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short 3: operation mousetrap
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Nightwingâs eyes glazed over the case file he had already memorized as they made their way to the scene of their mission. Superboy fidgeted in the seat next to him, untempered. It had taken Nightwing and Robin (mostly Nightwing), and Mâgaan almost the whole pre-mission briefing to convince Superboy to not just fly there, and actually take the bio-ship with them. He could empathize though. When Young Justice had first formed unofficially on their unsanctioned mission to CADMUS to, eventually, break Superboy out of his cloning pod the Justice League along with the bandit of misfits the Young Justice team was at the time had done everything they could and expended every resource to track and shut down anymore similar projects. Unfortunately and fortunately, Konner had been the only one to be stable enough to survive outside of the cloning pod, and since CADMUS had been permanently shut down there would be no more cloning projects (from them at least). Â
Or so they thought.Â
A mission that the Teen Titans were on almost a month ago had given them a tip off that there were still more CADMUS research operations happening. According to the files and research they had gathered, which, granted, wasn't as much as they would've liked, it seemed like there was something about this specific branch that had been different than the ones they had been tracking down after finding Konner. That had been the explanation to why they were only finding out about them now, years after they had thought theyâd seen the last of them. Batman wasn't happy to be blindsided like that. And neither were they. Konner, naturally, had taken it the worst. Practically begged to be on the mission even though itâs not his usual modus operandi. Nightwing suspected that he felt some kind of responsibility to see it through, which as illogical as it may be, he understood where Konner was coming from. Â
So here they were, Nightwing (Since Batman couldn't oversee it himself), Superboy (As previously stated), Robin (Teen Titan representative of choice) and Miss Martian headed towards the new CADMUS location in an intense silence. The mission was sanctioned as a recon mission, the objective was to not to be seen so they could bug their systems and find out just how much of CADMUS they had overlooked. Hence the two bats and a martian that could go intangible. Cyborg was on standby at the Watchtower in case his expertise was required, Robin could put him through. CADMUS dabbled in a lot more than just clones, so the team was surely in for a surprise.Â
Nightwing was confident it was nothing they couldnât handle.Â
They kept in the shadows, Miss Martian connecting them telepathically as they split up. She headed off with Robin to the main control room, Nightwing stuck with Superboy as they got eyes on whatever was afoot here. Superboy easily fell into Nightwingâs lead, leaving minimal traces of their presence.Â
âWeâre clear.â Robin informed them that he and Miss Martian had successfully reached the control room, âIâm tapping into the mainframe; downloading and in process.âÂ
âWere you seen?â Nightwing asked back, hotwiring the security panel for one of the doors marked Authorized Access Only (that translates to âyou should probably check this outâ in vigilante speak).Â
âNegative.â Miss Martian echoed back.Â
âIt tell you what we're up for?â Superboy asked, as the door silently opened. Nightwing stopped him from entering so he could scan the area for laser, boobie (heh) traps and other such sensors. All clear.
âSystems scanning. Will update. Over.â Robin said curtly, likely busy getting past the security without ringing any alarms.Â
âHeading into an access point. Still clear. Over.â Nightwing reported, as their communication line went quiet but the light buzz the connection gave still echoed in his scalp.Â
The lack of guards was concerning to say the least. The building wasnât abandoned, there were still people going about. But they had all been in lab coats doing things that people that wore lab coats in shady underground operations did, not security going around securing the place. Even the access point hadnât had any sensors that hotwiring couldnât dismantle. Nightwing knew enough about CADMAS operations to know that this wasnât how CADMUS operated. Knowing better than to hope for the best he told Superboy to keep his guard up, trusting Robin to come to the same conclusion as him.Â
They surveyed the access point. They had managed to get pretty deep into the building so there was sure to be something juicy in here. Weapons of mass destruction, an unnamed virus that could kill on impact, neo-Armegedon. All in previous case files stored under CADMUS along with superhero cloning. Nightwing was relatively certain he wouldnât be finding any more cloning attempts, which had been the core of what they had been searching for during the first CADMUS eradication operations. Looked into all the big pharmas connects and everything. Crazy how far a name like âWayneâ could take you.Â
So imagine Nightwingâs surprise when Superboy calls him over while heâs snooping through the on hand files in the large room to see what all the freaky green bio-substance in the rows and rows of mason jars were supposed to be for and he sees an all to familiar pod. A pod that might even be referred to as a cloning pod. There was a kid inside, male, estimated age 7-10. It was always hard to tell ages with clones. Skin tone was hard to tell in the green of the liquid he was basking in, but it looked tan - melatonin tan, kid probably never got a lick of Vitamin D in his life. His hair was white in some parts and black in others, kinda like a zebra. Or was dalmatian a better reference? His umbilical cord was still attached- or something that served as one, if he were to guess. Nightwing couldnât see where it led to as it disappeared into the ceiling.Â
âWe gotta get him out.â Superboy said through clenched teeth. Nightwing couldnât imagine the memories going through his head. His hand went for the control panel before Nightwing stopped him.Â
Superboy looked like he wanted to put up a fight so Nightwing was quick to explain, âWe donât know if heâs stable enough to not be in there. If you open it, or wake him or whatever- you could kill him. You need to think about this objectively, Superboy.â The anger didnât dissipate but Nightwing trusted the nod of understanding he received and released his arm. âClones donât usually have an umbilical cord.â Nightwing noted, âThey mustâve tried a new recipe.â Tuning back into Miss Martian's mental link, âRob. You find anything yet?âÂ
âThe informationâs coded, Cyborg and I are working on it. But all Iâve found so far is not looking good.â There was a beat of silence, and Nightwingâs chest twisted in anticipation. âThey have a project Grayson.âÂ
âWhat?â Nightwing âAre you sure itâs not just a coincidence.â Superboyâs eyes snapped to Nightwing who turned to look at the boy in the cloning tube and wondered if his eyes would be blue when (if) he opened them. The memory of his own parents telling him the trails of his birth flashed in his head. His mother couldnât conceive, so theyâd found a doctor to help. Heâd been a test-tube baby. At Least until he was old enough to be in a womb. He knew how it worked. And he knew that both his parents had to get harvested for it. Considering who they were dealing with, it wasnât impossible their samples werenât stolen.Â
âCodename: P40-N10; Attempt 16: Project Grayson.â Robin recited âThatâs all I got so far.âÂ
âRobin, we're getting company.â Miss Martian's voice said, alarmed.Â
With a curse Robin ended the conversation. If they found Red Robin and Miss Martian then it wouldnât be long until guards came by their alley either. Quickly Nightwing tapped the computer screen that most likely connected to the kidâs suspension chamber. Superboy made himself useful looking through the paper trail stored in the shelves, since he could read faster than the average human. Robin was right about the coded information, trying to bypass whatever software they were using a pinprick he hadnât been expecting poked through Nightwingâs glove drawing only a drop of blood.Â
That canât be good.
