#damian and danny are twins

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DP x DC Prompt: The Summer of Two Robins

Set during Battle for the Cowl, this Demon Twins AU follows Danny and Damian finally finding their way back to each other—only to become a problem for everyone around them.

Premise:

When 10-year-old Danny Fenton learns that his twin brother Damian has arrived in Gotham, he immediately contacts him. The two keep in secret communication for months, and when Bruce “dies” (aka gets lost in the time stream), Danny refuses to let Damian face it alone.

Knowing Damian doesn’t feel welcome in the family, Danny makes a plan: convince the Fentons to ghost-hunt in Gotham for the summer.

Cue a very enthusiastic “research paper” proving Gotham is the second most haunted city in the U.S.The Fentons bite.

Now Dick Grayson—already struggling with whether he should become Batman—has to juggle two assassin-trained gremlins with questionable moral codes, two mad scientist ghost hunters, and a 12-year-old Jazz Fenton who is just starting her psychologist obsession. Alfred just keeps sighing deeply, but he’s also delighted to have two more grandchildren to fuss over.

Key Shenanigans:

>Maddie and Jack mistaken for Rogues. The GCPD keeps confusing them for new villains after they’re spotted chasing Red Hood through Crime Alley with Fenton tech.

>Danny dons a spare Robin uniform and joins Damian and Dick on patrol like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

>The twins absolutely hijack the Batmobile and take it for a joyride.

>Danny teaches Damian how to build a blaster out of a toaster with no safety equipment. Dick and Alfred are horrified; everyone else is used to Fenton-style chaos.

>Steph as the vodka auntie. She 100% encourages their nonsense, while secretly taking bets on which twin will cause the next Gotham headline.

Opening Scene Snippet (Optional):

“Hey Danny, check it! This kid looks just like you!”

Danny is very careful not to startle. They’re in the school cafeteria of Casper Elementary, witnesses everywhere. Tucker holds out his phone, showing an article: Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne’s newly introduced son. Dressed to the nines. Standing with perfect military precision. Scowling.

Danny’s heart stutters. He remembers that scowl vividly—two eight-year-olds sparring under their grandfather’s watchful eye. His twin.

Tucker frowns. “You okay, dude?”

Danny forces a smile, slipping too easily into League formality. “The resemblance is decent enough, I suppose, for a celebrity lookalike.”

Tucker squints. “...Celebrity lookalike, right.”

Danny’s smile feels brittle. Inside, his mind is already turning. Damian is in Gotham. Damian is free.

Danny needs to find a way to contact his ahki.

[livinghalfway]

Youngest Child

Imagine while out on patrol Batman gets hit with some kind of spell that will cause his youngest child to have some kind of affliction on them.

Now the whole family is panicking and worried over what is going to happen to Damian. What's confusing though is that nothing happens with Damian, and everyone is now assuming Bruce has another bio kid out there somewhere.

Damian on the other hand is wondering how he should tell his family that he has a younger twin brother. Because he either does have another unknown sibling, or Danyal is alive.

Knowing his father's reputation, and the fact that multiple people in this family have seemingly returned from the dead either options are quite possible right now.

[somnoir]

Little star's favorite

It all started when Talia came to Gotham with a gift.

The gift in question was a twelve year old boy.

Bruce stared at the boy who was almost the exact replica of Damian if not for the blue eyes and longer hair. He looked utterly perplexed at the sight of Bruce, tilting his head before frowning at his mother with a visibly displeased look.

"Beloved, may I introduce you to Danyal, our Damian's twin brother. He was... Away... On a mission until recently." Talia hummed, a hand on Danyal's back.

"You... You didn't think to tell me about him when you told me about Damian?" Shutting his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. He looked down at the boy who looked a little more like him than Talia and felt himself softening. "Hello Danyal."

"Hello."

Talia smiled, before her expression fell. "A little warning, beloved. The twins do not get along. Damian is quite the competitive child and Danyal... Well, he's the nicer one if I must say." She shrugged, running her fingers through her son's hair before pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Go on now, Najmi As-Sagheer (my little star)."

"Ummi... Must I join them? I am perfectly fine with remaining in the league." Danyal muttered, eye twitching but his expression was quickly schooled into neutrality.

"Yes, Danyal." She sighed, "I have no intention of letting father keep you."

Bruce raised a brow at her words.

"That is a conversation for another time, habibi." Talia lazily insisted, gently pushing Danyal towards Bruce.

Bruce, for all he's lived, immediately recognized a feral cat in the form a child. Yep. Another Damian. That was seemingly the nicer one.

But he was scruffy little thing who was being called little star by his mother. Bruce blinked, offering his hand to Danyal (like how a person would do by letting a cat sniff his hand to see if they were safe).

Danyal, more twitchy and annoyed than his brother, looked at the hand like it had personally offended him.

And that is how Batman brought home another child while holding him by the scruff.

(Danny hated everyone except for Alfred—both cat and butler)

Danyal was a much quieter person compared to Damian. Unlike his brother who had practically came into their lives guns blazing and declaring that he was the rightful heir to the bat, Danyal mainly ignored them. He would glare, snarl, and scowl, but not in the way Damian did. The kid was obviously threatened by them, but more for his own safety rather than inheritance.

He avoided them like the plague, only welcoming the company of Alfred and occasionally Cass.

He didn't join in on the vigilante business, opting to stay back with Oracle and just quietly direct them on their missions. It was strange in all honesty.

They didn't know much about Danyal, aside from the fact that his mother called him little star for his natural love of space. That he liked to tinker with gadgets and make his own weapons. That he really liked fudge.

Aside from that, the kid was quiet and was usually hiding out in his room.

Tim wasn't particularly thrilled to have another demon brat in the family. He avoided Danyal as much as possible expecting for the boy to be just like his brother and attack him.

But apparently not.

It's one of those unfortunate times that Tim's sleep deprivation and overload on energy drinks gets him benched by Alfred and not Bruce. No one particularly wanted to argue with their beloved butler/grandpa so Tim was stuck in place. It was a much quieter night than usual, almost peaceful (as much as Gotham can get).

Babs was relieved of her duties to have a night off, rest and relax and such, while Tim manned the bat computer in Oracle's place. He almost didn't notice the mop of black hair that suddenly appeared beside him.

Tim didn't want to admit it, but he flinched at Danyal's presence and how he was quietly standing there with a tray of coffee and cookies. Blue eyes blinked at him, silently pushing the tray forward to offer Tim the lone cup (most likely for him) and the plate of cookies.

Suspicious, Tim narrowed his eyes. "Alfred wouldn't make me coffee after benching me for this kind of thing."

Danyal shrugged, "Made it myself. Thought you'd need it since the others will be gone for a while."

"That's poisoned."

"It's not." Danyal frowned, immediately taking the cup and taking a couple sips himself before once again offering it to Tim.

Now, Tim wasn't stupid enough to ignore the possibility of Danyal having some tolerance to poison. But Tim was also tolerant to a lot of poisons so might as well.

When taking one sip, he was already feeling weird. One, there was no poison. Two, it was actually pretty good.

Danyal just sat there and stared at the screen, munching on cookies and pointing at the screen whenever Robin started to stray from the patrol route. Tim had a lot of fun reportingtattling to Bruce about it.

Eventually, it became a routine.

Danyal always sat beside Tim. Quiet and just offering random stuff, either food, some little gadget he made, or just the most bizarre stuff he found while at school.

Tim learned many things about his weird little brother. How cameras go crazy around him. How he had his reasons for not being touched. How Danyal was more silent than Cass. How Danyal vanished and reappeared at times.

(The glowing green eyes were the most concerning.)

He never really took notice of how Danyal started to gravitate to him. Always with him, barely without.

(Tim refused to admit that he was just the same.)

"Can I go on patrol with you?" Danyal asked, tugging at his Red Robin suit with a curious look. "I wanna meet Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn."

And Tim didn't really see much of a problem with that. Danyal was a highly trained assassin that Ra's apparently trusted to go on a solo mission while Damian had to be whisked away from the league. It wasn't too absurd for Tim to just shrug and let his kid brother tag along.

He was also very sure that his baby brother was an eldritch being with how the shadows seemed to rise around him. Yeah, the baby was a cryptid amongst a family of supposed cryptids. Very fitting.

