#Another way for the JL not to notice amity park and not make the JL wildly incompetent

[chewingbatmanlikeasqueakytoy]

Why doesn't the justice league know about Amity Park?

Okay so it's been a bit sonce I watched the show but one of the things in DpxDC is the anti-ecto acts, which I love, but correct me if I'm wrong, I THINK ??? they only show up in reality trip? SO: What if Danny, when using the gauntlet to undo everything, also got rid of the Anti-Ecto acts? but this is babys first time editing reality so he uh Fucks Up A Lil'. As a result when Danny used the reality gauntlet to wipe the AEA from existence he accidentally wiped Amity Park from perception. A big 'nothing matters over here' jedi mind trick, and now no ones looking at Amity. So, the Justice League actually WERE looking into and monitoring the situation in Amity, but when the perception filter closed them off, all of that suddenly went ignored.

This is noticed when someone (Alfred, Dick, Tim, literally anyone) realises theres just. A BIG dusty pile of case files semi abandoned somewhere in the cave when going through a (time period)ly cave cleaning.

They put it down because it's Not Important.

They come back to finish the cleaning the next day and do the exact same thing, but there's nothing to actually distract them this time and it pings as weird. Because why would case files be not important? They are by definition important, because only things flagged as important go into case files.

They try to get someone else to read it, because as long as they don't read the information in the file, they don't put it down.

That person goes to read it, gets a line in and then says something like 'that isn't important' and goes to leave. Person A pushes it and person B ALSO catches on.

Que the Batfam trying to figure out hey, what the fuck actually?

Meanwhile, how is Amity fairing? Canon compliant everything's going alright? Or have knock on effects to No One Look Here started to show?

#Another way for the JL not to notice amity park and not make the JL wildly incompetent #and if the anti ecto acts ARE a response to reign storm #then the JL doing their own investigations into it around that time checks out #plus it opens plenty of reasonable excuses for some of the more horrifying concepts to take place #oh an entire town only people inside it can percieve? #an entire organisation like the giw you could totally bullshit something like #they have anti ghost technology of COURSE the perception filter doesnt effect them #they made the anti filters when they realised they were unable to communicate outside the town #so thats how theyre getting funding and supplies in #(and that leaves a trail for the JL to follow) #YEAH #an entire town that cant be percieved #with a population that arguably the government has given free range on? #that sounds like a cadmus PLAYGROUND #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #danny phantom #story prompt #or starter? #lmao not sure

[livannasalinger]

Dc x Dp prompt 3

I was thinking lately that most of the prompts and fics that I see, they range from: focus on Danny, focus on Jazz, oneshots here and there with some different characters, maybe sam and tucker, but not much more than that. Of course, ultimately, the idea of Dc x Dp goes through the importance that Danny has to establish this connection (ghost king, meta laws, being a hero, classic black hair and blue eyes of the Waynes, etc etc) and focus more on relationships with DC characters (batfam, superman, Wonder Woman, etc) . At the same time, I've recently been thinking about how there are few fics that portray the rest of the Casper High as a functional group (not counting Everlasting trio). And then, there's this fic that I really like (see prompt 2) that talks about a different way that the incident with Spectra could have happened. With all this, I thought:

- what if, these incidents with the ghosts made the group more cohesive: I'm not talking about everyone being super friends, although that can be cool, but I'm talking about actually seeing them build a dynamic because they need to protect themselves from danger and they can't get help from anyone else -  Justice League doesn't interfere/doesn't know/doesn't believe

- Anyway, X years pass, the events of DP (except Danny's revelation to the world) occur, but unlike canon, the children mature faster, and start to blossom like powerhouses - imagine Assassination classroom and how they became after graduation, that kind of thing.

- But that's when things start to get interesting, because "out of nowhere" a group of people with impressive skills and suspicious training in different areas begins to appear, young people trained in things they shouldn't. At first, the connection was not clear, as everyone is in different areas, but little by little a pattern starts to become clearer: maybe their presence, maybe some more ghostly physical characteristic.

