon was a wheel away from stealing Jason’s gun to shoot whatever had pushed him to this point.

She still felt the same way after getting the full story from him.

Someone was going to die and she is not surprised to feel absolutely no remorse in that thought.

So instead of thinking to hard about it, Barbra let that icy rage fuel her as she extracted as many details as she could get from Jason.

‘What kind of lab?’

‘How much of it did you see?’

‘What kind of metal?’

‘How about any papers?’

‘Do you remember what was on the paper?’

‘Could you describe the logo that was on the corner?’

‘Are you sure it looked like a G stacked on a W with a line cutting through it?’

Details she got.

Details she used to hunt down anything even slightly similar to a lab Jason described.

Details that led her to the government.

Details that led her to laws passed under the guise of something else.

Laws that used undefined, broad, and blacked out words to give them the right to kill and persecute and experiment on who ever they like.

Barbra Gordon decided she wasn’t going to control her rage this time.

She was going to let it burn and if she got closer to the answer of WHO she is, then so be it.

She would make them burn too.

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“Heya Sweets!”

“Mmh?”

“O just called,” Dr. Harleen Quinzel smiled a manic smile, “she asked if us Sirens wanted ta burn down da Gov with Hood cause they’ve got his soulhalf.”

Both knew their answers and there wasn’t any doubt Selena would disagree.

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Danny sighed in relief.

The Undeath follows a similar culture as Ghost, subcategory Revenant.

Also, his soulmate wasn’t a Zombie.

NOT that there is anything wrong with being a zombie. The problem was that he couldn’t find anything written BY a zombie. The closest he got was a journal written by a wight which are, in GW’s words, a more sentient zombie.

The information he came across in the journal didn’t describe what he felt from his soulmate or line up with anything he’s heard about the Red Hood.

Considering some of the information he did read he is maybe (a lot) glad that Jason isn’t a zombie/wight.

He doesn’t have the stomach for it (even if he’s willing to force himself to adapt)

With that crossed off, Danny is proud to say that he managed to narrow the list of possible categories of The Undeath down by a substantial amount.

Although, he’s probably not going to get any closer to an answer until he meets Jason himself.

Thus, all Danny needs now is an adequate gift to give his soulmate.

Some type of gift that would impress him and show that Danny is very strong (luckily, the first gift in ghost courting and adopting a family member is the same so Danny doesn’t have to worry about being too forward or accidentally rejecting his soulmate).

The first gift always needs to show that you are capable of protecting the recipient and/or able to take out their enemies.

He’s stuck on what to do/get for his gift though, but he figured he’s better off thinking about it with his friends anyways so he simply heads back to Amity.

He was in the Ghost Zone for a grand total of 3 days.

He had 103 missed calls.

It’s safe to say, that Danny was both 100% certain Wes was correct about Red Hood’s identity and that he’s probably never blushed as hard as he did when he turned on the news.

The white house was on fire.

The headline stating the abolition of the Ecto-Acts along with a list of various GIW labs that have been blown completely off the map.

Starfire, Arsenal, Dr. Isely, Dr. Quinzel, and Catwoman walked behind THE Red Hood as he glided over to a heavily modified motorcycle. The light of the fire framing all of them in shadow.

Yeah.

Danny really needs an amazing gift if he’s going to come anywhere close to matching Jason.

It’s also, in Danny’s mind, confirmation that Jason knows what he is.

Danny has never been more happy about taking his time to research.

*shuffles into view while covered in plot bunnies, drops Part 5, and shuffles back out of view* also I have lost control of the characters so they’re just doing there own thing and I’m stuck here for the ride.

Danny has some trauma and decides to share it.

Jason finally figures out he’s not in a vivisection fic but he still has no idea what’s actually happening.

Thank you all for the comments and keyboard smashes btw, your joy brings me joy :D

Also if someone wants to tag others that’d be awesome cause my computer currently hates the ‘at’ button right now (again… I should maybe get a new computer soonish maybe)

Anyways…. Here ya go you funky internet people!

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Jason needed this search to go faster.

6 days and they still haven’t found his soulmate.

6 days and all they’ve done is hit the major labs.

6 days and all they’ve fucking managed to do is change one government implemented act.

6 days and all Jason can do is wait and force himself to NOT shoot the various “scientists” simply because the government covered up UNETHICAL EXPERIMENTATION by leaving no record of their labs, making the scientists the only people who might actually KNOW where the other labs are.

The ONLY upside to this entire situation is the fact that there is apparently a group of KIDS who have been teaming up with the “Ecto-Entities” (Which Jason and pretty much EVERY OTHER hero/antihero who was present/listening to the conversation was pretty sure E.E. was just another way to say A META or Non Human. Safe to say it wasn’t just Jason who was holding back their urge to kill) who have been breaking INTO the labs to free the test subjects.

These kids seem to be stupidly competent too considering The Labs they’ve visited haven’t been able to keep a test subject long enough to preform “extensive research” like VIVISECTION and have only had enough time to do surface scans before they where “stolen” from them.

That and the fact that not even Oracle can find traces of this team up. Every single tech file and online trace has been wiped so clean it’s like they computerized bleach and flooded the system with it after every raid.

The GIW have had to start from scratch every single time because of that.

The government couldn’t even arrest the group either since all video evidence of the raid has ALSO been wiped from existence so other then some basic surface descriptions they had nothing to identify the group.

Jason has never seen Oracle be so impressed by another hacker.

The existence of this raiding team also brings up a very important fact, there is a large possibility they’ve already saved his soulmate.

He needs to find this team and give them a hug.

Still, the point remains that they still haven’t found anything about where his soulmate is, they don’t know where the raid team is from, and they still haven’t gotten the locations of the other labs.

