#like: why are there two flying Toddlers in the batcave?

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DC x DP Prompt *13*

Of course something like this would happen, while Bruce was out of state with Alfred. Some business for Wayne Enterprises had come up and after he was sure the kids had everything under control in his absence, he left.

If Tim had known this would happen, he would have volunteered to go instead of Bruce. But his newest case had just been to intriguing.

Tim looked at Damian, Dick and Jason. They seemed to feel the same way as him.

Tim just had wanted to look something up before dinner! He had found the two floating Toddlers in the Batcave. And after he send a quick emergency signal up to the Manor his brothers had come down prepared for a fight.

Instead all they saw where two black haired three-year old Twins, who were either bothering the poor Bats or crawling into the mouth of the T-Rex.

"You can order Pizza, I'm not going to deal with... this", was all Jason said with disdain, before he left for the stairs to the Manor.

And yeah... absolutely understandable. Tim would do the same if he could.

"Dick, get the pool net. Damian, prepare a room. I'm going to call Uncle Clark and ask him how to handle flying Toddlers", a deep sight escaped Tim.

Why had it be today, when Alfred wasn't here.

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WELL, I didn’t know I needed this in my life. Why this hasn’t been written yet is beyond me, guess only the Ancients know. Clockwork is my number one suspect. Because if this did exist, our timeline wouldn’t recover or would completely heal. Or nothing would happen at all but shits and giggles.

Guess I’ll have to write it to find out the outcome.

#phantom planet did not happen

“Wait! I’m a cartoon over here!?!”

The reports of a new vigilante group began popping up about a week ago. Small and big time rouges, creeps, and traffickers were being knocked out of commission. Bystanders and interrogations revealed that all of them were taken down with ease, like a wave hitting a toddler on the beach. The group used blasters never before seen and other gadgets. Though, the group themselves used the shadows to hide their identity’s.

Videos and photos were in affective and CCTV footage was no better. But, two consistent clues were present: There were five vigilantes, and all of them were no older than teenagers. At least one or two of them were Metes, but that was a theory more then a fact.

Bruce had been gaining more gray hairs by the hour. Reports were piling up about the group and their escapades that he was wondering if most of it was a joke.

They were able to take down a Riddler Game Show before it happened, stop six murder attempts, find a Man-Bat Serum shipment, then fought three Man-Bats and won. Then they punched a Gotham Elite for embezzling from a nature reserve, stopped the Scarecrow from releasing Fear Toxins into the city, beat him in combat all while telling him that his Fear Toxins were weaker than “Frightys”; then one of them drank it right in front of him, smashed the casing on the ground before screeching like a pelican. All that and more within a single day. Every day was like that!

Bruce sat hunched over at the Batcompter typing away when Alfred walked in. He looked about the state of the Batcave. The floor was covered wall to wall in notes and piles of coffee cups, cans of seltzer, and tea were within arm’s reach of the Wayne.

“Master Bruce, I advise you to leave the cave and take a walk in the garden.”

“Hm.”

“I will not take that as an answer, Master Bruce,” Alfred said as he approached the littered desk.

Bruce let out an ever suffering sigh, “Not now, Alfred. I need to find these teenagers before they get themselves killed.” Alfred shook his head.

“I believe their whereabouts will be revealed within due time. But not if you sit at your computer reviewing the same notes repeatedly.”

“I don’t need a break, I can handle a little research. Kids lives are at stake here.” He then began to mutter, “They were last seen near a Bat Burger around ten this morning fighting a local gang, so maybe—,”

Alfred did his equivalent of an eye-roll before turning off the Batcomputer with a single press of a button. Bruce sat there like a fish before slowly turning his head to Alfred.

“Now, Master Wayne,” Alfred said. Bruce closed his mouth with a clank. “Take a walk in the garden while I prepare a lunch.”

Bruce got up and left the cave like a bat out of Hell while Alfred followed behind, leaving the cave empty for a moment before two figures emerged from the shadows.

“Phew—, I thought he would never leave,” Dick said, putting his phone back into his pocket.

Damian tisked but quietly agreed with Dick’s comment. They approached the Batcomputer, hopping and dodging notes like a game of hopscotch before turning it back on. Dick began to whistle a little ditty as he raked through a pile of reports. Damian started to surf through the millions of tabs Bruce had left behind when Dick started to chuckle.

“What’s so humerus?” Damian asked, not turning away from the screen.

“No wonder B is aging like a fly,” he replied. “These reports are ridiculous, like look— ‘Group of shadow-like teenagers punt a visiting Lex Luther for ‘all his war crimes’ and recent attempt at kidnapping.’ God, I heard about that from Tim, but man what I wouldn’t have given to be in Tim’s place just to see that fight.”

Damian side-eyed Dick at his antics as he continued typing away.

