#dad!sam drake

[rudyking]

Birthday present:

When Sam misses his daughter's birthday, he comes back with a special ancient artifact- a rare diamond that he makes into something special to make it up to his little girl.

The morning of Natalie’s eighth birthday dawned with the kind of bright, optimistic light that seemed designed specifically for celebrations. Inside their cozy home, festooned with pastel streamers and balloons bobbing gently against the ceiling, the air hummed with anticipation. Natalie, a miniature version of her father with the same neatly styled blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes, was a whirlwind of excited energy. She flitted around the living room, checking if her collection of stuffed animals were properly seated for the ‘party,’ which was, at least in her mind, already in full swing.

“Momma, do you think Daddy will be here soon?” she asked, her voice a melodious chime, the question laced with an earnest hope that tugged at Yn’s heartstrings. Yn, a woman of quiet strength and warmth, smiled reassuringly, though a subtle shadow lingered in her eyes. “He said he would try his best, sweet pea. You know how Daddy is. Always on an adventure.”

Sam Drake was a man of delightful contradictions. Fatherly and kind, he was the bedrock of their little family, overflowing with devotion and affection for Natalie. He was intelligent, cunning, and witty, a playful spirit sparkling beneath a layer of quiet wisdom. But there was another facet to Sam, one that Yn had come to accept with a mixture of exasperation and a strange sort of understanding.

Sam was a thief. Not in the petty, opportunistic sense, but a master of acquisition, drawn to the allure of the unattainable, the whisper of challenge in securing something others deemed impossible to touch.

Natalie, of course, saw only the dazzling facets of her father. His deep dimpled smile, so readily offered, could chase away any shadow. His gentle hands, strong yet tender, were capable of building fantastical forts and patiently braiding her hair. His adventurous spirit, often manifested in elaborate bedtime stories of daring escapades, was infectious. She adored him, unequivocally and completely.

The morning hours ticked by, filled with the happy chaos of a birthday. Friends arrived, bearing brightly wrapped gifts and squeals of laughter. Cake was devoured, games were played, and joyous shrieks echoed through the house. Yet, with every peal of the doorbell, Natalie's bright eyes would dart towards the door, a flicker of expectation, then a gradual dimming as it proved not to be him.

As the afternoon waned, the festive energy began to soften, replaced by a quieter, melancholic hum. Natalie sat on the window seat, a deflated balloon lying forgotten beside her. Her earlier effervescence had evaporated, leaving behind a palpable disappointment. Yn knelt beside her, wrapping an arm around her small shoulders.

“He’s still not here,” Natalie whispered, her voice thick with unshed tears. “He said he wouldn’t miss my birthday.”

Yn brushed a stray blonde strand from Natalie’s forehead. “I know, sweetheart. And I know how much he wanted to be.” She couldn’t offer platitudes of ‘he’ll be here soon’ anymore. The party was almost over. Sam wasn't coming.

Later, after the last guest had departed and Natalie was tucked into bed, her small face turned towards the wall, Yn sat in the quiet living room, the remnants of the celebration scattered around her. A wave of conflicting emotions washed over her – disappointment, a familiar ache of loneliness, and yes, a flicker of anger. Sam knew how important this was to Natalie. How could he have missed it?

Unbeknownst to them, miles away, Sam Drake wrestled with his own storm of emotions. He found himself in a dimly lit, cavernous space, the air thick with the scent of dust and forgotten things.

Mission accomplished. He had secured the target – a legendary diamond, whispered to be lost for centuries, recently resurfaced in a practically unguarded, forgotten museum in a remote corner of the world. He examined the gem, its facets catching the weak light, throwing off brilliant sparks. It was magnificent, breathtaking. But the thrill, the usual rush of adrenaline, felt muted, hollow.

His thoughts were miles away, not on the prize in his hand, but in a brightly decorated living room, where a small girl with his blue eyes was waiting. He had timed this assignment meticulously, convinced he could complete it and be back in time for Natalie’s birthday party. He had miscalculated. A complication, a slight detour, had thrown his schedule off by hours. Hours that stretched into an eternity where his daughter’s disappointment was concerned.

Guilt gnawed at him, sharper than any lock he’d ever picked, more constricting than any security beam he’d ever dodged. He pictured Natalie’s face, the radiant joy he usually saw on her birthday, now clouded with sadness. He imagined Yn’s quiet disappointment, the unspoken questions in her eyes. He had let them down. He had let Natalie down.

The weight of the diamond in his pocket felt heavy, oppressive. It was supposed to be a triumph, a testament to his skills, his daring. But all he could feel was a profound sense of failure. Being a thief, even a gentleman thief with a code and a heart, had a cost. And today, he was paying it in the currency of his daughter's happiness.

The journey back home felt agonizingly slow. Every mile seemed to stretch, mocking his impatience. When he finally pulled up to their house, the lights were dimmed, the festive decorations looking forlorn in the night. He let himself in quietly, the silence of the house amplifying his guilt.

Yn was awake, sitting in the living room, bathed in the soft glow of a single lamp. She looked up as he entered, her expression a mixture of weariness and something akin to resignation.

“You missed it,” she said softly, her voice devoid of accusation, yet heavy with the unspoken.

Sam nodded, unable to meet her gaze. “I know. I’m so sorry, Yn. So sorry.” He felt the inadequacy of words, the hollowness of apologies when measured against a child’s broken heart.

He didn’t offer excuses, didn’t try to justify the missed birthday. He simply went to their room, opened a small, worn leather pouch he carried, and pulled out the diamond. In the muted light, it still pulsed with an inner fire.

“I… I brought this,” he said, holding it out to Yn. “It’s for Natalie. For her birthday.”

Yn looked at the diamond, its brilliance almost painful in the quiet room. She understood, in a way only someone who knew Sam Drake could, that this was more than just a gift. It was his apology, his penance, his way of saying 'Natalie is the most precious thing, always.'

“It’s… beautiful, Sam,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Sam spent the rest of the night in his workshop, a small space tucked away in the basement, filled with tools and gadgets, remnants of past adventures and future plans. With meticulous care, he worked on the diamond. He wasn't just a thief, he was also a craftsman, skilled with his hands. He shaped, polished, and set the magnificent stone into a delicate silver chain. He crafted it into a pendant, a single, perfect tear-shaped diamond, radiating light and brilliance. It was a piece worthy of a princess, and in his eyes, Natalie was exactly that.

The next morning, Natalie was quiet, her usual sunny disposition replaced by a subdued stillness. She ate her breakfast in silence, avoiding his gaze. Sam watched her, his heart aching. He knew he had to bridge the gap, to mend the hurt.

After breakfast, he knelt beside her, taking her small hand in his. His deep dimpled smile, usually so infectious, was tempered with a gentle sadness. “Natalie-bug,” he began, his voice soft, “I am so, so sorry I missed your birthday party. Being away… it was the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time. There was nowhere else I wanted to be more than right here, with you.”

Natalie remained silent, her gaze fixed on her lap.

Sam reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, velvet box. He opened it, revealing the diamond necklace, nestled against the soft lining. The diamond caught the morning light streaming through the window, throwing rainbows across the room.

Natalie’s breath hitched. Her eyes widened, slowly lifting from the box to meet his. Disbelief, wonder, and a hesitant spark of joy flickered in their blue depths.

“I know it’s not the party I missed,” Sam continued gently, his voice thick with emotion, “but I wanted to bring you something… something special. Something that reminds you… that you are the most precious treasure in the whole world to me. More precious than any diamond, than anything I could ever find.”

He carefully lifted the necklace from the box and fastened it around her neck. The diamond rested against her small chest, radiating light, mirroring the dawning happiness in her eyes.

Natalie reached up, her fingers tracing the smooth, cool surface of the diamond. She looked at Sam, really looked at him, seeing not just the regret in his eyes, but also the profound love that shone through.

Slowly, a small smile bloomed on her face, chasing away the shadows. “It’s… it’s so beautiful, Daddy.” Her voice was still a little shaky, but the hurt was melting away, replaced by awe and a burgeoning joy.

Sam’s dimpled smile returned, genuine and relieved. He pulled her into a hug, holding her close. “Happy birthday, my little star,” he whispered, kissing her hair. “Even if I’m not always here for the parties… know that you are always, always in my heart. Everything I do… it’s for you. For you and Momma.”

Natalie clung to him, the diamond cool against her skin, a tangible symbol of his love, a testament to the extraordinary lengths he would go to for her. The missed birthday party was forgotten, overshadowed by the brilliance of the gift, but more importantly, by the unwavering, unconventional, yet deeply profound love of her father, Sam Drake, the thief who stole hearts, especially hers.

In their quiet home, filled with the soft morning light, their bond, tested but unbroken, shone brighter than any stolen diamond, proving that for Sam, his devotion to Natalie was the most valuable treasure of all.

[wowowokay]

Okay uh wow two of my posts got a lot of attention last night thank you!! And dw I will be posting more fic recs :))

Astronomy In Reverse - pansley

Amazing fic (like changed my life) but tbh I’m having a bit of trouble remembering how it ends but it’s a Steve Rogers/James “Bucky” Barnes and Bucky is in hiding in New York after the whole thing in DC and he’s trying to stay under the radar hiding from Steve and Hydra and one day he runs into Spider-Man and that’s where their (100% PLATONIC/FAMILIAL FEELINGS) relationship starts :) it’s really cute and there’s some angst ofc

Words: 184,785 Chapters: 25/25

To a fault - Bergen

Okay this one is a series and is amazing basically hydra peter Parker and the avenger essentially save him but Peter doesn’t really see it that way he doesn’t really understand most of what they are doing and they are trying to help him anddd yeah! (Yet again trying not to spoil accidentally lolol) yet again this is a series and it’s complete the series is called Peter is a precious chickpea and there are three works in the series! Also for word count I’m including the whole series and I totally recommend checking out Bergens other works they have a ton of Irondad fics!

Words: 25,520

My Son - Scififan33

Okay so this one is also part of a series called My Son, Our Son and the second part is called Our Son but basically the first one is about Tim going a little insane and trying to clone Kon after his death and then Tim goes into hiding so they wouldn’t take his baby away and he leaves a not but ofc the others think he was kidnapped and go looking but never find him then Bruce “dies” and it’s been a while now and quiet of few people assume Tim is gone for good except for Kon who just came back from the dead then the next part of the series is about Tim, Kon and their baby :))

Words: 30,405

I hope you enjoy! And yes I will continue posting it just might take a minute I don’t have my fics organized at ALL 🥲 also sorry if these descriptions are super ramble-y and stop being as descriptive towards the end I’m horrible with accidentally spoiling stuff so I’m trying to be super careful!!

