A DC X DP IDEA #45

Mine, Mine, MINE!

Imagine this….

I know Damian is raised in an environment where he is treated as a prince, the only grandson, the heir. Sure those privileges may come in the price of ripping his innocence and childhood away from a very young age. In the end he got everything he  ever wanted nor needed. A single word from him and all gather around to get what he needed.

But there will be a day where there is something you cannot get no matter your demands or commands.

….

By the time Damian could form full sentences, he had learned the art of taking. To demand was his birthright; to receive was merely the universe setting itself right. If another child had a toy, Damian wanted it. If a servant carried a blade of exceptional craftsmanship, it belonged in his collection. Even as a young boy, his chambers were overflowing with silken robes, masterfully forged weapons, and rare treasures pilfered from across the world.

His first words had been "Mine." He was greedy from the cradle, claiming everything within reach with an iron will and a clenched fist. As an infant, a single furrow of his brow or a half-formed cry summoned an entire team of wet nurses, attendants, and servants who scrambled to appease him, terrified of drawing the ire of the Demon’s heir. His crib was adorned with silk imported from lands that no longer existed, and gold-threaded blankets were replaced the moment they became even slightly soiled.

When he took his first steps, the world shifted to accommodate him. Marble floors were polished before his feet touched them, and his path was lined with offerings—daggers forged by masters, scrolls of ancient knowledge, carved figurines from forgotten civilizations. Every item he glanced at was quietly removed from its place and added to his collection, regardless of its original owner. He collected without remorse, hoarded without gratitude. His chambers grew into miniature treasure vaults, filled with relics and riches that served no purpose beyond feeding his insatiable desire to own.

Neither Talia nor Ra’s al Ghul discouraged his possessiveness. To them, it was simply a symptom of his lineage. The blood of conquerors and kings ran in his veins, and if he took, it was only because he was destined to. The League of Assassins reinforced this belief with every passing day. He was not taught humility or restraint—only power, precision, and domination. He was forged to rule, molded to believe that the world was his birthright.

But then there was Danyal.

His twin, born under the same stars, shaped from the same blood, yet utterly alien in his quiet nature. Danyal never demanded, never claimed, never expected. While Damian amassed trinkets and trophies with the entitlement of a young emperor, Danyal existed in the spaces left behind—content with simplicity, with little, with the unremarkable. When Damian snatched one of his brother’s few meager toys and added it to his already overflowing pile, Danyal gave no protest. He simply let it go, his eyes soft, his hands uncurled, his expression free of malice or resentment.

To Damian, this was a maddening contradiction. They were both of noble blood. They were descendants of kings, warriors, legends. Danyal should have yearned for greatness, fought for it. But instead, he bowed his head, stepped aside, and surrendered without a sound. Damian saw weakness. He saw foolishness.

When Danyal died on a mission gone wrong, Damian did not weep. His hands did not tremble, his eyes did not stray from the trail of blood that marked the last place his twin had stood. The League moved on without pause, the death barely a footnote in their endless ledger of sacrifice. There was no funeral pyre, no rites or remembrance. The corpse was retrieved, cataloged, and discarded like a failed weapon. Damian told himself it was fate, a destiny trimming the weak from their bloodline.

Danyal had never fought for more. He had never claimed what was owed to him. In Damian’s mind, that made him unworthy. A noble soul without the teeth to defend its title. A flickering candle smothered by the wind. And so Damian forced himself to move on. He trained harder, sharper, faster. He swallowed whatever little grief he has and reforged it into ambition.

At ten years old, when he was finally sent to Gotham, he carried himself like a young prince returning to his rightful throne. He arrived at his father’s doorstep cloaked in expectation, armored in superiority. His every step was deliberate, as if the very ground of Wayne Manor should bend to his will. He was the blood heir, the legacy reborn. Everything in the manor should have been his.

But instead of reverence, he was met with resistance.

When he challenged Drake—Timothy Drake, the imposter who had dared to stand at his father’s side—Damian expected combat, a duel to settle succession. He anticipated a fight that would end with his place solidified and his father's acknowledgment finally secured. But Drake refused. He did not raise a hand. He yielded with words instead of steel, and Damian, raised in a world where weakness was unforgivable, saw it as cowardice.

