#Meets Commit To The Bit Danny

[hughmanbean]

Loving Threats

Inspired by a song and its remake. But I am trash at syncing lyrics to storybeats.

Danny and Jason met in the ghost zone when Jason was dead, but he forgot it all coming back to life. When the two of them were together, they went through the entire song and dance (literally) of asking each other out.

I'm serious. There were like 10 different musical scenes with varying themes. It was Fenton Romance at its finest. And Jason's old school romance heart was certainly played a large part too.

It was their love language. Dramatic acts, vague threats and all.

Post revival and reconnection with the Batfam, Jason spots a familiar face. A flood of memories wash through him, and with it a bout of giddiness. Though he's currently dressed as Red Hood, Danny'll be able to tell who he is and keep quiet. Just have to greet him in a way that he'll recognize.

---

Danny is out taking the kids for a walk. Dan was grumpy since he wasn't allowed any ecto chips, for both his health and as punishment for severely beating a guy who tried to mug Danny without permission yesterday. Ellie is quite cheerful, since she's going to visit the Crocodile and Zombie sewer-dudes when Danny's not looking.

All of a sudden, Red Hood, casually wielding a gun, approaches Danny. He makes an overly familiar gesture, wrapping an arm sideways around Danny's waist. He whistles under the hood, a faint green glow from the white eyespaces.

"Well who do we have here? You look half dead, honey."

Danny looked at him. Horrible pick up line? Check? Thin veneer of confidence? Check. Zero self control around Danny? Check.

Jason. The rancid ecto signature is new, though. Honestly, not surprised he's a crime lord now.

"Well, you know how it is. The kids have been running me ragged. And you sure haven't been any help."

Danny puts on an innocent smile. Jason sidles closer. A few bystanders watch them with varied expressions.

"Well you don't need to worry about that now. How about you and I go somewhere more private?"

---

"A crime boss, huh?"

Dan is raiding the fridge. Ellie is watching a fight on TV.

"It was a... necessary step. I promise I would've visited you sooner if I had known."

"It's fine. What else happened while you were gone?"

"Well..."

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #The Drama Kid Jason #Meets Commit To The Bit Danny #de aged ellie #de aged dan #danny is mama #dead on main #Jason sees Danny and goes for it no hesitation #I want to make this work but I am struggling #I had this in my drafts for two whole weeks #Basic gist/outline was Jason greeting Danny and Danny reciprocating #While everyone else saw it as Jason losing a bit of sanity around Danny - Batfam #Or the Red Hood coercing a civilian to date him using his kids as bargaining chips - Other #misunderstanding

[phantom-phortune]

This is why you don't sleep with the Tyrant King - The consequence is children

Constantine avoids involvement with the Infinite Realms for two reasons.

Who wants to deal with all those Ancients in the first place?

He’s avoiding yet another unhinged ex of his.

Of course, hooking up with Pariah Dark wasn’t really an actual relationship, more like a one night stand via dream walking (Nocturn owed Pariah, but seeing as it would be insane to release the Tyrant King from his endless sleep, he’d give him a dream partner every couple centuries) - regardless, Constantine doesn’t want to deal with that.

So yeah - the fact that the Justice League is attempting to summon the High King into the Watchtower has him wanting to drink more than usual.

Of course he gave warnings, but they’re dead set on doing so. A green folder had appeared in the secure “cursed artifacts” vault with no trace of whoever left it there. How else were they gonna find out how it got there?

So Constantine’s stuck there to set up wards, and is trying to find his way out of this one.

When the summoning circle worked, no one expected the teenager to pop out of it. 

Instead of Pariah Dark, or even the sarcophagus showing up, there was a white haired ghost boy with glowing green eyes the same color as the flames of the Crown of Fire. Except he didn’t look exactly like the others ghosts. He had a human skin tone, his proportions were exactly like a human teenager’s, and he was wearing a black and white hoodie with black sweatpants, for God’s sake. 

… Were ghosts able to reproduce with humans?

Before any of the Justice League can get into questioning, Constantine speaks up:

“You’re not the Ghost King.”

Green eyes settle on him, lighting up with recognition - Danny knows exactly who this is, with the amount of complaints on his desk about the blonde. Clockwork also informed him (he didn’t want to know but now he does) of the man’s stint with Pariah. 

Daniel “Commit to the bit” Fenton chooses to do just that.

“Of course not,” The confusion crosses the face of the heroes present- “That’s just because I haven’t had my coronation yet! I’m the Crown Prince, it’s practically the same thing!”

Oh, and the dread and realization crossing Constantine’s face is almost enough to make his core purr in amusement. 

“Now I will gladly answer all your questions, but first!” His eyes swept over the heroes before raising his hand and pointing accusingly at the British warlock.

“John Constantine,” his voice boomed, the temperature of the meeting room dropping as his face stretched with a smile too big and too pointy, “You owe me fifteen years of child support.”

#dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #ghost king danny #dpxdc #danny phantom #danny fenton #JL: scandalized gasp #Bruce is either going to berate Constantine or give Danny all the money he wants

[evilminji]

Oh... Oh No(TM) :Dc

You know how occasionally? Ra's has to get dunked to rehydrate in that good, good Youth Soup? And probably comes out looking Damningly Fine AF, as a chisled warrior man in his late to mid 20s?

........okay, so HEAR ME OUT.....

You ever date a Hot Passionate Bad Boy, that you KNOW is probably bad for you? Because he is REALLY charismatic? Remembers all the important dates and details. Has Hot Blooded roof top sword fights and dramatic cliff side brawls, with you? Talks like the most Dramatic! Nerd! You have? Ever Heard! *mysterious musical sting by full orchestra*

Swishy cape?

VERY Impressive muscles.

But so High Drama that even you, "Commit To The Bit" Danny, of the Good and Noble House "WHY IS EVERYTHING ON FIRE!?" Fenton, find him... occasionally A Bit Much(tm)?

Just? A REALLY Bad Idea in attractively form fighting luxury wear.

You get too fight ninjas.

..........Danny's not SAYING he gave into his worst Dumbass Thirst Impulses... but, uhhh, he's also? Not NOT saying it?

And it's becoming a problem.

Cause apparently their whole family is CLINGLY (Bruce, in the background of the call: No. REALLY? You DONT SAY?) when they decide they've found The One. And he was unaware of the Murder Cult. Yes! He KNOWS! Should have asked where the ninjas came from! But in his defense...

Hot man, no shirt-y, Danny brain go Dumb and Drools.

He had a fancy sword and wanted to fight, Jazz.

Danny was FLUSTERED!

He refuses to be Mrs. Cult Leader, Jazz! You dealt with hot bad boy Exs! What does he do!?

And just? Jazz? So... so tired. Dear lord, she thought Dani was bad. But no. No Dani came by her... EVERYTHING, honestly, didn't she? It's genetic. It has to be. Danny what the FUCK? When she said "you should get out more and see the workd" this is NOT WHAT SHE MEANT!

Danny? Is not really feeling the helpful vibes here, Jazz. Fine. He'll hunt down Talia. She'll help him! Surely SHE won't want him to be her new step-dad! Hmmmph! *click*

And THAT! Is how the Bats meet their new Son/Brother-in-Law, Danny. Jazz's baby brother.

@hdgnj @nerdpoe @hypewinter @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @lolottes @mutable-manifestation

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #terrible idea boyfriend au #ho dont do it AU #danny you dont know where thats BEEN au #i guess trash technically IS a taste au #Ra's/Danny #danny/Ra's

[bet-on-me-13]

Ellie isn't allowed to travel alone Anymore

So! Ellie was raised in a Lab by a Genuine Bonefied Supervillain. She was raised to be a Villain as well, so her Moral Conpass is a little skewed.

Sure she *mostly* knows what is right and wrong from Danny's quick lesson before her Adventure around the Country, but she still has trouble separating what is moral and what is not from time to time.

So it's really no surprise that the moment she left Amity Park she somehow ended up being branded a Villain.

Look, it's not her fault she didn't know not to attack the flying guy in Blue Spandex when he approached her! One of Danny's biggest warnings shen she left had been Stranger Danger! She did what any 12 year old girl would have done when approached by a strange Older Man!

Its also not her fault that her powers (being Magic based), managed to affect him! She didn't even use her full power! (She maybe should have kicked him in a different place tho...she hopes he wasn't planning on having kids...)

So she did what her instincts told her to do. She took any money he had on him and ran the hell away!

It wasn't until she was 2 cities over when she saw a newspaper titled, "Little Villain Girl Mugs Superman in Broad Daylight!", that she realized she may have screwed up...

After that, she really had no excuse.

She knew that she probably shouldn't have kept Mugging the Heroes who approached her, but she wasn't a Fenton for nothing! Her Family Motto had always been "Commit to the Bit", and she was gonna stick to it!

So when the Fast Red Guy tried to tie her up, she phased off all his clothes and took off with his money (not the mask, she knew enough not to take that off)

And when the Grumpy Bat Guy tried to corner her with some weird papers he pulled out of his Belt, she just distracted him while her clone picked his pockets and made off with the wheels of his Car. That one made her a pretty penny!

The flying Green Guy was fun, his attacks were just throwing Ghost Candy (pure willpower) at her. He did stop doing do after she nicked his fancy talking Ring however, but it was fun while it lasted

Then she came across a Orange Fish Guy, and he actually seemed nice enough. But she was committing to the Bit, so she took the fancy Trident he had and sold it at a nearby Pawn Shop for some extra cash. He would probably be able to find it, that's why she chose a nearby location.

All in All, her Adventure had been really fun! So she decided to visit Amity Park again to tell Danny all about it!

...

Aquaman walked into the meeting room of the Watchtower, a very frustrated look in his eye.

Barry spoke up first, "Oh! I know that look in your eye! She got to you too didn't she!"

Arthur just glared at Barry for a second before walking over to his Chair, sitting down with a thump. "She is certainly a tricky child."

