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Practice Your Skills

“You ever look at someone and wonder how hard it would be to get past their defenses and stab them.

Damian snapped his head to the side, looking at the young boy now standing beside him.

The boy put his hands up in front of him with a wince, “Not that I ever do that. Totally not, whaaaat???”

Damian huffed and turned back around to watch the gala participants.

“It’s just you kinda looked like you were contemplating the logistics of stabbing Mrs.Halterguild for squeezing your cheeks.”

Damian scowled. Then, after a moment’s beat, “It would not be very difficult. She is nearly blind in her left eye, I would be able to approach without repost.”

The kid hummed, turning back as well before motioning to another group to the far right, “What about Mr. Beckensmith, he’s a retired vet right?”

Damian rolled his eyes and scowled harder, “The man has only seen the battlefield of an office as he bribed his way from being fully enlisted and instead managed to pay for increasingly higher ranks and medals. He is a disgrace.”

The kid cocked his head to the side, looking suspicious for a second and then nodding with concession, “Fair enough, I bet I could get close enough too.”

Damian scoffed.

“What, don’t believe me?”

Damian leveled a doubtful glare at the civilian, making it clear by looking him up and down, “Hardly.”

The other smirked dangerously, “If I can get close enough to poke him and get away without being noticed, will you believe me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes but nodded succinctly and watched as the boy immediately took off, making a few loops around other people before finally backing up to Mr. Beckensmith and poking him on the opposite side as a group moved past.

Damian pursed his lips. Interesting. Certainly better than he would expect from an amateur. And an amateur civilian at that.

When the boy returns to his side Damian brushes off the asks of meaningless praise.

“Come on, I did it, now you have to go poke Mrs. Halterguild without getting caught.”

Damian sneers, “And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t believe you either, the woman’s old but I bet she sees you and squeezes your cheeks again. Old ladies just have a sixth sense for that stuff you know.”

Damian nearly growls but sets off on his task. He makes sure to stay on her left side, but the woman turns at the last second, forcing Damian to use a passing waiter as cover to remain hidden and finally get close enough to poke her gaudy dress.

Then he sidles back up to the boy on the edges and provides his best ‘I am more capable than you’ scowl. The boy simply laughs and says, “Who’s next?”

They spend the night like that, choosing each other’s targets to attack non-lethally as though they were attempting to stab them, and Damian finds the gala going by in a significantly less tedious manner.

Right up until the boy laughs at him when he chooses a target. Only one bark of laughter escapes, but it is enough for Damian to consider stabbing him as well. If only with a butter knife.

Instead, Damian grinds his teeth and asks, “What is so different about Masters, do you really believe you would be unable to succeed?”

The other gives a breathless chuckle, “I’m pretty sure even you wouldn’t be able to successfully stab Vlad Masters,” The boy’s shoulders sag even as his jaw tightens with irritation, “He sees everything.”

Damian narrows his eyes. Something naws at the back of his brain but currently the critique of his capabilities takes precedence.

“I would be capable of stabbing Masters even without my favored sword,” Damian scowls and stands taller with annoyance.

“Sure you can, man,” At this, the boy quirks a sharp smile, “If you can actually get him, I’ll personally get you a magic sword,” he says with an air of amused indulgence. Like he thinks Damian is some insipid child saying he will find a fairy.

Damian grits his teeth and shakes the other’s hand, then immediately sets off after his target. How dare this civilian question him! He is the Son of the Bat, this is not even a challenge!

Damian growls as his approach is thwarted for the third time by the man turning in his direction and almost spotting him. How dare he! He will not fail!

Just as he reaches to jab the man in the side, already poised to make his escape, Masters whips around and clamps his fingers around Damian’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Really Daniel I thought we were over-“ Masters pauses, looking at Damian critically as he glares at the man’s offending hand, “You are not young Daniel.”

“Remove your hand from my person at once,” Damian growls.

Instead of listening to Damian’s very sensible directions, Masters tightens his grip and twists his arm, most likely in an attempt to hurt him.

“Now why is a child attempting to-“

Damian doesn’t wait to hear the rest of the man’s words, sliding a dagger into his other hand and swinging towards him, until that hand is caught mid-movement as well.

“Heh-Hey there!”

Damian snaps his head to the side just in time to see Grayson take his dagger and slide it into his pocket. He ignores the bark of laughter he hears from across the room.

Masters’ hand disappears from his arm suspiciously fast, “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure!”

Damian looks over his other shoulder to see his father standing behind him, a thin smile on his face, “Vladimir!”

His father’s figure quickly obscures his vision, putting an arm over Masters’ shoulders in a way that clearly makes him irritated but forces him to follow as he is steered away.

“Dami, I thought we talked about the stabbing at formal events,” Grayson says through a strained smile as he looks over the crowd to make sure no else saw.

“Tt, it was merely a demonstration of my skills, he was in no real danger until he refused to release me. I simply sought to correct that mistake.”

Grayson pinchesthe bridge of his nose, “Demonstration for who, Dames? We all already know your skills.”

“Tt,” Damian scowls and turns away.

Instead of pushing it, Grayson simply sighs heavily, “Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the gala okay? We’re almost done.”

Damian scoffed and waited for Grayson to leave. Once he does, Damian finally looks over to where he had been lingering with the boy.

Gone.

Clearly he’d taken the cowards way out when he’d seen that Damian had been accosted by Masters.

Pitiful.

Damian spends the rest of the night scowling from the wall and looking serendipitously for a head of black hair and blue eyes unrelated to him.

