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Assistant: Title: Kindred Spirits
        Author: NightFlame33 NightFlame33 
        Chapter: 7/27 
        Summary: When on patrol one night, Red Robin ends up critically injured by a powerful, young ghost. Fortunately, a glowing boy is there to save him. Unfortunately, it involves stabilizing Tim with something that looks eerily like Lazarus Water. With a brief, yet vague explanation of ghosts, ectoplasm, and something called the GIW, the boy - self-proclaimed Phantom - vanishes.Tim launches himself into research, discovering a plethora of new revelations into ghosts and the spirits that reside within and alongside their world. Some a little closer to home than others. As Tim and his family continue to search for answers, they'll discover government coverups, magic beyond even the knowledge of Justice League Dark, and a town that tows the border of life and death.Meanwhile, Danny Fenton is having the time of his half-life at Gotham U, balancing engineering classes with his kingly duties in the Infinite Realms. But when Phantom ends up on the Bats' radar, his delicate balance might be upset entirely. But then again, Danny Fenton has never been one to retreat from trouble. And he certainly isn't about to start when it comes in the form of one very attractive Tim Drake-Wayne.
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    Not wanting to take any chances with shady magicians able to scam even the high lords of hell, Danny opened a portal to the Infinite Realms as soon as he was clear of the Batcave. Taking one finger twisting into the black claw of his developing Ancient-form, Danny sliced a portal into the air and stepped through.Once safely through with the portal closed, Danny fell over into laughter. His form shifted as he laughed from the muted form akin to the teenager he’d been when he died to the kingly mantle he preferred. It was the form that changed the most with him as he aged, since it was his truest form in the realms right now. He still looked mostly human-like with soft white hair waving in non-existent wind, and the standard four limbs. But other features were decidedly less human. He had fangs and ears now that looked very similar to Dan, his alternate universe self. And wow, had that been a breakdown and a half when those showed up. But he also had other aspects that were uniquely his own. His eyes were still green, but now they were one solid color like many Ancients’ eyes. He was also more lithe and taller, just out of proportion of a typical human, which gave most of living creatures an uncanny valley unease.Most changed of all, his outfit was a far cry from the hazmat suit he’d died in. The cape that had unfurled when his core was complete again was only the beginning. Now the cape was longer, and it didn’t just have stars, it also held shifting dust and glowing particulates like the inside of a nebula. The cape was also now tufted with fur as soft as the yetis in the far frozen. Like the yetis, Danny had also grown in two bioluminescent blue horns on top of his head that sparkled like ocean ice. His crown of fire floated between the horns, frozen mid-flame and frosted over, encased in a green aura. The ring of rage transformed back to its natural form. Once Danny had assumed the throne as King of the Infinite Realms, it had become a sleeping dragon shape with the tail curling around the finger for the band. When Danny used it, the dragon came to life, tiny gemstone eyes radiating crimson light. For Danny’s rage was protective, and what was more protectively ferocious than a dragon? These days usually only the Observants felt the might of the ring’s power, but there had a been a few encounters with the GIW that had certainly awakened the sleeping dragon.Danny’s outfit was also no longer a hazmat suit. In his kingly form, he rarely had legs, and his ghostly tail was like the tail of comet, bright and silvery. He’d pilfered ideas from a few of his friends in the Infinite Realms as he prepared for his eventual reign. He wore a black wrap shirt, his sleeve ends wrapped over in white tape. Per Fright Knight’s request, he wore armor overtop, with spiky shoulder guards where his cape was attached. No more gloves in his kingly form. He had human-esque hands, except the fingers were longer and tipped in black claws. All around him, Danny radiated green light crackling with the ghost speak equivalent of laughter. The aura of the realms echoed its