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kizzer55555 · 23 days

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DP x DC: My Brother’s Ghost

So there are a bunch of fics where Danny and Damian are twins and Danny eventually has to go to Gotham or Damian/another bat interacts with Danny as ghost king. But I do you one better. Danny faked his death because of failing a mission/he actually died and his mother brought him back. (Or maybe he revived on his own after constant Lazarus exposure over time and knew he couldn’t go back). Anyways, Danny knew that he needed to go to Bruce Wayne in Gotham if he ever needed anything but only as a last resort as they would expect him to go there. So he’s been monitoring Bruce from afar and immediately knew when Damian joined the bats. He clocked him as the new Robin and started following his hero career more closely. He was content to watch his family from afar. Even after the accident. Then something happens where Robin was said to go missing and when no news showed up after a few days, Danny got worried so figured it couldn’t hurt to do a quick trip to Gotham.

He dresses in all black and a hood made using an old ninja Halloween costume. Not nearly as much protection as his old league uniform but with his ghost powers he doesn’t really need protection. Just anonymity. He goes to Gotham in phantom form, making sure all his white hair is carefully tucked in the black hood so only his green eyes remain. He uses his old assassin training and finds Robin drugged and captured in an old warehouse by the court of owls. Robin clearly isn’t thinking straight but Danny puts him in a simple choke hold to knock him unconscious anyways. Better safe than sorry. He quickly frees the boy and drops him off in an area he knows the other bats are searching. After watching to make sure Damian is safe and a bat finds him, he leaves.

Damian could barely remember his capture but he thought he saw a figure in black with glowing green eyes. He could have sworn the future was trying to kill him but…he woke up looking at another bat (or maybe even the manor). Did his family save him?

Meanwhile, Danny can’t stop thinking about Damian. Despite his assassin training, he was drugged and hurt. Danny thought he could handle himself. He thought he would be safe. But what if this happened again? What if the colony of bats wasn’t enough? So Danny couldn’t help the occasional visit to Gotham to make sure his twin was ok. Most of the time he didn’t do anything, just watched. Sometimes, though, there would be an instance where Damian got out of a dangerous situation and no one knew how. A building collapsed, Damian appeared unharmed outside. A goon was about to get a lucky shot? Somehow the bullet missed or the goon got taken out when no other bats were nearby. Fear gas? Damian faintly remembers warm hands hugging him as he struggled. And while he thought it was weird he heard his brother’s comforting voice when it should be a nightmare, he chalked it up to the fear gas anyways since there was no other explanation.

Yet every time there is a particularly dangerous encounter, he swears he sees the figure in black. Damian sees the figure more and more yet none of his family do. They swore to keep an eye out anyways in case. You never know. Sometimes the figure becomes more clear and Damian has tried to chase them but always loses them quickly. One time the chase lasted at least five minutes and Damian managed to corner the figure in an alleyway only for them to pass through the wall.

The bats suspect that this could either be meta abilities or magic. The funny thing is, there were no traces. No one sees the figure except Damian. No one hears them, and there’s is nothing to indicate their presence, not even footprints. It’s like they were never there and no matter how hard they try, there is no footage of the figure. Sometimes cameras glitch out and sometimes they only show Robin, sometimes neither or they seem to loop on themselves. So the bats are leaning towards Magic.

They call Constantine to give Damian a thorough check and he declares that Damian shows signs of interacting with a ghost. And that stumps everyone. A ghost? If it was a friendly specter like Deadman then he would help everyone, not just Damian. If it was hostile, it would never help Damian. So why is this ghost only focusing on the youngest bat and why? Is there even someone that would come back from the afterlife to help the demon brat, let alone have the will strong enough to manifest a ghost that can affect the living? Damian was a former assassin after all and he’s hardly the friendliest bat. So who would help him that has already died?

Throughout this, Damian is silent. Because there is one person he knows to have died that might do this. One person skilled enough to avoid the other bats and evade Damian during a chase. One person Damian would acknowledge as having a will stronger than his own. But something was wrong…because he was sure that that person didn’t have green eyes.

So the next time the figure shows himself Damian attacks. Not just a chase but an outright challenge. Hand to hand combat. And as Damian punches and kicks, the figure expertly parries each attack. And as the fight goes on, Damian watches. And he knows those moves. Those dodges. Those blocks. He can read this figure’s fighting stance like the back of his hand because he grew up with it.

And Damian knows without a shadow of a doubt as the figure disappears into he ground, that despite the changed eye color, the tan skin, the increased height, his brother’s ghost has come back to watch over him.

And for the first time in many years, Damian cries. That’s how the bats find him.

