Danny has to retreat into his core, Jason somehow finds him and absorbs it. It looks like Jason is pregnant as his own ecto is being purified and then given to Danny's Core.
Enjoy:)
This is a full prompt, though? Okay I'll write mpreg. Gonna bypass that "looks" and make it an "is" though, throwin in some reincarnation and trans Jay.
~~~~~~
Jason was doing one last round before he left for Gotham. Before he left to prove a point. To teach Bruce a lesson he'd never forget.
He wasn't sentimental, no, he was just checking to make sure he wasn't forgetting any sickass weapons that may have fallen behind a dresser or something.
"Todd," a small, imperious voice demanded from behind him. "Observe my new pet rock."
Jason sighed and stood up to humor the little demon.
The kid was holding a weird glowing, cracked orb. It was radiating frost, and Damian had to use cloth between his hands and the magic stone.
"Damian," Jason started, keeping his voice level. "Where did you get that?"
The kid sniffed with all the superiority of a spoiled brat, looking proud and holding the obviously enchanted stone higher.
"Since Grandfather and Mother say that animals as pets would be a weakness, I decided to search the lesser treasure room for a suitable inanimate pet."
Jason sucked in air through his teeth in a soft hiss. There was no "lesser" treasure room; there was the "safe" treasure and the "unknown" treasure. Where was Talia when he needed her?
"Look, kid, I don't think-" Jason started, reaching for the weird rock, just as Damian started pulling away.
"-You are jealous that I have this rock and you do not-"
"-Damian, please, just hand over the fucking-"
"-Cease your attempted theft this instant-"
"-Damian come here you little shit-"
Jason tripped. Damian tripped. The weird rock went into the air...and landed on Jason's chest. It melted into him with a sharp flash of pain.
And that was that.
Damian stared at Jason's stomach, aghast.
"You stole my rock!"
By the time Talia arrived to see what was keeping Jason so long, he and Damian were rolling on the ground biting each other.
~~~~~~
Months later, Jason was beyond ready to murder the newest Robin. He'd originally planned to just beat the shit out of the kid, but he'd been having a rough time.
He was losing his carefully crafted abs.
He was getting soft.
Normally that was whatever, but he was trying to be intimidating, and being soft in any way was definitely going to trigger the dysphoria he thought he'd outrun.
It made no sense; he worked out daily, had started eating on a caloric deficit, drank nothing but water, and made sure what he ate was home-cooked.
Then, one month before go-time with Timmy, he'd started getting nauseous.
He felt bloated, tired, hungry, and most of all; pissed.
As he stalked through the Tower that the newest Robin was hiding in, he may have, perhaps, let the millions of small annoyances pile into one big rage filled pity party with a kid as the target.
It really didn't help that he hadn't been able to don his replica of his own Robin costume, because he...he had pudge. He didn't fit in it.
It was infuriating.
He knew it wasn't little TimTams fault, but he was gonna take his rage out on someone, and the kid was the unfortunate closest person he had beef with.
Was he overreacting? Probably.
But it was lash out or cry, and he refused to cry.
On top of everything, the one thing that had helped with any of the symptoms, the extra purified Lazarus Water that Talia had given him to 'act as an emergency first aide', was gone. He'd drank it all.
With that supply out, he was.
Well.
He was going to kill little Timmy, fuck the consequences.
But little Timmy was...doing a very good job of staying completely out of sight. The kid had been acting far more neurotic than he normally did, only letting out a small gasp when he'd seen Red Hood and immediately darted into some sort of weird hidey hole.
Jason hadn't been able to find him since.
The kid had added his own gopher network to the Tower, fuck.
The speaker system crackled on, just as Jason was about to start laying down bombs.
"Red Hood, please consider your condition. Do not do anything that would raise your blood pressure, or uh..." the newest Robin's voice trailed off, keyboard audibly clacking as he looked something up. "...Or eat peas? No, that can't be right. Whatever, look, just stay calm, take a breather, and don't overstress yourself. It's not good for the uh. The second...yeah. Not good. Do not do. Why am I so dumb sounding when it comes to things like this? Shoulda gotten Steph..."
The kids voice trailed off as he berated himself, but Jason was too busy fighting off the horribly dawning realization of what the kid was saying.
