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The move went... more or less. It Went. But nobody died, nothing was broken and I did get to sleep properly these past few months. But between the writer's curse hitting me, getting distracted (again) by getting into Wuthering Waves. (May or may not be uploading fics for it) Also found the Scum Villain series at the local manga store that popped up while I was away from home. Was pricy, but totally worth it<3
Also I want you guys to know this was painful for me to write. Y'all had better appreciate what I sacrificed to make myself write this.
Danny is exactly as the others described, Barbara thinks. Sure she's seen a few pictures the others snapped of him- well, the oddly blurred around the edges photos. Tim's frustrated griping about the pins and strings of his crazy wall, trying to guesstimate what powers Danny actually had, had several new ones added after learning that. Griping she couldn't help but agree with, considering she'd found absolutely nothing on this kid either. The usual suspect lists on the black market made several mentions of kids who couldn't be photographed, but none seemed to match Danny. It would be easier if they knew more about his powers than Duke's shrugging and claiming he 'kinda glows' and some slightly enhanced skills. The closest thing they had to something concrete- his near-death like sleeping habits- could be just about anything.
Still, actually looking at him right now? He looks so ordinary. Like any kid you'd pick up off the street, if that kid happened to have been bought some slightly pricy clothes by Dick and Duke. And if that kid happened to be embarrassed about being dragged into her library by the other batgirls. And, perhaps, if that kid had someone with red hair in his life that he lost recently. From the way his face twisted, dropped, and went politely blank in the first few moments was any indication.
"We have plenty of books on astronomy actually. Let me check our databases and see what's still available? You can tell me if you haven't read some of them."
"That'd be great! Thanks miss Gordon."
His smile is so bright, Barbara can't help but smile too.Â
"So," Steph slides up after Cass and Harper wander off with Danny in tow. They're definitely listening in on their comms too, but none of them know how the new guy's hearing actually is so it's all coded from here on out. "What'cha think? Me and the girls found him lost in the gardens while still looking for the exit. Which y'know, totally fair. I still get lost out there, I think they change the hedge mazes on purpose after you walk in."
To translate, Steph said something along the lines of; 'Have you found anything about him yet? He may have gotten lost, but all the traps out there? He dodged all of them. Or just didn't trip some of them.Â
"It's been years since I got to walk Bruce's gardens, ever since Dick and I broke up at least. I know he's tried to make them more wheel-chair friendly, but it takes forever to get my chair back to the house. Its impressive he managed to get through there, think he could give Duke tips? I hear he still gets lost."
Translation; No I haven't, I can't find much at all. It's a little strange, especially since he dodged all the traps. He's definitely some kind of meta.
Before their conversation can get any further than that, a figure bursts into the library, chased by police sirens. It's a man. One that makes Barbara's stomach pitch into her stomach.
"OUT!! NOT YOU!!" She wails to no avail.
Condiment King looks utterly bewildered to be yelled at so fiercely, or maybe because he's in a library- and Barbara is more certain than ever he's never bothered to learn to read. He doesn't seem interested in leaving. In fact, the second he seemed to realize that the books could be used to his advantage, he immediately point his stupid ketchup and mustard guns at the nearest shelf.
Somewhere to the side of her, Stephine and Harper scoot a bit closer to Danny. Cassandra disappears somewhere.
This stupid joke of a villain opens his stupid mouth to make Barbara rethink Bruce's no-kill policy and she reaches under her desk-
"Oop-" Everyone freezes as Danny sticks both of his forefingers into the barrels of the dual guns.
"What is this!?"
"Not my smartest plan... Which is saying a lot." Danny paused for a moment, and, just before Condiment king can get out his next statement, he interrypts the both of them with a dramatic; "PICKLE!" It's a pickle! ... No, I can do better, man-"
"Relish this moment! For the Condiment King will not be dill-nied his dues!" He cried. Giving a strong yank to get the guns back, only for Danny to wrap his hands around the nozzles and not give a single inch. A very impressive feat because even if this particular villain was a comedian, not an athlete, was almost twice Danny's weight and had much better leverage.
"Maybe you should just chilli out! You're pesto-ing these nice girls and, look man the bit's not the worst-shi'vre ever seen, but this place doesn't sesa-seem to be your scene. But lettuce end this quickly."
Before anymore a-salts on their ears could happen, the girls watched Danny swing forward, slide between the rogue's legs and give him a swift kick to the butt. Using Condiment King's own gun-tubing to hog-tie him in what only could be described as a 'cartoon logic bing-banging and a dust cloud' manner. He'd even gotten on tube inside Condiment King's mouth, and was sitting on the rogue's back- awkwardly perched since both guns are still in his hands, but no less smug about the take down.
Stephine and Harper both jogged over, with Stephie keeping her phone out, still recording and snapping picture with Danny.
Cassandra, who had rematerialized at some point, signed to Barbara; Scrappy. Formal training, but center of balance off. Trained by woman? Learned from doing mostly. Then goes to join the other two to check on their new brother.
Interesting...
