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Wait! This isn't my House DP x DC

In which Danny's habit of fiddling with all the guns and weapons left in every conceivable nook and cranny of the Fenton household lead to a very awkward moment during his first tutoring session. Meanwhile, Jason is trying not to shit bricks.

"But it's IMPOSSIBLE to know what the author was TRYING to say!!!"

Jason watched the kid sitting across from him threw up his hands in frustration and start pacing the length of his apartment. This was the first time the skittish kid had taken Jason up on his offer to tutor English. Jason just rolled his eyes when he found out Danny's essay was due tomorrow and let him in.

Jason owned all the rooms adjacent to his main safe house, so he was surprised to spot the kid stepping out of the apartment below his a few weeks ago. No matter what Jason tried, Danny Nightingale was a big mystery, but he was definitely running from something.

"The whole point of the essay isn't to figure that out."

"That's literally the assignment!!! Word for word!" Danny huffed then flopped onto the worn couch with his arms crossed.

Jason got up from the stool at the kitchen counter and joined Danny in the armchair by the coffee table. "The point of the essay isn't to figure that out. It's to show that you know how to make a claim and support it. That's it. Most teachers don't care what you argue, so long as you show that it is a possible interpretation."

"Then why didn't anybody ever just say that?!" Danny seemed to be having an epiphany while constipated. "I've been pulling my hair out because I actually read the book and wanted to do it right this time! And you're saying I could have just said 'green symbolizes golf or unicorns or something' and called it a day?"

Jason laughed. "In a way, yeah. It's an unobtainable dream so Gatsby is basically chasing something that doesn't exist. A metaphorical unicorn hunt."

"I hate everything."

Jason tried not to laugh.

"I don't care. I'm not going to write about that stupid green light. Not after all that."

"Okay. Then let's look at something else." Jason decided to just start talking about different aspects of the book. It wasn't often he actually got to talk to anybody about literature and he could see a spark of interest and consideration taking root in the boy's eyes.

"The Great Gatsby is also a rare example where the main character isn't the protagonist of the story."

Danny fidgeted in place, having trouble sitting still despite paying attention. His hands wandered over the couch cushions, playing with seams and picking at one of the older stains. Jason hadn't had the chance to clean up properly, and the kid was getting uncomfortably close to-

Jason watched in horror as the kid's hand reached between the cushions and pulled out a full magazine. Jason froze, waiting for the inevitable freak out, running through the possible excuses.

Instead, Danny checked how full it was and tapped absently at one of the rubber bullets, his brow furrowed in thought. "How can the main character not be the protagonist? Don't they mean the same thing?"

Sweat pricked on back. Had someone found out his identity? Red Hood's weakness for kids had eventually leaked. Was this a trap? A threat? Was the kid sent by someone? Jason forced his hand not to reach for the gun tucked in the hidden pocket on the side of the armchair.

"He's actually mostly a spectator or a lens through which we see the story play out."

It was Crime Alley. Someone owning a gun wasn't that crazy. As long as he didn't find any of the hidden pockets that he kept the weapons in, he could play it off.

"But wait... doesn't he actively hide Daisy and Gatsby's relationship from the husband guy? And he does other stuff."

They continue to talk and Danny's wandering hands pull out every weapon he had stashed in the couch without reacting to any of it. Various knives and magazines that were clearly for almost a dozen different types of gun were all looked over for a few moments, then placed back or set out on the coffee table in a line.

Jason cleared his throat and continued the conversation barely aware of what he was saying by the time the kid withdrew one of his spare pistols from the hidden pocket on the underside of the couch.

Danny's hands ran over the surfaces, flicking the safety and pulling out the magazine, checking the chamber while he asked another question.

The next thing Jason knew, the gun was completely disassembled. Every piece scattered across the table

Danny stareed at the ceiling in concentration while his hands are moving and dismantling the gun. Within seconds, it's completely disassembled across the coffee table.

Jason was in awe. He did that faster anyone he'd ever scene except himself and a few other gun specialists, and he did it without even looking. What life was this kid running away from to have enough skill that it looked like a goddamned fidget toy instead of a weapon.

"No. In the context of the Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald isn't the author. Nick Carraway is. Sort of like how the Lord of the Rings is an Autobiography by Frodo."

"Sorry to interrupt, but you have to tell me what oil you use. This thing is smooth as butter. Though you might have to double check your sight alignment on this one. I think it's a bit off."

Jason stared.

Danny looked at him expectantly. Then his eyes followed Jason's stare.

"Oh shit!" Danny's eyes widen in horror and exactly what was in his hand. "I'm so sorry! Habit just kind of took over. I shouldn't have messed with your gun without asking."

That was not the problem here!

The kid reassembled the gun in a blur, tucking it securely back in it's hidden alcove along with everything else he'd left out on the table.

Face tinged red, he turned back to Jason. "So Nick is the author, so he's also an 'unreliable narrator.'"

Jason doesn't know how he got through the rest of the discussion, but by the end of it, they threw together a solid outline and gathered several quotes that would work.

"Thank you so much, Mr. Jason. I couldn't have done this without you." The kid was positively glowing with pride over Jason helping him make a couple notes. "Would... would it be okay if I came back if I have trouble again?"

"Sure kid. This was actually a lot of fun. I got to relax. Nobody wants to talk to me about books anymore." And surprisingly, it really was true. He couldn't remember he'd been this calm or the pit waters had been this quiet. Maybe there was something to that 'art is therapy' junk after all.

"I can see that when you look like fridge and smell like a sewer." The kid dashed off before Jason could ruffle his hair or

"Hey-!" Jason shouted but he was already gone.

Jason pulled out the gun the kid had messed with. It was perfectly assembled and just as he said, the sights were indeed slightly off. Looks like Jason would have to call in the big guns.

Pulling out his phone, he grudgingly dialed the number. This was going to cost him. "Yo Timberly, I need your help and you can't tell Bruce."

Danny bounced down the sidewalk on his way to the library to type up his paper. Who knew having somebody actually explain things

Danny's face heated at how inconsiderate he'd been. He was amazed Mr. Jason was okay with him coming back after he'd made such a fool of himself. He'd never done anything like that before. Sam and Tuck hadn't cared if he stripped down the Fenton Bazooka while talking.

