Avoiding Past And Future

(82) Misplaced 15

While the following warnings are included, i didn't feel them extreme enough to require a chapter recap. as per usual, if you feel like it should be included do please let me know

* dehumanization
* racism/spieciecism
* referenced bad self preservation practices

november 6

Danny felt a wave of dizziness wash over him as he found himself in an empty space. There was a singular illuminated spot a bit away from him. Stumbling somewhat clumsily, like his legs weren't his own, he meandered towards the spotlight. It was rather funny, seeing as going towards the light wasn't exactly on his schedule, yet here he was.

Stumbling closer, he was greeted with the ever so grumpy man he was trying to help. "How dare you intrude upon the domain of Lord Nabu?! Have you not ruined enough of your own existence that you must infect my own." Mr. Zatara yelled at him, fists shaking in anger as the little ghost gave up on walking and floated instead.

"Hello, Phantom." Danny sighed, "nice to see you, Phantom. Thank you for fighting for my soul." Switching up his voice, Danny waved himself off. "Oh it's no problem, sir. It's the right thing to do so you may continue existing with the sole reason to curse me out it seems. Fun shit." Danny sniffled, the annoying feeling of blood slowly trickling out his nostril still there even if this version of his body was not injured.

How that was even a sentence he could say he didn't want to ponder.

Mr. Zatara was not amused, hands shaking in anger as he spewed out Italian that Danny's brain hurt too much for to even attempt to figure out. Unfortunately for him, his budding migraine was made exponentially worse as a certain glowing bucket spawned to join in on the filth thrown his way. What a joyous day to have a migraine and have two languages he barely understood hurled his way.

Letting the two men, really were they acting mature enough to be called men, squabble to their hearts desire, Danny let them have at it if only just to get a moment to himself to take in just how dull it was around him. What a miserable existence it would be to be stuck until his final moments in here.

Figuring they'd had their fill after the 4th time of the same string of recognizable sentences repeating, Danny tried to speak. Tried being the keyword as he was drowned out by the two much louder voices. "SHUT YOUR TRAP FOR ONE SECOND!" He yelled out, bouncing on his tippy toes as he strained to project his voice over theirs. "Zatanna is the only friend I have, so curse me all you want but I do not want her to have to lose her father twice within the same decade. So will you just shut up and listen to me!"

Surprisingly, it was quiet enough to hear Mr. Zatara's mouth click shut. Even Nabu found his mute button as Danny blinked up at the pair. "Wow, I can't believe that worked."

"Speak, before I lose my patience." Mr. Zatara grumbled, clearly still annoyed.

Olive branching it is, with some well deserved bird poop on it.

"Sir, with all due respect, which really isn't a lot but Imma give you some grace here." Danny awkwardly pressed his hands together, breathing in deeply and sighing hard as he supported his chin on his thumbs. Mentally repeating to himself to stay calm, he used both sets of fingers to point at the Italian as he tried to get his point across. "Anyway, Zatanna is the closest to a sister I have left so unfortunately for the both of us that means you're family too, sir." He choked down making a joke about Zatanna becoming his actual sister if things with his brother went the way he hoped, but the man didn't need to think about that right now.

Nabu scoffed as Mr. Zatara squinted. "Surely you aren't implying the great Lord Nabu is too inept to keep his host alive." Their voices melted together into a disturbing echo. If this is what he sounded like, he'd file a formal apology to anybody that had to hear him speak like that.