#danny is younger

[helloilikepurple]

His family circles him in the depths of his birthplace, and perhaps such circumstances should fill him with homely feelings of security and love. It doesn't.

Instead, he finds his mind stuck on the memory of his unconscious, injured mother as he sets eyes for the first time on the one who hurt her, draped across the throne she rightfully claimed upon Grandfather's passing. The man's face is drawn into a cocky smirk, the features striking a familiarity that drags forefront days of being two instead of one when the thief before him stood in the two brothers' shadow like all servants must.

Their eyes meet as he opens the tome on his lap to a bookmarked page, the runes at his feet alighting from the simple movement. He grows even smugger at Damian's glower, and it's only years of ingrained, taught patience that stops him from leaping across the room to murder him as he tried to murder Mother.

He maintains eye contact as his fingers glide over the page, taunting.

Damian grits his teeth and keeps his hold on his katana purposefully comfortable.

Do not fall for it. He reminds himself. Do not show any signs of frustration.

"Such a grand name. Damian Al Ghul. Certainly grander than Danyal."

Damian can't help the angry rumble that climbs up his throat. How dare he speak of Danyal?

Ghalib (a far too powerful title for a coward who hides behind his followers) does not pause, but it's obvious the reaction amuses him from the way his eyes crinkle. "I suppose Ra's had a favourite. Or was it your mother that named you? Tell me, was Talia happier once he was gone? Did she seem lighter?"

"Do not speak of what you do not know." Damian growls, taking a warning step forward.

The echoing click of safeties being disengaged sounds from all directions, every assassins' attention snapping to him in a mirror of his aggression. He feels his siblings and his Father shift behind him, tensing impossibly more at the increase in hostility. Damian couldn't care less about the very clear threat.

He can feel Grayson and Father hovering worriedly behind him, eager to reach out but unsure how or if they should. Normally, Damian would find their unspoken, immediate support strangely comforting, if a bit suffocating at times. Now, he finds it annoying. This is not about him. This insignificant, poor excuse of a man just insinuated that Danyal was unloved.

Danyal, who Mother cried for when the Lazarus Pit refused to return life to him and instead chose to hoard his corpse in its depths. Danyal, whose death had Grandfather making sure the men responsible were mutilated beyond recognition and never saw the light of day again. Danyal, who Damian is still mourning even after all this time.

Danyal was loved. He was loved so much.

The first time in nearly six years he's heard his brother's name spoken by someone other than himself, and it's like this? Like he was nothing? Like Danyal's memory is little more than a black mark on the Al Ghul name?

Ghalib knows nothing. He has no right to speak of Danyal. None.

Ghalib acquiesces with a condescending nod of his head. "Yes, yes of course. My apologies, oh honourable heir. Perhaps instead I should speak of the blood spilt to paint your legacy? All the loyal servants murdered in your family's name?"

"My Grandfather was not a good man, but he was not needlessly cruel. He did not go about murdering his own unless given reason, and even if he had, revenge cannot be inflicted on the dead through their living kin. Mother has certainly never acted as rashly as you suggest." Damian countered, fuelled by indignation.

Grandfather deserved slander, but Ghalib was attacking everyone with the Al Ghul name and he couldn't let that stand. Certainly not after he'd left Mother confined to a bed and spoke ill of Danyal. Mother, perhaps, would claim his defence of her unneeded. Even injured as she is she could speak for herself, she'd say. Danyal has no such luxury.

"And even if they had," Drake piped up, "that has nothing to do with Damian."

Damian vehemently disagrees. Anyone out for his mother's head becomes his business, especially when they have gotten so close to taking it. The situation, however, doesn't allow for an argument on his part beyond a pointed glare at his predecessor.

He brought up Danyal. Damian wants to say. He tried to kill Mother and then insulted her dead child to her only surviving son.

"Tsk, tsk." Ghalib shakes his head, his tone condescendingly soft. "And to think you consider yourselves detectives. Do you truly not understand, even now?"

Father takes a step forward to stand beside Damian, posture tense as though he's ready to leap into action at any moment. It's more than that too, though. He's angry; frustrated. Father does not like not knowing things. He's probably still unsettled by the mention of Danyal.

(He should be more than unsettled. He would be furious if he knew just who Danyal was. If he'd been told of the second blood son he never got to meet because he'd been murdered so young.)

Damian supposes his own reaction only served to unsettle him more.

Tt.

It does not matter how Father feels at this time. Ghalib spoke ill of Danyal, of Mother, and Damian's fury burns so hot it threatens to consume him. How pathetic, to insult those not present to defend themselves. How foolish, to speak so poorly of Damian's family to his face.

"We know what you plan to do and why. That does not make your actions understandable. You are behaving irrationally." Father says.

"It's like talking to a brick wall with you lot." Ghalib sighs. Damian finds he has the sort of voice that becomes more grating the longer you hear it. "Oh well." His eyes find Damian's once more. "I suppose I expected too much."

Damian has never wanted to slap a person so much.

Ghalib leans back with a shrug, the runes' glow flickering as the actions cause his fingers to briefly lift from the page. The angle the book rests now puts its yellowed insides in plain view, but the distance between them makes the words contained within seem like little more than meaningless scribbles. It's a massive unknown. None of them had expected Ghalib to have any talent for magic, yet it's clear from how the dried blood and Lazarus water painted on the floor responds to him he does.

Damian should be concerned about how out of their depths they are, even with Brown, Cain and Thomas infiltrating the base as their backup, surely making their way over to assist. Father signalled them to enter several minutes ago now. They should be close. They should be here already, dropping down from the ceiling in some unnecessarily flamboyant attack.

But they're nowhere to be seen, and Ghalib is a magic user. Damian should be thinking. Trying to figure out a way to turn the odds. Do something more than shake in place, fuming.

