DP x DC AU : but very canon divergence
- Damian raised by Danny Fenton
- Damian never meets the batfam, he isn't Robin in this AU
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Strange phenomenon had strike Gotham's Northaline street, located far outskirts of the crime ridden city near the borderline of the marked territory. The known 365 summer heat street has drastically transformed into a winter alley filled with snow and ice. This phenomenon has started ever since the arrival of an ice meta user. In fear that the newcomer is another rogue that might have association or relation with the infamous Mr. Freeze, the local inhabitants of the Northaline street have reluctantly accepted of the drastic change of their territory and appointed the white haired man as the Winter Alley Guy.
Humans are social being that could easily adapt therefore an eternal winter won't be a problem for them because the ice meta seems to be not only marking up his territory by turning it into Antarctica but also reduce crime rates of the area. Soon the Northaline street is known as Winter Alley. Although located far from the heart of Gotham, near outskirt of the borderline where criminals smuggle illegal items in. Their winter alley guy will make sure that none will pass through. Winter Alley have their own version of Red Hood now and they're smug about it.
Adorned in white long winter coat, matching white winter boots, snowboard googles pushed back on top of his floating snow colour hair, Danny scan through the snow filled alley. His core is sensing someone have invaded his haunt, unwelcomed. The halfa walks forward following the uncomfortable tugs in his core, accompanied by the crunching sounds of his winter boots stepping on the fresh snow. The ghost king tilt his head up, staring at the child hidden in the shadow. Perched on top of a stair railing is a raven haired child dressed in grey tunics, the fabric is far too thin to accommodate warmth and comfort for the cold temperature of Winter Alley. The combat boots and katana strapped on the leather belt holster is all that Danny needs to conclude that this child isn't an ordinary child. Not when death cloaked the child like a protective blanket and toxic ectoplasm clinging to the child's core like a parasite.
Danny disliked the idea of the child going around parkouring, unsupervised and dressed in clothes unsuitable for cold. Danny see the signs of child neglect all over the child. His protective alarm is ringing a tad bit too loud to his likings. "W̸̪̕h̵̝̏y̶̤̋ ̵̜̓ä̷̟r̷̺̈e̸̯͝ ̴͔̾y̷̧̆ŏ̸͈ṵ̵̾ ̶͇͝h̴̗̀e̴͙̊r̴̮̉ë̵́ͅ ̶̻̒á̶̦l̷̅͜o̶̥͛n̴͇̉ě̸̳,̶̗̍ ̸͈̓k̶̤͒i̴̯͌ḓ̸͘?̸̨͒ ̴̧̑W̴͉̊h̵̟̃ẻ̶͜r̸̡̕ḙ̵̔'̶͇͘s̶̟̀ ̶̟̈́ỷ̴̝ȯ̷̲ủ̴̥ȓ̵̗ ̴̨̀p̶̹̀à̵̠r̴̮͠e̷̦̋ń̵̞t̶̥͝s̴̢̈́?̷̧̏" the voice echoes through the cramped alley. The six years old ignored the meta's question and squinted his eyes, glaring down at the glowing eyes meta with distrust. The meta's voice are strange, it sounds like multiple different voices trying to talk at the same time and muffled by statics sound effects. Perhaps the meta is using a voice modulator on his throat? The scowl on the child's face deepened at the thought of the meta user intimidation tactic. He is Damian Al Ghul, ابن الخفّاش (Ibn al Xu'ffasch), heir of the demon head, he is no coward nor weak. Ibn al Xu'ffasch, the son of Bat.
The young assassin has his hand ready on his Katana, ready to strike the strange guy. Danny frowned at the child, "Ǎ̵͓ ̵͗͜c̶̟͝h̶̰͠i̶̘͝l̴̝̊d̴̛̬ ̸̰̑s̴͍̆h̶̤͝o̴̺̒û̷͍l̶̼̎d̷͔̋ṅ̸͎'̸̺̂ț̷͋ ̷̦̉p̶͖̾l̶̤̀à̵̠ỹ̵̤ ̶͙̐w̴̤͛i̵͈̇t̵̺͝h̵̯͋ ̵́͜s̸͉̿ḥ̴̇a̷̎ͅr̸̟͝p̷̯̿ ̷͇̚ǫ̶̀b̵̭͐j̵̝̃e̵͇̾c̴̙̀t̵͇̍.̴̋ͅ ̶͉̓Y̵̲͗o̶̬̓u̵͓͝ ̶̞͗c̸̨̆a̴̤͐n̴̟̓ ̶̱̅ȉ̵͉n̶̝̽j̵̖͒u̴͛͜ŕ̴̝e̶͚̕ ̶̙̄y̶͖͑ö̴̗́u̷̠͛ṛ̶̅s̸̮̉e̸͙̊l̶̖͗f̵̾ͅ.̶̰͆". The halfa ghost king scolded. Danny starting to feel kinda old now that it reminded himself that's what Jazz would have told him if he were in that's child position. Danny starting to hate whoever the child's parents is for being irresponsible.
