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Danny has an Ice Core.
He isn’t aware of it, but this does, in fact, greatly influence how his ghost form looks as he grows up.
His appearance starts getting more rugged, eyes a paler, more piercing green, hair a bit more uncontrollable and wild.
He packs muscle easily, even in human form.
When in ghost form, he has an aura of something patient and dangerous, and that sense only grows the older he gets.
Basically, our boy starts to look like a viking.
No matter how goofy and bumbling he really is, his first impression is always a horrifying moment for whoever is meeting him.
And as his ghost form grows with his human form, he outgrows his hazmat outfit. Frostbite and the Far Frozen fashion him some new clothes-which only compliment and play off of the viking aesthetic he’s got going on.
And with the height he inherited from his father?
Our man is a very, very intimidating figure to look at. More so than Dan; because while Dan was dangerous and scary, he was all energy and lightning and rage.
Adult Danny comes across as lethal and terrifying, all ice and persistence and that final, terrible silence before you realize you’ve already died.
Dan felt like the warrior in front of you. Danny feels like the wilderness in winter, vast and unforgiving.
Anyways, when a summoning for Klarion goes horribly wrong and Danny gets called instead, the Justice League has a moment where they’re convinced they’ve summoned something much, much worse than Klarion.
And Danny, standing there completely confused, is not helping by remaining silent and still while staring John Constantine in the eye.
Good news, the bad guys are also very concerned about the weird ghost viking and are actually moving to stand side by side with the Justice League on this.
Bad news, who the fuck is this guy?
“…Fuck,” is all Constantine whispers, backing away slowly.
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I FOUND THE BITCH
I FOUND THE HALF REMEMBERED ART THAT PLANTED THE SEED FOR THIS
I WAS SO EXCITED I FORGOT I COULD HYPERLINK
I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I had to write how Danny comes off as to others. Playlist I actually listened to while describing him forgive me i went too far and what Danny’s actual personality is
The summoning ritual was finished, and John braced himself for Klarion’s imminent arrival. Bruce could only hope that what the mage had to offer would be considered valuable enough for the chaos demon’s assistance.
But something was off.
Instead of the burst of hot air that so often heralded Klarion’s arrival, there was a silent rush of cold.
And someone much more intimidating stepped through.
The man’s hair was white, his eyes were a pale, glowing, piercing green, and his skin was as pale as the snow that had started to fall. Taller than Superman, quieter than Batman.
He wore a furred mantle that bore no resemblance to any animal Bruce knew of. His hair was braided out of his face, his armor bore shimmering Ancient Nordic designs that were so old, Bruce couldn’t find a single rune he knew.
Hovering above the man’s head was a crown of solid, glittering ice. It sloped and spiked, and every movement shook snow from it’s small peaks. Above that, hovering between reality and a dream, a miniature Aurora Borealis flickered in and out of view.
The crown was less a crown and more a small group of mountains, plucked from Norway and shrunk into something befitting the being in front of them.
Looking upon him forced Bruce to confront his own mortality, because this entity was dripping with lethality. Not the type he was used to, not the kind that could be met with the cold steel of a blade or the sudden, numbing hot-cold pain of a bullet.
The kind of mortality that he feared.
The quiet death in the wilds; alone, hungry, and scared.
Staring at the being that had been summoned, Bruce was struck with the feeling that he was watching a wolf as it observed him. Patient. Cold.
Knowing that no matter what it did, it was going to get a free meal if it only took a day or two to wait.
Bruce was broken from that silent, obtrusive knowledge when the entity looked away from him, eyes searching the battlefield.
Then the being took a silent step forward, ice tendrils branching out from where he stepped, his eyes having entirely fixated on the Mage that had summoned him.
The cultists that had been working for Nergal slowly turned and started standing in line with the Justice League, prepared to defend against…this.
Whatever this was.
Constantine backed away slowly, swearing under his breath and shaking.
The entity looked towards the cultists, letting out a small, disdainful hum.
As one, the cultists bolted, leaving behind their tools and sacrifices to summon their false god.
The Justice League, far too preoccupied with whatever was in front of them, couldn’t do much to stop them.
The being took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, causing a gust of wind cold enough to make Bruce’s skin sting.
“Well, this is awkward,” the being sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Uh…did you guys need me for something? I was kind of in the middle of hiding from the Observants.”
Bruce’s brain paused. Rewound.
Restarted.
Assessed.
