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Every time the two of them see each other they quietly trade random bits and bobs like the little flirting autistic penguins they are.
Bruce owes Danny money. He does Not want to pay up.
So! Danny had to run away from Amity Park when his parents discovered his Powers. But every time he tried to stay in a single place in America, they somehow managed to find him.
Turns out, they were working with the GIW to track him using the GIW's resources and the Fenton's Genius to find him everywhere he ran to. Eventually, Danny figured he had had enough and ran to Europe where the GIW had no Jurisdiction.
After wandering for a while, Danny was found and recruited by the League of Assasins. He was powerful, skilled, and connected to the Lazarus Pits, so they approached him with a job offer.
They would hide him from the Fentons, who had began to search for him in Europe independently, and in return he would work for them as an Assasin.
Considering his situation, Danny agreed.
He began training to be an Assasin, supplementing his Ghost Abilities with the abilities of an Assasin to become even more Stealthy.
While training under the League, Danny met another recruit simply known as Bruce. They trained together for years, even going on a few missions together gathering intel, and using disguises to hid in plain sight.
On one of these missions, Danny lent Bruce some money with the promise to get paid back when they returned to the League. That same night, Bruce left the League of Assasins and never came back.
...
Bruce was sitting in the Batcave going over a case with Tim, Jason was off to the side cleaning his Guns, and Dick and Cass were holding an acrobatics competition in their Obstacle Course, with Damien, Steph, and Duke cheering them on.
Suddenly an Eldritch Emerald Light sprang to life in the center of the Batcave, and everybody dropped what they were doing and sprang to action.
Slowly, a glowing green figure emerged from the Light. He appeared Eldritch in Nature, as if he existed in multiple layers of reality at once and looking at him gave them minor headaches. Then, the figure spoke up.
"BRUCE. ITS BEEN 15 YEARS. YOU STILL OWE ME 16 DOLLARS."
Recognizing Danny, Bruce took a moment to compose himself before responding.
"Fuck Off."
Eww reminds me of “Who framed Roger Rabbit” if you know you also fell “Eww”
Waking up in the Streets-
-is a new experience for Danny. But he isn't in Amity anymore. Amity is gone, and he's alone. He isn't in Amity anymore, where the people knew him as Phantom and they knew he was fighting to keep them safe day in and day out.
He isn't in Amity anymore, where if he collapsed in the streets, he'd wake up on a couch with a blanket and have a few moments of peace before the next Thing happened.
He isn't in Amity anymore, with His people, and His problems, so why can't he Stop Helping?
So, here he is, peeling himself off the pavement, like the world's most unflattering pancake. This villain didn't even have the decency to leave a pad of butter on him to melt into his tender flanks. Okay, maybe the pancake analogy is getting away from him.
Even without the sun, the blacktop is hotter than Hell on a Sunday and Danny feels like he maybe partly melted into it after getting unceremoniously splattered.
His face finally leaves the ground, sticking unpleasantly, and a wave of dizziness washes over him almost intensely enough to send him right back down. Scrunching his nose, he spits an unpleasant blob of green out. It almost instantly evaporates once separated from his main body, but it wasn't quick enough that he didn't spot a pair of teeth in there.
"Ugh, ew." Danny runs his tongue around the inside of his mouth, feeling fragments of his everything pulling back into their proper places, the two teeth already replaced. Perks of being ectoplasmic, he supposes. "Better me than someone who couldn't get back up, though."
He wants to shake his head to clear the fog, but knows deep in his bones (He knows he still has those, you can only break them so many times before you're absolutely certain that you Definitely still have them) that shaking his head would make him upchuck, and he desperately wants to keep his insides inside him as much as he can.
A black and blue glove appears in his vision and he takes it, bracing for the person-shaped black and blue blob connected to the hand to heave him off the ground. The figure is saying something, but the words are completely lost to underwater sounds.
Danny shoves his pinkie against his ear canal and shakes it rapidly until, with a small pop, he can hear again. Is there a fire? It sounds like there's a fire nearby.
"Sorry, I think there was ecto in my ear, wanna repeat that?"
"Jesus jumped-up Christ, man, are you okay?"
"I feel like a pancake with no butter, why?"
"Is... Is that bad?"
"Bad?" Danny shakes his head and immediately regrets it, swaying until he spreads his feet and drops his head between his knees. Ah, that's better. "It's an affront to pancakes."
"I... I don't butter my pancakes."
"You monster."
Danny runs his hands through his white locks to push them back and out of his face as he stands back up, blinking hard while his eyes fix themselves and clear. He can now make out the blue bird on the chest of the black-suited vigilante in front of him. Nightwing, then. He guessed from the glove, but it was nice to get confirmation.
"Never knew Nightwing was a monster. I thought we'd get along through humor, but I guess not." He wiped a fake tear from his eye that... might not have been fake, just another drip from the side of his head having been flat. Oh well, it's gone now.
"You... you gonna be okay, man?" Danny could almost taste the apprehension.
"I've come back from worse. Wouldn't mind having a couch to crash on, though. Ancients, I miss home, the people were a lot cooler, even the rogues were cooler. More colorful and less likely to kill someone."
Oof imagine how his family reacted 😅
Yandere! Damian x Danny
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The Al Ghul’s did not believe in love.
In strength, intelligence, in power — always.
But love is a word, a title to use, to manipulate and create whatever they wished from another.
This is a fact: the Al Ghul’s did not believe in love, nor did they feel it.
But Damian thinks that perhaps this is close to it. This funny little feeling in his chest that burns and aches in a way that leaves him breathless. That funny little feeling in his bones that itches to hold Daniel close until he is rooted into his shape and scent. That funny little feeling in his throat that wanted to bite Daniel until only the scars of his teeth remained and Daniel’s blood spilled and stained with life turned cold.
Damian knows this is love, because what else is this need to possess and hold, and tear every other inch of Daniel apart from this world and make him his own?
It’s like that meme: I’m so glad your ok!
Yeah it was pretty tough-
I wasn’t talking to you (shoves face into chest)
Commission for the wonderful @lavendarlily ✨❤️
|| Part 2 ||
I would be funny if it was just a coincidence and he’s not kryptonian, he just has Mirror syndrome (idk what’s it’s called I just know it means your organs are on the wrong side)
Honestly I think the fics where Danny’s a Kryptonian have a lot of potential, so here’s me throwing my hat into the ring
Danny was born a human. He was born to two loving (though slightly neglectful) human parents in the painfully mundane state of Illinois.
Then, he died, but he didn’t do it right. He became a Halfa; too alive to be a ghost, but too dead to be human.
Then, through strange, uncontrollable circumstances, that changed as well.
He had been heavily injured, missing a large percentage of body mass, and was at the cusp of either dying fully or just fading from existence.
(Perhaps it was an ordinary fight. Perhaps it was the GiW, or his parents. Perhaps it was a simple accident. That didn’t matter now.)
He fled, phasing through the ground, trying to bury himself as deep as possible.
(Perhaps he didn’t want to be unmasked in death. Perhaps that was already too late, and he just wanted his body be able to rest in peace.)
