Damian, Who Grew Up With Advanced Tutors In Every Subject At The Loa, Would NOT Be Chill With Having

I’m like two years late with this au but to everyone who said it was Claire cash in

Warning: Long post?

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Jason did not expect his ghost form to feel…like this.

(Oh, dealing with his body randomly phasing through the ground and smacking his face onto hard concrete was not fun, but Jason dealt with that just like with every other hurdle in his life. By being more stubborn than the problem itself.)

It felt like something… settled into place. That was the best way he could describe it.

He felt as if spite and anger were finally not the only things keeping him awake and running. 

He felt calm, almost. Stable, at least. Whatever pent up energy that was stuck in his chest cavity now flowed freely throughout his body, redistributed, instinctually easier to manage.

It's almost like he could breathe a little bit easier.

(After much… ranting that Jason decided to ignore for his own sanity, Danny said that his case ectoplasmic corruption was probably due to the fact that Death, as a concept, doesn’t let go of things easily, time shenanigans notwithstanding.)

(Becoming a half-ghost was seemingly the only working compromise.)

—

Danny once told him that broad strokes of a ghost’s personality could be guessed by looking at their physical appearance. 

Despite the cool powers, this was a slight downside. Jason dealing with the filth of the Earth meant that being to hide his emotions and who he is was kind of important. Life saving, even.

He realized later on that his ghost form was way too easy to read.

—

He looked at his arms covered in bandages, and got reminded of the amount of times he had to patch himself up in the last month.

His jacket was ripped in place he knew that would have been sewn together when he was a living breathing human (well, as much as he could be).

He always looked slightly on fire?

(Danny told him it's probably related to his... core?)

(He know he died in an explosion but really?)

And then, there was his… veil? Shroud? Cloak?

It looked really nice.

But on the other hand…

It drooped when he felt under the weather. It flicked and thrashed around when he’s either irritated or barely holding back his urge to headshot someone.

And—

(No Danny, my cloak was not fucking wagging when you brought me fresh ectoplasm last week, you’ll have to get your goddamn eyes checked—)

He'll deny it until the day he dies (a second time).

And then his cloak could sometimes just…grow bigger. He figured that it acted as an extension of his own body, and had a nice add-on of allowing him to sense things he couldn't see. Hell, he could even make a hand out of it (wacking Danny with it - gently - never gets old). Jason had to also admit it looked cool, with the wispy bits and with one of its sides becoming a bright yellow.

(It reminded him a bit of his time as Robin.)

—

Being a ghost had a lotta perks.

Dealing with targets was so much easier when no one could see you. Inflitration was so much simpler when walls became optional. Cameras will glitch out when he's around, he left no traces visible to the naked eye and, combined with his training, to say that it was useful would be an understatement.

But, sometimes, he feels like he’s changing as well the more he transforms. Not drastically, but enough for him to look back and notice.

He usually was someone who prided on being efficient and straight to the point.

But now he’s starting to… have fun.

He started using his claws whenever he could. Don't het him wrong, he still uses his guns plenty, but there was just something deeply satisfying about vaulting over things, scaling a wall or crawling on the ceiling with bare hands. 

(Punching people is still the most satisfying by far, though.)

That one time hunting down the Joker wannabes was fun too.

(Danny said he’d get along great with Skulker? Did Jason want to find out? No.)

Fading in and out of invisibility, he picked them off one by one, watching as panic and dread slowly but surely creeped up on the remaining ones.

(After all, he has no respect for those trying to emulate the dead clown.)

—

(Yeah, the Joker was dead.)

(Surprisingly, that has not been a good day.)

—

One of the favorite things he liked to do was rooftop parkour. The… bendability of gravity is… fun, not gonna lie.

(Not flying though. Jason is used to having feet in regular contact with solid ground, thank you very much. No offense, Danny.)

But he gets why ghosts love to fly. When he’s jumping from rooftop to rooftop in Gotham in the at night, watching the city light fly by, cloak spread behind him, it’s as if nothing else matters. 

(No Joker, no petty criminals to beat up, no avoiding the Bats so they don’t find out about his existence—)

He can just enjoy, even just for a little bit.

—

(Somehow the Demon Brat and Orphan could sense him. Will keep and eyes on those two, and also the more reasons to avoid them.)

(The real problem was the new Bat in town. Bruce, what the fuck, another one? Again?)

