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Dick's Mistake part 2

Part 2: The Twinkening

Alfred returned to the room precisely seven minutes later with tea, cookies, and an air of suffering.

He entered to find:

Danny perched on the edge of Tim’s bed, awkwardly holding the fancy baton like it might explode.

Tim pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace like a caffeine-addled Victorian ghost.

Dick leaning against the wall, muttering to himself, “But he was small and tired. That was my criteria.”

Alfred set the tray down with all the grace of a long-suffering immortal. “I assume, Master Richard, that you’ve now realized the flaw in abducting strangers based on hair color and vibes.”

Dick raised a finger. “To be fair, the vibes were extremely Tim. Look at him!”

Tim and Danny both looked at each other. Same height. Same black hair in desperate need of conditioner. Same soul-deep eye bags. Same 'I haven’t known peace since middle school' expression.

Danny tilted his head. “Are we… twink clones?”

Tim muttered, “Don’t call us that.”

Danny, without breaking eye contact: “Twins. But make it tragic and underweight.”

Tim let out a strangled noise. “Who are you?!”

“Oh. Right.” Danny raised a hand and offered a sheepish smile. “Danny Fenton. I used to fight ghosts but now I mostly fight the urge to sleep standing up. I was just in town for a conference on ecto-contaminant containment. Then I passed out at a café, and next thing I know, I wake up in the Batcave Barbie Dreamhouse.”

Tim blinked. His brain working in hyperdrive “You’re Danny Phantom?”

Danny flinched. “Dude! Secret identity! Not that anyone actually listens when I say that. But yeah, that’s me. Retired. Ish.”

Tim looked at Dick with wide, betrayed eyes. “You kidnapped a whole-ass ex-hero and put him in my bed!”

Dick threw his hands up. “He looked like you! What was I supposed to do—run a DNA test in the coffee shop?!”

“Yes!” Tim shouted. “Or just… LOOK closer! I don’t wear a ‘Save the Whales’ hoodie and smell like Fudge and Hotdogs!”

Danny looked down at himself. “Okay, rude. I smell awesome. Like danger and mint gum.”

Alfred coughed gently. “While I admire the chaos, might I suggest we move this conversation to a more civilized location? Preferably one with seating for all parties not on a teenager’s bed.”

Twenty minutes later, they were all in the manor’s sitting room, each with a teacup and their own emotional trauma.

Bruce had arrived mid-exposition, having been informed by Alfred with a message that simply read: “Mistaken identity. You have another one now. Good luck.”

Bruce walked in to find two near-identical young men sitting across from him.

Danny gave a little wave. “Hi. I think I’ve been accidentally adopted.”

Bruce blinked slowly. “...I don’t have the energy to process this right now.”

Tim downed the rest of his tea like it was whiskey. “Same.”

Danny looked around and shrugged. “This is kinda par for the course, honestly. I once got mistaken for a ghost prince and accidentally ruled a small spectral kingdom for three weeks.”

Dick perked up. “Wait, for real?”

Danny nodded. “They gave me a crown and everything. It bit me.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Is this going to be another Jason situation where I look away for five minutes and end up with a new child?”

Danny, now very relaxed on the fancy couch: “I mean. I am house-trained and I do my own laundry.”

Tim: “Don’t encourage him!”

Dick: “But think of the possibilities. Twink squared. They could work cases together. Trade skincare tips. Finish each other's trauma responses.”

Danny gave Tim a thoughtful look. “What’s your coffee-to-sleep ratio?”

Tim: “Six to zero.”

Danny fist-bumped him. “Soulmates.”

Bruce made a noise that could only be described as a muffled scream into his tea.

By the end of the evening:

Danny was unofficially invited to stay the night again, but on purpose this time.

Dick was banned from unsupervised retrieval missions.

Alfred was already adding “Fenton” to the list of emergency contacts.

