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DpxDc Prompt
Danny(23) owns a petting zoo/animal rescue a few miles outside of Gotham. he has some animals from all walks of life; reputable breeders, other rescues, kill shelters, hoarding situations, breeding mills, ect. Be it dogs, to sheep, to goats, to snakes, to lizards, ro hamsters, to chinchillas, and much more- hes got a little bit of eveything. He makes sure they all have the right set ups, and can live as idealy as possible.
Damian(9) hears about this place and of course needs to check it out. Obviously, he needs to make sure the animals are taken care of and nothing else. And Damian just, immediately falls in love with the place. All the animals are so happy and healthy and the information packets are so well put together and accurate! He is disappointed that nobody is allowed to meet the animals in recovery, but he also knows its for the animals health and safety, which he appreciates. Hes impressed, and decides Danny just has to be his new father.
Bruce(34) thought taking Damian to the petting zoo/rescue would be a nice father/son bonding thing- he did not expect his 9 year old to then try and wingman him to the petting zoo owner, who, might Bruce add, is 10 years his junior!
"Psst. Hey. Hey, butler guy. Is this Bruce Wayne guy, like, enslaving you?"
Alfred Pennyworth has experienced many things at the infamous Wayne Gala's. He's found front page affairs in the bathroom, watched Master Dick swing from the million-dollar chandelier, and personally pulled out a shotgun at the Joker.
He has not, in fact, had one of the suspiciously young looking busser ask him if he's a captive to his employer and pseudo-son.
New opportunities every day, Alfred supposes.
"I believe you will have to elaborate, young man." He replied, crisply. It wasn't the most peculiar thing he had been asked, not even this month, but it certainly got his attention.
"You know. The thread between you and him. If he's holding you hostage or something, I can help you." The boy— yes, now that the man had gotten a closer inspection, it was certainly more child than man— gestured vaguely to something only they could see.
It took a moment to surmise his meaning, before Alfred's eyes narrowed.
Alfred was, although unnoticeable to the mortal eye, magical. He had been raised such, learned from gentle corrections and yellowed tomes of spells. When he had raised Bruce, still small and irate at the world, he had formed what one would call a bond. It bound himself to the boy, strengthening over the years, until he couldn't hide its existence like the others without concentration.
An untrained mind could easily mistake a cord into a chain. Heroic of the lad to ask, if unplaced and a touch dangerous.
"I am quite alright." He assured after a moment, and the relief that panned across the boy's face made him reevaluate his appearance. Short, skinnier than Alfred would prefer, and twitchy eyes and hair that had not been cut, leaving it stringy, hung over eyes too bright of blue to be normal. "Are you, lad?"
He looked uncared for in the way that raised the hairs on the older man's neck. A light probing for the busboy's tethers— whether to family, guardians or something else— came back with naught. His frown deepened.
It was imperative that children, until their brains fully developed and abilities settled, had something to anchor their magic. Families and organizations were remarkably protective of their young; for good reason: untended minors were easy pickings for cults and even more ill intents.
"Me?" His laugh did not strike as genuine when it came out. "Mister, I'm fine. I better get back to work though. Don't need them yelling at me, y'know?" A jerk of his thumb back towards the industrial kitchen areas beside the banquet hall.
"I understand, young man." Alfred did not in this situation; where were his guardians? "If I may— can I inquire your name?"
The boy's hand came to lift to the back of his neck. He did not need to be magical to read the mild anxiety radiating off of him.
"It's Daniel, er, Danny. Danny Nightingale." Was what the lad said, before pivoting and fleeing back to his work without another second.
Alfred supposed he had plenty of room if Master Bruce— doubtfully— wasn't fancying another addition to their ever-growing family.
Because as strange as Daniel was, there was something deeper at play.
If Jazz becomes a ghost in a dp x dc AU, I want her to have a baseball bat with powers equivalent to Soul Shredder that sends people she hits with it to a therapy realm outside of time and space which they can only exit once they are mentally healthier. Then I want to unleash her on Batman.
Danny watched the figures of his parents cheering in front of him, celebrating their successful catch, before drawling out, “kinda weak, isn’t it? You sure you’ve got the right dose, man?”
