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He jumps headfirst into romantic relationships often, and is quick to return the moment someone he previously dated implied they might be interested in a rerun. He meets a pretty lady that is fully capable of kicking his ass and suddenly his heart beats for her. Just as easily, he will fall for the next man that he finds his empathy reaching a little too far for.
It’s even easier with kids. He holds a baby, waiting for the baby’s parents to return from being checked over by medics, and he’s imagining them growing up, decorating their nursery in his mind, picking out colleges that’ll more suit different interests - if the baby wants to be a lawyer, then this school would be better; if a little artist in the making, then this other school is the best of the best. And it all goes through his head in the ten minutes that the parents are held up for. He saves a toddler from a burning building, and sees himself taking the kid for walks and building Legos with them. He finds a teenager in trouble, and he’s already imagining helping them with their homework.
Usually, it doesn’t go anywhere. He brings the kid somewhere safe, usually reuniting them with their parents, and then mopes about the loss of that potential future for a few days before it leaves his mind again.
But sometimes, sometimes, a child sticks in his mind. Dick was the first of those children, quickly brought into his custody but not quick enough.
Next was Tim, a bright little child that Bruce noticed before he’d ever adopted Jason. Tim was the first child Bruce had to learn restraint for, telling himself that he couldn’t monitor this little kid who looked at Bruce like he hung the stars in the sky. Still, he couldn’t help but to keep an eye on the little Drake during galas and gatherings. Tim was Bruce’s son before he was ever Robin, no matter what Bruce had said and done in his grief.
Jason was very quickly adopted, Bruce hadn’t even needed to use his hard won restraint for that one. The moment he’d seen those defiant blue eyes glaring at him in the darkness, he’d emotionally adopted the boy. Mentally adopted him shortly after, with the adoption papers filled out and turned in quickly after.
The only child Bruce would find himself counting when doing roll call only to be disappointed had barely been in Bruce’s presence for five minutes. The little boy Bruce found himself thinking often of, wondering how he was growing up, whether he was going to see the stars as an adult like he’d claimed, hoping Bruce might even see the little boy applying for Wayne Enterprise’s Aerospace division. Danny Fenton was a child that crossed Bruce’s mind often despite not being, on paper or by blood, Bruce’s child.
But to Bruce’s heart and mind? Danny should’ve grown up with him.
“Daddy!” Bruce looked down as a small weight hit his leg, stunned to see a small child there. “Look! Shtarsh!” A small lisp, as the child turned a gap-toothed grin up at Bruce. Bruce followed the little boy’s pointing finger, noting that there was indeed a display of stars, the infographics claiming a better way to fuel rockets was such-and-such method over the common-
Wait, had this child called him-?
“It sure is, bud,” Bruce agreed, kneeling down to be closer to even height with this… four-year-old? “But what are you doing over here by yourself?”
“Mommy d’ere,” the little boy pointed towards a woman in a teal… hazmat suit(?), focused intently on the display in front of her. In her hands was a leash that led down to an abandoned backpack.
Bruce’s face twitched at the fact that she hadn’t even noticed, and he didn’t know how long the child had been free of the backpack. Long enough for it to look like it’d been dragged from a different exhibit.
Bruce looked back at the little escape artist, “May I pick you up, chum?” The little boy’s eyes brightened, excited.
“Rocket!” He bounced a little on his toes, hands held up excitedly.
Bruce was disappointed, himself, that he had no clue what this boy was asking for, “Not right now, but maybe later.” Bruce was quick to tack on the last part as the boy deflated. Propping the little boy on his hip, he made his way over to ‘mommy.’ “Excuse me, ma’am- ma’am?” It took several calls, and even waving his hand in her eyesight, to get the woman’s attention - and Bruce’s displeasure with the woman steadily increased the longer it took. “You appear to have misplaced a budding astronaut.”
She barely even glanced at the little boy before negating his statement, “no I didn’t, he’s right-“ finally, she noticed the childless backpack, her head snapping back to Bruce, “Daniel James Fenton! I told you to stop taking your backpack off!”
“But- but shtarsh, mommy!” The little boy indignantly argued back with the woman, and Bruce had to quickly school his face to not smile at Daniel’s attitude.
“That doesn’t mean you can wander off, Danny,” the woman huffed, before reaching out to steal- retrieve her son from Bruce. “Thank you, sir.”
Throughout the rest of the convention, Bruce caught glimpses of the bright-eyed little boy with his mother and father, who was a man that Bruce could feasibly understand the young child confusing Bruce for… if he weren’t wearing an eye-piercing orange hazmat suit, and Bruce a tailored three-piece.
When it became clear that Bruce’s attachment to the little boy didn’t fade with time and distance the way it normally did, he allowed himself just one day in a year where he would indulge, letting himself use the resources available to him to check on the little boy. Last Bruce had seen, little Danny, who had just turned 14, - only a couple years older than Damian now that he thinks about it - was doing well in school and was on his way to becoming an astronaut.
So why…?
Why was his little boy standing before Batman in dirty, ripped up, bloody clothes and an unnatural green light in his otherwise dull eyes?
All the Lazarus pits have dried up and in their place strange flower bushes have sprouted from the cracks in the earth. These black stemmed flowers appeared to have toxic pollen and petals, as all league member who were in charge of regularly guarding the pits felt faint and nauseous in their presence, Ra's Al Ghul upon coming to inspect the pits in person collapsed!
Upon hearing about the Lazarus pits, someone decides to remove them entirely in a way that will prevent them from returning. They throw blood blossom seeds into the pits and the sprouting flowers dissipate the ectoplasm runoff and work as a deterrent to prevent ecto-enhanced humans from uprooting them and allowing the ectoplasm leaks to flow again.
Jason had just arrived back into Gotham after he left the League of Assassins. He's ready to start his plans to get revenge on Bruce.
And then he hears a baby crying in an alleyway in Crime Alley. He initially went to the alleyway to bring the baby to a place that would take care of them. But as soon as he set eyes on the baby in the partially closed box in the alleyway, something in him had slightly changed.
At first, Jason kept the baby in his most secure safe house, not trusting anyone. Even his own loyal lieutenants weren't trusted enough to look after the baby boy he found in that alleyway.
Time went on, and the Red Hood gang was growing, but Red Hood himself wasn't as violent as when he first arrived. He even rethought his plan to attack Robin in Titans Tower and decided against it.
Now, Jason is on top of the GCPD building, waiting by the lit bat signal for Batman to come, as he's about to reveal not only his identity to Bruce, but that Bruce is a grandfather now.
Elsewhere, the Ghost of Time watches his reborn King live another life. His King had lost everything, and to prevent the collapse of the Timelines, his King had to be reborn, but this time, the Ghost of Time would alter the fates of others as well by placing his King near Red Hoods beginning years as a crime lord.
Mercy had been his King's decree. A second chance for one who had suffered and caused suffering in turn. Clockwork had Seen and would see it done. And if he just so happened to pick the timeline that would benefit most from the calamity turned infant he now gently tucked a blanket around, that was simply efficiency on his part.
Jason was struggling to zip up his overstuffed duffle bag, a headless corpse cooling at his feet, when he heard it. The unmistakable wail of an unhappy child split the otherwise silent night air like a siren. Considering Jason was currently alone in a dockside warehouse at four o'clock in the morning, the sound was as out of place as a bat in the ocean.
It put Jason immediately on edge, his hand on his gun as he looked around for the source; not wary of the crying child so much as their caretaker. His search brought him to the grungy, frigid alley behind the warehouse and a singularly baffling sight.
There was a baby in a box.
Perhaps a year old, face screwed up beneath dark locks, their little arms struggling valiantly against the blanket they'd been wrapped in. Jason scanned his surroundings, but the alley remained steadfastly empty save for its single noisy occupant. Considering Jason had chosen this spot in particular for his recent activities because it was one of the most deserted parts of Gotham he could find, the situation became nauseatingly clear; someone had abandoned this baby to die alone in the cold.
Jason's body moved without conscious thought. No sooner had he reached his conclusion, the baby was up and in his arms, their icy face pressed against Jason's neck, instinctively seeking the warmth. Jason found himself crooning soothing nonsense as he rubbed his gloved hands over the baby's back, trying to warm them up as much as he could. The wailing tapered off to miserable whimpers.
Now Jason was standing in an alley holding a baby. No parents in sight, not that Jason would actually give them back the baby they abandoned to die. There were a handful of institutions Jason could drop them off at, but knowing what he did about Gotham's abysmal foster care system made him hesitant.
A tiny hand fisted in the collar of his shirt. He looked down at the baby in his arms, their tiny face screwed up and red from crying, the name Dante stitched along the edge of the blanket that had been the only thing between him and the freezing night air for who knows how long. Jason decided to put the long-term on the back burner and focus on making sure the poor kid actually survived his bout of exposure.
The first aid kit in his car had a triangle bandage that made a serviceable baby sling, allowing him to strap the kid to his chest and leave his hands free. He ended up removing his chest armour and half closing his jacket over the sling to provide as much warmth as possible.
His first stop was the nearest 24 hour convenience store. To the clerk's credit, her response to the heavily armed, helmeted man buying formula and diapers for the baby strapped to his chest at 4am was to blink and then ask if he wanted baby bottles too.
Jason made it all the way back to his safehouse and had the baby boy freshly diapered and suckling away at some formula before he remembered he'd left his duffle bag full of heads back at the warehouse.
"Fuck." He glared softly down at the bundle in his arms. Dante stared back with guileless blue eyes. "Do you have any idea how many of my plans you just torpedoed, you little shit?"
Dante just continued to suckle away obliviously. Jason could feel his scowl melting away into a soft smile.
"You're lucky you're adorable."
In the scramble to both get together more than the barest essentials for a baby and rearrange all his grand plans now that the dramatic duffle bag revel was off the table, Jason would claim that he simply hadn't had the time to find a suitable long-term home for Dante. The truth was that whenever the thought crossed his mind to make such a plan, the idea of handing the kid over filled him with such visceral upset that he immediately found something to do to take his mind off it.
Without his grand entrance onto Gotham's criminal stage, Jason decided to go a more subtle route. He used the rumour mill to his advantage, so it was supposed but never proven that Red Hood was responsible for the heads found by the GCPD. He was less showy and more shadowy than previously planned, making problems disappear but allowing whispers of his involvement to permeate.
It was enough to build up the reputation he wanted, but also painted less of a target on his back, which eased some of his worries over Dante. Before he'd found and strenuously vetted some trustworthy babysitters, he'd had no choice but to bring the kid along on a handful of meetings. Nothing too dangerous, just meetings with potential recruits or informants, but more people than he'd like now knew that the up and coming crime lord had a baby in his care.
Bizarrely, showing up to meet recruits with a baby babbling in his arms actually seemed to help his recruitment drive. Crime Alley had seen plenty of thugs come along trying to carve up a slice of the pie for themselves through violence and intimidation, but baby Dante's presence painted Red Hood as a father willing to do whatever it took to make the Alley better for his kid. It gave him an understandable motive for both his altruism and his violent response to any threat to the Alley. It made him a more trustworthy employer than most of the other less than legal options, and as a result, quite a few people were willing to jump ship to join him.
He may have lost some intimidation points against the big players, but he had the Alley's trust, and that was worth more in the long run. His overall plans and goals still remained the same, were still achievable, even if he'd had to adjust his methods.
Well, until the moment Jason finally realized he'd stumbled his way into fatherhood, and all the consequences that came with it.
It happened on one inauspicious Tuesday evening as Jason put Dante down to bed.
"Night-night, Dan-dan," he murmured, pressing a kiss into his sleeping baby's soft hair, "'love you, kiddo."
The words slipped out thoughtlessly, and Jason couldn't deny that they were one hundred percent true. He went through the rest of the routine mechanically, tucking in the blankets and checking the baby monitor was functional before leaving the room in a haze and planting himself on the couch before his knees gave out.
"I'm a fucking dad."
Jason had a baby. He was barely out of childhood himself and he had a baby, a tiny human that was entirely reliant on him and so achingly vulnerable.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Jason had a baby and he'd been planning on kicking a Black Mask-shaped hornet's nest until the Joker fell out. What the fuck was wrong with him? All it would take was the littlest thing to go wrong and Black Mask would be gunning for him and his baby, potentially with his worst fucking nightmare in tow. Jason wanted to smack himself for being so stupid, for almost putting Dante in that kind of danger.
The very idea of the Joker existing anywhere near Dante made Jason almost blind with rage. In that moment, the shattered pieces of all his plans rearranged in his mind into a crystal clear picture and he knew what he had to do.
Batman might not be willing to kill for his son, but Red Hood sure as fuck was.
Of all the things Tim might have imagined happening when he eventually ran into the illusive Red Hood, being handed a toddler wasn't one of them.
"Protect him with your life, Replacement!"
Because of course the gang Tim had been tracking had decided to try and ambush Red Hood. And of course Hood happened to have his kid on him when they jumped him. So of course Tim dived in without hesitation, not willing to risk the kid getting hurt. Only for his efforts to be immediately hindered by Hood shoving the kid into Tim's arms so his own were free to take down his attackers with extreme prejudice.
"Wahbah!" Was shrieked gleefully into his ear, sticky little fingers doing their best to try and grab his domino as Tim moved the kid to one arm so he could wield his Bo staff one handed. He backed away from the fight until he could safely trade his staff for his grapple and zipped up to the nearest roof, a toddler's giddy giggles in his ear the whole way up.
"Fwy! Fwy!" the little tyke demanded excitedly once they were safely on the roof, a big grin on his adorable face.
"Sorry, Baby Hood, pretty sure your dad'd kill me if I swung off with you."
Tim peered over the side of the roof as he answered. Hood had already swiftly disarmed all of his assailants when the ambush started, but with his kid out of the firing line he was really letting loose. Tim put a hand over the kid's eyes, much to his annoyance, and stepped back from the edge. Kid didn't need to see that, and Tim wasn't particularly inclined to argue for mercy for the kind of people who'd threaten a kid to get at their parent.
"Wahbin." Baby Hood's little hands were now digging into the R emblem on Tim's chest, trying to pry it off for a closer look.
"That's right, I'm Robin." Tim couldn't help but smile down at the kid. He really was too cute, with his big blue eyes, tousled black hair and chubby cheeks, all wrapped up warm in a tiny red hoodie.
"Wahbin fwy?" The kid asked again hopefully, making Tim chuckle.
"Sorry Baby Hood, this Robin is grounded 'til your dad is done down there. You, on the other hand…"
Tim gripped the kid tight, held him a little out from his body and spun in a quick circle. He was rewarded with a squeal of delight. At the kid's insistence, he kept spinning, giggling along with his young charge.
"He's gonna puke if you keep that up."
Tim stubbornly tamped down on the startle reflex the unexpected voice invoked. Baby Hood wasn't pleased that he'd stopped spinning, but Tim refused to shift his focus back to his charge no matter his pouting and whining.
Red Hood was something of an unknown. He was a crime lord, yet his ultimate goals seemed largely altruistic, if mostly focused on Crime Alley. His file in the batcomputer essentially stated he was considered the lesser of two evils and only to be engaged if he posed an active threat. That said, the file itself was sparse beyond his gang's activities; very little was actually known about him, and even Baby Hood's existence had just been a rumour until Tim had seen him with his own eyes.
"You gonna give him back, Replacement?" The tone was going for light, but Tim could hear the threat beneath it plain as day.
"I dunno, he's pretty cute," he replied, booping the kid on the nose to make him giggle, "we could put him in a tiny Robin outfit and make him our masco-"
"Over my dead body!"