[guppyfreedom]

negotiation tactics for a baby

Based on an adorable video I came across on Instagram. :)

On another note, I am working on an AU involving Rafe. I'm rewriting his origins and I'm excited to share it with you guys once it's done.

Rafe Adler was many things. A former treasure hunter, former mercenary (assassin), and world-class fighter. But hired as a babysitter? Absolutely not.

And yet, here he was.

At a tiny simple cafe', Rafe sat at a table, sipping his espresso. From time to time, he'd check his phone, wondering if he'll get a text anytime soon from Samuel.

Across from him sat a young mother no younger than thirty, completely worn out, bouncing a very upset baby girl on her lap. The child was wailing, her chubby fists flailing around, her red face matching the color of her hair.

Rafe glanced up from his drink, unimpressed.

The mother sighed, rubbing her temples. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Adler," she mumbled, clearly exhausted. “She’s usually not like this. She’s been fussy all morning-”

Rafe waved a dismissive hand. “It’s fine-”

The baby screamed louder.

It was not fine.

Rafe exhaled slowly, placing his cup down. He was used to high-stress situations: dodging bullets, infiltrating secured locations, fist-fighting mercenaries bigger than him, Samuel putting himself in constant danger but this? This was a different kind of stress.

He stared at the tiny, raging gremlin with a calculating expression. Humming with curiosity, he reached into his high-quality wallet. He pulled out a crisp twenty-dollar bill and, with a slight snort, held it up in front of the baby.

The mother tilted her head in confusion at Rafe's action.

Meanwhile, the baby’s cries slowed as her curious, wide eyes locked onto the green paper.

“Huh,” Rafe murmured, watching as her tiny, adorable hands slowly reached forward and clenched the bill with surprising determination. She held onto it, hiccupping as her cries quieted.

Well, well, well...

The mother stared in disbelief. “Did you just bribe my daughter?”

Rafe smirked. “Clearly, she understands the value of a good deal.”

The baby stared at the bill in fascination, chubby fingers crinkling it. After a moment, she looked back up at Rafe and reached toward him again, cooing as her eyes were wide with expectation.

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “What?”

The baby's fingers wiggled at him with a loud gurgle.

A natural-born hustler, huh? I'm impressed.

Amused, he pulled out another twenty and handed it over. The moment the bill touched her hands; she broke into a delighted giggle.

“You are not bribing my child with money."

“Well, she's not crying anymore, huh.” Rafe said smugly, leaning back into his chair. "She's definitely going to be trouble for future boyfriends."

The mother gave him a slightly irked look at the comment. However, he does have a point, the baby was giggling nonstop, waving the bills in the air.

The mother let out a soft sigh, but she couldn't help but be grateful for Rafe's tactic.

“Unbelievable.”

Rafe smirked, watching the baby cuddle her newfound "treasures". “I’m just good at negotiations.”

[sys-garden]

im really suprised that there isnt alot of sam drake x sully stuff for uncharted they straight up work together after uncharted 4 and are still hanging out with each other in the epilogue even though they both seem to be retired so they are just chilling in cuba??? gay behavior they are chilling together cause they are gay lovers. But then I remembered that a lot of the popularity of the game died out in like 2017 and 2017 was not the year for old man yaoi

[blade-liger-4ever]

Drakes' Remembrance

Nate silently walked toward the kitchen area in the humid midnight air of their Caribbean safehouse. Although they were still searching for that sunken pirate ship rumored to have been lost southwest of the Bermuda Triangle for his and Chloe's upcoming wedding, Nate felt confident enough in his stealth skills to risk waking his fiancée for a cup of hot cocoa to satisfy his hunger and thirst.

Carefully opening the door to the kitchen, he slid it shut quietly behind him and set about making his drink. Filling his Hawaiian-styled mug (which was chipped; beggars can't be choosers) with the cocoa powder, he leaned back as he waited for the water to boil to two-twelve Fahrenheit. Once the steam filled the space in front of him, Nate unplugged the countertop kettle and poured the blistering liquid into the cup. As he stirred the mixture, and the aroma lifted him from his drowsy state, his ears registered the faint opening of a door. Turning around, free hand reaching instinctively for a gun that wasn't on his person, Nate froze as he made eye contact with the man standing in the doorframe leading into the kitchen.

The man was an inch taller or shorter than him. He had a lean, yet sturdy build, much like Nate's own frame. His hair was jet black like his, and even had the same length and eternally disturbed look as Nate's. Last of all, the man had hazel eyes that seemed to track everything in a room.

They were exactly like Sam's.

But where Sam's held humor and primal determination, this man's eyes displayed nothing but studious focus and indifference.

Looking at Matthew "Matt" Morgan in the dim lighting of the small kitchen, Nate realized more clearly than ever why his father kept putting him in mind of a tiger.

Forcing himself to pick up his cocoa and walk over to the island with the stools, Nate quipped, "What's the matter, can't handle the nighttime Caribbean heat?"

His jest was off-put by the dryness in his throat, thus making his voice sound like a croaking toad. Swallowing, taking a seat, Nate absently stirred his drink as he watched his old man close the door. Somehow, Matt managed to do it as quietly as he had.

Stepping over, making as much noise as a ghost, Matt retorted as he took the seat directly opposite him, "This from the man who snuck into the kitchen in the dead of night?"

Man.

Not guy, fella, or even kid.

Man.

Nate wasn't sure if he should feel proud, angry, or depressed over his biological father referring to him in such a way after their history.

Settling for a combination of the three emotions, Nate took a sip of cocoa before casually shooting back, "If you'd stuck around to raise us, you'd've seen the things that can provoke such contradictory commentary from me."

He kept eye contact as he spoke. Matt didn't physically react, though he didn't miss the flash of annoyance in his gaze at Nate's words.

After another sip of his drink, Matt stated softly, "You were five when she killed herself."

Nate's fingers tightened on the mug's handle as his free hand, resting on the counter, balled into a fist. "Yeah," he ground out, trying to keep his voice steady as he lowered his cup. "What about it?"

"What do you remember about that day?" Matt questioned.

Nate thought for a long moment. Flashes of red, a prone body, a blurry image of the living room from an aerial view, and Sam's incoherent screams echoed in his mind.

"Nothing vivid," he finally admitted. "I remember seeing her dead, as if from a high vantage point, and Sam screaming bloody murder."

He was met with a grimace from Matt, and Nate supposed the terminology was in poor taste. For the first time in years, though, he couldn't bring himself to care about it.

"I'd just come back from a meeting with Evelyn," Matt spoke up, shifting his position on the stool. "I heard you...say something. Think it was along the lines of 'Mommy's lying on the floor'. I bolted in, saw what she'd done, then picked you up as Samuel raced in."

There was a pause before he added in a low tone, "Samuel lost it. He blamed me for her suicide."

Nate took a minute to absorb his words, watching as Matt's eyes wandered around the room. He took a longer sip of his cocoa.

"Was he right?"

He blurted out the question thoughtlessly. Matt stared at him, then queried, "What?"

"Was he right?" Nate repeated, feeling a furious heat rise in his chest.

"No, I'm confused that my son, who hasn't engaged in a civil conversation with me for longer than two minutes, is actually asking me if I caused his mother's death when he's made it clear that his brother's word is Gospel compared to anything that leaves my mouth," Matt fired back, eyes burning in controlled rage and indignation as he straightened in his seat.

Feeling ire burn in his veins, Nate countered hotly, "Well you said it yourself: I was five. Maybe Sam got something wrong and I wanna know from the old man himself, though I doubt it'll be true about her."

"Right, because your mother was such a perfect angel that she didn't give a crap about how she flushed the money from our jobs for Evelyn down the drain so long as she could get to the next big historical site rather than pay for her medical treatment," Matt snapped, leaning forward so fast that Nate took a second to realize that he'd stopped himself just short of what he assumed would've been a perfect lunge across the island.

Yeah, okay, he fit the description of a tiger.

His father's words rang in his mind, then sank in and registered. Nate's eyes widened, but he seemed to have struck a nerve: Matt kept going.

"I told her time after time to call off a job, that she needed to rest and get treatment for her condition," he growled, eyes on Nate but looking in the past. "But even when I warned her about the rep I had in those corners of the world, she'd laugh it off with a joke about how you only live once. That if you're gonna be put on this Earth, you may as well have fun to spite the risks of life.

"And then Cassandra would find you two ahead of me, and fill your heads with ideas of - exciting adventure, and sappy stories that would have you so enamored of her life and what we did that I couldn't say no to those puppy dog eyes," Matt rambled, voice rising slightly. He clenched a hand on the counter, face twisting in fury and grief.

"That woman was a siren," he said definitely - as if it were something he'd concluded more than once. He turned toward the wall, glaring at it as he finished, "A crazy, beautiful siren, who didn't care so long as the past was discovered and she could find it and share it with the rest of the world."

His voice, once reaching a note that bordered on Wake-All-In-The-House, trickled to a low murmur. Matt didn't look at him, choosing instead to stare at the wall so intensely, Nate briefly wondered if he was trying to burn holes in the wood through sheer force of will.

Then he saw the anger begin to fade away. Nate watched it slowly crumble and turn to dust until only two things remained in his earthen eyes:

Love and longing.

Feeling his wrath completely evaporate, Nate's fist unclenched as he finally realized something Sam never knew about their father.

"You always did love her, didn't you?" He whispered, torn between shock and remorse, before he awkwardly took another sip of his cocoa to wash away the arid feeling in his throat.

For the first time since he'd met him, Matt actually snorted. Unless he was imagining things, it partially covered up a laugh as well.

"Of course I loved her. It's why we argued so much," he replied, facing Nate again. Momentarily glancing aside, he added, "Samuel knew she was sick, but I'd protected him from how bad it'd gotten. When we fought, he didn't know that she was having trouble standing up for longer than an hour, or just breathing without devolving into a coughing fit at night. He saw what we wanted him to see, but coupled with the fights and how upset Cassandra would get..."

Matt's voice wavered, and he dragged a hand down his face. Feeling the puzzle pieces click together, Nate responded, "He thought you were putting strain on her and making it worse."

Matt nodded. "The money was drying up, which was killing Cassandra more than I dared think about. She kept insisting on finding Libertalia, or at least getting more clues on Francis' lost brood of kids. I was getting ready to put my foot down on further jobs, but we'd already stayed at home for almost a year. That was the longest she'd ever stayed put, and when she realized there wasn't enough money to either go on another job or pay for the treatment -"

"She ate a bullet," Nate interjected, the sound of a gunshot echoing in his mind. He blinked, and suddenly he was a five year old kid walking up beside his mother's dead body, crimson red liquid pooling from under her head. He shook in the memory, staring at his mother's empty mahogany gaze angled toward the ceiling -

A warm hand abruptly took his right in its own. Nate blinked, feeling his pulse pound in his ears as his legs quivered, then swallowed and looked up.

