Danny, After Running Away Moving To Gotham A Few Months Ago Begins Making Little Commentary Videos On

Billy is NEVER beating the dead wife alagations - basically, the Justice League and young justice have a small party to commemorate new members joining, including Miss Marvel and Marvel Jr!

*The party had been going on for a while, people asking questions to new recruits and talking with friends. The Marvel kids were off to the side*

Hal: Miss Marvel and Jr! So good to see you, Me and Barry were wondering, how does your mom feel about the whole, you know - you two doing hero work?

Miss Marvel: *misunderstands and thinks they mean her and Captain Marvel* Oh! Uh, I'm sorry, our mom died before we started on our hero work

Barry: I'm so sorry we asked!

Miss Marvel: it's fine! I really don't mind!

*awkward silence fills the air*

Hal: *coughs* So um.. how did she die-

Barry: Hal, what is wrong with you!

Miss Marvel: Ah- She was, well killed on an archeological dig.. *looks away*

Hal: I'm sorry for asking geez- wait. What do you mean killed?

Miss Marvel: Oh, yeah, her, assistant or something.. um, I forgot his name..

Marvel Jr.: *looks up from his cup* Adam, something I think.

Hal an Barry internally: (Adam.. Adam.. that sounds familiar..? ... BLACK ADAM??? DID BLACK ADAM KILL MARVELS WIFE??)

Barry: Well, I think I heard Superman call our names, so we need to go. I'll see you later, kids! *grabs Hal by the arm speed walking away*

*the justice league rumor Mill ran its course, and the next week, Black Adam was jumped multiple times*

Damian Wayne vs the World

Sixteen year old Damian Wayne is on the hunt for a younger sibling. Being more discerning than Bruce 'child collector' Wayne, Damian's firm criteria for Batman's latest adoption problem includes but is not limited to: black haired, blue-eyed, tolerable humor, not evil, and most importantly - younger than Damian.

Lucky for him, fourteen year old newbie vigilante Danny Fenton is the perfect fit. Now, to fulfill his end of their deal, Damian must defeat the evil government organization hunting Danny in order to gain a baby brother.

Or, @livinghalfway your post made my brain go !! but in such a different way I figured it was better to make a separate post, hope you don't mind/enjoy still

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Damian Wayne re-entered Tim Drake's life like a gnat revealing itself in a closed bedroom space. Tim was in t-shirt and a boxers, maneuvering ramen into his mouth with one hand and scribbling out an epiphany on a murder case with another, when Damian's demonic dulcet voice echoed down from the ceiling. "Drake," said Damian, judgemental, "You live like this?"

Tim nearly choked on his ramen, because the day Damian doesn't attempt to murder him - however doubtfully accidental this incident might be - is the day Darkseid decides to be friends with the Justice League. "Fucking knock," Tim coughed out. "And get out. No one invited you in."

"Put better traps if you don't want me here," said Damian, dropping from the ceiling where he'd crawled in on wall-clamps.

"This is my apartment," said Tim. "It's called courtesy."

Damian sniffed. He padded around to Tim's desk and frowns at his cases, then said, with no further lead up, "I need your assistance."

"No," said Tim.

"You did not even listen to my request."

"Don't need to," said Tim. "Answer's still no. Door is that way. Bye."

"Father says mutually assisting each other is beneficial," said Damian.

"Father," said Tim sarcastically, "blamed me for you exploding a glitter bomb in the batcave two weeks ago."

"That is your fault for not being able to provide evidence to the contrary in an appropriately efficient manner," said Damian. He squinted down at Tim. "And he apologized. Eventually."

"I would not have glittered the batcomputer," said Tim. "Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it is to backup those servers? No, because you don't like tech work, you just profit off it."

"Blaming me for Father's mistake," said Damian, "Most mature of you. But we must put our differences aside. I have selected a new family member and I need you to dismantle a government organization."

That drew Tim up short. He blinked down at his ramen as though it might explain Damian's words to him, but the ramen remained disappointingly uninformative. "Repeat that," said Tim, gesturing with his chopsticks. "Slower, and with more detail."

