#((damian: richard i DEMAND—

[starlooove]

Dick drops Damian off at Joey’s to babysit and Damian is so pressed on the car ride there. Like first of all he doesn’t NEED a babysitter and even if he did why can’t he just go with Dick? Dick is so hateful, he preaches all that bullshit about love and tolerance and care for family but now that Damian needs him he’s abandoning him??? To a STRANGER?! Dick will rue this day, the day of his ultimate BETRAYAL.

Dick goes to pick Damian up and he refuses to leave.

#he’s covered in paint and there’s 70s music going on in the background and if Richard picks him up rn it’s proof he doesn’t love him so…. #whenever literally anything happens he demands to go to Joey’s to be babysat. #I am but a child Grayson. I cannot be on my own. it’s dangerous. #literally everyone but Jason is at the manor rn. #Joey ofc joins Damian to gang up on dick #‘what if something happens and the only way it can be solved is by him being possessed by someone with more experience hm? what then?’ #that’s his son now #dick wonders if this is how bruce feels sometimes #Joey visits wayne manor but it’s not the same #(bc Joey’s place doesn’t have any bad memories associated unlike WM but this ain’t about angst so) #Dick is chill yknow like he KNEW Damián and Joey would get along he’s not feeling replaced at all #…until he sees Damian rocking overalls. he only started wearing them after meeting Joey and before that he would’ve killed himself before- #-even considering. but NOW?! #oh hc that Joey regularly wears overalls btw. last tag doesn’t make sense without that #anyways Damian is trying to get dick and Joey together now. it literally makes the most and when dick is like m #‘bro u cannot do that’ Damian is like ‘I thought u wanted me to be happy…’ and joeys like ‘I DID hear u say that (lying)’ #Damian may be a child of divorce but he refuses to be a child of two idiots who didn’t even realize they were in love. embarrassing. #Joey absolutely let’s Damian be a kid he introduces him to fingerpainting and he goes wild #personal hc that’s totally not projection that Damian feels like he not only has to master everything but do it at 100% every time period #Joey is like no bro like ik the process of getting a painting right is satisfying but u can draw a squiggly line and you’ll be fine I swear #it takes Damian a while bc he gets it mentally but he physically can’t like he feels so much shame at the thought of smth ‘imperfect’ #everything Damian draws goes on the fridge and the walls and in frames around Dick and joeys apartment bc duh #but all three of them have an adoration for the fucked up bee Damian fingerpainted with wonky lines a goofy smile and the colors bleeding- #-out the lines. #all of this is like when Damian is 11 to me like ik he is older now but they kept him in such a wack environment I need to fix it #anyways

[evilminji]

Okay, as I have mentioned, I'm Ace AF. And you know that plot line in kids cartoons where the alien or foreign Warrior Royalty just sort of *violently kicks down door in full armor* "We Will Marry."? I?? Always said:

"Sure!" (#OhThankFUCK!)

Like what do you mean "No"? The powerful, attractive, monarch that is very into you has travel a great distance JUST to marry you! Now you don't have to date! They seem nice! You can skip the whole "trying to find a life partner" awkwardness.

So, Sudden New Fiancee(tm) how we doing this? Blended customs? Two weddings? One in your peoples traditions, one in mine? Should we invite your family? Tell me more about yourself.

God, this solves just... SO MUCH for me? No having to make small talk. No "do they like me?" Or "am I reading the signs here right?" No failed dates! It's positively ideal! AND they announced why they were qualified, in a VERY impressive show of power and prestige, when they arrived! Good lineage AND accomplished!! Very nice.

Don't get why everyone's so upset.

Sure the "we leave at once" thing that usually follows would have to be discussed, but that's what you DO as spouses. Really guys, it's like you think I'm incapable of common sense here.

And you know who probably agrees with me? Damian Wayne.

Hell is other people, INDEED. You expect him to just... randomly go up to people and try Courting them? What do you MEAN it's "creepy" to compile portfolios on eligible individuals of worthy bloodlines? How ELSE is he supposed to know if they are worth attempting to talk too?!

There are BILLIONS of humans on this gods forsaken rock, Richard! Is he supposed to just GUESS? Gamble and hope for LUCK? This is a MARRIAGE not a "best friends club"!

Then? Danny showes up.

Gotham heard her baby talking. Heard her KING being harassed by clearly plotting Observants and power hungry ghosts MANY times his age. Connected some dots. Formed themselves a new OTP.

Danny says "Fuck It". Worst he can say is No. According to Gotham, he is neither Shy not the meek obedient sort. Is in fact, VERY stabby. So if he's not interested he'll no doubt be BRUTALLY clear about that.

So? Danny gets Fright Knight. Go get him a horse. Someone fetch Cujo some armor. He's been told the guy like weapons and animals.

TIME TO BE IMPRESSIVE.

He goes FULL Regalia. Armor of solid night sky. Cape of frost and stardust. Crown like crack in reality itself, through which the cosmos gleam and shift. He gets a horse from the far frozen. They're wooly and carnivorous. Gets THE most impressive sword he can find to wear.

It's gonna be a gift, since he doesn't need it.

He does the whole "rend the skies open" thing. Fan fair and knights. Every title he's ever been given, no matter how embarrassing he find them in reality. And announces his intentions. Declares that ONLY Damian Wayne, aka. Robin, is WORTHY to Marry Him. And (in the traditional Ghost proposal of "either accept or tell me to fuck off" /w violence) Demands Damian accept his offer of Marriage.

Right there.

IN THE WATCHTOWER.

In front of EVERYBODY. And yes, ESPECIALLY the Bats. Who are making glitching, vaguely threatening DEMONIC NOISES. Because? You... you THREATEN the BABY? Death. Ten thousand years DEATH.

People are :O ing and backing away from the visible heatwave of unadulterated FURY being put off by Batman. Danny is nano-second from every bone his ANCESTORS had being reduced to a fine paste.

Then? Damian consider him... considers the sword being thrust in his direction, still held aloft in a steady and armored hand... contemplates those titles for a second...

And goes: "Acceptable. Very well, but I have demands."

N..... Nani the FUCK? Says local Bat-Dad. No??? You are NOT GETTING MARRIED.

Try to stop him. He very obviously IS, according to Damian, the man brought him a kick ass sword and has a giant green dog. Is the king of an ENTIRE REALITY. Yes, he realizes he probably COULD do better... but frankly? This one's cute. But if it upset you so... extended engagement. There. Happy?

NO! Because the JLA Dark are LOSING THEIR SHIT. Damian is still UNDERAGE. We don't even know how OLD this being is! NO MARRIAGE.

Damian is unimpressed. A whole six months? That he's likely already LIVED thanks to various timeloops, temporal shenanigans, and reality warping bits of fuckery? You're reaching.

Just? Marriage Meet Cute.

@hdgnj @ailithnight @the-witchhunter @nerdpoe

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #marriage meet cute au #danny phantom #damian wayne #bruce may break his no killing rule #dick DEFINITELY about to break the no killing rule #tim is making out with Kon in a closet and misses most of this #good for him honestly

[meowmeowmeowmeow4x]

Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 4

Damian's face twisted in disgust at the offending object.

Phantom's quirked in confusion. He nudged the massive striped bass towards the smaller siren. "What's wrong?"

"I am a vegetarian." Damian huffed. "And it's raw."

"Oh. Uh, whoops." Phantom shrugged. "I don't know how to break it to you, dude, but, like... There's not much better to eat out there."

Damian glared at him. "I would rather starve."

Perhaps he was being too stubborn. With a buffoon of a companion such as this, the situation was better treated as a survival scenario than a mere mission. Damian was no fool. Vegetarianism was a luxury afforded to those with the food abundance to choose.

That, and it had been a solid sixteen hours since his last meal. His tail felt sore and aching in a way he hadn't felt in years. His stomach growled and groaned, demanding something to fill it.

The last time he felt a hunger like this was when he was still in the League, when they sent him out on weeks long missions where he starved under moonlight and ate birds and rats to survive.

"Come on, Damian, you need to eat something." Phantom cajoled, as if his puppy-eyed look could ever match that of Richard's. "And the seaweed's not gonna sustain you. Believe me I tried."

"Are sirens obligate carnivores?"

"No, but-"

"Then tell me why I cannot sustain myself off of kelp and seaweed?"

"Dude, those things have literally no calories in them."

A valid point, but just because he was right did not mean Damian had to cede the point so easily. "Is the siren species so primitive as to not have cultivated plants in order to sustain their population?"

"I literally don't know how to answer that dude. Do I look like an ambassador or something to you?"

Damian frowned.

"Look, it's getting late and we'll need all the rest we can get. I promise it doesn't taste that bad. We'll try and work something out tomorrow, how's that?"

Damian sighed. "Very well, but only because I very my life, thank you very much."

"Thank god for that..."

Damian unwrapped himself from his tail, and approached the poor fish. "I am terribly sorry, fish. I will not let your sacrifice be in vain." He muttered.

He looked up to find Phantom with a small knife, cutting up the fish into messy fillets, like this was the first time he'd done so. Peculiar. Surely he had lived off fish his entire life, and had deboned many before this moment.

"Just so you don't get poked in the mouth by a bone or two. Those things suck."

Phantom offered a strip of meat. Shutting his eyes, Damian took the food, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing minimally before swallowing.

The taste was... acceptable.

More than acceptable. perhaps.

It would be a shame to let the fish's death go to waste.

...

Damian sank his teeth into the side of the fish, eyes almost rolling into the back of his head from the taste.

Some time later...

Danny floats back into the cave, a handful of kelp bundled up in his arms. "Hey Damian, look I know this situation sucks for you, like in every way, so I went out and got some greens for you, just so it's not all meat and- Wait, Damian?"

The boy in question slept fastly, his fins gently drifting back in forth in the small currents caused by Danny's entrance. His head was slumped against the bass he'd brought in earlier, little strips of fish still stuck in his teeth.

Now that he wasn't making faces and being angry at Danny, he was honestly pretty cute.

Danny wiped some of the bits of meat off Damian's cheek, careful not to scratch his soft scales with a misplaced claw. Despite being so small, Damian managed to chew through a sizable portion of the fish that was easily half his size or more.

Setting the child's body to the side, and draping a small blanket over him, Danny set to finishing off the rest.

He hoped everyone back home wouldn't worry too much. If the GiW boats didn't clear out by tomorrow, then they were in for a big problem. He and Tucker were working on making waterproof earpieces, but they weren't ready yet, and his waterproof phone had been left in his room when he'd rushed out to get Damian back. That meant no communication with Amity Island whatsoever. No way to get in contact with Bruce Wayne, and no way for his friends to know he and Damian were ok.

He was really in over his head, wasn't he?

The morning came with a very loud wake up call.

"YO BABYPOP!"

Danny jolted awake and bumped his head into the nearest desk overhead. "Who's attacking us?!"

Beside him, Damian jerked himself into a defensive stance (or as close to one as he could manage.)

The curtains of the cave were pushed open, allowing streams of sunlight to stream in and blind the boy with its glare. Peeking into the cave was the head of one Ember McClain, a vicious grin plastering her face.

"You never told me you got a kid!"

Damian chirped indignantly.

Danny sputtered. "Whawhwh Wh Wait a second!"

Ember pulled out of the cave, and squealed. "Yo Kitty! Dipstick's got himself a kid!"

A woosh of water rushed past, and Kitty's neon green and teal scales showed themselves. "Omg! Phantom aren't you like fifteen? What the heck?!"

Danny blushed deeply teal. "He's not mine I swear!"

Ember pushed Kitty out of the way. "Oh my gosh he's so tiny. Who's the lucky woman?? Or man??? Phantom what have you been getting up to without us?!"

Damian hissed at him from behind Danny's shoulder (when did he get there?) "Begone, harpies! And cease your accusations! I would sooner perish than be related in any way to this incompetent fool."

Ember trilled in adoration. "He's so freaking adorable. Where did you get him, Babypop? An orphanage??"

Danny would've done a spittake, if he was above water. "W-what?! Dude, literally where would even find an orphanage around here?"

"Did his parents dump you on him like Johnny was?"

"Uh I'm not even gonna question that."

Ember clasped her hands to her mouth in scandalous shock. "No way, did you finally turn to the dark side and kidnap him?"

