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When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 2

I couldn't let the brain rot die

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Breath Danny, this is all fine. This was however not fine. Danny stared, mouth agape, food untouched, as The RED godamned HOOD sat across from him tearing into a burger and fries. The man had taken off his helmet and almost sent Danny into a panic before seeing he had another mask underneath. Which, honestly, shouldn’t be surprising, from what Tucker’s told him these bats are hella secretive and have an insane amount of contingencies. He thought back to the time when Tucker had tried installing similar plans in case of emergency, which mostly fell through after like two attacks. Only a few plans survived and receive semi-regular upkeep.

“Dude you gonna eat that or what?” Danny was pulled from their thoughts by the vigilante sitting across from them. Right, that. As a response they lifted a couple fries to his mouth and Ancients these are good. Hood let out a chuckle at whatever face Danny had pulled, before his voice turned a bit more serious.

“So how’d you come across the Joker? Much less put a crater in his gut?” Ah, so this was an interrogation, Danny can do an interrogation. He swallowed a few more fries before responding.

“Um, well, I was just walking back to my dorm, and the guy jumped out of an alley and grabbed me. He started talking about the Waynes and… some other stuff. So I panicked and then he was dead.” Danny trailed off, stuffing the burger in his mouth to avoid talking more. And if it weren’t for his nerves this burger would have tasted amazing, but at this moment it was just a burger.

Hood nodded, “And the smoking crater? Are you a meta or something?” And there was the question Danny constantly thinks about because yes, technically he would be considered a meta, after all his dad and his sister both have the gene so it would be so easy to explain away his powers like that. But it felt so much like a lie. Like he was denying the fact of his true nature. But Danny also really didn’t feel like explaining the complexities of ghosts at whatever Ancients forsaken time it is, to the Red Hood, over a burger and shakes. So he nodded, gesturing flippantly with his hand in a vague either or motion.

Hood looked weary but took the answer nonetheless. “I took care of the body and called some friends. Do you mind if I tell them who did it or would you like to keep it under wraps?” He said, leaning back in the booth.

“Umm,” Danny ducked his head and dropped his hand to his lap, “I’d rather not have my name or face publicized, if that's alright.” Hood Hmm’d in agreement before tilting his head to one side, A smile smile tug at the corner of his lips which, if Danny wasn’t under an intense amount of stress right now, would actually be kind of cute.

“Speaking of,” Hood said, his tone shifting to something Danny couldn’t detect, “I don’t believe I got your name.” and that’s a lie, Danny had told him in the alley way. But then, Hood had been in a bit of shock so maybe he forgot?

“It’s Danny,” Danny said again, a bit more sure this time, “Danny Fenton.” He paused for a moment before tacking on “ He/ they” and holding out his hand for Hood to shake.

That smile on the vigilantes face grew more as he took Danny’s hand, “Hood, he/him. Pleasure to make your acquaintance” was that a wink? It was hard to tell with the domino mask, but did RED HOOD just fucking wink at them.

“So how old are you Danny? You said you were heading back to your dorm, are you a student?”

It took a few moments for their brain to catch up before Danny replied, “Yeah, I just turned 20, I’m starting my first semester at Gotham U in a couple days. I’ve uhh,” Danny ducked his head again, reaching to rub at the back of his neck, “I’ve only actually been in Gotham for like three days.” he muttered sheepishly. Looking back up at Hood through his bangs.

“You’ve only been in Gotham for for three days,” hood whispered to himself, his brows drawing together in confusion, “And you killed the Fucking Joker???” He half shouted, incredulously.

Danny’s Head shot around scanning the dingy burger joint, no one seemed to have noticed. Hood looked apologetic, then a war of emotions fluttered across his face before that smile, that Danny had now decided is definitely cute (Cause that’s not a lot to unpack), crept its way back onto the man’s face.

“So what do you study?” Hood asked, resting his chin on his hand and tilting his head just slightly.

Danny fought the blush threatening to creep up their face because no, no this serial killer crime boss is not cute you absolute idiot. And instead they launched into an explanation of how theyŕe majoring in Aerospace engineering and Astronomy, because this is his obsession and he could talk about his obsession all day if he could.

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Jason stared at the man before him, excitedly explaining a bunch of star stuff that, to be honest, he didn’t really understand. But this man was so goddamn cute. Danny apparently is the kind of person that talks with their hands when they get excited, because the wild gestures they were making only managed to captivate Jason more.

The two talked for almost another hour before Jason had to drop them off at their dorm because, “You almost got murdered once tonight and you got lucky, I’m going to escort you home whether you like it or not.” before returning to his patrol route.

He made a mental note while he was beating up a potential mugger, to look into this Danny Fenton, to maybe meet in civvies, because there is no way Jason is going to lose this guy.

Dying at this idea I just had: People become convinced Danny is the love child of Bruce Wayne (known manwhore) and Harley Quinn, because

-he looks just like a young Bruce, if (somehow) marginally paler, but with Harley’s button nose and big eyes.

-Then there’s his big, Harleyesque personality with Bruce’s faith in humanity and both’s proclivity for taking action against what they see as wrong.

-He’s a gymnastics champion like Harley with real intelligence buried deep under layers of plain silliness, though much more capable sobering up when situationally appropriate.

-Dangerous big animals love them and they have no answers why

-Both Danny and Bruce have BDE (Big Dad Energy)

-(also both Danny and Harley are high key metas but everyone just doesn’t mention that)

Both Harley and Danny do everything in their power to feed the rumors (without saying anything directly, that would be cheating), including Harley egging Bruce on camera while shouting “pay up bitch!” And Danny taking up wearing one of Harley’s jackets.

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Paparazzo: Danny do you care to comment on the rumour that you are Harley and Bruce's child?

Danny, wearing Bruce's shades and Harleys jacket, carrying a comically oversized mallet: I have no idea what your on about! Anyway, I gotta go feed the hyenas! Ivy will string me up of they chew the plants again!

Harley sees this and wipes a tear of pride : that's my boy!

New headcanon that the whole family carries on their own versions of the Brucie Wayne persona in order to keep up appearances, giving the whole family a reputation of a bunch of beautiful idiots. Everyone EXCEPT Damian. He understands the necessary evil of it, but he can't. He can't do it y'all it's beneath him.

So this child, who is known among the other children at his school to talk like he swallowed a dictionary and get into screaming matches with his history teachers, gets the title of The Wayne Family's Single Brain Cell. This is furthered by the fact that every time he's seen in public he has an exhausted expression on his face like

He becomes a localized meme. The Baby Wayne, fighting for his life every day against his family of well meaning morons.

The jokes go for YEARS until Bruce fucks up in an interview and exposes how smart he is….. man is suddenly fighting for his LIFE trying to play it off as being such an airhead that all his intelligence got missed

The entire family had to get (official) and publish their IQ tests because everyone could not shut up about it and it only made things worse

The kids blame Bruce entirely for having to restructure their personas into something smarter which is fair because it’s true but they still blame him for it so they refuse to help him manage his new persona

Damian’s LOVING it. FINALLY, his family are not acting like COMPLETE IDIOTS in PUBLIC— his only regret is that he’s no longer The Smart One

It eventually is spun into the bat clan still being idiots but with specific hyperfixations that they are top of the line when it comes to knowledge.

And if Brucie Wayne’s is about how to properly run a good company that treats employees like human beings?

Well it’s just means people have a lot more arguments on whether or not Bruce means to trip, slap or otherwise insult Luthor in public.

Headcanon that Tim starts taking better care of himself after losing his spleen. He takes his antibiotics religiously, actively avoids injuries in the field, stays home when he is sick, sleeps at least 6 hours and has a healthy diet, listens to and obeys Alfred and Leslie when they tell him he needs to rest or not patrol. Tim is so good about keeping himself healthy that when he ran the statistics, he realized he was more efficient, made less mistakes in the field, and patrolled more because he didn't have to take time off to heal (it also meant Alfred scolding him less).

Surprisingly, Damian is the first one to notice Tim's sudden change in behaviour, and he is also the first and only one to follow Tim in his steps. The two of them team up several times in the field because they cannot deal with the others' recklessness.

As a matter of fact, Tim blew up in Bruce's face once when Batman almost drown in Gotham Harbor (What the fuck, Bruce? Sit. Did I or did I not tell you to move? "Oh, we have to save the Joker!" Just let him choke, you delusional—). Bruce did not drown, but he did get pneumonia and neither of his younger children let him live it down for a month. He almost cried. Alfred was very supportive of the kids' campaign.

Damian constantly side eyes Dick and Jason, and makes pointed comments about their habits. He would pinpoint how exactly Nightwing could have avoided being stabbed, and throw out every single beer can in Jason's fridge whenever he catches Red Hood slipping.

The worst part? It doesn't stop in Gotham. Red Robin and Robin bring it to the entire superhero community. It's a problem.

Damian would be such a little shit about it too.

Damian: Cease your infernal movement you insipid creatures. This would not have happened if you didn’t insist on patrolling with a sprained ankle and you didn’t decide to ignore the bullet hole in your arm. Sometimes I truly wonder why Father keeps you around, but I realize your presence dulled his IQ to be on par with your own. A great tragedy, yes, but nothing can be done about it.

