#phantom siblings

[corkinavoid]

DDxDC The More The Merrier

Exactly a year after Talia brought Damian to Bruce, she shows up again. With another child. That looks like a carbon copy of Damian. She introduces him as Danyal, Damian's twin that was in an undercover mission for the last few years.

Bruce's eye twitches, but he deals with it. At least it's not a clone - Damian proved his mother's words to be true, Danyal really is his twin brother. So the Bats are just kind of forced to accept the fact. And the kid.

Danyal is a literal fucking menace. Contrary to Damian, he doesn't stab or bite, but he is absolutely chaotic. And, in addition to that, he has zero self-preservation instincts. None of it. The only two people in the family he has a truce with are Cass and Steph. Cass, because he has yet to take her by surprise, and Steph, because she is his partner in crime. Tim, though, Tim is on the verge of going insane with two little assassin bats running around the manor.

A year later, on the anniversary of Damian and Danyal's arrival, Talia shows up again. With, you guessed it, another kid. This one is a bit older - sixteen or so - and he has an angry glare that can be compared only to Jason's on a warpath. Dante, he calls himself, and the Demon Twins narrow their eyes on him. Bruce knows this look intimately. Sibling rivalry at its finest.

The next year is full of said sibling rivalry, performed by three highly skilled assassins. Dick is constantly worried one day one of them will die, and not because of a Rogue attack. The kids are fucking wild, acting like rabid dogs on steroids. They destroyed a wall once by throwing Dante through it. Alfred gave them a lecture. It didn't help.

The next year, Bruce opens the door to Talia even before she rings the doorbell. He looks at the four-year-old girl that looks like a mirror image of Damian, Danyal and Dante, and asks, tired and defeated:

"How many more?"

Talia only smiles. The girl looks at him with big, innocent puppy eyes that don't fool Bruce anymore.

Tim, who watches the scene through the surveillance cameras in the Batcave, pulls up a file and starts drafting his last will.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 48

So does anyone know Soul Eater? Reapers with partners who can turn into weapons? Hear me out: DCxDP crossover where the phantom siblings have to flee and end up in Gotham, specifically in a certain Alley. Now the batfam aren’t entirely sure why Jason has started to talk gently to his favorite pair of guns or carefully clean them practically daily. Or why he treats him like they’re babies, but it’s getting more than a little concerning. And why did he name them Danny and Dani? And why does he have a rifle that he calls Dan that seems to set itself on fire?!

[zeestarfishalien]

Invasion of the Body Swapper

This has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I decided to post it here, too.

It's my gift fic to Arlie ( @arlieash-blog ) for the BatPham Secret Santa event of 2023.

AO3 Link

Summary: (2.4k words) There's a new ghost in town. Jason gets more than a little caught up in the chaos.

"Wake. Up. Wake. Up. Wake. Up." Each word said by a young unfamiliar feminine voice was punctuated by a bounce. "DaaAaaan..."

Jason's eyes snapped open. Not only is this an unfamiliar voice, but they're calling him by a name that’s not his or any of the aliases he uses.

On him, perched like a vengeful spirit, is a young teen (Maybe thirteen?). She? They? Let's go with they. With their black hair and blue eyes, they'd fit right into Brucie's little orphan collection. (They'd fit right in with all the gargoyles and grotesques of Gotham with the way they're hunched over to crouch on top of him) They're older than he expected from the childish words and tone, bigger than what he perceived from the weight of their body on his, too. Their grin is starting to fade more the longer Jason takes to respond. The longer he stares. He needs to figure out what is going on and preferably without letting some little gremlin know that something is off.

"What do you want?" It comes out harsher than he meant, but that doesn’t seem to phase the kid.

If anything, their grin grew wider, almost unnaturally so.

"Dan, Dan... Dan, my man. Don’t tell me you forgot what today is?"

There's something in their tone, a wicked little lilt. It almost almost convinces him to attempt to lie.

He pretends to mull it over before sighing.

"Fine, yes, I forgot."

The gleam in their eyes sends shivers up his spine.

"You forgo-ot~," they sing-song gleefully.

Their giggle echoes eerily in the room as they practically float to their feet and dance across the bed. It's an unfamiliar bed, just like the room and the pushy little preteen.

"You officially have the title of worst brother a girl could have," she informs him with a mock seriousness that's immediately ruined by her picking up a pillow and chucking it at his face.

