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Then there was the Fentons. They were ghost hunters and had been long before the ghost attacks on Amity Park even began. Tim wondered if they had any relation to his new nephew.
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This was not how Jason was expecting his night to go. He was gonna go out as Red Hood, sticking close to his house, he wasn’t being a helicopter parent, he just wanted to stay close by his the kid.
And then Danny had called him and told him that his idiot brothers were in his apartment, Dick and… he didn’t actually know who the other one was. One of them. They were all annoying either way.
So Jason shoved his mask and bloody clothes in a duffel bag and started walking up the stairs of his apartment building, tired and ticked off.
Jason pushed open his door, not sure what he was expecting to see but definitely not whatever this was.
Danny was perched on the counter across from the couch intently staring at Jason’s brothers.
Dick tried to keep his eyes on Danny as well, but he kept on getting distracted by Tim who was performing first-aid on his severely damaged face.
They all turned their heads towards Jason as he entered the room, Danny giving him a cheery wave while his brothers both nodded at him, acknowledging his presence before returning to their half finished patch up job.
“What happened to you?” Jason asked Dick. It wasn’t every day someone managed to get the drop on his eldest brother, and he looked pretty shitty.
Dick blushed and averted his eyes from Jason while Tim snickered.
“Danny beat him up with a thermos.” Tim grinned wider as Dick pouted.
Jason turned to Danny, who shrugged at him.
“They came in through the window at midnight. Don’t act like a robber if you don’t want to be treated like one.” Danny said as Jason tried to tamp down his grin.
“Next time there’s a robber, call me instead.” Jason says. As much as he wished he saw Danny wailing on his eldest brother with a thermos, he didn’t want to think about what would’ve happened if it had been a real robber.
He then observed Dick again. His right eye was swelling up, his nose bleeding and his lip split. His body was painted with angry red welts that would probably turn out to be interesting looking bruises. Jason felt a swell of pride in his heart at the damage the kid had done.
“But really? A thermos? Why that?” Jason asked the kid. The weapon choice was funny as hell, but it didn’t really make a lot of sense. Did Jason even own a thermos?
“I always keep a thermos on me.” Danny said, which Jason thought was weird, but he’d seen people with weirder habits. “It’s basically my go-to at this point.”
“Why would you pick a thermos as your go-to weapon?” Confusion was laced in Dick’s voice.
“Ghost terrorists.” Danny answered, which only raised more questions.
There was a beat of silence before Tim spoke up, his voice tentative.
“Where are you from again?” He asked, obviously as confused as the rest of them.
“Amity Park, Illinois.” Danny responded without missing a beat.
“So why did you guys decide it was a good idea to break into my apartment?” Jason questioned the men on his couch, trying to change the subject.
Despite the question being meant to divert from whatever Danny had been talking about, Jason figured it was a pretty valid question.
His brothers avoided him when they could, and most conversations were stiff and awkward when they happened. Them showing up in his apartment was a bit unprecedented, and he really hoped he wasn’t going to be dragged into another family emergency.
“Damian told us you were following B’s example and picking kids up off the street. We wanted to check it out.” Dick responded, glancing at Danny. “Glad to know he’s got the same temperament you did.” Dick grinned before wincing, hand going up to cradle his hurt lip.
“Same temperament?” Danny asked, looking intrigued.
“Please shut up Dick.” Jason said. He didn’t want to be a bad example for impressionable young children.
“Please don’t shut up Dick.” Impressionable young children obviously didn’t appreciate Jason’s efforts to keep them uncorrupted. Or, considering Danny, less corrupted.
“Jason first met B trying to steal the wheels off his car. When B caught him, Jason attacked him with a tire iron.” Danny looked overjoyed with this new information.
“So what was Jason like as-“ Danny started off, obviously interested in what Jason’s past was like.
“Well you’ve seen I have a kid now.” Jason interrupted Danny. He definitely did not want the kid to be privy to all the secrets of his childhood. “And it’s midnight so I’m putting the kid to bed.” He walked over to the couch, pulling his brothers into standing positions before steering them towards the door. He opened the door and shoved his brothers outside despite their protests.
“Don’t break into my house anymore bye!” Jason slammed the door on his brothers faces, immediately turning the lock and walking away.
“So… a tire iron, huh?” A shit eating grin had made a home on Danny’s face.
God Jason hated his brothers.
Tim Drake had come to a conclusion.
