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Assistant: Title: Tell me to stay
        Author: Lumi09 Lumi09 
        Chapter: 2/3 
        Summary: Danny's words slowly dip off once he notices six figures all in chains huddled together, all of them bleeding sluggishly somewhat. He turns to look at the summoning circle and notes the words were scribbled in blood. And chalk.But to make matters worse? It’s Batman, and his other little birds. Little birds that aren’t so little no more and evolved into something else- but still.A little warning wouldn’t hurt a guy.They looked a little roughed up, not too injured, Danny figures they’ll be alright.“Danny?” Comes the tentative voice from the smallest out of all of them. It has a trembling undercurrent with disbelief lacing each letter.Oh.How could he forget?ora summoning leads to familial reveals
        Contents: Chapter 2: The chapter where everyone wants a turn at POV
    

    

        
          
          
            “It took a turn for the worst. I made it out of the building before it exploded but he was still in there.”And he had to be restrained to keep from running in. Forced to watch the building crumble to ashes.“They said he died.”But they never found a body.
          
        

      
        
          wowwieee guys, this is like the quickest update of my life. Also I wasn't expecting so much traction on the first chapter and I greatly appreciate every comment, kudos, bookmarks, and hits!! This is all purely self-indulgance so I seriously wasn't expecting much to click but !!! I was pleasantly surprised, thank u so much<3333!!1okay as for this chapter, there's like what- at least 6 pov changes and two of them are happening at the same time (You'l see)so this chapter is alittle all over the place but i like call it chaotically organizedalso content warning !!very graphic descriptions about burning bodiesstarting from:It’s never too late.and ending atDamian isn’t sure if he wants to find a body or not.there's some foreshadowing here too (except the foreshadowing is about as subtle as a elephant and should be criminal to call foreshaodwing.)
            
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    "Danyal! Danny!"
  

  
    Damian tried to twist out the iron grip, bruising his upper arm and keeping him pinned where he's at.
  

  
    It didn't matter if he scratched, kicked, or bite, they didn't let him go. Just let the building in the distance burn the flames gradually getting hotter and licking up to the sky.
  

  
    The same building that Danny was just in.
  

  
    "I'll be right behind you! Go!" His twin had said, shoving him forward in an attempt to get him moving before turning back and running deeper inside the facility.
  

  
    It was only the insane amount of training drilled into him that stopped him from doubling back.
  

  
    But if he had, him and Danny would be outside right now watching the building burn.
  

  
    And he wasn't answering his comms.
  

  
    The building had blown up too fast for Danny to double back and get out.
  

  
    "You're supposed to help us!" Damian snarled to the Overseer.
  

  
    He hated the idea of an 'Overseer'. Since they were still young they 'needed' someone to watch over them in case they (Damian) get way over their heads or make sure the both of them aren't too heavily injured.
  

  
    But Danny is in a d@mn building and the Overseer isn't doing anything but keeping Damian pinned with an unnatural strength. 
  

  
    "Yes," the Overseer says, their mouth covered by a black cloth that reaches their nose. "But in emergencies, at least one twin must live. It is too late.”
  

  
    No.
  

  
    It’s never too late.
  

  
    (He can visualize Danny’s skin blistering and starting to peel with the heat. Fumbling through thick hazes of smoke. The only options of getting out hastily being blocked by falling and crumbling debris. Maybe Danny is already collapsed somewhere, also calling for Damian’s name. Someone to help.
  

  
    Burning to death is by far the most painful.
  

  
    Or maybe, even with Danny being trapped in there- he’s relieved. That Damian made it out. It’s better him than his brother. It sounds like Danny- and he hates it.
  

  
    Damian can smell the burnt flesh; much like overcooked meat with body fat bubbling and seeping out of peelable skin. The acrid and sulfuric scent of his hair burning and falling away to leave nothing but a blackened corpse, who’s tissues have been destroyed, brittle bones, and something that was once his brother)
  

  
    Bile rises up to his throat.
  

  
    Damian isn’t sure if he wants to find a body or not.
  
  
  He was 
  
    powerful
  
  . Standing tall, shoulders back, chin up- picture perfect of posture.

  He was 
  
    different.
  
   Platinum blonde hair so bright, Damian had to blink away. Transparent bronze skin with a cool undertone. 
  