I see two ways this starts to get noticed:

-- At a Justice League meeting, several superheroes start listing people of interest and justifying why. They might have noticed these people as possible future villains, or maybe they want to recruit them, or something like that. The point is: when one person starts talking, another hero starts remembering that he knows a similar person, a pattern starts to be observed, an investigation starts to be made.

OR

-- An investigation is already under way, as there is a group of people who came from the same place, started to become influential in the field of choice, and nobody can prove, but many suspect that this group is responsible for the disappearance of a mysterious government organization called GIW

In any case, an investigation begins showing  the different ways that the Amity Park group has grown to be BAMF including: Tucker Foley, Sam Manson, Jazz Fenton, Valerie Gray, Dash Baxter, Paulina, Kwan, Star, Wes weston.… maybe even Ellie and Dan.

The investigation proceeds, old photos of the group can be found and they notice the disappearance of only one person: Danny Fenton. Which makes no sense, as he is seen multiple times with all the suspects, but effectively there is no record of him anywhere: no college, no job, not even how he gets from one place to another, no plane ticket, nothing.

It would still be really cool if everyone in the group followed certain customs, derived from the lessons they received on how to deal with ghosts or because they are Liminal and that's why they behave a little differently and, even if they've been living with "normal people" for years , sometimes they just forget common sense and scare people without intending to.

The conclusions that the JL, villains  and other groups, can come to are potentially hilarious: are they villains? what are their goals? Are they a secret cult with this Danny as their leader? Are they or are they not doing something illegal? Are they a threat? And if so, a threat to whom?

At the end of it all I can see Mr Lance showing up and thinking "how come this is supposedly the most powerful group of people in the world?!" and in 5 minutes solving any chaos or misunderstanding like:

"Pride and Prejudice, not even Mr. Weston was that bad" (looking at Red Robin's conspiracy board)

#dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #Bamf everyone #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #Jazz is Bamf too #casper high as a group #casper high as a family? #if you mess with one from Amity Park you mess with them all #feral everyone #everyone is liminal

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Con Man's Daughter (8)

[Masterlist]

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 7.5) (Here) (Part 9)

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Thought about it and decided that Damian and Marinette and Raven in a love triangle is a small fun idea (Hello, @summerfox1988)

The beginning: Raven has a slight crush on Damian > Damian has feelings for Marinette and is in denial of it > Marinette is straight out flirting with Raven who is oblivious that she is flirting.

Progression of the Love ‘Triangle’:

Marinette: one day thought about how her best friend Damian is hot and panics because she likes Raven. It’s fine to like two people at once but one of them is her best friend and she doesn’t want to ruin her friendship with him. She had to walk out of the room due to the sheer number of butterflies in her stomach when she saw the two of them together and how cute both of them looked, especially playing with her various pets who she had left with Damian while she dealt with her half-siblings who are literal demons (story for another time). Certified bi disaster mess. Her father is of no help, laughing at her hopeless crushes and no, she isn’t going to fabricate a scenario where she traps all of them in one place so she can tell both of them that she likes them.(A lil bit of foreshadowing) At least, uncle Chas and aunt Z were better help. For now, she is going to maintain her distance until she can get her shit together enough to confess.

Damian, still enjoying the river of denial, finds out that the funny feeling he gets when he sees Marinette flirting with Raven is jealousy but comes to the conclusion that he likes Raven and Marinette is his competition. He actually started to like Raven as more than just a friend as he hung out more with her. He feels a little bad for Constantine since she keeps leaving the room everytime she sees the two of them together and, dare he say it, sad that she isn’t around as often and inviting him out on one of her adventures. It hits him while he was patrolling in Gotham with Nightwing that he had a crush on Marinette too. Causing him to misfire his grapple but luckily his brother saved him from falling into the horrid smelling dumpster.

