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dcxdpdabbles · 4 months

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DCxDP fanfic idea: Big Fish in Gotham Pond

Based off of @saphushia art found here. . I just loved the idea of Tucker not knowing his skill level because he grew up in the boonies

Tucker gets scouted by Wayne Enterprises after he fixes a kid's computer game while in Gotham visiting Danny.

See, Tucker always known he is passable at tech- one has to be when a technology theme ghost is consistently harassing one's best friend- but to be good at something in a small town like Amity Park didn't mean much .

It's a big fish in a small pound sort of deal. That's why he's never put much thought into it. If Tucker were ever to rank himself in terms of school grades, he would say his computer skills were about a C-.

B+ if it was just coding.

His parents also don't think much of his obsession with his PDA or phones. They thought he waste too many hours on them like the rest of his generation.

It didn't matter that Tucker's technology was about five or more years behind his classmates.

The Foley were hard-working people who barely scraped enough for bills. They were never below the property line, but they danced on it often enough that Tucker knew never to ask for unnecessary purchases.

For as long as he could remember, his parents have always worked long and hard hours. He never blamed them for missing so much of his childhood, in fact he was grateful that they worked so hard to keep the roof over his head, but he did miss them.

That's why Danny's house became a haven for him. He was always at the Fenton's place because the loud, wacky family was much better company than the home silence.

Tucker knew that his family's financial situation didn't change how Danny or Sam viewed him. They had his back through tick and thin just as he did for them, but as they got closer to graduation the difference between them became jarring.

Sam had easy picking of what she wanted to do and where she wanted to go. Her parents were so overjoyed that she wanted to go to a university that they didn't even argue about her wishing to major in botanical biochemistry.

She had started house hunting in Star City midway through senior year. Her parents would gift it to her as a graduation present. Sam would live there for the next eight years to finish her degree.

Danny's parents, while somewhat eccentric, were also certified geniuses. Between the two of them, they had five PHDs and were often freelancing for companies when not doing ghost research. They too could send their two kids to college States away with housing not being a issue.

Jazz went to Metropolis to study Physiology. She lived in a small apartment but was doing well off her scholarships and parent's funding. Last he heard, she had a part-time job at the Daily Planet as a research assistant to gain some independence.

Danny wanted to go to Gotham for their engineering program. He, too, had an apartment of his own, with scholarships and equal funding from his parents. He also worked at Wayne Enterprises, but he was a receptionist. He hoped that once he graduated, he could apply for their engineering program

Not Tucker. His family could only help him get into Community College near Amity. He also couldn't afford to move out so he stayed with them, picking up a part time job to help out when he could.

Tucker is a first-generation college student so even though it wasn't much, he loved to see how his parents glowed when telling others their boy was futhering his education. He wanted to do something that paid well- and after years of patching up Danny- he figured nursing would do the trick.

Tucker would do all his basics in the community College, take a break to save up some money and then move on to the bigger schools.

The day of the graduation felt bittersweet. Team Phantom was finally adults, finally starting out in the real world, but while Danny and Sam moved on to bigger and better things, Tucker knew he would be left behind in little no-where Amity Park.

He never brought it up, but he felt a small dosage of envy the last day of summer before his friends finished packing and left.

Despite both being gone, Tucker had little to no social life even though they called, texted, and emailed often. His days blurred between class, work, and home. Even then, classes were long and tedious, work often ending with one or more customers screaming in his face to try and get free food.

His parents quickly started to nag that he should find a wife as they had married young. They couldn't figure out why he didn't want the same, even though he had no social life again.

Life became dull.

Tucker's only sparks of joy were playing online with Danny and Sam - when they found the time to log in or re-coding his old tech to try and salvage it whenever it broke down.

Soon, it became apparent that Tucker was slowly lacking motivation when he started skipping classes to sleep in and started feeling anxious when he needed to clock in for shifts.

It leads to him barely getting out of bed.

He felt horrible about it, thinking his parents sacrificed so much for him only to have him throw away the opportunities they gave him, and the cycle of not being able to get out of bed would start all over again.

It was Danny who caught on, and all but begged Tucker to come to Gotham for a weekend. He even sent money over for the plane ticket.

Tucker couldn't have gotten on that plane fast enough. He arrived early on Friday since the tickets were cheaper- and Uber over to WE headquarters to pick up Danny's keys as they agreed.

That way, Tucker could sleep and rest in the apartment while Danny worked.

Danny would finish his shift and have the weekend plus Monday and Tuesday off to spend with Tucker. When he arrived, Danny was helping a school check in for a field trip, so Tucker sat down to wait.

Next to him, a kid was growling at his laptop, frankly typing and moving his fingers over the computer's touch mouse. Tucker accidentally glimpsed his screen when the kid started swearing in a different language.

It looked like a shooting game but his lag was bad. By the time the boy pressed the buttons to have his little drone move the other flying things he was chasing were flipping though the air and out of his shooting rage.

It sucked when that happened, and since he was using WE free wifi for guests, it was probably the game. The graphics were badass, though. Seemed almost real.

"Hey try updating the system" He tells the kid after seeing the boy once again lag so bad he missed his shot.

Green eyes swing to him drenched in rage. Which yeah, Tucker knows how frustrating that could be.

"Did I ask for your help!?" The boy snaps, his words lined with an upper-class accent. Made sense since he was wearing a Gotham Academy uniform like the rest of the large school group. "Why are you even looking this way, peasant?"

"No, sorry. I just noticed the lag." Tucker raised his hand, slightly amused at the peasant insult. "I thought I could fix it for you."

The boy's face spams, "You believe you have the ability?"

"Ugh sure? I can try?"

"Here. Be quick. The fate of this city's air defenses depend on it" the boy turns his lap top to him and Tucker blinks.

Okay. So fix the game. He can do that.

And he does, quickly opening the code, analyzing the control and commands , he gets it running properly in less then twenty minutes. The boy seems utterly shock but he quickly takes control of the game and shoots down all the escaping ninjas from the sky.

"Thank you." The boy says with no more tense in his shoulders. Then he closes his laptop and dissappears with the crowd of students.

Tucker thought the kid was a cute.

Danny hands him the keys not long after and he leaves.

Never was he aware of the Boy being Damian Wayne and that the game was not a game but a actual defensive drone system that was fighting off the League of Assassins.

He only finds out how important those two facts are when Danny gets a call from Tim Drake asking if he could pass along Tucker's information because the CEO wanted him on staff as soon as possible..

Both nineteen-year-olds lost their minds after getting the call, screaming at each other in ghost shrieks of glee. They called Sam to let her know- and have her lawyers look over the contact Tim Drake sent just to make sure it wasn't a big-time company trying to screw him over.

He went to an interview three days later. He faced Tim Drake, the current seventeen-year-old CEO, Leo Noir, the current head of HR, and Jessica War, the current head of computer services. They asked him many questions about himself- some of which he felt he had answered terribly- then had him take a computer test.

Tucker thought it was busy work, so he quickly breezed through it. He fixed the problem in many of the coding for various programs, adding his flare to the final product, and after thanking them for their time, went out into the lobby.

He hadn't even reached the door before Jesssica ran after him, offering him the job. Apparently, the first two problems they had him do was the busy work. Tucker had thought they were the ones to let him get comfortable with the coding program.

Like a tutorial in video games.

The other seven were actual issues; many of their latest cellphone products failed. Tucker had solved them in an hour, which had taken the actual team of coders about a month.

"Nitey one dollar and thirty-five cents an hour," Tim tells him tapping the hiring contact. "It would be eighty hours every paycheck. You can work here or at home. Full Benefits. What do you say?"

Tucker's jaw drops. "When do I start!?"

He calls his parents to tell them he will be staying in Gotham with Danny. He tries to explain what had happened but it was all so fast that he can only babble about certain parts.

They tell him not to worry about explaining because they understand how much this means to him.

His parents help pack everything for him and when he flies back for it they, offer him hugs and support. Tucker is so glad they aren't mad.

"I sort of knew it was coming," His dad laughs. "You and that Fenton boy have always been inseparable."

"I did the same thing, you know," His mom says, wiping tears from her eyes but smiling all the same. "I moved with your father states away with little to no plan when I turned twenty too. Drove your grandfather mad."

He loves them both so much. He promises to send money- disregarding their denials- and flies back to Gotham, where Danny has opened his apartment until he gets enough for his own place.

He plans on renting a house with three bedrooms, one for him, one for his office, and another for Danny, as soon as he can. He wants to pay his friend back for everything he did and Danny deserves a bigger living space.

And for once, he'll not have to worry about money!

For once, life is looking up!

(What Tucker is unaware of, is that his parents think he moved to the big city to be with his childhood best friend turned recent lover. They don't know that the money he is sending home is from his own payroll and not Danny's. They think he's a stay-at-home husband.

