Fuck I'm Alive

Danny meets JL members: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Imagin Danny and Damian as twins: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Constantine is a father??: Part 1, Part 2

Test Mission: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Lantern corp: JL members #8, Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, Part 5, part 6

Danny + Aquaman: JL members #6, part 1

Dick finds out he's a dad: part 1, Part 2

Bruce has another kid........but this one is not adopted: Part 1, Part 2

Wrong Number: Part 1, part 1.5, part 2, part 2.5, part 2.9, part 3, Part 4

Sixteen Bucks and a Grudge: Part 1, Part 2

Danny is Ra's overpowered ex: part 1,

Tiny baby ghost: part 1, part 2, part 3

A Batfamily Podcast: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 Caution: May Cause Adoption: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

There can only be one brother extras 5 - 25 + bonus parts

Twin Chaos (tim and danny): Og post aka part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

ill update this as i go

Then the new veterinarian opened across from the animal shelter he volunteered at.

He was kind to every animal. He hand-fed injured pigeons. He let ugly three-legged cats climb onto his shoulders during appointments. He wore oversized sweaters with paw prints on them. AND WORST OF ALL—

He was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his entire twelve years of existence.

Not regular pretty either. No. Universe-ending pretty.

Like “ethereal being accidentally trapped in human form” pretty.

Like “Greek gods would start drama over him” pretty.

Like “why is there sparkles around him when he holds baby rabbits” pretty.

And unfortunately— the veterinarian was approximately ancient. As in TWENTY.

Which meant Damian could not even emotionally justify his feelings because Grayson would never let him hear the end of it.

So instead Damian did the mature thing. He decided Drake needed to marry him immediately.

Light Yagami Because the second they start debating morality, the global homicide rate triples and this partnership fails because both of them have superiority complexes the size of Jupiter and would eventually attempt to kill each other over who gets to monologue first.

L Lawliet L would figure him out in 12 minutes and Dottore would dedicate the next 12 years to being annoying about it.

L would take one look at Dottore and immediately go: “Interesting. You smile too often when discussing medical ethics. Statistical probability of crimes against humanity: 97.4%.” And Dottore— who normally manipulates entire nations effortlessly— would become irrationally obsessed with the fact that some weird barefoot detective clocked him in under fifteen minutes. Dottore would escalate SO hard. L: “You’re upset.” Dottore, building six new clones out of spite: “I don’t know what you mean.”

William Afton The phrase “child experimentation” would enter the chat and every god would immediately log off. This is less “mad scientists collaborating” and more “the universe creating a concentrated sphere of bad decisions.” Afton would show Dottore haunted animatronics and Dottore would react like he just discovered sliced bread. “You’re telling me the SOULS stayed attached to the machinery?”And then they’d both say “fascinating” at the same time and everyone within a fifty mile radius would need therapy.

Rick Sanchez At some point one of them says: “Okay but theoretically what happens if we force a god into a particle collider?” And then the multiverse starts buffering. Morty would die instantly from stress alone.

Makima Manipulation battle so toxic the atmosphere itself becomes a biohazard.

This isn’t a conversation. This is psychological warfare with eye contact. Makima would manipulate Dottore. Dottore would KNOW he’s being manipulated. Makima would know he knows. Dottore would manipulate her back just to see what happens. Meanwhile everyone around them is developing stress-induced migraines because the room feels like two apex predators politely discussing cannibalism over tea.

Orochimaru They’d exchange research notes like teenage girls swapping skincare routines. “Omg your human experimentation method is SO clean.”

They’d spend seventeen straight hours discussing immortality research while everyone else in the room slowly realizes they are witnessing the scientific equivalent of two nuclear bombs shaking hands. Kabuto would take notes. Dottore’s clones would take notes. The notes themselves would probably violate human rights.

Kenjaku No. Absolutely not. Kenjaku sees humanity as an experiment. Dottore sees morality as an obstacle. Together they would look at evolution itself and go: “Can we make it worse?” The phrase “for science” would become a planetary extinction event.

Even Sukuna would probably stare at them like: “what the hell is wrong with you people”

Osamu Dazai This one is dangerous because they would ENJOY each other. Dazai would instantly realize Dottore is completely insane. Dottore would instantly realize Dazai hides his intelligence behind clown behavior. And then they’d spend the next month psychologically tormenting each other for entertainment. No one would know whose side Dazai is on. INCLUDING Dazai. Meanwhile Dottore is having the time of his life because finally someone understands his sense of humor. Unfortunately their shared sense of humor is “creating irreversible emotional damage.”

