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likeafairytale · 8 months

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"To hell with schemes. To hell with revenge. I'll burn down this entire place right now if you ask me to." - an unusually very open Ursula to Malachai, a few minutes before he's forced to go to the altar

Malachai wasn't expected to see Ursula right now. To be honest, he sent the invitation to her and her... family, but wasn't sure she will actually show up. He did it mainly to get to his father, who couldn't refuse the request. The High King of the Seas tried to argue with his firstborn about having Ursula back here, and others little details, but for once, the merman stood up for himself on some things he thought important, like having his twin sister here with him. He barely heard her words, to be honest, because as soon as he registered that she was right next to him, he hugged her. This was quite unexpected from them, for they weren't the kind of twins to hug or show affection, even though they knew they love each other unconditionally. But only know, Malachai realized how he needed her at the moment, and how glad he was that she came.

Ursula seemed taken aback by the hug, which wasn't surprising, but she hugged him back, and for a moment, the young man felt as if they were back to their childhood and all he wanted was to go explore the seas with his twin sister, the kraken, and the leviathan like the good old days. Then, after a few second, her words finally reached his brain, and he let go of her, frowning, suddenly serious.

❛No you will not.❜ He simply answered, and it was clear that it was a direct order.

❛Why? We will be done with him!❜

❛There are too many innocent people here. People who don't deserve to be collateral damages.❜ He said, and he could see at her expression that she didn't really care about his words, which is why he kept going: ❛I can't put people's life in danger for so little.❜

❛So little?! You are about to marry a fucking stranger, that's not 'so little'! Why are you like that!? Why are you marrying someone you don't even fucking know, and why the fuck do you care this much about other people safety?!❜

❛Because this is what being the future High King is all about!❜

As often between them, the simple conversation became a screaming match, and Malachai had to force himself to stay calm to not drawn attention to them, especially Triton's one. He took his sister by the arm and brought her behind a curtain, in order to have a bit of privacy. Closing his eyes, the man sighed and tried to keep his composure, which was hard, but he finally succeeded. Taking Ursula's hand, he tried his best to smile, but it was clear he was doing so only to reassure his sister.

❛We both knew this day will happen, don't we? This was my duty from the beginning, I was just a fool to believe I could escape it...❜

❛Malachai, don't let him take that away from you.❜

❛It's all right. I already gave him my terms for it.❜ He said while shrugging, and it made Ursula frowned. He wanted to explain, but before he had time, Nathaniel came, clearing his throat to catch their attention.

❛Mal... It's time.❜ He said, and Malachai could see that the siren was as sad and angry as Ursula right now. He looked at his sister once again, kissing her forehead in a protective way.

❛Be quiet, please. I know father is waiting for you to overreact, so he can once again attack you in front of everyone. He will be happy to declare a war right now, let's not give him this satisfaction.❜

❛I won't promise that.❜

❛Please, Ulla. As a wedding gift.❜ She reluctantly sighed and nodded, which made Malachai smile genuinely. ❛Thank you. For being here.❜

❛We're twin. Obviously, I would show up.❜

❛Yeah, at least I invited you at my wedding.❜

Ursula sighed again at her brother's bitter words. Yes, he still wasn't over the fact that his twin sister was married –or so he thought– and he wasn't even there. But right now, this discussion seemed trivial. Taking a deep breath, he looked at her leaving for the bench, while he followed his brother to the altar, in order to get married to a girl he never saw before.

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starry-bi-sky · 2 months

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i need to get this out of my head before i continue clone^2 but danny being the first batkid. Like, standard procedure stuff: his parents and sister die, danny ends up with Vlad Masters. He drags him along to stereotypical galas and stuff; Danny is not having a good time.

He ends up going to one of the Wayne Galas being hosted ever since elusive Bruce Wayne has returned to Gotham. Vlad is crowing about having this opportunity as he's been wanting to sink his claws into the company for a long while now. Danny is too busy grieving to care what he wants.

And like most Galas, once Vlad is done showing him off to the other socialites and the like, he disappears. Off to a dark corner, or to one of the many balconies; doesn't matter. There he runs into said star of the show, Bruce who is still young, has been Batman for at least a year at this point, but still getting used to all these damn people and socializing. He's stepped off to hide for a few minutes before stepping back into the shark tank.

And he runs into a kid with circles under his eyes and a dull gleam in them. Familiar, like looking into a mirror.

Danny tries to excuse himself, he hasn't stopped crying since his parents died and it's been months. He rubs his eyes and stands up, and stumbles over a half-hearted apology to Mister Wayne. Some of Vlad's etiquette lessons kicking in.

Bruce is awkward, but he softens. "That's alright, lad," he says, pulling up some of that Brucie Wayne confidence, "I was just coming out here to get some fresh air."

There's a little pressing; Bruce asks who he's here with, Danny says, voice quiet and grief-stricken, that he's with his godfather Vlad Masters. Bruce asks him if he knows where he is, and Danny tells him he does. Bruce offers to leave, Danny tells him to do whatever he wants.

