So I had this idea, but I wasn’t sure if I should turn it into a long fic or a one-shot. Please help me decide in the comments!
The entire Batfam is on the Batplane with Constantine, who called them for help locating an area that spiked in Death Magic. He has been following these spikes for a while but he was always too slow so now, begrudgingly, he asked the Bat for help.
Batman agreed since Death Magic isn't something he wants just happening all over the world. His kids came along to help, arguing that this might be serious and they wanted to go with.
They reach the top of a mountain that had what seemed to be a ling dried up lake with a figure at the center, looking as if they were giving a prayer.
They set the plane to stealth mode and lowered themselves down. They cautiously walked to the lake edge, wanting to observe first before confronting the figure.
The figure looked androgynous and had a swimmer's build. They were dressed in what looked to be thin, flowy robes that were white with light green accents. They also had what looked to be a silk shall that seemed to be floating.
Suddenly, the figure got up and started dancing, as if in a waltz with someone they couldn't see. Slowly, dim balls of light appeared. Most were either green or blue, but every color imaginable was there.
There was a shift and the balls of light transformed into people-like forms. Ghosts if you will. Hundreds of them. Some taking the hand of the figure and dancing with them, only to let go and give the figure to a new partner.
If they never danced, or if they gave the figure to a new partner, they started floating upwards. That's when the Batfam and Constantine saw that the cloudy sky now had a single perfect circle that allowed the spirits to fly into a soft green glowing light.
Lazarus green. But softer.
As they watched, Batman felt a hand on his shoulders. He tried to grab the hand only to freeze. It was his father.
"We're proud of you, son." The ghost said with a smile as the ghost reached out and suddenly Martha was visible.
Martha smiled, gave a soft kiss onto Bruce's cheeks and danced with her husband into the sky.
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I'll insert more scenes in the actual fic. Dick's parents, the guy Jason didn't kill but Bruce thought he killed, Tim gets those two assassins that died (can't remember names rn, I'm writing this instead of sleeping), Cass gets the person she killed, Damian gets some of the people he killed.
Jason will probably go up to Danny out of instinct or smt. Danny will ask if he wants to stay or move on and fix his core when Jason says he wants to stay.
So, thoughts?
(Will probably make this Dead on Main, but Brain Dead/Dead Tired has a special place in my heart so idk)
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(WHy must Starfire's speech pattern confuse me when I write?!)
Starfire finally managed to coax “Starboy” into settling down long enough to speak with her.
Even at rest, he seemed full of motion, like light trapped in the shape of a boy. He floated a few inches above the rooftop beneath the silver wash of moonlight, turning his head this way and that as he took in the city around them. His pale hair stirred in the night breeze, and the strange glow beneath his skin pulsed softly.
He took off the moment Kori got close enough.
Koriand’r did not chase him this time.
Instead, she waited.
It did not take long.
The boy returned in a slow drift, his earlier speed traded for something quieter, more cautious. He was confused why she didn't want to play anymore. The green-white glow around him dimmed to a soft shimmer as he hovered a short distance away, watching her with open curiosity.
Koriand’r offered him a gentle smile and kept her hands lowered, her posture relaxed. Koriand’r remained close, though she was careful not to crowd him. She had learned quickly that he would not stay if he felt cornered.
“I do not wish to race anymore,” she said warmly. “I would like to speak with you.”
He tilted his head, as if weighing the idea.
“…Okay,” he said after a moment, drifting a little closer. “Talking’s fine.”
Koriand’r studied him for a moment, her expression soft but intent. “From what world do you come?” she asked. “I have not seen one like you before.”
The boy blinked.
For the first time since she had met him, he hesitated.
“…World?” he echoed, like the word did not quite fit.
Koriand’r nodded. “Your home planet.”
He looked away then, his gaze drifting toward the horizon. The faint light between his fingers flickered once, then dimmed.
“I…guess it’s really far away,” he said slowly. “Farther than that.” He gestured vaguely upward, past the stars.
Farther than she could imagine. Farther than stars, farther than worlds. Farther than any distance that could be crossed by simple flight.
“I can’t go back there anymore.
There was no dramatics in the words. That made them sadder somehow. He said it like a fact he had already turned over in his hands a thousand times, until its sharp edges had turned smooth.
Koriand’r’s expression softened further. “Then you have come to explore this world?”
That earned a small smile.
