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I Promise the Tea Isn't Poisoned

“Talia is in Gotham.”

After Spoiler shared this the comms erupted with chatter. There were a few groans from people, nobody liked dealing with the League of Assassins, but they were silenced by Bruce. 

“Spoiler, follow from a safe distance. Signal, go to her location and provide back-up. Stay on her until the night shift is able to come out and assist. Do not interact unless the situation changes. We don’t move until we find out exactly why she is in Gotham.”

Steph and Duke both affirmed their orders and muted their comms. Damian, who was just getting out of school tapped into the communication line. 

“Mother is likely here to visit me. My birthday is in a few weeks, she will want to wish me well before trying to bring me back into the League. Give me her location and I will see her leave quickly.”

Steph quickly rattled off their current location and Damian got into the car, Alfred was picking him up today. As they headed out another announcement was made, this time by Duke. 

“Uh guys, I think Talia is here to kill someone.” 

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Danyal had led her on either the most random tour of Gotham or he knew she was following him. Two of Bruce’s children were already on her tail, she needed to either confront Danyal quickly or pull off and kill him another time. 

Talia followed Danyal to a cafe where he went up to the counter and ordered two drinks; chai.

Her cover was blown. 

Normally Talia would either retreat or make a move to quickly finish her target, but something in her made her hesitate. A burning curiosity. She wanted to know why Danyal was here in Gotham. She could only think of one reason why this man would want to be here. 

Talia followed Danyal to the back corner of the cafe and sat at his table with grace.

“It’s been twenty years Danyal, why aren’t you dead like I had prayed you were?”

Danyal scrunched his face when she said his name. 

“Always so direct, I almost missed that about you.”

He pushed forward the chai and took a sip of his. 

“But then I remember all the shit you put me through and I’m reminded why I ran away.”

 Talia smiled fondly. 

“The one successful thing you accomplished and it was being a coward, so like you, Danyal.”

He rolled his eyes at her. 

“Yeah between getting killed by you or the Demon Head, or deserting and being killed, I was really thriving on options.” He said flatly. 

Talia clicked her tongue, “You could have achieved any basic task and you would have been fine.” She gave a fake look of pity. “But clearly that was too large an expectation. Father should have let me dispose of you when we first smelled your weakness.”

Danyal smirked. 

“Well I escaped your notice for twenty odd years, so I’d say if anyone was the failure here. It’s you.”

The assassin's eyes turned to ice. 

“You were lucky.” She carefully stirred her drink and took a sip. “Be grateful we never put in the effort to confirm your death.”

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“Signal, Spoiler, explain.”

“Well we’ve been following Talia for like 8 blocks and she's been following this dude the entire time.”

“What does he look like? Do you have confirmation on his identity yet?” Bruce asked.

Duke spoke up this time. 

“We haven’t been able to get a glimpse of his face yet. He’s tall, around 6-foot, athletic, black hair, in his mid-twenties I think, could be Middle Eastern or White.”

“Robin, what's your ETA?” Steph asked. 

“Five minutes, there was a car crash in the Diamond District. The delay is being dealt with.”

“They are going into a cafe, the Batty Grind. Oracle can you see if the security system inside has audio? If not I can try to shadow travel and drop a bug under their table, they are going to sit in the far corner near the camera.”

“Camera’s do have audio, I’ll try to filter out the background noise and parse through their conversation on our channel.”

Duke and Steph leapt into the alley next to the cafe, near the side entrance. If Talia tried anything they would be able to react quickly and hopefully get the man to safety. They listened with bated breath as Barbara patched the conversation inside to their comms. 

“Be grateful we never put in the effort to confirm your death.”

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Danny scoffed. 

“Yeah I’ll be sure to include that in the list of things I’m thankful for this year when Thanksgiving rolls around.”

Talia pounced on the information. 

“So you’ve been in America for a while then?”

Danny snorted. 

“Actually I’ve been all over the world, but yeah I’ve settled here. So many interesting things in this nation, especially the lack of insane ninjas who kept trying to get me to kill for them.”

Talia ignored the taunt.

“And what interest do you have in Gotham?”

“Business. Not that you care. So tell me Talia, what do you want?”

Talia smiled coyly. 

“Oh Danyal, you know I wouldn’t want to be rude and talk about myself. Now answer the question, why are you in Gotham?”