monarch’s humor.The look on Constantine’s face had been priceless! Danny really thought he’d have to use brute force to break the magician’s seal, until his core recognized the tethers binding Constantine’s soul to his. There was no power Constantine could use against him while he was literally bound to Phantom in servitude. It only took a few ghostly commands to Uno-reverse card the magic and bind Constantine with the sigil instead. And to think Dagon had complained about Constantine’s wiliness for hours. Ha! Danny couldn’t wait to tell that self-important waste of hell space how he conned the conman in under five minutes. His next meeting with the Hell Legions might actually be pleasant for once.Recollecting himself, Danny flew through the Zone, passing some of the familiar haunts of his future citizens.“Whelp!” Skulker shouted from his skull-shaped island, approaching Danny. He pulled a laser rifle from behind his back and aimed it.Phantom grinned, showing the teeth he had to hide in the mortal realm. “That’s High King Whelp to you, Skulker!” He taunted as he dodged a green ectoblast.Phantom let Skulker chase him for a few laps around the hunter ghost’s haunt, before hiding and then jumping out to douse the ghost’s flaming helmet with a pile of snow.Danny cackled while Skulker blustered, shaking off the flakes until they swirled away to be reabsorbed by the realms. “As impertinent as always,” he grumbled.“Good to see you too, Skulker. How’s Ember?”Skulker shouldered his rifle. “Off in another plane for some concert. Your sister came by and caused a racket so I wasn’t paying attention.”“Dani’s here?” Phantom’s core practically leapt with excitement. It had been ages since they last caught up. Last Danny had heard, she had been exploring some dimension where no meteor had decimated the dinosaurs, so the earth had evolved into a planet of intelligent lizard-bird people.Skulker shrugged. “She evaded my hunt and scampered away. You may relax knowing another day passes where your kin’s pelt is not on my wall.”Danny shrugged. Dani would show up eventually. Probably when it was most inconvenient for Danny. He wasn’t too concerned for his clone facing Skulker in the first place. She’d grown in strength herself and could usually hold her own against most of Danny’s ex-rogues.“Well, I have a baby ghost to release and duties to attend. Happy hunting, Skulker!” Danny waved.“Your skin will be on my wall yet!” the ghost shouted after him, in his typical fashion.Danny moved through the realm with similar interactions. It was always a balm on his emotional ghost-half to be around other ghosts. His core sang with the joy of interacting with those under his protection. Not to mention he hadn’t had a proper fight since last time he was here. The baby ghost he’d found in Gotham had been concerningly powerful, but still insignificant compared to the power of a Realms ghost. And Red Hood hadn’t truly understood their fight, it had been more of a chore to exhaust the poisoned ectoplasm then a proper fight. Perhaps ectoplasm-poisoned Red Hood would want to spar again once Danny worked on a way to cure him. Next time with proper banter. Red Robin would be fun to fight too, but Danny knew he shouldn’t stick around the Bats. He’d spent this long staying off their radar. And probably would have continued doing so if not for meeting Red Robin. He should take his friends’ advice and stay as far away from Gotham vigilantes as possible moving forward. But on the other hand, his poor bisexual heart had just let a hot guy hold his soul for a week and Danny was only human. Well, half human.Danny encountered more of his friends as he made his way to his Haunt. After playing fetch with Cujo, he ended up racing Johnny and his shadow. Their race ended with Danny dropped off at the castle now known as Phantom’s Keep. Danny took a pause at the doors, bracing himself for whatever Observants were waiting for him inside. Lucky for Danny, the first ones to greet him were three pint-size eyeball ghost, currently carrying a hog-tied red oni through the hallway.“Prince Phantom! Prince Phantom!” They waved and called out. The twelve foot tall oni bucked and struggled, futilely hoping for a chance of escape their distraction. That’s when a fourth Observant, the tiniest of the lot at only one and a half feet tall climbed on top its chest and pulled at the restraints, admonishing the oni with a sharp tug.