so cute š„° Now I need one of Tim finding something of equivalence with Danny. Like, maybe Danny takes notes on the back of his blueprints while he works, and they start to be filled with things to tell Tim later, or something.
Tim keeps journalsāpages filled with scattered thoughts, half-formed ideas, reminders hastily scribbled in the margins before they slip from his mind. His penmanship is erratic, sometimes neat, sometimes a barely legible scrawl. Thereās no structure, no careful curationājust the unfiltered chaos of his thoughts, poured onto the pages with reckless honesty.
Danny finds them everywhere.
Thereās one on Timās desk, filled with quick notes and unfinished sketches. Another by the bed, pages warped from where Tim has knocked over his coffee more than once. One tucked into his jacket, carried with him wherever he goes. And when Danny opens them, he finds something unexpected.
Not plans for patrols. Not mission reports or Gothamās latest conspiracies.
No, these journals are something else. Something just for Danny.
There are messy, hurried notesāthings Tim meant to tell him but hadnāt yet, thoughts that slipped his mind in the rush of the day. Scattered reminders: Tell Danny about the ghost dog that stole my sandwich. Ask Danny if ectoplasm works the same way as Lazarus water. Danny likes lemon biscuits. Find a good recipe?
There are doodles, too. Little sketches of Danny in the margins, some more detailed than others. A rough, unfinished one of him asleep on the couch, another of his hands, a quick, cartoonish scribble of Danny sticking his tongue out with the words annoying boyfriend scrawled underneath.
Itās messy. Itās chaotic. And itās so Tim.
Danny had always imagined love as something poetic, something grand and beautiful, the kind of thing written in sweeping verses that promised forever. The kind of love you read about in stories, in letters written with elegant penmanship, every word crafted with care.
Timās love isnāt like that. It isnāt neatly composed or carefully written.
Itās raw. Itās real. Itās a thousand little moments captured in ink-stained fingers and smudged notes. Itās love scribbled into the corners of his life, unpolished and unfiltered.
And Danny? Danny wouldnāt trade it for anything.
Because love, he realizes, isnāt always the kind you find in poetry. Sometimes, itās a journal filled with half-finished thoughts and silly drawings. Sometimes, itās a name written absentmindedly in the corner of a page, over and over again. Sometimes, itās as simple as a note that says, Thinking of you.
Love doesnāt have to be perfect to be real. It doesnāt have to be grand to mean everything.
And like honey pulled straight from the comb, love is sweetest when itās raw.
crack au I simply must share
Red Robin: Hi I'm-
Danny: I saw your spleen in the ghost zone
So cute! š„° Bruce finally gets to see his kids again, and it's so many emotions. Jasonās alive! Everyone is happy! ⦠Theyāre⦠so much happier without me⦠I've never seen Tim smile like that before. ā¦
Jack Fenton answered.
Jack Fenton sounds so much like Bruce at first listen if someone is tired and emotionally wrecked that Dick started going on his tangeant, pleading to come home.
Jack Fenton doesn't mind more kids at all! Neither does Maddie!
Jack tells him to come home and gives him the address to Fentonworks, and gets the guest room set up and ready to go.
Dick, finally arriving three days later, still sleep deprived and not all there, stares at the blimp on the building and starts to think he may have dialed the wrong number.
He doesn't have time to cry and go back, though, because Jack and Maddie Fenton whirlwind their way out the door and corral him into his new bedroom, treating him like he's always been their son and he's just been gone for awhile.
And Dick...Dick needs this. He's three steps from a mental breakdown, can't think past two sentences worth of planning, and he hasn't slept in who knows how long. He can regret later, right now, he'll take it.
He allows them to tuck him into bed, allows himself to fall asleep, and leaves the freaking out to a more awake him.
Danny, meanwhile, is having a little chat with a few of the ghosts that regularly follow Dick Grayson, and goes invisible and intangible to just...fly over to where this guy had been and steal the info he was after.
Because holy shit, that dude looks like he needs a break.
Or: Dick gets adopted as an adult by the Fentons instead of Bruce, and gets a really weird support network.
The GIW knows Amity Park is a huge fraud. The āmost haunted city in the USā, really? Theyāve been checking the place out for decades with nary a peep aside from that couple of crazy scientists that moved into town around twenty years prior.
Because of this, the town became a punishment duty. One of their agents causes trouble? They get put in time out and sent to work for a while in Amity Park. Let those idiots chase after pointless rumors while the actually competent agents work with the more important ghosts. The reports back from the town get barely more than a cursory glance before getting tossed in the shredder.
