Gimmie A Danny And Damian Twins Au, But Not One Where They're All Gushy Gushy And Huggy Huggy About The

The entire mansion has been baby proofed.

And it doesn’t matter how many times they’ve tried to take them off, or even ban them, somehow they just keep popping back up to everyone’s annoyance.

Jason blames it on Bruce, saying the old man’s going soft on them and basically babying them. It’s him hinting that he doesn’t think they’re capable enough to not bump into or break everything. He accuses Bruce of not trusting them. Dick doesn’t have an answer, but he’s just amused and doesn’t make a move to take them off, which leads the majority of the batfam to think it’s him.

The culprit? Damian.

Damian has seen his family exhausted from shifts. Not to mention the fact that somehow even though he knows they’re some of the smartest and most capable people on the planet he looks up to, they’re also simultaneously the dumbest people that make him suspect that perhaps they weren’t the same people who he’d seen dodging bullets while walking tightropes flawlessly.

And when you work the same hours they do, have the same risks they do, it’s inevitable for someone to simply collapse, because god forbid any single of them weren’t stubborn enough to realise when life -threatening injuries = bedrest and maybe, just maybe = a fucking break.

He’s watched Bruce stumble, head heavy with all the doses of medicines the man had to take before he tripped on air and fell halfway down the stairs. He’s seen Dick nod off in the living room, only for him to accidentally fall over and hit the sharp edge of the table. Stephanie was trying to take off her costume while running for classes, and so she slammed head first into the glass door.

For gods sake, Damian’s pissed Todd’s one to talk because the man was cooking in the kitchen while talking to Roy on the phone and while getting really into the story, he placed his hand on the still hot stove. And picked up the metal container he’d just heated to the point of boiling with his bare hands. The man didn’t realise it, still babbling on to Roy before he sets it down, glances at his hand and then stops when he sees them turning red. And only then, does he let out a quiet “oh…shit.”

Tim’s no better either, he gripped the wrong edge of a knife that he had just put down a second ago. And he wasn’t even doing anything else. Damian just watched in horror and disgust as Tim had just stared at his fingers holding the blade before going “… this is wrong isn’t it? Ow.”

Alfred had caught Damian lugging the questionably large amount of baby proofing material into the mansion the first time, but walked away before he noticed. And Cass helps re-baby proof everything when the batfam try to take them out because Alfred asks her to, and she loves doing it.

Is this him getting soft? Damian? A trained assassin who was taught emotions only served purpose when they fueled your ambitions?

No.

But he had another ambition for now. And so what if his heart flutters when he sees their house-related injuries drastically decrease? So what if there’s a giddy feeling in his chest that warms him to every corner of his soul when he watches them bump against the covered edges, and send a silent grateful look to the sticker?

He had an ambition. He was using these feelings that he’s never felt before, but make him feel so good to fuel himself. He’s doing what he was trained to do. He wasn’t going to let anything stop him.

Danny has been reincarnated.

Which was an odd thing to realize, it wasn't even a slow one he just... snapped into it one day. One moment he was staring at a wall out of boredom the next, well, he was staring for an entirely different reason.

It was a task for his now young -he thinks around three years old?- mind to work its way through the memories, but it wasn't like he had much else to do honestly. So, what does he know?

His name is Danny, like, his actual name and not just a moniker. He was once a halfa and he already knows he's going to be missing invisibility and intangibility. He, well, died. For like, a second time which actually makes sense because reincarnation-

Anyways.

He was a clone of two people from this thing called the Justice League which, weird name but probably some government or activist group. Wonder Woman and Superman. Which were pretty weird names to name your kids but eh.

He doesn't really remember much besides that from this life, or the one from before but he's an adult! He'll figure things out once he gets out of this containment tube thing.

Did he mention he was in a test tube? He's a tube baby now. He thinks? Or maybe it's more like he's being contained.

Whatever.

So he breaks out. Thank you apparent superstrength that he has no idea why he has but he's not going to complain! He then wandered around all of the other test tubes, able to remember just enough of English to see that yea, they're dead.

He probably was too, before he had memories zapped into him. Or a vegetable.

He then finds this really big container, checks it out, then opens it because the clone inside isn't dead!

'Project Match' it said. He'll just call him Match.

Was he thanked for helping him? Nope. You would think that he would be thanked or at least somewhat respected for saving this guy but nope!

