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Masterlist

(So it easier to find my writing and other stuff)

By the way, when I put on a AO3 link, I have finished with that story,

Through Your Eyes -

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are soulmates/soul brothers, they swap bodies while Damian was in the Batcave. Then at their first meeting, were sucked into the ghost zone (finished story)

Part 1-4   Part 5  Part 6 Part 7  Part 8  Part 9 Part 10 Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 16.5  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20 Part 20.5 AO3

Stories of Amity Parkers

Wes Weston and Red Robin Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Wes and Red Hood Ao3 link

Tim and Batfamily Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 AO3

Pauline visits Gotham Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Ao3 Rules to observe

Report on Rescue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 AO3

Favourite AO3 link stories

Other stories

Photographers in Gotham part 2 part 3 part 4 AO3

Third Robin retired part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 Part 6 AO3

Young photographers in Gotham part 1

Punishment Batfam x reader AO3

Links page for my other reblogs or writing

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The Tape

Reader and Conner’s sex tape gets leaked…

Based on this…

Part Two

Warning: Fem!Reader, NSFW themes, no actual smut, pure crack nonsense, fake Twitter post

A/N: @fanfictionlover277353 Heard you wanted some more! Here’s some of my nonsense!

"Come on, Babs. Please. I'm begging. Just for a few hours. Two tops." Dick's whining could be heard through out the entire cave. The vibrato of his voice echoing off the rocky walls and stalagmites as he leaned over Barbara's shoulder and played with her hair.

She was currently sitting at the Bat Computer, looking over anything related to the family or incidents in Gotham with strained eyes and an exasperated look on her face.

"I told you, I'm busy-"

"You need a break." Dick interrupted, playing the hypocrite with a grin. "Come on, two hours. We'll watch a movie, you can even pick. No sappy Rom-coms, anything you want. All your choice." He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

Admittedly, Barbara was tempted, but she let out an indulgent sigh.

"Fine. I'll set up notifications to alert me if anything that needs to get scrub gets posted." She quickly type out a few things on to the computer, having it connected to her phone before Dick whisked her off with way too much excitement.

It was a simple notification system. One that would alert her if anyone's vigilantes identities were mentioned in the media. Unfortunately, it wasn't set up to alert her if anyone's civilian identities were mentioned. That included the family's only civilian member as well.

And, a lot can happen in two hours with the power of the internet and a very interesting topic.

You were having a good day. A very nice day. You had gone out into the world, enjoying the sights and sounds of a mid-morning Gotham. Ignoring the wailing sirens in the distance, by now you had grown used to it.

Dick, Babs, and Alfred where in the manor doing either Bat stuff or sleeping. Damian was visiting Jon. Duke was on patrol. Cass was at dance practice. Bruce was at the Watchtower. Tim was at the Wayne office. Stephanie was your chaperone (stalker) of the day. And, Jason was fuck who knows where.

A peaceful, calm day.

Until you got a Twitter notification and you realized...

"Oh, that's not good. That is really not good." You mutter, watching as the internet burns while you drink your coffee. Not like you could do much else. You still sent a quick text to Conner, just to prepare him while you mentally packed.

You warned him when he suggested filming the two of you making love in the Wayne manor parlor right in front of the fireplace.

You had suggested you’d both go to the mountains and fuck in the wild, but he just had to be kinky and want to do it in the manor. Better lighting he said.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it had been your anniversary and he had pulled out all the stops, you would’ve said no. (It doesn’t matter that he had you literally crying from the pleasure when the two of you had finally finished filming. Nope. Not at all.)

However, that mountain sex might still be on the table. You didn't want to be around when the rest of the family saw that video, so a remote location in the mountains sounded like a decent idea. You’d been wanting to runaway from the manor for a while anyway.

“Hey, Steph, hand me your phone real quick…” Best to probably by yourself some time.

Conner had a tendency to mute his notification on all his socials. Not that he didn't look at what people tagged him in or mentioned him in. He just find it easier to manage.

So when he got a text from you saying to check Twitter, he was a bit puzzled. But, he figured you had seen him tagged in something funny and wanted him to see it too.

Only for the record in his head to scratch when he realized what he had been tagged in.

"SHIT! Shit, shit, shit, shit." Could he get off planet fast enough? This was bad. Not the video. That was good. He may have thrown extra fuel on the fire by liking it and retweeting it on to his official account, but, damn it, was he proud of that. Probably shouldn’t have hired that rando to edit it for him though.

But, yeah, he was about to possibly be the only man ever murdered in cold blood by Batman. It was one thing to fuck his civilian daughter, but filming it in the man’s own home? Yeah, the kryptonite was definitely coming out and getting stabbed into his skull.

"JON! Distract Damian!" Conner yelled out before taking off, knowing that Jon's super hearing would pick up it up. Best get to Gotham and grab you before Batman came after his ass.

There was a nice planet a few solar systems over that you two could have some fun on. Maybe if he was lucky, you could visit that spot in front of the fireplace on last time. He doubted the two of you would get another chance to do it there again.

Jason had actually been at Roy’s that day, having finished some Outlaw business from the night before. Only to be interrupted when Roy suddenly choked on his drink and sprayed it all over him from across the table. Soaking Jason and the papers on said table.

“What the fuck?” He muttered in disgust whipping the dripping liquid off him.

Roy, however, was still choking. Wheezing as he clutched his phone like it was the most precious thing in existence.

“Nothing! Nothing!” Instantly, Roy was trying to back the video up the Cloud and his back up phone. He’s paid for porn with less quality than this and he was not wasting this opportunity before it was scrubbed from the internet.

“Let me see that.” Jason pushed the table and slammed it into Roy’s gut, causing the phone to clatter on to it. A video silently playing on the screen.

A video of two people in a fancy parlor. Doing very intimate things.

Two people Jason knew. In a fancy parlor that Jason knew.

A parlor that Jason had literally sat in three days ago watching the fire in the exact same fireplace.

“Did you fucking save this, asshole?”

“Dude, that is ART!”

Back in the BatCave Alfred had come down to tidy up after resting a bit only to look at the screen in horror. Despite his many skills, socially media escaped him at times.

However he did manage to learn one thing…

“That was what was on my bloody carpet?!”

Tim had been in his office, going over a couple charts when his secretary burst into the room. Stumbling and falling on the floor panting. One of her heels broken.

Normally she was a serious and composed woman, not tolerating any nonsense from him. So this behavior was unexpected and worrisome.

Tim rushed to stand up at help her when she suddenly blurted out, “Leaked sex tape!”

That made him panic. Before confusion hit him.

“Wait, did I film on of those? I don’t remember filming one of those-“

“Your sister! Superboy! PR is going fucking nuts and getting calls. Share prices are fucking increasing because of this!”

The Justice League Watchtower was in a meeting. Quite a long one judging by the way most of it’s members sitting around the table seemed to be drifting off or subtly scrolling their phones.

Oliver Queen, Green Arrow was one of those people scrolling. Checking over twitter, catching up on the latest gossip. Only to nearly fucking scream in the middle of the meeting when he realized what Superboy had shared on his official account.

Forget man of steel, the kid has damn balls of steel.

Worst yet, the video had been posted for over an hour. A full hour. Almost two. There was no way that was going to be getting scrubbed and forgotten. He’d bet it was in a military archive already with a team of scientist documenting the half-Kryptonian’s dick size right now.

It was an impressively long video. One that Oliver was sorely tempted to watch. But, he didn’t because he knew Batman would actually rearrange his face if he did. Like fist and plastic surgery rearrange it.

So, when he heard Batman’s voice ring out in the meeting, he broke his phone in half to hide the evidence of his discovery.

Only, Batman hadn’t been calling for his attention. He was calling for Booster Gold’s.

“Booster, focus on the meeting. Put that away—“

It was amusing to see Booster get caught with his phone out watching him scramble to shut it off in a panic. Only for it to fall to the ground.

And, the sound to turn on at full volume.

Moans to fill the silent void of the room.

Oliver could only look on in horror when he realized just what Booster had been watching, during a Justice League meeting, and across the table from Batman himself.

“Conner, please, p-please, stop teasing.”

“No, I don’t think I will. You look so pretty like this. All nice and—“

No one moved. Not as they watched Batman literally work through every emotion under that cowl of his and Superman’s face went as white as it possibly could, anguish washing over both their faces when they realized who was in the video booster was watching.

Diana was the only one that stood up and moved to pick up the phone. Everyone held their breaths when she slowly looked down at the screen.

“Quite impressive. You both must be proud.” She said with a slight hum.

A/N: I apologize so much for this, but I just was cackling the entire time I came up with this and wrote it. Forgive me y’all! 🙏🏻

A/N: All the Twitter stuff was randomly generated and picked! I’m not good with it, but I added it for giggles!

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[eros-telesse]

*Kon and Jon in space back from a mission*

Kon : The stars are beautiful from here.

Jon : Yeah.

Kon : But do you know who is more beautiful?

Jon : Yeah.

Jon & Kon enamored : Damian/Tim...

Kon :

Jon :

Kon : Tim is objectively more attractive.

Jon : Are you high? Damian is obviously the most beautiful.

Kon : Damian?! He's a scary, mean, stabby, assassin!

Jon : Oh you did not.

Kon : Oh but I did.

Jon : TIM IS LIKE A RACCOON HIGH ON PAIN MEDICATION!

Kon : LISTEN THERE YOU LITTLE SHIT!

-

Diana : Everyone! I received a signal of fighting in the atmosphere near the earth!

Bruce : We need to prepare.

Barry : I'm connecting us to the satellite for a visual! There it's-

Justice league :

Oliver : Am I tripping or is that your child's Clark?

Clark : I- I mean yeah but...

J'onn : The audio is connecting.

Kon audio : TIM IS THE BEST YOU BITCH! HE'S HOT, PRETTY, GORGEOUS, SMART, INCREDIBLE! WAY BETTER THAN MISTER EX ASSASSIN! *Laser eyes*

Jon audio : NOBODY ASKED YOU, YOU HALF-ASSED CLONE! DAMIAN HE'S WHAT EARTH HAVE DONE BEST! TIM CAN'T EVEN DREAM OF BEING LIKE HIM! *Throw a meteorite at him*

Justice league :

Hal : AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAH

Bruce with the biggest sigh of the world : Clark.

Clark really embarrassed by his kids : Yep- going right now!

[dcxdpdabbles]

Alfred: Hello?

Pa Kent: Good morning Alfred. Are you busy today? Ma and I are in Gotham for that fancy art gallery Clark is writing about. Did you have some time to meet us for lunch before the event?

Alfred: Oh, sorry, Pa, unfortunately, I have my hands full with the latest shenanigans of the children.

Pa: Oh? What happened?

Alfred: Master Dick, has discovered he is a father.

Pa shocked: Dick has kids?

Alfred: Yes, we believe they're from the same place as Mister Bart Allen.

Pa: Oh. That makes sense. How is Dick handling everything?

Alfred: Very well. He's ecstatic to be a father. It's his children who are....reluctant.

Pa: What do you mean?

Alfred: Hold on. Let me send you a picture of the children when Master Dick told them he was thier father.

Danny/Dan/Dani:

Pa: Well....they certainly resemble Dick. He looked the same when I asked him to help me birth a calf. How old are they?

Alfred: Master Dan is the oldest; he's twelve. Master Daniel is the middle one at ten, and Miss Danielle is the youngest at eight. They're sweet children, but they do not seem interested in being brought into the Waynes' home. They've negotiated with Master Bruce to get them rooms at the most expensive hotel in Gotham, in exchange for not running away. It took us months to even corner them.

Pa: Wow that sounds so stressful. I understand that your busy we could reschedule-

Ma taking the phone: Alfred, let Dick handle his kids. You deserve a day off. Join us for lunch, wine and dine at the art gallery with us and if the night goes well, let us get you naked between us.

Pa scandalized in the background: That's too forward!

Alfred: What time and where are we doing lunch?

Bruce sitting across from Alfred and overheard everything: Now Clark will know the pain of the butler dating one's parents. Let's see him laugh now. I hope he suffers.

Dick lying face down on the floor: My kids called me unnatural for being in shape, and now my grandpa is getting more action in one night than I've had in the past six months. This is it. My life has no more meaning.

[justreadalot]

Punishment - Batfam and reader

Have been reading batfam and reader stories.

There are a lot of cases when Y/N is told not to speak to anyone, and have been thinking, wouldn't a teenager take that to extreme? Or at least be annoying about it?

So example below.

Y/N knows about the Bats, gets on with everyone, will get out of their way in cases of emergency. Is not interested in joining them to be a bat.

—----

“That is enough Y/N!” Bruce yelled over your excuses on why your brothers are just as to blame as you are, for the latest verbal and throwing stuff fight. “Until I tell you otherwise, you are not to speak to your siblings.”

He paused at your delighted smile.

“Really? I didn't think that punishment was ever going to happen.” You grabbed your phone and opened a file. “Now what was the instructions if this happened?”

Bruce’s face was showing the ‘on no’ expression that parents, guardians and teachers wear when a teenager gets a ‘good or bright idea’.

“Now let's see, it's not a case that I am in danger nor a world-ending event, just a have-annoyed-parent-too-much event.”

“What are the instructions for a world-ending event?”

“Get to a safe place, report where you are to a safe person, stay silent until all clear is given.” You read out loud, “but that doesn't apply in this situation.”

“Right here it is, Step 1 - clarify rules.” You look up at Bruce, “am I allowed to answer questions from my siblings with yes, no, head nod or shake, thumbs up, thumbs down, shake hand meaning so so or shugg?”

“Yes.” said Bruce, sounding tired.

“Am I allowed to answer texts or group chat with yes, no, thumbs up, thumbs down or heart emoji?”

“Yes.” said Bruce, looking like he wanted to be anywhere else.

“Do you have an expected time frame on when this rule will expire?”

“No, just until I say so.”

“Ok, Step 2 - inform everyone of this punishment. I’ll do that by team chat, and advise if they need any explanations or answers beyond yes/no, to get you to get the information from me and you tell them.”

“What?”

“Hmm, Step 3 - follow the rules now, advise that you hear and will obey. Right father, I have heard you and will obey.”

You swept out of the office leaving silence behind you, reading the last step. Step 4 - time Bruce to see how long it takes for him to reverse the rule. Dick record is four hours. Good luck. Love Tim.

—--

Wayne group chat

Y/N : father has informed me that I am not to speak to any sibling until he says so, beyond yes and no, thumbs up/down 👍 👎 and ♥️. Please asked father what my answer is beyond those, thanks

Damian: really father? Why do you think this punishment will work, it has not worked well for anyone else

Dick: Y/N are you really going to obey this?

Y/N: yes

Bruce: Y/N stop that

Y/N: stop what father? I am obeying you. Also going to order a t-shirt tonight with the message ‘Am not allowed to talk to you, Yes/No Questions only please’’

Dick: can you order one of those for me too?

Stephanie: me too

Y/N : father, please inform my siblings that if anyone wants to add to my t-shirt order, can they please tell Tim their size and colour they want, for him to send to me as a list.

Bruce : ….

Tim: B, don't you have something to tell us?

Bruce: 😑 everyone, Y/N says if you also want a t-shirt, please tell Tim to add to a list and send to Y/N.

Tim: that makes sense, so if they miss any information, it would be easier for me to ask questions

Y/N: 👍

Stephanie : next games night, we should wear those t-shirts and make it a silent games night

Jason: next games night is tonight, that's too quick, Bruce you will need to be there incase we need info from Y/N

Y/N: 👍

Bruce: I have a meeting, unable to be there

Y/N: ☹️

Y/N: wait, am I allowed to do that for anyone else?

Bruce: I'll allow ☹️😊

Y/N: 😊, and I am sure everyone will just do twenty questions using yes/no answers tonight, any emergency questions, Dick can take your place asking me, is that alright?

