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Bruce sat in front of the Batcomputer rubbing his eyes. Usually it would be about that time that Alfred would bring out the tranquilizer gun, but this was too important for sleep. At this rate he’s going to pass out in a meeting for Wayne enterprises and just blame it on chaperoning a party one of his kids threw.

Damien was developing powers. He shouldn’t have powers.

Nether him or Talia carry the meta-gene, Damien hasn’t even been dumped in chemicals.

It started somewhat simple, invisibility, odd but not a reason to worry, but then came intangibility and flight. Then Bruce stopped sleeping.

He was willing to shrug off the invisibility as just an odd occurrence that will eventually disappear. But Damien could get seriously hurt if his powers went haywire at a bad time.

Then on top of that bruce couldn’t figure out why. 

He finally decided to break and test Damien‘s DNA, now he was just waiting for the results.

Bruce was half asleep when the Computer chimes indicating that the testing was complete.

When he opens the file it felt like Clark sucker punched him.

Talia had a lot of explaining to do.

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DP x DC prompt

Damian isn't the son of the bat.

He is the son of the Demon, however , a Pit Demon, to be specific. One Ra's had imprisoned deep below Nanda Parbat.

The wails of this eldritch horror could be heard most nights.

It sounds haunt all those who hear it, not many are aware the Demon is crying for the babe stolen from from it years ago.

Or Damian is actually Elritch Danny's son, who Ra's decided to try and raise as a weapon.

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Dani doesn’t know it yet, but she’s dangerously close to being adopted

There are ecto-detectors in the Batcave. Sometimes, they'll go off for no discernable reason.

This is why Bruce tells the kids to behave when they're in the cave.

The entity isn't Deadman, he knows that for sure. They don't mean harm or any malicious intent, or they wouldn't be able to get past the barriers. There's no poltergeist activity, so they aren't bored and there to deliberately cause chaos.

When he opted to look through the thermal imaging one day, once the ecto-detectors stop alerting, he sees a cold spot roughly the same size as Damian. It's sitting on the edge of the cave, swinging it's feet, and just, as the kids would say, vibing.

He decides to leave it alone. The dead can't really impact the living, and it appears that this one just shows up for some peace and quiet now and then.

He tunes the detectors to this particular entity's signature and sets them to silent. He'll still get an alert, but it'll only go to him.

Months later, when he finds himself mind controlled and helpless to do anything but watch himself attack his own family, he feels a cold sensation permeate through his body, and his punch freezes in the air before he feels his arms forcibly dropped to his sides.

Then, a tween girls voice comes out of his mouth.

"Okay, I've got him restrained. What next?"

Or; Dani likes the "ambient" side of Youtube. So much that it's no longer good enough for her, and she seeks out places that have good ambience. She prefers caves, but her favorite combination is cave sounds, waterfalls, papers shuffling, distant conversation, and computer typing. This means the Batcave is literally the most perfect place ever if things get to be too much. Her second favorite sounds are snowstorms, high tech beeps, the creaking of ice, and radio chatter. So her second favorite place to hang out is in the Arctic, in some fortress made of ice. But there's not really a lot to do around it, so she doesn't go there that often. She ends up hanging around Metropolis and Gotham just due to proximity to her favorite hang out spot, mostly staying out of sight. She doesn't really care about who the Bats are, so long as they stay out of her hair. But she won't lie about getting a little bit attached from her creepy totally-not-spying thing. Then Batman gets himself mind controlled, and he's about to lay out Robin, and all Dani can think about is Vlad and his 'discipline'. She possesses Batman and forces him to stop. The gig is up. Farewell sweet hangout spot, it was her favorite.

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Dick Grayson V Gotham

Chapter 1 - AO3 - Constantine Jr. AU

There were a few minutes every morning, in the dark before dawn when his alarm hadn’t yet rung, where Dick Grayson felt most at peace. Despite the ache in his body the night out as Nightwing, he felt refreshed and content to just rest his eyes until his phone rang and it was time to get ready for the day. 

Unfortunately, peace was never meant to last. 