“Take it easy there, Eye-sabella! Remember what I said about torture!” Danny called out to the smaller Observant. “Hey, Eye-leen, St-eye-les, Eye-van,” he greeted the other three.While the older Observants were a consistent pain in Danny’s royal ass, he absolutely adored the baby Observants, or as he called them: Eyelets. They were a plan from the other Observants that had backfired in a major way for them. When they had first argued about whether Danny should inherit the throne, Danny had put forth the idea of a council to help alleviate some of the pressures of ruling. What had the @ssh@l@s who tried to pre-emptively kill him for Dan’s mistakes decided to do with that idea? Make more of themselves.Initially Danny was furious. Then he was more furious when he found out more Observants meant toddler eyeballs running around to whom the Observants gave all the paperwork that had been piling up over the millennia. That’s when Danny swooped in and insisted the young eyeballs get some kind of childhood before becoming bureaucrats for all eternity. The problem? Observants weren’t like your human or even ghost child. They had different needs. When Danny asked them what they wanted to do, they wanted to find loopholes in contracts and wrestle demonic entities. So that’s what Danny had them do. He gave the eyelets the fun jobs he didn’t have time to do. Tasks like hunting down tax evading gods and tossing outdated files into supernovas. Which is how Danny came to be the pseudo-guardian of a small army of baby eyeballs ranging from one to four feet tall. And because Danny was horrified to learn none of them had names, he named them himself. Furthermore, because he hated the progenitor observants, all their names were puns. The observants were unhappy, Danny had less to do, and most importantly, the Eyelets were content and firmly on Danny’s side. A total win in Danny’s book.“High Prince Phantom.” an elder observant entered the hall and followed Danny. “You are late.” The observant took the opportunity to glare at St-eye-les who had abandoned his siblings and the oni to hug Phantom’s leg. At the older eyeball’s glower, St-eye-les scampered off.Danny waved a hand dismissively. “I got held up with an earth problem. And before you badger me with my list of five hundred mundane tasks that you all think must absolutely be done this instant even though Pariah Dark managed to put them off for thousands of years while he slept, save it. I got a baby ghost to take care of first.”The elder Observant’s eye swiveled to the young ones currently toting the oni out the door. “The council needs more oversight. It is irresponsible to send them on endeavors meant for the high king.”Danny took a deep breath to center himself. “Okay, first of all, stop calling them ‘the council.’ They’re your kids! Second of all, I am not saddling them with paperwork and whatever lame-ass standing around you lot do watching over everything and never interfering unless it inconveniences you. They need enrichment.” Jazz would be so proud something from her lectures on developmental psychology stuck with him. “And unless you lot are going to pick up the slack and start raising your kids, I’ll do what I want. Third,” and at this, Danny smirked, “as you lot are so keen on reminding me, I am not the high king, I’m the prince. I’ll work when I’m actually dead.”That wasn’t quite true. Phantom was definitely King of the Infinite Realms. He’d defeated Pariah Dark, he’d had the coronation, and the various leaders within the Infinite Realms had recognized his authority. Everyone considered him the high king. Everyone except certain robed peepers. The Observants insisted that since Danny was not fully dead and only worked on his kingly duties part-time, he was a high prince, the same title he’d held after defeating Pariah Dark and before Jazz would let him be crowned at eighteen. And while it frustrated Danny to no end, it did work in his favor occasionally.The Observant fumed in that looming, glowing-eye way that inspired nightmares. But Danny ignored them. Instead, he headed for the grand staircase, pulling a Fenton thermos from his chest cavity. He had to find a room without anything flammable. He was so glad this baby ghost was a fighter. The Observants always managed to wind him up like no one else, and he already felt the need for a good spar. Danny was just about done coaxing (read as “fatiguing”) the shadowy baby ghost into a less frenzied state when a knock on the door startled him. Danny tapped into his connection to the haunt to let the door open. Clockwork stood on the other side.