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Part 16 of Ghost Kid in Gotham

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Something is missing. Wait that's a ring?

"What were you thinking? No wait, you probably weren't thinking at all." Jazz hissed as she tied a bandage around Dan's arm who grumbled and looked out the side. They were currently the only ones in the hidden room of Sam's Mansion. "What were you even doing? You still haven't explained anything. Not where you went, nor what you did."

Dan only grumbled again, head still turned away. But from the corner of his eyes, he was watching Jazz. Though he refused to give an answer. His encounter with Talia of all people wasn't something he was going to tell her about. Nor that he overestimated himself. Well, he still thought he could take her and that that woman probably used some dirty tricks when he fought her.

He watched Jazz warp the obviously non-lethal cuts on his human body. They weren't lethal. Talia didn't aim to kill once when he tried to get answers out of him. Yet she was able to keep up with him, his ghost form specifically. Even knew how to counter him.

Dan knew this now and he was not going to get Jazz or any of the others involved with her. Danny wouldn't want that either. Though Dan was not doing that for Danny, at least that's what he told himself. Because Talia was dangerous.

He doesn't know how but she had Fenton technology and that damned taser Vlad created that could suppress ghost powers for some time and force Danny, Ellie and him into human form. Though Dan was aware that Vlad had locked all his inventions away, even destroyed some of them under the watchful eyes of him and Danny before, part of that man's redemption apparently, he also knew that this was the League of Assassins. He wasn't delusional, and it was likely since Talia knew about his existence she likely also already had procured any inventions that could counter ghost powers.

Which didn't lessen his suspicion of that woman at all. No, it made her even more suspicious in his mind. She must have something to do with Danny's disappearances. Especially when she said something about Danyal being where he belongs. Considering the bits and pieces he still remembered from his shared memory with Danny could mean anything.

"Dan! Dan! You aren't listening aren't you?!" Jazz groaned and Dan realized he had zoned out while he had been thinking. "URG! You and Danny are so alike!"

A dark chuckle escaped Dan but at the look, Jazz gave him, he bit back his snarky comment. Though a moment later it wouldn't have mattered anyway a portal opened right before them startling Jazz and causing him to course.

Though neither expected Wolf to be the one to step out of it. The wolf ghost looked around until his eyes fell on Dan and the ghost started to spew out sentences in quick succession that didn't make sense to either. Dan blinked before he finally elbowed Jazz. It sounded like something happened in the Ghost Zone. Something that wasn't good and for a split second Dan hoped that Fright Knight would be fine stopping anyone going through the gate at Vald's. "Call Tucker."

Meanwhile in a penthouse in Gotham…

"Was that supposed to happen?" Tim wondered out loud, questioning once more how he had let Steph talk him into this. Seriously, how? The two were currently staring at a chalk circle drawn on the floor of his bird nest. Stephanie right next to him. The book on ghosts open in her lap on the specific page of how to summon a ghost or more accurately, the ghost king.

Tim hadn't expected anything from this really. Like nothing at all, while he knew about magic, ghosts and all the other supernatural stuff. He did not expect this to work at all. He was still trying to learn how to decipher something akin to ghost language, that apparently Jason can read. Which he was still not over yet, he still planned on pestering the other for more answers. There had to be some better explanation of 'i just can, maybe because i died?' Because if that had been the case then he was pretty sure 90% of their family should have been able to read the damned green note.

Well in the middle of these struggles and logical conclusions Tim was trying to make Steph had gotten her hands on his book and… well she got invested too. Just not like him, in a different way. Like her usual, slightly chaotic way. Which resulted in trying to summon a ghost.

"We did everything right, right?" She muttered, flipping through the pages of the book. "Maybe I should have bought the duck candles after all instead of normal ones…"

Tim shook his head hearing that. "Steph, no." A sigh left his lips before his eyes focused back on the object that now lay in the drawn chalk circle. He was contemplating what to do. Maybe even call Greta until he noticed Steph reaching for it and slapped her hand away from it. "Steph, no."

He gave her a stern look as he repeated himself. His eyes went back a moment later to the toxic green ring with a red eyed skull symbol on it. It reminded him slightly of a lantern ring, just more deadly and likely dangerous. Considering they apparently had summoned it from what was described as the Infinite Realms, in the book.

The blond next to him gave him a pout before getting up and going to Tim's kitchen, coming back with grill tongs and picking the ring up with them before he could stop her again. "What should we do with this?"

The black haired teen sighted getting out one of his special evidence collection bag and opening it for Steph to drop the ring into it. Making sure neither of them would ever touch whatever they had just summoned directly. "I don't know yet. But I think I will make a call to Greta. Probably should have done so earlier. Also I will see if there is a way to analyse… this ring."

Steph hummed, her earlier excitement of doing a ghost summon gone. "That's… kind of boring." Tim could only shrug as an answer, again he hadn't expected anything at all from this. Steph had been the one to hype this summon thing up, expecting to actually summon something from the so called Infinite Realms.

"I want to try again later! Maybe tomorrow You know when everyone is out on patrols! Oh maybe we should try it on the highest building of iGotham, at Fullmoon! Like some real ritual thing!" Steph continued on her enthusiasm returning, Tim shook his head, thought he didn't disagree. A part of him was after all curious and maybe he could get some tips from Greta first before they tried again. The ring, as intriguing as its design was, was kind of disappointing as a summon result.

Another sigh left Tim's lips as they moved to clean up. He did not notice how a green post-it note appeared in the evidence bag by the ring with writing he would not be able to decipher.

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Dan's Rage Room

It all started as a little Joke for Danny. Jazz mentioned Dan needing a place to decompress and that resulted in Danny getting a crazy idea while he sat in the Buisness Class Course of his Highschool. It wasn't supposed to become a serious business but somehow the little warehouse in Amity Park he secured, through blackmailing Vlad cause the man owns him after all he was put through. Became an official big store, once Dani put up a sign saying 'Dan's Rage Room' as joke.

People of Amity Park apparently thought it was a legit store. And damn... Danny shouldn't have been as surprised as he was when more and more people appeared and asked how much an hour costed. It was Sam and Tucker that then convinced him to make it a legitimate Business, Jazz and his mother helped him fill out the form. And so 'Dan's Rage Room' became Danny's very own Business. Though he did try to push splitten ownership onto his clones/time selves/ cousins/ clone siblings / clone kids (It's complicated okay? Danny still hasn't figured out how to categorise Dan and Dani, but hey they were family.) But Dan and Dani refused to take any sort of owner ship, even when everything originally started as a place for Dan to unwind.