With a loud crash that definitely woke the neighbors, a little body kicked his door in. A switch was flipped and blinding light filled the room. Dick squinted in the general direction of the intruder. “Get up already!” Danny, his ward, snapped, rushing forward to rip the blankets off his bed. Dick let him. “There’s a case ready for us at the precinct!” 

Dick checked his phone. No missed calls, and Danny didn’t have a phone yet. “Is this another psychic thing?” he asked. 

Danny rolled his eyes. “If I say yes, will you get your ass out of bed already?”

“Language,” he chided absentmindedly, but still got out of bed. Danny glared up at him, still not satisfied, and dragged him to the bathroom with a surprising amount of strength for an 8-year-old. “Huh! You’re really in a hurry today.”

“No, you’re just super slow!”

Dick pulled back against Danny, slowing their progress considerably. “Oh, it’s the age!” Dick bemoaned, draping himself dramatically against the wall. “Now that I have a kid of my own to look after, the years have started to take their toll—Ow!”

Danny glared up at him like he hadn’t just kicked Dick in the shin. Brat. “Be dramatic in your own time! We have a case, Dick, we need to go!”

“Alright, alright, I’m going!” Dick complied and got in the bathroom, saying just before he closed the door, “Make sure you’re dressed in clothes you can afford to lose! I don’t want you to get blood on your favorite jeans again!” Danny shouted back his agreement and finally, Dick was alone. 

As Dick washed his face and did his business, he contemplated how he got there. Honestly, he didn’t get what Bruce was always complaining about; this guardianship thing was going great! It was three weeks since he’d wrangled Danny home, but he’d been preparing for this for months, ever since he learned that the little brat trying to solve murders was homeless. It took months of classes, meetings with CPS, and interviews with friends and family, but Dick was now the proud foster parent of Danny Smith!

Fortunately, Dick had managed to convince Bruce that the foster license was precautionary, like if he needed to protect a minor. Which was what he was doing! So not technically a lie!

Although, Bruce had his hands full already. Some new crime lord had taken up the Joker’s old alias and it was driving the old man up the wall. Bruce had even asked Dick for help on the case last night! He’d said no, of course; he wasn’t just going to abandon Danny in Bludhaven for days while they hunted down Red Hood, and he wasn’t going to spring Danny on Bruce, nor Bruce on Danny. Danny was a flight risk and had expressed disdain for millionaires in the past, and Bruce was… worse than he used to be. Tim had managed to resurrect some of the dad Bruce used to be, but ever since Jason… 

Well, it was good that they wouldn’t be seeing each other any time soon. Maybe by then Tim will have convinced Bruce to go to therapy!

Coming out of the bathroom, Dick started at Danny, dressed in jeans and a Digimon t-shirt, standing on the counter and getting Dick’s lunch bag off the shelf. He cocked an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“Packing breakfast to-go!” Danny said, jumping off the counter. Dick’s heart skipped a beat and he lunged forward, but Danny landed before Dick could reach him. He glared at Dick. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing.” He straightened up, playing it cool. He observed what Danny had laid out for breakfast as he started the coffee machine. A banana, two yogurts, and a handful of granola just poured out onto the table. “You know, you absorb more nutrients when you sit down and actually enjoy your food. And we don’t need lunch to-go. Remember, we talked about this? We have to wait for someone to report the crime first.”

“How do you know no one hasn’t yet?” Danny challenged. 

“Have they?”

“...No. We could report the crime though,” Danny grumbled, but opened a yogurt cup. 

They really couldn’t. If they reported the crime, they’d still have to wait for other officers and CSI before investigating, and that’s even if they were given the case! But more importantly… Dick was the only officer in the department who believed Danny could see ghosts. 

Sure, Commissioner Gonzalez believed Danny, but that was just one woman. As much as he appreciated the Commissioner’s work helping get Danny off the streets and processing the paperwork to ensure the boy got recognition as an official BPD consultant… well, Dick knew she had ties to the gangs in town, he just couldn’t prove it. Just because she liked him and Danny doesn’t make her good. 

The fact that she promoted him to detective was evidence enough. Dick was an amazing detective—like everyone trained by Batman—but normally you’d need a certain number of years and successful cases for that level of promotion, both of which Dick didn’t have. Hell, he’d only been working as a cop for two years! But Danny was only willing to work with Dick… so Dick became the youngest detective in the city. 