Which couldn't be true, because there was no way for the kid to know, and Jason hadn't had sex in...well. Years.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jason gasped, thanking his past self for putting the vocoder in his helmet. It sounded far more threatening.
"Oh. Uh. During one of your fights with Batman, you got glanced by something sharp, and there was a little blood. Don't worry though! I didn't tell Batman! I just wanted to see if I could figure it out on my own! So I ran your blood and now I...know. That was actually probably like, really invasive. Sorry Jason."
Jason knew the fight the little Bird was talking about. He'd had a random wave of vertigo, barely dodged a batarang. He'd had to do his own stitches afterwards.
"...You know? Know what?"
"Okay, I should clarify. I didn't tell Batman, but I kinda needed help scrubbing everything, so I had to ask Oracle to help, so she knows, and she couldn't keep it from Nightwing, because he's felt super guilty about how he treated you, but Batman definitely does not know."
Jason sat down on the nearest chair, feeling like the wind had been ripped from his sails. He took the helmet off and dropped in on the ground in favor of running a hand through his hair.
"How can you be sure B doesn't know it's me?" He rasped, staring at nothing.
"Because can you imagine he'd leave you alone for a second if he knew you were alive, much less up the duff?"
Jason had nothing to say to that. Either Ra's had been up to some fucked up experiments while he'd been asleep, or he was the victim of miraculous conception.
The newest Robin was rambling over the speakers, but Jason ignored him and held his head in his hands. The glowing orb flashed through his mind, and Jason didn't even have the energy to curse Damian for doing stupid kid shit.
He was just thankful that the kid hadn't been a viable host.
"Tim, shut up. Do you have an ultrasound machine here?" Jason interrupted, steeling himself. He was an adult sort of, one year before it was technically true, and he could freak out later.
It was time to do adult things.
"Oh, uh, yeah. Why? Has your gyno not done one yet?"
"Don't have one, didn't know. Where is it?"
"...I probably should have broken that news to you like, way softer."
~~~~~~
Jason was...pulling back. His criminal empire was still growing strong, and he was making a shit ton of money from it, but he was pulling back from actively provoking Batman.
As much as he wanted B to be the one to kill the Joker, he knew that the older man probably wouldn't do that, and Jason wasn't going to risk getting anywhere near that maniac while he was pregnant.
Batman had certainly noticed the change in behavior, but whenever he tried to intrude into Crime Alley, Nightwing or Robin would intercept him.
Jason.
Jason wasn't sure what he wanted to do about Bruce.
Dick was slowly earning forgiveness for his pas actions, piece by piece. Tim was surprisingly good at being supportive, and Jason's hatred for him was starting to wear away to the realization that this was just a kid.
Oracle, whoever she was, had apparently designed the best security system in the world and quietly renovated an apartment into a safehouse, just for him.
He hated the charity, but it was better than what he could make at the moment with how many enemies he'd gained.
As the months passed by, he found himself hiding away in the gifted apartment more and more.
The dysphoria was...bad.
There were no more mirrors in the apartment.
The kid, which the ultrasound confirmed they were, was a small one, thank fuck. His belly had popped out, true to most pregnancies, but it was relatively contained.
It was still enough to make a horrible sense of wrongness almost knock him off his feet every time he looked down.
He was, essentially, useless.
If it wasn't for the trio of well-meaning extended family (maybe? he had his suspicions about Oracle), he probably would have just laid down on the floor of his apartment and not gotten up.
Tim, surprisingly, had adopted some stupid Alvin Draper alias and was running his crime network in his stead. He was doing a concerningly good job, actually, and Jason and Dick had exchanged more than one worried glance over the kid's head.
Dick had moved in, citing that Bruce was getting suspicious and it was easier to pretend that he'd moved back to Gotham than it was to continually make up excuses. In reality, he was making sure Jason didn't lay down and rot, keeping him active and healthy.
Jason was...trying. He was trying. But between needing to stop HRT and the changes and his fucking voice and just. Everything. All of it.
He hated it.
But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do with the kid.
Dick and Tim had set up a nursery, just in case. Dick had also surreptitiously reached out to the Kents, also just in case. There was no judgement. If he decided to keep the kid or give it away, it would be well taken care of.