“Oh, this one’s new!” Dick said. “Hostage report: ‘A mysterious teen emerged from the shadows and head butted Twoface while the man was monologuing to us about death like usual. The man collapsed and didn’t get up. Another teen appeared and left a therapy book next to him. I think he either fucking died or got brain damage!’ These reports are sending me—!” Dick fell into a laughing fit but Damian clicked on a tab that caused him to pause. Damian squinted at the screen before turning to Dick.

“Richard, have we seen this model of laser somewhere before?”

Dick flicked his attention to his brother then to the screen where a video was playing. Though grainy, the silhouette of a hand held laser no bigger then one of Steph’s lipsticks, was visible. A neon green light shot from the weapon in a single line, blinding its targets as the wielder waved it about in a flailing motion.

Their was no sound, but with the chaotic motions, the color of the laser, and it’s size Dick couldn’t help but agree with Damian.

“Well, that’s going to bug me all day,” Dick added. “Maybe for the next week.” Damian glared at the screen with a hum before the sounds of the elevator echoed through the cave. Duke emerged from the metal doors but stopped from entering further.

“Wow, what rabbit hole did Tim fall into?”

“Oh, this wasn’t Tim,” Dick said.

“Ah, Bruce?”

“Bruce.”

Duke clicked the roof of his mouth, “Figures.” He floated over the notes and approached the Batcomputer. He picked up a stack of reports separate from Dick’s and couldn’t help but struggle holding back a laugh.

“Yeah— yeah, these guys would drive Bruce up a wall,” Duke said. “I haven’t run into them yet, but boy do I want to.”

“Tim got fucking lucky.”

“Lucky and is probably the chosen one.”

“Thomas, does this device seem familiar to you?” Damian asked.

Duke turned to the screen and watched the video. He shook his head, “Not really.”

Damian slumped in his chair with a scowl. His eye started to twitch the longer he stared at the screen. He eventually changed the video to another where the Shadow-Teens where wielding huge blasters, stunning each target with point blank range. No shots were missed.

But the feeling of familiarity never left Damian, and it only made his eye twitching worse. He grumbled as his glare grew sharper then a blade. Duke whistled in awe at the skill present. Dick glared at the screen too, “This is going to haunt me all day.”

“Huh?”

“Dami and I think we’ve seen those weapons before,” Dick said. “But I can’t pinpoint why!”

Duke patted Dick on the shoulder with a nod. Damian rolled his eyes as he switched to looking at photos. They were grainy like the videos, but the group made due. Dark silhouettes of the teens fighting and flying about made the feeling worse, giving Damian a headache.

“Yawn~ where’s B?”

Duke and Dick turned and yelped while Damian threw a throwing star in the direction of the voice. Tim dodged it with ease from his sleeping bag on the floor. Said sleeping bag was completely buried in notes and reports to the point it was basically the cubicle equivalent of government official camouflage.

“Ah! It’s the chosen one!”

“Fuck off!”

“Holy shit, Tim! Your involved in this chaos?”

“Duh—,” Tim said, rubbing his eyes. “Where’d B go?”

“Tt, Alfred evicted him from the cave,” Damian replied.

“And told him to go touch grass,” Dick said with a smile.

Duke looked at Dick with wide eyes, “And I missed it? Gaaaaa!!!”

Tim sat frozen in place, “You took a video, right?” Dick’s smile stretched into a toothy smirk that could scare a god as he pulled out his phone and lightly waved it.

“Send that to the group chat immediately!” Duke said.

“Doing that now.”

“The blackmail folder shall eat well this day,” Tim said with an evil cackle.

“Can we let father keep some of his dignity?”

“No.”

“Oh no, never.”

“Someone needs to keep the Batman on his toes.”

Damian huffed and drummed his fingers on the desk. His mind went back to the laser. The answer sat at the top of his tongue, but it was stuck there. So, he left the cave to wonder the manor to stew in his thoughts.

Wondering the manor did nothing to solve his plight. So when patrol rolled around, Damian’s mood was down and bitter like the time he watched Marley and Me. Watching the sequel immediately after did not lift his mood like Dick thought it would, it only served to make Damian feel worse.

Dick seemed to be in a similar boat, clearly not coming any closer to an answer either. Though, he was better at hiding it when the Batclan gathered before riding off across Gotham.

Hopping from rooftop to rooftop, Damian continued to think when he heard the sounds of repeated gunfire. He changed trajectory towards an alleyway behind a Bat Burger and looked down.

No one was there. But the hairs on his neck stood on end. Damian turned around and unsheathed his katana in one single motion, blocking his assailant from approaching further.

“Wow there little birdie,” said a voice dipped in venom. “No need to ruffle your feathers.”

Three goons stood before him wearing Joker Masks. Their dark, empty eyes stared deep into Damian’s, making his skin crawl.

