#de aged

[satoshy12]

The Jokes of the Ghost:

While de-aged, Danny stumbles into the Joker's hideout. Nothing special; it's a Clown. Well, Danny can prank him! The spirits around him all told him what they wanted to do to this clown. But no death, they don't want his ghost near Gotham, but very far away.

So Danny was causing harm with playful ghostly antics that turned the Joker's plans into comedy. Danny played pranks on the poor Joker for already one month. The Joker can't even leave the room without getting a bowling ball in his balls or a stumple to fall on his face. The money he stole is gone, the food he eats is rotten, or worse, his car is frozen solid, or his weapons are fake guns.

Much to the amusement of Gotham.

Then, one day, an angry joker and the police see who gave him all the problems. It was a meta! Dressed in a Bat Onesie.

[habken]

get shrunk nerd

[bruciemilf]

Having so many de aged! Jason feelings. I might just burst.

Dick and Tim theorize on how a small, happy little baby winded up in Jason's apartment. It's no secret their brother, a wall of bulk with a tender core, houses the homeless sometimes.

Maybe the baby is someone's? But if so, why was he alone? Jason isn't exactly famous for his unquestionable wisdom, but he's too caring to leave a defenceless infant by himself.

More importantly, why is this baby rolling on his tummy on a familiar brown jacket, evidently craving to be picked up?

"Can you take him? I'm not..." Tim's not good with kids; It's a running joke among them. Even If there's nothing comical about this.

Dick nods. His pride does swell when the baby giggles and coos.

"He has good taste."

" Okay, Narcissus. Let's take him home before your head pops,'' was Tim just a tiny bit jealous this little chubby cheeked thing was snuggling close to Dick, while downright glowering at him?

Maybe. A little. But babies were glorified chunks of meat, shaped just enough like a human to be considered cute. What did they know?

So they get home. It's a pleasant rarity, but they're all in one place.

All except Bruce, of course. Too busy bleeding on the streets to spend any time with them, Dick huffs,

Poor Damian is trying to jump and leap amongst them giants, struggling to take a peek at their young guest, " Grayson! I want the baby!"

" He's not a toy, Dami," they all share a silent look, clearly thinking the same thing. He got it from Bruce,

"What does it do?"

" He's a baby, Steph. He's not even aware he exists!"

" God I wish that were me,"

Duke looks at Babybird, as Dick affectionately took to calling him, with a strange, quizzical look, " He looks familiar. You said you found him at Jay's?"

" Yeah, but I'm taking him to a firestation. I just had to show B. You know he likes volunteering at daycares. Maybe he'll recognize him."

" Recognize who?"

Babybird was chewing on his own foot when the elevator doors slid open. Cass wasn't a wordsmith.

She read movements and actions as one listens to music.

Every member of her beloved family was a song of their own; Dick was motivational and calming.

Stephanie was packed with action, brimming with electrifying energy that just made you want to jump.

Tim was clean and precise with accents of pop. Duke was light and happy and silently confident. Damian was angry, and passionate and brave.

Bruce was powerful, sad, and perfectly tragic.

But when Babybird shrieked, yelled out in happiness and excitement and tried to wiggle out of Dick's arms with a sunshine beam and grabby hands?

Her father was a love song.

"Jay," The name sounds like Bruce is choking. His eyes are burning with tears, marching directly to Dick, " Jay? Jay!"

" Wh--"

"Dada!" Babybird, -- Jason? They only now noticed the white curl bouncing on top of his head, ( their inner detectives groan) " Dadadada, pap papi pap,"

They can't do anything, frozen in place, as Bruce spends the following two hours planting a garden of kisses on Jason's cheeks, full with laughter, while they read and color and build blocks.

"Uh, Bruce? I'm...I'm gonna call Zatanna."

" In a minute."

" DAD, --"

" In a minute."

It wasn't just a minute. It was an entire week.

As ridiculous as it was? They were starting to get jealous.

[flamingpudding]

Ghost Twins: Lost in Gotham

A/N: I finally got my copy of AGIT and it sparked this prompt idea, I might continue on...

"Of all the times why were we thrown into a different dimension…"

"I am not happy about this either, twerp."

Danny gave his body double a scorching glare. Dan only shrugged as he leaned back into the park bench, hiding a chuckle. Even if the situation was dire, it was kind of funny too. Good things had changed so much since he got a human body. Danny had become more of a brother to him than his nemesis or time original, especially since Danny had gotten the crown and was trying to smooth things over for ghosts and humans. Plus he finally understood why Jazz like to tease them so much as her younger siblings. He got to tease his time original / cousin / 'younger' brother now too, well he did see himself as the older one when they could technically pass as twins.

