#they and Jazz are all bio siblings through Bruce

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #5

Demon Twin AU except Damian never had a blood son phase:

Damian would like to start saying he is not at fault for this….miscommunication. Truly, how was he to know sharing the same blood as Jasmine and Danyal would make them “siblings”? Not once has anyone mentioned such absurd claims. He has never and will never treat either of the two the way he would Richard or any of his other siblings, but apparently sharing the same donors when being created automatically makes people siblings.

Worse, father is upset at him and mother for “hiding away” two of his “children” from him. Richard and Thomas will not stop staring at him. Todd, Brown, and Drake will not stop laughing. Cassandra has not stopped looking at his body language since this whole encounter started. Alfred is giving him his patented disappointed face he oh so hates but what is he to do?

Damian was not hiding anything or anyone. Jasmine and Danyal have not nor will they ever be his siblings. They are the children of Jack and Maddie Fenton just as Richard and the rest of them are Bruce’s children. Blood has nothing to do with family. They are at best “god-siblings” or “cousins” if father refuses to believe they are simply childhood companions.

There is barely a hint of emotion as father purses his lips while his siblings continue looking on at him in disbelief. Damian is not understanding why they are having trouble comprehending such simple logic. It is common sense to know that siblings are the children at least one of your parents have raised other than yourself. Parents are the people who raise you. Talia raised him therefore she is his mother. He lives with Bruce who is now raising him and therefore he is his father.

Neither Talia nor Bruce raised Jasmine or Danyal, therefore they are not siblings. It is merely coincidence that he shared blood with both Bruce and Talia. After all, every time he’s visited Amity Park, most children look nothing like their parents. How can it not be coincidence when it is clearly far more normal to raise children who don’t share an ounce of blood with you, than those who do.

How can it not be normal when Jack Fenton took Jasmine in so easily knowing he didn’t share any dna with her? Even more so with Danyal who doesn’t share even a drop of blood with either Jack or Maddie. Look at yourself father. Out of all your children, only one shares your dna. Do not try and pin this on Damian for being the only sensible person in this family. Blood siblings, ha, don’t make him laugh.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc crossover #danny and damian are twins #they and Jazz are all bio siblings through Bruce #but only Jazz and Danny think of each other as siblings #Jazz is Bruce and Maddie’s kid #Jack is infertile #Talia being a great bff to Maddie offered up Bruce’s dna #this changes everything and nothing at the same time #Damian never called himself the only blood son #Talia and Ra’s never instilled it into him knowing Jazz and Danny were around #Damian still had a superiority complex but only because he was heir to demon #the batfam told him to call Jazz/Danny to fact check #unfortunately for them neither Jazz or Danny knew this either #they were all taught that blood didn’t mean shit by both the league and their parents #for Damian this included Bruce too (which he is now slowly regretting) #it also wasn’t until the batfam saw danny that anyone found out danny and Damian were twins #no one in amity ever really thought about why danny and damian looked so similar #amity park is big on adoption #very few of them actually gave birth to their children #this only enforced the thought that raising a child who you sired isn’t common #Damian uses amity park as a reference for what’s considered normal #Bruce almost had an aneurism when he found out about Dan and Ellie

[r3ynah]

Extended Family

DCxDP

An Au where, Maddie is Damian and Danyal, Biological mother besides Talia, Basically Talia and Maddie(+Jack) both grew up in LOA and were very best friends(lovers?? at some point including Jack). Talia wanted a natural birth for her son, as she was not really fond of the idea of a test tube baby. so she asked Maddie a favour to become a surrogate. which Maddie happily accepted. because of her experience with Jazz and Danyal's birth, Talia was sure Maddie can give birth to her son safely.

This was approved by Ra's Because he deemed Maddie as someone that could be trusted due to her becoming one of the most strongest and smart assassins in the LOA(He was fond of her, like really really fond.) So he accepted his daughter proposal for Maddie to become the surrogate.

And then Damian was born, Jazz and Danny basically loved Damian and would not go anywhere but the baby's side. Jack loved taking care of Damian due to Maddie and Talia not knowing how to take care of a baby with physical affection.(basically house husband behavior,).

As the kids grew they become closer through the years until you know, it wasn't safe for them in the LOA anymore so they helped Damian escape first to his Bio dad's place(They did let him pick though, if he wanted to stay with the fenton-nightangles or go to Bruce, he chose the latter because if something happened to them he'll have connections.) and then Maddie and Jack escaped with their children in a random town named Amity park. which turns out was a hotspot for Lazarus pits or Ectoplasm. (They decided to change the name cause everytime Jack hears the word pits he started laughing).

The children of course never severed their communication throughout the years. And Bruce never asked about his life at the LOA so he never introduced his half siblings.

Damian hated his older brother, Danyal with all his might. if you asked him to choose between his Half-sister Jazz or Danyal. He'll choose Jazz in a heartbeat.