Eitherway his Business grew, and Danny ended up expanding to other cities, figuring out that if Amity Park's people needed this, others would too. With a bit of help and unwilling on his part teaching from Vlad. Danny opened up more Stores, Central City, Metropolis, Star City. Unintentionally Danny made enough money so much that he didn't knew what to do with it and suddenly felt a new kind of understanding for Sam. Despite being sure his parents likely already did that Danny made money Fonds for Jazz, Dan and Dani. He didn't have much hope to go to collage himself considering his grades but that was fine with him. (According to what clockwork let slip and he hadn't told anyone, he would become King of the Infinite realms anyway, no need for a college degree for that, right?)

And wenn his sister decided she wanted to go to university in Gotham, the most crime riddled city known? None of the three D's hesitated to follow. Danny opened another branch of 'Dan's Rage Room' deciding that would finance their live in Gotham and still be an outlet for Dan.

What Danny didn't expect was the amount of people that weren't just 'goons' like he expected paying to let loose in there. Not that he recognised them but some of Danny's new regulars made sure he knew who some of the apparent Big Names showing up to his store were.

Jason at first thought that a new drug place had opened up at the border to Crime Alley, but after observation and seeing not just Goons but also regular Gothamites frequenting the place. Jason gave it a cautious shot, he wallst into the place completely geared up as Red Hood expecting some muscular unkept drug dealer or something at the reception, but what he found was a boy that didn't look older than Tim, small lanky and looking weirdly tired. That took the wind out of his sails as he stared stunned at the kid for a moment.

"Ah... I see guns. A bullet room then? You seem new too, first time? An hour costs 50 bucks added 5 for every additional half an hour." The boy looked up briefly before looking back down at the book he was reading, muttering something about his sister making him visit online classes.

Jason was just about to say something when someone walked in behind him and he blinked. A fucking dump truck of muscle walked in flaming white hair looking ready to rip something apart. The kid didn't even look up as they held up a green card and the guy stomped past him into a door, Jason assumed lead to the... rage rooms?

It took a moment but once he composed himself again, Jason opened his mouth again only to get interrupted by a little girl stomping in next, screeching about a fruitloop and stupid galas and stupid boys. Again the boy at the reception didn't even loop up, holding another green card to the girl who then proceeded to go through the same door the other guy had.

Once again it took Jason a moment to compose himself again, before he spoke, gruff and voice modulated. "One hour... gun room." He would snoop around if he could but if this really was just a rage room business... well he had some unresolved frustrations with B stocked up he could let loose.

Jason quickly became a regular at that place, he kept visiting it, even when he found out some of their big Villains frequented the place too. Though apparently the Joker was band. One day a big ass sign appeared on the side of the building spelling out 'NO CLOWNS ALLOWED'. When he asked Danny, he had gotten to know the boy at the reception desk by now and found some uncanny resemblance to his little brother, the boy had just shrugged and said "I hate clowns." Laughter barked out of Jason for no reason and he took his regular room card chuckling a "You and me, and 99% of Gotham kid."

That place quickly became one of Jasons safe heavens. Even if he ever only went there in full Red Hood gear. This place helped him manage his rage and anger. Some of his siblings started to use that room too, he knew Damian went there too. In full Robin gear mind you but apparently they had a room where he could fully test out his swords skills. Good for the kid.

But what stung though was Bruce, that man still didn't trust the place, something about background checks not adding up.

Jason was going to refute that, that was until one day he noticed an unusual amount of white van all around Danny's store. And only moments after he entered the store guys completely and ridiculously dressed in white stormed the place holding what Jason thought was futuristic Guns at the Danny's head who appeared somewhat unfazed. Well no one could place Jason for pulling out his own gun and holding it onto the dressed in White guy's head while the man spewed some nonsense about ghosts and more. Like hell he was let these people destroy a new safe heaven.

If Jason spread the word in the underground and suddenly, villains, goons and gothamites as well as vigilantes (his overprotective brothers really, Dick was not going to let someone destroy a place his little wing and baby bat loved to frequent...) started a reverse hunt on people ridiculously dressed like them. It wasn't his doing. And he certainly loved the frustration it caused Bruce too, seeing as even Gordon and the police force, corrupt or not, were in on it too. Governmental institution or not, Jason would make sure the GIW would be going down soon enough.

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hey uh new type of ao3 spam comment just dropped. (I know it's spam because the fic they left this comment on . doesn't have chapters. lmfao). Report this kinda comment as spam and don't take it personally it is literally recycled bullshit

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I LOVE ALL OF THIS~ YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME!!! ...tho now I feel like sprinkling in some trauma for the angst~

If the bat family thought that Danny was done with just owning Red Hoods precious helmet, (which was now the centerpiece of his merch shrine, if he wasn't actively wearing it, accompanied with a photo of Hood and his redesigned helmet, Danny contemplated asking Jason to get it signed for shits and giggles), then they were wrong. The helmet had only been the beginning as through it Danny realized how unintentionally careless his new family could be.

The way Damian displayed swords on his wall? Danny made an effort to collect every batarang left behind, hanging them on his wall, displaying them the same way. Maybe it would be a wake-up call to his siblings not to leave stuff like that behind.

Then, there was that day Tim got into a little bit worse of a shuffle and ended up returning to the Cave with only half of his face mask. Three days later, Danny showed off his newly acquired piece of torn mask to his siblings. Purposely pointing out that bit of dried blood on it and loudly worrying if Red Robin was okay and pointedly ignoring that Tim just so happened to try to hide a skin colored bandage hinder his short bangs.

This kept going to the point that Bruce started to get worried if Danny was getting scammed by people whenever he returned with bits and pieces of their equipment. Or worse, wandering to close to the danger scenes to find these things. Though his new son's batarang collection was rather impressive now, especially with how they were arranged as the bat insignia on his wall too.

But then came the day Nightwing lost one of his ecrima sticks in battle. Tim even joked that it might turn up in Danny's hands in a couple of days. Fun fact. Danny did, in fact, collect it for his brother. He proudly presented it to them just like he had the helmet before. Even wondering if Dick, since he had an appartment in Blüdhaven, could like trade it back with Nightwing for an autograph, for the cringe effect. Only for him to accidentally hit a certain supposedly hidden switch on it.

As the electricity sparked to live, Danny flung it across the room as in the same moment, he fell backward and started to hyperventilate. Suddenly, he was stuck in that one moment in the past that changed his life forever while his family was scrambling to fix the situation.

If they thought Danny dropping some information that had them dig behind his back was bad, then reaction to open electricity was making it worse.