It's a nice night. With Danny running amok with Tim, clearly having fun. But that one looks of sadness didn't escape Tim when Danny paused and looked to the sky with longing.

Tim remembers how Danny rambled about the stars in their shared moments, where it's just them.

Tim remembers how Danny would describe the sky in Nanda Parbar and how he often snuck out just to see it.

Tim remembers how much his little brother likes space and turns to the cloudy sky of Gotham that hides the stars.

Tim remembers how he was often depraved of the brotherly love he wanted. How he didn't get the full experience of having an older brother.

"You okay, little star?"

Danyal snapped his head towards Tim, eyes blown wide and flashing green (he knows that wasn't normal but he ignores that in favor to the way Danyal visibly softens at the nickname).

"'m okay, akhi." Danyal muttered, following after Tim after adjusting his own hood.

And it's like his heart stops.

Yep.

Tim has had Danyal for barely a year and he was willing to throw hands with Ra's, Talia, and Bruce for him.

"C'mon, qalbi(my heart). Batburger's still open."

He barely noticed the shift after that. But others think it's a glaring change that often made them stop and stare.

Danyal went to Tim whenever he needed anything.

If Danyal wasn't in bed, you'd find him snuggled up to Tim.

Danyal hated it when people touched him... Except for Tim.

Danyal liked Tim the most.

The day Dick thought it was a good idea to call Danyal 'Danny' (a nickname that was only used by Tim and Alfred), he almost got stabbed. Well, that's where all the stabbiness went to.

Safe to say, Tim was Danny's favorite.

And Danny was Tim's.

"Drake! What have you done to my brother?!" Damian pointed a katana at Tim, who lazily glanced his way before turning back to Danny who was comfortably snuggled up to him and watching Blue while Tim scrolled on Tiktok.

"I haven't done anything to Danny, demon brat. Now shoo!" Tim's irritation could be heard from a mile away, shamelessly shooing Damian away with a flick of his wrist. Then the next second, he was combing his fingers through Danny's hair and listening to his younger brother make a purring noise.

(Another point of investigation because that is not fucking normal, Tim. Cute though!)

"I refuse to believe that Danyal would prefer you over me!"

"You're just salty that he stabs you like you stab me." Tim waved him off again, watching as Danny yawned and continued to ignore everyone else.

The click of a camera immediately alerts him and he's tugging Danny down before the much younger boy lunges at Dick.

"Woah! What's up with him?" Dick nervously asked, instinctively raising his phone above his head.

"Delete that!" Tim snarled, pulling Danny closer and guiding his brothers face to his shoulder. "You know he hates it when people take pictures without consent!"

(Tim doesn't tell them that something goes every wrong with the footage if Danny was ever in the picture.)

"Dick." Tim warned, effortlessly picking up Danny, because yes, his seemingly cryptid baby brother could become weightless, and snatched Dick's phone. Yep. Instead of Danny, there was a very strange figure, a glitching silhouette of black and green. He deletes it immediately.

Dick was pouring, "I don't have any pics of Danny—"

"Don't call me that, Richard." Danny scowled, clinging to Tim like a koala. He was strangely more child-like than Damian, muttering about annoying people who interrupted bonding time. (Dick was just forced to pout.)

"Danyal." Damian crossed his arms, scowling at Danny who was still comfortably cuddled up to Tim. "It is not appropriate to cling to Drake in such a way! You will embarrass our mother and father if you are seen acting like a petulant child!"

Tim wanted to argue that no, he wouldn't embarrass Talia and Bruce by being a kid, but Danny just grabbed a cookie from nowhere (note to self, add possible teleportation powers to cryptid baby) and shoved it into his mouth.

Danny just yawned, fixing Damian with a lazy glare.

"Tuhali, can you shut up?"

Damian stood stock still, while Jason and Bruce choked on their own spit. Jason slapping a hand over his mouth and Bruce just staring at his twins like the apocalypse was about to return.

"What did you just call me?"

Danny yawne again, "My spleen."

Tim knew what Tuhali meant. Of course he fucking knew Arabic! But to think that his cryptid baby brother was straight up calling Damian his spleen?

The spleen that Tim doesn't have.

The spleen that's important to the immune system but you can survive without it?

Tim grinned, grabbing his cryptid baby and made a run for it.

Yep.

Danny was definitely his favorite.

Credits to: @strangergraphics for the dividers used.

[corkinavoid]

Demon twins au where Danny left one last message to Damian before he faked his death. Years later, Danny shows up at Wayne Manor, and refuses to speak to anyone until he sees Damian.

His first words to his brother were from that last message

DPxDC Last Words

Damian looks at the boy sitting in Father's study. It's like looking in the mirror, except not anymore: a stretched out t-shirt and jeans with a hole on the knee instead of a black, fitted League uniform, a slouched posture instead of a proper stance, an unbecoming habit of biting his bottom lip instead of an emotionless mask.

But the eyes, blue like the winter sky, so unlike Damian's — their only difference once upon a time — are the same.

Damian still remembers that night. He remembers the metal hitting metal, the scream stuck in his throat, the pain in his side. He still has the scar. He remembers the run and the chase, and he remembers his brother, his twin, his other half, pressing his cheek to his.

He remembers the warm blood under his hands, the quiet breath over his ear, and the words that were only for him, whispered softly with a smile.

"After you die, which part of you will be the last to fail you?"

And then, he remembers the emptiness, the absence, the loss. Grandfather congratulated him on becoming the sole Heir, praised him for taking what was his and only his birthright. Grandfather was a fool.

Damian looks at the boy. Takes a small breath, opens his mouth, the old name rusty on his tongue, "Dany-"

"Your pupils," the boy suddenly cuts him off, staring right into Damian's eyes, the corner of his lip twitching, "They dilate."

Damian stops short, all the complicated thoughts and feelings inside him coming to a sudden halt and leaving him in complete silence.

He blinks.

Danyal's lip twitches again, and Damian finally realizes it's not a nervous gesture. The boy is simply trying to hide a grin.

Dilate. Die-late.

Something inside Damian's mind snaps, breaking his composure instantly, and he throws himself at his brother with a feral, animalistic growl, fully intending on clawing his eyes out. Just to show the insufferable moron how quickly his pupils are going to really die.

Danyal laughs, loud and cheeky. He blocks the strike because, of course, he does, but they fall down to the floor anyway, and then the whole rest of the family spills inside the study from where they were obviously eavesdropping, and the room becomes a mess in less than two seconds. Grayson is yelling, Drake is trying to hold Damian from another strike, Thomas is helping Danyal get up.

Father is still in the doorway, a helpless sort of expression on his face when he looks at Damian.

"Is he-"

"Father, this is Danyal al Ghul, my formerly believed to be deceased brother, alive and in his right mind," Damian sneers out, still glaring daggers at his twin, "But not for long."

Danyal snorts a laugh, a playful, challenging grin playing on his lips.

"Oh, you're on, Dami."

[ghostreblogging]

Ok ok so hear me out Twins au. Danny and Damian are twins. And you know the whole story. Danny gets "killed " moves in with the Fenton's and becomes phantom. Ad Damian doesn't know that. Well the magician summoning Damian's dead brother to enact his revenge on him has a very bad timing

"Oh robin. Dont you know the dead can have fangs. I've heard of a little tale. Of how you killed your own brother. Your twin in a quite a cruel and merciless way don't you think?" The magician drawls on over the horribly over used repetitive lines.

But it still stops Damian in his tracks. He can see as his family stop and look at him. With the look of horror and well concern. And he hates it. He can feel their gazes on him and it burns his skin.

He stops and tries to yell at them. To do something. To stop dawdling around.

Until a right flash of green stopped him. The circle lit up as a clawed hand grasped the edge from inside.

Unfortunately the magician wasn't a phony.

The being slowly crawls itself out. It's wearing striped prison clothes with conically oversized shackles? Huh.

Damian muses to himself as he prepares for battle . Must represent his or rather their lives in the league of assassin's.

The being finally looks up and shouts

"HAHA YOU CAN SUC MY DIC WALKER. I MAY BE OUT NOT ON MY OWN VOLITION BUT IM GONNA DO GHOST CRIMES AGAIN . And there's nothing you can do about it. "

"Ghost crimes exist? What even are ghost crimes???" Dick whispered to Jason

"I don't know but I am so angry at the implications of ghost cops. " Jason replies

[125bluemachine125]

DP x DC Martha and Thomas Wayne are King Phantom's regent

I had this saved in my files, so I wanted to share it. I don’t think I’ll write more of it.