His mo- Maddie could get really possessive when he'd accidently mess with her guns. Of course he should have asked first. Wait, he was missing something.

Danny foot caught his ankle when something obvious clicked into place and almost face planted. He grabbed his hair in both his hands. "Ancients! That's not my house!"

I wrote this as a reblog for someone's concept, and Tumblr ATE IT!!! Then I absolutely could not find the original post. It's been a few weeks, and I did the best to recreate some of it, but I'm getting frustrated. This is what you get. Take it or leave it.

Found it! Inspired by this post: here!

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Not the 10 mm socket wrench!!! Danny chose that one specifically to be a menace! That is a targeted attack on the mechanic. It's literally the size used on everything. I kept a 10 mm in my car's center console for years because if something went wrong, it is almost always the one I need.

When going to the classes or the workshop, the 10 mm was in my backpack. Nothing beats the utter shock and awe when you pull that sucker out at the exact moment they need it with zero context.

As for the WD40, if asked, Danny would absolutely respond that it's to prevent squeaking for improved stealth.

I would also like to add, he would absolutely eat the tidepods.

I need Danny to have an absolutely absurd sense of taste after he becomes a half ghost. Not only does it let him consume inedible objects and foods far denser than any human could consume, but it also causes him to gain new favorite flavors that are horrifying without context.

Batman watching Danny in the watchtower helping a mechanic figure out an issue in the ghost shielding tech and silently notes down that Phantom can consume inedible objects as the teen eats the mechanics 10mm wrench and socket like they’re a candy bar.

Jaime Reyes watches in mild horror as Phantom sprays WD-40 into his morning coffee, swirls it around a bit, and then drinks it, seemingly satisfied with his addition to his coffee concoction.

Kyle Rayner checking his ring to see if Oa’s databases know if ghosts should be eating molten plastic. Like is it enrichment for them?

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Another sleepless night, another rooftop conversation with the domino mask dude. How did Danny even get up here? When did he get up here? He stopped questioning it after the 9th random encounter.

Jason: ... and when they found out I was back, they didn't look at me the same. Like I was a completely different person. Sure, I changed. I DIED. But it was like all they could see was how I didn't fit their perfect rose-tinted memories of someone that never existed in the first place. Thanks. You're the only one that doesn't instantly shut me down when I try and say anything about my death. Everyone else? Forget it. They say I'm alive again, so I shouldn't dwell on it. Hello? I'M the one that died. But THEIR feelings matter more because they were sad? Unreal.

Danny, barely aware and only computing every third word, sloppily nods: Unreal. At least people noticed when you died. I just got shoved in a locker the day after like nothin' happened.

Jason, wonder coloring his tone: Are you... like me? You died, too?

Danny, head lolling into what might be a nod, tries to string together some semblance of words but not wanting to leave the dude hanging: Kinda, but not like totally? I'm not a rem... revment... remnant... the revenge dead thing? But I get you. That was your dead-death, and now they are making it about them? Not cool. That's like... like mega Karen, witch with a capital B move. That shit's worse than hijacking your wedding. Who wouldn't be mad? They're the poopy heads.

Jason breaking down even harder and suddenly wrapping Danny up in a bone crushing hug: I'm not alone. I'm not alone.

Meanwhile, who Danny can't even remember two sentences back, pats him on the back awkwardly, and just follows the last thought he remembers: Karen crap bastards. All of 'em.

But then the warmth of the hug and the slight rocking get to him. It's comfy. The hold is secure. He doesn't want to be rude, but he is so tired. Closing his eyes for just a second should be fine. With his insomnia, there's no chance he'd actually fall asleep, right? He'd stumble away like always as soon as he was free.

Danny wakes up the next morning feeling the most rested he's been in ages. It was only a couple hours, but it did wonders.

He can't remember the last time his head felt this clear, so a big problem is immediately obvious. That isn't his ceiling. This isn't his couch.

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Vent on main.

Danny finds out that insomnia is a bitch.

A bitch that wants you to roll over and cry in frustration.

Danny also found out that taking late-night walks helps slightly, not with the exhaustion, but just not to cry.

Maybe stumbling in the streets of Gotham in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea. In the best-case scenario, he would be mistaken for a drunkard and left alone.

In the worst-case scenario, the GIW would find him and take him away.

This other scenario was… unexpected.

It started when a stranger bumped into him while he was trying to keep his footing. The man was apologetic and…

“Oh, I’m so sorry, man! I was looking at my phone, I found out today that they are increasing my rent. That, plus the hospital and lawyers' fees… I don’t know if I’ll make it to the end of the month…”

The man kept going, and going, about everything going on in his very tragic life, and, at some point, he started crying.

If Danny were more lucid, then he would walk away awkwardly.

But he wasn’t.

So he just stood there, not even listening.

At the end, the man dried off his tears, thanked him for listening, and walked away.

Danny just nodded and waved.

But the thing is, it kept happening.

People find a way to stop him and vent their life problems on him, unloading everything and leaving Danny very, very disoriented.

He doesn’t even know how, but he ends up in Crime Alley, on a rooftop.

Next to him, crying, a man with a domino mask and dark hair.

“-and I somehow feel justified, you know? I’ve been through hell and back, and everybody treated me like shit from the start. Like, don’t be surprised if the person you treat like a criminal starts behaving like one-“

The man's voice broke during the rant, and Danny really wanted to feel bad for him, but he was about to pass out and couldn’t bring himself to pay attention.

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or, ghosts are creatures that can influence others or be influenced by emotions. People feel compelled to vent to him because of the vibes he gives off.

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Excellent. *evil cackle*

You've put them all together in one place. Isn't that convenient? I will never again be so dull and quaint as to refer to my dear Timantha by an unadorned moniker! BWAHAHAHA!!!