Yet all he can focus on is Ghalib and the things he said about Danyal.

How dare he how dare he how dare he how dare he -

"Just remember," Ghalib continues, his voice like the screech of nails on a chalkboard as it rattles in Damian's skull, "I did try to warn you."

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"Time out!"

At once, the world stops spinning. Everything from the wind in the trees and the collapsing stars galaxies out of reach, so far away Earth has never seen their light, jerk to an unwilling still. It's a silent, all-consuming freeze.

Danny floats in the centre of it all, his beloved katana raised in preparation to land its killing strike, the hundreds of people witness to his execution stuck in a picture of panic and fear. The man who was just quivering at his feet, begging and pleading for mercy he did not deserve, continues to stare up at him with wide eyes, his tears glued to his cheeks. They no longer fall, and the image is almost funnier now that it's fixed in place.

He's grinning as he lowers his sword and sheathes it, an outlier of motion in the ocean of statues. "It's about time you showed up. I almost had to commit to the bit."

He turns to find Clockwork behind him, wrinkled face drawn into a displeased frown. His beard seems thinner than ever, draping low enough to brush the whisp-y tail where legs should be. The jagged scar across his eye is faded, warped by the way age has pulled his features down.

Oof. This is the oldest form yet. Maybe this was a bit too much?

"There are better ways to get my attention." His voice is gravely and low, quiet in a way that he knows is purposeful. Yeah, he's mad. Oops.

"You moved your tower again! What was I supposed to do?"

"There are consequences to messing with time, especially periods as fixed as this."

"Okay, okay." Danny conceded, his giddy delight at Clockwork's appearance melting away in the face of his genuine upset. "I'm sorry for trying to kill Hitler. I wasn't trying to make things hard for you."

The Ancient levels him with a look that has the liver spots on his face multiplying and his hair growing even longer, his body hunching further into itself. "Only honesty can allow for true reconciliation."

Danny winces, drooping low so they are no longer on the same eye level. "Right, sorry. I did know this was going to leave you with a big mess to clean up. But it's urgent!"

Clockwork morphs into a younger form, perhaps middle-aged as far as humans go. The heavy wrinkles are replaced with smooth skin and the beard with a lightly stubbled chin, his scar a clear black line across an otherwise unmarred face. "What matter, so pressing, demands my attention through such unusual means?"

Danny doesn't spare the moustached man on the ground a glance, the swastika-draped flags in front of him plenty reminder of his presence. "Something's wrong."

The raised brow he receives in response is prompt enough to elaborate.

"Okay, so I was just floating around all casual like, and suddenly I started feeling wrong. It's like something important is happening and I don't know what but I have to go, and I have to go now. But that doesn't make sense, and it doesn't feel like forgetting to do something. It's like… like something is pulling at me and pulling and pulling and pulling so much I can't breathe, except I don't breathe because I'm clearly a ghost, so that doesn't make any sense!" He trails off with an irritated groan.

He should have gone to the Yetis. He would have, but they're having a festival and he doesn't want to go and ruin the fun with his melodramatics. Clockwork was supposed to be closer anyway.

"Someone outside this Realm is summoning you." When Danny's attention snaps back to him at the sound of his voice, Clockwork is a child. Younger than Danny was when he died.

Danny gawks. "Why would someone want to summon me?"

Clockwork shakes his head, the movement triggering a transformation back to an adult form, this one in its twenties by the looks of it. "Not you alone. Dozens are being called. You happen to be one of many."

Okay. Not the most reassuring revelation. "Who? Why? Where?"

"I know not their name nor their intentions, but it is clear to me that the call comes to you from there where you were born."

So that means either his home dimension or the League. Neither sound like very appealing places to be. "Can I refuse?" He asks, already anticipating an answer he won't like.

Magic is all answers he won't like, apparently, because, sure enough; "Avoiding what must be will not prevent it from coming into being."

Danny resists the urge to phase into the ground and be one with the floor. He's an assassin, not a child. Come on, Danny, think like an Al Ghul.

"So I'm being summoned. Alright. First time for everything." His gaze is pleading as it bores into Clockwork's eyes. "Care to give me a crash course?"

"The knowledge you seek is already within you."

Okay. Clockwork's still pissed. He won't be getting anything useful from him for a while.

Okay. That's fine. Danny knows lots about magic! He's an expert. Sure, he only ever really studied the practical stuff and the other non-practical bits that apply to him, but that should be enough, right?

Ancients, what use is it to know everything about the afterlife, the Realm Between Realms, and Time, when someone is summoning him? It's like, the one subject he hasn't got to yet. Damnit it this is karma for wagging study time to play with Cujo.

Ha, 'wag'.

No! No wordplay! Focus Danny!

Clockwork's judging gaze isn't any help, so he shuts his eyes and tries to ignore him entirely. Ancients, he's petty for being an embodiment of time. This isn't even the worst thing Danny's ever done!

Focus!

First things first, what does it feel like? Magic is all about vibe. Just zoom in on the wrongness.

He squeezes his eyes shut tighter as the sensation multiplies at the attention. It starts at his core, spreading out to the tips of his fingers in a buzz of hyperactive energy that bounces along the insides of his ectoplasm, grabbing and tugging to force it to bounce along with it. Except his body's natural response to a foreign entity is to reject it, so instead of following the energy's motions it's repelling them in a way that makes him feel like there are bugs under his skin.

Uncomfortable, but not painful.

Deeper.

He draws his focus to his core, where the sensation bleeds out from. Underneath it, his core is cool, as it always is, a pleasant balm against the pull of the summons; an icy haven, expansive like the emptiness of space that lies between stretches of planets and stars, humming a constant, eternal tune. The unfamiliar magic doesn't touch his core, instead covering the frozen fortress that makes up his soul like an unwelcome fleece blanket in the heat of summer.