The computer screen shifted to the loading sign, force-freezing any other on going processing for whatever just popped up. Instinctively, Nightwing backed up from the screen, bracing for some kind of explosion or attack to come from somewhere. But the screen finished loading and a present icon popped up, deceptively colorful. Despite not touching the mouse, the cursor moved to the icon with an exaggerated click and the present opened with a light fanfare of digital confetti.Â
Operation MouseTrap: Activated.Â
Nightwing didnât know what that meant, but it couldnât be good. Before he could process what course of action he should take- optimally a self-extraction, theyâd been sniffed- the glass dome encasing the kid retracts with a loud sound and the substance is drained only just fast enough to not spill over the glass.Â
They had been expecting them.Â
MouseTrap. They were mice.Â
Crap. Crap. Crap.Â
âRob, MM. We need to leave. Now.â Nightwing ordered urgently. Superboy was on his feet, catching the kid from hitting the floor with a speed Nightwing couldnât match.Â
âI got him. We need to cut the wire.â Superboy said, checking the boy for a pulse. Approaching them quickly, Nightwing sliced through the umbilical cord with a batarang.Â
âWhatâs the situation?â Robin asked,Â
âWeâve got them handled on our end.â Miss Martian reported.Â
âWeâve been set-up. Iâll explain later. We need to go.â Nightwing snapped, just as the overhead alarms started blaring. He shouldâve seen this coming a mile away. Â
Superboy picked the boy up. âPulse is there, but barley. He needs medical attention, fast.â He used his jacket to cover the boy, holding him to his chest as he made his way to the door they had come in from.Â
âItâs too risky to take him with us. They wanted us to find him, there had to have been a reason.â Nightwing stepped in his path, staying aware of potentially being approached from behind. The containers he had been looking into earlier were forgotten in their corner of the room.Â
âSo what?â Superboy asked venomously, âWe leave him here? âCause he's dangerous?â A took a threatening step closer, âA threat?â Cloning projects were always a sensitive topic for all the Supers, Konner specifically. Reasons obvious.Â
Nightwing sighed, âNo.â He looked at the child and he couldnât help but notice the similarities. Both with himself(phenotypically) and with Konner(in every other way). âNo, we canât leave him here. But we canât go into this headfirst.â There was a volley of footsteps approaching.Â
âNightwing. Superboy. ETA?â Robin asked through the link.Â
âWe could take him to Mt. Justice?â Superboy tried to offer. âTitanâs Tower?âÂ
âMt. Justice is a secure location, we shouldnât risk them being able to track the kid. Weâd be risking everyone that stays there.â Nightwing explained, he could hear footsteps approaching. There was a crowd of them. âAnd the tower wouldnât have the proper equipment to monitor or take care of him, medically.â The option of the Bat Cave filtered through Nightwing's mind, but he didnât offer.
âGuys.â Miss Martian, called. âDo you copy?â
âWatchtowerâs the safest bet, then.â Superboy pressed, âItâs crawling with heroes. Batman will be there. And Superman. Whatâs the worst one kid can do?â A lot. But Konner wouldnât take that answer. Nightwing caught the kidâs hand twitch from under Superboyâs leather jacket.Â
âNightwing. Superboy.â Robin called again, urgency in his tone. âDo you copy?âÂ
âWhy canât our recons never actually be recons?â Nightwing sighed dramatically reaching for his batons as the door opened to reveal a folly of security guards. If they were meant to get in and get the kid, then they would sure as hell leave with him. Batmanâs lecture be damned.Â
âA few friends dropped by. Weâll catch you in five.â Nightwing finally responded, âGet the medkits ready, we have a stowaway.âÂ
Superboy let out a breath and his shoulderâs visibly relaxed, as he pulled the kid closer in his arms. He looked tiny next to Superboy's wide shoulders. Even if he was 7 he was small for it. Nightwing didnât have much time to take in the kid, locked into a fight he couldâve taken in his formative Robin days, with a Super as back up. The two hurried down the corridor they had entered from, not bothering to take to the shadows when the loud red buzzer and alarms had exposed them. With Superboyâs enhanced strength the boy in his hands barely caused a dent in their escape plans. Though he was so small and skinny, Nightwing was confident their roles couldâve been reversed with minimal disadvantage.
The bioship took off the second the two landed both feet on board. Robin took one look at the heap of a child in Superboyâs arms and domino shifted in what Nightwing knew to be a questioning eyebrow.Â
âHeading back to Mt. Justice.â M'gann said as they steadied in the sky. Â
âDrop us off at the Watchtower on your way.â Dick called, following behind Konner to where Tim had set up their makeshift Medbay.Â
âBâs gonna flip.â Tim said approaching the stretcher the ship formed for them, as Konner laid the kid down gingerly. Dick shrugged, watching the monitors Tim hooked the kid up to. They were low, but they were steady. âHe looks like you.â Tim commented again, stepping back to examine his work.Â
His hair had strips of white in that Dick never had the displeasure of dealing with, but Dick had never been in a cloning pod and he couldnât be sure if the white hair was a genetic thing or a side effect of whatever the green stuff was. He shouldâve gotten a sample of the vials when he had a chance. Have something to show for himself at the lecture he was no doubtably going to have to sit through with B. His skin wasnât as tan as Dickâs but Dick spent excess hours in the sun and the kid got his umbilical cord cut only minutes ago. He had a dust of freckles, like Dick did. His nose bridge had a crick in it like Dickâs momâs in the pictures, but Dickâs nose didnât have one. His jaw was slim and angled like Dickâs had been before he hit puberty, and his skin was clear of any of the acne Dick had fought hard and long in his middle-teens. His shoulderâs didnât have the muscles Dick had been trained into since before he could remember, making his entire body slimmer and smaller than Dickâs had been at that age.Â
It was like looking into a funhouse mirror of himself.
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âNightwing.â Batman called in a tone that Dick had become, unfortunately, very used to over the years. âExplain.âÂ
âWe were reconn-ing, like planned. Found the kid, alarms went off. It was no longer a recon.â He slumped into the empty chair with the Big Blueâs emblem etched into the leather of it. A bored look on his face to hopefully deter the length of the incoming lecture.Â
âYou were team leader and as team leader you should know better than to not notice things. Clues that arenât there are tells as much as clues that are there, and you led your team-â The lecture was cut off by a color-clad man Nightwing hadnât had the pleasure of knowing the name of, his hurried eyes filtering between the duo and landing pointedly on Nightwing, hesitant to say anything in the presence of The Almighty Batman. But Nightwing knew. There was only one reason anyone would be looking for him right now.Â
âThe kidâs-â
âAwake. Yeah, I got it.â Nightwing said pushing past him and hurrying in the direction of the Medbay Konner had refused to leave. Batman was on his tail, never one to leave a child vulnerable or unattended, regardless of the potential threat levels. Or maybe it was because he was a threat.Â
Nightwing entered before Batman, but he could feel him falter at the sight of the kid that sat in the bed with a posture Alfred had taken years to instill in Dick. His hair was still a patchwork of black and white, Dick wondered if he was wrong to think there was more white than there had been before. But as he stepped through the door, large blue eyes locked with Dickâs own. His Father had blue eyes. And his mother had a hooked nose. Heâd seen the pictures. Heâs memorized them. The slim jaw, the large eyes, and the lush lips. He looked like Dick, but not identical.Â