He was, quite literally, held up by his leg and dangled in the air. Who dangles a three-year-old?! Well, he was technically and adult but still! The next few things were a blur but after pulling off the old Fenton charm he found him and Match outside as he tried to stop him from attacking random people.

Luckily the charms and privilege of the youngest (he's assuming he's the youngest, because he's physically three) was more than enough to get through to him. Sure, the guy couldn't form words, really aggressive for literally no reason, really weird but also absolutely cool looking eyes. But he worked around the first issue by developing their own personal language from like grunts and stuff, the second he once again used his youngest privilege to boss him around and the third a pair of sunglasses easily fixed.

He just had to steer Match clear of those random S crest mark thingies. Which was a weird thing to hate but hey, he's not there to judge.

OMG YESSS part 3 for the unlucky reader fic would be AWESOME

Batfam x unlucky male reader

Part 3

I’m so happy you guys like this series, as it’s been something I’ve thought about for a while.

This chapter features one of my ocs, Khal, so keep that in mind. Though he is only mentioned barely.

I made up my own area of Gotham since I couldn’t find something that didn’t already have a protector and alike.

-          You were quick to purchase your new apartment, and with the help of your powers you kept hidden from the watchful eyes of the bats as you moved.

-          Hazelheights, but more commonly known as Goretown, was where you moved. The chunk of the city was similar to Crime alley, except it had no protector like the red hood to kick up a storm when children were being used, or innocents killed.

-          Hazelheights gained its nickname after many gangs moved here a few years ago, and it led to an extreme bloodbath where they tore each other part, flinging blood and body parts around the street. It went on for months before It finally seemed to settle, though there were disputes at times that were as bloody as the original war.

  -          Here you set up an attractive apartment. And by that you mean an apartment with no mold or broken windows, it even had functioning water. When everything was finished you sat down, a lined notebook in your lap as you tried to create your antihero costume.

-          Your powers purr as it takes control of your hand, sketching out a look that looks too much like some marble statue you’d see at museums too expensive for you to get in. You took in the drawing in its half-naked glory.

-          Apparently, your powers wanted you to run around in nothing but a tunic, or a short skirt. A flash of pain flickered behind your eyes as your powers grumbled that it was traditional gladiator wear.

-          You had to shake your head, doing your own sketches. But no matter what design you came up with, your powers always added a snake to its design. The snake biting its own tail was added somewhere on it, whether it be a design on the back, or worked into the natural lines of the outfit.

  -          When questioned why the snake, your abilities purred like a large, satisfied cat, rumbling that its creator must be worn with pride.

-          You couldn’t seem to create a design without some kind of robe, so you agreed to a short robe that reached your knees, though your powers did pout at not getting its floor length bright purple fabric with stars and glitter.

-          With some more work you finally came to a design you liked. It was practical and could be moved freely in, it had a helmet that covered your entire head and face, so that along with the hood would hide your identity.

-          Feeling your powers flare, you created your outfit out of thin air. It was the first time you had created anything other than chaos, so you sat in shock for a while. Maybe your powers weren’t just luck based, but something else.

-          Yes, your powers hissed, sounding more snake than feline this time. Magic, it hissed. Powerful, dark, and ancient. Ever changing and shapeless. Created from the bowels and venom of the ancient creator Khal, the birther of magic itself.

  -          It took a while, but you got your powers to explain what it meant by magic, and soon you figured out your powers, or magic, was the effect of a being called the champion.

-          The champion existed to be good and do good, but the newest champion was too powerful too quickly, so something had to balance him to not overwork the weights of reality.

-          The entire conversation gave you a headache, but you convinced your magic to start passing knowledge into you, making it possible for you to use magic in other ways than just making things blow up or technology break.

-          Pulling on your new outfit, you set out for your first night as an antihero. You hadn’t decided on a name yet, but before you could think too far, your magic forced a word to the front. And you knew it was the one. Misfortune.

  -          Weeks passed and the bats couldn’t find you no matter how hard they tried, it was like you had just disappeared. And much to their annoyance Hazelheights seemed to finally have gotten their own vigilante.

-          Or so they thought, as this new player took down many gang leaders and less than legal operations. But then the cloak wearing person robbed the largest bank Goretown had to offer.