That should have been a weight off his shoulders.
But instead, he felt like he was getting worse.
He was so, so fucking tired. He was starving but he couldn't stomach the food Dickwing put in front of him. He had worked so hard to build his criminal empire, but when Tim tried to tell him about it he couldn't focus long enough understand what was being said. He knew that they were getting more and more concerned, and when he woke up one morning and vomited straight Lazarus Water, Tim snapped.
"I'm calling B."
"Tim, no, we can-"
"-No, Dick, we need to figure out what's going on! This isn't something Leslie can handle, we need Bruce!"
Maybe it was just something buried deep inside Jason, but he agreed. He wanted his dad, not a doctor. He didn't care about Tim's reasoning, he just. He agreed. He wanted Bruce.
"Do it," Jason rasped from the floor, leaning into the cold tile. "Get B."
~~~~~~
Jason was still on the bathroom floor when a set of far, far heavier footsteps paused at the doorway.
The wood from the doorframe creaked as whoever it was tightened their grip on it.
Their breathing stuttered. They swallowed.
The footsteps continued, and they knelt next to Jason, wordlessly running their fingers through his hair.
"Hey Jaylad," Bruce whispered, voice tight and controlled even as his hand shook. "Looks like you've got a bit of a situation. Wanna tell me what happened?"
"Got knocked up by a magic rock," Jason muttered, thoroughly enjoying the hand in his hair. "But it ain't going right, and I'm tired and hungry all the time, and I'm throwing up the Lazarus Pits."
"The magic rock info is new," he heard Tim mutter from the hall, right before he was forcibly shushed by Dick.
"Did you have any weird cravings? Any symptoms that don't normally match a pregnancy?" Bruce asked, keeping his voice calm and controlled even as he lifted Jason from the floor and into his lap. "Should I get Constantine on the phone?"
Jason let it happen, turning to hide his face from the shitshow that had been his life for the past six months and shoving it into Bruce's stupid fancy shirt.
"Had Lazarus water. Drank it. I'm hungry but I can't eat anything. I can hear the kid chirp sometimes."
"Like a bird? That's adora-"
"-Shut up Dick not now!"
"You shut up!"
"You...drank. Lazarus Water." Bruce repeated, voice stilted as he clearly started working through something in his head. "I....hm. Okay. I'm...I'm going to call Constantine." Jason couldn't help the snort at the clear distaste in Bruce's voice as he said that.
He expected Bruce to put him down and go get changed into his Batman kit.
He did not expect Bruce to adjust his hold, lean back onto the cabinets, and make the call then and there.
~~~~~~
Constantine was officially unofficially his doctor for the duration of his pregnancy.
That was not something that anyone wanted, Bruce especially.
Jason wanted to throw up and aim it at the Hellblazer, but he had a feeling the man had been covered in worse and would, at best, be unfazed.
At worst, tempted to just smear it on Jason to prove a point.
The Mage of the hour himself was hovering over Jason, eyes unfocused as his glowing hands rested on the despised baby bump.
Jason was laying on the couch, trying not to let the sound of Bruce's pacing drive him up a wall.
"That," Constantine started, head tilting as if he was listening to something. "That is a core. And a baby. And another core. Two Ghost Cores, two bodies. If you're meetin' the needs of the physical, and you're still havin' issues, prolly need to see to the spritual, love."
"Don't call him love," Bruce warned, pausing his pacing long enough to glare at the Mage.
Constantine didn't bother to acknowledge him.
"Don't suppose you've got any spare Lazarus Water lying around, eh?" The man asked instead, eyes refocusing as he removed his hands from Jason's person.
Jason shook his head, but Tim nodded his.
Everyone stared at Tim.
Tim shrugged.
"What? It's under the city. Not like anyone will miss it if we take some."
"How. Tim, how do you know that?" Dick asked, sounding a little scared.
"Because I found it? I tried throwing dead rats in it but it doesn't work on rats, so I tried larger dead animals that had gotten down there-"
"-B you've raised Dr. Frankenstein," Jason groaned, covering his eyes from the realities of a mad scientist little brother.
"But I'm not an undead being stitched together?" Tim asked.