Worse yet, Jason was called back to Gotham 2 days ago due to an Arkham breakout.

The Joker still hasn’t been found and the bats haven’t been able to track him which means Crime Alley needs Red Hood there for when shit hits the fan.

Jason once again considers just killing every Arkham rouge so he can get back to his search.

But he promised Babs and so he’s stuck.

Jason is stuck waiting and thinking about his other half.

They could be trapped in a GIW lab (though that has become less a worry. Seriously, even Barbra wants tips from that raid team).

Maybe his soulmate thinks Jason won’t like them if they’re not really human looking (or human at all) and isn’t trying to find him because of that. Jason hopes that that is not the case but maybe it is and that might mean that he’ll have to make his search public as Jason Todd.

Maybe his soulmate didn’t see his death.

Maybe they they only saw his death.

Maybe Jason is just spiralling into worse and worse trains of thought and maybe he should just stop but he CAN’T.

A ringing sound cuts off his panic before it can really start but it still takes him a moment to realize it’s Babs calling him and that he should probably step away from the edge of the roof he was on.

“Joker has been found.” Jason loved that about her, always straight to the point when she knew he was worried and couldn’t tolerate long meaningless interactions.

“Where?”

“In the medical ward at Gotham General. Apparently someone found him before us and they weren’t happy to see him.”

Jason drew a sharp breath. Barbra doesn’t sugar coat things unless it’s very bad and he knows what she sounds like when she tries to understate something. She sounds like him.

“How unhappy are we talking Babs? The standard Gothamite unhappy or our version of unhappy?” He could almost feel her lips flatten into a cold grimace as the conversation paused.

“Ours,” he pressed down on the sick satisfaction that boiled up from the emotionless tone of the original Batgirl’s voice as he imagined exactly what ‘Ours’ meant for the Joker. Jason didn’t need to imagine for long. “The Doctors said he’ll live and that he’s healing but right now they aren’t exactly sure of the true extent of his injuries because he’s currently in what looks like a self induced coma. They also said they’ll need to wait for the X-ray results and for him to wake up before they can confirm whether or not he’ll regain full use of his arms but even if he does he’ll most certainly have chronic pain in his hands for the rest of his life.”

“So he won’t be hurting people for a while huh?”

“No Hood, I don’t think he will be doing much of anything for a while.”

Maybe Jason should have said something more and maybe Barbra should have been helping Bruce track down the person who did that to the Joker but maybe they both needed a moment to feel satisfied.

Maybe they both needed this moment to just feel some small bit of relief.

No matter how temporary.

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*3 day before the Joker was found*

Danny wasn’t quite sure what to do for Jason.

He sat down in the air as he stared at Arkham Asylum.

He came to Gotham almost immediately after he was filled in on what Jason had been doing for him and Danny knew he had to do something about the Joker because that’s the only real enemy he knows Jason has.

But what should he do?

He obviously can’t kill Joker even if it’d be so stupidly easy to do.

Maybe even because it’d be stupidly easy to do.

Red Hood, and therefore Jason, never killed The Joker when he had the opportunity too. Time and time again Jason has had opportunities, Danny remembers seeing and hearing the news talk about The Red Hood bringing The Joker in which means it’s an active choice.

Honestly, from what Danny has seen, Jason has been actively avoiding killing people for roughly a year now.

Further proof of this is that Jason didn’t kill a single GIW agent either and honestly that should have been even harder then killing them. They have a stupid tendency to use untested weapons that backfire on them 90% of the time which means they end up needing to be saved most of the time from themselves.

If Wes is to be believed (which again, he usually is) then Jason might not have been right in the mind when he was having his kill streak anyways.

Maybe he was mind controlled and/or manipulated.

Danny knows what that can be like.

He knows what it’s like to blame yourself for things other people and circumstance made you do.

Take Freakshow and Dani for example.

The image of someone making Jason do something that might haunt him for the rest of his life makes Danny want to rip the imagined person to shreds with his claws. It makes him want to find them and put them through a real horror movie scene as he hunts them from empty corners until they’re screaming at their own shadows and then drag them into the deepest part of the Infinite Realm.

He wants to weep and curl up on himself as the image of Jason being hurt that way makes his core cry out in pain.

Danny wants to rap Jason in a hug and tell him that he had already proved how strong he is by how far he’s come.

So Danny can’t kill The Joker because if he does then he is undermining whatever Jason is trying to achieve by letting him live.

But Danny can make him hurt.

He needs to display that he’s physically capable of protecting Jason so a few broken bones from the Joker should work but it doesn’t feel like enough.

He wants to kill him.

He knows that he won’t for Jason’s sake and because it’d place him one step closer to becoming Dan.

Dan’s timeline still gives him nightmares.

Regardless of whether he’s reformed or not.

Oh.

“Now that’s a thought,” Danny whispers to the air as it whisks his voice away.

He looks back down at the asylum, his eyes shadowed as he lets himself think.

Danny’s worst enemy and biggest monster has always been himself. It is what keeps him in check and it is what keeps him in control of his abilities.

The Joker keeps killing and killing and hurting and hurting with no remorse. He will keep doing so because he knows he’ll get away with it.

The Joker acts as if he’s playing a game.

He acts like he’s obsessed.

The Joker acts like some members of Danny’s rouge gallery. The ones who have forgotten what it means to hurt and to die.

But Danny’s rouges usually only need to have it pointed out to them that they are causing pain, that they may have almost caused someone to DIE before they immediately stop.

Ghosts might forget what it was like to be mortal in death but they also remember what it was like to die.

Ghosts rarely (if ever) want to kill.

But The Joker doesn’t act like a ghost.

He acts like an Ancient.

A being who doesn’t know what it’s like to feel fear or pain.

