Star Thief

Star Thief ✦

After a medical check with Frostbite and a conversation with Clockwork, it turned out that Danny didn't have a protect obsession, and it was more of a ghostly reflex about protecting his haunt from invaders.

The need to protect his home had invaded his mind until it became a priority due to the constant in which the other ghosts kept coming, leaving his space obsession as a secondary priority until the end of the danger.

He only needed one night looking at the sky and getting stellar freckles to realize that he had an obsession with space, the problem? Phantom has become a possessive ghost.

As with his home, he had an irrational fear of the night sky being stolen from him, so he began stealing stars and keeping them with him. This might seem impossible if Danny were a normal person, but he was a half ghost, and a powerful one.

He stole the stars and hid them within his own ectoplasm, turning his appearance into one similar to Nocturn's. Or at least he did until Clockwork scolded him for interfering with his dimension's solar system and forced him to return the stars.

Which he did with great reluctance. But the desire to hoard the stars just for himself did not disappear; Danny looked for an alternative solution to the problem and with the help of the Infinite Map he found "The perfect dimension to steal stars and not have to return them"

However, this did not go unnoticed by the Justice League when an abnormality was detected in all parts of the cosmos, hundreds of stars were disappearing, and fast. They decided to investigate.

On the other hand, Danny was hugging and hoarding stars as he hovered in the new dimension sky. It was perfect! And he wasn't going to return them again.

DP x DC Snippet

You cannot rest here

The words cycled through Jason's mind as he laid still in his bed. Pouring pure focus into his hearing, looking for one thing, anything that was out of place.

He couldn't find it, even as he pulled himself from his bed and glanced around his darken room. The only light avaliable was the moonlight peaking through his blinds.

This was his safe house. One even his family didn't quite know about. It was fresh and new. He hadn't used it after an encounter.

There should be no reason anyone was here.

But they were. He wasn't sure how he knew, and why that phrase was reverberating in his mind, but it was correct.

The air of his room felt wrong.

Something wasn't right. Even if he couldn't catch sight of what it was, he knew he wasn't alone. Arming himself, he quietly padded from the bedroom.

Eyes sweeping the areas around him for signs that weren't there. Someone, or something, was in here with him. Hidden from his sight, but not from him.

He's eyes finally landed on the object he found just a few nights prior. An intricate looking thermos, with vibrate green detailing.

The lid had been sealed tight, and a small button rested on the side of it. He'd been tempted to press the button on plenty of occasions, but something always stopped him.

He sweeped the room one last time before stopping by his coffee table. The cold metal resting heavy in his hands.

Jason's initial plan was to take the thermos to the batcave. Have Bruce check it over, and see if there was any insight on what was going on inside.

Now he wasn't so sure. Between the heavy feeling of being watched and in danger, he was certain this thermos had something to do with it.

Push it

He'd been hesitant, he had no clue what this device was. It could very easily be the thing cause his anxieties.

Except he was certain it wasn't. Not with the feeling that was radiating off the metal. Unlike every aspect of his apartment, the corners that screamed danger as he had walked through it.

This thermos screamed urgency. Almost hysteria for him to do something. Anything.

Maybe that's why he found his finger pressing down the small metal button. Hoping against all odds he was making the right choice.

The blinding light that filled his living room, left him doubtful in those moments.

They’re The Same Picture

"came back wrong" this "lived wrong" that, what about dying wrong. my death will forever cling to you, leaving behind a slimy trail and a metallic taste in your mouth. my soul will forever drag you down like the heavy corpse of a long-dead god, who somehow still grants wishes. you can't tell which one of us is the one not letting go. you know not even your own death will end this.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.

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