Tim was texting his group chat: Tim: Dick kidnapped a guy who looks like me and I think I accidentally have a sleep twin now. Steph: pics or it didn’t happen Cass: (sends emoji of two identical stick figures with tired eyes and black hair) Jason: I swear if B adopts another one I’m faking my death again.

Danny, curled up on a manor guest bed with a cup of tea and his stolen (borrowed?) hoodie, sighed contentedly.

“Best nap and weirdest kidnapping ever,” he murmured, turning off the light.

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Danny's been on this planet for ... okay, all his time shenanigans, along with natural time blindness, have kind of ruined his ability to tell. He's pretty sure it has been a while, though.

He's getting kind of bored, tbh. I mean, this underground alien fighting pit was pretty amusing for the first hundred or so fights, but they're starting to get monotonous. And he's pretty miffed at the fact that everyone fighting is kidnapped. And enslaved! Rude, honestly.

He hears the din above raise to an obscene level. Danny looks up as the new contender gets thrown into the pit. His eyes widen, and a feral grin spreads across his face.

The new fighter looks human. It's been so long since he's seen another human-esque person. Ooh, they even smell like earthling! And! Better yet! Simmering below their anger is ectoplasm.

Well, butter biscuits. He wants to fight the human. (Ghost rough house ftw!) But now he also just wants to bust outa this joint and take the human with him. Maybe get a drink. Have a latte, sip some chai tea. No time for a bubble bath, though.

His hand is to his chin, and he's rocking his head side to side in contemplation when the decision is made for him by a right hook to the jaw.

"So rude! I was making a decision!" He starts to duck and weave around the other fighter's fists.

"Sucks to be you. I'm not waitin' for ya to decide how yer gonna kick my ass."

Danny scoffs. "I was," he dodges a kick and the follow up fist it tried to hide, "deciding whether to fight or leave and we could," duck, duck, boop the nose, "go get a drink. I'm sure this planet has a bar or something."

The fighter makes an affronted noise at the boop. "What the fuck? Don't fuckin' lie. You killed all the other fighters you went up against!"

Danny smiles, "Did I?"

"Yes!"

"According to whom?" Danny was king. THE king. Of everything. He was OP af. Like he was going to kill his fight buddies! That's just bad manners! He got all his opponents free with liberal amounts of ectoplasm and creative use of portals.

Block, block, swipe kick. Ooooh, they've got moves. What was that flippy thing???

"OhMyAncients, you're so fun!!" Danny dodges another onslaught before dancing away to put distance between them. "Call me Barghest, he/him. What can I call you? Your pronouns? I need something more than 'new fighter' for my inner dialogue."

The other fighter pauses, looking thoroughly confused. "... Red Hood. He/him?? What is happening right now?"

"Now? I'm gonna tear this fuckin' place to the ground and you and I are getting a drink."

Hood scoffs. "I've seen you fight. You don't have the ability to tear this place down."

Danny glances at the alien ring. There are inhibitors and reinforced containments everywhere. The entire place is built to keep some of the most dangerous beings in the universe inside the pit to fight to the death.

This place was formidable, but it was meant for the living.

Danny shrugs. "I'm here on vacation."

"On vacation." Hood deadpans.

"Yup. I was bored. Thought only using my enhancement powers in a fighting pit would be a blast! And I was absolutely correct." He grins, letting his power flash his eyes green, then blue. "This was fun, but I'd rather chill with you now." He lets his power flash freeze all the containment contingencies around the pit, then lets his power shatter it all into dust accompanied by the lovely screams of the crowd. "I do have a few people I actually have to deal with first, but would you like to get outa here?"

Hood stares at his offered hand for a moment before giving a casual shrug. "Fuck it." Hood walks forward and reaches his hand out before pausing, "I gotta kill some people before we bounce, too."

Danny threw his head back and laughed. "Oh, I don't need to kill them. But I can respect the grind." He takes Hood's hand, and in the next breath, they're behind the owner of the underground ring, most of his upper lieutenants and about 30 alien goons.