Of course it’s not until they are actively leaving that Damian sees him and immediately splits off of from his family.

He approaches with irritation, preparing to grab the other by the shoulder when suddenly he turns around and blue eyes meet Damian’s green.

“You,” Damian sneers.

“Me,” The other shrugs. He has an amused smile on his face, though it was strained at the edges.

They stare in silence for a minute, before the other’s smile grows and sharpens once more, “I didn’t expect you to actually try to stab him, y’know,” A slight laugh escapes him, “Not that it was unwelcome by any means, but still, unexpected.”

Damian scowls again, glaring at this foolish civilian.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I?!”

The boy exclaims and holds out a hand, smile dangerous, “Daniel Fenton. Or if we’re being technical,” a pause as Damian finally returns the gesture and finds his hand trapped, “Daniel Masters, a pleasure to meet you Damian.”

“Hurry up little badger,” A voice says beside them, and Damian notices that it is indeed Vladimir Masters.

The man approaches, placing a heavy hand on Fenton’s shoulder, making the boy go taut, and then they both step into a dark car, leaving Damian on the front steps.

Damian’s anger flares and he shoots a glare directly to the boy getting into the car. It dies the moment they meet eyes and Damian sees the fear hiding in the other’s eyes.

Fear that Damian is all too familiar with.

Fear that reminded Damian of himself. Reminded him of his own eyes when he’d been under his grandfather.


But why did Fenton look like that?

ailithnight

Had some minutes to think some thoughts about this.

I think Danny should get Damian a magic sword. Even though Damian didn't manage to catch Vlad. Danny should do it as a Thank You for trying to legitimately stab him and also for making the gala bearable for a few hours.

Obviously Vlad has Danny on a pretty tight leash in this, so I'm not sure how he would get a magic sword much less have the freedom to deliver it. But I think it would be a cool thing to have happen next. Give Damian even more questions and reasons to investigate. Especially if Damian catches on that Danny likely risked (and possibly received) punishment to give this gift. Make Damian wonder Danny would do that when Damian didn't even complete tge challenge.

improbably-luminescent

To Danny it was just a gift. Something for the guy who’d made his evening one of the most bearable in months. A bit of appreciation for the kid who’d absolutely been about to actually stab dear old Vlad without hesitation.

And yeah, maybe delivering on the bet either way was a bit of a flex, too: one last extension of their competition. He’d seen the way the other kid’s eyes lit up at the prospect of a magic sword, even under the feigned disinterest. Seen the challenge in them too, the same disbelief that other kid had radiated at the outset of their little game. Well, Danny decided, he’d deliver. A lasting last word to stretch out that sense of something like connection just a bit longer.

Rising to meet that challenge had been… fun. That it had danced deniably close to the edge of showing a bit too much skill was just an added bonus.

Especially once they really got into it. Stabby Kid wasn’t exactly subtle either. Fun to know some of the kids of Gotham probably navigated a city full of rogues about as normally as some Amity Parkers.

Getting the gift and getting it to him was a bit tough, under the circumstances, but it was nice, for a minute, to have something to work towards again. Some goal he could try and accomplish behind Vlad’s back for the first time in… too long.

So, he sent off something cool, expecting nothing else to come of it, except that somewhere out there a rich kid with apparent blade skills would be supremely confused.

He grinned to himself. Totally worth the consequences.

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To Damian it’s a challenge, a call for help, a repayment in advance for Damian’s assistance. (And if he’s more correct about a couple of those things than Danny would admit even to himself? Well.)

Whatever could scare a child with access to such weapons, and to the skills ‘Danny’ had demonstrated, must be serious. Why else would he have devised such a test of Damian’s skills at the gala if not to determine whether he could be of assistance? Clearly, whoever he was, he had read the room well to single Damian out.

Well, now Damian is armed, he was always dangerous, and he does not intend to leave this challenge unanswered.

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Vlad has no idea that, by instigating an attempted stabbing, he’s about to bring down the entire bat clan on his head.

britcision

Okay listen tho

Damian failed

He does not deserve a magic sword, and delivery on that would be a pain in the ass

You know what he gets for trying?

A magic shank

One Danny makes himself, magics with his own ecto and what little he can recall that Pandora taught him before Vlad barred him from the Zone

And okay, it’s not a traditional shank, but it turns out trying to sharpen his tooth brush took fucking forever and then Vlad noticed, and weirdly it was easier to get his hands on an actual pocket knife

That means it has a metal blade though, and that takes to the runes much better than plastic, so it’s a win in the end

And a pocket knife folds up nice and small, easy for Danny to snag spare change to cover and send a small envelope back to Gotham with just the knife and a note

Maybe the note is a bit much, but Damian did fail

“No swords for you buddy, better luck next time - Undefeated Danny”

And if Damian could easily hide the pocket knife for the next Gotham gala and stab Vlad with something that’d actually do some damage, ghost form or not?

Danny’s maybe hoping no big brothers swoop to the rescue next time

It’s almost worth Vlad’s punishment for laughing and setting Damian up in the first place

**

Damian’s confused at first, by receiving a letter at all and then at the pocket knife, but he knows exactly where it’s from

Clearly it’s a taunt, and a poor one; the knife cannot be magical

Except it only reflects green light, and when he leaves it in the cave with the blade open and heads upstairs, he sees the glow from the elevator

Danny got him a fucking magic knife

Clearly this is related to Vlad’s uncanny ability to detect his presence; if Danny is so well versed in magic, the man controlling him must be too

(Dami doesn’t put ghosts together until one of JLDark swear a blue streak at him for bringing the knife to the watchtower to analyse)

improbably-luminescent

Damian’s Magic Consolation Shank is a fantastic mental image.

