#phantom siblings

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 48

So does anyone know Soul Eater? Reapers with partners who can turn into weapons? Hear me out: DCxDP crossover where the phantom siblings have to flee and end up in Gotham, specifically in a certain Alley. Now the batfam aren’t entirely sure why Jason has started to talk gently to his favorite pair of guns or carefully clean them practically daily. Or why he treats him like they’re babies, but it’s getting more than a little concerning. And why did he name them Danny and Dani? And why does he have a rifle that he calls Dan that seems to set itself on fire?!

[zeestarfishalien]

Invasion of the Body Swapper

This has been posted on AO3 for a while, but I decided to post it here, too.

It's my gift fic to Arlie ( @arlieash-blog ) for the BatPham Secret Santa event of 2023.

AO3 Link

Summary: (2.4k words) There's a new ghost in town. Jason gets more than a little caught up in the chaos.

"Wake. Up. Wake. Up. Wake. Up." Each word said by a young unfamiliar feminine voice was punctuated by a bounce. "DaaAaaan..."

Jason's eyes snapped open. Not only is this an unfamiliar voice, but they're calling him by a name that’s not his or any of the aliases he uses.

On him, perched like a vengeful spirit, is a young teen (Maybe thirteen?). She? They? Let's go with they. With their black hair and blue eyes, they'd fit right into Brucie's little orphan collection. (They'd fit right in with all the gargoyles and grotesques of Gotham with the way they're hunched over to crouch on top of him) They're older than he expected from the childish words and tone, bigger than what he perceived from the weight of their body on his, too. Their grin is starting to fade more the longer Jason takes to respond. The longer he stares. He needs to figure out what is going on and preferably without letting some little gremlin know that something is off.

"What do you want?" It comes out harsher than he meant, but that doesn’t seem to phase the kid.

If anything, their grin grew wider, almost unnaturally so.

"Dan, Dan... Dan, my man. Don’t tell me you forgot what today is?"

There's something in their tone, a wicked little lilt. It almost almost convinces him to attempt to lie.

He pretends to mull it over before sighing.

"Fine, yes, I forgot."

The gleam in their eyes sends shivers up his spine.

"You forgo-ot~," they sing-song gleefully.

Their giggle echoes eerily in the room as they practically float to their feet and dance across the bed. It's an unfamiliar bed, just like the room and the pushy little preteen.

"You officially have the title of worst brother a girl could have," she informs him with a mock seriousness that's immediately ruined by her picking up a pillow and chucking it at his face.

He sits up fast to avoid the pillow and hair slips into his face. It's his color, but it's far longer than what it's supposed to be. The errant thought distracts him from monitoring what he says next.

"Now that's uncalled for you little rat bastard." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he regrets them. He's used to hurling insults at his siblings whenever they're being gremlins, so the response was almost automatic.

She's cackling and rolling off the bed, unaware of Jason’s guilty conscience and uncaring of his insults.

"Get up, Sleepyhead! It's time to go~o!" She sing-songs her way around the room as she fishes through drawers and the closet for clothes to chuck at Jason’s face.

"Might I, pffsh. Might I be re-eck! Hey! Quit that!" A pair of socks nailed him right between the eyes. He scowled at the little imp. "Remind me what we were supposed to do."

Her eyes, when they meet his again after digging around for shoes, have a glint to them that Jason doesn't like. If he'd been thinking, he would have carefully wheedled the information from her as they interacted. He should've known from the start that she'd enjoy holding information over his head.

~•~

He was right. Even after they left the apartment where this 'Dan' lived with the chaos goblin and two other people (based on the body language and points of similarity in the faces of the pictures, likely siblings), said chaos goblin still refused to give him any hints, simply grinning at him in mischievous glee.

In other news, Jason did have a brief chance to glance into a mirror before they left, and surprisingly enough, he recognized the person whose body he is currently inhabiting.

Dan Nightingale volunteers at several of Hood’s soup kitchens. Jason remembers how he first came in grumbling about community service and how he's supposed to 'think more about others.' Seeing as how Gotham's judicial system has yet to sentence any criminals to Hood’s kitchens, that meant that friends or family had likely been the ones to make him come. Despite that forced beginning, Dan had taken to the work readily and never complained. Sure there were a few times when he looked about ready to murder some asshole or another that came in to cause trouble, but he kept it to muttered curses and twice he up and picked up the trouble maker and set them outside like a misbehaving cat.