“Yeah,” he said, brightening just a little. “Everything here is…different. The air, the people, the way things move. Even the stars are different.” He glanced back at her, eyes shining with curiosity. “It’s kinda amazing. Its somehow more advanced but also not.”
Koriand’r felt a flicker of relief. His wonder was genuine, untainted by malice or intent to harm.
“You are not alone in that feeling,” she said gently. “When I first came to this world, it too felt strange to me.”
He looked at her more closely then, as if noticing something new.
“You’re not from here either,” he said.
Koriand’r smiled. “No. I am from Tamaran.”
“Huh.” He rocked slightly in the air, thoughtful. “Guess that makes two of us….the part about being from another planet not the Tamaran part.”
He did not elaborate further feeling a little embarrassed.
Koriand’r noticed.
There were questions he avoided. She could feel it, the same way one senses a door deliberately left closed.
But she did not press.
So instead, she asked softly, “Do you have a name?”
The boy hesitated again.
“…You can just call me Phantom, I guess,” he said at last, offering her a small, careful smile.
Not the truth, but not a lie he was ready to let go of, either.
Koriand’r returned the smile all the same.
“Then I am pleased to meet you, Phantom,” Koriand’r smiled faintly. “But that is not your true name, is it?”
“No,” he admitted.
She waited, but he did not continue.
The silence between them was dense.
At last he drew his knees up slightly, curling in on himself as he hovered in the air. “People…” He stopped, jaw tightening. “People look at things they don’t understand and decide what they are before they even try to know them.”
Koriand’r said nothing, sensing that if she spoke too soon, he would close up again.
His voice was quieter when he continued. “I don’t want them to look at me and see…” He paused, eyes lowering. “A monster.”
He recoiled at the thought. At those blood red eyes staring into him.
Starfire shifed closer, placed a hand gently over his heart. His chest was cool to the touch at first but there was a gentle hum.
“Where I come from,” she said, “we believe that joy is a sacred thing. I have seen your laughter, Phantom. I have seen your wonder. Monsters do not race through the heavens for the delight of it.”
He looked at her then, startled at the sudden touch.
Koriand’r smiled, warm and unwavering. “And even if there are parts of yourself you fear others may not understand, that does not make you monstrous. It only makes you afraid.”
His expression shifted in a way she could not fully read. Something softening. Something aching. She felt that way when she before she arrived on this planet, wehn she was still an escaped slave. When rage fed her fire and she had forgotten kindness. That rage was really fear trying to protect itself.
“You know, we have been calling you ‘Starboy’ since we discovered you. That is what the citizens have been using, at least,” Starfire said.
At that, Phantom perked up.
He had always loved the stars.
“Phantom” had been his name because that was what he was. A ghost. Something unseen. Something in between. But now, when he thought about it, the name felt…wrong. Like something that belonged to a life he had already lost. Well, lost again technically.
Something he wasn’t sure he would ever be again.
But Starboy—
When he heard it, something sparked.
A small, sudden jolt of excitement ran through him, warm and unfamiliar. Without realizing it, the constellation of freckles scattered across his cheeks began to flicker, glowing like twinkling stars.
He reached up absently, brushing his fingers against his face as if he could feel the light there. He could certainly feel the heat in his cheeks. This was the equivalent to a blush.
“Starboy…” he repeated softly.
The name felt nice. Pleasent.
It felt bright.
"Do you like it?" Starfire laughed as the boy's face lit up in delight.
Phantom smiled a crooked smile as he nodded franticly.
"Do want to be called Starboy?" Starfire asked trying to contain the urge to squish the boy's cheeks.
Starboy nodded again his green eyes shining brighter.
It started with a few strange moments in the sky. A light that streaked across the night in a bright arch. Like a shooting star.
Many tried to photograph this phenomenon but only resulted the fuzzy images.
The investigation bared fruit eventually as in the space between the moon and earth a boy was bound. A pale boy this green flushed cheeks and spatterings of glowing freckles swam though the dark. His hair a snowy white like soft fox fur. In his hand he eagerly clutched a green light that peeked through the gapes between his fingers.
You would not believe it but as he let it go the light sparked to life and burned bright for only a few seconds before burning away. His disappointment was clear but he shrugged it off and flew elsewhere.
The Watchtower's telescope was able to capture the moment only by coincidence because the boy's heat signature was absent. Not cold, just no heat.