Matt had reached across the island to grab his hand. He'd pulled it away from his mug, and was giving it a light squeeze. "Breathe, son. It's okay."

Son.

One word he'd thought he'd never hear from any man other than Sully.

It came from the father he never knew - the one who, despite everything he'd just confessed, still abandoned him and his older brother to the state.

Nate squeezed his eyes shut, forcing his breathing to even out. In spite of himself, he found his hand clinging tightly to Matt's. If he imagined it the right way, he could feel the old man's steady pulse and centered on that feeling.

Taking a deep breath, Nate looked Matt in the eye and asked, "Why'd you give us up?"

He wanted to pull his hand away, but at the same time couldn't bring himself to do so. Matt seemed similarly reluctant, and gave his hand another squeeze, though it felt desperate.

"Cassandra's death....it hurt," he answered at last. Swallowing, staring at the countertop, he continued, "I was in pain, and angry. I didn't feel safe to be around my boys. And whenever I tried to help you two...Samuel wouldn't have it. He'd hide you from me, then fight with me over her suicide. In the end, I chose to hand you boys off in the hopes that you'd be put in a better place."

Nate processed his words, feeling them out. Satisfied it was the truth, he posed one last question:

"And Mom's work?"

Matt gave a tired sigh. "Giving you up was the hardest decision I'd ever made," he answered, rubbing his face with his free hand. "When I came back to the house, seeing it empty...I almost set it on fire, I was so angry. I chose to sell it off so that Cassandra's work wouldn't be completely lost, and that, maybe, something could be done with it in the future."

A long silence stretched out between them. Although nothing was said, Nate felt a kind of unspoken understanding form between them. Gently, as if to prevent sending the wrong message, he pulled his hand away from his father's, then reached for his mug and took another sip. The liquid had rapidly cooled, and Nate took the opportunity to finish it off.

Once he'd drunk the last of it, he lightly plunked it on the countertop with a long exhale. Tapping the mug's handle, he thought for a minute before softly announcing, "To be honest, I don't remember holding that much against you. Until we came face-to-face earlier this week, I didn't even know what you looked like.

"Sam...for the longest time, I only had him to rely on," his voice threatened to break as his mind recalled that fateful moment his brother fell back into the Panamanian prison, and how it felt like a part of his heart died with him. Shaking his head slightly to draw himself out of the memory, Nate made eye contact with Matt and finished, "He could be difficult sometimes, especially when we talked about you and Mom. But...I'm willing to extend an olive branch. If you plan on sticking around."

Matt stared at him for a long moment. Then, almost imperceptibly, a smile began to form on his face. "I'm willing to wait a while before going back to my usual business," he replied. Arching an eyebrow, he questioned, "And I suppose this means I'm invited to the wedding as well?"

Nate chuckled. Slipping off the stool, he answered with a grin, "Sully's the best man, but you're definitely welcome to join us."

"Thanks," his father responded, and Nate felt some burden lift from his shoulders. Stepping toward the sink, he placed the mug inside, then considered the sponge.

"Go back to bed," Matt said, abruptly appearing beside him. Nate looked at him as Matt, picking up the sponge, added, "I'll take care of this. Don't worry about it."

Stepping back, Nate nodded and replied, "Appreciate it."

Walking toward the door, he reached for the handle, then paused. Looking back, watching his father wash the mug and spoon, he considered his words before grabbing his courage by the horns and bidding, "Good night...Dad."

Matt froze as he placed the mug in the dish rack and, unwilling to acknowledge what he'd just done, Nate turned and opened the door. As he pulled the door to, he barely caught his father's whispered, "Good night, Nathan."

Smiling, Nate walked back toward the bedroom, a content feeling settling in his stomach as he did.

[mrshesh]

cod girl dad ask is also making me think about girl dad sam

imo most of the time i think of him as cool uncle only and against having kids HOWEVER i could see him with 1 daughter and she is his CLONE. absolute chaos house because

1. sam’s child rearing skills come from half-raising nathan while still a child/young adult himself. what do you mean no peanut butter sandwiches and a bag of doritos for all 3 meals? me and nathan turned out fine

and 2. he is a mischief maker by nature and cannot resist partaking in shenanigans and tomfoolery. nerf gun wars in the living room - get rekt kid, i don’t care that you’re only 5 i will not lose. let’s go ding dong ditch the asshole 4th grader that threw a ball at your head during recess. hey, go hide in the bushes and spray uncle nate with the hose when he gets here.

YOU'RE SO RIGHTTT! that little girl would grow up to be the definition of independent. she would be such a fun person to be around.

but i also have a feeling that sam would begin to worry once she enters her teens. he doesn't want her to get hurt, obviously, but he doesn't want to take away her freedom. he knows teenagers do dumb shit either way, but his daughter grew up with that - she wouldn't be scared to do anything in her teens, making her more prone to getting hurt, or getting in serious trouble. i feel like he wouldn't really see the compromises he could make with her, he'd just assume he has to choose one or the other - letting her do whatever, or taking not letting her do anything.

but since she grew up with sam's tomfoolery, she'd be ready for literally anything, so there's not much to worry about. <3

[christaspirit]

"Oracle? I need some help."

Barbara frowned. The plea came from Red Robin's comm.

"What's up?" she asked, scanning her computer.

"I need you to look some stuff up. It's about the Amity case."

That was what caused Babs to stop.

"What do you need?" Babs asked, already switching over to a search engine.

"I think I'll just go to you. It's hard to explain," Tim said. She could hear footsteps.

"...alright," Babs said.

It took Tim maybe ten minutes to get there. He arrived with the journals they'd found.

"What did you find?" Babs asked.

"The owner of these journals, his name is Danny Fenton," Tim said. "He's got a sister, Jazz, two friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley, and he got cloned at one point. He's also got some... frenemy? Valerie Gray."

Tim was rambling.

"Slow down!" Barbara said. "Alright, and they're from Amity Park?

"Yes," Tim said. "Also, there's something called the GIW? Danny used to keep these journals every day, but as years went on the entries are further and further apart. He mentioned something about being found, and I don't trust his parents. He also got into some portal accident at 14, and it gave him some powers. He became some kind of ghost hero, Phantom."

"Okay, slow down," Babs said again. "Ugh, information around this town is ridiculously hard to find..." she scrolled through pools of information. "Daniel Fenton, age 17, status, missing, parents work as ecto-biologists." Babs pursed her lips. "I've heard of Sam Manson."

"I think I've seen her at galas," Tim said, pacing.

"Let's see, she's also 17, parents are rich, also missing, but last seen near Amity Park," Babs then switched to Tucker. "Hardly anything on Tucker. Also 17, but that's it."

She then switched over to Jazz, which took a minute, but she realized it was a nickname.

"Jazz, AKA Jasmine Fenton, older sister to Danny, currently 19, is... she's attending college at Gotham University," Babs said. "Studying to by a therapist or something of the likes. Might wanna keep an eye on her..." Finally, she looked into Valarie Gray. The easiest of the teenagers to find. "Valarie Gray, used to live in Amity Park, attended high school there until recently, lives in Elmeton now with her dad... she hasn't been to high school since she left the one in Amity Park, says she's being homeschooled. Hm..."

Suddenly, her computer warned her of a hack attempt, and Babs cringed.

"Dang it..." Babs located where the hacker was coming from. The Amity Park files? "Looks like someone really doesn't want anyone finding anything on the Amity Park situation..."

"Could it be the GIW?" Tim asked.

"Haven't gotten to them yet," Babs said. "Possibly. Or one of Danny's friends is good at hacking... Whoever it is, they're good... but not as good as me..."

Babs shut down the attempt, then searched the IP address. It was going through a VPN, but she quickly found that actual one.

"The hacker's coming from dorms at Gotham University," Babs said. "You should go check that out."

"If they try again?" Tim asked, putting his domino back on.

"I'll be fine," Babs said. "They aren't as good as me. They're good, but not that good. Just go, before they move."

Babs sent the location to Tim, then opened a one way comm line with him, as she looked into the GIW.

"Looks like they're some kind of government agency, opened when Luthor was president," Babs said. "Ghost Investigation Ward... but on some forums it looks like they got nicknamed the guys in white."

"Ghosts sounds promising. Anything you can find?" Tim asked.

"Looks like they helped pass something called the anti-ecto acts, but I'm having problems getting it to show up, the file's extremely corrupted. I'll have to look for the physical copy," Babs said. "They were stationed near Amity Park, and had a couple other locations, worked with the a pair of ghost hunters- the Fentons." Babs paused at this.

"Danny's parents?" Tim asked.

"Looks like it," Babs said. "I'll see what else I can find."

---

"Tucker, you okay?" Sam asked, walking over to him.

Tucker was staring at his computer.

"So... someone looked up us," Tucker said. "As in, me, you, Jazz, Danny, Val, and... the GIW. I tried to hack them, but they fought back and won, and now I fear I may have actually been code fighting Oracle, my hacker idol, and she's sent a bat on us."

Sam blinked.

"What?"

Tucker took a breath.

"I think one of the birds or bats is gonna be here any minute now," Tucker said.

Sam muttered some choice words that would have gotten her grounded at her parents.

"You promised Jazz you wouldn't attract a bat!" Sam said.

"I know..." Tucker muttered. "They must've seen Amity..."

"Why would they be looking us up though?" Sam wondered, sitting on the floor.

"I'm... not sure," Tucker said.

Sam sighed.

"Any news on Danny?" she asked.

Tucker shook his head.

"The GIW likely found him, but I don't know where they took him," Tucker said. "I'll keep monitoring them... it's a miracle they're so bad with tech."

Ellie suddenly popper onto the visible spectrum.

"We've got a problem," she said.

Unfortunetly, that was when Jazz entered the room.

"What?" Jazz asked putting her bag down.

"So, I was following the bats around like usual, then I saw the coffee addict talking to someone called O, and he mentioned our names, and is coming straight to here!" Ellie said.

"Coffee addict?" Jazz asked.

"Red Robin," Sam clarified.

"Coming for us!" Jazz's eye ticked, and she glared at Tucker.

"Look, I didn't realize when I tried to hack someone who was looking us up that it would be Oracle!" Tucker said, attempting to defend himself.

Ellie glanced at the window.

"He's almost here!" Ellie said.

Jazz swore under her breath.

"Ellie, hide Sam and Tucker, I'll try to throw him off," Jazz said.

Ellie nodded, and grabbed the two, turning the invisible and intangible.

Shortly after, Red Robin knocked on the window.

Jazz had her back to the window, and took a quick breath, before turning around to face it, acted surprised, and opened the window.

"Can I help you?" she asked in a customer service voice.