With the end near and no other alternatives, John Constantine proposed summoning the King of the Infinite Realms.

King Phantom was considered benevolent compared to his predecessor. In mortal memory, ancient paintings depicted his deeds from times when the tyrant king still lay dormant. In many of those monuments, two figures always accompanied Phantom. Little was known about those beings, but one word stood out constantly… rulers. The relationship between Phantom and the rulers wasn’t clear, but throughout the Infinite Realms, it was known that the rulers had stolen an object they were pursued for over many years—a resurrection talisman considered a myth until they used its power and created a revenant being in the mortal world.

When Pariah Dark awoke, his wrath turned on the rulers who had dared steal the talisman from his possession. The strength of those entities paled before the tyrant king. They were imprisoned, destined to fade into nothingness, but like a meteor, Phantom came to their aid, facing Pariah Dark in an unprecedented battle. For a time, it seemed the tyrant king would prevail—until the power of the Infinite Realms bent to Phantom, who, chosen by the cosmos itself, cast Pariah Dark into his final slumber.

Then why were Martha and Thomas Wayne appearing before the Justice League? It made no sense.

“What…?” Constantine ignored Batman’s bewildered whisper and instead stepped closer to the two entities. “I summoned the Phantom King,” he said abruptly.

“The king is still a child,” Martha Wayne explained kindly. “We’ll hear your plea on his behalf.”

That was unexpected.

“There are murals of Phantom in different centuries. How can he still be a child?” Constantine asked, confused.

“Time travel,” Thomas Wayne answered this time. “King Phantom is only fourteen.”

Such a statement rattled the League. They had pinned everything on summoning King, hearing that he was just a boy… Constantine could practically smell the disappointment. But he trusted that age didn’t equate to power, not if the boy had defeated the ancient king.

“There’s a cosmic entity, a colossal monster that’s been destroying worlds in its path. We have less than two days before it reaches us.” He gestured toward the nearest window of the station. “It’s clearly visible from here.”

The abomination had no distinct shape, but the way it consumed and ravaged planets was almost serpentine.

“Oh, darling,” Thomas muttered in astonishment.

The League took it as a bad omen.

“I know,” Martha consoled him. “I hoped we might handle this ourselves.”

“He waited all week for some peace,” Thomas sighed.

Martha’s eyes shimmered for a moment.

“Danny” she called out, her voice echoing.

Just seconds passed before a green portal opened above their heads, from which descended the king… a boy with fine features, green eyes, and white hair braided with beads. His clothing was intricate: a long, open tunic revealing a shirt and loose pants, cinched at the waist with a white belt that contrasted with the rest of his black garments.

Constantine shot a confused glance at Batman, who staggered at the sight. The rest of Gotham’s heroes seemed just as stunned. He ignored them, focusing on Phantom, whose energy was the most condensed he had ever sensed.

“Darling, the League needs your help,” Martha’s voice brimmed with visible affection. “That thing is destroying everything in its path.”

King Phantom blinked.

“Did it just eat Neptune?” he asked in disbelief “Why the hell didn’t anyone call me sooner?!”

“Danny, watch your language,” Thomas scolded. “We’ve taught you more decorum than that.”

Phantom sighed.

“Sorry.”

“Why don’t you go take care of it? We’ll stay here and speak with Batman.”

Phantom’s gaze drifted to the batfamily. His eyes lingered on Robin for just a second longer than the others.

“Oh… fine,” he said, turning to the Green Lanterns. “Show me your rings. I’ll infuse them with enough power to form a shield around Earth.”

It only took him seconds, though Hal, John, and Guy’s expressions revealed their rings were now pulsing with unfathomable strength.

Phantom glided across the station with ease, a barely visible trail streaking toward an unspeakable terror.

“How is this possible?” Batman was heard asking. “Who is Phantom? Why…?”

Sensing the rising tension, Superman and Wonder Woman ordered everyone to leave except for Gotham’s vigilantes.

“Why does he look like Robin?” Martha gently continued his question. “We’ve always been here… unable to hold you, but watching. We saw the family grow with each grandchild you adopted, and we felt the birth of the twins. We were there for their first cries.”

Twins. That word alone shook him.

Overwhelmed, he tore off his mask, gasping for breath, trying to shake the image of Phantom from his mind.

“Why didn’t you ever say anything, Damian?”

The silence was tense.

"I didn’t want to remember," he confessed in a whisper.

"None of what happened is your fault, Damian," Thomas interjected. "Would you prefer your grandmother and I to explain what occurred?"

Damian’s face remained stoic until he gave a slight nod.

"Ra’s al Ghul is a horrible man, and I certainly wouldn’t call him anyone’s grandfather," Thomas said tensely. "Damian and Daniel were eight. Their instructors evaluated them equally in skill, two children, but only one heir was required. So al Ghul devised a final test" The hatred in his voice was palpable. "He lied to them, made them take a psychedelic that altered their senses. Each believed they were eliminating a League target. Under the drug’s influence, they didn’t recognize each other. It took Damian two minutes—amid al Ghul’s laughter and praise—to realize the body at his feet was his brother’s."

It was Jason who prevented Bruce from collapsing to his knees. Dick tried to reach out to Damian, but the boy recoiled from his touch.

"Mother promised she would bring Daniel back. She lied."

"He wanted to return with you," Martha knelt to his height. "In a way, the pit worked, but not as it should’ve, and that’s our fault." Her expression saddened. "Your grandfather and I had been in hiding for months. Everyone knew our lair was in Gotham, but that night, our emotions spilled over, and they allowed the most obsessive hunter of the realms to track us. We stood beside Daniel’s spirit, trying to guide him back to his body as your mother lowered him into the pit. That’s when we were attacked. And your brother, not yet fully merged with his body, withstood dozens of electric blasts. He… changed, was unstable. We had to use the leftover half of the resurrection medallion, and the path to this time and realm closed to us."

"So you are the rulers," Bruce's voice finally broke the silence. "Daniel is the revenant?"

"It’s a mistranslation, we are not rulers, we are regents," Thomas corrected, hesitating only briefly. "No, Daniel is something else. Your mother and I… Jason was with us when he died." Red Hood’s face showed surprise. "He’d been with us for two months when we heard whispers about the medallion. All we could think of was our shattered son, and our grandson far too young to be dead… We had to try."

"We overestimated the medallion’s power," Martha admitted to Jason. "Our cores didn’t have enough energy to sustain it. We could only give you half. You came back without memories, nearly catatonic. We tried to stay long enough to recover our energy and fully restore you, but we had to flee. It was always our goal to return the other half of the medallion to you, but then Daniel’s situation happened." Martha floated slightly, placing a palm over her face. "We felt your pain," she apologized. "We can help with your rage, if you’ll let us."

Jason looked at her, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions crushing his chest.

"Why does he look Damian’s age?" Tim asked confused. "I know they’re twins, but if he died…"

"Daniel isn’t like us or like Jason," Martha explained. "He’s caught in the veil, as dead as he is alive; a Halfa, a half-ghost. He needs both the Infinite Realms and the mortal world. But we couldn’t return to this universe. An ancient ghost guided us to the best option for Daniel, a universe where two scientists had opened a portal to the realms. They raised Daniel for a time… well, their daughter raised him. Jasmine is a clever girl. She quickly sensed Daniel’s true nature." A faint smile crossed Martha’s face. "She calls us Grandpa and Grandma. She sees us as family."

"You can imagine that a rift between realms is quite the spectacle," Thomas added. "That dimension began to be invaded by other ghosts. We helped however we could, but Daniel got involved. It was difficult at first, but his powers grew, and the attacks lessened. Many ghosts agreed to stop harming the town. It was a peaceful time until Plasmius awakened Pariah Dark."

Martha and Thomas bowed their heads in remorse.

"We ordered Daniel to flee, to destroy the portal," Martha’s voice dripped with sorrow. "Thomas and I were ready to vanish, but our stubborn grandson stepped forward. He challenged the king, fought him—for us—and he almost…" she had to cover her mouth a moment. "To us, a core is everything we are. We thought Daniel lost when Pariah Dark captured his core. We saw it crack." Her voice broke. "Then the realm began to collapse, as if dying alongside him. We all felt it, even Pariah Dark," she hissed the name like a curse. "He was king, but Daniel was the favorite of the Infinite Realms, the balance between life and death."