“Tt, and what are you and your ignoramus of a boss plotting?” He gave them a glare that could start a fire as the same voice from the middle goon rang on.

“Oh, nothing The Big Bad Bat needs to worry about. But our boss has been looking for a new toy before the party begins.” The goons pulled out electric sticks and dart guns and began rapid fire. Damian dodged and slashed with each attack. He dashed and dove about the rooftop, making the goons frustrated with each missed hit. Before Damian’s eyes, more goons appeared, seemingly multiplying like a cell pulling a mitosis. He gritted his teeth but trudged on, knocking out goons who got to close with the hilt of his blade.

“Robin, what’s your current status?” Oracle asked through his comm-link. “Your movements are chaotic.”

Damian tried to reach for his comm-link but goons would take a gamble and grab for him. But Damian dodged and bared his teeth with a growl at every attempt. However, the Jokers Masked Goons were emerging from the shadows like zombies, carrying more elaborate weapons with a more murderous intent.

“Robin, do you copy?” Oracle continued to call out.

Damian dove off the roof towards the alleyway where more goons were filling the space. He didn’t falter but used the goon’s heads as platforms to jump off from. He hoped from head to head, smirking at each yell of pain.

“Baby Bat, what’s going on?” Nightwing called through the comm-link. “What’s happening over there?”

He stayed clear of the streets, only using Gotham’s maze-like allies to try and evade the gaggle of goons. But, when Damian thought he lost them, ten more goons would appear. However, he was able to reach for his comm-link.

“This is Robin,” he began. “I’m being chased by Jokers Men,” he dodged another set of goons. “There are a lot of them, rather persistent, and armed.”

“Are you or anyone else injured?” His father asked in his Batman tone.

“Negative on both fronts, I am alone.”

“B, I see the Joker’s horde,” Red Hood’s voice rang through.

“You’re not fighting them, Red Hood. Stay away from the Joker.” Batman said.

“I don’t see the Joker, old man. Just a horde of Joker Worshippers casing the Demon Brat like zombies.”

“Hn.”

“I don’t need assistance, I’m completely capable of losing them.” Damian dived passed a set of goons, doing a barrel roll.

“Likely story, kid. I’ve seen the army of The League Assassins, that looks smaller then the crowd you’ve gathered here tonight, which is a feat— congratulations.” Damian’s eye twitched in annoyance.

“I see them too!” Spoiler said. “Holy— did you find The Nest or something!”

“What the fu—,”

“Where did these guys even come from?”

“Tt, they approached me first. They said that the Joker was searching for a ‘new toy before the party.’” Damian’s words sobered the comm-link real quick.

“Red Hood—,”

“Already on the move.”

“Oracle—,”

“Robin’s coordinates have been dispatched.”

“Red Robin and I are heading over now.”

“Sit tight, Rob. We’ll get you out of there.”

Damian turned off his comm-link and continued to dodge goons while doing flips, spins, and jumps. His moves were like a dance but nothing deterred his pursuers. His chest started to ache as his breathing became more labored. He was still hitting goons with the hilt of his katana but they kept on coming.

Eventually, Damian ran into a dead end. The goons had smirks that spelt a storm. His energy was draining, but he stood his ground and held his blade firmly, ready to shed blood when an echoey voice rang through the alley.

“Ancients, did you find The Nest or something?”

The air became cold, not like a cold spot or a spike, but something heavy, like winter itself. Damian felt goosebumps form under his suit while the goons violently shivered as they froze in place at the presents of the voice. Damian and the goons looked about, but found no one.

The voice began to sing slowly in a teasing manner before speeding the rhythm, “Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na— Batmaaaaaan! Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na— Batmaaaaaan!”

The voice repeated the words but Damian wasn’t familiar with this theme, though it was clearly based off his father. The voice, however was familiar, but again his mind was blank.

Goons started to be hit off in groups as the being continued to sing. The ditty caused Damian’s ears to ring due to its constant use of Na na na. Richard would love this, Damian thought as he watched the invisible force throwing goons at each other like throwing a ball.

“Na na na na na na na na na na na na— Batman! Batman! Batman! Na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na—!”

Goons were being knocked down like rolling pins as the voice cheered in victory as they seemingly danced through the chaos. Damian didn’t know weather to jump into the fray or not.

“Hi clown, by clown! Na na na na na na na na—!”

Suddenly, the voice gained a body as their invisibility washed away, revealing a boy around fourteen in black and white dancing like they were at a disco. He continued to dance, seemingly unaware of his lack of invisibility. Damian’s shoulders fell as his back straightened. His eyes grew wide at the boy’s features.

“This is a joke, right?” He whispered to himself.

Suddenly, every piece of the puzzle clicked together. Why each gadget, battle styles, and chaotic nature felt so familiar.

It was because they were characters from a show Dick made him watch when he first became his Robin. A show Dick and him now plan to binge watch once a year. A show that was getting a new season and comic series next summer.