Dick to Jason: …did he just call me flinching an infernal movement?

dp x dc prompt: blood sons au

the reason why damian is so confident that he's the only blood son is because talia tracked down every single one of bruce's flings who got pregnant and killed them. danny's birth mother was one of them (for added lore, let's say she was maddie and alicia's little sister. maddie jokes that she and her sister had the same taste in men) and talia left him for dead but maddie revived him with ectoplasm. bruce finds out about this after damian off-handedly mentions it.

it happens at a gala. bruce, dick, damian and tim are the only ones in attendance. everything's going well until dick remarks that sam manson's plus one looks an awful lot like bruce. he teases that their dad might have another hidden son.

damian says, "that's impossible. mother killed all the other potential blood heirs and their mothers."

bruce stills. "SHE DID WHAT."

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This is purely an indulgent fic for me, so it might not be the best of my work. TW: Mentions of murder, blood, death, and injuries

Blood Sons 1/1

Maddie stared in horror at her baby sister’s cooling body. Her throat had been slit ear-to-ear, her blood pooling around her.

Maddie and Jack had come running when Marie called her, frantic, raving about how someone was after her and…

“Danny.”

Maddie looked in the nursery and found her newborn nephew with a stab in his little chest. What kind of monster would do this to a child? She felt like breaking down crying. Maddie lost her sister and nephew in one day, and all because she had been too slow.

“Mads, he’s still breathing,” Jack said.

Maddie felt a bit of hope blossoming in her chest, and she squashed it ruthlessly. She had to get Danny to a hospital.

“We have to call 911. We have to—”

Right in front of her eyes, the little chest stopped moving. No. NO! She would not lose her nephew. The only thing she had left of Marie. In a crazed desperation, Maddie took the ectoplasm from her pouch and poured it into her nephew’s mouth.

“Maddie, no, what are you doing?”

“What I have to,” she answered.

At first, nothing happened. Then the wound started closing and finally, finally, her little nephew started crying loudly. She never thought she would love to hear the sound of a newborn’s piercing cries, but here she was. She picked Danny up and started rocking him and singing to him.

“How is he? Is he—” is he normal? Is he alive? Is he a ghost now?

Jack wanted to ask, but seeing the desperate look in his wife’s eyes and how she held the little newborn, Jack couldn’t bring himself to ask the questions. Seeing her carry Danny made something blossom in his chest. He would protect both his wife and Danny.

It seemed he had a son now.

16 years Later

Danny couldn’t do it anymore. The lies, the responsibilities were slowly taking him to a second death. Now, he had just been told he was to be crowned the Ghost King as was his right by conquest. (The sarcasm was heavy in his last thought.)

He had to tell his parents the truth. He felt he was drowning.

Danny left the portal invisibly and passed through the ceiling until he reached his room. He rubbed the scar on his chest. (One his parents never told him how he got, even if he could guess after hearing what happened to his birth mother. He didn’t know how he had survived…)

Danny packed a little bag and stuffed some money into it just in case the reveal went wrong. (Better safe than sorry.) Thankfully, he had been saving money and had a little over three thousand dollars. Plus, Tucker had opened him a bank account under an alias. He had gotten him fake IDs and birth certificates.

Sam had deposited a certain amount from her ridiculous allowance in the bank account. If push came to shove, he could run to the Ghost Zone; he was the ruler of the place, after all.

Ancients, he was a fucking king.

“No, don’t think about it, Danny. Break down later. Tell parents the truth right now.”

Danny opened the group chat and pre-typed ‘Code Black Out’ in case things went south. Code Black Out would ensure that Tucker would release a virus destroying everything the Dr. Fentons had found out, while Danny would do his best to destroy as many weapons as possible and the portal.

Danny wouldn’t tell his friends and sister that he would tell them the truth; they would try to talk him out. He hadn’t even told them yet that he had discovered he was the new King of the Infinite Realms.

Danny wanted his parents. He wanted them to take part in the responsibility and tell him everything would be fine. Danny wanted their comfort and acceptance. He took a deep breath and walked down to the lab.

His parents were busy looking over some blueprints for some new invention.

Danny took a deep breath, “Mom, dad, there’s something I have to tell you.”

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Wayne Gala, Gotham, One year later

Damian had a killer headache. He was mildly concussed, and every little noise and the bright lights made him feel sicker and sicker. Unfortunately, as it was his birthday, he had to attend the insipid gala. (At least it was for a cause he could get behind.)

Still, he was the son of the Bat, the heir to the mantle and heir to the Demon’s head; he could handle a slight headache for one night. Damian gritted his teeth as his father clinked a glass of champagne.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I welcome you to this gala in support of the shelters of Gotham. I want to propose a toast. To Damian Wayne, my youngest, who wanted to celebrate his eighteenth birthday by helping creatures less fortunate.”

“To Damian,” the crowd called out. His head throbbed at the yell.

“Was that really necessary, father?” Damian asked, trying to ignore the headache, “it was pointless and caused my headache to become a migraine.”

Bruce frowned, “I’m sorry, son. You know it would’ve been expected at an event like this. We could leave early if you want?”

Damian waved away the suggestion and discreetly drank two pain meds. The room was spinning a little, but he didn’t tell his father lest he worried needlessly.

Richard and Timothy walked toward them after they had mingled with the crowd. They looked cheerful, but Damian could see the tightness in their eyes. It was typical for Timothy to hate these types of events (as most of them did; actually, everyone but those three had been able to avoid coming to the gala, and Damian envied them.), but Richard loved causing problems during the gala, always looking for attention as Richie Grayson.

“What’s got you in a mood, Richard?”

“How are you feeling, baby bat? Dizzy, queasy, do you need to leave?”

Aw, Richard was worried about Damian.

“Tt, I’m fine, Richard. It’s just a little bump. If there’s anyone we should worry about here, it should be Timothy.”

Timothy glared at Damian. He looked dead on his feet and swayed a little. Damian knew Timothy wished the flute of champagne in his hand was a cup of coffee instead.

Richard interrupted when Timothy was about to open his mouth and say something stupid.

“Masons at 12 o’clock.”

They all groaned. The Masons were annoying, always trying to find a way to climb the social ladder by pawning their 17-year-old daughter toward anyone in her age range. Thankfully, the girl was nothing like her parents and cared for animals, but Damian found dealing with her parents draining. With his concussion, it would be grueling to listen to their vapid chatter.

There was a boy with dark hair shuffling behind the Masons.

“Heh, Samantha’s plus one looks a bit like Bruce. Maybe dad has another hidden son,” he teased while elbowing Bruce. Bruce frowned at his oldest, “That’s not funny, Dick.”

“And not possible. I’m the only blood son.”

Timothy snorted; how unbecoming.

“Demon spawn, you are literal proof that accidents happen.”

If Damian hadn’t been concussed, he would’ve kept silent. However, his brain-to-mouth filter had been shot, so he said something he swore he would keep secret.  

“That's impossible. Mother killed all the other potential blood heirs and their mothers.”

It wasn’t until his father stilled that Damian understood what he said. His eyes widened in fear as his father yelled, “TALIA DID WHAT?”

Everyone stopped and stared at their father, even the Masons. Their daughter, Samantha, used the opportunity to loosen her mother’s grip and disappeared into the crowd with the boy that had been following them.

Now that Damian had gotten a good look at him, he did look like his father.

Damian let himself be herded into his father’s study by his brothers and Bruce.

“Tell me everything now, Damian.”

Damian rubbed his temples; the headache was now a migraine.

“I didn’t want you to know because I saw no point. The deed was done; I didn’t want you hurting or feeling guilty,” Damian whispered.

“Baby bat, please, tell us.”

Damian sat down and looked anywhere but his father, “Mother wanted me to be the blood heir to the Bat, the only heir. She tracked down any woman you had relations with, father, and if they had offspring. Well,” Damian took a deep breath, not wanting to say the next thing, “She disposed of the woman and child.”

Silence rang through the room. It was broken by Pennyworth opening the door.

“Masters, is there a reason you left the gala unattended,” Pennyworth asked; there was no judgment in his voice.

“How many, Damian? Do you know how many she—how many she killed?” His father asked.

Both Richard and Timothy looked green and saddened by the news. Damian felt a pang in his heart. He consciously tried not to think of the siblings his mother had killed. After all, what was past was past; best to leave it there. It was his stupid fault that his family now had to carry that burden, too.

“I don’t know. Mother never gave me a number of how many she—disposed of. She just told me that I was the one and only true heir to the mantle of the cowl. I didn’t think much about it until I got here. Now I wish—I wish I had gotten to know those siblings. I wouldn’t mind sharing.”

“Why did you never tell us, Dami,” Timothy asked.

“I didn’t want to burden you with the knowledge. After all, it happened. I thought it would be kinder to let you live in ignorance.”

His father turned his back to Damian and looked out the window. He was brooding.

“That wasn’t your call to make, Damian. I think I deserve to know of the children I have lost.”

