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raynewolferune · 3 months ago

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Somehow, Tim had always thought the whole "drop a kid off with a note" thing was just a Hollywood trope. Like, he knew it happened, but it also just really didn't? But that was definitely a whole ass child standing in his office and the note in his hand was absolutely mind boggling.

"So, uh, Danny, right?" Tim's voice cracked on the last word and he cleared his throat twice before downing his entire freshly brewed cup of coffee to clear it.negatively.

"Yah!" Danny cheered at him. Oh God, Tim forgot kids tended to have more energy than chronic insomniac business men.was his life flashing before his eyes yet? He cleared his throat again.

"How old are you, little guy?" He forced himself to ask. The note had been woefully lacking in important personal information for the kid.

"I'm almost five!" The kid said with an insistent emphasis llthat told Tim he absolutely would have a tantrum if anyone said he was just four years old.

I need an adult, Tim realized. I am definitely in shock. I need an adult.

"TAM!!!" Tim hollered as he straightened up so he wasn't screaming in the poor kids ear. The door burst open as his PA tore into the room. Tim wasn't usually one to shout for her unless it was an actual emergency. The last time he did he'd been actively bleeding out after tearing his stitches.

Oh, that was another weird thing wasn't it? How had the kid - Danny, his name is Danny, the note was very clear it was Danny not Danielle or Daniel regardless of his legal name and biological sex; his name is Danny and he is a boy - even gotten in to behind with?

Tim pointed at the kid.

"Danny, Tam. Tam, Danny. Apparently his my kid half-brother? Need a test. Imma faint now." He rushed out in a single breath. Then everything went black.

~*~*~

Danny watched his older "half-brother" pass out with wide eyes before turning his head to exchange a bewildered look with 'Tam.' She recovered quickly.

"So, your name is Danny?" She asked, crouching down a bit closer to his level as she spoke. Danny as impressed.

"Yeah," He answered. Danny found himself staring at his feet and twisting his fingers together nervously. Ugh. Ever since he got deaged he'd instinctively acted more and more like a little kid.

"It's nice to meet you, Danny. My name is Tam." She said smiling gently. He knew that, Tim had just said that.

"Is he okay?" Danny asked, looking at Tim's unconscious body on the carpet next to Tam.

"He's fine, sweetie." Tam told him. "Tim's just too stubborn to take his naps so sometimes they catch him instead."

Holy shit, that was hilarious. Danny giggled at the image of a light yellow lion with a sleep cap prowling through the corporate offices to find Tim, pounce on him, and then pin him under itself until he got enough sleep. Danny would totally name that lion "Mr. Naps".

Tam smiled at him.

"Come on, sweetie," she said holding out her hand for Danny to take. "Let's go meet your grampa. I think he's in the building today." She said. Danny took her hand and followed her to go find him. Tim still 'napping' on the carpet behind them.

DPxDC #3 A Tale of Two Jacks.

What if Jack Fenton and Jack Drake were alternate universe versions of each other?

Things diverged a few generations back when the nightingales stayed true to their Monster hunter roots in the DP universe, but in the DC universe took the treasure from monsters lairs to build the family fortune and branch out into other businesses. And the last name changed to Drake a few generations before the other universe changed to Fenton. Also all the really powerful magical artifacts and weapons were hidden away in a secret basement Jack didn’t get around to showing Tim before he died.

Oh and I guess this sort of makes Tim and Danny counterparts. Though not quite as the Jacks each married a different woman. So half brothers, if you squint? Eh whatever.

Anyway this was inspired by @dcxdpdabbles prompt. https://www.tumblr.com/gaddaboutgriffon/756909205456388096/wait-isnt-tims-dad-also-named-jack-of-we-could

Where a Deaged to about 5ish years old Danny gets sent to Tim drake to take care of until it is safe for him to return to his home universe. This leads to a misunderstanding that Danny is Tim’s baby half brother. The DNA test would support it if Danny’s dna wasn’t all scrambled by the ghost zone portal.

So how do you guys think this all plays out?

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gaddaboutgriffon · 15 days ago

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Reblogging all my stuff to see if anyone will add on.

DPxDC #3 A Tale of Two Jacks.

What if Jack Fenton and Jack Drake were alternate universe versions of each other?

Oh and I guess this sort of makes Tim and Danny counterparts. Though not quite as the Jacks each married a different woman. So half brothers, if you squint? Eh whatever.