Red Hood and Danny move in tandem, each taking a side and weaving their way through the group. They dodge, turn, disarm, and maneuver opponents into each others attacks in some of the most coordinated movement Danny has ever experienced. As if he knew exactly where Hood was going to be, going to strike, going to dip. It's amazing. His thoughts are static except for internal screaming. He stans this human so fucking hard.

As the leader finally fell to Hood's blade (where did those come from???) Danny turns to him with barely contained excitement. "Are we best friends? I think we just became best friends!"

"Uh..."

"Nope. Time's up. You're mine now. Besties forever." Danny opens his armory pocket dimension and pulls out some light body armor, a few blades, a couple of handguns, and an RPG. "New bestie, I bequeath unto thee protection! Let's go blow some shit up!"

Red Hoods smile finally matches his own. "I could be down for that."

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Superman 2025 was fantastic. I enjoyed literally every moment of it. Have some Robins instead.

Once again, I could not resist the calls of sibling dynamics

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So AO3 and Tumblr are now dating, I guess?

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Superman says fuck ICE. Be like Superman

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Envious of fictional characters who always have jobs they can solve by hitting with a sword. All my problems require emails, and those are quite difficult to hit with a sword.

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Superbat commission

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Mini Prompt: Fight Me

Damian didn’t have high hopes when he saw that the new kid, Danny Fenton, at school would be joining fencing club.

Which is why it angered him so much when he lost three times in row to Danny. Worst of all he did it with a smile, and words of encouragement after each match.

At the same time though this was the most excitable moment he’s had while in this club. No one else has ever been near his skill level before, and he was frankly ready to get quit because of the boredom.

There was no way Damian could leave now though, not after such an embarrassing loss. He vowed then and there that Danny was his enemy, and he would defeat him.

It was when Damian was observing Danny during another fight that he noticed it. Danny wasn’t just a skilled fencing player, he was trained to fight with an actual blade.

Was Danny also trained to be an assassin from a young age? He had to know more.

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the symbiotic relationship between tumblr and AO3 should be studied in a lab

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Superman is his favourite…

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Danny has found a small-ish floating island in the Zone that isn't claimed by anyone. Dibs.

He starts altering it, and finds out that for ghosts it's like, super easy. He's literally just grabbing bits of ecto and forming it into what he wants, like putty.

He takes inspiration from his favorite Animal Crossing save, and shapes this floating island to be a place for him to just...go chill.

He names it the same thing he named his Animal Crossing island; Potato.

Danny loves Potato Island. It's his new favorite place to go to unwind.

The blob ghosts like his little ecto lakes and ponds, and will take the form of random fish to play in them. Some of them like to pretend to be caught when he goes "fishing", and are very proud when he takes photos with them and tells them what a big catch they are.

There's his house, based on the Animal Crossing one he designed, and there's a few other empty ones as well.

There's shops, based after the ones on his islands, that have no wares and no one to run them.

But that's fine, this is all just so he can relax.

Except one day, a ghost he hasn't met before asks if they can have one of the houses. That in return, they'll run one of the shops.

Danny agrees! He was getting kind of lonely anyways, and he's not on the island all the time.

Then another ghost asked. Then another.

Now his little project island is a bustling avenue of shops and locals, with celebrations for Ghost holidays he's never heard of planned out, and a small city council to gather up concerns and bring them to his attention if the city council can't resolve them.

Usually it's infrastructure, since no one but Danny can make alterations to the island. The political stuff stays firmly in the hands of the elected officials.

Potato Island is a small, peaceful hub of trade and Danny is Very Proud.

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Meanwhile, the Justice League Dark is very happy that there's an interdimensional, peaceful trading village in the Infinite Realms that they can do their shopping at with ease.

The locals like to barter, which is ideal for Magic Users, and Potato Island (wild name but whatever) is protected by a very powerful spirit, so JLD members don't have to worry about being attacked while there.