Guys it's just merch

Danny watched with a smile hidden behind his mug of hot cocoa his new family. Originally he was only going to mess with them a little, since he wanted to keep his civilian live he gained with them but at the same time wanted to kind of provoke them to tell him about their night time jobs on their own.

Not like he could just flat out tell them he knew about their vigilantes lifes and that would be embarrassing to explain.

It's not every day that Danny's powers fluked on him, but with the stress of the past months, it happened. Right at a moment, he had to be clumsy and trip over his own feet and accidentally phased through a grandfather's clock, finding a hidden passage. Well at least he learned that way that Batman hadn't placed him with some other rich fruitloop that wasn't his godfather but well... with Batman himself and his family out of mask.

Yeah no, he did not want to explain that and hoped they would do that themselves. But apparently, they took Danny's statement of wanting a normal life a bit too serious.

Which brought him back to his current entertainment in the form of messing with his siblings.

"I don't get what the problem is guys. It's just merch." He chuckled slightly at the face Damian was making. While Jason chose to kick Tim under the table.

"Soooo how much merch on Red Robin do you have with this shirt now?" Dick asked instead with a bright smile, Danny still hadn't figured out how to tell what emotion he hid behind them sometimes.

"I think this is my third shirt of him." Danny mused, placing his cup back on the table and tapping his lip in a thinking motion. "Though I was going to pick up a couple of custom-made jackets of Red Hood and a Nightwing plush later today."

He acted like he did not hear the triumph like hiss of 'yes' from Jason as well as the very upset huff of Damian.

He just grinned at the amusement about how they apparently were competing over how much merch he owned of each of them.

When he found a Robin figure and several Robin pins mysteriously placed on his desk the next morning, he broke out laughing. Yet still just to mess with them gushed about his newly gotten merch to his family while sharing a knowing look with Alfred who knew he was just messing with them.

If there was a surprising amount of Batman merch, suddenly mixed into what he already owned the following week without his knowledge. Well, he wasn't going to complain about free stuff.

But he still would get a good laugh out of their reactions on the day he decided to full on dawn every piece of Batman merge instead of theirs.

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You just made my day 😭

(It was stressful and I hurried to at least get something posted during my vacation from work...)

I hope you have a bright and wonderful day! 💖💖💖

(Or night... or tomorrow... timezones you know? XD)

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Can you write a fic about this if you can

https://www.tumblr.com/hello-eden/759003690226024449/is-it-a-enemy-or-a-child?source=share

Thanks for the ask, I will try! But first...

Link and credits to the original op: Prompt by @hello-eden

Now onwards! :D Hope you will enjoy....

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Damian stared. There before him was no longer his Grandfather but a boy some years younger than him. He glanced over at his elder brothers. Richard was already on the coms reporting back. Drake was on his wrist computer typing away about something while muttering. He glanced back at the boy, suddenly realising that what he thought was his resemblance to his father could also be resemblance to his grandfather.

The boy before him, probably around the age six, had dark black hair with a white prominent sideburns, similar but far more prominent then Todds white forehead streak. The boy's eyes were not just the simple green Damian had been familiar with but one of the boy's eyes was red, heterochromia. Something Damian hadn't been aware his grandfather apparently had. All his life he had never seen his grandfather like this. The youngest that man had ever appeared had been 60, though Damian was acutely aware that his grandfather was far older than that.

But right now, there sat a six years old boy, his grandfathers ropes, oversized and barely hanging to the boy's shoulders, in the middle of the aftermath of one of his grandfathers plans backfiring. The boy glared at them eyes narrowed as he clutched the robes around himself, Damian noticed the shift in the boy's eyes, red and green wandering around but keeping them in his field of view. He noted how his shoulders tensed before they turned back onto them. It was clear his grandfather did not retain his memories.

"Hey there buddy." Richard, the one who probably had the best handle on small children among them stepped forward and Damian watched how his de-aged grandfather took a step back growling. Damian blinked, that was not what he had expected from his usually dignified grandfather, but then again, he was de-aged and a child.

"Where is mom?"

There was a pause among everyone and they could practically feel the drop in the air of reality hitting hard. With how old his grandfather truly was, there was no way his great-grandmother was still alive. Damian's head turned to look at his eldest brother, his eyebrow arched his masks on his face moving according to that. The silent question of 'now what?' Passed on towards Richard before he turned back.

"Some things happened, and we are here to help. You don't need to be scared of of, in fact it would be create if you could help us better understand-" He watched how his brother tried to gently explain the situation to his grandfather, a sense of strangeness filled Damian watching that seen but he snapped out of it as the boy cut Richard off with a small growl.

"Mom would never leave me. The only reason he would is if something happened to Ellie!" They stared and the conviction the boy spoke these words with, yet they all caught it the brave front the boy was putting on. The slight barely audible stutter, the wet sheen to his eyes as he stared back at them. It tucked at all their hearts. And Damian could accept it right now, this wasn't his grandfather Ra's Al Ghul, but a small boy lost and confused.

While Damian came to terms with the situation Tim caught on to something else. The boy before them asked about his mother, but then used the pronounce 'he', while Tim hadn't expected it that clearly indicated that Ras mother wasn't a simple female that might have died long ago. He had noted the use of a different pronounce that 'regularly' associated with the term mother.

Despite the show of hostility Tim crouched onto eye level of the boy. "Could you tell us your name, and age?" He tried to ask gently, the way he had seen Dick interact with children before. "We could help you find your mom then or maybe Ellie, if you tell us who they are?"

Tim ignored the looks his siblings were sending him and burning into the back of his head. It didn't matter if that was a small lie, they needed to calm the boy down and confirm information. While there likely was no doubt that this was Ra's, they still needed to confirm it, the de-aging happened to quickly before their eyes there was no guarantee that they really could completely trust what they saw.

Though judging by the glare the boy was now giving him, that had a lot of similarities of how Damian tented to glare at them at times. Tim could say there was no changes that, that wasn't Ra's. Still they had to proceed logically just to be on the safer side, in case this wasn't just a villain plan backfiring but a part of a bigger absurd plan, to appeal to their consciousness with the use of a innocent looking child.

The boy on the other and stiffened more, eyes darting towards each of them, then around the area before coming back to stay on Tim. In a way the teen hoped to see some sort of recognition. But instead he saw contemplation, the gears turning in the small boy's head as red and green eyes wandered over them once more.

"Dan."

Was the court answer they got after several minutes. Dick blinked under his mask glancing back at his siblings before at the child again. "What was that Buddy?" He kept his tone friendly and calm, anything to make the child feel safe at the moment, even if that child was Ra's Al Ghul.

