I Keep Thinking Back To My Neil  + Languages Post And Frankly, I Don’t Think I Went Far Enough. I

DP x DC prompt/headcanon: Danny x Yandere!Tim (braindead ship/dead tired ship)

Please forgive me this questionable brainrot.

Tim is almost canonically yandere.

Danny might be a little bit into it. Which might be weird, he’d think at first. He hates it when Vlad stalks him and tries to control every aspect of his life he can. But… Tim isn’t Vlad. Danny knows Tim and his own personal brand of creepiness… and doesn’t mind it. Likes it even.

Because unlike Vlad, Tim’s possessiveness and overprotectiveness makes Danny feel safe. Makes him believe that if something gets screwed in his life, at least there’s one crazy paranoid badass vigilante that got his back.

So he plays along with Tim’s behavior.

He got used to regularly check for Vlad’s surveillance cameras and destroy them, because fuck that fruitloop. But Tim’s cameras have his signature and, once they’re placed, there’s no sight of Vlad’s toys at all. Danny allows it. Sometimes he even waves to where he knows a camera is placed.

He found Tim’s tracker on his person and bought a cool keychain to put it on. He learned to never go anywhere without it.

Getting used to Tim knowing his internet history and chats was a little harder, but he managed to discuss some boundaries. Didn’t stop Tim from occasionally breaching them but at this point Danny knew his boyfriend was just messing with him.

The expensive gifts were overwhelming at first because Danny wasn’t used to getting so much nice stuff not from his family. It took a while for Danny to get brave enough to start asking Tim for things (which was exactly what Tim wanted - spoil him).

At some point he realized that Tim essentially trained him to always seek out his company if he wanted to do something for fun. Of course he did. Eh, no harm in that - Tim was cool to hang out with.

It took a lot of convincing for Tim to start sharing Danny with his other friends. Danny was very grateful and promised to always devote an entire day of cuddles after his every meet-up with Sam and Tucker.

At least Tim wasn’t jealous of Danny’s sister (because Jason would have his head if he learned he prevented his girlfriend from doting on her younger brother)

There was this one time when GiW got too close to capturing Danny and, in his stress, he called Tim and practically begged “can you kidnap me?”

Tim did exactly that. Held Danny in the Nest, handcuffs and all. Danny didn’t mind - it brought him a sense of security. Knowledge he was in the arms of someone who will not give him up to a crazy government agency out to gut him for science.

That was enough of a push for Tim to start working on dismantling GiW. Needless to say, he was successful.

He didn’t set Danny free for a while afterwards though. Danny understood and was okay with it. He also needed some time to get a grip on his life back.

The handcuffs were gone but Danny was still reluctant to leave Tim’s side. They started patrolling almost every day together (at least Tim allowed him - he knew how important it was for his obsession).

Danny knows that Tim will kill for him… and he finds it hot. Not that he will condone it, but it’s the thought that counts.

When some ghosts started calling Tim “the king’s consort”… Danny felt warm… and concerned and… possessive…

Oh no… Tim turned him into a yandere too…

Dead on Main au where Jason is of course Danny’s Fright Knight and like all knights do he has a weapon—except it’s his gun.

The batfam + justice league + everyone (except ghosts duh) don’t know that his normal average everyday gun is actually like a super powerful spiritual soul shooter that is, yaknow, capable of blasting someone into an alternate dimension where their greatest fears become real.

So imagine there’s like a big battle where a ghastly ghoul reigns terror on Gotham. The world sends their best hero’s—wizards and occultists are notably high highest in demand—to stop the ghost but, nothing works. All of the weapons and spells and chants fail.

But,

As the fights worsens and the heros scream for people to flee suddenly--

Loud squeaking footsteps echo across the ground. Jason yawns strolling into the battle zone in a ghostbusters t-shirt plaid pants bunny slippers--he strolls up in pajamas--as if annoyed at being woken up and cocks his fucking normal 'i could buy you at walmart' gun at the ghost.

His brothers screech at him yelling ”Are you insane” and to "get the hell out of here" in fear and panic because their idiot brother is trying to kill a real life ghost with a damn gun.

But then Jason shoots the ghost and it works.

The ghost fizzles down with a cry into just a little blob.

The young man then spends 30 minutes lecturing the spirit saying things like “you’re glad I’m not calling the big guy” and “you know our highness would not be happy learning what you’ve been doing” before taking out a thermos of all things and sucking the ghost into it.

Jason then sighs and walks away as if he hadn’t just defeated a hell raising ghost with a gun people can buy off a corner pawn store and a soup container.

Immediately the bat family swarms him with questions

Dick grabs him by his shoulders tense with worry, “Are you okay?”

“Um yeah—“ Jason tries to reply squirming in his hold

Damian cuts him off, “How the hell did your gun a physical weapon hurt that ghastly demonic spirit!”

