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Ghost helpline part 19 Back to Work

Alright so throwing herself off a tall tree hadn’t been the best idea but it had worked! The kid was off her trail, now she’d be able to … spy on him? Stop his evil pan? Alright so she didn’t know exactly what she could do with this information but she would figure it out!

Al Ghuls are dangerous and Robin is an Al Ghul. Batman had to know that! But … did the Wayne’s? Violet had watched a lot of their TV appearances while she was out sick and …Brucie was just that Brucie. Adorable but dumb.

This was the guy who crashed into a tower champagne flutes at his own party! The guy who got drunk and fell off ships! … The guy who sent her flowers and texted dad cat pics. There’s no way he knew just how evil the Al Ghuls were, one of them must have used him for the money. Or maybe his kid was adopted like the rest of them… but then why hide it?

“Uuuughhhhh why does this all have to be so confusing!” Ahhhh! She just wanted to fight something! Having a clear target would be so much easier!

Were the Wayne’s in trouble? Chances were the kid was a master manipulator, a killer trained from birth!

Birth… the statement made Violet feel bad. But it was probably the truth, she remembered those swords, that smug look her gave her during the summons. The look humans get when they think they can kill something bigger than them. The kid was a killer… the same kid that tried to catch her when she “fell”. The same kid that apparently painted, and panicked. And allowed himself to be dragged away by his older brother.

Maybe … maybe …

Knock knock

“Come in!”

Step step cccrreeaakk step step ccccrrreeakk

“Oh, hey Chad.”

This was weird… Chad never sought Violet out.

“Sit down let me look at your legs.”

“Oh! Am I due for a tune up? We can go down to the workshop instead?”

“Stop talking and sit down.”

She sat, igniting a magic circle on her leg. Hearing air escape for a brief moment before her leg popped off and clanged to the floor. Repeating the process with her other leg she took a chance to look at Chad. Her brother seemed …sad?

“You should take better care of yourself.”

“What?”

“I said take better care of yourself, you’re making dad worry.” He tinkered with the metal legs.

“Oh sorry.” Violet had meant to make dad worry, he already had enough on his plate. And now she had even bothered Chad over something simple. If she were smarter she’d be able to keep up with her prosthetics by herself.

“Good. Don’t get sick again. It’s bothersome.”

Right. Bothersome.

She laid back as Chad kept at it. A nap wouldn’t hurt—

Knock knock knock

The person behind the door didn’t wait for a response and walked right in.

“Violet we need to talk.”

“Oh Dandy, me and Chad are already-“

“Done.” Chad left like a wolf was chasing him out.

“Violet,” Dandy aborted a motion to rake threw his hair and sat down instead, “Violet we will be getting a visitor soon, around three or so. That boy is coming over to apologize to you.”

“Oh that’s nice of him.” Oh shit.

“I need you to promise me you’ll be careful if father pushes you two to be friends.”

“Yes yes I know to be careful! No magic no slip ups I-“

A look filtered threw her brothers face, “That’s not what I mean.” Dandy reached over.

Dandy held her hand. They had held hands before, Violet loved holding hands with Dandy and dad. It made her feel safe and warm sure but more than anything it gave her something Violet craved the way other demons craved blood. Hold their hands made Konstelacio feel wanted.

But this… this was different, there was a look in Dandy’s eyes she’d never seen before.

“You know not to trust humans, Violet. You know how awful they all are.”

Violet swallowed, she knew.

“I need you to be careful don’t let your guard down for a moment.”

“But Dandy—“

His grip on her hand hardened, “Promise me Violet. Promise me you won’t trust any human with your heart. They don’t deserve you.”

Violet scooted closer to him, now that statement didn’t make any sense. Her heart?

“… is,” her voice was quite, “Is this about dad and Mr Wayne?”

“Promise me.”

“Dandy—“

“Please. I don’t want to see you get hurt again. Any of you. I don’t think I could take it.”

Oh Dandy was crying. She’d never seen her biggest big brother cry before…

“Okay I promise.”

They hugged like it was the first time all over again. Like someone was going to reach out and snatch her out of his arms.

—- —- —-

Violet stayed in bed with her one remaining knee up. She didn’t know what to think anymore. Humans are bad sure but not all of them.