He sits up fast to avoid the pillow and hair slips into his face. It's his color, but it's far longer than what it's supposed to be. The errant thought distracts him from monitoring what he says next.

"Now that's uncalled for you little rat bastard." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets them. He's used to hurling insults at his siblings whenever they're being gremlins, so the response was almost automatic.

She's cackling and rolling off the bed, unaware of Jason’s guilty conscience and uncaring of his insults.

"Get up, Sleepyhead! It's time to go~o!" She sing-songs her way around the room as she fishes through drawers and the closet for clothes to chuck at Jason’s face.

"Might I, pffsh. Might I be re-eck! Hey! Quit that!" A pair of socks nailed him right between the eyes. He scowled at the little imp. "Remind me what we were supposed to do."

Her eyes, when they meet his again after digging around for shoes, have a glint to them that Jason doesn't like. If he'd been thinking, he would have carefully wheedled the information from her as they interacted. He should've known from the start that she'd enjoy holding information over his head.

~•~

He was right. Even after they left the apartment where this 'Dan' lived with the chaos goblin and two other people (based on the body language and points of similarity in the faces of the pictures, likely siblings), said chaos goblin still refused to give him any hints, simply grinning at him in mischievous glee.

In other news, Jason did have a brief chance to glance into a mirror before they left, and surprisingly enough, he recognized the person whose body he is currently inhabiting.

Dan Nightingale volunteers at several of Hood’s soup kitchens. Jason remembers how he first came in grumbling about community service and how he's supposed to 'think more about others.' Seeing as how Gotham's judicial system has yet to sentence any criminals to Hood’s kitchens, that meant that friends or family had likely been the ones to make him come. Despite that forced beginning, Dan had taken to the work readily and never complained. Sure there were a few times when he looked about ready to murder some asshole or another that came in to cause trouble, but he kept it to muttered curses and twice he up and picked up the trouble maker and set them outside like a misbehaving cat.

It's definitely not a crush. The man is memorable. What can Jason say?

He's pulled from his thoughts by a yank on his arm so strong it nearly knocks him off his feet. Little Monster is deceptively strong for someone so gangly looking. She's in that awkward growing stage where she's gained quite a bit of height, but the rest of her hasn't quite caught up.

She's dragging him into an alley, and he's pretty sure he'd be far more concerned about that if the body he was inhabiting was his own.

"Let off me, you little punk," he growls out anyway.

"Well, if you hate it so much, you shoulda grabbed a leash. I would have lost track of you five times over with the way you're spacing out today."

"I'm not your dog, brat," he warns.

"Then quit barking like one." As she sticks her tongue out, Jason has to squash the urge to throttle her. His glare is strong enough to stop a lesser man in his tracks.

Dan's little sister is not a lesser man. Jason’s half certain that she's some little demonic imp that has taken the form of a young girl to better mess with the world at large.

She rolls her eyes when she notices his glare.

"Scary eyes don't work on me, broski. I have them too." Jason has mere milliseconds to attempt to figure out what she means by those words when her eyes flash green. Green. That noxiously bright neon green of the pits, of his own eyes when the pit rage gets bad.

His hand jerks from her hold and he stumbles. His foot sinks into the ground (it's supposed to be solid pavement), and he falls back on his ass like a clumsy toddler.

There's a quiet pop, not unlike the sound a bubble makes when it bursts, and with it, a young man pops into existence. His face reminds Jason a little bit of Dan's and a lot of the eerie tween that claims to be Dan's sister. His everything else is different. White hair, Lazarus green eyes (but no, they're actually a few shades off the Lazarus pits and that certainly helps something in his chest relax a little), his skin carries an oddly blue tinge to it, plus there's the whole floating in mid air thing.

He appears worried, and he pulls the munchkin further away from Jason.

"Dani! Step back! That's not Dan," he warns.

Yet, instead of looking shocked or betrayed or concerned, the mighty midget (Dani) just looks annoyed.

"Come on, Danny," she whines, "we were just getting to the good part."

""You KNEW about this?!"" Meta Danny (because really?? They're both Danny? That's gotta get confusing. Poor Dan) and Jason manage to say it at exactly the same time.

"Who am I kidding," Meta Danny admits in a tone sounding far too defeated in Jason’s humble opinion. "Of course you knew."

Little devil Dani scoffs. "Of course I knew. It took me like 3 forevers to track Swip-Swap down."

