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Have a gift(not my image)

Also I love your prompts btw

May I also have perchance a hug?

Omg, I love the little Yippe creature! Thank you for the love!

Have a hug <3

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What if Danny didn't die? He does open the portal but for the first time in their lives the Fentons followed OSHA regulations.

He doesn't have the powers, but he was right there when the portal opened, he saw the tear in reality and it...it did things.

It wasn't something that a humans mind was supposed to see, while the Infinite Realms are the in-between dimensions, and what is in-between the in-between?

Elder gods, slumbering calamities, fallen angels hid from their gods ever present eye, righteous spirits who reached nirvana, monsters beyond imagination...

The crack before the Realms snapped to his dimension was only open for a mere moment, a single millisecond but to the young boy it was eternity, and he could only watches as all those beings turned their attentions to him, they saw him, observed him as much as he did them.

He had fallen, screaming as he clutched his eyes, his eyes and ears were bleeding, his brain pounded so hard it felt as if it was going to knock out his eyeballs, Sam and Tucker, spared from it all as they had turned their heads when the lightning flashed and rent the portal open could only rush to the boy, trying to help him but all he could do was scream. Because what was beyond had saw him, and gave him a gift.

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Far away, in a tall tower, a man with a gleaming gold helmet shuddered as the ankh of light in front of him shattered.

He fell to the floor, the minor magic he used failing as the more complex spell fizzled and broke, leaving him painfully wheezing on the ground, clutching at his chest.

"N-no...T-this can not be...T-The order...it...it failed...it can not fail!" Dragging himself across the Tower of Orders floor, Dr. Fate forced himself over to a lone summoning circle, falling onto it with an exhausted groan, the Gaurdian of Order muttered a soft word, and the circle flared, and in an instant he was gone, leaving the Tower shaking it it's wake.

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On the couch of the House of Magic, John Constantine was feeling as if the world had fucked him so hard in the ass he would never be able to walk straight ever again.

And with the pounding in his skull from a truly deadly hangover wasn't helping either.

Nor was the half dead Dr. Fate puking up his guts in his living room.

"Argh" which translated to "What the bloody fuck are you doing in my house you daft shiny headed prick" but John didn't really have the strength to say that.

"Blugh" was what the ever regal Dr. Fate responded with, which obviously meant "The border between realities have been broken, the Beyond Dark knows of our existence and has seen our world, they have come to either eat upon our existence and reality or defend agaisnt the others that seek to only fill their own unexistance."

John of course, carefully and gracefully pissed himself.

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In Faccuet City, a young Billy Batson screamed as his head exploded with noise, the gods and heros alike were all suddenly the strongest they had ever been, their powers flooded and overwhelmed his mortal form, and to save his life, the Champion of Magic forced itself into being.

Even in the Champions form the sudden influx of godly might was almost too much, steam charged with lightning billowed off him in great plooms, sparks zapped from his finger tips to the ground, and the air stunk of ozone all around him.

The gods were ranting, each talking over each other, debating in so many dead languages Billy's mind could keep up the translations.

It wasn't until Solomons voice boomed over the others that the voices fell quiet. "ENOUGH! NOW IS NOT THE TIME OF IN FIGHTING, THE BEYOND IS AT OUR DOOR..."

Taking a breath even if he didn't need it, the ancient king looked all the years he had lived and then some, "Young William...oh dear precious boy...our dear son. A great advent has begun, a door which should never been opened has been thrown wide...the beasts you face, the abominations of teeth and tentacles are just the mites that have slipped under the door...waht is to come will make all that you have faced look like mice...we will not have enough time to prepare you with what is to come..."

Solomons voice broke at the end, and he hung his head in the mental image in Billy's head "Seek out others, join forces with any. All those in touch with the arcane shall know of what just happened...as Champion you will be the spear head, the general of them all...you will lead them agaisnt the Beyond."

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It took a week for Danny to come back to himself again, at least a little bit, he still had a haunted look in his eyes, and was far to quiet. He barely spoke at all, but when he did it was in ramblings of things not understood by any of them.

His parents assumed it had been a ghost that left in this state, their hatred for the ectoplasmic beings growing more and more as their son, their boy grew worse.

Jazz, unlike her parents listened to what Danny described, studied what she could and figured out what she couldn't, at each dead en she pushed, with Tuckers help she gained access to computer systems that held secrets of the occult, and with Sam's freely given credit card? Oh she dived deep into spell, trying desperately to find any kind of cure for Danny's predicament.

As time went on the boy only got worse, he had begun seeing the beings in the Beyond, some whispered wisdom, of long lost ways to calm the millions of mutterings in his gray matter and the pounding of his heart, while others screamed, in jubilation and rage, as it is only in being seen did they become real, and becoming real meant they had a foot hold in existence.

