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ghostly-frogly · 1 day
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Blessings and Rocks
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Danny didn’t know this, because no one tells him anything about his powers until it’s too late, but due to his status as an ancient he is able to give blessings. He might be a god, but only a little bit!
Danny has a habit of picking up rocks. Any type of rock really. He doesn’t care if it’s particularly pretty or shiny or smooth. If he sees a rock he’s going to pick it up and carry it around in his pocket.
He doesn’t just horde these rocks either. He doesn’t have a rock collection, okay he does but it’s small, he doesn’t really have any real use for these rocks. So he… gives them away. He mainly gives them to his friends. Everyone has a rock collection now due to Danny.
Now that he’s in Gotham for university he’s been making a lot of new friends. Apparently he’s cool or something? So he’s been having a lot of new people to give rocks too.
His newest victims have been the Wayne’s. After making fast friend of Duke he just seemed to click with them. They’re definitely shady and Danny swears they’re connected to the Bats but he doesn’t care enough to connect any dots himself.
Danny didn’t know that giving rocks were him giving blessings. Don’t get him wrong he’s not going to stop now that he knows because if he can improve someone’s day or week due to a literal rock he’s gonna do it.
He just wished he knew before he was being confronted about it by the Bats(maybe the Wayne’s?) and some loser British guy in a trench coat.
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ghostly-frogly · 1 day
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I found you clocky
DANNYYYYYYY 🫵🫵
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ghostly-frogly · 2 months
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There is a new Wayne Family fan account. Which wouldn't be too out of the ordinary if it weren't for the account talking about things they should have no way of knowing.
Danny can't do anything about Vlad now that he's both become mayor and wormed his way back into his parents lives. But he can at least piss him off. He does that via multiple fan accounts that point out how much better other billionaires are compared to him. Though in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have relied on ghosts to get him information.
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ghostly-frogly · 2 months
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There is a new Wayne Family fan account. Which wouldn't be too out of the ordinary if it weren't for the account talking about things they should have no way of knowing.
Danny can't do anything about Vlad now that he's both become mayor and wormed his way back into his parents lives. But he can at least piss him off. He does that via multiple fan accounts that point out how much better other billionaires are compared to him. Though in hindsight, maybe he shouldn't have relied on ghosts to get him information.
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ghostly-frogly · 3 months
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little siblings and blood lust
Based off of this post by @nerdpoe
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Danny was on Doomed again without Sam or Tucker. His two friends had something else to do tonight so Danny was content to play by himself. Or at least he would have been playing alone if he hadn't noticed that his online friend, Tim, was on. Tim was really good at video games. It was one of his favorite pastimes along with skateboarding.
Tim was cool, Danny liked Tim, Tim talked(more like complained) about his siblings a lot. He had two older brothers, an older sister, and a little brother. They had a complicated family dynamic due to almost all of them being adopted other than the youngest. And even then they apparently didn't know about the youngest until a couple months ago when he came to live with them.
The youngest had a habit of violence and picking fights with Tim. Danny found it adorable. The baby obviously wanted to play and Danny didn't understand why Tim didn't seem to get it.
"I mean to me it sounds like he really likes you."
"Have you not been listening to anything I have been saying? He threw a knife at my head when we were eating dinner."
"Well did you throw it back? It just sounds like he's trying to play!"
"Danny, in what world does that count as playing?"
"You really aren't good with kids, are you? My little sister has shot me in the back, punched, kicked, and bit me all within our first few times hanging out with each other. Even now two years later I still play with her cause she's my little sister ya know? A little bloodshed is fine, it's bonding, healthy even!"
"Danny... you're... not human... are you?"
"Fuck."
"Imma take that as a no."
"How the hell did you know?!"
"Normal people don't act like that."
"Act like what?"
"Okay, so I'm gonna teach you human 101 so you don't accidentally kill someone for 'bonding'."
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How does this keep on happening to Tim? Not even his online friends were normal. He didn't bother asking Danny in what way he wasn't human but his guess was alien that is more sturdy than a regular human. Because there is no other way for something like bloodshed to be a normal bonding activity between friends and family. From the way Danny described it, fighting was something cultural and important between people who care for one another.