Tim was taken back by the vehemence in Hood's response and he hastily handed the kid back when it looked like Hood was about to snatch him back regardless. Baby Hood seemed entirely unaware of the tension, just happily snuggling up to his dad.
"I was just kidding!" he assured him, hands out like he was calming a wild animal, "I'd never actually, like, steal your kid."
"Threaten him again and I'll make what happened to the last Robin look like mercy."
Tim bristled a little at that. Jason and his fate were something of a touchy subject amongst the Gotham vigilantes and to hear it referred to so flippantly felt like a slap in the face. Tim might not have known the guy personally, but he'd spent the last two years trying to live up to his legacy.
"I get that you're pissed," he snapped back, "but don't joke about what happened to Robin. He died trying to protect people and he deserves a little respect."
Red Hood went very still.
"Respect? Is that what you call putting on a dead kid's uniform before he's even cold?"
Tim scowled.
"I call it trying to honour his legacy, actually," he answered firmly, "but respect works too."
Hood seemed somewhat taken back by his answer.
"You think that's really worth risking your life?"
The question sounded honestly curious, though it was hard to tell with Hood's entire face obscured. Tim wasn't quite sure how he'd gotten from protecting a kid to defending his decision to take up vigilantism. There were a lot of reasons, most of them intertwined, and none of which he owed to this random gang leader.
"Gotham is worth it," Tim decided on, chin lifted, daring Hood to judge him.
Hood shook his head sadly. "And they say you're the smart one. Word of advice? Get out while you can. You are too young and too smart to die as just another soldier in Batman's war. Sooner or later, someone's gonna come along and clip your wings."
Tim scoffed. "I don't do this for Batman. This is my home, Hood. You, of all people, should know that in Gotham, I'm in just as much danger out of this suit as I am in it. So if I can do something to make it better, I will. Baby Hood and all the other kids in this city deserve for someone to at least try. It's what Batman does, it's what Robin did, it's what I'm gonna do and none of your ominous warnings are gonna stop me."
Silence followed Tim's rebuttal, broken only by soft baby babble from Baby Hood. If Tim had to guess, Red Hood seemed pensive. Or maybe he just hoped that Hood was actually listening to what he had to say.
"...did you just call my kid Baby Hood?"
"I don't know his name! You didn't exactly stop for introductions when you threw him at me!"
A sound Tim assumed was a chuckle crackled through Hood's helmet. He pulled up the hood on Baby Hood's hoodie, only for the toddler to shout 'no!' and yank it back down with an adorable scowl.
"Yeah, I don't think that's gonna stick." He looked back at Tim. "You're stubborn, Replacement, I'll give you that. I appreciate you watching the kid, but stay the fuck out of Crime Alley-"
"Language."
"-from now on. You wanna throw yourself to the lions, fine, but not on my turf."
Tim frowned. "But what if I have a case that brings me here?"
"Then you don't have a case. Look, cape or not, you're a kid, and on my turf, no one fucks with kids. You start sticking your nose around the Alley, people are gonna retaliate, and then I'm gonna have to hand out a buncha' bullets. You want those lives on your head?"
"What? That's fucked up to put that on me!"
"Then stay out of Crime Alley. This is your one warning." Apparently done with Tim, Red Hood turned and approached the edge of the roof. "Oh, and if you try and track us? I'll clip your wings myself."
With that, he grappled away, Baby Hood's joyous squeal echoing behind him. Normally, Tim might have tried to tail him, but he wasn't willing to test the veracity of Hood's threat. Instead, he sighed and headed towards where he parked his bike, intending to return to the cave.
He had a few things to add to Hood's file.
Jason pulled Dan away from the light for the fifth time in three minutes. The kid was apparently determined to try and climb it, but Jason knew from first hand experience just how hot that thing could get. At least trying to distract Dan away from the light was helping to distract Jason from what he was here to do.
The replacement's words had been rattling around his head ever since their unexpected run-in.
Tim Drake had been far from the obedient little soldier Jason had expected. He'd actually scoffed at the idea that anything he did was for Batman, and in the next breath had Jason beginning to question some of his own motives.
Jason had personally seen to it that the Joker was dead. His crew had successfully claimed the entirety of Park Row as well as most of it's bordering neighbourhoods. His last operation had wiped Black Mask off the board entirely. Jason was actually, tangibly, succeeding in making Crime Alley a better place.
So why was he fighting the guy trying to do the same thing for all of Gotham?
Jason didn't agree with Bruce's methods and Bruce almost definitely wouldn't agree with his. But the end goal was the same and they were both trying in the ways they thought were best.
Baby Hood and all the other kids in this city deserve for someone to at least try.
Jason could acknowledge that Bruce tried. In many ways, Gotham was only in as good of a shape as it was because of Bruce, both in and out of the cape. He wasn't perfect, and he fucked up, but he tried; to be a hero, to be a leader, to be a parent.
Having Dan had given Jason a whole new perspective on what it meant to be a parent. He thought he had known fear inside and out, but with Dan, fear became a near constant companion. His son's safety had become a priority beyond everything else, including his own. With that new perspective, Jason realized something that he'd never understood before;
Bruce had been terrified.
So many of his less than happy memories of Bruce made so much more sense. So many times Jason had thought Bruce had been angry at him when he had actually been scared for him. Had he handled that fear well? No. But if Jason was honest with himself, he wasn't entirely certain he would have handled the same situation much better.
Jason's new insight into Bruce's motivations had taken much of the heat out of his anger. He hadn't exactly forgiven Bruce; the very idea that the Joker might one day threaten Dan had been enough to get Jason to put him down himself, after all. But he was willing to try, at least, to work with him. To maybe rebuild something of what they'd had before the Joker ripped Jason away. He was willing to give Bruce the chance to try and make it up to him.
The chance to try and be a grandfather.
"Badman!"
"That's right, little man! Good spotting!" Jason did not acknowledge the shadowy figure he now knew was behind him.
"Hiya, Baby Hood!"
"Wahbin!" Dan squealed, toddling over as fast as his little leg's would let him to latch around Robin's leg like a koala. "Wahbin fwy?"
Robin chuckled and obliged, hefting the kid up and swinging him around to his absolute delight.
Batman had tracked Dan's path towards Robin and clearly deemed him not a threat, remaining stoically staring Jason down.
"Red Hood."
"Batman," Jason mimicked.
"The bat signal is for emergencies only."
"I remember."
Slightest twitch in the jaw. He'd picked up on Jason's choice of words.
"You killed Black Mask."
"You have proof that Black Mask is dead?"
Batman's lips pressed together in frustration. That was a no, then.
"What do you want, Hood?"
Jason kept his posture deliberately lax in an effort to keep his riot of nerves from showing.
"I've cleaned up Crime Alley enough that it's no longer a threat to me or mine, so I figured the time had come to share some information you might be interested in."
"What makes you think I'd be interested in anything you have to say?"
"Well, I was pretty sure you might like to know you're a grandfather, at least."
Batman stood completely frozen. Robin also stopped abruptly to stare at Jason in surprise, much to Dan's annoyance.
"Fwy, Wahbin, fwy!"
Batman's head snapped to the side, studying every one of Dan's features. Robin did the same, blinking down at the kid in his arms as though if he blinked enough, the whole situation would make more sense. Jason chose their moment of distraction to slip off his helmet, vehemently ignoring the shake in his fingers.
Batman's head turned back to him, all his previous stoicism completely dropped in favour of gaping at his previously dead son.
Jason was alive and eyeing him nervously from the other side of the bat signal.
Jason was alive and had a son of his own.
Bruce was forcibly reminded of this fact by Tim dumping the kid into his arms. Instinct kicked in even if Bruce's brain hadn't and he carefully cradled the boy, making sure to avoid the sharper parts of his armour.
"Hello," he said dumbly, at a complete loss.
"Badman," the child answered happily.
Big, blue eyes stared up at him. Bruce stared back, drinking in every feature of his cherubic face. Curious little fingers pressed at the edge of his cowl, feeling the material and clearly trying to reach one of the ears. At the back of his mind, Bruce knew he should be asking questions; how was Jason alive? Where had he been? Who was his baby's mother? Was it really even Jason?
"What's his name?" was what came out instead.
"Dante Alfred Todd." Jason (was it really his Jason, whole and alive?) eyed him warily, poised to grab his baby back if Bruce proved to be a threat. "He prefers Dan, though. Made that clear the minute he mastered the N sound."
Bruce's vision blurred. Jason had named his little boy after Alfred. Bruce's heart felt like it didn't fit in his chest anymore, so overwhelmed by everything he was feeling in the moment. Jason was alive and he had a beautiful baby and he was the Red Hood. So much of who Bruce was at his core revolved around constant preparation and planning for every possible scenario, but this had completely blindsided him. He knew he should be doing something, but all he could manage was looking down in wonder at his grandson, who was apparently determined to inspect every nook of his cowl with his hands.
A rough sound bubbled up out of his chest. It could have been a chuckle or it could have been a sob, Bruce couldn't have said either way.
"I think Baby Hood broke him."
"It, uh, does kinda look that way."
"Oh God. I just realized I defended you to you!"
"If it makes you feel any better, if you hadn't, I might've kicked your ass."
"You mean you would've tried."
"Bold fucking words, Replacement. You wanna try me?"
"Language." Bruce startled himself with the reflexive reprimand just as much as them. "Little ears." He added pointedly when Jason gave him a particularly incredulous look.
Jason rolled his eyes. "We live in Crime Alley, he's heard wors-"
Little fingers that had been pressed against the edge of his cowl near his jawline abruptly slid through Bruce's cheek, molars and gums to painfully jab the base of his tongue. Bruce reared his head back in surprise and Dan seemed to be just as startled by his hand going through Bruce's face because he immediately burst into tears.
"It's okay, little man, you're okay, I gotcha," Jason soothed as he swiftly swooped in to scoop up his son and comfort him. "You won't fall, I promise, Daddy's gotcha."
Dan's wailing eased to unhappy whimpers that he pressed into Jason's shirt. Jason eventually looked up from his son, his mouth pressed into a grim line.
"He's a metahuman," Tim stated the obvious.
"Maybe," Jason hedged, looking at Bruce, "I figured you'd wanna do every test under the sun to make sure I'm, y'know, me. Might as well kill two birds with one stone and figure his deal out too while we're at it."
Bruce finally got a handle on his composure.
"Does he do that often?"
"A few times. Walked right out of his clothes, stumbled through a wall." Jason held his boy a little tighter. "Never through a person though."
Bruce nodded, several plans and possibilities already running through his head. "Concerning. I'll reach out to J'onn, see if he has any suggestions to help him adjust to his intangibility so young, as well as martian baby-proofing techniques. In the meantime…" Bruce hesitated and was saddened to see Jason flinch like he was bracing for a blow. So he swallowed his uncertainty and forged on. "...perhaps you might consider moving to a residence where he isn't at risk of stumbling into the street. The manor has plenty of space, and he can run around the gardens without risk."
Jason seemed honestly shocked by the suggestion.
"You…want us to go back to the manor? Just like that? Don't you wanna run tests? Interrogate me? Hell, yell at me for becoming a criminal?"
"I…do want to run some tests," Bruce admitted, "and there's a lot we need to talk about. But Dan's safety is more important."
Jason's eyes narrowed. "He's safe with me," he hissed, "I swear, if you try and take him away from me I'll destroy everything you've ever touched and disappear somewhere not even Superman can find us."
The very idea made Bruce's heart clench in panic.
"I don't want to take him from you, I want you both to come home."
That truly was all Bruce wanted and he would beg if he had to. Jason assessed him for a long moment, his face blank.
"Even though I'm the Red Hood?"
"Yes."
"Even though I've killed people?"
It broke Bruce's heart to know his little boy had become a killer. That not even death had saved him from that fate.
"Yes."
Jason stared at him for a long moment while Bruce prayed that he believed him. Finally, he nodded.
"Fine. But only 'cause it'll be safer for Dan. And I trust Alfred to watch him while we…talk."
The way Jason said talk suggested he dreaded it like the gallows, but Bruce couldn't focus on that. His little boy was finally coming home and bringing his baby with him.
Dick came home from patrol bone-tired and ready to just collapse into bed for the next four hours. Getting out of his suit felt like it took monumental effort and Dick didn't even bother finding pajamas, just crawling under his blankets in his underwear. His head hit the pillow and he closed his eyes in bliss, ready for sweet oblivion.
His phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Dick wanted to ignore it. He really did. But absolutely no one he knew would text him at 4am unless it was literally life or death. So, with an aggrieved sigh, Dick picked up his phone and checked the message.
And blinked hard, because that didn't make any sense.
When the picture Tim had sent didn't change no matter how many times he blinked, Dick sat up and turned on a light just to double check.
Yep, that was still Tim with a smug grin holding a sleeping toddler. There was still an intense looking conversation going on in the background between Bruce and someone who looked painfully like a grownup Jason. The caption still read 'already the favorite uncle'.
What?
What the fuck?
Dick stumbled out of bed, fumbling for the nearest pair of pants as he hit the call icon.
"Hey, Dick," Tim answered, voice amused. The was the muffled sounds of an argument behind him.
"What the fuck?" Dick demanded eloquently. His evil little brother simply cackled at his confusion.
"Dude, just come to the manor. Jason might actually be done yelling at Bruce by the time you get here. Can't promise Dan'll be awake though; kid sleeps like the dead. You'll probably have to wait til morning to officially meet him."
"It's really Jason?" Dick had to ask, voice achingly hopefully.
"Yeah, it's him. We did every test Bruce could think of. He's really back, Dick."
Dick's knees almost gave out from underneath him. Little Wing was alive, somehow. The little brother he'd failed was back and Dick would finally get the second chance that had always been an impossible dream.
"Ok," Dick murmured, more to himself than Tim, "ok, I'm on my way."
Dick probably broke every single traffic law ever written on his way to the manor, but he honestly didn't remember a single second of the drive. All he could say for certain was he hung up on Tim and the next thing he knew he was sprinting into the manor.
"Your shirt is backwards," was the first thing Tim said when Dick tracked him to the living room he'd taken the photo in. Bruce and, apparently, Jason, must have taken their argument somewhere else. He was curled up on the couch under a blanket with his tablet, a tray of toddler friendly snacks within arms reach that was most likely Alfred's doing.
"Don't care, explain," Dick demanded, parking himself next to Tim and his charge.
"So this is Dan," he introduced lightly, a smug grin growing on his face," full name Dante Alfred Todd."
"He named him after Alfred? That's so sweet!"
"Yeah, you should've seen it; I don't think I've ever seen Alfred actually choked up before."
Dick stared down at the little cherub drooling on Tim's shoulder.
"So, Jason's really back? And he has a baby?"
"Yep," Tim answered with a pop, "it's Jason, no doubt about it. Even pulled a Bruce; found a baby in an alley, said 'is anybody gonna parent this' and didn't wait for an answer."
Dick laughed. "Like his father before him! Though I'm assuming this little cutie wasn't jacking his tires at the time." He held out his hands hopefully. "Can I hold?"
"Sure, but if he wakes up because of it you have to deal with Jason."
"I thought you said he slept like the dead?" Dick asked as Tim slowly maneuvered the kid off his shoulder and onto Dick's, resulting in some sleepy grizzling.
"Oh yeah, he slept right through Jason tearing into Bruce, but the reason I'm here and not, y'know, sleeping, is because he started crying every time I tried to put him down."
Luckily, Dan settled into Dick's arms easily, his teeny little baby snores melting Dick's heart.
