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To Play Pretend
(PhantomVision Revised)
Let me out! Let me out!
This is isn’t real! It’s not real! Accept it, play along play along. Get out! Convince him, you have to convince him! Get out! Wake up! Snap out of it! Play along play along play along
Wake up! It’s not real wake up wake up accept it wake up wake up wake up get up get up get up
Bruce sits bolt upright with a haze of fog still between his skin and his mind. Immediately, his gut feels off, the way his shoulders are loose with the lack of anxiety and paranoia that he’s grown used to, the way his vision is not quite aligned to his senses.
And yet.. he can’t seem to raise the right sense of alarm. His mind stays slow and calm, even as he mentally screams to start investigating. Someone, something is messing with his mind.
He turns his head to the side of the bed he’s in-another thing he does not recognize- surprised to find Diana laying next to him.
How is she here? No, they were on a mission, investigating.. something. Why can’t he remember? He’d had Oracle on comms, Wonder Woman at his side, it was a Justice League mission- why is he-
Bruce winces, sharp pain running across the front of his brain. What was-
The door slams open, a boy he doesn’t recognize standing there, dark black hair, and blue-green-blue eyes. His mind jumps to son, a shallow feeling of family bubbling up that makes Bruce want to recoil, this isn’t Damian, it’s not Tim or Jason or Dick or Cass- this isn’t his son! This isn’t his family! he wants to yell out.
And yet, his mouth calls him Danny, a name he doesn’t know and says with such familiarity.
“Dad! Babs is being a know it all again!”
Bruce feels his face smile without his permission just as he sees Barbara step around the doorframe.
She’s standing, she’s younger, she looks just a little different, hair pushed back by a teal blue headband- Bruce wants to scream, something is wrong!- instead he smiles more as she ruffles Danny’s hair.
“Little Brother, you’re going to be late for school,” Barbara says, despite the fact that she had always, always been an only child.
Diana sits up beside him, and Bruce can’t even turn away from the two in front of him, no matter how much he tries, barely managing a wide eye look from his peripheral. He can’t tell if Diana even catches it. He can’t move, can’t interrogate the only unknown here, kid or not, can’t research or ask Oracle for more information. Barbara hasn’t been able to reply to him any more than he has.
Within a blink, they’re downstairs-how did they get here, what’s happening, is there a time distortion as well?- and Bruce is standing at the stove top, a pan of broken eggs with small bits of shells in them in front of him.
It’s manageable. He could still finish these eggs- unbidden he steps aside, a jovial laugh as Diana goodnaturedly scolds his cooking abilities, emptying the pan and starting anew.
Bruce turns. Danny and Barbara are both sitting at the table, Danny the picture of teenage recklessness, homework spread in front of him.
Every word looks like scribbles, staring too hard makes his brain hurt.
The toaster dings. Danny looks up at it, glaring. Bruce swears his eyes flash green-
“All done! Enjoy!” The clink of plates hitting the table makes them both look over as Diana sets them down.
Barbara and Diana share a look even as Diana stiffly turns back to the counters.
Bruce looks at the toaster.
Empty.
“Come on, Babs we’re gonna be late for school!”
Barbara hesitates, a pained look hidden just behind her eyes, “Danny, I- my legs hurt right now okay? I can’t drive us to-“ The words sound like a struggle to get out. And Danny stands stock still in the living room, looking at her with unnatural stillness.
“But you always drive us to school.”
Bruce watches Barbara’s body snap back to that same stiffness as before as she moves to stand from the kitchen table.
Bruce forces a step forward, smile on his face, “How about I drive you today, kiddo?”
“Okay, Dad!” Danny smiles, movement returning to the room. He moves to grab his backpack left against the wall and Bruce throws another look at Barbara from the side of his eye. She’s okay for now, body more natural as she returns the look with wide eyes herself.
Still, she stands and follows after them as his feet lead them to the car out front.
It’s an old station wagon, a stereotypical family car.
Even as Bruce walks around to the driver door, keys somehow already in his pocket, he catches Danny staring at the car with narrowed eyes and suspicion.
Bruce looked back at the car- truck, had it always been a truck, no, no, no, it changed it changed, things were changing.
Danny climbed into the backseat like nothing was different and Bruce did the same, Barbara behind him in the backseat.