(The yellow one, Signal. No time to check his profile yet, but probably a meta or something.)

(First night out and the guy almost managed to actually fucking see him —looked at him straight in the eyes and all, then did a double take. Jason never phased into the pavement so fast in his entire fucking life.)

(And so far no Bats on his cloak tails yet.)

(He did help the guy incognito, just a couple of times.) 

(And he also did steal his escrima sticks for fun, and once the guy went out looking for them, he’d put them right back where they were.)

(Turns out, he discovered later, that being a little shit runs in the ghost community.)

—

(Sometimes he also wonders what happened to Danny before they met.)

(He wasn't a Gothamite, that was obvious. He doesn’t pry, but it doesn’t take a lot to piece two and two together.)

(He just wonders who he has to kill this time.)

—

(Jason could not believe he forgot and underestimated just how fucking persistent every single one of the Bats could be. Of course it had to run in the family.)

He gazed down, thought the agony, at the gaping wound under his right armpit.

(The Bats have been chasing him relentlessly for a while now. He got more injuries than he can count, especially from Bruce.)

(They know. Oh, they know.)

(It didn’t go well.)

(He knows the others are there surrounding him to prevent him from escaping, he knows that Dick is right behind him, but at the moment he couldn’t care less.)

It has been a long time since the last time he got shot.

(It felt like someone set his right side on fire.) 

What was flowing out in abundance was a neon, toxic green.

(The Pit Waters, ectoplasm, he didn’t even know that he could fucking bleed in ghost form—)

(Danny—)

He looked back up at Batman, holding a (frankly) ugly gun, white casing and highlights in the same shade of toxic green. 

(A gun that Danny warned him about. And everything behind it.)

Jason felt something in him... snap.

(Why did it have to be you, Bruce.) 

His mouth opened—

(waitsincewhenhecoulddothatthroughtthe mask—) 

(Jason could see the billows of neon green smoke—)

(He couldn’t see Bruce’s expression.)

(Every. Single. Goddamn. Time.)

— and wailed.

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I am genuinely delighted that my last post got that much attention! Thank you so much, to all who liked, rebblogged and commented, it really does mean the most. 💕

This AU may be continued? No guarantees, tho.

For those interested: Part 01

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I’m A Spy!

continuation/aftermath of danny pulling nightwing out of a dumpster

don't let danny fool you with his innocent geek act. that's a working ectogun that he made to look like a phaser. he's absolutely a geek but he's not innocent

I’ve decided to only stan Addison, Eliza and the entire wolf pack

Causally forgets tumblr is a thing…oops.

Anyway here it is: the first in the Phantom Elf Au i have planned.

The Fae Scientist

The Justice league was reaching the end of their hope.

Six months ago, the Green Lanterns sent word that the Xelgaki, who lost their world two years ago, have fallen to their desperation. No longer were they trying to peacefully search for a new planet to colonise, instead, the Xelgaki have decided to simply choose a planet with conditions that meet their needs and then kill off the top species and take its place.

They choose Earth.

The warning, however, was too late and Earth’s defence system was not prepared for how they’d attack.

Biological warfare.

A disease that is highly contagious and starts off mild so that it will be overlooked until it has infected the greatest amount of people. Killing the largest chunk of the population it can and making it easy to kill off the rest afterwards.

“Status?” Batman grunted. His voice was rougher than usual and Clark couldn’t be sure if it was due to the sickness or due to the fact that he hasn’t been sleeping since Jason, the last of his family awake, fell into a coma like so many others.

“Dr Fate and Captain Marvel are searching the multiverse to see if any of them have come up with an antidote but…” John sighed and tapped his unlit cigarette on the table, “ the Xelgaki made this disease completely harmless to them so they never made one. Fate and Marvel haven't found a universe where we’ve survived through the use of a cure, the only ones we survived, we ended up fleeing before we got infected or it never managed to hit us in the first place.”

The comment brought a round of angry grunts, sighs, and swears from those still present.

Most of the human heroes, who aren’t actively magic users, fell to the disease first. Metas got affected even faster than the regular humans. Batman was the last, non magic, human hero standing.

“We’re short on time.” A fact that Bruce, not Batman, needed to address to those he knew were going to survive longer than he was. Clark, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, John Constantine, and Zatanna flinched. They knew they weren’t fully included in that “we”.

