Jason had no clue where he was going, much less why it felt... familiar.
He didn't know why this pit green hellscape didn't drive him up the wall. He didn't know why it felt like coming back to Gotham all over again (except with less murderous intention, but that was besides the point). Or why he was able to understand whatever physics this land abided by.
He automatically knew how to use the grapple gun in a place where gravity seemed optional. He veered around some places for no reason, but in his chest it felt like he knew there was danger there.
He bypassed door after door with Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin trailing behind him, never seeing another soul (hah, pun. Why was that a pun?). And then swung up in a long arc that felt more like flying than anything (why did he know what it felt like to fly?) and landed on a scrubby piece of land no different than any of the others he's seen before. But this one was... different.
He heard his family land behind him (he had landed soundlessly) and face the same door he was looking at. Brown, worn wood carved in simple are nouveau patterns, with knicks and scratches that Jason felt like he could name the cause of everyone.
"It... looks like a manor door," Nightwing said behind Jason, and that was the kicker wasn't it? A manor door, floating half a foot off the ground above purple grass in a Lazarus green wasteland for no discernable reason, and... Jason had led them there. A pulling in his chest that said he knew the way (the Pit was quiet, for the first time in... ever).
"No shit, Wing," Jason snarked, because none of the girls were here to do it. They were having a girls night out on town, painting each other's nail, nailing thugs in the face, and doing makeup with the Sirens. They weren't getting cursed by a witch and dealing with this bullshit. They weren't standing in front of a door that led to who knows where (it felt like home) and seriously pondering whether or not to open it (he wanted to).
"Check for traps on the door. We don't know where we are or why we're here," Batman rumbled from behind Jason.
"Already fucking knew that, old man. And the place isn't trapped," Jason replied.
"Tt, and how do you know that, Hood?" The demon brat tutted.
"I just do," Jason opened the door, and stepped through into...
"Huh," the replacement mumbled from behind him, "It's the kitchen,"
"Thank you, captain obvious," Jason snorted and stride further into the manor kitchen. And then stopped.
"It looks different," Nightwing added on, popping up beside Jason.
"This is... the kitchen from years ago," Batman said, approaching an appliance on the wall, "We replaced this salamander not long after..." Batman looked at Jason, and something cold ran down Jason's back.
"After I died," Jason finished. The kitchen was silent.
"Uh, there's another door over here," Red Robin offered. Jason, very much done with the conversation, but somehow still not reaching murderous rage levels, turned and marched over to the door. And stopped again.
Dick made a choking noise from behind Jason. "That's your room,"
And it was. A notch near the bottom hinge from a minor Batarang incident. A discolouration on the door knob from when Jason forgot to decontaminate after a fight and started oxidizing the door knob. And, most damningly, a little handwritten sign proclaiming it 'Jay's Room', slightly knocked ascue like the occupant had brushed past it and decided they'd fix it when they came back. (He didn't come back.)
Jason should be unnerved. Freaked out, turning right around and marching out, saying fuck this noise. But he didn't. He didn't feel scared, or weirded out. He wished he felt those things. Felt more than the increasing chill up his spine, felt more than content (and safe?).
"Well, that's freaky, but is it just me or is it getting cold in here?" Dick asked. Jason straightened up as his breath appeared in front of his face. It wasn't just a chill up his spine, he thought as he whirled around, hand on a gun, searching for the threat.
"Who DARES trespass upon this lair?" A staticky, snarling voice echoed from directly behind Jason. Robin made a choked noise, staring behind Jason. He turned around. Spiraling black shadows, interspersed with sparkles like stars or powdered glass that would kill you if inhaled. Lazarus pit green pools staring right at him, piercing through him.
Once again, he should feel freaked out. Once again, he should be noping out of there, pulling his gun, backing away, doing something. Besides just standing there. And crossing his arms, and raising an eyebrow that couldn't be seen as he replied on pure instinct, "I'll trespass wherever I want,"
Silence. He stared at the eldritch whatever, and the thing stared back. The white stopped swriling, the black stopped shifting like smoke. "Bluejay?" A quiet, almost young voice asked him. His mouth moved without permission.
"Yo,"
"Jay!" The shadowy blob consolidated into a teenager, floating above the ground and looking at him with pure delight.
"I feel like I know you," Jason said, more to himself than the teenager in what looked like a fucking hazmat suit.