#Dpxdc #dcxdp #Kizzer’s ideas.#Damian thinks’s Danny’s ghost is haunting him.#Danny helps Damian as a NINJA.#A mute ninja #like a male version of Cass.#Damian only ever sees Danny’s eyes and they glow.#Eventually Danny will start helping other bats like if Damian asks for Danny to help find his brother if he’s missing.#Damian still tries to chase Danny but he maintains DISTANCE.#They’re kinda in the area where DAMAIN is aware of Danny and DANNY knows that Damian knows but he’s still pretending otherwise.#(He also doesn’t know how to interact with Damian. That stunted emotional communication was in there somewhere. It’s genetic).#So Danny sometimes becomes more visible but will always stay at least 20 feet away unless Damian’s in active danger.#Even the bats catch a flicker of him sometimes.#Bruce tries to connect with the ghost of his dead son.#Deadman comes to visit one day and they have a nice chat. Just being near Danny allowed the other to see the ghost too which was weird.#When Danny eventually takes the hood off everyone stares at the face of Damian just with soft white hair #and glowing green eyes.#It was bizarre.#That was the only time he took off the hood though.

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deadletterpoets · 4 months

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Idk where this push of ppl wanting Cass to have stayed mute. I assume this is partly Young Justice influence where she actually is a mute character. However in the comics she was never a mute character, not by the definition of what being mute is, the literally physical incapability of speaking verbally. Cass has a speech disorder/non-verbal in her early appearances due to her upbringing being isolated she didn't realize speaking verbally was an option.

And while I agree mute representation is important (look up Deathstroke's son Jericho or Dolphin btw) but Cass's speech disability is different and I wish ppl were more concerned about her specific speech disability and the development of her learning was more relevant in comics than continuing to hope for her to become the "silent Asian assassin" trope the OG creators worked hard to push her away from.

#cassandra cain #dc #dc comics #batgirl #idk as usual maybe I'm in the wrong #but this is such a weird push for mute Cass I'm seeing lately #I thought the fandom was past that

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breadandblankets · 3 days

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I took asl classes at community college and my instructor was, himself, Deaf. one of the best parts of the class was my professor had such good body language that I was able to understand him with limited English and ASL input

anyway Cass making Deaf friends or going to Deaf community events not cause she understands the language but because people are exaggerating the they move in such a deliberate way it feels like they're speaking to her, idk I think Cass would like Deaf culture

#batfam #cassandra cain #bread talk #this is not hypocrisy with my last take btw #i want alternatives for cass to interact with asl/D(d)eaf culture that don't erase cass's disabilities #if you wanna disagree with me and fully keep cass and asl separate more power to you #i just want to think thru implications that allow cass to interact positively with Deaf/HH/mute people without getting into fandom ablism

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ao3statistics · 4 months

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Most popular tags on Ao3 connecting to Cass or Steph please

Here you go! For Cass Cain aka Orphan aka Black Bat aka Batgirl.

This is self-made. Date: 01.01.2024.

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Character tags and ship tags were excluded.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

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madds-is-ace-trash · 1 year

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Mother of the storms and her star child Ch. 3

(Part 1) (Part 2) ( Ya here sweet heart) ( Part 4) So um y'all like scare me, I've never had any one eat up what i write so um here's chapter 3.

Summary: Off to the manor we go, the boy gets some medical attention. maybe has panic attack who hurt this boy.

Chapter 3: A manors worth of scars

*knock* *knock *knock*

Dick eyes flicker open, if not for the slight crick in his neck that is the best he's slept in a long time. He goes to sit up a sudden weight shifting on his chest. OH shoot that's right he fell asleep holding that kid last night. What time is it? Should he … put him down? What if it wakes him up?

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Shoot right, the door, he stands up shifting the kid to lay on his shoulder with little protest. He opens the door a little “ Yes?” he asks softly as not to wake the bundle in his arms. At the other side he is greeted by… Cass. Hu she almost never came all the way out here. “ O it's you Cass,” he opens the door and gestures for her to come inside. “ Hey sorry, I just woke up so.”

OH no i'm so sorry , Cass used sign language most of the time if she could help it. She wasn't much of a talker but dick never minded it. She hurried inside and then eyed dick up and down. A smile curled across her face.

“ Don't sweat it I should probably be up anyway, honestly” He glances at the clock, “ O dang it 7:30 already?” He fumbles into his kitchen to turn on the coffee pot, and looks like was running late today.

New nephew? Cass giggled looking at the boy still sound asleep in dicks arms. Who would've guessed that the adoptive tendencies were contagious.

“ Ah yes right Alfred probably sent you? I found him coming home from patrol” Cass eyed her brother, her smile devious. “ O geez Cass don't look at me like that, what was I supposed to do to leave him?”

“ No of course not,” she says softly like a whisper on the wind. Her eyes are filled with a gentle expression. Perhaps we should get going though Alfred wants to check him out. Just as Cass finished her sentence an alarm began to blare in the room adjacent. The boy in dicks arms squirmed at the sudden noise. Wrapping his arms around the man's neck pulling himself into the crook of his neck.

“ Shoot looks like I should just call off at work at this point and go with you guys hu? Gordans gonna be pissed.” Dick ran his free hand threw his hair pushing it out of face. Cass just giggled at him and grabbed his mug.

“ You should have taken the day off anyway, yesterday was… a lot,” she turns on her heels towards the door forcing dick to follow her out the door. His shoes in her hand “ You can put them on in the car.” dang he wasn't getting out of this any time soon.