The hallucinations - because that’s what they were - were almost see-through with how faint they were. He could hear them cheering, could even make out Jack praising Maddie, but it was muffled - as though he were underwater, listening to a conversation through a wall. He could tell that there’d been an attempt at restraining him - ecto-ropes supposedly tied tightly around him - but if he didn’t look right at them, they didn’t even seem to exist.
Well, they didn’t. Not really.
The Rogue’s eyes narrowed, glaring gleefully down at his captive, “a resistance, perhaps? But of what? No matter, increasing the dose works just as well.”
The plunger had just met the syringe when a cape burst into the warehouse. It was almost pathetic how quickly Nightwing had Scarecrow pinned and tied down, but Danny had already promised himself to not engage with humans so it’s not like he would’ve done that himself.
The hero stepped through the image of his parents preparing for surgery, an image that was stronger sure but still so far away and faint that it was difficult to imagine being scared of it. “Can you hear me?” Nightwing seemed wary, holding his hands up and observing Danny.
“Huh?” Danny pulled his attention from trying to figure out the source of the buzzing nearby, looking back at Nightwing. “Oh, yea. What’s up?”
The mask followed along as Nightwing blinked several times at Danny’s nonchalant attitude, “you were injected with Crane’s fear toxin, correct?”
Danny shrugged, “I mean, probably. I dunno what else he would’ve given me.” Danny paused a moment, before tacking on, “and he gave me two doses. I think. Unless the syringe had more than one dose. Probably only two.” Danny paused again, waiting for the hero to say or do something, before deciding to ignore the baffled reaction. “Anyways, could you like, untie me or something? I’m pretty tired, and the hallucinations are prolly just gonna be there until I get some sleep I’d guess.”
The buzzing seemed to be getting more intense by the second, but Danny figured it was either from the hallucinations or something for Future-Well-Rested Danny. Well. At least, until that was all he could hear when his legs collapsed once he could stand and his sight went black.
Danny watched the figures of his parents cheering in front of him, celebrating their successful catch, before drawling out, “kinda weak, isn’t it? You sure you’ve got the right dose, man?”
The hallucinations - because that’s what they were - were almost see-through with how faint they were. He could hear them cheering, could even make out Jack praising Maddie, but it was muffled - as though he were underwater, listening to a conversation through a wall. He could tell that there’d been an attempt at restraining him - ecto-ropes supposedly tied tightly around him - but if he didn’t look right at them, they didn’t even seem to exist.
Well, they didn’t. Not really.
The Rogue’s eyes narrowed, glaring gleefully down at his captive, “a resistance, perhaps? But of what? No matter, increasing the dose works just as well.”
The plunger had just met the syringe when a cape burst into the warehouse. It was almost pathetic how quickly Nightwing had Scarecrow pinned and tied down, but Danny had already promised himself to not engage with humans so it’s not like he would’ve done that himself.
The hero stepped through the image of his parents preparing for surgery, an image that was stronger sure but still so far away and faint that it was difficult to imagine being scared of it. “Can you hear me?” Nightwing seemed wary, holding his hands up and observing Danny.
“Huh?” Danny pulled his attention from trying to figure out the source of the buzzing nearby, looking back at Nightwing. “Oh, yea. What’s up?”
The mask followed along as Nightwing blinked several times at Danny’s nonchalant attitude, “you were injected with Crane’s fear toxin, correct?”
Danny shrugged, “I mean, probably. I dunno what else he would’ve given me.” Danny paused a moment, before tacking on, “and he gave me two doses. I think. Unless the syringe had more than one dose. Probably only two.” Danny paused again, waiting for the hero to say or do something, before deciding to ignore the baffled reaction. “Anyways, could you like, untie me or something? I’m pretty tired, and the hallucinations are prolly just gonna be there until I get some sleep I’d guess.”
The buzzing seemed to be getting more intense by the second, but Danny figured it was either from the hallucinations or something for Future-Well-Rested Danny. Well. At least, until that was all he could hear when his legs collapsed once he could stand and his sight went black.
Danny was broken.
He didn't really know what the cause of his brokenness was, just that he clearly and obviously was. Even before he died, he couldn't see color.
Unlike Jazz, whose soulmates began with their parents and continued to appear into her life and then stay in her life, Danny appeared to be soulmateless if it weren't for the fact that he still couldn't see color. Jazz, and everyone else in Amity, had the full rainbow and then some available to her before she even made it to middle school.