A being who hasn’t learned to be afraid of itself.

Danny should teach him to be afraid of himself.

He even has beings who will help him. Who are required to aid him because he is their Crowned Prince.

He is sure Nocturn would love to work with Fright Knight in creating a very terrifying and long lasting nightmare. It’d be fulfilling their obsessions and Danny is quite sure he can convince Ghost Writer to write the nightmare’s script.

Who knows, the nightmare might just make The Joker relive his every kill from his victims’ point of view. It might make him experience EVERY SINGLE BIT OF PAIN AND FEAR they felt before they died by his hand and word.

It’s not like The Joker needs to wake up until he’s terrified of himself.

It’s not like he needs to only relive their deaths once either.

An alarm sounds below.

Danny smiles.

First things first, Danny needs to shatter every bone in those awful hands that touched HIS SOULMATE.

Maybe he’ll take a small souvenir to turn into a gift too.

Yeah, a small souvenir for his soulmate.

My favorite thing is that Europe is spooky because it’s old and America is spooky because it’s big

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“The difference between America and England is that Americans think 100 years is a long time, while the English think 100 miles is a long way.” –Earle Hitchner

A fave of mine was always the american tales where people freaked out because ‘someone died in this house’ and all the europeans would go ‘…Yes? That would be pretty much every house over 40 years old.’

‘…My school is older than your entire town.’

‘Sorry, you think *how far* is okay to travel for a shopping trip?’

*American looks up at the beams in a country pub* ‘Uh, this place has woodworm, isn’t that a bit unsafe?’ ‘Eh, the woodworm’s 400 years old, it’s holding those beams together.’

A few years ago when I was in college I did a summer program at Cambridge aimed specifically at Americans and Canadians, and my year it was all Americans and one Australian.  We ended the program with a week in Wessex, and on the last day as we all piled onto the bus in Salisbury (or Bath? I can’t remember), the professors went to the front to warn us that we wouldn’t be making any stops unless absolutely necessary.  We’re headed to Heathrow to drop off anyone flying off the same day, then back to Cambridge.

“All right, it’s going to be a long bus ride, so make sure you’re prepared for that.”

We all brace ourselves.  A long bus ride?  How long?  We’re Americans; a long bus ride for us is a minimum of six hours with the double digits perfectly plausible.  We can handle a twelve hour bus ride as long as we get a bathroom break.

The answer.  “Two hours.”

Oh.

English people trying to travel around Australia and wildly underestimating distance are my favourite thing

a tour guide in France told my school group that a particular cathedral wouldn’t interest us much because “it’s not very old; only from the early 1600s”

to which we had to respond that it was still older than the oldest surviving European-style buildings in our country

China is both old and big. I had some Chinese colleagues over; we were discussing whether they wanted to see the Vasa ship (hugely expensive war ship which sank on it’s maiden voyage after 12 min). They asked if it was old, I said “not THAT old” (bearing in mind they were Chinese) “it’s from the 1500s.” To my surprise they still looked impressed, nodding enthusiatically. Then I realised I’d forgotten something: “…I mean it’s from the 1500s AFTER the birth of Christ” and they went “oh, AFTER…”.

My dad’s favorite quote from various tours in Italy was “Pay no attention to the tower – it was a [scornful tone] tenth century addition.”

My last boss was Chinese, and she said when her parents came to visit her from Beijing they pronounced Chicago “A very nice village.” 

This post keeps getting better

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European problems include:

- Missing a turn and now you need to cross the border;

- Towns built 500 to 800 years ago with really small roads where cars can barely fit;

- That road/parking lot/etc they were building is gonna take twice the time to finish because they found Roman ruins AGAIN!

European problems extended: 

 WW2 bombs.

I love this post but also hate it because people never acknowledge the structures of native and indigenous people in America and Canada. We literally have pyramids here in Illinois that are thousands of years old.

There is stuff here from the Aztecs, but since it wasn’t made by settlers people think that America is only as old as when Europeans came over.

The population that got wiped out and displaced by Europeans is still here and needs to be acknowledged. America and Canada aren’t “young” and have more history than most ppl acknowledge.

RT only for the last post. 

[Image description: headlines of WWII bombs either exploding unexpectedly in European towns and cities or being found during road works. /ID]

I went walking on some public footpaths in England and everyone was like “oh this one was a Roman roads, these are so ancient!” and I ended up cranky because there are ancient or at least hundred of year old roads in the Americas, we just don’t pay attention to them because Colonization.

To be clear - I don’t have any issue with OP’s statement (or even any of the reblogs). Im just cranky at the US educational system. And boomers, a little.

Where do you think the oldest shoes in the world are? China? Greece? Iraq?

they’re from Oregon:

Catalog #1-33612 and #1-31699 Sagebrush Sandals: Fort Rock Cave, Oregon, ca. 10,000 years old

Where do you think the

oldest shoes in the world are?

China? Greece? Iraq?

Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.

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Stop Busting my Undercover Op

Danny, fifteen but physically deaged to ten and freshly shat out of a natural portal into the DCU, realizes Gotham has a serious issue with trafficking.

Danny, who can turn invisible and intangible, takes it upon himself to act as bait and free the people who are victims of trafficking

Red Hood, who routinely dismantles trafficking operations, starts to notice Adoption Bait Danny being trafficked from one ring to the next, and that whoever is betraying these organizations and freeing the kids keeps missing this particular one.

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Additional.

Red Hood eventually learns that Danny is Older Than He Looks and assumes that Danny is some adult superhero who got de-aged and is using his new tiny body to his advantage while he figures out how to change back. So he starts treating Danny like an adult which convinces everyone else to do the same.

