canon/fanon batfam meets Mom Danny! Damian.
A villain attack throws the batfam in through a portal to another dimension. they go seeking out there alternatives to find a way back home.Ā
One of the specific things that they needs to bring them home is to have all of Their dimensions alternates in the same place. they have to go searching for Danny/Damian. What they find is not what they expected.
Damian/Danny was put up for adoption at a very young age and was later adopted at the age of three by fentons. he was with them until he was 16 and had to cover up the aftermath of one of Vlad's plots(deaged dan and Dani) that caused him to run away.
Danny just wanted to sit down.
He had finally got the house to himself. He wanted to finally watch his own shows and have his ice cream but he hid the back in the freezer.
Just as he turned on the TV and got comfortable, there was a knock. He thought it was the door until they knocked again and he realized no it was from the fire escape.
it was 10:00 in the morning who the hell needed him. It was his day off work and both Ellie and Dante were in school.
Danny reluctantly got up and moved to the fire escape. He looked at the window that led to the fire escape. There were three vigilantes. Nightwing, Red Robin and was that another Nightwing.
What The Hell.
Danny opens the window and asks āwhat the hell do you need, you're never out during the day.ā one of the Nightwings looks taken back like he was not expecting that.
Ā Danny has no idea what they were expecting; they're interrupting him on his first day off in two weeks. Well he technically had multiple days off last week but that was only because Ellie was sick.
āWe need you to come with us. It pertains to a caseā.Ā Red Robin demands.Ā
Danny does not like the tone.
āHow long is it going to take and is it going to end up with me arrested?ā
The Nightwing that didn't look like he was hit overhead with a baseball bat every time Danny spoke up and said āyou're not a suspect in any cases, we will tell you the full details once we're at the destination, you are not in troubleā.Ā
Danny makes sure it shows on his face but he doesn't believe them.
āAgain, how long is this going to take?ā Daniel responds in a tired tone.Ā
He just wanted to go back inside and eat his ice cream..
āIt will take a couple of hours,ā Red RobinĀ answered.Ā Ā
āI have to be back by 3:30 to pick up my kids.ā Danny said as he pulled out his phone to set an alarm for 3:10 just in case he had to ask Amanda from next door to pick them up.
Ā Danny Hears a thud and looks up as the other Nightwing falls off the fire escape. Danny sighs as he looks home at his phone.Ā
not my problem
Danny's world's version of Nightwing is probably so confused. And sad. A little brother his other self is so close to. Bruce's son, who never got to come home in this world.
I'm going to guess that Danny's death was faked. So even Talia doesn't know her son is still alive. This Bruce was never told.
(Maybe Maddie was a double agent? She wanted a look at the pits for her research on ectoplasm and had the fighting prowess to be deemed suitable to join. When she realizes that they were training a baby to kill, was sending him on his first mission at three, all she could see was Jazz. So she had an alibi, that she was researching part of the pit at the time. She had put a code to write down her documents she already had on the pits so they could track the exact time she was doing it. (Kinda like Google doc's that show when things were made, added, and edited.) She faked Danny's death and had her sister take him for a bit while she finished up reports and gave them to Talia, saying she'd do more independent research on the subject.
She faked documents that she'd had a son with a heart condition. That he's been with her sister in the middle of nowhere, where no one could get to them. And talked with Danny how he should have his own life.
Danny doesn't remember much from this time. He barely even remembers that he's adopted, but is registered as being a Fenton by birth. He does remember the feeling from when his aunt caught him looking at her star charts and she took him and a telescope out in the dead of night. She had pointed out the constellations and told him their stories.
He has looked into the void, for the first time at three years old, and felt it gaze back with a billion eyes. Winking at him. Inviting him to hear them. He had never felt so small yet so comforted.)
So when Damian is next to them, a 17 year old boy who looks like Bruce just a few steps to the left, and asking where his alternative is? Rigging Talia ends with her looking puzzled, saying her son had blue eyes and she named him Danyal, how Bruce's son died at three on his first mission.
And Bruce? Both of them? Look devastated.
But alternative Tim brings up that this world's version still has to be alive. Otherwise, the spell wouldn't have sent them there. The whole point is to keep them busy in another universe by finding that world's alternate versions. The spell wouldn't have sent them here if there wasn't an alternative version of all of them.
So they needed to hunt down his lost little brother. First, with face recognition. Both with Bruce's face when he was a teen and Damian's face now. They got a ping. Daniel Fenton. Who just moved from Amity Park to Gotham six months ago, if public cameras are to be believed. They couldn't go into his files though.
And now, news of two children, both in school/daycare. Both biologically this underage child's children.
Someone was going to be tasting his escrima stick. And probably Red Hood's bullets.
(On another note, he's not the favorite big brother. Tim is.
Danny loves space photography, and deep water photography. And he's a tiny, sarcastic, genius. A genius with lazer guns, mech suits, a portal to the multiverse...! And gave Tim a red and black flying hoverboard with a multitude of weapons.
What in the futuristic bull...?)
Damien meeting Danny and is immediately insulted.
"You're this world's version of me? How pathetic."
Danny, understanding that this is a liminal that has probably never had a proper ghost fight and thus is not getting the enrichment his baby core needs to produce a healthy amount of ectoplasm.
Immediate Mom Modeā¢ activated.