The coffee machine sang a little robotic song and Dick placed a Nightwing mug under the spout just in time to catch the stream. As Danny finished his breakfast, Dick shooed him off to go brush his teeth and turned on the TV. He still had thirty minutes before they had to leave for work—

“—taking after his father!” Jack Rider’s voice rang through the apartment. Dick frowned; why was this trash on? “Although I have to say, I don’t think anyone ever expected Richard Grayson to adopt a child of his own!”

Dick froze. What? No, he’d worked so hard to ensure that no one would find out—

A picture flashed on screen of Dick and Danny. Dick recognized it immediately; he’d taken Danny out to eat to celebrate Danny officially becoming his foster child. But that was weeks ago! They’d been sitting on the story for that long?

They didn’t even bother to blur Danny’s face. 

“Now, Jack,” the co-host chided, “Let’s not get too hasty. Our source at Bludhaven PD—who will be unnamed to protect their privacy—said it was only a foster, not an adoption.”

Jack waved her concern away. “Yes, a foster. For now. Don’t you remember how long Richard was Brucie’s ward? Sure, the kid might only be a foster for now, but with this family, adoption is always on the table!”

Turning away from the TV, Dick checked their security cameras on his phone. When he’d first moved in, Babs had hacked into all the cameras in the apartment, piggy-backing off their feeds. There, outside the building’s main entrance, were multiple reporters. Some had even gotten into the building, although their aimless wandering told him that their apartment number hadn’t been leaked yet. 

“Still, another street kid in the family,” Jack continued to muse. “That’s two now for the Waynes, right? Are they going to take off with an entire orphanage next?”

“Dick?”

He locked eyes with Danny, who gave the TV a worried look. But Danny didn’t get worried; he was a cocky, grumpy brat who’d given Dick a heart attack when he dared a gang member to shoot him in the face. But a news story scared him?

Smart kid. Dick was feeling scared too. So, he made the executive decision. 

Dick knelt down to Danny’s height, gently grasping his shoulders. “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to call out of work—”

“But Mrs. Bennett’s murder!” came the immediate protest. 

Dick took note of the name, but held up a hand to stop him. “I know, I know. But it’s not safe for us to go to the precinct right now.” Someone at BPD had told the reporters about them. One of his colleagues, pissed that he’d gotten his promotion unfairly? Someone who hated that a little kid solved murders better than them? Or anyone looking to make a quick buck? The possibilities were endless. 

He continued, “Commissioner Gonzalez will understand and help us consult with the case from online, okay? We’ll get sent pictures of the crime scene and you can talk to Mrs. Bennett and we’ll consult from Gotham just to be safe.” He had some PTO he could use, right? If not… Gonzalez could just fire him. He’d already known his co-workers were corrupt assholes, but to willingly put a child in danger was a step too far. If Gonzalez wanted to keep Dick—and therefore, Danny—she’d better clean house. 

Danny made a face. “Why Gotham?”

“That’s where my family lives! While we wait for the story to die down, I’ll introduce you to my grandfather, Alfred, and my brother Tim, and my friend, Barbra! I’ll show you around to all the fun spots, it’ll be fun! So go get packed, buddy.”

Hesitating in the doorway, Danny said, “They won’t listen to me. The other officers aren’t like you.”

“They will listen to you. I’ll make them,” Dick promised. He’d gathered enough blackmail on his fellow detectives to force the issue, if needs be. He ruffled Danny’s hair. “Don’t worry, Danny. It’ll just be for a week or two and then everything will be back to normal. I promise.”

Danny glared at him, batting his hand away. “I’ll keep you to that promise, old man.”

As Danny retreated to his room—Dick’s former workout room—to pack, Dick went to his own, closing and locking the door behind him. The call to Gonzalez went about as well as he was expecting: first her anger at him taking time off, then his anger about being sold out to the media, then Gonzalez swearing as she found the news online, until finally agreement. 

