DP x DC prompt.
I'm getting in on this shit *cracks knuckles* I have a few different prompts I may post. Some may be all out story ideas.
This one is a mash-up of multiple prompts and fanfics I have read.
So basicly, the accident left Danny with a ton of issues, both mentally and physically. He stutters sometimes, has a few mobility issues, and sometimes he just aches so bad he can't get out of bed. That mixed with the slow heartbeat, shallow breathing, and pale skin of a halfa, he almost seems like one hella sick kid.
His secret gets revealed and instead of his parents hurting him they just tell him to leave and never come back (i love a good vivisection fic, but i personally like to imagine they can't bring themselves to do it). Danny kinda becomes homeless and lives in his car for a bit. He eventually (somehow) learns he is adopted and goes to find his birth parents.
His dad is... you guessed it! Bruce Wayne! He goes to confront him with multiple forms of evidence and Bruce just SHUTS DOWN. He rejects Danny (probably out of fear and regret for not being there for him, again this is based on multiple prompts). Danny, degected, goes back to live in his car. Unbeknownst to him though, the bat kids had been listening in and decided to make Danny part of their family one way or another. So they try everything to get him to stay in Gotham.
Eventually they start to notice the 'medical' issues, they learn of the accident, and see that his grades and attendence in school dropped. Naturally, as any bat clan member does, they connect the dots and think "holy shit, this kid is dying and he just wanted to know his birth family"
Now everyone is pissed at Bruce for rejecting him, Bruce feels worse and and hides away MORE, and Danny is wondering why his step siblings are suddenly far sweeter, but also more protective and worried about him.
The eventual emotional destruction when it comes out that they think he's dying.
In this situation, I'd personally think that they were just being nice because they didn't want to feel guilty when I die. I'd probably be so pissed off I'd just up and leave.
And then Danny telling them he's already dead/half-dead. That'd really fuck up Bruce and Dick with their Jason-died trauma.
God just the Emotional Damage learning the whole story would do to Bruce especially after having turned Danny way??? Like Danny holds no punches when he’s angy or hurt. Imagine him trying to connect with his Birth Father just to be rejected for what? Doesn’t matter!
Danny would be coming out of having been cut off by his adoptive parent(s) for being half dead and now this rich bitch Danny agonized for weeks over talking too rejects him as a son for being alive???? While he has like, what, three adopted kids, two fosters, and Danny’s little half brother????
Lord help, I'm on my bullshit
this is... long looong post whops
“Oh, alright, I get it. That’s fine. I’m so glad being unwanted, parents not wanting me, and billionaires being assholes are just rules of my existence.” Danny gathered the folder of papers he’d scraped together in his search for his biological father. He was still reeling from learning of the adoption. “At least my genetic mother is dead and moved on. Ancients know I don’t need a fourth person to tell me I've never been worth their time.”
“Danny I-“
“Fu-fucking save it. I said what I wanted to say, and you gave me your answer. I didn’t even come here expecting anything, and I’m still disappointed. Whatever, I’m gone. You can just forget I even showed up, I’m not interested in making a big deal of things, so you won’t have to worry about some P-PR scandal.” He fiddled with the folded square he’d written his contact information on. It was infuriating to see Wayne look so stricken, as if he’d been the one to reach out for some kind of acceptance only to be shoved back into the current of the river.
Danny scowled, turned on his heel and marched toward the door to leave. His stride faltered for a moment as he passed the elderly gentleman who’d first greeted him when he arrived for this meeting. (That he scheduled like someone with manners!) Alfred gave him a small nod and the briefest pat/squeeze to his shoulder he’d ever experienced.
It was filled with enough emotion that Danny nearly collapsed on the spot.
At least, it seemed, he had a grandfather.
After returning the nod with a tiny, hesitant smile, Danny continued walking as if he’d never broken stride. Three feet from the front door, he stopped, turning to the doorway just before the youngest of the household appeared. Damian, his search had said, was twelve and his half brother. Five year gap, which was three more than he shared with Jazz, and two more than Elle, who looked fourteen now.
“Tt, is that all? You’re going to leave after all that? Have you no spine? No Pride?” The kid scowling at him held himself like a warrior, Danny taking the time to note how stiff he was, equally aware of their surroundings and Danny himself. Interesting. Danny tilted his head slightly and smiled soft as he shrugged.
