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Ghost Helpline part 8
All in all Uncle Dans lecture had been rather short and to the point. There had been no yelling, no anger, no demeaning or things thrown. While there had been a scowl at hearing the term Uncle he took Konstelacios explanation in stride. Dan sighed a lot but he wasn’t angry.
So why did she feel so awful? Uncle Dan always had anger problems, but she trusted him ether way. How couldn’t she after surviving an entire war with him. She was use to anger, she could take anger. Not, not whatever this was.
Konstelacio felt pressure push down on her chest. She didn’t like this at all! Her head hurt, yelling would have been easier.
//“ Let me get this straight. You did a favor for the Justice League and for payment you asked for loose change?!!!!”//
She rubbed at her horns in a attempt to soothe herself. They didn’t know who she was, it’s not as if she had defamed the family in any way. It’s not as if she asked for money directly… then again maybe that would have been better. She may be a Masters but it’s not as if any of the money was hers. She frowned, was it because she didn’t assert herself for their house? Had she made them look poor?
The little demon hunched in on herself she hadn’t meant to do any of that at all. Thank god she didn’t mention the handkerchief.
At the thought of the article she pulled it out and looked at it along with the rest of her prizes. She smiled a tad lopsided, “Looks like I need a belt.” And she knew someone just tech savvy enough to make her one.
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Dan was tired, but sated. Better than being soup in a thermos shaped cell. He missed war.
The fight for the throne hadn’t been as easily won as Danny’s family had assumed. Pariah, Dark had been gone for too long, the infinite realms cutting themselves into pieces. Distancing themselves, becoming stagnant, refusing to allow a ‘ghost’ of all beings rule them again. But Danny had grown to be more than that; a child of death herself, true balance, the great one. Dan snickered to himself, what a lame title.
Dan had demanded his place among the throngs of soldiers. He had earned his place as general. He killed and fought… and protected. Jazz was his sister again, his confidant (therapist). So when she pulled him a side one day to ask him a favor, Dan said yes.
Dan should have asked more questions.
Dan ended up keeping an eye on three forever children on a battle field. Which was easier said than done. They were reckless, suicidal shit heads with everything to prove. And they did; the witch boy, the host, the demon-ling. He hated to say it but the war might have not been won with out them. It hurt to think about.
It hurt to think about Vlad swooping in and giving them what Dan couldn’t. It hurt to see the host be a hero instead of a child. It hurt to see the demon sell her abilities for change. He huffed, flaming hair waving. At least the witch had the sense to run away from those that used him.
Dan sighed and signed and signed and signed papers. Fucking Aragon.
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No one paid attention as Booster Gold hobbled threw the doors. Blue Beetle should be in soon. Some of the leaguers even rolled their eyes honestly Booster was such a douche.
They ignored him as he practically threw himself on the couch, holding his ice pack to his head. So the idiot had also managed to get himself injured. Huh figures.
“Hey! Nightwing!”
“Haha hey Booster! How was space?”
“Crazy! Hey what’s up with everyone?”
“It’s along story.”
“I got time.”
“Honestly Booster it’d probably be faster for me to give you a copy of the reports.”
“Ugh reading! Come onnnn.”
Nightwing figured he could humor the man for a few minutes, “Well long story short we meet a demon.”
“Mmmhhhmm”
“They seem to be helping us but we just want to get more info on her to be careful.”
“Wow a real demon. Was she hot?”
“She was like 13.”
Booster got quite in a way Nightwing wouldn’t recognize until later, “Oh word? What did she look like?”
“All the footage was corrupted but Robin managed to make us a decent sketch.”
Booster Gold got everyone’s attention when he almost face planted onto Dicks tablet, “Oh my god! Oh my god! Did she have metal legs?”
“You mean boots yeah she had metallic …”
“Oh my god! And stripes right!!!” Booster was practice on-top of Nightwing dopey smile on display.
Dick thought back to the mass of black cracks on the girls body, “Stripes?”
“Oh MY Ancients! It Konny!!! I’ve missed her so much!” Booster started to laugh before devolving into tears, “I hope she’s not working for CW anymore. Last time I heard she was on trial for some bogus shit. I hope she’s okay.”
Booster continued to cry as Kord came in glared daggers an Nightwing and took off with his husband.
Dick stared at the open door, “What just happened???” His eyes widened as he stood up ‘Konny’ he never told Booster her name.
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