Raven on the other hand, after getting over her jealousy of Marinette because of her closer relationship with Damian, has a quick gay panic and finds that she actually does like-like Marinette that way. The Constantine girl had worn down her defences and Raven was more fond of her than she was willing to admit. It hits her when she notices that Marinette hasn’t been visiting her lately and that she misses her and the way Mari made her feel when she was around. (Mari was spending the week in Amity Park which is rumoured to be one of the most haunted town in America.) One of the Titans casually reveals to her that Marinette had been flirting with her the entire time. And Damian had been hanging out with her more often which she was happy about but Marinette wasn’t around as often.

There is a betting pool on who ends up with who. There is definitely lots of pining and high tensions that makes everyone in the JL frustrated.

It all comes to an end with a mission. The three ended up trapped together for 48 hours in some pocket dimension Marinette opened at the last minute so they could escape but she and Raven were both too drained to open it again to the real world.

Feelings are revealed. At the end of the 48-hours, they all avoided each other for a few days to come to terms with everything because all of them are terrible with emotions. Also they have to deal with a world-ending crisis.

They decided to meet up and talked it out after some encouragement from friends and family.

The next day, the three of them are seen at Andre’s ice cream cart, getting ice cream.

More chaos ensues when everyone in the JL thinks each of them is two-timing the other but nothing is confirmed.

It gets cleared up when Marinette walks in holding both Raven’s and Robin’s hands to a JL meeting and announces that they are dating.

Everyone loses it. The winners of the betting pool were Nightwing, Oracle and Zatanna. John had betted on Marinette and Raven because liking demons (or half-demon) is somewhat of a family trait and he didn’t think that Demon in a title counted.

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Damian: Hello?

Mari: Great, Damian, by any chance do you know the best way to cover up a crime scene?

Damian, pinching the bridge of his nose: What did you do, Constantine? And I hope you didn’t forget that it’s date night.

Mari: For the record, it was an accident. A bloody and messy accident. I think I am going to be late for date night. By the way, do you know any dry cleaners who will ask no questions? This shade of red won’t hide the bloodstains as well as I hoped.

Damian: I will ask Todd for you, he probably knows how often his jackets get so much blood on them. Back to the accident, did you accidentally kill someone.

Mari: Oh, they were already dead. The ghoul was just impersonating them. Those were always so messy to kill.

Damian, sighing heavily: What do you usually do with the bodies?

Mari: So...usually I kill ghouls in dark places, deep underground, catacombs mostly. There was this one time in the forest. I just leave the body there to decompose on its own because people don’t happen to find the body until a long long time later. This time….it’s in an apartment building where its previous victim lived.

Raven, walking into the Titans living room with some snacks: Is that Mari? Did she forget that it’s date night?

Damian: How do you know it’s her?

Raven: You have a face that you make when she gets herself into trouble.

Mari, over the phone: Rae? Can you tell our boyfriend to help me? Better yet, portal him to my location.

Raven: Turn on the speaker, Damian, To Mari: Depends. What did you do?

Mari, nervously laughs: I may have...killed a ghoul and it was messier than I had intended and now the apartment looks like murder scene. 

Raven: Why don’t you get your father to help you

Mari: No. Absolutely not. He will be mad that I took on the ghoul by myself. Look, just portal Damian over and help me clean this up before nosy neighbours come and investigate. I will owe you guys one. I can do this all on my own but the faster this place is clean, the faster we can go back to our scheduled date-

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As Marinette rambles on, Raven mutes the call and looks at her other partner. Mari worriedly asks why they aren’t answering when it got quiet on the other end.

“Some days I can’t believe we are dating this disaster.” said Raven.

“At least we will never be bored. And we knew what we were getting into when we both said yes. You do remember who she is related to?” replied Damian.

“Yes. How unfortunate that she inherited those traits. So...are we going to help her?”

“Might as well. Don’t want our girlfriend going to jail on murder charges.”