He hated him, because of his foolishness and absolute neglect of his surroundings, making him a easy prey amongst people who wants to take advantage of him. He disliked Danyal's poor choices in life especially now.

The youngest wayne stood in the middle of one of the many hallways of his highschool as he stared at a certain, black haired and blue eyed girl, who was waving at him ecstatically, he contemplated if he should fight the girl head on or just run and escape.

Obviously in this situation he would pick the most desirable option to make sure his day wasn't ruined by his older brother, so he picked the latter. Damian dashed through the hallways, making sure to lose the girl before the third period started. He slowed down as he looked warily at his surroundings his back against the storage room incase he needed a hiding place from that test tube spawn.

When suddenly a pair of arms phased through the door embracing Damian as he tried to escape.

The girl giggled as she kept her hold on the older boy who tried to get her off him. "Hi uncle Damian!"

she greeted as she finally let go making space for the boy to take a step back.

"Danielle. Why are you here, Did Danyal send you to pester me?" He glared at his niece, as he kept his guard up.

"Kind of, mama sent me here to check up on you." She explained "You kinda went MIA when you stopped answering his texts and calls."

"This is absurd, I can take care of myself. him thinking something happened to me for not answering his calls is offending, I am not like him." Damian stated as he finally lowered his guard. And started to walk away expecting for Elle to follow to which she did.

"Eh.. You know him, His just paranoid he always is" Elle exclaimed as she looked at her schedule. "What's your next class Uncle?"

"Math."

"Ooh Yey! We're classmates, let's sit together!"

A groan left Damian as Elle chuckled and continued to look at her class schedule beside him, Peaceful quietness welcomed the two as they walked to their shared class.

——

"Do you have a apartment nearby?" Damian asked as he stood up from his table waiting for Elle as she packed her notebooks, only filled with doodles from both party.

"Nope, Mama requested that we move here for easier transport but i didn't wanna bother with all the moving stuff." Elle explained as she finished tidying up. "Beside I can just fly back and forth, what's the use of my powers if I can't abuse em."

"Your logic is as worse as Danyal." Damian exclaimed as they both headed out the door. "Follow along. you'll be staying at my manor this week."

"Why?" Elle asked suspiciously

"Because, It is a tiring job to use your flight ability for something so stupid." The boy explained.

"Is that really all?"

"Ofcourse not, As your uncle it's my job to keep you energized and unbothered, But as your mother's brother its my duty to annoy him for thinking i was in danger. so I'm basically taking you hostage at the manor." Damian grinned, as he took his niece's hand to make sure she doesn't get lost through the maze of hallways

"So basically kidnapping? I'm in."

——

"Master Damian, welcome home." Alfred greeted as he opened the front door. "And who might you be?"

"Hello Alfred, This is Danielle your Great-granddaughter." Damian said, making Alfred raise his eyebrows slightly before returning to his relaxed state.

"Well, nice to meet you Lady Danielle" Alfred greeted with a smile, as he shook her hand.

"Please call me Elle, Alfred" Elle brightly smiled

"Very well then Lady Elle." Alfred chuckled.

"Is father home yet?" Damian asked

"No not yet master Damian, you two may go to the living room as I prepare the guest room for Lady Elle." Alfred exclaimed as he headed to the kitchen to finish what he was doing.

Elle looked at Damian, Damian looked at Elle.

"I can feel my phone vibrating from my bag." She laughed. Her mother Danny was certainly going to be sad that his little brother kidnapped his daughter for a Uncle and niece Hangout.

#dpdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc fanfic #dc x dp crossover #dpxdc fanart #dc x dp #dpxdc #danny phantom crossover #dcdp #Danny is nonbinary

[adhdslugcrimes]

Dick: Danny, Jazz, sit down we have things to discuss.

Danny, sitting with his new siblings looking at him with those same studying eyes his bios gave him: I don't think I'm going to like this…

Jazz: I'm not afraid to do what I did to our parents if you try anything.

Dick: it's fine I promise, listen I have this streak I love and cherish as much as I do with my mother and father's things, it brings me tremendous joy… and that's the last time I ask Jason to write me a speech, listen kiddos, as your big brother I have this thing for training you to be chaotic little shits, okay? If I don't see another dye box in Bruce's trash what's my purpose in life?

Danny: but… Bruce is really nice to us?

Jazz: Danny, he's doing the bare minimum, we talked about this.

Dick: yeah he's nice and all, and I love him because if I didn't I wouldn't be here anymore for all the things he put me through, but he doesn't get a break and that disappointed tired look is my drug, I have made his biological starfish son more chaotic than any chaotic god that exists, let me mold you to the perfect duo, help your poor old big brother out, please.

Jason: we also get extra cookies the most we disappoint B, Alfred loves this stuff.