A voice cut through the speakers.

"Phantom is about to engage," came Hal Jordan’s transmission. "Activating shields."

The Green Lanterns surrounded Earth, the Moon, and the Watchtower, but the space around the destructive entity remained visible.

"We should’ve gone with him," they heard Damian mutter. "What was Constantine thinking?"

Before Bruce could respond, his parents stepped toward Damian.

"He’s stronger now, much more than when he defeated Pariah Dark," Thomas assured. "He’s missed you, you know? He tries to deny it, but we can see he’s still ashamed for trying to kill you."

Damian’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. At last, he let Dick come close enough to hold him.

"I’m the one who killed him," he whispered.

"He blame Ra’s al Ghul"

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

Leaving Thomas with Damian, Martha approached Bruce.

"You’re worried," she observed gently. "And sad," she whispered just for him. "This wasn’t how we wanted you to meet Daniel."

"Were you planning to come back?" Bruce asked.

"Eventually. We weren’t lying when we said the path was sealed. But when Daniel claimed the throne, our power grew with his. Still, there are things only he can face."

They looked toward space. Daniel, who had begun as a streak in the void, had become a nebula. The collision was breathtaking, like a clash of titans. And even from such distance, it was clear King Phantom was dominating the battle.

"His form," Bruce murmured, "it’s changed."

"A true cosmic horror!" Thomas quipped.

Martha smacked his arm for the ill-timed joke.

The fight ended swiftly. The entity collapsed, and bursts of energy scattered. Amid the debris of shattered worlds, only Phantom remained, vast and magnificent. Though many in the League would debate Batman’s words, he alone didn’t call the figure terrifying.

Only his green eyes and white hair remained recognizable. The rest of his body was a humanoid shape with a tail instead of legs. Defined, but gaseous in texture.

A sound surrounded them, a rumble fused with static.

"The system’s gravity is collapsing," Thomas reported.

The League had considered this possibility, that their world would fall not matter what in a domino effect triggered by the destruction of others.

"How much time do we have?" was all Bruce asked.

Cassandra closed the distance to her father, taking his hand in quiet comfort. If it was the end, she was grateful to be with her family.

"Enough time for Daniel to fix it, but he’ll need the Green Lanterns to scan all sectors and confirm planetary trajectories."

Before anyone could ask which planets they meant, a bright light drew their eyes. Phantom opened his jaws, and with one exhale, thousands—perhaps millions—of orbs spilled from his breath into the cosmos.

[starry-songs-canvas]

Of Course Not(tm)

Kind of continued from this post I made a bit ago.

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The bats are on a manhunt looking for whoever took their youngest. (Damian would not just enter an unmarked vehicle)

Nightwing, Red hood, Signal, Batgirl and Orphan all taking the streets while Batman, Red Robin and Oracle all look over the last known footage of Damian, walking stiffly with glowing red eyes. (Obvious mind-control, but why couldn’t he break out of it?)

“Uh, Batman?”

Suddenly, they get a FaceTime call invite on the Bat computer. (Batman has Bat-call, not FaceTime?!?)

“Answer, I’ll trace it.” Oracle says tersely. Red Robin hesitantly pushes the accept button.

“Ancients, you sure took your sweet time with that.” A blue-eyed clone of Damian snarks out the minute they enter the call.

“Where is Damian?” Batman growls out.

“He’s… fine. Well, fine as he can be at the moment.” The clone says, then mutters something under his breath.

“Anyways, could you come and get him? I’d drop him off, but I’m kind of busy at the moment.” He says as he’s furiously typing away at the computer.

“The signals heavily encrypted, I can’t get a read past somewhere in Illinois.” Oracle reports.

“What is the League planning.” Batman demands.

That makes the clone pause. “The League isn’t involved.”

“Then who else cloned him?” Red Robin asks.

The clone now stops what he’s doing and frowns at the camera. “Clone? No, I’m his brother.” Not seeing the reaction he wanted. “Danny? His twin? Other half of the demon twins?”

Watching their growing confused reactions he puts his head in his hands and groans.

“He didn’t mention me at all, did he? Of course not.”

[itsabird-itsaplane-nopejustabird]

DPxDC Prompt

I've had this idea for a while (since seeing that art of Johnny and Kitty robbing a bank so Danny can get Top Surgery lol) but I haven't even had the brain to work on my own fic recently (sorry about that btw) so I'm writing this instead

So the concept:

T4T Johnny and Kitty, who died in the 80s after running away together.

Johnny was the kid of some rich asshole automobile mogul from Bristol, and Kitty was one of the workers' kids from the Narrows. They become friends, fall in love, both realize they're trans around the same time and then decide to run. They know that being trans on top of tax bracket difference gives them almost no chance of making it. Johnny steals a bike and a fuck-ton of money from his parents, and Kitty's parent(s) helps them leave.

They're still toxic and spiteful as hell, but nothing the other does can change the fact that they know and understand each other better than anyone else could.

They travel around the country being menaces together for a while until they decide to settle down in a strange city called Amity Park. They figured it could handle a couple more anomalies. But before they can get there, they get into a bike wreck with their final thoughts being of each other and Johnny specifically cursing his bad luck in life.

The next thing they know, they're in the infinite realms being given the chance to stay together and the freedom to simply exist with no strings attached. (Other than each other cause I firmly believe that they're mutually the others' obsession)

About 20 years have passed, a portal to their old world is permanently open and this scrawny little ass kid ghost that they've never even heard of keeps stopping them from going through it.

It isn't until Johnny actually starts paying attention a few months into it that he notices that first, the little shit can actually fight, and second, HE WAS FIGHTING THEM WITH A BINDER ON. (Johnny also vaguely wonders why Danny looks so much like his old neighbor Brucie, but that's less important than the binder thing). Johnny lets out the universal ghost fight timeout signal and vaguely explains the situation to Danny, who seems confused about the noise he made and why it made him stop.

Johnny gets Kitty to spread the word that if the timeout isn't called off by the next morning, stay TF away until they get an all-clear.

That night, *after yelling at him a bit*, he starts teaching Danny how to reshape his ghost form to his preference and even his vocal cords.

From there, Johnny and Kitty sorta ghost adopt him as a sibling and then take him to Frostbite to make sure his T-shots are ecto compatible.

(I hope this was coherent it's 4am for me and I haven't slept lol)

[worksandmusings]

DPXDC Prompt 13

One of the siblings joke about being Damian's favorite sibling. Damian informs them that they are wrong, so the family tries to guess his favorite sibling.

It's Danny. Not that they know that.

[bluerosefox]

Of Tiny Tots, Mistaken Identities, and Reunions

Seventeen year old Damian Wayne is dragged to a business deal outside of Gotham (along with his father and Drake), mostly to keep up appearances that the family does work outside of Gotham, networking, and because Damian does need to learn the ropes of the company, he decides to head outside the meeting with the Manson family to get a breather (mainly cause the Manson's were annoying him fully, it was like they were trying to suck up towards Damian and trying to push their daughter on him but at the same time he caught them almost insulting and hostile towards him before they would stop and correct themselves) when out of the blue a three year old toddler with black hair comes running over with a cheerful "Daddy!" and latches onto his leg.

Damian is stunned in place but feels frozen when he hears a voice, older and almost identical to his own but he can detect a familiarity in it, a voice he only hears in his dreams nowadays say.

"Ellie, no! That's not me Starlight! I'm so sorry dude-"

When Damian turned his head towards the voice he's meet with an near identical face, granted there were some minor differences, but very, very familiar pair of striking blue eyes staring at him. Eyes that were somehow full of life, which shouldn't be possible because the last time he saw those eyes they had been dim and milked over years ago. The speaker had become startled at the his sudden turn and the words that he had been saying had quickly died out when he too took in Damian's features.

"D...Damian?..." the name came out so soft and small that Damian almost didn't hear it but he did.

And before Damian could stop himself, he spoke a name he hadn't dared utter in years.

"Danyal."

His twin looked like he had just seen a ghost, and Damian was sure he looked the same. And given the last time they had last saw each other it was no wonder they both looked like death warmed over them for a moment.