Bruce: yes

Y/N: ❤️

Dick:👍

Tim: 👍

Stephanie: 👍

Duke: 👍

Damian: 👍

------

Bruce only lasted 24 hours before removing the rule off Y/N

The amount of questions and answers between Y/N and everyone else wore him down. Damian was especially annoying because he usually got Y/N to judge his drawings and advise what they especially likes in each one.

The next games night had a bet for who speaks first would lose. Dick lost.

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[bearcosmic]

Tim, walking into the Batcave and noticing everyone’s distraught appearance: What’s wrong?? Who died??

Stephanie: We have bad news Tim. You should sit down.

Tim: Oh shit did someone actually die?? Who was it this time?

Dick: Remember that civilian that we catch trailing after us every so often? The one who was involved in the Penguin incident awhile ago?

Tim: Oh. Clarissa O’Neal? What about her?

Damian: She was taken hostage by one of Black Masks henchmen. We didn’t make it in time to save her.

Tim: ? And that’s why you guys are so upset? C’mon guys lighten up, it’s movie night

Jason, getting visibly pissed: What the Fuck dude. A civilian we were close to fucking died because we didn’t make it in time

Dick: I know you didn’t like her much but show a bit of empathy Timmy. You usually take these situations seriously

Tim: I’ve been trying to kill her off for ages. Why would I be upset??

Steph: Tim you have 10 seconds to fix your attitude before i fix it for you

Jason: Since when do you take people’s lives so lightly? Dude you need to leave before I do something i regret.

Tim: I didn’t know you guys were so attached to her. I could revive her if you want, but honestly it’s more effort than it’s worth. And she was getting unwanted attention from the rogues so she had to go.

Damian: Revive?? Timothy what are you on about? And why are you saying that like you personally set up her demise?

Tim: Because I did? The planning for it took forever but I have to admit everything went a lot better than I was expecting.

Dick: TIM WHAT—

Jason: WHAT THE HELL—

Damian: MURDER? You?!

Steph, screaming over everyone else: WAIT SHUT UP

Steph: TIM NO YOU DID NOT

Steph: TIM DON’T TELL ME YOU DID IT AGAIN

Dick: Again?!? What are you talking about?!

Steph, laughing: Guys calm down. HE was Clarissa

Tim: You guys didn’t know??

Jason: HOW WERE WE SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT THE HISPANIC LOOKING WOMEN IN HER MID TWENTIES AND A CRIME ALLEY ACCENT WAS YOU

Dick: Tim i am THIS CLOSE to burning down your disguise room.

Damian: Timothy explain yourself

Tim: I had an undercover op that I needed a female field agent for a couple years ago to infiltrate penguins operations. Over time She became a bit too important and Black mask was threatening her. So I decided to kill her off. I got the info I needed already and it was becoming a bit of a drag keeping up appearances

Steph: You need to stop getting us emotionally invested in your aliases and then killing them off. This is the fourth time you did this to me. I’ll never forgive you for Alvin Draper, I still grieve him even though i know you’re alive!

Tim: YOU guys need to start recognizing me in disguise. Worlds greatest detectives MY ASS

Jason: DUDE YOU GAVE YOURSELF DOUBLE D’s WHY WOULD WE ASSUME THAT WAS YOU

Damian: My training in this area has been neglected. Timothy show me your disguise lair

Tim: Sure, after movie night. Let’s go

Dick: This is gonna bite us in the ass. Damian is already so good at impressions. We will never know if someone we are talking to is him or not

Tim: LMAO When i’m done with him? Yea everyone’s fucked

Steph: It’s gonna give Roger from American dad

Bruce from the corner: *Breathes a sigh of relief*

Bruce at the Batcomputer: *Sighs and moves Clarissa O’Neal from ‘Real Civilian Death’ folder to ‘Tim’s Fake Identities’ folder. Creates new folder labeled ‘Damian’s Fake Identities’

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Jason: I love this place. *shoves a peice of fudge in his mouth*

Dick: Let me try- *reaches out but gets his hand smacked* Ow! Stingy!

Jason: You have your own food. *eats more* Oh my God, I would marry whoever made this fudge!

Dani, popping up from seemingly nowhere: Really~? Because hes single!

Dick: *snorts loudly and chokes on his cake*

Jason: Woah-uh I was exagger-

Dan: Dani get over here and help me fill the display!

Dani: Make Danny do it! I'm trying to get him a boyfriend!

Jason: Wai-

Dan: He's making the Smith's 9 layer wedding cake! He's only one with the patience to decorate that monstrosity, you have to help me!

Dani: But Danny's going to be alone forever if I don't help him!

Tim: Wow. *munching on some chocolate-expresso candied popcorn*

Jason: Look, kid, what I said was just an exaggeration! I don't actually want to-

Danny: I heard yelling. *walks out of kitchen with flour on his apron, hot pink icing on his cheek, and really bad eye bags*

Jason: Ooooh wow *blinking rapidly*

Dan: Dani isn't helping me set up the display cases!

Danny: Okay, Dan, you don't have to get angry, deep breaths bro. And Dani, please help Dan? I'll give you an extra week off as soon as wedding season ends, I promise.

Dan: Fine.*starts doing some breathing exercises*

Dani, immediately cowed: Sorry Danny, I'll get to work.

Danny: Thanks. *gives her a greatful smile before heading back into the kitchen.*

Dani: Sorry for bothering you sir-

Jason: Whats his name? His phone number? How do I get to know that God of a man?!

Dani: *shoots Dan a smug look* Well~

Dan: Oh great. *rolls his eyes*

[written-in-the-sky]

This could go great with the fanon idea of Jason as a great baker/stress baking! Maybe Danny could use an extra set of hands…

I don’t have the spoons today to make it in fanfic format but here’s some ideas anyway

Danny and Jason who haven’t gotten to go on a date yet since wedding season has been so busy and Jason knows better than to toss something else on Danny’s plate right now but Jason has been planning the best first date ever since the first moment he saw Danny. The planning has slowly expanded as he’s learned more about Danny and also done some light (only light to a Bat) cyber-stalking.

Jason in the kitchen staring longingly at Danny who is locked in on decorating.

Jason bringing Danny a special recipe of his own, maybe from his childhood before the Batfam™️ or maybe from Alfred

Jason and Danny venting about the responsibilities that were thrust upon them (without giving away either person’s vigilante past/present)

Jason coming in early to take some of the load off of Danny and Danny finally notices the kind, gorgeous hunk of a man he’s been working with.

Jason slotting into Danny’s family perfectly. Dan and Jason helping each other work through their anger issues, swapping healthy anger management techniques. Jason bringing Dani in on pranks on his family, letting her just be a kid sometimes.

Before Danny and Jason get together, while they’re both still just pining away, Jazz comes to visit and she sees this man that is clearly now an integral part of their family. Jazz ships it.

Jason who now has a second family regardless of whether or not things work out with Danny. Jason who is loved unconditionally here and has finally found his people.

Danny who is loved for exactly who he is by both his family and Jason. Danny who finally has more help and knows he doesn’t have to take on everything on his own.

I just think they would be perfect for each other.

[papayafromtv]

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 67 (masterpost here) this is the longest one ive ever done oh my god

Dick: he takes it like a champ, which is honestly- it's made my respect for him go up more than literally any of the badass Batman shit he's ever done.

Jason: oh, a hundred percent. like, especially considering how egotistical he used to be? Bruce has become completely numb to us being bitches about him.

Dick: i guess it's different because, like, i mean it's more ironic now, right? i mean we used to fucking hate him, and it came through in the way we mocked him. it was malicious.

Jason: *audible wince* yeah buddy we had issues,

Dick: *wheeze* we had- we had issues. but now it's more like... us talking about how messy of a family we are is more a way of acknowledging how far we've all come, you know? it's therapeutic. bonding.

Jason: *crooning* aw, how sweet. *laugh* which of your therapists came up with that shit?

Dick: *laugh* it's good for you, man! i'm telling you, the guy i have is good. and he knows our identities, so we don't have to hold back. you should try it.

Jason: yeah, no, i'm happy for you, but i got my therapy right here.

*slight pause*

Dick, dry: that's a gun.

Jason: *cackle* look, i ain't in denial, i know my issues. talking stuff out just isn't my deal. you know i operate different to you and Bruce.

Dick: *hum* you do you, i guess. he worked for Bruce though, as far as i'm aware B still sees him.

Jason: *abrupt snort* you two share a therapist? that's fuckin' adorable.

Dick, snickering: listen- listen, it was a whole thing! i told him if he was gonna try it out he had to do it properly; let go of his control issues and actually look for help, so i made him see my guy because then he's seeing somebody who already has a picture of who he is from another perspective--he couldn't manipulate the narrative.

Jason: smart, corner the fucker.

Dick: yeah, but again--took it like a champ.

Jason: was there a moment for you where you could tell that like--'oh he's actually fucking trying, he might not be as shit as we thought'.

Dick: *snort* the grand moment of realisation of 'ah shit, he actually is just a guy as well, isn't he?'

Jason: *slight wheeze* the moment- the moment of- *snort* 'fuck i've been bullying somebody in the same boat as me'.

Dick: GOD, *cackle* yes, oh dude you have no idea, there were so many moments,

Jason: it's- it's weird, right? to be like, maybe we don't have to hate each other as much as we do?

Dick: yeah, -but it's like, part of it right? to make the realisation that you can be a victim of circumstance while also being an asshole that contributes to the problem?

Jason: *click* oh yeah, completely. you gotta get to the point where you can accept that it can be true that you have a shit life largely due to the actions of somebody else, while it also being true that- that the person at fault, is only at fault because they themselves have been fucked over in life and they just haven't had the clarity or opportunity to fix themselves from it before.

Dick: *grunt* yeah, parents--or peers, i guess. peers can wrong you without being bad people. we're all just... shitty people, trying to figure out how not to be shitty to those further down the line. sometimes we manage it, sometimes we don't. doesn't make us evil, just makes us... works in progress.

Jason: *hums*

*a few beats of silence*

Dick: Jace if you don't fucking offer me some damn alcohol right now-,

Jason: *instant cackling* chill- chill i got a case in the fridge, you can go get it.

Dick: and if i open the window to go get it i'm not gonna get ass-fucked by your deranged loa version of home security?

Jason: what do i- do i look stupid? why would i have security on while hanging out on my own fucking fire escape?

*shifting, wood sliding*

Dick: well i dunno, you're weird sometimes,

Jason: fuck off. and grab the whole case will you? bring it out, i don't wanna go in any time soon.

*clinking*

Dick: sir yes sir. *slight grunt* so, *sigh* what was your moment?

Jason: what- my Bruce moment?

Dick: yeah. i mean- i assume Damian living with him had something to do with it, but what was the moment that made you realise he wasn't as bad as we made him out to be during the golden era?

Jason: *bottle uncapping* *clink* don't laugh.

Dick: *already amused* why would i laugh?

Jason: ...it was when he hit me in the face with the batarang.

*two seconds of silence*

Dick: *snort*

Jason: ok fuck you-

Dick: no- sorry, how the fuck-

Jason: it was complicated-

Dick: he slit your throat and you were like 'yeah that man's on a self improvement journey'.

Jason: *instant cackle* no- let me be clear, it wasn't the fact that he threw a batarang at my face, it was just the overall interaction in general.

Dick: jesus. how fucking good was this conversation that he literally almost killed you with his own hands and you still walked away like 'good chat dad, see you on thanksgiving'?

Jason: no the real question is- *wheeze* real question is how low was the fucking bar,

Dick: *loud laughter* *high-pitched, between weeping* what did he say-?

Jason: he apologised.

Dick: *long excited gasp* you're fucking kidding.

Jason: yeah- but like. in a weirdly mature way? that's what fucking caught me off guard.

Dick: i thought you hated it when he apologised for not killing the Joker?

Jason: that's what caught me off guard! because he didn't apologise for that, he apologised because- ok so basically,

Dick: *snort* oh here we go.

Jason: -shut the fuck up, we're at my place post-patrol and we're drinking alcohol, of course we're gonna psychoanalyze our interactions and history with Bruce- anyway, we’re on the roof, i’ve got a gun on Joker and i’m basically telling him that he either kills the Joker or i do, and if he doesn’t want Joker to die then he has to kill me,

Dick: this is the first time you’ve properly told me this story,

Jason: yeah- well obviously B has his whole no kill thing so he’s being a little bitch about it, that’s expected, and so i put the gun to Joker’s head and start countin’ down from three. and before i can actually do anythin’, he tears up and starts apologising.

Dick: god tier distraction technique.

Jason: -yeah, i- *wheeze*

Dick: *snickering* look i’m just saying-

Jason: no- yeah, fair enough. anyway i started yelling about like, how i didn’t give a fuck that he didn’t get to the warehouse in time back in Ethiopia, bla bla bla, yeah? and he stops me mid-sentence. and he goes ‘no Jason, i’m not sorry that i didn’t save you in time back then, and i’m not sorry that i didn’t kill the Joker, i’m not going to apologise for that and my opinions will not change.’

*silent pause*

Jason: …and i’m like. the caucacity of this bitch.

Dick: *wheezes* *slapping sounds, grating of metal*

Jason: don’t fuckin- break my outdoor chairs,

Dick: *still wheezing* the caucacity- no that’s insane! he actually said that?

Jason: word for word- *slightly offended* by the way? thanks for outing my fucking civilian name to the Joker, you fucking asshole.

Dick: *loses it again*

Jason: -guess the no-names-in-the-mask rule is only important when you want it to be, huh?

Dick: so what- *snort* what was he apologising for?

Jason: well that was what freaked me out. because suddenly Batman left the roof and in his place was this fuckin- well adjusted man, who was willing to make himself emotionally vulnerable in public. and he proceeds to tell me that he wasn’t sorry for the Joker shit, but he was sorry that he didn’t provide a safe enough environment at home, because maybe if he’d actually stepped up as a father figure then i wouldn’t have felt the need to go to Ethiopia the way i did in the first place.

*three seconds of silence*

Dick, awed: *stage whispering* he admitted it?!

Jason: OUT OF NOWHERE.

Dick: hoooly-

Jason: *indignant* YEAH. YEAH MAN. I’M FUCKIN’ STANDING THERE ON THE OTHER END OF THIS ROOF LIKE SINCE WHEN DO YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO DO THAT.

Dick: *cackle* *John Mulaney impression* the Bruce admitted to his faults in an open and honest emotional conversation? i didn’t know he knew how to do that.

Jason: *instant wheeze* ex- *cough* -ACTLY! *cough* anyway, obviously my face is like- i look fucking baffled, because what? and i think he thought i didn’t understand what he meant? and so he said- and i’ll never fucking forget what he said, he said this word for word,

Dick: *drink sloshing* *prompting hum*

Jason: he goes ‘when i took you in, i promised to take up the responsibilities of being your guardian, and i remember the night that i told you that, you looked at me with nothing but distrust.’ and he tells me, ‘you didn’t believe that i’d be there for you, and you didn’t believe that you could rely on me; as a guardian, or a parent, or a father.’ and then he looked me in the eyes as he was actively tearing up, and he told me, ‘the biggest mistake i’ve ever made in my life was living up to those expectations of me, because you were right not to think i would do it, and the biggest thing that broke my heart about your death was the realisation that i never let you feel safe around me.’

Dick: *slow whistle* yeah, that would have gotten me. i’d have cried.