Jazz: I'm in.

Danny: really? For a cookie?

Jazz: yes.

Danny: well… would be fun to prank people again, I've missed it… sure.

Dick, pulling out a big book: great, let's get to work, the Gala is happening next month we only have three weeks to train, don't worry with Tim I only had four days we can make this happen.

#dick grayson #Jason todd #danny fenton #jazz fenton #batfam #dc x dp #dcxdp #Dick's purpose in life is make Bruce tired #he fixed his relationship with his dad only to mess him up #and yess jarro is Bruce's bio son too

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Lol Danny as Phantom trying to summon Jazz as a prank and accidentally summons one of the bats instead. Danny and the bat in question just stare at eachother for a second, eyes flicking between the other person and the obvious Lazarus green summoning circle.

The bat asks a question but before they can even finish Danny yells, "wrONG NUMBER" and breaks the summoning circle thus sending the bat back to wherever they were at the point of summoning.

Danny assumes he must have gotten something wrong and tries again and this time succeeds in summoning Jazz who is very disgruntled at his prank.

This goes on with Danny accidentally summoning various bats by accident and batcow one time while trying to summon cujo. It isn't until Nightwing gets sent back again that he mentions what was happening to him every so often to the others that they all realize they had been summoned multiple times. Batman is freaking out because all his kids??? Got summoned through some kinda magic circle??? And no one told him what was going on???

Bruce also wondered why he wasn't summoned but all the other bats were. The kid who kept summoning them didn't seem like a threat but it was all to suspicious and unnerving.

Danny was getting annoyed. Who were these people and why did they appear everytime he tried to use a spell thats supposed to summon siblings? Is he adopted or something? Mom and Dad never had the greatest relationship with him and his sister but this is something they would tell him, right?

Right?

Bonus: One time he uses the circle while he's in danger to summon his mom so she can beat up Vlad who's gone completely off the rails. He makes sure he's in his living form and looks all weak and small as possible.

This turned out to be a mistake as either Catwoman or Talia Al Ghul appears(writers choice). Danny is confused but mis bio mom recognized him immediately and Vlad gets obliterated. Depending on the choice Vlad is either Souped or Killed and Danny gets kidnapped regardless.

#dp x dc #fanfiction prompts #prompts #danny fenton #danny phantom #batman #talia al ghul #tim drake #robin #damian wayne #catwoman #selina kyle #red robin #yum #imagine if its talia #the son that was stolen away from her and the leage is so pitiful and weak #she must fix that #only to realize later she had been tricked and the small and meek thing was just an act #shes so impressed with her baby #if its catwoman she rushes to snuggle her lost kitten and starts putting together the truth about Amity #could be a different dimention #could be amity cut off from the rest of the world #red hood #jason todd #nightwing #dick grayson #stephine brown #spoiler #orphan #cassandra cain

[redjaybathood]

How about Jason and Cass finding out their related (through Shiva?), its been done before but I'd like to see your take on it. Another one is a Jason lives au, and he passes on Robin to Steph, that be cool to see. Hope this inspires you!

Both are excellent suggestions but you know what would be even more mind-blowing? Both at the same time.

So Jason doesn't die. You know why? Because his finding mother quest was finished with Shiva. Instead of relying on the truth serum, which obviously didn't work on Shiva, Jason got a DNA sample. A week later, ta-da. It's a mom!

What Jason is doing next? Obviously not tracking down Sheila. He helps apprehend Joker during his Iranian ambassador stunt (let's retcon it for Qurac ambassador for maybe working All Caste stuff at some point later) and goes back to Gotham with Bruce.

Only him donning Robin suit while in contact with Sharmin, Sandra, and entire UN organization, was kinda exceptional circumstances, and more like for his own protection - he wasn’t even supposed to be helping with the Joker. So.

He’s still grounded when they return to Gotham.

Ahem. He’s under impression that he wasn’t grounded per se as much as he was fired. And, like, he thinks also that Robin is the reason he was adopted; and maybe a little because Bruce pitied street (functional) orphan urchin. He ran away from the Manor before he found out about a bio mom; y’all think he’s going to come back?

So, here’s 4.3K on how it’s going to go down.

1) “How long till we reach Gotham?” Jason asks, anxiety building up in him.

He thinks he would have felt better if he were down the hold with bound Joker than here in the cockpit with Br... Batman.

B doesn’t even glance his way like he’s busy with controls. It’s like he thinks Jason is stupid, like he forgot that there’s an autopilot on the Batwing. Jason flew this fucking plane once.

“Ten minutes out,” Batman says.

Jason looks down at his clothes, pulls the fabric of his tunic from his chest. He should probably change.

“Okay,” he says, standing up. “You can drop me off at...”

Shit, he doesn’t really know where they could land this thing so Jason could slip out in civvies unnoticed.