Damian pulled out his phone and sent him an email. Silence surrounded them in the brief moment it took Tim to set aside his chopsticks and open the email. The subject line was titled 'New Baby Brother', which birthed all sorts of horrifying nightmares of Damian Part 2: Demon Child Boogaloo. The teen in the inserted picture, however, was reassuringly not in possession of Damian's bone structure.

He did have black hair and blue eyes. "Who am I looking at?" asked Tim.

"Daniel Fenton," said Damian. "He is fourteen years old, enjoys puns, and has recently awakened 'ghost powers' that allow him to transform into the vigilante Phantom to fight other ghosts."

"Is he also an orphan with a tragic backstory?"

"No," said Damian, and Tim relaxed. "But that will not be an issue. We can share custody if they cannot be removed from the picture."

"Jesus H, kid."

"I am joking, of course," said Damian blandly. "Murder is wrong."

"Ha ha," said Tim. "If he has parents already he's not joining our menagerie."

"He will," said Damian, with a smug upwards tilt of his lips. "He and I have a deal."

"So you're coercing him in addition to stalking him. Anything else you want to share with the class?"

Damian considered this query with a serious frown, which was how Tim knew this was not a flight of fancy or a very early midlife crisis (although with their lifestyle and Damian already having died before...).

"He has," said Damian after a moment, "a rogue that calls himself 'The Master of all Technology' and is a technopath." This was clearly meant to be of interest to Tim, and not to be a stereotype, but it kind of was.

"Great." Tim turned his attention back to the email the demon child sent him. He scanned through it quickly. There was apparently a secret and evil government organization dedicated to the investigation and extermination of 'ghosts' and other paranormal creatures in the world. Their latest efforts were focused on the town of Amity Park, Illinois, which was 'infested with ectoplasmic pests'. Their words, not Damian's. (It was specified in the email.)

"Okay," Tim drummed his fingers against his desk. "Before I help you defeat this secret evil government organization so that," he opened the email attachment with a contract on it and squinted at the legalese, "this poor newbie teen you've harassed into signing this joins the family in exchange."

"I did not harass him," Damian huffed. "It was a gentleman's agreement."

"Does he know that?"

"I am not a politician, Drake. I thoroughly explained the terms and legalities before presenting any contract. Now ask your question."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because," said Damian, tone implying 'you are stupid and haven't noticed something obvious, idiot'. "Father has begun saying he misses the noise around the manor and looking wistfully at old pictures."

"We still live there though?" said Tim. Damian looked flatly at him. "Sometimes."

"If you lived there frequently enough," said Damian, "you would already know Father is having...empty nest syndrome." Damian sounded disgusted. "I refuse to tolerate whatever inadequate and incompetent child he will find."

"So instead you found an incompetent and inadequate child for him?"

"Don't be stupid, Drake," said Damian. "I would not have chosen someone inadequate. Daniel is merely lacking formal training. Father can rectify this. It will keep him occupied for at least the next two to four years, which gives me enough time to find another black-haired, blue-eyed, tolerable child I approve of to be his successor and my second younger sibling." Damian paused. "Or until one of you procreates and gives him a grandchild."

"You're really serious about this," Tim whispered in horrified awe.

"I am serious about everything I do," said Damian. "Now, you will help me defeat this evil government organization so that our new sibling joins us."

"Okay," said Tim, but his mind snagged on a minor, throwaway detail, so utterly in odds with Damian 'Demonic Jealous Child' Al Ghul it surely came from another person - "Did you just call this kid your successor?"

So I love when Danny eats odd things in front of others. Like kryptonite or the one time he ate a blouse glow and spit out the core cause it got too fat and the blob ghost was a happy little guy afterwards but anyways..

I had this thought while neglecting sleep

Lex Luther points are kryptonite dagger or whatever at Danny thinking that he’s found Superman son is about to threaten Superman with his life. Superman is obviously tense and feels slightly guilty at being relieved that that is not his son, but he is gonna do everything he can to save the boy.

While this intense monologue is happening Danny just like “this knife smells really good” and just crunches into it. Big bites, leaving Lex Luther and Superman stunned.