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The car ride was uneventful dick was able to pry the kid off of him and into the car, the boy still groggy gave no protest and allowed himself to be buckled into the seat, before drifting back off. Dick was going to have to get a booster. Is it normal for kids to sleep this much? Well the kid looked tired when he found him. He still hasn't eaten anything, he should try to feed the kid again right?

As if sensing dicks intunal panic, Cass chuckled, Already a mama bird? Dick couldn't help but chuckle she wasn't wrong, what was it about this kid that made all parental instincts scream. He had only had the boy for less than a day and yet he couldn't help worrying about him.

Before he knew it he was standing on the manor steps, a groggy boy resting on his hip. He comes to the manner all the time. Why was he so nervous? What was Bruce going to say, he should have brought the blanket so they could test it.

“ Um…. where are we.?” The small boy in his arms rubbed his eyes and his slowblinks turned into confusion as he stared at the door in front of them.

Before he could answer him the door slowly opened, Alfred standing on the other side, “ Master Dick I do believe knocking is customary to announce a arivial.” He raised an eyebrow at the man. Cass giggled behind him.

“Right… sorry,” dick ran his through his hair once more, the boy in his arms pulled his face against his chest hiding from the stranger. “ It's good to see you Al,” he sighed “ This is Danny” he gave them a reassuring rub on his back to try to coach him to look the butler in the face. The boy didn't budge. Dick began to walk through the manor doors pacing the threshold into a familiar entry way, a feeling of warmth rused over him. “ Danny? This is my friend Alfred,” he gently prodded, “ can you say hello?” The boy stuck out one his tiny hands and waved to the air, face still buried. “ He’s going to help us get you checked out ok?”

At the end of that phrase the boy pushed himself away from dick, “ No! No doctors!” the boy said with a panicked expression. For the first time since dick had scoped the boy up from the alley he actively fought against dicks hold. With a surprising amount of strength the panicking child attempted to peel himself from dicks grip. Dick had to lunge forward to avoid dropping the boy onto the tiled floors.

“Hey hey! Als not a doctor buddy,” shifting to his knees to avoid the boy from crashing down were he to escape. “ No doctors, your safe danny I promise” dick had the kid by his shoulders, danny's eyes were shut tight the kid scrambles his feet skidding against the tile.

“Promise?”Danny stares at dick with wide worried eyes that make his heat sink. He was breathing fast, panting, shaking under dick grasp.

Dick stared right back, “ I promise no one here is going to hurt you, not me, not Al, not cass, or any one else here ok?” He pulled the kid into a hug still on his knees even then the kid's head barely made it to his chest. “ The manor is the safest place I know”

“Ok” the kid hiced weakly, once again wrapping his arms around dicks allowing him to scop up the frightend child.

“Young Danny was it?” Al gently prodded, Cass placing hand against dicks back in worry. The boy gave a small nod,peeking at the butler who threw the side of his eyes. The kid's stomach growled, he popped his head up in embarrassment before curling up once more. “ I guess that answers my question of if you would like something to eat?” The man smiled softly, his eyes filled with a gentleness familiar to all of the wanes. “ Would you like to come to the dining room?” Another small nod and off they marched.

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Cass Scurried to the closet that sat Adjacent to the dining room, reaching in and grabbing a small booster seat from inside. Bruce had always kept a few on hand long before Cassandra even moved into the manor. Another symptom of his chronic adoption problem she supposed. She couldn't help but laugh though her brother standing by the table holding a small child in his arms, If it wasn't for his long hair she would have mistaken him for bruce.

The look of worry on her brother's face wasn't new to her. Oh, he was the oldest brother after all. The expression wasn't new; it often popped up in his face whenever someone was hurt on patrol, or if he was worried for their safety on a mission or even when he looked at Tim when he's clearly not gotten enough sleep. but this time it was different, almost hopeless and the way he gazed at the small boy in his arms. she couldn't help but feel the same worry:

The boy had might as well had a panic attack right in the foyer

What did someone do to him that he was so scared of doctors( it's normal for kids to be spooked but to panic?)

Why didn't he have shoes,

Why he wearing a shirt that was 5 sizes too big

and lastly why was he so small. The boy was too small for his own good. He can not be older than 4 to 6. His growth was clearly stunted by Malnutrition.

She shook her head now was not the time to get wrapped up, she pressed on pulling out and placing the seat on a chair. Giving the kid a soft smile, she then gave the same smile to her brother.

He set the kid down in the chair, his shoulders barely reaching the table even with the help. It would have to do for now. Her brother is sitting to his right. “ Can I sit next to you?” she asked softly, her voice quite. Danny eyed her up and down, then his face twisted as he thought about his answer. Whatever he had been considering he deemed safe. He gave her a nod and Cass slowly sat herself on the boy's left.

As soon as she settled into her seat Alfred walked in from the kitchen with a tray in hand, he placed a cup of tea in front of Dick and Cass, a glass of orange juice for Danny, then a plate with eggs, toast and fruit for the three of them. The boy's face lit up, his ice blue eyes, looking at Alfred as if to ask if it was real. The butler shoots him a smile, “ if you find yourself wanting more, all you need is ask.” He returns to the kitchen most likely to not overwhelm the child who looks like a kid on christmas over some eggs.