Danny Phantom, the boy before him was undauntedly Danny Phantom.

Why he was sining an unheard of Batman theme was beyond Damian, but he couldn’t find the power in him to care because Danny Phantom was kicking Joker’s Men into next Wednesday; and into the air but that wasn’t the point.

As Danny began to reach the climax of his song, the air became cold enough to freeze the Gotham smog into puffs of solid piles of dust. He then waved his hands as his voice range above the crowd, “Da da da da da da da da da da da da da— Batmaaaaaan!”

He crashed his hands to his side as he stomped his foot against the ground. Ice shot from beneath him, encasing the goons inside it. The ice towered over buildings and alleys, reaching far beyond Damian’s eye sight with ease.

“What just—?”

“The fuck?”

“Robin, what’s your status?”

“What the fuck—? Why are Joker’s Goons trapped in ice? You know what—? Whatever! This is the most disgusting yet beautiful ice castle I’ve ever been in. This is a dream come true! I- I think I’ll cry, give me a moment.”

“Baby Bat! Baby Bat! Answer us! Your location is glitching out!”

Damian stood in place, watching the Ghost Hero wipe his brow.

“Phew—!” He said. “That was a close call! Sorry for not arriving sooner—!”

Damian broke from his trace and stormed over to Danny at a speed that would make a Speedster blush. He stood on the tip of his boots to meet the teen at eye level, giving him a glare that could make Superman’s laser eyes seem comfortable to be under.

“Uuuuuuh— hi Robi—,”

“Are you Danny Phantom?”

“I- uh- yeah?” Danny said. “H-how did—?”

“So you’re not a Mete Cosplayer?”

“I can say the same thing about you, kid.”

“Do your transformation, now.”

“Excuse me? No! Sorry Robster, but I’m a ghost and ghosts don’t do that unless their undergoing a mitosis.”

“Lies, if your really Danny Phantom you will summon your rings of light and revert back into a human.”

Danny stood still, his face mimicking a fish as a ring of light emerged from his middle, then split in two, changing him back into a human. He dragged a hand down his face as he groaned.

“How?” He asked.

Damian tisked, “You are a popular form of media in this world.”

Danny paused before asking, “What type?”

“An animated series made for TV,” Damian stated bluntly.

“Oh! Well!” Danny took in a sharp breath, “Didn’t know that! This is awkward— ummm, sooo, funny story… Your a popular form of media in my world too…”

Damian froze again before asking, “What does that entail?”

Danny’s eyes glowed green as he smirked, “Same thing it means for me, Damian Al Ghoul Wayne. Batman has been a part of my world’s comic and TV history for like decades.”

Damian’s blood ran cold before he heard Nightwing callout, “Baby Bat! Where are—! Is that Danny fucking Phantom!”

“Nightwing?” Danny breathed out. “Oma— your my favorite DC character next to Alfred and Martian Manhunter!”

The rest of the Batclan appeared as Danny said that, causing them all to freeze for a solid minute before Red Hood yelled, “I’m sorry— the fuck—?”

*Insert that Spiderman meme*

So, we see a lot of "DComics exists in Danny's world and he knows about the Batfam".

And I raise this:

"Danny Phantom exists in the DC universe and Damian knows a lot about Danny because he was forced to watch a cartoon by Richard. Who loved the show."

So, Danny ends up in the DC universe (bad reveal or something else - your pick). He knows about this place. He is an avid fan. He is a little confused at first about what version this is (a mix. It's a mix of favourites) but otherwise he's having fun.

That is, until Robin pulls the stunt where he comes upto him and speaks to.him about things he really shouldn't know????

[queerbutstillhere]

Hey prompts lover, how about Jon gets turn into a toddler and Damian has to take care of him. Cue baby Jon letting his feeling out from in his little toddler way and Damian thinking they are just baby talk although he wants to believe them + batfam finding this situation hilarious

(Well hey ;) lol, your prompt is my command! This one ran away with me, so it's pretty long lol. So long, in fact, that I had to edit it bc Tumblr told me it was too long. Enjoy!)

"This is why i don't hang out with you, Batson!"

"Robin, look, I'm. Sorry!" Billy whined, trailing after him.

"DD!"

"Shush, Kent."

"Me hungry!"

"I understand," Damian bit out.

Then he yelped as a sharp pain came from his scalp. He shot a glare over to the toddler on his hip.

"Do not pull on my hair."

The toddler pouted, leaning in and pushing his face against Damian's neck.

"Do you think he'll be okay?"

"I don't know, Billy, you're the one with the magical powers, you figure it out."

"Damian, that's not fair."

"Not fair?! Billy, my best friend has just been turned into a two year old!!"

The teen caped crusader flinched away, looking away from Robin's deadly glare.

"Go figure out how to fix this, Batson," Damian grumbled, jumping in the batmobile which he had just summoned.