("Want a cig?" "Nah, that stuff will kill you, you know?" "We need a drink." Snorts "Good luck explaining to the bar tender why you bought a 5 year old a shot of tequila." "Shit, fuck, fuck, fucking son of a whore!" "Language!" "Shut it you ass!")

Meanwhile, Danny is so distracted by trying to figure out how to change back, finding out who's behind the smuggling ring, and honestly being thrilled that he has allies who didn't shoot him at first sight that he completely forgets/doesn't notice that he never really told anyone how old he actually is.

Cue Danny eventually reverting to his true age, maybe right before he goes home, and everyone freaking out because the kid they thought was an adult, was in fact a slightly older kid!

This does absolutely nothing to help with the Adoption Bait. It only makes it worst

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Danny is still quite adamant that he does not need an adult thanks. But if he has to have one Hood or J'onn are his choice please and thank you.

Batman is baffled. What do you mean you don't need an adult!?

Danny is quite happy to run off whoever Batman tries to talk him anywhere. Gotham has been treated to the sight of a child fleeing Batman. Yelling something about not today fruitloop? Never mind.

Danny has also been happily using his powers to set up caches of food and necessities for the local homeless population. He randomly pops up in Hood's office and adds a spot to the map before running off again.

Hood is slowly becoming desensitized. The crazy little bastard can't be pinned down. So he just asks the kid to check in each day. The feral teen is going to do what he wants. He may as well accept that now.

We need kink at pride because “kink” isn’t just kink. “Kink” is:

  • That boy wearing jeans that are too tight
  • Your neighbors and their “friend” that lives with them
  • Having a beard and wearing a skirt
  • Wearing any kind of choker
  • Literally anything else they decide goes against the “norm”, and it can be literally anything. That is why we need kink at pride.

No we don't. Respect ppls boundaries. If respect isn't normal anymore what will be normal then? Anything, no matter how it impacts or scars other peoples lives? Kink doesn't belongs to pride.

Look around you. Do you see where “No Kink At Pride” has led? Being transgender is illegal now. Exactly what people said would happen. You know what’s going to be next? Being gay is going to be illegal. Because being gay is not “respecting straight people’s boundaries”. They don’t want to see you. They want to kill you.

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In support of the OP, let me clue the reply poster in to some of how the worldview of conservative bigots works:

If you are trans you are a sex pervert

If you're gay you're a sex pervert.

If you're the world's most chaste and godly nun praying in a convent, who has a lesbian thought once while delirious from a fever, you are a sex pervert.

If you're a family with a white picket fence house, a breadwinner, a stay-at-home parent, two cars, a dog, and whose politics are right wing... if you happen to be a same-sex couple, you're sex perverts and probably pedophiles.

If you're a closeted, self-hating, self-hurting, self-repressing queer going through every torturous form of conversion therapy, who condemns the other queers, who screams at the people who seek abortion help outside Planned Parenthood... you are a filthy, irredeemable sex pervert, a danger to children, and the most sympathy you deserve is transient pity if you admit to struggling.

There is nothing you can do, no behaviour you can engage in, no thought you can have, no clothes you can wear, no existence you can lead that is not an unacceptable sex perversion in the minds of these people. Your existence is kink, and you cannot appease them into thinking otherwise.

The bigoted conservative mind cannot conceive of queerness except as perversion, except as hedonistic degenerate thrill-seeking. They don't know another reason to do any thing, except as an exercise of power over someone else. Their entire world revolves around this idea. Everything is power, everything is control.

Therefore you can never appease them. Your mere existence is to them a totalizing threat, to their worldview, to their sense of normalcy, to their positions of social power, to their patriarchy, to their holiness. The only thing you can do that will ever satisfy them is die.

Which leaves us with this:

Either we have solidarity with our queer siblings - yes including the ones you don't understand, yes including the ones who have that weird sex that you think is fucked up, yes including the cringe annoying ones who "make the rest of us look bad," yes including the fucked up problematic ones who need to change and make amends, but who deserve their human rights whether or not they ever do that.

Because to the bigot, to the conservative, you're every bit as much of a pervert as Jenny Piss Kink and their polycule of submissive puppy-masked gender sluts. You throw your bricks when they come for Jenny, because when they come for the Piss Puppy Polycule, they're coming for you too.

I know I've been over this but man HRT is good stuff. I wanna shake the hand of whoever invented it. It's a crime that I don't know who that is actually. They're more important than Einstein

id also been really curious about the history of hrt so i had some tabs open:

The first hrt treatments were mostly estrogen extracted during pregnancies to be used for menopause symptoms, but the first usage of those medicines for trans women is credited to the world's first Trans Clinic, opened in pre-WW2 Germany by Magnus Hirschfield, a gay jewish man.

Oh he looks delightful

Thank you grandpa

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The comparasion to Einstein was actually made at the time too! He was commonly refered to as “the Einstein of sex”, to which he supposedly once replied that he would rather Einstein be called “the Hirschfeld of physics” lmao

Oh my god

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This.

This is why people who stay in my life are neurodiverse like me!

this!! I swear I lost like all my friendships bc of this, like I had a group of friends in hs that one day I realized “huh I haven’t talked to this people in a while” and popped in to say hi and they were all awkward?? because they hadn’t seen me in a while?? and that’s when I realized that friendship works different for them?? I was like yeah I haven’t talked to you in like four months but it’s not like I’ve forgotten about y'all why would anything change, and they were all like we haven’t talked to you in four months why are you here again acting like nothing happened? and it was really confusing for me

YEAH! THAT!

Also I have a thing where I just put the people on pause. If I don’t see them or contact them, my brain kinda put them in stasis. I don’t think about them nor misses them, and I stay on what I last knew about them (how they look, what they study/work). So when we meet again I’m like “wait, you’ve aged?” and I have the same familiarity with them thanI had before.