“I’m kind of busy. You should know as well as anyone how sensitive it is to coax a baby ghost out of their after-death emotion,” Danny chastised.“I sensed it was the perfect time to interrupt,” Clockwork replied in his normally cryptic self, shifting from his infant form to a young man.Danny’s mouth quirked into a smile. “Didn’t expect to see you this visit. Something major about to go down in the time stream?”Clockwork cocked his head. “Depends on the choices, I think. But certainly nothing world ending. Probably.”“You inspire so much optimism. Truly, it’s astounding,” Danny dead-panned.The ghostling exploded into a small ball of fire and shadow before stuttering himself out back into a shadow. He was certainly tiring himself out.Clockwork tsked. “Fire cores are always so impatient. Especially the strong ones.”“He’ll be okay. I think. His death was full of fear and violence. He needs time to let himself look past that moment of desperation,” Danny explained. The ghostling had shared bits of memories. Scarecrow fear toxin had been prevalent. And the ghostling had died on the stuff while trapped in a burning building. His worst fears had come alive while already hallucinating them. An awful way to go. Danny remembered all too well how long his own death haunted him. Continues to haunt him.“Speaking of, he’s abnormally strong. Any hints to give me on how such a powerful baby ghost came to be? Gotham may be saturated in ectoplasm, but this little one could manifest enough to harm the living. He would have had to form near something nearly as purely ectoplasmic as a portal to the Realms themselves.”Clockwork shifted into his older form, a long beard falling to his feet. “The future should be safe without my interference in this matter.”Danny rolled his eyes. “A Magic 8-Ball is more useful than you.”The Ancient just smirked, his solid red eyes crinkling with amusement.Danny continued, “Well, I think either way this little guy will be fine. It will take time for him to grow into himself, but I think he would do well under Firestorm’s Care.”  Firestorm wasn’t quite an Ancient, but he was a very old and powerful ghost. Danny suspected the ghost had once been some form of warlord in his past life. He ruled over an impressive haunt, unoriginally named Firestorm’s Forest, an ever-burning jungle. He often sent violent wildfires through the island, aided by his army of other fire-core ghosts. Danny had joined a few hunts for fire-conjured tigers and jaguars. Other times they re-enacted battles, which were often followed by loud dances and Barbeques that Tucker adored. Danny could never stay long with his ice core, but it was a good place to vent whenever he was particularly frustrated. Firestorm would be a good guardian.“A wise choice, young King,” Clockwork replied.“Thanks, Clockwork. So if you’re not here to offer advice, why are you here?”“Can I not be curious about the state of my king?”Danny squinted with suspicion. Clockwork’s aura radiated humor too. The Ancient was teasing him. “You could. But you’re also an all-knowing time god. So…probably not.”Clockwork smiled, and transitioned back to his middle-aged form. “Astute. I came to warn you about those you call ‘Bats.’”Danny’s core pulsed with unease. “To stay away?”“On the contrary. Be cautious of them, but many futures indicate a relationship with them moving forward to be beneficial.”Danny’s nose scrunched. That wasn’t what he expected at all. In the past, mostly Clockwork had hinted seeking out members of the Justice League of his universe to be a bad thing. “Care to elaborate?”All Danny received in response was one of Clockwork’s insufferable smirks.Danny sighed. “Fine. This Lar wanted me to look into the Red Hood anyway. You should see him, CW, he looks like his core is going to turn him into an evil shade at any moment!”“Ah yes, the knight.”“…knight?” There was no telling what Clockwork meant by that. He could have hinted that Jason was one of Lady Gotham’s knights, as one of the bats, or something else in the past, present, or future. It was a hint, but like most of Clockwork’s hints, Danny had absolutely no idea what it meant.“I assume you will be conversing with Frostbite this visit about him?”Danny nodded. “I’m worried I’ll hurt him if I try to help. I’d like him to take him to Frostbite myself, but I want to know a bit more about him before I show a living stranger the realms.”“Good. Your window of opportunity with him is shorter than others.”