Damian piped up again, gripping on Danny's shoulders with his unsheathed claws and rising higher. "Nonsense, I claim no familial relationship with this person, not by blood, law, or emotion. He is as close to me as any stranger would."

"Ouch Damian. I literally saved your life."

Ember and Kitty chortled and shorted. They clutched their bellies and lead against the walls of the cave. "It's just... PFPFTT Phantom you total scoundrel, ahah!"

"Yeah yeah, look I gotta get this kid back to his dad on Amity, and quick. He's probably losing his mind over there."

Kitty gasped. "So you did turn him."

Danny shushed them. "Don't scream it out for the whole ocean to hear!"

He rushed out the entrance of the cave and shooed them in, covering the doorway up as they entered.

"Look I'd really, really rather you guys keep this on the down low. This is kind of a huge deal right now." Danny said.

He turned to Damian, still perched on his shoulder, his little tail brushing against Danny's ghostly white sail. "Is it ok if I tell them?"

"if it will convince them to vacate the premises."

"If you have to know, Damian's the son of some ultra rich guy. Skulker got him for whatever reason, and I was forced to turn him."

"Dude, Skulker went for a literal child?!" Ember clenched her first, likely hiding her extending claws. Right, Skulker was a bit of a touchy subject for her. "Of his own kind, no less?!"

"That's fucking low, girl."

"And now the GiW are going crazy too. Probalby got a huge donation or whatever. We're just waiting untli they go away so I can get Damian back to his dad, without any dissections. That also means none of you guys should be going near the place either."

"Pfft, too late for that."

Danny froze. "Who did they get?"

"Relaaxx, Dipstick. I was just preparing another concert, only for like fifty boats to show up out of fuckin' nowhere. Luckily I heard them before they saw me, but come on! I was miles from Amity at that point!"

"Miles?" Damian whispered.

Danny felt the same way too. They were only increasing their patrols now, shit.

"It's bad enough that the rest of the Pod are freaking migrating. We haven't migrated in years!"

"Yeah, actually, Phantom you wanna join us? I know you have this whole, err, thing, with Amity Island, but we hardly see you. And Johnny's been itching for a rematch."

Danny looked over his shoulder, to where Damian was lost in thought. This might have been the first them he'd seen the kid not glaring.

"Thanks for the offer, but I need to get Damian home. It's my fault he's like this, and he's got a whole family out there waiting for him."

"Don't you too?"

Danny swallowed a thick of water. He did have a family, a family that was probably going crazy. But at least part of that family, and his friends, knew he could take care of himself, knew that he was a siren, knew that the water was his element. Damian's family didn't have that luxury.

"We'll figure it out."

The girls shared a look, and shrugged. "The offer still stands, Babypop. Oh, and i'll be sure to fuckin' dice Skulker next time i see him, lying, cheatin' bastard.

For a moment, the boys watched the two siren teens' trailing tails, before they turned a corner and disappeared.

"Gotham."

"What was that?" Danny asked.

"If Amity Island is inaccessible to us, then we have to go to Gotham."

"Isn't Gotham-"

"On the East Coast? Yes, it is. It's our only option."

"That's thousands of miles, and you can't even walk!"

"Would you rather we stay here, waiting for the GiW to approach us and kill us both?"

Danny clenched his jaw. Damian was right, wasn't he.

"The only way to reunite me with Father is to go to Gotham. They will not be expecting us there."

"How can you be so sure?"

Damian dislodged himself from Danny's shoulder and floated in front of him. "Because they are unaware of the sirens' power of transformation, am I correct?"

"Good point, but wait, how did you know that?"

"I did some cursory research before coming here. The prevailing theories put forth by the supposed 'experts' on the matter asserted that sirens eat their human victims, with no mentions of turning. They have no reason to believe I am not dead., and no reason to suspect any siren activity in Gotham."

"And you're ok with that. Thousands of miles of swimming in the endless ocean full of things wanting to eat you?"

"Are you not?"

"Ok ok, calm down." Danny had to chuckle though. Rich as this kid may be, he was definitely not spoilt enough to sit still and wait for his dad to save him.

"And the fastest way to get to Gotham is via the Panama Canal." Damian puffed his chest out in what was probably pride. Danny stared at him, dumbfounded.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Have I ever jested to you before?"

"No seriously. The Panama Canal. You realise that place is monitored up and down, right? Literally the moment we get spotted, the locks are gonna, you know, lock down, and then we'll be stranded and sitting ducks to be chopped up by the GiW."

"That will not be an issue. You possess the power of camouflage, do you not? And again, they will not be expecting us in Panama, so they will have no reason to bring any sonars there."

Danny wanted to bang his head against the wall. This idea sounded so stupid, but not stupid enough that it was unfeasable.

"In addition, you said it yourself. Your negligence resulted in my permanent loss of humanity, so it is your responsibility to do whatever you can do right your wrong."

Shit. Came with being the son of a businessman, didn't it? This kid was guilttripping the hell out of him and Danny could honestly not say he didn't deserve it.

"Fiiiine. We're going to Panama."

"Excellent." Damian grinned. "Let us leave immediately."

Danny could only pray that none of the 50 things that could go wrong, did go wrong, but when was his luck ever that good?

No, instead, Danny strapped in whatever supplies he had laying around in the cave. To Panama we go...

#dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #damian wayne #merman #merboy #dcxdp #angst #vegetarianism #damian vs fish #the fish wins #ember mcclain #mer!danny #mer danny #mer!damian #mer damian #mermaid au

[adhdslugcrimes]

Damian: West, we demand you to tell us Richard's past this instant!

Jason: yeah, tell us or we're not above torturing you. You're not like Roy, you will spill.

Wally, smiling: wrong~♪ my lips are sealed and torturing won't loosen them up too.

Steph: aw why not!

Duke: guess I'll put up the bone saw...

Wally: I made a blood oath to Dick, that's why.

Jason: I fuckin what now?

Wally: blood oath, that's why my left hand has a scar on it I wore a speedster nullify bracelet he made for the blood oath, a deep cut so I can remember it. We did it over a sleepover.

Tim: what kind of sleepovers were you having!?

Wally: blood oath kind, duh. So stop asking around about Dick's past and enjoy the peaceful bliss of not knowing.

Damian: we won't stop, eventually someone will tell us.

Wally: try, either everyone is loyal to Dick like me or scared of Dick like Bruce and Slade. You're getting nothing.

Jason: we're not giving up.

Batfam: yeah!

#wally west #birdflash #batfam #jason todd #damian wayne #tim drake #stephanie brown #duke thomas #they want to know Dick's past but won't Bec nobody will spill #wally might be a speedster and everyone pin him as a sunshine boy #but speedsters have killed in canon too #and he's loyal to default with Dick

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

It was quite a shock when Damian had asked his brothers for assistance in a project for his advance music theory class.

It was a unspoken knowledge that music was a part of the Wayne family.

If they didn’t have an affinity for an instrument then it was singing and if not singing dancing.

Almost everyone who came into the family had some sort or knack and those who hadn’t picked it up along the way.

Damian was the most uninterested members when he had joined the family so it was quite a shock when he demanded help this morning.

Testing out the drums Jason shared a look with the others before asking,

“So why did you need all of us to begin with? You’re not recording or anything right?”

Damian let out a tch as for himself ready,

“Not right now, but I felt it imperative to go over my composition at least once altogether, in case I felt the need to add.”

The kid continued to tune the ukulele in his hands.

It was a strange choice for the ex assassin but when questioned he merely claimed it was due to it’s size being easier to travel with.

“Well I think it’s an interesting choice in lead instrument baby bird!”

Dick claimed as he played with his maraca while glancing over his sheet music.

“I think it will go nicely with the your lyrics! But I do have to ask-“

“I made the lyrics very clear.”

“And you did! But-“

Damian gave a glare as Dick took a seat.

“I will cut out the maracas, do not test me Richard.”

Tim gave a snort from his place slumped over the piano,

“Just be glad you got to see the vocal sheet music, he just annotated the places he wanted me to harmonize with you.”

“Yeah we’ll you kind of have to be more focused my your hands than anything else.”

Silence fell as they finished their warm ups and Damian began to strum his cords.

The eldest watched as the others raised their eyebrows at the tempo and of the tune but came just the the same.

“I lost my cool, I’m not sure how to act, not even sure how I can keep my pride intact.”

Jason felt his eyebrows raise at the lyrics as Dick and Tim started their backup harmonies.

“No, I'm not falling for you, so please have mercy on me

'Cause it's not romantic, I swear I'm not gasping for air

I want you to be here, but please don't come near

'Cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding

I'm not ready for hand holding

It's not love, I swear It might be closer to despair.”

The first interlude began and Jason shot an incredulous look at Dick. Was this the demon brat? Were they sure he hadn’t been replaced in the night with some sappy clone?

Dick for his part tried to convey to younger brother to just keep playing.

“No, I don't want want you to teach me how to dance Get your heart away from me, you'll put me into a trance

And even though I think about you day and night

I'm not sure if this whole love thing sounds quite right”

Tim craned his neck as the chorus started again, to look at Damian and nearly fell off his stool when he realized that there was blush on the younger’s face.

‘Who in god’s name has somehow wiggled their way past the kid’s defenses?!’

Damian, for his part was refusing to look in the other’s direction as he powered through to the last verse.

“Cause even though I'm pretty sure my head's exploding

I'm not ready for hand holding

It's not love, I swear

It might be closer to despair”

Crooning the last notes to the song, Damian seemed to take a moment to gather himself before quickly striking last note and letting the room fill with silence.

No one seemed to know how to react after such a performance for a second.

Then Dick tried to clear the frog in his throat and the moment was over.

“Baby bird-“

“Cease your prodding, this was for a school project and nothing more.”

Damian gritted out as he stood from his seat,

“Now if you excuse me I am going to return to my room, I feel that if I were to add a bass to the background it would help with the mixing of sounds.”

And left as quickly as he could without raising suspicions.

“Holy fuck,”

Jason breathed out,

“When did the brat gain his first crush?”

“It has to be new.”

Tim rubbed his temple with his thumb,

“He’s still clearly in denial so he hasn’t really gotten used to the idea.”

“You say that like he doesn’t share his dna with the most emotionally constipated man in the known universe.”

“Guys.”

Dick raised his hands in exasperation,

“We can argue on whether or not he’s conscious about his crush later. Right now I want to do some background checks on this person.”

Before exiting the music room,

Tim gave him a disbelieving look,

“Background checks? Dick we don’t even have a name here.”

“Yeah dickhead, even if we’re assuming that he wrote this song about someone in his school we’re still looking a number in the hundreds.”

“That would be true,”

Dick’s eyes took a mischievous look as the other’s followed him into the office.

“If it wasn’t for the fact that Damian had complained about this assignment beforehand, so I know for a fact that it’s about someone in his Advanced music theory class.”

Jason and Tim shared a similar expression as they joined him in the cave.

“That does narrow it down a bit, what’s an average class size replacement?”

“Oh about 20 students, but with the fact that this is an non essential elective course, I would bet it to be smaller.”

With a shared nod and grin they started up the bat computer.

Not like they had any other big plans today anyways.

————

The song if you want

#listen this song has been hitting me over the head white the dead serious vibes so I finally gave in #dp x dc #writing prompt #dc x dp #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #dead serious #denial is a hell of a drug #and Damian may have a bit of an addiction to it #papa bats was very much watching the entire thing through his cameras #it is Danny he’s singing about #danny phantom #shipping #writting prompt #one shot

[flamingpudding]

DPxDC Family Week June 22 (Day 5)

Prompt: Children | Music

A/N: Super random and I had no idea what to do with the prompts until a couple hours ago.

AO3 Link: DPxDC Family Week Contributions

It was supposed to be a slow and easy day, barely anything big happening. Just a day for them all to chill and relax. Danny really had hoped for that one calm day. He had gotten Jason to come to the Manor to help him with his literature homework. It took a lot of convincing but in the end he managed to convince his second oldest brother to come. Normally he would have asked Jazz or Barbara but the girls were out on a girls night Steph had demanded.

He knows that Dick was also in the Mansion the moment Danny had let it slip a day earlier that he had gotten Jason to agree to help him; the eldest had announced that was going to come visit too. Of course to spend time with the two youngest Damian and Ellie who were busy caring for the animals in Damians Barn. That he got to hang out with Jason, read: force a hangout, was just a bonus.

