Gotham was not a city known for its kindness. Rain slicked the alleyways like a second skin, and shadows crept where sunlight dared not linger. Alfred Pennyworth had seen a great many things in this city. Muggers, monsters, and masked madmen were just part of the nightly routine. What he hadn't expected, however, was to be saved by a ghost.
Or something very much like one.
It was supposed to be a quick errand—a quiet evening walk to clear his head. But halfway down Burnside, three desperate men with more bravado than brains cornered him. Alfred had been ready to disarm the first and disable the second, but he never got the chance. A blur of white and black swooped in, accompanied by the distant, bone-deep hum of unnatural power. The muggers were down in seconds—one frozen to the wall, another knocked out cold, and the third suspended midair by a glowing hand that flickered green.
The boy was there and gone just as fast. Alfred barely had time to register the tattered hoodie, the hollow cheeks, the white hair and green eyes that didn’t seem quite human.
"Wait—!" Alfred had called, but the boy was already gone, melting into the shadows like smoke.
The encounter would’ve ended there—just another strange chapter in Gotham’s nightbook—if it hadn’t kept happening.
Twice more, the mysterious young man appeared. Once to stop a purse snatcher near the theater. Another time to drag a lost child out of a crumbling building during a fire. Always fast, always silent. Always gone before Alfred could properly speak to him.
And always too thin.
It was the kind of thin that spoke of long nights without food. Hollow cheeks, knobby elbows, a belt cinched too tight around jeans that barely stayed up. It reminded Alfred of the early days—of Dick, of Jason, of Tim, of Damian. Of boys who had learned to survive instead of live.
Alfred Pennyworth had a rule: no one went hungry on his watch.
And so began his campaign.
At first, it was subtle. A wrapped sandwich left behind after one of the ghost-boy’s heroic appearances. A thermos of hot tea left conveniently near a rooftop perch. A backpack, clean and durable, filled with protein bars and fresh socks. Most of it vanished, though Alfred never saw it happen.
Then came the note, scrawled in messy, tired handwriting:
“Thanks. You didn’t have to. I’m not sticking around though. It’s safer for you if I don’t.”
The next day, Alfred left a response tucked in the same spot:
“You are not a danger, young man. I’ve seen far worse, and fed far worse. If you insist on continuing your streak of rooftop chivalry, I insist you do so on a full stomach.”
He added a slice of quiche. It was gone by morning.
Bruce raised an eyebrow the first time he caught Alfred baking two loaves of banana bread instead of one. Tim said nothing when the supply order mysteriously included a half dozen extra protein shakes and thermal gloves in medium size. Damian made a snide comment—something about stray ghosts haunting the pantry—but Alfred didn’t dignify it with a reply.
Then came the night it changed.
A patrol gone wrong. Batman caught in a collapsing parking garage. The comms went dead. Nightwing was too far. Red Hood was tracking Penguin. The only one nearby—untraceable, unregistered, and undeniably powerful—was the boy Alfred had been feeding for weeks.
He left the beacon on the rooftop.
“Help him. Please. –A.P.”
Within minutes, Bruce stumbled through the Batcave entrance, soot-smudged and breathing, but alive. Behind him, almost hidden in the shadows, was the boy. White hair. Green eyes. Shivering slightly, but still on his feet.
“I didn’t do it for favors,” the boy said. His voice was hoarse, too young for his haunted face. “I just... couldn’t let him die.”
“I know,” Alfred said gently. “Which is precisely why the offer of dinner still stands.”
“…I shouldn’t.” But his eyes drifted toward the warm lights of the manor beyond the cave, toward the smell of fresh bread and something sweet baking in the oven.
“No one escapes me forever, dear boy,” Alfred said with a small smile. “Not even slippery ghosts.”
The boy stared at him for a long moment. Then finally, like a candle burning out, he sagged.
“…Okay. Just for tonight.”
“Of course,” Alfred said, already turning toward the kitchen. “We’ll start with soup.”
Behind him, the boy whispered a name like an afterthought—like something long buried finally being said aloud.