Danny thought carefully about his answer. He was not going to give her any details about his life, he might as well kill everyone he cared about himself. But the trick to dealing with the League of Assassins was to figure out why they were here and see if he could jeopardize their mission at the risk of interacting with him. If Talia was so focused on him being in Gotham, then there must be something here that she doesn’t want him to know about. 

If there was one thing Danny Fenton was good at, it was pissing off his adversaries. 

“Well the atmosphere might be a bit depressing, but the money to be made is worth it. Besides, Gotham is a very interesting place.”

Danny leaned forward and made a guess. 

“And the people are what really draw me here.”

Lightning quick, Talia pulled out a knife and stabbed Danny’s hand through the table. The man didn’t so much as blink, instead he started to smile, bingo. 

“If you so much as breathe near Damian I will make you feel pain in ways that you will wish you never left the League in the first place.”

“Damian huh, and who is that?”

Spoiler and Signal broke into the cafe and chaos descended as Damian Wayne himself walked in the front door. 

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Say Shawarma Right Now

It was a rainy August afternoon when Talia arrived in Gotham. It wasn’t a shock that it was raining, it always rained in Gotham. A depressing city with a depressing atmosphere. Why her love and son were so obsessed with it she would never know. So while Talia was prepared with her umbrella as she walked through the streets, waiting for her son’s compatriots to notice she was in town, she did not expect the humidity. This city always found a way to make her miserable. 

While she waited for her son to come find her, Talia made her way to her favorite local street vendor. A wonderful immigrant woman from Iran who had married a Turkish man and moved to the United States with hopes of grandeur. She had a talent for seasonings unheard of on this side of the Atlantic and it always made suffering through her chattering worth it. 

Talia noticed him as she made her way down the international market. A tall man with broad shoulders and a fit build. Not too muscular but enough to prove he went to the gym regularly. He was laughing loudly as he talked to the shawarma lady while she made his food. The cook was talking about how her son had finally gotten a girlfriend but forgot her birthday and was desperately trying to make it up to her. 

“Say wallah right now!” He jokingly exclaimed. 

“Wallah! Now I have a moping son and a no good husband stinking up the house right now. What I wouldn’t give to have a good boy like you as my child!”

Talia was on edge, something about this man was familiar to her. She couldn’t place where, but instinctually the assassin knew she knew this man. In her line of work, being able to place a face was the difference between life and death.

Talia took a seat at a nearby bench and began studying his side profile. He had thick black hair with an undercut and longer bangs on the front, a black stud on his lower lobe, and lightly tanned skin that would allow him to pass as white as long as he stayed out of the sun. While his piercing blue eyes should have been the first thing anyone would notice about him, it was the small curving scar behind his ear that instantly clued Talia in on his identity. 

“How much longer do you plan on staying in Gothman Danyal?” The cook asked. 

“Ah, I'm only here for another week now. Looks like we are closing the deal and I’ll be heading home.”

Danyal gave a cheerful smile to the lady as she handed him his food. 

“It’s partly why I came here to visit you, Mina. No one back home knows how to season like you do.” 

He leaned in and spoke low, “Or give me as good a discount.”

Mina tsked and smacked the man, “What a beggar! Got yourself a big fancy job and you’re still here asking for money off!”

Danyal winked at her and took a bite of his food, groaning in appreciation. 

Mina smiled, “Well I’m going to miss you dear boy. Please come visit some time.” 

“Boy?! How many times do I have to tell you I’m thirty!”

Danyal smiled genuinely and handed her a bright green business card, “But of course I’m going to visit. Here, this has my number on it, remind me to come visit in a couple months when you realize your best customer needs to help you pay your bills.”

She took the card and giggled. 

“Green? Really Danyal, you ought to be more professional with the job you have, this is why I call you boy. That and you barely look a day past twenty-three.” 

Danyal giggled and walked away, taking his meal with him. Talia was no longer hungry anymore. After a few moments she stood up and slowly followed him. She needed to know why he was in Gotham, she needed to know why he was alive. 

As they walked through the streets Talia noticed that Danyal was dry, the rain hadn’t stopped the entire time she had been in Gotham yet somehow Danyal had not a drop of moisture on him. He must have some device on him that allowed him to stay dry, there was no natural explanation. Dangerous she thought. Yet the moment the thought occurred to her, she recoiled at the idea. Danyal was a pathetic assassin, he had no talent for the craft at all and after all this time he finally instilled caution in her? Something was wrong, and Talia was determined to figure out what. If nothing else, she would finally achieve her greatest regret and kill Danyal herself. 