Bruce was probably in the office and Alfred was in the kitchen baking.

Everything sounds like a nice and calm day doesn't it? Yea, Danny would have thought so too if it weren't for that sudden slip of cold air leaving his lips as well as a certain ghost looking at him through his Textbook.

He blinked, Jason blinked, they blinked.

"Desiree?" Danny carefully started. "What are you doing here?"

She was supposed to be in the Ghost Zone, specifically in Walker's Prison on time out for granting Condiment King of all people a wish and nearly flooding all of Gotham in mustard, ketchup and other things. Lady Gotham hadn't been very amused either, which was why Desiree should be in Walker's Prison.

The ghost in question only smiled brightly at him and he resisted the urge to close the book in her face. He could see Jason digging around in his bag, ever since the ghost had followed him to Gotham he had made sure that all of his siblings had at least something to catch them. "Well hello there Phantom. I just wanted to see if anyone wanted anything."

Before he could answer her she slipped away from them. Danny cursed in a way that would make Jason proud as he jumped off his chair, changed forms and followed the other ghost through the floor, barely remembering to yell at his brother to tell the others to not utter anything that could remotely sound like a good damn wish.

Too bad Danny had not anticipated Desiree going to the Kitchen were Alfreed and Bruce were apparently having a little nostalgic chat. In which Alfred just happens to say that he wished he had more photos of the times all of them had been children.

One wish granting ghosts intermission later…

Alfred blinked at where Bruce had been sitting a couple seconds ago. No, Bruce was still sitting there but he was not the adult he had been talking to but the six years old version.

"Master Bruce?"

The child looked up at him, tilting their head. "Alfred? Why do you look so old? Older than you normally do?"

Well wasn't that a predicament, Alfred mused. "Master Bruce, what is the last thing you remember?"

"Mom and Dad told me they were going on a business trip and I would be alone with you in the Manor for a while."

Okay that was something Alfred could work with. Surely one of the children could tell him what was going on. Maybe Daniel had an idea, this could be something related to the Infinite Realms after all.

"Alfred! Do you know where Father is?" The butler turned to the kitchen entrance only to find Damian and Danielle each holding onto the hands of a young Richard. "Richard suddenly turned into a child and he doesn't appear to remember us."

"I don't remember you because I don't know you." The child between the two frowned at them. "How did I get here? Did you kidnap me?"

"We didn't twerp. You got de-aged." Danielle was clearly fessed up with young Richard and Alfred couldn't help but chuckle.

"Who are you guys and why are you at my home?" Bruce suddenly piped up jumping of his chair and rushing over to the three.

"I live here, who are you brat?" Danielle questioned in return before Damian could say anything, her eyes narrowed at the young Bruce.

"Nu-uh. I live here with Mom and Dad. You're the stranger."

"Hi I am Richard but call me Dick, I got kidnapped."

"We did not kidnap you."

"Hi, I am Bruce and that's Alfred."

"Alfred, this boy… is that father?"

"I am afraid so, Master Damian."

Before anything further could be discussed the screaming of two other children could be heard. Bruce and Dick rushed out of curiosity toward the noise as children were. Damian and Ellie quickly followed behind them. Alfred didn't take long to also follow them.

The five of them did not expect to find more children but these two were brawling. Two similar looking young boys were currently fighting each other biting, hair pulling and even punching while screaming at each other.

"NO JAZZ TOLD ME STEALING IS BAD!"

"SHUT UP YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!"

"NO! YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!"

"NO YOU!"

Alfred did recognise one of them as Jason while the other most likely was Daniel. Clearing his throat the butler waited for the two brawling children to notice him before pulling them apart. "Master Jason. Master Daniel. You two shouldn't fight inside the house."

Danny scrunched up his nose side eyeing the Butler and Ellie cooed who would have guessed that her template used to be this cute. "I don't like that. Call me Danny."

Jason on the other hand stuck his tongue out at Danny once the two got separated. "Daniel, Daniel, Daniel."

Danny glared and Ellie could only laugh at the face he was making. "Stop that."

Damian let out a sigh. "It looks like everyone but us got turned into children. What could be the cause of this?"

Danielle shrugged. "Dunno, the only I know that could do that is a ghost but she is in ghost prison."

"I will see if I can conta-"

"Weeeeeeeeeee!"

The two youngest turned oldest looked up in time to see Dick swinging on the foyers chandelier. The young child's hand slipped and suddenly the boy was free falling. Both rushed to catch the child, Ellie taking to the air and catching him while Damian on the ground let out a sigh of relief, before realizing that Jason and Bruce were gone.

Danny thankfully was still with Alfred holding on to the butler hand watching wide eyed and in awe how Ellie was slowly floating down to the ground with Richard in her arms. The boy was loudly yelling "Again" over and over.

"We need to find Father and Todd." Damian declared once Richard safely touched ground. The boy pouted but took Alfred's hand as he was told.

"I believe Master Bruce might have thought out his old room. It would be in the right wing of the second floor. In regards to Master Jason…"

"I will find him." Danielle offered, already speeing off. Damian only huffed in annoyance as the girl did not stay long enough for him to properly plan how to find the two missing children. With another huff he turned around and left to find his child turned father.

Alfred only smiled as the two now oldest children left and led the two whose hands he was holding towards the kitchen. "Master Richard, Master Daniel. How about you two help me bake some cookies?"

"They won't come to live will they?"

The butler chuckled at little Daniel's question but also noted that down as a worrisome statement he would have to inquire later about. "No they won't but they will surely taste better with two little helpers."

The boy let out a sigh in relieve as the other tilted his head slightly. "I love cookies! This is definitely the coolest time I have ever gotten kidnapped for."

"You have gotten kidnapped before? Jazz said getting kidnapped is bad."

"Nope, this is my first time! But how can it be bad if it's fun so far? I wanna swing on that ceiling thing again!"

"I wanna try that too…"

Alfreed only shook his head as he let the two children continue to talk. Whatever was happening the butler would make sure to take as many pictures as he could. This was his one golden opportunity to get these for the family albums. After all Tim had gifted him last month with the latest phone model that supposedly had one of the best cameras integrated.

--------------

Somewhere else in Gotham…..

When Tim finally got out of the meetings he took a look at his phone. Alfred had been sending pictures all day and he hadn't had the time to take a look at them. He choked on his coffee as pictures of Bruce, Dick, Jason and Danny as children greeted him. The young Co-CEO rubbed his eyes wondering if he was dreaming but then Alfred sent him a video that he instantly saved in his blackmail folder. Whatever was going on he would hold that over his brother's heads for a long time.

Duke leaned back into his chair finally taking a break from his study session. He had ignored his phone so far. Now that he was taking a break he looked at it and spluttered at the cuteness that greeted him. Wait, was that Bruce? And Dick? And Jason? And Danny? What was happening in the Manor? Wasn't today supposed to be a slow day? Hurriedly, the Meta packed up his things from his library table and made his way back home. He did stop shortly at one point to take a look at the video Alfred sent, trying but failing to stop the laugh that bubbled out of him.

The girls all crowded around the screen as Barbara pulled up a live feat from the Manors cameras. They all collectively squalled when they watched the children play. A part of them wondered if they should go to the manor to help Alfred Damian and Ellie but they were having too much fun just watching the chaos unfold on screen.

In the video and live on Barbara's screen four children were currently dancing to the strangest music with Danielle before them instructing them on how to pull off the best moves. All the children's attention was on her as she taught them everything from easy hip hop moves to the funkiest dance move she, herself could think of. Meanwhile Damian was on the sidelines, head in his hand mumbling something but because of the music neither the video Alfred was taking nore the video cams, the girls were watching them from, picked it up.

A couple day's later a blindfolded Constantine finally grazed the Wayne Manor with his presence and a solution to return the four children back to their original age. Once that was done, three out of four were certainly mortified, the fourth trying to take it with Humor all while Alfred was happily working on an additional family photo album.

#dpxdcfamilyweek #danny phantom #danny fenton #damian wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #de-aging #de-aged Danny #de-aged Jason #de-aged Dick #de-aged Bruce #Desiree granting wishes again #Alfred only wanted more photos #dpxdc #dcxdp #fanfic #dp x dc #crossover #dc x dp #no beta wie die like danny

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Stephanie: Get that sword outta my face, you gremlin!

Damian: It is time for you and Richard to answer for your treachery! 

Stephanie: What? Is-this-about-ping-pong? Did-Dick-tell-you-I-let-you-win?? Unbelievable!!!

Damian: What!? *sudden look of shock* Your knavery knows no bounds. *face sours up again* No! This is about the perplexing “thieves’ cant” you and Richard tuck into the corners of pages in ALL of your reports. 

Stephanie: Huh??

Damian: This symbol! *holds up notebook*

Damian: Did you really believe I would not notice this cryptic communication between the two of you? I demand to know what this arcane scribble means and why my meticulous research into its origin yielded nothing!

Stephanie: Oh, Damian…

Damian: I will not be patronised or deceived or lied to any longe-

Stephanie: *swiftly dodges out of the swords' way and hugs Damian tightly* (Damian is initially uncomfortable but allows her to hold him)

Damian (after a long moment): I take it that you are sorry for your betrayal.

#bad cop worse cop #stephanie brown #damian wayne #batgirl #robin #batman #dc comics #bat family #batfam #batman and robin #comics #fanfic #fanfiction #the spoiler #robins #batgirl 2009 #batman and robin 2009

[avis-writeshq]

Welcome to Golden: a milestone event!

Welcome to Golden: a milestone event!

I am honoured to announce that we have reached 2.1k on this blog! To properly commemorate this momentous occasion, you are invited to join Golden: a milestone event where guests from across the world will be invited. As such, please enjoy our festivities filled with music, writing, and requests for your enjoyment!

Thank you to everyone who has supported me during this time! I truly appreciate every single one of you 💜

THIS EVENT HAS ENDED ! THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT ! 💙

▹ track one: i once believed love would be

requests are open! these fics will be at least 500 words for each request and will also be set in the canon universe. please see below in regards to the requesting guidelines.

guidelines:

in order for me to complete a request, it needs to have a character and a story/plot line. the characters i am currently taking requests for can be found at the end of this post. 

i currently write only for fem!reader because that is what i have experience in and because i haven’t figured out the mechanics for gn!reader or male!reader.

i do not write smut (suggestive is ok!), gore, or cheating (done by/on reader), loss of child, incest, poly relationships or age regression. i have the right to delete or deny any requests that come through my inbox. 

do not send me a request that you have already sent to another author. it’s icky, it’s iffy, and it ends up with at least one person getting hurt. it’s just a generally not great thing to do and i recommend not doing it at all. i understand that it might take longer than desired for your request to come out, but that doesn’t change the fact that the people who are writing these fics are exactly that: people.

please be patient! i am currently working three jobs and each of them carry their own demands. i will most definitely get to your request, but these things do take time. 

▹ track two: black and white 

ask games!  these games include: fmk, general asks (ask me any question and i will answer!), etc.

find a list of ask games below:

emoji ask game ‼️ colour ask game (open to everyone) ‼️ character ask game ‼️ WIP ask game ‼️

▹ track three: but it’s golden

alternate universe! send me a character in a situation that isn’t the norm (eg. single dad!spencer reid, rockstar!remus lupin) and i’ll write a drabble about it.

same rules & guidelines as track one.

i do not write hybrid!au, stoner!au or priest/religious!au. 

▹ track four: like daylight

bonus track : remix! send me an ask about a fic that i’ve already written (eg. sparks fly!reader, train rides!reader) and send a request based on those characters. this could mean asking directly for a spin-off or a short ‘part two’ to any of my existing standalone fics. please provide the character and the title of the fic that you would like me to remix <3

for example: how would sparks fly!reader react to post prison!reid?

same rules & guidelines as track one.

▹ outro: singers & songwriters

here is a list of the characters i am willing to write for during this event!

criminal minds:

spencer reid, aaron hotchner

haikyuu:

tsukishima kei, kenma kozume, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutaro, miya atsumu, miya osamu, kita shinsuke, suna rintaro, sakusa kiyoomi

boku no hero academia:

bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, todoroki shoto, tamaki amajiki

dc superheroes:

damian wayne, richard ‘dick’ grayson, jason todd, tim drake

harry potter:

remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, albus severus potter, scorpius malfoy, ominis gaunt, sebastian sallow, garreth weasley, fred weasley, george weasley

‼️ i no longer write fanfiction about real people. (aka, no rpf. sorry!) ‼️

here are some examples as to what your request should look like!