"He's so cute I'm gonna cry," Dick joked, though the truth was his eyes were actually a little moist. A soft shutter sound told him Tim had immortalized his first time holding his nephew on film. Dick didn't look up, too enamored by the precious bundle in his arms. "How did Bruce take the news?"
"Total blue screen. I think Bane could've tapdanced naked in top of the bat signal and he wouldn't have noticed. It took Dan shoving his hand through his mouth to get him to reboot."
"You mean in his mouth," Dick corrected idly.
"No, I mean through." That got Dick's attention.
"Through?"
Tim pressed his fingertips to the side of his own cheek. "Yeah, through."
Dick looked back down at Dan, reassessing with a more critical eye while Tim kept talking.
"We already ran DNA, obviously. Came back human, no meta gene and not even a partial match to anything in our system."
"Really?" Dick's eyebrows rose in surprise. "So he's, what? A totally normal human that just happens to be able to phase through solid matter?"
"He's a total mystery, is what he is," Tim groaned, shooting his nephew a loving glare, "Jason literally found him in an alley wearing nothing but a blanket with his name on it. None of our tests show him as anything other than baseline human except for the fact that his canines have grown in weirdly sharp and the intangibility, obviously."
"Does he have any scars?" Dick asked, praying the answer was no. His heart sank when Tim made a 'sort of' gesture with his hand.
"If you look real close at his right hand, there's a lot of tiny little lines all connected. They don't look like they're from any kind of incision though, they look more like lichtenberg figures."
Now that it had been pointed out to him, Dick could trace the barely visible lines branching over his nephew's hand. The sight broke his heart.
"So, an abandoned experiment then?" he guessed sadly.
"That's the current theory," Tim agreed, "it's all we've got unless Bruce can actually convince Jason to let us do more tests." He grimaced. "Dan really didn't like getting tested. Just being in the medbay upset him, which is a point to the experiment theory. We only managed to get one vial of blood before Jason couldn't handle the crying and stepped in, and I'm pretty sure we only got that far because Alfred was the one drawing the blood."
"It's pretty normal for kids to hate needles," Dick mused, "is that what they were yelling about when I called?"
"Something like that," Tim hedged, suddenly very focused on his tablet.
"Ah, Master Dick, it seems you've heard the good news," Alfred said as he walked into the room. His gaze softened as it landed on Dan. "I see the young master is still sleeping. The nursery has been prepared and well-aired, if you wish to lay him down."
Dick turned away from Alfred theatrically. "No! I just got here, I need more cuddle time!"
Tim snorted at him. "Enjoy your dead arms. I'm going to bed."
"Master Dick, I'm sure there will be ample opportunities for such things in the future."
"I know, but then I'll have to fight the others to get a turn. Just give me a few more minutes. I'll put him down soon, I promise."
Alfred was entirely unsurprised when he returned to the room to find Dick fast asleep on the couch still with Dan tucked against his chest. Alfred sighed fondly and put his great-grandson to bed with minimal grizzling. He made certain to tuck a blanket over Dick before heading towards a well-earned rest himself
Danny led them further into the dark, musty manor, into an area without windows where they had to pull out flashlights and a spell to fight the gloom. Danny reached into the wall and pulled something, thankfully the mechanism was fully manual and the lack of electricity didn't stop the hidden door from creaking slowly open.
Jason put a hand on Danny's shoulder, "We got it from here, go find Kenny or Artemis."
"Yeah… okay." Danny quickly turned and left the room.
"I've gone into worse," Roy joked as he led the way down the dark stairs.
Jason put on a face mask, attached a flashlight to his shoulder, and put another in his hand, then took up the rear. The flashlights were pretty redundant with Zatanna using a spell to light the way, but Jason liked the reassurance of having his own light.
The stairs led directly into the lab, and what a mess it was. The dust was just as thick as the rest of the building, making Jason glad for the mask. There was plenty of equipment and tools scattered around on work tables, some having fallen to the floor. Jason could just see a row of tubes further in the room
"Oh its thicker here," Boston commented. "I'd say it's almost as thick here as Nanda Parbat."
"That's saying something," Zatanna commented. "But yes, the air is thrumming with power."
"Guess we'll need to bring Danny down and see of he absorbs it?" Jason asked.
"Oof, not without covering these first," Roy called, pointing to the row of tubes.
Jason walked over to get a closer look and cringed internally. The tubes were full of murky, scummy water and corpses in the middle of decomposing. One tube had a clone leaning against the glass, useless oxygen mask still attached to its face half full of murky water, and skin slowly peeling away around said mask. Black, shaggy hair nearly covered half lowered lids and the milky, unseeing eyes under them.
"Think we can nick some bed sheets to throw over 'em?" Boston asked casually.
"Suppose we could," Jason agreed. Danny would know exactly why they were there, but at least he wouldn't have to see.
"If it helps they're empty, never had a soul." Boston casually gestured at the tubes.
Jason wasn't sure if it did.
Zatanna had wandered further into the lab, heading for the back wall. Jason followed, stopping a bit behind her as she cast spells at the empty doorway that probably used to be Vlad's portal. Zatanna grimaced, "They really somehow managed to punch a hole directly to the deepest parts of the other side of the veil, completely bypassing the areas where the veil brushes with our world."
"Yeah?" Jason wasn't sure what that meant.
"No wonder the beings on the other side were so powerful, it's so far beyond our realm it's basically a higher dimension."
"Like Mr. Mxyzptlk?"
Zatanna's head whipped around to stare at Jason. "What?!"
Jason shrugged, "I never met the guy, I just know he's some 'fourth dimensional imp' that sometimes bugs Supes for shits and giggles." B's reports made for good bedtime reading, they were so boring they always put Jason right to sleep.
Zatanna rubbed at her forehead, "Yes, like him. Please don't go around saying the names of fourth dimensional beings, that's how you get their attention."
"A'ight."
"So, quick question," Roy announced. "Can you just send Danny to whatever's on the other side of this portal that doesn't exist?"
"Theoretically," Zatanna said slowly. "It would take a lot of time, effort, and would drain several mages working together. Danny does have allies there, if we did manage to send him through we could hope he finds his way to them and maybe they can help him. But humans aren't meant to wander that deep, just crossing to the other side of the veil can change us, let alone getting dropped in the deep end the way Danny did when he died. Eventually his human half would fade until he becomes a full ghost."
"Right, so that's not the plan," Jason stated.
"Yeah, no kidding," Roy agreed.
"Does any of this tell us why he's still trapped in Amity Park?"
"That may actually be psychosomatic," Zatanna said before turning her attention back to the portal.
Jason furrowed his brows, "Didn't Danny say ghosts are made of emotions? Wouldn't everything be psychosomatic?"
"Technically yes, which makes finding a solution harder. Perhaps if we moved all the victims to a proper graveyard…"
"Dig up and somehow identify each individual in the mass grave you found," Jason said in a deadpan.
"That would take forever, the DEO is out there right now," Roy whined.
"Well, we can offer and see how that affects him," Zatanna said with a huff.
"How about we start with covering the clone tubes and get Danny down here, see if absorbing his weird death goo radiation improves anything," Jason stated, then turned and headed for the stairs.
It took a bit of hunting, but they eventually found a (very gauche) bedroom with all the bedding still on the bed. They bundled the whole set up and threw the blankets and sheets over the clone tubes. That done, it was time to go find Danny and bring him down to the lab to hopefully get a boost. Zatanna and Boston stayed down in the basement while Jason and Roy wandered off to find their wayward ghostboy. They found Artemis barricading the grand front entrance, she hadn't seen Danny or Kenny since they had arrived.
"… hesitant, little ghost will be sickly." Biz's voice carried from around a corner.
"I hope so," Danny said as if he didn't believe it. He perked up when Jason and Roy rounded the corner, smiling up at them from where he and Biz were sitting on the floor across from a barricaded door. "Hi! Kenny and I were just talking, he helped me realize something!" Danny hopped to his feet in excitement, "He reminded me that I had said ghosts need purpose, and I lost mine again. So maybe if I find a new purpose it'll help."
Jason sighed, he was not equipped for what he was about to do. "What's wrong with the whole bridge thing?"
"Well, it's not like there's much bridging I can do when there's no ghosts around."
"Telling people who don't know what's going on about ghosts and how everything works is also being a bridge. You said it yourself, you don't have to be kicking ass to be a bridge."
"I… I guess," Danny said uncertainly.
"Listen, kid, you may be ghost but you're also still human, tying your entire identity to one thing, one goal or mission or whatever you want to call it, that's a one way ticket to misery. Either yourself or everyone around you. Get more goals, get a hobby, make friends. Well, once we figure this out and get you out of here, anyway."
Danny's face fell, "I did have all that."
Jason groaned, silently, in his own head. "Yeah, it sucks that was all taken from you." Jason paused, unsure what to say next. He decided a change of subject might be in order, "Zatanna and Boston said the basement is thick with freaky death energy, wanna go down there and see if you can absorb it?"
"Sure, why not?" Danny walked past them, heading towards the secret stairway.
"That went well," Roy said hesitantly.
"Red him did great," Bizarro said before following after Danny.
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"It's been over a week," Jason complained, one boot up on the table to fully express his displeasure. "I'm not letting this drag out to two weeks, the kid's been trapped for nearly two decades."
Bruce, in full Batman gear, just glowered at Jason before looking over to Clark. "Superman."
"Right," Clark straightened in his seat. Jason had to give it to the League: just the big three, the Outlaws, and Zatanna were at this meeting; Jason might've lost his mind if he had to deal with a whole fucking council. Clark cleared his throat before going into report mode, "Mrs. Lane has visited every library in Spookin county under the guise of doing a retrospective on heroes, starting with the first super villain. Every single library without fail had newspapers on microfilm from Amity Park up until August two-thousand and four."
Jason frowned at that, "But the attack was in oh-six."
Clark nodded, "She also checked the newspapers form the surrounding area starting from then. A few mention ghost attacks in Amity, but there are notable gaps. Elmerton, Carsonville, Riverside, every town has newspapers missing from the same dates."
"Well that doesn't stink of a government cover up," Roy said with a sigh as he rubbed the space between his eye brows.
"Not stink at all," Biz agreed.
"What else?" Artemis asked darkly.
"She's only gotten in contact with a small number of Amity Park survivors, but without fail all of them so far have refused any interviews because they signed some sort of NDA," Clark replied tiredly. "Only one person said anything more, that the GIW made them sign the NDA."
Everyone (except the Bat) groaned at that.
"This isn't even a question anymore," Jason grumbled. "It's so obviously a giant coverup."
"It is the triumphant who write history," Diana said somberly.
"Alright, you know that means we're now on a time limit on getting Danny help before the fucking government catches wind that something's going on in Amity. So, anything else we need to know?" Jason asked harshly.
Diana, Clark, and Bruce all glanced at each other before shaking their heads. "You're clear to go in," Bruce rumbled. "Gather as much intel as you can."
"Fuck you, we're going in there to help that kid, not gather goddamn intel." He dropped his foot to the ground and stood up, the other Outlaws and Zatanna joining him. And yeah, they'd probably get Danny's whole story from him while they tried to figure out how to help him, but that was not and would not be their main goal.
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"The first thing you need to know is that Danny isn't like Deadman," Zatanna said as the jeep she and the Outlaws had crammed into slowed down to approach Amity Park, nearly 20 years without maintenance made for a bumpy ride. "Most ghosts have memory issues, so there's a chance he won't remember your name or that you've met before, there's also a chance he won't remember being swarmed but that's far less likely."
"Still bullshit," Jason grumbled.
"He also probably doesn't realize how long it's been since the town was destroyed, it's best to not tell him. He'll probably be a bit confused or have a short attention span, stuck forever reliving the scenario that killed him."
Jason nodded, Danny had seemed locked in while trying to lead Jason to safety, but he had also believed the GIW was actively hunting them despite nearly 20 years of nothing. The interaction was so brief it was hard to really gauge what was going on with the kid.
"And whatever you do, do not mention how he died. Especially don't ask him, that is the worst thing you can do with a ghost."
Everyone made various noises of agreement as Jason turned onto the street the remains of the Fenton house sat on. Jason parked the car in the middle of the street a couple houses down to avoid the rubble from the destroyed house (and what looked like a blimp that had crashed into it). Jason hopped out of the car and moved to go sit on the sidewalk, he figured it was best to make himself visible and as nonthreatening as possible for someone that looked like him. Zatanna and the rest of the Outlaws all stayed in the jeep, stretching out as best they could, chatting, pulling out snacks and drinks. Jason pulled out a book, ready to sprawl out on the overgrown lawn and read until Danny showed.
"Psssssst," someone near Jason's elbow hissed.
Jason nearly jumped out of his skin when he looked down to find a pale, see-through head sticking out of the ground. "Danny?!"
Danny shushed him, eyes darting over to the jeep full of out of costume vigilantes all trying to not look like they were watching Jason with intense focus.
"Those are my friends, remember how I said I'd be back with help?" Jason tried not to cringe, Zatanna had just told them he probably wouldn't remember.
"Well yeah, but I didn't think you actually would." Danny lifted a little higher, neck and shoulders emerging from the ground as he looked over at the jeep's occupants.
Jason tried not to take that personally, "I always keep my word." He tried to wipe the scowl off his face as he stood up and brushed off his pants. "C'mon, I'll introduce ya."
Danny floated up until his whole body was out of the ground, then landed gently on his feet. Jason had noticed it last time, while Danny had been leading Jason "to safety" he'd been firmly on the ground the whole time, not floating the way ghost supposedly did.
Jason sauntered towards the jeep, where his friends and Zatanna were trying to pretend they hadn't noticed them yet. "Hey guys, this is Danny, the kid I told you about. Danny, these are my friends, Roy, Artemis, Kenny, and Zatanna."
Each person gave a little wave as Jason introduced them.
Danny awkwardly waved back, "Hi."
Zatanna smiled and got out of the jeep, hand out. "It's nice to meet you."
Danny blinked for a moment before rushing to take Zatanna's hand and shake it eagerly, "Nice to meet you too!"
Once the handshake was over Zatanna smiled, "What Jason didn't tell you is I'm a magician, do you mind if I have a look at you?"
Danny suddenly looked wary, "Why?"
"You're stuck here, right? We want to help."
Danny absently rubbed just below his sternum, "Yeah, it hurts when I try to leave."
"That's terrible, will you let me have a look?" When Danny's only response was to look skeptically at Zatanna she kept going, "Just a look, you won't feel a thing."
"No needles? No samples?"
Zatanna shook her head, "No, nothing like that. I'm a magician, it's just a little diagnostic spell, like an X-ray without the radiation."
Danny looked up at Jason, who nodded, before finally nodding at Zatanna. Her hands and eyes glowed briefly as she chanted a quick spell, her hands hovering near but not touching Danny as she "scanned" down his torso.
"Well, that was interesting," Zatanna muttered.
"What was?" Danny asked, his voice edging a little higher in worry.
"You're like no ghost I've seen before, I can't tell what's normal and what's broken."
Danny just nodded, "So, guess that means you can't help me."
"Well, not quickly," Zatanna answered. "It'll take time to unravel what exactly is going on with you."
Danny snorted, "Sure, you can go check in at the local hotel while you stay, there's plenty of open rooms."
Jason put a hand on Danny's shoulder, "Danny…"
"Where do you wanna go anyway?" Roy asked casually. "Do you even want out of here?"
Danny shrugged, accidentally knocking Jason's hand off, "The fruitloop's cheese castle in Wisconsin. But considering it's been a few years and he hasn't come looking for me he probably can't, so I don't know if he's still around to maintain his portal."
