(I Will Tag Everyone Who Wants To Be Tagged For Any Of My Previous Prompts But It Might Take Awhile Since

(I will tag everyone who wants to be tagged for any of my previous prompts but it might take awhile since I'm taking a break from writing to help my Mom recover from a stroke. Now! Heres a prompt before I go silent.)

I'm going to yoink chunks of content from my previous prompts (shapeshifting and the one about Danny's core reforming according to how long he's been dead,)

Now throw Vlad into the mix. Vlad is desperate to have Maddie and no longer cares if Danny is his son. He now thinks of Danny as a problem he has to dispose of. So Vlad being the bastard he is brutally slaughters Danny, making sure his body is beyond repair.

Vlad, not knowing halfas can reform like ghosts takes Danny's core and uses it as a paperweight or puts it on display. All while telling Danny's parents that Danny had run away.

Danny with his core out in the open is able to reform as literal two year old. With his newfound baby brain that is riddled with trauma he barely remembers, decides that Vlad has bad vibes and promptly dips by shifting into a bird and phasing through a window.

Now Danny is on the run, with Vlad trying to find him. Everytime he shifts into human form either people freak out or Vlad finds him. So he just stays a bird, only shifting back when he needed human dexterity or had a safe place to rest. Even though staying shapeshifted all the time is draining and painful he knows what Vlad would do is worse.

Inevitably, he finds himself in Gotham. He's just hopping around as a bird before he runs into the bats and his core registers them as halfas. Immediately the gremlin instincts kick in and Danny starts fucking with them in everyway he can possibly think of. He messes with them when their out as civilians and vigilantes because he's two and doesn't have the logical reasoning skills to see why that would be a bad Idea.

So he just starts going ham, snagging keys, knocking cups out of their hands, fluttering around them and chirping constantly but pecking their fingers whenever they try to touch him. He gets into places it should impossible for him to get to and just stares at their confused faces. He grabs objects left out and charges at whichever Batfam member was unlucky enough to be in his vicinity. (Damian left a knife out on purpose to see what would happen. Jason tried to give the bird a gun for the same reason,)

Danny does help them in his own way though. He helps by chirping and throwing rocks to lead them to crime scenes. Brings shiny objects to offer them. He alerts the other bats when one of them is injured or needs backup. Overall he is their moral support even though he is gremlin.

Eventually one of the Batfam follows Danny to wherever he was hiding out. Maybe they were hoping to catch him, or maybe they were curious of the weird acting bird. Either way they are absolutely horrified when the bird that's been following them on very dangerous patrol routes turns into a tiny toddler.

After seeing the panel of Mic getting saved by birds in one of the latest manga chapters, it gave me a huge urge to draw him looking like the most majestic cockatoo I’ve ever seen.

Danny opened his eyes when he heard the distinct sound of crunched leaves under foot. He tilted his head up, catching sight of Dani snoozing soundly in her sleeping bag. Something was lurking around their camp.

Before they'd left, Frostbite had warned of the dangers beyond the known parts of the infinite realm. Places the infi-map didn't chart. Where dangerous creatures, that devoured both the living and the dead, roam. Wild blood blossoms and ancient set traps.

None of this had deterred them. Their want to explore leading them away a month ago.

A twig snapped, fallowed by huffed breath.

Danny cautiously inched himself closer to his clone. Shaking her shoulder before covering her mouth to cut off a protesting groan at being woken up. Instantly her eyes snapped open flashing green. Her head jurked to the one that awoke her. She relaxed slightly when she saw Danny but some tension remained with his serious expression.

He gently squeezed her mouth before removing his hand -a silent hush. Turning his focus to the outskirts of their camp he scanned the trees for danger while Dani quietly got out of her sleeping bag.

Two figures- one a disfigured hulking mass with two points on top, the other smaller and slimer- stood amongst the foliage. His night vision couldn't make out much more than silhouettes of them. Details and colors would need more light to be seen.

Danny moved himself between the duo and his clone. Frostbite's warnings whispered in his ear, as he shifted his weight into a defensive stance. If these things were dangerous he wasn't going to let them get near Dani.

With one hand raised at chest level, Danny let it glow. The soft light revealed that there were actually three people.

All of them were disheveled. Covered in knicks and cuts. Rips and tares in their clothing.

The one that Danny saw a hulking mass was a man wearing black cowl over his face, piggyback carrying the third person.

The smaller figure was a young boy. A black piece of fabric was wrapped around his chest in a maked shift sling.

The third person was unconscious, arms hanging loosely over the shoulder of the man.

