Here you go a masterlist for those who ask and if I hear anyone else ask I will cruisfy them.
Rules:
I don't write adult x minor. That especially anything that remotely eludes to Vlad x Danny.
No pregnancy stuff (cloning doesn't count but teen pregnancy is not allowed at all)
I personally don't write Jason x Danny (I don't hate it. I just don't write it myself.)
I also don't write Demon Twins. (Same as the rule before. I don't hate it but I'm not interested in writing it.)
I can't control what you do but be respectful of me and anyone in the comments.
Do not use the content of my blog on TikTok.
I will not censor myself. If you are not old enough to understand certain topics and themes then it's just not for you.
I don't really like the flanderization of characters. So I don't encourage it here.
Any talk of Bruce x Barbara will get you removed. (That shit is TIM BRUCE'S thing and only his thing in the animated series. It is not cannon and no one wanted it!)
If something happens in one cannon and not another it doesn't automatically make it true or false. Just different interpretations on my part as a writer.
AU mean alternative universe. If you belly ache about hating DCxDP being popular just block the tag. I will try to avoid using the main tags.
Im allowed to be creative. This is just fanfiction. It is not that serious.
These are just my rules for my blog. It has no bearing on the rest of the fandom or Tumblr.
Batboy Au (First >) 1-23
Beholder AU 》 Ghost Beauty Standards (Tim x Danny) 》 Deathday Party 》 Ghost Courting:Dangerous 》 Beautiful Ghosts 》 Loving Spirits 》 Pre-wedding Blues 》 Engaged...In Conflict 》 Till Death
Interdimensional Babysitter
》 Field Trip 》 Entropy
Just your average (eldritch) coffee shop AU 》 part 2 》 part 3
Two Soul 》 After Image AU 》 Two for One deal 》 Golden Dollar 》 Half-Blind
Lay Me to Rest 》 Davey Meets Superman 》 Davey Tantrum 》 Davey goes to watchtower 》 Davey self soothes 》 Davey Plays Games 》 Davey Meets Aquaman 》 Davey and Barbara 》 Lois Lane vs Davey 》 Davey Speaks 》 Davey goes outside 》 No one likes Davey 》 A Home For Davey
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Sometimes I dream about the Dream Mall. It doesn't happen often but when I do, I go to my favorite spot. The Chinese stall next to the infinite Macy's that is just the perfume and dress section. I know it's the right Chinese stall by the green sign with unreadable text if you look directly at it. I get the fried rice with all the things I like in it (even the bean sprouts) with a order of 10 piece crispy lemon pepper wings. No other Chinese place in the mall can make it they way the faceless man that has the voice of my dead grandfather and or dead mother makes it.
Danny saw the opening, realized the man Batman had been driving toward the east exit was about to double back, and shifted left to intercept.
Three feet.
He had made bigger adjustments a thousand times before.
"Robin, wait!"
Something silver flashed at the edge of Danny's vision.
He turned.
The Batarang caught him across the face.
For one suspended second, there was nothing.
No pain. No sound.
Just the strange sensation of metal striking bone and his head snapping violently to the side.
Danny screamed.
He hit the concrete hard, both hands flying up before he even understood why.
Wet.
His fingers were wet.
No.
Blood.
Blood was pouring through his hands, warm and slick, racing down his cheek and wrist.
"Kid!"
Harvey.
Danny heard a gun hit the floor.
Then Harvey was there.
One arm caught him around the shoulders before he could collapse completely, dragging Danny against his chest. His other hand closed around Danny's wrist, stopping him from clawing blindly at the wound.
"No, no. Don't touch it. Kid, don't touch it."
"My face!"
Danny twisted against him.
Panic drowned out the pain for half a second.
"My face, Boss! What did they do to my face?!"
"I know. I know, kid. Hold still."
"Let me go!"
Danny tried to wrench his hand free.
He needed to feel it.
Needed to know how bad it was.
Whether his cheek was still there.
Whether his nose was cut.
Whether—
His fingers brushed the edge of the wound.
Pain exploded through his skull.
Danny shrieked and recoiled.
Harvey caught both of his wrists.
"Stop!"
"My face!"