"Dan, that's my name." The child version of Ra's, Dan spoke again eyes on them as the boy clutched the oversized robes around him tighter. Not speaking up more.

"Dan?" Dick heard Damian murmur, it was the least to say it confused them all but then again, Ra's was very old originally, he might have changed his names a couple of times during his life time so far. It wasn't like they could track down anyone anyway or keep to what Tim had told the boy, about trying to find likely already dead people for the boy.

"Anything else you want to tell use, Dan?" Dick ask gently in hopes to get anything more out of the boy but, realised a moment later that they hit a wall as the boy's eyes narrowed with dangerous glint. Something he tried not to react on as he had seen that kind of look from Damian before and dear god, this child version of Ra's was making them more and more aware that Damian was related to that man after all.

"That's all I am going to say." The boy growled a little, though Dick could still see the hints that all of that was just a brave facade to not appear weak before them. A mannerisms he remembered all to well Damian had for a long time when he first came to Gotham. A mentality of 'don't show weakness'. Dick sighed, this was going to be difficult to handle wasn't it?

Dan stared at the place these strangely dressed people had brought him too, by now he was wearing more fitting clothes instead of that oversized robe. Though the shirt and shorts where still to big for his current frame. For a moment he cursed his small build as he quietly walked about this 'safe house'. While Dan was no stranger to strangely clothed people or entities, he was wondering what he had gotten himself into as he watched them from the corner of his eyes. The last thing he remembered was being with his Mom and Ellie, they had just gotten back from a checkup with Frostbite and his mom had promised him that he was allowed a spar with Frightnight.

And then...

Suddenly he was before these people strangely dressed people in the mittel of what looked like a destroyed altar, robes that were way to big barely fitting him. While Dan acted bravely he couldn't help the childlike fear at the sudden change of situation. Frostbite had explained it to him and Elly, that because of now properly growing up their mentality would reflect on their actual ages now. It was annoying and by all means Dan didn't want to appear weak in front of potential danger, but his eyes still watered at the thought of his mom suddenly leaving him.

Sometimes he hated how attached he had gotten to Danny after all these years.

He glanced back at these 'heroes', his ears twitched as he tried to catch what the conversation the oldest of them was having on what appeared to be a earpiece communicator. Dan had noted that everything seemed, a lot more modern that what he was used to. It made him wonder if maybe something happened to the timelines again and he got flung into a different time. If that was the case he knew he could relax and just wait for his mom to pick him up, but at the same time Dan had a feeling that wasn't the case. There was no green post-it note from old Clockwork.

Keeping these people in his peripheral vision he angled his body away. One hand out to the side and definitely kept out of their side he tried to see if he could still access his ghost powers, he knew Frostbite had told them not to do that while they were still in a delicate state of re-aging but he needed to know, in case he needed to defend himself. It didn't have any Fenton weaponry on him either.

Dan hissed as a pain shot up his arm and he dropped trying to summon his powers, with a slight bout of annoyance. Okay Frostbites warning was valid, noted. Thought the next moment the kid dressed like a streetlight, Robin if he remembered right, snatched his arm up, inspecting his hand and Dan blinked for a stunned moment before growling. He didn't liked getting touched. He was just about to voice that when he froze.

Recognising something he hadn't before. "You...." He mumbled stunned. That kid had a ecto signature, it was weak, washed out and not really strong, but Dan recognised it and swallowed hard, it was similar to his moms and his own and Ellie's. Before he could comment on it more a gleam got his attention and suddenly Dan saw something else peaking out of the collar from the colourful dressed boy.

Without thinking Dan snatched it and stumbled back from the boy, inspecting the green, emerald like stone. The gold chain around it broke as he had ripped it of the others neck as he looked at it carefully, his thumb going over the smooth surface. While Dan did that he did not notice how Robin got held back by the teen from lashing out. He didn't noticed how the three 'heroes' seemed to hurriedly hiss and discuss something among themselves as Dan inspected the calling stone.

He would be a fool to not recognise this. It was a stone made from concentrated ectoplasm, it appeared like an emerald to mortals but in truth was made from his mothers ectoplasm. A calling stone, to call him when ever they were in trouble and his mom wasn't with them already. Dan clutched the stone, it looked different from the one he remembered his mother giving him. His head snapped up as he stared hard with narrowed eyes at the other boy only a couple years older. Noting some resemblances to Danny.

Suddenly he had the thought that maybe, just maybe Clockwork had sent him here on purpose. Because maybe these people had done something to his mother, to Danny, and maybe even Ellie too. Because why else would they have one of these calling stones.

"How did you get that? Where is mom?"

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I really love your Dan is the witch boy series😍😍 all your works are amazing and I was wondering if you plan on writing more of this series. I really want to see Vlad getting beaten up by a bunch of Assassins 🤣🤣. And Is Danny getting shipped with anyone?

Yep I still got a part or so in my drafts I am still working on. But lately writing isn't as easy as I hoped it would be for me. A lot of my writing depends on my environment and personal motivation. And additionally I had planned to post some things this week but sadly my week of vacation went a whole lot different. I am glad you love it though! It is definitely always fun to write for.

Though please also be aware that credits for this au also go to @villainmirabelmadriga without their asked this AU wouldn't exist the way it does right now.

Regarding ships... In DPxDC I am not much of a shipper when writing (reading is a whole other story though...) and more found family oriented. Personally I don't see any and I like to leave hints in a way that readers can image whatever ship they would prefer unless I do write about an actual ship. Personally in that AU I have either the Everlasting Trio in my head or Danny having a nice co-parenting kind of relationship with Val or Tucker or no shipping at all. It kind of depends a bit on my mood when I write. (Sorry not much of a Sam-Fan...)

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Oh yes new crack au the Nightingales I think that's spelled right.

Are a big family with a lot of people in it we're all related by chance they all have a family reunion though in the infinite realms imagine Batman Surprise when you get the invitation in the mail to invite him in the Justice League to the Nightingale family reunion

Turns out that Klarion and Martha Night (what her name used to be before she married Thomas Wayne) share the same deadbeat mother the same one he slept with Klarion's Mom and the same one who had Martha Night with Martha's dad

Just a dumb crack idea of Morpher and Clarion being half siblings and Bruce having to deal with that and many other cookies are like half cousins removed are like aunties and uncles that don't visit a lot because of family drama

Just imagine a big old family reunion hosted by Danny but family games everyone bringing something to eat weirdly planning plans to murder their enemies sometimes but help from younger relatives that understand things more

Teaching your family how to use is technology that they had no idea existed cuz they were born no technology zone

Goofy thing Martha and Klarion Bleak literally being comparative half siblings who win every minigame during the family reunion over here styling out children and jump rope just because they can

Love this idea. I modified the Half siblings origin in for my bit a little to something that felt would make it a little funnier. Also Thanks so much. Your ask came at the right time with my vacation and rekindled my passion for writing. I got a lot of stuff to catch up this vacation!

