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Jazz: That's good. We want rich customers. Just smile and get them to the back room for thier session. That's all you have to do.
Danny: Fine.
Dick: *Ringing counter bell* Hello?
Danny walking out with a fake smile: Hello! Welcome to Fenton Escape Rooms. Are you ready for a challenging fun filled hour of mystery?
Damian: This is idiotic. We will solve everything in five minutes.
Dick: Thats why we are each going in alone and going to beat each other's time.
Danny's eye twitching: The rooms are quite challenging
Tim pitying: I'm sure you worked hard on them. We just tend to breeze through escape rooms.
Danny uses his ghost powers to make the rooms and grows deeply offended: Really? If you're so sure, how about we make things interesting?
Jason: Oh that is interesting. What are we betting?
Danny: You take on our most difficult room as a group. If you can't solve it in an hour, I win, and you have to promote my business on your social media.
Damian: And when we win what do we gain?
Danny: Well what do you want?
Cass: A date
Danny: Pardon?
Cass smiling: You go on a date with one of us.
Danny: Who is the date with?
Cass looking around her group: I'm sure there are a few interested here.
Danny: Deal. Good luck to you all. The Ghost Zone is not a easy room to escape from
Damian threatening: This will be easy. Get ready to waste your time being treated like a King by my overly emotional siblings. They will romance you so well, we'll be planning a wedding.
Danny equal as threatening: I look forward to it brat.
Imagine if like, the theme is a mish mash of Greek Gods, Ancient Rome and some vikings but with That Boys who was washed up in the Island as the main idea?
Like, there's a button, you press the button, Danny gives clue.
First 3 clues are correct. Cause in the story, the conch shell is what gave them order at first? Right? The clues are direct like; Couch, where they just look at the couch, maybe even behind it or maybe Carpet whatsoever...
But it gets harder... like, in clue 4-8 it would be "Orpheus", which can be translated to play a music, look behind/ for Eurydice (and there would be like a painting of her or something hidden somewhere), look for a snake, sound the mallet of the gavel?? (apparently Eurydice means Wide Justice) and such.
It was like that because it symbolizes how the conch that gave the boys power slowly corrupts them.
But then the rest of the clue is practically useless!!! Because by then, the boys in the story is fully corrupted! So like, instead of helping you solve the Escape Room, the clue would mislead you, or confuse you. There's even a clue that said to throw a rock at someone's head so they throw at Jason but of course that didn't work, but then they saw a mannequin and they throw a prop rock only for the mannequin to explode and cover then in glitters!!!! Replacement for blood, you know???
But then again, Danny is not a monster. The Escape Room is difficult, sure, but it's not impossible. You just have to remember that the summary of the story is written in braille on the door they entered.
I dunno, I never been in an Escape Room before, just the mobile games
Bruce: Damian was battling the ghost. He lost a lot of blood, and the blasted thing got away. Prep the medic bay.
Alfred: Right away sir.
Bruce: Hang on son.
Barbara from the Bat- computer screen: Is he going to be alright?
Bruce: Yes, once we get him some blood.
Barbara: Do you think he can give a description of the ghost he was fighting? I can start tracking him down so the others can avenge Damian.
Bruce: Let me check. Dami? What did that ghost look like?
Damian in a slurring voice: Sexy. White hair. Green eyes. Sexy
Bruce: It's no good. He's delirious.
Barbara typing rapidly: No, no, no. That's a good description. According to Amity Park's Top 10 Sexy Ghosts, we might be looking for number 1: Danny Phantom.
Bruce: Why the hell does a list like that exist?
Barbara: You shouldn't be surprised by what's on the internet, Bruce. Show Damian this picture to see if that's the right one.
Bruce: Damian, who is this? *holds up tablet with blurry image of Phantom*
Damian points to it: ITS SEXY!
Barbara: Okay, we got our target. I'll start tracking him.
Damian slurring: We'll have a Autum wedding.
Bruce: Barbara I don't mean to rush you but I need this ghost to be killed as soon as possible.
Damian: I'm gonna be the father of his children
Bruce darkly: He needs to die before daybreak, Barbara.
Jazz: Danny.....did you steal our brother from mom and dad?
Danny: No! It was a different basement lab! I would never steal from Mom and Dad!
Jazz: What about all those ghost weapons you take?
Danny: It's not stealing if I put them back when I'm done. It's borrowing. I'm not putting this little guy back, though.
Jazz: So you stole a baby from someone else?
Danny: Yeah, I fell through a natural portal and found myself in a lab. There were a lot of test pods with cloning attempts, and this little guy was marked as a failure and was to be disposed of, but I was able to put some of my core into him and stabilize him. Took him before anyone noticed he wasn't a failure anymore.
Jazz: oh. Who was the person attempting to clone?
Danny: No clue. Half of the DNA was human, but the other half wasn't. The second one was messing with the baby's body, so I took that out and put my own in. The Phantom side at least.
Jazz: Wait, this means this is....your baby?
Danny: Yes.
Jazz: I'm a aunt!
Danny: Correct.
Jazz: How old is he? Whats his name? Is he healthy now?
Danny: He seems to be about five months old. His name is Tommy. And according to Frostbite, he's a perfectly healthy boy.
Jazz: That's wonderful! Can I hold Tommy?
Danny: Of course! He's a really calm baby and rarely gets fussy.
Jazz: Great! *cooes at Tommy* Hi sweetie. Hello. Its auntie Jazzy.
Danny: You're a natural.
Jazz: Thanks! By the way, is there going to be a issue with the other parent?
Danny: Nah. They likely thought he was disposed of. I'm sure they already forgot about it.
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Tim: I know you feed on emotions. You're an ecto-being, known as Phantom, and you're hiding in Gotham from the government. Your real name is Daniel Fenton.
Danny defeated: Who are you working for? How did they find me?
Tim: Don't worry about that. I'm the only one who knows. Listen, I need your emotional eating abilities. Robin died a few weeks ago, and Batman is losing it. Could you eat his sorrow? Help cut through his fog of grief?
Danny: I- ugh I never tried that?
Tim: Well, now is a good chance to try. Pack your bags, you're moving into Drake Manor as my uncle, and we're going to save Batman.
Danny: Okay?
Tim: You seemed confused. Do I need to explain the plan again?
Danny: I'm not confused. I didn't expect this when I opened the door to a seven-year-old.
Tim: I'm thirteen.
Danny: I'm so sorry. Are you not being feed?
Tim: Everyone blooms at their own time!
Danny: Sure, buddy.
Tim: You-! You will actually do really well at posing as an annoying uncle. You're on thin ice, though. So watch it.
Danny: I'll take that threat more seriously when you can reach my chin.
I mean... this is ALSO a good outlit for Jason's later rage? Clearly Bruce WOULD HAVE Avenged him... if this emotional BRAIN CONTROL (it is not) wasn't stopping him? Which switches Jason's focus. Whiiiich leads his sickly reanimated body STRAIGHT to the one dude capable of dragging him to the Yeti ER.
Danny: Oh. *puts gun down slowly* Thanks for saving me. I'm just gonna-
Mugger: HELP ME
Danny: What you want me to do? Fight Batman? I have serious medical issues! I can't beat him.
Batman: Go home.
Danny: I'm going home.
Mugger: No! DON'T LEAVE ME! WHAT ABOUT GOTHAM UNITY!?
Danny wobbling away rapidly: I'm sorry! I have to put myself first! I only moved to this city because of Wayne's medical forgiveness program.
Batman: Is that so?
Danny: *wobbles faster* Please dont take a interest in me, sir! I have enough problems as it is!
Batman: ....
Danny rounds the corner as the screams of the mugger increase: I have to put myself first. Don't look back. He belongs to the Dark Knight now. There was nothing I could do.
Three days later:
Jazz: Danny! This is a miracle!All of your medical bills were paid!
Danny: What!? By who!?
Jazz: Bruce Wayne! Apparently, Batman told him about you.
Danny, in a low whisper of terror: Give back the money.
Jazz: What?
Danny: Give it back. I do not want Batman's attention. He's a menace. Im unarmed 90% of the time, and he will not care.