"Damian-"

Billy's protest was shut down when Damian snapped the lid of the car and zipped away. Jon was sat in the passenger seat, gripping tightly to the door and staring out the window.

"Wee!!" He exclaimed, looking back at Damian with this huge grin.

Damian almost smiled back, but instead focused on the road. He was headed to the batcave as he tore through the late night traffic, keeping an eye on Jon at all times. When he got to the cave, he hopped out, picking Jon up and balanced the Supertoddler on his hip. One think he had learned through his years of being Robin was how to handle kids. He wouldn't say he liked it, but he knew how to do it.

"Oh god, he's becoming you," a voice came from across the cave.

Damian looked up, searching for the voice and found Tim on the platform by the batcomputer. Jon pointed and made a high pitch noise that caused Damian to flinch away.

"Damian. What is that."

He looked even further up and found Bruce hanging from the rafters, sealing a hole in the wall.

"It's a toddler, father. I thought you of all people would know what a toddler was," Damian snarked back.

He pulled off his mask as he walked up the steps towards Tim. Jon whined and wiggled, chubby arms wrapped around Damian's neck.

"Where's my phone?" He asked Tim, walking over towards the table they usually left things on.

"I think you left it upstairs to charge, didn't you?"

Damian grumbled in response, grabbing Bruce's instead.

"Hey-" Tim started to protest.

"Batman!" Jon squealed, pointing as Bruce dropped down near them.

"Shh," Damian gently shushed him, bouncing him slightly to adjust his position on his hip.

"Damian?" Bruce questioned.

Damian just found the proper contact and was preparing to call it when Jon started floating out of his arms. With a sigh, he reached out, grabbing the red cape still attached to the toddler.

"Oh my God. Is that Jon?!" Tim exclaimed, eyes wide.

"Hi Tim!" Jon said in that little toddler voice of his, waving from his now upside down position.

"Kent. Come down," Damian ordered.

"Me fly!"

"I see that. Come back down here."

The toddler just stared at him.

"Jon."

When he still didn't stop floating, Damian reached out, grabbed his little legs and pulled him back down.

"What happened?" Bruce asked cautiously.

Damian sighed and began to explain how they were helping Billy and then something to do with magic happened and next thing Damian knew, Jon was a baby.

"And he still has his powers."

"Some of them, at least."

Tim was snickering, shoulders shaking, hand clamped over his mouth.

"You think this is funny?" Damian snapped, staring at him.

"I think it's hilarious!" Tim busted out laughing, which caused Jon, still floating to start giggling.

Then the toddler started falling. Damian easily caught him, pulling the toddler to his chest as a surge of fear shot through him.

"Well, you should probably call Clark."

"I was going to."

"Other then that, uh? Just keep an eye on him I guess."

Damian shot Bruce a glare. "I do know how to handle toddlers, Father."

Damian ended up changing and taking Jon upstairs after he started whining about being hungry. Alfred was in the kitchen, already informed of the situation. He handed Damian a vegan grilled cheese and had a PB and J ready for Jon.

"Alfie! Hiiiii!" Jon said eagerly, waving as he toddled into the kitchen.

"Hello, Master Kent," Alfred greeted, picking Jon up as putting him in a chair at the island.

"Me hungry!"

"Yes, and I have a fine meal prepared for you," he said, putting it and a glass of milk down in front of Jon.

The toddler grabbed the sandwich and began shoving it into his mouth. Damian watched with mild horror before beginning to eat his own sandwich. He still needed to call Clark.

"How old are you, Master Kent?" Alfred asked.

"Uhhhh," Jon frowned at him, peanut butter all over his face. "Dunno!"

"He still has all his memories and such," Damian commented. "As far as I can tell, anyway."

"Me like Dami!" Jon exclaimed, grinning at him with his peanut butter face.

"I- okay. I'm going to call your father."

Damian shoved the last bite in his mouth and then walked out, running up to his room and grabbing his phone. He called Clark and discovered the man was in Japan and simply got a "you'll have to watch him". So Damian went back downstairs to collect his toddler-bestfriend. Jon was getting tired and clung to Damian tightly, wrapping his arms around his neck, nearly choking Damian. The toddler yawned as Damian held him, chatting with his brothers, who had made their way upstairs, still in their uniforms.

"Dami," the toddler mumbled, his forehead pressed into Damian's cheek.

"Yes, Jonathan?"

"Me sleepy."

"Okay, you can go to sleep."

"You sleep with me?"

"I have work to do," Damian said, gently rubbing his back.

The batsiblings had gone quiet, watching them.

"Noooo," Jon whined, pulling away, grabbing Damian's cheeks. "You sleep with me!"

"Jon, no. I have to work."

The toddler stuck out his bottom lip and made a little sobbing noise.