"What did she take this time?" Clark asked.

"..mttrident..." Arthur grumbled out quickly.

"What was that?" Asked Barry with a twinkle in his eye. He heard it, but he wanted everybody else to know.

"She took my trident, Okay!" Arthur shouted out.

"I feel ya man." Responded Hal, "At least with me she threw it back at me when she realized it wasn't making 'candy' anymore. What did she do with yours?"

"She sold it at a Pawn Shop!" Arthus yelled in frustration, "She managed to steal one of the most Powerful Magical Weapons in the world, the Symbol of the entire Atalantean Royal Bloodline, and she sold it and a Pawn Shop!"

"...how much did she get for it?" Asked Hal.

At this, Aquaman just collapsed to the table and groaned.

...

Alternatively she could have just kept all those things, and gradually built up a collection of all the JLA's most treasured possessions.

She has Supermans Wallet, not very important to him but it was her first mugging

She has Batmans Utility Belt (trackers removed) along with his Tires

She took Flashes Costume Ring (his civilian clothes still stuck inside)

She took Green Lanterns ring as well, but unfortunately it managed to escape after a few days. It was feisty.

And her crowning Jewel is the Trident she took from Aquaman.

(She avoided WW, cause she likes her too much to steal anything from her)

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dc x dp #Dcxdp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Scum #Ellie is a little shit #Ellie is a Supervillain #Technically #She kicked Superman in the Balls and took all his money #And then did the same for basically every other Hero she met #The Public knowd her as a Villain on a power trip who wants to humiliate all the Heroes she can come across #The JLA knows she is just a Kid but still don't know if she is being malicious or not #Arthur knows that the next time he sees that kid it's on sight #Danny is obviously unaware of Ellie's antics #He gets a surprise when Aquaman shows up at his Door asking to square up with his little sister #Danny thinks she just made a new friend #Ghosts bond by fighting trope #Danny walks into the shed late one night to find a pile of Stolen Hero Property

[the-witchhunter]

DP x DC: Ghost x Family

So, back on my cute romcom BS

So the premise. Dani, as Danny's speed grown clone, wasn't the most physically stable. Turns out, it's really hard to speed grow a clone, and even harder when ectoplasm is involved. There's not enough time for the structures to properly stabilize and that leaves the cellular structure pretty weak and prone to breaking down into goo. The ecto dejecto was just a temporary solution and other measures were needed

aka Dani had to essentially grow a body from scratch the old fashion way, so she's now physically her actual age minus a couple months

So Danny, at the age of 20, is the father of a 4 year old Dani and is trying to keep a low profile in Gotham. His and his daughter's existence is still illegal, and being the single father of a 4 year old ghost girl isn't exactly easy. Now Danny has to deal with the very real threat of CPS being called on him by a neighbor, and trying to get Dani into school without either of them having papers for their assumed identity of Danny and Dani Nightingale and money to by fake documents. He'd ask Tucker, but that requires braking radio silence and potentially putting a target on all three of their backs.

Danny, desperate, asks his neighbor Jason to pose as his significant other for a meeting. Jason agrees, but things escalated and frankly he's now emotionally invested and committing to the bit

So now he and Danny have legally been married for about 4 months according to the papers Babs made them. The fake ID, birth certificates, SSNs, and high school diploma for the Nightingales were simple enough for her to do, but man Jason is going to owe her a BIG favor for this.

They move in together, Dani goes to a good private school, Jason is effectively Danny's sugar daddy paying for a sizable chunk of all this, and they are committing to the loving married couple bit, which is hard to do when the new in-laws are detectives

The best part?

Danny has not figured out Jason is the Red Hood, and Jason doesn't know about the ghost stuff. The only one that does? Dani, and she is physically and mentally 4 and watching Jason and Danny fall in love

oh the shenanigans

OR

I've been watching SPY x FAMILY and just need the fake relationship/family turns into a real relationship/found family dynamic. Jason is basically Loid, Danny is pretty much Yor, Dani fills the role of Anya, and uncle Dick is Yuri, except he's doting on Dani.

Dick is a smart man, but I love the headcanon that Jason is his emotional blindspot. Jason? MY Littlewing? He couldn't possibly.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #writing #dpxdc #found family and fake relationship rolled into one #dani has two loving dads #plus she can be friends with Lian #Roy and Jason organizing little play dates #part because the girls are best friends but also because it is a convenient cover for Red hood and arsenal teamups

[zattis]

Ancient Siblings (dpxdc thought)

So y'all know the trope where Danny, as Phantom, is perceived as thousands of years old due to time traveling shenanigans?

During an interaction with another hero (could be the Batfam, could be the JL, who knows), Danny lets it slip that he has a living sister. He doesn't mention her by name, but in just a couple sentences makes it clear that he has a sister that he has known for much of his life. The thing about this prompt is that there are two people that it could lead to.

The easy solution is Danielle, Phantom's little sister. Similar looks, similar power set, could probably fake being fairly old with some help from the ghosts in the zone.

