#Itf Danny had a nickle for everytime he been clone he had two nickles which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happen twice

[tiredwriter2003]

They had dealt with the villain group six times in the past three weeks. Six times. They kept escaping and gathering more and more information on the heroes and their wekanesses whilst they were at it. They had managed to get hold of kryptonite the first escape attempt. Then they figured out how to catch the flash. They realised distracting Green Lantern made it easier to take his ring and that Martian Manhunter was weak to fire. They froze plastic man and managed to knock out Black Canary before she could scream. By the sixth escape they had managed to find out about weaknesses for almost all of them. The only advantage they had was Batman. He had long since figured out all of these weaknesses and had countermeasures for if they were used against them. The worst part was the fact they still didn't know their goals, other than rampant destruction. However this time they seemed to be targeting the big bat but none of them knew what this ritual they were performing was supposed to do.

What they didn't know was that one of the Villians had enhanced hearing. He heard about Batmans missing son, one biologically related to him he had not been able to meet. Heard the attachment and grief in his voice as he spoke of him. If he didn't know better he would have thought the Gothamite had been talking about a dead relative but there was no way someone as competent as Batman would let anyone kill one of his kids. This gave them the perfect plan. Everyone knew how protective Batman was of his flock. Even Red Hood, crime lord extrordanaire, was under his protection simply for the fact he considered him one of his. The other members of his family were much to well trained, well defended, for them to be able to use them as a hostage. This one however, was free game.

He had never met them, meaning he hadn't set up protections for them let alone trained them. He was blood related to the child, meaning his blood could be used as a conduit to bring him to the circle. It would be better if they had the mothers blood to work with as well but they could still go through with the ritual with just the fathers. Luckily enough one of their compatriots had managed to slice the bat in their last confrontation and had stored the bloody blade. It had been simple to gather the rest of the materials and draw out the ritual circle, then lure the heroes to the location. Now they simply had to keep them distracted until they had called the missing child and blackmail Batman. Not a simple task but definitely possible.

The circle began to glow as the chanting grew in volume. When the ritual circle changed colours the leader knew it was successful and began to taunt Batman.

"So what will you do now oh great Batman. The son you never got to meet is being summoned. Will you allow Danyal's first impression to be of you failing him. Of you sacrificing him to bring us in once again. Or will you comply. Will you let us go ahead with our plans and keep him safe or will you fight us and our compatriots kill him. The ritual has succeeded. He will be here soon, depending on the distance. It cannot be stopped now. The circle has latched on to his essence and is bringing him to us. Your blood and his bound name is plenty to call him. You should really be more careful what you talk about in the presence of others, who knows who'll use them against you. So much for being always prepared. Make your choice Batman, who knows how long it will be unti-" His monologue was cut off by Robin sneaking behind him and knocking him out. His actions seemed to be a signal, as all the other bats seemingly melted out of the shadows and targeted the other villains. Within moments they were all on the ground, ready to be taken back for containment once again, hopefully for good this time.

"B, you okay?" Nightwing walked towards his father figure, avoiding the blue glowing circle as he did.

"They said they were summoning Danyal. The ritual succeeded. How can they summon a dead child?"Batman looked towards his eldest with grief on his face.

"Simple mate, he ain't dead." The voice of John Constantine echoed through the area. Once it became clear the ritual was of mystical persuasion the flash left to retrieve the magical members to counter it. "This particular ritual only works on those who are alive in some sense, wrong symbols for it to be necromatic, meaning your kid's alive somewhere."

"He died Constantine. He was dumped into the pits in an attempt to revive him and it failed. They resorted to making another heir after their failure. He's dead." Batmans voice was cold. He didn't want the false hope, he'd already lost Danyal once before he even knew him. Losing him again would kill him.

"The ritual succeeded Bats. It's blue. It found his lifeforce. The dead don't have lifeforce. Believe me, you've met Deadman. Even ghosts don't have any. Sure his is weak, hence why this is taking so long, but it's bloody working. Whoever told you your son died was wrong. Now we have who knows how long till he stops fighting and gets pulled through. Prepare yourself, he's likely hurting from fighting the tug for so long." Constantine's words seemed to shock Bruce until Damian broke him out of it.