Jazz: What?????
Danny, closing the blinds: Do you think he knows where we live!?
Jazz: Are you scared of Batman?
Danny: You would be too if you saw the man burst from the shadows and beat brain damage into someone!
I personally want them to be younger than the dabble says.
Now, Imagine if it's THAT time period where Barbara was shot, blue eyed black haired boy with disabilitys that will STOP him from ever becoming Robin, the "IF Jason survived" having this amount of physical problems, I want Bruce to spiral and hyper focus on Danny and bring in Jazz as a treat😋, if the looks match enough, a never chair bound Barbara, a smart, capable and already fighter with some training that will never left her brother's side, that can be trained and thought and more with the guarantee that she will never use her skill to fight but to protect, defend, the idea of having not only "what could it been" Barbie and Jay/Dick in one, he won't leave his side, he won't run away to fight in the streets, he won't condemn himself the way Bruce did, the way he condemned his boys and his friend's daughter.
Danny without hero complex but keeping his powers can be trained but never let out on the streets, if this is bad fenton parents or nasty burger incident without jazz, their only support system is each other, maybe Danny's friends but they can only do much so far away leaving them vulnerable to the protective yet manipulative care from bruce because no matter how smart Jazz is Bruce is smarter and has connections and money that will make living easier for her little brother and gave her the chance to study and experience life accidentally leaving space for Bruce to occupy.
But also, Dick comes back only to see this pair of siblings will not only break his heart but also make him see RED, "Bruce not only replaces me but also Babs and Jason?!" (If Tim spoke with him about batman going insane and coming back is left open, but if not?) He will Not take it out on the Fentons the same he never did on Tim, there's no third Robin, no reason to be jealous, the siblings obviously were struggling with Danny's health and money and happened to catch his attention, if Jason ever comes back he can hate all he wants but what can he do? Go out of his way to beat up a sick kid that didn't do anything to deserve it? The kid is not Robin, no out fighting crime, not actively replacing him like Tim tried, his only mistake was being adopted by Bruce Wayne, how is that punishable? Specially by a man that already adopted 2 boys, the girl may not even be that important in his plans in the first place seeing as the LOA most likely filled his head with the same misinformation they did in canon, all that is left is the joker and conquest Crime Alley, with the siblings occupying more of Bruce attention (they are trying to heal him, help him mourn and communicate, Jazz more than Danny since his approach is more juvenile like games together or homework or attempts of cooking that is supposed to help relax and will came out wrong but distract nonetheless) while Bruce may be aware of what they are doing he in not opposed to it, may even enjoy the time spent together, with the criminals in jail and busy (he tried to kill joker in canon and HAD to be physically stopped by superman, he may not kill but you can't tell me he didn't beat his other rogues black and blue like the common criminals, specially if taunting him about his dead bird, broken bones are expected, the smarter ones are hiding and praying 🙏).
Damian's situation may be worse or better depending on how they interact, I don't think he will take out his fury and insecurities on Danny like he did Tim. How is this weak, sick, poor bumbling fool supposed to threaten his position as the true blood heir of the Bat mantle, Wayne fortune and Al ghul Royalty? his life goals and current condition have him as nothing more than support and machinery at worse maybe a capable inventor at best, even Phantom powers are something he may be wary but disregard with his superior knowledge and experience if he is not out as phantom and only once in a while like emergency and such and with the Fenton's anti ghost technology that is Definitely in the bat cave just in case, that Damian WILL found out has him even more confident in his victory and position over him, if Danny actively avoids confrontation and stays as support like Alfred they could learn to at least work together and be okay with each other, his weird green glowing puppy just make him easier to tolerate.
No, the biggest threat in his eyes are not the absent disowned first son or the allegedly dead second son or the third sick son, no, the biggest threat is the First Daughter, not only is she being trained on All sorts of martial arts, she has superior physical prowess and senses, with a higher IQ and EQ she is actively studying everything Bruce is teaching her and more, if her backstory is accurate and body continues to develop and grow she may turn up as big as her mother taller and stronger than average, maybe halfway her father's height and durability capable of going through solid walls of steel and concrete and strength capable of carrying tons of weight or even bigger and stronger than that, he will actively try to get rid of her but has less opportunities that he had for Tim since she is not actively putting herself in dangerous situations and Bruce breathing down his neck is not helpful, at worse he will attempt murder or accidents like Tim at best he will dismiss her as a bodyguard for her brother🥀.
I don't know how to integrate Tim since he didn't force his way into the family since the unorthodox (in his knowledgeable opinion🫠) attempts of the siblings to calm or occupy Batman worked, maybe as the weird but nice neighbor's kid friend of Danny? Damian can be aware of him and attempt to fight him but that's a game with no reward (you fight him, you win, you get in trouble because there's no way and untrained no gadgets Tim isn't severely injured, even if he was trained by lady Shiva like in canon they will NOT know that and still come out grounded or punished or something) the Bruce lost in the Timeline can be fixed if Danny is capable of contacting Clockwork or would and getting there or since there's no Tim on a Bruce quest and no one knows or thinks about it he sends a note to Danny himself about it, it won't only be Tim actively being sabotage but the BatFam as a whole on the quest and coming out on top.
I don't know how Stephanie can join if not introduced by Timbin and saner batman to be the 4 Robin and don't know in general how and when Cassandra and the others joined so this is just it😓. Please forgive any mistakes in English that are not my native language
Ooh, very interesting ripple effect on how Jazz and Danny joining the fam at this time would change everyone else’s relationships- but I’m most intrigued by the Dark Batman implications of him bringing them in at all.
Like the idea that he’d see Danny as a substitute for a Jason who survived with crippling injuries and treat him like a broken bird he could keep “safe” in a gilded cage? Someone powerless enough that he can keep him from ever leaving him? Chilling.
And using Jazz as a substitute Batgirl after Babs is shot is utterly diabolical- especially since I think he’d see it as a means to control her brother. Danny very clearly distrusts Bruce and outright fears Batman. But he is reliant on his big sister, and Jazz is a teacher’s pet and doesn’t have his same issues with billionaires and authority figures. She just wants Danny taken care of- if that means she needs to be Batgirl to get him access to top of the line medical treatment then so be it.
Bruce is so clearly abusing his power over these two vulnerable kids. Manipulating Jazz. Basically blackmailing her into being a vigilante. Controlling Danny. Not letting him leave the house. I think I’m kind of in love with the idea of Tim going to Dick and telling him his dad has lost his mind and taken two kids hostage to replace Batgirl and Jason.
This has the potential to be so so scary. Being at Batman’s mercy. Being in Bruce’s all encompassing cage. No escape. He’s forcing Danny’s big sister to fight. He’s keeping Danny captive. He’s always watching. How far will he go?
And Dick would definitely come by to have a shouting match with Bruce, but what if the confrontation backfires? What if he just doubles down, takes Jazz off the streets and keeps her captive too? What if it’s down to Dick and Tim to take him down and see Danny and Jazz free?
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Bruce Wayne has always been a prodigy. It's something he inherited from his mother, who had a way of connecting clues and seeing patterns when others couldn't. Unfortunately, she was from an era when women weren't considered intelligent enough to be properly credited, so even though she was the one who always handled any sort of problem, everyone congratulated his father for his quick thinking.
Bruce remembers questioning it aloud, assuming some adults weren't aware it was his mother, only to have them belittle him and his father step in. They attempted to get Thomas to join in their dismissive comments, even led him into insults about allowing his woman to behave that way, but Thomas never let them get away with it
They might have been one of the richest and oldest families in Gotham, but there was a reason why the Waynes were reclusive. Bruce never really questioned it when he was younger, living happily with his family. He just assumed everyone gathered only once or twice a year, since both his parents were constantly working (his father as a surgeon and his mother wrestling for respect at Wayne Enterprise). He had no idea it was because people- escpaically those of the first class- were upset with his parents constantly fighting against social norms.
For example, someone found out Georgie, one of the many butlers at Wayne Manor, had a male lover and went straight to Thomas to expose him. It was expected that they would throw out Georgie, let the wolves of the city tear him apart.