Anyway all my mutuals I haven’t messaged in forever - this is why

oh my gods this makes so much sense??? there are people who i haven’t talked to at all for literally over a year and we’ll pick up like nothing happened, but for their people it’s just like…… falling apart but onesided???? i think we’re still on the same level but actually we’re strangers??

Ohhhhhh

OHHHHHHHHH….

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Ok but listen, on the other side of this, as a person who moved hundreds of miles away from everyone i knew and then became a hermit for several years, it was SUCH A FUCKING RELIEF to get in contact with an old friend and have him be like, “my friendship levels do not degrade, so in my mind we are still awesome close buddies” and i almost fkn cried. I thought he would be mad or would have moved on because i had slacked on my reaching out to him and staying in touch and doing all the friendship things. But NOPE. 800 miles of distance, depression, and life changing circumstances didnt steal our friendship and i am SO GRATEFUL.

I have literally no friendship degradation whatsoever. I will not have spoken to someone for 5 years or more, and they’re still as much a friend to me as if I had only seen them yesterday. I’m just very bad at communicating if someone is not in my direct orbit. So when Sonja reappeared on this site I basically screeched into her notes like a banshee because I was delighted and we picked straight back up where we’d left off.

Happy to go on the record that I don’t expect regular contact and will welcome hearing from people after a long time

……. I just realized why cons are such a huge deal in the hacker scene and why so many of us are ride or die for people we only see every 1-3 years.

“Excellent! I will see you for three days of hijinks and then not for two years! I love you!”

I call these Brigadoon friendships, because 100 years could go by, and we’d still just pick up where we left off the day before. My degradation mechanics are zero.

Ra's having a villain monologue at the bats when Danny swoops in, ignores everyone and starts taking mason jars of the lazarus pit

Ra's cries out in anger, takes a broom and starts chasing him

This is all with Danny is his normal form

This happens every week

Ra's has not been able to hit Danny once ever

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FanFiction.net is not gone.

Right now it's a victim of DNS (Domain Name Service) spoofing. This means that a malicious party is trying to steal traffic from FFn by purchasing a very similar domain.

Correction:

The new "fake" site that people are seeing still belongs to FanFiction.net—they just misconfigured their servers and are not redirecting traffic from the bare fanfiction.net to the main site at www.fanfiction.net. There is likely no malicious agent. Didn't mean to scare anyone! Just wanted to let people know the site wasn't deleted!

So if you want to read fanfiction and not see leaves, you have have to type out "www.fanfiction.net".

Please share so people stop panicking.

Some days, Jazz really wished she was an only child. Don't get her wrong she loved her little brother and sister and would be devastated if anything happened to them, but somedays they drove her almost insane. Today was looking to be one of those days.

Jazz thrusted her hands in between her siblings and tried to pull them apart. She managed to scruff her brother, but little Miss Dani wiggled away. As Jazz made a grab for the youngest Nightingale, her brother jerked from her grasp and tackled the youngest. Jazz felt like tearing her hair out as they restarted their fight. She didn't know what started this fight, but she would be what ended it.

Jumping back into the fray, Jazz got Danny into a head lock and a hold on her little sister when she felt the all to familiar pull of a summoning.

Crap.

Jazz couldn't tell which one of them was being called and barely considered letting go when the three of them were pulled across time and space. They landed in a ten foot wide summoning circle, not even jostled by the change in scenery. A girl in a magician's hat and outfit, holding a book and wand, gaped at them as the man next to her in a black bat suit gave out a questioning humm.

Other voices of confusion rang out, and the girl flipped through her book, cursing someone called Constantine. Jazz briefly wondered the kind of impression her and her siblings were making with her trying to grapple and separate her two siblings, her little sister sinking her teeth into her brother, and Danny kicking out at his little sister.

A migraine started to form behind Jazz's temples.

That's it.

She was done.

Let the little gremlins kill each other.

She released her siblings. Stepping away, she rubbed her temples and held back a groan. She really needed a drink.

"I can buy you a drink." A voice from out of the summoning circle said.

Oh dear, she said that out loud.

The voice came from a man outside the circle, leaning against a wall in a red helmet and leather jacket. He rubbed his neck nervously as Jazz eyed him while considering his offer.

"I mean," he continued, "it's the least I can do since my associates mistakenly brought you here."

Despite the circumstance, Jazz felt the corners of her lift. So he's a little charming. "Who were you trying to get?" She asked.

"The ghost king."

"For?"

He pointed a thumb at a window next to him, "We're trying to stop Armageddon."

From her position within the summoning circle, Jazz could only see the red glow of the sky and dark smoke billowing on the wind.

Completely ignoring her little sister suplexing her brother, she glanced at the floor and took a moment to study the runes that made up the summoning ray. There's the summoning rune, royalty symbol, and ghost symbol. As she looked at the ray, she realized that the only protection ward woven within it was one that repells those with harmful intent. She rechecked just to be sure and then stepped over the threshold.

The girl holding the book squawked and the other inhabitants took a defensive stance.

"I thought you said that they can't leave the circle till a deal is made," Batman grumbled to the girl.

"They're not supposed to." She hissed frantically, flipping through the book, "damn you Constantine."

“Harmful intent” doesn’t specify harmful to who...

Danny and Dani are just bumping into the boarders of the circle while they’re trying to lay the smack down on each other

The summoning circle itself was glowing green with ectoplasm, the atmosphere inside not unlike being at home in Amity. But when she stepped outside of it, she expected the air to snap crisp, clear and free of death goo vibes— at the very most a low level of ectoplasm tickling the back of her brain.

Instead, death hit her full-force, like stepping out of an air conditioned diner into southern summer. A dominating maliciousness weighed her down, anger drying her throat.