It's definitely not a crush. The man is memorable. What can Jason say?

He's pulled from his thoughts by a yank on his arm so strong it nearly knocks him off his feet. Little Monster is deceptively strong for someone so gangly looking. She's in that awkward growing stage where she's gained quite a bit of height, but the rest of her hasn't quite caught up.

She's dragging him into an alley, and he's pretty sure he'd be far more concerned about that if the body he was inhabiting was his own.

"Let off me, you little punk," he growls out anyway.

"Well, if you hate it so much, you shoulda grabbed a leash. I would have lost track of you five times over with the way you're spacing out today."

"I'm not your dog, brat," he warns.

"Then quit barking like one." As she sticks her tongue out, Jason has to squash the urge to throttle her. His glare is strong enough to stop a lesser man in his tracks.

Dan's little sister is not a lesser man. Jason’s half certain that she's some little demonic imp that has taken the form of a young girl to better mess with the world at large.

She rolls her eyes when she notices his glare.

"Scary eyes don't work on me, broski. I have them too." Jason has mere milliseconds to attempt to figure out what she means by those words when her eyes flash green. Green. That noxiously bright neon green of the pits, of his own eyes when the pit rage gets bad.

His hand jerks from her hold and he stumbles. His foot sinks into the ground (it's supposed to be solid pavement), and he falls back on his ass like a clumsy toddler.

There's a quiet pop, not unlike the sound a bubble makes when it bursts, and with it, a young man pops into existence. His face reminds Jason a little bit of Dan's and a lot of the eerie tween that claims to be Dan's sister. His everything else is different. White hair, Lazarus green eyes (but no, they're actually a few shades off the Lazarus pits and that certainly helps something in his chest relax a little), his skin carries an oddly blue tinge to it, plus there's the whole floating in mid air thing.

He appears worried, and he pulls the munchkin further away from Jason.

"Dani! Step back! That's not Dan," he warns.

Yet, instead of looking shocked or betrayed or concerned, the mighty midget (Dani) just looks annoyed.

"Come on, Danny," she whines, "we were just getting to the good part."

""You KNEW about this?!"" Meta Danny (because really?? They're both Danny? That's gotta get confusing. Poor Dan) and Jason manage to say it at exactly the same time.

"Who am I kidding," Meta Danny admits in a tone sounding far too defeated in Jason’s humble opinion. "Of course you knew."

Little devil Dani scoffs. "Of course I knew. It took me like 3 forevers to track Swip-Swap down."

"Oh my ancients... you even know her name... Dani, why?" Danny, the older, looked at the end of his rope. He slowly lowers until his feet touch the ground.

He shoves a hand over her mouth when she opens it to answer and Jason has no words as he watches bitty bitey one gnaw on the hand blocking her freedom of speech.

There's even blood? If the other Danny bleeds green then yeah, it's blood. Danny, the iron willed, shows no indication of discomfort despite the carnage Little Shop of Horror is creating.

"Don't answer that." His gaze lifts to Jason, apologetic "I'm so sorry, Mr. Not Dan."

"Ewww your ecto is in my mouth," Tiny Terror interrupts after finally getting her mouth away from Toxic Waste Man's hand.

"Maybe you shouldn't try to eat my hand then," he comments coolly. "But more importantly, we have the 'confuse don't abuse' pranking rule for a reason."

"Dan won't be that mad."

"But what about the person you had Swip-Swap put into Dan's body?"

The Terrible Terror opens her mouth, probably to make some snappy comeback but then her eyes meet Jason’s and she sinks down limply in the grip of Savior Danny.

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Just please tell me you weren't pulling a Vlad."

"I wasn't pulling a Vlad," she swore solemnly. Then brightening, "I only wanted them to bond through shared suffering so I could have another brother-dad."

"Dani..." Responsible Danny pinches the bridge of his nose. "We talked about this. We have to respect people's boundaries and communicate. No using supernatural methods to manipulate people. That's something the Fruitloop would do."

Freezing up in horror, Chaos Dani starts looking more and more like a kicked puppy.