Tim hates to admit it but as of late, he has been taking Danny's advice. When Damian threw a knife at him Tim dodged and threw it back with just as much deadly aim. The first few times he did this in front of Dick or Bruce he was pulled aside, much like Damian in the beginning, and told that he shouldn't be fighting like this. After a while, both seemed to give up and let them try to tear each other to pieces.
Damian... calmed down after a while. He wasn't making attempts on his life as frequently anymore. They dwindled down to almost nothing in the past few weeks. Damian also seemed to be calmer, just like Danny said he would be.
"Are we sure Damian is human?"
"What?" Bruce spit out his coffee and turned around in his seat in front of the batcomputer. "Why do you believe Damian isn't human?"
"I met this guy online," Tim started his explanation, "and we were talking about our younger siblings and their behavior. I mentioned how Damian has been trying to kill me."
"He wasn't trying to kill-"
"He was trying to kill me, Bruce, don't try to defend the little demon. Anyways, my online friend told me that it sounded like he was just trying to play. He told me about how Damian sounded like his little sister and that all the threats and violence were just him trying to bond. Obviously, my friend isn't human, he later confirmed this."
"Obviously."
"Yep. So I have come to the conclusion that Damian isn't human."
"And he is part whatever your friend is? And how is your friend now human?"
"I don't know Bruce! Unlike you, I don't investigate my friends to find out all of their secrets." Tim folded his arms over his chest but immediately broke when Bruce raised an eyebrow at him. "Okay, so I started investigating and didn't find anything. I tried to back hack into his gaming ID but didn't find anything I couldn't even trace what email he used and I'm kinda pissed about it."
"I can assure you that Damian is 100% human."
"How would you know that?"
"From the amount of DNA tests I did on him when he first came to live with us."
"Oh..."
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"Danny I hate to say it but you were right."
"I told you sooooo~"
"Shut the fuck up."
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ghostly-frogly · 3 months
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I see him in your eyes
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Damian Al Ghul-Wayne hated Richard Grayson.
He hated everything about him.
He hated how much he smiled and laughed.
He hated how optimistic he was.
He hated how he tried to ruffle his hair and call him Dami.
He hated how he said that they were brothers.
Damian Al Ghul-Wayne hated Richard Grayson.
Richard Grayson reminds Damian Al Ghul-Wayne of his older brother, Danyal Al Ghul.
Danyal Al Ghul died at age ten when he was ordered to kill his baby brother. Damian Al Ghul-Wayne lost his big brother when he was eight years old. Danyal would rather run himself through with his own blade than hurt his baby brother. Damian initially saw it as a weakness, but that weakness was also proof of love. It was proof that Danyal loved Damian more than anyone in either of their lives loved them.
It was the type of brotherly affection and love that Damian didn't want after his brother died. And it was the type of love he wouldn't get until his mother shipped him off to Gotham and he met Richard Grayson.
Damian didn't speak of Danyal, he had no brother to speak of. No matter how many times Father spoke of siblings that were made through a piece of paper that had the words 'adoption' on it. Damian had no siblings and he didn't want any if he couldn't have Danyal.
It is too bad for him that Richard Grayson is persistent in his quest for another brother.
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ghostly-frogly · 4 months
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To comprehend
DPxDC
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Everything was going great, Bruce was introducing Danny to the rest of his kids. Danny was the newest member of the family. He was a street kid that had a habit of getting into too much trouble for someone who wasn’t native to Gotham. Dick, as Nightwing, was able to finally convince the kid to except their help.
The night time heroes grew attached to the kid, even Damian seemed to like him.
Most of the bats already met Danny but just in their uniforms. The only one who hasn’t met Danny was Duke. Danny was only active during the night. They could never find him during the day so Duke had no reason to have met him before.
Everything was going to good.
Danny and Duke were introducing themselves, handshakes and everything, when Dukes eyes seemed to go wide and distant. Like he was seeing something he shouldn’t be. He was staring just above, or maybe behind, Danny slack jawed. He started to shake.
