#Tim & Damian both have a crush on Danny

[zealouswitchwerewolf]

Danny *sees that Ellie's getting more tired and gets worried (he's also tired but that's irrelevant): fuck It.

Tim: ?

Danny *makes an invisible duplicate of himself and starts evacuating people*

Tim *sees no outward change and is too busy worrying about Danny to see people are slowly disappearing from the room*: you ok?

Danny *not really there, now focusing on evacuating people without being noticed or revealing himself*: yep, this is just another Tuesday for me.

It's not. It's Friday.

Tim *not convinced*: oh, ok. Can I buy you a coffee once we're out of here? Seems like the least I could do after all this.

DPXDC PROMPT

Danny and Danielle are sitting on opposite ends of a room full of people, with the only exit being the middle of a 10-foot high ceiling.

The Gotham rogue who captured them is getting increasingly irritated that their trap to move the walls closer isn't working while the Bats are getting closer.

[clockwayswrites]

Bird Brained, or something. Part 22

masterpost NGL this part might be really rough. This migraine is killing my, but I wanted to get it written.

“Just stay behind us, Mr. Wayne,” Maria Ramirez ordered.

Bruce nodded as he paced. Facts about her ran through his head without his bidding. Ex Air Force. Bruce had hired her after she left, angry and with an honorable discharge the Air Force hoped would keep her quiet while the man who assaulted her got a pension. She was a little hot headed, took shit from no one, and was impressively competent.

If she continued this way, she’d be Bruce’s choice for the next head of security.

He still didn’t want to listen to her.

His kids were at the end of that stairwell along with the Mad Hatter and several of the man’s goons. Bruce was confident in Robin and Red Robin’s abilities to protect themselves from the threat, but this was different. This was Damian and Tim.

Robin might be magic, but the child in the suit was just a child. And children could die.

Bruce shook his arms out to try and get rid of the nerves. He could afford the motion as Bruce Wayne where he couldn’t as Batman.

As Batman he could have been at the front of pack and already through the door.

Bruce measured his breathing, forcing it to slow.

Ramirez held up a fist. The rest of the security force readied themselves.

One—

Two—

Three—

They breached the door with shouts of ‘hands in the air’ and ‘get down on the ground’.

“I work here! Doctor Daniel Fenton, R&D,” Danny’s voice called out.

“Get on the ground, hands behind your head slowly,” Ramirez ordered.

Bruce burst out of the stairwell. “I can vouch for—” Wings. Danny had wings. He was still human, human enough, but he had inky black wings that were spread wide along with his raised hands. “—Dr. Fenton.”

Ramirez glanced at Bruce, but kept her tranq gun trained on Danny. “Sir?”

“I can vouch for Dr. Fenton, he’s a friend of the family,” Bruce said more evenly as he took in the rest of the scene.

There was a remarkable lack of blood for the bodies scattered across the small space. Some were unconscious while others clutched their heads. The floor was scattered with crushed mind control devices and the occasional feather. The Mad Hatter was as far back in the elevator as possible, mumbling about ravens and writing desks. Danny stood in front of the door to the safe room. His spread wings assured no one got past him. The outside of Danny’s wings were white, Bruce realized. It was like they were inverted from the larger bird form.

“Tim and Damian are in the safe room,” Danny said quickly, breaking through Bruce’s thoughts. “They’re not hurt.”

Bruce’s shoulders slumped. “Thank you.” He ran his hands over his face and sucked in a purposefully even breath. Then he dropped his hands and looked at the security squad. “Dr. Fenton’s meta status is a personal mater not to be discussed, am I clear?”

There was a course of ‘yes sir’ from security and a soft, relieved, ‘thank you’ from Danny. Bruce nodded and strode towards the safe room. He snagged Danny by the wrist as he passed and pulled the stunned man along with him.

“Bruce?”

“Thank you,” Bruce said again as he started the biometric scans for the safe room. His thumb ran rhythmically over the back of Danny’s hand. The skin there was soft, like the down feathers of a chick. “Thank you for protecting my boys.”

“Of course, I always will,” Danny said, sounding completely serious, though Bruce could feel Danny’s hand trembling in his own.

The vault like door hissed as the air seal released and it started to open. Bruce knew that Danny said that the boys were fine, but as soon as the door was open enough, Bruce pulled Danny into the room and the semblance of privacy that it offered.

“Are you alright? Are you both alright?” Bruce asked. He rested his hand on Tim’s cheek while he looked to Damian, who was standing against the side wall, arms angrily crossed.

“No one even laid a hand on us or got close,” Tim said. “Danny, Dr. Fenton, made sure of that.”

“Which was completely stupid,” Damian bit out, his words harsh and angry and hurt.

“Damian,” Danny tried.

“No! It was stupid! You willing deprived yourself of allies! If you insisted on us being in the safe room then you should have been in it also!”

Danny’s wings drooped. “Damian, honey, this… this form of mine is still new. I didn’t want to risk—”

“You said you wouldn’t hurt us.”

“I would never, but there’s still things that could go wrong—”

“Shut up!”

Danny flinched back at the should, wings pulled tight against his body. Then he took a carefully measured breath and made himself relax. The wings opened up again a little and, with clear uncertainty, Danny opened his arms.

With all the speed of his training, Damian dashed forward. He rammed into Danny hard and wrapped his arms around Danny, clutching him tightly. Danny leaned down a little. His wings came forward to wrap protectively around Bruce’s youngest.

“You are an idiot,” Damian said harshly into Danny’s sweater.

“Some times,” Danny agreed, “but it’s alright. We’re all safe. It’s alright, little chickadee.”

[redflagshipwriter]

Check Yes (to go on a date with a dead guy)

Chapter 1

The expectant smiles froze on his siblings’ faces.

Jason blinked, still shaking off the disorientation of the green twisting blur that always came when he took his turn with tHe RitUaL. “What?” he said. It came out defensive. Usually they were all laughing by this point.

Dick reached out and took the post-it off his forehead. “We may have misunderstood this sacrificial thing.” He frowned at the note.

Jason tore it away and flipped it around to read it.

“...Please stop the bridal sacrifices,” he read, voice instantly trembling with the need to laugh. Holy shit. “Proposal is kinda forward. But if you really want, I’d totally go on a date with you. Check yes or no. Danny.” There were two smiley faces after the name and a scribbled drawing of a human looking guy with tall hair.

The batcave was in total, mortified silence. The ritual that had become their pre-patrol goof-off activity of choice had maybe… maybe been a mistake?

“I’m kinda hurt,” Dick broke the silence. “I’m marriageable. I’m a catch, even.” He was joking, but Jason was pretty sure that it wasn’t totally baseless. Who would look at Dick and then choose Jason, of all the people?

Stephanie snorted. “It’s probably your reputation as Ritchie Rich,” she soothed. “I’m sure if this… is it the same guy every time?” She blinked, clearly distracted from her original thought. “Have we all been proposing to Danny day after day?” She wondered. She started counting on her fingers.

“Twice last week,” Tim said thoughtfully. “I proposed to him twice last week.” A line formed between his brows. “I should probably tell Bernard, huh?”

“We must communicate with whoever this Danny is,” Damian said immediately. “If this realm possesses both animal life that resembles our fauna and sentient beings capable of the bad judgment necessary to select Todd as a suitor over Richard, we must know more.”

Jason made a face at Damian and flipped him off, but didn’t disagree. “How is this supposed to work?” He waved the post-it. That did imply some modernity, at least. They were communicating with someone who had stationary. “If I was going to check it, would he know what I picked? Or would I have to– should be bride sacrifice a notebook back and forth?”

“A notebook,” Tim said scathingly. “We can do better than that. A communicator, a phone.”

“Who says Danny has signal, dingbat,” Jason shot back. “He’s probably out of the service area.”

Cass took the paper out of his hand and peered at it. “Yes or no,” she asked, cutting off the disagreement before it could get heated.

He didn’t have to think about it. “Yes,” Jason said, mischief in every line of his body. “I gotta see where this is going. We should at least meet the guy.”

“He said you were tempting!” Dick gasped. He grabbed Jason by the arm and clung on. “Remember? The first time? You’re his type!”

Damian made a ‘gross’ face, features scrunched up like an unhappy cat. Stephanie ‘ooooed’ like she was watching a wrestling match. Cass merely looked thoughtful.

Jason shook his annoying brother off and kept him at a distance with a palm on Dick’s forehead.

“Oooh, the void boy has a crush on you,” Stephanie teased. “You’d be such a beautiful bride, Jason.” She didn’t react to Cass reaching into her hip pouch and withdrawing a sparkly purple pen. Jason loftily ignored Stephanie and watched Cass carefully check YES.

The note disappeared. Cass looked at her empty hand. She flicked the pen between her fingers. Her brow scrunched up.

“Shit!” Jason cursed. “Did-”

The group broke out into an explosion of excited sound.

A throat cleared from the stairs. “Kids?”

Batman stood there, wearing wary suspicion and most of his patrol outfit. He was under the impression that they had agreed to stop sacrificing each other to the green void.

“She took my pen,” Stephanie wailed, instantly switching tracks. Cass backflipped away three times and then leapt directly upwards into the rafters, waiving the purple pen tauntingly. Stephanie chased after her.

“What-”

“Jason won’t let me hug him,” Dick tattletailed. He lunged to grab at Jason. Jason dodged on reflex and threw himself into the scuffle.

“I need to call Bernard.” Tim turned and outright left the Batcave. “I’ll be about five minutes late for patrol, B.”

Bruce watched this chaos with bewildered eyes. “...We leave in ten,” he said, and visibly gave up.

…

The date, when it came, was a fuckin surprise to Jason. He was minding his own business compiling a report on everything the Two-Facers had done last week. (There was a surprising amount of bureaucratic process involved in making yourself the judge, jury, and executioner of people who sucked.)

And then there was a violently green hole in his wall. “Huh,” Jason said, leaning back in his chair. He pulled the handgun out of his desk drawer and cocked it at the portal. “Not sure I care for that.”

“Thanks, wolf,” came a warbled and nonsensical reply. Jason turned off the safety.

His brow furrowed. “What?”

The portal flashed white and it closed. He was lifting his gun to point at the man now standing in his apartment before he’d actually processed that someone had come through. This guy moved fast.

“This is where you live?” The other man was peering around Jason’s apartment. He seemed politely interested at best, and, Jason felt, much less concerned by the gun than he should have been. “I heard bats before. I thought there would be more bats.” His tone was disappointed. He looked at Jason and then flinched his palms out and up, as if he thought he might have come off rude. “Not that you need bats! Or that I’m disappointed by the lack of bats in your decor. In fact you have wonderful, uh, curtains.” He very obviously named the first thing that he saw. He pretended to be fascinated by them. “The red sure is a choice.”

Jason snorted.

“A great choice! I’m not criticizing your home. It’s great.”

Jason realized that if he didn’t say anything to save him, Danny was going to ramble himself into a verbal corner and slink out of the dimension to escape his obvious embarrassment.

“...You hair looks just like in the picture you drew,” Jason said. He put the safety back on. “Hello, Danny.” The name tasted odd in his mouth. It twas just a little pedestrian for the other man– no, teenager, the other teenager.

Danny looked young. No wonder he’d thrown Dic back like the wrong fish.

Jason felt a little less smug about having been the one chosen. Maybe he was just the most age appropriate candidate, not Danny’s type. Timmers was only two years younger, sure, but he was petite enough that it was a little ambiguous.

Danny turned away from Jason’s window and beamed up at him like that was the greated compliment he could have ever received. “I don’t actually have your name! Which is funny, since you kept manifesting in my house.”

God help him, Danny was cute. Jason reached out a hand. “Jason.”

Danny looked at his outstretched hand and then back to his eyes. He blinked. “Are- oh!” He flushed green and his hand shot out to meet Jason’s in what was very clearly the first handshake of his life.

It was a struggle not to laugh. He didn’t wanna make Danny feel bad so he held it in. There was a helpful distraction in that Danny was fascinating to the touch. It didn’t feel like he was touching a human hand. First off, the hand was about the temperature of butter straight from the fridge. Secondly, somehow the physical contact made Jason taste mint in his mouth.

But really, it just… it didn’t feel like human skin. It was too smooth. There was a raised line from a scar, but the texture was as if all the wrinkles and pores of human skin had been polished off. Like if you held the hand of a marble statue and it was somehow also soft.

Jason pulled his hand away before he could wonder too much if that supernatural smoothness extended elsewhere. Ah. Too late. He flushed a little red, even though the only exposed skin was Danny’s hands and face. “So you’re here to uh, set up a date?” he offered.

Danny blinked at him. “Are you busy now? I was thinking now.”

…He was sort of busy. Jason closed his notebooks, only now concerned that Danny might have seen extremely sensitive information. “Nope,” he lied, attention catching on Danny’s freckles. Something about them was pinging as relevant. Was there a pattern? They weren’t symmetrical or anything. Were they fake?

Danny beamed and - he floated up a few inches in his excitement. Holy hell that was cute. “Great!” he enthused. “Should we go to your place or to mine?”

Uh.

Jason turned violently red. “We are already in my place.” His voice came out tight. He- he hadn’t meant that. That was not a first date activity for him.

It took a few seconds for the penny to drop. “Go out in your city or go to the Ghost Zone!” Danny waved his hands frantically. “I’m not being a creep I swear! I mean, we are kind of spiritually engaged but I’m also engaged to– are those people your friends and family?” He was outright horrified. “Oh my GOD, I’m-”

“I would love to take you out around town, but you’ll stand out,” Jason interrupted. He couldn’t hold back the smile. “We can make it work, though. Thoughts on hats and glowing less?”

“Oh, that’s easy.” Danny twitched his hands outward in a motion he probably didn’t even know he was doing. There was another flash of white light that crawled up and down his body.

And Danny one was gone. Danny two stood in Jason’s apartment with dark hair, patched jeans, and a loose t-shirt that hid the musculature his jumpsuit had displayed. He had a full palette switch of his eyes and skin tone as well.

He was obviously the same guy. He just felt more down to earth now.

“Useful,” Jason said, and tugged at his snow-white forelock. “Think you could teach me to change my hair like that?” He was only half joking. It was the bane of his existence when he needed to go undercover. It was too distinctive.

“No, but Doctor Frostbite might be able to sort that out for you,” Danny replied absently.

Jason grimaced instinctively. He knew way too many gimmicky villains to want to do to someone called Doctor Frostbite. “That sounds like the name of a B-tier villain with blue hair.”

Danny paused and clearly contemplated it. “That’s Ember, actually,” which made no branding sense because the word ember evoked warm colors. “Lead the way!” He bounced on his heels, which Jason guessed was his human form equivalent to floating up.

Jason cleared his throat. “I, uh, am gonna want to change.”

For the first time, Danny really looked him up and down and realized that he was wearing a white sleeveless undershirt and black boxers. Jason waited patiently as Danny went through all the stages of grief and social mortification. That didn’t stop Danny’s eyes from followed Jason’s bare arms when he casually lifted one and flexed a little, rubbing at the back of his head. Ha. Eat that, Dick.

“I’m going to go drown myself,” Danny said, now violently pink. Huh, even blushing for a color change. “Can I use your restroom?”