Instead, Thomas had thrown out the woman and then told Gerogie to invite his lover to dinner at Wayne Manor. Bruce later found out that Gerogie's lover had moved into the staff rooms with him because he had lost his job, and his landlord kicked him out when that woman went to spread the word about the nature of the men's relationship. His name was Victor, and he gave the best shoulder rides. They vanished a year later, and Bruce didn't know where they went, but Thomas and Martha had him pick the nicest pebbles from thier yard for them.
Bruce was aware of these things happening around him, much more than a child his age would be, but he didn't understand them. His intelligence let him see past the surface level and maybe even the first layer of social interactions, but adults were complicated and had so many layers to them, and the things they did that Bruce was violently reminded he was a child for all his intelligence.
That's why, despite the way everyone kept telling him that there was nothing he could do after that horrid night in the alley, Bruce used his intelligence and his childlike naivety to find a way to bring his parents back.
He went into his mother's secret safe, hidden under the Manor in a dark cave she thought he didn't know about. There he found a book, created with the blood of the Kane ancestors who weren't dark witches themselves but were great friends of the ones. He flipped through the book, under the covers of his bed, trying to stay out of Alfred's sight.
The Head Butler was busy getting all the affairs of his parents settled, letting go of the staff, ensuring that thier will was followed, and defending Bruce's inheritance against everyone. The man was busy, but thankfully, his parents had made sure he had power in case anything bad happened to them. The only problem was that Alfred was "worried" about Bruce's mental state after watching his parents get murdered in front of him.
Which meant that Alfred barely let him out of his sight. That's why reading his mother's forbidden "Dark Magic from the Coven of Witches, who was welcomed at Kane's table." It was a long title, but it was self-explanatory.
And in the middle of the book, Bruce found exactly what he was searching for.
He waited until Alfred had done his routine bedroom check, pretending to be sound asleep, clutching the book under the covers. Once the Head Butler (soon the only butler) moved on to retire for the night in his room, Bruce got to work.
He quickly pulled a giant teddy bear from his closet, struggling a little since it was the same size as himself, and tucked it into his bed. He made sure to pull the covers over its head and slap on a wig that matched Bruce's hair color, making it seem like he had buried himself in the blankets again.
Then, using a rope ladder he had stolen from the garden when the man was emptying out his worker shed, Bruce carefully climbed out of his window and ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him, making sure to duck behind hedges, in fear that someone inside would spot him in the many windows of Wayne Manor. The people were all leaving, but the departure was slow, delayed by grief and confusion.
Bruce hoped that by the end of tonight, none of his staff would have to leave. That they could even call back the ones who were gone.
Eventually, he arrived in an area with no coverage, so he had to sprint until his lungs actually burned, but Bruce pushed on. He got to the wall where he had hidden another ladder, this one metal, and it was much harder to steal from the gardener. But it did what it was supposed to do. He was on top of the wall, pulled it up behind him, and used it to climb down on the other side in record time.
Which meant he was standing at the gate just as the taxi he had ordered earlier that night pulled up. Thankfully, he had been able to convince Ronnie, one of the maids, to record a "bedtime story" he wrote, in which she basically placed an order for a taxi. She flattered slightly when she saw he put his real address and actually paused at the destination, but she carried on, which meant he was able to play the recording into the phone receiver. The taxi company didn't suspect a thing.
The driver even helped him into the back seat, smiling warmly, because Ronnie had recorded the words "A ride for the young boy to a movie theater."
The ride was calm, the cabbie playing slow jazz on the radio, and the rain was gentle in the wind. Bruce watched Bristol slowly fade into Gotham, turning darker and grimmer as the cab made its way to the more dangerous parts of the city. He tried not to notice, forcing himself to focus on the water droplets instead of the sinking sick feeling in his stomach. He clutched the book to his chest, squeezing it when the familiar glow of that wrenched movie theater appeared.
The cabbie pulled into the curve, parallel parked, and then turned with a smile. He mentioned the price- much higher than it was because Bruce knew the mileage from his house to this place by heart after the weeks of obsessing over it-, but he paid the man anyway and got out. The gentle drizzle had stopped, which meant it was going to pour in about an hour. Hopefully, after he did what he came to do.
Bruce followed the path from the front of Morach Theater down the street and then took a turn into the alley that haunted his nightmares. He thought he could handle coming back here, but his feet froze only one step in, and the sounds of the gunfire blasted in his ears while his sight was overwhelmed by blood.
Bruce stumbled, landing on his knees, dry heaving as his world spun and the scream of his mother echoed over and over and over again. He was only able to snap out of it when his book fell from his shaking hands, splashing on a small puddle and making a loud bam. He scrambled to pick it up, wiping off the water as best he could. It didn't look too damaged, the heavy back cover protecting the pages inside.
Taking a big breath, Bruce gathered all the courage his eight-year-old body could contain, and he walked into the middle of the alley. A dark stain was near the wall, where his father's body had landed, but Bruce couldn't focus on it.
He flipped through the book until he found the page he wanted. It was hard to make out the words, since his sight was blurry with tears and his hands were shaking badly, but Bruce pushed the words out of his mouth. He had to do this. He had to call upon them.
Hours later, Bruce walked back into Wayne Manor, which was lit up by the red and blue lights of police cars parked in front of his home. Alfred was speaking to an officer, looking as distressed as the night the Waynes went to the movies. A few servants were to the side, some talking to other officers, some hugging themselves, and others just waiting around.
Bruce beamed, raising his voice, "Alfred!"
At once, every head in the yard snapped to him. Alfred all but threw the man he was speaking to as he took off in a run towards Bruce. "Young Master! Are you alright? Did someone take you? What happened? Where on earth have you been!? Why are you smiling like that after giving me nine heart attacks!?"
He clutched the boy to his chest, dropping to his knees and hugging the boy like he was afraid Bruce would disappear. He wasn't sure why, because Bruce wasn't going anywhere, but he hugged back just as tight. While pressing his face into the Head Butler's shoulder, he responded to all the questions with a cheerful chirp.
"I'm okay. No. I went into the city. I used Dark Magic to strike a deal with Gotham and Phantom. I'm smiling because Mom and Dad are home!"
Alfred pulled back, his face crumbled with grief and sorrow, "Young Master Bruce, we talked about this. Master Thomas and Lady Martha passed away. They aren't coming home-"
"That's a rude way to greet the man of the house, isn't it, Alfie?" Thomas joked, strolling in with Martha holding onto the curve of his arm. They were dressed in thier finest outfits- the very same ones Alfred buried them in. The butler froze for a split second before he was yanking Bruce into his arms and rising to his feet. He twisted so that he could shield the boy with his body, glaring at the couple.
"Who are you?" Alfred growled in a cold voice that sent shivers down Bruce's spine. Martha and Thomas paused just a few feet away from thier dear friend, blinking owlishly at the hostile tone.
"What do you mean?"
Martha and Thomas Wayne are dead. Who are you and why are you wearing thier faces?"
Bruce raised his hand, suddenly aware of why Alfred was behaving this way. "It's really my parents. Phantom brought them back for me as long as I keep my side of the deal. I have to become a knight for Lady Gotham and protect her from the crime and corruption in Gotham. Phanotm asked that I have twelve children, whom he will send to me, to raise and protect. They sealed it with a mark on my hand, see? The bat symbol? I'm going to be Batman one day! I have a lot of training to do!"
Martha's bell-like laughter filled the air as the couple continued to walk towards a stunned Alfred. The head butler knew that laughter, knew the way she would raise her hand to tap against her chin as if she were planning to cover her mouth, but didn't go through the full motion. Bruce once heard him joke that he would know her in a room of over ten thousand people, and that holds true as tears slowly spill over his cheeks, staring at her like she was a walking miracle.
"Our Bruce has such an imagination." Martha giggles, causing Thomas' smile to soften, but it falls away into a worried frown. He reaches out, placing a hand on Alfred's shoulder, on the side that wasn't holding Bruce.
"Alfie, are you alright?" Thomas leans in, his blue eyes shining just as warm and kind as the day Bruce lost him. He beams at his father, leaning his head on Alfred's shoulder so the butler can answer.