Danny quickly reached his hands up to cover Dukes eyes. His hands kept his eyes tightly shut as he talked in a panicked voice,
“You can see past the veil but you can’t comprehend. Don’t look too closely or you’ll drive yourself mad. Okay?”
He didn’t take his hands off Duke until Duke gave a small nod.
Duke kept his eyes down, looking intensely at Danny’s shoes.
Danny gave the rest of the people in the room a sheepish smile as the only explanation.
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ghostly-frogly · 4 months
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"Did I forget to mention that?"
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"Well, I might only be two years old but I wasn't born yesterday."
Complete. And utter. Silence.
"Phantom," Bruce pinches the bridge of his nose taking a deep breath in, "What do you mean you're only two years old?"
Phantom was floating in the air on his back with his hands behind his head, he looked like he was lounging on a coach. "Huh? I mean exactly what I said!"
"You're two?!" Flash yells in disbelief. Most of the other JL members have a similar look of disbelief.
"Well yeah, I only died two years ago..."
The looks of disbelief turned into horror.
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ghostly-frogly · 4 months
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Hypothermia fears me
Based on this post by @artemismoorea03
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Danny thrived in the cold.
He sat in the back part of an alley between a chain-linked fence and piles of old cardboard boxes. There was snow on the ground and more was falling down from the sky. Danny was just trying to sleep, he had a long day of walking around Gotham doing nothing.
He was lying on his side with his jacket thrown on the ground and his backpack used as a pillow. Danny wasn’t about to lay on the dirty ground with nothing separating himself from the concrete. That was some sort of sickness waiting to happen.
He’s been lying there for enough time that snow was starting to cover him. The buildings on both sides of him shielded him from the wind of the blizzard and kept the snow from moving. There was a good few inches covering him at this point.
This was comfortable for Danny. He was used to the mountains of snow of the far frozen being used as blankets. The coldness of space surrounded him. His own ice core a heavy weight in his chest. This type of cold Danny knew.
Danny was dead asleep within minutes. He really might as well have been dead. His lips were blue and his heart stopped beating regularly. He wasn’t shivering or even breathing.
He didn’t hear the panicked yell of, “Kid!” From the entrance of the alley.
Danny paid no mind to the heavy footsteps getting closer to him.
His eyes only blinked open sluggishly when he felt two fingers on his neck, his pulse point.
There was a man, Red Hood, kneeling above him. Danny could hear a soft “thank god.” Coming from the helmet. “Come on kid, let’s get you somewhere warm.”
“No…” Danny was still half asleep so his voice was dry and his words came out slurred. “I’m… I’m fine.”
“I don’t think so kid, let’s go.” Red Hood leaned down to pick Danny up with one arm securing his back and the other hooked under his knees. Red Hood maneuvered Danny around so his face was tucked into the crook of his neck.
The only thing keeping Danny from pushing him away and running was the fact that Red Hood felt like the Infinite Realms to some degree. He had no core but there was ectoplasm buried deep in his chest. The ectoplasm felt angry and unstable but Danny knew it wouldn’t hurt him.
Danny went back to sleep.
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Jason was going to have a fucking aneurysm.
He knew the blizzard was coming. Before it hit he went around to all the street kids and homeless people in his territory to offer them shelter. No one was going to die from the cold on his watch.
He was making a final round as the snow started to pick up to check on one certain kid. Jason didn’t know his name, he never asked as the kid seemed skittish enough as is. This kid has been a pain in his ass since he showed up in crime alley.
He was very obviously not from Gotham. He was also never properly dressed for the weather. No matter how often Jason has offered a coat or some warmer clothes the kid never took it. He was always in the same worn jeans and t-shirt, sometimes being spotted with a hoodie.
Even as the temperature became freezing, there was no change in wardrobe. Jason was convinced he was going to find the kid dead with frostbite one of these days.
And from the condition the kid is in it might be today.
Jason found him in his usual alley.
Jason thought he was dead, the kid wasn’t even shivering. He couldn’t describe how relieved he was when he saw those blue eyes looking at him.