Barbara watches as Danny, instead of standing up, gets stopped short by the fact that his fingers are actually stuck in the gun nozzles. One last photo gets snapped of him face planting, then pouting at Stephine making a peace sign at the camera before attempting to help him.
"THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!" This by-the-book bullhorn gets everyone's attention, and Barbara sighs in relief hearing her dad's voice. He must've been already close by if he came out to handle such a c-tier rogue even before realizing how close they were to Barbara's place of work.
Shaking her head at their girls still trying to free Danny, she manages to get Harper at least to; "Let the police in and take this lunatic away from my books!"
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"You aren't uh, uploading that anywhere are you?"
All the officers, save her father, were doing last minute clean ups. The commissioner himself had been taking the statements of everyone involved- outside thankfully. Letting Barbara have her alone time to upload all the information they'd observed into the database to keep searching for more leads on Danny. But she was still half-listening through the comms in case he said something else of note.
"Like, to the internet? Nah. Condiment King might not be a full rogue- there's a whole story about mind control and we keep having to knock hi out of it cause nobody knows the pass phrase to fully get rid of it. Anyway, even with guys like him, it's a bad idea to let people think anybody but the Bats got the guy." Stephine cheerfully tells him.
"She's right, unfortunately." Her dad sighed. "Too much of a risk to the civilians if Rogues decide they want to make a statement and can blame someone easier to get to than a Bat. The reporters will print that Signal helped take him down, since it's the middle of the day."
"Cool, coolcool. Just checking.... You guys sure have a lot of vigilantes." He does sound genuinely relieved, and he's too eager to change the subject.
"You don't know the half of it." Dad sighs, then says his goodbyes as the girls help usher him back inside.
"Sorry about that Miss Gordon. I didn't mean to cause a scene or anything." Danny says, as soon as he slinks his way back to the front desk. Why is he apologizing?
"No, thank you Danny. Really! I'm just glad my books are alright." Who are you? Barbara wonders. Who, or what, are you running from? Why didn't Bruce say anything- it must be pretty bad if he's keeping secrets from all of them like this. Again. "I'm more worried about you though. You should be more careful, what if you'd gotten hurt? Are your fingers alright? You didn't break anything?"
"Nah." He holds up both of them and wiggles them for show. "See? No need to worry about me."
The rest of the conversation remains light hearted. Eventually he goes back to looking for the books they talked about before that whole debacle. Except, even then, he doesn't actually check anything out. Takes a couple of pictures of the astronomy books' content with a phone that looks like it needs a senior citizen discount, but nothing else. Like he's not expecting to stay long enough to be able to return them.
That, perhaps more than anything, breaks Barbara's heart the most.
What Iâd give for one of the Cinderella remakes to go into how when youâre in an isolated and abusive situation, sometimes you need to be saved and youâre not weak if you canât escape by yourself
Iâve never been a fan of bad faith reinterpretations of fairy tales, especially ones which flatten the originals into âprincesses is saved by a prince and nothing elseâ, to then go #girlboss. The princess can save herself because sheâs a strong female character! (Implying if youâre in a bad situation, itâs because youâre not strong enough to get out)
Also the concept of the Prince over the course of like⌠a couple hours hanging out with Cinderella going from âHaha nice I really like youâ to 'oh fuck i can tell from context clues alone that your home situation is FUCKED UPâ  itâs good shit  'I have just met you but ON GOD Iâm gonna get you out of there beautiful mystery womanâ  cinderella makes desperately yelling into the night 'how can I find you again!??!â when sheâs taking off that much more poignant really
This! Both Cinderella and Snow White are living in abusive situations.
Cinderella lives as an indentured servant in her own house from a young age. It isn't a stretch to say she was probably threatened with being thrown out of her home multiple times growing up. She was terrified of her stepmother, and her stepsisters were allowed to treat her like shit. Yet, she still had the strength to advocate for her right to go to the ball, even after Lady Tremaine had already told her she wasn't allowed. And when she was finally given the opportunity to leave that life behind, she fought for it with her friends' help and took it. Through it all, she remained kind. She was really strong!
Snow White's stepmother literally sends someone to kill her, and when that doesn't work, she tries to do it herself. We know from the start of the movie, where Snow White is in a ragged dress cleaning the stairs, that she wasn't being properly treated as a princess either. It's only when the hunter takes her out under the pretense of looking for wildflowers that she gets her signature dress, which implies that not only was she being mistreated at home, but that the Queen hid this treatment from the public eye. After Snow White has to run into the forest, she is able to swap her skills for shelter, which allows her to survive! She is resourceful and resilient.
Both of their stories are often reduced to their bare bones for the disingenuous message op mentioned, but they were both incredibly strong girls that remained kind, and hopeful for a better future despite their difficult situations. They did the best with the resources they had available, and expecting them to save themself from their own situations itâs extremely ignorant to how abusive situations work. Their stories are meant to be hopeful.