"Oh my ancients... you even know her name... Dani, why?" Danny, the older, looked at the end of his rope. He slowly lowers until his feet touch the ground.

He shoves a hand over her mouth when she opens it to answer and Jason has no words as he watches bitty bitey one gnaw on the hand blocking her freedom of speech.

There's even blood? If the other Danny bleeds green then yeah, it's blood. Danny, the iron willed, shows no indication of discomfort despite the carnage Little Shop of Horror is creating.

"Don't answer that." His gaze lifts to Jason, apologetic "I'm so sorry, Mr. Not Dan."

"Ewww your ecto is in my mouth," Tiny Terror interrupts after finally getting her mouth away from Toxic Waste Man's hand.

"Maybe you shouldn't try to eat my hand then," he comments coolly. "But more importantly, we have the 'confuse don't abuse' pranking rule for a reason."

"Dan won't be that mad."

"But what about the person you had Swip-Swap put into Dan's body?"

The Terrible Terror opens her mouth, probably to make some snappy comeback but then her eyes meet Jason’s and she sinks down limply in the grip of Savior Danny.

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Just please tell me you weren't pulling a Vlad."

"I wasn't pulling a Vlad," she swore solemnly. Then brightening, "I only wanted them to bond through shared suffering so I could have another brother-dad."

"Dani..." Responsible Danny pinches the bridge of his nose. "We talked about this. We have to respect people's boundaries and communicate. No using supernatural methods to manipulate people. That's something the Fruitloop would do."

Freezing up in horror, Chaos Dani starts looking more and more like a kicked puppy.

She looks up to Danny pleadingly and says, "no..." her voice small.

Her jailer sets her down and pats the top of her head, probably trying to console her.

"I'm afraid so."

"Okay, this is a very touching family teaching moment," Jason admits, "but can we fast forward to the part where I get my body back?" He's still very confused and would like to figure it all out while back in his own body, thanks.

Dani the smaller, let's out an odd keening sound and flies (Literally FLIES) into him.

"I'm SO sorry Jason!" She's nearly sobbing, her arms locked tight around his body.

Before he can get a word in edgewise, non-crying Danny says (more to himself but Jason hears it anyway), "wait...Jason, as in like-us Jason? The one Dan can't seem to talk to?"

And doesn't that just create so many more questions than it answers?

A bright light flashes from Glowy Danny suddenly, blinding Jason (which he definitely does NOT appreciate). Once his vision clears, he curses, using a couple of very creative epithets that he hasn't used in a number of years, because standing there is an older, masculine presenting version of Cling-wrap Dani. They're not just similar, they're basically the same person (he recognizes his face from the photo in their apartment).

"Please tell me one of you as another name you go by to differentiate you. You are allowed tolook the same OR have the same name, not both."

The twins that aren't twins make eye contact, Dani the Clingy craning her neck around to meet her elder self's gaze.

After long prolonged eye contact, Magical Boy Danny breaks the stare off to say, "she goes by Ellie when she's not being a little chaos gremlin."

"Danny! Nuooooooooooo."

"Which is almost never," he admits, ignoring the feral growling coming from the newly dubbed, Ellie.

Jason would put his hand over her mouth to shut her up, but he saw what happened to Danny.

Actually, said hand is looking remarkably normal.

Weird.

Focus Jason.

"Okay then, Ellie. How am I supposed to get my body back?"

Her head snaps around but the moment her eyes meet his, her gaze shifts away and she presses her lips together tightly.

Well shit...

"Sooo, about that..."

Danny groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"I've already spent half the morning trying to track down Swip-Swap. Did you know that she body swapped Vickie Vale and Bruce Wayne? Vickie keeps trying to break into different departments of Wayne Enterprises. Then while Signal and Red Robin were doing damage control, Swip-Swap switched them too. Bruce Wayne keeps trying to seduce people as Vickie Vale and who knows who else Swip-Swap has switched along the way, so the next words put of your mouth better not be 'we need to get Swip-Swap to put them all back' or ancients help me I will throw you all the way to Pluto."

Ellie doesn't say anything at all which is just as much of an answer.

"You know what? No. You made this mess. You have to track down Swip-Swap and either convince her to put everyone back or soup her so we can deal with her together, but YOU are going to be the one doing the work. I will help track down everyone affected and round them up with Dan's help but that's it."

Ellie nods, "Okay. Sorry Danny."