The kid was cold to the touch with blue lips and fingers. He was entering the later stages of hypothermia and Jason needed to act quickly. He did the first thing he thought of and took the kid to Dr. Thompkins' clinic.
She acted fast when Jason ran through the door, shouting directions and orders. She felt for a pulse and went still when she found nothing. Jason puts the kid on one of the beds and starts chest compression.
"Ow, what the fuck!" The kid yelled as soon as Jason put pressure on his chest. The kid bolted straight up clutching at his ribs.
He looked up at Jason with glowing green eyes, "I think you broke a rib."
What. The. Fuck.
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ghostly-frogly · 4 months
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OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD
IM LITERALLY-
AAAAHHHHH
ITS SO GOOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH THIS IS THE BEST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME
EVERYONE LOOK AT THIS RIGHT NOW
Mama’s boy
His mom was hysterical. She found out about him being Phantom and just… broke. Out of all the reactions Danny expected, braced himself for, he wasn’t ready for this. His mom without her goggles holding his face so gently and weeping for him.
She ran her hand through his white hair, pushing it back to look at his green eyes. He told her about the accident and she sobbed. She felt for a pulse that wasn’t there and pulled him tight to her chest. She cradled his head like it was the most precious thing and Danny hung onto her as sobs shook her form.
He could hear her whispering, “my baby, my baby, I did this, I killed my baby, my baby.” Her soft confessions made him tear up and soon he was crying. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and cried. “No, no you didn’t,” he tried to bargain, “I did this, I did this.” Danny cried for himself and for his mom. He cried for any guilt she could feel and any grief he had. He cried over the accident and he cried over his lack of heart beat and lack of breath. Anything that could be called living was stripped from him in this form.
The two stood there and mourned a little boy named Danny Fenton who loved the stars.
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ghostly-frogly · 5 months
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Little ghost running home
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Based off of this post by @dissociativehyperfixating
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Danny has been living in the Wayne manor for the past two weeks and not a day has gone by where he hasn’t tried to run away. In his case file, he was labeled as a flight risk but Bruce didn’t think it would be this bad. They’ve had flight risks living with them before and some of them have tried to run away but most of the time they either give up or see no reason to run from The Bruce Wayne. Danny has yet to give up and every night he gets farther and farther from the manor.
When Danny first arrived he surprised the family with his meta abilities and how inhuman he looked. Some days he seemed more like an alien than a metahuman. His appearance was startling, with his white hair and glowing green eyes. He constantly looked sick and when gently questioned about it he said that’s just what he looked like. He also seemed to emit a soft white glow, his hair glowing the most.
In his file, it states multiple powers such as intangibility, invisibility, and being overall enhanced in some way. The meta suppression anklet locked tightly on his ankle kept him from using these powers fully but Danny seems to have found a loophole. There’s no other explanation for him getting out of the manor undetected every night.
Bruce talked to the case worker about taking the anklet off but they said that it was for Danny’s own good. That he is a danger to himself and possibly others without the anklet on. Bruce reported the social worker for her obviously biased opinion on metas, but he has still yet to get permission to unlock the anklet. He’s close to taking it off anyway but that could risk Danny being taken away and being put in a different home.
Speaking of Danny, he’s been holed up in his room all day since his last attempt ended with Nightwing bringing him back home. Bruce walked towards the boy’s room to tell him dinner was ready. He really needed to eat something, even if he says he didn’t need to eat as much as a normal human.
Bruce softly knocks on the door with the back of his hand, “Danny? Dinners ready, you should come out and eat with us.” He could hear a small crash and muffled cursing coming from the other side of the door. “Danny? Are you okay?”
“Yeah! Yeah, I’m fine!”
A gasp of pain followed by more cursing caused concern and worry to overtake Bruce. Usually, Bruce wouldn’t dare to open a foster kid's door without their permission first but if Danny was hurt…
Bruce announced that he was coming in as he opened the door giving Danny no time to try to hide what he was doing. Danny was sitting on his bed with a screwdriver in one hand. The other hand was tightly gripping his ankle where the anklet wasn’t covering his skin.
“Are you okay? What happened?”