A part of Batman's character that I don't see much discussion or debate is how he was the first human without powers in the Justice League. This means he established the rules of safety, combat, and equipment for the others through experience. When they try to teach the younger heroes, they're like, "Pffft, of course it's obvious, why is there a rule about this?" And the older Justice League members don't know how to explain the safety rule about not throwing heroes without powers because Batman was thrown a little too hard and had to continue fighting with broken bones, or the rule about not flying too close to them at high speed so they don't burst their eardrums. The reason? Because Batman experienced that firsthand he went through everything, first as a human fighter among gods. He and Green Arrow hold meetings to review and confirm the safety rules every few months
@loudlypanickinginvenezuelan no. 23 xx
"Hey, Rob!"
Tim lifts his head, and Bart gestures to him. He sets down his dumbells and starts across the room.
"Do you know what Protocol 23 is?"
"Protcol 23: Justice League members may not take off at super speed, flight, or jumps within proximity to other members of their team. Exemptions are allowed for Kryptonians, Amazons, and other team members on a case-by-case basis, but doing so will result in investigation for mal intent, and suspensionâ"
Cassie holds up a hand. "Why do you know it word forâ that's not the point. We're not talking about that. Look at this."
She gestures him to the monitors, and he leans over Bart's shoulder to look, the others filling in around them.
Bart clicks play, and Tim grins. "Ooo, baby Batman. That's one of his first suits."
"Yeah, but look at the file name." Cissie reaches past him, rapping her nail on the screen, and he hums. "Protocol 23."
Bruce fights back-to-back with Clark on screen, and Tim leans on the chair Bart is tucked into, arms crossed. "You interrupted my workout to watch B fight? You know I can do that every night if I wanted to, right?"
"Shut up." Kon shoves his shoulder, and they share a childish grin.
There's a sonic boom over the sounds of fighting, quickly followed by a familiar grunt. Clark can be seen in the background, holding off a swarm, while Bruce wavers and drops to his knees.
Blood seeps past the edges of his cowl, and Tim clenches his fingers so hard the leather upholstery creaks under his grip, watching B fall further, onto his elbows, head bowed. The footage is blocked as Diana comes into view, rushing to Bruce's side, and the scene swaps.
"Where did you find this?" he growls, watching Barry do the same to him. Clark, again. Barry again.
"I was bored," Kon explains, looking at him worriedly. "We were...we ended up pretty deep into the Watchtower's database." He leans over Bart, taking the mouse, and clicks out.
To rows and rows of files for JL protocols.
23 is the first. Which makes sense, one through twenty-two are regarding JL processes, thenâ Protocol 23 is where they start looking at preventing injury.
Kon clicks on 24.
All enhanced Justice League members must undergo training on handling extraction to prevent further injury to casualties.
Tim's vision goes red as he watches Bruce bite back a scream as Arthur lifts him too brashly, and his arm visibly dislocates. That shoulder still gives him trouble to this day.
I desperately need more of this! This is amazing! Thank you so much for writing it!
Bruce looking at Tim low-key confused about Tim's reaction because of course something had to happen for those rules to be in place. Back in the day there was no base for how people with enhanced abilities interacted with normal humans. No one knew how little idea this people had regarding humans limits, or how easily a well meaning action could roll down into an emergency, all of that had to come from experience. You know the saying: Where there's a rule there's a story! And as first generation, as the experiment generation, Bruce was the story. Every. Single. Time.
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.
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Danny has gotten very good at getting into and exploring the internet. Not only from having to follow Technus through it, but also because it was fun!
So it shouldn't have been a surprise that when the time came when he had to escape Amity Park for good, he did it through the web. He had never gone outside the city's servers before, so he did get a bit lost, but soon he was exploring all around the world.
He knew he had to get out of the web eventually, but the persecution had left him a little traumatized. It was safe in there, and he was healing well, or at least his pixelated body seemed okay. And okay, maybe online food was a little tasteless and numbed his tongue, but it was keeping him fed, so who cared.
Through his exploration, he's found something strange though. It doesn't matter which server he jumps to, he always sees traces of the same digital signature. If he wasn't literally within the internet, he wouldn't have noticed, but it becomes easier to identify the more he sees it. So he eventually decides to follow.
That's how Danny ends up in Oracle's computer, and there was SO much to explore here.
---
Something has gotten into her system. She hasn't told anyone yet. There's a big stakeout going on, and the bats and birds can't risk getting distracted, but it is driving her crazy.
She's been using her laptop for her Oracle activities to decrease the risk of the thing getting any information on current patrols, but she hasn't been able to lock it out of the data stored on her main computer or erase enough information to keep it away from anything sensitive.
It has been beyond stressful doing everything on a simple laptop after years of using her constantly upgraded setup.
Oracle can't even identify what it is. It isn't behaving like a virus or spyware, but more importantly, she can't get rid of it. It keeps avoiding all her attempts... almost as if it were alive.
After another frustrated night guiding the vigilantes of Gotham with her laptop, she decides to try and communicate with whatever did this. She creates an open chat.
She doesn't think it will actually get any results, but soon she's getting a text."Your computer is crazy!" accompanied by an anime-like emoticon of a pale boy with green eyes and white hair blinking.
---
Or: From what I've seen, Oracle is carrying a crazy amount of work, and I think she deserves a little helper.
