So like, in a lot of Fanon lore, ghosts are very empathetic creatures. They have bonds that rely on empathy, families created via it, and need it to thrive.
Also I’m partial to purring being a thing that ghosts and halfas can do.
So like, I just.
So WHAT IF Danny got a gig putting together fancy parties, one of the heavy lifters for that shit.
Get’s called in to help put together a gala hosted in the Wayne Manor.
Minding his own business.
Gets left alone in the Ballroom as the Waynes come in.
Let’s assume this is the entire, including extended family, Waynes, and that they’ve kinda got their shit together. They have their issues and their differences, but under it all is this overwhelming feel of Family.
And the overwhelming, sheer familial surge of emotions just knocks Danny on his ass.
From the ceiling, where he’d been in the rafters hanging up decorations.
Now he has to pretend to be injured, because he thinks Metas aren’t allowed in Gotham. Luckily, smothering the automatic purring his ghost half is tossing out is creating an awful wheezing sound that he can play off of.
He’d been hanging the twinkle lights-after getting them unraveled from the semi-tangled mess Joey had left them in by accident when he left for his break-in the rafters, getting the room ready for the sensory room they the gala needed for those needing a break from the hubbub-which, first off, he very appreciated knowing they had it-of the gala.
Focused as he was, he didn’t pay much mind to the door opening, figuring it was either Joey back already or a supervisor coming up check in on the progress-mostly set up, the couches and giant pillows and stuff for sitting on, as well as the tables and such were already up, just the lights and the noise dampening for the connected wall was left-or something.
He hadn’t expected to be hit with a metaphorical train of overwhelming emotions.
Normally he could brace for such large emotions, knowing where he was and who was around helped, but he’d had no warning until it was too late.
At least he was over the pile of pillows in the seating pit.
It still hurt when he landed, forcing a wheeze out of his throat that almost turned into a purr as the overwhelmingly positive emotions were closer now.
Seeing it was the Wayne’s-all of them, ancients help him-had him holding back the purrs but it ended up sounding like he was wheezing, like the time Shulker had managed a bit hard enough to break his ribs, only he was, at most, only bruised on his back, even though that fall for a normal human would’ve at least broken ribs, even falling into pillows.
Fuck how was he supposed to hide he wasn’t injured but not get sent to the hospital. He really didn’t want the big bat to make him move for ‘being a meta.’
There was a rush of noise around him. Talk.
People were talking around him, panicked now and he hates the taste of panic, but still was holding back the purring that wanted to be released, so he was still wheezing and unable to reassure them he was alright.
Look. I have literally no horse in this race when it comes to the WGA/SAG Hollywood strike. I do not watch enough TV or movies to be affected and I’m not a part of the industry. I really haven’t cared.
As a lawyer and orchardist, however, I am now utterly entranced by the fact that some Universal Studios exec thought it was a good idea to cut down city-owned trees in the middle of summer.
There is no way to get around the absolute clusterfuck they have brought down upon themselves.
Damian was grown in an artificial womb, in Lazarus water, and later exposed to a chaos shard.
Then he was tossed in Lazarus Water to see if he would drown.
Damian is super fucking liminal.
But his liminal quirks are firmly buried under a lifetime of being raised by Ra’s and Talia, in an effort to make it seem like Damian was 100% stable. All so Ra’s would not have an excuse to be rid of him.
But away from that, as he is finally toning down, it starts up again.
He has no idea he’s doing it.
When he’s content and sleepy, he’ll fucking purr.
Instead of “Good Morning” he lets out a small chirp.
Sometimes he forgets to verbalize “what” or “why” and make trills instead.
In his sleep he’ll sometimes speak in a language no one understands, that hurts their ears.
No one brings it up; he didn’t do it when he arrived, and the more relaxed he gets the more it happens. Ergo, he’s probably a meta of somesort, via exposure or otherwise, and if they question him about it he’ll get embarrassed.
Tucker Foley, newly hired onto the Development team at Wayne Enterprises, overhears one of these chirps as Damian tails after his father during one of his visits.
Tucker, out of instinct from dealing with Ellie, let’s out an answering chirp of his own.
He was not expecting the absolute chaos that would be his life after that one simple action.
Damian has a favourite new person. Said person is a random new employee. The Wayne’s are now so paranoid about him. Damian says he isn’t from the LoA. But…. Foley could do the chirping thing too. They need to do a better background check clearly!
And, why is his everything so heavily encrypted? What is he hiding? His home town also has ridiculous fire walls! No. Something is off about this. They do not trust it.
Tucker would really like to know why his new bosses kid is so heavily liminal? Like, kid is almost as bad as Jazz is. Which is worrying. Clearly he needs to do some digging. Poor kid. He doesn’t mind getting a small shadow. If the kid feels safe with him? He can live with it.
Damian was grown in an artificial womb, in Lazarus water, and later exposed to a chaos shard.
Then he was tossed in Lazarus Water to see if he would drown.
Damian is super fucking liminal.
But his liminal quirks are firmly buried under a lifetime of being raised by Ra’s and Talia, in an effort to make it seem like Damian was 100% stable. All so Ra’s would not have an excuse to be rid of him.
But away from that, as he is finally toning down, it starts up again.
He has no idea he’s doing it.
When he’s content and sleepy, he’ll fucking purr.
Instead of “Good Morning” he lets out a small chirp.
Sometimes he forgets to verbalize “what” or “why” and make trills instead.
In his sleep he’ll sometimes speak in a language no one understands, that hurts their ears.
No one brings it up; he didn’t do it when he arrived, and the more relaxed he gets the more it happens. Ergo, he’s probably a meta of somesort, via exposure or otherwise, and if they question him about it he’ll get embarrassed.
Tucker Foley, newly hired onto the Development team at Wayne Enterprises, overhears one of these chirps as Damian tails after his father during one of his visits.
Tucker, out of instinct from dealing with Ellie, let’s out an answering chirp of his own.
He was not expecting the absolute chaos that would be his life after that one simple action.
As a result of being raised around (albeit corrupted) ectoplasm his entire life, coupled with his death and subsequent resurrection, Damian Wayne is quite more than a little liminal. Still, it wasn’t quite enough to push him to halfa status. That is, until Batman decided that sending Jason Todd to a unknown ‘ghost doctor’ in an unfamiliar dimension with the alleged ghost king as a guide was too risky, leading to the majority of the Batfamily cramming into the Spectral Speeder to tag along.
As it turned out, the raw ectoplasm that made up the Zone was more than enough to push Damian into a full halfa status.
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