Twin Damian And Danny.

Twin Damian and Danny.

The LOfA have fountain tellers. As babies they are ordered to look into what will be their fate.

Danny first as the oldest Ra is told he will one day rule over him. Ra will be forced to bow to him.

Ra won't have that and has him dealt with. Only the person does have heart. And just leaves him somewhere he knows the baby will be found.

Toddler jazz to the rescue.

Years later Danny is king

The elderly fortune teller who probably was told to dispose of baby danny, would had place him in a straw baby carrier, putting him somewhere in Illinois forest where a couple of people were hiking. She wasn't doing this for the child safety but for Her own selfish reasons and one of those reason was to see Ra being forced to ruled over.

She wanted desperately to see the look of horror on his face like in her visions, for all the grief, the pain, and the horror he had put her family through for her and her sister talents of foreseeing visions. She hated him to her very soul, after what he had done to her, her beloved..

This wasn't the time for tears as she placed the babe safety nearby, only taking once glance before disappeared between the trees.

Only for 4 year old Jazz to find a baby in a basket in the middle of the woods on her crazy family reunions. Bringing a baby to the reunion seem like a good idea at first...

As she became a attached to her lil adopted brother, and help him grow along the ways, saving the town occasionally as she later found out that he was danny phantom to saving the world from pariah king and evil Dan grasp. To see him be crowned as high King of the ghost Zone but later on known as Infinite Realms.

She stood by his side wearing the fright knight armor during one of his duty of sealing the nasty Ectoplasmic seeping into dimensions, watching as he made a mass groups of assassin and their derange leader bow due to being liminals and apart of Danny's kingdom, as she slashed Ra's chest with her Nightmare Sword, sending him to the very nightmares realms until Warden get his hands on him later for all the crimes he committed.

Dimensional traveling Prince!Danny Fenton & Obsessed but still somewhat sane and logical! Damian Wayne

Just a random DeadSerious prompt I thought of at like 2am :>

Clockwork stumbled upon a peculiar universe where a group of humans had been engaging in bizarre activities. Recognizing the need for investigation, Clockwork assigned the newly announced Prince Phantom, a 14-year-old named Danny Fenton, to venture into this realm. It was a training opportunity for Danny, preparing him for his future role as King. Through a portal, Danny found himself suspended above the Lazarus pit, with Ra's al Ghul standing below him. Fortunately, Danny was dressed in his regal attire, which inexplicably aged him to 18 years old, sparing him from too much embarrassment. Ra's began questioning him, leading to a discussion about the potential dangers of the pit.

During his stay, Danny crossed paths with Damian, who was in the midst of his training. The 7-year-old assassin-in-training wasted no time in challenging Danny to a duel. As expected, Danny emerged victorious, leaving a lasting impact on Damian. Danny revealed that he too was an heir to a throne, possessing strength, power, and a tolerable personality, as Damian had previously remarked. These qualities managed to thaw Damian's cold and unyielding heart, finding a special place within it. From that moment on, Damian began courting Danny using the rituals he had learned from secret books in the league's library. He showered Danny with small gifts, heartfelt letters, acts of service, and even presented him with his second favorite knife.

In the meantime, Danny had been well aware of the situation right from the beginning, and he wasted no time in creating distance between himself and the child. Forget about it! Sure, he might be clueless at times, but he's not foolish! When a child hands you a thornless Rose and affectionately calls you 'Habibi', 'Rohi', 'Hayati', 'Albi', and/or 'Ya Amar'—even though he may not fully understand the meanings behind those words, he definitely knows what 'Habibi' means—you can't help but have doubts, you know?! So Danny tried his best to keep the kid at arm's length, not wanting to give him false hope. After all, the kid was only 8 years old for crying out loud! But you have to give it to the kid, he was incredibly stubborn and persistent.

As time went on, two whole months flew by, and Clockwork finally informed Danny that there was no longer any need for him to investigate or keep an eye on the pit. When Danny asked for an explanation, the old man, true to his cryptic nature, simply delivered a mysterious message and left, much to Danny's annoyance. All he could do was leave a letter of explanation for Damian. Damian's heart shattered into a million pieces when he read the letter, realizing that he would never be able to see or even meet Danny again, as they belonged to different dimensions.

