#Text conversation between Danny and Damian

[zhelin-thames]

imagin Danny and Damian as twins

[Text conversation between Danny and Damian]

Danny: Hey, bro, do you ever just, like... walk through walls and feel like you’re breaking the laws of physics for fun? Damian: No. I break the laws of man to bring criminals to justice.

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Danny: Mom says it’s my turn to haunt the Batcave. Damian: No one “haunts” the Batcave. It is a place of focus and discipline. Danny: Then why did Alfred let me set up a ghost zone portal next to the Batcomputer? 😏 Damian: …I’m calling Father.

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Damian: You’re late for patrol. Danny: Sorry, got distracted fighting a giant ghost dragon. Damian: Excuses. Danny: Says the guy who got stuck in a Lazarus Pit for three hours last week.

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Danny: Bro, do you ever smile? Damian: No. Smiling is a weakness. Danny: Bet I can make you smile. Damian: Doubtful. Danny: [Sends photo of Alfred dressed as the ghost of Christmas Past] Damian: …That’s mildly amusing.

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[Group Chat: “BatFam + GhostBoy”] Tim: Wait, you’re telling me Danny can turn invisible and fly? Dick: This is so unfair. I worked years for that level of stealth! Danny: Yeah, but can you do this? [Sends selfie mid-transformation with glowing green eyes] Damian: He’s showing off again.

[ghostbsuter]

The house of Nightingale & Constantine ( P. 1 )

> next part

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You know, when Batman reassured him (was it tho? His way of using words is a bit... confusing.) of bringing in a third person for their common problem, Phantom, Danny, didn't press nor worry.

He regrets it now, just a little bit.

—

Dick liked Danny.

The small guy has been an absolute delight!

(He isn't grinning when he and Damian duke it out, doesnt watch fondly when Danny and Jason exchange the most weirdest ways of insulting someone or when He and Steph gossip, Cass sitting behind him with her hands in his hair.)

(He can see from the corner of his eye the way Tim hides a grin behind his hand, texting Danny someone rapidly and their Guest laughing at random times, the way even Duke, despite wearing the sunglasses, seems to warm up pretty quickly to their new brother friend.)

(It's doesn't help that he has black hair and blue eyes either.)

Danny has been living with them for some time now, temporarily as it may be, and grew on them all pretty quickly.

Bruce told them when Constantine arrived at the cave, seemingly irritated for unknown reasons, and they all were ushered to the elevator.

There is no noise as they arrive, Danny few feet off the ground and engaged on a hot topic with Steph as they go down the stairs.

The moment Constantine is in sight however, has their resident ghost snapping out of the conversation and zooming in on the man from afar.

It's kind of funny? The way his black hair fluffs up like in a Ghibli Movie, the way his eyes narrow to slits, glowing a faint green.

Many shout in alarm at the sight of agitation (?), Dick sees Constantines own eyes glow a eery gold??

It's like two cats staring down one another, a showdown.

(Someone should record this.)

The two meet down in the middle of the cave, Danny is bristling and John scowling.

"Really Bats? A Nightingale?" The blond man scoffs, pushing his hands into the pockets of his coat, hands roaming for cigarettes probably.

"Excuse me? I thought the line of Constantine died out back then, with the way you handle your stuff." The teen hisses back, a hand running through his poofed up hair.

"Hah!" The Hellblazer gives a mocking laugh, cigar already in hand and lit. "'With the way we handle our stuff'? Weren't the Nightingales out of commission not so long ago?"

The glow might have died out, but the tension only rose higher.

Danny turns to Batman, glowering.

"Asking for the help of the house of Constantine? Are you crazy? Those nutjobs have no self-preservation!"

John's eye twitches at the remark.

"No self-preservation, my ass. Nightingales do nothing but mess with stuff they shouldn't, talk about self-preservation when you have it yourself, pipsqueak."

And Danny? Danny growls.

"All you do is trick every being to do your bidding! One day all of this will catch up to your house and me? I will watch as it burns."

The blonds cigarette snaps in his grip.

"Burn? Me? Doesn't the house if Nightingales hunt the beings we 'trick'? It seems to me that your lineage is already going down as we speak."