"You uncultured swine," Jason snarled, practically throwing himself into a sitting position and was quickly met with Constantine trying to wrangle him back down. "It's common fucking knowledge that Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, and if you paid any attention in English class-"
"-I'm gonna go get Lazarus Water okay bye!" Tim shouted, bolting for the door.
~~~~~~
Jason drank his fifth juice pack of Lazarus Water, finally starting to feel like himself again, and stared at Bruce.
Bruce, to his credit, was clearly trying very hard not to stare back.
Jason imagined this was rather hard, given that he couldn't stop fucking purring. Apparently, that was a Thing that his body could and would do, according to his unofficial doctor.
Dick and Tim were helping Constantine put the Lazarus Water into the juice packets, all of them desperately pretending that they weren't there at all and trying to be as quiet as possible.
"So, Hellblazer. Nothing to say about the Big Bad Batman?" Jason asked, eyes never leaving said man.
"Not particularly any of my business, mate. I don't really care one way or another."
Bruce actually looked a little put out at that, much to Jason's satisfaction.
"I imagine you have questions," Jason sighed, finishing off his juice pack.
Bruce finally turned to look at him head on, gaze steady.
"They can wait. Do you have any plans for...this?" Bruce didn't motion towards Jason's stomach, but he didn't have to.
"...Maybe. I don't even really know what this is." Jason muttered, sinking further into his chair.
"I told you, love, it's a baby. With a ghost core. It was probably an adult ghost, at one point, but if it was cracked near as bad as you say, it was either reincarnate or disappear." Constantine shrugged, taping another stupid tiny straw to another juice box and moving to repeat the action. "Either way, since it's reincarnation, the baby ain't gonna know tit from tat. 'S just a baby."
That. Damn. If he'd been faced with the same choice, he probably would have done the same thing.
"You keep saying that. What does a ghost core do when it's in a human?" Bruce asked, knuckles white on the couch's armrest.
"Dunno, haven't seen it before. Heard of it, though. Just makes the person powerful, but now sure how much. Flight is definitely gonna be there, though, so I'd ask supes for some pointers." Constantine answered without really answering, true to form for him.
Jason heaved himself up and waved everyone off as they started to get to their own feet to help him.
"I'm gonna take a nap. Snipe at each other in here and don't fucking bother me."
~~~~~~
Jason was disgusting.
Alfred and Bruce and everyone else assured him he wasn't, but he absolutely was.
It was so bad he'd gone ahead and, without informing anybody, arranged for an induced labor at Gotham General as soon as he could.
He didn't want to deal with Dick getting scared and frantic, or Tim overplanning and having a mental breakdown, or Bruce's rigid shoulders as he both tried to apologize and do something stupid like take over from the actual doctor.
Alfred would probably be composed, but if Alfred acted a little off then they'd know.
Hell, Jason had started getting some Braxdon hicks contractions and he swore he watched Bruce's hair grey in real time.
So at the eight and a half month mark, Jason lied to everyone and told them he was going to another safehouse to get away from their coddling.
He ignored their objections and reached for the keys to his car-
-and pissed himself.
Or, it felt like he did.
The apartment went dead silent as everyone looked down.
Then the contractions really hit.
~~~~~~
Bruce actually did try to take over the maternity ward and do the doctors jobs.
Jason was delighted to have an excuse to kick him out.
He couldn't force the man to avenge his murder, but he could make him wait in the waiting room like the rest of the peasants.
Alfred he allowed to stay, though.
~~~~~~
Jason still hadn't decided what to do with the kid.
He didn't know if he was gonna send them off to a farm or if he was gonna keep them.
So he let himself hold them, to see if any of the disgust he'd felt during the pregnancy had been directed at the kid or if it was all just him hating how he looked.
The little bean of a child, eyes bluer than his own, proceeded to free one arm to pull on Jason's bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Ah.
Nah, the hatred had been towards how he looked.
This one was his, the Kents could get visitation rights.
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Yes this is the only thing that all of our family thought about it. Everyday we ask ourselves if we going to live anymore or not . Everyday in this cruel war we imagine one of us dead and feeling so sad about what will happen next day.
Now after the war all the building are destroyed here and there is no life around us please we need to evacuate 🙏🥺
Please help my kids and my family to evacuate from here. Gaza now is not for human being living we need you support to stand with 18 members of the family to travel to another place that could find some peace and start new life without wars. We live in many wars and we are so tired.
