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[art-lokiitama]

"There has to be a way out. I don't want this. I don't accept this."

A fanart for the wonderful fic that has been eating at my brains: Damian Wayne's Complete and Absolute Guide to Starting Over by Anonymous author ✨✨💕

The emotions are so, so gripping in this, and I couldn't get this picture (and another one) away from my mind! I can't recommend this fic enough, it's absolutely incredible

[alien-slushie]

*Collage Roommates AU*

Dick, over the phone: Alfred quick! How do you make cinnamon rolls and can it be done in 28.5 minutes?

Alfred, on speaker: Hello, Master Dick, oh yes I'm fine, how are you today?

Dick: Alfred please! I don't have time for your sarcasm!

Alfred: I can message you a recipe, though for Mister Danny's health I fear what you need it for. And no, 28.5 minutes is not enough time to make proper cinnamon rolls.

Jason: Why do you need cinnamon rolls in 28.5 minutes?

Dick: Ugh, Danny made cinnamon on Monday, he just texted me asking if there was any left because he had a bad day and could really use a cinnamon roll, but I litterally had just finished eating the last roll when he texted me!

Bruce: Go to the store and buy him one if you're that worried.

Alfred, Dick, and Jason: *gasps*

Alfred: If you believe a store bought cinnamon roll equates to a homemade one, then I raised you wrong.

Dick: Not to mention that Danny will kill me if I brought store bought junk food into this appartment!

Jason: Are you trying to get Dick killed?

Bruce: Its just a cinnamon roll.

Alfred, Dick, and Jason: *louder gasps*

Alfred: Where did I go wrong?

Dick: Just a cinnamon roll? Have you tasted Danny's cinnamon rolls? Of course not or else you wouldn't say that.

Bruce: Actually I've never even met Danny, you just talk about him. A lot.

Alfred: Master Dick, I'm afraid I need to go, I need to have a word with Master Bruce.

Bruce: Oh no.

Jason: Don't worry, I'll film it for you.

*hang up sound*

Dick: Serves him right! . . . Wait what about my cinnamon roll dilemma?!

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #773

Danny works as a Gotham bomb disposal technician

[alumbianchronicler]

The problem with bombs in Gotham is that they were only sometimes just "bombs."

Sometimes they were traditional incendiaries, which could be detonated or deconstructed safely either where they were or in a safe location.

Sometimes, they would release anything from toxic nightmare gas to a concerning number of insects.

And sometimes they had an internal, shielded mechanism that would send a signal to another bomb to detonate if/when the mechanism's casing was damaged.

Long story short? The bomb disposal crew in Gotham had a high turnover rate.

But they paid well, which is why Danny Fenton applied for the job. He wouldn't even need a second job to cover his living expenses while in college, and he could keep someone else from being hired in his place.

Someone much easier to kill, in all likelihood.

It was his engineering studies they hired him for.

It was his uncanny ability to disable active bombs that they kept him on for.

Wires? Give him ten seconds and he could tell you which one would give the detonation signal (It was almost like he could sense the electricity running through them).

Unknown contents? He could tell from the type of container alone whether they would be gas, liquid, or something else (it had to be based by the kind of container. He had no way to know what was actually inside, right?).

Internal device? Somehow, he could dismantle or disable them before the signal could be sent beyond the shielding (he was also uncannily difficult to catch quality video or picture of, but that couldn't be related, right?).

In fact, he was so skilled at the job that deaths among the bomb disposal crews as a whole decreased from dozens to single digits for the quarter.

And the Bats couldn't help but take notice.

The Police Detective in charge of the Bomb Disposal Squad, both police and civilian engineer branches, looked up from her computer at The Batman. She leveled him with an unimpressed look and raised a finger for a moment to finish her work.

After a minute of silence, she shut her computer and leveled her gaze at him. "Batman. What brings you here?"

"Detective Smith. What do you know about Daniel Fenton?"

"I know that he's the best on my team, and that without him, many people would be dead."

"Is he a meta?"

She pursed her lips, regarding him for a long moment. "If I were to answer that question, and the young man were to, for whatever reason, come under scrutiny by you and your colleagues and be frightened away, do you know how many people's lives would be at stake and likely lost?"

He tilted his head slightly, indicating for her to go on.

Detective Smith continued. "So, I will assume I misheard you. Could you ask me the question again?"

A moment of silence, and then, "is he being fairly compensated for his work? It... would be unfortunate for such a skilled young man to leave due to not being paid fairly for his work."

The detective smiled. "Oh, he is being paid quite well. With the decrease in necessary bereavement payments, our funding has managed to go further than usual this year. Not that we would say no to an expansion."

"I will see who I can talk to."

[silverheartlugia2000]

Guys, guys listen! This is a perfect prompt for a specific line thrown in! You know, that famous line????

[the-witchhunter]

What I love about this is that he’s effective at his job in mostly mundane ways. Like, some of his powers might give him an edge but it’s mainly his engineering and experience disabling his parents tech that make his so good at it

But I can still see one day, maybe he does it, maybe a coworker does, but someone fucked up. With seconds before it blows, in a panic he SWALLOWED THE WHOLE BOMB

Somehow, it work

[hdgnj]

Co-worker: Huh, didn't know Scarecrow gas was around... Never mind, we will just leave the hallucinations out of the report...

Danny: Thank you?

Batman: I knew it!

Red Robin: ... I can't believe that worked....

[fairy-lights-and-blobs]

The one time it looks like Danny wont be able to defuse the bomb in time, he places both hands in the bomb and it goes off with him on top of it.

His Captain is already saluting his bravery in covering the blast to mitigate it, when the shockwave rolls over the gathered officers and the Bats nearby, but does no damage.

There's no sound, the fire goes but leaves no scorch mark, and doesn't spread. And walking out of the smoke is Danny himself, clothes pristine like he was just clocking in, rather than having had a bomb go off underneath him.

He's carrying the bomb casing under his arm, and, if you pay attention, the light of the nearby streetlights is making his usually sky blue eyes glow a glimmering green that seems to be slowly swirling into a more teal blue, not unlike the sea. While everyone is still flabbergasted, Danny ducked into the van his Unit had brought in for all their gear to place the remains of the bomb in a safe container, in case it had something dangerous clinging to it.

Batman decides to err on the side of caution and, instead of a full Bat-style interrogation, Signal comes to visit the next day. As a meta himself, he's more likely to establish trust with their new obviously a meta Bomb Disposal Officer.

Signal refuses to reveal details, as they'd expected, but he does report that Daniel Fenton is a sweetheart and really nice. Apparently he makes some really good fudge, and calls it a family recipe. Duke brought a Tupperware of fudge for the Bats to enjoy and for Alfred to try to replicate, and suddenly Steph, Cass and Tim are individually considering asking for the guy's hand in marriage.

Alfred is just amused that even in costume, his grandkids all seem to always fondly remember him, even going so far as to bring back new recipes for him to try and recreate. Now, if only he could figure out WHAT exactly makes Danny's fudge have that specific taste...

Meanwhile, as the Bats all have their own Danny-caused crisis, Commissioner Gordon is busy planning out dinner for the young man he's kind of taken under his wing at the precinct. Maybe he might become friends with Babs. Lord knows she could do with more company than Bruce and his army of Bats and Birds. Danny had said he would bring dessert, and his daughter was struggling not to laugh at the texts she's been receiving about Fenton's legendary fudge.

[lemonlinelights]

JEHCBRHCBTH

[depressnt]

He has to smile at the fudge for like 9 minutes and infuse happy emotions into it, i now have the HC that a Fenton in the 1600s learned this from a witch they unknowingly befriended and thought it was a regular old People Thing

[supershot73199]

Oh absolutely I think the funniest ship in this circumstance would be either Babs or Steph just because I want the bat's to technically fail at getting him into the family officially. He's still practically a member in all ways except he won't share the secret family fudge recipe to anyone not in the legal family. (If Steph is the chosen love interest then she only remarks to the family that none of them could ever make it. They just aren't himbo enough since it has to be genuine. Brucie is a fake persona so it wouldn't work and Alfred is to properly brittish to pull it off.)

[ailithnight]

"They always say the secret ingredient is Love. And they're always wrong. Love is too fierce, too violent. The secret ingredient is Joy. Now smile at the fudge. And make it genuine or it won't work."

[possiblyficreblog]

Let's go back to the bombs for a bit (not that the fudge isn't interesting, it is). We know that Danny was willing and able to absorb the force of the bomb, but was he actually nonchalent about it or was he just pretending until he could get out of sight before freaking out. Because on one hand we have a Danny that has had so much trauma that the bomb no longer registers. On the other hand, we have a Danny barely holding it together, possibly having a panic attack in the back of the van. Either way is a kind of Tragic.

Let's go back even further, to the possibility that he can sense electricity. Is this from the theory that it was electricity that killed him when he turned on the portal (I don't believe that it's explicit canon), if so wouldn't this power be a reminder of how he died? How much stress and anxiety would it dredge up if so? I believe this may be why he's in the bomb squad. If he had decided to use his engineering knowledge somewhere else, he would still have this "death reminder", bringing up fear and dread. He still has those emotions, but this is the bomb squad, those emotions are normal/healthy, he's in a place where they're expected and ways to handle them and to talk about them are par of the cour He found somewhere he can get emotional support and he doesn't even need to reveal any of his secrets.

[ailithnight]

DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

.

Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

[omnicrafts]

If It Sucks, Hit Da Bricks!

tw: Human experimentation mention, Torture (past), Derealization/Disassociation (?) Character Death (besides Danny)

Project R-13 Status: Inactive Vitals: Steady Brain Activity: Null The subject displays instinctive reaction to outside stimuli, breathes without mechanical assistance. However, all attempts to awaken or connect psychically with R-13 have no results. Physically, R-13 is a fully grown fourteen-year-old male. No detectable defects in neurological development. Theoretically, R-13 would be capable of movement and speech if released from Pod 413, if not for all data showing evidence of being brain-dead. Due to being unable to implant requested and required Trigger Phrases, Project R-13 is to be terminated at 08:00 July 19, 20XX. Following autopsy and analysis, scientists will begin work on R-14.

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No one was coming for him.

It was a fact he had resigned himself to the moment he was taken away in cuffs. His family had fought, of course, and regardless of his status, his parents would stop at nothing to get him back.

It was not a comfort or hope he was able to carry with him past the threshold of Fenton Works front door. The bag over his head did nothing to drown the three gun shots that echoed from guns that carried bullets instead of Ectoplasm.

They were three blocks away when the explosion of the portal being forcibly shut down rocked Amity Park.

So no one would be coming for him.

The first year, he fought back. He kept track of days by scratching them in the wall, like in all the cartoons and tv shows. Attempted to escape, refused to cooperate with tests and experiments, sassed back against questions.

He no longer had the energy. It was always bright, except for the times they sealed him in small dark containers for transport. His many escape attempts had only helped them strengthen their containment measures, he should have waited, but there was nothing he could do now.

His living self had deteriorated to the point it was no longer capable of sustaining itself and his ghost, leaving him to remain in his spectral form to the researchers delight. His Core ached from the strain of holding himself together, unable to spare energy to heal more than wounds that might end him.

If he didn't think of something soon, he'd either shatter or reveal the best kept secret of the Infinite Realms. So Danny closed his eyes during a lull in the latest torture and prayed to whoever could hear him, this worked.

He felt fuzzy at the edges and sank into the feeling, letting it take him away. The almost forgotten sensation of floating soothed him just a little before his Core constricted tightly. Condensing down, down, down. Smaller and smaller, until he was sure it could fit on the top of a pinhead.

A bolt of electricity shocked through his body, alarms around him blaring but muffled. There was no pain once the shocks subsided, and Danny felt himself floating in a way that reminded him of the Far Frozen Medical Center.

It made sense his mind would create a world around that first. He needed so much medical care. When Danny opened his eyes, however, it wasn't Frostbite who created him, but another lab.

No, a different lab. One missing the blinding white of the GIW facilities. There were no lines of green running along the wall to indicate anti-ghost measures.

This was a Lab he could escape from. For the first time in years, Danny grinned, eyes flashing a bright green as the thick glass around him shattered, and he dropped to his feet.

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Project R-13 Status: Terminated Escaped Vitals: Unknown Brain Activity: Unknown R-13 was terminated at 08:04 July 19, 20XX. Confirmed vitals ceased functioning and what little Brain Activity there was ceased. At 08:08 an electrical malfunction caused sparks to electrify Containment Pod 413 for approximately two minutes. Subject R-13's vital signs spiked and machines registered full Neurological activity. R-13's eyes opened for the first time at 08:11. The subject proceeded to shatter the Super Grade glass of the Containment Pod before engaging scientists in combat. At some point, Subject became aware of nude state and stole Head Researcher Torrance's lab coat, trousers and badge. Suspicions that the Robins possess meta abilities confirmed. R-13 removed clothing by simply pulling them off and through Dr Torrance, putting them on while continuing the escape attempt. Security pursued R-13 through the facility before Subject turned a corner and vanished, despite being a dead end with no rooms. Subject may have inherited abilities from several of the Genetic Templates used for R-13. Tracker located in R-13's tag is malfunctioning. Signal becomes lost before appearing miles away from previous location. Points seem sporadic with no specific direction over another. Several task forces have been mobilized to locate and contain R-13 before undesired parties can discover Subject. God Speed kid.

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Meanwhile, the GIW are livid that their own test subject fucking melted. Scientists blaming the Agents for not properly sustaining the ghost, with the Agents arguing that letting the monster heal too much was too risky.

Danny's Core straight up just shrunk down and Yote itself into the nearest Husk. Which luckily for Danny was the Just Terminated R-13 Project 'Clone' bc he was being transported between facilities and was passing nearby enough. The Shrinking allowed his Soul to pass through the Ecto defenses by being under the threshold that registers enough to activate them.

Literally a last ditch effort because if there HADN'T been a viable vessel for him to settle into... well...

Danny has basic Ghost abilities but no alternate form and minor "Ecto contamination" which would register him as a Liminal. If Danny were to come into contact with a Lazarus pit or die he would unlock Phantom from hibernation. His Spirit form did So much heavy lifting that it deserves a nap okay.

[improbably-luminescent]

Totally not mildly obsessed with the researcher who was actually rooting for their nearly-terminated escapee at the end there. Fun if they became a character in their own right who low key helped.

There have to be scientists in these evil labs who end up actually growing attached to some of the clones right?

Kon being the first to come into contact with this strangely well adjusted feral escaped clone child is inspired.

Kon: “Do you need help? I uh… think you and I may have similar origins.”

Danny *bottom of the smoothie slurping noises*: “I sincerely doubt it.”

Kon: “I mean uh, I think we may be from the same place?”

Danny: “Illinois?”

Love the idea of Jason and Tim finding out they have a clone kid. Particularly if they meet him and then get the chance to have an absolute heart attack/breakdown when Danny does something heroic stupid that gets him killed and unlocks his Phantom form again.

Does Phantom still look the same as before, or does he look like the clone too now? 🤔🤔🤔

I kinda like the first option

Is Danielle around? She would sure have some thoughts about them both sorta being clones now.

[omnicrafts]

Oh, his phantom form keeping his original look would make a lot of sense since Danny’s Core/Soul would match himself. Baffling everyone honestly.

I’m thinking of making his memories kind of fade into the background as his Soul becomes accustomed to its new body. Flashes of memory. The works.

@ailithnight a delicious loaf of bread. The highest of honors! And oh, yes ‘melted’ but they aren’t done with PH13 yet.

Also Idk what to tell you man, I was also working on wips when I was blindsided by this amazing concept.

If It Sucks, Hit Da Bricks!

Part two: Zenith: the highest point reached in the heavens / the time something is most powerful.

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Log 034: 11:00 July 19, 20XX

Higher ups are investigating the breakout. I was successful in scrambling the data for the tracker. The only person who should be able to locate the boy is me. For now, I will keep an eye on his movements and avoid drawing any extra attention to myself. I don’t know what Cadmus wants with this project, but the collaboration with the Genesis Innovation Wing starts too close to the scheduled day we begin R-14.

I can’t watch them create and kill more children. R-13 has been the youngest so far. I fear this supposed success may lead the higher ups to believe the aging process is to blame. I must make sure R-13 is safe and details reach the appropriate party. R-14 can not be allowed to begin.

I have theories on why R-13 Woke Up after termination had completed. Several supported by the powers displayed and his innate understanding and use of those powers. Without further study, however, I have no way to learn how to prevent this from happening with another clone.

Though it pains me to keep my distance, Superboy and his family may be the best choice for both R-13’s safety and the data I have with me. If I’m lucky, no further intervention on my part will be needed.

-EN

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It was amazing to feel the wind again and the brush of the clouds soaking his clothes when he passed through them. Using his intangibility on the pants, he'd pinned them well enough they weren't trying to slip off anymore, even if they were still big and baggy. That was fine, though. He liked the feeling of clothes too big to fit. The lab coat was surprisingly soft and light compared to the harshness of the antiecto suits the scientists and Agents wore before.

Danny shook his head to shove those kinds of thoughts aside, and hovered for a moment above the cumulus cloud cover. Swooping around a bit more, he shaped them like playing in the snow until he realized how cold he had gotten. For the first time since his ice powers had manifested, Danny shivered, and he touched his face as his teeth chattered.