I was playing with the thought of adding this to my ghost king is my uncle AU but decided against it. This family constellation created for this Family Reunion AU feels better suited for it and funnier in a way.

Either way, i think I drifted of a bit into the crackish space and maybe also went a little ooc at some points... but please enjoy.

[Also an edited and probably a bit more flashed out version might get uploaded to AO3 at some point...]

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A Nightingale Family Reunion

Bruce blinked and stared at the glowing floating eyeball before him. That thing had appeared in the middle of a meeting with the Justice League, directly in front of him. A waspy green tail curled around a envelop, decorated with a small ghost and addressed to his a name. His actual name. Not "Batman" but "Bruce Wayne".

Now it was lucky that identity reveals had already happened with all the core members that were in this meeting. Yet it was still unnerving that someone sent him this creature, directly to him while he was with the Justice League as Batman.

It took him a moment to realize that he wasn't the only one that had a floating eyeball before him. It took only one glance to the side to see that Wonder Woman, aka Diana also had one floating before her. Though compared to him she appeared to have expected it. Thanking that creature for the delivery of an 'Invitation'.

Bruce's eyes flitted back to the eyeball before him. It stared back at him, unblinking, of course not something it could do without eyelids. Unlike Diana he had not yet reached out to grasp that envelope from the creatio. Rather contemplating what could happen if he took it and what all could result from that action.

Deep in his thoughts he did not notice how Diana approached head shaking with a smile. "I didn't realize you were part of the Family. You shouldn't keep it waiting, The messengers have jobs to do."

She didn't hesitate taking the envelope from the eyeball for him, thanking the creation before pressing the envelope into his hand. He reluctantly accepted it, determined to question her later more about this as she appeared to know more than he did about this… phenomenon.

And he wasn't disappointed.

'Later' as he found out Diana explained to him how 'the family' had a get-together every 100 years. A family Reunion of sorts of the entire family in a place called the 'Infinite Realms'. Bruce had wanted to question her more on this but she only patted his shoulder, explaining that not all 'mortal' family members got to take part of this event during their 'live-time'. That some would even either be too young to even remember ever taking part in one until they died.

An unsettling statement. Especially when she implied that one could still take part even after death. It was very unsettling but for now Bruce accepted that explanation. He would still try to press on more questions. His children, who all apparently also got invitations delivered by that eyeball creature (including, even Alfred), weren't much better. While some took it in stride, others went into full on investigation mode. (He stopped counting how many days Tim forwent sleep to deep dive into information about the Infinite Realms.)

And then the day of the 'Family Reunion' came.

Diana had decided to accompany them into the Infinite Realms. Helping by being their guide, his stomach sunk as a green vortex opened before them, an eyeball with a bow tie floating before it, moving like it bowed to them. He worriedly had glanced at his second oldest son, hoping this was not going to be some kind of PTSD trigger, but Jason had appeared surprisingly fine.

So despite not feeling alright with it but encouraged by Diana, that this was harmless, they stepped through the portal.

On the other side they came face to face with a giant foyer, even bigger than the one his children knew from Wayne Manor. Bruce blinked as he stared, schooling his expression into his usual stoic one as he surveyed his surroundings. Several blue skinned or greenish…. people mingled with each other. Some having two legs, others something Bruce could help but describe as a ghost tail.

Then his usual stoic expression dropped as his eyes visible widened and he saw the Ghost of his mother arguing with the Witch Boy Klarion in the middle of the foyer, surrounded by others cheering them on as they apparently were holding some sort of competition and not arguing as he first thought. His children weren't fairing much better considering they knew what Martha Wayne looked like from Portrays.

Alfred appeared to be the least one faced as the older man shock his head fondly as if that wasn't an unfamiliar sight to him.

"DIANA!" A cheery voice shouted that ripped Bruce, as well as his children out of their shock as they saw a blur of black and white approach. Bruce hand instantly went to the hidden batarang in his pockets. But they could only blink as they watched the Amazonian Woman get engulfed in a bear hug that would put Dick's octopus-like hugs to shame.

"My Little Niece! So happy you made it! Oh and I see you decided to help Martha's little one to get here safely!" The white haired man grinned brightly. "I hope you're ready Dan really wants a rematch with you, you know?"

"Uncle Danny. Of course I would come, I would never miss this." Diana smiled, and Bruce decided then that this man likely wasn't hostile and let go of the batarang. Though he only relaxed slightly. "Besides I definitely didn't want to miss this one considering this is their first time."

Danny, as Bruce had noted the name, nodded sagely as he let go of Diana. "I know but it is so hard to organise a get-together with everyone. Every 100 years is the easiest to do this."

Bruce took note of that information also. His eyes darting back to his children that were now curiously watching the crowd, more interested as they judged the situation as not dangerous for the moment. But before Bruce could decided what to do, the white haired man Danny hugged him.

"So glad you could join! I was so eager to finally get to meet my grandbaby! I remember when Martha first showed you off to me! You were such a sweet little thing!" To say Bruce was shocked was an understatement. Dick and the rest of his kids started snickering when they saw how Bruce's face morphed from stoic to something akin to shell shocked for the bat.

As if on que a voice he hadn't heard in years called out "BRUCIE!" And a moment later the man was in a group hug, sandwiched between the man with white hair, claiming to be his maternal grandfather and the ghost of his mother.

"MARTHA! I WASN'T DONE WITH YOU YET!" Another familiar voice shouted. Less considered family but still shocking as Klarion marched over arms crossed as he the witch boy glared at Martha. "We are not done yet sister!"

"SISTER?!" The batkids shouted in chorus. Bruce was pretty sure this was the moment his brain blue screened.

Alfred on the other hand seemed rather amused. Though before Bruce could even give a semblance of a reaction to… just everything another very familiar but also strict voice shouted across the entire foyer.

"BRUCE THOMAS WAYNE!" The reaction was instant, as if it hadn't been years Bruce stood straighter, eyes darting to who shouted his full name. Wide eyed he saw the ghost of his father Thomas Wayne approaching…. with a Sandale in hand.

