The Lost Brother - Damian

the lost brother - damian

There is static in his ears.

There is a baby in his arms.

His niece. His niece from a brother dead before he was born. The daughter of Danyal, his mother's greatest regret, the ghost haunting his childhood, the brother he never got to have.

She is so small in his arms. Still. Quiet.

It frightens him, cradling such a fragile life in his arms. He's not good with most people, let alone a baby.

Danyal must have been truly desperate to leave her with him.

"Robin."

The voice makes the world come rushing back into place. Damian moves before he thinks, turning his body to shield his niece from danger, but it's only Red Robin standing before him. He stares, wide eyed, until Red Robin pushes his cowl back and Drake stands before him, expression carefully neutral. He doesn't look at the baby in Damian's arms. He only looks at Damian.

"Robin, come on. The Batmobile is right below us."

Damian hesitates, then follows Drake to the edge of the roof. He takes the fire escape down, landing carefully so he doesn't jostle the baby in his arms, and Drake grapples down a moment later, carefully maintaining the distance between them.

He knows it's to keep Damian from feeling trapped, and he's stupidly grateful, though he'll never say so.

The rest of the family will be a pain to deal with. They will demand answers he doesn't have, invade his space, insist on taking his niece from him. At least Drake is quiet and willing to observe without interference beyond getting them all home.

As promised, the Batmobile waits for them in the alley. Drake holds the door open and Damian slides in, adjusting his niece to make sure she's comfortable. She blinks up at him with dark blue eyes.

How strange. He had expected them to be green.

Drake drives them, speaking in short bursts into his comm. Damian brings a hand up to his own, realising rather belatedly that it's muted. Oracle must have grown annoyed at the barage of questions heading his way and silenced them for him.

He'll have to thank her later, once things have settled down.

For now, all his attention is on his little baby niece. What did Danyal say her name was?

Ellie.

Ellie Ellie Ellie.

She reaches up with a small hand, curious, and Damian offers a finger for her to latch on to. Her grip isn't strong, and her hand is small and barely warm.

He holds her closer for the rest of the ride home.

Father wants to take Ellie away for tests. Damian refuses to let go of her, going as far as leveling a sword at anyone who tries.

Drake is the only one who offers to only draw the barest minimum amount of blood for a DNA test, all while Damian holds her.

This, he accepts.

The others hover in his periphery, muttering amongst themselves, but Damian cares little for their thoughts and judgements. He was given Ellie for the sole purpose of caring for her. He will not fail in his duty. If it comes to it that he has to hide away with Mother for the rest of them to calm down, then he will. Surely she'll want to be involved with her granddaughter.

He'll have to tell her about Danyal, anyways.

Father stays at the computer, watching as the results load. He does not look away from the screen to even greet Ellie.

Damian pushes down his bitterness. He knows well the kind of man Father is, now. This is expected of him.

It's Richard that stays by him, hurrying across the Cave with an armful of diapers and baby clothes.

"I wasn't sure what to get, so I got a bit of everything," he explains, setting everything down on the cot where Damian sits with Ellie. Richard cut his patrol short as soon as Danyal left and made an emergency run to the nearest store with baby supplies, pulling sweatpants and a jacket over his Nightwing suit. The collar of the suit peeks out from beneath his jacket, and Damian is sure that it's only the late hour that kept anyone from asking too many questions while Richard was shopping.

"Thank you," Damian mutters. He sets Ellie down carefully, and she blinks up at him with tired eyes. Her face is round with baby fat, but not by much. "How do I…?"

"I think I know how to change a diaper," Richard offers, already pulling a fresh one out of the pack. He gets a small pack of baby wipes out of his pocket and quickly undoes the diaper on Ellie, wiping her down. Damian watches carefully, committing each step to memory as Richard changes her diaper and makes sure she's comfortable.

They're all out of their depths, Damian realizes. Have any of them actually cared for a baby? Pennyworth might have had some idea, and though he died a few years ago, the loss of him aches sharply even now.

"We'll have to figure out how old she is before we get any food for her," Richard murmurs, reaching out to brush a finger against her cheek. His eyes are soft, sad, and Damian lets out a slow breath, relived to know he can trust Richard with Ellie. "What happened?"

It's the question everyone's been asking him, and Damian has refused to answer each time.

But he will answer Richard.