It ends with Bruce staying, standing off to the side with Danny in silence. Neither of them say a word, and Danny eventually leaves first in that same silence.

Bruce looks into Vlad Masters after everything is over, his interest piqued. He finds news about him taking in Danny Fenton: he looks into Danny Fenton. He finds news articles about his parents' deaths, their occupations, everything he can get his hands on.

At the next gala, he sees Danny again. And he looks the same as ever: quiet like a ghost, just as pale, and full of grief. Bruce sits in silence with him again for nearly ten minutes before he strikes a conversation.

"Do you like to do anything?"

Nothing. Just silence.

Bruce isn't quite sure what to do: comfort is not his forte, and Danny doesn't know him. He's smart enough to know that. So he starts talking about other things; anything he can think of that Brucie Wayne might say, that also wasn't inappropriate for a kid to hear.

Danny says nothing the entire time, and is again the first to leave.

Bruce watches from a distance as he intercts with Vlad Masters; how Vlad Masters interacts with him. He doesn't like what he sees: Vlad Masters keeps a hand on Danny's shoulder like one would hold onto the collar of a dog. He parades him around like a trophy he won.

And there are moments, when someone gets too close or when someone tries to shake Danny's hand, of deep possessiveness that flints over Vlad Masters' eyes. Like a dragon guarding a horde.

He plays the act of doting godfather well: but Bruce knows a liar when he sees one. Like recognizes like.

Danny is dull-eyed and blank faced the entire time; he looks miserable.

So Bruce tries to host more parties; if only so that he can talk to Danny alone. Vlad seems all too happy to attend, toting Danny along like a ribbon, and on the dot every hour, Danny slips away to somewhere to hide. Bruce appears twenty minutes later.

"I was looking into your godfather's company," he says one night, trying to think of more things to say. Some nights all they do is sit in silence. "Some of my shareholders were thinking of partnering up--"

"Don't."

He stops. Danny hardly says a word to him, he doesn't even look at him -- he's sitting on the ground, his head in his knees. Like he's trying to hide from the world. But he's looking, blue eyes piercing up at Bruce.

Bruce tilts his head, practiced puppy-like. "Pardon?"

"Don't." Danny says, strongly. "Don't make any deals with Vlad."

It's the most words Danny's spoken to him, and there's a look in his eyes like a candle finding its spark. Something hard. Bruce presses further, "And why is that?"

The spark flutters, and flushes out. Danny blinks like he's coming out of a trance, and slumps back into himself. "Just don't."

Bruce stares at him, thoughtful, before looking away. "Alright. I won't."

And they fall back into silence.

Danny, when he leaves, turns to look at Bruce, "I mean it." He says; soft like he's telling a secret, "Don't make any deals with him. Don't be alone with him. Don't work with him."

He's scampered away before Bruce can question him further.

(He never planned on working with Vlad Masters and his company; he's done his research. He's seen the misfortune. But nothing ever leads back to him. There's no evidence of anything. But Danny knows something.)

At their next meeting, Danny starts the conversation. It's new, and it's welcomed. He says, cutting through their five minute quiet, that he likes stars. And he doesn't like that he can't see them in Gotham.

Bruce hums in interest, and Danny continues talking. It's as if floodgates had been opened, and as Bruce takes a sip of his wine, it tastes like victory.

("Tucker told me once--") ("Tucker?") ("Oh-- uh, one of my best friends. He's a tech geek. We haven't talked in a while.")

(Danny shut down in his grief -- his friends are worried, but can't reach him. When he goes back to the manor with Vlad, he fishes out his phone and sends them a message.)

(They are ecstatic to hear from him.)

It all culminates until one day, when Danny is leaving to go back inside, that Bruce speaks up. "You know," He says, leaning against the railing. "The manor has many rooms; plenty of space for a guest."

The implication there, hidden between the lines. And Danny is smart, he looks at Bruce with a sharp glean in his eyes, and he nods. "Good to know."

The next time they see each other, Danny has something in his hands. "Can you hold onto something for me?" He asks.

When Bruce agrees, Danny places a pearl into his palm. or, at least, it's something that looks like a pearl. Because it's cold to the touch; sinking into Bruce's white silk gloves with ease and shimmering like an opal. It moves a little as it settles into his hand, and the moves like its full of liquid.

Bruce has never seen anything like it before, but he does know this; it's not human. "What is it?" He asks, and Danny looks uncomfortable.

"I can't tell you that." He says, shifting on his foot like he's scared of someone seeing it. "But please be careful with it. Treat it like it's extremely fragile."

When Bruce gets home, he puts it in an empty ring box and hides the box in the cave. He tries researching into what it is. he can't find anything concrete.

Everything comes to a head one day when Danny appears at the manor's doorstep one evening, soaking wet in the rain, and bleeding from the side.