As they talked, Dick methodically packed away his Nightwing gear. After last night, where a slime meta had unceremoniously caked his suit in gunk that would not come out, he had two functioning suits: his back-up and his original that he kept for sentimental value. He packed all three, along with his gear. Maybe Alfred would be able to get the gunk out? But he couldn’t leave his things here. Their location was already compromised. If reporters decided the risk was worth it, they could break into his apartment and turn the whole place upside down looking for a story. 

So, Dick had to take the story with him. 

With all his gear packed, there was little room for personal belongings, so he did the best he could and only took the important things. His room at the manor still had a few changes of clothes. Fortunately Danny wasn’t a nosy kid, otherwise he’d never be able to get away with carrying his Nightwing gear in a normal duffel bag like this. 

Now, the hard part. 

The phone rang three times before it was picked up. “Master Richard.” Alfred’s icy tone made him wince. Oh, he already knew. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Hey, Alfie…” Dick rubbed the back of his neck. “I just wanted to say that I decided I can help Bruce on that Red Hood case after all?”

“I see.” No matter how angry Alfred was, he was frighteningly polite. “And shall I prepare a second bedroom for your ward?”

Dick winced. “That would be great, Alfred. Thank you.”

“Then I will see you soon. And please inform the young master that I look forward to meeting him when you both arrive.”

“I’ll tell him. He’s been looking forward to meeting you; I’ve been talking up your cooking for months now.”

“Months?” Oh no. “How kind of you, Master Grayson.” It got worse. Alfred was pissed now. Why did he have to say months? It wasn’t like Dick had intentionally hidden Danny from his family; he was just hiding him from Bruce! He wanted some privacy and to figure things out himself! But now Alfie was mad and suddenly that privacy didn’t seem so important anymore. “Shall I assume you’ll be arriving soon then?”

“In around an hour.” Leaving his room, he checked on Danny. He was trying to back everything he owned into the suitcase Dick had bought him. “Maybe a little longer? I’ll call when we’re ten minutes away.” 

“Then I will see you soon, Master Grayson.”

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Fun fact!

Robin was based on Robin Hood not the bird, hence Dick originally having those little pixie boots.

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Chapter 7 is live!

Deadly Assumptions and Their Consequences - Chapter 7 - Silver_star_06 - Multifandom [Archive of Our Own]

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The next chapter is up!

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Lois was snuggled up next to her husband when a loud knock at the front door. Clark buries his head under his pillow.

“Lois can you get it?…” He says tiredly, he only got home thirty minutes ago because he was helping with a earthquake in Japan.

Lois kisses his shoulder and pats his head under his pillow. “Sure Smallville…” Lois wraps her house coat around herself then walks to their front door, opening it to see a rattled teenage boy.

He was too thin, dark bags under his eyes that she only ever seen on Bruce after he had to work for four days straight. “Hello?…”

The boy shoves papers in her hands. “Hi mom…”

Lois stands there in shock for a few seconds before ushering the boy inside.

Danny watches as his mom reads over his adoption papers, he really hoped she would except him.

“Ok… ok… we have a guest room… what should I call you?…” Danny could see gears turning in her head at 1,000,000 mph. At least she wasn’t transphobic.

“Danny… my names Danny…” Lois nods then drags him up a flight of stairs and in the second door to the left.

“You need to sleep… then we can figure everything else out in the morning… if he wakes up before me, don’t be scared of my husband, he may look intimidating, but he’s the biggest softly. Just give him the papers you gave me, ok?” She puts his adoption papers on his nightstand and then gently kisses his forehead. “You’ll have a eventful morning tomorrow… your little brother will be bouncing off the walls…” She lovingly ruffles his hair before leaving and closing the door behind her.

Danny flops onto the bed and stares at the ceiling.

Lois paces up and down the hallway. Why was her d-son here now? Why did he look like death frozen over? How would Clark react? She hoped that he would be welcoming, but she knows he didn’t react well the last time he had a teenage son dropped on him. She gives up on going back to sleep and works on a article about a gang in Metropolis.

Okay, we've seen Danny as SuperMans kid and Batmans.

What about Lois Lane?

Maybe Lois had Danny when she was too young to want to be a mom. So she puts him up for adoption.

She didn't expect to be called years later about the child she had to give up.