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos!”

Mari turned around to see her partners, stepped into the puddle of blood while she was rolling the body up with the carpet.

Damian told them each what to do. Mari gets rid of the body while he and Raven clean up the crime scene.

“Thanks, guys. I will make this up to you, I swear.”

“You can by letting us pick the movie for tonight.”

 Marinette’s eyes widened in horror as she knew what her partners wanted to watch. “No. Please no. I beg of you.”

“Yes. We are going to watch Miraculous Adventures of Lady Rouge and Chat Noir.” Damian said with a smirk.

“No. Anything but that movie.”

“Why do you hate it so much?” Raven asked as she used a spell to dispose of the innards of the ghoul.

“They made it without my knowing. There are so many things wrong. For starters, they didn't even get my suit right.”

“A few inaccuracies in the costume is a common mistake in the film industry.”

“Well, then that costume was the biggest mistake in the history of movies. Ladybug, they even changed my freaking name for no reason but kept it in the movie title, I call false advertising. Anyways, Ladybug is a normal girl with a normal life with a big secret which is wearing a plain, boring polka-dotted skin-tight suit that showed how well-toned she is, and she doesn’t wear anything else to cover it up. Is it practical? Probably, given how many superheroes have a preference for it, no offense to your brothers, Damian.”

“They can take the criticism.” he replied, getting the cleaning supplies out.

“Back to my point on that suit, where is the flair? Where is the dramatic applications that comes with a coat or maybe a cape? If I ever get my hands on that suit, I am going to burn it in the flames of hell. It’s too simple and plain for my taste and it’s a stupid excuse for horny males to stare at a nearly naked girl. How come Chat Noir has a near identical costume in the movie and I don’t even have my coat. It’s like my signature look. Stores ran out of red coats after the first month I showed up. Plus what even is the plot? It made no sense-”

She continued ranting as she finished rolling up the body and dragged it through a portal to who knows where to get rid of the body.

Damian and Raven shared an amused grin as they continued cleaning up the apartment. They were definitely going to see that movie.

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(I have only played poker, specifically, a few times….on the computer and watched a youtube video of it.)

One weekend, a ten-year-old Marinette was sleeping over at the House of Mystery while her parents were going on a trip somewhere and John was looking after her.

She woke up in the middle of the night and went to get some water. Instead, she dropped into the middle of her father’s poker game with a few other special guests like the Demon Etrigan.

She sleepily bumped her head against his arm and he patted her hair in acknowledgement.

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart.”

“Don’t wanna. I want to watch you play.”

“Okay, one round and back to bed, you little rascal.”

Marinette giggled as the other players cooed or rolled their eyes at the father and daughter duo. A few were confused about John having a little girl in his house.

John had betted a hefty sum and the others were hesitant on calling. They weren’t sure if John was confident to win or bluffing like he usually do.

That is until Marinette in her innocent voice said, “Why don’t you have any good cards, Daddy? I thought you said you were good at poker.”

Everyone else raised their bets.

John sighed deeply before in a dad voice explained, “Sometimes, sweetie, you make people think you have good cards even though you don’t have any by betting really really high. That’s called bluffing. Sometimes, you can even double-bluff them into thinking that you don’t have any good cards when you have great ones.” he said as he revealed that he got a hand better than the others.

“What?!” all the other players exclaimed.

“Trickery!” A demon stood up and exposed its blades.

“Come on, mates. I can’t believe all of you fell for my ten-” “Nearly eleven,” Marinette injected, “-sorry, my nearly eleven years old daughter’s first con.”

“If she wasn’t your daughter, I would have snapped her neck for her deception, Constantine.”

“I would like to see *yawns* you try.” Marinette yawned again and rubbed her eyes.

“No taunting the demons and off to bed with you, lady luck.” John said as he nudged Marinette towards the stairs.

