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snazzydwarf · 9 months
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Jasons pit madness is actually him going mama bear mode-
I was brushing my teeth when this DC x DP idea just zapped into my brain and I HAD to let it out-
So I'd imagine that in the GZ time works differently, but in the sense where it passes really really slow compared to how it would normally pass. This is to allow newly formed spirits a time to grieve and heal before saying good bye to their loved ones.
So now imagine a newly formed Jason Todd arriving to the Ghost Zone, still donned with the Robin outfit he died in. 
While he floats aimlessly around for a while he eventually encounters another young ghost... like really young, no more then 5 years old.
He watched as this kid, his kid, grow into the powerful ghost he was always meant to be. His favourite moments where when Clockwork allowed them to visit outside the GZ to go stargazing so they could fulfil the kids space obsession. 
This ghost is Danny. (You can choose your own way of him getting there but I would imagine the portal being completed way earlier than cannon but still follows how Danny got his powers, although this time he was trapped on the other side of the portal rather than popping back out into this parents basement.)
Years pass in the GZ and Jason has officially taken Danny under his wing. At first it was difficult, he was only 15 goddammit! He shouldn’t be the soul caretaker of this kid, let alone a dead one! But the thought of leaving Danny alone in this green void made his stomach churn, he couldn’t up and leave and abandon a kid he said he would take care off, he would do anything for Danny. He wasn’t like Bruce
They were fine, happy even, he couldn’t imagine a life without this little tyke who became his whole world in the time he was in the Zone, but then it was all gone. His core felt a sudden pull so tight it felt like it was being ripped out of his body, it hurt, oh god did it hurt but it couldn’t compare to the sound of Danny’s cries as he watched Jason crumple to the ground and begin to fade away.
He stalked through Gotham at night and began setting up his plan for revenge, although Red Hood was born he couldn’t help feel like he lost something. The slightest thing would tip him of, making him go into a blind fury, ripping his enemies apart in an almost frantic desperation. He knew he was searching for something, fucking something, but what is it? 
He was back in the land of the living, and he was furious, but he didn’t know what for. His memories where fuzzy at best and the only thing he remembers is a sharpness in his chest and green in his vision. 
At first he thought it was the desire for revenge, that he was searching for retribution against the man who killed him and the man who didn’t do enough to save him, but it wasn’t until almost a year after he took up the Red Hood mantel did it all click into place and his world suddenly became right again, all it took was one voice and one word.
“DAD!”
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snazzydwarf · 9 months
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A Place To Rest
Do you guys ever think Danny wanderers the cemetery at night, looking at all the graves of past Amity residents and finding a sort of solace in their resting place. 
Maybe he has certain places he likes to visits, certain graves he finds to have a more comforting aura to them, almost as if they’re beckoning the young hero to take a break and rest upon their grave. Promising to protect him from harm within the shadow of their gravestones.
Perhaps he’s even envious at the fact they can rest easy, that they have a place to sleep undisturbed while he shambles around in a body that holds his soul but not his heart.
As the years gone pass his visits to the gravesite becomes more and more frequent, to the point he has his own designated area that he claims as his on resting spot. 
It’s not much, just a small empty spot under a young tree that’s barely passed the sapling stage. Fitting, he supposes, that the place he wishes to rest is under new life. 
His usual Rouges barely visit the place, not only is the cemetery a “not fight zone” for all of the undead but also because they recognise the signs of one mourning their past life. While the kid may not have a body to bury he does have his dreams to entomb, his past wishes and hopes are beneath the earth where his body should be. Instead it sits on-top of the dirt, surrounded by lonely headstones.
Maybe once the day comes for him to go they’ll bury him under the tree that has now fully grown. At least it’s no longer lonely there, he’s surrounded by a few new graves some older than the last.
Two sit either side of the hero's new tomb, while an extra three guard the front protecting the newest but most anticipated headstone. 
Finally there’s no reason to be yearning for sleep when he has an eternity to catch up on it. This time though he’ll have people there to watch over him like how he did to them. A town gathered together to protect their oldest and youngest soldier.
The one who fell first but rested last. 
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