“Uh that ghost is actually pretty chill you guys just pissed him off." Jason replies plainly

They stare at him with a look saying 'you did not call a ghost that has been decimating gotham chill' probably because he did just that.

Tim is the first to break out of the disbelief stupor as he very inteligently says, "What?"

Jason responds easily with a confused quirk in his brow, "Second, my gun affects entities of all sorts, perks to my job and all that."

"How did being a vigilante and also probably crime boss give you a gun that could do that?" Dick asks

Jason sends him a look saying "are you an idiot" as he replies, "Yea, sure, kicking petty thieves and druggies got me my all powerful spirit weapon--No you dumbass, it's from being the bodyguard of the King of the Infinite Realms! How the hell did you guys not think of that!”

Tim breathes in, then breathes out, then breathes in again and screams, "Why the HELL WOULD WE THINK OF THAT JAY?!"

"The--" Batman, suddenly beside them, chokes, "Bodyguard of T-the what."

Jason blinks at his family then his eyes widen, "Oh shit."

"What?!" His family screech in panic

"Oh fuck," Jason says with a growing hysteric smile, "Danny's gonna have a big ol' fucking laugh with this."

"Brother who is Danny!" Damian demands for an answer

Jason coughs into his palm, "Oh yeah you guys really dont dont know. So I may have forgotten to explain some... things."

Bruce levels him with a stare that says "you think?"

Jason chuckles nervously, "So y'know how I'm half dead?"

pause

Damian very eloquently responds for the suddenly dying screaming combusting members of his family, "...sure."

"Well I met the King of the afterlife which is like the Ruler of Everything and he was really cute--" Jason says distant in his own world

"Theres a afterlife?" Superman asks casually appearing beside the emotionally wrecked family

"Yea its pretty cool. So I start flirting a bit with the guy and we hit it off, I now im his zombie ghost knight boyfriend lover for all time. Oh and i got this sickass gun." Jason says with a happy grin

"That is a pretty sick gun." John Constantine nods

"I know right?" Jason chirps

"You wouldn't mind if I inspected--" John reaches his hand

Jason slaps it away, "Not a chance you soul whore. Y'know your basically the tax evasionist of the Ghost Zone right?"

John only sighs and leaves

"But yea so I'm like the ghost world equivalent to married with the king and became his knight and thats how I was able to stop that ghost guy." Jason reiterates as if explaining a simple question, "Y'guys get that?"

Tim is on the ground trying to decide whether; sobbing hysterically, interogating jason to find out all the things he doesn't want to know or sleeping would be a better use of his time.

Dick has decided to blame himself and has started to draft a reddit post in the middle of the street starting with "I (23 m) have a younger brother (19 m), who I used to resent but really regret now, he died and came back and doesn't even tell me about what goes on in his life anymore. How do I fix our--"

Damian is just staring at the gun and... Jason pushes it deeper in his holster and shifts to the side, better to be safe than sorry with this thieving shit.

As Jason adjusts his weaponry he hears Bruce sob in the background, "He didn't even invite me to the wedding! Am I that horrible of a father!"

Wonder Woman pats his shoulder reasuringly whilst the rest of the League seem to be trying to calm him down

Jason looks around tiredly at the mess he had created and decides fuck it

"Alright I'm heading out for the night, you guys get home safe!" He yells and without caring to listen to anyone and everyone voicing their confusion he zips open a green portal and stumbles in

He crashes down on an unbelievably comfortable bed

Danny blinks blearily before sending the young man a sleepy smile, "Hey Jay, what kept you up so long?"

Jason slipping under the blankets with a yawn says, "You would not believe the night I just had."

"Who's that dad?"

"Son there's nobody there"

Who could he be running from ?

Stay forever, stay forever, even if our love don't stay together.

───RAFE CAMERON & MALE!READER.

summary; Maybe you fell in love with the wrong person. Too late late to wish you never met him.

tw; curses, homophobia, smut, story divided into acts. Angst. Long story(?.

Authors note; I finally saw outer banks, I have about 3 chapters left to finish the 2nd season and I love it! On my recommendation, listen to rolling in the deep (adele), exile (taylor swift), cant pretend (tom odell). Or sad songs of your liking <3

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT ONE | THE BEGINNING

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The pay was really disgusting, you could barely spend enough for the basic needs of the home you shared with your grandmother on the uneconomic side of the island, you still helped her deliver the courier to the mailboxes of rich families. You were always distracted by admiring the sophisticated houses with their elegant boats at the end of their ports.

But in recent weeks, the area was a constant terror to you. You walked with the help of a crutch under your right arm because part of your lower leg, the area of your ankle, was hanging by a cast around it.

As soon as you saw the name of the Camerons in your mail bag, you felt the chill on your back and the pressure on your black-purple eye that hadn't yet fully healed. You shakily opened the mailbox and put the envelope in as fast as you could.

── (M/R)?