Letting go of a giddy laugh, he rolled in the air and dove lower to see the squares of greens and browns stretched out before him. Farmland. He was so far away from the crowded cities and concrete structures. Amity Park had been a pretty even split after undergrowth, but even then it was nothing on the sheer expanse of peopleless farmland.

When his feet touched the earth, he sank his toes into the muddy dirt, forgoing his powers to feel the way it rubbed against his bare skin. He could feel it under his toenails. The wind swirled around him, and he shivered again, smiling a little as he crouched down and dug his fingers into the wet soil, startling slightly a moment later when the water he hadn't noticed yet came up around his hands.

It was a pond, bigger across than he was tall but not deeper than he was tall, he was sure. Danny just knew it without checking, he didn't want that, so it wouldn't be. Straightening, he realized he wasn't alone, even though he hadn't heard footsteps or anything before catching sight of them out of the corner of his eye.

He turned his head and made eye contact with a young man, probably about the age he should be if not for his captivity. Looking away, Danny examined his hands a moment. Small, soft and new. Was he fourteen again? Yeah, that would make sense. After all, he hadn't spent a lot of time looking at himself in the past, however long it had been. Humming, Danny stepped into the water and made for the middle. The guy shouted something, but he was already in up to his shoulders and giggling at the way the lab coat floated up around him, soaking in the water.

There was a splash just as he found the deepest part, curling his toes and making a face at the squish of the mud and flora. The water itself stopped just below his nose, the perfect depth, exactly as he wanted. Turning his head and then his body to face the person with bright, concerned blue eyes, Danny lifted a hand to wave. The guy stopped, the water up to his ankles. He'd taken off the leather jacket, just behind him, it hung on a fence post he hadn't noticed.

The skintight suit was red and blue, with an interesting crest like the one Sam made him but for an S. A pair of round shades sat on top of his head, almost lost in his dark hair.

"Hey... I'm not gonna hurt you." Danny blinked at him. Of course, he wasn't. Danny didn't want to hurt anymore, that's what this whole dream was for. So he nodded, and that seemed to encourage the guy to go on. "Just, wanted to know what you were doing out here, are you okay?" His face twisted a little, like he was recalling a bad memory.

Danny shifted to stand on his tip toes. "I'm okay." He said with a shrug, attention straying to the various sized fish swimming around him now. "I'm just, being alive, I guess." Hands cupped around one of the orange, white and black splattered fish, he giggled again because its movements tickled his palms.

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Kon was chill. He was so chill about this. It had been just a normal day helping around the farm and spending time with Ma and Pa, cleaning pens and shelling peas. Whatever chores needed doing.

Then there was a fourth person. One that he'd thought was falling from the sky, but there wasn't any screaming. Checking it out brought him to now, having changed out of his farm clothes and into his Superboy 'uniform', and watching a small kid standing in the fishpond. Not just a kid, though. A clone that looked like Tim, but not just Tim, with a tag on his ear that said CADMUS in thick black lettering against red painted metal.

It was bizarre and disorienting, to see another clone, another person like him, after he had been sure they shut all that down. This was fine, he could handle this.

This was a weird situation for a lot of reasons. Mainly how docile the kid was. He'd barely paid Kon any attention, and then there was his answer. 'Just being alive, I guess.' before giggling like a kid (god but he was just a kid) about the fish.

Kon could still remember when everything was new, but he hadn't taken time to look around the way this clone was doing. He'd woken up with so many implanted experiences and with a purpose. Had he looked like this to everyone else? Had he gone through all of that shit in the beginning looking to the world just as small and innocent?

He shook it off. Now wasn’t the time to think too hard about his own life.

He watched the clone kid blow bubbles and scrunch his nose like Tim would sometimes. Amused, but deciding if he liked a sensation or not. Kon crouched down, arms resting on his knees, and waited.

'being alive, I guess.'

"What did they call you?" He asked, fishing for information as gently as possible. Maybe that would give them him, an idea of what to expect.

"No." The boy said softly, but firm. He'd moved to shallower water, digging his hands into the mud and rolling the stones between his fingers.

"No?"

"It was never anything nice, and I want to call myself something new here. I don't want to think about before. If I do, then all this... All this would be for nothing."

That, wasn't close to anything he had expected. Kon could only nod when they looked at him, expression serious, but their eyes dulled and faraway. "I, I want to be called Zenith."

"Ok. I'm glad I get to be the first one to meet you, Zenith." Kon managed a small smile and offered out a hand. "I'm Superboy, but you can call me Kon. I'm a clone too."

Zenith came back to himself a bit and focused on the offered hand. Kon waited patiently, relieved when it paid off and Zenith took his hand to shake it.

"Superboy's a weird name. That why there's an S on your suit? You're a hero?" There was an irrational bubble of pride in his chest at the kids display of cleverness.

"Something like that. This is the El Family crest. My full name is Kon-El, I've been told it represents hope to our culture." Zenith nodded and let himself be led out of the pond. He was soaking wet, which wasn't too different from before he got in the water. "Is it okay if I take that out?" He pointed to the tag and watched him tug on it a moment, frowning slightly.

"Sure." Awe replaced the irritated expression when his TTK took the tag apart and floated the parts over to drop into his hand. "How did you-?"

"It's one of my powers. Tactile Telekinesis. I can manipulate anything I touch." Kon was almost expecting the usual gags that came after a bare-bones explanation. Instead, Zenith nodded.

"That explains the warm pressure. That's cool." He tilted his head slightly, like a bird, Kon thought, eyes focused on their hands and clearly thinking more than he was saying.

Kon was pretty sure he'd destroy a city if anything happened to this kid. Definitely Tim's kid.

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Things happened surprisingly quickly after that. Kon took him to a farm house, where he was greeted by an older couple, Johnathan and Martha Kent, or Ma and Pa. They'd laughed in a way that made him feel warm and fuzzy instead of made fun of when he asked why not Jo since his name was Johnathan if Martha was Ma.

He did feel a little silly after Kon explained it. His soft "Oh, right." had gotten him a head pat from Pa and forehead kiss from Ma, who quietly called him sweetheart. This was the nicest dream he'd ever had, that he could remember. If he could stay here forever, that would be amazing.

They hadn't even gotten cross with him for dripping on the floors, or when he'd gotten possessive of his few things. Ma just promised he could keep the stuff with him if he wanted, and she would just be washing and drying the clothing, so they'd be more comfortable. Da- Zenith, he was Zenith now, felt a little stupid for not realizing that sooner.

Kon had reassured him that was fine, he did the same kind of things in his first few months out of the lab. He'd wanted to take the bath himself, and Kon told him to hand the coat and pants through the door for them. From the startled sounds, they hadn't expected him to take that literally.

"Hey, hey, Zen, it's okay, we were just surprised. You didn't do anything wrong." Kon's voice filtered through the solid wood. Cutting through the fearful haze he'd fallen into while clutching the clothes and small stones to his chest. The press of warmth against his skin was helping with calming down. "It's okay, kiddo, I promise."

He meant it. It was his dream and Kon was safe. The second time he passed them through, they were taken away gently and replaced with soft clothes he could wear after the bath until they were dry.

The bath was the best thing ever, once he sank into it. The ID card sat on the toilet seat lid next to the tub, and on the edge of the tub he placed the four stones he'd picked. Lining them up from lightest to darkest. The ones from Sam were long gone, but they were smooth and pretty and flattish. So similar to many of the ones she'd given him before.

Zenith stayed in the bath until the water was cold, and his skin was all wrinkled. Ma used a blow-dryer on his hair, smiling at him all soft and fond, while he giggled anytime his hair covered his eyes, or she blew cooled air into his face.

Dinner was interesting. He hadn't realized he was hungry until there was a plate of food in front of him. Was it weird to be hungry in a dream? Maybe it was just because his body was hungry. The mind was weird like that. Before he knew he was doing it, he'd shoved a whole baked potato in his mouth. Thankfully it wasn't a very big potato, but it was still more than he could comfortably chew.

The Kents and Kon sort of stared at him in surprise, and Zenith blinked back at them. The sudden thought that they all looked like a group of startled meerkats made him laugh and choke a little. Luckily, Kon was quick to help.

"Maybe some smaller bites." He suggested, smiling back when Zenith grinned up at him and nodded. Though his face felt hot as Ma and Pa started chuckling, it was nice. He liked this a lot. Feeling welcome and safe. They didn't stop him from picking at the food and using his hands to eat.

Kon did ask him if he needed help and Zenith had to look back at his plate; he wanted to avoid seeing the sad look again when he told him, "No, I just haven't gotten to use my hands in a while."

After the meal, he got to help Kon with the dishes. Normally he would try to get out of chores, but even knowing it was a dream, he wanted to help. To show he appreciated being let into this little family. Especially if this was going to be his Dream World family.

"I need to go make a phone call, okay? You be alright staying here with Ma and Pa?" Zenith tilted his head and blinked up at Kon for a moment before nodding.

"Y-you'll come back, right?" Any other time he might have restrained himself, if he'd actually gotten free and wound up here, he would have. He certainly wouldn't have clutched at the sleeve of his leather jacket like a frightened little kid.

"Course! I'll be back soon as I take care of some hero stuff." Kon ruffled his hair with that warm fuzzy pressure again and Zenith couldn't help but grin. Letting go of Kon's jacket, he turned back to Ma and followed her to the laundry.

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The League couldn't know about him. At least not yet. It felt bad to keep this from Clark, especially since he had taken the kid back to the farmhouse, but being interrogated and tested by Batman was the last thing he would have wanted fresh out of Cadmus.

From the inner pocket of his thigh bag, Kon pulled out a sleek red and black comm unit. It fit perfectly in his ear and he tapped the YJU insignia they had designed ages ago.

"Superboy to active members of Young Just Us." He said, watching the corn below him sway with the wind. "I've got a code Juliette, Uniform, Mike. Status Sierra, Golf, Urgent."

Silence for a beat longer than he'd like.

"Red Robin here."

"Wonder Girl ready and waiting."

"Impulse ready. Do you need extraction SB?"

Kon grinned and let a little tension leave him. At one time, their roll call would have taken two or three minutes. Between banter and how many members of the team were active. They should do a reunion thing soon.

"No, no extraction needed, but it's big guys. I don't think there's an immediate threat, but this is..."

"Something you want to keep quiet for now." Tim's voice was just as reassuring as it always was, everything was going to be fine. They'd take care of this old school.

"Yeah. Meet me at my location, we can figure out where to go after you meet him."

"Meet who exactly?" Cassie could be heard getting ready, keys jingling as she hurried to her car.

"Kid, thirteen or fourteen in appearance. I found him out in the fishpond. I'm keeping it together, but I'm kind of freaking out, guys."

"Impul-" Tim started before being cut off with a huff of irritation.

"I'm trying, but I can only jump so high!" Kon turned slightly and looked down. Sure enough, there was Bart decked out in his red and white. "Get down here!"

Obligingly, Kon touched down and at the same moment had his arms full of buzzing comfort. "Thanks man."

“Anytime. Literally.”

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Log 035: 14:00 July 20, 20XX

I’ve been reassigned to a different research project. This one closer to my ‘specialties’ apparently. I’m to be working directly with Genesis and their prized specimen.

Looking at the reports I was given to review, I had a difficult time keeping my composure. These experiments and lab notes are nothing more than documented torture. Subject PH13 is listed as a non-sapient, basically non-sentient Ecto Entity.

Ghosts. A very different type of spirit than most are used to seeing or dealing with but perhaps the most important of them. My family and now I have spent our whole lives protecting the secret of the Realms, ensuring nothing tips the balance.

And here these idiots have not only captured several, but have been torturing the most powerful one I’ve ever encountered!

He’s weak right now. The body barely holding his form. To hold out this long without retreating into his core is remarkable. Even more reason something must be done.

Before the boy fades, or this damned project throws our world and the next into a war no one will come out of as the victor.

-EN

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Aaayyyy Danny’s got himself a new name, Kon has so many concerns, ma and pa are soft, and Dr N is going the fuck through it!

Kon and friends come into the Farmhouse to find Zenith curled up against Pa’s side, wearing the comfy after bath clothes under his stolen lab clothes. Fast asleep.

Tim proceeds to have three major personal crisis’ overlapping. He takes five seconds for that and yeah no hes fine. ‘What do we know?’ Classic Rob.

Also what we didn’t see was that Danny’s little freak out lasted way more than a couple minutes. Kon spent like half an hour trying to soothe him and NOT break down the door.

Danny has 100% latched onto Kon. Core four are 18-20 in varying degrees. Danny would be 17 if he hadn’t been taken into the GIW facilities. Poor kids been under their thumb for 2 1/2 years.

[possiblyficreblog]

Eventually the league will find out and they'll start lecturing. To forestall/stop this I want Danny to bite superman, deeply. Could be that he startles Danny, or is busy lecturing Kon and Danny or even meets Danny at the watchtower or similiarly high tech facility and it brings back memories of the GIW bas/lab.

Anyway bring out a bit of feral Danny that only happpens once the league gets involded. The fact that Danny hasn't been anything less than an angel with Kon the kents and the YJU.

[ailithnight]

DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

.

Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

[omnicrafts]

If It Sucks, Hit Da Bricks!

tw: Human experimentation mention, Torture (past), Derealization/Disassociation (?) Character Death (besides Danny)

Project R-13 Status: Inactive Vitals: Steady Brain Activity: Null The subject displays instinctive reaction to outside stimuli, breathes without mechanical assistance. However, all attempts to awaken or connect psychically with R-13 have shown no results. Physically, R-13 is a fully grown fourteen-year-old male. No detectable defects in neurological development. Theoretically, R-13 would be capable of movement and speech if released from Pod 413, if not for all data showing evidence of being brain-dead. Due to being unable to implant requested and required Trigger Phrases, Project R-13 is to be terminated at 08:00 July 19, 20XX. Following autopsy and analysis, scientists will begin work on R-14.

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No one was coming for him.

It was a fact he had resigned himself to the moment he was taken away in cuffs. His family had fought, of course, and regardless of his status, his parents would stop at nothing to get him back.

It was not a comfort or hope he was able to carry with him past the threshold of Fenton Works front door. The bag over his head did nothing to drown the three gun shots that echoed from guns that carried bullets instead of Ectoplasm.

They were three blocks away when the explosion of the portal being forcibly shut down rocked Amity Park.

So no one would be coming for him.

The first year, he fought back. He kept track of days by scratching them in the wall, like in all the cartoons and tv shows. Attempted to escape, refused to cooperate with tests and experiments, sassed back against questions.

He no longer had the energy. It was always bright, except for the times they sealed him in small dark containers for transport. His many escape attempts had only helped them strengthen their containment measures, he should have waited, but there was nothing he could do now.

His living self had deteriorated to the point it was no longer capable of sustaining itself and his ghost, leaving him to remain in his spectral form to the researchers delight. His Core ached from the strain of holding himself together, unable to spare energy to heal more than wounds that might end him.

If he didn't think of something soon, he'd either shatter or reveal the best kept secret of the Infinite Realms. So Danny closed his eyes during a lull in the latest torture and prayed to whoever could hear him, this worked.

He felt fuzzy at the edges and sank into the feeling, letting it take him away. The almost forgotten sensation of floating soothed him just a little before his Core constricted tightly. Condensing down, down, down. Shedding excess ectoplasm to become smaller and smaller, until he was sure it could fit on the top of a pinhead. Danny wasn’t sure what exactly was happening, he just wanted to stop being so aware of everything.

He didn’t fight it though, letting the sensation of fuzzing take over him. It was like holding his hands up in front of those old clunky tv sets, palms barely touching as the static brushed against the skin like fur. Suddenly,as though he were a puppet with their strings cut, he was floating in a nothingness.

,”,”,”,”,

A bolt of electricity shocked through his body, alarms around him blaring but muffled. There was no pain once the shocks subsided, and Danny felt himself floating in a way that reminded him of the Far Frozen Medical Center.

It made sense his mind would create a world around that first. He needed so much medical care. When Danny opened his eyes, however, it wasn't Frostbite who created him, but people in another lab.

No, a different lab. One missing the blinding white of the GIW facilities. There were no lines of green running along the wall to indicate anti-ghost measures.

This was a Lab he could escape from. For the first time in years, Danny grinned, eyes flashing a bright green as the thick glass around him shattered, and he dropped to his feet.

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Project R-13 Status: Terminated Escaped Vitals: Unknown Brain Activity: Unknown R-13 was terminated at 08:04 July 19, 20XX. Confirmed vitals ceased functioning and what little Brain Activity there was ceased. At 08:08 an electrical malfunction caused sparks to electrify Containment Pod 413 for approximately two minutes. Subject R-13's vital signs spiked and machines registered full Neurological activity. R-13's eyes opened for the first time at 08:11. The subject proceeded to shatter the Super Grade glass of the Containment Pod 413 before engaging scientists in combat. At some point, Subject became aware of nude state and stole Head Researcher Torrance's lab coat, trousers and my own badge when I attempted to intervene. Suspicions that the Robins possess meta abilities confirmed despite donor subjects not carrying the Meta Gene. R-13 removed clothing by simply pulling them off and through Dr Torrance, putting them on while continuing the escape attempt. Then ran through the sealed door of the Observation Room in a manner not unlike a ghost Phase Shifting. Security pursued R-13 through the facility before Subject turned a corner and vanished, despite being a dead end with no rooms or visible ventilation. Subject may have inherited abilities from several of the Genetic Templates used for Project R, which DNA samples were used remains classified to Researchers pending capture and study of him Subject R-13. Tracker located in R-13's tag is malfunctioning, possibly due to use of previously displayed Abilities. Signal becomes lost before appearing miles away from previous location. Points seem sporadic with no specific direction over another, several movement patterns suggest Play Behavior confusion when in one place as the signal loops on itself or circles before moving elsewhere with no warning. Several task forces have been mobilized to locate and contain R-13 before undesired parties can discover Subject. God Speed kid.