ā¦Which really came back to bite them when ghosts did actually start to show up, and they didnāt realize until after the Amity Park branch had royally screwed up the situation.
Fuck, they really hope this doesnāt start a war.
Optional DPxDC addition: they call in the Justice League Dark for help with negotiation and taking down their rogue members
Tim explaining Slime Rancher 2 to Damian: So if you feed a slime a different oneās plort you create a gordo.
Damian: And what is the point of this animal husbandry?
Tim: To creat cool new slimes. And get money by combining them.
Tim: Do you want to create a slime?
Damian: Give me that. I shall make the best āslimeā.
Damian looking through the different types: Ah, I see. I shall make Father.
Tim: What?
Damian: Please acquire one of these āBattyā slimes as well as a Shadow slime.
Tim blinking: I donāt think-
Damian: Surely this is not beyond your capabilities?
Tim:
Later
Bruce: What are you two still doing up? I thought I said no casework today?
Tim: This isnāt casework, Iām making mods.
Bruce: Ah yes, āmine-craftā again?
Tim: Not quite-
Damian: Tim has informed me that the objective of the game is to selectively breed these creatures for their monetary benefits. However, it is also possible to create unique combinations. I pointed out the imperative of recreating superior models in reality within this farce and Tim has elected to correct the oversights of the developers to achieve our goal.
Bruce blinking: Um..?
Tim: Damian wants a mod to combine a bat slime and a shadow slime to make you in the game.
Bruce blinking back tears: Oh.
Danny is like a cockroach. No matter what happens he just keeps coming back.
Every Wayne has watched this kid die.
Every single Bat and Bird has failed to save him
They don't realize it's the same dude at first
They all just think they're having an absolute shit week.
He saved Damians life when he took that bullet
Jason watched him give his life for a kid when a bus was coming and the kid wouldn't get out of the way in time. Jason wasn't close enough (maybe they both would have lived if Jason had been closer. Faster. Better)
Cass saw the knife fly at him. She was too far. Couldn't tell to save him. She watched him fall in silence. He never made a sound.
He was at the top of a flight of stairs. Barbra watched him lose his balance. She was trapped by her chair and the daylight hours. She watched. Helpless as he tumbled to the ground, and lay, broken, before her.
Bruce was running late when it happened. His car stalled. Just as a boy, no older than his sons, ran (or flew or appeared) down the street. Out of breath. Covered in blood and bruises. Clothing torn. Bruce made to get out of the car as the boy turned and shouted. As if making his final stand. Bruce watches as the boy is gunned down by men in white. It's not until much later that he realizes the boy stopped where he, did, not because he was exhausted, but because they were running towards a crowd. That he had stopped running, had givens himself up, to protect the innocent.
Alfred held out a hand to a child. Too small and young and thin by far. He was just heading out to meet an old friend. He had no supplies, no emergency button no phone. No food to share or clean clothes to offer. Suddenly he found himself on the ground with the child on top of him, head oozing from what appeared to be a piece fallen from the building above them. The child has pushed him out of the way. His final act had been to save a stranger.
They're eating a meal in silence. All together for the first time in a long while. When there's a knock at the door. A case worker. Asking if Mr. Wayne were able to take in a child. Just for a short while. It was an emergency. He had no where else to go. They were desperate.
Bruce is tempted to say no. It's been a terrible couple of weeks. But who was he to turn away a child in need. Of course he has room. Let him tell Alfred. Just come through to the dining room when you're ready, you remember where it is of course? Excellent. We'll put extra places out for the both of you. Of course you're welcome to join us for dinner, it's awfully late and you must be starving.
Bruce goes back to let Alfred know they'll have dinner guests and is just settling in when the Boy They All Watched Die walks in closely tailing the social worker.
Chaos ensues
(reposting cuz someone wrote an awesome fic on AO3) Linking below. leave them some love if u like. they really took this snippet and ran with it!)
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51328789/chapters/129695641
The Batfam are trying to figure out where all these new rouges came from, and why they keep targeting their newest member, meanwhile Danny is just so done. He wanted a break from the ghosts fights dam it. Canāt they just let him finish high school in peace. ā¹ļø
Danny and Damian are NOT twins, but they do look similar. Similar enough that the teachers have even started to get the two of them confused ever since Danny started to go to Gotham Academy. It gets even worse since they share almost every class together, and seem to get paired up anytime group work is needed in class.