"No," Danny says, "don't apologize to me. Apologize to Jason and everyone else when you fix this."

Her gaze meets Jason’s then.

"I promise I'll fix it and apologize again."

And she looks so much like a sad baby seal that Jason almost wants to help her.

Almost...

"Kay kid. I'll help Danny round everyone up. You just focus on finding that wacko."

She nods seriously and then proceeds to blind him with a flashing lightshow just like her 'brother'? Apparently she has her own magical girl transformation and she looks a lot like Danny did when he arrived.

She flies off through the nearest building (that's something that Jason is going to save and unpack later).

A crash and clattering accompanied by groaning has both Danny and Jason turning to the mouth of the alley.

Out of the garbage cans and bags bursts...

Well...

Jason.

Or at least his body. It's probably Dan and man does he look pissed off.

"Finally found you chucklefucks. You better have a stellar explanation for this bullshit and a solution. If I have to spend even five more minutes in this rage-drunk body I'm gonna-"

"Woah! Dan, breathe." Danny steps so he's between Dan and Jason. "We found the problem and Ellie is working on the solution now."

Dan's eyes glow green but instead of punching or stabbing Danny, he takes a deep breath and then another.

His now blue eyes (Jason’s blue eyes) meet Jason’s (or technically Dan's?? It's really starting to become confusing).

"It is Jason there, right?" He manages the question in a mostly civil tone.

"Yeah," Jason replies.

"Let me just say, and I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible...Bitch you live like this?!"

There must be something about the sheer indignation Dan's tone, or the fact that he says it in Jason’s voice. Or maybe it's just this whole absolutely batshit day finally getting to Jason and he's snapped.

But instead of responding, Jason bursts out laughing.

"Oh ancients...Danny I think I broke him," Dan stage whispers which only deepens Jason’s laughing fit. It's starting to sound a little hysterical, his laugh cracking around the edges.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's like 95% Dani's fault."

[polarpbj]

You’re all Right. Now go get some well-deserved sleep like the Eldritch Demigods you are! You too Jazz!

[breakfastatmiles]

He’ll always be her little brother

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[paxopalotls]

The fanfictions are infecting me with brainrot oh my god have some au doodles before I explode

[medusas-graveyard]

Contingency plan

Danny: I need you to make a very serious contingency plan against me.

Bruce: I— Danny, what—?

Danny: Okay so there is a prophecy where I go insane because one point or another that caused the destruction of worlds as you know it and it happened in one universe already and that me broke into our universe which I already took care of but Kronos said that that outcome is still very reachable and I've had an existential crisis ever since because of what exactly the extent of my capabilities.

Bruce:

Danny:

Bruce: and that contingency plan requires....?

Danny: An extinct flower that I could only get by going to the past

Bruce:

Bruce: Contingency plan it is.

[Planting said flowers]

Damian: Are there any specific requirements to grow them?

Danny: Oh, yeah. Let me just— *takes the gardening shears, about to slice his hand*

Tim: Danny what the fuck are you doing?!

Danny: I'm pretty sure they grew them with blood soaked soil—

Damian: Are you as stupid as the fucking pilgrims these die with? That means they were high with Iron!

Danny: ...o h

[luxuki-1]

she's trying...

(BACK AT IT WITH THE INCORRECT QUOTES GENERATOR WOOO)

[bluerosefox]

Siblings Behavior

It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie aren't causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

[jackson-imbecille]

Drawing in the art style of cool people, this time it’s @deuynndoodles’s style (from 2022. Their style is a bit different now. )

I know I’ve done this comic before, but I wanted to redo it cause it’s been a while and the last one looks a bit bad.

[dragon-toad]

Your honor, I love them.

I see your "Gajuvia brotp" and I raise you to "tired oldest brother Gajeel", "emotionally unstable middle child Juvia" and "spoiled youngest kid Rogue"

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 50

 Dan, after his parole of sorts, gets a second chance via reincarnation, along with his (ugh) siblings to keep an eye on him. Now he was actually excited about this, if only because a brand new world meant no reminders of his past or traumas. Someone up above in charge must be laughing though, because he wakes up in some sort of box-thing, with golden eyes, and distinctly undead. Oh, and apparently this world is also full of heroes and villains along with both Danny and Ellie being well, tiny. And they’re apparently in some sort of cult or something. As undead assassins. He has never been more tempted to let go of his no-killing rule, because he is getting them out of this place.