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Meanwhile, the GIW are livid that their own test subject fucking “melted”. Scientists blaming the Agents for not properly sustaining the ghost, with the Agents arguing that letting the monster heal too much was too risky.

Danny's Core straight up just shrunk down and Yote itself into the nearest Husk. Which luckily for Danny was the Just Terminated R-13 Project 'Clone' bc he was being transported between facilities and was passing nearby enough. The Shrinking allowed his Soul to pass through the Ecto defenses by being under the threshold that registers enough to activate them.

Literally a last ditch effort because if there HADN'T been a viable vessel for him to settle into... well...

Danny has basic Ghost abilities but no alternate form and minor "Ecto contamination" which would register him as a Liminal. If Danny were to come into contact with a Lazarus pit or die he would unlock Phantom from hibernation. His Spirit form did So much heavy lifting that it deserves a nap okay.

[atiyasnake]

@ailithnight @omnicrafts​  this dug itself into my brain so I couldn’t resist. 

~

Danny flew away as far as he could. He went West. Then South. Then North. Then East. Then North again. He just kept moving, uncaring about the direction even looping back again. He didn’t care as long as it was anywhere but there. But he wasn’t there anymore. 

Instead soon he found himself landing where there were no tall buildings nearby or people. Farmland. Quiet. No walls anywhere near him. Just crops and dirt. He stared at the tall stalks of what seemed to be corn and was reminded of a childhood memory from a family trip a long time ago to a farm. They had a field like this, but smaller. 

Danny let himself stand there for a while just looking.

It was a nice dream. Finally being able to escape. To get away from those dammed white walls and go outside again. It was so easy to slip away from scientists that had actual names on badges and not just letters. No glowing green of ecto-weaponry that would burn. He smiled as he slipped the badge he stole into a pocket and looked up. 

The sky was right there. There were clouds with the sun peeking out from behind. It was the afternoon by its position. Danny could feel the wind, so different from the stagnant air in the room where they cut into him again and again. So different from the sensation of those agents’ breaths mingling right above him as they discussed his organs and the tests they still needed to conduct. Even the lab coat and pants he stole felt nice despite being too big on him.

He was more than happy to focus on the sensations his mind had come up with. 

It wasn’t very long until Danny noticed someone else had arrived. Their arrival had been silent. There were no footsteps or sound of tires on the ground. Instead, it seemed that suddenly there was someone there, standing not far from him. Danny didn’t recognize them. Dreams were typically like that though. 

It was a boy. Black hair. Blue Eyes. It was amusing seeing the similarities he had with him.

But what interested Danny more was the clothes the boy was wearing. Underneath a leather jacket was something skintight and colorful. Blue and red with a giant S on their chest. 

It seemed that Danny’s mind conjured up a hero. 

That was nice. He had always wanted to meet one. To not be alone. Being in Amity Park there was only him and then Red Huntress, but it wasn’t the same seeing as she hunted him down before becoming an ally. He had always imagined what it would be like to meet someone like him. Someone with powers. Someone who he could have fought alongside, and gotten help from. 

But people like that didn’t exist. Every search for one left him empty-handed. As far as Danny knew he was alone. Except now… there was someone there. 

“Hi,” Danny said. He could see them looking at him closely and they almost looked frozen, as if shocked that he was even there. The “Hey” he eventually got in response was a little stilted, though Danny wasn't one to judge. He’d been awkward more times than he could count. 

Danny dug his feet deeper into the dirt. Watching how his pale skin went underneath the brown. It felt better than the metal table. He could be free of it at any point he wished. It was better than being strapped down as they cut deeper and touched what they shouldn't. Better than being treated like he wasn’t alive, the agents uncari-

“What are you doing?” the hero’s voice was curious and warm. A stark difference compared to the clinical terms and demanding voices Danny had gotten used to.

He focused on that warmth and the warmth he felt on his skin. He focused on the dirt going in between his toes. He focused on the wind ruffling through his hair. Danny really liked this instead. He looked at the hero who looked so bright and alive. A wish of what Danny had wanted so long ago. 

“Hiding.”

Danny was hiding in a dream, more than happy to get away from pain and solitude. More than happy to stand there barefoot in the dirt free and no longer alone. 

[atiyasnake]

@ailithnight @omnicrafts​ okay so like it really got in my head and I ended up writing more. XD

~

Kon had memorized his friends’ heartbeat. He hadn’t even realized he'd done that until Clark mentioned it one day. It was something he had done too. 

It was comforting to know the rhythm and be able to pinpoint it out of a sea of noises. It was helpful on missions too. 

So when Kon noticed when he suddenly one heartbeat oddly similar to Tim’s appear. An odd copy that was slightly different. Except Tim was on a mission somewhere else.  It wasn’t a hard decision to follow where the sound led him once it stopped moving. 

It led Kon to farmland and one figure stood out, white amongst the green and brown.

The heartbeat didn’t speed up or show signs of being startled when Kon landed near them. Kon couldn't say the same about his own heartbeat. There in front of him was someone in a white lab coat and pants too big. He could see the pants being cuffed and Kon could see a badge in a pocket. The Cadmus name was clear with his sight. Then he finally looked at the person. 

Kon was hit with a sense of odd familiarity. They looked like Tim and Jason. Some sort of odd combination of the Robins. Kon could imagine the old photos Tim had shown him that he had taken of Jason when they were younger. The red tag on their ear was a deciding factor. 

A clone.

Cadmus had made another clone. 

For a moment Kon couldn’t breathe. He thought they had taken care of Cadmus, and had prevented any chance of something like this happening. But there was a clone standing right in front of him. Someone like him. Someone who managed to escape.

“Hi,” the boy said to him and Kon felt like he had just stepped out of the pod again. Unsteady on his feet and words not coming so easily to him.  His “Hey” was as awkward as the first time he talked to anyone. 

But the clone just looked back down at their feet in the dirt. There was no sign of aggression. Kon could hear their steady heartbeat. He could hear their feet digging into the dirt. It was so different from what Kon had experienced when he had first gotten out. That explosive anger and no short supply of people to fight.

But there was nothing here. Just farmland. Just two clones. 

“What are you doing?” the question slipped out of Kon. He couldn't help but be curious about what was going through their head. If it was anything like what he had going through his head. 

Again the clone was calm, he didn’t seem bothered. It was completely different from the expressions on Tim or Jason’s faces, two people who were almost always expressive. Whether it be anger, exhaustion, or just being an ass. Then here was someone who was a mixture of both, who had a combination of their hair, nose, jaw, and eye color that looked at him with no recognition but no apprehension. 

“Hiding,” they said. 

Kon couldn't help how his eyes drifted to the tag on their ear. Probably tracking where they were. Anxiety made his hands twitch. “Can I take that off? The ear tag I mean?”

Those blue eyes just stared before nodding. When Kon came closer they still stared. No wariness just curiosity. 

Kon made quick work of the ear tag, already knowing how to take off without it hurting, but the boy didn’t flinch. Damn did Kon wish he knew what their name was. The tag simply said R-13. 

He moved away and called for Bart through his comm. He was sure to get the idea of what Kon was trying to do and tell the others what was going on. Kon didn’t think he’d be able to get away and explain to anyone else. Bart showed up in no time and with Kon barely getting a few words out nodded like he understood. It was clear that he was curious about the clone but Bart didn’t hesitate to grab the tag and run off. 

It made Kon grateful to know him. 

When he turned back Kon saw the boy crouching on the ground. Their hands were in the dirt this time. Kon could hear how they stretched and flexed their hands open before slowly closing it. Holding fistfuls of dirt before slowly loosening their grip and letting the dirt slip through their fingers. 

There was a certain look in their eye. Something dissociative, they were so intently focused on the dirt on their hands. Kon didn’t like it. Someone was already giving directions into his ear through the comm about taking the clone to a secure location maybe even the Watchtower. 

That could work, but Kon thought of those cold walls and floors. He thought about that taste of freedom; how the clone in front of him seemed so intent on being outside after escaping. 

“Do you want to come with me?” Kon asked and they looked up at him, hands still buried in the dirt. Parts of the white fabric of the pants and lab coat were already stained brown “I can help you hide” Kon added because he would. Something deep inside of him was screaming for him to help the boy in front of him. To not let them slip away. To keep them away from people with labcoats and pods and machinery. To be the person he had wished someone had been for him since the very beginning. 

The clone stood up, uncaring about dirt, not even bothering to wipe their hands. “Okay.”

The relief that filled Kon for some reason made him want to cry. 

***

Danny had seen what he assumed was another hero stop by, the two shared some words before the other left. It was someone who ran fast in a blur of red and yellow. It was interesting but Danny found he was more interested in the dirt again. It was ridiculous how much he liked it. 

Then the hero offered for him to go somewhere. To help him hide. Danny saw no reason he should have refused and he was glad he didn’t because he felt almost giddy in the hero’s arms. They were flying. He could feel gravity pulling on them and warm arms secure around him, as if scared he’d fall and get hurt. But Danny couldn't care; he never got to be carried by anyone living like this.

It had always been him carrying someone or flying. Or being thrown through the air roughly. Never carried by someone with a beating heart. 

When the hero landed in was in front of a house still surrounded by farmland. It was an old one with wood paneling. A wooden porch with a screen door. It reminded him of houses from old movies. The stereotypical type that usually belonged to an older couple or family. 

Danny was only proved right when the front door opened and two people emerged. A man and woman that showed their age with grey hair . 

“Kon!” the woman said with a smile and her voice was gentle, loving. She was looking at the hero and so did the man. 

Danny watched the hero or ‘Kon’ greet them as ‘Ma’ and ‘Pa’. There was no hesitance in their affection even with a stranger in their midst, but maybe that was because Danny didn’t want that. 

“Ma, Pa this is…someone like me,” Kon said and Danny thought that was an amusing way to introduce him. There had never been anyone like him. Or there was Vlad and Dani except Vlad had rarely been kind and Dani was no-

“Well, it's very nice to meet you. Would you like to come inside? I just made some pie.” the woman called Ma said and Danny found three pairs of eyes looking at him. Yet it didn’t feel like those inspecting him, wanting to know how he ticked. Wanting to see what was inside. 

“Yes please, Ma’am,” Danny said and he got a dismissive wave from the woman and a chuckle from the man. 

“Oh honey, just call me Martha and this here is my husband Jonathan.”

“I bet you’ll be insisting he calls you Ma before he can get a second silence of pie,” Jonathan said. Only laughing when Martha playfully hit his arm and they walked inside. The door was left open. 

Danny watched them go; it was quiet. He could hear their muffled voices coming from inside sounding light. He looked back at Kon. 

Kon was already looking at him. They stared at each other. 

Kon gestured his head to the door. 

Danny went ahead and walked inside. The wood floor creaked underneath his feet; he liked the sound. 

Kon stepped inside behind him before heading off towards the table where four plate settings were being placed. Jonathan easily set plates and cups and utensils. There were signs of them being well-used and well-loved. Then Martha came in with a fresh pie, steam coming off of it. She stepped gracefully around her husband to set it on the table. Then there was Kon taking a seat Martha ushered him in before turning to get a glass pitcher and handing it over to Jonathan who filled each cup. 

It was a well-oiled routine. No spills or glasses crashing to the floor. Danny couldn’t see any ectoplasm staining the plate or pie coming to life. 

“Well take a seat son,” Jonathan said and it sounded nothing like an order but a gentle offer.

Danny took a seat and watched as slices were cut and placed on each plate. Once a slice was placed in front of him the smell hit him. 

Apple. Cinnamon. His eyes closed and he couldn’t place when he last had apple pie. 

He didn’t think he ever did. 

“Sweetheart, do you want to wash your hands?”

Danny opened his eyes; the others were eating but Martha was looking at him. She glanced at his hands. 

They still had dirt. His fingerprints and the lines in his palms stood out amongst the brown; Danny could feel the dirt underneath his nails. 

“No thank you,” he said because he liked the dirt. Danny liked how his hands were no longer clean. No longer being wiped away just so that the agents could have a clear view. Just so the needles were easier to enter. 

“Alright, but if you want to wash up later there is a sink in the kitchen and I’m sure Kon could show you the bathroom later on,” Martha said before she finally took a bite of her own pie. She didn’t seem at all annoyed by his refusal. 

As Danny ate, letting the flavor of sweet hot apple filling and warm buttery crust fill his mouth, no one said anything about the dirt that fell from his hands or stained the glass he drank from. 

[omnicrafts]

You're killing me smalls, killing me. it's too soft I'm crying. How dare you see into my head like this. /J

He's so good just this is all he wants rn is just softness and care and to feel anything except what he's used too after so long. hnnn baby, baby boy

[ashoutinthedarkness]

Oh thats good. Beautiful soft angst and deep feels you got there <3

[atiyasnake]

@ailithnight @omnicrafts​ I blame the two of you for this. YOU’RE THE ONES WHO’VE MADE my brain latch onto this and now I’m all soft and sad and just hkjfhfjkshjk and I can’t let go. I just want to keep writing more hjkfshfjka (I say this with love)

~

When they had gotten news there was a new clone the league admittedly were worried. They didn’t have the best history with clones. People had never had any good intentions when it came to creating copies of heroes, even moreso Cadmus who they already had a painful history with. One they thought was over. 

But when Bart came by, a tag with the number R-13 and news that Kon found someone, they knew they were wrong. 

Hal was on the one Bart had come to, the others on various missions or busy in their own cities. He didn’t hesitate to contact Kon and tell him to take the clone to a secure location. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind that Clark and Bruce would want to do a threat assessment. Also Cadmus was most likely looking for their newly escaped clone. 

Yet while Kon technically listened, the Kent farm wasn’t exactlt what Hal had in mind when he said secure location. 

“Wait, he’s where?” Clark asked when he finally arrived and Hal tried to ignore Bruce’c cowl covered stare practically burning into his skull. 

“At your parents’ farm,” Hal repeated again and he had a feeling that the reason wasn’t because Supes couldn’t hear him. 

“For how long?” Bruce asked. Hal could see that he subtelty placed a hand on Clark’s back reassuringly. Though Hal himself didn’t feel so reassured. He wished he had taken another shift to be on duty. 

“A few hours.” A few hours the clone had been on the farm and Hal only found out atfer he finally managed to track Kon down after he had shut off the comm and went radio silent. Unfortunately it wasn’t a rare occurrence and Hal felt he had a certain Robin to blame for that habit among the younger heroes. 

Though Red Robin would deny it with a smile. 

Clark tilted his head, listening for his parents’ heartbeats along for Kon’s. All three were fine and on the Kent farm, but he noticed the fourth one close by. “I’m going,” he said and when Bruce moved his hand to his shoulder, he knew he would be coming along for the ride. 

Then they were off. 

***

Kon could hear the moment Clark arrived with Bruce. He rushed out there leaving Ma inside before Clark could even finish landing. 

“I know what you’re gonna say about protocol and rules but I just couldn’t take them somewhere else,” Kon rushed out to say trying not to worry too much about the looks on the two adults’ faces. “It had to be here. Ma and Pa don’t mind either and we had pie! Pie; it was apple. It went fine. Things are okay, promise!”

Kon didn’t want them to be mad. He wanted to make it clear that it was okay. This clone wasn’t at all aggressive, no sign of it at all. Kon would have never put Pa or Ma in danger like that. Clark had to know that. He did. He had to know that he would ne-

Clark’s hands cupped Kon’s face. “Kon, are you okay?”

Kon was about to say he was but the words wouldn’t come out and he finally noticed that he was breathing fast. His eyes felt a bit wet and even Clark’s face was a bit blurry. “I-”

Clark didn’t at all look mad. Just concerned. 

“I don’t know,” he said because Kon didn’t know. He had been feel off kilter ever since he landed and first saw the clone standing barefoot in the dirt. He’d been ignoring how fast his heart was going, how there was a twisting sensation in his gut in favor of focusing on the steady heartbeat that sounded too much like his friend’s. “He’s like me but different and he said he was hiding so I just-I couldn’t- it wa-”

He was pulled into a hug and Kon could hear just how fast Clark’s heart was going too. A man that supposedly was invincible was just as scared as he was. 

“It’s going to be okay Kon. We’re okay.” Clark said and Kon didn’t hear any sign that it was a lie.

***

Bruce remained silent as they finally went inside the house. Clark handing off Kon to Martha who just smiled warmly and comforted Kon. Not fazed at all by them still in their costumes. She was always someone who kept calm. It reminded him of Alfred. 