Anyway this was inspired by @dcxdpdabbles prompt. https://www.tumblr.com/gaddaboutgriffon/756909205456388096/wait-isnt-tims-dad-also-named-jack-of-we-could

So how do you guys think this all plays out?

#tim and danny are thought to be half brothers in a misunderstanding #dc comics #dc #dc x dp prompt #bruce wayne #dp x dc prompt #batfamily #dp x dc crossover #jason todd #tim drake

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simplestoryteller · 3 months ago

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I have to say I’m in love with the childish cuteness that is Danny and Mr Naps it’s so adorable I can’t handle it

I love it!!!!!!

DPxDC #3 A Tale of Two Jacks.

What if Jack Fenton and Jack Drake were alternate universe versions of each other?

Oh and I guess this sort of makes Tim and Danny counterparts. Though not quite as the Jacks each married a different woman. So half brothers, if you squint? Eh whatever.

Anyway this was inspired by @dcxdpdabbles prompt. https://www.tumblr.com/gaddaboutgriffon/756909205456388096/wait-isnt-tims-dad-also-named-jack-of-we-could

So how do you guys think this all plays out?

#tim and danny are thought to be half brothers in a misunderstanding #dc comics #dc #dc x dp prompt #bruce wayne #dp x dc prompt #batfamily #dp x dc crossover #jason todd #tim drake

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raynewolferune · 3 months ago

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Tim woke and bolted upright immediately.

"Oh my god. I left an unknown with Tam."

"Indeed." Came a cool, amused reply.

Tim jumped in his chair with a small shriek, eyes darting over to his office's sitting area where Alfred Pennyworth sat with a cup of tea. Tim stared, was he dreaming?

"I don't have a tea set here." Tim told the possible hallucination blankly.

"No," Alfred agreed outwardly calm but seeming slightly amused to Tim's experienced eye. "I brought a set with me from the manor when I heard from Ms. Tam that I was needed."

Tim still couldn't rule out a hallucination. Or maybe dreaming? Were dreams like this? He couldn't remember.

"I passed out on the floor." Tim said frowning as he tried to determine whether a dream or hallucination was more likely.

Alfred gave him a side eye.

"Hm. Perhaps you should have a cup of coffee." The older man said with a note of disapproval in his voice. "You have had a bit of a shock today."

Tim wisely choose not to argue with that and gratefully accepted the coffee that Dream-Alfred handed him a minute and a half later. Though maybe the realistic passage of time made a hallucination more likely? Tim drank the coffee slowly while Alfred waited patiently for him to finish waking up. When he sat the mug down, the butler began speaking again.

"Firstly, you will be pleased to know that you half-brother is still with Ms. Tam." Alfred started. "Once the tests came back, I stepped in and prevented Master Wayne from taking the lad to the manor."

The old butler maintained eye contact as he spoke, ensuring the young CEO's attention did not drift from the conversation. The topic was far too important to risk the boy missing out on details due to his distraction. Though perhaps he should be considered a young man now, what with him having a child of his own to care for soon enough.

"So he really is?" Tim asked faintly, voice trailing off into shock.

"Yes," Alfred confirmed. "Young Danny is, in fact, your half-brother as the note claimed."

Tim looked down at his own hands, folded together on the table in front of him. He had a brother. Holy shit. He actually had a little brother.

Oh no.

Damian.

Tim's head snapped back up wild-eyed and Alfred held up a hand with a firm and pointed expression.

"As I mentioned before, I have prevented Master Bruce from returning to the manor with the boy. Your brother is currently in the care of Ms. Tam." Alfred reminded him promptly.

Tim sagged back in his chair in relief taking several deep breaths to calm his suddenly racing heart again. Alfred eyed him carefully for a long moment before he spoke again.

"I have forgotten what has occurred between the manor's inhabitants," the old man began. "I do not believe that Young Master Damian would do harm to a younger child and I am quite certain that Master Bruce would never allow such a young child to be put at risk, but regardless I have never forgotten what was done to you by any of our kin." Despite his outward composure, Alfred took a deep shuddering breath. "Given that, I have taken the necessary steps to ensure your little one will not be under the care of any of them without your permission." Alfred held his gaze and Tim felt an undefinable comforting chill pouring over him from his head down to his toes as the butler spoke. The man looked away for the first time. "I know have never apologized for my part in what happened between you and Master Damian, you and Master Bruce, nor even for what happened between you and Master Dick whilst Master Bruce was lost. I felt it wasn't my place as a butler and I was wrong." Alfred raised his eyes to Tim's again. "I will not fail anymore."