“I’ve learned the hard way more than once not to try and force myself into places I’m not wanted.” At five foot five, Danny wasn’t all that impressive in stature, his slightly baggy clothing concealing the toned, wiry muscle underneath. Damian was nearly eye level with him and bound to inherit Wayne's stature.
If Death hadn’t stunted him, would he have as well?
“H-here.” Danny held out the paper he’d been planning to give Wayne if this had gone even a little bit better. “Just because the old man doesn’t want anything to do with me doesn’t mean I don’t want a chance to know my little brother. We-we’ve got a younger sister too, Elle. She’d love to, she'd love to meet you. Especially if those calluses mean that, mean, you’re good with a sword.”
Damian startled, likely having not expected that response, and hesitantly accepted the folded paper. “I see, is, is she proficient in wielding katana or a different blade?” It was kind of cute how he was trying to look disinterested even as they spoke.
“We’re both pretty good with the Dozu, Kopis, Xiphos, and Katana. Oh, and, uh, and lightsabers but, that’s a secret.” He winked, pleased by the surprise on the kids face. What twelve-year-old boy didn’t like violence and skill? “My adopted ol-older sister is trained in using the bō staff and spear mostly. On too of being a ninth degree black belt.” He grinned a little more as the surprise turned to wonder and interest.
“I see. Perhaps I have… misjudged. I should like to meet them and maybe know you more as well. So that I may see exactly how foolish Father has been to turn you away.” Damian nodded and tucked the folded paper into his pocket.
“I’d like that. I wasn’t expecting a reason to stick around long, but I’ll stay in town a while. That contact inf-in-info is just for you, okay? You can share it with, uh, with Alfred too, but Wayne can suck it.” He added the last bit, knowing Bruce had started listening as Damian spoke. It was petty, but he was lucky Danny wasn’t being actively petty.
“Of course. Alfred and I shall guard this information fiercely. I-“ the preteen hesitated when Danny held out an arm, his other still holding the strap of his backpack. After a moment’s hesitation, he stepped into the offer of Danny’s one-armed hug. “You are cold.”
“It's just, just poor circulation.” Danny said easily, unaware of how Damian was taking the moment to enjoy the loose hug, but also taking note of Danny’s slow heartbeat. The way his lungs sounded odd as he breathed shallowly.
Damian found he rather enjoyed Danel’s type of hug. It had a similar comfort and safety he got from Richard’s, without the underlying feeling of being unable to flee at a moments notice. There was certainly more physical warmth with Grayson, but this one with Danel, Damian still felt fully in control of when to pull away. And when he held the older boy tighter, Danel simply tucked Damian’s head against his shoulder, and allowed Damian to hide in the curve of his neck.
Safe-Family-Loved
Damian pulled away, feeling both more at peace than before and also unsettled with more questions. Danny gave him another soft smile, and then he was gone. The heavy wooden door shutting gentle behind him.
“Damian?”
Damian turned to look at his Father, expression twisting into a scowl. “Why would you tell him you wanted nothing to do with him?”
“He’s a civilian, Damian. It’s better and safer for him if he weren’t involved with me. Ev-“
“So you would have returned me to mother if you did not know I was already trained? Both Todd and Drake were untrained civilians when you took them in. This is unacceptable, I must inform Grayson of your terrible Life Choices, so he may properly berate you.”
With that, Damian stormed off, taking his phone from his pocket as he retreated to his room. Leaving his stunned Father behind. Damian would relay the days' event to his oldest brother before taking time to parse how bizarre the encounter with his half-blood sibling was. He’d been very vocal that morning on how this was likely some trick. How the young man arriving was in all likelihood trying to extort the family.
Danel’s response had shocked the vitriol from his body before he’d really been able to let it loose on him. There was something old about those clear, bright azure eyes, as though the resignation Rejection was a companion he carried and could not set down. Damian also hadn’t missed how similar the moment had been, reminding him of the many times Drake, Timothy, had offered an Olive Branch in place of the dagger Damian always expected.
He would not hurt another brother that way. He could learn from his mistakes, perhaps even be able to use this to bridge the ravine he’d dug between himself and Timothy.
Danel had mentioned a younger sister. Was she also older than him? Were they twins? Why hadn’t she been mentioned to Father? He wanted to know, and so would the rest of his family. None of them would be happy, he's certain. Especially so when he reported the shallow, rattled breathing, slow heartbeat, pale complexion, low body temperature or 'poor circulation' he displayed.
