Danny, for some freaking reason, is in Gotham living the high life of a street kid. One fantastic evening, he gets a pretty easy bet for $50 from one Jay Peters to stick a simple hero sticker on the Batmobile. Easy peasy, right? Tell that to his panic reaction to being zapped by the anti-tamper on the Batmobile. How does a 14 year old drive their new body?
Hear me out, Omega!rumi x Alpha!fem!reader half-demom soloist
I like to think that the reader is totally obsessed with Rumi, like she loves her and adores every centimeter of her body, especially her demon patterns since she, being half-demom, also has them
Also, being an idol and having a lot of money, she likes to spoil Rumi in everything.
And mira and zoey are like "how did you get this piece of woman?"
Since the reader is practically the perfect alpha since she is tall, she has big hands, she is chivalrous, she cooks for you, she buys you anything you want, she has muscles, she has abs, she has a deep voice, I mean mira and zoey are happy for her friend but they want someone like that!.
(When I saw this I immediately think of the reader and rumi🤭)
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•🌈anon.
🌈 Anon my jaw dropped to the floor, omg the effort you put in this request😭 it took me almost half an hour to look at all the pins you sent 😭, And here's your order🤗
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"Crave You Like Devotion"
Pairing: Omega!Rumi x Alpha!Fem!Reader (Half-Demon, Idol Soloist)
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, possessive but soft reader, mentions of heat/cycles (non-graphic), light physical affection, teasing from friends, deep emotional fluff
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You were used to being the center of attention.
Whether it was the thunderous applause of a sold-out solo concert, the blinding lights of magazine shoots, or the whispering hush that fell when you stepped into a room, the world had always stared at you—awed, speechless, enchanted. After all, you were Minho, the half-demon alpha soloist, the untouchable, the flawless. Your towering height, sculpted abs, veined arms, and the low, sultry rasp of your voice were practically legendary. You were what Omegas daydreamed about in the privacy of their rooms.
But none of it mattered unless it made her smile.
Your world, your obsession, your craving—Rumi.
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Rumi was everything you ever wanted.
A breathtaking Omega who carried the scent of cherry blossoms laced with the slightest hint of hellfire—burnt roses and vanilla. Her demon lineage left curling patterns of scarlet across her thighs, ribcage, and forearms, a mark you couldn’t stop kissing. The first time you saw her, she stood on stage with Mira and Zoey, jaw tight, eyes bold, her body tense with the raw power of performance. Her voice was sharp, her movements captivating, but her scent—her scent broke you. It whispered your name, even before you knew hers.
You met backstage. She ignored you. Told you she wasn’t into cocky Alphas, especially soloists with shiny careers and no time. You just bowed politely and said, “Then I’ll wait ‘til I’m worth your time.”
You bought her first meal after a grueling tour. You sent flowers to every comeback. You stood backstage in the shadows, watching her like a ghost, worshiping her from afar. It took nearly two years for her to crack.
But once she did?
Rumi fell for you so hard it was almost pitiful.
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“Do you ever stop staring?” she’d whisper, curled against your side on your black leather couch, her cheek resting on your chest, listening to the steady thrum of your heartbeat. Your fingers idly traced the demon markings beneath her oversized shirt—your shirt.
“Never,” you murmured, your voice rough from disuse. “You’re my favorite view.”
She groaned softly and slapped your abs. “Stop being cheesy.”
You smiled, wolfish. “Only if you stop looking so pretty.”
Rumi flushed. Her scent spiked just enough to make your blood stir. You shifted, pulling her further into your lap, her thighs sliding around your waist. She giggled and buried her face in your neck, inhaling you.
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You spoiled her rotten.
That wasn’t just gossip from the media. It was truth.
Custom jewelry with her patterns etched in gold. Matching demon-themed rings. Chauffeured rides in your custom matte black Maserati. A closet in your penthouse filled only with clothes that looked good on her—and you knew because you handpicked each one.
You cooked every breakfast. Omelets with chives and cheese, strawberry pancakes, garlic fried rice with eggs. You’d hum softly at the stove, clad in black joggers and an apron with “World’s Best Alpha” stitched in silver. Rumi would sit at the counter, one hand under her chin, her tail swishing lazily.
Sometimes she stared at your back like she was trying not to cry.
You noticed. You always noticed.
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“Why do you do all this for me?” she asked one night, voice barely audible. You were brushing her hair, long strokes with your clawed fingertips, her head in your lap.
You paused. “Because you’re my Omega.”
She looked up, eyes trembling. “But we’re not… we haven’t bonded. You haven’t even—”
“I don’t need a bond to love you,” you said simply. “I don’t need to rut you to prove it either. You’re mine because I chose you. Every day.”
Rumi’s breath hitched. She didn’t reply. She just leaned up, cupped your cheeks in her small hands, and kissed you so gently it almost broke you.
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Mira and Zoey were stunned.
Not at you being into Rumi. No, everyone was into Rumi.
They were stunned that Rumi finally let someone in.
They met you officially during a private dinner—just the four of you. Mira’s jaw dropped when you ducked slightly to enter the restaurant. She muttered something under her breath about Greek statues and abs carved by sin itself. Zoey did a double take when you offered to carry all their coats, pulled out their chairs, and handed them personalized wine bottles—your assistant had researched their preferences weeks in advance.
“So…” Mira said, eyes narrow, lips pursed, “how exactly did you pull this off, Rumi?”
Rumi didn’t even blush. She simply reached for your hand under the table, threading her fingers with yours. “I didn’t pull anything. She just… stayed.”
Zoey took a sip of her drink. “Can she stay for us too?”
You smirked and said nothing, brushing your thumb across Rumi’s knuckles.
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The press called you the Perfect Alpha.
Your fans called you The Demon Dream.
But to Rumi?
You were just Y/n.
Her Alpha. Her anchor. Her obsession.
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There were rumors about your scent soothing her in public. Paparazzi caught her gripping your arm in a frenzy after a panic attack during a red carpet interview, your calm presence melting the tension from her limbs.
There were fancams of you holding an umbrella over her during a storm, not caring that your expensive coat soaked through.
There were clips of Rumi stumbling offstage, her legs shaking from overexertion, and you catching her mid-fall—your arms steady, your expression unreadable except for the terror in your eyes.
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“Y/n,” she whispered one night, voice raw. “You’d still want me if I didn’t look like this, right?”
You stared at her—barefaced, in one of your shirts, thighs curled over yours. Her demon marks glowed faintly in the dark.
“I don’t want you because of how you look, baby,” you said. “I want you because you breathe. Because your eyes burn. Because you cuss when you're mad and pout when you’re sleepy and kiss me like I’m the only god in your world.”
She choked out a laugh, and then a sob.
You pulled her into your chest and let her cry it out. You rocked her slowly, one hand gripping the back of her neck, the other rubbing circles into her lower back.
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Your fans noticed the shift.
You glowed differently. Softer. More grounded.
Rumi’s scent clung to you like a secret. You let it.
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You never rutted her. Not yet.
Not until she begged you.
Not until she said the words.
But you were addicted to teasing.
Pinning her to your bed, hovering above her, whispering low and slow, “You’d look so good with my mark on your neck, pretty girl.”
Her thighs would twitch. Her scent would spike. She’d try to hide it behind a glare.
You’d chuckle. “Not yet, huh?”
And then you’d kiss her temple and cook her breakfast.
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Her heat finally came in spring.
She didn’t want suppressants. She wanted you.
“Y/n,” she whined, her cheeks red, thighs damp, voice trembling. “I need…”
You kissed her slowly. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”
And that night, when you finally buried your fangs in her neck—claiming her, bonding her—you cried too.
Because loving Rumi wasn’t something you stumbled into.
It was something you built. Every smile, every act of devotion, every whispered praise. You carved a home for her within you.
And when she whispered, “I love you,” between tears and kisses, your demon half purred.
HII!! it's 🪷 Anon, I saw ur reply to my request and it's totally fine! If it's still possible could I request a demon that was made by gwi-ma specifically but hates him just as much as huntrix does. So reader(either fem or nb) helps defeat gwi-ma and live happily ever after with the girls(platonic if that's ok)
-🪷 Anon
◆ MAIN COURSE: HUNTR/X and Gwi-Ma's demon!gn!Reader
◆ TYPE: SFW, platonic
◆ ALLERGEN WARNINGS: None I think???
