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luxaofhesperides · 4 months

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Could i request a ghostlight where danny can turn into a dragon, it could be though a curse or just training from queen dora?

Like dragon Danny seeing the yellow signal outfit and thinking "mmmmm gold, shiny, must take".

He should probably be more worried about being cursed.

Scratch that, he should definitely be more worried about being cursed. However, it wasn’t done intentionally or in bad faith. This is just the consequences of him, Sam, and Tucker fucking around and finding out when left unsupervised with the grimoire of a long dead witch.

In their defense, they didn’t know Tucker could use magic. This revelation both upset Tucker, who refused to be swayed from tech, and Sam, who thought she was a better fit for magic considering how goth she is. Danny hadn’t really cared, since he was too busy being turned into a dragon. At least it isn’t like with Dora’s necklace; Danny is still himself, can think clearly, and isn’t overcome by rage.

He’s just… Danny. But as a dragon.

“Well, you do something to fix him then!” Tucker shouts, waving a hand in the air angrily, “Since you want to be so good at magic, you do it then!”

“I would if I could! But you’re the one who gets to use magic, so figure it out and turn Danny back!” Sam shouts back, getting in Tucker’s face with a fierce scowl.

Danny sighs, shifting uncomfortably. His room is not big enough for a dragon, and his back is starting to cramp up. He looks longingly out the window to the clear skies that call to him, and wonders when his friends will stop fighting.

They keep shouting, so he doubts they’ll be able to focus on actually helping him for at least another hour.

The only silver lining about the situation is that Jazz and his parents are gone, taking the weekend to visit a few colleges so Jazz can decide which one she wants to go to. Though he’s been cursed into dragon form and his friends are yelling about it, at least his family can’t make it any worse with their attempts to ‘fix’ things.

There’s a lull in the yelling, Sam and Tucker both turning their attention back to the grimoire. Danny shifts his wings, tail flicking slightly, and leans his head closer. He wishes he could help figure this out, but he can’t talk in this form, and any attempt at charades will destroy his room.

His friends look focused, at least. So maybe they’ve decided to focus on finding solutions instead of fighting.

“Here,” Sam says, shoving the grimoire over to Tucker roughly. “Try that.”

Tucker reads over the spell, then scoffs and pushes the grimoire back. “That’s not going to fix anything. Didn’t you read it? It clearly says truth is the greatest revenge, revealing one’s true form force it into light. It’s talking about making people who are secretly cruel turn ugly or something like that! It’s not going to do anything for Danny!”

“It says one’s true form and Danny’s is a human! That would work!”

And they go right back to arguing.

Danny sighs, turning to stare out the window again.

In any other circumstance, being a dragon would be so fun. He has wings! He’s big and has claws and can probably breathe fire! And it’s not making him act on animal instincts or anything! If he could just be outside…

He glances at Sam and Tucker again.

Maybe he can go outside, enjoy the curse a bit before they figure out a way to undo it. Spend some time flying around with wings.

All the curse did was turn him into a dragon. It just changed his form. If he still has his ghost powers, if the curse didn’t change his nature from halfa to dragon…

Carefully, Danny focuses on his tail and tries to make it intangible. There’s a strange sensation of ice running down his spine, then it goes into his tail. In the next second, his tail drops through the floor, and Danny bites down a grin.

He is so out of here.

He gives Sam and Tucker another glance; they’ve got their heads bent over the grimoire, paying no attention to him.

Perfect.

Danny goes fully intangible and sinks through the floor of his bedroom, then maneuvers his way outside the house. As soon as he’s out, standing beneath the sunlight and able to stretch out his new body, Danny pulls his power back and takes a few careful steps on the grass, testing his balance. His wings shift on his back, and he stretches them out, feeling the way his new limbs move.

Everything feels natural, as if he’s always been a dragon.

Taking a deep breath, Danny spreads his wings out and takes off running. A few hard pumps of his wings gets him into the air, and he can’t help but let out a joyful roar.

Distantly, he hears Tucker and Sam yelling again, but he’s too happy to be free of that room to care. Let them argue. He wants to have fun.

Staying in Amity Park is a no go; Val might go after him, thinking he’s a threat, and ghosts could pop out at any time to cause problems. He might as well take this chance to fly around wherever he wants. Chicago wouldn’t be too hard to reach with how fast he’s flying, but he’s been there before and doesn’t want to stay in Illinois.

What other big city is nearby that he can fly to?

New York?

Or, better yet, Gotham.

It’s definitely a bad idea, but if any city is able to handle a dragon appearing without warning, it would be Gotham. Plus, he might get to see some of the heroes in action! Sure, it’s the middle of the day, but surely a dragon is a good enough reason for Batman to show up before the sun sets.

Mind made up, Danny flies up into the clouds and heads towards Gotham, following the roads out of Amity Park.

The flight is quick. It takes barely over an hour to see the dark figures of Gotham’s tallest buildings, fog surrounding the city like something out of a horror movie. The sun glints off the ocean behind the city for a rare, cloudless day. He’s heard stories about Gotham’s weather, how dreary it is, the occasional acid rain, the gloominess of it all. As bad as his luck is, it seems that the sunny day is trying to give him something good to even it out after being cursed into a dragon.

Excited, Danny angles himself down, diving out of the lower clouds and shifts his wings to catch on a wind current that smoothly sends him towards the city.

Just to be careful, he goes invisible as he gets closer, staying out of sight once he enters the city proper.

Noise overwhelms him immediately, cars honking and voices yelling, the occasional gunshot and sound of something breaking. It makes Danny wince, disoriented enough to make him falter as he flies above the streets.

Amity Park is quiet and peaceful in comparison, so much so that he hadn’t realized just how enhanced his senses had become in a dragon’s form.

The sounds of everything are so much, and all the movement of such a big city is dizzying. At least he can’t smell anything but salt from the sea; if he had to deal with the constant smell of blood, guts, and sewage, he would find a way to fully die to get away from it.

He slows down to a smooth glide, weaving his way between buildings as he takes in the city. Even with the sun out, it’s gloomy, the tall buildings casting shadows across the streets, a mix of art deco and gothic architecture filling up the space. He wonders if he should find some place up high he can rest, maybe bathe in the sun for a bit until he felt like moving again. If he managed to fall asleep, that might give Sam and Tucker enough time to figure out how to undo the curse.

“Ow! Shit, that hurts.”

Or he indulge in his curiosity and check up on whoever just cursed loud enough to be heard over the ambient noise of Gotham.

It takes a minute of searching before Danny’s eyes zero in on a bright flash of yellow moving across rooftops.

All other colors seem dull in comparison, and Danny has just enough time to think, Oh, there’s the dragon instincts taking over, before he’s flying after it, unable to focus on anything else.

Every time the yellow leaps out of the shadows, it’s as if it glows. As if Danny’s chasing sunlight.

He gets close, but loses the yellow every so often with how he has to maneuver around buildings, putting his new flying abilities to the test in an effort to keep up.

Then the yellow comes to an abrupt stop. Danny can’t stop in time and flies past it, tilting his body and spreading out his wides as far as he can to make a tight turn.

“I’m fine, just bruised up, but I feel like I’m being followed,” the yellow says to no one. There’s a pause, and then the yellow says, “I don’t see anything, is the thing.”

If the yellow has anything more to say, it doesn’t get the chance to do more than open its mouth before Danny’s crashing into it, tackling it to the ground.

He’s elated as they roll across the roof, the living sunlight caught safe in his arms. He holds it close to his chest, protecting it until they come to a stop, dropping his invisibility as a low rumble builds in the back of his throat. The dragon brain has thoroughly taken over, and it takes far too long to wrestle control back from it.

Once he’s able to think more clearly, Danny looks down at the poor guy he’s caught and realizes, hey that’s a hero!

And then he realizes, that’s a hero. I fucked up.

He tries to say sorry, but all that comes out is a low chuff. The hero, who he can recognize as the Signal because who else wears mostly yellow in Gotham, leans back as much as he can, trapped in Danny’s grasp.

“Hey, dragon,” Signal says nervously. “I’m really hoping you didn’t catch me because you were looking for a snack.”

Danny huffs, bumping his head against Signal’s chest. He hopes he doesn’t come across as aggressive, because all he wants to do is laze around with a hero, his dragon brain happy to keep hold of its yellow sunshine.

He’s not going to let go of Signal, though. He intends to make the most of this moment while he can.

“Okay. You seem friendly? That’s good I guess.” Signal sighs, then tries to wiggle out of Danny’s grip. Danny doesn’t budge until Signal gasps and curls into himself, clearly in pain.

Worried, Danny lets go of him and tries to see what’s wrong, his snout poking against the Signal’s ribs.

The Signal hisses out a breath, trying to push Danny away. “Stop, don’t do that. Man, I hope my ribs aren’t broken. That would suck.”

That would suck. Rib injuries are the worst, and the bruises always seem to stay longer on ribs than anywhere else, in Danny’s experience. He would love to offer the Signal some ice, but as a dragon, he’s not sure how to use that particular power. He settles instead for backing off and making himself small, offering an apologetic rumble.

“Thanks,” Signal smiles, gingerly uncurling from where he’s hunched over, an arm crossing his stomach, protecting it. “I guess you’re friendly, then?”

Danny nods.

“...And you can understand me?”

Danny nods harder, a high pitched growl slipping out of his mouth.

“That’s so cool. What are you doing here in Gotham?”

It’s not a yes or no question, so Danny’s stuck on how to answer when words are so far out of reach. He shrugs, wings shifting against his back, then carefully bumps his head against the Signal’s helmet.

“Yeah, that was a bad question. Do you need help?”

Danny scrunches up his nose as he thinks. He is cursed, but so far, being a dragon isn’t all that bad. It sucks that he can’t talk, but everything else is cool! He just doesn’t want to be a dragon forever. But it’s nothing the Signal can help with, so Danny just shrugs again.

The Signal tilts his head. “Alright. I guess I’ll get going then, and you can chill up here.”

The low growl comes suddenly, without him even thinking, and Danny wraps himself around the hero again. Distantly, he thinks that he should stop, that this is technically holding the Signal in place against his will, but the much louder, dragon part of him is deeply upset by the thought of the Signal leaving while he’s injured. Danny can protect him, so there’s no need for him to go anywhere! In fact, he’s only safe as long as he’s with Danny!

He leans more of his weight onto the Signal until they both fall back onto the roof, pinning the hero in place.

Danny tries to be gentle, but the impact still makes Signal groan, tensing up in pain.

Sorry, he tries to say, the words coming out in a low chuffing noise. He draws his tail up to curl around the Signal so he’s completely surrounded by Danny, kept safe from anything that would try to attack him.

Letting out a breath, the Signal lightly knocks his head against Danny’s neck, the helmet barely felt through Danny’s scales. “Alright, Oracle, can you send someone to my location? I’m a bit stuck.”

It’s hard to hear, but Danny manages to make out a voice saying, “Black Bat is heading there now. What’s wrong?”

“I’m a bit stuck.”

“Injured?”

“Just my ribs, but that’s not really the problem. There’s a dragon who’s very determined to keep me on this roof.”

“A dragon,” the voice repeats.

“Yeah. It seems to like me? But it’s also not letting me leave. So. I’m stuck.”

There’s a pause, then a soft burst of static before the voice says, “I’m going to send a message to everyone else just in case they’re able to provide any back up. I’m sure Tim is looking for an excuse to ditch Bruce at that accounting meeting.”

“Guess I’ll just wait to be rescued, then,” Signal says, sighing. Then he tilts his head up to look at Danny. “Is there some way you could talk to me? To pass the time. Maybe morse code? Do you know what that is?”

Dragon brain makes him stupid, apparently, because Danny does know morse code. He didn’t even think of alternative ways of communication once he discovered talking was impossible with his new vocal chords.

It’s probably not even dragon brain. It’s just Danny brain that makes him like this.

Embarrassed, Danny drops his head onto the roof, drawing his tail closer to himself so it can cover his eyes, his best attempt at hiding his face. Then, with one sharp claw, he taps out Y.E.S.

“Oh! So, what’s up?”

N.O.T. D.RA.G.O.N. H.U.M.A.N. G.O.T. C.U.R.S.E.D.

“Why did you say you didn’t need help if you got cursed?!”

Danny wants to say it was an accident, but has no confidence that he can spell ‘accident’ correctly, so he goes with F.R.I.E.N.D. M.A.D.E. M.I.S.T.A.K.E.

“And can they fix it?”

I.D.K. T.H.E.Y. W.E.R.E. F.I.G.H.T.I.N.G. Danny huffs out a breath, flicking his tail in annoyance as he uncurls slightly, giving Signal some more breathing space. He doesn’t look as stressed out anymore, which is nice, but he still holds his ribs tenderly, careful not to move too much. G.O.T. B.O.R.E.D. L.E.F.T.

The Signal taps his own fingers against the roof, thinking after he takes in Danny’s words. “Do you think we can call them and see if they know how to fix it? I doubt you want to be a dragon forever.”

N.O. P.H.O.N.E.

“It’s cool, we can use mine.” And he pulls out a cell phone from… somewhere. Danny has no idea where. It’s like he blinked, and a phone suddenly appeared. His hero suit probably has a lot of hidden compartments and pockets to hold as much stuff as possible, but it’s so well designed that Danny can’t begin to think of where he’d put anything. Especially when his dragon brain keeps getting distracted by how nice the yellow is.