Worse still, Bruce his father had intervened. Not as a warrior stepping into the arena, but as a father—shielding the usurper. Protecting someone who had no claim, no birthright, no Ra’s al Ghul in his lineage, no biological connection that is burning in his veins. Damian had lashed out. Fury surged through him like fire through dry kindling. How could his father not see it? He was the true son. The legacy of both Bat and Demon ran through his blood.

But here, in this foreign house built on sentiment and ideals, that blood meant nothing.

His hours of grueling training, his flawless blade work, his mastery of languages, poisons, shadows, everything none of it mattered. In the League, every achievement was tallied like gold, every drop of noble blood a weapon to be honored and sharpened. In Gotham, he was just a child with a name. No better than the orphans his father had chosen. He was expected to earn his place not through heritage, but through heart.

And that was a battlefield Damian had never been taught to fight on.

…..

By fourteen, Damian had changed. The transformation had not come swiftly, nor easily. It had been carved into him over years of clashing ideologies, quiet lessons, and countless moments of silent observation. The boy who once barked orders, who demanded the world bend to his will, had been slowly, methodically unraveled.

Gone was the child who screamed, "Mine!" at every turn. In his place stood a young warrior with weary eyes and calloused hands, one who had tasted loss, rejection, and the sting of unearned entitlement.

He had learned, through long nights spent watching others from the shadows of Wayne Manor’s hallways, that love was not given by birthright but earned through sacrifice. He had watched Dick steady the weight of leadership with a smile, watched Tim endure with patience and quiet brilliance, watched Jason bleed and rage and come back again and again for the family that had once failed him. And he had watched Bruce—not the detective that his grandfather would say nor the beloved that his mother would whisper of bedtime legends, but a flawed, weary man who carried his family not with a sword but with open hands.

The League had taught him to take. His siblings had taught him to stay.

“The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.” He had not heard the phrase spoken aloud, but he lived it in the moments that unfolded around him. He saw it in the way Alfred laid out tea for children who weren’t his. In the way Cass would wordlessly spar with him until exhaustion broke his fury. In the way Stephanie left notes on the fridge with dumb jokes just to make them laugh. These people—none of whom shared his blood—had chosen each other again and again.

And yet… in the quiet corners of his mind, sometimes, he still wished Danyal were here.

Danyal, who would have thrived in this strange and stubborn family. Danyal, whose softness would have been a strength here, not a flaw. Danyal, who had always looked at Damian not with envy or resentment, but with quiet love.

Damian had spent so long dismissing that gentleness as weakness, never realizing it had been a gift. Looking back now, he could see the missed moments—the times he could have shared instead of stolen, the times he could have listened instead of taken. His brother had not been lesser. He had simply been different. And Damian, in his arrogance, had mistaken compassion for cowardice.

Now, with Danyal long buried and the world colder for it, Damian carried the weight of that realization like a blade across the ribs—never fatal, but never forgotten.

…...

Then came the mission with the Flash. A time anomaly had rippled through the fabric of reality. Barry had worked tirelessly to fix the damage, racing through different timelines  until order was restored. But this time, though fixed, have a new aftermath. A vision stitched together from remnants of a path not taken.

The Justice League, ever analytical, treated it like a curious glitch in the multiversal code—a harmless projection of a possibility that never came to pass. They gathered to observe it as they would a peculiar ripple in a still pond, detached but intrigued. Damian had been pulled along by Jon, who bounced with his usual boundless energy, unaware of what the vision would show. Damian followed, armored in detachment, a practiced indifference in place.

But then he saw it.

The flickering image glowed before him like a memory he had never lived. There, seated around the long dining table in Wayne Manor, was a scene so mundane, so heartbreakingly normal, it rooted him in place. His father sat at the head of the table, a rare softness in his posture as he poured tea. Nightwing laughed mid-conversation, shoulders relaxed, while Tim rolled his eyes in mock exasperation. Jason leaned back with his feet on the table, earning a nudge from Cassandra. And at the center of it all, smiling as if he'd always belonged—was Danyal.