“Danny. My name’s Danny.”
“Well then, Master Danny,” Alfred said, with the same fondness he reserved for all his wayward sons, “welcome home.”
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“And what the hell was I supposed to do back then?!” Dick growls as he abruptly stands up from his seat and peels away the domino mask from his face in frustration, the sting of ripping it away not even registered. “I was nineteen and Babs was already feeling doubts about us and about the vigilante life!”
“You could have talked to me!” Bruce growls back, his much more controlled than his son’s, his cowl away from his face from the very beginning.
“How?! Could you even have listened to me?! Back then we were always fighting! How I was supposed to trust you?!”
Bruce lets a tired sigh escape his lips as both his fists make controlled contact against the desk, he clearly wanted to punch it hard given how his arms are shaking. “What about Jim?”
“He doesn’t know either.” Dick answer with low voice.
“Dick…”
“Barbara was terrified of his reaction.” The younger male cuts his father’s words.
Bruce gives another controlled punch to his desk as he closes his eyes in frustration and tightens his lips to not curse.
“We told Alfred.” Dick finally reveals and Bruce’s head snaps up in attention. “You know how he knows someone in every corner.” Dick finally turns to look at Bruce and Dick cleans the tears away from his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Remember when Babs went on an ex-change student program? She actually moved to Seattle and spend her pregnancy months there, when the baby was due, I travelled there and spent the whole week with her, a couple of hours after the child was born Alfred appeared with some mysterious government agent woman and she took away the baby. Couple of months later Alfred notified me that he had been adopted and given a name, he gave me and Babs a picture of the family that had adopted him… the same picture that the Fentons had hanging in their living room… please, don’t look at me like that.” He pleads as tears gather in his eyes gain.
Bruce is silent, his hands still fist on top of his desk, his steel blue eyes full of hurt and unshed tears. “Daniel James Fenton.” Another tired – frustrated – sigh leaves the big old bats mouth as he rubs tears away and all of a sudden, his all business, squaring his shoulders and giving one deep breath. “We have managed to place the Fenton siblings under the foster care of Bruce Wayne, they both should arrive to Wayne manor around dinner.”
Dick’s eyes shake as he looks at his dad.
“I do not want you or Barbara there for the first week at least…
“But-!
“This is clearly a very emotional matter and you both as well as Daniel and Jasmine need time to adjust. I’ll talk to the others and Alfred about the situation, but it is up to you and Barabara how you two want to proceed.” Bruce tone was definitive, it wasn’t an order as Batman but as Dick’s father.
“Don’t tell the brood yet… please let me be the one to tell them.” Dick pleads.
“Damian heard Barbara in the comms, Dick.”
“Then just tell him to give me time, that I’ll explain everything.” Dick says as he walks closer to Bruce, his gaze desperate.
“Fine.” Bruce grunts. “But you two better tell Gordon, Dick. He deserves to know.” Dick’s dad says.
“Yes, sir.” Dick agrees with defeated demeanor and shaking voice.
“One more thing, Martian Manhunter and Constantine are the ones in charge of Amity Park and Daniel’s case, do not go asking for information because they have been ordered to not share any information with you nor any other member of the family, specially you and Barbara.”
“Yeah… I get it.” Dick wobbly nods.
Bruce gets closer to his son and hugs him tight. “He is safe now, son. He is back home. We are gonna make it work.”
Dick’s forehead makes contact with Bruce’s shoulder as he tightens the hug and cries on his dad’s shoulder.
***
When Bruce teleported back to the batcave an hour after his talk with his oldest son the only one waiting for him with a worried gaze is Damian, who is sitting on one of the office chairs they have in the cave for meetings.
“What did Gordon mean back there?” The youngest son of Bruce’s quickly interrogates. “Who is that boy?”
Bruce tiredly sighs again as he closes his eyes, when he opens them again is to lock is steely gaze with his son’s vibrant, worried one. “Dick will explain everything once he and Barbara calm down. All I can tell you is that Jasmine and Daniel are now family and that your brother and sister need all of our support and understanding right now.”