Bruce already had Hal getting ready to get into contact with Tim, Jason, Dick, and Damian. The tag had said R-13 and from the what Bart had reported, itseemed it be a clone of one od his sons. Though he wasn’t sure which one. 

Only Martha had been inside but through the back screen door he could see Jonathan Kent in a chair of the back porch looking at a newspaper. Bruce stood beside Clark who had paused from opening the door. 

“Down. Four letter word. Celestial bear. Theres a major and minor. Group of stars,” Jonathan said without looking at them. A cross word puzzle.  

“Ursa,” a young voice said and Bruce could imagine it had been said with a smile. There was no hesitance in their answer. An undertone of confidence that reminded him of Tim giving him the answers to a cold case that had Bruce stumped though he didn’t admit it. 

The floor creaked under Clark’s feet and Jonathan finally looked at them. He smiled before setting down the newspaper and getting out of his seat. 

Clark didn’t move as Jonathan came inside and pulled him into a hug. Despite his large stature, Clark looked small in his father’s arms. He always did even with Martha. Bruce could hear a muffled “Hey Pa”, from Clark.

“They don’t look like you, son,” Jonathan said without an preamble or letting go of Clark. “But they remind me of you. Like when you went out to go play and came back all dirty and so on. He’s wearing some white clothes like a scientist but doesnt look uncomfortable.” Jonathan pulled away but let his hands linger on Clark’s shoulders. “A polite young man if I do say so myself.”

“You’re okay?” Clark asked, his voice full of concern. 

Jonathan sighed with a wiry smile. “I’m just fine, you know we can take care of ourselves. Raised you after all.”

Finally Clark smiled and Pa stepped to the side. Giving Clark one more pat and a nod to Brue. 

When they stepped out onto the back porch the clone wasn’t in any of the woodeen chairs. Instead he were on the steps of the porch sitting. The bright white stood out against the wooden steps along with the splotches of brown on the fabric. The clone hadn’t reacted to their presence. He sat with his head leaning against the wooden post, eyes closed face exposed to the air and light from the sun that had just begun to set.  

He looked like he was asleep. Completely at ease. There was even dirt still coating his hands and feet.

But what drew Bruce in was how he looked like a cultimation of his children. An odd mixture. He was reminded of Jason when he was younger, not influenced by the pits and of Tim. He seemed lanky like Tim did out of his uniform and had pale skin. His hair was messy reminiscent of Jason. He could see Jason’s nose. 

“He looks like them,” Clark said softly.

 Bruce nodded and wondered what color eyes they would have. 

***

Danny sat with Pa on the back porch after they finished eating, and he had been right. Ma insisted on being called Ma. Pa looked rightfully amused with himself. 

The man settled into his seat like it was an old friend and grabbed a paper while Danny took a seat on the steps. Danny could see the blades of grass touching the last step. The wood was warm beneath him from the sunlight hitting it and he let himself lean into the wooden post that was warm too. 

Soon Pa’s voice joined the wind. He was reading cross word puzzles out loud. It was pleasant just to hear that voice work through the options and Danny couldn’t help how a guess slipped out at one of them. Pa had thanked him and afterward would pause after reading each one just to let Danny answer one if he knew it. 

He of course knew all the space related ones. 

They stayed there for a while. Danny listened to Pa’s voice, the wind, and how the paper would crinkle in Pa’s grip whenever he readjusted his hold. He heard the wood creak under another pair of feet and how Pa got up. Though Danny stayed where he was even when two new arrivals stepped out onto the porch. 

He let what little of their voices he heard mix and mingle into all the other sounds. A gentle symphony. 

A voice came closer, maybe even trying to speak to him but Danny didn’t pay attention. He only let out a hum to join the sound of the bugs that had started to make their presence known among the fields. The voice retreated and Danny stayed there enjoying the last bit of warmth as the sun continue to go down. 

It was much later after he couldn’t see light that a voice came to him again. This time much clearer before. When he opened his eyes Ma standing near him. She had her hands stretched out, holding out a blanket close enough to touch. 

It looked homemade; some parts faded and a few crooked stitches. 

His hands still had dirt. Danny didn’t want dirt touch the stitches. That would have been rude.

“Can I wash them?” he asked and held out his hands. 

Ma just smiled. “Of course sweetheart, let me show you the bathroom. Kon is talking to the others.”

Danny followed her, stepping into the spots where her feet had just stepped. Her gait was smaller than Pa’s, but the wood didn’t creak as much where she stepped. 

The bathroom was small, but Ma didn’t make him feel trapped when she stood inside of it showing him the soap and just the right way to turn to the knob so it didn’t splash him. After he had washed his hands he looked down at his feet. They still had dirt on them too. 

“Do you want to get that cleaned up too?” she asked. 

He nodded and then watched as Ma set up the tub. Her hands twisted the knobs and water came out. She checked to see if it was warm before letting him use it, then went off to get him a towel. 

Danny sat on the edge of the tub and watched as the water hit his feet and the water turned brown before going down the drain. The temperature was perfect. 

When Ma came back she had a towel, a pair of sturdy looking boots, and thick blue socks. 

“Thought you’d might want some shoes. It can get cold and I know I hate cold feet. Knitted these socks myself so I promise they’ll keep you warm.” She said as she handed over the towel. 

“Thank you,” he said and she smiled before walking away. 

When his feet were dry and the socks slipped on. He wiggled his toes. They were warm.

There was a sound of a slight thud of the boot against the floor when he walked out of the bathroom. He could feel the grooves of the blanket against his skin as he held it to his chest. Danny made sure to fold up the white sleeves so the brown part didn’t touch it. 

He ran into Pa first who when he saw the boots crouched down with a smile. Uncaring about any strain he put on his joints. “Gotta tie these up. Don’t want you tripping,” he said before grabbing the loose laces of the boots that Danny had left untied. 

Danny hadn’t realized he’d forgotten such a simple thing. 

There was a pat to the boot before Pa got back up and the two of them went back outside. 

He wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed when Kon suddenly  showed up in front of him. The sky was dark and Kon looked tired. 

“We’re gonna leave,” Kon said and Danny looked to see that there was some sort of jet waiting for them. A man in black and man in blue and red stood on the top of the ramp. 

More heroes. 

“Okay,” he said and Kon looked relieved before looking back at the two other heroes while Danny got up. 

He eyed the jet, it looked like something that should have been in Tucker’s dream. But he saw the metal and was grateful for what Ma gave him. Those floors would be cold.  

Ma and Pa stood behind him, standing close to each other. A couple that reminded him of something he only got to see on television. So open and warm. He looked at them and wondered just how his mind could have come up with them. He didn’t think it should have been able to. 

Then Ma smiled and pulled him into a hug. He let her.

Hands cupped his head; fingers were running through his hair. He could hear Ma’s heart beat. It was a reassuring sound. There was another hand that joined her’s and another that was on his shoulder. Danny could feel the callouses on the fingers that brushed against his neck. They were hands that belonged to a hardworking man. 

“You’re welcome here any time sweetheart, you hear,” Ma said and she sounded so sincere that Danny couldn’t help but respond with “Yes Ma’am.” He liked the sound of Jonathan’s laughter that followed. 

When Danny finally sat down in one of the seats inside the jet and watched as the ramp closed, blocking the view of that old house, he thought he’d have liked to stay a bit longer with Ma and Pa. But even dreams didn’t always go the way you wanted.

[ailithnight]

Now that I have time to spare:

Ooh! I wonder where they're going? Gotham maybe? Though I can't imagine Bruce taking a virtual unknown to the manor/cave. He'd be too paranoid that this is all some kind of trick or trap. Danny has been oddly complacent. B is probably running all sorts of risk assessments in his head. Hard as it may be when the clone looks like an amalgamation of his kids, he has to consider the possibility that this clone is brainwashed into being some kind of spy or sleeper agent for CADMUS.

So maybe a safehouse in/around Gotham? That would make sense for Bruce wanting to keep the clone close both to keep an eye on and also hopefully help. Obviously if the clone isn't a threat, Bruce is taking him in. Although, with the way things are looking, he might have to fight Kon for that privilege. Kon has an undeniable bond to the new clone, both being CADMUS clones. But maybe Kon would think of Danny more like a brother? And leave the parenting to someone else? That makes sense I think.

OH! I just had a thought. I wonderful beautiful sadistic thought.

At some point or another, this "dream" takes a turn towards "nightmare". Maybe not anytime soon. In fact, at Atiya's pace, it feels like it would be several thousand words out at least. But it could/would eventually happen. Maybe Danny gets hurt. Maybe Skulker or someone finds him, recognizes Phantom's core even in the new body, and starts a fight. Or maybe he even gets caught again. By CADMUS (with power suppressors) or the GIW.

However it happens, "dream" turns "nightmare", and Danny is... conflicted? On the one hand, it seriously sucks that even in his dreams, Danny can't escape the pain. On the other, its still so much better than whatever the GIW is probably doing to his "real" body right now.

Because this is just a dream. It's just a dream. It can't actually hurt. This pain isn't real. All he has to do is wait it out. There's no need to fight it. Sooner or later this nightmare run its course and the dream will shift to the next fantasy. Danny wonders what it'll be. Another escape fantasy? Oh! There are heros here! Maybe the dream is just setting him up to be rescued! That sounds nice. All he has to do is let it happen. It'll be okay. It's not even real.

If this is after everyone else realizes that Danny is convinced this is a dream, we can watch them go into full panic mode knowing that Danny's condition is so delicate and he's unlikely to even try for self preservation.

If it's before though, if this is how they learn that Danny wholeheartedly believes this is all some fantasy to escape the torture he was previously enduring, boy are they gonna be blindsided by all the revelations there.

[zealouswitchwerewolf]

For some cracky but still angsty approach, imagine if Danny left the body whenever his 'dream' turned into a 'nightmare'. If so you would have a very traumatizing cycle for everyone but Danny who still thinks he's dreaming where he takes over one of the mindless Cadmus clones (let's pretend they kept trying with the Robin line after Danny escaped so he has a few to choose from, not that he's doing so consciously), explores a different part of Earth, usually by semi-dissociating, is found by a different super (maybe first Kon, then Bart, then Jon, then Tim, then Dick, then Clark? And so on), talks to them in a way where they're not sure if he's the same person as the one they were trying to rescue or a whole different clone with similar experiences, lets them do whatever as long as they're nice and bounces whenever things get hard.

Danny is having a great time meeting all the new heroes and interacting with their civilian personas and families, thinking Nocturn is having a lot of fun creating different people for him to interact with, while everyone around him is having a mental breakdown over the pack of clones that might or might not be the same person and keep talking to them like nothing's real.

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #387

Whenever Danny’s body dies he dissolves and rises from the nearest source of ectoplasm fully formed in a phoenix like fashion. How could this ability cause him to have interesting encounters with heroes?

[atiyasnake]

Danny had popped up in odd places over time.

Apparently, he was like a Phoenix jack in the box, but the box moved and instead of ashes or flames of his old body, it was an ominous pool of glowing green ectoplasm. Tucker said he was like a 'Goo Phoenix' while Sam said it helped with the dead infinite realms look (lot of green and swirly-ness was very common). Either way, it became routine that when his body took too much damage that he should prepare to pop out of some ectoplasm like the Ring horror movie.

Many of those occasions weren't particularly eventful. Maybe he has scared a few wildlife and one time an unfortunate stargazer, who he proceeded to calm down and then discussed constellations and planets while taking turns using their telescope for the next 2 hours. But never had he emerged into this situation that seemed to have several weird things going on. Specifically ninjas, masked people of different colors, and the most rank ass smell known to man that unfortunately, belonged to the green ectoplasm that Danny was practically swimming in.

Along with the horrible smell, there was a sense of wrongness that made Danny twitch to get out and away from the pool. His core told him that he needed to get out of the green, green that the longer he stayed in it the more he knew about what occurred in it. Memories of events he had not been present for were suddenly in his mind. He somehow now knew what it felt like to have a body dumped into his waters.  He knew what it felt like to bring someone back to life, but leave corruption in them. He knew what it felt like to witness years of violence along his edge and being unable to do anything. He knew so many horrible things and one thing he knew was the voice and face of the person that led to so much corruption and death to have entered his waters.

Danny looked up and saw that man, the one with a sword that shone in the light that contrasted with a man in all black. A Bat with white eyes that seemed to know exactly where members of his clan were (how Danny knew the masked figures were a clan or deeply interconnected he did not know, but the pit did).

And the pit was angry.

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The others were still fighting and had barely noticed the creature’s presence until it moved. White eyes of masks looked at it as it moved and pushed through the lazarus waters. They watched as this figure of back and white dripped of green and slowly made its way towards Ra’s al Ghul and Batman. 

 Ra’s al Ghul stopped and so did Batman as they stared at this creature that came out of the Lazarus pits with eyes glowing green and baring fangs that could no doubt rip their throats out. Then Rha’s al Ghul smiled making the others on edge. But before Ra’s al Ghul could even speak or even of them make any sort of move, the Lazarus pit creature lunged at the Demon’s Head. In a movement none of them could follow the creature had pinned the man down to the ground, claws pricking at the shoulder fabric and digging into the stone of the ground beneath them. 

The Demon’s Head tried to speak but was silenced by a tightening grip on his shoulders. The move he had made for his sword was stopped by a flaring of green eyes and a horrifying sound coming from the Lazarus pit creature’s mouth. No one dared to move. All they could do was stand still and hope that its attention would not be diverted to them. They could only watch as the leader of the League of Assassins was at the mercy of something that came from the pits and made sounds that would slowly creep into their dreams until it became a nightmare. Green still dripping off of its figure. 

The moment the mouth of the creature jerked towards Ra’s al Ghul’s neck, they were sure to have heard the sound of teeth ripping into flesh. None of them would be quick enough to stop it. But instead, everything became quiet and they watched as Ra’s al Ghul’s eyes widened and he turned pale.

The creature said something to him.

Then they all flinched back as the creature's head turned to them, eyes still green, seemingly staring into their soul. They waited for another to be pinned down, subject to whatever horrors it would whisper into their ear.

Except the creature disappeared in a blink of an eye. 

The pit showed no sign that whatever had come out of it had returned back inside.

[space-dreams-world]

I imagine like a horror story scenario where no matter what Danny is dragging Ra's to the pits saying if you want to live forever... before drowning him in the pits (to have revenge for all the murder he committed before going back in the pit and dissapearing with it ) and he never rises from it again. Like in princess and and the frog.

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #387

Whenever Danny’s body dies he dissolves and rises from the nearest source of ectoplasm fully formed in a phoenix like fashion. How could this ability cause him to have interesting encounters with heroes?

[atiyasnake]

Danny had popped up in odd places over time.

Apparently, he was like a Phoenix jack in the box, but the box moved and instead of ashes or flames of his old body, it was an ominous pool of glowing green ectoplasm. Tucker said he was like a 'Goo Phoenix' while Sam said it helped with the dead infinite realms look (lot of green and swirly-ness was very common). Either way, it became routine that when his body took too much damage that he should prepare to pop out of some ectoplasm like the Ring horror movie.

Many of those occasions weren't particularly eventful. Maybe he has scared a few wildlife and one time an unfortunate stargazer, who he proceeded to calm down and then discussed constellations and planets while taking turns using their telescope for the next 2 hours. But never had he emerged into this situation that seemed to have several weird things going on. Specifically ninjas, masked people of different colors, and the most rank ass smell known to man that unfortunately, belonged to the green ectoplasm that Danny was practically swimming in.

Along with the horrible smell, there was a sense of wrongness that made Danny twitch to get out and away from the pool. His core told him that he needed to get out of the green, green that the longer he stayed in it the more he knew about what occurred in it. Memories of events he had not been present for were suddenly in his mind. He somehow now knew what it felt like to have a body dumped into his waters.  He knew what it felt like to bring someone back to life, but leave corruption in them. He knew what it felt like to witness years of violence along his edge and being unable to do anything. He knew so many horrible things and one thing he knew was the voice and face of the person that led to so much corruption and death to have entered his waters.

Danny looked up and saw that man, the one with a sword that shone in the light that contrasted with a man in all black. A Bat with white eyes that seemed to know exactly where members of his clan were (how Danny knew the masked figures were a clan or deeply interconnected he did not know, but the pit did).

And the pit was angry.

_____

The others were still fighting and had barely noticed the creature’s presence until it moved. White eyes of masks looked at it as it moved and pushed through the lazarus waters. They watched as this figure of back and white dripped of green and slowly made its way towards Ra’s al Ghul and Batman. 

 Ra’s al Ghul stopped and so did Batman as they stared at this creature that came out of the Lazarus pits with eyes glowing green and baring fangs that could no doubt rip their throats out. Then Rha’s al Ghul smiled making the others on edge. But before Ra’s al Ghul could even speak or even of them make any sort of move, the Lazarus pit creature lunged at the Demon’s Head. In a movement none of them could follow the creature had pinned the man down to the ground, claws pricking at the shoulder fabric and digging into the stone of the ground beneath them. 

The Demon’s Head tried to speak but was silenced by a tightening grip on his shoulders. The move he had made for his sword was stopped by a flaring of green eyes and a horrifying sound coming from the Lazarus pit creature’s mouth. No one dared to move. All they could do was stand still and hope that its attention would not be diverted to them. They could only watch as the leader of the League of Assassins was at the mercy of something that came from the pits and made sounds that would slowly creep into their dreams until it became a nightmare. Green still dripping off of its figure. 