His body is autonomous on the drive, even as Bruce tries futilely to jerk the wheel or slam the pedals, they continue to go forward on the road, Bruce’s face as calm as ever. It’s almost familiar, the two of them bickering in the back seat, chattering like his own children, there were his own- no! They weren’t! His kids were out there! Not here! Not here not here-
Bruce stops, awareness heightening abruptly, his limbs his own.
They’re at a stop light, despite there being no other cars around.
The backseat is silent.
Bruce turns back, surprised to see Danny staring silently out the window. He looks at Barbara next, grateful to see real emotion, pain, panic, on her face, not just hidden behind wide empty eyes.
Danny continues to stare out the window.
Bruce follows his line of sight across the street to a closed down burger restaurant. The outside looks clean, but the sign looks burnt and destroyed. Yellow caution tape flaps in the wind across the entrance.
“Danny, what are you looking at?” He asks, surprised to hear the words come out, completely of his own volition.
Danny doesn’t move.
“We don’t go there anymore.”
Bruce narrows his eyes, clues filing into order, “Why, Danny. What is that place?”
“We just don’t.”
“Why Danny, why is that place so-“
“We just DON’T, okay!” Danny shouts, face angry as he turns around to yell, and there- his eyes, that flash of neon-
Bruce is facing forward again. The light is green. The car moves, sound resumes.
His chance is gone.
Bruce wants to grit his teeth, clench the leather of his gauntlets beneath his fists. He barely manages to tighten his hands around the steering wheel.
Too quickly they arrive at the school. Barbara slowly getting out even as Danny practically races up the steps. Bruce wants to help her, surprisingly, his body follows. Allow him to support her under a hug, a fatherly hand on her opposite shoulder, fingers supporting her armpit as they go up the stairs.
Danny looks at them with a tilt of his head and furrowed brows.
Words fall from Bruce’s mouth, unbidden, as his feet force him backwards, “See you after school, Danno! Bye, Babsy-pants!”
The look vanishes from Danny’s face.
Seconds later, a man approaches them, eyes zeroed in on Danny.
“Ah, Daniel, glad to see you’re on time!” The man says, and Danny looks at him, blinking harshly with confusion apparent.
“You must be young Daniel’s father… Jack, was it?” The man smiles slightly and turns to Bruce, grey hair tied in a ponytail behind him, “I am his teacher, Mr. Lancer.”
Bruce’s neck tingles, an odd sense of familiar paranoia prickling his nerves, “It’s Bruce, a pleasure to meet you,” he shakes the offered hand automatically, watching as the man’s smile sharpens at the edges.
“And the same to you… Mr. Fenton.”
The name rings hollow in his memory, barely scratching a memory before it is buried under fog and stuffed cotton.
“I just have so much to teach him,” Mr. Lancer smiles again, watching as Danny finally walks fully through the school doors, turning down a hallway.
Even under whatever spell this is, Bruce is wary of this teacher, though he can do nothing to show it, even feel it past a surface notion of wrongness. But still, his feet carry him down the steps without his permission, away from a kid he is ostentatiously supposed to protect.
As he gets closer to the car, Bruce feels the cloud over his thoughts get thicker, step by step, each clogging his mind more.
He catches sight of the school’s announcement sign, the date.
Mid-October, the numbers hard to read, but he caught enough.
They were months into the school year already. How long had he been here? How long before he’d even woken up enough to know it? How long had he been away from his family?
His fingers clasp around the cool metal of the door handle.
Bruce blinks.
The bell rings.
Faceless, unfamiliar kids flood out of the doors and Bruce gets out of the truck- car, it was a car, it was a car-greeting Danny with a hug, Barbara with a helping hand.
They leave almost immediately, the two of them in the backseat as Bruce drives.
Occasionally, Bruce will look in the rear view mirror and find a completely different sight, the road cracked and broken, buildings abandoned, streets empty; and yet when he checks again, it’s gone. The reflection the same as the road before him.
He can only see it like a translucent image in his peripheral.
Somehow their route home does not take them back past the burger restaurant again. Bruce has used and discarded three different mind strengthening techniques by the time they are back in front of the house.
He parks, noticing for the first time how the air shimmers in front and top of it, the light shifting like a curtain covering furniture when he doesn’t look directly at it.
Diana is sitting on the couch in the living room when they come in, a laptop perched on her lap, looking for all the world like a stay at home worker.
The seemingly blank pieces of paper on the coffee table are discarded as she gets up and moves towards the kitchen.
