what if I made a thing or it already was that while Airplane wrote the world, Peerless Cucumber illustrated it (only the animals. And Binghe, fighting the animals.) And then then then
He'd totally do it on an alt account, right?? Peerless Cucumber can't be seen making fanart!! (And he's good at it. Like, wiki is using his art in the monsters and beasts pages (that Peerless Cucumber volleyed for. He also separated it from the plant section.) Because 1 its good 2 the artstyle is consistent 3 there isn't a lot of monster official art, other than that one with the black moon rhinoceros python and those other ones and 4 it's really that good)
Haha incomprehensible parenthesis nesting aside, Airplane is watching the forums, right? Not sure about other stuff in canon but he looks at the forums and the fanart and the fiction and most of it is probably corn and binghe and just a little bit of mobei-jun and also the wives tm but!! There's also that guy!!! The monsters guy!! (People would probably suspect 'Drawing the Beast's Ire'- or some other sex euphemism I'm not good at making those- of being Peerless Cucumber because 1 the writing style is the same 2 Peerless Cucumber is the number 1 contributor to the PIDW wiki and a lot of it is the monsters and beasts section and it makes sense, yes??) Anyway, Airplane shooting towards the sky suspects but not too seriously suspects Mr ire of being cucumber's fanart alt but uh uh that ends pre-transmigration section
So, Shen Yuan starts running about, right? Things seem really... familiar, maybe thats the word?- for some reason. This is because every animal and plant he's ever drawn, sketched- maybe even thought about but that's a stretch?- is his design. The firefly parallels hold their forelimbs like butterflies. That is how far down it goes. Maybe it doesn't come up until later, but beasts and monsters from fanfiction get involved, oc species, too... anyway,
Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky transmigrates 30 years (iirc) before Peerless Cucumber. He was an avid enough follower of Drawing the Beast's Ire to recognize that these are their designs! Here's where it gets really crazy. Xiao-Mobei comes along, and while he's still pretty young, Airplane can tell that this is Drawing Ire's design! Some aspect, maybe his ears or teeth, (this isn't a well built theoretical tangent) of Mobei isnt canon. Its Drawing Ire's. From that one Northern Kingdom collection. Whatever stretched his world building into coherence, completion, didn't just pull from fanwork, official art, whatever it could find, it went for Drawing the Beast's Ire's designs specifically. Damn that's crazy Airplane ahahaha moving on,
This is getting really long so I'll be a bit more concise, (want to know more? Talk to me. Please talk to me. I want to interact with the fandom. Ask me questions. Poke your fingers into my cage.) This all comes to head at the Immortal alliance conference. The monsters and beasts really start pouring in! And Shen Qingqiu/Yuan remembers his creations. However, he assumes that this is because like 1 other person maybe was Drawing ghost head spiders.
Hey, Peerless Cucumber really liked the monsters, right? The deadlier, crazier, more intricate, the design the better! So maybe, when he was drawing, he... added some things, really believable, logical additions, really just small creative decisions...
Anyway, the monsters that Drawing the Beast's Ire made were where it came to a head.
Lets have another Canon divergence. Maybe, during or after Binghe gets pushed in, out of the rifts comes a species that Drawing Ire created. It's beautiful, poisonous, beloved, and really quite deadly. Shen Yuan/Qingqiu, Peerless Cucumber, Drawing the Beast's Ire... realizes, quite like airplane before him, that he's illustrated, practically sculpted with his own hands, monsters from the Endless Abyss with claws and teeth and poisons as deadly as Peerless Cucumber thought that the really cool monsters could deserve. It feels like he's the one cutting, biting, poisoning his sweet little sheep. It feels like he's digging out the marrow from his little white lotus disciple's bones.
Doodle dump for my fic au 'The Rehabiliation Of Death' out-of-context and whatnot
Been drawing nonstop for my AU on art stream last couple of weeks. Some of these I had bigger plans for to actaully clean up and make it look decent but I gave up so now you get scratches. There's more of them but that's for another dump post later
Young Dick Grayson is wandering in the JL headquarters in the artifacts room. He’s been just looking around, occasionally reading placards that Zatanna or Dr. Fate have added on the items used and its history.
He pauses when he comes across an old green rotary phone. Next to the phone is a small placard. It reads “never pick this up.”
He knows he shouldn’t touch it. He’s in a room full of magical artifacts. There’s no way this won’t come back to bite him. But his curiosity overwhelms him.
He picks up the phone and dials a random number.
It rings.
And rings.
And rings.
And-
“Hello! Fenton speaking! Who am I speaking to?”
Someone answered.
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Danny doesn’t know why this unknown number rang the house phone but ngl, he’s a bit curious.
(Nomatter what number you choose, it always goes to the Fentons landline
What if transdimensional telephone? Or even an anachronistic telephone? 😏
NOO I ALREADY HAVE A FIC IM WORKING ON HOW DARE YOU
I like the idea of a young Robin talking to a Danny that is 10 years removed from his time/dimension.
Ough the possibilities. Good shipping material too. But I digress.
The whole story would be about these two boys developing a friendship across dimensions/time via stupid magical rotary phone. And when one of the other faces peril, they find a way to jump to the other. I'm thinking Danny being in the past (read first superhero AU) and remembering the time and date of the danger to Dick and being there to save him/the JL.
Maybe something like this?
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"Ah! S-sorry! Wrong number!"
Danny blinked at the receiver. People didn't often call the house anymore. Not even telemarketers! People can only last so long in front of one of his parents anti-ghost speeches. It was strange that someone actually bothered to call, even if it was a wrong number.
He put the phone back on the wall and shrugged. Not his problem. Just as he turns away, the phone rings again.
Huh.
Danny let it ring for a moment, then picked it up. "Hello, Fenton residence. May I ask who's calling?"
"Oh! Uh... Hello."
Danny frowned, the voice sounded young. His age or younger even. "Hello. Uh, can I help you or...?"
The phone buzzed with the dial tone. They hung up again.
Danny looked at the phone, confused. That was weird. Wasn't a ghost caller. His parents ghost proofed the phone lines long ago. Maybe it was a first time prank caller. Which wasn't uncommon, but still strange after all this time. The Fenton prank buster tm was still fully operational after all.
This time as soon as he put the phone back on the receiver, it rang again.
"Hey, who is this? Prank calls aren't as funny if you don't do the joke right away." Danny answered, irritated.
"P-prank? I'm not calling to prank!" The voice sounded indignant. "I'm trying to call Br-my dad!"
"Well you keep calling me so..." Danny cleared his throat. In a deeper voice, he continued. "Hello son! I'm so glad you called! Your mother has dinner in the oven and it's reanimating! You might even say that the turkey has gone fowl!"
There was a moment of silence.
Then, quietly over the gentle static of his parent's landline, he heard gentle snickering.
"Well dad, if the turkey's gone rogue, then isn't that simply poultry in motion?"
Danny chuckled. "Your sense of humor is im-peck-able."
"Sir, that pun was ill-eagle."
"Oh toucan play at this game."
---
Dick snuck through the halls of the Justice League base. With any luck, nobody would catch him. Bruce was currently engrossed in a meeting about a new inductee to the Justice League. He should be safe for at least 45 minutes.
He made his way to the artifacts room. He was sure not to touch anything as he crept through the piles of magical items.
Straight to one toxic green rotary phone.
He grinned, picking up the phone and spinning any set of number he could think of. This time he did his birthday.
"Thiiiiiiis is the Fenton residence. To whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?"
Dick pinched his nose. "Ah yes, this is Chuck from accounting. Do you have the fourth quarter sales report yet?"
There was a giggle from the other side before an equally nasally voice came through.
"Oh heeeeey Chuck. This is Caaaaarl. I'm sorry to break it to you, but the sales report has been scrapped. See, the guy compiling it was afraid of the number 4 and had to throw it out."
"Why?"
"Cause he was one real odd guy."
"So you're saying he couldn't even?"
Giggles on either side of the line filled the room.
Dick grinned. "So how're you doing Danny?"
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"Welcome to Fenton airlines, this is your captain speaking."
"Hey Danny."
Danny quickly sobered. Dick always had some sort of lead in or one liner. This didn't bode well. "Hey Dick. What's up? Is everything okay?"
"It's... things aren't great right now with me and Bru-my dad. I'm not going to be able to call for awhile. I just wanted to let you know."
"Oh." Danny felt himself slump a bit. He'd really come to enjoy the occasional pun battle and chit chat with the guy he'd come to know as Dick. "Okay. Uh... Thanks for the heads up."
"Yeah."
"Listen Dick, I know we really don't know each other and... I know I sound like a creep, but if you need any help, just give me a call, okay?"
He rubbed the back of his neck. Why was he hesitating about this? Just because his parents didn't give him or his sister the attention they wanted, didn't mean he couldn't extend his help to someone else. Even if that someone else was a complete stranger.
"Uh... I don't think..."
"And I know I don't know where you live and I have no idea about you life and all that but like, dude, you're fun to talk to. I don't get to just, talk much anymore. About dumb stuff like puns and junk." He knew he was rambling, but he didn't stop. "I know I'm just some stranger, but I've been through some stuff and know how it feels to have someone to rant to. And I know being at odds with parents sucks and I've been there and if you need someone to just talk at about stuff... Well..." He finally trailed off.
There was a pause.
"... Thanks Danny." The voice over the phone sounded fond. Like he was smiling even though he was going through it. "I'll try to remember that."
"Sweet. I mean you have my number."
"I actually don't."
"What?" Danny frowned. "Then how do you keep calling me?"
"On a Magic green rotary phone."
"I'm sorry, on a whaaa-hang on. Does it have a dude with salt and pepper hair and a cheesy grin on the back?"
There was another pause.
"Yes."
"Woooooow." Danny rocked back on his heels. "I thought that thing was lost to time and space. Nice!"
"Okay now I have questions."
"Well, how much time do you have?"
--- ☎️ ---
"So, your dad built a portal to an interdimensional realm for science in your basement, rebuilt an old rotary phone to try to speak to the dead, but tripped and tossed it into the void of infinite dimensions and somehow it turned up here."
"That about sums it up."
Dick could feel a headache coming on. "That sounds incredibly dumb."
"Dude, that isn't even the half of it. I don't know which dimension you're in or even when you are! I thought that thing was gone for good."
"You know this begs more questions than it answers."
Dick was startled out of his thoughts as he heard the door to the artifacts room open. Zatanna's voice echoed through the room as she spoke with a man, Constantine?
"I have to go." He whispered into the phone. "I'll call back when I can."
"Okay! Take care of yourself Dick."
"You too Danny."
And the line went dead.
---
It had been years since the phone rang. And so much had happened since he last spoke to Dick. Pariah Dark, Vortex, Undergrowth, coming clean to his parents, that huge mess with the GIW, something about a meteor, his alternate version evil self getting a redemption arc, and the interdimensional war.
Frankly he hadn't even thought about the phone in a long time. At one point he considered setting up a voicemail, but never got around to it.
It never rang nowadays anyway. He'd tried quite a few times to call Dick back, but no one ever picked up. It would just ring endlessly.
Eventually he stopped trying to call.
Danny flopped heavily down on his parent's old sofa, groaning as he let the cushions take his weight. He hadn't been home in months. Things in the infinite realms had really taken off with this whole king thing. His entire life (afterlife?) was filled to the brim with fights, political meetings, and fixing temporal displacements.
Whoever said that the dead were peaceful should've been shot.
He was just about to close his eyes for a well deserved nap when he startled upright. A familiar ringing sound filled the air.
Someone was calling the house phone.
He scrambled to the wall where the old phone hung. It was even more beat up than it had been years ago. The phone had made it through several invasions and countless explosions. Was it luck? Maybe.
Danny snatched the phone from it's cradle.
"Hello?"
There was a pause.
"Danny?"
The voice was deeper than he remembered. But that made sense. They had both grown up.
But just to be sure...
"How do you spot a nosy pepper?"
He paused. This joke was golden.
"Because it gets jalepeño business."
Dick replies without missing a beat.
"Well that's just un-bell-ievable."
Danny let out a breath of relief and felt a smile stretch his face. "Dude! It is you! Your voice sounds so different!" He laughed. "How've you been?"
"Awful." There was a short pause. "But enough about me, cayenne ask you a question?"
"No poblano! What's up?"
"So, you know a lot about the infinite realms, right?"
"Yeeeeah?"
"And how it connects all of time at different points?"
"Uh-huh?"
"How do you find someone lost in the time stream?"
Danny felt his whole body twitch.
"Okay, now I have questions."
---
The watchtower had fallen.
The great satellite that served for the JL's base of operations had crashed to the earth. Countless lives were lost. Those some of those aboard the watchtower, some beneath it.
The great creature roared in triumph. This ungodly being that defied the mind and spat on reality could not be defeated by mortals. Anyone with eyes could be blinded by the mind warping horror.
It was Eldritch.
And it was destroying the world.
Dick rushed through the wreckage. Searching frantically for... There!
He raced towards a panel, heaving it off of the dark clad form beneath it.
"Bruce! Bruce get up!" Dick hefted the broken man's arm over his shoulder. "We have to get you out of here!" He tapped his com. "Oracle! The watchtower is down! Can you hear me?"
Nothing but static.
"Richard..." Batman's head lolled to the side. "Dick. I'm..."
"Shut up shut up you aren't going to die here!" Dick grunted, pulling the man along.
"I'm sorry son."
"We can't..." Bruce murmured. A concussion, no, severe head trauma. "... S'magic."
"Shut up damnit!" Dick couldn't let himself cry. They would both be killed. But he couldn't stop the tears that rolled down his cheeks regardless of his will to stop them. "We're gonna get out of this! We have to!"
Dick swore again. He looked around frantically. He saw members of the JL all doing their best to get those trapped under debris free. Those not helping the injured were mounting another attack against the being.
Which would, like before, be ultimately useless.
Dick didn't know what to do.
"Where is the JLD? Can't they do anything about this?"
Okay okay. Dick could do that. He could work with that. He led batman to one of the hastily made medical stations and ran back out into the chaos and debris. A fire had started and heroes were clearing the area.
Dick darted through the wreckage, trying to remember where the magical artifacts room had been.
It took an hour of searching before he happened upon it. Completely on accident after almost tripping over a broken steel beam.
One toxic green rotary phone.
Dick snatched it up and ran.
--- ☎️ ---
The phone rang.
"Danny please... please pick up."
It rang again.
"Please please please." Dick pleaded, sitting at Bruce's side while the monster raged. His head was bowed and he held the phone like a lifeline. How it hasn't been destroyed was beyond him. How it still worked without power was a mystery as well.
But at this moment it didn't matter all that much.
It rang again.
"... Please. Please pick up..." Dick gave a weak laugh. "I'm close to giving up the ghost here Danny."
It rang again.
"The again, it won't be so bad. At least I'll get to keep my ghoulish figure."
It rang again.
"I might cry though. It'll ruin my ma-scare-a."
It rang again.
Dick let his head fall and hit the cot his father was resting on. This was a long shot. He knew it. Danny might not be able to do anything at all. Maybe he was just some guy he had called on a whim. A friend connected across dimensions.
He still wanted to call him though.
It rang again.
Dick heaved a shuddering sigh. "At least I'll have great hair." He couldn't help a snicker. "On account of my scare-spray."
There was a click.
"This is your friendly neighborhood ghostbuster, how may I exorcise you today?"
"Danny." Dick's relief was palpable. "Thank God."
"Hey Dick. What's up?"
"I need a favor." Dick heard something massive something crash into the ground not 2 blocks away. "A big favor."
"When and where."
Suddenly the enormity and ridiculousness of the situation caught up to Dick. He started laughing.
"I don't even know if you can do anything about it! It's crazy! A giant Eldritch horror broke into our dimension and is going to destroy everything!"
"Dick..."
"Like I know things had gotten bad before, but this..." His laughter had a tinge of hysteria to it. "None of us know what to do! And we're supposed to be superheroes! It's crazy! It's insane!"
"Dick! Calm down! Where and when are you?!"
"And what's even more crazy is the fact that I decided to call you up in the middle of a warzone! On a freaking rotary phone!! Who does that?! Crazy people do that!"
"Hey, why did the chicken cross the road?"
Dick stopped. The non sequitur was so out of left field that it pulled him out of the spiral.
"Wh-what?"
"To get you to tell him the time! Tell me the time!"
"Uuuugh... 2:45?"
"And the date!"
"2023?"
"You're 10 years ahead of me?! Nope doesn't matter! Where are you right now?!"
"Just outside of Gotham city. New Jersey."
"Okay. I'll be there. I promise."
There was a sudden chill. Like an arctic breeze that swept through the air. A horrible ripping sound tore through the noise of chaos.
Dick had the good sense to step outside the medical tent to look up at the sky. A glowing toxic green portal split the sky like a horrible scar. A figure came through it.
It was too far away to see, so high that it floated at eye (???) level with the creature laying waste to the world. It leveled a toxic green blast at the horror.
Dick gasped, watching as the figure began attacking the Eldritch being with vigour. Watching as it deftly evaded attacks and made the thing howl with pain and fury.
Dick watched, speechless as the small figure nearly single handedly dropped the Eldritch creature to it's knees. An enormous rift filled with a swirling green void ripped itself into the sky just beyond the entity. And with a massive green shield, the figure shoved the horrible creature into it.
It screamed and screeched and howled, but couldn't fight the shield forcing it into the rift. It tumbled inside like an ungainly sack of squishy marbles. The rift snapped shut behind it.
And then Danny spoke up.
And there was silence. Beautiful beautiful silence.
"Sounds like I handled your problem spook-tacularly." His voice was smug. "Please remember to thank your waiter. Talk to you later Dick! I'll see you in 10 years."
And he hung up.
Dick barely heard him.
A light smattering of applause heralded the descent of the figure. A man bigger in size than even Superman, wearing a fur ruffed cloak made of the darkness of space peppered with stars and a crown wreathed in green flame. His hair was a shock of white the floated in a nonexistent breeze and his eyes burned with green light. His armor was black and white, emblazoned with a stylized P on the breastplate.
He drifted lower and lower, eyes scanning the debris and various people here and there. His glowing eyes finally fell across Dick, who had been standing slack jawed outside the medical tent holding a neon green rotary phone, and he smiled.
His teeth were sharp.
He descended slowly to the ground and walked forward. His smile only growing as Dick took a nervous step back and hugged the phone to his chest. The man finally stopped after coming face to face with Dick. If you could call it that. He towered over the vigilante.
A tense moment of silence passed.
Then the man cleared his throat.
"Did you ask if his refrigerator was running?"
"Wha-"
"Because that's a classic. Prank call 101." The man grinned. "Or just just pretend that you're their dad."
The phone fell from Dick's nerveless hands.
"DANNY??!"
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Well that was fun! I definitely didn't hours of precious sleep writing this. 👻☎️
When Danny answers a Craigslist ad in Gotham, he never expected to become the getaway driver or to get in a car chase with the bats. He doesn't want to go to jail so might as well tap into his inner Jack Fenton.
Danny ends up getting offers of work from more rogues and criminals after and has to seriously consider if this is the life he wants. It was a good night. But does he really want to be a career criminal?
I mean, the cash is good.. No, Danny what would Jazz say!
