Prompt: Gotham Baby Switch Mystery (DCXDP)

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I am a little high but what if people proposed with beautiful, intricate knives. Ladies would gather around the table and be like “guess what finally happened!!” And pull this beautiful, intricate dagger out of her purse and all the other ladies would gasp and congratulate her

Batfam: tell us everything. >:[

Danny: well… I went inside a very strange machine…. *proceeds to tell whole life story*

Batfam: the… the crime kid… tell us everything about the crime you just stopped…

Danny:

Batfam:

Danny: ohhhhh why didn’t you say so? :>

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Because I talked about it on Discord

The Disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne, and how Watcher Mystery Files solved it in one episode.

Wrote it for a warm up, freaked out because I didn't know how to end it, copped out, wrote Omegaverse instead, finished another story, circled back to this one.

Anyways this was inspired by this post right here from @thebeeswantarson

it looks like this go reblog it

Alright here we go.

When the nosebleeds had started, Tim hadn’t really thought anything of it.

He’d waved away concerned friends and family, shoved tissues (and tampons, on one memorable occasion) up his nose, and gone about his day.

Then the migraines. Oh, the migraines.

After the increased migraines, increased stomach issues, and a few fainting spells that had even Bruce cornering him and demanding he see a doctor, Tim had acquiesced.

And the result after many CATscans and MRIs?

Nothing. No tumors, no signs of disease, normal bloodwork-nothing physical was wrong.

Nothing magical, either. He’d gone to some JLD members to ensure that.

After consulting with his small team of doctors, they finally managed to pinpoint what was driving his body to rebel against itself.

Stress.

Fucking stress.

Like some sort of swooning Victorian maiden, but with all the swooning and none of the cocaine.

So.

Tim had written email to his friends and family, sent them off, and proceeded to completely detach from the world around him in his most well-kept secret bunker.

Tim knew himself, and if he maintained contact with anyone then he’d inevitably go back to working on cases and undoing the de-stressing he was attempting.

He hadn’t been sure if it would work, or if the stress of not being able to connect to the others or work on cases would make things worse, but it had. Unorthodox, yes, but it worked! He’d relaxed and caught up on sleep!

But fully rested, and also more than a little bored, he knew it was time to get back into the swing of things.

Mournfully, Tim bid his state-of-the-art bunker goodbye and started going through the multiple airlocks to get outside.

The absolute second he stepped out, though, the air rippled and Kon was immediately there.

Kon looked…disheveled.

His hair was a wreck, he only had one sleeve of his jacket on, and…were those tear tracks?

Why was Kon crying?

Fuck, had the zombie apocalypse started while he’d been away?

Tim held out his hands in a calming motion, not breaking eye contact.

“It’ll be okay Kon; we can figure out what the cure is for the Zombie Plague.” Tim didn’t actually know if he could figure it out, but he didn’t want Kon to freak out anymore than he already was.

Tim’s hands were pushed aside in favor of being swept into an all-consuming hug, and-yup. Kon absolutely was crying into his shoulder.

Tim was officially concerned.

“Is Bart okay? Is Cassie okay? Kon, who’s hurt, what happened-“

“You, Rob. You’re okay. Shut up, I’m having a moment.”

Tim was even more confused, but that was alright; his brain started working without him.

Kon was crying, and emphasizing that Tim was okay. Kon had not realized that Tim was fine, ergo Kon had not received the email Tim had sent out.

Then Tim’s brain went Tim Big Brain.

Normally, a misconception like that would have been cleared up right away by someone else with correct information. But it hadn’t been cleared up at all, and Kon was never quiet about trying to save someone.

Thus, no one had known any different to what Kon had believed. No one had known to correct the misconception that he had found himself immersed in.

Therefore, the emails had not been sent out.

…

The…emails had not been sent out.

Oh fuck him the emails had not been sent out and he went on his merry way to an unlisted bunker with soundproofing for six fucking months.

“You were supposed to receive an email,” Tim muttered, horrified, as his arms wrapped around Kon as well.

Kon snorted wetly.

“Well I didn’t, and neither did anyone else.”

“Yeah, I kinda get that now. I’m in…so much trouble.”

Kon nodded into Tim’s shoulder, smearing snot and tears into his shirt. Tim didn’t even complain.