After all... Damian had failed to protect his brother, Danyal al Ghul all those years ago on a botched mission.

His bother who... wasn't dead.

His brother who was looking like he wanted to run but was keeping himself rooted in his spot.

His brother whose eyes were glancing downwards and seemed so nervous.

His brother who knew the little girl, Ellie, still hugging his legs.

His brother who had... responded and corrected her mix up when she had called Damian 'Daddy.'

And oh, she's looking up at him and making grabby hands wanting to be picked up and she has Danyal's eyes and his nose and-

Oh... Damian.... Damian's an uncle it seems.

[zhelin-thames]

How it all started

Masterpost

The Gotham City Gala was in full swing, a glittering affair where Gotham’s elite rubbed shoulders and made idle conversation under the watchful eyes of the Bat-family. Bruce Wayne was, as usual, playing his role of charming billionaire, while his children spread out across the venue to keep an eye on the crowd.

Damian Wayne, now fifteen, stood near a table of refreshments, his arms crossed as he scanned the room. He hated these events, but his father insisted it was part of his training to learn how to navigate social and political circles.

Jason, standing beside him, nudged his shoulder. “Lighten up, Demon Spawn. Try smiling for once.”

Damian scowled. “I see no reason to.”

Before Jason could retort, Bruce approached, his expression carefully neutral. “Heads up. Vlad Masters just arrived.”

“Who’s that?” Tim asked, joining the group.

“Billionaire from Wisconsin,” Bruce replied. “Big on alternative energy and... other ventures. He’s brought his heir with him tonight.”

“Great,” Jason muttered. “Another spoiled rich kid.”

Bruce shot him a warning look but didn’t respond. Instead, the group turned their attention to the entrance as Vlad Masters entered the room, his presence commanding. Beside him stood a boy about Damian’s age, with raven-black hair and piercing blue eyes.

Damian’s breath caught in his throat.

The boy looked exactly like him.

As Vlad and his ward approached, Bruce stepped forward to greet them. “Vlad Masters. Welcome to Gotham.”

“Bruce Wayne,” Vlad said smoothly, shaking his hand. “It’s an honor. Allow me to introduce my heir, Daniel Fenton.”

Danny offered a polite smile, but his eyes flicked toward the group of teens behind Bruce. His gaze landed on Damian, and he froze.

“Damian?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Damian’s heart pounded. There was only one name that surfaced in his mind as he stared at the boy before him.

“Danyal,” he murmured, his voice trembling.

The room seemed to fade around them as they stared at each other.

“Akhi...” Danny whispered, the term slipping out instinctively.

Damian took a shaky step forward, his usually composed demeanor cracking. “You’re alive.”

The rest of the Bat-family exchanged confused glances, but neither Danny nor Damian noticed.

“I thought you were dead,” Damian said, his voice unsteady. “They told me you died. That I failed to protect you.”

Danny shook his head, his eyes glistening. “I thought the same about you. When they took me... I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Wait a second,” Jason cut in, looking between them. “What’s going on here? Demon Spawn, you know this kid?”

Damian shot him a glare. “This is my brother. My twin. Danyal Al Ghul.”

Tim’s jaw dropped. “What?! You have a twin?”

Danny flinched slightly at the name. “Not anymore,” he said quietly. “I don’t use that name. I’m Danny Fenton now.”

Bruce stepped forward, his voice low. “Masters, what is the meaning of this?”

Vlad, who had been watching the reunion with an expression of mild amusement, smiled thinly. “Ah, yes. I suspected this might happen. You see, young Daniel was abandoned as a child. I took him in and raised him as my own.”

“Abandoned?” Bruce asked, his tone icy.

“Yes,” Vlad said smoothly. “I found him injured, near death. He had no memory of his past, so I gave him a new life.”

“That’s a lie,” Damian spat, his fists clenching. “He was taken. Stolen.”

Danny placed a hand on Damian’s shoulder, his touch calming. “I don’t remember much from back then. Just bits and pieces. But I remember you, Akhi.”

Damian’s eyes softened. “I never stopped thinking about you.”

The reunion left the Bat-family reeling. Later, back at the Manor, Damian and Danny sat together, talking quietly. Danny explained how he’d grown up as “Daniel Fenton,” raised by Vlad but always feeling like something was missing.

“I always felt out of place,” Danny admitted. “Like I didn’t belong. But now I understand why.”

“You belong here,” Damian said firmly. “With me. With us.”

Danny hesitated. “I don’t know, Damian. Vlad’s the only father I’ve ever known. And... there’s something I need to tell you.” (danny did get adopted by the fantons. The reason hes with vlad is because Jack and Maddie died b/c the nasty burger exploded with them inside. Jazz is alive tho and she went to collage)

Damian frowned. “What is it?”

Danny hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I’m not entirely... human anymore.”

Damian blinked. “What do you mean?”

“I had an accident,” Danny said quietly. “It changed me. I’m... part ghost.”

When Danny demonstrated his ghost powers, the reactions were mixed.

Jason whistled. “Okay, that’s badass.”

Tim leaned closer, fascinated. “How does it work? Do you have full intangibility? Flight? Invisibility?”

“Mostly,” Danny said, looking sheepish.

Bruce, meanwhile, studied him with a calculating gaze. “We’ll need to run some tests.”

“Bruce,” Diana’s voice cut in as she entered the room. She had just returned from Themyscira. “Let the boy breathe.”

Danny froze, staring at her. “Wait... Wonder Woman?”

Diana smiled gently. “Yes. And you must be Damian’s twin.” She stepped closer, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You’re family now, Danny. Welcome home.”

Danny’s eyes glistened, and he nodded. “Thanks.”

As Danny settled into life with the Waynes, he found himself adjusting to a world that was equal parts chaotic and comforting.

Damian, for his part, was fiercely protective of his twin, vowing never to let him out of his sight again.

Danny smiled as he watched his brother argue with Jason over training methods. For the first time in a long while, he felt like he truly belonged.

And though the shadows of their pasts still lingered, they faced the future together—two brothers, reunited against all odds.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Ś̷̻̼͉͍̙̱̰͔͉̊̔͑͋̅͊̉̍͆̂̄́͘͜ų̷̯̬̅̎͌r̵̡̡̛͖̖͚̟̫̤̯̼͈̂͋͂̏͜v̴̧̠̳͛͠ḯ̶̝͈͈̩̖̳͎̒̃̈́͗͛̽̎̕v̶̨͚͚̪̜̥͓̩̲̖̿ę̶̡̨͇͙̬̮̪̗̓̐

Get In the Water Ruthlessness Hold Them Down

Danyal's blow forced Constantine to skid back several feet. The only reason it didn't cleave him in two was the magical shield he'd thrown up last minute. Damian could only watch as the white magic crawled up his brother's arm.

Danyal screeched, a shockwave erupting from his mouth and shaking the cavern. Gritting his teeth, Constantine grabbed Danyal's arm with both hands and yanked him off course. Whirling around, Constantine threw Danyal across the room. Danyal righted himself midair and lunged again, but Constantine was ready. With a flick of his wrist, a sigil burned into the air, and a barrier of golden light erupted between Danyal and Talia. Danyal’s claws raked against it, sparks flying, but it held—for now.

The whites of his eyes had turned green.

Constantine staggered back, sweat dripping from his brow. He looked worse than Damian had ever seen him, gaunt and exhausted. "That won't hold 'im for long," he remarked. "Lad's losing all sense of himself. It’s the Pits—too much exposure to ‘em. They’ve warped him, torn his essence to shreds." He grimaced. "But if we stay here much longer, he's going to tear us to shreds."

Damian looked away from his mother fleeing the room, to Danyal, hissing and spitting insults as his claws ripped into the magic shield. In the Lazarus Pit, Danyal had been... calm. Disdainful, but calm. It was only in the overworld where Danyal lost his reason-

"No!" Damian said. "We don't need to leave. He does."

"You want to inflict that thing on the rest of the world!?" Todd yelled back.

Damian snapped, snarling. "That thing is my twin brother, and you will treat him with the respect he deserves!"