“Stay alive enough to pick between Korean or Mexican,” Jason advised. “I’ll be right back. Should I find you a coat?” He didn’t wait for an answer, frowning at Danny’s bare arms. “I’m gonna find you a coat.” He was already on the way to his bedroom. “It’s freezing out.”

…

[mutable-manifestation]

(Tim is 17, Danny is 16, Damian is 14)

***

The thing about summoning the ghost king is that it takes a very specific ritual. Even the slightest misstep and it won't happen; most people make a misstep and then try a different, even more wrong ritual.

Which means while Danny does get summoned, it's more like a monthly occurrence than a daily issue - pretty infrequent for the infinite realms, he's told.

Clockwork himself has biweekly attempts, but he long since learned to reject summons. He's very bad at explaining how, though, and reassures Danny he'll figure it out eventually.

After the fourth time or so he decided to just appear as Fenton - okay so the first time was an accident, but the lack of glow makes him look way less impressive, apparently. Most people take one look at Fenton - pretending to be very confused and startled about where he is and what just happened, completely devoid of magic or death (hidden so well beneath his human skin that he can pass through ectoshields in that form, mind) - and send him back.

Ra's Al Ghul is not most people. Maybe he wants to summon the Lord of the Dead to speed up the whole 'mostly depopulate the earth' thing. Maybe he summons him as 'the balance.' Maybe he found the ritual in an ancient tome about the Lazarus Pits and want to, like, bargain for more LPs or something.

Whatever the case may be, when Danny Fenton appears bewildered and gawking in his circle, Ra's can sense what the other, less- or non-ecto-contaminated summoners could not: there is something off about him.

He can't pinpoint what, but he knows they did ritual to perfect - oversaw every step down to the last drop of blood. A test, perhaps?

When he gestures one of his men into the circle he expects Danny to react. He does not expect him to continue blinking owlishly before going down like a sack of bricks, as if he never even noticed the man sneaking up behind him.

He puts it from his mind; test or accident, they will find out eventually. He has Talia tie the boy up and take him away, they can interrogate him once he awakes.

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Danny wakes up tied to a table. This is something that has featured heavily in his nightmares for a while now.

Unlike in his nightmares, however, the ropes and clasps are all completely mundane.

He heaves a sigh of relief, preparing to phase out and bolt when movement cuts him short.

One ninja looking dude goes out a the door of the room his little table sits in the center of, saying something in a language Danny is unfamiliar with. A second stands by the door, watching.

"Any chance I could get you to let me out of here?" he tries.

And is promptly ignored.

"Yeah," he sighs, "I thought not."

He slips out of visibility, through his bonds, and into the guy's body before he can to much more than startle.

Hopefully if he leaves him somewhere weird enough he'll write it off as a fever dream - assuming the usual effects of overshadowing don't fudge his memory enough on their own.

Stepping out the door whistling a jaunty tune, he immediately makes dead eye-contact with the old dude that had seemed to be leading his summoning ritual before - along with ninja 1 and some lady he didn't recognize - not 15 feet away.

They all freeze for a moment. Old dude looks angry for a moment and opens his mouth, but Danny turns and bolts.

Footsteps race closer behind and his spins just in time to dodge a kick from the Unidentified Fighting Lady (UFL, he decides).

He makes sure a fist is coming for ninja 2's chin before phasing invisibly out of his body. Ninja 2 has just enough time to widen his eyes before he's out cold.

He drops down a floor and goes visible.

If they're going to kidnap him instead of sending him home post-ritual, he feels like he's allowed to explore their...castle? Or whatever this place is.

Maybe cause a little chaos to encourage them to be less kidnap-y next time. Or to just. Not have a next time.

Both is good.

Soon enough, the place is full of people scrambling everywhere. He lets a few see him, sticking out his tongue or giving a mocking comment before ducking around a corner and through a new wall.

When he ends up behind a group, he taps one on the shoulder. He'll relish their shrieks for weeks (they're highly trained and none of them noticed him until he tapped one, thus the reaction).

And also the scream of frustration when he disappears around a corner not two steps ahead of them and they lose him entirely.

He has to take a moment in an empty room to get his laughter out. Then he has to phase down another floor to avoid being cornered - no need to make it too obvious he's using powers, here.

He finds an armory and spends a while taking apart a good chunk of the guns - there are some models he leaves alone since he doesn't recognize them. He might come back for a sword to keep, he thinks. The curvy blade ones look really, really cool.

Another hallway, another group trying to surprise him from behind - jokes on them, he's on high alert now that he knows they won't just send him back, the jerks - another disappearing act, and he finds himself in a room full of paperwork.

Yep, he can't read the writing either.

Oh well.

He has a good 8 minutes of throwing papers around and rearranging them and cutting out photos of people to put in a separate pile before Old Dude and UFL come sweeping through the doorway.

UFL's eyes widen and Old Dude's face turns a furious red faster than he thought possible.

They don't move to attack this time, Old Dude instead taking a deep breath before drawing himself up and saying something else in the language Danny doesn't know.

It sounds...calm. Polite, maybe.

Danny pauses his paper cutting and gets up, slowly walking up to the dude - just an arms length away - likes he plans to talk.

Then he takes a quick step closer, slaps his shoulder, and shouts "Tag, you're it!" before diving between them and running away - a discreet use of intangibility the only thing that keeps him from being nabbed.

And from taking another head wound.

Seriously. Some people.

He barely hears the faint "Wait!" over his own laughter - which draws more ninja people to his location.

No matter; he cuts a complex route through the floor he's on before, once again, vanishing around a corner and through the floor, down another level.

If they actually want to talk, they can do it after he's had his fun - and after they apologize for the head wound. Talk about rude.

But first: he's going to explore more.

He finds the locker room level.

Or, well, it's bedroom and wardrobes and stuff. But he finds where they keep the spare ninja outfits.

He puts one on and goes up five levels, punching and kicking at the air like the zombie-ninja in Dead Teacher 5 did in the post-capture scene.

When a group spots and rushes him he disappears - you guessed it - around a corner and goes invisible to find a new group. Which he then pops into visibility behind, pretending to follow along.

It doesn't work, as the moment he takes an audible step they whip around and bow.

It's the most blatantly non-hostile reaction he's gotten so far, but it's also the one he likes the least.

"The Demon's Head apologizes for the inhospitable first impression. He would like to have the chance to apologize to you personally," the group calls out in unison, this time in English.

If he hadn't recognized the language, the accents didn't help any.

Not that he really expected them to, given how he didn't always end up on the same planet - yet another motivation to stay human for these things, the circles don't auto translate when he's human, making the summoners even less inclined to believe their circle worked.

He sighs. Sags.

"Fiiiiiiiiine," he groans out. "But I'm finishing exploring first. Call it step one of making it up to me for putting on his creepy corpse slab thingy."

He sinks through the floor before they can say anything else, leaving the stolen ninja-suit behind.

He wanders around for maybe another 20 minutes before he gets bored.

The ninjas are still everywhere but they keep bowing. When he goes invisible after passing a group they call someone. Probably Old Dude - or 'Demon's Head,' which, compensating much?

He's getting bored. He could probably figure out how to get home on his own, but it'd be easier to just have them send him back.

But first, the basement.

You can tell a lot about a person by their basement. Take his parents for example; very obviously obsessed with ghosts.

Vlad's basement? Visibly Fruitloopy.

Tucker's family? Normal, maybe a bit nerdy. Pool table, bookshelves covered in old and new tech devices, bookshelves covered in books - fictional and technical both.

Sam's? Rich people. Not much for interacting with anyone except their fellow rich friends; noticeably stuck-up (except Sam, who somehow escaped the generational curse of ass-holier-than-thou-ness. Though maybe 'generational' was a bit unfair, given Ida).

So he goes down, down, down, until he stops hitting empty space. Then he goes back up, to what appears to be the bottom floor - though he'll have to check for stairs leading down, since the basement could just be smaller than everywhere else and not beneath him. It is a castle.

Or at least it's castle-sized.

He wanders around, back in the visible range.

He can't help but notice the many unconscious and/or tied up ninjas he passes on his journey.

Odd.

Danny emerges from the hall into a large chamber, with lamps covering the walls. He idly notices a pair of brightly-dressed people tying up a few more ninjas at the bottom of the stairs - stairs that curve around either side of a large pool.

"Hell yeah they got a pool!" he shouts as he dives arms-first into the middle of the water. Or...ecto-water? It's a little discolored green, and now that's he's in it he can just feel the energy brushing over his skin.

It's pretty refreshing.

He swims seven laps below the surface - doing loops and spins and just generally taking his time - before he surfaces to breathe.

Which he stills needs to do in human form. Just less often.

He could just go intangible to breath - a little hack he discovered by accident - but it's still kind of awkward.

Plus, he's kind of curious about the costume dudes. If they're still there.

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It's been a long month for the batfam.

All of Arkham managed to escape on the full moon on the first of the month, and they might as well have set up a rotation schedule for their attacks.

None of them have had a moment's peace since.

And to top it all off, Ra's was up to something fishy. The League had been moving differently for two weeks now.

Tim and Damian had both taken notice, and had quietly agreed that the two of them should handle it themselves. Once only a few rogues remained out of Arkham - the Joker not among them - they disappeared onto a plane, a text in the group chat about doing some in-person research on a case all they left behind.

Everyone was worried - and Bruce was furious - but for all Gotham was finally relatively stable again they still couldn't afford to leave. Not with Riddler having something so clearly in the works. A quick promise to be safe and they cut off all of their tech.

They only needed a guard, but Damian insisted on the ones closest to the Pit since they were more likely to know something. It was supposed to be a quick in-and-out kidnapping; lucky for them most of the assassins seemed occupied with something on the upper-levels, meaning they only had to take out perhaps a dozen including the target.

They are very nearly done tying up their kidnappee when they hear "Hell yeah they got a pool!" and whip their heads around just in time to see a black-haired, blue-eyed boy somewhere between their ages and wearing jeans and a t-shirt dive directly into the Lazarus Pit.

They both try to shout a warning, but they're already too late. He was midair before they saw him.

And now he was dead.

He looked completely uninjured, there's no way the Pit didn't kill him.

"There is no way that was a League approved outfit," Tim says, still a bit in shock. "Was that a tourist???"

"Impossible, there is no way the League would be incompetent enough to allow a mere tourist through, no matter how distracted they are," Damian shoots down, rushing up the stairs and leaving Tim to heft their would-be-kidnappee and scramble up behind him.

Damian stops at the top of the pool to look down, and Tim joins him, kidnappee thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

The Lazarus water is still. No bubbles. No movement.

"Shit," Tim breathes, feeling numb.

They came all this way to keep something bad from happening only to see some guy kill himself by diving into a 'pool.'

"A pool. Why? Who looks at a bubbling, steaming, metal-smelling, miscolored vat of liquid in the middle of what he has to have noticed is the sketchiest building ever and thinks it's a pool!?"

Tim hears Damian's tut over his own internal screaming.

"There is nothing we can do for him," he shakes his head, turning to Tim. "Let's move-"

The surface of the water breaks not three feet from them. The diver shakes the Lazarus water from his head and wipes his eyes, calm-as-you-please, before he looks up at them.

"Yo," he says, swimming over to rest his folded arms on the edge of the Pit.

He makes no move to get out, just treading water.

In the Lazarus Pit.

"So like, do you guys have beef with the ninjas or something?" He asks into ensuing silence.

Tim barely restrains himself from mouthing 'ninjas.'

Damian, on the other hand, snaps out of his shock.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" he asks. Important questions, given that the task isn't something just anyone could achieve.

Not even taking into account the fact that the guy is using a Lazarus. Pit. Like it's a damn kiddy pool.

"Danny, nice to meet you!" he smiles, feet splashing slightly in the water behind him. Tim and Damian flinch at the spray that hits no a foot from them. "I was brought here. Bashed over the head, strapped to a table. You know how it is. I ruined a lot of Old Dude's paperwork, though, so I think we're almost even. You?"

"We don't have a lot of time," Tim rushes to explain, "They'll only be distracted up there for so long but those aren't 'ninjas.' They're assassins. We're here following a lead on a change in their activity. The 'Old Dude' is named Ra's Al Ghul, he's the leader of all of the assassins and if you actually damaged any of his belongings he and his entire organization are going to do everything in their power to kill you."

Not that Tim was sure he'd succeed, given the guy was still just chilling in a Lazarus Pit. And also snorted at the warning.

But he was likely connected to the changes in LoA activity, making him a lead - on top of, apparently, a kidnapping victim.

They needed to go, but Tim has a feeling the case will be easier to solve if he comes with them.

"Look, even if you can handle yourself, it doesn't mean you have to. We know the way out, we're leaving now. Come with us; we'll make sure you get home safely," he offers, holding out his free hand.

"Taking me home already? I don't even know your name," the diver - Danny - flashes a cocky grin.

"Red Robin," he answers, trying to stomp down the blush that wants to crawl up his neck to his face.

"Yum."

The blush wins.

Damian grabs Danny's hand, nudging Tim out of the way "so you don't drop the suspect. Tch" and introducing himself as "Robin."

It's a flimsy excuse but Tim shakes his head and ignores it.

"Towels?" he asks, hoping Damian will remember where they are - he really doesn't want to get Lazarus water in the batplane.

"No need!" Danny chirps, and when they looks back to him he is...completely dry.

"...Right. Let's go."

They make it out of the building and to the batplane, shockingly enough, without seeing anyone else.

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Danny follows the bird-themed strangers out of the castle. Normally he would be so relaxed about this, but it's summer break. He can kill afford to kill a day or two in a different...location. Maybe state, maybe country, maybe universe.

He shoots off an invisible duplicate to keep distracting the ninjas a few floors up, and to deliver his message. The duplicates memories rush back to him not 15 minutes later - by which point he's in a plane miles and miles away.

His copy had found a ninja on the first floor.

"I'm ready to talk," he'd said.

They lead him back to the summoning room - sans summoning symbols - where Ra's & UFL sat on floor cushions around a low table. An empty cushion opposite them awaited him.

"I apologize," Ra's says as he sits, "For the poor first impression. My men can be jumpy, and I suppose the medical room can appear a bit...startling, to the unfamiliar. I assure you we meant no disrespect."

"Mhmmm. What was with the big circle, then?" Danny continues, playing dumb.

"The ritual we performed claimed it was designed to summon the Lord of the Dead. Of course, I should have known such a feat could not be nearly so simple. You are...an emissary, I presume?"

"Or something," Danny flash a sharp grin and green eyes. "Tell you what? You want the Lord of the Dead to hear you out? I'll make it happen."

Ra's and UFL perk up just slightly at that, but Danny holds up a hand before they can say anything.

"But first," he drawls, leaving a slight pause to build suspense. "You have to come find me and finish our game of tag. If you manage to tag me within the next three days I'll give you the meeting you want. If not, I'll come back here on day four and you'll have to send me back, with no reward."

He made sure to emphasize the 'you' while staring at Ra's, who wastes no time leaping the table to tap him.

'Danny' only laughs.

"Only the real me counts, Ra's. But to be fair, I won't use dupes after this one is done is delivering this message." And he is so, so glad his original will retain the memory of the look on his face. Surprised Pikachu: assassin edition is honestly hilarious. "I'll even give you a hint: I flew away with a pair of robins."