    (it wasn’t like the warm brown skin of his when they were younger but it wasn’t terribly darkened skin- burnt, peeling or flaking.) 
  
  Pale. Something he would see if it was a dead person. (
  
    He’s supposed to be dead. He is dead.) 
  
  with features so sharp that it was almost inhumane. Scales appeared on his cheeks and his teeth were 
  
    too sharp.
  

  His eyes burn a toxic green. 
  
    (Not the soft blues that plagued his dreams)
  

  He had Authority.

  And most of all, underneath everything unhuman, his facial features were familiar. Damian sees it in the mirror everyday. His gut cramps with conviction.

  It’s Danyal.

  Danny.

  “
  
    Robin!” 
  
  Father barks at him.

  He paused in hesitation but that second cost him as the green portal blipped out of existence and so did his brother. 

  They all said he was dead.

  But they never found a body.

  They never found him in general. MIA, KIA. There was always the doubt lingering in the back of his mind but he saw the state of the facility. Saw how it burned and eventually collapsed on itself.

  It should have been impossible to get out without at least some burns, second to even possibly third degree.

  They called him 
  
    Ghost King
  
  .

  Did Danny actually die in that fire, and what he saw was the ghost of his brother?

  
    What even was the portal?
  

  There's a sudden weight on his shoulder and the small recognition of 
  
    Father; 
  
  is the only reason why there isn't a severed hand on the ground.

  The present comes back to him. Everyone is rounding up the occultists, police sirens are getting closer, and Father is speaking to him. Except it all sounds so far away, he can't hear him and Damian doesn't really care for it.

  He just wants his brother.

  He needs information.
 
  
  

  “I have a brother,” Danny blurts out over a cup of water, the overhead light swinging precariously over them. Them being him and his sister, Jazz, who looks entirely distressed considering the fact that her shirt (Danny’s stolen graphic tee of star wars) is drenched with his tears. And found her brother on the floor, terribly trying to stifle his cries and shaking like a leaf braving the autumn wind.

  She managed to maneuver him from the bathroom into the kitchen and onto a chair while she poured him a cup of water.

  Jazz worries her bottom lip. “Danny, you don’t..” he never liked talking about his past, or where he came from when she found him behind that dumpster all those years ago. 

  The only crumbs she gets is from his nightmares.

  Danny's hand clenched around the glass, just shy from actually cracking and shattering. 

  "I don't think I can keep it a secret anymore… we, I- I just saw him." 
 
  (
  
    They sit down in their respective seats in the cave, a heavy air settling around them. Everyone’s on edge and perhaps if Damian was in a clear mindset he would have snapped at Thomas for his fidgeting, anxiousness rolling off him in doves.
  

  
    “Well,” Nightwing begins. “Never expect I’d see a day where I become a sacrifice for the Ghost King..”
  

  
    Yes, perhaps it was better for Grayson to break the tense silence. No one else would and Thomas was about ready to vibrate out his skin with each passing second..)
  
 
  “Wait. You 
  
    saw
  
   him? How?!” Jazz exclaims, leaning her folded arms on the counter.

  Now it’s Danny's turn to chew at his bottom lip, biting off the dead skin there. “I got summoned again-”

  “Ohmygod..” Jazz groans, putting her head in her hands.

  “-and he was there along with his family as… sacrifices.”

  Jazz pales. “Did he recognize you?!” She’s seen his 
  
    Ghost King
  
   form before and it’s hard to piece something so 
  
    powerful
  
   to the awkward, scrawny teen right in front of her.

  “In a heartbeat.” He says grimly. “Said my name too.”

  She deflates, groaning once more. “Then what?”
 
  (
  
    “You know him.” Father states, not a question, and with the subtlety of a d@mn freight train.
  

  
    Damian could feel the smoldering glare from Nightwing from where he sits.
  

  
    But it’s fine, he prefers to not beat around the bush. They’ve been questioning him since they left the warehouse but he hasn’t said anything. Let alone give off the air that he acknowledge them. They’re in the Batcave now, and Father is the greatest detective alive.
  

  
    Along with Drake.
  

  
    There’s Grayson as well.
  

  
    If anything, it’s only them that could find Danny again.
  

  
    And finally after an hour of not speaking to anyone, he finally speaks:“Yes.”)
  
 
  “So you saved him and his family?” 

  Jazz went from standing across from him to sitting next to him, pressing up against his side after he froze the cup of water recounting the entire experience.