DPxDC Prompt where no one is sure what exactly happened to Amity Park. One day the town was simply destroyed, leaving no identifiable bodies but plenty of carnage to mark the occasion. It’s a haunting sight, the streets quiet, already being taken over by plants.

The bats find a destroyed lab with what must have been a house overtop of it. The place appears to have been ransacked, with any worthwhile materials and research taken.

That is, except for a few battered journals.

Keep reading

[dcxdpdabbles]

Damian: This is outrageous!

Tim: What's going on, Demon brat?

Damian: Someone stole all my favorite paint brands from the art stores in Gotham! Who would do such a thing!?

Tim: I'm pretty sure they just ran out of your brand. They'll have more in the next shipment

Damian: Don't patronize me, Drake. This was a blatant personal attack aimed at me.

Tim rolling eyes: Of course it is.

Damian: I'm telling you someone is going out of their way to cause enough minor inconveniences to drive me mad!

Meanwhile, somewhere in Gotham

Tucker: Why are you buying all these paintbrushes again?

Danny: I just got my Ghost King unlimited card, which means I can cause enough minor inconveniences that it will drive my twin brother mad. *Evil Cackle*

Sam: This is the first time I've heard of you having a twin.

Tucker: Please don't get him started-

Danny: We were born to inherit the mighty Ras Al Ghul's empire. Sadly, there could only be one True Heir, and on our fifth birthday, we were set to duel to find the one truly worthy of the title. I refused to fight, so I showed up without a sword. My brother did not have such inhibitions and attacked me the second I stepped into the room. I tried my best but could not beat my younger brother unarmed and was banished in shame. Now I wait in the shadows, ready to get back at the brother who turned his sword on me.

Tucker: Here we go. Look what you did, Sam; now he's monologuing.

Sam: But how will buying out his favorite things going to actually do anything for his revenge?

Tucker: *Twirling finger at his temple*

Sam:  I mean, yes, of course; I know he's crazy, but stupid? I just don't-

Damian: *Screams of outrage* WHO BOUGHT ALL THE GOTHAM RED POINT BRUSHES?!

Danny: *EVIL CACKLING* IT'S WORKING!

Sam: Well. I stand corrected.

Tucker: You get used to it. He does something like this at least once a year. Before Damian Wayne came to live with his Dad, Danny would fly out to Nanda Parbat to steal all their lotions. I've learned to let him have his fun. Plus, I get a free yearly vacation out of it.

Sam: Is that where he got the coconut and kukui nut oil lotion he lent me? My grandma loved it, and it helped a ton with her eczema.

Tucker: If you want more, Danny has twenty-five crates of it.

Danny: Come on, guys! We have to get to Gotham's aromatherapy essentials before Damian! Let's see him try to meditate with stall air now! MA HA HA HA .

[bluerosefox]

Tim, buddy, what do you mean you might had accidentally made a Love Child?!

Danny finds out that

1. He's a clonish 'love child' of two heroes

2. He was accidentally created during one of his donors mental break downs after losing his father and best friends (one of which was his other donor)

3. CW interfered before his creator realized what he made and pulled him out of that dimension because "it would had lead that world to true ruin if he found out at his state of mind. He's better now but it would had been the final straw for him should anything had happened to you in his care and given who he had to partner up with later... I did what I had to."

4. Due to Danny having a bad fall out with his parents after he told them about being Phantom (they didn't attack him... but they did disown him.) Danny is left adrift of what to do. He doesn't wanna bug Jazz, she's in college and dorming. Tuckers place has no room. Sam's parents would never let him stay. Vlad was a definitely a no go. And Dani (Ellie) last check in was near the Amazon rainforest.

5. Danny finds out some of his powers might not be as ghostly as he thought... it does explain the huge power boost some of his powers have compared to other ghosts.

6. He went to Clockwork... who proceeded to tell him the truth, smile his cryptic smile while saying "and now. Have fun this time around. I'll see you again in due time Daniel." Before yeeting him into a portal.

7. Danny woke up in his home dimension.... deaged to being five years old (the age he would be if he stayed and grew by now) (DC timeline is slower than DP in this)

8. He woke up apparently his creator's home city... during a Gala (Danny woke up in a garden, dazed and confused. His memories are fuzzy)... and wandered into the party... and apparently he looked like a perfect mix of his.. dads? Which catches A LOT of peoples attention.

9. Especially with Tim Drake-Wayne and Conner Kent-Luthor just announcing they're dating that very night.

10. Rumors and gossip of a random kid, who looks just like the recent happily announced couple, go flying quickly among the elite... and reaches certain ears before it gets to batfam and supers (I have a feeling they learned how to block out rumors and gossips during these events)

11. Those ears happen to be Lex Luthor and Ra's al Ghul (both who are there at the Gala just to annoy and unnerve the Bats and Supers)

12. By the time the rumors get to Tim and Conner, they find Danny almost getting taken away by one of those two.

[currentfandomkick]

Based on this post

Tim tried not to remember.

But when you die the first time from electrocution and get dosed with enough ecto-everything the first time you die, electricity becomes a memory trigger.

Static shocks from a sweater just reminds you of shock wars with someone warm, no specific images.

Somedays when you get hit with Nightwing’s escrima sticks, even low level, you get a flicker of fighting some Discount Dracula and brush it off as a hallucination.

A few rogues hit him with live wires in the rain. Those were always bad. Flickers of people in googles and the worst neon jumpsuits hovering over him, saying words he couldn’t hear. He always felt floaty after, and hid at Drake Manor in his parents’ closet.

His mom’s perfume and Dad’s rank colognes were grounding. those hallucinations were getting worse, sure, but you’re Robin, and as Robin you can’t let Batman down.

Nightwing needs a brother that he can trust to handle Bruce’s depression, suicidal-by-vigilantism, and escalating violence. Nightwing holds everyone else together. Tim can hold just himself and Bruce together and give Alfred a break.

Tim can do it, he swears. He can’t fill growing void Jason’s death left, but he can make supports for Bruce’s crumbling everything. He can be a safety net for Alfred, who is never given grieving space for his lost loved one. He can be the no-drama little brother Nightwing needs after Jason’s death.

But he will not touch being Bruce’s son. Especially after the JJ incident and the memory influx. Bruce is too much like Jack as Brucie, too much like Fruitloop as Batman.

Tim is not Alfred’s grandson or son. He’s a co-parent for Bruce in his time of need (and bullying the man back into someone Jason had loved once). Alfred can be his friend, bug not family.

Tim always honored the dead and mourns them, even when they don’t remember him. Even those that never knew him stretching centuries back. He learned from this life’s parents that bonds are sacred and their loss devastating. They showed him in archeology and actions.

And Tim, he. He’s doing okay.

After the Joker and Freakshow merging into one personas he was shocked over and over.

He heard Freakshow say to kill Sam in the memory.

Vlad strapping him down and zapping him over and over again. His parents vivisecting him despite his screams. Jazz killing them and helping him escape, only to die in Tucker and Sam’s arms in the car. Again.

He killed the Joker then and there. Gun shot.

After the Joker got him and he escaped, he was doing Fine, really! Spectra overlaid on Harley at times, cooing he’s a creepy boy with freaky little powers and his misery is her favorite food.

He has to be useful. Keep Bruce’s head above water. Keep Nightwing from worrying about him. Be the easy kid and he’s loved (conditionally).

His dad only showed up and spoke to him about sports he couldn’t get into, but his new step-mom softened him. He can admit to missing and mourning mom while relaxing so much with Dana.

Dana noticed him flinching at lightning, gave him a noise machine, and offered to get him noise cancelling headphones.

When he admitted his hearing got ‘a lot better lately’ as quietly as he could, she hugged him and told him she’d break the meta abilities to Jack for him.

It wasn’t like Tim hid the ‘tortured by Joker for a few weeks’ thing. Dad knew it was Tim that was nabbed. He also knew Tim was in a Robin costume for a cosplay contest, and found out afterwards how… well, Tim being Robin was.

There are a lot of open secrets in the family. In the extended Drake family, that includes the first Black Canary was Diana Drake, who had too-sticky fingers and was disowned when she kept failing to either improve in hiding it or stop. The meta abilities were low on Tim’s list of priorities as existing… breaking it to Bruce was a hard no-go. So mastering them quickly was key.

Dana asked if he’d tested his vocal range.

Tim had not.

They started with a piano to check. Tim… Tim went far above and below where Dana could hear as they switched to everything from dog whistles to playing with infrasound.

Jack walked in at some-point and they didn’t notice.

Tim was busy working out if hearing echolocation from the Caves’ bats is why he started getting annoyed when he was there that he finally saw Jack sitting there, watching Dana test him.

Tim braced for yelling.

He got a hug. And his Dad holding him too tight while whispering “please don’t leave like Diana”

Tim did break a bit. Not for long, but enough.

Jack finding the Robin suit was not on Tim’s bingo card during the time he was debating coming clean to his fellow Just Us members about his meta-awakening.

Nor was going to Wayne Manor to let Bruce know he was planning to take a break from Robin for personal reasons, only to find his Dad holding Bruce at gun point and demanding Bruce “stay the fuck away from my son”

Jack did hit Bruce with the butt of his gun after Bruce muttered something Tim didn’t hear.

Jack drove them back, the silence tight around his throat. Everything in him demanded he scream to get this growing thing out.

He slammed his hands over his mouth.

Dad pulled over and helped him to a warehouse, feigning needing to vomit.

Tim kept the pitch above human hearing as he screamed, screamed down and was shaking all over.

Jack rubbed his own ears for a moment before helping a collapsing Tim back to the car.

Jack called Tim out sick and the three had a Talk about him being Robin. Especially with his powers emerging.

“Look, B doesn’t know. None of his masks do.” He’d have heard it from Bruce by now if he had. “Nightwing doesn’t either.”

“Batgirl, and the purple one, if they know they’ll tell that prick—”

“Jack,” Dana warned. “Tim, does anyone have any reason to suspect anything?”

Tim took a deep breath and sighed. “No one but us. Diana did a good job severing traceable links back, and I’m not even sure if the current Black Canary knows her mom was from Gotham or believes the cover Diana gave out.”

Jack’s shoulders dropped as the tension drained out of him. “That’s, that’s good.”

“… you have to apologize for the gun at somepoint,” Tim grumbled.

“Not if you’re not Robin.”

“… i may have been debating dropping Robin and toying with making a new alias again.”

“… is this another Mr. Sarcastic thing,” Dana whispered to him.

“Dana!”

“What? I’m not detective but i did do my research young man,” she teased while jabbing a finger at him playfully.

“I—Tim what am I looking at, why is there no armor, and how are you bald?”