She looks up to Danny pleadingly and says, "no..." her voice small.

Her jailer sets her down and pats the top of her head, probably trying to console her.

"I'm afraid so."

"Okay, this is a very touching family teaching moment," Jason admits, "but can we fast forward to the part where I get my body back?" He's still very confused and would like to figure it all out while back in his own body, thanks.

Dani the smaller, let's out an odd keening sound and flies (Literally FLIES) into him.

"I'm SO sorry Jason!" She's nearly sobbing, her arms locked tight around his body.

Before he can get a word in edgewise, non-crying Danny says (more to himself but Jason hears it anyway), "wait...Jason, as in like-us Jason? The one Dan can't seem to talk to?"

And doesn't that just create so many more questions than it answers?

A bright light flashes from Glowy Danny suddenly, blinding Jason (which he definitely does NOT appreciate). Once his vision clears, he curses, using a couple of very creative epithets that he hasn't used in a number of years, because standing there is an older, masculine presenting version of Cling-wrap Dani. They're not just similar, they're basically the same person (he recognizes his face from the photo in their apartment).

"Please tell me one of you as another name you go by to differentiate you. You are allowed tolook the same OR have the same name, not both."

The twins that aren't twins make eye contact, Dani the Clingy craning her neck around to meet her elder self's gaze.

After long prolonged eye contact, Magical Boy Danny breaks the stare off to say, "she goes by Ellie when she's not being a little chaos gremlin."

"Danny! Nuooooooooooo."

"Which is almost never," he admits, ignoring the feral growling coming from the newly dubbed, Ellie.

Jason would put his hand over her mouth to shut her up, but he saw what happened to Danny.

Actually, said hand is looking remarkably normal.

Weird.

Focus Jason.

"Okay then, Ellie. How am I supposed to get my body back?"

Her head snaps around but the moment her eyes meet his, her gaze shifts away and she presses her lips together tightly.

Well shit...

"Sooo, about that..."

Danny groans, dragging a hand down his face.

"I've already spent half the morning trying to track down Swip-Swap. Did you know that she body swapped Vickie Vale and Bruce Wayne? Vickie keeps trying to break into different departments of Wayne Enterprises. Then while Signal and Red Robin were doing damage control, Swip-Swap switched them too. Bruce Wayne keeps trying to seduce people as Vickie Vale and who knows who else Swip-Swap has switched along the way, so the next words put of your mouth better not be 'we need to get Swip-Swap to put them all back' or ancients help me I will throw you all the way to Pluto."

Ellie doesn't say anything at all which is just as much of an answer.

"You know what? No. You made this mess. You have to track down Swip-Swap and either convince her to put everyone back or soup her so we can deal with her together, but YOU are going to be the one doing the work. I will help track down everyone affected and round them up with Dan's help but that's it."

Ellie nods, "Okay. Sorry Danny."

"No," Danny says, "don't apologize to me. Apologize to Jason and everyone else when you fix this."

Her gaze meets Jason’s then.

"I promise I'll fix it and apologize again."

And she looks so much like a sad baby seal that Jason almost wants to help her.

Almost...

"Kay kid. I'll help Danny round everyone up. You just focus on finding that wacko."

She nods seriously and then proceeds to blind him with a flashing lightshow just like her 'brother'? Apparently she has her own magical girl transformation and she looks a lot like Danny did when he arrived.

She flies off through the nearest building (that's something that Jason is going to save and unpack later).

A crash and clattering accompanied by groaning has both Danny and Jason turning to the mouth of the alley.

Out of the garbage cans and bags bursts...

Well...

Jason.

Or at least his body. It's probably Dan and man does he look pissed off.

"Finally found you chucklefucks. You better have a stellar explanation for this bullshit and a solution. If I have to spend even five more minutes in this rage-drunk body I'm gonna-"

"Woah! Dan, breathe." Danny steps so he's between Dan and Jason. "We found the problem and Ellie is working on the solution now."

Dan's eyes glow green but instead of punching or stabbing Danny, he takes a deep breath and then another.

His now blue eyes (Jason’s blue eyes) meet Jason’s (or technically Dan's?? It's really starting to become confusing).

"It is Jason there, right?" He manages the question in a mostly civil tone.

"Yeah," Jason replies.

