#danny is like a newborn to pariah

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 188

Pariah stares down his muzzle at the scrap of a ghostling hissing up at him, still waking up from an eternity of sleep. Something he honestly hadn’t expected to awaken from any time soon, even if it had been several thousands of years. 

But that was not important at the moment. No, what was concerning him was the fact that there was a ghostling, practically a fetus really, with itty bitty fangs bared and tiny wings puffed up in an obvious attempt to make themself look bigger. 

Not to mention the fact another ghostling tried to attack him from behind the moment he leaned down to get a better look. Which meant moving very carefully to not accidentally crush said ghostling while dislodging them from the spikes across his spine. 

Ugh, he’d just woken up, why was there a pair of ghostlings in front of his prison? Where was whoever had decided to free him? …

…

Please don’t tell him that the sarcophagus was opened by a pair of ghostlings that shouldn’t even be out of their caretaker’s nest yet. Alright. How did they even get- Why is his Keep in this location? Where is, ah, there Fright Knight is. 

Please do tell him you at least know what’s going on, because while feeling quite better than before his mandated nap, he’s also not up for active conquering or anything close at the moment. Actually he still feels exhausted and- would you stop trying to bite him tiny ghostlings-

Oh Realms, why are there two hatchlings this sick?! One had one of the worst infections he’s ever seen, and he became an adult in the middle of the Zone’s warring days! The other- dear Flame, what is he even looking at?! Why are their cores like that?! What in the Realms’ Name has happened while he was imprisoned that there are ghostlings with cores looking like that?

No no no, he has eternity to continue conquering if he wishes to attempt that again, but he has to fix this immediately. If there is something wrong with the Nesting sites where ghostlings arrive and form to the realms then there is something very wrong. 

…

Why is there a literal tear in the Zone?! Ow, stop trying to bite him you tiny ghostlings, he’s not setting either of you down until he can figure out how to deal with this and get you medical care! Fright Knight, you’re in charge of investigating this portal-tear, he’s going to see what the fuck has happened. 

Heroes and civilians alike are very concerned about the multitude of literal dragons suddenly going all across the midwest and would really like answers now. Perhaps also answers as to why several government buildings have been (seemingly accidentally… maybe) wrecked? Maybe? Please? 

[currentfandomkick]

I raise you, trans!danny who vaguely remembers the whole process of giving birth by ghost standards. the cores formed attached to Danny’s and split off. Their bodies having mixed DNA was Desiree’s twist. Danny is unaware of this, only that his kids are HIS. And he needs to keep them safe. So some semi-feral danny.

Danny woke up disoriented. He tugged on his core’s bonds. His friends were in the Infinite Realms, but closer than before. Jazz was with them. Dan was still by Clockwork, but Danny wasn’t sure if he was in a thermos or not.

Ellie is still in their home dimension.

His kids are nearby.

So are two other ectobeings. Who might eat their cores. Fuck.

Danny snaps awake.

An ill, weak wraith-revnant is holding his son. His infant, cotton-candy-in-water fragile son.

His daughter is in the hands of someone touched by too much death but still not liminal. The same man who asked for his DNA.

Danny gave up on subtle.

/his babies are in danger. He will destroy danger. Protectprotectprotect./

The wraith turned and alerted the others.

Danny noted WiRes and Cuthurtpain tools.

Lab.

Dangerdangerdanger.

His form shifted. Nebulas burst on his skin. His hair turned to stardust and floated around him. His eyes burned greengreengreen.

no one in the room moved.

Danny pounced, grabbing his children while clones split off. The DangerChildThievesEctoEaters moved and were speaking but it was all white noise.

Danny held his babies close. His form shifted human again, but the clones didn’t.

The baby vampire snarled at them.

“Pit demon!”

Danny leveled that one a look. Younger than his oldest.

“Halfa.”

His clones didn’t want to be recalled.

He felt his kidnappers emotions. Shame on the vampire, confusion rippling throughout, confusion on the one who started this. The blonde woman kept her eyes on him and his children.

“No one touches my children.” If his fangs came out and he hissed? He didn’t care.

They laid hands on his babies.

Hostiles. Unsafe. Leaveleaveleave.