An Incomplete List of Nicknames For One Timothy Drake-Wayne

Tim (unanimous)

Timmy (Dick and Jason)

Timbo (Dick and Jason)

Timbit (Dick, Jason and Steph)

Timtam (Dick and Jason)

Timberly (Jason and Steph)

Timantha (Jason and Steph)

Timber (Dick, Jason and Steph)

Timbuktu (Jason)

Timmy Time (Jason)

Shiver Me Timbers (Jason)

The Artist Formerly Known As Tim (Duke)

The Tim-inator (Dick)

Timmysaurus rex (Duke)

Argen-Tim-a (Jason, Duke and Steph)

Gua-Tim-ala (Dick, Jason and Duke)

Timzania (Steph)

Timothee Chalamet (Dick, Jason, Steph and Duke)

Timcicle (Jason)

Baby Bird (Bruce, Dick and Jason)

Stalker (Jason and Damian)

Drop-Out (Damian)

Sport (Bruce)

Champ (Bruce, Dick and Jason)

Buddy (Bruce and Dick)

Little Brother (Cass)

Kitten (Selina)

Pint Size (Jason and Harley Quinn)

Short Stack (Harley Quinn)

Slugger (Harley Quinn)

Santa's Little Helper (Young Justice)

Timbaland (Duke)

T-Money (Duke)

T-Dog (Duke)

Timmy Turner (Dick, Jason and Steph)

Mothman (Kon-El)

Tinie Timpah (Jason, Steph and Duke)

Feel free to add on to this

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Everyone forgets about Tim's existance. He's watching this all go down and knows exactly how to exploit the system. So he waits.

The custudy discussion devolves into a full-out battle. Screams and threats of calling CPS so nobody gets the kids. Everyone got dragged into the fight. Steph became Babs' lawyer, the others became embroied in multiple roles, even Alfred got called to the witness stand. Except Tim. This goes on half the day. Of course, Dick wins full custody, and Babs gets no visitation in exchange for all the property. Dick and the boys will have to live on the street, but they're together.

It isn't until the divorce is finalized, the papers are sighned, and Dick is leaving with a hand on each of his kids that Tim makes his move. He tugs on Babs' sleeve, tears shining in his eyes, and voice wobbling in distress. He asks, "Mommy, will I get to see Big Jay and Little Dami again?"

Everyone froze. The scene was finished. Dick played out his midlife crisis fantacy. It had a satisfying ending and was suitably contensious. He was making his dramatic exit!

Babs looks to Steph, who straightens her glasses and looks down at her clipboard (nobody know where she got them). "By default in the state of New Jersey, the mother keeps custody unless otherwise stated."

"I said I wanted the kids. That means all the kids." Dick shouts desperately.

"If you wanted all of them, then why didn't you mention Tim once?" Babs challenges before wrapping her arms around Tim and pulling him in close. "There there, baby. I'm so sorry, but Dick wanted to make sure that we'd never get to see them again. I tried to get visitation for the two of us, but you saw him. I promise I'll love you twice as much to make up for it."

"Don't turn my kids against me! Tim, don't listen to her. She's only after Wayne Enterprises. You're nothing but a paycheck to her. She's never been anything more than a gold digger. I fought for us. That includes you!"

"Unfortunately, only Jason and Damian are listed on the forms." Duke inputs unhelpfully.

"Daddy... did you forget about me again?" Tim's voice cracks, and then the flood gates open. "This is the soccer practice incident all over again!" Tim wails in despair, real tears streaming down his face. This was a broken child. His cries of abandonment were so authentic and real that it was terrifying. They tore at the hearts of everyone present.

Jason, seizing the moment to increase the chaos, ducks under Dick's arms and rushes Tim. He clutches onto him and cries, "If Timberly isn't coming, I'm not going either!" They hold onto each other for dear life while Babs glares at Dick triumphantly.

With that, everyone was successfully dragged back into the scenario. It was by far the messiest divorce Gotham had ever suffered. It included property damage, private investigators, and cheating allogations on both sides. Some say the battle continues to this day.

Dick : I'm divorcing you

Barb : ...I didn't know we were married?

Dick : we aren't. I'm just trying to play out a drama. Feels right..at my age I should be going through something like this.

Barb :..uh..alright? I'm taking half of evreything.

Dick :..shit..wait I'm getting a lawyer. DUKE BE MY LAWYER

Duke : uhhh okay, what do you want to keep??

Dick : my apartment! Oh and all of my suits!

Barb : hmmm fine. I however, want a bit of his real estate, and-

Dick : OH AND I WANT CUSTODY!

Barb :....

Duke :....

Barb : ..of who?..

Dick : jason and damian. I'm keeping them.

Jason & damian entering the room,

Jason : what.

Damian : since when are you our father, grayson.

Barb : fine, take them, I want visiting rights with jason tho.

Jason : I'm 19?! There's no custody over me-

Damian : should we be concerned?!

Dick : I want full custody!-

Duke : let's calm down

barb : ILL BE MY OWN LAWYER, AND I DEMANDS FULL CUSTODY ASWELL!

Bruce : ...I thought these were my kids..and since when are Barbara and dick married..? And why are they divorcing...?

Cass, just as confused as bruce, meanwhiles steph films this to sent it to evreyone.

It came to a 50/50 custody agreement.

The only ones who didn't agree? Damian and jason.

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MORE REFERECE PICTURES! WOOOOO!!! I'm especially excited by the observat's tower and the observatory and Elmerton and all of them. These are great!

More DP panoramas

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Beautiful! I will be using these for reference. They also make the world feel a little bigger, seeing how locations and scenes connect to one another.

New hobby: stitching together DP screenshots to create panoramas

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Great reference material for Lancer! Definitely want to keep this around.

I'd love to see Mr Lancer swearing in book titles 👁

I did a full rewatch of the entire show to find these, so I believe this is all of them! :)

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Sharing for those that need it.

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The Batfam have known about Dick's 'Danny' persona for basically as long as they've known Dick. They act different, so they even have different relationships with them depending on who Dick is for the day. If 'Danny' shows up, after a fight with Dick, they think, 'dang. Just like Dick to swap personalities like a coward when he knows I'm right. Hey Danny, want to play some Mario Cart?'