The wise figures, while helping had also steered him to their own goals, some told him to hate the jabbering hordes, others said that the only way to truly to be rid of them was to be nothing as well, to go far past being a person, into being one with the Byond.

Some of the mutterings lead to more questions, they spoke of Gods long forgotten and recent, of their betrayals and what they did to fall, others claimed that they were not fallen, that they were there to protect him from those that were.

The more and more he listened the more and more he saw of them, until Danny began to not understand what was real and what wasnt.

So he didn't even flinch when a group of imposing figures were in his room when he came up to his bed, hoping that the voices of Parathax the Unbeliever would be quiet enough for him to sleep.

Oh he did scream quite a bit when the sad trench coat man with a multi fractured sould reached out and touched him.

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Let's all be honest with ourselves, the Justice League would 100% be on Sesame Street.

Like all of them, even Batman, they are all just loving it.

Superman would be up there with Super Grover, green screen flying while talking about birds.

Wonder Woman is with Big Bird telling him about history she was around for.

Flash is having a cookie eating contest with the Cookie monster (which he loses)

Green Arrow is pulling out increasingly silly arrows for Elmo to point and laugh at like Mr Noodle.

Martian Manhunter is helping kids learn about Mars and aliens in an open and kind manner.

The Green Lanters do a contest with the kids making their ideas come into real life with the rings.

Batman would be sat next to either the Count because of course he is, or having Oscar the Grouch asking him for grouching lessons.

Aquaman sitting down with the kids teaching them about Atlantis and why it's important to take care of the ocean.

I could go on for each and every member of the League! All of them would be there for it, all of them are living it up because they are more than just bad ass superheroes, they are all people that care about others, wanting the best for humanity and I think a lot of people forget about that.

Also, imagine the bloopers, a camera catches Batman smiling at the kids while giving out lollipops, Superman making silly faces for baby, Wonder Woman doing a pose while lifting up armfuls of giggling kids, the Flash zooming around playing ping pong with himself yo show off, just so many moments that I just love to see

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So we all know Little Baby Man, we all love Little Baby Man Danny...but what if it isn't Danny? Or at least a large part of him.

See what happens to the parts of a ghost that gets cut off or lost? What happens to the ecto that clearly person but no longer connected to the main body of ectoplasm? It becomes a Mimic of that ghost.

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Danny, barging into CWs tower: CLOOCKWOORRK! Look at these! What even are these things!

Danny, pushing a literal arm full of LBMs at CW, which squirm in the way only baby animals and tiny beasts full of mischief can: Why do they look like me? Why is there so many of them?? Ow ow ow fecker stop chewing on my ear!

Clockwork, watching as the offending LMB gets yeeted across the roon, only to splat like a rubber rat, slide down the wall pitifully them lay twitching on the floor dramatically, it's little eyes opening every few clearly fake whimpers to see if it had garnered enough sympathy: Daniel how many times have you dismembered?

Danny, looking up and looks like he would be counting on his fingers if they were not containing chaos gremlin that look like him: Like...it has to be more than 3.

Clockwork, peeling a LBM off of himself: 53 times a part of your body has come loose from your core and was left behind instead of being reabsorpted. And because of all those times you have...these.

Danny looked down at the writhing ball of him shaped ferret like beasts and sighed: I really need to stop getting vivisected...forking parents, they keep stealing my organs.

Clockwork, sighing as he is resigned of being used as a jungle gym for LBM: Daniel, that's not healthy. You are stunting yourself by losing ectoplasm... but back to what you so kindly yelled after kicking in my door, these things? That look like you and has your bare base instincts and personality? They are Mimics, little mini mes that are created when a part of a ghosts ectoplasm is removed entirely from the cores' control.

Danny, staring at the horde: Wait so you mean-

Clockwork: that each one of those are your as stated "stolen organs"

Danny, picking up a goof ball that melts a little bit info his hand: So this is me?

Clockwork, with LBM now resting in his hood: In a way, the ecto has changed to survive without access to the core, it can be reintergrated but I would advise against it, not only have you naturally regenerated the missing ectoplasm, the ecto that the Mimics are made of would forever have this...level of disorderly conduct.

Danny, sighing while the LBM crawl all over him, a group seem to be having a game of 'King of the Hill' on his head: well gosh darn, slip slap flippity fuck CW.

Clockwork, sighing, his own Mimics start to round up the Little Baby Men and seem to be teaching them gremlin things: It is best to just let then roam Daniel, trying to rangle them is simply a lost cause, let them free in the Realms or on your earth, it doesn't matter, they are masters of getting into things normally, though combined with your...instincts for chaos? They could end up anywhere.

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Damian, struggling in Bruce's arms as he is dragged into a car: NO! I REFUSE! I SHALL NOT BOW DOWN TO THESE OUTRAGEOUS DEMANDS! I COMMAND YOU TO LET ME GO

Bruce, with the help of Dick and Tim: I know Habibi, I know, but Tiffany from PR scars me more than anything I have ever faced as Batman. That woman is all powerful and only uses her powers to help us because we pay her more than Lex.