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sorry for the hiatus, I should be back soon. holidays, writer's block, lost the danny phantom hyperfixation for a bit. I got reallllyy into Batman instead. So the batfam characterizations should be somewhat better? Lol
the tallest boy so far. maybe more tall boys ahead who knows
Strider units are very rare, and are most commonly found in rural or even wilderness areas. A Striders ability for collecting ambient energy makes them a helpful fueling station for any Walker bots or other to refuel There are 3 models noted to be in rotation. These include:
-Standard Model: base Strider model with long legs, multiple energy storage tanks, small round head and a pair of mantis like arms (with fingers) for picking up and securing heavy loads and maneuvering difficult items.
-Resource Model: Base Strider with added chainsaws attached to head. These saws when not in use slide and collapse into the sheathe making them safe for human hands. These Striders are found clearing up hazardous canopy above hiking trails or fire hazard zones.
-Radar/Conservation Model: Base Strider model, equipped with a radar for pinging off the collars or chips of animals within a conservation zone. When not used for conservation these Striders can also be used as a walking telephone tower, which is extremely helpful for Rangers and hikers in hard to communicate Zones.
A part of me is in shambles every time I see Robin Tim headcannoned as having regularly talked to Robin Jason in his head. Mostly whenever he felt like he needed advice that he couldn't or wouldn't ask Batman or Nightwing for.
How do I console a victim?
Penguin kidnapped me and I'm scared, what do I do?
Batman's greiving has gotten out of hand, how do I cheer him up?
What do I do, now that you're gone and other is no one to take up the Robin mantel?
Pandora, the ghost, was an Amazon from Themyscira in life, losing her life to trap all of those eldritch horrors in her box. In her afterlife, she has kept in contact with the other Amazons, coming to their aid when called upon.
So when the first child of themyscira was molded out of clay, Pandora knew. She liked Diana, admired her stubbornness, strength, and sense of wonder. She knew the girl had left to go to the world of man a while ago, but hadnt heard anything else about her. She wasnt worried about her though, Diana was the strongest of all the Amazons, kind and brave. The world of man would not pose too much of a danger to her.
After the whole thing her box getting stolen and Danny returning it to her. She takes on something if a motherly role to Phantom. She doesn't really know how kids work though, she comes from a race of women where there were no children. Diana is literally the only living child she has ever known. Pandora herself was never even a child. When Danny flees from his life in Amity Park (reveal gone wrong, family dies, or something) he goes to Pandora who wants to help him, but her acropolis is no place for a half living boy. So she tells him about her niece Diana.
"She was the only child of my people, when she grew up she left to the world of man."
Literally the only child??? Danny is imagining like, someone maybe his sister Jazzs age who ran away from home because she lived on an island with all adults and no fun. It does not help his assumption that Pandora talks about Diana like shes still wet from the clay she was molded in.
Danny is given a letter written by Pandora, asking Diana to help care for him and told that last Pandora heard her little niece lived in Washington DC. Danny goes to DC and manages to find Diana based on Pandora description. She is not at all what Danny was imagining, but she takes him to her home and reads the letter describing Danny's heroics with Pandoras box.
Diana Prince takes one look at this human boy and thinks to herself: if Bruce and Clark can just show up with a teenager, then why can't i?
Queue the next Justice League meeting:
"I would like to introduce my son, Daniel of Themyscira, he will be accompanying me on all Justice League missions. No Batman i will no be accepting any criticism from you of all people."
Danny, in human form, waves at the team of heroes with his string bean arms.
So my friends got me into Danny Phantom again, and I'm noticing some very hilarious trends in the fandom regarding Danny's parents. You fools. Never underestimate the amount of copium anyone in the Fenton family can generate at will
“spicy pillow” jokes aside, I think @flowerkrone’s tags deserve a serious reply:
#my old phone looks like this on my shelf lmao #im too scared to touch it to throw it away #idk what trash this even goes into when its at this point
The pillow-shaped object here used to be the phone’s battery. It’s not a battery anymore. Now it’s a balloon full of corrosive, pyrophoric chemicals and hydrogen gas and it’s one puncture away from burning your house down. I am 100% serious. You should be scared to touch it.