You froze. You turned your crutch to go to the next house or at least get away from there. Rafe from his porch would not reach you and cross his big garden in time, so he only made a pitying face, also he wasn't alone.

── Come on Rafe, don't tell me you feel sorry for the weirdo in town dude. ──Kelce sneered, parting his lips from the cigar. ──You did what any Kook would do to a miserable Pogue, you ruined his leg.

── Can you shut your mouth? Just a few damn seconds please? ──Rafe muttered raising his shaking hand, he was under the influence of drugs and his body reflected it, but still reasonable to see you in front of his house leaving some letters.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT TWO | THE FLASHBACK.

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── Who would have thought? Me in the same car as Rafe Cameron, Kook prince, while we smoke a joint. ──You said sarcastically with a smile turning your head towards the passenger seat where Rafe denied looking away. ──Come on man, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

── I don't know what you're talking about. ──Rafe muttered concentrating on inhaling the line of cocaine above where the airbag was stored.

── Easy there 'mate, you might get a little stuck inside your nostrils. ──You reached a hand to his shoulder surprised by the speed and experience he had.

── Don't touch me. ──Rafe took his position on the seat, stopping from leaning towards the line. ──We are not friends, we are not acquaintances and no one can know that we saw each other. I know about the weird shit people say about you. The whole OBX knows it.

── Uh, alright, alright, whatever the prince says. ──You said pushing your hands away. ── I was just trying to be nice.

── That's the problem. ──Rafe raised an eyebrow without turning to see you as he was already preparing the next line. ── You are too friendly with the boys of the island, so much that you have already gained a certain reputation as a prost ...

You didn't let him finish because your arm was already struggling against his neck, the only thing stopping you was the seat belt.

── For your safety, I warn you to take care of what comes out of your mouth rich boy, you could be a kook but you don't get safety with daddy's money out here.

── Relax man. ──Rafe had his hands raised, you withdrew your arm and he lowered them slowly. ──I was just curious you know, honestly I wouldn't be surprised if you already had that blond pogue under your sheets.

── JJ? cut the shit. ──You made a face crossing your arms, Maybank and you were just friends. ──What about you? I bet those handsome blue eyes already capture someone more than once. Have you ever ... you know.

The car was in total silence, only the sound of the tires of the cars that passed in front of you. You opened your mouth in surprise and mockery.

── No fucking way. ──You laughed with an applause, and repeated. ──No fucking way, it can't be true! But ... h..how?

── Family businesses (M/r), keeps me busy man.

── Family businesses my ass, you're at every party where Barry delivers merchandise. Are you telling me you haven't been with anyone? I bet more than one pretty girl has wanted to be with you.

The tone of your voice faded, what began as a simple meeting for you to deliver merchandise since Barry was out of town, ended in something full of surprises and revelations.

── Or a guy.

── You always have to be the one with the smart ass right? Classic Pogues, always getting into what doesn't concern them.

── Whatever you say, I'm not the virgin inside this car. Your secret is safe with me my lord. ──You bowed to what Rafe looked at you as if at any moment his patience will run out. His faces intimidated you.

── About that. ──Rafe ran his hand down his cheek until he reached his lip, you noticed his nervousness but you couldn't deduce if it was from the drug. ──Could you .... could we ....

── Hook up? Come on man, no shame, we don't judge here. ──You said looking at him seductively while you inhaled the smoke from the joint. You didn't deny it, Cameron was attractive and more than once you laid your eye on him.

You unbuckled your belt containing the smoke on your cheeks, you had it so dominated that you did not cough even once. You took Rafe's jaw with one hand and got close enough to his lips to release the smoke inside him.

── Let's go to the back seats. ──You murmured still with your hand on his defined jaw.

Rafe didn't answer, just got out of the car at the same time that you opening the back seats door.

── What the fuck. ──The Kook said looking the same as you. Courier envelopes that you had to deliver during the week.

── Oh shit. ──You brought your hands to your face in shame, you put a hand on your waist, bending one knee. ──Just orders that I have to deliver during the week you know, pogue things.

He was a difficult guy, his silence waited for you to solve something in the next few seconds. You got behind the wheel again and drove to the only place where both could have a moment alone. Your brother was off the island, so the house would be alone, that meeting point that Barry had to deliver things.

── Are you sure ...

── Just shut up and follow me.

They entered through the porch where there were a couple of cigarettes and bags of food on the floor, cleaning and organizing was not Barry's priority but Rafe had been there more than once so you only took his hand to guide him to the most hidden room.

You turned around in front of him.

── Before doing this I must know if you are completely sure if ....--

Everything happened fast, Rafe shut you up joining his lips with yours because he only wanted you to shut up, his hand resting on the side of your neck with his thumb brushing your cheek. When he broke the kiss, you still had your eyes closed and your eyebrows and lips raised.

Was it a good kiss? You did not know. But you wanted to kiss him again, his mouth was warm.