With that, 'Danny' disappears, flying away to join back up with his original.

Dp x DC prompt

Damian and Tim are in a League of Shadows base, preparing to capture and question a guard to find out more information they were lacking when a Bruce Adoption Bait of a teen walks in, yells "Hell yeah they got a pool!" and immediately dives into the Lazarus pits in front of them. Tim and Damian are horrified. How did this teen get in? Why did he just kill himself? Why did he think the pit was a pool? Why was he hot?

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 17 : Starry Dreams

Wholesome Chapter before tommorow and I write a longer one for you pookies <33

[𝙽𝚘𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗'𝚜 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚜, 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙳𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗(��𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝙳𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚢)]

"ℍ𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕠 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞... 𝕄𝕪 𝕤𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞..." Nocturn mutters softly as he descended from the makeshift planets of the dream He has placed Danny in. "Nocturn!" Danny cries out for him and ran to hug the Man In relief, "𝕀 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕕 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣��� 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕠𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞... 𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕤𝕖?" Nocturn asks Curiously with a soft smile as Danny tilts his head with a bemused expression Plastered on his delicate face.

Oh the newer scars that cover his body.. How dare they hurt his little Prince of the Stars... The chosen child of the Astral Gods... Such vile humans, atleast now Fright Knight has them under the Nightmare Realms. Nocturn smiles softly as he Carreses Danny's Cheek softly as Danny continues to embrace his beloved Grandfather. "You're extra sparkly today Grampa." Danny mutters and Nocturn could feel his core quench in happiness as his Dear Phantom has finally called him Grampa. HAH. TAKE THAT CLOCKWORK!! IM THE FAVORITE GRANDPA NOW!!

Nocturn took a deep breathe and nodded. "𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞... 𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕤𝕞𝕚𝕔 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕘𝕒𝕝𝕒𝕩𝕚𝕖𝕤." Nocturn says endearingly with an ever so gentle and softer tone, Oh how much he treasured this little Prince... One day once he gains back his full power once again he will torture anyone who dares hurt his dear Phantom... Maybe not everyone so no One fears his Dearest Prince. So may they endear him to their hearts and treasure him as much as he, Dante and many more treasure the prince and Princess.

Klarion will be pleased to hear his little 'cousin' of chaos and destruction Ellie is still being a little demon... Nocturn sighs as he continued to listen to Danny's Day as he listened to Bruce talk to him in his sleep. Damian occasionally visiting and telling him about his day and even introducing Alfred the Cat. Dick being one moment a ray of sunshine then a serious person when his vigilantism comes calling. Stephanie was a new one, she talked about Tim and Tim always Bickered with Her and He could hear Cass giggling at the two bickering. Then there's Barbara Gordon... She sounds like Jazz... It makes his core purr. Duke is also someone new. Duke talks about his day, and talk about school and his crush.

Then there's the occasional Tim Drake being alone with the kid. Everytime he visits he sounded in pain. He talks about how he's watched what's happened to Danny. Danny wants to console him because tim says he's blaming himself for not finding him sooner. They had to wait 2 weeks to find Danny and it pained The Poor Boy. Sometimes Damian too sounds just like tim. They're both blaming themselves for something they couldn't control. Oh these poor boys... Danny wishes he could wake up then and there to console them the way Jazz would have done.

Then there's Bruce... Who Danny likes to call dad now as he occasionally in the month of Danny being asleep sometimes accidentally calls Danny Son, which made Danny laugh. He talks about his family. He barely talks about himself... Then sometimes there's Alfred... He's the butler. Everytime he came around Danny the butler talked about Dad— no... Bruce's Childhood, Saying how much my eyes resemble Miss Martha or Bruce's Mother. He also promised that once He wakes up he will give Danny a jar of cookies he has made and been saving up for Danny. Cass doesn't talk much... But frostbite translates for her, she talks about how much she wishes he'd wake up sooner so they can play. She sounds sweet... Her giggles are sweet too. Jason would come sometimes. He was nice. He loves Dante and Dante loves him, He can't help but smile at the thought of the day they once marry.

Maybe Danny can be the flower Boy or the Best Man, Dante would decide that! Danny wants to watch Dante Marry Jason atleast! He wants to See Dante happy and no longer burdened by the fear of losing Danny or Ellie or any of the Fraid bonds they have created. One day they'll stop running... Maybe they already did...

Frostbite always says to stay safe in my dreams. Maybe he knows he can hear them.. that's relieving. he wants to wake up too. He wants to wake up now as well. His core felt more energized than before! Surely he can wake up now.

He wants to wake up.

Wake up...

"𝕋𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕪 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕣 𝕃𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 ℙ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕞... 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕨?" He hears nocturn ask and he felt himself blink as he stared up at his Grandfather... And Danny Spoke up.

"I..."

"ꀤ ꅏꍏꈤ꓄ ꓄ꂦ ꅏꍏꀘꍟ ꀎꉣ."

Danny widens his eyes and gasping for air as he finally managed to move his body and Wake up. "D-Danny!" Bruce was beside him mid sentence about how Damian was very well behaved today for Danny, Dante was also there and He immediately called frostbite who soon emerges from a Portal. "Oh Great One. Calm down..." He puts his giant paw on Danny's Chest as Danny Stabilizes his breathing and nodding with Frostbite speaking to Calm him back down. "Are you alright danny?" Bruce asks, his heart aching in worry and Danny just laughs and smiles whilst nodding.

"Nocturn .. was there to console me" Danny says with a soft tone, his voice felt ethereal at best. "Calm down with the god Stuff Boy." Dante states and Danny laughs even more and took a deep breathe, his hair that felt as though they were floating just a few seconds ago fell back into their normal place, the other kids was running down Damian And Tim especially. Damian Crashed and Tackled the door Open. "oh fucking god you okay Dami?" Tim asks unexpectedly and Damian nods. Danny laughs at them and almost falls off the Bed but Bruce caught him before he does and sighed in relief. Danny kicked his legs happily and Hugged Bruce.

"You're my Dad Now!" He says happily whilst giggling and Bruce swore his heart skipped a beat, did the kid hear everything they said? Oh my... He must've been waiting to wake himself up... Bruce pats Danny's head and hugs him back. "I guess that's your approval Bruce." Dante chuckled and stood up, Jason hugging Dante's arm but Dante wrapping both of his muscular arms around Jason and Pulling him closer instead. They both looked happy and relieved that Danny is finally awake and as soon as he did he chose Bruce immediately. Jason finally understands Bruce just a little bit more.... Probably because of The Forced Therapy with one of Dan's Friends, Valerie— damn she's brutal.

Anyways that's not the point right now, the point is that Danny has chosen his new Fraid Family... And somehow that brought all of them together as an actual family. Dante ruffles Danny's hair and pressed their foreheads together. "You did amazing Danny... Hopefully Nocturn listened to all your worries and woes and gave you a peaceful clear mind." Dante smiled and Danny nodded profusely. "Nocturn was nice! Always is! He's my favorite grandpa!" Danny laughs and slowly gets off the bed with Frostbite's Help. "Oh Clockwork is so gonna cry to that...." Dante laughed menacingly. Scheming Hot Man of His. Jason loves this man so much.

Please let this Happiness in their life continue... Please don't cause these poor Phantoms of his more Pain.

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚... 𝑺𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝑭𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌...

"Oh please Dear Jasmine... Many things are to come in the future. I didn't say the method would be peaceful..!" Clockwork chuckled as he recovered from his pain of being called the second Favorite Grandfather.

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆... 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 .. 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔... 𝑰 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉.... 𝑺𝒐 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.

Clockwork nods and chuckled amusingly, "You Will soon Jasmine~... Soon enough! Time is Patience and Patience is Time! May the River's water grow shallow and reveal it's hidden secrets but before that we must wait! For waiting is better than forcing." Clockwork smirked Cheekily.

Jazz hated that Smile.

[space-dreams-world]

Inspired by this:

Except there's a twist: Danny adopts Dick, Jason, and maybe Tim.

Danny moved to Gotham (not bad end, but Vlad gets killed, trying to help Danny escape Amity Park, after de aging Dan and Ellie. Fentons, in their confusion and anger, make it even more unsafe for Danny to live there. Fortunately, Vlad made Danny his heir awhile ago, and in leaving, Amity closed their portal and Vlads. Vlad is a full ghost now. So now Danny is a runaway pregnant genderfluid teen that moves to Gotham, whether it be before the wayne murders or after. Jordan isn't born until a year into living in Gotham.)

He sets up a bakery/cafe near crime alley with his apartment on top of it and lab in the basement. He also owns a warehouse that he uses as a storage and training zone. He never makes homeless people pay, and if you can, it's a dollar. Even ghosts show up. He gets to know batman starting out and even maybe starts to court him as bats. They don't officially date until after catwoman reject his proposal, and Damian is permanently with Bruce.

Danny, while not at the circus prior to Graysons' murder, sees an escaped juvie grayson and is able to calm him down, even gets him to speak with his parents again and Danny with the help of Gotham threatens/scares Zucco into fearing for his life. He doesn't bring him back to Juvie but manages to save Dick's things and important paperwork. They declare him missing despite being needed in witness protection. Bruce wants to care for Dick but he doesn't have the same connection to Dick and sees Danny as his own Alfred, when B parents died. Danny raises Dick with a little help from Bruce.

Cannon events also happen, so Two-face and Joker get ahold of Dick for being near Batman and get beaten and shot. Danny brings Dick to the Far frozen and they heal him and he ensures to Two face/Joker that he will feel the same pain as what he has dealt to Dick and almost kills Joker but gets left with a warning.

Court of Owls actually loses Talons to Danny and are his and his kids' bodyguards now while trying to learn how heal them. Unfortunately, Bruce pulls back from the relationship with Danny, and this hurts them both.

Then,when Jason is on the streets, he sticks to near Danny's place and eventually gets adopted, too. Eleanor is born after. Jason loves his new family and is surprised that Bruce is back to dating Danny again. (Which hurts Dick because Bruce only came back for Jason)

In this scenario, Shelia reaches out to Jason for bribery reasons, and when Joker shows up, Danny is having none of it. He kills Mr. J crushes his soul and brings Jason to the Yeti, where he flatlines and gets to become a halfa instantly. This time, Danny is the one that pulls from Bruce as he never found out where Danny took Dick and now Jason to heal. So in the 6 months Jason was in the Zone practicing, Bruce took the worst of it and thought he was dead, but in reality Jason in the zone training with his powers and Dick helps out with his enhanced liminality. What seems like a death to Bruce is a coma or a loss of mobility for Jason. Bruce just assumes he's dead.

Dick grows up to be either a gymnast instructor or a social worker. Jason would be studying for literature or social or justice reform. Dan is a mechanic or security guard. He works part-time at the cafe and helps with branding and making the sweets. Jason, Jordan, and Ellie also help in the shop. Stephanie is a part timer.

Tim, during one of his photoscapedes, gets caught, and Danny and/or the kids save him and bring him to Danny. Tim, while dealing with years of parental neglect, stays with them, or Danny notifies Bruce of this. Either Tim stays with Danny, and despite Drakes having more money and power, Danny's otherness freaks them out and they decide fuck this or similar to cannon, Bruce adopts Tim.

Bruce, by the end of this, officially only has one or three kids: Damian, Cass, and/or Tim.

[I don't know if I want the boys into vigilante. It seems hypocritical for Danny to say no to vigilantism,but in another reality to this one, Danny says yes to the boys being vigilantes]

Hilariously, Danny and his kids show up to a Gala as Masters Heirs.

Jazz moves to Gotham after College to either be a doctor or work in Arkham.

Sam, while trying to leave her parents grasp, goes to Gotham for personal reasons and her parents threaten to cut her off from her inheritance unless she shows up at important events or Galas to support the Manson name.

Tucker is a tech fan and also moves to Gotham, but it is a bit of a recluse, but he takes an interest in teaching Babs, Dick and Tim in Hacking. He is an IT guy for Wayne Industries and an app creator.

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Danny had origallany moved into this new world filled with hope and optimism. Heck, the city he moved to was named Metropolis for ancients sake and was protected by a colorful man in red underpants. He had rights in this world as a "metahuman" and he didn't need to protect anyone with all these superheros around. It was perfect.

Or so he thought.

It all started when he met and subsequently flirted with a man named Tom Davidson. They clicked almost instantly even while his little brother Damian gave Tom the stink eye. Eventually they had to leave and they happily gave thier farewells. Danny later kicks himself for not getting Toms number.

Damian confronts Tim, asking why he lied and Tim responded that he didn't want to be out as Tim Drake: Gotham Rich Guy and wanted to be normal for a while, which Damian reluctantly accepted. Tim thinks this was more because he didn't want to escalate and get into even more trouble with Bruce. That was how he got stuck with a babysitter in the first place.

"Tom" and Danny meet again a few weeks later outside of a coffee shop and they recognize eachother. Danny waves him over and they drink coffee together and chat. Afterwards Danny asks him out to coffee and they set up a time and date.

Danny didn't think asking his crush out would be this easy.

Tim actually didn't realize he'd been asked out on a date date and is just happy to hang out with someone he shares so many hobbies with.

After weeks of accidental dating, Danny invites Tim out to a fancy restaurant for a date and nothing goes as planned. First, a snobby waitress had tried to give out the table Danny had made reservations for (the one in the most romantic part of the restaurant and thus he had to pay extra) to one of her own friends and thier own date and Danny had ask the manager what was going on which got the manager involved and the girl got fired. She got dragged out yelling about who her daddy was. So already not a good night.

Both Danny and Tim were kinda awkward after that. But wait, there's more! The lady who was supposed to get the table for free thanks to her friend tried going full Karen, much to the horror of her date, who told her off and broke up with her right then and there. Fireworks ensued but Tom and Danny were seated soon after so they didn't get to see the rest. The restaurant did offer to give them complimentary desert as an apology, which was nice.

Danny said something like, "I was expecting dinner, but the show was a surprise!" Which broke the ice and got them laughing and chatting while they waited for thier meals. At some point while eating Tom perked up and said he needed to go to the bathroom and rushed off quickly. Danny thought it was odd, but blamed his paranoia on the fact he used that excuse so much to get away from situations and go play hero.

At first thats what he thought Tom was doing when he didn't come back for a while, so Danny got up and went to the bathroom to confirm his suspicions. Instead of an empty bathroom he saw Tom in there kissing some blond guy.

Danny just turned around and left without making a sound. What fresh soap opera hell was this? He walked up to thier waitress and explained the situation. She quickly got his food boxed up with both his and Toms complimentary deserts (he'll take a victory here no matter how petty) and he paid the bill and gave her a large tip before speedwalking out the door.

He ghosted Tom after that. It was a good thing he never Gave Tom his address he guessed.

He didn't see Tom for almost a month before he ran into him at a farmers market in Gotham accompanied by an elderly man in a sling. Tom introduced the man as Alfred. Alfred was very polite. Danny, however, was not. "Why are you introducing him to me?" He asked bitterly. "We're not friends."

"We're not?!" Tom asked, having the audacity to look shocked.

Danny nearly growled, but didn't want it getting out that he was anything other than perfectly human, so he bit his cheek and turned to walk away. Unfortunately for both Danny and Tom, the latter had grabbed his wrist to keep him from leaving and Danny snapped.