Billy, though; Billy has a whole other reason to seek Potato Island out; he needs a place to live as a human. He can open his own portals and go back to Earth, and he's not stupid, he knows not to eat food from the Realms, but he's...a little tired of being homeless.

As Captain Marvel, everyone thinks he's an adult and that he has a secret base to live in.

But as Billy, who no one in the hero community knows, he's been living on the streets, and he wants security.

So the next time he goes to Potato Island, he explores it, searching for the Island's guardian; Phantom.

He has a favor to ask.

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Muscle Memory (DpxDc)

Jason barely remembered getting back to his safe house or even finding his way to bed. The night had been so tiring, so busy, and so many parts of his body hurt.

The moment his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. Drifting off into dreamland for some much need sleep.

That was until a noise stirred him up from his sleep. It was a soft creak of one of his many loose floorboards.

It was in a flash that Jason was up, eyes still heavy with sleep, and a gun held to his thigh as he exited his bedroom. The soft light coming from his bathroom was the first hint.

When he pushed open the bathroom door, the sight before him had him holstering his weapon. Black hair, blue eyes, and blood. That's all Jason needed to see.

Jason would swear he wasn't still half asleep, that he knew this wasn't one of his brothers. In reality, still sluggish from a hard night and sleep deprivation, Jasin's brain had automatically assumed it was one of his baby brothers.

As he immediately settled into patching up the wounds, holding back questions for now. It wouldn't be the first time one of them came to him for aid when they didn't want Bruce to know they were hurt yet.

It was pure muscle memory as Jason worked. Yes, he didn't like the injuries, reminding himself to ask which rogue did this in the morning.

Now wasn't the time for an interrogation. Not with the barely concealed tears in those eyes, or the dark bags that decorated beneath them.

He barely grumbled for the teen to take the couch, reminding that there were extra blankets in the hallway closet. Dropping a few pills into the boy's hand to help with the pain he was surely in.

Jason left the mess in the bathroom, leaving it a problem for more awake him. He waved the boy off when he tried to speak, telling him they'll talk in the morning.

In the end, Jason was glad to finally face plant back into his bed. Barely bothering to curl up under the covers before sleep took over once again.

When morning came, Jason almost forgot about letting one of his brother's crash in his place. Stumbling out of his bedroom to immediately notice the lump on his couch.

He put a pot of coffee on, grabbing his phone, ready to let Bruce know that whoever came to him last night was safe and sound.

Except, when Jason moved over to confirm who it was, he finally noticed. This wasn't one of his brothers. And last he heard, Bruce hadn't taken in any new strays.

Jason stood over the sleeping boy, phone in one hand, and mind figuring out what to do. His mind replaying the half-asleep memories from last night.

It made sense, now that he thought about it. The boy had seemed so scared, so surprised that Jason was helping. The boy hadn't done anything either by the looks of it.

He didn't seem to have taken anything or even snooped. The boy seemed to have just crashed on the couch like Jason had told him to. He didn't come here to rob him or cause trouble. The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.

The kid had broken into his safe house only to raid his first aid kit.

Well, Jason wasn't about to put Alfred's teachings to shame by being a horrible host either.

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Tim and Bruce getting into an argument bcs Tim demands to be independent and NOT get involved in the mess of being a legal part of the Wayne family, and Bruce being final on the fact that Tim is FIFTEEN and needs a legal guardian. out of spite Tim asks the person he thinks Bruce would approve of as a guardian the least to sign some guardian papers.