But Ellie would say take the money, and don't get caught...
Fuck it he should call his sisters.
Danny: Jazz! Ellie!
Ellie: Template!
Jazz; Little brother. What do you want?
Danny: So. I answered a craigs ad list...
Ellie: Oh was it fun?
Danny: I ended up as a getaway driver for Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.
Jazz: Danny! Did you get hurt???
Danny: Nah I channelled Dad. I uh, got another offer though. And the money is REALLY good.... Should I take it?
Ellie: YES!!! Only for the ones on the list though.
Jazz: *sigh* You do need the money. And it is Gotham. Your only legal option is Wayne Enterprises really... Fine. But if you get caught I won't bail you out!
Danny: Cool! Cool. So, Harley really liked my driving and uh, I have her phone number. You want me to ask if shes ok answering your list of questions?
Jazz: YES!!!
Ellie: Find Dr Freeze! I demand answers too!
Danny: Sure thing Ellie! Ok. So uh, I guess I should probably join the goonion. Just to make sure none of the rogues fuck me over. And you know I'll only take jobs from the list.
Jazz: I am so glad I made the list of "rogues you are allowed to contact" Before you moved there...
Joker tries to grab the brat. But he is oddly slippery. This gives the bats some breathing room as Joker has a new obsession. They don't know why he wants the tired college kid so much. And they are highly concerned about the kid. But uh, he is damn good at dodging the Joker. Unnaturally good actually.
They need to look into the kid while trying to grab Joker. Dammit.
Danny has been amusing himself dodging the Joker. But Harls is his favourite to work for. And he finally got all the deets. And well. Harls is becoming a friend. Joker fucked her over real good. So, it is his duty, as a good friend to ensure he can't hurt her anymore. Now, he can't kill him. That would get WAY too much heat. BUT, he can damage his spine. Just enough to make him paralysed. From the neck down. He just has to look up how to do it carefully so he doesn't accidentally kill him. Hmm. He would be best off not searching that online.
*sigh* Time to hit the books then. The library is full of everything. And he is slated to do a basic first aid course. He can say it's to help with that. Back injuries are a problem right? Can't move the victim unless you do it safely etc. Yeah, he can spin that! And that's only if anyone asks. It's a good thing the campus library is open all night. He can just sit in a corner. Then he doesn't have to check the book out.
This happens to be the same library that Babs works at. Because she is Babs she discovers Danny’s plan to paralyze the Joker and decides to “subtly” help him. After Danny finds out what Joker did to Babs he is all for her help and promises to film the event for her viewing pleasure.
Danny takes great care to set up the camera in such a way that it won't show more than his hands. He also dresses up as knockoff Batman, padding included, as well as slight lifts in the boots. Look he is taking no chances. Seeing as the librarian helped him and he was filming this. Well he needed to make sure no one could connect it to him. As a siren he could lure people in with his voice. And he could change it enough to make sure no one would recognise him.
He lured Joker into the warehouse he set up for this and managed to get him in the right place for this to happen. He grabbed Joker by the neck and restrained him in ice. If he got the placement wrong he might kill him. And that was not the plan. He carefully went about his work. And when he was sure Joker was done he released the ice leading to Joker dropping to the ground. Danny leant over and smirked at him.
Danny: I hope no one remembers you in years to come. Don't worry. I already called the police and an ambulance. Wouldn't want you to die before your memory fades.
The Joker looked at him hatefully and fearfully. He realised this man could have killed him easily. But he took that chance from him. He couldn't feel anything. He was done. He would never be able to do anything again. Not really. His body would trap him.
Danny left just as police entered the building. He took the camera and went home. Time to check the video didn't show too much of himself. Not to mention set up an alibi. Given he was back within a few minutes due to flying invisibly home he should be good. Not that anyone should suspect him. But it was good practise. He sent a text to Babs. A simple 'hey you want lunch, I found a great film in my collection'. That was vague enough. He sighed and got dressed in comfy clothes. Throwing the suit into a portal. Look, if no one can find it, no one can test it for anything. He heard about the bats. He was not risking shit!
Babs got the best message she could have imagined. And she would get to watch. This was perfect! He was even setting up a coffee meet up so it wouldn't be suspicious. Oh she liked him. Maybe he would end up joining the team at some point? Although he was more likely to work with Jason given his methods. Oh this would be a great day. And she would get to 'find' the video and leak it online. Well, only if it didn't show off Danny too much. She wouldn't do that to the man getting her justice!
Babs is either going to date him or they will be besties for life. Jason? Really wants to find whoever did this and thank them. Just so very much. Babs can't randomly start to date him right now though. Odd timing. It's the sort of thing B might obsess over.
Bruce? Is losing his shit. He might not be overly displeased that Joker can no longer hurt people. But.... Whoever did this was a threat. And no one can find anything on them! The voice was distorted as anything, and wasn't through technology either. They can't accurately tell how tall or broad they were. They are fairly certain it was a man... But only fairly.
And! Babs refuses to help. Which is understandable. Joker hurt her and Jason badly. But whoever did this could do this to do many others! This could be another villain rising! So he's going in circles and working himself to the bone to try and figure it out while the extended bats.... At best out in enough effort to say they have.
Harley and Ivy are gleeful once the news comes out. They don't know who did it. But Danny is a friend. So he still gets invited to the celebration. And Danny isn't saying anything. Babs already agreed the knowledge stops with her. Unless he makes it a habit. Which is fair.
Ah but while we the audience know this? Batman has no clue at all. And while Babs is fairly certain this is a one off? You can never be too sure. She is a bat after all. And it's always good to have blackmail right?
Danny is also still doing college, first aid and part time getaway driving. He is a very busy guy. Babs really does NOT need to ever worry he will be setting up as a villain. But it's Gotham. And the water here seems to affect the intelligent and driven differently.
Danny though? Just here having a good time. Putting his skills to good use. Harley is the only passenger he's ever had that likes his driving. He appreciates that about her.
Consider. Danny gets read into the Oracle Secret because Barbra calls him to help Get Her Out because a rougue has set the building om fire or something. So now Batman is more than usual paranoid about their secrets, meanwhile Danny is just like "I should introduce you to me friend Tucker. He use to be my Tech Guy"
Danny doesn't care about the civilian ID of the local colony. Bruce? Is still going to be paranoid. Glad Babs has a friend who could save her. Absolutely. But still paranoid.
Babs knew when she called him that he wouldn't ask about it. That it isn't something he cares about all that much. And hey! She got a great driver for escaping rogues! Like, holy heck! Danny could give a bat a run for their money. She pretty sure cars that aren't the batmobile aren't meant to be capable of the tricks he pulled getting her safe!
Babs would very much like to see what he could do in the batmobile. A race between him and Nightwing or Red Hood would be great to watch! She definitely has to see if she can wrangle that at some point. Would be hilarious. Danny drives like the concept of death doesn't phase him at all!
Dick? Is very very pleased that Babs was saved. But, but.... He was so jealous! She got to be driven by a speed demon! Even he wouldn't drive a normal car like that! Guy was nuts! He wants to be a passenger next time! Babs! Let me meet him! C'mon!
After moving to Gotham and having to deal with a stressful job, Danny has started taking walks around the city as a way to destress.
Since he knows that he could get mugged, he just becomes intangible and invisible while listening to some loud music on his phone.
Unfortunately for him, his control on his Invisibility keeps slipping when he gets lost in his music, and the people of Gotham keep seeing a semi-translucent ghost man walking around at night aimlessly.
Some thugs think it’s just a meta with invisibility and try to mug him, but pass right through and he disappears completely. This convinces them that he is a ghost, since having both invisibility, and intangibility would be too big a coincidence. Not to mention he never reacts to them whatsoever.
The Bat’s get word that a Ghost has been stalking the streets of Gotham, and he looks scarily like Bruce Wayne from the little they have been able to see from him. Now Batman thinks his dad may have come back as a ghost.
Danny is oblivious to all of this. He just likes his nightly strolls.
What if the stressful job he’s dealing with is funeral director/mortician. So when he takes these walks he’s often wearing a fairly nice suit, maybe one that’s a little old fashioned that he bought used in order to save money but still look professional. Or maybe it’s an old one he “borrowed” from Sam’s dad, one the guy wouldn’t miss with how he changes out his wardrobe every gala season.
This kind of outfit, of course, lends further credence to the theory that this is Thomas Wayne’s ghost, cursed to wander the crime ridden streets in which he died.
One night Danny had a little accident as he was leaving the embalming lab to get home. He was actually pretty annoyed about it. He swore the new guy had it out for him, with how he just happened to be carrying old Mrs Smith’s drainage when Danny popped in to say good night and just happened to spill some of it all down the front of Danny’s second best dress shirt and just happened to not get a single drop on himself.
Ellie comes to visit at one point and is super excited to show Danny her new shapeshifting powers. She can’t do a lot right now, not yet, but it’s enough to play around with in the streets of Gotham.
Danny is thrilled his little starlight is learning new powers. To celebrate, both of them dress up real nice and hit the town, taking full advantage of their ghost abilities to make the most of it. They get some ice cream, see a movie, freak out some tourists, scare the shit out of the Joker, mess around near the clock tower, and eventually calm down enough to enjoy the night air through a long walk.
Ellie is giggling and skipping ahead of him, taking advantage of the empty streets to freely shift her form every other block. With one step, her hair is twice as long and sparkles with an unnatural gleam. The next, her dress has turned bright green and the flowers stitched onto the hem wriggle and dance in tune with their blasting music. Danny calls her back when she gets too far, and when Ellie turns around, all of a sudden she looks like a boy with a suit similar to his and an adorable pixie cut.
Danny just sighs and takes his daughter’s hand. He knows that one day, when her powers are more developed, Ellie will truly cause him a royal headache with all the trouble she’ll get up to using her powers. But right now, right here, he’s just glad to have proof that Ellie is becoming her own person. She’s thriving in ways he never will, and that fact alone comforts both of them. Ellie isn’t just a clone anymore. She’s his daughter, and he’ll humor her till the end.
It takes a few days for the thought to crystallize, past the unsteadiness of shock. For his normally brilliant mind to start making connections again. Chaotic. Fae-like. His… His Father was unchanged. A man forever trapped in time, yet free from that terrible alleyway in a way Bruce still isn’t. But the CHILD?
It brings to mind the old tales of changeling. Fae children left where human children were taken from. Or perhaps, like cuckoo birds, fae children who steal a human child’s place. It was… It was seeing himself replaced. His father laughing, playing, unknowing in his adoration of what he believed was his son. The child in Bruce had screamed in horror.
The man in Bruce knows his Father is not unknowing.
At least… he desperately hopes so. It is impossible to tell yet what the ghost of Thomas Wayne is actually SEEING. The world as it is? As it was? Something else, beyond Bruce’s human sight? He’ll need Constantine’s help. Everything in him is trying to fight calling him.
It takes all his strength just to say the words out loud. To ask Clark for help, all the way over in Metropolis City, but Bruce… he can’t. He can’t. He searches the city for signs of his Mother. Like everyone else looking finds nothing. Was she not worthy of a return? Did she not earn some impossible goodbye?
What God would separate his parents? Would cruelly tear them from each other’s arms? Is his Father looking for her? For him? He found him. Is it now his wife he searches the streets for? Imagining her around the next street corner, some function or charity, a dear friends house for a chat?
Or was he pulled back by the Fae Child. Yanked from his rightful sleep, to play house, by the willful demands of a magically powerful child? Did he stand above his grave and wonder where he was? One moment trying desperately to protect his family, the next a graveyard? The world changed. The endless questions haunt Bruce.
Ha. “Haunt”. He’s begun to hate that word. Trapped. His Father isn’t “haunting” anything. His Father has been TRAPPED by this city and a child that Shape-shifts like water flows. Has Gotham not asked enough from his parents? Did they not already pay, for the crime of caring, in blood? Behind him Damian is less practicing his stances, as he is wrathfully hacking away at a training dummy.
Bruce continues to type at the bat-computer, gives him his privacy as he works through his emotions. The disrespect to his grandfather’s spirit. The lose and hurt he is feeling. Damian has never gotten to even meet Thomas Wayne. Known him only as stories and other people’s memories. Paintings upon walls. Old journals.
Beautiful but empty things.
The spaces outlining where a man once stood. A great man. A kind one. One who would have loved him fiercely and been endlessly proud to call him his grandson. One he now sees played a puppet along the filthy streets he died on. Sees at the mercy of forces unknown, to ends unknowable.
Who sees it hurting his family.
Alfred is nearly a ghost himself these days. He has caught him staring at his parent’s portrait so many times. A truly lost expression on the man’s face. When he had thought it a hoax he had been offended but now that it… it is likely REAL? There were so many things left unsaid. Things they wished they could share with his parents.
It is grief ripped anew.
His Father… He had told him he had done a good job. The look on his face excited and melancholy like he was remembering the escapades of Bruce’s youth. When mastering something meant then turning around to show off to his parent’s. Was he proud? Is he?
Bruce is afraid to ask. Afraid to know.
But he will not let his Father be trapped in the city that killed him. Cursed to wander the city of curses. For all he loved this city, Thomas Wayne earned a peaceful rest. Deserved to sleep along side the wife who he loves and loves him more than anything but their son. To dream of dancing and stars and peaceful afternoons, in whatever comes after. Not this. His Father does not deserve this. And Bruce?
#he totally asks alfred if martha was pregnant#she was#no idea the gender#but appearently#the baby decided it was a girl after death#constantine comes to check it out on bruce’s insistence#and apparently bruce’s parents managed to become king and consort of the dead in the infinite realms after they died#bruce has to sit down HARD#dcxdp#mistaken identity au#danny as thomas and sam as martha#and ellie starring as unborn child!
Is reincarnation a thing in the DC universe? If so, then John can somehow test if these are actually the souls of Thomas and MArtha Wayne and the test saying that they were. The taruma this would cause Bruce having it confirmed. It isn’t demons or something taking their faces, it’s actually his parents. Would the two start to get some feelings or memories back from their previous lives due to their connection to death as a liminal and a halfa? Actually say things that his parents did or reference events that happened for them. Or them mentioning their daughters older brother then getting confused when questioned deeper, because they don’t have a son? How much would that hurt Bruce that his parents don’t seem to be able to consciously remember him? Also finding out that they became royalty in the afterlife would be a shock.
At some point, Sam goes up to a rooftop just to get a quiet moment to herself and curses when she finds an injured Batman passed out there.
Batman wakes up to a woman who looks like his mother applying first aid with steady hands while complaining about “self-sacrificing idiots not knowing their limits. How much good do they think they’re gonna do after pushing themselves to a point where they can’t do anything. At least Ellie didn’t inherit that.”
Bruce is still a little out of it from blood-loss or whatever, but he manages to absorb an important detail: her name is Ellie. The little sister he never got to meet is named Ellie.
After Sam realizes Batman is conscious, she starts talking to him. She says a lot of things like “don’t you dare die!” And “I know your work is important, but you can’t just run yourself into the ground like that” and even “as much as the realms would love to have you, you will not be showing up until you’re old and gray.“ She might be redirected some of her frustrations with Danny over the years.
Bruce makes a small choked noise before managing to say “understood,” in a relatively even voice.
It wasn’t much but Sam caught it, and Now she’s alarmed because Batman doesn’t do shit like that; what happened to him? Was if fear gas? No, he’d have an antidote for that. Did he get hit with some new kind of chemical weapon? Shit, now she feels bad for yelling at him.
She offers to stay with him until someone comes to get him, because leaving him alone on a roof when he’s drugged seems irresponsible. Fuck, he’s shaking. Sam ends up awkwardly looping an arm around his shoulders and trying to be comforting (which is really not her forte) until one of the other bats shows up. Then she promptly disappears because she wants out of this situation. She has her own traumatized hero to look after, thank you very much.
This concept has a lot of room for emotionally intense dramatic irony.
There could be so many interactions where Danny, Sam, and Ellie are totally oblivious.
You could have all three seeming to be ghosts because Sam is heavily liminal, and just popping up at random intervals.
Sam and Damian bust the same dogfighting ring and work together. Damian rescues a box of puppies from the breeder that was supplying the ring. Sam calms some of the dogs that didn’t make it enough to lead them to the ghost zone.
Jason gets pulled in off the street for a quick lecture on the aspects of self care and health that work differently for the undead. Danny asks him to come to him with any questions or concerns he has going forward.
You could have the Bats learn (correctly or incorrectly) that the Waynes reincarnated, and alternating between wanting to know them and not wanting to drag them into things when they seem to be living peacefully.
Danny’s apartment ends up becoming a safe Haven for the Bats after the first couple of times he finds one injured and can’t just do nothing. They can come to him for patch jobs with no judgement, or just for company that doesn’t ask much of them on bad days. Being able to provide the kind of safe place he would have liked to have when he was a hero gives him a sense of contentment and peace.
For all that Batman is good at putting on a strong front when he’s out and about, the poor guy seems so lost and uncertain when he gets somewhere safe enough to drop the act, so Danny tries to be extra kind and gentle with him because he knows what it’s like to have to put on a brave face. (Danny doesn’t realize that Batman is different around him)
At some point Ellie gives Bruce a flower crown made out of dandelions and clover and Bruce just about loses it.
The flower crown is going to be carefully preserved and stored/displayed somewhere safe, isn’t it?
Batman may project stoicism, but at his core, he’s someone who cares a lot.
I’m still imagining Danny being gentle and supportive with all of the Bats. He tells them things he would’ve liked to hear as Phantom. (You are so strong and so brave and so good. You are doing enough. It’s okay to rest sometimes.)
Sam is not the touchy feely type, but she’s getting attached, too. No mushy stuff, but anyone who actually manages to seriously hurt one of the Bats will briefly disappear under mysterious circumstances and turn back up severely traumatized.
Ellie doesn’t take long to decide all of the Bats are family, now. She pesters Jason for shoulder-rides (He’s so tall). She is thrilled when Nightwing enables her need to climb and/or swing from everything (she could fly, but that’s not the same).
She made Tim promise that if he ever becomes a supervillain She can be his right hand man because fuck the gender binary (he was to busy laughing at a kid saying “fuck the gender binary” to figure out a tactful way to change the subject).
Ellie occasionally interrupts patrol to show Robin where she saw a family of opossums (almost always in places a normal child couldn’t reach/shouldn’t go).
Black Bat is invited to play ballerinas (even if they’re really playing warrior princesses undercover as ballerinas).
Ellie teams up with Steph to sneak some ice cream (they didn’t really need to sneak, but it was fun).
Even Oracle gets some crayon drawings (Ellie asked the other bats to give them to her once she realized Oracle probably wasn’t going to visit in person).
I like the idea of Danny and Sam as reincarnated Thomas and Martha being like
“Is it weird that we’re so protective of these random strangers?”
“It doesn’t FEEL weird, but it seems like maybe it should?”
And then both of them shrug and move on because neither has a strong understanding of what normal is anyway.
They don’t know about their past lives, but they are subconsciously influenced by them. Like, the reason Danny panicked and disappeared at that first meeting with Batman instead of just explaining that he works at a morgue was because something deep down realized that showing himself to Bruce in this state would cause him pain and wanted to shield him.
