Here’s the thing about the Twin AU that people aren’t considering: the Drs Fenton are resourceful! They can make amazing inventions out of household objects and machines!
So when they were accepting a contract from Ra’s to look at the Lazarus Pits in conjunction to their research (ie the best dissertation material ever) they looked at the spare twin that was being sacrificed and said “a perfectly good baby like that would probably be nice to have around!”
Sure, the Spare Heir was ecto contaminated because of the pits and that’s why Ra’s was getting rid of him, but seriously, not everything needed to be brand new these days! Upcycle! Science can fix all the ectoplasm and possession! He’ll be just like new in no time! Take that baby out of the pit and wash em up and take that baby to the Midwest! Teach that baby about stars and Ghosts!
The Drs Fenton take baby danny on their last day, knowing that the league thinks that he’s dead- already sacrificed, Ra’s felt the power shift of the Infinite Realms- and proceed forward like nothing was ever a big deal! They published their findings on the pits, they got another contract/grant and then began the journey to start moving towards their other projects!
Why tell Jazz, she’s only a toddler when they bring him home?
Why tell Danny, he’s just their little man, their Dann-o?
Things will probably be fine, because just like their up cycled machines and portals- an upcycled baby wouldn’t have any problems! Their inventions always worked perfectly! Their son would be just as perfect!
Cue the shenanigans of Damian and Danny meeting, the normal amount of “you’re the clone” finger pointing (which Danny wins because he has actual baby/childhood photos) and then some ghosts of assassins past trying to cause issues for Phantom.
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Kane & Jim AU: Brink of Death
Kane & Jim AUs Masterlist
content: failed escape attempt, dehydration, environmental whump, carewhumper, vampire whumper, bugs mention
Bad End so nice i do it twice. what if Kane caught Jim on the second night instead of the first? diverges from the events of Out.
@amonthofwhump March Trope-A-Thon Day 1: Environmental / Rockslide / Rain/Snowstorm / Exposure/Lost / Come In From The Cold
Jim was vaguely aware that he was dying, but it was hard to think. He was too dizzy.
The sun set, and he was so thankful that the heat lessened that he could barely think about the danger of Kane finding him. Maybe it would be better if Kane found him. He would be in excruciating pain and would probably never walk again, but Kane would at least keep him alive. Kane would give him water. He’d go back to Kane if he could have water. He’d give up his ankles for water.
His hand stayed closed around the stick despite this train of thought. He held it close to his chest, like a child hugging a treasured plush toy.
I don’t wanna go back. I’m scared.
Jim’s eyes fluttered shut. He opened them again.
I am going to die.
His breathing was ragged and shallow and it hurt, the air only seeming to make his throat drier.
His eyes closed again. He did not try to open them.
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There he was. His human, collapsed on the ground, just over the border into human territory. He’d nearly died to make it there. Stupid thing.
Kane gave him a light kick.
The human’s eyes opened slow, his response delayed. He looked up at Kane blearily, clutching at the stick in his hands.
“W-water?” he stuttered, his voice scratchy. His entire body smelled of blood, from his cracked lips to his scratched-up feet to... whatever was going on with his back.
This was what happened to a human that goes two days without water? It was unbelievable. How were they surviving out there?
Kane sighed. “Yes, yes, you’ll get water back at home. You’re not dying on my watch.”
The human dropped the stick. “Yes, sir,” he rasped.
Well, at least there was some obedience. Proper titles for once.
Kane scooped him up off the ground. He was filthy and shirtless- it looked like he had fashioned his shirt into makeshift slippers, which had then been eviscerated by his two-day trek.
The human’s head thudded weakly against Kane’s chest. His eyes fluttered closed again, his breathing shallow.
Kane hurried home, a bit worried that the human might die despite his abundant efforts. When he got there, he dumped him on the bed in the human quarters. The human didn’t wake, or at least didn’t appear to.
Water, he’d said. The fact that Kane was now made to tend to him after something as audacious as an escape attempt was infuriating, but a punishment could be attended to later.
He went to the kitchen, filled up a glass of water, and brought it back for his human. He shook him roughly by the shoulder. “Wake up, human. Drink.”
The human didn’t wake.
Beginning to get nervous, Kane propped the human up with a hand on his back and tipped the glass to his lips with the other, letting the water touch them. ”Drink.” he commanded.
The human came to life the second the water touched his lips, gulping it down desperately. He devoured the whole glass, looking up at Kane pleadingly. “More?” he croaked.
Kane removed his hand, letting the human flop back onto the bed. He shouldn’t be coddling his human right after he tried to escape. But what else could he do? The human obviously wasn’t in any state to help himself.
“Fine.” Kane went to the kitchen and refilled the glass. The human drank it down just as fast, and Kane, though begrudgingly, continued refilling it until he was satisfied.
The human held his half-full glass to his chest, like he was afraid Kane would take it away, at looked at Kane wide-eyed. Warily.
They were on the same page, then.
“You ran. When I explicitly told you not to.”
The human’s eyes watered, now that he had water in his body to spare. He scooted back until he was pressed against the wall: they both knew he couldn’t truly go anywhere.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
“I’ve been searching for you for two nights!” Kane snapped. “And I haven’t fed in that entire time! I certainly can’t now, you’d about keel over. Do you have any idea what a pain this has been?”
The human nodded, arms hovering defensively over his bare chest. “Yes, sir,” he replied quietly, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Kane supposed he really did know. Being a weaker species, the two nights had practically killed him, the woods doling out a punishment on their own. He pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated.
The human winced at Kane’s obvious irritation. “I w-won’t try to run again. I mean it this time,” he insisted fervently. “I can’t. I’d die. I know that now. I know-” he let out a sob before continuing, voice wobbly, “I know I’m yours forever. Sir. Please don’t- don’t hurt me. It already hurts.” He cast his eyes down, trembling.
Kane eyed him icily for a long moment, trying to determine if he really meant it, but it was obvious he did. He could see it clear on the human’s face.
He leaned forward and grabbed the human by the chin, forcing him to look him in the eyes.
“This will not be tolerated again.”
“Yes, sir,” the human squeaked, eyes wide with fear.
Kane released him. “Clean up. You’re a mess. I’ll help you get those bugs off your back if you can’t manage it.”
The human nodded slowly, obviously relieved at the lack of further punishment. “Thank you.”
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