The humans in Fawcett were kind. And she had meet Jack when he was still a human. A lot of magical creatures started off as humans and and … and Mr Wayne was nice.

He sent her flowers when she was sick. And talked to her sweetly whenever she picked up the phone. He made daddy happy. Why can’t Dandy see that?

She levitated her prosthetics, one at a time, on to the bed. Their flight was wobbly, they were the heaviest thing she could carry.

Putting her legs back on she felt a pull. A tug.

She spared a look at the clock, 1:33pm.

Tug tug tug - she had enough time.

She stood up, “Alright then back to work.”

A second layer and she was gone.

Bruce’s Interlude Warning! Unfulfilled smut

- this takes place between chapters so you don’t have to read it especially if you don’t like smut anyway enjoy!

Against popular belief Bruce was not entirely emotionally incompetent. He could realize somethings about himself quite well.

He could realize the the strain between him and Tim was his own fault.

He could realize that most of his relationships with his sons were his fault.

He could realize that ever even looking in Talias direction had been a mistake.

He could realize that Catwoman never loved Bruce only Batman.

He knew when he was physically attracted to someone, and often his playboy persona was perfect for it. So yes he was attracted to Vlad but he wasn’t going to make a move. He wasn’t.

Vlad didn’t show any inclination of liking Bruce more than a friend. He called Bruce that a lot, his friend. He didn’t deserve it.

Bruce knew he was selfish.

Utterly selfish. Bruce was use to harsh quips and leather. But Vlad was different, he was all snark with no bite and softness that lulled the caped crusader under.

Bruce was selfish and wanted anyway.

He wanted to sleep on top of his plush looking thighs. He wanted to take care of this vulnerable man who loved his children and baked and tried to make Bruce smile on bad days. He wanted to take care of Vlad who sometimes looked at his children with sad eyes. Who crumpled to the ground when Bruce had accidentally called him Vladdie once.

Bruce’s heart sputters when he’s called Vlads friend. And he pretends to be emotionally unaware as to why.

—- —- —-

They’re warm and snug into the couch of Vlad’s living room watching a K-drama when it starts.

Bruce doesn’t have the words to tell the silver haired father that he is falling for him. Somehow he ends up allowed to kiss him anyway.

Allowed to soak in the man’s sigh as their mouths part for air. To pepper his face with kisses and watch that gentle smile paint his face. The same one Vlad makes when he’s secretly, utter fond of something. Like deserts, and his children’s screams and cheesy cliches in movies. Bruce wants to earn one of those smiles.

Bruce kisses his neighbors mouth again. Hands roving over his sides, perching themselves on that wonderful tummy and squeezing. Vlad gasps prettily as he licks down the man’s throat.

Bruce is hard in his trousers and has to stop himself from jumping his companion. If he could he’d smack himself for the audacity, Vlad wasn’t Selina or Talia or any of his countless flings. Vlad was fragile and soft and perfect.

“Mmuh,” the man in question groans, fuck. Fuck when had Bruce started touching Vlad like that. He looked down at his hand that were playing with Vlads tummy, skirting around his bulge.

Bruce moves his hands up to cares his face before his kisses him again. He wants to take this slow. Wants this to work.

“Ahh ah Bruce,” legs spread.

Bruce slots himself into the space instead of taking his own advice. And is rewarded with Vlad lifting his hips up to rub their erections together. His resolve snaps and he is rutting down on his partner like a horny inexperienced teenager. It feels so good, so warm. Vlad runs his hands gently threw the vigilantes hair, there’s no pulling it doesn’t hurt. It makes Bruce slow down and kiss him again.

Bruce props pillows behind Vlad and picks him up by the legs until he’s sitting down at the edge of the couch. “Hhhmmm Bruce what are you doing?” Amusement filling his features.

Bruce slides off the couch, Vlad’s legs twitched around him. He leaned into the aborted touch and laid his cheek on a thigh. Bruce was again at a loss for words he didn’t know what he was doing. This is all he wanted.

All he wanted was to be allowed to rest in Vlad’s thighs and breathe. He gripped the meat of his partners thighs closer to his head, turning his head to kiss the thigh he was laying on.

“Oh, oh Bruce.”

His entire being stiffened. No, no no! Why did Vlad sound sad? He wasn’t supposed to be sad anymore, Bruce’s stomach twisted. What had he done wrong?