“They’re mine too!” Danny squinted at the one who asked for DNA.

A clone possessed their computer.

“Truth,” the clone whispered in his head before eating data files.

“No.” Danny kept his kids close. “Mine.”

His son shifted, hair bright white while his daughter’s hair shifted into a nebula like his skin.

Danny sensed Dan breaching the dimension.

“Baby brother,” Dan greeted, eyeing his clones systematic destruction and continuing to hold his kidnappers hostage.

“Dan.”

“Grandfather found out what happened. He’s agreed to open the Long Now until you settle.”

Danny glared at Dan. “I do not need babysitting.”

Dan looked about. Few things were intact.

“No. But you did give birth only two days ago”

That sent off a round of panic worry concern in the room.

“And your core is in danger of cracking. So, ifs Long Now or Far Frozen. And we both know the yeti will be insufferable when you try to take your kids back.”

Danny growled at the thought. Hishishis.

“So, why don’t we go to Grandfather’s and you and my nobblings can cool off there. Their cores need more ectoplasm, and i can feel how little you’ve kept for yourself, let alone eaten.”

Danny growled at Dan, but his head was starting to hurt.

Things got dark.

“Got you little brother.”

—

Dan raised an eyebrow at the heroes of this city.

“The crown prince of the infinite realms is keeping his heirs. If you want to argue to meet them later, discuss it with your world’s John Constantine. Afterall, he’s bound for thrallhood in service to Pariah Dark or any of the former king’s heirs.”

The man left, taking Danny and the (apparently?!?) newborns with him.

The clones vanished with him.

A man in a purple cloak appeared for a moment only to chuckle and fix the damage.

“I suggest not kidnapping my apprentice in the future. This was rather tame of him—though good luck finding what he ate of your data—post pregnancy cravings can be so odd.”

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@somanyfanficssolittletime

Bruce Wayne is used to ransom calls. They happen often enough despite his children's training, though it doesn't help that they sometimes purposely get themselves captured to later mock the kidnappers but he digressed.

This call was different. "We have Tim Drakes children" what did that even mean? Did they kidnap some random infants with black wisps of hair and blue eyes and just hope that Tim miiight have had a night of indiscretion in the last year or so to be concerned about?

Spoiler was the first on scene, actively teasing Red Robin about the whole fiasco. He swears they couldn't possibly be his and this had to be a scam of some kind. They had been assessing the situation from the rafters of the warehouse when another guy who looked like prime Batman Adoption Bait stormed the place and beat the crap out of the guys before zooming over to the infants.

The pair nodded at eachother and leaped down from the rafters and landed behind the man. He whirled around, holding the kids protectively to his chest, careful to support thier heads.

They asked him to confirm if he's the father which he did so readily. Red Robin got a wierd feeling though and asked to get a swab for testing, just to be sure.

The guy refused. That wasn't overly suspicious but the defensive way he acted was. Were these not his children? The bats chose to try a different tactic and asked him to wait for the police to arrive so they could confirm he was the twins father.

He ran.

Danny was having one of the worst days of his afterlife, and trust him, he's had some rough days. Being chased through Gotham at night by its local terrifying vigilantes while trying not to drop or harm the babies was hard, especially since he was trying to hide his powers. But really, what was he supposed to do?

He can't exactly just say "a ghost with genie powers overheard my mom wish for grandbabies from me and granted that wish but screwed us by making the other half of the babies DNA that of some random rich guy from another reality?" Cause thats going to go over soooo well.

Why do they care so much anyway? He doubts they're going to make the guy pay child support, not that Danny needs it. Then again its probably better to stay in this world where no one knows who he is and his children are safer...from his parents OSHA violations if nothing else.

Vlad couldn't enter this universe cause he couldn't get past the "source wall" whatever that was, but Danny and his babies had no problems so meh.

The bats had him cornered and hiding invisibly inside an abandoned arcade (why were so many places in this city abandoned???) the bats kept combing through the place looking for him. He knew they were about ready to give up looking for him when one of the babies sneezed.

The next thing he knew the littlest bat, Robin was right next to him, "Found you." Then he was knocked out.