“You owe me half of the winnings.” She flashed them an all-too-familiar infuriating grin before racing up the stairs.

—--(Time skip to years later)----

21 years old Marinette is playing poker with other Justice League members in her Lady Rouge suit.

The others had folded.

Marinette with a very good poker face due to her mask was against a very confident Green Arrow with lots of money at stake as her father sauntered into the room, a cigarette hanging off his lips, completely disregarding the no-smoking rule of the Watchtower.

John looked over her shoulder to see her cards. “One of these days, I am going to have to ban you from poker because wearing the Ladybug miraculouses for a long time gives you too much luck and everyone and their mother loses everything to you everytime.”

Marinette snickered. “You are such a sore loser. I can still win Ladybug luck or no.”

“Well, I wish the rest of you sorry lot the best of luck.” he said before continuing on his way.

Green Arrow looked less confident at John Constantine’s words. “I fold.”

“Hai! Told ya that I would still win Ladybug luck or no.” She reveals a very bad hand, making Green Arrow screamed in outrage and cursed a storm.

Marinette smugly collected her pot, “To anyone who says that I am cheating because I wore magic lucky earrings for two years. I am currently wearing the bad luck ring to counter it for a fair game. Zatanna or any other magic user other than John can confirm.” She said, gesturing her head towards the magician who was watching them play.

Zatanna nodded to confirm and not mentioning the many tricks Lady Rouge had deployed so far to cheat. Like father like daughter. Plus she promised 10 percent of her winnings if the magician kept quiet. Green Arrow was rich, he will get over it.

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(Part 9)

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #damian x marinette #marinette x raven #raven x damian #damiraette #biodad! john constantine

[avaritia-apotheosis]

Phantom Children [DP x Batman Crossover] Ch. 1

Disclaimer: It's been a while since I watched DP and the only Batman/DC stuff I've interacted with are B:TAS, the JL cartoons, and what I got from fandom osmosis so don't expect any sort of canon compliance.

In Which: the author takes advantage of the passage of time in Nanda Parbat being wonky and Danny doesn't give up, per se, but is sort of resigned to being stuck with the League of Assassins until further notice.

AO3 | Prologue | [ 1 ] | 2 |

CW for descriptions of non-consensual drug use (if there's anything you guys would like me to tag, please tell me)

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WHEN SOMETHING WENT WRONG WITH DANNY’S LIFE, it was usually because of one or two things: Ghosts or Vlad. And considering their truce and how even Vlad wouldn’t go this far (at least, Danny hoped), Danny was kidnapped because of ghosts. Or his association with ghosts.

Though how an organization of ninja-assassins got wind of his ‘unique’ circumstance was beyond him. The shackles they slapped on his wrists were more a formality than anything after the second time he tried to escape them with intangibility. The only reason they managed to get him contained the entire trip from Amity Park to wherever the fuck Nanda Parbat lay was because of the cocktail of drugs they pumped into his system spiked with blood blossoms.

Danny had to give it to them. The League of Assassins might not have any anti-ecto weaponry, but they did their homework.

He barely remembered the trip. He catches flashes—blurry figures and words he couldn’t comprehend. A warm hand holding his, a thumb rubbing smooth circles on the back of his palm and calloused fingers running through his hair.

When he awoke, it was in a room bigger than his bedroom. His ankle was shackled to a bedpost, and the only door leading out was locked. There was a separate room for the bathroom off to the side and a shelf stacked with books decorating the otherwise bare walls, but other than that there wasn’t much else. Not even windows.

Intangibility, he learned, wasn’t an option. The blood blossoms in his bloodstream were still in circulation, rendering his transformation useless. If his nose was right, his captors were pumping blood blossoms from the vents. The sickly sweet of the flower was faint in the cool air, but the slight red haze that persisted in the room was unmistakable.

He tried, regardless. The rings barely made it half-way before his knees buckled and he started retching all over the floor. At least his stomach was empty.