There was also the way he seemed to favor his left side more, the odd way he stammered his words as though they tumbled over his tongue and sometimes fell apart or got lost, so he said them twice.
Well, If Father wouldn't welcome Danel Nightingale into the family, then they would.
(Safe-Family-Loved)
Later that evening, a half hour before Dick would arrive at the Manor with several siblings in tow, Damian would look at the folded paper. Under the Phone Number and Email was a series of runes in a configuration within a simple series of straight lines and a circle.
You can use this by writing it on a piece of paper. You'll need a silver chalice and fill it with water. (just a fancy cup, or bowl or a desperately dug hole in the ground. If it holds water, it'll work. Clean/clear water works best Salt or Fresh, Seawater works better for some reason.)
You also need a coin. Quarters work for a good connection, but if you want incredible 4G reception, then a gold dollar coin is your best bet. Submerge the sigil in the water, and you'll need to use a drop of blood from someone I trust so, like, you, if I gave you this note personally.
Look, I did try to talk them out of that part, but the service provider wouldn't budge, so sorry. And it's not unlike testing your blood sugar. So whatever. I also don't like doing it, but this is meant as an emergency contact thing. No matter where you are, it'll connect to me and I can find you.
I will always answer family. I will always be there if you call me.
Damian read over the note twice more and hummed. It seemed Father had judged the book by its cover, as Todd would say. There was clearly more to Danel than he showed on the surface. The weapons training had been clue enough, but magic?
A chill ran down his spine as he wondered just what had pushed his half brother to seek their Father out. If he was in danger, then it was Damian's duty to assist him. He carefully folded the paper back up and into his pocket. Assured it was safely in place, Damian left his room to go and greet Richard and whomever else arrived for their intel session.
And if he recorded Richard tearing into Bruce for how he'd handled the situation as a gift for his newest siblings? Well, no one would call him out on it.
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MORE WORDS. World building I normally hide in tags below
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I didn't ask for this, but, you can pry Danel as Danny's first name in dpxdc stories from my cold dead hands. If I'm writing, just assume Danny is the reincarnation of the Kryptonian God and when his birth certificate was made they forgot the i and never noticed or changed it. Accidentally naming him after himself, woo! Does anyone have a source on if there is a specific way Kryptonian names work? Or the language. fanon or canon idc.
Anyway, Danny is 17! Tim is also 17, Damian is 12. Elle is 14 and Jazz is 19 and in college! Danny just portals over for meals sometimes. He also destroyed his parents portal and Lab as soon as he was powerful enough to contain the Ectoplasm Blast that would have taken out all of Amity Park if he'd destroyed the machine earlier.
Tucker has a digital copy of their 'research' on a deeply encrypted flash drive, and wiped all the Fenton data from hard drives and the cloud. They did a lot of damage after Danny was 'disowned'.
Guilt is the only reason Maddie hasn't retaliated and took the RV in the divorce, and now travels the states doing field studies and trying to reconcile her bias with all the things her children have tried to tell her about 'Ghosts' previously. (Maddie has shot Vlad in the face on sight, no hesitation, roughly seven times since she and Jack agreed to separate.)
Jack remains in Amity Park and works with Jazz and Tucker to make amends because while Maddie wants nothing to do with the 'Monster' that replaced their son, Jack wants to understand and actually does believe that Danny is Danny. Jack had his suspicions about Vlad, but until now they were never confirmed (He's horrified to learn of all the shit Vlad's done. Elle received a warm (sobbing) welcome and visits semi-frequently)
I feel like this is the result of Danny just blurting it out like ripping off a band-aid during summer break at the end of Junior Year. He explained about the portal and showed his powers, and at the end he just grit his teeth and transformed. Jack sat at the table with his head in his hands, reeling from what this implied and meant and reevaluating every interaction he's had with both Phantom and Danny and the things he said to his boy. Oh God.
Maddie reacted first. Anger, Disbelief, Confusion, Revulsion. A lot of the same emotions as Jack, but instead of collapsing inward, Maddie's initial response was to lash out. She stood, chair falling over from the speed of it, shot at Danny (Missed on purpose?) and told him to get out. Just Get Out. He could take whatever he needed from Danny's room, but she never wanted to see him in Amity Park ever again. 'But mom I'm still-' 'My son is dead, don't mock me Phantom. You've done enough harm. Get out before I hand you over to the government.' and how terrible is it that knowing Maddie obviously wouldn't be able to bring herself to experiment on him personally was a relief enough to save his core from cracking where he stood?