── Uhhh ... okay then. ──You said dumbfounded.

Both of you were high enough but conscious enough to smile on each other's lips before you threw him onto the old, dusty mattress to climb onto him. You knew perfectly what would happen in the morning, both would go back to being the enemy of the other and pretending that nothing had happened.

Your whole body was shaking now. You kissed him once more to stabilize yourself, because you would do something that you had never done, be with someone who was a dangerous area, who was a walking problem. If anyone found out, you'd be dead. It would always be the pogue's fault.

You put your hands on his shoulders and slowly pushed in. You were afraid of hurting. During the act, you slid your hands over each of his arms until you interlaced your fingers over Rafe's.

That must have been what it should be, just a one-night moment. But Rafe kept sneaking out of his house at night to have more of you and you of him every day. Putting your hands on his back and letting him guide being one of your favorite actions.

── I do everything for him, I always try to help him but he doesn't seem to notice! I know more shit about business than Sarah. ──His annoyed tone spoke as he looked at the ceiling and you listened making circles with your chest. ── But he always choose her first.

── I'm the one who would do everything to protect him, not her! ──He pointed at himself with his finger, you noticed how his eyes were created with rage. ──But he keeps choosing those Pogues over her own family ... no offense (M/r).

── Didn't take it personal. ──You pouted stretching your hand to his cheek to force him to see you, you approached to give him a kiss to which he responded by placing his hand on you. ── Deep down I think Ward cares about you just like I care about you.

── (M/r) ....

── I know, I know, I know we said no feelings but we've been doing this. ──You pointed to both naked-bodies with your hand. ──For a while, Barry doesn't know yet, but we can stay low-key for a bit.

── I'm not going to be your fucking perfect boyfriend. ──Rafe raised an eyebrow as if the idea disliked him.

── But you can be my terrible, terrible boyfriend.

Rafe kept silent appreciating every part that the soft tip of his fingers ran across your face. His wrist had a simple bracelet, but it must have cost him a lot of money. Rafe untied the string and sat down on the bed to start putting it on your wrist.

── I'm going to do my best, to protect you and love you.

── Sounds like we're getting married. ──You teased and he rolled his eyes before both ended up in each other's arms once more.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT THREE | BROTHER TALK.

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Even though you and Barry didn't live together, from time to time you leave your clothes and spend the night in his bunker having sibling time.

── I don't want to be an open mouth but my house smelled like sex. ──He said looking directly at the campfire, you let out a laugh entangling yourself in the blankets of the bunk. ──I would like to know his name, because my little brother is the only one who has a copy of the keys. Come on (M/r) bring it out.

You averted your gaze licking your lips.

── Do you remember your star client, maybe we get hook up a couple of times. ──You raised your shoulders. ──Many times perhaps.

── Fuck me, you and Country club? ──Barry ran a hand over his jaw in disbelief. ──You surpassed your limit (M/r), that boy is screwed and in a matter of time he is going to screw you too.

Barry got up and ran a hand through your hair dislodging it before getting on his bike.

── Put out the fire would you? and (M/r). ──Barry put on his helmet. ──You can count on me if he does something to you.

── Get out of here Barry! ──You said with a grateful smile, he left when starting the engine and you stared at Rafe's bracelet, it had a beautyful gold pendant.

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ACT FOUR | YOU'RE GONNA WISH YOU NEVER HAD MET ME.

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When you weren't delivering letters to the mailboxes, you were a waiter at the most popular club where the kooks used to go for drinks during the day after a golf-game. At night they wore nice suits and dresses for an event. You were good at what you did because you always came home with a good tip.

The order that you carried on your shoulder was 4 drinks, as soon as you approached the table you recognized that dark blonde hair.

── Hey, I didn't know you were coming. ──You said in a soft tone leaving the drinks on the table. Kelce and Topper looked at Rafe who just acted edge. ──I can give you a discount so ...--

── Take your fucking tip and get out of here man. ──Kelce pulled out a dollar and shoved it into your tablecloth pocket. You were speechless, watching for Rafe to say something but he didn't even make eye contact since you got to the table, he just drank from his whiskey.

── Enjoy your drinks gentlemen. ──You said for courtesy, but in pain.

Topper kept his gaze on you as you walked away, he patted his glass.

── Do you know him? Because he seemed like he did know you.

── He only sells me merchandise, nothing important. ──Rafe shrugged his shoulders arrogantly. ──I don't know who he thinks he is.

── He's got your damn bracelet man. ──Kelce whispered threateningly. ──He's a dirty Pogue, he must have stolen it when he sold you that shit. We must do something.

── No dude, I don't really want to make a scene.

── Come on Rafe, I have a perfect plan to get your bracelet back. ──Kelce smiled looking at Topper. ──Follow me.

── I like that idea. ──Topper replied patting Rafe on the shoulder for him to follow them. ── Let's go have a little fun my boy.