The argument (?) continues and the batclan does nothing but watch as if its a particularly interesting tennis match.

(John looks like he's about 5 seconds away from strangling Danny and the teen about to bite off John's head.)

"What's going on?" Finally, Batman steps in.

"What's going on? What's going on?? You said you'd bring in a third person! Not a constantine!"

The bat shows no signs of anything really, when both teen and man whip around to face him.

"I thought you'd know better than to involve yourself with the house of Nightingales."

"I was here first! No take backs!"

"And yet I know bats longer, don't I, pipsqueak?"

"Foolish trickster!"

"Imprudent necromancer!"

(Apparently, beef between two houses of dark exists and they had the chance to experience it first hand.)

(This is one of the many occurrences.)

[starry-bi-sky]

The last thing Sam expects is to find herself being, essentially, threatened by Damian Wayne. But considering who his brother and her best friend is, she should've expected something.

Either way, she puts a finger on the flat part of the blade and slowly pushes it away from her. She's still angry, and feeling like a protective dragon, but she wasn't gonna ignore the nervous fluttering her heart was making against her ribs.

"I know I said it was okay, but I'm gonna tell you the same thing we've been telling Danny for the last few years; generally speaking, pulling knives, daggers, swords, sais, exponentially sharp pencils, and other various sharp objects on people is not considered a proper way to start a conversation." She says, matching Damian's glare-for-glare.

The guy she vaguely recognizes as Tim Drake snorts, and Richard Grayson smothers a smile. Damian, for whatever reason, scowls deeply at her and then discreetly pulls the knife away, stashing it wherever it was he had pulled it from.

Sam relaxes, slightly, with a tiny breath of relief. She doesn't let up the annoyed look on her face though, and with her phone still in hand, crosses her arms over her chest. "What do you want?"

(She's pretty sure she already knows the answer, but she wants to hear it from them herself.)

Grayson smiles at her and folds his hands together. "We think you might be friends with Damian's brother, Danyal?" He says, and okay, Sam's glare sharpens at him. "We wanted to ask more about him."

She knew it. "No."

"No?"

"No." Sam repeats, firm and unwavering. She narrows her eyes. "And if your vapid dad asks, my answer remains the same. No. Talk to Danny yourself, I won't make it that easy."

Damian puffs himself up, his expression darkening as his fingers twitch close to his side. Her mind flashes to his dagger, and she takes a small step away from him. It's a move that Sam only barely catches from her exposure to Danny, as well as Danny showing her and Tucker how to recognize certain body language.

(She and Tucker weren't very good at it, not in the same way Danny was. But Danny himself claimed they were 'passable', which was good enough for her.)

"If you pull your knife on me again, I'll scream." She tells him bluntly, staring him down icily, scowling at him like she's baring her teeth. "I don't care if you're Danny's little brother, I will cause a fucking scene."

Drake and Grayson both laugh low and nervously, and while Damian's hands move away from his side, Grayson still steps in between the both of them. "Ooookay... I think we're getting off on the wrong foot here, Miss Manson."

"I think we're getting on the exact foot you deserve." Sam retorts sharply, her voice dangerously close to a snarl. Tilting her head to the side, she levels Grayson and Drake both with a mean glare. "I'm only being as amicable as I am because Damian is Danny's little brother."

Damian peers around Grayson, and Sam forces herself to soften up slightly as he glowers back at her. "Does Danyal speak of me often?" He asks, lip curling. He sounds confused, though... Slightly.

Sam stares at him for a moment, contemplating if she should tell him anything about Danny at all, or if she should just repeat herself and say she's not telling him anything. In the end, she makes a noise in the back of her throat.

"In comparison to how often he talks about his prior home life, which is never? Yes. I'm sure you heard me say earlier that he didn't mention you often." Sam decides to say, shifting her weight onto one foot and cocking her hip. "Although I had no idea you were his brother until I got here."

Damian's brows furrow, and both Grayson and Drake look intrigued. But before either three of them can open their big mouths to say anything, the phone in Sam's hand buzzes. On instinct, she pulls it out to see who texted her.

Well, speak of the devil. It's Danny.