Double crap.

Her steps faltered once she was fully outside the circle, stomach suddenly nauseated with the intense presence of a ghost. She slapped a hand over her mouth, biting her tongue to keep it down.

The one who offered to buy her a drink— stepped forward even though the rest of them kept their defensiveness. She took the proffered arm, but also pulled out her creep stick, leaning most of her weight on it.

Jazz's mind hop-skip-jumped past every other expletive after crap right to fuck, because that was the unmistakable feel of one crusty dusty—and still decently powerful—ex-Realms king.

To be fair, it'd been a good half-millennia since he'd last been out and ceremoniously shoved into the sarcophagus of some sleep before an idiot opened it again.

But still, too soon for Danny to be facing the ghost who'd come too close to crushing his core.

Plus, Danny wasn't the only one affected by a nasty protective streak—hers was just not as life-threatening (though they didn't know exactly if she was alive, per se, but she hadn't really died either) and focused on a small list of individuals. The top of that list being Danny.

"Are you ok?" Red Helmet's modulated voice still held recognizable concern, and that jacket really didn't do the firmness of those muscles any justice (though his stature did say a lot).

Jazz straightened, actively reeling in her own aura so she didn't give them away—there was a small chance that upon her own extensive studying of the sarcophagus and Pariah's powers, he could identify her own ecto-signature. The dome around the summoning circle seemed to keep the auras separate; she hadn't felt anything outside the runes until completely free of its barrier. She also couldn't feel either of Danny or Dani's considerable auras from outside.

Jazz nodded, stomach settling. "Fine. Not too bad a situation you folks've got here." She walked over to a window with a hum, assessing.

There were disbelieving and slightly distressed noises from the young adults with bird-like insignias, but Jazz just rolled her shoulders, starting to pull her hair back into a braid.

Definitely Pariah, and also a proportionate amount of thralls; none even close to Fright Knight's level. All the ghosts of Pariah's council and court were thralls until Danny's beat down reduced his power. Pariah couldn't keep the stronger ghosts in his hold after that, and Danny had released those tied to the kingship rather than Pariah himself.

So, it was what looked like a million empty-headed ghosts and a larger-than-life Pariah Dark on rampage.

Against her, the Ghost King's older sister and First Knight. And possibly Red Helmet and the teen with the R on his chest—they seemed to have ecto-infused weapons that would work against the thralls while she went for Pariah.

She was so ready to use her hundreds of years' worth of combat training against the ghost that almost killed her brother. She didn't think she, specifically, could crush Pariah's core, but she could damn well try if he was going to cause problems.

At least he had the sense to attack a dimension they weren't monitoring.

Too bad the book the magician was reading from had a working summoning.

"Not too bad?? THAT'S your assessment!? Red Hood said Armageddon and what— just another Thursday??" The one with the blue bird across his chest spluttered out, running a stressed hand through his hair.

Jazz was sympathetic, she was stressed when Danny fought Pariah and she was freshly liminal, but now she was First Knight. She had a job to protect her king, her baby brother.

"Monday. Which, and you can quote me on this, are actually cursed to be horrible. And yes, not too bad. Your Big Bad isn't so big or bad compared to me."

Bat Suit spoke up, voice gravely and impatient. "And who are you? Are you the Ghost King? Are you Phantom?"

Out of the corner of her eye, Jazz saw the Ghost King get launched upwards, hitting the top of the dome, which flexed but held strong. He bounced and flattened the Ghost Princess, who struggled to roll him off, choosing to chew on Danny's shoulder.

Maybe she can use that protection ward whenever the two decide to get into it, it looked like the intent to hurt each other kept them contained.

Jazz smiles, wide and sharp. Light armor began to form on her body, its style clearly a modernized medieval. The dark hilt of her sword began to form around the creep stick, glowing a bright teal.

"Nope. I'm his First Knight."

"First Knight?" Batman raises his brow before hus eyes drift to the two squabbling children still in the circle. "I see..."

"Uh, see what, B?" Red Hood snorts. Batmans ignored his son, turning to address the knight.

"I assume one of those children fighting are Phantom? It is rare for a First Knight to leave their charge after all."

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Jazz sighs: Well they are eternal teens. It's a pain but I love my siblings. As much as they are brats.

Batman considers for a momeny, the idea of his kids being eternal teens and shudders slightly.

"Yep! So can you do me a favor?" Jazz turns to Zatanna afterwards, "Can I please have that warding spell you cast on the circle once we're done? It'll do wonders for damage control back home when my siblings get into their tiffs."

Zantanna blinks a few times before shrugging,

"Why does it work on them but not you?"

"You're warding isn't really complete." Jazz said, "The ward you have won't prevent us from leaving the circle, it only prevent those with harmful intent from crossing. I usut wanted to speak and get an idea of the situation... those two are busy trying to rip each h other to shreds."

At this Jazz glances over at her siblings, frowning. Danny was still trying to gnaw through Dani's leg while she pulled at his hair screaming like a banshee.

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Jazz: Did, did you just assume the being you were going to summon would want to hurt you?

Batman: It has, historically, been an issue.

Jazz*looks at siblings*: I suppose I can understand. But yeah. I would like that please. It should make it easier to keep them in line. They have been like that for hours now.

Batman pats her shoulder in commiseration.

Batman: My sons are the same way. My condolences

Some days, Jazz really wished she was an only child. Don't get her wrong she loved her little brother and sister and would be devastated if anything happened to them, but somedays they drove her almost insane. Today was looking to be one of those days.