âHe just woke up.â Konner told Dick quietly, but still loud enough for the kid to hear. Dick took off his domino, Batman left his on. The only people in the room were the three of them, the kid, and the doctor who was looking after him. The kid eyed them all wearily nonetheless.Â
âHi,â Dick started with a smile, making sure to keep his hands in view and move them slowly, âIâm Richard Grayson, most people call me Dick.â He wondered if the joke would make him laugh or cringe. The kid just watched him and gave no reaction. Dick cleared his throat and continued, âI was one of the people that helped you get out of your pod.â he informed him. Still no reaction, but he could tell the kid was listening.Â
Batman stepped to speak, âDo you know who you are?â A clear question, classic Bat.Â
âP-four-zero-dash-N-ten.â He recited in almost a robotic way. When Konner had been broken out of his pod, he had memories, an objective.Â
âWhat he means is do you have a name?â Dick said even though he knew thatâs not what Batman had meant.Â
âProject Grayson. Attempt 16, variation B-7.â He said in the same tone. His eyes moved fast and widely and he took in Dick and Batmanâs reactions. Without prompt he continued, âSubject A-1 of operation MouseTrap. To be released from confinement under circumstances of acceptance of preliminary requirements.âÂ
There was a beat of silence, âWhat are the preliminary requirements?â Batman asked his voice hesitant in the way that Batman never hesitated.Â
âRequirement 1: Suitable requirements of sustainability. Requirement 2: Overridden entry granted,â When Nightwing hotwired the security to get in, âRequirement 3: DNA match Richard Grayson.âÂ
âWhat do you know about Richard Grayson?â Batman questioned again. The doctor stepped closer to the kid, but waited for Batmanâs question to be answered.Â
âRichard Grayson, son of Mary Grayson and John Grayson. Recognized as the Flying Graysons, a well known international circus act. Orphaned at age 8, adopted by Bruce Wayne at age 8. First notable appearance as Robin estimated age 9. First notable Nightwing appearance estimated age 19 to 20. Noted weapon of choice: dual escrima sticks. Proficient in martial arts, with emphasis in aerial maneuvers. Threat level: 9.â He paused again, eyes not leaving the whites of Batmanâs cowl. âDo you require more details?âÂ
âNo.â He said quietly. He took a small step back as silent permission for the doctor to go ahead.Â
The kidâs eyes went to the doctor, taking in the lab coat before the doctor herself. âIâm going to draw some blood for testing. Is that okay?â The doctor displayed the empty syringe in her hands, not bringing the potential threat closer. The kid eyed the medical device.Â
âUnderstood.â He offered up his still bare forearm. The doctor seemed hesitant at that, but proceeded regardless. The boyâs features that had stayed a daring still during the entire not-really-a-conversation-probably-more-of-an-interrogation, made the light twitch of his left eye as the syringe penetrated his skin only more apparent.Â
Dick considered the interaction they had so far. The kid was definitely a kid. Presumably human considered the resemblance they seemed to share, but you could never be too sure with CADMUS. The tests would prove that once the results were back. But he seemed sentient, picking up on (the lack of) social cues and trying to correct (in his perspective) the mistakes he had made. He reacted to pain, maybe not in the way most kids would, but he wasnât most kids. He had blood, so he wasnât a cyborg. There was probably some brainwashing they needed to tap into, but nothing the League hadnât dealt with before.Â
The doctor asked him whether he preferred a Superman bandaid or Wonder Woman. His head tilted to the side just a bit, as he examined both bandaids. Then stared at the doctor in silence. The doctor retreated to grab one of the boring brown ones they gave you when you werenât allowed to have choices anymore. Konner watched the whole interaction from the corner of the room.Â
When Dick moved in wide steps, the kid watched him carefully with more curiosity than fight. He brought Konner close, but not so much that they were crowding the boy. They still didnât know what he was capable of, and this would be the worst way to find out. âThis is Konner.â Dick gave his shoulder a dramatic clap that he knew wouldnât hurt the man, âHeâs from CADMUS too, long story.â Curiosity took the better of him, âDo you know about project KR?â The kid tilted his head the way he had done with the doctor, which Dick took to mean he was confused and decided not to press the topic, âWell, anyway. Konner here can help you out with anything we canât. Isnât that right, Kon?â Dick spoke animatedly, pointedly being overly friendly in his demure with Konner.Â
Konner gave a nervous nod. Given the fight heâd put up to make sure they brought the kid with them, he was being awfully shy.Â
The kid looked between them, expression calculating. âKonner.â He echoed Dickâs cadence at the name, but it sounded strange in the monotone. Then he seemed to take a moment to process the name, eyebrows bunching up. He turned to Dick head tilted again. Dick was starting to find it quite endearing. âKonner here.â He echoed Dickâs voice again, but Dick gave him the space to try to find his next words that were brewing on his face, âKon?â It had the slightest tilt of a question. Â
âKon is a nickname.â Konner was quick to explain, his voice was gentle and placating in the way Supermanâs often was. âMy real name is Kon-el, but most people call me Konner, and my friends call me Kon.âÂ
âKon is a nickname.â The kid repeated, looking point blank into Konnerâs eyes. Then he turned to Dick, âMost people call me Dick.â He repeated Dickâs introduction from before.Â
Dick gave him a large grin, âYeah, Dick is a nickname, too. People only call me Richard if theyâre mad at me. You picked that up pretty quick kid. Youâre a smart one arenât âcha.âÂ
âPretty quick.â He echoed.Â
âDo you want to pick out some clothes?â Konner asked. They kept a reserve of all sizes in the room across from the MedBay, they came in handy and also reminded people that Batman designed this place because who else would think to have a gift-shop themed store in the middle of space.Â
âPick out? Some clothes.â
âOh yeah, we got a bunch.â Dick nods.
Surprisingly it was Batman that spoke up next, âWould you like to go see?âÂ
âYouâre a smart one arenât âcha.â He says in the same praising manner Dick had, the musculature of his face still steady. Konner hid his laughter much better than Dick, who doubled over in hysterics. Batman didnât laugh, he never did, but there was a wisp of a smile on his face and that was as close to a cackle you could get out of the cowl.
Dick decided to save the Nightwing merchandise indoctrination for when the kid knew how to say no and mean it. Theyâd gone through and shown him a handful of options that were his size, because there were a lot of options. In the end heâd picked a hoodie with patchwork of Wonder Womanâs logo on it, that he wore over an equally vibrant Green Lantern t-shirt, and bright red Flash pajama pants. A lot of color, not that Dickâs original Robin costume had been much better in that aspect. The kid could use a bit of color in his life after whatever insanity heâd been put through.Â
Dick saw the way Batmanâs eyes trailed after the kidâs every movement, and hands ready to pick out wherever his eyes landed on. Heâd definitely be seeing more of the kid. Pulling the clothes on to replace the hospital gown, the kid looked at himself in the mirror, pulling at the clothes that were still a little big on him and examining them under the gaze of the mirror. When he was satisfied with the ensemble, he turned back to them.Â
Dickâs phone buzzed with a text.Â
Timbers: Updates?