"Uh oh, Damian look what you've done," Dick said, grinning.

"You-" the toddler broke off, whimpering as his eyes tearing up.

"Oh no," Damian said, just seconds before Jon started crying.

"Damian, you monster!" Tim exclaimed. Both brothers busted up laughing.

Jon, crying loudly, pushed against Damian, trying to get out of his arms.

"Jon quit!"

A loud wail met his words.

"Jonathan you're being unreasonable!"

Another loud wail. Jon shoved so hard he almost slipped out of Damian's grip.

"Damian, he's a toddler, that won't work," Dick told him with a headshake.

Damian adjusted Jon, balancing him on his hip.

"Okay! Okay! I'll go to bed with you, okay? Just stop crying! I'm sorry, okay?" Damian exclaimed, desperate to get the shrieking to stop.

Jon sobbed again, blinking at Damian through his tears, giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes ever.

"Okay?"

The toddler nodded, shoving his face into Damian's neck, hiccuping lightly. Damian sighed, looking up at his laughing brothers.

"I guess I'm going to bed."

"Night, baby bat!" Dick called as Damian carried Jon out.

Jon hiccuped all the way upstairs. Damian walked into his room, kicking the door shut behind him, flicking on a light.

"Okay, Superkid," Damian said, plopping the tiny toddler on the bed.

Compared to him, at 18, this toddler version of his best friend - normally 16 - was absolutely tiny. Like, just reached his knees. He was absolutely terrified of accidentally breaking him.

"Me no Superkid," Jon sniffled out, rubbing his snotty nose.

Damian made a disgusted nose and grabbed a Kleenex, wiping the snot. Jon just looked up at him, that bottom lip stuck out.

"Me Superboy."

"Yes you are," Damian said with a sigh, throwing away the Kleenex. He crouched in front of Jon. "We're gonna figure out how to get you changed back, okay? And hopefully before school on Monday."

Jon nodded.

"I'm gonna go brush my teeth, okay? Stay here. Play with Alfred."

The mentioned cat sauntered over, rubbing against Toddler Jon.

"Dami," Jon sniffed out.

"Yes?"

"I luv you."

Damian blinked at him, straightening.

"I. Uh. Okay."

His heart was pounding really hard. And he didn't know why. He escaped to the en suite bathroom, starting to brush his teeth. He could hear toddler Jon chattering to Alfred. Damian hastily scolded himself. He was a toddler at the moment, probably no more then three. He was just being a toddler, and toddler's didn't understand love like teenagers did. He shook his head and brushed it off.

Not that he didn't want it to be true.

After he washed his face and changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt to sleep in, he walked back out, finding Jon slumped on his side, tiredly patting Alfred's head. The cat just blinked up at Damian.

"Okay, Jon. Time to go to bed," he said, ruffling the kids hair before going to turn off the overhead light.

It wasn't the first time he had shared a bed with Jon. Just usually, Jon was larger then him. He got under the covers, and toddler Jon wiggled his way up to the top of the bed, crawling under the thick blankets.

"Good night, Jon," Damian said.

He fully intended to slip away once the toddler went to sleep. Instead, Jon crawled over and flopped on top of Damian's chest, getting comfortable. Damian groaned slightly, confused.

"Me sleep here."

"Jon, that can't be comfortable."

"Me sleep here!"

"Okay."

Who knew a toddler version of Jon could be so convincing. Jon reached up, squishing Damian's cheeks again.

"Dami, I luv you," he said again, looking sincere.

"Okay," Damian breathed out, reaching up and ruffling little Jon's hair. "Go to sleep."

The toddler scowled at him but laid back down, his little arms hugging Damian's chest. Damian sighed, placing a hand on his back, holding him still while he reached over and flicked off the bedside lamp. Then he settled on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

Toddler Jon loved him. But did Teen Jon?

Why were emotions so complicated?

Damian eventually drifted to sleep, an arm wrapped protectively around toddler Jon. This was a horribly weird situation, but he supposed they could figure it out in the morning.

He woke up to a sudden massive increase of weight on his chest. He groaned in pain and shoved at it.

"Quit pushing!"

Damian snapped his eyes open, finding Jonathan Kent, sixteen, mere inches from his face.

"Kent!"

"Well duh, who else?" Jon grumbled, rubbing at his eyes.

"You're back!"

"Yeah?"

Jon crossed his arms on Damian's chest, resting his chin on his forearms.

"And you're incredibly heavy," Damian said, scowling now.

"Rude!"

Jon grinned at him and Damian glared back. Then he became aware of Jon's lower half laying in between his legs, his stomach pressing on-

"Okay, get off!" Damian snapped, easily flipping his weight to one side and throwing Jon off.

Jon laughed as he was tossed onto his back.

"Aw, come on, Dames, admit it, you're glad I'm back."

Damian just grumbled under his breath. Jon grinned, reaching over and pinching his side.