There was a heavy silence between them stretching long and large across the office as the furniture cast dark shadows across the room. Belatedly Tim realized it was nearly night now. He'd spent almost a full day unconscious.

Alfred continued to wait in the growing silence, hands folded professionally as he stood.

Tim wondered how long Alfred would wait for Tim's response. If Tim could walk out the door and come back a week later and still find Alfred waiting here for his answer.

Oh.

Tim looked away.

"Thank you," he said softly.

~*~*~

Danny was starting to seriously wonder if his alternate self had done a runner. To be fair, he'd have seriously considered doing one himself in the guy's shoes. Danny'd kind of expected the him to be older. Or younger. Maybe just more put together than fainting in the presence of a toddler? Who knows. Just...not the kind of mess that faints in the presence of a toddler basically.

Not that he was judging!

Danny knew he'd probably faint if he suddenly had a toddler to look after too!

Well, he hadn't with Danielle.

But she was only technically a toddler so that didn't really count.

Probably.

Actually, no. Danny could admit it to himself. He definitely wouldn't have fainted over suddenly having to take care of a toddler!

Tam knelt down next to Danny on the floor.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" She asked gently drawing Danny out of his thoughts. He sniffled.

"Imma okay." He muttered out sniffling some more. He wasn't crying. There was No Way he was tearing up because his new adult probably didn't want him. No way. None!

"Aw, baby," Tam murmured, telegraphing her intentions as she moved to hug him. "What's wrong, sweetie? Are you sad?" She asked, petting his hair back from his face as she met his gaze with somber eyes.

"Noo," Danny denied with a wobble in his voice. His eyes were welling up with tears now damnit!

Tam considered his answer carefully.

"Is it scary?" She asked. "Being with all of us new people in a new place?"

Danny twisted his fingers in his shirt.

"Nooo," it came out as a sob. "Imma not scared!" He sniffled, eyes welling over a little bit.

"Is it me, baby?" Tam asked. Danny shook head fiercely choking out another sob instead of answering.

"Is it Tim?" She asked.

"He hates me!" Danny wailed out hiccuping. Oh my god. Fuck this tiny body. This was absolutely mortifying. "He doesn't want me!" He sobbed gasping for breath. Damn, what the fuck is wrong with me? The man's just fucking unconscious! Danny scolded himself even as he kept crying.

Holy shit, he realized. Jazz was right, emotional self-regulation does come with age.

Oh. This really is gonna suck.

Tam picked him up, humming softly as she swayed side to side, petting his hair soothingly. She murmured gently assurances from time to time, promising that Tim didn't hate him, that Tim absolutely wanted him, and that everything would be better soon.

"I think Mr. Naps might be looking for you." She told Danny as his tears dried up and his eyes started lowering. "It's hard work going new places and meeting new people," Tam said smiling. "And when we work hard sometimes Mr. Naps comes to visit early and that's okay." Her voice grew softer as drifted closer and closer to sleep, easing him further to rest. "Even big boys get visits from Mr. Naps."

"Li' T'm?" Danny heard himself murmuring.

"Just like Tim," Tam agreed warmly. Danny slipped under.

~*~*~

Tam was furious as she stalked back to Tim's office. Sleeping toddler and a small gift bag of goodies for the little one both held with one arm, the second arm supporting the sleeping child drapped across her as needed. Thankfully, Danny had proved to be a heavy sleeper so she'd been able to purchase the bare basic necessities for the toddler along with his very own 'Mr. Naps.'

But that didn't excuse her disaster of a boss for still being UNCONSCIOUS! THIS! THIS RIGHT HERE was why she kept telling him he needed to get more rest on a regular basis!

Okay, no, Tam forced herself to take a deep breath and calm herself. No, she told him that so he wouldn't space out during board meetings.

But that didn't excuse him either.

She pushed open the door to his office without knocking. Tim and Alfred immediately fell silent. As soon as he laid eyes on her, Tim froze like a deer in the sights of a leopard.

Good.

He already knew if he wasn't careful she'd maul him, she thought with satisfaction.

"Ms. Tam," Alfred greeted her, rising to take the bags. "I see our little one is now exhausted. I'm sure you are as well. Would you care for a cuppa?" The older man offered.