It's persistent, an urgent command to come, he wants you to come, you have to come. It's human magic, he can tell in the way it's woven together with mortal desire and lifeforce. Not a particularly taxing spell on the caster as they long as pay the cost demanded.

And it's been paid. A sharp, metallic taste tickles his senses, telling whispers of pain and violent death. That's when the rot hits him. Disgusting, corrupted ectoplasm, eons old and infected with all manner of despair and rage and fear. It's regret that's decayed into agony and blackened mould.

It's vile.

It's familiar.

Danny's eyes snap open to the inside of Clockwork's tower, his hand clasped tight around the weathered handle of his precious katana. Clockwork floats before a gear, WWII Germany visible in its centre. He's old again, back facing him and twisted into a prominent hump as he works away unbothered.

"I'm not ready."

Clockwork doesn't turn nor still. He continues working away, unmoved by the whimper in his apprentice's voice. Danny wants to be affronted by the lack of care, but he's just so scared. He didn't think he'd ever have to go back, especially not so soon.

"No one ever is." He finally says, voice carefully gentle.

Danny thinks he's going to burst into tears. The magic of the summons burns like the surface of the sun inside him, blazing and painful and frightening. Come, it continues to urge. "Please, I can't."

Clockwork shifts into a child, just Danny's age. A show of sympathy. "I'll be waiting."

He'll be waiting.

Danny sniffs and lifts his spare hand to rub at his face. Right. Come on, Danny, be an Al Ghul. He takes a breath he doesn't need, forcing himself to calm. "Okay."

And he lets the summoning whisk him away.

Dpxdc demon siblings au prompt

So standard demon twin/sibling setup where after dying for dissapointing Ras Danny is thrown into the pit where he doesn't surface. Damian mourns his brother but never tells the bat's at first because it's to painful but then because he doesn't want to cause his family pain with the knowledge that they have a brother/son/grandson respectively. (I personally like Danny being the older one in this whether it's just the first born twin or he's a couple years older is up to you all)

The rest under a read more.

So we cut to an older Damian as Robin and the batfam are fighting a exiled member of the League of assassins who wants revenge on something Ras did and decide that they will hurt Damian to hurt Ras.

So this exile uses a magical ritual to summon the ghosts of every assassin Ras turned on and killed (its a lot of them) so the bat's are not able to stop the ritual in time because they couldn't get a skilled enough magic user to Gotham in time (is there some other threat? Just out of contact? Performing at little Jimmy's birthday party? Who knows.)

So the bat's are getting what anti ghost gear they can (nth metal weapons magic doodads whatever) when the last and most powerful ghost is pulled through. Damian freezes because he knows that face, he's older and he has an unnatural glow, but Damian will never forget his brother.

The exile is laughing taunting the Bats about the dead son come for revenge on his brother who betrayed him Damian is emotionally distraught crying, apologizing, telling his brother that they tried to bring him back but the pit took him from them.

The other bat's are freaking out in their own way because holy shit this is true?! Meanwhile Danny is staring silently at Damian face completely blank. While the feral ghosts of the assassins are trying to break out of the summoning circle.

One ghost manages to find a crack from where it was weakening from the thousands of ghosts trying to break it and rushes to attack Damian who is too distracted and too far from the others to react. He throws himself back scrambling for his sword as the assassins lunges forward to rip his heart out with his bare hands.

Yet as is seems he's about to meet his doom the assassin jerks to a stop before his momentum is reversed and he's thrown back into the circle. Everything is silent because the one who saved Damian was his own brother who was not even slowed by the magical protection (because he's half ghost not that anyone knows this but him)

The insane assassin starts going on about clearly his betrayed brother has decided that only he is worthy of striking down the heir to the demon. Except as he's mid monolog a ice knife is thrown into his leg missing all the arteries but causing a lot of pain. Then Danny speaks.

"I never blamed you little brother. Now dry those tears and Al-Ghul never shows weakness to an enemy."

As he says this for the first time since he's summoned Danny no longer has that blank face instead he has the most affection filled smile you can imagine while he wipes his brothers tears before he turns to the massive swarm of ghosts.

"Any who would seek to hurt my brother must first go through me, The Phantom, Pariah's bane, keeper of Balance and guardian of the mortal realms, but if you think you can take me by all means just do me a favor, let some other poor sap try first."

Now if the ghosts heed his warning or not is up to you if they do then Danny just opens a portal to the ghost zone for them to flee into, if not then he proceeds to beat the unliving shit out of them before tossing them through a portal anyway.

After everything is said and done Danny goes over to Damian talking about how proud he is to see him growing into such a good person and how it's so wonderful to see him again after all these years. Just really heartwarming stuff there's hugs Dick is crying into Jason's shoulder everything.

Then Danny says it's time for him to go he can't stay forever. Damian is upset saying he can't lose him right after he gets him back. Danny then laughs and says..

"This isn't a goodbye Damian it's just a see you later, I promise we'll see each other again before you know it."

And the batfamily are all crying thinking this is him saying that he'll be waiting in the after life for Damian. Before he goes through the portal closing it behind him

The bat's all handle the clean up and police for the crime scene before returning to the manor and getting explanations from Damian.

After all that the family come together to make a shrine to their departed brother with Damian being the last one to walk away to get some sleep.

The next morning everyone feels lighter with this secret no longer between them as they chat and laugh as they get ready for breakfast.

As they are all sat together ready to eat one of Damians siblings asks if there are any pleasant memories about Danyal Damian wants to share and Damain decides to tell a carefully edited version of one of their escapades (conveniently leaving out that he was responsible for the situation in the first place) only right as he finishes a voice chimes in.

