Wayne doll house: demon children.
Idea: each of the batkids is theorised to have a different origin.
Thing is, there's so many of them. The oldest is actually the youngest in body. It seems to be able to share memories with those who follow. It changes design right before a new bat appears.
The hero in the town over is definitely one of them, but what's it doing over there?? Asking just gets non-answers.
What happened to the ones that the Joker tried to destroy? One - the oldest and smallest - came back, but different, whereas the other - the purple and orange one - came back for a while and then vanished again for good.
None of them seem to age??
The first, smallest, oldest, it seemed to be some sort of circus performer? It gave its acrobatics to the blue one when it arrived, grew clever and defensive. It gave that to the skull headed red one, focused on technology and detective work after the Incident. Then again, and again, and one time even the bat changed along with it, but though the bat returned to normal the little Robin didn't, and now it's just as stabby and creative as it is small and creepy.
It's a good sort of creepy now, after over a decade of beating up bad guys and comforting victims, Gotham has gotten used to it, but outsiders don't much like it.
The justice league have a different opinion.
They know, or at least can observe, that the... Souls? Brains? Programs? Switch around, that it's not memories but persons that bring the new bats to life.
They just don't know where batman gets them. The new one, especially, is very circumspect.
For all this talk of the blood son, all the bats calling it demon child with varying levels of fondness, the way batman doesn't deny the claims...
Thing is the bat doesn't have blood. Everyone's well aware of this by now. Whatever sulpheric black tar he and the bats leak probably-certainly isn't blood, or at least... Not anything with dna.
So... What blood?? If not the bat's, why does it tie the newest mind of Robin to him?
Captain marvel is the first to think of an idea.
A blood child of a demon for a blood ritual for a demon.
Constantine and Zatanna second the notion - it's perfectly possible. Reasonable, even. The bat admitted himself he had no way to procreate the way humans did, nor any interest in doing so. Wanting a legacy was perfectly normal.
Except he already had, what, seven, eight, nine kids? He loved all of them, it was clear, and he'd always seemed happy with them. He'd even sighed over how many he had, had rebuffed the teasing about getting more. The new Robin mind had been a surprise to everyone, and the old one in a new body had been a little salty about it.
So the new theory was that batman hadn't decided to get a new Robin. Maybe the old mind had been ejected unwillingly! It had happened at roughly the same time batman had gotten a new personality - maybe the incidents were related?
But if batman hadn't done the ritual... Who had?
Who would do something like that???
Cultists. Cultists would do something like that. But giving the bat a son unwillingly seemed... A very odd goal, even for that type.
So... Had they messed up? Had they tried to summon the bat with a blood sacrifice ritual, and summoned a demon instead? Had it partially worked? Was the bat susceptible to demon summonings?? Did the summoning damage his own mind/consciousness/soul in some way, and that led to the creation of the new demon child while the bat changed until he'd healed????
How kind of batman to take it in!
Tldr; the league thinks Robin V is a demon born/created through a failed summoning ritual involving blood sacrifice that made batman like puns until he healed. The truth is the canon events of Damian arriving at the manor only for b to get tossed into the time stream, becoming the Robin to nightwing-batman while Tim, who is much less annoyed about it than canon, focuses on getting him back. Lmao.
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AU that's a little dark but eh it's fun.
After three years of neglect and watch Isabela get all the attention, Mirabel is tired. Abuela loves Isa the most but always pushed Mirabel away, telling her she can't help or to let others do something. When Mirabel tries to show her embroidery that she works months on, all Abuela does is give a small that's nice and than walk away. But when Senorita perfecta Isabela makes a flower in five seconds, it's always "how wonderful! How gorgeous, let's show everyone!"
It was so unfair that Isabela could do the bare minimum. She always got gifts from the town, called an angel and other names and had the most love while Mirabel was treated like a mistake. It didn't help that Isabela would rub it in her face as well.
Mirabel grimaced and went to her room. Over the past few months, she had making dolls for the family. She even made one of her tio Bruno and Abuelo but those ones were hidden.
She gripped the doll that looked like Isabela, breathing. "I wish it was me everyone loved...I'd be a better Isa than you." She said. Little did she know her intentions were activated inside. A room didn't form to tell Mirabel about her gift but she had one.
Sometime that night after everyone went to bed, Isabela, the doll and Mirabel all started to glow.
