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Prompt 26

Jaskier has been recognized as the runaway viscount of lettenhove by a band of bandits. Embarrassingly, they seemed to have found him in the midst of buying a personalized gift addressed "To My Beloved." Perhaps a hairclip shaped like a dandelion, or perhaps an embroidered handkerchief, or something else dainty and delightful. The bandits drag Jaskier away for ransom, even as he tries futilely to explain that his lover will NOT be polite to them if they continue down this road. I mean, whatever fancy shmancy noblewoman whose skirt he's chasing can't be that threatening to their operation, right? They write up a ransom note, intending on sending it along with a lock of Jaskier's hair, and a few drops of his blood to show they're serious. They slice across Jaskier's wrist, but there's much much much more blood than they expected, because the man slicing his wrist is suddenly missing his head. Huh. Perhaps they've underestimated Jaskier's beloved. He did try to warn them.

Early on in their friendship, there came a year where Geralt and Jaskier’s paths did not intersect at all.

Jaskier had full confidence in Geralt’s abilities, but he couldn’t keep himself from worrying when he hadn’t seen hide nor hair of his witcher for 14 months! He had a dangerous profession. One full of blades and blood and enemies and monsters. What if his dearest friend and muse was dead?!?

He wasn’t ready to write that song! He didn’t think he ever wanted to write that song.

Thankfully, his witcher was not dead. They had a tearful reunion—well, Jaskier was the only one who cried, but it counted!—and continued their travels together.

However, the bard now insisted that they agree on meeting places before parting. He would not be deprived of his witcher again, thank you very much.

Jaskier also commissioned some magical items to give himself peace of mind.

Jaskier had a mage enchant a pair of talismans with dandelions painted on them. The enchantment was activated when a person smeared their blood over the talisman, which would then reflect the person’s health. If they were injured, the dandelions would wilt in proportion to the injury. If the person died, the dandelions died too.

So, Jaskier explained to his fierce friend that they would exchange talismans in order to stay informed on the other’s welfare.

There was a part of Jaskier that worried Geralt would refuse, but the witcher immediately unsheathed a knife to prick their fingers.

The talisman always brought comfort to Jaskier during their separations. It soothed him to have proof of Geralt’s wellbeing.

Even after getting his heart broken on the mountain, Jaskier kept his talisman. Him being sad and angry didn’t mean he was done caring. (Though sometimes he considered chucking the thing out a window)

Then, Nilfgaard captured Jaskier. Their mage made sure to disenchant Jaskier’s person to ensure that he didn’t have any means of calling for help or escaping.

Not even Geralt would know of his plight.

***

Across the continent, the moment the mage disenchanted Jaskier, Geralt watched the dandelions on his talisman burst into flames.

YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

(I'm also having a lot of fun, so here's some more)

The only thing Danny's brain could register as he woke up was pain. When had he fallen asleep? In between the shocks of hurt and pain, he remembered fighting and an ambulance, but nothing much other than that. He knows that he was in a hospital at some point, but that sure as hell wasn't where he was now.

Had the G.I.W gotten him? Probably. He didn't have the energy to care, though. The pain taking over his senses completely. That's not good.

The haze of pain lessened a bit over time, though he couldn't tell how long it was, and allowed him feel other things. The first thing he felt was that he was missing a few pieces of himself. The next thing he felt was the warm air on the inside of his skin. If his stomach had still been in its proper place, he would've been sick.

The next thing to make itself known to him were the voices. Loud, obviously not caring who or what heard them. They were talking about him and cores or something. It sounded important. Why did it sound important?

His sense of sight was the next to return to him, though he used it sparingly. The room was bright. White walls, white ceiling, white LED lights, and he assumed even the floor was white tiles. Though, he figured the table he was on - silver if he had to guess - and the floor were both stained neon green and dark red. Green because of the ectoplasm that made up his ghostly form and red because of the blood that flowed through his very human veins. He opted to close his eyes again.

That was another thing to worry about. He was Phantom right now. He could've sworn he was Danny at the hospital. When did he change? Did someone force him to? How? Why? Danny didn't know. He doesn't like not knowing. Memory lapses are dangerous.

The very top of his list of surprises was when the LEDs and the voices in the room were drowned out by ominus red and a blaring alarm. That, added with the frantic running through the halls, painted the picture that someone was either attacking or raiding the base. Huh. What a coincidence.

Not that it mattered to him. Whoever it was would either be taken down or leave after they got what they came here for. Best not to get his hopes up. Intead, he was going to focus on piecing himself back together. Not having use of his limbs was making the task difficult, but he'd handle it.

Well, that had been the plan. He was alone in the room now, so he could do it, but the door was thrown off its hinges before he got very far. How unfortunate.

A gasp and several curses filled the room as someone (multiple someones?) rushed in and stopped by his bedside.

"Are you alright?" someone asked.

"He's probably asleep," that was a different voice. Definitely at least two people in there with him now.

The fingers on Danny's right hand twitched as he growled a soft "No," to answer the question.

"Shit!" a third person swore.

"You mean he's awake?!" a fourth.

Damn. There are a lot of people in this room. If he wasn't currently an open book, he'd say he was getting claustrophobic. As it stands, that's the least of his problems.

"Oracle?" he heard the first voice ask, "What do we do?"

He didn't hear a response from whoever 'Oracle' was, but he did hear the people get closer to him. Two on one side, one on the other, and one probably by the door. That's four people, plus whoever 'Oracle' is.

"We should've told father or the Justice League." the second voice said, "They would know how to deal with this better."

Now that was a name Danny knew. Everyone knows who the Justice League are! But, why did these guys not tell them? The Justice League are heroes! Don't tell him these are kids that're here!