This "Starboy" (they didn't name him that) began appearing in various places on earth. Not as a flying light but as a explorer it seemed. He walked the streets carelessly and flew from rooftop to rooftop. The wanderer gained notoriety as people became obsessed with his alien appearance. He never talked to anyone, he just smiled and waved before taking off again.
An unknown alien child was cause for concern for the League. It could be a Superman situation, where he had been raised on Earth or it could be a Starfire situation, where he had come here on his own. Both possibilities were better than the alternative: that he had come to destroy the planet.
His behavior was not that of a world-destroyer, at least not to Kori.
Starboy definitely had power. She had just watched him use the energy of a star—a starbolt, just like hers.
Starboy definitely had power. She had just watched him use the every of a star. A starbolt, just like her's. She had to meet him.
Koriand’r did not wait for permission.
The moment he rose again into the sky, she followed.
At first, she kept her distance, studying him the way one might approach a frightened creature. One moment he drifted lazily above the clouds, the next he vanished in a streak of light that tore across the sky.
Koriand’r smiled.
Then she gave chase.
The air screamed as she broke through it, her body igniting with familiar heat. A blazing orange trail followed in her wake, bright and burning like a piece of the sun itself. Ahead of her, his light—bright, green-tinted white, shimmered as it cut through the dark.
Faster.
She pushed harder, the world below dissolving into blur and color. Oceans, cities, clouds, they all melded together.
For a moment, she thought she might lose him.
Then—
He slowed.
Not by much, just enough.
Enough for her to see the tilt of his head as he glanced back.
He had noticed.
Koriand’r surged forward, closing the distance until she flew beside him. For a brief, impossible second, they matched pace, two streaks of light racing across the curve of the Earth.
He laughed.
It was bright. Clear. Surprised.
And then he darted forward again.
A challenge.
Koriand’r’s eyes lit with delight.
“Oh, you wish to race?” she called, though she did not know if he could hear her over the roar of their passage. “Very well!”
She lunged after him, faster still, her flames flaring brighter as she gave everything to the chase. His trail twisted and curved unpredictably, weaving through the sky in playful arcs, never quite letting her catch him, yet never truly escaping either.
This was no pursuit.
It was a game.
And for the first time since she had seen him, Koriand’r understood.
He was not fleeing.
He was playing.
"From below, their race looked like twin shooting stars streaking across the sky before their arcs finally broke.
“Starboy” let out a laugh as he twisted and turned on a dime, forcing Starfire to give chase after the wily boy. He spiraled around her in tight, effortless loops before suddenly diving toward the sea below, only to shoot right back up again in a burst of light.
The moon illuminated his opaline form as Koriand’r lunged forward and tackled him.
They tumbled together through the air, spinning for a brief, dizzying moment before she caught herself, hovering as she held onto him.
This joy.
She had missed it.
It was like she was back on Tamaran, where her people lived unrestrained, where laughter rang freely and brightly through the air.
For a moment, she simply looked at him.
Up close, he was even more unusual. The soft glow of his freckles pulsed faintly, like distant stars, and that strange green-white light flickered beneath his skin as if something inside him radiated from deep within.
He did not struggle.
Instead, he grinned at her.
“You are pretty fast, lady,” he said, laughter still lingering in his voice as the Tamaranean held him beneath his arms.
Koriand’r beamed at him, her bright eyes alight with delight. “And you are very difficult to catch,” she replied, her grip firm but not unkind. “I have never raced one such as you before.”
He didn’t seem bothered by being held, if anything, he kicked his legs idly.
“You almost had me,” he added, grinning up at her. The glowing freckles across his cheeks shimmered faintly in the moonlight. “Almost.”
Koriand’r laughed, the sound warm and full. “Then you must allow me to try again.”
His eyes lit up at that. So bright, curious, and full of mischief.
“Maybe,” he said, drawing the word out as the light gathered again between his fingers. “But you’ll have to keep up this time.”
Before she could respond, the glow flared and he slipped free of her grasp in a burst of green-white light.
Jason: What happened this time? Where are your eyes?
Danny: RR, caught me staring at Nightwing's butt so he took my eyes.
Jason: He blinded you just for that? Man, he is jealous.
Danny: Im not actually blind. I can still see out them. He put them in a jar by his bed. I don't think he knows I can see him because he is undressing—oh. He knows! HE KNOWS! I CANT EVEN BLINK! THIS ISN'T FAIR! HE'S JUST GOING TO MAKE ME WATCH!