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Here is a prologue of sorts I wrote for this concept because electro-magnetic wave theory was rotting my brain:

Danyal can remember the exact moment he realized his mother did not love him.

They were at a bazar in Afghanistan on a mission to eliminate a local trader who used the spice market as a front for moving around historic relics. The League was interested in uncovering who his supplier was so that they might over take his business as an additional revenue source for the organization.

Talia was pulling a six year-old Danyal around the busy market place as they cased the area before moving in. She had resorted to holding his hand after some mothers and traders stared at her judgmentally when they saw that her son was moving slowly within the fast moving lanes of people.

Danyal knew that Talia hadn't wanted to take him but their mark was a loyal husband with a soft spot for children so the sacrifice had to be made. He knew he was slowing her down as he kept looking around the bazar, but the place was so loud and vibrant that Danyal couldn't help but stare. The League was so quiet and dull in comparison to the lively energy of the outside world. He knew as soon as this mission was over they were heading straight back to the mountains and his training would commence once again.

Nails dug into the palm of Danyal's hand, not enough to draw blood but plenty to hurt. The sharp pain caused Danyal to look away from the bartering of the people in the area and focus on the mark before him.

The kindly middle aged man was finishing up with his customers, a mother and son. As the woman picked up her tins of saffron and cardamom the trader leaned down to the child. The fine lines of his face crinkled as he smiled and pulled out candy to give to the small boy. The boy gasped and got visibly giddy, but stopped just short of reaching out, looking to his mother for permission. She smiled fondly and gave him a nod, the boy cheered and grabbed the candy, making sure to thank the man who gave it to him.

As the two walked off and the trader went back into his store, Danyal looked to Talia. The assassin did not look at him.

The boy headed forward with their plan.

"Mama, mama! Look they have star anise. Can we get some please? I want chai!"

Danyal pulled Talia excitedly, something he would never dare try at the League.

"Yes habibi, but first we need the things we actually came here for." Talia's voice was sweet and playful, perfectly disarming.

The salesman greeted them and began chatting with Talia, showing her the selection he had. As Talia moved them in further to the store, Danyal quietly split off from the pair. He snuck around the counter and searched for the ledger he had been tasked to find.

There were sacks of spices everywhere and the shelves of the counter only had spare spice tins and metal scoopers alongside the occasional paper. None of which he was looking for. Minutes went by as Talia continued to talk with the man; pleasantries as she falsely tried to negotiate the price of what she was buying.

Danyal felt sweat beading down his face as he began panicking with more time passing and no ledger was found. As he lifted his head to get out from under the counter he bumped his head, the sound was audible enough that the trader stopped talking with Talia and looked around.

"Where is your son?" He asked.

Before he could move away to search for Danyal, Talia slit his throat. The body slumped on the counter in front of Danyal. The blood quickly pooling across the dark wood and dripping onto his shoes. He swallowed quickly and began searching again, this time with the unseeing gaze of the kind man staring at him as he did so.

The judgement of two parents was felt as Danyal failed to find what he was searching for. His hands were shaking, more sweat was building, his heart raced as he desperately continued to look.

Then, as if the dead spoke to him, a flash of inspiration hit him. The spice bags. Danyal stuck his hand into a few, feeling nothing, but on the third his hand hit something. Quickly he pulled out the item, ignoring the mess he was creating on the floor as chili powder overflowed from the bag. Wrapped in a clear bag was the ledger.

Danyal rushed to show Talia, who had moved to cover the entrance while he had searched.

"Bring the contents back to the League. We can't leave together now that you're filthy."

Talia moved to exit the building, pausing just at the threshold. Her back still to Danyal.

"The Demon Head will be hearing about your blunder today."

As she moved through the bazar, disappearing quickly in the crowd, Danyal felt her disappearing in his heart as well. His shoes were bloody and sticky, his hands were covered in spices, and his eyes were watering. For a moment he considered chasing after Talia, begging for just a moment of comfort. But Danyal knew instantly that that would never happen. His mother would sooner slit his throat like the spice trader's than ever show even a modicum of care for her son.

Danny and Damian are related, with a twist.

Danny is the son of Talia Al Ghul, however he is NOT the son of Bruce Wayne. Ra’s has had his eyes on various people across the world that have either impressed him or show a unique skill set that he’d like to have. One such person was under the both categories and he got Talia to collect a DNA sample and as a result Danny was born.