Danny is trying to lay low in the DCU. Then he gets kidnapped for his own summoning, along with a bunch of other people, and volunteers himself as a sacrifice to avoid anyone actually dying. His bad luck means the summoning was legit. He doesnât really transform, but his eyes glow bright green, his hair has white glowing spots, and there is a spark around him. That's when people he has by now identified as this universeâs heroes/vigilantes finally arrive.
Now, Danny really doesnât want to deal with questions in either form, but he is also basically homeless. So he figures out a way to maybe fall under these heroesâ/vigilantesâ jurisdiction for a while without having to answer any questions:
He pretends to have complete amnesia.
Phantom goes back and forth with the heroes/vigilantes for about five sentences before pretending to get bored with them. Then he lets his ghostly traits mostly fade and lets Danny âfall unconsciousâ to the floor. The heroes/vigilantes are quick to check for injuries and his well-being, and when he âwakes up,â he acts confused and lost. He then proceeds to pretend he doesnât remember anything other than his name, because he really would prefer to be called that. He is doing a damn good job with his acting, at least if the concerned faces are anything to go by.
Just to add some spice, and to make sure he is not handed over to whatever âlooking out for people who have been in rogue attacksâ system they have going on, Danny occasionally lets his ghostliness and powers bleed through.
When the heroes/vigilantes wonder why only his name stayed in his memory, they theorize that it's about some fae rules of how he never gave his name to Phantom, and that's something the entity can't take away.
"He volunteered for the sacrifice which counts as giving everything away, and that's why he has no memories."
"Then why can he still remember his name?"
"Because he didn't give his name. That's a while different level of fae consent. It's probably the only thing that saved him."
"Would that extend to the rest of our world? It could explain why there's no documentation proving he exists."
"It's definitely likely. They would have tried to erase all traces of his identity, to tie him further into the fae realm."
If Danny is very new to this universe and hasn't done more than a basic research binge so far, he'll also be genuinely surprised when learning 'common knowledge' things, which will add to the authenticity of his act.
Danny has gotten very good at getting into and exploring the internet. Not only from having to follow Technus through it, but also because it was fun!
So it shouldn't have been a surprise that when the time came when he had to escape Amity Park for good, he did it through the web. He had never gone outside the city's servers before, so he did get a bit lost, but soon he was exploring all around the world.
He knew he had to get out of the web eventually, but the persecution had left him a little traumatized. It was safe in there, and he was healing well, or at least his pixelated body seemed okay. And okay, maybe online food was a little tasteless and numbed his tongue, but it was keeping him fed, so who cared.
Through his exploration, he's found something strange though. It doesn't matter which server he jumps to, he always sees traces of the same digital signature. If he wasn't literally within the internet, he wouldn't have noticed, but it becomes easier to identify the more he sees it. So he eventually decides to follow.
That's how Danny ends up in Oracle's computer, and there was SO much to explore here.
---
Something has gotten into her system. She hasn't told anyone yet. There's a big stakeout going on, and the bats and birds can't risk getting distracted, but it is driving her crazy.
She's been using her laptop for her Oracle activities to decrease the risk of the thing getting any information on current patrols, but she hasn't been able to lock it out of the data stored on her main computer or erase enough information to keep it away from anything sensitive.
It has been beyond stressful doing everything on a simple laptop after years of using her constantly upgraded setup.
Oracle can't even identify what it is. It isn't behaving like a virus or spyware, but more importantly, she can't get rid of it. It keeps avoiding all her attempts... almost as if it were alive.
After another frustrated night guiding the vigilantes of Gotham with her laptop, she decides to try and communicate with whatever did this. She creates an open chat.
She doesn't think it will actually get any results, but soon she's getting a text."Your computer is crazy!" accompanied by an anime-like emoticon of a pale boy with green eyes and white hair blinking.
---
Or: From what I've seen, Oracle is carrying a crazy amount of work, and I think she deserves a little helper.
Clippy!Danny isn't dissuading the rumors that Oracle is a sapient AI or some kind of supernatural seer-technopath-nonhuman-something.
Just as he found Babs via those subtle hidden traces of Oracles Network Everywhere, her setup and network now also have inescapable Vibes and traces of Being Haunted. Maybe not strongly anywhere but the Mains, yet, but if he starts helping enough?
Yeah, O already vibes the creepy green glow effect On Purpose when taking over other systems (like the Watchtower) and talking to people over them, he fits right in. Lean into the Vibes, Danno. Pick a suitable related Theme/Title to use with Strangers, even if you are Just Lil Danny Phantom to Babs herself. Something spooky but Flavored to match her.
Oracle knows all and sees all and can control a LOT if she feels like it. (Not even a confirmed She to almost anyone who doesn't know her face to face even under masks. Robot Voice.) What kind of lil messenger or assistant would suit them? Hm...
I vote Tiresias, the dead prophet in greek mythology who helps Odysseus in the underworld. If he would actually listen lol.
Danny has worked with Clockwork, he absolutely has the undead offhand comments and suggestions that the Bats will find backfiring if they ignoring them. Between Clockwork and Oracle he is a lot better at not rushing in, but also doubled down on being a little shit.
During one point when a Bat is in mortal peril he just uses the com link as a endgate to save them.