From Danny and Dick's point of view, this seemed completely normal and have no idea that the Batfam haven't realized that they are two separate people, not personalities. Heck, they've even swapped places in the Nightwing suit at the watchtower a couple times.

At some point in their mid twenties, Tim came back from patrol early because he had some samples for an investigation to analyze and came face to face with Dick dragging the unconscious body of himself across the Batcave floor. "Hey Tim!"

Dick clearly misunderstands Tim's extended silence as he continues to drag the body in an exaggerated meandering path to the elevator.

"I know, I know. I should be using a fireman's carry, but he deserves a little rug burn after what he tried to pull, so that's what he gets. You should be grateful I brought his sorry butt all the way back here to put him to bed."

"Who is that?"

"Who do you think? Dolly Parton?" Dick rolls his eyes and continues dragging the body, then stops. "Actually, I've got a better idea." He starts dragging the body in a straight line to the giant T-rex.

"Did Ra's clone you?"

"I hope not? Once was more than enough." Dick, very confused, drops the legs of the body. It proves itself unconscious and not dead by groaning. Dick looked between the body, the T-rex's open maw, then Tim. "So you going to help me or what?"

Tim's mind was running a mile a minute, so his body was left on autopilot until it could catch up. He picked up the body's arms and chest, noting that it is indeed breathing and alive as he started to help Dick haul unconscious-Dick up the body of the T-rex.

When he spoke, all his mouth could come up with was "Who cloned you?" Because yes, that was the most important thing to be focused on at the moment.

"Billionaire fruit loop obsessed with turning me into his perfect son. Like Kon."

"I didn't know Danny was a clone." Tim looked down at the unconscious-Dick. No. Danny. And his mind finally started to piece a few things together. Danny and Dick were separate people. "For how long?"

"Didn't know you knew Dani. Did Kon tell you? And like 12 years, I think?" They reached the head and began shoving Danny into the mouth of the T-rex. They made sure none of the teeth would cause any damage, but Danny would definitely wake up with a heck of a backache.

Tim stared at the unconscious body. "No, but I'm surprised I didn't realize there were two of you unyil now. It seems so obvious."

They finished adjusting Danny so his arms were trapped using his own weight and the teeth like a straight jacket. "So what did Danny do to get this? I need to know so I don't do it."

Dick furrowed his eyebrows. "Nothing. I'M Danny. That's Dick. As for what he did, we were at our monthly hang out to chat and catch up, then he lived up to his name. Need I say more?"

Tim looked back at the unconscious Dick trying to recalibrate the whole conversation he just had and the last twelve years he's known the man, it was still wild to think about. "So you've been two people the entire time I've known you?"

"Wait wait wait. Back up." Danny waved his hands as if he could stop the very idea. "What are you talking about?"

"We thought Dick developed a split personality disorder as a coping mechanism, so we just rolled with it." Tim shrugged.

Danny choked then started laughing nearly falling off as they clambered down the T-rex. He clutched his stomach when he reached solid ground, not caring if the noise woke up Dick.

"You thought Dick and I were the same person? How? We stopped pretending to be each other when swapping places back when we turned 16. We weren't very good at it anyway. You call me Danny."

"Hey, that's what I was told, and it's not the weirdest thing about this family. Plus, I don't think we've ever seen both of you in the same place before now."

"Touché."

"So how did Dick transfer his separate personality into a clone?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're his clone and separate personality. Wait. Unless the whole separate personality never happened."

"I'm not his clone. I'm his twin."

"Then who's the clone?!"

"Dani."

"But you're Danny."

"No. I'm Danny. My clone is 'Dani.' With an 'i'."

"That's confusing."

"Only if you're an idiot."

"Dani knows Kon?"

Danny suddenly let out the loudest gasp Tim had ever heard. A loud thunk and a groan sounded up above. "Danny... where am I?"

"Wait. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. That's not important." A truly wicked gleam entered Danny's eyes. Yup, there was no question who was who. Even though Danny was generally a lot more chill, Dick was always too straight forward to pull off that level of mischievous glee. "You said 'we'. Who else thinks I am Dick's second personality that he made because he is always one step away from having a psychotic break and turning into a homicidal maniac bent on destruction and chaos?"

"Everyone, as far as I know. Maybe Alfred knows because: Alfred. But that's it."

"They think what?" Danny and Tim ignore Dick as the shuffling from above grows more frantic.

"We have to use this. My next question is very important," Danny held Tim by his shoulders and stared deeply into his eyes like he was about to consume his soul. "How long can you keep quiet?"

Tim grinned back, "For entertainment like this, you couldn't pay me to talk."

"Excellent."

Dick crashed down next to them. "Danny, what did you do?!"

DCxDP idea: The old switcheroo

Based on this ask that got me thinking.

It's not well-known that Mary and John Grayson had identical twins. The reason is that Haly Circus had a strict rule about babies traveling with them. There could only be one at a time.

Jack Haly tried his best, but it had been a long-standing rule of the circus back when his grandfather first started the business, and since he enforced it onto everyone else, he couldn't make exceptions for the Flying Graysons even if the second boy wasn't planned.

There were a lot of reasons for this rule. The first was traveling, which was dangerous for the little ones: illness and unsafe equipment. The second reason they encountered more delays whenever they crossed borders was because people were suspicious of multiple children being moved about.

The last was that Fedrick Haly thought children were a distraction and would not stand for his performers to not be entirely focused on their acts. So the rule went up, and anyone displeased with it was welcome to leave. He later allowed for more than one child if the second board had to be at least ten years old before the other board was on its way.

The problem was that while a few people did leave, most had been born and raised in Haly's circus and couldn't imagine a world where they weren't part of it. Mary and John were in the second category, so they made a hard choice.

They gave up one of the twins to a lovely couple, Madeline and Jack Fenton, and tried not to think about him. They went as far as to leave themselves off of the boy's birth certification. This was a viewpoint the son they did keep,Dick, did not share.

The minute the circus Strong Man let it slip that he had a brother, Dick had tried tracking him down. He found an ally in Jack Haly himself, who had always hated his grandfather's rule and took him on an "educational" trip to America.