When Jack comes out of his shock, he's Furious that Maddie forced Danny out of the house. That she threatened him into leaving. (At least Danny took his car with him, they built the additions and upgrades together, so at least he knows his boy will be safe as long as he has it.) This caused the rift between him and Maddie and led to a LOT of Chistmas worthy fights about 'If that was Danny or just some horrible imitation they were living with for three, almost four years, Oh God how did they never realize. That whole time with the first ghost, how could they be so blind.'
Jack doesn't understand how Maddie would rather believe Danny is 100% just gone and replaced with something. Maddie can't stand the idea that their work has hurt her baby boy so badly that it's not only damaged his health but fundamentally changed him on a genetic and molecular level. It's easier to accept she killed him through negligence and her punishment is living with this... thing... this other pretending to be her Danny the whole time.
So uh yeah they're going through it and did the divorce. Alicia is livid to find she actually sides with Jack on this, like Maddie wtf.
Danny doesn't know if he is or will ever be ready to forgive Jack for all the stuff he's been put through and over a difficult teary phone call Jack had apologized and told Danny to take his time, and it was okay if he couldn't forgive him for the things he did, said, and made. The call ended with 'I love you, son.' 'I love you too, dad.' and they haven't spoken since.
Feelings are complicated, and while Danny's Loyalty is Ride or Die and easy to earn initially; it's not so easily earned back once he's been hurt.
This is post the Lost in Time BS. It's been, like, six months since Bruce came back from his journey of being turned into a Ticking Time Bomb. He's a little overwhelmed still and shaken by the bullshit he saw during that time. He was still an asshole, and it's gonna take a LOT for him to fix things with Danny. Especially since Danny isn't going to let him get away with the few things Tim does. Which means he's gonna Force Bruce To Use His Words, or He'll Leave!
Danny is Ghost Prince in this! He does diplomatic stuff, slowly healing the damage left behind by Pariah Dark, but since Dark is still basically around, Danny just has Political power but not Full Rule over the Realms. He can't make or destroy Laws, but he can enforce current ones or choose to ignore them if he finds them out Of Date or Unfair. He can't Declare War, but he can Command The Army if someone ELSE Declares War.
So all the shenanigans in the Living Realm happen and the Batfam think Danny is just a Little Guy who's a lot less Rough and Brash than Constantine but also is just as good. Batman doesn't like it, it puts Danny in danger, and also stop dabbling in Magic. (For some Crack fun add in magic bs "Tim please I'm begging you not to configure Magic Remote Detonators. Why is it always Explosions with you children, Tim, Tim what do you mean your new internet friend is a Technomancer Tim stop. Richard John Grayson, you will stop using unpredictable magic to fake fly. Jason, please stop trying to teach Danny how to shoot g- what do you mean he's already practically as good as Deadshot!?!? ... No, the subtitle font is very nice and legible, No I won't tell you to stop using it." Heavy sigh.)
Bruce wonders if this would have been easier to contain if he hadn't had time to think about what to say to Danny when he arrived.
Bruce's first instinct would have been to hug his New Son and maybe Cry a little because he's so old and only a Year from being a Legal adult and only four from being a Fully Legal Adult. Jesus Christ.
But Danny fuckin, booked an appointment to meet with and talk to Bruce as if Bruce is some kind of rich business guy with like a social life and shit, so he's respectful of Bruce's time or something!? Why not just drop into my life like all my other children!?
So B had time to think and roll over scenarios and make tentative contingencies, and convinced himself it was for the best that Danny NOT be involved with them. He'd offer Danny some money (Allowance) but wouldn't formally adopt or announce him, and Danny 100% took that at face value as being swept under the rug.
Edit: Danny Reveals his secret to Damian, Jason, and Cass.
His secret is revealed to the Whole Batfam when some cultists actually manage to pull the Shut Up Take A Nap Coffin from the Zone and Free Pariah Dark.
This results in Danny having to go head-to-head with him, sans ecto suit, and ends with Danny Ending Pariah and fully ascending to the Ghostly Throne.
Part two mofos!
the fck do i even call this au, story name pending
Jolting to awareness, Danny took a few moments to remember where he was. After leaving Wayne Manor, he'd driven around to just get a feel of Gotham. Mostly, he'd gotten a feel for how pissy he'd be too if he had anywhere to really be with traffic.
Not all that different from any other big city he'd been too.
