#p: bruce/danny

[versias]

So there's a story in Batman: The Brave and The Bold (2023) was "The Tattoo" by Simone di Meo (letters by Carlos Mangual) where Bruce hallucinates having tattoos on his body that represent his rogues and freaks the fuck out about it and that reminded me of soulmate AUs so like

Soulmate!AU, Spirit Halloween: DC doesn't have soulmates but DP does

Bruce woke up with a tattoo.

He didn't know this, of course, because he practically sleep-walked through his morning (okay, afternoon) shower and barely glanced at the mirror while shaving. He pulled on his robe and stumbled into the kitchen for breakfast.

Alfred didn't turn from where he was preparing some kind of puff pastry, but did say, "One moment, Master Bruce, and I will attend you."

Bruce poured himself a coffee and then slumped into the barstool seat at the counter, content to wait for Alfred to finish. He leaned his cheek against his hand and sipped. He must have dozed for a moment because he woke up to Alfred's disgruntled shock.

"Good Lord, Master Bruce, what on earth possessed you to get a tattoo of all things?"

Bruce's eyes shot open, finding his faithful butler's gaze, and following it down to where it landed on his chest. There, above the pectoral muscle, was a mess of black and green and white. He studied it, upside down, trying to make sense of the lines. Some kind of glass sphere depicted in white, outlined in a radioactive green, with points of black in various sizes. Stars? He didn't recognize the configuration. Not a constellation.

Not one from Earth anyway.

"I... didn't."

"You clearly do," Alfred countered.

Bruce nodded, conceding the fact.

Bruce has never gotten a tattoo. He definitely didn't have one before he went to sleep. Neither did he have the opportunity to acquire one in the night. With a calm he didn't quite feel, he stood from the table and made his way down to the Cave, to check the security.

No alerts triggered. He checked the security cameras (Yes, he has cameras in his bedroom. Of course he does) and there was no indication of when it was tattooed on him. He slept like a rock for four hours and then woke up, trudging to the ensuite.

It must have just. Appeared.

It could have been some kind of slow acting chemical agent, he supposed, picked up from one of the criminals he'd encountered in the night. For what purpose and to what end, he didn't know, and it would have had to make it through the armor on the suit.

Unlikely. Not impossible, but unlikely.

He pulled up a contact on his phone. Tapped it. Call went to voicemail.

"Hey Z! It's Bruce! Say, it's been a while since we chatted. If you've got the time, would you like to meet up? Maybe for something to eat? My treat, of course!"

[starry-bi-sky]

bruce and danny being fuckign nerds together,,,, they are being the BIGGEST nerds. geeks. if you will

these losers are color-coding the most inane bullshit. they are making diagrams for things you've never even thought of. they are having the time of their lives

"what are you two doing?"

Danny, sitting criss-cross on a table, hunched over a spread of papers and a bunch of different jello cups, his back is gonna hurt SO much: color-coding jello

Bruce, sitting in a nearby chair, also criss-cross, scribbling on a graph paper: hm [agreeing]

Alfred, already exasperated and SO fond: may i ask why? and on what parameters?

Danny: we're basing it off which flavors are the most mentally stimulating and for which subjects :}

Alfred, SO fond: ah. i see.

Danny, snapping his head over to Bruce and leaning over: wh- no-- no. Buzz, I told you: lemon-flavored jello stays strictly in the 'smelling salts' category--

Bruce, still writing on the graph paper: mn. no.

Danny, nearly sprawled across his back, faux-outraged: strawberry is NOT good for math-- you fucken HEATHEN--! Give me that pen!

Bruce, did that solely to rile up Danny, now trying not to smile: hnm.

[flwrkid14]

Tim Drake’s Coworkers (ft. The Fenton Family)

It’s not that Tim doesn’t like the Batfamily. He tolerates them just fine. Damian is great for sparring (if you like sparring with a tiny murder machine), and Jason’s brand of dark humor isn’t too bad once you get used to it. Dick’s a bit too much sometimes, but overall? Fine. Totally fine.

But the thing is… they’re just his coworkers.

And it never really clicks for the Bats until Danny Phantom joins the Justice League and everything starts unraveling.

———

The revelation comes during a League meeting. They’re strategizing about some ghost-related chaos, and Danny floats into the Watchtower, bright and glowing.

“Oh, hey, Tim,” Danny greets casually, giving him a little wave.

Tim doesn’t even look up from his tablet. “Sup.”

Superman looks between them, confused. “…you two know each other?”

Danny grins. “yeah, he’s my brother.”

Dead silence.

“WHAT?!” Bruce’s bellow shakes the entire room.

Tim finally looks up, unfazed. “What? Did you think I just spawned into existence?”

“You have a brother?!” Clark sputters.

“Two siblings, actually,” Tim corrects, utterly nonchalant. “Danny’s the younger one. Jazz is the older one. She’s great. Super organized. Kept me alive in middle school.”

Bruce’s eye twitches. “Why—why am I only learning this now?”

Tim shrugs. “It didn’t seem relevant.”

“Relevant?” Diana repeats, incredulous. “You’re the brother of Danny Phantom and it’s not relevant?”

Danny, who’s been munching on some ectoplasm candy, jumps in: “Honestly, Tim’s always been kind of private about his personal life. We just figured it was his way of coping with the whole ‘raised-by-rich-neglectful-aunt’ thing.”

“Yeah, about that,” Tim interjects, glaring at Danny. “Thanks so much for dumping me with Aunt Janet, by the way.”

Danny shrugs sheepishly. “Mom and Dad panicked! They thought you’d get ghost-napped next!”

“Uh, correction: Aunt Janet left me to raise myself, so that plan was awesome.”

Bruce, trying to keep up, interrupts: “Hold on. Your parents left you with Janet Drake?”

“They didn’t know she sucked at raising kids,” Tim deadpans. “And to be fair, they did call. A lot. I just didn’t pick up.”

Jason, who has been cackling this entire time, leans forward. “Wait, wait, wait—so you’re telling me that the Replacement’s entire family is a bunch of ghost hunters?”

“Yup.” Danny pops the “p” with a grin.

“You’re kidding me,” Steph says, borderline hysterical.

Tim sighs, clearly over it. “Look, it’s not a big deal. Jazz keeps the parents in check, Danny handles the ghost stuff, and I… stay out of the way. It’s fine.”

“FINE?” Damian glares. “Drake, you’ve been fraternizing with ghost hunters while working with a vigilante group, and you think that’s fine?”

Tim raises an eyebrow. “Dami, chill. It’s not like it affects work. You’re my coworkers. They’re my family. Separate categories.”

Cue collective Batfamily malfunction.

———

Later, Danny is chilling in the Batcave, feet kicked up on the Batcomputer, chatting with Alfred. The rest of the Bats are still spiraling.

“Tim, we’ve lived together for years!” Dick exclaims, sounding genuinely hurt. “How are we only your coworkers?”

“You’re not my family,” Tim explains, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Danny and Jazz are my family. You guys are my teammates. It’s different.”

Jason throws his head back, laughing. “Oh my god, Replacement, you’re stone cold.”

“I’m not cold,” Tim argues. “I just don’t think we need to make it more complicated than it is. We work together. That’s enough.”

Meanwhile, Danny is wiping tears of laughter off his face. “Oh man. Jazz is gonna love this.”