The event was almost over, you were alone in the locker room taking off your waiter's vest until the lights started flashing. You turned around and noticed Kelce on the side of the switch.

── Gentleman? Can I help you with something? ──You said hiding the fear in your voice.

── It seems that you have something that doesn't belong to people like you. ──He started to get closer, you turned to leave but Topper was already blocking that area. ──You sure stole it.

── I don't know what you're talking about Kelce.

── I didn't give you permission to say my name Pogue! ──Kelce pushed you against the lockers causing all of your tip to spread on the floor. ──Someone did well tonight, I wonder if you did some blo--....

You got up to stop Kelce from taking all your money but Topper stopped you by hitting his knee against your stomach, once on the ground he began to kick you without stopping, you covered your face where now your mouth was bleeding, Kelce did not take long to join until;

── Look what I found. ──Kelce smiled taking a golf club, the smile on Topper's face fade.

── Hey Rafe come here friend. ──Kelce passed the golf club to Rafe whom sideways you saw enter. ──Come on, do it man.

You could feel that doubt in his gaze but his hands clenched the grip of the stick with determination.

── Rafe ..? ──you whispered with pain throughout your abdomen.

He responded giving the first hit against your ribs, you squeezed your trembling eyes but the tears still managed to come out and run down your cheek. The second hit was against your knee and thigh. The last thing you remember was the pull on your wrist snatching the bracelet from you and the sound of the golf club hitting the ground.

You weren't sure why he did what he did. Maybe it was the fear of them knowing who you really were. You stayed on the ground breathing harshly as they left.

── I'm sorry (M/r), I'm really sorry. ──You felt a hand on your back. You couldn't move, the pain didn't even let you open your eyes.

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ACT FIVE | EXILE

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Rafe regretted what he had done but his image was more important to his father and family, every time he touched a golf club that night was projected over and over again.

── Are you really not going to play? ──Topper asked raising the stick.

── I'm just not in the mood to do it. ──Rafe answered.

── RAFE CAMEROOOOON.

A scream was heard from afar followed by the engine of a motorcycle approaching at speed. Topper and Kelce backed away as Barry removed his helmet and approached in an intimidating manner.

── You can tell your dogs to call security, The issue here is only with you. ──Barry muttered. Kelce and Topper went straight to the security booth. ── This will be quick, I know what you did to my little brother contry club. He doesn't want to testify to the police for a reason that has your name on it. But you're going to pay, and I'm going to make sure of that.

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Part 2?

I reread All for the Game again and wow, the brainrot is still strong. I can't stop thinking about this mouthy asshole. I want to draw specific moments from the series, but for this study I just had fun playing around with the many faces of Neil Josten!

there is something so personal (and tender) about andrew taking kevin’s glove and arm guard off— like this is truly my roman empire i think about this a lot.

Writing Prompt #14

"You foolish, stupid child," Vlad hisses, pinning Danny to the wall. Danny's eyes turn green as he wraps both his fists around the one Vlad has clenched in his collar, his feet dangling in the air. Vlad leans in, his own eyes burning red.

"When, exactly, did you plan on telling me your biological father was Bruce Wayne?" he says furiously.

Danny's hands drop in surprise. "W-What?" he gasps.

Vlad drops him unceremoniously and he lands on the floor in a heap. Vlad claws at the air in frustration.

"Don't lie to me, boy." Vlad says, omitting his often used possessive "my" in front of "boy".

"How do you know that?" Danny asks warily, propping himself up. He watches Vlad push a shaking hand through his hair. The man looks down at him before dropping in an ungainly squat beside him.

"Of all the sperm donors, Bruce Wayne, Daniel? Really?" The man asks, despairingly.

"I didn't exactly choose him, Vlad."

"No, I suppose you didn't."

"Seriously," Danny says, watching the man rock back on his heels as a growing pit forms in his stomach. "How did you know about him?"

Vlad's mouth twists bitterly. "Because he now knows about you."

"What do you—"

"Vladdy! Danno! What are the two of you doing on the floor?" Jack flops down beside them, a tray of freshly prepared fudge in his hands. "We having a heart-to-heart boys? Let me in on this!"

"Jack," Vlad says. "If you truly want to have a heart-to-heart with your son, I suggest you tell him the real reason I've come over today."

Jack's face falls.

"Vlad," Maddie says from behind him. "Thank you for coming. We're grateful for all you've done, but I think we can handle it from here."

"Madeline," Vlad says, rushing to his feet. "I must insist—"

"And I must insist you see yourself out," Maddie smiles tightly. "You know where the door is, don't you?"

"Mads," Jack says gently, looking between the two.

"I can show him out," Danny says, getting up as well.

"That's alright, Danny," Maddie says. "Why don't you go get your sister? We need to have a talk...as a family."

Danny glances at Vlad.

"Now, Danny," Maddie says. Danny heads for the stairs, pit growing ever larger.