“Ancients, can you speak plainly for once?!”Clockwork shrunk into the approximate form of a tween. He didn’t switch to that form often, only at his most impish. Danny loved and hated that form equally. With a smirk Clockwork replied, “no. Say hi to Alfred for me.”Danny swiveled. “How do you know Alfred?!” He demanded.But Clockwork was already out the door. D@mn cryptic mentor.Danny spent three days in his palace. Clockwork assured him he would be back by Sunday afternoon in his Gotham as long as he stayed no longer than four days in the Realms, so he felt no concern about staying to sort through some paperwork, and visiting Pandora to brush up on some of his martial skills. He even squeezed in a teatime with Dorathea to go over royal etiquette in different afterlife realms.With bittersweetness, he dropped off the Gotham ghostling at Firestorm’s island, but the ghosts there were all too happy to take him under their wing. The baby ghost had developed enough of a core to begin to self- actualize. On the way to the haunt, Danny shared Red Robin’s nickname for him of “Nightmare Fuel,” which seemed to resonate with the ghostling. He had been both awestruck and ashamed to find out he had attacked one of his city’s vigilantes. Danny got the sense the ghostling was a teenager when he died. The thought made his core ache, so by the time he made it to the Far Frozen, he was practically frosted over with melancholy.Frostbite’s jovial attitude was quick to brighten Danny’s spirit though. “Great One! It’s been too long! What has you looking like a stale snow pile?”As Danny found himself swallowed by the yeti’s embrace, he replied, “Ghostling I met recently died as a teenager. Hit a little close to home.”“Ah. Understandable. Come, tell me about it over cocoa. And then we’ll do a checkup.”“Frostbite, you don’t have to do a checkup every time I come by!” Danny complained, as he wriggled his way out of the hug.“A growing halfa is an anomaly. Ease this old spirit’s peace of mind by letting me ensure your good health.”“Fine! But only because I need your help with another potential Halfa.”Frostbite’s brow shot up. “Another? How?”“Not sure. But the guy has a developing core yet he’s alive.”“Most strange. Come! We seem to have much to catch up on.”While Frostbite prepared their hot chocolate, Danny wrestled with some of the younger yetis in a ball game that was an anarchistic hybrid of rugby, football, and a snowball fight.  When Frostbite and Danny finally adjourned, many of the young yetis conceded victory to their “Great One,” much to Danny’s embarrassment.“They are only teasing, you know.”Danny flushed green. “I know. But it’s still weird. It will never not be weird.”Frostbite only laughed at Danny’s pain. They talked about the goings on in their after-lives. Apparently the Far Frozen was expanding further and Frostbite was considering his own council now that his territory was growing larger. Danny offered an eyelet or two to help out.“You can keep those creepy little eyeballs to yourself, Great One.”“Come on, the young ones aren’t that bad. In fact, I much prefer them to the @ssh@l@s who made them.”Frostbite sniffed. “I don’t like the way they stare at me.”Danny shrugged. More baby observant adorableness to himself then. “Think they will go through a teenage phase?”Frostbite shuddered. “I fear for the Realms should that day ever come.”Frostbite exchanged his own tales of recent developments in the Far Frozen and some of the new ghosts who had manifested. Danny shared the woes of midterms, and his drama with the baby ghost and the bats. Frostbite was less than enthused by the idea of Danny using his core to heal a stranger.“It was Red Robin! I couldn’t just let him die! Lady Gotham would crush my core as I watched. And besides, he was only injured because of a ghost, which is my responsibility.”“It was reckless of you.”“When am I not reckless?” Danny countered. “it’s not like I defeated Pariah Dark with a well thought out plan full of contingencies.”“And this is why I insist on a checkup every time you come. A miracle if you survive to your proper death day.”“Please tell me you hear the irony in that statement.”Danny explained more about his introduction to the Bats of Gotham, culminating in his complaints about John Constantine. And that soon turned into an at length rant about Red Robin who wouldn’t leave Amity Park and the GIW alone. “He sounds as stubborn as you, Great One.”