Jason: Okay, stop talking. I don't want to hear it.
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Tucker: I don't know why I was thinking he would be just a guy. Not the whole cosplay of the dark knight.
Sam: Dumbass he is the dark knight.
Billy: Can confirm, The witch is right.
Sam: Aye.
Tucker: Wait You are actually Robin???
Damian: Huntress did you hit him with your hoverboard again?
Valerie: Maybe? Foley how many fingers am I holding up?
Tucker: One and you are not very pg friendly about it.
Valerie: I say he is fine.
Damian: Hm.
Bruce: This was not what I was expecting.
Danny: Eh- Are you a talker? Why am I asking you? Damian, is he gonna be a problem?
Damian: I promise you Father would like to observe this well.
Danny: Hey, this is my place. My place my rules I don't care if you are like a century old. Sit where you like, foods in the kitchen that's the blue curtains over there. Does he know where he is?
Damian: He followed no questions.
Danny: Time works differently here so understand that you might feel like an 8 hour session but it's like 3 hours your time. No talking if I'm dming, if you want to change before sitting I can see if my older brothers clothes are still here. No promises.
Bruce: I will be fine.
Danny: Suit yourself weirdo.
Babe give me your dice.
Billy: Why?
Danny: Because you are always subconsciously infusing them with luck.
Billy: Oh yeah.
Damian: You didn't forget.
Flatline: Damn Marvel I thought we taught you to be a better liar.
Damian: Phantom, am I out of penalty?
Danny: Hmm, for now you are safe.
Billy: How is that fair?!
Sam: You were late because you wanted to be romantic. Bird boy was being stalked.
Damian: Remind me to not heal your druid.
Sam: I hope you get mauled by a Dragon.
Flatline: Yo Bard please tell me you did your calculations before this session this time.
Tucker: Yes you ratty rogue.
Valerie: Dm are me and SB good to make our characters marry?
Danny: Barbarian and Priest? Yeah sure.
Jon: Yes! Under the divine luminous moon you will be cured!
Billy: My Paladin is missing a sheet?
Danny: Nah I have it, you left it on my nightstand.
Tucker: I don't know why I was thinking he would be just a guy. Not the whole cosplay of the dark knight.
Sam: Dumbass he is the dark knight.
Billy: Can confirm, The witch is right.
Sam: Aye.
Tucker: Wait You are actually Robin???
Damian: Huntress did you hit him with your hoverboard again?
Valerie: Maybe? Foley how many fingers am I holding up?
Tucker: One and you are not very pg friendly about it.
Valerie: I say he is fine.
Damian: Hm.
Bruce: This was not what I was expecting.
Danny: Eh- Are you a talker? Why am I asking you? Damian, is he gonna be a problem?
Damian: I promise you Father would like to observe this well.
Danny: Hey, this is my place. My place my rules I don't care if you are like a century old. Sit where you like, foods in the kitchen that's the blue curtains over there. Does he know where he is?
Damian: He followed no questions.
Danny: Time works differently here so understand that you might feel like an 8 hour session but it's like 3 hours your time. No talking if I'm dming, if you want to change before sitting I can see if my older brothers clothes are still here. No promises.
Bruce: I will be fine.
Danny: Suit yourself weirdo.
Babe give me your dice.
Billy: Why?
Danny: Because you are always subconsciously infusing them with luck.
Billy: Oh yeah.
Damian: You didn't forget.
Flatline: Damn Marvel I thought we taught you to be a better liar.
Damian: Phantom, am I out of penalty?
Danny: Hmm, for now you are safe.
Billy: How is that fair?!
Sam: You were late because you wanted to be romantic. Bird boy was being stalked.
Damian: Remind me to not heal your druid.
Sam: I hope you get mauled by a Dragon.
Flatline: Yo Bard please tell me you did your calculations before this session this time.
Tucker: Yes you ratty rogue.
Valerie: Dm are me and SB good to make our characters marry?
Danny: Barbarian and Priest? Yeah sure.
Jon: Yes! Under the divine luminous moon you will be cured!
Billy: My Paladin is missing a sheet?
Danny: Nah I have it, you left it on my nightstand.
Barbara: I'm still considering but I will vote if there is a tie.
Cassandra: I vote yes.
Damian: I'm against it.
Stephanie: I don't trust it.