"I know!"
"What did they do to me?!"
Harvey froze.
Not because of the words.
Because of the voice.
Danny heard it too.
His own voice had changed halfway through the sentence.
The first half had come out high and frightened, almost breathless.
The second was lower.
Sharper.
Angry.
A familiar pressure pushed at the inside of his skull. It was different from his usual shift. The deeper part of it that he kept buried. The instinctive part.
Move.
Danny clenched his teeth.
Not now.
Let me see.
No.
Let me out.
"No."
Harvey's grip tightened.
"Kid?"
"I'm fine."
The answer came too quickly.
Too flat.
Harvey knew immediately.
His right eye wouldn't open.
Danny suddenly realized that.
He stopped fighting.
His left eye fluttered open.
The warehouse came back in pieces. Concrete. Crates. Black boots. Batman standing several yards away. Robin farther behind him.
Danny blinked.
His left eye focused.
His right gave him nothing.
Nothing.
Danny's breathing stopped.
He blinked again.
Nothing.
He tried harder, forcing the muscles around his right eye to move despite the agony.
Still nothing.
"Boss."
Harvey didn't answer.
Danny's stomach dropped.
"Harvey?"
"I've got you."
"I can't see."
"I know."
"No."
Danny jerked upright in his arms.
"No, I can't see. I can't see out of my eye."
"I know, kid."
"No!"
The other presence surged forward with him.
For once, neither half of Danny disagreed.
Panic belonged to both of them.
His hand shot toward his face again.
Harvey caught it.
"Let me feel it!"
"No."
"Let me see!"
"You can't see it right now."
"My face is cut open!"
"Danny—"
"What if my eye is gone?!"
"It isn't." Harvey said it too fast.
Danny stared at him with his one working eye.
Harvey looked terrified. That was when Danny knew it was bad. Harvey Dent did not evem look scared when people pointed guns at him. He did not look scared when Batman dropped from rooftops. He did not look scared when his own reflection caught him unexpectedly in a mirror.
He was confident! He was cool! He can't be scared! Not now!
But he looked scared now.
Danny's throat closed.
"My face." His voice cracked.
Harvey's expression twisted.
Danny had watched strangers look at Harvey. Some stared at the ruined half of his face. Some looked away too quickly. Some children cried. Some adults did worse, gagging and pretended not to. That's why Harvey had his prosthetics.
Danny had seen Harvey check his reflection before leaving the house when he went out as Tw-Face, adjusting collars or angles so the damaged side was less obvious when he was having a bad day. Even when he was in the underground of Gotham, he cared so much about his appearance.
He had heard the other voice sneer that it didn't matter. He had heard Harvey insist that it did.
A horrible realization settled into his chest.
"Am I—" He couldn't finish.
Harvey knew anyway.
"No."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"Am I going to look like—" Danny stopped.
Harvey went very still.
Danny's working eye widened.
"I didn't mean—"
"I know."
"No, Boss, I didn't—"
"I know what you meant."
There was no anger in his voice. That somehow made it worse.
Danny started shaking.
The voice inside him whispered again.
They ruined us.
Danny squeezed his eye shut.
Shut up.
They ruined our face.
Shut up.
Make them pay.
Harvey's hand came to the back of his head.
"Danny, talk to me."
"He won't shut up."
"What's he saying?"
Danny shook his head.
Harvey didn't make him answer.
Across the warehouse, Robin finally spoke.
"I didn't mean to hit him."
Harvey's head lifted. Danny felt the change in him.The arm around Danny stayed careful.
Everything else hardened.
Robin stood completely still.
The Batarang lay on the concrete several feet away, one edge shining red.
Danny stared at it.
That little piece of metal had done this.
His stomach rolled.
"I was aiming past him," Robin continued. "He changed position and—"
Danny's second voice surged forward.
"You threw a blade at our face."
Robin's mouth snapped shut.
Danny felt himself smile.
It hurt.
He didn't care.
Harvey turned Danny's face back toward him.
"Stay with me. Look at me."
"He did this."
"I know. But you are in no shape to pick a fight."
"He cut us."
Danny's voice shifted again. Higher.
"What if it doesn't heal?"