Danny taps out Tucker’s number when Signal asks for it, watching as the call connects and is put on speaker.

“Hello?” Tucker’s voice says, hesitant and a little distracted.

“Hi,” Signal responds with a mischievous smile, “Do you happen to be missing a dragon? Cause I’ve got one here who’s hoping he can get a little help from a friend.”

Danny hears something clatter on Tucker’s end, then Tucker starts yelling for Sam. He’s not quite able to bite back his laughter, entire body shaking with it. The Signal keeps his composure better, but he does share a glance with Danny that has him biting his lip, trying to keep his smile from growing.

“Where is he?!” Tucker demands, and for a moment Danny feels ashamed of how much stress he’s putting his best friends through. And then he remembers them fighting nonstop while ignoring him and doesn’t feel bad at all.

“Gotham.”

“...Gotham,” Sam repeats. Her voice is flat in the way it always gets before she verbally (and sometimes physically) tears someone apart. Danny winces hard enough that it jostles the Signal, making him glance back at Danny.

“Yeah. Gotham. He said he was cursed?”

Sam sighs heavily. “Yeah. Not my fault. It is Tucker’s fault, though.”

“I think I found the solution though! And also, it was an accident. You were the one who wanted to read the grimoire.”

He can tell they’re gearing up for another fight, so Danny lowers his face closer to the phone and lets loose a dark growl. It shuts them right up, and he briefly wonders about learning how to growl like that as a human, since it’s so effective.

Tucker clears his throat, and continues as if nothing happened. “Anyways. The cure. The thing that will make Danny stop being cursed.”

There’s another long pause.

“The cure…?” Signal prompts.

“Kisses.”

“Sorry, what?”

“It’s kisses.”

“Like… true love’s kiss?”

Danny hopes it’s not true love’s kiss. If it is, he’s never going to be human again. Who would his true love even be? As much as he liked Valerie, that ships sailed long ago. And he loves Sam and Tucker, but not quite like that.

“No. Thankfully,” Sam says. “Just kisses. What matters is the amount, not the person it’s from. So whoever you are, we’re gonna need you to be giving Danny as many kisses as possible until he’s human again. We’re also on our way to Gotham now. Johnny’s offered us a ride.”

On cue, an engine revs loudly.

“We’ll be there soon!” Tucker shouts over the engine, and the call ends just a second later.

Danny huffs, shaking his head lightly.

“Interesting friends you got there,” Signal comments idly.

Y.E.S. Danny taps out. L.O.V.E. T.H.E.M.

The Signal sits up and moves away from Danny, who has to stomp down the urge to curl around the hero tighter to keep him in place. He stands up, putting his phone away, and looks over Danny. His gaze feels like a physical weight, moving from his face, and the horns on his head, to the scales covering him, to his wings and tail.

His tails flicks back and forth nervously. Danny can’t get it to stop.

“Dragon,” someone new says, startling Danny. He spots the newcomer immediately, a lithe figure in all black perched on the ledge of the roof. Her voice is rough and he can’t see her face at all, fully covered as it is in her mask.

This must be Black Bat. He doesn’t know much about her; no one does, with how she’s managed to avoid being photographed and how rarely she is seen by anyone at all. He honestly wasn’t sure if she was real or not, but here she is.

“Hey,” Signal greets easily, “We need to kiss him better.”

Black Bat tilts her head. “Kiss… dragon?”

“He’s cursed. And kisses will fix him. Not true love’s kiss, but just a lot of kisses.”

“True love’s kiss?” she repeats.

“Oh, shit. I guess you haven’t read any fairy tales?” Black Bat shakes her head, and Danny wonders how she’s managed to avoid all fairy tales for so long. They’re usually among the first stories children are exposed to. “Yeah, in a lot of those stories, a curse can only be broken from a kiss by someone by love.”

Black Bat nods slowly, and it’s clear she doesn’t really understand, but she does hop off the ledge and walk over to Danny. She pulls up her mask to reveal her mouth, then looks to the Signal for guidance.

“Like this,” Signal says, then leans over and presses a soft kiss to Danny’s cheek.

If he were human, Danny would be blushing madly. As it is, he has to force himself to stay still and not hide his face in his hands, claws and all, from how flustered he is.

Black Bat follows in suit, dropping a delicate kiss to the top of his head.

Danny loses track of how many kisses he gets, all over his face, beyond flustered by the amount of affection two heroes are showering him in. It’s just to break the curse, but it’s still a lot of kisses!

Signal kisses the tip of his nose, and there’s a flash of light. Danny feels himself change, growing smaller, his human softness returning to him. It’s barely a few seconds, and then Danny’s human again, sitting on the roof with the Signal and Black Bat standing over him.

They blink at each other for a long moment, then Black Bat smiles and pats the top of his head.

Danny smiles. He knows his cheeks are red, can feel how hot they are himself, and ducks his head, too embarrassed to look at either of them.

“How are you feeling?” Signal asks, crouching down to be eye level with Danny.

He tries to answer, but all that comes out is a hoarse rasp. He winces and brings a hand up to his throat, then shrugs and gives the Signal a thumbs up.

He clears his throat. This time, he manages to whisper, “Thank you.”

Black Bat gives him a cheerful wave, then hops back onto the ledge and jumps off. Signal barely takes his eyes off Danny enough to give her a nod goodbye. He reaches out and brushes Danny’s hair off his forehead some before his fingers trail down the side of his face.

“I’ll admit, you looked cool as a dragon,” Signal says, “But you’re much cuter like this.”

Danny gives in and hides his face in his hands. The Signal laughs, warm and bright, and kisses his forehead.

“Come on, let’s make sure your friends can find you.”

“They’re going to be so annoying about this,” Danny mutters.

“It’s how friends show affection.”

“Seriously, though, thank you. I know being tackled by a dragon isn’t what anyone expects. Did I hurt you? Your ribs…”

The Signal shrugs. “Nah. I’m all good. Just a little bruised, but it’ll heal quickly enough. Though, you’re more than welcome to give me a kiss to help me feel better.”

Danny shoves him lightly for the teasing, but he does pull the Signal back for a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth.

It’s only fair, after all.

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #this was supposed to be written last week... cries. work killed me but ghostlights is bringing me back to life #with a bonus cass!! i love cass in case u couldnt tell #duke is gonna roll up at the cave for evening training. have people insist he ice his ribs after they see the bruising #and he'll say 'no its fine a dragon kissed it better' and not elaborate #everyone has questions but damian is the only one upset that HE wasnt called to help the dragon when they know he's good w goliath #this doesnt change even after duke tells them the dragon was a cursed boy who is now human again #damian is lowkey wondering if he can find tucker to also be turned into a dragon. just for fun.#it'll give duke an excuse to see danny again so obv hes gonna say yes.#meet cute? no. meet DRAGON

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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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p1nkshield · 9 months

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Hi 👋 This is chapter four of the Estranged Uncle Au!

Just a warning there is mentions of cults and a scene that has Damian being Damian (AKA knife child) Please take care of yourselves! I hope you enjoy!

Clark was sweating buckets.

“I promise you I’m not in danger! This is all a big misunderstanding! Bruce isn’t even that creepy!”

Jazz rattled off several reasons.

“He has a cloyingly sweet public persona, his personal computer has extensive information on all of the local rogues in the area and all the adopted sons we’ve met look practically identical to both each other and you and Danny! Not to mention they all seem trained for combat! How is that not creepy?”

Okay from an impartial standpoint Clark could see how it looked like he was tied up in a cult.

“I swear if another fruitloop billionaire obsessed with one of my family members tries to adopt me I’m gonna wail!”

How specific!

“Wail?” Clark began to ask but was cut off.

“Are you tied up in a cult Clark? Because we can get you out if you are! I … uh know a guy who specializes in taking down cults.”

What?

“I promise you I’m not in a cult! The blue eyes and black hair is a coincidence and I am not in danger! Also what do you mean you know a guy who specializes in taking down cults!?!”

Danny squinted.

“Hold that thought. Everyone stop talking!”

Danny reached towards Clark’s shoulder and picked out a small device, no bigger than a grain of rice out of his cable knit sweater.

“No one who plants listening devices into sweaters isn’t creepy.”

He then promptly threw it to the ground and crushed it with his heel.

“That’s the end of the recording.” Tim said while cringing.

“Sleazy?!? Me? Sleazy? I did a back handspring on hardwood floors for them and they call me sleazy?!”

Dick thought that he could win them over. Was he too heavy handed?

“It’s probably because you fell asleep in the pico de gallo timber.” Jason joked as he inspected the weapons vault.

“What? Me?!? I was the only one who made any headway! I was just up late trying to track whoever was hacking us!” Tim defended.

“Well good news! You found ‘em! Let me know when they hack my library account seeing as the Big bad bat computer is being hacked by a couple teens.” Jason said dismissively as he took a flamethrower fuel canister.

Bruce was experiencing a new amalgamation of emotions. He was both incredibly embarrassed, incredibly amused and incredibly impressed.

How embarrassing that the bat computer was hacked! He put so much effort into the protection of his data!

But then again Clark must be beside himself trying to convince them he wasn’t in a cult and that was incredibly amusing. He even said all the things that people said when they were in denial about being in a cult!

This was absurd! The only way to describe this was absurd!

“Fools! All of you do not truly understand the gravitas of the situation! If they believe that we are indeed weapons dealers they may snoop further and compromise all of our secret identities!” Damian huffed his way into the view of his family.

“We’ll be alright Dami, Tim is reinforcing our defenses for the computer and we’re going to try and disengage for a while. If we keep on trying we might make it worse.” Dick ruffled through Damian’s hair despite many protests.

Damian tutted at this suggestion. They needed to approach the problem head on and quickly rectify the situation lest it spiral into a larger one. Perhaps if they suffered an accident.

“Damian! I know that face! That’s the face you make when you go off and try to rectify the situation by yourself!”

“That is not true Grayson! I was simply thinking about confiding in my companion about how tedious my science project is.”

“You promise you’re only going to engage in age appropriate activities like science homework and book reports?”

“I promise.”

"I'm choosing to believe you" Dick began to walk away before pulling another sour face. "...Sleazy?"

Damian checked his hidden blades one final time before encroaching upon this Daniel Fenton who had foolishly entered an alleyway. He deftly held a knife to the throat of his target.

"If you continue to snoop into my father's business I will not hesitate to cut you down!"

Damian was expecting to me met with fear and copious apologies. He was a fearsome and terrifying warrior after all.

"Are you trying to hold me at knifepoint on your tippy-toes?" The target said in the same tone that one would use with a kitten trying to jump a bit too high. They should be focused on the clear danger Damian was posing. Or at least the danger he was posing. Between the moment Damian looked at his feet and the moment he looked back up to find a very unperturbed Danny.

"Did your father put you up to this?" He asked.

"No! I acted of my own accord!"

"Well are there anymore ineffective threats you want to say?"

Damian was about to say something when his stomach audibly growled. Curses! He could not bring a meal in order to maintain secrecy from Alfred! Damian slowly looked up towards Danny's face. He has that look that Grayson gets before he does something annoying like ruffle his hair.

"Are you hungry?"

Damian did not dignify this question with an answer and began to storm off.

"I'm having some friends over, we can spare you a plate! My friend Sam chose the menu though so its vegan."

Damian stopped in his tracks.

"What is it that you are making?"

"Cauliflower gnocchi with cashew cream pesto."

"And this is taking place in Clark's home?"

"yep."

"Fine. But I will not be lenient with you because you've offered me a meal!"

Danny laughed and texted Sam

"Hey get another bundle of basil Im bringing a guest"

#estranged uncle au #dp x dc #Give clonk a moment to explain himself!#Damian Wayne thinks he is the best at solving issues quickly #Danny: We are having *fancy food you can eat*#Damian: ... fine. You may live a few more hours.#Also Alfred already knows what Damian is doing and where he is. He's just letting the punishment be him missing an Alfred-cooked lunch #Clark isn’t in a cult he swears!#tw cult mention #tw knife

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yetanothergreyjedi · 1 year

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Ghosts of Our Pasts

DP x DC crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne sibling AU

Parts 1 & 2. Part 4 Part 5

Part 3: Before

"You are not my brothers!" Their newest brother shouted. They were used to this by now. Once Damian had stopped actively trying to kill them for dominance or whatever, they'd taken to domesticating him like feral kitten. He was a lot more hiss than he was claw. And as long as they didn't push too far, he just got more comfortable with them. Except, of course, when they referred to him as family.

"Yes we are," Someone quipped back, and Damian's face grew stormy.

"You. Are. Not." Damian snarled. "I had a brother. You will not replace him!" They all froze with the revelation, and Damian took that time to throw down his Robin gear and storm out of the room.

He'd had a brother. The league had tucked away, not one, but two?!? And they had killed one, or gotten them killed or— it was no use to speculate, they didn't know what happened.

"I'll talk to him," Dick volunteered, before he started to spiral. No one responded, probably because they'd started a spiral of their own.

___

Damian wasn’t hiding. Well, from a civilian's perspective, he might be. He felt like hiding, but this was not an appropriate situation to hide from. Thus, he stayed in a place someone with League of Assassin training, and his b— his father’s other children would find completely obvious.

It was Grayson who found and silently sat down next to him. He didn't ask, and that was better because Damian didn't have to say anything, but it was worse because he needed to say something, and now he couldn’t hide behind a resistance to interrogation.