Love the idea that he brings it to the Watchtower and pulls it out to analyze only for any JLDark members present to scramble backwards like “Where TF did you get a Ghost Knife?!?”

sil-and-seals-blog-something

It would be especially funny if the JLDark members like, backtracked the ectoplasm to figure out which ghost empowered it only to find that it was Phantom, the Protector/Embodiment of Balance, who is (seemingly, mind you) an ancient that has no previous history of empowering anything besides the Fenton tech (which was more personal use). So now it’s painting an even more concerning picture since this kid who has enough favor with Phantom to get such a weapon but is still living in fear.

Just, the whole panic of

“Ghost weapon?!”

“GHOST WEAPON EMPOWERED BY THE ANCIENT, PHANTOM, WHO FAMOUSLY DOESN’T DO THAT?!”

THE KID WHO GOT THE WEAPON IS LIVING IN CONSTANT FEAR DESPITE SEEMING TO HAVE THAT MUCH FAVOR WITH PHANTOM?!

It just escalates into the JLD thinking that there’s a ticking time bomb esc scenario going on (and technically, there probably is, but not in the way that they’re thinking) between Vlad Masters, Daniel “Danny” Fenton, and Phantom.

improbably-luminescent

JLD tries to (politely) summon the ancient, Phantom, to see if he can tell them what the heck is going on here. No one here has dealt with him personally before, but all the accounts of him seem to indicate he’d want to help the kid.

What they get back is the summoning equivalent of the “the number you are trying to reach has been disconnected” message.

For Phantom. The Protector of Balance.

NOW they are convinced some apocalyptic-level crisis is brewing in the middle of Wisconsin.

(Also, if this became a full plot, I think it would be really fun if it all came full circle: if the knife weren’t actually used much, he keeps it on him but hidden, so Vlad doesn’t even know it exists.

Shenanigans and plot happen, rescue attempts are undertaken, Danny and Damian work together to fix whatever it is Vlad did and/or is holding over him.

In a climactic moment, the two of them are fighting Vlad. Vlad is distracted by Danny, monologuing about how he never learns, etc., clearly convinced he’s about to win. Which is exactly when Damian, not actually fully disarmed, sneaks up behind Vlad and finally stabs him right where he’d tried to poke him during the gala. The knife, being a ghost knife, actually manages to do damage, and the two of them are able to incapacitate him.

As the two of them catch their breaths, Damian looks Danny dead in the eye:

Damian: “You owe me a magic sword.”

Danny, laughing breathlessly: “Took you long enough.”)

sil-and-seals-blog-something

Oh I love all of that, every bit-

JLD’s just absolute panic that something blocked the message and that it had to do with whatever is going on in Wisconsin cause that’s the only possible location that Phantom could’ve last been in due to the weapon.

The level of identity and absurd skill shenanigans, Danny & Damian team up to secretly fix the problem that is keeping Danny under Vladms thumb.

The story coming full circle with the “You owe me a magic sword.” and “Took you long enough.” JUST MAKES ME GO ALL GIDDY-

- I just love that it goes from a suspicious encounter to an all hands on deck to prevent a possible crisis from pouring out of Wisconsin. Vlad going from a ‘suspicious person, keep eye on’ to ‘possibly about to start an apocalypse’ is going to be jarring to the heroes who’ve met him (Arrow Fam and Bat Fam mostly) because the most suspicion that they had on him was possible theft, and hilarious for the readers cause, yeah Vlad would cause an apocalyptic crisis (he’s done it before) but he’s not presently doing that exactly (could reasonably escalate to that in a bad ending though).

Just a wonderful circle of misunderstandings, escalation, and Vlad getting what he deserves, especially with getting absolutely shanked by someone he probably wrote off as a non-threat for being purely human.

fisticuffsatapplebees

Maybe as a consequence of becoming an ancient Danny was made vulnerable in some new way that Vlad was able to take advantage of? I've never seen the show so take this with a grain of salt but I'm thinking a la the personification of dream being bound in the Sandman show?

His knowledge of Halfas would make him the most capable of managing some sort of binding magic that might do something like force Danny to listen to him or stay near him or sm. It would be a good way to explain why Ancient of Balance (and maybe space and protection please? (✿˵◕ᵕ◕) ) Danny wouldn't just fucking wreck Vlads ass which might be hard to explain if it was just a matter of Vlad threatening his friends or gaining custody after him parents dying.

It would also be a perfect explanation for why the summoning spell for Phantom didn't work. Because he's already bound to someone else.

sil-and-seals-blog-something

OOOOOOOOOOO

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This tags and everything you’ve put down are lovely!

Also, YES YES YES! I like your thought process. I think Danny could be like, the Ancient of Heroes and Space while being the embodiment of Balance (as his ghost half was immediately born within a portal, which we don’t see for the only two other Halfas. Vlad had a slow process and Ellie had no process. Danny could literally be straight up claimed by the Infinite Realms and Living World equally). We also know that there’s a relic that can mind control ghosts/ecto-entities, so we can build off of that and say Vlad got a relic similar but not exactly like it. Like, if Danny goes against an order, then it acts similar to a shock collar (except instead of a shock, it does either something like draining his powers or something worse than a shock) type of thing maybe, and a relic affecting someone’s power would probs mess up a summoning? Add on some blackmail and Vlad’s able to prevent Danny from fighting back in a human way as well!