Danyal screamed from behind the shield. "I'm your murder victim, not your brother!" Danyal cackled again. The green leaked out of Danyal's eyes in jagged cracks as his voice suddenly deepened. "Ṭ̴̢̢̻͓̱̯̭̊̄͊̀̐̐̏̃̊̊̉ê̶̢̱̪̰͇͇̻̺̆̏̋̃̾̓͑̄͘l̴̥̹̫̦̲̳̼̗̮̗̼̤̒͛̇̇̐̔͜l̷͖͕͇̯̹̖̲̬͔̈͑̒̈́̀̕͜ ̵̪̋̋̄̈͘ṱ̸͇͓̃̌̄̄͒̍̒̃̌̔͘h̵̡͈̝͈̠̜̞̳̻̮͕̻͓̯̘̒́̽̓͝e̵͎͔̼̘̺͓͎̹̅̊m̵̛̠̻̰̦̀͋͋̓̈́̿̊̓̈́̿̕̕."

Damian closed his eyes and inhaled through his nose. Upon his exhale, he opened his eyes again, certain of what he has to do. Damian stepped forward, Grayson's hand falling away as he squared himself against Danyal. His voice was steady, though it carried the weight of everything he’d been holding back. “I killed you. I snuck poison out of Mother's room and slipped it in your evening drink.”

The room fell deathly silent. Even the faint hum of the Lazarus Pit seemed to fade as Damian’s words echoed.

Danyal tilted his head, his twisted grin spreading wider. “There it is,” he said, his voice dripping with venom. “The truth, laid bare. But do you feel better now, little brother? Does admitting it cleanse you of your sins?”

“No,” Damian replied firmly. His hand drifted to his sword hilt, but he didn’t draw it. “But I’ll make it right.”

Danyal’s smile vanished, his eyes narrowing as he floated , green light crackling like static around him. “Make it right? You think you can fix this?” His voice was a roar, reverberating through the chamber.

Damian drew his sword, the blade glinting in the eerie light. He pointed the blade at Danyal, his stance resolute. “You said it before; me or them. Me or Gotham. So here I am. I challenge you to a duel. One last battle, brother. Just us.”

"No!" Grayson protested. "Damian, you can't-"

"T̷̲̳̀̋̈́͗͝h̵͓̦̹̪̟̤̀͂̓̃̍̍ȋ̶̖̞̝̐͑́̀̓͝͝s̶͍͎̩̱̫̰̟̈́ ̶̞̺̹̔̂͌͗͒͐͜ȋ̷̢̛̞̱̘͎̙̐ş̴͈̣͎͖̐̐̌͠ņ̴̟̥̟̉̓͂̐̑͗'̵̭͙̳̥̱̦̖̇͂̆̕ͅt̶̲̱̪̠͓̀́͋́ ̵̜͚̪͕̣̙̯̦̈͒a̶͔͔̫͖̹̝͗̀̓̚͜b̷̨̨͚̯̲̮̠̏̍͛̇͊͝ơ̴̙̥̪̰̦̭͆̀̒̐ư̵̻̰̍̇̅̾̎̅̃t̷̢͔̣̻͖̙̦̃̈́͆̆̈́̚̕ ̴͐��͍̖̰͎̪̹̮̲ỳ̶̖̼͈̥́̀͊̂o̶̡̪͕̒́ư̴͍̬͗̀͗̿͐̊.̴̯̻̭̱̤̩̋́͛͠ͅ" Danyal sneered at Grayson. His claws finished slicing clean through Constantine's barrier. With a deafening screech, Danyal lunged, his hand glowing with green light that morphed into a sword. Damian met him head-on, their clash sending shockwaves through the chamber. His family scrambled to stay out of the way, their shouts of protest drowned out by the sound of steel against spectral energy.

Danyal fought like a demon, his movements erratic but deadly, each strike fueled by years of pent-up rage and pain. And Damian did not stay uninjured, as cuts and bruises built up as he, inch by torturous inch, forced Danyal back towards the Lazarus Pit.

With every strike Danyal landed, Damian gave him one in kind. The moment his feet touched the ground, Damian struck at his heel. In the air, he focused on attacking from behind. And Damian kept up his attack, without falter, because defeat was not allowed.

"I won't let you kill me," he said during a parry.

“You don’t know what it means to survive!” Danyal roared, slamming his claws into Damian’s blade. “You don’t know what it’s like to claw your way back, piece by piece, from the darkness you threw me into!”

“You’re wrong,” Damian shot back, his voice fierce. “I’ve been in that darkness too. I’ve fought my way out. And I won’t leave you there.”

Their battle raged on, but Damian slowly drove Danyal back, step by step, toward the Lazarus Pit. Finally, with a calculated feint, Damian disarmed Danyal, dispelling his etherial sword. Before Danyal could react, Damian lunged, tackling him with all his strength.

The two of them tumbled backward, plunging into the glowing green depths of the Lazarus Pit. The chamber shook, the waters surging violently as they disappeared beneath the surface.

And the world turned green.

[livinghalfway]

Who are you?

Dick was asked to pick up Damian from the dog park on his way home from Blud. When he wasn’t standing at the entrance Dick went in to go find him, stretch his legs and all. The last place he expected to find his baby brother was unconscious in the bushes. He had dark fresh bruises on his face, and Titus was nowhere in sight.

Whoever did this to his little brother will have hell to pay. That would have to come later though, the most important thing right now is getting Damian home.

Once he had the boy settled in the car he immediately calls Bruce as he starts to drive.

“Hello-“

“Bruce! Something happened at the park! I found Damian unconscious, bloody, and bruised in the bushes!” Dick struggled to hide the anger he was feeling right now. “Prep the medbay!”

Not even waiting to hear Bruce’s response he hangs up the call. Dick can’t handle a productive conversation right now, not when his brother lays silently in the backseat of his car.

It only took him a few more minutes to finally reach the manor, and when he did Bruce was already standing outside waiting for them. As soon as the car was stopped the back door was being thrown open, and Damian was being carried inside before being brought down to the cave.

Alfred, already down there, immediately went to work on patching the little boy up. At the same time Dick and Bruce discussed what the next steps will be.

About ten or so minutes pass, and in the middle of them talking another figure—and a dog—angrily enters the cave.

“Grayson!” Damian snarled, “because of you I had to call Drake to get me! What do you have to say for yourself!”

Dick was flabbergasted with what he saw in front of him, but it also provided clarity to the situation.

The boy in the bush looked exactly like Damian, yes. But the clothes he was wearing was nothing his brother would ever wear. He had old scars that didn’t match up.

Looking towards the med bay he had only one thought.

Who was the boy he found, and why did he look like Damian?

[somnoir]

Ghost KingConsort?

Prompt: Demon Twins AU where the ghost king is summoned and claims his appearance is that of his beloveds. Shenanigans of a vindictive dead twin.

Danyal Al Ghul escaped from the league. The Lazarus Pits were never merciful but for once, they were. The pits were merciful to him as the green swallowed him and spat him out miles away from that place.

Danny can't forget his first death, the sword in his gut as Damian cut through him. The title of heir was reserved for only one of them and the spare was no longer needed. He supposed it was yet another mercy upon him, knowing that the title of spare was not simple. He would have been Damian's spare—spare parts.

Danny remembers his second death. The electricity that killed him over and over again as the ectoplasm spilled from the artificial portal brought him back to life again and again. One second he was dead, the other he was being revived. It was torturous in every way possible.

It's been years since then. His parents were a difficult case, unable to accept that their darling child had died and continued to believe that Danny was being possessed by the menace Phantom. They hunted him, tried to rip him apart to 'free' their son. It took both himself and Jazz leaving with the help of Vlad (reluctantly accepted) for his parents to stop hunting. Their home that had already felt empty was even more empty now.

It's been almost four years since then. Danny had settled into his role as Ghost King, even when the crown of fire floated over his head then descended to be too big, too much—resting around his neck.

It's... Difficult...

CUT TO THE JUSTICE LEAGUE SUMMONING HIM!

Danny Fenton, nineteen and very much overworked from all the paperwork he had to sort through as Ghost King, finds a small tugging to his very being. A summoning he recognized, sighing loudly before he's answer to this visible desperation. Like it was a world ending issue.

And yes, it apparently was when the fabric of reality itself was tearing itself apart for some strange reason. As the ruler of the infinite realms—the king of the very domain that basically glued the multiverse—this was apparently the right call.

Dressed in all of his kingly regalia, Danny felt the crown of fire float up from his neck and burned over his head. His cape, cloak—whatever—was heavy and he blinked, green eyes boring into every soul present. He recognized the fractured soul of the laughing magician—one of his more irksome subjects that avoided taxes like it was the fucking plague. He really should tell Skulker to haunt his grandfather. Maybe even Youngblood would be suitable.