[hailkingphantom]

dp x dc

Twins au

Danny and Damian are twins, Ra only wanted one heir, so he told Talia to kill Danyal. She didn't do it and let a baby Danyal in a random little town.

Meanwhile the ghosts of Thomas and Marta Wayne wander around gotham as always. Many times they were about to fade but look like their son can't keep himself and their family safe enough to do it. (Bruce's parents obssesion is the safety of their family, when they died they didn't know what happend with their little brucie. This, more the natural ectoplasm in gotham, caused by the lots of deaths there, let they become in ghost. But since their son and later their grandsons decided work as vigilants they can't fulfill their obsession. Who with a obssesion like theirs, could rest in peace when their alive family decide dress up as animals and fight crime?)

The day of the twins' birth, they felt a pull, a new connection. They went of where it comes from just to find a newborn twins. To one side, they were over the moon, Two grandsons more! But all the emotion felt when they heard Ra's order and saw how Talia gave up in Danyal. They saw how a couple with a young girl adopted Danyal but soon notice how the couple were ghost hunters and that they can't enter into the house.

Over the years they watch the twins, they didn't plan talk with they but Damian catch them, or best say it, sense them. Probably relate in how Damian born and grow in a ecto-contamined place (by the pit) and his train as asassin. They panick and though in hide again, without say anything, but seeing how lonely were Damian and.. they just couldn't.

They told the true, at first Damian looked esceptic but as the time pass he trust them more and more. When they told him about Danyal, Damian was in rage. He demanded that they let him contact with his twin and if they didn't he will find him by his own. They still visited Danyal or Danny, how their other grandson prefer to be called nowdays, but not as much as Damian and Bruce with the kids. Danny live in a safe enviroment in contrast with the others.

They thought in deny Damian's demand but... maybe this could be helpfull for both sides if they play their cards right. Danyal's adoptive family was becoming colder year by year, the fentons lock themselves in their lab more and more time, they even start forgetting feed Danny and Jazz sometimes.

After put some conditions they agree with Damian petition, but first they need to talk with Danyal.

Late a panick atack, incredulity by the existence of ghosts and conviced Danny that they were telling the true, the twin begin talk trought cards. Not the best way but the safest.

This rutine continue in the coming years, when Damian moved in with Bruce become more difficult keep the visits and cards in secret, but somehow they sucessed.

Even with their family dangerous life (and all the deaths, family problems and Bruce's distrust problem. How this happend they thought the raised their son better thatn this.) the twins get use to their rutine.

Until Danny accident.

Danny didn't come back, al least not completly. When they got over their grandson death (and the blame. Damian barely sucessed in keep his composure in front Bruce and the others when he found out about it.) and the fact that now all their alive family were heroes come Pariah.

Their grandson become in a king, a king of a whole dimession, and the pression was breaking him. They couldn't stop Damian of take his stuff and go to help his brother.

Look like their family will fall into chaos again

[duskyashe]

NaNoWriMo Day #18

[masterlist] [part two]

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If there was one thing Danny wasn't expecting when he ascended the ghostly throne, it was having to worry about a freaking line of succession. For one thing, he was under the impression the only reason he was the new ghost king at all was because he'd defeated Pariah Dark in single combat. For another, what did they expect him to do, find a nice ghost girl and settle down? He was fifteen, no way was he ready for that kind of commitment! Nevermind the fact none of us even know if being a halfa effects the ability to have kids, Danny thought grimly.

He'd brought all those points up with his advisors before, but the only one with any real advice he could actually use was Pandora. "You need an heir, but it doesn't have to be the same being the entire time. Be warned, however. Some obsessions fare better in royal positions than others do. Those with freedom related obsessions like your Ellie's would be driven mad within short order." Much more useful than Clockwork's cryptic words of, "Time is the wise King's friend."

After some deliberation and careful study of the Infinite Realms' bylaws and charters, he'd made Jazz his heir with Ellie the "spare" in case Jazz wasn't in a position to succeed Danny. This sort of solution was a stopgap one at best, but it would at least give him a few years, a decade at most, to figure out a more permanent solution. If Jazz's inherent liminality wasn't enough to satisfy the bylaws for more than a few years, then they'd switch Jazz with Ellie and have Ember take up "spare" status, but again, no one knew anything about this kind of situation, it was so new territory. Jazz might be able to give Danny ten years to figure out a more appropriate heir, or she won't be able to give him more than a few months. The variables were different enough from the norm in this situation that no one was happy with how things were at that point in time.