The placement of the red gems and pearls wasn’t intentional, but it also wasn’t coincidental. Clockwork gave them the present to give to Bruce, and they didn’t even think to question it because it just felt right.
If Sam and Danny feel the odd urge to spoil the Batkids rotten, they probably just attribute it to their own time as teen heroes. (Subconscious be like “GRANDBABIES!”)
They get along with Lady Gotham right away, not realizing that she’s already an old friend.
I think it would be funny to have Tucker’s visit coincide with the Duul Aman exhibit going to the Gotham Museum, and for one of the Bats to stumble across Danny and Sam teasing him about it.
Batman paused in a shadowy alcove at the sound of Martha and Thomas Wayne’s laughter. He peered down and saw them standing with a man he didn’t know.
“You both suck.” The stranger grumbled petulantly.
“Aw, come on Pharaoh, You have to admit it’s a little funny,” Thomas said with a cheeky grin.
“I just don’t like thinking about that life. There were a lot of things that the me of now isn’t proud of.” The man sighed in a way that spoke of old regrets that still ached at times, even after having largely made piece with them. Thomas and Martha sobered at the admission, and their eyes became a bit more sympathetic.
“Duul Aman wasn’t one of the worse leaders history had to offer. He made some positive change for his people,” Martha offered.
“Nobody becomes the best version of themselves by being raised to believe they’re a god,” the man said.
“Fair enough, but at least you’ve got a couple of things to be proud of, right?” Thomas Wayne said with a shit-eating grin.
“Making Ras Al Ghul eat it was pretty sweet,” the stranger said with a chuckle. “Though you won’t find records of that accomplishment. The jerk must have outlived me.”
Batman’s eyes widened behind his cowl. He considered following the three, but he really needed to go try and keep Catwoman away from the new exhibit.
Several things clicked into place when he saw the face on a sculpture of the Pharoah Duul Aman.
Oooo~ I love you bringing Tuker and his Confirmed reincarnation into it.
Sam and Danny don’t make the connection themselves but having the Bats get suspicions from this encounter would be a great lead up to them calling Constantine.
I’m just imagining the Bats calling up a magic user to settle the “ghosts or reincarnation” debate only for the magic user to be like “they’re testing positive for both. Why does Gotham have to be so Goddamn weird all the time?”
Omg this just keeps growing and with every reblog, I’m baffled!
But can anyone please check on Alfred? Idk if he’s having a good time from the nostalgia or going to have a heart attack with everything going on! Is he just “ignore everything & make himself numb” mode? SOMEONE CHECK ON ALFRED
I like stories where Alfred and Clockwork are either together or old friends, so Alfred is alright. Clockwork talked to him about things, so he knows what’s going on and is just waiting patiently until he can start nudging things in the right direction.
If his family wasn’t so full of overly dramatic people with too many skills and too little sense, he could have already told them what’s going on. Unfortunately, his charges are all so patently absurd that anything involving emotions has to be handled in very precise fashions. Otherwise they’ll hurt each other in ways difficult to repair, disappear into other dimensions, or become dictators.
Alfred has been keeping up to date on the ex-Waynes’ new lives since the sting of the loss faded enough that he could manage. He’s already planning family dinners.
The first relates to Dani being disappointed when she realized she wasn’t going to make it back in time for Bruce’s birthday. I think it would be funny for Dani to randomly turn up at some point with a late birthday present that’s kind of out there. Probably some weird thing she found in her travels.
Could be anything from a little kitschy knickknack from some small, obscure country to a really weird object from another realm, but I think the weirder the better. Like, this little girl randomly shows up, enthusiastically hands Bruce a bizarre item that she found somewhere, and then disappears with no explanation.
I guess it could also be some Fenton Works equipment paired with a mysterious mention of how “Grandma and Grandpa fixed the Specter deflector so it prevents overshadowing without hurting any ghost the wearer touches.” I just find the option of Bruce being left holding something that looks like either a weird rock formation or some kind of fungus or egg attached to a stalagmite with no idea what to do with it funnier.
On the one hand, it’s a gift from his ghostly little sister. On the other hand he has no idea what it is or if it’s dangerous in some way the ghost child didn’t realize.
The second thought I had is about Deadman being the one who has answers. In the cartoon, the ghosts all knew who and what Danny was. Apparently the creation of a half-ghost is hot gossip in the zone. Most of them don’t bring his condition to the awareness of humans. Apart from the mutually assured destruction situation with Vlad, the closest any of the ghosts come to using Danny’s secret identity against him is when Walker makes life really difficult for him by launching a smear campaign and stirring up anti-ghost sentiment in Amity Park.
I kind of headcanon that spreading private matters of the dead amongst the living is something ghosts just don’t do. They gossip amongst themself, and they’ll even chat with living folks about things that aren’t private for the ghosts involved, but they don’t air ghosts’ secrets to the living. It’s not exactly a moral thing, it’s just how they do. They just don’t tend to have any interest in doing so. The only reason it even came up with Danny and Vlad is because they’re both half human.
That said, the fact that Danny, Sam, and Ellie are reincarnations and seems to be trying to reconnect with people from their previous lives might mean that talking to Bruce about their history might not register as “telling the living about a ghost’s private business.” He wouldn’t broadcast it to the world or tell random people, but he can clear up a misunderstanding with their son.
So Deadman tells the tale of Danny Fenton/Phantom as he knows it. Basically it’s an overview of the broad strokes of Danny’s superhero career and how he became king. It is probably incomplete and not entirely accurate because Deadman wasn’t there for any of it and learned most (if not all) of what he knows from stories that had been told and re-told several times before reaching him.
Deadman cheerfully and obliviously delivering a whole new crisis. They got answers about how they can register as both reincarnations and ghosts. Now they have entirely new unanswered questions.
Idk why, but my first thought was Ellie appearing, handing Bruce a big rock and saying “Pretend it’s a seed, okay?” And then immediately dipping. And Bruce is just standing there holding this big rock that his little sister gave him like “I don’t get it.”
Dick definitely saw A Bug’s Life tho, and finishes the joke. “Maybe it’s a ghost thing?”
Only, guess what Dickie, your totally right, it is a ghost thing! Cuz Sam and Martha were both Jewish, and one of the few things I know about Jewish people is they don’t leave flowers on graves but they leave rocks! Omg, my brain made that connection right now as I’m typing this, I love my brain and all it’s neurons! ⚡️🧠⚡️
Someone needs to expand on the rest of Gotham! Having the King and Consort there Must impact the ecto in the area…
Does this imply that the clients Danny takes on becomes healthier ghosts? Or with his time spent in graveyards, murder scenes, etc etc making stronger ecto areas?
Does this mean more and more people are coming back and creating a… livelier (ha) Gotham reminiscent of the old days?
I mean, no one has even mentioned Mr. Solomon Grundy, with the new ecto do yall think he crawls out of the sewer slightly more coherent, obviously still repeating the rhyme but maybe with a few ones mixed in, maybe less anger?
On that note, how’s Jason been holding up? Is his pit rage getting better? Jumping off of that, does Ras hear about Duul Aman and decide to stop by for a bit of his psychotic, immortal version of dun? Does Talia happen across Sam at all?
That bit about Ras learning about Duul Aman, I like it. Here are my thoughts.
Duul Aman very soundly trounced Ras Al Ghul in that lifetime. He was a strong leader, a powerful sorcerer, and a pragmatist who never lost track of what his actual goals were. He was also just plain smarter and better at understanding people.
Ras has been trying to recruit talented people for how many centuries and still hasn’t thought to try being a good boss? He kills half a dozen of his own mooks for failing to kidnap a vigilante he knows damn well is more skilled than them, or in a fit of post-Lazarus irritability. Then he wonders why no one good enough to have options wants to work for him. The man has had centuries and still hasn’t noticed that reward systems are more effective than intimidation tactics at getting people’s best work out of them and keeping them loyal. I’m pretty sure that the main reason Ras has any sort of mastermind cred at all is because he has the Lazarus pit allowing him to brute force his way through enough experience to sometimes fake it.
I mean, just look at how he handled things with Red Robin. He jumped straight into trying to control him with threats and taking a hostage. He could have handled that whole mess in a way that left Tim thinking of him as someone reliable and reasonable, and then let him go while making it clear that Tim would be welcome back should he choose to return. He could have laid the groundwork for a relationship that would have let him draw Tim to him over time. Remember, hero Tims and villain Tims are all doing it for the people they love. Tim will do anything for his people. Ras stared right at the evidence of this and still decided to be a threat to Tim’s people rather than trying to be one of Tim’s people.
So Ras, who has spent several centuries failing to grasp that being the biggest bully in the yard is not a winning strategy in the long run, finds out that the foe he never managed to vanquish is back in the land of the living, and now he’s just some guy with no armies to command. He decides to go get payback. He fails to learn more about the guy than that he’s a private citizen living in some very ordinary apartment somewhere before sending a team after him.
Here’s the thing. With Tucker Foley’s technological know-how and memories of Duul Aman’s life spent studying magic, Tucker becomes one of those very rare people who know enough about both electronics and magic to get them to work together. He has been developing all kinds of crazy magitech that let’s him do things like rapid fire spells that other magicians would take days or weeks to prepare for by writing a program that does the heavy lifting for the calculations involved. Tucker may not have an army in this lifetime, but he also doesn’t need one.
Tucker is down to kick Ras Al Ghul’s ass again. When he learns that Ras has been creeping on some kid, he’s quick to offer the kid his protection, a phone that will cut through any kind of interference and even work across dimensions so the kid can always call for help, and lessons on skills that are very useful for kicking Ras Al Ghul’s ass.
Whenever the reincarnation thing comes to light, Tucker’s going to have a head start on being the cool uncle (great uncle?).
He’s already got fun bonding activities with Tim and Babs (because Tim knew she’d want in on the coding magic lessons and Tucker was glad to have another person to share his super niche interest with).
He’s written some books that explain magic stuff in a way that makes enough sense to non-magicians for them to ununderstand the risks and make informed decisions, so Bruce warms up to him more quickly than he otherwise might have.
Dick likes that Tucker manages to both respect how capable he is and acknowledge that he is a human with limits who can’t be expected to manage everything perfectly all the time. Tucker grew up with a guy who could fight off a world ending horror and then wipe out tripping on his shoelaces. He gets that someone can be capable of amazing things and still screw up sometimes. He gets that Dick can be the first Robin and Nightwing and still be a twenty-something kid who needs a damn break sometimes.
It takes him a bit to figure out how to connect with Jason without alienating Bruce, but eventually he works out that he can resolve some of the tension there by putting a curse on the Joker that will cause him to fail spectacularly any time he tries to hurt someone (often in a manner that involves the Joker getting hurt in some amusing way).
Offering the non-lethal spell with the explanation that the Joker seems like the kind of crazy that would stick around after a violent death and he doesn’t want to run the risk of a more dangerous version of the Joker becoming a long-term problem, Tucker is finally able to find a compromise that both are satisfied with. The Joker isn’t dead or maimed, but he also can’t hurt people anymore. He can’t ever hurt Jason again.
Also, they get a very funny video from one of Arkham’s security cameras of the Joker trying to attack a guard only for his pants to fall down, causing him to trip down the stairs and lie on the floor dazed until the guards collect him.
Danny Fenton is so damn sick of rich fruit loops. It’s worse now, since he’s one of them.
It’s not Vlad that he’s with, thank the Ancients, but Danny isn’t sure that this is better.
Because he’s Timothy Drake, a baby, and he’s been reincarnated after the Ancient of Reincarnation accidentally drank too much wine.
He’s going to kick their ass so hard when he gets back.
Danny huffs. He rolls over, ignoring the silent manor. Sure, he’s read the comics. Sure, he laughed and imagined being adopted by Batman- come on, Danny had black hair and blue eyes even back then, he was totally adoption bait- when his parents gave him reason to lose trust in their love. But that’s it, that’s all he thought it was. A day dream, a wish for a universe that didn’t exist.
Danny hadn’t understood the reality of the whole Infinite Realms thing, a place he was now the King of. Batman? Real. Danny? Reincarnated. Hotel? Trivago.
Like, this wasn’t what he meant, dammit.
And now he’s stuck as Timothy Drake, and Ancients, he was starting to see parallels.
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Danny tried photography. He really did. He wanted to at least stick to the source material. But that’s not who he is. Even with the shiny new brain that memorized, catalogued, and put together clues at the snap of his fingers, but Danny’s never been one to take photos. It’s a respectable art, for sure, but Danny preferred to live in the moment instead of capturing it to remember forever. It’s just-
He watched the Graysons fall. He watched Dick Grayson turn into Robin. And Danny can’t and won’t ever betray his Obsession like that, ever again. He can’t let Jason die for his “story” to begin. That’s not how Danny works.
He’s there to protect.
Danny hasn’t ever been just Tim. Danny was also Tim and the Ghost King without a haunt. But now? Gotham is his haunt. He, in lieu of an actual city spirit, is Gotham. He’s also a Drake. And Drakes were meant to hoard.
Batman and Robin? They are his.
He claimed them, as a Drake. But that claim is weak. So he claimed them as their city, and that is a claim that will never be able to be challenged.
Danny’ll be damned before he allows some lanky starved clown beat the life out of one of his Robins. So, for the first time in his nine years on this planet, Tim-Danny goes ghost and flies.
“Who- who. Are you?” Robin slurred from his place in Danny’s hold. He is broken, yes. But not dead. Danny infuses some of his vitality, his ecto, into Jason’s injuries to help them heal.
“Gotham.” Danny replied, layering his ghostly voice with those of the city.
“Goth’m?”
“Gotham. Sleep, little bird. Your city has got you.”
When Robin, Jason, settled with a sense of trust that tugs at Danny’s core, Danny carried him to Batman, whose eyes were wild and manic. He glared menacingly at the green and white ghost in front of him, who was holding his broken and beaten son-
Well, it’d be menacing if Danny hadn’t watched him eat bricks and mortar, crashing into a building while using his grappling gun.
“You-”
“I am Gotham.” Danny cut him off. Despite his wary nature and natural paranoia, Batman settled at his city’s gaze rested on him. Danny knew that Batman recognized his city. Batman’s head bowed, but his eyes stayed on Robin. “You were supposed to take care of Robin.”
“I- I know.” And that voice was all Bruce Wayne the Dad instead of Batman the Vigilante. Danny gently placed Robin in Batman’s arms, taking in the tremors as he held his son close.
“Go back, Bruce. And make sure Jason knows how much you love him.”
He laughed as Bruce whipped his head upwards. “I am your city. You are mine as much as I am yours. I’ve known of you before you were born.”
Technically? Not untrue. But Bruce will chalk it up to weird magic shit. It’s not like it’s a secret that Gotham’s kind of curse. Besides, this way, Danny will be able to help out more often. And Bruce won’t be able to connect Tim Drake to the “Spirit of Gotham.”
“Return, my knight. This is not your city. I can not protect you as well as I can in Gotham.”
“Thank you… Gotham.”
Danny sighed. He wondered when he’ll have to field questions from a John Constantine. He’s pretty sure Bruce will call in magical help, even if it was his own city he was investigating.
Batman’s lucky Danny liked him enough to allow it.
So I am Guessing that Danny’s ghost form still looks the same and thus not like Tim Drake. Which would tie in a commenter’s idea that he thought of as a god and vessels situation. I also saw a comment that with all the stuff the Drake’s bringing things home from archeological digs maybe cursing Tim and that is how he became a vessel.
Anyway I don’t like reblogging unless I have something to add and this time it is just questions.
Jason thought that Robin is Magic, and this is only going to re-enforce that. But now that his fate has been changed from the Red Hood pathe what will he become?
How does the conversation go when Jason wakes up back in the bat cave medbay?
Did the magical community sense Danny’s ghost form being used for the first time?
Let’s see what others can add on. @arzuera @dcxdpdabbles @evilminji @flamingpudding @hdgnj @hypewinter @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @kizzer55555 @puppetmaster13u @zylev-blog
I think having read a whole lot of isekai stories gave me at least a bit of inspiration to hopefully contribute something good to this prompt. Because honestly, I love this prompt!
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Nine years old Tim-Danny was pacing. His little mind was running with all kinds of thoughts and remembering everything he knew of the original story. He had done his first big change and he wasn't sure how much he could now rely on the original story.
It had been a month. Nightwing was back on planet, and Batman had also been seen, but there was still no sight of Robin. Which expected. Jason was probably most likely still healing from his injuries. And he had a working plan on how to haunt the Joker.
Still Danny was here pacing in his room. Trying to remember more key points of the original and trying to figure out how the change he made would now influence it. By the looks of it he won't be breaking into Dicks appartment anytime soon, nor would he be taking the place of the third Robin. That was fine. He was sure Stephanie would have more fun. Plus he liked that he had become the 'Spirit of Gotham' instead.
He stopped pacing for a moment, contemplating this thought. Now that Danny wasn't going to become Robin, he also won't get Ra's attention. Which meant no missing spleen for his future. Good. He would have found a way to avoid it anyway, but this was making things easier. Also he would still like to make friends with Tim's group. Like having a clone friend when he previously had a clone sister? Yes please. Also he would like to save him sooner before the whole clone debacle escalated and then settled like it originally did.
Danny was just about to start another round of pacing while trying to remember the next big key event that was going to happen when he noticed movement outside his window.
He blinked once, before walking over to his window and realizing just who was out there running across his backyard like a free man. Right out there running around freely and apparently enjoying his regained mobility was Jason Todd.
Right, the Drakes were the neighbors of the Waynes.
Wait... the Drakes were the NEIGHBORS of the Waynes!
That was his chance! He rushed down the stairs nearly taking flight so he could get faster to the backyard. He would dile up his entire cute little kid act and make friends with Jason and then get access to Alfred's cookies!
What was the use of being reincarnated into a Batman story if he doesn't at least get to try these rumored cookies!
Next goal: Alfred's cookies.
Surely the next key event can wait a little longer, right?
Jason didn't yelp, he didn't, when a tiny head popped up over the ridiculously high fence. But! Even if he did? Who could blame him! The kid was tiny, and it was a tall fence ok!
Danny: Hi! Are you ok? You've not been outside in forever!
Jason: Yeah. Got caught in a rogue attack, but I'm all healed now! Who're you?
Danny: Oh! Um, I'm Tim! Tim Drake! Sorry if I scared you?
Jason: What? No. Just. You're small ok. And it's high, I was scared you might fall.
Danny: I'm real good at climbing! You don't have to worry! Promise!
Jason was worried. Jason was definitely worried. No matter how good a climber the kid was? That did not look safe.
Jason: You should get down though. Won't your parents worry?
Danny: They're at work. So it's fine! Mrs Mac has gone home already. So, it's fine! Adults are weird.
Jason did not like that news at all. Not one bit.
Jason: You're there alone? You're like 8!
Danny drew back in indignation. He knew he was on the smaller side for his age. Damn Janet Drake and her genetics.
Danny: I'm 9 thank you! Also yeah? Who else would be here?
Jason:... I'm getting Alfred.
Danny pouted as Jason ran away. Maybe his cookie plot was working? But he had the feeling he maybe shouldn't have used his home alone status. Dammit, Jason was a street kid right? Why was he so worried about Tim?