Damian’s eyebrows scrunch closer together, his mind making connections. “Very well.”
“Thank you, son. Also, do not tell you other siblings about it just yet, Dick wants to be the one to drop the bomb.”
“Alright.” Damian says as he nods, the boy clearly understanding the severity and privacy of the situation.
Bruce puts one of his hands on top of Damian’s head and messes his dark lock in appreciation as a small, sad smile draws itself on the older male’s lips. “Could you please tell Alfred to wait for me in my office while I shower?”
“Does he know something?”
“Unfortunately.” Bruce says as he allows his hand to languidly fall from his son’s head.
Damian nods and stands up from his seat, walking towards the exit.
“Oh, and Damian…” Bruce calls and his youngest turns to face him. “Jasmine and Daniel will arrive today a bit before dinner.”
“Understood, father.”
***
Alfred is already in Bruce’s office when the big bat walks into it after a calming hot shower and changing into something comfortable, the older man in the room has brought him cheesy-veggie soup with three pieces of slight toasted garlic bread.
Bruce really wants to be angry at him, to feel betrayed so he could scream at Alfred, but he completely understands why his parental figure did what he did; Bruce and Dick were always fighting, sometimes even fists were involved, Barbara was drifting away, finding her own person, then Jason died… yeah, the child was better off away from them back then, that’s why what Bruce feels now as he sees Alfred is a profound sadness for knowing that he is about to break his heart.
“Master Damian told me you wanted to talk?” Alfred asks as he dutifully stands by Bruce’s desk facing the door.
“Sit down, old friend. You are not going to like it.” Bruce solemnly says as he closes the door behind him.
Tim is in W.E., Jason is off planet, Duke is patrolling the city, Cass is in her ballet practice, Steph is at school, Damian is probably keeping his mind busy while painting and Dick has gone to Barbara, so right now it is only Bruce and Alfred.
Bruce sits down on his side of the desk, back to the window, while Alfred occupies the seat that is usually reserved for the mischievous kids of the house; it is Bruce moving away the comforting food what warns Alfred that something terrible must have happened.
“Master Bruce-?”
“I know about Daniel.” Bruce cuts Alfred’s talking. “Dick and Barbara’s kid.”
Horror quickly spreads inside Alfred, if Bruce is telling him this after coming back from a JL mission… oh no.
“Is he alright? Master Bruce is the boy safe?” The older man questions with desperate voice.
“He is fine Alfred, he is safe.” Bruce quickly informs him as he holds Alfred’s hands. “I am not going to torture you with the details, all you need to know is that from now on he and his sister are going to stay with us here.”
Tears rolls out of Alfred’s eyes as his looks at Bruce. “That family was supposed to be safe.”
“We cannot know what the future holds, Alfred.” Bruce speaks as he rubs Alfred’s hands for comfort. “Maybe they were good before but lost their way somewhere in the middle. It wouldn’t be the first time and it won’t be the last. What matter is the Daniel has been returned to us.”
“Goodness.” Alfred mumbles as he cleans his tears away. “What about master Dick and misses Barbara?”
“Dick went to her as soon as all was said and done. I told them not to come for the first week, they need to calm down and Daniel and his sister need time to adjust.”
Alfred nods at Bruce’s answer and cleans his eyes from the tears again. “When do they arrive?”
“Tonight, bit before dinner.”
“Oh my.” Alfred quickly stands up and fixes his uniform. “So much to do and so very little time. Anything else?”
“Only Damian knows, he heard Barbara in the comms. The others do not know who Daniel truly is, Dick wants to be the one to tell them.”
“Understood.” Alfred nods, his eyes shining with remaining, unshed tears. “I am deeply sorry, master Bruce. What I did-”
“Was necessary back then, Alfred.” Bruce assures the older man. “Let’s not think about it anymore. Jasmine and Daniel now is what matters.”
“Correct.” Alfred says, more to himself than an answer to Bruce. “Everything shall be ready by dinner.” He adds after discretely sniffing.