Bruce turned back around, and Damian flinched at his father’s unshed tears.

“I have to investigate. I must find out how many she—” a sob left his father’s throat.

“Master Bruce,” I think it’s best I tell the guests you and the boys have decided to have a little celebration away from them so you can calm yourselves down.”

“Yes, thank you, Alfred,” his father whispered.

The small family stayed in the study for an hour before returning to the gala. Somehow, they had been able to fake it the rest of the night.

Unknown to the rest of the family, Tim got hold of a glass Daniel Fenton had drunk from. The kid looked too much like Bruce, and he had to be sure. After all, crazier things had happened.

Two days after the gala

Bruce had been searching for Talia for the past two days. She didn’t answer Jason’s or Damian’s calls. To say Bruce was angry would be an understatement. If his anger were to take form, it would be an unyielding sun hurtling toward Talia.

It wasn’t only anger.

He felt overwhelming grief for all the children he had never known about, for the lives they and their mothers lost because they had the misfortune of meeting Bruce Wayne.

By now, all his living children knew what Talia had done. They were all rabid and out for blood. How dare Talia take a sibling, let alone multiple from them? How dare she put it on Damian’s shoulders and have the youngest among them carry that burden all this time?

Jason was the most livid of them all. He had always had a soft spot for children, and to find out that some of his siblings had been killed just for being born? Well, Talia had better never show her face to him again.

Dick hadn’t left the manor and stayed behind his father, making sure the man didn’t lose himself in his brooding. Tim and Cassandra had both stayed silent. Duke had an air of melancholy around him, and Stephanie used the punching bag more often and also used her room in the manor. Even Alfred, ever the pillar of the family, had become dispirited. He didn’t quip and went through the motions of caring for the household.

Damian had seldom left his room since he revealed what his mother had done. He felt ashamed of the part he played.

(He may not have killed his siblings directly, but his birth caused their death.)

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Barbara was busy looking for information on the children when Tim called her.

“I did something without telling Bruce, and now I don’t know how to tell him the results,” Tim frantically told her.

“Calm down, baby bird. Start from the beginning.”

Tim took a deep breath, “Remember that kid we told you about? The one started this whole debacle?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I was suspicious. He looked too much like Bruce. I took one of his used glasses and ran a DNA test.”

There was silence.

“Tim, what did the test say?”

She knew, though, there was a reason Tim was frantic.

“Bruce is the father,” Tim said before laughing a bit manically, “One of our siblings survived, and I have no idea how to tell dad!”

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In the end, Barbara found four kids. Only one of them was still alive.

Daniel James Fenton. Biological mother, Marie Rebecca Fenton, had been found brutally murdered in her home, and her newborn son with a chest wound. (Somehow, the child had survived.)

His biological aunt and her husband had adopted him. When he was fourteen, he was in a lab accident that left him with a weakened heart.

(It wasn’t weakened, but they didn’t know that.)

Daniel would turn eighteen in three months. Damian had a younger brother.

Bruce stared at the photo of Marie Fenton. He remembered her; she had been a flight attendant he had had a fling with.

He clicked toward the next tab.

Daniel looked a lot like Bruce, down to his baby-blue eyes. He had his mother’s nose and the shape of his mother’s lips, but everything else was undoubtedly Bruce.  

Bruce had no idea what to do. He wanted to meet his son so badly (his youngest), but he didn’t want to pop up into Daniel’s life and turn it upside down.

Besides, he looks happy with his current family; he thought as he looked at the photo of the Fentons.

“Father,” Bruce turned to look at Damian.

“Yes,” he asked, no emotion in his voice.

His youngest, no, his second youngest, flinched.

“I finally found out where mother is. It’s not, well, it’s not pretty.”

It turned out that a few months ago, Talia had been attacked. She wasn’t dead but in a coma that not even the pits could heal.

“Why did no one tell me,” Damian demanded to Talia’s servant, “I am her son. I deserved to know.”

Bruce stared at Talia’s prone form. This woman who had given her Damian had also taken a lot from him and was now still. She looked like an innocent person while wires and tubes adorned her body. He couldn’t ask her why. Bruce couldn’t shake her and demand she bring back her children. He couldn't take out his grief and anger on her. Not at the moment, not if she didn’t wake.

(Bruce didn’t know that his youngest was connected to the dead, and the dead always demanded retribution. So, when the King of Ghosts was petitioned by his deceased mother to get revenge for her, he listened.

However, he hadn’t wanted that vile woman anywhere near his kingdom. So put her in eternal sleep. A sleep that was helped because of her time spent in the Lazarus pits. She wouldn’t die, but she had no chance of living.)

On Damian’s instance, Bruce transferred Talia to a private hospital so Damian could visit her. As much as he wanted to deny this request, Bruce knew he couldn’t say no to Damian. Evil as she was, Talia was still Damian’s mother.

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“I got it,” Danny yelled as he opened the door.

A few months before his eighteenth birthday, Danny met his biological father.

Danny had no idea what to think of Bruce Wayne. He had only seen the man in magazines and news articles. The only time he had seen him in person had been a few weeks ago at a gala Sam had forced him into going.

Now here he was in his living room, talking to his parents.

“I know it’s a shock; it was to me, too. And I don’t want to intrude or anything, but I wanted to meet you at least once. To let you know about me.”

 “How’d you even find out about me?” Danny asked, suspicious.

“When I saw you at the gala, you looked an awful lot like me. I got curious. Then I found out about Marie,” there was a moment of silence, “and I had to come and see you. I would like a paternity test, and if you are my son, I want to be there if you accept me. Even if you don’t, I want to set up a trust fund for you.”

What the Fentons didn’t know was that Bruce had already started the process of starting a trust fund. He couldn’t tell him he had already run a DNA test lest they get angry for the breach of privacy.

“Do you know what happened to Marie?” Maddie asked.

“Yes, it saddened me when I found out about the tragedy. Unfortunately, I know how much losing a family member hurts.”

 Danny had agreed to the paternity test; to his surprise (but not Bruce’s), it came back positive.

“Dude, ask your dad to get you the latest in Wayne Tech.”

“Tucker, man, he’s not my dad,” Danny protested as he held Sam’s hand.

“Okay, but he owes child support; the least he could do is hook you up with that sweet, sweet tech.”

Sam rolled her eyes and took out nail polish. She began painting Danny’s nails.

“Wait till mom and dad find out they’ve been snubbing a Wayne. It’s gonna be funny when they find out.”

“That’s only if I decide to go public with this. I already have enough on my plate with being the Crowned Prince of the Infinite Realms.

After his reveal to his parents (they had taken it surprisingly well), they had marched straight to the Observants’ chambers. They demanded the Observants postpone Danny’s coronation until he at least finished college.

“The Realms have gone this long without a king. What’s a few years more,” his mom had asked.

“Yeah, Dann-o deserves to live his life a little before being bogged down with responsibilities,” his dad had said.

Ancients, did Danny love his parents. It helped that now that they knew, he could give him his contingency plans in case he ever went dark.

(They had been horrified that Danny had plans to basically kill himself, but they had kept it to themselves and destroyed any blood blossoms they could get their hands on.)

Danny sighed, “I have no idea what to do. He has other kids, and apparently, they’re eager to meet their ‘youngest brother.’

“I’ve met them a few times,” Sam said as she took Danny’s other hand, “Considering they’re a billionaire’s kids, they are pretty down to earth. The youngest, I mean the second youngest, even cares about animal welfare and is a vegetarian. He saved a cow from the slaughterhouse.”

“I don’t know,” Danny said.

A few days after his eighteenth, Danny’s curiosity finally got the better of him. He decided to join a group chat with Bruce’s others children. He liked Dick’s puns and jokes, Jason’s morbid sense of humor, Tim’s love for engineering, Stephanie’s sassiness, Cass’s love of teasing, and Duke’s straightforwardness. Damian didn’t join the chat, which led Danny to conclude that Damian probably didn’t like Danny much.

(Damian was ashamed of what his mother had done and didn’t think he deserved to get to know his younger brother.)

 Danny decided to meet the rest of his brood three months after meeting Bruce. It wasn’t until he saw Damian that Danny put two and two together.

“You have her eyes,” he accused Damian.

“What,” Damian asked, confused. Everyone tensed when Danny’s eyes glowed Lazarus green.

“You have the woman’s eyes who killed my birth mother,” Danny’s voice was distorted and sounded inhuman.

Damian felt a primal fear go through his soul. Everyone else tensed in terror at the aura Danny was dispelling.

Thankfully, they had met at the Fenton’s house. Danny’s parents had been able to calm Danny down. In front of them, Danny transformed. In his place stood a ghostly teen with white hair and glowing green eyes. There was an ice-blue circlet on his brow, and his finger had a ring that seemed to have the stars in the universe engraved into it. He suddenly disappeared from sight, causing the Wayne family to be surprised.

That was how they found out that Danny was the Ghost King; that was how Bruce found out another of his sons had died not once but twice.