The hard solution is Jazz, his big sister.

Jazz with her towering figure (due to her Dad's genetics), great physical strength (due to her liminality), skill in combat (due to training from her mother and perhaps some swordsmanship from Pandora), and strong sense of justice (due to being on a vigilante team) and human psychology.

Jazz who, through a series of coincidences and matching aspects, could feasibly be mistaken for an Amazon that left Themysicra in favor of Man's World.

The heroes are scrambling to figure out how an undead, interdimensional being at least three millennia old ended up meeting an Amazon and when they decided to call themselves brother and sister. How did these two decide to find family in each other, of all people?!

For her part, Jazz thinks it's hilarious, and would love to get a set of armor to fully commit to the bit.

#dp x dc #danny phantom #dc #danny fenton #jazz fenton #tall jazz

[deadsetobsessions]

What’s in a cape, but the hopes and dreams of the one who bears it?

What’s in a cape, but shelter and warmth for those that receive its protection?

What’s in a hero suit, but a person that’s determined to die in it?

——

Long before Danny Phantom died in his hazmat suit, Bruce Wayne donned his cowl to dive between Gotham and the bullets with faces engraved on them. His cape began to signify fear, for those that harmed Gotham knowingly. But for the rest, it became a sign of protection, of promised vengeance against the crime committed.

And for a select few, the cape was a shelter during cold and rainy patrols. For Tim Drake, the third Robin, it was a warmth he’d never experience past those moments.

When Danny Fenton became Danny Phantom, he’d had wanted to have a cape like the crusader.

Danny wasn’t sure if he wanted to shelter or be sheltered.

But eventually, as things escalated and Danny found himself with less time for normal, personal things, that wish shuddered to an ember. After all, Danny had learned that he doesn’t get the luxury of protection. Not anymore. Which meant he had to be the one doing the protecting. A thousand miles away, as Danny came to terms with it on a clear Amity night, Robin was huddled beneath Batman’s cape to shelter from the pelting rain that came often with Gotham’s gloom.

When Danny got pulled along, invisible and attached to Robin’s side as the vigilante got thrown into a prison, he witnessed Robin talk to his evil older Batman self.

He’s visible again before he knew it, startling the two versions of Robins. Ice slammed into the Robin that became Batman as memories rung through Danny’s head. Where Robin was, stood himself. Where the Evil Robin Batman laid on the floor, covered in glowing ice, was Dan.

Danny died, and became a hero. He just had the unfortunate luck to live to see himself become the villain.

He would never allow Robin to go through it alone, not when Danny had his family and friends to fall back on. Robin, in this cage, ripped away from his team and in the midst of an argument with Batman, was painfully so.

“I’m Phantom.” Danny introduced himself. “Looked like you were in a bit of a spot. I’m sorry for butting in, if you wanted to take care of him yourself.”

“Robin.” Robin was wary. That’s okay. “How are you here?”

“That one’s on you, actually.” Danny glanced around. “Let’s get out of here before edgy future you wakes up. The ice won’t melt, and it’ll be hard to break, but I honestly don’t want to stick around for him to wake up.”

“Can you move him?” Robin eyed their cell contemplatively.

“Sure.”

——

“That seemed personal, earlier.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah. Had the displeasure of meeting an alternate evil version of myself that lost everyone I loved. Kind of hit a sore spot there.”

“…right.”

“No worries, you’re good. My friends and family promised to stay away from explosive sauce.”

“That’s good. So… where do you live?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy?” Danny somersaulted in space next to Robin’s jerryrigged space ship. “Anyways, we’re friends now, so I’ll make sure you don’t live to see yourself become a villain.”

“See, that sounded like a threat.”

“It’s not! I don’t kill! And besides, if you were dead, you’d probably be a ghost, and you’d kick my ass for killing you!”

“Are you implying you’re dead?”

“Not an implication. I’m dead. Kind of. Half. I’m still breathing even if I kind of don’t need to. So, where are your friends?”

Danny will be damned before he let his new friends die in their suits, even if they make the job incredibly hard for him. After all, there’s only room for one dead hero on the team, and that’s him.

#dc x dp crossover #young justice #Tim Drake #I made myself sad #danny phantom #bruce wayne #danny fenton #nasty burger and their explosive sauce #new business idea: jokerized fries and the explosive sauce #I’m poking fun at joker #and Jason #kind of

[amaramizuki666]

Dp x DC crossover

So imagine danny and jazz move to Gotham wither it be willingly or on the run. And danny becomes good freinds with Jason. And one day while with danny, jason invited danny to dinner at his family's place.

So jason brought danny to the manor and danny is like "bitch if your fam rich why you live in 1 bedroom apartment in the worst part of town, make it make since". Anway jason and danny sit at the table with the other batkids. The other batkids look at danny kinda funny, jason forgot to mention he was bringing a freind lol.