"That's not how I remember it little brother." And standing there leaning against a wall is Danny himself.

[batsyheere]

Bruce tries to adopt Ellie, who is immediately against it. She keeps throwing him off her trail and he keeps tracking her down. She's honestly concerned, and normally she would handle her problems by herself- but this is Batman.

So when Bruce gets a little too close and Ellie is just so tired... she calls for Danny.

"Mom!"

Cue college student, perpetually tired and overworked Danny "High King Phantom" Fenton appearing from the very shadows Batman normally does himself, seeing the situation and going off at this "clearly older man" chasing his daughter in the middle of the night.

Cue the most elaborate "stop trying to adopt my kid before I adopt yours" series of battles

[dcxdpdabbles]

Dick nine years old: Who are you?

Danny: ....

Dick: Hello?

Danny: *looks around* Wait. Are you talking to me? Can you.....see me?

Dick: ......

Dick: Wow, what's a painting as magnificent as you are doing in this dusty room? *walks by Danny to take a portrait off the wall* I'm taking you home with me. Yes. I am. Who are you, by the way? Bruce's grandpa?

Danny: So....he can't see me?

Dick as soon as the door closed: BRUCE GET A EXORCIST!

Bruce: Why?

Dick: There's a ghost in the violet room!

Bruce: Oh that's just my brother Danny.

Dick: What?

Bruce: Don't get me wrong, he's a ghost, but he's a friendly one. Just act like you can't see him.

Dick: I did

Bruce: Good. That just saved your life.

Alfred: Master Bruce, stop acting like Master Danny is dead.

[queeniewithabeanie]

Parent Group

Dpxdc Prompt #74

When Jazz Fenton moved to Gotham with her new son—formerly her teenage brother, not that anyone knew that—she decided to start up a parent group to have some people to vent to, and also perhaps be able to help other young parents along the way.

She did not expect Brucie Wayne to join the group, as a new father to a 9 year old boy from the circus.

incorrect quotes under the cut

all of these happen because bruce is calling jazz in a panic

bruce: jazz! how do i get dick to stop swinging from the chandeliers? jazz, currently trying to rock a baby!danny to sleep while on 2 hours of sleep herself: bribery

bruce: jazz! was it impulsive of me to adopt a kid that stole my tires? I don't think he likes me very much jazz, attempting to help kid!danny get his hand out of the wall as he is sick and his intagibility is being uncooperative: give him an alfred cookie, he'll warm up eventually

bruce: jazz! tim won't sleep, i think he might be developing a coffee addiction jazz, who just had to throw out all the coffee in her house because it got ecto-infected and is having withdrawls: him and me both really

bruce: jazz! a kid just showed up on my doorstep claiming to be my biological son, he called me short T-T jazz, who knows that danny is now taller than bruce as of his latest growthspurt: ...there there

[emacrow]

It took the Justice League 5 months to catch the two kids who were stalking Flash.

After Batman has figured out why a little girl were stalking and air kicking flash in the middle of attempting a time run while the other one, a little boy beat the problem in like it a rabid animal.

Superman need 2 hour to physically calm himself the first time he caught the girl once as carefully as he could, only for her heart to stop completely, become inverted, going through his hands with her body literally melting like some sort elderitch horror film hearing that scream if it weren't for the little boy flew by catching her at high speed and diving into a emerging green portal that disappeared.

Clark broke down right there and than, chokes with tears dripping heavy like a child in front of batman with his hands shakenly uncontrollable coated in blood and lararus pits goop. Batman and Diana comforted him as much as he could as he had lois and his adopted parents on sped dial.

Later Clark refused to let go as he kept hugging Jon for 5 hours straight with Conner petting his head and Lois comforting him after he went home. Ma kent making pies in the kitchen like there was annual pie competition.

Diana had tried to talk to them a couple times softly, only to end up fighting in the most impressive yet terrifying amazonian fight she has ever went through against two kids that made her mother talk of battle seem like childplay.

She was fully convinced on the theory they're demigods that Flash somehow erase their existence.

Surprising the one who has caught them long enough to actually convince them to come was J'onn.

Mainly due to the little boy rambling question with the pace of 60 mph with literally stars in his eyes wrapped, tightly wrapped to J'onn's arm like a snake and one little girl, stuffing her face with a bat burger on J'onn's left shoulder.

Apparently due to Flash's time running that he saved a wandering pilgrim man from falling off a cliff that would've led the discovery and making of their modern town. All their loves ones, friends and life were erased out of existence is what Elle, 3 and half now currently told them.

Danny, the sleepy 7 year old boy who still wrapped around J'onn's arm, is going through a crash after a obsession induce manic high because he is an Alien! A real life Alien!! There wasn't any in his timeline, but why did they get real living Alien in this one?! They're in space in a space station!!

Elle is very sorry for traumatizing the flying guy with her destabilizing a bit, she wasn't supposed to change into ghost form yet, but she did what she had to do to escape his grasped.

Frostbite and clockwork did fixed her up thankfully or else danny would've destroyed the world like a grape.

The Justice League concerned looks didn't help when she laughed a bit nervously about it.

Part 1 here <-

[somnoir]

Prodigal son beyond time - Part 1

Ra's Al Ghul had a son. No, it's not Dusan we spoke of right now. Ra's Al Ghul's first born child was a peculiar boy that was forged by the Lazarus Pits—or so what he says.

Talia has never met her brother.

Her brother, it has been years since she's found out about him yet her father never gives them a name—he thinks them unworthy of it. Even if he was not present, her brother continues to be the favorite, to be the child their father praised most. His absence is a glaring hole in her father's heart (though she is not sure if he has one).

It is no secret amongst the league that Ra's nameless son was unofficially the heir, even when Damian was born.