“Hey! At least I know when to leave stuff alone. He’s like a dog with a bone ever since I saved his life. Even Tuck is getting tired of constantly keeping him out of Technus’ net around Amity Park. He’s gotten close a few times. He scares me.”Frostbite smiled. “Most interesting.”“What’s interesting?”“Nothing, Great One.”Danny squinted. “I don’t like that smirk you have. What are you thinking? Why is your core chuckling?”“Tell me more about this supposed other Halfa you found,” Frostbite prompted, switching topics.“Oh yeah. He’s a piece of work. All leather and muscles. Quick to anger too. But I suspect that’s the poisoned ectoplasm around him.”Frostbite choked on his cocoa. “Excuse me?”Danny winced. “Ah, did I forget to mention the poisoned ectoplasm basically feeding of the guy’s developing core?”Frostbite stood and paced. The room turned cooler from the ghost’s agitation. Not a problem for Danny, but anyone without an ice core would be a popsicle. “How?”“I don’t know for sure. His family Lar told me to check on him. So, I went to his haunt, we fought, and after a whole lot of miscommunication, he mentioned something about Lazarus Pits, pools of rotten ecto in the living room. I really need to add checking on that to my to do list…”“What emotion dominated the parasitic ectoplasm?” Frostbite asked as he moved towards a bookshelf to begin skimming through some scrolls.“Anger. But I could also sense that was part of his core. His core had protection base to it. Oh! I brought a sample!” Danny remembered, pulling another thermos out of his chest.Frostbite sighed. “That would make things easier.” He took the thermos but was reluctant to unscrew the cap. “Describe what you sensed from him.”“It felt like a core. It was weak though. Like a shade. And the poisoned ectoplasm wrapped around it as if it were preventing any new ectoplasm in or out of the core.”“It is trying to suffocate the core before it is fully developed,” Frostbite theorized. “Poison it until it is corrupted entirely. The man can’t have been like this long.”“I don’t know. It seemed the poisoned stuff only activated when he felt I was a threat. And the core struggled. Maybe it’s fighting back?”“I would have to observe in person. Be prepared to entrap the corruption, I do not want it spreading in my realm.”“Of course.” Danny prepped another thermos just in case as Frostbite began to unscrew the lid with his ice-encased skeletal hand.The rotten ectoplasm from Red Hood emerged. Thrashing and bubbling in the purity of the Realms, it screamed with pain. Danny was ready to corral it, but the poisoned ecto seemed to act much like a fish on land, unable to do much but flop and stutter in place. Frostbite inspected it from a few good feet away. “Most vile. Astounding anyone could retain any semblance of sanity with this around their core.”Danny shuddered.Frostbite turned and rifled through his supplies before pulling out what looked to be a strange syringe. He inserted the needle into his own chest and the syringe filled with liquid glowing bright blue. Danny recognized it from a previous time he’d been in the Realms. A yeti’s core had been in critical condition from a rampaging ghost of another realm. Frostbite had used the same stuff to give his subject a boost of ectoplasm and healing. The blue glow was concentrated ectoplasm from Frostbite, particularly potent for an ice-core ghost since Frostbite was the Ancient of Snows. It wasn’t from his own core. Even now, it seemed the only person who could use his core on others was Danny, a feature – Frostbite had theorized – which had developed due to his reserves of power as High King and his Halfa-status not as dependent on his core as a normal ghost would be.Frostbite let the tiniest droplet of the ectoplasm fall onto the writhing ectoplasm that was slowly expanding in the room, probing for host. It radiated feral anger, that made Danny’s own core hum with irritation.As soon as the pure ectoplasm touched the Lazarus water, it howled in pain. The green mass shriveled like a worm in the sunlight. It pulsed with green light that slowly grew healthier. Whatever madness was in the poisoned ectoplasm seemed to die away. Then, once the poison seemed faint, the green light dimmed and the ectoplasm itself faded away. Only Danny with his unique bond to the Realms could feel the Infinite Realms themselves reabsorbing the ectoplasm now purified.“Huh,” Danny remarked.