He groaned, moving his head and prying his eyes open. He had to get them out of here. They weren't safe here. He needs-!

"Sh, sh, sh!" the first guy started, his hands waving a bit but not touching Danny, "Hey, hey, don't move. You're, um..."

"A little bit everywhere," the third voice said.

"I k'nda fig'red tha'." Danny slurred. Wow, maybe he lost a bit more than he expected. Oh, well. Nothing to do about it now. "Got'a ge' up!" It was proving to be a very difficult task, seeing as he was still strapped down and wide open.

"Whoa," the third guy pushed his shoulder back down like it would do any good. He had leather gloves on. "You're not going anywhere."

Danny mustered up the best glare he could and sent to the guy. A red helmet? Weird, but okay. "Why no'?"

The first guy spoke again, his voice smoother and a bit higher than little red riding hood's. "You're a little stuck," He was wearing black and blue with a black mask, the eyes whited out.

There was a scoff from over by the door, "He's been cut open, he's little more than 'stuck'." Rude little gremlin, obviously younger than the others, but speaking more formally.

"I'm working on it!" that was the last one. His voice was familiar. Why?

Danny leaned his head back down. He knew he couldn't do anything while strapped down like this, and it was very upsetting. Why did this always happen to him?

No use lamenting about it now. He's at the mercy of whoever the hell these guys are. Hopefully, they're a step up from his previous company.

DPxDC Prompt:

The vigilante meant well, taking the kid to the hospital to treat his injuries. The kid mumbled the entire time, barely conscious. "No hospital, please," he said more than once.

Poor kid, the vigilante thought. He must have a phobia of needles or something.

...

They never could have anticipated the danger they put that kid in, placing him in the care of that hospital.

The extraction was mostly a success. Cass and Damian made quick work of anyone who had gotten back up after their initial infiltration, Dick and Tim made sure to zip-tie them all together in groups of three or four. Though, in their rush to get out, they might've missed a few.

No further problems were encountered until they all got off the property. Then, the headlights to the Batmobile turned on, freezing them all like deer in headlights. Even behind the cowl, Batman looked extremely unimpressed. "Put him in the car."

It was a simple order, one that none of them were going to disobey. Red Hood sat in the front seat with the kid on his lap, Batman took the driver's side and the two drove off to the Batcave.

Nightwing mounted his bike with Robin at his back, Orphan took Red Hood's bike, and Red Robin started up his own. No one said a thing over the comms until they passed the clocktower. "I told you that telling Father was adviasable.

***

Danny was not having a good time. He hadn't been having a good time for a while, but this was somehow both worse and better than before. On one hand, he was right about his current company being better than his previous company. On the other hand, he was in a shit ton of pain and nothing to distract from it.

He was in a car, he could tell, and he was being held like a child, curled up on someone's lap. His head was leaning against the person's shoulder, he feet were on the door, and he was basically cured in the fetal position. Not the best pose to be in after being held open, restuffed, and barely sewn back together with glorified fishing line, but at least his organs were in the right places. Mostly. He'd need to adjust his stomach and small intestine a little bit, but the rest seemed to be in place.

He turned his head slightly, groaning at the effort. It shouldn't be nearly this taxing to move a little bit. "'ornin' sun'ine." he pushed out.

The person holding him chuckled a little in disbelief more so than humor. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Sleeping Beauty."

"Still dead," He would know, he checked. "'nd Sleepin' Beau'y didn't die...or wa'e up."

There was a deeper, more gruffer, and possibly also modulated voice from beside Danny. Probably to driver. "We're almost to the cave."

"Great," the man holding Danny said before addressing him, "We're gonna get you some medical assistance, okay?"

This caused Danny's fight or flight to kick in. "No!" he screamed, starting to struggle as much as he could given his injuries, "No hospitals! No doctors! No-!" The man holding him covered his mouth with his hand.

"Hey," he said with no tact, "We're not taking you to a hospital. We might have to get a doctor-!" Danny licked the hand over his mouth. "I've got gloves on, idiot."

"Red Hood." the dirver growled in warning.

If licking was going to work, fine. He opened his mouth, turned his head a bit, and bit down on the side of the hand.

"Mother fuck-!"

The driver slammed on the brakes, jostling both Danny and the man holding him. Then, he got out and opened the passenger side. "My name is Batman," he looked Danny in the eye as he spoke, "We want to help you, but you have to let us."

Holy, shit. He's with Batman?! And, and Batman had said called the other guy Red Hood. Red Hood was holding him?! He bit Red Hood! Just half kill him now. Just finish the job.

Batman picked Danny up, Red Hood climbing out of the car after them. Finally, Danny's mind returned to him and he began to struggle again, the small amount of adrenaline from his initial squirming on Red Hood's lap leaving his system quickly with the revelation of who his company now is. He hurt, but that wasn't going to make him docile. "No-no hospitals1"

"And no doctors." Batman finished.

"No sedatives, neither."

The black clad vigilante looked down at him before relenting. "Alright,"

Danny allowed himself to relax in Batman's arms. This guy was known to be the most violent of the Justice League, but he's also the one most kids seem to be comfortable around, considering the Robins. And, yeah, Danny had to agree. He's never experienced proper Dad Vibes (TM), but Batman definitely gives them off. Would he get in trouble for telling Batman that he feels like a dad? Thoughts for later.

DPxDC Prompt:

The vigilante meant well, taking the kid to the hospital to treat his injuries. The kid mumbled the entire time, barely conscious. "No hospital, please," he said more than once.

Poor kid, the vigilante thought. He must have a phobia of needles or something.

...

They never could have anticipated the danger they put that kid in, placing him in the care of that hospital.