The baby girl she only seen once is now a traumatized teenage boy whose adoptive family and friends were all killed.

And that werid Old billionaire seems to snooping around her boy for some reason.

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Constantine was in the house of mystery when suddenly a portal opened and Clockwork came out and placed a bundle in the laughing magician's arms. "Wha-" Constantine froze as he moves part of the cloak revealing a two year old boy with white hair with a black shock running through it. "This is Prince Phantom, champion of the realms and my appreciate, he's met with a terrible accident and needs a guardian until he regains his strength." Clockwork said just as Constantine tore his eyes from the sleeping baby God in his arms to ask questions Clockwork and the portal were gone. "....bloody hell..." Constantine mumbles

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Jason hated his life.

It was his day off, his day to reread Pride and Prejudice in lavender bubble bath.

But no Bruce had to make him go out and stop a cult. A cult that had to be in Gotham to do their fucked up ritual because it seemed every god hated the city.

Jason does his best to sneak around the abandoned the warehouse. The cultists zipped around like flies, with seemingly no rhyme or reason to their movement. 

They were dressed in intricate black and white robes, shiny emeralds enbedded into necklaces and bracelets. He had to give the points for commitment.

Who Jason assumed was the leader barked orders in a strange language. It all seemed to boil down to move this over, draw this sigil, fix your robe. Jason waited hidden in the shadows, trying to find an opening to stop them. It was real, and Gotham didn’t need any more demons roaming her streets. 

The ritual started without any warning. Usually, cults warm up or get into place before starting their chant. They swayed and turned in a strange dance. Harmonized voices pounded in Jason’s skull like a migraine, and the circle was the sun.

 Jason’s muscles felt like jelly. He leans into the box, magic fills the air. He felt like he was suffocating. He felt like he could breathe for the first time.

Green magic danced like the forming of a cosmos. Stars hungrily gobbling planets, planets crashing and shattering into asteroids.

Up was down. Down was up. Ice burned and fire froze.

Jason fainted.

“Are you ok?…” A voice like whispers of the deep rang through Jason’s ears. 

Jason was held in cold hands. His helmet was off, he had never been more thankful for his paranoia that made him wear a domino under his helmet.

Jason blinked his eyes open, his head felt like it was split open.

He knew that face, the look in the creature's cold yet somehow kind eyes. Even if his skin was sickly pale, his lips frostbit, his hair snow white, he knew that face.

It was motherfucking Danny.

Jason shoves the being away from him. “When I asked if you were a meta! This would be included!” Jason shouts to the best of his ability through his aching lungs.

Danny rubs the back of his neck, giving Jason an awkward smile. “Does this mean I’m fired?”

“No, but you're working until midnight for two months” Jason grumbles, now registering he’s in a small apartment on the outskirts of Crime Alley.

Danny chuckles and presses a clawed hand on Jason’s forehead to act as an ice pack.

(Sorry if this is bad I wrote it quickly, but this is such a cool idea)

Short DPXDC Prompts #1013

Ghost King summoning AU but Red Hood takes one look at Phantom and realizes who he is, that motherfucker is one of his recently hired goons.

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I redid Danny’s design because the old one bothered me

(the crown and ring designs are the same btw)

Phantoms design for my fic “Deadly Assumptions and Their Consequences” on A03

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The next chapter is finally up.

 https://archiveofourown.org/works/45212752/chapters/128554597

Thank you to those who were patiently waiting.

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A little after Clockwork adopted Danny he decided to throw a "family reunion" to introduce him to his new siblings and nieces and nephews. Admittedly, he did forget that he never apologized for the time he went crazy with power and ate his kids until he received a response from his oldest, Hestia, asking him if this was a plot of some kind. (She also seemed to be open to reconciliation though, so he was hopeful)

Wonder Woman had been chatting with Hawkwoman when a glowing green envelope appeared on the table in front of her with her name on it.

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Unstoppable Force: Dick Grayson, mourning Father older brother who is grieving because Damian died and he has a chance to ask if he's happy in the afterlife via The Ghost King.

VS.

Immovable Object: Danny Fenton, who knows Damian's alive because they've been going out for a year now and is about to be so funny.