Harvey's anger vanished from his expression.
Danny swallowed.
"What if my face stays like this?"
Harvey looked at him for a long moment. Then he carefully cupped the uninjured side of Danny's face.
"Then it stays like this."
Danny stared at him.
"And?"
"And what?"
Danny's breath hitched.
"You think I'm going to tell you that makes you worth less?"
Danny looked away.
Harvey's thumb brushed through his hair.
"You picked the wrong guardian for that particular insecurity, kid."
A wet laugh escaped Danny before turning into something dangerously close to a sob.
Harvey pulled him against his chest. Danny buried his face carefully against Harvey's coat.
"My eye."
"We're getting it looked at."
"What if it's gone?"
"Then we'll deal with that."
"What if I look—"
"Like me?"
Danny went silent.
Harvey's hand rested against the back of his head.
"Would that be so terrible?"
"No." Danny answered immediately.
Harvey smiled faintly.
"Then don't talk about yourself like it would be."
Well hot dang, can’t wait for Two-Folds revenge on Robin. Just his luck that he somehow made a personal enemy out of Two-Face’s protege/kid by completing the dual face look. Bad enough that he struggles with split identity.
“Heads or Tails; we either accept your help or we’ll pay back tWoFolD.”
Danny saw the opening, realized the man Batman had been driving toward the east exit was about to double back, and shifted left to intercept.
Three feet.
He had made bigger adjustments a thousand times before.
"Robin, wait!"
Something silver flashed at the edge of Danny's vision.
He turned.
The Batarang caught him across the face.
For one suspended second, there was nothing.
No pain. No sound.
Just the strange sensation of metal striking bone and his head snapping violently to the side.
Danny screamed.
He hit the concrete hard, both hands flying up before he even understood why.
Wet.
His fingers were wet.
No.
Blood.
Blood was pouring through his hands, warm and slick, racing down his cheek and wrist.
"Kid!"
Harvey.
Danny heard a gun hit the floor.
Then Harvey was there.
One arm caught him around the shoulders before he could collapse completely, dragging Danny against his chest. His other hand closed around Danny's wrist, stopping him from clawing blindly at the wound.
"No, no. Don't touch it. Kid, don't touch it."
"My face!"
Danny twisted against him.
Panic drowned out the pain for half a second.
"My face, Boss! What did they do to my face?!"
"I know. I know, kid. Hold still."
"Let me go!"
Danny tried to wrench his hand free.
He needed to feel it.
Needed to know how bad it was.
Whether his cheek was still there.
Whether his nose was cut.
Whether—
His fingers brushed the edge of the wound.
Pain exploded through his skull.
Danny shrieked and recoiled.
Harvey caught both of his wrists.
"Stop!"
"My face!"
"I know!"
"What did they do to me?!"
Harvey froze.
Not because of the words.
Because of the voice.
Danny heard it too.
His own voice had changed halfway through the sentence.
The first half had come out high and frightened, almost breathless.
The second was lower.
Sharper.
Angry.
A familiar pressure pushed at the inside of his skull. It was different from his usual shift. The deeper part of it that he kept buried. The instinctive part.
Move.
Danny clenched his teeth.
Not now.
Let me see.
No.
Let me out.
"No."
Harvey's grip tightened.
"Kid?"
"I'm fine."
The answer came too quickly.
Too flat.
Harvey knew immediately.
His right eye wouldn't open.
Danny suddenly realized that.
He stopped fighting.
His left eye fluttered open.
The warehouse came back in pieces. Concrete. Crates. Black boots. Batman standing several yards away. Robin farther behind him.
Danny blinked.
His left eye focused.
His right gave him nothing.
Nothing.
Danny's breathing stopped.
He blinked again.
Nothing.
He tried harder, forcing the muscles around his right eye to move despite the agony.
Still nothing.
"Boss."
Harvey didn't answer.
Danny's stomach dropped.
"Harvey?"
"I've got you."
"I can't see."
"I know."
"No."
Danny jerked upright in his arms.
"No, I can't see. I can't see out of my eye."
"I know, kid."
"No!"
The other presence surged forward with him.
For once, neither half of Danny disagreed.
