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Introduction
I'm Kit. I'm 15. My pronouns are they/he/she.
I like the Owl House, Heartstopper, Musicals, the Marauders (especially ATYD), History, Gilmore Girls, and The Big Bang Theory.
I really hope that the team behind the Heartstopper show makes a show about Aled, Frances Radio Silence, and/or Solitaire.
I kin Remus Lupin, Tori Spring, and Gwen Stacy. (I also don't care if this is how it works or not so shhhhhhhh)
I have chronic pain and fatigue. Not really sure why but it makes me sleep a lot.
I'm starting sixth form this year and am studying to become a criminologist. In university, I want to get my bachelors in criminology and major in psychology.
That's about it.
I'm listening to an audiobook of Solitaire by Alice Oseman. Its the version that those tiktok audios come from. For example: "I don't think my mum likes me very much, but thats okay because I don't really like her either" It's on spotify its really good
Why have we as a society decided that it is perfectly alright to find and dig up the dead bodies of Ancient Egyptians, simply because its interesting.
Now I think that Ancient Egypt is interesting, infact, I have previously taken interest in the Ancient Egyptians beliefs, why they were buried the way they were, how they lived ect.
HOWEVER
I recently went to a museum as they had an Ancient Egypt exhibit, I enjoyed my experience but walked away with a dilemma. My dilemma had begun from about half way through exhibit, 2 entire rooms of the exhibit, filled with empty outter coffins, empty inner coffins and mummified human remains.
Why does anyone think it is alright to dig up dead bodies, take them from their tombs and leave their wrapped up dead bodies on display for anyone to see.
These were people, walking, talking, breathing human beings. They worked, the loved, they ate, they drank, hell they even wore makeup.
I don't think that many people would want their dead body to be placed in a museum after being dug up in an excavation.
These people have been separated from the things left in their coffins, such as prayers and heart scarabs, to protect them in the after life, their organs separated from them. Their bodies having been scanned to see what is beneath the wrappings.
One such mummy that I saw, was that of a girl, a mere 16 year old girl, who passed from disease. I stood there for a second, staring at the wrappings of her body through the glass, an unnamed, unknown girl. I tried to imagine how she would feel finding out that her body was on display, that anyone could see the her wrappings, her body not far beneath.
On the opposite side of the room, on a stand under glass was a scarab, taken from beneath wrappings, taken from the body of a person who likely believed that it could protect them in the afterlife.
On top of all of this. Many people around me were taking photos of the mummies. There is only one arguement that I have heard to "justify" taking pictures.
"Well history needs to be remembered"
History can be remembered without having to take apart someones grave, History can be remembered without having to put someones body on display, History can be remembered and taught about without disrespecting dead people.
I wish to hear what others think about about this topic.
SO
I will attach some pictures I took, no images of mummifued remains will be shown as I did not take any. However grainy filters have been added as my reflection is in many of them and I prefer to not expose my real face online.
The pictures consist of:
Organ Jars
A portrait of a man
Inner coffins (the smaller ones)
Outter coffins (the bigger ones)
A Heart scarab
A page from the book of the dead
So I finally did a thing. Or two things? One and a half? I wrote one story with two endings. One sad and one happy, obviously. Happy one is still angst, obviously. We need to keep balance, like Danny, y'know.
My only source of knowledge about both dc and dp are fanfics from # dp x dc, so chances of ooc things happening are quite high. I hope against hope it didn't happened, but you know, proceed with caution.
Anyway between *********** is a sad version with some description of Danny being in pain and dyin so if it's not fo you, don't read it, your mental well-being needs to be taken care of too, and between *********** Is a happy one.
Hope you'll like it @lizz-blizt and op. May my English keep englishing correctly through this journey.