He grabbed the first thing he could, which was a cabbage from a nearby cart. Ignoring the owners shout of "My Cabbages!" He proceeded to absolutely hail down veggie based pain onto the creep that broke his heart. He slapped a fifty into cabbage guys hand before he turned and left in a huff.

By the time Tim recovered he was covered in veggies and bruises and very confused. Tim decided he had a new case: What the heck did I do???

Danny was mad cause he keeps running into his cheating ex. He had agreed to let Lex Corp send him out to Gotham for a few weeks on a business trip in hopes of avoiding the guy but now he's seeing him everywhere.

Angry and tired, he was not pleased to hear shouting and explosions outside his street. He opened his window and saw the Joker fighting the local hero and yelled at them to keep it down. The Joker was momentarily distracted and got his lights punched out by Batman for it.

Danny didn't think anything of the incident after that, just rolling over into bed and falling asleep. Of course the Joker tracks him down and breaks into his hotel room to try and kill him. Which leads to Danny killing the Joker in self defense.

Theres a media crapstorm from this. Danny swears he heard Vicky Vale in his hotels vents but that may have just been him hallucinating. Some super hot guy with biceps that made Danny blush hugged him and thanked him. Hes not really sure what that was about but he was just glad this was over and he could leave this cursed city in a few days.

Then Batman broke in. Danny told him to scram and somehow it turned into a fight. Maybe Batman was trying to intimidate him. Maybe he was genuinely trying to beat up a 19 year old. Whatever the reason he had still broken into a guys hotel room and attacked him...which lead to Danny panicking and using his powers to get Batman off of him...unfortunately he used the wrong power- intangibility- and killed the man instantly. His organs were on the floor, soon followed by Dannys vomit when he saw them.

The bats got the alert of Bruces vitals stopping and went nuts. Danny looked at the corpse and decided now would be a good time to get the heck out of dodge.

Of course Red Hood shows up in his apartment in Metropolis. He sat at Dannys dining table cleaning his gun and asked Danny to take a seat.

Instead of threatening him like Danny expected he began asking questions. Mostly about some "Tim" guy. Eventually everything was cleared up. Danny was mad as a hornet finding out that "Tom Davidson" was actually Tim Drake and that he was 17 instead of 19, and that he was dating that blond guy from the restaurant and claiming he didn't even realize that Danny had asked him out, which Danny called bs on.

Danny felt somewhat sick at learning he had dated a minor, even if it was supposedly only technical and only for a month or so. Danny was 19 and Tim was 17 and Danny didn't think that was okay. Hood waved it off and had him explain the events surrounding the Joker and Batmans break ins and eventually told him that he would deal with the bats but told him to watch his back because the bats were grieving and it was hard to tell what they were going to do.

[britcision]

I’m spoiling you all, really, the last chapter was just last night

Buuuuut it’s WIP Wednesday, so enjoy!

Chapters in the tag

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Pay Attention To Me Dammit

“Okay,” Danny sucked in a deep breath, surfacing from Jason’s suit to two deeply concerned pairs of blue eyes, “let’s get somewhere private real fast.”

Tucker snickered, helpfully extracting both him and Sam from Jason’s arms.

“I can’t fucking believe you forgot Vlad was coming,” he sighed, voice still shaking as he gave Jason a once over.

Sam, sucking in huge gasps of air, pinched his arm as she straightened.

“Oh shut up, not like you brought him up either,” she wheezed, still grinning.

“Vladdie’s gonna be fucking heartbroken,” Tucker sighed happily, shoving Danny towards a corner.

People were definitely looking. And not just the other four bats; regular guests were watching behind fans, hands, or just deadass staring.

Tim took over, catching Danny’s wrist and pulling the other boy after him. They weren’t that far off the same height.

“So, should I take it that “Vlad” being here is a good thing or a bad thing?” He asked, pulling on his best socialite smile, heading for one of the hall exits instead.

“Side room?” Jason wondered, guiding Sam and Tucker quickly after him. Tim nodded without looking back.

“They shouldn’t be busy yet. We can talk without being overheard,” he added to the other three, who obligingly sped up.

“As for your question, Vlad being here is… probably gonna end up being nothing?” Danny offered, doing his best smiles for the rich assholes they passed.

Sam kicked him in the ankle.

“Wait til we’re alone,” she said quietly, hustling Tucker along.

Unsurprisingly to Jason and Tim, the first side room already had four other people sitting in it, on two extremely plush couches, angled at right angles and facing a fireplace. Before Danny could turn to find another, Steph caught his hand and pulled him in.

“Hi, Stephanie Brown, friend of the Waynes, we’re gonna talk all about Jason’s adorable little crush on you but first, what did you need privacy for?” She asked, eyes bright with innuendo.

Danny grinned right back, already liking this one, and relaxed when Tim and Jason guided the others in and shut the door.

“Well, I guess you all being here means no one has to be found later… and the more eyes the better in this case,” he mused, looking over the other teens and young adult.

Dick waved at Tucker, grinning sarcastically.

“Danny. And Danny,” he added, nodding to Danny himself.

Sam hid a snicker behind her hand.

“That’s what you went with?” She asked Tucker, and he grinned entirely unrepentantly back.

“What, Jason said he told them who I was,” he said in his very best innocent voice.

Before they could get going, Jason raised a hand.

“I’m gonna guess there was a reason you snuck Danny in other than getting back at Sam’s parents? Vlad Masters,” he prodded, dropping to sit on one of the plush royal blue couches next to Cass.

All three Amity Parkers sobered immediately.

“Right… yeah, we should sit for this,” Tucker agreed, glancing around the room. Seating for nine was going to be tight, but… well, he may no longer be a teenager, but he was still seating-flexible.

Introductions were made as people juggled themselves around, finally ending with Cass, Jason, and Danny on one sofa, Sam, Steph, and Damian on the other, and Dick and Tim perching on windowsill or sofa arm respectively. Tucker took the floor.

Once movement stilled, Danny exchanged glances with Sam and Tucker. Maybe hoping that for once, he wouldn’t be doing the explaining?

He shoulda known better.

Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair and didn’t lean intentionally into Jason’s side. It was good to have another halfa around, that was all.

“Sooooo… cliff’s notes? Vlad Masters is a shady millionaire who uses some seriously unethical shit to make predatory deals with other millionaires to steal their fortune. We think he’s here to make his way to that final “b”, byyyy stealing your dad’s fortune,” he explained quickly, glancing around at the Waynes and adjacents he could see.

They did not look convinced.

Tim frowned, leaning forward on his knee and steepling his fingers.

“If you have proof of that, shouldn’t someone already be looking into him?” He asked contemplatively, eyes fixed on Danny’s face.

It was. Weirdly intense.

Fighting down discomfort, Danny shrugged.

“So remember when I said deeply unethical? Think like, mind control. He’s hard to investigate.”

“You make him sound like a supervillain,” Dick noted from the windowsill.

Sam raised a pointed eyebrow at him.

“Duh, we said “millionaire”.”

“Hey,” Tim protested, leaning around Steph to frown at her, “I’m a millionaire.”

She stared him dead in the eye while Steph snickered.

“I said what I said.”

“And so are you,” he shot back sharply, eyes narrowing.

Sam didn’t blink.

“I work at a plant nursery my parents don’t approve of and pay my own tuition. My family are millionaires; I’m not,” she said plainly.

Tim puffed up his cheeks, but let them deflate silently. Jason definitely wasn’t smirking.

Cass leaned forwards suddenly, eyes darting around the room searchingly before settling on Sam.

“Masters. Your connection?” She asked softly, the others stilling to hear her.

Both of Sam’s brows rose, but she didn’t comment at hearing the other girl’s voice for the first time. She looked to Danny instead, raising an eyebrow.

Danny blew out a huff of air, ruffling his bangs.

“So… we… well…”

“He wants to fuck Danny’s mom and adopt Danny,” Tucker said bluntly, tipping his head back to hit Danny’s knees and grinning up at him.

Danny poked him in the forehead, but didn’t refute it.

“Yeah. So he’s kinda been my problem for a while. And he’s the mayor of Amity Park now? Is he still?” He asked, looking from one to the other.

Sam shrugged.

“Think so. I haven’t heard about anyone new.”

The Waynes and co were all kind of just… staring at them. Danny gave them jazz hands.

“And now he’s heeeeeere. He probably won’t make any moves if he knows I’m around, but we should keep an eye on him around Mr Wayne anyway.”

“And we can add him to the fuckery list, along with Sam’s parents,” Tucker added with a very satisfied smile.

It drew all eyes his way, ranging from intrigued to sceptical.

“How?” Steph asked, eyes bright.

Tucker waved a hand over the room.

“Black hair. Blue eyes. For one thing, Mr Drake-Wayne is even the same height, so if he sees you from behind, he could be confused. Dick’s not far off either. And best of all,” he added while the others did quick visual comparisons, decidedly smug, “we hint that Bruce is thinking of accepting Danny as an intern. Step one of Wayne Adoption.”

Sam’s eyes lit up with evil glee.

“Oh he’d do his fucking nut if you cozied up to someone richer than him, Danny,” she gasped, hands bouncing on her lap.

Danny hesitated for a moment, glancing over at Jason. Who was looking back, gears clearly turning. Seeing that he had Danny’s eye, he leaned in quickly.

“Vlad Masters would be Vlad Plasmius, yes?” He asked in a low voice. He’d scanned the database more than read in detail, but he knew the basics.

One very important basic.

Vlad was the other halfa.

And Vlad could sense other halfas. For a hot second Danny very nearly took off out of the room, ready to go find and kick Vlad’s ass and keep him far, far away from Jason.

He didn’t realise he’d clenched his fists until one of them was held in a large, hot hand. Slowly, shakily he uncurled them, checking for blood in the deep half moon crevices now dug in his palms.

Nothing. He was fine.

“Danny?” Jason asked softly, and Danny looked up to his face. There was something in his eyes, something familiar in the way they flashed a deep, sudden green when their eyes met.

Yeah, Jason’s Obsession was fucking definitely Protection, at least in part. Danny clasped his hand quickly, half worried Jason was gonna do just what he’d had to try so hard not to.

Would it have been that bad if Jason was just his friend, not his knight?

There was no way to know anymore.

Covering Jason’s hands in both of his, he gave Jason the best smile he could.

“I’m fine. But yeah, that’s him. And we… should probably also have a private word.” Because there was this sudden, very nasty little temptation curling through him.

“Would this private word have anything to do with Jason almost going full feral?” Dick asked with a studied innocence that had at least a master’s degree.

Which was when Danny noticed that the rest were all staring at them. At their clasped hands. At Jason’s still a little too green eyes.

**

Jason grimaced, fully aware of what they must have seen. He tamped the green down firmly, pushing against the wave of protect-protect-PROTECT the pit was damn near screaming inside him.

Wasn’t entirely sure it was only the pit.

Watching Danny tense up like that, clearly in the throes of fight or flight, pulled at something primal inside him.

Jason didn’t know who Vlad Masters was, what he looked like, what he was doing, but he was fully willing to throw him out of the building by the neck if Danny would relax even a little.

He threatens my king, something growled in the back of his mind and Jason’s hands jerked.

That was fucking new. And not fucking welcome.

He looked to Dick instead, giving him a strained smile. It was the best he could do right now.

“Yeah,” he admitted, not fully comfortable with how strained his voice sounded. How tight his throat felt.

Had the pit tried to use his mouth? Make him speak?

Just the thought made him want to puke, but he pushed that down too. He had shit to do today, and the pit wasn’t gonna ruin it.

“I told you he was helping me with the pit,” he added when Dick still looked calculatedly calm. Definitely not about to tackle him to the ground if he moved too suddenly.

Fuck Jason hoped Dick never tried. When they fought for fun, for training, sure Dick could hand him his ass six ways from Sunday. But when the green took over…

He didn’t want to hurt his brother. None of his brothers, ever again.

Except maybe a little bit psychologically.

“Fenton’s eyes changed too,” Damian said sharply, and oooh absolutely nothing in Jason liked that accusatory tone.

Not about Danny. Not about his king.

His head snapped around to glare at the youngest and knew his eyes had gone green again from the way the others recoiled. All but Sam and Danny. And Damian himself, suicidal little gremlin.

All but Cass, who slipped herself carefully but immovably back into his lap, hooking her feet into the backs of his knees and hands on his cheeks. Pinning him in place.

Making him look at her, not Damian.

She studied his expression intensely, her eyes saying more than even Dick could manage.

And there was a hand in his again, gently soothing across his fingers until his knuckles opened, and Cass let him look away to Danny. Doing just what Jason had done less than a minute ago.

Danny didn’t have to tell his secrets to anyone he didn’t want to. Not now, not the first time they met, not before he trusted them.

Anger-protect-not their business

And Danny smiled back, all gentle and soft, and Jason settled back, relaxing muscles he hadn’t noticed tensing.

Reassurance-calm-safe safe safe-trust

If Jason trusted them, Danny would too. And if that didn’t sting something right in his chest.

Danny cleared his throat, turning back to the rest of the room and giving them a slightly tighter smile.

“Yeah. I. Uh… I was exposed to the Lazarus pits? About a year before Jason was. So I know what it’s like when it gets too strong.”

Half truths at best, but close enough to be believed. To make sense.

Close enough that no one except Damian, tactless boy wonder, would ever ask.

“Only the dying can survive exposure to the pits,” the boy snapped, eyes sharp as he studied Danny in a new light.

Jason’s hands nearly clenched again, but this time Danny’s was in the way. Protecting Danny meant not crushing Danny’s hand.

Good loophole.

“The dying and the dead,” Danny agreed placidly, calm just barely tinted by amusement.

Jason closed his eyes, let himself focus on breathing in Danny’s aura.

Was that a hint of trouble-fun-plans plans mayhem?

Damian squinted at Danny for another long moment, then nodded sharply and sat back. Steph punched him.

“Damian, you can’t just go asking people if they’ve died,” she hissed in a comically loud whisper.

“It was relevant to the conversation!” Damian insisted, immediately sitting back up to defend his honour. Steph tweaked his nose and he properly growled, gearing up to tackle her.

“It was rude, Baby Bat,” Dick coaxed gently, coming from the windowsill to the couch to scoop Damian into his arms.

The only one of them who could have done it and survived. Damian glowered up at him too, then folded his arms and scowled at the floor.

Dire retributions would surely be incoming.

“Hey, it’s cool,” Danny caused, grinning along with the others now that the tension had broken. “He just wanted to know I’m not gonna hurt Jason, right?”

All eyes turned back to Damian, who squinted suspiciously at Danny again. Jason was ready for the flare of protectiveness this time.

Danny was fine. He could handle the demon brat, even if Dick didn’t have him in hand already.

Jason didn’t want to hurt his brother.

Which caused a different, confusing flare of protectiveness because what he needed to protect Damian from was himself, and the self same flares.

He stifled a chuckle that would probably only make things worse.

Finally Damian huffed, turning away into Dick’s arms.

“Tt. Ridiculous. I only wished to be sure you spoke the truth,” he snapped, and the room resettled.

Danny raised both hands, grinning, and Cass shuffled to rest her ear over Jason’s heart.

“Okay?” She asked softly, moving her feet from his pressure points. Jason brought his other arm up and around her, squeezing gently.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thanks,” he replied just as quietly, resting his cheek in her hair.