"I saw a person on the edge of the roof as I patrolled. I went down to bring them to safety. He was… I had an older brother who died before I was born. But I know what he looks like. It was him, on that roof."

"You think he came back to life?"

"He must have. He was placed in a Lazarus Pit, but Mother said it didn't bring him back. Perhaps it just took time."

"What made you think it was him, if you've never met him?"

Damian thinks back. The man on the roof was a few years older than Drake, thin and worn-down. His eyes caught Damian's attention first; al Ghul's have very distinctive eyes, and it seems they both inherited that trait from Mother. Beyond that…

Lazarus Pits have magic in them. They wouldn't be able to do what they did without it. Those revived by Lazarus Pits carry some of it with them; it's not Pit Rage, which fades within an hour, but something else that leaves them on the boundary of inhuman. Damian grew up around the Pits and people who used them. He knows what the magic of the Pits feels like, and he could feel it in Danyal.

"I just knew," Damian answers. "Should Mother ever meet him, she'll be able to tell you the same thing: that was Danyal. And this is his daughter."

"Do you know why he left his daughter with you?"

"He asked if Batman was a good father. If I was safe here. Only then did he give Ellie to me."

"He could have stayed to," Richard says, sadness coloring his tone.

Damian doesn't respond. What could he say? Yes, Danyal could have stayed and joined them. He chose not to, for whatever reason. They have not found him yet, and Damian doubts they will find him any time soon.

Danyal is the first son of Talia al Ghul and Bruce Wayne. He will not be found until he wants to be.

Damian will have to wait until then.

The DNA results come back after eight rounds of testing.

Ellie is indeed Damian's niece.

The closest matches to her in the database are Damian and Bruce, which all but confirms that Danyal is indeed the first blood son of the Bat.

Father stares down at Ellie with an unreadable look on his face. He doesn't try to hold her; Damian doesn't know if he should be grateful for this or not.

"I have another son," he says. "And neither you nor your mother ever told me."

"He was dead," Damian answers, "What use would a dead child be to you? Even I never met him until tonight. He was gone long before I was born."

"He's still my son!"

"He's a stranger," Damian bites back. "Why do you pretend to care now? He has never been a part of our lives before. You won't even hold his daughter."

Father flinches back, just slightly, but it's enough to know that the barb hit. Damian gathers Ellie up into his arms and heads for the stairs. "I will be going to sleep now. Ellie will stay with me. You are welcome to stay down here to search for Danyal, or you can get some rest to join me in shopping for Ellie. I will call Mother. Good night."

The others don't have the decency to wait until he's completely out of the Cave before they begin shouting amongst themselves. Damian clicks his tongue and looks down at Ellie, who's sleeping peacefully.

"Let's hope you grow up to have more sense than them," he says to her.

He lays her on top of the blankets, then curls up next to her. It's a long time before he's able to fall asleep.

Mother calls first thing in the morning. Damian's barely had time to brush his teeth before his phone is ringing, and he has to rush to catch it before the call ends.

"Is it true?" she demands as soon as he answers, "Was it Danyal?"

Damian bites back a curse. He said he'd call her. It would have been best if he had been the one to break the news, rather than anyone else, but it doesn't surprise him that no one listened.

"It's true," he says. "Danyal was in Gotham last night. He left his daughter in my care before disappearing. I was unable to speak to him more."

"How can that be," she says, breathless, "It's been decades since his death. The Lazarus Pit never returned him to me."

"It was him. That's all I know."

There's a pause as his mother gathers her composure. Then she says, "I will be in Gotham in a week. I will not be kept out of my granddaughter's life."

"I will make sure we have a room ready for you."

"Good. Take care, habibi."

The call ends without any other fanfare. Damian drops his head with a sigh and tosses his phone back onto his desk.

On his bed, Ellie is sitting up, watching him curiously.

"You and your father have caused a lot of trouble already," he tells her, and she claps her hands together.

When he goes downstairs, he immediately makes note of Drake and Brown's presence with displeasure. His hopes for a quiet morning are dashed before he even reached the kitchen.

"There you are!" Brown says far too loudly. She bounds up to him, ignoring his scowl, and peers at Ellie. "Hm, I'd guess around nine to eleven months, accounting for FTT and some malnutrition."

"FTT?" he repeats.

