I Have An Idea For A Merlin Fic But Life Is Chaos So I Cannot Write It:

Okay usually I don't post headcanons or ficlets about dp x dc (only art lol) but I read one of many a fic where Danny was Bruce's bio son (I think in that fic he was the kid of him and Selina but they thought he died or smth) and like, there's so much good stuff out there for it even though I prefer the adoption route myself but it got me thinking.

Bruce and Danny meeting and finding out they're father and son and Bruce just...

Absolutely denies it. Full stop. Ignores the glaringly obvious evidence and doesn't want to talk to Danny, holes up in his office or the cave to find evidence of the contrary

Danny doesn't quite understand why he would be so adamant about him not being his son. He kinda feels really guilty because obviously he didn't want him, that's why he was put up for adoption / presumed dead anyway. Right?

Yet it stings a little because Bruce has a LOT of kids. Like so many. What's one more? What did he do to be so unwanted? He knew the ghost part was unsettling to say the least but for someone like the Batman to refuse him? Damn he must be really rotten then

He's ready to pack his bags and dissappear when his new brothers pull him aside cause if he thought he felt upset or angry, he wasn't ready for his brothers to be absolutely furious.

Even Damian, annoyed at not being the one and true heir, decides that this behaviour is unacceptable because Bruce didn't act that way towards him when he revealed himself, so what honor is there in refusing another son?

They assure Danny he is more than welcome in the family and that they'll find ways to work with his ghost half but not before they talk to Bruce.

So they walk up to his office, ready to tear him several new ones when they notice the door slightly opened. Bruce is talking to someone, Alfred, Selina take your pick.

They notice a Bruce they have never seen or heard before.

His voice is strained and tense, like Dick when he's trying to stay calm and keep any worry hidden.

He paces around, heels heavy on contact with the floor, like Jason when he's frustrated and needs to let it out without destroying anything.

He's rambling, jumping from one thing to the other, coherent or not like a waterfall unable to contain the flow of the river just like Tim when he's stuck on a problem and needs to look at every possible angle to find a solution.

Through the crack, they can see him tugging at the fabric of his sleeves every so slightly, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger, just like Damian when he's nervous and on edge.

They don't see Bruce, or Batman. They see their mentor, their father, their dad on the edge of a nervous breakdown.

"He can't be mine!" he cries out. He repeats it several times and Danny feels himself shrivel inside. Tears start fighting to be released while one of his new siblings, Jason? Probably? He doesnt notice who it is at first, puts a hand on his shoulders, and pulling him closer is Dick while Tim and Damian look ready to kick in the door until Bruce huffs a reply to the "Why not" hanging heavy in the air.

"Because if he is, then I've failed another one of my kids."

He sits himself against his desk, hands on his face.

"If he is my kid, then I have failed as a father by not being there to talk to, to find solace in. I pushed him away without even being there like I did with Dick"

"If he is mine, then I let him be in a situation where his parents didn't look out for him, where he was alone without someone to give him a real home, the only thing here that makes it somewhat better is that he at least had a sister looking out for him unlike Tim"

"If he is mine, it means I had to miss out on yet another childhood. Yet another son of mine forced to grow up too fast, to be a warrior, to be fighting for others, to survive while he should've had someone fighting for him!"

He's choking back tears and Jason feels his heart break, a split between feeling sad for his old man and guilty about feeling relieved that he does care when he finally speaks again"

"If Danny is mine, it means, I let another one of my children die. Not only that, but to have them not be able to rest in peace but be puzzled together again! Jason had it so rough already, but Danny has to deal with more than just being half dead and it's more than I know how to properly handle."

He doesn't want to, but he's shaking as he speaks.

"How can he be mine when I'm such a terrible father?"

He never noticed someone coming in. He didn't hear a sound save for a sob breaking through the silence as this kid, his kid wraps himself around him.

"You're not" he assures him as the doors open up and the rest of his siblings walk in.

"But the things you went through-"

"Weren't your fault" he mutters through silent tears.

"But could've been prevented"

"So many things could have been, B" Dick says softly. "But you know it doesn't matter what happened, but how you move on from it"

"Not gonna say you're perfect or forgiven for every wrongdoing", Jason grunts, although it sounds more like a huff without malice, "but, you're here. You try. That's a start if anything"

Bruce glances at his kids, wondering where the time went as he takes in their worn expressions accompanied by warm smiles.

Maybe he isn't such a terrible father after all. He just needs to prove it. Starting fresh with his ghost child still clinging to his sides.

CHAPTER 14

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Danny's homeless on the streets of Gotham, when he gets a terrible idea from some passerby. now, three weeks after living with the Waynes, they still haven't noticed he's not supposed to be there.

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Danny gets mistaken for Superman 24.2.23

DP x DC. Danny Phantom, Superman, Batman.