So then Bruce entered and sat in his chair. He looked at his children took a bite of his stake then his head snapped back up and looked at his kids again. His eyes honed in on danny.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked looking at danny

Danny looked at Jason uncomfortable

Jason looked at Bruce and let out a exaggerated gasp "bruce have you brought so many kids home you forgot about one of your kids!? And my favorite brother no less"

Bruce raised a brow and Damian yelled "what he isnt one of us!" Pointing at danny

"La gasp, demon brat you forgot about him too, even after everything you both have been together, dick talk some since into these heathens!!" Jason cried his hand over his heart.

"Um sorry I uh dont know who this kid is either" dick says fidgeting

"FOR SHAME, SHAME ON THIS FAMILY!!!" Jason yelled dramatically

Everyone was looking at him and Danny, "kid look can you tell us your name" bruce asked looking at the halfa

And danny being the little shit he is goes "you dont remeber my name?! Your jokeing right dad???!!" His eyes wide crocodile tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Everyone In the room is silenced looking at Danny in confusion and guilt.

"It's ok lil bro I'm always here for you" jason says placing a hand on his shoulder "let's go to place for ice cream ok" Jason says to danny gently, Danny sniffles and nods. Jason then leads them out of the manor.

The rest of the batfam is left thinking what the hell, did they really forget about one of their family members, bruce is like "I'm a horrible father, I forgot one of my babies!!??"

Bonus if to commit to the bit danny goes out on potroal with jason and they meet up with the bats and batman is like "who are you" and jason and danny are like "what the hell dad, you forgot Danny's vigilante persona too, you really are a sucky dad" and like leave.

#writing prompt #writing #danny phantom #danny fenton #dc comics #dc x dp #batfam #dc #jason todd #dc batman #batman #dick grayson #damian wayne

[dcxdpdabbles]

Cave Danny is found out to not be a civilian, because Sam and Tucker hunted him down. Things are already starting to get tense Between Tim and his insistence of Danny being Evil when they show up. Tim holding Danny by his collar, so they assume the worst. Danny calls Sam and Tucker, Selena and Ethan to their faces as they're whipping out weapons of mass destruction, because he commits to the bit even as the bit is falling apart in his hands.

Sam and Tucker, tell Danny to his face that his spontaneous vacation is over and it's time to get his other Rouges back under control before they have to fight the US government again, this time completely destroying it.

Do they address the names they were called? No, they barely call Danny by his name anyway. They straight up call him Phantom and now that cats out the bag.

Yeah, Seems legit.

This is funny cause they would come in screaming his name with guns blazing, and the Batfam would only see a kid version of Selina and Ethan swinging around bulky looks like they came from a low-budget sci-fi movie guns at them.

Bruce's first reaction would be, "That's cute"

His children would trip over themselves to see Bruce's past lovers as kids. A few of them weren't aware Ethan was a possibility.

"Dang B, Catwoman, Two-Face, and Clayface? How many rouges is Bruce Wayne exes with?"

"Do not forget my mother or Ghost Maker."

"No one could ever forget them Dami."

Unfortunately, this falls out of the planned plotline, so Sam and Tucker never meet the Batfam.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Cave Boy au #Mun speaks #Funny to think about though #Am I pushing for Bruce and his league of evil exes? Yes

[theredshirtsarecoming]

First Meetings Who Wrote That Masterlist!

So I hosted a awesome game of WWT with the prompt of first meetings in the @haunting-heroes-creative-games and these are all the fics that came out of it.

the deal about favors by @halfagone

My Nightmares Are a Reality by @finemeal

can you play me a memory by @leithlovesyou

Enchanted (Danny's Version) by @krismiss-cos

Not the Truth We'd Been Seeking by @deathlysilent13

Sparks Fly Whenever You Smile by @disillusioneddanny

Something Known That Was Lost by @akela-nakamura

Disconnected by @seaglass-skies

What Once Was Lost by @arzuera

I Chose to Close My Eyes by @thewritingowl

Inevitable by savvybean

Nice To Know You by @summerssixecho

the hazmat suit by @nikki-pondtheauthor

Lessons on travel planning Nr. 1 - Setting a destination by @sherry-a-h

The World Ends a Year from Tomorrow by @noir-renard

I'll keep you safe in my arms, no matter the cost by @theredshirtsarecoming

Ghosted in Chat (but not like that) by @susiron

The consequences of committing to the bit by @the-kqueeg

Oh Wonder Child by @tathartiel

Tip and Fall by @castrian-amore

#dpxdc #danny phantom #dcu #who wrote that #wwt

[i-am-snowils-admiral]

I think it would be really funny in a dpxdc crossover if instead of Danny actually being Bruce’s son, he just ends up in a very awkward interview as Phantom where someone asked him where he learned to fight so well (he doesn’t fight well) and he panics because he doesn’t want to say something lame so he claims Batman trained him and then because he has already started this he has to commit to the bit and claim Batman is his dad.

Cass immediately clocks him as lying when she sees the video which traveled through JL gossip channels faster than the speed of light but this doesn’t stop Bruce from getting on a plane to go meet his newest kid. He doesn’t even tell the others he’s leaving, they have to chase after him.