The moment the mouth of the creature jerked towards Ra’s al Ghul’s neck, they were sure to have heard the sound of teeth ripping into flesh. None of them would be quick enough to stop it. But instead, everything became quiet and they watched as Ra’s al Ghul’s eyes widened and he turned pale.

The creature said something to him.

Then they all flinched back as the creature's head turned to them, eyes still green, seemingly staring into their soul. They waited for another to be pinned down, subject to whatever horrors it would whisper into their ear.

Except the creature disappeared in a blink of an eye. 

The pit showed no sign that whatever had come out of it had returned back inside.

[space-dreams-world]

I imagine like a horror story scenario where no matter what Danny is dragging Ra's to the pits saying if you want to live forever... before drowning him in the pits (to have revenge for all the murder he committed before going back in the pit and dissapearing with it ) and he never rises from it again. Like in princess and and the frog.

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #387

Whenever Danny’s body dies he dissolves and rises from the nearest source of ectoplasm fully formed in a phoenix like fashion. How could this ability cause him to have interesting encounters with heroes?

[airis-hunter]

Yeah but what if most of the time the nearest source of ectoplasm is his own blood

[stealing-your-wife]

INSTANT RESPAWN And maybe a second copy of Danny crawling its way out of/from underneath his freshly deceased corpse would make the one who killed him think twice about sticking around. That's like rolling a Nat-20 for Intimidation. Genuine nightmare fuel.

[plotwholls]

[regonold]

Know what fuck it i can't write for shit but this inspired me

Danny's with the justice league and gets struck down by a Wepon meant for superman

And due to it he gets flung back into his human form of 14 years old and everyone has a moment of oh fuck that kid our friend is dead really dead even the villain because fuck i killed a kid

Then all of a sudden the hear a sickening rip and a whole ass black arm reaches out of Danny's now split chest cavity

And it is just the most terrifying looking thing any of them have seen like cus Danny's been trying hard to show the whole I'm just a ghost not a monster aspect of his powers but that changes when he has to crawl out of his own body

So all the justice league and villain are stareing in abject horror as this thing crawls put of a child's body arms way too long face hurts to stare at to long teeth needle like body somehow showing nothing and everything at the same time it's hair a stark white

And then after all that it starts to change it's body morphing to more normal standards it's teeth changing to fangs instead of needles it's body shifts to a superhero suit and every one is confused because that's danny but he died just there and what that's not danny what was that!?!?!?

[silverheartlugia2000]

What if, normally there's a bit of a delay between the death and rebirth? Cause not only is there the pain/injury from death, but his core traveling to find a spawn point, reforming, and 'birth' but using his own body cuts down the time somewhat and even though he's unconscious he instinctively rushed it because he didn't want anyone going too far out of grief for his sake plus waking up in a morgue is never fun.

The whole process is exhausting to begin with which is normally why he lets it take it's time, added on to the rush job and cracking open his own corpse like a chick in an egg? That's a lot of work! So forgive him if his brain would rather go to baby ghost mode and take a nap until he properly reboots!

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #387

Whenever Danny’s body dies he dissolves and rises from the nearest source of ectoplasm fully formed in a phoenix like fashion. How could this ability cause him to have interesting encounters with heroes?

[britcision]

Bugger the heroes, I’m here for Ra’s Al Ghul losing his goddamn mind cuz this one motherfucker keeps rising out of his lazarus pits and wrecking shop

[thatrandomsarahchick]

The LoA Lazarus Pit is now Danny's respawn point.

[op-sys-chaos]

The assassins keep killing him and he keeps coming back. After roughly 60 tries he finally manages to bring the whole LoA down

[ailithnight]

DP x DC Prompt/Plotbunny #6

After days? weeks? months? years? in this mercy-forsaken lab, Danny finds himself slipping; his core straining under the weight of what he's been subjected to. In a last ditch effort to save his fracturing soul, his brain simply stops processing the pain and allows his mind to escape into a waking dream.

Danny knows it's a dream. If he thinks about it; he can still hear, see, feel the scientists at work. He doesn't think about it; instead embraces whatever false world his mind decides to concoct for him.

.

Several states away, a young boy opens his eyes to the inside of a strange pod in an abandoned lab. Though he cannot see it yet, a strange metal tag dangles from his ear, stamped on one side with the word 'CADMUS' and on the other with 'R-13'.

[omnicrafts]

If It Sucks, Hit Da Bricks!

tw: Human experimentation mention, Torture (past), Derealization/Disassociation (?) Character Death (besides Danny)

Project R-13 Status: Inactive Vitals: Steady Brain Activity: Null The subject displays instinctive reaction to outside stimuli, breathes without mechanical assistance. However, all attempts to awaken or connect psychically with R-13 have shown no results. Physically, R-13 is a fully grown fourteen-year-old male. No detectable defects in neurological development. Theoretically, R-13 would be capable of movement and speech if released from Pod 413, if not for all data showing evidence of being brain-dead. Due to being unable to implant requested and required Trigger Phrases, Project R-13 is to be terminated at 08:00 July 19, 20XX. Following autopsy and analysis, scientists will begin work on R-14.

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No one was coming for him.

It was a fact he had resigned himself to the moment he was taken away in cuffs. His family had fought, of course, and regardless of his status, his parents would stop at nothing to get him back.

It was not a comfort or hope he was able to carry with him past the threshold of Fenton Works front door. The bag over his head did nothing to drown the three gun shots that echoed from guns that carried bullets instead of Ectoplasm.

They were three blocks away when the explosion of the portal being forcibly shut down rocked Amity Park.

So no one would be coming for him.

The first year, he fought back. He kept track of days by scratching them in the wall, like in all the cartoons and tv shows. Attempted to escape, refused to cooperate with tests and experiments, sassed back against questions.

He no longer had the energy. It was always bright, except for the times they sealed him in small dark containers for transport. His many escape attempts had only helped them strengthen their containment measures, he should have waited, but there was nothing he could do now.

His living self had deteriorated to the point it was no longer capable of sustaining itself and his ghost, leaving him to remain in his spectral form to the researchers delight. His Core ached from the strain of holding himself together, unable to spare energy to heal more than wounds that might end him.

If he didn't think of something soon, he'd either shatter or reveal the best kept secret of the Infinite Realms. So Danny closed his eyes during a lull in the latest torture and prayed to whoever could hear him, this worked.

He felt fuzzy at the edges and sank into the feeling, letting it take him away. The almost forgotten sensation of floating soothed him just a little before his Core constricted tightly. Condensing down, down, down. Shedding excess ectoplasm to become smaller and smaller, until he was sure it could fit on the top of a pinhead. Danny wasn’t sure what exactly was happening, he just wanted to stop being so aware of everything.

He didn’t fight it though, letting the sensation of fuzzing take over him. It was like holding his hands up in front of those old clunky tv sets, palms barely touching as the static brushed against the skin like fur. Suddenly,as though he were a puppet with their strings cut, he was floating in a nothingness.

,”,”,”,”,

A bolt of electricity shocked through his body, alarms around him blaring but muffled. There was no pain once the shocks subsided, and Danny felt himself floating in a way that reminded him of the Far Frozen Medical Center.

It made sense his mind would create a world around that first. He needed so much medical care. When Danny opened his eyes, however, it wasn't Frostbite who created him, but people in another lab.

No, a different lab. One missing the blinding white of the GIW facilities. There were no lines of green running along the wall to indicate anti-ghost measures.

This was a Lab he could escape from. For the first time in years, Danny grinned, eyes flashing a bright green as the thick glass around him shattered, and he dropped to his feet.

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Project R-13 Status: Terminated Escaped Vitals: Unknown Brain Activity: Unknown R-13 was terminated at 08:04 July 19, 20XX. Confirmed vitals ceased functioning and what little Brain Activity there was ceased. At 08:08 an electrical malfunction caused sparks to electrify Containment Pod 413 for approximately two minutes. Subject R-13's vital signs spiked and machines registered full Neurological activity. R-13's eyes opened for the first time at 08:11. The subject proceeded to shatter the Super Grade glass of the Containment Pod 413 before engaging scientists in combat. At some point, Subject became aware of nude state and stole Head Researcher Torrance's lab coat, trousers and my own badge when I attempted to intervene. Suspicions that the Robins possess meta abilities confirmed despite donor subjects not carrying the Meta Gene. R-13 removed clothing by simply pulling them off and through Dr Torrance, putting them on while continuing the escape attempt. Then ran through the sealed door of the Observation Room in a manner not unlike a ghost Phase Shifting. Security pursued R-13 through the facility before Subject turned a corner and vanished, despite being a dead end with no rooms or visible ventilation. Subject may have inherited abilities from several of the Genetic Templates used for Project R, which DNA samples were used remains classified to Researchers pending capture and study of him Subject R-13. Tracker located in R-13's tag is malfunctioning, possibly due to use of previously displayed Abilities. Signal becomes lost before appearing miles away from previous location. Points seem sporadic with no specific direction over another, several movement patterns suggest Play Behavior confusion when in one place as the signal loops on itself or circles before moving elsewhere with no warning. Several task forces have been mobilized to locate and contain R-13 before undesired parties can discover Subject. God Speed kid.

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Meanwhile, the GIW are livid that their own test subject fucking “melted”. Scientists blaming the Agents for not properly sustaining the ghost, with the Agents arguing that letting the monster heal too much was too risky.

Danny's Core straight up just shrunk down and Yote itself into the nearest Husk. Which luckily for Danny was the Just Terminated R-13 Project 'Clone' bc he was being transported between facilities and was passing nearby enough. The Shrinking allowed his Soul to pass through the Ecto defenses by being under the threshold that registers enough to activate them.

Literally a last ditch effort because if there HADN'T been a viable vessel for him to settle into... well...

Danny has basic Ghost abilities but no alternate form and minor "Ecto contamination" which would register him as a Liminal. If Danny were to come into contact with a Lazarus pit or die he would unlock Phantom from hibernation. His Spirit form did So much heavy lifting that it deserves a nap okay.

[atiyasnake]

@ailithnight @omnicrafts​  this dug itself into my brain so I couldn’t resist. 

~

Danny flew away as far as he could. He went West. Then South. Then North. Then East. Then North again. He just kept moving, uncaring about the direction even looping back again. He didn’t care as long as it was anywhere but there. But he wasn’t there anymore. 

Instead soon he found himself landing where there were no tall buildings nearby or people. Farmland. Quiet. No walls anywhere near him. Just crops and dirt. He stared at the tall stalks of what seemed to be corn and was reminded of a childhood memory from a family trip a long time ago to a farm. They had a field like this, but smaller. 

Danny let himself stand there for a while just looking.

It was a nice dream. Finally being able to escape. To get away from those dammed white walls and go outside again. It was so easy to slip away from scientists that had actual names on badges and not just letters. No glowing green of ecto-weaponry that would burn. He smiled as he slipped the badge he stole into a pocket and looked up. 

The sky was right there. There were clouds with the sun peeking out from behind. It was the afternoon by its position. Danny could feel the wind, so different from the stagnant air in the room where they cut into him again and again. So different from the sensation of those agents’ breaths mingling right above him as they discussed his organs and the tests they still needed to conduct. Even the lab coat and pants he stole felt nice despite being too big on him.

He was more than happy to focus on the sensations his mind had come up with. 

It wasn’t very long until Danny noticed someone else had arrived. Their arrival had been silent. There were no footsteps or sound of tires on the ground. Instead, it seemed that suddenly there was someone there, standing not far from him. Danny didn’t recognize them. Dreams were typically like that though. 

It was a boy. Black hair. Blue Eyes. It was amusing seeing the similarities he had with him.

But what interested Danny more was the clothes the boy was wearing. Underneath a leather jacket was something skintight and colorful. Blue and red with a giant S on their chest. 

It seemed that Danny’s mind conjured up a hero. 

That was nice. He had always wanted to meet one. To not be alone. Being in Amity Park there was only him and then Red Huntress, but it wasn’t the same seeing as she hunted him down before becoming an ally. He had always imagined what it would be like to meet someone like him. Someone with powers. Someone who he could have fought alongside, and gotten help from. 

But people like that didn’t exist. Every search for one left him empty-handed. As far as Danny knew he was alone. Except now… there was someone there. 

“Hi,” Danny said. He could see them looking at him closely and they almost looked frozen, as if shocked that he was even there. The “Hey” he eventually got in response was a little stilted, though Danny wasn't one to judge. He’d been awkward more times than he could count. 

Danny dug his feet deeper into the dirt. Watching how his pale skin went underneath the brown. It felt better than the metal table. He could be free of it at any point he wished. It was better than being strapped down as they cut deeper and touched what they shouldn't. Better than being treated like he wasn’t alive, the agents uncari-

“What are you doing?” the hero’s voice was curious and warm. A stark difference compared to the clinical terms and demanding voices Danny had gotten used to.

He focused on that warmth and the warmth he felt on his skin. He focused on the dirt going in between his toes. He focused on the wind ruffling through his hair. Danny really liked this instead. He looked at the hero who looked so bright and alive. A wish of what Danny had wanted so long ago. 

“Hiding.”

Danny was hiding in a dream, more than happy to get away from pain and solitude. More than happy to stand there barefoot in the dirt free and no longer alone. 

[atiyasnake]

@ailithnight @omnicrafts​ okay so like it really got in my head and I ended up writing more. XD

~

Kon had memorized his friends’ heartbeat. He hadn’t even realized he'd done that until Clark mentioned it one day. It was something he had done too. 

It was comforting to know the rhythm and be able to pinpoint it out of a sea of noises. It was helpful on missions too. 

So when Kon noticed when he suddenly one heartbeat oddly similar to Tim’s appear. An odd copy that was slightly different. Except Tim was on a mission somewhere else.  It wasn’t a hard decision to follow where the sound led him once it stopped moving. 

It led Kon to farmland and one figure stood out, white amongst the green and brown.

The heartbeat didn’t speed up or show signs of being startled when Kon landed near them. Kon couldn't say the same about his own heartbeat. There in front of him was someone in a white lab coat and pants too big. He could see the pants being cuffed and Kon could see a badge in a pocket. The Cadmus name was clear with his sight. Then he finally looked at the person. 

Kon was hit with a sense of odd familiarity. They looked like Tim and Jason. Some sort of odd combination of the Robins. Kon could imagine the old photos Tim had shown him that he had taken of Jason when they were younger. The red tag on their ear was a deciding factor. 

A clone.

Cadmus had made another clone. 

For a moment Kon couldn’t breathe. He thought they had taken care of Cadmus, and had prevented any chance of something like this happening. But there was a clone standing right in front of him. Someone like him. Someone who managed to escape.

“Hi,” the boy said to him and Kon felt like he had just stepped out of the pod again. Unsteady on his feet and words not coming so easily to him.  His “Hey” was as awkward as the first time he talked to anyone. 

But the clone just looked back down at their feet in the dirt. There was no sign of aggression. Kon could hear their steady heartbeat. He could hear their feet digging into the dirt. It was so different from what Kon had experienced when he had first gotten out. That explosive anger and no short supply of people to fight.

But there was nothing here. Just farmland. Just two clones. 

“What are you doing?” the question slipped out of Kon. He couldn't help but be curious about what was going through their head. If it was anything like what he had going through his head. 

Again the clone was calm, he didn’t seem bothered. It was completely different from the expressions on Tim or Jason’s faces, two people who were almost always expressive. Whether it be anger, exhaustion, or just being an ass. Then here was someone who was a mixture of both, who had a combination of their hair, nose, jaw, and eye color that looked at him with no recognition but no apprehension. 

“Hiding,” they said. 

Kon couldn't help how his eyes drifted to the tag on their ear. Probably tracking where they were. Anxiety made his hands twitch. “Can I take that off? The ear tag I mean?”

Those blue eyes just stared before nodding. When Kon came closer they still stared. No wariness just curiosity. 

Kon made quick work of the ear tag, already knowing how to take off without it hurting, but the boy didn’t flinch. Damn did Kon wish he knew what their name was. The tag simply said R-13. 

He moved away and called for Bart through his comm. He was sure to get the idea of what Kon was trying to do and tell the others what was going on. Kon didn’t think he’d be able to get away and explain to anyone else. Bart showed up in no time and with Kon barely getting a few words out nodded like he understood. It was clear that he was curious about the clone but Bart didn’t hesitate to grab the tag and run off. 

It made Kon grateful to know him. 

When he turned back Kon saw the boy crouching on the ground. Their hands were in the dirt this time. Kon could hear how they stretched and flexed their hands open before slowly closing it. Holding fistfuls of dirt before slowly loosening their grip and letting the dirt slip through their fingers. 

There was a certain look in their eye. Something dissociative, they were so intently focused on the dirt on their hands. Kon didn’t like it. Someone was already giving directions into his ear through the comm about taking the clone to a secure location maybe even the Watchtower. 

That could work, but Kon thought of those cold walls and floors. He thought about that taste of freedom; how the clone in front of him seemed so intent on being outside after escaping. 