Unfortunately for him, he was in Metropolis, and ended up in a secret genetics lab below the earth.
Danny detransformed, completely exhausted, falling onto a table covered in different labeled specimen containers. He closed his eyes, and prepared himself for what would happen next.
And… nothing.
Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes.
Danny sat up, brushing off the foul-smelling liquid from the specimen jars, petri dishes, and assorted vials.
He felt…fine.
No, better than fine. He felt normal. Healthy.
He felt like he wasn’t missing most of his internal organs anymore.
Danny looked down at his stomach, and saw that the wounds that were killing him had completely disappeared.
(The blood blossoms, if there had been any, were still there, but they no longer hurt. At most, they itched a little, or maybe just tickled a bit.)
He wanted to question what in the hell had just happened, but he didn’t want to jinx it. He just quietly changed back to Phantom, going invisible and phasing out of wherever he had found himself in, ignoring the loud alarm system that had begun to blare when he broke the samples on that table.
Life mostly went back to normal after that.
If, like Danny, you ignored all the physical changes in a valiant effort to remain in denial that something was horribly wrong.
His skin was tougher, now; he didn’t get scrapes or cuts, even when he accidentally fumbled a knife while trying to cook. His ghost form was stronger, too; he was barely knocked down by his old rogues anymore.
He could fly, even in his human form. Though, admittedly, the flight was much different. It was like using a muscle he hadn’t known existed beforehand. He didn’t just ignore gravity or wind resistance, though he felt more graceful in the air now than he ever did as Phantom.
There were more powers popping up, lasers and cold breath, x-ray vision and super strength. His lungs and heart were larger, and he could handle temperatures much easier. He didn’t have to transform to handle the pressure and cold of space anymore.
His reaction time had improved, becoming much faster than ever before. His senses were much stronger, and he had even seemed to gain a sense of electric fields, like a shark.
The only thing that separated him from a Kryptonian was that he had developed electrokenesis, which he had never seen any of them use on TV.
So, surely, he was fine.
Everything was normal, he hadn’t been transformed by alien DNA in a sketchy lab, he had just had a really weird and specific metagene activation.
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Clark Kent, Kal-El, was panicking.
It had been around a month and a half since a particularly brutal fight between Interpol and an unknown assailant, and it seemed that Interpol was determined to draw out whoever had scorned them.
Their method of doing this, of course, was trying to level the city.
He and Jon were doing their best to stop them, but with both Kon and Zor-El away on their own business, it was difficult.
And by difficult, he meant almost impossible.
Slowly but surely he was driving them back, but not without massive amounts of damage to the city, especially with only Jon on dedicated rescuing duty.
He was distracted, trying to draw a group away from a heavily occupied building, when a projectile hit him in the back of the head.
The world spun for a moment, and then it went black.
(It was, probably, then, some sort of Kryptonite-metal alloy. Interpol at its finest.)
He woke slowly, forcing his eyes open. He felt like he had been hit by an eighteen wheeler.
Clark jolted up, preparing for the worst.
To his shock, though, the city hadn’t been reduced to rubble while he was out.
Jon seemed to still be working on evacuation, either unaware that he had went down or forcing himself to focus on the task at hand.
Then, a lightning-quick figure flew into view, and Clark’s mind went blank.
He thought, for a moment, that Kara was back. But, no, that wasn’t right, she was supposed to be off-planet for another week or so.
Besides, this new figure didn’t move like her. They were lankier and more slender, and they flew quicker than any member of his family.
Their powerset was different, too; they focused mainly on using blasts of ice and electricity to drive enemies back, only occasionally using their strength or lasers—ones which came from their hands instead of their eyes.
He had woken up at the tail end of the fight, it seemed. The remaining Interpol agents were fleeing from the mysterious metahuman.
They stayed in the sky, motionless, watching them leave.
As if they could sense him staring, they turned.
They were small, still clearly young. Probably around Kon’s age, or maybe even younger.
Instead of the colorful clothing he had inherited from his family, the stranger wore black and white clothes which looked similar to a hazmat suit, their face covered by some sort of gas mask.
Interestingly enough, instead of the S-shape crest that he was so used to seeing, the stranger wore the letter D on his chest.
Kal’s hearts sped up.
From up in the sky, he heard the stranger’s two hearts speed up in turn.
But before he could say a word to them, they sped off, disappearing into the deep blue sky.
This is Damian’s pet boyfriend; he’s part cat, part snake, and part boy
Give him a warm welcome why don’t you
(I cracked up when I said this out loud)
HAIII I would love if you could do a dead serious (dannyxdamian) fic! Maybe Including the bat fam like not believing danny exists or any kind of misunderstanding trope!
This took a longer than I thought, because I honestly got so into writing this, and it ended up being pretty long (more than 3000 words!). It's divided into two parts, and I hope you like them, because I was honestly laughing while writing this :) this was a lot of fun to write. Your request inspired me, and I got this little concept stuck in my head!
"Danny the Dog-Cat-Raccoon-?"
DP x DC Fic Request #1
Ship: Dead Serious (Danny x Damian)
(Comedic!) Misunderstandings Trope
Read Below ⬇️
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Robin is patrolling one night with Nightwing one night when he hears it. There's a quiet, pitiful yowling coming from the alleyway behind the library, the sound of a wounded animal. Nightwing shoots him an exasperated glance as Robin stops in his tracks, swirling around on his grappling hook to head directly over to the alley.
“Robin,” Nightwing says, voice static in Robin's ears, “Where are you going?”
Robin tuts into his comm, “I thought it was obvious. I am going to help that animal.”
Nightwing sighs, glancing back at the alleyway from where he stands across the road, on a rooftop. He pinches the space between his eyebrows.
“Batman put me in charge of you tonight,” Nightwing says into his comms, “You can't just wander off.”
“I am fine, Nightwing,” Robin says, as he drops down from the roof, into the mouth of the alleyway.
“Robin,” Nightwing says, and Robin ignores him.
He walks slowly into the alley, footsteps light. He can still hear the animal crying, most likely hidden behind the dumpster at the end of the alley. There's a scuttling noise as Robin approaches.
“Robin,” Nightwing says again, nearly whining, “We need to finish patrol.”
“We are already almost finished,” Robin replies, voice hushed as he approaches the source of the yowling.
“Yes, but you can't just wander off–” Nightwing is interrupted by the sound of a police car rushing down the street, sirens wailing. Nightwing groans.
“Robin, we need to–” Nightwing is interrupted yet again, this time by a crackling in their comms.
“Nightwing,” the sound of Oracle’s voice crackles to life in Robin's ear.
“They're just chasing what appears to be a drunk driver. You should be able to handle it alone.” Oracle says, and Robin smirks. He knew he needed to get the woman something nice as a thank you.
Nightwing sighs, but Robin is sure he can hear a smile in the man's voice as he replies, “Oh, alright. But if Robin tries to bring that thing home, I'm telling B. that you were encouraging him.”
“Oh, no you will not, Mister-” Oracle begins, and Robin turns the volume on his comms down, not wanting to be distracted. He treads carefully, deeper into the alley.