Danny: Alright let's go other the terms again. We get to roam the streets of Gotham on Halloween for our annual haunt with year. We get full ability to scare and toment the people on the streets. We of course will not target civilians as we have not interest in them. We want this rogues gallery of yours. We think hunting them would be fun.
Tim: Are you going to kill them?
Danny: Harm them, yes. Kill them, no. We are willing able to bring them to you when we are done. Halloween is an important holiday to us and we heard about the mayhem you have every year and we want a part in that.
Tim: We have some exemptions on who you can physically harmed. There are those who are very mentally ill and it would do more harm then good to assault. Not all of the escapees are our rogues.
Danny: We have something for that. Trust us, not all of us wish to fight. Perhaps it's more of a game of tag or an easter egg hunt for us. Give us a list of those you wish to safe guard and will send my more gentle souls to round them up safely.
Desiree: My king. Allow me to head that affair. I'll take the young ones.
Youngblood: I can play too?!
Danny: Thank you, Desiree i will leave that to you then.
Tim: There is also the risk of civilians in harms way.
Danny: We will mitigate that risk.
Walker: Me and my men will keep the civilians out of danger. We have already drafted a map with the locations we will be stationed and patrolling. This will be for our protection and yours.
Tim: Can i have assurance that you will keep your word and not attack.
Danny: How about this. You can patrol as usual and watch us. Some of my people will be setting a fair by the docks as well. This is a joyous holiday for us and we don't mind sharing. It should be a peaceful night for you. How about all you hold onto my crown for the evening. That should be enough to show you that we won't do anything as it holds a fraction of my power.
Fright Knight: My Lord, that's too much. What if they try to steal it?
Danny: I can get it back. They still would have to fight me to own it. I'll just be a little weaker for the evening. The contract will bind the deal.
I hate AI fics. Please label them, ao3 and other platforms already have tags for you. Some people DO NOT want to read AI generated fics. It's fine if you use it for grammar, it's fine if you need to reword a sentence that just isn't coming together, but fanfiction loses something when it's generated.
Fanfiction is fiction made by fans, for fans. It's our creative expression, out heart and soul. We pour our love for these silly little characters, make silly little stories (or crushing angst filled ones), and read the worlds other fans make.
I get it. Sometimes the exact plot line you want to read hasn't been written. When that happens to me, I just write it myself but I understand not everyone can. Not everyone has the time to write their own fics as a hobby, especially in this economy, so AI generating the fic is the next best thing if you can't shell out for commissions.
I understand that and, while I don't like it, it's not my life so whatever. You do you, and if it makes you happy, than i hope you enjoy. HOWEVER, I wish people will stop posting their AI generated fics.
If you simply enjoy the fic AI generated for you and want to share it, that's your choice, but there is no reason to post it without proper tags.
Some people can feel it, there is a loss of depth and human emotion. For example, here is a few lines of a fic I was reading that started me off on this rant, with all identifying names removed because I don't want to put this person on blast:
She didn’t say [her] name.
She didn’t have to.
[He] went utterly still.
Not shocked.
Not defensive.
Just… stopped.
Like a string had been cut.
Yes, fic writers do sometimes write like this for emphasis but there was a clear change in writing style. Their earlier chapters didn't read like this. AI work use this kind of writing style more often than human writers.
If a human was to rewrite this scene, perhaps it would go something like this:
She didn't say her name, she didn't have to. He went utterly still. Not out of shock or even defensiveness, he just... stopped. It was as if a string has been cut, the life drained out of him and he was but a discarded puppet.
(Note: ^ this makes more sense in context of the story I swear)
See? There's a difference. Outside of emotion, just look at the writing style. Instead of writing things line by line for an effect for ever single non-talking text, human writers write in paragraphs because that's how we were taught how to write.
I could go on, but this 1 am rant post is already getting long and I have class tomorrow. I'm sorry to everyone and anyone I offend, I just hate it when I'm in need of comfort and I get hit with AI generated content when I specifically filtered it out.
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The entire Batfam has just finished fighting a witch whose magic operates on weaponized desire. Not illusion. Not mind control. She grants exactly what you want — but never in a way that stays benevolent. The fulfillment curdles over time. The wish rots from the inside out.
It’s subtle. That’s the horror.
People don’t fight it because technically… they got what they asked for.
Security turns into isolation. Love turns into obsession. Success turns into dependency. The distortion is gradual enough that by the time you notice, you’re already complicit.
They corner her. She’s exhausted. Outmatched. Desperate.
