I Am Positively Feral Of The Idea That John Constantine Is An Ex Of Both Maddie And Jack Fenton. Imagine

Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

Cryptid Bruce

Martha and Thomas Wayne struggled to have a child for years and Thomas meets a shady man who tells him that a child will come to them soon

Thomas just ‘??? okaaaaaay’s him but in a week, Martha bursts into his office looking frazzled

“We’re being haunted.”

“….”

“Don’t give me that look, Thomas Wayne. The Manor. It’s haunted. Alfred! Tell him we’re being haunted!”

And Alfred comes in, also looking frazzled but to a lesser degree.

The two explain that things are moving around the Manor without any kind of explanation, but Thomas doesn’t believe them. Until he notices things in his office also being moved. The weirdest event is when they start hearing a child’s giggles. No explanation. None.

Not until Thomas, sleep deprived after going over paperwork for one too many hours, pops into the kitchen and…there is a child. Sitting on the kitchen counter.

The child, a boy, turns. Grins. Waves.

“Hi, daddy.”

—

Bruce, they name him, can melt into shadows. He finds it hilarious. Martha thinks she’s going to go grey at her young age. She adores him. Thomas adores him. He’s their son now.

The Waynes have a mysterious child, but they keep their private lives very private, so maybe they just successfully hid a pregnancy? And then a child. For…three years. They think Bruce is three, at least.

Despite how odd of a child Bruce is, they love him dearly. He’s some kind of miracle. A…very weird, possibly magical(?) miracle.

—

Dick thinks his adoptive father is strange. Extremely strange. Bruce makes absolutely no noise when he moves. He doesn’t cast shadows but he seemingly is able to *blend into them*. His smile, whilst genuine, seems a little too sharp.

He thinks he’s a vampire.

Bruce laughs so hard, he doubles over.

“No, but I am the Batman, so I guess you’re not far off.”

“…is this a joke?”

“Nope.”

“A dream?”

Bruce pinches him and Dick yelps.

Bruce doesn’t explain to Dick what he is, because he doesn’t have a clue himself. He just…is.

—

But when Jason comes along, he has a million and one questions. Bruce blinks at him.

“How did you do that? You literally *melted* into the shadows!”

Bruce shrugs.

“No. *No*. Explain.”

“I…can’t.”

“You said no secrets, B!”

Bruce puts his hands up defensively. “It’s not a secret! I really don’t know! It just…kind of happens.”

Jason stares at him. Bruce stands there. He seems to flicker? The edges of his body go a bit transparent and Dick knows he only does that when he’s stressed.

“Leave him alone, Jay. He’s telling the truth. He’s just…like that. But he’s still Bruce.”

It takes Jason two months to accept it. By then, his questions are more from genuine intrigue and wonder. He hides under Batman’s cape and somehow it’s spacious? It can even fit Dick at the same time. No one (but Bruce) can even hear them when they’re under there.

And then one day, when he goes to take a nap under Bruce’s cape, someone else is there.

“….B?”

“…”

“You know what I’m going to ask.”

“…”

“*Bruce*.”

“No real names, Robin.”

“No one can hear me!”

“…I didn’t kidnap him.”

“What his name?”

“Timothy Drake.”

“FROM DRAKE INDUSTRIES?”

And Tim wakes up, rubbing his eyes. He looks exhausted and way too skinny, and all of a sudden, Jason understands why Dick has cooed at him the first night Bruce brought him home.

“Um…hi.”

“B, we’re keeping him.”

Jason doesn’t need to see Bruce’s face to know he’s smiling.

—

Damian just…appears. Bruce suddenly understands his parents’ reactions to his first appearance because nearly the same exact thing happens. Bruce wakes up from a nap. He doesn’t need to sleep very often, something Tim finds incredibly annoying, declaring it to be *unfair*. He wakes up, and curled against his chest is…a boy. Who looks a *lot* like him.

“Uh.”