Bruce nods and Alfred walks away, leaving the office’s door open. Once Alfred is completely out of sight Bruce sighs again and when he lifts his gaze, he sees the now cold food Alfred had brought him earlier. He takes the tray and puts it in front of him, eating the cold cheezie soup and bread.
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It all started when a number code flashed across the screen of the Batcomputer while Tim was working on a case.
7 8 15 19 20
Flashed across the screen several times to the point it made Tim think that someone somehow managed to hack into the Batcomputer. It was also a number code he was not familiar with at all. So Tim reported it back over their comms in hopes that maybe one of the others knew what the numbers meant. Because all he managed to figure out from it was that the number code was an alert on the Batcomputer, one that came with coordinates that lead into the middle of nowhere.
Tim was about to join the discussion Dick and Jason were having on it when Bruce silenced them all apruptly speaking up.
"Answer code 2 1 20, sent them to the coordinates attached. I will be in the cave in ETA3 and take over from there."
The sudden silence on their communication line spoke volumes especially when Tim new the numbers was a simply code for Bat. He still did what Bruce asked him to do but that didn't stop the questions running through Tim's mind. He watched on the screen of the Batcomputer how the moment he sent the code in return, Programs started like on autopilot. A map opening that contained nothing at first but then changed into a map of a whole good damn city. Tim could only gap at what was happening on the Batcomputer before Bruce appeared and pulled him away from his seat to take over himself.
Bruce without a beat of delay started to input more codes and apparently access codes too as more and more windows opened on the Batcomputer. Tim did not realise that with time Dick, Cass and Damian had joined him as they watched Bruce work away on the Batcomputer. At some point an audiotrack opened but all they could hear was only static. They thought Bruce was going to run it through one of the noise filtering programs.
But to the shock of them, Bruce suddenly triggered a hidden compartment on the console, causing it to flip over and reveal communication link build in a way non of them had ever seen before. It was silver with green accents and looked far... older and less sleek than any of the ones they used. It was clearly not designed to stay completely hidden if put into your ear.
They watched how he simply put that earpiece on and then replayed the audiotrack.
The batkids shared a look of confusion. Non of them sure what to make of the situation until suddenly Bruce stood up from the Batcomputer.
"Prepare for a rescue mission. Nightwing, Orphan and Robin will come with me, the rest of you will stay in Gotham." Was all the man said before storming of towards the Batplane.
"Bruce what is going on?!" Dick instead of going to prepare asked stoping the man before he could get away from them. "What is the meaning of that code? Aside from the fact that simply translated it means ghost."
Bruce eyed the batkids present for a moment before letting out a grunt. "Ghost is finally ready to join the family."
"Ghost?" Tim echoed confused, never having heard that alias for any of them.
"Father what do you mean, 'join the family'?" Damian chimed in clearly frowning with suspicion.
The man eyed them once more his eyes going over each of his children, it looked like he was contemplating telling them more for a moment before he stood to fully face them and let out a sigh. "Like Clark, I too have clone child."
There was a stunned silence. No one speaking up until Dick did. "How long...?"
"14 years ago"
The silence continued as they all did the mental math. Once more it was Dick who spoke up first, clearly stunned. "You had a clone since I was eleven and now is the first time I hear of that?! You never bothered telling any of us?!"
There was a long suffering sigh. "We got to Danny before he was aged up, he was a normal baby even if created in a laboratory, so it was best for him to grow up normally, with the league we arranged for him to be sent to selected family since I had my hands full with you and-"
"Danny?!" Dick cut in. "His name is Danny? Does he even know about us?"
"Dick." Bruce called out his tone warning. "Of course I kept an eye on Danny's life. And I did made contact with him when the time was appropriated considering some of the things that were happening for the boy as he grew up, however he is not aware that he is a clone and it will stay that way. He will get to know all of you once we finished this rescue mission."
Before Dick or any of the others could say anything more Bruce spoke up firmly again. "Get ready now, we do not have any more time. Anything else will be handled later."