"Let me just say, and I mean this in the most disrespectful way possible...Bitch you live like this?!"

There must be something about the sheer indignation Dan's tone, or the fact that he says it in Jason’s voice. Or maybe it's just this whole absolutely batshit day finally getting to Jason and he's snapped.

But instead of responding, Jason bursts out laughing.

"Oh ancients...Danny I think I broke him," Dan stage whispers which only deepens Jason’s laughing fit. It's starting to sound a little hysterical, his laugh cracking around the edges.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure it's like 95% Dani's fault."

[sheepheadfred]

Ectoberhaunt Day 11: Thirst

“GYAAAAH!”

"HYDRATE OR COMPLETELY DYDRATE, BITCH!"

"Did you just yeet a bottle at me?"

"Ye!"

"But... I already have a water bottle"

"Not a bottle of ranch 2! Both sides need that sweet hydrate before you whither away from thirst."

"...Oh yeah, this is green."

"You much be super sleep deprived to not have noticed."

"I just woke up but whatever. Fine, got me. Did Jazz put you up to this?"

"WHA- noooooo,,,, yes. Before you ask, she already got on my case about this too."

Jazz standing to the side unnoticed by danny with a poleroid camera, thinking to herself that this will make a great memory.

[krossan]

when you say that to the person that you know won't hesitate

[paxopalotls]

The fanfictions are infecting me with brainrot oh my god have some au doodles before I explode

[friendly-neighborhood-imbecille]

Another sibling quotes comic

[bet-on-me-13]

Death, Destruction, and Danny

(disclaimer: I have the barest bones idea of what the Endless are or their personalities, so this is just a quick blub of something I thought of at Work)

So! The JLA have just had an encounter with a member of the Endless, and called in Constantine to explain what exactly they are.

"Okay, so it's like this. Before Existence, before The Universe itself, the Personification of Time had a group of Children. These Children each Represent an Aspect of the Universe, and they are as Immortal as Immortal can get." Constantine explained.

"These children are called the Endless. They are, Dream, Destiny, Despair, Desire, Delirium, Destruction, Death, and Danny."

"...Danny?"

"Oh yeah, Danny's a cool guy. He was adopted later on by Time Itself, and he represents Balance. But that's not a word that starts with D so he just goes by his Mortal Name, Danny, to fit in."

[flamingpudding]

The Stand-in Job

Danny loved his job. It was an easy on call job he got rather on accident. But it paid well and gave him enough time to deal with ghost matters outside of scheduled work hours.

Though now he got stuck in a situation his Boss had not provided him with a script and or explanation how to behave for.

Danny was a simple Stand-in. Sort of like a Stuntman kind of job. His boss was paying him to simple take his place during public appearances, or meetings with no big decision he has to sit through just to listen. Or on the easiest of days, to just sit in his boss office so it appears that someone is there while his boss was doing who knows what. Danny doesn't question, that's why his boss liked him.

But again, no where in his contract was described how he was supposed to handle this situation. So now he was stuck having beat up a couple of wannabe kidnappers and some vigilantes talking to him all casually going on and on how 'Tim', his boss, wasn't supposed to do that to not risk his public image. Should he record this as evidence for his Boss? It sounded like these vigilantes were spilling some of his boss' secrets that shouldn't be known to the public.

Tim just needed someone to sit in his place to make it appear like he was there when he had cases to work through. Danny was the perfect hire for it and Tim liked very much that Danny doesn't ask questions, like he understood. Yet when Danny sent him a text questioning how he should behave as Stand-in in front of Gotham's vigilantes.... Tim wasn't sure if he should feel offended or highly amused about his siblings not realizing that the one kidnapped in public hadn't been Tim but his Stand-in Danny.

[bluerosefox]

It's shenanigans time guys

So have this DpxDc idea.

So, the Justice League and the Light (OR villains in general) have two newish members, they've both been around for about a year and they're from the same plane of existence (a place called the Infinite Realms according to those who dabble in the occult)

And the two seem to have some serious beef with each other.

Wisp and Wrath are basicly feral cats hissing and hekles raised when they spot the other and their fights normally ends in draws. They're evenly matched and sometimes the two even fight to the point they are out of steam and just fist fight.

Needless to say everyone believes they totally hate each other and might one day kill (or end?) One of them.