The child wakes up, blinks at him w striking green eyes.

“Hello Father.”

What the fuck.

Dick slams his way into Bruce’s office, followed by Jason and Tim, who are bickering with each other.

“DAAAAAAAD, THEY WON’T SHU- oh. Steal another kid?”

“…he just appeared.”

“That’s the excuse you used for Jason.”

“No. Literally. I fell asleep. No kid. Woke up. Kid.”

“My name is Damian.”

“That’s no fair. You came pre-named?”

Damian is as odd as Bruce. Actually, he’s weirder. And stabby. Bruce finds him *delightful*. He adores him.

—

Dick is Nightwing, Jason is Red Hood (no death, he just thought it was a cool name), Tim is Red Robin, and Damian’s Robin.

Bruce is Batman. Despite being in his late 30s, he still looks like he’s in his mid 20s.

—

Batman stands in front of a bank robber who’s going on about their evil bank robbing plans. Nightwing pops his head out from beneath Batman’s cape.

“Can you get to the point?”

Red Hood pops out next.

“I’m getting bored.”

Red Robin follows.

“This is sad.”

Damian.

“Scum.”

Batman sighs.

“Why are all of you here?”

“Missed you.”

They all chime in.

The robber.

“How…how the *fuck-?*”

“Language. There are kids around.”

“B, I’m 23.”

“Says the boy taking a nap in my cape. And I was talking about Red Robin and Robin.”

“…’s comfy.”

“I’m eighteen???”

“F- Batman! I am not a child!”

There’s some shuffling sounds, no doubt Red Hood moving over to ruffle Robin’s hair.

“Whatever you say, Tiny Demon.”

And then Red Hood shrieks.

“No stabbing your brothers, Robin.”

“He called me small!”

“…you are.”

“This is insulting, F- Batman. I will grow to be as big as you. No. *Bigger*.”

The robber watches in confusion, mild amusement, and horror.

Batman sighs.

“We’ll talk about this later. Now, you were saying? Blowing up the bank, terrorizing the people.” Batman yawns. “Anything else?”

“Just take me to Arkham. I think I’m insane.”

Anchor

Tim Danny knew he would go far for family but it wasn't until now that he realized how far he literally would go.

Danny looked at the positive pregnancy test on the bathroom counter and tried to stop his tears both the joyful tears and the ones of anger.

He hates Vlad now more than ever for how he never decided to stabilize Dani. Even now that Danny is no longer Danny Vlad’s mistakes will still come back to bite him. 

Dani's decision to help Danny figure out what was going on ended up with her almost dying. Her core would have been destroyed if Danny had been a second later. 

Everyone's pretending things are back to normal.

Danny now has to figure out ways to hide this and how exactly he's going to tell anyone. The obvious answer is to not tell anyone and go into hiding, but after everything that happened someone's going to come look which means Danny is going to have to hide in plain sight.

Sometimes Danny regrets trying to help because in the end all it got him his throat slit, his entire identity ripped away and assassination attempts in his own home. Danny has no idea why he thought it would be any different now that Bruce is back.

Jason is barely civil with the family.

Dick has left the second he no longer has to be Batman. 

Stephanie has joined Cass and Hong Kong.  

Barbara is only talking to people when she's on Oracle Duty.

Damien is one bad Mission away from trying to kill him again. 

That's not even mentioning Bruce who is just living in ignorance that everything has not gone awry.

Denial is a strong thing. 

Danny doesn't even know why they agree to this. well they do know but they don't know why they didn't talk it out first.

they'd gotten quite good at getting all the logistics before they do something rash but they'll always be a Fenton running head first. All they want is for Dani to be safe after everything that happened; they are all secondary to Dani's well-being.

Danny forgot how unconditional love felt they are not going to lose the one person who cared about them 

Damian gets sick for the first time after going to the manor and immediately reverts to the sad little kid that he used to be whenever he got sick back at the loa, complete with sniffles and wanting his big brother to comfort him.