"Failure to thrive. If infants aren't care for properly, which includes cuddling, then they just… don't grow as they should. They end up smaller and weaker than is expected for their age."

"I imagine she was not taken care of properly, wherever she was before. She wouldn't have been left with me otherwise."

Brown looks troubled, but she blinks it away and smiles when Ellie reaches up to grab at her nose. "Hello there," she says in a soft voice, "I'm your favorite aunt. Don't forget that, alright! I'm your favorite."

Damian pushes her away. "She has no favorites."

"Not yet, but it'll definitely be me when she does!"

"Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?"

"No. But, in all seriousness, me and Tim are here to help. He gave me a rundown and what happened and I still have a bunch of stuff from my pregnancy classes that can help you. We also got some baby food and milk and formula for the baby, since she'll need to eat and be burped. I can walk you through all of that so you can start getting some experience in baby care."

Ah. He had forgotten that Brown had once been pregnant. That she gave away her own baby.

It must be hard for her to be on the other end of that situation, to watch someone take in a baby whose parent couldn't properly care for her, to muster up a smile and all the information she has to make things better.

"I would… appreciate that, Brown."

"Good! Well, lesson one starts now."

She throws open the door to the kitchen, where Drake is pressing the tip of a feeding bottle against the inside of his wrist. "Come here," he says to Damian. "Hold out a hand."

Curious, Damian does as told, and watches as Drake pressed the warm tip of the bottle against his wrist, where liquid splots out onto his skin. "That's about how warm it should be when you feed her. Here." He presses the bottle into Damian's hands, and it takes some adjustment before he can feed Ellie, who starts off slowly, then with more energy.

Brown tosses a rag over his shoulder, and instructs him on how to burp Ellie once she's finished eating. She coughs up some formula, then settles back into his arms, eyes closing as she begins to doze.

"I'll handle shopping," Drake says. "You need a crib, right? Maybe some toys… Just text me a list, I'll get everything."

"Why are you doing all this?" Damian can't help but ask. "We are not exactly… close."

Drake blinks at him, as though he's confused. "Because a baby is a big responsibility. And just because we don't always get along doesn't mean we're not family. She's my neice too. Doesn't she deserve to have more people in her corner?"

Damian can't argue with that, so he nods and lets Drake go to buy whatever he thinks is necessary. Brown lingers in the kitchen, making breakfast for them both in between sneaking glances at Ellie. Usually being watched so obviously would have him on edge and snappy, but he understands the urge to keep looking; he also can't take his eyes off of Ellie.

For someone so small to go through such hardship already… he doesn't understand how anyone can look at her and not want to keep her safe.

He wonders if anyone is keeping Danyal safe.

As much as he wants to go after Danyal, search for his resurrected brother, Ellie takes priority.

She's the one who's here to stay, after all.

Father doesn't come up from the Batcave all day.

Damian tries not to hate him for it.

He doesn't think he succeeds.

(masterpost for all parts)

Is It Really a Misunderstanding?

"I'm gettin' real fuckin' sick of Vlad Masters, Jazz." Danny hissed his blue eyes almost glowing with his repressed anger.

[Oof, what'd he do now?] Jazz's voice sounded as exhausted over the phone as Danny felt.

"This man, this beast stalked me all the way out to fucking Gotham and then had the audacity, the absolute gall to be upset with me for not following him back to his creepy fucking castle to play out his twisted vision of a Perfect Family. He won't even acknowledge the child he used me to create because she's not the son he wanted. What about what I wanted?!"

[Ugh, he's such a gross creep.] Jazz acknowledged, prompting Danny to continue venting.

"I was fourteen! He tortured me with electricity so he could use me to create her then just fucking rejects her because she's not a boy?! What the fuck is that!? Then I can't even keep her in the house for nearly a year because my fucking parents are such bigots that they would have taken the first opportunity to vivisect her if she slipped in front of them and showed any of her powers." Danny's voice shook there, as though repressing the urge to just burst into stressed tears.

"Then that fucking animal just outs us all to my shitty parents and ruins our lives and nearly gets my daughter killed and then has the fucking balls to decide that that means I no longer have any reason to refuse him! As though I would ever just go along with that monster. He's absolutely deranged! I had to uproot my whole fucking life so I could run out here with Ellie and now I have to fucking move again because this lunatic has hyper-focused on me because my mom hates his guts now and he thinks I can somehow replace her or something?!" Danny was clearly distraught and it tore at Jazz's heart to hear her baby brother so upset.