[on-the-clear-blue]

Danny, staring up at Tim, who currently Robin: okay...so this isn't what it looks like.

Tim, giving dead pan glare: so you arnt breaking into Drake Manor?

Danny, shoulders dropping: okay yeah it's totally what it looks like...but not because you think!

Tim, sighing slightly: so you arnt homeless and thought that since Timothy Drake was recently adopted by Bruce Wanye, and both of his parents are dead you can just move in and live here?

Danny, blinking owlishly: I mean, yeah? I mean, not homeless, and I didn't even know that dude got adopted, like good for him, hope that he is safe and shiz, sucks that he parents died and all but not here to squat dude.

Tim, raising a single eyebrow: then why pray tell are you here?

Danny, kicking at the ground a bit: so like...ugh, so I might be um like...a...fudge what's the word...ah! Psychopomp? Like I am a dude that helps like people's ghosts pass and like keeps em happy.

Tim, squinting behind his mask: the only person that died here is Jack Drake and I assure you, his soul would not be happy going to where he deserves to be.

Danny, holding up his hands: wow lot of misplaced aggression there boy wonder...no I ain't here for him, like him and his wife did like...so much tomb raiding they would make the Victorians jelly. I am here cus they stole some dudes shit and he wants it back...like yesterday.

Tim, tilting his head: so you are here to steal an artifact.

Danny, popping the P sound: Yup, something about some guys clay tablet, he liked keeping his hate mail for some reason, said this one was about how he shorted some dudes iron? Or was it copper... my Mesopotamian isn't the best.

Tim, eyes widening, because he knows *exactly* which tablet he is talking about: Oh...yeah no bro, you seem chill but I really can't let you have that so why don't you just like...walk away and I won't be forced to do something kay?

Danny, frowning: Sames dude, up until that .y guy cus like...I *really* wasn't asking...

Tim, sighing as he extends his bo staff: Try and just like, not hold a grude yeah? Don't need a new villain...

Danny, pulling out an ecto gun and turning it on: I don't know man...I feel like we have good banter.

(They fight, Tim is still training so he is a bit sloppy, and Danny isn't shooting to kill, so it's more of them playing cat and mouse throughout Drake Manor, it ends with Danny stealing the tablet but having to leave the ecto gun, which gets broken when he escapes)

Tim, panting as he watches Danny flee: Fuck...is this what B feels after fighting Catwoman?

---

Bruce, rubbing his temples as Tim explains why he was late for training: You tried to apprehend an unknown, with a weapon of an unknown source and power...in the home of your secret identity?

Tim, looking properly chastised: God...yes that happened...he wasn't that bad honestly...was pretty witty.

Bruce developing a twitch in his eye: No.

Tim: No? No what.

Bruce, glaring hard at his adopted son: No falling in love with a villain.

Tim, looking scandalized now: Oh? What is this? Hypocrisy thy name is Bruce Wayne!

Bruce's glare turns into a batglare: Ten laps around the cave and fifty bo staff katas...no villains!

---

Danny becomes Tim's rogue, but not really, most of their battles are more each other showing off their new gear/moves they learned.

Danny also is only using tech that his parents made and he upgraded since he really doesn't want to go ghost in front of *Robin*, who is totally not his crush, and the only reason why he won't is because batman would 100% be on his ass.

Danny, pulling a massive creep stick with a nail driven through it out of seemingly nowhere: The new and approved Creep Stick! This time with nail to add tetnus damage!

Tim, watching as 'The Inventor' escapes once more: I hate seeing him leave but by God do I love watching him go...Damn should have turned on the camera just so I can see it again.

Barbara chiming in: Keep the main line PG Robin.

Batman, through coms: Hn...we shall be having words when we get back to the cave

Tim, sipping a soup that The Occultist made: "So like...why were you even here?

---

When the Titans tower incident occurs, Tim could only watch in awe as the Inventor, not only comes in from the ceiling with a literal metal chair, and then continues to beat up the guy with a bad Robin cosplay.

Danny, panting as he holds up the chair again: Back I say! Back! My blorbo!

Jason, seething as he actually hisses at this random teen that appeared out of nowhere, scurrying away while cradling his broken arm: You shall rue the day! Jason Todd was here bitches!

Tim, staring up at Danny, face a bloody mess and an adoring look in his eyes: omg he stalks me, this is must what the other guys felt when I did it!

They don't really start dating, it's much more Danny breaking into Tim's house and just not leaving.

Tim, watching as his "arch enemy" is sprawled across his couch, bucket of ice cream in one hand, spoon in another, phone balanced between his ear and shoulder, pants and socks tossed haphazardly across the living room and just chilling in his boxers: Now wait a damn minute.

Danny, pausing while looking up from his ice cream (which is actually Tim's, since the boy is rich and buys the good shit), pointing his spoon accusatorily at Tim: Your fucking late Mister! Drag race started half an hour ago and we agreed to watch it together!

Tim, blushing under the Robin mask: Sorry case got good and- wait wait wait, when did we agree to watch drag race together?

Danny, rolling his eyes: when I made breakfast this morning? I even gave you extra strong coffee for your solem swearing that you would be here.

Tim, thinking back to earlier: I just...remember a bright white orb giving me a mug and a plate of food...

Danny, scoffing: this is why I need to drug you to get to sleep more often. Now take off your gear and get over here, they about to choose who shall sashay away!

Tim, nodding slowly: Hope it is that one queen from last episode, that lio sink didn't have any- wait! Ugh you keep distracting me! When did you fucking move in? I don't even know your name!

Danny with a spoon just an inch away from his mouth: Jazz? Yeah I uhh...I gotta call you back...(clicks hang up on his phone) Your joking right? For the shits and gigs?

Tim, shaking his head slowly: No shits, not a single gig my dude, 100% honest.

Danny, who had just arrived this morning since his parents are renovating because Fenton HQ is a glaring OSHA violation, but also who's middle names are "commit to the bit" and "Gaslight GateKeep Girl boss" : Babe we have been dating for like, *months*...d-do ou really not remember?

Tim, existential crisis made manifest: Oh no...I have been mind wiped.

Danny, astounded that worked: Baby I am so sorry...

They "date" for like a week before Danny starts feeling bad that he tricked Tim (who he finally got to see maskless, he had to stop his heart to not show any outward reaction to that, cus like hell he is cute) and wants to come clean but he honestly never had seen Tim more happy nor more healthy.

Danny, sitting across Bruce at the Manor: S-So um...like yeah we um...met at a science convention? My um...my parents were show casing stuff and like...we met there?

Bruce, eyes narrowing because that sounded like a lie: Hn.

Dick, happy that Tim finally felt comfortable to bring his "boyfriend" to dinner: B stop glaring! Your going to scare off Timmy's Bf! God you weren't this bad when I brought over Roy that one time.

Bruce doesn't stop glaring, and it's making Danny even more nervous: Um I uh...need to use the bathroom one sec...

Tim moves to guide him but Alfred waves him to sit down: You really must eat Master Timothy, I did make your favorite today. I shall guide Mister Fenton to the lavatory.