“Hahaha, how about we pretend that stint didn’t happen and go over conditions for me solving crimes—we all know i’ll find a way and my team is notorious for international incidents on low stakes, let alone what we’re willing to do for each other.”

Jack and Dana shared a look.

“No Batman.”

“No heroing in Gotham,” Dana added to Tim’s surprise. “Not until we have a better idea on scope, triggers and how you can control and manage your abilities as well as how out you want to be as a meta, in each identity. You can’t unring a bell.”

Tim sighed. “Got it, got it… so i can go on missions with Young Justice still?”

“I’m writing a note that Batman is not allowed near you,” Jack insisted. “He’s not willing to do what it takes to keep you alive.”

Tim took a deep breath before agreeing to that term, and asking to update Alfred and Dick on the matter.

Jack moved to stop him but Dana gave him the go ahead.

Alfred accepted the situation for what it was. Dick offered to sponsor him in the hero community in Bruce’s stead, and reminded him the Titans are always happy to have him, Robin or not.

Jack rolled his eyes but let it slide.

“So Young Justice Missions…”

“Is there an adult on the team?”

“Red tornado is our supervisor,” Tim answered quickly.

“…fine.”

“And Titan missions?”

“They’re adults, they can keep an eye on you,” Jack conceded easily. “Maybe one of them can help with the new,” Jack gestured to all of Tim.

Tim huffed at him. “Thanks dad, really means a lot.”

Jack waved him off. “Weapons check at the window, supervision on missions, and we keep working with your powers. You can tell who you choose, but if you want to be out as a hero, you will be making a new name and will not be patrolling Gotham under this roof, am i understood?”

Tim paused. “So in college I can or—“

“Tim,” Dana warned.

Tim sighed. “Got it… but i can still do casework that’s not in the field?”

“As long as they can’t trace you.”

“Great! And shit, I’ll have to let my rogues know.”

“ ‘your’ rogues?” Jack echoed in disbelief.

Tim smiled at Jack. “Yeah. Some are just mine, especially Anarchy. And Nygma is going to be so bored without me.”

Jack looked at the ceiling. “You just had to be Robin, didn’t you.”

Tim smiled. “Someone needed to, and its not hard to be light to Batman’s dark after the last one.”

The silence hung again. “No dying on me,” Jack warned Tim. “I’m serious.”

Details were ironed out on the days to come. Dana made him promise to call daily while he stayed with the Titans. To not run from her and Jack, please. He also had daily pitch practice, and was given noise dampening headphones as a disability aide for a general sensory disorder so Tim could better focus in classes.

Jack still didn’t trust Batman/Bruce for shit.

…And Tim can’t fault him. Not when he knows his dad wasnt joking about being willing to kill to give Tim a chance at being safe. And that the man who killed mom and put Dad into physical therapy died in jail a few weeks before they moved from a mansion to an apartment.

Tim isnt stupid. Drakes kill to keep their own safe. Bats don’t.

Tim…. Tim doesnt want to, and Dad respects it. Dana isnt the killing type, but won’t stop Jack or whoever he hires.

Joker’s persistent living status AFTER killing the second Robin didn’t endear Bruce to Jack in the slightest. Tim being tortured for weeks and awakening the family meta-gene only soured whatever mild distaste remained into visceral disgust.

Stephanie became Gotham’s Robin while Tim is now the YJ’s and Titan’s was the only compromise Jack would make.

Jack’s rules made more sense as Tim’s… memories(?) from his last life began to spill out. The mundanities of school and home were easily manageable. Making small memory shrines to his late friends in his last life soothed an ache in his chest. Tucker had a sand timer and random bits and bobs for tech, Sam got a few house plants and his old camera. Jazz had a teddy bear and a few psychology papers he thought she might enjoy. Dani got fudge and a few language books with a world map. He still felt guilty for not stopping her death. Technus got an old handheld he didn’t use anymore, Ember got incense and he played indi rock for her. Dora got a dragon figurine and a Disney princess folder with some dress designs he thought she’d like. Pandora has a few batarangs he scavenged and fixed. Frostbite’s was by the icemaker, and was gifted herbal tea blends in ice cube form.

Dana called it grieving and encouraged him to let it happen and let himself feel. He… tried not to think about Jack and Maddie.

Tim trippled down on cold cases to cope. Jack began to turn off the internet after 3 am, only to work again after 9.

He was managing. And working out pitches and how they relate to his emotional state.

The problem came with training at the Tower as Robin, the boy with no powers and working through joker trauma.

During a spar with Dick, Tim had a flashback to Dani’s End and Perfect Danny melting. His own fucking Death too!

It was vomit inducing.

He came to to Nightwing crowding him and murmuring, “breathe with me baby bird”

They didnt talk about it after.

Tim noticed Dick stopped using electricity during their spars altogether, and carefully stayed a certain distance from him in the field. Static picked up on it and Tim shook his head when he moved to talk about it. He just. Needed a bit more time.

He hated himself for it. For the concern causing and being so… useless.

He grabbed another stack of cold cases in Bludhaven and kept solving them, as Tim, Robin and left ghem for Dick to handle.

Dana and him would practice his range at home. Piano ready.

He forgot that plants snitch to Ivy.

Ivy tapping his window to state the dandelions found his singing ‘annoying’ and he’d be getting lessons in singing for plants “or else” was an experience he did not need, nor was he reporting to anyone until a few days later.

Dad took a deep breath and asked him if this is what he wanted.

Dana offered to move closer to her home town and job hunt there if it made Tim more comfortable.

Ultimately Tim ended up getting lessons in plant language from Ivy, as he could hear them anyways. It could be useful for when he works out a new vigilante identity in the future.

Stephanie catching him at Ivy’s while her big boy “Denny” was arguing with Tim about if Tim can shatter concrete with a scream yet given his voice is cracking every other word lately was not in his plans.

Stephanie was about to ask what was going on when Ivy chimed in with “now Timmy, Benny isn’t wrong about it if we go with a thin layer of concrete and you put some effort into it. You can go very low and it does freak out people when you follow the angry tree hum. Now, if you scream that it should be destructive—didn’t a cousin of yours have the same meta ability?”

Tim denied it as keeping cousin Diana’s secret was a family thing. Ivy finding it out with how hidden it had been was not in the cards. Stephanie overhearing was also far from ideal.

Ivy let it go eventually, and demanded Tim do more community service for the beaches. He had no objections, and just asked if she could not implicate him in her next murder spree.

Ivy agreed to ‘think about it’ before letting Tim go after he finished reorganizing some of her chemicals and cleaning her tools. Their agreed ‘payment’ for his lessons in plant language and her interest in his meta abilities being vocal based but having a major change in his hearing.

He wasn’t the first meta she’d taken an interest in helping, and Tim saw signs of others, bumping into a few before and none of them saying shit.

Stephanie met up with him a block away from Ivy’s lair.

She hit him like Sam used to. And agreed to say nothing until he gave the word.

Her reminding him of Sam ached in a way he wasn’t prepared for. Her agreeing to say nothing relaxed him more than he realized he needed to.

“Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it. But Ivy for help?”

“Plants outted me. Apparently my singing is disturbing.”

“It is, the plants have good taste.”

He let himself feel normal for a bit. Ivy doesn’t out metas or use them. She is going to kill though, and probably ask for a few warehouses as payment or bribery for her silence on his skills at a later date… which Tim could give her in a few years time as those were in the trust set up by his mother before her death.

Her offerings were given by everyone at home. Dana left her baked goods. Tim left his grades by her shrine when he wasn’t closing cases—the solved ones were left there for a day or so before he’d change them out. Dad spoke to her sometimes, getting her up-to-date on the gossip in their field and new achievements from colleagues they liked and failures from those she despised.

It was comforting.

Dad even knew Tim was planning to do landback with a chunk of ‘wasteland’ that the company kept dumping on, and was planning to rehab it beforehand. If he had slipped an army of sunflower seeds there a while back and gave Ivy a tip about it well… she was willing to trade info on a few cases that he fed back to Stephanie as Robin. Ivy may also catch him working a few cold cases now and then.

He’s aware she’s a dangerous rogue and will continue to kill. He also knows that when he focused on solving a string of women’s deaths and located the (still living) killer that the man was dead after their lesson, and before he submitted his findings to the GCPD cold cases department.

He’s not stupid. He knows she prefers to kill. But he doesn’t.

It makes working with the Titans on weekends awkward when Nightwing begins to notice Tim responding before the others and frowning into the air when the grass gives him tips on when events take place and for incoming company.

No one presses him on it. Static bumps his shoulder and passed a ‘talk when you’re ready’ note to him.

Then the fact Ivy did not hit him with cuddle pollen but did hit Stephanie as Robin and threw them in a room together was just plain embarrassing.

It also meant Ivy figured Tim or Robin had a crush on the other and just. Why?

He finally understood how Sam felt during Ember’s first appearance and he was made to lovestick… sort of. Stephanie koalaing him until they broke out and he managed to get them to one of the quieter Paramedics two blocks over wasnt the same. But close enough.

Dana did get the alert about him being near the attack, and she looked at him too much like Jazz had when she was concerned for his wellbeing.

He wondered what Tucker would say to all this. Two lives and two sets of parents later, and the one who checks him first is the step mom closer to Babs’ age than his father’s.

There’s a million jokes Tucker could make about that.

Dana and Dad had a talk about it, and Tim knew it was written just so he didnt hear it. He hears so much more lately its maddening some days.

He was given the upcoming three-day weekend to stay with the Titans, and Dana suggested asking Raven for tips on managing reincarnation memories.

Dad said he called for a “Jazz, Sam and Tucker” in his sleep a lot. A “Valerie ” on occasion too.

He wanted to melt into a puddle.

Dad muttering he’d find his first parents’ souls and get back at them his damn self didn’t help in the slightest… nor did seeing Dana hide Constantine’s business card in her tampon drawer.

He gave in a bit. His friends can’t know yet, not while he’s working it out. And Raven is Dick’s friend—it would get back to him too fast for Tim’s liking.

He knocked on the door.

“Tim?”

“Hey Virgil, is now an okay time for that talk?”

—

That’s what i got for now. May do another part if anyone is interested.

Also let me know if i missed any tags

[rudyking]

Little adventurer:

Sam's little boy, Lake was born to be an adventurer and explorer like his dad- a thief too in his attraction to ancient gems. Sam, despite his free spirted and calm nature, is fiercely protective over the most precious treasure of all.

The air hung thick and heavy, a humid blanket woven with the scent of damp earth, decaying leaves, and the sweet perfume of unseen jungle flowers. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy in fractured shafts, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the stillness. Sam Drake, his neatly styled blonde hair already ruffled by the morning’s trek, adjusted the worn leather satchel on his shoulder, his blue eyes, sharp and observant, scanning the crumbling stone wall before him. A deep dimpled smile played on his lips as he turned to the small figure trailing just behind.