Nearing night, he'd found a shitty little street that was still nice enough to pretend he wouldn't be carjacked the second he let his eyes close. He'd taken no chances' oh that or being hassled by the local PD and engaged the cars camouflage programming. Making it look way more beat up and run down than it really was. A few dings and a lot of rust spots went a long way into keeping people from trying his shit.
Tucked away in the corner of a lot, Danny had settled into the backseat to sleep.
So who the fuck was knocking on his window at one am?
His hand had only just wrapped around his plausible deniability creep stick when he saw the familiar face of Johnny thirteen. Letting out a snort, he rolled down the window and leaned out.
"Fuck you do-doin' out here? Didn't think, think that, Gotham would let any of y-y-you guys in."
"Nah, Gotham always welcomes her own kid. Kitty and I can come home anytime we want. Question is, the hell are you doin' out here? Good place to get got you know. If not a rogue or some gang, the bats fer sure."
Danny took the offered smoke and slid out through the window. While ghost weed wasn't medically approved for his use by Frostbite, it did enough to dull the aches and sharp pains that wracked his joints most days. His weird ass biology negated the buzz that was supposed to come with it.
Fine by Danny at least, it was the most effective painkiller he'd found yet. At least that didn't knock him on his ass for a day or so.
"You know how, f-fuck you know, I spent the last, uh t-three, three years avoiding Vlad's 'become m-my son' shit?" Johnny nodded, lighting a new joint because he wasn't getting the first one back. "Turns out I'm whole ass, ass, adopted and W-Wayne's my pat-paternal donor."
Like the little shit he was, Danny had waited for Johnny to inhale before dropping the detail. The ghost choked on his 'lungful' enough, Danny had to reach over and thump his back with a cackle.
"What the fuck, kid? Are you serious?!" At the confirming nod, Johnny shook his head. "Hell are you doin' out here so god-damn close to the Bowery then? Chicken out or some shit?"
"Nah, turns out-t I'm th-three for four on shit p-parents." At the raised eyebrow Danny rolled a shoulder. "My mater-ernal donor died about six, six?, six weeks after I turned thirteen. Moved on-on."
"Damn, not one of us then?" Danny shook his head. He'd checked as soon as he found out. Julia had moved on after death, and he hoped her next life was better. "Didn't think Wayne had it in him to turn away a kid. What with that fuckin' army of his."
"Probably too-too old to make a good ch-ch-charity case. I'm eighteen in, like, in like, six months. He didn't, fuck he -he didn't even ask to do a paternity test, just s-said it probably isn't a g-good idea at this time to take me in and off-offered me a fucking stip-stipend."
Johnny cringed at that and shook his head. Wayne wasn't obligated to get all emotional or take him in, Danny knew that. But it was being blown off so readily, that itched at him. Yeah, paperwork could be forged. He and his Team knew that better than anyone at this point.
Tucker had altered his records to show Danel James Fenton had died on his fourteenth birthday (the day of his accident); then sealed the records and created new ones nearly identical under Danel Janus Nightingale.
As if the guy had preferred to just pay him off, sweep him under the rug, rather than confirm anything.
"That's rough buddy."
Danny crushed the end of his Ghost Joint and dropped the rest into the open window of his still camouflaged car. That done, he did the only reasonable thing that could be expected in response to Johnny's sass and sympathy.
He decked him.
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Robin had ditched his patrol route early. He could rely on Red Robin to cover the last of it, so it was hardly a problem. Even if the older boy hadn't agreed to do so, Robin would still have changed course.
The tracker he'd placed on his half brothers' vehicle hadn't moved in hours. The location nowhere near a hotel, hostel, or any of the shelters.
He would need to do something if it turned out the elder was sleeping in his vehicle.
It added further questions to an already uncomfortably long list. Was he newly homeless? Had he run from a foster home? How far had he had to go to reach Gotham?
Most importantly, why was his identification shared with a supposedly dead boy? Popular opinion placed him in Witness Protection, but there were no other supporting factors. It didn't help that getting information about or from Amity Park was giving even Oracle a migraine.
Robin came to a stop on the rooftop overlooking a small, overgrown parking lot. The only vehicles in sight were a motorcycle and a similar car to the one he was looking for.
However, this one looked far older and much less cared for.
The man on the motorcycle felt off somehow, even while looking fairly normal. Blonde, typical black clothing with a white undershirt, the green skull around his neck gave off an eerie glow when caught in the flickering streetlight. The accent of his belt and boots were the came lurid green.