-

Eyes welling up slightly, Damian sniffed before shuffling forward and pushing the bedroom door open, letting light from the hall spill across the room, illuminating where Jason was passed out across the bed, star-fishing on his stomach and half covered by a blanket. Sniffing again through his blocked nose, he raised a fist to scrub at his tired eyes and opened his mouth.

He coughed pathetically. “Todd. Todd.”

Jason shifted in his sleep, but did not wake. A whine slipped out of Damian’s throat.

“To-odd,” He coughed again. “Wake up.”

Jason’s eyes pressed together tighter as he gradually came to consciousness, immediately rejecting the light pressing against his closed eyelids before he cracked them open, squinting in confusion. “…What…. Dami..?”

“Todd.” He demanded. Jason woke up properly this time, blinking rapidly to get used to the light and lifting his head slightly, staring at the younger in pure bafflement. Damian sniffed again, looking at the floor as he continued, “I threw up…” Another sniff, and he wiped his nose on his pyjama sleeve. “I require assistance.”

Jason’s mouth dropped open. It shut again, before opening, and then seeming to flap open and shut a few more times before he finally settled on asking, cluelessly, “…Where’d you throw up?”

“Next to my bed.”

Eyes narrowed in even more incredulity. “Y-your bed at the manor?”

He nodded his head sadly, and Jason let his head faceplant back into his pillow.

Muffled, barely audible, Damian heard; “You threw up at the manor and decided to come to Crime Alley to tell me about it?!”

Damian hiccuped, nodding his head even though Jason couldn’t see it. Eyes becoming wet again, he whined indignantly, “I wanted Ahki!”

Jason groaned loudly. After a moment, he thumped the mattress next to his head in frustration before resignedly pushing himself up and getting to his feet.

“You’re damn lucky you’re fucking cute, habibi.” He muttered tiredly, reaching over to grab one of Damian’s slightly sweaty hands as he walked past, heading straight to the front door of his safehouse. “Come on then.”

Damian sniffed miserably, nodding as he walked with his brother.

-

and that was how Bruce found out that 1: Damian was sick, and 2: Jason fucking Todd was still alive and in Gotham

going to get a glass of water at 3AM to find Damian stood in his bedroom’s doorway, watching Jason, who was wearing nothing but a pair of sweats, knelt on Damian’s bedroom floor with a bunch of cleaning supplies, faithfully cleaning up Bruce’s youngest son’s vomit.

“What.”

Jason glanced up at him, rinsing a rag in the tub of water next to him. “Yeah, yeah, I fucking know. Look B-, kid has the flu. It’s three AM. Can you just go get a bowl to put by his bed and leave this reunion shit for tomorrow?”

Jaw dropped, Bruce glanced down at his youngest, who scuffed his feet and hiccuped again.

“I don’t feel well…” He borderline whispered, sniffing. “I wanted Ahki.”

“I’m here kiddo,” Jason sighed, scrubbing the carpet. “Let me finish this and then I’ll make tea and read to you, alright?”

Damian nodded pathetically. Bruce blinked. It was too early for this.

“Which bowl should I get…?”

Short DPXDC Prompts #748

Hanahaki AU, Jason’s flowers are Blood Blossoms. No one knows why his affliction hurts him more than the average diseased person.

Do it for the Striders

It would be interesting if Pit madness acts like a parasite. The reason it normally goes away with other is the Pit Demon starves and dies after eating excess Ecto left on the body. The more liminal one is, the longer the pit demon survives. The thing is Jason is undead on his own, crawled out of his grave and everything those 'produces' his own Ecto that the the Pits feed on to survive, leaving very little to Jason, just enough to survive and have alight enhanced healing.

The fun part starts when Vlad over shadows Jason and the Pits found a better source than a 'malnourished' revenant. Just Imagine Vlad accidentally catching the Pit parasite and it all transfering to Vlad. A more abundant and healthy source and can cause more proliferation. Unlike Jason whose mostly alive, shit start to hit the fan for Vlad because he's only half alive and sustained by his ghost half so he's a lot weaker now to reserve energy.