Itâd probably be best if Dick called him to explain. Which heâd have to do later. âAre you hungry, buddy?âÂ
The kid looked at him curiously, head dipping to the side. The oversized hoodie only added to the look. âI like macânâcheese. Do you want to try that?âÂ
âPretty quick.â He said, in what Dick would deduce to be a yes.Â
âThereâs going to be a lot of people there.â Batman explained, voice slow and enunciated, âWe can bring you the macânâcheese or you can come with us to get it.â
The Watchtower wasnât too crowded today, most of the heroes with other bases were there, but even todayâs small number might be overwhelming for the kid. âLot of people there.â he echoed, wide eyes looking up to meet the Caped Crusaderâs.Â
âTheyâre other heroes. Like Wonder Woman,â Konner pointed to his hoodie, âGreen Lantern,â the shirt peeked out from under the hoodie, âand Flash.âÂ
âSuperman. Aquman. And this is the Martian Manhunter.â The kid quoted from their quick explanation earlier.Â
Dick nodded, âYeah like them, and theyâre our friends so theyâre not going to hurt you. But they might not be there because uh-â Dick hesitated about what he should say, âtheyâre at work.â he settled.Â
After a lot of consideration the kid seemed willing to head to the cafeteria, and they picked a seat in the corner where they could see the whole room but be out of the way enough so the kid didnât get spooked. Batman and Konner took the kid to pick out which of the meals he thought looked most appetizing while Dick called Tim.Â
The phone rang a few times, âHow screwed are you?â Tim said in lue of a greeting.Â
Dick laughed, âYou should come by and meet your new brother.âÂ
âWhat! Itâs been like four hours?âÂ
âHeâs known him for like thirty minutes.â Dick watched as Batman and Konner did their best at explaining what each of the foods were.Â
âSeriously?â Tim exclaimed before sighing, âKid got a name?âÂ
âWeâre working on it.âÂ
âIs he gonna stay at the Manor?âÂ
âProbably not for a while. What did you find on him?â
Another sigh, more frustrated. âItâs taking a while. But I should have it done in an hour.âÂ
âPersonal delivery?âÂ
âIâll see what I can do.â A pause, some of the other heroâs gave the kid curious looks. But fortunately no one approached since Batman was his shadow. âYou know who he is, yet?â Tim meant in relation to Dick. Because there was some relation, people donât just look alike. Not the way they did.Â
Brother. Son. Duplicate. Dick hadnât really given himself the chance to think about it. Like really think about it. He has a family, sure, Bruce, Alfred, Barbra, Jason and Tim. But he had a family. The ones who told him Romani folktales and helped him feed the circus animals even though they werenât allowed. He was the last of the Graysons, but that could only happen if there had been Graysons before. And there had been. Until they had fallen from grace, and the show light stopped shining upon them. But there was another Grayson now, in whatever way he had been made, and whoever he was supposed to be. Dick wasnât the last Grayson anymore, and he hoped he would never have to be again. âWe did some tests. They havenât come back yet.âÂ
âHm. Iâll stop by when I can.âÂ
ââKay. Toodles.â Dick could hear him snort at that before the line disconnected.Â
When Dick finally made it to the table, the kid looked up at him. He put a singular cheesy gnocchi in his mouth that took him a few tries to get on the end of his fork. The kid tried for another bite, hair flopping around as he tried to work the fork. Batman watched him as he managed to fill his fork with more than he would be able to fit in his mouth, then toppled and fell into the bowl. Confused, he tried again. This time Batman took the fork from him demonstrating how to use the utensil with a silent patience, and handed it back to the boy loaded with a bite.Â
Flash, ever the conversationalist, caught sight of them and made his way to the table. âCool pants, kid.â he commented jovially sitting in the empty space next to Konner.Â
The kid looked down at his pants, cheese smeared around his mouth that Dick could tell Batman was seriously contemplating whipping. But neither of them were ready to push the kidâs boundaries yet, if he even had any. The kid examined the Flash emblem that patterned his pants, then up at the matching and much more meticulously designed on the speedsterâs chest. His eyes went wide with recognition, but his face didnât move to smile. The kid pointed to Flashâs chest, âCool pants, kid!â He exclaimed excitement was easily laced into the Flashâs cadence of speech.Â
âHey! Thatâs what I said!â Flash was easy to laugh, despite the whisper of confusion in his eyes.
The cheer Flash displayed was matched easily, âHey! Thatâs what I said!â There was a laugh in his voice like he was trying to say a joke that reached his eyes but not his cheeks. âAnd Flash!â he exclaimed.Â
âThat's right, Iâm the Flash.â He gave a quick lap around the table to show off his speed, both the kidâs and Dickâs hair tousled in the show.Â
âPretty quick.â Danny cheered.Â
âIâd like to think so.â Flash puffed his chest out, a prideful smile on his face. Dick rolled his eyes. Speedsters.Â
âYou should eat your food before it gets cold.â Konner nudged the kid gently. Reminded of the earlier mystery of the fork and mac'n'cheese, his attention was quickly diverted.Â
âKinda young for the family business, donât you think, Batsy?â Flash questioned, âHe didnât even earn his colors yet.â Flash alluded to the Robin suit.Â
âHeâll be staying at the Watchtower for a period.â Batman said, and whatever other additional explanation he was about to give was forgotten when the kid placed his forkless hand on the table to aim at the pasta from overhead, like heâd been doing earlier. Except unlike all the other times, his hand went straight through the hard material of the table, causing him to topple over. A surprised gasp escaped him.Â
Flash caught his head before it hit anything, the otherâs on their feet. âOh, dear.â Flash commented lightly, trying to disperse any tension the kid may have had. Like all the other times, he didnât cry or seem alarmed in any way. He tried to pull his hand out but it seemed stuck, and he turned to Dick for an explanation. Not that Dick had one to give. He wasnât a meta, untapped or otherwise. His parentâs weren't either. And even if the tests hadnât come back Dick had had his suspicions of who the kid was supposed to be to him. And meta didnât fit anywhere into the bill.Â
âCan you get him out?â Batman asked Flash, when it was clear the kid didnât know how to. It took him a while to phase his hand out, and it was obvious he didnât like the idea of using the speed force on the kid, but they didnât have that many options. The kid, to his credit, seemed only mildly put off by the experience and went back to his goal of finishing his macânâcheese. The same couldnât be said for the rest of them.Â
Batman gave Dick a look. âTim says he should be done in an hour. Stop by if he can.â Batman didnât look pleased, but there wasnât much else for him to do.Â
âAre you ok?â Konner asked, trying for a gentle hand on his shoulder. The kid didnât protest.Â
âPretty quick.â He said pointing his fork to Flash, as a final comment.
me: has a prompt idea me: i can write a short little exerpt abt this lol. it' be fun. maybe like 2k?? me four days later pulls put this monstrosity:
for your convince I only have the "original amount" i was planning. the rest will be on ao3
#danny and dick#dick grayson#danny phantom#dpxdc#tim!robin#young justice#young justice show#justice league#justice leauge unlimited#bruce wayne#batman#the kid is obviously danny#the actual thing ended up be like 9k words so...#i actually have a problem#lmaoo#i couldn't decide if i wanted him to be a clone of dick or be the âsonâ of dick and kori#but plot had other plans#and neither of those things happened#that aside#bruce saw kid#kid looked like dick when dick was itty bitty#that's bruce's kid now#not that dick is any better#kid has sus background and that only makes them want him more
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You know the funniest thing that could happen when a bat kid is yelling at Bruce is they could accidentally call him dad. Like some of them go to such lengths to not call him dad but it just slips out one day
It would be even better if it was because they were in the middle of a really heated argument too. I think it would be like if you called your boss âdadâ in the middle of your huge like last day before I quit monologue
like in one of the fightsâ˘ď¸between Dick and Bruce
Dick: and thatâs why you can go fuck off Dad
Bruce: dad?
Dick:
Bruce:
Every bat kid that had been eavesdropping:
Dick, leaving the room already knowing heâs going to be bullied horribly by his siblings: you know what whatever
#Dick Grayson#batfam#batman#Bruce wayne#I saw a skit by John Johnson and I immediately thought about the bat kids#batkids#Dick grayson incorrect quotes#batfam incorrect quotes
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i see this jason todd who actually looks his very young age (instead of the 30yr old man that comics like to portray)
and feel my heart breaking just imagining bruce beating him up, almost killing him, mind-breaking him, and just overall being a total piece of shit father towards him.
a huge chunk of the reason why people don't view bruce's actions towards jason as abusive or wrong is because jason doesn't look his age. he's drawn to be this 35yr old father of three who looks even older than dick (and way too on par with bruce) that people see their fights as one between batman and any of his regular rogues. when they fight, it just looks like batman is fighting a man his age and not an actual young person. it doesn't look like batman is fighting his son who's barely even drinking age (and who def wasn't drinking age in utrh). their fights are portrayed in a way that eliminates the very real power struggle between them.
this applies to jason's entire character as well. a lot of people don't sympathize with how he died or his actions as robin or his fights with the other bats because he doesn't look his age. he always looks older and scarier than everyone else. tim has many sympathizers from the titans tower incident because jason just looked like a grown man fighting a 12yr old (even tho i disagree, tim was built and like 17 lmfao).
anyways, i just wish comics would actually draw jason to look his age, which literally ranges from 19 to early twenties. he's young- so young, and it's so annoying to see him drawn and written as someone older than even bruce.