Danny,“You got any more of this egg man?”

Lex Luther stop computing, staring at Danny eating the kryptonite in his hands like he handed him a chocolate bar.

SVSSS AU where there is a system error when transmigrating Shen Yuan, so instead of being Shen Qingqiu, he's just a random NPC, but Shen Qingqiu still suffers from a qi deviation and does actually lose his memories. Shen Yuan, who looks like Shen Qingqiu due to the botched transmigration, decides to take advantage of the memory loss and goes to Cang Qiong and claims to be Shen Qingqiu's long lost brother. Yue Qingyuan is sceptical, but all the other Peak Lords believe him and allow him to stay with Shen Qingqiu. Shen Yuan eventually gets him to agree to allow Shen Yuan to look after his disciples and he starts by making Luo Binghe's life less miserable.

Shen Qingqiu does eventually regain his memories, but he never calls Shen Yuan on his bullshit, in fact, he plays along and acts like he's been looking for Shen Yuan for years. He even tells Yue Qingyuan that Shen Yuan is an actual brother and that he could fuck off with his accusations.

Shen Yuan believes that he was able to trick Shen Qingqiu, but in reality Shen Qingqiu is lonely and likes having Shen Yuan as company, plus he no longer needs to train the disciples which was a job that he hated

He still doesn't like Luo Binghe, especially now that he takes a lot of Shen Yuan's attention, but Shen Yuan likes the beast so he doesn't do anything about it

(years down the line the Abyss arc still had to happen, but when Luo Binghe returns it's not to kill Shen Qingqiu, but to fight him for custody of Shen Yuan)

Moving in

Jason woke up hearing a bang. It wasn't a gunshot, it was more of something that fell.

He took a moment to look around his room before realizing it wasn't from his apartment, it was from outside. He heard another then the sound of arguing started out.

He threw on a shirt and went to the door.  He opened the door just a little and found who was making the noise.

It was a man and a woman arguing. They looked like siblings, they could be twins. The two of them had Wavy black hair. The woman had blue eyes, that seemed to shimmer with mischief ; while the Man had red.

The door was opened. it looked like they were moving boxes, which would explain the noise.

”hey everything good out here” Jason said to make his presence known.

They both turn to look at Jason.

” Yeah sorry about that, this dweeb is moving in” the woman said as she motioned to the man beside her.

”Do you need any help?” Jason questioned ”I’m Jason by the way" He opened the door all the way and moved towards them.

”Dan and the menace is Dani.” Dan said motioning to the her. “ And Thanks for the offer, the Gremlins decided that she can no longer move boxes” Dan said as he glared at what Jason assumed was his sister.

" What are you talking about? I'm totally helping.” Dani crossed her arms and glared at the man.

” you keep almost dropping the boxes on my feet” Dan pointed to them box beside his foot

” that's on purpose” Dani teased

Thomas: Son, I have a dark family secret I have to share with you.

Bruce nodding: I'm adopted

Thomas: That's not it.

Bruce nodding: I'm actually the biological son of Alfred and Mother, but you raised me as your own anyway.

Thomas: No

Bruce side eyeing him: You stole me from a park when I was little.

Thomas: No! Geez, you think I would pick you out of all the park kids?

Bruce: Hurtful but fair. What's the secert then?

Thomas: We stole your bother Danny from a park when he was little.

Bruce: No! Not little Danny! He likes the stars father! He was innocent!

Thomas: I know! But I couldn't stop Martha or Alfred! Oh my dear son, I have lived with shame for years! I can take it no longer!

Bruce: You must turn yourself in father. Face justice for what you've done!

Danny standing three feet away: I'm was kidnapped?

Martha: Meh, you fell through a glowing portal of death, and when everyone ran away screaming, Alfred and I just scooped you up and took you home. Thomas doesn't believe us about the portal, though, and has been trying to find your birth family for years.

Danny: Is that why he keeps asking for me to do DNA tests?

Alfred: Yes. Master Thomas fancies himself a detective.

Martha: What's so unbelievable about a glowing white-haired teenager falling from a swirling portal of death and shrinking into a few months old human baby due to his terrible injures? Storks bring babies all the time!