Mirabel's body went into a deep sleep... While Isabela would wake up the next morning unable to move. Looking up, she realized she was in a very large room. The ceiling was that of the nursery. She struggled to turn her head before seeing Mirabel asleep in her bed.
Isabela...was in the doll.
In the other room, Mirabel woke up to the smell of roses and sunlight in her eyes. Long black hair rolled off her shoulders and as she sat up she realized. She was in Isabela's body
HOLY CRAP??? Yeah it’s dark but it seems fun 💀💀 wonder if the family would notice how differently she acts at first. Or that Mirabel is knocked tf out and won’t wake up. Or. Literally anything strange…anyway, if there’s a Pedro doll, and she wished to be in his body, would Pedro go into the and would Mirabel manifest into a physical body or just be on some spirit mess.
I’m thinking way too hard on this 😭😭
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In the enchanted realm of the fae, where magic danced through every leaf and blossom, there lived a gentle and whimsical fae. With her iridescent wings shimmering in the sunlight, the fae possessed a gift for words, her thoughts flowing like a babbling brook.
One serene morning, as the fae sat beneath a sprawling oak tree, she felt an overwhelming desire to connect with distant lands and kindred spirits beyond her realm. Inspired by the fluttering butterflies and the whispers of the wind, she decided to write a letter, pouring her ethereal essence onto the delicate parchment.
The fae's letter was a tapestry of dreams, enchantment, and heartfelt wishes. It carried the magic of the fae and the essence of her longing to connect with others. With great care, she folded the letter and sealed it with a single silver dewdrop, a symbol of her hope and longing.
Now, she needed a trusted courier who could carry her precious message to a distant post office, a place where it would begin its journey to lands far beyond her reach. She sought out a nimble and dependable squirrel, known for his quick feet and unwavering dedication.
The squirrel, with his bushy tail and bright eyes, listened intently to the fae's request. He understood the importance of her letter, and he agreed to take on the role of the courier, knowing that his mission would carry the hopes and dreams of the fae to distant realms.
With the letter securely tucked away in a small pouch tied around his neck, the pair set off on their adventure. The squirrel skillfully navigated the forest, his paws swiftly carrying him through thick undergrowth and across babbling brooks.
Days turned into weeks as he ventured into unfamiliar lands, following winding paths and crossing expansive meadows. He encountered towering mountains and serene valleys, each landscape more breathtaking than the last. Along the way, he encountered other creatures, each one marveling at the magical letter he carried.
Finally, the squirrel arrived at a bustling post office in a distant land, a place where letters from far and wide converged. With a confident smile and a sense of accomplishment, he handed the fae's letter to the diligent postal workers, explaining its importance and the enchantment it carried.
The postal workers, recognizing the significance of her letter, handled it with reverence and care. They pledged to ensure its safe delivery, knowing that it held the dreams and aspirations of the fae. With their assistance, the letter would soon embark on its journey, traversing lands and oceans to reach its destined recipient.
As the squirrel bid farewell to the post office, a feeling of fulfillment filled his tiny heart. He had played a part in connecting distant souls, weaving threads of magic and kinship across realms. With a sense of pride, he returned to the fae, sharing tales of his adventures and the joy it brought him to deliver.
Curious the squirrel asked what was written and the fae replied: "Desmond becomes a ghost after the solar flare and gets sent back in time with a doll for some reason and because he's becoming unstable possesses the doll so now everyone thinks the doll is haunted by a demon because of all the pranks he did, and no matter what they do to destroy it, he always comes back unscathed. (he just fixes the doll lol)"
Their small town only had him as the courier and, most of the time, he would receive packages sent by the children (well they were adults now) who left their peaceful little town.
Then the alchemist arrived and set up their little atelier on a small hill next to the town. And the packages and messages meant for their little town grew.
He didn’t mind.
The alchemist usually kept to themselves but, if he timed his delivery well, the alchemist will give him tea and maybe some sweets as he waits for the daily mails the alchemist always requested to be delivered.
He especially liked the tea the alchemist made using moonflowers from the nearby lake early this year. They were small white flowers that only bloomed during night time and would wither once the sun was up. He didn’t even know how the alchemist could have dried the leaves before it withered but, considering no one in town really knew how alchemy worked, well… he supposed the alchemist was able to make tea leaves out of moonflowers thanks to alchemy.
