#Danny's in for a huge scolding by Batman

[nerdpoe]

Ground Control to Major Fenton.

Danny's chosen for a space mission, along with a group of other astronauts. They're gonna rendezvous at Justice League Watchtower, and then go for a part of space as of yet unexplored as a part of a Justice League effort to map the cosmos.

But something goes wrong with the ship.

And one of the escape pods gets damaged.

So Danny tricks the Captain of the team into a pod and fires it away into space.

He then immediately turns around and makes sure that the ship won't explode, just turning off his breathing on the way.

Danny did this because, unbeknownst to his employers, he is the only person on the crew capable of surviving the harsh nothingness of Space. As a half ghost, he doesn't need to breath and his heart doesn't need to beat, even while in human form.

So when the Justice League sends out Hal for salvage and corpse retrieval, Hal get's the absolute shit scared out of him. Like, the dude almost legitimately shit himself.

It went a little like this.

He managed to pry his way into the dead ship; no oxygen, no gravity, no nothing. He checks the rooms one by one, noting along the way that the ship shows signs of attempted repair.

His head is filling with images of the lone astronaut, Fenton, desperately doing his best to save the ship.

All the rooms are empty.

So if Fenton was trying to save the ship, then that would mean the last place to check would be the engine room.

Hal goes to the engine room, and there, cradled in wires that had been pulled from the ceiling, is the corpse of astronaut Daniel James Fenton.

The wires show clear efforts from the man to anchor himself in place, probably when the gravity went, so that he could still try to save the ship.

With a heavy heart, Hal moves forward and starts to detangle Fenton.

Only for Fenton's hand to shoot out with inhuman speed and catch his wrist in an iron grip, and when Hal looks up he sees a pair of glowing, inhuman eyes staring at him from an impossibly pale face, the neck at a strange an unnatural angle.

Hal screams like a little bitch and runs to the other side of the engine room.

Danny, however, had just tied himself to some cables so he could finally get some fucking sleep without bouncing around the room. (He woulda gone to his bunker and just used the seatbelts on his bed, but that room was Creepy without lights).

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #story prompt #phanfic #Yes the entire thing was recorded #all of Justice League knows how high u can scream Hal #Danny's in for a huge scolding by Batman #“you knew you had abilities to enable you to survive impossible conditions and neglected to tell us. unacceptable.” #long post #ficlet

[long-live-astronerd-ghost-king]

DPXDC prompt. Exchange

Jack decided that to strengthen the bond between father and son, he and Danny should go to a hunt together. Overall, Jack was pleased with the way his boy navigated in the dark. He even helped him fend off the bandits who wanted to rob them. Well, Danny wore some strange costume in the middle of all the fun but Jack didn’t know anything about youth fashion, so he didn’t comment on it.

~~~~ "Honey, we’re home. I hope the fudge for the champions is ready. Right, Danny?" Proud father patted his son on the back. Looks like Danny finally got some muscle. "Honey, I hate to break it to you, but we can’t keep Robin." Maddie gently pulled her husband aside from the vigilante. "What? You’re not Danny?" Jack took a closer look at the boy. "I tried to tell you right away, but you turned the music up to full volume and…" Robin started making excuses. "Jack, where’s our son then?" Maddie asked anxiously. Jazz screamed from the kitchen. "It’s okay, Mom, Danny texted me that he took a taxi." Two minutes later, the Batmobile stopped near their house. A huge shadow came out of the driver’s side and right after him their boy jumped out of the car. The boy seriously looked at Batman. "I don’t have any cash with me. But I can transfer the money to your card." Batman blinked and looked at Fenton’s parents. "I believe this is yours. Can I have mine?" "Finally, we’re already late for dinner. " The boy in the colorful suit ran down the stairs.