(It’s how Damian found that his mother was now essentially immortal, doomed to sleep for the rest of eternity. He didn’t feel too bad for her but mourned his mother’s love.)

Danny flew to Marie’s lair; she had passed over after Danny got revenge for her, and she knew her child would be fine. Danny had decided to move Marie’s lair to Phantom’s keep; it was the least he could do to remember her.

Clockwork appeared by Danny and stayed silent.

“What do you think she would want me to do?”

“It’s not what she would’ve wanted, Daniel; it’s what you want.”

Danny wanted the past to stay in the past. He wanted to look toward the future.

Danny wanted to get to know his biological father’s family.

Danny didn’t think Damian would forgive him.

(Damian didn’t blame him.)

He went back home and looked toward the future.

Well, here it goes. I left an open ending on purpose. Like I wrote earlier, this is purely an indulgent fic which means I wasn't thinking about it just writing out what I felt would go with this prompt. Sorry if it's not good.

i love this

adding his birth mother as a ghost is such a good idea! now I'm thinking we could make it worse for bruce and have his murdered bio kids show up as blob ghosts

that would be super dark though, poor guy

This^^^

But since the mothers were murdered with the children that means that there was a possibility that they became full ghosts from the intense instinct to protect. And since the mothers have such a strong attachment to their children the kids could also become full ghosts. That means….there is also a possibility that these little ghost kids had the opportunity to somewhat grow up in the Realms. So when/if Danny meets the Wayne’s at the manor that means that there could possibly be a gaggle of ghostly children that could, and would, invade Wayne Manor.

What would be their ages? Like maybe the eldest could be about Dick’s age and a set of twins that was only a few months older than Danny. At least for the ones that were born and survived for those first few years. Who knows how many were killed while still in the womb. But like the ability to see and interact with all of the dead kids would make a huge Manor seem small and finally used like it would’ve been back in the day.

I had a sudden thought:

Many of Danny's Rogues are, in fact, his siblings, and he's the youngest. They're not planning on world domination, or causing suffering to the humans, or even anything truly nefarious.

No, they're simply feeling that older brother instinct to give your younger sibling a smack on the back of the head for no reason other than they'll start screaming and chasing you, and it's satisfying to mess with them. Especially when they try to fight back, but you put your hand on their head and they can't get you because you're taller and have longer arms :D

When Danny starts making friends with his Rogues, it's with Ember that he has the realization. She got to grow up into her teenage years, and only got found out because of her rising fame as a music star, so Talia was particularly vicious with setting fire to her family's place and ensuring they couldn't escape.

Investigating further, he realizes Ember, Kitty, Youngblood, and many other kid and teenage ghosts are all related through Bruce.

When Danny and his new siblings all move into Wayne Manor (Maddie and Jack went too, and they have their own place nearby where they can l get to their usual wacky shenanigans. I'm imagining they might end up teaching at Gotham Academy, and everyone adores big gentle giant Jack Fenton loke a second dad) and they find out Bruce and Co. are the Bats and Birds, most of them are happy to hang back and only get called occasionally for emergencies, Danny especially, but Kitty and Ember would go wild at the chance to be allowed to go kick ass. They rope Danny into it, so he never quite leaves the vigilante life, but he's not being forced to do it anymore. He just can't really say no to his big sisters (and their blackmail).

What if there were women’s cleanliness products that were marketed the way Old Spice stuff is? Like they had names like “Lioness” and “Sycamore” and “Wildfire” and “Hunter’s Moon” and they were touted as making you smell like a warrior queen who does not suffer fools and conquers all she beholds

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HELLO LADIES

have you felt the primal call of the unmerciful sea calling you to strike down those who would defy you? no? well if you stopped using overpriced flower-scented body wash and switched to SEA HAG, you might. 

look down.

back up. where are you? you’re a siren, bare-breasted and shrieking as you lure the unwary to their doom on the rocks below. and you smell amazing. 

what’s in your hand? back at me. it’s a vial of skin-nourishing ingredients, derived from the seaweed you used to strangle a hated foe. it does wonders for your skin tone and resilience, and we all can agree that we will need that resilience in the coming war.

look again: the seaweed is now a formal apology from the last man who unnecessarily tried to explain something to you.

anything is possible when you smell like a vengeful sea witch and embrace your own rage. i’m on a narwhal. 

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Dick- Hey, Tim. What's new?

Tim- I know that tone. I don't like that tone. What do you want?

Dick- Nothing! I just heard one of those psa's about checking in on the quiet people in your life. Making sure you're okay. Seeing what you've been up to.

Tim- Oh, you mean like getting married?

Dick- ...wut

Tim- Yeah, I married Connor last month.

Dick- What do you mean you married Connor?

Tim- What do you mean what do I mean? I married Connor. Do you have any idea what kinds of tax benefits we get? And besides, he's the son of one of the richest men on the planet.

Dick- Tim, you hold the entire Drake fortune. You are the CEO of Wayne Enterprises. You are the son of Bruce Fucking Wayne. YOU are one of the richest men on the planet.

Tim- Yes. But also tax benefits.

Dick- You forged documents to create an entire fake uncle, but you got married for real?

Tim- You told me not to forge legal documents anymore. What choice did I have? So if you think about it, this is on you.

Dick- You got married. And told NONE of us. For tax benefits?!??

Tim, smirking- I didn't say that was the only benefit.

I am a sucker for Tim just Doing Stuff™ and telling absolutely no one but the people who were there.

Like, this man doesn't tell anyone anything, so even the people who were there know only half the story and everyone has a different version of him in their minds.

So, Jason and Cass thinks he's dating Bernard, Dick thinks he's married to Connor for tax benefits, Bruce somehow still thinks Tim has a thing for Steph, and Steph thinks he has a crush on Connor. Damian does not care and is very loud about it, but also keeps hearing about the complicated love life of his brother and knows the most. Connor thinks Tim is in love with Bernard and Bernard thinks Tim is in love with Connor.

Is Connor and Tim together? Are they in a poly relationship with Bernard? Is Tim even dating anyone? No one but Tim knows and he wants it that way

The Batfam becomes convinced Danny is a clone/son and try to get a DNA sample. They can’t, not because Danny knows what they're up to, it’s just because he’s been so thoroughly ingrained with zero waste practices by Sam and never throws anything away.

Poison Ivy shows up and says he’s doing a good job, to which Danny fanboys about cause Sam turned him into her fan. Then she casually asks him if she can have some DNA to mutate her plants with and he just…gives it to her. No questions asked.

Ivy: here’s your stupid kid saliva, Hood. You so owe me for this

Red Hood: don’t worry, I’ll bring the goods next girls night

Batfam:

Red Hood: work smarter, not harder

Jason's body jerked on reflex when he felt someone grab his hand. Unable to pull away he swiftly looked down to face his assailant. The curses he was going to yell died on his tongue when he saw a little kid trying to pull him somewhere by his arm.

Dumbfounded, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm kidnapping you!" The kid growled, feet skidding on the ground where his ratty sneakers couldn't gain enough traction to help the poor kid. "How are you so heavy?!"

Jason, in all his 6ft and 200+ pound glory, just stared at the kid whose hands were too small to even cover one of his, what was he? Five? Jason lifted his arm taking the kid up with it. The kid looked so shocked by this and Jason took the opportunity to start asking questions, "So what did you wanna kidnap me for?"

Snapping out of his shock the kid replied with, "You are very dad shaped."

"What."

The kid seemed to realize what he said and backtracked a bit, "I don't need you to be my dad-dad just my fake dad."

That clarified things a little, "Why do you need a fake dad?"

"To avoid the foster system! I heard Gothams is really really bad and I've been living just fine on my own!" on his own?! A kid this small?! "But im pretty sure someone called the child cops or something cause people in suits keep trying to catch me or talk to me."

Aka Danny finds out hes a clone and is deaged to his actual age and is roaming around Gotham in the DC universe as a homeless farel child who keeps doing deranged things.

the plot twist is that the people in suits are just the rest of the bats.

YOU MADE ME CHOKE ON MY CAPRISUN

Now all I’m seeing is tiny Danny hiding behind Jason when the rest of the bats come barging in. There’s that split moment of perfect silence of bats looking at Jason and Jason staring back at the bats. Then of course Danny pokes his head out from behind Jason and stares at them too. They stare back. Much confusion is held. Then suddenly,

“See! I have a dad so you can’t take me!” Danny yells at the bats. Cute chubby baby fat cheeks pursed in a frown. Bright blue eyes flickering with determination.

“Jason, explain.” Batman says flatly.

“You know as much as I do. Now get the fuck out. You’re making my son feel uncomfortable.”

The real question is why the bats were so insistent to look for him in the first place. I mean, yeah he's a clone and looks like a tiny version of that bat (bonus points if its Jason and neither of them realize it) but I also like to think he originally got on the bats radar by blowing something up

Hmmm, something like this?

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Jason was finally rid of the rest of his family. Leaving only himself and the kid in the safe house. He had sat the kid on a barstool as he made food for the two of them.

“Alright kiddo. Let’s start with your name and how you got on Batman’s radar.” He stirs the pot of Kraft mac n cheese.