“Well, this does also kinda simplify things,” Danny added with a chuckle, leaning back against the couch. “I can just tell all of you; Vlad’s also been ecto…. Pit contaminated. And we can sense each other, so he’s going to know Jason is too.”

That geared the bats back up, all turning back to stare at Danny. Who grinned utterly wickedly.

“So Vladdie gets to be on the rare and extremely valued double fuckery list.”

“Is he gonna try and do anything to Jason?” Steph asked sharply, posture tensing towards the door like it might open at any second.

Tucker shrugged, moving back to lean against the couch next to Danny’s legs. He’d wisely made himself scarce when there was a chance either halfa would make a break for it.

“Like Danny said, Vlad probably won’t try anything if he knows we’re around? He can’t do his mind control on Danny so he’s gotta keep it in his pants, even if he’d rather not.”

Sam brightened, catching on to where the boys were going.

“But because Vlad is like… Obsessed with Danny for being like him, there’s a chance he’ll wanna try and adopt Jason too,” she said slowly, her smile becoming full and wicked.

“And since we’re already planning to have me and Jason caught in some indelicate way to upset the Mansons,” Danny added, utterly self satisfied, “we can fry his brain thinking he can only adopt one of us.”

“And that’s after we make him play Find The Real Danny,” Tucker jumped in, grinning broadly, “because it’s not specific enough to track a single person in a busy room. Do you guys do accents?”

Tim and Dick exchanged glances and shrugged.

“Yours wouldn’t be hard,” Tim pointed out, a smirk pulling across his own face as he nodded to Danny.

“I’d like to know why we’re also fucking with the Mansons though?” Dick asked, raising an eyebrow at Sam. Who shrugged.

“They refused to let me bring my girlfriend as a plus one. So we’re gonna ruin me for men and make them think twice next time.”

“Wait, so you’re not dating Danny?” Steph asked, proving she had been hovering during their little meet and greet.

None of the Amity Parkers seemed surprised. Not by her listening in, anyway.

Danny flushed cherry red, Tucker burst out laughing, and Sam smirked.

“Not since high school,” she said casually. Danny groped around for a throwable pillow but came up short.

For some reason, Jason felt absolutely no need to protect his king from some righteous bullying. Another fun loophole.

Must be the lack of potential stabbing.

Dick grinned suddenly, now leaning on the other arm of the couch from Tim.

“Okay, but we definitely don’t tell this part to Bruce,” he said eagerly, beckoning all the others closer. “If Jason’s job is to flirt with Sam and defile Danny, we were also here to meet Danny as Jason’s friend.”

“Let Bruce think Danny’s leading you both on!” Steph finished, clapping her hands and cackling. “Oh it’s perfect!”

Sam cackled along with her, turning a much warmer smile on the other girl.

“Oh, my parents would love to trash talk Danny to him too, they’ve probably already hurried off to let him know I’m “eligible”,” she agreed with the most sarcastic air quotes Jason had ever seen.

Steph lurched immediately to her feet.

“We’re gonna miss it! Okay, so our first task is to make sure Vlad knows Danny is here, right? So he knows not to try anything on Bruce,” she added to confirm, looking between the Amity Parkers.

Danny frowned thoughtfully, touching his lower lip. Jason tried not to focus on it.

“He should know as soon as we get within proximity of each other… so probably once we’re both in the big room?”

Tim nodded, rising along with Steph, the fire of planning in his eyes.

“Sam and Jason need to be seen to be flirting, but Danny doesn’t have to be with them. Dick and I can wander through the crowd, keeping an eye out for Masters but keeping our faces turned away. Cass, can you help with that?”

Cass nodded, sitting straighter and resting her head on Jason’s shoulder instead.

“Yes. Can be Dick’s eyes, signal you both.”

Tim nodded, turning to point to Damian.

“And if you can get as close to Masters as you can, you can signal us too if he gets too close to Bruce or us.”

Damian nodded, all ruffled feathers smoothing as he straightened his suit.

“I shall watch him for any suspicious moves. I can also run interference if he approaches Father.”

Steph nodded happily and clapped her hands, pointing both at Tucker.

“And you can join me in spying on the Mansons and recording them if they talk to Bruce, for the rest of us to enjoy later!” She declared triumphantly.

Tucker shot to his feet, grinning broadly.

“Yeah! And if they catch us we can tell them Jason and Sam are doing something, or ask if they’ve seen Danny,” he agreed, bouncing on his toes. He stuck a hand out in front of him. “Ready?”

Steph slapped her palm down on the back of his hand.

“Ready!”

The room now filled with purpose, everyone came to join Tucker, sticking their hands in in a circle, even as Damian complained about “ridiculous social rituals”.

No one else seemed to mind, tossing their hands into the air as they all whispered “BREAK!”, not wanting to be heard from the hallway.

As the room emptied, Danny hung back, catching Jason’s eye.

“So I know you’re probably not ready to talk about this,” he said softly as Sam lingered in the doorway, her back conspicuously to them, “but I just need to ask you if there was electricity involved when you died.”

Jason felt his whole body tense, less than pleasant memories rushing to the fore. Broken bones. A blade in his leg. Explosion.

No electricity.

He could see the strain on Danny’s face as his mind cleared, and shook his head.

“No. Why?” He asked warily, suddenly very concerned.

Danny made a face that did precisely nothing to lessen it, looking away.

“Because there was when I died, and Vlad knows it. And he… he can control electricity. But you’ll be fine, well, other than the usual “oh no a bad guy is shooting me with electricity”, right?”

Danny was babbling now, clearly trying to distract himself, but all Jason could see was pure, pulsing green. Before he knew he’d moved he had an arm wrapped firmly around slender shoulders, crushing Danny to his chest.

He didn’t need to be told that reminders of a ghost’s death wounds could be debilitating. He’d have known without the data. Without the catch in Danny’s voice.

“If he ever lays a fucking finger on you again I’ll fucking kill him,” he growled, his voice coming out almost as low as his helmet modulator.

Danny stiffened for just a moment in his grasp, then relaxed against him.

“I mean, I can handle myself,” he protested weakly, voice somewhat muffled in Jason’s jacket, “but I’m not gonna fight you on that one, Jay.”

It soothed something inside him, something hot in the center of his chest that burned at just the thought of anyone hurting the man in his arms.

Attacking him. Using the pain and trauma of his death against him. Attacking his king.

A gentle hand soothed up and down his spine.

Safe-protected-I’m okay-safe

It took a minute before Jason could bring himself to let go, smiling sheepishly down at Danny.

“Sorry. Guess I’m… uh, not used to dealing with anything other than rage from the pit,” he explained weakly.

It felt stupid, comparing something as soft as the urge to protect to those bloodthirsty rampages. That didn’t make it any less true.

Danny shrugged, rolling out his shoulders and grinning up at him.

“Hey, like I said. Shoulda seen me when I first changed. Anyway, shall we go make Vlad’s night a living hell?” He asked wickedly, a cheeky smile on his face.

Jason nodded and made for the door, giving Sam a small smile of appreciation. She looked between the two of them and snickered.

“Yeah, rumpling you both up in a closet’s gonna be easy breezy,” she said lazily, pushing the door open again. “You should trade ties.”

Danny’s hand flew to his throat and he chuckled softly, then shook both of his hands out.

“Okay… time to go make sure Vladdie knows I’m around,” he sighed, cracking his neck. Like he was limbering up for a fight?

Jason cocked a brow, taking Sam’s arm.

“What are you gonna do?” He asked as they moved out into the hall, back towards the ballroom.

Danny shot him a quick grin.

“Expand my aura to cover the whole room. He’ll know I’m flexing, and he won’t be able to miss it. Should help confuse him about Tim and Dick too, since the whole place is gonna feel like me,” he added, and Jason grinned.

Alright, that was gonna be a useful trick. Time to see that famous Ghost King aura put to the test.

He wasn’t really expecting to feel a change really. He was close enough that Danny’s aura was still brushing gently over his, soothing the pit that he was right there.

Ready and close if Jason needed to protect him.

And then Danny’s brows furrowed for a moment, he flexed his shoulders back, and Jason was surrounded in pulsing waves of DANNY-DANNY-DANNY.

He didn’t know he’d stumbled until Sam caught him, her hand small on his chest right over the thudding pulse of his heart.

He barely felt it. All he could see, all he could hear, all he could feel was the raw power surging out of the man beside him.

Feeling Frostbite in the Far Frozen had been overwhelming. This… this rewrote the beat of his heart, crawled with his breath into his lungs, curled around every deep and intimate part of himself.

Everything was right in the world. His King was here. The pit fucking sang in his veins.

Aaaand Jason hadn’t been this hard in dress pants since he’d been an excitable teenager who couldn’t help it. Eyes closing, he swayed back against the hallway wall.

He could just barely feel Sam’s hand still on his chest, a grounding point as he sucked in deep breaths. Heard her snicker as the ringing in his ears began to die down.

“You’re getting better at that, Danny,” she noted, and Jason hissed.

This could have been worse? More? How?

And then Danny’s hand was at his shoulder too and he didn’t need to open his eyes to know it. Knew the touch, the feel, the way the pit surged warmth to the spot.

Heard Danny’s soft voice as though it were being broadcast straight into his head.

“Hey, you okay?” He asked quietly, and Jason honestly wasn’t sure.

Think about Bruce’s old underwear commercials. Jane Austen novels. Alfred’s expression if Jason ruined his good pants this fucking early into a party.

Later, maybe, it’d give a flare of authenticity but Danny almost certainly wouldn’t be down.

Danny. There was someone here who wanted to hurt Danny.

Jason’s eyes snapped open and he sucked in another deep breath. It was still redolent of Danny’s aura, still cupping him on every side, but he had a purpose now. A job to do.

He managed a slightly strained smile.

“‘M fine. It’s just a shock.” He cleared his throat, reaching down to tug at the front of his trousers as subtly as he could. “Is, uh… is it always like that?”

Danny looked confused for a moment, still concerned, but it was easier to miss the pulsing beat of his emotions now. Easier to focus.

He’d protect Danny’s feelings too, but he couldn’t do that if he was overwhelmed.

Finally Danny shrugged, glancing out towards the ballroom.

“I wouldn’t know… it doesn’t feel all that different to me. Just like everyone in the room is now inside my personal space,” he added, pulling a face.

Jason stared at him for a long moment, wondering how the hell he was going to ask. If he even wanted to mention the effects it had had - was still having, cleaning guns, Alfred in lace, Vlad was still here.

Nope.

Just. Nope. Not opening that can of worms today.

If Danny didn’t know that just feeling him all around him like that was gonna send Jason to horny jail, Jason was just never gonna tell him. And if Vlad had an even similar reaction, Jason would double kick his ass.

Hauling himself away from the wall, Jason cleared his throat again and fixed his jacket.

“Alright… I’m good. Shall we?” He asked Sam, offering her his arm this time. She gave him a quick up and down, raised a brow, but didn’t comment.

“Sure you are,” she chuckled softly, taking his arm with a reluctant half smile, turning back to Danny. “Are you gonna stick close, or do you wanna recon Vlad?”

Danny considered it for a moment, moving with them as they returned to the hall. Then he shrugged.

“I might go take a peek, but if I see your parents I’ll third wheel back on over. You guys should go mosey,” he added, waving a hand quickly.

Jason nodded, tucking Sam closer, turned back to the room, and… froze. Sam, utterly unaffected, made it a couple steps forward before she noticed and turned back, frowning.

“Hey, what’s up?” She asked in a low whisper, eyes flicking around them.

Good fucking question.

Jason closed his eyes, sucking in a slow breath and trying to work out what had shot down his spine like cold water. Brows furrowed, he tried to will his feet to move.

Took a step backwards and opened his eyes again, frowning back at Sam.

“Alright, I didn’t mean to do that,” he hissed, head turning automatically… to where Danny had taken a couple of steps away.

Green surged below his skin, asking what the fuck he thought he was doing. Abandoning his post. Leaving his king.

There was someone here who’d hurt him, who’d used his fucking death against him, and Jason was gonna what? Not be close enough to break his fingers for thinking it?

Eyes closed for a moment, Jason weighed the odds he could just push this down and keep going. Felt Sam tuck closer. They did have a whole ass plan…

Felt a sudden wash of concern-what’s wrong-protect from the surrounding warmth of Danny.

And sighed, shaking his head, pulling Sam with him after Danny. With each step the green sung, a deep satisfaction not his own rising inside.

He gave Danny a sheepish smile and a shrug.

“I don’t think I can leave you alone. Not if he’s here,” he added a little more quietly, well aware they were being watched once again.

Confusion flashed across Danny’s face for a moment, then he groaned and slapped himself in the forehead.

“Fucking Clockwork… alright, we stick together. Tim and Dick will have plenty of fun with Vlad anyway,” he said, grin slowly spreading again as he tucked himself in to Sam’s other side.

“And we can have more fun with my parents,” Sam pointed out innocently, scanning the crowd around them. Shot them both a sidelong glance each, half smirking. “And I get two lots of cute arm candy.”

Danny and Jason turned automatically to look each other over, Jason’s grin broadening as Danny’s cheeks flushed.

Dick had said he looked a treat in this suit. Must have been right about something.

Suddenly Danny’s aura was all very studious and concentrated nothing to see here.

Jason bit the inside of his lip to keep from laughing, letting his eyes trail a little slower over his king’s frame.

Wherever Danny had gotten his suit from, they knew a thing or two about tailoring. It fit him well, emphasising the lean lines of his legs and torso. Didn’t quite square off his shoulders.

Jason still hadn’t had much practice with projecting his own emotions back, but he had the feeling his… appreciation got through when Danny’s blush darkened.

Grinning down at Sam, Jason patted her hand.

“Only if my code name’s Gummy Bear.”

A startled laugh from Danny was the reaction he’d been going for. Sam’s sudden, utterly wicked smile was a lot more concerning.

“Alright. Danny’s is gonna be Jawbreaker,” she decided, her gaze darting briefly down to Jason’s lips as she smirked.

Jason looked away quickly, his own cheeks uncomfortably warm as Danny choked.

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[spacedace]

Fair warning that i've not fuly pinned down the plot for the fic yet, i've just written a collection of snippets that don't always have continuity with each other as I get a feel for what I want in the story itself lol

[noisilyscreechingsong]

Being who they are, the Bats gather for a meeting to discuss what happened and what it meant (minus Danny of course), and the conclusion was that this wasn’t a scheme or infiltration. Danny was genuinely Tim’s twin who probably has some PTSD from something that happened out in the field which no one remembers. Danny was a part of this family, the pictures in Tim’s room were proof enough.

So they feel guilty and heartbroken, but they know not to show it in front of Danny because they can see the crushing expression on his face when they pull away or look at him in suspicion.

Instead, they invite him to spend time with them. To get to know who Danny really is.

Dick teaches Danny to tumble in the gym.

Duke and Danny play video games that they both like.

Danny follows Damian in his routine of taking care of his animals, even the shelter he volunteers at. Damian lets him.

Cass invites him to her recital. Danny makes a sign to support her.

Steph and Danny have an eating contest where she wipes the floor with him and they laugh until they puke.

Danny asks Bruce in such an awkward and sweet way to throw a ball out in the yard. Bruce would sooner burn himself than say no to such a request.