◆ NOTES: YAYAYAYAY THANK YOU FOR UNDERSTANDING 🫶🫶🫶
Gwi-Ma would probably be severely Picky when it comes to ever using his power for anything. So in this case, you were probably created as some sort of failsafe/watcher/whatever the fuck for Jinu and his plan with the Saja Boys. You ARE made by him after all, made w his very essence. Why would you Ever fail him or go rogue, right? Lol
Hence, you observe. Not HUNTR/X, not at first. You observe humans first; all the way from how they move to how they speak and even how they breathe, and then you adapt. Using whatever demon magic tomfoolery there is, you manage to get yourself into their personal staff team, probably thanks to some poor guy's soul that you ate tf up so you could gain whatever skills they had that'd qualify. Yk, like Kirby
You get close to Bobby, their manager. And as a result, you also get close the HUNTR/X trio, or at least as close as you can manage for a short amount of time obvi. You learn their likes, dislikes, how they are professionally and how they are personally. And as you do so, you even start to learn about Yourself—things you like, dislike, preferences, how you respond to certain things—even though you're not supposed to be anything else but an observing demon in disguise that serves Gwi-Ma. But the more you 'observe' aka spend time with them, the more you begin to question what the need is to terrorise and kill humans, especially this specific lot
Zoey shows you her turtle collection and the notebooks of ideas and pure vibrant creativity. Mira teaches you some of their choreo just for the fun of it, if you wanted to learn, and takes you shopping to the cutest punk fashion stores (girlie the plug frfr), and Rumi would want to go out to EAT EAT EAT and bask in the very rare quiet w you, maybe even involving her lightly strumming or fingerpicking her guitar. These girls are so unbelievably welcoming w you and Bobby is so happy asw. I think Bobby gets really happy when he sees his staff and his girls getting along :((( he's like a silly dad or an uncle
But wait. You weren't just sent to observe HUNTR/X though, were you? While yes he can see and hear what his demons can anyway, you were sent to watch the Saja Boys and make sure they're not being fucking incompetent. And yet when Jinu sees you ohhhh man
You feel his presence before you hear him—a discordant chime in the winds, like an old rusted bell.. or a weathered bipa.
"You're getting a bit too comfortable with them, don't you think?"
You scoffed and crossed your arms, pointedly looking at the horizon, "Like you're one to talk. How's seducing Rumi going for you?"
"As planned, obviously," Jinu walks over to stand beside you. "And you? Any developments in your.. friendship approach?"
"Yes, actually. Though it's not like I report to you—I report about you too, don't forget that."
"Right, right. My mistake." He leaned on the metal bar as he watched you quietly, though as he spoke your attention is mildly stolen by a certain blue tiger-demon lightly headbutting your hand, with the magpie fluttering to stand on the railing. "I shouldn't overstep, right? Might make him angrier if I even dared to suggest that his precious servant is deviating."
You felt yourself stiffening at Jinu's words, though your hand went to scritch the tiger's head anyway, "No, Jinu. We shouldn't—we wouldn't want to make him angry over false accusations, would we?"
You see his eyes narrow at the corner of your eye—he caught on to the sudden mirrored circumstances, of course, he wasn't slow in the least. He pushes himself away from the railing and places his hands in his pockets, "Guess not. ..Just be careful of where your loyalties lie."
And he teleports away before you could respond.
"Asshole."
When the Saja Boys start their plan, that's when you start fully going down the descent of an existential crisis. Every time they/random demons attack, even when HUNTR/X doesn't know it, you're there. You're there to watch and observe, to see if everything's going to plan or it's all going to shit. But you can't interfere, not without Gwi-Ma's permission—just watch and consume souls. But as you're watching it's like. What the fuck. What the hell. Why is this necessary dude
It's the train scene when it all comes ahead and very much apart, where you're inside the train and very much aware of what's going on, and you hear Gwi-Ma in your head, pleased at how the trio is falling fucking apart bc of Rumi's secret
You heard singing from inside the train, singing that went on as perfect as usual.. until Rumi.
You heard hesitation. You heard the shame. And the worst part of it?
You could feel Gwi-Ma within you watching, anticipating.
...
One moment you were inside the train, the next?
You were right in front of the ogre, with Rumi pushed away from your proximity. Your hands, once human, had changed its form to the claws Gwi-Ma blessed—no, cursed—you with as you held back the giant club with a demonic growl. You bore your teeth, and your patterns blazed as bright as your eyes; the colour couldn't belong to anyone else by the one who made you.
Even the hulking demon had to take pause at the sight of you, at the sheer presence of Gwi-Ma on your person, and the trio could actually see something like genuine fear in its eyes.
"You..."
You could hear Rumi's shattered confidence in her voice, and you dare not look back in case you see the three of them look at you as anything but a monster. You don't know if you could take it, take feeling like you were wrong.
So instead, you barked out, the demonic cadence layering on top of your voice—a voice he even doctored to make you more trustworthy, "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! THE PASSENGERS!"
And you push against the ogre before forcing a teleport to the demon realm on the both of you, the scream leaving your lips gutteral and inhuman.
Gwi-Ma is worse than unimpressed. Furious, actually! Congratulations, you pissed off a Demon King! And you still see the souls drawn right into his fire, which would've looked beautiful, if it weren't for the implications of the sight—they couldn't kill of the demons on time. His mark on Rumi's breaking down their entire dynamic and Rumi herself, and the amount of people he's killed and consumed was staggering
His fire's looming at you, fed and absolutely enraged at how his own fucking creation went AGAINST him. He was lenient with his treatment on you, biding his time and leaving you to do your thing because he was expecting you to act upon his will perfectly, NOT grow attached to the people he wanted GONE. Jinu is one thing—someone self-serving, even if the look he casts on you at the top of the shrine with his pets looks like it belongs to someone who's anything but self-serving—but you were made of his very self. His essence. And if you weren't going to make yourself useful? He'll unmake you as easily as he made you
Skip to the near end, when the Saja Boys perform Your Idol and everyone's brainwashed into sacrificing themselves to Gwi-Ma before Rumi interrupts it all. By now, you're probably most likely fused back into Gwi-Ma, seeing as how you're useless sentient when you're not going to serve him. But the remaining consciousness of you can hear Rumi sing.. then Zoey, and then Mira. And Jinu not only hears them too, but he feels that lingering something from within Gwi-Ma himself
When he sacrifices himself, he gives half of his soul to Rumi. The other half? To the person who never got the chance to have a soul of their own—you. Because at least he knows you can put your loyalties on the trio where he couldn't. You're the one who grew much closer to the three of them, it's only right
Deapite your body still originally designed by Gwi-Ma, you've made it your own. With your sentience and with Jinu's soul, you successfully help HUNTR/X and you get to witness the new iridescent Honmoon that only they could make—it's so much more beautiful than the streaking soul retrieval you saw just before your 'death'
You disappeared after that day. For a little while, anyway.
Your sustenance came in the form of mostly people who weren't going to be missed, namely criminals, or people who much preferred death to whatever fate they had—an ugly thing, but half of you still lived because of Gwi-Ma's essence, even if Jinu's soul had minimised the need to feed enough that you can sustain yourself temporarily via human foods.
But eventually you were found anyway. You were leaning on the railing that Jinu had contronted you at, his friends sticking close to you, when you hear three sets of footsteps from behind you.
"Ahh, guess I've been found," you turned around to look at them, your expression softer than it's ever been this whole time—you felt much more free, and judging from the way the trio had stuck to each other stronger than ever, judging from the way Rumi had opted for a simple short-sleeved shirt that showed her markings, iridescent as the new Honmoon? You figured they felt free too.
You raised your hands slowly in surrender, though you made no other move, "If you're here to kill me off, I-- oomph!"
You don't even manage to finish your sentence before you feel Zoey immediately on you, practically glomping with you with her short frame, and you feel your shoulder getting wet. You look back up at the other two, and even they're making their way over with teary looks and quivering lips before immediately joining in the pile.
