Half Lives, Chapter 6

Half Lives, Chapter 6

Read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120073/chapters/122356090

Jason took them to the closest safehouse. It was one of his most basic places. Just an abandoned warehouse he’d gotten the paperwork for. He’d installed security around it and stocked it with some supplies, but it was minimal, for emergencies only really. But it was private, and secure, and closer than any other place he could be sure of. Danny knew who he was. How, Jason had no idea, but he did. And Danny was the presence he’d felt during the robbery. The one that had somehow made a bullet pass right through his chest without touching him. And Danny was in some sort of trouble. He had no idea what kind of trouble that was, but he was sure of it. It sounded like it wasn’t just him either. Jason had watched him suppress a panic attack right there at the table in the cafe when he’d mentioned his sisters. He hated the idea of a kid in danger. So Jason needed more information. He needed to know what Danny was hiding from, and how he could help, and if Danny knowing his identity might be a threat. And he needed to know what the hell Danny’s connection to the Lazarus pits was. Because there was some sort of connection there. Whatever Danny had done in the store, Jason had felt it. Felt it with a sense that seemed to rumble up from the same deep well of pain and emotion and acidic green light that the pit rage came from, but that felt distinct from it. 

Jason hadn’t ever felt anything from the pits that wasn’t the rage. It was strange to be feeling something else now. Alien. Whatever this was, there was still rage and emotion tangled with it, but it wasn’t the same thing. 

It worried him. Even now, he could feel it, though it had taken a bit for him to pick up on it. It was so subtle compared to the roaring rush of feeling he’d gotten before. But now that he knew to look for it, there was something there. Danny… hummed. There was a faint feeling of static and chill, like a distant storm or frost on a cold morning, sitting in his chest. So light Jason could almost be imagining it. Back in the cafe, he definitely hadn’t been imagining it. Because Danny had looked like he was on the edge of breaking down right there at the table, when Jason had offered to help. Jason had almost found it funny, for a second, that Danny was worried it might not be safe for him to get involved with his problems. Him. The Red Hood. Not safe. But then Danny had said something about kidnappings. And a few of the bits he’d been letting slip had started to make way too much sense, and Jason’s vision had gone green for a moment. And while he’d been trying to fight down the spike of anger, he’d felt the pit stir again, faintly. And something had answered it.  And that was terrible. If Danny was connected to the lazarus pits, he might be in serious trouble indeed. If the League of Assassins was after him, Jason needed to know now. And if Danny was an agent of the League, then Jason needed to figure out how to deal with him.  Read the rest on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120073/chapters/122356090

this is so so important to me and mine, and I'm asking you to Do Something so I'll respect your time and keep it brief

in the UK, if 100k sign a a government petition it will be brought to Parliament and debated. y'all know this country is suffering from some 80s-style bigotry right now, and this is one symptom: almost 200k fuckholes have come together to force the government to discuss whether it is 'appropriate' to tell children that queer people exist. this is a big symbolic victory for them. and i am burning with fury.

please, if you're from the UK, sign this counter-petition so they can at least see how much of a minority they are. simply put, the attempt to put these bastards in their place isn't gathering enough steam. there are barely 2000 more signatures now than there were this morning (27th January 2023), and that isn't enough. i refuse to let these people feel even a moment of victory or satisfaction. please help.

Half-Lives Chapter 3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48120073/chapters/121838455

Danny’s phone pinged.

He’d just gotten out of another shower. He’d woken up like a thing rising from the dead, (heh) as the air in the apartment started warming back up to intolerable levels from what had theoretically been a slightly cooler temperature in the early morning. Too bad he hadn’t been up to enjoy it. Maybe he should be nocturnal.

Cooler or not, (which was still up for debate, Danny didn't have a thermometer) it had still been miserably humid. If anything, it was more humid than it had been last night. Danny had woken up feeling like he’d slept in a sauna. So he’d peeled off the clothes he’d slept in, grabbed a new pair, and stumbled into the shower to cool off and get the feeling of Damp Gotham Morning off his skin. It had almost worked.

Then, as he was headed vaguely in the direction of the kitchen, wrestling into his shirt, his phone pinged.

Danny’s phone was not supposed to do that.

The only people who knew this number were his friends and Jazz, and they knew better than to contact him unless there was an emergency.

So Danny flailed, half in half out of his shirt, and very nearly tripped over a chair as he scrambled for the table in his rush to pick the phone up. He fumbled it for a moment, heart in his throat, and opened the message from the… unfamiliar number?

He stood there for a second blinking dumbly at the screen, because Tucker had said the phone should filter out most spam calls or texts. But this didn't look like spam. It was a greeting?

?: Morning Danny! This is Jason

The phone pinged again.

He almost dropped it.

?: talked to some businesses in the neighborhood, a few of them might be looking for help

Ah, wait, that sounded familiar?

PING!

?: here’s some places you might be able to check out, hope that helps a bit

It was followed by several addresses and links to what looked like small businesses in the Bowery and Park Row, and ooooh yeah. Roof guy. Jason. Wow. Danny needed to get some coffee.

He sat down and blinked at the screen a bit more. It took a few seconds, but he managed to focus enough to properly label Jason’s number in his contacts, and then type something back.

D: that looks super helpful actually, thanks!

J: sure!

J: you get any sleep?

D: a bit but its still too damn hot

J: mood yeah

Danny chatted absently with Jason for a bit while he looked up the addresses he’d sent. It felt comfortingly normal, like chatting with Sam and Tucker.

He missed that.

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family seems to consistently forget that i am autistic and therefore live and breathe fun facts. "how do u know this stuff" look me in the eyes and ask that again 👁👁

based yellowfang design

i must humbly request a firestar & princess as bluestar/yellowfang kits

cannot wait to see the results 💖💖💖💖

For my first Hypoparents (a la @sootslash having big brain moments) you get a bonus kitty!

In this AU, Warrior Yellowfang leaves Shadowclan after her ex Raggedstar tries to guilt her into having kits. Not only is she not ready but boy o boy not with him! Not ever! So off she goes. She goes to Thunderclan on the advice of a spirit and sticks around. She stays a warrior but hangs around the medicine den, used as a diagnostic tool of sorts. Bluefur thinks she’s pretty neat. They grow close and eventually Yellowfang decides she does want kits. While pregnant, she feels her foreleg nearly explode in pain in the direction of the thunderpath, and a patrol rushes an injured kit into camp. The kit lives, and bonds with Yellowfang, and the little guy alerts the camp when she goes into labor. The parents have all they’d ever wished, hoped, and dreamed of, and names are given accordingly. Enjoy your kitties!