A group of villains attack an event they know the JL is going to be investigating undercover. They're looking for secret Identities amongst the crowd, and Danny, long since a full-fledged adult, happens to be attending as well.

Danny, unlike Clark, does not dress to conceal his physique, or hide behind glasses, or hold himself to seem smaller or bumbling.

He gets wrongly picked out as Superman within moments.

And Danny, who can fly, who has mild superstrength, who can tell where kryptonite is because it radiates like all food-quality ectoplasam, who's not as concerned about being discovered since the meta rights act overturned the anti-ecto acts, and who's only become more of a gremlin as full fledged adult, figures 'Sure, why not, I can be Superman :)'

Batman is not the only person who is blindsided when "Superman" leans over and eats the kryptonite right out of the man's hand.

"That was rock candy." Not-Superman gave the man a cheshire cat grin. "You might want to double-check your supplier."

"That was definitely kryptonite," Superman informed him over the com, his voice flat with the kind of flabbergasted disbelief Batman had thought they both left behind a couple of world-ending-disasters ago.

Day (634/100) in my #∞daysofwriting @the-wip-project 24th of Feb

Single Dad Dead on Main

AKA "Danny is the ghost-equivalent of a foster parent for de-aged Dani and Dan. Jason's just wondering who the hell these two feral meta children are." prompt idea!

Danny thinks he's doing an okay job at being a single dad of two. They're living in a quaint two bedroom apartment in Park Row, he's managing his Ghost King money well, and the kids haven't died (again). (He's definitely not getting a "World's Greatest Dad" mug anytime soon, but, hey, at least the house hasn't burned down yet!)

...Until he wakes up from his nap to an eerily silent apartment.

If there's one thing he's learned over the last few months, it's that silence is not good. He's scrambling off the couch fast enough to give himself a headache, practically flying down the hallway so he can get to the kids' room. Ellie is wedged halfway under her bunk bed. Dan's also squished under the bed but quickly squirms out when he realizes Danny's standing in the door way. He's holding... a socket wrench??

"...do I want to know what you two are doing?" Danny deadpans.

Ellie scrambles out as well, smears of something oily on her cheek. For a seven and eight year old, they have surprisingly convincing I'm innocent! expressions.

"I dunno," Ellie singsongs while Dan simultaneously barks, "Nothing!"

Danny squints. The kids squint back. Yeah, there's definitely something under the bed that's not supposed to be there. Since Dan's holding a wrench (and where the hell did he get that?? Danny doesn't even own any tools aside from maybe a little rubber mallet he found in the hallway closet), Danny hopes thinks it's not an animal.

It takes a minute of arguing in which Danny promises not to be mad, let them eat ice cream, and let them stay up an hour later than curfew for the kids to even let him near the bed without biting him. (Jokes on them, the ice cream is sugar free and Danny's going to reset the clocks to an hour before. Check and mate, bitch! Parenting is so easy.)

And then Danny pulls out... a tire. No, a rim. Two tire rims. Oh, Ancients. Engraved on the tire rim is a red Bat symbol. His stomach nearly drops to the floor; everybody in Crime Alley knows what the Red Hood's symbol looks like. "Eight Heads in a Duffle Bag," Crime Prince of Gotham with a gang big enough to take over all of Park Row. And yeah, Danny could easily beat the guy, but that doesn't mean he wants to. He doesn't want to uproot Dan and Ellie from their schools, move cities, run from yet another organization that wants them dead.

"How did you get this?" Danny asks, utterly dumbfounded.

"I dunno," Ellie says, just as Dan's saying, "Nowhere."

(Danny takes it back. Parenting is definitely not easy.)

"Danielle. Daniel. Where did you get these tire rims?" Danny asks again, more stern this time, to which he only gets shrugs. And that's when he notices the window is open and the screen his missing. "You're kidding me. Did you climb out the window? We're on the third floor!"

"We flew, duh." Ellie rolls her eyes, only shooting a wide-eyed, guilty look to Dan when he elbows her with a vicious shuddup!

"I-okay. Here's what we're going to do. We'll... just return the rims. It's not like the Red Hood saw you two steal them-," Danny stops when Ellie and Dan give each other a side-eye. He knows that look. It's the same look he and Jazz used to give each other when they had a silent agreement about something. Oh, no. No, no, no.

"...he didn't see you, did he?"

Another side-eye look. Oh, Ancients. At least there's no way the Red Hood knows where they are, right?

(Jason stares at the kids playing with his bike. He's not stupid enough to think they couldn't have been paid to sabotage it, but the way the little girl hikes herself up onto the seat and pretends to rev the engine makes him think otherwise. It's cute. The boy mostly seems interested in the engraved bat symbol on his tire rims, scraping at it like it's a 3D decal.

"I wanna be a bicycle-rider when I get bigger. I'll wear the jacket and everything!" The little girl laughs, deepening her voice before saying, "I'm a bicycle-rider! I'll beat you up!"