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Barry Allen, more commonly known as a hero Flash, usually hated being stuck at monitor duty. It was the most boring type of job he could imagine he would do as superhero but unfortunately as the fastest man alive he had to do it pretty often. After all, if he sees something bad happening he has the biggest chance to get here on time. Plus his rogues weren't absolute assholes and sometimes he managed to ask them not to pull God only knows which crazy scheme when he wasn't around. He was able to attend the majority of his protégés parent-teacher meetings. ON TIME!
Nevermind. Though, this time monitor duty it was a little better. Mostly because he legally could do something more than looking at multiple camera feeds from everywhere all at once. To be more specific, Flash had to go through some research papers they got with they current person of interest. Papers described ghosts/ecto-entities which made him snort with amusement (he wasn't sure which term was actually correct and it was at least a little annoying). However, at first he was just surprised that he, well know sceptic, was chosen to do this job. Turned out his teammates just thought he will understand the most from this scientific splatter. The more he read, the more he felt like word scientific shouldn't be in this sentence without prefix pseudo. Other than obvious problems (ghosts aren't real) something in these articles just rubbed him the wrong way. Especially when he learned that it was just tip of the iceberg. Batman and his flock found it after a bit of hacking. They needed some more time to actually gain access to forbidden files but just the fact that GIW had something to hide was enough to raise suspicions.
He finished document written in some sad parody of scientific language and looked at the camera feed from interrogation room. One of the friendliest ones.
Daniel Fenton, age 14, was found fighting some (alleged) government agents on the outskirts of Fawcett City. When heroes arrived at the scene, half of the agents had already been unconscious or badly injured. Rest was doing their best to contain teenager, who fought like a feral animal, bitting, scratching, screaming, tossing himself from place to place, without any technic or plan. He was just desperate to not be caught again. When Wonder Woman used her lasso on him, he kept struggling until agents in white were out of sight. They were surprised that lasso worked. Apparently, as agents told them, boy wasn't human but dangerous, powerful ghost disgusting as one. When asked if the ghost possessed the boy, agents denied. Heroes had even more suspicions after this statement. They knew some ghosts. They weren't capable of making human disguises.
Boy was probably a meta. That was the reason heroes refused to let him go with alleged agents and took him to one of Justice League's secret bases. Still, he could be dangerous, so they locked one of power suppressors, as agents gave them four, on boy's ankle. When they tried putting more, he reacted like he was in pain. They didn't want to torture him, just make sure he didn't lash out at them using whatever powers he had. Bruises on his wrists, ankles and neck clearly showed that his previous captors had different priorities.
At the moment, League knew Daniel was meta that, as they were told, run away from highly restricted prison. They weren't to keen on giving him back but also didn't know what he did to end up in such place. Maybe it was justified. They needed answers.
That's why young Fenton sat on uncomfortable chair, in fresh clothes from one of teenage heroes, with one power suppressor on his ankle, interrogated by Superman and Wonder Woman. J'onn was on some mission and couldn't assist with his mind reading abilities. They didn't want to bring M'gnn into it yet.
Boy sat still like a marble statue, probably dissociating. He was like this since he had been taken away from dudes in white. All they knew about him they learned either from alleged agents or from his documents that Batman managed quickly to access when he had successfully run facial recognition scan on him. Heroes weren't going to question how he did that. They didn't want to know and had more important things on their plate. The boy himself.
Sometimes Flash wasn't sure if he was even breathing.
"If you don't answer we will have to return you to the GIW. Please tell us what happened. Why were you there?" Diana asked calmly but firmly. It was fake, hollow threat. Whoever they were, dudes in white were far too suspicions to give them boy back. Not that the boy knew about it. Daniel winced at the mention of organisation but it was so brief, even speedster doubted he really saw it.
No, he knew, he saw it.
Boy heard them and understood what they were talking about but still remained silent.
They didn't cuff him to the chair or something. He probably wasn't criminal. Just some unlucky kid.
"If you were held there unjustly, we will help you, just tell us what happened."
Boy still refused to talk, staring blankly at some point on a wall in front of him.
Barry opened new file to read. He had felt he wasn't going to like this one.