Panic belonged to both of them.
His hand shot toward his face again.
Harvey caught it.
"Let me feel it!"
"No."
"Let me see!"
"You can't see it right now."
"My face is cut open!"
"Danny—"
"What if my eye is gone?!"
"It isn't." Harvey said it too fast.
Danny stared at him with his one working eye.
Harvey looked terrified. That was when Danny knew it was bad. Harvey Dent did not evem look scared when people pointed guns at him. He did not look scared when Batman dropped from rooftops. He did not look scared when his own reflection caught him unexpectedly in a mirror.
He was confident! He was cool! He can't be scared! Not now!
But he looked scared now.
Danny's throat closed.
"My face." His voice cracked.
Harvey's expression twisted.
Danny had watched strangers look at Harvey. Some stared at the ruined half of his face. Some looked away too quickly. Some children cried. Some adults did worse, gagging and pretended not to. That's why Harvey had his prosthetics.
Danny had seen Harvey check his reflection before leaving the house when he went out as Tw-Face, adjusting collars or angles so the damaged side was less obvious when he was having a bad day. Even when he was in the underground of Gotham, he cared so much about his appearance.
He had heard the other voice sneer that it didn't matter. He had heard Harvey insist that it did.
A horrible realization settled into his chest.
"Am I—" He couldn't finish.
Harvey knew anyway.
"No."
"Don't lie to me."
"I'm not."
"Am I going to look like—" Danny stopped.
Harvey went very still.
Danny's working eye widened.
"I didn't mean—"
"I know."
"No, Boss, I didn't—"
"I know what you meant."
There was no anger in his voice. That somehow made it worse.
Danny started shaking.
The voice inside him whispered again.
They ruined us.
Danny squeezed his eye shut.
Shut up.
They ruined our face.
Shut up.
Make them pay.
Harvey's hand came to the back of his head.
"Danny, talk to me."
"He won't shut up."
"What's he saying?"
Danny shook his head.
Harvey didn't make him answer.
Across the warehouse, Robin finally spoke.
"I didn't mean to hit him."
Harvey's head lifted. Danny felt the change in him.The arm around Danny stayed careful.
Everything else hardened.
Robin stood completely still.
The Batarang lay on the concrete several feet away, one edge shining red.
Danny stared at it.
That little piece of metal had done this.
His stomach rolled.
"I was aiming past him," Robin continued. "He changed position and—"
Danny's second voice surged forward.
"You threw a blade at our face."
Robin's mouth snapped shut.
Danny felt himself smile.
It hurt.
He didn't care.
Harvey turned Danny's face back toward him.
"Stay with me. Look at me."
"He did this."
"I know. But you are in no shape to pick a fight."
"He cut us."
Danny's voice shifted again. Higher.
"What if it doesn't heal?"
Harvey's anger vanished from his expression.
Danny swallowed.
"What if my face stays like this?"
Harvey looked at him for a long moment. Then he carefully cupped the uninjured side of Danny's face.
"Then it stays like this."
Danny stared at him.
"And?"
"And what?"
Danny's breath hitched.
"You think I'm going to tell you that makes you worth less?"
Danny looked away.
Harvey's thumb brushed through his hair.
"You picked the wrong guardian for that particular insecurity, kid."
A wet laugh escaped Danny before turning into something dangerously close to a sob.
Harvey pulled him against his chest. Danny buried his face carefully against Harvey's coat.
"My eye."
"We're getting it looked at."
"What if it's gone?"
"Then we'll deal with that."
"What if I look—"
"Like me?"
Danny went silent.
Harvey's hand rested against the back of his head.
"Would that be so terrible?"
"No." Danny answered immediately.
Harvey smiled faintly.
"Then don't talk about yourself like it would be."
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Danny was an annoying will shit but that is HIS annoying little shit.
Brucie, he loves the guy but Harvey isn't a fan of his opinions on his parenting.
"Harv, you gotta put your foot down. The kid will bulldoze you otherwise." Bruce said as he watched the kids play.
"You guys ever seen a homemade blowtorch? Watch this!" Danny said pulling out a can and lighter.
Harvey has this all in hand.
"DD, put that down." Harvey said.