[krossan]

Heal what has been broken. Reconnect.

[somnoir]

Demon Twins and Death

Inspired by this post by @spiders-in-the-primrose

Damian had spent years loathing Danyal. The weaker, pathetic son. The son who did not have what it took to carry the name Al Ghul. The twin who had died and was swallowed by the Lazarus pits, never to be seen again.

The twin Damian killed.

His brother had welcomed death with tears and sobs. His last words were stained by the blood he choke out, "It had to be you, akhi." He whispered as the blood spilled from his mouth and a sword was pressed further into his stomach.

When he was sent to his father, he remained with his belief in being the better son. That Danyal was not worthy of being the son of the demon and the son of the bat. He could have been one but in the end, only Damian was worthy for both.

And yet as the years passed, Damian grew and changed. And then he finally understood.

In his family of heroes, his family who strived to make the world better—Danyal would have been a better fit. Instead, Damian had been the one to become his father's son with his own twin's blood on his hands. His father must never know.

The idea of Danyal sparks rage, resentment, and utterly self-loathing. His kind and sweet brother who would have been the perfect son for his father. The son who was clearly the better person. Not in skill, power—but morals. Because like their father, Danyal would never kill.

What would have happened if Danyal was here with him? If he were still alive?

Damain can imagine his brother in the colors that Robin wore, another costume, another name. Because Damian will not give up that name after he managed to take it from Drake. But Danyal would have work the colors, would have been bubbly like Grayson. He would have taken care of the children on the streets like Todd. He would have helped their father in cases like Drake.

He would have been the brother they would have wanted.

And Damian tries not to drown in what his brother could have been. He can't help but admire this figment of his imagination. This hero in his kind that wore what could have been Danyal's face. This light within the darkness of Gotham who had a voice identical to Damian's.

And Damian does drown. Because he wants what his brother could have been.

Danyal Al Ghul died by the hands of his brother.

In the back of his mind, he thinks that he just wants his other half back.

Danny Fenton was born as the girl who would be his sister dragged him from a lake and nursed him to health.

The Fentons were strange people with strange ideals. Jack and Maddie were obsessed, they were not suited to care for children as they grabbed their weapons and hunted down any ghost their could find. When they were absent, Danny was left with Jasmine.

The memory of Damian is strong and cruel and it burned itself into his mind. The memory of that katana sinking into his gut, just as blood bubbles up his throat. He remembers an older brother who had to be the one to kill him.

He remembers and then he looks to Jasmine. She is warmth incarnate, with fiery hair and bright eyes that reminded him of stars on painting. His parents lack the warmth he craves but Jazz gives him so much that he can't help but melt everytime he's in her arms.

Neither of them can forget how fearful he was towards her when she first found him. He had only been six years old, feeling the effects of the Lazarus pit on his skin before he was spat out somewhere far, far away. He remembered being in Nanda Parbat then he was spat out somewhere in Illinois.

Jasmine had found him. Jazz had found him.

And Danny has decided long ago that Jazz was much better than Damian.

Even from the distance between them, Danyal continues to fear Damian. The part of him that he wished died when his own twin stabbed him to death continued to live on.

Then he died.

Again.

And he can't help but hope that Danyal is finally dead. That the failure was finally dead. His body only needed two. He only needed Danny and Phantom. Yes... Danyal was dead.

Danny would kill that part of him himself if he could.

He donned the mantle of hero, even when the people called him a menace at times. Danny was finally a hero, he was finally someone who could do good in the world. It was a blessing for him.

In all honesty, being a hero had been fun, even as he suffered. His rogues that fought him felt like friends that he had missed in his life. Parts of him yearned for when Skulker came out for a fight. He laughed whenever Ember moved to blast her music through the town and he was forced to fight her. He was fond of both Kitty and Johnny, even when they fought and caused havoc. Trouble felt like home for once.

The half of him that was dead yearned for a fight, yearned for an obsession. Protection—he was told—was his own obsession.

To protect, to fight, to make sure that whatever fell into his obsession was safe and sound. He thinks of Amity Park—his haunt, his domain—and assumed it was what he wanted to protect. He had fought Pariah Dark, became King through conquest and continued to protect.

But a part of him knew that something was wrong. He knew that it wasn't Amity Park that he would protect at all cost. No.