“Name’s Danny. And I guess it’s cause I blew up one of the warehouses out by the dock? But that wasn’t all my fault.” He adds quickly. “Uhh, actually it might’ve been when I went full Home Alone on some guys that were trafficking my friends. I think I blew up their base of operations too. Not sure, eh, don’t know don’t care.” The kid, Danny, innocently kicked his legs. The toes of his ratty sneakers making a soft tap tap tap noise as they hit the wall supporting the bar.

Jason turns and stares at Danny. Well, now he’s kind of concerned. What kind of smarts does a tiny kid like Danny have to have to be able to outsmart not one or two, but multiple adults?

“Alright. I can see how Batman might take interest in five year old that can make bombs and traps that can incapacitate someone at the best and kill them at the worst.” Jason turns back to the pot.

“I’m not five! I’m almost nine!” Danny protests with gusto.

“Could’ve fooled me!” Jason barks, laughter lacing his tone. “I know more than a few five year olds that are bigger than you!”

“Shut up! I just haven’t hit my growth spurt yet!”

Jason gets a call from Alfred and is just like, "Look, he grabbed me off the street and told me he was adopting me. Either that's just a thing that keeps happening to me or this kid is another of B's 'whoopsies'. Either way, I've got zero problems with keeping suits away. That includes batsuits."

Y’all mentioned clone but it would be even funnier if he’s a clone of Bruce or Dick. Like sure they’re looking for him because he’s their clone/child, but Danny prefers to stay with Jason anyways.

Dick wanting to raise his clone kid but every time he tries to talk to Danny about being his dad, Danny’s like “I already have a dad,” and latches onto Jason.

Jason’s like you heard kid, and if you try to take him from me I’ll shoot you. So on one hand Dick is happy jason is bonding with the kid, glad Danny’s not living alone, etc. but he also wants to be there for the kid too.

Jason doesn’t know why Danny just wants to be with him and not Dick but he’s not complaining. They just get each other. And Jason doesn’t really think Dick can handle this five year old who can and will make bombs.

A compromise gets made though, when there is Red Hood or Outlaws work that needs to be done Dick gets to babysit.

Unfortunately, the first time he's spending the weekend with his little clone, Dick didn't know the kid would be able to take the entire TV apart within the two minutes it took for him to find the broom and sweep up a broken cereal bowl.

How was he supposed to explain to Jason that the kid not only found a toolbox but disassembled a TV within that small amount of time? Simple, he wasn't going to do that.

Thankfully it was late enough that he could put Danny to bed.

"I haven't even put the TV back together?" Danny sounded genuinely confused.

"Don't worry about that, I'll deal with that after we get you to bed, okay?" He said with a smile, fully knowing he probably was not going to be able to do that.

After Danny was asleep he hurriedly dialed a number he knew well.

A second later the phone was answered.

"Hey, how's my favorite speedster doing?"

Dick didn't know that taking apart the TV was something Danny did on the regular and if he had called Jason and told him the truth he wouldn't have been so surprised the next time he came over to babysit when he set eyes on Danny in the livingroom surrounded by the parts of what appeared to be a disassembled toaster.

"Uh, Little Wing?" He called over his shoulder towards the kitchen where he guessed Jason was since he could smell food cooking.

He hummed as he looked over at where Danny was now putting the toaster back together, "Oh- don't worry, he does that sometimes, he can always put it back together in working order so I don't mind as long as he's careful."

"He puts the stuff back together?"

Jason nodded, "Yup, on occasion we'll take something apart together but last time we did that he explained how a cathode could be used to make a pulse rifle, so for my sanity I asked he never take any parts out of anything to make something else without permission."

Dick was starting to feel a little faint. "A pulse rifle?" His voice raised an octave.

"Maybe you should sit down, you're looking a little pale."

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"Dicki-bird. are you OK? Surely you knew how good he was already. I mean, weren't you looking for him cause of the warehouse?" "NO! We were looking for him because he was cloned from me by CADMUS, and we wanted to protect him. YOU MEAN THE WAREHOUSE WAS ALL HIM?!?!?!" *Danny poking him head round to watch, tilted head looks cute AF* "WAit! I'm a clone? Ohhhh that makes sense. I totally thought it was the warehouse thing. My bad!" Dick * internally screaming* "My bad huh? That's all you have to say for BLOWING UP A WAREHOUSE!" Danny "What, it's not my fault they were after the kids I rescued from them. The traffickers should have checked their surroundings better." Jason just nodding in the background.

"Squirts right, traffickers deserve to be blown up"

That night the bat chat gets wild. What the fuck is up with this kid.

No, no! This so works if he's Dick's clone! Dick had a tiny moral compass as Robin, sure he made puns but the whole reason Dick became Robin was to get revenge on his parents murder. This tiny 9 year old was ready to commit murder and anything in between to get what he wanted. Like, Bruce had to take Dick in to keep him off the streets and to corral his anger issues. And when Jason took the mantle, Dick absolutely lost his cool. Jason isn't the angriest Robin, Dick is. So Danny being like, "I did what I did and I have no qualms with my actions." Really sets in line for Dick to get a taste of his own shortcomings. He's gonna see what type of hellion he was at that age, see how stressed he made everyone and be like, "Wow... How did Bruce not kill me?"

It's such a fun take of that! And Jason is here for the vibes, to get back at Dick (just a little) and also be a good dad for Danny? Yes. All of the yes!

Just love when I visit previous posts to find the absolute chaos it has evolved into. ☺️💜💜 Anyways, I had this little scene pop into my head and I absolutely love it. ÒwÓ

Danny gets kidnapped. Whether it’s by force or choice idk. But this little chaos gremlin is going to have so much fun. So there he is, tied to a chair, at least two kidnappers staring him down each with a gun that could definitely be trained on him. He knows the bullets won’t kill him but he doesn’t feel like regenerating complicated organs and such. So instead Danny talks.

He talks and talks and talks. He talks about everything and anything except for what the kidnappers want to hear. Danny tells them about some daring cappers from his life on the streets. Maybe a few tales of escaping various bats. And to top it all off he delves deep into their psyche compliments of all the psych evals that Jazz went through.

By the end these kidnappers are ready to choke someone out. It might definitely be themselves they would like to do that to but eh, not Danny’s problem. Now that he’s worn down his captors he can put his plan into motion. In a few quick actions, Danny is out of his bindings and vaulting across the room towards the door. The two that were watching him don’t have enough time to react so they’re shoved aside and locked in the room when Danny shuts the door.

Now’s the fun part. ÒwÓ

By this point the bats have already figured out that Danny is missing. They’re probably on their way at the moment. This does nothing to control the chaotic energy demon that is a tiny Danny without a somewhat responsible adult. He quickly makes a flamethrower from random bits and bobs that he finds in the warehouse. It may have exploded a little at first because one of the kidnappers interrupted him as he was putting it all together but he was wearing safety protection so it’s fine. Even if the safety protection was a pair of old swim goggles and a pair of mismatched rubber dish gloves.

Now the whole of the warehouse has been set on fire at least once. There are burn and scorch marks on just about every surface possible. The group of kidnappers are brandishing fire extinguishers, their eyes hold untold horrors from the last hour.

The bats have arrived at the scene! Only to be welcomed by the sight of a smoking and smoldering warehouse and goons shouting out sightings following by screaming and the sounds of fire extinguishers. What happened? What is currently happening?

They get their answers when they’re finally able to break into the warehouse. All of the doors and exits had been locked, blocked, and reinforced so that, ideally, no one could get in or out. And oh the sight they found. It was almost as if Dante’s Inferno had come to the mortal plane. In the middle of it was of course, Mister Danny himself. When he catches sight of his dad, and the rest of the bats, he grins and takes off his goggles, resting them on his forehead. Black soot covers his entire face other than where the goggles had been initially.

“Hi dad!” Danny calls from his perch on top of an amalgamation of crates and furniture.

“Hey buddy!” Jason as Hood responds. “What are you doing?”

Danny grins wider before launching more flames at a goon that had tried to climb up the pile to get to him. “ARSON!!”

“Alright buddy.” Jason smiles under his mask.

One of the goons stumbles over to the group of bats. “Please, PLEASE, just take him! I don’t know how he did it but please just get him out of here!”

(I’m running out of steam so here’s a clunky conclusion)

Jason is able to talk Danny into coming home for dinner. They might go to the Manor just cause Jason doesn’t have extra oxygen tanks at their apartment to counteract all of the smoke Danny had definitely breathed.

When questioned about why the hell danny made a flamethrower and didn’t just escape he responds;

“ARSON! Arson fixes everything!!”

Let’s just say that Danny’s hodgepodge flamethrower was confiscated much to his chagrin. But Alfred’s cookies were good so he’ll let it slide. For now.

And dick just having mini existential crises like 'I wasn't that bad. I couldn't have been that bad...right?!.....r I g H T?!?!!'