~~~~

"Danny, my boy, I am so sorry that I mistook you for this guy. You must have been so scared of being alone in Gotham. " Jack hasn’t stopped apologizing to Danny for the last hour. "Come on, Dad, I’m not mad at you at all. That was cool." Danny smiled mischievously and whispered, like it was a secret. "In fact, Batman is a face-blind as you are. I met him in the middle of a battle, and he scolded me for going out unarmed. And he did not took the kit of batarangs back. Do you think Sam would like them?" "She’s gonna be thrilled." Jack smiled a little and wiped his tears. "Also, when we got in the car, for the first ten minutes he was clearly driving me to his lair. But I was too quiet for Robin, and that made him suspicious." Danny sighed. "I was forced to confess that he’d took the wrong teenager."

~~~~

"God, you weren’t kidnapped this time by a villain but by a civilian?" Dick couldn’t stop laughing at his little brother. "Shut up." Robin attacked him. "The man was terribly insistent."

#dpxdc prompts #dpxdc prompt #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc crossover #dc x dp #dp x dc

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

this took longer than expected

A young Batman raced down the gloomy streets of his city. His breath frantic, his heart racing as he fled his pursuer which chased him tirelessly. Every time he thought he had out run it, he heard its thundering footsteps a moment later. Normally, the 18 year old was not one to run from a foe like this but what choice did he have? Sure he had fought lots of difficult fights and while he wasn’t GREAT at fighting huge opponents yet, but he still won in the end.

But this thing, he had never encountered anything like it, a tireless machine with powerful armor. No matter how many times the Bat tied up its legs and tipped it off a roof edge or buried it in junk like he did with Killer Croc, it kept getting up and chasing him, red eyes gleaming in the shadows.

 Batman slunk into the shadows of an alley way, desperate for a moment’s rest.

His breath became the only sound.

  *Thunk Thunk Thunk

 The telltale noise of the beast’s feet reached his ears. The Bat groaned and readied himself for battle. As soon as the thing entered the alley, Batman leapt out in front of it and threw an explosive pellet in the robot’s face. As the smoke cleared Batman only hoped the surprise attack was enough. He had no energy to continue fleeing or fighting for much longer. But the smoke gave way to the machine’s unscathed features.

It was a huge, spider like robot with 6 legs and shiny gray armor. Its head held 4 glowing red eyes and 2 electrified mandibles. On its forehead was a crest of 3 dots in a triangle. It lunged at Batman who rolled out of the way, his movements sluggish and clumsy from hours of being chased.

The beast acted quickly and pinned the hero down with one of its front legs. Batman struggled as his capture raised its head and extended its cruel mandibles. It swung its head down, the Bat shut his eyes and braced for the blow.

 It never came.

 The teen opened his eyes. A white gloved hand had grabbed the beast’s head from behind and pulled it up and away from Batman.

“Oh, no you DON’T” came an echoed male voice.

 Wait, that voice, could it be?

 The figure yanked the robot back and threw down the alley.

 IT IS

 Danny Phantom in all his glory.

 He turned to the bat, his awesome cape flowing behind him.

“Are you alright?”

 Batman tried to gain his composure, for he was in the presence of Earth’s champion.

Who fought and defeated the evil ghosts that attacked the world.

Who stopped the Desasteroid from destroying Earth.

Who has a statue in every capital of the world.

Who could stop criminals and terrorists and prevent wars with only his words.

Who convinced America and Russia to get along.

Who scolds violent cops and advocates for human and animal rights on all fronts.

There were a few superheroes in the word, and they ALL wanted to be just like him. He was the first, he came almost a decade before anyone else at age 14. He set the precedent for heroes, everyone else grew up watching him on the news. He was amazing, not to mention his human allies.

Tucker was unrivaled with anything to do with tech. Batman had based his own technology on Tucker’s work.

Jazz was a brilliant phycologist who comforted children during Phantom’s fights, and was an even better peace talker then her brother.

Sam was a brilliant fighter of her own merit, as well as a passionate fighter for the environment and human rights.

 The bat stood up and tried to look dignified. 

“I’m fine. Just having an ant problem” Danny used lots of puns, Batman tried to use them like Danny, but was better at deadpan humor.

“Ha ha, nice one! Now let’s get this thing, any ideas?” 

‘Helikeditandnowhewantsmyopiniondon’tfreakoutjustsaysomethingcool.’

“I was hoping you had an idea”

 ‘I am the worst’

 “Hmm, you have a grappling hook, right? Think you can tie it up long enough for me to climb aboard?”

Batman nodded.

With this strategy it only took a minute to disable the robot. As it lay dead Batman decided to try for some answers.

“Do you know what this thing is?” 

“Don’t know, one chased after me as well, my team and I used it to scan for others like it and that’s how I found this one. Bu the one I have, let’s say was in more pieces than this one”