Alfred does indeed lead Danny from the dining room, but the second they are far enough the old butler suddenly has a shotgun in hand, skin suddenly a pale blue and objects around the parlor turning green and floating: While they do try and see the best in others, I do not Phantom, now I must ask you to kindly leave and never contact Master Timothy every again. I shall not let my charge fall for such as the likes of you.

Danny blinking at how he was addressed, a sudden ghostly blue mist escaping his mouth: Oh shit.

They have a ghost fight, all while comically popping in and out of the dining room, making excuses for whyvthe other is gone.

It ends when Tim, finally fed up with why his boyfriend is taking so long opens the door only to see him duking it out with Alfred, fully gone ghost and was loosing.

Such leads to confessions of lies, real feeling and why Alfred has been able to be a spry 60 even though he fought in WWI and it is very much the mid 2010s.

(Danny and Tim do end up together, this time with no lies about a mind wipe, and get Kon and Bart to join their polycule later on)

[tiny-space-platypus]

Everyone sees Danny looks like Tim but I raise you Adult buff as shit, tall as shit, Fenton genetics™, Danny looks like Jason even down to the white tuffs which lead to the most horrified reactions from the Bat family to find a very smiley very well rounded and absolutely no violence Jason just about.

Like,

Dick out and about doing normal daily life shit suddenly sees his brother baby brother 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺. Not dressed how he normally scrolling on his phone. There's a part of Dick that wanted to run up and tackle his brother into a hug because OH DEAR LORD HIS SWEET BABY IS SMILING. He hasn't seen him so happy in so long. Dick snaps a photo and moves on.

Tim heads to his normal coffee before heading into the office. He picks up the coffee (he technically isn't supposed to have) only to stop dead where he is when he sees Jason not only outside of Crime Alley, not only drinking coffee, but tinkering with a little device 𝙞𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙘. Tim walks over to and sits down in the seat across from Jason. Work can fucking wait, what in God's name is his brother doing in his coffee shop tinkering like a mad man. Tim kicked him pretty hard under the table causing the man to jump and look at Tim which was a weird as fuck reaction for Jason. Till was about to say something when the other man spoke first. "Can I help you?" That- That wasn't Jason's voice. Tim looked at the man in front of him surprised as he looked at the scars on the muscular fake brother. Time then stammered as he took in this man's scars which he had plenty of but taking a closer look they weren't Jason's either. "I- um sorry. I thought you were my brother-" The man just laughed warmly and smiled which was so unnerving from a face that looked almost identical to his brothers. "It's fine man, don't worry about it" Tim put a tracker on him just in case.

That night in the group chat.

Dick: (sends photo of Jason smiling) HE'S SMILING :DDDD

Tim: Is the world ending????

Bruce: (saving the photo of his smiling son)

Jason: THAT'S NOT FUCKING ME. I was in Crime Alley all day but that's creepy.

Babs: Can confirm Jay was in the alley all day.

Bruce: (sad dad deleting photo of fake son)

Part 2

[celestialgalaxyglow]

Batfam and Danny, Part 5

The following morning on the roof of Jason and Danny's apartment.

Jason: Good job patrolling yesterday kid.

Danny: Thanks dad.

A massive light engulfed the area and a massive creature appeared before them.  

Jason (too tired to care): Friend of yours? 

Danny: That’s Cthulhu. 

Jason (the literature major): As in Lovecraft?  

Danny: Yeah, but he misrepresented Cthulhu greatly in his books. For his slander H. P. Lovecraft is in the Realms of Infinite Punishment.  

Jason: I see.

Danny (looking at Cthulhu): Hi C! 

Cthulhu (bowing): Greets my Lord.  

Danny: Need something?  

Cthulhu: Whilst wondering the Lands of Nightmares and Infinite Darkness I came across this... I want to say it’s a cat. I believe you will like it.  

He handed Danny the “cat.” The creature had six legs, and fur as black as the void glowing with glittering stardust.  

Danny: It’s so cute! Thank you, C!  

Cthulhu: Anything for you, my Lord.  

Cthulhu vanished.  

Jason: Danny, you are my son, and I love you, but sometimes you frighten me.  

Danny: I think Bruce feels the same about you.  

Jason: Well, yes, but that’s beside the point. He looks at the “cat” in Danny’s arms. So, what is that?  

Danny: No idea, but he’s mine now. I’ll call him Shadow.  

The “cat” meowed.  

Danny (walking away): You will be my greatest warrior.  

Jason (smiling): I love my strange little son.

Later in the apartment.

Jason: Hey Danny, I've been thinking about something.

Danny: What is it?

Jason: You're a king.

Danny: I am.

Jason: If you're here, who's ruling your kingdom?

Danny: I have a regent.

Jason: Who?

Danny: Would you like to meet him?

Jason: Sure?

Danny: Vlad!

Vlad appeared in the living from a burst of green fire.

Vlad: You summoned Danny?

Danny: Dad, this is Vladimir Plasmius, my regent and former archenemy. Vlad this is my dad, Jason.

Vlad (bowing): It is an honor to make your acquittance Your Imperial Lordship.

Jason: "Your Imperial Lordship?"

Vlad (looking at Danny): You didn't tell him?

Jason: Tell me what?

Danny: I granted you a title. Danny summoned a scroll and handed to Jason.

-----

Hereby decreed by his Imperial and Royal Chthonic Majesty:

By our royal authority we hereby grant Jason Todd-Wayne the following title:

His Imperial Lordship, Jason, the King's Father.

Signed, Danny Rex-Imperator, Supreme King of the Infinite Realms, High King of the Ghost Zone, King of all Ghosts, First among the Eldritch Ones.

-----

Jason (tearing up): "The King's Father."

Danny: Well you are my dad.

Jason (ran up to Danny and hugged him): I love you son.

Danny: Dad! Not in front of my regent!

Vlad (smiling): Good to see you found someone to care for you Danny. He looked at Jason. You have proven yourself worthy of the title of the King's father, Lord Jason.

Jason: I try my best.

Vlad: So I see. He adjusted his suit. But if that be all I shall make my way back to the Infinite Realms. Good bye your Lordships. Vlad vanished.

Jason (looking at Danny): I love you kid.

Danny: Love you too dad.

A few hours later.

Jason (cooking lunch): Danny...

Danny (setting the table): Yes?

Jason: Why did we not get any messages from Bruce or the others about a massive eldritch creature appearing in the middle of Gotham in broad daylight?

Danny: Cthulhu was hiding himself, we only saw him because we are in some way connected to the Infinite Realms.

Jason: Ah.

Danny: Good thing honestly, Bruce would have had a heart attack.

Jason (laughing): Yeah he would have. Jason went back to cooking lunch.

Danny: You're going to tell him later aren't you?

Jason (smiling): Oh 100%!

A while later while cleaning the plates.

Jason: Danny I have an idea, and I want you to tell me if it's crazy.

Danny: Hit me.

Jason: I want to apply to grad school, so I can latter go for a doctorate, so can be a doctor just to spite Bruce.

Danny (laughing): That would be hilarious! But do you like your field that much?

Jason: Yes, I love literature!

Danny: Go for it then.

Jason: It's settled then, I'm applying to graduate school!

Meanwhile at Wayne Manor. Bruce Sneezes.

Alfred: Bless you Master Bruce.

Bruce: One of my kids is doing something overly dramatic just to spite me...