Jason blinked, trying to keep up with the word salad that just came out of Danny's mouth. Was Danny having a stroke? Was Jason? He looked to his friends, who all looked just as confused.
"Bizarro understand everything little ghost just said."
"I'm with you there, bud," Roy murmured.
"What portal do you speak of?" Artemis asked, thank the gods she was there to help cut through the bullshit.
"Vlad's portal to the Ghost Zone. Or, I guess it's also called the Infinite Realms. When the GIW cut off water and electricity our portal got cut off with it. They're lucky we'd already put in that fail safe and the whole thing didn't just implode."
Jason ran a hand over his face, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck…" Judging from how pale Zatanna went at the mention of these Realms things suddenly got a lot more complicated.
Danny was very cognizant, Jason found himself thinking. The group had unloaded some chairs, an ice chest, and some snacks, they were now all lounging around and chatting while Zatanna occasionally shot off a spell at the ghost. Danny hadn't so much as batted an eye at Kenny, which considering his gray skin and odd way of speaking either Danny was really chill or he was really good at hiding his confusion.
"So," Jason drawled, leaning in close to Zatanna, "figure out if he's like Boston or not?"
"He's nothing like Boston," Zatanna said quickly. "He's nothing like any ghost I've ever met before."
Which was way more experience than Jason had with ghosts, he'd dealt with more demons than he had ghosts. Demons were surprisingly common, come to think of it.
"Wait, you mean another planet?" Danny suddenly asked loudly. "Like an alien?!"
"Me am born and live off Earth," Kenny corrected.
"Even the guy he was cloned from only came to Earth as a baby or something, he doesn't remember his home planet," Roy added.
"That's still so cool!" Danny insisted. "It was always my dream to be an astronaut when I grow up, maybe be the first person on Mars."
Everyone glanced at each other, no one willing to squash his dreams on that.
"Martians am very mean, little ghost will no get along with."
Everyone except Kenny, it seemed.
Danny's eyes grew even bigger somehow, glowing brightly despite the afternoon sun. "Martians are real? And you've met them?"
Zatanna shot off another spell.
"Is it helping?"
"His power levels keep fluctuating, I'm afraid to find out how high they can go."
Unsure what to say to that, Jason simply grunted. That meant at least some of the GIW's claims weren't completely fabricated, Danny was probably strong enough to fight back if he needed to. And this was while probably being injured! Who knew how strong he'd been while fending off what he viewed as an invading force.
The comm in Jason's ear beeped once, "Hood, vehicles entering the exclusion zone."
"Shit, how many?"
"Ten, military from the look of them."
"Shit, shit, fuck," Jason cursed as he stood up. "Government is sending in a convoy, we need to set up someplace we can defend." He quickly folded up his chair, everyone else following along.
"What?" Danny asked, confused.
"Ten military vehicles headed our way, they already crossed past the roadblocks at the edge of town." Jason tapped his ear to show how he knew. "We need someplace defensible, preferably not somewhere they'd go looking for you first like your house or school."
"Defensible?" Danny's voice cracked on the word, squeaking in disbelief.
"I died before, right? They'll be after me too, you said so yourself."
"So run!" Danny said.
By that point everyone had picked their stuff up and piled back into the jeep. Jason turned it on and looked Danny in the eyes. "No."
"Lead us somewhere defensible or leave us to wander aimlessly searching," Artemis threatened.
Danny groaned and clutched at his hair, then his shoulders slumped as the boy gave in. "Fine, I guess Vlad's place is out best bet."
"Hurry, the convoy's already fanning out."
Danny lifted off the ground, his legs fading away, and turned. Jason pulled a U-ey and followed the kid. They were racing through the destroyed streets, dodging craters and shrubbery poking through the cracks. A white building with a wrought iron fence came into view.
"Ekam su dna eht rac elbignatni," Zatanna called.
Jason knew what the tingles over his whole body meant and aimed right for the fence. They went through it, over the overgrown lawn, and then right through the outer wall. The jeep skidded as Jason slammed on the breaks, going through another wall and into a rather spacious, if dusty, sitting room.
Danny poked his head into the room, looking panicked, "Are you okay?!"
"We're fine," Jason said tersely, already driving through the furniture. "Get us to the entryway, quick."
Danny led the way, glancing back over his shoulder constantly as he went in straight line, through walls. In the rear view mirror Jason could see the first signs of strain on Zatanna as she kept up her spell. Once they made it to the entryway and had the clearance, she dropped the spell with a sigh of relief.
As Jason had suspected, there was an obnoxiously grand staircase in the entryway. "Alright Kenny, you're up. Get us up to the second floor, then we need to destroy the stairs."
Kenny hopped out of the car, then turned around and picked it up in one hand. Danny visibly goggled as Kenny gently lifted into the air, holding the jeep and occupants like it was just a plate.
Danny's eyes narrowed as Kenny gently placed the jeep on the second floor. "You're not a ghost."
"Yes!" Kenny agreed happily. "Me am not Kryptonian."
"That's just what Kryptonians do," Jason said casually.
"You should see what Martians can do," Roy teased. "And Tamaraneans, Thanagarians… uh… do we call the little blue guys Oans?"
"Guardians," Artemis said distractedly as she helped unload the gear from the back of the jeep. Roy jumped at the tech, already setting it up to ensure they wouldn't lose communication. While he did that, Artemis pulled out her axe and flew over to start attacking the stairs.
"Whoa! Are you an alien too?" Danny asked in shock.
"Amazonian, actually."
Danny looked Artemis up and down, "But you only have two arms."
Artemis paused, looking down at Danny still standing in the entryway. "Yes, Amazonians are still human."
"It's just… Pandora has four arms?"
"Pandora?!"
"Artemis, the stairs," Jason reminded her.
Artemis rolled her eyes, but went back to it.
"Biz, find any other stairs in the building and destroy those too."
"Won't do, red him."
"We're going to need to get more backup here soon," Zatanna said tersely.
"What's going on? Who are you guys?" Danny asked warily. "And why's the GIW suddenly showing up now?"
"DEO actually," Roy corrected. "Department of Extranormal Operations. After the whole Amity Park thing, ghost activity dropped to zero. The GIW shrank until it got folded into the new department tasked with studying beings with extranormal powers, like ghosts, aliens, or metas."
"A lot has happened while you were isolated," Jason said tiredly. "While they set up, I'll explain everything."
Danny looked around at where everyone was working, Artemis chopping up the stairs, Roy setting up their communications array, Zatanna inscribing protective glyphs into the air. Then he squinted up at Jason, "You promise to explain everything?"
Jason grabbed a couple of their camping chairs and headed further into the mansion. Danny followed behind, somehow walking louder than Jason despite presumably weighing nothing. Jason found what looked like a sitting room with an open space in the center he could put their chairs for this chat. The dust they kicked up caused Jason to fall into a brief coughing fit, it sucked but he'd live.
Suddenly Jason's whole body tingled and the layer of dust coating everything vanished before the tingles went away. "The fuck?"
"Oh, I just made the room and everything in it intangible so the dust would fall through the floor."
Jason stared blankly at Danny. "What?"
Danny shrugged, then absently rubbed at his solar plexus. "So, we doing this?"
"Now wait, hold on just a second. You can make other things intangible?"
"Sure, I haven't met a ghost who can't."
"You haven't…" Jason trailed off, he did not want to think about what kind of overpowered poltergeists Danny had been used to dealing with. What kind of overpowered poltergeist Danny is. While obviously still injured and thus likely somehow even more powerful.
Jason set up the chairs, then sat in one. Danny sank into the other, the chair tensing under his weight like he was physically there. Jason decided to try to explain as much as succinctly as possible, "After things calmed down the GIW pulled one of the biggest coverups I've ever seen. We're only just starting to unravel it now that we know to look, but basically no one knows what happened here."
"Who's we?"
"I'm getting to that," Jason snapped. "The important thing is publicly the GIW blamed you for Amity Park's destruction, you became one of the most well known supervillains. Ever."
Danny nodded, looking sad but in no way surprised, "I was always called a menace."
Well crap, the kid kept making Jason feel bad for him. Still, they had more to cover, "Your school ever go over the Justice Society?"
"That group of superpowered people that formed during World War II?"
"Yeah, them. So not long after whatever happened here a new group formed, this one called the Justice League."
Danny perked up at that, looking at Jason with interest.
"A few weeks ago someone reported meeting you after sneaking into town-"
Danny sighed, "More teenagers with some kinda camcorder. Again."
Jason nodded, "And like I said, they believed you were one of the most notorious supervillains, so the Justice League was the group of people in colorful costumes from a bit over a week ago."
Danny's mouth fell open, staring at Jason with wide eyes.
"They figured out something didn't add up, so rather than coming in hot again they sent in a small group you hadn't met before to try to make peaceful contact."
Danny stood up, knocking over his chair, "That's you?!"
Jason stayed sitting in his chair, leaned back and body language relaxed, he couldn't afford to escalate the situation. "I told you I want to help, we all do."
Danny backed away, nearly tripping over his overturned camping chair in the process. "You were sent here to what? Gain my trust?"
"Basically, yeah. No one expected the fact I died and came back to get your attention, lots of heroes have died and come back. Not that I'm a hero."
"I can't belie- … wait, what do you mean not a hero?"
"I'm on the FBI's most wanted list. ACAB, fuck the police!"
Danny snorted, then tried to hide a snicker behind his hands.
Jason couldn't help smirking, it was good to see Danny act like kid despite the emergency. Too bad he was about to burst that, "The JL wants to send down some more people as backup, help protect you from those government goons while they figure shit out. That okay with you?"
"I… I guess?" Danny looked completely baffled.
"It'll be some of the same costumes that attacked you last week, you sure you're okay with that."
"You promise they won't this time?"
"I promise." Jason held a hand up and everything. "And knowing these guys some of them will even want to apologize."
Danny nodded, hands flexing. "Yeah, okay then."
Jason nodded, then tapped his ear, "Danny gave the go ahead, send down back up." He leaned forward a little then, elbows on his knees, "We think the government has passively been keeping an eye on Amity Park. Those weren't the first kids to see you, it's not even the first video to end up on the internet, but this is the first time anyone's made peaceful contact with you."
"So you're why the GIW showed- no wait, Roy said it's the DIO now?"
"DEO, and yeah. We suspected once we started uncovering their cover up they'd mobilize to keep everything covered up. The worst thing you can do, so far as they're concerned, is tell someone the whole story of what happened here."
"Just one someone?" Danny didn't move, staring at Jason skeptically.
Jason pulled a small recording and transmitting device from his pocket, turned it on, and held it up. "Not just one person. We got a couple Pulitzer prize winning journalists who would be more than happy to publish your story."
"What if I don't want the whole thing published?"
"Then just explain what you're comfortable with for now. Or we can just have the JL listen to this and do an interview later, when you're ready. After we get the government to back off or figure out how to get you out of here, whichever comes first."
Danny hesitated for a moment, eyes darting around as he thought the matter over. Eventually he heaved a huge, world weary sigh and picked his chair back up before flopping into it. It still amazed Jason just how physical Danny was for supposedly being a ghost. "It all started the summer before freshman year of high school, my parents were building their greatest creation yet," Danny did finger quotes as he spoke that phrase, "a portal to what they called the Ghost Zone…"
"… except they didn't just forget I was involved in the Disasteroid, they thought I was responsible. All of a sudden overnight I went from just being called a menace to being called a scourge."
Jason was stock still, arm locked in place as he still held out the listening device for Danny. Who, he had just learned, was actually some kind of linchpin "bridge between worlds" due to his half human-half ghost status. Judging by the various curses and sounds of frantic typing and page turning all the JLD members were freaking out over this too.
"I'm not gonna lie, it sucked. But I'd been hated before, it's just I was a bit more hated this time. I mean, as Danny Fenton I was never popular, it just was nice being popular as Danny Phantom for a while, yanno? Anyway, Dani with an I came back and as she was settling in we found out Val still had one of Clockwork's medallions and remembered the previous timeline and she was pissed, so we had to talk that out too. And just after we got that sorted the GIW showed back up."
Oh right, and all this was before they even got to the actual event they were dealing with the fallout of. B must love all the context, Jason just thinks he's going to start going gray.
"They surrounded all of Amity Park, blocked off the roads and said we were being quarantined due to being not just the most haunted city in America, but literally being the only place in the whole world where ghosts were visible and tangible. Jazz convinced me to tell my parents my identity, since they accepted me twice before. After I told them the truth they put the extra safety features back on the portal and started defending me, loudly. It was nice, kinda stifling, but nice.
"But then people started disappearing. We were so concerned with rounding up and hiding all the ghosts we didn't pay attention to the people and… and it was the GIW. They were pulling people with high levels of contamination off the street. But Amity Park had not one but two open, active portals; everyone was contaminated. They shut off the phones, the electricity, the water! There were still normal people just living there and they shut off the water! And wouldn't let anyone in or out, including truckers.
"So we had to pivot, start sneaking people out. We couldn't announce it, had to just knock on a family's door and tell them to pack everything and come with us. I'd make the GAV invisible and we'd drive through an area with no road, drop them off at the edge of Carsonville, turned around and did it all over again." Danny paused, looking off into the distance.
"Sounds like you saved a lot of people."
"It wasn't enough."
Jason let Danny have his moment, he knew what that feeling was like.
"I guess they figured out what we were doing, or they were always going to come for my friends and family eventually, we had the most exposure after all. We fought back, of course, and then it was a mad dash to get as many people and ghosts out of Amity Park while fighting off the US army. I tried to get my friends and family to go with them, but they refused to leave me behind. The other Phantom was the first to fall, his clone body was unstable and he wasn't a true halfa anymore, just a regular ghost overshadowing an empty shell. And Dani was never all the way stable to begin with, and Tucker was never very athletic… and then they got me.
"Some kind of new weapon, it was intense. I blacked out, and when I woke up it was to the aftermath. Everyone and everything was just… gone. No people, no ghosts, just me and… and the corpses."
"Okay, that's enough." Jason turned off the device and tucked it back away.
"I don't think I'm alive anymore," Danny murmured anyway. "I've tried transforming, but I can't."
Jason wasn't sure what to say to that, so instead he scooted to be closer to Danny and offered a hand. Danny slipped his hand into Jason's.
"I found Mom and Sam. I… I know what happened to Tucker, and I'm pretty sure there won't be anything to find of Dani or Phantom, but I haven't found anyone else. If Jazz or Dad or even Vlad were still out there I'm sure they'd've come back for me. I woke up in the basement and the Ops Center was crashed into the house, I think they left me there to recover and intentionally crashed the Ops Center so no one else could get down there, so they knew exactly where I was but… but…"
"But they never came back," Jason finished for him.
Danny sniffled.
Jason tugged on the kid's hand, meaning to scoot close enough to pull him into a side hug.
Danny crawled into Jason's lap and draped himself over his torso, sobbing loudly. Jason awkwardly patted the kid's back with one arm while the other wrapped around him. Jason could understand needing a hug while finally dealing with a bunch of emotions you'd been hiding from.
He nearly jumped when something freezing dripped onto his neck. Ah, right, ice powers. Fuck, that was cold as hell. The whole kid was cold as hell. And yeah, as Jason expected he didn't really weigh anything despite solidly sitting in Jason's lap. The kid was made of contradictions and seemed eternally stuck only half there.
At least Jason had the comm in his ear to keep him company while Danny had his break down.
"He said The Source but he didn't actually mean the The Source, right?"
"No mention of the Source Wall, so probably not?"
"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!"
"No way, it has to be just a language thing, the Ghost Source."