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Danny doesn’t know how long he’s been in Nanda Parbat. Time moved differently here. Faster, he thought. He doesn’t really understand how or why, though sometimes he wondered what Clockwork thought of all of this.

(There are times, in the darkness and solitude of his cell, when Danny would call for Clockwork to rescue him. Quietly, so quietly, it was barely even a whisper. But Clockwork would hear it—Danny was sure he would. Clockwork helped him out before, so this time shouldn’t be all that different. But at the end of the night, nothingness would answer him. And Danny had to learn over and over again that even the Ghost of Time had his own rules to follow.)

It had taken a few days and Talia nearly biting the head off of the League’s physician for them to realize that blood blossoms would be an awful way to contain him. Effective at immobilizing him, yes, but the flowers left him about as helpless as Superman in a kryptonite cave.

“It all works out in the end,” Talia would say. “The blossoms were never going to become a long-term solution; you might end up developing an immunity to them given enough exposure.”

Though knowing now what Talia’s ‘long-term plan’ was for making sure Danny didn’t slip through the walls of the headquarters and fly across the ocean, Danny would rather take his chances with the blood blossoms.

Danny might not have been as smart as Vlad, but he was tricky and creative when he needed to be. He knows he’s powerful. And sure, he might forget some of his own abilities every now and then, but that doesn’t mean he can’t use them. In the time he’s been stuck in the Leage’s lair (and coherent), Danny had thought of a dozen escape plans, each one with a high chance of success. If he made an attempt, he could guarantee the League wouldn’t notice until he was a quarter-way across the globe.

Escaping wasn’t the problem. That would be the easy part.

His core burned at the thought of it. And it hurt—as if his entire being was dunked in a vat of dry ice and left to freeze. He hated how he was here and everything that he was protecting was far. Away.

Danny wanted to go home. Wanted to read comic books in his bed, play Doom with Tucker and Sam, sleep in class and make fun of the Box Ghost. He wants to eat his mom’s food, even if there’s a fifty-fifty chance that it would come alive and try to eat him instead. He wants to listen to Jazz try to psychoanalyze his problems. Wants to go fishing with his dad and eat his famous chocolate fudge. Wants to fly above the skies of Amity Park and touch what little he can of the universe before he’s called down again.

Amity Park is his haunt. His Home. The soft hum of the Ghost Portal in the basement a lullaby he’s listened to for so long that sleeping without it was next to impossible. Every fiber of his being craved to go back because how is he supposed to protect Amity if he isn’t there?

But to go back meant sacrificing everyone.

Danny doesn’t risk it.

(The—the last time was an accident. If Danny isn’t—if he isn’t careful, this time it may be an assassination. He refused to have his family’s death on his hands again.)

He has faith in Sam, Tucker, and Jazz to hold down the fort until he could find a way to escape. They’re smart. Smarter than him. They’ll work something out and—in a worst-case scenario, they’ll find a way to shut down the Ghost Portal to stop the ghosts from coming through.

Logic meant nothing to his ghost core, though. The next best thing to do was to drown out his worries with the League’s rigorous education.

Hand-to-hand and weapons combat. Geography. History. Dozens of foreign languages. Poisons and herbology and basic first-aid. His days are packed with new things to learn and to repeat until it’s drilled into his skull so deep he could recite the information in his sleep. (Hyosycamus niger, aka Henbane. Every part is highly toxic and can cause dizziness, stupor, insanity, and eventual death. It’s medicinal uses range from--)

The League demanded perfection. The Demon’s Head demanded even more than that.

Talia oversaw his education. Sometimes, there would be another, older, man by her side, observing his regimen with cold calculation. Whenever that man arrived, Danny’s instructors were always stricter.

His teachers made little effort to interact with him outside of their set schedule, and during his lessons they only ever answer pertinent questions. He supposed there would be other students of the League in Nanda Parbat, but he’s seen neither hide nor hair of them. His rooms (a bedroom + bathroom combo that led out into a large indoor space for training) are separate from everything else.