"I could meet him? My original? He's alive?" The boys soft words broke through the fog surrounding Bruce's mind. Damian had been raised knowing the perfection of his original and he always regretted his death. It may have led to his existence but he had always wished to know the one he was created from. But would his father rather Danyal than himself, the replacement? He was a mix of excited and nervous.

"Robin-" Bruce was cut off by the circle. The light grew in intensity and the surrounding heroes could feel the atmosphere of power that began radiating from it. They tensed up, waiting for whatever came next. A portal opened and a shape fell out of it, plummeting towards to ground. Before any of them could get their senses back and catch them they flipped, righting themselves and landing in their feet.

It was a boy, around 15, who was identical to Damian. Same size, same face, same height. They even had the same glare as he looked at them suspiciously. There was only one difference. Damian's eyes were green, tainted by the Lazuras water which had been used in his creation, the only point of difference between the two. The boy looked around the area, taking in the heroes. Nightwing stepped forward, taking in the boy before him, identical to his brother.

"Danyal?" He asked, hoping he was right and this wasn't another clone made by Talia. They would all be devestated.

"Who's asking?" Even his voice was similar, perhaps slightly raspier but otherwise identical.

"Danyal al Ghul, the trueborn heir?" Damian stepped forward. He knew his mother would allow no clone that title, it was the easist was to confirm. The boy tensed, preparing for a fight, which was as good as confirmation. Nightwing stepped forward once again, his eyes covered but meeting the others.

Bruce's eyes in another face stared back at him.

Demian is a clone of Bruce and Talia son whom died thanks to his grandfather actions. The pit failed to bring him back. Well back to them the timing of him being placed in the pit was the second time Jack and Maddie Fenton got their Portal to open just long enough to spit out a very hurt boy.

"I do not see why the Superboy being a clone is such a problem, Kent," Damian grunts, cutting off Clark mid-vent of Conner. He had come to part take in his first ever Sleep Over with Jon.

While the boys have gone upstairs to set up Damian's sleeping place Bruce once again tries to speak about mentoring Conner. It's not as bad as when Conner was first found but things were still strained between them.

It didn't help that whenever Clark fought against Lex's newest scheme, he would fall back to his mistrust of Conner. Tim's mood continually worsened around that time, too, since his boyfriend always returned to him slightly more broken by Clark's inability to trust him.

"You can not tell me the man of steel is so close-minded?"

"Damian," Bruce warns, but his son only raises a brow. He crosses the room to stand before the man of steel, crossing his arms over his chest to copy Alfred's disappointed stance.

"I'm not close-minded for being weary of a clone." Clark starts, face shifting into a defensive scowl.

"I am a clone, and you do not seem to mind my presence. Why is Superboy so different? Surely not the fact he has a boyfriend. I remind you said boyfriend is my brother-"

"What do you mean you are a clone?" Clark cuts in, voice laced with shock. Even Bruce seems baffled by his words when Damian glances at his father.

He squints at both men, trying to figure out what they are playing at.. "I am a clone. You are aware of this."

"No, I certainly am not aware," Bruce grunts, taking a threatening step forward. "What happened to Damian?

"Nothing happened to me, Father. I am standing right before you," Damian gestures to his healthy body. Jon chooses to fly down the stairs with a cheer, and he gives him a look that has the super son pausing. "Our fathers are behaving strangely."

Jon doesn't hesitate to blast his laser eyes at Clark with a quick "Sorry, Dad!"

"Johnathan Samuel Kent!" Clark snaps, having dodged the surprise attack but only barely. The boy freezes in the air, staring wide eyes at his parent, but Damian snaps out his arms and moves to lift his friend into the air with a quick

"I'm sorry! You can ground me when I get you free of mind control!" He shouts, flying right out the window. Bruce tries to stop them by flinging a net at them but Damian counters with his own batarang. The two are dots on the horizon as Damian's voice fades.

"We shall free you soon, Father!"