Jason snorts. He's leaning against the fire escape balcony overhead and it's dark enough for them not to see him, but they both freeze at the soft sound. When nothing happens, the kids relax again.

"It's a motorist, stupid. C'mon, help me take this off and I'll build you one."

"You wanna take the tire? Why?"

"'Cus of the symbol! It's the Batman symbol, do you know how scared people are of 'em? Show 'em this and nobody'll mess with us."

The kid's got a point. Crime Alley knows Red Hood's symbol like the back of their hand, but somehow Jason doesn't think rolling around a tire rim is going to have the same effect. Jason's about to step in when the kid bends the fucking metal with his bare hand. His fucking bike. It looks like the kid barely broke a sweat, too; just wiped his hands on his jeans and started prying apart front of his motorcycle.

Jason's voice is more biting than he means for it to when he shouts, "Hey!" He swings over the fire escape, landing with a heavy thud, before hauling ass towards the kids. Almost immediately the boy yanks the girl behind him and snarls... and his eyes go Lazarus-green. Jason stops abruptly. His voice is softer, gentler, when he tries again.

"Hey, kid. Don't you know not to go tearing apart people's bikes? C'mon, at least do it the right way."

That makes the boy pause, looking momentarily baffled and the green turning into bright blue. Jason takes that as an in and says, "Y'know, it's a lot faster when you use tools. I've got a wrench in my bag. If you use it like this..."

Jason spends the next thirty-five minutes helping the kids steal his own damn rims. He shouldn't. But he's curious about who these meta kids are and they're almost painfully easy to talk with, they just blabber like they've never heard of keeping a secret before in their lives. They talk about their dad, school, their favorite tv show. And then they talk about "the bad men" and Jason's stomach drops. "The bad men" who drive white vans, capture people, and experiment on them. And that sounds an awful lot like a meta-trafficking ring in his city, dead set on coming after the kids and their dad.

Then he's very, very grateful he's letting the kids take his rims home. After all, what Bat doesn't put GPS trackers in their symbols?)

A new DPxDC idea.

Another deaged Ellie/and/or Dan idea. (Or we can have pregnant Danny, idk not picky)

But with long lost brothers Batboy and Danny!

Danny who moved to Gotham with his kid/clone child. Danny is trying to make a living in Gotham. Danny who is hiding from Vlad whose been getting worse since finding out Danny was adopted. (Maybe good Fanton parents? Maybe bad?) Danny who knows Vlad is avoiding Gotham due to the city spirit hating him.

Danny is just trying to give his kid a good life. Only one day he and his kid get caught in a Rogue attack that actually took Dammy off guard even with his Ghost abilities and is sent to the hospital.

Danny who looks a lot like [insert any of the batboys here] and it's noticeable and well... someone (an intern or nurse) blabs online and it gains attention especially when they mention a child.

And well the news reaches the Batfam fast. To the point one of them goes digging to see if Danny is a clone, only to discover his adoption records and the names of some familiar looking names as his bioparents.

Then after a moment of silence, all chaos breaks loose when it connects that they have a young brother in the hospital and a neice/and or/ nephew.

“Hello, Mr. Wayne. I’m calling on behalf of the Amity Park police department. I… god, there’s no easy way to say this. We found a dead body, and genetic tests identified you as the next of kin.”

A mixture of icy fear and confusion pooled in Bruce’s chest, and he felt himself lean against a wall for support. “What? Who? But, Damian was just here!”

“Don’t worry, it’s not him.”

“He’s the only blood relative I have.”

The officer sighed. “I dunno what to tell you. We don’t know. Kid was dead for months before we dug ‘im up, so identifying any other details towards his previous identity has been… difficult. Doesn’t even match any missing persons reports. Quite frankly, we were hoping you’d know something, ‘cause we’ve been coming up blank.”

“I will,” Bruce rushed out unthinkingly, his mind still caught up on the word ‘kid’.

“What?”

“I’ll help however I can. Amity Park, you said? Where is that? I’ll book a flight right away."

“No, really, sir. I appreciate it, but you don’t need to do that. No offense, Mr Wayne, but you’re not a forensic analyst.”

The words ‘yes I am’ balanced on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t say them. Batman was the detective, not Brucie Wayne. But Batman didn’t have any reason to travel so far afield to investigate a single dead kid, so Bruce Wayne would have to do.

“I at least want to take a look.”

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.

Subject: Danny Fenton

Oracle opens Danny Fenton's personal files finding a list information. Including a list of people:

Jack and Maddie Fenton- parents

Jazz Fenton-sister

Vlad masters- #1 enemy/baby daddy

Dani- daughter

The family is quite concerned about the seemingly normal boy they have just met at the gala.

Bruce is holding himself back from attempting to adopt the kid