"We are stuck looking like this! Our powers don't work and I can't open a portal, Dan!"

"And what do you want me to do about it? Clockwork is not responding to either of us."

Dan studied Danny who was still pacing in knee-high snow, then looked down at his hand which was smaller than he remembered. He tried reaching out to his ghost powers but nothing responded. From the corner of his eyes, he noticed Danny stopping his pacing and looking back at Dan, his voice soft from resignation.

"What is the last thing you remember?"

"It's... nothing." I don't remember what I did last. Why do you ask?"

"It's the same for me. We are stranded for some unknown reason in an entirely different Dimension in six-year-old bodies, with no clue or solution to get home and our ghost powers being all wonky as shit! And clockwork won't react to us yelling his name into the snowstorm we are currently in! At least we are cold-resistant!"

Danny resumed pacing in the snow, kicking random little snow hills he was making with his pacing as he ranted. Dan was watching him from the park bench with a scowl of his own. Both had found themself waking up to each other in a pile of snow in a park that was located in a city they had no idea about, the only thing they had was a green sticky note with the words 'Code Bat: Different Dimension'.

That led to Danny yelling for clockwork into the starting snowstorm. They knew their powers weren't completely gone. Wherever they were they were in a place with a lot of ambient ectoplasm.

"We should look for a way out of the snow twerp. Even with cold resistance, we should stay out here." Dan huffed as he tried to make out the buildings around them outside of the park, Danny instantly stopped pacing tilting his head.

"Where should-"

Both boys yelled in absolute horror as they suddenly got picked up and were carried like a sack of potatoes under the arms of strange guys. Instincts kicked in and the two instantly fought back but the guys carrying them didn't appear to be bothered.

The wind whisked past their ears making hearing anything difficult until they finally got put down next to each other. Instantly Dan took half a step before Danny, glaring at the ones that abducted them from a park. "Who the fuck are you, guys?!"

"Language kid. And I should be asking what the fuck you little kids were doing out in the middle of the worst Snowstorm Gotham had in a long time?" The guy in a red helmet said towering over them with crossed arms. "I know you street rats are smarter than staying out in the open like this. Don't you kids have a shelter?"

Street Rats? Okay, so what if their clothes looked a little ratty? Hold a second. Danny and Dan looked at each other briefly as if for the first time noticing how worn the clothes they had looked compared to what they were used to wearing. Great so not only were they in twin six-year-old bodies but also wearing such worn-out clothes that people saw them as street rats.

"None of your fucking business." Dan retorted, the fun of the situation now gone and anger and frustration settling in as he glared at their abductors. Danny on the other hand tilted his head miming the confused child as he stared up at them.

"We got lost."

"You got lost?" The other guy in blue with a mask asked them unbelieving and Danny only nodded.

"Yup, we got lost."

Dan watched how the two adults playing dress up exchanged glances. He peaked back at Danny and then back at them. Before making a probably short-sighted decision.

"Fuck this!" He said out loud and grabbed his twin's hand. Once more he reached for his ghost core and powers, internally yelling at it to get a response. And it worked, sort of.

He felt intangibility wash over them so he attempted to escape by phasing him and Danny through the ground only… to get halfway stuck as the old on his ghostly powers got lost. Dan's eye twitched as he realized he was stuck in the ground up to his tights.

"Dan what the fuck?!" Danny who was now stuck knee-deep into the floor yelled.

"I was at least attempting to escape!"

"We are stuck now! This is even worse! You could have just let me talk our way out of this!"

"Oh hell no. I remember the others saying often enough that you should not do the talking!"

"Phasing us through the floor is not better at all! Our powers are wonky or did you forget that?!"

While the twin boy's where fighting Nightwing and Red Hood exchanged worried glances.

"Hood…"

"Yea… Probably Meta Twins on the run."

"I will contact the others."

[lady-of-the-spirit]

Fics where a character gets magically turned into their younger/child selves with no memory of their adult self and everyone around them has to help take care of the child and in the process learn about their traumatizing childhood and/or realize just how much the adult self has gone through in their life my beloved

[swap-and-possessions]

Chastity Caged by Coach

This fucking sucks!