“Drop you off,” Batman says flatly.

“It’s not like you need me to drop Joker at GCPD doorstep. He’s still out - probably will be for a while. I got him hard, huh.”

Superman kinda had to pull him off. Jason isn’t proud of that. Isn’t proud that he didn’t manage to crack the bastard’s skull before he was up in the air, swinging at the empty air, uncle Clark pulling his shoulders back, murmuring stupid useless things like “You got him, you can stop”, and “Batgirl wouldn’t want you to do it”. He really, really shouldn’t have stopped. Should have had a small green rock somewhere in his pockets (if his suit had pockets) just like da... Batman. Be prepared, constant vigilance, all that jazz.

“What do you mean, exactly, by drop you off.”

But he may be mentally unstable, good for nothing son of a junkie and a pusher (son of an assassin and a henchman, actually; what’s next? Is his grandmother a criminal mastermind? Thank god he doesn’t have siblings). But he’s not paranoid. So he doesn’t have Kryptonite on him. So he stops struggling. And also, maybe Sups is right: wouldn’t Barbie want to do it herself when she’s good and ready? And she’s going to be. She’s going to be just fine. She’s going to recover.

“Jason. Jason, I’m talking to you.”

But she never gonna walk again. Jason should have gone for the neck.

Jason glances at the back of the plane but there’s really no time for it. He changes into a sweatshirt and jeans. Rummages at his backpack. When he finds what he’s looking for, he hesitates. It's not that he wants to keep it. He grew complacent in the last few years, but he's not useless. The only reason he took it was because he was on a timetable.

“Jason, look at me. Robin!”

That's a fucking lie. There was nothing urgent to this trip, even if at the time it felt vital. In the end, it turned out he might have as well stayed home (in Gotham, not the Manor; the Manor ceased being home the second Garzonas hit the pavement).

“Catch!”

Jason throws the credit card at Bruce. Finger-guns at him, grins.

“Thank you for financing my little vacation. They offer free champagne in the first class, and flight attendants? Fi-ine as hell.”

Batman pushes the button that makes the Batwing stop and hover above the old water tower in the outskirts of Gotham. He’s halfway out of his seat when Jason gulps down every other thing and kicks the hatch.

He turns back and winks.

“That’s my name, B. Don’t wear it out!”

He jumps.

He’s pretty sure Batman tried to grab him, but when he lands and looks up, the hatch is already closed.

Oh well. It’s not like he wanted Bruce to try and stop him.

2) It’s fucking insulting, that’s what it is. A chipmunk in Jason’s suit is running around his city!

Karma, Dick would probably say. Only, Dick already upgraded to his ultra-fashionable Discowing suit at the time. Jason still holds onto a red two-piece with a yellow-black cape. He just... hadn’t exactly had time to go out out.

He’s not living on the streets so much anymore as he has a job now, washing dishes and sometimes waiting tables at, wait for it, Red Robin. It was maybe the toughest three months in his life where he slept in rafters of his high school theater club, showered in the locker room, and ate once a day in the cafeteria (hey, his lunches were paid for the whole year in advance by his ex-benefactor, he might as well take advantage of it). But now he’s renting a room with two other guys, English majors from Gotham U. Still, between the job, and trying to ace every class and living his dream of becoming a stagehand in modernized production of the bard himself and preparing himself for the next year baseball tryouts, he barely has time for sleep nowadays. And he can’t drop any of it. Because, let’s be real, the only way he goes to college now is if his application is - not perfect; he’s Jason Todd, it’s never going to be perfect; but as good as he can make it.

So, okay! He didn’t take the Robin suit out for six months. But he’s not dead or anything. The upstart who had the gull?.. About to be.

Only, shit, someone got to him first. Jason winces in a fit of involuntary sympathy when the brick hits the face. Damn, that girl has quick reflexes.

He makes sure to land close enough for her to see him coming while being still outside the brick reach.

“Imma friendly,” he says, keeping his hands up.

“Sure you are,” the girl in purple cape says.

She notably does not let go of the brick. The boy on the ground notably doesn’t even stir. That’s mildly concerning, actually.

Jason gesticulates at the boy, then presses two fingers to his own neck, then raises his brows at the girl. She inclines her head and raises a shoulder, taking a step back.

While Jason checks the boy's pulse, and it takes a while because he doesn't really know what he's doing, first aid for some reason wasn't on his Bat-curriculum, the girl clears her throat.

"So, is there a convention I don't know about?" She clearly is aiming for levity but as arrives at awkward. Jason can relate. She doesn't stop trying, so that's a point in her favor. "If he's Robin, who are you supposed to be? Red Robin?"

"That would be stupid," he says. "I don't want to get sued. No, I’m Robin, and he’s just...”