(Master Post)

[clockwayswrites]

City Pigeons Bleed Green, p 28

Masterpost

The world tilted sideways as Danny let himself bump into a stalactite. He was drifting idly around the ceiling of the Batcave. Ostensibly, he was was down there to keep Bruce (who was benched with a badly sprained wrist) company. Really, Danny just liked the excuse to be on the comms and get to talk to everyone.

He still didn’t want to get out there himself.

Danny had been waiting for the other shoe to drop. For Bruce or Dick or Damian to make some comment about Danny starting to train or would he maybe just like to tag along… but nothing had happened. He had even had to ask himself to spend time Bruce downstairs while he was benched. He was starting to believe that they really wouldn’t try to talk him into being a hero.

(He even had been changing into his ghost form more often to test it.)

“It will be May in a few weeks,” Bruce commented out of no where.

It was a slow night.

“Yeah?” Danny pushed at the rock to drift down towards his dad. “Does May mean something special?”

Bruce leaned back so that he could look up at Danny. “Mostly for Damian and Duke, though I suppose Tim and Steph will also be grateful. It’s the end of the semester.”

“Oh! Yeah, school. I guess I… sorta forgot about school,” Danny said. Which was stupid. He knew that Duke and Damian went and that Tim and Steph were in college.

Bruce just smiled softly. “I figured that maybe you had. I’m bringing it up because we should think what you’re going to do about schooling in the fall.”

Danny didn’t know what to say to that. “What… do you think I should be doing?”

“Getting an education,” Bruce said, unhelpfully. “If you don’t feel like you’re ready to be back in a traditional school, I am sure that we can find an online home schooling option that is decent enough. If you are feeling up to going out each day, I think there is an easy argument to be made to put you in the same year as Damian.”

Danny drifted down to float over the console. “Oh, yeah, I bet we could.”

Officially, Danny’s birthday was now almost a year earlier to match when Annalise’s child would have been born. It also made it… easier to ignore the time he had missed by being in the box. The change had put him and Damian pretty close in age, which had been something the dubiously titled news had loved to focus on after Danny’s existence had been announced. Danny felt sorry for what Bruce had been put through because of him.

From Danny’s end, the announcement had been been almost anticlimactic. He hadn’t even had to go to the press conference. Bruce, Tim, and Babs had really handled everything, though Babs didn’t attend the press conference in any form. That had mostly been Bruce with Tim there for moral support. Danny’s injury and past isolation had been an easy excuse for him to not appear.

Tim had taken some pictures of Danny to release too. He had said that it would give less value to what the paparazzi could get if there were already pictures of Danny out there. It had been unexpectedly hard for Danny to deal with the pictures. He’d changed so much from who he had used to be. And Danny knew, intellectually, that it was good that he had; it would make him harder to identify. But Danny hadn’t expected to feel another wave of mourning for who he had been.

The scars were whole thing too.

Absently, Danny traced his finger over the clinical scar that ran along his jaw. His hair, still long even after being trimmed, brushed against his fingers. He wore it up sometimes, pulled back into a tiny ponytail, but it was nice to have it down. It gave him something to hide behind. Duke mentioned giving Danny an undercut if he wanted, but it was something Danny was having to consider. It was nice to be able to make his own choices again.

“Danny.”

Danny shook his head a little to clear it. “Yeah?”

“Damian would look after you, you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” Danny said with a little smile. While he wasn’t outright bragging about it (yet), it had become a point of pride that he was Damian’s favorite brother. He didn’t try to claim favorite sibling, Cass was around, after all. She might get Damian in a headlock more often than a hug, but Danny could see how much Damian respected her. “It’s still scary though.”

“It’s alright that it is. Homeschooling is an option.”

“I know, you said.” Danny sighed and set the tips of his toes on the ground. “But… I think… I think that maybe getting back out around people is a good idea, even if it’s scary.”

Bruce smiled in that small little way of his that Danny was starting to learn meant that Bruce was proud. “I’ll get in contact with the school then and get you registered for next year. I’ll try to put you in as many of Damian’s classes as possible, but I want you to be sure to choose the electives that you want to take, not just what Damian is taking.”

“Okay, yeah, that makes sense,” Danny agreed. Besides, he knew that both of them liked art so maybe at least one of them would still be the same.

“Good. Now, the thought for summer was that we’d start out a vacation in Kansas.”

Danny’s nose wrinkled up at that. “Why? What’s in Kansas?”

“The Kent family farm.”

Danny almost spun himself around scrambling more upright. Jon had talked loads about the farm and his grandparents when he had visited with his dad and older brother. “Oh! Really? They’re… they have that sorta room?”

“Not for the whole family. To start, it will be you, Damian, and myself. Tim will join us with Kon, Duke, and Cass a bit later,” Bruce explained. “Then Cass will continue on with you and I to Arkansas, where Jason and Dick will meet us.”

If Danny’s heart had been beating, it would have skipped several thumps. “Arkansas? I can… I get to go see Jazz?”

“We think that everything will be safe enough by then. Dick has been working hard with the Titans to make a plan for the GIW, and the Justice League is ready when we’re needed. You’ll be able to see Jazz.”

Danny slipped out of the air and landed on the edge of the console with a flash of light as he transformed. He practically leapt as soon as he hit the floor and threw himself at Bruce for a hug. It wasn’t surprising anymore that Bruce caught him.

“I’m sorry that it’s taking awhile,” Bruce said.

“No, don’t be. I know why it had to,” Danny assured Bruce as he just let himself relax into the hug. “I’m just so happy that I can see her again and let her know that I’m okay.”

Bruce’s hand rested on top of Danny’s head. “And I am so glad that you are. I’ll make sure to work out all the details. We still need to stay quiet about it, but with Barbara’s work, we can set up a secure way for you two to talk even if right now you won’t be able to visit too often. When things are more settled, we can set up an excuse for why she knows one of your siblings so she can visit same as Stephanie and Barbara and various Titans do.”

“You think we can?”

“I’m sure we can. We’ll rope Lois and Clark into if it we need to. Or Diana—Wonder Woman. She’s been pouting that she hasn’t been able to meet my newest child yet.”

“What?” Danny squeaked and then quickly cleared his throat. “Wonder Woman wants to meet me?”

Bruce chuckled. “Very much so. We may even have to invite her over for some evening for dinner. Or maybe for a cookout in the backyard along with the Kents. Perhaps even the Flash family? They’re close with Dick and Tim both, and they certainly make things lively.”

“Yeah, that sounds great. Whoever people want,” Danny said.

“Are you sure?”

Danny pulled back to sit against the console again and nodded. “If they’re that close to you guys, I know they’re good people. I like when the Kents visited. Jon’s real nice, even if I think Damian didn’t like having to share him. It would be nice to meet some other people. I’ve got to get used to it again anyways, being around people I mean.”

Bruce gave that proud little smile again. “I’ll talk our potential guests then and the other kids. We’ll set up a nice day here in May.”

“And then Kansas in the sumer.”

Bruce hummed in agreement.

Danny glanced away and out onto the Cave. He ran his fingers over his scars on the opposite hand. “I… um, is there maybe somewhere we can stop on the way?”

“It might have to be it’s own trip, but if there is somewhere you want to go, we can figure it out. Where is it you want to go?”

“I want to stop by Annalise’ gave, if she has one I mean.”

