You Know How It Is

Danny: I want to Take A Nap, does that count?

"This a diplomatic summoning so be respectful-"

"Yeah, bats, we got it." Flash interrupted him, after all this was the 90th time he repeated it.

Batman huffed and Nightwing, who was there to keep Batman from looking too scary, had to work to keep his laugh inside.

"Okay, let's do this" Constantine mutters and starts the ritual. Which, he might add, was very confusing.

A few minutes later, the circle on the floor starts turning green, a swirly lazarus green pit opens and-

"A kid?" Flash sputters out.

"Wow, that's rude you know, I didn't choose to die looking this way" Said the boy? Ghost. Said the ghost.

Nightwing had to hold back a wince because the ghost looked very much like a mix between all of his siblings, change the hair and eye color and you got them down.

"We, uhm, this is supposed to summon-" Superman starts, with that voice of his that is not meant to be condescending but-

"I do have other forms, but most think it's quite...unsettling. So yes, I am the ghost king, phantom. What do you need" phantom said, sounding quite annoyed. "You were interrupting me you know."

Oh no. The ghost king. Is a.

Moody teenager.

Since they're black bears, you go on the offensive. Big, loud, and threatening. Scare them away. If it was an Eight Brown Fucking Bears opening, you go on the defensive. Play dead. Minimal moves. They smell fear. If they were white bears, you have the bishops make peace with their gods and send forth your people as sacrifices in hopes that they will sate its hunger before it reaches you.

I'm still pretty new to chess, can anyone tell me what I'm supposed to do if my opponent plays the Eight Fucking Bears opening? I'm really having trouble.

Oh oh oh, but imagine if Danny was missing something. If he was a ghost of himself. The hollow version of himself, bland and neutral.

Out there is his ghost half. The thing so intrinsically connected to his emotions. Maybe it was a dream catcher situation or the claws from The Ultimate Enemy, and they got sperated, the human half lost in Gotham, missing his ghost half. How can he focus on his 'other half', his soul mate, when the literal other half of himself is missing?

He can't survive without Phantom. Phantom can't survive without him. He's slowly dying, and there's nothing he can do about it except wait for Phantom to find him.

No use letting his soul mate get attached when he might be dead soon. Well, deader.

Damian had a soulmate. Too the suprise to his family, well on his father's side. His mother and grandfather had a knowing look. They had something to do with it. Well, oh well. Danny was found on the streets of Gotham and refused to say anything about his past. That's fine, this family was used to less than amazing past.

But Damian was unhappy with this. For being his soulmate, Danny took longer to warm up to the family than Damian himself did. With less violence at least. But he seemed to be a hallow version of a happier person. A ghost of a person. But ever so slowly he warmed up to them, seeming more alive. But still Damian was unhappy. Danny was his soulmate yet he treated Damian like everyone else. He even avoided Damian entirely at times to be with someone else. (What was he doing wrong? He was trying so hard! Was he such a demon that even the other half of his soul wanted nothing to do with him?)

Grayson said that it wasn't true, but Grayson was wrong.

More fanart for @st-whalefall 's amazing story In the Hall of the Mountain King. Spoilers for chapter six!

I've never done any kind of mini comic before, I think it turned out cool.

i can't do this anymore! i mean i can, and i will, obviously. but i can't fucking do this anymore!

Hello i'm a normal person here's some stuff i drew to illustrate different traits different "person getting controlled" tropes can have

the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

All I need is for someone to gently cup my face and tell me I'm not as doomed as I feel.

Green arrow, getting into a fight with batman because he insulted bruce

“No, I want to hear you say it again,” Ollie said, leaning over the conference table and past Dinah to jab a finger in Batman’s face. “Insult him again, I dare you.”

Batman, for his part, looked entirely unperturbed by Ollie’s chest puffing. “I said, Bruce Wayne isn’t exactly known for being intelligent. That’s common knowledge, Green—”

“Do you know what he’s been through?” Ollie exploded, “Do you know how fucked up his childhood was? It’s a miracle he’s functioning as an adult. I knew him in school — do you know what he was? Sad. And you have the nerve to sit in your stupid little angst suit and lecture me about Bruce Wayne?”

Dinah swallowed, giving up on holding Ollie back. She glanced at Batman out of the corner of her eye, prepared to size up an opponent, but the other man’s posture was still relaxed.

He seemed…taken aback, if such a thing was possible for the Batman.

“I…apologize,” Batman said quietly. “I hadn’t realized the extent of your feelings toward him.”

“Pick on someone your own size next time,” Ollie grumbled, as close to an apology as he would get. “Bruce does so much for Gotham. More than you’ll ever do. So yeah, if he’s a little air-headed sometimes — that’s fine with me.”

With that, Ollie turned on his heel, exiting the conference room with a huff. Batman stared after him for a long moment, steeped in stillness.

“He cares about his friends,” Dinah offered, breaking the awkward silence. Batman gave her an odd look, jaw tensing.

“I know.”

“Now you do,” Dinah said, putting enough emphasis on the first word for him to look up at her, acknowledging the hint. “I’d better go check on him.”

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