He was too busy realizing just how badly he was in for it.

~~~~~~

Bruce could feel the conversation he was trying to have begin to turn into another fight.

Dick was insisting that Ra’s Al Ghul had to be the one who had taken Tim, and had roped Damian in on it.

The problem was that there was no real concrete evidence that Ra’s had taken Tim, and Bruce refused to let them move in without intel on, at the very minimum, where Tim could have been taken.

Dick, naturally, was not happy with that answer.

Bruce, of course, refused to lose any more of his children. Especially if it was something he could have easily prevented.

“Father, if Grandfather has Drake it is only a matter of time before irreparable damage is done. We must move quickly.”

Bruce shook his head, standing more firmly in front of his oldest and youngest.

Dick looked ready to explode.

“Get out of the way, Bruce. I’m getting Tim.” Dick’s stance was tense, and his words moreso.

Bruce had no doubt this would devolve into a physical confrontation if he did not ed-escalate.

He opened his mouth to do just that when, with a shrill beeping sound, Oracle chimed in.

“Uh, guys? I think I just found Tim.”

Bruce felt something inside of himself relax, and didn’t bother to stop Dick and Damian as they charged past him to crowd the Batcomputer.

“Oracle, report; where is he?” Was he safe? Did he need help?

“About that…”

“Babs please!” Dick begged, knuckles white from where he gripped the console.

“He’s currently outrunning the paparazzi and a literal mob of Gothamites with phones.”

Bruce…had no idea how to respond to that.

Neither did Dick, apparently.

“They’re all livestreaming, so like; tracking him isn’t an issue,” Oracle supplied, like that made things make more sense.

The screen blinked, and four separate video feeds from random Gothamites showed Tim running from them at different angles.

“…Agent A, I believe it’d be best for you to pick him up.”

All eyes were on Tim; it would be weird if Batman swooped down to retrieve him.

~~~~~~

When Tim had Kon drop him off, he had been expecting maybe a second look or two when he stepped out of that alley.

What Kon may have neglected to mention, however, was that the disappearance of Timothy Drake-Wayne was all anyone had been talking about for four months. There were a lot of theories, but the most prevalent happened to be the most gruesome.

Popular theory one; Bruce Wayne murdered Timothy Drake-Wayne in cold blood after Timothy made a decision with Wayne Enterprises that infuriated the man.

Popular theory two; Timothy Drake-Wayne was being held for ransom, and Bruce Wayne was refusing to pay it. Effectively, it was the same as theory one but with more steps.

Popular theory three; Timothy Drake-Wayne had been captured by Gotham’s underbelly and sold into human trafficking.

And the fourth most popular theory; Timothy Drake-Wayne was abducted by aliens.

So when Tim stepped out of that alley, it wasn’t to an occasional second glance.

It was to excited whispers and impromptu livestreaming.

Naturally, Tim bolted.

He’d outrun one mob, only to run into another one. His face was all over the internet, he knew, and there was no way Barbara hadn’t caught on.

He hadn’t been paying attention to where he was going, really, and made the worst mistake he could have made at that particular point in time.

He ran in front of Wayne Enterprises.

There were two guys, presumably talking about his disappearance. One was average height, the other was tall, and both were clearly not from Gotham.

He heard tiny snatches of their conversation as he got closer, pinned the California accents, and shoved past them with a half shouted apology.

“Well would’ja lookit that, Ryan; looks like it just solved itself!”

“How?!”

Tim let them fall into the background and used his new bearings to beeline for Crime Alley.

After all, only idiots would follow someone into Crime Alley.

Unfortunately, after twenty minutes Tim was forced to admit that the general populace of Gotham probably wasn’t on the scale of normal he had been depending on.

They had indeed followed him all the way into Crime Alley.

So he tried to lose them even harder.

He shoved between muggers and their victims, blew through obvious drug deals, and jumped over the tables hosting poker games so intense that the players were fingering their weapons.

Still, the crowd followed him.

Tim took three quick turns, prepared to take a fourth, and was snatched out of the street and into an old building.

The hold was meant for restraint, and Tim couldn’t break out of it without making a lot of noise, which he really didn’t want to do.

Plus, he recognized the arms latched around him and keeping him in place.

“Thanks Hood,” Tim whisper-panted.

The arms got tighter.

“Kid, do you have any idea how many ops I blew searching for you?”

Oh.

Oh no.

“Was absolutely convinced trafficker filth had gotten their hands on my kid brother,” Hood continued quietly, the mechanical rasp making his words deceptively collected, “So I went ahead and destroyed some of my only leads on the off chance that I’d find him.”