Jason: *stage whispering* right? completely fucking took the wind out of my rage-sails, i had no idea what to do. *louder* I WILL SAY- i will say, that it was at that point that the Joker started looking kind of uncomfortable, which was-

Dick: *wheeze*

Jason: which was- *also wheezing* the best thing ever. *high-pitched, snickering* like- fuck me, i didn't think it was possible for the Joker to feel awkward about anything, but man, that dipshit did not fuckin' wanna be there,

Dick: oh my god, this is incredible. that has to be like- Bruce Wayne, the only man in the universe with the ability to make the Joker uncomfortable with his feelings.

Jason: yeah, so i was like... reeling. because all of a sudden B was telling me everything i'd wanted to hear from him since he'd bloody adopted me, and on top of that he started telling me about how he 'knew that he couldn't fix the time he'd already lost, but he would always be available if i ever wanted to try and build anything new', and,

Dick: OH MY GOD HE TOLD ME THAT- HE TOLD ME THAT LIKE SIX MONTHS AFTER YOU DIED. HE- he called me at seven in the morning to tell me that he loved me, wished he'd been better at showing it back when it mattered, and was going to try and tell me it more in the future.

Jason, snorting: first thing in the morning is wild.

Dick: dude i was hung over. i threw up. on call. he thought he'd killed me.

Jason: *bursts out laughing* fuckin'- it almost killed me on that roof.

Dick: right- yeah, ok, i wanna get back to that. because how the fuck does B using this opportunity to update you on his journey through self-improvement and therapy somehow turn into him throwing a literal knife at your neck?

Jason: *dismissive* ahhh, well, bless his little heart, he's not gonna get everything right first try, is he?

Dick: *snickering* Jason,

Jason: ok, ok. so- ok so basically,

Dick: *wheeze*

Jason: *smacking noise* FUCK OFF. you have to understand that my main goal when i orchestrated that whole scenario was like... a complete unstable mixture of like five various points i wanted to make at the same time. like- i was losing it, to the point where Damian told me afterwards he'd been considering asking Ra's about pulling me in for another pit-dip because he thought something might be wrong with me.

Dick: *amused* you were- you were having a slight menty-b,

Jason: *wheeze* a slight menty-b, yeah. so- part of it was i wanted to see if Bruce would kill the Joker for me, part of it was just wanting to see if he even cared; part of it was to make sure Damian would be safe with him, and part of it... i guess...

*drink sloshing*

Jason: don't freak out, but i guess part of it was a subconscious attempt at just... getting something to kill me.

Dick: ...something?

Jason: yeah- like it wasn't a thought out attempt, i wasn't thinking of it as a suicide attempt; but i think i was specifically trying to make the whole situation as fucked as possible because i wanted something to just... put me down. whether that be the Joker, or me, or Bruce, or a bomb, y'know? like... my mind was such a mess in that moment that i was just too tired to think about making it off that roof alive.

Dick: *drink slosh* *calm hum*

*a beat of silence*

Jason: like- i'm fine now, but there have been hard moments, you know?

*another beat of silence*

Dick: ...you, fuckin'... you are one special little gem, you know that Jace?

Jason: *indignant snort* fuckin' what? *chuckle* what's that supposed to mean?*

Dick, amused: it means, dumbshit, that i know for a fucking fact you fought with every fucking fibre of your being to make it out of that warehouse, to make it out alive, because you did not want the Joker to kill you. i know that, you've told me about that,

Jason, already amused: yuh-huh,

Dick: -so as much as it sucks to hear that there have been points where my baby brother has wanted to off himself, there is a morbidly fascinated part of me that is listening to this, like, imagine having the audacity to fight that fucking hard to survive, so hard that god apparently fucking listened to you, brought you back, and you came back alive just like, 'mmm, this is more hassle than i thought actually, nevermind'.

Jason: *soft wheeze* hey- hey now-

Dick: -like i know i'm being insensitive but that is SO wild to me-,

Jason: *wheezes again* oh my god- see, this is so much funnier than therapy.

Dick: yeah, i'll agree to that, it's less sensitive when it's outside of a therapist's office.

Jason: *approving grunt* well, anyway, i did actually have a bomb on the roof, so that was my final back-up plan. if shit went down the drain, just blow everything up, y'know?

Dick: you took a bomb? like a grenade?

Jason: no like a proper one, remote detonated and stuck to the inside of the building. it would have taken out the whole thing, killed us all in one fell swoop. the only problem was, i didn't want B to know i had a bomb, so i couldn't have the detonator on me, right?

Dick, slightly confused: right...?

Jason: so- *slight laugh* so i got this guy, right? this guy named Micheal.

Dick: the fuck is Micheal.

Jason: Micheal is one of my workers, and he has no fucking friends whatsoever. runs accounts for me because he's such a nerd, and i think he's chill so i occasionally invite him out for drinks with me and my main guys, right?

Dick: *confused hum*

Jason: i am the only reason Micheal has a job or a social life, and i am the only person he speaks to outside of cashiers and women who hate him on onlyfans. Micheal therefore recognises that he owes me his life and adores me, to the point where he will do anything for me without question, and will shut up about anything he hears with a hundred percent success rate, no matter what.

Dick: *snort* ok?

Jason: my point is, i couldn't have the detonator on me for risk of B somehow seeing it and planning around it. so, i had Micheal on my private com line with the detonator, hidden a whiles away and waiting for me to give the command to blow us all up because he's the only one i trusted to keep his fucking mouth shut. are you with me?

Dick: you had some random fucking loser pervert-

Jason: I *clap* DID *clap* NOT *clap* THINK *clap* I *clap* WOULD *clap* MAKE *clap* IT *clap* OFF *clap* THAT *clap* ROOF *clap* ALIVE.

Dick: *audibly trying not to laugh* ri- right, ok, go- go on,

Jason: so this entire fucking conversation, my identity, my daddy issues, Batman crying; Micheal is hearing all of this shit, right? and he's waiting for me to give him a signal about this bomb because i'd told him that if a certain amount of time on that rooftop passed without anything happening, that he should just blow it up anyway. but now things have changed, because B is for some reason being reasonable which means now maybe i shouldn't kill us all in a murder suicide, right?

Dick: *incredulous cackle* right,

Jason: so i'm fuckin' crying, Batman's fuckn' crying, Joker's startin' ta avert his eyes like he did not think this was how this interaction was supposed to go,

Dick: *laugh*

Jason: -and all of a sudden Micheal starts sayin' some shit in my ear; except i can't fuckin' hear him properly because i wasn't expectin' us to be having any two-way conversations so i've got my com turned all the way down, so, suddenly remembering i should probably tell him not to blow us up, i reach my hand up to adjust my com and ask him what's up. yeah?

Dick: right,

Jason: but i'm also restraining Joker, so i have to use the hand holding the gun to do it. and the safety's still off, and i'm not wearing my helmet, and it's an awkward angle n shit, right?

Dick: *disappointed* oh my god,

Jason: and- *slight wheeze* B told me ages afterwards what happened from his perspective, which was that he saw his crying son in the middle of a slight menty-b lift a gun to the side of his head with no safety and start fiddling with his fingers--as if about to press the trigger and do a whole-ass suicide,

Dick: oh my GOD,

Jason: yeah- *amused* and i guess the tears were obstructing his vision, so he says that he panicked and tried to hit the gun out of my hand and fuckin' missed, right? but from my perspective, my dad just told me he was sorry for the first time in his life and then shot me in the neck as if he needed to destroy all evidence of the incident,

Dick: *wheeze*

Jason: so now my mind's in a fuckin' frenzy, i'm dying possibly, and i'm really pissed off because WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?

Dick: *more wheezing, gasping for air* oh my god-,

Jason: so, deciding i need to fuckin' recoup and consider the events of the evening, i shoved the Joker at him, jumped off the edge of the building, and told Micheal to blow that shit to high heaven to distract him so i could get away.

Dick: and you just left?!?!

Jason: yeah man, went home and called Ra's--needed somebody to complain about my daddy issues too. it was fine though, he got me medical attention. and after that i guess B told you and Tim that i was alive, Damian started settling into Gotham a little more, and my mind cleared up enough that i realised i should probably like... fucking calm down or something, because clearly my opinion of Bruce is slightly skewed and i needed to retcon that shit.

Dick, snickering: retcon--wait, what happened with the Joker, i thought you killed him on the roof?

Jason: *hum* mmmnope, i ain't kill him. i think B put him back in Arkham like usual after that night. *drink sloshing*

Dick: i swear i thought he died that night- actually, where the fuck is he then?! hold on, hold on how am i just noticing this, where the fuck has the Joker been for the past three years if you didn't kill him? i just assumed you'd got him?!

Jason, casual: no i didn't get him. he is dead though. died two weeks after.

Dick: you got him two weeks after?

Jason: nah, i didn't get him.

Dick: the fuck got him?

Jason: Damian did, dude.

*a beat*

Dick, supremely indignant: sorry?

Jason: yeah- Bruce doesn't know it was Day though, the kid made it look like a heart attack or something, i think.

Dick: *awed* Damian got him? two weeks after the rooftop incident?

Jason: *casual* yeah--cause he came to visit me to check that i hadn't like, completely gone insane, and obviously he was like 'the fuck happened to your neck?' so i had to take him a whiles out of Gotham and tell him what happened with Bruce-,

Dick: why'd you take him out of Gotham for that?

Jason: because if he was in the vicinity of B at that moment he would have shot him in the face.

Dick: ...ok yeah fair enough. without the emotional context it is kind of wild.

Jason: exactly; but anyway- after he calmed down and i took him back to my apartment he told me that 'this clown shit was way more hassle than it fucking should be' and then he disappeared for like, eight hours. he came back through my window at like six am and just told me 'there, now you can all shut up about it', and i just... made the executive decision not to ask questions. i was goin through all this new mental health journey shit, y'know? other things to worry about.

Dick: fucking hell,

Jason: yeah. *drink sloshing* 'hacked into the Arkham records the next morning and he'd been quietly confirmed as dead and cremated, so that was that i guess.

*a few beats* *drink sloshing*

Dick: ...i guess i always thought that... that like... his death would be more dramatic, you know? that it would be a victory. did you not want something more satisfying?

Jason: *non-committal hum* i mean... maybe a little bit at first? but honestly the perspective i landed on was that... he sucked. like- his one thing was being a clown, right? it was his one passion; all he wanted was to be well known, and to be funny. so there's a part of me that thinks the best possible end for that guy is for him to die quietly, meaninglessly, in a completely boring, background, unnoticeable way, to the point where nobody even realises he's dead. like. do you know how fucking offended he'd be if he knew nobody knew--or cared--that he was dead? it makes me very happy to think about.

*stretch of silence*

Dick: that's such a god-tier take, actually. i take it all back.

Jason: right?

Dick: Damian's a fucking genius.

Jason: mmhmm. like father like son, am i right?

Dick: *chuckle* yea- wait, huh?

Jason: oh- *snort* no, i'm not complimenting B, i mean me.

Dick: oh, *chuckle* yeah,

*a beat*

Dick: wait, what?

Jason: what?

Dick: what do you mean 'like father like son'?

Jason: ...d'i not tell you about that?

Dick: eh-?

Jason flatly: just drink your beer.

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpxdc AU: Damian decides that it’s time to go collect his brother from his assignment. Danny is starting to sniff out some non-ghostly bullshit for once.

Damian knew his twin had been exiled from the age of seven, banished to travel and observe how scientists around the world engaged with Lazarus water. The only word that Damian received that his spare was still alive were the letters of lab reports and findings that were sent back to base. As the Heir, he’s pushed to be better lest he himself be exiled or simply executed. Danny becomes a fleeting thought and then once Damian arrived in Gotham, a none existent thought.

They weren’t raised to be friends or even friendly. The were not taught codependency or allotted time to bond. The could have been perfect strangers if not for their appearance and the stories of Danny’s shortcomings becoming Damian’s praise.

It’s only once Tim informs him of an intercepted letter, one sent and saved from years prior, that Damian recalls Danny enough to care. Tim prompts him to share more, especially given the coup recently committed by Deathstroke (Slade) and Talia gone into hiding with her zealots.

At family dinner that night Damian supplies: “I suppose I should be the one to bereave my twin of his assignment. His reports will certainly go unread.”

Chaos in the Batfam ensues- meanwhile across the country- Danny sneezes and finishes writing his yearly report: “No major discoveries aside from public record patents (attached), No assistance required. -Spare”. He doesn’t know why he bothers, he hasn’t received any contact from his mother or grandfather since he was 10ish and certainly hasnt thought about his twin. But, if there’s a chance (even an itty bitty one) that his reports are being read and are holding off his reassignment, he’d rather keep assassins out of Amity Park.

Little does he know that this letter is about to be intercepted by Pru, former assassin and friend of Tim Drake. He hadn’t expected his twin to suddenly arrive and tell him that his job was done. And certainly, seeing a plane filled with an uncomfortable looking ‘family’ that requested he join them and get to know Gotham and his birth father, was not on his bingo list.

Danny does his best to let them down gently- and they seem to be accepting that he’s acclimated to this weird little town and will leave him be- when Danny suddenly has to transform into Phantom in front of them to handle a rocket sent by Skulker.

They are less willing to accept his appeal to be left alone after that… Damian is trying to “bond” with him and all the others are trying to “help” in their own way.

Sam and Tucker howl with laughter at Danny’s suddenly very large family- all while secretly working with the Wayne’s to get Danny the fuck away from the Fentons before the scientists do something they can’t undo.

[starscreamlover]

[yetanothergreyjedi]

Nature vs nurture: a question regarding behavior; is it genetics or environment that shapes a person's personality? Identical twins, two people with identical genetics, are often thought to be the answer to solving such a question. However, in this case, identical twins with near identical upbringings... How could they be so different?

One 6 year old met every challenge with ferocity, he could defend against opponents 4 times his age, he hit his targets with deadly precision... but his brother... At best he could be considered average. With every challenge, the gaps between them increased, identical twins becoming easy to differentiate by their manor... with the elder (as far as they could tell, but surely the heir was the elder) taking pity on the younger, mischief began to blossom.

A solution was needed. Killing the younger

would be a waste, and might seed disent in the older. Returning one to their father without the other... it would only give him the knowledge to steal both children. The threat of pain and the promise of reward did nothing for the child's capabilities.

Then one lesson led to a question.

"How does it work?" The younger had asked about waters that raised the dead to life.

And their teacher remembered.

Madeline Walker had been a researcher, a soon-to-be scientist. Several years ago she had reached out to the Shadows to propose a solution to a different problem. They had tested her and her capabilities and eventually traded a vile of liquid for the results of the proposed experiment.

Unknown to them, the vile had been swapped out in a moment of carelessness. The experiment failed, and the results failed to be of use.

Madeline had not given up, and had managed to recreate a small amount of the tainted waters, she'd dubbed it ectoplasm.

Her research was too important to harm her, and her own and her husband's ramblings about the afterlife kept anyone credible from sponsoring them.

It had been assumed their association with such hazardous material would destroy them. But years later, they still walked the same path.

So when the child asked "How does it work?"

They responded, "How would you like to find out?"

---

Danny didn't bother with the hazmat suit. The sixteen year old rarely did anymore, and his parents had stopped pushing the issue after he'd called it "ranch 2" and dipped his tater-tots on one fateful 3am morning.

He swirled the glowing green flask, watching as the impurities collected at the bottom. He'd filter them out, then dilute the energized ectoplasm until it was at human safe levels. Then, he would pass it on to Tucker for his battery project.

He would record the steps for Tucker, and he would not pass them along to the League.

What he would pass on to the League remained a question. 2 years ago he'd sat in front of this portal with a pen in a quivering hand and wrote the biggest lie of his life on a page that was sent on and probably read then burned. They probably read his updates, right?

At this rate it was probably better if they didn't. That lie had compounded. The league could be building supersoldiers and superweapons and superfoods and probably could be vacationing in the afterlife if he'd written a third of what had happened in the past 2 years. It was stupid of him. He didn't regret it.