Tim didn’t really mean to pry into his new nephews life. (That’s a lie he totally did.)
But he figured he’d at least look him up. Their family wasn’t exactly the most normal, so he just wanted to double check the kids origins because he knew Jason wouldn’t. (His brother respected privacy. It was admirable, at least until it bit you in the ass.)
So he searched up Amity Park, finding it a bit funny when the claim of “worlds most haunted town” was the first thing to come up.
And then he checked the news.
And it stopped being funny.
Ghost terrorists, property damages, kidnappings, robberies, inter-dimensional travel (how had no one noticed that?), mind-control, sentient plants, an evil ghost-therapist(?), and so much more.
There were newscasts and videos and photos of the evil ghosts and spirits that terrorized the small town.
Tim now understood what Danny had mean when he said ghost terrorists.
Tim then froze with realization. Danny had grown up around this stuff. He wondered just how many ghost attacks Danny had been caught up in, just how many times his nephews life was put in danger, how many times he nearly joined the undead that haunted their town
The only excuse Tim had for never hearing of this before was that the ghosts never left Amity Park.
There were three separate groups dedicated to stopping the ghosts and containing them, and they were pretty damn good at their jobs.
There was Red Huntress, a vigilante a lot like the bats, only fighting ghosts instead of criminals. (Tim wondered if putting “red” before a noun was a vigilante thing. Red Huntress, Red Hood, Red Robin…)
Then there was the Fentons. They were ghost hunters and had been long before the ghost attacks on Amity Park even began. Tim wondered if they had any relation to his new nephew.
The final Ghost Hunter was definitely the most interesting. Phantom, the most popular, and a ghost himself. He had showed up when the ghosts started attacking, fighting them and protecting the humans around him.
The town seemed to be torn on their opinion of their ghostly defender. He had been shown doing good and saving people, but at the same he didn’t exactly have a spotless record. Robbery and harassment of the mayor were the two biggest marks against him, and Tim couldn’t help but feel he was a major wild card.
His sightings were strong in the first year, but they slowly began tapering off as time went on.
Still, it was a pleasant reassurance to know that not all ghosts had world domination on their minds.
Tim wasn’t really expecting much to come up when he searched up Danny’s name, and he clicked on the first link that popped up while taking a sip of his coffee.
When he looked up at his screen again, he froze, the cup slipping from his hand and crashing against the floor.
Why the fuck did Danny have an obituary?
Notes:
Now we’re getting into Danny’s mysterious past! I kinda wanted to make the chapter longer, but at the same time, cliffhanger!
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Reviews for "Wizards and Warlocks: Masters of the Throme of Magical Arcana"
1. Emily - 2/5: Throme of Magical Arcana was a disappointing read for me. The storyline felt scattered and lacking in substance. The characters lacked depth and development, making it difficult to connect with them. Additionally, the world-building was weak and didn't bring the magical element to life as I had hoped. Overall, the book failed to capture my attention and left me feeling unsatisfied as a reader.
2. Andrew - 1/5: I found Throme of Magical Arcana to be poorly written and unengaging. The prose was clunky and awkward, making it difficult to follow the story. The plot itself was convoluted and filled with clichés. The author didn't take risks or introduce any fresh ideas, resulting in a story that felt stale and unoriginal. I wouldn't recommend this book to anyone looking for a captivating fantasy read.
3. Sarah - 2/5: Throme of Magical Arcana had potential, but it fell short for me. The pacing was slow, and there were too many unnecessary subplots that distracted from the main storyline. The dialogue felt forced and unnatural, making it difficult to believe in the characters' interactions. Additionally, the resolution at the end felt rushed and lacking in satisfaction. I was left wanting more development and a stronger conclusion.
4. Michael - 3/5: While Throme of Magical Arcana had some interesting ideas, it didn't quite deliver for me. The writing style was decent, but the pacing felt uneven. Some parts were overly descriptive, while others lacked detail. The magical elements introduced were intriguing, but they were overshadowed by an underdeveloped plot and lackluster character arcs. Overall, it was an average read that didn't quite reach its full potential.
5. Jessica - 2/5: Throme of Magical Arcana was a letdown for me. The main character was difficult to connect with, as their motivations and actions often felt unclear. The world-building was superficial, with little depth or explanation. The plot felt predictable and lacked surprises. I hoped for a more engaging and immersive experience, but unfortunately, I was left disappointed.