And while his brain was currently too overwhelmed to recognise the shock of first seeing his parents (even as ghosts), and also the chaos of whatever kind of family reunion this was. A in -trained reaction was the first thing that got his body in motion, as memories of his childhood flashed across his mind. Not even his own training could have prevented this kind of reaction.

The Bat-kids on the other hand watched stunned as there was only a second of Bruce seeing the Ghost of Thomas Wayne with a stern expression and a sandal in hand before the man they knew as Batman. Stoic, unmoving and unphased, emotionally constipated Batman. Hightailed it and ran, the expression of a child getting caught with their hand in the cookie jar plastered across the running man's face.

Klarion bursted out laughing, Martha chuckled amused, the smile of a caring mother hidden behind her hand and Alfred he looked even fonder, openly chuckling. All the while the ghost of Thomas Wayne chased after his son shouting of "WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE ANCIENTS WERE YOU THINKING DROPPING OUT OF MEDICAL SCHOOL! WHAT KIND OF EXAMPLE ARE YOU FOR YOUR OWN CHILDREN! ONE OF THEM IS EVEN A HIGHSCHOOL DROPOUT! EVEN HARVEY AND HARLEY HAVE A DEGREE!"

The other guests of this reunion didn't seemed bothered at all and even Diana shook her head as she excused herself in search for her Uncle Dan that apparently wanted a rematch. It took a moment for the Batkids but once the shock settled their attention instantly got drawn to their grandmother starting arguing with Klarion about some game they had to finish.

"Uh…. how are you two siblings?" Jason, the brave soul asked, while his sibling seemed to still try to catch up with things. Maybe Jason was just better in these pack that thought for later moments, to recover the fastest.

"Oh this is your Great Uncle Klarion my dears. My halfbrother." Martha smiled at them as she warped her arms around Klarions shoulder, pinching the Witch Boys cheek. Which looked comical in a way as Martha appeared as a full grown adult while Klarion… was well Klarion.

"Stop that." Klarion hissed swatting at Martha and Danny laughed at his two children.

"Yea but… how?" Tim finally stammered out finding his voice once he logged a lot of his thoughts away for later. There was just too much to unpack at once.

"So well…" Martha starts before pausing. "This here is my mom. Danny. Yes Mom, the entire family calls him mom because of his tendency to mother hen over us all."

Danny had the gall to look offended and was about to interrupt his daughter before a hand clapped over his mouth a woman that looked a lot like him leaning over his shoulder grinning mischievously. "Oh, are we explaining family relations? I am Danielle by the way, your great grand aunt. You kids can call me Ellie."

Dick's mind was starting to spin but he nodded, sharing a look with his siblings.

"So Marha is the daughter of Danny's wife. The one he fell in love with and married when he chose to give a mortal life another chance. And Klarion? Is also Danny's son but well..." Ellie smiles mischievous like she knew a conspiracy they didn't. "...some things appear to be very much in the family."

"What does that imply…?" Damian ask eyes sharp as he noticed the glance towards him.

"Well Klarions birthmom is a deadbeat, somehow got Danny to sleep with her and then dropped Klarion off with him years later when he had just married again and had Martha." Ellie grind and suddenly the entire Batkids started with a strange feel of Deja vu, while Danielle grinned widely. Martha chuckled amused too and Klarion just shook his head.

Damian coughed awkwardly. The parallels to his own mother and Bruce were not lost on him. Then Jason suddenly broke out laughing, "You telling me Demon Brat isn't the only kid in the family that has a background like that!"

To their shock Martha broke out laughing now while Klarion glared at her. "Oh my! My grandchild and brother are even sharing a nickname!"

"Wait what?!" Tim spluttered, as he stared openly at Klarion. The witch boy. Someone he had fought several times by now. Who apparently was in his family also known as Demon Brat.

"Excuse me! My birth mother was at least an actual demoness! My grand nephew's mother doesn't compare to that at all!" Klarion protested, apparently offended for some reasons as Martha only laughed harder.

The bat kids could only watch in shock as Klarion and Martha started to argue like siblings while Danny ended up wrestling with Danielle to get the hand of his mouth. Meanwhile Bruce was still getting chased around by Thomas Wayne for dropping out of medical school and Alfred watched Klarion and Martha with a nostalgic fondness none of them could explain as of right now.

But one thing was clear, this family reunion, that apparently happens every 100 years would hold a whole lot more shocking reveals for them….

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hey, i wonder if you are gonna continue the 'Ghost kid in Gotham' fic, i just had the doubt. and by the way i really liked it and i been reareading it many times now, really liked your writing style👍

Don't worry I am not giving up on that one at all. I just didn't have the time to really write on it with other things coming up. But I am getting a weeknof vacation soon and I am planning on updating the next part as well as finishing editing one more chapter for AO3.

Spoiler: Next part might be called, "He went poff!" 😉

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Me, evil inspired cackling and rubbing my hands like a villain: The Easter Weekend is coming... no work... oh and a week later I got one week of vacation~

The characters I like to write for huddling in a corner: Oh God, she is back... and it will not stick to just stress writing....

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I just thought of this idea while reading through Klarion’s (Dan’s) mother meets his fake friends au and that is a side post about the tcf gods and hero party founding out and interacting with Bite. (I think it would be funnier if the gods thought that Bite was just a person that ascended to the position of God of Death then him being the son of a God of Death or any other way to a ascend to godhood without the gods finding about Danny)

There’s multiple ways to do this with ether Bite getting in trouble and Danny having to help him or where like Dan’s situation Danny’s just visits him to check on how he is doing. It’s just that everyone is surprised that Bite is Danny’s son and Cale just looks at him like “How could a bastard god like you come from him” and just points at Danny

(You could make side post where the people of the world where one of Danny’s kids lives in meets him and is surprised)

I... LOVE THIS!

Honestly I wanted to write something for TCF for a while but never really had the guts to do so really before other than my brain thinking up scenarios...

Soooooo here we go!

[Added note: sorry this took me way longer than it should have. Just saw it in my drafts, and i was horrified for how long it had been in there....]

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Bite groaned as he leafed through his paper work that had accumulated once again. He had just worked through his latest pile and now there was another pile on his desk already. His mom was going to be annoyed that he was going to miss another family dinner. Hopefully he wasn't going to be the only one sitting out. He knew if he missed the family dinners to often his mom would just up and show up in his space or rather his dimension with the different worlds he took care of.

His head hit the table dramatically. Sometimes he hated being the responsible one among his siblings to the point that his mother trusted him with taking care of a couple of worlds of his own.