Talia has doubted her brother's distance many times, and yet she finds evidence of him over and over again.

Her father writes letters, strange ones that vary in language, dialect, grammar, writing styles. She did not mean to read one when she was young, but she couldn't help herself when she had seen it.

My dearest, son of mine,

It has been an age since last I beheld your presence. I find it most disquieting that you have not seen fit to visit, though I am not ignorant of how poorly time aligns itself with your affairs. Yet still, I dare to hope that you might bestow upon me a portion of your time, if but briefly.

Your siblings have inquired after you once more. Yet I am acutely aware that it would be unwise to bind you to this mortal realm for too great a span. Their hearts, tender and unfortified, lack the endurance I possess to weather the long absences your path necessitates. Nevertheless, I am not blind to the hope you carry—to one day stand before them, whether that moment lies near or far in the veiled expanse of time.

She could not finish the lengthy letter before the letter vanished from her hand, a burst of green and strange liquid slipping from her fingers. Talia had been startled, too young, assuming that this was Lazarus water that has stolen her father's letter.

And she found her father looming behind her, his expression stern get there was amusement in his eyes.

"Your brother is a curious person." Her father hummed, "He's powerful."

"We are not... Allowed to meet him?"

"Not yet. Until you steel your hearts." Ra's nodded, "Your brother does not stay in one place for long. But he is soft hearted and loyal to the family. You give him reason to stay and he will stay."

His hand, firm and guidind, pressed against her shoulder in a tight grip. "And I will not let any of you weaken him."

On that day, Talia realized that her father truly did love her brother. In his own strange way.

The next time she reads a letter, Damian was but a babe of one, cradled in her arms as a letter written on green paper rested in her father's hand. It was open, the wax seal carefully sliced from the envelope.

"Father."

"Talia." He replied nonchalantly, eyes flicking to Damian, his eyes softening momentarily as a longing look slipped to the letter.

Talia's heart tightened, resentful that her father was beginning to see his favorite child on her own son. She could not allow that...

"Your brother has written to me. It has been... Almost a year... Since the last." Ra's hummed, turning to Talia, then Damian, before flicking yet another letter to her. It startled her.

"From your brother." Ra's sighed, "I made the mistake of writing about Damian and now he wishes to meet you first. Not Nyssa, not Dusan—you."

"My brother?" Talia hesitantly accepted the letter. "I do not even know his name..."

Ra's clicked his tongue, "He signed it in his name. You will know from that letter." He paused, glancing back at her. "You have yet to prove yourself worthy, Talia, but... Damian's birth will surely being your brother back home."

Talia's heart palpitated in her chest.

The prospect of her baby, her son, her child—the mere thought that her baby would be the thing that successfully brings her brother home was... Outstanding.

"Read it in your own time... After that, seek me out."

Talia does not know... What to particularly do...

But she takes Damian, watches as her father leaves, and hurries along to her own quarters.

Talia tucks her son into the crib, narrowing her eyes at the nursemaids that were hired to nurture her son. She dismissed them immediately, watching as they silently leave the room. It is only when silence reigns does she takes a seat on her bed as Damian slumbers in his crib.

(Her hands tremble as the letter rested in her hands. It was light, not heavy, her her hands tremble as if she could not handle the weight.)

She takes in a deep breath, takes a dagger and carefully slices it away from envelope. It's intricately made.

The letter is written in the same green paper that her father received.

The letter read as thus:

My Dearest Talia, It would seem that I am now to be regarded as your brother, for Ra's has deemed me his son. Admittedly, this turn of events is of my own doing, as I endeared myself to him centuries past and found solace in his companionship, coming to view him as a father in truth. Yet you, his daughter by blood, remain a stranger to me, as do Nyssa and Dusan. How peculiar it is that Father should act in such a manner, withholding such introductions with his customary inscrutability.

She takes in a deep breath, awes by her brother's penmaniship... And then suddenly the writing style changes. Morphing from the olden age, the formality of a noble, to...

Anyways! Since you're my sister, I don't think I have to keep writing to you the same way Ra's does. It feels awkward to me, y'know?

She was not expecting that change but...

I've always wanted to meet you all. But my duties to my realm are hard. I can't freelt leave. It's especially worse since my world's time doesn't correlate to yours.

You might find the change of writing styles weird, but in all honesty, I'm from the 21st century. It's just that time never did agree with me. Had to comply with the old man on writing like that since he likes it. Weird, right?

But anyways! I heard you had a son! Congrats by the way. I'd like to meet him too, actually. Aside from that, I heard from Ra's you don't know my name.

Well, he's decided to call my Danyal as it's the Arabic version of my original name "Daniel". Though I often go by my nickname Danny. But it has been a delight to write to you, Talia. Hopefully, I'll be able to meet you and your son in the future.

Since you have my name now, you can write me letters too! It'll find me eventually.

Your brother,

Danny

Her brother's name was Danyal... Her brother went by Danny.

Talia blinked.

Her strange brother was a being that traversed through time, a person who was born in the 21st century... Her brother could be somewhere in the world in that moment and in another time the next.

She pressed the letter to her lips, unable to hold back her smile.

She had quite the silly brother...

And amongst her siblings, Talia was the first to know her brother's name. That bit about being able to write letters to him made her finally understand why her father was so possessive of a name.

(In the Infinite realms, High King Phantom received a letter from his estranged younger sister. He really didn't mean to find family in the Demon's head, but he found it anyways.)

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[stealingyourbones]

Danny reaches out to Bruce and tells him that he’s a brother of his that was hidden away from all this time.

This is like the eighth “secret relative” Bruce has encountered and the sixteenth fake secret relative message he’s received this month. He’s ready for it to be just another man out for the Wayne fortune, but as always he asks for a DNA test to be done to confirm the man is lying.