Second part
Summary: After tutoring Steven Universe, Connie Maheswaran is brought to a familiar question.
Sequel to First Time of Consideration.
Created by @borkthemork.
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Suspicions were always a breakthrough to revelation; either by profound curiosity or persnickety cajolery, Connie always found a way to get the answer she craved when it came down to problems in her life. If there was a situational problem—such as with an algebraic equation (with its word sentences and its fetish for formula implementation) that needed more logical thinking than basic run-down memory—then she would zone out for a few minutes to test the pathways she had. Of course, she didn’t fully zone out, but her moments were full of focus, honed in on answering the small question like a dog to a bone.
When it came to Steven, it was a chase for answers that she never expected to be fully requited for. He wasn’t an enigma, per se, but he was definitely someone that she wanted to know more about. It all came down to a few questions, but the most important being: how far will they go as ‘friends’ now that she trusts him?
It’s a silly thought if she pondered about it too much, yet it made sense to her. There was a new feeling of relief ever since that night—nestled in the arms of a legitimate friend, warm to the touch from shared heat—and she couldn’t help but ponder over it again and again and again. Jeez, it made her feel like an infatuated YA protagonist from just thinking about it; it wasn’t like she was leaning towards him for romance like the schlock she’d find at the bottom of a dollar store bin, she just had to wipe her mind of that idea and just think about the main picture.
He’s now her friend. That was the start, but will it work out?
What was supposed to be expected from her?
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Amnesia AU
Part 11
Guys.
Mom!Dani.
Like Dani (or Elle, depends what people wanna use) is now older. She still travels and visits Danny (whose in collage) and the others when she wants to but enjoys her freedom. And it’s on one of those visits that as she traveling across the states, invisible cause she knows she’s in Superman territory, she spots Superman and (Conner) Superboy in the sky.
Now since Dani is a ghost form she doesn’t have a heart beat and since she’s invisible she decides to see if she can overhear some gossip in the hero community goes over without much of a care.
BUT! Instead she starts hearing Superman, who hasn’t come to terms with trusting Conner due to him being a clone and having been created by Lex still. (He’ll get better after getting his butt kicked and chewed out by Dani and Danny but for now, jerk Superman), argue and well, Superboy’s status as a clone is brought up.
Some very heated words are exchanged between the two in their fight and Superman says he can’t trust Conner mostly due to him being a clone meant to end and replace him.
And this, hurts. Not just Conner but Dani too. And she can see on Superboy’s face she knows just how terrible and how deeply hurt Conner is from hearing it too. Superman leaves not long after that and Conner is left behind with his hurt feelings and thoughts.
Dani decides then and there she wasn’t going to let this continue. After all, clones never asked to be made and so they gotta watch out for each other.
Roughly a month later Danny opens his apartment door to see Dani there and a black haired teenager with her. He’s greeted with “Hey Space Nerd, say hi to your nephew Conner Fenton!”
Amnesia AU
Part 16
I really liked the idea of half-ghost Jason, so I did my take on a design for him 😀
Unlike Danny, Jason's halfa mode is closer to Vlad since the death and rebirth didn't happen at the same time.
It looks more like what the person wants to project as vibe?
The spectral cloak was initially there look more ghostly, but then my brain cooked up the idea that it acted almost like a bunch of whiskers, sensing ectoplasm or potential threats around him (like an octopus, idk if it's funny or cursed 😅)
Jason would probably use (maybe abuse a bit) of his ghostly powers after Danny somehow purified the Lazarus waters in his system (Danny, head in his hands : I didn't mean to perform accidental halfa creation).
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The Bats are not having a good time. There is someone killing off criminal left and right in Crime Alley and the culprit is extremely efficient and clearly trained.
No sign of entry at the crime scene. Not even a spec of dirt left behind.
Crime Alley has become suspiciously calm recently.
They whisper about a boogeyman, a red ghost.
(I honestly really want to continue this ❤) Edit: Here is Part 02!