Damian got captured by a villain and turned into a snake. He managed to escape, doing his best to get back to the league so Manhunter or Miss Martian could get the JLD to turn him back.
Dani, out for a midnight stroll, found a snake in the middle of the road. She tried to shoo it off the road, but it seemed content to ignore her. She spotted a vehicle coming. In a moment of panic, she picked the snake up, asking it to please not bite her.
The vehicle stopped after it passed her. A person got out and asked for the snake, claiming that it was a pet. But Dani's bullshit meter is going off.
Cass stared in horror at the scene in front of her. Various tubes, needles, and wires connected the small frame on the examination table to different machines and IVs.
Cass's mind brought up last week when she found them passed out and injured. She left them at the hospital. The next day the hospital's receptionist told her that their family took them home. She should have looked into it. Maybe then she wouldn't have found them like this during a raid on a metahuman experiment facility.
"Cass," Tim's voice came from down the corridor, "did you find someone?"
Fighting back the bile in her throat, Cass mutely nodded.
"Then w- oh, no. Is that a kid?"
Cass nodded again.
Tim gave her shoulder a comforting squeeze and turned on his com, "Hey we need the medic team on the second floor down d-wing."
Entering the room, Cass picked up the medical chart while Tim checked the IVs.
"Hey," Cass flicked her eyes up at Tim's soft voice. The child's blue eyes were open.
"Danny." The child rasped.
"Hey," Tim soothed, "you're safe now. We're going to get you out of here, kido."
Tim made to move a little away and the child snatched a fistful of his cape.
"Danny!" She clung to him, pulling herself up and almost falling off the exam table before Cass and Tim caught her.
As they tried and failed to calm the child down, the medic team arrived.
I’ve seen Danny being the ancient of space pop up a few times. A lot of it interprets that as the ancient of outer space, but I propose he has dominion pver the concept of physical space. Clockwork has time, Danny would have space, making them the counterparts for each other
So, imagine if you will, Danny only recently coming into his spatial powers retreating to his lair in the Ghost Zone. It’s too dangerous to have uncontrolled spatial distortions just randomly appearing in the human world.
His lair is an extension of himself. His spatial powers extend not just to himself, but to his lair. It connects to liminal spaces. Walking through school hallways after hours? One of those doors leads to his lair. All night diner with flickering florescent lights and you’re the only customer? Carefull going to the bathroom or you might just end up somewhere else. Closed down building, or even buildings that never were there. Sometimes at just the right time, places just exsist, and they all lead to Danny’s lair. Inside is an MC Escher esque labyrinth of rooms, hallways, tunnels, ever shifting as their connections to the human world alter and shift.
Enter the Batfam
I pick Tim for this. He sees a building he’s never seen before on a street he’s very familiar with. He checks the address.
“Hey Oracle? Is there a 147 Becker street?”
“No, Becker street stops at 144 before merging into Roosevelt.”
“That’s what I thought, but I’m there, I see it right in front of me.”
Tim is too curious for his own good, and probably a bit sleep deprived. He enters the building only to get turned around and not be able to find where he came in from. It wouldn’t be so concerning if the building didn’t seem to go on and on.
Next thing we know, Danny finds Red Robin wandering around, completely lost in his lair. The tricky part is getting him out around the right area and time, because space and time are connected, and when one is weird, so is the other. They need to take the scenic route, much to the impatience of Red Robin. He eventually gets him close enough: Bloodhaven. Tim can always get a ride back from Dick, then he looks at his watch.
It’s only been 30 minutes. He had been wandering for hours, yet only 30 minutes had passed.
Que confusion and shenanigans when somehow, yet more Bats wander into Danny’s lair
someone in the notes on that “stop fetishizing old houses” post commented that builders before the 1970s were too concerned with elegance and grandeur, and that was all really just wastefulness
and I think about my apartment, a duplex from 1912, surely built for a middle- or working-class family. spartan, really; quite basic and no-frills. not much to look at from the outside. just like a thousand buildings of similar provenance in the Boston area.
there are flowers molded in the chunky, cast-iron radiators
there’s a design of concentric circles in the carved door-lintels
many buildings of this type have a little stained-glass window somewhere
I think about ornate door hinges in the staff wing of a country estate from 1878. think of patterned wallpaper in a mansion’s kitchen, from 1797. I think about purely functional spaces someone looked at and said, “this needs beauty”
the past was certainly guilty of waste in many ways. but I cannot call making a house more than just a box to live in one of them
everyone's like wehhhhh why doesn't doctor house gets suuuueeed! like my man. literally every patient he sees is someone that's been trying to find a diagnosis for ages. i could live with a little medical malpractice if it were coming from someone ready to break into my home to look for allergens and not simply half heartedly listen to me before suggesting I lose weight and take ages of back and forth arguing to order a single test
Dick woke up one day to find that a little girl broke into his apartment, raided his fridge and pantry, exploded a smoothie in the blender, and started cooking pancakes on his stove. When he asked for a name and what she thought she was doing in his apartment, she claimed that she's his daughter Dani.
Dick knew she was blowing smoke. With how old he guessed Dani's age to be, the only likely mom culprit is Babs, and she didn't have any kids.
For now, Dick will see how far this little gremlin will go with her farce and get her to clean up her mess, starting with the pink smoothie spatter on the ceiling.