This was before Bruce’s time with the League by a few years, but very quickly Danny was not meeting expectations. And by the time Bruce did show up Ra’s had lost all interest in Danny, moving on to better things.

Talia always hated Danny because she was forced to have him with a man who she never liked in the first place. Furthermore, because his skillset was lacking she found that even more reason for her distain. In her eyes, he wasn’t worth even considering her blood.

Danny, knowing that he was doomed if he didn’t make an escape, left the league sometime around when Bruce was moving up the ranks and was making waves within the organization. Perfect timing honestly, any attention he might have had was quickly gone when this prodigy showed up.

Danny escaped the League and went into hiding quickly after, settling on a rural area of the United States after bouncing around countries for a few months. This was mainly because Jasmine Fenton saw a young boy pick pocketing strangers while her family was visiting Chicago and scolded him. Her mother and father saw the boy and also lectured him to which Danny responded it was his only option (he was trying to get this loud family off his back so he could sneak away). Eventually the Fentons decide that if he has nowhere to go he might as well go with us, and Danny decides blending in with a Nuclear Family is the best way to ensure that his peaceful life away from the League stays that way. Oh how little did he know.

Flash forward a few years, Talia, who was visiting Gotham to check on Damian, sees a glimpse of a boy (now man) she thought she had forgotten. Her blood runs cold, if this abomination is in Gotham then her son is likely in danger and she would never let anything happen to Damian.

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Danny and Damian are related, with a twist.

Danny is the son of Talia Al Ghul, however he is NOT the son of Bruce Wayne. Ra’s has had his eyes on various people across the world that have either impressed him or show a unique skill set that he’d like to have. One such person was under the both categories and he got Talia to collect a DNA sample and as a result Danny was born.

This was before Bruce’s time with the League by a few years, but very quickly Danny was not meeting expectations. And by the time Bruce did show up Ra’s had lost all interest in Danny, moving on to better things.

Talia always hated Danny because she was forced to have him with a man who she never liked in the first place. Furthermore, because his skillset was lacking she found that even more reason for her distain. In her eyes, he wasn’t worth even considering her blood.

Danny, knowing that he was doomed if he didn’t make an escape, left the league sometime around when Bruce was moving up the ranks and was making waves within the organization. Perfect timing honestly, any attention he might have had was quickly gone when this prodigy showed up.

Danny escaped the League and went into hiding quickly after, settling on a rural area of the United States after bouncing around countries for a few months. This was mainly because Jasmine Fenton saw a young boy pick pocketing strangers while her family was visiting Chicago and scolded him. Her mother and father saw the boy and also lectured him to which Danny responded it was his only option (he was trying to get this loud family off his back so he could sneak away). Eventually the Fentons decide that if he has nowhere to go he might as well go with us, and Danny decides blending in with a Nuclear Family is the best way to ensure that his peaceful life away from the League stays that way. Oh how little did he know.

Flash forward a few years, Talia, who was visiting Gotham to check on Damian, sees a glimpse of a boy (now man) she thought she had forgotten. Her blood runs cold, if this abomination is in Gotham then her son is likely in danger and she would never let anything happen to Damian.

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Yo tumblr needs to stop recommending me the same goddamn book in between every two blog posts. Like please at least give me some variation between ads if you’re going to spam me with them.

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Defeated—

Danny is the victim again, because they think he’s the villain.

“I’ll never give up on you.”

⟢ Sketch of Danny being pinned down by the hand of a GiW agent. Pinterest inspiration doesn’t do me any good. This sat in my head for a while now and it needed to get out.

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DC x DP prompt - sex growl

Phantom, new Rogue in Gotham: I know that's you, Bruce. We hooked up too many times in college for me to not recognize your sex growl.

Batman, panicking that his college crush is a rogue and also here: Hm.

Nightwing, practiced the Batman Voice for months to fill in when needed, traumatized all over again: YOUR *WHAT*

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I like how it’s a canon event in the dpxdc fandom to make Cass say “New brother?” Every time they meet Danny.

A fic just really isn’t complete without her saying it at least once

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DP x DC but it’s Durarara!!! Inspired:

Danny got his head cut off at some point and is now rolling around Gotham (and other cities) looking for it. He’s stuck in Phantom form cause he for sure can’t turn back into a human with no head, he’d be dead. So now he’s got this whole Black Rider situation where he’s riding through town on his bike and a neon green kitty biker helmet with the cartoon face.