Maybe if they'd bothered to say 'hi' in the 10 years he'd been away he'd feel more guilty about the betrayal. He snorted. Betrayal. It was what they'd call it, he was sure. But there would've had to be some loyalty owed now wouldn't there?

"You're up early," his mom moved to her workstation. It was 8:23 am on a Saturday. It was way too early.

"Report day," That was supposed to be a secret, but he'd missed one of the monthly reports when he was 8, and no one had come for him. He'd been a little distraught at the time.

"Oh, have you decided what you're going to tell them?"

"Ideally, nothing... but that will be a mess when someone checks in." When, eventually, someone checks in. Because they had too eventually right? But they wouldn't. They hadn't when monthly reports became bi-monthly, then quarterly, then biannually... he was at yearly reports now, he wasn't willing to push that boundary. Pain if they checked and different pain if they didn't. Mom lowered her goggles to give him a knowing look.

Danny sighed.

"Maybe tell them some progress was made and don't specify?"

"Because they'd expect me to specify if it was important... it'd look like I was fishing for a follow up." It wasn’t like he hadn’t done that before. "That could work,"

She gave him a sad smile. "Pizza for dinner? Sam and Tucker could come over?"

"Sure... thanks Mom,"

---

"Damian."

"Drake. What do you want?" He might've said that with more venom than necessary, but he was clearly busy. Finepoint ink drawings were tedious, but well worth the effort.

"I intercepted a League missive. Looks like an older code, figured it be faster to let you look at it."

Ah, a lovely backhanded compliment; an older code, implying that the newer codes would be too difficult for him to crack while genuinely respecting that Damian's knowledge of older League codes is better. He sighs and reaches for it, if only to give his eyes a break from the thin lines.

He recognizes the code immediately. "Tt."

"Well?"

"It has occurred to me that I should have thought to bring this up much sooner."

Drake's eyebrows went up, and Damian frantically searched for a more tactful way to start this conversation. If there was, his mind did not find it in time.

"My twin brother."

---

They had booked the flight to Illinois before Damian had finished explaining. He hadn’t known enough to fill the drive to the airfield, guilt and hollow sorrow on his face.

"I don't know how I forgot him..." his son had whispered, and Bruce had to fight down emotions of his own. Damian had been six years old, it had likely been traumatic and if there'd been orders not to speak of him Ras would've been ruthless about enforcing such a rule. It wasn't Damian's fault, and Bruce would not let himself blame him.

"You remembered now. That's what's important."

Damian nodded, but clearly didn't feel any less guilty. Bruce didn't think there was anything he could say that would help right now. And fortunately Tim had found a suitable distraction.

"I've got our cover story. So FentonWork's apparently has..."

---

Danny ducked upstairs after giving his best friend supportive thumbs up. The Wayne's were about Tucker's battery, and he was going to do great!

Danny... technically didn't need to be hiding, but attention from famous people was probably bad for his cover, and he had no idea if the murdered family members still cared about that. Besides, Tucker had done most of the work, Danny had mostly just dealt with the extra-dimensional hazards to prevent potential lab accidents.

This was a perfect opportunity to work on some out of lab projects. He picked a wall in the upstairs hallway and grabbed a knife that was definitely not designed for cutting boxes. He would never intentionally harm a box that is just the name of the type of blade, he has no idea why they call it that so go away Boxey! And sets to work.

It's maybe about 10 minutes before someone starts up the stairs. Danny tries not to sigh. People get nosey about FentonWorks, they have a saucer on their roof, he gets it. But they really could just wait until after his friend's presentation and ask.

They stopped at the top of the stairs, gasping quietly, then just staring at him.

"Hi." Danny deadpanned, not bothering to look at the person.

"Hello... what are you doing?"

"Carving weird pictures into the drywall." He wasn't concerned about them seeing the protective symbols. They wouldn't be of any use without ectoplasmic material and he was going to wait until these guys left to use the Fenton Plaster.

"...why?"

"Ghosts." Danny answered, 84% truthful. It would also help keep unwanted eyes off of the building, assuming his Grandfather didn't have some magical counter.

"...Danny?"

Danny rolled his eyes at the wall before turning to look at the guy, why his parents had to introduce— He froze. His own face stared back at him. He shifted his grip on the cutter very carefully. "Damian."

1st and 2nd mistakes. It was one of many rules that had been drilled into him before he had been allowed to go on assignment. Damian was the heir, he was not. He was not to address his brother by name, only by title and with proper respect. He'd been careful in every letter, but he'd already been flippant and—

Damian smiled; not the cruel smile of someone justified to cause harm, but the soft sad smile of someone who'd missed him. "Danny... I... we're here to retrieve you..."

"Oh." Oh no. "For any particular purpose?"

"The Fenton's have had ten years without progress... there's no reason you need to stay if..."

Don't panic. Don't panic. This is good. They have no reason to suspect the battery is ectoplasmic, they'd locked down the sensitive projects as soon as they'd realized they'd have visitors. Damian and... his team? Were the Wayne's in Grandfather's pocket? There was no way they would know about the portal. It was locked and hidden behind the false wall. Damian was here to get him because they'd realized the mission was pointless. That was... that was fine. His cover, to their knowledge, was intact. There was no reason to hurt his friends or family(His "family." Remember the quotes around the biological relatives and their allies) If he played along it would protect them.

"Are... am I to inform the Fenton's?" He'd tuck his phone between his lung and ribcage. He'd tell them when it was safe too.

---

Damian should've gone about this a different way. Danny was waiting for orders and he didn’t know how to backtrack. He'd meant it to be a rescue, but Danny was holding the box-knife like a lifeline. "Informing them or not... that is your decision... We'll be heading to Gotham."

Danny nodded and slowly got to his feet. He should've offered a hand to help him up! Damian did not think of it until his brother was already too close to standing for it to be of use.

They stared at each other.

"Do you have anything you'd like to pack?"

[mutable-manifestation]

"Do you have anything you would like to pack?" his little brother, who he hasn't seen in a decade, asks with an affected hesitance.

A test. But when isn't it with the League?

He remembers that well enough, tests upon tests upon tests. Every breathe a test, every step an evaluation, every blink a quiz and he failed and failed and failed until they cast him aside like yesterday's garbage.

But Danny had planned for this eventuality. Had planned and planned and planned until his back-up plans had back-up plans, with his parents - the ones that had actually cared for him - and his sister throwing in suggestions and revisions along the way.

With the acquisition of his ghost powers the plans got all the simpler.

It would only take a short time back with the League to get a lay of the land and chose a primary plan. A quick text to his mirror-born and she'd have a fake body ready to swap with him at the drop of a hat.

So he pasted on a stoic expression and gave a simple "No."

'Aren't I a good little soldier,' he let his body language scream for him. 'Look how well I've avoided making any attachments! Look how eternal my loyalty to the League burns, that a decade with a loving family has not swayed me in the slightest. I'll leave all behind, o' Demon's Heir, for I am at your command. Nothing has changed. There is no need to be alarmed. I am just another League asset ready for reassignment.'

His brother's gaze flicked to the box cutter and Danny swiftly closed and stowed in on his person in a way that, to Damian, must have screamed "I haven't kept up with my weapons practice since I got here and would still lose to 6-year-old you."

He swallowed back the conflicted feelings - humiliation at how he must look, jealousy at his brother's prowess that had undoubtedly only improved in their time apart, relief that he hadn't had to keep up with said practice, warring joy and fear that the League had finally come back for him, grief and anticipation that this was likely the last time he'd ever see his brother or any of the League ever again - and kept vicious hold of his neutral expression.

His brother nodded, an awkward expression Danny couldn't place the purpose of marring his face as he turned back down the stairs.

Like a loyal dog shadow, Danny followed.

---

It was quite the struggle for Danny to keep his emotions in check upon seeing the entirety of the Wayne family sat in his living room.

There was shock, sure, but primarily disappointment. First Lex, then Vlad, and now even Brucie Wayne. Danny would appreciate it if billionaires could stop being genuinely evil for five seconds, thanks.

Every single one of them glance up at the pair as they enter the living room, and Tucker pauses his speech to look over his shoulder.

Danny lets his expression return to normal before Tucker can see him - he loves his friends, but they'd all agreed that Sam and Tucker didn't have the emotional control to avoid giving anything away, and given that Danny left at six, any kind of attempt at a code phrase was just as likely to give away the game.

When and if the League came for him, they'd decided, Danny would disappear on his own, and text them when Operation: Death 2 (the two was added after his first death) was complete and he was on his way home.

The League would simply see it as him playing along to maintain cover until they were well and truly gone.

"Wow, I already thought you guys looked a lot alike but seeing you standing side-by-side is way trippy," Tucker says, eyes flicking between them.

Danny could practically hear the unspoken "Did Bruce Wayne also decide to clone you???"

For his part, Danny just snorts.

"Everyone in the world has, like, 7 look-a-likes Tuck. Sometimes they meet."

"It be like that sometimes," Tucker nods sagely.

"It really do," Danny grins back, before turning to the other guests. "Anyway, sorry for interrupting your little expo here, I'm just headed out to the shed, don't mind me."

"I shall assist," Damian says. It isn't unexpected, he doubts the Demon's Heir cares about a battery - not when he doesn't know it's made of Lazarus water, at least.

"I'd appreciate it, if it's not too much trouble," Danny smiles, all midwestern charm as he nods and opens the door for the both of them.

His expression drops back to complete neutrality once the door is closed, and voices pick up again inside. Luckily, the curtains are shut, so Tucker won't see him ignore the shed completely and return his empty gaze to his brother, just another drone awaiting orders.

His brother freezes as he turns to catch the expression.

"The shed?" he asks.

Danny doesn't hesitate, though he doesn't understand why Damian asks when he should know.

"An excuse, keeping Foley in the dark will allow more time for exfiltration. Given you are here as a civilian, it is important to confuse the timeframes."

Left unsaid is that they could just kill Tucker, but that would be even more suspicious.

He lets his eyes flick to the dark car parked on the curb leadingly.

Damian finally moves to the vehicle. They spend the next 20 minutes in stoic, awkward silence hidden behind tinted windows. He honestly can't believe it's taking them this long to give an excuse to leave.

---

The first thing Tim notices about Damian 2 - Danny, he reminds himself - is the eyes. If the two of them wore the same clothes, it would be the eyes alone that distinguished them, the vibrant blue a stark contrast to Damian's own dark green.

The next thing he notices is the emotion. Or rather, the lack thereof.

When Damian first came to the Wayne's he was a vicious thing, primary emotions being: fury and stabby.

Danny just look dead. A statue wouldn't been more lifelike stood next to him.

Then, as the young inventor they'd used as a cover story began to turn, he melted to life, all charming smiles and amused quirks of the lips and friendly banter. It would've been a relief to see him turn out so normal if not for that empty, empty expression he'd had not moments before.

Instead, they saw the interaction for what it was - Danny had grow up a spy, and just like Damian had thrown his all into murder, Danny had throw his all into spying, until everything he was - his expressions, his emotions, his body language, every aspect of communication down to the last detail - was exactly what he wanted it to be.

Meeting in any other circumstance, Tim would've taken him for just another Clark-type in the making. He was the perfect actor.

How long had he waited here, Tim wondered, molding himself into this for just a scrap of attention from the League? And after a full decade, how much of the real Danny was left?

---

As it turned out, Tucker Foley's design actually had quite a lot of promise. It made Tim feel less bad about using him as an excuse to be in the area, at least, and they swiftly scheduled a second meeting with him before returning to the car.

The awkward, intense silence that greeted them was honestly exactly was Tim would expect from putting two Damians in the same room - well, if you forbade stabbing first.

Speaking of which -

"So, like, you aren't going to try to stab and/or murder me are you?" Tim asks once they're all filed in and on their way to the airport.

"Tim." Bruce reprimands.

"Come on, that's totally a fair question. I have a right to know if I need to start sleeping with two eyes open again."

"As if you sleep in the first place, Drake," Damian rolls his eyes.

"He's got ya there Timmy," Dick chimes in, the traitor.

"Sleep is for the weak," he retorts, before turning back to Danny. "Seriously though, stabbing?"

In lieu of an answer, Danny looks to Damian.

Damian grimaces.

"No stabbing," he says, and Danny just nods before returning his eyes to a point somewhere over Dick's shoulder, right where he'd been looking before they entered the limo.

A beat passes.

"Also no murder," Damian spits out, in what Tim would very nearly call a panicked afterthought.

Danny blinks, a look of sheer confusion washing over his face before it's shoved back away and he looks over and nods once mor, tacking on a dull "Understood."

The uneasy silence returned, and Bruce seemed preoccupied simply staring at his new son.

"So!" Dick clapped, evidently deciding he'd had enough. "It's nice to finally meet you, Danny - can I call you Danny? - I'm your oldest brother, Richard Grayson! But just call me Dick."

"I have no brothers," Danny said, eyes chips of ice.

---

Danny was having a bad time.

Anyone in Amity Park could tell you Danny Fenton? Can't lie for shit.

The one thing he can do is keep his mouth shut and pray that's sufficient.

Keeping a straight face is a battle for a variety of reasons, and The best luck he's already had to leave about a dozen puns unsaid in the course of the car ride thus far.

Not only is he struggling not to pun, he's struggling to understand.

Why does this Tim guy think Danny would stab him? Why is Damian telling him not to stab him?? Why is Damian forbidding murder???

It's not that Danny has problem with the lack of stabbing and murder - quite the opposite - it's just that... it's Damian. Damian, here to personally exfiltrate him. Damian, Demon's Heir. Whose entourage, then, must be composed of League members. Which, of course he wouldn't stab them (outside of training) so why does it need to be said?

He would think they just think that poorly of him, if not for the fact that these others don't read as League members at all.

Calculated movements, highly aware of their surroundings, suspiciously muscular? Yeah, sure.

But they're acting like they're trying to make casual conversation.

He would think it's all a test - and of course it must be - except...what is the point of claiming to be his brother when he only has a single brother: the twin he isn't allowed to acknowledge as his brother.

When he says he doesn't have a brother, out of the corner of his eye, he almost thinks Damian looks hurt.

He brushes it off as his imagination.

"Daniel," Bruce Wayne calls him, and he can't fully suppress his reaction. He knows everyone of them must see the clenched jaw, the seat squishing between clenched fingers, and the look of utter hatred and disdain that washes over him for a split second before he can squash it back down.

"Danny," the man corrects, and name doesn't sound like a reprimand, but he hears one anyway. "You may not remember all of the details as you were... young. when you left the League of Assassins. But Damian is your twin brother."

"I recall our biological connection. That does not make him my brother, he is the Heir."

This, at least, he doesn't need to act to say in a dead voice. This is a just quote, beaten into his brain until it echoed around and around at every errant thought of his brother, a constant background static even after all of his time away.

"I am your brother," Damian says, voice firm, "heir or not."

"The Demon's Head has changed his mind on the matter, then?"

The question is absent, Danny doesn't really care about the answer, he just cares about blending in long enough to pull off his plan, except-

"Grandfather is dead."

---

"Grandfather is dead."

Damian watches as his brother's eyes sharpen for perhaps the first time the whole car ride.

"And the Pits didn't work?"

"He was not afforded the use of the pits, given that it was a coup. Grandfather is dead, mother has gone into hiding, and I... have been living with our father for a few years now."

He gestures with his eyes - uncertain how much his brother knows - and watches on as he and Father enter a brief staring competition.

"Hello," Father says, only slightly less stunned silent than he'd been when he had first met Damian.

"Hello," Danny returns, voice hollow rather than the more neutral-lilt it had adopted previously.

"So if the League has been... overtaken... my new assignment-"

"There is no new assignment," Father cuts in, voice gentle but sure.

"What."