“Aquaman and I will not surrender this planet to them.” Wonder Woman had a look of pure rage that called for blood in her eyes. “The Xelgaki will not live past the fear they’ll feel when their limbs greet Earth and meet our armies.”

There was no rebuke for her threats of total annihilation. The Xelgaki were already in the process of genociding the human race and Clark knew that even Batman agreed his ideals didn’t matter as he watched his kids slowly die.

Aquaman is currently quarantining the Atlantians under the sea since they were lucky enough to not to be affected by the airborne disease when it hit Earth and even luckier that the Justice League managed to notify them fast enough that they stayed put.

Aquaman had already sent word that if he comes to the surface and isn’t greeted by mortal humans then he’ll make sure the Xelgaki become an endangered species before chasing them from the planet. Clark knew he would help the Atlantians if he’s still around

“I need you all to come with me to visit Central City’s Star Lab,” Batman continued, ignoring the threats in favour of getting to then point, “if the scientists fall it will be your job to get their notes to Aquaman’s people.”

Grim nods followed. Clark could only hope that his friend would hold out until a cure is found.

That hope was nothing but desperation and Clark knew that in roughly two days time the first of those asleep would start dying off. Tim being one of them.

The time it took to travel to the lab was quiet and sombre. The streets of Central City reflected that.

However, when the last standing of the Justice League made it to Star Labs they were met with a… unique? sight.

Zatanna and John froze. A choking noise came from one of them while the other gasp

“Is that an elf????”

In the middle of the lab, the most ethereal creature Clark has ever seen sat in a rolling chair wearing a pristine white lab coat.

It was also halfway through shoving a six inch bun full of plain mushrooms into its mouth as if it was the most delicious thing it has ever come across and completely defying what Clark knows of human anatomy.

—————————————

It all started with a mistake.

Well, not really a mistake but more like a series of mistakes made while sleep deprived and sick.

Mil contemplates as they shove the entire… veggie burger? Maybe. Doesn’t matter, it's food and free.

An awed gasp is barely audible as Mil continues to shake the carbon mixture they finally got balanced. The gasp was probably due to how much food they could shove into their face without choking since a mixture as basic as the one in their hand wouldn’t gain such a reaction.

Or maybe it would? Who knows maybe the rest of these poor saps were just as sleep deprived and sick as the poor dude Mil’s covering for.

The thought brings Mil back to how they managed to get stuck in this situation in the first place.

Mil had been enjoying their month-long vacation away from Amity Park. It had been a good 40 years since they’d last visited the outside cities and frankly the quiet and peacefulness of places that weren’t wrapped up in ghost fights and undead and immortal politics was a great break.

Though it WAS a lot quieter than they remember it being.

On their walk through a quaint little city called Central City, Mil knew they were reaching the end of how long they could be away from Amity without feeling the effects of Ecto-withdrawal. They had about a week before it started to kick in. They could, of course, use the Ecto-booster that they bought to extend that time but wanted to keep it in case an emergency situation popped up that forcefully extended the time they were out of Amity.

So, thinking about the drive back to Amity that Mil was going to have to start, they may have completely failed to notice the zombie-like scientist that stumbled towards them in the empty street.

“YoU!” The scientist yelled, though the word came out like it had been through a blender due to how sore his throat sounded, as he stumbled his way over. Mil could tell this man had maybe like three hours of sleep and it didn’t help that he looked sick as death. “You look like me, are you a chemist? please tell me you're a scientist of something at least, you look like me,” he basically sobbed as he got close to where Mil had stopped.

Mil did not, in fact, look anything like the dude other than having the same hair colour. Sure they had roughly the same body type but Mil’s body was built more for speed from 245 years of running and was a lot more slim than the obviously sick and sleep deprived scientist.

Ignoring the pointed ears and slight fangs of course, ecto-contamination at its finest.

They also weren’t quite sure why looking like him was a requirement to being a scientist and they can’t help but honestly wonder if it was just a desperate guess or if someone “look-like-me” means there is a higher percentage chance of the other person having at least a similar job.

Since the poor dude was correct on the scientist part.

Definitely a theory Mil wants to look into on their free time.

Regardless, Mil remembers the days of sleepless all-nighters and the barely comprehensible babble that lab work brought with it. They definitely remember the logic that comes to a scientist when one hasn’t seen a bed in over 72 hours. Mil can definitely relate.

“I’m not a chemist, but I am an epidemiologist with some experience with lab work. I specialise in breaking down a disease into its most basic form and creating direct counters.”