"Do you want to spar? I'm sure we probably have enough time while the others get everything set up for... Whatever it is that I was dragged here for." Said in the softest, most gentle tone. Like a mom asking her child if they want they crusts cut off their sandwich.
"Tt. Fine. But be warned, I won't go easy on you."
"Of course."
Once on a mat away from everyone else, they begin. Of course, they did this while the others weren't paying attention. Both are holding wood swords.
Danny waits, lax and open. When Damian goes in for a swipe, Danny's sword slides upwards. He twists it in his hand to hold the sword up and it swings Damian's up as well. Then he pushes the other away. Gently.
Damian goes through several katas as he looks for openings that never are actually open.
"You're doing so well. It's like you practiced these moves a thousand times. But you're so stiff. Try relaxing your body as you go through the motions."
Danny is like grains of sand in the wind. No matter how desperately he tried to hold him down, Damien couldn't land a proper strike.
He bends, flexes, leans, flips, bows, and twists. It looks like dancing.
"You have such amazing speed. But you need to learn how to stop locking up. It slows you down when you go for a strike and lets others know your next move. On top of that, you've shown you have a wide range of motion, but you're so focused on watching as you strike. It's like watching your feet as you walk or dance; great for learning in the beginning but impedes you from more fluid movements."
Danny knocks Damian's sword out of the ring and tosses his own out after a moment of surprise.
Danny is just as fluid when it comes to his hands being his only weapons. He most just redirects any blow sent towards him.
Damian tried to get a kick in but Danny just leaps and uses Damian's shoulders as a spring board to get over him. He lands low and swipes the other boy's feet from under him.
Danny make a move to catch him, but Damian manages on his own. Landing and springing up with just his arms, Damian tries to use this to his advantage and tries to sideways drop kick Danny from this position.
Danny's forearm comes up to block it. It feels like Damian just rammed his shin against a steel pole. Little to no give and painful.
"Add stretches to your routine especially do them before and after your patrols. It'll keep you limber, longer. And can help prevent the development of chronic pain latter in life."
Damian leaps away to the other side of the mat. His legs finally give way and he fall to the floor panting.
Neither realized when they got an audience.
"You need to learn to unlock your joints. Not dislocate. Unlock. You lock up constantly while fighting and, while it can definitely give you momentum and makes using your body as battering ram easier, it is preventing you from twisting and dropping properly."
Danny got up, walked over, and offered Damian his hand to help him get up.
Danny had kept up with the gentle tone throughout the entire thing. It, scarily, reminded Damian of Talia. But even Talia hadn't been so soft. So affectionate. Despite it being called sparing, it felt more like Damian was with an instructor. Danny hadn't even really fought back. All he did was let Damian attack him and then shifted his attack away.
Soft and weak are very different concepts, water carving stone and wind shaping mountains.
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His phone alarm goes off. Danny takes this as his queue to get up from where he was sitting to read. Placing the book he had been given by Red Hood on a table, he stretches for a moment.
"Damn! If we didn't already know you were someone else, I would'a thought you were Nightwing." Red Hood commented.
"Thanks," was delivered dryly. "Now I need to go pick up my kids. We can continue this tomorrow, since you were unprepared and decided to make that my problem."
"Nevermind. You're just a less violent version of Robin."
"I'm not a rabid animal, so long as I'm in polite company. I have self control."
"Well, you still have to stay here." Red Robin interjected.
"No, I don't. You're lucky I even came with you. Let alone that I'm offering to come back tomorrow. I'm going to have to call in to work because of your nonsense. You are not preventing me from picking up my kids."
"We can have your kids picked up and taken care of. We can even have them brought here."
Danny whips around to face this world's Nightwing. Other world Nightwing is trying to back away from the entire mess, putting his other self in-between them. Danny knew his deadpan death stare made his face... Uncanny. When light couldn't catch on his eyes. The shadows on his form became darker.
"You are not involving my children in your recklessness."
"You're biologically related to Batman. We're family. Might as well get everyone introduced now. It's not like we're asking you to be a Vigilante. You're a civilian, we're not going to purposely endanger you or them."
"We are not family. Blood is not the same as love. And for your idea that I'm a civilian, I suggest you go refresh your training. You're a mockery of a sleuth despite being taught by a supposed genius. How is Batman considered one of the greatest detectives of our time, yet still refuse to instill common sense in his 'children'?" Danny scathed. "Despite having a very different upbringing, what made you think that me handing my other self his own ass meant anything less than the obvious. I needed it. I've used it. I've saved lives, just as I've taken them. Now, if you'll excuse me," he raked his nails in the air and opened a swirling green portal.
"If any of you try to go after me before my kids are in school, you'll lose the privilege of teeth. If any of you try to go after my children?" Teeth turned from human to animalistic fangs. The blue of his eyes consumed by the color of Lazarus water. His hair flickered between black and glowing white as it dances in the winds of the portal.
"Gotham will keep finding your bodies. For years. I'll make sure your alive for most of it. I'll start with your finger nails, then your teeth, then your toes. I'll see how my ability to skin prey still holds, after all these years." His skin became waxy. Limbs elongated.
"Joint by joint, bone by bone. I'll even show you what I preserve before I display it for all to see. So. Don't. Touch. My. Children."
And he was gone.