Jack's face twisted into a deep frown when Coach Davis delivered the unexpected news that he was benched for the next football match. It wasn't entirely unexpected since Jack had a rough play last match. They've been winning match after match, and ego got into Jack's face. He thought himself invincible when he wasn't. He selfishly hogged the ball, refused to follow Coach Davis's plan, and blamed his teammates when they lost. He had an earful from Coach Davis afterward.

"Jackson Dupont! You are fucking benched, you hear me!?" Coach Davis shouted with a bright, red face. "You are fucking lucky this match won't kick us out of the championship just yet! But you are fucking benched for the next three matches. Use that free time to put your head out of your fucking ass!"

Oakdale University is one, if not the best, producer of top athletes in Canada. It's because of its high-class, state-of-the-art training facilities, former star athlete coaches, and scientifically-backed diet and regiment that ensure players are at their top form. Then there are also their unorthodox punishments to deter players from making a poor performance in their punishments. Unlike other universities, being "benched" meant something different for the star athletes at Oakdale University. It means surrendering control of your body to one of the football coaches. Coincidentally, the coordinator to the head coach happens to be Coach Davis's husband, Ryan.

"Coach, please. It was only one time. Give me another chance?"

"When I said your head is up your ass, I meant that as a metaphor. But is that really the case here? Was your head that pushed inside your ass; you forgot this was your third fucking strike! I was going to swap you with Ryan when we got home, but you've pushed me over the line, Dupont." Coach Davis said. He plucked a sealed button from his pocket and pressed it. A chill from Jack's spine spread throughout his body as the world collapsed until there was only darkness and headaches.

"Ugh…" Jack groaned. His world swirled, and his head felt like a jackhammer pounded on it all night. He seemed to be in one of the campus dorms, but the lack of decoration of a typical college student's dorm meant this was an unused room. There was a calendar and a clock on the wall. It was early in the morning, and a day had passed since Jack lost consciousness. Beside him was a night table that held his phone, a blister pack of Tylenol, biscuits, and a glass of water. Just as he was about to reach for the medicine to stop this throbbing headache, he realized his hand was different. He was a bit paler, and the weight felt strange. It didn't take him long to realize Coach Davis went through with his punishment.

"Dammit!" Jack cursed, his voice deeper and manlier. "This fucking sucks! I'm in Coach Ryan's body."

Jack wasn't the first among his teammates to be punished this way, and he won't probably be the last. Come to think of it, Coach Davis has been doling out these punishments since the season began when he and Coach Ryan started dating. There might be a hidden agenda to these punishments, but it wasn't entirely unfounded considering Jack's poor sportsmanship yesterday.

And besides, punishments were supposed to be terrible to prevent you from doing something unsatisfactory in the future. Being in coach Ryan's body was everything opposite of a punishment. He now had his thick, fucking muscles born from the years of being the top football athlete of his batch. This was his goal body, to be as stocky but agile still. And Coach Davis gave it to him freely. This wasn't a punishment. Those idiotic teammates who survived Coach Davis fucking lied! And to make things better, he hoped whatever meat lay hidden underneath these covers would make that yesterday's shitty play worth it. Hell! He could already feel it. It's so fucking tight and moist down there. Jack grabbed the edge of the covers and flipped it.

"Goddamn it!" Jack cursed. The reason why it was tight down there was because there was a fucking chastity cage locking his thick cock! It's locked tight, and it doesn't even conform to his hardening rod. "This fucking sucks!"

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[pollyna]

I really want to read a de-aged Bradley (physically and mentally) during his first run at Top Gun where he continues to ask for his dad and pops and nobody, not even Phee, know what the fuck to do because Bradley never talks about his family. Until on day, maybe on the third one since the transform, Admiral Kazansky is around because of paperwork™️ not to spy on Bradley not at all and the kid runs to him and nobody has the courage to move. And then there's baby Bradldy talking with his soft voice, crying against the shoulder of The Iceman who looks a minute away to cry to while hugging the baby and whispering sweet nothings at him.

[piedpiperart]

Chapter 12 of Marked for Death is up on Ao3!

To summarize, Tim is de-aged to five years old and runs into the Red Hood, who is upset at Robin for replacing him. However, he finds himself with a fve year old when Robin suddenly goes missing.

[impyssadobsessions]

From Raising Phantom ~ Danny tiny but he the best guard dog around LOL

[boomgubbins]

Quirk Incident 

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Ok hear me out!