[radiance1]

Damian was going to live with his father.

He was... Pleased, of course. Of course he was, why wouldn't he be? He was the Heir to the Demon, son of Talia Al Ghul, true blood of the Batman and the rightful inheritor of the Robin title.

So of course, he was pleased.

And yet.

"Stay close to me." He whispered, a small and barely noticeable weight settling on his shoulders that made untense the slightest amount. "Don't reveal yourself, don't do anything that I can't cover up and stay invisible."

He reached up towards his shoulder, closing his hand around the smaller, unseen one and gave it a reassuring Squeeze.

Either for himself, or the one he had slain. He didn't know.

Damian had more than enough information on his father, yet not enough for him to trust him with his most well kept secret.

That of his younger brother's existence after death.

Not from the Lazarus Pits, no. Damian had slain Danny himself and watched his body be disposed of. He knew not why Danny persisted, nor stuck around him, but he made the best of the situation as he could.

He loved his mother.

But he could not trust her with this.

He knew of and had expectations of his father.

Yet he also, could not trust him with this.

He respected his grandfather, but he could trust him even less with something like this.

No, Danny was his secret and his alone. One that he managed to keep years since his death, with added help from his younger brother's powers.

(Danny was always too soft, too kind, too emotional and all of the things that would have failed him in this organization.)

(It was a mercy kill, rather than a duel in Damian's eyes.)

(He did not regret killing Danny, but he regretted that he wasn't strong enough to not have to.)

Damian was his older brother.

Damian had a responsibility.

Damian would keep this secret, from the entire world- no. The universe, if he had to.

(He wasn't able to protect him then.)

(So he will protect him now.)

(Just a small edit for those interested if this continued or not: 2)

[cakypa120]

Jason: *holds Captain Marvel and Phantom's hand*

Bruce: What the...

Jason: Fuck you, B, I found myself new parents. Suck it.

Marvel and Phantom: *look at each other, confused about what the fuck is going on*

[zeestarfishalien]

Ya know Danny could absolutely get away with doing homework on the watchtower bc ghosts would absolutely go for a school called Casper High School in the ghost zone. I imagine it going a little like this.

Some Leaguer: "What the...are you doing homework?"

Danny: *not really listening* "Uh, yeah, of course."

Leaguer: "but you're, y'know..."

Danny: *panicking internally but committing to the bit* "Ghosts have schools too."

L: "Okay yeah. Sorry, that was insensitive of me."

D: "It's okay."

Also the idea of someone finding a piece of paper like a form for school gets left behind and they immediately know it's for Danny because Casper High School? That's a ghost school if they ever heard one.

[what-the-floofin]

i'm studying

they're ghost brats for sure though, Dani is just more open and upfront about it

[bluerosefox]

Genie Gave Me a Brother AU

-Slams DPxDC door open and tosses AU idea on table-

Tim's parents send home an artifact that is said to able to grant wishes! While being curious about it Tim messes with the artifact and when he 'solves' it, according to legend one must solve it to get a wish, he wishes he wasn't alone anymore.

The object glows bright and as he shields his eyes he can hear.

'So you have wished it, so it shall be!'

He gets his wish in the form of a recently reincarnated ghost!King (who entered the DC world for a reincarnated vaycay... he should had known something was going to happen because CW was encouraging the break) Danny whose just a baby/toddler right now.

Basically, big brother Tim and baby Danny adventures in Gotham after that.

[stars-obsession-pit]

In the League of Assassins, Damian had had a younger brother Danyal. He’d loved Danyal with his whole heart.

He’d loved him too much, in the eyes of Ra’s al Ghul. Especially as Danyal turned out to be noticeably less capable than his older brother.

And so, Danyal became a bargaining chip.

As long as Damian kept up his progress, Danyal would be safe. Still trained to fight, of course (this is still the LoA), but not as harshly as he could be. But if Damian ever faltered, the punishment would be placed on Danyal. His training raised from intense to outright torturous, being denied meals, contact between the brothers being cut off, or worse.

Damian swore to himself that he would never let that happen. Perhaps he even foolishly believed that he might actually succeed at that oath.

But this was the League. He was being trained as an assassin. Of course they wouldn’t let him always succeed at protecting Danyal. That sort of care was a weakness—a usefully exploitable one for the moment, but one that they would want to stamp out eventually. So the standards got ever higher. Impossibly high.

Eventually, after a certain failure, they forced him to watch Danyal be killed. They did let him lower the body into the Lazarus Pits, but Danyal never emerged.

Even before he joined Batman and learned more about normal morality, that moment cemented the fact that Damian would never be truly loyal to the League again.

However, unbeknownst to them, the revival did work. Danyal just emerged elsewhere, appearing out of a short-lived portal to the Ghost Zone.

From there, he was taken in by an “eccentric” (crazy) but loving scientist couple named the Fentons.

[hoodedjelly]

here's exclusive little doodle/wip stuff cause i feel like sharing it. i say that cause im prob going to finish the group drawing but it will be for another post when i get the chance

the jimmy is based on how he's drawn in the comics and some production art. i love those art styles for him so much

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

It had been a long few minutes since he'd opened the door and there were a lot of questions running through Dick's head. Most pressing of which was how this kid seems to have information he should not have.

"How did you..?" he asked, but the words wouldn't leave completely. There's so much he wants to know, so much he wants to ask.

"How do I what?" Danny tilted his head like the child he seems to be is.

"How do you know?" Dick knows he sounds weak. There's no hiding that, but there are a lot of implications in what the kid has said so far and none of it is painting a very happy picture for him.

