Clark being annoying in the Marvel universe after getting accidentally transported there: well MY billionaire vigilante would never do this—
Angel of War, angular and strange, gleaming silver and gold,
Angel of Wonder, pure and one-eyed, looking to stars new and old,
Angel of Harvest, simple and hidden, bring nature's sweetness to all,
Angel of Health, mysterious and fine, beacon when life starts to fall,
Angel of the Deep, crooked and cage-like, guide us across the sea,
Angel of Solace, protect us from evil, lead us to where we are free.
(image description:) a phrase - angels of - followed by bright-on-black drawings of helmet-covered faces of: a knight captioned as war, an astronaut captioned as wonder, a medieval beekeeper captioned as harvest, a plague doctor captioned as health, an old-fashined diver captioned as the deep, a gasmasked person captioned as solace (/end description)
a quick fanart to the concept; do you think a motorcyclist and a person in a surgical mask and cap may join these ranks?
Jason’s masseur deserves a fucking pay raise.
He has no idea how the fuck the dude gives back massages that quiet the goddam pit but you bet your ass Jason is recommending Danny to anyone who looks like they need a massage.
*clears throat*
Danny is not even a licensed masseuse
He was just out and about in Gotham one day, spied a pit-boy, and the best excuse he could think of was “hey lemme give you a back rub”
Just on a park bench, and boy it took a lot to coax the guy over in the first place, but he melted like a contented cat when Danny got to work
And then asked if he could see Danny again and like, book an appointment
And Danny, fucking idiot, said “yeah sure”, went home, googled how much a massage should cost, having given a massive stranger his cellphone number
But Jason kept asking why Danny didn’t have like, an office for this whole thing
And Danny, still knowing fuck all about actual massage but what he’s picked up online and what felt good when Sam and Tucker were working the tension outta him after a fight, doesn’t wanna just say “well I’m just a guy”
Jason’s got LOADS of nasty ecto problems, and Danny can’t fix that all at once
Hell, weekly sessions barely do more than keep it in check. Extra $100 for an hour long session isn’t bad though, and he’s got a flat couch
And then. One day. There’s a proper massage bed at his door. Like, expensive, padded, nice massage bed with a face hole and everything
(Danny works out it’s a face hole solely from diagrams and is very relieved)
sooooo, now Danny has an under the table massage business
And Jason, sweet guy, must have fucking REFERRED HIM TO A CRIME LORD because now a bunch more people have called him and they’re all billing someone called Red Hood and yeah Danny’s making like, a grand a month just on that and they all have some ecto taint
(probably from working with Jason, who probably also works for this crime lord, and Danny’s now really wondering who tf Red Hood is and what the fuck he’s doing to his people
might have to go kick his ass about it)
But uh… well, Danny’s good with his hands, Sam’s sent him some online courses, and he’s learned a lot from videos
It’s just fucking typical that now that he’s on a crime lord’s payroll a goddamn vigilante with the most visibly knotted muscles Danny’s ever seen has rolled up to his door and gasped that they heard he’s good at relieving tension
Danny bites down his usual joke about “well the hole’s for your face” (he never knew so why should they) and just…. Does his best









