Time flew by and it was finally the moment to reveal his secret identity to his parents as Phantom. Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned and he ended up being captured by the GIW, strapped to a surgical table for three days. After escaping, he made a quick exit from home, promising his friends and sisters that he would keep in touch. Clockwork then whisked Danny away to another dimension, sensing that he needed a change of scenery. Dropping him off in a crime-ridden city with just a backpack of essentials, including a dagger from Damian. As he transformed back to his human form in Gotham, he pondered his next move. Suddenly, a young vigilante? Hero? appeared and whisked him away through the city with a grappling hook. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse!

Damian, now taking on the role of the vigilante Robin, was out patrolling alone. His father wanted him to gain more experience on his own. As he made his way through the city, he noticed a faint but distinct bright light coming from one of the nearby alleys. Curiosity piqued, he decided to investigate.

To his surprise, he saw his beloved from years ago emerging from a strange green portal. Gone was the royal attire Damian was accustomed to seeing him in. Instead, he was clad in a black and white HAZMAT suit, with a symbol in the center. And astonishingly, he even held the second favorite knife that Damian had given him all those years ago.

In a matter of seconds, his beloved transformed into what Damian believed to be a Wayne adoption bait. Without hesitation, he sprinted towards them, landing in front of them and carefully assessing the situation. In one swift motion, he slung his beloved over his shoulder and shot his grappling hook, swiftly taking off with them.

Damian wasn't sure what he would do next, but one thing was certain - he would never let his beloved out of his sight again. He had lost him once, and he refused to lose him again. His possessiveness over the things and people he considered his had grown stronger.

Perhaps he would find a way for them to sign marriage papers, or at least become engaged, despite their young age. Of course, it would only happen if his beloved, Danny, agreed to it. Consent and trust were crucial in any relationship, after all. If Danny disagreed, Damian would resort to the courting rituals his mother had taught him. The conventional methods from books hadn't worked, so he would try his mother's unique approach. Granted, he was technically kidnapping him, but it was only a few steps ahead. Damian was determined to win his beloved's heart, no matter what it took.

thought: what if jason had the ability to see ghosts but only when tired. so he ends up thinking he’s hallucinating and doesn’t tell anyone because thats tims thing

There is a little girl singing nursery rhythms and spinning in small circles. Now usually, Jason wouldn't find that too out of place. Kids always found the strangest things entertaining.

No, what was strange was that the little girl was floating just above the rails of the stairway. She looks like a poorly edited clip slapped onto the backdrop of the gala he has been dragged to.

She's wearing a red dress and a large bow in her hair that seems to have been stolen from Alice on her way to Wonderland. Her skin had a greenish hue, and a slight glow was coming off her, reminding Jason of a miniature night light.

"Huh," He mumbles, taking another sip of the water he picked up. Bruce is the one who pretends to get sloppy drunk at all the parties, while in comparison, Jason has gained a reputation for never touching alcohol. It says a lot about how powerful the Waynes are if his presence ensures the hosts have other refreshments ready for him.

This means that the little girl is not a drunken hallucination. Maybe he's more tired than he thought.

"What is it?" Tim asks to his side. His disgusting CEO smile is still firmly in place, a twist of the lips that belie the hidden tension. Tim would appear relaxed and enjoying the party like any other elite if anyone glanced in their direction. "Trouble?"

The little girl is sticking her tongue out at some teenagers heading her way. She's not doing anything but making faces at random guests that walk by. "I don't think so."

"What is it then?"

Jason had a choice here. He could mention the little girl, but that would mean admitting he could see her. Based on the way, literally, no one is reacting; he's the only one that can.

She's likely another hallucination.

Jason has been getting those since he was young, usually due to a lack of sleep. Just last week, he saw a butcher wandering the streets of Gotham, wearing the highest heels he had ever seen. That had been after the five-day mission with the OutLaws, where he thinks he only had a chance to sleep maybe three times.

He should go home before the little girl starts doing something weird.

Not that he would ever let the rest of the family know, especially Tim. Seeing things that aren't there is Tim's thing, and Jason has teased him too often over the years about it to start admitting he's got the condition too.