There's the sound of something scurrying across the ground at his approach, and he grins, crouching down. There's a clang! as something runs behind the dumpster in the alleyway. Robin cautiously approaches with slow, quiet steps.
There's another scurrying sound and then–
Robin blinks behind his domino mask.
“Hello,” he whispers.
There's a tiny creature huddled behind the dumpster. Robin isn't entirely sure what it is, but it looks like a mix between a cat and a snake. It has a cat-like face covered in white fur, with slitted, wide eyes and front paws. However, instead of hind legs, the creature appears to have a snake-like tail. Robin notices that it has a collar, large and uncomfortable looking, wrapped around its neck.
“Hello,” Robin whispers again, inching closer.
The creature hisses at him, drawing its body back, mouth opened wide and exposing its fangs. Robin pauses.
“You are safe,” he hushes, and he sits down on the dirty concrete of the alley. Even through the thick, protective padding of his suit, he can feel the chill of the cold ground.
The creature tilts its head. Robin notices that it has a gash down its side, crusted with green-black blood. It appears mostly healed, but Robin finds himself worried about infection. The wound clearly isn't very clean.
“I just want to help you,” Robin whispers, holding out one of his hands. He's holding a cat treat. He nearly always keeps a few cat or dog treats on him, in order to feed any stray animals he finds. The other vigilantes always tease him for keeping a few in his utility belt. He feels lucky that he has it now, as the creature slowly approaches to sniff a finger. Robin holds his breath.
The creature has a strange way of moving. The front paws walk, but the tail - it flutters behind, ethereal. He almost feels as if he were looking at a spirit.
The creature snuffles, and snaps the treat up, exposing its fangs again. Robin smiles.
“See?” he whispers, “It is okay.”
The creature gets a little closer, looking up at him with wide, wary eyes. They're bright, icy blue.
“It is okay,” Robin repeats, and then–
The creature stretches forward, its fuzzy head resting on Robin's knee. It makes a chattering sound that feels a bit like static. It looks almost…relieved? Nuzzling into his knee, trying to climb up. It felt like it was trying to tell him “don't go-”
Robin doesn't breathe as he gently strokes over the creature's head. It lets out a purr.
“You are fascinating,” Robin tells it, “I have never seen anything quite like you.”
The creature leans into the touch, but then it winces, turning its head back to lap at the gash on its side.
Carefully, gently, Robin scoops up the creature. It does not protest.
“I will take you home,” Robin tells it, “It is safe there and I will patch up your injuries.”
The creature vibrates in his arms.
“Tt.” Robin says, “I am glad you agree.”
When Robin grapples back to the Batcave, he sneaks by anyone inside to rush up to the manor, to his room. He's breaking the rule that he's not allowed to wear his Robin suit up there, but he finds he doesn't quite care. Nightwing will eventually end back to the cave when he realizes Robin ditched him, and Robin did not want to be caught red-handed with the creature.
He knew Nightwing wouldn't actually tell their father. The man was too kind for that. Probably.
Robin speeds into his room and shuts the door, locking it. He places the creature onto his bed, and smiles down at it as he removes his domino mask.
“Hello,” Damian says, kneeling by the bed.
The creature lifts its head, dazed. It looks tired, eyes barely open. Damian reaches under his bed to retrieve the first aid kit located there.
“I am going to patch you up, yes?” he gently explains to the creature. He can still see the thick gash on its side. The creature seems to almost understand him, rolling over limply to better expose the wound.
Damian cleans and wraps it gently. He finds himself filled with anger. The wound is almost healed, but was clearly at one point incredibly bad. He runs a wipe over it, seeing a clean, methodical cut. A blade did this. He tries not to think about how much the wound looks like a surgery incision as he carefully bandages it.
He surprised at how well behaved the little creature was being. Had it been a pet, at some point? Trained? He still is not sure what the creature is, as it's an animal he does not recognize. He feels like he should maybe make a magical hypothesis…the creature acts like nothing a regular animal would.
He strokes down the creature’s side, and it purrs, leaning into his touch. It seems exhausted, head drooping against the blanket. It shakes its head, clearly bothered by the collar, every time it moves. Damian touches the lock on the collar, running his finger over it and feeling appalled.
“Shh,” Damian says, and he moves to grab his lock-picking tools from his desk, “Just one more thing.”
He holds the creature still with a soft hand, and picks the lock. The collar drops the bed with a silent thump. The creature seems to almost sag with relief, preening into his hand.
He picks up the collar and examines it. There's a small, glowing centerpiece with the number “01” at the middle. Running along the strap the letters “GIW” were engraved into the leather. The inner side of the collar was also studded, and Damian clenches his hands around it to calm down. The little creature must have been in so much pain.
Damian strokes over the creature’s ears. While mostly white, the creature's ears were tipped in fine, black fur. He strokes a finger over them, settling himself. As he stares down at the creature, he also notices strange markings on the creature's fur…gray lightning up the normally black fur of its arm. Curious.
“You are safe now,” Damian reassures, “You can sleep.”
He shifts the creature onto one of his pillows, and lies down on the bed beside it. The thing immediately seems to pass out, curling into a little ball and making a grateful sound. He pulls out his phone and manages to send off a message to his brother, Dick, Nightwing, that he was indeed home safe. He knows his brother likes to worry.
When asked about the creature, he merely replies that he fed it some cat treats and nothing more. He turns off his phone. Damian falls asleep with the sound of purring in his ears.
When he wakes, he doesn't expect to find a boy his age curled up where the creature had been. Damian rolls out of bed into a defensive position immediately, fuzziness from having just woken up already leaving his mind.
The boy is wearing nothing but tattered, dirty pants and…bandages, running down his side. A scar in the form of a lichtenberg figure races up his arm. His hair, shaggy and long, is mostly black, but with a streak of white. The boy opens his eyes, and they're bright, icy blue.
“Hi,” the boy whispers, and his voice is cracking and dry, like he had not spoken a long time.
“Who are you?” Damian demands.
“Thank you,” the boy says, ignoring Damian’s question. His eyes are watering, and he wipes at them, and says, “Thank you for saving me.”
“I'm Danny,” the boy says, and Damian, he hears static behind the words, almost identical to the noises the creature was making last night. Damian blinks, and the next few hours of conversation leave him in a dizzy whirlwind.
Damian really does not mean to fall in love with the strange, shape-shifting boy. He guesses keeping an entire boy hidden in his room from his Father, and the rest of his family, for weeks might have had an effect on that.
In his defense, the strange shape-shifting boy was very, very cute.
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Tim finds out about Danny when he walks into the dining room one morning to find his younger brother trying to sneak a bag full of Alfred’s peanut butter cookies out of the kitchen. He blinks back sleep from his eyes, shaking his head. He is much too tired for this.
Tim stares blankly at Damian, tilting his head to the side.
“Damian?” Tim asks, “What are you doing with Alfred’s cookies? We're supposed to share those?”
Damian just scowls at him, “Tt. I am sharing.”