Tim moves in to disable her.
She grabs him and hisses a final incantation — not carefully woven, not ritual-anchored. Just raw, drained magic flung like a flare to buy time.
And then she vanishes.
Tim feels it hit. Cold. Direct.
But nothing happens.
No visible transformation. No immediate effect. No detectable curse signature that Zatanna can trace. No behavioral shifts. No symptoms.
Which is worse.
Because the Batfam knows her specialty.
They know it won’t be obvious. They know it won’t be immediate. They know it will twist.
And they don’t know what Tim would wish for.
That’s the part that unsettles Bruce the most.
Tim, meanwhile, spirals quietly.
Because what would his deepest desire be? Control? Stability? Being indispensable? Not being alone? Being understood?
Any of those could become catastrophic in Gotham.
So he starts monitoring himself. Sleep tracking. Behavioral logs. Contingency files in case he becomes compromised. He pulls back emotionally, terrified that attachment might be the vector.
And then—
Enter Danny.
New bartender at the coffee place Tim basically lives in.
The place Tim goes when he hasn’t slept in 36 hours. The place where he camps with three laptops and pretends it counts as “taking a break.”
Danny isn’t flashy. He’s just… there.
Sharp blue eyes that linger a little too long and a smile that feels like he knows something but isn’t weaponizing it.
The first time their eyes meet, Tim feels it.
Love.
Immediate. Clean. Uncomplicated.
And absolute horror.
Because the witch grants desires.
And Tim’s brain supplies the worst possible conclusion instantly:
Oh god. This is it.
This is the spell unfolding.
He meets someone who feels like inevitability.
Someone who laughs at his dry humor. Who hands him coffee before he orders. Who somehow always shifts conversations away from self-destruction and toward something almost hopeful.
It’s everything Tim never lets himself want.
Which means it’s dangerous.
Because if the spell is granting him what he desires most — connection without abandonment, someone who sees him without needing him to perform — then eventually it will twist.
Danny will become dependent. Or obsessive. Or fragile. Or doomed.
That’s how these things work.
So Tim does the only rational thing in his sleep-deprived, curse-anxious brain:
He tries not to fall.
And the real horror?
The spell never worked.
Tim is falling in love entirely on his own.
And that’s so much scarier to him than magic ever could be.
Clockwork pays the witch and goes back to his couch. His telenovela was going to be amazing with this new plot point he added. Dan and Dani, the gremlins who helped Danny get a job at that coffee shop, sandwiches Clockwork and steals his popcorn, snickering.
Danny's living his rom-com, Slice-of-life, Coffee Shop AU life.
Batman puts Danny through Medical school. Full expense paid, mandatory medical school. Batman barely trusts magic healing, he's making 110% sure Danny is qualified before even coming close to giving his son's a basic checkup
My lord, could I humbly request part 2 of scarlet mother.
I know I ask for a lot, and I understand if the answer is no.
Nevertheless I beseech you for it.
I apologize for my selfish ass but my mind is hungry for some scared texts.
I found this one funny so I'm going to answer this.
Dp x Dc Prompt- Scarlet Mother Pt. 2
Kate has done a lot of reckless stuff in her life and that is a given. From the moment she was left alone and all her family was gone. She could definitely account for all the reckless things that she may or may not have done because there was either evidence or she remembered.
However one doesn't simply forget that they got pregnant. She would have definitely remembered having the symptoms and giving birth. Above All Else she's a very heavy drinker so that kid would have definitely not survived.
But the kid also seems to recognize her and she wasn't exactly sure what to say about that. Kate places the child down and she wasn't going to say it was cute but he fell over and just sat on his butt. At least the kid wasn't a crier, honestly if he did start crying it would give her more of a migraine then her hangover then her hangover.
Since the kid didn't move she decided for a quick second that she needed to step back. Going over to her punching bag and being ruthless with it until she got all her confusion and piss poor attitude out of the way. She found it kind of amusing that the kid seemed to cheer her on like a little cheerleader.
Eventually she got the nerve to call her cousin. Bruce may be difficult at times when he isn't trying to be a sentimental bastard. But conveniently enough he is one to keep secrets and help her when she's in a pinch.
They needed a DNA test even though for some reason she felt like he was her. Picking Danny over there was fairly simple actually though he did not like seeing Bruce. One look from the old man and Danny was crying. The first time she saw him cry ever.