Also, yeah, the JLD are freaking out most likely over The Balance not being able to be summoned, that’s like, bad bad news, especially because it didn’t feel like a rejection of the summons, it was a full on “this number can’t be reached at this time, try again later” (like improbably-luminescent said earlier), which has much worse connotations than a simple summoning rejection.

(MAGIC SHANK!)

Also, everyone will feel a shiver of dread upon learning that 1- Danny made a way-too-powerful magic sword and 2- gave it to Damian “Stabby Robin” Wayne Al Ghul of all people

fisticuffsatapplebees

I fucking love all of this.

the-painted-cat

So this is a bit crack-ish and probably out of character for Damian but...

JLD: OMG Phantom made a magic sword and gave it to the Stabby Robin.

JLD, panicking all over again: Okay Stabby Robin, what did Phantom enchant your new toy with?

Damian, embracing the legacy of Robins being little shits: The Power of Friendship.

angryraptor13

Vlad already has a taser thing that zaps ghost powers - the Plasmius Maximus. Maybe he rigged it into a shock collar that goes off if Danny tries to disobey, attack him, or escape?

Also, I'd assume Something Bad happened to Danny's family (probably the Nasty Burger explosion)? Otherwise, they'd level Vlad's mansion to get Danny back. Can't just be a reveal gone wrong, or they'd be out to get Danny *and* Vlad.

silverheartlugia2000

I feel like the artifact could also involve some ghost equivilant of a baby leash. like he cant actualy CLAIM Danny as his fraid without danny's consent due to his new ancient status. but the leash is more of a forced bond thing like the observants have done to clockwork?

It's not anywhere near as powerful as the spell on clockworks binding, but works on Danny specificlly because while having the status of an ancient, he still is only a child ghost age wise. And basicaly getting 'grounded' from the realms prevents him from asking his friends for help plus vlad has the tech to prevent any of them from getting near him in the first place.

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Practice Your Skills

“You ever look at someone and wonder how hard it would be to get past their defenses and stab them?”

Damian snapped his head to the side, looking at the young boy now standing beside him.

The boy put his hands up in front of him with a wince, “Not that I ever do that. Totally not, whaaaat???”

Damian huffed and turned back around to watch the gala participants.

“It’s just you kinda looked like you were contemplating the logistics of stabbing Mrs.Halterguild for squeezing your cheeks.”

Damian scowled. Then, after a moment’s beat, “It would not be very difficult. She is nearly blind in her left eye, I would be able to approach without repost.”

The kid hummed, turning back as well before motioning to another group to the far right, “What about Mr. Beckensmith, he’s a retired vet right?”

Damian rolled his eyes and scowled harder, “The man has only seen the battlefield of an office as he bribed his way from being fully enlisted and instead managed to pay for increasingly higher ranks and medals. He is a disgrace.”

The kid cocked his head to the side, looking suspicious for a second and then nodding with concession, “Fair enough, I bet I could get close enough too.”

Damian scoffed.

“What, don’t believe me?”

Damian leveled a doubtful glare at the civilian, making it clear by looking him up and down, “Hardly.”

The other smirked dangerously, “If I can get close enough to poke him and get away without being noticed, will you believe me?”

Damian narrowed his eyes but nodded succinctly and watched as the boy immediately took off, making a few loops around other people before finally backing up to Mr. Beckensmith and poking him on the opposite side as a group moved past.

Damian pursed his lips. Interesting. Certainly better than he would expect from an amateur. And an amateur civilian at that.

When the boy returns to his side Damian brushes off the asks of meaningless praise.

“Come on, I did it, now you have to go poke Mrs. Halterguild without getting caught.”

Damian sneers, “And why would I do that?”

“Because I don’t believe you either, the woman’s old but I bet she sees you and squeezes your cheeks again. Old ladies just have a sixth sense for that stuff you know.”

Damian nearly growls but sets off on his task. He makes sure to stay on her left side, but the woman turns at the last second, forcing Damian to use a passing waiter as cover to remain hidden and finally get close enough to poke her gaudy dress.

Then he sidles back up to the boy on the edges and provides his best ‘I am more capable than you’ scowl. The boy simply laughs and says, “Who’s next?”

They spend the night like that, choosing each other’s targets to attack non-lethally as though they were attempting to stab them, and Damian finds the gala going by in a significantly less tedious manner.

Right up until the boy laughs at him when he chooses a target. Only one bark of laughter escapes, but it is enough for Damian to consider stabbing him as well. If only with a butter knife.

Instead, Damian grinds his teeth and asks, “What is so different about Masters, do you really believe you would be unable to succeed?”

The other gives a breathless chuckle, “I’m pretty sure even you wouldn’t be able to successfully stab Vlad Masters,” The boy’s shoulders sag even as his jaw tightens with irritation, “He sees everything.”

Damian narrows his eyes. Something naws at the back of his brain but currently the critique of his capabilities takes precedence.

“I would be capable of stabbing Masters even without my favored sword,” Damian scowls and stands taller with annoyance.

“Sure you can, man,” At this, the boy quirks a sharp smile, “If you can actually get him, I’ll personally get you a magic sword,” he says with an air of amused indulgence. Like he thinks Damian is some insipid child saying he will find a fairy.

