Bruce had a habit. He checked on his kids every night before he went to sleep. To know they were home. They were safe. Their wounds had been tended to, their nerves soothed, and they could rest peacefully. Bruce couldn't truly sleep well without knowing his children were okay.
It was a full house that night, with even Jason aquescing to spend the night, if only for 'Alfie's award winning blueberry pancakes' as he put it. So he peeked in to see his children, to reassure himself, to see them breathe.
Dick was an artful tangle of limbs, squishy bat plush held snugly against his chest. Jason had a book on his nightstand with the lamp still on. Bruce turned it off for him. Tim was asleep face down on his desk. Bruce shuffled the sleep deprived teenager to his bed before tucking him in. Cass was sleeping peacefully, guarded by her army of stuffed animals. Bruce smiled and closed the door. Damian was asleep, Titus curled up around his young owner. Well, at least he hadn't brought Batcow to his bed this time. Duke had forgotten to close his blackout curtains, which Bruce did for him. The young daytime vigilante deserved as much undisturbed rest as he could get. Next room, open the door-
Bruce barely had enough time to remember that no one lived in this room before he registered someone face down on the bed. He didn't turn on the light, and instead crept forward, letting his eyes adjust to the dark and see for him.
Black haired teenager, slightly younger than Tim, breathing slowly and deeply. It wasn't how the child showed up in what was supposed to be a secure location that concerned him. It wasn't his vaguely bedraggled state or dark eyebags that were apparent even when he was asleep. No what truly concerned him were the bruises Bruce could see.
Purpling marks around his thin wrist in the shape of a far larger hand. Bruises and small cuts on his forearms, the kind Batman would see on someone who had tried to protect themselves. And a large bruise on the child's cheek, the kind he had seen on his own children when someone got in a good punch to the face. But he'd also seen it on other children. Children who were scared, and alone, and betrayed by the people who were supposed to take care of him. Bruce felt a sinking ceartinty that there were more wounds he couldn't see on the teenager.
The detective in him wanted to wake the kid up. Learn everything he could, get his answers, assess a potential threat.
The father in him... said that this kid had no one to check on him at bedtime. To adjust his blankets, turn off his lights, close the curtains, make sure he was happy, safe.
Bruce looked at this thin, bruised child, and pulled a blanket up to the teenager's shoulders. Questions could wait until tommorow. Until then, Bruce hoped the kid slept soundly in what may have been the safest place they'd been in a while.
decided to rewatch the Million Dollar Ghost episode and… guys. Vlad says the skeleton key (used later on to free Pariah Dark) can be used to “travel to any realm”.
…why don’t we use the key for crossover shenanigans???
Danny, too tired to phase back into the house, mixes up his house key and the skeleton key and accidentally steps through the doorway into a Completely Different World and just has to Deal With That with 0 preparation, almost no powers due to how tired he is, and like 2 hours of sleep in the past 4 days.
This leads to a very very tired Danny collapsing into the first bed he finds.
…Who’s bed it is depends on the crossover you want, but just think of the POSSIBILITIES of “finds Danny in their bed” being the first meeting.
You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.
that ‘pakige?’ post but me, a couple hours after posting a fic, like ‘comints?’
I'm always saying dictionary-ass bullshit like "heretofore" and "by dint of" and I'm always so paranoid that it sounds like I'm being pretentious but I promise this is how I talk and I really am just a freak
He's taking notes. Lex thinks his plan is working and he's going to have a dedicated sidekick/apprentice. Danny is just trying to figure out how to forward this to Superman. He's got his own crazy billionaire, thanks, and one is more than enough.
Vlad names Danny his successor and Lex, under the assumption that Danny is evil like Vlad, starts trying to get Danny to join him like he failed to get Vlad to do by revealing his evil plans.
Danny just stands there like ._.
I believe it's because writing is intrinsically part of your soul. Every piece of writing, every character and universe you build has a piece of you in it. It's in the repeated phrases across stories, the lingering motifs and the way you do EM dashes, because no one does them the same way. Writing is an inherently personal thing, and sharing it even more.