Even Jason comes over to help Danny with his English homework he just wants to throw out the window.

And Tim- well, Tim spends the most time with him. Taking Danny to the skatepark and following Danny to their favorite cafe that he doesn’t remember and climbing up to the roof to stargaze on those rare clear nights.

They learn him and miss him like a lost limb. And because of their desire to get close to this mystery family member, Danny flourishes.

He smiles more and gets excited over the smallest things and just relaxes when they all gather to watch a movie in the den, leaning into whoever sits next to him.

How could they ever be suspicious about Danny’s motives? His existence? When all he wants is to belong, to be apart of this family.

New Twin?

ok so we know Bruce got lost in the time stream right?

And Tim saved him bla bla bla...

Ok so I'm reading a fanfic rn and it's giving me an idea for a dpxdc crossover.

Its 'TWINcognito mode' by nerdpoe

Ok so I'm thinking it's not safe for Danny in his world so clockwork pulls some strings and sets everything up for Danny to be Tim's non identical twin (theyre similar enough to pass) and he just appears in wayne manor right after Bruce gets out of the time stream.

Like I'm talking he has a room that's 'been lived in for years', he has memories of them and growing up with tim, he's acting like nothings new ect.

So he's all like "dad your back!" And they're all looking between tim and his double like "tim??? NOT tim????" And they come to the conclusion that Bruce fucked with the time stream and he spawned in.

They all feel guilty that they 'forgot' him even though they never knew him. Especially Tim, he would feel so bad if there was someone that went through what he did with their parents neglect and they only had each other, but Tim doesn't remember who this is.

He could be fully aware and is pretending so he's safe OR clockwork thought this would be for the best so he altered Danny's memories so he genuinely believes he's Tim's twin.

For the second option I like the ideas that he doesn't remember anything/he doesn't have access to his ghost half (either he has to heal from something his parents did or he can't handle the full power that comes with being ghost king) and he won't unlock his memories/powers till he dies again.

Which if he genuinely believed they were his family, and then they tell him he wasn't real a few days ago, that would probably fuck with his mind.

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 7 : A Familial but Amusing Mess

Summary:

Sleep Deprived Tim confront Danny and Dante about who they are, passes out because of Nocturn residue that lingers around Danny when Danny is with Nocturn in their dreams.

Dante brings Tim back to Wayne Manor.

Gets along with Alfred

Gets the approval of Damian and somehow didn't get the attempted stabbing.

Dante is amused

[𝙱𝚊𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛, 8:30 𝙰𝙼]

"Hey guys, it's 8:30 AM I know I'm like vlogging too early but y'all have to see this shit— Tim Drake Wayne. Is at my door.. well the Manor's door— which one of you guys messaged Tim Drake that My Friends look like- like uh. Resemble... Bruce Wayne." Tucker said yawning as he does so and pointing the Camera at the window where Danny, Dante and Tim were Talking.

"One of you have got to have said it— oh god." Tucker says with a sigh and Tim saw him and he Slightly waved. "It's my Crush Dash—" Tucker was cut off by a groan. "I don't care if you wanna suck Tim Drake's Cock." Dash groaned and on the floor sleepy as shit. "ANYWAYS guys ignore my Gay Brother, There's Valerie on the window— VAL DON'T JUMP—" Tucker tries to stop Valerie and she jumped from the 3rd floor to the ground effortlessly and ran beside Dante and Covering Danny as if to protect him.

"Please calm down the both of you.." Danny says softly with a sigh and Dante growls under his breathe and Valerie Crosses her arms and Danny rolled his wheelchair forward Infront of Tim. "Hello again Sir Tim. I am Danny. Or Daniel... But I prefer Danny." He raised his hand and Tim shook it. "Please come inside and let's settle and have a discussion." Danny politely says and a half asleep, No sleep for 4 days Tim nodded. "You're Bruce's so—" Danny raises his hand in a way to silence Tim. Danny smiled and tilts his head. "Inside." He states sternly his eyes nearly devoid of light but pure disdain and caution that warned Tim that if he pushed further without following instructions he will be kicked out and so Tim nodded.

"Guess we're talking with Waynes~ Dash how does it feel to crush on ANOTHER Wayne." Tucker laughed and Dash Groaned "I used to think Dick Grayson is the hottest but it's totally Jason Todd. And If Danny IS the son of Wayne then he's the hottest but for now it's Jason Todd." Dash scoffed, "Based." Tucker laughed and Dash laughed along as they said goodbye to the current early viewers and turned off the vlog, as the two headed downstairs they heard Danny with a stern voice, "I wish to have some Normalcy in my life for the meantime so I will not be involving myself with the Wayne's until we feel that we need to or we have to." Danny stated with a blunt tone along with Dante and Valerie's Grunts of Approval.

"Can I ask why not?" Tim asks groggily fighting the sleepiness that's overcoming him, he doesn't understand why the coffee is suddenly not working even tho he was fully awake for a moment when he faced Danny he immediately felt... Sleepy and Tired.. "I'd like to be friends at first.. please.... We want to feel safe... And normal for a tad bit long—" Danny stopped talking when Tim Passed out asleep. "Right... Nocturn's side effects—" Danny says pointing out how He and Nocturn had been chattering in his dreams and sometimes he leaves residue of his powers around Danny that scatters that affects NORMAL people but somehow not liminals. "Oop... He's uh. Gone Dead silent?" Tucker asks with a bemused smile and Dash tilting his head before speaking up.

"Alright Dudes... Let's... Set him aside before grama and gramps wakes up." Dash shooed them away as Dante carries Tim over his shoulder and lets him fall on the overly comfy couch in their personal lounge and covers him with the overly soft Blanket. Something inside Dante Bubbles up, care? Perhaps. It felt like the urge he feels when Danny also sleep, the urge to care for family. Dante chuckled to himself and drags his hand down his face as he curses himself mentally.

"I'm so fucking stupid..." He groans and looked back to see the 3 are back to sleep and Danny yawning again.

Right..

It's too early to worry about this.

Dante carried Danny to the softer side of the Couch that turns into a bed and let's Valerie sit on the chair couch and Tucker on his Gaming Chair with Dash on the rug. He carefully puts the softest blankets he could find for all of them especially putting pillows for the three who were sleeping in the most random places. He took their mugs which were already empty, He turns off the lights and the other unnecessary lights on the lounge room. Dante smiles subtly and grunts in approval and pride as he puts on his bluish Red Cap and puts on his facemask whilst walking down the stairs.

"Oh, good morning ma'am." He greets the elder grandmother politely, "oh Dante! You're awake early today little dearie! Would you be a darling and help me with the plants and feeding the barn animals and the horses? the husband is still asleep after all." She laughs endearingly, and Dante nods politely, he saw these elders as his family as well as the feeling of excitement stirred inside his chest, he helps the elderly woman walk out the Manor and into the barn to help with feeding the animals and the 4 old horses that has been thriving well and amazingly.

For all Dante has acquired knowledge of, the Horses were bought and adopted when the elderly woman was around her 30s and now she's the charming elderly lady that being around 60 years old as Dante has confirmed. Dante has asked clockwork himself to extend their lifeline and the Clock listened and obliged to his wish for the first time which in turn made Dante's core buzz in happiness knowing the elderly people will be protected until they reached past the age of 100, "Can I know their names again Mrs Baxter?" Dante asks with a softer tone and Mrs. Baxter perked up.

"This is Butterscotch, she's a Mare as implied by her name, she is a show horse back in my days but now she's a retired Friesan, she's won around 3 gold Medals! She's such a beautiful old girl of mine .. my first darling. Here is Walking Abyss, He is a Stud and a pure black Clydesdale, he is the reason me and Harold(Her Husband), we fought over him and eventually this truck large stud brought us together through our resilience. Now this is a much younger girlie of mine, dearest SnowBat." She chuckled, "Yes! I remember her... You named her SnowBat because you found her abandoned in the winter and found that she had odd Bat like patterns on her Bareback." Dante states to express that he listens to her talk about her animals.

Berta, the Sweet Old Lady Chuckled in amusement and nodded, "it is also because I've found her sleeping whilst standing with bats hanging from her stomach, it was such an odd and peculiar sight but it adds to her charm. Now this... This is dear old RedIvy.. such a sweetheart." She mutters gently as she opens the Horse's Pen, the Older horse was Pregnant with a new Foal and She was resting and snorting in happiness as Berta scratched her chin. "Such a sweet heart you are... My beautiful Red Quarter Horse, she's such a dearie isn't she?" The elderly Lady Chuckled and Dante nods, "Can we name her foal once it is born Mrs. Baxter?" Dante asks kneeling beside RedIvy as he also scratches the Horse's Chin and Berta Perks up. "Ofcourse dearie! You little twerps can think of a name for the soon to be foal!" She says Enthusiastically and Dante nods.

An hour passed and Dante helped Berta come back to the Manor to meet Harold the Grandfather again, the two couple kisses softly for a brief moment and chuckled which made Dante smile, his Heart softening at the sight, it reminds him of how Vlad and Clockwork looks at each other despite their constant bickering as two technically old couples. Dante smiles under his mask before he bows his head and hops on his bike to go on his daily Gotham City Ride just to help him immerse himself further into the New Scenery and Change of Atmospheres. He also wants to meet Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn hopefully to get their autographs for Sam's Grave.

Sam has always wanted to meet them... So Dante would rather get it for her and put it by her grave in the Ghost Zone. He took a deep breathe before speeding faster and making himself intangible and invisible once again as he drove past Wayne Manor, although invisible his Tires left a subtle sparkle star like trail that is so subtle that you won't notice it unless you know it's actually a trail. Dante's mission for today is to find Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn... Wait... Isn't the Q for Baxter's and Foley's Middle Name Quinzel? Is Dash and Harley related? Dante parked his bike slowly by the sidewalk in confusion as he processes his thought for a moment.

He blinks and ruffles his own hair and shook his head, maybe he could meet Waylon too, Dash has a healthy obsession with the rogue going even as far as to say that the crocodile man is cool which doesn't really surprise anyone of them.

Dante stopped near the Wayne Manor Gates again, He just watches from afar but this time his distortion to cameras is back, he stares at the Manor from afar as if it's... A lost home where he couldn't come in... Why was he here again? Fuck. Dante smacks himself for subconsciously driving near Wayne Manor as if expecting something to happen. Dante drove back home carefully hoping the others are still asleep.

The elderly couple was out for the day and the others were still asleep in the lounge as Dante had checked, Dante looks at the sleeping Tim and Carried him carefully to his car and tones down his distortion before driving back Wayne Manor to drop off the sleep deprived Wayne. Dante stopped at the gates and took a deep breathe before fixing his jacket. He ringed the bell for the gates and Conversed with the older sounding man through the speakers.

"Uhm... I have a Uh— passed out asleep cuddled into a pink giant blanket Timothy Drake-Wayne and I was hoping to drop this guy off because he seems really REALLY tired..." Dante mutters and heard a slight Gasp before the gates opens for him to head inside. "Thanks Gramps— oop— i— uh— Sorry if I called you Gramps—" Dante stutters, and the voice answered with a soft & gentle tone, "it's quite alright Young Sir." He chuckled.

Dante drove inside carefully as to not wake Tim up and He stopped Infront of the doors and Carried Tim out like the little fucking sleep deprived princess he is and Dante saw a butler around in his mid or late 40s or older as Dante thinks about it, perhaps late 50s. "Can I put him somewhere sir? I don't want you to carry the man—" Dante grumbled almost shyly as the butler chuckled, "Right this way sir." The butler let's him in as he followed the older man on where to put Timothy. "Can I know your name Sir?" The butler asked politely and Dante nodded his head as he introduced himself, "Dante. Dante Jamie Masters Sir." He says politely, "Oh please, just call me Alfred." The butler laughs softly and Dante nodded.

In the distance as they walked through the hall Dante sees a boy no older than 13 , "Alfred who is this Man? Did Father bring another ward without prior notice or warning to the rest of us?" The child Glared, by the kid's tone Dante could easily identity that he is Damian Wayne. "No sir, I'm merely here to drop Tim Drake-Wayne Off as he fell asleep whilst on an interview discussion with my Twin Brother.... You can take a picture."(translation:this moment can earn you blackmail points with your siblings.) Dante winks softly to hint to Damian and the Little Wayne didn't hesitate to take pictures as he pulled out his phone swiftly. "Master Damian, This is a Guest of ours! His name is Dante Jamie Masters if you are worried." Alfred clarifies to Damian who nodded, "Just Dan is fine please." Dante adds earning a small smile from the little gremlin.

"Can I interrogate you as we head to Drake's Chambers?" Damian asks still with the same tone and Dante laughs and Nodded. "Yes Sir Little Wayne, ofcourse you can." Dante gives him the Go. Dante didn't know that he emitted the same aura like Danny's just heavier and can be somewhat intimidating but comforting and warm nontheless, "Well we have a barn and horses in the Baxter's Mansion, so yeah I love animals and me and my twin brother converted to being vegan around 2 years ago." Damian looked at him with fascinated eyes, "If your family allows you , you can always visit the Baxter's Barn, Mr and Mrs Baxter would love seeing someone who enjoys animals as much as they do." Dante smiles under his mask. "Perhaps! I will ask my father about it in the later future as such you should expect me when I am to come!" (Translation:Please wait for me because I need to get permission from my dad because I might take an animal home from your Barn.)

Dante tipped his hat in amusement and nodded, they reached Tim's bedroom and Dante entered anxiously as he placed the man down on his bed. "Please do tell him to give back the blanket later, We really love these blankets as much as he visible loves em." Dante says as he groans and stretches him back and follows Alfred out. Alfred tried to convince Dante to stay a little while longer to eat but Dante refused but he did Exchange contacts with the Little Wayne, It seems Damian has become fond of Dante that He's actually using the Man's nickname. 'Dan'.

"Thank you for making me come home with these extremely delicious cookies, maybe I can learn from you sir! I want to make these for my brother too." Dante chuckled as he munched on one of Alfred's remarkable Baking, "It's my Pleasure to have such a pleasant student as you Master Dante if you ever wish to visit again I'll teach you with great pleasure." Alfred laughed softly and Dante Nods approvingly, he turns to Damian who was staring at him. "We have a Clydesdale and his name is Walking Abyss, if you want you can ride him because he's very gentle giant. Damian perks up before nodding. Dante tips his cap again before bowing and hopping back in his car to drive off.

He saw Damian in the rear View Mirror hesitantly wave goodbye. "such a cute kid. Guess they aren't too bad as I thought." Dante laughs as he puts a cookie in his mouth and continued to savor the taste of these cookies. "This is heavenly. I really need to get the recipe." Dante just nodding to himself as he turns up the volume in the car radio and let's his playlist turn up, Bruno Mars is his Jam. "Mr and Mrs Baxter would be happy to have a new little Visitor such as that kid, he's cute." Dante drove home visibly pleased with himself as he sang along to "Die with a Smile" by Bruno Mars and Lady Gaga, It's his Jam always will be.

As he parked his car in the garage neatly he heard the commotion inside, Danny and Dash were blushing as he entered the house. "Alright Gang, what the fuck is going on." Dante asks sternly as he places the cookies in the kitchen counter and onto a small plate neatly, "Danny Walked in on dash naked." Valerie laughed. "he what." Dante had to double-check on what the fuck they just told him.