He really needed a better solution, though, and soon, because Ember's obsession wasn't any less freedom based than Ellie's was...

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Nearly five years after Danny's ascension to kinghood, the foundations of the Infinite Realms shifted ever so slightly, almost as though a mostly unstoppable force had tried its hand against an almost immovable object. Six months after that, Danny suddenly nearly collapsed in his applied physics class as he felt the creation of a new halfa. It was sudden, it was painful, and it was familiar. But the cry of a newly formed core, so perfectly in sync with his own, being brutalized nearly made his eyes flare green. Instantly, he knew exactly where this newborn halfa was (—halfway across the world—?), he knew exactly what was happening to them (—they're hitting him with tasers—!), and he knew that if he didn't get there as soon as possible, he'd lose something precious (—they'll ruin him, his obsession, his core—!). It was a good thing Jazz had been his emergency contact on file ever since she turned eighteen, she'd understand what he didn't say, what he couldn't say, over the phone.

Danny was excused from the rest of his classes for the day and his sister picked him up from his physics teacher's office.

"What do you need?" No nonsense, straight to the point. Jazz had grown a lot since his accident, since he became the king of an entire dimension.

Danny released an anxious breath. "I need the Infinity Map." Another breath. "And Frostbite. There's a new halfa, and he's being tortured as we speak." Just keep breathing. "His core cried out to my own, Jazz. From halfway across the world." Jazz's breath hitched at that, and he almost snorted. Exactly. Later. First, he had to save the kid, get him treatment, and deal with the idiots who dared play with things they didn't understand. Then he could deal with the fallout of him hearing the newborn halfa's cry. Deep breaths. That's it, just keep breathing.

"Do you have any more information than his location and current situation?" His sister was a blessing, truly.

"I have a name," he offered. Deep breaths, stay calm, just keep breathing. "Jason Todd." His core sang with protective fury, his obsession crying for blood. That was one of his that those assassins were trying to break. His son, that was his son.

Over my half dead body.

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So. What happens when you're so into a fanfic that you lose all track of time? Well, I end up frantically trying to write a ficlet in two hours that makes sense and doesn't leave too much hanging (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞdid I succeed?

I was originally going to use this prompt to continue one of my previous ficlets, but I also really wanted to write something new, so my muse fought me tooth and nail until I finally gave in (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠) that's part of the reason why I'm writing ficlets instead of a full story this month lol I knew my muse was going to be fickle and wouldn't let me stick with one, or even two storylines lol it's happened before (⁠^⁠_⁠^⁠メ⁠)

Y'all rock, honestly. Like, I know I say that every day, but I genuinely mean it every day (^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Have a good morning/day/night!

[impyssadobsessions]

So I know there are plenty of dp x dc au’s where Danny and Damian are twins, but what if instead danny is his older brother?

Like in the au maybe Bruce and Talia try to form a relationship and they find out they are pregnant? Skip to Danny being born but one of the doctors has been doing a whole messed up experiment where his switches the newborns between parents? And Danny is swapped with a stillborn baby? Time skip to Danny post pariah dark or Dan phantom, and he comes home where everyone is shown that the doctor has been doing this for years so the government is trying to find the kids and at least figure out who’s kid is who’s from the Gotham hospital?

Could throw in Danny meeting some of gothams rogues and some how getting along with them?

I think I read one where it was like that, like Danny was baby they were planning to have but something happened. But not the swap thing with danny >w< It be an interesting switch. I can see Bruce rushing off to meet Danny, because he hates the fact he's been absent in another one of his children's lives. Danny being found out pretty quick that he's a hero too because heroes can tell each other's signs. Danny i can see chilling with some of the rogues. Like he does with his own ghosts. See nothing wrong with it. they're being good for now, why not play a game of cards with them.

[cjsmalley]

Back to the Start:

“Mom, Dad, help me,” Danny appeared, in his regalia, a baby in his arms.

Things moved fast.