Dick, bending to dodge a knife: Think of it as a right of passage! Everyone else in the family has done it! It's just a little photo shoot!

Tim, not bending to dodge the knife, blank and hollow eyes: I tried to save you Damian, I did my best to hold he back but she...she has things on me...things that could...would ruin everything...

Damian, screaming as he is buckled in and the car rockets off: YOU ALL SHALL RUE THE DAY! I SHALL HAVE MY REVENGE! TREMBLE IN FEAR OF MY WRATH!

Bruce, waving as the car leaves: God...the devil...any being willing to listen...please protect my boy...

Dick, patting the other two on the backs: I really don't know why everyone hates it so much! I have a lot of fun dressing up and doing little cat walks! Also Tim your bleeding.

Tim, nodding slowly: it's because you are a freak of nature, and Tiffany has corrupted you...I hope Damian will make my end swift and easy...then maybe I will be free of her...

Eight hours later, Damian falls out from a window in Bruce's office, limping, makeup smeared on his face, glitter in his hair and smelling like Axe body spray and death, clutching a box of cupcakes: F-father...i...I am sorry...I didn't manage to kill her...

Bruce, scooping up his baby: It's alright my son, I didn't expect you too...not even Cass was able to hit her once...but at least you won't have to do it again for another year. I am just so proud you survived...

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Damian, walking into the cave with...himself(?!) Leaning against his shoulder: Father I require assistance.

Bruce, looking over, Mama Bear protocol activated: Where...why do you have a clone.

Damian, walking past Bruce and putting his clone on a medbay bed: His name is Daniel-sorry, Danny and he has escaped Mothers gaslight gatekeep girlbossimg him into killing me.

Danny, clutching a stab wound: Like, she was a total fruitloop...

Bruce, taking every bit of training not to smile because...two sons for the price of one: We will patch him up Damian...who stabbed him though? Are there assassins in Gotham? Were you followed?!

Damian, calmly bandaging Danny: Oh no I stabbed him. He was being an idiot.

Danny, smacking at Damians hand: Oi! I am not an idiot! I was telling you that I am not actually your mother truckin clone!

Damian, nodding sagely: Yes yes, you're some sort of ghost that is inhabitanting the clones body. You see father i think the reason this one managed to break away and become it's own person is because of major defects. I blame Timothy.

Bruce, rubbing at his eyes because this is starting to get convoluted: Going past all that...stuff. I'll call Zentana to see if she can get Dead Man to scan him for ghostly interference...wait why did you blame Tim for this?

Damian, washing his hands after finishing up with Danny: Oh, I always blame Timothy if something happens, because at any given time that toxic twink is fucking up the universe one way or another.

Danny, grinning as he sits up: He sounds a lot like Elle... shiitake mushrooms did she get transported here too...

Cass, walking into the cave, carrying a clone of her on her shoulders, which has a black eye: Dad I require assistance.

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Dan had many feelings. Sure most of them were negative and hate was a very big one of his many emotions.

But another one was pure and simple ecstatic euphoria.

Because...he was himself again. Gone was a big and bulky form, back was his...normal self. He had forgotten what it had felt like to look in the mirror and see himself, not the twerp or the clone, not some demented memory screaming in horror at what he had done.

No. It was his face, thr soft curves that he got from his mother, the dark hair and blue eyes from his father, the eyebrows that matched Jazz's, not a single lick of Vlad was in him, not the scars from his global dominance, no deformed fangs that bit into his flesh, no flaming hair that he couldn't shape.

It was just Him.

And he couldn't help but feel great about that.

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Danny watched as Dante (they all couldn't be named Danny) stare at himself in the mirror. He himself didn't have the personal need to preen as much as the teen was doing, so perhaps it was just the quirk of his other self.

Stopping behind him, Danny couldn't help but smile a bit, the teen looked happy, sure he wasn't smiling but Danny knew his teenage face well enough to know that Dante was majorly pleased.

Blue met blue through the mirror, and Danny nodded to the teen, Dante had been given an old clone body after a long rehabilitation, so it was set in Danny's teenage years, even though the man had aged a decade.

Smirking as he ruffled Dantes hair (which earned him a snap of teeth and a jab to the kidneys) Danny nodded to the door, "Come on, your going to be late for school, it's your first day so you can't miss it."

Dante gave a glare and a huff, but the glare softened as he looked at himself in the mirror, and Danny was struck at just how young the teen looked at the moment.

Apprehension and tension was clear on the boys face, but behind that was worry, panic even Danny knew the face well, having had it many times before.

"Do I really have to fucking go? Doesn't being a war criminal exclude me from such things?" Dante snarked, turning to actually properly look at Danny, who could only chuckle.