"Are you-- what-- why are you three crying? I--" Your eyes start to sting, and your arms hesitantly wrap around the three of them, as if scared that one wrong move could make this moment dissipate. "Why--"
A large sniffle from Zoey as she buried her face even deeper into your neck, "We looked EVERYWHERE for you! After we sealed the demon realm away, we-- we couldn't find you and-- and--"
"We thought you got sealed off too," Mira piped in, her voice noticeably much raspier and thicker than usual, "but we looked everywhere. Even had Bobby use whatever contacts he had 'cuz he was looking for you too."
"You're not.. mad? You're not gonna kill me?"
You feel claws digging into you—Rumi's, still uncontrolled, you realise—at the question, "No. Are we mad? Sure, for not telling us and disappearing at the worst time possible, but I know what it's like to-- to hide. We just.. missed our friend."
Friend.
Because that's what you are. Not a demon, not Gwi-Ma's creation. A friend.
You felt yourself crumple in the pile, and the others followed suit as all four of you end up crying on the ground. The only spectators are the magpie and the tiger.
i need you all to understand that these are not interchangeable. You can use this as a starting point but you have to know what each of these means and can't just use this chart to swap words around.
its years after nevermore where enid and ajax got married and had a kid. Wednesday and enid attend a reunion and meet again for the first time in years. Wednesday and Enid's daughter got along well. Enid kills ajax for trying to kill their kid. i cant remember the title but the stories goes like that.
"...Timmy...?"
Dick hasn't called him that since before Bruce disappeared, but it's the only thing he can say as he stares at his brother's broken, bleeding body.
Tim, Timmy, his little brother in all but blood, bleeding from his ears and eyes and nose, burned so severely his skin is peeling off, actually turns to look at him.
Freezes.
"Shit. No one's supposed to see this." Tim says, and Dick lurches forward to do...something. He doesn't know what, for all his first-aid training doesn't know how he can help when there's this much damage, but he has to do something.
But Tim disappears, like he was never there.
Or; On a ghosts death day, they gain the appearance they had at death. This includes the injuries.
Danny spends his death day very far away from home, since it actually makes his human form look like he got electrocuted to death by untold voltage and mass dosages of radiation, and he really doesn't want his mom and dad to see that, even if they're cool with the half-ghost thing.
Problem; apparently he's a dead ringer for someone Nightwing knows, and he just mentally scarred Valerie's favorite hero.
Fuck.
I see the vision but I also see the vision of Death Days being so much that Danny just isn’t aware of anything around him.
That is why he had left Amity, his family, his friends, and everything in between so he could safely go through his Death Day in peace. Danny had it all figured it out even!
He had scouted out this specific place here in New Jersey, in the darkest parts of Gotham, where barely anyone even went into anymore even in its decrypt state of potential!
Danny had made space for himself, carefully nesting out an area to comfortably die in, and waited.
He felt his body arch sharply, throat closing up on a scream as a burning struck itself through bone and flesh. He felt his blood boiling, felt his muscles jump and jerk, felt blood vessels pop until all he could taste is blood in his mouth and down his throat, drowned in blood through his nose, and went blind by the blood in his eyes.
His mind faltered in the throes of that pain, and he allowed himself to retreat into himself as his body began to break.
It isn’t Danny’s fault he was walked into!
He had accounted for everything!
He had even made sure to carefully board up his little space too (paranoia and the need to comfort himself through his death assuring that he was well hidden and protected in his most vulnerable state), so it isn’t really Danny’s fault that Nightwing crashed straight into the hallway of the building and floor of where Danny was staying.
It also wasn’t his fault that he had heard Danny’s gurgles and dying whines, nor was it Danny’s fault that apparently he looked horrifically similar to someone the guy knew.
But as Danny was very dead to the world as he was going through his aptly named Death Day, he was not aware of Nightwing keening in distress, dropping next to him and calling for attention from his fellow vigilantes within Gotham. Nor was he aware when Nightwing gently assured him that help was on the way, nor that he was being carefully transferred out from his little space towards the Batcave.
Tim Drake, also known as Red Robin, was somewhere in Europe, assisting an acquaintance he had made during his time traveling across countries, unaware of the chaos occurring back home. He was after all a little too preoccupied setting things on fire and disappearing into the darkness with dramatic flares of his cape.
But we can say that Jack and Maddie, in their many experiments with making a portal to the Ghost Zone, the place between dimensions, had at least one incident where they randomly got a perfectly human baby they named Danny.
And that it was Tim from another universe.
So when the bats run Danny's DNA, it's mostly corrupted due to Ecto, which is so pure it's being read as Lazarus Water, but there's also enough left to match him to Tim Drake. :)
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Damian, who doesn't like Drake but is well past wanting him dead, is furious. Whatever his grandfather did, whatever Drake did to his grandfather to earn his ire, this is too far.
He's spilling every single secret he can remember, every single location he can recall, every single trick in the books.
He agrees with Father's conclusion that his grandfather is involved; Drake's blood is a mix of mostly red, streaked with green. The more time passes, the more green there is.
Every time he sees Drake, it fuels his need to make his grandfather pay.
No one deserves this.
When he's not telling Father all that he can remember, he's sitting next to Dick, refusing any and all efforts to corral him upstairs.
He is Damian Wayne, son of Talia al Ghul and grandson of Ra's al Ghul, raised as an assassin from birth and with an impressive kill count of his own.
He will not shy away from death. He will do the duty Father refuses to and stand vigil.
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Dick keeps sitting next to Tim, trying to keep him clean and comfortable, but that's hard when his skin starts sloughing off from the severe burns.
Timmy's blood vessels won't stop rupturing, and he's gone through multiple blood transfusions. Leslie said it was like he was being electrocuted in slow motion, but it feels a lot more like he's just...rotting away.
Dick goes to pet at Tim's hair again, as gently as he can, only for a portion of skin to peel back with the hair at the slight pressure.
The noise Dick lets out isn't human, and Leslie is quick to block the sight from his eyes.
When she moves away, there's a bandage resting lightly on Tim's forehead, hiding the new wound.
He doesn't know why Ra's locked Tim in that room. Doesn't know if he'll ever get the image of Tim writhing on the ground as burns started appearing from nowhere, and his blood poured out of his face (he knows he won't).
The most he can do is be there, because he doesn't know when Tim's last moment will be, and according to Leslie, it's coming.
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Bruce is a whole different level of traumatized.
He's watched all his kids die. He's watched them come back in one way or another.
But this? This slow, painful decline? The knowledge that his son is still alive but slipping through his fingers and he can't do anything about it?
No.
He refuses.
He's not spending time with Tim beyond checking in on him every four hours, because once he finds a way to cure this, and he will, he can spend as much time with him as he wants.
Leslie is wrong. Tim will not die.
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Duke has been trying to get ahold of Young Justice. Any of them, at all.
But he's not having any luck.
He's two steps away from stealing the jet and going to Cissie King-Jones, stardom be damned, because he knows the kind of weird shit Young Justice got up to from his interactions with Tim, and they will never forgive any of the Bats if they weren't made aware that Tim was...that Tim was dying.
He needs to let them know, because it doesn't look like anyone else will.
It's what Tim would want.
Okay, also Duke knows Tim has a boyfriend but he can't crack any of Tim's security, and he can't remember said boyfriends name, so he really, really needs Young Justice to respond to him so they can tell him that.
He'd ask someone in the family, but this isn't really a good time and he doesn't feel like poking an already pissed off bear.
He'll figure it out on his own.
Totally.
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Cass can't stay in the Batcave.
Tim is too still; the others keep saying he's alive, but from what she can see he is not even present enough to dream.
He is already dead. His body just doesn't know that yet.
She cannot watch her brother's body decay while it still has a pulse. It's worse than her first kill, and she won't subject herself to that. It's what Tim would have wanted.
Instead, she occupies her time following Bruce's orders and taking out base after base of assassins.
She doesn't think she will find a cure, like Bruce is hoping, but hitting back the people who killed her brother gives her a visceral pleasure.
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Jason was just starting to be on semi-good terms with Tim. Sure, things weren't great, but at the end of the day he'd come to see Tim as his little brother.
Definitely not as close as Dick or Cass were to the kid, but close enough that he suited up and left with Cass without a word when he saw Tim...dying.
Decaying in real time.
Cass might not kill, but Jason has no qualms about regressing just a little bit.