He looked up at the man that had filled his life with so much light. Vlad was crying, why why was he crying? Bruce could apologize, he could fix this he could-

“I have to go now.”

Go where? No no no. Don’t go! Don’t leave him alone please, please. Bruce shut his eyes, remembering being abandoned at the alter. He didn’t want to be alone anymore.

“You lied to me.”

Bruce shook, and swallowed as his throat dried. Batman. Always Batman he-

Hands caressed his head, Bruce had lied about being Batman and Vlad still-

“Oh darling. You can’t save me.”

Bruce’s head spun, his heart lurched.

“You can’t save me.”

What ? No he-

“You can’t save me. “

No no no wait ! Bruce reached out and his fingers connected to noting.

-

Bruce wakes up in a quiet house, cold and alone. He sits up in his own bed uncomfortably hard in his pants and feels nothing but shame.

He sees his phone charging on the bedside and ignores Vlad’s texts. He doesn’t deserve to inflict his brokenness on to the kind man.

Bruce regrets his self punishment four days later.

It causes him to hate himself more. It starts the vicious cycle all of Bruce’s relationship go threw. It’s a routine a more emotionally aware person would be able to notice and maybe even stop.

Ghost helpline part 18 Gaslight

Now to say Violet and Danielle weren’t close would the understatement of the century.

Violet could smell the blood on this kid, she had smelled the same thing on his handkerchief. This was an Al Ghul alright. But… but this kid didn’t feel like the kid from before. There was no defensive pose, and swords at his back. This boy was covered in paint and wood and pancake batter.

Konstelacio turned her body around to face him. Yeah this was definitely Robin … she couldn’t attack him here … what was he even doing here? She thought back to the tiny sewn “W” on the hanky… no no way… Robin Al Ghul was a Wayne!?!?

“Get down here demon! Face me!”

Shit, what’s happening what’s his plan? There aren’t, there aren’t any assassins out here just … just him. Maybe… maybe… he ran away from the league…?

“Hey ! I am speaking to you! You insolent !”

Well while Dani didn’t never liked Konstelacio much her cousin had made sure to teach her one thing.

When in trouble … Deny and Cry

—- —- —-

“Damian! Stop! You can’t -“

“But I’m right! She’s that demon!”

“Damian”

“Grayson! How can you not see it! They have the same face!”

“That doesn’t constitute proof! And now we have a whole situation on our hand because you-“

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You bullied her and made her fall off a tree Damian!”

“I didn’t bully her!”

“You called her stupid multiple times!”

He had technically called her an imbecile but Damian didn’t feel the need to correct his brother at the moment.

“Calm down Dick it can’t be that bad.” Tim pulled his research up, he had never seen Dick yell at Damian like this before. Bruce sure every week but Damian?

“He threw his sketchbook hard enough to knock her out of the tree and bruise her face Tim.”

“Oh.” Yeah that was bad.

“She’s a demon! What does it matter!”

Tim clicked on a picture, “Looks pretty human to me.” Tim … saw the resemblance. He saw how happy the Masters family looked in every picture, in every video. How fond and loving the family was with each other. Damian and Bruce were just going to have to learn to let some things go.

Speaking of Bruce, the man was taking a long time to patch things up with Mr. Masters. Tim had been gone that week tracking down some missing relic and Klarion. But assuming Dick hadn’t been exaggerating about Bs new friendship with the guy… well hopefully Bruce could smooth this incident over ethier way.

- Dick didn’t need to look at the photos. He had seen her with his own eyes.

He had been the first one on the scene, already seeking Damian out to invite him to a movie, when he heard a scream. A scream and the sound of a body hitting the ground.

He paged Bruce as he ran.

When he got there he had been sickly relieved to see that it hadn’t been Damian. He went to check the girl over for injuries when he stopped short - that face. God Dick knew that face. And as soon as the thought had entered his head her entire family had shown up.

Her entire family and Bruce.

For gods sake Vlad was in tears and Bruce looked lost. Dick had grabbed Damian and ran for the manor.

He had assumed Damian had reacted after seeing her face and Dick … Dick didn’t want Bruce to fuck this up. Bruce was smiling these past few days! And what had the girl ever done but help them anyway.