Jazz thrusted her hands in between her siblings and tried to pull them apart. She managed to scruff her brother, but little Miss Dani wiggled away. As Jazz made a grab for the youngest Nightingale, her brother jerked from her grasp and tackled the youngest. Jazz felt like tearing her hair out as they restarted their fight. She didn't know what started this fight, but she would be what ended it.

Jumping back into the fray, Jazz got Danny into a head lock and a hold on her little sister when she felt the all to familiar pull of a summoning.

Crap.

Jazz couldn't tell which one of them was being called and barely considered letting go when the three of them were pulled across time and space. They landed in a ten foot wide summoning circle, not even jostled by the change in scenery. A girl in a magician's hat and outfit, holding a book and wand, gaped at them as the man next to her in a black bat suit gave out a questioning humm.

Other voices of confusion rang out, and the girl flipped through her book, cursing someone called Constantine. Jazz briefly wondered the kind of impression her and her siblings were making with her trying to grapple and separate her two siblings, her little sister sinking her teeth into her brother, and Danny kicking out at his little sister.

A migraine started to form behind Jazz's temples.

That's it.

She was done.

Let the little gremlins kill each other.

She released her siblings. Stepping away, she rubbed her temples and held back a groan. She really needed a drink.

"I can buy you a drink." A voice from out of the summoning circle said.

Oh dear, she said that out loud.

The voice came from a man outside the circle, leaning against a wall in a red helmet and leather jacket. He rubbed his neck nervously as Jazz eyed him while considering his offer.

"I mean," he continued, "it's the least I can do since my associates mistakenly brought you here."

Despite the circumstance, Jazz felt the corners of her lift. So he's a little charming. "Who were you trying to get?" She asked.

"The ghost king."

"For?"

He pointed a thumb at a window next to him, "We're trying to stop Armageddon."

From her position within the summoning circle, Jazz could only see the red glow of the sky and dark smoke billowing on the wind.

Completely ignoring her little sister suplexing her brother, she glanced at the floor and took a moment to study the runes that made up the summoning ray. There's the summoning rune, royalty symbol, and ghost symbol. As she looked at the ray, she realized that the only protection ward woven within it was one that repells those with harmful intent. She rechecked just to be sure and then stepped over the threshold.

The girl holding the book squawked and the other inhabitants took a defensive stance.

"I thought you said that they can't leave the circle till a deal is made," Batman grumbled to the girl.

"They're not supposed to." She hissed frantically, flipping through the book, "damn you Constantine."

This thread omg

Family doesn’t have to be blood related.

Sometimes family is a righteously angry little girl, her supportive brother, a random stranger with a thirst for chaos and justice, two foreign grandmas, and The Rest Of The Plane.

yasss this makes me happy like nothing else lol

Bruce Wayne beats the shit out of a Vampire!!! Not Clickbait!!!

SO, after Danny is adopted by the Batfam and they accept his Halfa Status, he gives them all their own special Fenton Deflector Badges that will prevent them from being overshadowed and lets them touch ghosts even while intangible

Of course Vlad finds out that his little Badger got adopted by an entirely separate Billionaire and wants to get revenge.

So one day, while Bruce is walking down the street, Vlad tries to overshadow him. He is hoping that he will be able to destroy Bruce’s public reputation and then sell himself Wayne Enterprises, making himself the richest man in the world and making Danny run to him instead.

What actually happens in that Vlad collides face first with Bruce’s back and is knocked to the ground. Bruce turns around, recognizes Vlad, and starts beating the everloving crap out of him.

And across the street, some people are recording it. It looks like a Looney Toons Sequence, with Bruce and Vlad fighting with a bench concealing their view, Vlad and Bruce appearing above a bench, with Vlad holding bruce in a chokehold before Bruce kicks him in the *redacted* and they both fall out of view again,  Vlad trying to crawl away before Bruce drags him back behind the bench, Bruce standing up just in view above the bench, and then proceeding to deliver an Elbow Drop. Basically every comedic fight element you can think of.

The Video gets posted to Youtube and goes Viral within the day.

Danny has a GIF of Vlad trying to crawl away and getting dragged back as his Screensaver. The GIF if him getting kicked in the *redacted* is his Background.

Don’t Add Fanfiction To Your Goodreads Shelf

Hi folks, I know some of you like to use Goodreads to track all your reading and don’t want to distinguish between books and fanfiction.

I am, however, begging you not to do this. It is extremely jarring and disconcerting to be a fic author and find your works somewhere in the wild where you did not personally put them. Fics are not books, are not published in the same way as books, and exist in a precarious legal space.

Please don’t attempt to elide the separation that exists between fandom and the world of official publishing.

Well this is much nicer than how I said it 🤣

[ID: tweet from @westiectweets — “PSA: Don’t Fucking Add Fic to Goodreads What the Fuck”]

update to add:

if you are a fic author and you find your fic on Goodreads, you can get it removed!

Here’s how:

  1. First, you gotta go to Goodreads support Contact Us page. Fill out the form as follows:
  2. What can we help you with? - Book records: adding or editing
  3. What device were you using? - this answer doesn’t matter
  4. Are you reaching out as a publisher, author, neither, or both? - Author
  5. What does your inquiry relate to? fanfiction recorded as book
  6. In the main body of the question, include the link(s) to the Goodreads record(s) for your fic(s)
  7. Hit submit!
  8. Someone should contact you pretty fast; I got a reply within a couple hours, even though it was a Sunday afternoon. They wanted me to confirm that it was a fanfic and asked me to provide proof of authorship which was kinda weird to answer but I was like “uhhh my tumblr is the same handle as my ao3 does that count?” and that seemed to go over just fine.
  9. Once they say they’ve deleted the records it should no longer be searchable although for whatever reason the direct links apparently still work. That’s Amazon for ya I guess.