  Danny digs the heel of his palm against his eyes, breathing out a shaky breath. “Yeah, but.. I ran away. I got scared, I didn’t even bother explaining what actually happened. I never thought I would get the 
  
    chance
  
   to explain.” His eyes burn and his head throbs in time with his heartbeat, ready for another wave of tears.

  Jazz manages to take hold of one of his hands, holding tight.

  “We live two different lives! He’s a Wayne kid and a 
  
    Robin.
  
   I’m.. I’m just Danny. A half-dead teen that spends his days fighting ghosts and making sure the Ghost Zone and our reality don’t merge together to form an apocalypse.”

  He knows that he might have spilled too much and Jazz will eventually grill him about his twin being a 
  
    Wayne
  
   and also a 
  
    Robin
  
   and what that could entail, but right now she’s busy with trying to console him through barely coherent sobbing part two: 
  
    Electric Boogaloo
  

  “You miss him..”

  
    Ancients,
  
   more than she could ever know.

  “Do you want to see him again?”

  Danny jerkily nods his head. Ever since he knew his brother was in Gotham it’s been a battle to not fly over them and watch from afar. In some cases there’s been a couple of close calls.

  He wants to see him. But 
  
    should 
  
  he? Danny would be nothing short of opening a can of worms filled with traumatic repressed memories. Would Damian want a reminder of their painful past lingering around?

  Damian was doing better. He had a family to take care of him. He isn’t a part of the League anymore.
 
  (
  
    “It seems like Mother still didn’t fully tell you everything.”
  

  
    Damian could almost feel everyone blink in surprise.
  

  
    “I wasn’t the only son she birthed, there was another… my brother, my twin.” He refuses to look up and meet any of the other’s stares, just continued to glare a hole in the table in front of him. “You would have met him, or at least knew about him, but.. When we were younger we went on a mission.”
  

  
    He grimaces. The same mission that made him scream his voice raw to the point he damaged his vocal cords and couldn’t talk for a week almost.
  

  
    “It took a turn for the worst. I made it out of the building before it exploded but he was still in there.”
  

  
    And he had to be restrained to keep from running in. Forced to watch the building crumble to ashes.
  

  
    “They said he died.”
  

  
    But they never found a body.)
  
 
  “What’s his name?” Jazz says gently, one hand squeezing his and the other on his shoulder like an anchoring weight.
 
  
    (“What was his name?” If Damian didn’t know any better, he’d say Father sounded faint. He knows that he’s already pieced everything together.)
  
 
  Danny scrubs at his eyes, pulling together some semblance of coherency. 

  “Damian al Ghul. But I guess these days he’s called Damian Wayne..”
 
  
    (He finally looks up to meet Father’s gaze. “Danyal al Ghul. It seems like he goes by Ghost King these days.”)
  
  
  D@ck would like to say he’s experienced everything that life could throw at him. Well, at least most of it, because somehow when life throws you lemons it throws you planet size lemons and expects you to catch it.

  He’s many things. Once a sidekick, an independent hero/vigliante (however you want to look at it), a police officer/detective (also depending on perspective), and a pretty d@mn good older brother.

  He used to be an only child but Bruce has a chronic illness called “Adoption” and now he has five little siblings. Five 
  
    volatile, little emotional stunted sh@ts 
  
  of siblings. But after dealing with Jason, D@ck is confident he can deal with any angsty teen.

  Even.. Damian. Whom D@ck loves with his whole heart but the little squirt takes 
  
    volatile
  
   to 
  
    murderous
  
  .

  When he first arrived, anyone who even so much smiled at him almost got their teeth knocked out. He didn’t take kindness or anything 
  
    good
  
  , kindly at all, which certainly did nothing to soothe D@ck’s bleeding heart.

  Damian certainly wasn’t above attempting multiple fratricide to get people from getting close to him. It’s just a good thing that Waynes are incredibly hard headed.

  But what really worried D@ck was their first meeting. He introduced himself as his older brother and never has he seen a child’s face pinch into anger so quickly before and then throw himself at him with a katana.

   “I don’t need a replacement!” He growled.

  Even when D@ck has subdued Damian with ease, much to his ire, the words still stuck with him. 

  
    A replacement.
  

  Did Damian have someone that was like a sibling to him?