“Do you want to come with me?” Kon asked and they looked up at him, hands still buried in the dirt. Parts of the white fabric of the pants and lab coat were already stained brown “I can help you hide” Kon added because he would. Something deep inside of him was screaming for him to help the boy in front of him. To not let them slip away. To keep them away from people with labcoats and pods and machinery. To be the person he had wished someone had been for him since the very beginning. 

The clone stood up, uncaring about dirt, not even bothering to wipe their hands. “Okay.”

The relief that filled Kon for some reason made him want to cry. 

***

Danny had seen what he assumed was another hero stop by, the two shared some words before the other left. It was someone who ran fast in a blur of red and yellow. It was interesting but Danny found he was more interested in the dirt again. It was ridiculous how much he liked it. 

Then the hero offered for him to go somewhere. To help him hide. Danny saw no reason he should have refused and he was glad he didn’t because he felt almost giddy in the hero’s arms. They were flying. He could feel gravity pulling on them and warm arms secure around him, as if scared he’d fall and get hurt. But Danny couldn't care; he never got to be carried by anyone living like this.

It had always been him carrying someone or flying. Or being thrown through the air roughly. Never carried by someone with a beating heart. 

When the hero landed in was in front of a house still surrounded by farmland. It was an old one with wood paneling. A wooden porch with a screen door. It reminded him of houses from old movies. The stereotypical type that usually belonged to an older couple or family. 

Danny was only proved right when the front door opened and two people emerged. A man and woman that showed their age with grey hair . 

“Kon!” the woman said with a smile and her voice was gentle, loving. She was looking at the hero and so did the man. 

Danny watched the hero or ‘Kon’ greet them as ‘Ma’ and ‘Pa’. There was no hesitance in their affection even with a stranger in their midst, but maybe that was because Danny didn’t want that. 

“Ma, Pa this is…someone like me,” Kon said and Danny thought that was an amusing way to introduce him. There had never been anyone like him. Or there was Vlad and Dani except Vlad had rarely been kind and Dani was no-

“Well, it's very nice to meet you. Would you like to come inside? I just made some pie.” the woman called Ma said and Danny found three pairs of eyes looking at him. Yet it didn’t feel like those inspecting him, wanting to know how he ticked. Wanting to see what was inside. 

“Yes please, Ma’am,” Danny said and he got a dismissive wave from the woman and a chuckle from the man. 

“Oh honey, just call me Martha and this here is my husband Jonathan.”

“I bet you’ll be insisting he calls you Ma before he can get a second silence of pie,” Jonathan said. Only laughing when Martha playfully hit his arm and they walked inside. The door was left open. 

Danny watched them go; it was quiet. He could hear their muffled voices coming from inside sounding light. He looked back at Kon. 

Kon was already looking at him. They stared at each other. 

Kon gestured his head to the door. 

Danny went ahead and walked inside. The wood floor creaked underneath his feet; he liked the sound. 

Kon stepped inside behind him before heading off towards the table where four plate settings were being placed. Jonathan easily set plates and cups and utensils. There were signs of them being well-used and well-loved. Then Martha came in with a fresh pie, steam coming off of it. She stepped gracefully around her husband to set it on the table. Then there was Kon taking a seat Martha ushered him in before turning to get a glass pitcher and handing it over to Jonathan who filled each cup. 

It was a well-oiled routine. No spills or glasses crashing to the floor. Danny couldn’t see any ectoplasm staining the plate or pie coming to life. 

“Well take a seat son,” Jonathan said and it sounded nothing like an order but a gentle offer.

Danny took a seat and watched as slices were cut and placed on each plate. Once a slice was placed in front of him the smell hit him. 

Apple. Cinnamon. His eyes closed and he couldn’t place when he last had apple pie. 

He didn’t think he ever did. 

“Sweetheart, do you want to wash your hands?”

Danny opened his eyes; the others were eating but Martha was looking at him. She glanced at his hands. 

They still had dirt. His fingerprints and the lines in his palms stood out amongst the brown; Danny could feel the dirt underneath his nails. 

“No thank you,” he said because he liked the dirt. Danny liked how his hands were no longer clean. No longer being wiped away just so that the agents could have a clear view. Just so the needles were easier to enter. 

“Alright, but if you want to wash up later there is a sink in the kitchen and I’m sure Kon could show you the bathroom later on,” Martha said before she finally took a bite of her own pie. She didn’t seem at all annoyed by his refusal. 

As Danny ate, letting the flavor of sweet hot apple filling and warm buttery crust fill his mouth, no one said anything about the dirt that fell from his hands or stained the glass he drank from. 

[omnicrafts]

You're killing me smalls, killing me. it's too soft I'm crying. How dare you see into my head like this. /J

He's so good just this is all he wants rn is just softness and care and to feel anything except what he's used too after so long. hnnn baby, baby boy

[ashoutinthedarkness]

Oh thats good. Beautiful soft angst and deep feels you got there <3

[atiyasnake]

@ailithnight @omnicrafts​ I blame the two of you for this. YOU’RE THE ONES WHO’VE MADE my brain latch onto this and now I’m all soft and sad and just hkjfhfjkshjk and I can’t let go. I just want to keep writing more hjkfshfjka (I say this with love)

~

When they had gotten news there was a new clone the league admittedly were worried. They didn’t have the best history with clones. People had never had any good intentions when it came to creating copies of heroes, even moreso Cadmus who they already had a painful history with. One they thought was over. 

But when Bart came by, a tag with the number R-13 and news that Kon found someone, they knew they were wrong. 

Hal was on the one Bart had come to, the others on various missions or busy in their own cities. He didn’t hesitate to contact Kon and tell him to take the clone to a secure location. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind that Clark and Bruce would want to do a threat assessment. Also Cadmus was most likely looking for their newly escaped clone. 

Yet while Kon technically listened, the Kent farm wasn’t exactlt what Hal had in mind when he said secure location. 

“Wait, he’s where?” Clark asked when he finally arrived and Hal tried to ignore Bruce’c cowl covered stare practically burning into his skull. 

“At your parents’ farm,” Hal repeated again and he had a feeling that the reason wasn’t because Supes couldn’t hear him. 

“For how long?” Bruce asked. Hal could see that he subtelty placed a hand on Clark’s back reassuringly. Though Hal himself didn’t feel so reassured. He wished he had taken another shift to be on duty. 

“A few hours.” A few hours the clone had been on the farm and Hal only found out atfer he finally managed to track Kon down after he had shut off the comm and went radio silent. Unfortunately it wasn’t a rare occurrence and Hal felt he had a certain Robin to blame for that habit among the younger heroes. 

Though Red Robin would deny it with a smile. 

Clark tilted his head, listening for his parents’ heartbeats along for Kon’s. All three were fine and on the Kent farm, but he noticed the fourth one close by. “I’m going,” he said and when Bruce moved his hand to his shoulder, he knew he would be coming along for the ride. 

Then they were off. 

***

Kon could hear the moment Clark arrived with Bruce. He rushed out there leaving Ma inside before Clark could even finish landing. 

“I know what you’re gonna say about protocol and rules but I just couldn’t take them somewhere else,” Kon rushed out to say trying not to worry too much about the looks on the two adults’ faces. “It had to be here. Ma and Pa don’t mind either and we had pie! Pie; it was apple. It went fine. Things are okay, promise!”

Kon didn’t want them to be mad. He wanted to make it clear that it was okay. This clone wasn’t at all aggressive, no sign of it at all. Kon would have never put Pa or Ma in danger like that. Clark had to know that. He did. He had to know that he would ne-

Clark’s hands cupped Kon’s face. “Kon, are you okay?”

Kon was about to say he was but the words wouldn’t come out and he finally noticed that he was breathing fast. His eyes felt a bit wet and even Clark’s face was a bit blurry. “I-”

Clark didn’t at all look mad. Just concerned. 

“I don’t know,” he said because Kon didn’t know. He had been feel off kilter ever since he landed and first saw the clone standing barefoot in the dirt. He’d been ignoring how fast his heart was going, how there was a twisting sensation in his gut in favor of focusing on the steady heartbeat that sounded too much like his friend’s. “He’s like me but different and he said he was hiding so I just-I couldn’t- it wa-”

He was pulled into a hug and Kon could hear just how fast Clark’s heart was going too. A man that supposedly was invincible was just as scared as he was. 

“It’s going to be okay Kon. We’re okay.” Clark said and Kon didn’t hear any sign that it was a lie.

***

Bruce remained silent as they finally went inside the house. Clark handing off Kon to Martha who just smiled warmly and comforted Kon. Not fazed at all by them still in their costumes. She was always someone who kept calm. It reminded him of Alfred. 

Bruce already had Hal getting ready to get into contact with Tim, Jason, Dick, and Damian. The tag had said R-13 and from the what Bart had reported, itseemed it be a clone of one od his sons. Though he wasn’t sure which one. 

Only Martha had been inside but through the back screen door he could see Jonathan Kent in a chair of the back porch looking at a newspaper. Bruce stood beside Clark who had paused from opening the door. 

“Down. Four letter word. Celestial bear. Theres a major and minor. Group of stars,” Jonathan said without looking at them. A cross word puzzle.  

“Ursa,” a young voice said and Bruce could imagine it had been said with a smile. There was no hesitance in their answer. An undertone of confidence that reminded him of Tim giving him the answers to a cold case that had Bruce stumped though he didn’t admit it. 

The floor creaked under Clark’s feet and Jonathan finally looked at them. He smiled before setting down the newspaper and getting out of his seat. 

Clark didn’t move as Jonathan came inside and pulled him into a hug. Despite his large stature, Clark looked small in his father’s arms. He always did even with Martha. Bruce could hear a muffled “Hey Pa”, from Clark.

“They don’t look like you, son,” Jonathan said without an preamble or letting go of Clark. “But they remind me of you. Like when you went out to go play and came back all dirty and so on. He’s wearing some white clothes like a scientist but doesnt look uncomfortable.” Jonathan pulled away but let his hands linger on Clark’s shoulders. “A polite young man if I do say so myself.”

“You’re okay?” Clark asked, his voice full of concern. 

Jonathan sighed with a wiry smile. “I’m just fine, you know we can take care of ourselves. Raised you after all.”

Finally Clark smiled and Pa stepped to the side. Giving Clark one more pat and a nod to Brue. 

When they stepped out onto the back porch the clone wasn’t in any of the woodeen chairs. Instead he were on the steps of the porch sitting. The bright white stood out against the wooden steps along with the splotches of brown on the fabric. The clone hadn’t reacted to their presence. He sat with his head leaning against the wooden post, eyes closed face exposed to the air and light from the sun that had just begun to set.  

He looked like he was asleep. Completely at ease. There was even dirt still coating his hands and feet.

But what drew Bruce in was how he looked like a cultimation of his children. An odd mixture. He was reminded of Jason when he was younger, not influenced by the pits and of Tim. He seemed lanky like Tim did out of his uniform and had pale skin. His hair was messy reminiscent of Jason. He could see Jason’s nose. 

“He looks like them,” Clark said softly.

 Bruce nodded and wondered what color eyes they would have. 

***

Danny sat with Pa on the back porch after they finished eating, and he had been right. Ma insisted on being called Ma. Pa looked rightfully amused with himself. 

The man settled into his seat like it was an old friend and grabbed a paper while Danny took a seat on the steps. Danny could see the blades of grass touching the last step. The wood was warm beneath him from the sunlight hitting it and he let himself lean into the wooden post that was warm too. 

Soon Pa’s voice joined the wind. He was reading cross word puzzles out loud. It was pleasant just to hear that voice work through the options and Danny couldn’t help how a guess slipped out at one of them. Pa had thanked him and afterward would pause after reading each one just to let Danny answer one if he knew it. 

He of course knew all the space related ones. 

They stayed there for a while. Danny listened to Pa’s voice, the wind, and how the paper would crinkle in Pa’s grip whenever he readjusted his hold. He heard the wood creak under another pair of feet and how Pa got up. Though Danny stayed where he was even when two new arrivals stepped out onto the porch. 

He let what little of their voices he heard mix and mingle into all the other sounds. A gentle symphony. 

A voice came closer, maybe even trying to speak to him but Danny didn’t pay attention. He only let out a hum to join the sound of the bugs that had started to make their presence known among the fields. The voice retreated and Danny stayed there enjoying the last bit of warmth as the sun continue to go down. 

It was much later after he couldn’t see light that a voice came to him again. This time much clearer before. When he opened his eyes Ma standing near him. She had her hands stretched out, holding out a blanket close enough to touch. 

It looked homemade; some parts faded and a few crooked stitches. 

His hands still had dirt. Danny didn’t want dirt touch the stitches. That would have been rude.

“Can I wash them?” he asked and held out his hands. 

Ma just smiled. “Of course sweetheart, let me show you the bathroom. Kon is talking to the others.”

Danny followed her, stepping into the spots where her feet had just stepped. Her gait was smaller than Pa’s, but the wood didn’t creak as much where she stepped. 

The bathroom was small, but Ma didn’t make him feel trapped when she stood inside of it showing him the soap and just the right way to turn to the knob so it didn’t splash him. After he had washed his hands he looked down at his feet. They still had dirt on them too. 

“Do you want to get that cleaned up too?” she asked. 

He nodded and then watched as Ma set up the tub. Her hands twisted the knobs and water came out. She checked to see if it was warm before letting him use it, then went off to get him a towel. 

Danny sat on the edge of the tub and watched as the water hit his feet and the water turned brown before going down the drain. The temperature was perfect. 

When Ma came back she had a towel, a pair of sturdy looking boots, and thick blue socks. 

“Thought you’d might want some shoes. It can get cold and I know I hate cold feet. Knitted these socks myself so I promise they’ll keep you warm.” She said as she handed over the towel. 

“Thank you,” he said and she smiled before walking away. 

When his feet were dry and the socks slipped on. He wiggled his toes. They were warm.

There was a sound of a slight thud of the boot against the floor when he walked out of the bathroom. He could feel the grooves of the blanket against his skin as he held it to his chest. Danny made sure to fold up the white sleeves so the brown part didn’t touch it. 

He ran into Pa first who when he saw the boots crouched down with a smile. Uncaring about any strain he put on his joints. “Gotta tie these up. Don’t want you tripping,” he said before grabbing the loose laces of the boots that Danny had left untied. 

Danny hadn’t realized he’d forgotten such a simple thing. 

There was a pat to the boot before Pa got back up and the two of them went back outside. 

He wasn’t sure exactly how much time had passed when Kon suddenly  showed up in front of him. The sky was dark and Kon looked tired. 

“We’re gonna leave,” Kon said and Danny looked to see that there was some sort of jet waiting for them. A man in black and man in blue and red stood on the top of the ramp. 

More heroes. 

“Okay,” he said and Kon looked relieved before looking back at the two other heroes while Danny got up. 

He eyed the jet, it looked like something that should have been in Tucker’s dream. But he saw the metal and was grateful for what Ma gave him. Those floors would be cold.  

Ma and Pa stood behind him, standing close to each other. A couple that reminded him of something he only got to see on television. So open and warm. He looked at them and wondered just how his mind could have come up with them. He didn’t think it should have been able to. 

Then Ma smiled and pulled him into a hug. He let her.

Hands cupped his head; fingers were running through his hair. He could hear Ma’s heart beat. It was a reassuring sound. There was another hand that joined her’s and another that was on his shoulder. Danny could feel the callouses on the fingers that brushed against his neck. They were hands that belonged to a hardworking man. 

“You’re welcome here any time sweetheart, you hear,” Ma said and she sounded so sincere that Danny couldn’t help but respond with “Yes Ma’am.” He liked the sound of Jonathan’s laughter that followed. 

When Danny finally sat down in one of the seats inside the jet and watched as the ramp closed, blocking the view of that old house, he thought he’d have liked to stay a bit longer with Ma and Pa. But even dreams didn’t always go the way you wanted.

[possiblyficreblog]

How does it being a dream (not really, but Danny thinks it is) affect Danny's actions? Does he run from any mention of the GIW or even the colour white, because he expects that would be able to turn this dream into a nightmare (or just not tell the league). What weird actions does he take because he expects the world to operate on dream logic or he's being careful not to have a nightmare?

Or the opposite, if he meets any of the GIW does he kill them immediately, he's facing his inner demons (trauma) in a way that doesn't actually hurt anyone (somebody tell him this isn't a dream). While many wouldn't demonize him for destroying the GIW (even lethaly) there's also the question of all the other villians in the world or anyone who reminds him of parents or GIW. How many people could Danny hurt while believing there's no consequences because it's a dream.

[ailithnight]

Personally, I would go the 'way too passive for his own health' route. Just, not really responding to threats like he should because in his head they aren't really threats. It's just a dream. He would stare down the barrel of a gun and just blink at it blankly, absolute confidence that even if fired, the bullet won't actually hurt him. If the delusion is deep enough, he may even be able to convince himself that any pain he feels isn't real pain.

Also not sure someone telling him this isn't a dream would work. At least not without quite a bit of convincing. Because, again, to him this is a dream. These are all dream people. Obviously dream people wouldn't acknowledge or perhaps even know this is a dream.

That said, I'm not the one writing this. I barely have the energy and executive function for the 1 active and 1 backburner wip I am working on. As much as I enjoy rotating this prompt in my mind, I simply cannot write it. Hence why I released it as a prompt. And since I am not the one writing it, I cannot say how it will ultimately end up going. That will be up to @omnicrafts, @atiyasnake, or anyone else who does decide to write this. I look forward to seeing what different takes and unique spins people come up with.