Tim felt himself start to break out in a cold sweat.

“So…you need help picking up your old trails?”

“’Help’ feels wrong. I’m owed it, Timmers.”

~~~~~~

‘Timothy Drake-Wayne Returns from the Dead!’

Tim thought that the newspapers were, quite possibly exaggerating just a little.

Just like his family was overreacting.

He was to wear at least four trackers at all times, he had to check in four times a day, he had to help Red Hood with picking back up the case load he’d all but set on fire in search of Tim, and he had to take Damian wherever their youngest wanted to go.

Apparently, the Little Demon had been so concerned that Ra’s Al Ghul had Tim that he’d started having nightmares.

And Tim wasn’t gonna lie, he felt beyond shitty for that. Well, that and everything else.

He’d also been forced to tell Bruce the location of every single one of his bunkers.

He’d sulk but…Tim also kind of felt like the worlds biggest asshole.

So.

He’d just…remember to actually hit send, not save, next time.

This is actually so cute and I need more of this, how would Talia’s family react? How would Bruce react since he’s known about Danny and his family situation for years? Literately have a scenario in my head where Talia brings Danny home with her brothers still there after a date,

*Talia holding Danny’s hand as they walk into the manner with drinks*

*Tim suspicious and confused* “uh- what do you have there Talia?” 🤨

*Talia sips drink still holding Danny’s hand* “a smoothie”

*Talia walks away with Danny to a separate room*

*Tim still confused* “…since when did Talia have a boyfriend?”

Fem!Damian (Talia) x Danny

I discovered that there is a canon female version of Damian Wayne, whose name is Talia Kane… and so I was hit by another Dead Serious idea. For this I’ll take a lot of creative liberties, so be warned, there will be some ooc-ness.

First of all, from the batfamily everyone stays the same except for Talia (fem!Damian), and I guess Laurel (canon female Jon) will also be here. And second, Danny will still be male too.

Now, the story; here is where things get a bit messy.

Danny, Jazz, Dan and Ellie come from another dimension. Danny was de aged in the last battle against the G.I.W. now with Jack and Maddie included, before this Dan had already been rehabilitated and with Ellie for some time had been living in Amity Park as distant relatives of Jack’s (Ellie was supposed to be Dan’s daughter). When shit hits the fan Dan and Ellie are the ones protecting Jazz and the now baby Danny, while Sam, Val and Tucker run away from the city along side the few survivors of the military attack that the government launched against Amity Park. Now there is only one way out of the city and is the portal in Fenton Works basement. Jazz, Dan, Ellie and baby Danny jump into it and from the inside Dan manages to destroy it, none of them knowing the destruction that blowing up the portal caused to Amity Park.

Dan takes his sisters and baby to Clockwork who explains to them that what happened to Danny cannot be reverted and that from now on they will have to rise him from scratch.

After checking which timeline was best for baby Danny to grow up, Clockwork finds out about an earth where ectoplasm in abundant despite its slightly cursed state, but nothing a healthy core cannot clean, so the ancient of time sends the four Fentons to Gotham city, the place with most ambient ecto in that world. Before sending them to that world, Clockwork gave them money from the royal vaults, so when Jazz, Dan, Ellie and baby Danny arrived to Gotham they could forge good quality fake papers and buy a small apartment in Old Gotham. They are now Jasmine Nightingale, her brother Dante, her little sister Elle and Jazz’s baby son, Danny (they might have used some ghost magic too). Constantine and Zatanna feel when they come into the realm and fearing an attack from the Infinite Realms they appear before the wounded family… Jazz tells them what happened and that please let them stay since they don’t have nowhere else to go, Batman of course appears right then and allows them to stay as long as they don’t cause any trouble and Constantine and Zatanna monitor them, Dan is not happy but after thinking about the safety of his family he accepts.

Danny grows up protected by the Metahuman Safety Acts, knowing that he is a half-a-ghost and in contact with the supernatural, been Frostbite his family doctor and primary medical caregiver, but his mom, uncle Dan, aunt Ellie, Connie and Zatanna always tell him to not tell anyone the specific kind of meta he is, for many do not believe in ghost or evil magic users could try to kidnap him and use him as a weapon. Danny doesn’t know he technically is the High King of the Infinite Realms, but he does know that he has ghost powers and Zatanna sometimes teaches him some magic. Jazz manages to finish college and becomes a Doctor at Arkham. Dan has a small bar in the corner between the City’s Hall District, Diamont District and Fashion District, nothing big or fancy but with good ambiance, descent food and really nice drinks. And Ellie, is an art student at Gotham U, she is on her third year and also works part time job at a cafeteria near campus. They also work as informants and consultants for the JLD, all of this without Danny knowing.