"Fuck you!"
"Well, I tried." Harvey said shrugging carelessly.
"Harvy, as the district attorney are you really going to let your son terrorize the streets." Bruce asked.
"Not the streets. The private schools maybe. He's harmless.
As he said that the teen came running towards them.
"Harvey!" Danny grabbed onto Dent's waist, he was only all enough to reach under his guardian's upper arm. "When are we leaving?"
"Soon, go wait by the car." He said unlocking the boy's arms.
As Danny ran off Harvey sent Bruce a smug look.
"See? Harmless."
"Don't bring attention to yourself." Harvey sighed as he leaned back. "The Wayne's are our friends. Don't go scaring them."
"Whatever, they seem pretty tough. Not like those wimps at school." Danny grumbled.
"Be that as it may, we keep up appearances."
"Can't we just be homeschooled or test out?"
"What did we just say?"
Danny looked down and huffed through his nose.
"We keep up appearances." He mumbled.
"And what would they say if I let you run rampant. We have a good thing going. So don't fuck it up."
"Sorry, Boss." Danny said worrying his fingers into his golden dollar.
The coin was a gift to him so that they were truly a marching set. Though unlike Harvey's defaced coin Danny had worn through with his fingers till it was just a shadowed indefinite shape.
"You better be sorry." He said but without venom as he watched the boy's hand twitch, "just flip it already!"
"We could just wager it, huh Boss?" Danny smiled mischievously
Constantine:*driving* I can't believe this. I leave you alone for a few days and you start a sex cult.
Danny:*leaning against the passenger window*It was not a sex cult. Some random weirdos started showing up and they started a sex cult. I was just present and they were really bad followers because they never listened to what I said and kept making up rules and saying I said it.
Constantine: They can't understand your language.
Danny: Exactly! It's not my fault I got summoned to this realm and YOU left me in that cave by myself. Its your fault.
Constantine: *sarcastic* Oh, yes I should let the eldritch horror taken flesh roam around in the open. I was trying to keep you hidden until I could figure out how to keep people from being drawn into your mind altering spell!
Danny: And look how successful that was....can we stop and get tacos? I saw a stand pass by.
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Danny: So in my dream I was looking at myself laying on a mortuary table. They opened my chest and where there should have been organs there was just this empty void of darkness. My body looked at me and his eyes were dull and hateful. Like he knew just like I did that all this meant nothing.
Tim: That's not a big deal. We all have those dreams. Just avoid sleeping.
Danny: So in my dream I was looking at myself laying on a mortuary table. They opened my chest and where there should have been organs there was just this empty void of darkness. My body looked at me and his eyes were dull and hateful. Like he knew just like I did that all this meant nothing.
Tim: That's not a big deal. We all have those dreams. Just avoid sleeping.
It's becoming so clear that Davey doesn't belong here but Bruce couldn't let go that he seemed to fit so well sometimes. He had never given up on anyone let alone his children.
Davey just had special needs. He was still just a little boy. He had his whole life ahead of him.
At least he did.
Constantine hasn't given up trying to get Bruce to see the truth. Davey is dead. He has been dead for a long time now. But Bruce doubted it more and more. He had held Davey in his arms and can feel the warmth of his body and the pulse of his heart. He was a living being.
But he knew very well that "Living" and Davey were always at odds. Davey's obsessive desire to not just die but to be killed was what made him what he was. His singular desire was what kept him here on earth. Bruce could neither let him pursue it nor let him give it up. In either case, Davey would be gone for good just like Constantine warned.
There is no winning.
Jason wanted to take Davey. Allow him to fulfill his obsession and use it to help people. But Bruce could never agree to that. But his nature Davey must be harmed in order to harm others. Could Jason truly stand by and watch Davey wander into the hands of those whose only desire is to hurt children just so Davey can conduct his lengthy psychological attack—mentally tormenting his target to death.
Davey is also kept under constant watch because he can easily escape back into the world and sometimes he still tries. Part of him knew that if Davey did truly escape long enough he'd never come back. The pull of his nature would always overwrite any semblance of humanity he had learned.
It was selfish in a way.