"He would've loved it here." Damian admitted.

Grayson leaned ever so slightly into him. "What was he like?"

___

Danyal laughed as he ran down the hall, enjoying the moment while he could before the inevitable he'll to pay. He'd been seen, but hadn't been caught, so his self imposed mission was successful.

It was a harmless prank, but an action suitably beneath an heir to the Demon. It should be enough. Damian wouldn't fail, but he feared he would; now, even if he drastically missed his mark he'd still have a reason for grandfather to keep him around.

If Dany had known he was setting the mark his brothers would be held to, he would've held back. He did now. He sprinted on the razors edge of acceptable performance and excellence. Hopefully, it would last long enough to put his plan into motion.

___

Damian told him about the older brother who loved the stars, played secret games, got into odd kinds of trouble, and was the best at everything. Dick got a sense of how young Damian must've been when he'd died. There was also something missing in the stories, but Dick didn't push. This was a rare bit of vulnerability, and he wasn’t going to risk it.

They missed patrol that night, and later shared those stories with the rest of their siblings. They morned the brother they'd never meet, and eventually Damian called them brothers too.

But one phrase from that night still haunted Dick;

"He would've gotten us here years ago... if it weren't for me..."

Dick never did ask, he wasn't sure he wanted to know the details.

___

Danyal layed there for an eternity. If he moved too soon, he'd risk Damian turning around, if he waited too long, he'd bleed out. Would Damian turn around? Would he apologize and help him up? Would he come back to finish him off? Had his brother intended a slow kill to make him suffer, or to let him escape? Maybe Damian hadn't accounted for the light armor beneath his clothes?

He waited a half an eternity longer, then forced himself to his feet. He managed a few steps before pain and dizziness toppled him again. Up. Step. Step. Down. Up. Step. Down. Crawling managed more distance, but left a more obvious trail. It wouldn’t get him out of here. He would die here. Unless...

___

Jazz wanted to be mad at the boy who was now her brother. Her parents had barely left the lab since he'd offered a glowing green vial in exchange for a home.

It was his fault they'd forgotten about her, but only this time. Last time is was the old woman convinced her husband was still in the house. The time before that it had been a beeping box that went off whenever it was pointed to close to an electrical line. It would only be proof until it wasn’t, and then she'd have her parents back until someone brought the next new toy. It was his fault this time. He stood in the living room in his borrowed clothes like furniture was a foreign concept. She sighed, grabbed a washcloth and ran it under warm water. It was hard to be mad at someone who'd shown up looking like they'd escaped a serial killer.

He didn't startle as she approached and she realized he'd been watching her. Well, no backing out now.

"Here," She held it out to him, "you have dried blood behind your ear."

"Oh," He ducked his head and started scrubbing. She waited for him to finish and showed him where to put the dirty laundry. She had a little brother now, and their parents had forgotten them both again.

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In this AU, Jazz is 13 when Danny arrives. She already thinks that psychology is interesting, but she only starts diving deep into it after Danny shows up.

If you guys have any comments or questions, I'd love to hear them. This was a one part thing until you asked questions and started thinking about the answers.

Tag list:

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Dears, I love you, but you really need to change your profile pic to anything that isn't the default because I thought you were bots. I legitimately almost blocked you on reflex because I'm getting so many right now.

@the-winds-of-kushala and @spectralstardustandphantomnights thank you both for your lovely title suggestions

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#danny phantom #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #stabbed au pt 3 #Danny Fenton #Batman #damian wayne #grey writes

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nerdpoe · 1 year

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To Fail and to Succeed, part 2

Part 1, AO3

been a bit, way too many people to keep track of for tagging, super tired.

~~~~~

Bruce didn’t know what to do.

He was pretty sure he’d just been…altered, somehow, and no matter how hard he pressed the boy’s pulsepoints he could not feel the steady thrum of a beating heart.

Not that it was easy to tell when the kid was sobbing green-tinged tears and clinging to Bruce, Samantha, and Tucker; who had peeled themselves away from the wall to coddle him.

Not that Bruce was above hugging a traumatized teen who clearly needed it, but at that particular moment he really needed to find said kid’s pulse.

So when the door to the basement slammed open, all Bruce could do was make an attempt to hide the kids behind him. It was an attempt that failed, instead all three teens clung harder and the sobbing rose in volume.

Tucker was beginning to hyperventilate.

Bruce glared at the doorway, which beheld a frozen Flash with an equally frozen Nightwing standing behind him.

Bruce subtly nodded his head towards the teens.

‘Help me,’ Bruce mouthed, letting the stress of the situation leak into his expression.

He felt his eyes grow…warmer?

That was concerning.

Was that how it felt for Jason when he-?

No. No, there would be time later for that mental breakdown. At the moment the only ones allowed to break down were the kids; Bruce needed to suck it up and deal with it until the kids were taken care of.

Then he would go home, hug his children, and let Dr. Thompkins run all the tests she needed to, and allow himself a moment or five to…to come to terms.

Great news, he could relate to Jason a bit more.

Bad news, he didn’t think either of them wanted it to be like this.

Nightwing moved first, although with Flash’s speed it didn’t make much of a difference.

Flash appeared at Tucker's side, gently detaching the boy and running him through breathing exercises.

Nightwing appeared at Bruce’s side, and no matter how hard he glared at his eldest the Bludhaven Hero made it a clear priority to take Bruce’s vitals first.

“Do you think you’re a danger to anyone right now?” Nightwing asked softly, worry written in his body by tense shoulders and a slightly-too-hard grasp on Bruce’s jacket.

Oh.

Right.

With everything happening as quick as it had, Bruce had forgotten.

Pit Madness.

He’d been so concerned about Daniel and his friends that he hadn’t even had time to be concerned about side effects.

He took a few deep breaths and allowed himself to take stock of his own mental state and emotions.

He was absolutely on the verge of his own panic attack. He’d had a flashback, earlier, so he would be prone to more for the next twenty-four to forty-eight hours or so. His mind was hyperfocusing on external stimuli so that he could not focus on the internal; typical response for himself.

No feelings of rage, no twisting of thoughts unique to the Pit, no desire for violence.

Bruce shook his head.

“No, Nightwing; I don’t think the portal impaired my mind.”

Nightwing’s shoulders dropped slightly, and his hand squeezed Bruce’s arm before he let go and walked around to Samantha.

That left Bruce with Daniel.

“Daniel-” “Danny.”

“Danny, does anywhere hurt? Are you still injured?”

Bright, glowing eyes stared at him, completely lost.

Bruce could relate.

“Danny, are you hurt,” Bruce asked again, giving the boy a little shake.

Pulse or no pulse, the boy was clearly alive. They had to make sure he would stay that way, no matter how strange his method of living was.

Danny seemed to snap out of his stupor and looked down at himself, flexing his fingers and toes.

“It…It still feels a little like I’m being shocked. Other than that, I’m just…really, really tired.”

The kids fingers were shaking, and it was only getting worse the more he thought about what had happened.

“But Mr. Wayne, my pulse, and I’m not breathing, I-”

“You are talking to me,” Bruce interrupted, grabbing Danny’s hands and trapping them between his own, “And I can feel your fingers shaking; you aren’t dead. Something has gone wrong, and you need a doctor, but you aren’t dead.”

Bruce would know.

He’d held dead children before.

Jason’s corpse and Damian’s corpse had felt nothing like Danny.

They hadn’t moved, or cried, or clung to him.

They’d just been still, wet with blood, growing stiffer by the second, and they’d never responded when he’d called their names.

So what if Danny didn’t have a pulse?

He had all other signs of life.

Nightwing’s hand landed on his shoulder and pressed down, anchoring him.

Damn.

He’d nearly gone into his head.

He needed to leave the situation, and he needed to take the kids-all of them, because Samantha and Tucker had just witnessed something no child ever should-and get them out of the basement.

“Mr. Wayne, the batjet is about eight minutes out. We should get everyone and board it when it gets here, we can take you to League-Approved medical personnel-” Danny’s head snapped towards the vigilante, glowing eyes ramping up to a white-hot so fierce the green wasn’t able to be clearly seen anymore.

“No! No, my neighbors! If they see-I can’t-my parents!”

Bruce scrambled to get the teen to calm down, but it was Tucker who succeeded.

“Dude, dude-use my hoodie!”

A large, orange monstrosity was yanked out of an almost-discarded backpack and shoved at Danny. It was ripped, the sleeves were frayed, and the green printed scales were faded.

Danny wasted no time yanking his hands out of Bruce’s and shoving the thing over his head.

“Just pull the hood up, and stay between me and Sam, and, and-we’ll keep you safe!”

Sam nodded fervently, even as her white-knuckled grip on Nightwings other arm never wavered.

Bruce caught on.

“Nightwing, can you have the batjet wait in the park? We’ll take my car.”

Nightwing nodded, removing his hand from Bruce’s shoulder.

Then, in order to keep Bruce’s involvement with the Justice League to a minimum, Bruce’s eldest son took over from there.

“Flash, I need you to go tell Danny’s parents that there’s been an accident, and that the energy readings set off the alarms at HQ. Let them know that the Justice League is handling all medical needs, assess them for…” Nightwing trailed off, motioning just slightly down at Danny.

Flash nodded, understanding the unsaid order.

Assess them for potential criminal conduct.

“What about Jazz?” Samantha asked, finally letting Nightwing go only to transfer her grip to Danny.

Flash tilted his head at Bruce, quietly asking.

“Danny’s sister, Jasmine Fenton. She’s in the library, safe.”

Flash’s head slightly turned towards Danny and back to Bruce.

Bruce gave a slight nod.

Assess her for signs of abuse.

He needed to make sure that the kids would be safe if they were returned to their mad-scientist parents.

“Alright kiddos, let’s get you into Mr. Wayne’s car,” Nightwing corralled the children, gently bullying them into standing up and herding them towards the door.

Bruce stood, and made the mistake of glancing over at the sink.

His reflection stared back at him from the mirror; molten green eyes glared at him from his own face, otherworldly and uncomfortably familiar.

Flash quietly leaned his shoulder against the older man, offering wordless support.

Bruce steadied himself, took a breath, and forced his hands to stop shaking.

Then, he followed.

~~~~~~

Dick was panicking.

He wasn’t letting it show, he couldn’t let it show, but he was.

Bruce, his father in all but law, was displaying the major warning signs of Pit Madness.

Jason was in the jet, and was prepared to assist in restraint if necessary, but the fact that they had to be prepared at all was sickening. The weight of the tranqs he’d shoved into his utility belt tugged at his awareness, forcing him to keep looking back at Bruce.

The only saving grace in the entire situation was that Bruce seemed to be completely in control of his actions.

There was no screaming, or uncontrolled bouts of rage, of any lashing out at all.

Just shock.

The only thing that really seemed to be happening was that Bruce was in no position to lead, not until he’d had time to rest and get treatment.

There would be no Batman swooping in to take charge.

But Dick could do this.

He was the oldest, and just like when Bruce had been lost to time, it was his responsibility to step up and fill the shoes left empty before him.

Nevermind that it had been a colossal failure, that it had driven Tim away and into the arms of Ra’s Al Ghul, that it had changed his relationship with Damian in a way that could never be reverted-

No.

He could do this.

He knew what not to do, so that meant he knew what he should do.

He wasn’t taking over the Batman mantle, he was just taking charge of a bad situation.

So he forced himself to appear as friendly and open as he could, forced himself to smile encouragingly at the teens as he held open the car door for them.

Forced himself to offer the support he wished he was getting to Bruce in the brief moment he placed his father in the passenger seat.

Forced himself to chatter about anything and everything as he drove the car to the park.

Forced himself to be the pillar of support the new meta teen needed as he introduced him to Dr. Thompkins, who they’d effectively kidnapped, much to her displeasure.

Forced himself to-

“Excuse me, Nightwing, could you show me where to change? I don’t know if my clothes are contaminated.”

Bruce’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and steered him to the cordoned off area they’d set up for…just in case Bruce did lose himself to Pit Madness.

It was private, and had a curtain around it.

None of them had wanted to actively see their Father shatter and try to break his own code.

Then, it was just them.

And one arm around his shoulders turned into two arms hugging him close.

Dick didn’t even realize his own arms were coming up and wrapping around Bruce too.

They stood there, Dick taking the comfort he needed and Bruce freely offering it.

“You’re doing so good, chum,” Bruce sighed quietly, stepping back but keeping his grip on Dick’s arms, “It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.”