The Graysons didn't suspect anything, and the Fentons were also left in the dark because Jack H. was worried they would try to cause trouble among his people if they found out about Dick.

Danny Fenton, Dick's twin, swore to never tell anyone a thing. In his eyes, he saw it as tearing Dick's life apart when it was their parents who made the choice to get rid of him. He didn't even tell his sister or his best friend. He liked to think that one day, when they were older, the brothers would be able to be seen in public.

In the meantime, they shared secret letters as pen pals and would call each other once a month with the help of Haly. It wasn't much, but they built an unbreakable bond.

Then, the Graysons were killed when they were nine. Dick vanished from the face of the earth for a few months. They lost communication until Dick appeared in Danny's life again one year. It couldn't have come at a better time because Danny, who was used to Dick not responding without months-long gaps in between, was getting angsty that he hadn't heard from his brother.

Apparently, he was taken in by a billionaire who felt a kinship with him, as someone who also watched their parents die. Dick begs Danny to keep their connection a secret for a bit longer because if Bruce knew he had family, he would ship him off to the Fentons, and Dick would never bring their parent's killer to justice.

Danny didn't have the heart to tell him that he couldn't care less about Mary and John Grayson. He didn't even care that they were dead past the pain it caused his brother. After all, to Danny, they chose a career over him.

But he kept their connection a secret anyway. Despite what Dick believed, Danny knew that Bruce Wayne actually saw him as a son and that Dick slowly, over the years, thought of him as a father. Dick would later tell him that Bruce was Batman and he was Robin.

Both knew that Gotham needed the dynamic duo, so they kept their mouths shut. Danny later realized how important that was when he was turned into Phantom. He too had a city that needed protection.

One day Dick came to him with a proposal.

"We look exactly alike. Down to the mole on our left butt cheeks! No one would know if we switch places." Dick told him excitablely.

"I don't know Dick. I'm not exactly the best actor in the world." Danny started a little hesitant, but he eventually agreed because Dick worded it as a favor he needed desperately.

Danny would do anything for his twin. So he jumps on a plane and flies to Gotham, slipping into Dick's life quickly. He was trained to know people's names, faces, and even his school schedule, which were a part of Dick's life. There were only two things he wasn't prepared for.

Robin's training and the fact that the twins had very different personalities.

On Danny's first night out as Robin, he fell back on his powers to fight crime. He was lucky that Bruce had left Dick on his own for a month now, after years of arguing, and wasn't present to see Robin blast criminals with green rays. He was smart enough to stick to the shadows when people clearly out of his league were up to something- plus, fighting the bigger threats would expose his identity.

When they met up on a roof, Bruce turned to him with a commanding aura that had Danny standing up straighter.

"Robin, report," Bruce, in his Batman outfit, bit out.

After years of giving his parents oral lab reports, he quickly rattled off, "There were four mugging by the east docks, two break-ins at Old Gotham, and a suspected sighting of Joker at-"

Batman slaps him across the face, cutting Danny off. He gasps, clutching his face. "Ow! What the hell!?"

"You were being hysterical. Not once did you crack a joke or insult me. I think the Joker slipped you something." Bruce tells him seriously, tapping his communicator to let Agent A know they needed medical aid as soon as they arrived at the cave.

"What?" Danny demands

"Oh no. You didn't throw a flying kick at my crutch for that. It's worse than I thought. I'm going to have to sedate you." Danny doesn't have time to dodge or go intangible before Bruce leaps at him with a needle.

The following day, he was informed he would not be out on the field until whatever was in his system was cleaned out. The tests picked up his ectoplasm- but Bruce wasn't aware of what it was. Danny is ecstatic about it, getting comfortable in the house of old money and enjoying the world's finest had to offer.

Bruce was unsure why "Dick" was okay with not going out in the field when his angry determination to fight was the whole reason he became Robin. He also took him to a gala, and when he was telling him that the Robinsons had an enormous chandelier and "Dick" was not allowed to swing on it.

"Why would I want to do that?" Danny scoffs, missing the way Bruce's face paled. He was more worried about how obviously popular Dick was and all the people that were tripping over themselves to speak to him.

It was a nightmare.

In school, Dick was in all the advanced classes. Danny was a little worried until he realized without ghosts to fight and people not bullying him every second of the day (Dick was one of the popular kids!), he actually did really well. He enjoyed learning.

Gotham Academy was challenging and engaging in a way Casper High never was. He would go straight home after class, check in with Alfred or Bruce, and then just relax in one of the Wayne pools or in the video game rooms- they had the latest games and systems!

Bruce looked like he was having an aneurysm whenever Danny politely asked him about his day and thanked him for everything he did.

Thankfully, the two switched back after a week-long stay at Wayne Manor. Danny didn't think he could keep tricking Bruce or Alfred without getting caught.

"Did you enjoy your time with Bruce?" Dick asks him after they switch clothes.

"It was.....something. Your foster dad is weird." He tells him.

"Yeah? Well your dad is way too sentetive. He told me he loves me before bed and every morning at breakfast." Dick scoffs. "I still think he was on drugs."

Danny sighs "Well, at least it's over. I miss Sam and Tucker, though I am not looking forward to seeing Dash again."

"Oh, about that. You're suspended from school." Dick tells him casually. "You hit Dash Baxter with a chair after he and his little group surrounded you to shove you in a locker. Thankfully, the ugly one, Paulina, was recording everything because they liked to laugh at the videos, and you broke her hand when you stole her phone. After getting proof of self-defense, plus several other victims coming forward with the videos, the suspension is all you have. Dash is expelled."

Danny gapes at him as Dick winks. "Thanks for doing me a favor of providing the perfect window to protect my twin. Love you! Bye!"

Dick hops onto the plane before Danny can find any words. When he shows up to school, everyone jumps out of his way, eyeing him like he is one second away from telling Sam and Tucker not to come to school tomorrow.

He forgot that Dick has some.....unresolved anger issues. Every day, he is thankful the Graysons gave him away to a family that may be ghost-obsessed, but at least they knew how to process emotions.