He's going to make Ra's hurt so bad he'll wish he was dying slow and rotting like Tim.
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Alfred...can't do this anymore.
It was bad enough when Master Tim had the Clench, but at least then there was some real hope that Master Bruce would find a cure.
Bruce always looks a certain way when he's onto something, when he knows without a shadow of a doubt that he will not fail. That Bruce is very different from the Bruce sitting in front of the computer, eyes bloodshot and hair a wreck as he runs test after test.
Alfred has no illusions.
Master Tim is going to die this time, and there's not going to be a last minute save.
The most he can do is make himself help Dick treat Tim, help keep the lad as comfortable as he can.
The dust can gather upstairs. Alfred can order takeout on that damnable DoorDash. But Alfred refuses to be separated from Timothy any longer than he has to.
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Leslie, when she got the frantic call at 4 in the morning, had known it was going to be bad.
She hadn't known it was going to be this bad.
She didn't bother telling them to take Tim to the hospital.
In her kit, the one she always carries for cases like this, she has a series of pamphlets she makes sure are up to date. She had always hoped she would never, ever need to use them.
After looking over Tim, she had taken a few breaths. Braced herself.
Pulled them out.
Pamphlets for the best Hospice cares she knew.
She didn't take it personally when Bruce slapped them out of her hand. Didn't listen to him when he told her to leave.
Instead, she made herself at home, taking on the majority of the dirtiest work in keeping Tim as stable and alive for as long as she could.
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Tim is in Budapest, with the entirety of Young Justice (sans Cissie and Anita because they had previous obligations and wouldn't listen to him when he begged) and also Steph, currently dismantling an underground smuggling ring that they just found out is also a doomsday cult.
Because why not.
He's not talking to the Bats, because fuck them they all went out for ice cream and didn't invite him. They also didn't invite Steph, which was what led to her telling him about her smuggling ring she was looking into.
So everyone went for ice cream but didn't invite him or Steph.
And like, he knows it's because they didn't realize that he was awake, but still.
They could have at least tried to wake him up.
It was an asshole move, and Tim is justified in not talking to them.
Bart agrees, naturally. Kon isn't completely on board, but relented when Tim showed him the emergency beacon he'd taken with him, so not telling Bruce where he was going was covered cuz all he had to do was push the button.
Tim's pretty sure they can wrap everything up in a week anyways.
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A week later, Bruce hears the many, many monitors they have on Tim start beeping.
One, after the other, after the other.
Then, finally, the long, continuous wail of the heart monitor. It's quickly followed by a wretched scream from Dick, petering off into sobs.
He failed.
He didn't make it.
Tim is dead, and he didn't spend any time, at all, with his dying son.
Damian is whispering hoarsely in Arabic, a prayer that Bruce knows but cannot think of the name over the roaring in his ears.
He turns, looking at the wreck Ra's made of his son, the remains...that are glowing.
They are glowing.
The wounds recede, the blood disappears, the monitors, one by one, go silent.
Tim opens his eyes.
"...Uh. I'm...sorry?"
It is this, this stupid apology over something like dying, that finally makes Bruce break down and cry.
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Danny's confused. Danny's so confused.
What is happening?
What is going on?
Why is he being smothered by crying dudes in a high-tech cave?
Why does he feel like he just spent a week in a five-star spa?
Why is there a teleporter in the cave?
Why is Red Robin walking out of the teleporter tube?
Danny stares in an odd, mystified horror as Red Robin removes his mask...and his own face stares back at him.
For lack of anything to say to his apparently twin or clone or whatever, Danny defaults to motioning helplessly at everyone in varying states of mourning around him.
"I think I fucked up," is all he can offer.
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"Have we discovered what we did to anger the Detective this time?" Ra's sighed, dropping the report of the most recently destroyed bases in favor of massaging his temples to ward off an incoming migraine.
"Black Bat and Red Hood appear to be operating under the assumption that you have poisoned the Drake boy, and act under my Beloved's blessings."
"...But we haven't. Well, I haven't. Talia, did you poison-?"
"-No. No, I have not."
"Huh. Well, the Young Detective will survive, as he always does."
"I will go tell him that this is not an action that the League-"
"-No. He destroyed my bases, I, as the youth say, do not owe him shit. Let him find out on his own that he targets the wrong foe."
Pt2Danny Accidentally becomes the Ghost king, the president and the biggest threat to Bruce's social status.
Pt 1 link:
Pt 1 Danny becomes the Ghost king
"Fenton's were never allowed to have a "normal" life, we are either extremely successful or extremely uns
Part 2 Danny becomes the president.
Amity Parkers are the most adaptable people in the world. They're barely fazed by anything.
If you throw them into a situation that they are very unfamiliar with, it'll only take them five minutes to adjust before they start planning on how to live with this situation.
The Amity Parker mindset is: "Oh, I guess this is happening now."
So when the ghosts start attacking? The Amity Parkers immediately look for ways to avoid and protect themselves from the ghosts, not even questioning why ghosts are real. The only thing they think about is, "Damn, there's a ghost. I hope it doesn't attack the theater; I really want to see that movie."
When Phantom had his debut as a hero? The Amity Parkers started looking for ways to help, ways to keep out of his way (some to try and keep him away). The thought running through their minds was, "So this one is trying to protect us? Guess we have a hero now."
Amity Parkers don't spend their time getting mad at the sudden change of routine, the sudden loss of normalcy, or the broken buildings. Amity Parkers don't ask why and how ghosts are real, don't question if all ghosts are evil or if there are some good ghosts, and don't even think of how to get rid of them completely (they're part of the community now). They only look for ways to keep themselves from getting overshadowed. They definitely don't spend time thinking if the ghosts could bring more danger in the future or looking for more information for possible contingency plans. They aren't Batman; they believe that if the present is good, then the future will be better.
Point is, Amity Parkers are resilient and adaptable. They will take everything in stride and focus on the present. So what if some ghosts attack and block the street? They need to get to work, so they'll just drive around it.
After the whole Pariah Dark thing, they become liminal, gaining some form of super strength and glowing eyes (symptoms vary based on how strong the radiation on a person is). A normal human would think, "OH MY GOD, I'M DYING!" The Amity Parkers went, "Oh, cool, this is cool, but now I'm having a problem with opening doors without breaking the knob. Maybe the Fentons could do something about it, make stronger knobs or something."
When some babies started gaining some inhuman features? Some start floating? (Sharper ears, fangs. Babies adapt to things faster, so they get more ecto radiation.) The Amity parents went, "Is there a way to keep my child on the ground without leashing them like a dog?" Then proceeded to make a help blog for other Amity parents dealing with the same things.
So when the ghosts start becoming more of the community rather than enemies, the Amity Parkers just shrugged and asked for a book of ghost customs so they don't accidentally offend them.
When the Fentons started making ghost and human-safe items, no one even questioned why Danny had so much money and was funding his parents' research.
When Danny's name was almost (if not) in everything and he seemed to own most of the town, no one questioned it.
But everything changed when the GIW came again. Even the Amity Parkers weren't expecting this change.
The GIW waltzed in, claiming the liminal town was theirs to play with and started attacking everyone, including the Amity Parkers. The Amity Parkers went full defense mode, protecting the ghosts that were now their friends/neighbors/lovers, making sure that nothing would harm them.
They learned that it was Vlad who called on the GIW. He was pissed and petty that the crown was taken from him and decided to report his liminal town, pretending to be a "concerned mayor" who "wants his people to be healed."
The Amity Parkers were mad... they were furious.
And in the moment they saw Phantom fall to the ground, unconscious, and watched him de-transform from the hero King Phantom to the kid that owns and funds the most helpful companies in town, something changed. Something in the Amity Parkers changed.
Keep in mind that Amity Parkers don't change; they remain the same as they adapt to whatever change the world throws at them.
NEVER ONCE HAD THE AMITY PARKERS DECIDED TO MAKE A CHANGE THEMSELVES.
The first thing they changed? Their mentality. NEVER AGAIN WERE THEY GOING TO LET OUTSIDE FACTORS CHANGE THEIR LIVES. THIS IS THEIR TOWN AND IT WILL STAY THAT WAY.
God help the GIW for being their first victims.