Tim waits a moment for Damian to elaborate, but when he doesn't, he flops tiredly into one of the chairs at the table. He reaches for the bag to try and snatch a cookie, but Damian jerks away.
“Damian…” Tim says, “I thought you were sharing?”
“Timothy,” Damian replies, edging towards the door. “I'm giving them to an animal I found outside the library. His name is Danny.”
Damian walks out of the room, chin up. Tim notices that the boy walks right back up to his room. He sighs, and slams his head against the table with a dull thunk.
He blinks hard and groans into the wood, “He's already named it.”
Stephanie finds out about Danny that evening, when Tim rants about the experience to her after they finish dinner. Dick leans over and sighs, resting his head in his palm.
“He's still messing with that thing? I haven't even seen it around yet, is he trying to hide it from Bruce or something?” Dick asks.
Tim blinks, “Wait, what?”
Dick looks over, confused, “The cat Damian found outside the library? He found it a few weeks ago on patrol.”
Tim wipes at his eyes, already done, “A few weeks ago? Has he really been hiding this cat for that long?”
“Well, I think it's a cat. Damian called it a–” Dick pauses, and makes quotation marks with his fingers, “–little creature when I asked him about it. I was caught up handling something as Nightwing, so I didn't actually get to see it.”
Dick laughs a little, and scratches his head, “He texted me afterward that found it in the alley and fed it some cat treats.”
“Oh god,” Tim says, face-planting into the table, “I hope it’s a cat. It better not be, like, a raccoon or something.”
Stephanie suddenly giggles, covering her mouth with her hand, “I hope it's a raccoon.”
Tim shoots her a dark look, glancing up at her from under his lashes. He can feel a headache pooling in the corners of his eyes, building at the back of his head. He closes his eyes and groans, “We don't need another pet.”
“We do too need another cat,” Stephanie retorts, “Alfred the cat doesn't like me.”
“That's because you're loud,” Tim says, “The new one won't like you either. Also, what if it actually is a raccoon?”
Stephanie pouts, “It will too like me! Especially if it's a raccoon!”
Tim only groans, bumping his forehead against the edge of the table again.
Damian is strangely elusive about the animal. Tim is just surprised he hasn't seen the thing around the manor yet. Is Damian keeping the animal locked up in his room? That can't be healthy.
Despite his elusiveness, Damian seems to be completely obsessed with this strange animal. He disappears after school every day, and when asked where he’s been, he simply replies, “With Danny.”
Tim starts to think that maybe the creature is a dog. If it were a cat, or, god forbid, a raccoon, Damian wouldn't be spending so much time outside with it, right?
Damian goes out to spend time with the animal and comes back with his hair mussed and dirt down his pants. Is he crawling around in the park with this thing? He often steals food from the breakfast table, shoving it in his bag before school. Things he'd never eat, like bacon, or eggs, or ham. He runs off with balls and other toys and comes back, suppressing a smile.
Despite this, no one ever sees the animal. Cat? Dog? Raccoon?
Eventually everyone knows about Danny. Stephanie talks about it with Cass, complaining about how weird Damian is about the creature, and Cass then tells Duke. The two constantly complain when Damian steals food from the table, but Damian always just scowls at them. On one of the rare days that Jason drops by the manor for a meal, he catches one of these conversations, and then he too, knows about Danny.
Danny has become a bit of a strange, open secret. The only person the siblings weren't sure knew about the animal was their father, Bruce himself.
Tim is sure Alfred knows. The man probably knew the moment Damian snuck the animal into the manor, and just hasn't said anything about it yet. A ticking time bomb, really.
“This is weird, right?” Tim hisses at Stephanie, as Damian happily leaves to ‘go on a walk with Danny.’
“So weird,” Stephanie replies, blinking.
“You wanna follow him?” Tim asks.
Stephanie giggles, “Absolutely. You wanna go get the others?”
“I think Dick would actually kill me if I didn't tell him we were doing this, so yeah.”
Damian was apparently headed to the park. Tim wonders how exactly Damian snuck this dog out of the manor to go to the park without any of them seeing it.
All the siblings come, including Duke, who was in the middle of patrolling as Signal. Tim can see the vigilante looking down at the park from a nearby rooftop, and he wonders if Duke is feeling just as stupid as them.
In hindsight, they were all stupid.
They were all really, really stupid.
The siblings look down at Damian from their hiding spot by the playground. The boy is taking a walk through the park. He's just not walking a pet. He's walking, hand-in-hand, with another boy. The boy has blue eyes and spiky black hair, and is grinning at Damian while giggling. Damian kisses the boy's cheek.
“Oh my god.” Stephanie says, and it sounds half-choked.
The boy stops walking to grab at Damian’s cheeks. They can't make out what he's saying, but he kisses the tip of Damian’s nose, and both their faces flush red.
Jason makes a strangled wheezing sound and literally collapses to the ground.
“He's only 13!” Dick wails, bringing his hands to his eyes, “My baby, oh god–”
“Where’s Danny?” Tim cries out, “His new pet??”
“Is that Danny? I thought you guys said Danny was, like, a cat!!” Stephanie hisses at Tim.
“Damian said he found Danny in an alleyway. Dick told me Damian was feeding him treats,” Tim says, blinking.
Jason makes a choking noise from his place in the grass.
Stephanie clutches her face, “Did he make Danny up to hang out with a boy? Why don’t you know your brother has a little boyfriend?”
“Why don’t you?!” Tim retorts, half shouting.
Stephanie lunges at Tim, and goes for the eyes.
Middle-aged stay-at-home moms are staring at them. One woman nudges her child away from the scene, staring the two down as Stephanie flips Tim over his back. She claws at his face while Jason wheezes on the ground.
Cass cheers, and makes a signing motion with her hands.
“No, you cannot adopt Damian’s little boyfriend Cass,” Dick says, and Cass pouts.
Cass makes another signing motion, bringing her hand up to her forehead and pulling it away, pout still on her face.
Stephanie shrieks as Tim punches up wildly at her. Cass makes wild gestures as Dick tries to calm her down. Jason still has not gotten up off the floor, lying in a heap at their feet. In the distance, across on a rooftop, Signal can be seen resting his head in his hands.
“What on earth are you all doing?” someone asks, voice high and annoyed.
Damian.
Their youngest brother is standing there with the boy, clinging to his arm. Damian is glaring at them. They all fall silent, staring at the two boys with big eyes. The little boyfriend is grinning, smile just a little too wide and teeth just a little too sharp. He pulls away from Damian.
“Hi!” he says, and he gives a little two finger salute, “I’m Danny! You must be Damian’s family!”
They erupt back into chaos.
I don’t know why but I pictured Danny saying “Stay away from my Darling!” Or “Hello Darling” like 02 from Darling in the Franxx 
Trapped in a book this and sentient marble shenanigans that
Give me sentient 'cursed' sword Danny. Give me a tragedy broken Danny who had to choose whether to allow the observants to use him or trap him or end him and Clockwork give him another option. To hide and grieve and rest.