"You do. Aww, look at you, you got so big! You disappeared, like, half a year ago," The kid floated closer to him, and the Bats behind him made discontented noises, but Jason didn't move. He felt... safe. He knew this kid with floating white hair and a sharp toothed smile. He... knew him like he knew his way to the door, like he knew the manor kitchen, and the door to his room.
"Can't say I remember that,"
"Yeah, you might not. Coming back to life sucks,"
"You can say that again,"
"I'm happy to see you again Jay. Even if time here is whacked up, and you're old now,"
"Am not!" Jason paused for a moment. Took in the feelings of safety, comfort, and the way the Pit was so, so quiet. "And it's good to see you too,"
Here's a dcxdp prompt and some bones! The Batfam somehow gets transported to the GZ and Jason starts feeling a pulling sensation telling him to go a certain way. They go and find a door eerily similar to me of the mansions door. When they open it they are shocked to seek what looks like the mansions library kitchen and Jason old room except more spooky. They have found his old lair from when he was dead.
!!!!! holy shit this is so good
Of course this has to end with them falling in love over time when the witch comes back and is slowly, begrudgingly, charmed by this unbothered asexual every year.
“You shall fall dead the day your first child is born!” the young, inexperienced witch had cried casting her curse. Little did she know, to an asexual like yourself, she’d practically granted immortality. Now, every year, on the anniversary of the curse, she tries her best to “fix” things.
TV Tropes is a website where users can add and edit entries on the various plot devices and archetypes for various fictional works. Just go to the DP page, and go to the Fanworks tab, should find it easily.
Thank you!
Could be a typo, but I love something about Dan giving him "the hell he needs". Maybe the only way to be cured is to get all the violence out. Dan can meet Jason "eight decapitated heads in a duffle bag" Todd blow for blow while making sure no one else gets hurt.
Dan is walking around Gotham to find a baby ghost who is encroaching On Severe Ecto Madness. The kid looks wayyyy too similar to when he was on his own murderous rampage. Not wanting to watch his own history play out via someone else before his eyes; he drags the guy to his apartment, determined to give him the hell he needs until he is free of Ecto Madness.
"They have black hair and blue eyes, Master Bruce. I do believe that is referred to as the pot calling the kettle a serial adopter, sir."
So like, sad time, but Alfred dies while Bruce is doing his world tour. He never survived long enough to see Bruce become Batman. Died alone in the Manor, after a particularly nasty fall and a broken neck.
But that was unacceptable.
Master Bruce, insufferable boy, could not lose another paternal figure in his life. Also the Manor was still a mess, and Bruce would need someone to make sure he didn't accidentally poison himself.
So he hid his corpse on the Manor grounds, and got to work.
And he was so glad he stayed; sure, it had taken a bit to stop glowing, but really the floating thing was amazingly helpful in reaching the chandelier, and after Master Bruce had returned he had gotten so many grandchildren.
Fast forward; Danny defeated Pariah Dark, he is Crown Prince of the Infinite Realms, Dan is attempting reformation and is technically a Prince by relation, and Dani is attempting to be Dan's parole officer and is definitely a Princess 100% she never forgets that no sir.
And Danny gets approached by some of the Observants, and they tell him that there is a very powerful ghost in Gotham, one that fully and completely blends in with humans and really needs to come to the Infinite Realms to complete his paperwork. But whenever they show up, this ghost thinks that they're there to force him to stay in the Infinite Realms.
And he kicks their asses.
Brutally.
For a bit he had a tiny kid ghost with him kicking their asses as well, but the kid randomly disappeared one day.
The Observants very clearly outline that this ghost is not Gotham herself, although the tax-evading criminal has been seen having tea with her.
Danny has no desire to deal with this; he just graduated high school and needs to focus on what college he's going to choose, so if Dan or Dani want to throw hands with some weird Gotham Ghost then by all means. Fuck taxes anyways, what did the Zone even take for taxation, what-?
So Danny splits his time college hunting and trying to find out how tax laws work in the Ghost Zone.
Dani goes to the old man first, and Alfred promptly sits her down and gives her cookies and hot chocolate, treats her like the kid she's never been treated like between Vlad and all of the Zone focusing on the Princess thing, and she feels at home for the second time in her half-life.
Dani gets a call from a nervous Observant, and promptly tells him she isn't going back either so nyah.
Dan goes to pick her up, and Alfred asks him if he is quite alright, he looks rather tense, and that if it is a fight he wants then the Justice League could probably use a new member, after all Alfred knows an upstanding young man when he sees one, and clearly Dan just needs a chance to prove to himself that he can be good.