His butler starts to shake, sobs spilling from his lips as he chokes, "My loves....you came back to me."
Thomas and Martha blinked, turning to give each other questionable looks before Martha carefully asked. "Of course, we came back, Alfie; we just went to the movies. It was only a few hours."
For some reason, those words cause Alfred to sob harder, nearly falling to his knees, and Bruce clings to his shoulders in fear of falling with him. Thankfully, Thomas has great reflexes, so he steps forward, pulling his arm away from his wife, doing his best to keep the sobbing man upright after catching him.
The police surrounded them, questions flying around, while Martha and Thomas scrambled to figure out what in the world was going on. No one noticed the pure joyful smile on Bruce Wayne's face, nor the book held at his chest.
The bat symbol on his hand faded out of view but was never forgotten. He would honor his part of the bargain. He would become the justice and protection this city desperately needed.
For a lifetime with his parents, he would gladly have handed over his own future to Phantom, the bridge between worlds and the Ancient of Deals.
I have come to the conclusion that I need more dork and awkward Simon.
Like we know he has everything in him to suffer and have drama, but I just want to him to feel safe enough to start acting silly and been a complete dork. When I say awkward, I don't mean quiet edgy guy whose awkwardness makes you feel stupid and he look cooler, NO! I mean doing a bad joke that no one else gets and staying there in silence awkard .
Let him try to be normal, but failling to be normal. Like trying to say hi to someone and been too intimidating, and he knows he can look very intimidating so he tries to make a joke to break the ice but it is just too too dark, or too stupid, or too niche to be funny.
Give a Simon who has troubles with his hair and his only solution is blewing that thing off, because he forgot he has a elastic band. Give me a Simon that for once in his life had access to clothes with color and went ballistics with his outfit.
I just imagine him taking this second chance to live kinda seriously, so he tries really hard to have fun and be funny.
Extra + Grace and Rocky:
Let Simon, after the fear and paranoia calms, to be mesmerized by xenonite because he always was interested in creating things, and when Rocky starts teaching him how, he sucks at it, but he is stupidly happy to have created a happy face with xenonite.
Let him be like a child in those first calm interactions with Rocky, because he is a rock who sings, for Simon naturalist been this has to be the most awesome thing ever.
Give me a Simon who is trying really hard to connect with others without the whole this is a violent cult interaction in between, but he hadn't have an experience that wasn't taunted by that since he was a child so he is super rusty with his social skills.
Give him a jokes book (yes you heard/read me a jokes book) and he spends hours trying to get Grace or Rocky to laugh, but he always mess up the joke.
Let Simon be the one bombing Grace with questions about Earth, (i love the idea of Grace asking Simon about Mars, but let my boy have his chance too), while his eyes shine in wonder: "Did you really have forest covering kilometers and kilometers?" "Did you really learn how to swim in a real water ocean?" "Did animals just live freely around?" " Why does Rocky say that you are like a dog? What is a dog?" "How are the mountains? What is snow?"
Simon who is fascinated by Grace's sweaters and shirts, because they are soft and they have jokes too! Simon ugly laugh (ugly laughing should be permitted) by the jokes of those shirts.
Simon over sharing because he once heard that you can tell everything to your friends and that is easy to talk and share with them, and Rocky and Grace told him that they are his friends so he is trying really hard to accomplish his role as a friend.
Give me a Simon that doesn't understand that his life was quite traumatic, so he shares one of the most horrible details of his life and then procedes to do a dad joke, even when he is not a dad, because he hasn't understand what dad jokes consist yet, he just knows they are jokes and he founds them funny.
Simon singing karaoke as if is a duty because Grace told him that it was something that he used to do with his cowokers and friends in earth to loss the tensions, relax and connect, and Simon is like: "Relax and connection? I got it" and then sings "call me maybe" with the seriousness of a coronel in the middle of war.
If he is suffering from scurvy and starvation with Grace in their way to Erid he would make jokes about it, Grace would have kill him for how annoying he was, but he didn't have the energy to do so
Extra + Adrian:
When Simon and Adrian were introduced, Simon made one of his bad/dark jokes and Adrian laugh, truly laugh, and in that moment Simon realized that they were going to become best friends.
Extra + Mutation/ Amputation:
If Simon was mutated he would be the first one to made fish jokes.
He also love the "can you give me a hand" jokes.
Grace and Rocky don't know if is worse to laugh with him or not.
Extra Extra + Bloodymary:
When Grace falls in love, he would be laughing at those jokes super hard. He always tries to laugh at them, because Simon is trying, but if he is interested in Simon, Rocky would go "I know what you doing" and tease him.
When Simon falls in love he is trying all the pick up lines he had ever heard, read or learn.
He will accidentally use or made doble meaning jokes and pick up lines, but he would not know this and Grace is just blushing and dying in silence. Rocky laugh at the situation and Simon is super proud thinking it was thanks to his joke.
Grace would fall in love to this man who can asfixated you with a single arm, do a bomb and interpreted a map without problem, but couldn't throw a joke, be funny or tell an anecdote on the spot without messing it up even if his life depends on it.
Maddie: Your father and I knew that you were disappointed to miss out on the family reunion because of your husband's surgery, so we decided to skip it this year and come give you some support in caring for him!
Jack: As well as giving you a break. You must be under so much stress taking care of him and the kids!
Danny, having been lying about his marriage for the past two years to get out of family obligations: Wow... that's so sweet of you.
Maddie: I'm so excited to meet everyone! When you said you were moving to a new Earth, I knew communication through the Ghost Zone was going to be rough, but only being able to connect audio calls once every four months was much harder to endure than I thought it would be.
Jack: Not to mention traveling here. We had to do so many pit stops to fix up the Spectator Speeder and let me tell you, some of those floating rocks were hard to land on. Sometimes makes me wish we had your ghosts powers.
Danny: Yeah....you both went through so much effort. To vist me. In a different dimension.
Maddie: We three! Jazz is here too.
Danny: *gulps* The whole family is here.
Jack: Oh, don't make that face. The Fenton Reunion happens every four years. We'll see your aunts, uncles, and cousins next time. You're much more important to us, so no need for guilt.
Danny: I- right. Of course. Um, have you guys eaten? I can treat us to some dinner before we go back to my place. My, um, husband is at a doctor's appointment with my eldest while I did some work. I'm going on emergency family leave but I had to fill out the paperwork at the office today. Yup yup, thats why I'm here. At my workplace.
Maddie: You alright sweetie? You're sweating a lot.
Danny: I'm fine!
Jack: You work here? This office building is so nice. What does Wayne Enterprise do? I know you have a management position but I never really understood what department exactly.
Danny, who works in the mail room: Um, Wayne Enterprise does a little of everything. I'm in... communications.
Jack: But what exactly does communications do-
Danny: Excuse me for a bit. I have to let my husband know I'm going to be a little late.
Maddie: Oh! Don't tell the kids we're here. We want it to be a suprise. We brought gifts for all of them! Jazz is actually wrapping them up in the Speeder now!
Danny: Ha ha ha ha of course! Excuse me! *walking away pretending to be tapping a contact on his phone* shit shit shit. What do I do???
Damian appearing from the shadows: You told falsehoods.
Danny: Agh!
Damian: ....
Danny: Mr. Wayne Al Ghul! I-ugh- hello! I mean, good afternoon, sir. I ugh-
Damian: Silence
Danny: Yes sir.
Damian: I heard everything, and while I normally find lies distasteful, I find your parents endearing. It could benefit my family. I shall give you aid in your facade.
Danny: What?
Damain: My father recently had surgery on his right hip- a accident on our extreme skiing trip- and refuses to listen to our family doctor. He will not get the proper bed rest he's been ordered, but he would if you acted like his very upset husband with visting in-laws.
Danny: I- Mr. Wayne would never agree to that.
Damian: You seem to believe Father has a choice.
Danny: I-
Damian: I messaged Richard about the plan. He's gathering my siblings' support as we speak. When you arrive after dinner with your family, Father will have no time to deny anything. We shall trap him in social expectations. By the way, you are Timothy's safe queer adult who was there for him in the early years of his self-discovery journey and now he wants to help you. Its how we guilt trip father.