▹ hi! could i request track one with spencer reid where he gets drunk and reader takes care of him please? thank you!

▹ hello! could i request track four with detention!damian wayne please? where reader suffers from nightmares following the attack? thank you!

thank you once again to everyone who has supported me throughout this journey!! i can't wait to write your requests <3

tagging some mutuals 💙

@violetrainbow412-blog @shotosjupiter @astrophileous @dream-a-little-bigger-x @aperrywilliams @fuckinglevi @kitashousewife @229zmi @atrirose @haisuken @enluv @kentoangel @shiishki @ceo-of-daichi @cotton-charms @kageyuji

#golden : a milestone event #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #marauders x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bokuno hero academia #bakugou katsuki #bnha #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #kita shinsuke x reader

[ladytauria]

#3 from the sultry prompts w/ damitim pls <33

<33 thank you maya!!

this one just kinda spilled out~ i hope you like it!

Timothy's hands glide up Damian's sides; his shirt bunching, raising to expose the skin of his stomach. It makes him shiver, teeth digging into his lower lip.

"Damian," Timothy says, kiss-swollen lips wrapping around his name like a caress. He almost shivers again. "Do you trust me?"

Timothy looks up at him; the icy blue of his iris nearly eclipsed by his pupils, blown-wide with desire. It reminds him, distinctly, of the wide, unblinking stare of a feline about to pounce. His heart rate picks up speed; a rabbit-quick thrum against his rib cage.

He is the one straddling Timothy's thighs, and yet---he feels caught, trapped; the prey to Timothy's predator.

"Should I?" He means for the question to come out light, playful... but instead it comes out on a trembling exhale.

Timothy's mouth quirks. "You're the only one who can answer that, bitty bird." The childish nickname Richard adorned him with should set his teeth on edge, especially now, like this. It doesn't. "C'mon, Dami." Timothy leans up, soft lips press against the underside of his jaw. "Do you trust me?"

Damian shudders; the breathy noise that tumbles from his mouth makes his skin prickle, burn. There is only one answer he can give. "Yes."

The flash of Timothy's teeth when he smiles has Damian's abdominal muscles tighten. His heart pounds in his ears when hands grip his hips, tight enough to bruise. Timothy flips them; Damian's back hits the sheets, the air knocked from his lungs.

Timothy is a sharp, hungry thing over Damian and the creature inside of him, the thing woken by Timothy's touch, by the molten press of his kiss, demands that he submit to it. Demands he offer up his soft, vulnerable belly and allow himself to be devoured.

So---Damian does.

[ sultry prompt list ]

#damitim #timdami #dcu #tauriawritesfanfic #waffleinator-inator #asks and answers #this one got a fair bit more suggestive than the dicktim one xD #nsft #tauriawritessmut #not rly smut but close enough

[justgowithitplease]

Hey, this is gonna sound mad confusing, but I'm hoping you get my vision 🫶, dick grayson x catwoman reader, but their enemies as catwoman and nightwing, but without the mask there both best friends 🙀, In love 🙀🙀, and one day they get demanded and yeah fluffy angst type with happy ending xx

bby im not sure what demanded means in that context, so ima think of it as demasked. sorry if i got that guess wrong ;-;

This is Going to be a series b/c i cant write this all in one take and i want you to have something, so here's part one!

Part 2

CATS, BATS AND EVERYTHING THAT'S UNSEEN

"Hey Grayson!" You yelled, waving over the black-haired boy.

"Hey [Reader]!" He yelled back, jogging over to the porch you were sitting on.

"How are you today, my good sir?" You said, fake curtseying. You let out a little giggle as you stood up straight again.

"Absolutely Wonderful, My lady!" He said in a horrible british accent. "And how are you?"

"Why, I am just so peachy." You stated in an equally horrible accent.

"Peachy?"

"Yes, peachy."

"Speaking of peaches, a new cafe opened up, and they supposedly have the best peach pie in town..." he said, dangling his car keys infront of your face.

"Well then. i guess we have to do our duty and report on it to your family. make sure its safe and all that jiz," you replied, packing up your school work and throwing it in the dorm.

"That we must, m'lady, that we must."

"Hey Dick?"

"Yeah [Reader]?"

"RACE YA!" You yelled, snatching the keys and sprinting down the road to the car.

"NO FAIR YOU DID TRACK!" He screamed, chasing after you.

------------------------Time Jump To The Cafe---------------------------

"Mhm, Thith ith the betht pie eveh" Dick said, mouth full.

You nodded in agreement, swallowing the last chunk of pie on your plate. "Best Pie Place ever."

As Dick started to stand up from the chair, he winced in pain and sat back down.

"You Good?" You questioned, noticing the small, yet noticable hesitation to get up.

"Yea, I just- nevermind." He muttered, almost spilling his secret identity.

"No, what is it. What has hurt the invincible Richard Grayson?" You mocked.

"I believe it's called 'The Imbecilic Damian Wayne." He stated, putting his hands up and moving them away from each other, imitating a marquee.

"You lost again?" Raising your eyebrows is shock.

"Yes, Again." He rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Sh-HE is a tough opponent."

"Hah, i can tell you all about tough opponents." You said, mildly annoyed and not noticing Dick's slip-up. Your mind temporarily wandering to Nightwing, the masked self-proclaimed vigilante. AKA, Your mortal enemy.

"Glad to know im not the only one."

"Yeah..." You trailed off.

Dick's phone pinged, and he looked up with a devilish grin.

"There's a gala tonight?" You guessed, giving your own impish smile back.

"Yup! Do you care to join me, m'lady?" He asked, standing up and offering his hand.

"why yes i do, ... m'man...?" You said, wondering if that was even a word.

"M'man. Adding that to the dictionary." He laughed, helping you up off your chair.

"Oh please, like you've never said anything that wasn't a word before. Also, i call driver." you stated, knowing he wanted to drive.

#dick grayson x reader #nightwing x reader #friends to lovers #enimies to lovers #series #part 1 of many #anon request

[disillusioneddanny]

Day 7: Distant Relatives | Engrave

Danny froze as he washed the dishes, a shiver went down his spine. Something was coming, he could feel it. He wasn’t sure what it was but disaster was in the air. 

A loud knock sounded through the house, jarring Danny from his reverie. He turned over to where Damian was sitting at the table feeding Cecilia. 

“Were you expecting someone?” he asked, setting the dirty dish back in the sink, shutting off the water, and drying his hands off with a towel. 

“No, Richard is in Bludhaven, Jason is with the Outlaws in space and the others are all busy with their day jobs. I don’t know who would be here,” he said, pulling a birdarang from where it was stashed under the chair. Danny just waved his hand and walked towards the front door and looked through the peephole and let out a curse. 

“Damian Wayne, what did you do?” he hissed, turning to glare at his brother. 

Damian frowned. “I didn’t do anything, what are you talking about?”

“My parents and my sister are here, Damian. Why would they just show up?” he demanded. 

“Darling, I swear I did not call them,” Damian said, looking even more confused than Danny felt. 

A loud knock sounded on the door once again and Danny just let out a sigh before he opened the door to his Father, his fist raised in the air as though he was ready to knock once more. 

“Dad! Mom!” Danny said, giving them a forced smile before he saw Jazz behind them. A small smile on her face. “And Jazz!”

“Oh honey, you look like you’re losing weight,” Maddie said, stepping into the room to look Danny over. Danny stared at his mother in surprise as she looked him over. 

“What’s going on?” he asked slowly. “You guys haven’t come to visit me since I moved. Why the sudden appearance?” 

“We were watching the news and saw a picture of you with your boyfriend and baby!” Maddie exclaimed, looking around the room curiously. 

“So you took that to mean you needed to come to visit me out of the blue when you haven’t called me since my birthday and you’ve never come to visit before?” Danny asked slowly, looking between his family members in distrust.

“Yes,” she said simply as they stepped into the apartment. 

“Danny, we’ve been wanting to talk with you for a while now but we didn’t know how to go about it,” Jack said, glancing over at where Damian stood, holding Cecilia to his chest. “And we didn’t think over the phone would be the best way to do it. So when we saw on the news that you had a baby we thought it would be the perfect time to come and talk to you! And meet your family!”

Danny just let out a sigh and led them toward the living room. He didn’t even think about his family seeing the paparazzi pictures of him and Damian with Cecilia when they were out and about. But then again, Damian Wayne was the Wayne kid that the public was most curious about considering how secretive he was about everything. He never did interviews and was known for threatening to kill reporters any time they got too close to him. Of course, the world was curious about him becoming a family man.

“I will grab some refreshments,” Damian said slowly before he gave Danny their daughter and left the bathroom. Danny glared at his boyfriend, the fucking coward. 

“So, what did you need to talk about?” Danny asked, clutching onto Cecilia like a lifeline. She was the only thing keeping him from having a complete and total panic attack right now. 

“We’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Maddie said softly, a small, sad smile on her face. Neither of them were in their jumpsuits. Jack was in plaid and jeans for once and Maddie was surprisingly in a light purple dress. They looked like normal parents and not insane, mad scientists. “We did not handle learning that you were Phantom very well and we took that out on you. We should have never done that. We treated you poorly and it was because of our own failings.”

Jack swallowed and gave Damian s quiet thanks as he sat a glass of water in front of him. “It’s very hard to look your child in the eye and learn that you killed him,” he said softly. “We didn’t know how to react. We didn’t know what to do about it. How do you look your child in the eye after learning that your creation is what murdered him?”

“It changed everything for us,” Maddie whispered, wringing her hands in her lap nervously. “But instead of trying to make it up to you, we distanced ourselves. We–we didn’t know how to react. How do you respond when your baby has died but is also still partially alive and is also the very thing you’ve sworn to destroy your entire life? Our entire worldview had been rocked to its very core.”

“We aren’t making excuses. How we behaved was not okay,” Jack said, taking a sip of his water. “We should have been there to provide you with support.”

“You had to grieve,” Danny said softly, rubbing Lia’s back softly. “You just found out your son died. It wasn’t fair, you’re right. But I don’t know how I would react if I found out that Cecilia died and turned into something that I had hated my entire life,” he said. “It hurt, though.”

“And if you will give us the chance, we will make it right, Danny,” Maddie said, reaching over to rest her hand on his knee. “And we’re sorry, we’re very sorry for how we’ve behaved these last few years. It was not fair to you to not take your feelings into account.”

“It was really hard,” he said quietly. “I thought you guys hated me. I thought I had lost my entire family. And then any time I got on the phone with Jazz it was just for her to berate me for not reaching out to you guys and for making what she thought were bad decisions. It felt like all three of you had just decided I wasn’t good enough to be a part of your family anymore. That I wasn’t worth it.

“I-I didn’t know I made you feel that way,” Jazz said, her face falling. “Danny I’m so sorry I never meant for you to feel like that. I don’t, I don’t always realize that what I’m saying can be hurtful.”

“I’ve felt isolated from you all for years. And you never invited me home for Christmas or any other holiday. I thought you guys just didn’t want me around.”

“We thought you wanted space,” Maddie admitted. “We thought that’s why you moved to Gotham in the first place, to get away from us.”

“It sounds to me that you all are horrible at communication,” Damian said, looking over at Danny with a smug smile. 

“Not another word, Damian Wayne,” he said softly, glaring daggers at his boyfriend. Damian just grinned and looked back at the Fenton family. 

“As someone else who comes from a family of bad communication, it sounds like you all just need to sit and talk about everything. But before you do that, I would like to introduce myself,” he said and stood up to shake the Fenton’s hands. “I’m Damian Wayne, Danny’s boyfriend and the other father to our child.”

Maddie pulled him for a tight hug. “It’s so nice to know Danny has had someone here in Gotham to look out for him,” she said, hugging him tight. 

Damian just gave her a small smile and sat once more. “And that is our daughter, Cecilia Grace,” he said, looking over at where Danny still clutched the baby tight.

“She’s beautiful,” Jack cooed, looking down at the girl in awe. “Did you carry her?”