"Even if the League weren't disbanded there would be no new assignment, your only duty now is to try and enjoy what childhood you have left. I...was unaware that I had children with Talia until she left Damian with me six years ago. And-"

"And we didn't find out about you until Timmers interrupted one of your reports the other day!" Dick interrupted, ruffling Tim's hair and indirectly throwing Damian under and 18-wheeler in the process.

His brother - his twin - looked at him. His face was once again blank, but Damian could sense the askance all the same.

"I... forgot you."

Damian did not know his brother well - at all, really - but he felt that the lack of change in expression might've been the worst possible outcome.

"Then you are not here to exfiltrate me on behalf of the League."

It wasn't a question, but...

"No."

"And you aren't here to ask my help in finding mother or undoing to coup?"

"No," he answers just in time for the car to pull to a stop at the airport.

"Perhaps we should wait to continue this conversation until we are in the privacy of the jet."

[twilightangel83]

Danny had a plan. And he was going to stick to it. He was going to go with Damian, figure out the lay of the land, and then fake his death. The fact that Damian was taking him to Gotham to live with what was (apparently) his new family instead of the League shifted things slightly, but the plan remained the same.

Danny managed to keep with the plan with minimal mistakes. Sure he was a shit liar, but he was decent at acting blank as long as he didn't need to talk. So he just...didn't talk. As much as possible. The Wayne-family wasn't making it easy though. They kept trying to get him to engage. Asking him what he wanted, setting up 'his room' based off of what they seemed to think he might like (considering they based it somewhat off of him room back home it wasn't completely wrong). But Danny wasn't buying it. This had to be a test of some sort.

Finding the hidden basement under the manor only made things worse. Though not in the way he'd originally thought it would. At first it was just, yay. Another fruitloop billionaire with a secret lab/base under his mansion. But then Danny realized that this was the Bat Cave. As in Bruce Wayne was Batman, and his kids were the various birds (he owned Tucker money now, great). And that. That wasn't good. The Bats and Birds were well known for their deduction skills, so it was just a matter of time before they realized he was faking things. And he'd have to make his death way more convincing. Plus Batman was a well-known meta-disliker. So Danny needed to make sure to keep all of his abilities completely under wraps. Pairing that with the fact that Batman's Justice League had regularly ignored Amity Park's call for help? Well, let's just say Danny was far from impressed. He was sticking to his plan and getting out of this place as soon as he could.

So, of course, nothing went according to plan. Danny had been doing so well too! But then they'd gone and decided to introduce him to the last member of their 'family', Jason. According to the rest of the 'family' Jason had been out of town for the last two weeks he'd been in Gotham, but since Danny had been hearing news about Red hood out and about he was pretty sure that was bullshit (observing the rest in the cave and narrowing things down had led Danny to be pretty sure that Jason was Red Hood. Through the process of elimination). He rather got the impression that they were worried how well him meeting Jason would go so they'd put it off until he'd 'had more time to settle in'.

So they'd finally decided it was time for him to meet Jason, and took the time to warn him that Jason had a temper and came across as abrasive most of the time (but he was a good guy really!) before the day of the meet came around. It was dinner time (because apparently Jason rarely came over outside of joining them for occasional dinners) and they'd all gathered to eat by the time Jason arrived, making his way into the dining room with outward ease even as his eyes scanned over Danny in a way Danny could only categorize as analyzing.

And Danny? Danny froze. Because that? That right there. That man wasn't alive. Not fully at least. Danny could hear his heart beating, but he could also see a core pulsing along with his heartbeat. A very, very unhealthy-looking core.

"Fuck."

---

"Fuck." Damian could only watch in confusion as the cool blankness that Danny tended to radiate disappeared, replaced with boiling frustration. Across the room, Jason froze in his path to approach the table, frowning at Damian's brother, but Damian barely spared him a glance as Danny shot to his feet and threw his hands in the air.

"Fuck this! Fuck all of this! Fucking Vlad and Pariah making this my problem!" Icy blue eyes should not look like flames, but Danny's certainly made a good try at it as he scowled over the family at the table. "And fuck you lot for dragging me into this situation without ever asking if I wanted to be here!" Danny spun away again to glare at the ceiling. "And fuck you too Clockwork! Don't think I don't notice how bloody convenient all this timing is! I know you had a hand in this!"

Damian was stumped. Who was Vlad and Pariah? Or Clockwork for that fact? Well. Vlad could mean Vlad Masters, the mayor of Amity Park, but that still didn't explain what Danny was ranting about here. And....not asking if he wanted to be here? Why would-? What was that supposed to mean?....at least Daniel was showing more personality?

"Danny? If you just calm down for a moment I'm sure we can-" Bruce started, slowly getting up from his chair, but Danny cut him off, spinning to fix him with a glare.

"No. Shut up and sit down. You brought me here. Without so much as a by-your-leave or the smallest question to see if I wanted to leave the home I'd been living in for the last ten years of my life. So now you've made this mess my problem! So you're going to sit there and let me fix this. This is your one-one!-chance to prove to me that you're not like the League. That you haven't been lying out of your ass for the two weeks I've been here. And that you're better than your fucking useless Justice League Batman!"

Damian probably shouldn't be surprised that Danny figured out who Bruce was, he was league-trained after all, but after watching Danny be so complacent and uncaring about snooping for the last two weeks. Well. He was. And, judging by their expressions, the rest of the family was too. But before any of them had time to try and react Danny was storming around the table to march over to a very on-guard Jason.

"You!" Danny jabbed a finger at Jason as he drew closer. "You look like a complete mess! Your core is weak. The only ectoplasm that you have feels like it came out of a sewer-lazarus water is my guess-and it's clear you never got your revenge! How the fuck are you anything close to sane right now?!

"....What?!"

[fortunate-cookie]

Jason, upon learning that sweet, sweet revenge will fix his pit madness: I FUCKIN' TOLD YOU BRUCE. KILL THE CLOWN!

Every other member of the BatFam: is this a scam? I feel like I'm being pranked

[nightfox321]

ha jason is vidinicated

jason:

bat fam with no idea of what just happened:

[wonderwomanpleasesteponme]

Okay time to throw my two cents in for some alternative shenanigans that no one asked for, featuring Gray Ghost, Deaged Dani, trans Danny, the trope that Danny took Dani's core into himself to stablize her which means a doctor can prove that yes this sixteen y/o child gave birth, and the trope that a ghost can't survive long without finding on Ectoplasm, all along with the misunderstanding that Danny's eyes turning green when he's mad is Pit Madness.

Danny was not having a great time. First his twin showed up at his home with the Fentons giving him a heart attack about the thought that he was going to be taken back to the LOA, then finding out his arrival with his family - the Waynes - actually came there on a "rescue mission" to get him out thinking that he was still loyal to the league and the within the first two days of him staying in the Wayne Manor found the Batcave beneath the manor and that his brother's family are the bats. That last discovery hurts him the most, his pride mostly, because it means that he owes both Tucker and Wes oh so much money.

Even after finding out about the real reason for them retrieving him the plan remained the same as it has always been. Soon he would be faking his death and considering that this is Gotham he could easily blame his death on a random rogue attack. Just thinking about rogue attacks makes him worried about what if a ghost attack happened while he was gone. Logically he knew Valerie could easily handle but seeing as that she was taking care of both Ellie and Cujo in his absence, well she was mostly taking care of Cujo since his parents and Valerie's dad would be handling all the childcare stuff so she can focus on her jobs and school. Even knowing that Valerie was fully capable of defending Amity in his absence didn't stop him from worry, the fact that Dora could turn into a dragon didn't stop him from worrying when she disappeared for a few days then later reappeared claiming that her and Killer Croc were courting, especially since Killer Croc turned out to be his dad's, the ghost hunter one, cousin.

Right now Danny stood in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom that the Wanyes had given him upon his arrival. Today was a lot of things it was going to be the day that he finally met the last member of the Wanye family, the last day that he's going to make the Wanyes think they last saw him alive and most importantly bad dysmorpha day too appeartly.

He stood in front of the mirror running a hand down his chest to remind him that it was flat now thanks to the ghost top surgery that Frostbite preformed. But it was not his chest that bothered him the most, it was the long c shaped scar that ran across his abdomen just above his pelvis from when Frostbite had to preform a c section on him to remove Dani's core after he took it into himself to save her from completely destablilizing. Logically he knew in his head that it wasn't actually child birth but by the ancients did it feel like it and if a regular human doctor would check over him they would be able to comfirm that he had been pregnant.

Danny felt like he wanted to crawl out of his own skin with how uncomfortable he felt, as much as he would like to do bottom surgery he was way too afraid of it going wrong to actually do it. The lack of Ectoplasm in his diet recently has also added onto his foil mode. When coming up with Operation Death 2: the electric boogaloo he had realized that like how the living was completely dependent on food and water to survive ghosts were dependent on Ectoplasm to survive as well, thus meaning that he would have to smuggle ectoplasm into the league to be able to make it through however long he was going to be there for because there was no way in the Realms was he going to use the Ectoplasm that made up the Lazarus Pits, but unfortunately for him his dear old twin arrived when it was the one time he didn't have a flask of ectoplasm on his person.

Soon Danny had enough self pity and reached over to grab his shirt. Unfortunately for him before he can put on his shirt his door flung open making him jump. Danny prayed that it wasn't Damien that threw the door open because he would never hear the end of it with how "unbecoming of someone who was raised to be an assassin it was". Danny turned to see who it was to see Steph was the one who threw open his door and she was staring at his bare chest, specifically at his c section scar.

"Why do you have a c section scar too?" asked Steph.

"That's non of you're bus- wait too?" Danny was ready to go on the defense and possibly gaslight her into thinking that she saw wrong but then he realized that she said "too" which left him confused.

Steph looked surprised at what she said. Danny could tell that she didn't mean to say what she had said.

"I wouldn't tell as long as you don't"said Danny.

"The others already know about mine, but I wouldn't tell them unless you want to tell them" replied Steph.

Pure relief washed over him knowing that his secret was safe. Well it was more so an open secret, everyone at Casper High knew that he had disappeared for a few months then mysteriously came back with a newborn baby that looked a little too much like him and that he and Valerie called the baby their daughter, but there were no official records of him giving birth or being pregnant, on official documents Dani was stated as being his younger sister and he was also extra careful online when making posts about his family to say that she was his sister in case the league came across his social media account which was unlikely thanks to Tucker and Technus. He will forever be afraid about the league finding out about his daughter/clone and now with another person knowing has put him on edge even more. After an awkward pause he quickly put on his shirt.

"Why are you here?" Danny asked Steph.

"To tell you that lunch is ready and that Jason would be arriving soon," replied the blond girl.

Danny nodded in response still tense about a whole new person who he doesn't know that much about knowing that he had a child and since this was a family of detectives they would easily put together the dots of his c section scar and Dani's mysterious appearance.

Danny followed Steph out the door and followed her down to the dinning room. Danny didn't think he could relax with her knowing about his scar. When he entered he definitely noticed that Cass immediately noticed how tense he was and how shifty that Steph seemed as well.

The lunch was going fine with barely anyone talk that was until Jason finally arrived. As soon as Danny layed eyes on him he felt his blood pressure rise and the headache forming. Jason's whole ass soul was being held together with the dirty and tainted Lazarus water and his core,,, oh dear ancients his core was barely formed. It reminded him of how Dani's core felt just before he took it into himself. Just feeling the energy of his barely formed ghost half made him want to cry.

"What the fuck," Danny was unable to keep his kneejerk reaction from slipping.

Out of pure want to get this over and done with he grabbed the nearest knife and stood up. Being the crowned prince of the Infinite Realms has it's perks and one of them is the ablitiy to know what a ghost's obsession is and Jason's is the need to be avenged.

"Alright how the fuck are you sane right, with your obsession being neglected that fucking badly and having not taken in any new ectoplasm since your ghost half first formed!" Danny yelled as he pointed the knife at him eyes now glowing Lazarus green of his ghost form.

"Seriously colour me fucking impressed that you haven't kneed over as yet because I have been without ecto for just a week and I feel like I might kill at the next person who looks at him wrong".

Everyone stared at Danny in shock with most not being able to keep their eyes off the sickenly green glow his eyes now gave off. The ones who were staring at his now green eyes the most were his biological father, brother and Jason.

"Ectoplasm? Isn't that what the Drs. Fenton call Lazarus water?" Tim piped up.

Suddenly the Wanyes expressions morphed from confusion and surprise to concern. Dick cleared his throat.

"Danny, do you have an addiction to Lazarus water?" Dick asked hesitately.

Fuck.

[artistatheart7-blog]

Danny goes still. Then slowly turns to Dick with a look that clearly says 'how are you even ALIVE when your that stupid': Depends, are you addicted to sewer water?

Dick, stunned: No?

Danny: Really? Then why do you have a glass of water in front of you?

Dick: that's clean drinking water and its something I need to live.

(Tim furrows his brows obviously thinking in the background)

Danny, head tilted and in a falsely casual tone: Really? But with you asking such a stupid question I wasn't sure you'd know there's a difference.

Everyone stunned silent.

Dick, mouth dropped open in shock and mild offense: what-

Danny: i thought you'd think they're the same since they both contain water. Just like you seem to think ectoplasm and Lazarus Water are the same. Probably because they both glow green. Cuz you seem to be running on that sort of logic right now.

Danny: Yeah Lazarus water contains ectoplasm, but there's a lot of other stuff mixed in there which is what makes it so toxic. Ectoplasm isn't supposed to boil, smell like rotten eggs, kill the healthy or have a watery consistency. I literally said him having Lazarus water was bad so don't know why you jumped to me being addicted to the ghostly equivalent of sewage.

Danny: Or could it be you didn't understand what I was saying or refused to understand because your too narrow minded. So you came up with an explanation to fill in the blanks that agreed with you more.

Bruce, finally cutting in: Danyal

Danny: It's Danny. Not that any of you asked. But at least you didn't deadname me. Just completely ignored my autonomy and made decisions for me. Ripping me away from my home and making assumptions like you know me at all.

Damian: Ahki-

Danny, laughs full of derision: Do you think you have any right to call me that? Because this whole farce seems to point to you not remembering anything about me at all, probably because you didn't care. You did forget about me for years.

Damian, guilt and anger battling in his eyes: I-

Danny: Because if you did remember anything about me, you'd know there was a reason I was shipped off. I didn't really agree with the whole cult thing. Wasn't much of a fan of Ra's "crazier than a box of fruitloops" Al Ghul. I wanted out, I hated it there. My 'punishment mission' gave me exactly what I wanted. If you really cared, why on earth would you think I needed rescuing?

Silence.

Danny: Phew, feels great to finally get that off my chest. *turns back to Jason* Now Jason, we really should really get going to get the help you need. I don't know all the side effects your probably suffering but at minimum you'd be dealing with a hair trigger temper. You must be beyond stubborn to still function honestly. *grabs hold of a dumbfounded Jason and starts dragging him out the door*

Damian and Bruce: *Frozen in stunned disbelief*

Tim: *silent analyzing*

Steph: *letting this play out. Doesn't think she should speak up right now*

Dick: *jumps up* Danny wait

Danny: *not stopping* Not happening. I've seen enough of you all to last a lifetime. Don't follow me. Don't bother me or the people I care about. Stay out of my life, just act like I don't exist. Take points from Damian if you need to, he's great at it. See you never. *door slam*

Everyone sitting there stunned silent.

Steph: ......you didn't ask?

[terrestrialnoob]

Gut Feeling

DPXDC

Commissioner Jim Gordon meets an odd kid in the precinct.

--

“Come on, you really don’t have a way to directly contact Batman?”