Dick stared into the glowing green of his father’s eyes and tried to believe that.

~~~~~~

Jason was on edge.

The kids were making the pit scream.

Bruce was making the pit cower.

Dickface was on the verge of a panic attack, he could tell.

And he was going to be in so much shit with Dr. Thompkins when everything cleared up.

He’d been on his way back to Crime Alley when he’d gotten the frantic call from Dick that Bruce had been exposed to a Lazarus Pit, that his eyes were glowing in a way that only led to blood from what they knew, that there were kids involved-

So, he’d cut across three lanes of traffic, barged into Leslie’s clinic, hauled her out, and broken every speed limit in Gotham to be on the plane to help.

If anyone could restrain a Lazarus mad Bruce Wayne, it’d be him.

With the help of the Good Doctor’s sedatives, of course.

But Bruce wasn’t displaying any aggressiveness at all.

Which made the pit in Jason’s veins even weirder, because why was it acting scared?

It was just Bruce, dadding it up with Dick behind the curtain where he thought no one would be able to tell.

Yeah, his eyes were glowing. Yeah, they’d turned green. And, yeah, he had a white streak in his hair.

Jason was thinking the white was just the pit he’d taken a dip in getting rid of hair dye, though.

There was no way a man that stressed didn’t have white hair. The old man was totally dyeing it to look full black.

Jason shook his head and focused. He needed to pilot the plane to the Justice League HQ, the Earth one. They could take more extensive tests there, to make sure everything was alright.

He needed to stop hyperfixating on random shit and hyperfixate on what needed to be done.

His stupid brain and it’s stupid fucking trauma could wait.

He forgot to tell everyone to buckle up, though, and could feel Dr. Thompkins glare heating the back of his neck as he pushed the jet to its limit.

He ignored that like he ignored his own mental health.

By waiting until it fixated on something else.

And after a few seconds of more glaring, Dr. Thompkins did indeed turn back to the kid. Daniel or Danny or whatever.

They’d muted their side of the conversation to Bruce the absolute fucking second Dick had said he was compromised, but they’d kept it open on Bruce’s end to hear if he…if he did something he’d never forgive himself for.

Damian, Steph, and Tim had immediately been blocked from all outgoing communications from Bruce’s comm. No one wanted their youngest members to hear what could have been, had Bruce truly lost it.

Oh look, Jason was paying attention to the bad thoughts again.

He forced his thoughts to focus on the radar; their little trip wouldn’t do anyone any good if they clotheslined a passenger jet.

But he could still very much hear what was happening behind him.

Bruce was still whispering reassurances to Dick, and Dick was taking deep, measured breaths.

The goth girl was talking to herself, trying to talk herself down from her own panic attack.

The geeky boy, the one that he just knew would get on with Timberlina, was whispering his own words of encouragement to both the goth girl and the new Meta, bouncing between them as he deemed necessary.

And Dr. Thompkins-

“Okay, so given the lack of a pulse I think it’s safe to assume that a pressure cuff isn’t going to give us much by-way of results,” she said, and somehow managed to make the terrified teen giggle, “And given that you’re talking, moving, and definitely still pass the reflex test, I think it’s safe to assume that you are alive, somehow.”

Her tone was dry as fuck, but that seemed to be what the kid needed.

“So let’s try some things to see if we can find what healthy means for you.”

Thompkins was the best doctor, Jason swore. Cut right through the bullshit and got to the point.

This was probably going to be the kids' new normal.

So they had to find out what meant ‘healthy’ for him.

“Let’s see if you can make yourself breathe. Good. Does it feel natural?”

“Uh, no. It. It kind of hurts.”

“Okay, thank you for letting me know. I don’t suppose you can force your heart to kickstart itself?”

“I can…try?”

“Don’t push yourself. We’re trying to find what’s normal for you, not what you think should be normal.”

Silence.

Was that little shit really going to ignore-?

Then the plane was filled with a blindingly bright light, and it was only years of training that prevented Jason from accidentally nose-diving the plane.

Instead he threw it on autopilot and turned so fast he heard his neck pop.

Sitting there, looking startled as fuck, was prime Bruce Wayne Adoption Bait, and he looked very much alive.

The kid, with a shaking hand on his chest, only had eyes for Leslie.

“Oh,” he said, “I found my pulse.”

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #to fail and to succeed #phanfic

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coolcoolcoolbutwtf · 5 months

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Receptionist Danny working in the main Wayne lobby

First few days at the job site and Danny was already regretting getting this job.

Why?

Because this exact scenario had been repeated five times already just today. Not as persistent as THIS one though. God he is so tired of this bull. It got tiring after the third time now he's just tired and annoyed.

A bad combo considering Danny the "Town Menace Phantom" Fenton was beginning to lose the little patients he had left.

' just count down from ten like Jazz had taught me years ago'. Danny gave a sigh and kept repeating the mantra in his mind.

He has to stay strong he fought ghost for years! What is a few minutes worth of questions from a few eager journalist? He could handle Wes how could they be any worse?

Oh who was he kidding certainly not himself! Not after having suffered a day full of questions about shit he didn't know squat about.

This situation with this gender bent Wes was WORSE considering Danny couldn't just tell her to piss off. The others had just asked a few questions or had gotten turned down regarding questions. Not TO bad. He could handle it. He still kinda liked this job. Well, he likes the work benefits. It was the main reason he applied after all.

So give him some credit this was the sixth harpy "journalist" to come sniffing around after having gotten wind of a new employee in the main office. Though their sources must be bad. He was just a receptionist! Not the new head of the financing department or Bruce Wayne's new secretary, leave him alone!

He doesn't know what the company boss does??? Why ask him? How would lil' old receptionist Danny Fenton know!

Has he not suffered enough?? His suffering with this specific harpy had been going on for the past twenty five minutes.

"So, where does Bruce Wayne leave for during his meetings? A new woman? Man? Trouble in the family?"

Vicky Vale as she had introduced herself before had officially made Danny hear his last strained thread of patients fraying. He could only take so much before the menace in him gott done with this nonsense. Time for Ms Vale to go away, fuck off and not come back. Danny menace mode ON now.

Smiling the most customer service™ smile he could manage Danny responded in the flattest tone he was capable of.

"Well to fuck your mom of course, Ms Vale."

And of course at just the moment the older receptionist Ms Linda Smith that had been in charge of showing Danny the territory before retirement finally came back. With two coffee cups in her hands. She had taken off on her break the moment she spotted Ms Vale walking towards the front desk. She promised to grab him a coffee on her way back. Truly abandoning him to the wolves. Or wolf. She had bribed him and Danny hadn't even known what kind of suffering awaited him. Ms Linda had started speaking.

"Okay Danny no we don't---

Danny didn't know exactly what was up with the big boss and his family. Something was definitely up but he didn't think it was bad.

"And your dad, because we here at Wayne enterprises support the LBGTQIA community. Thank you and leave.

((((((((((((End )))))))))))) :)

Thank you for reading! I might do some more for this idea again. This is basically just the idea by @some-rotten-nest link below. I've had a similar idea about Danny being an evil assistant before. Not a receptionist though. It was fun writing this I keep thinking about all the interesting scenarios that could play out in this (Au?) Idea. Also I just wanted to test the waters. I've never written anything and actually posted it before. I hope this was okay. Um bye and have a good day oh am I kidding have a good night!

This idea is based on this https://www.tumblr.com/some-rotten-nest/725017913035276288/danny-fenton-a-new-receptionist-at-wayne by the amazing @some-rotten-nest ! I was just so inspired by it, all of my creative instincts were just itching to make something for this<3

>:D

#danny phantom #batman #writing #fanfic?#not my idea

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Black cat au stuff 4

1. Black cat introduces himself by saying, "I'm Black Cat, but you'll soon know me as the one that got away!"

2. Joker did something to anger Danny so he decided to humiliate the clown. How you may ask? Pies. Lots and lots of pies. Hes invisible when he does it so no one actually knows its him doing it but the Joker hasn't been able to get through one monolog or do even a single dramatic entrance since all this began.

Jason is loving it.

3. Danny started visiting Arkam as Black Cat and casually chatting and befriending the people he liked. I say "visiting" but no one is really sure how he keeps getting in or out, and he doesn't obey the visiting hours policy, but he brings snacks and keeps the patients calm. It's almost like he has a comforting aura about him. Strange.

4. Danny knows Red Robin is amazing with computers but so is he. He essentially used a combo of ghost magic and coding to make a sort of digital boobie trap against anyone who tried to get into his devices/obtain his information.

Danny isn't sure how Red Robin and Oracle had done it, but they managed to set off the trap not only on thier own devices but onto every device in Gotham which was hilarious because it left Danny laugh-crying on the floor of his flower shop as the entire city of Gotham got Rick Rolled. They even got the radio towers! How???!

The scene repeated a few days later and Dannys actually impressed that they made it worse somehow as the new song he selected (The english/Metal cover of Caramelldansen) blasted now in Gotham, the Titans Tower, the Watchtower, and Mt. Justice for three whole hours before they managed to turn it off.

5. Danny loves giving the Batfam gummy worms to snack on. He even found a nice vegan brand for Damian since he's vegetarian.

6. Danny buys these dumb realistic fangs and shows them off to Nightwing and Robin saying, "Careful, I bite!"

Nightwing laughs while Robin turns an interesting shade of red. Unfortunately for him, Alley Cat noticed and upon seeing the smirk on her face he knew that she knew.

Alley proceeds to flop between taking delight in placing Robin and Black Cat in awkward crush situations and being a wingwoman.

Catwoman watches all of it through Alley and Black's cameras like a prime soap opera.

7. Might be related to 6 but Damian/Robin keeps finding new and perfectly excusable ways to hold Danny/Black Cat. Like, start up bridal style. At some point Danny got so used to Robin and Damian picking him up and will just chill in thier arms until it becomes awkward or bird boy is forced to put him down.

8. The cats are always careful to avoid anyone with a sensitivity to the supernatural after this one psychic lady started screaming in terror when she saw/sensed him.

Imagine his and Zatannas mutual horror upon meeting! Danny just blurts out he's cursed as a cover up for being a super powerful undead eldrich creature

Robin: What?!

The batfam: What?!

Zatanna: *internally screaming cause what could possibly leave a curse like that*

Danny: ...oh ancients, what have I done.

9. Dani falls in love with this show called Moster High cause the characters are "like her" and Danny is just happy she has role models until she forces him to watch it and now they sing the intro song together often. Danny is a good big brother.

10. Cass just starts randomly referring to Kitty as her brother-in-law and everyone in the Justice Leage is confused- especially when they're told its the baby of the family whos engaged.

Kitty is brought to The Watchtower for whatever reason you can come up with and Cass explains they have a prank going on where they convinced the Justice Leage that he and Robin were engaged and asked him to play along.

Kitty, being a little chaos gremlin, agreed and playfully flirted with Damian all day. It was the goodbye kiss at the end that made Robin decide he owed Cass big time.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #black cat au #danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #batman #damian wayne #robin #danny fenton x damian wayne #danny phantom x robin

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halfagone · 7 months

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So as a continuation of my last prompt, maybe one of or a few of the batboys try to talk to Danny and they somehow make the situation worse? The Batfamily always has been a bit nosy, and they aren’t exactly sure to people saying no, so I could see them screwing things up even more depending on the circumstances…

(In reference to this post.)

To be honest, any single Batboy could make the situation worse, just in different ways.

Dick might be too insistent like Bruce in trying to learn more and grow closer to Danny, which would further push Danny to isolate himself or keep them at arm's length.

Jason would probably say something bad about Bruce in an attempt to find common ground only for it to make Danny double down that he's right to be so cautious and that it's better to stay away.

Tim would probably poke and prod at his family issues, since he had a similar family situation but obviously Tim chose to go with Bruce, and the mirroring or similar family dynamics might turn Danny off and away.

Damian of course would be incensed that there's another blood son, one older than him at that, and would probably just reaffirm to Danny that he has no place in the family no matter how much they might say they want to know him better.

At the end of the day, Danny's drawn his foot in the sand and refuses to budge. They might try to be nice and include him, but he made up his mind and no matter how reasonable they are, he's not likely going to change his mind.

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poke-me-with-a-stick · 1 year

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Chapter 12 of 'Artificial Wingman'!

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Later that night, Danny found himself wide awake. Not for the same reason as the night before, though. He lay there, in the guest room’s bed, staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression. His core buzzed in his chest, the events of the Astronomy Museum played on loop in his head. Its vibrations were making it difficult for the teen to fall asleep.

He had to admit, even though he felt exhausted from not sleeping the night before, along with all the excitement from today, it was pretty nice to have his core purring so contently. Definitely better than the way it ached the night before, while his mind was plagued by all the ways things could go wrong with the potion. All the ways something could go wrong when Robin drank the potion.

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The teen’s core died down at the reminder of what would happen tomorrow. As relieved as he would be, knowing that Robin would be freed from the love potion’s effects, he knew how easy it would be for something to go wrong. He could have made the potion incorrectly, or Robin could have some sort of reaction to it. Or it could not work at all! (It should have been telling that that last one didn’t make his chest ache the way the other worries did.)

Of course, he could just be worrying about nothing, and everything would work out perfectly tomorrow. Then everything could go back to normal. He would be lying if he said he wouldn’t miss Robin, though. Part of him didn’t want to go, wanted to keep hanging out with the teen. This week has been the most fun he has had in a long time. More fun than anything had been since the Accident.

Sighing, Danny rolled onto his side, his eyes tracing the chipped paint. As much as he wanted to stay a bit longer, he knew he couldn’t. For starters, despite what Robin and his own insecurities claimed, Danny was sure that the potion would work. And he had no idea if Robin would feel the same way he does now about Danny. Would the teen want him to stay, after the love potion was no longer affecting him? Would he hate him for putting him in that situation, thinking him irresponsible and reckless for the childish way he used such a dangerous potion?