So um I had a fic idea and the brain worms took over ima be posting it here and if all goes well to ao3 Chapter 1 of the fic is below

Summary: After an accident kills everyone the boy has ever known and injured the god of time, clockwork rushes to the only place he’s knows will take the now boy king. Gotham takes the now 6 year old Danny in to her arms, her child of the stars. And she’s going to ensure he gets the life he always deserved.

Mother of the storm and her star child

Chapter 1: In which a ward is gained

Clockwork clutches his side, the toxic green substance that makes up his being spilling on to his purple robes. As he flies over a city with a sky set dark over the horizon. Despite his very core feeling like it's about to split at the seams, he dare not falter. For in his arms is a bundle of blankets he holds his king. Much smaller than he was just an hour ago as his body rebuilds itself.

All he can do is pray that his old friend cand lend him a hand. That she’ll take in the only thing he has left to live for. The young boy has nowhere else to go and clock work has his own wounds to address. As he lands at last falling to his knees, wincing as his wound lets out another puff of its toxic excision. He sets the boy down in the alley and knows that she'll find him soon.

As thunder roles over the dark city, from the shadows a figure steps out into the dim light. Her skin is a dark purple, her hair seems to be made of the very storm that follows her wherever she gose. Her eyes a yellow like lighting breaking from the dark sky, dressed in black dress with a shawl made of stars. “ Gotham, you look well old friend,” CW manages to spit out threw pain with a weak smile on his face.

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“Clockwork?” her voice booms as the thunder rolls, her eyes narrow at the bundle in his arms.

“Let me explain, Pleas old friend I need your help,” he begs weakly, his form shifting yet shaking. He takes his hand off his side to move the blanket, in his arms a child no older than six(6). He's skin and bones, he's so small, smaller than he has any right to be. His raven hair is messy and his clothes 5 sizes too big. “ Please old friend, he has nowhere left to go, no kin to return to,” clock work says as his form shifts to that of an old man sending another green stain against the pavement. “ I am all that remains yet i'm afraid I must lick my own wounds if I wish to live to see him threw”

Gothem eyes her old acquaintance barely holding himself together, then her eyes drift to the small boy that lay in his arms. Her expression softens, she leans down and takes the wad from the ghost. And then like a wave of ice that chills her to the bone she realizes what she is holding. “ The boy king? Who? WHY!” her eyes slit and the thunder grows stronger. The wind begins to wip as she eyes the small bae that lay in her arms.

“His parents they…… they found him,” he snarls, “ They Hurt him….. The lab is no more it…. It took everyone, all I could do was save him but” he takes a heaving breath,” I could only do so much.”

Gotham seemed to understand what he ment, she looked at the boy still asleep with sorrow in her eyes, “ Please dear friend” clockwork begged once more, “ give him the life he always deserved, I cant keep him, not like this.” His throat felt tight as his eye stung, he can't cry not now.

“With everything I am, the boy will be safe,” The thunder low and distant like a spring storm, “ go now heal and so you may return to him once more” She smiles as she sees a peak of the boy's eyes as he dreams, blue, a beautiful vibrant blue. “ I know someone who will love him as his own'' Clock work fades his form relaxing as he disappears into the night.

The sky begins to cry but not in sorrow but joy, the prince has a new home and Gotham will insure he’ll grow, to be the king that the realm deserves. As she turns him to shield him from the rain a ring of light washes over the boy, his hair is white as snow, freckles make the stars, and a crown rest upon his brow. “ Rest now, my child of the stars, here you'll find you belong.” With that they boy renters to his human state. Now she just has to figure out how to induce him to her other children.

If y’all like it I’ll keep going also thinking about sketching what I envision my version of Gotham looks like. I like the idea of her being a storm spirit and that’s why Gotham always rains.

I did it [part 2]

[satoshy12]

Phantom Kitten

It all started as the GIW got more brutal in Amity Park. And Jazz wanted to make sure Danny was saved; the test showed just Danny was contaminated by it, not her, his friends, or her parents. So while he talked with her Jazz, to make sure he was saved, she pushed him into the Ghost Zone, into a door, to a different place, timeline, or universe. It didn't matter much, she would find him after all is done with the Booomarang. She should at least talk to him first! Danny woke up. He was de-aged as a toddler in a place called Gotham City. He used his powers to steal small items around the city. What! He had no money for food. To cover up his identity, he took the mask he found with Cat Ears and now calls himself "Kitten". Having Ghost Powers is cheating when you escape.