Fyodor Dostoevsky The SECOND these two meet, church bells start ringing ominously somewhere. Their conversations would sound like this: Fyodor: “Sin is intrinsic to humanity.” Dottore: “Counterpoint: have you tried removing parts of the humanity?” And somehow it only gets worse from there. They would discuss mass suffering like wine critics discussing flavor profiles. The casualty count would become mathematically difficult to calculate.

(Danny phases through the Batcave ceiling holding a glowing smoothie.)

Danny: Hey dad, hey grandpa. Raven says if you keep stress-brooding you’re gonna throw your back out by age fifty-two.

Batman: … Damian: … Batman: Explain.

Danny: Oh right. Hi. I’m Danny. I’m your future grandson from, like, twenty years ahead. Mom sent me back because dad accidentally started an interdimensional incident trying to prove he could “totally beat Constantine in a magic duel.”

Damian: I would never— Danny: You absolutely would. I have video proof.

Batman: Raven is the mother?

Danny: Yeah. You guys were terrifyingly in love. Whole “darkness and violence but secretly soft for each other” thing. Really gross honestly.

Damian: Father, destroy him.

Danny: Can’t. Genetic immunity. Also grandma Talia already tried.

Batman: …Talia knows?

Danny: Oh yeah. She loves me. Calls me “the tolerable Wayne.”

Damian: I despise this timeline.

Danny: That’s okay. Mom said you’d say that. Dad cried when I inherited her empathy and your anger issues though.

Batman: already opening the contingency files

Danny: Don’t bother. I inherited ghost powers from a lab accident too.

Batfamily watching from the security cameras

Danny

One for the living, two for the dead, Three for the ghost with the crown on his head. Four for the rift where the echoes call, Five for the boy who will save — or fall. Six for the portal, glowing green, Seven for realms that drift unseen. Eight for the friends who stand through fright, Nine for the heart split wrong from right. Ten for the name the world won’t know, Half of light, and half of woe.

A hero of silence, a secret untold, A bond of warmth in a world so cold. Should truth be spoken, the veil may rend— For death and life must never blend.

In the space between heartbeats, the living and the dead whisper to one another. Their words are not spoken but echoed — soft, strange, and eternal.

Scholars of the Realms call these echoes The Phantom Codex: a collection of verses carved into stone, scattered through time, each one a record of a soul that crossed the veil — human, ghost, or something caught in between.

No one remembers who first wrote them. Perhaps they wrote themselves.

What remains are fragments: prophecies, elegies, and songs of those who lived, died, and lingered. Legends born from the rift where green light meets shadow.

This is their archive. Their hymn. Their haunting.

— The first verse belongs to the boy who walks between.

Danny’s got this habit.

It started off innocent enough—he figured out he could phase things into himself to carry them around. A pen, a notebook, some sticky notes, his phone, his wallet… a bag of chips if he was in the mood. Why bother with a backpack when you can just be the backpack?

And honestly? It’s so convenient. He always has what he needs. He never loses things anymore. If someone asks for a pen, boom—he reaches into his own shoulder and pulls one out. Instant problem solver.

The other heroes don’t think much of it. Flash thinks it’s funny, Batman doesn’t even blink (he’s seen weirder), Wonder Woman just accepts it as “ghost powers, sure.”

But Superman? Superman is so worried.

See, Clark’s x-ray vision isn’t perfect. It’s great for spotting bones and outlines, but when it comes to the finer details inside a half-ghost kid’s body? Not so much.

All Clark sees is this boy—this very alive, very human-looking boy—with several strange, solid masses stuffed inside his torso. Some long, some lumpy, some rectangular. They don’t match anything he recognizes in human anatomy. And there’s a lot of them. Like… crowding his organs a lot.

Clark cannot tell if Danny is just walking around with a body full of tumors, swallowed weapons, or alien parasites. He doesn’t know if Danny knows.

He tries to be subtle at first. “Hey, uh, Danny… how’s your health? You feeling okay? No pain or anything?”

Danny, mid-battle, casually pulling a granola bar out of his chest cavity: “Yeah, I’m fine, why?”

Clark nearly drops out of the sky.

Because. Because. Danny just pulled what looked like a wrapped energy bar out of what Clark was pretty sure was lodged halfway through his left lung.