Now that was absolutely hilarious because they had passed so much loud noise, very disgusting smelling places and atrocities that only stay in Gotham alleys. Yet it was Bruce Wayne that made him cry. Bruce had to step back and Jason took over the initial exam the kid seemed more comfortable with him.
The DNA test came back as a 100% match on Kate being the mother somehow. But that wasn't before immediately breaking the machine when trying to figure out who the father was. Much to Bruce's frustration but Kate really didn't care who the dad was.
The kid was in her apartment left unattended and that was enough for her to know. He's hers and even if the bum fuck who is the other parent came back around she's not giving him back. Though she didn't have a name for him.
At least that seems to be something she's going to have to figure out.
As the years go by, Kate says that she birthed Danny Virgin Mary style. She did it alone and her kid has no dad.
(Danny would like everyone to know that the cult he ended up with was 100% his mom’s fault. He, and Danny cannot emphasize this enough, was NOT some second coming of Christ! He wasn't even Christian!!!)
16-year-old Danny Phantom (member of the Justice League Dark) approaches 25-year-old Red Robin.
Danny: Would you like to go on a date?
Tim: I'm sorry, you flatter me, but I think you're too young for me.
Danny: Sorry for the confusion, it wasn't a date with me, but with my gentleman.
Tim: your knight?
Danny: Yes! Technically, he's an adult, so there wouldn't be any problems!
Tim: Technically? How old is he?
Danny: Um... How old is Halloween?
Tim: ...
Danny: Look, I know it's weird, but he's been alone for a long time, and he really loves the way you psychologically terrorize your criminals and how cool you look doing it!
Tim: um...
Danny: And if you don't like it, you'll have a favor from me, you can ask me for anything.
Tim: Whatever I want?
Danny: Whatever you want.
Tim: Deal.
Danny: Great! Fright Knight will come looking for you tomorrow night! Good luck, bye!
Danny disappears.
Jason, who observed the entire interaction: Tim... Did you really just agree to go on a date with a guy who's over three thousand years old?
Tim: Sure, you heard Danny, the guy hasn't been on a date in a long time. I'll get that favor from the king of infinite kingdoms by the end of the night, you'll see.
After the date with Fright Knight.
Tim enters the Batcave: ...
Jason: How did your date go? How bad was it?
Tim: I have two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which would you like to hear first?
Jason: The bad new?
Tim: I won't be able to get that favor from Danny.
Jason, a few days later: Tim. I have bad news for you.
Tim: What? Is it another case? Bruce being Bruce? Can you make it quick? I need to finalize my plans for Friday.
Jason: Worse.
Tim, putting down his laptop and looking at Jason with concern: How big is it? Do you need backup? The case you were working on was the Black Mask case about him reaching out to other Rogues for an undisclosed reason. I knew I should've pushed Bruce to let more people onto the case instead of leaving it to you and the Batgirls, this case is too big for just four people and-
Jason: Slow down. Breath. Let me talk, dammit
Tim: okay.
Jason, with a sign and dragging his hand over his face: Scarecrow found out you're dating the Spirit of Halloween and Fear. He's now bouncing between dueling/killing you for his hand, worshipping you as well, or doing something... drastic... like plunging the city in fear.
Tim: ...what?
Steph: Ooo, gonna date a criminal too, TimTam? Gonna follow in Daddy Bat's footsteps?
Tim: Steph! When did you get here?
Steph: I felt an insult and a disturbance, and thus I am here.
It would be hilarious if Fright Knight didn't even like Scarecrow, as if Fright Knight saw Scarecrow's fear gas and said, “What is this artificial fear? Does it disappear so quickly as soon as you give them an antidote? Can people recover with weekly therapy sessions? Blasphemy!”
And then he takes it even more personally when he discovers that Scarecrow plans to kill Tim to win his love. Fright Knight would NOT!? FRIGHT KNIGHT WOULD LITERALLY KILL YOU AND THEN DESTROY YOUR CORE AS REVENGE!?
And the only reason Fright Knight didn't start tormenting that guy is because Tim stopped him with that look that promises relentless psychological torture, so Fright Knight just... sits back and watches Tim cause a catastrophe and torment the jerk who threatened him...
(Jason low-key fishing for information from Fright Knight to find a ghost to deal with the Joker. Bruce is busy crashing out about Tim's Ghost Boyfriend right now so this is the perfect opportunity)
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16-year-old Danny Phantom (member of the Justice League Dark) approaches 25-year-old Red Robin.