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Jason ran into the manor looking for Alfred and Bruce. Wait, weren't the Drake's archaeologists? Who were on a dig?! And they left their kid alone!?! He ran in, Bruce and Alfred were in the same room. That made this easier!
Bruve: Chum? What's wrong?
Jason: Aren't the Drake's in Peru right now?
Bruce: I believe so? Why?
Jason: Cause Tim Drake climbed the fence to say hi. And he doesn't have a minder!
Alfred and Bruce both tensed for a second. The Bruce sighed.
Bruce: I see. Go invite him over for snacks Jaylad. I suppose we have an investigation hmm?
Well someone is getting added to the family earlier than cannon. Great additions guys. I squealed a high pitched awe from the wholesomeness.
Hehe oh trying to hire a fake uncle to avoid being adopted by another rich fruitloop is going to be both harder and more hilarious. Oh and the Drakes getting served court papers for child neglect while they are on the dig site. Because I don’t think it will be too hard for Batman to get the evidence. Jason gets used as bait to Tim over to the Wayne manor so he will someplace safe as Batman is getting copies of the past year of security footage. Alfred’s cookies help with that too. They really are as good as the comics said. But Tim/Danny has alread caught on to why they are asking certain questions and is now trying to throw them off.
Hmm Batman had asked Constantine about the city spirit. The Brit had already sensed the flare of power when Gotham went to save Jason. He basically tells Bats congratulations on awakening a patron city protection spirit and good luck before teleporting away. Bruce knew he should have asked Zatana but she was helping fight some demon that thought it would be easier to break through the dimensional wall on another planet then on earth with all its magic users.
Oh last thing of note is that when Danny in Phantom form was flying to save Jason he wasn’t careful to keep up his invisibility the whole way. And news of a Lazarus green glowing pit demon flying to and from the direction of Gotham was reported to Ras Al Ghul.
When Danny reincarnated, his Phantom form…changed. While before, he was donned in the hazmat suit he died in, since he was technically reborn in this life, there was no set death imprint for him to take form. Not only that, but his new claim as the city spirit of Gotham had it’s side effects. So when Danny became Phantom, while his hair and eyes remained the same, his clothes almost looked like living shadow or some sort of dark mist floating around his body and surrounding him rather than actual clothing. Danny tried to concentrate and pull the shadows towards him. Wrapping the dark tendrils around himself in the form of clothing. It made it look like Danny was almost wearing some sort of cloak and hood, with only his face, hair, and eyes visible or his white gloved hands when they poke out of the Shadow cloak. This added a new layer of mystery as whenever Danny appeared it was if the very shadows themselves were drawn to his being. Something Danny was unaware of.
When Zetanna finally got back, she did a more thorough search for the patron city protection spirit. However, she could not locate them. She was trying to locate Danny’s specific presence but because he is fundamentally connected to the city now, everything in the city feels like him. On the bright side, this confirmed that whoever they were was indeed the representation of Gotham. (Meanwhile, Little nine year old Tim is sitting a foot away from her, chewing on some cookies).
Meanwhile, Ra’s Al Ghoul has caught wind of a mysterious figure in Gotham and becomes fascinated with the city itself. It becomes his new obsession to learn everything about Gotham’s history and make a contact with the city spirit or capture it. He also wants to make Gotham the location of his new main base.
Jason wants to thank the new city spirit and forcefully adopt his neighbor.
Bruce wants to find out what!s young on. And what the city spirit knows so is trying to make contact with them (it’s a race between Ra’s and Batman on how to summon the city spirit. Which is funny since because there was no city spirit before, there was no recorded summoning circle so Danny is just watching them both make attempts as he floats invisibly behind them).
Steph is very confused why she’s found it easier to patrol as spoiler.
Dick wants to know what is going on. He swears someone was watching him when he entered the city.
Constantine wants to run away and never look back. It was bad enough when Batman gave him a disappointed look, now he has to literally feel it as the city is judging him whenever he steps foot inside.
Joker wants to know why all his windows and doors mysterious unlock, why his weopons disappear, and why he wakes up everyday with a drawing on his face and a doll staring at him. A very, VERY disturbing Toy Story doll. With a new Toy Story doll/toy appearing every day.
And ‘Tim’ has decided to sit back and see how everything turns out.
“You’re such a Dick” is taken as a far more devastating insult than “you’re such a dick!”
Why? No one wants to admit it. They’re all stubborn, petty siblings. And if there’s one thing siblings hate, it’s always being compared to the other. They all spent the first half of their lives trying to live upto Dick, to be him and then spent their latter halves living as far apart.
The first time, Tim lets it slip to Jason is when they were at a warehouse, Jason checking in on everyone over the comms after a vicious gang takedown, and the amount of concern and checking up he was doing made a half-conscious and definitely concussed Tim blurt out: You’re such a Dick.
The horrified pause that followed before Jason clicked off was enough to make Tim realise the extent of damage he’d done. Red Hood spends the next two months gunfighting, taking over the underworld and dealing in shady illegal hands before he even shows up to the mansion again.
Tim got his karma though. He was entertaining people at the gala as Timothy Drake, wooing suitors and investors, turning on the charm and rizz that left everyone swooning over him and completely enamoured. He’s trying to manipulate them to donate millions to a good cause, maybe make a few powerful connections he could use when he laughs, disentangles from the crowd and gives a charismatic wink to his followers.
He pauses, refilling his drink when he hears the disapproving tut from the shadows.
“What do you want Damian.”
“Drake. What are you doing?”
“My job, trying to make the best of a worse situation.”
“With those flirtatious compliments you gave? Drake, you made the mayor’s mother swoon.”
Tim shrugs.
“Not my fault they can’t resist my charms”
And then. Damian levels him with a scrutinising look, scowling before he mutters.
“You’re such a Dick.”
Tim doesn’t realise the glass has slipped from his fingers until he hears it shatter along with his mind.
Dick, god bless him, has no idea. He genuinely thinks that they’re fighting and the insults just get to them. However, he’s still confused why when he goes to check on them they refuse to make eye contact with him, and then disappear off the face of the planet.
So my Batfamily brain rot is back (not that it ever really left) and I just had a thought like…
If you’re a henchman/criminal in Gotham, seeing your life flash past your eyes is gonna be a somewhat regular occurance but… what if like… the thing that truly made a henchman’s heart fall to his ass was when they hit Robin just a little too hard and this 10 year old kid just starts crying and goes ‘Daaaaaadddd!’
That’s the moment when they truly think they’re going to die because said dad, the kid is calling for is a 6’6 demon from hell who’s all muscle and shadows and vengance and a lot of Gotham still thinks he’s a cryptid
The henchmen all drop their guns and try to calm the kid down but it’s over in 5 seconds flat. Batman breaks several bones before speaking to Robin in the softest voice they’ve ever heard him use and the criminal world, who was already a bit hesitant to fight a kid have even more reason to take it just a little easy on Robin.
And like, I can picture different reactions with every Robin.
Like, for Dick, he’s ten and we all know he was the most violent Robin second only to Damian so maybe when he’s ten or eleven and has calmed down a little, a henchback who still remembers what a little shit he used to be decides to get back at Robin, slips on a pair of brass knuckles and BAM
And then, little Dick just stares for a moment in shock, cheek already starting to bruise, the criminals he’d been fighting all stay still because it was a nasty punch and then…
“Daaaaad!!!” He cries out in a whiny voice that reminds them that Robin really is just a kid and it all clicks into place.
Even Bruce wasn’t expecting that, Dick has just started calling him dad and he still isn’t used to being called that so to hear his kid calling for him in the moment where he is startled and hurt and a little scared… the henchmen don’t even have time to react and they wake up in the hospital with concussions and maybe a few broken bones.
It doesn’t take Dick long to calm down, it was mostly that the hit from a random henchmen really startled him and got him right in the cheekbone. But Bruce still finishes patrol early and Dick still hides under Bruce’s cape all the way to the Batmobile.
Then comes Jason and Jason was such a sweet kid, I headcannon he was the one that called Bruce dad the most often while being Robin. So one night during patrol maybe he finds himself fighting Penguin or Two-Face and it’s been a long night and he has an exam the following day and Bruce is fighting another villain at the other side of the warehouse
The point is, the henchmen and Two-Face start landing hits on eleven year old Jason in his gut and at some point he loses sight of Batman fighting on the other side of the room. Jason gets scared because he’s never really fought without Batman and while he knows that Bruce is still in the warehouse, he can’t see him and the handle of a gun hits the back of his ankle and he falls and he sees Two-Face or Penguin or one of the henchmen getting ready to grab the front of his uniform and beat him up and…
“Daaaaddd!”
The criminals freeze for a moment. They’ve heard the stories of what happened the last time a Robin called scared for dad.
They’re fucked.
They all drop their guns and try to get Jason to calm down, but he’s crying just a little bit and calls again, his voice breaking and despite having been at the other side of the warehouse just a second ago, Bruce somehow drops from the ceiling and it’s over before the criminals can keep pleading with Robin to calm down.
Jason tries to apologize for ‘acting like a baby’ but Bruce is having none of it and carries him back to the Batmobile and Jason is happy to just hide his face in Bruce’s cape because he knows his dad will always be there to save him.
Then comes Tim.
And Tim gets found out while doing reconnisance and somehow he finds himself face to face with Bane who manages to wrench away his bo staff and Tim is just eleven and he is scared because Bane doesn’t look like he’s going to hold back
All Tim knows is that the crack he hears must surely be his ribs either cracking or breaking and he can’t breath and he can only muster enough air for a single word… and he calls for his dad through tears and fear
And at this point… at this point Batman has already lost a Robin, Tim may not be his legally but he is his son just as much as Jason was
Bane spends a month in the ICU
Tim is embarrased that he reacted like that. He thinks it makes him less of a Robin to called scared for Batman… for dad.
So Bruce tells him of the other two times it happened. It’s one of the first times he’s spoken about Jason to Tim so bluntly.
Then comes Stephanie.
Stephanie never calls Bruce dad when she’s Robin. She’s not his daughter and he’s not her dad. They’re not sure what exactly they are to one another.
As far as Bruce knows, Stephanie’s version of Robin never called out to him when she was scared.
What he doesn’t know is that it did happen. Just once
It was the last time she was Robin. When Black Mask had her and she thought she was going to die
At some point while bleeding and feeling nauseous and so scared she could barely hear anything that wasn’t her own heart beating wildly against her chest… she called for dad. Not for Arthur Brown, but for Bruce
Black Mask laughed at her
Stephanie never tells Bruce
And finally… Damian
Now, we know Damian would probably never be startled enough to call for Bruce out of instinct, so I can see 2 scenarios in which this could happen.
First, he sees another kid do it. He sees a kid close to his own age laughing and playing, then tripping and staying quiet for a split second before crying out for mom and dad and he just… assumes that’s something kids do when scared and hurt and startled and does it mostly in an attempt to be a little more ‘normal’
Or, my favorite scenario… he hears of the other times it has happened. He overhears maybe Dick remind Jason of what Bruce did when Jason called out to dad as Robin. Tim maybe jokes that a Robin calling for dad is still the villains’ greatest fear
So Damian stores that knowledge away as a battle strategy just in case he ever needs it… and maybe a small part of him wants to put it to the test, to see if his father would protect him as brutally as he’s protected the Robins before him
So some random night during patrol, he’s up against several henchmen, a few of them grab him from behind, trying to hold him down. Damian is fighting against them when one of them swings a cylinder of metal that Damian thinks might’ve been meant for the plumbing and…
The henchman breaks Damian’s nose, there’s blood dripping down his chin and staining his uniform
Now… it is most certainly not the first time he’s broken something, he’s more than used to the pain, in fact, he barely feels it. However, it gives him a chance to put his little theory to the test
And so Damian allows himself to sound like the ten year old that he is and in a whiny, teary voice, goes… “Babaaaaa!” (Bonus points if it’s the first or second time he’s called Bruce baba instead of father)
What Damian didn’t take into account though, is that Batman and Robin aren’t the only ones on patrol that night. They made a big bust. The biggest part of the operation was over but they were still fighting a few stragglers. The whole fucking family is here.
And they all hear his cry.
Damian doesn’t think he’s ever seen a fight end so quickly. The henchmen only have a split-second of surprise before vanishing, being tackled or shot or having knives buried on their shoulders by his siblings.
The one that actually broke Damian’s nose is being beaten up by Nightwing, Damian doesn’t think he’s ever seen Grayson so angry.
A shadow kneels in front of him, father. Baba. He’s checking Damian and Todd is right at his side, both speaking in hushed tones, checking his injuries and wiping the tears that usually came with a broken nose.
And now… Damian is used to his father and Grayson treating him like a child, trying to be as soft as they can with him. Even Cain does it to some extent.
But… having Drake wrap an arm around him, calling him baby when knocking out one of the criminals that had hurt him ‘that’s my fucking baby brother!’ and continue to hold him later into the night on the couch, having Brown willingly give up all the snacks she keeps in her utility belt and promise to take him to Batburger the following day for milkshakes because he was ‘a champ’. And Thomas wraps his favorite blanket around Damian while they’re fixing him up.
Todd decides to stay the night at the manor. Which he never does. They all decide to spend the night at the manor when Damian still sniffles on the Batmobile and they have breakfast all of them together. Which Damian isn’t sure has ever happened before and Cain gets Alfred to make pancakes with chocolate chips instead of blueberries.
They call him baby in hushed whispers but for once, it doesn’t bother him even though it really should
But most of all, Bruce refuses to let him go for a good five minutes after he first cries for him. Smoothing down his hair and whispering that it’ll be okay and just being soft in a way Damian has never seen before.
He sleeps between his Baba and Grayson and he knows that Todd and Drake and Cain check in on them at least twice in the night for some reason.
And he realizes it’s… it’s nice. Maybe this really could be an effective battle strategy to be employed again someday.
Aside from Dick (who went behind Bruce's back & ended up being Robin just so he'd have Supervision because One Does Not Attempt To Babyjail An Acrobat) and Damian al'Ghul... none of the Robins were active when any younger than 13 when they started, at MINIMUM.
The "canon" ages are Very Muddled, given all the RetCons & Certain Writers Having No Sense Of Scale... but the WHOLE POINT of Bruce becoming "Batman" can be simplified to: "babyproof Gotham City".
While, yes, EVERY Robin would have snuck out in their Predecessor's costume at some point, the only batkids who could consistently Escape Bruce AND Alfred? Dick, an Actual Escape Artist, and Damian, Literal Ninja. Cass could, technically, but Babs had "custody" when she was still child-sized. I don't see Alfred or Bruce letting multiple escapes happen, not until they'd trained the newest kid &/or they'd already "babyproofed" the crimescene (something i imagine was true of EVERY Robin's first few patrols anyway, when possible).
The First "Era" of Batman was against Organized Crime, Rampant Corruption, & Hopelessness. The only "real" supervillains were Eccentric Crimelords like the Penguin & Rogues like Selina. It was relatively "safer" for Dick to be at Batman's Side than alone in Gotham at Night: Batman was a Cryptid, Bruce's tech was FAR more advanced than anything the gangs had packing, stealth & pre-preparation meant opponents were almost always taken by genuine surprise.
This "First Era" of Batman was when Bruce, Gordon & Harvey Dent were working together (with "The Bat" helping things along) to "Reform Gotham" from being Mob-run & Corrupt from the Top Down & Bottom Up... to something Vaguely Competent. This is when the "most" change happened for Gotham City: the Gangs were disarmed, ousted and uprooted from running the City, civilians could try Actually Trusting each other again, and the vast majority of Gotham's unchecked Chaos was either Given Better Options or "Scared To Behave". Gotham was still dangerous and corrupt but reforms were happening, more legitimate jobs came up, the cops had someone to be Accountable to (still corrupt but now they had to WORK for it instead of it being assumed by default), etc. This is all "alleged" history rather than Canon but it's the general "shape" required to mark pre-Batman Gotham from "Gotham with Bat Cryptid" and enable things like Gordon becoming Police Commissioner, "Batman" continuing to exist at all (due to affecting Actual Change), and the dissolvement of the "Traditional" Gang-ruled Gotham of The Penguin & Bruce's childhood.
...so that Harvey Dent becoming "Two-Face", and the Second Era of Cryptid-tactics being used by BOTH "sides", can be as personal and scary for Gotham as a whole. Things had been Getting Better: Bruce fears he's only made things Worse, other people Become Inspired (by Two-Face, Gordon or The Bat; by all three). Babs becomes Batgirl. The Gotham Central comics start happening. Bruce starts doubling down on building an "Alter Ego" for Bruce Wayne, the slightly less corrupt cops now Aware of The Bat & hunting him (the Rich Idiot Act also serves as a "buffer" to prevent Bruce from allowing anyone to get "too close", believing he'll Doom them by Association).
The "Second Era" is the beginnings of New Types of Criminals: Manbat, Poison Ivy, Mr Freeze, The Riddler (who is legitimately scary as an Unknown this early on), The Joker but in his "pre-Miller" incarnation. Supervillains that aren't quite "Super Villains" yet, just Sad Backstories Gone Wrong (but not TOO wrong) and Ridiculous Copycats.
I headcanon that Dick gets adopted around this time, while the "villains" are still "normal humans who would take any Out given to them". Gotham is dangerous but Not For [Lucius Fox]: money & tech still give Bruce a huge edge over everyone else, even Gotham's metahumans (after some initial failures while figuring out their limits). Dick won't let himself be kept safely in Wayne Manor & he is a LITERAL Escape Artist so trying to keep him in Baby Jail is Futile. Bruce is also more confident in his ability to keep A Child safe, he's getting an idea of how Scary this 12 year old can be without Bruce supervising. Bruce recognises Dick's anger but, unlike Bruce, Dick has the strength & agility to actually back him up: Dick can actually hurt people, something that Bruce couldn't manage until he'd started Training for it. So Dick gets to be Robin, kept in check by Batman & humbled by seeing that very little of Batman's "crimefighting" involves physical violence. It's mostly smoke & "mirrors": stealth, gathering intel, sabotaging ahead of time, using better tech, scaring & Showing Up when someone calls for help.
The time between the Second Era & the Third has things starting to become More Dangerous as Dick & Bruce start butting heads about what "Robin" is allowed to do. Dick sees the [Second Era] as a time of Wacky Villains & smalltime mooks in between Serious Challenges. Bruce sees this [Era] as "Batman" becoming less effective as he loses "Cryptid" Status. The main reason Bruce started dressing up as a Bat and only showing up at night was because he was trying to prevent senseless violence: fear was effective because most criminals were only trying to survive & weren't really committed to "being villainous". Batman getting clocked as "Dude in Cape" meant Bruce was having to PHYSICALLY fight crime, the element of surprise lost & less mooks fleeing at first provocation. Dick leaves. Jason goes for the Batmobile's tires. Bruce ends up with a second kid. It's still the Second Era but, as it nears it end, things get increasingly more Tense: Bruce & Dick aren't Speaking, Bruce is becoming more Paranoid, Jason is a sweet kid, the Rogues start feeling "safe"/familiar enough with the "routine" (Arkham Asylum isn't GREAT but it's better than Prison: the unique needs of metahumans are still being learned, stays there can be too long oe too short, identifying those who need Asylum & would take it is an ongoing process).