Danny has gotten very good at getting into and exploring the internet. Not only from having to follow Technus through it, but also because it was fun!
So it shouldn't have been a surprise that when the time came when he had to escape Amity Park for good, he did it through the web. He had never gone outside the city's servers before, so he did get a bit lost, but soon he was exploring all around the world.
He knew he had to get out of the web eventually, but the persecution had left him a little traumatized. It was safe in there, and he was healing well, or at least his pixelated body seemed okay. And okay, maybe online food was a little tasteless and numbed his tongue, but it was keeping him fed, so who cared.
Through his exploration, he's found something strange though. It doesn't matter which server he jumps to, he always sees traces of the same digital signature. If he wasn't literally within the internet, he wouldn't have noticed, but it becomes easier to identify the more he sees it. So he eventually decides to follow.
That's how Danny ends up in Oracle's computer, and there was SO much to explore here.
---
Something has gotten into her system. She hasn't told anyone yet. There's a big stakeout going on, and the bats and birds can't risk getting distracted, but it is driving her crazy.
She's been using her laptop for her Oracle activities to decrease the risk of the thing getting any information on current patrols, but she hasn't been able to lock it out of the data stored on her main computer or erase enough information to keep it away from anything sensitive.
It has been beyond stressful doing everything on a simple laptop after years of using her constantly upgraded setup.
Oracle can't even identify what it is. It isn't behaving like a virus or spyware, but more importantly, she can't get rid of it. It keeps avoiding all her attempts... almost as if it were alive.
After another frustrated night guiding the vigilantes of Gotham with her laptop, she decides to try and communicate with whatever did this. She creates an open chat.
She doesn't think it will actually get any results, but soon she's getting a text."Your computer is crazy!" accompanied by an anime-like emoticon of a pale boy with green eyes and white hair blinking.
---
Or: From what I've seen, Oracle is carrying a crazy amount of work, and I think she deserves a little helper.
Clippy!Danny isn't dissuading the rumors that Oracle is a sapient AI or some kind of supernatural seer-technopath-nonhuman-something.
Just as he found Babs via those subtle hidden traces of Oracles Network Everywhere, her setup and network now also have inescapable Vibes and traces of Being Haunted. Maybe not strongly anywhere but the Mains, yet, but if he starts helping enough?
Yeah, O already vibes the creepy green glow effect On Purpose when taking over other systems (like the Watchtower) and talking to people over them, he fits right in. Lean into the Vibes, Danno. Pick a suitable related Theme/Title to use with Strangers, even if you are Just Lil Danny Phantom to Babs herself. Something spooky but Flavored to match her.
Oracle knows all and sees all and can control a LOT if she feels like it. (Not even a confirmed She to almost anyone who doesn't know her face to face even under masks. Robot Voice.) What kind of lil messenger or assistant would suit them? Hm...
Not really, but everyone is convinced he is. He arrived at crime alley around the same time the red hood appeared, he's strong, gets along with the night girls, often gets involved in fights to protect others, and is completely unbothered by death. What really sell it was when someone finally saw him shoot a gun, the guy has a terrific aim.
Sure, no one has seen him take a life, but that's what the vigilantes shit is for, right? So everyone knows this young man is Red Hood, but that's okay, crime alley is good keeping secrets from outsiders.
Danny has no idea everyone thinks this, and is unsure why he has so many hit man's behind his head. He can't even blame this on his ghost side, this men only use human weapons! This is his Fenton luck again, isn't it?
Jason is really interested in meeting who is apparently his civilian ID. Also, kind of worrying to have a civilian carrying his name, seems like a quick way to get the guy kill. Then again, the guy seems to have survived pretty well so far.
Okay, but this implies Jason has been looking for his civilian identity for a while, and keeps getting rumors about him, but somehow isn't able to meet the guy! How does everyone in this neighborhood know this guy except him!?
#This has been going for 3 years now#Jason has reconcile with his family and everything#And it's just now finding this out#Why? Well. You're not telling the red hood you know his ID. Are you?#But Jason is starting to use his civilian ID again for more than just grocery shopping and is learning the neighborhood gossip#Danny keeps receiving tidbits about random shit during casual conversation#He always confusedly talks about it with the guy that lives next door#Said guy works for Red Hood#And Has no idea why his boss puts all this effort on playing broken telephone to make it look like the information is getting in organicall#No one would question if he just brought it up himself#But well. He'll let his boss keep the illusion that he has a secret ID.
It's been going on for 3 years but Jason only just found out now that he's going into the Alley as himself.
Hilariously, Danny ALSO is just finding out (maybe figuring out?) what's going on. Like, people have been vaguely alluding to him being the Red Hood for the past 3 years, but because Danny hasn't been keeping up with the Gotham vigilante scene he straight up Did Not Get Those References until something happened...dealer's choice: he (finally) mentions it to Sam, #1 Poison Ivy Stan, who knows about other Gotham vigilantes/rogues by proxy and explains it. Or maybe his Neighbor the RH Goon lets something slip (very wink wink, nudge nudge type of slip, like "did you see the paper today? VERY interesting article amirite?")