So everything gets turned upside down when suddenly both factions of heros and villains are suddenly summoned to the Infinite Realms.

In a throne room.

In front of the Infinite King (or most commonly known as the Ghost King)

A King who looks very, very much like Wisp and Wrath (like yeah the two do sometimes look alike, like when they grin with sharp teeth and their hair color, but one has blue skin and red eyes for crying out loud!)

He's staring at them, glowing green eyes that seemed to just... know.

"Welcome to the Infinite Realms. I am King Phantom." His voice echoing in the throne room and seemed to rattle them deeply, like a sudden chill in the early morning.

"I have summoned you all here for a single reason." He continued to say "Tell me..."

Here he paused, closed his eyes before leaning back on the chair then he smiled big and cheerfully asked.

"How are my kids doing in your world? Dan and Ellie arent causing too much chaos in their wake are they? They tend to go a tiny bit overboard sometimes but what siblings don't when they rough house you know. Tell me everything."

[deadsetobsessions]

A scene that’s been buzzing in my head but I can’t seem to find the words for:

Danny: we should do some sibling bonding activities guys

Tim, a tired Robin: *points towards the fifth exploding building they’ve evacuated this week alone* two-face and riddler are helping

Dick, in a burnt smelling Nightwing suit: That’s not- okay, that’s not like an activity we do with the intention of bonding though

Jason, holding his helmet out hopefully: We can beat up the joker?

Danny, always ready for clown beat downs: and set his shit on fire?

Tim, who was raised by Danny and hates the guy who killed his favorite Robin: and fuck up his taxes and send the IRS after him?

Dick, who’s a protective, vindictive, and the og shit stirrer of big brother: toss him off a building or two?

Jason, holding back tears: I don’t fucking hate you losers too much, I guess.

Batman, on the comms: No-

Agent “I don’t have a ‘No-Kill’ Rule so fuck around and Find Out” A, running the comms: Oracle, cut Batman off from the planning session

[impyssadobsessions]

(Prompt) Since the Fenton parents laying a trap this year for the ghost named Santa Claus- Almost no where in Amity is safe for Danny this holiday season.

Which is just fine. He didn't like the season anyways but he had really wished his parents didn't add anti-santa lasers to all the rooftops.

Jazz and Danny decide to take the holidays outside of Amity. (Since Jazz can drive and Danny probably had blackmail on Vlad)

They were planning to go to metropolis-but Jazz has the driving genes of their father as well as his sense of direction-Leading them to end up spending Winter Break snowed in, in Gotham City.

Worse things had happened.. right?

Not like holidays are cursed for the Fentons children.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 50

 Dan, after his parole of sorts, gets a second chance via reincarnation, along with his (ugh) siblings to keep an eye on him. Now he was actually excited about this, if only because a brand new world meant no reminders of his past or traumas. Someone up above in charge must be laughing though, because he wakes up in some sort of box-thing, with golden eyes, and distinctly undead. Oh, and apparently this world is also full of heroes and villains along with both Danny and Ellie being well, tiny. And they’re apparently in some sort of cult or something. As undead assassins. He has never been more tempted to let go of his no-killing rule, because he is getting them out of this place.

[sleepy-writes-stuff]

DP X DC PROMPT #27

(Time for something a little more lighthearted/found family. Could probably also make this a crack prompt instead.)

(#) = Notes at the end of post

(*) = Just me building off of other ideas.

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Visitation Rights

When Danny went to list Dani/Ellie as his heir after she'd come back from her years of traveling the world, he was quickly informed that he already had one in line for the thrown.

"What? Since when?!"

The pretentious, floating eyeball looked like he wanted to be anywhere else other than here, providing information to King Phantom, but explained anyway.

"The day you officially achieved royal status, you permanently linked your being to the Infinite Realms. When this happened, however, a child was in the process of being created with the assistance of ectoplasmic runoff that's been leaking into the mortal world for centuries. As a result of your power being incorporated into the Realms at such a time, this human child retained an imprint of your core signature. The Infinite Realms itself has recognized this child as your offspring. Your... other offspring has yet to be recognized in such a way and would therefore be considered your second heir once claimed."

Danny stared at the Observant with wide, blank eyes that were slowly filling with dread and panic.