Alfred: I just think Master Thomas isn't as well traveled as he should be. I've seen the same protal at least five times back in London.

Surprise! Your brother is alive!

While Tim was working with the Ra's and the League of Assassins he learned that Damian had a twin that went missing a few years before Damian came to Gotham. This is information he took a mental note of for later as he was more concerned with find Bruce at the time.

It's something he honestly forgets about though, and it isn't until months had passed after the time stream incident that he even recounted it. When he does Tim decides that maybe finding out what happened to Damian's twin would help mend their own relationship.

Thinking that maybe the reason Damian is so angry is because he never got to properly bury his, at the time, assumed dead brother. Only Tim doesn't find something that needs to be buried; he finds Danny Fenton.

Now Tim knows that he should probably go and inform Damian and Bruce that their brother and son respectively is alive. But that would ruin the surprise reveal he was already planning out in his head so he doesn't do that. Instead, Tim travels to Amity Park with one goal in mind: Convince Danny to come back to Gotham with him.

[Group Chat: Batfam Surveillance]

Red Robin: There's a new meta in Gotham. Looks like a ghost.

Nightwing: A ghost? Are we talking actual ghost or just someone who really needs to hydrate?

Red Robin: Actual ghost. He's glowing. I'm running scans now.

Batman: Keep him under observation. Gotham doesn't need more problems.

Robin: I can handle him. He's probably just another foolish vigilante.

Signal: He's flying. I just saw him phase through a building. Pretty sure he's not a "foolish vigilante."

Oracle: I'm pulling satellite footage… okay, weird. He's fighting something. A… green blob?

Red Hood: Blob? Like Clayface's cousin?

Red Robin: Nope. That's ectoplasm. 100% ghost confirmed.

[Danny Phantom has joined the chat]

Danny: Uh, hi? Could you not stalk me? I'm just here for the blob.

Red Robin: … How did you get in this chat?

Danny: Hacker friend. Don't worry, I'll leave. Nice to meet you guys! Also, tell your caped guy to stop brooding on the rooftops; it's creepy.

Batman: …

[Danny Phantom has left the chat]

Red Hood: I like him.

There's singing in the Wayne Manor, echoing through the halls and swirling through pillars like a choir in a cathedral. Like a bird amongst the trees.

Faint as it is from the foyer, Bruce has to strain his ears to make out the lyrics, but it is, without a doubt, singing.

He is very, very careful to slip his shoes off without making a sound. Takes extra care to not let the door slam behind him, lest he interrupt the song floating through the house and alert the source of his arrival.

Alfred has never sung in the years Bruce has known him. Not when he was a child, not as a teenager, and not now as an adult. He will play music at times -- when he's cleaning, or cooking, or doing something that doesn't require is upmost attention -- but he doesn't sing.

Besides, even if Alfred did decide to change his tune about his tunes, the voice singing like a bird up on a line is too high and young to belong to him.

So it must be Danny instead.

The door closes behind him without so much as a click, and he creeps down the hall towards the source. Naturally the closer he gets, the louder the singing becomes, and the louder it becomes, the less sure Bruce is that Danny is singing an actual song. The sound shapes the air in what he thinks may be a language -- and if it is, it's one he's unfamiliar with. It comes as a surprise to him.

He's learned many languages on his travels to become Batman, he could write entire books in a dozen different ones. He's learned languages that have nearly been lost to time and have rarely seen the written word -- and yet this, whatever the sound spilling from Danny's mouth is. He doesn't know it.

Danny's full of surprises, he's learning. A clear pond with a bottom deeper than it looks. Bruce is trying to reach that bottom.

Alfred is already there as well when Bruce finds the room Danny's in, his back to the wall and his hands resting against his cane calmly. His eyes turn to him easily, Bruce doesn't dare speak.

He does, however, dare to peek around the corner and peer into the room Danny's in -- just for a moment. Just long enough to check on him. There's been a handful of times where he's accidentally startled the boy without meaning to, and the times he hasn't, Danny's revealed to have whip sharp senses, head snapping up if he even so much as catches Bruce in his peripherals.