He trails off, trying and failing to take the mask off. With a sinking heart, and ignoring the girl behind him shouting “What are you doing?”, he takes out a small bottle of solvent, the Batman-grade stuff he nicked before blowing that joint. It’s the only chemical compound that dissolves the Bat-glue. It also doesn’t do shit to anything else. He applies it. The mask comes off because of course it does.

“You can’t just - unmask him!”

“Don’t look if it’s so morally objectionable to you that I’m trying to find out if he has a fucking concussion,” he says.

He also 100% sure that if this kid is on the streets under Batman’s blessing, then he knows who Jason Todd is, so it’s only fair. Or would be, if he had any clue at all who this is.

The kid is out of it but comes in when Jason slaps him lightly. Jason grabs penlight and shines it into the wannabe... no, the third-time-is-the-charm’s eyes. It doesn’t look great: the kid gulps the air, but doesn’t say anything, doesn’t even try to shove Jason away. And pupils are supposed to be the same size, aren’t they?

“Oh.”

The girl exhales somewhere very close to Jason’s ear. Apparently, she doesn’t find it morally objectionable after all, and judging by her voice, she also knows the kid.

She also knows a lot more about first aid than Jason, because she shoves him away and starts disinfecting and bandaging the head wound. Which, Jason didn’t even notice the kid bleeding.

But what Jason does have, is a cell phone. And, he’s a responsible adult here (he’s still a year from being a legal adult but functionally he is, living on his own and all). He does the responsible thing: he calls the ambulance.

“You can’t!”

That’s the first thing the kid says. He also tries to stand but the girl gently puts a stop to it.

“Name one fucking reason,” Jason bares his teeth. “Name one fucking thing that’s more important than you not croaking on us right here and now.”

“I’m not going to die,” the kid sounds insulted. “Just take me to Leslie. I’m in a suit, I can’t afford to go to a regular hospital.”

“You literally can afford it,” the girl scoffs. “That I can’t afford, is being charged with murder or assault if you have a hemorrhage.”

The kid still tries to protest, tries to call Batman, but he’s weak as a kitten now. Jason has no trouble taking the comm away and stomping on it for a good measure. He takes away everything half-way incriminating, for safe-keeping, and when the EMTs arrive, he leaves the kid at their capable hands. Cosplayer, he explains. Kids these days.

The girl still waits on the roof where he left her.

“Why didn’t you let your mini-me call your boss?” she asks.

It’s hard to say under the mask but Jason imagines she’s squinting at him. Judging.

“I should say it’s for his own good,” Jason says and sighs. “But truth? Me and B just aren’t on speaking terms anymore.”

“So he’s less of mini-you and more new-you, huh,” she says, perching on the railing on the edge of the rood. “I guess that’s one way to file a formal complaint.”

Their friendship kinda spins from there.

3) No, actually, Spoiler thinks he's a dick for a while. She dislikes Tim Drake more (that's the kid's name, and he's only two years younger than Jason so not really a kid but whatever). But that doesn't mean she likes Jason those first days after their acquaintance.

It's whatever. He has a lot on his plate as is. Not literally, sadly: taking up the vigilante job again means he has to get fewer shifts at the restaurant. And that limits his grocery money considerably.

What he rather means is, Batman and Nightwing are on his case now. See, at first, he thinks it’s because he blew Drake’s identity more or less. He can’t wear green, red and yellow anymore. No convenient traffic light-colored sidekick anymore.

But then Nightwing straight-up jumps Jason when he’s grappling from one building to another. They crash-land, well, Jason crash-lands, Dick sticks to the landing as always. Jason doesn’t bother to even say “What the fuck, dude?” because Dick has his escrima sticks out.

But Dick seems to be in a talkative mood because instead of attacking he says:

“See, I told B this would happen when he took you in.”

Jason is pretty sure that the last time they saw each other, Dick said he was going to be a great Robin, and gave him his number. Jason even tried to call it - right before he caught a plane to Africa. The subscriber was outside of reach, though.

“Gee, Golden Boy, tell me how you really feel,” he says.

As Dick doesn’t seem to want to beat him up right this second, Jason leans against a wall, crossing his hands. He would prefer to sit, actually, but that would put him at an even worse disadvantage.

“He gave you everything,” Dick says, with something like a wonder in his voice, which quickly turns to anger. “And you just spat in his face instead. Kicking criminals off the roof, stealing from him, running away, and now attacking someone weaker than you? Someone who actually asked me before putting on my suit?”

“Attacking...” Jason shakes his head. What? “Kicking criminals off the roof?”

He laughs. He might be hysterical a little.

“So, B said I killed Garzonas? Wonder why he didn’t turn me in then.”

“Because he loves you, you piece of work.”

Jason pushes himself off the wall with some difficulty.