Tucker is also unaware that the Bats are closely watching him in case he goes rogue. They have been slowly "causally" running into him in the city and breaking into his place to check for supervillain activity.)

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Big Fish in Gotham Pond au #Tucker is unaware of his skills #The Bat's are keeping a eye on him #His parents think he dropped out to be gay in Gotham'#Danny is happy for his best friend #Sam is laughing silly in Star City #Tucker in his main character era #Is Danny in love with him? Who knows

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satoshy12 · 2 months

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Furry Bruce Wayne?

Jasmine Fenton was the babysitter that Bruce had found and liked, and she worked for him. She was pretty good at taking care of the Batchildren, and the payment was good for Jazz university loan.

It was just bad luck that Jazz found the Batcave.

Jazz saw the Batcave, and the costume did meet with Bruce Wayne. Who first thought he would try to talk with her about all of this and the secret? Only for her to scream at him about being furry and how he can let his children that young join his hobby! It's bad for them as they grow up!! Well, on one side, she doesn't believe he is Batman, and his family otherwise She thinks we are all furries and wants to make sure the kids grow up healthy and do not see things that way at their age!

Bruce did plan C. He grounded all his kids at home as Jazz made a 4-hour lecture ready for their lives and how they should be careful, and no, they aren't birds, so they can't fly. Damian really wants to leave... at least Tim, Jason, Drake, Steph, Cass and even Dick have to listen to this too.

#danny phantom #Jazz Fenton #batkids #batman #batfam #dp + dc #dc x dp #dc comics #dcau #dp x dc #dc #dp #Bruce wayne the Furry!#Yeah... we are furries not super heroes #babysitter Jazz

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impyssadobsessions · 5 months

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DPXDC Enemy of my Enemy is the Worse "Excerpts" (Part 1?) I have more Ideas

Okay I kepy thinking about the prompt Enemy of my Enemy is the Worse I made LOL- (gonna post excerpts.) Probably wont fully write this.. as much as I like to right now LOL. If this inspires anyone to write, go for it.

"So now what? Going to vivisect me? Experiment? Rip my molecules apart like how my-Mr. Fenton keeps telling me." "Unfortunately, no." Agent K grumbles. "And its dissection, not-" Agent O tries to correct. "I maybe dead-but I'm not THAT dead." Danny rolled his eyes, flashing them at the two men in white. He can't believe any of this is happening. Oh he wished he listened to Jazz.. or Sam or Tuck more. He pulled at his ghost proof bindings, them having him ridiculously buried in the restraints. "Actually, Mr. Phantom, is it? I wanted to talk." Another bald man walks in, his suit notably black. Danny raised his eyebrow unimpressed, "What? Is it the Guys in Black and White now? Not that I'm against it, I'm all for equality, but it does seem a little off brand. I'm guessing the bleach bill is getting too high." Agent O was about to speak out- when the guy in black raised his hand to silence him. This guy only looked slightly amused, which gave Danny the creeps. "Of course not. That'd be ridiculous, though I'm not against inclusivity either. I'm Lex Luthor, and it is my recent interest in ghosts that had allowed the GIW to reach its full potential. " "So another annoying billionaire. Great."

"So you know of me? Perfect, then we can keep this simple. In truth, I am only interested in one ghost in particular." "We can capture him without involving ourselves with this scum-" "This GHOST has not only evaded my notice for YEARS, but has been stealing very valuable technology that would go beyond NASA's comprehension. Though I don't doubt your expertise, it has not come without notice that this particular ghost is seen the most-" Lex flicked his eyes down at Phantom. "With you." Agent K and O unrolled paper from their suits to reveal a picture of Plasmius. "The Wisconsin Ghost." - "Plasmius?!" Danny spoke same time the Agents did. Lex smirked at the Agents then down at Phantom. Danny took a moment to register what was going on before busting out laughing. "Really? What makes you think I'm buddy buddy with Plasmius? He's a total fruitloop and honestly- not surprise. He steals blueprints from my p---Dr. Fentons all the time." "You steal their items as well, if we recall." Agent K raised a brow. "Well-I- Just because- YOU USE THEIR BLUEPRINTS TOO!" "Enough. " Lex starting to sound annoyed, Danny felt like it was a win. Serves bastard right. Man did he hate billionaires. "I've observed your work in Amity Park. If I dare say you are quite similar to many of the masked vigilantes that plague this Earth. Even more heroic in my opinion." Danny was not biting at whatever trick Lex was pulling. Though he didn't miss the skip of his core at being recognized something other than a menace. 'He's lying to you.' he repeated in his head. Pulling on his bindings again to remember the real situation before him.

"That being said, I like you to do as heroes do and capture this criminal, then bring him to me." "Look, thanks for the compliment- but we both know I'm not seen as a hero. So why don't you quit the buttering 'cause I'm not interested in culinary and tell me what's in it for me. Even though I'm barely c-average on the best of days, I'm not dumb. I'm not doing this for free or just some lame you will be spared nonsense. Been there done that." Lex smirked again, "I'll grant you immunity from GIW and you can have your haunt back." "Wait? What?!" "But it took so long to capture him-" "IF you manage to capture Plasmius and bring him to me before GIW can." Danny glanced at the two agents as they puffed out their chests. Cocky. They really think they could capture Vlad? Then painfully reminded himself that they did catch him. "And if I don't agree?" "We DISSECT you and use you for very unethical and highly painful experiments that are legal on subjects like yourself." Agent K happily boast. "Riiiight." Danny clicked his tongue, "Add in that these guys are not allowed to be in a 50 miles radius from Amity and I'll do it." "No-" "Deal."

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Danny looped on back to the entryway as he finished swooping through every room of the manor. "Alright! Come on out Fruitloop! I know you're still here-" Just as Phantom floated down to land, he felt a hard punch in his face that sent him skidding across the room into the wall. "OOF" "Guess I should have seen that com...ming..." Danny rubbed his jaw, turning back to see who punched him. His eyes widening as he recognized the heroes he was facing. "Phantom. We're taking you into custody." "YOU CALLED THE JUSTICE LEAGUE ON ME?!" -----(Fight happens)--- Flash manages to hold Phantom, using his speeding molecules to keep Phantom from phasing through his grip. Danny gritting his teeth as the other heroes ready to capture him. Fine. If he can't phase through, he'll just phase in. Phantom uses his icy breath to freeze everything around them. Superman quickly uses his laser vision to melt the ice covering the room in mist, trying to keep themselves from being frozen. "Flash!" When the mist cleared the was no sign of him. Superman using his hearing to try and locate him- despite guarding his right side, he was kicked into the wall by Flash. Flash's eyes glowing bright green. "Well this is weird." -Proceeds to fight in Flash's body for a moment, until he gets knocked out of it. Danny's on his last legs, thinking he barely done a number on them (Not realizing he had been giving them quite a fight). Danny tries to reason again only to hear Amity Park doing great since GIW involvement. Still he isn't backing down. Even mentions Lex is backing them. He knows its only temporary peace if its really peace at all. Which he suspects is a big farce. Besides the portal still resides in Amity. GIW can't get a hold of that- portal. If he can't make them hear him out, then he'll show them why Vlad isn't just some victim. (Not realizing what Justice League may have already discovered) "Want to know why the number 2 worse billionaire is after Fruitloop?" standing up as the net placed on him burned and electrified him. It hurt so much, but he wasn't ready to quit now. Superman flew out in front of the others to block Phantom as Phantom tackled him. Phantom just uses rest of his strength to crash Superman through layers of floors til they reached the secret lab. Superman flinging Phantom into the other side of the room just as they landed, making him slam into a green tube, shattering it. The netting having dropped to the ground away from him. He coughed, shaking as a white ring dangerously popped around his waist shakily dancing, until Phantom sucked it back in. Not yet. The green ectoplasm from the tube soaking into his skin. His eyes widening as he saw what the green ectoplasm was from, jumping back with a disgust yell. He watched the clone fizzle out. "ALREADY? Really Vlad?" He shook off the creeps. "What is this?" "A Lab, du-UAHHHHHHH-" He found himself being spun around by Flash, and flung into the air where he was lassoed. Wonder Woman yanked on the rope tight, swinging him down into the opposite wall. He really was tired of being walled by them. Batman was quick to cuff him as Superman froze him in place. Danny raised a tired brow, unamused. "Are we chill now?" "No." "Thought so." ---bit more talking. Danny navigating his way through the truth of the lasso before using his wail as his last ditch effort to escape. Manages to escape through the portal as the lab collapses.

#danny fenton #dp x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #justice league #crossover #fanfic #prompt #enemy of my enemy is the worse #lex luthor #danny phantom #dp crossover #writing excerpts

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gilbirda · 1 year

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DPxDC cheat sheet

So. I'm not a nitpicking person. I understand that mistakes can be made and typos are a thing and sometimes we are just not the kind of person that can make words work for a variety of reasons (dyslexia, for example).

This is not for that people.