[Don't worry, Danny. You don't have to move, I've been poking around and I've managed to fenagle a deal with someone. Vlad won't be a problem for much longer.] Jazz soothed gently.

"What? A-are you sure? Who did you make a deal with?" Danny asked stumbling a little over the revelation.

[Well, Ghost-X really wants a rare pelt doesn't he? I can help him get one at the low low price of Vlad Masters.] Jazz explained as gently as though she were soothing Danny from a nightmare. Danny's jaw dropped for a moment, his gut twisting and his heart torn.

"Jazz I...Did you sell out Vlad to Skulker?" Danny asked somewhat faintly, as though he was not completely sure he wanted to know.

[I did no such thing. I merely sold some weapons to a family friend. What happens, happens and is entirely Ghost-X's own choice. Vlad Masters is a monster with more money than sense; money will not save him from the consequences of his own malice forever. There is a price to be paid for making enemies everywhere you go.] Jazz comforted gently, she knew that Danny would trust her decision and excuse her faulty reasoning. After all she would have done the same.

Jazz knew that what she was doing was probably wrong, was cruel and a disproportionate punishment for the crimes committed. Yet it only felt fitting for the man constantly hunting and tormenting the person that she loved above all others to be hunted like a common animal by one of his own previous accomplices. Normally she would have never trusted Skulker with the weapons that her parents had designed and she had stolen, but she had been observing him and the others for long enough to realize that all the ghosts hated Vlad more than they were annoyed by Danny's nosy peacekeeping.

"I...I don't know what to do with that Jazz." Danny sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

[You don't have to do anything Danny. Just relax and let me help you for once. I'll come to see you and Ellie tomorrow, just focus on Ellie and my visit. Has she been adjusting to the situation okay? I'm sure it was very stressful for her to be subjected to not only Vlad but our parents like that. She's two now isn't she?] Jazz steered his attention gently.

"Y-yeah. Yeah. Luckily she doesn't seem to actually remember Vlad at all and her nightmares are so vague I don't think she remembers Jack and Maddie either. But I think she's lost all her other memories as well, she's so smart but she's also really only two." Danny explained, exhausted but doting.

[I know it must be so difficult to raise her on your own, you're still just a child as well after all. But now that Vlad is out of the way it wouldn't be any more dangerous for me to come live with you to help finally. I'll put in a transfer immediately to Gotham University and I'll be able to help you more directly than just sending money and presents.] Jazz sounded happy, her voice becoming more energetic and excited. [Sam and Tucker will be able to get back into contact with you again too! You don't have to do this alone anymore, I know these past six months have been so hard on you. You'll be able to go back to school!]

"Jazz, it wasn't just Vlad I was hiding from; Jack and Maddie are also still a problem." Danny sighed.

[Tch, they won't be much of a problem anymore after Sam, Tucker, and I completely destroyed their lab and all their bigoted research. They'll be rebuilding for decades and if they dare show up we already know how to counter them.] Danny had never heard Jazz speak so coldly about their parents before, but then their parents had never tried to vivisect Danielle and destroy Danny before.

"...That still leaves the GIW though..." Danny protested somewhat weakly.

[Technus and Tucker have teamed up to completely destroy all their bases and basically cause them to hemorrhage money with no results to speak of. They'll be shut down soon enough.] Jazz sniffed, she didn't even view them as a legitimate threat. [More importantly, when I finally get there we'll get everything in order. You'll go to school and we'll work together to build a better life.]

"Oh, I dunno about school. I do still have to work, I can't just rely on Sam to send me living expenses every month. I feel like dead weight and her parents will have to notice eventually." Danny reasoned.

[It's okay Danny, we can take turns working and going to school. I'm sure we can figure out a balance between taking care of Ellie, school, and working.] Jazz reasoned gently.

"Jazz, that's way too many things all at once. I don't want to leave Ellie alone for too long and even though the Batburger lets me bring her with me to work I doubt that high school is just going to let me bring my two year old daughter with me." Danny reasoned.

[Well, haven't you been repairing things for people on the side? What if I get a job so that you can focus on working from home by building some of your actual inventions instead of just repairing things for people. I'm sure you could make some real money with that portable shield you made. Doesn't Wayne Enterprise provide scholarships for engineering? I really think you could accomplish so much if you just take the chance.] Jazz reasoned.