“Well go on,” dick said gently handing the boy a fork. Danny immediately starts digging in. They say nothing, Cass meets her brother's eyes, they look so sad.

Did you see his face? Cass sines

Yhea, his frown grows, Over eggs nonetheless, he looked at Al like he was joking with him.

It's going to be ok, She reaches behind the boy to place a hand on her brother's shoulders, we'll make sure he gets everything he needs from now on, always. A look of determination crossed her face, her brother matched it. A silent agreement, a silent promise.

Danny Coughs, Dick's hand rushes to pat his back, “ Hey buddy let's slow down a bit,” her brother coos, “ don't wanna make yourself sick.”

The kids plate was practically empty already, Oh yeah she was keeping that promise.

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When Alfred warned that Richard was bringing a guest the last thing he expected was a kid. Let alone a black haired, blue eyed, scruffy kid. Dick did always take after Bruce but honestly it was almost comical.

Tim had wandered down to the kitchen to refill his coffee. He did actually sleep even if it was for a few hours but that didn't mean he wasn't going just going to put off even more work. Tim snuck around the back way not wanting to interrupt the kid while he was eating, ( the kid was wolfing down food like he hadn't eaten in days, to be honest looking at the kid that might have been true.) When he walked into the kitchen Alfred was already cutting up more fruit and had apparently decided that stars would be the shape of choice.

“Master Tim, sleep well,” the old man smirked. “ Considering, you took the backway i'm assuming you saw the new guest?”

“Uhhhh… yeah I did, he looked … busy so,” tim chuckled to himself, “ way for Dick to take after bruce though. He's already roped in Cass to it seems.”

“Yes well, I'd Advise avoiding young danny if possible for the moment,” the butler placed the star shaped fruit on a plate, “ seems to the skittish type best not to overwhelm him.”

“Yeah sure ill stay out of your hair,” guess he was eating in the room, oh well he can just get back to work faster “ O hey Al it looks like the kid could use that booster seat? Do we still have it?”

“He’s in it Master Tim”

“WHAT!”

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It had taken a bit of coaching ( and maybe a bit of bribery with candy) to get the kid to let Alfred look him over. They were sitting in a bathroom, given Danny's freak out over a doctor's visit they figured it was a better bet then the med bay. Danny sat on the counter his legs swinging over the edge. Alfred had already prepped a bath, hoping if all went well he could at least mange to bathe the boy.

“May I remove your shirt young daniel?'' Alfred moved slowly so as not to scare the boy, the kid was already partially curled in on himself. Alfred did not want to startel the boy by touching him without permission.

Danny began to look around the room, Dick had followed them in as Danny seemed to be the most comfortable around him so far. He eyed dick then curled farther in on himself digging his face into his shoulder.

Alfred picked up on the boy's uneasiness, “ Would you be more comfortable if it was just me and you in the room?” he waited patiently as the boy thought it over and gave a little nod. “Well that's quite alright, Master Dick would you mind stepping out? It seems young Daniel would like some privacy.”

Dick gave the boy a soft smile, if he made it easier for Alfred to do his job he wouldn't fight it. “Yeah of course, i'll stay close by in case you need me. I'm just going to go down the hall and see if maybe Damian has something that'll fit him a little better.”

“Thank you Master Dick,” Alfred waited for the door to click, he didn't want to rush the poor boy. “ Now that it's just us, can we please remove your shirt?” The kid tugged at the shirt a little but did not go to take it off. “ Would you like help? If you rather do it yourself that's fine as well.”

“ I can do it,” he said softly. The boy began to slowly raise the shirt over his head, each inch it moved making the man fear they may be more than meets the eye than just a child abandoned in an alley. Scars so , so many scars littered the boy's body, burns and cuts all scattered his upper thighs and torso. The higher he brought the shirt the worse the injuries became. Alfred had not paid much mind to the lines on the boy's right arm when he had arrived at the manner, but now that he saw the whole array. A Lichtenberg figure starting at the boy's hand, getting deeper in color and how much it was raised the closer it got to his chest. O my the boys chest that was the worst of it, the man had held his expression until he took in the boys chest. A huge Y shaped wound, Stil pink as if freshly closed, stitches, messy and inconstant still present. He could no longer hold the expression of comfort he was trying to, his face dropped filled with worry. When the boy finally got the shirt over his head. That was the face he was met with.

“I'm sorry..” they boy hiced as if he was about to cry, why was he going to cry. Alfred knew the wound must have hurt but had he strained himself taking his shirt off?

“ Whatever do you have to be sorry for?,”Al recollected himself, this boy needed medical attention but if Alfred ruined this he could throw that out the window.

“im… im sorry I know” the boy stared at his chest, his eyes glazing over with tears, “I know i'm disgusting.”

“Now whoever said that?” Al had wanted to wait to tell Bruce, he knew he would find out soon that Dick had taken in a ward but whoever did this to this child was still lose. He wouldn't stand for it, no one would, a child. “We all have scars young danny, they do not make you disgusting.”