Damian grits his teeth and shakes the other’s hand, then immediately sets off after his target. How dare this civilian question him! He is the Son of the Bat, this is not even a challenge!

Damian growls as his approach is thwarted for the third time by the man turning in his direction and almost spotting him. How dare he! He will not fail!

Just as he reaches to jab the man in the side, already poised to make his escape, Masters whips around and clamps his fingers around Damian’s wrist with a vice grip.

“Really Daniel I thought we were over-“ Masters pauses, looking at Damian critically as he glares at the man’s offending hand, “You are not young Daniel.”

“Remove your hand from my person at once,” Damian growls.

Instead of listening to Damian’s very sensible directions, Masters tightens his grip and twists his arm, most likely in an attempt to hurt him.

“Now why is a child attempting to-“

Damian doesn’t wait to hear the rest of the man’s words, sliding a dagger into his other hand and swinging towards him, until that hand is caught mid-movement as well.

“Heh-Hey there!”

Damian snaps his head to the side just in time to see Grayson take his dagger and slide it into his pocket. He ignores the bark of laughter he hears from across the room.

Masters’ hand disappears from his arm suspiciously fast, “Mr. Wayne, what a pleasure!”

Damian looks over his other shoulder to see his father standing behind him, a thin smile on his face, “Vladimir!”

His father’s figure quickly obscures his vision, putting an arm over Masters’ shoulders in a way that clearly makes him irritated but forces him to follow as he is steered away.

“Dami, I thought we talked about the stabbing at formal events,” Grayson says through a strained smile as he looks over the crowd to make sure no else saw.

“Tt, it was merely a demonstration of my skills, he was in no real danger until he refused to release me. I simply sought to correct that mistake.”

Grayson pinchesthe bridge of his nose, “Demonstration for who, Dames? We all already know your skills.”

“Tt,” Damian scowls and turns away.

Instead of pushing it, Grayson simply sighs heavily, “Just stay out of trouble for the rest of the gala okay? We’re almost done.”

Damian scoffed and waited for Grayson to leave. Once he does, Damian finally looks over to where he had been lingering with the boy.

Gone.

Clearly he’d taken the cowards way out when he’d seen that Damian had been accosted by Masters.

Pitiful.

Damian spends the rest of the night scowling from the wall and looking serendipitously for a head of black hair and blue eyes unrelated to him.

Of course it’s not until they are actively leaving that Damian sees him and immediately splits off of from his family.

He approaches with irritation, preparing to grab the other by the shoulder when suddenly he turns around and blue eyes meet Damian’s green.

“You,” Damian sneers.

“Me,” The other shrugs. He has an amused smile on his face, though it’s strained at the edges.

They stare in silence for a minute, before the other’s smile grows and sharpens once more, “I didn’t expect you to actually try to stab him, y’know,” A slight laugh escapes him, “Not that it was unwelcome by any means, but still, unexpected.”

Damian scowls again, glaring at this foolish civilian.

“Oh, I never introduced myself did I?!”

The boy exclaims and holds out a hand, smile dangerous, “Daniel Fenton. Or if we’re being technical,” a pause as Damian finally returns the gesture and finds his hand trapped, “Daniel Masters, a pleasure to meet you Damian.”

“Hurry up little badger,” A voice says beside them, and Damian notices that it is indeed Vladimir Masters.

The man approaches, placing a heavy hand on Fenton’s shoulder, making the boy go taut, and then they both step into a dark car, leaving Damian on the front steps.

Damian’s anger flares and he shoots a glare directly to the boy getting into the car. It dies the moment they meet eyes and Damian sees the fear hiding in the other’s eyes.

Fear that Damian is all too familiar with.

Fear that reminded Damian of himself. Reminded him of his own eyes when he’d been under his grandfather.


But why did Fenton look like that?

jamsofdeath0

Fenton makes eye contact with Damian before a determined expression crosses his face. A nearly unnatural wail yells from his rather small frame. "PEDO! PEDOPHILE! KIDNAPPER! HELP!"

Every one starts to crowd Masters and Fenton. Damian does not stray. If he's read this situation correctly Fenton will be coming to him. He's not sure what he's done to make Fenton trust him to help him escape what is obviously long term abuse. He assumes the poking game was some sort of test. Damian had however failed. Masters was obviously the only target that mattered and Damian failed to "stab" him. Whatever it was that has made Fenton place his in Damian he will not fail.

Damian is proven correct in his assumption as Fenton sprints at him the moment the crown lets him. Damian has the hand it to the boy he's made an impeccable distraction for all the adults. Fenton does not slow as he grabs Damian's wrist and pulls him along.

Damian has already started forming plans on how to make Fenton disappear, legally or otherwise but just to be certain he asks "What are we doing?"

"Running away; you're helping" Danny informs.

Again as expected the question is does Fenton have a plan "How?"

"See I knew you'd get it. You got knives right? You stick me as the kinda guy to have knives."

Turning a corner Damian smoothly passes Fenton a knife. He's decided he trusts Fenton's judgement.

"Sick, now I gotta cut out two trackers" Fenton states slicing open his side without flinching. He digs his fingers in the cut and yanks out a small object; crushing it. It's both impressive and angering. They stop. Odd as Fenton didn't even stop while slicing himself open.

Fenton turns to him and states "Imma need your help with the next part. See the second trackers in my ankle. I won't be able to walk after."

Damian is furious. It's such a simple yet devious plan. The only way for Fenton to escape is to cripple himself. Even if he cuts the tracker out he'll be too injured to run. Damian pulls out a second knife.

