Danny Has Bat-wings

Dc x Dp

Danny is no stranger to time travel. He's also no stranger to fixing the time stream. Well, some magically inclined villain somehow figured out Red Robin's identity and went back in time to when he was in fifth grade to get close enough to kill him. This violates the timeline, so Clockwork sends Danny back in time and at least two weeks earlier and even deages Danny so he can befriend and save Tim from a death that wasn't supposed to happen.

Danny could immediately recognize him.

He was tiny and thin, with an adorable bowl cut hairstyle and he had the brightest, most curious soul in the room. It was just as bright as the other Robins that Danny had seen within the time streams that Clockwork had tried blocking from his vision.

It didn’t really matter much.

Timothy Jackson Drake was in danger.

Danny immediately ran to his side, inwardly cursing his tiny legs as he skidded to a halt beside Tim.

“Hello!” He said cheerfully.

Tim started, staring at him with big, wide doe eyes. “Hello?” He responded back.

Danny took his hand, ignoring the way Tim’s eyes went even wider. Before he could say a proper sentence, he screamed, “Duck!” And tugged Tim downwards, where a magic spell flew over their heads. It landed on the ground in an explosion of pink fire and smoke.

Tim screamed.

Danny turned to glare at the mage that was hunting down Red Robin, who laughed when he saw him.

“How cute, Phantom! You came here to save him? Well, you’re too late!” And he prepared another spell with a cackling leer.

Danny tugged on Tim’s hand. “C’mon! Let’s run!”

Tim abandoned his backpack and they both started running.

However, they found themselves outmatched by the mage. Their short legs could only do so much and Tim hadn’t trained his endurance like when he was a hero, not to mention that Danny’s stamina and endurance as a human was even worse!

“Screw this!” Danny hissed before he turned ghost the moment the crazy mage lost sight of them. He grabbed onto Tim, turning invisible before swiftly flying off. Danny dropped them both on a roof some distance away in the opposite direction, hoping to mislead the villain.

Tim stared at him with stars in his eyes. Danny patted his head absentmindedly. He was so handsome and charming in the future that it was a bit of a shock to see him so adorable now.

“Are you… a hero?” Tim whispered, sounding awed.

Danny blinked at him before he grinned. “Yep!”

“Cool!” Tim squealed. “Are you new to Gotham? Are you like Robin? I love Robin! He’s the best! You must be one of Batman’s new sidekicks! You’re so small, like me! Why did you save me? Who was that chasing us? Who—”

“Kid, shush!” Danny said, his brain spinning from the rapid fire questions.

Tim obediently shut his mouth, looking at him with bright eyes and a wide smile. Danny patted his head again, ignoring Tim’s confused expression before he said, “Okay, listen up, Timmy. You’re the target of that crazy guy and here’s my plan on how to get rid of him…”

It wasn’t really advisable to let a fifth grader help him on hero plans. But well, Red Robin wouldn’t mind too much if Danny gave him a happy memory of his childhood, would he?

Danny had everything handled! He would definitely be able to save Tim!

(I have garnered enough self-confidence where I can put my weird ideas in a post without dying in a hole with self-doubt)

A Coffee Heart

Danny's a heavy coffee drinker and he has his reasons. Ever since the half-fatal accident at 14 his heart beats at a very slow rate like 32 beats per minute type of slow

He fell asleep in class and didn't wake up automatically to a pencil dropping once (he fought six big ghost attacks in a span of 3 hours that day give him a break) he nearly caused Mr lancer a heart attack it took 10 minutes to convince him to not call the hospital.

Ever since that day he's been drinking coffee with enough caffeine in it to kill a horse, both for the energy when ghost fighting and faster heart rate.

His parents decided that they needed to take an emergency trip to Gotham to get rid of its ' Shadow mimicking human mocking echo scum ' which was apparently Batman & Co. . . .

3 days, a shit ton of research, 37 cups of 'I am living human' coffee, more research (not batfam related) and a 253 slideshow presentation that I lovingly called Gothampedia. I managed to convince them that the furry vigilantes aren't ghost ( they don't believe that humans can do the things that the bats do, so there metas) and that Gotham has many many more dangers then ghost doing its thing there

It worked. . . .sort of

" why are we packing again I thought the Gothampedia was enough"

"oh sweetheart it was" mom says she heaves a large trunk (most likely goes weapons/technology) inside the GAV " the meta vigilantes may not be the ghost haunting gotham but it is certainly haunted, the dark and dreary weight over the city must be nothing else."