His twin. Whole. Alive.

Danyal passed the bread basket to Tim with a crooked grin, said something that made Alfred chuckle. He nudged Damian's double with his elbow, teasing him, effortlessly folded into the rhythm of a family Damian had once believed unreachable. It was a life that had never happened, a universe where Danyal had lived—not just lived, but thrived.

Damian’s breath caught in his throat. His chest rose and fell once, twice, the motion sharp and sudden. His fingers, usually so still, twitched at his sides, as if the rest of him hadn’t caught up with the emotion rising within. Before he could wrest control back from his heart, his hand extended—reaching, aching, needing.

And the word tore from him before thought could stop it.

"Mine."

It escaped in a whisper but echoed like a roar in his ears. Not the scream of a spoiled prince demanding treasure, but the broken, silent cry of a boy mourning what he had never known he needed. It was not greed that moved him, not anymore. It was grief. Regret. A raw, unfiltered longing for the life that had slipped through his fingers before he had ever realized he wanted it.

Around him, the room shifted. Justice League members who moments ago stood in detached curiosity now exchanged curious glances, as they saw the projection and Robin’s reaction to a projection that is just showing a what-if scenario.

The projection flickered. Danyal’s laughter shimmered and dissolved into static. The dining table faded. The light dimmed.

And Damian remained frozen, hand still half-raised, reaching for a future that was never his to claim.

…..

In the heart of the Infinite Realms, where time unraveled and rewound in endless loops and rivers of light, a lone figure hovered silently above the drifting threads of fate. Clockwork, the Master of Time, ancient and eternal, gazed down upon the scene unfolding within the mortal world. His staff gleamed as it gears ever turning, ticking in rhythm with realities both seen and unseen.

His eyes that is both ageless and all-knowing, rested on the image of a boy no longer a child. Damian Al Ghul Wayne stood still before the dying glow of a vanished vision, his heart laid bare. Once a prince of shadows, molded by assassins and pride, Damian now stood not as a conqueror, but as a brothe still grieving. He no longer sought to possess or dominate, but to reclaim something that had always been just out of reach: family.

The Observers had spoken long ago, their verdicts cold and absolute. Danyal’s future, they had said, was a path carved in steel and soaked in blood. The catalyst of the Infinite Realms, the one who will bring the end. But Clockwork had always known better. Time, after all, was not a straight line, it branched, curved, rebelled. And in one of those near-forgotten offshoots, he had seen a flicker. A possibility so faint it could have been dismissed as error. But Clockwork did not dismiss.

He had seen a future in which the Infinite Realms chaotic would finally know peace. He had seen a king . And that king—against all odds—had come in the form of Danyal Al Ghul Wayne.

A soft, amused breath escaped the Master of Time as his gaze shifted across the layers of existence to a shadow nestled within the Realms themselves. There, hidden among the currents of ectoplasm and fractured echoes of forgotten souls, stood a young ghost. His white hair drifted like mist in the realm’s gentle current, his glowing green eyes solemn yet radiant. Gone were the dark locks, icey blue eyes and quiet smiles of Danyal Al Ghul. In his place stood Daniel Fenton—Danny Phantom—the Halfa. Half-human, half-ghost. A being unlike any other. A bridge between life and death.

Clockwork observed him with fondness, a rare warmth in his otherwise distant demeanor. He remembered the moment clearly, the crack between timelines where fate had faltered just long enough for intervention. The Observers had turned away, believing that Clockwork will carry out their verdict to execute the young boy, but Clockwork had seen the glimmer of what could be. He had rescued the boy from his grave and scattered his memories.

He had delivered the amnesiac child to a quiet home in Amity Park, into the waiting arms of the unsuspecting Fenton couple—eccentric, brilliant, and just compassionate enough to raise him without ever questioning the mystery of his arrival. The boy was given a name, a room, a place to grow. And on that fateful day, when Danny stepped into the portal and his molecules split between two worlds, Clockwork had watched it happen with a quiet, satisfied nod. That had been the moment. The transformation. The birth of a future king.