Danny lightly glared at him and tightened his hold on his ankle. “Nothing just...” Danny lifted his hand off his ankle to show green… blood? Yes, that's blood. Bruce should have guessed his blood would be green, Danny blushes green after all.
“Did you hurt yourself?” Bruce walked over to the boy hurriedly trying to grasp how bad the cut was. “Not on purpose!” Danny explained frantically, “I just wanted to get this thing off.” He looked down avoiding Bruce’s eyes.
Bruce hummed in understandment. He knew it must be unpleasant to have the dampener on constantly. Duke had spoken with him numerous times about how Danny must feel exhausted and maybe even sick with how long it’s been active. Carefully Bruce poked and prodded at the wound. It wasn’t bad or serious in any way, but it would be better to properly clean and bandage it.
“Alfred!” Bruce called knowing the older man was a few rooms down the hall tidying up. “Yes, Master Bruce?” Alfred walked into the doorway and took in the scene. “I shall fetch the first aid kit and be back shortly.”
Bruce shouted his thanks as Alfred walked away.
“I’m fine, I can take care of it myself,” Danny complained but he didn’t take his ankle away from where Bruce was gently holding it. “I know you can.” Bruce’s voice was soft, and he hopped, comforting. He didn’t need Danny refusing treatment. “The dampener is covering most of the wound. We won’t be able to properly clean and bandage it with it still on.”
Danny’s head whipped up to him with a hopeful expression on his face.
“I’m sure your social worker will understand if we take it off.”
“Just… just like that? All I needed to do was get hurt?”
“Well, I hope you don’t purposely do this in the future.”
“I won’t, I won’t. You’re not gonna bargain or anything? No ‘if I take this off you have to stay in the house’ or anything like that?”
“I will admit I’d prefer you to not run away every night, but I’m not going to lock you in your room.”
Danny looked away again, “…Thank you.”
“It is of no problem, Danny.”
When Alfred returned with the med kit he also had one of Bruce’s tool kits with him. Bruce got to work with taking off the anklet and in a few short minutes Danny’s ankle was released. The change in Danny was instant. His skin looked less sickly and his eye bags immediately got better. The wound on his ankle also healed before Bruce’s eyes. He watched as the skin knit itself back together.
But the most surprising thing that happened was a bright light emitted from Danny, causing Bruce to look away and cover his eyes. When the light faded away and Bruce looked at Danny again, the boy looked different.
White hair was black and green eyes were blue. He had a healthy-looking red to his cheeks and his skin wasn’t so pale anymore. Bruce couldn’t help but compare him to some of his kids.
“This is what I really look like.” Danny started to explain when he noticed Bruce staring at him, “The dampener got put on in my other form and I got stuck like that. It takes up a lot of energy to keep that up, energy I didn’t really have to spare.”
“Are you okay now though?”
For the first time since Danny came to live with him, he smiled, “Never better!”
“Dinner should still be warm if we head down now.” Bruce got off of Danny’s bed and headed towards the door. He looked back at the boy and noticed a mischievous smile plastered across his face. “Oh, this is gonna be fun.”
Bruce chuckled softly.
He’s going to fit right in.
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ghostly-frogly · 5 months
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My baby, my baby
DPxDC
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Jason has been having dreams. Dreams of him living a different life. Almost every night he would go to bed and wake up in a different apartment. One that was cleaner but had more possessions in it. He would walk down the hall to a room that was space-themed, with glow-in-the-dark stars filling the ceiling, planet stickers making up the galaxy on the wall, and a soft black rug on the floor with toys littered about.
In the middle of the room, there was a crib and in every dream, a baby was waiting for him. The baby never cried, just sat there waiting for him with the biggest smile. He had the bluest eyes and dark hair that curled at the end. His freckles matched the stars on the ceiling.
Jason would pick him up gently and place him on his hip, bouncing him softly which would make the baby laugh. His chubby little hands would clap together when Jason placed him in his high chair. His legs would kick impatiently waiting for his food.
The dream would go on as Jason goes through his day with his baby. He would play with him and put him down for naps throughout the day. Jason would carry him from room to room in this apartment.