"We both know you actually want to, cant be an astronaut without a PhD and cant get that withour a high-school diploma...You quit before graduating...last time." Danny said with a stiffness.

The teens eyes hardened "Well excuse fucking me, seeing everyone I loved and cared about die in an explosion made me not really feel up to going to god damn fucking school."

Shoving past Danny, Dante stormed past him, a trail of steam and the sent of smoke following him out of the house and onto the streets of the new city.

Some ecto filled, low life having, bat infested city...called Gotham.

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Damian tugged at his tie, fixing it into place after touching up his hair once more, frowning as he fiddled with it, making a mental note to trim it soon.

Grabbing an sponge, the teen dabbed it into a small tub of tan makeup, before softly applying it to his face, his touch light as he goes over the back eye he was trying to hide.

Yes the Robin mask did offer some protection, but not nearly enough to fully stop a Venom junkie that just got a new dose.

And while he was thankful to get the new lead on Banes operation selling Venom, a deep nagging part of him hated that his face had payed the price for it.

Damian hated that he cared about his appearance, and hated that he associated it with his mother.

Learning how to do disguise make up had been one of the only times during his training he had spent extended periods of time with his mother, skills that he was still using to this day.

Putting down the sponge, Damian got a fresh one and dabbed it onto his face, blending the colors until the purples and blues of the black eye disappeared completely.

"Master Damian, the car is pulled up to the front, though i shall be taking you Master Richard has offered to pick you up. I must tend to your idiotic father, as he seems to be trying to stand again on both his broken legs. Perhaps this time I shall leave him in a straight jacket before hiding the keys, that should keep him down for longer..." the old butler muttered to himself at the end, but Damian could only sigh as he stepped away from the mirror.

"Just invite Miss Kyle or Eamm Clark to keep him down." Damian said, toeing on his shoes as he steps out from his room, taking the offered backpack from Alfred as he walks by him.

"Ahh...that might solve the issue of him staying in his room...but both of them have a possibility of causing more harm to him.." the elder butler said, walking close behind his youngest charge as he made his way to the front of the house.

Damian pulled a face, "Disgusting Pennyworth, please do not discuss my fathers...promiscuous relationships with those two, I do not want to dig out my ear drums just to burn them but I shall if you continue."

The old man gave a not-smirk, the kind thst was more frown but held a jolly feeling. "Oh of course Master Damian..."

Rolling his eyes, the teen got to the front steps, even half way through them in blissful silence before Alfred spoke once more. "Ah. I was set it inform you yesterday day but as you had an injury I had forgotten, you will be receiving a new classmate today, your father had done a screening of course, and they stood out because of their parents, who happen to be inventors that like making things go...to steal a phrase from Master Jason, Boom."

Damian just nodded, "I shall research them. I will know everything about them by the time I will come home."

"And that is all I can ask you Master Damian" Alfred said, opening the car door, "I do hope thst the day is not wasted, it is not every day that one starts highschool."

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harry dubois would end death note in one episode. he'd be unkillable bc he has no fucking idea what his name is and then he'd go drink driving and accidentally run light over and the killings would mysteriously stop

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Danny has found out that he tends to stay awake for weeks, if not months, at a time. However, when he does sleep, he needs to sleep for a way longer time than people sleep. Usually about one or three thousand years.

Clockwork and he figure it has to do with his body starting to absorb the Time Amulet that he shoved into his chest; his core, still growing, started to think that this foreign power source was supposed to be taken in, and has started to do so.

Danny's core is still ice, but it's also adapting the power of the Time Amulet to that; basically, Danny is mostly immune to time shenanigans naturally, and the other side effect is a huge influx of power to his core.

Problem; that is a lot of power, and Danny's body needs a lot of time to rest in ghost form to handle it without destabilizing.

So because he doesn't want to miss living his life with his family, he and Clockwork figure something out.

When he gets sleepy, and it's time for him to Sleep frfr instead of just an 8 hour catnap, Clockwork sends him to a different dimension that works on a different timeframe.

He gets a room especially made, hidden from the denizens of that world, full of never-rotting timeless comforts like pillows and blankets, and he gets to sleep.

They repurpose some of the Skeleton Army he won from Pariah Dark to serve him while he rests; they make sure he's clean, that the sheets and pillows are clean, and that snacks and drinks are available for his brief moments of wakefulness.

In this particular world, however, his sleeping chambers have been found, and he's being worshipped as the god of a cult.

They've carved a hole above his chambers, and for the most part haven't been too obtrusive, so the Skeleton Army lets them keep that hole. The cult has been sending food and treasure down, and since the Skeleton Army's primary purpose is to ensure Danny is well-fed whenever he wakes up and comfortable, they allow this.

Then the cult drops Bart Allen in the sleeping chambers, deliberately angling him so that he lands on Danny's pillow-bed, fully intending to use him to both wake up their sleeping god and be a sacrifice.