I hope this helps some of my fellow fic authors!

hey guys please reblog this version

I’ve seen multiple people reblogging the original post with tags saying how they have struggled to get their fics taken down off Goodreads & I want folks to know that it IS possible

“That’s it! I give up!” Phantom yelled. As though he had said something blasphemous, all fighting stopped as the participants stared in confusion. “You humans think you’re the paragon of all existence, proclaiming that anything different is lesser. Well we aren’t! We’re just as sentient as you are, and we have thoughts and feelings! You just choose to ignore it so you can justify your xenophobic actions!”

Phantom turned to Technus, who had frozen in shock as Phantom went on his tirade. “And you! Tell the other ghosts I’m done saving them, too, because none of you care! You don’t care if property is destroyed, or if humans get hurt, or if other ghosts get hurt! All you care about is your stupid Obsessions! You’re too caught up in your own mind to see what you’re doing to everyone around you!”

“But your Obsession is Protection, is it not? You’ve never stepped down from a fight-“ Technus began. Phantom didn’t let him finish.

“My Obsession is Space! If I had my way, I’d spend my nights stargazing, or maybe even on the moon! Instead I’m stuck cleaning up your messes because you can’t control yourselves!” Phantom growled. He glared at the crowd of people who had gathered, curious as to why all fighting had stopped.

“Humans are cruel and hateful. Ghosts are ignorant and careless. I’m tired of wasting my time protecting both sides from the other and being blamed for it. I quit. If anyone dies, or is captured, it’s no longer my problem.“

Like that, Phantom vanished.

The Fentons celebrated, not even noticing Technus make his own escape. The crowd murmured, worry just as prevalent as confidence. The few phones that were recording the event were put away, and later the footage would be checked. Unfortunately, most recordings were corrupted beyond recognition.

Most, but not all.

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Amity Park. Ground Zero for the start of the war between the Living and the Dead. Humanity and Ghosts.

Why it had only recently escalated to this, Batman couldn’t tell. His research found that there had been a portal opened to the Realms years ago, and the laws passed just a year after that. Most of the town was stuck behind an information blackout that the government refused to give access to. Whatever happened, Constantine assured him that it was almost certainly the government’s fault.

After almost three weeks of trying to get beyond the firewalls, he finally figured it out. “Research” that claimed ghosts were nothing but evil. News articles calling “Phantom” a troublemaker. Forums that spoke about how “Phantom” ruined the town while fighting other ghosts.

A video, old and grainy but still clear enough to be used as evidence. A glowing, white-haired boy that told everyone he was done. That he was tired of fixing everything. Of saving everyone. That nobody was good, everyone was bad, and they were on their own.

They used to have a hero, but Phantom left. Without him, both sides tore at each other until there was nothing but an all-out assault. They needed to stop this, but without a mediator they would not make it through to the ghosts.

If they could find Phantom, perhaps they could fix everything before it was too late.

Hero EMT/Field Medic Danny Au

Like maybe due to all his scraps and bumps as Phantom, Danny ends up getting EMT and Field Medic training or starts studying to be one. Cause hey this will be helpful later he just knows it. Plus he could go into medical engineering (or what ever the field is called that invents medical devices) with hi Fenton Mad Scientist smarts and hyoerfocusing on healing others instead of hunting Ghosts.

A few decades or centuries down the line, Danny is now ghost king and retired from Phantom. His advisors believe he needs a vacation. And ooh look what Clockwork found- a universe with heroes. So off he goes to DC universe.

Except, his core is demanding he help some way..but there are so many heroes. Perhaps instead of being a hero, he could help the heroes.

Que Danny slapping on domino mask, tying his hair back, grabbing his old modified Fenton field medic uniform and the Patented Fenton Medical Bag (which is like the Mary Poppins bag but for medical supplies). And h doesn't even bother going Ghost. He can use his powers in human form but he does so sparingly- like lifting a building off a trapped hero or civilian, icing a wound to stop the bleeding until h can get them some where safe and duplicating himself to help in disaster relief. Suddenly there are reports of a mysterious masked meta field medic showing up at big villain battles or the aftermath of another invasion and running disaster relief and helping civilian and hero alike. Many young heroes tell their mentors of a masked medic who helped patch them up. So on ad so forth.

Game show host Danny

What if one day Danny gets so annoyed at cults summoning him, he makes it a game show

Whenever someone uses his summoning circle they get transported to a game show stage where they compete to see who gets to meet the ghost king

Danny's the host but refuses to tell anyone that he's the ghost king, besides no ones ever won so it doesn't matter

Danny was prepared, he binge-watched all the game shows he could find and then convinced technes to fine him some more

  • There's a big wheel of fortune but instead, it's a wheel of possible dimensions they could go to
  • They have to guess the emotional value of certain items and people are confused when it's a thermos
  • They have to answer questions about fast food franchises
  • If you get caught cheating fright knight will chase them around threatening them for a few hours before sending them home
  • A challenge is to lock them all in a room with box ghost and the last person to say something mean wins
  • Any musical challenges are overlooked by ember
  • There's a game where you have to choose the right box but one of them is Pandora's box
  • Skuller will chase them through an obstetrical course for "physical challenges"

Everyone loves it, all of dannys rogues get to mess with humans, the cultist won't be summoning him anytime soon, and Danny gets to laugh his ass off at this...no one quite knew what to expect when young Justice tried to summon him as a dare

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Okay, I want to follow this content. What do I do?

Hello everyone.

So given the recent raise of "tag me!" replies in fics going around Tumblr, and given the recent awareness post about how disheartening, annoying and sometimes disappointing it can be to only get that kind of engagement — I've thought it was a good idea to explain what you can do if you want to follow content.

Basing on what Dis already added to the original post, this is a more detailed list of what options you have when enjoying the content you see.