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Fuck, I’m actually going to have to write this… I just can’t not call it soup time.

(Yes the next chapter of deadly consequences is coming, it’s just slow working because life dropped a whole bunch of shit on me at once)

DC x DP prompt/story idea #2

Ok so instead of traveling the world and training with all of the best marshal art masters, Bruce just spends those years in Amity with the Madisons.

Alfred can tell Bruce is getting restless in Gotham, every time he goes out people are shoving a camera in his face, and the whispers. Alfred can tell when they get bad, Bruce locks himself In his room and refuses to come out.

Alfred decides to take Bruce to live with some family friends, the Madisons.

Bruce and Sam get on like a wildfire. Both being moody teens with a interest in making the world a better place.

Bruce gets introduced into Danny’s friend group easily during freshman year. Even if he wasn’t there for the accident, it wasn’t hard to figure out that Danny wasn’t… entirely human. He plays oblivious until they are ready to tell them, before Jazz I imagine.

So Bruce becomes the fourth member of team phantom, helping Danny feel out hero work. Mostly teaching him the hand to hand combat he’s been working on ever since his parents murder.

When it comes time for Bruce to go back to Gotham in his early 20s he promises to keep in touch with the rest of the team. Even keeping some of the equipment, just in case.

His paranoia paid off when a few decades later a ghost attacks and no one knows what to do. Even the JLD is at a loss because none of them have ever seen a ghost like that,

The hopelessness soon turns into panic when Batman walks into the battlefield holding what looks like a thermos, sucks the ghost into it, and says ‘soup time’ with a smirk.

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Jason’s masseur deserves a fucking pay raise.

He has no idea how the fuck the dude gives back massages that quiet the goddam pit but you bet your ass Jason is recommending Danny to anyone who looks like they need a massage.

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Ghost King Danny in his large eldritch form, staring down at the human before him: So. You are the human that has been deemed worthy as a sacrifice~.

Wayne child who is also an extreme exophiliac: *heavy breathing* U-uh, yeah! That's me! Ready to be under-I mean! In your care! *nervous chuckles*....how sharp are your teeth?

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I probably went a little to angsty on this... but it has a hopeful end so whatever.

Also sorry if it’s bad I wrote this really quick

“dude!” Wally says wide eyed and slack jawed.

“What?” Dick asks slurping down his milkshake.

“I- well… look down at your wrist” Wally looks sad holding one arm out, as if expecting Dick to collapse onto his chest.

Dick raises his eyebrow and looks at his wrists. There on his right wrist the stylized D that was his soul mark was pitch black. He pops a handful of fries into his mouth. He needs some more strength to explain the shit show that is his soulmate. Cursing himself for not putting the thick leather bracelet he usually used to hide his soul mark in when Wally knocked on his apartment door.

“Their fine” Dick says easily, looking back at the movie they were watching. They can’t not be fine, they always come back, they can’t stay dead.

Wally looks utterly terrified, and why wouldn’t he? He’s happily married to his soulmate with two kids to welcome him home. Two kids who adore their fun uncle Dick and tried to make him breakfast when he was crashing on Wally’s couch.

“What do you mean ‘their fine’? Your soulmate is dead” Wally says softly, taking Dicks hands in his.

Damn Wally and his bleeding heart.

“They die all the time, it barely hurts anymore” The pain of having your soulmate die is know to be the worst pain of them all. He remembers the first time like yesterday, that horrible night when he was 15 etched into his soul.

It was dinner, he and Bruce were talking about something, Alfred was off in the servants quarters eating his own meal. Then this horrible pain came shooting from his wrist. He must have screamed, all he knew was there was a loud sound and then he was on the floor clutching his wrist to his chest. Someone bear huged him, but all he could really focus on were the bolts of electricity tormenting his nervous system.

“They die all the time?” Wally asks on the verge of tears. Dick blinks and he’s wrapped up in the softest blankets he owns with Wally clutching him to his chest. “I’m so sorry Rob” Dick feels the rumble in Wally’s chest as he speaks.

“Usually at night, it doesn’t happen as often as when I was a teen. They die around 11 PM every night, and come back to life after 4 AM, never before”

“So that’s why you would tense up sometimes on Teen Titans missions?”