By the time Wally gets down there, ready to save Bart and defend him, the Skeleton Army is gently trying to pry the sleeping gods arms off of Bart, who has apparently become a living teddy bear for this thing.

"Uh..."

"I think they're trying to save me? This god likes to cuddle, I guess."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I think he's just super tired. He might let go if you find a good enough replacement."

"Why can't you just phase out?"

"What if I wake him up and he starts searching for me? We gotta find something else he can cuddle with."

So Wally leaves on a quest, darting all over the world and bringing back huge stuffed animals in an attempt to find one that the god will accept as a substitute for Bart.

Bart, meanwhile, is living it up.

The Skeleton Army makes sure he's fed, there's like, a lot of video games that the cult threw down here, and while he is antsy cuz he can't move, at least this is actually the most comfortable bed he's ever been on.

But he is getting kinda bored, and none of the stuffed animals Wally is bringing in are working.

So he texts the Young Justice group chat.

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Danny, sadly is a fan boy and it is everyone's problem.

So, like any self respecting 15 year old vigilante on Halloween night, Danny dressed up. Now the problem is that, as a Fenton AND a ghost, Danny was stuck putting his whole cosplussy into his costume, he's making buttons, 3d printing buckles, making a Kevlar chest piece, creating a fully functional grappling gun and learning a few gymnastic tricks, like a quadruple flip summersault...yknow...normal cosplay behavior.

Now the problem is that Danny's life is so chaotic, that while trick or treating ("Fuck you Sam, I am not too old for it! Free Candy!") A ghost naturally appears, and with his parents near by acting as chaperones (totally the type that run every sweet under a metal detector) he can't turn ghost, since that would only bring even more attention to the ghost, plus his parents weapons would so mess up his outfit!

And what might his outfit be? Well some might have guessed, but Danny has dressed in the prefect replica of Robin II's suit (yes even with the scaled underwear, though he is 100% wearing flesh colored thermal leggings, he lives in the fucking mid west, he is lucky that there isn't snow on the ground)

Thanks to a certain red head named Wes, Danny's heroics are recorded and put up on the internet (barely getting by the GIWs firewalls since "that isn't ghosts it's fine")

Let's just say that a grieving Bruce Wanye a few months out from Jason's death gets alerted by an algorithm, and sees a lanky teen that is the spitting image of Jaybin fighting in a new viral clip, he keeps the video on loop, watching it hundreds of times, he knows by then it's not actually Jason, that his son would make those mistakes nor would he make so many acrobatic moves.

And as this is Batman, the world's greatest detective, he can only deduce one thing. Both of his sons DNA have been stolen and spliced together to create a clone that is being used by a secret organization that seems to be running tests in a small Midwestern town.

Tim is trying to not freak the fuck out since Danny, his online friend he sent pictures and recordings of Robin to since he wanted to help with the cosplay, is on the Batscreen of the Batcomputer and he is very worried for that he might have to fight his friend to keep being Robin.

Danny meanwhile is regretting not just biting the bullet and being Beast Boy. He should have just dyed his skin green. But no. Now he is being bothered by the REAL actual batman and some nosy east cost billionaire Bruce Wayne. Yeah no thanks he already had a Frootloop.

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I think that a lot of people forget that Bruce Wanye is scared of bats.

Like, he made himself Batman since it's what gave him fear.

8yr Dick that's holding out a very small, very cute brown bat: Bruce! Look! I made a friend!

Bruce, starting to hyperventilate: put that back where it came from so help me god.

Dick proceeds to chase Bruce around the cave with the small bat, laughing as Bruce pulls out more and more difficult maneuvers to get away from the small devil child and his bat

Tim as Robin, after finishing up Scarecrow since Batman got hit with a dose of fear toxin: B? Are you...why are you taking off your chest piece?!?

Bruce in the middle of pulling of anything that looks even remotely batshaped: GET IT OFF GET IT OFF GET IT OFF ITS GOING TO EAT MY KIDNEYS

Tim, blinking for a moment before nodding slowly, before hitting comms: Oracle please call Agent A to start synthesizing a new cure for fear toxin...and please tell me you have this on recording?

Babs, slurping on a smoothie: Done and done T, there is a safe house about a mile from your location, take B there and wait for expo...and try not to tease him too much about this...I have way better Blackmail than this.

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Jason didn't even need to kill anyone to torment Bruce, he just needed to lock Bruce in a room with any bat.

Bruce, on top of a bookshelf, watching as a massive fucking bat swoops and screeches: J-Jaylad! O-open the door! P-please!?

Jason, cackling from the other side of the door, chair under the door handle: Nah, I'll let Alfie know your there and head out. Don't go on my turf!

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Clark, using his laser vision to make his eyes glow as he leads a small team into a deep cave: Batman, how much furth- Wow!