Jim smiled. Kids came to the station and asked that all the time. Usually, it was just curiosity and showing them the signal was enough to get them to sign up for the Junior Police program. This one looked a little older than most, teenagers were often “too old” to believe in Batman, but again, give them a little faith now and they’ll never loose it.

“Lookin’ for the Bat, kid?” Jim asked, knowing he was about to make this kid’s –

Jim froze. The kid turned to face him and it was Bruce Wayne. Not playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, but freshly a teenager Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne who Jim had checked in on time and again from age eight until he ran off on a globetrotting trip to find himself. The little Bruce Wayne with too pale skin and dark bags under his eyes, and not enough love to make up for all the grief weighing him down. And he didn’t look like Damian either, where Bruce was obviously his father but there were distinct traits from his mother. This was a carbon copy of a boy Jim remembered vividly.

“I am.” He even sounded like teenage Bruce. All business, like he was on a mission.

“I might be able to help you, but it’ll take a while.” Jim said and the officer the kid had been talking too gave him an odd look. He waved her off and told the kid to follow him to the commissioner’s office. Normally, he’d be more dramatic, put on more of a show for the kid, but his gut told him this was different, this was important. He offered the kid a styrofoam cup of water then closed the door behind him. “So, what do you need to talk to Batman for?”

“It’s personal. I need to talk to him in person.”

Jim took a sip of coffee from his cup. “He doesn’t appreciate me calling for no reason in the middle of the day.”

“So you do have a direct line?” The kid nearly jumped out of his seat. “If he’s upset, it’ll be my fault, just call him, please.”

“Who should I say wants to talk to him?”

The kid hesitated. “He doesn’t know me, but I have to talk to him.”

Jim frowned. “What’s your name, kid?”

He swallowed and looked like he wasn’t going to answer for a moment. “Danny.”

“Danny…?” Jim wanted a last name but Danny kept quiet. Jim sighed, “He’s likely not going to show up until sundown.”

“I can wait, as long as you guarantee he’ll show.”

“And you’re not going to tell me why you need Batman?” Jim just got a glare in response. “What about one of the other heroes?”

“Only Batman, no one else can help.”

“You sure about that? Not even Superman?”

“Not unless Superman can get me in the same room as Batman.”

“Why’s it so important that you meet him in person?”

“It’s personal.”

Jim liked this less and less by the minute. “Do your parents know you’re here?”

Danny looked away but right when it looked like he wouldn’t say anything he mumbled. “They wouldn’t care anyway.”

After another moment to give the kid time to reconsider, Jim pulled out the Bat-phone. It was a normal Wayne-Tech cell phone, but Jim had been given very specific instructions on how and when to use it. The phone listed all the Gotham Vigilantes without visible numbers so they couldn’t be copied and handed out. He pressed the one for Batman.

“Stand outside, would you?” The kid gave him a look, but followed the request. Jim could see his shadow in the door’s window, not so subtle eavesdropping.

It rang a few times, and Jim sat there awkwardly with a teenager listening to his every move. Finally, a familiar voice picked up the other end of the line. “Commissioner Gordon.”

“Sorry to call you out of the blue Batman, but I’ve got a kid here who needs your help.”

“Who?”

“Says his name is Danny, that you’ve never met him but you’re the only one who can help him.”

“Why?”

“Refuses to tell me.”

“What’s your best guess, Commissioner?”

Jim looked at Danny’s shadow, it looked like he was straining his ears to try and hear what he was saying. Danny had given him almost nothing to work with. Just his name, that he’s never met Batman but needs to talk with him in person. But Jim was here because he listened to his gut. A feeling like when you see a random rock on your neighbor’s doorstep but you’d never go in without an invitation. A feeling like you know what’s in the present and are preparing your surprised face. A feeling like when you cheated on your wife and you know she knows.

“He looks like Bruce Wayne.”

A beat of silence. “What?”

“Danny looks exactly like Bruce when he was a teenager. Exactly the same.” Jim hoped Batman would get it, feel in his gut what Jim felt.

“And he wont say why he’s there?”

“No, and he demands to see you in person.”

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“10-4.” The line cut off before Jim had finished saying it. He called Danny in again. “He’s on his way.”

Danny glared at him. “If he’s not, if you called some social worker or something, you’ll regret it.”

“I’m sure.” Jim sighed and downed the rest of his now cold coffee.

The sun hadn’t set, but only just barely. Jim ended up taking Danny up to the roof in the end after all, if only to save his window from being broken into. The kid had a red hoodie on, but he was still shivering in the autumn chill and it was just going to get colder by the minute as the sun made its way behind the horizon.

Jim checked his watch and, at exactly an hour from when he called, he acted surprised when Batman and Robin appeared out of nowhere. “Bats.”

“Commissioner.” Batman greeted but his eyes went straight for Danny. “Danny, I assume.”

“Yeah, I…” Danny hesitated, looking at Jim and Robin.

All it took was four words from Batman. “What do you need?”

The kid held out his hand with a flash drive in it. “I’m your clone. My par- The people who made me wanted to make a stronger version of you, but they got ahead of themselves. My DNA is degrading and I’ll die if I don’t get your DNA to stabilize me.”

Holy cow.

“You don’t expect us to believe that, do you?” Robin sneered at him.

“The flash drive has all the info on it. All the data about the cloning process and the, uh, relevant experiments after that.” Batman gave the kid a look. “I didn’t want to waste time on unnecessary data.”

“If what you’re saying is true, why are you here, alone? Are they working on a different solution?”

Danny’s shoulders hiked up. “I’ve been a failure for a while now, I’m not worth the resources and they’d learn more from an autopsy.”

Oof, kid. Jim looked at Batman who seemed to feel the same… if Jim was reading him right.

“So, you wont object to a DNA test?” Robin asked with a cocky head tilt, at least he was relatively easy to read.

“You can try.” Danny said, and then realized what that sounded like. “I mean I wont stop you, but my DNA degrades faster outside my body. You’ll have to take me to whatever lab you plan on using.”

“Then we will.” Batman said and jerked his head towards where they’d probably parked that ridiculous car of his. But then he looked at Jim with a nod. “Commissioner.”

“Batman.” Jim returned the nod. “You’ll tell me how things turn out, yeah?”

“I’ll give you a report.” Batman joked – Jim could tell, it was gut feeling.

[nanenna]

I really like this prompt! I've seen one version already that has me hooked, but I'm contemplating something a bit different.

What if Danny is lying, just a little bit? What if he's still just fine, completely hunky dorey, not in any danger of melting. But Dani, on the other hand...

A clone of a clone. Both done by people who aren't experts in the field, who didn't and still don't know all the ins and outs. Unstable and already prone to melting, the ecto-dejecto is just a bandaid.

Dani's back in Vlad's lab, the man doing his best to keep her stable. For now. Vlad has no idea who Danny is a clone of, and Danny wants to keep it that way. It's why he went to Gotham all on his own, he's trying to keep them separate.

The favor he's going to owe Vlad after this leaves Danny cringing. But Dani's worth it, she'd be worth it even if Danny did have somewhere else to go. Jazz is too young to gain custody of Danny, no one else in Amity would take in the son of the local mad scientists, no one else knew he was a halfa, and no one else had easy access to the Ghost Zone.

Just a quick in and out, get the DNA Dani needed to be stabilized, go back to Amity and save her life. It was the only condition Danny had for staying with Vlad, if Dani doesn't make it he's gone. But she won't be, Vlad is doing his best to keep her alive if it means finally getting his claws in Danny.

Just get the DNA and go back. No need to interrupt Batman's life more than however long it takes to convince him. No need to even find out his real name or see his real face. Just in and out.

[nanenna]

Bruce didn’t like letting Danny just leave. The boy was so anxious, jumping at the least little shadow and clearly desperate to get what he needed and leave. Bruce had tried to convince him to let them help him instead, the Justice League had access to cutting edge technology that wouldn’t be released to the public for years, but Danny had insisted. Only this mysterious man he refused to talk more about could help Danny. It was frustrating. It was probably a trap.

The fact that Danny’s blood sample wasn’t degrading only confirmed this.

He was clearly a clone, and there was definitely something wrong with his DNA, but it wasn’t actively getting worse. Danny seemed stable. But he still needed Bruce’s DNA, insisted on it, was desperate for it.

Bruce suspected there was a clone that did need stabilizing, it just wasn’t Danny. Clones, after all, are rarely made as singles, usually they come in batches.

So Bruce had given in, unable to say no to Danny’s big, tearful eyes. And loaded the boy down with trackers of every kind. He knew the others had as well. Trackers on the backs of his shoes, in his hoodie’s hood, slipped into pockets and the inside of the bag he’d had with him, one was even on the underside of the stopper on the small vial of blood.

That’s when they got to see what Danny had been carrying in his bag: a small styrofoam box mostly filled with what looked like snow, though it was strangely greenish. He carefully placed the vial in the box and just as carefully replaced the box in the bag (which Bruce had seen three different trackers get tossed into while Danny was focusing on the vial).

Then Danny had insisted on being taken out into the city, that he could make it home from there. Bruce hadn’t liked it, two more trackers had been hidden on Danny as he got back in the batmobile. He’d also purposefully driven around a bit before taking Danny to the agreed on drop off point, Nightwing and Red Robin both on nearby rooves to see what Danny would do once the batmobile was out of sight.

He’d vanished into thin air.

There one moment, gone the next. The current theory was a meta of some kind. Not that he had the metagene, not possible with Bruce as his only genetic donor, but not all metahumans had the metagene.

The trackers were working though, so at least they had that. Until suddenly they didn’t. They’d all gone dark at the exact same instance and none of them knew how.

That left them with just the flash drive. Danny had left it behind for them, and after much digging Bruce finally found the boy again. He laced his fingers together and rested his mouth against them as he stared down at the screen, a very proud, very oily looking man beaming at the camera as Danny looked forward blankly and a younger, smaller version of Danny gave the camera a big grin.

Danielle Madeline Masters.

Likely the person who had actually needed stabilizing. Likely the reason Danny had agreed to go live with a man who he had very publicly hated up until whatever fallout had happened with the Doctors Fenton. Even Jasmine Fenton had left, emancipating herself and moving with Danny and Danielle to Wisconsin with Vlad Masters, though she wasn’t ever at any of his events.

Well, now Bruce had some arrangements to make. Afterall, what kind of father would he be if he didn’t fight for custody of his long missing son and daughter?

💚🦇👻🖤

Brucie chuckled lightly as the gala host told an old joke, one Bruce had heard every other gala for years, one Bruce himself had told to his own guests at his own gala. If he never heard that joke again…

“Ah, and here is my friend, Vlad!” The host said cheerfully. “Why Vlad wouldn’t ever let me hear the end of it if I didn’t introduce you.”

Bruce put on his best gala smile as he looked towards the shorter man, but it quickly fell as he made eye contact with Danny at Vlad’s elbow. “Danny?!”

Danny, who had looked bored half out of his mind, suddenly looked up at Bruce and went pale.

Time to put his acting skills to use. “Oh my god, you’re still alive!” Bruce pulled Danny into a hug and choked out a few sobs. Before anyone could say or do anything, Bruce pulled back and dropped to one knee, keeping his hands on Danny’s shoulders so he could look up at him. “And your sister? Is Daniella with you?”

“What?” Danny asked, clearly confused.

“You were so little when the two of you went missing, just a toddler and she was a baby. Please tell me you weren’t separated.”

“What?”

“Dick!” Bruce turned and beckoned for Dick to come join them. Dick, who was only too happy to help sell the story they’d been planting evidence and backdating fake paperwork for since finding Danny again, came running up. Bruce turned his attention back to a very confused Danny. “You remember your older brother, Dick, don’t you?”

“What?”

“Bruce, what is… Danny?! Oh god, Danny!” Dick, never one to turn down a hug, practically swallowed Danny with his arms. “Danny! Danny we found you! Oh my god!” Then, just like Bruce had, Dick pulled back and held Danny out at arm’s length. “And Daniella? No, shush, it’s alright. You’re enough, I can’t dare hope she’s alive and with you too.” Dick pulled Danny into another one of his all consuming hugs.

“What?” Came Danny’s muffled question.

Bruce glanced over at Vlad to find the man both confused and miffed. He locked eyes with Bruce, “Mr. Wayne,” he said dangerously.

Bruce ignored the man in favor of turning Dick and Danny’s hug into a group hug. He even managed to squeeze out a few tears to really sell the touching family reunion.

“Mr. Wayne!” Vlad said loudly, “I insist you take your hands off my son!” He grabbed Bruce by the shoulder and forcefully pulled him away. The man was surprisingly strong for having such a slim build.

“I think you’re confused, this is clearly my son who went missing as a small child.” Bruce swatted Vlad’s hand away.

“They do look remarkably alike,” the host said as he looked back and forth between Bruce and Danny. “And say, isn’t Danny adopted?” The host looked towards Vlad expectantly.

“Yes, but I know very well who his parents are.”

“Good,” Bruce said emphatically, “because I’d like to know the names of the kidnappers who took my children from me.”

“And maybe we can find out where Daniella is as well,” Dick said hopefully.

“What?” Danny asked again.

“Danielle cannot possibly be your daughter,” Vlad said dismissively.

“I’m quite willing to take a paternity test to prove it.” Bruce squared his shoulders as he looked down at Vlad.

Danielle came wandering up around then, sidling up to Vlad’s side as she looked back and forth between Bruce and Danny.

“Daniella?” Bruce breathed, staring down at the little girl.

“Uh… hi?” She looked up at him curiously.

Dick squeaked and pressed his hands over his mouth, eyes appropriately teary.

Bruce lowered himself down to one knee again and smiled at the girl, even younger than Damian. Their ages were definitely going to give the gossip rags plenty of fodder, but if he cared about his reputation he would’ve never become Brucie to begin with. “Hello, Daniella. I know you don’t know me, you were just a baby when you were taken, but I’m your father.”

“You, sir, are a stranger!” Vlad motioned for Danielle to move behind him.

Danielle glanced over at Dick, who was smiling brightly at her, then down to where he had an arm over Danny’s shoulder, then looked back over to Bruce. A wicked smile spread across her face. “Daddy!” She threw herself into Bruce’s arms. A bit surprised by her willingness to play along, but certainly not disappointed, Bruce quickly wrapped his arms around the girl and stood up, rocking her as if she were just a baby.

Bruce turned to look down at his new son, “Well, Danny?”

“Um…” Danny furrowed his brow as he glanced back and forth between Dick and Bruce, “You both do look really familiar.”

Bruce pressed his face to Danielle’s head to hide his growing smirk.

[op-sys-chaos]

The host of the gala ushers the group into a side room to chat and leaves them there. Bruce drops the “long lost dad” act the second the host was gone.

“Hi. I spoke to Batman. He ran a DNA test, so I know you’re my clone, Danny,” Bruce says as way of explanation. “I figured ‘long lost son’ was easier to explain to a gala full of people than ‘my clone that I only learned about recently’ hence the little show.”

Danny’s eyes widen immediately. “Spoke to Batman, huh?”

Danny’s already put it together. He knows he’s a clone of Batman, but he does look just like Bruce. So, Bruce is Batman. Dani’s figured it out too, and Vlad has as well. None of them are saying that aloud any time soon though.

“We wanted to make sure you knew that you had other options. I did my research and I know you spent a lot of time very publicly hating Vlad here. If you want to live with our family, we’d love that,” Dick explained.

“Now hold on a minute-“ Vlad began, but both Danny and Dani looked immediately interested in this turn of events.

“Yes please!” they simultaneously shouted.

“Sorry, Vlad. But if I have to choose between two billionaires, I want the one who hasn’t stolen my DNA to clone me,” Danny said.

“The one who hasn’t lied to me and betrayed me,” Dani added.

“I think Jazz will agree,” Danny added. “If she can come with? She’s my older sister, though obviously not by blood.”