Danny: I can't lie to Bruce Wayne like that!
Damian: It's too late. Timothy already made a shirt of your face with the words "My Gay Yoda" on it. Your path has been chosen.
Danny: What-
Jack: Danny? Who's this?
Damian holding out his arms for a hug: Grandfather, I am Damian, Father's and Dad's youngest.
Jack: Damian! Its so nice to met you. Call me Gran-papa! *crushes him in a bear hug*
Damian in the most monotone voice ever: Gran-papa, I can not feel my arms.
Maddie: Aren't you just the cutest! Danny used to say the same thing at your age whenever his dad hugged him. I'm your Gran-mama, by the way! JAZZ COME MEET THE BABY!
Danny in a horrified whisper: Did my boss trap me in my own web of lies?
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Bruce going to Fawcett city for work, brings Damian to a park to play while he does business
Bruce: how about you go play with those kids over there they look nice!
Damian: fine father if I must.
Damian approaches the definitely very normal very regularly human children
Damian: Greetings fellow children, may I join in your… what are you doing?
Billy: Oh Hi!!! I’m Billy!! Of course you can play with us!! Right guys!
Mary: For sure!! We love making friends!! My names Mary!
Freddy: The more the merrier!!! Im Freddy by the way
Mary: And I’m Mary, what’s your name?
Damian: What are you doing.
Billy: Hey! Mary asked you a question first mister!
Damian: I will not disclose my name until you tell me what it is that you are currently doing.
Mary: Well gee, what will we ever call you!
Billy: Come on you’re the one that asked to play with us!
Damian: Technically I never said anything of the sort.
Freddy: Well even so, you certainly implied it, but anyway it’s a free country so I suppose you don’t have to tell us if you don’t wanna!
Damian: What. Are. You. Doing.
Billy: Oh yea! We’re just sacrificing this hog to our Gods!!! Wanna join us? :D
Damian: …. I do not kill animals….. That is one sin I will not commit.
Mary: We got it from the butcher silly!
Billy : and since it’s a sacrifice you don’t even have to worry about sinning either!!
Freddy: Do you… do you commit other sins??????? Why did you say it like that??????
Damian:… which Gods?
Billy: Oh you know, little of this little of that, mostly Zeus, he’s pretty demanding
Damian: So I’ve heard.
Billy:
Mary:
Freddy:
Damian:
Billy: So, you gonna join us? :>
Damian: No. And quite frankly I think you are strange,horrible and possibly inhuman children and I hope to never see you again.
Freddy: Golly, that’s not very nice, I hope you don’t have a very good day! In fact I hope when you go to sleep tonight you get so very comfortable and you think you’ve found your new sleeping position, but then when you wake up you’ve given yourself an awful crook in your neck that lasts all day!
After that Damian immediately went back to Bruce.
Bruce: Why did you come back?
Damian: They were strange beings father and I’d rather not fraternize with them. Also I cannot sleep tonight.
Bruce, one eyebrow raised: Oh and why’s that?
Damian: I believe a curse was put upon me.
Damian refuses to elaborate and Bruce is just left wondering what the heck happened
It would be incredible if, a few months later, their hero identities were discovered during a League mission, with Damian acting as Batman's support. And just by looking into each other's eyes, they recognize one another, and the first thing out of Damian's mouth is: 'Child sinner
Bruce going to Fawcett city for work, brings Damian to a park to play while he does business
Bruce: how about you go play with those kids over there they look nice!
Damian: fine father if I must.
Damian approaches the definitely very normal very regularly human children
Damian: Greetings fellow children, may I join in your… what are you doing?
Billy: Oh Hi!!! I’m Billy!! Of course you can play with us!! Right guys!
Mary: For sure!! We love making friends!! My names Mary!
Freddy: The more the merrier!!! Im Freddy by the way
Mary: And I’m Mary, what’s your name?
Damian: What are you doing.
Billy: Hey! Mary asked you a question first mister!
Damian: I will not disclose my name until you tell me what it is that you are currently doing.
Mary: Well gee, what will we ever call you!
Billy: Come on you’re the one that asked to play with us!
Damian: Technically I never said anything of the sort.
Freddy: Well even so, you certainly implied it, but anyway it’s a free country so I suppose you don’t have to tell us if you don’t wanna!
Damian: What. Are. You. Doing.
Billy: Oh yea! We’re just sacrificing this hog to our Gods!!! Wanna join us? :D
Damian: …. I do not kill animals….. That is one sin I will not commit.
Mary: We got it from the butcher silly!
Billy : and since it’s a sacrifice you don’t even have to worry about sinning either!!
Freddy: Do you… do you commit other sins??????? Why did you say it like that??????
Damian:… which Gods?
Billy: Oh you know, little of this little of that, mostly Zeus, he’s pretty demanding
Damian: So I’ve heard.
Billy:
Mary:
Freddy:
Damian:
Billy: So, you gonna join us? :>
Damian: No. And quite frankly I think you are strange,horrible and possibly inhuman children and I hope to never see you again.
Freddy: Golly, that’s not very nice, I hope you don’t have a very good day! In fact I hope when you go to sleep tonight you get so very comfortable and you think you’ve found your new sleeping position, but then when you wake up you’ve given yourself an awful crook in your neck that lasts all day!
After that Damian immediately went back to Bruce.
Bruce: Why did you come back?
Damian: They were strange beings father and I’d rather not fraternize with them. Also I cannot sleep tonight.
Bruce, one eyebrow raised: Oh and why’s that?
Damian: I believe a curse was put upon me.
Damian refuses to elaborate and Bruce is just left wondering what the heck happened
It would be incredible if, a few months later, their hero identities were discovered during a League mission, with Damian acting as Batman's support. And just by looking into each other's eyes, they recognize one another, and the first thing out of Damian's mouth is: 'Child sinner
Misunderstandings jl with alternate version of Billy
So as a person who loves the misunderstandings trope soo much when it is use for comedic purposes
black Adam will be here too
here my idea!!!!
also inspired by @wonderjanga
Jl keeps on asking cap on who is this billy person is. And cap realizing he might need more help with other matters like missions, he decides to summon a Billy from an alternate universe to help him
but the Billy is well not in the best condition and is well dead it a ghost Billy still powerful and mighty but dead. Ghost Billy ask other Billy to live with him as he wants to protect the him(as he wasn’t able to protect himself) ghost Billy discovered he now has a family the shazamily to protect and they love him back so it a win win
When captain marvel introduces the jl to ghost Billy they were like. Oh god not only did
the jl thought and assume that not only did black Adam force captain marvel to have his children, force him to keep them and killed one of his kids(kid eternity) he killed billy
the shazamily is still 100% oblivious to what they had done to strengthen and worsen the
misunderstanding
and black Adam gets jumped by multiple heroes anti heroes and even villains that day
Danny: It was the best sleep I ever had! I've never been on a mattress this nice!
Damian: Of course. It's adjustable, gives massages, and has temperature control. Only the best for the Waynes.
Danny: truly impressive!
Damian: Thank you. Now, may I please inquire on who you are and why you're in my bed?
Danny: My name is Phantom and last night you wished for me so here I am
Damian: I did no such thing.
Danny: Yes you did! I'm your first wish upon a star!
Damian: Are you referencing the childish tradition that Richard forced me to partake in? Even if I did humor him, my wish was to make my father proud.
Danny: Yeah, the wish you said out loud to appease Dick was to make your father proud but your true wish, the one in your heart that you secretly thought of, was to have a friend. And since it's your first ever wish, I am here to make it true.
Damian: Even if that is my true wish, Todd said wishing upon a star does not actually work.
Danny: It does work! But people usually make thier very first wish upon a star when they're very young and often don't remember it, or they make very simple wishes like "I want candy," which is so mundane that they don't realize the magic. And the star only grants the very first wish. You just happened to make it much later in life.
Damian: I see.
Danny: You seem very accepting of this. Most people would be more doubtful.
Damian: I have encountered magic many times. I know there is no reason to doubt.