#batman #Danny Phantom #dpxdc #I just think it would be very funny if someone wrote that

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 54

The Fenton parents have lost custody. Do to unsafe living conditions. Danny ends up being placed in the system. Jazz did not qualify to take him in.

The adults in the realm were not pleased. Offering to house him in the realm. Danny refuses. They demand a monthly check in at minimum.

That went fine until the foster parents handed him over to the GIW. They got a reward and Danny’s existence in their home wiped.

Danny doesn’t want to think about what’s going to happen if he meets check in. The last two had been them telling him they didn’t approve of the home. They were about ready to force him in the realm.

Red hood bust into the government lab the last day he could check in. Danny full on panics obviously Jason thinks it’s because he was locked up. But nope Danny’s worried frostbite, pandora and crew are gonna busy into the human realm to find him.

Now it’s a race to one of Jason’s safe house because if Danny doesn’t pretend to be somewhere safe it’s gonna be bad. Especially if they found out the GIW had him. Add in the experiments and it gets even better. A hoodie could hide the injuries for the check in.

No one believes him when he says he’s fine. That Danny has been crashing there after taking the realms advice and ditching the foster home.

Frostbite tells the two that they’d be doing weekly check ins now. That Danny can’t be trusted and if anything happened that isn’t handled before they find out it will be dire. Dire for the world of the living.

Now Danny is staying with Jason. They have to commit to the bit until the GIW are handled.

It becomes permanent.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #Danny was very injured during the check internet #frostbite did not fall for the lies #just used it to his advantage #obviously this guy got Danny out. make him babysit until Danny is safe #Jason know has a child in his safe house #if Danny leaves they’ll catch the lie. #at least he knew the kid wouldn’t be homeless #and with the injuries he wasn’t keen on returning the brat yet #Jason will no live it down when the batfam find out #Danny contacts Jazz right away #could lead to anger management #as much as the Fenton parents love there kids they seem to care about experiments more #they do have food come to life #the whole hunting jazz thing. while not as bad as it was saying they didn’t want to hurt her. she was still hunted #besides Jason and Danny could have such a fun vibe #i like the two’s relationships #pandora likes his vibe #even if he needed to be decontaminated #that could be handled later #Jason’s accidentally child acquisition arch #they commit hard to the bit #no turning around #jason todd

[stealingyourbones]

Your asks are back! Im prolly gonna send a few tomorrow bc its late and i have many idea but an idea that Wont Let Me Go:

Danny gets caught by his parents. They dissect him and jazz is the one to free him, but he has to go. Now. But where does he go?

Gotham. The drs fenton went there once and caused enough chaos to be banned from the city or else risk arkham. Its the one place they might not find him.

Danielle goes with him. Maybe shed hunkered down in gotham for a bit, maybe shes passing by amity when sht hits the fan. Either way, its her and danny. They figure it wont be too hard to get by. Break into an empty apartment and hide out there until they get caught, couldnt be too hard, right?

Too bad the building they go for is the one jason stays in, as a civillian, and hes got every apartment on his floor so that the risk of a neighbor seeing him as hood is minimal. Jason has to figure out how these kids got into the apartment and who is making them spy on red hood.

He does this by giving them the one thing kids in need cant afford to turn down- free meals. He invites them over to cook and teaches them how, both to see what hes dealing with and give them those skills once theyre out of whatever situation theyre in.

This goes on for a while before jason had the horrifying realization.

Hes turing into Bruce. Two kids in need with black hair and blue eyes who tense up when vigilantes are brought up? Hes never going to live this down. Probably frantically texts dick(?) About how hes turing into bruce and then doesnt elaborate

Unbeknowst to him, theyve secretly been "treating" him by acting as filters/replacing some of his extoplasm so he can be sure of his control over his feelings. This doesnt necessarily make him 100% calm all of the time, he still gets angry pretty easily, but. Jason gets control of himself back.

As they get closer they start being significantly more domestic. Somehow nobody has crashed jasons apartment while theyre there (they dip invisibly) and jasons relationship with bruce has improved as he no longer has to worry about pit rage taking over. Hes trying to figure out how to break the news to bruce that hes a grandfather even though he hasnt officially adopted them yet.

Dani, on the other side of town, is gossiping with a cool girl at the library named barbara about how shes been trying to figure out how to tell her neighbor that Hes Her Dad Now.

(Danny doesnt call him dad. He cant, anymore. But theyre still family)

Jason decides to introduce the topic of them meeting bruce (because 1. even though its still rocky their relationship has improved and 2. He wants it to be on his terms) and dani bursts out with the "I have a GRANDPA???????" and from there on commits to calling jason her dad and bruce (unmet) her grandpa.

Bruce meets them first and is just. In awe. He has grandchildren. His emotional constipation vs his absolute adoration of the fact hes a GRANDPARENT fight fight fight.

When danny and dani eventually meet everyone theyre all like oh sick bruce picked up a duo this time nice to meet you. And they absolutely cannot comprehend it when bruce and jason walk in and dani goes to jason first. Nobody expected jason to take on bruces adoption tendencies but they should have.