“Most fascinating. I will still need to see this Red Hood for a proper diagnosis and health plan, but for now I guess a treatment of transfusions of concentrated ectoplasm to attempt to purge and transform the poison within Red Hood. In addition, it should help feed whatever core you found within him.”“Ecto-dejecto?” Danny suggested.“Unless you would rather supply your own.”Danny wrinkled his nose. “No thanks. My ectoplasm wasn’t very well received last time. I think this Red Hood would prefer if I gave him something to test first before letting me put it in him.”“I suggest attempting it on an unattached source before attempting it on ectoplasm already bonded to a host.”Danny nodded. “Makes sense. Hopefully the guy knows where he picked some up, because I don’t think it’s from Gotham. Her lady would have put me on clean-up duty otherwise.”Frostbite laughed heartily at that. “I have heard that Lady Gotham is a demanding creature.”Danny frowned, thinking of the many “tests” he had to endure to win the city ghost’s favor. “Demanding is one word for it. But I do appreciate how much she cares. I can respect her protective instincts.” It was the sadism he did not appreciate.“Bring Red Hood to me before you attempt anything, Great One. I would advise expediency, but unless he is dying, his condition is not critical.”Danny nodded. “I’ll see if I can convince him of an impromptu vacation for a checkup.”Frostbite and Danny talked a while longer until Danny had to make the trip back to Gotham to be well rested for class in the morning. Frostbite and several of his yetis passed him around in what would certainly be bone-crushing hugs if he were in his living form.“Visit soon, Great One, and bring the new halfa if you can!” Frostbite waved.“I will!” And with a box of ectoplasmic ice pops to go, courtesy of the yetis, Danny departed.It took him a good hour or so to navigate himself into a location in the Infinite Realms close enough for a portal to his earth. So, by the time he portaled back to his dorm room, he slumped on the bed in exhaustion.“Welcome back, your ghostliness,” Tucker greeted. “How were the Realms?”Danny transformed back into his alive half and rolled over so he wouldn’t be speaking into his pillow. “Good. Everyone is doing well. Clockwork is cryptic as ever, the elder Ancients are still @ssh@l@s, and Frostbite gave me lots of advice. Duulaman’s people want to talk with you, so if you’re up for it, you may have to come with me next time. Oh! And Eye-rene says hi. I think she has a crush on you.”Tucker sighed. “What are you teaching these eye-drops?”“Ooh! That’s a good name for them too. I might use that. Can you believe the Observants are still calling them council members?”“Seeing as how those crusty eyeballs are allergic to change, yes, I can believe it.”“Everything go well on this side of the veil?”“For the most part. Red Robin tried breaking through the firewalls some more. I think Oracle has given up ever since she figured out the code was in an incomprehensible and ever-shifting language. Otherwise it’s been a quiet couple days for Gotham.”Danny laughed. He’s seen enough of Tucker fending off Red Robin and Oracle before he left for the Realms to know Tucker’s weekend had been anything but quiet. “Speaking of the Bats, you will never guess what happened when I went back to see Red Robin.”“Dude, you are a bisexual disaster and have commented on the vigilante more than necessary, even if the guy did have a piece of his soul in you. I’m sure I will believe whatever fiasco you brought upon yourself.”“No, listen! Remember, soul wh@r@ man…”
  
  

    
      
        
        
          Finally! The Infinite Realms! And the Eyelets are finally here! Bit of behind the scenes confessional: It was a scene with one of the eyelets that sparked this whole fanfic. Initially I was going to write a one-shot with them (a scene that has been adapted and rewritten that will show up later). But then I started having more ideas I wanted to try and the rest of the fic just kind of weaved together of a bunch of different head canons. And frankly, they're adorable.Original inspiration for the eyelets came from art by @letswonderspirit of their OC, Gary. Can be found here.Thank you so much for reading! Your comments continue to make my day and help me think of new ways to improve some of the later chapters still in the draft stage, so thank you!Danny, brand new king, hold five different baby observants in his arms: "if anything happens to them, I will end everyone here and then myself."Me: "same"'
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