The Infinite Realms would have their High King.

And now, as the Realms shimmered in resonance with Damian’s grief, and Danny’s own presence and ignorance hummed at the edge of understanding, Clockwork let the corners of his lips curl just slightly.

He had never told the Observers about this faint possible of a timeline. The one he saw only once, a future so far removed it flickered like starlight on the edge of perception. This timeline where, both the Realms have their king but he will have a granchild.

Clockwork kept that knowledge close. Even for a being beyond time, some secrets were too precious to share.

As he look at the grieving Damian telling his family a future could have been and Danny enjoying his somewhat normal routine for a young Halfa like him not knowing the immediate danger that is quickly closing in on him.

Clockwork smiled, All in due time.

…...

 PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: Again it got too long for my liking....

PPS: I got a bit carried away, hehehehehe.....

Mmm~ angst

Have you ever seen Skykid chemtrails and wonder what caused them? These are remnants of when a Skykid teleports out of an area (logging out, disconnection, server split, etc).

This can also show as a blue orb.

blue orb photo source: u/sunnyhoon on reddit

ʚ(´꒳`)ɞ .｡✧･ﾟ:* ~♡

Have a question, need help, or want to share a fun fact/science fair project? Send us an ask!

Aaaaa SO THAT'S WHY

Building Graves like Homes

DP-only WIP based loosely off this dcxdp prompt where Danny unknowingly builds his own grave.

===

It starts with a sticker.

That's all it is, really. A stupid little sticker.

Jazz gives it to him as a joke. He did the dishes unprompted, so she gave him a gold star sticker—one of the ones she gives to the kids she tutors on Sundays and Thursdays.

That's wholesome

First color for the @green-with-envy-phandom-event is done! This was fun and I got a Lot More to be done, I hope I can handle it!

lineart by @tytach !

*offended gasp*

I've been threatened!

A related idea to my last post, but if Shang Qinghua was there when the ritual happened and the ritual latched onto Shang Qinghua and his system as well, I can’t stop imagining a situation where Shang Qinghua actually is a god (he did create the universe after all), but the ritual didn’t latch onto him because he was being suppressed by the system and now the systems trapped and his power is unleashed for the first time in his life and he’s gleefully hacking the system glitch to rewrite the system code.

After the system begins glitching, maybe he pokes it in shock and curiosity and realizes he can touch it now and it’s moldable and he’s able to reshape a bit of it into a keyboard that he can start recoding the system from. And rewriting the universe is literally just rewriting the system code (either recoding it is just rewriting since the world was birthed from pidw—a written novel, or airplane knew coding in his last life).

First thing Qinghua does is disable the system from ever being able to control them again. Second thing he does is make the ritual non existent.

An AU of them being actual gods please

Gods that were mortal humans and reincarnated as gods

DP headcanon

Halfas are a paradox, existing as a juxtaposition of both life and death at the same time. The universe really does not like paradoxes and will do whatever it can to prevent it. That’s why halfas are so incredibly rare. However once they exist they are equally hard to destroy.

In order for a halfa to exist they have to forcefully write their existence into the fabric of reality. (This is why portals, something already bending the fabric of reality, Is one of the more effective ways of creating them) But as a consequence of this, as hard as they are to create, they are equally hard to kill. Reality literally had to be bent to create them, and now their existence is part of reality.

In order to permanently destroy a halfa you have to take out both their human and ghost forms. If you only take out one then the other will eventually regenerate it. Even if you separate the forms the universe will conspire to eventually make the halfa whole again.

So....Dani destabilizing.

Danny writes her into the reality itself just to save her, the last of his clones, his cousin/sister/daughter, his family.

Shang Qinghua fell first, Mobei Jun fell harder, Shen Qingqiu quite literally fell from a tree and landed on top of them and he’s kinda just stuck around since

— the MoShenShang gospel or smth idk I’m not a historian

SQH: "I have a crush on my King!" *sound of distress as he melts from distress into a pile of scrolls*

MBJ: "We'll marry in Autumn"

SQQ: ...