Second, both boys were vigilantes. They had things to do, people to protect. Goofing off for a week hadn’t been the most responsible thing to do. And that was ignoring the fact that they came from two different dimensions. At least here, there were more heroes to rely on. There were other vigilanties that could cover for Robin, until he came back. In Danny’s dimension, the only line of defense was a group of teenagers with little to no official training and a lot of first hand experience, and a teen vigilante that held a grudge against the beings she fought. Specifically against him. Not the most comforting thought. Just thinking about it had his core squirming in discomfort, itching to check in on them and make sure nothing had happened. He longed for his haunt, but his core also yearned to stay here, even for just a little longer.

Another thing that had him wanting to get home as soon as possible, was the fact that his parents were due home very soon. If they weren’t already home. He really didn’t want to explain to them what he had been doing. Not that he thought anything particularly bad would happen if he told them the truth (A lie). They would just give him a hypocritical lecture on how using the gadgets irresponsibly was dangerous and not allowed, and they would probably demand to see the book he had been using on this ‘adventure’. What had him worried was whether or not they would give it back to him. Or worse, if they tried to recreate anything from the book. His parents were dangerous enough, the world did not need to add the power of magic to his parent’s volatile inventions. Or a spell that would summon some sort of spirit. Or some sort of binding spell, one that would leave a ghost defenseless and helpless.

Shivering at the thought, he tossed onto his other side with a grunt, wiggling to try and get comfortable. Closing his eyes, he prayed for his mind to quiet down and let him sleep. Exhaustion tugged at him, but his thoughts stubbornly refused to be silenced. Nothing he could do would keep them hushed, not that he had much energy to do that anyways. Reason after reason flooded his mind, reasons to get home as quickly as possible. Reasons to stay for as long as he could. With each new thought, his good mood from the day plummeted further.

The halfa managed a few hours of restless sleep, waking up every now and then in a new, awkward position with the sheets tangled around him uncomfortably. He was pretty relieved when the sun began to shine through the blinds, lighting up the room with beams dimmed by the city smog. Seeing no reason to stay in bed and struggle with sleep, he pushed himself to his feet, shaking the covers free of his body and grabbing the spare pair of clothes Robin let him borrow as he headed towards the bathroom.

He turned the knobs for the shower until it ran with icy cold water, a sigh escaping him as he quickly stepped under the cool spray. The water felt so good on his back, wetting his hair and acting almost like a balm for his sore, dry eyes.

This had become a habit, taking showers at their coldest setting, since his ice-core had fully formed. Warm water had made him feel feverish, almost like he was melting any time he took a steamy shower. And definitely not in a good way. The warm water would feel like pinpricks anywhere it touched, his skin turning a painful red if he stayed under it for more than a few minutes. When he had tried to stick it out, his core took matters into its own hands and iced the bathroom over completely, the water freezing in an almost deadly arch. After the third time it happened, he had decided that something needed to change.

He had tried colder showers, cool but not icy, and found that it felt much better. Eventually he stopped adding warm water to the mix altogether, and that had been one of his best ideas to date.

Jazz had been horrified when she found out, after he had accidentally dripped water all over her one night. He had been way too tired to dry off properly, and had just left his hair to air dry after a-once over with a towel.

A smile crept onto his face as he washed his hair, remembering the way she had tried desperately to get him back to the bathroom for a warmer shower. His sister had been so worried that he would catch a cold, taking frigid showers like that.

She had calmed down a bit when he had explained to her what warm water did to him now, and after getting him to promise to let her dry his hair that night, she didn't bring it up again. Though he did find warm drinks in his room after he got out from then on. Surprisingly, warm coco was something his ice core seemed to relish, despite its apparent intolerance for other warm things.

Danny stayed in the shower for a good half hour, only cutting the water off and stepping out when he noticed his fingers resembling raisins more than skin. Drying off was a pretty fast ordeal, and not even forty minutes after he had entered the bathroom, he was walking out. Clean, refreshed, and dressed in the ridiculously comfy clothes that Robin had given him to use. He briefly wondered if he would be able to keep them, as he knew that he wouldn't find anything this nice back in Amity. Surely the teen wouldn't miss a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve, right?

Walking into the kitchen, the halfa was surprised to find it empty. From what he had seen, Robin was quite the early riser, getting up with the sun, or even before the sun, most days. Beating Robin to the kitchen, well after the sun had risen, made his core churr worriedly. 'He must have been up pretty late.' Thsr had to be it, right? He hoped that was the reason Robin was sleeping in.

Resolving to ask the teen later, Danny turned his attention back to his next task. Breakfast. Looking through the cabinets brought hum across a large variety of things, canned and dried foods mostly. Shuffling some boxes around and reading their labels, Danny finally pulled one free with a pleased chirp. Acting his feet back on the ground, he looked over his prize.

On the front of the box was a blue and black dressed vigilante drawn in a cartoonish style, leaning against a spoon with a smile. The spoon dipped into a large bowl of black and blue 'puffs', clearly themed after the vigilante, turning the milk a blueish purple color.

"Nightwing Blueberry Bursts?" Danny read off the brand, remembering the Nightwing was one of the vigilanties that Robin had told him about. 'He must have been pretty popular,' Danny mused. Popular enough to get his own cereal. "Good for him, I guess." The teen murmured, pouring himself a bowl. He pretended not to be a bit jealous as he took a seat at the table. So what if this Nightwing dude had his own cereal? It's not like he wanted one, nope. What would his own cereal even taste like? Ectoplasm bites?

He took a bite of the sugary food with thoughts of glowing green cheerios floating through his mind. His bowl was emptied and washed within minutes, the blueberry flavored cereal put back into the cabinet where he had found. He had to admit, he kind of wished that he had had the oatmeal that Robin had made him the other day. That would have been better, but the cereal hadn't been that bad.

Breakfast finished, the teen looked around for something to do. Preferably something quiet. He might be worried about the vigilante sleeping in the other room, but if he needed the sleep then Danny didn't want to wake him up.

Eventually, he settled on reorganizing his bag. Since being kidnapped by a lovestruck vigilante, he had acquired a lot of extra stuff. Stuff that, at the moment, was just shoved carelessly into his bag.

Sitting down in the living room, he turned his bag upside down. All of his stuff fell out, piling on the cushion beside him. At the top of the pile, the trinkets and stuffed toys, mostly ghost themed, from his and Robin's trip to the arcade. A small smile crept onto his face as he moved the memorables to the side. Under them was Robin's vigilante suit and mask.

If Danny was being completely honest, he had forgotten that he had shoved the suite in his bag. 'I should probably return thes,' he thought, pinching the thick fabric between his fingers. For now though, he neatly folded the kevlar-lined suit and put it to the side, setting his domino mask on top of it before turning back to what was left of the pile.

A few granola bars, a half-empty bottle of water, and his spellbook sat at the bottom of the pile. He grabbed the spellbook first, not paying much mind to the snack bars that fell off of it. His smile faded as he traced the starry pattern on the edges. 'You've caused a lot of chaos,' he couldn't help but think, the tingle of magic making his fingertips feel odd. Abruptly, he shoved the book back into his bag, the snacks he had left following soon after. The trinkets and stuffed toys followed, hiding the spellbook completely from view. Zipping the main pocket closed, he opened a smaller pocket, carefully tucking Robin's suit in for safe keeping.

Settling the bag's strap over his shoulder, the teen sighs. He had hoped that Robin would be up by now, the time nearing lunch now. For a moment, he contemplated checking on the teen, but he quickly discarded the idea. He would know if something were wrong, wouldn't he? He was sure that Robin was alright, he hadn't heard anything besides the teens even breathing and soft snores. This didn't really help to calm his core, so he promised himself that he would check on the teen if he wasn't up within the hour.

That settled, he really didn't have much else to do while he waited. Moving back to the kitchen, he set his bag down on the table, giving the room another once-over. Dishes were done, and he had put all the boxed food back where he had found it. Nothing was out of place. 'Hmm…'

Slowly, the halfa's eyes fell upon the jar. His core twinged oddly at the sight of it, the reason for his own discomfort unknown to him. Maybe it was because the glass signified the potential end of a friendship? 'That… that sounds about right.' He admitted to himself. He really didn't want to mess with it, not until Robin was up. But he couldn't really think of anything else to do for the time being.

Sighing, he grabbed the jar and moved it to the table, setting it down gingerly beside his bag, being careful not to disturb the tea towel wrapped around it. Setting himself down in one of the kitchen chairs, he let his head rest on the table, staring down the jar with his hands tucked neatly under his chin.

Danny let his mind drift as he traced over the floral pattern of the towel with his eyes. Part of him was kind of worried that he had messed something up with the potion. The spellbook had said that it would glow when finished, but no light broke through the thin fabric surrounding it. So it left him wondering, worrying, that he had done something wrong. Did he add too much of something, or too little of another? Was the recipe affected by sunlight? Did he make a mistake putting it in the window for the three days set time? Should he have left it on the table or the counter instead? Should he check?

He really, really wanted to check. His hands itched to unwrap the towel, to make sure that it looked right. But he also wanted to wait for Robin. It felt wrong to do the big reveal without the person who had helped make it, the one who had kept him company through the whole process. Somehow, leaving him out of the last step seemed really unfair.

Thankfully, he didn't have to suffer through a long wait for the other teen. As if summoned by Danny's thoughts, Robin appeared in the doorway, his clothes rumpled and his sunglasses slightly crooked. Danny lifted his head off the table, a smile curving his lips. "Good morning," he greets the teen, his worried thoughts fading like a morning mist.

Robin smiled right back at him, an action that made Danny's core flutter in a way he couldn't(wouldn't) identify.

"Have you checked the antidote?" He asked before Danny could really ponder his odd reaction. Danny reflexively glanced at the still-covered jar before turning his attention to the teen again.

Danny shakes his head. 'No, I haven't. I was waiting for you." He watches as Robin makes his own breakfast, getting a hum of acknowledgment in response. After a minute, he continued. "How did you sleep?"

Robin was quiet for a moment, taking a bite from his breakfast before speaking. "I slept adequately enough." They fell back into a semi-comfortable silence as Robin finished his food and washed his dishes. Finally, setting them aside to dry, Robin walks back to his seat across from Danny. With a sigh, Robin gestured to the jar. 'There is no reason to delay anymore."

"Oh, yeah. We should probably go ahead and get this over with, huh?" Danny didn't wait for the teen to respond, reaching for the jar. Pulling it towards himself, Danny found himself hesitant. Exhaling an unnecessarily loud breath through his nose, he roughly tugged the towel free.

Almost immediately both boys were blinded, the jar producing a bright white light. The light didn't last long, dying down rather quickly to a golden glow that coated the room in a warm light, leaving both boys to blink the black spots from their eyes. When they could see again, they observed the jar, a somber air about them both. When the silence stretched too far to be comfortable, Danny cleared his throat, drawing Robin from his thoughts.

"Why don't we go out somewhere?" Danny wasn't sure where the thought came from, but it was out of his mouth before his brain could truly process it.

Robin was quiet for a moment, mulling over his words. Finally, he nodded. "Alright. Where shall we go?"

He thought it over for a minute. The mall would be too crowded for something like this, as would the rest of the places that Robin had taken him to. Maybe… "How about the park? The one where we met?" He suggested.

Robin nodded again, pulling the jar out of Danny's hands and sliding it carefully into his messenger bag. Closing it back, he slung the strap over his shoulders and held his hand out for Danny to take.

"I can carry my stuff, you know." Danny pointed out, but still accepted the hand nonetheless.

"I know." Robin smiled, leading him out the front door. He makes no move to give it back as they traverse the alleyways, instead squeezing Danny's hand lightly.

Both teens fall silent as they walk, and Danny can't help but think that Robin seems a bit stressed. Definitely more stressed than he had previously been leading Danny to be. If not for the fact that they had been hanging out for almost a week now, Danny probably wouldn't have been able to tell. But all the signs were there. His tense shoulders and stiff, almost formal walk were a bit obvious, when you looked. Despite all of this, his grip was still gentle, squeezing slightly as if to make sure that Danny was still there. The thoughtful care made the teen's core hum pleasantly in his chest.

Danny was pulled from his observations when he, quite literally, ran into Robin. The teen had come to a stop, his head tilted towards the ground. Danny looked around, growing a bit confused when he spotted the entrance to the park barely a block down the street. Turning back to Robin, he tilts his head slightly. "What's up?" He asks the teen.

Robin tugged his hand, pulling Danny closer, yet still leaving a respectable distance between them. He remains silent though, a scowl forming on his face as he debates something in his head. Danny stayed quiet, letting the teen think.

After a few minutes, the teen finally opened his mouth. "I-" Whatever he was going tobsay was abruptly cut off as a scream tore through the air, causing both boys to immediately drop into defensive stances. It was so sudden, one moment they were standing on the sidewalk of an almost empty street, and the next they were amidst a sea of frightened, panicked civilians. Screams and shouts drowned out all rational thought.

Robin tried to keep Danny close to him as bodies jostled and pushed at them from all sides, but the crowd proved too much for his grip. Danny can briefly hear Robin shout his name as the crowd pushes them apart.

The halfa could do nothing as he was pushed and shoved towards the back of the crowd. Sure, he could take a chance using his ghost powers, but he was literally surrounded by people right now. Changing into his ghost form was very obvious, and using his powers in human form would be equally so. Having a secret identity made it hard in situations like this. He would just have to wait until he could find a nice, private place to transform and go after Robin.