He nods his head at the teenagers. Tim turns his body slightly, allowing his gaze to take in what he's looking at without making it obvious he's staring. Apparently, he can't make it known he's interested in someone. Ugh, another rule of high society that Jason will never bother to understand. "I've never seen them before."

He means the two accompany Samatha Manson. He's aware of the inventor's granddaughter, seeing as her family had ties with the Waynes, distant as they may be. It was Waynes who bought the rights to her grandfather's inventions many years ago, and his son was the one that started investing in some smaller shell companies of Waynes, further building the family fortune.

Jason didn't see her often at galas because while the Mansons were wealthy, they were new money. They had no connections, mannerisms, or mindset to be welcomed by the elites.

"Daniel Fenton and Tucker Foley. Foley is in the brown suit, Fenton is the one in the black one." Tim identifies quickly. He probably went over the gala invitation guest list to memorize everyone attending even though it wasn't a gala they were hosting. "Her best friends. Nothing that stands out too much about them except for Fenton. His parents are independent ghost hunters and researchers."

Jason blinks down at this brother. "Ghost hunters?"

Both brothers know how real ghosts can be in their line of work, seeing as Deadman has helped them with some cases before. Still, it's surprising to find civilians who are that close to the undead.

"More Ghostbusters than actual hunters." Tim shrugs when he gets a confused frown. "I looked into them to make sure Fenton over there wouldn't be a danger once in Gotham. His parents' inventions are marketed as ghost-hunting equipment but are authentic weapons. He's been known to show signs of rouge potential behavior."

Jason looks back at the black hair boy who is......talking to the little girl? Or trying to? She is spinning again, floating up to the chandelier, not caring for the teenage boy leaning over the railing towards her as Foley and Manson stand guard. If they trying to be inconspicuous, they are doing a poor job.

Jason spots Damian approaching the trio with a tense set of his shoulders. His youngest brother taps his finger against the glass in his hand in a specific rhythm.

If any of the Bats have seen Damian- which is all of them, given that everyone in the family always keeps an eye on Damian at galas- they have all been told the same message.

Possible jumper.

Granted, without the little girl, it looks like Fenton wants to take a leap over the railing. That's worrying.

Tim proves this by tilting his chin slightly in their direction, shoulders also tense. "Let's go."

Jason follows after Tim, trying his best to not make it obvious they are freaking out about a possible tragedy about to happen. Damian, thankfully, has already reached the teenagers but is stalled by Manson.

He can't hear what she's saying, but she's matching Damian's angry scowl with her own. Seeing the only two goth kids standing off with each other is hilarious.

Damian had told Bruce a few months back that he wanted to try and change his civilian persona a bit and had taken their dad's credit card with Raven to do shopping.

He's come back as a goth, giving Bruce a near heart attack, as Damian changed out all his suits to have a scull somewhere on his person at all times. Jason thought it was the best cover plan the brat could have ever done.

Mason's right eye twitches when she sees them, but other than glaring harshly, she doesn't say anything as they come up to stand behind Damian. Tim is in the perfect place to sludge for Fenton should the boy throw himself over. Jason is to tackle the two teenagers should they try to stop his brother.

"Dude, it's okay. Danny always does that," Foley assures as they finally climb up to them. "He's really into, ugh, parkour."

"It's dangerous," Damian particularly bites. Looks like someone needs more sensitive training.

Fenton stops trying to lean over the rail to glance over his shoulder to Damian. "I'm okay. Thank you for worrying about me, though."

Jason is standing in the prime location to see Damian's haughty expression melt away into startled wonder. He watches a tiny bit of red appear on the cheekbones of his youngest brother, and for a moment, all Jason can think is how much he will have fun teasing the boy later.

Gosh, if he wasn't so tired he would realize he wasn't the only one who noticed.

"He's red like a tomato!" A feminine voice chirps, and he can't help but laugh at the comment. Damian's face is slowly turning redder by the curious head tilt Fenton does in his direction. Cute.

"You got that right, kiddo, so red he's ripe for the picking. " Jason smirks down at his brother, who, for his part, dares to look confused.

"What are you babbling about?" Damian snaps as Tim's intense eyes swing over the boy's head to lock gazes with Jason.