Danny laughed and shook his head. “No, it seems I’m not the only person in the world who has weird family members who like to make clones. Damian’s mother made her for us, she’s a clone of both of our DNA. Physically she’s eight months old, chronologically she’s five months,” Danny said, looking down at the girl. 

“She has heterochromia!” Maddie exclaimed, looking at the girl’s one green eye and one blue. 

“Did she inherit your ghost side?” Jack asked, a gleam in his eye before he straightened. “Sorry, that was just–”

Danny shook his head. “You’re fine, Dad. But yeah, she got some of my powers. Not everything, she doesn’t have a ghost form. But she goes through walls, can disappear, and fly. It’s a little stressful if I’m going to be honest with you.”

“Have you been doing anything to help while she’s still small and unable to control it?” Maddie asked, going into scientist mode. 

“Yeah, we have a ghost shield around the apartment, we turn it off when we leave but it does it does keep her contained to just our apartment even when she decided to float off, she just ran into the ceiling.”

“And you’re okay with being cloned? I know the thing with Vlad, wasn’t very good?” Jazz said with a frown. 

“Yeah, it’s different. We talked about it for a while and his mom had good intentions, she just went about it the wrong way,” Danny said with a small smile. 

The next few hours were filled with the family catching up and Damian getting to know his boyfriend’s family, there were times when it was awkward and tense but overall, it was nice. The night ended with Danny going to bed with a small smile and the Fenton’s checking into a motel room so that they could continue to catch up for another few days. 

It seemed like everything was finally falling into place, and Damian and Danny not only had a happy family of their own, but a giant support system to help them raise their little girl. They were all the satellites and Cecilia was the sky that they were all wrapped up in. 

EPILOGUE 

Three years later

Danny smiled as he curled up beside his husband, their fingers intertwined as they watched a movie on their television. Their daughter was already down for bed for the night and that meant it was time for Danny and Damian’s weekly movie night. Once a week once their daughter was asleep, the couple would curl up together and just spend time together. It was their date night in. 

They used to go out once a week for dates but well, things changed and movie nights were just easier at this point. Danny blamed Damian for that but his husband vehemently refused to take credit for it, citing that it was both of their fault. 

“It’s getting close to being time,” Damian said, glancing down at his husband who was curled up against his side. 

“I know, it’s kinda scary, and weird, I don’t know how else to even explain it,” he said with a chuckle. 

Damian went to respond only for a knock to sound on their door. He frowned and slowly moved Danny away from him. He carefully placed the blankets and pillows back around his husband until all you could see was Danny’s adorable face. Domain leaned down and kissed him softly before he went to the door and found his mother. 

“Mother? What are you doing here this late? Cecilia is asleep,” he said, frowning. The last few years his mother had come by randomly to drop off gifts for her granddaughter and to dote on Cecilia. She had somehow managed to become a rather wonderful grandmother. 

Damian didn’t trust it whatsoever. 

Especially when her last gift to Cecilia had been a knife, the girl was three. Damian had just gently reminded his mother that she would not be involved in their sort of lives and would have a normal childhood. From what he and Danny had gathered, she did have good intentions, she just wasn’t the best at showing them. 

“Habibi,” she said with a smile as Damian let her into the house. “I came to visit you and your husband. I had a proposition,” she said. 

Damian crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a look. “And what would that be?”

“I know last time I made Cecilia I did not ask for your permission and after the lecture I got from both you and Bruce, I thought this time I would ask first. You have been married for two years and Cecilia is now three years old,” Talia said with a small smile as Damian led her to the living room so that she could take a seat. She looked between Danny and Damian and let out a breath. “Do you think she would want a little brother or sister? I hear this is typically the perfect age to try for a second child.”

Danny let out a laugh and took off the blankets and pillows that surrounded him. “I think we have that covered,” he said, rubbing his stomach carefully. 

Talia stared at Danny in shock. “But how? You are a man? You cannot have children?”

Damian let out a groan and buried his face in his hands. “He’s transgender, Mother. He was born as a female and as the anatomy of one. We decided last year to try for another and Danny stopped taking his testosterone so that we could have a second child. He’s due in just a few weeks,” Damian said, sitting beside his husband and helping the man sit up. He was as large as a whale, although Damina wouldn’t dare say something like that to his husband. 

He had already learned the hard way that pregnancy had made Danny an absolute tyrant. 

Talia blinked owlishly at the two. “Well, I suppose you will not need my assistance, then,” she said before producing two small gift boxes from her pockets. “I still would like to give you these. And when your next child is born, I will have one made for them as well.”

Damian took the gift boxes and gave one to Danny. He smiled as he opened it up to find a necklace with a small heart hanging from it. Engraved in the heart was the name Cecilia in beautiful script. 

“I apologize for overstepping my boundaries and creating Cecilia without asking for permission but I am so glad that she has given you both so much joy. And I cannot wait for you to have your second child. I know that I have not been the best mother and I realize that, but I am so thankful that you have allowed me to be in Cecilia’s life.”

“We’re glad to have you in our life too, Talia, even if you keep trying to give Lia weapons,” Danny said with a chuckle, his eyes watery as he looked down at the necklace. “Sorry, pregnancy has my feelings all over the place right now.”

“I understand,” Talia said with a soft laugh. “Well, I shall let the two of you get back to your movie night. Congratulations.”

“We’re having a daughter,” Danny said as Damian helped him stand up. He waddled over to Talia and gave her a tight hug. “We’re going to name her Talia, after the woman who blessed us with our first daughter.”

Talia gave Danny a small smile and hugged the man tight. Damian just smiled as he watched the two before Danny grabbed his arm and yanked him into the hug. 

“Thank you,” Damian told his mother once the three separated. “I will let you know once Danny gives birth so that you can come met your newest granddaughter.”

“I would like that,” the assassin said with a small smile before she left the two back to their movie. Danny smiled as Damain helped him back onto the couch and pressed a kiss to his large stomach and then to his lips. 

“I love you,” he murmured, brushing hair out of Danny’s face. 

The halfa laughed and kissed his husband once more. “And I love you.”

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Oh guys guess what this chapters got music!

OK so um the music isn't for like the whole chapter but a part where Gotham sings are little baby a lullaby so ill link it in its section. Also i’m going to try to get it on to ao3 tonight now that my laptops working but well see. 

(part 1) (Part 2) (part 3) ( part 4: guess what ya here baby)

We are on ao3 need now! https://archiveofourown.org/works/43353157/chapters/108979318

Summary: Turn out the kid can read and he loves books. Duke gets to meet his new nephew. Danny gets a chance to fell at rest. And Bruce Thinks Dick got some one pregnant. 

Chapter 4: Of Stories and Songs

 When Damian went to go get a book from the library this is not what he expected to see. His eldest brother Dick was sitting at one of the tables in the center of the room. The table was covered with books of all different sizes, seemingly all about space? He scans the room when his eyes settle back on his brother and then the small child in his lap. The boy, no older than 5, had an encyclopedia of constellations open on the table. He was pointing at the constellations reading out their names and turning to dick excitedly telling him all about the chains of stars. 

 “I don't remember asking for more siblings?”  of course another black hair and blue eyes child ended up at the manor. Bruce did seem to have a type. 

 “Don’t worry baby bat, not a new brother, not on my watch!” Not on his watch? What in the world did Richard mean by that?

 “I claim him, he’s mine, look at him he's a little genius, this kid knows like every constellation known to man,” he ruffled the kid's hair, the child blushing at the praise.

 “I'm not smart, I just like space, '' Danny said quietly, staring at the floor.

 “Danny! You're reading an encyclopedia all by yourself. That's insane you're like what 6? Your super-smart little dude, a super- Star you could say.”  Dick and his insufferable puns, Damian didn't have time for this. He stomped walked over to the section he needed and began to search for a book. 

 He did not flinch when the small boy suddenly appeared next to him. He was heavily trained, he was just distracted looking for his book,he did not get snuck up on by a six-year-old. “ What do you want” domain hissed wasn't dick supposed to be watching this kid. 

 “What ya looking for?” The kid coked his head like a confused puppy.

 “ A book for my book report, why else would I be in a library,” his tone was harsh. He hoped the kid would get the hint and scram.

 “What's it called,” he stepped closer looking at the books in front of where Damian was standing. 

 “Well if you must know” he huffed,” it's called ‘Bud not Buddy’” like this kid was going to know where a book was in his family library seriously what was the kid thinking. 

 “You mean that one?,”Danny said pointing to a light tan novel on the top shelf . “I can get it”

 “I do that myself tha-'' Damian cut himself short as the kid FLOATED up to grab the book. 

 “I gots it,” the boy chirps, holding the book with a smile stretching across his face.

 Not a second later Dick comes running around the corner, “ He Dami have you seen Danny i was putting the books away and– DANNY!” 

 The boy was startled by the sudden shout and dropped the book, Damian caching it with no trouble at all, then the boy poofed from sight. 

 “Richard what is the meaning of this,” Damian stared at his brother demanding answers.

 “Umm right ok so the kids, a meta, didn't know he could float but the invisibility is not new” Dick walked closer to where Damian was standing. “ Hey Danny, sorry I yelled I thought you were falling or hurt, I didn't mean to scare you.”

 And just like that they popped back within the blink of an eye still just floating in the air. It was different then the Kryptonians, different then Jon, it was like gravity just didn't apply to him. “ So he floats great, is there anything else I should know?” Damian said arms crossed, just what he needed. 

 “ No i got him Dami thanks though,” Dick smiled at him grabbing the boy gently out of the air as if he was going to float away into space.

 “I wasn't asking if you needed help i want answe–,”

 “ Don't you gata book report? ,” Dick was deflecting, whatever, trouble his brother was getting himself into wasn't his business. Dick was right that Damian didn't have time to mess around. 

 Damian stormed off leaving the library, could this day get any weirder. 

 —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Danny looked at dick with a sad expression, if the kid had been light before he weighed nothing now, his ability to float was a new development, tack it onto the power list he supposed. “ Don't worry about him Danny, he's just prickly around the edges.”

 “Like a hedgehog,” the boy said in all seriousness that made dick snort.

 “Yes exactly like a hedgehog” the kid seemed to lean his weight on dick no longer feeling like he was going to drift off into space. 

 “ So Danny, you like stars and space, but what other stuff do you like?” the boy put a thoughtful expression on his face. 

 Then he finally answered, “ I like to read”

 “ Yeah buddy I figured that,” dick giggled, “ what type of stuff do you like to read?” 

 “ Do you have stories about knights!” the boy asked excitedly, bouncing in dicks arms. 

 “Oh you bet! Come on, let's go, the round table isn't going to fill itself.” Danny giggled, his laugh soft and light like a bell.

 —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 When Alfred entered the library to deliver lunch, he had not expected to see Dick,Cass and Danny sitting in a blanket tent. Cass and Dick in pillow armor as they fought each other with sticks. Danny sitting in the tent reading a book out loud and laughing as Dick and Cass would act out the scene that was just read in dramatic fashion. 

 A warm smile stretched across the old man's face, “ Ahem” the Al cleared his throat causing the group to turn towards the doorway. “Sorry to interrupt your little play but it's 2:40 and you really should eat something.” 

 “Oh yea Al thanks a lot,” Dick looks at the pillow shield in his hand, “thanks for bringing it up we um …got distracted.”

 “ It's quite alright master Dick, but i must remind you to pick up after you're done,” Al gave the mess a look over, it wasn't excessive but the older ones should set a good example for the young master. 

 “You got it Al,”

 “Yes Alfred”, Cass called out walking over to pick up a sandwich.

 “Yes sir!'' Danny shot up and closed the book he was reading, gently setting it on a table. 

“Thank you, please enjoy” the butler left, stealing one last glance as he saw Danny light up at the star shaped fruit. His smile widened, he had a feeling it might stick for a bit. 

 —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 “And then we snuck in and got the bad guy!” her brother explained enthusiastically. The boy stared in awe at Dick and Cass. Somehow the day had evolved from reading books about knights, to acting them out, then to telling Danny child friendly versions of their escapades. 

 “They didn't even see you coming!? Did you turn invisible.” 

 “No, we're just that good,” she chimed in. 