Danny: Oh cool. I'm glad we're skipping the part where I have to convince you this is real. It's a real time saver.
Damian: Indeed. What happens now?
Danny: Well, I'm assign as your lifetime friend. I'll be here until you die and I get my new assignment. Until then I'll live as a normal human boy.
Damian: Will I be dying soon?
Danny: Not that I'm aware of. I belive you are meant to die of old age.
Damian: I see. Very well, Phantom, I look forward to our friendship
Danny: Me too!
Dick kicking open the door: DAMIAN WHY IS THERE A BOY IN YOUR BED!
Danny: I'm-
Damian choosing violence and grabbing Danny's hand: Richard, I love him.
Danny: What-
Dick: No! You're too young! You're only sixteen! *to Danny* I'LL KILL YOU
Danny: Wait-
Damian: You should run, My Love. I am the beloved youngest son of a very dangerous family. One that is most displeased at my deflowering.
Dick foaming at the mouth: DEFLOWERING?!
Danny: No! That isn't- why are you doing this to me, Damian?!
Damian in the latest voice ever: I do not like sharing my bed space without permission. Run, My Love, rune as fast as your normal human legs can take you. My family will start the hunt for your head now that Richard sent out the message.
Danny: This is going to be a very long human lifespan.
Damian: Drake has unleashed the drones. You have two minutes to escape.
Whats to bet human Danny accidentally exposure therapies the Talons, bc his soul has tons of ecto but hes locked and unable to actively use it. So hes feeds all these undead to better health.
Dan: How in the world did you figure that out? I never had a power like that.
Danny: Remember last month when we fought that empathic-powered ghost that made people fall victim to thier vices?
Dan: Enchant, yes. She was gorgeous.
Jazz dreamy: She really was.
Danny: ....Anyway, I was able to defeat Enchant when I overcame my vice through sheer will and...lack of funds.
Dani: Because you lost them all at the slots.
Danny: Yes, because I lost them all at the slots. Thank you for the reminder, Dani.
Dani: Always.
Danny: Well, once I beat her, I didn't go back to the casino until today for my friend's birthday party-
Dan: It's not Sam's or Tucker's birthdays?
Danny: I have other friends.
Dan confused: How?
Danny: Can I please finish my story!?
Jazz: yes, you can Danny. Everyone else, hush.
Danny: Thank you, Jazz. Anyway, I went back and noticed a dark ectoplasm cloud around some people sitting down at the machines. When I got closer to check if it was a ghost doing something, the cloud was absorbed into my body, and they immediately stopped gambling. I felt it the moment I took it. I removed thier gambling addiction. Curiosity got the better of me, and I tried putting the cloud on a man being rude to the employees, and he started betting like there was no tomorrow. He was addicted. Of course I took the cloud back, but I now I know I can control the urge at will.
Dan: That's cool. Can you make everyone fall victim to thier other vices?
Danny: *snaps finger guns* No. Just gambling
Dan: Then how is that useful at all?
Danny: I'm glad you asked brother dearest. I bought a run-down casino in Gotham, using our entire life savings!
Jazz: YOU WHAT?!
Danny: Wait, this is good! I can guarantee that any of the high ballers will give us all thier money!
Dani: Who, the Waynes? Danny, its a run down casino, people with money ain't going to go in there! YOU PUT US ALL AT RISK OF BEING HOMELESS
Dan: Not me. I have my condo.
Danny: I might have....sold that for the renovations.
Dan: YOU WHAT!?
Danny: It's okay! Once we're up and running, I'll control people enough to make sure we get rich without letting anyone lose thier livelihood! Trust me, this will work!
Jazz: YOU SON OF A-
Danny: Before you finish that sentence remember we share the same parents and thus you insult your own Mother or father!
Jazz: Agh! Fine! But you better make sure this casino is successful because if you don't, I will make sure you never see the light of day, ever. Again.
Danny: I swear it will! I sent the Waynes a personal invitation to the grand opening with something they can't resist!
Dani: A top less picture of you and Dan with your faces tastefully out of frame?
Danny: Ugh, yeah. How did you guess?
Dani shrugging: Its what I would have done to get Brucie Wayne's attention.
Jazz: What do we need to do to get the casino ready for opening day? Did you get the license, permits and all that?
Danny: Sure did! Ghostwriter owed me a favor.
Dan: Oh damn. Paranormal forgery
Danny: It's not forgery if it's legally in the system! By the way Jazz and Dani, I might have included pictures of you in bikinis with your faces tastefully out of frame. Just in case those rumors about Brucie are false. At least we can get some of his kids into the casino if he thinsk the photos aren't worth his time. The three oldest are 21+
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It starts with Superman. At first, no one noticed, because Clark is always surrounded by adoring fans whenever he takes the time to interact with the civilians. He's used to people crowding around, begging for photos, autographs, and even handing him gifts.
Clark follows Bruce's suggestion to avoid autographs but allows selfies and accepts gifts. He tries to say yes only to kids, though, because he has a soft spot for them and doesn't trust the adults. After a normal save- a school bus almost fell off the edge of a bridge after three tires popped and the driver lost control- he was once again surrounded by children begging for his attention.
Amid the chaos, Clark's arms were filled with gifts from well-meaning teens who talked over one another and clustered close. Everywhere he looked, there was a teen with bright eyes and a wide smile, many clutching thier phones for a photo or two. Clark allowed them close for about three minutes before he politely excused himself and flew away, ignoring their disappointment.
He checked every gift, high in the sky, making sure there was no tracking or dangerous item. Once they passed his checks, Clark flew to his apartment, making sure he wasn't followed. After touching up his latest story- writing was mostly editing, he found- he took a bath and got himself some dinner.
Only then, right before he was set to head off to bed, did Clark bother to go through the gifts. Most were drawings and handmade beaded bracelets that reminded him fondly of his own high school days. There was one Superman plushie that seemed handmade, which found its way to a shelf in his room, but the one gift that really stole the show was the very last one.
It was a scroll that, upon unrolling, melted Clark's heart. It was an ink painting of Superman saving an elderly couple. It was obviously from the fire a month ago at the Daily Planet, and the couple was someone very dear to the hero.
There, in bold, sharp black lines, was Clark carrying his Ma and Pa out of the fire, thier faces beaming with love. The artist made the artistic decision not to include the disaster he was rescuing them from, so the image depicted the hair midflight with his parents in each arm, the wing blowing thier hair and thier smiles wide and warm.
He would hang this in his fortress as soon as he flew by the farm to show his parents. He stared at it a little longer before rolling it up and hiding it in his closet behind a false wall.
Clark never suspected anything because there was a picture of Superman saving the Kents, taken by one Jimmy Olsen. He fell asleep that night thinking about how much his family would love it.
That was until the monthly Justice League meeting, where the painting came up in casual conversation after it concluded and members were in the process of leaving. Barry was just retelling his most daring rescue of a group of high schoolers at science camp, outrunning a flood to reach the children. He was also showered with gifts, but his favorite was the ink painting of him running with Iris in his arms from the time he got her out of a building with a bomb.
Clark doesn't normally interrupt a conversation- because his Pa raised him better than that- but he couldn't help it this time. "An ink painting? I got one of those from a teenager two weeks ago."
"I got one too," Hal yells from across the table. He's leaning his cheek back with his feet up. Clark knows Bruce is fighting every instinct in himself to not snap at Hal to take his feet off the table. "It was even in a fancy scroll."
"Mine too." Barry and Clark say at the same time. The three pause, exchanging confused looks. A throat clears on the other side of the room; the men turn to find Diana standing there holding a very familiar scroll.
It is the same fabric that Clark's was made of, the same dark material with the twisting green swirls around the painting. The painting itself was of Wonder Woman, sword held high above her, shield at her side, and right behind her, smiling upwards at her like the goddess she is, stands Steve Trevor.
Except Steve Trevor has been dead for over eight decades. There was no way a random high school had found a picture of him, because Diana had spent years looking for pictures of him and had only found two, both too blurry to really see his facial features. The government had destroyed nearly all records of him when Steve became a part of a secret task force in WWII and couldn't afford to have him linked back to the USA.