That was how he met the hero Batman, and Danny was fascinated by the gadgets. So he slowly started to steal his gadgets. The first time Batman met the toddler thief was when Danny tried to steal his Batmobile. Yes, the whole Batmobile. Batman, let the toddler play with it and have a head start... He didn't think that "Kitten" would be able to really steal his car. Danny made Catwoman and Batman determined to catch "Kitten" as they underestimated the adorable ghost's abilities. Catwoman Selina Kyle. Well, he is an adorable kitten, and he goes around as a cat already! And he stole her targets not once not twice but 10 times!!

A/N The Batman who lost the Batmobile can be Dick while Bruce was busy in the JL. Kind of want to see Dick trying to explain how he lost the Batmobile.

[morgansunflower]

So Fragile

Batman X Wife! Reader

Batmom X Jason Todd

Warnings:suggestive content explicit language, past torture and angst.

Words:1493

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Jason has a little mishap on patrol becoming de-aged to a ten year old.

Jason felt scared, sitting on the cold concrete in a small corner. He was in the undergrad bomb shelter of Gotham pd. He used a boom tube to get here after having a mishap with a jewel he found that was apparently cursed. That resulted in Jason becoming a 10 year old kid. Jason took his phone seeing his reflection. He feels scared looking like this again. Being so small, so fragile. He hears a ring sound, a text from his mom.

~hey Jay! I hope you are doing great. We miss you here. Alfred is making dinner tonight and COOKIES. Do you think you can make it? We'd love to see you~

~sorry Ma have to take a rain check.. Maybe next time~

~OK sweetheart I love you~

Jason sniffles as his eyes water. He felt the desperate need for her affection. He remembered she would rub his face and kiss his head whispering his fears away. He missed Bruce's protection. How Bruce would rub his shoulder whilst he holds him and Y/N with his giant like arms. Remembering that moment so vividly only made him feel more vulnerable.

~love you too mom~

36 hours later. Jason hoped the spell or curse would've worn off by now but now.. Now he was really worried. Damian was his best shot to get what he needed without causing suspicious eyes of his mom and dad. Damian was quite confused by what Jason was asking for. He got everything he asked for stuffing them in Jason's old duffel bad when he was Robin. He packed snacks, water bottles and Damian's old clothes. He went to his older brother's hideout.

"Todd I'm here. Do you have a child you're hiding?"

Jason hid in small supply room leaning against the door. He text Damian thanks for bringing his stuff and to get lost. Damian scoffed. Something felt.. Odd. Jason forced a wince in from his back muscles spasms. A random occurrence since his current problem. Why did this have to happen right now.. Damian hears a soft groan from the room. Too curious to not investigate he turns the door knob. Jason panics reaching for the doorknob and keeps it from turning. Damian abruptly turned the doorknob. Jason cursed that he wasn't strong enough to keep him from opening the door.

"go the fuck away Damian!!"

Damian froze seeing the little black haired boy. Jason rolled his eyes folding his arms.

"wh-what? Jason?" Damian erupted in a genuine laugh.

"stop laughing Damian!!" Jason yelled

Damian was taken aback by his brother's outburst ".. We should go home. Mother and Father will be able to--" Jason quickly cut Damian off

"fuck no! I don't want them to know it's bad enough that you do. I never should have texted you"

Alfred was soon beginning to notice that things were disappearing. They were going to donate Damian's casual clothes that he had outgrown, however they had slowly been vanishing it seems. There's been less food in the cabinets.. Even Damian was vanishing at odd times. With all of that things from Jason's room had begun to disappear. Y/N and Bruce were growing weary of what was going on. A part of them wondered if Jason met a child who didn't have a home. During patrol Batman followed Damian from a far enough distance he would not notice him. Damian went inside. Jason sat on the couch wearing Damian's old clothes. Damian reached in his pocket to give Jason his snack from the house. Jason snatched it eating it quickly.

"thanks Dami"

"you'd be less famished if you--"

"just fucking stop it! OK! I am not going back home" Jason was humiliated by his current predicament. He knew coming back home would bring on too many emotional memories.

As Damian left Bruce took his chance to investigate what was really going on. He went inside seeing his little boy sleeping while laying wrapped in his blanket. Bruce was taken aback. He was so precious. His 20 year old son had now somehow de-aged ten years of his life. Bruce takes his cowl off. Jason always was a heavy sleeper once he finally fell asleep. Bruce gently rubbed his shoulder. Bruce held his tears back remembering when he was Robin.