"You look tired God of Death." A voice hummed amused.

Bite had enough dignity to lift his head up so his chin was now resting on the table as he glared at Angelina, the Sun God, who in return only chuckled amused.

"If you are here to try and take Cale from me again...."

"He still hasn't agreed to be your Saint. I still got a chance."

Bite only glared more as he began to mutter. "No you don't. You already got Alberu, who should be mine but he is of the Crossman linage, so lucky you! You are not taking my child from me."

Angelina laughed amused. "You know Cale doesn't like it when you call him 'your child'."

The recent God of Death only huffed not dignifying her dig with a response as he pulled a random sheet of paper from the stack of his desk as he sat up straighter again. "Don't you have your own work to do instead of pestering me?"

"Not really." Angelina hummed. It was in that moment that Bite felt a shift, he shivered. Something wasn't right and that didn't have anything to do with the Sun God bothering him. Wide eyed his hands slammed down on his table as his chair clattered to the back when he stood. "Oh no...."

.........

"Oh is that so? Has he been bothering your 'Young Master' a lot?" Danny hummed, sipping politely a very good lemon tea. Mentally he was filing Cale away as a grandchild already, taking his son calling the young man his child very serious. Because come on, his son was raised in a Ghost Community, if he claimed that soul as child than that made him Danny's grandchild.

The old man, Ron, before him, smiled eerily as if sensing Danny's thoughts. Still judging if this man before him was a danger or not. Though the little dragon wasn't threading the man as a danger to Cale. Nor was the blond older Dragon that apparently instantly marched over the moment he had sensed Danny's arrival and was watching the white haired man critically too.

"Say, does the boy need another grandpa? You can never have enough grandpa's though. My son is calling your Young Master his child and... i wanna be a dotting, spoiling grandfather. Always wanted to be, but my sister didn't even let me spoil my own kids before." Danny smiled innocently as he let the little kids play with a harmless ball of ectoplasm.

Meanwhile, Cale while outwardly appearing very calm and collected, watching Ron and apparently a white-haired, other wordly deity, had a blank expression. And after he was done mentally questioning how the entirely different word system worked, how screwed up it was and how he could exploit it. Also started questioning, how such a man could be the God of Death's apparent father.

Once he was done with that mental gymnastic, Cale wondered... at first he wanted to ask that man for compensation for his sons doings but then... he thought if that man wanted to be a dotting and spoiling grandfather.... maybe there was a good way to use that to his advantage, after all he was trash.

Danny, meanwhile, enjoyed getting to know more extended family. He definitely was going to spoil this grandson and then the great grandchildren. And then he would also drag his son Bite home to have some words with him.

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Help please? [Resolved]

Okay, so I am working... and I am supposed to focus... though...

I am doing home office today... and I got Young Justice (season 1) re-running playing on my tablet on the side as white noise.

Now that's all fine and dandy I can work buuut...

I remembered a dpxdc fic that was super awesome, and I can't focus... and before I end up trying to desperatly search through my subscriptions on AO3, I am asking Tumblr for help...

... so the fic or what I remember was:

Danny was floating in space and the got picked up by a Green Lantern (I think Hal because I remember him living with him). Danny gets mistaken as a being choosen by a Ring and joins Young Justice and goes with Robin, Kaldur and Co. Through the Season 1 adventures...

Sooo... i would be really thankful if anyone could point me in the right direction before I go insane while working...

Thanks for any help!

Update:

Thank you!!! TTvTT my mind can rest now...

For anyone interested that's the link: Ring of Power! It's in the replies too!

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Little Snippets #10

"Oh hell naw!"

Goon Nr.1 shouted the moment the bag got pulled of Danny's head, and he squinted at the light. His eyes adjusted.

"I am not paid enough to deal with a Wayne kid!" Goon Nr.2 groan.

Danny blinked again. Now he could just... easily walk out of this, but the school trip had been boring, and he thought he could get in some rough housing if he let this men... like kidnapped him. You know? Like he does with his ghost rogues. But this was unexpected now that these guys were apparently getting a closer look at him.

"Come on its Wayne kid! The Ransom will be a big pay out." Goon Nr.3 said cheerful.

Danny blinked again, the other two goons giving the third one a rather deadpan stare.

"New guy?" Nr.2 asked.

"New guy." Nr.1 confirmed.

Okay, this was the point on which Danny was now puzzled. Who were the Wayne's? Why was kidnapping them bad? And was this a good moment to transform and get a bit of brawl in? He really wanted some action after all the museums and sightseeing trips Mr. Lancer took the class on.

Goon Nr.1 was now patting Nr.3's shoulder like he was an innocent child. "Dude, we don't mess with the Waynes because that alerts the Bats. We don't want to deal with Batman if we don't have too."

"Last time I worked for Peguin, he strung me up and tied me to a roof..." Nr.2 shivered.

"I saw him take out ten guys at once before... ran for my life that day." Nr.1 sighted before he shook his head. "And that's when Batman has a good day. On a bad day... you will have broken bones."

"And in the worst case, you get one of his spawns to show up instead." Goon Nr.2 added on.

"Uh... Spawns?" Danny couldn't help but ask, blinking from his spot on a chair, no longer tied onto it as he had already phased out of the ropes while they weren't looking.

"The Robin's!" The two goons said in sync and then proceeded to launch into an explanation about the Robin's, their theory about which Robin became which other vigilante according to the timeline and how Red Hood fit into that theory and also why they were so much worse when they showed up instead of Batman.

Danny won't deny it. That was kind of the most interesting part of his school trip now, as he sat there nodding along to the explanation Goon Nr.1 and Nr.2 were giving him and Nr.3.

Meanwhile...

Mr. Lancer was panicked. One Danny Fenton was missing. A Fenton was mission. He lost a God damn Fenton in an unknown city. He needed to do damage control and that quickly. Unknowingly alerting the Bats to the situation through contacting the GCPD to find one blue-eyed, black haired teenager.

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Little Snippets #9

"This portal will bring you back to your time safely."

The young teen, well kid in Dick's eyes said before them, pointing towards a green vortex. Dick felt relieved but also a twist in his gut. Time travel adventures always had their pro and cons. He was sure that they hadn't messed up anything, Damian wouldn't end up with a new hair cut this time, nor any of his brother. Hell Jason was even apparently cleaned out from some bad ectoplasm.

Yet...

They had spend some time here, fixing Ra's newest dumb idea to get Damian back on his side. They had bonded with this kid from the past. A young hero at the age of 14, barely older than Damian himself.