Dick knew. He knew the moment Bruce caught on he’d obsess over it. Obsessive and paranoid and go too far. Damian was just like him in that regard.

Dick wasn’t proud of his line of thinking but there was only one option left.

When in trouble ... Deny and Cry.

“Damian, I just I can’t even… I understand you might hate the idea of Bruce dating again but going after his crushes kid is going too far!” He purposely teared up.

- Damian was stunned, “His What?”

“His crush Damian! The guy he’s been texting non stop for the last week? He feel asleep at the man’s house! He sent the man flowers!”

Damian… had noticed but… oh. He flushed. Did they really just think he was throwing a fit? He wasn’t a child! What did he care if father decided to date again! He … hadn’t ruined his chances had he? That wasn’t … he didn’t …

“She’s still a demon! How are neither of you seeing this!”

“Damian she looks completely different! Also it doesn’t even make any sense why would a demon be with human family?”

“She could be taking the real daughters place! She could be using them for-“

Tim rolled his eyes, “Look all records accounted for, all the pictures of her are her. Also wasn’t the whole problem that Konstelacio couldn’t be photographed in the first place? You sure your not remembering it wrong?”

“See Damian they’re not the same person, you need to calm down.”

But what if they were wrong? What if this demonic entity was evil? What if she was using fathers paramour for some nefarious purpose?!?!

Damian opened his mouth but didn’t get to say a word as the door swung opened.

“What were you thinking?!?!”

“Fath-“

“You will be apologizing to her Damian. I -“

“What!? Why should-“

“If they were any other family they would be suing us right now! We’re lucky she didn’t break anything in the fall!”

Damian twinged at the tone, he hadn’t meant to hurt her. He didn’t think a sketchbook could hurt her. He just wanted answers! He just-

“Damian … I… I understand change is hard for you. And I understand that, really I do but you need to be more gentle with people.”

Damian scoffed father couldn’t be serious!

“And I don’t just mean physically Damian, you need to be gentle with people’s feelings too. The Masters family seems to have gone threw a lot… I think you really did hurt Violets feelings.”

So her names Violet, just as he was about to explain the situation to his Father he caught sight of his brothers behind Bruce. Tim shook his head and Dick cried in a pleading gesture.

Fine then, Damian would just have to get proof first.

—- —- —-

[Alfred to the rescue]

Damian was not sulking in the the kitchen- he wasn’t! He was plotting!

A cup of cocoa was placed in front of him. Pennyworth. He so didn’t need another lecture right now.

“I heard about what happened Master Damian and I must say..”

Oh great here we go.

“I must say I have no idea what you were meaning to accomplish with all that.”

What.

“She’s a-“

“Yes yes I’ve heard from Master Tim that you believe her to be the demon you’ve all been talking with-I do keep up with the reports you know.”

“I’m not crazy ! I’m right!” Damian slammed a fist onto the table.

“I never said you were Master Damian but tell me this even if you are right… what then? What does this change if anything?”

Damian cared about Alfred’s opinion enough to think threw his answer instead of immediately responding…, “Because she’s a threat.”

“Isn’t everyone?”

“Tt- you don’t understand demons are monsters incapable of love, born to destroy things.” That’s what the grandfather had taught him, that what he read in books. Even Zatanna and Dr Fate agreed with him on this!

“Hhhmmm I would seem I have heard something similar before. About aliens, and clones … About assassins most of all. But what do I know.” Alfred turned back to the dishes.

Damian bit his cheek in frustration, “What are you trying to tell me Pennyworth?”

“Now then have you stopped to consider that she perhaps as frightened and upset as you had been when you first came to us?”

“What are you-“

“I for one think you two have far more in common then you realize. You both have left your homeland to reinvent yourselves in a new place with new rules. Tell me, should she not be given the same curtesy we have all afforded you? Is she not, after all the help she’s given, allowed a second chance?”

Damian chewed on the man’s words, “I still don’t think I should have to apologize.”

“Come now Master Damian you should never miss the chance to scope out a potential ally.”

The boy stopped was the butler implying he…

“On the assumption that I am right this is your chance to make amends and gain a powerful ally. And on the case that I am wrong and she needs to be taken down. How better to take her down than from the inside.”

Damian was stunned he knew about the butlers past but hadn’t ever expected. Well this sure did explain how Bruce managed to survive this long.