"I walked in on Dash Naked and the first words I fucking said was "Nice Dick"... Fucking No Filter Brain..." Danny was suffering burying his face on the pillow and Dante facepalms, "Where's Dash?" Dante asks in defeat. "Suffering in his room in Embarrasament after Danny said in full volume "Nice Dick." Tucker laughed along poking fun at Danny, "TUCKER FOLEY STOP REMINDING ME YA BASTARD!!" Danny yells and throws a sandal at Tucker's Face.

"Deserved tbh." Dante stares at a stunned Sandal headshotted Tucker and Valerie just laughs louder this time at Tucker.

"I love this family." Dante combs his hair with his hands and smiled endearingly at the people he sees as his family.

Wholesome stuff before I may or may not do something brutal in the next chapter.

[stealingyourbones]

Please accept my offerings of left tibias oh bone lord. What do you think of Danny's reaction to how the Batfam deals with clones? Like while Tim is friends with Kon and Jason with Bizzaro I'm mostly thinking of Damian's clones? Cause it's a kill or be killed with them I think? I'm not sure, What's your take?

Damian’s clones? Well from what I know, Damian’s clone was built to kill Damian and really was fully brainwashed. I believe Danny to be a grey aligned character. Sure, its a death of a clone. But that clone killed their original and showed absolutely no mercy. Its a pity that the clone was forced to be this way but still. Something this terrible cannot be tolerated.

Danny has a connection to being cloned, he’s happy he has a like “I understand” part of him with the clones and gets along well with Kon and Bizarro. Bizarro fucking adores Danny. He’s a little Bizarro that he doesn’t have to worry about crushing when he touches him.

Imagine a 6’3 (190.5cm) guy built like a fucking tank happily wrestling with Danny, a like 5’2 at MOST kid who is gymnastic lean at most. Those two can play fight and not worry about harming each other and both parties have so much fun doing it.

Danny and Kon? Chaos. Chaos incarnate fused into two boys. Oh god it was such a bad choice introducing the two together because now they’ve started a large scale prank war on the entirety of the teen titans and that will NOT end well.

[xreaderxo]

batsis!reader x danny phantom

@itzagothamcitysiren

meeting the batfam:

ok so they all know of danny phantom

you had a crush on him lowkey but not a serious crush, more of a “wow he’s cute and a hero?? sick”

but yeah they all know him and his secret identity but besides them and the people told in amity park, nobody knows

like phantom planet didn’t happen bc i refuse to acknowledge it

but like?? bruce is batman he’s gonna know of every vigilante

so you & danny have been dating for a while

you met because jazz had an interview for an internship at wayne enterprises and the fentons went with her

and you two bumped into each other at starbucks

it was a cliche!! danny spilled coffee on your shirt like the dork he is

you were annoyed but then you looked up and you were like

holy shit that’s danny phantom

“holy shit you’re danny phantom,” you said

“what? no i’m not he isn’t even real,” danny panicked

you gave him your number

and it just went on from there

you told him about your identity about two months in

and then four months later, there were ghosts in gotham and they needed danny phantom

bruce is like “i’ll send clark to get him”

and you’re like “no i got it, i know him”

they’re like ???

you’re like “yeah we’re dating?? did i not tell you??”

so he comes to gotham

and these are how your brothers reacted

dick:

dick liked him right off the bat

they’re a lot alike in the way that they have hearts of good and ALSO

their love of WITTY BANTER

you know that episode of atla where sokka goes backstage with cue cards full of witty banter for the actor playing him to use?

dick and danny do that

“‘’prepare to be concerted??’ that’s genius!!”

“‘you and what toaster??’ that’s so good!!”

he’s also lowkey offended you didn’t tell him

“did you think i wouldnt approve??”

“i thought i was your favorite brother??”

jason:

immediately bonds over technically being dead

“it’s so cool how your boyfriend is a ghost like me, y/n”

makes danny and honorary member of the dead robins club

pulls danny aside and asks if there’s a possibility the lazarus pit could have the same thing that made danny a ghost in it

after all, the same shade of green? the fact it gave jason a white streak and danny has white hair in ghost form??

like he knows it’s not exactly the same but he’s curious if there’s any like overlap

danny and him decide to investigate it

also jason finds out about how dash bullies him

dash gets a visit from the public menace red hood one night

he never bothers danny again

his sneers turn into looks of terror because fenton is friends with red hood??

tim:

wants to pick his brain

not literally of course but like

they have barely any info on the ghost zone and danny‘s been in there countless times

so he’s instantly like “please tell me about it let me get my notebook”

he also recognizes the similarities between them

they both weren’t popular in school

they’re both constantly underestimated

so they quickly bond over that

when danny brings tucker and sam over one day tim and tucker become best friends

tim goes with you to amity park all the time

“why are you coming with me”

“i gotta see ol t-dawg”

“you call him t-dawg??”

duke:

here’s the thing

dick LOVES ghosts

his favorite show is buzzfeed unsolved supernatural

so when he finds out you’re dating THE danny phantom??

he screeches

“YOU’RE DATING DANNY PHANTOM AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME???”

when you introduce danny to him his jaw goes slack

star struck

and when i say he went all fanboy mode

he went HARD

“youredannyphantomimsuchahugefanifreakinglovethesupernaturalicanthelieveyoureboningmysister”

asks danny for his autograph

danny’s like ?? “you’re signaal i want YOUR autograph”

duke almost passes out

danny phantom knows who he is???

he tries to spend more time with danny than you

“duke leave my boyfriend alone”

“sorry y/n i think you mean *our* boyfriend”

damian:

see damian didn’t believe in ghosts

in a world with demigods, aliens, and resurrection, the boy someone didn’t believe in ghosts

so when gotham started being overrun by them he was shook

and then why you say you’re dating danny??

“that is not factual, he doesn’t even exist”

he doesn’t believe it until he sees danny transform

damian wayne never gets flustered but when he sees your boyfriend turn into a ghost??

speechless

then he also thinks danny’s too immature for you

does not approve

until he meets sam

they hit it off INSTANTLY

damian going with you and tim to amity park

he still doesn’t approve of you and danny but he tolerates it for sam manson

[thewaynemanner]

BatFam Favorite Songs and Playlists

Dick Grayson loves anything upbeat he can scream sing along to, but his one true music love will forever and always be 80s Pop music. Not only does it go with his ‘I just got dragged through an 80s costume wardrobe’ aesthetic, but 80s Pop songs are the best to scream sing along to. His 80s Pop Trinity is Cyndi Lauper, Madonna, and ABBA. Currently, his favorite songs are Y.M.C.A by Village People, -Jason: “Jesus Dick, how could Y.M.C.A be your favorite song?” Dick: “I like bending into all the letters!”- Girls Just Want to Have Fun by Cyndi Lauper, and Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight) by ABBA. Dick also knows all the words to (and has choreography for) all the songs in Grease. He even once convinced Jason to song along as Danny in You’re the One That I Want. Dick’s Guilty Pleasure Song: Barbie Girl by Aqua.

Dick Grayson’s Playlist

 Jason likes music that makes Bruce extremely uncomfortable, like Rap (for its explicit language) and any song that can be used to reference his death. But when Bruce isn’t around, Jason prefers a wide range of rock, from rockabilly to classic rock to punk rock, Jason loves it all. His favorite rock artists respectively are Johnny Cash, Queen, and My Chemical Romance. Jason’s favorite songs are I Won’t Back Down by Johnny Cash, Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, and I Don’t Love You by MCR. When Bruce is around to annoy, Jason enjoys blasting Hood Go Crazy by 2 Chainz, -Bruce: “I don’t think this is an appropriate song to be playing in the Batcave, Jason.” Jason: “Well Bruce, I didn’t think that letting the Joker live after he killed me was “appropriate”, so agree to disagree.” Bruce: *feels migraine coming on*- and Arms Tonite by Mother Mother -*I died in your arms tonight. I slipped through into the afterlife. It was nice* Alfred: “Master Jason, don’t you think that’s a tad insensitive?” Jason: “Sorry Alfie, but Bruce is kinda insensitive”- Jason’s Guilty Pleasure Song is Pocketful of Rainbows by Elvis Presley, it was the song that Bruce used to sing to him after he’d had a nightmare to get him to go back to sleep. 

Jason Todd’s Playlist

Tim at this point only listens to DiscoTech/ElectroPop because it’s the only music with a beat strong enough to keep him awake. His favorite songs are Boss Bitch by Doja Cat, Play With It by Tommy Genesis, and Rich Bitch Juice by Alice Longyu Gao -*Some people say I look very sad I’m just having my resting bitch face ‘Cause man, I’m tired I’m tired, I’m so fucking tired Drinking my rich bitch juice* Tim: *sipping his rich Bitch Juice* “Mood.” Dick: *Gasp* “Timmy… That most definitely should not be a 'mood’.” Tim: *shrugs and continues to crush up caffeine pills and add them to his coffee* Tim’s Guilty Pleasure Song -Damian: *grumbling* “All his songs should be considered guilty pleasure songs”- is Ken Doll by Gameboi. 

Tim Drake’s Playlist

Damian grew up listening to classical music and doesn’t understand how what his brothers listen to can even be considered music. Damian’s favorite composer -Damian: “Yes, singular composer because you can’t have multiple favorites, Drake. That’s like saying my favorite brothers are Grayson, Todd, and you, when it’s obviously just Grayson”- is Frédéric Chopin. Three classical pieces he is fond of are 24 Preludes, Op.28: No.4 in E Minor by Frédéric Chopin, Comptine d’un autre été, l’apres-midi by Yann Tierson, and Hallelujah (Arr. Cello & Strings) by Leonard Cohen & et al. -Tim: “Honestly surprised the Imperial Death March wasn’t on his list, was pretty sure that was constantly playing in his head.” Jason: “Same.”- Damian’s Guilty Pleasure Symphony is Hedwig’s Theme by John Williams. Jason: “He gets all teary-eyed when he listens to it.” Damian: “I do not, Todd! If you keep spreading such slander, I will eviscerate you.” 

Damian Wayne’s Playlist

 Alfred is quite fond of the Beach Boys, the Beatles, and Elton John. His favorite songs are Let It Be by the Beatles, Bennie and the Jets by Elton John, and Beautiful Boy (Darling Boy) by John Lennon. The later he is quite partial to because it always brings back memories or a younger Master Bruce. -Dick: Awww! Bruce is blushing, Alfie!-  Alfred’s Guilty Pleasure Song is When We Were Young by Adele. Selina: *Quirking an eyebrow* Alfred: “I haven’t a clue why you look surprised Ms. Kyle. Ms. Adele is a woman of exceptional talent, I would be a fool not to see that.”

Alfred Pennyworth’s Playlist

Selina loves blues and soul. Her favorite artists are Etta James, Joy Crookes, and Amy Winehouse. Three of her favorite songs are Mother May I Sleep with Danger by Joy Crookes, Me and Mr. Jones by Amy Winehouse, and Hell N Back by Bakar (that she heard for the first time when Bruce sang it to her at their engagement party). - Damian: “Kyle’s choice in music is adequate I suppose.” Selina: *trying to smother a smile* - Guilty Pleasure Song: Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC. Selina: *winking at Bruce* Bruce: *Turning a violent shade of red* Tim: “Alfred, I think Selina broke Bruce!”

Selina Kyle’s Playlist

Bruce is a man of classic jazz, easy listening, and rockabilly; his favorite singers are Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Elvis Presley. He’s had the same favorite three songs for the past five years, My Way by Frank Sinatra, Blue Moon by Dean Martin, and Pocketful of Rainbows by Elvis Presley. -Jason: “You’re such a sap, Old Man-“ Guilty Pleasure Song: Hurt by Johnny Cash. -Selina: “Oh no you don’t, you and I both know that’s not your true guilty pleasure.” Bruce: “Selina, please don’t…” Selina: “War Pigs by Black Sabbath. He’s a closeted metal head.”  Bruce: “Selina, you’re suppose to love me.” Selina: “Oh I do, but I also love torturing you too.” *high fives Jason*  Bruce: “It was a phase Selina!”

Bruce Wayne’s Playlist 

[damianwaynerocks]

Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics

Dedicated To: @psychovigilantewrites​

Description: The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, with no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

Word Count: 3523

Ch 1 Ch 2 Masterlist

Chapter 3:

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Danny could deal with a lot.

He'd dealt with dying. He'd dealt with becoming a ghost. He'd dealt with ghosts trying to kill him. He'd dealt with finding out that his dad's best friend wasn't only a halfa like him, but that he wanted to get with his mom. He'd dealt with ghost prison. He'd dealt with finding out he'd been cloned. He'd dealt with finding a future in which everyone he loved was dead and he himself was evil. He'd even dealt with girls.

He thought he could deal with anything.

But being stuck a small space with Damian Wayne and Tim Drake?

He wasn't so sure he could deal with that.

"You incompetent creature, why on earth are you listening to a C-average oaf instead of me?"

"Because the 'oaf' has been here before. We haven't."

"I possessed more intelligence than you and Fenton combined whenever I was four years old, and I have memorized the Infi-map. I am completely capable of commanding this voyage."

Danny's eye twitched at the arguing. It was worse than he and Jasmine. "Does it ever end?" he asked Stephanie through gritted teeth. The blonde sighed.

"Damian feels like he has to prove that he's superior to Tim," she explained. "It's not my place to tell you exactly why, but it's true. And he knows exactly how to get under Tim's skin."

"So.. no?"

"No."

Danny groaned. "It's giving me a headache." He perked up as he saw the island in front of him. "Hey, guys," he said, "We're here."

They had reached the lair of Clockwork. Clockwork was the master of time and could see into any timeline and all of the possible outcomes. Danny had the idea of asking him if he could show them the moment in which Bruce Wayne had disappeared, in the hopes that they could see which ghost it was.

It was a long shot, but it was the only idea Danny could think of.

Tim and Damian had stopped their arguing, unbuckling their seat belts as Danny landed the Speeder on the grounds of the lair.

"So this guy can tell us who took Bruce?" Stephanie asked as she opened the door, stepping on to the ground. Danny nodded.

"Yeah. I can't promise he'll help, but it's our best bet."

The foursome walked towards the massive clocktower, Damian walking in step with Danny as he gripped his sword. Danny knocked on the door, and it opened with a creak.

"Hello, Danny," a voice said. "And hello, Bats." Clockwork floated down. He was a small ghost, purple in color with a darker purple cloak.

"Whaddup, Clockwork," Danny greeted. "Long time no see." He heard Stephanie laugh at the pun behind him and then heard her grunt as Damian elbowed her.

"It has not been long to me, Danny," Clockwork replied. His eyes drifted over the group. "What do you want?"

"I assume that you know, Time Master," Damian answered before Danny could open his mouth, stepping forward until he was right beside a swirling vortex, although his eyes remained on the ghost. "We are looking for my Father, and Phantom says you can help."

"Damian Wayne," Clockwork said curtly. "Son of Bruce Wayne and Talia al’ Ghul. I understand that you are worried about your father, but I would suggest you step back before you see something you don't want to."

Danny was surprised to see that Damian obeyed. He narrowed his eyes. Clockwork almost seemed... nervous? "What aren't you telling us?"