“Danny,” Clark tries again, panicking internally, “do you—do you realize you have—there are things inside you?”

Danny, blinking, chewing his granola bar: “Yeah? That’s where I keep them.”

Clark: “…”

Danny: reaches into his ribs and produces a wallet “See? Super handy.”

Clark: staring in absolute horror

The rest of the League thinks it’s hilarious. Flash begs Danny to store snacks for him. Green Lantern suggests Danny could be “the ultimate smuggling operation.” Batman gives Clark a Look™ that says “don’t ask, don’t question, just accept.”

But Clark can’t stop seeing the shapes. He can’t stop thinking this poor kid is full of alien tumors and just doesn’t realize it.

HIS MASK CAN HIDE HIM FROM THE WORLD—BUT NOT FROM THE GODS.

Cale Henituse never asked for gods, bloodlines, or destiny. He only wanted a quiet life, a place to rest without the weight of the world pressing down on his shoulders.

But some truths cannot stay buried forever. Shadows stir, whispers of forgotten legacies rise, and the mask he has carefully built begins to crack. In the middle of war, loyalty, and impossible choices, Cale stands at a crossroads between the person he pretends to be… and the one he cannot outrun.

Still, he is not alone. Found family, stubborn allies, and bonds stronger than any god’s claim stand beside him—ready to fight, ready to stay.

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Danny: “so… the AO3 fics about you guys are… actually really good😏👻”

Bruce: “…AO3? What’s that?”

Danny: “basically… people write stories about u. Like… fan stories 🤷‍♂️”

Jason: “wait… people write stories about us?”

Damian: “…romantic ones?” 😳

Tim: “yes, Damian. Welcome to the internet. It’s chaotic and slightly horrifying.”

Alfred: “Master Jason… do try to maintain decorum. Viewing these without some level of self-control could be… unwise. ☕”

Jason: “decorum? I don’t think that’s possible anymore…”

Dick: “okay… some of these are actually kind of funny. And some… weirdly accurate? 😅”

Bruce: “These are fictional accounts of our lives. I do not appreciate the… inaccuracies.”

Damian: “…they ship me with everyone. Why does this happen? 😑”

Danny: “it’s complicated. Basically… humans like chaos and drama. You’re all perfect for it 😎”

Jason: “I like this chaos. I need more. Show me everything, Danny. Everything.”

Tim: “Jason… you really have no idea what you’re getting into.”

Alfred: “…and I am fairly certain that none of this will end well.”

Dick: “honestly… this is better than I expected. I’m just… sitting back and enjoying it.”

Danny: “glad I could help. Also… you all are extremely entertaining in so many ways 👻✨”

Damian: “…I hate this. I hate all of this. But I also… kind of don’t?”

Jason: “oh no… some of these actually make sense?? how??”

Tim: “Jason, stop overanalyzing the fanfics and just… read them like a normal person.”

Dick: “normal is overrated. Some of these are weirdly inspirational.”

Bruce: “Inspirational? They literally have you guys doing things that never happened. This is… alarming.”

Damian: “…why is there a fic where I fight ghosts with… a pet raccoon?!” 🐾

Jason: “…that’s amazing. I want that raccoon. And the fic. Both.”

Alfred: “…I should go polish the silverware in case the internet breaks reality tonight.”

Danny: “don’t worry, Alfred. Just… let chaos exist. It’s fun 👻💫”

Damian: “…I feel like I’m being… judged by strangers online. And… I’m oddly okay with it.”

Dick: “that’s the spirit. Just embrace it. Meme energy, people.”

Jason: “this is going in my permanent Batfam chaos folder 😎📱”

Tim: “…I feel like I need therapy after reading some of these summaries.”

Bruce: “I need… fifteen minutes of silence. Preferably in another dimension.”

Clockwork: “I shall manage his schedule with absolute precision. No tantrums under my watch.” Ancient of Storms: “I offer calming thunderstorms to soothe his restless spirit.” Ancient of Life: “My healing mists will restore him swiftly.” Ancient of Chaos: “I’ll make his fever fun.” Fright Knight: “I volunteer to scare away the germs.”

Bruce: “I don’t care who does it—just keep him alive.” Alfred: “Tea and biscuits are prepared. I’m ready.”

Clockwork (attempting order): “Nap time is at 1900 hours. Deviation will not be tolerated.” Danny (sneezing, glowing faintly): “No nap. Play.” Ancient of Chaos: “Perfect! Playtime chaos is my specialty!” Ancient of Life: “Rest, child. Restore.” Ancient of Storms: “I can lull him with gentle rain.” Danny: casts a tiny storm cloud that drenches everyone “NOPE.”