Bruce narrows his eyes at them but holds up his arm when Clark plants his feet in a position he usually makes when he's about to take flight. It speaks of the trust and years of friendship that the other man stays rooted to the kitchen tile instead of chasing his child.

"What is it, Bruce?" The man asks with slight impatience.

In quick motion, he pulls out his phone and places a call. Placing the speaker on, despite the fact Clark could have easily heard every word without it, Bruce holds the phone between them as Tim cheerfully answers.

"They seem convinced we knew of Damian's status." Bruce holds up a hand again when Clark opens his mouth to argue. "Let me check something."

" 'Sup B."

"Chum, is Damian a clone?"

".....ugh yeah? You know that."

"I do?"

"Yeah, you do. He said so when he first showed up. I mean word per word, "I am not like the rest. I am a copy of perfection, made from the DNA of Father and Mother in an artificial womb." Tim says mockingly, repeating what Damian had said the first night Bruce and the rest met him.

"He meant a literal copy. " Bruce repeats, mystified. "Does that mean I have another son out there?"

Tim goes silent, as his boy tends to do when he knows something but is unsure how to say it. Bruce barely refrains from snapping at him to tell him everything. Tim has a bad reaction to what he sees as disapproval. They talked about it plenty together and with Dinah on what triggers his issues stemming from his upbringing.

"B......Damian was made because Ra's killed the original. In a mock duel when he was nine." Tim's voice is gentle, but it does nothing to soften the devastating blow his words cause. "They tried to save him in the Lazarus, but he never rose. They had enough of his DNA around to make Damian two years later and forced him to match the original's age. Ra's had everything in his files, and Damian has talked about his original plenty of times. I'm sorry. I thought you knew."

Clark places a firm hand on Bruce's shoulder, speaking softly, but he can't hear him. All he can hear is the ringing in his own ears as he realizes that, once again, he has lost a part of his family. Distantly, he knows Clark has helped him into a chair, but he can't really understand his surroundings.

It's like he's watching himself from outside his body as Clark takes the phone out of his slack hold to speak to a distressed Tim, who frantically asks if he's alright.

"What-" he chocks after a moment. "What was his name?"

"Oh, Bruce," Clark whispers in a sympathetic tone as Tim answers.

"Danyal. His name was Danyal."

It's a lovely name. He weeps into his hands for the boy it belongs to as his best friend holds him through grief. They tell Tim to find Jon and Damian so he can break down in private.

A few states over, Danny Fenton sneezes violently three times. His friend Tucker gives him a teasing smile.

"Oh, some girl is crying over you!"

"As if" He laughs punching the other in the arm "Who would cry over little old me?"

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tags #dcxdpdabbles#dc x dp crossover#The Orginal#Damian is Danny's clone#Itf Danny had a nickle for everytime he been clone he had two nickles which isn't a lot but it's weird that it's happen twice#Yes he left Danyal life behind him#He's Danny now#The supersons were halfway across the country when Superboy caught up to them#Tigger warning: Disassociation#Grief#Very little but there#Jon trusts Damian to the point he only needs a look before taking action

Demian is a clone of Bruce and Talia son whom died thanks to his grandfather actions. The pit failed to bring him back. Well back to them the timing of him being placed in the pit was the second time Jack and Maddie Fenton got their Portal to open just long enough to spit out a very hurt boy.

"I do not see why the Superboy being a clone is such a problem, Kent," Damian grunts, cutting off Clark mid-vent of Conner. He had come to part take in his first ever Sleep Over with Jon.

While the boys have gone upstairs to set up Damian's sleeping place Bruce once again tries to speak about mentoring Conner. It's not as bad as when Conner was first found but things were still strained between them.

It didn't help that whenever Clark fought against Lex's newest scheme, he would fall back to his mistrust of Conner. Tim's mood continually worsened around that time, too, since his boyfriend always returned to him slightly more broken by Clark's inability to trust him.

"You can not tell me the man of steel is so close-minded?"

"Damian," Bruce warns, but his son only raises a brow. He crosses the room to stand before the man of steel, crossing his arms over his chest to copy Alfred's disappointed stance.