'Apologies, I got distracted with the Box Ghost. Do you want me to come pick you up?' The text reads -- prior to Damian coming over to threaten her, Sam had been in the middle of a text conversation with Danny. Ever the proper grammar police, his texting is still as formal as it was a few years ago.

Sam is all too happy to ignore the trio of Waynes to text Danny -- who is probably the only, technically, Wayne she likes currently. She glances up at Grayson, Drake, and Damian, and then promptly turns her phone until the back is parallel to their chest, the screen brought close to her face and up to eye level.

There, just in case they had any ideas about reading her texts. Her fingers fly quickly over the screen. 'Depends. how willing are you to fly to Gotham? I forgot to mention to you and tuck that i'm at a wayne function'

Did she forget to tell him earlier that she was in Gotham? Yes, it hadn't crossed her mind at the time. But now is a good time as ever, she supposes.

"Uh, Miss Manson?" Grayson says, Sam flicks her eyes up to him, and then back down to her phone.

She presses send, and barely gets even a second afterward before she gets an immediate phone call. Danny's caller ID put in large lettering at the top of her screen.

Shit, Sam thinks, fumbling slightly out of surprise, I wasn't expecting him to call me. She hits answer, and pushes the speaker up against her ear, plugging the other one with her finger.

"Danny." Sam says, a smile crossing over her face out of surprise. She stares directly at Grayson and company, and give them a stink eye as the three of them prick up like cats. "Hey, I wasn't expecting--"

"Samantha." Danny interrupts, and Sam's smile twists downwards into a close scowl. He knows she hates being called her full name. His voice is deceptively calm. "What do you mean you're at a Wayne function?"

"Exactly what I said." Sam says shortly, twisting slightly away from the trio. "And you know I don't like being called Samantha."

"I apologize." Danny says bluntly, and doesn't sound very apologetic at all. Sam's gonna hit him in the arm when she gets back. "Sam, I need to tell you, but--"

Sam interrupts him this time. "What, that your brother is Damian Wayne?" She says, and Danny falls silent on the other line. She glances at Damian from the corner of her eye. He looks at her, his green eyes intense and burning. She looks away. "Yeah, I know. The resemblance is uncanny, I figured it out instantly."

More silence.

It goes on long enough that Sam frowns and pulls her phone away briefly to make sure that the call hadn't ended. Nope, it's still running, and she puts it back up against her ear. "Danny?" She calls, "Hello?"

"Sorry," Danny suddenly says, and Sam blinks out of surprise. "I was lost in thought. How... is he?" His voice is stilted again, clumsy. The same way it sounded when he was calling her and Tucker his closest friends. The tell that told Sam that he was struggling to express himself.

She smiles again, soft and a little bittersweet. She glances, briefly, again at Damian, eyeing him up and down. "He's fine, D. Healthy, even. No need to worry yourself, he's with his -- your? -- brothers."

There's a sharp breath on the line, and Sam almost misses it as she watches Damian's expression falter and take on the facet of a lost fawn. Then it smooths over. She doesn't bother to give Grayson and Drake much mind.

"I'm not. Worried." Danny grounds out, and it sounds like an unbelievable lie as his voice again comes out stilted. Confused. As if he's not sure if he even believes himself. "I don't worry, Sam. But... it's... good that he is with my... brothers?"

It's kind of endearing that he's not sure how to refer to his dad's adoptive kids, but Sam only suggested the term because she wasn't sure herself on what to call them. Maybe she should've just stuck with 'Damian's brothers'.

Speaking of which, she glances at the trio again. The three of them look at her like she's a specimen under a magnifying glass, looking at her like they're hanging onto the words she says, half-expecting her mention that she's talking to them right now.

And Sam won't lie, she's half-tempted to tell Danny that she's actually talking to Damian right now and ask him if she'd like to pass the phone over. That feels like a conversation he desperately needs, she remembers Danny mentioning in passing that he didn't have the best relationship with his little brother and that he'd like to try and mend it.

But then she sees Grayson and Drake, and over her shoulder she sees Bruce Wayne glancing over to them while trapped in mid-conversation with her parents and a few of the other rich assholes here. He looks like he may as well excuse himself any moment and make. his way over.