 Cass didn't mind this, sitting in the library, telling stories to a kid who just seemed eager to be interacted with. Occasionally Danny would get a little too excited and start floating and they would have to ground him. They figured out they got the best results not actually pointing out the fact that he was floating but instead placing a hand on his shoulder or ruffling his hair. It seemed to remind the boy that gravity existed and he would slowly drift back down to earth. 

 “You should tell him about that time you and Duke busted that hostage case '' Cass prompted. That story was pretty tame and was easy enough to water down for a kid as young as Danny. 

 “Whos Duke?'' Danny asked, that's right they haven't exactly done a family role call yet for the kid.

 “Duke is our brother, and he's actually a meta like you,” Dick told the boy.

 “Like me!?”

 “Yeah but his powers are different from yours,” Danny seemed to lose a little bit of the concern on his face. That was weird, she's not sure if Dick noticed it, but the kid seemed worried about the idea of someone like him?

 “Yeah he's super cool!,” Dick went into story mode gesturing wildly with his hands, “ So me and Duke had to go this building filled with bad guys–” 

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Duke's head pounded his trip through the subway to get home was a mistake. He had pulled something in his arm nearing the end of his day patrol while disarming a drugged up bodybuilder trying to mug a group of teens. He didn't want to have to swing home on it, hence his tortues train ride. 

 He had already changed into civis so he just took the front way in. He was greeted by a weirdly giddy Alfred, the man had a wide smile stretching across his face. “ Why good evening, Master Duke, Your patrol went well I presume?” 

“Actually All i think i pulled my shoulder, could you look at it, but can we keep the light dim I took the subway home and my head is killing me,” the warm slime on his face did not falter instead he just gestured toward the direction of the upstairs med bay. “ But of course master Duke, right this way.” 

 Alfred walked in first dimming the lights the most he could before inviting dick into the room. It was smaller than the one in the cave; it was mostly used as a first aid station for when they were in civilian situations, or couldn't get down to the cave. Duke took off his shirt and let Al examine his shoulder. He deemed it to be fine but wrapped it to help keep the pressure off. 

 “ I must warn you Master Duke but we do have a guest currently staying at the manor,” Damian probably brought Jon over again.

 “Is it jon?”

 “No, it seems that Master Dick has taken in a ward,” Al said in a cheerful tone, “ He seems to be a meta as well, but he is rather young and quite skittish it seems.”

 “ No way!” Dick of all people, no wait actually he should have seen this coming.”What type of powers does he have?”

 “So far we know he can turn invisible, seems to have slightly above average strength, and he can float. So far it seems he has little control over them and that they are tied to his emotions.” 

 Leave it to brother bird to bring home a little meta kid of his own, Bruce was either going to be pissed or extremely proud. He hoped for the latter. “ Does B know?” 

 “No, not yet,” the butler said but he didn't seem worried, “ I'm afraid he's been quite busy, but I'm sure he’ll like the boy just fine.”

 “We’ll, where's my new nephew,” Duke hopped up and he couldn't wait to meet the little guy. It would be nice to have another meta in the family and on top of that Al said he was young so maybe he could be the cool uncle who helped the kid with his powers. Meta to meta.

 “Master Dick and Master Danny are in the library, I do believe that Miss Cass is still with them as well,” hu so Cass was already in on it, “ I must warn you he's a little shy and doesn't react well to loud noises or expressions of shock.”

 “Got it Al!,” He put his shirt back on and made his way up the steps to the library, screw his headache Dick brought home his very own baby bird! 

 “Please do tell them that dinner will be ready in half an hour,” He gave Al a thumbs up and off he went. 

 Duke lightly knocked on the door, if the kid seemed sensitive to loud sounds maybe it was part of his meta ability. 

 “Who is it?” a talk-whisper came from the other side of the door.

 “It's Duke,” he answered back just loud enough to be heard. Maybe he wasn't far off, “I heard I got a new nephew?”

 He could hear Cass giggle as she opened the door, gesturing for him to come in with a finger over mouth. Dick was in the middle of deconstructing what looked to be a blanket fort. A soft blue glow emanating from a point he couldn't see behind the table. He inched closer, using his stealth training to make as little noise as possible. When he got close enough to see over the table he had to squint his eye a little.

 A small boy with raven black hair, with freckles that seemed to glow like stars, and with clothes 2 sizes too big laid asleep. His soft blue glow formed a halo around his sleeping figure. And maybe just maybe as he had only seen it for a second, a small crown floating above his head. 

 He was a lot younger than Duke had expected, Danny was sleeping soundly with a book about comets wrapped in his arms. Duke looked at his brother, who stared at the boy with the same look Bruce gave them after a day's work. Full of love, but worry all at the same time. 

 Cute isn't he? Cass signed after tapping on Duke's shoulder to get his attention.

 Yhea, where did Dick find him? A sad expression stretched across his brother's face.

 ‘In an alley: Lots of blood’ Cass looked at the boy sleeping without a care in the world, ‘left by someone he called uncle CW in desperation, doesn't look good no body but’

 “Too much blood for any one to come back from” Dick spoke breaking the silence,” Where ever he came from let's just say it wasn't good.” Dick took a shaky breath in placing the last of the tent except Danny's pillow into the basket.  “ Kids covered in scars, he's so thin you can see his ribs and the worst of it,” dick leans against the table like it was a life line, “ He's got a huge Y shaped wound down his chest, like someone tried to vivisect him. Cherry on top is we have reason to believe that it may have been the boy's own parents.”

 Duke just stood there looking at Danny then back to his brother, his expression begging Dick to tell him it wasn't true. He couldn't even bring himself to look Duke in the eye. Cass places a hand on Duke's uninjured shoulder. “ Al siad dinner will be ready in 30,” he couldn't bring himself to say much else. 

 “Ok.”

 “Ok”

Dick scooped up the boy, the child laying snugly into dicks arms, they made their way to the dining room, a painful dreadful silence followed them all the way there. Al seemed to sense it, his smile faded.

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 Dick tried to wake up Danny but it seemed once again the boy had fallen into a sleep he couldn't quite shake. “ Hey buddy, aren't you hungry? Al made dinner, can you try to eat something?”  

 “ Don’t look so worried Master Dick, I assure you a child sleeping this much in his condition is quite normal. In fact I'd say it's probably best if we let the boy rest,” if Alfred was not worried then Danny was probably fine. But it still made Dicks chest ache. It was only 5:30 and yet the kid was out cold. 

 “Ok i guess i'll just take him to my room? What if he wakes up and panics?” dick said, rubbing the sleeping boys back.

 “He can read pretty well,” Duke chimed in, “ we can leave him a note?”

 “That could work,” Dick thinks back to the letter from this CW guy and how it had been addressed to Danny, which means he must have known the kid well enough to know he could read. 

 “Yes well i'll shall await your return ,” Alfred gave dick a reassuring smile, “ and Master Dick try not to freat to much it's best to let the boy sleep and recover.”

 “ Thanks Al,” dick gives a weak smile and Cass cheerfully follows dick up the stairs and towards his room. 

 He lays the boy down on the bed, the kid sinks into the pillow, he wiggles at the loss of warmth. Cass hands him a star patterned fleece blanket, “where did you get this?”

 ‘Aunties secret’ Cass smirks, making a lockling motion over her mouth.

 Dick rolls his eyes and tucks Danny in, making sure the boy is settled before grabbing a pen and paper from his desk and writing a note.

 Hey Danny,

 If you wake up and need us we are downstairs having dinner. Just open the door and call for us. We'll come and get you. :) 

 Hope you slept well,

Dick

 Dick set the note on the bedside table and ruffled Danny's hair, Cass graped his hand and guided him out of the room knowing he would linger. He softly shut the door and made their way down stairs. Just as they made it to the bottom Bruce walked through the front door. 

 This was going to be so much fun, dick ground to himself. 

 —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Bright so bright

 A lite over head so strong it made his eyes sting

 He screamed 

 He begged 

 Pleaded for them to STOP his chest stung green and red covered their sleeves.

 They didnt stop, didn't hesitate, he wasn't their son any more, everyone he had ever loved was in that room. 

 Chained…traped and all he could do was scream

 Danny shot up tears streaming down his face, the small boy pulled the blanket into his face hoping to muffle the sound. What if they heard, he couldn't let them find him.

 He transformed the shift pulling at the stitching at his chest, the cool sensation soothing the pain. He looked around the room he was in. It was large, it had a desk, a wall with things Danny couldn't quite make out pinned to a tack board. The closet sat shut on the opposite side of the room by the door, another door sat off to the side, a bathroom he presumed. 

 The tears did not stop his core morning fuzzy memories of things he didn't quite understand. His entire being screaming at him to run so he did.

 Wrapping himself in the blanket he jumped through the window, falling a few feet before he floated up and steadied. His body heaved as he sobbed into the cold night. Jazz , tucker, sam, his core weeped, at the same time a part of him hissed Betrayal, mom, dad 

 A cold storm blew across the manor courtyard, clouds covering the dark sky. Danny hid against an old oak tree weeped, his cries aggressive as tears rolled out of his glowing green eyes. His fangs catching on his lips, His body cold even wrapped in the blanket. 

 With a gentle role of thunder, Gotham touched down her expression, sad but soft, as she gazed upon the glowing child that lay before her. She picks him up, pressing the sobbing child into her embrace. The boy continues to sob his body exhausted leaning against the women who had welcomed the boy with open arms. 

 “Its ok to cry,” she rubs the child with 2 fingers, her hands, gentle. She holds Danny in her arms like a baby. Danny is so small in her arms, it calms something in his core. It still cries, it still mourns but the overwhelming feeling of safety washes over him. She wraps the small boy in his blanket protecting him from the cold evening breeze.

 With a wave of her hand the wind slowed, a low grumble of thunder spread out across the sky, She smiled at Danny, a smile so warm that he was sure he had only ever received from jazz. Then she took a little breath, and rocked the small boy in her arms, her voice soft as it stretched out towards the city's  bay.

 (Link to song)

“Wandering child of the earth” a lullaby for the child in her arms.

 “Do you know just how much you're worth? 

You have walked this path since your birth,”she gently wipes the tears off the boys star speckled checks, “You were destined for more”

 “There are those who'll tell you you're wrong

They will try to to silence your song

But right here is where you belong

So don't search anymore” She gently walked back towards the manor, swaying gently. 

 “You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of gray” She looked longing off into the distance, her eyes full of hope for a future yet to be seen. 

 “You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

You'll look back and you'll realize one day” She fazed through the wall of dicks room, looking around and giving the space and approving nod.

 “In your eyes there is doubt

As you try to figure it out

But that's not what life is about

So have faith there's a way” The child in her arms had drifted off to sleep, his crown floating lightly above his head. 

 “Though the world may try to define you

It can't take the light that's inside you

So don't you dare try to hide

Let your fears fade away” she set the boy back on the bed, tucking him gently. She knelt down, rubbing the boy's hair.

 “You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of gray

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

You'll look back and you'll realize one day”  

 “You are the dawn of a new day that's waking

A masterpiece still in the making

The blue in an ocean of gray

You are right where you need to be

Poised to inspire and to succeed

Soon you'll finally find your own way” 

 “Rest now, you are wanted here, let them guide your soul oh wayward child, may your heart rest upon the stars. You have gained my blessing, may my family become your own.” Just as fast as she had come, she faded an invisible hand wiping away the last of his tears. 

 The clouds subsided, his core was calm, he was safe, he belonged. 

—-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Dick coming over to the manor wasn't unusual, he would often stop by to spend time with his family. No that wasn’t unusual , what was unusual was all of his children were being deathly quiet.

 Cass and Dick giving each other worried looks, Damian seemed more aggravated than normal,Tim stared mindlessly at his plate, and Duke was fiddling with something under the table. Not even Alfred had said much, which was strange. Normally the man would be prodding the family to start a conversation to break the tension but nothing not a word.

 “So Tim, you finished that project you were working on,” Bruce attempted to break the silence.

 “No but I'm close, should be done by tonight.” Tim rested his head on his hand playing with a pea with his fork

 “Hm, and you duke? Any trouble on patrol today?”

 “Nope all good, just mugging” Duke took a hefty bite of potatoes.

“Damian and you?” 

 His son responded, never looking up from his plate, “My day was fine father, just a book report that I needed to complete. It was no problem at all.” 