Jazz's soulmates were an easy and short list. Mom, Dad, her friend Kyle Weston, and her friend Spike. She had met Kyle in kindergarten, and Spike in third grade. All of her soulmates were platonic and familial, though there was still a chance that she was seeing darker shades of colors than they're supposed to be - it was more common than not for a romantic soulmate to brighten up the world that someone could already see.
Danny was in high school. And all he saw was grey, grey, and more grey. Occasionally, he could even tell that he was looking at black. It was unusual. He was broken. What else was he supposed to understand from that?
"Maybe your soulmates are somewhere else? Like, your soulmates are all French or something," Tucker suggested, offhand.
"Maybe," Danny pretended to agree. Frankly, though, he wasn't holding out hope.
He was already dead, after all.
If someone's soulmate passed, they just lost the ability to see whatever colors their soulmate had given them. Danny doubted that him being dead before meeting his soulmates would affect that specific phenomenon in any meaningful way. He would just never know.
So why the hell could he suddenly see this- this- this beautiful color after meeting some dude? He didn't seem to have noticed the change of colors, rushing off with a bright apology for running into Danny, as Danny's whole world flipped on its side. He- he had no clue how to find that person again. What was he supposed to do now?
Maybe... maybe start with googling what this color is.
Blue. Blue was the color of the sky, of oceans, of brightly colored birds and butterflies. It was so beautiful. Danny's eyes were blue! Danny decided just then that blue was his favorite color.
Who knew he'd finally find a soulmate after moving to Gotham? Maybe, just maybe, he'd find his other soulmates here too.
He shook his head; Danny knew better than to hope. Danny was dead. He can't have soulmates, now. Even if Danny could now see colors- or, well, one color, that didn't mean whoever was connected to him could also see their missing color(s). So even if Danny was connected to them, they... probably weren't connected to him.
...
"Sorry, Jay, I got held up at wor-" Dick trailed off, looking at his little brother's eyes.
They weren't that green before. He knows they weren't; after meeting Damian, Dick could see green. They could all see green after meeting Damian. Jason and Damian's eyes were both an olive green, only a slight shade difference between them, everyone in the family agreed. Not... not this neon bright green.
Jason's gaze snapped to Dick from where he'd been glaring at someone across the diner, and the brightness dulled. It didn't go away, but calmed down. No longer seemed like it was lighting Jason's face up. "What?"
"I..." Dick paused, mind racing. If Jason didn't know why Dick was staring at him, then nothing new has happened on his end. That means... "I think I ran into another soulmate."
More !!! ,We need more !!! ,Please !!!, Don't leave us like this !!, We want more !!,
"Do you know who you maybe ran into? Or, like, have a description?" Tim asked, twisting the Bat-chair back and forth with a deadpan expression, "I can't really do much without a description, you know."
"Well, no," Dick admitted, before gesturing aimlessly, "I figured you could probably just look at security cameras or something until you found someone that acts differently after I interact with them."
Tim sighed, looking burdened with the entire world, before doing a quick 180 to face the Bat-computer. "Do you, at the very least, have a time frame?"
"Uh... I mean," Dick shrugged, "I hadn't seen either Jason or Damian since two weeks ago, so..."
Tim's head hung down, before muttering something under his breath and pulling the Bat-keyboard closer to himself. "Gimme, like, three days or something. I'll skim through the footage I can find, see if I can find them."
"You're the best, baby bird!" Dick wrapped his arms around Tim's shoulders, Bat-chair included in the hug.
"Yeah, yeah," Tim grumbled, ignoring the hug from his older brother/soulmate.
It took less than a day for Tim to decide that he needed a break - because, man, Dick interacted with a lot of people every day. He could rule out most of the people that're working at stores and cafes and restaurants that Dick frequently visited, unless they were new at the job - luckily, not many new workers at those locations in the past month. There were quite a few people who reacted strangely after meeting Dick, but it was clear that they were simply reacting to having talked to an attractive person - gross. And really, he could probably ignore the people Dick talked to at his job, too. It's not like there were any new students or new parents in Dick's classes.
"Ah, thanks," Tim offhandedly said, meeting blue eyes of the person who'd held the door for him.
"No problem," the teen was distracted by something on his phone, so Tim didn't bother him much longer.