“She does,” Bruce said, his words softer than they had been. “Old family lines with money tend to. Would you like to go soon? I believe that we could make it a day trip, though it would be a long day.”

“Would that be okay?” Danny had wanted to visit since he had agreed with his new back story. The urge had only gotten stronger what with the considering and mentions of his new age and birthday.

“Of course. We can go during the week even; it will be quieter to travel then. I’ll check on what might be the best day tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” Danny said gratefully as the tension went out of him in a whoosh.

“Of course, chum, of course.”

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AN: This chapter is going to be a lot of Danny & Bruce bonding it turns out! I think there were be the other part of this one and then one more chapter.

[froginmygarden]

Got a little brain worm on the way home and have a need to write it down. Just a drabble because I'm not good at writing.

DC x DP Just a (clone) couple

Joung Adult!Team Phantom for some reason end up in the DC universe. For reasons, there aren't any equivalents of them here. Danny and Sam are together and Danny and Dani have a familiar relationship. Whatever the reasons they stay in this universe.

So Sam, Danny and Dani start making a life together as a family, Tucker goes on to make a "small business" involving VPN's and tech in general (finds an anthropomorphic girlfriend on the way or something), Jazz goes to uni (JL members city of choice, although I advise against Gotham or Metropolis, because that would make this too short).

For some MORE reasons unknown, although they might be by the making of our favourite clock-man, the DP people's DNA has by default markings of being clones in DC (I don't know if this is canon or fanon but Connor had something like that ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭). The thing is here Jack = Bruce, Maddy = Alexander and Jeremy = Clark, Pamela = Lois! Do you see my vision here??

So *JL member from the perspective city* meets the Fenton/Manson/Nightingale?? family accidentally when they are visiting Jazz, and has a sweet deja vu moment. Some time passes and the off handedly mention it to someone in the JL.

Batman being the paranoid bastard that he is goes on to check this thing out, because he can smell the fish from a mile away. Thinks the couple are clones, gets very paranoid again and starts making plans, plans get found by his kids, kids tell the JL and friends. So starts the collective discussions of what should they do, some say that they should get rid of the clones, some others that they don't have proof for anything nefarious and shouldn't do anything at all, someone points out that they have literally showed up out of nowhere and that it is reasonable to be suspicious. And Connor is also there.

Meanwhile Team Phantom is going about their lives like normal, but with a "I know that you know" mindset, and don't really bother with hiding themselves.

In my opinion the part that has to be the most glaringly noticeable about them should be that Danny (Batman's clone apparently) should wear a lot of flannel and have a "Midwestern Nice" personality" (the stuff of legends I have only heard about in passing) and over all should resemble Clark in fashion sense. For Sam (Superman's clone apparently) the exact opposite - she can put the GOTH in Gotham.

And all JL angst/drama/confusion happens in the background as we follow Connor Kent's/Superboy's POV and him dealing with having two half siblings and the half siblings being together and them having a child and this is too much for him oooooooooo noooooooo nononoonononoonononononno what in the sweeet home Alabama whhhhhyyyyyyyy!??!

So it's like a metronome tick's between the POVs of fluffy new life/potential threat to the JL I mean the child of Bruce/Lex and child Clark/Luis having potential super-smart, super-powered (potentially evil??) children. But overall it's crack.

Maybe I'll plan it out and actually try to write it, but meanwhile you can enjoy my half-ill/fever induced brain worms and play in the brown dirt puddle I call my creative thinking.

To who ever finished reading this

Good night! ;P

[ghostbsuter]

The house of Nightingale & Constantine ( P. 1 )

> next part

.・゜-: ✧ :-

You know, when Batman reassured him (was it tho? His way of using words is a bit... confusing.) of bringing in a third person for their common problem, Phantom, Danny, didn't press nor worry.

He regrets it now, just a little bit.

—

Dick liked Danny.

The small guy has been an absolute delight!

(He isn't grinning when he and Damian duke it out, doesnt watch fondly when Danny and Jason exchange the most weirdest ways of insulting someone or when He and Steph gossip, Cass sitting behind him with her hands in his hair.)

(He can see from the corner of his eye the way Tim hides a grin behind his hand, texting Danny someone rapidly and their Guest laughing at random times, the way even Duke, despite wearing the sunglasses, seems to warm up pretty quickly to their new brother friend.)

(It's doesn't help that he has black hair and blue eyes either.)

Danny has been living with them for some time now, temporarily as it may be, and grew on them all pretty quickly.

Bruce told them when Constantine arrived at the cave, seemingly irritated for unknown reasons, and they all were ushered to the elevator.

There is no noise as they arrive, Danny few feet off the ground and engaged on a hot topic with Steph as they go down the stairs.

The moment Constantine is in sight however, has their resident ghost snapping out of the conversation and zooming in on the man from afar.

It's kind of funny? The way his black hair fluffs up like in a Ghibli Movie, the way his eyes narrow to slits, glowing a faint green.

Many shout in alarm at the sight of agitation (?), Dick sees Constantines own eyes glow a eery gold??

It's like two cats staring down one another, a showdown.

(Someone should record this.)

The two meet down in the middle of the cave, Danny is bristling and John scowling.

"Really Bats? A Nightingale?" The blond man scoffs, pushing his hands into the pockets of his coat, hands roaming for cigarettes probably.

"Excuse me? I thought the line of Constantine died out back then, with the way you handle your stuff." The teen hisses back, a hand running through his poofed up hair.

"Hah!" The Hellblazer gives a mocking laugh, cigar already in hand and lit. "'With the way we handle our stuff'? Weren't the Nightingales out of commission not so long ago?"

The glow might have died out, but the tension only rose higher.

Danny turns to Batman, glowering.

"Asking for the help of the house of Constantine? Are you crazy? Those nutjobs have no self-preservation!"

John's eye twitches at the remark.

"No self-preservation, my ass. Nightingales do nothing but mess with stuff they shouldn't, talk about self-preservation when you have it yourself, pipsqueak."

And Danny? Danny growls.

"All you do is trick every being to do your bidding! One day all of this will catch up to your house and me? I will watch as it burns."

The blonds cigarette snaps in his grip.

"Burn? Me? Doesn't the house if Nightingales hunt the beings we 'trick'? It seems to me that your lineage is already going down as we speak."

The argument (?) continues and the batclan does nothing but watch as if its a particularly interesting tennis match.

(John looks like he's about 5 seconds away from strangling Danny and the teen about to bite off John's head.)

"What's going on?" Finally, Batman steps in.

"What's going on? What's going on?? You said you'd bring in a third person! Not a constantine!"

The bat shows no signs of anything really, when both teen and man whip around to face him.

"I thought you'd know better than to involve yourself with the house of Nightingales."

"I was here first! No take backs!"

"And yet I know bats longer, don't I, pipsqueak?"

"Foolish trickster!"

"Imprudent necromancer!"

(Apparently, beef between two houses of dark exists and they had the chance to experience it first hand.)

(This is one of the many occurrences.)

[lunamugetsu]

Bruce gets an alert from the batcomputer saying that the alarms at Arkham are going off.

When he gets there he sees that none of the criminals have broken out, someone has broken in. When looking at the footage he finds Danny and Jazz sitting in the cemetery holding a ouija board in front of Amadeus Arkham's (the founder of Arkham Asylum) tombstone.