This meant the gift giver was someone who had gone out of their way to find Steve and knew that he was someone special to Wonder Woman. Which meant this person also knew that the people they had painted for the other members weren't a wonderful accident but a deliberate choice to use thier family members.
"This just became a risk to our loved ones," Diana announces, hand tight around the top of the scroll
Hal stopped rocking in his chair, swearing softly. "They painted my niece and nephew after I saved them from a fire. I did a few loops and tricks in the air to help calm them down, so a lot of photos of us were taken. I assumed that the artist just used one as a reference. I had no idea that....."
His words fade, but no one calls him out on it. Clark's own heart was hammering in his chest, worry and anxiety licking at his stomach in a nauseating manner. The knowledge that someone out there knew his parents and was even bold enough to taunt him by sending him a painting scared him more than he thought he was capable of feeling.
The four gathered around, retelling how they received their gifts and comparing notes for any similarities. The one thing that stood out was that the scroll was always dropped off when a group of teenagers was nearby, meaning the one behind it was either using teenagers or was a teenager themselves.
"Do you think we are the only ones being targeted?" Clark questions while tapping his arm. "Does anyone else in the League receive them?"
"I'll send out a message," Barry offers, typing away on his tablet. A beep goes off on everyone's communicators, reading out the message in code and calling all members back for an emergency briefing. "We need to make it quick. I don't like leaving Iris alone now that I know someone knows about her."
Turns out every one of the main seven had received a scroll, which made everyone uneasy. Almost everyone.
"Did you not like them?" Bruce doesn't pout, but it's the closest any of them have ever seen him get to. "He worked really hard on them."
"He? Batman, do you know who sent these?"
The Dark Knight leans back in his seat, as stoic as the day they met him, but everyone knows him well enough to see the emotions just beneath his skin. Bruce was preening.
"My son painted those."
"Robin?" Clark frowns. "Why did he not just give it to us at the Watch Tower?"
"No. My other son. He doesn't know he's my son, but I know that he's my son, and I'm watching him go out in the world and act like he's not my son."
"Hold on." Barry holds up an arm. "I got confused. Which Robin are we talking about?"
"None."
".....Then how is he your son?"
"He's my biological child, whom I had during a fling with his parents during thier visit to the Tower of London."
"Parent s. As in plural?" Hal cuts in, eyebrows raised.
"Yes." Bruce nods once, sharply, decisively. And because they know him so well, smugly, "They're ghost hunters."
"Right, so your biological son, who doesn't know he's yours because he was raised by the two-thirds of your threesome, painted pictures of our family members and gave them to us as gifts." Oliver summarized, with confusion clearly coloring his words. "Does that mean he knows our secret identities?"
"Yes."
"Did you tell him?" Clark asks
"No."
"Then how does he know?"
Bruce paused for a single second before he shrugged. "He takes after me. He painted one for me as well"
They watch the man eagerly pull a scroll from its strap on his utility belt, letting it roll open on its own. It's an awe-inspiring painting of Batman mid-swing over the city of Gotham, with the moon behind him. It has bold, thick lines that create a contrast with the white fabric.
It is a true masterpiece....were it not for the giant world written across the scroll.
"It says menace."
"Yes. He does not like Batman"
Diana very delicately stepped closer, placing one comforting hand on Bruce's shoulder. "He'll come around."
"He will not. He thinks Batman is a ghost and has attempted to kill me multiple times. He won't let me close enough to talk"
There is another heavier pause before Clark stands. "All in favor of helping Batman with his child, say aye."
"Aye." The word is echoed by six different voices.
Bruce rolls up his scroll. "That's nice."
"Don't worry, Batman. How hard can it be to track down an ink artist?"
Two years later, Clark is sobbing into his hands in the conference room that has been covered inch by inch with Ink paintings. Every new piece is a new taunt. A reminder that for all his superpowers, he had nothing on the mind of a very determined and petty Wayne. "Where is he? Where is that boy?"
"What is he!? A ghost!?" Hal flings blurry photos over the table, each with a teenage boy. He's never in focus, rarely facing the camera, and the only thing clear about him is his bright green eyes, which almost seem to glow. "How can none of us get a good picture of him!?
Bruce turns from where he's admiring his son's latest work. "Wait a minute. You might be on to something."
Tim Drake is an exchange student at Casper High School. It's in the middle of nowhere, with a town small enough that everyone knows everyone, but you still have to travel a bit to get anywhere commercial. As someone from a big city with plenty to do for any given age, Tim hates it at first sight.
The sun is too bright. The people are far too into small talk. There is only one school district, one fast-food joint, and a pathetically small mall.
Really, it's no wonder that this was the only remaining slot for the national exchange program. No one wanted to give up Gotham for little Amity Park, but alas, Tim had been so caught up in a case that he had been late to turn in his paperwork. It's not like Tim could bail on it, too, as the program was a part of his deal with the school to make up credits for missing so much class. He didn't care one way or the other whether he graduated from high school, but Bruce made a big show of education and forced him into it.
The program was underfunded, running on generous donations with little to no participation from Gotham Academy students. Most of the student body at Gotham could afford travel, but the students who were switching places with them couldn't, and the program was desperate to give less fortunate students a chance to travel. Bruce basically bribed the school by giving a big slum of money for the program and ensuring they met their exchange number quota by signing Tim up.
So here he was, living with his host family- the Foleys- for half a school year to ensure he could graduate with his class. Their son, Tucker Foley, was currently living with the Waynes for the same amount of time. He was the only one who signed up for the exchange program- whether that was because Casper High could only afford one slot or no one knew about it until it was too late, since the announcement was for Computer Science Enthusiasts, Tim didn't know.
He stood out at Casper High for being the shiny new thing, but no one here seemed aware of who he was. It made sense; Bruce is a celebrity in Gotham for all his charity and his scandalized nightlife; however, that hardly touched the lives of Amity Park's residents, so the people didn't care about him or know him very well. Thus they knew his children much less.
Now Tim didn't go out of his way to hide his connection to Bruce, or that he was wealthy; he was just so used to people already knowing that about him that it slipped his mind. Thus, his classmates at Casper High were under the impression he was from the same lower-middle class as they were and that he was a scholarship kid from Gotham Academy.
They also had no idea his parents had passed and that Bruce Wayne was his father.
In the first few weeks, everyone wanted to talk to him, but soon interest faded, and the school's long-standing cliques slowly iced him out once they decided whether he was one of them.
The A-listers (what a concept: the populars were so popular they gave themselves a nickname and no one thought it tacky) were the first to deem him unworthy. While Tim is great on a skateboard, he had no interest in football and saw no reason to flash his wealth, and that was enough to drop him. They attempted to bully him, but Tim shut that down real quick. He might not be allowed to fight in school (Bruce and Jason said it was an unfair advantage), but that didn't mean he was about to let them walk all over him.
The next to drop him were the skateboarders because Tim was used to traveling all over the city with his board, and found it odd that the small town only allowed them to board the tiny park with only three ramps and one bowl. He got a lot of warnings from the local police force for merely walking around with his board and grew tired of it. The skateboarders thought him too pretentious for complaining.
The next group to drop him was the basketball team, the soccer team, and even the swim team. Mostly because Tim has the same amount of interest in those sports as he did in football. Though he thought he had developed a kinship with Wes through thier shared enjoyment of conspiracy theories, it became clear that Wes only cared about ghosts and gave Tim judgmental looks when he broached the topic of aliens. He had no idea why; Superman is famously known as an alien alongside Martian Manhunter.
The pattern continued for the art kids, the theater kids, and the band geeks. Casper High wasn't big enough to have more cliques than that, which was rather sad. There were small groups of friends who didn't fit the stereotypical cliques, but it was rather forced to talk to them because they had known each other since kindergarten, and Tim always felt out of place when they invited him. They all seemed relieved when he left, and that stung a little.
By the end of the first month, the only people willing to speak to him was the only goth on campus, Samantha Manson, and her dorky friend, Danny Fenton. However, that was only on occasion because they too knew eachother for years, and breaching thier space felt awkward. Fenton also had a habit of wandering off for hours, doing who knows what, and seemed like a troubled kid, based on all the issues the staff had with him.