--

The next time they meet it is Danny who has Vlad pinned, the gaudy chandelier above him shaking with the force of his rage.

"You should've told me," Danny growls.

"I thought your parents had you informed," Vlad says, utterly unbothered by the teen cracking what is thankfully not a load-bearing wall of his mansion. "Honestly Daniel, we could throw around allegations of deception on both sides, particularly mine as I assume you've known for quite some time now, if not the entire time, about your father hmm?"

Danny's eyes flick away in an obvious tell.

"Yes, I thought as much. But rather than whinging about being blindsided, I suggest we focus our energy on the solution."

Danny drops Vlad, barely biting back a snarl when the man lands gracefully on both feet.

"Which is?" Danny asks.

"First of all, your well-meaning but frankly moronic parents seem to believe that they can make a case for your custody without the assistance of my legal team. It is in both of our best interests to dissuade them of this."

"They don't like feeling indebted, Mom in particular."

"Well, to be crude for a moment Daniel, tough shit. Yes," Vlad says in response to Danny's widening eyes, "I said it. Bruce Wayne has the best of the best on his payroll and your parent's rinky-dink attorney from the local practice won't stand a chance against Friedman & Sons. Especially once he establishes paternity."

"He can do that?" Danny asks. "I mean I'm almost eighteen, can't I just refuse?"

"The keyword here, Daniel, is almost. As in, you are not. The judge can take your wishes into consideration, but I suspect Wayne will make a case for an unsafe living environment alongside his paternity to win his petition for full custody."

"Un-unsafe living environment?" Danny sputters. Vlad eyes the boy dryly before gesturing to all of him, currently clad in silver and black hazmat. Danny drops the transformation with a wince.

"In fact, I suspect that's the main reason the man filed in the first place," Vlad continues. "Lord knows he doesn't need anymore heirs to fight over his fortune once he passes—"

"Jesus, Vlad,"

"—so I believe he did some digging and found your home to be, well, wanting. On paper, Daniel, your parents sound eccentric at best, dangerous at worst. Pull the right strings, and hospital records just fall into laps. He probably thinks he's rescuing you." Vlad sneers. "If only he knew how quick you are to spit in the face of one offering you a comfortable and wealthy home."

"Fuck off," Danny says. "Is that what this is about? If you can't have me, no one can?"

Vlad rolls his eyes. "Come now, Daniel. Are you really intending to keep up this pretense?"

"What are you talking about?"

"We agreed a long time ago that no matter the nature of our quarrel, we would leave the Justice League out of it," Vlad says, taking a menacing step forward. "You think I, running in the circles I do, would have no knowledge of Bruce Wayne's alter-ego?" He takes another step, voice rising. "I have avoided drawing The Batman's attention for years, no matter how often our paths crossed. I stayed under his radar for decades, and now, BECAUSE OF YOU, I AM ABOUT TO BE RUINED."

With a creak and a groan, the chandelier drops, landing between them with a crash. Danny coughs from the dust as Vlad takes a heaving, calming breath.

"Then why get involved at all?" Danny asks, staring at the ground.

Vlad sighs, clapping his hands twice. Several ghosts dressed in service uniforms fly out the woodwork, gathering up bits of chandelier as others begin to mop.

"Because, little badger," Vlad says, walking away from the mess. "If we lose this, he'll have you in the palm of his hands. Which is infinitely worse."

Entering the kitchen, he pulls an open bottle of white out of the kitchen fridge and pours himself a glass, throwing a Fiji water to Danny who takes it for the peace offering it is.

"He won't."

"Won't what, Daniel? Please speak in full sentences."

"Won't have me," Danny says, letting a thin coat of frost spread over the bottle. He tips the freezing cold water into his mouth and wipes his face with his sleeve, mostly to see Vlad grimace.

"Why, because you'll run away if he wins? Until you turn eighteen? I won't have you fail to complete your education because of a cockamamie scheme, Daniel—"

"Because I have a solution, Vlad, one that doesn't involve the courts or running away."

"And what is that, exactly, Daniel?"

--

"You're going to leave my family alone."

"Danny," Mr. Wayne says, blinking in surprise at the boy on his doorstep and miles away from Illinois.

"I mean it," Danny says firmly. "You're going to drop your petition and whatever smear campaign you were planning on and leave the Fentons alone."

"Danny...why don't you come inside?"

Danny takes a step back from the manor's large doors. "You want a relationship with me? Brute force isn't the answer."

Bruce takes in the teenager, lanky but almost to his eye level. His eyes are clear and sharp, his demeanor forcibly calm.

"I debated whether going through the court was the right thing to do," Bruce says slowly, matching calm with calm. "But I wanted to be above board."

"Because my adoption wasn't?" Danny says, arms crossed. "Yeah, I'm aware. Kinda hard to adopt a kid that doesn't legally exist. And I know what you're going to say, the Fentons should've reported me to the system, but they didn't do it because I begged them not to. Because I didn't want my biological parents to find me."