Bless everything for Alfred.

"That would be fantastic, Mr. Pennyworth. Thank you," She answered with palatable relief as she carried Danny and carefully eased then both down on the couch. She could feel the child drooling on her shoulder.

"Tam," Tim greeted softly. "How is he?" He asked, nodding at Danny. She frowned.

"He seems to be healthy," Tam began carefully, Alfred listening in as he prepared the tea. "But you should still take him to see Dr. Thompson as soon as possible to be safe." She hesitated briefly before continuing. "He is definitely a meta."

Tim gave a short nod.

"The note mentioned that," he told her. "But nothing more. What did you notice?" He asked.

Tam's expression twisted into a half-snarl half-laugh without the any kind of accompanying vocalization. She fought down her emotional reaction until she fully calmed. Tim made mental a note of it.

"A lot." Tam answered him shortly. "But I think it's better if you interact with him and discover it for yourself."

Tim frowned at her.

"Of course I'll interact with him?" He half stated half asked.

"Will you?" She countered. "Are you sure?"

Alfred rejoined them handing Tam her tea.

"I believe Ms. Tam is referring to your schedule, Young Master Tim." Alfred chimed in. "It is quite..." There was a long searching pause. "Robust at the moment." The butler finished.

Tim looked between the two of them, bewildered.

"What do you mean by that???" He asked.

Tam and Alfred exchanged a glance. Oh shit. Tim had done screwed up somewhere and he knew it. Alfred leveled a look at him.

"While it is true that Master Bruce was a vigilante, CEO of Wayne Enterprise, and raised children all at the same time," the butler began. "He did not do all of that plus cook and clean his home. Nor did he do any part of it alone."

Tim stared at them uncomprehendingly.

"You live alone, Master Tim." Alfred said pointedly.

"Yes? I'm Emancipated?" Tim replied in confusion.

"Exactly." Tam said deadpan. Her expression telling him that his brain was clearly fried right now and she was utterly unimpressed with him as a result of that fact.

"I'll humor you." Alfred decided. "Tell me, who will care for Little Danny while you work both at Wayne Enterprises and at Night?"

The anvil finally fell and Tim sat there staring off into space, stunned, and breathed out.

"Fuck."

DPxDC #3 A Tale of Two Jacks.

What if Jack Fenton and Jack Drake were alternate universe versions of each other?

Oh and I guess this sort of makes Tim and Danny counterparts. Though not quite as the Jacks each married a different woman. So half brothers, if you squint? Eh whatever.

Anyway this was inspired by @dcxdpdabbles prompt. https://www.tumblr.com/gaddaboutgriffon/756909205456388096/wait-isnt-tims-dad-also-named-jack-of-we-could

So how do you guys think this all plays out?

#tim and danny are thought to be half brothers in a misunderstanding #dc comics #dc #dc x dp prompt #bruce wayne #dp x dc prompt #batfamily #dp x dc crossover #jason todd #tim drake #mental image of Mr. Naps brought to you by my early morning unmedicated adhd #misunderstandings were intentionally engineered in this one #dan is pretending to be danny until danny gets back #i'm ready for someone other than clockwork to send danny to another world #also why do we never talk about randy?#we know nothing about him canonically other than that he exisits and is ghost wirter's half brother #so randy can age regress people now lol #gaddaboutgriffon being a real life muse over here ❤️#the plot thickens but nothing happens this round #just setting up for danny's meta-ness and meeting the rest of tim's family #they are totally going to think that danny's high intelligence is part of his meta abilities #tam has theories about danny's scars and reactions #technically she isn't wrong #also kid brains and teenager brains work in entirely different ways plus i'm sharing my adhd experience with danny #this means he will both have extreme emotional outbursts with little warning like a kid and be going wtf i'm not even upset like i do #let's be real if our teenage consciousness got shove back in our toddler brains we'd be acting really OOC too

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raynewolferune · 3 months ago

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Danny hadn't been surprised to learn that an alternate universe version of the Fenton-Nightingales had changed their names to Drake to distance themselves from the Nightgale name instead of just shortening it to Fenton like his universe's family had. The Nightingale name was still infamous in the supernatural community and famous among supernatural hunters after all despite having last been recorded in 1882; just two years after the Industrial Revolution started in the USA. The newly renamed Fenton family had gone into manufacturing weapons to fight supernatural enemies whereas the alternate universe's newly renamed Drake family had invested in medical innovation and research instead. The Drakes had used their ill-gotten gains and left behind hunting altogether whereas the Fentons had honed their hunting techniques.

