#But dear gods Tim has so many questions that Danny doesn't want to think of the answers to

[phantoms-lair]

Bruce walked in to see Duke holding a sphere of darkness and Danny one of bright green light. It was selfish of him, but he was glad Danny's head had been covered in blood after the accident. He wasn't identical to Tim, but it was close enough that it would have been his son there dying in his arm after being hit with his own car and there likely would have been no coming back from that for Bruce.

Danny immediately banished the orb once he realized Bruce was there, his body language indicated panic.

"Hey B." Duke greeted cheerfully, casually spinning his shadowball. "We were just discussing how much of a fruitloop my sperm donor was."

It was clever, really. Duke was being more casual than he usually was with his powers to show Danny that Bruce really was cool with them, and more to the point, it was safe for him to know. Still, he had to stay in character too, so he merely raised an eyebrow "Fruitloop?"

"Danny came up with the term and man, can you imagine if I called him that to his face?" Duke's grin split his face.

"Indeed." Bruce sat down by the bedside. "How are you feeling, Danny?"

Danny squirmed a bit. "Honestly better than I have in a while."

"That's good." Bruce took a deep breath. "There something I need to talk to you about, if you're up for it."

Danny shifted, clearly uncomfortable. "Sure."

"You didn't have any ID on you, so while you were in the hospital they ran fingerprints and dental records, which turned up nothing. They then ran a DNA test and..."

"Meta-gene. I know." Danny said darkly.

"There was a match." Bruce wished he could think of a kinder way to say this. "Danny...did you know you were adopted?" Danny opened his mouth to argue when several things suddenly clicked into place. Why Jazz was the favorite (even if his parents tried to hide it, they didn't do a great job, but they tried). Why he never could match up academically. Why he was so short when his parents were so tall. "Oh..."

Bruce squeezed his hand. "Danny, I'm so sorry to bring it up. If I could have avoided it I would have but..."

"Where are they?" Danny interrupted. "If you got a match, why weren't they here when I woke up?"

Bruce braced himself. "Jack and Janet both dies some time ago."

"Then why tell me at all?!" Danny burst. "Why tell me I'm adopted and I had other parents when they're gone!"

"Because you have a brother."

And Danny deflated. It was one paradigm shift too many in too short a time. But hey, since when did the universe care what Danny could or couldn't handle. "Older or younger?"

"That depends on your own age. Are you sixteen?"

He'd just turned sixteen a few weeks ago. "Yeeeees?"

"So twins." Duke nodded, as if in confirmation. And Danny just fell back against his pillow. Somehow he felt more overwhelmed by that. "Do I get to meet him?"

"He's here already. And he does want to meet you." Bruce assured him. "We're just waiting till you were ready."

"Tim's great, but he can be a little...intense." Duke further explained. "And we didn't want to overwhelm you." Danny almost said no, that he needed more time to process but a glance at the door showed a single blue eye with a black fringe glancing through. He'd been out for a week. That was a week for this Tim guy to know he had a brother and not be able to see him or talk to him. It felt cruel, somehow, to ask for more time for his nerves when Tim's had to have been on edge for days. "Sure, send him in."

DPxDC fanfic idea: The Back Roads

Bruce was driving around as his civilian self one late afternoon. The sun was barely setting, though one wouldn't be able to tell with all the smot.

He was planning on surprising his children with a spontaneous pizza party and some good family-friendly competition. He was excited.

Maybe it was because he was checking on the pile of pizza in the back, or maybe he was more tired than usual from his long nights as Batman, but whatever the case was he did not see the boy until he hit him.

Bruce swears the boy appears out of nowhere like a ghost. One moment, there was a long road with nothing but trees and his softy playing radio.

Bruce has always loved the long secluded roads that lead to his Manor. It always gave him peace of mind to enjoy a drive without anything or anyone around. Rarely did he ever encounter another driver out here - not since the Drakes moved out.

That's why someone standing in the middle of the road had come so unexpectedly. Bruce hadn't even noticed him until his headlights saw a brief flash of blue eyes just as it was too late.

The boy slammed against his hood, flying into the windshield and sliding off to the side. There was a terrible gagging sound, likely the boy checking on his blood as slid away to the ground.

Bruce slammed his brakes, sitting frozen behind the steering wheel. For a moment, all he could do was sit there in horror, wondering if it was true. Then reality crashes in, and he pushes the car door open, falling out in hysteria.

There on the ground is a boy that could be fourteen crumbled. A boy with dark black hair and - if the wide eye stare before the hit was any indication - blue eyes. He looks a lot like his sons.

Bruce feels sick.

Desperately, he rings up an ambulance, chocking on tears as he tells the dispatcher what happened. Bruce, meanwhile, does his best to check the boy over with his training.

He slowly turns him over, pressing his fingers on the neck as gentle as possible. There is a cold moment before he feels a aodt flutter against hia finger tips.

A heart beat but one that was slowing by the second.

Bruce tells the dispatcher this, who in turns tells him as soothing as possible that help is on the way, but Bruce knows the boy doesn't have enough time.

With shaking fingers, he presses the Bat Distress signal. His children are only ten minutes away in vehicles that can get to the hospital in thirty minutes. The ambulance will arrive in that same amount of time.

"It's going to be okay" He tells the still boy. "You're going to be okay. Please. Please. Be okay"

Nightwing pulls up then in the Batmobile with Robin in the passage seat. Red Robin, Spoiler and Red Hood are not far behind on thier bikes.

They all stop for a few seconds, unsure what to do, before Nightwing shakes himself out of it. "Mr. Wayne we got it from here"

Bruce is only half aware of Damian taking his hand and moving him away as Tim and Dick get the boy into the Batmobile. They speed away to the hospital.

What a terrible night for Alfred to be out.

Later, the cops speak to Bruce and use the dash cam to confirm that the boy really did appear out of nowhere. He's a meta, they say. Likely one that just got his powers.

Teleportation. Or Invisibility.

They weren't sure, but they would figure it out. They told Bruce he was free to go, and there was no need for Bruce Wayne to know further of the case.

Batman, however, was back there that night. He was outraged to find out the boy had been flagged for his meta genes, and some nurse low on cash knew there was a market for meta children.

She was attempting to move the unconscious youth through false discharge papers when Bruce landed on the hood of the car of her associates. They were quickly dealt with, turned over to the police-the good ones- and Batman had made arrangements for the boy to be taken in by Bruce Wayne himself until he awoke.

While that was happening, the attempts to locate the youth's family yielded results. He wasn't in the system himself, but he did match to a brother that was.

A week later, Danny Fenton opens his eyes from the best nap he's had in years, only to find out he was run over while in a ghost version of hibernation and in a different world.

Oh, and apparently, he is being confused as a twin brother of some guy named Tim Drake.