Curate, connect, and discover
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-is a new experience for Danny. But he isn't in Amity anymore. Amity is gone, and he's alone. He isn't in Amity anymore, where the people knew him as Phantom and they knew he was fighting to keep them safe day in and day out.
He isn't in Amity anymore, where if he collapsed in the streets, he'd wake up on a couch with a blanket and have a few moments of peace before the next Thing happened.
He isn't in Amity anymore, with His people, and His problems, so why can't he Stop Helping?
So, here he is, peeling himself off the pavement, like the world's most unflattering pancake. This villain didn't even have the decency to leave a pad of butter on him to melt into his tender flanks. Okay, maybe the pancake analogy is getting away from him.
Even without the sun, the blacktop is hotter than Hell on a Sunday and Danny feels like he maybe partly melted into it after getting unceremoniously splattered.
His face finally leaves the ground, sticking unpleasantly, and a wave of dizziness washes over him almost intensely enough to send him right back down. Scrunching his nose, he spits an unpleasant blob of green out. It almost instantly evaporates once separated from his main body, but it wasn't quick enough that he didn't spot a pair of teeth in there.
"Ugh, ew." Danny runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth, feeling fragments of his everything pulling back into their proper places, the two teeth already replaced. Perks of being ectoplasmic, he supposes. "Better me than someone who couldn't get back up, though."
He wants to shake his head to clear the fog, but knows deep in his bones (He knows he still has those, you can only break them so many times before you're absolutely certain that you Definitely still have them) that shaking his head would make him upchuck, and he desperately wants to keep his insides inside him as much as he can.
A black and blue glove appears in his vision and he takes it, bracing for the person-shaped black and blue blob connected to the hand to heave him off the ground. The figure is saying something, but the words are completely lost to underwater sounds.
Danny shoves his pinkie against his ear canal and shakes it rapidly until, with a small pop, he can hear again. Is there a fire? It sounds like there's a fire nearby.
"Sorry, I think there was ecto in my ear, wanna repeat that?"
"Jesus jumped-up Christ, man, are you okay?"
"I feel like a pancake with no butter, why?"
"Is... Is that bad?"
"Bad?" Danny shakes his head and immediately regrets it, swaying until he spreads his feet and drops his head between his knees. Ah, that's better. "It's an affront to pancakes."
"I... I don't butter my pancakes."
"You monster."
Danny runs his hands through his white locks to push them back and out of his face as he stands back up, blinking hard while his eyes fix themselves and clear. He can now make out the blue bird on the chest of the black-suited vigilante in front of him. Nightwing, then. He guessed from the glove, but it was nice to get confirmation.
"Never knew Nightwing was a monster. I thought we'd get along through humor, but I guess not." He wiped a fake tear from his eye that... might not have been fake, just another drip from the side of his head having been flat. Oh well, it's gone now.
"You... you gonna be okay, man?" Danny could almost taste the apprehension.
"I've come back from worse. Wouldn't mind having a couch to crash on, though. Ancients, I miss home, the people were a lot cooler, even the rogues were cooler. More colorful and less likely to kill someone."