"....Aaand him?"

*points at SQQ*

SQH: oh, Him? He just fell from a tree

*S I L E N C E*

Ohhhhh, I relate to the Memokeeper.

My memory's not great. I often might forget what people said a moment ago, what I did yesterday, what happened the last year, did I enjoy it?

Warning: a slight vent related to memories

Fic prompt #11

Dp

Danny found out that he had ghosts magic hair

Have you presented the scene in the movie Rapunzel where she sings and her hair glows?

Danny loved that part of the movie and one day he decided to buy a wing, to cosplay with his friends, except that a ghost attack and when he de transformed the wing was gone.

He and his friends couldn’t understand why, his transformation had never influenced his clothing before

The conversation starts spiraling and someone made a joke about his wing integrating itself with his ghost half because he was too much of a fan.

He started singing the song of the movie and all the sudden his hairs(ghost form) are glowing much more than usual and there are sprinkle in the air.

Sam that had a cut on his finger was now completely healed

So...his core just ABSORBED the idea because he loved the show THAT MUCH.

I mean...if he's THAT of a fan, quietly singing the spell as a comfort at his hardest days, I wouldn't be surprised

Fic prompt #6

Dpxdc

Danny Phantom was slowly come to realizes that he became practically invincible

When he first became a ghost, he had no control over his powers, he didn’t understand them and made a lot an error, some terribly embarrassing.

But the more ghosts he fought the more simple it became.

Even then there were the ghosts tech of his parents, the blood blossoms and other things that could easily be used against him.

Three years after his death, he realized that it wasn’t the case anymore.

He had full control of his powers, he learned way to neutralize every sort of weapons that his parents, the GIW or even Vlad could create, and after a lot of study about magic and occult even the blood blossoms weren’t a problem anymore.

Plus the title of ghost king, that grant him political protection (ghost law were no joke), he couldn’t think of anything with the powers to hurt him.

Not that he wanted to be ended, or use his powers or position for evil, but still it wasn’t something to take lightly.

Nowadays Amity Park was peaceful, his parents and the GIW weren’t capable of doing him any more harm, and he had make peace with mostly of his rougue, so to said that he was surprised when the justice league arrived at his haunt was an understatement.

They also seem to think he was a villain that kept the town hidden to the world (it was the GIW’s fault)

They wanted to exorcise him

Which was absolutely ridiculous, he couldn’t literally be exorcised because he was half alive .

He tried many time explaining that they were being exploited and manipulated by the real villains (nowadays there wasn’t anyone that believed that ghosts were all evil)

There are been a lot of people who tried explaining that too, but that just add brainwashing the city to his crime

He was at his wits end with them, he literally could kill them with a single shot of ectoblast , but he wasn’t an assassin.

Truth to be told he was starting to think that become one wasn’t a bad thing.

In a month of their bullshit, the city was starting to take a toll . He never even attacked them, he just dodged and take the civilians out of the way.

They couldn’t hurt him, but there was always the possibility that they come to realize that he doesn’t wanted any harm on the citizens, and use them as hostages, the only reason the GIW haven’t done that was because they truly thought he couldn’t careless if they died (even if the proves say otherwise).

He tried searching for magical solutions because all the human one failed

He could make them his slave

In this way they would have to leave him alone, he didn’t even need to make anything ominous.

He would just convince their mind that the city was safe and to never disturb him again!!

It was perfect!!!

Doesn't sound like the smartest idea tho, not if he doesn't get all of them that could cause trouble.

Another thing he should think about is, mind control is a villain thing, stopping them from getting into Amity would be the smarter move but, he's desperate ain't he.

He is. He IS desperate.

It's been three months of him avoiding the League's attempts to exorcise him. The damages slowly piling up, the peace of the city being disturbed and the sleepless nights of his vigilante life coming back once more.

Danny's patience is running out.

He looked up and down, close and far to find all the solutions he could find. But the human ways failed and so the magical ones came. In his half-asleep deranged mind the advise of one of the morally grey protector spirits to use the mind control, making them slaves, seems more suitable by the day. His patience is running out. And so does the time their stay in Amity welcome.