"Kid keeps saying ghost when I think he means spirit, like rectangles and squares."
"So it's the Spirit Zone?"
"Did you read Hood's report? He said it's also called The Infinite Realms."
"Friends with the flipping 'master of time' and calls himself The Bridge, and we tried to beat him up."
"It sounds like he's talking about the Spirit World, or Underhill, or Faerieland, or whatever you want to call it."
"The Ghost King. The Ghost King! The kid fought the goddamned Ghost King and its not even his biggest fight. Might not even be in his top five!"
"At least now we know why the GIW thought he was the Ghost King."
"Or they made that up to make him sound scarier."
"The entirety of existence almost ended at least twice and only didn't because of one emotionally unstable teen."
"To be fair he had help, other emotionally unstable teens."
"Focus," Diana barked. "Our main concern is finding a way to release the boy from his confines. Did any of what he told us reveal why he cannot leave Amity Park?"
The wailing and gnashing of teeth faded to mutters and more turning pages.
Jason continued to rub Danny's back, the kid had been through far too much and deserved to break down in peace. When Zatanna poked her head into the doorway Jason pointed back out. She nodded and slipped away.
Jason just sat there, still rubbing Danny's back as the sobbing slowly grew quieter. When some bald guy with white skin and a red suit floated through the wall Jason quickly pointed him back out again, but the man paid him no mind. Aw hell naw, Jason wasn't going to let anyone bother Danny until he calmed down again. Jason snapped his fingers and glared at the asshole, who looked up from where he'd been staring at Danny, a shocked look on his face. Jason motioned for him to leave again. The man looked around, then pointed at himself with his hairless eyebrows touching his non-existent hairline. Jason glared, pointed at the stupid D on the guy's chest, then pointed out of the room again. The guy, presumably Deadman based on Dick's descriptions, just stared at Jason in shock. Jason scowled all the harder, baring his teeth as he snapped his fingers in one last warning and pointed once more.
Deadman put his hands up and slowly floated back through the wall. Good riddance. Danny seemed to be calming down, just sniffling now. Jason went digging through the pockets of his cargo pants until he found the tissue packet (the one thing Bruce got right: always be prepared) and offered it to Danny. "Hey, little spook, want a tissue?"
There was another loud sniffle, then Danny finally pulled away a little. He was looking down, so Jason simply held the packet up where Danny could see it. Danny took the packet, then sat up more so he could open it. He seemed to suddenly realize just where he was sitting, his whole face lit up green. "S-sorry! I didn't mean…"
"It's fine," Jason waved off. "You've been through a lot of shit, even half of that would make anyone crash out."
Danny nodded, but still he sheepishly moved back to his own chair, sniffling as he fumbled with the tissue packet before finally managing to tear it open. Jason politely looked away, giving Danny a moment to gather himself before he'd eventually have to let the magic users start interrogating the kid.
Jason gave Danny time to calm down and clean himself up. It was odd watching someone who was clearly a ghost using something purely physical, even something as seemingly inconsequential as a tissue.
"I hate to do this to ya, kid, but shit's moving. Ready to talk to the others about what's going on right now?"
Danny took a moment to visibly steel himself, then nodded. God, it was just another reminder this kid had been doing the whole vigilante thing completely alone since he was fourteen.
Roy and Zatanna both poked their heads into the room before walking in, Deadman trailing behind them. When they first entered Danny sat up straighter, then knocked over his chair again as he shot to his feet.
"You can't be here!"
"Huh?" Roy asked.
Danny pointed at Deadman, "You're a ghost! You can't be here! You need to run before the GIW find you!"
"It's okay, Danny," Zatanna soothed. "I put up some sigils to block their sensors, it would only work so long against another mage, but it'll completely confuse technology."
Danny's arm drooped, "Oh."
Roy looked around wildly, then over to Jason in confusion.
"Deadman's here," was Jason's only reply.
Danny's nose scrunched up, "Deadman? Somehow that's the worst ghost name I've heard yet. And I've met Box Ghost."
There were a couple snorts, Zatanna held a hand up to her mouth to hide a smirk.
"It was my show name in life, what can I say?" Deadman said with a shrug. "Name's Boston Brand, you can just call me Boston." He floated closer to Danny and held a hand out.
"Danny, but I guess everyone here knows that." He shook Boston's hand.
"Yeah. And I just wanted to say sorry about the whole chasing ya down thing."
Danny hesitated at that, glancing over to Jason before focusing back on Boston. "It's… you guys didn't know."
"Yeah, but that don't make it okay."
"You stopped though, right? And you won't do it again?"
"Nah, kid, we won't," Boston promised.
"It's fine then, I guess."
"It helps they're all working to fix their mistake and help you now," Jason added.
Danny brightened up, "Yeah, it does!"
Zatanna cleared her throat, "Well, if that's out of the way, we have some serious matters to discuss."
Danny stood straighter and turned his full attention on Zatanna. Boston took up a lounging position in the air while Jason stayed in his chair and stretched.
"Roy, if you'd like to start?"
"Right." Roy stepped forward, "We have ground camp all set up, we brought enough supplies for a couple days and are working on a reliable method to sneak more in in case this takes too long. Since we managed to sneak in here and Z set up the sensor jamming sigils we're trying to have no outward signs there's anyone here. The extra help the JL sent are stationed around your old house-"
"It's still my home," Danny said firmly.
"Around your home," Roy corrected. "Partly to act as decoy and partly because the JLD think it's important and we shouldn't let the DEO mess with it."
"What's the JLD"
"Justice League Dark division," Jason filled in. "The magic users division."
"Why dark?" Danny asked, "It makes you guys sound like the bad guys."
"Anyway," Roy cut in. "We also have a few JL members stationed close enough to keep an eye on this building and the surrounding area in case the DEO do show up."
"Wow, all that just for me?"
"Sure thing, kid," Boston said.
"Of course!" Roy insisted over Boston. "You need of help, we're here to help."
Zatanna put a hand on Boston's shoulder, making him look a bit more solid. "There, that should stop any more accidents like that."
"What? What happened?" Roy asked.
"Don't worry about it," Jason waved off.
"What I was going to say," Boston started, "is that the DEO has targeted other ghosts over the years, one of them became a member of Young Justice. That's the division for sidekicks-"
"I figured that much out," Danny said sarcastically. "Wait, you guys work with ghosts?"
Everyone just gave Danny a deadpan stare for a moment. "Boston is a member of the JLD," Zatanna said, motioning to said ghost.
"Oh, right, that makes sense." Danny rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Basically, we also have a stake in this," Boston continued. "The DEO can't keep going around messing with shit they don't understand, it's only a matter of time before they royally screw us over."
"Plus the government should take responsibility for their own fuck up," Roy added in, "it's not right they blamed you for all their shady government shit."
"Truth, justice, and the American way," Jason quoted airily.
Roy snorted, "Aren't you I am vengeance, I am the night?"
Jason made a face, "Never imply I'm like Batman ever again."
"Badman?" Danny asked. "Like… a guy who is bad?"
"Bat, with a T," Zatanna corrected.
"Like a baseball bat?" Danny mimed swinging a baseball bat.
Jason burst into laughter.
"No, uh… mouse with wings," Roy said, then had to repeat a little louder over Jason's laughter.
Danny seemed to think the matter over, "Oh, so he's a really dedicated goth, like Sam."
Jason howled, sinking down the chair and half onto the floor. The echoing laughter from the rest of B's brood in his ear wasn't helping.
"Oh I have that on record," Barb tittered.
"Barbie, Barbie tell me you got a pic of B reacting," Jason wheezed.
"Live Bat reaction," Steph chimed in, like the chaos gremlin she was.
"Sadly he doesn't emote, you know this," Barb sighed.
"No names in the field," Bruce said tiredly. Jason could just see him rubbing his forehead, even if he knew the man wouldn't actually do it in costume. "And focus, we're in the middle of a mission."
"They have a long history," Roy told Danny, who was watching Jason with confused amusement.
"Okay, okay, I'm calm," Jason lied through continued laughter. "We should change the subject though."
"Right! So Danny, before I tell you about things on the magic end, I have a couple questions for you."
Danny turned his full attention on Zatanna, straightening his posture again.
"Are you the Ghost King?"
Danny's brows shot up, "Ancients, I hope not."
Everyone paused at that, then Zatanna hesitantly asked, "You're not sure?"
"No, no I am not the Ghost King!" Danny held his hands up, "The last I saw the crown Vlad still had it, and there's the Council of Observants running things now so I don't think there even is a king anymore. Or maybe Pariah still is? The Council's been running things since he got shoved in the sarcophagus." Danny trailed off, looking unsure of himself.
"Right, the Infinite Realms is not a monarchy anymore," Zatanna summarized. "Moving on, you said you don't think you're alive anymore but haven't found your body?"
Danny nodded.
"But you woke up in your basement?"
"I… yeah. With some supplies, but all alone."
"No body down there?"
"No????" Danny looked completely confused.
"We have a few theories, first and foremost is you likely still have your body. When you switch forms, do wounds also transfer?"
"Yeah, but I don't have any wounds right now?" Danny's voice kept lilting up, like he wasn't sure about Zatanna's questions.
"You said your powers are on the fritz and you keep rubbing your chest," Jason cut in.
"Also, the fact you can't leave Amity Park," Zatanna added. "Spiritual injuries can be very tricky; some heal near instantly, others can't without help."
"Oh," Danny said, absently rubbing at his solar plexus again.
"We have a few theories, the first is that you had a connection with your parents' portal and its destruction injured you."
"The power was cut pretty early, I was helping get people out of Amity after the portal went out. I wasn't like this until I got hit by that GIW weapon."
"That's something else, can you tell us more about the weapon that hurt you?"
"It… it sucked the ecto out of me. It felt like I was being drained, like I was bleeding out."
Jason frowned, how did Danny know what bleeding out felt like?
"And then," Danny continued, "when I woke up it felt like all of Amity Park had been hit by the same weapon."
"We're going to need to hear more about that," Zatanna said.
Danny shrugged, "Okay."
Zatanna said a spell, then sat down midair. Danny picked his chair back up and flopped into it again. Roy looked around, seemingly deciding between the furniture that still had a thin layer of dust on it or the ground.
"Oh shoot!" Danny hopped out of his chair and moved away from it, "Here, you can have my chair."
"No, it's okay, I can just stay standing," Roy insisted.
Danny floated up in the air, sitting cross legged. "I can do this."
"Or you can just do that." Roy laughed a little as he took over Danny's vacated seat. "Alright, so tell us more about the weapon that took you out." Roy winced as he realized what he just said.
"Yeah, like I said it felt like it was sucking the ecto out of me. When I woke up in the basement there were some ecto-shots waiting for me-"
"Shots?" Jason asked. "Like needles?"
"No, like little beakers, so like a shot glass worth. Like jello shots."
"You're sixteen, how do you even know what jello shots are?" Roy asked. Then he blushed as the others snickered, "Nevermind."
"Lian's still little, she doesn't know what jello shots are yet," Jason reassured.
Roy just groaned and hid his face in his hands.
"So, ecto-shots?" Zatanna reminded Danny.
"Right, so I drank them. The basement felt the same, I'm not sure if there was some sort of shielding or it was the residuals from the portal, but I didn't notice any difference. It wasn't until I went above ground that I felt it. It felt… uh… I'm not sure how to word it. Empty? Dry? There was just… no ecto in the air at all. And like I said, we had two active portals, Amity was more ecto saturated than anywhere else. I didn't even realize just how thick the ecto was in Amity until we went on a road trip, I knew there was less out in the surrounding countryside from when my family went camping, but going to places like L.A. made me realize just how little ecto there is in the rest of the world. Or country at least.
"But when I first left the basement somehow there was just none. No ecto anywhere in Amity Park. I didn't even know it could get that… that empty. Ecto just occurs naturally, it's a normal part of life. Granted it's in small doses usually, to be able to distill enough to even collect a sample usually only happens in high concentration areas. Relatively high concentration, compared to everywhere else. I guess Amity would be considered over saturated?"
"So what you're telling us," Jason decided to summarize before Danny started rambling, "is that the GIW had a weapon that sucked the ecto," and Jason still wasn't entirely sure what that was besides some kind of death energy goo, "right out of you and put you on your ass so hard you didn't wake up until well after everything was over and the same weapon was used on a large scale in Amity Park."
"Yeah, that sounds about right," Danny said. "And there were no ghosts sticking around either. Not just Poindexter not haunting his locker any more, but all the ghost animals and even blob ghosts are all gone. Amity Park used to have a whole ecosystem of ghost. Ectosystem?"
"I noticed the lack of spiritual energy when I got here," Boston cut in before Danny could get sidetracked.
"I also noticed," Zatanna agreed. "For this to have happened so long ago and the area not to have at least evened out with the surrounding areas…" She trailed off for a moment, forehead furrowed in thought. "The spiritual energies from the surrounding areas should've started seeping back in, if not have rushed in to fill the vacuum."
"Salted the Earth?" Roy offered. "Can they do that? Leave behind some kind of ecto energy sucking residue?"
"It's possible…" Zatanna trailed off, clearly thinking things over. "It's also possible this lack of energy is why Danny hasn't healed yet."
"It's like trying to heal from a stab wound while starving," Jason guessed.
"What about your basement?" Zatanna turned her attention back to Danny. "What are the energy levels like now?"
"Oh they uh… they faded a long time ago." Danny hesitated, mouth open and looking at them warily. "How long has it been, exactly?"
Everyone froze at that. Roy quickly looked off to the side, Boston twiddled his thumbs and looked up at the ceiling, Zatanna looked down at the floor while Jason glared at her.
"A long time," Zatanna finally settled on.
"I know," Danny said a bit angrily. "I know it's been years, I just… I lost track. A while ago."
Jason reached out and put a hand on Danny's knee, "Long enough that we think we shouldn't tell you while you're injured."
Danny nodded sadly, "I guess so."
"What about the basement lab under this place?" Roy suddenly asked. "You said this is where that Vlad guy lived, he had a basement lab and a portal down there too, right?"
Danny's pale skin somehow became even paler. "I uh…"
"It's probably faded too," Jason said dismissively.
"Did it fade or did Danny absorb it?" Roy asked.
Everyone looked to Zatanna, then back over to Danny, who began to fidget as he looked down at the floor. "Vlad had a batch of clones… of me… on life support… the power went out… and it's been years… rotting or m-melting…"
"You don't have to go," Jason cut in quickly. "Just show us the entrance and we'll go down and have a look around. Deadman here can tell you how the ecto-levels feel or whatever."
Danny nodded, "Yeah… yeah I can do that." He put his feet back down on the floor and started leading the way, everyone else trailing after him. The stairs Artemis and Biz had destroyed were a bit of a problem, what with them being on the second floor and the entrance to the basement being on the ground floor.
"So, guess it was a good thing Vlad had another batch of clones for your evil future alternate," Roy commented.
"Ugh!" Danny declared. "It's the worst! Why did he have to keep trying to clone me? Why did he think an exact copy of me would like him better than actual me? Really?"
"Evil billionaires, they're all the same," Roy said while shaking his head.
"Pretty sure evil and billionaire are synonyms," Jason added.
"More like rectangles and squares," Roy shot back. "All billionaires are evil, but not all evil people are billionaires."
Jason just nodded sagely while Danny laughed, "He was a fucking fruit loop, that's for sure."
Jason mock gasped, "Who taught the baby to fucking cuss?"
Danny laughed at that, showing off a pair of wicked fangs. Jason was just glad they managed to pull him out of his mood.