  It really only added to the mental checklist of ‘things to tiptoe around- Damian’. (He has four other lists with each of his own little siblings. Plus his father… which was the most extensive. Though, Jason is quite the fierce competitor.)

  But slowly, Damian got used to the family whether he likes to admit it or not. He was still a little adverse to physical touches, the most they could get away with was a hand on the shoulder or a pat on the back.

  Bruce is the only one that could pat his head without losing an arm from the elbow.

  Then the affectionate name of 
  
    Dami
  
   started popping up. When D@ck had called him that for the first time you would have expected that he trash talked Damian’s entire bloodline and said he was lesser than the dirt on his boot, with the way the kid’s expression 
  
    shuttered
  
  , shoulders drawn up to his ears.

  The expression of grief was so prevalent it felt sucker punched to D@ck’s stomach. “
  
    Don’t call me that.”
  
   It was nothing short but a snarl. Grief shifting to anger.

  He tried to apologize but Damian had stormed off the moment D@ck opened his mouth.

  Damian didn’t emerge from his room till hours later.
 
  (
  
    “I’m sorry,” D@ck says, after running into the small boy a couple of days later.
  

  
    Damian had been avoiding him and if the boy didn’t want to be found or didn’t want to be seen by someone, you wouldn’t see hide nor tail of him. Practically impossible to track down. You can only find him when he wants to be found.
  

  
    He watches Damian’s face go though impressive ranges of disgust and something close to constipation. D@ck waits patiently as he knows the teen is trying to process his feelings into words.
  

  
    “It is fine, Grayson.” He says through clenched teeth and furrowed eyebrows. “You didn’t know.” There’s a pained expression on his face.
  

  
    Perhaps if it wasn’t for the moment, he would have pointed out how much Damian acts like Bruce. 
  

  
    Bruce always looked like he wanted to punch something when he had to talk about the big E and F word. (Emotions and Feelings.)
  

  
    It’s like everyone in the house was allergic to those terms.
  

  
    But he gets away with ruffling the runt’s hair without losing an arm from the shoulder, only further cementing that he is in fact all of his siblings favorite older brother.)
  

  So, D@ck has discreetly informed everyone to not call Damian, 
  
    Dani,
  
   and keep going with the usual nicknames; 
  
    Robin with a sword, lil’ Robin, Demon brat 
  
  (Courtesy of Jason).
 
  Things were sorta kinda fine.

  Until y’know, it seemed like Damian and the great 
  
    Ghost King
  
   had a connection.

  It was fine until 
  
    Ghost King
  
   had called Damian- 
  
    Dami.
  

  Fine until Damian tried to keep 
  
    Ghost King
  
   from leaving.

  D@ck could say it was marginally alright til it turns out that 
  
    Ghost King
  
   isn’t any ol’ 
  
    Ghost King
  
  , but in fact, Damian’s deceased twin brother. Who died when they were seven and on a mission.

  
    Replacements.
  
Oh gods, did he think they were trying to replace Danny?
  He didn’t like being called 
  
    Dami
  
   because his dead twin called him that.

  D@ck knows he’s going to be quite busy for the next few days making sure that everyone is processing everything like they should. Hell, he knows that he’s still reeling from the information but Bruce will surely be in turmoil about having (
  
    another) 
  
  dead son, Damian.. is Damian, and Jason has been acting 
  
    off
  
   since the whole summoning, and D@ck believes it could be due to what Jason affectionately calls; 
  
    Pit waters.
  

  Yeah, he really has his work cut out for him.
  
  Danny looks at the handwritten letter in his hand and vaguely feels like he’s going to be sick. “Do you think it’s a good idea?”

  Sam and Tucker peers over his shoulder, both pressed into his sides. “Danny, you’ve been drafting this letter for a 
  
    week
  
   now.” Sam says, not exactly unkindly. “I can’t possibly fathom how you can make it better than what it already is.”

  Tucker slides an arm across his shoulders. “Yeah! Besides, think about this way: reverse the situation; would you care about anything else except that your twin is alive?”

  He makes a great point. Danny 
  
    wouldn’t
  
   care about anything else that doesn’t involve searching and finding his twin.

  But he can’t get out the flicker of anger that appeared across Damain’s face.

  “C’mon, just a conversation. A single one, and we’ll work our way through it. It’s what we always do.”