Then Joker breaks out of Arkham Asylum. He tortures the Gordons. The extent of his obsession with The Bat is revealed.
The Joker murders Jason: it's the Third Era and it's AWFUL.
Bruce Does Not Cope: he micromanages, he "works alone", he never "stops" Being Batman.
The Bat regains Cryptid Status. It's not just amateur crooks and would-be mooks scared by The Bat anymore: Bruce is scaring civilians, the 9-5'ers who have follow "The Code" (e.g. keep it profressional, don't use lethal force if you can avoid it, DO NOT MESS WITH KIDS), the Rogues he's developed some rapport with (Selina, Harley, Riddler), Alfred & Lucius & Gordon.
People who "Knew" Batman as someone/thing that Does Not Like Senseless Violence, who gives Second Chances and Alternatives... they do not recognise this new, reckless and violent and ANGRY Batman/[Bruce].
I don't think Gotham "at large" was ever aware enough of The Robins even existing, not this "early" on. Those who Met One would "keep the secret/to the Code": professionalism, discretion, softening their punches. Most would never have noticed a Robin was there: the Batfam primarily operate in the SHADOWS, after all. There were Rumours, naturally, but who listens to anything said by The Joker? The ones who'd bring up Batman having a kid were The Wrong Sort (not following The Code, known associates of Gotham's Worsts) or "Liars". It's only the Escalation from Joker and the other Worsts of Gotham, of Batman's reciprocating that Escalated Violence, that makes Gotham's Underbelly start dreading that those Rumours might be true: the Bat had had a kid, a kid who was sweet and cracked jokes, a kid who wasn't just murdered but tortured too.
Batman's renewed Cryptid Status comes in the wake of the Dead Robin rumours: the Robin was the Batman's "conscience"; the Bat is Gotham ITSELF, come to the cries of her children; the Robin was an Orphan who summoned his Father from Hell itself and, with his child dead, there was no one to send the Demon back.
The Third Era has a drop in standard crime but a ramping up of Terror: Tim, Steph and Bab's Birds of Prey step up in response. Bruce Does Not Take New Kids Well. He is awful to Steph, furious with Tim (Babs is one of the few Bruce feels has "Understood" how Gothan has Changed: her business is her own, so long as her at know not to "interfere" with Gotham on their own).
Tim is too tenacious, too ambitious, too stupidly capable of matching wits against Bruce at his Worst: Bruce takes him in but REFUSES to put Tim in a Suit ("Robin" is completely off limits) until he was Not A Child (15+) and Bruce had TRAINED him.
Even with Tim's age going up & down according to the writer, the Mythos of Batfam in this "Third Era" does not allow for Bruce to ever put anyone younger than 15/16 in the "scope" of the Joker or his other Enemies (Bane seems very Third Era). Cass is an anomaly, wherever she fits between Jason & Tim, due to how immediately she & Bruce were able to "understand" each other. It helps that she was ALREADY more physically skilled than Bruce & had demonstrated complete mastery of non-lethal combat. The nature of Cassandra's life had her "involved" with the Dark Underbelky of the World long before she even arrived in Gotham... and, all that aside, it was Babs who "took her in" anyway.
The "Fourth Era" would be Batman "having a Robin again": it's a relief for Gotham as a whole. Bruce (& thus Batman) is still VERY paranoid and more Terrifying than he ever was with the First Robins... but Tim's presence does "stabilize" him.
(This only furthers the Bat Cryptid "leashed only by Child" Rumours: Oracle gladly adds to them in service of the Bat Agenda)
The Fourth Era is when Supervillains become "normalised", identified as People in Suits to the masses & something any member of the Batfam has become Trained to "Handle". Most of the Rogues have been caught more than once, their weaknesses have been Noted, there are Protocols ready for almost everything. Gothamites get yearly "fear toxin" boosters, schools & workplaces have Drills for "Metahuman Events" (& Emergency Lockdown systems for Arkham Escapes, courtesy of Wayne Enterprises). Thimgs are, once again, "settling" into a New Normal.
Gotham is still more dangerous than most cities, it's also been Recognised as differently dangerous: it's rare for Outsiders to 'try their luck" by "playing hero" in Gotham, Nightwing is the "official" point of contact for any Capes or Metas expecting to be in Gotham & everyone likes Nightwing.
(Oracle is a new Cryptid: a Recognised Authority for Gotham but of Unknown Connection to it, her Birds largely operating Outside of It)
Overall, Gotham is "better" than it was pre-Batman: it's only unofficially run by Crimelords now and only half of its authorities are "Probably Corrupt"! The Bat himself is more "stable": Bruce has begun reconciling or otherwise making silent ammends to those he's alienated, he's regained SOME ability to "Trust" (his Family, some friends). Bruce knows he has never really "worked alone" (Alfred, Lucius, Leslie, Gordon) and that he needs help, that he has it: he has something of a Work/Vigilante/"Life?" Balance again.
Jason Coming Back is Fifth Era.
Bruce & the Batfam are still working things out, being prone to falling out all over again (Dick has resolved to never "abandon" his Dad again, taken up the role of "Peacemaker") and the "Red Hood" gives everyone has at least one existential crisis (at minimum). Damian showing up just as the they're understanding that Jason Is Alive and Mad About It... does not help.
Idk if Bruce faking his death is still canon? That's the "endnote" of Fifth Era.
Sixth Era starts with the "Batman" mantle being taken up by Dick, Kate & Cass. Whether Bruce is genuinely dead (to then get resurrected) or just "missing" depends on which arcs you'd consider "canon". I barely recall the explanation given at the time for Bruce Playing Dead to his entire family, just when it had finally "reunited" (largely through Attempted Murder but pssht DETAILS).
Seventh Era is the present: Bruce is Batman, the Robins & Batgirls have "graduated", the Batfamily is a Family (even when they fight, they protect each other & revere Alfred). Organized crime, supervillains & metahuman events in Gotham have become Slice Of Life events for the Batfam: there's more of them than ever, they have multiple Point persons, they know how to work together, they know their own limits & when to call for Backup (except Bruce but his Kids have figured out how to "compensate" for the Batdad's Paranoia/Lack of Self Preservation/Overprotectiveness: Jason is the Best at this, obviously).
Gothamites during the Seventh Era have Adapted to seeing Grown Up Robins out in the Daytime; the "Cryptid or Very Dedicated Dad?" discourse continues, actively encouraged by Said Robins (consensus from Gotham At Large is split between those that consider Batgirls to be "Robin" figures, generally a position held by those most familiar with [Babs] &/or [Steph] while other views have [Cass] &/or [Kate] as alternate forms that the Bat Cryptid can take). Duke joins the family.
"Seventh Era" Bruce is Renewed in his dedication to combating crime before it happens by addressing its causes: affordable housing, unemployment, rehabilitation, discrimination against ex-cons, accessible healthcare, conflict resolution training by emergency services, etc. Bruce lets himself "retire" his Rich Idiot mask to further his philanthropy, the extended Wayne Family all onboard & leading different avenues of reform. Older Gothamites become Nostalgic, recalling Bruce's parents & the still-active Dr Leslie.
The "Veterans" of Gotham's Criminal Underbelly are Nostalgic over having a "Tiny Robin and Bat Cryptid" active again. The "Code" is not onlu adhered to but internally enforced: The Bat's Madness at the loss of its Robin is still too recent, injuries still newly healed, sentences only recently completed. That there are Multiple Robins and Multiple Cryptids, all of them terrifyingly protective of each other... one of the first things taught to any prospective gang member is "kids are off-limits, even Robins: ESPECIALLY Robins!". Self-defence is fine, expected, but Certain Weapons & Certain Acts of Violence? If the Cryptids h
don't get you, a supervillain or other gangs will. It's the unorganized crime that Gothamites are most wary of.
The scariest word a wannabe-bad guy can hear in Gotham is "Dad/Baba/Father". Any of the Robins might do it. Some of the Cryptids do it. If you hear a child calling for their parent? It's Surrender or Play Dead: hearing that word means They (the Cryptids, Nightwing, the Robins, Batgirl, Catwoman, Harley Quinn, Two-Face!) will end you. You will wish they would just "kill" you (the Ghost Robin or the Rogues just might).
I split Batman's "Career" into "Eras" because it's a way to Mentally make Past & Current "canon" internally consistent... give or take an anachronism.
Dick was anywhere from 10 to 12 when he became Robin but it was also the Era where Batman was Mythic, his Tech outmatching most everything Gotham could offer, where No One Was Expecting A Child Ninja (Dick was an internationally acclaimed gymnast: that reads like "ninja" to the unprepared).
Jason and Tim were older (14-16) but both could easily read as "younger" due to the Cryptid Nature of Batman by that time, their only showing up at Night, kids looking Younger the Older you get, the bright colours of their suits, the stealth & social tactics used by the Batfam as a whole.
I REALLY like how this idea of "[Bat]Dad" can fuel Gotham's Underworld paranoia in their ongoing efforts to figure out "Batman": an urban legend, "Gotham Personified", "Cryptid?", dude dressed like a bat, "vampire?"... all the way to "Cryptid Parent summoned from Hell by Children of Gotham, the Robins, who are the Only Beings capable of putting the Bat Demon back to Rest".
Especially if this "mythology" is started independently of any rumours of The Batman that Bruce was TRYING to proliferate & gained traction with every addition to the Extended Batfamily (official and otherwise). Bruce can't even "get mad" about how his myth has changed because, at its core, Bruce's "Motive" for being Batman can be "summed up" as... [babyproof Gotham for every future generation].
And they don't know about his powers? Obviously. We know this part of the story.
BUT. On a casual trip out for food or whatever, Danny and some of the bat sibs get cornerd by reporters and paparazzi. There panicking bec danny JUST got here and they haven't had time to breif him on how to interact with the media and he's totally gonna flounder and they need to help him before he totally flubs it!
Exept, he doesn't. He smiles, nice and bright, into the camra. He waits patiently for each reporter to ask their questions and then answers confidently, giving them something walst acctually answering nothing. "Where are you from?" "A small town, I'm sure you wouldn't know it but, really, it's about where I am now."How did you come to be adopted by bruce?"Well, I look quite a bit like my new brothers, don't you think? Haha. I like to think it was meant to be."
And on and on he gose, dancing around them, shareing professionally worded jokes and calmly addressing eatch person as they viyed for his attention, controlling the flow of conversation.
Sam is from a very wealthy family, her parents do parties all the time, she's definitely been media trained. And I can imagine her passing that on to Tucker and Sam either from ranting about it ("I can't believe this, 5 hours on how to smile. 5!! And not only that! I had to practice answering questions without actually saying anything." "How is that supposed to work?" "Thank you for the question! It does take work but its always possible to answer a question with just enough information to leave them on the line between satisfaction and hunger. :)" "...oh that was good." "Ugh. Thanks." ) , actuall training ("I *refuse* to have you embarrass me. And this way you can piss off Vlad by doing better than him. Now! Repeat after me: ..." or even "after the walker and freakshow incidents you need to learn how to navigate the press. I hate that my mom's lessons are coming in handy, but they'll help. *don't* tell her I said that or I'll stuff your steaks with sprouts!"), or through observation (Tucker and Danny seeing Sam on the news or something, both of them knowing how much she hates it, but she doesn't *look* like it. They take notes to ask questions about.)
Jack and Maddie Fenton are a whole ass government menace with alerts on the weather channel about their driving
They’ve probably had PLENTY of people demanding interviews whenever something new explodes, there’s property damage, or literally anyone who wants to know anything about ghosts - the whole town just shoves them the Fenton’s way
(As a punishment)
Danny doesn’t need to get media training from Vlad or Sam, he probably got it from Jazz because the way their PARENTS handle media asking about anything but ghosts is…. Well, dreadful
So Danny is very good at vapid smile, empty answers, please-don’t-call-cps, for the polite reporters
Then someone like Vicky Vale sweeps in to try and shock a reaction out of him and something in Danny goes… fuck it
He could judo flip her like his mom, but he’s been doing so well pretending to be normal
Vicky gets the full Jack Fenton mania, big loud laughs, explosive hand gestures, and cheerful babbling about how good the fudge is in Gotham no matter what else she tries to ask
He steals her microphone at one point and demands every new sibling present rank their favourite flavours of fudge, to wide delight by said siblings
None of the Waynes say a non-fudge-related word to Vicky for at least 8 months
Ok let danny be himbo BUT the moment someone asks about space he goes from himbo to batman levels of knowledge
Like some reporter asks what he thinks of the space stuff at wayne enterprises and turns out danny has alot and i mean alot of strong feelings on the work wayne enterprises is doing with space
And all of it is going over the reporters heads rhey tey to stear it away and back on topic but danny just stares at them with such intensity amd says I'm not finished
He just goes so so indepth about pretty much the least exiting part of it like pros and cons of different metal types for space stations
And no one can stop him cus he's gone full Fenton ghost maina but with space and he doesn't even have an off switch like jack with fudge
Dpxdc AU: consultant groups can be used to outsource problems for companies so why not monarchies?
Danny is listening to the various eyeballs and ghosts chatter on about all the issues that he now has to oversee and advise and make so many freaking decisions on. It’s annoying that it all has to come down to his call because he was a dumb 14 year old who didn’t want his town to permanently live in the ghost zone.
Now 17, King of the Infinite, and a bit wiser to the world, Danny is doing his best to balance his teenage ambitions to not give a shit and his protective obsession to very much give a shit.
Sams parents are making her learn the family business and Tucker is trying to make this internship he’s got with a fancy tech company out of New Jersey into a career without college… so while they’re commiserating with Danny the idea comes up.
Earth has a shit ton of heroes. Like, ever since the Justice League *poofed* the GIW out of existence with the Meta human acts- more and more caped crusaders seemed to be coming out of the wood work. More villains too but still, more people who seemed wise to their abilities and morals. Danny has literally never taken an ethics class.
But rn, Eye-mothy and Eye-Bert are arguing over how Danny as King Phantom is supposed to tackle the problem of some fucking pool acting as a weird trade route with a cult and… ugh it’s just so boring but like also such a fucking problem. But… maybe it can be someone else’s issue.
Opening a portal, Danny escapes into space and gets to work finding the base of operations- Tucker had told him there was a new satellite after all and there’s no way it wasn’t connected to the hero orgs- and boom he flies into the Watchtower.
“Hey- are any of you guys willing to consult on some weird pools of ectoplasm in Pakistan? Green and glowing little lakes of bullshit and magic?” Danny asks into the meeting room of the JL regardless of their startled and alarmed exclamations.
“… I could consult on that.” A voice comes from the corner, and Danny recognizes him as one of the bat people. Or bird? The guy is in a lot of red and clearly wasn’t supposed to be in this meeting based on the way he’s propped in the corner. The room erupts in protest but Danny barely hears them through his excitement and focus on the dude.
“Great! I’ll have him back before the end of the day! Lets go Bird boy!” And with that, Danny grabbed the Bird, chucked them both through a portal back into his thrown room and begins to explain the way these eyeballs are totally trying to trap him into doing more work than he needs to do.
“What do I call you by the way? I’m Danny but you’ll probably hear them call me King Phantom.”
“I go by Red Robin, and honestly, I’ve been trying to get this shit taken care of for years.”
From there Tim becomes a regular consultant for King Phantom- the Bat Family is losing their minds with him constantly going to the land of the dead but also Constantine said not to piss off the king at all costs.
Danny is just thrilled that this dude has a shit ton of insight as well as business sense- like he could legit run the monarchy way better than him despite the fact that they’re the same age.
They end up working together for years, and even when there’s not an active issue at hand, Danny will meet up with the bird just to talk.
Sam and Tucker think they’re hilarious each time they ask if Danny’s proposed yet.
Tim has already planned their wedding but all of that information is in a folder more secured than the nuclear codes- Danny needs to ask him on a date first.
Batman tries to get Tim grounded for some less than moral tactics with the League of Assassins and Tim wips out the 'diplomatic immunity' card
Were Danny and Tim accidentally married? Did Danny write it in a contract? Is Tim bsing? No one knows and Tim refuses to say and Constantine is threatening to curse Batman if he fucks with the King of the Afterlife that is Finally Not An Asshole
Danny pays Tim for all his consulting. And he also absolutely takes other heroes for advice on their specialities. Batman asks him why one day. When they are finally alone.
Danny: I accidentally became King when saving my town. And I have no training! I don't want to Fuck up something important!
Batman of course finds this respectable, but also alarming. Why are his people not giving him training? Or a proper adviser. He is not amused when he gets a note from CW. Whoever that is. Apparently Tim, his Tim. His boy, will end up Prince Consort. He is not ready to see any of his kids marry yet!
Danny of course is working up the courage to ask for a date. He wants to do it right! So of course what happens is Tim getting injured in an attack. Pretty badly. And Danny comes to the rescue. He keeps tabs on his favourite people.
And as he flies Tim to the hospital he ends up confessing. Tim just laughs a little and tells him to take him on a date when he's healed up. Bruce is... Less than pleased. But at least they aren't jumping to marriage just yet...
Part of the payment Danny’s secured for Tim is time-outs. Very short range. Just big enough for Tim to take a Nap in. Any time Tim spends helping out the IR, he gets double that in Naptime. Tim keeps an hour in reserve, Just In Case he needs a timeout during a case to think while the clock is Ticking.
The fact that Danny will spend Naptime with him, petting his hair? And purring? Have nothing to do with how well rested he is..... At all. Nope.l
Alfred approves of this being his payment. Danny gets given cookies. He managed to find a few old lost recipes to pay Alfred in. Alfred can't wait for the wedding.
Danny Phantom: I feel like you are trustworthy enough to know my secret identity
Tim Drake: *didn’t know there was a secret identity and is already building a conspiracy board due to this one sentence in his head* but you don’t wear a mask…
*magical girl detransformation sequence*
Danny Fenton: yeah… never really needed one
Tim Drake: *analysing the black hair and blue eyes and plotting him on the ‘likelihood to be adopted into the bat clan’ chart in his head* shit I need to step forward in the plan before Bruce gets to you
Once Danny asks Tim out its game over. They will be was by the age of 21. Tim swears it. And now he knows Danny is still half alive? Even better! And he can still purr in human form? Wonderful.
He can also annoy Bruce with this. Take Danny over in human form as a new friend. Even new boyfriend. Confuse the Fuck out of him. Yes glorious.
**Idea taken from @nerdpoe's post- What the hell is this "Infinite Realms"?**
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John Constantine would never call himself a kind man, much less a good man, but the kid at the corner table of this fast food restaurant was making him want to be both.
Not that John’s kindness would really help the kid, in the long run.
He’d seen so many things in all the time he’d been alive- wondrous and horrific in equal measure, but this boy- this teenager, barely out of childhood, was probably the most heart-breaking.
John had known sacrifices- marked by both men and demons. He’d seen the crumpled bodies after the fact, and sometimes he’d been able to save them beforehand. None of them were like this boy. Marked like a sacrificial lamb down to his bones by the universe- an inevitable end.
The teen was the beginning and the end of worlds- his death would shake the foundations of all that was, could be, and is. Time would stutter to a stop before restarting with a different beat, and John could do nothing to delay or stop what was coming.