Dad comes over with a mouthful of fudge swallowing " your mother is right Danny-O, Gotham needs our help and what better help is there than the Fenton's! plus with how informative your slides was,"you were barely awake for the majority of it "you know the ins and out of the place so we don't need to worry."

The probability of Ghosts aren't the problem here, it's the fact that you dress in the neon hazmat suits carrying around bulking handmade weapons that will put you on Batman's watchlist faster than you can say Going Ghost! Gotham has plenty of mad scientists you don't need to mingle with them!!

After trying and failing to get them the least postpone this adventure he looked on with Dread

There's no way to get out of this isn't there. . . .

Maybe Gotham has less restrictions on the amount of caffeine I can get in coffee.

Damian found a Creetur.

Poor Danny is very confused and scared, everyone is so much bigger than him and he doesn't know why.

Sequel to this post

Hollowing Bones Prequel Bit

Aka: Danny is not a necromancer, he swears.

The small skull clattered as it tumbled across the scattering of stone. The toe of his boot must have caught it as he walked through the secluded jungle. The rest of the skeleton, long decayed of any flesh, half peaked out of mud.

Danny crouched, cradling the skull in his hand. It was so small in the curl his palm, nestled there as it stared up at him with hollow eyes.

It watched him.

Danny scoffed, closing his fingers over the skull. ‘Necromancer’ they called him, spat at him. Usually the word came with color additions and none of them favorable. Sometimes, sometimes, it was Psychopomp or Speaker instead. But if he pissed other occult people off (which, to be fair, he did a lot), it was ‘evil necromancer’. It made Danny want to crush the tiny skull cradled in his hand.

He wouldn’t, of course he wouldn’t. It was this little one’s fault. He twisted towards the rest of the skeleton, brushing away the leaves and muck. It was a lizard of some sort— gecko maybe? It was hardly longer than his hand, tail and all.

Gently, Danny placed the skull back down in it’s resting place.

He couldn’t actually be a necromancer, could he? Sure, death magic sung at his fingertips He could feel it even now, humming under the skin and scars and tattoos of his left hand. His fingers twitched and green shimmered between the digits like a hand held aurora.

He could try.

He’d know if he tried. He’d know what he really was now.

(How much of a monster he’d become.)

Danny tilted his head, listening for any sounds of people around. Not that there would be. Danny came here specifically to get away from people. He may have not had Constantine’s talent with portals, but with enough time to set up, he could go anywhere in the world. (Just not back to where he really wanted to be.)

Bird songs and wind rustled leaves were all that answered him.

The tiny skull stared up at him from the rich brown earth.

It was easy to imagine the life the little lizard must have had, here in the jungle that was teaming with life. He could picture the lizard— gecko. Bright green like the others Danny had spotted on his walk. He could picture it scurrying up the side of trees and hiding under leaves. They would have stalk bugs and beetles slowly and carefully with their tiny blue feet. They would have drank from water pooled in a leaf as the world around them was dripped in rain. They would have feasted on fallen, fermented fruit on the forest floor.

They would have lived.

A gasp— soft, fragile, full of life— spilled from Danny’s lips as a sensation ripped down his arm. He doubled over at it, bending just enough that his fingers and the auroras that clung to the tips brushed over the tiny skull.

Danny came too staring up at a forest canopy lit golden with sunset. Everything hurt. Pinpricks of pain shot down his arm, along his Lichtenberg scars. Something was crawling on his left hand.

Slowly, hesitantly, Danny raised his arm.

Laying over it was the gecko skeleton.

The little skull tilted— looked at him with eyes that weren’t there.

The skull was moving all on it’s own.

Danny giggled, a small, hysterics tinged laugh.

Guess they were right.

He was a necromancer.

Well, fuck.

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AN: Since you all had such a positive reaction to the post about Squiggles, meet the (re)birth of the little dear!

Danny is having a real time of it.

This is a bit of a prequel for Hollowing Bones (snippet 1 and snippet 2), so part of the Salt in the Bones AU that @mokulule and I are doing together. Or the "Danny is totally not a necromancer, back off Constantine" AU. (Endgame dead on main.) This was supposed to be part of a fic about Danny's tattoos, but Squiggles might get their own little fic at this rate to explain where they came from!