.....think he would try to keep danny from learning gymnastics as a preventative measure or would he try to teach it to him and then regret it later when danny is now doing flips while committing arson? XD

DP x DC prompt - Midnight Muffins and Math HW

An immortal Danny finds himself making a home in Crime Alley

One of the first thing he notices is the disproportionate number of children (babies, they’re just babies) out on the street at night. 

Most Some of these kids look like they haven’t been to school in years.

Most Some of these kids have definitely skipped one too many meals.

Well Danny won’t stand for that.

With full access to the infinite wealth of the Infinite Realms and no longer needing to sleep, Danny opens up a 24-hr library cafe where anyone can come in for a hot meal and access to all sorts of books. He begins offering tutoring for the people who come in and also helps some of the adults apply to jobs. 

Danny definitely cries when one of the older teens tells him they are finishing their GED and applying to college because of him.

Now if only the creep in the red helmet could do something other than stare at him all night.

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One night while Danny is helping a kid with algebra a rogue comes in and tries to rob the place. Red hood is about to interfere when Danny stands up “Kids. Go in the back.” Danny walks to the cash register like planning on obeying. Once all the kids are away Danny turns to the rogue. Eyes pure black. His voice filled with an inhuman tone that feels like nails digging into the rogues chest

“You come into my haunt and threaten my honored guests. You shall never leave again.” Red hood watches as the teen’s face seems to split open with far too many teeth. The lights of the place flicker and go out. When they come back on the thieves were gone and Danny back to human form

Danny calls out “Come back kids. I’ll make cookies.” And the night goes on like nothing happened.

A few days later Danny suddenly has a few new waiters that always seem to be around. They look familiar. Red Hood makes note not to let his men mess with the cafe.

Danny kinda acting like one of the fair folk? Um…yes plz! I love the idea that he basically consumes them XD

Does he kill them and command their ghosts? Like, forcefully yeets them into the afterlife where he is their king and as such able to try and find them guilty and sentence them to community service? Or maybe he can just…command them and make them obey bc he’s king?

Or is he not a king in this and basically scares them so much they don’t dare step out of line. Maybe he has them stay a few days in fright knight’s sword and releases them to offer a deal. They can obey the rules and work for him, cleaning up their act along the way. Or they can go back in the sword until they die from fear. (Most take the deal) (oh mah goooosh!! Walker as manager XD)

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I also pictured Immortal!Danny is stuck in the form he died in. The 14 yo kid who looks young for his age.

And all of these ideas could potentially work. I was thinking less they were full on killed closer to how people describe Jazz as liminal.

Fair folk is where I got the inspiration. I was picturing basically being force fed ectoplasm containimated food that changed their bodies fundamentally. Making the cafe the only place they can safely obtain food they need to survive. Similar to the way myths describe food of the fae.

But there are other ways he could control them. Feel free to use your imagination. But him as the ghost king would be a fun addition to this. Imagine

Danny is cleaning coffee off the counter while some kids are arguing/practicing for a debate class.

In come fright knight. The kids tense up thinking there’s a villain attack. But Fright Knight drops to one knee infront of the counter and waits to be addressed.

Danny doesn’t look up from his work and begins making more cookies “Spooky you have permission to speak freely.”

Flight knight “Thank you your royal highness, King Phantom, Conquerer of the Second Great Infinite War…”

Danny cuts him off “Pumpkin, I know I said speak freely but please stop using my full title.” This confuses Red Hood, who’s nearby and thinks Pumpkin is a pet name. And doesn’t realize Danny is teasing the large knight for being trapped in a Pumpkin for thousands of years

Fright knight “My King… Your heir is asking to come visit you and sent me ahead to tell you to make a room.”

Danny “I’ll make a room. Tell Elle next time just text me. Did she say when she was gonna arrive?”

Fright knight “Tomorrow.”

Danny nods looking over at a former thief “Go get one of the guest rooms ready. Jack o lantern have a good night. You are dismissed.”

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Jason eventually gets up the courage to go inside. Walking in all the kids turn to look at Red Hood. A known protector of the area.

Danny greets his guest “Take a seat. You’re welcome to some coffee. It’s not often I meet someone new like myself in these parts. Would you prefer food I reserve for us or what I typically give the kids?”

Jason “I’m just here to make sure you aren’t doing anything shady. I don’t want kids to be hurt.” Danny bristles at this. Coming from behind the counter and wiping his hands on a towel

“These kids are my guests and are invited here. I will protect them from anything. Included the misguided attempts of helping them from heroes like yourself. Now what is it you want?” Danmy’s tone has gone serious extremely quickly. His pupils now too large for his eyes as he looks at Jason.

Jason “I want to be sure this place is truly safe for the children under your care.” Danny scoffs a bit

“Fine. Take a seat and I’ll get you coffee. As you aren’t one of the children you will be required to pay for it.” Danny in no way needed the money but wasn’t in the mood to give free coffee to someone so rude.

Danny turns to someone on waitstaff “Ember your music lessons with the kids start in an hour. Take your break now. You only have another five thousand community hours left. So please dedicate yourself to the rest of them diligently.

Danny puts the coffee infront of Jason and takes a seat. The irises and whites of his eyes now gone. Sitting infront of Jason was a small kid with pure black eyes that gave off the vibes of someone much older. Someone who held far more power than he should for his small teenage body. His tone had changed.

The kids meanwhile had picked up their food and quickly filed to the backrooms. Where kids who asked were given cots until Danny could finish constructing the official shelter he had been working on next door. There were rumors that a library was also planned to replace the cots in the back once the kids had a shelter.

Danny “Now. Let’s talk.” Danny’s voice sounded inhuman. And he was clearly ready to defend the kids here with his life.

Ahhhhhh it’s so good!!! I love the laws of hospitality and it is so cool to see them used with danny!!!!!!💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

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The laws of hospitality in this case only applies to invited guests. The kids Danny protects. If you come in uninvited Danny will be polite. But you don’t have the protection of hospitality in that case. Red Hood is playing a dangerous game here. He hasn’t even asked for hospitality.

Also yes I’m implying that Jason is also one of the undead who are faelike in this story. It’s why Danny offered him “Food for those like us”

Canon and most au Bruce: time to find a child to adopt! *Goes to the streets and shit*

Frankinrobin au Bruce, in the graveyard with Wally: ah! I want that kid! *Points at Jason's grave, Wally digging it up*

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Damian when he gets to the manor assumes all Bruce's children are alive. Meanwhile everyone else assumes Damian is undead. So unknowingly they freak him out when he finds out.

Damian: Grayson, may I please have a hand? *Damian asking for help.*

Dick: Sure? What happened? Ya good? *digging through the freezer with spare parts for when they get hurt. Pulling out a human hand* I think this one is your size.

Damian: What? Grayson I just want some help with homework. Why do you have a freezer full of body parts?

Dick: Just say that next time. And for when we need spares. I mean sometimes they can't just be reattached when they fall off. Hasn't Bruce given you the 'don't rip your stitches' lecture yet?

Damian: *silently horrified*

Another incident

Dick: Jason catch!

Jason turns and catches Dick's head that was flying at him: Bluebird you gotta stop swinging on the chandelier with loose stitches. Now we gotta drag ya down from there.

Damian walking in seeing Dick's severed head in Jason's arms. Runs over crying thinking Dick is head: Grayson!

Jason turning the head to look at Damian

Dick: What's wrong Dami? Did you have a nightmare?

Damian: *Looks horrified*

Wally also forgets that Damian is alive

Damian, gets a paper cut on his finger: ah, my finger...

Wally: oh there's so extra fingers in the freezer, what's missing?

Damian face: 😱

Wally: oh, right, alive... All I got are Disney princesses bandaids.

Damian: ... Can I have Cinderella?

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Damian after finding out all his siblings are undead

Damian: Why does father keep bringing back children? Why not just go to an orphanage and get some living children?

Dick: Living children don't fit his theme. Robins are undead to fit his asthetic.

Wally, getting paid to dig up kids, help bring them back to life, and babysitting: man don't tell him about orphanages, I got a family to take care of.

Dick: just go with his Dami, it's okay *pat Dami head*

Frankinrobin au

Wally: *talking to the young justice members*

Dick head rolling on the floor, everyone in horror and Wally picking his head up

Wally: dude, you can't keep popping your stitches out just because you want my attention, just ask like a regular person.

Dick: that's not fun though...

Wally, roll his eyes: whatever, let's reattach you.

Artemis: why are you calm about this!?

Wally: uh,,, *looks at Robin* it's a Robin thing you know? Actually seen worse.

Dick: oh hush, I take my heart out once and never heard the end of it.

Kaldur: ... You made Roy puke.

Dick, laughing: I know!

Wally: enough talking, where's your body?

Dick: on your bed, with the sewing kit.

Wally: we gotta talk about this premeditated attention grabber...

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This is how the yjl find out Dick is undead. Except for Kalder and Roy who have been his friends much longer.

Also Connor probably noticed the lack of heartbeat.

In my mind the Robin costumes have been modified to hide their stitches so the rogues don't figure it out at first. Until Harley accidentally knocks Robin's head off and screams. Thinking she accidentally killed her favorite birdy. And Robin just screams back and laughs. Having Harley get her sewing kit while they wait for Batman to come get him.