This is for everyone who stumbled into this fandom by mistake and had learned things via osmosis and don't have the energy/time to check the source material for the "correct" thing.

Y'all are valid.

This is a cheat sheet of correct terms and fandom things that are not correct that I've seen in fics.

Disclaimer: while experimenting with canon is fun, this is just to lay down the rules of what's what so it can be the springboard of y'all's beautiful creations.

Given that some people just can't behave online: "If you don't have anything constructive to say, don't say anything." Did I say something wrong? You have resources better than this? You want to make a nitpick? Cool! More info to the mix — But come at me in a hurtful and insulting way and I'm blocking you on the spot.

[Will add more when I think more/have suggestions]

DP SIDE - Post "A Glitch in Time" Canon

Sam is Jewish

Sam is ultra-recyclo-vegetarian aka "doesn't eat anything with a face". Is not a real thing.

It's "Amity Park" not "Amity Ville".

Wes is fanon, same as Kyle. Info on Wes here

It's "Casper High", not "Caspar High".

Mr. Lancer doesn't have a canon name. Common fanon ones are William or Edward.

Ghost obsessions are canon. In AGIT, it's explained that ghosts have a purpose or drive. Danny's purpose is "protection" of both humans and ghosts.

Ghost cores are fanon-ish (there is a mention that Danny's ice powers come from his "core" temperature and is never addressed again, of course) (Episode is "Urban Jungle"). Then in the videogame there are different "types" of ghost powers and something about their cores? Very confusing.

Ghost speak is fanon. However, in AGIT, it's revealed that there's an ghost alphabet, and it's ancient form is based on sanskrit and tamil alphabets. Codex of Ghost alphabet.

Ghost Hunger is canon! In AGIT it's revealed that ghosts feed on emotions and thoughts to stay sapient. If they don't, they become feral with time. Halfas feed from their human side, remaining stable.

Danny is the bridge between the spirit world and living world - canon!

Danny beats the Ghost King Pariah Dark in combat, but faints and that fight is never addressed in the series again. Ghost King!Danny is fanon-ish so go ham with interpreting that. (Episode is "Reign Storm")

Tucker is the reincarnation?? (never stated in canon, but he does look alike) of a pharaoh named "Duul Aman" (Duulaman is also accepted as spelling). Said pharaoh never appears in the series as a ghost, just a picture. Who does appear is his (evil) right hand man, Hotep-Ra, who tries to manipulate Tucker (Episode is "King Tuck"). That Tucker gets cool magic from this event is fanon. But cool.

Sam gets possessed by Undergrowth via a vine straight into her spine (gross). Undergrowth calls her "his daughter" and she tries to lure Danny into "joining her to take over the world". (Episode is "Urban Jungle"). That Sam gets cool plant powers from this event is fanon. But cool.

The Fenton parents are never physically abusive - just comedically neglectful in the way parents are depicted in early 2000s cartoons. Incompetent, misguided, dumb... but they are shown to love their kids. The even accept Danny the 2 canon times they find out about him (Episodes "Reality Trip" and "Phantom Planet").

Jazz is never shown as "mature" in the sense that she had to parent Danny and be the responsible adult. She is comedically the "annoying and meddling older sister" from early 2000s cartoons. She wants to be considered an adult. She couldn't see Youngblood, who is a child ghost that cannot be seen by adults, and Danny had to push her into acting childish to make her see him.

Axiom labs is bought by Vlad's company "Vlad.co" not "DALV.co". DALV.co was the fake company that paid for Maddie and Danny to fly to a conference but stranded them in a forest where Vlad's cabin coincidentally was. (Episode "Maternal Instincts")

Dan is not older Danny. He is not even called "Dan" in canon, just "Dark Danny". He is Danny's ghost half, who killed his human half, ate/merged with Vlad's ghost side and then tried to kill Vlad's human side. Was losing his humanity what made him evil? Was it merging with the Bad Guy(tm) of the series? 🤷‍♀️ Take it as you will. (Episode is "The Ultimate Enemy")

Freakshow is NOT a clown. He is the ringmaster of a goth circus (called Circus Gothica). Danny's headcanoned fear of clowns can be traced back to the "circus" and clown-related imagery surrounding Freakshow's performances, but not directly BY Freakshow. (Episodes "Control Freaks" and "Reality Trip")

DC SIDE

Damian (not Damien or Demian) is never confirmed his religion. Fanon has accepted he is Muslim.

Bruce is from a Jewish family (Martha Wayne was Jewish), but he considers himself an atheist. Same with Kate Kane (Batwoman).

It's "Selina" Kyle, not "Selena" or "Salina".

It's "Talia" Al Ghul, not "Thalia".

It's "Jason", not "Jayson".

Damian is vegetarian, not vegan. It means he doesn't eat meat, but eats animal produces like eggs, milk, etc. He went vegetarian after rescuing Batcow from a slaughterhouse, he didn't arrive at the manor already being vegetarian.

Duke is NOT adopted. Bruce is fostering him temporarily and is more of a mentor to him than a father. Duke considers the others his siblings, though. EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT DUKE: Part 1 | Part 2

Dick was not adopted as a kid, Dick was Bruce's ward. That term is not used anymore, though. Adoption happened later in Dick's adulthood.

It's Gotham, not "Gothem".

Cassandra IS adopted. Legally.

Cassandra's nickname is "Cass", not "Cassie". Cassie is the nickname of another character also named Cassandra (Cassandra Sandsmark, Wondergirl)

"Little Wing" is a canon nickname for Jason from Dick.

"Baby bird" or "Baby bat" are fanon-ish(?). Little Wing, Dickie, Dickie-bird... Canon! Jaylad is not canon, but Jaybird is canon! A GREAT post with receipts about all nicknames. ("Replacement" isn't canon btw).

Stephanie Brown was the 4th Robin. She is not adopted, and was part of the batfamily because she was dating Tim. She is still considered batfamily even if they are not dating anymore.

In Hush, when Jason comes back to Gotham, Jason puts a knife on Tim's throat, but barely leaves a cut. Tim's throat wasn't injured during the Titans Tower attack.

Cass is selectively mute because she wasn't taught any language beyond what she needed to predict people's movements. She doesn't know sign language. She doesn't know how to read and write (more recent comics show her reading a bit). But she could learn, with difficulty. Very in depth analysis of Cass' disability.

Jason's "Pit Madness" is fanon. Canon offers Ra's saying "the Pit alters the mind - could happen for a few days or for years, you never know" or something like that, and that's it. There is reason to believe that the Lazarus Pit can cloud judgement for a while but there is no voice in the back of the head or the Pit taking over.

Tim never expressed special interest in photography or in it as a hobby. Nor he is a coffee addict more than the other bats, who pull all nighters on the reg. He is actually addicted to energy drinks.

There are 2 main Conner/Kon-El/Superboy I portrayed in fics: Young Justice cartoon one (grumpy, same age as Dick, kind of an asshole, has daddy issues, wears black shirt and jeans, has a space motorcycle and a pet wolf) and 90s comics one (leather jacket, piercings, punny guy, same age as Tim, has a #nohomo relationship with Tim, kind of a himbo).

There are a few Ghost superheroes - Greta Hayes (Secret), she was in Tim's run as Young Justice's leader; and Boston Brand (Deadman), who is a member of Justice League Dark (with Constantine and Zatanna and Swamp Thing!). So the DC heroes are familiar with ghosts and ghost powers.

It's "rogues" gallery, not "rouge". Rouge means "red" in french.

Clark is never abusive to Conner, he just doesn't know what to do with him and chooses to ignore the problem; which, yeah, is mean, but not to the levels that fanon has taken it. And this is in the Young Justice cartoons, not across all depictions. In comics, they consider each other family and that's why Conner took a kryptonian name (Kon-El - of house of El, Kal's family)

The whole "No metas in Gotham" is not true. Batman understands that Gotham is very Fucked Up and that if you add metahumans and heroes with powers trying to do good to the mix it could make things worse. Outsiders don't understand Gotham and if they get jokerized or mind controlled, it will get ugly real quick. That's why Signal is cool beans! Duke is a gothamite through and through.

While is interesting that no one in the Batfam knows about Tim's missing spleen, is very probable that Alfred knows - post about this

Constantine is more powerful than it looks like. A post about interesting abilities.

Damian has a metal spine. Yeah I don't know how it works either. They used it as way for Talia to control Damian for a bit :(

Interesting links:

What's fanon in DP

Fan project for Ghost Speak, written and spoken form, and a ghost speak generator - post AGIT canon

Transcripts of all the Danny Phantom episodes

The whole DP series + the complementary comics + A Glitch in Time comic (if you are able to buy the AGIT comic please do 🙇‍♀️)

How to pronounce Ra's Al Ghul

BatPham ship names (updated regularly).

What are the canon ages of the Batfam?