He rarely put his baby down, rarely separated from him. Always holding him close as the dream went on.
Then Jason would wake up. He would wake up to no baby in the room down the hall, in a shitty apartment that is supposed to be just a safe house. There is no space-themed room and no high chair in the kitchen. Jason would curl up in his bed clutching his chest as grief for a baby that is not real invades his heart.
He will mourn for the few quiet moments of the morning before he locks it away to start his day.
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Jason was getting to the end of patrol as he made his final rounds. It was a quiet night which made him wary and on edge. He was heading to his apartment, grappling across the rooftops when he heard something from an alley just below him.
The noise quickly caught his attention, making him jump down into the alley. As he got closer to the source of the sound he could make it out as the crying of a baby. Hidden by trash bags and behind a dumpster was a baby.
A baby with pale skin and trembling chubby arms. He had dark hair that curled at the ends and his eyes were scrunched tight. His face was red from how hard he was crying.
Jason knew this baby.
His baby.
Jason gently picked up the baby causing the crying to stop. Looking up at him were teary blue eyes. The bluest eyes he has ever seen.
The baby was swaddled up tight in a black blanket with yellow stars with a green sticky note stuck to the front.
“Danny, the beloved
CW”
Was written in the note.
“Danny…” Jason whispered softly as he looked at the babe like he was the most precious thing to ever grace the earth. “Let’s go home.”
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ghostly-frogly · 5 months
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My baby, my baby
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Jason has been having dreams. Dreams of him living a different life. Almost every night he would go to bed and wake up in a different apartment. One that was cleaner but had more possessions in it. He would walk down the hall to a room that was space-themed, with glow-in-the-dark stars filling the ceiling, planet stickers making up the galaxy on the wall, and a soft black rug on the floor with toys littered about.
In the middle of the room, there was a crib and in every dream, a baby was waiting for him. The baby never cried, just sat there waiting for him with the biggest smile. He had the bluest eyes and dark hair that curled at the end. His freckles matched the stars on the ceiling.
Jason would pick him up gently and place him on his hip, bouncing him softly which would make the baby laugh. His chubby little hands would clap together when Jason placed him in his high chair. His legs would kick impatiently waiting for his food.
The dream would go on as Jason goes through his day with his baby. He would play with him and put him down for naps throughout the day. Jason would carry him from room to room in this apartment.
He rarely put his baby down, rarely separated from him. Always holding him close as the dream went on.
Then Jason would wake up. He would wake up to no baby in the room down the hall, in a shitty apartment that is supposed to be just a safe house. There is no space-themed room and no high chair in the kitchen. Jason would curl up in his bed clutching his chest as grief for a baby that is not real invades his heart.
He will mourn for the few quiet moments of the morning before he locks it away to start his day.
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Jason was getting to the end of patrol as he made his final rounds. It was a quiet night which made him wary and on edge. He was heading to his apartment, grappling across the rooftops when he heard something from an alley just below him.
The noise quickly caught his attention, making him jump down into the alley. As he got closer to the source of the sound he could make it out as the crying of a baby. Hidden by trash bags and behind a dumpster was a baby.
A baby with pale skin and trembling chubby arms. He had dark hair that curled at the ends and his eyes were scrunched tight. His face was red from how hard he was crying.
Jason knew this baby.
His baby.
Jason gently picked up the baby causing the crying to stop. Looking up at him were teary blue eyes. The bluest eyes he has ever seen.
The baby was swaddled up tight in a black blanket with yellow stars with a green sticky note stuck to the front.
“Danny, the beloved
CW”
Was written in the note.
“Danny…” Jason whispered softly as he looked at the babe like he was the most precious thing to ever grace the earth. “Let’s go home.”
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ghostly-frogly · 5 months
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Mixed words and their meanings
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“Bye Dad!”
Bruce froze.
He looked up to where his newest son, Danny, just was before he walked out the door. Did- did he hear that right? Was it a slip of the tongue from Danny? Should he address it? Does Danny even realize what he said? And if he did is he now embarrassed by it?