"Jason.. Jason.. wake up son" Bruce gently muttered as to not startle him

"B? What are you?.." Jason rubs his eyes sitting up he then gasp "fuck! Fuck! Fuck! No! No! What are you doing here? Did Damian tell you?.. This is not permanent.."

"I don't care if it's 2 months or 2 hours you're coming home"

"no! Absolutely not! I am not doing that! You can't make me"

"this is non-negotiable son. You're coming home"

Jason had his arms folded sitting in the passenger seat of the bat-mobile. He really didn't want to go through this. Bruce thought it best to have each of the children so that things didn't get lost in communication. As Bruce parked he opens the doors.

"I'm not coming out this vehicle!" Jason demanded

"you are.. C'mon son" Bruce ordered leaving the bat-mobile

Alfred nearly burst into tears as he looks at the young chap. Grayson couldn't believe his own eyes. It was like seeing a ghost. Tim was taken aback but knew it was indeed Jason. Duke had to blink several times still in shock. Cassandra instantly recognized her brother's eyes. Stephanie thought he was adorable. Barbara couldn't believe it was really him.

"you guys look like you've seen a ghost" Jason joked hating all the attention.

Y/N gasp as she takes a deep breath remembering how little he was when Joker took him. Jason looks away as she slowly approached him. She kneels down and holds his small arms.

"hey look at me" he looks at her "you're going to be OK, we'll figure this out together"

Zatanna nor Dr Fate could return Jason back to his normal age. So they had to wait until a solution arrived. Grayson tried his best to try to be there for his little brother. Especially considering how much he hated himself for not being there for him before he was killed. Jason continued to beg his parents to let him go on patrol however Y/N was worried Jason may overestimate his abilities.

"it's too early Bruce" Y/N mumbled seeing Jason wearing his old Robin uniform.

He kisses her "he'll be fine Y/N. Besides we both know he'll sneak out if we eventually don't let him go"

They infiltrate Joker's hideout H/N and Batman along with Robin take out the men. Joker runs through the door. Jason runs after him, determined that this time it would go different.

"do not engage Robin!!" Batman orders.

Bruce and Y/N tried to quickly fight off the men so they could follow their son. Jason nearly fell to his back. Joker reached for the tire iron to swing at Jason. The small boy jolted back terrified by the monster that was about to kill him. Batman and H/N entered. Batman abruptly punched Joker. Y/N rushed kneeling down to Jason holding his arms, as he was shaking through his lips and body.

"shhh-shhh-shhh it's Mom. Listen to my breathing baby" she encouraged going through the breathing exercises. "feel my arms baby. Look at me. You're safe. It's OK"

Jason breathed normally but he was still so terrified. He breaks down sobbing. Y/N's heart breaks hugging her baby boy. He buried his face in her neck to hide from the pain. Batman knocked Joker through the door, to the ground outside. Batman grabbed his collar as, he laughed. Bruce snarled in complete rage.

Y/N held Jason gently rocking him and kisses his head "I-I wanted to prove that I was strong enough... I'm so fucked up all the damn time"

"shhhh you're not fucked up baby you are so strong and brave. But you have to remember that you are not alone and we are here to always protect you. It's OK that you are not always ok"

Jim came to take Joker into custody. Batman heavily breathed trying to calm down his rage. He couldn't stop the memory of holding Jason in his arms crying. He then remembered his son was still here. Bruce rushes to them seeing them in each others embrace. Bruce leans down to them sitting on the ground.

"it was too early Dad" Jason cried with a soft smile and sniffle. He didn't want Bruce to think he was mad at him, in truth he blamed himself.

"I'm sorry Jay" he kisses his small head holding his face with his palm "I'm so sorry son" he brokenly said

Bruce pulled his wife from her back side, to sit in his lap holding them both. Batman gently rubbed his son's back. Jason didn't know how much longer he'd be like this, but right now. He only wanted to be safe in their arms.

[marmot-bee-person]

Guys I had a dumb-smart fic idea last night:

There actually is a Blue Spirit, who is pissed with Zuko and decides shrinking him to 7 years old (physically, emotionally, same memories, etc) is a good punishment.

To be clear, some memories means his memories go to 7.

wait actually would it be better if he has the memories but is emotionally 7.

[flamingpudding]

Sooo I had this idea most likely inspired by a bunch of other fanfics I read...