No one knows who this guys is or what he wants, only that he glows and always shows up a hot spots of crime. Any time there is a trade deal about to go down the glowing cyclist shows up, makes chaos, and leaves after. They aren’t sure if he’s trying to make power play moves or if he’s looking for something, but they damn well are going to find out.

Meanwhile Danny is trying to go to every single illegal trade/auction he can get to hoping someone has his head. He’s mainly trying for the supernatural ones but figured maybe the normies got it for some fucked up reason. Also he’d really appreciate if the Justice League and various other heroes would stop trying to corner him like a villain, he can’t really talk right now and he doesn’t think they are going to try playing charades with him to try and explain the situation.

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Happy Dannypocalypse everyone!

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Playing around with an older Phantom design who spent some time with the "hospitality" of the GIW.

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Clark Kent is firmly in his civilian persona. This is a problem, given that the airplane he's on with Lois is about to collide with another plane on the runway.

He can see the other plane about to t-bone them, and is fully prepared to...somehow fumble his way through an explanation as to why he disappeared and superman took his place, but the meta kid sitting next to him has a different idea.

The meta kid let's out a strangled shriek, grips the armrests of the seat, and the entire plane goes intangible.

The other plane delicately just...glides through their plane, and everyone on their plane and everyone on the other plane just stare at each other as they pass by in horrified silence.

The people seated where the other planes engines are passing through harmlessly initially let out a few terrified screams, but they taper off when they realize that nothing is happening.

Then it's over.

The kid, hyperventilating, lets go of the armrests once the other plane has completely cleared them, and immediately goes for one of those little baggies to empty the contents of his stomach.

His nose is bleeding, his ears are bleeding, and he looks dazed. He clearly overdid it.

Clark is running a hand up and down his back, trying to get him comfortable, while the other passengers and crew stare at the kid in awe.

After all, there's only one person acting like this after something as insane as making every single person intangible. It has to be the kid. The kid has to be a meta, and that meta just saved all of them.

But the kid peeks up at Clark, eyes full of fear, and says something that makes his heart drop into his stomach.

"Please don't tell my parents."

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I started Hannibal recently and Hannibal Lecturer is the definition of “I can make him worse”

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House would have figured out what’s wrong with Will Graham after nearly killing him and would have been like oh yeah also your therapist has been feeding you poison chicken soup that’s why you’re getting worse, probably should check his freezer too the guys not subtle with the cannibalism. But it’s easy to miss all this when you’re getting bent over the therapy chair instead of sitting in it.

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DPxDC Mechanical Engineer Danny

Danny caught the attention of Batman while studying at Gotham University for his alternative energy projects. He’s hired right out of college to work on the Watchtower.

He shows absolutely no tell of his abilities till there’s a dire situation- Flash’s electric discharge messes with one of his projects in progress and the whole base would have lost air pressure if he hadn’t done a quick fix using telekinesis and ice.

Of course Batman notices.

Batman assumes the worst- he suspects Danny’s a rogue of some kind, someone who has infiltrated the Justice League with an ulterior motive. But he can’t just fire Danny now- he’s the only one who knows how the new Watchtower energy source works. Plus, he’s not letting Danny go anywhere until he’s figured out his true motives.

Cue Batman subtly testing Danny- tossing things at him to trigger inhuman fast reflexes, having him lift too-heavy machinery, setting up convenient opportunities to steal or snoop or otherwise be up to no good. Danny does take advantage but only once, to use a computer terminal with unlocked clearance. He didn’t plant any bugs that Barman could find, and he otherwise kept up his powerless civilian act perfectly.

Still, Batman’s not satisfied. He brings an infrasonic sound emitter to Danny’s lab one day, and that, of all things, is what gets Danny to break.

“I know what you’re doing,” Danny admits with a sigh, finally. “If you’re really that suspicious of me, I can leave, but I kinda like my job so I’d prefer not to. The benefits are insane compared to what’s standard.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure. yeah. How about you turn off the freaking noise generator and we can talk?”

“Hm.” Batman obliges, and he takes the stool next to Danny at his gesture.

“Number one, I’m not a meta. Despite all the data and conclusions you’ve probably drawn otherwise. Number two, I’m on your side. I’m here to work on the base, that’s it. I follow your rules to the letter.”

“The-“

“The classified files I looked at? Yeah that was the one exception. You already know what I looked at, I’m sure, but maybe you haven’t figured out why. It goes back to point one- I may not be a meta, but I am something that organization, the GIW, cares about. I looked at your files on them to sus out your relations. Seeing as I don’t particularly love being the victim to twelve degrees of human rights violations if I can avoid it.”