He didn't.
Apparently ghosts couldn't feel pain. That was clearly a lie, even if heroes hadn't known any ghosts, they had heard how boy screamed when one lucky laser beam got him. They had seen how he hugged injured arm to his chest, quickly wiped tears of pain flowing down his face. He didn't use this arm through rest of the battle. He was punching, kicking, bitting but his left arm wasn't used once. When he accidentally or purposely moved it too harshly, his face always winced in pain.
Ghost also didn't have feelings. They were great at mimicking them to appeal to humans but weren't capable of them on their own.
That was also big fat lie if Flash ever read one.
He wasn't there, but he saw the fight on camera feed from Batman's cowl and few city cams. He saw how terrified boy was.
Daniel was capable of feeling pain. He was capable of being scared. Whatever dudes in white had told them was now under big question mark but at the moment only Barry knew about it.
He once again looked at the view from interrogation room.
Clark and Diana already left. Their attempts to get boy to speak were fruitless.
Daniel wasn't sitting anymore. Instead, he was searching the room, clearly panicking, looking for ways to get out. His moves were barely controlled as if he was too tired to do it but did anyway. Boy was hyperventilating, his limbs were shaking. Even if there was a mundane way to break out of the room, he wouldn't be able to escape. If there even was lock to pick or something, and he somehow had tools to do it, he wouldn't be able to. It was surprising, his legs were even able to support his weight. Too low to be healthy for a boy his height and age as if there was not enough concerning thing about the boy. He was running arm first into the door, as if trying to forcefully break out.
Barry wasn't scared that Daniel would somehow escape from the room. Each one of them had been thoroughly tested by every hero associated with League before it was put into use. Superman with his strength couldn't even dent its walls, Martian Manhunter couldn't phase out, no magical nor mundane ways worked to escape. Every single one of them tried. Each bat, each arrow, each Flash, each Supes, Captain Marvel, Auquaman, Aqualad, Wonder Woman, Black Canary, every JLD member, literally everyone played escape-room-but-with-super-powers-magic-and-sick-ass-tech and failed for at least two hours before they used it to contain anyone.
Hero observed as Fenton slowly realised it too and sunk on the floor. He hadn't once looked at the hidden camera, so it was safe to assume he didn't know about his audience. Even if Flash believed GIW earlier, he would stop then. There was no one to put up show for. Boy clearly felt caged, endangered, terrified and couldn't hide it anymore.
Barry saw how boy pulled his hair so hard he probably nearly torn them out. He saw how the kid (dear gods it was just a kid) slowly, barely regained control over his too fast, too shallow breathing, wiped his face from fat tears still flowing from his eyes and pulled himself to sit on chair again. He winced in pain when he accidentally put too much weight on his still injured but now bandaged arm. For some time, he just sat there, taking deep breaths, as if he was gaining courage to do something. Once again, Barry felt he wasn't going to like that.
"Hey Jazz, Sam, Tuck" boy said gently to the empty room, his voice harsh from previous screaming. It was the first time Flash heard him actually talking. From what little they learned about him before bats focused on hacking GIW, Jazz was probably his older sister, Jasmine, Sam and Tuck, were his only friends, Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. They all died in some accident few months prior.
"Do you think dead ghosts go to the same place as the people who moved on?"
This question got Flash to jump on his feet.
"Maybe I will meet Ellie again"
Boy tucking something out of his pocket, something he quickly recognised as blood blossom, one of ghosts weakness, got hero to run.
He nearly fell from the whiplash when he stopped in front of the interrogation room. His hands moved too fast to be seen when he was going through all safety procedures to open the door. He bounced, waiting for it to slide apart wide enough to get inside. Too slow, it was way too slow.
Boy looked him in the eyes with a smirk, holding flower in front of his face. Nothing other than his mouth was backing this cheerful expression.
"I would rather die second death than go back to this table" he announced.
And then he pressed it to release a red vapour.
His face flinched in pain.