He had finished delivering today’s mails so he was on his way to get the packages the villagers wished to send out. As usual, his cart was pretty much empty as he slowly made his way to the atelier.
The sun was just about to set when he reached the atelier and he stopped when he saw the clay golem take water from the well before it entered the atelier while the alchemist watched it with that little frown of theirs that usually meant they were thinking of something that needs to be optimized or another.
“That one ‘bout ready to be shipped then?” He asked curiously, having seen the clay golem walking around the atelier a week or so now.
“Not yet. Still have to rebuild it.” The alchemist answered as they turned to face him, “Come on in. I’m still finishing my last request for the day. I made tea.”
The courier perked up.
He hoped it was moonflower tea but he wouldn’t mind if it was the usual hibiscus tea that the alchemist seemed to prefer. He placed his empty cart out of the way so it wouldn’t block the road.
Even though he was pretty sure that he was the only one who used this road anyway.
He entered the small atelier and looked around. It looked the same as usual. That device that the alchemist calls an ‘item rebuilt’ device held some kind of wood carving of an eagle of some kind. He had probably seen the alchemist request him to peddle similar carvings to the Archives about 24 times now. And it seemed he would be peddling another one next week as well.
He sat on the small dining table and waited as the alchemist poured him a cup of tea.
The last time he tried to pour himself a cup, the teapot bit his finger, so he decided to not touch anything unless the alchemist handed it to him.
His face brightened when he smelled moonflowers and asked, “Made another batch?”
“Just a small one.” The alchemist replied with a shrug, “Figured I’d treat myself.”
They were about to say something but the small cauldron let out a poof of colorful smoke and they said instead, “Take your time. I’ll just prepare the daily mails now.”
The courier nodded as he took a sip of the moonflower tea, watching the alchemist take out what seemed to be some kind of doll out of the small cauldron.
Huh.
He wondered what the story behind that one would be this time.
============== Actual Answer to the Ask ==============
… so… before anything else, I did base the idea of an alchemist working on an atelier from the Atelier series (because I was playing Ryza when I first got your ask) and they have this reoccurring character named Pamela who is actually a ghost… that haunts a teddy bear… Because of how we set up this ask and answer portion, I am immediately thinking of Desmond as Pamela which is funny because Pamela usually looks like these:
So now I’m just imagining Desmond as a ghost wearing an Assassin outfit that feels more gothic and fluffy? Like a mix of Ezio’s mentor robes and Evie’s Master Assassin robes but more flowy so his clothes would float whenever he appears like an actual ghost.
My initial idea was to keep the doll as a white teddy bear with a red ribbon the same color as Altaïr’s sash but let’s up the creepy factor. The doll looks exactly like Desmond in his ghost outfit but seemed to be made of fabric instead of porcelain or wood. It’s super weird because this doll? It never gets dirty. No matter where it’s been thrown or even when it was thrown in a fire, the damn thing still stays as pristine as always regardless of what happens to it.
Now, since we sent Desmond back in time, this does mean that we have an option of Desmond either haunting the Templars or the Assassins.
Honestly?
I think it would be funny if Desmond is haunting the Assassins XD
Altaïr:
Umar actually finds the doll in one of the bureaus, slumped over and looking quite pathetic. When he asks where the doll came from, no one can answer him and the Rafiq guessed one of the novices bought it for a girl or something but he got rejected. Sounds convoluted for Umar but if no one’s claiming it, can he take it? The Rafiq goes sure and Umar gives the doll to Altaïr as a sorta present as well as an apology because he couldn’t get Altaïr any other toy. Altaïr loves it because it’s so soft and pretty.
When Umar dies, Altaïr hugs the doll as he cries himself to sleep and he feels a gentle hand caress his hair. He falls asleep feeling a warm presence that he thought might be Umar.
When Ahmad tried to open the door to Altaïr’s room to ask forgiveness, he is unable to do anything because he felt a cold presence in the room, glaring down at him. The force is so strong that he lost all strength and fell on his knees crying as he begged forgiveness from Umar’s ghost. He still kills himself but his crying caused enough noise that nearby Assassins went to check it out and saw him do it.
The shouting coming outside woke Altaïr up but he hears a voice tell him to go back to sleep so he does.