Not even a half-hour later Sam was bursting through the doors of the hospital’s nursery floor, Danielle in tow, and homing in on her boyfriend, “What happened?”

Danny, now human, growled, “I was Summoned by some froot-loop. He wanted more life and gave me his grandson in return as a sacrifice to the Great and Terrible Ghost King.”

She slumped, “He was expecting Pariah?”

“I think so. Sam…he just gave me a baby as a sacrifice.” There was grief and fury in Danny’s voice, “and his…mom…she just stood there like it was normal. Told me his name, Damian, but let me take him.”

Danny shook his head, “I…I don’t know what to do, Sam. I own him now. I own someone’s soul. I…have a baby now.”

Sam shook her head, “We have a baby now, Danny. I’m not just dropping you because of this.”

“I have a little brother,” Danielle whispered, looking shellshocked.

It seemed to strike her parents at the same time, really hit them; shellshocked expressions were traded around the three.

Sam regained her composure, slightly, enough to function somewhat, and began making calls.

Within the hour every Manson and Fenton and Tucker were in the small waiting room; Sam’s parents were demanding a DNA test of the baby as proof she hadn’t been pregnant while the Fentons were already planning for the new baby. The Manson lawyers were already working on the needed paperwork.

Everyone fell silent as a doctor appeared, “Mister Phantom? I’m Doctor Adam Peterson, head of pediatrics.”

Danny stood up, “Doctor, is he alright?”

“Yes, a few weeks premature but healthy…how did you come to have him exactly?”

“He was a sacrifice to me—as well…Sam?”

Sam was already making a call, “On it.”

Danny swept a hand through his hair and continued, “You’ll have to sign NDAs but…I’m the Ghost King.”

Peterson’s eyes widened and he bowed, “Your Majesty.”

“No, none of that. The baby? Damian?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Peterson stood up, clearing his throat, “like I said, Damian is healthy for his age and I foresee no complications. His organs are fully developed and whole, his Apgar scores were nearly perfect, which’s normal for his age.”

Everyone gave a sigh of relief.

“Can—can we see him?” Sam asked.

“Of course,” Peterson nodded, “though only two at one time.”

Danny grabbed her hand and led her into the nursery.

The teens were directed to a little bassinet and Sam got her first look at her son, her boy.

He was tiny in that way babies usually were, wrapped in a blue checkered blanket and with a blue cap on his head.

“D’you want to hold him?” a nurse asked.

Mutely, she nodded and was pointed to a rocking chair; then the nurse gave her the baby, helping position her arms correctly.

Sam set a gentle rocking pace, even as she marveled at the boy.

Damian.

Damian who slowly blinked awake, revealing—

She and the nurse gasped; newborns almost always had blue eyes. But Damian, Damian had ectoplasmic green.

Green like Danny’s and Danielle’s eyes while in ghost form.

Only not glowing.

The nurse got ahold of herself, noticing Damian smacking his lips, “Would you like to try feeding him, Missus Phantom?”

“It’s still just Manson,” Sam corrected softly, “and yes, I’d like to try.”

The nurse bustled away, quickly coming back with a ready bottle.

Damian took to the bottle easily, gulping down the formula like he had been starving.

Danny frowned, “Was he fed at all?”

“Not since we’ve had him, Sir,” the nurse blinked, looking decidedly worried as she grabbed his chart, “he’s a little underweight but we assumed that’s because he’s a little premature.”

“Those—those monsters!” Sam snarled, even as Damian was still drinking desperately.

Danny put a hand on her shoulder, “Calm down, Sam. He’s okay. We’ve got him now,” his eyes flashed green briefly, “we’ve got him. And if I ever get Summoned back, I’ll go full King on them.”

Damian finished and began fussing; the nurse showed them how to burp him.

Baby settled, Danny took him and walked him to the large window into the nursery to show everyone else.

Even Jeremy and Pamela cooed at Damian.

And Danielle nearly phased through the window in her excitement and curiosity.

After that was a whirlwind of activity; the Manson lawyers appeared with reams of paperwork for everyone to sign, Sam was on the phone, Maddie Fenton beside her helping, ordering everything a baby needed times two, sending one set of items to her home and the other to FentonWorks, the DNA test was performed, coming back as negative for any genetic connection between the new mother and her son, and Danny talked to Clockwork who marshalled the Palace workers to ready the nursery and hired a ghostly nanny.