Doors finally opened. Flash run to the boy.
It was one of the few times, when Fastest Man Alive was too slow.
He was inches away when boy had put flower in his mouth and swallowed it.
When hero hit his chest to make him spit, it was too late.
Burning flower already started to affect him, full realisation of what he had done, showing at his face as he started to cough. Boy was choking on his own blood, flowing from burnt lungs, burnt stomach and ignited throat.
Flash tried using some first aid techniques used in normal choking cases but it was useless now. Blood blossom had caught its victim and it wasn't giving it up.
Boy was crying again.
"I don't want to die again." he begged quietly between coughs." Please."
And all Barry could do was to look at this pleading child, so scared of death yet horrified of life they promised even more.
He screamed over his comm for someone to prepare place in med bay and medical team as he caught the boy and flipped him over his shoulder to make it easier to for him to choke as hero run as fast as he could to the med bay.
The moment he arrived, the moment doctor looked, and they locked his eyes on Barry's face they knew it was too late.
All they could do was to observe child dying in agonising pain, wailing between coughs, until he felt silent, tears flowing, body trembling violently, burning lungs fighting for every breath, holding hero's hand in loosening grip, as if it was last thing connecting him to the life.
Before he died he managed to whisper "Please give me a grave." and then after a moment:
"I just wanted to see stars once more" before his eyes couldn't see ever again. Before he couldn't fight for next shallow breath ever again. Before his body gone numb and wouldn't move ever again.
And they all just stayed there looking at this too small, fragile, tortured body of a child who was scared to live more than he feared Death herself.
Nobody moved for almost five minutes.
Doctor gently closed his eyes and filled death report.
That's when his commes erupted.
"We got hold on hidden GIW files" Batman announced, his voice dark as always.
"You won't gonna like it. I only briefly looked at summaries but there is some fucking horrifying shit." It would be surprising that Dick's voice matched tone of his mentor if they were in any other circumstances.
"Language"
"B. If there is ever time and place for language, it's right fucking now." Protégé bickered back.
"Daniel Fenton committed suicide via poisoning" Flash interrupted, fighting words coming out of his mouth and commes returned to blissful silence for a moment. "I wasn't fast enough to stop him or get him necessary help."
Boy's body slowly turned into ashes. After all blood blossom burned.
Whole League was mourning child their failed even though he was so close to them.
And then they started to read and learn things. About GIW experiments. About Anti-Ecto Acts. About Fentons. About Amity Park as a whole. About Phantom. Dear Gods, this was child hero, alone against his struggles, who for his work, sweat and blood got nothing but hell.
He would fit right into team of teen heroes. He could grow so much with them. They could grow so much with him.
Instead, he was treated like a frog in biology classes.
Dick was right. It was some fucking horrifying shit.
They give boy proper burial in secret hero cemetery. They looked for the place with the best view on the night sky. They dismantled GIW and laws that backed these sick people up. They acknowledge young undead hero and put up memorial for him. Memorial like ones Flash remembered from alternative timelines, put up for the greatest of them all.
But it was too late.
Few inches too late.
***********
Don't worry, Danny got to again meet Ellie, who destabilised, and Jazz, Sam and Tucker who died in crossfire during ghost vs GIW confrontation.
Or maybe not. Maybe memories are all that remained after them :)
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Barry Allen, more commonly known as a hero Flash, usually hated being stuck at monitor duty. It was the most boring type of job he could imagine he would do as superhero but unfortunately as the fastest man alive he had to do it pretty often. After all, if he sees something bad happening he has the biggest chance to get here on time. Plus his rogues weren't absolute assholes and sometimes he managed to ask them not to pull God only knows which crazy scheme when he wasn't around. He was able to attend the majority of his protégés parent-teacher meetings. ON TIME!