Just like another young man Alfred knows.
Dan gets a call from a nervous Observant, and tells them that he's a little busy stopping an alien invasion, and is a tentative member of the Justice League now so he doesn't have time for their bullshit.
Also fuck taxes.
Finally, Danny has no choice.
He goes to drag this random old man and his little sister back to the Zone himself.
Alfred takes one look at him and slowly slides a flier for Gotham University across the kitchen island.
"Your younger sister speaks well of you," the dead butler says, eyes beaming, "and I believe that, given what she has said, you qualify for one of the Wayne Educational Grants for a full ride, so to speak."
Alfred never gets dragged into the Ghost Zone, although eventually he does learn that they weren't trying to drag him into the Land of the dead but were just trying to get him to do paperwork.
He never goes.
Bruce, however, is very fucking confused as to where these strange kids came from.
Gordon: As much as I appreciate it, I don't quite understand why you're doing this.
Johnny: Oh, I had a pretty chill deal with the vigilante in my last haunt. If he found out I was causing too much trouble for the locals he'd drag me back, lol. He's a good kid.
Kitty: Yeah, we're gonna TRY to stay on the right-ish side of the law. Unless the GIW shows up.
Johnny: Oh yeah. If a government organization dressed in all white shows up, we're not holding back. We will go feral and fuck with them and anything they do, damn the consequences.
Gordon, definitely going to sic Red Robin on this mysterious government organization: Noted. I'll try to keep them out.
Kitty: Oh, would you? That's so sweet.
Gordon: I like the people with ghost powers on MY side, thank you very much. This city doesn't need any more rogues.
Johnny 13 and Kitty decided to switch their haunt to a more gloomy area. Gotham City was the perfect getaway for the couple. Lots of crime, rampant gas attacks, and a wonderful motorcycle racing scene. Everything is perfect except for financials. See, ghosts technically don’t have identities in the government's eyes. Robbing every time you need something isn’t ideal and can get magic users to hunt you down. After a few weeks of searching Johnny strikes a deal with Barbara Gordon and Jim Gordon of the GCPD. His job is to be a rat/informant of gang and villain activity in Gotham.
did this last night
All I need is for someone to gently cup my face and tell me I'm not as doomed as I feel.
Danny, under his breath: Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. Gaslight, gatekeep-
Danny had kept many secrets from his family over the years. He kept his history as an ex-assassin secret, the fact that he had a twin a secret, the fact that he had died (well half died), and he kept that he was technically king of all ghosts a secret too. He was gearing up to tell his parents about everything he was and this trip to Gotham that they were planning.
There was a science convention that his parents were invited too. Little did they know a group of cultists were planning on kidnapping his family as a sacrifice to the ghost king, they needed 5 and they figured the Fentons would be good, a family of ghost hunters getting sacrificed to the king? They needed a 5th so they also kidnapped a Damian Wayne.
now all 5 of them are in a room, Danny doesn’t even know what’ll happen when the summoning doesn’t work and he knows it won’t seeing as you can’t summon the king into a room he’s already in.
Danny: I want to Take A Nap, does that count?
"This a diplomatic summoning so be respectful-"
"Yeah, bats, we got it." Flash interrupted him, after all this was the 90th time he repeated it.
Batman huffed and Nightwing, who was there to keep Batman from looking too scary, had to work to keep his laugh inside.
"Okay, let's do this" Constantine mutters and starts the ritual. Which, he might add, was very confusing.
A few minutes later, the circle on the floor starts turning green, a swirly lazarus green pit opens and-
"A kid?" Flash sputters out.
"Wow, that's rude you know, I didn't choose to die looking this way" Said the boy? Ghost. Said the ghost.
Nightwing had to hold back a wince because the ghost looked very much like a mix between all of his siblings, change the hair and eye color and you got them down.
"We, uhm, this is supposed to summon-" Superman starts, with that voice of his that is not meant to be condescending but-
"I do have other forms, but most think it's quite...unsettling. So yes, I am the ghost king, phantom. What do you need" phantom said, sounding quite annoyed. "You were interrupting me you know."
Oh no. The ghost king. Is a.
Moody teenager.
Yo! I'm Lira, she/her, LiraBuswavi on Ao3, and I'm just here to have a good time. The header is fanart I received for a fanfic I wrote! Check out @doodlesforfics, they're an amazing artist.
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