Batman: what are you two doing?

Jazz: I have a paper due and I wanted to ask some questions about the article Amadeus wrote. (she turns back to the tombstone) So I have some questions about page three paragraph 2. I don't know if it's slang for your time or just a terminology we don't use anymore. But you wrote about scribbling walls that talked. Any chance you could provide context on that.

Batman: (turns to Danny) And what are you doing here?

Danny: she needed help with the ouija board

Batman who was about to scold them for trespassing on Arkham Asylum grounds stays quiet as the planchette on the the ouija board starts moving spelling out the words.

I C A N E X P L A I N

M A K E S U R E Y O U R E T A K I N G N O T E S

This idea comes from that when you're writing research papers you're going to need to reference articles and some people say that they reference articles that are over a hundred years old. Combine that with that some people will contact the writers of the articles to ask them questions about what they were writing and you got this story!

Also in the Arkham Asylum game, there is a cemetery on the property, which I presume consists of inmates. Because you can find Amadeus Arkham's grave there. And Amadeus was the one who created Arkham Asylum who later had to be committed himself because he went insane.

This story can either go comical or heart wrenching. Just various scenarios of seeing Danny just bringing the ouija board with him everywhere so he could chat with the ghosts that are around Gotham. Who are surprisingly pretty tame when compared to the ghosts he sees at Amity. Maybe he has weekly lunches with Lady Gotham. Heart wrenching if you want to go down the path of Danny talking with Bruce's parents or any of the deceased parents from the batfamily.

[bee-temporary-garbage]

Son Of The Hood Series

hey fic finders

looking for one of those "Jason is suddenly trusted with a small child and becomes a father" fics. Jason has a panic attack and calls bruce, who is busy being held hostage by the joker. The Joker allows the call to go through and the moment Bruce hears his son crying for help, he beats the joker half to death with a chair and destroys a car in an attempt to get to jason faster.

i'm like 90% sure this is dc x dp, but i could be wrong

[haleswallows]

oh hi there, didn't see you there, what have i got there?

nuthin'

Part 1: Cross My Heart (Hope to Die) CHAPTER UPDATE Fandom: DC x DP Crossover Pairing: Dead Tired (Danny Fenton/Tim Drake) Rating: Teen

Teaser:

Having Phantom for a temporary roommate turns out to be a boon.

First off, the ghost is stupidly considerate. Totally non-invasive to Tim's life as he shifts to crashing at the safe house — first he only drops in a few times. But it quickly becomes a more common occurrence because…. well, Phantom's a great roommate it turns out.

In a frighteningly short time span, Tim finds himself staying with Phantom almost every night of the week.

The only change of note is the apartment is now really clean with a slight uptick in background noise. Phantom dutifully respects every rule of the contract and the unspoken boundaries Tim left out of the addendum.

Oh, and he greets Tim with a 'welcome home, there's dinner if you're hungry'. The last time he heard that was when he lived in the Manor.

Tim can say it's nice? Yeah, really nice.

Jesus Christ, he's being domesticated.

If only Phantom could learn about personal space.

Oh, and there's more too. Phantom cooks. There are leftovers in Tupperware that Tim has never seen before in his fridge, that Phantom encourages him to take to work for lunch. Not even Bruce's scowl is enough to deter Tim from enjoying his home made lunch. Sure, most of the meals were simple single pan dishes, but damn. Damn, a guy could used to this.

Wait. What was he thinking?

Contractually, this 'relationship' is only to get everyone to stop looking at Tim with blatant worry and pity since The Break-Up. It just so happened to help Phantom with his meddling council problem too. Mutually beneficial.

Even then, they hadn't really discussed co-inhabiting beyond the short clause added to the contract, hadn't even thought about it when they both agreed to 'fake dating'. All boundaries started and stopped somewhere in casual. Surface level shit. The goal was to date a few months, have a quiet, amicable split, and move on.

Living together? Totally uncharted territory, and yet going extremely well.

Tim feels a bit blindsided. And isn't that a novel experience? Tim can't remember the last time someone got the drop on him. When Damian was dumped on Bruce's lap, probably. The 'Jason Todd is Red Hood' hadn't even shocked him much — Tim had already suspected.

So, you know. He feels totally validated as he stares at the crock pot happily chugging along on his counter top, throwing out frankly delicious smells. Tim didn't even know he had a crock pot. The contents are a total mystery. All he knows is that it smells amazing.

A second revelation, leaving Tim feeling mentally knocked on his back and breathless: Phantom is going to share with him. There will be leftovers for Tim packed in stained Tupperware with a bright green Post-It note telling him something like 'kick ass, take names, and sometimes violence is the answer', signed only with a 'P'.

Tim has lost the plot.

"Hey," Phantom's voice, though quiet, pulls Tim from the beginnings of a spiral. "Welcome home. Hungry?"

Fuck yeah, he is. That isn't what he says though. Instead, he stupidly blurts out, "You know you don't have to."

Phantom pauses, hovering in place, reaching for a pair of bowls. The temptation to punch himself in the face floods Tim's mind. Stupid, good job making it weird.

"Do what?" the ghost asks after a beat. He resumes moving around the kitchen, boots never once touching the floor, as if Tim didn't make everything awkward.

"Cook, clean, pack me lunches. That isn't something we agreed to. It isn't in the contract." God, if Tim could just shut his fucking mouth. In a truly Tim-like fashion, he couldn't not prod and poke to find the truth, whatever had him so unable to compute.

Bowls in hand, Phantom scoops rice into them. Is that... is that a rice cooker? A crock pot, and now a rice cooker? Where were these appliances coming from?

Tim gapes as Phantom silently plates their dinner. Rice, broccoli, a shredded chicken from the crock pot. He shoves the loaded bowl, a fork stabbed into it, at Tim.

"Red, I like cooking. And, I don't know if you noticed, this place is really nice. You're letting me stay here for free because of my family drama. I know how private all of you Bats are, and how much of a pain it must be. So like," Phantom shrugs and stabs a fork into his own bowl. "It's the least I can do."

"You don't —." Tim flounders a moment. "You aren't obligated. I offered!"

"But," Phantom looks away, frowning at his rubbery boots. "I can't exactly pay rent. Like, I don't want to freeload."

Is that what this was? "Seriously, don't worry about it. Money isn't an issue, you aren't 'putting me out' or whatever it is you're thinking." Tim says it with every ounce of truthfulness and earnestness he can muster.

Tim sweeps an arm around the giant apartment and it's open floor plan, adding, "Come on, look at the size of this place. I mean it, don't worry about it."

Phantom follows the arc of his arm, eyes flicking over the place that is frankly way too large for a single person. "Right." He still seems hesitant.

"Don't you know Bruce Wayne bankrolls the Bats?" Tim smiles, the only one in on the inside joke. Still, it gets a small huff of a chuckle out of the ghost, and finally Tim feels better.

He doesn't even know why he cares so much. He shouldn't care so much. Just that the thought of Phantom feeling obligated or like he owes Tim makes him feel sick.

Which means Tim truly doesn't know why he goes on to say, "Plus, the place would be lonely with just me here. You're actually doing me a favor," as he grabs the bowl and makes for the living room. Just barely, from the corner of his eye, he catches Phantom's stunned expression.