 Ok now he knew for sure something was off, he scans the table once more looking over all his children, stopping at his eldest. Dick had not looked at him once since he joined the table. Something was going on and he was going- “Bruce I know that face please,” his son interrupting his train of thought. 

 “Look I'm going to just rip the bandaid off because the tension in this room is so thick baby bat can slice through it,” Cass set a hand on Dicks shoulder. Whatever was going on, she was involved or at least knew about it. Judging by everyone's behavior he knew at least everyone , including Alfred, at least had an idea about what was going on. “ I um….. have… a kid now.”

 The utter look of shock on Bruce's face was one the family had only seen a few times, and without the partial protection of his cowl it was even worse. Who? How? Okay he knew how but how had he not known dick was in a series enough relationship to warrant the creation of a child. Dick hasn't dated anyone long term sense Barbra and it definitely wasn't Barbra he had just seen her she would have said something. 

 “Who?” Bruce finally managed to blurt out, “ I didn't know you were in a serious enough relationship to get someone pregnant?” He knew his kids would move on and start families of their own one day but like this? He hadn't even met the girl.

 “NO ONE'S PREGNANT,” Dick blurted out face beet red, his sibling laughing at the accusation. 

 “O yea, kids like 6,” Duke chuckled out. This was not reassuring to bruce at all, Dick was 22 if the child was six than that ment:

 “YOU GOT SOMEONE PREGNANT AT 16!” Bruce stood up out of his chair,” Who!? When?!” his jaw locked shut staring at his son who was frantically scrambling to find words.

 “I UM… It's not like that…I didn't,” Dick continued to trip over his words, not how he pictured it would go, “ I kinda just picked him up out of an alley!”

 And at this the giggles turned into manic laughter even Alfred was laughing to himself. “ It seems that Master Dick had inherited some of your more…child cedric tendencies im afraid.” Placing a hand on Bruce's shoulder guiding him back into his seat.

 Cass and Duke made their way over to their brother who had his face buried into his hands. A grin stretched across Casses face, “ You should be proud B, he's caring on the family legacy.” 

 “Yhea the kids got blue eyes with black hair and everything” Tim had chimed in.

 “ Yes father i do have to agree that he seems to meet your adoption criteria” Damian stated arms crossed annoyed glances target at his giggling siblings. 

 “Ahem” Alfred cleared his throat from his spot behind Bruce. “Yes, well with that out of the way,” a smile caching the corners of the man's lips, “ I do believe we sound discuss the boy's condition.”

 With a nod, Dick, Cass, Duke, and Alfred filled the rest of the bats present in on danny's situation . How he was found, the note, the kids' constant state of tiredness, the kids' injuries,how Danny's own parents might be involved, how he seemed to be rather intelligent despite his age, and how he was a meta. 

 The same look from the start of dinner returned to Bruce's face, the gears in his head turning. He was going to solve this, someone in his city had been harming a child to such a degree and had slipped under his radar. He would not stand for it, but first he had to see the kid. This boy he was hearing so much about, who his son had just met but yet had a fond look on his face when explaining the boy's love of stars. His son had taken in a ward and that meant he had a grandson. O lord, he had a grandson.

 “So when am I going to get to meet him?,” and as on cue.

 “Hello? Anyone” a small voice called from upstairs, causing Dick to jump up from his seat. 

 “Sooner than I thought.”

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Chapter 5 (most likely to be titled “ A scrambled egg” ) will be Bruce and his stubborn butt not realizing rushing a traumatize child with question was not a good idea.  So stick around!

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this one’s a Tim & Dami one on being careful what you wish for.

the batsibs are on patrol and Dames rescues an old woman selling ‘magic’ trinkets.  she thanks him for saving her and gives him a charm that she promises will grant him whatever he wishes for.  Dami rolls his eyes instead of saying something disparaging--Nightwing’s disappointed eyes go a long way in reinforcing lectures on manners--and they resume patrol.

patrol ends, they all head back to the Cave, yadda yadda, Dick and Jason are squabbling over something, Tim and Damian get into an argument, Damian snaps at Tim, “I wish you were dead!”, flings the charm at Tim (who dodges) and stalks away.  Tim picks up the broken shards of the charm and throws them away.  and then he collapses.

Dick and Jason freak out and try to figure out what’s wrong with Tim.  they stay up all night, ruling out all kinds of things.  they muse that maybe it’s magic.  Damian, alarmed, fishes the broken pieces of the charm back together and tries to take back his wish.  doesn’t work.

Tim is comatose a la Sleeping Beauty while his family run like headless chickens to figure out what’s wrong.

Damian doesn’t tell anyone about the charm, but heads out into Gotham alone to track down the old woman.  he tries to steal another charm from her but the old woman stops him.  she asks him why he needs another one and Damian said he needs to fix a mistake.

“they’re for granting wishes, child, not for fixing mistakes.”

Damian gets on his knees to plead.  he wants to take back his wish, he made a mistake, please.  the old woman considers him for a long moment, and says that sometimes those who are lost need help finding their way back home.

Dami goes back home.  Dick is curled up asleep at the medbay, Jason is still frantically working at the synthesizer.  Damian goes to Tim and demands he wake up.  he says that Richard and Todd have lost their minds and Tim can’t just ignore all his responsibilities and “this is unbecoming of a Wayne, Drake, get up!”.

finally, voice cracking, Dami whispers that he misses Tim too.

Tim opens his eyes.  Damian snarls a long line of curses at him before clutching him to hear his heartbeat.  everyone is very confused, including Tim.

“tt.  I did not mean it when I wished for your death, Drake.”

“oh--”

“I will deliver your death with my own two hands, not rely on some weak and puerile magic.”

“uh, thanks?”

(“aww they’re getting along, look at them!”

“only you would consider death threats ‘getting along’, dickface.”

“well yeah, it’s how half my siblings show their love.”)

#fic ideas #batfam #tim&dami #magic #coma

[popcornmonk]

(Personally) Connecting Comic Books & Ibn Katheer

I've been thinking, "Why are comic books and media so compelling?"

I believe that it's because they've had popularity and longevity, two features needed for stories to solidify into concrete lore. And humans need concrete, reliable stories - mythologies, prophecies, parables. We are natural storytellers, but it's more than that. We need to tell stories in community. We need to collectively build lore, tweak it as it goes to parallel our experiences collectively, and share how meaningful a story is to our individual and collective living.

Comic books fill a gap, they are necessary mythology for the human living in late-stage capitalism. Consider that they are

Accessible & easy to understand

Relatable and mirrors the universal struggles of the human experience

Familiar and comforting

Superman always saves the day, a god tried by mere human emotions of longing & belonging, the representative of man's resilience and goodness.

Batman is tortured, driven by grief to change an event long gone, or at least the consequences. A true Byronic hero for the modern day male heterosexual.

Magneto and Professor X represents Western Psychology's representation of the duality of man; the idealised figure strategically working for peaceful coexistence vs the exhaustive rebel demanding by any means necessary

Scarlet Witch embodies female rage at its finest; lightly oriental and exotic, very fucking sexy while being exceedingly traumatized.

Ghost Rider is inescapable guilt and vengeance denied.

And I would even argue that Deadpool as an antihero is the trickster archetype through modern day lenses.

New characters are routinely introduced into comic cannon, but they rarely become beloved staples. The characters that succeed tend to be a foil for the legacy characters, often times in the form of a protégé character. How many batkids does the average person know? If you're lucky, they know 3 individual Robins and their names. However, everyone knows the archetype of the sidekick Robin. Few people know other sidekicks like Batgirl or Signal.

From left to right, Jason Todd (Red Hood), Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Tim Drake (Red Robin), and Damian Wayne (the present Robin)

But that's a wide example, let's narrow it down a little. Courtesy the popularity of the Spiderverse movies, we know Miles Morales. In the first Spiderverse movie, his character arc is so well executed that we all agree that he IS a Spiderman. But what makes Spiderman a Spiderman?

High intelligence. In some comic runs, Peter Parker works as a scientist in Osbourne labs, and that's where he gets bitten. Varyingly, he has worked with Stark Industries, or with Reed Richards (canonically the smartest man in the Marvel Universe). Early in the movie, we see Miles deliberately fail his tests as a way to flunk out of school and his teacher reprimanding him on his antics.

Awkward and nerdy. He's a fucking nerd, okay? Spiderman might be for the streets of Queens, but Peter Parker is for playing videogames and tinkering in the labs. The fact that he is unbelievably nerdy and socially awkward is what makes it so unbelievable to those around him that he's Spiderman, despite all the obvious evidence.He's often bullied in school or at work. We see the same trait of annoying verbal diarrhoea that Peter is known for become humourous when he is Spiderman. Nothing changes, except that Peter is more confident as Spiderman, than he is Peter Parker. Miles is even more awkward than Peter (Remember the tragic "Heyyy" scene with Gwen? We all know a guy who sorely overestimates his rizz)

Humour. As Peter Parker, his humour is for the audience. He is the butt of the joke, and the jokes are the socially awkward situations he finds himself in. But as Spiderman, he is the jokester and we're all in his court. Some versions or writers lean into one of these than the other. Compare Andrew Garfield's more confident clown persona to Tobey Maguire's shy, butt of the joke Peter Parker. I think Miles is good mix of these two.

Personal Growth. This is what it all comes down to. A Spiderman must make a personal journey driven by grief, anger and revenge, but ultimately choosing to act in alignment with their values, and hoping that the action honours the memory of their loved ones. This, interestingly is what sets apart Miguel O'Hara (Spiderman 2099) apart from his colleagues. He is unable to make the complete character arc of a Spiderman, just like Miles struggled to in the first Spiderverse movie.

Miles is a Spiderman, and a popular one. But to be both beloved and popular, a protégé character must not only follow a recognisable character archetype or hero formula, they must go one step ahead - fill a cultural gap that the legacy character can't manage regardless of how many times the storyline is retconned.

Miles represents the desire for many media consumers to see themselves reflected more accurately on the big screen, and how diverse backgrounds shape their anxieties, questions and dreams for the future.

It follows logic that many protégé characters that were rolled out in the 2000s were diverse characters. This is capitalism baby, create a problem and applaud yourself for selling us the solution.

I have thought about comic books in many moving parts for years now, but currently, it's how much people need stories to cultivate faith. I was thinking of Omar Suleiman's series explaining Ibn Katheer's voluminous history book - Al Bidaayah wan Nihaayah (The Begining and The End), and why it was and still is, so foundational to me.

For the first time in my personal history, I could see my place in the universe. Where I, against the backdrop of a universe long in existence before me, and after I'm gone, fits. As a child, it was drilled into my head that we are here to worship Allah. But where do my own dreams fit into that? And everything that I was, am, and will be - does God care about that? Watching the series helped me understand that there is a bigger picture and I am an intentional part of it.

Someone once remarked that there is a thin line between religious accounts and mythologies. I believe that the utility for humans are the same. We use stories as a compass and guide, and storytelling is a dying art form, very few people are allowed the opportunities and resources to learn that skill.

Most stories never change, but people do and they grow into the wisdom the story offers, year in, year out. At the end of the day, stories give life to faith.

PS: For whatever reason, I thought Ibn Al Qayyim wrote Al Bidaayah wan Nihaayah, unsure if it plain old brain fog from chronic illness or just me getting it wrong, and I'm so thankful for the friend that called it out. It's been edited to reflect Ibn Katheer, who did indeed write the book. Ofc it's Ibn Katheer, he's the history buff 😅❤️

#finally putting my minor in anthropology to use #just the way Allah intended #on Tumblr #mythology and folklore #comic books #comic movies #autistic special interest #media studies #communications theory #yes I plan on starting a media co-operative one day #I'll finally live my Marxist girl boss dreams #stories of the prophets

[mortiferumsomnum]

the magic hour is now (you cannot slow it down)

THIS POST JUST--- I have so many feelings *sobs*

@annoyed-at-things please have his little drabble of mine. I didn’t use your whole prompt because I focused mostly on Tim (the magic hit only him), ehe~

***

Tim felt like he was floating, as if he was sinking slowly under water, drowning. He couldn’t breathe, his vision was blurry, and all sounds around him were muffled.

His limbs felt too heavy, felt too hot and cold at the same time as he reached up for--- something. someone.

He thinks he’s calling for... Damian? Is Damian around here? 