In depth guide to everything Batman in one place (be prepared to go down the rabbit hole)

Fanon vs Canon Batfam edition

Superfam family tree

Interactive map of Gotham (Gotham Knights videogame)

Timeline of events (Batfam adoption order and ages when those events happen)

Map of Gotham (made based on various sources, with annotations (check the reblogs for more info))

The Titans Tower attack: Fanon vs Canon

This person has dedicated a lot of time to research receipts of Comic stuff so check out their masterlist

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Suggestions are welcome! Please be kind with each other and remember to have fun with this fandom!

#dpxdc cheat sheet #cheat sheet #dp #danny phantom #dc #batman dc #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp crossovers

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 4 months

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Her parents had come home with Phantom, captured and beaten in a cage. They'd taken him down to the basement, preparing to do a few hours of tests before really ripping into him to look at his insides.

With shaking hands, Jazz dialed, the call jumping around several different signals to get around the media blackout.

"Justice League hotline, what's your emergency?"

She swallowed. "My parents have kidnapped a meta kid and they're planning on experimenting on him. They're holding him down in our basement and I can't get him out."

#dc x dp #dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #c: jazz fenton #bad fenton parents #justice league hotline #does jazz know danny is phantom here?#yeah probably #but i think she's had to deal with a few social workers who didn't believe her about their parents neglect before #so she thinks the JL will respond faster if they DON'T know its her brother #that the person on the other end of the line would try to convince her that her parents would NEVER hurt their son and write her call off

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spacedace · 9 months

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Oh hey here’s the lil prolog thing I wrote for my DP x DC Leverage AU. I’m gonna actually write more of one day I swear but for now have this opening bit and feel free to use it as a prompt if you want :D

The station went utterly quiet as they brought her in.

Room after room going as silent as the grave when the young woman in handcuffs stepped through the door. Chatter stopped. Bodies stilled. Heads turned. Eyes widened. It almost felt like everyone was too afraid to even breath as she walked by. Cops and crooks alike watching with fear and awe in equal measures as Jim Gordon led her past them to the interrogation room.

She didn’t give the gaping crowd any mind. Head tilted up at an angle, shoulders back, steps sure. The solid heals of her boots clicked upon the scuffed linoleum, echoing loud in the stifling quiet. Like a royal herald announcing her presence. She held herself like a queen, which was fitting Jim supposed. Until tonight, the only name anyone had to call her by was Queen.

The blood, unnervingly, only made her seem more regal.

Batman was already in the interrogation room when they arrived. Jim didn’t even have it in him to sigh at the broody bat looming in the corner. He knew he’d be there. There was no way he would miss the interrogation of someone they’d been chasing for so long. Especially not now considering…well.

Considering.

Jim largely ignored the vigilante in the corner as he moved through the familiar process of getting the young woman handcuffed in place to the table, starting the recording and rattling off the relevant details: date, time, the - many - charges the young woman had been arrested for. If he faltered over the victim’s name of the young woman’s most recent crime no one commented on it. In the corner, Batman watched and lurked. Nearly lost in the shadowy corner of the room while still being impossible to ignore.

They’d done this before. Good cop, bad vigilante. It was usually effective in getting the truth out of stubborn criminals.

Jim rather doubted it would work in this case.

“Please state your name for the record.” He said, only to be met with the same cool silence Queen had given everyone since her arrest. She shifted in her seat, not a nervous fidget but an easy, languid movement. Even the uncomfortable metal chair seemed like a throne when she was involved. Jim bit back a sigh. “We have your information. I’m asking as a courtesy.”

Queen tilted her head faintly, looking at him with something almost like amusement, one brow twitching slightly upward. “You’ll have to forgive my disbelief, Commissioner Gordon.” She said, polite as ever. “But I’m rather sure that you won’t find me in any system you run my fingerprints or face through.”

She was right about that. They’d tried a hundred times over the past few years she and her team had been operating in Gotham. Her face never appeared in any pictures or recordings - not even in her mugshot during processing, all that was visible was her red hair and a mess of corrupted visual data where her face should be. The most her fingerprints had ever led to where the other crimes they already knew she’d taken part in. Batman had done everything to try and circumvent whatever meta ability kept her from being recorded on film, had done even more to try and find her and her people in every system he and the Justice League had access to. Nothing. Jim had grumbled a few times about how Queen and her crew might as well be ghosts for all the proof that they existed officially.

Turned out, ghosts was exactly right.

“The Ghost Investigation Ward reached out to us two hours ago.” He said, leaning back in his own seat, watching her carefully. “I’ll repeat, Ms. Fenton, my asking is a courtesy.”

For the first time in the years he’d known her, Queen - real name Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton - looked scared. Beyond scared, even. Completely, and utterly terrified.

Her body went rigid, eyes growing wide, breath picking up as she sat up sharply. Any semblance of that calm, collected presence she always held even when she was at her most cornered and vulnerable vanished in an instant. He’d seen her breath in a cloud of Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin and laugh. Watched as Bane wrapped large hands around her throat and tilt her chin up to stare down at her attacker imperiously. A mobster pressed the barrel of a gun to her head and she’d smiled, coy and confidant and untouchable. Queen always, always was calm. Aggravatingly so, even. Utterly unshakable as she waltzed into every wild and insane situation carrying the undeniable air of one who was complete control of everything happening.

She hadn’t even looked scared when the Joker had held her hostage.

And now? Now all it had taken was those three words. Ghost Investigation Ward. A nonsense name for a government agency with a ridiculous purpose. And yet there the unshakable Queen sat, looking terrified out of her mind at the mere mention of them.

Not for the first time since he received that call, Jim Gordon felt uneasy.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dp x dc fanfic #dp x dc writing prompt #jazz fenton #jim gordon #bruce wayne #leverage au #Jazz is the mastermind in this one #and has been having a great time up til this moment #everyone on the team has code names #Danny is Spaceman because of course it is lol #Sam is Nightshade #Tucker is Pharaoh #Ellie is Nomad #they're not actually shown here but I just wanted to share the codenames I came up for them lol

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ghostgoing · 3 months

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hi tech #2

Tim and Tucker are working on some code together Danny, passing by: have you considered adding a value attribute to your object tag? Tim: this is C++ Fenton! And even if I were working in html, you can’t use value with object! Danny leaning towards screen: I mean you’ve got object right there points at screen Tim: Tucker[weary]: he’s trolling you Tim: Shut the fuck up Fenton! Danny: (smirks) you can’t make me Tim swivels his chair, grabs Danny by the shirt, pulls him down and kisses him hard. He releases Danny and swivels back to the project as though nothing has happened Tucker meeting Danny’s eyes behind Tim’s back: *wiggles his eyebrows* Danny:(mouths) what the fuck Tucker: *wiggles his eyebrows again* Danny’s phone rings. Danny: Hey Jazz! Danny: yeah I’ll be there in five

several minutes later….

Tucker, grabbing Tim’s shoulder: (scream whisper) DUDE YOU KISSED HIM Tim: (panicked) I KNOW!

EDIT: I have written a better version of this post here

#hi tech #dead tired #dcxdp #my writing #dpxdc

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ghostadjacentfae · 1 year

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Infiltration

What a beautiful morning to wake up and be inspired to commit violence.

DP x DC prompt (spinoff) (or semi-fill ig but it's still more Concept than concrete)

What if Danny didn't get stuck in the thermos by accident, but went into stasis on purpose cuz he'd been seriously injured only to have become trapped, locked away in the Watchtower vault.

What if Team Phantom know the whole time where he is but they can't just contact the Justice League and tell/try to convince them they've got a living teenager stuck in that tube of death magic.

Dani is the only one that can reach her brother, and she can't even do that right.

He'd been hurt, really really hurt. Something about how the only way to get close enough to blast the thing he was fighting was to let himself take a hit on the way. A hit that was so much worse than any of them expected it could be and made them have to pull out the mega emergencies only tactic of sucking him into the thermos' stasis just to transport him away and somewhere safe to stabilize and treat.

Except they don't get that chance.

(Or he does it to himself if he's solo, hoping that someone will find the thermos and it'll circulate back to Amity and he'll deal with whatever happens after that. Act now, think later. They saw the thermos on a TV broadcast that covers the JL investigating the battle site to learn it's been picked up by them)

On the way home the Fenton parents saw Sam with a live thermos and got curious, (or it's the GiW, or the JL themselves came a-snooping because of whatever the battle was). Tucker, Sam, and Jazz lied lied lied to coverup who was in there there so they wouldn't open it and find a grievously injured Phantom on their hands ready to destroy before anything can be set up to give medical attention Immediately but they (parents/JL) took it too seriously (and GiW are just the GiW about it) and put it somewhere inaccessible because they just can't risk whatever they caught "seemingly by sheer luck" getting out.

If it isn't in the hands of the "Jerkwad League" from the start, it ends up there for safety. Put away on a shelf in the "dangerous items do not touch" room of the Watchtower. Up in space, untraversably far for any of the three of them.