(Also fun hc i couldnt work in naturally but i do fully stand by- the ectoplasm in dannys body does affect his injuries somewhat, meaning he heals naturally very quickly from most ghost fights. Why?

It heales based on emotional healing.

He doesnt really care all too much about the average cut from one of his rogues and they heal within the day, but a hit from valerie takes a few weeks.

The first injury his parents ever gave him still hurts.

He can barely move and cant talk for the first few weeks with jason. Only once he starts feeling safe with him do the cuts start coming back together.)

The casualness of “hi so glad your asks came back” [drops at least 1k worth of fucking stellar content that’s basically a fic] is just making me truly awestruck. God I’ve missed seeing y’all’s neat ideas.

I dont have any words that I can say that could describe just how wonderful this is so I’ll write a lil addition to it instead because I am in love with this sm.

Jason’s point of view when he’s slowly getting better and isnt afraid to meet his family because of the pit rage, has he explained that’s the reason he distanced himself? Do the bats just think that this is simply Jason finally getting the courage to reach out? Do they know that the Pit rage is stopping Jason and do they try to help him by using alternative means of communication? How much do they help and understand.

When Jason experiences his first injury. How much does it hurt? Valerie shoots him with an ectogun. How much is this man in pain for and does he have to fight pit rage inside him to not lash out and attack her after being injured?

And how does his core react to his new kids. This I NEED to know

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #bones replies #this is some stellar writing my guy #ever-after-aaa

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not exactly wild for this wednesday; but i love how jake always looks sleepy.

imagine him coming home later than usual from the studio, especially grumpy considering he also didn’t get much sleep last night (oh so dreaded night owl tendencies, and a constantly musical brain). he sighs and takes off his shoes and coat the second he comes through the door, the air smelling of his favorite warm meal of yours. and when you meet him at the kitchen door with a small smile and open arms, he practically melts on you, humming and hiding his face into your neck.

“long day, sweet boy?” you’d mutter, and he’d sigh (both tired, and absolutely smitten for you)

“would you visit me in jail if i committed just a little bit of manslaughter?” he mumbles, but can’t help the small smile that grows on his face at your giggle

“maybe, i think you’d look hot with some jail tattoos” you run a hand through his hair to push it off his face, while the other one holds his cheek sweetly. jake closes his eyes with an almost purr. “will some casserole and a glass of wine keep your murderous tendencies at bay?”

he smiles, and nods with a yawn. you run your thumbs lightly over the dark bags under his eyes and kiss the tip of his nose. “take a seat, our glasses are already poured. ill fix our plates”

you set his plate in front of him, with warm bread next to it “hopefully its good enough to at least save danny from you. you know i love my daniel” he chuckles into his glass and squeezes your bum lovingly

“you know damn well danny wasn’t the problem” he grumbles. “i’ll become the problem if i have to listen sam and josh bitch at each other over a 5 word sentence again”

you smile into your glass and squeeze his arm, tracing the scar on it lovingly. “im sorry that it wasn’t a productive day, love”

it was fine, really. jake knew that he was just too tired, he probably would’ve bitched about a sentence too if he had the energy.

a warm full belly and a fuzzy wine feeling are enough to make jake’s eyes drop apparently, as he startled awake at the movement of your chair and the clanking of plates. he streches and shakes his head “no, no, let me” a yawn interrupts him “you made dinner, ill do the dishes”

you chuckle, and settle the plates in the sink. “id like you to not fall asleep on the sink and drown, thank you very much” you kiss his cheek, and smile at the soft blush that his face always betrays him with when you baby him, and pull on his arm “you and i are going to bed, after brushing our teeth and doing our skincare, of course. unfortunately we don’t stay this youthful and pretty on wine and casserole”

jake could have a hundred bad days, but in one night, you could wash them all away.

WHEN IS IT MY TURN!??!

#this was so sweet i love sleepy jake #wild wednesday #gvf #greta van fleet #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #danny wagner #sam kiszka #jake gvf #josh gvf #danny gvf #sam gvf

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Hello!  Welcome to Chapter 7.1 and 7.2 of CD&FE.  

Pairing: Jake X Female Reader 

Summary: This is an AU that starts with the release of GVF’s first EP, Black Smoke Rising, and follows along life paths over the course of twenty plus years.  I’m just going to say I’m smiling.  

Content warnings: Total Fluff.  Like Josh’s hair at Red Rocks.  

Word Count: approx. 6.2K 

We’re almost there.  I’m picturing @edgingthedarkness and @takenbythemadness rubbing their hands over the pending last part of this chapter.  It’s…  I can hear them cackling over it still.  But that’s next week.  We’ll just swoon together this week, okay?