Damian, are you here? Where are you? Damian?

Warmth. There is warmth covering the hand he reached with. He could feel pressure, feel it being squeezed. It felt nice. Comforting. If this is how warm Damian’s hands were, Damian should hold hands with people more often.

He closes his eyes. The muffled sounds around him grew louder, but Tim couldn’t bring himself to open them anymore. He felt comforted and safe. He felt warm and sleepy. 

Soon, Tim felt nothing.

***

Damian had attended many funerals in his life. However, he was used to bodies being cremated and stored in urns before being buried in the dirt. It was interesting looking at a coffin. The last time he’s seen one was when his father was temporarily dead. 

However, compared to that experience where he felt only a small sense of remorse and indifference, seeing Timothy in a coffin had hit different.

Timothy is usually pale, even as he goes out to spend time with Conner or his love Bernard. Now, where Timothy lay, he looked paler. The make-up fails to hide the bluish tint of his lips and around his cheeks. 

Damian looks away from the smile that never left Timothy’s face as he... passed. He already knew what it looks like, even if his memory of his smile had blood coating Timothy’s face as he squeezed Damian’s hand back, whispering about how Damian was... warm. 

He couldn’t believe Timothy thought he was, because Damian felt ice-cold as he held his hand and demanded that he stayed awake. His whole body felt frozen stiff as he watched Jon keep pressure on Timothy’s wounds. But Timothy had--

He had too many deep scars. Scars that Damian didn’t know existed.

The scar on Timothy’s neck hadn’t really healed, covered by plaster. Even as Timothy laid in his coffin, there was plaster covering his neck. There were more on his body, but deeper on his abdomen. Blood was gushing from two vital places, and Damian and Jon tried their best to staunch the bleeding while waiting for help, for Batman, to arrive.

The magician that casted the spell

Timothy wasn’t even calling for Batman. He sent a signal, yes. But he wasn’t calling for Batman.

Dami’n, ‘re you... ‘ere?

Someone was hugging Damian now, but Damian didn’t care. His body still felt cold despite the arm tugging him close to someone’s chest. There was a deep scent of sweat, hay and lavender - Richard. Timothy had always said that he never stopped smelling like a circus, trying to cover it up with some cologne that Barbara got him.

He was brought to sit down, far away from where he could see Timothy’s face. Not that he could see him anymore, Jason was now standing where Damian was, peering over Timothy with a blank face and a white-knuckle grip on his coffin.

He wondered what Jason might be thinking, if he was remembering the moments before he died. Timothy said that Jason died trying to call for Batman, trying to escape only to accept that he wouldn’t be making it out alive.

Timothy didn’t call for Batman. He didn’t even look like he knew he was dying.

Wh’re ‘re you?

“Are you okay, Damian?”

Was he okay? Richard’s soft voice called for him once again, but Damian couldn’t bare to look up to his eldest brother, his father figure and mentor. Damian found it slightly hilarious that Richard was comforting him right now when he knew that out of all the brothers, Richard must be feeling the most guilt. He was not there when Jason died, and he was not there when Timothy died.

Damian only relaxed into Richard’s chest, burying his face into his clothes.

...Damian?

“I was there,” he whispered. He felt a hand stop rubbing his back. He didn’t even know when that started, but the hand stayed paused in the middle.

“I... Jon and I... we tried stopping the bleeding...”

Damian’s whole body was back to being cold, and the warm hand felt scorching where it laid. “But Timothy was calling for me and...”

He looked at his hands. They were no longer red. They were cleaned of blood, but the warm and wet feeling still felt fresh in his mind.

“He said I was warm.” Warm like his blood-soaked fingers, like the blood pooling out of Timothy’s body nonstop. “I held his hand and he said I was warm.”

He wasn’t crying. He wasn’t.

But he knew Richard was, from the way he seemed to be heaving and clutching Damian tighter.

“Did he call for anyone?” Richard asked. 

Damian nodded, breath hitching and finally acknowledging that maybe, just maybe, he was crying.

“He called for me,” he said.

Richard kissed his head. “And you were there.”

Damian nodded. “I was there.”

#i could have worded a whole lot of things better but i was running on 2 hours of sleep and 5 mugs of coffee #this wrote itself HAHAHAHAHAHAHA #tim drake #damian wayne #batman #i don't have a timeline for this or what comic-verse this is #but just know that damian and tim have come to brothers that hate each other but not really they're just brothers #dick grayson #jason todd #jon kent #do you know the song i just referenced with the title? #and do you know what a magic hour in photography is? #it's the the last hour before sunset and the first hour after sunrise #the you cannot stop it part is that the magic hour is always going to happen #it's just that i just decided to take the lyrics out of context #because the magic hour was when tim got hit and there was nothing damian could do to stop the magician from casting their spell #HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA #i mean if i were a better writer i would have casted them fighting during the magic hour and then tim hit during the magic hour #and there would be nothing they could do to stop the time and the attack from happening #eyyyyyyyyyy #someone better needs to write this cuz I suck as poetry and visuals and stuff #Where's Bruce and Alfred in all this? #Well Bruce is still cooped up in his study unable to face his dead son while Alfred is debating cleaning Tim's messy room or just leaving it #He didn't need to do this debate when Jason died because Jason loved keeping things clean #Tim loved his chaotic mess that only he knew how to navigate and find things in #tw death #tw blood #death #blood #batfam

[moonlitdesertdreams]

It's only sixteen hours...

A/N: This is just a little piece that I found in my drafts from a while ago. If there's interest, I'll definitely start on a part two for you guys :)

Tags: Jason Todd x f!reader, Jason Todd x you, Jason Todd x Reader, Jason Todd, Red Hood, Bruce Wayne, Batman, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Batfam, Batfamily, DC Imagines, Red Hood x f!reader, Red Hood x you, Red Hood x Reader, The Joker, Death in the Family, Lazarus Pits, Nightwing, Robin, Damian Wayne, Richard Grayson, Dick Grayson, Batfamily fluff, deaging, deaged jason todd

WARNINGS: None :)

Summary: Two Robins stopping by your apartment is never a good sign. Especially when they have a very small, very familiar kid in tow.

Word Count: 1.1k+

**gif does not belong to me**

“Just a minute! Christ, these pizza guys get more impatient by the day.”

The woman stalks from her frankly understocked bathroom, hair half-dry and blowdryer still hot on the counter. She snatches a beat-up leather wallet on her way to the door, kicking discarded boots out of the way.

“What’s the damage?” She calls, likely loud enough to irritate her upstairs neighbor.

“Oh, you’ll see.” The voice is familiar. Very familiar. 

Hand on the doorknob, she halts and huffs a sigh. “Go away, Tim. Jason isn’t even here.”

“Listen, it’s important-”

He starts off with her real name, which gives her pause, as Tim Drake- and all of the Waynes- have been calling her Bug for as long as she’s known them. There’s only two situations she can fathom where Tim would dare use her real name; the first possibility was he had a death wish, and the second was that something was wrong. Horribly wrong.

Bug grinds her teeth before cracking the apartment door and nudging Jason’s pile of miscellaneous weapons to the side. To her surprise, it’s Damian’s face that greets her, complete with a domino mask and sweaty hair. A hood conceals the rest of his face, which connects to a baggy sweatshirt and blue jeans he’s somehow managed to slide over his costume. 

“Damian? Why are you here?” She demands, leaning against the doorframe.

Damian, uncharacteristically silent, shifts awkwardly and points to his left, just out of Bug’s line of sight. She pokes her head into the hallway and observes a similarly dressed Tim Drake, face ducked into his hood while he holds a small, sleeping child in his arms that appears to be wrapped in Damian’s cape. 

“Can we come in? Not exactly inconspicuous out here.”

Bug is not a fan of young children, and she loathes babysitting,  but there is something in Tim’s voice making her stomach twist. His usual robotic tone and calculated movements are absent, and his brow is creased deeply enough that it looks like it hurts. 

“Make it fast.” She permisses, stepping to the side. 

The child in Tim’s arms shifts, but remains with its head tucked into his shoulder. Both boys shuffle inside, Damian making himself at home on her couch while Tim lingers near the kitchen. 

“So, we were fighting this…” Tim scratches his head, careful not to jostle the child, “Wizard.”

Lifting a brow, Bug smirks. “Let me guess. Bruce is adopting another kid that needs a checkup?”

Being associated with the Bat-family and holding a medical degree often resulted in Bug playing pro-bono street doctor. That is, until she nags Bruce about the cost of supplies and he gives an excessive amount of money to continue the care for his ragged group of vigilantes.

“Not exactly. I mean, Jas- er, he does need a checkup.” Tim stammers, “He was caught up in the fight with the wizard.”

Bug’s tongue slides over her teeth and she crosses her arms. “Wanna try that again, Drake?”

“I don’t know, I’m pretty sure you’re gonna be pissed, and you’re scary when you’re pissed.” 

She growls. “Timothy.”

Damian shoots up from the couch, face twisted in irritation. “This immaturity is outrageous.”

He stomps into the kitchen, taking a fierce stance in front of Bug, hands on his hips. 

“Todd appeared in the middle of our fight, which had apparently crossed into his ‘territory’.” Damian begins, and Bug feels her stomach begin to drop. “He refused to let those educated in the art of magic continue the battle, and insisted on joining. While failing to properly gauge his enemy’s attacks, he was struck by a spell.”

Yep, that sounded like her Jason. Bug chews on the inside of her cheeks, attempting to read Damian’s face through the domino. “What kind of spell?”

A breathy laugh slips out of Tim’s mouth, and you look to the older Robin. “The kind that, uh, makesyouintoachildtemporarily.”

Bug blinks. “...Makes you into a child?”

Damian motions to the child in Tim’s hold who is now beginning to shift, small hands clutching fistfuls of his sweatshirt. 

“Obviously.”

“Obviously.” Bug snaps, imitating Damian’s regal accent and posture. “Shut it, hellspawn. Like someone getting fucking de-aged is obvious.”

“Tt. With your level of education, it should be obvious at this point.” Damian shoots back.

Bug opens her mouth to return his attitude, when a small voice beats her. 

“Leave her alone, Demon brat.” 

She looks towards the source, finding familiar teal eyes staring at her. He looks similar enough, Bug thinks, with the piercing eyes and white streak tangled in with black bangs. Though he can’t be made to look older than five or six, something on his face tells her the memories didn’t fade like his age. Bug smiles in his direction, unsure how to approach the situation.

“He remembers everything, but as far as Zatanna could tell, he has the emotional processing of a child. So, it’s a lot. A lot for his brain right now.” Tim murmurs. 

Tiny Jason twists to look at his younger but bigger brother. “I might be pint-sized, but I can still kick your ass, Replacement.”

Bug bursts out laughing at the nickname. Hearing such a small person speak with such animosity is hilarious, no matter the situation. 

“Doubt it, Todd.” 

Jason seems to consider Bug’s reaction and Tim’s words a moment. At first his face grows frustrated, and then begins to redden. Bug tilts her head to the side. “Jason, honey, are you alright?”

Those familiar eyes track to her face again, but this time they’re brimming with tears. A pang of guilt slams into Bug’s gut, and she immediately feels guilty. Tim has just told her he was emotionally vulnerable.

“I’m f-fine.” He starts, “This is all just s-stupid.”

Bug feels a tug on her heart, reaching a hand to brush it over Jason’s unruly hair. “I know it’s all really hard right now.”

Blustery eyes focus on Bug just as his hands reach out, and she doesn’t hesitate to extract him from Tim’s hold. It seems his clothes have been shrunk with him, and if he wasn’t a sniffling mess, Bug would tease him for how adorable his Red Hood armor was. 

“Shh, Jason. It’s alright.” She soothes.”

And just like that, Damian and Tim are strolling towards the door, Tim with your abandoned mug of coffee in one hand. “Thanks, Bug!”

“Um, excuse me?” Her tone stops both Robins in their tracks. “I have questions, Tim.”

Jason continues his soft whimpering, face hidden in Bug’s shoulder. 

Tim drains her coffee mug despite its lukewarm state. “Zatanna said it should wear off shortly, within uh… what’d she say again Damian?” 

“Sixteen hours.”

“...Sixteen hours, yes. Have fun!”

Before Bug can argue, the door slams. 

“Well Jason, I guess it’s you and me.”

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