Oh God this was another Clark; frightening stature, polite, down to earth nature.
“I’m sorry, hiding from the who?” Bruce heart himself ask faintly, as he forced his body to understand that he wasn’t in any present danger from the…person in front of him. The man turned his attention from the wheezing magician and back on Bruce.
“Kinda like a council, super annoying, keep trying to make me do paperwork.”
“I…see. We were actually trying to reach Klarion, is he unavailable?”
The man sucked in air through his teeth and rested his hands on his hips, scuffing one of his shoes on the ground.
“Oof, yeah; Klarions a little bit in Time Prison right now. Genuinely didn’t think anyone wanted to willingly deal with him, or I woulda sent you guys like, a note or something. Want me to just do what you were gonna have him do?”
Constantine stared at Bruce with wide, terrified eyes and shook his head.
Bruce considered it.
“What price would you have? We wanted the cultists captured and their artifacts broken.”
Constantine graduated to desperately crossing his arms in an “X”. Superman was looking at Bruce like he was insane. Bruce ignored them.
“Uh…my little sister is actually a huge Static Shock fan. Any chance of an autograph?”
“I can arrange that.”
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Turns out I wasn’t done introducing the disaster siblings adult appearances. I fully stan KingCon, Danny/Constantine, but if Danny is old enough for Constantine then Dani is old enough for Grayson don’t hate me because I’m right hear me out-
Dick struggled.
He struggled because if he did not, then he would watch Tim die, and he absolutely refused to do that.
The cultists had his little brother tied up, and the one with the big fuckall knife was chanting while his stupid little helpers were painting runes on Tim’s unconscious body.
The chanter finished-
-Dick finally tore free from his restraints-
-The knife started coming down-
-Tim was unceremoniously shoved off of the altar and out of the spells range-
-And a knife buried itself into Dick’s shoulder.
He screamed.
Getting stabbed would always hurt, but being stabbed with a magically enhanced blade was an experience he never wanted to repeat.
There was a pull of something, a hot metallic feeling flooding his veins as the magic tried to work with what it had.
Tried to summon…something.
So Dick mentally tried to derail it.
It was his blood being offered, so he ideally would get at least a little sway.
’I want to get out of here. I want someone who will help me get away from here, please, we have to run away-’
The runes carved into the concrete below him lit up.
The air changed; from stagnant and the smell of trash to breezy and carrying the balmy scent of the sea.
A woman stepped out of the air.
Her clothing draped across her, exotic silks and otherworldly colors. Metal glittered on her fingers and her neck, although Dick could not tell what type it was. She decorated herself in a mix of fashions he both knew and had never seen before; although he could swear her earrings were Kryptonian in origin.
Her hair was wild even as it was tied into a ponytail and out of her face, whipping in a wind much stronger than the light breeze that tickled Dick’s skin.
Tattoos that shifted and changed seemed to literally dance across her skin, Verdant Green eyes scanned the room before settling on Dick, and calloused hands tugged the Falchion Swords on her hips.
Those, too, were made of a metal that Dick could not identify.
It kept shifting colors-from steel grey to shiny gold to something in between that his mortal eyes just couldn’t seem to comprehend.
She stepped forward, and the movement made only the jewelry she wore jingle.
The step itself made no sound.
Neither did any of the steps that followed, as she drew her weapons and seemed to dance through the ranks of the cultists. Her movements, while elaborate and showy, did not waste any time.
And while Dick was fully aware that he should have been stopping the bleeding from his shoulder, he couldn’t help but be enthralled by her fighting.
It was like a performance that was meant for his eyes only, and he refused to look away.
To be fair, though, that could have been the bloodloss talking.
Then she was kneeling in front of him, a cocky smirk on her face and a first-aid kit in her hand.
“Sorry it couldn’t be taken care of sooner, but my powers are acting up today,” she said, and Dick could suddenly understood completely why sailors threw themselves off of their ships for sirens.
It wasn’t so much the melodic quality as it was the undertone of adventure, an unspoken promise to go places no one had ever seen and see things no one was meant to.
Dick forced himself to the present.
“S'fine,” he slurred, leaning forward so the summoned spirit could treat his wound, and found himself watching her arm tattoo tell a story he couldn’t recognize.
The characters looked Martian, though.
She laughed at him, and Dick couldn’t bring himself to mind.
He’d have to remember to ask Constantine who she was, he thought as the world blurred around him.
He’d forgotten to ask her for her name.