“Welcome home Danny, how was school Babs?” She says, food preparations already set out around her.
Bruce walks towards her, a hand across her shoulders; the picture of loving parents.
He hopes the feeling of solidarity gleams through anyways.
Freedom of movement snaps through his body so suddenly he nearly staggers. He looks at Diana, a thousand words in one glance, then turns to Danny.
The boy is staring at the door on the side of the kitchen. By its placement, Bruce would guess storage, a pantry, a basement maybe. He hesitates to break the unnatural stillness in the air.
Diana is already halfway to the door, Barbara is at the table, thumbs flying across her phone screen.
He makes a decision, throwing away the facade, “Danny, where are we? Why are we here?”
Danny’s face furrows, head tilting in confusion, but his eyes don’t leave the basement door, green light seeping from the edges.
“We’re… at home. Right? I just wanted… I wanted to go home..” Danny says, eyes flickering that damning bright green.
Bruce presses on, he needs answers, “What happened here Danny? What is this? Why are we here?”
“I…” Danny’s face furrows further, “I don’t…”
The doorbell rings, snapping Danny’s attention to it. Taking with it his mind and movement, fog sliding over his senses.
Bruce’s looks at the basement door from the side of his vision, any hint of green light gone.
“Danny, your friends are here!” Diana’s voice calls out.
Bruce’s vision jumps to the front door, thankful that he follows Danny as he leaves the kitchen.
No no no.. no no.. not them, leave them alone, leave them out of this!
Tim and Stephanie stand at the door, plastic smiles on their faces as they high-five Danny.
“Hey guys! Ready to play Doom?!” Danny says, a wide smile on his face, leading them both inside.
Straight past Bruce.
They walk right past him, shallow words and teenage garble trading between them like it’s natural, like it’s real. Why wouldn’t it be?
NO! Not them! None of it’s real! Let them go!
“You know it Danny! I got new mods, maybe we’ll finally beat Steph!” Tim says, loud in way he never is, pulling a bulky PDA from his pocket.
Stephanie laughs, elbowing the both of them, “Not in a million years, T!”
Bruce watches, helpless to stop them as they go past him, raging against his own body.
Tim casts a desperate look over his shoulder before they disappear up the stairs.
He manages a glance at both Diana and Barbara, each returning the tense undercurrent of urgency that runs through them all.
Even as the fog thickens, submerging his thoughts like polluted waters, he forces his mind to center on one thought, even if that’s all he can do for now, he will not be locked back into this lie they are trapped in.
He will fix this.
Somehow.
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PhantomVision
Please go read the rewritten better version here please
When Bruce woke up, his mind was filled with fog. Why? What happened to-
His wife turned in her sleep next to him, and he smiled down at her. Her red hair fell around her shoulders.. red? Bruce blinked again. Diana’s hair was black, dark ebony, not- oh, he sees, of course, her hair was just a dark, dark red, of course, how could he miss it.
He gently leaned down and kissed her temple, watching as her eyes snapped open, then blinked slowly as tenseness faded.
“It’s morning time, Diana, time to get up. We have a big day today!”
Diana smiled as she sat up, pausing to briefly rub at her forehead with scrunched eyebrows, “Of course, dear.. I’m just, I think I had an odd dream..?” Diana looked slowly around the room, confusion lacing her features, “Bruce, where..why is today a big day..?”
Bruce paused, “I… don’t kno-“
Their bedroom door slammed open, “Mom! Dad! Get up! I don’t want to be late my first day of school!”
In the doorframe stands a young boy, 14 or 15 maybe, with dark black hair and bright blue eyes.
Barbara comes up behind him, stark red hair contrasting with the teal headband pushing it back, “Come on Danny, we still have an hour, we’re not going to be late, we still have to have breakfast.”
Bruce smiles, “Don’t worry Danny, your pops can cook up breakfast fast enough to get us there on time!” He practically jumps out of bed, sweeping Danny into a hug as he goes past.
The cloudiness of his mind is easy to forget as he starts on scrambled eggs for the family. He drops the first two eggs with shells in the pan with a wince, this is why Alfred never-. Who was-?
“Here Bruce, let me take over,” Diana slides in beside him with an indulgent smile as she empties the pan and starts again.
“Thanks Di, you know I was never much good at cooking,” he leans down to kiss her.
She turns to briefly return it before grabbing a spatula, “Well, I didn’t marry you for the food, Bruce.” She smiles.