Bruce, shrieking and dropping to the floor as a horde of bats fly past them since Clark's eye lights woke them: FUCK!

The rest of the JL team, watching as Batman, the Caped Crusader, the Dark Knight, the man who is supposedly a regular old human but fights with gods and aliens, both curse for the first time in front of them and instantly breaks his "nothing can bother me" facade: ...

Bruce, after the bat swarm finally leaves, stands back up, dusts himself off, coughs a bit then looks to Clark: T-The villian is just about 400 feet away. That sound likely alerted them that we are near.

Hal, positively grinning: Could it not be that you screamed like a little girl-heurgh

Both Diana and Bruce punch him in the stomach and balls respectively

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I just think that it's not as used as it should be

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at this point we should just babygirlify the joker

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Some more angst, but with some fluff, not a lot tho

Leslie, after promising that Bruce hadn't made a deal with a devil or done mad science to bring Jason back, had given the boy a check up, running proper scans that couldn't be done at the Cave (yet.)

Even if Jason's fatal wounds had been mended, there were many that wasn't, not to mention the damage he had done to his hands digging his way out of the grave.

(Bruce had gone there one night, after Alfred had been sworn twice over to be by the boys side at all time, he saw the muddy trail leading away from the dug open grave, the shards of wood coated with blood, if Bruce was any other man he would have thrown up by the mere sight of it all.)

From Leslie's tests, (and the autopsy report that he had never was able to make himself read) Bruce learned the extent of what his little son was suffering, X-rays showed his hands had broke at his escape, his wrists which had been broke before he was buried barely mended and brittle.

A head CT showed why Jason struggled to speak, brain damage barely healed enough for him to function, leaving him in state of a continuous concussion.

The rest of the boy's body followed much like his hands, barely put back together, like a broken porcelain doll glued back together and played with before the glue had a chance to set.

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Jason wasn't the same, Bruce couldn't help but notice as he got used to having his son back with him, his boy struggled so much now. The simplest tasks now herculean with the amount of effort that he had to put in with it.

Bruce helped as much as he could, always getting up to help his son stand, carring him up the long staircases of the Manor (Bruce would never admit it but he loved the closness of those little moments) though Jason was still his little spitfire underneath all difficulties he now faced.

Jason always managed to dress himself, though now most of his clothing were much more loose, easier to slip on and off, with no buttons his shaky hands struggled with nor zippers that his aching fingers couldn't properly zip.

He still was able to feed himself, though it took time for him to learn how to again, the now constant tremors he was plagued with caused more woe that Bruce liked to think about.

Not all of Jason was able to peak through though, the boy hardly spoke anymore, and when he did, his voice was weak and ragged, smoke and dust of the explosion leaving their mark on him.

Another issue Bruce had noticed was that Jason struggled to read, he would sit and stare at a page for long minutes, managing only a single chapter in the time Bruce knew that he used to be able to tear through the whole book.

Bruce had to intervene, sitting next to his son and pulling him close, the man settled him on his lap (something that Jason protested minorly), and after pressing a soft kiss to the crown of Jason's head, Bruce read for his boy, letting him close his eyes and just listen for that moment.

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It was a month later when Bruce finally got up the courage (as well as a weak pleading look from Jason, and a single raised eyebrow from Alfred) to finally reach back out to Dick.

It had been nearly 6 months since he had heard from his eldest, though that didn't mean Bruce hadn't kept tabs on him.

Knowing right when Dick usually took a break from his work, Bruce pressed the call button, his eyes squeezing shut as the phone started to ring.

It rung once, twice, and a third time, before it was finally cut off. At first Bruce thought that Dick declined the call before he heard his sons clipped tone.

"What do you want Mr. Wanye."

Those words sunk into his chest like an arrow, and Bruce had to take a short breath before speaking.

"Richard...Dick I...I need you to come home. Something has happened and I-"

"Home? Do you mean the Manor Mr Wanye? Because I think last time we spoke you said it would never be my home. That it was a mistake to take me in." There was a growl to Dicks voice as he spoke, and Bruce could only imagine his sons clenched fists, knuckles white as he resisted the urge to yell.

Guilt built up like a tidal wave inside of Bruce, much like the bile that was rising in his throat, he had said that didn't he? He just wanted Dick to get away, to leave before Bruce's defections grew even more into his son, like a mold digging deep into the core.

"Dick please...I..." Bruce struggled with words, his throat felt tight, but he wanted...no needed to speak to Richard.

"Its Jason. He is alive. Something happened and he is back. I...I understand that you don't want to speak to me but...But please...he misses you."

Dick was silent on the other end, the only way Bruce knew he was still on the call was the shaky breaths that sounded through the receiver.

"If you are lying I will break both your arms and leave you in Arkham to rot like the insane, narcissistic bastard that you are. Don't be at the Manor when I get there."