Or, for maximum lolz, he MEETS RED HOOD one night at random - well, probably not 'meets', more like sees him vigilante-ing and is like "oooh I get it now".
Upon figuring it out he immediately switches from 'baffled response that people think is him poorly playing innocent' to 'staunch denial that people think is him VERY POORLY playing innocent'.
Meanwhile, through hi-jinks and casual blink and you miss it fate-driven shenanigans, Jason keeps JUST missing Danny. Like, he's casually discussing his supposed doppelganger on the phone and misses Danny denying he's RH in the background. They're both grocery shopping but one goes into the next aisle when the other is just starting on the last one they were in, Jason gets pulled into a conversation at the deli and misses Danny checking out (and once again awkwardly laughing off a reference to his 'nightlife').
OBVIOUSLY they finally meet because they both stumble across the same mugging (or what have you) and they do the 'multiple Spider-men pointing at each other' meme.
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Not really, but everyone is convinced he is. He arrived at crime alley around the same time the red hood appeared, he's strong, gets along with the night girls, often gets involved in fights to protect others, and is completely unbothered by death. What really sell it was when someone finally saw him shoot a gun, the guy has a terrific aim.
Sure, no one has seen him take a life, but that's what the vigilantes shit is for, right? So everyone knows this young man is Red Hood, but that's okay, crime alley is good keeping secrets from outsiders.
Danny has no idea everyone thinks this, and is unsure why he has so many hit man's behind his head. He can't even blame this on his ghost side, this men only use human weapons! This is his Fenton luck again, isn't it?
Jason is really interested in meeting who is apparently his civilian ID. Also, kind of worrying to have a civilian carrying his name, seems like a quick way to get the guy kill. Then again, the guy seems to have survived pretty well so far.
Okay, but this implies Jason has been looking for his civilian identity for a while, and keeps getting rumors about him, but somehow isn't able to meet the guy! How does everyone in this neighborhood know this guy except him!?
If Danny hadnât thought about quitting and going to rehab before, heâs definitely going to do it now.
It had been one of those days. Danny had sluggishly managed to usher Jason to school- pulling himself together for their walk to the building, because he wasnât stupid and this was still Gotham- before going home and relapsing. He knew, going into the first bottle, that he was going to regret it. But he still hadnât felt the buzz, so he went out to get more.
âJust one. I can stop after, if I want to.â
Spoiler: he could not, actually, stop if he wanted to. Because he didnât want to, which was the whole problem.
So, one bottle became two, two became three, three became six, and by the time the sun slipped below the horizon, Danny had a pile of bottles scattered around the couch and an intense look of self hatred set upon his brow. He was buzzed, but his stupid ghost biology refused to absorb anymore alcohol.
âStop brooding, Danny. Itâll hurt your brain.â Jazz said, a hint of worry around her joking insult. âYouâre forgetting something important.â
âWha-?â He mumbled out back at the haze of her-hah- ghost.
The door clicked open. Danny whipped his head to wards the door, snarl on his face and ready to lunge at the intruder, when he came face to face with a scuffed up Jason.
They froze simultaneously, but before Danny could do anything, Jasonâs hands tightened on the door knob. The kidâs eyes darted to the floor, where the bottles laid, and back up at Dannyâs face. What he found there must not have been good, because he took a step back.
It was fear.
Danny felt his heart drop and his throat go dry. The self hatred doubled in size and weight, but he smacked it down in favor of scrambling for the words- anything- to fix the damage his stupidity and addiction caused.
âJason.â He said, voice raspy. Had he been screaming again? Good start, good- nope. Never mind, Jason is using the door to shield himself now. Danny glanced outside and-
âOh. I- I didnât realize it had gotten so late.â He turned back to Jason, who eyed him warily. âI- I forgot to pick you, didnât I.â
ââŚI can walk back by myself.â The hesitant but full of bravado reply made Dannyâs ghostly obsession to protect rear its head.
âStill. Iâm⌠Iâm sorry, Jason.â
Jason evaluated him, noticeably eyeing his open hands and purposefully lax posture, before stepping inside. He doesnât close the door behind him- clearly leaving it as an option just in case he needed to bolt. Danny stood up slowly. Jason watched him, and his hands. His smaller hands- Ancients, Danny was scaring a kid- curled up into fists.
âWhat⌠how did you get hurt?â
âGot mugged.â
âAre you okay? No- wait,â Danny flooded his liver and blood stream with ectoplasm, and his head instantly cleared. Ah, the agony of being coherent.
Danny subtly shook his head to clear his thoughts. Focus.
âOf course youâre not.â Danny stepped away from the incriminating bottles, slowing to a stop once more as Jason shifted backwards like he was either going to spring at Danny or bolt out the door. âWhy donât we get you patched up? And you can tell me about your day. That I missed, when I forgot to pick you up and that Iâm really really sorry for.â
Danny held his breath as Jason considered it. âAre ya drunk?â Jason asked, tilting his shoulder to slide his Wonder Woman backpack down, hand clutching at the opposite strap. A good bludgeoning weapon, even if Danny would rather be electro shocked to death again before he ever hurt Jason.