Follow up part: 2

Ghost kid in Gotham

The Beginning

So far Danny counted two times in his live that he had died or at least sort of remembered dying.

The first time he died, he had been eight and in an horrible turn of events was forced into a fight to death with his twin. All because Danny couldn't be like his brother. He couldn't kill, he continuously nearly fails his missions if it weren't for his twin finishing of targets that were supposed to be his. The league had seen him as the black sheep of the family. He was no assassin material yet his twin brother still protected and adored him. But then their grandfather saw how he became a weakness for the true heir. All because Danny couldn't get his shit together during one mission they were sent on together. Resulting in his twin sustaining an injury.

So Danny was sentenced to death in an obvious fight the entire league knew he could nore would ever want to win. The fight had drawn out his twin at least attempting to get him to fight back to show their family that he was worth keeping by showing his skills, even if Danny couldn't kill, he could still fight excellently. But Danny didn't play along, instead he let his brother kill him with the final blow. He didn't even bother attempting to dodge.

His first death had probably been very cruel towards his brother, but at least it meant that his twin, Damien would live on.

Though he didn't expect that right before his body could grow cold forever, that their mothers still had somewhat of a heart and dunked him into the pits and revive Danny the first time. (Only later through Clockwork did Danny learn that he had been dropped in a pit of contaminated ectoplasm which probably was also the reason he even survived - well sort of survived - his second death)

He did come out as a feral kid though he barely remembered his time at the Chicago Orphanage. His former parents the Fantons had told him that he had been a feral kid the first year they had him. Apparently for the longest time Jazz had been the only one that could touch let alone get in hugging distance of Danny without getting bitten. Jack liked to show off the bite marks as lovely memories his sweet little Danno gave him the first time he hugged eight years old Danny.

The second time he died, he had been 14 and to this day he still thinks that a dare was one of the dumbest things one could die from. Of course his adopted parents weren't normal. They were ecto-scientists, studying ghosts or rather ecto-entities. And of course they were treading the line of mad-scientists with an entire lap in the basement and ecto-weaponry laying out and about throughout the entire house.

So when his parents build a portal to punch their way into another dimension that didn't work his friends just had to dare him to get in there to take a photo - or had it been a video - of it.

Who would have guests that the on batten was inside the damn thing instead of outside and that his stumbling and catching himself on the damned button would just so happen to punch open that portal with him in the middle of it all.

Let him tell you, getting electrocuted was not a fun way to day, nor is getting revived yet again by ectoplasm that was spewing out of the portal and mixing with his DNA. At least he got some cool powers from that accident and did not go feral like he did the first time round.

Danny shuddered, imaging if he had gone feral back then with Phantoms powers. Good he truly would have been the menace Amity still couldn't decide if he was or not.

Either way that were the two time he counted in his death tolls so far. Of course there were a couple of other times. Like that one time Sam made a wish. But he didn't really count them since well they didn't have any sort of big change that followed them.

But right now. He was probably close to his third accounted death. Strapped to the table. His chest pretty much sliced open and he was pretty sure that one of the tubes on the table across the room still contained his liver his Mo- Maddie had taken out and the other his arm that had been cut off by Agent K to test his healing.

Well he should have known better than to let his sister convince him that his adoptive parents would turn on him. Looks like that with their working with the GIW and him on the table they had finally broken the last bits of trust both Jazz and him had in them.

Danny had long lost the energy to plead with them, that it was still him. At least he would be a full ghost once the bloodless and missing limbs did him in. Really his human body wasn't as resistent as his ghost body. But at least staying in human form would protect his core. Really the worst that could happen was his human side dying right now.

Letting out a mute sigh Danny closed his eyes letting exhaustion take his mind into oblivion. The only sad thing was, that he never got to find out how his twin Damien was doing and if he was still with the league…

TIME OUT

When Clockwork first had set the path for this timeline he did not realize how damaging his king's parents' reaction was. As he looked at his king strapped to the table, cut open and even missing limbs, he for a brief moment regretted that he only ever watched the timelines and sent others to intervene. Rarely did he himself interfere but this time he had to. Otherwise his king would lose the part that made him the kindest among all the ghosts in the Infinit Realms.

Carefully he removed his king from the chains holding him down and took him with him. Away from the horrors he was facing and away from the Family that was supposed to preserve his king's kindness and humanity.