"I dunno Jazz, I was a C average student and technically dropped out to raise my daughter, I don't think they'd let me have a scholarship or work for them or whatever." Danny refuted.

[If they have any sense they'll realize that choosing your daughter over your education was respectable and they'll know that grades are not a true indication of intelligence. Besides, I would say you did very well given how stressful everything had been for you since the accident, especially with Vlad exasperating the situation by sending people to constantly attack you in some twisted effort to wear you down and make you more pliable to his sick advances.] Jazz spoke of Vlad with the utmost disdain.

"Pfft, sending people to constantly attack and harass me at all hours so that I'd eventually have to seek him out was not among the worst things Vlad ever did to me." Danny huffed with a dark sense of amusement.

[No, but it was still a wretched thing to do and I would take his pelt myself if I could.] Jazz said more coldly than Danny had ever heard. It surprised him a little, though he should have realized how deeply Jazz actually loathed Vlad.

"It'll be fine Jazz. We'll make due...you're coming to live with us and we'll build a better family than the one Jack and Maddie built for us. Thanks for talking with me Sis...I love you." Danny sighed completely drained from everything that happened and the conversation on top.

[Always Little Brother. I love you so much, I'll see you tomorrow.] Jazz spoke warmly, as loving as she had always been towards him.

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Normally Timothy Drake made an effort not to spy on his neighbors. But he was nosy by nature and his neighbor was a teen dad only a year older than his youngest brother Damian Wayne. It was hard not to focus a little more on the sixteen year old Danny Winters, especially since he was always so exhausted. Tim could admit that it probably wasn't his business what led to a sixteen year old living alone in Gotham with a two year old daughter but Tim could never leave a mystery unsolved.

It took him a solid week to find the teen's true identity which was not only concerning but frustrating, especially since he had to bring in Babs to help crack his security open. Someone with massive technical skills was protect him and it only made Tim infinitely more curious. The mystery only deepened when they found that Danny came from some nowhere town that wasn't even on any proper map.

They managed to figure out that he was actually Danny Fenton and after a falling out with his parents he had run away with his baby and had been moving town's fairly frequently until he finally ended up in Gotham. There were inconsistencies and unusual blank spots in his history and travel trail. However, it rapidly became obvious why when the realized that one Vlad Masters was also constantly trailing after him. They could not figure out the connection between them but it was very concerning.

The answers came far too long later, Danny had been living in Gotham for months before an unusually loud and distressed conversation next door grabbed Tim's attention. Tim was only able to hear Danny's side of the conversation given how thin the walls were but it was as enlightening as it was distressing. Tim was not completely sure what was going on but it seemed that Danny's sister had sold out Vlad to someone and was going to move in with Danny.

Tim was not sure what was going on, but Danny was a very sweet and helpful boy. His daughter was adorable and Tim was distressed for them both that some rich old bastard was so viciously focused on them. It made him sick to think about the implications of what he heard and if Tim saw Masters himself he was not sure how he would keep himself from killing the man. He was torn between telling Bruce and telling Jason. Bruce would surely try to get him arrested and reformed or whatever but sometimes...sometimes someone deserved to be sold out to Red Hood.

Danny was just a kid and he'd already been forced into parenthood and far too much trauma and stress. Yeah, the longer Tim stewed over it the more certain he was that this particular case should go to Red Hood. He would make his own call soon; Danny deserved better than whatever shitshow Masters forced him and his daughter into.

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It pleased Jazz more than words could say that she was proven right only a week later and Vlad Masters had become Skulker's most prized taxidermy piece in his cabin. Ember thought it was tacky but justified.