"Danny..."

"You can swing your dick around and get your way, exactly the way I thought you would do things," Danny says, "Or you can have a relationship with me on my terms. A relationship where I don't despise you because you took me away from the people who've loved me no matter their faults."

"You're asking me to choose your happiness over your safety." Bruce says carefully.

"That's bullshit," Danny says. "I had a lab accident when I was fourteen and went directly against my parents' instructions. They trusted me, and I made a mistake."

"It's not a matter of trust. You were a child, Danny, and you almost died." Bruce says, not bothering to feign ignorance. Footsteps echo behind him.

"Bruce?" A voice calls. "Is that..?"

"Your son did die," Danny says. "He took a flight with your credit card to Ethiopia and got blown up. I bet you trusted him too."

Bruce reels back as a hand lands on his shoulder, the other on the door.

"Whoa, whoa, uh, Danny, right? I'm Tim, I'm—"

"I know who you are," Danny says, clenching his fists. Powering through the hurt he is causing. "I didn't come here to point out what a total hypocrite you are. I just want you to back off. And if you give me your number, we can text and I'll come to Gotham for Thanksgiving or the ski chalet in Vermont or your villa in where-the-fuck-ever and you can be Uncle Bruce that I maybe even tolerate being around once in a while. Just leave my family alone."

"Bruce, what is he talking about?" Tim asks. "Back off of what?"

"Your Dad is suing my parents for full custody," Danny says when it becomes clear Bruce isn't answering.

"What?" Tim hisses, turning to Bruce. "That isn't what we talked about!"

"Danny. I..."

"Here," Danny says, thrusting an index card forward that he's scrawled his phone number and email onto. On the other side is the past participle conjugation for 'venir'. "I won't answer until you drop the custody petition. Which I expect you to do by tomorrow morning."

"Done," Tim says, stepping past Bruce and taking the card. "Give me about noon to get it all squared away with the lawyers. Do you have a hotel? A way home? I'd be happy to reimburse your flight and accommodation."

"Overstepping already."

"Fair enough," Tim says coolly, raising his hands. "Our lawyers will reach out when it's settled."

"Great. Bye." Danny says, turning to leave. He waits until he hears the manor door close behind him before pulling out his cell phone.

Ring!

Ring!

"Hello?"

"It's done."

"What's done? Again, little badger, full sentences, I beg of you."

Okay, I might be pulling this out of my ass but since that finals match was in Evermore that means the foxes should have been wearing their white away jerseys. Which means: the final match was a game of chess.

Not only are they wearing white, but they have first serve (Dan won the coin toss), and near the end the Foxes' king (Neil, because this is a battle between Riko and Neil) changes positions with the tower (Matt, a defenseman that towers over most people) creating the illusion of a castling.

And right there at the end, Riko attempts to kill Neil because they're in front of each other, but that's not how kings work. In the time it takes him to take that step, Andrew closes the gap and strikes. Check mate.

Hogwarts Legacy Accurate to Victorian Era Pt. 2

Thank you so so much for the lovely response to my first one! I'm so happy that you enjoyed it. This was just supposed to be a one-off, but here is part 2!

Read Pt. 1 !

Warning for brief mentions of: Dissection. Gore. Sex and lust. Antiquated ideas. Cannibalism. All the good stuff.

Simple Solution for an Injury

Complex injury? Amputate it!

No Anesthesia. No antibiotics.

Have fun going into shock from the pain.

Survived the surgery? Have fun with the post-surgery infection.

Ominis taking one glance at Sebastian's broken leg.

Ominis: "Lose the leg."

Sebastian: "Wait, no. Hold on, we can just use episkey-"

MC: *already raising an axe with a psychotic grin*

MC: "Sorry, Sebastian. Your lovely leg will be sorely missed!"

Cereal for Proper Gentlemen

Cereal is just becoming popularised, more so in America.

Most importantly, it's considered a proper thing to eat for gentlemen since, apparently, it has the effect of keeping your urges at bay.

Sebastian and Garreth always feel they need cereal to keep themselves in check. So they usually begin their day by eating two full bowls of cereal.

Ominis and Amit would eat cereal once in a while.

But strangely, when you sit next to them, you find them reaching for a box of cereal and burying their heads into the bowl, refusing to meet your eyes and their cheeks bright red.

We Party Like It's 1890

Victorians loved the macabre and the exoticism. The best parties were considered the dissection of Egyptian mummies.

Garreth Weasley, knows how to party.

And also happens to know a man who can get him an Egyptian mummy.

The whole school erupts into an excited buzz when they hear of a party being held by Weasley.

How he manages to afford an Egyptian mummy at such a great price, you ask?

If you ask Garreth, he'd say it's thanks to his winning charm.