âNo.â
Jason raised an eyebrow, scoffing as he looked down again. Danny recognized the motion, a bolt of heavy nostalgia slamming into his chest as he remembered another red-head doing the same thing when he tried to bullshit his way out of something.
âI was buzzed but⌠Iâm a meta. Alcohol doesnât exactly affect me. I had to drink a lot to even get buzzed, and itâs gone now.â
âYâer a meta?â Jason straightened, not completely losing the vigilance, but less tense.
âYes. Iâm completely sober right now, I promise.â
Jason stared at him, inhaled, and relaxed. âYou better be.â
âCross my heart and hope to die.â
âWhatever.â
ââ
Danny placed the bandages over Jasonâs cuts.
âI am so, so sorry I didnât pick you up.â
Jason shoved at his shoulder, grumbling âI cân do it myself.â
âI know. You donât have to, though.â
The kid looked away for a moment before softly admitting, âI was⌠worried. Cuz, I thought somethinâ happened.â
Danny swallowed the lump in his throat. Jason slipped more into his alley accent the more upset he got these days, having learned some of the local accents at his new school and regularly swapping those out instead of sticking with his alley accent.
âThank you. For worrying about me. Iâm okay.â
âNo, youâre not.â
Point. From the mouth of babes came the painful truth, right?
âNo. Iâm not. But I will be. Iâll go to rehab, Jason. I donât want to forget picking you up again.â
âWhatever.â Danny hid a smile as Jason ducked his head, looking endearingly like a grumpy duckling. Like, Jazz, when their parents made those blueberry ectoplasm pancakes she liked but thought theyâd forgotten that she liked.
âAnd thank you, Jason, for coming back alive. I- I should have been there, but Iâm so glad that youâre okay.â
âI want waffles and ice cream for dinner.â
âYeah, we can do that.â
âWow, you musta felt real bad if youâre letting me eat that for dinner.â
Danny grinned down at the head of black hair (with their red roots once more poking out) and ruffled Jasonâs head. âI let you eat like five chili dogs in one go. This should not be surprising. But Iâll let you skip the veggies today too.â
â⌠No, I want the veggies too.â
Danny let out a bark of bright laughter.
Yeah, thereâs no way heâs ever risking Jason looking at him like that again. The kid looked like he thought Danny would come swinging at him, despite their previous meetings where he had, perhaps and with plausible deniability, swung for Jason, but never against him.
That night, after he tucked Jason into bed, Danny signed up for rehab. As a matter of fact, Jazzâs words coming into mind, Danny also signed up for therapy. For him and Jason. Yeah.
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Off camera, they talked about why Jason react to bottles and hands the way he does, and why heâs so scared whenever Danny slips back into his addiction. Iâm just rlly too tired to write it.
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Danny, who thought his addiction wasnât that serious and that he could stop anytime because he stopped for Jason: Iâm cured!
Also Danny: drinks as soon as Jason goes to school
Danny was one hundred percent using Jason as a crutch and when he felt like Jason was safe, he slipped back to his habits. The only reason Dannyâs not dead- well, deader than he normally would be- is because ghost biology makes it so that alcohol is cycled through quicker. Like the Flash, but less fast? Anyways, he had enough to make him lose track of time and forget important things (Jason) and thatâs what addiction can do to you, amongst other things.
Jason might seem calm but thatâs actually a combo of his go to trauma response (fight) and his experience of 1) being on the streets and 2) living with a previous drunkard coming into play. Also, you might be like what kind of kid wants to eat veggies? And to that I answer: KIDS THAT NEVER HAD ENOUGH TO EAT. I would have killed for a veggie stir fry with a lot of chicken back as a kid lol
On a lighter note, the whole time theyâre having this interaction, I kind of imagined it as two chickens just kind of dancing around each other.
To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.
A bottle. Thatâs right. Even after Jazzâs talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe thatâs why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.
And now sheâs gone, so itâs moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.
Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. Itâs better than Vladâs creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didnât want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.
Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Dannyâs human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.
Heâs spent two years being an alcoholic that didnât actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alleyâs roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isnât there. Sam isnât there. Tucker isnât there. His mom and dad are not there.
Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.
Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Dannyâs saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.
Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. Thereâs no point drinking that little.
He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.
âGive me your shit, you little punk!â Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesnât let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the assholeâs head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.
With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.
âYou okay, kid?â
The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, heâs even got similar jaws to Danny.
âHuh.â
The kid flinched.
âY-yâer the drunk,â the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Dannyâs hand. âI- I ainât got money, honest. Please-â
Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. Heâs panicking and staring at the bottle in Dannyâs hand like itâll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kidâs eyes.
âI wasnât going to mug you myself, kid.â
âBut- yâer the- the Alley drunk.â
Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.
âI guess. Am I famous or somethinâ?â
âNobody- nobody fucks witâ ya.â
âI also donât hurt kids.â
ââŚâ
The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.
âI drink, yes. But Iâm also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didnât provoke it first.â
âOh.â The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.
âYeah. Iâm Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.â
ââŚâ
Danny waited.