Many years go by and Danny meets Talia (fem!Damian) at Gotham Academy, everything is very shoujo manga like:

In the hole of one of the many trees that surround the campus a fourteen years old Talia Wayne finds a female cat that had recently given birth a to a batch of four kittens. Since she had already taken a family of possums to the manor that week, she couldn’t risk take the family of felines there in fear of both getting scolded by Alfred and been benched by her father, so she had taken to care for the felines until the kitties grown up a bit to be moved to a shelter, it would only be a couple more days until she found the perfect shelter for the animals. Two days pass and the third day of Talia taking some food to the feline family a voice from above her says:

“Huh, so it was you who has been giving them food.”

Talia reacts by throwing sharp pencils to the stranger on the branches, how come she didn’t realize someone was there already?

“Ancients woman, chill!” Exclaims the black-haired boy who has successfully dodged Talia’s improvised projectiles.

“Who are you?” Talia coldly questions.

“Easy there, I come in peace.” He says and then jumps down the tree branches. “I’m Danny Nightingale, from the science program. You’re Talia Wayne, right? You’re quite infamous in the whole school.”

“You better not be trying to harm these defenseless creatures, Nightingale.” Talia seethes.

“What?! No! I would never! Also, defenseless? I can show the scratches on my arm if you want.” He jokes. “I was just about to move them away. Yesterday I asked my mom if I could take them home and she said yes, so I was gonna take them and hide them in my locker for a bit until it was time to go.”

“Was it you who gave them the hoodie?” Talia inquires as she remembers the Martian Manhunter hoodie she found with the family not so long ago.

“Yeah.” He smiles, Talia manages to catch a glimpse of fangs.

“And does your home cover the necessities of the family?”

“Oh, yes. Yesterday my aunt and I went to buy all we would need for them; we even asked a vet and everything.”

“I see.” Talia says a little sad, she really wanted to take the cats herself, but if Nightingale already had everything necessary…

“Uhm… would you like to help me move them to my locker? And I can show you pictures of what I got and you could tell me if I’m missing something?” Danny suggests her, she clearly did not want to part from the cats.

“That sounds adequate.”

And that is how Danny and Talia met each other. Later that same day they exchanged phone numbers.

At first Danny only send pictures of the cats (he named the mom Asteria, and the four kittens were Orion, Andromeda, Cosmos and Nebula) and Talia send pictures of her own pets and other animal rescues. Soon Danny joined her in volunteering at shelters and rescuing animals from the streets. Talia learned that Danny was quite the activist and had a whole ecological program for the future of Gotham, it was actually this project that got him not only the scholarship into the school but also the attention of both Lucius Fox and Timothy (Tim doesn’t know what Bruce knows about Danny… yet). Talia learns of Danny’s love for space and his hopes of one day work at the JL’s Watchtower in space, the more she learns about him the more she falls for him.

Danny also falls for Talia. He falls for her love for animals, for her fierce demeanor and no-nonsense attitude, for her rightful and just nature, at school they call her the Ice Queen but Danny learns that Talia has a warm smile, a warmer heart and the sweetest of souls, so one day he arms himself with all the bravery he could muster and asks her out.

“You… you’re asking me… on a date?” Talia cannot believe her ears.

“I mean… if you want… you can say no! I just… I think you’re pretty and cool and I thought that maybe…”

“You think I’m pretty?” And Talia hates the incredulity she is feeling. She knows she is pretty, she is the blood daughter of both Talia Al Ghul and Bruce Wayne, of course she is pretty, beautiful even. Many have told her so, but when Danny says it, she cannot help the giddiness her heart feels.

“I-Yeah.” Danny admits, his cheeks tomato red and his eye-blue eyes looking at the floor. “You are the prettiest person I’ve ever met.”

Talia’s smile is shy as she too looks at the floor too.

“So, do you w-wanna?” Danny asks her again, the boy all nerves and uncertainty. He is risking a lot in here, who knows if Talia still would want to be his friend after this!

But then! Then Talia takes his hand and with the sweetest smile she tells him. “Yes, Daniel. I do want to go on a date with you.”

Womp womp

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