“Hm.” The Ghost Intelligence Ward was one of many government agencies that the Justice League hadn’t worked closely with. But they also hadn’t been flagged for Justice League investigation. Danny’s comments made him doubt that call.

“Any other questions?”

“If you’re not a meta, what are you?”

“I’m an engineer. A pretty decent one. And I’d really, really like it to stay that way.”

Batman considers, and ultimately lets him stay. He likes Danny (everyone likes Danny), and it would be a massive pain in the ass to replace him. He really is a good engineer.

It’s only much later that his faith in Danny is repaid in spades.

Batman finds Danny on the Watchtower command bridge. Alarms are blaring, the station has been knocked out of orbit, out the window there’s shrapnel floating everywhere as a space battle rages around them.

On the station it’s chaos. Technicians run around, shouts from the med bay, sparks from the walls.

Batman and Danny stand at the main controls, watching the battle outside, stoic, unmoving.

Wonder Woman’s harried voice crackles through on coms: “We need backup.”

“There is no more backup.” Batman replies, while looking pointedly at Danny.

“What?”

Batman doesn’t move.

“What.”

“The impact from Darkseid’s initial attack should have sent this station on a terminal trajectory toward the planet.”

“Well. We aren’t currently plummeting to our deaths, so turns out it didn’t do that.”

“You did something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re lying.”

“Maybe Superman nudged us back on course in all the chaos.”

“I’ve been watching the trackers. No one else with the capability has come near the station.”

“Can’t you just be grateful we got lucky?”

Sounds of peril screech over the coms. Danny’s face scrunches.

“Luck had nothing to do with it. As it is now, we are going to lose this fight.”

“Isn’t there anyone else you can call?”

“I’m asking you. You can help, can’t you?”

The glare-off lasts a long moment more before Danny breaks.

“Fuck. Fuckity fuck.” Danny runs his hands through his hair. “Shit. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I’m asking you to save this and countless other worlds from a genocide. I’m also asking you to save my friends.”

Danny looks at him, hard, weary, and with a kind of deep resolve that feels far too ancient to be on the face of a supposed twenty-something.

“Fine. Fine. Okay.” He steps back and transforms. If Batman is surprised when he shakes off his human appearance like an old coat, he doesn’t show it. But what’s undeniable is the being in Danny’s place has the unmistakable presence of power.

“No one else can know.” His voice echoes in a way that’s sonically impossible, both sounding closer and further away than he should be.

He pulls a gear-shaped medallion seemingly out of thin air and puts it over his head in one motion.

“If I get in trouble for this, I’m blaming you.”

He vanishes. Outside, the shape of the battle changes instantly. The stars seem to glow brighter as the arms of the galaxy flash with the colors of the aurora. Then it’s like the void of space itself comes alive. It moves the spaceships back like they’re toys, plucking them from one side of the field to the other. It finds Darkseid at the heart of the chaos and massive arms of nothingness and darkness wrap around him. He’s screaming as it swallows him whole.

His armies scatter. The battle turns. The JL deal with the stragglers, but the air of relief is palpable.

Danny reappears next to Batman, once again donning his grease-stained coveralls. Arms folded.

“Happy?”

It took all of five minutes. Less, probably. Batman tamps down a thousand questions.

“Thank you.”

“I’m gonna need two weeks off minimum.” Danny snaps. “One to deal with the bureaucratic nightmare you’ve just caused me, and another to recover from the headache.”

Batman blanks. “Granted.”

Danny sighs. “And I’m not fixing the station until I’m back. It won’t fall out of the sky as is. Make up whatever excuse you want.”

“Done.” He considers. “I would prefer to tell them the truth. That you saved us.”

Danny glares. “I’m not supposed to save you. I made a pact not to use my power to influence the mortal realm.”

“A pact with who?”

Danny rolls his eyes. “The embodiment of Time. The concept of Justice. Among others.” He smirks at Batman’s confusion.

“And what, exactly, does that make you?”

He stands, framed by the space window, haloed by the stars. “I’ll give you three guesses.”

Batman frowns.

“Look. I like you guys. I like working on your base. I like supporting the work you do. But you can not go factoring me in to any of your plans or contingencies. This was a one time thing.

“So to answer your question again: I’m an engineer.”

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Taking a little break from commissions and forcing myself to learn again how to render, also... me and my inconsistent art style, we're not doing better 😔