How in the world could this kid still smile and laugh with his friends? How could he not feel the weight of an entire reality on his shoulders? If John, sitting across a dining room from him, could feel the pressure, why wasn’t the boy buckling under it?
John’s phone alerted him to a text from Zatanna- he was needed by the JLD.
With a sigh, he fished out the strongest protection amulet he had on him. It wouldn’t save the teen, but maybe it would make the rest of his life a little easier.
The kid looked up at him as he approached, all smiles and young innocence. John Constantine thrust the amulet into his hand and then turned, stalking out of the Nasty Burger.
He needed to tell the Justice League. Amity Park needed protection- there was a kid there whose death would change the world.
~~~
Danny flipped the little charm around in his hands, trying to figure it out. The sad trenchcoat man had handed it to him before leaving, and he had no idea why.
“What do you think it is, Danny?”
He shrugged. For some reason he didn’t want to hand it over to Sam for her to inspect it.
“Dunno. It feels important, though. I might take it to Pandora- she’s been teaching me a bit of magic stuff, so she can probably parse it out.”
For some reason, Danny knew he would recognize that man again if he ever saw him, despite only having looked at him for a moment. Something in his core rumbled contently as he tucked the amulet carefully into the back of his phone case.
The next few weeks, Danny found himself having suspiciously good luck. The food at home didn’t come to life, ghosts didn’t attack as much, Dash wasn’t a problem at school, and even the Fentons hadn’t been as insistent on catching Phantom.
That was another weird thing- His brain didn’t seem to compute that Jack and Maddie were his mom and dad anymore. He knew he’d been creeping toward that ever since his death, but it was like a switch had been flipped overnight. The Fenton adults no longer registered as his parents.
Finally he had a chance to slip into the Realms and head for Pandora, who took one look at the amulet he held out to her and laughed.
“You have been adopted, young one, and your core accepted.”
“Adopted?”
“Your nature is to protect- it sings in your blood and guides your instincts. An adult offered you protection, a safe haven, and you took them up on it. Had someone your own age done the same, your relationship with them would be vastly different.”
Danny frowned at the charm, but he didn’t put it down- it didn’t even occur to him to get rid of it.
“Why did he- what made him do that?”
Pandora ruffled his hair.
“He saw someone who needed protecting, I assume, and acted as he ought.”
~~~
“Bats, I don’t know what the Infinite Realms are. Yes, I know they exist. I just don’t know when they started to exist, and when my knowledge of the afterlife became outdated.”
Batman glared, and John rolled his eyes at the other man.
“Magic shit happens all the time. Zatanna can tell you just as well as I can that the Realms didn’t exist a year ago- and also that they’ve existed for millenia.”
“I’ve found a summoning spell for the king of the realms, but it requires a magic user. Zatanna is off-planet, so you’re up.”
John looked over at the speaker, Red Robin, whose slight form and dark hair made him think of the boy he’d left to die.
He’d thought of the boy more often than not- any research into the kind of sacrifice that would have so much power came to a dead end, and John Constantine hated that there was really and truly nothing he could do for the kid.
Maybe this Infinite Realms person might know something?
“Fine. What are the details?”
Red Robin perked up and handed over a heavy tome.
“Batman and I already set up the ritual space in the conference room, and a few other heroes are there to help out if the king is hostile.”
“Of course you have. Let’s go, then.”
The two bats swept off down the hallway, and John followed behind, studying the spell he would need to cast. It was fairly simple, and luckily wouldn’t require blood. He hated the ones that required blood.
As he stood over the sigils and spoke the ritual spells, the floor inside the protective circle began to writhe and bubble a toxic neon green. It was all John could do to stand straight as a rush of air spilled from the portal into the wide room, bringing with it the heavy taste of caution.
The Justice League took a step back as the first clawed hand reached out from the green, white and stretched beyond humanity. It scrabbled for purchase before finding it and pulling.
The creature that exited the swirling mass was something John had never seen before. If the situation wasn’t so tense, he might describe the creature as catlike, with a black body and white legs, as well as piercing green eyes. The similarities stopped, however, when the inky body flickered and lit up from within with the pinpricks of millions of stars and endless void.
This was a baby god, filled with the dreams of deities long forgotten and fueled by the hope of those still clinging on to life.
Its green eyes swept over the gathered heroes before coming to rest on John, and for a moment he felt as if his tattered soul was being judged by the cosmos.
And then the creature folded in on itself, the tense air around it changing from bitter caution to sweet relief, and John found himself face to face with the teenager from Amity Park.
“Hi.”
The boy sounded winded, but happy, and he reached inside his shirt to pull out a small chain necklace. John’s amulet was hanging off it, obviously well treasured and cared for.
“Did you know that you’re technically my dad now?”
Something on John’s face must have told the boy- the god, the sacrifice both dead and alive- that he was unaware of this fact. The kid shuffled a little, looking sheepishly at the floor.
“You- uh. Unintentionally offered safe haven. And I accepted without realizing what was going on, and- it’s weird. I collected your soul for you! Didn’t bring it with me, but I’ve got the pieces you’re missing.”
“I think you both need to sit down and discuss this.”
Bless Diana.
“Can you leave the circle, young one?”
The teen beamed at Diana and stepped out of the protective circle, smudging the sigils as he did and closing the portal.
“I can, yeah. Pandora says hi, by the way.”
John watched as the boy chattered away about his ghost friends to Diana while she led him to a seat, and then sighed, moving to join them. If he needed help with being a new dad, surely Bats could help, right?
It started, as most things do with Danny Fenton, as a joke.
It ended, as most things do with Jazz Fenton, with things better than they were before.
xxXxx
When Danny finally gets a Twitter, it’s during Elon Musk’s shit show takeover. He’s able to secure a good Twitter handle thanks to people leaving en masse and fleeing to Tumblr. He knows about things that happen outside of Amity Park (he is terminally online rather than chronically, after all), but he still doesn’t think anything of using @TheJoker as his handle, even knowing about Gotham City’s clown troubles. It’s just going to be a shitpost account, anyway, one that dances in the chaos of Elon’s electronic graveyard. Nothing will come about him using @TheJoker when he’s merely posting things like, “Just grew a new row of teeth!!! very pointy but can’t go to the dentist anymore bc they might turn me in to the giw.”
So Danny honestly never foresaw The Actual Real Joker breaking out of Arkham Asylum all the way in Gotham City, New Jersey, and deciding to get a Twitter account to terrorize people online as well as offline. And he definitely never foresaw The Joker @’ing him on Twitter, demanding that Danny change his Twitter handle. But, well. Here he was.
[Image Description: A screenshot of a Twitter reply chain, starting with the real Joker @'ing Danny's Twitter account, which uses TheJoker as his Twitter handle. The Joker, who has a verified account, demands that Danny "change your handle", and Danny replies with a simple "no" followed by red heart emoji. The Joker Tweets, "Kid you don't know who you're fucking with," to which Danny replies, "Ye I do ur some dude w/ poor fashion sense and lame jokes. Maybe try badjokesbyjeff bc originality is ugly on u" followed by a shrugging emoticon. The Joker responds, "Check your DMs." Danny then responds, "Perf [happy emoji surrounded by hearts] I've sent you a time and place. Can't wait to beat the shit out of another disgrace of a clown." Someone with the username "Gregg rulz ok" responds to Danny's last Tweet, "Bro is absolutely RATIOING the joker but the clown keeps responding [three skull emojis] embarrassing frfr too bad he's gonna die for realsies".
End ID]
Danny is quick to respond and then makes even quicker work of roasting The Joker. This soon results in The Joker DMing him his IP Address and a creative threat. Still, Danny isn’t about to cow to a clown with no respect for the art of clowning. He replies to the DM:
Cool, meet me at the Nasty Burger parking lot in Amity Park IL on tuesday at 2am
The response from The Joker is quick:
Fourteen year olds are too confident these days
Danny rolls his eyes and ignores the influx of notifications from Twitter, and instead makes another Tweet.
Imagine beefing with someone over a Twitter handle lol acc so embarrassing for him
He blackens his screen and stretches in bed, letting his spine pop more than what is humanly possible. He runs his tongue over that second row of teeth, his lips curling into a grin.
xxXxx
Gothamite Twitter is blowing up over The Joker’s social media beef with a faceless shitposting account. Jason, upon finding out about it, has a series of reactions: first, he looks up the shitposter and follows them. Then, he finds the actual chain between the poster and The Joker, and his vision goes vibrant green when he sees that The Joker’s profile picture is of the second Robin, beaten and swollen in an abandoned building in Ethiopia.
When his vision clears and he can breathe without wanting to kill, he likes the shitposter’s replies, and he calls the Replacement to see if the other Bats know already.
“We know,” Tim says in lieu of a hello when the ringing cuts out. “We’re working on it.”
“What, you think anything’s gonna come of it?” But even as Jason asks, he already knows the answer. The Joker is unhinged and once he’s threatened something, he’ll follow up unless he comes up with a “funnier” option.
Tim’s breath hitches, and he says, “I’ve hacked their DMs. Joker knows the kid’s IP address and sent it to him. He knows everything from that address alone.”
He pauses in the middle of suiting up, “Kid?”
He hears Tim swallow, “Yes, kid. He’s fifteen. And he gave The Joker a specific time and place to meet up to fight. In his own hometown.”
“Are— are you fucking kidding me?”
“No. B is already calling Nightwing. We’re taking the Batwing to Illinois.”
“Jesus fuck. I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Hood, I—”
“Shut up, I’m already in my gear.” He hangs up without waiting for a response.
He refreshes the Twitter feed and barks a laugh at the newest Tweet:
Do you think @TheJ0ker paid for his blue checkmark or did the muskrat give it to him free of charge as a bribe? Vote now!
A: paid like a law-abiding citizen (actual bootlicker)
B: bribe from elon (corporate bootlicking)
Voting ended onAug 2, 2023
Jason Todd votes, and the Red Hood leaves his safe house.
xxXxx
A commercial flight to Illinois takes around two and a half hours. In the Batwing, they get there in an hour, and don’t even have to worry about the drive from Chicago to a small speck of a town like Amity Park. They spend the quick flight learning everything they can about Daniel James Fenton, the owner of the Twitter account, and they can all sense the growing tension from (and between) Bruce and Jason.
But, well. Jason doesn’t care. Let them be uncomfortable. It doesn’t compare to being ripped back into life and finding out his dad didn’t even get justice for his death.
When they reach town, it doesn’t take long to find the Fentons’ home. This is in part because Amity Park is a very navigable town, and because of the giant neon sign proclaiming FentonWorks on the side of the building.
“Is that a blimp?” Dick asks. “Why don’t we have a blimp?”
“Where would we keep it?” the Demon Brat counters practically. “Goliath takes up all of the Cave’s extra space.”
Jason rolls his eyes and knows veins would be popping out of Bruce’s forehead if it weren’t for the cowl.
“Let’s go,” Bruce says instead, and they all make their way to the house.
Nightwing, predictably, goes for the front door approach. Jason rolls his eyes as he takes one of the second-story windows and finds his way downstairs.
He gets down at the same time that a redheaded girl answers the door and nearly slams it in Dick’s face. Jason has to suppress snickers at the sight.
“Wait, wait, wait, are you Jazz Fenton? We need to talk to your brother!”
“...We?” she asks, then tenses and turns around to see the rest of the Bats in the hall behind her. Dick takes the opportunity to step in completely, closing the door behind him. “Wha— what’s going on?”
“Where are your parents, Jazz?” Bruce makes every question sound like a demand. Jason rolls his eyes from behind his mask—way to put the teenager at ease, B.
“Why do you need to know?” Her voice has a defensive edge to it. “What do you want with Danny?”
“Hey, it’s okay,” Nightwing comforts. “He didn’t do anything too bad, just said some dumb things online. It’s not his fault.”
This relaxes her, and her shoulders begin un-hunching. “Oh, s-so what’d he do?”
“He foolishly challenged The Joker to a battle in a ‘Nasty Burger’ parking lot tonight.”
“You could’ve had some more tact, Robin,” Nightwing scolds. But the Demon Spawn just crosses his arms.
“He did what?” Jazz shrieks. “Like, The Joker from Gotham? That Joker?”
“Are there others?” Red Hood comments dryly.
Her face goes through several different emotions—disbelief, rage, fear, and then rage again, “DANIEL JAMES FENTON! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!”
There’s a thumping noise, and then frantic footsteps down the stairs.
“Wha? Who died?” asks the figure of a tiny fifteen-year-old, smaller than even Jason had been when he was alone with The Joker. He’s tiny and lanky. Zero muscle definition. Eye bags to rival the Replacement’s. Something ripples in the Pit, deep and distinct, but he can’t name what causes it.
Oh, this kid is so dead.
“Danny,” says Jazz calmly while Danny blinks uncomprehendingly at the heroes in their hallway. She is solemn when she says, “I’m afraid I’m going to have to kill you now.”
“What did I do?”
She stares at him, “Why have you scheduled a fight with The Joker?”
“Oh, that.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Is he taking that seriously?”
“Of course he is, Danny! It’s The Joker! That’s what he does! He can’t differentiate between a joke and reality! He would tear off his own face for the bit!”
“Oof,” is all Danny can muster. He digs his phone out and starts typing before Jazz yanks it out his hand.
“You’re fucking TWEETING about this?” Jazz asks incredulously, and Hood’s hackles rise. She even reads the Tweet aloud, “‘Just found out @TheJ0ker is being fr about fighting me. Sad but i can take a clown.’”
“I was gonna add ‘i’ve done it b4,’ but like the letter and the number four. But yeah.”
“You’re grounded forever.” Danny opens his mouth to protest, but the look Jazz cuts at him is so scathing that he shuts his mouth. Hood is reluctantly impressed—she had what could be cultivated into a fantastic Batglare. She pockets the phone, “You’re never getting this phone back. Taunting The Joker to Amity? Have you any brain cells? What if he brings Joker gas with him, huh? Or any of his goons? What if he starts hurting other people? Have you thought any of this through?”
Danny’s face goes from tired to chastised, his lips drawing into a frown, especially at the mention of other people.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t think that he’d take it so seriously.”
“He sent you your IP Address.”
“I thought that was just a random string of numbers?”
“Oh my god,” Jazz despairs. “Oh my god. Grounded forever. See, I know you're lying to me. I know you're lying because Tucker, the nerdiest tech nerd to have ever been born, is your best friend.”
He rubs the back of his neck, “I tune him out?”
“You’re still lying to me?” Jazz scoffs and turns to Batman, “Do whatever you want with him. I’m not going to defend him from this.”
“Hey!” complained her brother, but Batman just continued on, “Where are your parents?”
“They’re in Sweden for a science convention,” Jazz answers. “They left this morning.”
Damn, Jason curses to himself.
“Jazz, seriously. You’re not gonna let Batman kill me, right?”
“Do you want to be cremated or buried, Danny?” Jazz asks blasély, and Danny gulps, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes.
“It’s my Twitter handle,” he mutters petulantly, and Jason can’t believe the gall of this kid. Or maybe stupidity. Audacity’s a good one, too. “If he wanted it, he should’ve gotten it first. And he gives clowns a bad name.”
“Not the clown thing again.” Jazz digs her palms into her eyes, sighs, then turns to the heroes. “He has a whole clown thing ever since Circus Gothica came to town and robbed a bunch of jewelry stores.”
Danny gestures wildly with his hands, as if demonizing clowns was the real problem and not the egomaniacal mass murderer who wanted to murder him for his Twitter handle, “Clowning is an art form, Jazz, and people like Freakshow and The Joker make a mockery of the very serious societal statements that clowns make!”
All of the Bats very carefully Did Not look at Nightwing, who has made very similar rants on quiet patrols.
“You are never leaving this house again,” she says serenely. “And I’m unplugging the wifi router.”
“You would punish even yourself?”
“Oh, little brother. I would watch the world burn if it meant knocking sense into your thick skull.”
“Okay, Christ,” Red Hood finally interrupted the siblings’ melodrama. An unyielding redheaded girl and a mouthy black-haired, blue-eyed boy? They’d fit in a little too well back at the Manor, so Jason needs to cut this shit out before Bruce’s bat-doption instincts start tingling. “Stop. Just… Christ. Stop. Is this how you always interact with each other?”
“Sometimes there’s explosions,” Danny pipes up, a cheeky grin on his face.
Jazz doesn’t dispute it.
Fucking hell. God damn it. I can’t. I just can’t.
Batman doesn’t give anything away, “Robin and Red Robin will be staying here with you until Nightwing, Hood, and I apprehend The Joker. First, we’re going to check the perimeter.”
“Oooh, I get to give the lab tour!”
Lab?
“No lab. You’re grounded. You’ll only be in there for cleaning duty now.”
“Wh– hey! No fair!”
“What’s this lab you two are talking about?” Red Robin asks before Jazz can rip into her brother again.
She sighs, “Our parents’ lab. I’ll show you, but someone needs to stay with Danny.”
“You act like I’m gonna run off and start World War III….”
“I wonder why,” she says sarcastically.
Batman nods to Robin, who nods back, and the rest of them follow Jazz out of the living room to a metal reinforced door. She types in a code—Jason catches the numbers 03-14-99. There’s an assenting beep, and she opens the door, flicking on the lights and leading them down into what is apparently a basement lab.
A stone settles in Red Hood’s stomach, cold and heavy.
The basement is large, likely the floor size of the entire building. There are several work tables, filled with miscellaneous blueprints and spare parts and weapons and tools. Against the farthest wall is another armored door, but what draws Hood’s—and the entire Batclan’s—attention is the south wall, where a circular hole in the wall was glowing a toxic Pit green.
The stone shattered in his stomach, splintering into his body. Is it harder or easier to breathe? Jason can’t tell.
“Wow,” says Nightwing. His voice is cheerful, but Jason can feel the stress beneath it. “Do I even want to know?”
Wasn’t this supposed to just be typical Joker bullshit?
“Our parents are ectobiologists,” Jazz explains nonchalantly, walking further into the lab. “As in, ghost biologists.” She pauses at one of the work tables, picking up a green and white thermos. Pretty boring, considering the rest of their surroundings.
“Ghosts.” Red Robin’s voice is carefully neutral.
“Ghosts,” Jazz reaffirms. “I know. I thought they were crazy at first, too. But I can prove it, if you like.” Then, without waiting for a yes or no, she untwists the thermos, and there’s a bright flash of white, and a whole entire body sprouting out of it.
“WHOO! I’M FREE!” cries the…being, pale and floating and lanky and entirely too big to have fit into a fucking thermos, of all the fucking things. “....And not in the Realms? Wait.” He stops stretching, descending to rest closer to the ground, but still hovering a few inches from the floor. He’s got green eyes and lifeless (ha) blond hair. He’s wearing a trenchcoat and a green skull necklace. Overall, he looks like the type of thug he’d arrest in the Bowery.
“Hello, Johnny.” The man’s—ghost’s?—eyes flicker around each person in the room, his gaze becoming more and more confused and panicked as he takes in each Bat, before settling on Jazz Fenton.
“Why are the fucking Bats here?”
“The Joker’s coming to Amity,” she says. The ghost’s eyes widen. Jazz tilts her head, “How many ghosts would you say passed away in Gotham, Johnny?”
As Jason and the Bats tense, this Johnny guy lets out a wicked laugh, “Oh, Doll, you have the best surprises. Why did we break up?”