Really, there were too many candidates for Dick's new soulmate, and it was just a massive pain to try to figure it out.
...
Danny shot off his last reply to the group chat from his friends back in Amity, glad that Val had managed to catch Boxy before Danny's parents or the government did. Sam had volunteered to put Boxy back through the portal, and Tuck was currently sending Danny's parents on a wild goose chase around the city. It was...
Well, it wasn't exactly a good alternative to Danny being there, but like... at least they had it under control, from what he could tell.
Putting his phone away, Danny looked up to admire the blues and- and- he had another color. What was that color? Wait, when did he meet his soulmate?? Did he actually meet someone today?? The only person he'd interacted with was a barista and he probably held the door open for some people, but. But. But anyone he actually noticed didn't seem to change his vision any?
He whipped his phone back out, googling for that website that provides color names for the newly soulbound for the second time this week. His hands were shaky and- and weren't grey? But it was a dull version of that color so they weren't exactly that color- yellow. He... he must be missing a color or two, to be able to know what color his skin is. But... yellow was the color of sunlight? And, and it was the color of sunflowers, and bees, and ducks, and cheese - yellow was so- so cool!
What else was yellow? And... and how did yellow and blue interact with each other?
Danny was broken.
He didn't really know what the cause of his brokenness was, just that he clearly and obviously was. Even before he died, he couldn't see color.
Unlike Jazz, whose soulmates began with their parents and continued to appear into her life and then stay in her life, Danny appeared to be soulmateless if it weren't for the fact that he still couldn't see color. Jazz, and everyone else in Amity, had the full rainbow and then some available to her before she even made it to middle school.
Jazz's soulmates were an easy and short list. Mom, Dad, her friend Kyle Weston, and her friend Spike. She had met Kyle in kindergarten, and Spike in third grade. All of her soulmates were platonic and familial, though there was still a chance that she was seeing darker shades of colors than they're supposed to be - it was more common than not for a romantic soulmate to brighten up the world that someone could already see.
Danny was in high school. And all he saw was grey, grey, and more grey. Occasionally, he could even tell that he was looking at black. It was unusual. He was broken. What else was he supposed to understand from that?
"Maybe your soulmates are somewhere else? Like, your soulmates are all French or something," Tucker suggested, offhand.
"Maybe," Danny pretended to agree. Frankly, though, he wasn't holding out hope.
He was already dead, after all.
If someone's soulmate passed, they just lost the ability to see whatever colors their soulmate had given them. Danny doubted that him being dead before meeting his soulmates would affect that specific phenomenon in any meaningful way. He would just never know.
So why the hell could he suddenly see this- this- this beautiful color after meeting some dude? He didn't seem to have noticed the change of colors, rushing off with a bright apology for running into Danny, as Danny's whole world flipped on its side. He- he had no clue how to find that person again. What was he supposed to do now?
Maybe... maybe start with googling what this color is.
Blue. Blue was the color of the sky, of oceans, of brightly colored birds and butterflies. It was so beautiful. Danny's eyes were blue! Danny decided just then that blue was his favorite color.
Who knew he'd finally find a soulmate after moving to Gotham? Maybe, just maybe, he'd find his other soulmates here too.
He shook his head; Danny knew better than to hope. Danny was dead. He can't have soulmates, now. Even if Danny could now see colors- or, well, one color, that didn't mean whoever was connected to him could also see their missing color(s). So even if Danny was connected to them, they... probably weren't connected to him.
...
"Sorry, Jay, I got held up at wor-" Dick trailed off, looking at his little brother's eyes.
They weren't that green before. He knows they weren't; after meeting Damian, Dick could see green. They could all see green after meeting Damian. Jason and Damian's eyes were both an olive green, only a slight shade difference between them, everyone in the family agreed. Not... not this neon bright green.
Jason's gaze snapped to Dick from where he'd been glaring at someone across the diner, and the brightness dulled. It didn't go away, but calmed down. No longer seemed like it was lighting Jason's face up. "What?"
"I..." Dick paused, mind racing. If Jason didn't know why Dick was staring at him, then nothing new has happened on his end. That means... "I think I ran into another soulmate."
More !!! ,We need more !!! ,Please !!!, Don't leave us like this !!, We want more !!,
"Do you know who you maybe ran into? Or, like, have a description?" Tim asked, twisting the Bat-chair back and forth with a deadpan expression, "I can't really do much without a description, you know."