"Why are you just telling me this now?? My coronation was over a decade ago!" He held his face in his hands and gave a horrified groan at what he just learned.

"If you really wanted that clone as your heir, I'm afraid it's too late to change it-"

Danny's head shot back up with a snarl and furious green eyes.

"That's not what I'm upset about you walking cataracts! Eleven years! I've missed eleven years of this kid's life!! How could you think I-"

At a loss for words, he growled deep in his chest. Deep enough that it echoed throughout the halls and rattled the floors.

"Who is this kid, and where can I find them?"

Once given the information and learning of the child's other parental figures, he gets to work. A few weeks later, he appears in the home office of a well-known billionaire with a stack of papers that he promptly slams onto the desk in front of the startled man. (1)

"I demand visitation rights to our son, Damian Wayne."

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(1) Danny actually visited Talia first to get visitation rights. Needless to say, that didn't go very well. He's still got a couple knives floating around in his chest cavity because of it.

(*) ALSO! I'm not sure how this lines up with the DC/Batman timeline. All I figured out is that if Danny waited to be crowned until after he graduated college as an astrophysicist, which take 5 to 7 years, he'd be about 36 years old when he finds out about Damian. Bruce would be about 41, so the age gap is only 5 years. If y'all wanna make this Danny/Bruce, go ahead!

[some-rotten-nest]

Thanksgiving at the Fenton house was... Something. Danny did his best to avoid it, in short. It wasn't exactly Christmas; but it wasn't nice either.

Gotham was a good place for him to escape to, right? A flight there and back once Thanksgiving was over, no issue.

He didn't mean to get kidnapped by billionaires for an even weird Thanksgiving, okay Jazz?!

He'd just been out and about, doing nothing really, when this person came up to him and began to drag him by the ear, talking something about how "If I have to attend this, so do you!"

Being startled, he couldn't string the sentence he was looking for together and ended up being dragged to a---... Manor. Because of course it was. Rich people.

"So, how's everything?" A different black haired, blue eyed boy asked, eye bags heavier than Danny's.

"Oh! Actually, Jay, I left my shirt at your place when I got shot, any chance you brought it with?" The other black-haired, blue eyed guy asked, twirling his fork in his hand.

And he was looking at Danny.

Thank Ancients, the oldest person-- parent? He didn't know-- jumped in, sounding so tired, "Can we not talk about work at the table?" Then turned to Danny again, "And thank you for joining us this year, Jason."

"I had to drag him here!" The blonde who dragged him here Interrupted, "Why don't I get any thanks? Discrimination, Bruce. This is discrimination."

"I'd appreciate it very much if you didn't shout at the table, Miss Brown," The very oldest person said, placing a plate on the table.

Alright-- enough was enough, Danny needed to leave. This is weird, and he did not want to know why black-haired, blue-eyed guy #2 was shot either.

"Sorry, Alfred--" Blonde (Miss Brown?) said casually.

The sound of the door opening was as loud as a cannon to his ears, but to everyone else at the table, it was normal. Or they were expecting someone else that wasn't who they thought Danny to be.

"IM ONLY HERE FOR THE FOOD--" A voice shouted, "-AND NOTHING ELSE."

Black hair, blue eyes #3 came in, a white streak matching Danny's own in his hair.

All eyes turned to him. Fuck.

[krossan]

This is the sibling rivalry I need

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Bruce has a 'if you can't beat them, join them' mentality about the tabloids claiming he adopts too many kids- Developing foster homes that are paid for through the Wayne inheritance, personally vetted by the Bats, they're the leaders in the space for child health outcomes and family placement. Insert Danny.

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Bruce has too much wealth, too many rumors and not enough reach into the abhorrent foster homes around Gotham to improve them. Tim ends up being the one to suggest it- He's the one who buys up their real estate for their safe houses after all- and Bruce is more than ready to pull the metaphorical trigger to get new clean welcoming spaces, Bat-background checked fosters and a new era of adoption in Gotham underway.

He's lobbied the state and the federal government for reforms of course, but this is a project he can micromanage. He spends time with every kid that comes through, talks with all the families that want to adopt and makes sure that these miniature homes are provided only the very best. Alfred personally hires all the staff, and with Barbara more than happy to help relocate the unhoused children she spots while they patrol, the project is a glowing success.