Miles away, Bruce watches Robin launch himself with a scream of rage at a mugger and wonders if his son has developed split-personality disorder.

Years later, he tells everyone that Dick has a second personality called Danny, who occasionally slips in once and while. Everyone treats Danny as his own person, including Justice Leauge and his siblings.

Both twins forgot to come clean about each other even after they turned eighteen. They thought the Waynes figured it out because the Fentons did when Dick switched again a few months after Dash got expelled.

It was the fact Dick laughed when his meal came to life, thinking it hilarious. Jack and Maddie were more than happy to have a second son, incredibly one open to ghost research. He did argue a lot about ghost rights, but it was better than Jazz and Danny, who wanted nothing to do with it.

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Bruce is obviously shocked by this stunt double that looks almost exactly like him. After a thorough investigation and a modified test that accounts for the strange substance bonded to his DNA, Bruce finds out that they have no family relation, and they really do just happen to look like each other.

Danny is doing his best to get out of the limelight. He had his moment of fame as a teen, and that was more than enough for one lifetime. If he never has to see another shrine to himself again, it will be too soon. The thought of it makes him shiver. Of course the movie's producer sees this as free publicity and only fuels the media fire.

When some raw footage of one of his film sessions 'leaks,' a massive media flurry of "do the butts match?" whips the media storm into a full-blown tornado. Because Batman is the only one who could pull off stunts like that in real life. Danny's further denials just make everything worse, until Batman himself shows up next to Danny to prove his innocence before it can get too far. (Much to the producer's consternation)

Everything quiets down after that, much to Danny's relief. It's not perfect, and the rumors of long lost twins still circulate, but it's bearable. Even the proof of Danny's parentage isn't enough to dissuade the more zealous fans. He just needs to finish filming and get the hell out of dodge.

Filming is almost over when disaster strikes.

A villain (maybe the Riddler), somehow catches a glimpse of Batman without his mask and knows its Bruce freaking WAYNE under there.

Knowing that facing Batman head on to unmask him was a doomed endeavor, they target Bruce Wayne instead. They publicly kidnap him with a live broadcast to all of Gotham. Multiple cameras showing every angle of Bruce tied to a chair while the villain rambles. Bruce can't so much as twitch in a competent manner, or his Brucie persona will be done for. No morse code blinking. No falling in a convenient manner. Nothing. The villains claims that he is Batman aren't confirmed, but the idea is already planted. There's no way out of this.

So it's up to the Batfam to arrange the rescue, and they know exactly what to do!

The solution is obvious. They need Batman to rescue Bruce on live television such that nobody could suspect a fake Batman or impersonator. This would clear Bruce's name completely and blackmailed material for the future. This wouldn't be the first time they've needed to pull the ol' switcharoo.

Naturally, Batman swoops in like an avenging tide of darkness. Beats up the villain and their goons in true Batman fashion, with an amazing fight full of flips and punches and leg sweeps all while bouncing off walls and wrapping goons up in cables and whatever else is around. There is no doubt. This is the real Batman. Only someone who has been fighting for justice their entire lives can move like that, all while expertly protecting the hostage.

All too quickly, in the viewers' opinions, the villain is tied to the very chair they trapped Bruce to. But the show isn't over. Bruce is on the floor, legs shaking too much to stand. Without a word, Batman effortlessly lifts Bruce bridal style and carries him to safety. Never one to miss an opportunity, Brucie Wayne immediately starts batting his eyelashes and flirting enough to make grandma blush. Batman's stoic expression doesn't even twitch as they exit frame and out of sight.

As soon as they make it to a safely secluded spot away from prying eyes and ears, 'Batman' sets Bruce down then promptly doubles over laughing.

Used to it, Bruce rolls his eyes and sighs. "I'm surprised you showed up, Dick."

Instead of answering the unasked question of 'how did you get back so fast when you were supposed to be off planet,' 'Batman' is far too busy suffocating and collapses to the ground.

He finally answers when the giggles subside enough to breathe again. "H-How-How-How do you keep a straight face like that?! I almost pissed myself when you started squeezing my bicep and calling me 'hunkaliscious'!"

Bruce freezes. That wasn't Dick's voice.

"Who are you?"

"Do you call everybody that saves you a dick? Or am I special?" Danny bounces to his feet, pulls the cowl back, and gives a dramatic bow with a wink. "Your one and only stunt double, at your service."

"How?"

Danny lifts his hands in innocence. "Not my fault! I was trying to avoid getting involved with your nightlife. Been there, done that. But when a bunch of color coded teenagers try to kidnap you? You make an exception. Plus, I have to admit, this suit makes me feel like a badass. How are you not grinning like an idiot all the time strutting around with a cape?" Danny pulls it up to his face like a cheesy vampire. "I am the night."

"How did you figure it out?" Bruce pulled out all his Batman intimidation. This is bad. This is bad. This is really, really bad. A civilian knows his identity. And it sounds like he's known for awhile.

Danny just gives him an unimpressed look, not the least bit intimidated. Honestly, Bruce looks more like a puffed up kitten than anything else. "Normal people don't reak of death. I suspected from the beginning, but I've had you clocked since the "do the butts match?" incident. Thanks for the save, by the way. The last thing I need are more stalkers. Those guys are ruthless. You can keep 'em'."

Bruce stares him down.

Danny sobers when he senses Bruce's anxiety. "Don't worry. I know how important secret identities are. I promise no one will learn about it from me."

Something in his voice and eyes makes Bruce relax. He believes it.

That's when a rainbow horde of teenagers vault down into the alley, practically jumping on Danny who laughs along with their antics. They ramble about how perfect he was and where did he learn that one wall run then flip combo, completely forgetting Bruce.

He'd have to fix that. He clears his throat. "Does anybody want to explain whose idea it was to force a civilian to impersonate me?" The response is instant. Everyone falls silent then scatters.

Danny looks at Bruce with a grin. "Can I watch you lecture them? I reeeeeeally want to watch you lecture them."

Maybe letting this civilian hang around for a bit wouldn't be such a bad idea. It was always good to have a back up plans anyway, and Dick couldn't always be around when he needed a double. This was just for contingencies. Nothing else.