Dani comes to Amity as soon as she gets the emergency notice and they make a plan.

Well, sort of a plan.

Get up there, get the thermos, come back.

Easy peasy.

Well, the Watchtower is in space, and that's kind of terrifying. She's the only one that could possibly reach him, but she's not sure she can actually survive out in space. She hasn't gone up there before like Danny has and while yes she'd absolutely love to find out... What if she's not?

Worse yet, if she manages to get in but the JL trace and chase, crashing in before they're able to stabilize Danny? Then that's a mission failure too.

It's funny. The thing that can make her brother more excited than a puppy with a treat makes her want to be rooted to the ground.

But she's willing to risk it for Danny, willing to keep these fears to herself because maybe they're nothing. She's the only one that can reach him, and maybe that alone will make it go right.

Jazz gets the truth out of her.

A well timed "Dani, have you ever been out in space?" while she's distracted wondering how she'll recognize the Watchtower rather than some other space junk, and an unfortunately timed voice crack, and all of a sudden Sam and Tucker are reeling and talking about how they'll figure out something else because they're not taking that risk.

Their backup plan takes a lot longer to put in motion, but not one of them will hear another word of her going out of the atmosphere. She's gutted to not be able to do the rescue the way Danny definitely could have, but a louder part of her is relieved.

(Alt: She goes up there, only to find the Watchtower can't be phased into. Either the hull or maybe the vault rooms specifically. Say the govt-funded op that GiW is a subunit within or Fentons having a contract for paint or an alloy or whatever. And/or protective seals from magic users making the only way to get into the vaults be someone opening the door for her but it's more complicated than waiting for someone to do that, wait until the moment they'll leave, then snatching the thermos and fleeing Because Reasons. The others don't blame her cuz phase proof is phase proof, but she's mad at herself that she "Can't do it right")

It's some time before she realizes that while their refusal to have her do it that was is partly because she's their best hope in any plan they come up with and partly because she's part of Danny and if she's gone they lose him all over again, it's really because she's just as much their friend by now too. They don't want to lose her for her. They can't lose her, because that makes it one missing person, and one life lost.

There's guilt there, about the fact she wouldn't have these connections as strong as she does if they still had Danny, (she's not in the space he left but definitely overlapping it). There's guilt, but there's a glow too. That glow adds to the guilt, but it's still there. Her life is better than it was. She pours that guilt into doing this backup plan right even if it means taking arguably, a greater risk.

If she can't get into the Watchtower as a ghost, she's going to need to get into there as a hero.

She's going to need to be public on a worldwide level, and get their trust, and get invited up into the floating tin can of a club house as a junior hero, all without letting on that she is in fact infiltrating them. The others are capable fighters above the human level of course but not Justice League level. And not quickly enough for Danny's sake.

It still takes so, so long. Days to weeks to month to--

Hundreds of hours of fighting with limited powers so they don't know everything she can do to keep the upperhand when the time comes. Hundreds of hours of not knowing what exact door her hurt older-- twin-- younger looking brother is kept behind and having to investigate cautiously on every rare visit she gets so that these adults who think they have all the knowledge in the world don't catch onto her. Of subtly building up the medical wing with things to treat "her", "just in case." Of fearing that everything is going to go wrong wrong wrong at any second.

Until she's finally, finally, got the thermos in her hands, sprinting for the med bay with an intruder alert blaring through the space station about the "theft", phasing through anyone that tries to block or question her.

Until she's there and twisting off the cap and he's there.

He's there.

Dazed and spilling green onto the table and staining her costume after she's dropped the thermos to hold him instead and there.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dani phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #feel free to use as much or as little as you like #also personally I think this doesn't take longer than 3 or 4 years tops #it's a long con but the team knows exactly what they're working towards

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imekitty · 6 months

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Prompt idea: Danny is stuck in ghost mode while at school. (Is he dressed up as Fenton? Is this during a post-reveal? Crack where the bomb is dropped on the last day? Crack commentary on the obliviousness of the townsfolk? A rumor of Phantom secretly attending classes turns into something more serious for Danny to grapple with?) If it interests you, go wild c:

I have no excuse for how long these prompts take me...

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"Jazz. Jazz! Wake up."

"Mmmm, what?" Jazz groggily lifted her head off of her pillow, her hair neatly fashioned into two braids. "What time is it?"

"It's one in the morning," whispered Danny. "We need your help."

The room was dark except for Danny's ghostly glow, illuminating Sam and Tucker beside him. Jazz bolted into a sitting position.

"Did something happen?" she asked in alarm. "Danny, are you okay?"

"I'm okay," said Danny.

"If you can call being stuck in ghost form okay," added Tucker.

"Stuck in ghost form?" echoed Jazz, her brow knitting.

"We were out on patrol and some ghost hit Danny with a ghost ray that's now preventing him from changing back," said Sam.

Jazz gasped. "Is he stuck in ghost form forever?"

"No," said Tucker. "I mean, we don't think so. We're sure it'll wear off, we just don't know when."

"But we don't think it'll be before school tomorrow," said Sam.

"Yeah, and I have a really important English test tomorrow," said Danny, sounding panicked. "Like I have to take it or Lancer says I'll fail the whole semester. I'm sitting on a low C right now, so I can't afford to miss it."

"Danny, have you even been studying for this test?" asked Jazz, narrowing her eyes and sounding cross. "Why did you go out fighting ghosts when you knew you had this big important test to take?"

"Look, can you spare me the lecture?" pleaded Danny. "I need your help."

"What exactly do you think I can do to help?"

"I need you to help disguise my ghost form so I can go to school tomorrow looking human enough to attend all my classes and take the test."

Jazz stared at the three teens in front of her. They all stared back.

"You can't be serious," said Jazz at last.

"Dead serious," said Tucker. "No pun intended." He chortled. "Okay, maybe a little intended."

Jazz sighed and grabbed her phone off her nightstand and opened a note-taking app. "All right, let's start by making a list of everything we need to disguise. Then we'll go through each one at a time. First, the white hair, of course."

"White eyelashes and eyebrows, too," said Sam. "And the glowing green eyes."

"His glow in general," chirped Tucker. "He can light up a whole room sometimes, especially when he's hyper or happy."

"His voice echoes."

"He blushes green."

"Plus his skin has an overall green tinge instead of red."

"Yeah, even his lips are greenish-blue, looking like he's oxygen-deprived."

"And he's like a walking, floating AC. You just instantly feel cold when he's nearby."

"True, he's deathly cold to the touch."

Jazz nodded, tapping each entry into her phone. "Danny? Do you have anything to add?"

Danny flinched and rubbed his neck. "No, I think you've all managed to list out everything that makes me a freak."

"It doesn't make you a freak, Danny," said Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It just makes you unique." She shivered and withdrew her hand, shaking it out. "But damn, you are cold."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Sam. I feel much better."

"First, the white hair," said Jazz. "Hats aren't allowed at school, so we need to dye it black."

"No problem," said Sam. "I have plenty of black hair dye at home."

Tucker and Danny quirked their brows.

"Oh, come on," said Sam. "You both already know that my natural hair color is blonde. And even though my mom hates that I dye it, she at least buys me the good stuff so I don't look 'cheap,' as she says."

"That takes care of that, then," said Jazz, writing in some notes. "Okay, next is the eyes."

"I have some blue colored contacts, too," said Sam.

Tucker gasped, pressing a hand over his heart. "Sam, do you mean to tell me your natural eye color isn't purple either?"

"Shut it," hissed Sam.

"But the contacts aren't going to stop his eyes from glowing," said Jazz.

"Yeah, I don't know how we can cover up his glow," said Sam.

"Layers," said Tucker. "Lots of layers. Danny, you're just gonna have to be hot tomorrow."

Danny sighed, not enjoying that idea at all.

"You know, this is the part where you're supposed to say, 'I'm always hot!'" quipped Tucker.

Danny snorted. "Who do you think I am, you?"

"Layers won't work," Sam cut in. "His eyes and face would still glow, and we can't cover his face with a mask."

"Then you're screwed, dude," said Tucker. "Ghosts can't just stop glowing."

"That's not true," said Danny. "I've encountered several ghosts that were able to suppress their glow and pass for humans while in town. Like Johnny and Kitty."

"I guess that's true," said Tucker, nodding.

"But how do they do it?" asked Sam.

"I actually asked Kitty that once," said Danny. "She said the easiest way is to hold back on all emotions, to be completely serious, blank. Empty, as she put it."

"Empty?" Tucker tilted his head.

"Yeah," said Danny. "You said yourself that my glow gets brighter when I'm really happy."

"And it gets dim when you're depressed," said Jazz. "Yes, we've all noticed that."

"So if I just try to stay blank all day tomorrow, I shouldn't glow," said Danny.

"But you're like the moodiest guy we know," said Tucker. "How are you going to pull that off?"