The kid had gotten tricked by Ra at first then they ended up in his time resolving the mess and bonding with this kid. Like really bonded with this kid. Like B starting to mentor the kid like he did all of them. Tim tinkering and engineering with him. Jason bantering and joking with the kid, even Damian bonded with him, thanks to one size changing ghost dog. Not to mention Dick bonded with the kid a lot too.

And it sucked in Dick's opinion. He glanced at his family, even if they all were in gear and wearing masks, he could see the small signs in the way they where holding themselves. The small indications, movements barely noticeable to anyone else.

Hell he could even see it in Bruce, the way the man tensed just a little bit. The small twitch of the man's lip, the little minuscule tilt. It was all there and only for the Batfamily to see.

Dick put on a smile, burying that twisted feeling in his gut.

Like they all did.

Like they all were forced to do.

He watched Tim make one last souvenir selfie. Well they all had one with the kid. Made at various points during their stay in this time. Even Damian sneaked making one using the excuse of wanting a selfie with that big green ghost dog.

"We will be on our way then kid." He tried sounding cheerful and by the smile the kid gave him, he was sure he hit the right tone of voice. "Don't be a stranger when we meet again."

He smiled still, knowing his family caught on to the fact that he said 'when' not 'if'.

Because it was obvious.

In their short time here, they all but officially, had adopted the kid into the family. Dick would joke that he kid would fit right in with them while they were here. Jason lamenting how Bruce had a type with kids. Bruce had had that minuscule uplift to his lip whenever they had joked around with the kid.

But again, this wasn't their time.

And that's why time travel sucked.

You make bonds, maybe even new family.

But they wouldn't be there when you are back in the time you belong.

But Dick was determined. When they stepped through that vortex, when he looked back at the kid waving to them. He knew what he had to do the moment they were back in their time.

He just hoped the kid would remember them, remember his words of not being a stranger.

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When you are motivated to write but your health says nope...

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Overshadowing in the worst way possible

Danny froze, and blinked. Several times.

His smile dropped.

Internally, he was screaming bloody murder inside his head.

Freaking the f out.

Was he having a panic attack?

It felt like he was having a panic attack.

Internally, at least for sure.

Why does timing suck so much for him?

Danny stood frozen seeing his own reflection in the kid's eyes, well eye, the other looked swollen shut already.

Dear Ancients, he was only freaking out more.

Danny had heard of things like this before...

His ghost rogues turned friends had a lot of stories to tell.

But this was worse than any story he could have ever heard before.

It was his worst nightmare.

The crowbar clanged loudly as it dropped to the floor.

His hands gripped his hair hard, nearly ripping strands out.

"Oh fuck, oh God... what the hell?!"

Danny has no idea how it happened nor could he remember but somehow...

He got stuck in the body of a clown that was beating on a kid.

This was making him so damn sick already.

He will need a whole lot of sessions with Jazz once he figured out what was happening.

And that kid probably would need it too.

Because whatever was happening wasn't helping his own clown trauma or the kid's possible trauma at all...

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Jail Buddies

Once a month, Jason makes an effort to meet Dick on purpose. Sometimes even more. After all, he was a good little brother checking in with his brother. Though he had a rather uncontroversial way of doing so. One that involved getting led into a jail cell of your local police department and loudly demanding to speak to Officer Grayson.

Okay, maybe it wasn't like that it was an effort to check on his brother and just one of his many listed dumb moments of recklessness he got caught for. And he was maybe using his brother to get out without having to call Cass, Steph, Duke, Tim, Damian, Alfred or Bruce, in that order depending who was willing to bail him out every time Dick had his 'Little Wing you won't learn if I keep bailing you out.'-Phases again. Or if Dick was being petty because of a recent prank war.

Either way, while Jason was waiting for Dick to make his entrance in his cell he noticed the teen boy sharing the cell with him staring at him wide eyed. He arched an eyebrow, and decided on a whim to make friendly conversation.

"So what got you here kid?"

The teen blinked as if just realizing Jason had addressed him before grinning a bit feral, his blue eyes having an unnatural glow. "Vandalism."

Jason's eyebrow rose again, but the teen continued.

"Trashed mu place and gave my guardian's car a pretty paint job and some other stuff."

"You vandalized your own place? And got arrested."

"Fruitloop decided an overnight stay was a better punishment then leaving me unattended."

The teen shrugged and Jason couldn't help but feel like he just had heard a red flag. He opened his mouth to question the kid more but than his brother finally made his entrance.

"Little Wing! What did you do this time!?" Jason could see that Dick was out to start a rant but changed tunes when he noticed the teen.

"Danny or Dan? You are here again? When did they bring you in? Trouble at home?" Dick asked, and Jason clearly saw the telltale signs of information fishing bat style.

"Danny and the usual." Danny, as Jason now learned the kid's name was, shrugged nonchalantly like this wasn't the first time he and Dick had had that exchange.

"Seriously buddy? I had a rebellious phase as teen too but to regularly trash your home to the point that someone calls the police or vandalize your guardian's cars, buildings, advertisements or anything that has to do with him is not a solution kid." Jason arched an eyebrow at Dicks tone, feeling slightly reminded of whenever Dick lectured one of them.

"Oh I know. But it's a nice stress reliever, plus you guys are nice here. I get pizza as dinner whenever I stay the night." The kid grinned and Jason couldn't help the snort that earned him a little glare from Dick.

Instead of arguing further his brother let out a suffering sigh and let Jason out of the cell, waving him towards the exit and following him shortly after giving the kid one more look that looked like a mix between stern and pleading to stop being a rebellious teen.

Once out of earshot, Jason then chose to ask. "So what's the kid's deal?"

"Nothing, just a rebellious teen reminds me of Damian when he first appeared. He has a twin and a little sister as far as I know, both of them also known here. Their guardian is an upstanding man, though." Jason heard the hidden but.

"Did someone look into it?" He hummed more as a cover.

"Higher ups don't know, but i am running an investigation." Translation Bruce is unaware, but Dick was using Bat resources for looking into the kid's residence.

"Nice kid, didn't think he was a regular." He only commented.

"Nice and polite, you wouldn't think he did some of the things he was brought in for. Distrustful though, despite his friendly nature."

Jason nodded as Dick went through the papers to bail him out, a thought popping up in his head. Clearly, something was up with the kid that had his brother worried, and it looked like he was stuck on just doing his investigation. So, being the thoughtful little brother he was, Jason decided to help his brother.

In his uncontroversial ways, of course.

"Yo Danny, also here?" Jason grinned as he was led into the same cell the teen was in a week later.