"Oh!" Danny had the audacity to smile, "You want to know how I know you moonlight as a vigilante!" And of course he knows. Dick knows he knows, but he'd held a little bit of hope that the child Danny was mistaken. Danny's smile softened a bit as he explained, "Your hair and voice match up in both jobs almost perfectly. Not to mention your build and how you hold yourself. There's also the matter of your overall vibes, but that's not something living beings can normally pick up on." Excuse him? "Well, not living humans, at least, so no worries on that end!"

"Excuse me?" Dick was fairly sure his heart just stopped beating for a moment there.

"Anyway, I was a hero back home for a while, too. I know what it's like to have to walk the tightrope between maintaining a civilian cover and a hero persona. I know how it feels to have to keep secrets from everyone because anyone who knows will be in danger." he rambled, Though, admittedly, our circumstances are quite different. I was working as a hero all hours of the day as well as going to school. You only have to worry about properly balancing between day and night jobs. Either way, me having more to bounce between just makes me al the more qualified to help you!"

Oh. Oh he did not like that. He didn't like a single thing that just came out of the kid's mouth. Because that's what he is, a kid. "Are you...Are you alright?"

"Not in the slightest," Danny admitted with an even smaller smile. Then, it brightened, not quite to a grin, but to something similar, "But I'm here to make sure you are."

He gets points for being honest, but Dick felt his heart shatter. He knew for a fact that he'd never worked with this kid before. He also knew that the Justice League didn't know about him. If they did, he would've been picked up and dropped with either the Young Justice team or the Titans.

Dick wasn't going to ask why he became a hero because that's not his place. It's more of a 'third mission with the team' kind of questions, anyway. Most of the heroes didn't have many options when they took up the mantle. Asking what Danny can do is a more appropriate question, but he wasn't going to ask that, either.

"Now that that's out of the way," Danny turned a few pages from the table of contents to another one that was topped with 'Why Sleep Scheduling Is Important' in the blue glitter pen that Dick was starting to suspect he favored. "You're not getting enough sleep. Following you around - no one's been able to find me for a while, so don't worry about that - for the last two weeks has given me some really worrisome information on you."

Dick was worrying. He was worrying a lot and even more questions were coming to the forefront of his mind.

"Your dayjob is as an officer on the Bludhaven Police Force, or BPD for short." He was looking over the page he'd turned to very aptly and Dick realized that the kid had notes written on him. "The average hours per week for police across the country is forty hours. Gotham and Bludhaven are the exceptions. As a member of the BPD, you work a solid two days and two hours. Six nights a week, you work as Nightwing from eight in the evening to three in the morning. The last day, you take off, which is good. No deserable pattern, so good on you for that. Regardless, that's seven hour nights and ten hour days, with one day off and one day on call as an officer. Seven hours are now left in your day for personal time, eating, and sleeping. That's not a healthy way to live."

Oh, god, the kid had honest to god notes on him! What the hell!

Danny didn't even skip a beat as he pulled Dick's attention back to him and his binder. "I've drawn up a schedule for you to follow." The back of the page had a meticulously drawn schedule, complete with blocks of time to eat, sleep, work both jobs, travel, personal time, and still have a bit extra left over. It was titled 'Ideal End Result' in green marker. "Drastic changes right away will only affect you negatively, so we're starting off smaller." The next page over had another schedule titled 'Where To Begin'. "I've only pulled one hour from your Nightwing hours because I know important that time is to you and the city. I am, however, going to be having you submit an appeal to your boss to cut back your hours from fifty a week to forty a week. That way, you'll only be working eight hours a day and not ten. You'll still be on call for one day, and you'll have that last day off. Altogether, you'll be going be going from working seventeen hours a day to fourteen hours a day. Nine in the morning to five in the afternoon, and eight in the evening to two in the morning. Not including breaks at work or travel time. It opens up a few more hours for you to sleep!"

"You really think the chief is going to pull back my hours?" Dick raised an eyebrow in question.

"He will if he knows what's good for him."

"You know I can arrest you for that threat, right?"

"Yeah, but you won't." And, damn it, he's right.

Although, there was now another thing he had to know. "How to you plan on enforcing this schedule of yours?"

Danny seemed to have been waiting for this. He got a gleam in his eye as he pulled a black folder from his bag, not breaking eye contact with Dick. He placed it on the table and pushed it across. "Congratulations, it's a boy."

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[somnoir]

Children of Diana - Part 2

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Diana had not intended to reveal the existence of her children so soon. But thankfully, Daniel and Dante seemed to agree that it would not be too troublesome for her colleagues to know of them.

She is grateful, at least, that no one suspects Diana Prince to be a mother of three. Instead, the world knows only that Wonder Woman has taken on two young male apprentices. The distinction, while subtle, grants her a measure of control over the narrative. It is, admittedly, a confusing time for some—especially her fellow heroes.

As expected, Batman is the first to approach her.

“You have partners?” he asks, his tone softer than usual, lacking the usual gruffness.

Diana smiles, tilting her head. “Yes. Though from what I understand, they are younger than your Robin.” She pauses, recalling the bright, determined child who first wore the mantle. “The older one is close in age to when Robin first came to be.”

Batman nods, understanding. “Do you require any assistance or advice on the matter? I am willing to offer guidance on mentoring young vigilantes. Though I must admit, I will be lacking in the powers department.”

Diana appreciates the offer. Even she struggles to fully anticipate the depths of Dante and Daniel’s abilities—so fluid, so unbound by the laws she has known. But she appreciates the helping hand nonetheless.

“Thank you, Batman.” She grins. His identity remains elusive, but she respects his privacy. More than ever, now that she has children of her own, she understands why he chooses to remain an enigma when so many of their colleagues have unmasked.

“It’s no problem.” He shakes his head, his cape shifting slightly with the motion. “You may bring them to the Watchtower at some point. Preferably once they’ve received enough training.”