And she thinks about the fact that Danny is currently in Amity Park for reasons unknown to her, and about the fact that Grayson and Drake wanted to ask her about Danny. Which means that they probably don't know anything about him.

And she looks at Damian, and the fact that it probably means that he's never told them about Danny beyond his existence. And that he hasn't made the effort to get their family to reach out to him.

And she doesn't feel that nice.

"Actually, Dee." Sam says, and maintains eye contact with Damian. "It's pretty loud in here. Let me call you back once I can get somewhere quieter, okay?"

She narrows her eyes at the trio, freezing herself over.

"...Alright." Danny says, and Sam pulls her phone away and hangs up.

"Like I said," She tells the three of them, her voice as cold as the ice Danny can create. She smiles sweetly, meanly, "I won't make it that easy."

And then she books it away before Damian can potentially jump her.

(Part of this post with older brother danyal al ghul)

...Okay, look. Sam knows she's staring. She knows very well that she is staring. And that if she doesn't stop staring it's gonna draw her unwanted attention, and that will only have to make her explain why she's staring. Which she doesn't want to do.

She's trying not to stare, which she thinks she should get brownie points for. She tries to look away, to find a spot on the wall to stare lifelessly at, maybe she can burn holes into some of these annoying socialites' heads. But eventually her eyes drift, and suddenly she's back to staring again.

Can you blame her though? Damian Wayne looks like a very close mini-me of her fucking best friend. Seriously, it's like looking into a mirror to the past. If that mirror to the past had green eyes rather than blue and a distinctive lack of a facial scar.

The first time she sees him when her parents drag her over to Bruce Wayne to butter up to him she has to do a doubletake. Then a triple take. Then a quadruple take, just for good measure that she was seeing what she was actually seeing. She was sure she looked like one of those stress toys that when squeezed had their eyes pop out comically like a Saturday morning cartoon, that's what she certainly felt like anyways.

Look, Danny's come a decent way from being that scowl-y, jerkish little ten year old she first met when he arrived like the wind to Amity Park five years ago (even if he was still occasionally scowl-y and jerkish), but one thing that's stayed the same is how reserved he is about his home life prior to being taken in by the Fentons.

He doesn't talk about it much, and Sam's come to know that he's very good at changing the subject when it gets brought up. Even after being friends for nearly four years, the only thing she and Tuck know for certain is that he has a little brother that he refers to as 'starlight', whom he cares a lot about but left on really bad terms with. And that he's never met his father, but wants to and knows who he is.

He's never told her or Tucker who he was though, and glancing at Bruce Wayne, Sam is realizing why. She can begrudgingly acknowledge all the good he's done for Gotham, but... well, if Danny told her that Bruce Wayne was his dad, she wouldn't have believed him at all.

But she's starting to see the resemblance, as subtle as it is.

And she sees the resemblance to Damian Wayne, her eyes dropping back down to him as he wears a very Danny-like scowl on his face, arms crossed behind his back as his eyes swept around the ballroom. He was five years younger than Danny, and god it was so, so weird.

His eyes turned on to her, and they locked gazes for a moment.

Involuntarily, Sam makes a startled noise and looks away. Fingers tap against her purse, black and purple and unfortunately a clutch that only held her phone and her wallet in it. She would have kept a knife on her, but her parents put their foot down and there was a security detail at the door. Only in Gotham.

Silently, she was hoping that the little Danny-me didn't say anything. Or at least, he hadn't noticed her staring. Which was a tall order if she ever heard one -- and unfortunately, her silent prayers went unanswered as her mother's eyes dropped down onto her.

"Did you say something, Samantha?" She asks in a sickeningly sweet voice, a sound that makes Sam's skin crawl. Her dad and Bruce Wayne's attention also turns onto her, and she glowers at her mom from the corner of her eye.

"I didn't say anything." Sam says, barely keeping her tone polite as she turned her head away. Her mother clucks her tongue, disapproving, but from her peripherals doesn't pester her more

Bruce Wayne, the bastard, takes that time to turn to Sam and grace her with his dime-a-dozen billboard smiles. "I've been talking with your parents this whole time, Miss Manson, you must be terribly bored. How is your schooling going?"