It was always Jazz. Always his big sister who cradled him, who figured out he was Phantom, who could tell whether he was himself or not. The greatest part of his obsession fell onto the older sibling who loves him unconditionally, always reminding him that there was another half of him in the world that killed him. But Jazz was none of that.

Danny loved his family. He loved Elle who grew to be his little sister. He loved his parents even when they were difficult. He loved his friends—Sam, Tucker, Valerie. He loved them so dearly and yet they could never match up to Jazz.

Danny doesn't know what he'd do without her.

(Lies. He knew what would happen if Jazz was taken from her. He knew what kind of monster he'd become—one that the observants demanded to be killed. He knew damn well that Jazz Fenton was the only thing that kept him human.)

(Dan existed for a reason.)

(Danny would burn the world for his sister.)

(And he'd kill himself for fear of his brother.)

Fate is a cruel mistress that knew what she was doing. Twins were tied by blood, mind, and soul. An invisible thread that made sure they were connected one way or another. He shouldn't be surprised that they were going to be reunited at some point.

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne meet.

It's been years. They've changed. They've become new people. Damian is Robin, the son of the bat (not heir to the demons head). Danny is Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms (not the failure devoured by the Lazarus).

But that doesn't stop Danyal Al Ghul from drowning in fear at the mere visage of Damian Al Ghul.

Danny plays as ambassador, not king. He won't risk himself by telling people who he truly is. He can't. No.

When he summoned and claims that he is an ambassador sent as a substitute, the Justice League accepts what they are given and pleaded for aid.

But Robin is there with Batman. Robin and Phantom meet.

Robin sees Danyal and Phantom sees his murderer.

The moment his body was no longer frozen, Damian sucked in a deep breath as he stared at the face of his own beloved twin. His brother that died by his hands and was claimed by the pits. Had the Lazarus turned him into a creature of the realms?

"Danyal..." Robin sounded hopeful, desperate. He reached forward and almost crossed the circle if not for his father and Nightwing pulling him back with confusion and concern. They look towards the Ghostly being with a face that resembled their father and youngest a little too much.

Danny? Had he been human, his heart would have stopped after ricocheting. He stopped breathing, rendering his lungs useless. This was Damian. A hero of his own right even when he was a monster in Danny's eyes.

Danyal Al Ghul feared Damian.

Phantom was a manifestation of something of Danyal's death.

"You mistake me for someone, Heir to the Demon's head." His voice tore through air, distorted by his own will. Danny was king, he had to remind himself that.

"I am a manifestation. I am born from a concept and emotion. You would not have met me." The lies were not lies. Truths bended to his will as he spoke and pressed against the barrier made by the summoning circle. "But you recognize this body that I have taken form in."

"Then your appearance belonged to a living person." Batman growled.

Danny realizes that this was his father. Perhaps Ra's was right at some point—blood calls to blood.

"What have you done to Danyal?! Where is my twin brother, demon!" Robin's words leak venom as he slams a hand against the barrier.

Danyal tremblesPhantom was amused.

"Bats, tell your brat to back off! That's the ghost king's fuckin' ambassador." The Hellblazer hissed, watching as Batman pulled his son away.

But Damian—Robin—stands still.

Phantom grinned, flashing his teeth as he leaned closed to the barrier. Even when his appearance was born of inverted colors with Lazarus eyes rather than the sky, Damian could recognize his twin's face anywhere.

Both of them knew what happened to Danyal. Killed by his own brother.

But only Phantom knew what happened after.

"Oh little bird... I killed him."

Masterpost

[lunamugetsu]

The new hire

The Wayne Manor is a very large building with a large list of things that needed tending to. While Alfred takes pride in his ability in being the Wayne family butler, he is not too proud to admit that he does need help in maintaining the manor.

So he hired a part time maid!

A young lady named Jasmine, who is a student at Gotham University and is taking care of her younger siblings.

She's well behaved, doesn't complain, cleans well, doesn't steal, and has enough sass in her to deal with any of the batfamily's attitude.

One time she even stopped a group of burglars all by herself. When Alfred had come to check on her, he was met with the sight of Jazz having tied them up while lecturing them about their life choices and helping them find a better job.

So when he agrees to meeting with Jazz's brother to see if he'd be perfect to help with the jobs that needed heavy lifting or hard work. He is met with a 6'10 very muscled man with sharp teeth and flaming hair.

"This is my... twin brother! Dan!" Jazz introduces the man who Alfred.