“So lab scientist?” Mil sighed, the dude was definitely on the end of his rope if he only caught that much of their response.

“Yes I’m a scientist and can work in a lab.”

The relief that hit the dude was visible to anyone bothering to watch but before Mil could even ask why this was important, the guy shoved a Star Labs chemist ID into their hands and had his bag off his shoulder and offered out to Mil.

“The labs at the end of this street. I made sandwiches and you can have all the food if you help cause I can’t no more.”

Mil had a week before they absolutely had to leave. Preferably leaving in three days to get back before the worst of the Ecto-Withdrawal hit if they weren’t leaving immediately.

So, helping a fellow scientist (Jack Whitemen if the ID is to be believed) out and acquiring free food while doing so or start the long ass drive back to Amity?

Mil chuckled as they added the infected blood sample into the nicely shaken carbon mixture. They can’t believe that Jack’s plan to introduce themself as him to get into the lab worked. Although, considering the fact that the lab had an active count down timer, Mil couldn’t really blame them for not noticing. Everyone in the building looked run down to some degree and it was probably due to some stuck up prick CEO who threatened to cut their funding if they didn’t get this project done before the clock ran out. The prick was probably hoping to get the finished product without paying the scientists who slaved away to make it.

Not on Mil’s watch.

Sure, Mil MIGHT be projecting just a little but not a single person has corrected their angry mutterings about stupid deadlines made by stupid fucking stick-up-their-asses pricks who deserve to be wiped off the face of all existence.

In fact, all Mil has received are nods and grunts of agreement so they reserve the right to say their ‘projections’ are correct anyways.

The solution on the stand in front of Mil finally turned a lovely shade of red and with it came a complete pin-drop silence.

This was definitely a hard task to complete for that stupid time limit the staff were given, but luckily for them Mil worked on the ecto-nerve-flu of 2153 which looked very similar to the blood samples Mil had been given. They remembered how a vaccine derived from pinapple juice saved the city from taking a stupidly long nap and it was all because someone accidentally spilt their breakfast on one of the samples. (Ecto-diseases are just weird.)

Frankly it didn’t hurt to try it out and see if the vaccine for E.N.F. would work for this too.

Which it apparently does.

Of course it’s not the full E.N.F. vaccine but Mil did their best with the lack of ectoplasm and simply stuck the pseudo vaccine in the microwave to get effect close enough to what they were aiming for.

The cheering and sobbing finally started up and Mil took that as their cue to leave. That and the fact that the Ecto-Withdrawal was hitting earlier than expected if the hallucinations of cosplayers standing in the corner were anything to go by.

As Mil slips through the crowd of cheering and crying scientists they glance at the clock that still has 50 hours left before it runs out and smiles.

All in three days work.

This will definitely make for an amusing story to tell their coworkers when they get back home.

——————————

A week after the Justice League witnessed the creation of a life saving cure that shocked and rattled the world, they still have no fucking clue who and what had created it.

The camera footage of the time is gone as if it never existed.

Zatanna and John could only tell it wasn’t human.

The scientists refuse to admit it wasn’t Jack because “we aren’t stupid enough to piss of the ‘scientist’ who made the cure”.

Jack Whitemen admits his last memory before he lost consciousness from the disease was of him bribing a fae-like-creature with a sandwich.

They know nothing.

DPxDC Demon Children Are Multiplying

This idea is still stuck in my head, and I might even end up writing something out of it, but for now, I just thought of something equally really, really stupid and really, really funny.

What if I combine that idea with Al Ghul Twins. I don't know how. Maybe Talia was cautious about Ra's not wanting to keep two kids for a position of Heir, or maybe she staged Danny's death, or maybe something else entirely happened. But anyway, Danny is Damian's twin.

Then, Dani is the same age as Danny in this AU. And Dan is de-aged to be the same age as both of them.

Now behold an absolute train wreck of a situation where Bruce attends a Gala hosted by Vladimir Masters. Together with Damian, of course, and maybe other batkids are there too. They all part their ways to make their rounds or whatnot. And they all keep seeing Damian wherever they go. Just everywhere.

Dick is talking to someone, and Damian walks past him, not paying him any attention. Which is not surprising, but a little rude, and, wait, wasn't he wearing a red tie? When did he change it to green one?