Bruce knew how much Davey struggled in a world that had rules he didn't understand. He didn't understand why people feared or felt uncomfortable around him. He'll he had alienated most of the League and they wayed far from him. It hurt Bruce of course and the kids have tried to be there for Davey. But they knew is was tiring. Davey required 24 hour care and it's taxing cleaning up blood stains and dealing with the sight of the child corpses he leaves behind. Thank, God they disintegrate after a while.
Davey was a sweet kid though. He loved people in a pure way. He didn't expect anything from you but was thankful for any affection you gave. He wanted to be near you and be held. He was just so young when he died and it must have been so horrible for him to be so new to being loved.
But knew he needed to find answers. For Davey's sake. Constantine told him from the start to find Davey's resting place. Taking him back to where he died and performing an appeasement ceremony might be enough to let him rest but they may also have to let Davey finally find his original target. The one who killed him.
They managed to make a trail of each of Davey's kill locations to find where it all started. They narrowed down a location in Madison, Wisconsin. It felt random at first. What could have happened there to create a revenant?
Tim had his theories. He brought up the Native American legend of the Deer Woman. The Deer Woman was a spirit that targeted men who harmed women and children by luring them to their deaths. That is exactly what Davey did. His uncanny ability to find his targets, just by looking at them made sense.
That only made it clearer that Davey couldn't last among humans.
It was settled. They were going to have to take him back there. It was the only way to know for sure. There was a good chance that Davey wouldn't be coming back.
Dinner that evening was quiet. Tomorrow was Davey's last night here. Of course, Davey didn't know that. He just knew that everyone was paying extra attention to him. He got extra cookies from Alfred without having to ask extra nicely.
He didn't really understand what it felt like but he saw that Dick's eyes were red. He saw that in his shows on PBS that that mean sadness. He followed what the TV told him and hugged Dick.
He had learned a lot recently. Like be kind and caring to others because it's the right thing to do. Always comfort your friends and listen to what they need.
Dick said he was okay though. Davey didn't know what to do next.
Tim gave him unlimited tablet time though and he sat on Barbara and Cass's lap all night until he fell asleep at 8, a whole hour after his bedtime.
It was around midnight when Damian snuck into Davey's room. He picked up the 6-year-old and carried him off.
He didn't like Davey but he couldn't let this happen. He didn't know what was going through his father's head. He has never given up on anyone, even if the world thought they deserved it. Why give up on Davey?
Damian knew the answer. He didn't like the answer, none of them did. But was this truly putting Davey first? He didn't do anything wrong but be turned into a revenant. He didn't ask for this. Bruce said he was just going to look for an answer but he didn't need Davey to do that.
Damian didn't care how sad everyone was, they never asked Davey what he wanted. So he was going to stop them from making a stupid decision.
Jason was waiting outside in a car. Damian loaded the sleeping boy in the back and they drove off a quickly as possible.
Davey slept soundly as the crossed state lines. Jason had packed what they needed for now. Actually Alfred did. He had somewhat expected this.
Jason still couldn't belive this. Everyone was treating Davey like a dog that was being put down the next day.
True they didn't have a plan either but it was better then just letting him go.
When the sun rose Davey was already waking up and the first hell was starting.
Everyone was already aware that Davey was gone. In a house where no one slept it was obvious. So they didn't bother being surprised when their temporary phone started ringing.
Then Davey woke up and that was the worst part. Disregulation.
Jason had to pull over to get Davey sorted while Jason answered his phone.
"Jason, I know you don't like this and I don't either but this has to happen." Bruce said calmly.
"Bullshit!" Was Jason's only retort as he slid his phone away.
Damian was busy getting Davey back in the car as Davey was all to gleeful suddenly to be on a road. His hunting ground.
They had to keep moving though. He stocked up on gas to make sure they didn't need to stop anytime soon.
"Todd, what is the plan?" Damian asked roughly as he buckled Davey into his seat.
"I don't know yet. Just not letting Davey die."
"How enlightening. He dies all the time. We need a real plan or we might as well have left him with father."
"You know why we can't. That British asshole has got it in his head that he has to bury the kid." Jason grimaced as he got back into the driver's seat.