“What do you think, Lake? Pretty amazing, huh?”

Lake, all of four years old, with a miniature version of Sam’s blonde hair and bright blue eyes, stopped in his tracks, his gaze wide with wonder. He pointed a chubby finger at the moss-covered stones, his voice a delighted whisper, “Castle, Papa! A jungle castle!”

Sam chuckled, kneeling to bring himself eye-level with his son. His heart swelled with a warmth that had nothing to do with the jungle heat. “It is like a castle, isn’t it? A very, very old castle. Maybe even older than any storybook.”

He ruffled Lake’s hair, his touch gentle but playful. Lake giggled, the sound echoing softly in the ancient space, chasing away the heavy silence momentarily. Sam’s hand lingered on Lake’s small back, a silent promise of protection and love. He was a thief, yes, a seeker of forgotten treasures, but first and foremost, he was Lake's father.

Sam Drake wasn’t your typical treasure hunter. He wasn’t driven by greed, not in the simple sense. His passion was kindled by history, by the stories whispered in the dust of forgotten civilizations. He saw himself as a custodian of these relics, someone who could bring their history to light, even if it meant skirting the edges of legality. And he always, always, shared these adventures with Lake.

From the moment Lake was born, Sam knew he couldn't bear to leave him behind. He was a single father, and Lake was his world, his compass, his reason for everything. So, Lake had become accustomed to jungle trails as easily as city streets, to the rustle of leaves and screeches of monkeys as lullabies. Some might call it irresponsible, taking a child into such potentially dangerous situations. But Sam was meticulous, cautious, and fiercely protective. He never took unnecessary risks when Lake was with him. Every decision, every step, was filtered through the lens of fatherhood.

“Come on, adventurer,” Sam said, his voice laced with playful mischief. He stood, offering his hand to Lake who immediately grasped it, his small fingers tightening around Sam’s larger ones. “Let’s see what secrets this old castle is hiding.”

They ventured into the ruins, the air growing cooler under the thick canopy of trees. Sam’s observant eyes missed nothing. He noticed the subtle variations in the stonework, the weathered carvings, the tell-tale signs of a hidden passage obscured by vines. He explained to Lake, in simple terms, what they were seeing, turning their expedition into a living history lesson.

“Look, Lake,” Sam pointed to a crumbling lintel above a doorway, its surface etched with faded patterns. “See these? These are writings. Like stories for stones.”

Lake squinted at the carvings, his brow furrowed in concentration. “What stories, Papa?”

Sam’s dimpled smile deepened. “Maybe stories about brave warriors, or wise kings, or maybe… about hidden treasures?” He winked at Lake, who gasped, his eyes widening further.

“Real treasure, Papa?”

“Maybe,” Sam teased, guiding Lake through the narrow opening. They emerged into a small courtyard, choked with vegetation but still hinting at its former grandeur. A sense of timelessness permeated the air, the echoes of lives lived and lost clinging to the very stones.

As Sam began to carefully examine the courtyard, his movements precise and practiced, Lake explored too, but never straying too far from his father. He was a miniature shadow, mirroring Sam’s curiosity with his own innocent wonder. He picked up smooth, grey stones, examining them intently, occasionally bringing one to Sam for inspection.

“Papa, look! Is this treasure?” He held out a pebble, his face earnest.

Sam knelt again, his heart melting at the sight of his son’s hopeful face. He took the pebble, turning it over in his palm, his voice gentle and affectionate. “It is treasure, Lake. Every stone here has a story to tell. And you found this one all by yourself. That’s very clever, my little adventurer.”

He tucked the pebble into Lake’s pocket, making sure it didn’t fall out, his touch lingering just a moment longer. Lake beamed, his chest puffed with pride. For Sam, these moments were the real treasure. The glint of gold or the shimmer of jewels paled in comparison to the pure, unfiltered joy on his son’s face.

As the day progressed, Sam’s focus sharpened. He found what he was looking for – a section of wall that seemed…off. A subtle shift in the stone texture, a barely perceptible gap. His fingers, nimble and skilled, worked quickly to clear away the vines and moss, revealing a narrow fissure. Behind it, a hidden chamber.

Excitement surged through him, the thrill of the hunt, the anticipation of discovery. This was what drew him back to these perilous places, this intoxicating dance with the unknown. But even as his pulse quickened, he was acutely aware of Lake. He was a father first.

He carefully checked the entrance to the chamber, ensuring it was safe and stable. “Lake, stay right here, okay? Papa’s going to take a quick look inside. Just for a minute.”

Lake nodded solemnly, his blue eyes fixed on Sam, a flicker of something akin to concern in their depths. Sam hated to leave even for a moment, but he knew he couldn’t bring Lake into an unknown space until he’d checked it thoroughly.

He slipped into the chamber. It was small, silent, and surprisingly well-preserved. In the center, bathed in a shaft of light piercing through a crack in the ceiling, sat a small, intricately carved wooden box. Ancient symbols adorned its surface, and it emanated an aura of forgotten magic.

Sam’s breath hitched. This was it. This was the artifact he had been searching for, the one whispered about in hushed tones in collector circles – the Serpent Box of Xoltan. Legend claimed it held untold power, linked to the ancient serpent gods worshipped in this region.

He reached out, his fingers hovering over the box. His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension. This was a prize of a lifetime. His fingers closed around the cool, smooth wood.

And then, he heard it. A small, muffled sound, carried on the still air. A whimper.

Lake.

Instantly, the thrill evaporated. The Serpent Box, the legend, the potential riches – all faded into insignificance. His fatherly instincts roared to life, overriding everything else. He dropped the box as if it were burning his hand and scrambled back out of the chamber, his heart leaping into his throat.

Lake was still there, exactly where Sam had left him, but his face was crumpled, tears welling in his bright blue eyes. He pointed a trembling finger towards the jungle beyond the ruins.

“Loud noise, Papa… Scary.”

Sam rushed to his son, scooping him up into his arms, holding him tight against his chest. Relief washed over him in a tidal wave. Lake was safe. That was all that mattered.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Sam murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “It’s okay, Papa’s here. What was the noise?”

Lake sniffled, burying his face in Sam’s neck. “Big bird… Screamed… Made me scared.”

Sam held Lake close, stroking his hair, kissing his forehead. He listened intently, his senses on high alert. He could hear the distant screech of a macaw, its call echoing through the jungle. Perfectly harmless. But to a four-year-old, alone in ancient ruins, it could be terrifying.

“It was just a bird, Lake. A big, noisy bird. It’s gone now. You’re safe, I promise.” He pulled back slightly, his deep dimpled smile softening his features. “You were so brave, waiting here for Papa. You’re the bravest adventurer I know.”

Lake’s tears subsided, replaced by a watery smile. He clung to Sam, his small body relaxing against his father’s. Sam held him for a long moment, his gaze sweeping back towards the hidden chamber, towards the Serpent Box.

The desire was still there, a faint tug in his gut. It was so close. He could easily go back, retrieve it, be done. Lake wouldn’t even know.

But as he looked down at his son, at the trust in his blue eyes, at the vulnerability that was both heartbreaking and beautiful, the internal conflict resolved itself. There was no real choice. Not for him.

The Serpent Box of Xoltan could wait. Perhaps forever. His treasure, his real treasure, was right here, safe in his arms.

Sam stood, Lake still nestled securely in his embrace. “You know what, buddy?” he said, his voice warm and playful. “This jungle castle is pretty amazing, but I think we’ve explored enough for today. How about we head back to camp? I bet Maria has made us some of her delicious jungle stew.” Maria, their guide, was a kind woman with a knack for making the simplest meals taste like feasts.

Lake, feeling safe and reassured, nodded readily. “Jungle stew! Yummy!”

As they turned to leave the ruins, Sam cast one last glance back at the hidden chamber. The Serpent Box remained undisturbed, waiting in the shadows. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep in his soul, that he was making the right choice. His passion for artifacts was strong, but his love for Lake was infinitely stronger.

Walking hand-in-hand, father and son retraced their steps through the jungle, the sound of Lake’s happy chatter filling the air. Sam listened, his heart full, his dimpled smile genuine and deep.

The emerald canopy filtered the afternoon sun, dappling the jungle floor in shifting mosaics of light and shadow as Sam and Lake continued their trek back to their camp amidst the ancient ruins. Lake, his small hand securely tucked in Sam’s larger one, chattered about the vibrant blue morpho butterfly they’d just spotted flitting among the colossal, moss-covered stones. Each word from Lake, each question, each burst of childish enthusiasm, resonated deep within Sam, a melody sweeter than any jungle bird’s song.

As they walked, the rhythmic crunch of their boots on the leafy ground and the distant symphony of the jungle began to weave a tapestry of memory in Sam’s mind. He saw, not the overgrown path before them, but a younger, smaller version of himself, navigating the bustling chaos of a vibrant marketplace in a long-forgotten city. But it wasn’t the vibrant stalls laden with exotic goods, nor the cacophony of bartering voices that held his attention in this memory. It was the weight resting against his chest, a warm, soft bundle secured against him in a sling made of sturdy, woven fabric. Inside that sling, nestled close to his heart, was baby Lake.

The sling. It wasn’t store-bought, or fancy. It was born out of necessity and stitched with love. In those early days, when Lake was just discovering the world with wide, innocent blue eyes mirroring Sam’s own, life had been simpler, yet more intense. They had been traveling then too, not through jungles exactly, but through bustling cities and quiet villages, each place offering a new lesson, a new experience. Sam, resourceful and always prepared, had crafted the sling from a durable piece of cloth he’d found in a trading post. It was a simple thing, but it became a symbol of their nascent bond.

He remembered the feel of Lake’s tiny weight against him, the soft down of baby hair tickling his chin, the milky scent of him, so pure and comforting. The sling had been his constant companion, allowing him to keep Lake close while navigating crowded streets, exploring dusty ruins, or even just setting up camp. He could recall the curious glances they’d sometimes receive, a lone father with a baby sling, unconventional perhaps, but utterly natural to Sam. He hadn’t cared about conventions. All that mattered was Lake.

He remembered, with a fond chuckle escaping his lips now, how Lake would often sleep soundly in the sling, lulled by the rhythm of Sam’s movements, the steady beat of his heart a constant reassurance. Sometimes, Lake would be awake, his bright eyes taking in the world from his safe vantage point, his little hands reaching out to grasp at Sam’s hair, or his nose, or anything within reach. Those tiny, exploring hands had filled Sam with an overwhelming sense of protectiveness, an instinct so fierce it could have quelled the wildest jungle beast.