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villainmirabelmadriga

3 years ago

Hunter is tiara snapdragon nephew let me explain so when they say you Hunter at a young age and some meeting Tara Snapchat and basically is it getting adopted by her in the base reviewing her more of the family member then the belos so he basically just called him his family member while he calls Tara his auntie so belos takes this'll other chance to manipulate

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villainmirabelmadriga

7 months ago

No because Danny and Bruce have two different ways to seeing it Danny wants to forgive Bruce because he knows the Bruce is not Vlad and what's her relationship with him too show him that

And it's so funny and sad that Bruce thinks that Danny still might have Stockholm syndrome and wants to be around Bruce because of that is so sad but funny

And just imagine Danielle and Dante in the situation both of them still might be heavily traumatized from Vlad and are just looking at Bruce not knowing how to feel

I think Dan or Danielle should make a bad joke saying so in this reincarnation instead of making you collect nice

But yeah I feel like Dan would be more mad to Bruce cuz it's like he still can trust him from being Vlad and Danielle being on edge especially them trying to watch the way he interacts with his family in this reincarnation to make sure that he's still a good person

Cuz Danny might be forgive Bruce but I'm pretty sure Danielle or Dante won't

I think I’d be really funny, if Bruce was a reincarnated Vlad.

This is going to be based off of a prompt I saw (I will find you) where Bruce suddenly remembered his past life as Vlad.

HOWEVER, my take on that is the de-aged Ellie and Dan because the amount of ANGST and self hate that Bruce will go through thinking his past self was not only a villain, but also that sort of person?

It will eat him alive.

It will eat that man alive every time he goes to sleep and another burst of memories pass underneath his eyelids.

It burns him when he wakes up with the phantom touch of a body underneath his hands, of a boy just as young as Damian and thinner too, struggling to escape a grip of a man whose hold was too possessive, and too cruel.

It feels like acid swishing down his throat when he wakes with the taste of oily words filled with threat and something more whispered over the form of a boy. A young boy whose blue eyes blazed furiously back and yet tried to hide the quiet bursts of fear underneath.

It feels like Bruce cannot scrub the man he had been right out of him, even when his skin blisters red until it bleeds. Vladimir Masters had woken spitting and screaming, burrowed like a cold sore underneath everything that is Bruce.

Bruce hates it.

Hates the monster he had once been and still is — because despite the fact Vlad is now Bruce, living and breathing and existing here in Gotham — Vladimir Masters still exists.

He is out there right now in a little place called Amity Park, pulling weight and blood just to get what he wants.

A man who has used abused for far too long…

Perhaps it was time to see to it, that however and whatever way that Bruce came to be, that it began with Vlad’s unfortunate circumstances back into the Ghost Zone.

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villainmirabelmadriga

1 year ago

DC x DP: Danny's Grill

What do you do when your a vigilante with a strict diet set by the family butler? You have cheat days at the up and coming food truck that just rolled into the city that's what.

Tim knows, he should ask Danny if he has any form of permission to be selling food, but he is a vigilante. He's not exactly legally doing things by the book either.

And Danny changes his menu so often that Tim never gets bored of trying new things. One week, he could be selling burgers; the next week, pizza; and the week after that, tacos. It was all delicious, quick, and extra greasy. If he doesn't do so much exercise, he will be in trouble of gaining too much weight.

Thankfully, he's only become slightly more filled out as Tim had often gone hours without food- and no one had noticed yet.

The biggest challenge was trying to keep Danny a secert from his siblings.

If they knew, they would expose him to Bruce and Alfred without hesitation. And while Tim would get the third degree for breaking his diet, they would sneak off to eat what they could.

He couldn't afford that.

He also couldn't afford to tell people how often Red Robbin would spend jumping roof and roof trying to spot Danny's Grill nightly. It was just asking for some Rouges or ambitious thugs to start causing trouble for Danny. So he finds somewhere to change- usually at a safe house safely- and scurry over as Alvin Drapper.

Tim being a famous Co-Ceo would have the same negative attention as Re Robin, but poor orphan Alvin, who allegedly lived at the nun run orphanage? No one would blink twice.

"Good night Alvin!" Danny greets him with a warm smile that has something flutter in his chest. "Another late shift?"

"Yeah just finished with the last client" He says adjusting his hastily thrown on hoddie he stole from Dick. Tim never told Danny what exactly Alvin's supposed job was always staying on the right side of vague. Thankfully the chef doesn't seem to want too much details.

He has asked before if he would like to help out at the truck. Danny has offered him a job well out of minimum wage but Tim has turned it down each time. It's sweet he asks though.

He's a kind man with a big heart.

Danny smiles. "That's great, glad your punching out a little earlier. Want something warm or cold?"

Tim grins, tone turning sheepish. "Warm, please. I'm freezing, and tonight has been a bit rough."