The most noticeable detail of his motorcycle was the similarly colored number Thirteen within a black circle on the back and both sides on the front of the chassis.
There was no sign of the deep gray and white Mini Cooper his half brother had driven away in.
Then Robin watched as the man knocked on the back window. He was only mildly surprised by the dark head of hair that appeared from thin air.
"Oracle, can you see the parking lot at my location? Corner of Thorn st and Cross rd." He waited, listening to the conversation taking place. That was Danel's voice...
[Fuck you do-doin' out here? Didn't think, think that, Gotham would let any of y-y-you guys in.
"Nah, Gotham always welcomes her own kid. Kitty and I can come home anytime we want. Question is, the hell are you doin' out here? Good place to get got you know. If not a rogue or some gang, the bats fer sure."]
Danny pulled himself out of what must have been one of the cars open windows to lean on the other man's motorcycle. Damian pulled an expression of his displeasure while Danny began smoking something. Hardly ideal, something to ask about later.
'Sorry, Robin, I'm not getting any usable video from that area. All the cameras seem to be on the fritz.'
Even less ideal. "I have located Danel, and he is currently speaking to someone, if not for the tracker I personally placed being active I would suspect he had switched to a new car."
'Oh?'
"Yes, it is still the same model, however it looks far worse for wear. I am sending you a picture now." He pressed the small button along the upper left edge of his domino, the captured image being sent directly to the Cave computer and Oracle.
["You know how, f-fuck you know, I spent the last, uh t-three, three years avoiding Vlad's 'become m-my son' shit? Turns out I'm whole ass, ass, adopted and W-Wayne's my pat-paternal donor."
"What the fuck, kid? Are you serious? Hell are you doin' out here so god-damn close to the Bowery then? Chicken out or some shit?"
"Nah, turns out-t I'm th-three for four on shit p-parents. My mater-ernal donor died about six, six?, six weeks after I turned thirteen. Moved on-on." ]
Interesting. He wouldn't personally consider such a description for their Father. He would however agree he did not give the best first impression with his actions.
'I don't know what kind of interference this guy is running, but it's good. The picture if blurred, but I was able to clean it up some. Running facial recognition now.' Robin was quiet, Oracle speaking up again, as he expected.
'I see what you mean about his car. RR would lose his mind for that kind of tech.'
"Perhaps we can convince him to share once he trusts us." Robin mused, surprised to find the idea of Danel meeting and getting along with the rest of the family didn't irritate him as he expected.
["Damn, not one of us then? Didn't think Wayne had it in him to turn away a kid. What with that fuckin' army of his."
"Probably too-too old to make a good ch-ch-charity case. I'm eighteen in, like, in like, six months. He didn't, fuck he -he didn't even ask to do a paternity test, just s-said it probably isn't a g-good idea at this time to take me in and off-offered me a fucking stip-stipend."
"That's rough buddy."]
Not one of us? What did that mean?
There wasn't any time to focus on that detail before the two men were fighting. Danel threw the first punch and Robin scrambled to determine what started the fight.
The conversation had been simple, relaxed, neither of them tense or indicating in some way that they thought the other a threat. Had the bikers last comment offended his brother? Danel did look particularly angry or aggressive.
In fact, the more Robin watched, the more it looked like a friendly spar. Despite the clear signs that neither was pulling their punches; the banter and short barked laughter indicated both men were enjoying themselves.
Danel was fairly competent. There was no real structure to his movements, clearly self-taught except when he used the martial arts his adoptive mother must have taught him. Just as he was relaxing and settling in to observe further, a shadow passed nearby and settled on the ground nearby, effectively stopping the fight.
"Oh shit, it's the bat. You're on your own, kid."
"Johnny, you-you fuck, get back here!" Danel shouted after 'Johnny.' There wasn't any real heat to the words, more amusement if Robin was discerning his tone. Johnny flipped him off instead before speeding off and vanishing around a corner. "Ass."
Robin watched the way Danel deflated, exhaustion seeping back into him now that the action was over. Turning and gesturing in a clear 'What the fuck?' way. As if he wasn't facing down The Bat, a terrifying urban legend.
"Oracle. What is Father doing?"
'Your guess is as good as mine.'
Scowling, Robin dropped to join them, if for no other reason than to mitigate whatever harm his Father was about to do before they could properly make up for his first error.