"I'm not close-minded for being weary of a clone." Clark starts, face shifting into a defensive scowl.

"I am a clone, and you do not seem to mind my presence. Why is Superboy so different? Surely not the fact he has a boyfriend. I remind you said boyfriend is my brother-"

"What do you mean you are a clone?" Clark cuts in, voice laced with shock. Even Bruce seems baffled by his words when Damian glances at his father.

He squints at both men, trying to figure out what they are playing at.. "I am a clone. You are aware of this."

"No, I certainly am not aware," Bruce grunts, taking a threatening step forward. "What happened to Damian?

"Nothing happened to me, Father. I am standing right before you," Damian gestures to his healthy body. Jon chooses to fly down the stairs with a cheer, and he gives him a look that has the super son pausing. "Our fathers are behaving strangely."

Jon doesn't hesitate to blast his laser eyes at Clark with a quick "Sorry, Dad!"

"Johnathan Samuel Kent!" Clark snaps, having dodged the surprise attack but only barely. The boy freezes in the air, staring wide eyes at his parent, but Damian snaps out his arms and moves to lift his friend into the air with a quick

"I'm sorry! You can ground me when I get you free of mind control!" He shouts, flying right out the window. Bruce tries to stop them by flinging a net at them but Damian counters with his own batarang. The two are dots on the horizon as Damian's voice fades.

"We shall free you soon, Father!"

Bruce narrows his eyes at them but holds up his arm when Clark plants his feet in a position he usually makes when he's about to take flight. It speaks of the trust and years of friendship that the other man stays rooted to the kitchen tile instead of chasing his child.

"What is it, Bruce?" The man asks with slight impatience.

"They seem convinced we knew of Damian's status." Bruce holds up a hand again when Clark opens his mouth to argue. "Let me check something."

In quick motion, he pulls out his phone and places a call. Placing the speaker on, despite the fact Clark could have easily heard every word without it, Bruce holds the phone between them as Tim cheerfully answers.

" 'Sup B."

"Chum, is Damian a clone?"

".....ugh yeah? You know that."

"I do?"

"Yeah, you do. He said so when he first showed up. I mean word per word, "I am not like the rest. I am a copy of perfection, made from the DNA of Father and Mother in an artificial womb." Tim says mockingly, repeating what Damian had said the first night Bruce and the rest met him.

"He meant a literal copy. " Bruce repeats, mystified. "Does that mean I have another son out there?"

Tim goes silent, as his boy tends to do when he knows something but is unsure how to say it. Bruce barely refrains from snapping at him to tell him everything. Tim has a bad reaction to what he sees as disapproval. They talked about it plenty together and with Dinah on what triggers his issues stemming from his upbringing.

"B......Damian was made because Ra's killed the original. In a mock duel when he was nine." Tim's voice is gentle, but it does nothing to soften the devastating blow his words cause. "They tried to save him in the Lazarus, but he never rose. They had enough of his DNA around to make Damian two years later and forced him to match the original's age. Ra's had everything in his files, and Damian has talked about his original plenty of times. I'm sorry. I thought you knew."

Clark places a firm hand on Bruce's shoulder, speaking softly, but he can't hear him. All he can hear is the ringing in his own ears as he realizes that, once again, he has lost a part of his family. Distantly, he knows Clark has helped him into a chair, but he can't really understand his surroundings.

It's like he's watching himself from outside his body as Clark takes the phone out of his slack hold to speak to a distressed Tim, who frantically asks if he's alright.

"What-" he chocks after a moment. "What was his name?"

"Oh, Bruce," Clark whispers in a sympathetic tone as Tim answers.

"Danyal. His name was Danyal."

It's a lovely name. He weeps into his hands for the boy it belongs to as his best friend holds him through grief. They tell Tim to find Jon and Damian so he can break down in private.

A few states over, Danny Fenton sneezes violently three times. His friend Tucker gives him a teasing smile.

"Oh, some girl is crying over you!"

"As if" He laughs punching the other in the arm "Who would cry over little old me?"

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