The sling was more than just a carrier; it was a haven, a portable nursery that allowed Sam to be both father and adventurer. It represented their inseparable connection. It spoke volumes about Sam's devotion, how he’d woven his life around Lake, literally carrying him through every step, every challenge, every discovery. It was a physical manifestation of the invisible threads of love and care that bound them together.

Snapping back to the present, Sam felt Lake tug gently on his hand. “Papa, are we almost there? I’m a little tired.”

Sam looked down at his son, his dimpled smile deepening. Lake’s cheeks were flushed with the day’s adventures, a smudge of dirt adorning his nose. “Almost there, my little explorer,” Sam reassured him, squeezing his hand gently. “Just a little further now.”

As they reached the familiar clearing in the ruins, the setting sun cast long shadows across the ancient stones. Their camp, nestled within a relatively intact section of the ruins, looked welcoming. A small fire crackled merrily, casting a warm glow on their makeshift shelter. The scent of roasting jungle fowl, prepared earlier, hung in the air, promising a comforting end to their day.

After a simple but satisfying dinner enjoyed by the firelight, the jungle night began to hum its nocturnal lullaby. It was time for bed. Sam led Lake to their tent, a sturdy canvas structure pitched within the stone walls for added protection. Inside, the tent was cozy, lit by a soft lantern. Sam helped Lake change into his sleep clothes, a soft, worn tunic and trousers. Lake, despite his earlier chatter, was now visibly yawning, his eyelids fluttering.

Sam tucked him into his sleeping roll, making sure he was snug and comfortable. “Ready for sleep, little one?” he asked softly, sitting beside him.

Lake nodded, already half-asleep, his blue eyes heavy-lidded. “Will you sing to me, Papa?” he mumbled, his voice thick with drowsiness.

Sam’s heart warmed. Of course. He always sang to Lake before bed. It was a ritual, a connection to those early days with the sling, to countless nights spent calming a fussy baby with the soothing cadence of his voice. It was the same lullaby he had sung to baby Lake, a simple melody he’d learned from his own mother, a tune passed down through generations.

He began to sing softly, his voice a gentle baritone that blended with the sounds of the night.

“Sleep now, my darling, the stars are awake, The moon in the sky, a silver streak, Close your eyes, little one, worries take flight, Sleep soundly now, through the dark night.”

As he sang, memories flooded back again, this time sharper, clearer. He remembered one particular adventure when Lake was a baby, not more than a few months old. They were exploring a different set of ruins then, older, more crumbling than these. They were searching for a rumored hidden spring, said to have rejuvenating properties. Sam, ever the adventurer, had been intrigued.

Baby Lake had been nestled in his sling, sound asleep, as Sam cautiously navigated the treacherous terrain of crumbling walls and overgrown vines. Suddenly, the ground beneath him gave way. He’d stumbled, his foot catching on loose stones, sending him pitching forward. Instinct had taken over. In a split second, his arms had instinctively wrapped around the sling, shielding Lake from the impact as he fell awkwardly, landing hard on his shoulder.

The pain had been sharp, immediate, but all he cared about was Lake. He’d scrambled to his feet, adrenaline coursing through him, and checked on the baby. Lake had stirred, startled by the sudden movement, but otherwise unharmed, still secure in the sling. Sam had breathed a sigh of relief so profound it almost shook him.

Later, examining himself, he’d found a nasty bruise blooming on his shoulder, but it was inconsequential. Lake was safe. That was all that mattered. He had continued their search, more cautious now, more determined than ever. And eventually, they had found the spring, a hidden oasis of clear, cool water, tucked away in the heart of the ruins. He’d carefully bathed Lake’s little face with the water, feeling an inexplicable sense of peace and renewal. He had even drunk from it himself, feeling a strange surge of energy.

The memory faded as the lullaby ended. Lake was now completely asleep, his breathing soft and even. Sam watched him for a moment, his heart swelling with love. He gently brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from Lake’s forehead, his fingers lingering on his soft skin.

He leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Lake’s forehead. “Goodnight, my little one,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Sleep well.”

Sam extinguished the lantern, leaving the tent in soft darkness, pierced only by the faint glow of the embers outside. He stepped out of the tent and added a few more logs to the fire, watching the flames leap and dance. The jungle night was alive with sounds, a symphony of chirps, clicks, and rustles. He found a comfortable spot near the fire, leaning back against a cool stone.

The stars were bright above the jungle canopy, diamond dust scattered across a velvet sky. He gazed up at them, feeling a profound sense of peace. The day had been long, filled with exploration and discovery, but it was days like these, days spent with Lake, immersed in adventure and love, that truly filled his soul.

As weariness finally claimed him, and he prepared to retire to his own sleeping roll, nestled just outside the tent, Lake was the last thought in his mind. His son, his greatest adventure, his most precious treasure. He closed his eyes, the image of Lake’s sleeping face imprinted on his mind, and drifted off to sleep, the jungle sounds fading into a comforting background hum. He knew, with a certainty that ran deeper than the ancient stones around him, that he would always be there, always ready to protect and cherish the boy who had filled his life with such immeasurable joy. And in the quiet solitude of the jungle night, under the watchful gaze of the stars, Sam Drake, the father, the adventurer, slept soundly, his heart full and at peace.

The jungle may hold countless mysteries and treasures, but for Sam Drake, the greatest adventure, the most precious discovery, was the unwavering love and unbreakable bond he shared with his son, Lake. And that was a treasure he would protect and cherish, above all else, forever.

[mariastorm]

Danny became the head assistant to one Timothy Drake-Wayne after nearly 20 years of being retired from the hero gig. In Danny's opinion,no 16 year old should be managing a multi - million dollar company as a pass time instead the fricking grown adult who owned said company... *cough,cough .....Bruce Wayne.

But then again,what did he know, alot.....he knew alot about Tim and his family of furries...the undead souls of Gotham tended to tell you things if you gave them the chance, he was just some guy in his thirties who had just moved to Gotham just a year ago. He couldn't just walk up to them and offer a free therapy session with his sister to fix the general mess that was the Wayne family unless he wanted the 'batclan' to start paying attention to him and later creeping him out with their stalking. So he chose a more subtle approach ; slowly integrate into their lives and fix their disaster of a family one appointment at a time.

He started off great. Tim began to open up to him in the office as the days went by. They talked in-between work schedules and meetings. He learnt about Tim's likes and dreams,lent an ear when he needed to vent about stuff involving home or school. In a way , Danny had realised somewhere in between that he was slowly mentally adopting Tim as his kid . He ended doing the same thing with the other Wayne children when he met them. Apparently,Tim spoke about him to the others when he was home and they had all gotten curious. Heck he had even met Alfred and they got on like a house on fire . Now he sometimes joins the old man to shop for groceries every other weekend. He had met Bruce as well and let's just say their first meeting involved Danny scolding the hell out of the man for allowing a literal child to manage his company when said child should have been doing child things as well as all the other things and the others had told him Bruce had done. Alfred had patted him on the back after he had finished his speech while the kids had been laughing at their father's expense.

Bruce had surprisingly taken it like a man considering the fact that he was being told off on how to 'parent' by a twink who was his son's assistant and therefore his employee. Danny had expected to be jobless after that fiasco but instead he was invited to dinner that very same week by Bruce himself. Albeit Bruce refused to make eye contact and seemed to have been having a fever as his face and ears were bright red but Danny didn't mind,free food was free food.... Even if he still wonderd why he had spotted Dick and Stephanie spying on them from the hallway with knowing looks on their faces......

Danny didn't even know how but suddenly he was fully involved in their lives; night time hobbies included after they dramatically told him to which Danny had simply responded with an "ya don't say?"and proceeded to go back to drinking his tea with Alfred . Things in the bat-brood were healing nicely;they were talking, bonding and generally starting to look like a true family. A true family with Danny in it. And Danny himself didn't realize this until one fluke .....no.... Two flukes occurred on the night of the biggest gala Danny had ever attended in his halfa life {galas he attended at Sam's mansion included} .

The first fluke ,he had been both happy and embarrassed about.....

Not one or two or three BUT four of the Wayne children had addressed him as 'Dad' . That too in front of a large group of guests and reporters with cameras and recorders . Damien had gone as far as to specify that ,yes they were referring to him and not Bruce..

And the second fluke....

Well, Danny wasn't sure how to feel about that one............

... Bruce Wayne,the bachelor billionaire,the man Danny had come to have a huge slight man crush on,...........

.

.

.

Kissed Danny. Right on the lips. On the balcony.

And Danny being a complete idiot had hiccuped then used his invisibility to hide and later run all while forgetting one tiny thing..

He hadn't told the batclan about his secret yet..and honestly??

Danny blames Clockwork.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny and Damien are twins au, but a slightly redeemed vlad makes Danny the CEO of Vlad Co and DALV and all his other shell companies. Danny is danny, he got pushed into this against his will and is very overwhelmed by CEO duties, so he reaches out to one of his father's sons, Timothy Drake-Wayne, for advice

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So, danny definitely knows his heritage in this au. He was the spare to Damien's heir, and while their relationship was strained by the constant competition, they still love each other, even when Danny started to show more proficiency in infiltration and subterfuge than assassination. Damien and Danny have a huge fight before Danny leaves, with Damien swearing to never forgive Danny for his betrayal, while Danny is like "what betrayal??? I just cant bring myself to kill someone outside of self-defense??"

(One of the things I hate about Danny and Damien Twin AUs is this depiction that, just because (usually) Danny is unwilling to kill, that makes him weak and a traitor. You think the medical staff in the LoA are assassinating people? Or the lawyers? He's not useless, he's just not good as an assassin)

He was sent to the Fentons at like... seven? eight? to study how the Fentons are purifying lazurus waters from Jack and Maddie, both of whom are partly sponsored by the League of Assassins. He's also learning more about spying from Jack, surprisingly, because no one would expect him of being a top tier spy. He has the occasional mission as a child, but it's mostly shadowing Jack to learn how to spy.

Danny sends letters to both Talia and Damien regarding updates on his training and the Fenton's research, but after a year of no reply from Damien, it's only to Talia. He's feels super hurt by this, and abandoned by the LoA, but the Fentons are kind and familial, and Talia visits once a year. She's unwilling to risk visiting more often, lest she risk getting the JL or the Spiders attention, but sometimes she even manages to visit on his birthday!

(Meanwhile, Talia starts sending birthday assassins to kill Damien so she can spend their birthday with Danyal. She's a really hot and cold mom.

Talia: You can choose me, and have a birthday dinner. Or you can choose your father and have a birthday assassin. You're choice. )

When Slade blows up the LoA, Danyal is given permanent orders to remain as Daniel Fenton until Talia, and only Talia, brings him back to the League. No missions and only one letter every six months. But when Ra's comes back to life and the League is back in power, Talia... never tells Danyal. Because she's seen how happy Damien is being a normal child with their father and wants that for Danyal too. Plus, she wants to continue to have a good relationship one of her children, sue her bruce.