-          Bruce sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t have time for a new rogue to pop up, or some red hood copycat. Goretown had mainly been left alone as no villain or vigilante had set up shop there, until now it seemed.

-          Not only were you missing, but a new unknown had cropped up and was ripping up the ecosystem that was Gotham.

  -          The batclan was able to get a name for this new person. Misfortune. Since there was no sign of you, on a slow night they left to observe this new person.

-          You appeared for familiar, but it was only when the very road under a car Misfortune had been chasing caved in on itself, causing said car to crash into the sewers, that the connection was made.

-          The bats rushed back to the care, and compared notes about you and about this Misfortune, things like powers and physical build, and it became clear.

-          You were Misfortune. They tried to figure out just why you had turned to this. There was no tragic backstory it seemed, as you had lived such a peaceful life. Their only theory was because of the lack of money, or maybe your powers had gone to your head.

-          They didn’t get to speculate for much longer, as a message from the league line rang across the cave. Picking it up, they were met with the face of one champion of magic, Captain Marvel.

-          Marvel greeted them, slightly awkward as he scratched his chin. When Bruce asked him for the reason of his call, Marvel stuttered a little, trying to find the right words.

-          When pressed by Bruce, he finally explained how magic in Gotham had been going haywire, and how it was centered around one specific area and as champion of magic, it was Captain Marvels duty to check it out.

-          The bats all shot each other glances. They had a feeling this had something to do with you.

Dani, destabilizing too fast to reach Danny or Vlad, does something stupid as a last resort. It works.

Simply put, she'd just read Frankenstein and there was a thunderstorm. She flew into the clouds and deliberately set out to get shocked by lightning.

It worked. It actually worked. Her Core went from something delicate and unsure of it's own alignment to having a Lightning Core. She wasn't thrilled that she shared that with Vlad, but hey! Now she only randomly got sick sometimes instead of all melty! Even then, she only gets sick if she runs out of juice, like a battery.

So she makes it a point to charge up her core as often as she can, and tornado season on the plains is a great way to find storms.

The Kents, watching a large storm roll in with clouds so heavy that they seemed to reach towards the ground, notice the figure of a small person darting in and out of them.

It happens again with the next one.

And the next.

It gets to the point where they ask Clark if he can find the strange meta that likes storms and invite them over for dinner, because they're starting to feel kind of like this is a neighbor now and Must Do the Polite Thing.

Bruce has been chasing after Damian for years now, the once child now a young adult. He's missed 5 years of his son's life, due to a conversation where they both said the wrong words which resulted in Damian running away and somehow managing to evade all of them for so long.

He has to get to his son, before Talia sucks him right back up into the league.

They managed to track his location down to a nightclub, apparently, he was participating in a regularly held event that's been going on ever since 6 years ago.

So they went to the city the nightclub was in, disguised themselves in the crowd and was told to let each other know if they've found Damian.

He didn't expect to meet Talia and the same nightclub, but it made sense. If he was able to find Damian, then it makes sense for Talia to be able to do so as well, even after years hiding from the both of them.

He was keeping an eye on Talia, and she was keeping an eye on him as well, when the event started. The most popular-and only- DJ appeared and played music that had the civilians going wild, and then an entire stage sprang from the ground, multicolored lights coming to life.

This was an event in which multiple dancers had to compete against each other, for what was previously the chance to battle Wraith, the champion who also acted as the DJ, but that changed when Demon came around, overthrowing Wraith and yet, the two seemed to be evenly matched, taking the champion title from each other over the period of 5 years.

Now, who ever got far enough had the option to pick between the two, the Wraith or the Demon.

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Danny, or otherwise known as Wraith, managed to find a place for himself after losing everything to the Nasty Burger explosion, with the help of Vlad to get him back on his feet, he managed to find a place for himself in a nightclub in another city.

It was in that same city, that he didn't expect to see his twin, Damian Al Ghul, by himself. He explained that he left his father, and was on the run from their mother, Damian didn't know what to do with himself anymore.

Which-as much as he wasn't on a cordial relationship with Damian- reminded him of himself after the explosion of Nasty Burger. So, he took him in at his pretty decent size apartment, fully prepared to do what was needed for his older brother until he got back on his feet.

Then Damian followed him to the nightclub one day, and then the next demanded that Danny teach him so that he could earn his keep.

And Danny did.