Tag list ye be warned, this is one I'll be sharing bits of entirely out of order as I'm just working on it around other stuff. LBFD and Shadow of a Bat are still priority. And Specter of Starlight will prob come before this series too- at least befor the Big Part. If that might bother you/you want to read it in order and want off the list or on the tag list when it goes love in ao3, just let me know!

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Dpxdc prompt #4!!:

AU WHERE:

Dick grayson sees Danny in an alley late at night when he’s patrolling and fully believes it’s Jason.

Dick as nightwing: “Little wing..?”

Danny looks up from the trashcan he was riffling in looking for spare parts behind a bestbuy: “..wha-“

Dick, tackling Danny in a giant hug: “I- I thought you were- oh Jason!”

Danny just accepts this bc as the ghost king he sometimes has the tendency to look like other ghosts..: “Oh- uh.. there, there..?”

Dick eventually figures out that Danny isn’t Jason when he tries to take him to the manor, and Danny has to awkwardly fess up that he’s not actually Nightwings dead younger brother, but he might be able to find jason’s soul, being the king of the infinite realms and all.

Danny and Dick go on a crazy adventure looking for Jason.

72 Hours Au posts

The Master Post

72 hours:

During a battle with the rest of the league, John Constantine has been accidentally sent into the palace of Pariah Dark, Tyrant of the Dead, and Bane of the Living.

Danny just wanted to have a simple spa day.

Part one, Part two(to be written).

Information broker Danny

Bad Fenton parents reveal but instead of the usual Trope of going to Gotham he goes to Bludhaven just a few months before Nightwings first appearance.

Danny accidentally stumbles into information breaking mostly because he's Gathering all of his information himself by accidentally stumbling into back alley deals, he is not supposed to find and then turning intangible so he doesn't get shot at.

Danny isn't really Nightwings priority when he first gets there and he definitely uses his services as he's cut off from his main source of information.

The two of them end up having a very good relationship as the two of them are bouncing quips off of one another by their second meeting. Danny brings out the side that is mostly tucked away at the time from Nightwing as he is still in his angsty just left home phase.

Nightwing doesn't tell the bat family about Danny originally because he is estranged but eventually it becomes Danny being only his team. Gotham has all of the bat family and Nightwing has Danny. It will take years before anyone meets Danny.

Part 7: Work Day

Part 7 is finallly here!! thank you so much for you patience and all the love and support during this month

plus an extra thanks to @xmaruu11 not only for being there for me but for doing the flat colours for the comic!!

PREV // MASTERPOST // NEXT

Extra: the interview of cuteguy by reporter pearl!

Sometimes.

Just sometimes.

Bruce, tired father of too many children, wished for a small break.

Just a tiny one.

He pinched his nose, cowl covering his head and expression and glared.

"I can't believe you snitched on me!" Billy batson, freshly revealed teen and sitting on his usual spot during meetings, hisses.

"If I have to get parented, so do you!" Danny fenton, also freshly revealed teenager, glared right back.

"Boys." Both their attention snapped to wonder woman, still tense and warry.

"Do you two have adult supervision, at least." Batman asks, feeling slightly more drained than before, he can feel Nightwing's stare at the back of his head, coming closer.

"Do the voices count?" Danny asks, to which Billy nodded. "Yeah, do they? Zeus has strong opinions, and many kids. He probably can parent, somewhat."

They shrugged both, like they hadn't just opened another whole can of questions.

"Wait!" Danny snapped his fingers, "what about clocky? He sends us on time missions, has his own lair, and lets us hang around. That counts? Right?"

The other teen nods in agreement.

(Knowing both are black haired and blue-eyed teens, he already knows Dick will never let him live this down. Deceived by children, for YEARS.)

(So much for being the greatest detective.)

(The text he sent to Alfred is between him and his butler dad.)

"Or—"

In the end, the two agreed reluctantly to stay around for a while. The Kents, the Allens, Diana, and the Waynes have opened up their homes to house them permanently.

Much their amusement, they declared, that to make no one jealous, they'd switch homes every other week or so.

That alone smelled like chaos.

Whatever, it was Diana's first week.

(And if the house of mysteries appeared in front of them sometimes, that's also between them and a very suffering John constantine.)

.・゜-: ✧ :-

A continuation

Damian: *walks by Tim's room*

Damian: *goes in*

Tim:

Damian: *knocks stuff off the dresser*

Damian: *turns off the lights*

Damian: *leaves the door open*