Danny glared at him, his eyes flashing brighter.

"See?" said Tucker, pointing.

"He's right, Danny," said Jazz. "You're a little moody, you know."

"You get kind of pissy pretty easily," added Sam.

"And you get turned on just seeing Paulina in a tight shirt," said Tucker.

"Tucker!" squealed Sam, lightly decking him.

"Hey, you like seeing Paulina in a tight shirt as much as I do," said Danny, his face glowing green with flushing ectoplasm.

"Yeah, but I don't light up like a glowstick," said Tucker.

Danny groaned. "Okay, fine. I guess I just have to stay away from everyone tomorrow. You know, not talk to anyone…at all. Ever."

"Really?" Sam raised a brow. "You're just not going to interact with a single person tomorrow?"

"What choice do I have?" asked Danny. "It's the only way to stop myself from showing emotion that would make me glow."

"It would also solve the problem of your echoey voice," said Jazz. "Honestly, not talking at all probably is your best bet."

"Right," said Danny, nodding. "I just go to school, stay blank and emotionless all day long, take the test, and then come right home. We've already tampered with the school's ghost detection system to not pick up on my ecto-signature, so no one will suspect that I'm secretly a ghost in disguise."

"If we're really going to do this, we need to start now," said Jazz. "Sam and Tucker, go get the hair dye and contacts. Danny, start figuring out how to suppress your emotions."

Sam and Tucker left to retrieve the dye while Danny stayed in Jazz's room and tried to meditate. He sat cross-legged on Jazz's carpet, closing his eyes and just breathing.

But his mind kept wandering. Thinking over Kitty's instructions made him remember how she overshadowed Paulina and made him think the prettiest girl in school actually liked him—that hurt.

And thinking about Dash borderline worshiping Phantom but having no respect for Fenton—that made him angry.

And imagining being stuck in ghost form forever and his parents eventually finding out and taking him down to the lab for torturous experimentation—that frightened him.

Through his closed eyes, he could see his glow pulsating, emanating with his different emotions.

"Here." Jazz lit an unscented candle and placed it in front of him on the floor. "I was doing some research on my phone about clearing your head when meditating, and they suggest focusing on a candle flame."

Danny opened his eyes and tightened his cross-legged position, holding his ankles as he stared at the crimson-edged flame. Bright white and orange sparked and flittered around the wick, melting the wax in a shiny pool underneath.

He followed each movement, each flicker.

Anytime a new thought tried to enter his head, whenever his mind started to wander, he refocused on the flame's dreamy dance.

"Hey!" Jazz squealed. "It's working!"

Danny blinked and looked down at himself. His brow creased when his glow appeared just the same as always.

"Well, it was," insisted Jazz. "I guess maybe I was too excited and that knocked you out of your state of emptiness. But it really does work!"

Danny refocused on the flame, this time with the confidence that this was definitely not a waste of time and he really could stop glowing if he just stopped feeling anything and everything.

His English grade depended on it.

After a few more minutes, Danny was able to clear his mind enough to dim his glow. He was working on closing his eyes and imagining the flame in just his head when Sam and Tucker arrived with the dye and contacts. With just half an hour before sunrise and a lot of teamwork, Danny Phantom was at last all dressed up and disguised as Danny Fenton.

Danny looked at himself in his bedroom mirror after Sam and Tucker returned home to get what little sleep they could before they had to start getting ready for school.

"What are you going to do with that?" asked Jazz, pointing at his black and white jumpsuit draped over his desk chair.

"Oh." Danny grabbed the suit and phased it through his wall, setting it on the nogging that he was using as a makeshift shelf for all of his hidden contraband. "Wow, I've never had to do that before."

Jazz put her hands on her hips as her gaze traveled up and down his body. "Black hair, blue eyes, regular clothes with pants and long sleeves to cover up as much as possible—but you're still glowing."

Danny moaned. "I know. I'm feeling nervous right now."

"Clear your mind. Let me see the full effect."

Danny shut his eyes, conjuring the flame again. His shoulders relaxed, and he opened his eyes, trying his best to remain blank and unfeeling.

Jazz approached him, her lips puckered with scrutiny as she walked around him, studying him from all angles. She then cupped her hands around her eyes and leaned in very close to his face.

"You're still glowing a tiny bit." She stepped back. "But as long as the lights are on and you try really hard to keep your mood even and bland, no one should notice."

Danny nodded, not wanting to even speak and risk losing his focus.

"But there is one last thing that needs to be covered up," said Jazz. "Your complexion. You still look like a ghost with all those green undertones." She brightened. "But some foundation will fix that right up!"

Danny sat in his desk chair while Jazz retrieved a few makeup items, including a bottle of foundation and some makeup brushes and sponges.

"Just don't think about it," said Jazz. "I need you to keep that glow dim so I can do this right."

Danny focused on the flame in his head and sat still while Jazz caked the foundation onto his face, blending out the edges and then setting it with a matte finishing powder. She also swept powder into his eyebrows to darken them.

"Open your eyes," said Jazz, coming toward him with a mascara wand.

"Is mascara really necessary?" asked Danny as Jazz tickled his eyelashes with the wand.

"Well, I considered using fake lashes, but I figured your white lashes would still show up underneath them," said Jazz. "Look up, please."

Danny grumbled but obeyed as Jazz continued applying the mascara.

"Okay, now look at me." Jazz squinted as she studied Danny's face. "Just one last thing."

Jazz picked up three tubes of lipstick and held them up to Danny's face, closing one eye as she examined each against her recent makeup job. Danny groaned and regained his glow.

"Danny, try to stay blank right now," said Jazz. "It's hard for me to choose the right color when you're glowing."

"But Jazz, lipstick, really?"

"Your lips are cold green. We have to somehow convince everyone you're filled with blood and not ectoplasm."

Danny groaned a final time before clearing his head again and subsequently dimming. Jazz selected a color and applied one layer over his lips, then another.

"This is expensive lipstick that is supposed to stay on your lips all day and not transfer," said Jazz, recapping the tube. "But just be careful when you eat or drink."

Danny stood to check his reflection in a mirror. His glow started returning as soon as he saw it.

"I've used makeup to cover bruises, but I never thought I'd wear a whole face of it," moaned Danny. After allowing himself to pout, he forced his glow back down again.

"You look great," said Jazz, coming up behind him. "You look human."

"You sure this is going to fool people?"

"As long as you don't let anyone look too closely, yes. Just keep everyone at a distance and don't engage in conversation or even eye contact." Jazz rubbed his back. "And don't touch anyone either, okay? No handshakes or anything like that. There's no way for us to raise your internal temperature."

"Mom likes to hug and kiss me in the morning."

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to leave for school early before she gets a chance."

Later, when Maddie was about to start cooking breakfast in the kitchen, Jazz invented an excuse for having to get to school early, something about a morning study session in the library before the first bell that of course Maddie believed because Jazz would never lie to her about such a thing. Jazz then ushered Danny past the kitchen, grabbing some toaster pastries that they could eat on the way.

"Bye, you two," said Maddie. "Study hard!"

Danny almost replied but stopped when Jazz shushed him. Right, right, his voice echoed too much in ghost form, he had to try very hard not to speak at all the entire day.

For once, Danny was relieved that he was not popular.

On the way to Casper High, Jazz stopped to pick up Sam and Tucker, who both had very dark circles under their eyes.

"Danny, hey." Sam gave him a groggy smile from the back seat. "You're looking good."

"Yeah," said Tucker with a yawn. "You look human."

Danny nodded but kept a very serious expression. "Thanks."

Tucker leaned forward and studied Danny more closely. "Dude, are you wearing lipstick?"

Danny blushed. "It was Jazz's idea. She insisted—I mean, she said my lips looked too green." Danny looked down at his glowing hands and groaned. "Oh, great. Tucker, I'm trying to keep my emotions in check, you know."

"That's right," said Jazz. "You two can't be cracking any jokes or teasing Danny today, not when he has to focus on staying blank."

"But Danny's always so fun to tease," said Tucker, grabbing and shaking Danny's shoulders from behind.

"That's of course true," said Jazz with a smile, "but he needs you two today." She glanced at Sam and Tucker using her rearview mirror. "You two need to be flanking Danny as much as possible, and if anyone tries to talk to him, you need to speak for him."

Tucker yawned again, more exaggerated this time. "I don't know, I might actually pull a Danny and fall asleep in class today."

Danny scowled. "Hey! I don't fall asleep that often!"

"Danny," said Jazz sternly.

"Right, sorry," mumbled Danny as he reeled his mood back in to turn down his glow again.

"We only got a couple hours of sleep," said Sam with a small slur. "But you two don't look too tired."

"That's because we didn't even try to sleep. Your bodies are feeling sluggish because you probably woke up in the middle of deep sleep," said Jazz. "I'm sure Danny and I will both feel some fatigue later today, but hopefully Danny will get the ability to change back before tomorrow so we don't have to do this again."