Bruce couldn't help a slight smile of his own. "I could arrange something."

Danny has been having issues trying to find a job that allows him to use his powers. He’s no longer in the superhero scene anymore but why not still put his powers to use?

After successfully gaining a job as a Stuntman, he didn’t know what he signed himself up to do but he took multiple classes to prepare and fell in love with the profession. His powers letting him further excel in his career as things like flight, intangibility, and duplication all were things that studio heads were delighted of as it lessened the cost of production.

Stuntman don’t get a lot of recognition by average film goers which is fine for Danny. Staying under the radar and living a normal life is all he could ever ask for.

Sadly for Danny, that anonymity didn’t last forever. Danny was hired as a stunt performer in a 90s satire esque autobiography movie written and starring the Gotham Billionaire Bruce Wayne.

During an on set interview midway though Bruce explaining to the interviewer that Hot Shots was his biggest inspiration for this film, Danny casually walked behind the set, just trying to get to the costume department and thinking nothing of being temporarily on camera behind the Billionaire.

The day the interview was uploaded onto YouTube, Danny’s phone was blowing up from messages from his friends and family telling him he had become an internet sensation overnight. It turns out his casual walk behind Bruce Wayne led to the internet losing their minds trying to find the Bruce Wayne look-alike. I mean, Danny DID become Bruce’s primary stunt double because he looked so similar, that’s the whole point of stunt doubles, but Danny didn’t think it was THAT similar.

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After seeing the boy shoot what look like star bolts and green beams from his eyes, Starfire is convinced he is a lost Tameranian.

Thankfully, he doesn't seem to be hostile once he finishes with a strange piece of technology that sucked in a glowing creature while speaking a language Starfire had never heard before. Starfire flies over to him, excited at the prospect of meeting another from her planet, but as she approaches, he backs off, eyeing her wearily in the air. She tries speaking in her native tongue, but his weariness transforms into confusion.

She understands the problem immediately. He must be from one of the distant regions of Tameran. "Kiss. Kiss. For language, you must kiss." Starfire points at her lips, tapping them.

There was no comprehension on his face, but he moved closer, clearly curious at what she was trying to say. He must have been from the truly isolated tribes to not know such a basic skill. Even if he didn't do it right, it would allow her to speak his language.

Deciding a demonstration would work best, she takes his hand and leads him back to the top of Titans where the rest of the Titans are waiting.

Hearing Starfire speaking in Tamerainian, they keep silent and wait. This is when Starfire pulls Robin forward, kisses him the way she had when she first arrived on earth to learn his language. She points for the floating boy to do the same.

The boy is taken aback even backing up a little in shock, but Starfire repeats everything while gesturing more emphatically with each repetition.

Until the boy approaches Robin and Starfire, clearly absolutely lost and bewildered with the situation, but willing to go along with it. Before anybody can react, he grabs Robin by his shirt and kisses him. Everyone is momentarily stunned by the action.

Pulling back, he asks in perfect English, "So... why did I need to do that?"

Starfire clapped her hands, "It worked!"

"Why is it always him?" Beastboy crosses his arms, "Why can’t I be the one to get a little smooch action from a cute alien? Save some for the rest of us Boy Wonder." He grumbled.

Robin cleared his throat, "It was for Starfire to learn your language." He coughed. "But I guess you learning English works, too."

"Huh? Why didn't you just ask? My English is fine despite what my grades say. I just didn't have a clue what she was saying.” The mysterious boy pointed at Starfire. “I still don’t get what the ‘kissing’ was about."

Raven facepalms without a word. Honestly, she should have expected that.

"You are a Tameranian, are you not?"

"What's a Tameranian?"

Huge shit-eating grins spread across Beastboy's and Cyborg's faces. They look at each other and nod in sync. Arm in arm they start singing. "Boy Wonder and Wonder Boy, sittin' in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G~"

Starfire clasps both of her hands over her mouth with a gasp. "I give you many sorrows, dear Robin. I believed him a Tameranian and intended to be the participant of the language transfer."

"No. It's okay." Robin tries to salvage what was left of his dignity, but it was somewhat undermined by the red spreading on his cheaks and the laughter behind him. Turning to the newly dubbed Wonder Boy, he inclined his head. "I'm sorry for the confusion. We should have checked before subjecting you to such embarrassment."

A wide grin spreads across Wonder Boy's face, "I wouldn't call that kiss an embarrassment, but it definitely needs work. Try using more tongue next time."

Cyborg and Beastboy collapse to the floor in howls of laughter at Robin's expense. It was rare for them to find anything to tease Mr. Perfect with. Now, they had the best ammunition of a lifetime.

The Wonder Boy, who they learned was named Danny, turned out to be a pretty cool dude. He had a truly insane number of powers, but he never joined in their battles. He mostly came by to hang out occasionally.

But his impact was always felt even when he wasn't around. Every time any of the titans spotted something flying, be it hero, villain, meta, alien, flock of birds, chunk of miscellaneous debris, one of them had to ask Robin if he planned on kissing this one, too.

Raven was the only one to spare him from this torture. That was until two months after the incident.

They all lay in the debris field of one of their most difficult battles yet. It had been an incomprehensible mass of tendrils and colors their brains couldn’t understand from beyond reality that drifted across the city. They were all too exhausted to do much more than breathe and stare up at the reddening sky as the sun set.

The silence was eventually broken by Raven, "You should have tried using tongue."

"Not you too!" Robin buried his face in his hands, letting out a sobbing groan. 'They have to get tired of this eventually.' He told himself. It was his only comfort and salvation.

They never get tired of it.

(the above is based on mine and a few other people's comments on the original post. I just fleshed it out a little :)

Starfire can learn any language via kissing someone. This is great news as the glowing specter teenager in the Titans Tower is speaking in a language no one can understands (ghost speak). Bad news: The team does their best to explain to the ghost this so they can communicate with him easier and Danny is VERY confused.

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This leads to a back and forth while Constantine tries to figure out this kid's deal, because fake ritual or not, the ghosts are gone every time he calls.