"Turn it off!" The child shouted.
Normally anyone who giving an outburst or attitude to the ghost king will earn the same energy or attitude as spite. But this is a child, instead of harshly reprimand the child. The ghost king decided to calmly talk to him, ""I̷̜̒ ̴̢́h̴̹͆ȁ̴̻v̵̠͌e̴͔̓ ̵̲̂n̵̯͂o̷̤̚ ̶͔̀i̵̖͑d̶̪͌ȩ̷̒ȃ̸̘ ̷̤́w̶̝̍h̷̺̒ą̴̀t̶̖̂ ̵̭̃ȯ̸͉n̵̿ͅ ̸̘͊i̶̛̲ñ̶͎f̶̛̦i̶̗͊n̵̻̈i̷̝̾t̸̢̐ë̷̯́ ̷͇́r̵̰͋e̷̝͆ạ̷͐l̴̰̈́m̷̼̆,̵̠͐ ̵̡̀y̷̧͂o̴͌͜u̵͈͝ ̶̖͂w̴̥̕a̸̖͒n̵͕̎t̶̝̔ ̵̯̓m̴͔̀ė̶͙ ̸̪̊t̶͎͒o̷̰͒ ̵͍͒t̸̹̚u̴̮̅r̶̢̚n̵̏ͅ ̶̟͛ò̶̙f̷̙̎f̵͔̕.̸̬͗ ̷̽͜Ỹ̷̮o̵͉̔ṷ̸̒ ̸̝̀n̴̟͗ȩ̸͝e̵̠͌d̴̙̂ ̵̪͑t̶̺͗o̷̲͐ ̶͚̎b̶͙̒ȇ̷͙ ̵̡̽s̶̨̿p̶̠̃e̷̘̍c̶̈́ͅỉ̷͇f̶̳̓ȋ̴̢c̵͈̊.̵͉͘"
"Are you daft? Turn off your voice modulator! You're a much bigger fool than I have thought... if you think I, Damian Al Ghul will fear you!" The child shouted from the distance.
"I̵̳̽'̵͙͒m̴͚̒ ̷͇̕n̵͖̊o̵̼̊t̵̨͗ ̵̟̐ű̶͔s̸͙̚i̴̻͌n̷̘̈́g̶̛̻ ̵̩̕a̶̬̒ ̷̜̈́v̶͈̒o̷̡̅i̴̲̾c̴̯̍e̴̝̔ ̴̫͌m̷̱̅õ̶̤d̶̻̈́u̷̼͑l̷̩̓a̶̺̾t̷̺͆o̴̗̽r̷͈͂ ̶͍͠t̷͇̋h̸̥̚o̵̤͛ũ̵̖ģ̸̓h̶̺̾.̵͕̀"
"Lies! Your voice echoes and filled with static!"
Danny eyes soften, apparently baby halfa ghost is a little spooked by ghost speak. "Ǐ̸̫t̴͓͝'̸̳̓s̷̺̋ ̴̧̊n̴̦̍ó̶̝ţ̴̊ ̸̝̽a̴̦̿ ̵͕̊v̶͇̌o̵̺͂į̶͝c̸͓͘ê̶̲ ̸̣̃m̵͇͒ó̶͙d̴̤̉ṵ̵̑ľ̶̞a̶͍͆t̸̲̏ö̷͙r̷͙̈́.̷̱̚ ̶̫͐I̵̢̚t̸̟̓'̶̘̅s̷̜̓ ̵̩́ǧ̶̣ȟ̵̗ỏ̵͙s̸̹͘t̸͇̽ ̶̲̐s̶̮̿p̴̱̕e̷̩̓a̵̗̚ḳ̸̋.̶̰̈́ ̴̥̌N̶̻̏o̸̟̾ ̶͇̾m̷̞̀o̷̝̾ŕ̶̳t̵̮̏á̵̲l̴̩̂ ̷̗̒w̵̙͑i̷̤̿l̷̨̈l̸̝̏ ̷̝͊b̶̠̈e̶̢̅ ̸̢͒a̷̯͂ḇ̸̕l̸̰͠e̴̳̊ ̴̡̀t̸͇͌o̷͖͊ ̷̩̑u̷̥͊n̴͖̈d̷̢̏e̴̺͝r̸̦͂s̸̲̒t̸̠̔a̶̤̔n̷̼̅ḓ̴̀ ̶̤̓m̵̙̃é̴̖,̶̟͊ ̷̒ͅt̶͉̔h̴͚̒e̷̓͜ ̴̝̃ö̴̪́n̴͚̉l̶̹̊y̶̰͘ ̴̹̚r̴̦͝ë̵̖å̷͖ṣ̶̌ȍ̸͈ṇ̵̛ ̵̝͗ȳ̴̠o̴͇̎u̴̘͋'̶̽ͅr̶̦̈́e̸̛̹ ̶̫͝a̴̎ͅb̷͕̈ḻ̶̉ē̵͈ ̸̠͑t̸̛̰o̵͘ͅ ̷̗̉i̷s̶ ̵d̷u̷e̵ ̴t̸o̶ ̸the toxic green ectoplasm leeching on to your core." Danny explained and switched from ghost speak back to English.