Creating alongside another person? You bare your souls to one another, pick off the pieces and share them, you put them together and create something entirely new from parts of yourself. That is one of the most intimate things a human being can do, share deeply parts of their soul they may not even know exist with one other person for the sake of creation. You are creating a person together, a city, a world, a whole universe in your conjoined hands, and denying that it's personal? No. That won't work in the slightest.
there HAS to be a reason for this
Arcee: There was someone out there that could help us the whole time? Optimus, how could you-
Rescue Bots: Hi.
Arcee: Oh my Primus they're babies.
So optimus hid the fact that the rescue bot exist with the exception of bee.
One day he breaks it to the team in hope of ratchet bridging them there for a check up.
The kids love the idea of knew bots
Arcee and ultra magnus was mad that there where more auto bots that could help and Optimus never brought them in
Smokescreen was exited
And bulkhead and ratchet new there had to be a reason boss bot never told them.
And wheeljack was just over there like ok cool.
Anyway ratchet agrees to let the come so he could look at them
Later
The ground bridge opens and the rescue bots and their human steps out.
There hearts stop
They where so young
And the wherent even as tall as ratchet
And they definitely aren’t made for war
Ratchet quickly mother hens them to medbay.
After the checkups claim all clear both team get to know each
It was at this point his brothers came ambling up to him, trying to subtly assess the kid (spoiler: it was not subtle). The kid clocked them approaching and frowned before looking up at Jason.
"Do you know them?"
Jason sighed. "Yeah, those are my loser brothers. If they make jokes about adoption, it's fine. We're all adopted so it's a family joke,"
And right on time, Dick chimed up. "I can't believe we're going to have to tell Alfred he's a grandfather! How could you hide his grandson from him for so long?" Dick dramatically swooned onto his shoulder and danced out of the way when Jason tried to shove him.
"Yeah, Jason," Tim spoke up deadpan, typing away at his phone, "For shame," Then he looked up at Danny. "Is this you?" He asked, holding out his phone. Jason squinted and leaned closer.
The picture was of a teenager mid-flight holding his hand out with a beam of Lazarus Green (what the fuck) energy coming out of it. He was wearing a black and white jumpsuit with a barely visible logo on the chest and Pit coloured eyes (What The Fuck) glowing beneath snowy white hair. But overall facial construction, build, shit, even the hairstyle...Danny was a vigilante. And Tim had just broken his identity.
Beside him Danny paled rapidly, but put on a casual grin and shook his head. "Me? Dude, you need to get your eyes checked. That's Phantom, and he's a ghost. Do I look dead to you?" Rather convincing to the untrained eye. Unfourtanetly for him, he was surrounded by them.
Jason spoke softly and slowly ruffled the kids hair. "Nice try, kiddo. But we can tell," The kid turned to him, big blue eyes looking up at him. The kid was so scared, and he was looking to Jason. He was looking to Jason for protection. (Something inside him started screaming violently to get rid of whatever made the kid scared from now until forever).
Jason paused for a moment, before deciding to take a risk. He shoved a hand into his pocket and palmed a spare domino mask before bringing it out, angling is so no one but the kid under his arm would be able to see it. "We got experience with this sort of thing,"
The kid looked up at him, something on the border between a gut aching relief and hope. "Where did you say you were from?" The kid asked softly.
Jason smirked and tossed his head, flipping his hair and its white streak out of his eyes. "Gotham,"
Jason Todd gets mistaken for Jack Fenton
Danny, holding out a note and blushing like a school girl: Um, here. This is for you.
Bruce, expecting a love letter or something conventional:..What.
Danny: I heard you like contingency plans. This one's for me.
Green Lantern: Ridiculous, no way that-
Bruce, blushing: Hn. Would you like to meet my children?
Green Lantern: THAT WORKED??!
The ritual was well underway, and Bruce could see Dick choking on a strange liquid the cultists were forcing down his throat. It was the same liquid that filled the small pool he was restrained in.
It was Lazarus Waters.
As if that wasn't enough, drawn in blood on the ground was a strange sigil, presumably for invoking something or someone.
And Bruce knew he was out of time; if he wanted Dick to survive, he couldn't wait for a JLD member.