The Cursed Sword left in the League vaults that slides uselessly through any innocent and if you push? If you keep trying to raise it's blade against an undeserving opponent? Will bite back on it's wielder with frost and reflected fear
Gifted or found, give me Damian carefully cleaning a neglected old blade. Give me Danny waking once more to the gentle grind of a whetstone, a sliver of electric green shining in the space that shouldn't be. A magic blade that has never resonated with anyone that sings in Robin's hand, freezing over those with cruelty in their hearts
(Dealer's choice what reverts Danny back to his humanoid form. True love's kiss? Legitimately wanting to be a person again? A tricky situation where the Bats are stuck and he's left lying useless on the floor, unable to save anyone, this time of his own volition?)
(Bonus for if the first time he's wielded against the Joker Danny just. Mimick style eats him. Blade splits down the center, cavernous maw, swallows whole. Nobody realized that could happen.)
Danny be like, “excuse you? When did I agree to be your babysitter? You just dropped your kids in my home and dipped”
Interdimensional Babysitter - DC x DP prompt
Danny used to be feared. He was respected. People coward before him.
Then he decided to help some heroes.
Now they casually call on him for help and advice.
Ir was a decent break from duties and being treated like a young bratty prince by the Observers when he wanted to make changes in the realms.
The biggest mistake was giving the Justice League a small portal to a pocket dimension Danny had made for relaxing and storing trinkets he finds on his adventures.
Currently, the Titans are using it as a clubhouse. Now the all the games have been moved, someone has been using his extremely rare (for humans to get) snacks are going missing and there was green fur on his weighted blankets.
Then there were the little ones. Robin and Superboy. They were the biggest pains Danny had faced yet.
Danny could be working in his observatory and reorganizing the path of stars when they barged in and asked for a new toy to play with.
Well, Danny called them toys but they were just tools he didn't need. The kids thought they were some epic powerful device.
Danny had given them a small pocket portal this time. It would let them add a new room to the pocket dimension and put whatever they want in it. It would give them whatever they wanted so Danny didn't need to be bothered.
Last time he gave them a portal cutter to let them cross dimensions. It should be fairly safe and child-proof since it was a failed creation that can only go to a limited number of universes. The danger there was limited to Saturday morning cartoons level. Not that they knew that.
Danny accepted that being allies with the Justice League meant lending a hand but babysitting was a step too far. He was an all-powerful cosmic being! Why can't he just help out on missions instead of being relegated to being the info guy or the helpful spirit that gives out the power boosts? He could handle doing more than being the planetary level protector that only does things when the entirety of the earth is in danger.
Then Superman and Batman had the nerve to scold him for not keeping an eye on the kids. How was he supposed to know they would send the Joker into a dimension populated by man-eating dinosaurs? Danny was sure it would be fine anyways. The kids had a good lesson on dinosaurs, kids love dinosaurs.
Danny could have done way worse. The portal cutter didn't even give them access to parallel dimensions. Superboy didn't need to see the evil version of his father killing his friends and Robin wouldn't see Nightwing enslave the human race.
There is no pleaseing these people.
What if instead of Damian viewing Danny as his “Ahki” he views him as his first “Baba”
I imagine that one day Damian brings a painting (similar to the rose quartz from Steven universe) of Danny to introduce him to his family says something along the lines of “everyone this is my Fisrt Baba, isn’t he beautiful? He taught me about the stars he showed me love. Both fragile and strong, my dear Baba” IDK I think this would put a nice twist and stir a bit of jealousy in Bruce
Ra's al Ghul, caught in a rare moment of weakness, is being pulled apart piece by piece.
A pair of mad scientists, just the kind of deranged he would hire normally, had built weapons that were...far more effective on him than he'd anticipated. Also, he hadn't been there to fight them at all. They were a true unknown, coming out of nowhere equipped to deal with the Demon Head himself.
Ironically, from what they had started shouting, he wasn't who they were hunting.
He'd been knocked unconscious by what could only be described as pure dumb luck.
He woke up strapped to a table, as those selfsame scientists started peeling him apart with scalpels.
His torture is interrupted when a young boy walks into the basement, sees what his torturers are doing to him, and screams.
Then the boy pivots, and off the top of his head, creates a distraction to pull his parents away from trying to see how Ra's works.
It's admirable; someone so untrained able to think so quickly. It's clumsy; the equivalent of a child pointing at something and screaming as a distraction.
It's just what was required for the boy to remove his restraints and hand him...a vial of the purest Lazarus Water he's ever seen.
"You're already like, really liminal, so it shouldn't kill you, just heal you. But you need to drink it fast, before they come back!"
And like that, it clicks.
The mad scientists are hunting someone as 'liminal' as him. Their son's eyes are glowing green.
Normally, Ra's would drink the Lazarus Waters and slaughter the scientists and anyone they were allied with.
But.
This is a debt.
He'd been waiting for the two scientists to leave so he could free himself, but this boy had stepped in.
Now he owes the child.
He can tell just by looking at the boy that killing his parents is not going to be considered paying back the debt.
However.
This boy is in clear and present danger with those two lunatics about.
So.
As the adult, is it not Ra's responsibility to make sure the boy is safe, whether he wants it or not?
Instead of killing the scientist parents, he knocks the boy unconscious and takes him to Nanda Parbat.
After all, there is nowhere safer than under the Demon Head's protection.
Just to be sure, he adopts the boy as his grandchild.
Now nobody will dare to touch the little hero.
~~~~~~
Danny wakes up in an assassin compound so soaked in Ectoplasm that he can't phase through it, and the ectoplasm in question is so contaminated that it's making him sick, so he can't punch or blast through it either.
He's trapped in a gilded cage by a madman who's insisting that it's all "for Daniel's own good", and his only chance at escaping is telling the little kid, Damian, stories about Amity. Stories about his friends and family.
Stories that he can't make obvious are cries for help, but entertaining enough for a kid to pay attention to.
Stories that will, hopefully, make it to the kid's father.
Who is, apparently, the Goddamn Batman.
Somewhere along the way, the kid starts calling them brothers. It sounds like the kid believes it with his whole heart.
And Danny...Danny's too selfish to correct it.
He lets Damian believe that Danny is his older brother by blood.
~~~~~~
Damian has an older brother, hidden away in Nanda Parbat, who is sickly and weak, and to whom the Demon Head himself is indebted.
Damian has always thought that Danyal was in the best place for him; away from the unnamed hunters that Grandfather said stalked him outside of the compound.
Recently, though, Damian is. Rethinking this.
Why was Danyal so sickly? Why did he always look so sad and desperate?
Perhaps it is time to tell father of his sickly older brother who physically could never meet Grandfather and Mother's standards to meet the Bat.
Oh can we have another please 🙏 maybe with the Justice league interacting with Danny and him possibly blatantly ignoring Superman cause he doesn’t like him for how he treated Kon
pleasseeee I need more for angel brat 🙏🙏🙏 it’s just too funny reading about Danny messing with the batfam
Jason regrets ever agreeing to babysit.