[kitkat-7553]

@bet-on-me-13 @dcxdpdabbles @void-of-unparalled-chaos @sleepy-writes-stuff @skylersprompts @tu-turu-turuh

Because even though I can’t think of anything, y’all always have a way with words.

[tu-turu-turuh]

I hope this is a good continuation. Context: Instead of capturing Danny, CADMUS captured Kon and used him as bait to lure Danny back to the labs. Red Robin and Danny go rescue him and Danny realizes that he is, in fact, not dreaming.

No…

It’s the thought that crosses Danny’s mind as he watches.

No… this-this is not real! This is a dream!

His mind supplies as the ringing in his ears intensifies… as he watches Kon bleed out after been shot and Red Robin try to carry him.

Red Robin is telling-screaming something at Danny as he manages to stand up from the floor with Kon practically hanging from his shoulder.

There-there is no way… This is-is…

Danny watches everything in slow motion, the ringing in his ears continues and he cannot hear Red Robin.

Danny turns and he finds at least a dozen individual armed from top to bottom. Strange mask covering their faces as the point their guns at the three of them.

Standing between Red Robin carrying Kon and the dozen of enemies is Danny… watching as his mind slowly but fast as fuck connects the dots.

All of a sudden, his head throbs painfully – someone at some point had hit him on the side of his head with a metal tube –… all of a sudden, his ribs suffer – an explosion had sent him flying like at hour ago –… all of a sudden, the smell iron and smoke in the air fill his lungs… the ringing in his ears intensifies…

The enemy at the front of the formation shoots and in slow motion Danny sees the now familiar dark green bullet, the one they shot at Kon, directed to himself.

He catches it with his left hand.

And all of a sudden, silence reigns as everything hits Danny like bitch slap as he watches the green bullet on his hand… as he rises his head and glances at the dozen of people attacking him… attacking and injuring his friends…

The ringing in his ears stops...

And speed normalizes…

“RUN, DAMNIT! WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!” Red Robin screams at Danny, desperation is his voice as Kon bleeds out on his shoulders. The sound of an alert siren almost drowning Red Robin’s voice but Danny is hyper aware now.

“This is not a dream.” Danny states to himself as he lifts his eyes and looks at every single one of the enemies in the underground hallway that he, Kon and Red Robin are trying to escape. Danny’s eyes glow ecto-green.

“SHOOT!” The leader of the enemy formation screams/orders.

“Fuck!” Red Robin curses as he drops Kon on the floor and makes a ball of himself on top of the bleeding super, trying to cover both of them with his cape.

The sound of bullets floods Danny’s ears but unfortunately for his persecutors he has regained enough strength to use some of his ghostly powers and he creates an ice-shield to cover the space before him, successfully protecting Kon and Red Robin too.

“Shit!” Curses one of the masked enemies.

“He has ice powers?!” Questions another enemy with rightful fear painting his voice.

“RETREAT!” Orders the squad leader.

They all turn but Danny is already blocking their path on the other side.

“You hurt what is mine.” Danny growls, the shadows of the hallway twisting his form and making him look unhuman enough. He might not have access to his ghost form or to the totality of his ghost powers but the shadows know who he is and they will gladly aid their king.

The red light of the emergency alarm blinks in an out in the dark hallways as the loud emergency siren swallows the screams of horror of the mercenaries that CADMUS hired to hunt Danny.

Tim watches in morbid awe as Danny, his and Jason’s clone – and isn’t that a sickening thought – rips limbs apart with his bare hands with lazarus-green eyes glow in the dark like some rabid demon.

“Yeah…” Kon struggles to say as he watches, safely from behind the ice wall Danny made to protect them. “Definitely from you…” Kon jokes in a choked wheeze.

“Ha-ha, very funny.” Red Robin sarcastically answers. “You know he got that from Hood.” RR says as he accommodates Kon on the floor to start to apply first aid. “Now, shut up. I gotta take out the bullet before the poison reaches your heart.”

“I can do it.” Danny says as he appears by Red Robin’s left side, making RR turn his head so fast he will feel it later when the adrenaline dies down. “I can take the bullet without harming him any further.”

Red Robin twists his head in the direction where the ice wall is but the red splatters of blood cover whatever is on the other side. “Ok.” Red Robin breaths out as he looks at Danny. “You do that… his injury should start to heal the instant you take out the kryptonite bullet.”

“This is gonna feel a bit cold.” Danny warns as he turns his right-hand intangible and sweeps it through Kon’s abdomen wound.

Kon shivers at the cold sensation that trespasses his gut but the immediate relief he feels soon after is worth it.

“What are you?” Red Robin asks Danny as he looks at him with confused tone and worried down-turned white lenses on his domino mask.

“I’ll explain everything the best I can once we get Kon someplace safe.” Danny responds as he carries Kon bridal style. “And sorry for not believing you guys when you all tried to bring me back from my stupid delusion. None of this would have happened if I-

“Hey, you clearly went through something extremely shitty before Superboy found you.” Red Robin interrupts Danny self-deprecating speech. “No one blames you for nothing, you hear me?”

Danny nods but his watery eyes clearly sign that he doesn’t believe him.

“Let’s go.” Red Robin says and then starts to run towards the exit, Danny following close.    

[op-sys-chaos]

Oooh I really want to continue this!

Jason, Tim, Kon (who was healing well but still wounded), Bruce, and Clark were sitting in a room on the Watchtower, staring at Danny, who was sitting cross legged on his chair. He was staring at the table.

“Are you ready to talk about what happened?” Tim asked eventually. They’d been waiting for 10 minutes at this point.

“When I first woke up in this body, I thought it was a pleasant dream,” Danny replied, not looking up from the table, not moving besides his mouth. He was barely even breathing. “But I think… I now think I actually body hopped.”

“Body hopped.” Jason repeats it, disbelief clear in his voice.

“That explains why the records show that R-13 was terminated two minutes before you woke up, Danny. A clone wouldn’t be able to wake up from that, but a body hopper might,” Batman analyzed. “It also explains why you already had a name when we asked.”

Danny nods. “I’ve been developing new powers every few weeks or so for years. It makes sense that I would develop body hopping when I needed it. I don’t think it’s something I can regularly do, though. It’s a last-ditch effort kind of thing.”

“New powers every few weeks, for years? That’s a lot of powers,” Kon replies.

“Yeah. But none of them helped. I still couldn’t stop the GIW from capturing me. I couldn’t stop them from killing my parents and sister in cold blood when they tried to save me. I couldn’t escape the lab they kept me in, tearing me apart for years.” Danny’s voice broke more and more as he spoke, the last part barely audible.

“I’m so sorry, Danny,” Tim whispered. “That’s awful.”

“Bruce, find the GIW,” Jason said. “I have some people to shoot. No one messes with my brothers like that.”

Danny softly grinned, finally looking up. “Brother?”

Jason blushed, but replied, “You’re a clone of me and my brother. You were made to be a Robin. That makes you my brother too. Duh.”

Danny smiled. “I know a thing or two about that. I have a clone too, and she’s my sister. I haven’t seen her in years, but she was traveling when I was taken. She’s still out there somewhere, I bet, and I have no clue if she knows what happened to me.”

“Well, I know Cass will be happy to have a sister in the house. If you find her, bring her home, okay?” Tim said. Danny nodded.

“So, you’re someone who got cloned, then body hopped into a clone body?” Kon clarified. “That’s a weird life you’ve got, dude. And I’m a clone of a hero and a villain.”

Danny snorted. “So is Dani - my clone - actually. She’s a clone of me and the guy who cloned me, one of my villains.”

“Well, in that case I would really love to meet her.”

“I’ll happily introduce you.”

“Wait. One of your villains?” Bruce asked, picking up on the wording Danny had used.

“Yeah, I was a small town superhero before my capture.”

Bruce’s eyes flew wide open. “You wouldn’t happen to be Phantom, would you?”

Danny froze. “That’s a name I haven’t heard in a while. Yes. You know about me?”

“Last year, we made contact with a hero from Amity Park. Red Huntress. She asked us to find you. We went to help her deal with a massive threat, and she said she missed when you helped out and that she wanted us to find you. We’ve had no luck. Until now.” Bruce began furiously typing, pulling up an image of Phantom from Amity’s newspaper.

“That’s what you looked like?” Tim asked, leaning forward to get a better look at the picture.

“That’s my ghost form. Look up Danny Fenton,” Danny advised, and Bruce did just that.

“Even though you weren’t our clone back then, you’d still fit in with the family,” Jason quipped. “You’ve got the black hair and blue eyes.”

“Yeah,” Danny replied.

“So what’s with the two looks?” Clark asked.

“I’m a halfa. Half human, half ghost. I can switch between forms.”

“Interesting. Tell us more.”

They ended up talking for a while, with Danny telling them all about Amity and his powers. He quickly forgot the heavy topic that had begun the conversation - his capture with the GIW. He later realized that that was intentional on their part.

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Seventeen year old crime lord Jason Todd realising that the actual adulting part of being an adult is fucking hard, and when he forgets to go grocery shopping and is hungry on patrol he catches sight of the batmobile and just decides fuck it. He remembers when he was Robin. He knows for a fucking fact there are fruit snacks in the glove compartment of the batmobile. He’s hungry. Fuck this whole thing.

Batman and Robin finish dealing with a rogue and Bruce gets notified that the batmobile’s been compromised. Red Hood has already tried to blow up him and Robin multiple times this point, so without being sure who it is he’s already cautious. They get back to the car ready to fight only to find their city’s latest crime lord half-hanging out of the passenger window, legs flailing in the air, banging loudly about on the inside of the car with his fists.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE THERE NO CHERRY OPTIONS?! B I KNOW YOUR BITCH ASS KNOWS NEVER TO RUN OUT OF CHERRY.” He screams when he notices them standing around nearby.

Bruce is fucking flabbergasted. Tim’s the only one with the (albeit baffled) sense of mind to stick his hand up in the air like he’s at school before confusedly letting Hood know “…Uhm. I think- I think there’s some cherry flavour in the- in a box under the back seat…?”

Red Hood’s legs flail about slightly as he twists around into an even weirder angle to reach the back. A few more clanks and bangs later and he starts shuffling back out of the window, body language smug. Whe he’s out, he turns to reveal a handful of cherry flavour fruit snacks in his hands. He cocks a hip as he starts unwrapping them.

“So. How was Riddler tonight?”

Bruce makes an aborted movement towards him, suddenly panicked. “You can’t- don’t you dare eat those! Those are Jason’s!” He blurts unthinkingly, memories flashing in his mind of little Jason, the son he mourned, constantly hungry and stubborn about the types of snacks he’d eat. After he’d died and Bruce cleared out the car for the first time, he’d found one of Jason’s old stashes. He hadn’t been strong enough to get rid of them. Still kept a second secret stock of the second Robin’s favourite mid-patrol munchies on hand, as if his ghost would come back to complain about being forgotten. Seeing Red Hood desecrate his sacred offerings made his blood pressure spike, but it was nothing compared to the way he bluescreened when Hood didn’t react at all, instead continuing to unwrap the plastic and undoing the clasp of his helmet with one hand.

“Yeah, bitch-ass.” He sniped, taking off the helmet and shoving the snack in his mouth. “‘ason’s ‘uckin snacks. Mine.” He muffled around a mouthful of food.

Bruce goes very, very still. “What.”

Tim cocks his head. “…Did you really just identity-reveal yourself for a fruit snack?”

“Mind your fuckin’ business, Replacement.”

“Yeah ok.”

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you know i’ve never really been a reverse robin kinda gal but recently i have been absolutely consumed by the idea of the bats getting dimension-shifted and coming face to face with the alternate universe reverse robins, specifically because i want them to come face to face with eldest-son-damian-wayne and i want them to be fucking BAFFLED.

reverse robin AU where oldest!brother Damian does not fuck around. he never had any elder brothers to help soften the very complicated blow of having Bruce goddamn Wayne as a father, no stint with Dick basically adopting him and helping him adjust. instead not only was he Bruce’s only kid for a good long while, he was also Bruce’s FIRST ATTEMPT at raising a child. by the time Tim comes along Damian is fucking over all of it. the only thing he wont let go of is the belief that the other kids deserve a better childhood than him, even if it takes a bit to realise how much he cares.

he has a strained relationship with Tim up until an incident with the Joker where he almost loses him (Damian is not Dick, he is paranoid and he grew up as an assassin. he doesn’t give two fucks about Bruce’s way, the second he realised the Joker had his little brother he was over there with a sword and a quest to kill). Tim in turn wasn’t sure of his relationship with Damian up until his almost-death, but it gets better after that. finding out that the only reason he wasn’t murdered was Damian’s willingness to kill and realising that Bruce never would have done the same really pisses Tim off though, so he still ends up going a bit rogue and becoming Red Hood.

Jason and Dick fuckin adore Damian. that’s their BAMF older brother who sasses Bruce at every turn. that’s their guy, the one they know to call if they need to hide a body, get picked up from an irresponsibly attended high school party, or blow off some steam annoying Bruce in any way. that’s their big brother.

and Damian’s good with the kids. like, really good with the kids. Dick climbs on him like a fuckin acrobat and Damian doesn’t even falter, just waltzing into the manor and not stopping when a circus-child attaches himself to his leg. he’s also like, the annoying big brother though, because he fucking had to be, that’s his god given right as the oldest. he teaches Jason self defence but then also gaslights him into believing that it’s illegal to enter a batburger without a piece of batfamily cosplay gear on you. he always offers to drop the younger two off at school but will also steal their snacks at any given opportunity. he is Prime Eldest Son material.

and i just think the og batfam getting stuck in this universe and getting to see a version of Damian like this would absolutely blow. their fucking. minds. like a Damian that’s a fully adjusted human being? who banters with Tim and is adored by the kids+literally all of the justice league as one of the most competent heroes they have? who laughs and smiles easily and makes jokes about having to skip JLA meetings so he can go be in another shirtless photoshoot for vogue??? and then they all have to turn to THEIR Damian who is staring directly into space. face blank. resigned. and he’s just like.

“Nobody say. A fucking word.”

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Jaybin who is less than impressed with how his and Dick’s ‘brotherly’ relationship is turning out, so when he finds little Timothy Drake stalking him on patrol with a camera he decides ‘you know what? FUCK Dick, I’LL be the big brother.’

he then proceeds to brother the fuck out of Tim behind Dick and Bruce’s back and when he dies, comes back, and finds Tim in his suit being trained and looked after by the Waynes, he isn’t mad at Tim for replacing him as Robin, but rather at Dick, for daring to steal his fucking kid.

Jason: are you shitting me?

Tim: Jason-

Jason: AFTER HOW SHIT OF A BROTHER HE WAS TO ME, AND YOU JUST LET HIM TAKE MY PLACE!?

Dick, never been more baffled in his life: how are you ali- WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU TWO ALREADY KNEW EACH OTHER??!

Tim: Jason please, Dick wasn’t replacing you-!

Jason: PLEASE, TIMMY. I SAW YOU EATING ICE CREAM TOGETHER ON THE ROOF ACROSS FROM THE MEXICAN PLACE. THAT WAS OUR THING!

Dick: what the fuck is going on

Tim: Jason, just calm down a sec, we can talk about th-

Jason: NO FUCK YOU. IM GOING BACK TO THE DESERT.

Tim, watching Jason stomp off incredulously: what the fuck are you gonna do in a desert?!

Jason, flapping his hands and still storming away: M’ GONNA GO GRAB DAMIAN AND THEN WE’LL SEE WHOSE REALLY REPLACING BROTHERS, GOT IT ASSHOLE?

Tim:

Dick:

Tim, turning to Dick after Jason’s left: who the fuck is Damian?

Dick: i literally know nothing about anything that’s happened in the last twenty minutes, why would you ask me that?

~

*at the leagues compound*

Jason: *storms in*

Ra’s: dear god, he’s back.

Jason: *flips Ra’s off and silently storms over to where Damian’s colouring on the floor*

Jason: *swings Damian over his shoulder and turns to leave, still flipping Ra’s off one-handed*

Damian, disoriented: Akhi…?

Talia, not looking up from her book: make good choices, ensure he eats well.

Jason: *leaves with Damian*

Ra’s, under his breath: oh thank fuck

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conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 14 (masterpost here)

Damian: -i just do not see the point in dressing up. Halloween is already so stressful in Gotham, why add a shitty costume?

Jason: are you kidding Day? costumes are the best part, you get to fuck with people so badly.

Dick: yeahhhhhh~ oh my god, Hood, do you remember that year when you were still Robin and we bowled over B?

Jason: holy shit i do-!

Damian: which occasion are you referring to? oh and Nightwing, hand me that birdarang...?

Dick: yeah here- so, back when Hood was still on his original life-

Jason: -incredible way of putting it, where are you guys by the way? i've wrapped up my case over here.

Dick: docks. anyway the year before he died there was this fancy Wayne Halloween party at the manor, and everybody who attended had to wear a costume, and it was also the first year that i was like, being nice to Jason,

Jason: he was only just starting to warm up to me,

Dick: yeah, so i said it would be funny to go as a joint costume,

Jason: -and i said we should both go as dogs,

Dick: -which sounded fucking stupid,

Jason: -OK BUT HOW FUNNY DID IT TURN OUT-?