"What the girl said"

"I didn't say anything," Manson denies, and Jason finally realizes he has responded to the little girl, who is grinning ear from ear. Shit.

"Oh." Fenton nods, stepping down the railing to look Jason dead in the eye and smile. "You see dead people."

"Cool, one of us. One of us." Foley chants with a grin, and even Mason seems to relax more, going from irritated to indifferent. The teenager stops his chat when the three brothers fail to find humor.

Danny just smiles near-vacantly, which causes Damian to look hot under the collar.

Maybe Jason should leave to take a nap in the safety of his room because he does not have the time to unpack all of this.

"Maybe we should find Bruce," Tim says after a moment, and that is when the little girl choices to fly right up to Tim and flick his ear. Tim startles so hard he slams into Damian, who loses his footing and falls over. Jason is fast enough to catch him before he rolls down the stairs.

Danny giggles, and for the first time since he's known Damian, he looks like he wants the ground to swallow him hole. What a weird night for Jason.

"What the hell was that?" Tim mumbles, looking around.

Manson grins a sharp, wicked thing. "A ghost"

"Of course it is." Tim sighs then he gives Jason a near-eye glare. "How long have you been able to see ghosts?"

"Honestly? Probably since I was six. I thought they were hallucinations."

"And why did you not tell anyone about having what you thought were lifelong hallucinations?"

"I'm not you. Hallucinations are your weird thing. Mine are guns."

"I like them," Fenton announces, and the other two finally step back. Only then does he come to the startling observation that Manson and Feley had been acting like bodyguards by placing themselves between Fenton and the Waynes?

What a strange night indeed.

"Todd, let me up!"

So I know in 'Congratulations it's Triplets' Jason isn't really the father of the kids, but what if he was? What if when the three were de-aged (the de-aging happened during a challenge fight, right?) they reverted to cores instead of toddlers and Jazz offered to carry them and Jason DNA gets picked up by the cores from the one night stand?

Mostly I was wondering, how would Jason react to a pregnant Jazz or newborn triplets?

Jason sees her only a month after the Pit Rage is finally at a manageable stage. It's in the most mundane of places, the local grocery store that people go to because it is closer and not because of the cheaper prices or fantastic selection.

She's pushing a cart, face thoughtful as she looks over the bakery section with a critical eye. She's not wearing anything that's genuinely eye-catching- she's bundled up in a light black jacket and grey sweatpants, her hair done up in a messy bun.

There isn't a touch of make-up on her face, but she is naturally pretty, not beautiful, just pretty. Comfortable. Sweet. One that can have a man falling if they take a second or third glance at it.

She looks better than the last time he saw her. Back then, she seemed stressed out, with a certain heaviness to her shoulders, even though she smiled widely and freely. They met at a bar- the kind that had books for people to read in a cozy corner but was still loud by drunken laughter, music, and pool tables- Jason had walked right up to her to start a conversation.

The woman had aqua-blue eyes and auburn hair. He noticed her gorgeous hair first, reaching her waist in a lovely waterfall of well-kept locks.

He made it clear that he wasn't particularly interested in conversation. He wanted to do something to calm the endless restlessness that had clung to his mind since the Pits. He wanted a warm body where he could lose himself for a few blissful hours.

She hadn't seem to mind.

She only smiled, allowing a stranger to return to her hotel.

She had not been angry at him when he made it clear he did not want to talk., did not want to stay for breakfast, and had practically walked right out only minutes after their roll in the sheets.

"My name is Jasmin Fenton, but I go by Jazz. " She told him at the door, wrapped in a bed sheet. She handed him a phone number but he didn't take it, and she didn't push.

Jason had been busy thinking about the latest drug dealers on Fourth Street- the ones that got a kid of thirteen to OD- and the Pit's screams, while muffled from their activity, still raged for blood.

"Peter," He remembers snapping at her, causing a frown on her face for the first time. He is not angry at her, but he can feel his temper rising just by the thought of those scumbags. His voice was tense when he pushed out. "Peter Todd"

"Nice to meet you, Peter." For a moment, Jazz seems to hesitate before she ventures. "Will I be seeing you again?"

"No."

She nodded. "Alright. Have a good life than Peter."