Dick nods, knowing that Wally would feel his response. He’s happy to have Wally West as his best friend.

Danny was in pain. The ghost clutched his side where a clown in white got a lucky shot. The Justice league clams to do everything in their power to protect Metas, yet they let the GIW operate.

He presses himself harder into the ghost proof wall, the stupid agents stocking toward him. Ancients, he hopes Ellie got away

Danny lets out a guttural screech, hopping to make the facility collapsing on itself, not caring if he killed them. If they are so adamant on disrespecting the dead, let’s see how they like being one of them.

He can’t live here anymore, it’s just not worth it. He can visit Sam, Tuck and Jazz whenever he likes. Besides, it’ll get the observance off his back about ‘claiming his throne’

Danny shoots off through the pile of twisted metal that used to be the GIW facility. 

Dick starts working case after case, he can’t think about how his mark taunts him with that sickening inky color. He can’t stand the sad looks his little brothers give him when he kicks Bruce or Tim off the Batcomputer.

Harley try’s to get him to talk about it, all it does is make him hate her.

He needs to do something, anything to keep his thoughts away from his soulmate.

That’s how it is for a few months Dick working himself to the bone in an effort not to feel anything, until the inevitable crash.

A simple sparring session with Stephanie turned into a Family dog pile on the sparring mat around a sobbing dick. Asking why they won’t come back this time. Asking why he can never know the sound of his soulmate laughing, why he’ll never know their favorite song, why they couldn’t talk for hours about absolutely nothing. Asking why the universe is so cruel that he’ll never know his soulmates name.

It takes a few years, but it starts to hurt less. No it doesn’t hurt less, Dick just builds up a pain tolerance and takes a page out of Bruce’s book, lock your emotions away and you can’t feel them. Even if he still tears up if he looks at his wrist for to long.

Right now Dick wishes he didn’t have to supervise the JLD, but of course he’s the only one available. Batman and Robin are tied up with the Riddler, Jason is locked in a gang war with black mask again, Signal is fast asleep, and the girls are hosting a charity lifestream. He just want ever it is doesn’t destroy his suit.

“Run that by me one more time” Dick says pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Bloody idiot occultists are planning to summon the king of infinite realms like absolute wankers” Constance him he says taking a swig out of his flask.

“King Phantoms is known to be generous, but we really don’t need them to piss him off and make him decide destroying one universe couldn’t hurt” Zatanna clarifies.

Dick sighs, this has just been a great Monday. He really needs a vacation on the families private island.

“Let’s Just get this over with” Dick fires off his grappling hook to follow justice league dark from the rooftops. 

When they get to the old abandoned warehouse, he pears in through the mostly shattered sky lights at the scene below.

A group of occultists wearing thick Lazarus green robes are quickly subdued with Constantine and Zatanna trying to cancel the summoning spell. 

Dick cringes when John lets out a string curses that would make a sailor brush. That can’t be good.

A bright green light blinds him, and when he blinks the spots from his eyes he sees the most most beautiful man he’s ever seen in this life.

The man has a acrobatic build, strong slender muscles coiled around a barrel chested frame. His long-ish white hair blowing in a nonexistent breeze under a icy crown.

Dick drops down to get a better look at him.

Then he feels his heart stop when they lock eyes.

Without thinking Dick pulls one glove off, rolls his sleeve up, and shows king Phantom his soulmark.

“My names Richard, call me Dick”

Phantom shows Dick his soulmark, the same symbol Dick has on his chest. 

“Danny”

Ok kinda funny/a bit angsty idea danny has a soulmate mark that shows how your soulmate is doing in the alive injured critical dead sense when the soulmate dies the mark goes black

Now Danny's mark has been through most/all the phases he was a bit worried about the dead part but they came back so he's not that worried

Danny's soulmate on the otherhand a batfam member is freaking the fuck out every single day his soulmate dies amd comes back to life what the hell if wrong with his soulmate that he can keep coming back to life

Basically when danny transforms to phantom his mark registers him as dead and the bat family are freaking out because one of their members soulmate has died like 63 times this week what the hell is up with him