"Wow y'know I knew you'd have knives, but it's wild I can't tell where you're keeping em. Or even how many you have. Welp here we go. Cut here; NOT too deep." Fenton's clearly losing his composure. Damian will not blame him. He's been quite well so far.

Damian gently pulls Fenton to the ground kneeling beside him. He places the blade to the lateral malleolus. Fenton nods, bites his hand and shuts his eyes. Damian takes his queue and cuts Fenton open. Tracker B is not as deep. Logical if you do not wish to damage the person you are tracking. It almost makes Damian feel better. Damian wraps his wound and states "It is done."

"Thanks" Fenton grits. "Alright, Alright. Look fireman carry me outta here? Is your place good or do I need a find a place?

Damian thinks for a moment. Father would be more than willing to help Fenton. He answers as he picks him up. "Yes, my place is sufficient".

"Cool cool. Gods I hope you're okay with non-humans or this is about to get real awkward. Run straight through every wall you see till we're outta the building, K?"

A tingly feeling overcomes Damian and he does just that. Damian cannot say he had pegged Fenton as inhuman. He thinks this case has just gotten much more complicated then rich pedophile. He's not sure if this is worse or better.

"Nice, we can't use any more of my powers now that we're out. Vlad'll be able to track em. Just take me to your place as fast as possible, maybe?"

"Understood. Is it alright for me to call a ride?" It would be much easier to call Pennyworth but he does not wish to frighten Fenton.

"Ya do what ever, I've already put my neck on the line might as well go all the way. All or nothing y'know."

"Understood, do the cameras need to be wiped?" he asks. Texting Pennyworth for pick up.

"hmm, naw they'll probably help. Or Vlad'll wipe em. He's like me, powers that is. He doesn't want people to know. Cameras will slow him but they'll only help me. Evidence and all that."

That makes things more complicated. Fighting inhumans is always more annoying. It's interesting that Fenton doesn't care if he's outed as super.

"I see, Pennyworth will be here in four minutes. I informed him it was urgent."

"Cool thanks. Don't try to stab Vlad. He'll just turn intangible. I think I'm gonna pass out now."

Fenton does in fact pass out. Damian wonders if it's from pain, blood loss, or shock.

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.... now it's a race against time....

Danny has to stay out of Vlad's hands long enough for the drug to get out of his system...

and Vlad has to find him before he gets his powers back.

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“Master Damian,” Pennyworth calls lightly when he pulls up, “I suppose the bleeding teenager explains why it was urgent. The night kit is in the compartment in the front passenger seat. Do you require assistance or just a ride?”

“Pennyworth,” Damian sighed in relief, “I’ll need assistance eventually, to figure out why he fell unconscious if nothing else, but I can take care of his wounds. He’s running and I was hoping to bring him home under the assumption that Father will not mind helping him.”

Alfred considered that as Master Damian loaded the unknown boy into the back and got out the med kit. “No, I don’t suppose Master Bruce will mind too much, though I do recommend you inform them of this development.”

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The bats are currently trying to defuse a bomb the Riddler set up. As they are fighting off his goons, a baby floats in from nowhere, giggling. The baby spies the colorful bomb and before anyone can stop him, he effortlessly picks it up with his stubby little arms and starts floating away. Everyone immediately stops what they're doing to chase after him.

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When an unfamiliar invention mistakenly turned their son into a baby while they were visiting Gotham, the Fenton parents rushed to ask Edward Nygma to babysit.

Jack and Maddie Fenton first met Edward Nygma early on in their careers at a convention on unsolved mysteries. The couple felt they found a kindred spirit in the man. Edward Nygma had built a career out of a love of studying and unraveling puzzles, riddles, and mysteries. Jack and Maddie Fenton's careers were created out of their love of studying and unraveling a single mystery, ghosts.

While Edward may not share their passion for ghosts, he never dismissed the possibility of their existence or the couple's research and theories. They respect and even appreciate that Edward needs clear, irrefutable evidence to accept any theory as fact.

A long-distance friendship developed over exchanges of research, theories, and opinions. They didn't lose touch over the years, even as the Fentons had children, and Edward shifted his career towards creating escape rooms.

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The Riddler stared at the baby in his hands in shock.

It all happened so quickly.

He was looking over his plans for his next series of heists when a familiar man in orange suddenly burst into his hideout. He barreled through goons without any notice or hesitation, his wife following close behind.

Jack: Hey, Eddie! Good to see you. Mind babysitting?

Maddie: A colleague sent us a prototype of one of their inventions, and it blasted Danny right when he opened the door. Now our 14 year old looks 14 weeks old. We just need you to watch him while we work on a solution.

Jack: Really keep an eye on him. Danny's always been a handful, but he was a nightmare of a baby.

Maddie: Oh, he would just get curious. You just need to be cautious. He's a clever little escape artist!

Jack: He's ungovernable. Good luck!

Maddie handed him the baby, and they left as quickly as they came.

They left!

They just left him there holding their infant son.

Well, their teenage son who is now an infant.

. . . Why did he ever become friends with mad scientists?

He wasn't even a villain yet when they became friends. They seemed nice, just a bit eccentric. They weren't really that strange. A lot of scientists wear matching jumpsuits and create odd, dangerous inventions. By the time he realized how dark of a path the couple was on, he was already walking on a dark path of his own.

Now he's stuck babysitting their son. He's probably going to need baby supplies.