But you gotta touch it, because you gotta get it out of your house before the pressure builds up to the point where the balloon pops. This isn’t going to happen soon – there is no need to panic – but it will happen eventually.
And, indeed, it doesn’t go in the ordinary trash. You put this in the ordinary trash and you’re gonna set the garbage truck on fire. Don’t do that to the garbage collectors, their job is hard enough already.
The first thing you need to do is get a fireproof container. The most common household item that qualifies as a fireproof container is a cast-iron cookpot with a cast-iron lid – often sold as a “Dutch oven.” Any other cooking container that’s unreactive, has a very high melting point, and has a lid made of the same materials will also work: enameled or stainless steel, Pyrex with glass lid, etc.
However: Do not use a pot with a PTFE-based non-stick coating. If the battery does explode, the fire will probably be hot enough to degrade a PTFE coating, producing toxic smoke. (Not that you should breathe the smoke from the battery fire either, but PTFE breakdown products are worse.) Do not use a pot made of aluminium or copper. The fire might even get hot enough to melt those.
Whatever container you use, you might have to throw away along with the phone, so don’t use your good Dutch oven for this. Go to a thrift store and buy a cheap one.
Once you have the fireproof container:
Gently pick up the phone and put it in the fireproof container. If possible, gently tape the phone to the bottom of the container to prevent it from bouncing around. Don’t put any padding in there, that’ll just make a fire worse if it does happen. Put the lid on and tape it shut.
Put a label on the container, something like “DEFECTIVE LI-ION BATTERY – FIRE HAZARD”.
It is now reasonably safe to move the container around. However, if the battery does explode, the container is very likely to leak smoke and get hot, so keep it in a well-ventilated area and away from things that will be damaged by heat. Don’t leave it exposed to the weather, either.
You need to find either a hazardous waste disposal site, or an e-waste recycler that will accept defective Li-ion batteries. I can’t help with that because I have no idea where you live.
However, your local fire department, if you have one, will probably be happy to help. Call their non-emergency number. Nothing is on fire yet, so this isn’t an emergency, but things that can easily start a fire are still within the fire department’s responsibilities. Tell them you have a phone with a bulging lithium-ion battery, you put it in a fireproof container, and you want to know how to dispose of it safely.
If the fire department tries to tell you this isn’t dangerous or it’s okay to throw it out in the regular trash (with or without fireproof container), hang up on them and write a cranky letter to your local government representatives, then keep looking for a proper disposal site.
When you do find a a hazardous waste disposal site or an e-waste recycler, call them and make sure they will take defective Li-ion batteries, before showing up. That’s also a good time to ask if they will let you have the fireproof container back.
*Danny trying to explain his death to clear things up:*
See, my parents built a portal into the Ghost Zone, but it didn't work at first. So I brought my two friends down to see and one of them dared me to go look inside. I tripped, caught myself on the wall inside, discovered that my parents accidentally put the on/off button INSIDE, and the machine turned on before I could escape.
😓😤
*Thinking everything is now cleared up*
*The investigators talking with the heroes:*
So, the friends?
*Danny:*
........... What?
😀
*The Heroes:*
No, sounds more like the parents. If not murder, then absolutely neglect.
*Danny:*
WHAT?!
😰
*Investigators:*
Ah. *Turns to Phantom* Thank you for your cooperation.
☺️
*Danny:*
STOP!
😭
*Diving into a Protective Obsession rage*
LEAVE MY LOVED ONES *ALONE*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
DPxDC Prompt where when Damian has grown comfortable with the Waynes, settling into the household more firmly, he finally tells them about his late brother, Danyal.
With his family's help, he makes a proper grave for his twin on the Wayne Manor grounds, on a little hill with the best view of the night sky.
Hundreds of miles away in Amity Park, Illinois, Danny's core resonates, recognizing something he's lacked.
One day, when Danny is grievously hurt or terrified beyond reason or exhausted to the edge of collapse or perhaps even all of the above
He follows that resonating feeling in his core. Instinct driven, to far beyond his limit to even notice his surroundings; he finds that peaceful place to rest, hide, retreat.
That is where Damian finds him one early morning, sleeping in the snow in jeans and a t-shirt, but somehow miraculously alive.