Logically, he knew that leaving Danny alone was a terrible idea. Not only was the little boy suffering from medical conditions, but if he were to discover they had forgotten him, he would zap himself out of the timeline.
Right now, Bruce and the others were working nonstop with the Flashes to try to figure out a way to anchor him to the new timeline they had created. Bart had a general idea of how to best go about this, but he warned everyone that it may be a lost cause.
Still, to keep their angel, everyone agreed to let the time traveler do his thing. Bart explained that he needed to get readings around Wayne Manor first to see if the Speed Force could help them anchor Danny to that location.
Once the anchor was dropped successfully, Danny would be free to move about their world without the fear of vanishing.
Since it was the one place Danny had been in the most in the old timeline and was planning on living in for the unforeseen future, everyone agreed to his idea.
That meant they needed to get Danny out of the Manor for a good amount of time. He couldn't see them working without answering some uncomfortable questions, nor could they just leave him defenseless in Gotham.
Due to Danny's medical conditions, the family had kept him mostly at the manor, but they didn't want to keep him locked up, which meant that there were some rumors about the boy.
The Bats used those rumors to verify that Danny existed before the timeline rest. They also studied them to get to know the boy before meeting him face to face.
It wasn't a lot, but enough to get a general idea of what the populace thought about Danny. It was an even split between people confusing him for Damian or thinking the Waynes were covering him up and not giving the people the explanation they "owed" them.
Jason wanted to know why random strangers on the streets thought they had a right to know their lives and couldn't keep their noses out of Wayne's business, but that might just be his Crime Alley upbringing talking.
There had been a few articles about Danny being seen around Gotham—mostly, the reporters thought it was Damian and speculated what happened to him. Jason noticed that Danny's previous outings seemed to revolve around two things.
Space and antiques.
Why? Jason was unsure but figured it would be the perfect cover to get Danny out. The rest of the family stayed behind to help with the tests.
"This is going to be awesome!" Danny cheered as Jason helped him with his gas tank. The two were standing outside the historical Gotham Museum.
It was a random Tuesday, so they and the staff were the only ones there.
Jason had figured that Danny had a love of history, which meant that he would be happy if Jason promised him a full day of riding around to see every museum the city had to offer.
It was disguised as Jason being bored and a spur-of-the-moment invitation, which was why no one else was free when asked to come along. Danny didn't seem to question it too much, running off to prepare for a fun day filled with historical retellings.
Jason wasn't that into history.
Still, he enjoyed reading enough period-era books to be willing to spend hours on random historical tours with Danny.
Danny was practically glowing as he leaned back and forth on his feet impatiently. He kept swinging his eyes to the building as though he could fly right in.
Jason's lips twitch. "It's going to be fun."
Together, they climb the stairway to the door. The museum is one of the biggest in the city. It has exhibits dating back to before Gotham's discovery, tracing all the urban legends and local myths from then to the present day.
Jason thought Danny would like to hear fascinating stories like Solomon Grundy's origins and the Wayne family's myths. Apparently, Bruce's family has always been a bit...strange.
He just wasn't prepared for Danny, already knowing that little fact about his bloodline.
"Do you think they'll have the Wayne witch burns!?" Danny excitable asks, causing Jason's steps to flatter.
"The what?"
"You know when they tried to burn three of the Wayne sisters in the town square on accounts of witchcraft? I always thought it was funny how the sisters managed to get away by setting the church on fire." Danny giggles, walking over to the lady at the counter. "It's one of my favorite exhibits."
"You've been here before?" Jason asks, entirely unprepared for that. In hindsight, it made sense for Danny to go somewhere of interest to him. Damian has visited the zoo at least thirteen times in his first year!
Danny quirks an eyebrow up at him. "Of course I have. You were the one who brought me here before, remember?"
Oh no.
"Are you sure?" he laughs nervously, looking up at the woman who is paying for two tickets—one adult and one child. She smiles at him sweetly as she stamps their papers—the museum liked to use Gotham's first original train tickets as passes. Danny pulls out his own for a collectible stamp, which makes Jason wince.
"Stop being weird Jason. No matter how much you pretend, I'm not going to let you get out of the photo," Danny tells him with a grin.
The photo?
"Is the booth available, ma'am?" Danny asks the woman with the politest tone he's ever heard a fourteen-year-old use. The woman, a twenty-something that was awfully pretty, smile grows wider.
"It is. What era would you like?"
Danny stops, pressing his thumb against his chin before asking, "What era is Pride and Prejudice set in? "
"It was The Regency period in England, but we knew it as the Federal," Jason responds instantly. "I don't know the exact number of years, though. Why?"
"I just wanted to check if Gotham was around then." Danny peaks up at the woman. "Gotham was founded in sixteen thirty-five, right?"
"Yes, but some argue that the Dutch founded it first, even if they moved on a few years before Captain Jon Logerquist." She says, giving Danny a wink. "That does mean we have Federal period outfits for you boys."
"Yeah!" Danny grabs onto Jason's wrist. "We can dress up as Mr. Darcy like you always wanted, Jay!"
The woman laughs as Jason's face starts to heat up. He has never been embarrassed about his love of classical books. It's the fact his little brother exposed his nerdier side to a girl he thought was sort of attractive.
She probably thought he ran around cosplaying or something.
"I'll go get it ready." She says, throwing her long red hair behind her shoulder.
"Thank you, Marie," Danny tells her, and Jason is even more surprised.
"How do you know her name?" Because Jason had checked. She wasn't wearing a nametag.
Danny looks up at him with far more confusion than before. At once, the outline of his body flickers in and out of sight. Jason's heart almost drops to his knees because, for a second, Danny actually vanishes from sight. "Dude, we've been here so many times before; it would be rude to know not her name at this point. Are you sure you are okay, Jay? Was your last night shift too rough? We can go home if you not feeling well."
"Yeah, no, I'm fine. I just think she's hot so I can't think straight around her," Jason blurts, wanting Danny to stop thinking about it before he is erased right in front of him.
There is a short gasp to his right, and with absolute dread, Jason turns to find Marie standing there, clearly having heard what he said.
No. Danny presses a hand to his mouth, not doing the best of jobs hiding his laughter.
Jason wants to melt onto the floor and die as she shyly informs them the booth is ready. She leads them over to a room with costumes tucked in the corner. A large camera is set up pointing to a lovely blue backdrop and various lights.
She tells them there are more backdrops on the racks, which they can change. She recommends numbers seven and nineteen since they were of old castle gardens, which would work best for Danny's vision of Pride and Prejudice.
The camera was set to send her the photos, and she would develop them when they were done with their resume walkthrough. If they wanted a different era, Marie could always come back and replace the costumes with something fitting.
The Gotham Museum had clothes from various periods that matched their exhibits. Jason is shocked to find they used Bruce's donation money for good use.
Danny is happily flipping through the coat rack, as Marie politely but obviously runs out of the room as fast as possible.
Ouch.
"We should re-do the same posses," Danny chirps, flipping through his phone until he finds a picture of him in a pirate costume, with one leg pressed on the small bench and raising a sword above his head. Next to him, Jason is seen sitting on the ground, one knee prompt up.