"Ghost aren't real." The child argued.
"Just because you never seen one doesn't meant they aren't real. Ghost usually reside in the infinite realm. There are a lot of knowledge that the realms could offer. But you're residing in one realm amongst infinite realms that exist and yet to exist. No mortal can attain full comprehension of what the realms have hidden and to offer." Danny informed, eyes glowing mischievously now that he successfully gained the child's, Damian, attention. "If you want to know more, you have to follow me. Or don't, if you're scared baby bat." The ghost king taunted and turning his heels around.
The child scowled and descend down from the stairs railing. His feets quickly rush to walk alongside the meta. "If you trick me, I will end you." The brat threatened.
Danny lead Damian to his apartment, motioning his hand for the child to sit on the sofa. Danny took off his winter coat, throwing it to a nearby armchair. The older man walked to his bedroom and retrieve a set of clothes and thick weighted blanket. Damian is handed over a green sweater and a basketball shorts. "You should change, must been freezing. Bathroom on the left."
Damian took the clothes and grumpily walked towards the bathroom. After changing the child walked back to the sofa and get wrapped by a blue weighed blanket. "I am here for answers, not whatever this is!" The child barked.
"I don't know what kind of a guy you think I am. But I am not letting a child freezing his ass off because of pride." Danny frowned.
"I'll be fine, stop babying me. You're not my parents!" Damian scowled.
"I'm not but I am so close in calling the CPS on yours. What kind of parents let their child wondering in the winter alley with thin clothes and katana?" Danny argued, his hatred towards Damian's parents is rising. Having to endure a bad childhood of absent and irresponsible parents was traumatic enough. If he could safe Damian from the same experience, he will.
The six years old snorted, "Don't compare me with those weak, dumb, and emotionally sensitive spawns. I am raised in the league of assassins. I am far higher, capable, skilled and worthy than those group of babbling fools. A mere cold won't stop me nor slow me down in my mission of finding my father, I am the blood son of the bat. True heir amongst the fakes." The child boasted while spouting red flags all over his declaration.
"Where is your mother? I need to have a word with her." Danny said, fuming that Damian's own mother put ridiculous ideology upon her child.
"You won't find her here. She is in Nanda Parbat." Damian scoffed.
"And how old are you?" Danny eyes glance at the kid that he guess is six years old.
"I don't see what would my age have to do with this topic." Man, even the child's voice is more articulate than most kids in his age. Which is a big concern and red flag for the ghost king.
"Just answer the question, kid." "Six." A six years old, abandoned by the mother to search for his other parent in the cold winter alley with nothing but thin clothes and katana. Danny's core is screaming. At this point Danny don't even care if the father knows or haven't know the existence of Damian. He, Danny, High King of Infinite Realm decided to claim Damian Al Ghul to be his to protect. "You're not returning to your parents." Danny stated it like a royal decree as the ruler of the infinite realms. Danny noted that he might as well made one if needed. "You can't trap me here." The child glared.
"You're ill, cold, hungry, emotionally neglected and filled with false ideology of what a six years old child should have." Danny pointed out at the anxious child. Damian is minutes away from bolting away to the door.
"Your parents are unfit to take care of you, as a halfa since birth, you fall under my jurisdiction and protection. Therefore I, High King of the infinite realm, revoke the rights to the child, Damian Al Ghul from both of his parents and place him under my care." Danny declared, the star shards crown appears above his head as glowing green threads entangled around Damian's body and attach it to the ghost king core. Damian fall asleep after being blessed with Danny's protection decree.
Unknown by Talia Al Ghul, that she will forever lost the right of her son due to her own negligence.
More chapters posted on AO3, also I never do Snowboarding before- but I think they're very cool and I want to try snowboarding one day. This AU Damian doesn't use a grappling hook like Robin, instead he has a snowboard to help him get from point A to point B faster.
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