Danny moves to Gotham, hear him out! There's really good jobs there that pay through the nose and the cost of living is cheap!
Plus, the city is riddled with heroes and vilains! It's so easy to slip under the radar!
Unfortunately, there are so many civilian casualties. Like, all the time. Even in Metropolis!
So Danny, for his first year in Gotham, opens small portals to the Far Frozen and gets schooled on being a field medic. None of his powers can really be used for healing, but they can make people feel better. He just has to be careful to be as far removed from the Phantom moniker as possible, so he can't use any obvious powers.
He gets a bit of a reputation in Gotham; a small time hero of the people, for the people. A hero not invested in fighting, but in dragging civilians away from the danger. He doesn't even have a moniker; people are too busy arguing over the best one for him.
So while aliens are attacking both Metropolis and Gotham, Danny is out in full kit; a gas mask to hide his face, all black, repurposed kevlar from the vests the GCPD did not properly dispose of, no identifying markers.
But one of the clean up crews notices something insanely worrying; the geiger counter they have to point at alien spaceship parts? Yeah. Yeah, it's going off when they point it at the new small-time hero.
That hero's power is radioactivity. Holy shit. It's not at a level that will hurt people, but when he's dodging through fighting the level goes up.
The clean up crew concludes and shares via Twitter that the medic-hero is only a danger to others if he gets too stressed.
Word spreads fast, and pretty soon the absolute second Danny shows up on a scene, all fighting stops.
After all, no one wants to piss off the living Nuclear Bomb.
Basically, Danny's ghost-everything sets off Geiger counters, and now absolutely everyone is convinced that the medic-themed hero only refuses to fight because his meta power is just...being radioactive.
But he isn't.
So now, because it's the perfect cover and completely disassociated from Phantom, he has to play along and pretend like yes; that is his power.
@dcxdpdabbles OKAY- SO- I read the comment section- and in the original post it’s said that people can’t decide what to call him right?
So it’s comes to the split between Curie & Nightingale right? Now I’d love to imagine that it’s debated on the tumblr and redit of the DCU- but I digress.
Danny’s great fun for the cover story, he is, honest! But maybe it got a little … too out of hand? Like it’s nice and all that people stop fighting- but turns out that’s only the ones who apparently have some sense of self preservation.
Cue his encounter with Atomic Skull.
The first thing Danny picks up on that sets this battle field apart from the rest is the weird almost buzz in the air, yet the air itself feels stale in the weirdest way.
The second thing is the bright blast of light coming straight towards him.
Now Danny would never admit to being out of practice, but he has been in Gotham for around 7-8 months now, and people have all but stopped attacking things within a 2 block radius of his known position. (He has found that citizens during lockdown will claims he’s in vicinity just to get the rough of the day to bugger off)
Back to that bright ass light cause ‘WOW OKAY THATS HMMMMM WHAT WAS THAT’ is what he’s left with when it washes over him completely. As he’s blinking away the few spots in his vision he notices that the dude who sent that shot at him, from what little of his face he can see, looks paler than from ghosts he’s encountered! And that’s saying something!
But then this guy, this guy has the GULL to point a charging blast at a little red headed girl trying desperately to cover her little brother who’s semi trapped under some rubble. And Danny decides that playing pacifist is no longer an option.
He won’t be Phantom- but Phantom’s not needed here, oh no, Danny’s been getting at least a little bit of muscle on his frame from dragging and lifting people from danger zones.
He rolls his shoulders, cracks his neck, and dead sprints at this piece of something that would have even Sam and Tuk gasping
And he DECKS this ugly puke colored bitch with a satisfying CRACK.
The street so silent you could hear a pin drop.
And honestly? The guy went down with one hit, and Danny knows for a fact he’s not all that strong (leave him along the trash is heavy sometimes and the dumpster is down two flights of stairs!)
Next thing the witnesses know he’s rushing around like normal (the new Gotham during & post-battle normal) help people out of rubble, pulling antiseptics and gauze in near infinite supply from his pockets and fanny pack, and ensuring those unable to move are relocated.
When the police and ambulances finally get their everyone is still mildly unsure if what they witnessed was real, that skinny but somehow built small-time peoples hero shrugging off a blast that disintegrates apartment building then running faster that the eye can track and punching Atomic Skull right in the face while glowing in a faint green.
Meanwhile the Bats are desperately trying to figure out not only where this kid has disappeared to but also if they need to Heavily, with a capital H, reconsider what threat tier they put this Curie Nightingale person in
(and maybe see if he would like to hangout with any of the bats on a late night Batburger run)
I love this, and can't get out of my head that his identity... isn't really secret. Danny hadn't really thought about disguises in Amity, okay? His built up Curie's protection gear piece by piece to help alleviate the concern the city has for him (and to keep up appearances - ripping off a lead vest and placing it over someone before he leans into his ghosty/radioactive nature to protect them gives him extra brownie points) and so there are people in the know. It means you get interactions like this.
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A woman slams down her cup on the counter, interrupting Frank's attempts to order.
"I said I wanted a soy latte. This is regular milk. I'm lactose intolerant. Are you trying to kill me? Because I'll sue. I'll sue you so hard-"
Frank likes this cafe. Coffee is decent, the sandwiches are well stuffed, and Danny works here. The city likes to keep his tip jar full, for obvious reasons. Most people who come don't mind the news instead of music on the radio, they say nothing when Danny suddenly takes an hour break. And they are utterly polite because Curie's radiation levels raise under stress.
Frank can see it. Danny's shoulders tensing. The flash of green in his eyes.
Frank snags the coffee from the woman. The shock on her face cuts off her tirade. She's frozen, then shakes it off to turn to Frank, face turning red.
"You should be nicer," he says.
"Nicer? This place is trying to kill me-"
Danny places a receipt on the counter. It's the same order number as on the coffee in Frank's hand. It doesn't say soy latte.
"You also shouldn't lie." Danny's smile is bright. "We're called Cozy Coffee for a reason, we encouge soft vibes here. Get out."
"If you don't," says a voice from a corner booth that sounds supsiciously like Red Hood, "I'll toss you out."
Frank does not turn around. But the woman leaves and he watches Danny take a deep breath. "You wanted a chai latte, yeah? Thanks for the assist. It's on me."
Frank wants to thank him for the help getting to safety two days ago, but that's not an allowed conversation. So he says thanks, stuffs a twenty in the tip jar, and does not look at the corner booth when he leaves.
(TW: Gore, Blood, not sure if there are other triggers so someone tell me and I’ll edit it)
Danny had always had a deep kernel of belief that his parents would accept him as Phantom. However that kernel was quite deep and covered by anxiety and paranoia. After all, they even sometimes worked with ghosts when the time came for it! He had even tried to tell them more than once, though his nervousness and the constant interruptions meant he hadn’t managed that yet.
So when his parents declared they were going to Gotham because of ghost rumors, Danny was dragged along and disgruntled because Gotham, while have higher ecto levels, was no where near enough to hide his ecto-signature when in ghost form.
Of course, nothing could have prepared him for what would happen 3 days into their stay. A fuzzy thought tickled the back of his mind as he stared in shock. ‘Did I really believe that they would change? Or was I just in denial?’
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Jason stood on a rooftop as Red Hood, on his usual patrol. There had been an Arkham breakout recently and a decent few of the big time Rouges were still out. Unfortunately he had been getting a bad feeling about tonight, so his paranoia was ramped up and he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.
Then he spotted a kid. Male, dark hair, kinda short, maybe 5ft 5in. He staggered about in a daze, and when a glint of light hit him, blood covered his clothes. Foreboding slipped in and Jason immediately connected his com. “Hey, just a gut feeling here but I need Red and Black Bat to join me at my location. Got a kid covered in blood.”
Grappling down to the street he barely focused on the confirmation they were on their way. Landing near the kid he realized that his clothes had quite a bit of blood on them, and worry began to worm in that he was injured worse than he thought. “Kid?” Jason called out.
Not seeing the kid react he slowly got closer and reached out, gently grasping his arm. Turning the kid around, his eyes were glazed in shock, murmuring something Jason couldn’t make out. Hearing the thwip of a grapple, Red Robin and Black Bat landed near him.
“The kid is in shock, not reacting to outside stimulus. He seems to be murmuring something but it’s too quiet to hear.” Jason stated.
Red moved closer, “Is he injured?”
Jason shook his head. “Can’t tell.”
BB tilted her head. “Use com to see what he is saying?”
Red hmmed. “Yeah.” Clicking his com on, he sent out to all the others, “Everyone be quiet on coms for a bit. The kid is saying something too quiet to hear so we are gonna see if putting a com near his mouth will allow us to hear it.”
After getting confirmation from the other BB took a spare com and placed it near the kids mouth. Jason was not expecting what he heard.
“They killed someone. They Ended him.”
And somewhere deep inside Jason, he felt the part that always been the pits Shudder. He didn’t know exactly what the kid was talking about but somehow he felt he knew. Someone had just been erased from existence.
Swearing, Jason called out to Oracle. “O, find out where this kid came from, I don’t know exactly what is going on but the part about Ending someone made the pits react. Whatever it is isn’t good.”
Jason could practically feel a grim atmosphere take over all the Bats and Birds at the mention of the Pit reacting. Hopefully whatever this was had nothing to do with Ra’s.
Jason looked over to the other two, “Let’s get the kid to a safe house, check him for injuries and get him cleaned up.” Picking the kid up, they grappled away.
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Bruce hoped against hope this didn’t have anything to do with the LOA. As he followed the trail Oracle had traced from the boy Hood found, Nightwing and Robin by his side, he focused on silently entering the house before him.
With silent signals they split up, checking for other occupants. Receiving confirmation that no one was upstairs, they gathered at the basement door and slowly went down the stairs, following a trail of blood which was assumed to be from the boy leaving the scene.
Turning on the lights, they were unprepared for the sight before them. The Joker was strapped to a table, dead, his chest open like an autopsy. Blood was covering the floor in a pool, and splattered over many tools sitting nearby.
Many of his organs had been… removed and placed in jars. Weirdest of all was a small, broken, circular object sitting nearby, the color a faded purple green.
Computers glow. The giant penny looms. The T-Rex looks like it’s judging everyone equally.
Danny spins once in the chair.
Then twice.
“Okay, I’m just gonna say it—this place? Super cool. Very dramatic. Love the aesthetic.”
Silence.
Across from him stands Batman, arms crossed, cape pooling like a storm cloud.
To the side, Damian Wayne watches like he’s waiting for a confession—or an excuse to stab someone.
“…Stop spinning,” Batman says.
Danny stops.
Immediately starts tapping the armrest instead.
“So,” Danny says brightly, “is this the part where you ask if I’m secretly evil or—”
“You were stabbed.”
Straight to it.
Danny nods. “Yeah, that happens sometimes.”
Damian cuts in, sharp: “You did not react.”
“I reacted! I said ‘again?’ That’s a reaction.”
“That is not a normal reaction.”
Danny leans back.
“Okay, define normal. Because I feel like Gotham might not be the best baseline.”
Batman steps closer.
“Focus.”
Danny straightens a little.
Not intimidated—just… cooperative-ish.
“You were impaled,” Batman says. “Multiple times. No shock. No blood loss. Rapid tissue regeneration.”
Danny raises a finger. “Okay, small correction—I do have blood loss. It’s just… temporary.”
Damian’s eye twitches.
“…Explain.”
Danny considers.
Then shrugs.
“Alright, so—uh—when I was fourteen, I died.”
Silence.
Absolute.
Damian: “…You what.”
Batman doesn’t move.
Doesn’t blink.
“Continue.”
Danny gestures vaguely. “Yeah, so, long story short, portal accident, electricity, ectoplasm, boom—dead. Then not dead. Kind of both. It’s a whole thing.”
Damian stares at him like he’s just spoken in another language.
“You are claiming to be—what—resurrected?”
Danny wiggles his hand. “More like… rebooted?”
Batman’s voice stays level.
“You’re describing a Lazarus event.”
Danny perks up. “Oh! Is that your glowing pit thing? Yeah, no, mine was way less fancy. More ‘mad science gone wrong’ vibes.”
Damian looks deeply offended on behalf of the Pit.
“There is nothing ‘less fancy’ about—”
“Focus,” Batman cuts in again.
His gaze hasn’t left Danny.
“Your body doesn’t behave like a normal human’s.”
Danny nods. “Correct.”
“Or a standard metahuman.”
“Also correct.”
“…Then what are you?”
Danny grins.
“Complicated.”
Damian takes a step forward.
“You will answer.”
Danny points at him. “Okay, see, that tone? That’s the tone people use right before I stop answering.”
A beat.
Batman shifts—subtle.
“Then help me understand.”
Different approach.
Quieter.
It works.
Danny exhales.
“…I heal because I’m not fully… solid? Like, my body’s kinda half energy, half physical. So when something messes it up, it just… snaps back.”
He makes a little boop motion with his hands.
“Like auto-correct, but for organs.”
Damian looks horrified.
Batman looks… intrigued.
“You phased,” Damian says suddenly. “In the corridor.”
Danny blinks. “Did I?”
“You displaced your form.”
Danny winces. “Okay, yeah, that one I do on purpose sometimes.”
“…Sometimes.”
“Look, it’s not my fault if I forget which setting I’m on, okay?”
Batman circles slightly.
Predatory. Analytical.
“You allowed yourself to be captured.”
Danny shrugs. “I mean… yeah.”
“Why.”
Danny thinks about it.
“…I was curious.”
Damian makes a strangled noise. “You were—curious.”
“Yeah! I’ve never been kidnapped by ninja assassins before. That felt like a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”
“You have no survival instinct.”
Danny smiles. “Incorrect. I just have different win conditions.”
Batman stops.
That lands.
“You weren’t afraid,” he says.
Danny hesitates.
Just a flicker.
“…Not of them,” he admits.
That also lands.
Damian narrows his eyes.
“Then what are you afraid of?”
Danny goes quiet.
For once.
The cave hum fills the gap.
Then—
he shrugs it off.
“Eh. Existential stuff. You know. Tests. Dentists. Taxes.”
Damian: “…You are lying.”
Danny: “Yeah, a little.”
Batman lets it go.
For now.
“You mentioned Vlad Masters,” he says instead.
Danny groans immediately. “Ugh, can we not? He’s the worst.”
“He was present.”
“Yeah, he does that. Creepy rich guy with invisibility issues.”
“…Invisibility issues.”
“Like, emotionally. Not just power-wise.”
Damian looks at Batman.
“…We are allowing this to continue?”
Batman ignores him.
“You heal from fatal injuries,” he says. “You can phase through matter. You were unaffected by League-level combatants.”
Danny raises a hand.
“Okay, small correction—I was affected. It just didn’t stick.”
Batman studies him for a long moment.
Then—
“You’re not staying unsupervised.”
Danny blinks.
“…Wait, what.”
Damian crosses his arms. “Obviously.”
“You are a security risk.”
“I am a student.”
“You are an anomaly.”
Danny points between them. “You guys literally dress like nocturnal cryptids and I’m the anomaly?”
No one answers.
Because.
Fair.
Danny leans back in the chair again.
“So what, I’m grounded now?”
Batman turns away, already moving toward the computer.
“You’re staying where I can see you.”
Danny lights up.
“…Does that mean I get to hang out here?”
Damian: “No.”
Batman: “…Temporarily.”
Danny grins.
“Nice.”
A beat.
Then—
“Hey, quick question.”
Neither of them like that tone.
“…What,” Damian says.
Danny tilts his head.
“On a scale from ‘totally fine’ to ‘mildly concerning,’ how weird is it that getting stabbed barely registers anymore?”