The boy began to hyperventilate, he was overwhelmed. Alfred leaned back a little to give the boy some space. Danny began to cry, his chest heaving pulling at the improper stitching, Al knew it had to hurt. He did the only thing he could, he went to embrace the boy but before he made contact the boy had disappeared? His crying was still audible, he hadn't left the room. “ Danny it's ok, i'm not going to hurt you,” he stepped back standing by the door, “can you come out? I just need to check your wounds ok? I just want to help you.” He had seen scars on all of the bats and birds, it came with the job, but this was different.

The soft whimpers did not stop, or seem to settle, the kid must be a meta. Tac it on the list of concerning information, the boy being a meta wasn't that big of a deal but mixed with the Y shaped mark on the boys chest. Well lets just say Alfred did not like the implication not one bit. “ no please, stop, no no no” The child echoed softly across the bathroom. That confirmed it, a panic attack.

Alfred opened the door, lisseing to make sure the whimpering didn't move from its spot in the corner. “ Master Dick I am afraid I may require your help in here” Dick immediately made a sprint from where he was standing to the bathroom, slowing a few feet before the door so he didn't scare the kid. Damian looked down the hall in confusion and proceeded to slam his door shut.

Dick slowly walked in the bathroom, Alfred shutting the door, looking around the bathroom for the kid. His face plastered with confusion, “ Uhh Al where did he go?”

“ Well I believe he's in that corner,” He gestured to the far corner of the bathroom opposite the tub where he could hear Danny crying.

“Al there's no one there?”

“Yes well I do believe the boy may be a meta, perhaps a familiar face will help him reveal himself. I'm afraid I might have scared him” Al looked at dick and it seemed that the young man caught on.

“Well this isn't good.” Dick said in a huff running his hands threw his hair.

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Dick knew that look on the old man's face, he hated it. He only made that face when something dire was happening. And considering he had a meta kid with unknown powers and unknown injuries he had an idea why he was making that face.

“Hey little buddy, are you alright?” He sat on his knees looking towards the corner that Danny's crying was coming from. “ I'm sorry we scared you” damn how was he going to calm this kid down he knew nothing about him.

“I do not think you are disgusting young danny, i'm sorry if anything i did made you feel otherwise,” Alfred chimed in.

“ I don't wanna * hic * no more,” the kid sobbed to himself, “no more please make it stop” they couldn't see it but dick would bet money the kid was banging his hands against his head, as if he could shake his thoughts out.

“ Hey buddy we're not going to hurt you we just want to help,” Dick took a gamble he inched forward, “ Your Uncle Cw left you with me, because he knew you'd be safe here” Dam he hated lying to danny but he had to get the kid to calm down.

“CW” the kid echoed in recognition , “ safe , mom and dad are gone,” a shaky breath leaves the boy's chest,” Uncle took me away, it's safe, I'm safe.” The kid repeated the phrase like it was a prayer, each repetition made dicks blood boil but not at Danny, no but whoever had dared to call themselves this boy's parents. Even Al had flinched, that look that Dick hated so much depping on his face.

As his breathing slowed the boy faded in the visibility and even curled into a ball, Dick saw them, the scars, The Y, the kids ribs his skin pulled tight due to many skipped meals. He didn't think he just scoped the boy up pulling The kid into his chest. He knew he couldn't but what Dick would give to be able to hug the boy's pain away. “ Shhh, shhh, shhh” dick cooed, rubbing his hand against Danny's back.

Alfred just stood there with a hand on his shoulder, if Danny had a mess with his snot and tears no one said anything. They let the boy sob his breathing slowing, his body still so cold. Once he had calmed down dick loosened his grip allowing the boy to pull away from his embrace. “ Can we get you patched up now bud?” Dick asked the boy, trying so hard to not stare at the kid's chest.

“We can only go as far as you are comfortable, however I would like to at least disinfect it and apply some numbing cream? Is that alright it must hurt.” Alfred asked gently, giving the boy a warm smile. The boy nodded, and stood but still clinged to dicks arm.

“Do you want me to stay with you?” dick asked the kid was griping him. As If he let go he'd fall into the middle of the sea. He looked at his feet and nodded.

No more words were said other than Alfred explaining what he was about to do to danny. He was trying to take care not to spook him and dick had to agree that talking through the process was probably helping. Danny was still clinging to dick but if it was helping he wasn't going to comment on it.

When Al was done he packed up the med kit and reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of candy, Danny's face lit up. It made both the men smile, they take that face over the pained expressions coming from a kid so small any day.

“Well unfortunately I wouldn't recommend a bath,” All finally spoke up, breaking the silence. “ May I still wipe you off? Mabey can try to wash your hair in the sink?”That was right dick had never gotten the clothing from baby bat.

“ Hey danny well Al washes you, I'm going to go get you something to put on ok?” the kid just looked up at him. “ I'll come right back some clean clothes will feel nice”

“Ok” Danny let go of Dick. Dick looked at the kid kepping a soft smile on his face tell the door was shut and he had stepped away from the door. The minute he felt like he had put an aceppetle distance from the door erything hit dick like a truck. His chest acked, images of Jason flashing threw his mind. The kid just had to look like Jason didn't he. He let out a groan he didn't know he had been holding in.