Diana arches a brow, smirking. “The same way you brought Robin?”

Because, of course, Robin had not been formally introduced. The boy had snuck in, startling many before being caught by Kal—moments before he nearly ambushed his own mentor.

Batman grunts, displeased yet faintly amused by the memory. “Hopefully not.”

“I will try,” Diana laughs.

She eventually finds herself back home, where Dante and Daniel are suffering as per usual, trying to wrangle their adventurous infant of a sister to not float out the window. Like usual.

Diana steps into the room just in time to hear the chaos unfolding.

“Hi, Di!” Danny greets, far too cheerfully for someone currently wrangling a two-year-old with the strength and determination of a seasoned warrior. His eyes flicker green before he turns back to the little troublemaker currently biting the windowsill. “Can we borrow your lasso?! Or buy a leash?!”

Diana raises a brow.

“Ellie, stop biting the damn furniture! You’re too young to be traveling the world, damn it!” Dante shouts, trying to pry his sister away from the open window.

Ellie, utterly unbothered, swats at him with surprising force. “No! Wanna go to Greece! Lemme go!”

“You’re not going into the ocean, dammit!” Dante snaps back, only to yelp when Ellie plants a solid kick to his face.

Diana watches, unimpressed but unsurprised, as Dante stumbles. That moment of lost balance is all Ellie needs—wiggling free, she makes a determined beeline right out the window.

Diana sighs. Enough of that.

She catches Ellie by the waist with ease, pulling her back into the penthouse before she can so much as dangle a foot into open air. “Not yet, little one,” Diana says, tone firm but gentle. “As your brother said, you are far too young. Perhaps when you are eight, like Daniel, I shall permit it.”

Ellie whines loudly, puffing out her cheeks and attempting to push against Diana’s hold. It’s adorable, really—her tiny hands barely make an impact against Diana’s chest. Realizing resistance is futile, Ellie huffs and goes limp in her mother’s arms, a dramatic display of defiance.

Diana is unfazed. With one arm, she holds Ellie effortlessly, and with the other, she reaches out to help Dante up.

“Did I take too long?” she asks, amused.

“If you did, she’d already be by the coast,” Dante grumbles, rubbing his face and glaring at Ellie, who resolutely avoids his gaze.

Diana chuckles. It is never dull in this household.

Wraith and Phantom make their entrance as they always do—silently, effortlessly, and unmistakably theirs. They do not linger in the shadow of the League as sidekicks often do, nor do they stand beside any other hero. They are with her and her alone.

The League, naturally, takes notice.

Their presence is striking, their power undeniable. Even their attire contrasts sharply with Diana’s own. Where she stands adorned in gold, red, and blue, they are shrouded in black and white, their cloaks shifting like the cosmos itself. Danny—Phantom—wears the void, an expanse of endless cold that seems to devour the light around it. Dante—Wraith—holds within his cloak the heat of a dying star, the fury of a sun on the brink of collapse.

And then, of course, there are their abilities.

Dante calls forth fire from the earth with a mere flick of his wrist, the ground obeying his command as flames rage in his wake. Danny summons ice from the sky, turning the battlefield into his frozen domain. Opposites in nearly every way, yet when they fight, it is seamless, an unrelenting force that none can withstand.

Barry whistles, watching as Wraith effortlessly hurls the latest villain skyward, only for Phantom to snatch them mid-air and slam them back into the ground with a force that rattles the street. "Okay, lady, you've got two concerningly powerful kids there," he laughs, though the nervous edge in his voice betrays his unease.

Batman, ever observant, merely nods. "Exceptional technique," he notes. "Did you train them yourself?"

Diana crosses her arms, watching as Phantom and Wraith move with fluid precision, their synergy as natural as breathing. "Somewhat," she admits. "They had exceptional mentors before arriving in this world, but I had to reteach them certain things after their transition."

Superman drifts closer, eyes narrowing slightly as he watches the two finish subduing their opponent. Yet their work is not done—Phantom immediately turns to the civilians, kneeling to comfort frightened children, his expression softening. Wraith, meanwhile, sets to repairing the damage they’ve left behind, a flick of his hand mending fractured pavement.

"Amazing," Clark murmurs. "So they’re from another world?"

"Another dimension," Diana corrects, carefully choosing her words. "They were sent here for their well-being. It would be best if you do not pry into their origins. It has been... difficult for them. Leaving home was not their choice."

A quiet understanding passes between them.

After a beat, Batman hums. "Would it be beneficial to introduce them to the others? The Titans, perhaps? They are younger than most of our younger heroes, but it may help them to have peers outside of us."

Diana watches as Wraith floats down beside Phantom, producing a small, unharmed kitten from seemingly nowhere and handing it to a tearful child. The girl’s sniffles quiet as she clutches the creature, Phantom ruffling her hair with an encouraging smile.

A rare warmth spreads in Diana’s chest.

She considers Batman’s words, then smiles. "That would be nice," she agrees. "It would make my day knowing my apprentices are given the chance to make friends."

Althought the prospect would solely depend on the boys' decision. Ellie would join in the vigilantism soon enough but for now...

"Παιδιά! Ελάτε εδώ!" (Kids! Come here!) Diana beckoned them towards her and the two half-ghosts were quick to move. Wraith floated towards her while Phantom slipped into a portal appeared at her side.

"Batman suggested I introduce you to the younger heroes. The Titans—they are led by Batman's protoge, Robin."

"The colorful one?" Phantom's face was hidden but Diana could tell his face was already scrunched up.

"Yes," she sighed, "The colorful one."

"I wanna meet them!" Phantom eagerly said, "Isn't your sister there? Can we meet her too? Ooh! And a speedster!"

Again, Dante looked utterly aghast when the speedster was mentioned.

Alas, this will do.

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