Fright Knight: lurking in the corner “I’ll protect him from nightmares and bad germs.” Jason: “He’s already scared of me. What’s new?” Danny: smiles devilishly “You good scary.”

Ancient of Life: “Allow me to sing a healing hymn.” Danny: covers ears “Too loud. No sleep.”

Clockwork: “I will regulate his feeding schedule.” Danny: throws juice box “I am the schedule.”

Ancient of Chaos: “Then let chaos reign!” Ancient of Storms: “Chaos + storms = disaster.” Ancient of Life: “Healing + order = peace.” Danny: giggling “Chaos is fun.”

Bruce: “Someone—anyone—please just hold him.” Alfred: “On it, sir.” picks up Danny gently

Danny (cuddled in Alfred’s arms): “Cookie?” Alfred: “One, freshly baked.” Danny: “Cookie good. I nap now.”

Ancients (in unison): “The power of the mortal butler triumphs.”

Bruce: “Alfred’s officially the best babysitter in all realms.” Danny: half-asleep “Alfred... king too.”

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Danny (age 2, glowing faintly, clutching a half-empty juice box): “I WANT MORE JUICE. THIS IS INJUSTICE.”

Bruce: “Danny, please. It’s bedtime.”

Danny: “BEDTIME IS A LIE. I AM THE PHANTOM KING.”

Damian: “He’s glowing brighter than the Bat-Signal.”

Jason: “That’s not the Bat-Signal. That’s a category five hurricane forming.”

Steph: “I just got a text from Oracle. Gotham’s weather app is completely broken.”

Barbara (via comms): “It’s not just the app. The entire city is experiencing a localized storm… and it’s following Danny’s mood.”

Dick: “He’s having a tantrum storm. Like, literal weather storm.”

Cass: “He just floated up and slammed his tiny fists on the floor. The power just flickered.”

Duke: “The clouds outside are swirling in green and purple. It’s kind of... beautiful? And terrifying.”

Alfred (calm but concerned): “Master Danny’s aura is causing electromagnetic interference, sir.”

Bruce: “How do we calm a toddler who controls the weather and just declared war on bedtime?”

Danny (pouting, glowing with storm clouds swirling above): “NO. JUICE. NO NAPS.”

Tim: “We tried bribing him with pancakes shaped like bats.”

Danny: “Not enough.”

Jason: “I offered him the last piece of cake. He sent a lightning bolt through my hand.”

Steph: “I think I saw a bird get struck twice.”

Damian: “His wrath is... elemental.”

[Outside the manor, Gotham residents look up at a swirling green-purple vortex.]

Citizen 1: “Is that—?”

Citizen 2: “Nope. Nope. Nope. Going inside. Closing windows.”

Citizen 3: “Is this a new kind of Joker prank?”

Batman (via comms): “No. This is worse.”

Danny (now standing on the rooftop, arms crossed, storm raging): “I DEMAND A NEW JUICE BOX, OR I WILL CANCEL ALL SUNSHINE.”

Klarion (appearing dramatically): “Fret not, young phantom! I shall conjure a tempest of juice boxes!”

Danny (eyes sparkling): “YES. FRIEND.”

Bruce: “How many times do I have to remind you—no magic without supervision?”

Klarion: “Supervision is for mortals.”

Dick: “Why am I suddenly craving a thunderstorm-flavored smoothie?”

Barbara: “The city’s power grid is fluctuating with his mood swings.”

Cass: “He just threw a tantrum and a thunderbolt at the TV remote.”

Jason: “Remote is fried.”

Alfred: “I suggest immediate sacrifice of cookies and calming lullabies.”

Danny (grinning, juice box replenished): “Storm is passing. But only because I am satisfied.”

Damian: “For now.”

The Realms (observing, booming voices):

Ancient of Storms: “The Phantom Child has learned the ancient art of tantrum conjuration.”

Ancient of Balance: “The universe itself bows to his whim.”

Clockwork: “Nap time has never been so consequential.”

Fright Knight: “I volunteer to babysit next time.”

Realmia (whispering): “The storm will pass, but the legacy remains.”

Bruce (collapsing into a chair): “I’m going to need a week off.”

Danny (snuggling a glowing stuffed bat): “I’m a good king now.”