“I’ll prepare an apology cake for tomorrow. You will deliver it to her personally and scope out the situation. Collect as much information on her and her home as you can in order to draw a correct conclusion. Understood.”

Pennyworth wasn’t asking, this was an order. Damian smirked, looks like he has a new mission.

Note: Much like Alfred said they are both very similar. Bound by blood, can people really change?

Ghost Helpline part 17 - Aftermath

Violet spends the next week stuck inside. It wasn’t bad. Dad washed, clothed and feed her teleportation sickness away. She sleeps in his bed and he sends her to sleep with fairytales. Violet doesn’t know what she’s supposed to learn from these stories, it’s nice tho.

Violet doesn’t remember being a baby, maybe she never was one? This softness with her new dad leaves her wanting. Violet would like to beige that if she ever was a baby that she had been held like this - as if she was something precious.

Funny enough her bed rest has her brothers divided. Violet lies about and blames it all on a summoning gone wrong. Brad doesn’t correct her.

It leaves half of her brothers to tiptoe around her as if she’s going to go feral at any moment. The other half yell, they’re angry. Konstelacio isn’t sure which she hates more.

Brad shuts himself away from everyone except Chad and Ziyad.

Billy hugs her and tells her everything about his mission. Almost everything he dances around something. Something important, he calls Batman a dick twice. It makes her feel better about lying.

Klarion gives her an amulet and drags Charles over to tell her about their night out.

Dandy … Dandy doesn’t take it well.

“SOMEONE should have been with her!”

“Brad SHOULD have called me!”

“We should be HOME! Not here with all these these … !”

“You know how I feel about humans.”

Every days another fight.

Konstelacio sneaks out the window.

—- —- —-

It’s been a week since the commotion on the Watch Tower. Six days since they started developing an injectable cure for Vampires Fog. Five days since his talk with Tim. Four days since his kids have begun to mercilessly tease him over more frequent phone use. Three days since he read Nightwings report on the pink vampire. Two days since Constantine had contacted him with an update. They had some more info. One day since he called Clark asking him to schedule a JL meeting.

Six hours thirty two minutes and 54 seconds since Vlad last texted him.

Bruce debated sending him another cat meme to hurry up the process.

He knew he shouldn’t be worried, apparently his only daughter had gotten the flu. And much like Tim, when they got sick they got really sick.

Bruce sent him- her- them! Bruce sent them flowers. Hopefully she would get better soon. It was painfully obvious that Vlad loved his children and her getting sick had him stressing out.

Bruce debated inviting the Masters family over for dinner.

The kids would bully him relentlessly.

Alfred would love it.

—- —— ——

The entire week has been strange to Damian. For some reason his father has been texting the head of their new neighbors relentlessly, much to his sibling’s amusement. Damian doesn’t understand why father and him suddenly “need” friends. The whole act was a waste of time, Jon was enough friendship he needed anyway.

Damian stalked into the backyards tree line. Today was good day to paint damian thought as he set up his easel. Just a sunny quiet day with no distractions.

Wwhhhooossshhhh!

That, that was probably just some animal on the property. It wasn’t uncommon to see bunnies or cats skittering around the areas of estate that still resembled a forest.

Wwwwhhhhoooshhhh!

Damian followed the sound deeper into the tree line.

Wwwhhhossh!

That didn’t sound like an animal anymore. If anything it sounded like it was coming from above…?

Damian turned his head towards the sky.

It was just a girl. How disappointing, Damian had hoped to find a big cat.

She was sitting on a tree branch, swinging her legs like she had no trouble in the world. Tch- she probably doesn’t. No doubt she’s one of his new neighbors.

Wait … hadn’t she been sick recently? What was she doing out here? What was she thinking climbing that high?!

“Oi! Imbecile what are you thinking? Get down from there! “

Her head whipped around to face him.

He knew that face, he’d drawn it several times for the league files. It was missing the scar and golden eyes. But he knew that face.

He knew that face… Konstelacio ?

Ghost helpline part 16- Everyone goes home

Billy walked out of the, surprisingly opened at 3 am, art store with bags of painting supply. Ducking into an alley, he transformed. He felt a lot better.

Alright he was ready to head for Gotham, after all his family was waiting for him there.