"Well, no," Dick admitted, before gesturing aimlessly, "I figured you could probably just look at security cameras or something until you found someone that acts differently after I interact with them."
Tim sighed, looking burdened with the entire world, before doing a quick 180 to face the Bat-computer. "Do you, at the very least, have a time frame?"
"Uh... I mean," Dick shrugged, "I hadn't seen either Jason or Damian since two weeks ago, so..."
Tim's head hung down, before muttering something under his breath and pulling the Bat-keyboard closer to himself. "Gimme, like, three days or something. I'll skim through the footage I can find, see if I can find them."
"You're the best, baby bird!" Dick wrapped his arms around Tim's shoulders, Bat-chair included in the hug.
"Yeah, yeah," Tim grumbled, ignoring the hug from his older brother/soulmate.
It took less than a day for Tim to decide that he needed a break - because, man, Dick interacted with a lot of people every day. He could rule out most of the people that're working at stores and cafes and restaurants that Dick frequently visited, unless they were new at the job - luckily, not many new workers at those locations in the past month. There were quite a few people who reacted strangely after meeting Dick, but it was clear that they were simply reacting to having talked to an attractive person - gross. And really, he could probably ignore the people Dick talked to at his job, too. It's not like there were any new students or new parents in Dick's classes.
"Ah, thanks," Tim offhandedly said, meeting blue eyes of the person who'd held the door for him.
"No problem," the teen was distracted by something on his phone, so Tim didn't bother him much longer.
Really, there were too many candidates for Dick's new soulmate, and it was just a massive pain to try to figure it out.
...
Danny shot off his last reply to the group chat from his friends back in Amity, glad that Val had managed to catch Boxy before Danny's parents or the government did. Sam had volunteered to put Boxy back through the portal, and Tuck was currently sending Danny's parents on a wild goose chase around the city. It was...
Well, it wasn't exactly a good alternative to Danny being there, but like... at least they had it under control, from what he could tell.
Putting his phone away, Danny looked up to admire the blues and- and- he had another color. What was that color? Wait, when did he meet his soulmate?? Did he actually meet someone today?? The only person he'd interacted with was a barista and he probably held the door open for some people, but. But. But anyone he actually noticed didn't seem to change his vision any?
He whipped his phone back out, googling for that website that provides color names for the newly soulbound for the second time this week. His hands were shaky and- and weren't grey? But it was a dull version of that color so they weren't exactly that color- yellow. He... he must be missing a color or two, to be able to know what color his skin is. But... yellow was the color of sunlight? And, and it was the color of sunflowers, and bees, and ducks, and cheese - yellow was so- so cool!
What else was yellow? And... and how did yellow and blue interact with each other?
They closed the portal. Amity Park stopped getting ghost attacks. Vlad and Danny's parents did not take it well, but they handled that too.
Until they realised it was keeping Danny from fulfilling his Obsession to Protect.
It affected his concentration first, his health second.
But he still refused to re-open the portal. Inflicting harm on the people he's sworn to guard for his own needs is anathema to the fulfillment of his Obsession.
Jazz suggests he divert his attention to another core part of himself.
His love for the cosmos.
Danny starts going on space expeditions in Phantom form.
He goes to Mars and brings back samples. Pokes around Saturn's rings. Takes a nap on Pluto.
It helps tremendously.
Until he starts leaving the solar system altogether. He meets new alien forms, makes groundbreaking discoveries he cannot share in a scientific journal.
It's wonderful. That's the problem.
Space as an Obsession is all-consuming.
When Danny thinks of getting back home to check on his friends and turn back into a human, decades have passed.
Danny does not grow while he is in ghost form. He still looks like a teenager. His friends are middle-aged.
His parents are dead.
And his human form is different. As his ghost form has accommodated his Obsession by developing space-related powers, his human body has adopted the traits of the alien forms he has encountered. They are subtle, but in a dimension where he is the only hero of Earth, they unmistakably mark him as other.
He makes a portal to the Ghost Zone and begs Clockwork to send him back so he can return to his friends and family.
Clockwork congratulates him on taking the first steps to becoming the Ancient of Space.