Danny slept alone, ate alone, and trained alone. And for a boy who has had his two best friends stuck to his side like glue for as long as he could remember, it’s a terribly lonely experience.

His shadow guards don’t count. They might as well be another piece of furniture. Another stone in the wall.

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Talia was the only one that broke his new mundane routine, as much as she was the cause of it. She was his only source of companionship in this hell hole; the only one who would really speak to him. And yeah, he knew why that was. Jazz had rambled on enough about Stockholm syndrome to know that this ‘arrangement’ was Talia’s attempts at forging a bond between them. But godit’s just so hard to be stuck inside your own mind all day when. It made him think too much. Worry. (Whatifwhatifwhatifwhatif).

And then—

And then.

Danny had asked Talia a multitude of questions, but only two did she ever answer. Both asked when he was still trying to flush the drug cocktail and the blood blossoms from his system.

The first was when he asked, “Why am I here?” She answered that it was because Ra’s al Ghul, her father, wanted him. He had knowledge the Demon’s Head wanted; powers that Ra’s could only ever dream of. The man was curious—though Talia assured him over and over again that Danny wouldn’t be vivisected and studied for science.

The second answer came right after when Danny asked her “How could you be so sure?”

Talia smiled. Lacquered fingers coming up to brush away the dark strands that fell over his face. Her hands traced the curve of his jaw, cupping his cheeks to raise his eyes to hers. “Because you are my son,” she said, voice honey sweet.

He jerked from her hold.

Burned by it.

“You’re lying,” he spat. “I’m already someone else’s son. Try again.”

Talia let her hands drop to her sides. “You are my son.” She took a step closer towards him. Steady. Firm. “That is why you are here.”

“I don’t believe you.”

A pitying smile. “Be that as it may, you cannot change the truth.” She approached him, slowly backing him against the wall before she reached out to tilt his chin upwards. Some traitorous part of Danny’s mind catalogued her features. Made connections that shouldn’t exist. “I have carried you in my womb, Daniel. You were a part of me for so very long and I loved you more with each passing day. You are of my body and of my blood—not matter how much you may deny it.”

“No.” He pushed her hands away and raked his hands over his hair. “You’re lying.” She must be. They don’t look alike. Not at all. Everyone always said he was his dad’s—Jack Fenton’s—exact copy. Black haired and blue eyed and sharp-jawed. Awkward but well-meaning and with a heart of gold, his mother said. It was once of the facts of life; Danny took after his dad, and Jazz took after their mom. Simple as that.

(There is a memory resurfacing from his early childhood that Danny is desperately trying to repress again. Memories of kids teasing him on the playground, innocently cruel in the way only children can be as they tried to convince him he was adopted. That his skin looked nothing like his parents’. Dusky where his parents and sister were fair. He went home crying to his parents that same day, and they soothed away his worries with hushed words and a well-timed distraction.)

He asked no more questions after that. Talia was lying to him for some reason, and no answer she could give would be trustworthy anyways. What little of him he could see in her was only a figment of his own imagination. His mind playing cruel tricks.

Then his hopes were dashed aside when Talia showed him a picture of his father a day later.

The man in the photo looked like him. Black haired and eyes the same shade of too-bright blue. There were differences, of course. The man in the photograph was fairer, unlike Danny. He was taller and broader where Danny was lean and lanky. But despite this and all the other minute differences, this man who was supposed to be Danny’s biological father looked like him.

The same slant of the brow. The same shape of the eyes. The way the man held himself with this sense of gravitas and power that Danny couldn’t yet do in his awkward teenage years but had seen before. In a monster another man.

Danny’s future self was terrifying in its inhumanity, but it didn’t take that much of an imagination to know that he looked almost exactly like the man in the picture.

#danny phantom #batman #danny phantom x batman crossover #cw; drug use #phantom children.txt