Tim is just going on the top floor to greet a lady he recognizes from some other event, and Damian all but storms in the opposite direction, only letting Tim catch a glimpse of his face. But when Tim turns around, he is really confused: the person running down the stairs is clearly a girl, albeit she is wearing a suit. Her long hair is up in a complicated braid. Why did he even mistake her for Damian?

But the ultimate confusion happens when Bruce is talking to Vladimir Masters, and a very familiar voice calls, "Father". Because both he and Vladimir turn to face the boy and ask, "Yes?" at the same time.

Damian is standing there, looking between Bruce and Vlad. He looks a little off somehow, but before Bruce can figure out why, the boy blinks and focuses on Vlad.

"We've been looking for you," he tells the man, and, wait, when was Damian looking for Masters? Furthermore, who is we?

But then another child comes closer. And-

That's Damian.

That's two Damians.

Wait, no, none of them are Damians.

"What is it?" Vladimir raises an eyebrow, not paying too much attention to Bruce's blanched expression.

A third child comes towards them, and this one also looks like Damian, only this one is a girl.

"Template's duplicate is here," she says, and Vlad frowns, turning to the Damian lookalike in the middle.

"Have you had another incident that I don't know of?"

Whatever answer the boy wanted to give is cut off by a n o t h e r child who looks like- no, this is real Damian, thank God, Bruce had started to wonder if the champagne was spiked with hallucinogens.

"Father-" he stops in his tracks as the three other children turn to him, and the four of them just stare at each other for a long moment. Then the one in the middle takes a sharp breath in and stage-whispers:

"Quick, do the meme!"

And all three not-Damians start pointing at each other.

Bruce is going to have an aneurysm. Judging by Vladimir's face, he is also not far from one.

Just my ramblings under the cut

I think you all know what meme I'm talking about, but I'm still gonna add it

This is so fucking hilarious to me, I'm sorry, I just can't

Danny is not missing this opportunity of a lifetime, even though Vlad specifically asked all three of them not to cause a scene. And yes, they all call Vlad "father" just for the spite of it or for shits and giggles. I'm going with Bad Fentons idea here, although I'm not sure to which degree they are bad, but anyway, Vlad is their legal guardian, and he is redeemed.

Yes, Dick took a picture. Yes, it's already in the group chat. Yes, other batkids are going wild.

Damian is greatly confused because, first, he thought there was a clone of him at the gala, but apparently, there were three of them, and second, why are they pointing at each other? Should he join them? He is under the assumption his brother is dead (he's not exactly wrong on that account), or he doesn't even know he existed.

This is as far as I got now, feel free to add anything!

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I'm not trapped with you, you're trapped here with me.

Danny, in Gotham after bolting from the GIW after a reveal gone bad, is on the roof of a building.

The building is surrounded by GIW agents.

Danny can't fly away, or they'll gun him down.

When the local vigilante lands behind him, all he can think about is how he isn't ready to die all the way. That he admires Gotham Vigilante's, but he isn't going to doubt that they'd side with the letter of the law.

So he overshadows them and bullshits his way out of the situation.

For a Bat, which Danny has heard are notoriously stubborn and tenacious, the chick he's possessing is surprisingly chill. She isn't fighting back at all, completely content to hand over the reigns.

Usually there's like, a little struggle.

Cass, however, is quietly perusing through the memories of the ghost that has possessed her.

He had no ill will when he did the jump, only fear. He only seeks to escape, and Cass understands that with an intimacy she wished she did not have.

What she wants to know is the why.

Hence, subtly going through his mind.

There are many things she was not aware were laws, and she believes that Bruce does not know are laws as well.

She will have to tell him.

He will fix it, one way or another.

She will make sure that he does.

So she watches the most recent memory of her Ghost possessing her; memorizes how it feels for him, how he did it from his point of view, and decides to take over so that she can get him to optimal safety.

If he is a ghost, and a ghost is a soul, and she has a soul; she should be able to take control again. Possess herself. Lock him in.

She is right.

She can feel the brief struggle, the confusion, as her ghost is forced to be the passenger. He tries to leave, but she focuses on how possession felt for him and locks him in place.

Ah!

This would be a good time for a Star Wars quip. It will be funny, even if he does not understand it.

"Congratulations. You are being rescued. Please do not resist."

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peeling those sour rainbow gummy strips into long thin strings and putting them into cheap energy drink to create something im calling battery acid spaghetti will update once ive finished it