Meh, could be worse
Head fuzzy, feeling cold dried ecto on his body. Danny blinks slowly as he stares up at the ceiling as he waked up. After a few moments, he realises that there was a hand slightly caressing his scalp in the best way and hes the most comftable he's felt in weeks. His eyes flutter up the arm and spots a person connected to it. The boy had fluffy brunette hair that looked matted with dirt and grime. The hoodie obviously had a science on it and looked well worn - the hand cooling and seemingly slowling down. Peters body temperature was to cold for any person to withstand (probably because of Danny own freezing body contaminating the boy).
Slowly his chest rises and falls, again too slow and the breathes far between, peter was obviously asleep. If he didn't know any better, he would have thought this was a ghost without the green, thankfully he did know better. Hesitantly sitting up, shufflering away as he does, his head no longer resting on peters lap. This causing Peters hand to fall back onto the boys lap unmoving. He feels his fishingline tug on his skin as he moves up and a wrapping around his torso being a very soft in texture further more still causing friction when moving- this makes him so iche. He had layed under a make shift bed out of old rags, probably made by the boy. Peter using himself as Danny's pillow and had oblivious fallen asleep while petting his hair. He swear he had been having a nightmare, maybe this was the males way of soothing the nightmares as he randomly went blank instead of the memories tormenting his mind even if he wasn't in the waking world
The room itself isn't so bad but definitely abandoned, so the boy medically helped him and brought him to his home but they're no belongings. Only Danny's bag that from as far as he can see had not even been opened, the only thing that didn't have a layer of dust on was a small pile of rubbish from freshly opened protein bars that was a few meters away from them both.
Danny looks back at the boy and gently grabs him wrist and puts his pointer finger on a vein. Shit there's no pulse...
*bump*
*bump*
*bump*
Few, there is, a far few to many seconds between but still there. Slow and temperature dropping constantly, it's freezing to the point where the boys breath is foggy, not enough to killing the boy tho. He quickly grabs the rags and wrapped it around him to cocoon the heat in. Then letting the blinding rings fall over him for the first time since he's been locked to the table.
Taking off his own plain black hoodie and civering over the blankets, hoping that this will keep him warm as possible. The boy did look a little stupid wearing the hoodie over the layers, eh, rather him alive then dead. Maybe a dead friend is what he need? No, he won't kill this guy just for a friend that will understand his existence.
He decided to rummage through his bag and find his block of ancient technology (a phone that has cracks on the screen and scratches on every surface, the phone had seen better days was a huge understatement). Turning it on and finding hundreds of notifications of his friends- sighing slightly, he sends a quick message saying he's fine and has found a place to say. Strangely it didn't send back and the notifications had stopped about the time he had gone through his own bloody portal.
Fed up with this confusing mess of his life, he goes up to one of the boarded up windows, intangible flowng through him, sticking his head through it. The city looked like shit to say, the sun rising( what he thought was the sun due to the fog strangling the sky of any beauty) screams of men shouting for no reason but to shout. He saw alleyways, a obvious place for the homeless just returning having left for the night for some reason.
Looking further into the city, he could see a few figures jumping across rooftops, foots silent, covering as much distance as possible. Yet stopping every time and checking all crevices. Almost like they are trying to find something or someone) well shit, he can hope that it isn't GIW or he's actually killing himself for real this time.
He bobs head back into the building before he could be seen and scans across to the boy again, Peter's skin claiming its once warmth again and his cheeks flushed red. The boy still shivering from the cold, his breathes quickening and hopefully also his heartbeats.
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Dick stumbles into the batcave, stopping report to tim whose fully embraced into case. 'Tim' spoken calm but demanding of the attention. Tim spins on the chair to look at Nightwing. 'Can you pull up all the footage from cameras, scowls, anything'. His eyes slightly drifting towards batman and Robin who are putting their gear back. Eyes narrowing slightly toward Dick but nodding slightly, so Bruce won't find out yet, he knows that meta are petrified of batman. However if he thinks these boys are in danger, the bat will have to come say hi.
Jason walking in, perfect timing. His helmet off and on his hip. His inner (well wouldn't say inner, more like everyday) treatre kid causes him to be most dramatic possible. 'Fucking arseholes keep punching my face!' (This is inspired from The Panda Reddd on tiktok). 'You have a very punchable face, plus if you keep taking your mask if to be 'intimating' at least except you'll be punched in the face' Dick joking around, jason just lets out an exaggerated sigh/groan.
'It is intimating!' Jason shouting again before throwing his hands up in the air.
Dick chuckles before jumping back in the right direction 'jason there's 2 teenagers, high probability that they are metas, hiding away close or in crime alley, if you spot them, keep an eye out alright? I'm worried about them'. Now getting the zombies attention, jason just looks towards dick with a inventive gaze. 'What do they look like?' ... 'dickface, what do the kids look like" voice completely blank and looking at him with an unimpressed expression. 'Well about that... ones bright green and unconscious and the other had a red and blue suit with a spider symbol on his chest?' He says rubbing at the back oh his neck. 'Ofcourse dick, ill just go and find some kids, one with no description at all and the others defining characterist is that he's green!' Obviously fed up and now with new information, he just drops of his helmet at his desk and goes to take his suit off leaving dick and tim near the bat computer. 'Well, he took that better then I thought. When do you think it'll set in that the kid might be a vigilante or villian?' He says turning to see the younger typing his life away on the keyboard. 'I say 20 minutes when the pit rage passes' casually spitting out like facts. 'Probably'. Conversations over as tim does what ever he's doing and dick writing his report on his phone to send over later.