âPeters.â
âOkay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?â Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.
âY⌠yeah, sure. Whatâs my cut?â
âAll of it.â
Peters stared.
Danny shrugged and started looting.
"Y'er so fuckin' weird."
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See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.
Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.
Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.
Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.
Not really, but everyone is convinced he is. He arrived at crime alley around the same time the red hood appeared, he's strong, gets along with the night girls, often gets involved in fights to protect others, and is completely unbothered by death. What really sell it was when someone finally saw him shoot a gun, the guy has a terrific aim.
Sure, no one has seen him take a life, but that's what the vigilantes shit is for, right? So everyone knows this young man is Red Hood, but that's okay, crime alley is good keeping secrets from outsiders.
Danny has no idea everyone thinks this, and is unsure why he has so many hit man's behind his head. He can't even blame this on his ghost side, this men only use human weapons! This is his Fenton luck again, isn't it?
Jason is really interested in meeting who is apparently his civilian ID. Also, kind of worrying to have a civilian carrying his name, seems like a quick way to get the guy kill. Then again, the guy seems to have survived pretty well so far.
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He obviously knows that, his friends and sister know that, but he may have forgotten the consequences of it.
Mainly, his now numerous âhealth issuesâ that other people (outside of Amity) would find⌠worrying.
Thatâs why he was denied access to the space program, or why the universities denied him scholarships, fearing he might not actually be able to finish their programs.
Danny didnât really want to ask his parents for money either.
He knew they didnât have a savings account for him, and he was actually trying to distance himself from them when he saw them finally keeping their promise of tearing apart ghosts âmolecule by moleculeâ.
Lots of jobs wouldnât hire him because of his âhealth conditionsâ, so he decided to leave Amity Park and travel to Gotham.
Getting help from Tucker, he found out about a grandfather (on his fatherâs side) who lived there and, after contacting him, offered Danny a place to stay until he found a job.
The address brought him to an⌠absolutely gigantic mansion, his jaw dropped to the floor as he stared at it.
Smiling at him, an old man with a sharp mustache offered Danny his hand.
âIt is lovely to meet you, Danny. Certainly a surprise, but a welcome one.â
Danny smiled back, shaking it.
Alfred Pennyworth had a son, once. A son who decided to cut him off after college due to his growing obsession with the occult.
It was later that he found employment with the Waynes, missing his son every day and, admittedly, projecting a little on Bruce, loving him as his own.
After decades of silence, his apparent grandson contacted him out of the blue, asking for help.
Nobody could blame him for jumping at the occasion, so it was like this that (DNA test confirmed it) Danny Pennyworth Fenton started his training as a butler in Wayne Manor.
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It wasn't much later that Alfred noticed something wrong with the boy.
The slow breathing, the pale skin and occasional twitching.
Introducing him to the Waynes was chaos, as expected, but a couple of weeks later, everybody behaved like Danny had always been there, which was nice.
And, soon enough, there were more people noticing his nephew's odd behaviors.
On top of everything observed before, they noticed the nose bleeds, the way his skin would take a blue tint to it, the way he wouldn't use his left arm for a day or two...
Then one night, Alfred peered Danny's door open, like he did for every guest in the house, and he saw him.
His grandson, under the covers, perfectly still...
Danny has gotten very good at getting into and exploring the internet. Not only from having to follow Technus through it, but also because it was fun!
So it shouldn't have been a surprise that when the time came when he had to escape Amity Park for good, he did it through the web. He had never gone outside the city's servers before, so he did get a bit lost, but soon he was exploring all around the world.
He knew he had to get out of the web eventually, but the persecution had left him a little traumatized. It was safe in there, and he was healing well, or at least his pixelated body seemed okay. And okay, maybe online food was a little tasteless and numbed his tongue, but it was keeping him fed, so who cared.
Through his exploration, he's found something strange though. It doesn't matter which server he jumps to, he always sees traces of the same digital signature. If he wasn't literally within the internet, he wouldn't have noticed, but it becomes easier to identify the more he sees it. So he eventually decides to follow.
That's how Danny ends up in Oracle's computer, and there was SO much to explore here.
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Something has gotten into her system. She hasn't told anyone yet. There's a big stakeout going on, and the bats and birds can't risk getting distracted, but it is driving her crazy.
She's been using her laptop for her Oracle activities to decrease the risk of the thing getting any information on current patrols, but she hasn't been able to lock it out of the data stored on her main computer or erase enough information to keep it away from anything sensitive.
It has been beyond stressful doing everything on a simple laptop after years of using her constantly upgraded setup.
Oracle can't even identify what it is. It isn't behaving like a virus or spyware, but more importantly, she can't get rid of it. It keeps avoiding all her attempts... almost as if it were alive.
After another frustrated night guiding the vigilantes of Gotham with her laptop, she decides to try and communicate with whatever did this. She creates an open chat.
She doesn't think it will actually get any results, but soon she's getting a text."Your computer is crazy!" accompanied by an anime-like emoticon of a pale boy with green eyes and white hair blinking.
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Or: From what I've seen, Oracle is carrying a crazy amount of work, and I think she deserves a little helper.