“Did you hit your head too lately? Because from where I’m standing, B has one great love in his life, and it’s capital J - Joker. You know, when I had my hands on him, six months ago, like a month after he shot and... After he did that to Bar... Batgirl. I had my hands on Joker! And he had a choice, command Superman to fly the nuke off into deep, deep space where it could have detonated safely, or tell him to save Joker while he was tinkering with the bomb that, oh, that’s right, could have gone off at any fucking minute.”

Jason’s breath still catches when he thinks about it. At the hit of the moment, he didn’t really understand what’s going on, didn’t really realize how close they all be to... He closes his eyes and shakes his head.

“You know what? If you think I killed Garzonas, if you think I attacked your precious protégé, go ahead and apprehend me. I won’t even fight. Have fun trying to prove anything though - all the while blowing B’s identity wide open. Because that’s what stopped him, you sweet summer child.”

Dick bares his teeth at him.

“He was only trying to help,” he says. “The kid, he just - you never noticed what B was like after you ran away? After you betrayed him? He was losing it, every night on the streets, hitting harder, taking hits that shouldn’t even come close to landing on him. B thought he failed you, and it was literally going to kill him. You didn’t care, the kid did. He came to me, begging to come back to Gotham. Because Batman needs a Robin.”

Jason doesn’t know what Batman needs but once upon a time, he had thought he needed Jason.

“I wasn’t on the streets because I was trying to get off the streets,” Jason says instead. “And this is going exactly nowhere. Just tell me, did the kid say I hit him?”

“Yes,” Dick says, with only the shortest pause. “You attacked, unmasked, and robbed him and would probably do who knows what else if Spoiler didn’t save him.”

Either Tim Drake was a lying piece of shit, or he didn’t really remember the whole thing, and what snatches he did remember painted a picture not exactly in Jason’s favor.

But that’s fine. Better him than Spoiler.

“Does he want to press charges? No? Then I’m outta here. And look, I promise the moment you guys have any real solid evidence against my wrongdoing, I’m going to go ahead and turn myself in nice and quiet. But you go after me on assumption? I will do the same thing, but I won’t be exactly quiet, alright?”

Dick lets him go, after a few choice words.

It’s - whatever. It’s not like Dick knows he was bluffing; he doesn’t want him or Bruce dead in a ditch somewhere, or Alfred, which is the likeliest scenario if the word got out who was hiding under Batman’s cowl.

So he’s safe. He thinks.

4) And then he goes to school in the morning and finds out he doesn't go there anymore.

He causes a small ruckus in the office. A student, sharp-eyed blonde girl a year behind him, who works there part-time, looks like he's the best show she saw this year. All the while he slowly loses his mind trying to find out who withdrew him (his father; shoulda guessed it) and where his documents were transferred to.

Brentwood fucking academy.

When he throws his hands up and goes home, he finds that police are there. And yeah, okay, technically, he’s underage, and Batman could just file a missing person report. That’s exactly why he used a fake ID, social security number, and credit record. So he cuts his loses and leaves behind all his mortal worldly possessions except for what’s in his backpack, and the suit. He has caches in the city. One with his suit, several that also contain money and regular clothes and some non-perishable food.

“I can’t believe I’m homeless again,” he groans that night after he and Spoiler spoil a robbery.

Technically, one of them would have been enough to take down a Riddler-junior and his crew but Jason can’t argue that working together frees up a few additional hours of sleep. Which they don’t actually use because they’re having heart-to-heart instead.

"Technically, Brentwood is a boarding school, so you can, you know, just go with it. But wow," Spoiler says. "That's Tim Drake's new school. You either have the shittiest luck, or your dad really hates you."

“Eh, a little bit of both,” Jason gestures. “I mean, maybe he doesn’t hate me. More like, he thinks I’m going to end up in prison sooner or later. Just like my father. The other one. Or maybe he thinks I’m one breath away from embarking on the glorious career of an assassin, like my mom. Or become a drug addict, like my other mom.”

“How many parents do you have?”

Jason shrugs.

“Currently alive? Two. The ones I’m on speaking terms with? Zero.”

Spoiler knocks her shoulder into his.

“Same.”

“Their loss,” Jason says.

Freezes.

“Don’t take it the wrong way,” he says slowly. “But can I touch you?”

“Uh,” and Jason understands Spoiler’s hesitation, he really does. “What way should I take?”

Jason rolls his eyes and points with his chin at her glove.

“Take it off. And touch my armor.”

Because that’s what it is, actually. Not just a suit, it’s a fully functional armor that may not be able to stop a high-caliber bullet or the League’s knife but it has Kevlar fiber interwoven in it. He really hopes he’s mistaken, but when they touched just now, for the first time since their acquaintance, it felt like her suit is really just a costume. Something his (ex now, he supposes) drama club could have found in their wardrobe.

When he explains it to Spoiler, she snaps at him.

“Well, not everyone has daddies rich enough to afford Brentwood and what else.”