Yeah,,, Wally spent too much of his attention off of him and Dick wasn't having it. Kaldur still get traumatized by this, Roy gets sick, and Wally just shrugged lol mainly because Bruce makes him dig up his new child lol

Connor believed this was normal or something

And yes,,, poor Harley thought she killed her favorite rob but it's fine, she does grill Bruce why he's undead lol

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Dick absolutely goes his best crying routine and makes it out like Bruce kills children to make them into Robins. Harley is about ready to go on a massacre with her girlfriends by the time she confronts Batman.

Wally, covered in dirt after dug up another kid for Bruce, see Bruce and Harley fighting, looks at Dick: you did this?

Dick: yep *popping that p*

Wally: what's the lie we're going with?

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After Dick tells him the story

Wally: Perfect timing. Cause you have a new little brother waiting to be revived Rob

*fighting intensifies*

Harley: you killed another child!?

Wally, holding a fake crying Dick keeping the act up because Bruce made him dig all by himself

Bruce: Dickie bird... why would you tell her I'm a murderer...

Dick cuddling his new little brother who's still confused from being brought back: Why not?

Jason: Birdy?

Dick: He said his first word! Omg Wally he said his first word!

Wally, came back from a bath and new clothes: awww, also sir,,, you kinda left out what we're supposed to say when his head fall off... Ironic we sat through the no popping your stitches lecture, the stop taking your organs out, don't forget the make up tutorial to fix the undead part, and more.

Dick, cooing at his new baby brother: yep

Bruce: then why didn't you help calm Harley down?

Wally: sir, you left me in the graveyard digging him up, Gordon and I looked at each other as I held a small dead child in my arms. I'm wanted in the city of Gotham!

Dick: eh, give it a week they'll forget.

Wally: still.. very concerning.

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Jason takes just over a week to fully awaken. Spending most of that time being doted on by Dick or Harley who now has been filled in on the real story and adores the newest birdie. Trying to get Ivy to come play with the new Robin as well. Ivy is weirded out at first finding out that Batman was raising kids from the dead but eventually relents and ends up just as enchanted as Harley by the new Birdy

Wally, placed a hand on her shoulder: Ivy,,,, you'll get used to it honestly.

Also Bruce is a real great dad in this so all frankinrobins and alive child (Damian) are spoiled by him, and Wally getting fat stacks ya know, paying his mom and dad (Barry and Iris obviously) back for taking care of him lol helping all the baby speedsters

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Yes. Very good dad. And spoils his kids a lot

A very good dad,,, but a terrible hero all the villains are scared of the undead robins to have one that limbs and shit stays on him was a breath of fresh air.... But he also very scary so sticking with the theme

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Dick occasionally cracks jokes about this one just not being finished yet around villains(In an affectionate manner towards Damian) and that he would learn how to detach things properly just like all Robins do.

Dick's hobby, villains living in fears,

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Harley: That's a terrifying way to refer to living children... As 'not undead yet'

Dick while cuddling Damian on his lap: It's not like we're not working on it. B keeps bringing him to all the dangerous situations. He is just too good at fighting to die

Wally, walking pass drinking whatever Alfred made: still, we have parts for him if it happens, don't ask how we got them. *Goes into the movie room*

Harley: very concerning...

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Dick: Some of them are my old parts that I grew out of. Hand me downs.

Harley: we really shouldn't consider body parts as hamd me downs... Bruce really went off the deep in.

Jason, bring Tim and fam for Dick cuddles: he brought a child back from the dead and repeated it several times, that ship has sailed.

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Dick pulling Tim into a hug: Oh that reminds me. Wally he said he might want a daughter next. He was saying something about finding a blond one he really liked. Alfred might wanna contact someone to make a wig. Our hair really doesn't hold up well in the coffin. Lots of haircare to get it back to normal.

Jason: a sister,,, welp I'm going to add she's at least Tim age,,, or was.

Harley: again!? Oh my, and why is he having Wally helping him to begin with, he was a kid for some parts of Jason life or whatever this is.

Wally, coming back out: I have to help my parents out with speedsters, we ain't Cheap. also reply their kindness and love for taking me in with shitty bios.

Harley: ... Did they ask for the money?

Wally: no, Dick taught me to guilt trip them into taking the money, hey baby why my snack basket empty?

Harley: oh I need to take a seat, there's so much to go through.

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Dick: Because you finished the snacks less than a minute ago and only one of us has super speed. There's more snacks in the cabinet if I can't walk fast enough to refill it for you *Dick putting Damian down and headed to get more snacks*

Wally: watch the sass, my dad brought you back into this world I can take you out... *Kiss him* thank you though, *speeds getting his basket refilled* you in 10 more minutes *back into the movie room*

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Harley: Wait. You kids all got great hair... How? You said it gets ruined by death.

Dick: Alfred sews it into our scalps before Wally brings us back. He has the patience of a Saint. He has to do the same thing every time a rogue rips our hair in a fight. It's so long and boring. We usually watch an entire Netflix series or the lord of the rings trilogy while he does it.

Harley: oh,,, well,,,, god I need to talk to Bruce about this... And bring Ives, she can help I think.

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Dick: It's fine. We're all used to long boring procedures. I mean you saw how hard it was to reattach my head. I gotta do that at least once a week.

Wally: If you stopped chucking your head at people for fun you wouldn't have to

Dick: Well Bruce won't let me chuck my organs anymore so I had to replace it with something.

It’s a running joke in the manor that Tim’s kid was like a cat

And he would never admit that he could kind of see it himself.

The climbing, the ability to go from zero to a hundred in energy, and unfortunate ability to be too cute to actually get mad at him for anything he does.

Finding said son running out and about when there was breakout was pushing through.

“Hi Dad!!”

“Danny! What are you doing out here?!it’s still lockdown chickadee!”

Danny looked down at the ground and scuffed one of his shoe against the pavement.

“I know… but you’ve been gone so long and I’ve been worried!”

Tim sighed and tapped his comm,

“Oracle, please keep lookout for the next couple minutes.”

And crouched down in front of his son,

“You haven’t been home in a while and I missed you..”

Tim sighed as he wiped a tear from Danny’s face.

It was almost unfortunate how much the kid took after him.

“Kiddo I’m sorry, that’s my fault, I know we haven’t been able to hang out for the past week-“

Danny stomped a foot in frustration,

“No you don’t understand! You forget to sleep when you don’t come home ‘n’ great grandpa Alffie said we got to sleep because it’s good for you ‘n’ that when you don’t you are more likely to get hurt! I don’t want you hurt!”

Tim wanted to argue, and say that he was fine. He’s been taking cat naps between searching and the fights. If it was anyone else in his family he would’ve done so.

But this was his son, his little chickadee who loves so much and worries about himself so little.

He needs to set an precedent before bad habits emerge.

Picking Danny up, Tim set him down onto his hip and stuck his chin on his head.

“You’re right, I guess I haven’t been being nice to myself like I’m supposed to. How about we go back home and I’ll lay down with you for a couple hours?”

Danny peered up with glassy eyes,

“Can you stay for breakfast?”

And didn’t that just hurt to hear? Faded memories of asking that same question only to be given this almost pitying look danced in the back his mind.

Sorry kiddo, but we just don’t have enough time before our flight but don’t worry when we get back we’ll have a family day, just the three of us!”

Clearing his throat Tim met his son’s eyes.

“Sure champ, and when we finally get joker back in Arkham we can ask everyone to have a family day, how does that sound?”

Stars almost seemed to take over Danny’s eyes as he let out a little gasp.

“Really?!”

“I promise.”

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Yes, many of Danny’s mannerisms were reminiscent of a cat, but this was new.

Tim pinched his eyebrow in exasperation as he looked at his siblings.

He wished he never got up this morning.

“And how exactly did Danny somehow get a crowbar?”

The kid in question just happily swung his legs as he sat on the bench unaware that he himself was going to be getting a far longer conversation as soon as they got back to the manor.

“To be honest.. in hindsight, not my brightest moment.”

“WHY IN GODS NAME A CROWBAR?!”

“He said he needed something to help take care of the trash! I thought he would use it like a knapsack or something!”

Jason Thew his hands in the air, and Dick let out a snort while he nudged the mess of a clown next to him.

“Well he very much did use it for something.”

“Nightwing! I’m just as mad at you for somehow loosing the kid this badly to begin with!! You. Are. Not. Helping.

“I know but I’m just saying, he gets his dramaticism from you.”

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At the end of the day, Joker ended up paralyzed from the neck down.

Jason and Dick were both no longer allowed to babysit Danny alone.

And one little munchkin was, though very much grounded, hailed a hero by all of Gotham for the actions that were live-streamed by onlookers.

And once he was no longer grounded, he did get his family day.