Tim: you don’t have to do anything parental i just REALLY wanna make Batman mad and i get the sense that our wishes align on that specific aspect so if you could just sign here for shits and giggles-

Red Hood:

Red Hood, rapidly changing his plans on how to deal with getting revenge on Bruce because his replacement is actually kinda hysterical: if we’re doing this we’re fucking doing it right, kid

Bruce shows up to Tim’s next parent teacher conference because hey just because he’s being given the silent treatment over this whole adoption thing doesn’t mean he’s going to slack off on his parental duties, only to freeze in the doorway because Tim Drake-Hood is stood there with his shiny new CRIME LORD LEGAL GUARDIAN giving him the most SHIT EATING GRIN POSSIBLE, and he almost has a panic attack on the spot.

Jason’s really getting into this whole caretaker thing. he’s doing school runs, delivering home cooked meals to Drake manor, helping with homework, this was his fucking CALLING. Tim is having the time of his life because him and Hood actually get along really well, but then he realises two weeks in that it turns out Hood is actually Jason fucking Todd, and he has to deal with the existential crisis of causing the very thing he was trying to stop because he is now technically a legal child of the Wayne family.

out of embarrassment for the fact that he failed and amazement at the fact that he’s bonding so well with Bruce’s dead kid and his own childhood hero (who is now a badass crime lord that lets him call for advice about english assignments while organising drug runs and picks up batburger on his way home from weapon shipments, seriously what more could Tim want in a parent), Tim somehow becomes even more invested in hiding Red Hood’s identity than Jason is.

Bruce has just been in a constant state of panic for the past three months and he doesn’t know what to fucking do. Dick was concerned for Tim up until he demanded to have dinner with him and his new ‘guardian’ to vet the guy and Jason, who stopped caring about his identity when he realised how much being a working dad agrees with his mental health and is only actively keeping his identity from Bruce for Tim’s pride’s sake, takes off his helmet to eat and Dick stares at him frozen for fifteen minutes across the table before finally pointing at the two and saying ‘you know what? he didn’t even tell me Jason was dead until after the funeral. whatever the fuck’s going on here? he has it coming. proceed.’

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Danny was tired, like 'I feel it in my bones and soul' tired. And he didn't want sleep at home because there's only so many nights, he could spend lying awake making sure his heart was beating in case his parents checked on him.

Currently he was flying aimlessly not really taking in his surroundings, but he could neither sleep while flying or fly forever. Normally he'd sleep over at Sam or Tucker's, but the Mansons had made it clear that he wasn't welcome at their house anymore and Tucker was grounded. Both would sneak him in if he asked, but he didn't want them to get in trouble for him. Which leads him to decide between his two choices, sleeping in a graveyard, or sleeping in a forest.

The graveyard was a little crowded with all the ghosts that called it home but he could probably find a quiet spot to sleep. The forest had a great view of the stars but was filled with traps from both his parents and the GIW after tracking his ecto-signature. Both options weren't appealing, but he wasn't about to chance sleeping on the roof of his house again. There were too many ghost detecting guns attached to it now. Danny sighed, graveyard it was, at least the ecto from all the shades/ghosts would hide him well enough. Decision made, now all he had to do was make his way over there. But first, where the heck was he? Danny looked around at the unfamiliar grey sky and gargoyles littered around and realized he had no clue where he was. He must have flown too far away from Amity without noticing...Again. It was really becoming a bad habit. Danny stared down at the city's inhabitants that were going home or heading to nightshifts or whatever and dreaded the long flight back to his town. And maybe it was ghost instinct, or maybe it was just his exhaustion. But his brain suggested 'What if I just possess someone?' And to him that seemed like a perfectly logical train of thought. He wouldn't control their body or anything, just sleep in their skin...That did not make it sound better at all. Before he could think twice, someone left a general store, arms filled with stuff and somehow projecting an aura of safety. The two thoughts of 'They look comfy' and 'screw it' clashed together in his head as he made the very stupid decision of performing a swan drive right into the someone. "WHAT THE-" "Don't worry, I'll be gone by morning I just need to sleep" Danny cut off the persons freakout-he should really get their name at some point- he would have explained more but the sleep gods had already done their job. This left one very confused, scared, and freaked out Batkid.