#the way everyone in jason's robin run saw him as this adult despite him being 12-15#like what the fuck#just because a child has experienced more than the average adult doesn't make him any less of a child#it's like the typical groomer thought process#if jason was shown younger in arkham knigjt for example there'd be less people calling him whiny#they showed 15yr old jason's torture scenes like he was a 25 yr old#he should've been shown as the small child he was#it would've put more perspective into how cruel and fucked it was of the rogues to torture a literal child#and then bruce almost killing him in rhato...#now imagine if jason looked his age there#honestly this all just feeds into the idea that jason feels too small for his big body#imagine being this tiny kid growing up and then dying and coming back to life as this tank#arghhhhh!!!!!#jason todd#red hood#batman#jason peter todd#bruce wayne#jason todd deserves better
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god dc fanon is actually crazy. "dck was gonna put tim in arkham!" BITCH HE TOLD TIM TO GO TO THERAPY đ
#like. tim was all âbruce is alive i can feel itâ when they all literally saw bruce's corpse i would tell him to go to therapy too!#like. homeboy punched a kid (deserved) and disappeared while yelling abt finding their dead dad i wouldn't believe that shit either#tim was just lucky he was right#detective comics#dc#batman#batman comics#bruce wayne#dick grayson#richard grayson#nightwing#tim drake#timothy drake#timothy drake wayne#tim wayne#timothy wayne#timothy jackson drake-wayne#timothy jackson drake#timothy jackson wayne#red robin#robin III#red robin 2009#red robin 2009-2011#batfam#damian wayne#god he's annoying in RR idc he's a kid he pisses me off#damian al ghul#damian wayne al ghul#ra's al ghul#jay.txt
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As Good as Good Gets (DP X DC Snippet)
Richard "Dick" Grayson is the golden child. In the eyes of the public, and in the eyes of the league. Dick is a sweet, caring son, a man who went from being a sidekick to being a hero. The pipeline from Robin to Nightwing had many people applauding his dedication to keeping Gotham safe.
No one knew the full story, not truly. No one but Bruce Wayne himself. And maybe a certain butler. Many don't know that Dick only became Robin to stop him from hunting down and killing the man who killed his parents.
No one really knows about the harsh fights and arguments he has had with Bruce. The times when Dick would find himself cut off from the Wayne name for a week or so. No one knows that the first person Dick warmed up to was Alfred. Having been bribed with cookies.
Things weren't always this good, trusting, happy relationship between Bruce and Dick. It had been a rough ride, a complicated one. But that was okay, because it got better.
Dick stopped being so moody and angsty. He grew up, he learned, and he changed. He became an older brother, found people that needed him. Needed him in a way that the citizens of Gotham didn't need him.
His brothers like to call him annoying. A goody two shoes who Bruce trusted more than everyone else. They couldn't fathom how someone like Dick could be so stupid and bubbly at all times.
All times, except when shit hits the fans. Despite the name calling, despite coining Dick as the stupid Wayne. They all knew better. They knew that when it mattered, Dick Grayson always pulled through. He was a force to be reckoned with when needed.
The whole Wayne family was a force to be reckoned with when called for. It didn't have to be under the guise of costumes and vigilante acts. Whether he was Officer Grayson or Nightwing, Dick was a man with his morals and values.
One night on patrol as Officer Grayson, Dick found someone who needed that force. A force willing to protect and care for the innocent. The hurt. The damaged, yet still good.
It started like any other night. A call of shots fired by an empty warehouse. There was no sighting or knowledge of any rouges being there, so Dick took the call. Told the team he'll contact them if it seems more than just a civilian incident.
The warehouse was dark, reeked of copper and oil. It didn't take long for Dick to find the trail. The liquid he found looked like the person had been dragged before walking. There was a clear struggle, even with the mess and emptiness that was the warehouse.
That wasn't Dick's biggest concern. The concern lay in just how much blood there was. Too much for any normal person to lose and still manage to stumble through the warehouse.
It wasn't just blood. It wasn't that much, but Dick could spot the strangeness in the liquid. The mixed in green that had an eerily similar color and glow as a certain pit.
Without thinking, Dick followed the trail. Barely remembering to make contact with his family. Give them an update on what he found. Words telling him to stay put for backup went in one ear and out the other.
Something in Dick's gut was telling him he couldn't wait. He needed to find the source. Whoever was currently bleeding out in this warehouse. He silenced the comm, moving further through the dimly lit building.
Then Dick found it. Or more so, he found him. It was just a boy. A boy that reminded Dick too much of the youngest Wayne. A boy sat against a wall, looking pale and weak.
Red and green coated the front of the boy's shirt, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. An attempt to stem the bleeding. A puddle had already started to form beneath the boy, and Dick moved without thinking once again.
He quickly found himself kneeling beside the boy, hands carefully reaching out. Before Dick even touched him, the boy flinched. Eyelids suddenly opened, wide and terrified blue eyes landed on Dick's.
In just that one look, Dick knew what he had to do. The haunting, terrified, and pained look in the boy's eyes told Dick everything he needed to know. The boy was in danger. Someone had hurt this kid, and it was clear it wasn't the first time.
The boy struggled weakly against Dick's touch, terrified whimpers, and barely coherent pleas spilled from the kid's lips. It had Dick's heart aching, clear as day the poor kid has been through hell and back.
It took a lot of reassurance, gentle touches, and promises of help before the kid let Dick take a look at the bleeding wound. A promise on Dick's soul had been the final thing that earned him any semblance of trust. A strange promise, but Dick was willing to make it.
That concern turned to pure anger the moment Dick managed to pull the sticky shirt away from the wound. The sight of a Y-incision cut perfectly into the skin, stitches tight on the skin, but blood still leaking heavily from the wound.
It didn't take long for Dick to realize why. Despite the perfect surgical care of the wound, a good couple of stitches had broken. Leaving gaping spots for that red and green liquid to pour out of.
The boy was deathly silent, tears streaking down his cheek as wide blue eyes stayed trained on Dick. In that moment, Dick knew he had to help. Had to get the kid to safety, patch him up, and find out what kind of monster would do this.
It didn't matter if the kid was human or not. It didn't matter if the kid had special abilities or not. No one, absolutely no one, deserved to be vivisected.
The kid was shrouded in mystery, but that mystery only seemed to grow and become clearer when Bruce had entered the scene. The boy had tensed, eyes flashing a bright glowing green.
Lazarus pit green.
It set a pit of dread in Dick's gut. His mind brings forward memories of Jason. Jason, after his revival, after his dip in that cursed pit. The same flash that his brother would get if he got too angry. Too emotional.
As much as Dick wanted to focus on finding who did this, if it had any connection to Ra's al Ghul. He couldn't. Not when the kid tried to get up, to pull away as Bruce and the others made their way closer.
Right now, Dick only cared about making sure the boy was okay. Fixing those stitches, getting him a meal, and a warm bed.
He needed to get this kid someplace where he felt safe and secure. Comfortable and protected. Dick wasn't sure why. Maybe it was the promise he had made, but he wasn't letting anyone get to the kid.
That included his family. As strange as it seemed, Dick put himself between the others and the kid. Shooting them all a glare that they had only ever seen a handful of times.