Sam eyes him up and down. On one hand, she immediately wants to be snarky. It's none of his business what her school life is like, she doesn't care for his fucking small talk.

On the other hand, this was Danny's whole father. Someone who she knows that Danny has wanted to meet for, what she's assuming, his whole life. He's never brought it up much, but she remembers that very quiet, solemn conversation she and Tucker had with him where he admits to having never met his dad. But god does he want to.

And... wait. Sam's eyes narrow, and she meets Bruce Wayne's eyes. Does this man even know Danny exists? She drops her gaze down to Damian, who was staring at her suspiciously, and then back up to Bruce, and she alternates between them.

Why was Damian living with Bruce, but not Danny? Why hasn't Bruce done anything to reach out to him - what was going on with Danny's biological family that Danny had to be separated from them, but not Damian? Danny's always been kinda mysterious, but now things weren't adding up.

Was Danny given up? Does Bruce just not want Danny, but wanted Damian? Why the fuck does Bruce Wayne know about Damian but not her best friend -- or does he know and just not care? He's fought for custody for his adoptive kids before, does he just not want to fight for his other biological son? Does he think Danny's not worth it?

She's never cared much about the Wayne family before, other than to hear about the advancements on WE's eco-friendly tech, but Sam thinks she's gonna have to look into why Damian Wayne was living with the Waynes.

Slowly, with a protective anger beginning to burn in her gut and crawl up her throat, a scowl slowly curls at the corner of her lip as she redirects her glare from her mother onto Bruce. "It's going fine," She says curtly, jutting her chin out defiantly. "Me and my friend Danny started a petition to fix the leaky faucets in the girls and boys' bathrooms in order to conserve more water for the rest of the city."

She eyes his face, waiting to see if anything like recognition flashes through it. And- and nothing. Sam breathes in slowly through her nose, trying to quell the red that's blurring the edge of her vision -- does he just, not know where Danny is?

Her parents however, make vaguely displeased expressions. "Our Samantha is... quite passionate about her pet projects." Her dad says, laughing low and nervously, "she's very vocal about silly things like that."

"Her friend Daniel is perhaps even worse than she is sometimes." Her mother adds on, fanning her face with her perfectly manicured hands with a sigh. "I swear, he's the one that keeps dragging her into these things."

Sam's anger turns on its head, and she whirls on her heel like a fire-breathing dragon. "It's Danyal." It rolls out like instinct. Danny's told them both that he hates the Americanized pronunciation of his name, but in a rare moment of restraint, puts up with it for reasons unknown to her. "And Danny doesn't make me do anything, it was my idea."

The name, Danyal, seems to ring some kind of bell in Brucie Wayne's head, because she sees him and Damian quietly perk up like two cats pricking up their ears. Her eyes flick onto him immediately, something dangerous rearing its head. So Bruce Wayne knows about Danny. And he's not reaching out to him. Is he? She's not sure.

She does know that she's gonna rip his throat out if she finds out that he's known about Danny this entire time and has been ignoring him while favoring his little brother. She'll hunt down Aragon herself and steal his dragon-shifting amulet and wreck house on Bruce Wayne if that's the case. Batman and his league of vigilantes be damned. Her parents don't notice her slowly turning head towards Bruce.

But Bruce does, and she makes direct eye contact with him. His smile doesn't falter, he just tilts his head like a curious puppy and looks at Sam's parents. She hopes Bruce can read minds, she hopes he can hear her threatening him.

"Danyal?" He asks, and Sam doesn't know if she hates the fact that he said it correctly or not. She just continues burning holes into him and hoping he might spontaneously combust.

Her mother waves her hand dismissively, tilting her nose up poshly into the air. "Our dear Samantha's little... foster friend from school," she says, not even bothering to hide her disdain, "a creepy little boy with the most garish scar on his face. He's a rude little thing, not good for polite company."

Scratch that, Sam mentally alternates between ripping into her parents and Bruce. She whirls on them. "Do not talk about Danny that way." She all but snarls, and they all but ignore her.

(She's tearing up the upholstery when she gets home. She's going to paint over the fine china. She's going to do something to make them pay for this.)