But aside from the laughing magician, his eyes settled upon a familiar soul, a familiar face. Danny blinks again.

Shit... He thought, staring at the masked yet horrified face of his own twin. Robin was nineteen as well by now, older, stronger—redeemed.

In the past, Danny would have cursed Damian to the seven hells and allowed the seven sins to have a bite. But Jazz was blessing. An older sister who made sure to heal him, to let him grow, to let him develop. He's forgiven Damian for his faults. They were children, brainwashed by a mad man. He's not too angry. Resentful and a bit vindictive? That was a given as he technically was the spirit of a murder victim. Of kinslaying.

"Hellblazer." The language spoken by the dead leaves his mouth easily. It can't be understood by the living, and it was barely understood who came back from death. But John Constantine was a different, more difficult case. One hell of a motherfucker that avoided death until the entity itself was ranting to both Clockwork and Danny about his escapes.

And John Constantine recognized his title regardless of the language.

The sad man in a trench coat stiffened, staring at Danny as he stiffly bowed. "High King Phantom." He greets, and attempt at respect. When there was suddenly movement, Constantine was quick to hiss at the others—glaring at Robin who looked ready lunge at them.

Oh, he can't help himself. This was funny. In the words of his own counterpart turned brother—He could make it worse. Jazz was going to nag him, true, but Danny was so. Utterly. BORED. Being Ghost King had a lot of entertainment, like how he got to fight people and basically hang out with people from the past. But it got... Repetitive. Normal Ghosts wouldn't mind with their eternal afterlife, but Danny was still half-alive. He was completely human—just a half dead one.

"Your majesty—" Constantine struggled to explain, "The universe... Do you know why portals have been opening, your majesty? Forgive my impudence but our world has been plagued by portals from different worlds, some even lead to the infinite realm."

"It's not uncommon for natural portals to the realms to open. Many of your dead like to visit." He smirked, "Many like to haunt those who've wronged them."

Constantine gulped, "Your majesty, would you, by any chance, be aware of why these portals are opening?"

Danny sighed. Well, he can't say he wasn't concerned. This was his world too after all, even when now. It was Jazz's world, where she still went to school, it was Sam and Tucker's world. It was his family's world. So yes, he is concerned.

"The portals to the realms are under my jurisdiction. They are natural and open in my places with thick and ambient ectoplasm." Danny drawls, "But these dimensional portals are strange. I'll check in with the Master of Time to see if someone is meddling with reality. It may not even be from your dimension."

He can only shrug at that, remembering how Dan had practically ripped through time with his madness and rage, tearing through the world to ensure his birth.

"I see, thank you for your understanding, your majesty." Constantine nervously says.

"Say, would you like to watch the battle royale for your soul?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused, magician." Danny rolls his eyes, "But you'd certainly enjoy watching people tear each other to shreds for your fucked up soul. I don't understand why people want it so much when the paperwork it comes with is a hell in itself."

"Your majesty," Constantine paled.

"I'm joking. I'll deal with this as quickly as possible." Danny paused, grinning as he made a show of offering his hand to the justice league. "I couldn't possible sit by and allow my beloved's world to crumble. He'd be devastated."

Constantine blinked. Everyone blinked. And then Danny turned to Damian and... Batman. Bruce Wayne. His father. At least he seemed to be treating Damian better than Jack did with Danny and Jazz.

"You must have recognized this face, yes?" Danny tilted his head. "You are his family."

"What have you done to my brother?" Robin—Damian immediately growled, like a feral cat as he unsheathed his katanas and aimed for Danny.

"Hm." Danny rolled his eyes, "He's well. Very much taken care of." Because yes, Danny was well fed and taken care of, especially as the Ghost King. "I've taken his form so I assumed you knew of him."

He dismissed Robin long before he could even speak, turning to Constantine once again. "Don't fret too much, John Constantine." The man in question flinched once his name was uttered in the language of the dead he could barely understand. "This will be fixed in a days time. If not, I will send someone to deal with it."

The Ghost King's appearance had been startling when they summoned him. A boy with a striking resemblance to Damian if not for his white hair. A twin? Bruce had sounded devastated at the implications. But Damian? He'd seen the ghost king and felt nauseous, unable to tear his eyes away from the eldritch being that wore his brother's face.

It took a lot of explaining once they were back in the cave. The duel, Danyal's death, the Lazarus taking him and he was never seen again. Everyone was... Well, they were devastated. Yes. Grieving a son and brother they never met. But the Ghost King has been summoned with a face similar to that of their father's, a face that was the exact same one to their brothers. The Ghost King who referred to the dead Danyal as his beloved.

It's the next day when they're back in the watchtower, anxiously waiting for any update. Constantine continues to curse under his breath, shaking his head before a portal rips through reality. Everyone stiffened, preparing for the worst.

A girl appears, a child. She's a spry little thing with glowing green eyes, flaming white hair, and a face that they immediately recognized.

"Sorry that I'm late! Times pretty bendy and we don't really keep up with it." The unknown laughs, "Well, short answer, Phantom has identified the problem and has attempted to apprehend it. Unfortunately, it's been a week on our end and the perp apparently fell into your world."

Time distortion—Constantine had mentioned it. But they stare at the girl who rambled about their supposed target until Batman cleared his throat, seemingly softer on the girl—someone who was visibly a child.

"Young lady, welcome to the Watchtower. Even id the greeting it late." Batman curtly yet gently says. "May I know your name?"

The girl blinked. "Oh! You can call me Specter, princess of the infinite realms! I'm Phantom and Danny's daughter."

It is then that the possibilities processes in their heads.

One. The Ghost King took the form of his beloved, aka the dead twin brother of one Damian Wayne.

Two. Damian's dead twin and Bruce's dead son might be the queen (consort?) of the infinite realms.

Three. Danyal and Phantom had a daughter. Damian and the rest of the Bar kids were uncles and aunts. Bruce was now officially a grandpa.

Damian faints on the spot.

[eofdragons]

demon twins au but Damien finds Danny openly being dissected.

Robin and Batman got a message from a group calling themselves team phantom. That a young superhero was kidnapped and was being tortured by a fake organization called giw. They even found evidence that the giw tried to kill the kids parents, leaving them seriously injured and unable to take care of their 16 year old daughter.

It was just supposed to be a regular rescue mission when they got the message and evidence from the group. But when they sent pictures of the kidnapped hero. And Damian's skin shivered. The kidnapped hero's face was almost exactly like his. Damien looked over to his father and saw a concentrated look on his face. Was he thinking the same thing Damien was.

About a year ago Damien revealed the fact that he was born a twin. Danyal was supposed to be his right hand man when he became the demon head. When it came to his brother's missions he was like a wild animal. Oftentimes throwing knives into their body's and slowly watching them bleed out. But Danyal would often get sick and be bedridden for weeks. His brother would also get distracted on missions and refuse to work with certain weapons. Damien remember that his brother would often say that the handles were too rough. When Damien looks back on his time with his brother it was pretty clear that his brother had ADHD and autism, especially after his own diagnosis.

When Damien was seven he overheard his grandfather planning on dipping his brother into the pits. It was probably two stop his brother from getting sick. But after seeing Jason's pit rage take over him in training. Damien thought his brother was being punished. Despite Damien's loyalty to the league at the time. He desperately believed in his future with his twin. So we came up with a plan to hide Danyal away from the league and to find him when he was in control, taking his place besides Damien. Damien faked his twins death and hit him in a supplies box. And hoped that he would be safe.

But Danyal was not safe. Damien recognizes the scar that he left on his twin when they separated. A scar on the bridge of his brother's nose. Seeing his twin in those photos. Happy, content, and so insure of himself. Made Damien feel pride that his brother found something in his new life. But it was all tainted with fear. Something happened to his brother that made him a meta. And an organization dressing itself up as the government kidnapped him and is probably torturing him. Made him want to go back to his first days in the manor.

Damian looked backed up to his father. Batman's frown was sharp, father has came to the same collusion as he did. They needed to save Danyal as quickly as possible.