Now how to get around the Bats, he could probably avoid them if he walked in Bludhaven right?

- “Ow! What the hell! Billy???” The kid had decided to detransform mid air and ended up on top of the small vampire.

“Jack?”

The two looked at each other, “Holly shit are you bleeding! Did I do that?”

“What no of course not! I just got caught up with some bigoted werewolf.” Reds blood was already dry, skin scared as if the encounter had taken place days ago. “Billy what are you even doing here?!”

“Finished that pie at the diner and took a walk around the place. Was just starting to head home”

Translation: I’m done with my mission and patrol of Fawcett and am trying to go home.

“And you didn’t take the short cut home because?”

Billy quizzically raised an eyebrow, seriously what does my sister see in this guy? “ Taking the long way seemed like a safer bet, especially in a town like this.”

Translation: Do you want me to get caught by the Batman ?? Huh? Do you?

“Right, we should get going there’s no telling if that wolf will come back. Need a lift?”

“Can’t we just call Dandy to pick us up?”

Red shook his head, “No can do, he left to go pick up Violet chances are he’s barely coming back into town.”

“What do you mean pick Violet up? Where is she?!?”

“It’s a whole thing, just look I am not comfortable being here right now. Don’t you know wolves travel in packs? Do you want a lift or not!?!?”

“Fine.” Jack hoisted Billy over his shoulder, “This is humiliating.”

“Hardy har har, I may be a weak vampire but even I can care you in this form. Now hold tight.”

They disappeared in a blur of pink.

And Nightwing set down the binoculars, this was going to be a long report.

—-

Dandy was ready to strangle them.

“Hold on hold on we can just check the mirror again!”

“Flipping flapjacks, where the heck is Small-ville?”

Klarion could feel Dandy’s eyes burning into him. Whoops, “Well I at least need to know what state we’re in for me to teleport more accurately… so.”

Danka smiled, “So we ask for directions! We are literally on top of a farm right now - someone has got to be here!”

“Well not like we got any other plans here.”

A short walk, a pie and a conversation later Klarion managed to teleport them to the mansion.

Dandy couldn’t enjoy it for a minute. He stopped dead in his tracks, “Klarion, we forgot the car.”

—- —- —-

Bruce’s neck hurt, did he sleep on the

bat-puter again? No it was too soft. He shifted and opened his eyes… he was on a couch? Oh, OH. That wasn’t suppose to happen, he couldn’t have been that tired. The tv was off, and there was a blanket on top of him.

Vlad was gone and the lights were dimmed.

Great he had made a fool out of himself.

Right, it was time to leave. Right now. He could apologize later but he had to leave.

CRASH!

Bruce jolted into action. The sound came from upstairs.

// He’s so going to get robbed.//

Dick was right, for god sakes the house didn’t even have cameras!

Bruce ran up the stairs.

CRash! ThUd! “Ow damn nmit”

Oh that didn’t sound like a criminal… that sounded like a kid.

Two doors opened, Vlad and a little boy came out of them.

The kid had black hair and blue eyes, “Who the fuck are you?”

“Billy!”

“Whatever old man, next time just let us know before you bring some side piece over.”

Oh good god he was another Jason.

——

Bruce got into his car and went home.

He left felling giddy and guilty, holding Vlad’s number.

Dick knew better to keep secrets from The Batman, so he wasn’t going to lie. He just also wasn’t going to tell him what happened to his face. If Bruce really needed to know what happened tonight he could read the report on it.

—- —- —-

Violet stares at the phone longer than necessary, she’s got one shot at this. Don’t fuck up.

She plucks a number out of her inventory and dials.

Violet has never been close to Bradley, he was quiet and reserved. He insisted that she couldn’t do anything without help, well on the upside if someone thinks you’re useless it’s not like you can disappoint them more than you already do.

“Hey Brad, can you come pick me up… I’m at a pub… yeah again…”

- Brad hung up the phone and abandoned his brothers at the movie theater. His sister had called him, him! Not Dandy or Danka or Klarion! She had called him! And now he he had a little sister to save!

He checked the time on his Lock Screen, a picture of Violet having a stuffed animal tea party, it was his prized possession. His little baby sister was just so adorable and kind. And if anyone in Gotham hurt her there was going to be hell to pay! - literally!

—- —- —-