Jason has to admit she has a point but...

“It’s not a dig,” he explains patiently. “Actually, I have a proposition. How do you feel about robbing Batman?”

She doesn’t feel good about the word “robbery”, actually, so Jason has to cajole and explain that it’s not really a robbery but more like, he has enough of that stuff that nobody currently uses anymore anyway, and won’t, if Jason has anything to say about it. And it’s also something of a poetic justice-revenge thing, because, Jason says, Batman ratted him out to his father.

“That’s how he knew how to find me and anything,” he says. “I mean, he knew which high school I attended anyway but the apartment, and my work, that he didn’t know. And he didn’t call me even once, all this time, and now he switches my schools? After I attacked Batman’s new guy?”

“That was an accident,” Spoiler is frowning, Jason thinks. “My accident. Drake was tailing me, I got slightly paranoid, and when he made a move, I just... reacted.”

“Don’t let them know,” Jason says resolutely. “If they hate me so much after, like, three years of loyal service? I don’t want to know what they will do to you. At best, if they believe it wasn’t a malicious act, they would try to stop you from doing the Spoiling. Because they’re going to think you’re incompetent.”

“I am not.”

“I know that! We busted a crime ring tonight together. But they, Batman, Nightwing, whoever else they would enlist... They really are used to look down on people. He thinks he can control who operates in his city, and you know what? He actually can, I just think he shouldn’t.”

Jason clears his throat. He is getting sidetracked.

“Anyway. He’s a dick, he doesn’t need it, he can afford to lose it, and you do need it, and really can’t afford to buy it on your own. Can you?”

“That’s going to make me just as bad as the criminals we stop, wouldn’t it?” Spoiler says it in a really small voice.

Like someone said it to her once, and she believed it.

Like when Batman said that Jason has to rein himself in because he pucked too much power in a hit. That punching too hard - that going over that line Batman drew for himself and everyone else kinda got to jump back and forth over, - would make Jason just as bad as them. That Jason killing Joker, if he succeeded in it, would have made Jason somehow even worse.

“I woulda absolutely buy it,” Jason says. “If I didn’t see first-hand catch-and-release game Batman plays with Catwoman.”

He stands up and gives Spoiler his hand.

“You can go with me, or not. I’m heisting the shit out of Batcave anyway. I’m giving you the armor anyway. If he doesn’t catch me and beat me red and blue, of course.”

He feels a little bit bad about the last sentence. No matter B’s faults, Jason doesn't believe he would have ever raised a hand at him. Nightwing, on the other hand, if he’s still around somewhere...

Anyway. Spoiler takes his hand.

5) Jason really thought B’s going to upgrade security measures after Jason ditched him. At least delete his access rights. But Jason’s code to Batcave still works. Maybe, he was recycling credentials for Drake, of course, banking on Jason’s pride preventing him from going back here.

What does he know? That life taught Jason is, sometimes you’re so hungry you have to swallow your pride to get through the day, and the next, and the next. And today wasn’t that kind of day, but Jason’s pride was flexible enough.

Today he caught a knife thrown at Spoiler’s back. And by caught, he meant he had to jump forward of its trajectory. Next time, he could be not there. And then, there won’t be a next next time for Spoiler. Which is a real crime here, anyway.

“See,” he says with more cheer than he feels. “I have keys, so we’re not even breaking and entering.”

They are supposed to be in and out, but Jason lets Spoiler kinda gape for a full minute at the dinosaur, and the Penny, and everythingness of the Cave.

He lets her wander while he gets all the materials and tools they would need.

“Jason,” he hears Spoiler, “What the fuck is this?”

It’s Jason’s question exactly. But when he goes to her, it’s “How does she know his name?”, and when he arrives at her side and looks at the glass case she’s pointing at, it becomes more of “What the fuck is this.”

Because it’s his suit, and a golden plaque, reading “Jason Todd. Good Soldier”.

He touches the glass gently.

“That’s Batman being lying liar who lies,” he says. “I am no good, and I was never a soldier. And I’m not dead yet!”

He punches the glass. It doesn’t shutter but something in his fist probably cracks.

Spoiler hands him a cold pack from the infirmary.

“Nice to meet you, Jason,” she says. “My name is Stephanie Brown.”

6) Jason doesn’t go to Brentwood in the morning, obviously. Steph invites him to crash at hers. Her dad is not going to be home, she promises. Her mom won’t care.

She can’t skip the school herself though. So she goes - and, who would have thought, she’s that girl from the school office. So he didn’t really blow his cover, she recognized him already, his voice specifically, and his recounting of this sad, sad tale to someone who witnessed the half of it, just clinched it.

He feels a little better after realizing it, so he sleeps. And when he wakes up, he grabs the paper and does some sketches, and a rough sewing pattern. He can’t do a real thing yet without Steph’s input or measurements. It’s more of something to pass the time.