The man lowered into a crouch. A hand gesturing to the boy to get behind him. The boy gripped his belt pulling put a weapon.

For a moment the trio and the two halfas quietly squared off. Two groups of strangers meeting in a dangerous place.

Danny broke the silence, "Do you want help?"

AU WHERE CLARK IS A GRUMP!!! JUST A RAINY CLOUD OF A MAN!!! I want older, exhausted, i- may- feed -on- sun- but- I -ain't- no sunshine- Clark Kent.

I think being constantly alienated and casted out and honestly, despised for being an alien yet saving the human race every Wendsay is bound to make the best of us a little hostile, -

do NOT get me wrong Clark loves his Ma and Pa, but he's mostly here because Diana keeps bullying him into it, and bc his parents happen to be apart of said species that thins his patience everyday.

LIKE-

This man is giving " Absolutely would yell at Parry White for trapping him in interviews with Lex Luthor even if he KNOWS Clark hates his guts" vibes. Living for it.

" TELL THAT FUCKING MORON THAT UNLESS HE PLANS TO SAVE 300 POLAR BEARS FROM MASS HOMELESSNESS, HE CAN SHUT THE FUCK UP ABOUT CLIMATE CHANGE!"

Bruce, literally shaking in his chair at the Daily Planet after Alfred grounded him with social interaction for patrolling late: hn

Clark is staring. Bruce can SWEAR there's a spot of red glowing in those ocean eyes before this titan of a man directs his attention to a tight-grinning Lois Lane, " What the fuck is HE doing here?"

" You were supposed to interview him today, remember?"

" It's honestly fine I can leave if he's busy"

" I'm not busy, Morticia Addams, I just don't wanna be around ANOTHER rich prick for hours- fuck it. Come on. I NEED to know how you knew Lex was swapping spit with those crooks from that laboratory. "

'' well some of us don't need to yell to get our point across"

" What?"

" Nothing"

Bruce of course follows Clark close and despite Clark expressing crystal clear " eat the rich and shit them out" energy, they still have a " excuse me, he asked for EXTRA blueberry" moment

ALSO GRUMPY TEAM DAD!! " Alright, which one of you failed condoms arranged this press conference? Was it you, Hal? I WILL make you hold that lantern while I fix the coffee maker again."

Hal is sobbing while pounding his fists on Clark's chest, " You monster, - YOU MONSTER -"

Arguing with Batman would be so much funnier. " You're a superpowered alien with unmatchable strength and anger management issues, of COURSE I have the right to worry!"

" Oh you fucking say that as if humanity hasn't been its own monster since, oh I don't know, - FOREVER? Maybe check your facts before you come at me, Bruce."

And Bruce is of course SHOCKED. " How-"

" I used my X-ray vision."

" You betrayed my trust!"

" Of course I did, we're not FOUR."

Thinking about the sounds basically all of late 30's/early 40's (where i typically like to place him) Bruce's joints must make constantly, like

The man is a walking bag of pop rocks.

He gets up to give his presentation and the entire Wayne Enterprises Board of Directors winces at the loud pop from his right knee but he just keeps breezing on. Most are just convinced he's got some kind of arthritis though.

The batfam, on the other hand, who know exactly what it is, full on flinch in sympathetic pain. Not because it's particularly painful, just the sounds seem like it should be, and they know that it's from all the hard hits and trauma his body's been through.

Like... helping with cleanup after dinner.

("B, we have a butler." "No, I have a butler. And it builds character. Teaches responsibility. Now grab a dishtowel and get to it.")

Bruce is at the sink doing the rinsing and his left elbow crackles and Dick fully drops a plate on the floor.

Or one night he's having stoic silent re-bonding time with Jason in the batcave, working on the car. He's on a skateboard under it and plants his feet and pushes to shift his position and his ankles click-click-click like the engine turning over, making Jason jump and bang his head on the hood.

He reaches up to a shelf in the library for a book almost just out of reach and his shoulder casually snaps out and back in to place as he extends and retracts, and Tim accidentally tears a page in the book he's reading.

He turns his head slightly just to look to the fucking left a bit at the dinner table, his neck gives a little machine gun like ratta-tatt, and Damian is pushing his ate away, appetite fully lost.

I must reiterate here, Bruce is having absolutely zero reaction to these sounds. At all.

The man is a fucking bowl of rice krispies 24/7, and he's just... whistlin' through his day, off to play No Thoughts Head Empty Wii Music On Loop Brucie paying his speeding tickets at the GCPD, completely oblivious to the entire bullpen flinching as he leaned over the counter.

And don't even get me started on what the Supers must pick up on.

jason todd, again