Stumbling, Danny finally broke free from the crowd, slowing to a jog as he looked around for any sort of danger. There had to be a threat, to cause so many people to run like that, right? But, as he looked around, he couldn't find anything particularly life-threatening.

It was only as he was passing by an alleyway that he saw anything odd. A suspicious shadow darted behind a dumpster, just barely catching his attention. 'Maybe it was a cat,' he tried to dismiss, but his core buzzed uncomfortably, and he found himself tensing, his hackles rising with the hair on the back of his neck as he went to investigate. Breathing deeply, he started to make his way cautiously into the alley.

Danny had almost reached the back of the alley, a dead end made of grime-covered brick with rotting cardboard propped against it, when something tried to attack him. His instincts kicked in, his body curling as he ducked a swing and rolled, shoes spinning as he crouched, turning to view his attacker.

His attacker was a big burly man, not nearly the size of his dad, but not far off. The man donned a baggy black shirt with a worn and stained blue vest over it. But it was the clown mask he wore that was the most eye-catching.

Danny groans silently to himself. Robin hadn't talked much about the rogues in his city, but hadn't there been one that sorta came up at their first trip to the BatBurger? What was their moniker, The Jester or something? Batburger has some sort of fries named after them, the teen was pretty sure. He was kind of hoping that he wouldn't have to encounter any of the bad guys in this city, but his luck was really kicking in right now wasn't it? 'It just had to be a clown.' Danny really, really hated clowns.

Danny was pulled from his thoughts by movement. The clown-masked moron lunged at him, his knuckles glinting with an oddly reflective… something on them. Danny deftly avoided the man, diving to the side and sticking his leg out to trip him as the teen scrambled to his feet. He managed to beat the man up, planting a foot between the man's shoulder blades to keep him down.

Moving quickly, Danny brought his fist down hard on the man's temple knocking him out cold. At least, he thinks the dude's unconscious. Knowing his crazy strength and notoriously bad luck, the dude is concussed at the least, and not among the living at the worst. Thankfully Danny had great hearing as well, he would have spiraled into an anxiety attack if he couldn't hear the man's heartbeat. 'He'll be fine. Probably.' He fought back a wince as he eyed the purple bruise forming on his temple.

Nudging the man one more time, just to be safe, the teen finally turned and walked back out of the alleyway. Normally he would feel bad about leaving someone like that, but one glance at the obviously deadly set of spiked brass knuckles knuckles made any guilty feelings disappear.

He was so distracted by the guy that he didn't register the fog-like cloud creeping towards him right away. When he did notice the tendrils rolling over the ground. The smart thing would be to try to avoid the potential murder cloud, because he had no idea what it was, or how it would affect his half-ghost biology. But he was stuck between the fog and a dead end. There wasn't much of a choice here. So, stopping his breath and eyeing the fog-smoke-whatever with a healthy dose of suspicion, he stepped back onto the street.

The first thing that he noticed was how quiet it was. The fog filled the street, covering abandoned cars and pushing stray trash as it seemed to wander in all directions. The fact that the area was empty was a bit unnerving considering how full it had been just moments ago.

Seeing as the road was completely empty, he saw no reason to keep to the sidewalk. Not his smartest idea, but he wasn't the smartest person.

Starting off in the direction he had last seen the people headed towards, Danny looked around at the lifeless block. It was eerie, how fast a place could be deserted. The fog didn't help with the visuals.

Honestly, Danny wasn't sure what happened next. Just like before with the crowd, something happened out of nowhere. One moment he was jogging down the empty road and the next he was airborne, something hit hard from behind and sent him flying a yard down the street. Instinctively, he sucked in a deep breath, unintentionally inhaling the fog.

At first nothing happened. Brakes screeched from where he had been just a few seconds prior, but no one got out of the white van. Confused, Danny pulled himself up, groaning at the ache in his side from slamming into a brick wall. Almost as soon as he was upright, a wave of dizziness overcame him. Carefully, he propped himself on the wall he had hit, his mind fogging over. It was getting difficult to focus, a cotton-like feeling filling his head as the world spun in front of his eyes.

By the time the people in the vehicle finally got out, all Danny could really do was blink. His body felt lax, like he had swallowed a really good pain reliever. He didn't react as he was approached, or when he was grabbed roughly under his arms. Not even when his wrists were bound. It was like he was in his own little world, random thoughts bouncing around his head as he let his eyes roam the clown-masked faces of his kidnappers.

Vaguely, he registered words, catching short sentences. Not a lot, and definitely not enough to put together a coherent story as to what they were talking about. -"not affected by the toxin-" was that what that fog was? -"he's just a scrawny teen-" they weren't talking about him right? Jazz had assured him he was more filled out! -"maybe a meta?-" what in the world was a meta? Had Robin told him about them? He couldn't remember if he had. "-has the hair and eyes, could be a Wayne kid-" Wayne kid? What was that supposed to mean? "-boss will want to know, maybe something interesting to him-"

The teen was so lost as to what was going on around him, but he couldn't really find it in himself to care. He was sure these people couldn't hurt him, not really. So he let the darkness that lingered at the edges of his vision spread, one last thought passing through his mind as he faded out.

'Hope Robin won't be too mad about this.'

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hannahmanderr · 6 months

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Valerie and Danny, 50, for the kisses? (“last dying breath” can have any interpretation - go ham!)

~ 50. kisses with their last dying breath

(i did indeed use an Interpretation of this prompt. tagging @duchi-nesten for what will be obvious reasons) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ There were too many of them.

Danny managed to fire off an ectoblast. It struck an enemy, evaporating it into bits and pieces, but where one was destroyed, there were a dozen more to take its place. They swarmed forward, clearly eager to avenge their fallen kin.

He was oddly reminded of the thrall army he'd faced at Pariah's Keep. Of course, that army had been far worse than this one, but he'd had the advantage of a tricked out mech and his own ragtag army of ghosts from his rogue gallery. Here, he had nothing more than his own core, which was quickly beginning to give out, and...

"Valerie!" He scrambled to his feet, just barely escaping a swipe of razor sharp claws. She could handle herself fine, of course, but if she was facing an attack like this one...

If anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself.

The distinct metal shink! of a sword reached his ears. He resisted the urge to swear. Of course she'd be forced to rely on her sword. They'd long since discovered her suit was nothing more than a fancy paperweight here. Sure, it wasn't just any average sword - he'd given it to her himself, after all - but one sword against a mob this size...

Clumsily, he sidestepped another enemy lunging at him. He would've preferred to just rid himself of it entirely, but with his core running so dangerously low, he'd be lucky to pull off a few sparks. Instead, he channeled what remaining energy he could at willing himself intangible and making a mad dash through the horde towards the sounds of the sword and struggle.

It wasn't easy. By the time he reached her, his core was shuddering violently, and he found himself shaking. He collapsed behind her, pressed up against a rocky ledge. "How're you holding up?" he wheezed.

Valerie grunted as she swung her sword down and into another enemy. It succumbed instantly. "I've been better." Her voice was tight - the same voice she got when facing down the likes of the Fright Knight or the Ghost King. "You?"

He looked up. Without her helmet on, her hair flowed loose and free behind her. The fire in her eyes shone brighter than ever. Though her face was contorted into one of exertion and pain, there was a beauty to it, one he found to be unmatched by any being in this world or any. She moved with a finesse and grace he could only hope to match, striking down her foes with deadly accuracy.

It was no wonder Danny found himself speechless. God, I love this girl.

Except she would most definitely give him an earful if he said that out loud in the middle of a situation like this. Instead, he swallowed it down and used the ledge to help him stagger up. "I don't think we're gonna make it," he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking too much.

Because wasn't that a horrifying thought?

Valerie seemed to think so too, if the way she whirled on him with an expression of horror told him anything. "Wh- no! Don't talk like that! We'll be fine!"

"What's the point in kidding ourselves?" He didn't mean to sound so frustrated, but in a situation like this, he couldn't help himself.

She shot him a glare before focusing back on the throng quickly advancing on them. "I don't know who you think I am, but I don't give up without a fight!"

"I don't either! But if all that's gonna happen is that we're gonna die either way..."

She faltered and glanced back at him. "We're not - I'm..."

Danny didn't see the attack until it was too late. He tried to warn her, tried to throw himself in front of it, but it was too fast. With a sharp cry of pain, Valerie was thrown back into him, and they fell to the ground.

He scrambled to sit up. She sat there, in his lap, hissing in pain as she examined the damage to her side. His stomach churned at the sight, even more so when she began to reach blindly for her fallen sword.

He caught her hand. "Please, Val..." he whispered. "I don't want to spend our last moments like this."

"Y-you're being overdramatic," she whispered right back, but the sheen of tears threatening to fall from her eyes betrayed her.

Carefully, he twisted his hand so his fingers interlocked with hers. "I'm scared." It was a confession he hadn't been expecting to make. "I'm... it's gonna hurt."

The mob was upon them now. She leaned into him, and he hoped it was more out of a desire to be closer to him than an effort to keep away from the threat. Their eyes locked together.

If it had been a movie, she would've given him an inspiring speech, with an orchestra swelling behind her voice and dramatic lighting highlighting the two of them and everything. She would've confessed her undying love right then and there, and it would've been the key to unlocking some latent power within him to eradicate the whole army at once and fly them to safety.

But it wasn't a movie. There would be no eleventh hour miracle.

And so instead, as the mob launched into their final attack, she took his face in her hands and brought his lips to hers. He responded just as fiercely, using the last dredges of his energy to pour every ounce of love he could into the kiss.

The attack hit, and the world went black. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The next thing Danny felt was his head slamming into a wall.

"Gah!" He crumpled to the floor, rolling and groaning as he gripped the back of his skull. "Uggghhhh, I think I broke it. I told you it was gonna hurt."

Valerie snorted. He cracked open an eye to see her sitting at her desk. A familiar, pixelated "GAME OVER" screen flashed behind her as she grinned down at him with crossed arms. "You only have yourself to blame," she said with a cheek that could only be rivaled by him. "I told you you'd regret overshadowing the game, but noooo. You just had to get the 'authentic Minecraft experience'."

"Exactly! There's no better way to get an authentic experience than by doing it first hand!" He rolled himself to sit up. The same "GAME OVER" screen taunted him from his laptop. "So really, I still win."

Even if he forgot just how violently games liked to throw him out when he died in-game. But he would never admit that out loud.

Valerie hummed. She spun back around and clicked to respawn. "Maybe you really did hit your head too hard. I wouldn't exactly call getting owned by a mob of Creepers 'winning'."

"Look, how was I supposed to know they'd spawn all over like that?" He stood up and stretched like a cat before walking over to her. With a grin of his own, he propped his arms on the back of her chair and leaned down to rest his chin on her shoulder. "Besides, getting you to kiss me like that? In Minecraft? That was a win all its own."

He didn't need to see her face to know she rolled her eyes. "I only did it because I knew you'd come back and get all melodramatic if I didn't. And it doesn't count as me kissing you if it was my avatar kissing you."

He laughed and turned to plant a kiss on her cheek. "Yeah, keep telling yourself that, Red." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ Send me a ship and a number from this ask game and I'll write a drabble or draw a sketch!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #gray ghost #hannah writes #ask game #ask hannah #minecraft #bibliophilea #SORRY NOT SORRY #i saw dying breath #i saw any interpretation #i took advantage of it hehe #cue endless jokes where danny calls valerie his minecraft gf #thanks for the ask!!

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Even with-it being day the sun was not shining in Gotham. It was cloudy and dark, yet it didn’t feel like it was going to rain. It was just a looming darkness. Sam would go nuts here. No sun hat needed. It wasn’t even that crowded where he was.

The less people who saw him the better. Avoid a trail for as long as possible. With no bats or birds to guide he elected to just wander around. Danny couldn’t stay out in the open for too long. Making sure his sleeves were hiding his wrist he focused on his breathing then walking. Slow and steady to ensure nothing moved around.

For now, he needed to figure out where he was and form a plan. Dealing with clockworks riddle seemed like his best bet. A bookstore or library would be his goal for now. Library preferable as those were free. So, the search went on.

Finding a library was easier said than done. Sticking to the alleys and non-crowded areas didn’t help. On top of it being an unknown city he was injured. A step wrong or a bend/trip and pain just went through him. After what felt like hours a library came into view. Gotham City Public Library stood before him. It was huge, someone had to have gotten lost in it before. It seemed recently renovated compared to the rest of the area. Which was run down. Hopefully they had free computer access so he could do some research. Physical maps and books would work just take a lot longer and involve more movement.

Danny being himself just walked straight up the stairs and into the building not paying attention to his surroundings. He was off to find a computer, no need to talk to anyone.

Danny could not find the front desk. Granted he did get lost after wandering upstairs. The entrance is downstairs… so you know. Bad decision on him. He just needed a guest log in and to get that he needed to talk to someone. In the bottom left of each computer stated as such. Now he had to trek back down the stairs. Maybe there would be some computers downstairs.

When he did find the front desk, it was manned by a red head in a wheelchair. She looked up at him seemingly disinterested. There was a look in her eyes that reminded him of Jazz when she was trying to solve a puzzle. The gaze she when going all psychologist. Danny knew he didn’t look the best. He had to look worse than he did at the rest area. There are no ways his bags are gone; he knows any other injuries would be hidden. They were hidden right? Looking down to confirm his sleeves were pulled down. Thankfully they were. Danny did have a thermos strapped to his belt. Was that weird outside of Amity? This was a mistake, he should just leave. Go somewhere else, anywhere else. The door to exit was just to the left. Just as he was going to leave the person behind the desk spoke.

“Names Barbara, how can I help you?” Her voice much softer than expected.