An angry town of liminals, ghosts, and borderline gods, who have access to the Fentons' very destructive and effective technology.
Vs.
The regular GIW humans with anti-ghost tech they stole from the Fentons and nothing against liminals.
The battle was a swift victory, destroying not only the GIW in town but also all of its branches (and Vlad) with almost no traces of them even existing in the first place.
The change didn't stop there, however.
The Amity Parkers banded together with Team Phantom and the Fentons (minus Danny, as he is healing and shouldn't know about their plans; the hero should rest) and took out some of that ghost king money that Danny's trying to get rid of. They crashed the UN meeting while kidnapping the president of America.
The Amity Parkers have decided that Amity Park is theirs; it belongs to the people and its heroes. But how is it supposed to be truly theirs if they have to follow the rules of the country that funded the GIW?
A couple of death threats, bribing, more death threats and more money bribing to make sure the anti ecto acts are gone and the League of Bitches (Phantom called the JL that, and the Amity Parkers decided it was true) doesn't know about it, and a couple of hours in the nightmare realm (courtesy of Fright Knight, who happily participated when he found out what happened), and Amity Park was now its own independent country.
They decided that Tucker was to be a main part of security, letting him put up another firewall like the GIW did to make sure no one knows about their country. They don't want the League of Bitches or any outsider in the King's Haunt. It's theirs now; it belongs to the Ghost King of Amity Park, outsiders be gone.
And when it came to deciding who would be leader? There was no hesitation as they wrote down:
Daniel "Danny Phantom" Fenton, King of the Infinite Realms, King and President of Amity Park.
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A couple of years later, Batman, finding hints of a "Lazarus pit" in Illinois, send Flash to look around for anything suspicious. Flash, hyper focused on following his gps, hits a wall, literally faceplants into it.He double checks his map, the wall wasn't supposed to be there. He goes around it, there no way in, no way out. He goes back to batman and reports.
Tsuna and Danny know each other because of a Pen Pal thing they had going on in school and when it was announced that it would end soon, they exchanged emails to keep in contact.
Tsuna hasn’t told Danny about the mafia.
Danny hasn’t told Tsuna about the ghosts.
Fast forward a year later, Tsuna gets shipped off to Amity Park. Where a bigger target is placed on him. The ghosts call his Flames the “Flames of Life” as it is a physical thing to humans will - or regret - to stay alive.
Ghost hunting got even more crazy when Tsuna is thrown into the mix.
its one where danny is a doctor or a paramedic, where shit went down in gotham and danny doing some recon by subtly using his powers and when the ambulance run out of room, Danny had to carry one of them and power through just to get to the hospital.
Misunderstood the post and thought this was a clown car ambulance situation.
Imagine being this hospital asking Danny how many patients he brought and Danny is just like "yes" as a steady stream of severely injured people are wheeled into the building.
I don't know if it would be better for Danny to play dumb in a situation like that or just let them label him a meta.
its one where danny is a doctor or a paramedic, where shit went down in gotham and danny doing some recon by subtly using his powers and when the ambulance run out of room, Danny had to carry one of them and power through just to get to the hospital.
Edit: SOMEONE FOUND IT AND IT UPDATED ALOT SINCE I FIRST READ IT! thank you @idontcaboose for finding it for me!
link to the fic: https://www.tumblr.com/dannyphantom-zero/740694491208548352/doctor-danny-first-official-chapter?source=share
Tim takes a prank too far.
This is, of course, relatively normal for him to not know when it is normal to stop playing along.
Damian makes yet another quip about Tim not being good enough or whatever, Tim doesn't really know he wasn't really paying attention, and Tim.
Tim has an epiphany.
A long time ago, back when Young Justice was still relatively new and getting neck-deep in intergalactic and interdimensional trouble, he'd made a friend.
That friend is a little difficult to get ahold of, and he hates the method he has to use to do so, so he doesn't usually reach out.
But he really, really wants to fuck with Damian.
He brings out the mangled, horrible amalgamation of old tech, future tech, and fantasy tech that creates a block that could vaguely be a cell phone (this horrid thing is the bane of his existence and he hates it so fucking much), and makes the call.
"Hey is there anyway you could pretend to kidnap me after a long, boring monologue broadcasted across Gotham? I really need you to state that the reason you're 'getting me out of the way' is because I was the best Robin. No, I'm not Robin anymore. No, I'm...I'm Red Robin now. Stop laughing. What do you mean restaurant chain?! Danny. Danny. Come on, lemme take a week long vacation in the Realms. Please? Sweet, see you soon, just gotta let me pack real quick."
That night, as Red Robin is out on patrol, the sky turns into a sickly green. Purple fog rolls in, disjointed whispers giggle and gossip from mouths unseen, and every single screen in the city of Gotham is forcibly turned on to broadcast the speech of a white haired, fae-looking villain.
He wears a black and white jumpsuit, a Green Lantern Ring that keeps glitching out the camera focus around it, and a crown of ice that moves like fire.
He give a grand speech about how he's going to get back at Robin, for foiling his plans. That Robin was better than his any other who has ever borne the name, and he wanted it to be known to the world that this was an honorable battle he'd had to struggle with. That, regardless of losing the first time, in order to ensure the success of his plans this time he's going to take Robin out of the picture early.
The Bats get prepared to defend Damian with their life, Damian who is strangely flattered; only for the villain to hold up a seemingly unconscious Red Robin and dramatically disappear into a green portal.
The sky goes back to normal, and the fog and whispers go away.
Damian is pissed. Then worried. Then both.
He will rescue the fool and prove he is superior.
Meanwhile, Danny and Tim are catching up and vibing as Danny puts the Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire back in their special places. He doesn't need them or anything, they just had that 'villain' vibe he'd needed.
This absolutely means the rest of the team will call Danny for a holiday kidnapping. Excuse them! How dare! WE DESERVE holidays TOO! No, You get your ass over here pronto! Time for a road trip babes!! Woohoo!
Batfam and Justice League? Gearing up for war. The King of where just kidnapped their side kicks?!?!?! JLD call shenanigans. King Phantom doesn't do this shit. He just doesn't. But also, if this is a weird prank? They do NOT want to be on the wrong end of ruining it soo...
Superman was just on his way to get Kon (because he needs info on Young Justice Shenanigans, he saw the broadcast and Bruce hasn't asked yet, but it's better to be ahead of the game) when Danny opened a much more subtle portal to "kidnap" him.
Superman stares at Danny.
Danny stares at Superman.
Kon holds a finger to his lips and shushes Superman.
Danny and Kon slowly slip into the portal.
Clark knows Kon is okay and is absolutely going in out of his own power. He also knows this means that it's probably some sort of weird prank.
Now he's torn.
Does he betray Tim, who has more blackmail on him that Bruce, by telling everyone that it was just a prank? Or does he betray Bruce, who has less blackmail but knows him on a more personal level, by not telling him that it's just a prank. That it's just a bunch of stupid kids getting together to hang out.
He decides...to use Lois.
"Can y'all babysit Jon? For like...how long are you going to be gone?" He rushes out before the portal can close.
"....A week?" The white haired teen ventures, shrugging.
"Yeah, a week. Can you babysit Jon for a week?"
Kon brightens and opens his mouth, only for the 'villain' to slap a hand over it.
"How much are you willing to pay?" Kon's friend asks, eyes narrowed.
Clark uses superspeed to rush back to his clothes and grab his wallet. And Jon. And Jon's things.
Jon is far too bemused to put up a fight as he's tossed like a bag of potatoes over Clark's shoulder.
"I've got twenty bucks in cash, a coupon for a free pizza, and uh...twwwwo? Favors?"
Kon slips the hand away from his mouth.
"Three favors."
"Twenty bucks, a coupon for free pizza, and three favors."
"Done. Jon, you get to play with real life pirates that won't break when you punch them."
Jon leaps off of Clark's shoulder and barrels into Kon and Kon's friend. The portal closes behind them, cutting off Jon's excited chattering.
Clark takes out his phone and shoots a text to Lois, asking if she wouldn't mind a second week-long honeymoon, that he's already arranged for a week-long babysitter for Jon, before texting Bruce and telling him that on Lois' order he'll be unreachable for a week.