Tim wondered if Foley was also having a horrid time in Gotham. He doubted it, because if anything else, his siblings would throw the best welcome wagon anyone could ask for.
He still had three and a half more months to go, and Tim honestly thought he would go insane before it ended. He didn't even have his gear for heroing. Alfred had confiscated it, along with a lecture about balancing his work and private life. Only because it was the respected butler (and the real patriarch of the family) did Tim listen to take a break from fBr Robin.
Tim almost wept with joy when the first ghost attack occurred. Gotham on a regular day was dangerous, but little sleepy Amity Park was so peaceful it set his teeth on edge. He hated how unaware everyone was, walking around without a care for thier surroundings or a hurry to get wherever they were going. Not to mention the friendliness that was socially expected here.
People stopped in the grocery aisle to chat for up to twenty minutes, even when they didn't like each other. Tim was just not used to the slow life, and he felt he came off as rude when he made excuses to end conversations as quickly as possible.
So yeah, he was happy when a ghost attacked the school and the blanket of fear and worry settled over the crowd. It might have been wrong of him, but it made him feel a little less homesick.
The ghost had attacked Casper High during lunch break. One lunch break, because the school was small enough that they could have all students eating at once regardless of grade.
Tim had been in the process of standing up and snapping instructions to the crowd of students when the local hero beat him to the punch. He hadn't even been aware that Amity Park had a local hero, but there he was, Phantom, in all his glory, fighting away the ghost.
In an impressive amount of time and little to no property damage- something not even Superman or Wonder Woman could boast- Phantom had the ghost defeated and locked away in a cylindrical device. By the time lunch ended, students resumed thier daily lives like nothing had happened.
They spoke about the incident as if it were a regular school fight, and Tim was once again thrown by how boring this stupid little town was.
"Are you alright?"
Tim was snapped out of his brooding by Sam, who took the seat next to him. This was the main reason he referred to her as Sam instead of Manson: it was the one class she didn't share with Fenotn, and thus had her complete attention.
It was one of the five elective options- gosh, only five electives for a whole high school. Tim should tell Bruce to send money to this place- and it wasn't the most popular.
Not that Tim could blame the other students for finding the photography class boring. They didn't even get to take pictures because the school decided to buy the football team new uniforms instead of getting cameras.
He had been horrified that the entire class was spent studying photography techniques from a textbook printed in the 90s and watching videos on how to take pictures. The teacher didn't even teach that much; he just told people to fill out worksheets and let the class to thier own devices most of the time. It was mind-numbingly boring.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He sighs, lifting his chin from where it was resting on his fist. Tim had been glaring out the window at Amity Park's clear blue skies and chirping birds. He couldn't even hear traffic because the streets were empty. It was the middle of a workday, and apparently that meant the majority of Amity Park was busy, because they were that small.
"Ghosts can be scary the first time you see them," Sam comforts, obviously misunderstanding his mood. "Don't be embarrassed."
"I'm not." The entire attack had nothing on the big names from Gotham. Heck, even a regular dispute about overly charged coffee was far more terrifying than the blob that attacked earlier.
Sam hums, obviously not believing him, but the goth doesn't push the issue. She pulls out her textbook, the old thing obviously seen better days, and a notebook. As soon as she turns to a fresh page, Sam dives into doodling, even when the teacher clears his throat and gives a half-assed lecture on lighting settings.
Tim immediately zones out, turning his attention back to the window, even if there is nothing of interest there. There is nothing of interest in this whole town.
"Don't worry, ghosts usually only attack once a week," Sam mutters on his left. Not low enough, because an upperclassman turns around in his seat with a sneer. Another thing about this school. There weren't enough students to fill an entire class, so they mixed grades for electives; either that was because they had no choice or they needed enough students to keep the class was anyone's guess.
"Aw, is Tiny Tim scared of a ghost?" He mocks, to the scattered chuckles of his tablemates.
Tim blinks slowly. "I'm sorry, Tiny Tim? As in the Christmas Carol? That's the name you're using to make fun of me with?"
A girl laughs like Tim is actually devastated by this, and Sam bristles at his side. Before his friendly acquaintance- because they aren't friends. Not really. They only chat in class- can snap Tim continues. "Seriously? That's the best you can do? Dude, I didn't think it was possible to be bad at making fun of people. I mean, that's so pathetic. I just feel bad for you. How can you be a failure at being a bully?"
The upperclassmate's mean smile flatters at Tim's honest pity for him, and the other students seem unsure how to proceed. It wasn't the reaction they were expecting.
One gathers his wits enough to sneer, "We weren't the ones almost shitting ourselves before Phantom saved the day!"
"Didn't you run during the attack? I'm pretty sure you were the one screaming while running to the student parking lot." Tim considers the boy, trying to remember if he was the one who tripped over a bench or was the guy who hit his face on his window while searching for his keys. These people had terrible procedures for danger. Did they seriously not have any drills in place for ghost attacks? He felt like they should have, given how apparently common ghost attacks were.
"Well-! What were you doing during the attack?" One girl jumps in, placing her hand on the sputtering boy's arm. He thinks they're dating, but he's unsure. Everyone was so touchy here; Tim had to remind everyone to stay out of his bubble. That had caused a lot of his potential friends to stop talking to him.
"I was eating a sandwich." Tim shrugs. "It was peanut butter and jelly. By the time I realized we were being attacked, Phantom was already there. Good hero, by the way. Efficient."
"You expect me to believe you were unbothered by a ghost attack?" She scoffs, but thier conversation must have been loud because someone from the back of the room shouts.
"He was! I got it on video. I left my camera set up the minute the ghost showed up." One of the newspaper guys strides over with a tablet displaying the feed. Tim doesn't know his name, but he was pretty sure the school newspaper only had three members and was relatively low on the school social ladder. This guy was recently moving up because he recorded attacks and edited them. Wes showed him a few. "See?"
And there among the screaming and panicked crowd, sitting literally in the middle of it all was Tim, chewing on his sandwich. It wasn't like he didn't notice the danger- the ghost had picked up the table next to him to fling at Phantom, but Tim had merely slid down the bench while pushing his meal with him and continued eating. He had originally been sitting on the spot where the two picnic tables were met, so it wasn't too much of a hassle to move.
He looked utterly bored in the video, like the attack was interrupting his meal rather than being a danger to his life. At one point, he had picked up his water bottle and sandwich above his head because Phantom had been flung across the tabletop, and it would have knocked his food to the ground otherwise.
The group of upperclassmates grew uneasy by the video, and even Tim was surprised by his own behavior. He hadn't realized how blank his neutral expression was or how little he batted an eye at danger. In Gotham, this wouldn't have stood out too much; if anything, people would think him rather mature for not reacting.
But in Amity Park?
Well....Tim wasn't surprised that by the next class period whispers of him being a sociopath started spreading. He was a little hurt that Sam seemed hesitant to sit near him and found it rather rude of Fenton to start following him around. Wes made it clear he thought Tim was a ghost upfront, but Wes said that about everybody, so Tim didn't take it to heart.
Apparently, Fenton was the son of the local ghost hunters, and Tim's lack of reaction to danger meant he was in cahoots with a ghost in some way. Even his host family seemed weary of him at dinner time because gossip in small towns traveled fast, and honestly?
It was hilarious.
Tim could explain why he was like that, but he had literally nothing else to do. He decided he was going to be as vague and as odd as possible to see how long it would take for them to try to prove he was a ghost. He already was super cagey about his life in Gotham (not on purpose; his small talk from big cities was different from thier small-town small talk), and no one could find him on social media because the Waynes' PR team had locked that up tight. Bruce didn't want what happened to Dick to happen to the rest of them.
Tim still remembers the countdown to Dick's eighteenth birthday before Bruce finally ruined the ones running it. He was practically a ghost online unless you knew what and how to find him, which none of these people could do. Apparently, that was enough to doubt that he was human.
He had three and a half months to spice up his life by implying he was a ghost without letting anyone find a way to confirm it. What was the worst that could happen?
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