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"I desire the company of a man who could sympathize with me; whose eyes would reply to mine." - Cishet Male.
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how is it not one person is talking about the Ghost Post in dead boy detectives. imagine being such a mailman in your life that you continue doing it into the hereafter. no eternal rest while there’s mail to deliver. other ghosts don’t know why or how you do it. you are arcane to even the occult
all day in and out you just show up places and shout MAIL CALL and then say vaguely ominous things like “Mail gets delivered wherever you go” and before disappearing into the built in bookshelf. i want this job so bad
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Miguel: well at least you're sensible
Noir, barely eighteen, been broken out of prison, has killed a man and will do it again, just bit someone, building a bomb: sure. Sensible.
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AND THAT CONCLUDES OUR POLL!!! Looks like chocolates were the winner!!! Thank you to all the people who voted 😁
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DPXDC Prompt #90
Jason was frustrated with life, of course he was a revenant without a way to get revenge with Bruce’s no kill rule. Doesn’t say he can’t get others to kill for him, so when he gets captured by cultists he decides to take a leap of faith and make his wish to the Ghost King before the cultists can make their stupid wish about world domination or something.
The Ghost King accepts but wants a favor from him, what Jason wasn’t expecting was a kid with black hair blue eyes about 14, showing up on his doorstep saying he needed a place to crash and this was the ghost kings favor. Jason gets a message from his family just then, the Joker is confirmed dead. He doesn’t know why the Ghost King wants him to take care of a random teen but a deal is a deal.
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Batman has to choose between his kid and a civilian.
It's a Joker trap, and whoever he chooses will get released. Whoever gets left behind gets dissolved in acid.
Batman is stalling, trying to give Nightwing and Red Robin the time they desperately need to dismantle the complicated wiring that controls the acid vat hovering over the hostages.
When the civilian does something absolutely horrifying.
"Do it, no balls. You fuckin won't."
Joker turns towards the kid.
The kid gives him a feral smile that looks more like a snarl.
"Kiddo, do you have any idea-"
"Everyone from Illinois knows Joker's just a bitch, anyways."
"...Last chance, brat."
Batman shouts at Joker, tries to get his attention, but what gets said next drowns it out even though the kid never raises his voice.
"You also don't know how to tell a joke, or how to take one."
The vat of acid gets released over the civilians container, and Batman is forced to watch a child die in a sacrifice that wasn't needed at all.
Meanwhile, Danny fucking Fenton, after going intangible and invisible, decides that maybe he will stop at a gas station for some taquitos.
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i like how crowley told muriel “me and aziraphale need ‘us’ time so you gotta go” and then talked about going out to eat at the ritz like it’s soooo transparent his plans were literally 1. get white girl wasted then 2. get fucked over every surface of that damn bookshop . he’s like babygirl you are in the splash zone
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Take Care of Him
The boy, who had Damian’s face, couldn’t be more different than Dick’s (alive?) baby brother.
Aside from his Snow White hair, he smiled and laughed freely, making puns on top of his embarrassing story about his supposed twin brother.
(“Clones don’t have childhood memories right? So if I have an embarrassing story or two, that’ll give you a way to check that I’m not a clone AND give you ammunition for teasing!”)
“—And that’s how his face—and his pride—was forever wounded by Sparta the warrior cat!” Danny finished his story with a flourish, cracking up immediately after.
“Huh, and to think he left it at “training”, obviously he didn’t think anyone would let the cat out of the bag.” Dick said, laughing even as he eyed the lookalike.
Danny snorted. “Yeah, I doubt he thought anything as Cat-astropic as that would happen.”
They sat in silence for a moment, overlooking the buildings below, with the Dalv. Co. Labs smoking in the distance and the breeze blowing past the two, yet only seeming to affect Nightwing and not the phantom beside him.
“Is he safe? Is he happy?” Danny murmurs as he looks up at the stars, looking every bit the forlorn ghost he claimed to be.
“…We keep each other safe. And I’d say once he got past the stabbing faze, he’s pretty happy in Gotham.”
“But I’m sure it’d make him happy to see you again.” Dick thought back to the comments the vampire-ghost they’d fought earlier. It didn’t sound exactly, “happy” or “safe” for Danny. Or anyone else involved.
Danny shook his head. “Nah. He’s… moved on. And with how crazy my after-life is? I’m already dealing with ghosts, ghost-hunters, and my—err—that frootloop from earlier. I do not need to add furries and murder-ninjas to the mix.”
Danny sighed as he floated into a standing position. “Speaking of which, if you could just, maybe not tell him you saw me? Better to let dead dogs lie.”
Danny’s piercing Lazarus green eyes looked at Dick and he saw the exact same expression B had on whenever he “had to do it alone”.
“Just, take care of him, Kay? Or I’ll haunt you to the ends of the universe!” He said, throwing up a peace sign as he turned invisible.
Dick snorted, “Yeah, sure kid.”
Dick got up and started off toward the bat-plane. He had a brother to interrogate, and another brother/clone of his brother to find.
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