He had to move.
He broke the skylight and crashed into the middle of the enemy, trusting his team to follow. The fighting was mostly a blur, with Bruce's sole focus on getting to a now-limp Nightwing.
And then the sigil lit up.
From the Lazarus water Dick was resting in, a figure started to emerge.
It appeared to be a man around the same age as Bruce, a little taller than him, with snow white hair and glowing green eyes. He was haloed with an ethereal light as he picked up Dick's unconscious body like it was nothing.
Bruce did not think.
Only vaguely aware of the cries of despair behind him, Bruce launched himself at the strange being and decked it in the face.
The being reeled back, and Bruce used its distraction to rip Dick out of its arms.
Bruce darted back enough to hand Dick off to a swearing Jason, and readied himself to go after the being again.
But the being just stood there, hand to its face as it stared at him in...awe?
"You're a human," it-he-said, appearing amazed, "And you actually managed to hurt me."
Bruce bared his teeth in a facsimile of a smile.
"I can make it hurt a lot worse, too-"
"Marry me."
...
"...What?"
"Wait, did I say that outloud?"
"I can't...I don't even know who you are. So. Marriage is not. Uh." Bruce fumbled, unsure of how to handle this turn of events.
"My moniker is Phantom, my name is Danny, and I'm going to disappear now and act like I don't exist."
There was an overwhelming pressure, his ears popped, and Bruce's opponent was...gone.
"Tt. He is clearly not good enough for you."
"Cute."
"Black Bat, no; watching out father figure flirt is not cute. B, if you're done swooning, we need to finish mopping up the cultists."
Unfortunately, the Batfamily is used to weird shit, and they presume that some magic user made them forget Danny. Cue epic quest to reverse the spell and remember their beloved family member while Danny and Jason frantically commit to the bit and try not to get caught.
Dp x DC crossover
So imagine danny and jazz move to Gotham wither it be willingly or on the run. And danny becomes good freinds with Jason. And one day while with danny, jason invited danny to dinner at his family's place.
So jason brought danny to the manor and danny is like "bitch if your fam rich why you live in 1 bedroom apartment in the worst part of town, make it make since". Anway jason and danny sit at the table with the other batkids. The other batkids look at danny kinda funny, jason forgot to mention he was bringing a freind lol.
So then Bruce entered and sat in his chair. He looked at his children took a bite of his stake then his head snapped back up and looked at his kids again. His eyes honed in on danny.
"Who are you?" Bruce asked looking at danny
Danny looked at Jason uncomfortable
Jason looked at Bruce and let out a exaggerated gasp "bruce have you brought so many kids home you forgot about one of your kids!? And my favorite brother no less"
Bruce raised a brow and Damian yelled "what he isnt one of us!" Pointing at danny
"La gasp, demon brat you forgot about him too, even after everything you both have been together, dick talk some since into these heathens!!" Jason cried his hand over his heart.
"Um sorry I uh dont know who this kid is either" dick says fidgeting
"FOR SHAME, SHAME ON THIS FAMILY!!!" Jason yelled dramatically
Everyone was looking at him and Danny, "kid look can you tell us your name" bruce asked looking at the halfa
And danny being the little shit he is goes "you dont remeber my name?! Your jokeing right dad???!!" His eyes wide crocodile tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Everyone In the room is silenced looking at Danny in confusion and guilt.
"It's ok lil bro I'm always here for you" jason says placing a hand on his shoulder "let's go to place for ice cream ok" Jason says to danny gently, Danny sniffles and nods. Jason then leads them out of the manor.
The rest of the batfam is left thinking what the hell, did they really forget about one of their family members, bruce is like "I'm a horrible father, I forgot one of my babies!!??"
Bonus if to commit to the bit danny goes out on potroal with jason and they meet up with the bats and batman is like "who are you" and jason and danny are like "what the hell dad, you forgot Danny's vigilante persona too, you really are a sucky dad" and like leave.
Yo! I'm Lira, she/her, LiraBuswavi on Ao3, and I'm just here to have a good time. The header is fanart I received for a fanfic I wrote! Check out @doodlesforfics, they're an amazing artist.
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