Au of the Clone Au
Danny was a lot younger when he woke up in the labs containment chamber, lets say he's at the tail end of 14 and Tim is (still) 17. Niether is ready for a child or has any idea how to care for one.
Danny still decides to go with the alias Daniel Nightengale so that no one knows his real identity. He still has no idea who trapped him in the thermos or why but he finds himself working with one of Red Hoods gangs because no one else will hire a 14 year old and pay him enough money to raise a kid.
Also because he knew Red Hood and Batman notoriously don't get along so Red Hood could (hopefully) be convinced to give him some protection against the big bad bat if they ever got the chance to meet and he couldn't turn to charity's for help because CPS would 1000% take his baby away from him if they were contacted. So gang life it was. At least his powers made it very easy to do the jobs assigned to him with relative ease, he just had to make sure no one knew he had them.
The biggest difference in the au is that Danny stays in Gotham even after the Batman tries to intimate him into giving up custody. This unfortunately escalates to Danny running through the City of Gotham in the dead of night trying to escape the batman with his literal infant after the Dark Knight tried to take him by force from thier crappy abandoned apartment.
He somehow winds up in Red Hoods territory and the vigilante was very confused as to why this terrified teenager was blubbering and begging him not to take away his baby. Needless to say he and Batman get into an actual brawl once he hears the whole story. Turns out Batman didn't tell anyone Red Robin had a clone baby and was just planning to show up one day with the baby and raise it as thier newest brother.
Jason wasn't about the let that happen and opened com links to everyone else and ratted thier dad out. He had noticed the teenager had escaped with the baby but he didn't care about that at the moment. He needed to beat up his dad.
Red Robin did eventually track Danny down that night and cornered him in an alleyway. He winced at the look of terror on the others face. He didn't think he had ever seen someone so scared of him before. He approached with his hands raised in surrender, speaking softly about how he just wanted to see his son. How he would have loved to meet them both under better circumstances and he had no plans of taking the baby away from thier parent (he wasn't going to mention that the other bats were already referring to the other teenager as the "mother")
This miiight escalate into a global game of "Where's Waldo" with the entirety of the Justice League and its affiliates searching for him. But if there's one thing Danny is good at, its hiding in plain sight.
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just watched the 2023 vegas gp and holy shit it might be one of my fave races ever?
like charles staying in the top 3 essentially the whole time, being race leader for like 20 laps AND stealing p2 at the last minute - also doing it as a one stop like the tyre whispering legend he is.
max serving a 5 second penalty being stuck below podium places for so long, losing part of his car AND still coming first, absolutely legendary
also like shoutout to george who raced an amazing race (like he got fucked with his penalty but had that not happened he genuinely did amazing)
also oscar and checo both did so well too like
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Or, alternate funny version to the previous: any combination of Uchiha watching Tobirama fight and discussing their observations (gossiping/oogling shamelessly), after peace exists and they SHOULD technically probably help him, but... Tobirama can clearly handle it, no need to get in his way
I once read that a drabble is 200 words or less. I will never beat those allegations.
The ability to share memories with the sharingan really isn't meant to be used this way, but that's never actually stopped anyone.
"I swear to you," Says Madara with a snicker, "He slapped himself in the face with a water whip. Acted like it never happened, but I saw it."
The scene is a bit more endearing than that, when Madara shows it. Tobirama is sparring with his students and one of them can't quite dodge in time. That jutsu can break skin and cut through muscle if it hits right, but rather than hurt one of his students that badly, Tobirama jerks it back. He breaking the whip's momentum but loses a good portion of control and, indeed, slaps himself in the fact with it. He looks rather akin to a wet cat.
Madara and Izuna both break out into another fit of laughter, but Hikaku just shakes his head fondly.
"I've seen him do that on purpose, actually." He says after the laughter has died down a bit. It's not exactly the same -- the memory he calls up had been recorded on accident. It had been in those early days of peace, when seeing Tobirama move water about had made him call up the sharingan on instinct, back when they'd be so concerned that he'd break peace that he wasn't allowed to go off on missions alone.
I'd been rather rote mission -- dealing with bandits who had thought they could take advanced of the disorganization of a new village. It had had been hot, the summer temperatures soaring high and uncomfortable, and they'd both been sweat soaked and sticky by the end of it.
"Excuse me" Tobirama had said the moment he'd cause sight of a source of water. He'd let himself jump in ankle deep instead of standing on top, raised an arm, and proceeded to dump an honestly excessive amount of water over himself. Of course, his mastery over water let him pull water out of his clothes until he was just the right amount of damp without any effort-- Hikaku had been and still is jealous over it -- and even back then, eyes lingered on where wet clothes stuck to well-defined muscle.
Thankfully no one comments. The sharingan's tendency to show the exactly what was seen means they've all shared unintentionally embarrassing moments. Plus, Hikaku knows he's not the only one who's done that exact thing.
"Oh, sensei will do that for us, if we ask!" Chimes in Kagami, thankfully too young and oblivious to understand why his cousins are giving Hikaku the side eye. He launches into a memory of his team begging and pleading to be allowed to train on the water on another hot day. His sensei had crossed his arms, unimpressed, and said he knew that the lot of them had all mastered water walking already…
…But that if the lot of them managed to prove they could do their D-rank mission without complaining, he would think of a way to cool them all off. In Kagami's young memory, the cool mist Tobirama had raised from the pond of the garden they'd been weeding had been the most refreshing thing he'd ever felt.
"…He's too soft on you." Madara says, without any real heat.
"He's something." Izuna responds dryly. "Sometimes I forget, none of you have ever seen what it's like when he really wants to get something done."
Without warning, Izuna calls up the memory of a fight. No… A spar, but a bloodthirsty one. Probably one of the first ones they'd had since they were allowed to again, after peace was called. A mixture of pent up frustration and the fact that they were no longer supposed to kill each other had both of them showing off -- Izuna was prone to do it, regardless, but this was the first time he'd seen Tobirama opt for techniques that were more flashy than practical. A water dragon with mutliple heads split apart into multiple, chasing Izuna through the trees, each one eating one of the multi-fireballs Izuna hurls out to counter them.
Tobirama did not hesitate, leaping out from the steam and twisting his fingers. The droplets of water in the air shimmered and twisted until everything was an indistinct haze.
Not that it stops a sharingan. But something about the scene -- the way the light hit the mist, haloing Tobirama with a sort of rainbow -- or maybe the way he's smirking -- makes Izuna pause.
Oh, he thinks.
Oh, thinks everyone else.
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