Well, it's fine. This isn't really a problem. He doesn't even need to cancel his plans. He'll just have a couple of his goons look after Danny while he's gone. It'll be fine.

***

It was not fine.

Riddler: Danny! NO!!! Put that down! Stop floating away! Will someone at least close that window?!

Mark (Goon, Babysitter): A closed window isn't going to stop him! He's been flying through walls!!

Riddler: Is that what they meant by "clever little escape artist"?

Mark: Also, we're pretty sure he's been jamming our calls.

. . . Why did he ever become friends with mad scientists?

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These tags are beautiful. Love the chaotic Fenton duo. Also how do I sign up for that ethics committee? 😂

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Riddler: You get down here right now young man! Or I'll call Jazz!

Danny: Noo! Uncle Eddie! I wanna fix it!

Riddler: No! Your sister would skin me alive if you got blown up! Get back here right now!

Danny: Ok. I spose. So I gotta give it to the silly men?

Riddler: Yes. We were playing an escape room and you ruined their challenge. Now give it back and say sorry!

Danny: Oh no! I sorry! Here! I uh. I stopped it!

Riddler: Oh of course you did. What have your parents been teaching you?

Danny: Shoot guns! And make bombs! aNd, and! Fight!

Riddler: Of course they have! Right I am taking you back home. I hope your parents can find a way to get you back to your real age soon.

Danny: Yeah! Is weird beein little again! It makes me feel all funny. Just. I'm so bored! Uncle Eddie, can we play puzzles?

Riddler: Yes Danny. We can play puzzles. Sorry Batman, I will have to play with you another night. Apparently my nephew is not find of my employees looking after him.

Danny: Yeah. They was easy to get away from.

Batman and co. : did, did we really just see that? What the fuck! Did he really defuse the bomb? How! That quickly! Jesus christ!

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One of the batkids (maybe dick?) : is no one going to bring up the fact his parents are teaching him to shoot guns, or????

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Tim: Forget the guns, Riddler said he was deaged. How far? By who? And why? Also, how are they planning to fix it? And why is he staying with Riddler? Uncle Eddie?

Bruce: Research. Cave now Red Robin.

Tim: Yeah. I have so many questions. At least Nygma should calm down for a bit?

Bruce: Hmm, lets hope so.

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Riddler: So I may have befriended mad scientists before becoming a supervillain. They decided that I am the best choice for a babysitter and left before I could get a word in.

Batfam: ....

Riddler: I do not know if they realized I am a supervillain now, Danny kept asking to help with my 'escape room business'. Looking back, I do not think they know they are mad scientists.

Batman: Why are you volunteering this information?

Riddler: You have seen Danny, right? You are my only hope of keeping him alive. I do not want to know what they will do if he is injured.

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Batman: Tell me more about his parents please?

Riddler: Yeah.. I'm just going to give you a copy of my emails with them. That sounds.. so much easier. I've known them since college so...

Nightwing: And the kid was de-aged?

Riddler: Yes. He has all his memories. But no emotional control. It's a bit of a nightmare. Especially, as it turns out he is his town's vigilante. Which puts a whole fun new spin on his relationship with his parents...

Batman: Explain.

Riddler: He has ghost powers. His parents are ghost hunters.

Nightwing:

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Danny: Don't worry! I am goods at not gettin shot!

Nightwing: That is NOT less concerning!

Danny: But, I is 15 really though!

Batman: Still too young to be a solo operator champ.

Danny: But no one else can!

Riddler: You see what I mean?

Batman: I will help with the child. And his parents.

Riddler: I mean, at least they run everything past an ethics board? And follow their rulings?

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Danny has always been somewhat of a compulsive chewer. All the way up through middle school he would bite on the neck of his shirt, or hoodie strings. The portal accident and his newfound Halfa status did not help. In fact, the carryover even in his human form gave him extremely sharp teeth and the strength to crunch metal if he wasn’t careful.


Several years later in Gotham, there have been reports of various chunks of scrap metal, with tooth marks resembling fangs gouged into the steel, being found in alleyways and scrapyards. The bats are not pleased that a new meta has taken up residence and started leaving vaguely threatening ‘messages’ lying around. Anything with fangs and jaw strength like that can’t be good news.

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At one point the bats find a note left in the areas that they had been leaving messages for this new and unknown (dangerous) meta.

It’s a very messy scrawl, but not unreadable, and reads:

“Sowryy forr eatinng metall. :(( Teeeath itchhyyy. I’ll takee it homee. :)”

Danny wrote it after being concussed by a passing ghost and reading the threats left by the bats. His walls and floors are now filled with chewed on metal for itchy fangs.

The note doesn’t help ease the bats paranoia.