DPxDC AU where Fatson Todd is a blob ghost that acquired just enough sentience to take on distinct characteristics. And what it ended up with?
Well, this particular blob ghost hangs aroung Gotham, bouncing imperceptibly around Crime Alley and feeding on all the startlingly arrayed emotions there. It latches onto one source in particular, a recently moved-into-the-neighborhood Halfa and honorary Outlaw Danny Phantom, who has a huge goopy crush on the Red Hood.
As it turns out, that huge goopy crush has a transformative impact on how our blob ghost manifests. Hence: Fatson Todd.
Whether Danny, Jason, or some Bat finds him first, it's going to be a fun time.
Danny will just have to figure out, though, how he can spin this very damning turn of events into something less mortifying.
Fatson fully does not comprehend that Jason Means It and, in the manner of a cartoon mouse or duckling walking into the open mouth of a cat or crocodile, seeks Jason out constantly. Fatson is also, like those cartoons, saved by accidents of circumstance every time.
Jason is fuming. Danny thinks it's sweet how much time Jason spends with his blob ghost (son?). Jason wants to end this little usurper who monopolizes Danny's attention and has the audacity to rub it in his face.
Jason, seething with rage and jealousy, miming slitting Fatson's throat behind Danny's back. Danny, oblivious, patting and squishing the little Fatson in his lap, calling him his special little guy. So handsome, so sweet, so perfect just the way he is.
Danny, projecting all his feelings towards Jason onto this little blob, because they're friends and Danny doesn't want to risk losing him as a friend if he confesses. Because Danny is still a little younger, a little softer, not quite at the level of emotional maturity, that possible rejection of romantic affections doesn't mean a friendship would go up in flames.
The mutual pining is driving them both crazy, but Danny has an outlet that Jason doesn't. And thus, like a kettle, the pressure will build until Jason screams, throws the blob out of Danny's lap, takes its place, and says, No, I'm your special boy goddammit!!
The audacity of this punk. Jason set the pitcher of filtered water - filter upgraded with Bat-tech, because who knew what the fuck in Gotham’s water supply made it past the city’s filtration and your standard Brita - down on the counter with a little more force than usual. A hard breath vented through his nose while he watched the scene playing out in front of him.
This safehouse was a studio, which meant that from where he stood in the kitchen he had an uninterrupted sightline on the idiot fuck he’d invited here and the other, littler, more infuriating idiot fuck that he hadn’t invited. Phantom - Danny - floated about a half-inch over his couch, tossing the pretender blob ghost up into the air, cooing when it flew back to him with enthusiasm.
Complete with flailing, stubby little limbs, spherical body modeled after Jason’s own Red Hood getup wobbling, wide eyes watery and stupid no matter what the hell was happening around him. Damian, the traitor, had taken to calling the thing Fatson Todd.
He’d almost run him through with the All Blades for that. Damian or Fatson, it didn’t matter particularly to him.
What did matter was that, despite having spent the last month all but waving a Pride flag in Phantom’s face, tossing rose petals at him or - even more absurdly - actually telling Danny that he wanted to take him out in the way he usually didn’t mean, Phantom hadn’t gotten the message. He would have been tempted to think the other was just trying to let him down easy, pride of the other kind intact, except Phantom reacted to all his hints, tells, and advances with everything short of actual recognition.
Deep green blushes, clawed hands scratching nervously at the back of his neck, the ambient temperature dipping with his emotional spikes. It was pretty telling.
And yet, here Phantom was, playing with the damned blob instead of the six-foot wall of muscle and chiseled jawline that was trying, very earnestly, not to blow the fuck up.
“Gah, Ancients, aren’t you just the sweetest thing?” Phantom laughed, falling back so that the axis of his levitation shifted by nearly ninety degrees when Fatson barreled into his chest. “I could just love on you all day. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Fatson?”
Phantom then pinched the blob’s imitation cheeks. Jason seethed. The usurper hadn’t let him get a proper hour alone with Phantom since he’d been found and promptly delivered to him. When Fatson wasn’t with Phantom, he was with Jason and flaunting the comedy of errors that had been his attempts to End the little thing with a deliberacy that Jason knew was there behind his wide, vacant eyes.
Like - Jason gaped - just now. Fatson looked up from Danny’s ministrations, met Jason’s eyes, and began to babble cheerily, core resonating with the frequency that Jason had only recently been learning to parse but which undeniably elicited excitement, love, mine mine mine.
And in Jason’s own safehouse.
He met the little ecto-bastard’s eyes and aggressively mimed slitting his throat.
The gesture ceased, though, as soon as Danny followed Fatson’s gaze across the way to Jason. “Oh, Jay, would you grab one of those ecto-cicles from the freezer? I think your kid’s earned a snack.”
He fought valiantly not to grimace. This was the other indignity he’d been suffering lately: Phantom’s insistence that Fatson was somehow Jason’s son. All because Jason was unwilling to get the thing in front of Danny when he was so clearly enamored with it. It had taken all of his willpower not to explode when Danny claimed that, since Fatson had gained the ecto necessary for corporeality from him and had modeled himself after Jason, he was their. kid.
“Sure,” he tried not to grit his teeth. “Anything for the kid.”
“That’s why you’d make such a good dad,” Danny said, then seemed to cringe, dark green spreading high across his cheekbones, before returning his attention to Fatson with a vengeance.
He was going to lose it.
“Aren’t you just the handsomest boy? The sweetest?”
He was going to fucking lose it.
“I love you so much Fatson,” Danny’s voice lowered, but not enough that Jason couldn’t catch it. “My special boy -”
Before Jason was quite aware of what he was doing, he’d crossed the room, scruffed the imposter by the back of his fake ecto collar, and tossed him back over his shoulder -
and sat, squarely and heavily, in Phantom’s lap.
“No. No. No. Screw that thing, I’m your special boy Ancients damnit -” Then, realizing what he’d just done -
“FUCK!”
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Danny and Damian are friends (also known as: Damian has a crush on Danny) Part 6
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5
A/N: Why ya'll wanna see Damian make a fool of himself?! 🤣 But for this I had another idea, I mean, sooner or later Damian's older siblings were gonna know.
“Hey Tim, isn’t that Damian?” Kon asks his boyfriend.
Jaime, Kon and Tim had arrived back to Earth not even a couple hours ago from an off-planet mission and to not bother Alfred the three young heroes decided to grab a bite at Bat-Burger and then burn some extra energy at Gotham’s skate park before going to their respective homes for some well deserved rest.
“What would Damian be doing at the skate park, Kon?” Tim questions the taller male as he recovers from a jump.
“No, babe, that’s definitely your brother.” Kon insists. “And holly-molly he’s not alone.” He adds as he gently holds Tim’s chin and makes him look Damian’s way.
Far away but still in plain view, is Damian, wearing a pair of black and loose street pants, his favorite casual pair of black combat boots and a blue cotton sweatshirt with Nightwing’s logo in it, along Damian is another boy, similar in height but different in built, Tim’s younger brother having more muscle. The other boy is pale, paler than Tim even, with big and bright ice-blue eyes and hair as black as charcoal. The unknown boy is wearing a pair of old looking, ripped blue jeans, a pair of well-worn red sneakers and a hoodie with Martian Manhunter logo.
“Maria Purisima.” Jaime mumbles in spanish, completely in disbelieve. “He is smiling?!” he revers back to english.
Tim can feel his face twisting in confusion, his mind not giving credit to what his eyes see.
Damian is riding a skateboard; Tim can see his legs shake. The unknown boy then hurries and holds Damian’s hands! And then Tim watches the unknown boy do the most patient face Tim has ever seen a teen boy do as he starts to gently pull Damian along. The unknown boy pulls Damian around and when they turn Damian lifts his face and his face goes slack in horror as his vibrant green eyes lock with Tim’s cornflower blue ones.
The unknown boy notices Damian distress and also turns to see what is bothering Tim’s little brother and when he sees Tim, he reacts in a much more positive manner than Damian. The boy first was surprised, then he turned to ask something to Damian – Isn’t that your brother? Kon helpfully tells them what the boy said – and then happily waves towards Tim and his group.
“We should go say hi.” Kon tells them what the boy said as they three watch the unknown boy push Damian still on the skateboard to where they were standing.
“Holy shit, your brother is actually letting him manhandle him!” Jaime in not processing what’s happening.
“Shhh, they’re here!” Kon whisper scolds.
“Damian.” Tim greets as the afore mentioned slowly rolls to a stop in front of him.
Damian has already settled himself and instead of the look of surprised horror that he sported mere seconds ago he now is glaring daggers at Tim, who is still slightly confused as to why his little brother is at the skate park.
“Timothy.” Damian greets – more like growls – back. “I thought you and your friends were out of town?”
“We arrive a couple hours ago… We, uhm, didn’t want to bother Alfred so we decided to grab something at Bat-Burger.”
“Are you not goin’ to introduce us to your friend, Dames?” Kon interrupts, earning himself the green blaze that is Damian’s glare.
“Tt.” Damian seethes in annoyance but then he does something unexpected, he sighs in tired defeat, and then answers. “This is Daniel, he is a friend from school.” The youngest of the Wayne brood informs as a soft blush paints his cheeks.
That’s when it hits Tim fully on the face like a bitch slap. HOLY FUCKING SHIT DAMIAN HAS A CRUSH ON THIS KID?!
“Hi, I’m Danny.” Previously unknown boy says as he shakes Tim’s hands. “It’s an honor to meet you Mr. Drake-Wayne! I’m a fan of your work!” Danny exposes himself as a fanboy as he energetically shakes Tim hand up and down, a hand shake that Damian terminates with a karate chop.
“That’s enough, Daniel. You don’t need to belittle yourself before the likes of him.” Damian pouts.
Tim is having the best day of his life. He wants so bad to maniacally laugh but he has a reputation to uphold here, so instead he says. “It’s a pleasure Danny. These are my boyfriend, Kon, and my friend, Jaime. And just Tim its fine, I hope Damian hasn’t been causing too much trouble for you?”
“Dami is the coolest person I’ve ever meet! If anything, I’m the one giving him trouble.” Danny answers. “He’s been so very helpful and kind to me, I’m really happy that he is my friend.” With every word the faintly freckled boy says Damian’s blush grows and darkens.
Oh Gods this is gold! Tim maniacally thinks. “I’m glad to hear that. Between you and me, Damian sometimes can be a bit intense.”
“Pfffff, Damian is a puppy is we compare him to some of my friends back in Illinois.”
And Damian blushes so hard when Danny said that he is a puppy! Tim is never gonna let him live this down.
“Have you both eaten already? We wouldn’t mind a second round at Bat-Burger.” Tim offers in hopes of keep making Damian blush.
Damian is about to respond to his brother but Danny beats him to it. “Actually… I made some vegan stuff for Damian and I to snack on in case we got hungry.” Danny says as he looks at Damian with uncertainty, a faint rosy-blush is blooming on his pale face.
“You did?” Damian asks and, oh, he sounds so gone.
“I mean, you once mentioned that Bat-Burger doesn’t have enough vegan options and that sometime the fries are to grease and that makes you feel weird in your stomach, so yeah, I know some vegan recipes and I thought, hey, maybe Dami would like it.” Danny says as he nervously rubs the back of his neck, the rosy blush getting darker.
“In that case I guess we’ll leave you to it, then.” Kon says as he grabs Tim by one arm.
“Yeah, we’ll go now. You guys keep having fun.” Jaime adds a he grabs Tim’s other arm.
“B-But…” Tim tries to fight back but Kon and Jaime are already pulling him along.
“See ya, guys!” Kon says as good bye.
“It was nice meeting you, Danny!” Jaime says.
“Oh, yeah! I was nice meeting you too!” Danny reacts, happily waving good bye as the three older males walk away. “He wasn’t as bad as you said.” Danny tells Damian when Tim and co are finally out of view.
“Tt, he’s insufferable.” Damian huffs as he glares at the last spot where he saw his brother.
Danny and Damian are friends (also known as: Damian has a crush on Danny) Part 5
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4
Alright, but what happened on Danny’s end? Why is he in Gotham?
Looking for a way to get rid of all ghosts Jack and Maddie start to officially work for the G.I.W.
While diving into the portal with the Specter Speeder, Maddie, Jack and two G.I.W. agents find the Sarcophagus of forever Sleep (which wasn’t easy at all since they had to sort a lot of traps before reaching the room where they found the sarcophagus).
Thinking that the sarcophagus was a sort of weapon for ghosts (because why else would they put the sarcophagus somewhere so far and hidden) they take it back to the living realm and start to study it to use it to finally completely exterminate all the ghosts in the ghost zone.
The reason why neither Danny or Jazz noted any of this was because Jazz was with his class in a school trip to check out the different colleges they could attend and Danny was in a field trip with his class to Yellowstone.
Unsurprisingly, all goes to hell. The G.I.W. manage to completely open the sarcophagus right when Danny and Jazz come back from their respective trips. Taken by surprise, Danny ends up extremely injured in his second fight against Pariah Dark, this time with a lot of casualties, Jazz, Sam, Tucker and Val die, their liminal souls absorbed by Pariah Dark, and Jack and Maddie in a desperate intent to destroy the monster that came out from the sarcophagus overheat the portal. Danny is weakened and sad and so tired, so he transforms in front of his parents as he faints when they tried to also destroy Phantom, when they see their unconscious son where their sworn enemy used to stand, they completely loose it and as the portal explodes Maddie and Jack are frozen middle shot.
Clockwork stops time micro seconds before the energy blasts hits Danny (who has once again defeated Pariah Dark in combat and this time his anger made him consume PD’s core, this way completely erasing him from the face of every realm, not even the Void could reclaim PD before Danny ended him). And as the home realm of Danny Fenton is completely obliterated by the explosion the Fenton portal creates (all souls in the realm immediately turning into the most primal form of ectoplasm and returning to the Void), Clockworks carry Danny away to safety.
While Danny is in a pseudo comma while his core assimilates PD’s powers, Clockwork has an emergency meeting with the observants where the general consensus is that now Clockwork, Pandora and Frostbite are the young king’s official caretakers.
Pandora and Frostbite insist that Danny still needs to continue his mortal life so he can develop a stable mindset and find closure.
Lady Gotham offers her city as sanctuary for the young king, saying that her knights would be good friends for him.
Clockwork has the last word; he accepts lady Gotham’s proposal and with Ghost Writer and Technus’s help they create a new identity for Danny… and if Clockwork decided to join his ward for bit and have a taste of normal, human life, well, it’s not like they can actually stop him.
When Danny regains consciousness Dani hugs him and cries with him… they cry for a whole week.
He befriends Damian after they both stab each other in the hand with a pen because they both thought that the other was a bully.
Danny is very grateful for Damian who is funny and patient and listens and that is a little bit messed up in the head but that only adds to his charm.
Oh, Danny definitely knows that the Waynes are the Bats but Not his zoo, not his animals. Besides, he is now a retired vigilante.
Danny still does help in whatever way he can though. He is known as fix it Danny in his current neighborhood. Adults take their appliances to him for fixing, children and teens take their toys, skateboards, bicycles and roller-skates to him for fixing. All for the very cheap price of junk food (usually cookies, brownies and cupcakes, one time a bunch of kids gave him a jumbo-sized bag of sour gummy worms for him to fix their go-cart).
Danny doesn’t know that Damian takes pictures of him when he is distracted.