“Most of us aren’t blood related. It’s 100% ok,” Dick said.

“But-“ Vlad tried.

“Vlad, you can have visitation rights if you behave and play along with our decision,” Danny said. “If not, I’ll make sure you can’t step foot in Gotham much less anywhere near us.”

Vlad hung his head. “Fine.”

The siblings cheered.

[bianca-hooks123]

I much prefer Shady Uncle Vlad over legal guardian anyway.

They can play up the whole “I saved them from my old college classmates who turned out to be insane kidnappers” angle.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Batfam Nonchalantly Neglected Reader

Inspired off of @halluvic Batfam Blurb about a nonchalantly neglected reader idea. Which I think is so much fun for such an angst-filled fandom! High-key my go to thought everytime a neglected fic is missing the revenge.

It’s so poetically perfect that the vigilante family that tends to forget you exist is oblivious to just how many adventures you have. Adventures that are more than the stiff and occasional reports from Alfred about your acrobatics to reach a cookie drawer. No, your adventures are borderline Constantine levels of wackiness and severity. 

Think interdimensional bad-actors and fighting your own alternate versions! Before you’re even scraping double digits, you’ve saved the multiverse more than once. Your notoriety for nothing other than the first name you identify yourself with, being sung in tales of great legends. All for you to be tucked happily in bed by nightfall. 

Bruce and the others are none the wiser. Thinking that when they occasionally see you and pat your little head, that you’re oblivious to their alternate identities and are living the normal life they’ve ordained to be proper for you. That’s exactly what they do when they have Alfred fetch you before they go on another business seminar ie, a Justice League level threat well beyond the Earth’s solar system. They barely give a thought to Damian, who’s just a few years your senior, is going but you—like the perfect little cutout they seem to think you are—don’t complain a single bit while they drive away. How perfect of you!

It isn’t until they’re well beyond the realm of anticipated villains, something far darker than just Darkseid attempting to destroy Earth again, but something that brings a threat to all of reality. The creature that’s summoned renders the Justice League to nothing but twigs as it bulldozes through Darkseid and his forces and the strongest among their ranks. With a single snap of it’s claws, it very well might destroy the Earth, and for once, even Batman is at a loss.

“WITH THIS I END YOUR–Oh wait, hold on! Hold the phone! Drop it and break it into a million pieces. Is this THE BATMAN?”

The gargantuan threat shrinks down and cartoonishly holds up Batman and the Robins, all the destruction coming to a stop as they coo at the entire Batfamily. Superman, Wonder-woman, and all in attendance can’t help but weakly watch as their greatest foe simply diverts into some reality-warping fangirl.

“OMG, so you guys must be the family to THE GREAT (Y/N)!? What an honor!”

They proceed to conjure various (Y/n) merchandise that they ask the family to sign, all for Batman to use their autographs as a bargaining chip to not tear this dimension and their planet to shreds.

“Oh yeah! Well of course, I won’t do that with (Y/n) here! Mad respect for that homie of mine! Anyway, tell them I said hi and I’m still healing from our time back in Earth #3495830485. Haha, good times.”

Balance is restored instantly, and the whole time home everyone is nursing their life-threatening wounds as they ponder. Specifically on WHO THE HECK IN GOTHAM CITY IS (Y/N)?! Because clearly, the people who claim to be your family genuinely don’t know you at all. And as much as usual scowl behind his cowl fools the JL about how much Bruce knows about his own kid, he’s forced to reconcile that he knows next to nothing. Alfred’s reports, as much as they’ve dwindled over the past year, just aren’t accurate enough to miss this huge part of your character.

“Welcome back, Master Bruce. I trust your trip went swell?”

“Where’s (Y/n)?”

“In their room, but they’re currently napping. Why the sudden interest?”

“....”

“(Y/n) somehow saved us from an Eldritch goddess of reality, just by mere mention of their name. We have a lot to talk about.”

“...I see, Master Damien. I’ll be bringing up some cookies for this conversation.”

Before they even speak to you, they’re already scanning you and holding you every which way to see some visible sign that you might be this intergalactic force that completely slipped past their radar. 

“Talk! What have you been hiding!?”

“I…haven’t really been hiding anything.”

“Look (Y/n), this is a safe space we’re listening now.”

“...I’m literally not hiding anything.”

“Yeah, Kid, and I’m Lady Liberty. Spill.”

“Uh, pretty sure you died before, how bout you spill.”

“(Y/n), will you please tell me about yourself for real this time.”

“..hmm okay.”

It’s Bruce who really comes to terms with how much he’s missed, even before you tell him about that particular experience with that Eldritch entity. He sees the way you can’t look into his eyes for more than 5 seconds. Or how all your stuffed animals are near your bed like you cuddle up to them at night. Or the small, untouched spider web hanging near your bedpost. 

It almost feels like when he lost Jason. 

He failed. He has failed you. Having no choice but to come to terms when he hears you explain the intricacies of the multiverse and how you’ve gotten the majority of them to leave your world alone. His heart-stone-cold and walled up, melting when you talk about how the other universe’s batfamilies immediately embraced you. Doppelgangers who, by rules of the multiverse, should want to kill you, loving you in a way you’ve never been loved. Interdimensional entities coming to visit, teaching you the different parts of growing up that you had no one to talk to you about. 

“I will be better for you, (Y/n). I promise.”

“Uh okay…Can you shut the door when you leave?”

“....yes.”

“Thanks.”

The reward that other Yandere Batfamilies receive with a reconciliation is the emotional prize. You’re in tears, your angry-blow-up, and the cold verbal smackdown that you deliver tells them that you’re broken and you desperately need them. Or you’re clearly so hurt that they have no choice but to forcefully soothe you’re aching feelings. But without the emotional getback, it leaves them reaching out constantly to soothe their own mounting guilt. 

“Uhm (Y/n) do you maybe want to go for ice-cream with your big brother? I’ve got some extra time and I–’

“No thanks, I’m hanging out with DP today.”

“But it’s been so long–”

“Nope. Bye.”

—----

“Hey, Oracle and I are leading patrol. Today's an easy day so just this once we don’t mind bringing you with us—”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Uhhh, why not? Didn’t we say we were going to get to know each other?”

“You did. I didn’t, it’s cool I know enough.”

“Even about our cool hero lives?”

“Especially about your mid hero lives.”

__________

“Birth sibling! You will join me in this movie marathon! In order for success within the school I must be up to date on the Terminator movies.”

“I’ll save you the time. The past is always in danger all the time, and if you are Sarah Conner, change your name.”

“I think you forgot that Ra’s Al Ghul doesn’t allow failure. And this will double as time to get to know one another so you’ll be coming with me!”

“I think you forgot who has access to portals to leave whenever they want. So no.”

Needless to say, the family has their work cut out for them. Especially since you’re so much more than just a little kid. Your little kid with the world at their fingertips. Not to mention the other league members who feel like they should be aware of the powerful force their adversaries keep raving about.

[luludeluluramblings]

Bruce sitting Reader down in his office and giving them his best fatherly concerned look.

Bruce: Tim noticed that you’ve been withdrawing a huge sum of money from your bank account recently and regularly.

Bruce: I just want to know if you want to talk to me about anything.

Bruce: I understand that self medication is a thing, but if you’re going to buy drugs I would prefer you get your supplies from Jason and do it in the manor.

Reader: You think I’m doing… drugs?

Bruce: …

Bruce: The signs are there. I’m not judging you. I understand—

Reader: I’ve been paying Harley for backroom therapy sessions.

Bruce: …

Bruce: I appreciate you taking care of your mental health, but are you sure you wouldn’t rather do cocanie? I understand that better and Jason can get a clean supply for you, as I said—

Reader: This family is a nightmare…

A/N: Complete crack hehe idea! Any type of Reader, but I have no idea how I came up with this!

[justreadalot]

Amity Parkers rescue of a trafficking female child - part 6

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Second video 

Red Robin: Is there a second video?

Red Hood: yes, but this one is more over the whole area. It's about what happened after the kids left. 

Red Hood updated the video on the TV screen. The picture on it changed to showing a lot of different rooms, as Gary and Red Robin looked over at it.

Lights on these rooms started flicking, machines turning off and on, doors slowly opening when no one was there. Furniture sliding to different places and people randomly falling for no reason. 

Red Hood: This goes on for over an hour, Youngblood did a great job on ensuring no one noticed the kids were missing. 

Red Hood: the most interesting part is 20 mins from the end. 

He fast-forwarded the recording to that position, the scene filling up the whole TV screen. 

It shows a staff room where a supervisor is obviously yelling at his men, there is no audio, his men are looking upset, ashamed, but also scared as they look at the flicking lights. 

Red Hood: It looks like he is telling the men not to be a bunch of wusses and Youngblood took that as either a challenge or an insult. Because from then on, all strange things happen mainly to him or in the room he is in.

Red Hood sped up the video to 4x normal speed, and Red Robin and Gary watched scenes of the man walking into walls, doors swinging into him, him getting knocked to the ground for no reason and for some reason getting tangled up in every fire hose each time he walked into a new room. The rooms were also going dark randomly. 

It finished when he walked into a security room with multi screens, and every screen blanked out the moment he entered.

That man was kicked out of the building after that, by his supervisor. Then children were discovered to be missing after that and everything went back to normal. 

Red Hood: looks like Youngblood left then.

He turned off the TV screen and picked up his beer. He turned and looked at Red Robin 

Gary and Red Robin stared at Red Hood as he finished. 

Red Robin : How am I going to condense that story into a report?

Gary: ‘After a number of children rescued from various traffickers gangs, with or without violent incidents; the missing trafficked female child was discovered about to be sold at an elite auction.’

Gary: ‘Due the problems that would result if using violent methods, (mainly the safety of victims, and dangerous buyers,) an unknown small invisible meta being was requested to smuggle out the children. This was successful, and the victims were removed from the site quickly and quietly, leaving a mystery behind.’

Red Hood and Red Robin looked at him in shock.

Gary: What? I do my gang's paperwork. 

Red Hood: Want a new job?

Gary: Hmmm.

—---

Red Hood: Hey Red, do you have an actual recording of that first interview that was that police report?

Red Robin: Of course I have.

Red Hood: Well, can we listen to it?

Red Robin: The details are not very clear as my report.

Red Hood: So? Should be funny. 

Red Robin: fine, here it is

Actual interview 

'These guys met us and made an agreement to join up with them for a kid kidnapping at a party. They wanted one girl and the option to choose five others. We were to take the rest for ransom. We were like sure, easy money.'

'Quick job, in and out, the other group took six kids away in a white van. Don’t know where they went. Don't care. We took the rest to our warehouse and left them unconscious in a large cage.'

'Then after we were working on arranging things, this massive blue-scale lizard monster smashed through the warehouse wall. It had a lot of teeth. We really got to see those teeth up close. I swear it breathed fire at us, roared at us, hit us into walls and even cursed us out in English.'

'Did I mention the teeth? Big teeth. Lots of teeth.'

'I never want to see that creature again.'

(Then what happened?)

'It smashed that cage that the kids were in.'

(Were the children scared of the monster?)

'Nar, the awake ones ran towards it, and climbed up on its back, then it grabbed the unconscious kids and left the building back through the hole it made.'

'What happened to the kids? It didn't eat them or something?'

(No, twenty children were dropped off at the front of the nearest police station by a large monster according to cameras and witnesses. All children claim to have no memory on how they got there.)

'Yeah right. I bet those kids knew that monster.'

(That is an opinion, not a fact.)

'True, and also my opinion is that it was not a quick and easy job. Any more questions?'

The interview then went into information about other crimes not related to kidnapping.

—----

The three were finishing their beers as Red Robin updated information on his computer, when Batman’s voice came over the speakers: What are you three doing in there?

Red Robin: We are interrogating a gang member. 

Batman: In the Batcave? By drinking beer? Also it's Red Hood who has been doing the talking?

Red Robin: It's very effective.

Gary: I am in the Batcave?

Batman: Didn't you know?

Gary: I just woke up in here.

Red Hood: Put that hood back on, I'll get you to put a helmet on too and give you a ride back to your home. 

Gary finished his beer and picked up the hood: Ok. See ya around Red Robin.

Red Robin nodded goodbye as the two left.

—---

Masterlist

[livinghalfway]

The Debt Has Been Paid

If Danny had been paying even an ounce more of attention to his surroundings he would have noticed a figure poking out of the alley way in front of him. He wasn’t though, so Danny was completely caught off guard when said figure pulled him into the alley, knife being pressed against his skin with demands that he hand over his wallet. 

This honestly wasn’t that big of a deal to Danny; more of an annoyance if anything as the only thing he wants to do right now is go home and eat his takeout. Before he can make that known though with a snarky comment another person, Red Robin he notes, is dropping from the sky and pulling the mugger away from him. 

The altercation is over before it even begins, saving Danny his energy, time, and having to reheat his food. 

The whole event was put behind him by the time he woke up the next morning. Danny probably wouldn't have even thought more about it if it hadn’t been for the fact that a week later he found himself in the JL space station due to a summoning for the Ghost King. 

At first Danny thinks that maybe his run in with Red Robin somehow led to them connecting his human side to his ghost side. Luckily, that wasn’t the case though and they were only needing some help with a ghost that was causing problems in one of their cities. Which he was gladly and easily able to help them with. 

The only point of conflict is when the JL refuses to accept a “free favor” from him, and demands that he ask something from them. Danny really doesn’t want anything from them though, and so in a moment of genius locks eyes with Batman and tells him. 

“The debt has already been paid; send Red Robin my thanks.” 

[azuragalaxya]

This is funny. It would be even funnier if this kept on happening.

[obsess-over-the-walls]

Batfam + probably the rest of the league: Ah shit here we go again.

Bruce @ Tim: Just tell me what you did.

Tim, who has no idea what Bruce found this time but has a few ideas: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Bruce: Tim.

Tim, who still doesn't know: You'll never prove it.

And then it happens again.

Bruce: Tim please.

[cesiarune]

[justreadalot]

Amity Parkers rescue of a trafficking female child - part 5

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Pauline came back holding her phone.

“A message is getting passed on, they will get back to us, but they believe the answer will be yes.” She looked around, “Have you found a place to move to?”

“Yes,” said Red Hood pointing to a wall of a building, the warehouse next to this one is empty, has been for a while. “Let's move.”

Within two hours, they had moved their base to a building next to the auction house and Valerie finally got a phone call back.

“Hi Dash, did you get hold of someone to contact Youngblood.”

“......”

“That's great, did he say what he wanted as a favour?... What?... To be invited to kids’ birthdays? Hasn't he been getting invited? …. the parents have been blocking their kids’ invitations? Why? …. They don't believe he existed??” Valerie looked horrified. 

Star looked stunned. “What? Inform him I will personally get him to birthday parties, by any method I can use, from just speaking to the parents to escorting him personally to the parties. Also inform him I am sorry I didn't know about this earlier.” She looked sad.

Valerie repeated the information through the phone, listened for a minute and hang up. “He will be here soon.

A green portal appeared on a wall, then vanished.

“Ah, welcome.” said Star, walking forward to a space where the air didn't look normal. 

Red Hood found he looked directly at the spot, there was nothing there. But if he looked at the same position sideways, there was a little person there. (Sometimes, at least not all the time, it flicked in and out of sight.) It was dressed in a grey superhero costume with a green cape, and had green hair. There was a grey bat or bird on the person's shoulder.

Star placed a map of the auction building on the floor, and pointed to two X on it. “This is where we are, this is where the children are. We would like you to get the children out without any disturbance except for any guards getting knocked out. Then when we leave, please make the biggest distraction you can, without getting caught, that would be great. Do whatever you like then. Can you get home without additional help?”

A funny chirp sounded.