Phantom thought for a moment before saying

“hey, do you have a lab or base here in Gotham?”

“I do, but wouldn’t your lab be better?”

“Well, my stuff is more suited to ectology, and this thing is definitely not ghost related. Plus, I don’t really want to hull it all the way home”

“Alright, let me call a ride”

Batman pressed a button on his belt and the Batmobile rolled up. 

“Wow nice car”

 _Time skip_

 After inspecting the robot and performing tests on the materials, the heroes came to several conclusions: It was highly advanced, was made of alloys not found on Earth, but its programming was very alarming.

“It’s only advanced enough to perform actions, it can’t think for itself. What does this imply?”

“It receives orders from another computer”

“Yes, it also means that our hunters were most likely expendable, so how many does their master have?”

“Phantom, this may be serious, how should we proceed?”

“Continue to monitor for other units like it, I can extend my search range to the edge of the solar system, but until the commander make a move, I don’t know what we can do beyond preparing ourselves. I’ll leave the thing here, see what you can find on your own.”

The veteran hero walked to the tunnel Batman had brought him into, but before he left he turned to the Bat and said:

“Hey Batman”

“Yes?”

“I hope we can work together more in the future” 

And the half ghost went on his way.

(( I hope you enjoy! think you could make something on this au? I would love to read that))

#submission #dpjl

[tessatechaitea]

New Titans #111

The mystery is who thought sending Arsenal into space was a good idea and also who shit his pants?

If your superhero team needs spacesuits to survive in space, maybe send a different team of heroes on the space mission. It just makes more sense to leave Batman and Aquaman on Earth while Superman and Supergirl solve all of the space crime. I couldn't think of any other heroes that could survive in space. Hell, I'm not even sure if we're currently in an era where Superman is allowed to survive in space. Remember when DC thought it would be a good idea to reduce his powers so that even Superman had to wear oxygen when in space? Although even a Superman who can survive in the vacuum of space retains considerable plot problems. Sure, he can survive in space if he's within range of a yellow sun because that's how he gets his powers. Or was it simply that he lost his powers under a red sun and was just fine under any other sun? The 1986 Who's Who doesn't clear things up as it just says that Superman's Kryptonian cells act like solar batteries under a yellow sun. It doesn't distinctly say that the red sun weakens him so I guess he just grows weaker away from a yellow sun as his cell battery drains. Then again, I'm sure things changed after The Man of Steel series. And then again after Millennium. And then again after Zero Year. And then again after Infinite Crisis. And then again after The New 52. And then again after Rebirth. And then again after Doomsday Clock. And then again after whatever the fuck Bendis is doing. Why the fuck am I talking about Superman?! I'm not even sure he knows the New Titans exist! As I begin reading the first page of this comic book that shows Kory once again dressed in fraying threads, I remember that I already ranted about sending the Titans into space! In comic books, sometimes your last hope truly is the last hope. Nobody in the 90s wanted to have to rely on the Titans to rescue them. The Terraist's satellite blasts the Brazilian rain forest as a means to get Brazil to stop razing their rain forests. I suppose it's a pretty good plan because if the forests are burned to the ground, Brazil won't be able to burn the forests to the ground. Reporters all over the world are asking the tough question: "Will governments give in to the Terraist's demands that they stop destroying the Earth before the Terraist destroys the Earth?!" My guess is that they won't because the Terraist's plan is fucking ridiculous. I wonder if the Terraist is also a landlord? "If you won't put up smoke detectors, I'm going to burn the fucking house to the ground. You have three hours!" To save the world, the New Not-So-Teen-Anymore Titans have all crowded aboard some kind of space rocket.

The way Erlich is gripping that throttle and reaching for a wedge of cheese on the dash makes me horny.

You might have noticed Gar sitting in the back thinking while everybody else crowds around the controls in what I'm assuming violates several safety regulations. Gar's grieving his boring friend Cyborg. Red Star notices because Gar has made sure to do the contemplative hand on the chin while looking at an unfixed point in the distance pose. Nobody else notices because, I'm assuming, they're capitalists. It's a touching scene of a friend mourning the loss of another friend that isn't actually touching at all. But it does highlight Gar's mullet! I'm not making fun of Gar's mullet at all. There was a time when we, as a society, accepted the mullet as a valid hair style. But then enough people began making fun of it that everybody had to back off and pretend that it wasn't a valid aesthetic. Maybe it had just too broad a base of people who generally wore the hairstyle. I mean, if you saw somebody with a mullet from afar, how were you supposed to know whether they were a working class butt rocker, a hockey player, or a lesbian? Red Star brings up how the Titans have lost many friends.