Then the ghost ducks his head, smiling. It's sweet and shy, the combination lethal as it makes Tim's gut go warm and squirmy.

"Well, think of it this way," Phantom says after a beat, grabbing his own bowl and trailing after Tim. "I was going to cook anyway so it isn't a pain to make extra for you. Plus, it's nice to cook for someone else for once. So, favor repaid."

Tim struggles to breath for a moment. Then tips himself after Phantom to go eat, deliberately ignoring how much he enjoys their little evening ritual.

[ravensuperr]

Prompt: Gotham Baby Switch Mystery (DCXDP)

Gotham City is in chaos. Major breaking news has just surfaced: a nurse or doctor (your pick) has been involved in switching the identities of nearly 200 babies over the course of their career. Gotham PD, working overtime alongside other police departments, has been investigating the swaps. The authorities now have a list of affected families, and the shocking implications are that the child you’ve cared for, loved, and raised with all your heart may not actually be yours. Worse yet, the child you buried may also have been someone else’s.

Among the families affected? The Wayne family. And, understandably, the Batfamily is freaking out. The questions are piling up: Does this mean we have a brother or sister out there in the world? Why hasn’t Bruce told us about this? Chaos ensues.

Bruce Wayne, however, is left with only one certainty: the child he and Talia al Ghul had together, a baby born prematurely. The child spent days in the ICU, and the doctors were hopeful, but ultimately, the baby passed away. That tragic event had driven a wedge between Bruce and Talia, and she cut ties with him. When she became pregnant with Damian, Talia did everything in her power to ensure that her second child would survive to term, determined not to lose another baby like their first.

Faced with the turmoil of this new revelation, Bruce does the only thing he can think of: he calls Talia. He tells her about the baby swap scandal and asks if, given the news, she’d like to meet the child who might be their lost son or daughter. Talia, understandably, is furious. Her emotions boil over. The trauma of burying her child, only to now be told that the baby may not have been hers at all, is too much to bear. Her first instinct is to kill the person responsible for causing this pain.

Still, Talia decides to take Bruce up on his offer. If the League of Assassins and Batman work together to gather information, she wants to know the truth. And of course, Damian has just discovered that he may have an older sibling—and he’s determined to meet them first. He’s not going to let anyone else in the family get to them first, calling dibs on being the first to see the once presumed-dead sibling.

Two months had passed, and there was still no new information about where in the world Bruce and Talia’s child was. However, since the news had broken in the U.S., many of Bruce’s friends had stepped in to help. Lex Luthor and Oliver Queen suggested that Bruce's child might have taken a DNA test, as it was becoming increasingly popular among adopted or orphaned individuals who wanted to find their birth parents or potential siblings—whether through sperm donation or other means.

That’s when they discovered that a 14-year-old kid from a small town in Illinois had done a DNA test. This was how Bruce, Talia, and the Bat family found out that their lost sibling—whom they all assumed was a boy—was alive. The confusion had arisen because, when she took the test, Danny had used her nickname, Danny Fenton, rather than her full name, Danielle Fenton, which led everyone to assume she was male. In contrast, Jazz, her older sibling, had written her full name—Jasmine Fenton—on her own test. So, when the Bat family found the results, they expected a boy but were unaware that Danny was, in fact, a girl.

However, Danny and Jazz’s parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, had never opened the letter containing the letter explain the whole affair. . It had been sent to the Fenton household, but it was discarded as junk mail, with the Fentons assuming it was another complaint about their family, specifically Jack and Maddie’s eccentric, often controversial, scientific endeavors. No one realized the importance of the letter until much later.

The test results showed two key revelations that shocked both Danny and Jazz. First, the two were not biologically related at all. They were not sisters by blood. Second, the test revealed that one of Danny’s biological parents had Middle Eastern ancestry. This was a detail that Danny hadn’t known, nor had she ever suspected.

Meanwhile, as Danny was undergoing a strange and painful transformation, gaining her ghost powers and becoming a half-ghost, she unknowingly shared this moment with a significant event taking place far from Amity Park. On the other side of the world, John Constantine was battling demons. During one such fight, a particular demon expressed an intense fear, saying, “Are we really going through with this? I thought Lady Gotham would never agree to it. Hell, most of us demons don’t want to deal with her wrath.”

Constantine, intrigued, asked, “Why would a demon like you be afraid of Lady Gotham? I’ve met Batman and his insane family, and honestly, half the time, I don’t even believe they’re mortal. But what does Batman have to do with you? He doesn’t even know you.”

The demon paused, clearly shaken. “There was an event where Cronus ( Clockworks) called together all the demons, all the powerful beings, into the infinite realms. During that meeting, Cronus ( Clockworks) revealed one truth: the Ghost King will wake from his slumber. And only a warrior—not from the land of the living, nor from the Infinite realm—will be able to defeat him. This event will happen in every timeline Cronus has seen. But the parentage of the warrior changes with each timeline. This time, the warrior’s parentage is what scares us. Nobody wants to see the wrath of Lady Gotham.”

Constantine narrowed his eyes, sensing the gravity in the demon’s words. “What are you talking about?”

The demon continued, fear lacing its voice. “The decision that was made—bringing this individual, this warrior, into the fight—has caused a ripple effect across the ancient realms. Some of us, those who are eternal, those who have never known death, have already overstepped. Even some of the observers—beings who are supposed to remain neutral—have meddled. Now we have to deal with the consequences of our actions. And it’s not just us. It’s the entire infinite realm. We’re all doomed. Let us pray, Constantine, that the Ghost King never awakens. For when he does, and the warrior defeats him in single combat... that will be when all of our fears come to fruition. It will be the beginning of the end.”

Constantine’s stomach turned as the weight of the demon’s words settled in. “You’re serious, aren’t you?” he muttered under his breath.

“Deadly serious,” the demon replied. “What they’ve done… is beyond repair. And the worst part is, they didn’t even realize it. The actions of the living—specifically Lady Gotham and her vigilantes—have overstepped a boundary. The warriors of Gotham, the protectors, the police, the citizens—even the Joker—are all unknowingly playing a part in this colossal mistake. It wasn’t Darkside, or any of the other cosmic threats or even Supernatural threats that you and those Heroes have faced, that will bring about the end. NO It’s this one misstep. One moment of carelessness. One action, and now it’s too late.”

Constantine stood there, his mind racing. “This prophecy... It’s not just about one person, is it? It's about the whole damn city, the whole damn world.”

The demon nodded grimly. “Gotham is the key. And once the warrior rises, once the wrath of Lady Gotham is unleashed, nothing will stop it. Cronus himself is holding an emergency meeting about this, trying to figure out how to deal with it. And let me tell you—things are not looking good for anyone.”

Constantine cursed under his breath. He realized that the situation was far worse than he could have ever imagined. If the demon was right, and this prophecy was truly tied to Gotham, then they were all in serious trouble. And what terrified Constantine the most was the thought of Batman finding out that someone—someone he loved—was being manipulated, consciously or not. Batman didn’t care about the methods or the reasons; if anyone he cared about was caught up in a scheme like this, the consequences would be catastrophic.

“God help us,” Constantine muttered, more to himself than to the demon. “Because if this gets back to Gotham… none of us are getting out of this alive.”