Damian, kicking open the door to the Manor, carrying his Supposed To Be Dead Brother bridal style like he's some fainting Victorian waif: "TODD! Is your freakishness contagious or is Gotham soil just prone to reanimating the dead??! We will have to investigate this! Also, Father, congratulations. It is a boy."
The rest of the Bats, just trying to eat their fuckin waffles: ( O.O) (O.O )
It's especially confusing because Danyal wasn't even buried there. They didn't have his body to bury him there. The grave was symbolic, a memorial, a cenotaph.
If Danyal did somehow catch Todd's or Gotham's weirdness, why did he resurrect there? As opposed to wherever Mother had left his body or even where he had actually died? Why at (not in, at, thankfully) a grave erected years after he died at a house he'd not lived to learn his connection to on a continent he'd never even been to?
There is much to investigate indeed. But for the moment, Danyal is alive. Injured, freezing to the touch, with dangerously low heart and respiration rates. But indubitably alive.
Danny will wake up in the infirmary, a very sterile room with lots of medical tools available but none to wear, devices connected to him and strangers talking about his abnormal readings
Suffice to say that he opens his eyes in panic and quickly scans the room while starting to get up then freezes when seeing Damian
From the batfam's point of view the new brother's heart rate briefly returned to normal then he opened his bright green eyes in a slightly different way than Todd when he had a seizure starting to try to get up and reaching out his hands towards the board has an emergency scalp (or other improvised weapon) but immediately freezes and calms down upon seeing Damian (Danny's eyes turning a non-shiny shade of blue)
So he supposes that he has a baby assassin like Damian who has arrived but who also has the madness of pits like Jason. They are already preparing for the test.
Suffice to say that they will not be ready for danny teen with attitude, sacastic and lover of puns but clearly traumatizing and hiding him as best as he can just like the signs that he is a meta in a way or another (bruce and talia don't have the latest meta gene)
[it's a little off from the prompts but my brain snails wouldn't let me sleep until I vomited this up. feel free to continue.]
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The very first thing he smells is dirt. Wet, heavy dirt. The kind he remembers from his fight with Undergrowth and from trying to dig his own grave. The air is damp, making the smell nearly overwhelming. He can hear the faint rustle of dry skin rubbing against itself, just like bat wings, so was he in a cave? Underground? That's odd. Danny doesn't remember being near any caves.
There was also a weird buzzing sound. High pitched and electrical, similar to his parent's basement-
Danny's eyes snapped open, and he jolted upright. Fluorescent lights burned his eyes, making him contort his face in a silent snarl, but he didn't dare squint through the pain. His eyes were roaming, and his heart was beating harder than it had in a long time. Was he in a hospital? No, this must be a secret infirmary. The walls were rough and white, with three beds lined up against one side, and him in the first one. The main doors were shut but not locked, and another metal door opposite him had a sign that said SURGERY on it; Danny was a little glad he didn't wake up in there.
But when did the GIW catch him? The last thing he remembered was losing half his torso in a blast and dripping precious ectoplasm halfway across the Midwest before he...
Before he found a grave.
The burn in his eyes settled. Danny kept frantically glancing around. He wasn't restrained. He wasn't tied down at all. Danny was human, still in the clothes he'd put on this morning, sans his NASA shirt. Bandages were wrapped heavily around his lower torso; he must have grown back his organs already. There were a few medical machines hooked up to him, but nothing was actually stuck in his skin yet. One of them, he recognized, was a heart monitor.
Danny tore the tape and sensors off his chest without a thought, sending a pulse through the wires so the machine shut off completely. He hated hearing the slow beeping of his heart rate. The others started beeping frantically when he removed them, making an ache build in his head. Their machines were farther away, and he had to get up.
Right. Get up.
His eyes swam as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. When was the last time he ate? Both as a ghost and as a human? He can't remember what waffles tasted like. Danny had been pushing himself so hard the past few months, and with his injury, he was weaker than a newborn kitten. But he had to stop that incessant beeping, so he stood anyway, swaying a little and stumbling to power the machines off.
His well-earned silence didn't last for long.