Dick lifted the poor boy up in his arms, cradling the crying child close as he led the way out of the warehouse. Ignoring the questions or confusion coming from Bruce and the others. As Dick walked, feeling the trembling boy clinging to him, he made a rather obvious realization.
Maybe the eldest son really was more like Bruce than he expected. Just a few short moments the the boy, a boy that Dick didn't know his name, and he was ready to pull out adoption papers. To give the boy a safety he so desperately needs.
Give him the chance that Bruce had given him all those years ago.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#phandom#dc x dp#batman#dick grayson#nightwing#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#dp x dc prompt#Dick really saw Danny and pulled a B99#âI've only known this boy for 10 minutes and if anything happens to him I'm killing everyone in this room and then myselfâ#bruce wayne#could easily mix in Ellie and Dan#after all Dick Grayson's gaggle of adopted kids is bound to grow#the others think they're free from the adoption impulse since Dick is picking up the mantel#not exactly for this idea; but I have these little idea of what the batfam adopts from the DP universe#like Damian latches onto the more animalistic characters; immediately falls in love with Cujo#wants to get to know everything about Wulf and Frostbite#meanwhile Jason latches onto Skulker because holy shit look at that arsenal; the two just sharing their best tips and weaponry choices#No explainations for the next onces cause I don't feel like typing em all out but...#Barbs with Technus and Ghost Writer#Tim with Johnny 13 and Nocturne#Alfred with Lunch Lady and Overgrowth#I could seriously go on and on and no I will not explain myself#(maybe)#queued post#every time I post one of these I'm always wondering where and how tf I picked the name#like I've got a draft right now called âBullets & Babiesâ smh#picking out names are so hard but I got tired of just putting âDpxDc random snippet/promptâ as the titles lmao
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I knew that Bruce was full of anger as a young teen, always starting fights at school, but I learnt today that he also:
Burnt his teacher's front yard after being asked a question that triggered him.
Was obsessed with toy guns and wanted to go gun down criminals, which led to Gordon taking him on a trip to Arkham (not as a prisoner, but as a "Wanna finish like this???")
Poisoned a classmate and locked him in the boiler room to die (he didn't and Bruce was expelled) after Alfred told him to be less physical and more smart at stopping bullying.
And this was before he was 15. People must have thought he was going to become a serial killer.
Anyway, I need fics where his kids learn this OR have to deal with "violence is not the question, it's the answer" small Bruce.
#batman#bruce wayne#batfam#dc comics#my ramblings#lil angel baby Jason vs I crave blood baby Bruce#I think it would be so funny if his kids had to take care of him and they were scared shirtless of this untrained violent teen#like that's not our father#Alfred is either dead or saw small nightmare Bruce and went âNope already dealt with that onceâ and left on a vacation#I want to point out that Damian was raised to be an assassin so his violence is learned but Bruce it's trauma that made him violent#which is more unpredictable and more scary imo
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Dc x dp idea 113
Danny was falsely arrested. How dare the store. He may look homeless being on the run from his parents and all.
But really.
All he did was stuff the item in his pocket so he could help someone grab an item.
They didnât even give him the chance to explain. He had the money. Sam insisted on giving him cash before he ran.
When they took his fingerprints he really didnât mind. He was running from his parents not the government. As soon as he was left alone heâd high tail it out of Gotham.
To bad he wouldnât be left alone. Being Bruce Wayneâs kidnapped son was not on his bingo card.
Now Bruce Wayne billionaire had never expected to have his son be found. Never for him to be found stealing food and obviously homeless.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dcxdp prompt#dcxdp crossover#Danny was kidnapped as a kid#maybe by other forces then the fentons#maybe the fentons#either way#Danny is Bruceâs other blood son#one who was kidnapped#Danny was aware of the kidnapped Wayne#he saw it on a conspiracy show#just Bruce Wayne billionaire#getting informed his kidnapped son was found#and he was stealing food#and he looks homeless#how bad would Bruce feel about that#Danny canât easily bs his way out of this
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Danny as Fenton takes a hit that no human boy should survive while in a different city (im going crossover here) and just transforms into phantom and pretends to be all sad that he died. Just for a moment. He then proceeds to kick the baddies ass. Claims he got ghost powers and fucks off. Imagine if Captain America or Batman saw this while failing ti protect him, hell or any hero type. Danny doesnât think much on it and just goes on with his week. Continues being Fenton of course but what if he runs into whatever hero, but out if costume, saw him do that.
âHow are you here? And alive?â
Danny holding a smoothie:âuhhhh I made a miraculous recoveryâ
He just shrugs it off and goes about his day. It isnât until he finally gets some sleep later that night that he wakes up in a cold sweat realising he now knows their secret identity. âOh well itâs neat I guessâ starts to go back to sleep only to bolt back up âoh god now they know my secret identityâ
Meanwhile said hero is too busy trying to figure out how to help this random kid to even be worried about the fact that they outed themselves. Someone else probably points it out to them and has to explain it twice before it gets thru.
#danny phantom#crossovers#dp x mcu#dpxdc#dp x dc#I like to use batman a lot cause his need to protect these kids probably makes him a little stupid#like imagine him in the batcave looking into fenton now and nightwing comes in starts asking about it#only to have to find out that bruce basically told the kid hes batman#except bruce is tired and worried so he isnt getting it#no B I mean like how does bruce wayne know the kid died. only batman saw it#if you are trying to make some sort of joke itâs not working. now please excuse me I have to figure this out#a sigh and facepalm#B imagine what the kid is gonna think when bruce wayne asks him how he is alive but batman watched him die.#slowly bruce stops typing and leans back from the computer#he freezes#eyes widening#a soft but sharp intake#oh#yea oh B geeze you must be tired if it took this long for you to get ut#bruce with his head in his hands realising he just messed up big time#maybe he should get more sleep after all#as for the mcu I would like to think it was hawkeye or hulk#I like hulk cause itâs also a bruce but I like hawkeye more. guy is very comfort character#clint just kid I saw you die now why donât you explain that#danny giving him nothing till clints like come on itâs kinda messed up letting me think I let a kid die isnt it.#oh poor me loosing so much sleep watching a young boy become a ghost. I could hardly go on#danny rolls his eyes laying it on a little thick arent we old man#gasp! I will have you know I am only (insert haskeyes age here)#geeze you are waaayyy okder than I thought
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A few months before Danny gets his powers, while on a trip to Gotham with his family (maybe there was a ghost convention or something). While in Gotham Danny some how figures out that Bruce Wayne is Batman. I donât know how he figures it out, but he does. When they get back to Amity Danny jokingly makes a power point presentation for his parents about why they should put in their will that if something ever happened to them Bruce Wayne would get custody of him (and Jazz if sheâs still underage at the time).
A couple of his points are:
Heâs a billionaire so you know heâll be able to afford to take care of me and Jazz
He has a mansion so lots of space and big rooms
Heâs got a butler
Heâs already well known for adopting black haired blue eyed children so he probs wouldnât be opposed to taking me in
Heâs got kids of his own already so me and Jazz would get more siblings!!
Heâs Batman
Danny did the whole power point as a joke but his parents actually took it kind of seriously. Cause up to this point neither one of them had thought about what would happen to Danny and Jazz if the both of them where to die. So they make a will and put in it that if they both die then Bruce Wayne gets custody of their kids. And then they all promptly forget about it.
Two years later Bruce Wayne gets a call from a man claiming to be the executor of the Fenton will and that Bruceâs presence is requested in Amity Park for the reading of the Fenton will. Bruce is wracking his brain trying to remember who the Fentonâs are and if how he knows them. But the man is coming up blank (cause heâs never actually met them before). He goes to the will reading and is shocked to hear that the Fentonâs, two people heâs never met before, have left custody of their 16yo son to him.