While he’s at it, he tries to design a suit for a young and not terribly tall or muscular man.

He never wants to put his uniform on again.

He tells Steph that when she comes back, showing her his work.

“So what, you think I do?” she asks, glaring at the Robin skirt.

“I don’t want the name to disappear,” he says. “And I want someone like Drake’s grabby hands all over it even less.”

Steph shares the sentiment even if she won’t tell him why.

They work the rest of the day and through the night, too. When it’s done, Jason feels, for the first time in a long, long while that he did something right.

Steph will make a good Robin.

On that note, Jason leaves her, promising to meet her this evening. He is going to meet Batman, now. Batman may be mad for what they stole, but he has something to answer for too. And Jason is going to milk that resemblance of a moral high ground for all its worth and more, if it helps to get B off their backs, especially Stephanie’s. She’s kinda an innocent bystander in all of this.

Or maybe he’s just

(he doesn’t finish the thought; that’s because an earthquake hit Gotham; a piece of debris hit Jason on the head; Jason dies, never actually allowing himself to think that maybe he and Bruce can talk, like normal people, that maybe Bruce, in his own way, cares; and maybe it’s better that way if you account for everything that transpires after he comes back)

#Jason Todd #Stephanie Brown #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Tim Drake #my fics #i wish we met before

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Lost son of catbat au where Danny learns who his bio parents are and freaks out. Batman was notoriously observant and would find him out in a heartbeat. Not to mention if it came to a custody battle he would win against the Fentons easily, or worse, someone would get overshadowed and the situation could get messy.

Batman might also seek ways to control or contain him which was terrifying. He spent his entire life feeling like he was in a cage, trapped by his adoptive parents. He didn't have many friends because his parents would scare people off with thier high tech weapons and neon jumpsuits and the ones that did stay...well they did more than look down the barrel of the sci-fi guns they touted, even if they were only covered in goo, getting shot at must be a traumatic experience. The rest of the time he felt like he was trying to creep across landmines without setting them off.

No one wanted his parents undivided attention not even thier children. That combined with the fact his house was mixed with a lab resulted in it being a giant cluster of Osha violations. Opening the fridge was dangerous long before the portal opened and the food inside it would come to life, this was because they often stored dangerous and volatile chemicals inside of it and something as small as the light bulb flicking on inside could cause something to explode.

Danny had never felt safe in his house. Tuckers place had always been his safe haven and his parents had practically raised him as thier own. Thank the Ancients for Mr and Mrs Foley. He didn't know where he would be without them. This, of course, changed after the accident. Now he didn't feel safe anywhere.

After six months with his powers he began making contingency plans for everything. His friends called him paranoid but were forced to eat thier words not even a three days later when one stopped a new ghost from taking over the city.

Danny had always been good at making plans when he actually had time to sit down and think things through. He was also excellent at sneaking around and stealing. Now he knew why.

He might not want anything to do with his parents but he very much wanted more siblings. Jazz was great but she helped raise him since she was a baby. She felt way more like a mom than a sister. Dani was self explanatory. It hurt him to know that his siblings didn't know about him-couldn't know about him.

That is, until Red Hood appeared on the scene. At this point Danny had given up on his human life and found he had so much more free time. Sure he was technically still going to school, but that was to fight ghosts, he didn't attend classes. He set up alliances with other ghosts in the zone to help defend his territory and now Amity Park had a thiving ghostly undercity that few of the living knew about.

Danny finally had time to himself, even though Sam hated it. She kept telling him it was wrong. This was a hot topic of debate between him, Sam and Tucker with the boys both against her. Sure, watching the people who took him in and -well, not raise him exactly but fed and clothed him for years- drive around the city desperatly calling his name did make him feel kinda crappy.

Red Hood gave him hope. He was estranged from Bruce but was still his brother. Jackpot! Plus he was older than him and a known killer, so he wasn't likely to tattle on him to the big bad bat about Danny making Vlad "disappear" a few months ago. Hood made people disappear all the time so who was he to judge anyway?

Still, he could admit just showing up unannounced in his apartment was kinda dangerous. There was no garentee Hood would shoot him, brother or not. I mean, he's been violent with Robin lately and no one knows why, and he's thier brother.

Just as he was about to talk himself out of this and go back to his own city he heard the tell tale click of a gun. Crap.

"So, who are you?" Hood asked, seemingly aloof even while being confronted with a stranger breaking into his home.

Danny nervously gestured to the cookies he had made for them, "If i tell you will you promise not to tell Batman?"

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #danny fenton #jason todd #red hood #this is fresh back to gatham red hood #crime lord with severed heads in a bag red hood #danny why #tw: guns #tw: blood #tw: murder #tw: death #to be fair this is two fandoms about death and violance #tw: child neglect