Altaïr only heard the rumors that Ahmad had killed himself in front of their room but he didn’t actually see it. Al Mualim was never able to snuff out that rumor and Abbas hears of it as a child as well. This only made him hate Altaïr because he believes his father dying is Altaïr’s fault. (Which is really him being unable to cope with his father’s death and his father’s decision to die instead of living to stay with his son)
The doll stays in Altaïr’s room and Abbas likes to insult Altaïr for having it but Altaïr ignores him which only angers Abbas.
Assassins patrolling at night swears they see a ghostly apparition floating around. Altaïr’s floor has the most sighting but the mentor’s offices seemed to be the ones to have the most activity.
Mostly… everything looked off? Nothing is missing at all but it all looks off.
Desmond has been slowly moving everything an inch to the left.
Ezio:
Ezio finds the doll in the Sanctuary, slumped down near the bars of Altaïr’s statue. He tried to give it to Claudia who glared at him as she asked if Ezio remembered how old she was right now. Ezio just backed away from the room and made a tactical retreat.
In the end, he leaves the doll next to Petruccio’s box of feathers and asked the doll to keep his mother company.
The maids start hearing whispers coming from Maria Auditore’s room but they assumed it was the madame talking to herself.
Which only worried Claudia even more so she keeps an ear out for it.
When she heard the whispers, she runs as fast as she can to her mother’s room because she swears she heard two voices.
When she gets there, it’s only Maria Auditore in the room, holding the doll in her hands as she tells it stories about her children when they were young. Claudia doublechecks the room but there’s nothing there.
The next time Ezio returns to the Villa, Claudia tells him that his gift was slightly helping their mother. She was talking now but she… she keeps talking to the doll like it was a real person. She talks to everyone else but she keeps insisting on having afternoon tea with the doll and the maids are ordered to give the doll a teacup as well.
Mario thinks that this is some kind of coping mechanism for Maria. That she might have had a similar looking doll as a child and her broken mind had latched on to it. Right now, it was safer to let Maria do as she likes. If she starts doing something dangerous, that’s when they should take the doll. Otherwise, they risk breaking Maria even further if they take the doll now.
When Ezio visits Maria, Maria smiles at him and tells him to join their tea party. “Oh, Ezio, come join us. Desmond always love hearing stories about you.”
After Ezio’s meeting with Minerva, he wonders… if his mother knew who this ‘Desmond’ was…
Ratonhnhaké:ton:
Ratonhnhaké:ton finds the doll underneath the bed of the room Achilles gave him in the homestead. By then, he knew Achilles had a child who died and assumed that the doll was the child’s. He placed it inside a drawer he wasn’t using before leaving.
When he returns to the manor, the doll was sitting on top of the small bedside table in Ratonhnhaké:ton’s room and Ratonhnhaké:ton just assumed Achilles placed it there. He ignored it because he knows how much of a sore subject the death of his family is. He didn’t even realize that Achilles would have never entered his room without permission.
Achilles is the one who ‘feels’ Desmond the most. Mostly, he would see a ghostly figure leave the manor or enter it, hearing the creaking of the floorboard and even the ceiling.
He ignores all of it because… he actually believes it’s the ghost of one of his apprentices. With the small glimpses he saw of it, he believes it might be Hope and he believes this is another punishment.
Desmond doesn’t really play pranks on Achilles unless Ratonhnhaké:ton leaves the homestead after he has an argument with Achilles.
Because of this, Achilles believes that Hope is chastising him for being too hard on Ratonhnhaké:ton.
Desmond has noooo idea who Hope is but it makes Achilles more open to his ‘suggestions’ so… well… it might sound bad but he doesn’t mind pretending to be another ghost.
Achilles and Desmond usually play chess but Desmond only moves his pieces when there’s no one around.
The people of the homestead believe that the manor has a ghost living in it but it’s a benevolent one.
Other possible haunting locations:
The captain cabin of Aquila, Jackdaw and Morrigan (the doll was already there when they got the ships)
The train hideout in London
Café Théâtre in Paris
If you want ghost!Desmond to haunt the Farm, child!Desmond could find it under his bed
(ngl, this made me both think about my idea for a fanfic where Desmond is an alchemist with the setting of an Atelier game AND gave me an idea of Desmond actually replacing Pamela as the doll ghost when he gets kicked into one of the Atelier games… I wanna go for the Dusk Trilogy since she didn’t appear there at all and I think he’ll be a good friend to Ayesha. Plus, Atelier games are such chill games it would be a vacation for Desmond.)
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