If you ask Ominis, it's because he's being swindled with some "third-rate corpse dug somewhere from Whitechapel."

Having attended a few of those parties himself back home, Ominis apparently can tell the difference between a real mummy vs. a fabricated one.

----

Garreth Weasley rolls up his sleeves, and dramatically flourishes his wand to begin the demonstration.

But, contrary to his boasting, he is quite shit with anatomy and maintaining steady hands.

Amit Thakkar is driven mad to no end at these parties, though he always comes begrudgingly.

He chooses to come because Garreth will literally drag Amit to his party.

But also because Amit naively believes every time that he might be able to teach Garreth a thing or two about anatomy.

Garreth has not failed to disappoint Amit every time so far.

"Agh, Garreth! You've spliced the superior vena cava!"

"Patience now, Amit. A delicate artform such as this takes great skill and control of one's wand-"

Garreth's hand slips, proceeding to stab the heart with the tip of his wand.

"Ah. Shit... Well. That's that."

"No matter." As Garreth wipes his wand on a tablecloth. "Now who wants to try my newest butterbeer!?"

That is usually when the party comes to an abrupt end as everyone rushes to the door.

Cure for All: Egyptian Mummies

Victorians engaging in straight-up Cannibalism

Ground-up mummies from Egypt are sold as a cure for all.

Sebastian, unfortunately, hears this rumour.

The next day, he's selling it in the corridor as a "Miracle Powder: 100% High-Quality Egyptian Mummies - Straight from the Tomb of Pharaohs"

Anne is in on it.

The local population of Inferi have significantly dwindled ever since.

But soon enough, not even Inferi are enough for his demanding supply.

There have been recent headlines in the Daily Prophet of the alarming number of grave robberies. Wizards. Goblins. House-elves. No one is safe.

Ominis: "Really, Sebastian? Grave robbing?"

Sebastian: "It's called procuring the merchandise, Ominis. Clearly, something you don't understand as someone who hadn't had to work a day of his life."

Sebastian boasting about his knack for business.

One night, Sebastian shows up in front of you with two shovels on his shoulders.

MC: "Grave robbing?"

Sebastian: "Grave robbing."

MC: "Should we dig up Uncle Solomon?"

Sebastian, taking way too long to consider: "... Nah. Anne would kill me for it."

MC: "At least that would get us two bodies."

The Beginning of a Business Relation with Garreth

There was one time when Prof Weasley got suspicious of Garreth’s outlandish plans, leaving him unable to retrieve the entertainment for the party that he’d already planned.

"Come on, Sallow. My reputation is at stake."

"Word tells me you can fetch me a mummy, yes?"

Sebastian, being the savvy businessman that he is, strokes his chin.

"I can. But it will cost you."

The whole school will remember that horrendous night, when the mummy mysteriously came back to life, and began attacking the students, the whole room erupting into chaos.

"It's the Pharaoh's Curse!" Duncan Hobhouse wails. "I knew I should've never come!"

Ominis growls about Duncan always complaining, and being too much of a coward to do anything.

Ominis: "Perhaps we sacrifice Puffskein Dunkein to the mummy. We’d feign an accident off school grounds. Nobody needs to know."

"I have it all under control," Sebastian shouts to Garreth.

As he continues to blast Confringo non-stop at the inferi in mid-panic.

----

To support Sebastian's growing business, you are in charge of harvesting Inferi and bodies for Sebastian. But Garreth is in charge of the processing.

Ever since the fiasco at the party, Garreth forgave Sebastian and joined in to assist with the processing part.

Garreth says he’s forgiven Sebastian. But he now takes 55% of the cut.

These days, you can find the two in the Undercroft, testing out the newest solution.

The Mad Scientist and The Merchant of Death.

Round goggles. Rolled up sleeves.

A thick pungent smell of whatever solution Garreth came up to quicken the mummification process.

How lovely.

Ominis is not happy.

----

If MC is extremely progressive, they'd disapprove of mummy dissection parties and comment to Garreth about the colonial mindset behind parties like this.

For weeks, Garreth is depressed and remorseful.

From then on, the Egyptian Mummy is replaced with a fake from Sallows, Co.

Ugliness

Victorians believed that loveless marriage and sex led to their children being born ugly.

Sebastian loves taunting Leander Prewett along this line of thought.

"Hey Prewett, guess where I was last night?"

Leander rolls his eyes. "Let me guess. My mother's?"

"You're quick this morning, I see. Your mother told me she's never loved your father."

Leander grows bright red, glaring. "Don't you dare, Sallow."

Sebastian with a smirk: "Solved at least one mystery. The reason why you look like a leper."

Leander explodes, warranting Sebastian a number of hexes and detention for both of them.

Source:

-The Astonishingly Slow Progress Towards Surgical Anesthesia -What People Ate to Survive the Victorian Era -Mummy Parties -The Gruesome History of Eating Corpses as Medicine