#He’s also busy planning ~~myurder!!~~
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starry-songs-canvas · 11 months ago
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Of Course Not(tm)
Kind of continued from this post I made a bit ago.
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The bats are on a manhunt looking for whoever took their youngest. (Damian would not just enter an unmarked vehicle)
Nightwing, Red hood, Signal, Batgirl and Orphan all taking the streets while Batman, Red Robin and Oracle all look over the last known footage of Damian, walking stiffly with glowing red eyes. (Obvious mind-control, but why couldn’t he break out of it?)
“Uh, Batman?”
Suddenly, they get a FaceTime call invite on the Bat computer. (Batman has Bat-call, not FaceTime?!?)
“Answer, I’ll trace it.” Oracle says tersely. Red Robin hesitantly pushes the accept button.
“Ancients, you sure took your sweet time with that.” A blue-eyed clone of Damian snarks out the minute they enter the call.
“Where is Damian?” Batman growls out.
“He’s… fine. Well, fine as he can be at the moment.” The clone says, then mutters something under his breath.
“Anyways, could you come and get him? I’d drop him off, but I’m kind of busy at the moment.” He says as he’s furiously typing away at the computer.
“The signals heavily encrypted, I can’t get a read past somewhere in Illinois.” Oracle reports.
“What is the League planning.” Batman demands.
That makes the clone pause. “The League isn’t involved.”
“Then who else cloned him?” Red Robin asks.
The clone now stops what he’s doing and frowns at the camera. “Clone? No, I’m his brother.” Not seeing the reaction he wanted. “Danny? His twin? Other half of the demon twins?”
Watching their growing confused reactions he puts his head in his hands and groans.
“He didn’t mention me at all, did he? Of course not.”
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zhelin-thames · 23 days ago
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How it all started
Masterpost
The Gotham City Gala was in full swing, a glittering affair where Gotham’s elite rubbed shoulders and made idle conversation under the watchful eyes of the Bat-family. Bruce Wayne was, as usual, playing his role of charming billionaire, while his children spread out across the venue to keep an eye on the crowd.
Damian Wayne, now fifteen, stood near a table of refreshments, his arms crossed as he scanned the room. He hated these events, but his father insisted it was part of his training to learn how to navigate social and political circles.
Jason, standing beside him, nudged his shoulder. “Lighten up, Demon Spawn. Try smiling for once.”
Damian scowled. “I see no reason to.”
Before Jason could retort, Bruce approached, his expression carefully neutral. “Heads up. Vlad Masters just arrived.”
“Who’s that?” Tim asked, joining the group.
“Billionaire from Wisconsin,” Bruce replied. “Big on alternative energy and... other ventures. He’s brought his heir with him tonight.”
“Great,” Jason muttered. “Another spoiled rich kid.”
Bruce shot him a warning look but didn’t respond. Instead, the group turned their attention to the entrance as Vlad Masters entered the room, his presence commanding. Beside him stood a boy about Damian’s age, with raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes.
Damian’s breath caught in his throat.
The boy looked exactly like him.
As Vlad and his ward approached, Bruce stepped forward to greet them. “Vlad Masters. Welcome to Gotham.”
“Bruce Wayne,” Vlad said smoothly, shaking his hand. “It’s an honor. Allow me to introduce my heir, Daniel Fenton.”
Danny offered a polite smile, but his eyes flicked toward the group of teens behind Bruce. His gaze landed on Damian, and he froze.
“Damian?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Damian’s heart pounded. There was only one name that surfaced in his mind as he stared at the boy before him.
“Danyal,” he murmured, his voice trembling.
The room seemed to fade around them as they stared at each other.
“Akhi...” Danny whispered, the term slipping out instinctively.
Damian took a shaky step forward, his usually composed demeanor cracking. “You’re alive.”
The rest of the Bat-family exchanged confused glances, but neither Danny nor Damian noticed.
“I thought you were dead,” Damian said, his voice unsteady. “They told me you died. That I failed to protect you.”
Danny shook his head, his eyes glistening. “I thought the same about you. When they took me... I thought I’d never see you again.”
“Wait a second,” Jason cut in, looking between them. “What’s going on here? Demon Spawn, you know this kid?”
Damian shot him a glare. “This is my brother. My twin. Danyal Al Ghul.”
Tim’s jaw dropped. “What?! You have a twin?”
Danny flinched slightly at the name. “Not anymore,” he said quietly. “I don’t use that name. I’m Danny Fenton now.”
Bruce stepped forward, his voice low. “Masters, what is the meaning of this?”
Vlad, who had been watching the reunion with an expression of mild amusement, smiled thinly. “Ah, yes. I suspected this might happen. You see, young Daniel was abandoned as a child. I took him in and raised him as my own.”
“Abandoned?” Bruce asked, his tone icy.
“Yes,” Vlad said smoothly. “I found him injured, near death. He had no memory of his past, so I gave him a new life.”
“That’s a lie,” Damian spat, his fists clenching. “He was taken. Stolen.”
Danny placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder, his touch calming. “I don’t remember much from back then. Just bits and pieces. But I remember you, Akhi.”
Damian’s eyes softened. “I never stopped thinking about you.”
The reunion left the Bat-family reeling. Later, back at the Manor, Damian and Danny sat together, talking quietly. Danny explained how he’d grown up as “Daniel Fenton,” raised by Vlad but always feeling like something was missing.
“I always felt out of place,” Danny admitted. “Like I didn’t belong. But now I understand why.”
“You belong here,” Damian said firmly. “With me. With us.”
Danny hesitated. “I don’t know, Damian. Vlad’s the only father I’ve ever known. And... there’s something I need to tell you.” (danny did get adopted by the fantons. The reason hes with vlad is because Jack and Maddie died b/c the nasty burger exploded with them inside. Jazz is alive tho and she went to collage)
Damian frowned. “What is it?”
Danny hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I’m not entirely... human anymore.”
Damian blinked. “What do you mean?”
“I had an accident,” Danny said quietly. “It changed me. I’m... part ghost.”
When Danny demonstrated his ghost powers, the reactions were mixed.
Jason whistled. “Okay, that’s badass.”
Tim leaned closer, fascinated. “How does it work? Do you have full intangibility? Flight? Invisibility?”
“Mostly,” Danny said, looking sheepish.
Bruce, meanwhile, studied him with a calculating gaze. “We’ll need to run some tests.”
“Bruce,” Diana’s voice cut in as she entered the room. She had just returned from Themyscira. “Let the boy breathe.”
Danny froze, staring at her. “Wait... Wonder Woman?”
Diana smiled gently. “Yes. And you must be Damian’s twin.” She stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re family now, Danny. Welcome home.”
Danny’s eyes glistened, and he nodded. “Thanks.”
As Danny settled into life with the Waynes, he found himself adjusting to a world that was equal parts chaotic and comforting.
Damian, for his part, was fiercely protective of his twin, vowing never to let him out of his sight again.
Danny smiled as he watched his brother argue with Jason over training methods. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he truly belonged.
And though the shadows of their pasts still lingered, they faced the future together—two brothers, reunited against all odds.
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