He's laying on the ground. Again. Feet propped up on the cushions of the sofa like he's sitting sideways.

("S'comfortable," he tells Bruce when asked, "helps me think.")

His eyes are closed, an arm thrown over his forehead, the other resting across his stomach with his cane. He's stolen one of Bruce's shirts again. He's still singing, Bruce would dare call it vocalizing, simple as that, but it sounds too much like he's trying to speak for him to suggest otherwise.

Slow and sleepy, Danny sings like he's trying to turn his voice into a flute and an old lullaby. It sinks molasses slow and mud-thick through the meat of Bruce's arms to twine around the bone, soaking into the marrow, and he sings like he's trying to wrap ribbon-thread music around Bruce's ribs like a garland.

Music is, of course, supposed to speak to you. Bruce has heard that enough times to repeat it deaf. This though, feels like Danny's trying to speak and it just happens to come out music. Vowels and consonants forming lazy like the slow pull of a river, its current meandering with the pace of a ticking clock.

Bruce once heard Alicia Walker call Danny "songbird" through the phone during one of their weekly talks, he sees why that is now.

He swears though, that Danny is trying to speak a language Bruce can't understand. The phonetics too deliberate to be otherwise, words trying to take shape that just aren't quite right. He knows, the same way he knows someone is watching him by the rise of the hair on his neck.

Danny's eyes are closed, so Bruce lets himself slip out fully from behind the wall, and leans against the doorframe. Just to listen, and decipher what it is that Danny's trying to say.

Safe to say, he doesn't figure it out when Danny finally stops. He's sure that his voice has thoroughly sunken into the stones of the manor, and the only way Bruce could get it out is if he wrung it out. He will not.

"I've never heard that language before." He says quietly, before the air can fully settle and the thick melody thins.

He can feel Alfred's eyes burning holes into his temple as Danny full body flinches and jerks like a fish out of water. Ah, whoops.

Danny's head whips around to him with a wide blown look. Hair falls over his face, messy from the rug and curling around the ends. "Uh--I--" he stammers, Bruce waits for him to find his tongue, "I- uh-- I'd be, uh, surprised if you did."

Bruce pushes himself off the frame, lets his arms drop to his sides. "What was it?"

Danny turns his gaze to the rug, ducks his head as his shoulders curl up. Bruce recognizes the response, it reminds him of a turtle retreating into its shell, or a clam trying to hide.

"Just, just something I learned as a kid."

Please let me do my job

Danny somehow manages to get a job working as a server during a gala event. The uniform sucks, but he wasn’t about to complain when he was desperate for any job right now. He had to flee from Amity after his parents discovered that he was Phantom with almost nothing, but the clothes on his back. So the uniform was definitely worth it with how much he was getting paid. 

What wasn’t worth it though was the amount of rich fruitloops that have approached him. Everytime he turned around someone was there and wanted to ask him questions. Asking things like why he was dressed as a server, and calling him by the name of Tim. It wasn't hard to figure out that everyone thought he was Tim Drake-Wayne. 

He knows that the Waynes are known for black hair and blue eyes, but for him to be getting this much attention for it is just getting ridiculous at this point. Danny would have just brushed it under the rug as it being a rich people are just weird thing. If it hadn’t been for the fact that Dick Grayson, the oldest Wayne child, had grabbed him coming out of the kitchen and into a secluded area. 

“Tim, what are you doing; why are you dressed as a server? Everyone here knows your face, now is not the time to be going undercover!” Dick whispers while looking for anyone that might be watching them. “Go change back into your normal clothes. Well talk about whatever this is back in the cave ok?” 

The fact that Tim Drake goes undercover was probably not something Danny was supposed to know. Also, did he say cave? As in the Bat-Cave? A rock settles in Danny stomach as he realizes that the Wayne's are the bats. Which is definitely not something he should know.

Before Danny can think of anything to say that will get him out of this situation without any problems a voice is already calling out, "Dick! What are you doing back here?"

The owner of the voice is of course none other than Tim Drake himself. This wasn’t going to end well Danny thought to himself as he watch Dick looked between himself and Tim.

How did this become his life.