This also allows Sam, Tucker and Val to take center stage since can't let Phantom catch Ghost Parasites. Fenton parents hunting Plasmius for 'being and evil ghost hive mother' and 'trying to take over the amity ville with it's evil ghost spawns'. Not to mention how the rest of the Zone will treat Plasmius. "Ew, where have you been. It's what you get for overshadowing random people"

I want Jason and Danny get a relaxing doctor's visit, complete with 'vaccinations', ghost health talks, and out-patient prescriptions. Danny and Jason teaching each other, one being a ghost while the other, proper vigilante training on top of school work. There are no ghost incidents because no Ghost wants to catch Vlad parasite/Pit demons that's proliferating. Just them hiding away in the fortified Fenton home tutoring Danny because he desperately needs help. Jason seeing the Team Phantom in action, the Fenton Parents, GIW, Vlad masters with the perfect excuse that the only report he has on Phantom is him being a halfa, half human, thus by default became a gatekeeper as well as a diplomat of good reputation to the other side and 'definitely' not a 'violent' menace nor non-sentient or malicious.

When Mr. Lancer got promoted to Vice Principal, the school hired a new English teacher, an out-of-towner who wasn't phased by all the ghost stuff. For the first assignment of the year, he asked them to write a paper on any Shakespeare play they'd ever read.

The Monday after the paper was due, Mr. Todd asked Danny to stay after class. Danny frowned; he thought he'd done really well on the paper! He turned it in early and everything!

The teacher waited until everyone had left before asking, "Kid? Is everything okay at home?"

On the desk lay his paper, titled: "Why I Should Totally Kill My Godfather: An Essay About Shakespeare's Hamlet, I Swear".

Ghost chirps au but instead of the cute little bird songs and peeps it’s just-

“CAW”

Like a giant crow or flock of crows if there’s more than one ghost. Danny being able to gather all of Gotham’s crows, as a giant army because he sounds like them.

Crows: Who tf are you

Danny: CAW

Crows: Say less homie

He’s named every last one of them and has trained them all to pick locks and steal. He’s respected by the crows because he’s the only one with dexterous hands. If they can’t open something they call in the big guns (AKA Danny) Like imagine being a Gothamite and watching a enormous flock of crows seemingly summoning a scrawny child out nowhere to unlock a dumpster? Like they’re crowding around him like he’s the messiah, a god even and they all just squawk in unison when the kid pulls out a bobby pin and picks the padlock. They’re dropping, coins, bottle caps, earrings, bullet shells, anything vaguely shiny and the occasional paper money into his hands.

The kid has a necklace of soda tabs and bottle cap earrings. He also just walks around collecting beer bottles and later sells little glass statues that have a bioluminescent glow (HC that Danny can melt and shape glass with weaker ecto blasts) Glowing glass jewelry is weaved into his hair that is seemingly a identity confirmation for the crows.

Nobody knows the kids name he just showed up one day with his massive army of crows and started to wander. After around a month of the kid wandering around without a care in the world and not dying the locals decide “Huh, I guess crow prince is here to stay,” Like, they accept him as a local cryptid.

Like “Yeah, crow king just kind of vibes but if you give him food, he’ll bash in a pedophiles kneecaps,”

Shit goes down When Danny discovers his chirps can also sound like geese.

now people will wonder if this is a case of a Dr. Freeze and Nora. Omg, a lot of people in Gotham will fucking think that, god forbid Jason actually resurrects then they definitely will get a visit from Dr. freeze.

Bruce Wayne wakes up in the past, five months after Jason Todd died, and spends most days sat beside the grave because he never found out exactly when Jason had come back and he wanted to be there to save him when he did.

From an outside perspective, everyone is extremely concerned.

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