“You did try to have my body possessed. That ruins any good relationship.”
“Man, but Kitty’ll love this. Thanks for letting me out of Soup Time, Doll.” He floats higher, “Any advice?”
She throws him the phone she’d confiscated from Danny and he catches it easily, “Everything’s on here. Have fun.”
“What exactly are you planning?” Batman scowls.
Johnny laughs, “Aww, don’t worry, Bats. Peace and love on Planet Earth, or whatever. We’ll make it quick.” Then, as the Bats leap into action as one, Johnny turns invisible, the Batarangs passing harmlessly through where he’d once been floating.
“Where did he go?” Batman turns his scowl, angrier than ever, to Jazmin Fenton, who stares back unflinchingly. “He’s going to solve the problem.”
“You mean he’s going to kill The Joker.”
She shakes her head, “Oh, no. That’d just be asking for him to come back as a ghost. Could you imagine a Joker with powers like invisibility, intangibility, flight, and more? Johnny can be impulsive, but he’s smart. None of them will kill The Joker.”
“Then what are they going to do?” Red Robin asks.
“My parents are ectobiologists,” Jazz repeats from earlier. “But I am more of an anthro-ectopologist. I am concerned with the study of ectoplasmic beings’ societies and cultures. And while it is very ancient, there is protocol in the Infinite Realms—that is, where you go when you die, should you remain after death—to prosecute living criminals who have killed a certain number of Realms citizens. So you don’t have to worry about your moral code, Batman. The Joker will be tried by a much fairer court than Gotham can ever hope to have. No offense.”
Jason stares at Jazz Fenton, who he’d pegged as the sane sibling. He’s not so sure now, but he can’t say he hates it.
“And how do we know it’s a fair trial?” Nightwing asks.
She waves her hand, “Oh, as Gotham’s Knights, you’re key witnesses. I’m sure you’ll be summoned to testify. You will see then. And don’t worry about your secret identities—the dead don’t care much for that sort of thing.”
“So if this is a ‘fair’ trial or whatever, The Joker’s going to be locked up forever?” Jason asks. “I mean, that’s the only option for shit like him.”
Batman sends him a look, but he ignores it.
“Well, there are several different punishments that could be deemed appropriate, but he’ll never be able to set foot in the mortal world again, yes.”
Jason Todd grins, “Oh, I’m glad your brother’s stupid, kid.”
She sighs, long-suffering, “Well, that makes one of us. Still, there’s more important things we should discuss now that you’re here.”
“More important than The Joker trying to kill your brother over a Twitter handle?” Red Robin asks doubtfully.
Jazz smiles, sharp and dangerous, and asks, ”Have you ever heard of the Anti-Ecto Acts?”
xxXxx
Several months later when Danny is finally un-grounded, he Tweets his last three Tweets before Twitter can become the foolishly named X:
Imagine bullying the Joker so hard that it not only lands the Joker in ghost prison BUT it also leads to major law reform in the US lmao someone make the domino effect meme about this pls
Y’allre replying to me with thanks like i did anything other than be an internet troll. My sister literally manipulated local, federal, and interdimensional law so you should be thanking her.
i just a babie 🥺🥺🥺
xxXxx
Thanks for reading! This is the whole fic, so pls do not ask for tags! Thank you :)
Disclaimer: it/its pronouns are used for the daycare attendant until he achieves sentience!
Here's the AO3 link to read it there as well!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/48206098/chapters/121564951#workskin
Busy. Busy busy busy, always so busy. Never even a moments rest to stop and think- not that it needed an entire second, a laughably long amount of time. Jeremy was trying to eat glue. Tasha was shoving a dirty sock from the ball pit into one of the generators littered around the room- as if they weren’t already enough of a fire hazard.
It was lucky it was so quick, so ready to jump into the candy covered sticky fray. It was even luckier that it was a computer, a robot designed specifically for children. Maybe not designed for this specific job, but it performed it well. It took pride in it, as much as an artificial intelligence could, and even moreso knowing that all of its knowledge and expertise in this area was learned through experience rather than it being loaded into its artificial brain. It was advanced. It was incredibly advanced, far moreso than any other technology outside of the fazbear corporation.
A learning, growing AI, worth millions of dollars, and now with one hand holding onto the labelled seam of a toddler’s pants, dangling them from where they’d attempted a jump off the highest height of the jungle gym. The other hand was holding back an eight year old, who was beginning to realize that they were too mature for the daycare and acting out to prove it as they attempted to peel the safety foam off the sharp corners at the top of the structure. Its feet were being used to hold himself to the gym, hooked into the criss cross patterned grating and providing it just enough leverage to remain opposed to gravity.
If it had core muscles, they would be straining at the effort. At the moment, all the straining was a result of its desperate attempt to not drop either child, nor use too much force and accidentally hurt them.
Its foot slipped slightly, ever so slightly. Not enough to make it fall, but enough that it knew that scenario wasn’t far off. Its mind ran a hundred thousand calculations a millisecond, before it finally calculated the best choice.
It used the hand holding the back of the older child’s shirt to yank them towards it while simultaneously throwing the toddler up up UP into the air. It did a spinning cartwheel off the structure, using both it’s hands to launch the older child into the ball pit as if he were a basketball, hearing him land with a scattering of hollow plastic balls. Finally, it hit the ground with a duck, a roll, and a bounce to stand back up. Holding out its perfectly engineered hands and-
Poomf!
Catching the little one with time to spare. The fluid, lifelike robot beamed and wiggled ite finger over the child’s nose, earning a giggle before it put them down and sent them on their wobbly way.
“Remember kids, the top of the structure is off off off limits!” It announced, its million dollar smile bright and cheerful, it’s voice so full of life you wouldn’t know it didn’t have one.
“Mr Sun!!” Two of the children screamed, in a tug of war over a stuffed Chica.
“Hello, friends!” It smiled at them, bounding over in far fewer steps than it would take a human, thanks to its incredibly long legs. “Are we playing nice and sharing our toys??”
One of the children shook their head quickly. “Billy isn’t letting go of MY chica!!”
“I saw it first!!” He retorted, tugging on the doll again. The animatronic faintly heard the sound of seams pulling taut.
“But I brought it from home!!” The little girl whined. “Mr SUN!!”
It gently patted both of their heads, crouching down to get closer to the both of them. “Amanda, you brought your toy from home, so you get to decide if you want to share it! Billy, Amanda is very upset, so do you think you could find a different toy??”
It’s voice remained as bouncy and excited as ever, even while crouched down trying to calm down a situation. Billy scowled before tugging on the toy again, and even Amanda could hear the ripping now. She screamed in terror at the idea of her toy being broken, pulling back harder in a vain attempt to retrieve it. “NOOOO!!”
It scanned the situation, running through calculations before coming to its final option. The last one before simply lifting up the children and physically separating them.
“Whooooo wants a sundrop!!” It held out two round little orange candies, magicked out of thin air from behind the children’s ears.
They stared for a moment, but only a moment before the toy was dropped and the candies grabbed eagerly. The daycare attendant lifted up the toy, depositing it in Amanda’s arms. It reached over into one of the many piles of toys surrounding the daycare and pulled out a Monty plush, plopping it into the arms of Billy. “There we go! Now we both have a toy!”
It’s wide smile beamed as it squinted it’s optics in a show of approval. Both children seemed at least satiated with the end result- both with a toy and a piece of candy, before running off in opposite directions. It stood up and surveyed the room, looking for the next challenge to tackle.
The child who had been dunked into the pit finally dragged himself out, throwing a plastic ball at the attendant’s head in indignation that his plan to ruin safety codes had been thwarted.
The ball whizzed towards the animatronic, with surprisingly good aim for a kid of that age. Aim didn’t matter however, when the daycare attendant had sensors in the back of its head. It’s torso turned before his head and caught the ball. When it’s head caught up, rotating to face him, it beamed his same, static smile at the boy.
“Oh ho ho, Lukas!” It chided, voice loud enough to fill the entire daycare with ease. It used its foot to kick two more balls that had been scattered along the mats into its hands, and began juggling them. “Throwing things is not permitted in the daycare! Unless of course we’re playing catch- but I don’t remember agreeing to play!!”
As it walked over to the boy, it continued to scoop up balls, juggling them even as the number of them became more and more unfathomable to be kept in the air all at one time.
Lukas folded his arms and huffed, turning and sitting on the edge of the ball pit. He paused until he knew the attendant was close, mischievous little grin worming it’s way across his face. By the time the attendant was close enough to roll the balls off its shoulder in a graceful slide back into their designated place in the pit, he had a new plan.
He threw himself off the edge of the ball pit, sliding between the attendant’s legs and booking it for the structure. He knew the attendant had difficulty maneuvering inside of it, though it wasn’t impossible. He’d have to be quick to make it through. He had no real goal, of course. He was here until his mom came for him at four.
But getting that dumb robot all tangled up for a few minutes would be compensation enough for having been interrupted during his brooding on top of the structure.
The robot feigned being startled as it was slid under, having seen the boy’s muscles tensing long before he actually moved. Its programming urged it to allow the children small victories over it- to improve their self confidence, and their growth. It gasped dramatically, throwing every ball it was juggling into the air at once and letting them pelt it as they came back down.
Several children who were watching giggled at the display, enjoying watching the oldest kid in the daycare really stick it to the man. Er.. the robot.
The older kids knew the robot wasn’t really alive. He was a toy, meant to watch over them while their parents were at work, or with their older siblings in the gigantic pizzaplex. He was like .. an elf on the shelf. He couldn’t really do anything to you, but he could tell your parents if you had been naughty, and that was often more than enough to deter them from bad behaviour. He played games, sang songs, told stories, did arts and crafts- he did it all!
Almost like a real person!
Lukas had, at this point, been sticking out his tongue at the attendant from the slide, teasing and making rude gestures.
The attendant’s array of yellow points, surrounding his head like a halo of sunshine, flattened back slightly. It’s programming censored the rude gesture for it, but it knew that it was against the rules. Rules that it took VERY seriously.
“Lukas! That is against the rules! Please step out of the-!” It peered up into the tube that the boy had disappeared into, whirring clicks filling the plastic tunnel as it tried to pathfind the best way to handle this situation.
It was frozen for a fraction of a second before deciding to follow him. It knew the boy was trying to get it to follow, but that’s what it was here for. To play! To follow the rules in order to keep order and structure to the fun, to play along, and to keep humans safe were the pillars on which its AI was built. It was harmless to follow, and would only serve as a lesson to the boy when he was caught to not break the rules.
It crawled into the slide, on all fours, almost spider-like as it ascended. “Luuuukaaaas!” It called, in a sing-songy voice, completely oblivious in any bit of its coding as to how terrifying this situation would be to a child. “Rulebreakers don’t get to keep playing, they have to go in TIME OUT!”
It reached the end of the slide, crouching as it scanned the area. It found the bio signature near instantly, though with a moments hesitation. He was using the generator as a mask to hide his body heat- clever! It added that note to Lukas’s file to compliment his mother on when she came for pickup. The parents were usually much friendlier to it after it complimented their children. Not that their nervous looks and barely hidden discomfort around it bothered it. It was only a machine, after all.
“Come get me!!” The child teased, sticking out his tongue as he peaked over the generator. Warning signs flashed in its mind, red boxes and triangles covering his view. This was dangerous. The generators weren’t safe to play around.
“The generators aren’t toys, friend!” It spoke slowly. “Let me get you somewhere more fun, then we can-“
As it reached over the generator, it knocked one of the thick connecting cables loose, already having been on its last legs from being fiddled with by tiny hands. A large arc of electricity crackled in the air, and the lights in the daycare flickered. The generator practically jumped into the air with the force of the kilovolts being pushed through it, kilovolts which connected with the attendant’s metal frame and engulfed it.
Lukas watched as the attendant was flooded with electricity, artificial eyes flooded with static, and rays spinning so quickly it was creating a breeze. Arms twitching and hands opening and closing, legs spasming- Maybe this hadn’t been the best idea after all. If he broke this thing, his mom was sure to kill him. Or at least, take away his video game privileges.
Eventually, the lights in the daycare returned to normal, the generator that had been over-conducting calming down as its brothers rerouted the power to themselves and shut it off from their system. Now that it was powerless, the attendant was free to recover.
Smoke rose from his body, eyes black as his power cell had forced a shut off to avoid overload. It had done so too late, unfortunately, and he had crashed.
His systems slowly rebooted, coming back online one by one.
Good Morning, Sun!
The text beeped in front of his eyes before disappearing shortly after, the usual wake up he received after a hard reset, other than the startup systems diagnosis running in the background. He blinked slowly, purposefully.
That had.. hurt.
It had hurt?
It had hurt.
Why had it hurt? He’d never hurt before. He could feel things, thanks to the wiring under his silicon, to give him the ability to judge touch and pressure. But he’d never hurt. He’d also never considered himself a he before. Why was he thinking that now? Why was he thinking anything? He didn’t usually think, not much anyways, not consciously. His thoughts were command tasks in his computer brain, not thoughts- thoughts like these. Like this one right now. And this one! And this!
He felt himself begin to panic. What was happening to him? What was wrong? Was he broken? Oh, no! If he was broken he’d have to-
Fear flooded his system. Confusion, then panic, then fear. Not the most fun first three emotions to feel.
He raised his hands and gripped his rays anxiously, before patting down the rest of himself. He didn’t FEEL broken. Not physically at least. Maybe the jolt had fried his software- would he need it replaced?? Would he-
He froze again, a swirling spinning mess of all these terrible feelings, not even noticing as the little instigator slipped his way past him and down the slide back out of the structure again.
He was too busy thinking about himself, now. Himself. A new concept.
If he’d needed to breathe, his chest would be heaving. And it did. His artificial breathing, meant to make him even more like a person, had caught up to the news of their sudden autonomy, and began shuddering as he fought to catch his false breath.
He was only shaken out of his stupor when he heard a voice in the back of his head. One he heard constantly- that he knew as intimately as he knew himself. It WAS himself. Or at least.. it had been.
When he wasn’t awake, it hadn’t mattered that the moon program was separate from him. They were the same body, providing the same functions. It was the same as switching browsers. You still got your results.
But now.. now..? Now that little voice, those little lines of code that ‘spoke’ to him.. they really were speaking to him. The voice they’d programmed for moon, to be softer, to be easier to hear before bed, echoed out in lines of code that translated themselves into speech.
Sun?
Sun paused for a moment. That was his name, wasn’t it? Sun. It was his. He’d never thought about his name before- it had almost been as much of a title as daycare attendant. It wasn’t his, it was what the children called him to get his attention. No, no. That was his name. It was his. He decided firmly in that moment. His first real decision- one made on his own. On purpose. By choice.
..Moon..?
He sent out his own strings of code in return, hesitantly, carefully. As if responding would break the spell, the beautiful and terrifying curse they seemed to be under.
After a few long moments, agonizingly long, he received a pinged response.
Synopsis- Throughout history, humans have been at war with the Fallen, demonic creatures who were banished to live in the Barrens for their sins. One day, the king of the Fallen, Azazel, is captured by the imperial hunters led by General Mu Ryang. But contrary to the general’s initial beliefs, Azazel isn’t the cold-hearted monster the legends have made him out to be. In fact, he shows compassion for his fellow Fallen who have been ruthlessly hunted down by the humans, and even offers himself up in exchange for his people’s safety. After this eye-opening encounter, Mu Ryang begins to question who the sinners really are, and Azazel plans to use the general’s changing perspective to turn him against the crown prince, Jeong Jin, and put an end to centuries' worth of conflict.
Art
The art is absolutely gorgeous in every way. The shading is perfect, the color schemes, the stylization. I’m in love with everything. The way it’s drawn is so atmospheric and fitting for the webtoon. I would read for the art alone.
Worldbuilding
The world is mysterious but rich. With a common trope of devils and humans (also played in Blue Matter), Aza makes a unique world inspired by religion and sin. Each chapter, we learn more about the unexplained world of Aza and the more we learn, the more complex and immersive the story becomes.
Characters
Our MC is a badass anti-hero/villain. A good king with a strong sense of duty for his fellow Fallen. Our MC, unlike others is manipulative, dutiful, ruthless, cold and influential yet strong, caring, loyal, smart and a good leader to his people. His duality is beautifully drawn and seeing his feelings, and thoughts, his plans and actions was so interesting. Despite being our MC, we have little knowledge of his past and life. Every other main character and side character has a time to shine. I know for a fact that each character was planned start to finish.
Plot
I’m a huge fan of political plots, antiheroes/manipulative main characters, good worldbuilding and high-dark fantasy and this is all in one. With complex politics and royal family drama in the palace along with the plans of the Fallen and seeing what will happen next. Each chapter has unspeakable suspense and though the first chapters are quite slow, each episode is long and builds up. It remind me of Remarried Empress, showing the psychological slow build and making an atmosphere and buildup to the stakes and climax. It’s a very hard yet specific technique that can be amazing when done right. It’s a smart writing tool usaesae uses well and I know the payoff will be worth it. It’s quite a well rounded plot driven story.
Conclusion
I expected this to have more fans considering it’s similar to Remarried Empress, Your Throne and the Snake and the Flower, all being fan favorites of people due to the political drama and fantasy aspects coupled with the slow yet interesting storytelling. If you enjoy political fantasy with a solid and tight plot, this is another webtoon you may enjoy.
You know all those fics where Danny and Damian are twins but everyone first assumes Danny must be a clone? How about an au where Danny is Damian's clone who escaped the League after he was assumed dead. Damian could even have been the one to have "killed" him, back when Danny was a newly created, fully brainwashed clone minion and trying to kill Damian himself.
Danny gets adopted by the Fentons and canon goes on as normal, until Dan. Witnessing what would happen to the world should he turn evil really drove home to Danny how dangerous he is.
Even if he was confident he could be trusted with his absurd amount of power (which he isn't), what if the League of Assassins found out about him? Does he still have programming triggers from his evil assassin clone conditioning?
So, Danny does the responsible thing: he goes to Batman to turn himself in.
Cue Danny showing up on Bruce's doorstep with ghost hunting equipment, intel on the afterlife, and an almost unbelievable backstory. Somehow he still managed to be more well-adjusted than Damian.
More thoughts under the read more
Here's how I'm thinking Danny leaving the League went down:
After surviving his wounds but failing his mission, Danny (then an unnamed potential Damian replacement) knew there was no point in returning to the League. As a failure, he was meant to be disposed of. He even thought of simply allowing himself to perish, since that was what the League would do.
But he couldn't help but feel as though that would be a waste of a resource. Surely he could be of more use to the League alive than dead?
That tiny bit of rebellious logic is what caused Danny to go into hiding, only living on based on the off chance he would find opportunities to further the League's goals. Obviously, that mentality didn't last long after being exposed to the real world and meeting one Jazz Fenton.
Being adopted by the Fentons was the best cover Danny could have asked for, since any odd behavior he couldn't hide while he was learning how to be "normal" was totally overshadowed by the sheer bizarre eccentricity of his new parents. He was still the neighborhood weird kid, but even that was a major upgrade from disposable tool, so Danny considered it a win.