There is a flash of some kind of heavy emotion on Danny face but it's gone before Tim can identify it. He turns around to shove a menu at him- it's soups tonight- and Tim carefully reads the offers before selecting a bowl of tomato soup with cheese breed.

"How much do I owe you?" He asks pulling out his wallet.

Danny waves him away "it's on the house. "

"Really?"

"Yeah, you're my best customer. A special discount for your loyalty"

Tim beams. It's not like he can't afford it but it's always nice to know Danny pays special attention to him. Maybe he says that to all his customers but it's a nice feeling all the same.

(Unknown to "Alvin," Danny is trying his best to calm his temper as he pours out a extra large plate. He saw the bruises, lots of them on Alvin's wrists and neck, all the size of fists.

It's seemed his last client got a bit rough.

Danny wants to hunt the ass down and beat him up, show him how it feels. He doubts Alvin would appreciate him scaring away his customers, but dang, if it doesn't burn not to do anything.

So what if Alvin is prostitute? He deserves to do his work in peace dammit. Maybe this time he can convince him to quit that life and work for him. It's not like Danny needs the money.

One tends to inherent a lot when one accepts being Ghost King after all)

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villainmirabelmadriga

3 years ago

But no really why are there so many ads of ball shaving

fucked up that theyre advertising ball shaving kits on a website where a lot of the users dont grow body hair and have purple eyes

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villainmirabelmadriga

4 months ago

Part 2 homies Justice League edition

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Wonder woman did not know exactly how to act or feel like you saw Captain Marvel sitting there crying from what Dr Fatr said the Ghost King in his arms

Wonder Woman in that moment decided to be the first person the step forward and tried to help her brother and the Strange King the amount of magical electricity coming off of the captain when she touched him was painful

But was even more hurting and terrifying with the angry look and Captain Marvel's eyes like he was going to hurt her for touching things that's when his eyes you soundberg and he got up grabbing Diana's hand

Captain Marvel had always been a happy person from a Wonder woman made childhood but happy in the dark of the situations so it hurt her heart here Caps desperate pleas " Wonder Woman Please Help! The doctors anyone please....he's going he's..... oh Zeus there's so much blood.... Please just help

In that moment as Captain Marvel fully in over himself over daily he was his hands to stop the blood flow she turned around and yelled she was much too loud then she probably needed to be but her brother was in distress and whoever this ghost King is he was important to Captain Marvel

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Wonder Woman, Superman, and Batman stood by Captain Marvel as the doctors worked on the Ghost King's injuries wait no it's not the Ghost King anymore Captain Marvel told them that his name is Phantom

Captain Marvel also told Batman that they need to put them in a room that wasn't white and that he knew that kind of would have a bad reaction when he woke up and he was surrounded by a doctor's already

So they stood next to an extra room in the watchtower Captain Marvel just stood there with a blank look on his face he was in shock he was scared he was angry you could only tell that though by looking at his eyes but the rest of him seemed so emotionless

Superman that things are going to get worse because notice the fact that Phantom didn't have a heartbeat the Captain Marvel told him that was the ghost thing as Captain Marvel look down his hands covered in bright green blood

Batman couldn't help but notes the similarities to Lazarus pits but as much as Bruce wanted answers he can do that now he watched Captain Marvel mutter over and over again "please be okay please be okay I beg.......Ancient And Gods Above "

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I really enjoyed writing this part too I was trying to make it seem like Wonder woman's point of view the first part and then mixed point of view on the second part of it kind of so I hope y'all are ape would understand it and please tell me if there are any spelling mistakes

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Who did this to you x Dying Sparks

Everyone in the Justice League knew that Captain Marvel was private about his civilian life. He never revealed himself, even after the past ten years of him being a part of the League even with everyone else already coming clean.

Still, they knew his personality. He was kind, forgiving and generous. He always protected people, was always willing to cover their shifts, and had the best relationship advice. (Even though Solomon was usually guiding him.)

They were used to certain things from their teammate, but finding their teammate tearing apart a government facility, lightning crackling around him and frying people alive.

They followed him in to find him cradling a boy with white hair and pointy ears who was covered in medical scars. They watched helplessly as the boy’s eyes fluttered open.

“Who did this to you?”

They had never heard Captain Marvel’s voice sound so cold. For the first time in their lives, they understood why people were scared of the champion of magic.

The Lost Brother - Damian