Danny is just as shocked because holy shit that power point was a joke. He didnât mean for his parents to actually take it seriously and do that!!! And Vlad is pissed. He was sure he was gonna get custody of Danny after killing off the Fenton parents! Bruce is trying to figure out why these two strangers left their son to him. Heâs watching Danny with eagle eyes trying to figure the kid out. And he sees the way Danny flinches whenever Vlad gets close or puts his hand on Dannyâs shoulder.
Vlad tries to convince Bruce it would be better for Danny if Bruce gave up custody to him(Vlad). Heâs know the boy for two years after all and he was actually a family friend. Danny meanwhile is silently shaking his head and giving Bruce pleading eyes silently begging him not to let Vlad take him. Bruce just tells Vlad that the Fentonâs must have had a good reason for giving him(Bruce) custody instead of giving it to Vlad, and heâs going to abide by the Fentonâs wishes.
Bruce leaves with Danny and once in the limo he asks Danny if heâs ever met him or his parents before. Poor Danny has to explain how he jokingly made a power point about why his parents should leave custody of him to Bruce in the event of their deaths, and how he never thought his parents would actually take it seriously. But hey at least he doesnât have to go live with Vlad now!
#danny phantom#batman#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#ghost king phantom#it was supposed to be a joke#but the Fenton parents are weird#and extra#and they love their kids#so if their son wants Bruce Wayne to be their back up in the event of their demise#then who are they to say no#Bruce is super confused when he shows up for the will reading#who the hell are these people#the executor of the will didnât know that the Fentonâs and Bruce didnât know each other#he saw Bruce Wayneâs name and that he was being left custody of Danny#and he just assumed that the Fentonâs and the Wayneâs where friends#plus Wayne is always adopting orphaned kids with black hair and blue eyes#and Danny fits that perfectly#the man did not question this decision for a single second#vlad is beyond pissed#he killed the Fenton parents to get custody of Danny#and it was all for nothing cause those idiots didnât leave him custody#heâs trying to figure out how the Fentonâs knew Bruce Wayne as well#Danny is just super embarrassed#it was a damn joke!#it wasnât supposed to be taken seriously
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Peter chews hard candy like they're soft much to the horror of everyone else. I just know a jawbreaker hates to see him coming.
i have been trying to figure out for this entire fic when i could have peter biting metal or a jaw breaker or something because it's so fucking funny to imagine peter mid conversation with someone and he pops a jawbreaker into his mouth and bites down and it crunches and the person stands there in horror thinking "this kid doesn't know about jawbreakers and he just broke his teeth holy fuck... wait a fucking minute."
#it's tim i picture this happening to#peter starts pretending he eats screws and rocks#tim can't tell if he's joking or not#peter continuously doing this as a bit for the rest of his life just to stress tim out#no one believes that peter is eating rocks until alfred walks in on him tormenting tim (affectionately)#and the entire manor hears british shouting#bruce freezes in a war flashback to the rare timed alfred had yelled at HIM as a kid#which he has not heard since then#but alfred just saw his great grandkid EAT A ROCK#that being his final straw would kill me#erinwantstowrite#ao3#ao3 fanfic#leap of faith ao3#peter parker#leap of faith catch me if you can#thank you for the ask!
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Another idea to do with this post I made;
They aren't raised together. The deal between Shiva and David is still intact when they're born, and when Shiva ends up having 3 kids, it presents a perfect opportunity for David Cain to put in a proper experiment with these kids. He takes Cass, raises her as he did in canon, and tells Shiva to raise Tim how she sees fit, and then they give Jason to a struggling couple in Gotham city, just to see if their genetics really do create the perfect child assassins, or if they have to foster the ability into them, and who's better at it.
Tim and Cass end up meeting when they're around 5 or 6, and they end up fighting then, too. It's a pretty even fight, all things considered, but eventually Cass ends up with a knife to Tim's throat, and Tim ends up with two daggers pointed from behind Cass's head and their parents decide to stop things there.
Jason, meanwhile, is being raised just as he was in canon. His dad gets arrested around this time, and he's left alone with his mother, completely clueless to his siblings currently battling it out in a different continent.
David forces Cass to kill when they're 8, and it fucks Cass up. She ends up hunting Tim and Shiva down, and while she still hasn't figured out talking, Tim is able to get that something bad just happened, and they have to go now. So, they run off together and end up in Gotham about 2 years later.
They're 10 when they run into Jason, who immediately gets freaked out because he and Tim look literally identical, but there are a few basic differences, and Cass just looks like them if they were a girl. Jason, newly homeless after his mother's death a few months before, shows Tim and Cass the basics of Gotham, and in exchange, Tim and Cass show Jason how to handle being homeless (and how to fight properly)
Tim and Cass technically can speak English, Tim moreso, but it's definitely not a perfected thing, and Jason becomes a sort of translator for them.
When Jason ends up stealing Batman's tires 2 years later, he runs to get back to Cass and Tim, who are admittedly and annoyingly better at fighting than him. Bruce obviously follows him, and when he stumbles across 3 kids who look a hell of a lot like Lady Shiva, he just has to take them home.
(Other post on this AU)
#i imagine dick coming home and catching sight of jason in the kitchen and immediately walking away so he can find bruce#only to find a carbon copy of the kid he just saw sitting in the living room with a plate of toast#he turns around and another child who looks eerily similar is just standing at the top of the stairs#he quite literally screams bloody murder#he is happy to have siblings eventually but holy shit did they have to do that??#bruce contacts shiva a few days later and just goes âout of curiosity do you perhaps have 3 children unaccounted for?â#cass tim and jason scare the shit out of everyone they meet#it takes a while for people to learn how to tell jason and tim apart#even then its not a sure science because those little shits have and will gaslight anyone who mixes them up#cass is the only person who is never fooled#tim drake#jason todd#cassandra cain#batman and robin#batfamily#batfam#dc#lady shiva#david cain#shit talker talks
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The real Batman V Superman that Big DC wants to hide from y'all:
Bruce "Obviously, the country boy charm is a ruse he uses to throw off any and all suspicion. But it won't work on me. I will find out what he's hiding, it's only a matter of time. There's no way he's actually that sweet and wholesome" Wayne
VS
Clark "If so mean, why is he so friend shaped?" Kent
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......
Let's not pretend here, folks. We all know who wins.
#bruce wayne#batman#clark kent#superman#superbat#platonic or romantic#these two drive me insane#lmao#clark saw emo kid bruce#sitting alone on the bus with his headphones on#blasting linkin park loud enough to shake the bus#and just sat next to him and asked if he liked nickelback#they've been best friends ever since#dc shit post#batman shit post#superman shit post
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Damian doesn't know who Santa Claus is and Danny tries to gaslight him into believing in Santa
Okay but, like, wouldn't even be gaslighting! Santa canonically does exist in the DC universe, I think I remember reading something about him fighting through an army in hell to give Darkseid a single piece of coal once?
So like, Danny doesn't have to gaslight Damian into believing Santa's real, he just has to pull out the proof (Danny has a binder of everything he knows about the Spirit of Christmas for the purpose of when he eventually goes to war with him, Danny hates Christmas so fucking much haha) and show him evidence that Santa is real.
Probably ranting the entire time about how much he hates the guy & Christmas and it's obvious that this is Danny's arch nemesis. His one true villain above all others. Pariah Dark? A nuisance. Dark Dan? Just a tuesday. Santa? That motherfucker is the bane of Danny's existence and he will pay for what he's done (spread Christmas cheer).