"Dami!" Davey called out to Damian as he touched his cheek.
"What is it!" Damian snapped as he pushed Davey to sit back in his seat.
Davey only pointed in a direction on the road.
After a moment they sighed. It's his life after all if he wants to go that way he can go. Letting him lead the way.
They drove for roughly 13 hours to Illinois. Jason had suspected that it was the route Davey had taken the first time to Gotham but he was wrong. This wasn't the same path of origin at least because the fist death were in Wisconsin. It was only a small difference but I was enough hope that they weren't taking Davey right to where he was supposed to be buried.
They stopped to get some food at a diner. Damian found the diner's name to be fitting "Nasty Burger" because all diners were basically disgusting Jason told him to suck it up while they got a booth because he was tired and only one of them was old enough to drive.
Jason ordered a burger while Damian got a salad and a shake. Davey colored while Jason ordered him a fruit cup and some mac n' cheese.
They had just gotten their food when a group of teens came in as they walked by Davey shot up with excitement.
"Hey little guy," Danny laughed as he picked up the boy, "I thought you went off on your own."
"Excuse me? Who are you?" Jason interject.
The teen turned his attention away from Davey and sheepishly grinned.
"Oh me? Uh, I guess I'm a relative."
Damian studied the teen closely and it checked. He and Davey had the same nose, hair and ears. They even had the same rings in their eyes.
"If you are related to David how is he in our custody?" Damian challenged.
"I don't really—" The teen shifted but was interrupted by the Gothic girl named to him.
"Yeah, why do you have him?" She asked with eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Danny waved her off and she back off but she still looked like she wouldn't let it go.
The group ended up sitting together in the crowed booth as Davey sat in Danny's lap.
"So you brought him here because something is wrong with him?" Danny asked still a bit confused.
Damian and Jason her being a bit vague as they didn't know how much Danny knew.
"Yeah, he's a bit stunted for his age and we thought finding his "birthplace" might give us answers." Jasn said.
Danny stiffened.
"Sorry but he can't go back there. That place was redused to ashes. Besides, he is fine. He's only a few months old so give it some time." Danny said firmly.
"What do you mean?" Jason didn't know which part of that statement he was asking about, the ashes or the months part.
The teen didn't answer any further as Davey began to try to swallow a fork. In what anyone else would assume was a slight of hand Danny phrased his fingers through the boy's mouth and pulled the utensil out.
"No, no, no. We don't do that. Not in public," Danny cooed like he had seen the cutest thing ever before looking up "he's playful isn't he?"
"Are you saying that's normal?" Damian asked in astonishment.
"I must be normal to him at least." Danny shrugged.
"Alright lets cut to tye chase then. What is he?" Jason asked firmly as the other teen boy next to him coughed nervously.
The girl on the other side need to Danny stood and gestured for Danny to hand over the boy and Danny handed him off.
"I'll call Jazz." She said simply as she walked to the other side of the diner and let the boy play with the gumball and prize machines.
Danny sighed for a moment as his other friend walked off to join them.
"He's...a clone," He said at last "of me."
"And what does that mean for him?" Jason asked not even surprised to be honest. "More importantly what are you then?"
"He wasn't a perfect clone. He must of came out screwy or something. Most clones do. But he is the last thankfully." Danny said defensively.
"But what are you?" Damian interrogated.
"Im a...halfa. half human, half ghost. But him, he's not." Danny said at last.
"What if he?" Jason didn't really care what this kid was, Davey was the priority.
Ghosts are real, big whoop. They already knew that part. But half ghosts are new.
"He is not half dead. More like... a quarter maybe? He's paradox. Living and dead at the same time but you have to be looking at him. Think Schrodinger's cat, alive and dead buy he has to be one or the other." Danny tried to explain but even he seemed to have a poor grasp on it.
"That doesn't give us a good answer." Jason huffed.
"Sorry, I don't really understand what the problem is. You call him David right? Just think of him as that. No need to overthink it." Danny shrugged.
"We can't do that. Right now he is in danger of being dead for good. They want to give him a final rest." Damian said slamming his fist on the linoleum table making the cups rattle.
"I doubt it can be done. As i said he is more living then dead."