"I cannot give you back the decades you lost, because even sent back to the past you will be stuck in the same dilemma. You cannot stay grounded on Earth without acting as a guardian spirit, and space makes you forget your anchors to mortal life. What you need is to fulfill both."
"How?"
"In a dimension close to this one is a world of heroes you would thrive in. In that world, an organisation called the Justice League was founded to protect their Earth and galaxy from all who would seek to threaten them. Lend them a hand, and you will fulfill both of your Obsessions as well as grow in your role of Ancient. For every year you do so, I will give you three days, six hours and five minutes to spend with your loved ones in the past."
"What do you get in return?"
Clockwork tilted his head.
"I do not think you realise how dangerous the malleability of a halfa's Obsession is. If you start forcusing on the time you have lost too much, you risk developing powers that will let you unravel the timeline, to devastating consequences. I will do all I can to steer you in a better decision, both for your sake and this world's."
scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 22 (masterpost here)
Alfred, walking past Damian's bedroom at night: *slows, squints through the open door*
Damian: *clearly dressed to go out, buttoning up his shirt*
Alfred: Master Damian?
Damian, calmly: yes, Pennyworth?
Alfred: are you... going out?
Damian: yes, why?
Alfred, narrowing his eyes: i was under the impression that Master Bruce grounded you for the weekend.
Damian, instantly: no, he benched me. he never grounded me, he simply banished me from patrol for a few days. he never specified that i couldn't go out as a civilian.
Alfred:
Alfred: i see. and where, might i ask, do you plan on spending this fine evening out on the town?
Damian: one of my classmates has an older sibling that has gotten us invited to a party on his school's campus. i assure you, i plan on remaining safe and staying away from recreational drugs and heavy drinking.
Alfred: right. and this party doesn't just so happen to be on Gotham University grounds, does it?
*a beat*
Damian: maybe.
Alfred, dryly: the very same party that your father and siblings are currently staking out due to rumours of suspicious rogue activity?
Damian, innocently: well i wouldn't know anything about that, being as i was benched from patrol. i'm simply a young teenager trying to have fun.
Alfred:
Alfred: *sigh* you understand that when your father notices you showing up to his case in nothing but a dress shirt, he will most likely be even more frustrated than if you'd simply snuck out as Robin?
Damian, shrugging: well, my siblings always tell me that i should be more rebellious and teen-like, so i suppose he'll just have to blame them.
Damian: *walks past Alfred, headed down towards the staircase*
Alfred: *silently watches him go*
Alfred:
Alfred, softly to himself: i don't think it's my responsibility to do anything about this. i simply work here.
Alfred:
*distant front door swinging open and shut*
Alfred: he said he would abstain from 'heavy' drinking, not drinking in general, didn't he?
Alfred:
Alfred: he'll be fine.
Stowaway
When Danny left the vigilante life to become a paramedic in Gotham he didn't think he'd ever step back into that scene. Much less in this way, because now Danny has Robin riding along with him in the ambulance every shift he's on.
He didn't think Robin would even remember him after he had helped the kid take care of a hurt and sick kitten at the end of his shift. How wrong he was though because the next night Robin was suddenly in the ambulance saying that he would be shadowing Danny from this point forward. Danny's coworkers were also no help in getting the kid to not do this.
Robin called this an intern opportunity to learn more about medicine and how to treat people. Danny called it a HIPPA violation. What he thought doesn't seem to matter though as everyone is always just excited to talk to the kid. He ultimately decides to just let it go and be the unwilling mentor to the young vigilante.
It really isn't until Danny is being cornered after one of his shifts by Batman demanding to know what he's doing to Robin that he wished he had fought harder to convince Robin to not ride along.
There's no way Damian would show up to such a thing unprepared so imagine:
Danny's already running through the list of excuses reasons why he can't have Robin shadowing him. He's expecting some push back but he knows Robin will give up in the end. Robin does not in fact give up.
What actually happens is that Robin keeps throwing fully valid paperwork at each of his objections and refuting them like they're nothing. HIPAA violation? Robin pulls out a certificate that's several levels higher than what would be required for an actual intern. No medical training? Robin pulls out his recently earned credentials on different healing techniques (like CPR and EMT training and idk what else). He has more qualifications than people Danny has worked with before. Danny questions the validity, Robin has him check on the official (national? Gotham?) websites and he has in fact taken the trainings/tests required. There's even a log and videos so he couldn't have just hacked his way into the system.