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Robin, RedRobin, Batman and Superboy were fighting their way through a bunch of giw agents. The agents went down easily, their weapons being useless against humans and kryptonians. Robin didn't understand why they kept screaming at them that they were ghosts. But it was clear that they were trying to eradicate the people of the afterlife.

"in about two more doors, you'll find the kid"

Robin overheard through his earpiece. Oracle has already hacked into the giw base. With her and Red Robin's help; they quickly found the giw's main base and where they were keeping his twin. They even found blueprints of their weapons. This organization stole designs off the fentons. Masquerading it as their own. After team phantom gave them instructions on how to dismantle the blasters, it was easy to take them down.

When Batman was organizing the heroes for the rescue mission he of course had to join. It was no given, his father didn't even try to stop him. Red Robin basically invited himself on the mission. Saying that Kong needed to let off some steam and fighting off some secret organization experimenting on metas, it would be a good way to let it out. Damian only let them join because Superboy would be a invaluable asset. Robin and Batman hope that team phantom would be able to help in the mission. But when they met up to discuss how to get into the building. Team phantom was made up of a bunch of civilian kids his age. Only one of them had experience in vigilantesism and the others mainly helped in the background when his brother was fighting. Father made sure that signal and black bat would keep them from charging into the building with them. But if things went South then signal, black bat, and the one vigilante kid would be allowed to go in.

before more thoughts could go through Damien's mind; a smell of iron roughly through its way at him. Damien immediately threw himself at the next door not caring about the agents leg he just broke in three places. Before any of his team could stop him he opened the door. And immediately saw red and green blood.

His brother was strapped down to a medical table. A y shape opened on his stomach and chest. And an unknown man hands deep into his brothers dying body. Seemingly scrambling to grab whatever the left of his brother's mangled organs. Two of the giw agents flanked the man's side. They immediately charged at Damian. Damien cut one of the agents blasters into two with his katana. The other agent instead of using his blaster jumped him. Demon kicked the man in the stomach hard enough to ruption organs. He then used his katana to cut the man's hands clean of his weapon.

Before Damien can go for the unknown man Superboy speeded straight at him. The Kryptonian had the unknown man up by his neck. Damien quickly ran over to his brother. His brother wasn't moving or breathing. the only thing that Damian knew that his brother was still alive was his heart slowly beating inside his mushy chest. It seemed that his brother passed out from the pain of being dissected. Damien decided to break the binds.

His father immediately rushed by his side grabbing a first aid. Grabbing the Fenton fishing line, Some of the only medical devices that would work on his brother; Given to them by team phantom. His father started to placed some of the ripped out organs back into Danyal. Whatever kind of meta Powers his brother was gifted with, one of them seemed to be quick healing. Since most of his organs were squishing and squirming back into place and quickly zipping themselves back up. But some of the organs were just dead. His brother would be missing a big chunk of his gut, part of one of his lungs and one of his kidneys. But if they were quick enough they could save him.

Damien decided to concentrate on breaking the binds, rather then the quick surgery his brother was in. Before Damien knew it his father was picking up Danyal with fresh bright blue stitches in his chest. Danyal twitched while passed out and grabbed at his father's cloak. Now they needed to take Danyal to the medical Bay as quickly as possible.

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I hope to anyone reading this that they liked it. This is my first time writing Gore. So I hope that I didn't disturb anyone. I will be posting this on to my AO3 once my computer is not broken. And I will not continue this so anyone can write more about it.

This is kind of a what if in my AU. If anyone sees any spelling mistakes please tell me.😅

I've never ridden something like this before; I barely write. So this is just kind of a nerving. And I'm very nervous.

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DCxDP Prompt 15 :

Danny/Wes idea, Demon Sibs Combined into it.

Short prompt and vague stuff. If I had to motivation I'll do some continuation to it but picture this.

DanyalDanny knows he's adopted, always had known especially since he was adopted as the Fenton's were out and about looking for ghosts back when he was merely 6, they found him all battered and bloodied up and immediately took him in as their own, Jazz was very pleased with a new little brother and she became her reason to stay and purpose to protect.

The Fentons aren't the best but they loved Danny, Danny could say the same as he was shocked to see their reactions when he first called them 'Mom' and 'Dad'. They burst into tears and pulled Danny into a love filled bear hug, Danny could say it was the most love he has ever felt.

But Danny, he would never talk about his past, no, no, he claimed amnesia. He felt subtle guilt when he lied about it but now it felt insignificant to worry about, after becoming a Halfa due to the portal accident, he found himself in the middle of simping A-listers and a conspiracy theorist who immediately clocked him upon sight(how did he do that??).

Wes Weston always had the affinity of finding out someone's identity behind a mask, he always voiced out these thoughts knowing no one would believe him but at times it can still get pretty annoying. Danny Fenton caught his eye, he never paid attention to the boy but he kept a secret tab on him, the way he walked felt stuff and subtly regal, the way he talked had a hidden southeast accent(?) that Wes couldn't pinpoint where came from.

Considering the Fact that Danny was adopted... Completely out of nowhere, the Fenton's picked up a boy from somewhere in the world and adopted him without question but Wes doesn't think that's suspicious since the Fentons ARE the Fentons after all.

What kept his tabs, and everything else come to life is when Phantom appeared, Kyle Weston, his brother refused to help and exempted himself from Wes's spiraling Theories piling up.

Wes immediately clocked Phantom as Danny, It's too obvious for Christ's sake, Fenton? PHANTOM? It was so original and unoriginal at the same time, Wes still forced his brother to listen and at some point Wes noticed Dash stopped bullying Danny after having Dash listen through Wes's Theoretical Rant.

Dash and Kyle want nothing to do with Danny, they don't have him, they just suspect Wes is secretly gay and his love language is comparing his crush to the awesome town vigilante ghost.

Everything is as normal as everyday until the GIW found out about Danny's identity, The Fenton Parents and Jazz weren't there when they took Danny away for 'Examination'. So Wes did what any normal person would do, pull out the exact blueprint and hidden passageway of The GIW Facility Base and Bust Danny out of there without getting the already wounded and partially open boy even more injured and in pain.

The Fenton parents did everything they could do to hide Danny as soon as they got home after Wes had contacted them somehow, they love their baby boy so much, He's their Danny, their Daniel, their Phantom.

Wes dragged Kyle into the mess, Not that Kyle had any options and thus. With the help of Jazz who was in Gotham for college, The Fenton Parents stayed behind to keep the GIW in Amity, And Wes along with his Begrudgingly Dragged Along Older Brother Kyle, Is heading to Gotham.

Did Danny anticipate that Wes and Kyle both have truth altering possibly also Reality Warping curse that they bend to their will, but then again sometimes they're too stupid and too human to use these curses to their advantage.

They arrived in Gotham and at first everything was Normal, Danny became the Handyman of their free and he'd fix anything for food and any of the sort. Especially candies for children who wanted their toys fixed, Wes was the weird quiet one who was deemed tough on the outside, soft on the inside because of how oddly kind he still was despite his first impressions.

Kyle was the chill one who was denser than rock in most occasions and jazz was the oldest one who was raising them(along with Kyle) as well as pursuing psychology.

Now here comes more of the DC part :

Wes starts to theorize about the bats, same old same old, Danny listens to them intently as Wes makes pretty good points about the identities(Except Bruce Wayne as Batman, cuz that guys a Total Himbo Billionare.)

Danny and Robin meet by pure coincidence. Danny recognizes him immediately, Damian impulsively taking off his mask and charging at Danny, Both knew they were not Clones of each other and Danny comes home with an unmasked Robin and not any of them feels that this is something out of place.

Going as far as serving Damian a plate of food and Danny introducing the Weston Siblings and Jazz. Jazz immediately mentally adopting Damian because he's her baby brother Twin thus he's just another little chick of hers.

For a while Robin takes time to have dinner on their house, Alfred obviously instantly notices but doesn't mention it Infront of others but merely tells Damian to stay safe and eat well.

The Batfam slowly notice the change of demeanor, Damian slowly getting less aggresive and acting softer and perhaps a tad bit too innocent like for their comfort, they finally follow him to the place he frequents and sneaks off to every night and they see him take off his mask and hug someone who's the exact replica of him, just blue eyes.

They see him drop his guard and become comfortable by their small dining table that fits 5 perfectly. If it weren't for his current costume at the time then he would have looked like a normal civilian boy.

Shenanigans Ensue. You guys can take it from here ✨