So Danny is completely convinced that the League is mostly gone other than his mother, her zealots, and knows that his brother is living with their father. and he's... relieved. His brother is safe, and his mom told him their grandfather was avenged, so Danny can just enjoy his life. Which he does.

He sends out his six month report days before the portal accident.

Canon stuff happens until Danny is sixteen and Vlad, the fruitloop, steps down as CEO and strong-arms Danny into becoming CEO in his place. Jack and Maddie (who at this point know [or have always known in Jack's case, adn Danny didn't appreciate his dad using his his poker face against him like that] about Phantom) are thrilled.

Vlad is using his "foster son" (Dark Danny, but in this idea, he's Dante Masters) as an excuse as to why he's stepping down, since Dante needs all the attention he can give as a "troubled youth". Danny secretly hopes Dante kills Vlad in his sleep, but signs the papers away.

And there's so much work.

Danny has some idea of what he's doing (Vlad co is a tech company and DALV is weapons manufacturing, plus vlad gave him a crash course on CEOing). Sam and Tuck even help! But he wishes there was someone who could understand the pain of being a CEO while still a teen. But... his father's son, his brother, is one such person. And even though the other would never know, he really wanted to get to know his other siblings. So Danny reaches out for advice to Timothy Drake-Wayne.

Tim is immediately on guard when this Damien clone walks into his office claiming to be the new Vlad Co CEO. The clone acts nothing like Damien, but he still thinks this Danny Fenton is a league plant.

His paranoia doubles when Damien freaks out and confesses that A) Danny is apparently his twin brother and B) that he's been with the League of Assassins this whole time. Damien, who really doesn't want to admit that the reason he forced himself to forget his brother was because said brother didn't want to kill people, says "Tch. I didn't want to associate with the likes of him, so I put him out of my mind." Tim now believes that he's dealing with a master assassin with a huge grudge against Damien and Danyal showing no signs of malicious or aggression in their meetings only convinces him that Danyal is a master actor too.

Which, Danyal is a master actor. But all that other stuff is just Tim reaching.

[hello-eden]

Master post

Dc x Dp ideas

Fenton's work for LOA

Clone body misunderstanding

JL meets everlasting trio misunderstanding

Deaged Damien meets alt Bruce/Danny

Ancient royal family misunderstanding

Danny and Kon rise Elle/Dani

DID/twin misunderstanding

Dan is Ras

T!danny part 1

Danny is Damien

Danny and Damien time travel

Jason is Danny and Bruce's bio kid

Medieval misunderstanding

Tim! Danny and Ras! Vlad

Mara! Dani and Dan! Damien

Mother of evil Dani misunderstanding

Late to the prophesy

Dani is Kon

Amity Park illusions 

Selena, taila, Danny and Bruce used to be a squad

Fake villain Danny

Damian is phantom's human half

Jason is dan

Jason is Danny

Ambassador Danny

Sam is Damien

Tim is Danny

Danny is a clone of Hal Jordan and Bruce Wayne

Failed Danny clones bat kids

Vlad is Ras

Past life memories

Ghost magic

Dick and Danny have kids(Elle and dan)

Bernard is Danny

No memories

Batfam are fentons

De aged rebirth

Dick is dan

Pit madness

Danny as Janet drake

Phantom is Ras

Canon/Fanon batfam meets Mom Danny! Damian.

Danny is superman and Vlad is lex.

De aged core Damian

B!Danny

Danny is Selina

Danny and Damian co parenting

Safe Keeping

"Mom, Dad's Evil Again!"

Kon is reborn as a Danny clone

demon twins time travel

Tim in Danny's body

jump back

mean girl Dannies

reborn Danny/Damian is Danny again

Danny is Clark, Sam is Lois and Tucker is Lex

split danny and phantom LOA

Information broker Danny

danny is dick grayson

dan as Bruce and Danny as Damian

de aged dan interacts with heroes

Bart is Danny'

fake love triangle

sitcom normal

screaming into the night

Danny is Jon ken- crash landing

Fenton siblings are alternate bat kids

in the caves of Gotham

DC Prompt

dc reincarnation

hollow rebirth

Dead Tired

Scandal

One night stand baby

Second chance

Dead Serious

Pit demon Danny

Dani/Elle is Danny and Damien's kid

Dead on Main

Elle/Dani is Jason and Danny's kid

Crime boss Danny

Kids the sequel(Not connected to the other post)

gala friend

time travel with mom danny

T!danny Al Ghul au

part 1

part 2

sub au

sub au #2

sub au #3

Talia's nightmare

T!Danny meets Bruce

Damian meets Elle

quote of part 1

Reverse Robins au

first post

second post

DCxPJO Camp Oasis AU

part 1

part 2

part 3

[books-not-people]

AU where when Danny first got in the portal for the picture jazz being the protective older sister she is and knowing her parents "lab safety" she goes in with Danny and when he trips her immediate thought was to save him from falling in the danger trap she considered the portal and they both become halfas que the canon ghost shenanigans but add protect younger siblings obsessed jazz being a absolute nightmare standing behind Danny the hole time just daring someone to go after team phantom and any time they do they immediately regret as they have angered the older sibling and mercy is not an option.

When pariah dark happens they team up to own him no suit required and jazz and Danny become sibling rulers of the realms.

Somehow their parents find out and go mad scientist on them jazz is 18 in this so says fuck you takes Danny and as the nature secretly petty as shit just calls CPS and takes Danny and sues her parents for child support.

They + Sam & Tucker (because they can convince Tucker's parents it will be good for his future tech career and Sam just tells her parents she's going to stay with her dads side of the family(the drakes)) go to Gotham because no GIW unlike Amity and is ecto rich I also imagine that both are on their way to becoming Ancients of space (Danny) and as odd as it seems older siblings(jazz) they are confused at first until it's explained that the belief of the love and protections that older siblings are some of the most protective and also mischievous towards their younger siblings has built up to for an ancient and jazz just happened to become that ancient.

Que jazz helping college students in the Gotham U library study when they miss their older siblings help like when they where growing up and just being a protection spirit but to siblings in particular. This becomes super annoying when the bats and the birds start setting off her instincts after joker escapes and she can only relax after beating the shit out of him with the anti-creep stick in front of red hood who promptly falls in love with her much to the annoyance of Danny who was already secretly dating tim and meeting at the local coffee shop and ordering their coffee

Feel free to add your own ideas and if anyone writes it please send me a link or title I would love to support your story💖

[zylev-blog]

Masterpost

This is the masterpost for everything that I have posted, not reblogged or added on from someone else.

DCU Only

The Batkids hide in Batman's cloak: here

DP Only

Ghosts as a separate species: here

DpxDc

Danny-centric

Young Danny: here

Danny really hates Christmas: here

Failed Ghost Danny: here

The Purge: here

Secret Arms dealer: here

Danny is Jon Kent: here

Martian Danny: here

Danny's being followed: here

Danny is Bruce Wayne: here

Danny is the clone of Barry and Hal: here AO3 link: here

Danny is Ace the bathound: here @bloggerspam wrote a beautiful fic for this!

Danny goes back in time to kill villain Tim: here

Danny is Diana's daughter: here

Danny arrives during DCeased: here

Danny is Alfred's son: here

Danny is centries old: here

"My name is Danny Fenton, and this is Jackass.": here

Danny is the son of Clark Kent and Lana Lang: here

Danny is convinced Batman is a vampire: here

Danny is Deadshot: here

Danny infiltrates the Light: here

Danny is Jason Todd: here

Danny pays Diana a visit: here

Dan-centric

Dan meets Jason Todd: here

Red Lantern Dan: here

Dan raises Kal-El: here

Jazz-centric

Jazz gets drunk: here

Halfa Jazz: here

Jazz is Lex Luthor's daughter: here

Tucker-centric

Tucker is Amity Park's protector: here

Dani-centric

Dani wants to get arrested: here

Dani is from the future: here

Dani is the clone of Bruce and Danny: here

When Dani destabilizes, Superman stabilizes her dna. She doesn't appreciate this: here

Danny is Clockwork's assistant

Clockwork's assistant au: here

Apprentice of time au: here

Green Lantern Danny

Adult GL Danny: here

GL Danny in Justice League: here

GL Danny helps arrest his parents: here

Danny and others:

Danny and Jazz go to a gala: here

Danny and Dick talk during a stakeout: here

Damian's rant: here

Cujo steals Jason's gun: here

Danny haunts Batman: here

Wally crosses into the DP universe: here

Bruce trains with Phantom: here

The Phantom siblings like to throw things: here

Gotham is on fire: here

Danny and Sam make a bet: here

Flash, Batman, and Joker accidentally cross into the DP universe: here

Danny and Bart are from the future: here

Dani and Dani decide to crash Bruce's interview: here

Mind-controlled Superman crashes Danny and Sam's date: here

Damian and Danny are best friends: here

Danny haunts Batman: here

Dick and Danny talk: here

Dick and Danny are childhood friends: here

Danny rescues Bruce in 1732: here

Jason and Danny kill the Joker: here

Deaged Danny

Danny escapes CADMUS: here

Danny and Dani are adopted by Aquaman: here

Oliver adopts Danny: here

Clark adopts Danny: here

Barry adopts Danny: here

Teen/Adult dad Danny

Ellie and Damian's forced friendship: here

Single Dad and toddler Ellie meet Single mom Kara and baby Kal: here AO3 link: here

Danny is Klarion and Nabu's Dad: here

Danny is Zeus, and Diana's father: here

Other:

Dick throws a party for his 30th birthday: here

The Batfam discover the GIW's warehouse by accident: here

Freakshow and Joker are brothers: here

Tim accidentally creates a portal to Amity Park: here

Dick accidentally saves Danny instead of Tim: here

Danny becomes backup Red Robin: here

Deaged Dick: here

Jazz, Harley, and Bruce are in medschool together: here

Halfa Tim Drake: here

Villain Fentons au: here

Valerie doesn't want to be on a hero team: here

Dick and Damian are ducks: here

Kryptonian Jack Fenton: here

Amity Park is its own nation: here

Villian Fentons: here

A Turkey ghost sends the Fentons on a country-wide chase: here

Little Baby Man Danny: here

Conner is Phantom and Superman's clone: here

Kryptonian Danny: here

Ships:

Dash/Danny: here

Tim/Danny: here

Tim/Danny gods of Krypton: here

Damian is Jazz and Bruce's son: here

Valerie/Danny raise Dani: here

GL Jazz/Bruce: here

FBI Agent Jazz Fenton(Nightingale): here AO3 link: here

Stephanie/Danny: here