Bruce wasn't able to get a word in before he heard the call drop, and he was left standing in his study, looking down at his phone as the guilt grew and grew.

---

And when Dick arrived Bruce was no where to be scene.

The first Robin, freshly his own man stepped back down onto the dark pavement of a place that he swore he would never return to.

Alfred was waiting by the steps, grabbing him into a frim hug before pulling back, his normally professional passive mask was gone, and a sad smile instead adorned his face.

"Welcome home Master Richard...welcome home..." and at that moment, Dick felt that maybe it was once his home. But not anymore.

Sighing slightly but returning the hug, Dick pulled away from the older man, a frown set on his face, "Bruce told me...Alfred is it true is he-"

Dicks words died in his throat as he saw movement at the front door, first assuming Bruce was coming out, that he was actually at the Manor, but...no.

It was Jason, God it felt like Dick was sucker punched in the gut, breath left him as he stared up at the boy from the steps, his eyes taking in every detail

The boy looked rough, there was scars across his face, jagged and still fresh looking, and he had a sickly palor that just seemed wrong.

"J-Jaybird? Is...holy fuck it's you..." Dick was moving before he could even think, taking the steps two at a time to get up by the door even quicker.

Jason smiled weakly, shuffling a bit over to him, letting out a soft "Hi Dickie" as said man wrapped Jason in his famous octopus hug.

Dick took a while to pull off of Jason, tears prickling at his eyes, but practically jumped back when he heard the soft whimper of pain come from Jason. "Sorry sorry...Fuck I am sorry your..." thousands of words wanted to spill out all at once but Dick stopped himself, just staring down at Jason, watching as the boy took the walker that Dick didn't even see Alfred fetching.

"I-its okay Dickie...J-just squeezed to hard..." Jason tried a smirk but it only came out as a grimace, but that turned into a frown at the look of panic on Dicka face.

"S-stop that. I...I get enough pity from D-dad." Jason said, stopping to cough half way through, which only caused the panic to shift to anger than guilt.

Alfred sighed softly as he watched the brothers, Dick looked worse than he did the last time he was at the Manor, his hair longer and tangled, dark bags under his eyes and seemed to favor his right leg, and the older man was sure that if he tapped the left it, Dick would crumple in pain.

"Gentlemen, Might I suggest to continue in the parlor? It is not too wise to have Master Jason standing for longer than he needs."

Jason gave another frown, squinting at Alfred while Dick hurriedly agreed, trying to usher Jason back into the place he once called home.

---

Bruce watched from the Cave, the security cameras of the Manor playing the live footage of his sons, and Bruce could only feel anguish as he watched the two of them sit, Jason laying his head on Dicks chest, watching as his oldest froze, the way Dick was practically forced by the hurting young boy to card his fingers through his hair, as if Dick though that if he touched Jason wrong the boy would dissappear.

Bruce though the same, that if he looked away for just a moment that he wouldn't be there, that Jason would be dead all over again.

The man held his face in his hands and wept. Because Bruce knew that deep down, that in the depths of his soul that he deserved this pain, that the suffering he caused to his little sons to endure for his foolish crusade meant that he must sit on the side lines, watching as his sons are reunited again.

---

And after hours, after Jason falls asleep and Dick spent that time acting as his human pillow, long after Bruce had cried every tear he had and dragged himself away, donning his regalia once more to be the Bat, and after Dick had left to patrol his own streets.

A young boy watched, eyes glistening with tears, joy and relief welling up in his heart as he watched through the lense of his camera, his Robin was alive. Robin was magic.

He came back.

Just like he promised he would

I am thinking about, what if Jason, fresh from the grave, actually managed to get to Wanye manor?

Like, some Gothamite stumbles upon this kid in a muddy silk suit, with hands bleeding and bruised, whos hollow looking eyes are filled with tears, trying to draw in weezy breaths and let's out a long desperate whimper that sounds like..."help me"

But instead of running and calling the police because clearly the dead are starting to raise in Gotham and that is like, actually the worst, they notice something, they have seen that face before, fucking hell nearly all of gotham had, maybe a little younger, maybe with a happy smile and a twinkle in his eye even in a black in white photo put out by the newspaper, cus that's the Wayne kid, that's Brucies little boy that got killed.

And they take him home, to the Wanye Manor clearly some bullshit happened, because in Gotham the even the dead arnt allowed to rest it seemed.

Even if nobody ever made it past the front gate, everyone knows where the Manor is, it's the seat of power for like, the most important family in Gotham, criminal or otherwise.

And they feel horrible ringing the gate bell, they would wince because it sounds like a sick joke to just to roll up, and say "I got your dead kid, you want em back?"

Imagine the pain that Alfred has to go through hearing that? Some stranger has just rung in that they have his youngest charge grandson who Alfred personally dressed in his finest to be laid to rest. The same Alfred who did the same for Thomas and Martha, who cried over their bodies in secret just as he did Jason.