For the "how did this come about" question in previous tags, I now need a cross of TimKon clone baby au and A second life (Work) by Die_Erlkonigin6083 where Danny is reincarnated as a clone kid of Nightwing and Kryptonian and Martian and Lazarus water. As in, when clockwork is setting up his new identity, instead of manufacturing a bad guy cloning lab, they use Tim's attempts to clone Kon ( 🫢make a test tube baby with him)

Reporter: Tell us Bruce, why have you recently decided to work out more? To you just want to compete with our Clark? Or is it-

Bruce: My kids.

Reporter: I’m sorry what?

Bruce: I work out so I can still lift them.

Reporter: …

Bruce: if you have nothing else to ask I’m going to leave now. Let’s go Jaylad.

Bruce just picks up Jason and leaves.

Jason looks like a large dog that clearly isn’t used to being in the air.

Like this.

Someone please draw this.

@piedpiperart plz :) (if you feel like it)

AHA!

Danny finds out hes a clone/ adopted, and instead of processing that like a normal person he decides, "Well its not like they can find me so imma mess with my bio parent(s) while venting my frustrations. Two birds with one stone."

Hence (hero or villian of your choice) begins receiving letters via untraceable magic of him telling them he's thier clone/son and just telling them about his day/past adventures.

Unfortunately most of his adventures are horrifying and the person is desperately scrambling to find thier dumb (possibly undead) child and rescue them.

It probably doesn't help that Danny only signs his name as Phantom and is careful not to give clues to his location.

but imagine the chaos of receiving a letter weekly then suddenly it's been a week and a half when you finally receive the letter from your apparent son that's just like-

Sorry for writing a little later than usual, our town was kind of pulled into a different dimension for a few days. Plus after the whole tyrannical monarch thing I had both a math test AND a history test on the same day so I didn't really have time to write until now. Anyway, I have a science project due next week so I've gotta start on that. I'll write you again later, hope your weekend was nice!

And his parent(s) have exactly ZERO DETAILS beyond this.

Dpxdc prompt:

Danny glanced between Red Hood, Artemis, and Bizarro thoughtfully. Sure, he could go with them nicely and explain why his mini me 'kid napped' Damian, but that wasn't the fun option.

As an idea took place, Danny really wanted to try out the fun option.

I'm sorry but I can't get this image out of my head.

The JLD introducing one of their new younger members to the YJ to 'hopefully socialize the feral shit more' as Constantine put it.

And Cassie spends most of the meeting hitting her teammates with a rolled up newspaper cause they keep drooling over phantom. *Don't you horndogs dare scare a possibly normal teammate away because you are attracted to Dangerous Vibes!*

Though with Tim it's more No you can't Study Him, RR! I don't care if it'd because his biology is a mystery! *smacks with newspaper of justice* Bad RR!

She thought it was Kon and Tim She had to worry about.

No it's Bart. And apparently Danger Ghost Twink and Danger Speed Twink really vibe together.

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John maybe, just maybe, should have thought this through a bit more. After finding Phantom bleeding on his couch and hearing his story he took the kid in. He healed him up, helped repeal those stupid fucking laws. And in the process he got, and he can't believe himself, fuckin' attached. The little shit is likeable alright. Feral as a racoon with rabies, but likeable.

And then he realised he was, taking a parental/mentor role with the kid. And suddenly it fell to him to look out not only for the kid's physical state, but his mental state too. And he figured, Bats had made the kiddie team for this right? He figured that Red Robin might be a good influence. Help Phantom learn to think more before throwing himself into it?

Looking around at the absolute carnage the kids had caused made him think, that he might have miscalculated. He has to be honest, he is downright impressed. Phantom and the kids had been chatting about their rogues, and some of the shit they have done. turns out Phantom has real strong feelings on clone rights. As well as an immunity to kryptonite. He somehow managed to conspire with Kid Flash to nick all of Luthor's stash. And then got Red Robin to help redistribute Luthor's cash. He dragged his own clone into the mess when he set her up on a play date with Superboy 1. More like he got rid of the victim they were avenging.

The little shit ferreted out that RR had a crush on Superboy. Used that to his advantage. All very "But he will swoon as you avenge him". KF didn't need that thought. As Artemis put it, "The danger twinks love chaos. Was better to help them and mitigate the fallout."

The he got word of some of the shit the fucking Joker got up to. Convinced KF that they should take care of him. Oh the Joker ain't dead. But he sure looked like he wished he was. Phantom got KF to act as a distraction so he could PHASE the BONES from his hands and feet. Not to mention removing his vocal chords. The little shit didn't even pretend to look ashamed of himself. Oh no, he was stood, in front of Batsy no less. And he looked proud of himself.

Bats didn't look like he knew how to take that at all. Apparently an eldritch nightmare he couldn't cow into behaving threw him off. Good to know. Phantom just smugly pointed out he didn't kill anyone. He just made sure he couldn't hurt people anymore. Bit hard to hurt people without hand, feet or voice after all. And he could have killed him easy. Kid had diplomatic immunity after all. Ruling Monarch of another Dimension after all. KF was looking at Phantom like he hung the stars in the fucking sky.

Wait.... Phantom's birth parents were negligent at best. Did? Did they give the kid 'the talk'? Would HE have to give the kid 'the talk'? How would he even go about asking that? Might be best to find some good stuff online and shove it at the kid. Tell him to do his research. Fuckin' Christ. This was not his month.

Wait, focus John. Your feral gremlin of a ward has done /inappropriate/ for a /hero/ things. Shit. He can't lie and say he is disappointed. He's not, he has a headache brewing and is a bit stressed but honestly he is impressed the kid managed to do this within a week. Fuck it. John lit up and took a long drag on his smoke.

"Kid, you ain't meant to do this shit with the main League villains. But, I am impressed that you managed all this in a week. While including your new team mates. And how you used everything you could to your advantage. But we ain't meant to do this to normal humans yeah?"

Batman looked vaguely constipated at his little reprimand. The kid's a fucking empath. There's no point lying, little shit would just point it out anyway. The kid perked up at least, he tilted his head thoughtfully. And the rest of the kiddos looked delighted, trying to stifle laughs.

"Connie? You know the Joker was liminal right? So technically he counts as a dual citizen to the realms. Meaning I ABSOLUTELY have the right to punish him however I see fit. Turns out LOADS of Gotham Rogues are. I think it's cause of how many of them have died before you know? So really, I was being VERY respectful of Mr. Fursuits no killing rule. I didn't have to be!"

Well, that broke his own composure, and the kids. He just grinned while the kids fell about. This might have been a mistake for his and the League's sanity, but clearly the kid's are happy. He just clapped Bats on the back as he dragged his wayward mentee off.

"Well bats, at least the kiddos are happy right?"

Feeling an invisible tendril curl around her waist, Jazz couldn't help the snort that escaped. Lex Luthor paused mid dialog over Superman. He dropped the kryptonite in his hands next to the prone kryptonian before turning away, strolling to her.

"Care to explain what's so amusing?"

Jazz felt the tendril squeeze her in a pulse like fashion, a quiet signal to stall.

"Just," she said,taking a moment to consider how to go about this, "It seems like you and your associates put alot of time in this plan. Carefully building a scenario that will leave all league members incompacitated and yet it seems that you've all failed to consider if someone outside the league would show up."

Luthor scoffed, "The Teen Titans any other branch of the Justice League are currently being dealt as we speak."

Jazz heard a soft gasp by her ear. Huh, Dani.

"Oh, I'm not talking about them. I'm talking about the outsiders, the civilians, the unknown meta humans that would jump to help their beloved heros or-"

"Seems that fear has delude you into thinking that some one will come save you."

"I'm not scared," Jazz felt an invisible hand on her back. Time to end this. She stared defiantly in to Luthor's eyes and smirked, "But you should be."

She let her body go limp as the tendril around her waist tightened, quickly pulling her away from him and towards a dark corner in the room. The captured league members came with her. The last thing she saw before being fazed out of the room was a giant, white clawed hand appearing from the shadows.

Dani deposited her and the heroes in an empty storage room. Jazz barely had time to get to her feet when Dani clawed the air, ripping open a portal

"Dani?" Jazz called.

With one hand on the portal, the ghost paused for a moment to meet jazz questioning gaze.

"Damian," she whispered in answer, slipping into the portal. It slammed closed behind her.

Jazz wasn't concerned about her sister going MIA. Her little brother was more than capable of dealing with Luthor and his men scatter about the Justice Hall. But she wished Dani freed her from her bindings before disappearing. Oh, well, she and the JL members would get free eventually. Manhunter and Superman weren't bound. One of them should recover enough to free someone in a few minutes.

Turning to check on them, Jazz met Batman's pensive stare. Crap. Now she wished Dani took her with her instead of being left to be interrogated.

Jazz smiled nervously at the detective "So, um.... about the job interview..."

Jazz: "I'm not scared, but you should be"

Danny, mostly invisible, glowing eyes. What is visible looks inhuman, like a legit phantom. Waves an intangible hand through luthor's head and he passes out. Danny gives the league a salute. Disappears

Short DPXDC Prompts #723

Danny is in Gotham and smacks a sticker on the batmobile, not knowing what car he just vandalized. Now he spends his free time at night trying to 'tag' batfamily with stickers. The Bats also make it a game to collect as many stickers as possible