  His vision blurs and he lets out a watery chuckle. “Yeah.. yeah, okay.”

  The letter trembles in his hand before disappearing into a green flame, sent to its addresser.

  A single conversation. Danny… he could do that.
  
  D@ck has checked the kitchen, the library, the batcave, even his room. He can’t find Damian anywhere. Which should be frankly impossible since for an entire week Damian hasn’t left the batcave unless he was forced to.

  Forced, being that D@ck would suffer a squirming and biting teen slung over his shoulder while he carries him back to his room, performing a very impressive swaddle of blankets around a foul-mouth cursing boy.

  Who just cursed his bloodline to hell and back.

  D@ck simply pats his forehead and wishes the demon child sweet dreams.

  Sometimes Alfred has better luck. Only because people can’t ignore the ‘thin lipped disappointment stare’ or the infamous: “Please be reasonable master Damian and eat something.”

  Either way, Damian doesn’t leave the batcave unless forcibly removed from the vicinity. He’s about as bad as Tim when the guy is working on a case.

  “Have you seen Damian?” D@ck says, once he doubles back to the kitchen to see both Tim and Duke sitting there eating waffles.

  They both look at each other, syrup, whip cream, and chocolate syrup the only evidence of the absolute demolition of waffles. “No,” Duke’s voice muffled by swallowing the food.

  “Isn’t he supposed to be in the batcave?” Tim sprays whip cream into his mouth.

  D@ck crosses his arms with a frown. “I checked already, he’s not there.” He crosses the distance between them and grabs Duke’s fork before digging into his waffles.

  This earns him an indignant squawk from the boy, before ensuing a one hand fight as he tries to reclaim his fork.

  “What about-”

  “I checked his room, the library, the batcave 
  
    twice
  
   in case he went to the restroom and now I'm doubling back here.”

  Tim doesn’t say anything else before pulling a laptop out the depths of nowhere, immediately clacking across the keyboard, occasionally squinting at the screen.

  “Master D@ck, please give Master Duke his fork back.” Alfred comments from where he appears from the darkness.

  And one to never disobey Alfred, D@ck reluctantly gives the fork back.

  “I can’t find him.” Tim finally says, eyebrows furrowed as he stares intently at the screen. D@ck rounds the table, standing behind him and gripping the back of his chair.

  “What do you mean?”

  Tim gestures to the laptop. “Exactly what I mean. He- there’s no trackers. They’ve either been destroyed or dismantled. He managed to avoid all the cameras in the house. I can’t even find him on street cameras.”

  Damian is always the slippery one.

  “Did he get a lead?” Duke also gets up from where he’s at to peer at the laptop.

  Tim shrugs a shoulder. “He probably got a lead and went to check it out himself.”

  D@ck shakes his head. “He would have told Alfred at the very least if he didn’t tell us.”

  The three Waynes looked over to the butler who sadly shakes his head.

  Which is a huge 
  
    yikes
  
  .

  Tim crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. “So, either he found a lead and went off on his own… or someone took him?”

  Duke gives him a quizzical look. “Someone got into the Wayne manor without us noticing and snuck off with Damian?”

  “Can’t exactly notice a ghost..”

  D@ck brain stalls. “Are you trying to say…”

  Tim gives a shaky nod. “I mean it’s possible. His twin could have whisked Damian away.”

  Hm, yeah, okay. D@ck can do this. Just gotta find a very elusive kid who only wants to be found when they want to 
  
    and
  
   a ghost.

  The typical average older brother things.

  “Suit up, we got some siblings to find.”

  
  

  
  

    
      
        
        
          whew this chapter was definitely a dizzy. and ik D@ck was going to input his opnions and thoughts even though he wasn't originally supposed to get a POV but now he does.Omg!! did u guys like the double POV of like Danny and Damian talking and explaining to their families at the same tme?? I felt so creative for that- but if it's too confusing let me knowalso i would have added Danny, Sam, and Tucker talking but this chapter was so dialouge heavy with my signature character analysis on the side that if i had to add another dialouge scene someone would have to put me in a strait jacket. (I hate dialouge bc i feel like I write them wrong and unnatural.)and the amountn of parenthesis and italization should quite literally be illegal bc there was sooo much of it.anyways, next chapter is the BigTalk(tm) so- we'll see how that goes. I think it'll take a week to come out so yeah,, bye now!!'
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