He was also wearing a pirate costume and holding a parrot on the tip of his finger resting over his knee.
Jason does not remember taking this photo, but it's clear as day that it's him smirking at the camera from two years ago. That should have been right around the time he first started to calm down from his Pit Madness.
Had he really brought Danny around here since then?
"Sure, kid." Jason cracked, swinging on a nicely done light blue gentlemen's coat that he could easily see Mr. Bingley. "We can react it."
Danny beamed.
They took a few photos, changing into almost all the outfits, because he can admit that he did have a bit of fun doing that before they decided to check out the rest of the museum.
Danny seemed to stop ever so often to ask why something had moved or where something had gone, and Jason needed to quickly distract him. He finds out that Danny may not be the only one erased, for the three Wayne sisters are missing, a giant battle between the British and the townspeople back during the colony days is gone, and the Wayne Manor light post legend is nowhere to be found.
Danny is devastated that they took down the light post, so Jason is quick to ask him to retell the tale. He makes a mental promise to have Bruce throw enough money at the museum to get it back up.
"Legend has it that the old head of the house, "Mad" Anthony Wayne, had fallen in love with a girl far below his family station. Without the approval of their parents, the two lovers were not allowed to wed. But he wasn't known as Mad for nothing." Danny chirps around his oxygen. He needed a moment to rest, so the two sat down and had something to snack on at the Museum's Cafe.
"He hatched a plan where they would meet at the far light post at the edge of the Wayne property every night to be together with only the stars as witnesses. Anothony would slowly pass along to her some wealth of the family that he smuggled out so the two could go and start new lives together. One night, while waiting for his beloved, Anothiny heard a scream from the swamp and raced over, but he was too late. He saw his love being dragged into the waters by something covered in scales and killing her. Some say it was alligators, while others claim it was a monster that roams the earth today. Devastated, Anothony would later marry the wife he had picked up for him by his parents. They say his love still waits under that light post, and if you see her, then she will either bless your love or try to kill you."
Jason blinks. "What makes her choose to bless you?"
"Only true lovers can be blessed. People would go over to our post to test their loves." Danny shrugs. "I wouldn't tempt an obviously violent ghost like that, but that's just me."
The older man nodded, thinking it was a fair thing to say and wondering if he had ever passed by the apparent light post from the myth.
He just forgot about it when the timeline changed.....or she never died thus making it a regular light post. How can he be sure he was missing something if he never knew it was gone?
Ugh, time travel gave him a headache.
"You should ask Marie to go stand under it with you," Danny grins, wiggling his eyebrows.
Jason sighs. "She's not even interested."
"Sure she is! Look, I'll prove it." Danny swung himself from his chair and marched to the greeting counter. Much to Jason's horror, his baby brother chats with her, twisting around to point at Jason and watching Marie's face turn bright red.
Jason grabs a menu and hides behind it mentally, telling himself this would be the last time he ever stepped foot in this museum again. Danny races back, clutching a piece of paper with a phone number. "She told me to tell you to call her,"
Jason's jaw drops. "What?"
"Here," Danny pressed the paper in his hand, and on it was a number with a heart. "She said she was tired of waiting for you to make a first move. You're welcome."
"How did you do this?"
"Please, if I could get Kori to give Dick a chance, I can get anyone to agree on a date." Danny boasted, puffing up his chest in pride. You can call me Cupid Wayne! I mean, how else do you think Cass and Steph got together? "
Jason wondered what else he had forgotten about Danny. Mystified, he wondered if Cass or Steph knew they were dating. Apparently, Danny had gotten them together, and he hadn't seen them act couple-ly since they found Danny making himself a sandwich.
Somewhere, Cass screams as Damian tells her the plan his brother hatched to help her with her crush. This was not the deal, boy! This was supposed to be funny!
Cass ain't laugh!
Sorry but have you ever slept on a pile of clothes cause I gotta tell you- it’s ✨phenomenal✨
The Ghost sucks at haunting.
Tim is annoyed, he moved in a new apartment. And it's hunted, he could possible deal with that, but this ghost must be the worst poltergeist in history.
He doesn't let books fly around. He usually tries to read them and gets angry. When the books get to complicated. Then he throws them.
Plus point for not throwing Tim's comic.
Does not let's plates and stuff flow around, just brings them in Tim's room when he didn't clean them.
Except for the time Tim got hurt on patrol and was really tired, the ghost did them himself.
Sometimes makes strange noise. Nothing creepy just strange. Turns out sometimes Tim just hears him play with something. Most of the time self build rockets.
Ghost doest not attack his gaming equipment. He plays whit them while Tim is out. This ghost even made his own saves.
He named his save files: totally not a ghost.
He took Tim's credit card and made an subscription to a space magazine.
Tim is pretty sure that's one of the worst ghost ever. It's just a roommate who doesn't pay rent and borrows all your stuff without asking.
Clark sees the Batfam beat his ranking: are you…challenging me?
DCxDP fanfic idea: Hot Wings
A new restaurant opens in Metropolis, boosting the best chiken wings this side of the country. It's a family business run by four siblings, but the owner is the second youngest, a nice young man named Danny Fenton.
He has twenty-two flavors to choose from that vary in spice. The spiciest is called "Ghost King," and the least spicy one is "Box Ghost." It's supposed to be very hard to handle the Ghost King wings, and Danny even claims Metas have a hard time handling them.
Clark tries it out with Jimmy and Lois on their shared lunch break. While both of his co-workers can't handle more than one bite, Clack can stomach three before tapping out. Danny adds his face to the wall dubbed "Ghost Court" despite the fact he couldn't do all eight.
Clark is surprised that he's the only one on there and gets placed at "Court Jester" for the number of wings he could handle. Despite the spice, the regular buffalo (or Johnny's 13) he ends up getting afterward is the best he's ever had.
The trio returned the following week for lunch, all trying a new flavor slightly higher on the spice meter. It makes his taste buds sing in the same way only Ma could accomplish.
King's Ghostly Wings rapidly becomes Clark's favorite place. He takes Conner with him the next time his brother visits and has a laugh when Conner attempts the Ghost King challenge. Conner could handle two, so he sadly didn't end up on the wall.
Conner doesn't seem to mind as he attempts to flirt with the waitress, Jasmine, who only laughs off his flirtations as Pa had beaten how to properly treat women into Conner's head. Clack watches with amusement as his clone's attention is quickly overcome by the Ember Wings he ordered (He thinks there are nine different hot peppers in there), acting like he never had real food until then.
A month later, Clark walks into King's Ghostly, smiling at Elle (Her full name is Danielle because her parents decided on a theme after Jasmine. It's Dan, Danny and Danielle.)
She sits next to the challenger wall, and he is mildly surprised to see more faces now. He no longer holds the Jester position. Instead, there is the smiling face of Stephine Brown, face red, eyes watery, and sweaty but gleeful. The words "Three and a half" indicate why she pushed him out.
Next to her is the Knight, held by a smirking Duke Thomas, proudly stating he managed four but he looks just as worn down as Stephine.