"You are indeed a smart boy," Clockwork chuckled, "I hope you also can deduce that you were not brought here on accident. I was originally going to go and tell you myself, however, I have seen that it would be better for you to have Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake and Damian Wayne at your side."

"What's wrong?"

"Something has happened," Clockwork turned around, clasping his hands behind on his back as he floated further off. "The Observants have underestimated your power," he turned back around, locking his gaze with Danny's. "The power you have not yet gained."

Danny's face paled. "You don't mean-"

"That is all I can say," the ghost interrupted. "Leave now. I have work to do. I have to stop a little boy with a powerful watch from destroying his timeline."

Danny, however, couldn't move. He was frozen, his eyes wide. There was no way. He was locked in a thermos, with no possible way for a ghost to escape.

Although, that ghost wasn't just any ghost.

"What do you mean by that?" Damian demanded. "Tell us more. Now."

Clockwork looked at the boy with humor in his eyes. "Mr. Wayne, you should not threaten me." He waved his hand. "Now go. You do not have much... time."

Danny shook his head and turned around, walking towards the exit in a trance-like state. With a glance at Clockwork, the others followed, with Damian at the rear. Before he could leave, Clockwork called his name.

"Damian, listen closely," he said, shifting into an older ghost as he spoke. "You will one day get an offer. It will be a tempting offer, one that you will not want to refuse," his eyes darkened. "Do not accept it."

Damian blinked, before strutting outside to follow the others, not responding to Clockwork's warning.

Tim, Stephanie, and Danny were already on the ship as Damian walked out. As he opened the door to step in, he tuned into the conversation.

"So, you're telling us that an evil version of you exists outside of time, and it has Bruce," Tim said slowly. Danny nodded.

"We call him Dark Danny. In the alternate timeline, he- or, I, I guess -watched our family die. He couldn't handle the pain and guilt, so he had Vlad Masters- bad guy, by the way, deck him if you ever see him at a rich-person party -turn him into a full ghost, getting rid of the human side completely. It drove him mad, and without his human side, he was the most powerful ghost in the Ghost Zone. He destroyed the world."

"How did you defeat him?" Damian asked, pulling a capri-sun out of his cooler as he listened. Danny ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know. Dumb luck, honestly. I guess I have a power that he didn't get until years later, and it knocked him off his game so I could take him down." He grimaced. "I probably wouldn't have beat him if I hadn't surprised him. He took down all of the other ghosts in the Ghost Zone by that point,"

"He must've taken out the Justice League, too," Stephanie mused, crossing her arms. "You said you didn't see them anywhere, right? The only reason they wouldn't have been fighting him is if..." she trailed off.

"We can defeat him," Damian said, crushing the capri-sun in his hand as he finished. "If Phantom can defeat him, then with our help, we can, too."

"Yeah, but like I said, it was only because I surprised him," Danny pointed out.

"Then let's surprise him again," Tim said. He took out the Infi-map. "Danny, who's your worst enemy here? If we can get them to help, and that might knock Dark Danny off his game."

"Pariah Dark," Danny answered instantly. "But that's a terrible idea, trust me," he paused, thinking. "We do need backup, and I know of at least two who could help." He turned his body intangible before Tim could respond, and flew out of the Speeder. He landed in front of it, and putting both of his fingers in his mouth, he whistled. "Come here, Cujo!"

It took a few seconds, but a small green dog zipped in front of Danny, jumping in his arms and knocking him over. Danny smiled widely as he scratched behind Cujo's ears.

"Hey, little guy!" he laughed as the dog licked his face. "I missed you too! You down for an adventure?" Cujo barked, wagging his tail. "I'll take that as a yes," Danny said, phasing back into the Speeder.

"Guys," he said, setting the dog down. "I'd like you to meet Cujo, the best boy in the entire Ghost Zone."

Damian's eyes lit up behind his mask, kneeling down and hugging Cujo as the dog barreled into him, not paying attention as Tim spoke.

"Don't get me wrong, he's adorable, but he doesn't look like he can pack a punch," he said, watching the dog fondly.

"Trust me, he's a fighter," Danny assured him. Tim nodded.

"If you say so, but man, I wish I had a dog," He walked over to where Damian was, scratching Cujo's back. Damian scowled, pulling the dog closer.

"Get back, Drake, Cujo clearly prefers me over you."

"Damian, come on, you have so many pets and I don't have any-"

"You have Bart."

"Bart is not my pet-"

"He is the human version of an Australian Shepherd minus the intelligence-"

As the two bickered, Danny looked at Stephanie. "Damian likes animals?" Stephanie laughed.

"Oh you have no idea, he has a dog, a cat, a cow-"

"A cow?"

"His name is Bat-Cow!" Damian snapped from where he had begrudgingly let Tim hold the dog.

"I love everything about that," Danny laughed. "That's the best name." Damian looked at Tim with a smug look on his face.

"See, Drake? Bat-Cow is a great name."

"I never said it wasn't!"

Danny started to ask Stephanie a question before he heard a crash and the Speeder lurched to the side.

"We've been hit!" Tim yelled, jumping off of the floor and grabbing the Speeder's controls, trying to steady the craft. Danny merged out of the Speeder and narrowed his eyes as he saw the culprit.

A gray ghost in black armor with flaming hair sneered, his arm smoking from where he had shot the Speeder. "Whelp," he growled.

"Nice to see you too, Shorty!" Danny said in a mock-cheerful tone. "Here to kill me? Because you didn't have to shoot the ship, you could've just yelled 'I am Skulker, and you are my prey! Prepare to die!'" he lowered his voice as he imitated the bounty hunter. "And then I would say something witty back, and I would pound you into the ground."

"You aren't the only prey this time, Ghost Child." Skulker answered with a menacing grin.

"You after the Bats?" Danny asked with a raised eyebrow. "If you were trying to kill them, you did a crappy job of it. That blast didn't kill anyone."

"That's the point. I think it'd be fun to beat the proteges of Batman, so they need to be alive and able to fight." he pointed downwards, and Danny followed his gaze, before swooping down to follow.

Somehow, he hadn't noticed that the Speeder was plummeting down to the island below. While the Specter Speeder was durable enough to keep from dying on impact, he didn't want them to crash.

He hurled himself in front of the Speeder, and crossing his arms, made a force  field that surrounding the Speeder. Danny grunted at the exertion, gritting his teeth as he tried to keep the force field surrounding the heavy ship.

The ship still crashed with a loud bang, leaving a large crater around it, but the ship itself was intact. Danny dropped his arms and fell to his knees, exhausted.

The door opened, and his three companions stepped out. "Nice one!" Stephanie praised, and Danny gave her a thumbs-up as he tried to catch his breath. He felt somebody nudge his shoulder, and he saw Damian standing above him with a capri-sun in his hand.

"Drink this," he said, handing Danny the drink. "Do not waste it. I can destroy you."

"Thanks," Danny panted as he poked the straw into the pouch. Damian nodded stiffly.

"Hate to interrupt," Tim said, helping Danny to his feet. "But that that Iron Man wannabe is headed this way."

Danny finished his drink and threw it over his shoulder as his fists lit up with a green aura, ignoring Damian's huff of protest at the littering.

Skulker chuckled as he cracked his knuckles. "Well, look at that," he sneered, "Not a scratch on you! I'm impressed."

"You? Impressed? Who would've thought," Danny said, narrowing his eyes.

Tim pulled out a bo-staff, twirling it around as Damian unsheathed his sword. Stephanie moved to stand beside Danny as she gripped her eskrima sticks.

"Oh, you will soon be impressed yourself," Skulker said as his arms morphed into guns. "You see, I-" he was cut off with a grunt as Danny rushed forward and sent a strong right-hook into his face.

Skulker flew back a few yards before finding his feet again. He glared at Danny. "That was low even for you Ghost Boy. Interrupting me I monologue."

Danny shrugged. "What can I say? It’s the same reason why I’m failing Chemistry; I have a short attention span.” He grinned. "But he doesn't!"

While they had been talking, Damian had managed to get behind Skulker. He jumped into the air, drop-kicking the ghost, sending him to the ground with a thud. Danny picked Skulker up and gave him an uppercut, launching him into the sky.

Skulker shook his head, steadying himself, and shot a barrage of ectoblasts at the four heroes below. Danny made his body intangible while the others, used to being shot at, dodged the blasts with ease. Tim shot his grappling hook at Skulker, wrapping the cord around his leg and pulling him back to the ground.

Tim swung the cord, launching Skulker to the side where his body was met by two hits of Stephanie's eskrima sticks. Skulker merged through the cord and landed on the ground, his teeth grinding together in fury.

"Enough!" he shouted, and sent a shock wave from his arms that blew them back. "I am sick of your pathetic attempts at besting me, whelp! When will you learn that you cannot best the Ghost Hunter!"

"Uh, kind of hard to learn that after I've beaten you, like, every single time we've fought," Danny retorted, putting his hands on his hips with a smirk.

Skulker's eye twitched. "My employer said to bring you in alive, but I don't think he'd mind you all missing a few limbs." His arms morphed into missile launchers, and he held them out at the four.

"Phantom, you possess electrokinesis, correct?" Damian asked quietly, tensing his muscles. Danny nodded.

"Yeah." He met Damian's eyes and smirked as he realized what the younger boy had in mind.

Damian grabbed on to Danny's arm, and, turning them both intangible and invisible, Danny carried Damian into the air, right above Skulker. One of Danny's hands crackled with electricity, and the tip of his fingers brushed against Damian's sword. The blade lit up like a taser. Damian and Danny exchanged a glance and, using Danny's shoulder for leverage, Damian jumped, free-falling towards Skulker.

By the time Skulker saw Damian, it was too late. Damian jabbed his electrified sword into Skulker's armor.

"Oh, crud," Skulker muttered as his armor crackled with electricity, before short-circuiting and launching him into the sky and out of sight.

"Nice one, Damian!" Danny floated to the ground, a wide smile on his face. He raised his hand for a high five. "Up top!"

"Tt. The act of high-fiving is such a ridiculous notion," Damian muttered, but he smacked his hand against the other's anyways. "You did quite well yourself."

"That guy-" Tim popped his shoulder back into place, wincing. "-does not pass the vibe check."

Stephanie snorted. "That guy is the vibe check, Timbers."

Damian sheathed his sword. "I assume that we all have gathered that his employer was Dark Danny?" It was more a statement than a question.

"Oh, for sure," Danny said, before stumbling as Cujo barreled into him. Danny huffed as he lifted the dog to his face. "Where were you, big guy?"

"Are you sure this dog can help us take Future-You down?" Stephanie asked with a raised eyebrow. "A fat lot of help he just was."

"I think he was just sleeping," Danny said as he sat the dog down. "I promise he'll be useful."

"Ship looks pretty good, considering," Tim said from where he was looking at the Specter Speeder. "I think whatever he hit us with just killed the engine. It should start back up."

Danny frowned, a finger on his chin as he pondered aloud. "So if Future-Me has employed Skulker, then he's gotta be somewhere that Skulker has access to. His lair, maybe? But I doubt it. They'd need to be somewhere with some pretty high-tech stuff if they're keeping Batman hostage."

"Are there any technology-related ghosts?" Stephanie asked. Danny didn't answer at first as he watched Tim switch the Speeder on.

"Yes," Danny finally answered. "There is, but I doubt he knows who he's working for. Skulker probably doesn't know either." Danny paused, and the smallest hint of a smile ghosted across his face as another thought struck him. "And I bet Skulker's girlfriend knows even less than that."

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"So you're tellin' me Skulker's working for Future You? Who took away my voice and my beauty?" A ghost with pink, flaming hair in a high ponytail asked. "Now why the heck would you do that for? I thought we were cool."

"We are. This guy is me from another timeline. He isn't me." Danny explained to Skulker's girlfriend. Ember McLain, the Ghost of Song, crossed her arms, her lips turning into a frown.

"No way he would work with someone who wronged me like that. He would never."

"He doesn't know," Tim spoke up. "He probably just offered him money, or whatever currency you use, in exchange for taking Danny and us."

The Infi-map had taken the four to Ember's lair. If anybody could convince Skulker to stop, Danny had reasoned, it would be her.

"With you, Skulker, Cujo and Wulf on our side, we can beat him," Danny said. "Seeing Skulker and I work together might trip him up," he paused. "You do want to beat this guy, right? I mean, he will end up destroying your voice." Even though Ember might not care about the human world being obliterated, she would definitely care about the same thing happening to her voice.

Stephanie and Damian had stayed in the Speeder with Damian. Stephanie's eyes were wide behind her cowl. "Damian, that's Ember McLain," she whispered. "Remember that song Remember from a couple of years ago? The one Jason wouldn't stop singing on patrol? She sang it! And she's a ghost!"

"Of course she is a supernatural being, Brown, I told you she had the voice of a siren," Damian whispered back.

"I'll talk to him," Ember agreed. "He'll listen to me. You guys go find Wulf, and we'll meet you at Technus' place."

"Great." Danny smiled. "Thanks, Ember. I owe you one."

"Well, I might just take you up on that sometime, Ghost Kid."

"So, Wulf," Tim began as the two walked back towards the ship. "He's like a werewolf? You said?"

"He isn't a werewolf, but he looks like what you'd expect a werewolf to look like," Danny explained. "He's a beast, literally and figuratively. And his claws can tear open a portal to our world, so once we get Batman, we can get out of the Ghost Zone fast."

"Great. Where is he?"

"That's the fun part," Danny replied as he got into the Specter Speeder. "We have to break him out of prison. And the people who own it do not like me.”

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this is amazing~

And if we follow this thought process, Jason's echo is totally different too.

In his last moments he use his body as a shield for his bio mom. We can make this simple, that he can brings up a shield that can't be broken or angsty...

For as long as he's conscious and he's protecting someone else his body is impervious. Takes a hit from a bat for Nightwing? The bat breaks across his shoulders. Pushes Damian out of the way of a bullet? in his civies? Bullet acts like he was wearing his gear and crumples. Tucks Tim under himself while the warehouse they're in comes down? Iron beam the should have crushed them both bends at his back.

He thinks he just been lucky until he talks to Danny about maybe being a halfta and learns about echos

Death echoes

So a while ago, i found this dp x dc post that had a really interesting lore headcanon for Danny’s ghostly wail. Idk if I’ll be able to find it again, I’ll link it here if I do, but essentially it posited that every ghost has something called a “death echo”, which is an ability unique to them based heavily on their deaths. These echoes are the most powerful move in a ghost’s moveset, but they’re also extremely volatile and draining, typically damaging the ghost in some way when used, with Danny’s being his Wail because he died screaming. The original post then went on to some really cool halfa!Jason ideas based on these death echoes, but for this lil snippet with an extremely long intro I’d like to focus on Danny a bit more.

Edit: Apparently I may have extrapolated a lot of the actual lore behind these death echos myself? The inspiration post was a lot longer in my memories. Or I might’ve mushed multiple posts into one mental box and then forgot lol. So a lot of the actual detail from this point on is seemingly mostly original material? I think? Idk man, sometimes my brain spits out information without giving me any clues as to where it got that information. Anyway, this post got kinda long and since I’m… decently sure this is where I shifted from summarizing @ailithnight’s post to writing all my own thoughts I figured here would be a good place to throw the cut lol.

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