Danny doesn’t have a crush on Damian… he just thinks he is pretty and funny and intelligent and handsome and his eyes are so pretty and his accent is so sexy (he really likes the way Damian says his name, sounds like Danyal instead of Daniel and it’s just so ugh!), and he is so artistic and he has a cow! (as you can see, Danny is clearly in denial)
Clockwork approves.
Danny does use his powers while in Gotham. He uses his invisibility and other powers to sometimes patrol around the neighborhood (Danny: it’s not vigilantism, Clockwork, I’m just a concerned neighbor!).
Danny and Damian are friends (also known as: Damian has a crush on Danny) PART 4
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3
Context: This father-son talk happens sometime between part 2 and part 3.
“Father.” Damian calls one good night some hours before patrol. The boy is standing by Bruce’s office in the manor. Inside the room Bruce was organizing some W.E. files for the meeting he and Tim are gonna have tomorrow with the actionists. “Pennyworth said you wanted to talk to me?”
“Yes, Damian.” Bruce answers, the is a reassuring smile on his lips. In all honesty he is neither upset or worried, he finds the whole thing quite endearing and sweet actually (at least he is not following some dangerous vigilantes around the city at night like certain boy whose name starts with a T used to do), but Alfred had told him to talk to Damian about healthy boundaries. “I’m so sorry, chum, but Alfred told me about Daniel.” Damian’s eyes go so big Bruce feared that his features would get stuck like that.
“The treason!” Damian hisses like a strangled kitten.
“He is extremely worried, Damian.” Bruce defends his parental figure. “But don’t worry, you are not in trouble.”
“I’m not?” Damian now looks at his father with incredulity, one eyebrow up in curiosity.
“You’re not.” I actually find all of this quite adorable. Bruce says and thinks. “I used to do the same with Selina when we were younger.” Bruce admits with a soft rosy blush painting his pale cheeks.
“And Kyle allowed it?” Now Damian is amused. He is usually not very fond of the embarrassing stories his father and paramour share but Selina Kyle would never allow anyone to just follow her around, Batman or not.
“I know right?” Bruce chuckles. “But you recognize the difference, right? Selina is trained, Daniel is not. It is true that we follow people around but only when they are involved in active cases, Damian, or if we believe them to be potentially dangerous either for the general population or for themselves. Now, is Daniel involved in any case you may be investigation?”
Damian sighs with annoyance and rolls his eyes. “Tt, no.”
“Is he a danger to the general population or for himself, then?”
“No, father. He is not.” Damian answers with tight lips.
“But you won’t stop, will you?” Bruce questions with his tired dad voice as he massages the bridge of his nose.
“I don’t think I can, father.” Damian says truthfully and a sense of dread fills him. When the hell did he let Daniel have so much power over him? Is this what his mother warned him about? Is this the weakness she warned him? The loss of control?
“In that case, we will have to settle some ground rules.” Bruce says as he clasps his hands over the desk. “Number one: No more pictures, Damian.” Bruce wanted to add that it looked like he was following Tim’s steps but even he knows that’s going too far.
Damian nods in agreement, his eyes are looking at the floor.
“Number two: I know you probably have a lot of sketches and drawings of him too, so, keep them safe, safe and consensual, Damian. No nudes nor sleeping faces.”
“I would never betray Daniel’s trust like that, father!” Damian snaps his head up, green eyes ablaze.
“I know, son, but a reminder doesn’t hurt.”
“Tt, fine.” Damian huffs as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Anything else?”
“Number three: No recordings, either video or voice.”
“What if he took those with my phone or his?” Damian asks.
“Those are fine, Damian. Safe, sane and consensual. Always remember that.” Bruce acknowledges.
“Very well. We done?”
“No, now you have to tell me about him.” Bruce continues with a teasing smile on his handsome face. “I want to know all you know about Daniel Nightingale.”
“Ugh! Father!” Damian whines as he covers his face with both hands.
Bruce good naturedly laughs at his son’s reaction.
Danny and Damian are friends (also known as: Damian has a crush on Danny) PART 3
Context: This encounter is about a week after Alfred learns about Danny. Damian already spoke with Bruce about Danny too (because Alfred told on him).
“Robin!” Superboy screams as he kicks down the door of one the safe houses bats and the birdshave around Gotham city, this one specifically is located in Old Gotham, near Robin’s favorite Art Supply Shop.
Robin had called Superboy not even five minutes ago…
Jon, I need your help!
And promptly send Superboy the coordinates to where he could find him.
Of course, Jon thought the worst. He thought that some members of the league of assassins had kidnapped Damian and his friend not wanting to be embarrassed by asking his family for help opted to call him. Jon was ready to break some kneecaps and cause some concussions!
“What da-?” Now, imagine his surprise when instead of finding his friend unconscious and beaten up, all tied up and silenced with duct tape on the mouth what Superboy finds is an out of vigilante uniform Damian standing in front of a wall full to the brim with pictures and portraits – surely made by Damian himself – of an unknown boy Superboy has never seen before.
Damian slightly and oh so calmly turns his upper body towards him to face him. “Hey, Jon. Thank you for coming.” He greets and then turns to face the wall again. “Please put the door back on its place before coming in.”
“Dames, what’s goin’ on?” Superboy – Jon – questions as he indeed puts the door back on its place in the door frame with his laser-beam vision. “Who’s that boy?” he asks as he floats towards his best friend – because Damian will always be his BBF despite he now been older! – and lands next to him with a soft thud. “You sounded kinda desperate in that phone call, I was worried sick Dames!”
“I AM desperate, Jon, that’s why I called you!” Damian exclaims in one of his annoyed hisses/screams.
“Well then you better start explaining what the heck’s goin’ on because I’m really worried that you have a wall full with the face of someone! I thought Tim was the psycho?!”
“Timothy is the psycho!” Damian defends himself. “And this…!” He points and the wall with pictures with both hands and arms outstretched. “This is Daniel~.” Damian says the name with a sigh so enamored that all worries poof out of Jon and are replaced by a sense of tenderness and happiness.
“Oh, Dami, you’re in love!” No wonder he didn’t called his family, they probably don’t even know! None of his siblings would leave him alone if they knew. Jon says and thinks
“Shhh! Not so loud! We never know who could have followed me.”
“Don’t worry, Dames. I don’t hear any of your siblings.”
“No offence, Jon, but I don’t trust any of you supers to actually keep track of any of us.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.” Jon quickly accepts the truth, from the big old bat that is uncle Bruce to his best friend here with him, each of the bats and birds is a cryptid out of the kryptonian danger scale. “So, who is this nice fella?”
The pictures show a boy with hair so black the void of space would be jealous, styled in a nice undercut, skin so pale that the even the faint freckles scattered around his face are visible, round shaped eyes with irises a slightly eerie ice-blue, eyebrows so thick Jon could easily mistake them for furry caterpillars. There are pictures of Daniel openly smiling at the camera – in these pictures Damian also appears -, in some he’s wearing Gotham Academy’s uniform in others he is wearing casual clothing, mostly sweatshirts and hoodies that are either space themed or ghost themed. In some of the pictures where Daniel is not smiling, he is looking to the horizon, face calm and solemn. In others he is softly smiling, a sweet curve on his lips that remind Jon of the porcelain dolls Ma Kent likes so much.
Damian sighs again, this time in defeat and a bit of embarrassment. “His name is Daniel Nightingale, he moved last year from Illinois, his parents were scientists with low respect for laboratory safety measures which ended up with his family dying in a lab accident. He was born on October thirty first, currently sixteen years old, he lives in a two-story building with his uncle, a distant relative of his mother, Christophe Woodlock. The first floor of the building is an antiques and curiosity shop that Woodlock owns and manages, the man is also a skilled clockmaker and technician, the people of their neighborhood have taken to call him Clockwork as nick name, though Daniel prefers to call him C.W.”
“Dames…” Jon speaks but is olympically ignored.
“Daniel sits behind me in homeroom, English and History, he is also my lab partner for Biology and Chemistry. He adores the stars and wants to be either an aero-space engineer or an astrophysicist, he is thinking about taking both paths…”
“Dami…” Jon calls again but Damian is far gone.
“His eyes shine so lovely when he speaks about space, Jon, like two perfect neutron stars against the void of space, and his freckles flawlessly imitate the intricate constellations Daniel so much loves to talk about and…”
“Damian!”
“Tt, what?”
“Please tell me you haven’t been stalking to poor fella.”
“No!” Damian responds indignantly. “Daniel is my friend from school!”
“And neither your siblings nor uncle B haven’t done or said anything?”
“I’ve made sure that none of my siblings know about Daniel, not even Richard or Cassadra. Pennyworth found out about him last week though and he made me tell father, so far only they know about Daniel. Father seemed worried at first but after talking with him he is just glad that I’ve been able to make a civilian friend. Pennyworth has been a great help as well these past few days.”
“Alright, good, now please tell me that you haven’t taken pictures of him while he sleeps.” Jon keeps attacking.
Damian looks away from him.
“Damian Al-Ghul Wayne!”
“I have not taken pictures of him while he sleeps!”
“But judging by your reaction you’ve been tempted to!” Jon accuses. “An’ I bet you do have sketches of his sleeping face at least!”
Damian had nothing to say to that.
“Damian!”
“It’s his fault for been so pretty!”
“No, it’s not, you sick psycho!”
“Are you going to help me with this yes or not?!”
Now is Jon who sighs in tired defeat. “As long as it is not about spying on some poor, naïve, civilian, yes Dames.” The older teen says with calmer tone.
“Thank you.” Damian says also in a calmer tone. “Now, do you know how to ride a skate board?”
“What makes you think I know how to skateboard?” Jon asks.
“You’re the most socially adept of the two.” Damian reasons.
“Just because I’m a bit better with people doesn’t mean I know how to skateboard, Dames.”
“But you know how to ride a bicycle!”
“Again, that doesn’t mean I know how to skateboard, Damian! And anyways, why do you wanna skateboard?”
“Daniel used to skateboard with his friends in Illinois before moving to Gotham but his hometown did not have a skate park so when I told him about Gotham’s skate park he suggested to go and skate together.”
“Oh, that’s really nice! When are you guys gonna go?”
“Tomorrow afternoon.” Damian sighs in defeat.
“Oh, shoot. Have you tried by yourself?”
“I spend the whole morning practicing but I only managed to break three of Timothy’s skate boards.”
“And why did you not ask Tim to teach you? Kon says he is really good.”
“Tt, first of all, because I would rather rip off one of my limbs before asking Timothy for a favor. And two, because he, along with your brother and Blue Beetle are off planet.”
“Right, forgot about that… But wait! Maybe this is good, Damian!” Jon exclaims as his smile widens.
“What do you mean? I gonna make a fool of myself in front of Daniel!”
“No, Dami! You’re seen this in a too pessimistic light! Think about it! You can ask Daniel to teach you! He will have to hold your hands for you not to fall and if you fall, he will have to take care of you!”
“Gasp! Like those unreal rom-coms Jason likes to watch!” Damian realizes the potential of his best friend’s plan.
“Exactly!” Jon beams like the sunshine he is.
“Jonathan, you do have a brain!”
“Now that we have solved that issue… we gotta talk about the pictures, Damian.” Jon goes from excited best friend to scolding sibling so fast Damian almost get a whiplash.
PART 1 PART 2 PART 4
Author's note: I don't know nor understand how or why Jon got older than Damian (I don't read all of the comics but I try to follow the main timelines of the The Batman universe), I just know that Damian and Jon are brothers from different mothers and that they would kill for each other (and Lizzie, but she is not in this one because I don't know much about her), so, here we have Jon Samuel Kent supporting and controlling Damian in his madness.
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Danny and Damian are friends (also known as: Damian has a crush on Danny) PART 2
Part 1
“Pennyworth.” Damian greets Alfred as he enters the Bentley, softly closing the car’s door behind him as he takes seat.
“Young master Damian.” Alfred greets back and starts the engine, smoothly driving away from Gotham academy.
Fifteen minutes into the drive and while stuck in traffic Alfred decides to takes action.
“How was school today, master Damian?”
“Nothing remarkable, everything same as usual.”
“Shame, it is almost winter break, I was hoping for you to have formed new friendships.”
The way Alfred had said this phrase catches Damian’s attention.
“And what do you mean by that?” The youngest Wayne questions as he suspiciously looks at Alfred through the rear-mirror.
Alfred locks his eyes with Damian, one amused eyebrow lifted.
They look at each other while stuck in the traffic, it lasts but mere ten seconds before Alfred breaks eye contact and sigs in embarrassment.
“It embarrasses me to admit but earlier today, while re-stocking your oils stash, I found this.” The older gentleman sheepishly admits as he pulls the letter sized manila envelope from his coats inner pocket.
Damian, of course, immediately recognizes the envelope. “That is private!” He hisses as he snatches the envelope from Alfred’s hold and hugs it tight to his chest, a full-blown blush painting his neck, face and his ears.
“I swear it was an accident, my dear boy.” Alfred sincerely says, shame clear in his voice and own faint flush on his cheeks.
Damian takes three deep breaths, slow and steady, before the teen calms down and deigns himself to look at Alfred again, his blushing cheeks less red. “It is fine, Pennyworth. I guess it is better that it was you who found these instead of father, or Gods forbid, any of my siblings.”
“If I am allowed, may I ask who the young man is?” Alfred tries his luck and the traffic starts to flow again.
“Tt.” Damina sighs in defeat. His tense shoulders relax and his demeanor goes from defensive and startled to embarrassed and shy, the flush on his cheeks a lovely soft pink hue and his bright green eyes looking at the leather seat. “His name is Daniel Nightingale; we share some classes…”
The rest of the trip back to the manor Damian tells Alfred everything he knows about Danny.
When they arrive home the first thing Damian does is change where he hides the physical pictures of Daniel.
If Alfred has already found them it is a matter of time before any of his other family members does as well.
Danny and Damian are friends (also known as: Damian has a crush on Danny)
Alfred is re-stocking Damian’s stash of the specific dark green paint he likes to use for his paintings (he is doing this while the now teen is at school because he wants to surprise him) when, after having to pull stronger than usual for the drawer to open, a letter sized manila envelope falls from underneath de wood drawer, and with the fall a bunch of pictures spread out of it (because in a family of genius paramilitary-spy trained paranoids just saving files in a computer under ten different encrypted passwords is not enough to have a private life).
It’s around two dozen pictures that Alfred picks up from the floor, all portraying the same young man around Damian’s age in different angles. The lad is deadly pale, with big round eyes with irises an eerie ice-blue, hair colored darker than the void of space styled in what certainly miss Stephanie would call a stylish undercut, his cheeks and nose bridge peppered with faint freckles. In some pictures he is fully smiling, Alfred can see a pair of slightly elongated canines that while unusual in this time and age are not alarming to find in some people, especially meta individuals or alien hybrids such as young Jon or master Tim’s beloved mister Kon. In some pictures the lad is aware that he been photographed in some others he clearly is oblivious to the act, Alfred can tell because the picture showcases either the back of the young man or a side of his face or a face that clearly indicates that he is paying attention to something or someone else completely.
Alfred huffs in exasperation as he puts the pictures back in the envelope. Now, don’t get Alfred wrong, he has nothing against any of his wards having affections or crushes or lovers, but he is very against his wards stalking naïve, innocent civilians! That is not a healthy way to show affection and he has told them many times already! It is amazing how all of them share this particular trait, even miss Stephanie (no matter how many times she denies it, she clearly has picked up in this bad habit as well).
The surrogate grand-father of the family puts the envelope inside his coat, successfully guarding it from praying eyes, and after putting the re-filled drawer back in its place, he walks out of his youngest’s room. When he goes pick up Damian from school they will have to talk.
PART 2
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