Nevermind. Though, this time monitor duty it was a little better. Mostly because he legally could do something more than looking at multiple camera feeds from everywhere all at once. To be more specific, Flash had to go through some research papers they got with they current person of interest. Papers described ghosts/ecto-entities which made him snort with amusement (he wasn't sure which term was actually correct and it was at least a little annoying). However, at first he was just surprised that he, well know sceptic, was chosen to do this job. Turned out his teammates just thought he will understand the most from this scientific splatter. The more he read, the more he felt like word scientific shouldn't be in this sentence without prefix pseudo. Other than obvious problems (ghosts aren't real) something in these articles just rubbed him the wrong way. Especially when he learned that it was just tip of the iceberg. Batman and his flock found it after a bit of hacking. They needed some more time to actually gain access to forbidden files but just the fact that GIW had something to hide was enough to raise suspicions.
He finished document written in some sad parody of scientific language and looked at the camera feed from interrogation room. One of the friendliest ones.
Daniel Fenton, age 14, was found fighting some (alleged) government agents on the outskirts of Fawcett City. When heroes arrived at the scene, half of the agents had already been unconscious or badly injured. Rest was doing their best to contain teenager, who fought like a feral animal, bitting, scratching, screaming, tossing himself from place to place, without any technic or plan. He was just desperate to not be caught again. When Wonder Woman used her lasso on him, he kept struggling until agents in white were out of sight. They were surprised that lasso worked. Apparently, as agents told them, boy wasn't human but dangerous, powerful ghost disgusting as one. When asked if the ghost possessed the boy, agents denied. Heroes had even more suspicions after this statement. They knew some ghosts. They weren't capable of making human disguises.
Boy was probably a meta. That was the reason heroes refused to let him go with alleged agents and took him to one of Justice League's secret bases. Still, he could be dangerous, so they locked one of power suppressors, as agents gave them four, on boy's ankle. When they tried putting more, he reacted like he was in pain. They didn't want to torture him, just make sure he didn't lash out at them using whatever powers he had. Bruises on his wrists, ankles and neck clearly showed that his previous captors had different priorities.
At the moment, League knew Daniel was meta that, as they were told, run away from highly restricted prison. They weren't to keen on giving him back but also didn't know what he did to end up in such place. Maybe it was justified. They needed answers.
That's why young Fenton sat on uncomfortable chair, in fresh clothes from one of teenage heroes, with one power suppressor on his ankle, interrogated by Superman and Wonder Woman. J'onn was on some mission and couldn't assist with his mind reading abilities. They didn't want to bring M'gnn into it yet.
Boy sat still like a marble statue, probably dissociating. He was like this since he had been taken away from dudes in white. All they knew about him they learned either from alleged agents or from his documents that Batman managed quickly to access when he had successfully run facial recognition scan on him. Heroes weren't going to question how he did that. They didn't want to know and had more important things on their plate. The boy himself.
Sometimes Flash wasn't sure if he was even breathing.
"If you don't answer we will have to return you to the GIW. Please tell us what happened. Why were you there?" Diana asked calmly but firmly. It was fake, hollow threat. Whoever they were, dudes in white were far too suspicions to give them boy back. Not that the boy knew about it. Daniel winced at the mention of organisation but it was so brief, even speedster doubted he really saw it.
No, he knew, he saw it.
Boy heard them and understood what they were talking about but still remained silent.
They didn't cuff him to the chair or something. He probably wasn't criminal. Just some unlucky kid.
"If you were held there unjustly, we will help you, just tell us what happened."
Boy still refused to talk, staring blankly at some point on a wall in front of him.
Barry opened new file to read. He had felt he wasn't going to like this one.
He didn't.
Apparently ghosts couldn't feel pain. That was clearly a lie, even if heroes hadn't known any ghosts, they had heard how boy screamed when one lucky laser beam got him. They had seen how he hugged injured arm to his chest, quickly wiped tears of pain flowing down his face. He didn't use this arm through rest of the battle. He was punching, kicking, bitting but his left arm wasn't used once. When he accidentally or purposely moved it too harshly, his face always winced in pain.