It looked like he had made a grave mistake but it was something that was still possible to fix. The timeline had yet to turn into a doomed one. And so Clockwork decided to take his king away and bring him to a place that would have a close amount of ectoplasm as Amity had as well as one of the strongest Spirits in existence to protect him until he was ready.

Looking down at the teen in his arms, Clockwork also decided that his king did not need the painful memories his supposed family gave him. A blue light engulfed his kind as Clockwork let his powers work. Turning the clock back only for his king. The missing limbs returned and his open wounds closed as the body in his arms shrunk.

In mere seconds the Master of time was holding his king at the age of his first death in his arms, yet the state was not the same. The scars of his second death were still present, telling that his powers as halfa were still present in his king's small bodies. With this his king would be ready to be dropped off to his next family. Hopefully Clockwork wasn't making a mistake again but keeping his king truly safe this time.

TIME IN

Lady Gothem was not impressed with the Master of Time as that old man dropped off the body of their king with little to no explanation. Last she knew her king was supposed to be a teenager, a halfa so powerful that the Infinite Realms were supposed to become a much safer place than they ever had been under any of the previous kings.

All the Master of Time had offered her was a cryptic - and honestly when was that old cogwheel not - message of protecting his king and returning him to his family. Really the next time she they meet she would not miss the chance to lecture Cronus. But for now she studied the young sleeping king in her arms, noting the similarities he held to the youngest of her knights.

Ah, so that was the family the old cogwheel meant. Well it looked that her knights were not only hers alone now but would also protect her king now. But who to bring him too, she mused. Surely her dearest among them would have no qualms taking the child in but he was currently not in their home. The little knights of other haunts have requested his help and called him away to that watchtower.

Mentally the city's spirit went through all her knights until her thoughts stopped by one in particular. The knight she was going to request help with from her king anyway. What better way was there than taking care of two problems with one action. He would surely take that child to the others as well as receive her king's help with his little contamination problem.

With her decision made, Lady Gothom made her move.

[shepherdsheart]

The Dead Tell No Tails

Things never went right for Danny and his life was proof of that. Sure some people would disagree, he had freedom, a family, a nice home, loving parents, a loving brother and a life but the key words there were ‘had’ in this sense.

Those things he had were things that were no longer in his grasp. His home was no longer his to call his own, lost when they had gotten their hands upon him and his life soon followed after when a blade met his throat. Then his freedom was taken as he was denied the right of an afterlife only to live a life of pain and suffering at their hands and command.

Eventually freedom came and Danny rejoiced in what little time he had before they would eventually reclaim him. He hesitated but he could not deny his family so he returned to the overjoyed arms of his family only for everything to fall apart soon after.

It had happened so unexpectedly, he had been home when he and their family butler had gotten the call. He remembered the rage and the green as he rushed away, desperate to get to his brother. When he arrived he could only hold his little brother as the police investigated the crime scene.

After that the green never truly faded away, always lingering as Danny focused on keeping his brother from harms way. Going so far to hunt down his hunters so that what was left of his family was safe but even then things weren’t perfect.

Eventually he would screw up and it came all to soon when he found himself holding the bleeding form of his little brother.

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The blood was flowing all to fast onto the wooden floors he knelt upon. His hands slick as he tried to put pressure on the wound that had been inflicted on his dear little brother. The young boy bellow him let out a wet wheeze as he tried his best to breath causing Danny to hold the unconscious boy even tighter as he squeezed his eyes shut.

He couldn’t lose him, he couldn’t lose his little brother! He was all the family he had left and here he was bleeding out in Danny’s arm all because Danny decided to be selfish and keep close to what little he had left.

But here he was now holding the bleeding form of his brother in what had been their own home with the body of assassins littering about the now burning room.

How he would give anything just so that his brother could live. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” The words were barely distinguishable from his sobs as he pressed his forehead onto his brothers. “This is all my fault! If I hadn’t come back you’d be ok! Alfi would be ok! I’m sorry!”

“I wish we could start over somewhere new where we can be siblings again and have a childhood together.” he whispered into the silence

“Your wish is my command. . .”

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“Why are you crying Danny? Please don’t cry, it’ll make make mommy and daddy sad to.”

The voice was that of a child, soft and gentle with a high pitch tone but Danny could remember that voice as it was ever so present throughout his childhood.

“Bruce?”

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(So a midnight idea has turned into something I cannot live without so I’m doing this I guess??? All other writing projects are now on the back burner for the time being but this is the base idea? Obviously needs a lot of work but hey it’s past midnight and my brain is half dead!)