I would turn back time just to see you again
I just needed to clean my drafts and this one is a bit overdue. Also I think I saw a post similar to this one and I cant find them anymore so either way kudos to them cause their post inspired me to make one of my own.
Danny Phantom, now Danyal al Ghul, had found himself hurled into the past. Panic clawed at him. He didn’t need to guess, he already knew something had happened to Clockwork, his mentor, his protector, the Ancient of Time himself. A disturbance in the Infinite Realms had yanked him forcibly back into his younger body, leaving only his soul intact and including the full weight of bearing the title the Ancient of Space.
In the very place where his life had ended the first time.
But Danyal was not without resources. He had memories. He had the power. And most importantly, he had training. He understood he couldn't act suspicious not here, surrounded by League members who could smell weakness.
So he slipped into his former role.
He became the perfect illusion of young Danyal, the former him, the wide-eyed, devoted son who adored his mother and idolized his older twin, Damian.
Every smile, every soft word during the rare times where only he and Damian are together, every clumsy move was calculated, down to the tremble in his voice and the slight hesitations in his steps. His every expression was carefully crafted to mimic innocence.
As much innocence he was allowed within this halls.
Danyal was acting, and he was doing it so well that even Talia and Damian, the supposed two people who knew him best, never questioned him.
He trained in secret, pushing his ghostly powers to the edge while outwardly struggling with swordplay in which Damian mastered months ago. He let it show in his own body language on how confused he is during strategy meetings, deferential during training sessions. He laughed and cried. Anything to keep suspicion off his true nature.
He will avoid the Fentons at this time around at all costs. As much he adored Jazz and Dani he wouldn’t want to feel his own organs rearranging itself and beating outside of his own body for the second time.
But he will wait, wait for the fateful day where Ra would only need one heir. The day where Danyal Al Ghul could never grip his sword right as to follow the order to fight by the Demon Head.
The day Damian had killed him without so much as a second thought always vying for the rightful title as the heir.
But something went wrong.
A week into his second life, Danyal watched with growing horror as events began to diverge from the past he remembered. Talia and Damian that was once Ra’s al Ghul’s most loyal heirs, had killed Ra’s themselves. The man who had cast his shadow over their entire lives was gone, and now both mother and twin looked at Danyal with sharp, unsettling intensity.
Family dinners became mandatory, silent meetings took place behind locked doors, and Danyal could feel the weight of their stares lingering on him longer than ever before.
He clung to his mask of naivety, knowing any slip might reveal the powerful being hidden beneath the skin of a boy.
He almost convinced himself that he could handle it—that he could steer this altered fate back on course.
That deep down Damian still wanted to be the only one. The one true heir.
Until a horde of colorfully dressed vigilantes stormed Nanda Parbat’s gates.
As Danyal al Ghul, he had to respond.
Katana in hand, neutral expression plastered on his face, he sprinted toward the throne room. He braced himself for bloodshed, for the clash of steel.
Instead, he heard shouting.
Bursting through the doors, he found not assassins or invaders—but Gotham's vigilante elite: Nightwing, Batman, Red Hood, Red Robin. Only Robin was absent. They stood frozen, as pale as specters, staring at him.
At the boy with Damian's face—and crystal blue eyes.
The Batfamily had been losing a brutal war against Eclipso—the personification of God’s wrath, possessing Ra’s al Ghul’s body, corrupted by endless dips in the Lazarus Pit. Eclipso had shattered mountains, unleashed floods, brought devastation with the power of a fallen god.
Just as he delivered what should have been a killing blow to the broken Batfamily—
Dick was back in Blüdhaven.
Tim was Robin again.
Jason was a newly minted Red Hood.
Bruce was a broken man, still mourning Jason.
Memories intact, instincts sharper than ever, they knew where to go: Nanda Parbat.
They expected to find Ra’s.
They expected to find Damian.
They did not expect Ra’s to already be dead, his ashes scattered to the wind.
They did not expect Talia to step from the shadows and confess she had killed him herself, striking before Eclipso could even thought of possessing the former Demon Head.
They did not expect Talia relinquish her own hold to Damian. Talia as though pushed him towards them.
And they certainly did not expect Damian go wide eyed in surprise and then anger and be so so insistent to stay here.
The argument between Talia and Damian was vicious, each screaming accusations and betrayals at the other—until a boy, a stranger, entered.
A boy who looked like Damian.
But whose eyes blazed bright, glacial blue.
The room fell into stunned silence.
A son Bruce had never known.
A brother Damian had killed in the first timeline.
A secret Talia had buried deep within her heart.
To Damian, Danyal was the brother who had loved him without hesitation—whom he had destroyed in cold ambition.
To Talia, Danyal was her true heir—the one she had nurtured, protected, loved beyond measure.
To the family of vigilantes, Danyal was a son/ brother that they didn’t know about, and didn’t get to mourn about.
And now, faced with a second chance, neither Talia nor Damian would let the Batfamily take him away so easily.
Because no matter how much Bruce or his sons demanded—
Talia would rather die than lose Danyal again.
And this time, Danyal wasn’t a helpless boy.
This time, he had secrets of his own.
PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.
PS: This is shorter than i thought it would be....