Dick: I KNOW, I KNOW OK-

Damian: ok either one of you is telling the story or none of you are telling the story, take your pick.

*silence*

Dick: alright i'll tell it. so i thought the idea was ridiculous at first, because just dressing up as two dogs? stupid. but then he told me the whole plan and i got on board. what we ended up doing was convincing B to join in on the costume as some shitty attempt at family bonding,

Damian: you got father to dress up as a dog...?

Jason: *quiet laughter*

Dick, amused: ooooh no, no no, he didn't even really have to do anything, he was dressed up as our owner. what we had him do was hold the leashes that we were on as his 'pet doggies'.

Damian: ...Nightwing are you sure that Hood wasn't trying to fuck with you rather than father? it sounds like he just convinced you to put on a leash.

Jason: *still laughing*

Dick: nah nah nah kid, you don't understand, what we did was put on those child harness things? that parents get for rowdy toddlers? and we made him hold onto us the whole fucking night.

Jason: *laughter getting steadily louder* *through a wheeze* stop- stop stalling and get to the best part-!

Damian: ...what best part?

Dick: the uh- *snort* the reason that Jason got him to hold onto these harnesses all night was so that he'd let his guard down and forget that he was holding onto leads connecting to all my and Jason's body weight, and what ended up happening is we waited until he was like, slightly tipsy, in the middle of a conversation with about six different women he was flirting with,

Jason: *wheezing* AND- *cough* AND WE WERE JUST STOOD A COUPLE FEET AWAY AND HE ASSUMED WE WERE JUST HANGING OUT-

Dick: *wheeze* but we were fucking lying in wait, and he just- he had no idea, and Jason gave me the signal and we both just- *rattling cackle*

Damian: ...do you need an inhaler or something..?

Jason: we- holy fuck i need to stop swinging before i drop my grapple hold on- *cackle* i gave Dick the signal and we both jumped up and let ourselves- *wheeze*

Dick: *distant sound of a palm slapping against concrete*

Damian: y- you both just dropped to the ground?!

Dick: *through breathless wheezing* and the- and the leashes went taught and he just fucking got BUNGEE CORDED TO THE TILED FLOOR-

Jason: in front of all these women that wanted to fuck him, too, and his glass smashed everywhere and he chipped a tooth and it was fucking GLORIOUS-

Dick, still laughing: it was so funny- the thing was, was that he was definitely strong enough normally to hold both our weights, but we caught him so off guard he just fucking collapsed-,

Dick and Jason: *silent gasps of laughter*

*ping*

Tim: hey, guys, i'm all done over here so i'm heading over to you guys. anything interesting up tonight?

Jason, through high pitched giggles: just- *delirious* just talking about the Halloween party we have to attend next week,

Tim: ooooh~ yeah I'm still trying to figure out what to go as; Alfred said i can't go as Red Robin which is bullshit.

Damian, innocently: would you like to dress up together, Drake?

Tim: *slightly confused* oh-? i thought you didn't like costumes?

Damian: i have come up with one i would not mind trying out. what do you say? we could dress up as a group, me you and Jon.

Dick: *weeping*

Tim: sure, i guess i could- *voice dropping three octaves* why is Nightwing laughing.

Damian, without missing a beat: he saw two pigeons having sex. so, group costume?

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conversations overheard on the batkid com lines pt 13 (masterpost here)

Tim: guys, Batman is pissing me off tonight. i need revenge ideas, go.

Bruce: i am on this line- i'm literally standing right next to you, Red Robin.

Dick: shut up B, we're brain storming here.

Damian: you could hack the Batmobile's radio to only play that ad jingle that he hates so much.

Bruce: Robin?!

Tim: this is good, this is good,

Dick: just do what Hood used to do and write revenge porn.

Tim: sorry, Hood used to what now?!

Bruce: Oracle, kick Nightwing from this line.

Oracle: not a chance, please elaborate Nightwing.

Dick, giggling: yeah, he used to- O, get Hood in this call, he loves talking about this it's hysterical.

*ping*

Jason: -tell me where the site is or you'll be jerking off with a fucking prosthetic for the rest of your life, asshole, now- *distant scared whimpers* -TELL ME!

Tim, sweetly: hiya Hood~

Jason: the fu- what- *thump* ...when'd i join this line? why am i here?

Dick: i requested it, i want a Red Hood story-time.

Bruce, firmly: no.

Damian and Tim, simultaneously: yes!

Jason: eh?

Dick: they want to know about the revenge porn you did on B back when you were in Gotham Academy.

Bruce: NO.

Jason: OH- *wheezes*

distant unknown male voice, barely heard through Jason's laughter: c-can i- can i go...?

Jason: *cough* AHA- y-yeah man, fuckin- HA- *wheeze* go for it, i'll track you down later, *cackling*

Dick: this was the story that made me start liking Hood as a little brother, by the way.

Jason: so- *wheeze* so B really pissed me off this one time when i was Robin, i can't even remember why,

Dick: he grounded you for calling Mr Freeze a 'cunt' in front of a group of pre-schoolers you were rescuing.

Jason: OH YEAH-! and part of the grounding was that he forced me to take part in the theatre department bullshit going on down at the school for like, community service, where a bunch of kids in my class were writing an original musical to put on for the end of year show. i was pretty good at english lit, so when my teacher heard i had to join she put me on the writers squad or whatever and pretty much told us to have at it.

Jason: except i was really pissed off at B at the time, so i convinced everybody that the musical should be about Gotham's own Batman, and then i decided to add in Superman and make him Batman's gay love interest.

Damian: oh my god

Dick: *wheezing* it- it was so fucking cool-

Tim: holy- IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE SCHOOL?!

Jason: *cackle* *high pitched* yeah- that's not- that's not even- dude it gets so much worse-

Bruce: it was not funny.

Dick, crying: god it so was...

Jason: AND I MADE THAT SHIT- I MADE IT SO EMOTIONAL, TOO-

Dick: YOU REALLY DID- LIKE IT WAS GOOD, THAT WAS THE THING,

Tim: *laughing*

Damian: please tell me you have a copy of the script, Hood

Jason: annotated and signed, i'll drop it round the cave later

Damian: i love you.

Tim: *laughing harder*

Dick: even better, i still have the fuckin' video,

Tim: THERES A VIDEO?!

Bruce: *disgruntled groan*

Jason: holy shit- dude you still have it?! I LOST MY COPY WHEN I DIED!

Dick: oh Jay, i would not have deleted that video if it saved you from the fucking Joker.

Bruce, scandalised: NIGHTWING.

Jason: NO- NO, AS HE FUCKING SHOULD B, I SENT IT TO HIM TO KEEP SAFE, AS HE FUCKING SHOULD-

Damian: is the video of the whole play?

Dick: well kind of? but littlewing, littlewing's a fucking genius so he- *wheeze*

Jason: i didn't want to act in the actual musical, so they put me on stagehand shit and i ended up in charge of the official school's video production, and i just- *laughter* i just fuckin'- i fuckin filmed B's reaction in the audience for like- *wheeze* the whole fucking play-

Dick: THE BEST PART- best part was B 100% got sucked into the story,

Bruce: I DID NOT.

Jason: YOU CRIED DURING THE ENDING KISS.

Dick: *bursts out laughing*

Tim: SORRY-?!

Damian: Nightwing i want that video.

Dick: *still laughing*

Jason: to this day, best thing i ever did as a child. i don't care about my legacy as Robin, i'm just happy i got to produce such a masterpiece. i should write a sequel-,

Tim: PLEASE,

Bruce: ok that's it,

Tim: B, what are you-

*ping*

Dick: what'd- what-

Oracle: Batman, you can't kick Red Hood from the line.

Bruce: WELL YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING-!

[jammie-dodger-wagon-wheel]

Oracle: so Jason did bats in the sky. He's the reason I was inspired to become batgirl.

Bruce: I thought I inspired you. :(

Oracle: act 2 scene 3, the Bat as his alter ego makeup vlogger Roose Payne says to Lex Luther "everyone needs to be protected sometimes, even the strong, even by the weak"

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conversations overheard on the batkid com lines pt 13 (masterpost here)

Tim: guys, Batman is pissing me off tonight. i need revenge ideas, go.

Bruce: i am on this line- i'm literally standing right next to you, Red Robin.

Dick: shut up B, we're brain storming here.

Damian: you could hack the Batmobile's radio to only play that ad jingle that he hates so much.

Bruce: Robin?!

Tim: this is good, this is good,

Dick: just do what Hood used to do and write revenge porn.

Tim: sorry, Hood used to what now?!

Bruce: Oracle, kick Nightwing from this line.

Oracle: not a chance, please elaborate Nightwing.

Dick, giggling: yeah, he used to- O, get Hood in this call, he loves talking about this it's hysterical.

*ping*

Jason: -tell me where the site is or you'll be jerking off with a fucking prosthetic for the rest of your life, asshole, now- *distant scared whimpers* -TELL ME!

Tim, sweetly: hiya Hood~

Jason: the fu- what- *thump* ...when'd i join this line? why am i here?

Dick: i requested it, i want a Red Hood story-time.

Bruce, firmly: no.

Damian and Tim, simultaneously: yes!

Jason: eh?

Dick: they want to know about the revenge porn you did on B back when you were in Gotham Academy.

Bruce: NO.

Jason: OH- *wheezes*

distant unknown male voice, barely heard through Jason's laughter: c-can i- can i go...?

Jason: *cough* AHA- y-yeah man, fuckin- HA- *wheeze* go for it, i'll track you down later, *cackling*

Dick: this was the story that made me start liking Hood as a little brother, by the way.

Jason: so- *wheeze* so B really pissed me off this one time when i was Robin, i can't even remember why,

Dick: he grounded you for calling Mr Freeze a 'cunt' in front of a group of pre-schoolers you were rescuing.

Jason: OH YEAH-! and part of the grounding was that he forced me to take part in the theatre department bullshit going on down at the school for like, community service, where a bunch of kids in my class were writing an original musical to put on for the end of year show. i was pretty good at english lit, so when my teacher heard i had to join she put me on the writers squad or whatever and pretty much told us to have at it.

Jason: except i was really pissed off at B at the time, so i convinced everybody that the musical should be about Gotham's own Batman, and then i decided to add in Superman and make him Batman's gay love interest.

Damian: oh my god

Dick: *wheezing* it- it was so fucking cool-

Tim: holy- IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE SCHOOL?!

Jason: *cackle* *high pitched* yeah- that's not- that's not even- dude it gets so much worse-

Bruce: it was not funny.

Dick, crying: god it so was...

Jason: AND I MADE THAT SHIT- I MADE IT SO EMOTIONAL, TOO-

Dick: YOU REALLY DID- LIKE IT WAS GOOD, THAT WAS THE THING,

Tim: *laughing*

Damian: please tell me you have a copy of the script, Hood

Jason: annotated and signed, i'll drop it round the cave later

Damian: i love you.

Tim: *laughing harder*

Dick: even better, i still have the fuckin' video,

Tim: THERES A VIDEO?!

Bruce: *disgruntled groan*

Jason: holy shit- dude you still have it?! I LOST MY COPY WHEN I DIED!

Dick: oh Jay, i would not have deleted that video if it saved you from the fucking Joker.

Bruce, scandalised: NIGHTWING.

Jason: NO- NO, AS HE FUCKING SHOULD B, I SENT IT TO HIM TO KEEP SAFE, AS HE FUCKING SHOULD-

Damian: is the video of the whole play?

Dick: well kind of? but littlewing, littlewing's a fucking genius so he- *wheeze*

Jason: i didn't want to act in the actual musical, so they put me on stagehand shit and i ended up in charge of the official school's video production, and i just- *laughter* i just fuckin'- i fuckin filmed B's reaction in the audience for like- *wheeze* the whole fucking play-

Dick: THE BEST PART- best part was B 100% got sucked into the story,

Bruce: I DID NOT.

Jason: YOU CRIED DURING THE ENDING KISS.

Dick: *bursts out laughing*

Tim: SORRY-?!

Damian: Nightwing i want that video.

Dick: *still laughing*

Jason: to this day, best thing i ever did as a child. i don't care about my legacy as Robin, i'm just happy i got to produce such a masterpiece. i should write a sequel-,

Tim: PLEASE,

Bruce: ok that's it,

Tim: B, what are you-

*ping*

Dick: what'd- what-

Oracle: Batman, you can't kick Red Hood from the line.

Bruce: WELL YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING-!

[lgbtqiasexual-homoromantic]

THERE'S A FIC!!!!!! Written by @seaweedmakesart and it's MAGNIFICENT. HIGHLY RECOMMEND READING

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[papayafromtv]

conversations overheard on the batkid com lines pt 13 (masterpost here)

Tim: guys, Batman is pissing me off tonight. i need revenge ideas, go.

Bruce: i am on this line- i'm literally standing right next to you, Red Robin.

Dick: shut up B, we're brain storming here.

Damian: you could hack the Batmobile's radio to only play that ad jingle that he hates so much.

Bruce: Robin?!

Tim: this is good, this is good,

Dick: just do what Hood used to do and write revenge porn.

Tim: sorry, Hood used to what now?!

Bruce: Oracle, kick Nightwing from this line.

Oracle: not a chance, please elaborate Nightwing.

Dick, giggling: yeah, he used to- O, get Hood in this call, he loves talking about this it's hysterical.

*ping*

Jason: -tell me where the site is or you'll be jerking off with a fucking prosthetic for the rest of your life, asshole, now- *distant scared whimpers* -TELL ME!

Tim, sweetly: hiya Hood~

Jason: the fu- what- *thump* ...when'd i join this line? why am i here?

Dick: i requested it, i want a Red Hood story-time.

Bruce, firmly: no.

Damian and Tim, simultaneously: yes!

Jason: eh?

Dick: they want to know about the revenge porn you did on B back when you were in Gotham Academy.

Bruce: NO.

Jason: OH- *wheezes*

distant unknown male voice, barely heard through Jason's laughter: c-can i- can i go...?

Jason: *cough* AHA- y-yeah man, fuckin- HA- *wheeze* go for it, i'll track you down later, *cackling*

Dick: this was the story that made me start liking Hood as a little brother, by the way.

Jason: so- *wheeze* so B really pissed me off this one time when i was Robin, i can't even remember why,

Dick: he grounded you for calling Mr Freeze a 'cunt' in front of a group of pre-schoolers you were rescuing.

Jason: OH YEAH-! and part of the grounding was that he forced me to take part in the theatre department bullshit going on down at the school for like, community service, where a bunch of kids in my class were writing an original musical to put on for the end of year show. i was pretty good at english lit, so when my teacher heard i had to join she put me on the writers squad or whatever and pretty much told us to have at it.

Jason: except i was really pissed off at B at the time, so i convinced everybody that the musical should be about Gotham's own Batman, and then i decided to add in Superman and make him Batman's gay love interest.

Damian: oh my god

Dick: *wheezing* it- it was so fucking cool-

Tim: holy- IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE SCHOOL?!

Jason: *cackle* *high pitched* yeah- that's not- that's not even- dude it gets so much worse-

Bruce: it was not funny.

Dick, crying: god it so was...

Jason: AND I MADE THAT SHIT- I MADE IT SO EMOTIONAL, TOO-

Dick: YOU REALLY DID- LIKE IT WAS GOOD, THAT WAS THE THING,

Tim: *laughing*

Damian: please tell me you have a copy of the script, Hood

Jason: annotated and signed, i'll drop it round the cave later

Damian: i love you.

Tim: *laughing harder*

Dick: even better, i still have the fuckin' video,

Tim: THERES A VIDEO?!

Bruce: *disgruntled groan*

Jason: holy shit- dude you still have it?! I LOST MY COPY WHEN I DIED!

Dick: oh Jay, i would not have deleted that video if it saved you from the fucking Joker.

Bruce, scandalised: NIGHTWING.

Jason: NO- NO, AS HE FUCKING SHOULD B, I SENT IT TO HIM TO KEEP SAFE, AS HE FUCKING SHOULD-

Damian: is the video of the whole play?

Dick: well kind of? but littlewing, littlewing's a fucking genius so he- *wheeze*

Jason: i didn't want to act in the actual musical, so they put me on stagehand shit and i ended up in charge of the official school's video production, and i just- *laughter* i just fuckin'- i fuckin filmed B's reaction in the audience for like- *wheeze* the whole fucking play-

Dick: THE BEST PART- best part was B 100% got sucked into the story,

Bruce: I DID NOT.

Jason: YOU CRIED DURING THE ENDING KISS.

Dick: *bursts out laughing*

Tim: SORRY-?!

Damian: Nightwing i want that video.

Dick: *still laughing*

Jason: to this day, best thing i ever did as a child. i don't care about my legacy as Robin, i'm just happy i got to produce such a masterpiece. i should write a sequel-,

Tim: PLEASE,

Bruce: ok that's it,

Tim: B, what are you-

*ping*

Dick: what'd- what-

Oracle: Batman, you can't kick Red Hood from the line.

Bruce: WELL YOU DIDN'T DO ANYTHING-!