Ghost also didn't have feelings. They were great at mimicking them to appeal to humans but weren't capable of them on their own.
That was also big fat lie if Flash ever read one.
He wasn't there, but he saw the fight on camera feed from Batman's cowl and few city cams. He saw how terrified boy was.
Daniel was capable of feeling pain. He was capable of being scared. Whatever dudes in white had told them was now under big question mark but at the moment only Barry knew about it.
He once again looked at the view from interrogation room.
Clark and Diana already left. Their attempts to get boy to speak were fruitless.
Daniel wasn't sitting anymore. Instead, he was searching the room, clearly panicking, looking for ways to get out. His moves were barely controlled as if he was too tired to do it but did anyway. Boy was hyperventilating, his limbs were shaking. Even if there was a mundane way to break out of the room, he wouldn't be able to escape. If there even was lock to pick or something, and he somehow had tools to do it, he wouldn't be able to. It was surprising, his legs were even able to support his weight. Too low to be healthy for a boy his height and age as if there was not enough concerning thing about the boy. He was running arm first into the door, as if trying to forcefully break out.
Barry wasn't scared that Daniel would somehow escape from the room. Each one of them had been thoroughly tested by every hero associated with League before it was put into use. Superman with his strength couldn't even dent its walls, Martian Manhunter couldn't phase out, no magical nor mundane ways worked to escape. Every single one of them tried. Each bat, each arrow, each Flash, each Supes, Captain Marvel, Auquaman, Aqualad, Wonder Woman, Black Canary, every JLD member, literally everyone played escape-room-but-with-super-powers-magic-and-sick-ass-tech and failed for at least two hours before they used it to contain anyone.
Hero observed as Fenton slowly realised it too and sunk on the floor. He hadn't once looked at the hidden camera, so it was safe to assume he didn't know about his audience. Even if Flash believed GIW earlier, he would stop then. There was no one to put up show for. Boy clearly felt caged, endangered, terrified and couldn't hide it anymore.
Barry saw how boy pulled his hair so hard he probably nearly torn them out. He saw how the kid (dear gods it was just a kid) slowly, barely regained control over his too fast, too shallow breathing, wiped his face from fat tears still flowing from his eyes and pulled himself to sit on chair again. He winced in pain when he accidentally put too much weight on his still injured but now bandaged arm. For some time, he just sat there, taking deep breaths, as if he was gaining courage to do something. Once again, Barry felt he wasn't going to like that.
"Hey Jazz, Sam, Tuck" boy said gently to the empty room, his voice harsh from previous screaming. It was the first time Flash heard him actually talking. From what little they learned about him before bats focused on hacking GIW, Jazz was probably his older sister, Jasmine, Sam and Tuck, were his only friends, Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. They all died in some accident few months prior.
"Do you think dead ghosts go to the same place as the people who moved on?"
This question got Flash to jump on his feet.
"Maybe I will meet Ellie again"
Boy tucking something out of his pocket, something he quickly recognised as blood blossom, one of ghosts weakness, got hero to run.
He nearly fell from the whiplash when he stopped in front of the interrogation room. His hands moved too fast to be seen when he was going through all safety procedures to open the door. He bounced, waiting for it to slide apart wide enough to get inside. Too slow, it was way too slow.
Boy looked him in the eyes with a smirk, holding flower in front of his face. Nothing other than his mouth was backing this cheerful expression.
"I would rather die second death than go back to this table" he announced.
And then he pressed it to release a red vapour.
His face flinched in pain.
Doors finally opened. Flash run to the boy.
It was in times like this when Flash was thankful for his accident. Times when thanks to his speed he saved life hanging on a single hair. Times when he yanked red, smelly flower out of hands of desperate teenage ghost's hands just before he could do something else with it.
For a moment Daniel just stared in shock at his now empty hand. Then he stared at the hero in front of him, barely keeping himself from hugging this wronged child. Then back at his hands. And finally his eyes locked at the flower itself now laying sadly at the opposite side of the room. As far, as it could be.