"God, I really hope so," moaned Tucker. "Danny's usually such a chatty Cathy, I don't know how we're going to explain why he's suddenly mute today."

Danny scoffed. "I am not a chatty Cathy!"

"Danny!" rebuked Jazz.

"God damn it." Danny gritted his teeth and refocused on the candle flame in his head.

When they arrived at Casper High, Danny stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept his head down as he walked between Sam and Tucker toward the main entrance.

"Is there anyone around that we know?" asked Danny, staring at the ground, watching his shoes with each step.

"Not yet," said Tucker.

"Okay, good," said Danny. "Please let me know if you see Valerie or Paulina headed toward us. I don't know if I can stay blank when I see a pretty girl."

"You've been looking at me just fine," said Sam, scowling.

Danny hunched over and shut his eyes. "Sam, don't make me feel guilty right now, please."

"All right, whatever," muttered Sam. "There are no pretty girls around to get your hormones in a twist, so you can relax."

"Let's just get to our lockers and then go directly to homeroom," said Danny evenly.

At his locker, Danny turned the dial for his combination, not wanting to risk phasing through in case engaging his ghost powers caused him to glow again. Nope, today he had to be as completely human as possible.

"Paulina's walking this way," said Tucker next to him, tilting his chin up to indicate down the hall. Danny closed his eyes and breathed in, focusing on the flame in his mind.

"She's seen us," said Tucker. "She's looking right at you, dude."

"Tucker, don't tell him that!" hissed Sam, smacking Tucker's shoulder with the back of her hand.

"Just tell me when she's walked by," said Danny, gritting his teeth and pretending to organize his books in his locker.

Danny could hear her voice, her laughter. She was getting closer, closer, and then he could hear her right behind him.

And a second later, she was still there. Another second, still there. Why was she taking so long to walk past?

"She's doing that thing you love where she flips her hair over her shoulder," Tucker whispered out of the side of his mouth.

Oh, God, he did love that. Danny ducked his head and threw his hands into his locker to hide the flash of his glow.

"Tucker, seriously, shut up," Sam whispered back.

Paulina's voice was finally starting to move now, drifting, floating away. Danny turned his head and could see her just out of the corner of his eye. She was looking back at him with a very confused pout, and then Star ushered her down the hall.

"She's so irritating," grumbled Sam.

"You survived, dude!" Tucker clapped a hand on Danny's back. "Now let's get you to class quick."

Danny breathed deep, sticking his head in his locker as he tried to keep the image of the flame bright. He exhaled, then pulled his head out and was just about to close his locker when he caught sight of another very pretty girl walking in the hall, a very pretty girl who smiled at him and was heading right for him.

"Shit, shit—" Danny buried his head in his locker again. "Tucker, make her go away, don't let her talk to me."

"Who?" Tucker whirled around. "Oh, Valerie! Hey!"

"Hey, Tucker," said Valerie. "What's Danny doing? Did he lose something in his locker?"

Danny pushed his head into his locker even farther.

"Nah," said Tucker. "He's just got a real bad zit he doesn't want anyone seeing."

Oh, Danny was gonna kill him for that—

Danny pulled his head out and slammed his locker door shut before dashing down the hall.

"Danny?" Valerie called after him. "Danny, everyone gets zits sometimes, it's okay—"

Danny ignored her, had to ignore her, couldn't let her see him glowing—

He breathed, slowed his walk, focused on the candle flame again.

"Danny." Sam came up beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "You got this, Danny. And don't worry, I'll be sure to kill Tucker for you." She winced, lifting her hand. "You really are cold."

"Let's just get to class," muttered Danny.

"Okay, but be careful," said Sam. "Dash and Paulina are straight ahead."

"Of course they are."

Danny jammed in his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor as he walked quickly down the hall. He could see Dash's sneakers and Paulina's flats come into view.

"Hey, Fenturd!" taunted Dash.

Danny ignored him.

"Danny, hi!" greeted Paulina with her signature lilt.

Danny ignored her harder.

"Oh, my God," laughed Sam, looking over her shoulder. "Paulina looks so confused. I guess she's not used to guys just walking by her."

"She doesn't look mad, does she?" asked Danny anxiously, his glow promptly returning.

"Danny, chill."

"God—shit—"

Danny breathed in, his glow fading.

In homeroom, Danny clasped his hands on his desk and sat up straight, staring at Mrs. Werner's face and nothing and no one else. Breathing, breathing, breathing, staring, breathing some more.

When the bell rang, Mrs. Werner stopped Danny on his way out the door.

"You looked so focused, Danny," said Mrs. Werner. "You looked like you were really paying attention. Usually you look like you're about to fall asleep this early in the morning."

Danny stared at her. In truth, he could not remember a single word from her lecture.

"It's because you're a good teacher," he said flatly.

Mrs. Werner tilted her head. "Your voice sounds strange. Are you feeling okay?"

"Come on, bud, we don't want to be late for our next class," said Tucker, pushing and dragging Danny out of the classroom.

"Danny, your voice echoes in ghost form, remember?" said Sam in a low voice. "You can't talk to anyone."

"But nice try telling Mrs. Werner she's a good teacher," laughed Tucker. "You hoping to flatter your way to better grades?"

"I'm really not hoping for anything right now," said Danny, staring forward with blank expression. "Except to get through this day without anyone finding out I'm a ghost."

Paulina was out in the hall chatting with Star and Dash. She dropped her pen as Danny walked by. Danny barely glanced at the pen and didn't look at Paulina at all as he sped past her.

Right behind him, Tucker picked up the pen and held it out to Paulina with a big smile. "I think you dropped this."

Paulina made a face and held up her hand, palm facing him. "Ew, you can keep it." She turned up her nose, clutched her books to her chest, and walked away.

"You will not believe what just happened," muttered Tucker, running to catch up with Danny.

"I heard it," said Danny without turning his head. "Remind me to laugh about it later."

Each class blurred together for Danny. He had no idea what any of the teachers were saying as he tried to focus on the flame in his head, but they each remarked on his attentive stare and straight posture.

"Nice to see your eyes open for once," said Mr. Falluca with a wink.

"I've never seen any student look so enthralled with my lesson!" said Ms. Eddington while clasping her hands.

Danny never smiled, staring through them and not at them.

"Yes, Danny enjoyed your class so much, but we've really gotta get going now," said Sam on his behalf over and over again.

A few of his classmates tried to get his attention in the hall between classes.

"Hi, Danny!"

"Danny, hey!"

Danny could see the confusion on their faces out of the corner of his eye as he walked past them without even a glance.

"Fentnerd, hey, I'm talking to you—"

Dash's red letterman jacket was merely a blur.

"Danny!" cooed Paulina. "Where are you off to in such a rush?"

Danny had no idea why Paulina was actually trying to talk to him but he hated that he had to shrug her off. God, he hoped she would forgive him.

"Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone is trying to talk to me today?" asked Danny.

"Isn't this what you always wanted?" asked Tucker with a grin. "To be popular?"

"Not when I literally can't even enjoy it," said Danny. "Could this day go any slower?"

Lunchtime arrived at last. Danny phased himself and Sam through a locked classroom door while Tucker headed to the cafeteria. Danny took a seat at a desk in the empty classroom and sprawled out, letting his head fall back as relief and all other emotions washed over him and brought out his ghostly glow.

"I'm exhausted," sighed Danny, closing his eyes. "I had no idea repressing your emotions could be so draining."

"You've been doing a great job," said Sam at the desk next to him. She pulled her vegan lunch out of her eco-friendly bag and spread it out before her. "Want some?"

Danny eyed the leafy rabbit food. "No, thanks. I'll just wait for Tucker to bring some real food."

"That slop in the cafeteria isn't real food, Danny. It's literally cancer."

"Well, at least it tastes good."

Sam turned up her nose and took a bite of her lettuce wrap.

A few minutes later, Tucker entered the classroom carrying two lunch trays. Jazz walked in behind him.

"Pizza today, my friend!" whooped Tucker, setting a tray with a large pepperoni slice on Danny's desk.

"What are you doing here, Jazz?" asked Danny. "This isn't your lunch period."

"She snuck out of class!" laughed Tucker, popping open a can of soda and taking a seat next to Danny with his own pizza slice.

Jazz blushed. "Just for a little bit. I just said I needed to use the bathroom." Jazz held up a hall pass. "I really wanted to see how you were doing."

"Well. I survived the first half of the day." Danny groaned. "Barely."

"Tucker tells me you've managed to keep your glow at bay."

"I just hope to God I never have to do this again."

"Dash was actually looking for you in the cafeteria," said Tucker, his mouth full of cheese and sauce. "He's not happy you've been ignoring him."

"Yeah, I'm sure I'm in for the swirly of my life when this is all over," Danny quipped.

Jazz gasped, pressing a hand over her heart. "He does that to you?"