He didn't expect for Damian to progress so fast that he was able to dethrone him, though. But he gave credit where credit was due, and if Damian was hellbent on doing this for a living, then he had to wear a mask to hide his identity, from you know, some types of fans and the League as well.

He asked Vlad for another neon mask- he had one himself- and Vlad gave him one surprisingly easy, and then he gave that mask to Damian.

And that, was how Wraith and Demon became regular champions that dethroned each other, until the manager told them to stop because no one else would be able to display their skills and instead made them both champions.

Either pick one or get two.

Their lives fell into an endless motion of DJing, dancing to earn money, and then going back home to a messy apartment, eating and then passing out.

It was a perfect routine that neither of them whished to disturb.

Then Danny saw Talia, and Damian saw Bruce, and suddenly that peace was threatened. Neither of them wanted to go back now, not after establishing this little thing for themselves that they carved out with their own two hands.

But it would be okay, as long as their masks stay on they would go unnoticed, after all.

They wouldn't even think that their children were dancers, would they?

DPXDC Prompt #39

Danny gets turned into a cat and winds up falling through a portal to a world where ghosts don’t exist and he winds up on the watchtower. He still has access to his powers and he figures why not mess with the hero’s here while he looks for a way home? I imagine he had a bigger form in ghost form like kujo.

the JL is just confused how this cat can fly and go through walls and is also somehow according to John to be the king of ghosts.

A TaliaxDanny idea that came to me.

Damian, Bruce, and the rest of the bats discover the Talia al Ghul they had been fighting against, the one that cloned her own son, had the clone kill him, plant a control device in him when he broke his spine, etc etc was actually not the real Talia al Ghul.

Turned out Ra's had cloned her and killed the original when she discovered his little plans to take over Damain's body and she confonted him about it. Ra's had to make a clone when after tossing a dead Talia into the pits but never returned (he meant to kill her as a warning, as a "you may be my blood but will not hesitate to end you Talia.") It explains so much to Damian when remembers how out of nowhere his mother changed, her training him changed from harsh to deadly, the soft motherly love she would give him when behind closed doors suddenly stopped, the tales she would spin for him about his father no longer whispered to him for bed.

How this was find out?

Well it's hard to ignore the facts that when your foolish grandfather in his quest for immortality summons an eldritch being known as the Ghost King into the Mortal Realm and uses Damian as a sacrifice while his (not) mother watches emotionless.

When the being appeared, plunging the room from green glowing flames and the glow of the Lazarus Pits into darkness before a cosmos exploded to life, its glowing green eyes snapped open in the stars and stared at them all. Making every single one of them feel small, so very small.

It took a single glance around the room before stopping on the al Ghul's. It's eyes widen before a steel and firm look entered them. Just as quick as the cosmos sprang to life, it suddenly swirled away into a ball, putting them all back into the Lazarus room,and reformed in front of them to a more humanish height and body.

When the body, around the height and build of Batman, was done forming it took a step forward and suddenly as one blinked a man stood in front of them. Or rather floated. Snow white hair that flickered and wisped towards a crown made of fire and ice, glowing green eyes that held none of the madness but all of the power the Lazarus Pits could give. His clothing were tailored made that were tastefully a mixture of black and white with some silvers and greens, clothes fit for a King one would say. The cosmos that once engulfed the room had shifted into a cloak that hanged around his body, on one side more than the other (think like how CW wears his only the hood is down).

This, this was no doubt the Ghost King, he stood tall and regal and made everyone in the room feel the need to look down, to bow ones head for even just a moment. Even Ra's had trouble disobeying the urge to do so.

"Well..." the being said, his voice deep but not as gravely as Batman's was "What an interesting way to meet my In-Laws and Step-Son..."

He has said that as he looked towards the al Ghul's. Damian flinched back with a frown of confusion and disbelief while Ra's looked panicked for a second when the words registered into his mind, meanwhile Talia... looked emotionless and barely even twitched.

"What the fu-?" Someone began only to stop when the King lifted his hand and with a snap of his fingers a green portal appeared, it looked almost like the Lazarus Pits but it felt... cleaner? Less angry?

"My Bellatrix, my warrior star. I believe I've been summoned to your home dimension. And judging by the looks of it your father created a barely functioning Mirror of you and planned on using your son as a sacrifice to me." He spoke out towards the portal before holding his hand out.