When he went to say his name and ask for a login he just couldn’t. Phantom pains going down his throat, finding himself touching his throat. He could do this, he wasn’t there, Jack and Maddie weren’t looming over him. He wasn’t strapped down. Barbara looked ready to say something when he managed to get words out. “A guest login for a computer”

She just looked at him then to her computer. Saying that he’d need to provide some form of identification so they could keep track of the computer use. It felt off, this situation felt like she was fishing. Amitys library didn’t require IDs why would this one. Danny needed to calm down this was clearly his paranoia talking. There is no reason for a librarian to be looking him up.

Danny wasn’t even sure he had any identification on him. The bag was full, but clothes take up a lot of room, plus the medical supplies. Most didn’t work on him anymore, even less medications. The envelope was still sitting in the bag, he didn’t know the contents. He wasn’t ready to open it. Even if he did have id, he certainly wouldn’t give it to her. No paper trails.

With another deep breath he spoke “Let me just grab it” the words came easier. Grabbing the backpack, he searched thoroughly and frantically. Hoping the med kit and clothes were not visible. He’d just talk nonsense and half truths about his situation and why he needs access. Lying was not his forte.

“Ancients!” fake shock lacing the word, “my wallet isn’t in this bag. I know protocols are super important, but I need to get this info. I nearly failed all my classes last year; our vice principal gave me the list of books and online articles for next year. I need to get that info and my phone is destroyed” Lancer did give him the list, saying that he wasn’t living up to what he was capable of.

“Jazz” with an awkward pause cause why did he say her name “my sister” could he stop that

“She’s expecting me to do better in my sophomore year, I promised her to get a head start while I waited. Can I just give you, my name? I should only be in town for a few days max anyways”

As he finished speaking, looking down he realized one of his sleeves had ridden up. Danny had no idea when the wrist had become visible. The busies from fighting were still dark and purple, marks from where the cuffs had dug in red and puffy. Hastily shoving down the sleeves, now holding the ends down. Looking towards Barbara she seemed focused on her screen, no reason to think she noticed.

Danny did not think he was going to get a log in. He revealed more then he wanted but was rewarded with a log in. While it wasn’t a guest log in, but her personally one he’d take it Maybe he was a good liar after all.

With confidence he didn’t know he had left, he told her his name was Danny Cosmos. Not knowing what to say his last name was, he decided something space related would be best. Nothing like Apollo that would be too obvious. Time to find a computer.

Added benefit there were computers downstairs. He asked Barbara, they even had some near the front desk. How he missed those he wasn’t sure. Just decided to chalk it up to exhaustion.

With a computer the research began. Danny learned two key things; Amity had no internet presence. No social medias, heck he couldn’t even find the city on the most recent map. Ancients it was a ghost town in more than one way.

Some old archives did have maps with amity parks. All the maps were at least from 9 years ago. Very few vlogs from those who went on haunted tours long ago. The most recent video was from ten years ago. No trace of Amity Tour vlogs since.

Feeling brave he looked up Fenton works. Nothing. Yet Jack and Maddie Fenton did show up on the college they attended websites. They were in the club records. Most likely from the ghost portal event although that wasn’t listed. The same was not true for Vlad, he was well documented up until earlier this year. When he started to be in amity more his accounts just seemed to become unactive. Looking up the Masons did not show any decedents. Not the fact there were heirs to the deli toothpick cellophane-twirling device empire. No one seemed to exist.

The second thing was that heroes existed. Just like the ones from comic books. Add that government knew about them. The question now was just how screwed he was. He fled from the government; wouldn’t those heroes be sent after him.

Do they agree with the government? Would they stand against them? Could his escape be like a slaughterhouse animal situation? Like when a cow escapes then gets returned only for public outrage and then a happy ending for the cow. Hypothetically since he isn’t considered human could he qualify to be in a sanctuary? Could he be counted as an endangered species? If you thought about it there were only three halfas. Only one naturally formed, Vlad just has a ghost condition and Ellie was genetically a clone. Could he get protection for that?

Not only were human heroes protected but aliens as well. The government wasn’t seemingly after them. Why did the humans with powers and aliens have rights? Why didn’t the ghost have them? Danny would think the government would try and turn anything into weapons. Maybe the heroes were under government control already, so they didn’t need to be weaponized.

Looking more into the laws there were meta human protection. Ghost were humans at one point and had powers leading his next searching point. How did the anti-ecto acts pass? You had to dig to even find anything regarding the laws. Specifically looking up the undergrowth acts. It was proposed as an environmental act meant to gain financial support after overgrowth had destroyed their city. Sam was the one who told him where it passed. She made sure to know the laws and her right.

Even in the act they were only mentioned, but not written out. Then to actively find the acts you had to go through the Illinois government. He only found them fully written out through one politician. Ghost didn’t qualify for the protections as they were just fragments of emotions.

These acts weren’t public knowledge. You had to know what you were looking for to even find that. With Amity off the map and being where the veil was thin why would anyone else know about ghost. His vigilante pursuits weren’t even a rare thing.

Gotham had its own brand of heroes. Ones he would adamantly avoid while he was in town. No need to risk potential government allies. Besides the internet said Batman was a cryptid demon. Enough reason for him to avoid him. If ghost were real, no doubt demons were. Then there was signal the daytime vigilante and mentions of a sword wielding robin. The pun happy nightwing, that one may not be too bad. Several others were mentioned. These people sounded dangerous.

To end his research, it was time to decipher Clockwork. Staring with where birds and bats get along. There was a co-occurrence between a species of bats and birds. The Starlings and Noctules, mainly found in early May. It was likely due to the oncoming winter to keep warm. The bats would seek the birds and share their hidey holes. Now if that’s the case he had to leave the country. They were found in Europe, Asia, and North Africa.

This felt too easy. Clockwork wasn’t this easy, granted leaving the country would hard but potentially beneficial. He’d need to learn about laws in other countries. Checking the date revealed it to have been a week since they issued the warning. He was missing a day or two. He could figure that out after he found a safe place to rest.

Logging out of the computer he began to leave. With a small wave back to Barbara as he left, he began to walk down the stairs. There was no one around when he was leaving.

The farther down the stairs the colder it got. A veil of darkness began to entrap him, ghost sense going off. All he began thinking was how he had failed; it was too late. He couldn’t even run away successfully. They had caught on and found him. It was an act of pure desperation as he reached for the thermos. If he could trap whatever it was. It would buy time, a week at most. He knows just how cramped that thermos was.

As the darkness surrounded him, there was a flash of yellow seemingly reaching for him. Only then was it pitch black all around him. A figure slowly began to form in front of him. A form of woman, tall and lean. Long flowing black hair that seemed to be floating at the bottom. The figure was in a dark black dress, same style as the one Sam wore to the dance. Rather than net long sleeves they were lace long sleeves. Finally, a black veil covered her face. She was outlined in a pale green glow. Without a word being said he knew her name Lady Gotham.

My prince, welcome go my city. I have few under my protection, those cloaked in my shadow. They patrol Gotham to keep my citizens safe. I wish to ensure that they will be safe. You are being here indicates the opposite. Your physique shows injury. No longer in your haunt only means horrid things. All beings of magic or ecto could feel the warning. It is safe to presume they were not headed. A war would lead to sorrow for my knights.

Great a new ghost. One who just invaded his mind. Skulker didn’t have boundaries either. Why couldn’t… wait why was everything he was thinking being projected. Nope he just needed to stop thinking. Nope. LALALA

While in my sphere, only the truth can be spoken. Feeling be shared. I seek the truth and it will not be hidden from me. Do not fret it works both ways. Before lady Gotham was able to continue her explanation Danny cut her off.

I’m tired and done. I left to get away from you guys, me being caught will lead to a war. I left everyone behind everyone I care about, my sister and my friends. My parents gave up on me the GIW are a bunch of quack jobs. pure frustration surged. I don’t know what you want from me then desperation I’m giving it my all. What more could you want.

I wish for my knight’s safety. I can offer you the same safety. Protecting them means protecting you. Don’t you log and wish for safety. For someone to Care.

Yes. Yes, I do... stupid mind link. Longing creeping in

I can offer safety He was warm in a good way.

Just consider an agreement with me

Why couldn’t he just be left alone. What do you want to arrange,

You will remain in Gotham, and I will hide your ecto signature.

What could you gain from this?

A chance for both of us

He is way to confused and lost for this bs.

You can hide out here, and I have a chance to help prevent this war. It is the most direct way. Please I beg you consider it. You could use your powers here. That belt hides your signature well, yet I can still feel it when trying. He could feel her desperation in the plea.

Real quick these knight… how do I avoid them. No offense but I’m not looking for a bad time.

They are noisy, you will not be able to avoid them. I have steered many towards them for help. Hiding you from them will not be something actively done, but you have my word I will not lead them to you anymore then has been done.

What do you mean by that?

You will see.

Will you accept.

The warm feeling was stronger than before. I agree.

Then the bond is complete.

Alright cool. Whatever that means.

Farewell for now.

The darkness began to fade away before he could get any more in. That whole interaction left him more lost than before. If she was speaking the truth that deal would be good. Hiding his ecto signature awhile using his powers would be a game changer. He may be forced to do some less then ethical deeds, but at least it was a city of crime. Someone was bound to mug him, he looked weak. Subtle use of his powers would save him. Honestly, he did feel she was truthful. No facade seemed evident, and he could feel her desperation. He so badly wanted to trust her. The whole knight thing was leaving him hesitant.

Time moved far quicker in the cover of darkness. The moon was now high in the sky. Their conversation had felt as if only a few seconds had passed. high in the sky. Lady Gotham would not be a good foe to fight. Best to stay on her good side

Looking at his surroundings he was no longer in front of the library but some alley. A dumpster in the corner a much worse area. Gun shots sounding in the air. He could smell smoke from a fire that had to have been recently put out. No new death lingered. Danny would find a place to reside for the remainder of the night. Human bodies required too much. Things were so much easier as a ghost.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #fanfic #phanfic #i still dont understand tags #run ghost run

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night-wilf · 1 year

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Writing prompt 07:

The Fentons wake up to the rest of Amity and the ghost zone suddenly missing. The only thing around the being feilds and forests. Packing up and moving to another city as they figure out what happened. That city being Gotham as the spirit of the city welcomes them as refugees of an unknown disaster.

Jack and Maddie largely keep their craziness at home to blend in and become forensics in Gotham PD as it's one of the few things they can do well. Taking a few well paid quiet contracts from some criminals on the side to make ends meet. Which does give them a reputation they don't like with the big names. After Danny is approaches during work they burst in the guns blazing and make it clear their kids are no part of the business.

Jazz puts her psychology degree to good use and gets a job at the asylum helping who she has. Harley seems to like her and her incredible strength is helpful with break outs.

Danny and Ellie/Dani find a few coffee shops to take them even though they are underage. Using their lack of sleep needed to be nightduty backup for Gotham PD. Recommended by Jack and Maddie who says they are meta's they adopted and trained. Gordan is skeptical but keeps them on as long as they only use their powers in dire situations, appreciating the shields when things get hairy against trigger happy goons.

Dan comes along for the ride as he found himself on the living room floor that morning, just as shocked as his family and now incredible protective of his family. Gets his way into the private school as a janitor and a few night clubs as door guards at night. He mostly uses his minimum ability level with a dampener to keep him from killing anyone.

The chaos becomes worse as Maddie starts using Danny's connections to the magic users of the world to ask if they know of this happening before. Bruce gets a very concerned message from Constantine as he has the King of the Infinite Realms and his family taking refuge in Gotham.

#dc x dp #dp/dc #dp #dc/dp #dc #dc comics #dark danny #danny fenton #reformed dark dan #dan phantom #dani phantom #dani fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #crossover #writing prompt #fan fic writing #writing #good parents jack and maddie

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A zombie apocalypse should be a pretty big deal, but Danny has bigger concerns than the zombies. Namely, why do all the zombies share his face?

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Ectoberhaunt day 3: Zombies. Corpse AU

Honestly, the fact that today wasn't at the top of Danny's worse day list, or even his weirdest day list? That was the sad part. Because zombie apocalypse? Definitely should be at the top. Or at least in the top five, but if Danny really thought about it probably wouldn't even make that list. The cafeteria door lurched behind him, pushing the table that had been blocking it an inch away. Danny stopped thinking about his list; he'd have time to remake his list later, once he got this all sorted out.

That was easier said then done. Not the least because Danny was stuck in the cafeteria with about four dozen other Casper High students, and a good number of staff members too. That would have been fine. Danny could just phase through the wall, find himself a nice corner to hide in, transform, and deal with the zombies, or whatever ghost happened to be causing the zombies. It would probably be easy. But Danny couldn't just slip away, not while everyone was watching him. And it was not an exaggeration or an understatement; everyone was watching him.

It was Dash's fault. Couldn't keep his dumb mouth closed. Had to ask why almost all of the zombies looked like Danny, and were dressed like Danny. And because of his stupid question, now even the people who didn't actually know him were staring.

Danny made a show of catching his breath. He needed to figure out an excuse, and quickly. "Um. Ghosts, probably?" he answered. A wave of murmurs went through the crowd. They seemed to believe him. Of course they did. Ghosts explained most things in Amity Park. And it wasn't like it was just an excuse. At least the bodies were the fault of a ghost.