Jason had left her, not bothering to look back when she closed the door. He did not think of her until a few months later when he saw someone with a similar shade of hair as her- a man this time- and he winced at his temper, making his departure a messy one.

But past the cringe of the terrible manners, he did not think of Jasmin Fenton and has not see her since.

Until now, eight months after their one-night stand, he stands frozen in the chip aisle watching Jazz pick up three different boxes of brownie mixes.

It's like a kick to the chest. The Pit Madness had overshadowed his rational thoughts back then, but here now- with it all but gone only appearing at his actual rage- can he feel this strange desperate longing in his chest at the sight of her.

Longing for what? Jason isn't sure. It's not like he got to know her that well that night- but he remembered she had been reading A Christmas Carol with a fond smile at the bar. She had a bath bomb-making kit set up in her hotel room.

She had noticed his panic when she got on her back and had easily switched their positions, carefully allowing him to breathe and whisper reassurances as if though she knew of Jason's trauma.

She had been kind. She had been a bit inexperienced, but she hadn't been afraid.

Jasmin Fenton is a lot like freshly fallen snow in Gotham; Jason realizes then, not entirely pure for nothing in this city was, but calming and almost memorizing that one forgot the ugly of the city.

She's also heavily pregnant.

"Do you know her?" Tim speaks at his elbow, forcing the world back into hyper-focus. Jason had nearly forgotten where he was.

"What?"

"That woman." Tim tilts his chin towards the bakery aisle in a way that would have been missed by everyone who didn't have Bat training. "You've been staring for a while."

"No," Jason replies, tasting ash in his mouth. "I don't know her personally. Just in passing."

Tim's eyes narrow, his intelligent mind running through files and files of information. Jason can see it in his eyes, how he categorizes his reactions, and how he takes in everything of Jasmin and eventually lands on an answer. Unsurprisingly, he is right. "Ah, an old lover. One night stand?"

"One-night stand," Jason confirms, but his chest feels like it's sinking, and he wonders at his desperation. They were nothing, are nothing, so why is he so sad?

Tim opens his mouth to say something before someone calls.

"Peter?" It's Jasmin. She's spotted him, three boxes of brownie mix in her cart, and she is walking towards him with an easy smile. She stops right before him, and Jason can only stare. "What a surprise to see you again. How have you been?"

"Good. You?" He hears himself say, unsure of what this growing longing is for but unable to force himself to move and do something about it.

She laughs, carefree, unaware of his turmoil. She places a hand over her swollen belly, all but glowing in a way new mothers can. "These little ones always keep me craving chocolate, but otherwise, I'm good."

"These little ones?" Why is she speaking in plural?

"Yeah, I'm having triplets." She tells him. "One more month, and I've my little Danny, Dan, and Danielle with me."

Unfortunately, those are similar names, but Jason can't tell her that. Instead offers her a smile that he knows is sort of lacking because it feels like he's drowning again. "Congratulations."

"Thank you," She says, pushing her cart a few steps. "Have a good life than Peter."

Jazz repeats the exact words, and like last time, he watches her leave without trying to call her back. She doesn't turn around, disappearing into the store.

"Are you sure it was just a one-night stand?" Tim speaks up gently. He looked at Jason with genuine concern as if he feared hurting him. And Jason shakes his head, trying to forget a woman he has never known.

"Yes, I'm sure. Besides, she seems happy now that her kids are on the way."

"Yeah, about that.....how long ago was this one-night-stand?"

Jason blinks over at Tim, confused by the turn about. "Eight months ago. Why?"

Tim bites his lip, appearing nervous, before blurting out what he obviously wants the answer to. He gets sometimes, angsty when a mystery is presented to him and he just has to figure it out. "So around the time she got pregnant? Are you the father?"

Jason slams into a display of cans, mind whirling as he tumbles. Tim shouts his name in worry, leaning down to help him. People all turn to stare, an employee is making a face, but Jason can barely see his surroundings.

Are you the father? He plays repeatedly in his head, and Jason hopes; god, does he hope.

Am I the father?

He needs to find Jasmin Fenton again, hopefully before the babies arrive.

A Circus of Me, Myself, and I - submitted by @StitchtheLilo

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