Steph: “For now.”

(featuring De-aged Danny, Klarion the Witch Boy, and the slowly unraveling sanity of the Batfamily)

Bruce: I’m assigning shifts. Danny cannot be left alone with Klarion.

Tim: Too late. Klarion showed up ten minutes ago and they’re currently drawing runes on the kitchen tiles.

Bruce: …I TOLD you to lock the magic wards.

Steph: That was before Klarion turned the lock into a gummy worm and declared Danny his “chaos prince.”

Damian: I tried to stab him.

Cass: nods solemnly She helped.

Jason: Klarion just threatened to turn me into a cactus and Danny cheered.

Danny (2 y/o): holding up a juice box like a holy relic “Dewey say WESPECT NAP TIME!!”

Klarion: offended “NAP TIME IS OPPRESSION.”

Duke: They’re floating now. They’re both FLOATING. The ceiling fan is spinning backwards.

Babs (on comms): What the hell is a "chaos pact” and why did Danny sign it with applesauce?!

Dick: I tried reasoning with them. Danny licked my face and Klarion hexed my shoelaces to scream.

Alfred: Master Bruce, the sugar gremlins have united. There is chanting in the walls.

Danny (giggling): “Kwarion says the bathtub is the new THRONE.”

Klarion: “Let the coronation begin. We will fill it with Jell-O and frogs.”

Jason: I don’t even know if I should stop them or take notes.

Damian: This is a war crime.

Cass: points at the glowing frogs War crimes with style.

Steph: Wait. Where’s the dog?

Klarion: cackling Teekl is currently babysitting Batcow. Don’t worry. She’s very responsible.

Bruce: We don’t have Batcow anymore.

Danny: cheerfully “Moo moo went boom boom in the void!”

Duke: I am not emotionally equipped for this level of supernatural babysitting.

Babs (overwatch): Alright, I just caught Klarion opening a dimensional rift with a juice box straw.

Tim: Danny traded his left sock for a spell scroll.

Jason: sobbing laughter HE CAN’T EVEN READ.

Cass: Klarion reads for him. They have story time now.

Dick: Okay but listen—Klarion is doing the voices and Danny keeps demanding “more violence.”

Steph: They started a sock cult. I just saw four plushies in cloaks.

Bruce: gritting teeth Who authorized this?!

Alfred (calmly): Master Danny looked at me with those enormous green eyes and asked if we could make the house "Halloween forever." I, naturally, agreed.

Danny (crowned in fruit loops): “By decree of me, Prince of Spookville, we shall not nap until the moon sings!”

Klarion: bowing deeply “LONG MAY HE REIGN.”

Damian: If I disappear into the walls, do not find me.

Tim: If I disappear into the walls, please rescue me.

Duke: I looked into the bathtub throne and saw my future.

Jason: I saw my past.

Babs: Klarion just summoned a demon shaped like a bouncy castle.

Danny (excited): “BOUNCEY BOI!!!”

Dick: There are spikes on it.

Steph: Yeah, but they’re adorable. Like…baby safe spikes.

Bruce: WHAT THE HELL IS A BABY-SAFE SPIKE?!

Alfred (returning with cookies): Tea is ready, and I have diplomatically negotiated peace using oatmeal raisin offerings.

Bruce: Where is Danny now?

Alfred: Attempting to hex the microwave with a juice box.

Bruce: I am going to cry.

Danny: from the kitchen “MACHINE NO GO BEEP NO MORE.”

Klarion (gleeful): “AND THUS, TECHNOLOGY KNEELS!”

The Realms (watching):

Clockwork: Fascinating. This is better than cable.

Fright Knight: They’re going to blow up the bathtub.

Ember: I like these Batkids. They’re so loud.

Walker: That baby just ate a sigil.

Ancients: We bless this union of chaos. Let the mortal world burn—in friendship and bubbles.

Conclusion:

Danny is now wearing a cape made of sticky notes and peanut butter, Klarion is teaching him how to levitate juice boxes with his mind, and the Batfamily has collectively decided to let Alfred handle it.

He is now King. Again. Of the bathtub.

Danny (beaming): “I RULE THE TILES.”

Klarion (swooping dramatically): “AND I, YOUR LOYAL COURT JESTER!”

Jason: I have never felt more like the normal one.

Danny (proudly): “This was best playdate ever.”

All of Gotham: shuddering in the aftermath

Klarion: Next week—WE CONQUER DAYCARE.