Danny and Jazz hadn't been surprised to learn any of this.

They had been surprised that Ghost Writer was the one to tell them.

"Given your own reputation and that of your family," Ghost Writer concluded, closing the massive tome of Hunters to Beware that he'd been consulting. "I would recommend leaving your dimension in favor of the Drakes' until you return to you age back up to normal."

"Are you suggesting that there are entities still seeking revenge against the Fenton-Nightingales after all this time?" Jazz asked incredulously. "It's the 21st Century!"

Ghost Writer gave her a deadpan look.

"Not here it isn't." He said with a voice as dry as the Gobi Desert. "Any entities that call the Realms home see no difference between the 21st Century and the 19th. Many more wouldn't even consider then far apart from one another even if they did notice the living worlds' passage of time."

Jazz sputtered in offense. Danny barely managed to hold back from pointing out that the only reason Ghost Writer was even tolerating them this much right now was because the ghost deemed Jazz a kindred spirit. ...and because his half-brother Randy was responsible for this mess.

Who knew Randy could make someone regress back to the age when they had last completely embraced their 'inner child'? Frankly Danny was more shocked that Jazz's tantrum that let her see Young Blood just a month ago had been enough to keep her from regressing as much as Danny had himself.

There was a shift of fabric behind him and Danny turned to look at Sam, Tucker, and Dan. Danny startled when he saw Dan again. Oh, he'd forgotten Clockwork gad sent Dan to stand in for him with his parents. ...why did he keep forgetting that?

"But Danny'll be safe there?" Tucker asked. "You're certain?"

Ghost Writer shrugged.

"Safer than here at least." He said looking bored with the conversation. "If he stays here who knows what Plasmius would do to him?" Ghost Writer set the tome back down on the shelf. "That man will find out the child's been replaced one way or another but it's best he doesn't know exactly what's going on, don't you think so?"

Sam took a menacing step towards Ghost Writer.

"If anything happens to Danny in the world, I will personally flay you with Fenton Tech until you stop regenerating. Got that?" She snarled, jabbing at him with a sharp, black nail.

Ghost Writer rolled his eyes.

Danny really wanted to point out that threat would never work. Ghost Writer, as Danny had somehow instinctively come to understand over the years, was something similar to Pandora. He was an entity that had created and come to embody it's own concept overtime. Pandora had created and come to embody the idea of subduing evil. Ghost Writer had created and come to embody the written word. Their concepts might be easier to destroy than Time or Cold but it certain couldn't be done in any one lifetime.

He accidentally met Dan's gaze while avoiding Sam's.

"What do you think, twerp?" His alternate future self asked. "You up for living in a different dimension?"

Danny considered the question, twisting his fingers in his shirt as he looked down at the floor chewing on his lower lip.

"Would I be alone?" He heard himself ask quietly. There was a long pause.

"Well?" Dan demanded finally. "Would he be?"

Ghost Writer hummed and Danny heard pages turning as he stared down at his tiny light up sneakers. Oh my god, I am so freaking small. He realized again. It kept hitting him in waves that this was really happening, he really had deaged.

"Aha," a soft exclamation came from slightly further away. Ghost Writer must have wondered further into his library in search of the answer. "It looks like the universe in question has only one Drake left living." The man sounded amused as he spoke. Jazz gently squeezed Danny's shoulder in reassurance and he raised his head to peer curiously at Ghost Writer from under his bangs.

"Who?" Jazz asked for him.

"Timothy Drake-Wayne," Ghost Writer answered. "He was adopted into the Wayne family just a bit prior to when you'll be arriving," Danny knew 'a bit' literally meant nothing coming from Ghost Writer since the man thought the Salem Witch Trials only happened 'a bit' ago too. "And he just so happens to be Danny's alternate self!" Ghost Writer said cheerfully. "You've different mothers but Jack was father to both of you. That will work out quite well." He finished with a vicious grin.

Of course, all grins looked kind of vicious on him. Danny noted. It was the sharp teeth that made him look mean. Like a shark.

"What do you mean by that?" Sam snapped out, hands curling into fists at her side.

"He's talking about setting Danny up with an identity in that world." Tucker answered her already tapping away at his PDA as h spoke. "What do their official documents looks like? I can leave the dad blank on the birth certificate but we'll need to back file everything and think of how to make Tim draw the obvious conclusion that Danny's his half-brother."