"Oh yes, he was taken in by that freaky Fenton family a few years ago." Her dad continues in lieu of her mom, and they both shake their heads disapprovingly. "It's just what our city needs, another menace."

"Danny is not a menace." Sam continues, raising her voice while her hands shake with rage. Her parents finally look at her, but she can already tell that they're going to scold her for raising her voice. She bulldozes over them and jabs her black-painted finger at them. "He's got a bigger heart than the both of you combined."

"Samantha, please." her mom says, exasperated. They both give her disapproving looks, Sam thinks about grabbing champagne off the tray of a nearby waiter and throwing it in their faces. "You defend that boy far too much. What do you actually know about him and his family?"

Sam sets her jaw, puffing herself up like a dragon protecting its hoard. She steps into her mom's space. "I know that he loves the stars; you can ask him anything about astronomy and he could give you an entire lecture on the formation, class types, and various gasses that stars are made up of. He can tell you how the Earth was formed, he can tell you about the visible light spectrum and about light curves, and a whole ton of other stuff that I don't really understand. But Danny loves talking about it."

Her face twists and scowls, "I know he cares a ton about the environment and about fixing light pollution, and preserving the forests and natural habitats of animals." She nearly jabs her finger into her mom's chest, "I know he loves dogs, and that there's one he feeds every day on the way to school that he calls Cujo, its a St. Bernard puppy and Danny carries him around whenever he sees him after school, and is in the middle of training him."

It's not a total lie, but it's not the whole truth either. Cujo doesn't need food, but Danny gives him it anyways. "I know he likes spicy food and loves movies but specifically only sci-fi and horror, and he hates most martial arts movies. His favorite superhero is the Martian Manhunter, but Batman comes in at a close second." For reasons to her that were pretty unknown, but it didn't matter.

"I know he loves wordplay and making puns, which I would have never expected from him when we first met, but it's so unbelievably Danny-like that I can't imagine him not making puns." And she smiles a little to herself, she remembers the first time Danny intentionally made a pun once and it got startled laughs out of both her and Tucker.

Her smile suddenly falters, and she swallows. Her lips purse up, wobbling, and she very quickly glances over to Damian Wayne, of whom is watching her with a vaguely bewildered expression alongside Bruce.

She turns her eyes back onto her parents. "And I know that he worries a lot, even if he has a shit way of showing it. I know he had a little brother that he hasn't seen since he was adopted by the Fentons, and he doesn't talk about him often but when he does he he calls him 'starlight'." From the corner of her eye, she sees Damian jerk.

"So- so, so what if he's not 'good for polite company'." Sam's voice, embarrassingly, cracks down the middle. But she's so angry over Danny's behalf that she doesn't really care. "Or that he can be mean, and critical, and stubborn. He's learning, and he's becoming kinder by the day. That's more than I can say about you."

(She remembers when Danny finally admitted to her and Tucker being his 'closest friends'. It was sometime before the portal incident, and it felt like a milestone because beforehand he only really referred to them as his companions or allies.)

(At the time, he'd looked unsure of himself. Skittish like a stray in the back of an alleyway, almost shy in his own way. It had come out stilted, slow, like an infant taking its first steps, and it would have been endearing if it hadn't been heartbreaking.)

Her parents rear back like she'd struck them, and her mother holds a hand against her chest in aghast. Sam doesn't care, she blinks the sting out of her eyes. "Samantha." Her mother starts.

Sam cuts her off, "I don't care what you have to say, you-- you pricks." she snaps, around her, there are gasps. Belatedly, she realizes she's grown an audience, but again she doesn't care. "Danny might be an asshole, but he cares. And I'd rather be around someone whose mean but cares, than someone whose nice but doesn't."

With that, she whirls on her foot and turns on Bruce Wayne, who has been silent the entire time with a surprised expression on his face. He starts to shake out of it when Sam turns to him, but she doesn't give him the chance to speak. "Enjoy your party." She snarls, and then stalks away.

[hailsatanacab]

I LIED!! MEMES ARE TODAY >:D

wow a lot of these are about jason lol

now to actually go to sleep, it's much too late for me to be up ily bye!!

MEMES ARE TODAY PEOPLE 🚨🙏🥳🎊🎉🙌

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