Sam ordered a third round of baby gear for the Palace.

All this happened while Damian was in a sling worn by Sam, the parent with a steady heartbeat, asleep and unaware of the chaos he had plunged two families into.

"Wished Away" Long Post 3 (or Another Expansion of the Super Long Posts)

[asexualtuckerfoley]

Get In Loser, We’re Going to Roswell

After Sam and Tucker cancel their plan to join Danny in a cross-country road trip, Jazz takes it upon herself to take him on their own trip.

For Phanniemay Day 10: Favorite AU [ao3] [ffn]

Danny’s dreams had been weird lately, ever since defeating Dan. He expected the nightmares, sure, but the weirdest ones were the ones without Dan. Maybe it had something to do with him seeing an alternate future he’d created, maybe it was his interfering with time, but the dreams happened regardless of the cause.

 “You’ve been awake for too long, friend. Newborn ghosts like you still need sleep.”

 Danny let out a dry laugh and turned, looking at Pariah Dark himself, but he didn’t have the scars of the man he’d fought at age fourteen. “I was a ghost for twenty-five years before I died, thank you very much,” he replied. “You forget I was a halfa.”

 Pariah smiled. “Most do. No one here understands it, how you became half human and half ghost through… you called it an electronic device? That doesn’t exist yet for us.”

 Danny sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Right,” he breathed. “I am the one and only, aren’t I?” He paused for a beat, looking Pariah over. “You came for insight, didn’t you?”

 “When your closest friend is the ghost of time, it’s hard not to indulge.”

 “Lucky for you, I’ll always be around to hold back such pampering.” There was a thinly veiled threat in the statement, one neither of them missed but only one understood. Danny turned, glancing in one of the few mirrors in his lair. In the reflection, he saw not himself, but Clockwork.

[puppetmaster13u]

 Danny and his haunt are more than a little distressed to find out that Pariah Dark can’t be destroyed and can only be sealed away due to being the Ancient of Darkness. Danny is worried about someone trying to wake him up again, while his friends are more worried about the ghost going after the newborn Ancient of Space again. 

 They scour libraries, search high and low in both the Ghost Zone and the living world for a solution before finally just asking Clockwork. 

 And well, they feel like just a bit of idiots but also elated. 

 Because if Danny can become the new embodiment of space, then what’s to stop them from giving the power of darkness to someone else that’s not Pariah Dark? 

 They make a list of requirements, ask both ghosts and living friends. There’s nothing in their world, no one quite right, but what about other worlds? The realms are supposedly infinite right? So there had to be someone out there. 

 And while it takes a long, long time, they eventually find one when a small bloodied ghost of greens, golds, and reds comes forth shyly, eyes burning with determination. He speaks of heroes and villains- far more than their own world- of a city cloaked in shadow and of a single man trying to help despite it seeming impossible. 

 Who better to become the new Dark besides the dark knight himself after all? 

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 34

 Danny Phantom Httyd-esque Au

 I mean, think about it: Amity fighting against ghosts for years, generations maybe. The town was founded by ghost hunters, and that just never stopped. 

 You even have terrible terror equivalents in blob ghosts, which are harmless until you get ones like say Skulker who built himself an ecto-mech suit. More dangerous ghosts that aren’t too dangerous like Johnny or Ember, to deadly powerful ones like Fright Knight. Hell, you can even have a Red Death equivalent with the ghost king Pariah Dark, and other Alpha equivalents in other ancients. Does this mean newborn ancient Danny? Perhaps, up to you honestly. 

 Maybe ghosts even look semi draconic or straight up like dragons (maybe more eastern/serpentine shapes but honestly up to the writer. 

 Danny is freaking out after the accident- his parents were going to start Ghost training soon, but now he’s also a ghost, a half ghost, whatever, and now they’re also after him half the time- He’s not having a good time but at least the ghosts not in the training area of the city grounds seem to be pretty chill…?

[cjsmalley]

Sam and Bruce's chat continued again:

And that, Bruce could understand.

His kids were his, not the charity cases most saw them as.