Making his way to damians room once more, he knew his brother wasn't going to be happy with two visits in a row but honestly after the flurry of emotions he just experienced with Danny he would rather handle the stabbing prone 11-year-old.

“What now richard” damian hissed his door open just enough for his head to poke threw.

“ I know sorry dami,” he ran his hand across his face. “Do you have any clothes that don't fit you any more you are willing to loan out?”

“You look like you’ve seen death, is there something happening I should be worried about.” His tone was still annoyed, most likely worried he was being cut out of a case.

“No buddy not yet, just give me smallest clothes you have,” dick stuck his hand out vaguely gestring to where Danny would reach standing next to him.

“Tt’ Most likely not but I will see,” Damian shut the door on dicks face. When he returned he shoved a pair of gray sweat pants and an old red t-shirt into dicks arms and shut the door.

Dick made his way back to the bathroom and made sure to knock before he opened the door. He handed the clothes to Danny who happily put them on. They were still about 2 sizes too big but it was better than before, where had Damian even got these? They shurley never fit him the whole time he's lived in the manor. O well not time to dwell on that now.

“ Do I look ok?” Danny asked, looking at himself in the mirror.

“You look great,” dicks phone pinged. It was a reminder to check out for lunch, dang 12:30 already? Then dick had an idea, “ Hey buddy, Do you like books?”

Danny spun around and his face shone brightly , “Yes!”

“How about we go check out the manor library.”

OK so i'm doing ma best if you see mistakes tell me, this is turning out to be tons of fun so ill probably keep going. If you miss Gotham this chapter don't worry she's coming back the next one. Next one is titled "Of Stories and Songs" its gonna be fun. Also ao3 scares me ima try to figure it out but ahhhhhhhhh

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#dpxdc #dc x dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #fanfic #i write some times #ms&sc #ghost king danny #de aged #baby danny #phandom #dick grayson #cassandra cain #alfred pennyworth #hurt/comfort #selective mutism #i like the cass is selectively mute thing cus i did the same thing was i was younger it speaks to me #also there's like a lot of you im scared

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tastycitrus · 5 months

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when you're reading a story with cass in it and she's blatantly written out of character

when they also have her use sign language when she has never used it or ever suggested that she knows it in mainline canon

#batgirl #cassandra cain #...i would say this is not to knock on people writing/headcanoning cass using ASL etc.#but it kinda is. i'm sorry it's just annoyingly prevalent when it's not even a part of her character #she could speak just fine in both pre-flashpoint and new 52. quiet does not mean “cannot speak”#and her problem is *learning* language not the act of speaking itself #sign language would *not* be “easier” for her as it's still a language. she'd have just as many problems learning it as she would english #i understand wanting more disability representation but cass is not the character for mute representation because she's not mute #and idk. imo it's a bit weird to take the character who struggles with language and conflate it with “she cannot speak”

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friendship-switchblades · 2 months

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birds of prey (and the fantabulous emancipation of one harley quinn) wasn’t bad, you guys are just mean

#it was in fact. good #cass the shitty pickpocket >>> mute sexy badass any day

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emma-d-klutz · 2 years

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You know how the story goes, that early after the Waynes died, Bruce shut himself out from the world and didn’t speak to anyone, and the only way Alfred finally broke through and was able to communicate with him at all was by mock sword fighting. I think about that beginning for Bruce, and then I think about Cass.

#club 'Origin includes being nonverbal and being able to connect with people through fighting'#a very specific club #but there they are #bruce wayne #cassandra cain #cass cain #bruce wayne and cassandra cain #nonverbal cass #bruce and cass parallels #i think bruce was like selectively mute as a child i bet #alfred pennyworth

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acaiyatree · 1 year

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can't i go on one day without cass getting infantilized

#if it's not bc she's ''mute'' it's bc she's asian.#istg i'm so fucking tired #someone on tiktok brought up a good point saying #''people always forget cass is a grown woman''#and yeah that's true #i open the comments what do i see?#''looks 7''#i want to kill everyone around me #noone asked you to contribute to the problem the op was talking about loser #dc #dc comics #cassandra cain

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bruciemilf · 7 months

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The Wayne manor is not a quiet place.

Someone Is always doing something, talking about anything, teasing, bantering, playfully slandering, so Bruce grew accustomed to noise. Its hard not to, with his nest of birds.

But this particular topic has him on mute;

"Why do YOU get him when he's old?"

" Oh my GOD, Jason, I'm LITERALLY the oldest. You ALWAYS have to get everything!"

Jason isn't at all interested in Dick's dramatics. He wraps all 6'4 inches around Bruce's leg like an affectionate leech. "You're the fucking meanest! You'll probably feed B those gross ass protein shakes and force him to watch re runs of Realest Housewives of Gotham!"

"YOU TRIED TO BLOW HIM UP!"

Cass is strong like a tsunami and silent as a snake, jumping on Bruce's back, beautiful eyes full of threat. " Dad stays. Mine."

Bruce pipes up, " I have a retirement plan--"

"Getting railed everyday at the Kent farm isn't a retirement!"

Tim gives Steph a look of disgust. "Gross."