"When he's in a good mood," said Tucker, causing Jazz to gasp again.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Jazz."

"But have you reported him? Have you told Mom?"

"No, Jazz, and you better not tell her either." Danny glared at her. "The last thing I need is for Dash to come after me if I get him kicked off the football team or something."

"But Danny—"

"No, I'm not having this conversation right now. One problem at a time." Danny placed both palms on the desk in front of him, breathing in slowly. "I just need to get through today so I can take my English test and go home without anyone realizing that Danny Phantom has actually been filling in for Danny Fenton."

"But Paulina would be all over you if she knew you were her ghost boy." Tucker grinned. "Although I think she maybe wants to be all over you now. I overheard her talking to Dash in the cafeteria. She thinks the way you've been ignoring everyone and acting all aloof is 'manly,' her word."

Danny's glow brightened. "She said I was manly?"

Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I guess you just need to shut up every day and you can finally have the mega babe of your dreams."

"You're really telling me that this whole time, all I had to do was not talk to her?" Danny's jaw dropped. "Why didn't anyone tell me this sooner?"

"Hey, this is news to me, too!" insisted Tucker. "I had no idea girls also like it when guys play hard-to-get."

"Boys, calm down and eat your cancer," said Sam. "Lunch is going to be over soon."

"And I need to touch up your makeup a bit, Danny," said Jazz, holding up a small bag of cosmetics she had brought with her. "You're looking a little green."

Danny finished eating and stayed still while Jazz smoothed a new layer of foundation over his face, using red undertones to neutralize the ectoplasmic tinge. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his glow down.

"Have you even tried changing back yet?" asked Tucker. "Maybe it's already worn off."

Danny sent a signal to his molecules to switch over, but they remained trapped in ghost form. "Still stuck like this."

"You've made it this far," said Sam. "You'll be fine."

Jazz swept black powder over Danny's eyebrows and studied his eyes. "Mascara really makes your eyes so pretty, Danny."

Danny groaned and looked away, feeling his glow returning. "Yeah, that's just what I need to hear right now."

"She's not wrong," said Tucker, batting his own eyelashes mockingly.

"There's nothing wrong with guys wearing makeup," insisted Sam. "You look great, Danny." Her mouth twitched, threatening to curl into a smile. "And so very pretty."

Danny smirked mirthlessly, irritably. "You know, maybe you shouldn't make fun of a guy with ghost powers."

"Aw, are you trying to threaten us?" Sam coyly stuck out her bottom lip. "That's adorable."

"Be nice to Danny, you two," said Jazz sternly. "You can tease him all you want after school."

"Fine, fine," Sam and Tucker grumbled. Danny sighed and tried to once again suppress everything he was feeling.

Just a few more hours of suffering. Then he could go home and pray that this would somehow wear off before school the next day.

The next few classes passed similarly, teachers and students equally confused by his unusually stoic behavior and the way he sat up straight at his desk. Never speaking, never making eye contact, never allowing anyone to get close enough to touch his icy skin.

"Last class, dude," said Tucker, leading the way to Lancer's English classroom. "You ready?"

"You better ace that test after all the work we've done to get you here," said Sam.

"I will be thrilled with just a C," said Danny.

"Just try not to be thrilled until you can safely feel emotion again," said Sam.

In Lancer's classroom, Danny sat up straight with his hands clasped on his desk, looking forward and filtering out all the chatter around him, focusing only on the flame in his head.

Just one last class and then he could go home and wash off all this makeup and this nightmare would be over.

"Glad to see everyone is on time for our English test today," drawled Lancer, looking right at Danny. "Please remove everything off your desks except for a pen or pencil."

The students obeyed, shuffling and clearing off their desks all around Danny, who continued staring at nothing, his pen lying in front of him on his bare desk.

Lancer began passing out the tests. Danny's heart fluttered as a thin packet of paper was placed in front of him, and he hoped the lights were bright enough for no one to notice his skin tone flickering.

Sam and Tucker glanced at him before turning their eyes to their own tests. Danny breathed deep and picked up his pen, writing his name at the top of the first page of the test.

Easy so far.

He continued, a few multiple-choice questions about literary devices, some short-answer responses about the novels and short stories they had been reading in class. He relaxed, relieved that he remembered all of this from his studying.

Maybe he could actually get an A this time.

Or at least a B.

He was getting close to being done, almost there, just one more question, an essay question. Yes, he could describe the main character of the novel they had been reading the past couple weeks. Yes, he could discuss how the character upheld the themes and he could write a thesis statement and then expand on it in several paragraphs. Yes, yes, he had been studying this and he could do it, for once he could—

The lights went out just then, the sound of the air conditioner also vanishing. Students gasped and shrieked, a few whooped and laughed.

Danny's heart skipped once, maybe twice. He blinked down at his test, which he could still see in the natural light coming in through the windows.

"The power's out!" Paulina squealed.

"Does this mean the test is over?" asked Kwan excitedly.

"No, it does not. Everyone, please calm down and continue taking the test." Lancer opened the window curtains fully to bring in maximum sunlight. "Settle, settle, please."

Danny breathed in. This was fine, he could still finish his test and then go home and everything would be totally and completely fine.

But even with the sunlight streaming in from one side of the room, Danny realized just how dark it still was. If he were to glow now, it would be obvious, he wouldn't be able to hide it.

His heart started racing, sweat breaking out on his neck and under his shirt.

"Danny," whispered Tucker, staring at him. Sam also turned in her seat to look at Danny, her eyes widening.

Danny didn't need them to say anything. He knew exactly what they were seeing.

"Whoa—hey—what's going on with Fenton?" asked Kwan, standing up to get a better look.

"What do you mean? Oh, whoa." Dash also stood, his mouth gaping.

"He's glowing!" gasped Paulina. "And not the way my skin always glows, like actually glowing!"

"I told you he was a freak," said Star huffily.

Whispers arose all around the room, and Lancer didn't even try to quiet everyone this time. He was too busy staring at Danny, his expression comically dumbfounded.

And Danny's panic only grew, his glow brightening. Should he leave? Run away? No, that wouldn't solve anything. How could he explain this, solve this, fix this—

"Danny, uh—did you eat your dad's ecto-fudge again?" asked Sam.

Danny turned to her, his eyes big and mouth hanging open.

"Uh, yeah," said Tucker, sitting up straighter in his seat. "You know that stuff makes you glow like a ghost when you eat it."

Danny now stared at Tucker, still unable to speak as his mind tried to process their words.

"Wait a minute," said Dash. "You're saying Fenton is glowing because he ate some of his freakazoid dad's ghost fudge?"

"Yeah, sometimes Danny eats it for breakfast and forgets the side effects," said Tucker, chuckling and shaking Danny's shoulder with one hand.

The room was completely silent for a moment. Danny was sure his glow was getting brighter and brighter as he tried to avoid everyone's eyes.

"That is so cool," said Kwan, sounding genuinely awed.

"Ooooooh, so pretty!" gushed Paulina.

The room filled with excited whispers and murmurs. Danny looked around, confused and unsure how to interpret any of this.

"You guys really don't think it's freaky?" asked Dash, frowning.

"It's super freaky, but that would look so awesome on the dance floor," said Star. "It would be perfect for a rave."

"And I would love to glow just like the ghost boy!" Paulina sighed and clasped her hands against her cheek. "Maybe then he'll finally ask me out."

"And I wouldn't have to sleep with a night-light anymore!" exclaimed Kwan.

The room fell quiet as all eyes turned to Kwan.

"Uh, I mean what, who said that?" muttered Kwan, turning bright red as his enormous frame tried to shrink under his desk.

The lights came back on. The students chattered and whooped as Lancer tried to restore order in the classroom.

"You're in the middle of a test, everyone," said Lancer. "You still have until the bell rings, no extensions. Please focus and get back to work."

Lancer gave Danny a final odd look before sitting at his desk and surveying the quieting classroom. Sam and Tucker both smiled reassuringly at Danny before turning away from him.

Pens scratched against paper all around him. One student cleared his throat.

Danny sighed with immense relief as he looked down at his unfinished test, feeling his glow dimming a little. But now he no longer had to repress his emotions to hide it.

Everyone already thought he was a freak even before they saw him glowing, but at least no one suspected he was a ghost.

Danny picked up his pen, only too happy to finish writing his essay.

-DP-

Danny could feel his ability to change back into his human self return as Jazz drove him home after school. In the bathroom near his room, he removed the colored contacts and washed all of the makeup off his face, relieved to see his normal reflection in the mirror again.

Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Danny ignored it as he put his head in the sink and started rinsing the black dye out of his hair. It was probably just another package for his parents, parts and supplies for their ghost-hunting inventions.

"Danny?" Jack's voice called up to him. "Why are there a bunch of kids here asking to buy fudge?"

Danny froze before turning on the water even higher and burying his head farther into the sink.

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