Jon is going to have so much fun? He gets to hang out with Kon, and his team?! In a different dimension!? With beings who can take it when he fights properly? Heck yes! Best week ever!?!
Danny is having a great time just chilling with his friends. He gets to show off his siblings, show people around the Realms, he even got paid to babysit! Sure he's pretty sure Tim didn't think this through. But, it's going to be hilarious! He can't wait for the fallout to hit!
Lois and Clark are having a lovely stress free week. Lois laughs till she cries about why they get a second honeymoon. Clark is too scared of Red Robin to stick around and break the prank to Bruce! Funny man. Did you actually pay the 'villain' properly for looking after Jon? Three favours? Acceptable I suppose.
Tim takes a prank too far.
This is, of course, relatively normal for him to not know when it is normal to stop playing along.
Damian makes yet another quip about Tim not being good enough or whatever, Tim doesn't really know he wasn't really paying attention, and Tim.
Tim has an epiphany.
A long time ago, back when Young Justice was still relatively new and getting neck-deep in intergalactic and interdimensional trouble, he'd made a friend.
That friend is a little difficult to get ahold of, and he hates the method he has to use to do so, so he doesn't usually reach out.
But he really, really wants to fuck with Damian.
He brings out the mangled, horrible amalgamation of old tech, future tech, and fantasy tech that creates a block that could vaguely be a cell phone (this horrid thing is the bane of his existence and he hates it so fucking much), and makes the call.
"Hey is there anyway you could pretend to kidnap me after a long, boring monologue broadcasted across Gotham? I really need you to state that the reason you're 'getting me out of the way' is because I was the best Robin. No, I'm not Robin anymore. No, I'm...I'm Red Robin now. Stop laughing. What do you mean restaurant chain?! Danny. Danny. Come on, lemme take a week long vacation in the Realms. Please? Sweet, see you soon, just gotta let me pack real quick."
That night, as Red Robin is out on patrol, the sky turns into a sickly green. Purple fog rolls in, disjointed whispers giggle and gossip from mouths unseen, and every single screen in the city of Gotham is forcibly turned on to broadcast the speech of a white haired, fae-looking villain.
He wears a black and white jumpsuit, a Green Lantern Ring that keeps glitching out the camera focus around it, and a crown of ice that moves like fire.
He give a grand speech about how he's going to get back at Robin, for foiling his plans. That Robin was better than his any other who has ever borne the name, and he wanted it to be known to the world that this was an honorable battle he'd had to struggle with. That, regardless of losing the first time, in order to ensure the success of his plans this time he's going to take Robin out of the picture early.
The Bats get prepared to defend Damian with their life, Damian who is strangely flattered; only for the villain to hold up a seemingly unconscious Red Robin and dramatically disappear into a green portal.
The sky goes back to normal, and the fog and whispers go away.
Damian is pissed. Then worried. Then both.
He will rescue the fool and prove he is superior.
Meanwhile, Danny and Tim are catching up and vibing as Danny puts the Ring of Rage and Crown of Fire back in their special places. He doesn't need them or anything, they just had that 'villain' vibe he'd needed.
Danny couldn't tell you what he expected, but it most definitely wasn't this.
Time and Space were weird in the Infinite Realms, both bending to the will of their masters and no one all at once. They didn't follow a line or a path. Time and Space did as they wanted. Fitting, considering who their masters are.
The first time Danny was ten years old, his Grandfather killed him. He remembers that, in an effort to save him, his mother submerged his body in the Lazarus Pits he and his brother had been warned about ever going near.
As it was explained to him, the Infinite Realms has a base level of sentience at the very least. She allows herself to peak into the worlds She cradles to keep an eye on them. She found Danny when his mother had lowered him into the water and She claimed him as Her own. She bent Time to Her will, making Danny a toddler again, before bending Space to drop him in the world that would most allow him to grow. She promised that She would come back for him when the time was right.
The first time Danny was fourteen, after the second time he had been ten, he died. The parents he had learned to accept as his own tried to open an unnatural gateway into the Infinite Realms. He was the one to turn it on. The electricity of the mortal world killed him, but the energy from the Infinite Realms revived him.
He remembers the whispers barely heard under his own screams. Whispers and imprints of "I'm sorry" and "I do not mean to hurt you" and "You will only grow stronger" and "Welcome back, my champion".
Danny can count on one hand the number of times he's felt safe between the first time he was six and the first time his was fourteen. He can tell you the names of exactly two places he has never felt the need to hide from.
The day Danny turned fifteen for the first time, he told his parents what happened to him. He knew, instinctually, that they would not understand, that they are researchers before they are parents. But he held onto the hope that had been trained out of him when he was first four years old. He had hoped that they would go against all odds and accept and help him.
He shut down the portal the very next day. He destroyed it and all of his parents' lives work. He would not stand by and let them hurt his people when he could not be there to interfere. He escaped back into the embrace of the Infinite Realms through Vlad's portal, giving him the Order to destroy it. The only way for the citizens of the Realms to enter the mortal worlds was to use natural portals, as unstable and unpredictable as they are. He would not risk them again.
He finds himself wandering listlessly, letting the Realms take him where She wants him to go. Sometimes She takes him to places that are completely empty, places where he can mourn what he lost without anyone finding him. Sometimes She takes him to his mentors and friends. Sometimes She takes him where he needs to be.
Danny finds the boy just as the natural portal closes behind him, the sickly green and black oozing like a festering wound.
The boy looks similar to Danny. His hair is spiked, his clothing dulled shades of a hero's costume under a black cloak, a mask covering his eyes, his body being more filled out to match his age. But Danny, on every level of understanding that he is and ever will be capable of, knows that this is his brother.
"Damian?" he whispers. The Realms push him forward. "Damian!"
Danny cradles the body of his brother, slowly sinking to the ground the Realms produce for him to land on. He carefully peels the mask from his face and lays it beside the katana on the ground.
As expected of anyone who finds their way into the Infinite Realms without proper protections, Damian has no pulse. He is not breathing. He is cold. The wound under his sternum is not bleeding.
Part 1
Danny brushed his thumbs under Damian's eyes, his hands on his cheeks. "What did they do to you, ahki?"
Despite having no mortal ability to do so, Damian's eyes opened. He started ahead, blinking when his green eyes met Danny's. "Danyal?"
Tears fell from his eyes as he nodded. "Hi, Damian. You're here early."
Tears fell from Damian's eyes as well. He knew where he was. There was only one explanation. He couldn't feel himself breathing, nor could he hear his heart beat or his blood flow. There was no pain from where his mother had run him through.
"She killed me!" Damian cried into his brother's shoulder.
Danny held him tighter. "I'm so sorry," No one should ever have to go like that.
"Father couldn't save me."
"It's okay."
"Dick and Tim and Jason and Cass-!"
"Shh, ahki. You will see them again. I'll make sure of it."
The brothers held each other as they cried. The Realms wrapped Herself around the boys, comforting them as she could. Her champion and his brother, both children She had claimed and would protect.
Here's the second chapter of New Sibling Just Dropped! The inspiration train is still on track, and I've been having a lot of fun writing this. So far, my goal has been to post one chapter after I've written the one after it. I hope my motivation sticks around long enough for me to get all my thoughts typed out! Enjoy!
@flamingpudding here is your best friend mandated update tag! Love ya~
“For interrogation,” his children had said as they diligently separated their hostage and Robin from being near each other. His youngest was absolutely seething, and rightfully so. He’d been cloned several times by his mother, each one of them out for Damian’s head. His children had been right about this one though, he was different in a very strange way. He hadn’t put up much of a fight at all, and in fact had been quite obedient thus far. He seemed very confused and lost in thought. It was suspicious. He couldn’t let his guard down.
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Bruce had been suspicious when Nightwing and Red Robin dragged a blindfolded child on board. He’d been blindfolded and maneuvered into a seat, but hadn’t struggled at all.
When they entered the cave they immediately restrained the child in their little interrogation room. It wasn’t ideal that he was there at all, but they’d get way faster results from the DNA they’d swiped from him on their way there on the Batcomputer than anywhere else. And if he was a clone of Damian, they didn’t want anyone seeing his face. He had Tim get to work running the sample while he grabbed the folder with everything he knew about the League’s clones so far. He could have taken a tablet in with all the digital files, but it was never quite as intimidating as slamming a folder around.