It surprisingly didnāt take Damian very long to warm up to the other boy; if anything it was Danny who took the longest to accept the growing friendship between them. From that point on the two would purposely sit next to one another every class. The other students notice this very quickly and it isnāt long before the nickname āThe Twinsā is being used to refer to them.
Damian once he hears this is immediately on board, and decides that Danny will be his twin brother. This is when he starts planning on how heās going to get Danny integrating into the family. Itās meant to be Damian thinks when he later learns that Danny is attending the school on a scholarship, and doesnāt have any other family members listed on any of his paperwork.
In the end Damian decides that the best course of action is to just be direct. So, at the end of the school day he drags Danny with him to the car pick area, and pulls Danny inside of the vehicle waiting for him. Promptly declaring to Alfred who is confused to see another young boy ā one who resembles Damian greatly ā that this is his twin brother.
And Alfred just takes one long look at the black haired blue eyed boy before thinking to himself, āthe apple really doesnāt fall far from the tree does it?ā Before putting the car in drive and heading towards the manor.
Constantine finds this hilarious, and also has some unresolved frustrations toward the Bat. Since he knows perfectly well that both Danny and Tim are fine, he decides to get some payback and take his sweet ass time in Hell-
DCxDP AU with the typical cultists summon the ghost king stuff, except the spell is supposed to trap him in a mortal body till he agrees to do the cult's bidding.
Danny is obviously not going to just do what they say, he will find his own way out of this body he is trapped in, thank you very much.
After escaping he is found by the police and identified as Tim Drake, which okay didn't expect the human sacrifice to be a famous guy, but whatever. All he has to do is pretend to be Tim for a few days while he figures out how to break the spell. Easy, Bruce Wayne is famously stupid right?
Of course the bat family had been listening in to the cult's summoning the whole time from a communicator Tim activated right before he was captured, so they are very very aware this is not Tim.
They can't say anything though because they have no idea what powers the ghost king has or how to get him out of Tim's body. It is determined that the best solution is to play along till they have a plan so the ghost doesn't run off with Tim's body or hurt him in some way.
Thus begins a game of lies. Danny, fake it till you make it, Fenton, pretends to be Tim with only the info available on his Wikipedia page. The bats pretend to not notice anything is wrong.
Danny can't investigate how to break the spell because no one will leave him alone for any length of time. The bats are struggling to figure out how to get the ghost king out of Tim when all their magic users are saying the guy is basically all powerful.
No one is happy about any part of this.
Meanwhile Tim is playing a 5D chess version of psychological warfare on Danny while stuck inside his own head. Danny is just like, 'please have mercy I am trying to get us both out of this safely.' Tim is like, 'anyway here's wonderwall for the 40th time today.'
This idea could work with any Danny ship, but I like Dead on Main best for it, so that's what I'mma do. BUT if anyone decides to use this idea using any other ship (platonic or romantic idc) let me know so I can see it!
(this is a prompt btw and anyone can use it)
Jason is Danny's soulmate and vice versa. They've got the soulmarks on their wrists to prove it. When Jason died, the soulmark on Danny's wrist faded - signalling that Danny's soulmate died. When Jason came back to life, so did the soulmark on Danny's wrist.
When Danny dies (aka, whenever he goes ghost) Jason's wrist mimics Danny's state of being. It goes back and forth often enough that Jason can and has used it as a coin flip to make decisions.
Clockwork has been teaching Danny how to do pretty much everything blind. why is unknown
Untill now
After a way too close call with his parents/GIW he almost got fully dissected! He decided to initiate plan 42 Stich wounds,Grab shit,and hall ass to Gotham. Gotham has enough ectoplasm for him to stay long term not nearly as much as Amity Park but it has enough
After one pain filled flight he arrives in a dungey bathroom in Gotham. He looks in the mirror and sees
Oh
What the fuck!?!?
Apparently even though Gotham has a decent amount of ectoplasm He didn't know he needed way more to look alive. He looks ill!?! his skin became three shades paler making his bruises and eyebags stand out more. his hair being way more wild than usual and fluffy-er? He somehow looks smaller and skinner than before, and his eyes
Oh ancients his eyes
There still blue but they're diluted they have that heavy milk quality to them and his pupils are permanently dilated. He can see but he looks like he can't
That's why Clockwork taught him how to do things blind so he can pretend to be blind! cuz there's no way people are going to believe that he can see!?!
He grabbed his bag packed and gifted from Sam, Tucker, and Jazz left the bathroom, clossed his eyes, and started to figure out what he should do.
Bruce's adoption sense seems to be tingling He wonders what that's about.
Oh gods, I hate it-
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