Each and every one of them were his, blood or not be damned and he had also adjusted his life for each.

From Dick Grayson needing stability and routine to Damian Fenton requiring a custody arrangement and never donning the Robin mantle.

From the tiny, everyday adjustments like Dick liking sugary cereal a tad too much to Damian needing unused candles and parchment to contact his other family during his visits when something important came up. From keeping an eye out for first editions for Jason to watching Tim’s caffeine intake closely to attending Cass’s ballet recitals.

From memorizing medical histories to knowing what sort of discipline worked best for each and what could cause traumatic flashbacks and regressions.

Sam smiled softly, knowing that he understood, before adding, “We made mistakes, of course. We still make mistakes. But we make new mistakes with each kid and we learn for the next time.”

“Your Majesty,” Bruce addressed her as the Queen and not just a fellow parent, “thank you.”

“For what?” she blinked.

“For everything you’ve done for Damian…for the rest of your children.”

“Oh,” she blushed lightly before shaking her head, “no thanks needed. They’re my children. Damian’s mine, couldn’t be more mine than if I birthed him myself.”

“And of his maternal family?”

Sam’s eyes seemed to glow briefly, backlit by some holy or unholy light, “If they every come near him again, without damned good reason and profuse apologies, groveling even, then we use the army to wipe out their little Cult-League.”

Bruce startled, “Wha—?"

“We did our research,” she said, “once we narrowed down where he came from dimensionally. We know what his grandfather is, Bruce. Turns out, those Pits of his are corrupted ectoplasmic pools.”

Bruce’s mind whirled.

“And his repeated use of them puts his entire bloodline into our jurisdiction,” she continued, smirking now, “he’s been misusing them, Bruce. Breaking the natural order of things. Selling Damian was just another mark against them. They step a single toe towards our boy and we will retaliate. We’re content to let things lie now, let the human world deal with them because they are still alive.”

Batman thought on that and found he couldn’t argue with their reasoning as much as he wanted to. They would destroy the League of Assassins and he couldn’t stop it. He would be punching far beyond his weight class if he tried and he had no right to even attempt it anyway.

Constantine and Zatanna had taught him enough to know not to even try to bend the Dead to his own Will without damned good reason. And saving a cult of killers was not a good enough reason.

Bruce didn’t want to stop it.  They had sold his son for being weak as a newborn. They hadn’t even tried contacting him and that miserable thing masquerading as a human worth a damn had sold a child, his own flesh and blood, his own precious male heir to extend his own wretched life yet again.

“We might give his biological mother a chance,” Sam mused aloud, “Danny said she seemed pretty abused herself, cowed. She was the one that named Damian, you know? But if she proves unsalvageable then she goes too. We’re not taking any chances with his safety.”

Talia had been abused by Ra’s most of her life, Bruce could agree to that; alternately spoiled as a princess and then cast aside for male heirs; brainwashed by her father into absolute loyalty despite his cruelty.

Had she even loved her son or had that ability been beaten out of her, sometimes literally? She had named the boy, apparently, the name they had discussed no less, but then had allowed him to be sold to an uncertain fate.

Batman had done his own research and the previous King would have no doubt used Damian as a sacrifice for Power, not treated, loved him as son.

Pariah Dark was infamous for a reason and his vanquisher warily watched for the same.

The Expansion of the Already Long Post

[fairy-lights-and-blobs]

Can you imagine being a normal human in that situation?

Here you are, starting to get used to the alarmingly big Dragons that keep coming out to cause chaos and hilarity around town.

Then in comes a MASSIVE dragon, and he calls himself Undergrowth, and you're STILL trying to rationalise how the actually comparatively baby-sized Phantom took him down.

And now something is blocking the Sun over ALL OF AMITY PARK! Why is THIS fucker so big?!?!

It's like thinking Smaug was a big dragon, and the reading about Ancalagon the Black.

It's a completely different weight category, and your mind struggles badly to picture it.

Prompt 188

Pariah stares down his muzzle at the scrap of a ghostling hissing up at him, still waking up from an eternity of sleep. Something he honestly hadn’t expected to awaken from any time soon, even if it had been several thousands of years. 