He let's the stranger through the front gate, while Master Bruce has a rule against killing, Alfred is more than willing to, and his shotgun is loaded as he watches a older car slowly wind up the long driveway.

He is standing at the door, gun lowered as the stranger pulls to a stop, they don't even look surprised at the gun in the old man's hands, simply nodding at it before heading to the back seat of their car and-

Dear God they dug up his boy, anger pulses through him, the gun raises to shoot down this utter scum before...the body twitches as the stranger speaks to it, gently shaking it and...and Jason blinks awake, a strangled gasp coming from his chest before coughs, and Jason is stumbling out of the back seat.

Alfred can't move for a second, can't think as he sees Jason alive once more, the boys pained expression lessens slightly as he seems to spot thr butler, and a soft, hoarse whisper came from his lips, "A-Alfie..."

Imagine Bruce, drunk beyond the point where it should kill him, laying in Jason's bed, the curtains drawn closed, leaving the room pitch black, the only lights coming from the smattering of glow in the dark stars, done up in constellations across the ceiling, and a small night light by the door.

His son still needed a night light, his darling boy was still young enough to fear the dark, even if it was at an instinctual level.

Bruce felt disgusted by himself, hatred of the pathetic excuse of a man that he was, his son was gone gone GONE.

The lights of his life was gone, and he deserved it, he shouldn't have been so greedy, so selfish to want Dick in his life, so what if Vruce saw himself in the boy, commerserated with the searing pain of his parents, Bruce should have kept the child away, to not allow Dick to become anything like him.

It was good that Bruce was pushing him away, making the wonderful young man Dick turned out to be hate him, Bruce only deserved that, it hurt so much to turn his back on his son, but Bruce couldn't allow anymore of himself to befoul the boy he loved so dearly.

The man longed for another drink but he refused to bring the bottle into Jason's room, he wouldn't desecrate his sons space with something he had hated so much.

It was the only reason Bruce rolled out of the bed, his body felt like lead, numb and dull to the world, and as he opened the door into the hall, he saw him.

There Jason was, yet more to hunt him, his child's phantom back to torment him again.

Mind clouded with pain, Bruce would stumble up to that ghost the figment of his imagination that sought to torment him, stopping only a foot away and falling to his knees, fresh tears sting at the man's eyes. A gutteral sound of agony tearing through him as he wails in sorrow, of a future, a life snuffed out.

Only to be silenced by a weight on his shoulder, followed by a smaller body drapped across his own, the cry of pain was choked out by shock, eyes that shut fly open to see that the phantom, the ghost of his son...was not just a figment of his foul mind.

And Jason's body was not cold, not stiff with rigor mortise, it was warm and soft, the thrum if a weak heart beat pounded across his back where his sons chest was across him.

With shaky hands Bruce would, almost reverently, reach out to touch his son, pulling his hand back as if he was burned went he felt the boys body.

In a moment the man was latched onto the boy, holding onto him as if he let go Jason would fade away and he would lose his son once again.

Of course they run tests, though Bruce is never not in arms reach of Jason, always trying to keep the boy in his eyesight, and went they come back that it really is Jason? That their boy is returned? Bruce clings to his son once more, tears renewed, this time filled with relief not sorrow.

Though sadly, we don't get this, instead after digging himself out of his own grave, Jason gets hit by a car and gets kidnapped by a murder death cult and gets dunked in the evil mountain dew before getting turned against the people that love him, fed lies to fuel his pit madness and then set off on a killing spree of revenge.

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My beautiful princess, Dent.

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Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

---

It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

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Omg I love this, props and roses to everyone who has contributed to this!

Danny knew that this job was too good to be either true or not illegal.

But fucking hell does it pay well.

So he was only a little ashamed with himself as he stands between Batman and one Mr. Freeze.

He knew why he was hired, the look Victor gave him when they did the first interview was enough for Danny to know that the mad scientist knew a little too much about his powers.

He had wanted to just say fuck it and dip, but then Victor told Danny about Nora...and we'll if that didn't get him on the man's side then the fat wad of cash was the real closer.

(He was a poor law school student with more debt than even Sam's credit card was allowed to clear, how can he say no to 1k an hour?)

One thing lead to another, and it seemed that Danny was a willing accomplice to Freezes plan

Which might now include tearing a hole in dimensions to get to the Far Frozen because a certain yeti doctor knows a fuck ton about the disease that Nora is suffering from.

Now if only Batman would stay down long enough for Danny to explain all of this...

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Hey ho party people, I feel like writing but the brain worms are stopping me from coming up with ideas, so I am opening up my asks for anyone that has prompts or ideas that they have but never have gotten around to writing or flushing out! Feel free to do some anonymously but I am more than willing to give an @ for the idea!

I am good for pretty much any Batfam, DC, DP and Marvel prompts!