Danny starts grasping at straws. He brings up child labor laws, Robin shows him a signed permission from Batman with all the requirements filled out perfectly. Danny says he's not comfortable with a minor seeing the level of gore they encounter in Gotham. Robin shows him a few pictures of the more gruesome cases he has participated in during his tenure. Danny talks about disturbed bedtimes and not wanting Robin's grades to drop, Robin shows him his full academic history (name redacted, of course) and his current schedule as a vigilante. Everything's official. Batman's signature is everywhere.
In a last ditch effort, Danny says there's no budget to pay Robin, Robin says that's why it's an unpaid internship and refuses to relent. By the time Danny's officially run out of excuses, Robin's looking at him like he's ready to learn from Danny specifically. His binder's still half full. Danny sighs. He knows when he's been beaten. (Of course he refuses to acknowledge that the actual last blow was when Robin offhandedly mentions his need to know everything he can on medical procedures while mobile just in case anyone in his family ever needs them while working on their more dangerous cases. Danny understands the need to protect family as much as possible. He would do anything to avoid a repeat on the nasty burger incident. He can't deny Robin the chance to get what could possibly help save his family at some point)
Weeks later, when Batman shows up to question Danny about his activities with Robin, Danny stares at him unblinkingly for long enough that Batman almost starts to fidget (Danny's exhausted, ok? He needed the time to even process what Batman was saying). Then he finally just gets up, opens a drawer, pulls out an overstuffed binder and shoves it at Batman. It has a log of all the things Robin has done since he started his internship. It has an index. It's a copy of the official one already filed with the company Danny works for. Robin might be thorough but Danny has experience with OSHA violations and he's not about to compromise safety by cutting corners.
Batman's reluctantly impressed. Neither mention the fact that he clearly didn't sign any of the paperwork Danny saw.
AU where Danny is caught by the GIW and… well, goes full ghost. This is not based on any fic in particular.
bruce: if i kill the joker ill be just as bad as him :(
jason:
Phantom's Room: *trashed and messy with three broken space shuttles, a torn poster, and multiple glow in the dark stars tangled in the carpet instead of stuck on the ceiling*
Robin, Young Justice cowering behind him: We're so sorry Phantom! It was an accident, I swear! We were just-We were just-
Phantom, voice tight: Robin, silence.
Robin: *shuts his mouth*
Phantom: Right now, I am á̰̘̠̺͎͖ͤ͂n̴̵̘̲̳͚̠ͣ͂g̶̪̤̗͍ͭ͌̋̔ṙ̶̻͖͒͂̍̉y̸̖̝̻̞̾͛ͫͤͣ̍͋. However, instead of ruining the timeline by personally "escorting" you all to the Realms with my b̷̏͗͗ͨ͗̔͗̃a̸̞̦̫̹̜ͪ̑͂r̵̷̦̹͔̪̬͍̙ͦ̆̅͛̂ͮ̋e͎̞͇̥͛̀ͣ̋ͯ̓̅ h̸͕͙̣̼̖͈̗ͧͩ͋͆ͧ̋͛a̸͕͖̍n̷̶͎͈̖̟̮̙͎̆͂ͧ̔͋͛d̷̥͔̙̙̲̃ͣ͐ͅs̵̨̻̺̫͈̭̬̯͒̃ͭͪ̑ͅ like I so desperately want to, I am instead going to the Realms to brawl with my fellow ghosts. I do not know when I will be back, but until I am: S̶̻̞͋ͥ͂̌ͤ͗ͣt͍͇̞̰̘̜ͦ̏͊̆ͧa̶̦̰͍̙̍ͭ̽̀y̵̨̠͍̺͛̑̏ͅ o̰͍̻̪̭̞̹̠ͫ͌͛ͨͬṵ̝͙̫͉̣̰ͮt͓̲͗̇ͧ̏̉ ō͖f̴̴̫̝̩͎͇ mͧ̽͒ͪ̂̌y̴̶̬͕̞̥̯͛̀ͦͥͪͅ ṛ̶̶̪̯̰o̶͌ͨͮ̏̏o̷̧m̷̞̍̅̃͒̾ͦ͋!̨̗̳̇̌̍̆ͨͣ̽͒ Understood?