The doors to the infirmary slammed open, startling Danny. An angry boy stormed through, his body language practically screaming his feelings to the world. Danny crouched as much as he could, snarling, ready for anything. If the GIW wanted a fight, he'd give them a fight. If this teen was another one of those stupid ghost-hunting kids they found off Craigslist, though, he might have to put the fear of God into a few people before he blasted his way out of the compound, taking the kid with him.
The boy stopped short at Danny's growl, nearly tripping himself. "Danyal!" He choked out, looking both pissed and devastated at the same time.
Danny paused.
He hadn't heard that name in a very long time.
He squinted at the boy. Aside from the naturally green eyes, shorter hair, and tanner skin, the teen before him looked exactly like Danny.
Oh, Clockwork is so getting an earful for this.
"D-" He tried to speak, but his throat was too dry, and Danny doubled over coughing. Damian, his twin brother, his baby brother whom he forced away, rushed forward to catch his body before he hit the floor. Danny collapsed into him, gasping for air. (Not that he needed it, but human habits were hard to break.)
"Danyal," Damian was on the verge of tears, which was so out of character; Danny dimly pondered at this being another clone or perhaps some cruel illusion his mind had made up in the face of True Death. But, no. Danny's core was practically singing as his brother held him, raising a bottle of water from the nightstand to his lips and helping Danny work through the coughing.
This was family. This was his brother. His twin.
Danny took a shuddering breath. "Damian," he breathed out. "How..."
"Don't speak; we only found you a few hours ago," Damian instructed. "You're malnourished and weak-"
"I know," Danny interrupted. He pulled away from Damian, reversing their roles as he gripped his brother's face with a desperate need to make sure this was real. Memorizing all the differences his brother had in their shared face so Danny didn't have to keep guessing. "How did you...no. I remember now. You made it out alive. You were saved; Mother kept her promise. Thank the Ancients."
"You're supposed to be dead, Danyal!" Now, tears were rolling down Damian's cheeks. Danny tried desperately wiping them away with his thumb, but it wasn't enough. "You gave up your life to make sure I lived, you pushed me away, you-"
"I'm supposed to be dead." Danny echoed softly. "And...I am, Dami. I am dead. I'm not supposed to be here, Dami. How did I get here? How did you find me?"
Damian sniffed. All his anger was gone now. "Your grave; I made you a grave. We made you a grave. I went out to change the flowers, and you were lying against the headstone."
"...Shit." Danny bit his lip. "Shit, I'm sorry, Dami," he cursed again as his thoughts caught up with him. Danny forced himself upright, Damian right behind him with hovering hands, obviously worried. He dug around in his pockets and thanked the Ancients that his pants were still on. He found a marker and scribbled his burner cell number on his brother's bare arm.
"Where are we exactly, Damian? And what was the timeframe from when you found me to now? How many people know I'm here?"
Damian stared at his twin, who seemed so frantic despite his calculating questions. "I found you at 6:57am, EST. It is now 2:34pm of the same day."
Danny raised an eyebrow but didn't look up. "EST? So this is still America?"
"Yes. We're currently in the Batcave under Gotham City."
That got Danny's attention. He whipped his head up, and Damian was faintly interested to see his brother's eyes glowing a toxic green. Just like Todd's did when he was in a Pit Rage, but somehow, Damian knew his big brother wouldn't hurt him if it came to that.
"NEW JERSEY?" Danny screeched. "FUCK! I gotta get farther than that! Shit, shit, shit! Damian, who else knows about me?? If this is the Batcave, does that mean Batman reported me already??? Ancients damn it all, where's my t-shirt?"
Damian snatched his brother's wrist, preventing him from pulling away. Danny's weakened state made it impossible for him to break the grip. "The only ones who know are our family," Damian stressed.
"Mother and Grandfather?? Damian, that's WORSE! I can't-"
"No! Not them!" he barked. "Father! And our many insufferable siblings he's picked up off the streets during his long reign as Batman. The League does not know you are here, Danyal. No one else outside the Manor knows. I promise on the stars."
Hearing their childhood promise made Danny slow down for a moment. "...Wait."
Ya just know that while Danny is in the infirmary processing that his Dad is Batman, the Bats are one room over trying to figure out who Danyal is afraid Batman would report him to.
Who is Danyal running from that he thinks Batman is affiliated with?
Who convinced their brother/son that Batman would hurt him?
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