"Don't be a butt."

"You need to call your father."

"Hmm. What if I'd rather talk to you first."

"Kent."

"What if I start crying? That seemed to work so well the last time."

Damian tensed. "How much do you remember?"

"Oh, quite a bit," Jon said, his voice dropping. "I remember your heart going crazy when I said I loved you."

Damian was opening his mouth to respond when the door slammed open.

"Damian! I think the spell wore- oh."

Both teens snapped their gaze over to Billy Batson, in Shazam form, staring at the two of them, laying in bed together.

"Well... i guess you already knew that," Billy said, stepping backwards.

"Good assumption, Batson," Damian said coldly, eyes rolling.

"I'm just. . . I'll go. Hey Jon."

"Hi Billy," Jon said, laughing to himself.

Billy quickly retreated.

"Have I ever told you that i like him?"

"Go back to sleep, Jon," Damian grumbled, kicking his shins.

He rolled onto his side, glaring at the wall. Jon laughed, and then suddenly pressed himself against Damian's back, an arm slipping over his waist.

"I meant it," he murmured.

"Wait, what!"

[squiddybeifong]

CassRae Weekend Day 1: Back-Up

 On Ao3 here

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“Hey there, Bats!”

The whisper-yell was more of a yell over the sound of rain pattering on Gotham’s rooftops and the Batman silently turned to her niece, a small smile curling her lips at how excited the young hero was.

Nightstar’s outfit wasn’t a bright as any costume any Robin had donned, but the girl was just as eager as any bird had been at the chance of finally making her own path through patrol. The tiny picture held between Batman’s fingers fluttered against the relentless rain droplets but the lamination worked to keep it sturdy.

Mar’i noticed the little square and pressed her cheek to Cass’ as she stared, the preteen’s green eyes wide and curious, “What’s that?”

Her response was hummed out in tune to another tender stroke of black gloves over the picture’s faces, “My back-up.”

A smirk pulled Batman’s lips at the way Nightstar gasped, obviously affronted at the news, “But that’s supposed to be me!” Sputtering, Mar’i furrowed her brows as she craned her neck to stare at the two again. She pointed at the toddler’s face, his cheeks not as chubby as when he’d first been adopted but just as adorable, “And Christopher’s too tiny to fight yet. He’s even smaller than Jake!”

“Not like that,” Cass grinned as her thumb traced over the laminated lines of her wife’s face. She didn’t let herself relax (they were still on patrol, after all), but some of the tension left her shoulders as she sat alongside the gargoyle, still gazing at Raven’s candid smile. The whites of her mask found Mar’i’s gaze and the Batman spoke again, her voice quiet, “You’re too young to remember Joker teaming up with Control Freak a few years back?”

The girl’s brows furrowed and her floating lowered an inch, “I think so.”

Cass slowly nodded, her shoulders arching as she rolled her neck and rubbed at her nape. The phantom bruises seemed to never leave from that debacle and she grunted out, “It was a mess. Oracle and Cyborg fixed up after, but a lot of photos were lost.”

Mar’i’s face scrunched up in thought as a flash of lightning lit up the sky, making the violet of her outfit shine almost as bright as her eyes. Cass noticed that she was putting together certain habits she had noted during her training (habits that Dick especially was fond of) and Batman tapped the square again. Once she had her sidekick’s attention, the Dark Knight explained, “If something ever happened, I need to make sure I still have this one with me.”

Their faces turned to the sky as the wind shifted, blowing the rain so hard it was nearly sideways. Cass stood and emerald eyes fell to her, “Grandpa says we shouldn’t have stuff with our family…”

Her words trailed off as Batman motioned to a little scanner on her utility belt, “It’ll self destruct if I’m compromised or too injured.” Cass’ head tilted to the side in thought, the ears of her cowl poking the gargoyle’s shoulder, “But mainly it’s in case I go unconscious.”

The half-Tamarian perked up in recognition, “Oh, just like the rest of our gadgets?”

“Exactly.” Cass’ chin tilted to where the Watchtower was, halfway across the city. She pulled out her grappling hook and shrugged one shoulder, “Oracle’s always tuned in to keeping these from getting out.”

“Really?”

Another nod as the sky lit up again, this flash of lightning’s thunderboom waiting for three seconds before sounding over the city. Still, Gotham rumbled on without a trace of visible chaos and Cass narrowed her eyes behind the cowl, “This is my… eighth? Maybe ninth.” The woman shrugged, kissing her son’s face once and then putting the small picture back, “We have copies at home but I like having them here… with me. Especially when it’s calm out.”

Nightstar let out a groan at her words, flopping against her aunt’s shoulder before she could take aim, “I knoooow! It’s Friday and it’s Gotham! Why isn’t anyone doing anything?”