A hand appeared from the portal, a slender hand and with green and black painted nails manicure to perfection before someone walked through it as they took hold of the Ghost King's offering hand.

Standing in front of them was another Talia, only this one looked a tad older than the one in the room. She wore clothing that matched the King to a T but even then, as always, Talia looked deadly in it. Beautiful but very deadly. From the heels she wore to the crown upon her head, a crown made of not ice and fire but of stars and black jewels. Her eyes were sharp as she stared at everyone in the room, frown on her painted lips, but her eyes lit with a small soft joy when she saw Damian only for them to turn poisonous when they landed on Ra's and the other Talia nearby.

"I should had know you would had created a Mirror of me instead of admitting to my son you killed me Father." Queen Talia spat out. "The least you could had done was not make my Mirror so cheaply, it doesn't even have a proper soul attached to it."

DPxDC Prompt

Phantom has been part of the Justice League for a while and though he looks young he is just as experienced if not more so then most of the league's heavy hitters. With a historical record going back to the very beginning of civilization as a guardian of balance and a hero whoever he meets, it was only natural to add him onto the roster.

Not a lot is know about his species as the rift to his home dimension was closed long before the information black out dropped from Amity Park and even after it dropped all the records appeared to be wiped clean.

But it was assumed even though he looked young it was probably some sort of glamor or disguise. They had seen many of his kind during meetings with their leaders "the Council of Ancients", none of them looked as human as Phantom did, so it stands to reason he changed his appearance to be more familiar to those around him.

With dull teeth, soft hair and human skin.

When John or other JLD members call him an eldritch baby in so many words, they assume he is talking about his young appearance. No one corrects that assumption, least of all Danny who knows that he is very young compared to other ghosts, being dead for only five years.

It isn't until they are fighting an evil magic user that it becomes clear, the magic user can see immediately that Danny is hiding his true form subconsciously and decides to turn the League against each other by "revealing the monster within". When Danny is struck by the spell he collapses in on himself and the other heroes with him are concerned both for him and of what the spell will turn him into when they realize the intentions.

In a bright flash of light Danny's true form is revealed.

His white hair is a brilliant bright flame, his eyes are a void of black with shining green spotlights for pupils, his hands became claws and so have his feet. His black suit became a covering of black fur and he has a tail very reminiscent of a certain Ancient (cough Frostbite cough), if they look closer he even has the beginnings of ice like horns growing from his temples beneath his bangs. All of this along with fangs that look a little too big for his mouth together would be unsettling…

…if not for the fact he was very much the size of a five year old.

The baby comments make sense now…

Jason who’s been gushing about Jazz: oh and her younger brother killed the entire justice league in an alternate timeline. Don’t worry he fixed it. I wanna invite him over for dinner because I think him and Tim would nerd out together. But he’s embarrassed and think you’ll hate him but technically he hasn’t killed anyone in this timeline so hey, already better start than me! He didn’t even come back from the dead insane either!

Bruce: excuse me what

Jason: so just can you be a little less broody, I’m hoping if you like him, then it’ll give me some brownie points for trying to kill him when we first met because he was in my haunt

Bruce: wait hold-

Jason: and now whenever I’m hanging out with Jazz he always glares at me when I take her out and bring her back home and hey, if he starts dating Timbers then he won’t be there to glare at me all the time

Bruce: may I speak-

Jason: and I like I just really want him to like me because I want to do this the, well not right, but the more traditional way and ask permission for Jazz’s hand in the eternal realms of forever but I have a feeling if I ask him now he’d have me beheaded by the court

Bruce: Jason this is the first time I’ve seen you in a month calm-

Jason: and I just would rather not be a beheaded entity. I can’t be the red hood without a head to put the hood onto!

Bruce grabbing his shoulders: JASON!

Jason:…

Bruce: I love you son but what the fuck

Ghost are dragons.

Except.

Danny gets dropped into the DC universe, how I don't know nor care really to figure out, in dragon form and the first person he runs into happens to be one Billy Batson.

Who adopts him.

Kinda tried to hide his Shazam thing at first, something about a secret identity but it didn't work out too well so Danny just knows he's Shazam but doesn't care.

Danny has never come out of dragon form before.

Danny is a tiny dragon.

Billy has a sense of humor.

So does Danny.

Shenanigans.