Daniel let out stuttered breath.
"Why did you stop me?" he whispered, unable to say anything louder. Flash didn't known if he was accusing him or just curious "I wouldn't change my mind. I prefer to vanish forever in horrible agony than to return to them. It at least would last shorter."
"We won't give you back to them." He explained. They didn't actually talk about it, but he was sure after this, every single member of the Justice League would agree with him.
"Wonder Woman said something else. And I don't know she seems to have a lot of authority."
"We won't give you back to them." Hero repeated. "I'm sure she will back me up on this. She is after justice. Whatever happened to you, wasn't just and shouldn't happen to anyone let alone a child."
Boy laughed broken, cheerless cackle.
"Yet, it did. And now I'm here. As a villain, who fought against a good government. As a mindless, manipulative ghost disguised as Daniel Jack Fenton, age 14, son of two well known and respected ectobiologists and engineers and failing brother of a wonderful older sister, who could change a world if not for ghost attack that took her too early." Boy was rightfully hurt and bitter.
"I'm a freak, a spook, a rare speciment, a nuisance. A menace, a creepy little boy with creepy little powers. A boy whose dog destroyed a life of a wonderful girl who from wealth fallen so hard she had to start to work in fast food joint. A failure. An unknown. A threat." He continued. Flash flashed (pun intended) him warm smile.
"We hadn't seen you like that." Hero started gently." All we had seen a terrified, injured boy running away and fighting with people who held him captive. We saw boy who was constantly dehumanised same way few of our colleagues were in the past. We saw suspicious dudes shooting at the boy who was dead on his feet but kept fighting, desperate to live. We saw someone who needed our help, and we tried to provide it. And I saw boy so scared of life he lived, he was ready to choose death over it."
"And that's the reason you cuffed me? A scared little boy?"
"We couldn't let you run away, and we knew you would do it ASAP."
"Can you blame me?"
"No. Can you blame us?"
"We successful got hold on GIW hidden files." Batman interrupted.
"Kinda" boy said, none wiser to mile stone Bat just reached with his flock.
"You won't gonna like it. I only briefly looked at summaries but there is some fucking horrifying shit." It was surprising that Dick's voice matched typical tone of his mentor. It was really serious.
"Language"
"If there is ever time and place for language, it's right fucking now." Protégé bickered back.
"I mean, you threatened me to toss me back to the worst part of my life, and I am an ectiplasmic ghost, we don't appear after nice deaths. And my parents are..." Daniel cleared his throat "... were devoted ghost hunters."
"Daniel was held under other name, Phantom. We're looking what we can find under this name."
"Okay, I get it." Barry laughed light heartedly, rescheduling freak out about this kids apparent death fo later maybe never, but stopped as soon as Daniel started coughing. Right, blood blossom fumes were still around. He swept the boy to carry him like a back pack and took him out of the room, closing doors behind them.
He walked slowly. He didn't have to run anymore.
"Excuse me, mister Flash sir, what are you doing?" boy asked surprised. Oh, so when shocked, Daniel became extremely polite, interesting.
"Taking you out of there. It's not healthy to be in one room for so long. Especially when you turn it into gas chamber using deathly poison."
"Take him to one of the bedrooms." Bat commanded.
"Like anyone even cares about it." Daniel grunted, barely audibly.
"I do. I'm a hero, it's my duty to take care of civilians well-being."
"I don't think I count as a civilian anymore. For a year know I think. I'm not sure what day it is today though."
Gods, wasn't it horrible thing to just admit with a little shrug as all acknowledged.
"He is right. He was hero back in his home town. Amity Park, Illinois. Looking into that right now."
"Fellow hero then. We take care of each other too, you know? That's one of the reasons Justice League exists in the first place."
"Apparently he was self thought too." Dick admitted, slightly amazed."He did pretty great job for a kid without any proper training."