Batman shrugged as she fired and jumped from the rooftop, her grappling hook scraping the crumbling brick rooftops as they started patrolling the city some more. She let out a breath to the tune of her sidekick’s hair swishing as she flew beside her, patiently explaining, “No need to spend Halloween in a cell. They like to wait.”

Mar’i pouted at the news and Cass chuckled. She shook her head, feeling the rainwater flick off the whites of her mask, “Enjoy it now. Tomorrow’ll be real busy.”

The preteen snickered as they continued their rooftop patrol, “Dad’s already stocking up on coffee.”

Batman grinned at the news and slowed her swinging down, half-stretching her shoulders as they all but floated through the buildings’ shadows. From their spots so high in the sky both heroes watched as a ship’s lights went dark for half a second then immediately lit up. Cass tilted her chin towards her niece, savoring that spike of adrenaline that patrol always bought, “Wanna lead the way?”

Nightstar perked up, “One of our perps think there’s supposed to be a warehouse deal going on near the harbor maybe-tonight.” She flew an inch higher as Cass smirked and turned on her comm. The dark knight’s voice was casual, “Heard that, Oracle?”

“Cameras around the whole block went off with that power surge, something’s going down,” Barbara’s voice filled their ears. Her keyboard’s clack-clack-clack! preceded the redhead’s hum, “Ten minutes ago three vans parked near the port’s parking booth. I can’t see if there’s any weapons with them but you know how Gotham is.”

There was a smile in Oracle’s voice and the ding! of a message. Babs hummed once and then her voice filled their ears again, “Good luck and Raven says not to get shot this time.”

--

“Keep still, Peanut,” Raven’s soft chiding made the girl quiet down, although her hiss of pain turned into a giggle as her aunt’s magic worked through her system. Mar’i knew they were just a few scrapes and that she could easily handle it, but she didn’t want her parents or her aunts to worry too much. Not on Halloween Eve.

Cass ran a hand through the girl’s messy hair, a small smile on her lips, “More impulsive than your dad.”

Nightstar grinned at the news and Raven sighed at the thought of all the future injuries she’d have to heal, the soft glow on her hands dissipating as she finished. Mar’i raised her face and the mystic pecked her forehead, “It’s still early, are you two going back out?”

“I am.”

Batman gave her sidekick a pointed look before she could complain. Mar’i settled for a pout and Cass’ smile widened a tinge, “You need to rest up for tomorrow.”

The pout deepened and Nightstar crossed her arms over her chest, “I’m not a kid!”

“We know you aren’t, but this is your first official Gotham Halloween patrol,” Raven soothed her. She rubbed a circle to her niece’s back and aimed a look her wife’s way, “I know you’ve done Blüdhaven with Nightwing but it gets crazy out there. You probably won’t be getting home till after sunrise and Batman needs you in top shape.”

“Can’t be without my back-up,” Cass drawled.

Nightstar brightened up at the idea and she stood, her excitement lending to her hovering a few feet above the ground. She enthusiastically punched a fist into her palm, looking so much like Kory that Raven couldn’t keep away her chuckles, “Right!”

Batman tilted her chin towards the BatCave’s elevators, “Go get some rest.”

As her sidekick elected to fly up the stairs, Cass walked up to the main computers. She pulled up the file that Oracle already sent, looking over what little bit of security feed the power surge didn’t destroy.

“You know, she was talking about fanny packs when y’all first came in,” The ex-Titan murmured. A lazy smile curled her lips and she sat on the edge of the desk, away from any buttons. She didn’t need to see her wife’s eyes to know that Cass was looking her over, “I’ll warn Oracle to make her some safety switches for any pictures she might stow away.”

Gotham’s masked crusader raised her chin as she stared over the CCTV’s footage, knowing that the city’s rare quiet gave her some opportunity to solve a case early. Still, brown lips curled and she pulled out the picture again, holding it out for her beloved to see.

Raven let out a quiet, happy little sound. Recognizing the way her shoulders rolled, Cass leaned from the computer and opened her arms as her demoness strode up against her.

“And here I thought I married Batman,” Raven’s voice was a teasing lilt as she wrapped her arms around the hero’s shoulders, leaning down to peck her lips. Once, twice, a third smooch and then the empath murmured, “You’re the dark knight, babe. With an A, not an O.”

Cass stayed quiet at the teasing, reaching up for another kiss. Raven eagerly met her and the hero’s shoulders nearly sagged at the attention. After an all-too-short moment her comm went off, bringing a groan from both of them.

Pouting, Batman sighed out in the breath between them, “One more?”

Raven giggled and pecked her love again, “For luck. You don’t have your back-up, after all.”

“No,” Cass reluctantly pulled a hand from her mage’s hair to put the picture back into her utility belt and Raven’s eyes softened at the mention. The mage swooped down for another kiss, covering her crime-fighting wife’s quiet affirmation, “I still do.”