This is followed by the Grandmaster, who shows Jason Todd giving two thumbs-ups and tears streaming down his face; he managed five. Then there is Steward, who shows Tim Drake's half-dead face, looking like he was about to hurl, but his fingers are held up in the count of six.
The Queen position is a tie between one haughty Damian Wayne, looking to be glaring at the wings before him, and a mid-laugh Dick Grayson, who looks like he is having the time of his life with tears also streaming down his face. Seven each.
The King belong to Bruce Wayne who looks just as handsome and sauve as he would any photoshot. There is a half eaten wing in his mouth, while the man winks at the camera. Ariund him are plates with chicken wing bones. The count under his name shows fifteen.
Clark stares, then reaches for his cell phone. The call rings only three times before Bruce's strong voice goes through, dragging out the last word in a a cheerful shout
"What's up, ya slut!?" Great. Brucie voice. This means Bruce is in fornt of people who still think he's a airhead playboy.
"Bruce? Did you and your kids take the Ghost King wings challenge in Metropolis?" He asks anyway, because there is no way the bats were able to stomach this. How are they human?
"Clark," Bruce drags out the ar in his name, sounding like he's spinning in an office chair. Distantly, he can hear some voices mutter under their breath in annoyance. Bruce was in a board meeting he was trying to get out of. "Of course, the kids and I tried that place. Tim's friend, Conner, took him once, and he just had to have us try out the wings. Some of the best I ever had, but that challenge wasn't that hard. Not that I wouldn't mind going for the second round. I'll try it again if you're asking me out, big guy."
Clark feels a shiver run down his spine. Sometimes, he wonders if Batman and his lot had lied to them. There was no way they were human. "Ugh, no, I just wanted to check because it's a really hard-"
"This Saturday? Of course, I'm free. I'll have Alfred watch the kids. Oh and Clark, wear that suit I got you. You know the one.'' Bruce purs in his ear making the alien sit up straighter. He fights the urge to look around, upon hearing the code that Bruce had beaten into his head since day one of Batman and Superman team ups.
Bruce wanted to investigate the establishment and needed Superman's help. But what could the Fentons have done to catch the caped crusader's attention cities away?
Blushing, because couldn't Bruce think of a better cover, Clark responds. "The one with the gold or the one with rose gold?"
"Oh suger, rose gold was made for you" Bruce sighs dramaticly, implying so much in only one sentence. The Fentons weren't human then.
Clark confirms with Bruce staying long enough on the phone to hear him brag to the uncomfortable board members about his farmer boy who will be a fun roll through the hay and winces. If their "date" gets exposed, he'll have a lot of explaining to do when Lois eventually catches wind.
She took the whole "I'm Superman" thing well, so maybe the "Bruce often implies I'm his gay plaything on the side to protect our identities" thing well, too? He should wait for when she doesn't have access to kryptonite, just in case.
"Here you are," Danny says, walking over with a tray. With a kind, relaxed smile, he places Clark's order in front of him. It's the same one he's grown used to since first coming here but for the first time Clark notices the sense of other hidden in his eyes.
Behind him Dan is working on some wings at the open bar where various kids are watching with wide eyes. If Clark stares hard enough he swears he can see the tip of his pony tail lift as if flouting. Elle is carying more then she should be able to lift, and he realized she was pretending to struggle with the overloaded dishes as she busted.
Jasmin is the only one that seems human, calmly cashing out a family at the register.
Of course Clark missed all the signs but the Bats clocked them, likely the very first time Tim walked in here with Conner.
"Thanks, Danny," He says, still mindful of his manners. Who knows, maybe they aren't up to anything. It's not a crime to not be human. He should know.
As Clark bites into his wings, he prays there are no crimes going on. He would be really sad to see his favorite lunch place gone.
See I would call their team “Neverland” or “ isles”
Damian Wayne's Team
Aka The All New Teen Titans!!
Damian Wayne,leader.Robin > Shadowbird
Jon Kent,righthand man.Still Superboy
Mia 'Maps' Mizoguchi,righthand woman.7th Robin
Maya Ducard,the tech.Nobody > Grows up to be Odyssia
Suren Darga,the muscle.Fang
Kathy Branden,1/2 of the morale.Beacon
Colin Wilkes,the realist.Abuse
Irey West,the mighty pint.Thunderheart
Bobby Barnes,2/2 of the morale.Wonder Boy
Nell Little,the face.4th Batgirl
Keli Quintela,the chef.Teen Lantern
Laurel Kent,the extraterrestrial.Supergirl and Jon's transgender Earth 11 Variant
Tai Pham,the jokester.Green Lantern
75 issues,Brooklyn set Titans Tower and the canon ships are Damian/Maps,Jon/Jay Nakamura,Maya/Kathy,Suren/Nell and Bobby/Tai/Laurel!
In the dpxdc fandom where Danny is about Tim’s age, he definitely loves and adores Damian and they take the BEST naps together. Danny was only able to convince Damian to nap with him cause he can keep them safe while asleep
The Water Miller
Early noon near a new lake covered in large rocks and wooden boards with much too faded pictures on them. There near the edge where the lake meets the ocean sits a beautiful mermaid combing through her knee-long hair. It's peaceful and calm all around. However, this mermaid is all alone and she is both bored and lonely. Far off in the ocean, she sees something splash briefly. She is curious. She dives into the water to see what it could be. As she swims closer she sees a tail– a mermaid's tail, how exciting, someone to hang out with! The mermaid gets closer and before she can say anything, she feels the bone-chilling fear of being hunted. She stops swimming towards the mermaid and quickly looks around. She finds that the tail she was chasing is attached to something much bigger. The tail ripper stories of this beast are ones of true horror. A beast that uses the tail of its previous meal to lure other mermaids to eat and tear them apart and she knows this. The mermaid turns around and swims as fast as she can back to the lake. She knows the tail ripper is much too large to fit inside its entrance, and the tail riper is closing in. She swims faster. She's scared and tired but she's almost there! She rushes on through the entrance to the center of the lake. The tail ripper had gotten close and had cut her deep into her tail. She was bleeding but safe. As she was catching her breath she noted that the Tail ripper could get closer to the entrance but stopped far from the entrance. The mermaid looks around and notices that the lake is deeper and smoother than she thought. It wouldn't be worrying if there were bubbles and a distinct lack of any life around. As she looks she sees her blood, but it's not disappearing–it's sinking, sinking into the darkest part of the lake and so is she. As her eyes adjust and panic rises, she realizes that this is not a lake, it's a mouth. She looks up and launches herself to swim up and out. The mouth is closing and teeth start protruding. As she nears the surface of the water, she remembers the wood left by the shore and realizes they were warnings left by the humans to warn others that this is not as it seems. The mouth is almost completely closed with about a foot between the lips when the mermaid thinks, ¨I should have listened to those old stories, about the miller lake.¨ The mouth snaps shut and sinks below the water's surface waiting for its next meal to swim in.
Physical definition of “he’s just a little guy”
he's just a little guy
The Boy Wonder #2 by Juni Ba