Sure, maybe the ghost was just himself, and they all were his bodies. It had been the weirdest, worse part of transforming into Phantom at first, the corpse that was consistently left behind every time. But just like everything else, Danny had adapted, and phased every one into the ground. Now they were above ground. And angry.

At the very least, his answer got some of the crowd to look away. Not everyone; Dash was still glaring daggers at him, and miming the 'I'm watching you fingers' repeatedly, in case Danny couldn't figure that out. There were other members of the crowd that were watching him too.

He wished Sam and Tucker were here. If they were, they'd be able to make a good and proper distraction, and then everything would be fine, but no. He had to have chemistry alone this year, and Sam and Tucker's classes weren't in the number that were evacuated to the cafeteria. (Danny wasn't worried about them; they were probably the only thing keeping their own groups alive. It was better that they were split up. Maybe if he kept telling himself that, he'd believe it.)

No Sam, no Tucker, a crowd of humans watching him, and a hoard of zombies, largely of himself, behind the doors. That was fine. This was fine. He'd been in worse situations! He could handle this! He just had to come up with a plan.

The table squeaked again, moving across the linoleum floor. A number of people from the crowd dashed forward to try and help hold the door closed, but it was no use. There were too many zombies. The table was sent skidding away, most of the students who had tried to help being pushed with it. Danny was knocked to the ground, mere inches away from the hoard of zombies steadily flooding into the cafeteria.

They descended on him before he could react, before he could decide to transform. Their hands grabbed at him, pulling him this way and that as they pressed down on top of him, all light being blotted out. And then he was pulled to the top of the mass, and he could see again, and... the zombies had him lifted to their shoulders, so he was crowd surfing now. They were carrying him out of the cafeteria, back the way they came.

Danny spared a look at the crowd behind him. Dozens of faces, some horrified, some concerned, and all of them shifting to looks of confusion, stared back at him as he was carried out of their view.

This was going to be hell to explain later, but that was a future Danny's problem. Right now, it was time to figure out what the deal was with all these zombies.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #corpse au #ectoberhaunt23 #ectoberhaunt #eh magic #day 3

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 2 years

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last night's shower thought that may or may not have been done before but I haven't personally seen it done so I'm gonna write it anyway

so the phandom has dabbled in halfas potentially existing before Danny and Vlad, in the hypothetical million to one chance of 'what if a natural portal opened on top of a human'

gonna take a hard left turn here but we'll circle back I promise, that part will be important later

I love the unreliable narrator aspect of Vlad in TUE but what if Vlad's story about how Dan came to be was completely true, Danny's ghost half really did go absolutely feral as soon as it was torn from him

because even though Vlad says it was his ghost half that corrupted Phantom, in the flashback it was obvious that Phantom had already gone a little wonky before that, considering the acts of actually ripping out Vlad's ghost half and then absorbing it, very weird and out of character

(and I have other headcanons about that but we're ignoring those for now shh)

so the first time Danny was split, it split two of his personality traits that were both dominant at the time, his need to be a hero and protect people, and his need to be a normal teenager just enjoying life

after his family died in TUE tho, his dominant traits would have been more like misery, guilt, and anger, we can guess which one Phantom got

same thing probably happened to Vlad when he was split but we didn't get enough time with future Vlad to get a clear idea on what his dominant traits were, (but I'm gonna guess they were something akin to guilt and spite, spite having been absorbed by Danny and making his whole situation so much worse)

all this to say, what if Pariah Dark was the first known halfa, created by that million to one chance with a natural portal back in the dark ages (or earlier), and he was once, much like Danny, a protector, a hero, keeping a peace between humans and ghosts, whether he also fought a tyrant king for his crown, or was gifted the position by the former king wanted to retire (I kinda like this idea better), he became the ghost king with the support of the ghost populace

but I wanna touch in on the aus people throw around where to become the actual rightful king, Danny has to die

and maybe this is what happened to Pariah Dark, and maybe it was not a 100% consensual affair, maybe the Observants, whether sneakily or by force, somehow managed to separate Pariah from his human half

and in that moment, one of his dominant traits was rage

betrayal by ones he trusted, half of himself stolen from him, his fury was overwhelming, and it was what consumed his ghost half, and began his reign as a tyrant, his human half, whether deliberately or accidental, was killed in the process

this is why the Observants wanted Danny dealt with in TUE, they were seeing history repeating, they didn't care that Clockwork saw an alternate future because they didn't want that alternate future, TUE happened after Reign Storm, they were clinging onto the one excuse they had to get rid of this new halfa before he realised he had a claim to the throne and became the next Pariah Dark

they knew Danny was just as attached to his human half as Pariah was, and they'd seen evidence of that already in Dan, they couldn't have a king who was part human, and they couldn't take his human half from him without dire consequences

so of course their solution was just make him go away

see! in this one particular future he becomes a monster just like we said he would, Clockwork go destroy him, problem solved, good job everybody!

when Danny finds out about all this and presses them on why he has to be a full ghost to rule, assuming it's some mystic law that cannot physically be broken, the Observants are just like

"oh... uh no, technically it's physically possible, it's just... well, it's against tradition"

cue a Danny blowing up

"YOU CAUSED THE ENTIRE PARIAH DARK MESS OVER FUCKING TRADITION?"

"well it would be have been quite embarrassing having someone half alive ruling over the dead"

Danny has to be physically wrangled out of the room by Clockwork before he brings the whole fucking building down

it's completely absurd but the Observants just really feel like the kind of assholes who would stick so rigorously to that kinda shit despite all logic and reason telling them not to

#lula's headcanons #danny phantom #pariah dark #the observants #clockwork #tue

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devilwearsgreen · 2 years

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DP x DC Fic Idea

Not me spending an hour figuring out an age chart for a fic I will never write. And then another 5 writing down the whole concept…. Well for those who actually see it, enjoy this behemoth. More posts to follow under #Jay Gale’s brothers

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Stuff happens and Danny runs to Gotham to escape from the GIW. Standard Batfam crossover. The fact that it hides his presence means the hunters can't find him. It also means he can't leave. At least not yet. His original plan is to recoup (Maybe he's very injured) and eventually find a way to the ghost zone himself. (Wulf and Cujo also can't find him?) So he keeps his head down and gets by. Using his powers at the barest minimum.

A month or so into his stay, the fuckery that revives Jason happens. Danny can tell before it happens that something is about to go down, and with a little effort, can kind of tell the areas it affected. The first person he makes it to is Jason, and using intangibility, is able to pull him out of his grave in time.

Notice I said First person. I don't think that Jason was the only person resurrected at that time. He was just the only one with enough training to remain calm enough in horrible situations; and be able to take stock and dig himself out before he died again.

Danny can still feel the other areas, and knows he has to get to them fast, but he doesn't want to leave this panicking and injured kid by himself. (Jason looks younger than he is due to malnutrition from the streets) (Resurrection only heals death injuries enough for them to not die again right away, the worse the death…)

So as carefully and as quickly as he can, Danny carries Jay with him to the other cemetery. He manages to get to a pair of young twins just in time but… Angst Potential: Because he spent the time to calm down Jason and the twins, he wasn't able to get to the last resurrected before they died a second time. But he keeps this to himself so the others don't feel guilty about needing comfort. Maybe this eats him alive for years, the second chance that could have, but never happened. (The OC’s Here are optional, but they have grown on me, and the bonding Jay and Danny could have from raising 4year old twins is marvellous) (Though as a replacement for them, maybe it could be a de-aged Dani instead?)

He takes them back to the place he’d been staying at, and starts doing his best to take care of them. But I think it is cannon (?) that the Reso leaves them very disoriented and injured, especially Jason. He can't go to the hospital and he can't go to Frostbite yet, he does what he can but he's at a loss of what to do. Eventually he notices that the small amount of ectoplasm he emits seems to be helping, but is not near enough. So he goes to get more.

In this AU lets say that Gotham also has a Lazarus pit under the city. But it is not accessible by normal human means.

In Cannon Jason gets kidnapped by the League of Assassins, and tossed in their personal Lazarus Pit. And going by the headcannon: “Leagues pit is so extremely contaminated from humans taking dips in it it's Absolutely Septic and that's the reason Pit Rage happens”

Danny, who knows how to Not contaminate samples, and knows that submerging a fleshy human wholesale in it is Not A Good Idea Ever. Does Not Do That. But rather he slowly introduced them to enough of it for them to start healing, and while that does prevent pit rage and the worst consequences of becoming liminal; It does mean that it is slow going.

Now Danny is now the sole caretaker of these newly Not Deads who are essentially very sick and need lots of care, when he was barely supporting himself, maybe even before he's fully healed. Angst.

This also means that he can't in good conscience just leave them to go to the Zone, but who knows what would happen if he took them with him. So now he's stuck in Gotham for two reasons. (He becomes one of the sole reasons that the coffee shop on the corner is still in business)

When Jason heals enough for most of the brain fog to leave, he helps out Danny where he can, mostly watching the twins when Danny is out and making food. Anyways, blah blah bonding and raising kids and learning how to Live again ensue (Could be taken as shipping i guess, but i prefer brotherhood here) (No secret relation, as much as i love those, i just want these nerds to find comfort in each other for no other reason than being themselves)

I'm also going to say that Danny is 16 during these events, but thanks to his fathers genetics, he can easily pass as 18 or even 20, so he does.

Resurrection screws with memories, the only thing they can remember, at first, with any detail is their deaths. We could have Jason slowly piece who he was together one memory at a time, OR my favourite; Have him regain everything at once the first time he sees the brand new Robin. Cue angst at being replaced “so easily” (This is how Danny finds out) and refusing to tell Bruce he's back.

Danny’s totally down because of his mistrust of billionaires and also the now engrained “Holy Shit Is That The Bat If He Finds Out I Have Powers He’ll Kick Me Out, I Can't Leave The Safety Of Gotham!”

(Jason: Safety??? In Gotham?! What the hell are you on?!?) (This is how Jason finds out)

Despite being a lot less murdery in this AU, Jason still becomes the Red Hood. Mostly to protect and help his new family, but also because his hero instincts are not muddled by the pit rage. Maybe he sends severed hands to the police instead of heads?

The full mask and modulator mean the Batfam can't recognize him, and he's in no hurry to correct that. However, he also doesn't antagonise them. He has new brothers to protect, and he doesn't want to give the Batfam Incentive to find out about them.

But despite Jason's indifference (He doesn't care. He Doesn’t. He has Danny and the twins and an honestly shitty apartment that still feels like home. And who even cares if there's a New Robin? It's not like it matters to him! He doesn't care he swears) he still becomes sort of friends with the others.

There's a camaraderie between all Gotham vigilantes that's just a hazard of the job. (That purple girl also just won't leave him alone, but she's fun so it's okay.)

Although he does keep a distance from Dick and his replacement. He has a better big brother now, after all. But even Jason admits that having Nightwing as an ally is pretty useful. (Jason missed him so much). And he doesn't need to get closer to the replacement to know why he's such a better Robin, so why bother.

Time passes and they never do figure out who Jason is, though there are some close calls. (Tim has his suspicions but no proof) (He keeps it to himself for now) Most of them consider the Red Hood as an ally by now, except for Bruce, who's still a bit peeved he cant find anything on this guy. Surely they should have found at least one of his safe houses by now. (Danny cackles maniacally in the background)

And then Bruce gets pulled into the time stream, and is presumed dead.

I want to disclaim here that I know practically nothing about this DC plot line. Just that it took about a year for him to get out, and Tim was the only one that didn't believe he was dead. And that this Hush guy played the part of Bruce a few times (Although why convince Gotham that Brucie Wayne was still alive if you thought he was dead? Comic logic I guess.)

But for the purpose of this AU let's say it was caused by something similar to what caused The Resurrection. (which i also know nothing about. Something about superman?)

Danny, Being Danny, goes to check it out like he did last time. But instead of finding Re-Alived people, he also gets pulled into the time stream as well.

Maybe he meets up with Bruce, maybe he doesn't. But he's gone from Gotham now and isn't likely to return for a while. Or maybe he finds his own way out, but because he's no longer in Gotham, the GIW are able to find and capture him. Angst.

With Danny suddenly gone and no way to find him, and Bruce dead with no way to reconcile with him, Jason enters panic mode. “If Danny’s no longer in Gotham then can the hunters find him?? What if they already have him?!?”

The remaining Batfam members learn who Jason is, either because he lets too much slip, or he eventually flat out goes to them for help. There is a re-reunion that no one can really appreciate due to… Well. Everything.

Unfortunately Dick cant help him out much. With his new responsibilities both as Batman and as the new single parent Guardian of Damian. Tim spends his time looking for Bruce, Cass is off doing her own things, and Steph does offer to help, but there's not much they can do with little to no information.

Jason now has to decide if he wants to stay with the twins and hope Danny finds his own way back, or leave them with someone while he starts searching. He could leave them with Dick and Damian, or he could leave them with Roy.

This is about the point where my ideas get a lot less concrete and writable… but ~*Eventually*~ Everyone is reunited and can bond and grow as the Giant and Ridiculous family they were always destined to be :} Just as slightly more functioning people. (or at least Jason is)

I have many more ideas for this, but not a lot of them would fit in this concept post. So expect a separate post for those later.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #Danny Phantom #batman #jason todd #danny fenton #Jay Gale's brothers #this will be the longest thing ive ever posted #and the first post ive ever had to split into multiple parts #for whoever sees this #i hope you enjoy #and also write a fic about it #please please write a fic with this #i would read it so fast

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