"I am always so happy to see young ones embrace common sense." Ghost Writer said snapping his fingers. Several dozen holograms appears around Tucker with examples of what the documents would need to look like, basic information about the timeline, and an obituary for Madeline Walker. "Thankfully, your mother's alternate only died a year and a half ago in that world and her records are quite spotty before that. Criminal ties perhaps? Or government espionage? Well, it's all the same for our end. A toddler would hardly know anything about what their mother did more than a year ago." He said dismissively.

Dan leveled a glare at Ghost Writer but stayed silent. Danny looked between them with open curiousity and wondered if there was some kind of history there. Jazz nudged him gently with her knee and he turned his attention back to the conversation.

"I suppose I should back file the paperwork for you," Ghost Writer sighed like it was a monumental favor on his part. "It is Randy's fault to begin with after all."

That also sounded like a lot of history to be honest. Danny had ALWAYS been curious about what Ghost Writer's deal with Randy was. He opened his mouth to ask and got nudged again. This was starting to seem familiar.

It took a while longer to hash out the details and documents. Then another bit to back file them. (Danny really, really wanted to know how Ghost Writer was able to open portals to any time and place of his choosing but Jazz nudged him everytime he started to ask so he couldn't.) Then finally Ghost Writer wrote the finished letter for Timothy Drake-Wayne that read:

"Dear Drake Family,

In the event of my untimely death, I, Madeline Walker, bequeath my son, Daniel Jack Walker, to your care. It seems only fitting that in the absence of his mother her be raised by his father, Jack Drake.

Please be aware, our child is a meta. Should you prove a threat to his health and safety, he has my eternal permission to end you.

To Jack, I apologize for never telling you about our child but I do not regret my decision given our individual circumstances at the time. Please take good care of Danny - he prefers Danny do not call him Daniel or Danielle - for me. I expect you to take better care with him than you have your other child thus far or I will haunt you myself. Dead or not.

A Loving Mother,

Madeline Walker"

"That is such a messed up letter." Tucker muttered under his breath.

"Yes, well," Ghost Writer began. "We don't know much about her personality or if the Drakes would have encountered her at any point to be aware of it. However, as a last request of a meta toddler's parent it should be fine. Gotham is a rough city as the records indicate. This level of viciousness should be practically pedestrian."

"Okay," Sam agreed carefully. "But how is Danny going to explain the year and a half delay in coming to the Drake family?" She asked.

Ghost Writer scoffed.

"He is four!" The older ghost exclaimed throwing up his hands in exasperation. "Four year olds don't explain anything!"

Jazz, Tucker, and Dan all nodded in agreement. Which...Dan was familiar with four year olds? How did that happen? Wait, no, focus Danny. Jazz nudged him again.

"Are you ready, little brother?" She asked crouching in front of him. Danny looked down, fingers twisting his shirt again.

"I guess." He said. Jazz wrapped him carefully in a hug.

"Be safe, baby brother. I love you so much."

Sam and Tucker hugged him next, both sniffling and promising to see him again as soon as he got back. Dan watched silently blank faced as Ghost Writer waited only somewhat patiently. Finally they pulled apart and Ghost Writer offered Danny his hand guiding him deeper into the library to a well concealed Diaz with an attached console.

"I will place you in the men's bathroom of Wayne Enterprise." Ghost Writer told him. "That way you'll be through security already." He tapped away at different keys and turned two dials to adjust setting that Danny was sure he wouldn't understand even if he could see them clearly. "You must go left when you leave the bathroom, follow the signs to the elevator, and get off at the 60th floor. Hold the close door button until you arrive so that you don't get caught." Ghost Writer punctuated that statement with a sharp glare at Danny over his the top of his glasses. "Timothy Drake-Wayne is the CEO. Go straight once you leave the elevator and open the door at the end of the hall without knocking. If you knock, you'll get caught by his PA. Once in his office, hand him the letter immediately and it will all work out."

"How do you know that?" Danny asked, stepping onto the Diaz when Ghost Writer gestured for him to. Ghost Writer gave him a wicked grin.

"Because that's what make a good story, kid." He pressed a button and world burned with blue light. Once it faded, Danny found himself in a bathroom. Time to get to work.

DPxDC #3 A Tale of Two Jacks.

What if Jack Fenton and Jack Drake were alternate universe versions of each other?