"I'm not really a hero. I was local menace, boy in over his head, a spook. Only biased people like my friends and sister ever called me that. And, as you probably know, I did pretty shitty job protecting them."
"Yeah, looking at the way news had portraited him, I can see why he thinks like that. Barry, tell him something nice ASAP."
"Names."
"Batman called you a hero too." Flash added offhandedly.
"WHAT?!" Daniel sprung like a clown in box toy, throwing out their centre of balance. Only years of training and practice allowed them not to fall. It was a close call though. Boy's yell still rang in his hurting ears." Oh, sorry." He corrected himself sheepishly." But seriously, what?"
Dick was laughing.
"He is listening to us over the commes. He just said you were a hero. I think we can trust his judgment."
He barely heard breathy "Yeah."
They remanded silent after that. Adrenaline from all the crazy things Daniel had been through the day was finally wearing off. At the time when Flash opened a door to one of the spare bedrooms for when exhausting mission ended to late, boy was sleeping, head laying on hero's shoulder. It was good, he clearly needed it.
As he was tucking young hero under thick blanket, he briefly hoped that he sleep would be restful, not disturbed by any nightmares.
Unfortunately he couldn't do anything about that, especially since Bat called him back on monitor duty. Though he also praised him for handling this whole Daniel's mess well. Barry was going to live on a high for a next two days or so.
With documentation of all the crazy things GIW had done, dismantling organisation and laws backing it up was quite easy and surprisingly quick. People didn't like grumpy but adorable teen walking around with vivisection scar and no amount of propaganda could change it.
Later Danny joined teen heroes team. As expected, everyone flourished thanks to this acquaintance. At the start it was kind of funny to as they exchanged stories, absolutely shocking each other.
If one of Vlad's labs got mysteriously destroyed somewhen around Danny's birthday, nobody was any wiser.
When same thing happened to remaining Cadmus lab around Connor's birthday, nobody commented on it too.
Things weren't good in Danny's life before, but they looked promising in the future.
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Some finishing thoughts
First things first, I really appreciate that you made it this far, I feel loved and rn thanks to you. If I lost myself in a maze of English grammar (why so many tenses? Why), please show me a proper way. If you have some writing tips, you can share them too. I'm not picky.
Second of all, I think they're not in Watchtower. Since some of the leaguers (majority of them, I think) can't just go out and chill in space, bringing unknown, potentially hostile and powerful, entity there is kinda stupid if I may say so myself. So it's some on-Earth base, but I know nothing about dc, so don't ask me which one.
Third of all, for the same reason, I have no idea in which teen hero team Phantom ends up, and that's the only reason why Dick isn't once referred to by his hero name. I just don't know if it would be Robin or Nightwing. If it's Young Justice with Tim, he is sleeping now, Alfred finally put him to bed after three all nighters, nobody even dares to think about waking him up.
Fourth of all, I sometimes (often) struggle with writing and conveying feelings even when my hands aren't tied up by foreign language and these stories are supposed to work mostly on feelings, so tell me how I did maybe? If you have time?
Fifth of all, thank you again and have a great day sunshine
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The Justice League try to threaten Danny saying that if he dose not start talking then they will have to hand him over to thr GIW when Danny does not talk they tell him that there going to connect the GIW when they leave his cell and go to the camera they had there heart drop when they see Danny pull out a little vile and what look like a red flower be eaten when they run un they hear him say " I would rather die a second death then go back to the table." before pasting out
I HATE STRAIGHT PEOPLE. og+higher quality alt below cut
Is that?? Mafuyu Asahina from Nightcord at 25.00???
The amount of times I've yelled at my brain to shut up is comically concerning
Me: I'm so sad. Life is dreadful.
My brain: you don't have the right to be sad! There are people who can't find water to drink or food to eat or clothes in the winter you selfish prick!
Me: I'm. Not. A. Selfish. Prick.
My brain: ARE. TOO.
And that's how I got a black eye
That feeling when someone is better than you at the only thing you're good at<<<<