When Bruce entered he zeroed in on the kid’s body language. He was tense and restless, but not in any way that indicated he was likely to attempt an attack. His gaze wandered and frequently settled back on Bruce. He certainly didn’t act like a trained assassin. He started by asking a few questions like his age and name. When he answered his age it wasn’t with any certainty, and he’d either picked a new name for himself or was really good at lying. It was also possible, of course, that he’d been a failed clone experiment. It would explain why the League was so willing to throw him into the fight and then lose track of him afterward.
“Why are you different from the other clones?” he asked bluntly, watching the child’s reaction. He didn’t falter at all when he responded that he wasn’t a clone. Bruce slammed the folder shut and watched the boy startle and tense like he would have to defend himself before leaving the room. The results should be in by now.
“Red Robin, what have we got on the DNA results?”
Tim stared at the screen with wide eyes as he typed something in. He looked to Bruce then back to the screen.
“Uh, I’m going to run the test again just to be sure, but you should sit down B.”
Bruce ignored him. He needed answers now, and while the Batcomputer worked fast, he didn’t want to wait for the test to run again. He had a family to protect. He peered at the screen over Tim’s shoulder and had to grab his shoulder to steady himself. He could see now why Tim insisted on running the test again.
“B? You okay?”
The others started to gather around him to see what was going on. Cass had brought up a hand to cover her mouth in a show of shock. Dick gripped Bruce’s shoulder in comfort and to steady himself. Tim was still gaping, looking back and forth between the screen and his family. Steph bit back a laugh, though whether it was from shock or just because of how absurd it was, no one could tell. And Damian, for the first time, looked genuinely stunned speechless by the words on the screen.
Familial Match Found
Damian Wayne- 99.7%
Relationship: Twin
Bruce Wayne- 48.3%
Relationship: Father
Run again? Y/N
“Damian, you have a twin?” Tim asked incredulously, turning his stare to the youngest.
“I… mother only ever implied– she never said it directly and didn’t bring it up often…”
“Damian, you knew you had a twin?” Bruce asked, his voice shaking with the unmistakable quiver of pain.
“No! I only had the vague impression that there had been another child. It always sounded as though they died. Mother never even mentioned a name!” the boy seethed.
“Run it again,” Bruce demanded.
Tim didn’t need to be asked twice. He was going to run it again anyway. It was just too scary to imagine. Another Damian running around terrorizing the public? One was more than enough! And not to mention the pain that had to put Bruce in; knowing that Talia had hid not one, but two children from him and those kids didn’t even know each other. Would Damian get even more stabby now that he thought he had competition for Robin? Would he get violent over not being the only blood son anymore? Tim didn’t know how they would manage if the two started fighting.
Bruce swept back into the room where Danny was waiting. His chest was tight, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe, so he whipped his cowl off to take deep breaths and look over Danny properly, like a person instead of a threat. If he hadn’t been reeling, he was sure he never would have revealed his face, there was still so much they didn’t know about him.
He really did look so much like Damian that you could mistake him for a clone. Except, now that he was really looking, Danny was a bit paler than Damian. His complexion was a little closer to his own than that of Damian and Talia. Their face structures were the same, as well as their build and stature. But where Damian’s eyes were green like Talia’s, Danny’s were a bright, baby blue, like his. How had he missed that? They didn’t even have the same eye color! How could they have mistaken him for a clone? Had Tim noticed? Was that why they brought him back with them?
“Hey, are you okay?” Danny asked him. He looked genuinely concerned over someone who had essentially kidnapped him. He obviously hadn’t been raised the same way Damian had. If he and his brother hadn’t grown up together, then where had Danny been this whole time? And why did he suddenly show up in the League of Assassins’ base?
“I have so many questions,” Bruce found himself saying out loud.
“Dude, same,” Danny replied, “like why did you think I was a clone? Did you get those DNA results you were talking about? What did they say?” And why had he taken his mask off? If they were heroes like he suspected, then the man definitely knew the number one rule of ‘don’t reveal your identity to strangers.’
“My apologies– Danny, right?” Danny nodded. The man finally moved his feet to take the seat across from the kid again. The door cracked open again and the kid Danny recognized as Robin shuffled in to stand next to Batman. His fists were clenched and his posture stiff, but he was much better at concealing his emotions than the older man was. He stayed silent for now, just hovering beside the unmasked man.
“Do you know who we are, Danny?” he was asked calmly.
“I heard someone call you Batman, and,” Danny pointed at the one next to him, “you’re Robin, right?”
“Stop playing dumb!” Robin snapped at him, clicking his tongue in displeasure.
“Whoa! There’s no playing involved, I’m just dumb. From the moment I woke up to right now, I haven’t had a single clue what’s going on!” Robin looked at him suspiciously like he didn’t believe him.
“What happened when you ‘woke up,’ please explain.”
“I opened my eyes for the first time in this dimension and suddenly some guy was shoving a knife into my hand and throwing me at the tall one in blue. Nightwing, I think his name was? I literally woke up just standing there and then almost got my head bashed in!”
“Your results suggest that you’re not a clone, but there are holes in your story. Do you not have any memory of what you were doing before you encountered Nightwing?” Batman asked seriously. He seemed to finally be under control of his emotions, and if he hadn’t taken his cowl off, he might have been a bit more intimidating. Robin, on the other hand, looked to be getting more frustrated, like he was expecting Danny to say something else and was angry when he didn’t hear what he had anticipated. Danny clicked his tongue in annoyance, noticing that it sounded almost exactly like when Robin had done it, and glared suspiciously at them. They were trying to get at something but refused to say it.
“What did those test results say?”
Damian finally ripped his mask off his face to scowl at Danny properly. Their faces were practically identical to each other. Danny finally understood at least one thing, and that was why their little clan thought he was a clone.
“Oh, wow, okay,” the halfa muttered under his breath.
“Those test results seem to imply that we are identical twins! Mother made it sound like you were dead. Where was she hiding you all this time? What is your goal in coming here?” Seeing a sneer like that on a face that looked just like his own was a weird experience for Danny. The other boy looked poised for a fight and the halfa was glad that, if he was attacked again, at least he would see it coming this time.
“Cool, cool, cool. Always wanted a stabby sibling.” Dani had been a stabby sibling when he’d met her and she’d ended up being pretty cool. Of course, she’d moved on to do her own thing eventually and he never really saw her after that. She was her own person, it made sense that she didn’t stay glued to him.
Robin snapped and snarled at him, pulling out a knife from somewhere on his person (seriously, that was pretty impressive for a human) and throwing himself across the table. Danny was able to phase out of his restraints and float to the side of the chair since he’d seen the lunge coming. He’d planned on telling them about that anyway, but he was seriously starting to get tired of not being able to explain himself.
“If you guys would just chill for a moment,” he froze Robin’s feet to the floor and Batman’s cape to the chair he was on, “I’d be more than happy to explain myself! I really don’t want to fight anyone if I don’t have to. Please?”
“Guys, he made an ice pun and it was beautiful,” Nightwing whispered in awe. It seemed the door had been swung open and the others that he’d heard milling around before had come in to either stop or join the fight that had been brewing.
Robin looked as though he had no intention of letting it go that easily, but Bruce, whether it was because he was curious or because he couldn’t stop thinking of the floating child as his son, hummed and nodded his head to hear him out. The rest of his brigade followed suit.
“Finally!” he was still in his human form, so it felt a bit weird to tuck his legs up underneath him, crisscrossing in midair. All kinds of thoughts raced through everyone's heads from Lazarus Pit demons to genetically modified test tube baby.
“My name is Danny and I’m something called a halfa. I am NOT a clone, I do NOT have nefarious plans, and I DO NOT know why or where I woke up when you guys nabbed me. Yes, I was sent here from another dimension. No, I don’t know why my DNA results came back as being Robin’s twin.”
“Do you know why you were sent here?” Bruce asked while he processed the information the child had given them freely. He would never in a million years admit it out loud, but he felt bad for the way this had gone down. Danny clearly didn’t seem hostile and had no interest in fighting any of them or refusing to answer their questions. He’d just gotten so worked up over all the clones that had been sent to kill Damian that when they stormed the League of Assassins to deal with them and they found what they thought was a clone acting strangely, his immediate instinct had been to be suspicious and protective.