Oh and I guess this sort of makes Tim and Danny counterparts. Though not quite as the Jacks each married a different woman. So half brothers, if you squint? Eh whatever.

Anyway this was inspired by @dcxdpdabbles prompt. https://www.tumblr.com/gaddaboutgriffon/756909205456388096/wait-isnt-tims-dad-also-named-jack-of-we-could

So how do you guys think this all plays out?

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raynewolferune · 3 months ago

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When Tam knocked on the closed door of just the next room over, Danny rolled his eyes. He could've walked that far without having to hold her hand! He wasn't that small!

Oh.

Yes, he is.

"Who is it?" A voice called through the door sounding like a rather fruity airhead. Danny's noise scrunched. Ew. Why would anyone willingly talk like that?

"Mr. Wayne, it's Tam and a guest." She called back through the door.

"Oh!" There was a shuffling sound through the door, a drawer closed. "Come on in!" The man called out cheerfully then.

Tam opened the door and led Danny into a nearly empty office. The man's desk was almost completely cleared, his shirt was wrinkled, his hair was slightly a mess, and there were small circular bruises near his collar. Shapped like fingerprints or lips. ...Danny didn't want to know. That was decidedly none of his business. He is baby now. He sees nothing.

Tam's lips pressed together in a tight line and there was a furrow in her brow.

Danny felt a spike of primal "Oh shit" race through him at the sight of her expression. Mr. Wayne's entire body was suddenly tense where he was seated behind his desk.

"Mr. Wayne," Tam started in a firm voice, giving Danny's hand a gentle reassuring squeeze. "Meet little Danny Drake." She said. "Tim had to take a nap, but he said Danny might be his half-brother and asked us to run the tests immediately."

Danny thought Tam was giving Tim a lot more credit than he deserved. The man had definitely not managed to actually say all of that before he'd keeled over. Hmm, then again, maybe that's what PAs are for? Mind reading?

Mr. Wayne was gaping open mouthed at the pair of them.

"Mr. Wayne?" Tam verbally prodded.

"W-wha-" Mr. Wayne started in a faint voice. "Nope." His eyes rolled back and he collapsed forward onto his desk out cold.

Danny stared. Tam stared. They looked at each other. Did that really just happen?

"Did the nap lion get him too?" Danny asked before he could stop himself, utterly bewildered that two male 'relatives' had fainted on him in less than half and hour.

Tam schooled her expression into something other than shock.

"It seems so." She agreed brightly. "Silly grown ups should know better than to forget their naps."

Danny started giggling again. Tam smiled and crouched down in front him to be closer to his level.

"What about you, little man?" She asked. "Did you remember to take your nap today?"

Danny nodded quickly.

"Yes, ma'am!" He said. "I already went to see Mr. Naps today."

"Mr. Naps?" She asked.

"He's a lion with moon yellow fur and if you don't take your naps he follows you and makes you lay down." Danny explained seriously.

"Moon yellow? I thought the moon was blue." Tam said teasingly.

"No!!!" Danny shouted stamping his foot. "It's yellow! The sun is yellow and the moons reflects a paler yellow back too!" He shouted then froze.

Holy shit. Did he just throw a tantrum?!

"Oh, of course," Tam agreed easily, ignoring his sudden stop. She had seen plenty of children stop like that before. When they were waiting for a hit. "That was silly of me. I'm sorry." She said.

Danny peered up at her through his bangs carefully watching her reaction and finally nodded.

His stomach growled loudly. Tam covered her grin with one hand as Danny flushed red.

"It looks like our little lion man is hungry, I know I am." It was a lie. He knew she wasn't hungry. "Would you like to come with me to get a snack?" She asked holding out her hand for him to hold as she stood again.

"Okay," Danny decided and grabbed her hand.

She'd be more concerned about the fainting men in her professional life later. Right now, Tam had a kid to babysit.

DPxDC #3 A Tale of Two Jacks.

What if Jack Fenton and Jack Drake were alternate universe versions of each other?

Oh and I guess this sort of makes Tim and Danny counterparts. Though not quite as the Jacks each married a different woman. So half brothers, if you squint? Eh whatever.

Anyway this was inspired by @dcxdpdabbles prompt. https://www.tumblr.com/gaddaboutgriffon/756909205456388096/wait-isnt-tims-dad-also-named-jack-of-we-could

So how do you guys think this all plays out?

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