At first he outright flinched at the mention of it, the flashback of the Circus Gothica, and the thought was put far away but then...It took him two more months of trying to convince he's no villain, dodging their attacks, sleeping 3, at best 5, hours every day, the count of slightly injured civillians rising by the day (a grandma being tripped, a teen's black eye there, a girl's hair on fire, someone's child uncontrollably crying at their broken plush...) ...Yes, that's the right thing to do. He'll protect his citizens and he'll keep the League away restoring The Peace, YES!!

All is left to do is just as that spirit suggested...

Co-Parenting Clones

AKA "Dead on Main idea where Jason Todd accidentally-on-purpose adopts kid!Dani and Dan without realizing their 'father' is literally the High King of Infinite Realms, Space, and the Dead" prompt!

Ngl, this is somewhat inspired by that one family who's cat had another family and they didn't realize until the cat came back in a little outfit.

Imagine 10-year-old Dani in an Etsy Phantom hoodie and 14-year-old Dan with a spiky bedazzled jacket. Jason's like, "What's that?? I didn't buy that for you??" And they say, no, our other dad did!! :)

And then it just kind of morphs into a divorced-parents-getting-back-together trope where Jason casually mentions his "kids' dad" and people just assume he's separated. Why should he correct them? He's never met this "Danny" guy, but he's still Dan & Dani's other dad and they clearly love him. So what if people end up calling Jason "Danny's husband"? (He doesn't know why Constantine called him the "King's consort" that one time and Constantine really didn't have time to explain before Jason straight-up decked him in the face.)

Danny, who's probably in his 20s or something at this point, is just eating ramen when Sam and Tucker bust into his apartment.

"When were you going to tell us you were married to the Red Hood?? The Crime Prince of Gotham?? Danny, you're married to a legitimate crime lord???"

Danny, noodle hanging out of mouth: What??

So, yeah, that's how Danny finds out he's apparently married. Clearly, Danny has to go searching this evil-ass Cursed City for his wayward clone kids and find out who his "husband" is.

*Danny upon seeing Red Hood for the first time*

"Here's your engagement ring. Do you want a destination wedding?"

No, he'll do it only AFTER Red, Jason Todd Wayne, Hood got confirmed to be a total dork to his kids. I mean, THEIR kids

So I’ve read a lot of Danny was adopted by the fentons but he’s always the twin or younger brother of one of the bats but I just kept thinking what if he was the older brother.

So Haley’s circus has had a really hard year and the newlywed Graysons end up pregnant with a baby boy. Unfortunately they know that at this point they could not take care of him the way he would need and so they reluctantly put baby Danny up for adoption. A few years later they welcome dick and we know how that goes.

Fast forward to young justice age dick investigating a string of thefts committed along the route of Haley’s circus but before he leaves Haley pulls Dick aside and tells him about his older brother. He doesn’t know how to react at first and doesnt tell anyone but Wally but eventually Dick decides to track down his brother and finds this sleep deprived mess of a brother who is basically a trash panda who for some reason has been left in charge of a child.

Danny is super excited to be a big brother and they end up bonding. Either Danny ends up going to college In Gotham or he gets a job there so he can get to know his brother. He of course takes his “cousin” with him.

A few years pass we hit season 2 of young justice and miraculously Dick has managed to keep being nightwing a secret from Danny (mostly Danny was avoiding the Batfam and dick was avoiding Danny when I’m costume) Danny has become like an older brother to both Tim and Jason. Now end of season 2 hits Wally has been dragged into the speed force and Zatanna finds a time to summon the king of the infinite realms in hopes of finding a way to get Wally back.

So they do the whole summoning and as the magic circle is lighting up Shazam or Constantine or dr fate rush in freaking out because pariah dark was locked up for a reason. And then everybody is on edge a figure starts to form in the center and a there was a great big flash (couldn’t help it) and there sitting in the middle other of the circle is Dicks half asleep older brother consuming cheerios out Tupperware with a fork. Everybody is staring at him he stares right back. And says something like oh like you’ve never forgotten to do the dishes before.