Eventually, Constantine concludes that this kid has some special power or object that drives off supernatural entities and is a bumbling fool who has no idea what they are messing with. Of course, Danny claims his rituals are the real thing no matter how much Constantine critiques them. Danny just slaps back with, "it worked didn't it?" It absolutely grates on Constantine's nerves to let this idiot go on believing they are an expert, but he can't argue with the results.

That is until a particularly stubborn demon comes along. None of his usual banishments work and he decides why the hell not? If the kid's power drives it off, problem solved. If it doesn't, then Constantine can finally tell off this kid and show him the real deal and how dumb and useless his rituals actually are. When Danny walks in this time, none of that happens.

Instead, the demon immediately throws itself to the ground and grovels. It pleads for mercy from the mighty king.

Danny, completely unphased by the display, glares at the demon. "Last time I saw you, I gave you a second chance. A chance to prove you learned your lesson. A chance to be better, so I didn't need to punish you myself."

The demon shivers silently on the floor.

"You took that chance and did the complete opposite of what you promised." Danny's voice goes cold, "You don't get another."

The demon immediately scrabbles at the air, claws ripping open a portal to one of the hells. It is halfway through when Danny grabs its tail with his bare hands and drags this horned monstrosity of limbs inexorably away from.

"I promise I'll never come back if you let me go!" The demon begs.

"Oh? Like you 'promised' that last time we met?"

Danny rips open a portal also with his bare hands to Walker's prison and shoves the demon through. When it closes, Danny dusts off his hands and turns to the slack jawed Constantine. "I better get to that ritual to get rid of the ghost. You were right. It's a nasty one."

"How?! Y-you-"

"Wait, you could actually see that?"

"YES, I bloody well saw that! I thought you were some buffoon waggin your chin and bumbling through this shit!"

"I thought you were one of those occultist Karens who learned the way of the earthworm or something."

"I'm the Hellblaiser! I'm about as real an occultist as you can get."

"If you're such a big important occultist, then why would you keep calling in the charlatan?" Danny gestured to himself for emphasis.

"Mate, your rituals are an insult to every magic in the known universe, and you think I'm going to leave you running around giving the rest of us a bad name?"

"Of course I'm going to make a production of it. Whether it works or not, people aren't going to pay me if it doesn't look like I did something. Like those coin counting machines. They program in a wait with some clunky noises because they were so fast people didn't believe them and would demand their money back. Plus, I'm getting rid of the ghost and ghost adjacent entities, so what's the big deal?"

"But you kept claiming your rituals were bloody real!" Constantine is practically pulling his hair out in frustration.

"Of course I did. I'm not going to admit that they're fake just because someone asked." Danny crossed his arms.

"That's it! If you're going to be making a theater of my profession, you're going to do it properly!"

Constantine proceeds to drag off this walking insult kicking and screaming to teach him some goddamned proper Latin.

Another dpxdc prompt (sorry it’s been so long)

So Danny, now grown up and the ghost king, is looking for a job. However bc of his responsibilities as king a normal job won’t do. He would need to be able to make his own hours and such. He tried to be a freelance repair/electrical guy (thx mum and dad for those skills) but it never made that much money.

Then one day, prompted by a joke comment from Tucker about going back to ghost fights, he has a great idea!!

That’s how ‘Spook exterminator’ is born!! (He wanted to call it ghost busters but that was trademarked)

He essentially becomes an exorcist for higher and is very good at it. See what he didn’t know before this is that the ghost his use to, realm ghost, are actually the strongest type of ghost and as the king of them he is the strongest of them. This essentially means he has a ‘top predator’ vibe that sends most non realm ghost running before he even steps into the building. All he has to do then is call upon his inter theatre kid and put on a good show before leaving with a full wallet.

It’s not like he’s scamming them or anything. He is getting rid of the ghost! He just likes putting a little flare to it! Plus it gives him better tips.

Anyway cutting over to Constantine who, drunk out of his mind, thinks it would be hilarious to higher some bogus exorcist he saw a flier for and take them to the most haunted house he knowns just to see what happens.

He was definitely not expecting every ghost to hightail it out of there before the guy even step foot in the door. For a second he thought that maybe he was wrong about the guy being bogus and that maybe he was actually an very skilled exorcist but then he proceeded to do the most fake ritual he had ever fucking seen. The guy couldn’t even speak Latin!!

Needless to say John was very confused

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Honestly, discovering fan fic opened a whole creative discipline to me, and I wouldn't trade it for the world. It's inspiring and awe-inspiring to see so many ways people can express emotions through their writing. Keep up the amazing work. One day, I hope to contribute something half amazing as what I've read.

Seriously, if you are an author for any genre or Fandom, you are doing something amazing and making someone's day better (or worse in a good way if you're writing angst). I don't know how to thank you for it.

crazy how fanfic authors drop the most beautiful and gorgeous pieces of work ever, leaving you speechless and sobbing at three in the morning as you quietly contemplate the masterpiece you just read

and they don’t get paid for it they just do it because they’re having fun and they want to share their joy with you

like I would literally die for all of you fanfic authors out there reblog to swear your allegiance to fanfic authors

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This is what happened with a little Tumblr promot I read. Thought was interesting and moved on. Except the idea did. Not. LEAVE.

After a week, I decided to write it down so it could leave my head. Six months later, I am now over 150k deep in the writing process with no sign of it stopping (though updates are really slow because I can't choose what parts my brain works on, and it doesn't like going in order).

*thinks up an idea for a silly quick piece* okay haha let's whip something up real quick

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

*idea gets more complicated*

oh no

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The Confession (Part 2)

And so the curtain closes, after we come full circle. It was QUITE the journey getting here. This is the first long comic I've ever finished and I'm proud of that. I have ideas for where this could go but I am also happy with where everything is right now. I know not everyone will be satisfied with this ending but, honestly, I would love to see others take it away from here, if they want to :)

(Wanted to thank @ectospacecadet @notllorstel and @setakendirart for helping me make this the best it could be 👍✨)

R.I.P Martin Mull. Thank you for giving us such an iconic performance and helping me love this character to the point where I dedicated over 130 pages to him.

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