Damian isn't above pulling out his swords. " If I don't get Baba, everyone is dying. Me included. "

"Damian. What did I say about threatening your siblings with murder?" Bruce asks expectantly.

" Oh, I'm not threatening, baba. I'm making a vow."

Alfred doesn't pry his attention from the chamomile tea he's preparing. " Master Bruce stays with me."

"...Alfred, I don't think you'll...You know, be around when Bruce retires--"

"Was that a contradiction?"

They all gulp. The argument is settled quickly, and Bruce spends the rest of his evening with head on Alfred's lap and his hand in Jason's hair, petting like a cat, and listening to RHOG on the TV.

He loves the noise.

#bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #damian wayne #batfamily #do NOT bring up gotham war okay?? idc #alfred pennyworth #batdad #dc comics #soft bruce wayne #battinson #hes so <33 #text #text post #writing

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goodoldfashionedengineer · 7 days

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Tim: So, and for what reason was I 17 years old for the last 15 years?

Damian: That's what you're complaining about? They couldn't even bother to give me a proper characterization until much later on. And then it is one that does not align with my upbringing!

Stephanie: At least you weren't killed just because of misogyny

Dick: Yeah, I wonder how anyone let that through. But then again, I shouldn't expect anything else from writers who made me stuck as Ric for two years and all the, you know, Tarantula stuff

Jason: It's honestly like they just spin a wheel every day to figure out if I'm a villain, hero or anti-hero

Duke: Forget about the writers, the fans also have some... wild assumptions

Stephanie: Yeah, like that you're the normal one!

Cass: Or that I'm mute. Just there to give emotional support

Barbara: Or that the most traumatic thing to ever happen to me is framed as something good just because I became Oracle. I barely had one page of dialogue in that entire story!

Tim: At least they get one thing right.

Dick: And that is?

Tim: Bruce.

Jason: Yeah, what is up with that?! It feels like I've become his punching bag! Why is he considered a hero again when he is just plain abusive at this point?

Duke: Patriarchy

Barbara: And male power fantasy

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cryptar · 1 year

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au where ALL the batkids inherit bruces adopting problem, but it's for kids that remind them of themselves

When a hyper-intelligent juvenile figures out his identity and starts following him around on patrol the only thing Tim can think is that this is karma

Steph sees any spunky kid with a villain parent and a hunger for justice and goes 'mine.'

An angry, bitter kid shows up at the police station and Dick immediately starts teaching them how to juggle

Jason reiterates to himself that he's not anything like bruce while collecting crime alley kids like pokemon cards

The little redheaded techie from Barbaras workplace accidently calls her mom and she nearly cries

When a mute youth with a truly horrible father needs a place to call home, Cass doesn't hesitate when inviting them into hers.

it only makes sense for Duke to take the new meta-vigilante under his wing, right? right??

Damian doesn't realise he's mentally adopted the small, scruffy assassin sent after him until he's reading them a bedtime story.

none of them tell eachother until there's a family reunion and then it's just

#alfred thinks its funny and bruce is so smug #alfreds alive btw that man will outlive all of us #batman #batfam #batkids #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #stephanie brown #dick grayson #damian wayne #duke thomas #jason todd #tim drake #ill legit make fankid ocs for this au istg i love it #edit: im glad people are enjoying the spiderman meme #i worked hard on that >:]#prompt #cryptic ramblings

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ktkat99 · 11 months

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Dick- How long are we going to have to pretend we don't know Bruce and Clark are dating?

Tim- I don't know, but I know I can't keep faking it for much longer. I caught them making out in the cave last week and had to act like I was sleepwalking.

Jason- Oh, poor baby. I tried radioing Oracle a few days back and accidentally patched in to a line they were sharing. I honestly considered moving back to the League.

Damian- I've stopped snooping in Father's files all together. He's taken to labeling the files concerning Kent the way he does cases in an attempt to conceal them.

Alfred- Your 'worlds greatest detective' father seems to have forgotten that I do his laundry and am able to see just how many articles of clothing he and Superman have swapped.

Steph- I don't know what Cass discovered, but she's back to being mute again.

Bruce, walking into the cave, pulling on the Batsuit- Heads up, everyone. I'm being called away to help with a mission in Metropolis. I'll be gone a while

Dick- You got it!

Tim- We can handle things here!

Jason- Yup!

Damian- Be safe, Father!

Alfred- Just bring back YOUR clothes, this time...

Steph- HE MEANS HAVE FUN!

Bruce- ???

#superbat #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #dick grayson #red robin #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #robin #damian wayne #spoiler #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #orphan #alfred pennyworth #batfam #clark kent #superman

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graveyardcat7 · 1 year

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been hyperfixating on toki pona again today and have sucessfully learned a bit more (yayayayaya!!) and also have been discovering the utter joys of sitelen pona and compound glyphs. as pictured below.

predominantly calling animals cute and showing their size because its the silliest and cutest thing to do (and easiest to explain to my friends) look. soweli mi li SUWI MUTE

#cass loves my little mushroom #jan Soko is him name. mi mute li olin e jan Soko #hoping im doing the sentences right (explodes)#been trying to learn for over a year and todays the biggest learning day ive had so far thaaaaank you school-being-cancelled #gost

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pellucid-constellations · 4 days

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R&R

Pairing: Cassian x Reader

Summary: Cassian was tired and you were taking forever to get your ass back home.