Anywho this got out of hand but enjoy 😊

Extra

After the reveal Danny reintroduces Dani as his clone she gets super excited when she meets Conner. Clark explains that he was cloned by his arch nemesis to replace him, Danny looks him dead in the eye says same and the proceeds to continue drinking his smoothie.

I really like the idea of Tim being an Ember fan but resigned to the knowledge he’ll never get to see her because yknow she’s dead fast forward to Tim’s birthday Danny surprises Tim with an amazing “cover band” of Ember… Fast forward after the reveal he’s in his room he sees a photo of the party on the wall puts 2 and 2 together and just Fucking screams. Dick comes running only to find Tim freaking out.

I MET THE REAL EMBER MCCLAIN AND DIDNT GET HER AUTOGRAPH!!!!!

Danny later recounts this to Ember and she happily supplies him with an autograph

Gotta go to work but might add more later

Okay but what if when Jason comes back they just… forgot to tell Jason Danny was dead so Danny just casually walks through a wall and freaks him the fuck out or Danny just feels super OFF to him and he can’t figure out why, meanwhile Danny is getting worried about Jason and his obvious ectocontamination

I will definitely be adding more to this either in the notes reblogs or just adding more here

Okay last thing for tonight

A few months after Dick finds out about Danny, Dick notices Danny giving him these strange looks and after about a week dick finally asks what’s wrong.

Danny asks Dick if he would like to go to the circus with him. Surprised but happy to spend time with his brother Dick says yes. Danny explains that they will have to go through the ghost zone to get to the circus and Dick gets pretty excited because he was raised in the circus and now he might be going to see a ghost circus. They are traveling through the zone for a bit before they come upon an island that looks like a giant clock tower and Dick is noticeably confused and now getting suspicious. Danny just laughs and says trust me ur gonna love it.

Once they get inside they are greeted by a large ghost who introduces himself as clockwork and says how happy he is to finally meet Dick. He then turns to Danny and says everything is prepared you can go anytime you like. Danny smiles and says thanks dad confusing the heck out of dick and Danny says he’ll explain when they get to the circus. They go through a door that opens into a field of circus tents and carnival games. They go from tent to tent winning prizes while Danny explains how his parents were ghost hunters and when they found out he was a half ghost they weren’t what you would call accepting and how afterwards clockwork basically took him in. No need to mention Dan just yet. Eventually it starts getting late and Danny is getting visibly excited as he drags Dick to the big top and tells him this is what he’s waiting for all night. Dick is a little confused until the ringmaster comes onto the stage and yells

PRESENTING THE AMAZING FLYING GRAYSONS!!!!

dick is shocked he looks at Danny who just puts a finger to his lips and just says watch. For the entirety of the act Dick is mesmerized seeing his parents on the trapeze flipping through the air he doesn’t even notice when he starts crying. After the act is over Danny walks dick out of the tent and towards the portal once more but before they go through he stops and turns to dick. He tells him how he’s wanted to come for awhile now so he could see what they were like but didn’t want to go without him. Danny suddenly finds himself being hugged and dick says thank you. They then go back home and dick pulls out old boxes with videos of the flying graysons.

Bruce finds them asleep on the couch the next day.

To add a bit more angst:

They’re there a few years before the accident (so both Danny and Dick have been born but past! Dick is too young and is being babysat somewhere backstage)

The circus has a fortune teller who’s never actually been wrong and tells the Graysons (minus past! Dick bc, again - too young) that the last Graysons will be there to watch their show that night/week or whatever.

They see them in the audience. They’re older, and they both look so *tired*. Even when laughing and smiling they look to have the world on their shoulders.

The rest of the circus notices the resemblance. How could they not? They can see it in not only their features but in how they walk - lightly. Poised. As though the idea of gravity were merely a suggestion. Ready to fly. They don’t say anything though.

The Graysons learns what happens when the show starts. When the youngest of them looks like they’re witnessing a miracle. After all- if the flying graysons were a part of their sons’ (who are together!) Lives then they wouldn’t need to go through the effort of time travel to see even a glimpse of them.