But then again what if Danny did mean it? That... that might be more terrifying to Bruce than the usual slip-ups he was used to. "Master Bruce?" Alfred's questioning tone snaps him out of his thoughts. He found himself staring at the doorway Danny walked out of. "Alfred, did you hear what Danny said?"
Alfred just raised one brow at him like he was the ridiculous one.
"I believe Master Daniel called you 'Dad'"
"Oh god..." Bruce's phone buzzed, drawing his attention. It was a text message from Danny.
"Oh god indeed, my boy."
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ghostly-frogly · 5 months
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Batman AU where no one knows Batman or Nightwings identities or that they are connected and Robin is a tightly bound secret no non Gothamite knows about.
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Batman and Nightwing had a weird relationship. Every Justice League hero knew about it but no one questioned or mentioned it. It was left unsaid how strained it was but how they seemed to trust each other in battle full heartedly. They were able to move and communicate with each other in a way that shouldn’t be possible.
And yet it has never been seen that they talk outside of battle in anyway. It was always cold looks and distant stares. Backs turned towards one another and sharp words aimed to hurt. To anyone it would be obvious they didn’t like each other. Preferred not to work with each other in most cases. They were an enigma that stumped the JL.
Not even Nightwing, the more open and friendly of the two, has told his friends what the story behind the two was. And there has to be history. It would be impossible for there not to be with how they act.
But even with all the cold stares and colder words they never yelled or argued with each other. Fighting in the middle of battle could mean the death of a teammate or a civilian. The JL never saw either of them yell in general.
Well until now.
The JL base was quiet with only a few heroes roaming around, Batman being one of them. The silence was broken when Nightwing came running in.
“Batman!” The younger hero yelled causing everyone in the room’s attention to snap towards him. Everyone but Batman himself who still stood with his back facing Nightwing. “Didn’t you think I deserved to know!? Not even one single message! I was gone for one month! One. Singular. Month!”
He marched towards the older hero with such anger and vendetta that it stunned the other hero’s in the room. They've never seen Nightwing this pissed. “B!” That familiar nickname rung out, a nickname that always confused the heroes, “B, answer me! I need- I deserve answers.”
Batman still had his back turned towards him. He seemed to be staring ahead at nothing at all. This only proved to further aggravate Nightwing as the young man stomped his foot like a child and curled his hands into fists. “Dad, just look at me!”
It was deathly silent.
Batman whipped his head towards Nightwing and all the fight seemed to drain out of the young heroes body. He hung his head and his arms went limp and his sides. “I’m looking at you, Chum.” Batman’s voice was softer than anyone has ever heard it. It seemed almost gentle with the way the affectionate nickname rolled off his tongue.
“I’m sorry Dickie Bird,” Nightwing’s shoulders shook. “But you weren’t even here to tell.”
“I was in space… but I should have been here.”
“No… that’s not what I meant. There was no way for you to have stopped it. It was me, it was all on me.”
“I should have been there- I- I should have never left. I don’t- I don’t- dad- I.” Nightwing stuttered over his words, not able to make a coherent sentence. He brought his gloved hand over his mouth as he sobbed, “It should have been me, it should have been me.”
Batman jolted into action. He stepped forward until he was able to hold onto Nightwing’s shoulders like they were a life line. “No Chum, no. Please, I can’t lose another son.”
If the room wasn’t silent before, it was deafening now.
“He was fifteen, he was fifteen, he should have never been in that fucking costume. It didn’t give him magic, it gave him a death sentence.”
“You’re right Chum, you’re right. No more Robin.”
“Robin died with my little brother.”
“… Let’s go home Dickie Bird.”
“...Okay."
The two walked out of the room, grief hung heavy on their shoulders.
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ghostly-frogly · 5 months
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To trust and give completely
DPxDC
Based off of this post by @nerdpoe that you should read to understand
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Everyone on the battlefield stares ahead at Robin who just leveled the ground quicker than anyone has seen. It took him barely five minutes to defeat a villain that almost took out the entire justice league. He was floating in the air with white tipped hair and eyes glowing such a bright green you could see them through the whites of his domino mask.
Against the dark sky you could see the faint white light emitting off of him. He looked powerful and otherworldly… and confused.