"That's great, are you fine to do this? Or do you have any questions?"

Another chirp.

“Ok, thank you very much.”

The funny air space vanished.

Red Hood started pacing, others leaned against walls. Pauline, Valerie and Star stood in the middle of the room all looking at a single phone. They suddenly laughed, and then looked up at a wall.

A child appeared, walking though the wall. He was holding on to another child  who also was walking through the wall behind him. This repeated another ten times. All the children had been holding hands, and had walked through the wall like it was not there. The children looked very nervous and silent, as they stared at the adults.

All the adults looked back, without moving. 

“Hello, I am Officer Valerie,” Valerie said, stepping forward and placing a hand on her chest. “You are safe now, we will be transport you back to your guardians.”

A young blonde girl who was the last through the wall gasped out. “Officer Valarie, Mrs Star, Ms Pauline! You are here.” She dropped the other child's hand and ran into a hug from all three. “We are safe, these are Amity Parkers, they can protect us all.”

She burst into tears, as the rest of the children relaxed. 

“What's an Amity Parkers?” asked an older boy.

“Amity Park is a little city that has a lot of metas living there.” answered Red Hood. “And as far as I have noticed, nothing surprises them, and nothing can stop an Amity Parkers. They wanted to rescue you no matter what.”

Pauline sniggered, “Yes, that is very correct. We all need to leave now.”

As the children were led out of the room to vans, the room's lights flicked. 

“I hope he doesn't go too far.” said Star looking at the lights.

“I hope he does, we are leaving behind a mystery, if they think the place is haunted as well. It will be a great distraction.” remarked Pauline, “By the time they sort out what happened, we should be far away.”

Everyone left.

—--

Red Robin: do you know what happened in the place?

Red Hood: Actually yes, a couple of videos were sent to me later. Not sure why. Here, I'll put them up on the main monitor. 

The wall mounted TV monitor turned on and a picture of a room appeared on it. There were twelve children behind bars in one central cage, and two guards standing outside the cage in the room.

The video started moving. It first showed the children just looking around randomly. The guards were not moving. Then all the children looked in one direction and smiled. 

The guards looked around in all directions, trying to see what the children were looking at.

One guard was hit by something invisible and was knocked into the wall, and fell to the ground. 

The other guard grabbed his weapon, then his left arm was grabbed by something invisible and spun around and around until he was dizzy. He was then thrown at the other guard who was attempting to get up.

They both ended up on the floor knocked out.

The fire hose from the wall floated off its hanger, and wrapped around the guards. It was tied off with a big bow on top.

The children all laughed. 

By watching the children's movement, the invisible being moved into the caged area. The children all grabbed each others’ hand. The first one grabbed an invisible hand and they all followed each other through the cage and through the wall until no one was left in the room except for the two guards. 

The video finished.

Next

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Masterlist

[papayafromtv]

conversations overheard through the batkid com lines pt 61 (masterpost here) (part 2 to 60)

Jason: -eing completely serious here, like not joking,

Damian, faint from a distance: i'm well fucking aware i'm also your child, Hood- this is not a good enough reason to interrupt my mission!

Jason: no you- YOU AREN'T UNDERSTANDING ME. I'M NOT TALKING ABOUT THE JOKE OF ME RAISING YOU IN THE LEAGUE, I'M TALKING GENUINE BIOLOGICAL CONNECTION- we need to get you over here so we can run blood tests, oh my days,

Tim: i swear to god if you don't hang up the phone and just JOIN. THE COM LINE.

Damian, faint from a distance: I AM TRYING TO- for hells sake, just let me- let me finish hacking this computer and i'll join. give me a minute.

*faint beep*

Jason, gobsmacked: he hung up on me- we're related, and he hung up on me-!

Tim, tired: just give him a minute Jay. can you get in contact with Talia or Ra's?

Jason: Ra's isn't picking up, and i wanna do a DNA test before i get anybody else involved anyway; this might be a mistake or something.

Tim: *hums*

*long, awkward stretch of silence*

Tim: *clears throat*

*more awkward silence*

*faint tapping of feet*

Tim: watcha- uh, watcha thinkin' about?

Jason: *a beat* just... *genuine* i was eatin' gum once, yeah? and the kid asked for a piece. and i didn't have any left, but he didn't believe me.

Tim: ...uh-huh.

Jason: and so i jokingly was like 'ok fine, you want some gum then you can have some!' and i took the piece out of my mouth and offered it to him. but i guess he took it as a challenge because he actually took it and started chewing on it. and i'm just wondering... could that have done it? if my DNA was on the gum, or... *trails off*

Tim: *judgemental silence*

Tim: yeah you can tell you never graduated high school.

Jason, enraged: ay- AY-

*connecting ping*

Damian: ok, what's wrong?

Jason: -FINALLY. Damian, seriously, i know you think i was doing a bit, but-

Damian: i didn't think it was a bit. we're biologically related; i am partly your child. did you not know this?

*silence*

Tim: what.

Jason: WHAT.

Damian: *very confused* Hood, you were there, why are you acting like you don't know this?

Jason: I WAS THERE WHEN WHAT-?!

Tim: *gasp of realisation* oh my god, you did fuck Talia,

Jason: I DIDN'T-??

Tim: -you just blocked it out because it was a bad memory! you- *voice dropping slightly* i fuckin' knew you'd been touched before, you so give off those vibes, i knew-

Jason: FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME I WAS NOT TOUCHED AS A CHILD.

Damian: yes, Red, don't be gross. Mother did not touch him.

Jason: HOW DO I GIVE OFF THE VIBES OF SOMEBODY WHO-

Tim: -wait so are you not Bruce's then?

Jason: *enraged scream of frustration*

Damian: no, i am. my biology i think has about... six different people that could technically test positive for parental connections. but i think only Mother, Father, and Akhi's DNA is strong enough to actually show up on a blood test. as far as i'm aware, anyway.

*a beat*

Tim: fucking what?

Jason: what the FUCK, DAMIAN? HOW DO I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS?!

Damian, still confused: i genuinely don't know?? you were the one that did most of it?? i mean you were pretty hopped up on pain meds but still,

Jason: WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?

Damian, incredulous: what are you talking about?! we've literally had whole conversations with the others about this- there was a whole league days bit on it! one of the lies YOU WROTE was that i was genetically related to another member of the bats! i thought the joke you were doing was that the member was Duke because you knew in reality it was you?!

Jason: NO?! I WAS JUST MAKING WILD SHIT UP?!!?

Damian, supremely exasperated: ok but you were there. you remember that i was used in a lot of Grandfather's experiments as a child, correct? you were too, we both spent a lot of time in the labs,

Jason: well yeah but-

Damian, cutting him off: AND YOU REMEMBER- you remember that to make me a better specimen and heir he would edit my DNA to give me more potential, and you remember he also did a lot of tests with your DNA,

Jason, baffled: right, but he didn't-

Damian, pointedly: and you remember how after a lot of those tests we would share a medical suite?

Jason: ok but i don't remember- *abrupt pause*

*silence*

Jason, faint: oh.... my god....

Damian, unimpressed: idiot.

Tim: the fuck is happening right now- he looks like he's been stabbed in the dick.

Jason, still faint: ...and it was before i figured out how to regulate the defence mechanisms the pit gave me,

Damian: *still unimpressed* uh-huh,

Jason: -every time i got the slightest bit injured i would just go full pit-mad and black out for hours,

Damian: uh-huh,

Jason: -so every time Ra's wanted to use me for research he had to put me on the strongest medication he could get his hands on,

Damian, dry: yup.

Jason: Damian- Damian i used to get so high,

Damian: yeah i was there.

Jason: and he put my DNA... in you?

Damian: *snort* there's definitely way better ways to word it, but yes. the majority of my maternal and paternal biological bonds do go straight back to Mother and Father, but you also share a significant chunk of paternal DNA with me- i cannot believe you fucking forgot about this.

Jason: DAMIAN I WAS SO HIGH.

Damian: yeah, well you were aware enough to teach me how to play blackjack when we shared a hospital room.

Tim: -yeah, so, i have a lot of questions; number one you fucking said six potential parents, and i want more information on that,

Jason, abruptly: -OH MY GOD THE BLACKJACK,

Tim: yeah, Jay, there are more important things right now than-

Damian: no, Red, he's-

Jason: NO THE BLACKJACK IS WHY THERE'S MORE PARENTS,

Damian: -yeah he's answering you, that's- the blackjack was relevant to that.

*a beat*

Tim: fucking how.

Jason: i- holy shit. dude i was so high.

Tim: yeah so you keep fucking saying-

Jason: NO YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND- Tim, Tim. i was so out of it that i was getting the other scientists and servants to join the blackjack games i was playing with Damian post-experiment.

Tim: ...ok?

Jason: and i- *slightly muffled* oh my god i'm a horrible person,

Damian: no, don't worry, you asked me like twenty times beforehand if i was ok with it; i was just so bored i thought it was funny and said go ahead.

Jason: I WAS- *abrupt wheeze*

Tim: if you tell me how fucking high you were again-

Jason, still laughing wetly: NO- i was- Tim we would get left alone unsupervised in those labs for so long- like i'm fairly sure Ra's was just fucking forgetting about us,

Damian: oh- a hundred percent he was forgetting about us.

Jason: -yeah, and so when the drugs wore off enough to leave me capable of getting up and just a little loopy, i used to- oh my god it's all coming back to me,

Damian: -he would go and look through all of Grandfather's notes and fuck around with all the machines and stuff that were being used on us, during. there was really nothing else to do until he found the deck of cards.

Tim: right...?

Jason: ok so- so i was still significantly high and coming down from these meds, right? and i was also very bored, and i'd just sort of self taught myself on how to fuse people's DNA together via Ra's notes, right?

*a beat*

Tim: ...there's no way this is going where i think it is. please tell me i'm wrong.

Jason: i- *bursts out laughing*

Damian: he was auctioning me off like an antique vase.

Jason: *loses his shit*

Damian: in his defence he had my consent to do so, and unlike him i was not high.

Jason: *still laughing* oh my- holy- i was calling all the servants within the vicinity and yelling like- *wheeze* 'if you beat us at blackjack, you too can be a biological parent to one of the most important people in this compound! think of the special privileges!'

Damian: yeah they literally- being biologically related to me gave them nothing, by the way.

Jason: *audibly horrified with himself but still laughing* i did it like three different times-!

Damian: -to be fair i think you reversed one of them after you found out they were genetically predisposed for heart disease. and also you were still majorly impaired mentally so you didn't really fuse me very well. that's why none of them really show up on any tests.

Tim, speechless: oh. my god.

Damian: he was out in the hall outside our room yelling at the passing cleaners like somebody trying to sell fruit at a market.

Jason: *actively losing it*

Tim: wait so was it- did he fuse himself with anybody else or just you?!

Damian, pointedly: no as it turns out-

Jason: *wheezes*

Damian: -he was high enough to fuck with my DNA but not high enough to want to fuck with his own.

Jason, wetly: i can't believe i forgot about this... Damian, i'm half your biological father,

Damian: yes, Hood, i'm well aware- actually. if you didn't remember, then does Father know?

Tim: no, literally nobody knows. B almost figured it out himself at one point but because Jason obviously didn't think it was true, he brushed it off and convinced B he was being an idiot.

Jason, muffled again: oh my goooooddddddd,

Tim: Jason, Jason you- *slight snort* Jason you realise this makes you a co-dad with Bruce Wayne?

*silence*

Jason, decisively: no.

Tim: *laughs* no?

Jason: nope. not happening. we're never telling him. ever.

Tim: why not?

Jason: why n- are you taking the piss?! my relationship with that man is already so fucking undeniably odd- i am not adding co-parenting dynamics to that fucking list-!

Tim: *wheeze* holy- this situation is so fucked-!

Damian: maybe for you guys, this has been my normal for years. can i go now? i'm still working.

Jason: yeah- hold on. if you've always known that i was your half-biological-father, why don't you call me dad?

Tim: *starts cackling*

Damian, evenly: because i jokingly called you 'baba' once while you were under anaesthesia and you crawled into my medical cot and started crying about how you were too young and hated going to parent-teacher nights and weren't sure if you'd be able to 'do right by me' because you couldn't remember how to sign up for children's health insurance.

*silence*

Damian: -so i just switched to Akhi for your mental health's sake.

Tim: *cackles again*

Jason: ok that's actually fair.

Tim: *still laughing* dude are you- are you ok? you've gone so white,

Jason, faint: i gave my son weed when he was thirteen...

Tim: *loses it again*

[msartitalks]

Not a secret family, you're just oblivious. Part 9

Part 1 <previous next>

Tim looked over at the twins to make sure they were settled with their lunch before focusing on cleaning up the campsite with his husband. He had to admit, he really needed this break. Honestly he needed to make time for more breaks like this. Don’t get him wrong, he loved being Red Robin. He just wished he had more time to take these weekends with his family. To give his children the experiences he never got. To keep his relationship with Danny fed and healthy.

As much as he complained about the Waynes constantly pulling him into their family drama when all he wanted to do was patrol it did help him learn what exactly he wanted to avoid as a parent. He never wanted to have the type of fighting and tension with his babies that Bruce did. He felt like he had already avoided part of that by having the stability and support he did from Danny, and all of the family he inherited in their relationship.

After becoming a parent himself Tim found that he understood Bruce better in some ways and much much less in others. As talented as Alfred is a support net work of one is shaky. Especially if that one person insisted on a professional emotional distance. But he could not comprehend the way the man pushed his children away. The way he didn’t talk to them about the important things.

He was broken out of his thoughts by his husband calling him over. “I’m going to take this first load of stuff down and see if I can move the car closer to the trail head.” Danny leaned down to kiss his cheek. Tim smiled and went back to packing.

-

Danny looked over at his husband and smiled. Tim had followed the twins in drifting off to sleep. He was glad he made the right call in pushing for this trip. Sure he had to cancel and rearrange a few projects at the shop and reach out his ghost friends, mostly Skulker, to inform them that if the trip was interrupted he wouldn’t be the one getting skinned, but it was worth it.

Ellie was so pleased with herself for winning the scavenger hunt and getting to choose their dinner. Dan was a bit grumpy but the ice cream definitely helped. Tim laughed so much. His real laugh that he only uses when he’s alone with their family. Danny loves that laugh. He hates that Tim hides it. He never had the dubious honor of meeting Tim’s parents but he is also glad that he didn’t. He doesn’t know if he would have been able to hold his tongue about their poor treatment of his husband. He sighed as he focused back on the road. It was a good thing he didn’t mind driving in silence.

-

Tim had been going through and editing the pictures from their weekend. He definitely wanted to get some of them printed, he had some new frames the needed filled, and the picture he kept on his desk at WE need updated. He smiled at the computer at the picture of Danny and Dan posing in front of a cluster of branches that looked like wings. It made his husband look even more like an angel. Ethereal was always his favorite way to describe his husband’s looks, especially when talking about his ghost form. He heard the door to his home office open and saw Ellie come in with her own camera.

“Papa said you were fixing the pictures you took so you can print them out. Um can we do mine too? I want my pictures in my room.” She asked. Tim smiled as he stood to grab the chair he kept in his office for when his children wanted to sit with him while he worked. Ellie came rushing over as he set it up next to his own chair.

“Of course sweetheart! We have to display your art too!”

-

The mood in the cave was almost acidic to Cass as she joined the rest of her family. Tim had returned to Gotham in the late afternoon the day before and would be coming to the cave to check on any cases he needed to before patrol. She looked back at her companion and decided she should explain her presence.

“I called Dinah. We aren’t good at feelings and we need a moderator for when we talk to Tim.”

There was a general level of reluctant agreement before everyone settled back into tense silence. The silence remained unbroken until there was the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the cave.