But they can’t do anything about it. They know the rules (the fortune teller made sure they did). All they can do is perform their best. And if they offered more smiles and waves to a certain part of the audience, held a position just a second longer for a picture, it was nobody’s business but their own.

After Danny and Dick leave (vanish) they hug past! Dick tight and tell him how much they love him. How much his older brother will love him when they someday meet.

And when Dick returns home, some of those letter-like entries he had found in his parent’s journals make a lot more sense. And he mourns and cries for them all over again. The echo of a Romani lullaby and the whisper of a breeze that could pass for his mother’s kiss are what send him off to sleep. And he dreams of a timeline where they didn’t have to be separated, and the whole family flies together.

The thing is...I don't think there is a Danny and Dick being brothers and the Flying Graysons alive at the same time, like...that Danny was there by chance, if the living Graysons were alive then there's no Danny. His existence was merely by chance, of this crossover

And that's...devastating

Mixing my two hyperfixation together cause why not

O MY GOSH WOAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

What if... WHAT IF MIKU'S ITEM IS A MICROPHONE AND IT'S AN INSTRUMENT and musical skids will now have their own Miku, I mean we already have AURORA's Voice

mmm cloud

Uhhh Idk but for some reason this pose looks so dynamic!

Father of Villainy

DP x DC Prompt

The Bats of Gotham have been dealing with their Rogues gallery for as long as they can remember, yet a rumor they heard during one night of patrol one of the Bats heard had caused some concern about this 'Father' the goons talked about.

When the Bats began to ask Harley, Ivy, and Selina about this 'Father' person, the reaction from them was not something the Bats expected. The three of them were afraid of this 'Father' person.

'Father' controls ALL the crime in Gotham, with their Rogues being under the control of him. They couldn't get a location as to where 'Father' is for most of the time, as the reformed Villains said that he uses Magic to connect and move his place around all of Gotham each and every day, with a door that leads to 'Father' appearing in the same room as the Rogues once a month for a 'meeting' to discuss future attacks and collaborations.

It had taken a couple of months, but the Bats have successfully created a new rich family with Dick and Damian as the only members of that rich family. They were recruited into the Court of Owls and are about to see 'Father' in person.

Danny's world crumbled around him, and from the ashes, this new world was in its place. Clockwork told him that his world was 'Too out of Balance', so it had reset itself. Only Danny was the sole survivor of the reset because he's the Ghost King, not even Vlad was strong enough to survive it.

Danny had searched for the new versions of his Fraid, seeing that Tucker has become Lucius Fox, Sam is Pamela Isley, his sister has become Harleen Quinzel, his dad had become Bruce Wayne, and his mom became Catherine Todd.

Clockwork had said that the souls of his Fraid wouldn't survive another reset, which was bound to happen soon because the world was 'Out of Balance' again, too many Heroes will rise and Gotham will be untouched by it all. So he makes a decision, he'll be the thing that keeps this world balanced, he'll be the Darkness that the Light of the Bats will provide.

And now, during the most recent meeting with those he's subjugated under his rule, two new Court members greet them, as usual with the Court sending their new recruits to meet him.

Dick and Damian, as the representatives of the Court of Owls, see 'Father' at the meeting. He's a young man made up of shadows, with flowing white hair and piercing green eyes, and he's looking at them.

"Ah, the Nightingale Family of the Court of Owls, it's a pleasure to meet you, Richard Grayson and Damian Al Ghul-Wayne, or should I say... Nightwing and Robin?"

THIS IS SO GOOD!!

Danny being ACTUAL BALANCE HIS PURPOSE even if it means being The Darkness the world needss OH C'MOOOOON! SO COOOOL!!!

He's a young man? What if Danny will look as his 14y.o. self JUST for a moment? Like you blink and you stutter if it was just the trick of light...?

As I understood Richard and Damian are part of his old family before The Reset because.... "Nightingale"??? C'mooon you can't be serious

Tho I'm clueless of WHO they might be...