Danny: Would you like to go on a date?
Tim: I'm sorry, you flatter me, but I think you're too young for me.
Danny: Sorry for the confusion, it wasn't a date with me, but with my gentleman.
Tim: your knight?
Danny: Yes! Technically, he's an adult, so there wouldn't be any problems!
Tim: Technically? How old is he?
Danny: Um... How old is Halloween?
Tim: ...
Danny: Look, I know it's weird, but he's been alone for a long time, and he really loves the way you psychologically terrorize your criminals and how cool you look doing it!
Tim: um...
Danny: And if you don't like it, you'll have a favor from me, you can ask me for anything.
Tim: Whatever I want?
Danny: Whatever you want.
Tim: Deal.
Danny: Great! Fright Knight will come looking for you tomorrow night! Good luck, bye!
Danny disappears.
Jason, who observed the entire interaction: Tim... Did you really just agree to go on a date with a guy who's over three thousand years old?
Tim: Sure, you heard Danny, the guy hasn't been on a date in a long time. I'll get that favor from the king of infinite kingdoms by the end of the night, you'll see.
After the date with Fright Knight.
Tim enters the Batcave: ...
Jason: How did your date go? How bad was it?
Tim: I have two pieces of news, one good and one bad. Which would you like to hear first?
Jason: The bad new?
Tim: I won't be able to get that favor from Danny.
Jason, a few days later: Tim. I have bad news for you.
Tim: What? Is it another case? Bruce being Bruce? Can you make it quick? I need to finalize my plans for Friday.
Jason: Worse.
Tim, putting down his laptop and looking at Jason with concern: How big is it? Do you need backup? The case you were working on was the Black Mask case about him reaching out to other Rogues for an undisclosed reason. I knew I should've pushed Bruce to let more people onto the case instead of leaving it to you and the Batgirls, this case is too big for just four people and-
Jason: Slow down. Breath. Let me talk, dammit
Tim: okay.
Jason, with a sign and dragging his hand over his face: Scarecrow found out you're dating the Spirit of Halloween and Fear. He's now bouncing between dueling/killing you for his hand, worshipping you as well, or doing something... drastic... like plunging the city in fear.
Tim: ...what?
Steph: Ooo, gonna date a criminal too, TimTam? Gonna follow in Daddy Bat's footsteps?
Tim: Steph! When did you get here?
Steph: I felt an insult and a disturbance, and thus I am here.
So the way Duke found out he was an immortal was a tad bit odd. He wasn't supposed to be. Duke definitely died when he was stabbed through the heart. He had the whole scene of his soul being out of his body and everything.
So he met the one guy that must have been the grim reaper staring at him. White hair, pale skin, star freckles wasn't expected but who was he to judge. Duke was honestly waiting for him to take him.
Then he didn't.
"So are we going or..." Duke didn't want to rush death as he watched his family surrounded his body.
"Urm- You weren't supposed to die...." Death sounded like an awkward classmate admitting they forgot their homework to a teacher. Duke slowly turns to him and Death was avoiding his gaze.
"What do you mean I wasn't supposed to die??"
"So like I was curious, you had this string above your head so I just.. tugged it. Slightly-" Duke stared at him while actually contemplating life. His death wasn't noble or out of honor but because death was curious and killed him on accident.
"Can you at least put me back?"
"Ehe-"
Death, or Danny confessed that he didn't actually know how to do that and now they were stuck together. Here starts the adventure of Duke being the living (ergo not living) consequences of Danny doing something stupid. As compensation, Danny will never collect him again.
In the future, Duke constantly volunteers himself for dangerous, deadly missions because he can't die and it's safest to let him do it. Besides, he has a Guardian Angel (ish, more like a teleporting dog named Cujo that'll help him if he calls for him) given to him by the divine(ly stupid, but very genuine and nice) Ghost King Danny (who part times as a Reaper for reasons 100% not related to ditching paperwork).
On the flip side, the rest of the Bats are trying to stage an intervention. Duke clearly has an actual Death Wish. If there's a chance of death, he's the first to volunteer. Obviously, he's either (a) suicidal, or (b) doesn't value himself enough and is always putting his life below their's. Neither are mutually exclusive.
Danny would like everyone to know that Cujo loves his new buddy and that Clockwork had it right this entire time. He loves his Telenovela, and the main 'actor' is plenty cute~