Robin was looking down at his hands as if they weren’t real, as if they weren’t his.
“Robin!” Nightwing called from the ground, gaining his little brother’s attention. Robin flew over to him faster than he meant to. The two would have collided against each other if it wasn’t for Damian going right through him. This caused Damian to hit the ground.
Damian sat on the ground still fazed. He didn’t know what was going on. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but he was panicking. He looked up at his big brothers face and could see worry and oncoming panic.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll figure this out baby bat.” Dick slowly approached Damian like he was a skittish kitten.
Around him he could see all of his family rushing over to him, checking on their youngest, concerned with the display he just showed.
“What the hell just happened!?” Jason yelled in bewilderment. His mask was cracked and there was a hole near his forehead. He took it off and clipped it to his belt.
“Maybe I could answer that.” A voice broke through the chaos of his family talking over each other. Turning around there was a teen around Damian’s age with bright white hair and glowing green eyes. He wore what looked like a customized hazmat suit.
Batman glared at the mysterious teen in front of them, “Talk” he demanded. The teen chuckled at him as if he wasn’t receiving the full heat of the Batglare.
“I gave you a gift.” He was looking straight at Damian. He was looking at him as if there was no one else around them. His focus was entirely on Damian and Damian felt like he was looking straight into his soul. “Sorry,” he corrected himself, “I selfishly gave you a gift.” The teen walked closer to Damian and seemed to faze through his siblings when they tried to step in front of him.
“My powers were tearing me apart. It was to strong for my body to handle. I needed someone to take the load off of my physical form. I gave you a part of my power.”
“But why? Why me? I’m human wouldn’t it be to much for me?” Damian questioned and his voice was leveling on frantic. He was still so confused.
The being laughed, and that’s what he was, a being, something other worldly and eldritch, maybe even divine. “I didn’t give you anything you couldn’t handle, trust me.” And for some reason Damian did. He felt trust towards this boy. He felt like he could put his heart in his hands and it would be cradled gently and kept safe. “And as for the why… I have looked into an unimaginable amount of universes and alternate realities and endings. In every single one you were good. You helped people, saved them, fought until your last breath, until you couldn’t any longer. That’s the type of person I trust with my power. The type of person I wish to be.”
He walked closer until he was kneeling in front of Damian who was still frozen on the ground. He reached forward until he held Damian’s face in his hands. His thumb gently stroked his cheek and Damian almost found himself leaning into it.
“You amaze me, Damian Al Ghul- Wayne.”
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ghostly-frogly · 6 months
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demon twin AU
Damian is haunted by the memory of his twin, he thinks Danny is a hallucination
Danyal was a ghost that’s been following Damian since his death. He was always there, always on the back of his mind and behind his eyelids. Every time he slept and sometimes when he blinked Damian could see him.
He was a ghost that only haunted him.
Damian could tell his father and siblings about him, about Danyal. He could make the manor haunted by a little boy that never lived there. But he wouldn’t- couldn’t do that to them. Damian couldn’t burden his family with memories only he has.
Danyal was behind every corner and in every shadow. He was hidden away behind Damian’s domino and he will keep the memories of his twin brother close to his chest. He will bury him right next to his heart and carry around the burden of a dead brother all by himself.
Sometimes Damian could see or even hear Danyal.
He followed him on the rooftops and to his school. In the corner of his eye he could see Danyal flying across the rooftops stopping criminals with an airy laugh. He was always quicker to laugh or smile.
In the classroom Danyal was sitting right next to him looking bored. He would pass a note or two, never getting caught by the teacher. Danyal would be in astronomy club and Damian himself would have followed him.
Damian hallucinates his dead twin and has learned to ignore him. He usually goes away when Damian tried to look at him.
So why is he staring dead on at a hallucination without it breaking? Why is it staring right back at him with all the wonder and bright blue eyes he remembers? Danyal’s face is open and he looks happy to see him, the brother who got him killed.
Damian looks away.
He thinks he’s going crazy.
“Damian! طالَ غيابُك”
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Arabic basically translates to “long time no see”
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