But that was not important at the moment. No, what was concerning him was the fact that there was a ghostling, practically a fetus really, with itty bitty fangs bared and tiny wings puffed up in an obvious attempt to make themself look bigger. 

Not to mention the fact another ghostling tried to attack him from behind the moment he leaned down to get a better look. Which meant moving very carefully to not accidentally crush said ghostling while dislodging them from the spikes across his spine. 

Ugh, he’d just woken up, why was there a pair of ghostlings in front of his prison? Where was whoever had decided to free him? …

…

Please don’t tell him that the sarcophagus was opened by a pair of ghostlings that shouldn’t even be out of their caretaker’s nest yet. Alright. How did they even get- Why is his Keep in this location? Where is, ah, there Fright Knight is. 

Please do tell him you at least know what’s going on, because while feeling quite better than before his mandated nap, he’s also not up for active conquering or anything close at the moment. Actually he still feels exhausted and- would you stop trying to bite him tiny ghostlings-

Oh Realms, why are there two hatchlings this sick?! One had one of the worst infections he’s ever seen, and he became an adult in the middle of the Zone’s warring days! The other- dear Flame, what is he even looking at?! Why are their cores like that?! What in the Realms’ Name has happened while he was imprisoned that there are ghostlings with cores looking like that?

No no no, he has eternity to continue conquering if he wishes to attempt that again, but he has to fix this immediately. If there is something wrong with the Nesting sites where ghostlings arrive and form to the realms then there is something very wrong. 

…

Why is there a literal tear in the Zone?! Ow, stop trying to bite him you tiny ghostlings, he’s not setting either of you down until he can figure out how to deal with this and get you medical care! Fright Knight, you’re in charge of investigating this portal-tear, he’s going to see what the fuck has happened. 

Heroes and civilians alike are very concerned about the multitude of literal dragons suddenly going all across the midwest and would really like answers now. Perhaps also answers as to why several government buildings have been (seemingly accidentally… maybe) wrecked? Maybe? Please? 

[noxcheshire]

Prompt 188

Pariah stares down his muzzle at the scrap of a ghostling hissing up at him, still waking up from an eternity of sleep. Something he honestly hadn’t expected to awaken from any time soon, even if it had been several thousands of years. 

But that was not important at the moment. No, what was concerning him was the fact that there was a ghostling, practically a fetus really, with itty bitty fangs bared and tiny wings puffed up in an obvious attempt to make themself look bigger. 

Not to mention the fact another ghostling tried to attack him from behind the moment he leaned down to get a better look. Which meant moving very carefully to not accidentally crush said ghostling while dislodging them from the spikes across his spine. 

Ugh, he’d just woken up, why was there a pair of ghostlings in front of his prison? Where was whoever had decided to free him? …

…

Please don’t tell him that the sarcophagus was opened by a pair of ghostlings that shouldn’t even be out of their caretaker’s nest yet. Alright. How did they even get- Why is his Keep in this location? Where is, ah, there Fright Knight is. 

Please do tell him you at least know what’s going on, because while feeling quite better than before his mandated nap, he’s also not up for active conquering or anything close at the moment. Actually he still feels exhausted and- would you stop trying to bite him tiny ghostlings-

Oh Realms, why are there two hatchlings this sick?! One had one of the worst infections he’s ever seen, and he became an adult in the middle of the Zone’s warring days! The other- dear Flame, what is he even looking at?! Why are their cores like that?! What in the Realms’ Name has happened while he was imprisoned that there are ghostlings with cores looking like that?

No no no, he has eternity to continue conquering if he wishes to attempt that again, but he has to fix this immediately. If there is something wrong with the Nesting sites where ghostlings arrive and form to the realms then there is something very wrong. 

…

Why is there a literal tear in the Zone?! Ow, stop trying to bite him you tiny ghostlings, he’s not setting either of you down until he can figure out how to deal with this and get you medical care! Fright Knight, you’re in charge of investigating this portal-tear, he’s going to see what the fuck has happened. 

Heroes and civilians alike are very concerned about the multitude of literal dragons suddenly going all across the midwest and would really like answers now. Perhaps also answers as to why several government buildings have been (seemingly accidentally… maybe) wrecked? Maybe? Please?