Young Justice: *gulping as they all nod their heads frantically*
Phantom: Good. Now get ǫ̷͚ͯu̝̘̟̫̮̪̳̜ͧ͒ţ̶̥̹̌͌̃͗ͤ͊́̎!̴̵̱̻͉̗͔̞̥̳͌͑ͩ̍ *shoves them out of his now trashed room and slams the door behind them*
Kid Flash: Well, that went well.
Young Justice: *groans*
DCXDP fanfic Idea: The Exchange Student.
Tim Drake is an exchange student at Casper High School. It's in the middle of nowhere, with a town small enough that everyone knows everyone, but you still have to travel a bit to get anywhere commercial. As someone from a big city with plenty to do for any given age, Tim hates it at first sight.
The sun is too bright. The people are far too into small talk. There is only one school district, one fast-food joint, and a pathetically small mall.
Really, it's no wonder that this was the only remaining slot for the national exchange program. No one wanted to give up Gotham for little Amity Park, but alas, Tim had been so caught up in a case that he had been late to turn in his paperwork. It's not like Tim could bail on it, too, as the program was a part of his deal with the school to make up credits for missing so much class. He didn't care one way or the other whether he graduated from high school, but Bruce made a big show of education and forced him into it.
Idea....
DPxDC of course
It's a little sad. TW of a character death btw.
Also Ghost King Danny!
i'm really not the kind of person who enjoys de-ageing plots normally, but i do think it would be very fun if we had a Red Hood identity reveal au where Damian as Robin gets de-aged to a baby while on patrol one night and he just. Will Not Stop Wailing. he screams like he's about to be murdered any time Batman or Nightwing or Red Robin or anyone even goes near him, even when they try to take off their suits in case it's the masks that are freaking him out. Babian is not fucking having it and he refuses to stop crying, so they bats are just stuck kinda panicking while trying to figure out what to do, because they don't want to scare the baby so bad that he hurts himself or something but also they need to get him home so they can try to fix things???
after a while Red Hood is nearby and, obviously, hearing a kid in such clear distress in the middle of the night means he checks it out, and upon landing nearby and asking what the fuck is going on, the bats have to watch as baby-Damian notices the shiny red of Hood's helmet and armour, instantly recognises him, and crawls over to him to sob and clench his tiny little fists at him in an ask for uppies. and Red Hood obviously takes one look at the baby at his feet, goes 'shit wait- Dami?' and bends down to cradle him like it's the most natural thing in the world.
Hood then has to explain that he knew Robin in the league and helped care from him when he was really little, which is probably why Red Hood is currently the only person in the city that baby Damian recognises/views as safe, and Bruce is left with the annoying realisation that the only way to both keep Damian safe and happy while they figure out how to reverse the de-aging and get his son back to normal, is if he brings the Red Hood back to the cave with them. a man who is supposed to be his enemy and whom none of them realised Damian even knew, because clearly that little shit has been lying about some stuff.
for lack of a better solution they end up cautiously bringing Hood back to the cave, which Jason easily goes along with because the second he clocked baby Damian his paternal/protector instincts took over and he doesn't currently care about anything but keeping Damian happy. so there's a period of time where the bats are working as hard as possible in the cave to figure out a way to get Damian back to normal while also warily keeping an eye on Hood to make sure he doesn't try snooping around/go up to the manor/start shit, and Jason is just. not even clocking that this is a worry for them. he's genuinely just zeroed in on Damian like an activated sleeper agent, humming lullabies and changing diapers and even letting the baby clumsily try to take off his helmet because he wants to see Jason's face. Jason lets him, because he still has the mask on underneath, but it's still the first time any of the bats have seen under the helmet and so Dick and Tim end up on the other side of the cave watching with dropped jaws as Jason lets Damian play in his helmet -which he's like. small enough to sit in.- like... is that a fucking teenager under there???
Bruce finally figures out how to get Damian back to normal and when they fix him he comes back really disorientated and not really understanding what the fuck's been going on, so when he blinks open his eyes all dizzy and trying to gain his bearings he clocks Jason's face as one of the first things he sees and without thinking he just goes 'wait- Jason? what the fuck happened, where am I?'
all the bats turn in unison to stare at Jason in question and Jason just freezes in place. like. 'god i wish you'd just stayed a baby.'
'you wish i'd stayed a fucking what-?'
