Baby Danny Gets Sick and Every God Panics (aka “When the Most Powerful Toddler Catches a Cold and Reality Nearly Collapses”)
Bruce: “Danny’s coughing. We need to monitor him closely.” Damian: “I forbid sickness. It is a weakness.” Alfred: “Master Danny’s temperature is rising. I’m preparing herbal remedies.” Danny (weakly, clutching a plush bat): “...I’m still king.” Tim: “He just sneezed and a mini lightning bolt zapped the lamp.” Jason: “I’m not touching anything near him. He’s radioactive.” Steph: “His glow is fading. That’s… concerning.” Cass: “He’s not just sick. He’s unwell on a cosmic scale.” Duke: “I swear I just heard the house sigh.” The Realms (in a panic): Clockwork: “A toddler in distress disrupts time itself.” Ancient of Life: “His life force is waning. We must intervene.” Ancient of Death: “A rare and dangerous illness—yet fragile.” Fright Knight: “Someone get me a spell book and a heating pad.” Realmia: “I’m sending soothing mists and warm light.” Bruce: “We’re quarantining him. No visitors.” Danny (hoarse): “...no nap... no juice...” Damian: “He demands impossible things even now.” Barbara: “He hacked the medical scanner and locked it on ‘mood: apocalypse.’” Jason: “Mood’s not wrong.” Klarion (appearing suddenly): “Fear not! I shall summon the ancient healing brew!” Danny: “Only if it tastes like candy.” Klarion: “It does.” Danny: sips “Better.” Dick: “He’s smiling. That’s a good sign.” Steph: “The glow is back. He’s rallying.” Alfred: “The power of a king… and cookies.” Danny: “...still baby king. Still hungry.” The Realms (softly): “He will rise. Always.” Bruce (exhausted): “I thought babysitting was simpler.” Danny (grinning weakly): “It’s never simple.”