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Now the bats didn’t start to worry until they ruled their usuals out

Killer Croc and King Shark can both chew rebar if they want to; they just don’t want to

But Croc is on Coney Island with Harley, and King Shark is somewhere last seen by Constantine so nobody wants to know, so now? Now Batman’s worried

The teeth marks don’t look human enough for Grundy

And they haven’t seen any other new signs of a newcomer on the villain scene

What they have seen? Is the other rogues getting anxious

Penguin’s gone from irate over a broken warehouse door to scared when a half chewed fucking rocket launcher turns up near the Iceberg Lounge

He’s shoring up defences but has no answers when they visit

Scarecrow is fucking ecstatic, already searching for the new meta but he’s not finding SHIT and tbh that is only more worrying

Two Face? As usual he flips between interested and not, literally on a coin. But there’s no interesting new robberies

Only Selina seems to know anything at all, and she’s keeping her silence

The bats aren’t the only ones leaving messages, the entire criminal underground is nearly gridlocked with requests for information about what surely MUST be a visibly inhuman meta

How could he stay hidden? Is he in the sewers? But anyone who goes looking and comes across Solomon Grundy never comes back

And who says Grundy’s the only thing down there? They just don’t come back

Meanwhile Danny’s found a place thanks to this nice cat lady who found him when he was concussed in that alley, explained the bat’s note, and walked him home

He used to be in a shitty part of town but his apartment is much nicer now and all she asks him to do is occasionally crunch some odd bars and gears for her

Selina, with new ways to dispose of private security mechanisms, is hoarding this black haired blue eyed boy specifically and solely to upset Bruce

And because Harley and Ivy haven’t come to dinner to say hi yet

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The Bats just Baffled when they finally meet Danny.

Batfam: but- but the teeth marks! They’re not human! Why do you look human?? That doesn’t make sense

Danny just staring back as he chews on a head cap to a car leaving the same marks he’s been leaving like bread crumbs all over the city.

Batfam: okay… I guess… BUT- but what about the things you bit into?? Like the rocket at Penguin’s and breaking the chain at Two-Face’s and the edge to ouR BAT SIGNAL. Those were threats, right?? You were threatening people? Us?

Danny: bro. I’m not from around here, idk what areas belong to villains or whatever. I just munch on stuff with the right kinda shape… the bat signal was just to mess with you though. Kinda funny ngl

Batfam: …..so you’re just a meta, biting things???? Why???

Danny: don’t insult me. I’m not a meta. And my big boy fangs are coming in and they ache like a mf.

Batfam: so you’re teething like a toddler :D

Danny: laugh at my pain again and I’ll show you what my teething fangs can do to a grown man’s femur

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Just binged through all of @zoe-oneesama ‘s Scarlet lady au, and down back into miracuHell I go. I stopped watching the show seriously a long time ago and now just watch it with my friend in college to have a laugh because god… there are some..writing choices. But honestly I love Zoe’s take on the series so gods damned much. It’s so funny and I love all the character dynamics and shenanigans, and art.

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The band, the music, the dance.

puts on sound 📣🎶🎵

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Ok, I NEED you to understand just how insane even ATTEMPTING this was for them.

1. Playing an instrument is difficult. Doing so in sync with others even more so. Don’t think I’m stepping on any toes saying that.

2. Dancing is difficult. Doing so in sync with others even more so. Still not controversial.

3. YOU AVOID, AT ALL COSTS, MOVING YOUR BODY WHILE PLAYING A WIND INSTRUMENT.  To make the correct, pleasant sounds, you need to be in the correct form. And that form involves your ENTIRE body, even your legs when sitting down.

4. “oh, but I’ve seen marching bands before and-” MARCHING BANDS HAVE ENTIRE SCIENTIFIC FIELDS DEDICATED TO FIGURING OUT HOW TO MARCH WITH MINIMUM BREAKING OF PROPER FORM. A marching band tries to be as smooth as possible while moving, so as not to jar their instrument, mouth, neck, arms, torso, or anything else.These ladies and gentlemen are BOUNCING and still playing properly, what the FU-!

5. AND ANOTHER THING! Wind instruments and dancing BOTH make demands on your breathing, so the fact that they are dancing (making you breath faster for extra oxygen) AND playing wind instruments (making you effectively hold your breath) AT THE SAME TIME is HUGE. Their lungs must be MASSIVE.

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All of that also; the song is Sing, sing, sing (with a swing). If you wanna listen to some of THE SPICIEST big band ever recorded. Its a big hard song and this band does it expertly.

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Dp x Dc Crossover Writing Idea

“Red Robin!”

When he backtracked to find the owner of the voice he was a bit surprised to find a young boy, maybe eight years old if he had to guess, dressed in a red sweatshirt that dwarfed him and a pair of gym shorts that had seen better days.

Not many Gothamites called out to the vigilantes, a silent agreement to stay out of their way and not to look too closely. This kid however stared up at him with bright blue eyes unafraid of getting the Red Robin’s attention.

A fan?

Before he even opens his mouth, the kid gives him a small, hopeful smile, eyes shining with something that reminds him of himself when he was that age and following Batman and Robin with his camera around his tiny neck.

“I brought you a gift,” the boy say with nervous excitement. He enthusiastically swings off the backpack he had on to dig through the contents, taking his eyes off the vigilante and showing his unwavering trust that nothing bad would happen to him while Red Robin was here.

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Winter AU, my beloved. ❄️


One of my favorite tropes is kid with abnormally huge beast friend.

Also, that Wolf took way longer to draw than Bakugou and I wasn't planning to half ass it. Pretty proud.


Fatgum moment where I draw their sizes inconsistently.

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Making jokes about Noir being colorblind/not understanding colors is how we cope with how unbelievably powerful his brain is

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Thinking about how from his pov Noir spent several days experiencing constant shrimp colors

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I actually prefer the sun! But I love the sound of heavy rain hitting a window :)

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A digital drawing of a cute, round frog.

The frog is sitting on the floor and waving his arms. The frog is looking up with it’s mouth wide open, saying: “I froggin’ Love the rain!

The sentence is a blue color, the same color as the blue dots and stripes around the frog, portraying rain.

The frog is a soft green color with a paler green belly. The background is a very pale blue color.

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