And Danny's the newest member to the family. Damian's been encouraged to get to know his new brother and try and bond with him a bit, make him feel like part of the family. So, obviously, the best way to do that is to help Danny in his quest for vengeance.
And of course Tim & Jason end of getting roped in on this. Damian's grown since he's first came to live with his father. He still is a little brat to his older brothers - he's the baby of the family it's his right - but he doesn't actively hate them anymore and can admit when their particular skills would be useful. Tim is the best at strategizing, and Jason is a combat master with access to all sorts of weapons. With all of them working together Santa has no chance, they will destroy him.
Which all just makes me think of something like this happening lol:
âWhatâŚuh, what are they doing?â Duke glanced between the chaos unfolding in the family room to where Dick was calmly seated in his favorite chair, sipping idly at a cup of coffee.
âSibling bonding.â Dick said. There was that specific aura of calm around him that said that heâd already gone through several crisis and all the stages of grief at least twice. Considering the calamity and chaos the eldest batkid had seen over the years - and especially the last few months since Bruce officially adopted Danny and brought him into the fold - it was a bad sign that heâd reached this particular state of Done (TM) before noon. The earliest Dick even woke up was two in the afternoon.
Duke contemplated turning around right then and there - the particular combination of people all excitedly feeding off each otherâs feral energy on the other side of the room was a catastrophe in the making he didnât want to be anywhere near when it finally breached containment and spilled out into the wider world - but unfortunately he was cursed with the curiosity that afflicted all members of the bat clan.
âIt looks like theyâre plotting to try and kill Santa Claus.â
Dick turned to look at Duke fully for the first time since heâd entered the room. He had the eyes of one that was deeply haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. On the other side of the room Tim was ranting about anti-magic tech while Danny, Damian and Jason argued over what weapons would be most effective against a demi god. There were schematics of what looked worryingly like a rocket launcher looking device that - if the scribbles on the whiteboard someone had drug into the room where to be believed - was going to be rigged to shoot ecto-grenades.
âDanny hates Christmas.â Dick said, and Duke noticed for the first time that his hands around the coffee cup were faintly trembling. âHeâs declared Santa is his arch nemesis.â
Duke blinked, glancing over to the others long enough to see Danny start frantically scribbling the words Christmas Nuke on the whiteboard. No one else was trying to erase it. Tim looked worriedly contemplative. Damian and Jason where both nodding in agreement.
He was going to regret this. âBut Santa isnât real?â
Dickâs eyes gained a faintly manic glean, and Duke could faintly hear the sound of porcelain creaking warningly beneath the desperate hold he had on his coffee cup. âThatâs what I thought!â Dick said, with enough cheer to make Duke flinch back instinctively. âBut apparently he is.â A distinct crack appeared in the cup, coffee dripping down into Dickâs lap. âAnd apparently theyâre going to war with him!â
Well, Duke considered, at least that explained why he caught the four of them burning down the giant Christmas tree in the city center last night.
#spaced asks and ace answers#dc x dp prompt#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#batman#damian wayne#tim drake#jason todd#duke thomas#dick grayson#batpham#batfam#danny hates christmas so fucking much#you know he's on the naughty list just for his various assasination attempts on santa's life#Bruce didn't know this kid was a half ghost god-king of an entire infinite dimension of death he just saw a sad kid in a bad situation#it wouldn't have changed anything if he'd known Danny had adoption bait written all over him#but he at least would have been able to better prepare for the kind of supernatural shenanigans that would pop up#Duke took one look at 4 of his brothers standing around a burning christmas tree at 3 in the morning holding gas cans & lighters & thought:#not my circus not my monkeys#he was the day shift vigilante he didn't get paid to deal with his family's shit in the middle of the night#he didn't get paid *period* he wasn't going to do volunteer chaos gremlin wrangling#Dick just wanted *one* day of relative quiet#he should have known that wasn't going to happen
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Just a compilation of nicknames heroes call Dick because it's cute, fun, and they're close.
"Morning Glory"
Teen Titans (1966) Issue #4
"Boy Wonder"
Teen Titans (1966) Issue #5
To be honest though EVERYONE calls Dick that from Villains (Joker, Lex Luthor, Sivian, etc) to all the heroes.
"Nighty"
The New Teen Titans (1984) Issue #8
"Boy Planner"
Teen Titans (1966) Issue #11
"Robin-o"
Teen Titans (1966) Issue #11
"Boy wonderful"
Teen Titans (1966)
"Robbin-bobbin" and "our peerless leader"
Teen Titans (1966)
"Robbie"
The New Teen Titans Issue #1
"Boy genius"
Teen Titans (1966) Issue #14
"Dear hearts"
Teen Titans (1966) Issue #16
"Robin-bobbin"
Teen Titans (1966) Issue #17
Another just cause the whole scene is cute
Which is also funny because they used this a lot in old comics but this also happened to Dick-
Batman (1940) Issue #129
I wonder if Dick thinks of this every time they call him that lol
"Leaderman"
Teen Titans (1966) Issue #22
shortpants
"N.W."
JLA (1997) Issue #121
"Bluebird"
Outsiders (2006) Issue #49
Owen Mercer - Boomerang
"NW" (again but this time by Roy)
Batman Plus
"Bird boy"
Outsiders (2003) Issue #34
#saw this in the teen titans comic and had to create a post because it's so cute#dick grayson#robin dick grayson#nightwing#wally west#kid flash#garth of atlantis#aqualad#roy harper#red arrow#arsenal#bruce wayne#batman#john stewart#green lantern#owen mercer#boomerang#grace choi#titans as family#the outsiders
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On a scale of 1-10, how tragic is it to be greeted by the sight of your family having the time of their life with your perceived Replacement after you just crawled your way out of hell trying to get back to them?
#tried a new art style and itâs cringe#but I think the vibes didnât get lost altogether? so yeah#I headcanon Jason DID go home#or more like he was at the border#and had to leave Red behind to not incite panic when he came back#but then he saw Dick and Tim goofing around in the sky#all happy and giggles and shit#and he didnât want to believe heâd been replaced at first#but hoo boy did he start believing then#Dick never used to look that happy spending time with himâŚ#obviously having a dragon rider brother is much more fun than the scrawny commoner kid that used to follow him around#oops#jason todd#dragon au#digital art#sketch#wip#painting#dragons#batfamily#dick grayson#bruce wayne#batfam#robin#tim drake#red hood
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I think I just figured out where woobified Tim Drake came from.
Any Tim and Jason bonding fic- mainly Tim joins the batfam early fics.
bc, here's the thing. I think these writers know that Jason wouldn't like Tim if he was just a normal rich kid. In fact Jason "I have a massive inferiority complex but refuse to show it" Todd would probably be so jealous of Tim, even if we are talking about his Robin Days because Jason would see it as Tim trying to take Jason's place.
so, what to these writers do to make Jason like Tim more? They make Tim more timid, and dial Tim's neglect to 1000% so that Jason sympathizes with this kid who's no longer recognizable from his original canon counterpart.
If anything, Jason would become brothers with a Snarky Tim faster than a Timid Tim because they'd be spitting insults at each other, and Bruce tries to stop them from fighting and Tim's like "Woah, Mr. Dresses up as A Furry and punches people instead of going to therapy, I don't think you get a say in how we fight with each other."
And that would be the moment Jason knew he had a brother for life. Lmao.
#tim drake#jason todd#batman#batfam#dc comics#bruce wayne#fanon vs canon#nothing bonds you and your siblings together more than making fun of your parents#you gotta bully your siblings#it's for the character development#and when it comes to Tim#the cain instincts are on sight#look at Damian#look at Jason#honestly if jason saw a woobified version of Tim he would still punch that kid in the face
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