Word count: 1k

Warnings: nothing! fluff <3

a/n: A little drabble as I ignore my homework.

Cassian was tired.

He felt it in his bones and the cracks of his skin.

Dirt was ingrained in every crevice of his leathers, dusting out as he shucked the articles to the ground and stepped into the steaming bath. Training didn’t usually take this much out of him, but there were a host of recruits that he needed to train, all so eager to be part of the troops after the victorious War with Hybern.

All eager but so, so inept.

And then you weren’t home when he got here, which pissed him off.

All he could think about during the hours of training drills and conditioning and corrections was coming home to you, pressing his face into your neck, and falling asleep to the warmth of your skin. He had sent a spark down the bond when he started his journey home, which—to him—was a request for you to come home as well.

You did not.

Cassian dried himself off and threw on the closest pair of cotton pants he could find, falling into bed with a huff.

Ridiculous.

He was in bed and he was alone.

He covered his eyes with the bulk of his arm.

He’d sleep then. Fine.

Only he couldn’t sleep. The bed smelled like you and he tugged at the bond again. This time, you actually did offer him a reply, and Cassian wanted to drown in the warmth you sent through his chest.

Where the hell were you?

He flipped onto his stomach and shoved his face into a pillow. He should be able to sleep without you there. He was Illyrian; he had slept in far worse conditions. On rocks, in a tree, standing up against war-torn buildings—Cassian could sleep anywhere at any time. But then he met you and he fell in love with you and you weren’t getting your ass home fast enough.

Cauldron help him if you ever decided to go on vacation.

Mor had tried something like that when you were freshly mated, posing a girl's trip to you and Feyre. That idea hadn’t gone far.

It had been more about sex and lust and being so enamored by you that he couldn’t breathe back then. Right now he just wanted to get some damn sleep.

The bedroom door clicked open and unrelenting joy washed away the irritation he was harboring for you. Because how could he be irritated when you came into the room all soft and smiley and bright? Upon further contemplation, Cassian decided that no, he wasn’t ever irritated at you, actually.

“Hi, Cass,” you called, the sound muting the headache that had begun to form behind the general’s eyes. “How were the recruits? Are they ready to charge into battle?”

You flitted about the room, taking off your coat and setting your bags down and not paying attention to him at all. Cassian fought the urge to tackle you onto the bed just to get you to stop moving. He couldn’t even get a good look at you like this, and he hadn’t seen you all day. He left before you woke up.

“Yeah maybe in a few years,” Cassian grumbled, following you with his eyes as you started cleaning up the damn room. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

“I will in just a moment. This place is a mess. You got dirt everywhere, did you know that?”

“I know. I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up later, just come here.”

You tsked and ignored him. Cassian cursed at the ceiling.

“I was out with Mor earlier and we stopped by Nyx's school to surprise him,” you giggled, grabbing a stupid broom. “He was adorable, of course. He painted you and Az for one of his projects in art. You’ll have to see it when he brings it home. I swear, Cass, he is just hmph—”

The broom clattered to the floor, forgotten along with the dirt that lined the wood. Your cheeks were encased by Cassian’s hands as he kissed you, and he ran one back to entangle it with your hair. Gods, you smelled good, like strawberries or apples or whatever fruity perfume you were trying while you were out shopping. Cassian deepened the kiss and relished in the surprised sound you made.

“You didn’t even kiss me when you came in,” he practically pouted, lips brushing against yours as he spoke. “Or look at me.”

You gripped at his biceps to keep yourself upright, his body pressed so closely to yours. “I didn’t mean to,” you whispered.

“I know.” He nudged your nose with his. “Lay down with me.”

“But the floor—”

“Lay down with me,” he repeated.

A brief pause, a small nod; right now, it took very little to make Cassian so inexplicably happy.

He gathered you in his arms the moment your body hit the sheets, burying his face in your neck like he was supposed to do about thirty minutes ago. And then you ran your fingers across his scalp and Cassian decided he was dead. There was no other explanation for this type of bliss.

“Did you have a bad day?” you asked softly.

“Day was fine. Long, but fine,” he grumbled, pulling you tighter, pressing his lips to your skin.

You hummed. “Then why couldn’t I clean the room?”

“Because I’m tired and you were over there.”

“Not seeing the correlation, my love.”

Tire was weighing heavy on Cassian’s mind. His body relaxed even more into the bed as his hands ran down the length of your body.

“I need to hold you to fall asleep,” he replied as if it were obvious. Because it was.

“Oh.”

He grunted out a confirmation.

“Well, I’m not exactly ready for bed yet and I told Rhys—”

“I love you,” Cassian interrupted. “Please stop talking.”

And then Cassian was no longer pissed or annoyed or tired because nothing was out of place. Sleep found him quickly.

#cassian x reader #cassian x you #cassian x y/n #cassian x fem!reader #cassian acotar #cassian imagine #a court of thorns and roses #acotar

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