Those friends are Terra (not a friend but a mole), Dick Grayson (not lost), and Starfire (also not lost). Would it have killed him to actually think about Jericho, Raven, and Danny Chase?!

Marv Wolfman intrudes on the fiction, musing about how this comic book is still fucking selling, with the line, "Sometimes I wonder why we're still even here." Me too, Marv! I was 22 and still buying this shit! Although there really was a time in my life where one of my main existential dreads was dying before seeing how different comic book stories ended. Imagine being so naive as to think any of these fucking things would ever have an actual ending! Red Star says, "If we gave up, then our friends will have died in vain," without ever once thinking about one of their actual dead friends. Also without acknowledging that their friends died in vain. Maybe they wouldn't have died in vain if the Titans looked at their deaths and thought, "You know what? We aren't fucking helping anybody! Jericho was killed not saving the world but battling his father. Raven was killed not saving the world but being consumed by her familial darkness. Maybe we should stop fooling ourselves into thinking we're helping the world rather than harming it and just hang up our capes! That would be a fitting tribute to our dead friends!" Garth interrupts the emotional stuff by pointing out that the Terraist's space station just launched a missile at them. I'm glad Garth, the undersea hero, is pulling his weight up in space by observing shit. The scene shifts to the Terraist's satellite where I discover I'm not entirely sure if the bad guy is named The Terraist or Teraizer. What I am sure of is that his right-hand man is named "James." The Terraist states that public reaction is still on their side and I have no idea how that's possible. He's burning the fucking rain forests in an effort to save the rain forests. How the hell is anybody supporting this...oh fuck. I just remembered Donald Trump is president and the Republicans are burning this entire country to the ground in order to line their own pockets. Never mind. I totally buy it. While Starfire flies toward the space station, she philosophizes about freedom. She's all, "It's ain't free, bitches! Some motherfuckers are going to have to die!" I'm not sure what this story has to do with freedom. It's more about saving the world from the most wrong-minded ecoterrorists to ever threaten to chop down the tree they're hugging. Maybe she's still hung up on her relationship with Dick and how she was never free while with him because he of his constant moralizing. Meanwhile back in the burning rain forest, Dick Grayson comes to terms with his father/son relationship with Batman. Is this the exact moment Dick Grayson began to become a compelling character? Is this when he truly becomes Batman's equal? Instead of the whining brat trying to distance himself from Batman, he finally embraces what Batman represents and what Bruce taught him, both as a son and sidekick. I fucking hated Dick Grayson for so long because of this comic book, because Marv Wolfman needed to concentrate on the drama of teens rebelling against their parents and/or parental figures. But this might be the moment Dick matures. Which didn't mean I was ready to like the ungrateful turd. But I can see this as the experience needed before I could begin to change my mind about him. Also, it probably helped when Dick began being written by writers other than Marv Wolfman. The Terraist blasts Starfire into unconsciousness so it's up to Red Star to save her. Mostly because none of the other Titans have any real helpful super powers. I mean, Garth might try to summon a dolphin, or Roy might shoot an arrow with a rope tied to it, or Gar might transform into a space bunny rabbit. But mostly that shit would just waste time.

Look. I don't need my comic books to absolutely adhere to believable scientific standards, but what the fuck is Kory breathing?

The Titans invade the space station and defeat The Terraist as he inevitably winds up revealing that he's not interested in saving the world at all. He just wants cash. And since most of the world supported his terrible scheme, Starfire uses his camera link to the world to scold everybody on Earth. That probably won't help the Titans' reputation. Although she scolds them while practically naked, so my guess is not many people turned off the broadcast. New Titans #111 Rating: D. The Terraist concocted this entire plan to make money. Why couldn't he be happy with the billions of dollars he apparently already had?! I'm fairly certain you can't build a space station of death while employing dozens of trained killers without having a pretty hefty bank account. It would make more sense if he did care about the environment even if his plan was completely contrary to helping the environment. Anyway, I hope the Titans decide to take care of his cat. That cat didn't choose to be owned by a huge dickhead.

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