Occasionally, spots in their houses fill up, and those are the weeks were Cass takes on the Cowl of Batman- Bruce Wayne will personally invite a child in need to his home. He always has one of his kids present (they rotate on a pre-determined schedule) and he does his best to try and get them to understand that they deserve the world, have all the potential that anyone else has and can achieve a bright future. That he will personally aid them in their ambitions.

PR goes crazy for it of course, but Bruce and all of his children know its genuine. Almost too genuine, because a betting pool 'WILL THEY BE ADOPTED' regularly circulates between the siblings and the entire JL when someone spends time at the manor. And not just the black-haired, Blue-eyed kids get picked as favored outcomes- but obviously the running joke gets passed around.

It's a Thursday night when Bruce gets the call that the houses have once again filled up, and that there is a child in need of a home. The social worker (he knows her as Marsha and he has flowers planned to be sent on her birthday next week, like he does for all of his employees) (Say micromanaged one more time) explains that the kid is a bit cagey but has opened up with some humor. She explains that he has a few strange... mannerisms. She's not sure what to make of him, a non-gothamite for sure but something is, well, distinctly 'not from around here' about his energy.

Danny arrives at the house, meets Duke and Alfred, and by the time Bruce meets him at the dinner table it seems as though Marsha had it all wrong. This kid was laughing, he was teasing, he was totally playing along like he'd gone through nothing. Bruce is glad he's in high spirits but its just so... so different from all the other children he's taken in.

Bruce re-focuses on the conversation when Duke mentions something flashing, and its the first time that Danny goes quiet. Entirely still.

"...you noticed that?" Danny quietly asks, a bit of disbelief in his tone.

"You don't have a flashlight on or something do you? It was super bright whatever it is that you had in your hand a second ago?" Duke tries to sound chill but he's looking very much not chill. Bruce saw nothing, and that puts him further on edge.

"Look... I uh, I've been though... I've been through a lot lately. And the last lab I was in kind of, messed with me. I'm normally much better at dealing with it all, I promise." Danny sounds nervous, and the room seems to chill.

"Ah shoot, sorry." Danny notices something and frantically apologizes.

"Sorry for what Danny? You've done nothing wrong but I am worried about you- You said you were in a lab?" Bruce is desperately trying to calm him down while not slipping into Batman interrogation mode.

"Uh, yeah, like a lot of labs. It should get warmer in a second, its just cause I startled, I promise."

"You're a meta." Duke speaks softly and with hope in his voice- Danny is looking between them with wide eyes filled with fear.

"I mean I don't technically have the gene-"

"Danny, have you told any of your case workers where you were? Do any authorities know what you've been through?" Bruce needs to know, desperately, that who ever gave this young boy super powers is brought to justice. Danny goes quiet.

"I'm really sorry." He says softly, but he doesn't leave them.

Duke and Bruce try to ask a few more questions but the silence that meets them declares the conversation over, even with Duke admitting he himself is a meta. Danny didn't even look up from his plate. They watch a movie after dinner, and Danny seems to get back to the smile-y happy guy he had been before dinner.

Each of the bat-fam have their own interactions with Danny- And even if they're getting along amazingly, Danny won't open up. He doesn't open up to his provided therapist. Doesn't talk to Alfred. No one knows what's up.

So when Marsha calls Bruce back explaining they now have a spot for Danny and he can move out of the Manor... Bruce replies that he'd like to get started on Adoption paperwork, so long as Danny is fine with it.

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Turns out, Danny is fine with it. he's both the newest Wayne and their newest case. (And godamnit, his new family is going to avenge him. If only he'd let them try.)

Danny figures out that Duke= Signal early on because of that dinner, and if he's going to keep his parents out of jail, he needs to be as close to the investigation as possible. He knows that he shouldn't protect the Fentons, but he feels the upset in his core at the thought of letting them befall any harm. He has to protect them. Has to protect Jazz and her hiding spot as a mole within their lab. Has to.

Even if it meant lying to his new family who loves him, and who he loves in equal return. Even if it means lying to The Bats.

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Tabloids go crazy about the black-haired blue-eyed thing of course, but no poll was ever taken by the batfam or the JL who know the whole story.