"But he keeps killing people and that alone is enough for them to keep trying."
Danny gave them a skeptical look then he looked over to Davey carefully putting the quarters Tucker gave him into the machine and giggling as he turned the dial for a toy capsule.
"Yep, a killer. I can see it in his creepy little eyes."
"He has a record of killing pedos, serial killers and traffickers from here to Gotham." Jason said.
Danny paused for a moment then his smile stretched widely in pride.
"That's amazing. Good kid." Danny said fondly.
"How do we get him to stop?" Damian said though honestly he didn't mind it.
"He can't seem to control himself and constantly killing himself which is the problem while he is causing death to his targets." Jason added.
".....he's probably just hungry." Danny answered matter of fact.
Damian and Jason were not amused. I fact they were quite upset.
"Hungry?! You're fucking joking right? Its not fucking funny!" Jason hissed.
Whoa? Hey hey hey! Just hear me out!" Danny put his hand up defensively as Davey wondered back over to show off his sticky hand toy.
Danny sighed as he picked Davey up and turned to nod at his friends who took it as a sign and stepped outside. The goth girl still on the phone giving live updates.
Danny put Davey on his lap as he took a knife and slowly cut open his palm. Letting his blood pool in his hand.
Like a fawn to milk Davey drank the dripping blood.
Damian and Jason looked on and horrified shock for a few moments. Then the shock faded. They were too used to Davey being generally horrifying.
"I was right. He was starving." Danny said letting the boy drink his blood.
"Since when does he drink blood?" Damian asked confused.
"He doesn't. Well, he wouldn't need to usually. He's little so he need ectoplasm. Ectoplasm needs death to be created, the fresher the body the better." Danny explained.
The two vigilantes had a pause. Davey had been looking for food the whole time?
"But he kills himself or makes people kill themselves." Jason questioned.
"Killing is how he feeds. Killing himself to harm others might just be part of his feeding ritual. I don't feel bad about his targets so I don't see the harm. But if he is killing himself without a target it's probably a form of autocannibalism. Death makes ecto and his body is alive enough to count. He is generating his own food when he doesn't have access to it. But I'm going to take a guess and assume he is having too much fun with it." Danny sighed as he looked down at Danny and cooed, "Are you getting the attention you want?"
Davey chirped happily between gulps of blood.
"Our biology is different. I don't need to feed like him because my body is perpetually creating ectoplasm. He is just doing it manually. I'm sure he will settle if you can get him a bottle a day." Danny said finally pulling his hand away as Davey whined for more as he reached out.
Davey looked better. His cheeks where a healthy pink although his lips and chin where covered in blood. Like a little vampire.
Damian looked around the diner and noticed that no one looked at them. Didn't seem to notice the macabre display of this whole thing.
"Are you saying he should stay here with you?" Damian asked.
"No, not really. Even if it might be easier for him to feed here he is going to wonder off again. This is my haunt. Everything is under my control. He went to you because he was making his own haunt to grow into. That's why he was hunting. I can't interfere." Danny shrugged "it's nice seeing him but it will be a years before he gets established. His core needs time to solidify. Isn't the right buddy?"
Jazz finally arrived with a cooler. Inside where about 50 bottles of seal ectoplasm. Enough to last a while.
"Just put this in a sippy cup mixed with juice or blood a few times a day. Hell needed to be weaned off it once he is more stable though. This isn't a permanent solution. She said to Jason.
Jason was still shocked that this whole ordeal was because Davey was hungry.
Davey was content however as he drank from an old bottle that Jazz found in their old baby stuff.
Everything went quickly from there. They exchanged information and before they knew it they were driving back to Gotham with Davey fully intact.
They would have to get more ectoplasm when they ran out but that was nearly an inconvenience.
But now they knew. Davey wasn't dead—er not fully dead. He was just a half ghost of some kind. He wasn't the only one at least. He was also a clone which while unsettling as a topic it was completely something they understood and can deal with. The boy he was clone with is fine with it as well. Davey technically has a family they can talk to.
Most importantly, Davey gets to live.
That was what mattered.
Jason sighed in relief until he was Damian attempting to drink some ectoplasm in the rear view mirror.
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