Danny thought for a moment about how to answer the question. He’d already decided to hold off telling them about the whole Ghost King thing, and he wasn’t really sure how to go about explaining the Lazarus Pit thing without bringing that up. But that wasn’t the only reason why he was there. His cheeks burned at the thought of explaining it out loud, but he’d made his mind up.
“I… do know. But promise not to laugh, okay?” They nodded their heads seriously at him.
“It’s to… it’s so I can try being a kid again.” Danny frowned when Robin scoffed at him. “In the dimension I’m originally from, I had a sister and we pretty much raised ourselves. And when I turned fourteen, I was in a lab accident that biologically changed me and I spent a few years after that dealing with the fallout of an interdimensional portal as my city’s only hero. It was hard. And I was tired from doing everything by myself. By the time everything finally settled down, my sister had already left for college, my parents forgot I was there, and my best friends were graduating high school without me.”
He took a deep breath to keep himself from crying in front of these people he barely knew. He didn’t like crying in general, but at least with Clockwork he knew the ghost understood why he was crying and wouldn’t judge him for it. Nightwing looked to be tearing up on his behalf, though.
“I wouldn’t have been able to accomplish anything I wanted to do in that world. I hadn’t had the time to go to school or develop other skills outside of my hero work. So my mentor from the Infinite Realms offered to drop me into another dimension with the opportunity to try childhood again. And you can tell I’m still a child because I didn’t ask him any questions,” he rolled his eyes, “like what family he was placing me with, where I would wake up, or how old I was going to be.” Danny began laughing at himself, filling the silence while waiting for someone to say something to him.
“So this mentor of yours just dropped you into this world with no one to take care of you? Then why does your DNA flag as this gremlin's twin?” Red Robin asked incredulously.
“Like I said, I don’t know. However, I think I have a theory, but…” he grimaced as he glanced over at the maskless Robin. Knowing Clockwork for so long now gave him an advantage when it came to stuff like this. He had a few theories actually. It was possible that Robin really did have a twin and something happened to him that had allowed Danny to take his place when he was sent here. It was also possible, though way more unlikely in his opinion, that the role of being his twin was created upon his arrival, and the world had retroactively rearranged itself to fit him into it. Something about being an Ancient, Clockwork had said, but Danny was still young for an Ancient so he didn't think it was likely.
“Did you maybe already have a twin? I could be an alternate version of a twin you already had, which would mean…” he trailed off, letting the implication that they were supposed to be the family that took him in hang in the air.
Robin tried to jerk his legs out of the ice, probably not wanting to accept another sibling, let alone one that was supposed to be his twin! But Danny started to speak again.
“But if that doesn’t work for you or you don’t want me around, I can just figure something else out like I always do!”
“Absolutely not!” Batman countered. “You’re twelve and we don’t know anything about your powerset, you are not wandering off on your own!”
“Are you sure? I could just go, like, haunt a park or something,” he asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the door. But it seemed like everyone other than Batman and Robin were vibrating with excitement as they started to shed their masks. And holy crap they all looked alike, their whole group really was a family unit! Nightwing was grinning wide and Red Robin was fiddling with something on his phone. Danny couldn’t have known, but Tim was already drafting up paperwork to make him a legal person in Gotham. There were two whose names he hadn’t caught yet next to them. One of them, a blonde, was holding up her phone to take his picture. He hoped her photo turned out okay with him in it. (Steph was uploading his photo into their group chat with the caption, ‘New brother just dropped,’ for everyone that wasn’t there that night.) The one next to her had dark hair and was quietly chanting, “new brother.”
“You may not originally be from this dimension, but biologically, you’re my son here. I’m not going to make you live at the park.” He moved to get up but was stopped by Danny’s ice. He bashfully muttered an apology before dispersing the ice on both him and Robin.
“You said you were a hero before, so I'm sure I don't have to remind you not to tell anyone our civilian identities, right?”
“Absolutely! My lips are sealed, don’t worry!” Danny confirmed saluting the man before he finally let his feet touch the ground again. He didn't actually know anyone's names yet either, so there was that too. Everyone started to file out of the tiny room; it had felt so cramped in there with all those people blocking the door. A dignified, older gentleman was waiting outside for them with an expectant eyebrow lifted at them. If he thought it was weird that Danny was there, or that he looked almost exactly like one of the others, he was really good at hiding it.
“I’m sure proper introductions can be made after everyone is out of costume and upstairs for the night? I’ve even taken the liberty of preparing cookies and hot chocolate.”
It was like watching a flock of birds scatter with how fast everyone started moving. Some of them even tripped over each other trying to be the first one up for what Danny could only imagine were god tier cookies and hot chocolate, going by their reactions.
“You may call me Alfred,” the man gently greeted him. “What would you like me to call you?”
“You can just call me Danny.”
“Very well, Master Danny. Allow me to fetch you a change of clothes. I’m sure Master Damian has something suitable for you to wear for now.” Alfred motioned for him to follow. Danny assumed that Damian could only be Robin, since he was the only one the same size as him as far as he could tell. He absently wondered if he should prepare himself to eventually get stabbed by his new and unwilling twin brother.
( So I decided 'fuck it' pitch pearl babyyy, I've seen other people do this ship and decided well why the hell not right. Anyways have fun!)
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Phantom and his council were finally in the end processes to a peace treaty with Earth,
As years went on from what was once only the USA with their Ecto-Acts got worse. The GIW began opening in other countries without them truly realizing what they were allowing, until the Infinity Realms were at the point of declaring war on all of Earth itself.
The only reason that managed not to happen was because of Phantom finally being able to contact the Justice League and sit them down to have an actual conversation about everything that was going on.
That's where they were right now the world leaders, the 3 founders of the JL , and High King Phantom with his council arguing back and forth the peace treaty.
Phantom turned as one of the men stood up
" And just how are we supposed to truly trust you and yours to not take over or cause harm to our people?"
Others began chiming in, arguing that there was no true guarantee in what Phantom was saying.
Until a voice towards the back called out an idea
" Marriage! To truly unite our worlds in peace King Phantom must marry one of our own!"
Phantom subtly tensed the idea of a loveless marriage to a complete stranger made his core tremble with rage.
He glanced around seeing the looks of the people around him, he saw their greed for his power and status, their point for the marriage would be to control him or at least give them an advantage.
Phantom tuned out the arguing between the JL and the rest.
Thinking of what to say to get out of this situation without risking the treaty.
Snapping back to attention holding back a sharp smirk.
" Gentlemen if what you fear is the safety of your people then do not fret I have protected and saved your people and world since my creation, as for your request of a marriage to unify our world then I have wonderful news for I am already married to one of your people and even have children with him."
Phantom looked at the shocked faces around him, a couple grimacing or frowning at their missed opportunity to have control and access to him by one of their chosen.
A rather stupid man for what else could he be with what he said next.
" Then divorce him and marry someone that we find more suitable!"
Phantom's form distorted around him as he processed what he had just heard.
" Divorce? You wish for me to Divorce my husband, the one who I cherish above all else, the one I have shared my core the very being of myself with. The one who I gave my very being and soul to create our children. The one who is half my being, the one who if not for him we wouldn't be speaking at this moment because it was only his word that kept me from declaring war on your world."
"Make no mistake I do wish for peace between our worlds, many of my people are from this world and would like to continue to stay or visit especially for their loved ones, and I would like that for them without the danger of being hunted and torn apart."
"For if I wished war your planet would not stand a chance for what is a few million of your soldiers compared to my infinite soldiers that only would continue to grow as yours died."
"For him I fought and won against the previous tyrant King for daring to to cause him pain, the very King who only was defeated previously by the combined efforts of the strongest in the Infinite Realms, The very same King I defeated alone."
"So please do continue talking against my husband."
Well even with all these vigilantes working against the Joker it was getting them nowhere
Always the same game of cat and mouse on repeat for what seemed eternity.
So he chose a different direction
" I sentence you Jack White also known as the Joker to death. May God have mercy on your soul. "
Swinging his gavel down with a resounding bang that seemed to echo in all of Gotham as people everywhere watched from their TV's or listened from their radios.
