1(800) Adoption Papers NOT needed! Its a two for one special! ( 1POV Version )

Who are you? Who, who, who, Who?

I start looking through the science section, hoping to find something about the stars, when a sudden pressure finds its way onto my shoulder. I look next to me and see a black and white cat, "Oh, hello there." I took them off my shoulder, their claws digging into me a little bit, and try to hold them. They immediately start to squirm, so I put them on the floor, thinking they would go away, but they started kneading on my leg. I squat down to pet them, " What am I going to do with you," I take notice of their collar, " Alfred?" Making me grin. I take a picture of Alfred, and for who knows how long, I sit in the middle of the library, playing with him.

" Come on, demon brat, breakfast has already started," says an annoyed voice.  I turn away from Alfred and see Jason with his arms crossed, " you know Alfie won't let us eat until everyone gets there." I give Alfred the cat one last pet and make my way to Jason. I don't know why but something about his voice is really irritating. There's something off about it, like it has an extra tone just out of sync. We make eye contact, and I watch his eyes turn realm green. My insides fill with a thin layer of frost as if my ghost sense hiccuped and got trapped inside.  I watch as he backs up by a couple steps, " who are you," he asks, his voice low.

" I'm Danny," I say with an inhuman grin filled with off-looking sharp teeth. There's just something about ghosts that has always troubled me. That being our need to fight. Others think it's weird, and I get it I do, but there's something so telling about a fist to the face. And it seems he was dead just long enough for him to get the urge to do me in too.

Jason's eyes widen a little before he can help it, "  your baby D?"

"In the flesh."

He takes a step forward as if to get a closer look, " Demon brat 2.0? You really expect me to believe that?" he eyes my teeth, " What are you?"

I fake pout, "that's rude, dude. I thought you would get that as one dead guy to another." His face looks like it's been slapped, " so Mr. Zombie wanna try that again?"

" What did you call me?"

" A zombie, but if you want a scientific term, I can call you a Revenant? I didn't know if you have a preference, so ..."

His eyes glow as he takes a swipe at me. I dodge under his arm and kick out his foot, causing him to lose his balance. Before he can go down, he unexpectedly grabs my shirt, causing me to go down with him. He tries to pin my arms down, but I go intangible, and I slide right through. He grits his teeth, "that's cheating!"

" All is fare in love and war," I say, standing over him, the need to punch him in the face greatly diminished, " are you feeling any better?"

He huffs and gets off the floor, " Yeah, and what's with that anyway? I haven't felt like that since Replacement showed up."

" Replacement?"

" Tim, he's the Robin after me."

"I know that. I'm not an idiot, but I didn't expect the name-calling," I grumble, " The aggression, though, is a dead people thing."

We make our way out of the library, " What do you mean? I know the others have had the old ticker stop once or twice before, and I've never seen them act like this."

" It depends on how you got brought back," I fill my eyes with ectoplasm and give him a thorough look over, " If I had to guess, you took a dip in the Lazarus pits?"

He scowls, " I was an unwilling participant."

" That doesn't matter to the pits," I say empathetically. We walk for a minute or two and are silent before I ask, " has the anger been a constant thing, or was it with just me in the room?"

"What's it to you," he says defensively.

" I think... you have toxic ectoplasm in you."

" toxic ecto- what?"

" Ectoplasm. That's what's inside the pits. Over time, it gets contaminated, filled with anger and other strong emotions. It's a miracle really that you are the first Revenant to come from those things," The first we know of. He looks like he wants to say something, but I stop him as I can hear the voices of others, "  if you want, we can talk about it later, and private? I might be able to help with the anger."

He turns to face me, " You can fix the pit rage?"

I shrug, "  fix isn't really the right word for this. Once you die, that's it; you can't go back to the way things once were. But I know we can make you better.  Ectoplasm isn't supposed to hurt you like this. It's not supposed to influence your emotions into something else. It can strengthen them but not twist them." I try to muster up all of my confidence, " Even if we fix you, you'll still be a revenant. There's nothing we can do about that, but will you at least let us try to help?"

" Us?"

I smile, " My people, of course," and walk into the room.

Gramps is the first to spot us, " Good morning  Young Masters Danyal, Jason."

" Good morning–" Im tackle hugged out of nowhere.

" Hi, I'm Dick; it's nice to meet you, " He says, squeezing the life out of me.

" Honestly, Richard," Damien says, shaking his head, " It's not like you haven't met him before."

" But that was over the coms," he says, still squeezing, " that doesn't count."

I mouth help to the room, but it goes unnoticed. Uncomfortable with the affection, I walk intangibly out of his hold and make my way toward the table, causing everyone to go quiet. I make my way toward the coffee maker and turn to Tim, " Where are the mugs at?"

He doesn't say anything, just stares at his coffee and then back to me. I turned to Gramps, and without having to say anything, he passes me a mug, " thank you."