“Ughhhh! Gross parent germs!” Danny groans from the table, already eating a piece of toast.
Babs walks by with a smile, ruffling her brother’s hair, “They’re just like that Danny, you know you’ll have to get used to it right?”
“Never!” He says, but there’s a smile on his face.
They all laugh at that as Diana takes the plates and puts them in the sink.
“If you don’t want to be late we better get in the car soon Danny,” Bruce says, checking his watch even though he doesn’t remember getting dressed with it this morning.
“Dang it!” Danny shouts, grabbing his backpack and running towards the door. Babs walks calmly behind him, both already in the car when he gets there.
Bruce listens to the family chatter of his kids as they drive, only to pause at a stoplight when it falls deadly silent.
He glances back, surprised to see Danny staring out the window with a glazed, hurting look.
Bruce follows his eyes to a closed burger restaurant on the other side of the street. Yellow tape is placed across the darkened storefront.
“What’s that place Danny?” He asks, curious as to why the boy is reacting so strongly.
Danny stiffly turns forward, “It’s nothing, Dad, just go. It’s just a closed restaurant, we don’t go there anymore.”
Something scratches Bruce’s mind, “Why not, Danno?”
Danny slams his hands down on the seat, “We just DON’T, OKAY!”
A horn honks behind him, the light green and Bruce presses the gas forward.
“Have a good day at school!” Bruce says, waving at them from the car window as they get out.
Danny waves back at him, shyly embarrassed by his dad’s display, but accepting of it anyways.
His mind blurs, thick as molasses- B! Where!- gray fog that smothers his que-
Bruce watches his kids come back down the steps as school ends, surrounded by a flood of other teens.
He gets out to stand and greet them, a smile on his face as their teacher introduces himself.
“Hi there, I’m Mr.Lancer, and you must be young Daniel’s father… Jack?” The man asks, grey hair pulled back in a ponytail.
Bruce scrunches his brows, “I’m Bruce,” he shakes the extended hand firmly, “Pleasure to meet you.”
The man’s smile brightens, sharpening at the edges in a way that makes Bruce’s head tilt, “Of course, of course! It’s a pleasure to have Danny in my class, I just have so much to teach him,” The man smirks.
“Come onnn, Dad, let’s go!”
Bruce turns around, still waving to the teacher as he gets in the car. The eyes stay on them through the rear view mirror as they drive away.
Bruce pries his eyes away from the schoolfront, glancing at his son.
“How was school, Danny?”
“Fine, I mean Dash is still here but at least he’s in different classes this year.”
“And how about you, Princess?” He says, looking at Babs.
Babs looks up at him through the mirror, a hint of tightness on her lips, “I’m… fine. My legs have been hurting all day though. I can’t figure out why.”
“I’m sure it’s no big deal. Let’s go inside.” Danny says, getting out of the car. They’re already home, though Bruce is sure it should have taken longer. The thought is lost to thick cotton in his mind.
Babs is able to get out of the car on her own, following them up to the entrance. Why does that seem odd?
Diana greets them as they come in, giving them each a hug. Bruce notices a shine around her wrists.
“What’s that, Dee, new jewelry?”
Diana looks down at the thick golden bracelets with a lift of her eyebrows, “Oh.. I was.. cleaning out the basement today… we just have so much stuff down there. I found them in a box… I think.. I think they’re from my mother.” Diana runs a gentle finger along the smooth metal surface, face soft with nostalgia.
When Bruce looks up, he sees Danny standing in the kitchen, eyes glued to the basement door with an empty stare.
“Our basement? … isn’t it…”
The doorbell rings, making Danny look over, trance lost.
When Diana opens the door, Tim and Steph are standing there. Bruce stares at them for a second, unblinking.
“Danny, your friends are here!” Diana yells, making the boy come rushing back down the stairs.
“Hi, Steph, hey Tim, ready to play DOOM?” He says with a smile.
“Of course, Danny!” Tim exclaims, pulling out a slim modified PDA, “I just downloaded the new mods, it’s gonna be sick! Maybe we’ll finally beat Steph!”
Steph playfully kicks at him with a combat boot, “As if, loser! You know I win every time.”
Bruce watches them go upstairs, both barely sparing a look at him as they follow Danny.
Why does he feel like the floor is dropping out from under him? Why do his thoughts keep getting swallowed by this… this.. fog?
Why is he…?
What’s happening?
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