Anyway, if anyone likes this idea, please feel free to have at it! Interpret it as you please :)
Danny didn't want to be here, but it wasn't as if he had a lot of other options. He didn't know how to contact any other Justice League heroes, and this one, at least, would take him seriously. Probably. Damian, at least, would take him seriously. So seriously that Danny doubted he would be walking away from this without a stab wound.
Luckily, Danny wasn't the kind of person to die because of a stab wound. Or anything, really. Which was kind of the reason he was here.
He sucked his lips in as he stared at the gates. He was far enough down the street from them that there probably weren't any cameras picking him up, but only probably, because the people he was dealing with were insane. And Danny knew insane. From a couple of different perspectives, even.
Again, this was part of the problem.
He sighed and started walking. This was going to be painful and awkward, and he technically didn't have to do this, but...
But.
This was so far beyond his second chance, beyond his third chance, even. He couldn't expect another one. This way, if he did manage to screw everything up, he wouldn't be taking the world down with him.
He reached the gates. There was a tiny intercom there, along with a camera. There were probably more, even better, cameras hidden elsewhere around the gate, to get multiple perspectives of everyone who came up to them. Danny wouldn't be surprised if he was being watched already.
Bracing himself, Danny pulled off his hood. No going back now.
Danny wasn't identical to Damian. Combining science and magic tended to have unpredictable results, and even in cloning there were random mutations. Danny was one of several 'flawed' clones that had still been considered capable enough to be sent out to harry their original. He didn't have the same coloration as Damian al Ghul, Son of the Bat. Something epigenetic affecting his melanin production. Blue eyes, instead of Damian's green, pale skin to Damian's ochre. Not something that would be noticed at night, behind masks with opaque eyes and flashing swords. He didn't stand out, among his clone-siblings.
By the same token, despite the differences being more obvious in the daylight, he would be recognized now. Or, at least, the resemblance would be.
He pressed the intercom button and waited, bouncing up and down nervously. Part of him wondered if Damien ever fidgeted like this.
"Hello," said a crisp British voice, "may I help you, young man?"
"Yeah," said Danny. "Is, um. Mr. Wayne home?" He cringed. "I need to talk to him." Because a billionaire would definitely talk to a random kid who showed up at his house. Hopefully, this person would either notice he looked like Damian, or... Yeah. Knew about the Batman stuff. "It's about... Things at night."
He should have come up with a script of some kind before coming, but he'd been occupied putting together everything else.
"Are you in trouble?" This question was a bit sharper.
"Not... really? But I think he'd want to know what I know, if that makes sense?"
"I see," said the calm, British voice. "If you will wait a moment...?"
"Sure," said Danny. He flipped his hood back up. The League of Assassins probably wouldn't be bold enough to watch the bats this closely.
But only probably.
It was okay. There had only been a handful of years between his escape and when he had to start fighting for his life again. He knew how to handle himself, and the way he traveled didn't leave a trail.
Danny jumped at the sound of footsteps, and a minute later, an elderly man in a suit came around the corner of the drive. He kept his eyes from flicking into the foliage, where he was quite sure at least one of Damian's brothers were hiding.
"Young sir," said the old man as the gate swung open. "Mr. Wayne will see you."
"O-oh," said Danny. "Thank you. You didn't have to walk out all this way."
"It's no trouble, really." He paused. "My name is Alfred Pennyworth And what may I call you, sir?"
"Danny."
"Mr. Daniel, then?"
"Danny, please. Daniel is... weird."
"Ah, bad memories?"
"Kind of."
"Not what brings you here?"
"Uh. No. I think it'd be better if I said it directly to Mr. Wayne, if that's okay."
Mr. Pennyworth hummed, neutrally. "It will be a little while before he returns home."
"Oh," said Danny, wincing again. "I, uh, didn't realize he wasn't... Here. At this time."
"He normally would be. Something came up."
"Is, um. Is Damian here?" It sounded so weird saying his name out loud.
"He is with his father."
"Cool. That's cool." It was very much not cool. He didn't want to see Damian, although he'd planned for it. He and Dani got along, post murder attempt, but he imagined it'd be a lot different with Damian.
The rest of the walk was unremarkable, except for Danny's continuous freaking out. Mr. Pennyworth led him through a grand entryway and into a small sitting room he was sure was monitored eight ways from Sunday, and then some.
"May I get you anything to drink while you wait?"
"No," said Danny. He wouldn't trust it not to be drugged, anyway. "I'm good, thanks." He swung his backpack off his shoulders and held it in front of himself, hugging it close.
"Very well, young sir."
There were a series of loud thumps, the footsteps of someone trying to be heard, and a tall, athletic man came into the room.
"Richard Grayson?" guessed Danny.
"That's me," said the man, smiling, tightly. "And you are?"
"Danny."
"Danny...?"
"Just Danny."
"Okay, and why are you here, Just Danny?" the tone was teasing, but it did little to defuse the tension.
Danny shifted uneasily. The amount of information, of knowledge given to the clones had been limited, but he was pretty sure Richard Grayson was Nightwing, and the first Robin.
"Couple different reasons," said Danny. "Mainly, um. To let him know I exist. And stuff. Relating to that. Him being Batman. And Damian, I guess."
There was a bit of quiet as Grayson stared at him like he was peeling back his skin with his mind.
"Does Damian not... know about you?"
"That's..." He made a snap decision, because he wasn't sure he could deal with that particular misunderstanding, and talking to Batman, and Damian, and explaining everything important all at once. "I'm not his brother, you get that, right? I'm," he shrugged, "one of the clones. You know, from a few years ago."
Despite his nonchalance, he watched Grayson carefully, tracking his movements.
"The ones who tried to kill him?"
"Yeah, that was... not my best moment, but in my defense I was sort of brainwashed. And less than a year old. Just for context."
"Context. Right."
"And I definitely understand if Damian, um. Doesn't want to see me. Because, no offense, I don't want to see him. Either. If that makes sense."
"You came all this way, and you don't want to see him."
"Well. No. It's-- Think of it this way: He killed way more of us than we killed of him."
Grayson stared at him.
"He did die," said Grayson.
"I thought he was out doing, like, Robin things."
Grayson pulled a face. "He came back."
Oh, that made things much more complicated. Or did it? It wasn't really Danny's problem that he had died. Even if Danny had also died.
"Okay," he said, finally. "I mean. I just don't want to get stabbed, and--" He stopped, examined Grayson's face a little more closely, and the tiny speck of something inside his ear. "They're totally listening in, aren't they? They've got a radio or whatever. And they're yelling in your ear."
"Damian's having a bit of a problem with you using his voice to say things so, uh..."
"Casually?" suggested Danny.
"Sure, let's go with that." His eyes flicked up and down Danny again. "So... You're doing... okay?"
"Like, right now, or...?" Danny made a small circular motion with his hand.
"You've been living somewhere? Somewhere safe?"
"More or less," said Danny. "But I really would like to wait for Batman-- for Mr. Wayne to get here, before I get into details."
Grayson nodded slowly and they waited in uneasy silence. Mr. Pennyworth had slipped away at some point, without Danny even noticing, which was a feat.
It was, perhaps, another half an hour before Bruce Wayne arrived. He was tall, very tall, and walked nearly silently. A flock of teenagers and young adults trailed in his wake, including Damian, who looked furious, but who at least didn't obviously have his sword.
"Do you need help?" asked Batman, when Danny didn't continue. Damian changed his glare to the back of his father's head.
"Yeah. Sort of. I'm actually here to turn myself in. And to tell you how to kill me." He gave them a pair of thumbs up and grinned. "Normal things, right?"
Bruce scanned the clone in front of him again. He wasn't identical to Damian, no, and the League of Assassins wasn't above modifying the clones they made, but Bruce couldn't immediately see any reason for that particularly worrying statement.
Behind him, Duke cleared his throat. "Uh, no. No, that's not normal."
"But for you guys," said Danny. "For you, it's normal."
"Not really, no. People generally don't ask us to kill them."
"That's not really what I'm asking."
Bruce suppressed a sigh. "Explain."
"Okay." The boy's grip on his backpack tightened. "You probably know how I- We- Me and the other clones, how we were made right? And the whole, um, murder horde thing?"
Bruce inclined his head.
"Great. So, there I was, part of the murder horde--"
"Are we really calling it that?" interrupted Stephanie.
Danny blinked at her. "... Is there... something else you'd like to call it?"
"Please continue," said Bruce.
"Right. So. Anyway. I was trying to murder, uh, Damian - sorry about that, by the way - with everyone else, and, um, naturally got stabbed. A few times. You are really good at stabbing, by the way. Superb. Ten out of ten stabbing experience, would get stabbed again. If I was into that kind of thing. Which I'm not. Please don't stab me."
"Father."
"I think we understand that you were stabbed. Please go on."
"After that I fell off a roof and sort of crawled into a corner to die. But I didn't die! Obviously. Not then, anyway. And I realized I didn't want to die. Kind of. Not quite like that, because of the brainwashing. Did I mention the brainwashing?"
"Yes."
Danny bobbed his head nervously. "It was kind of more like, I decided I'd be more useful to the League not dead, but if I stayed where I was, the League would kill me. You know how brainwashing is. So, I broke into a car, and it turned out one of the people who owned it was sort of a doctor."
"Sort of a doctor?" echoed Dick.
"A biologist with first aid training and a PhD," clarified Danny. "They, uh. That family took me in. Adopted me. You, uh, you know how that works. Obviously." He nodded at the admittedly rather full space behind Bruce.
"I'm not adopted," said Stephanie. "I'm not related to this man."
"Okay?"
"That doesn't explain why you're here," pointed out Tim. "Or why you want to tell us how to kill you."
Danny had been pale and sweaty from the beginning of the conversation, but now he looked downright ill. But Bruce stayed still. There were still good odds that this was some kind of trap, and until he knew one way or another, he wasn't going to make a move that would endanger his children.
Even if, as a clone of his son, Danny was also, technically, his child.
"I'm getting to it. But, uh, to summarize, after a while there, with my family, I decided I didn't want to ever go back, and I was just going to be as normal as possible. Then, again to summarize, I got into a lab accident and, well, lab accidents. I got some superpowers. A variety, you know?"
"You're a meta?" asked Bruce. They'd already known, of course, that he wasn't a standard human. What Duke saw when he looked at him said as much.
"I don't know about meta," said Danny. "I don't-" He turned slightly, towards Damian. "-I don't think we have the meta gene, so...?" He flinched. "But! Powers! Yes!" He extracted one hand from his backpack, and turned it invisible. It stayed that way for a moment, then went back to normal, and Danny went back to hugging his bag.
"So," said Dick, sounding pained, "you got superpowers, and your first reaction to that was to ask Batman to kill you."
"What? No, the lab accident was, like, a year ago." There was a worryingly long pause. "And I'm not asking anyone to kill me, I'm just letting you know how. Just in case."
"Why?" asked Dick.
"Well. There was an incident. With time travel."
Tim groaned loudly.
"Uh," said Danny, wide-eyed, "are you okay?"
"Go ahead, I just hate time travel."
Danny nodded cautiously. "I met an evil future version of myself-"
Tim groaned again.
"-who had killed everyone. Like, really, just about everyone. Whole planet, just rubble, everywhere, except for- Well, details, which I'll give you! But. I'm summarizing. And, I fixed that. The stuff leading up to it, I mean. But then I started wondering, what if I didn't fix it as much as I thought I fixed it? What if it happened again, anyway? And I was grown in a vat. What if there was some kind of, I don't know, extra brainwashing mind control stuff in my head? So, I sat down with some friends and came up with some, er, contingency plans. And now I'm here. Giving them to you." He held out his backpack to Bruce. "The plans. Not my friends. They wouldn't fit in here."
"Father," said Damian, and Bruce took a moment to be proud of Damian's progress. There had been no murder threats. "Are we really trusting the word of a defective clone."
"Hey, I'd say that I'm an improved clone, considering I've never killed anyone. Yet. That I know of."
"Truth," said Cassandra, helpfully.
Bruce decided to sit down. He had these chairs for a reason, after all. That reason wasn't to have crises about clone children he didn't know about, but that was fine.
"Is- is anyone going to take this?" asked Danny, waving the bag.
"It kind of sounds like you're leaving out a lot, there, chum," said Dick.
Danny made a face and mouthed the word 'chum,' then shook his head. "I mean, you try to fit your whole life story into a fifteen minute conversation. I'm not trying to hide anything, it's just a lot of stuff."
"So, if we asked you about your powers," started Stephanie.
"Imvisibility, intangibility, flight, energy blasts, ice powers, and, um. I can possess people. Also. There's a longer list, which I wrote down because I forget things..." He unzipped the backpack and started rummaging through it.
"And the accident that gave you these powers," said Damian, "what about details on that?"
Danny stilled. "Okay, so." He licked his lips. "You guys believe in ghosts, right?"
By the time Danny finished 'explaining,' everyone was sitting, even Damian. Although it might be better to say that Damian was perched.
"I think that's pretty much everything relevant," said Danny, lacing his fingers together. "So... are we good? Do you believe me?"
Honestly, for Dick, the hardest part of all of this to believe was that a clone of Damian somehow wound up with Danny's mannerisms. The fidgeting, the stuttering, the slang, actually volunteering information while being unable to deliver it with any concision... Yeah. It was weird. Especially since Danny did more or less have Damian's face.
"We believe you," said Bruce in a tone that said his guilt complex was eating him alive.
"I don't think you could fake being this bad at explaining things," admitted Damian with a sniff.
"Yeah, so, welcome to the family," said Dick, giving Danny his best smile.
Danny blinked at him. "... Does that mean you don't want to put me in a containment cube?"
"No," said Bruce. "I don't think that's necessary at the moment."
"But I caused the apocalypse?"
"If we locked up every meta who might have caused the apocalypse in an alternate timeline, we'd need a lot more jails," said Tim.
"Oh. Okay. But, uh," he pointed at Dick. "I've already got a family... Mr. Grayson? Richard?"
"Call me Dick."
"I've already got a family, who I love. So. If you don't want to preemptively lock me up, you don't have to actually. Do that."
"You mean the scientists who shoot at you?" asked Tim, holding up his phone which, yes, showed two people chasing Danny in 'ghost form' down a street with guns.
"They don't know that's me," said Danny, "also, they've gotten way better lately."
"This is from last week."
"Eh," said Danny. "Progress isn't linear."
"When you fell off that building, did you fall on your head?" asked Damian, incredulously.
"Honestly don't remember," said Danny. "But I'm sure you've gotten just as many concussions as I have, so I'd be a lot less snide about my IQ, if I were you."
"If you're in danger," started Bruce.
"Look, if you really want to adopt someone, can I suggest Danielle?"
Bruce got a very pinched look around his eyes. "Who is Danielle?"
Danny paused. "Okay, maybe I didn't get all the important details."
"Please tell me there isn't a Damian clone out there who's a girl," said Tim.
"There isn't," said Danny, quickly.
"Oh, goo-"
"She's my clone."
"Isn't that the same thing?" asked Dick.
"Not really? I mean, Dani has my powers, and Vlad was definitely trying to clone me. But my point is, you don't have to do that. For me. Because I'm fine. You don't have to feel responsible."
Dick was quite certain that everyone did, indeed, feel responsible.
"But Dani is, like, traveling the world on her own, so if you could convince her to be adopted, that would probably be a good thing. But I do not need to be adopted, because I am already adopted. Also, I'm pretty sure Damian would murder me."
"We've moved past that, actually," said Dick before Damian could explode and prove him wrong.
"Cool. Anyway, you've got the stuff, so if you don't want to lock me up, I'm just going to go. If that's okay. Is it okay?"
No one answered that, because, no, it really wasn't.
The door opened and Alfred cleared his throat. "If I am not interrupting anything, Master Bruce, it is time for dinner."
"Right!" said Danny, brightly. "So, I'll leave you guys to it."
"Why don't you eat with us?" asked Bruce.
"Uh. Because I don't want to interrupt your family dinner? Or get stabbed."
"Hey," said Dick, "Steph interrupts our family dinner all the time."
"It's true," said Steph with a shrug. "Alfred's cooking is the best. I'd totally get stabbed for it."
Danny chewed on his lower lip for a second, then a smile crept onto his face. "Would you say it's to die for?"
"No," said Damian. "You cannot say things like that with my voice."
"I just did, though," said Danny.
Dick grabbed Damian. Just as a preemptive thing. "Great! Let's go eat!"
"Alfred," Dick heard Bruce say, quietly. "I need you to call the guy."
"Well," said Tim, draping himself sideways over the arms of the armchair. "There's someone out there who makes bad death puns in Damian's voice. That's a thing we know, now."
Danny had just left, had even invited them to put a tracker on him, in addition to the trackers they'd already slipped on him. Not that it was really necessary. They already knew where he lived.
Damian picked a throw pillow up off the couch and screamed into it, then put it back down as if nothing had just happened and sat on the couch. "Yes," he said, "we do know that." Alfred the cat jumped up into his lap. "The question is, what do we do about it?"
"Well," said Dick, who was radiating something like exasperation, "B's already called the guy."
Tim sat up and turned. "You didn't," he said. "When did you even have time?"
"Father," said Damian, "he's a clone. Who tried to kill me. Who admitted that he wanted to make himself useful to the League of Assassins."
Bruce had a very Batman-like curve to his shoulders. "Years ago. And your friend, Connor, is also a clone."
"That's different," protested Damian. "I'm not saying that... Daniel isn't an individual, but we don't have any obligation towards him, and he's said as much."
"That's true," said Tim. "But you could extend that argument to just about anyone, couldn't you? He's a hero, and a teenager... But he's in a different city, and he's got a family. We can get him set up with support, real support, like the Titans, but do you really want to try and take him away from his city? Bruce?"
Bruce grumbled. "I'm not taking him away from his parents. But he's living in the same building he died in. And to give him the support he needs, we need to have time with him."
Damian scowled. Oh, that wasn't going to be good.
"We can have that time in different ways," said Tim.
Bruce grunted.
"He honestly seems to be doing just fine for himself," said Damian. "I don't think we need to do this. Or," he added, a little sourly, "that he would appreciate it."
"And Danielle?" asked Bruce.
No one had an an answer to that.
"I guess," said Tim, "you'll need the guy for that, at least."
This is so amazing 10/10 y’all should definitely read this.
It made me think of one of the Bats asking Danny why or how he acts the way he does when he is a clone of Damian. Danny has been around for less time than Damian and he acts more like a normal if nervous and anxious teenager. Danny’s answer?
“PUBLUC SCHOOL!”
I can imagine Danny going on a rant about it.
“Public school is the most humbling shit ever like I would not have survived if I acted like Damian. It was kill or be killed but I couldn’t actually kill anyone. I also got bullied! Did Damian ever get bullied? I got early 2000’s Disney Channel bullied too. I was shoved in lockers and trash cans. Expired school milk was thrown at me! Do you know how bad it is to have expired school milk explode on your head!? I’ve lost count how many times someone has acted like they wanted to be my friend or tried to ask me out as a joke. I needed to learn social skills fast to get that to stop. And one of my friends would have actually killed me if she caught me acting like Damian.”
The bat kids would be slightly horrified because this random clones life is a disaster. The bat kids who’ve experienced public school would agree with Danny’s reasoning and would understand completely why he acts like a mess.