So if this post gets a lot of likes I will make a part 2 continuing the story. Because this is something that has been stuck in my mind I just want to share it.

[knifknighted]

DCxDP Age Reverse AU

Something that was sitting on my brain when I was trying to pay attention in class :P

Damian and Danny are the eldest in their families

Jazz is a year younger than Danny

Danny was slightly older when he gets turned half-ghost (+1 year older??)

Sam and Tucker are Jazz’s age

Danny has no friends and does his best to keep Jazz safe

When things blow up with their parents, Danny leaves with Jazz to find his brother

It turns out that Danny isn’t the only big brother now

Damian is a couple of minutes older than Danny, making him the true eldest

Bruce has a conniption when a brand new bio son appears at his doorstep with a step-sister in tow

Alfred loves the new additions to the family

The story would be set a few months after the Flying Grayson incident (tiny Dick Grayson <3)

Might write this, might not. Do with this what you will just link the fic if you write anything :D

[nomaru666]

Badabababa I'm loving it!

Lois Lane is hunting Danny to get an interview with the King of the afterlife, or whatever it is Phantom does. (Mama wants another Pulitzer for the pile!)

Danny is trying like hell to avoid her, since he's not supposed to just tell people how the afterlife works. (Also, Lois scares him.)

"Hide me!" Phantom shrieked before ducking underneath Batman's cape.

They were barely given a moment to even be surprised before the doors slammed open.

Lois Lane stood proudly in front of the doors, somehow finding a way onto the Justice League watchtowers. She scanned the room with her eyes narrowed like a predator trying to find prey as she grit her teeth and snarled, "Where is he?"

Superman coughed. "Lois! What are you doing here? Actually— how'd you even get here?"

Lois waved him off. "Don't worry about it. Where. Is. He?"

Batman was furiously typing away on his phone, possibly trying to find out how a civilian (admittedly married to a fellow superhero) was able to get into the watchtower, while everyone else shared looks.

"Uhm. Who?" Green Lantern asked awkwardly, exchanging a glance with the Flash.

"He! Phantom! He owes me an interview! Actually, he owed me one 45 minutes ago! I had to chase him from New York to Mexico to Peru and then to here! Where is he?!"

Wonder Woman said rather blandly, "He's not here."

Lois narrowed her eyes. "Are you sure?"

Wonder Woman nodded sagely. "Yes. He darted out of sight using his powers. Perhaps he hoped that you'd waste your time here while he ran off further."

"Dang it! Alright, excuse me, please, I need to search for a certain ghost!" Lois snapped before she strode off like a storm, just as quick as she appeared.

There was silence for a long time.

Then Phantom poked his head out of Batman's cape.

"Thanks for the assist, guys. Also, Batman, did you know that your cape is actually partly a portal?"

"I'm sorry, what—?!"

[flamingpudding]

Fictober23 Prompt: 15 - "Fine explain it to me."

Fandom: DPxDC

Rating: T

Warnings: Slight shipping but can be seen as platonic too

A/N: Just wanted to mention that I usually am more of a found family themed dpxdc writer but this was a self runner once I started writing until I realised that this could be seen as a ship.

Danny sipped on the champain, he was drinking leaning against the wall. Next to him, also leaning against the wall with crossed arms was Dan glaring at everyone that even remotely tried to approach them. Dani had disappeared into the crowds and Danny was convinced that she had made her way to the buffet table and had found a hiding place with whatever food she had piled up high on a plate. He had seen her do that before.

"How long do these things go?" Dan asked, glaring at someone specifically, Danny knew was a business partner of the fruitloop.

"A couple of hours, usually fruitloop lets us leave around 8 pm." Danny answered easily, surveying the area for any familiar face he might recognize despite knowing he wouldn't. Sam's family wasn't attending this gala and any face he could recognize was probably a business partner of Vlad or someone he had seen on a magazine cover.

"Dile back your glare. Your eyes are glowing red." He offhandedly mentioned to his time-clone-twin taking another sip. Dan only growled at him and looked stubbornly away, though his eyes lost the red color and turned back to a blue.

"How do you and Dani do this shit?"

Danny hummed, museing how things had changed over the past couple of years since Dani and him started to attend these Galas Vlad made them go too. "I hated it at first too. But you weren't socialized enough to attend and Dani used to flat out refuse but we got used to it and found our tactics on how to handle it. Dani usually raids the buffet and finds a hiding place, I just hang with Sam if she is here."

"But she is not." Dan growled, now glaring at a rich kid that had looked like it wanted to approach them but wisely decided to turn tail at Dan's glare. "These stuck up kids are trying to mock us aren't they?"

"Yup." Danny popped the p. "We could always ghost the fruitloop though."

"And have to listen to him lecturing us later? No thanks." Dan's eyes went over the people at this place. He saw Vlad talking to someone he was pretty sure had been on the cover of some tech magazine before but then his eyes stopped on a guy with black hair and blue eyes looking only slightly older than them that was staring at them very intensely.

Dan rammed his elbow into Danny's side, causing the other to wheeze and nearly drop the glass he was holding. The one he had spotted was now on his way to approach them and Dan narrowed his eyes. "You know that guy?"

Danny once he caught his breath again looked up and his eyes widened with recognition. "Shit!"

But before Dan could question the other about that guy, who was now speed walking with a business smile towards them, Danny grabbed him by the elbow and dragged him along with him. "We need to go, like right now."

Dan dragging his feed and making Danny literally drag him along only looked at his phone arching an eyebrow mockingly. "It's not 8 pm yet."

"Text the fruitloop. We are going-"

"Danny, what a pleasure to see you here, I didn't know you attended galas like this." Danny got cut off by the same guy Dan had spotted watching them. He hadn't seen how but somehow that guy had managed to cross the hall before them and block Danny's exit.

Dan heard Danny mutter a distinctive "fuck" before letting go of his elbow and smiling at the guy nervously. "Dick. What a surprise. I didn't know you would be here."

"Dick?" Dan repeated with an arched eyebrow but Danny swiftly stepped on his foot.

"Well Bruce thought it was about time again I attended one of the Galas with him again. You know how it is, don't you?" There was a glint in the other's eyes and Dan eyed him interested, the guy had some dirt on Danny. This was going to be interesting.

"Ah well yea, Vlad asked for me to come along too and someone got to represent my late parents too after all." Danny laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and clearly avoiding direct eye contact.

"Represent your late parents?"

"Yea funny thing, my parents willed their company to me and-"

"I thought you said you were an engineer working for Dalv.Co? To think I told you about how I am with the Waynes and yet you never mentioned even once to me your relation to Masters." Dan blinked, okay so that guy was a friend Danny had made somehow outside of Sam and Tucker.

"I do! I do, it's just that… well... I can explain!"

"Fine, explain it to me."

Danny appeared to be a flustered mess while this Dick was staring at him with crossed arms. Dan watched them with fascination and a small amount of satisfaction at how Danny fumbled with his words. He then felt a tuck at his side and locked down to find Dani offering him popcorn.

"That's Dick Greyson." Something suddenly clicked for Dan and he smirked down at Dani.

"The guy that's teaching your Gymnastic course that Danny always volunteers to take you too?"

Dani nodded once more and now also sporting a mischievous smile.