CD&FE, Part 7.1: Jake’s POV

     We needed to slow down a bit.  Our families were feeling the effects of us always on the road.  Danny was a single dad and Sam was struggling to keep his own marriage together.  When things got super serious about priorities, it was decided that it would not kill us to pump the brakes.  We would tour heavily the first year out after an album, but then taper off, picking festivals and one offs that were more friendly to the family schedules.  This had a ripple effect for all of us - Danny had more time to spend in his folk sphere and play as a session musician for many of his friends.  Sam was really making strides in his production interests, going so far as starting his own company that kept him busy enough to settle his bouncy nature.  Josh had found a niche that satisfied his time with a camera.  

     That left me.  I had a litany of projects with other bands and musicians, which was great.  But what was keeping me busy in all that newly found downtime was creating tech for rigs.  I had three different editions with a large guitar company issued, along with pedals, and even a few unique electronic pieces that I held patents to.  

      I had found a balance between my commitments with the band, with my commitments to tinkering with the tech side, and being able to fucking live.  I was able to pursue interests apart from music.  I traveled - mostly alone.  It was strange, but I found solace in silent spaces.  It was more than enough to keep myself sane.

      I had a string of relationships that served their purposes at their given time, but nothing stuck for longer than a few months.  I was happy.  No matter what, I was happy.  I felt healthier than I had felt in years.  I got to spend an abundant amount of time with Dad and his bands.  It had become more important since the old man was beginning to actually feel his age.  We’d spend days going from tiny bar to tiny amphitheater to take in acts that we would debate over and appreciate together.

      We were returning to the states after touring Europe in support of our eighth album release, ready to strike out across the States and Canada.  I knew at some point I needed to look at the pending schedule, but we had a few weeks off.  I found myself at my cabin close to Yankee Springs.  Childhood nostalgia aside, it was the best retreat that I could find after the first part of the tour.  The Spring air was crisp and the scrap of snow that still haunted the ground made sure that I was mostly alone in the area.  By the end of the first week, I was actually sleeping like a normal fucking human, and behaving like one, too.

      I finally was able to wrap my head around getting back into work and after bantering back and forth with Sam about meetings with management, I looked at the pending schedule.  St. Paul was towards the beginning of the Midwest stretch.  I closed that shit down and walked out onto the porch with a fresh cup of coffee and my pack of smokes to settle into my old man rocking chair to watch the day go by.  I felt calm as the day whittled away.  My thoughts bent back to Ann Arbor and that girl that had caught me absolutely despising myself for resorting to flirting to get people to see our show.  She had captured my imagination the moment I saw the Deep Purple album between her fingers.  She had my spirit the moment she walked out of my hotel room door without a goodbye.

      Every time my path crossed hers, I fell harder for her.  Each time we parted, the longer it took to recover.  She took parts of my heart every chance she got, while leaving me with parts of her own in hopes of returning to reclaim.  We had been through St. Paul a few times, but I actively avoided any contact.  I supposed that was fear on my part.  I had been with Clara.  I was not that guy.  The last time through, however, I was alone, but I was healing.  I didn’t have the balls to check her socials.  I didn’t have the fortitude to see if she was still with him.  I just hoped that she was happy.

       I was not on the rotation for the big meetings with the suits this time around - Sam and Josh had drawn the short straws, they would whine about it and I just quietly flipped them off.  It gave me a few more days up north.  Danny brought his boys and we spent time down at the lake and running through the woods.  It felt good.  It felt like I was strong.  Ronnie and her family joined us, rounding out our nights with laughter and kids playing.  It was hard not to feel the mind tug back to easier times.  

       Tour started in Nashville and moved east, then across the south, heading west until we landed in San Francisco.  We turned north and worked our way back east with the intent of finishing in Detroit.  Despite small hiccups and a few of us being dogged by respiratory illnesses, we were cruising right along at a good clip.  We had built in family time every few weeks, taking a break to soak up kids and spouses/partners just for the sanity of Josh and Sam.  It was working well.  We had one such break between Rapid City and St. Paul.  Because of school, Danny found himself stuck hanging out with me as we waited for Josh and Sam to have their time.  We decided to push on to the Twin Cities, taking in the river and hanging out.  

      Wednesday I found myself itching to find her.  A voice in the back of my head was whispering, but I wasn’t paying much attention until it was nearly four in the morning.  I decided to check to see if she was even bothering with socials any more.  I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had posted three months prior - a picture of her with a group of friends.  She looked different.  Beautiful as ever, but there was something missing.  A shine?  I noticed that her smile was not as warm, her eyes were not as bright.  I felt a hurt pass over my chest as I scrolled back through, finding no evidence of him.  Was she alone?  I didn’t dare to text the old number I had still residing in my contact list, but I had pulled it up and stared at the picture of the cottage that I had as the profile picture.

      I convinced Danny to go to that pub she had taken me to.  I somehow remembered that there was live music on Thursday nights.  ‘Perhaps’ was the word that I was thinking about throughout the day.  I had no actual guarantee that she was even still in St. Paul.  I had just this tiny hope that she would somehow know that I was in town.  I knew her company was once again handling the graphics and ads for the show.  I also knew that her company was handling not just the show in Minnesota, but in Des Moines, all three shows in Chicago, Milwaukee, and Detroit.  Though it was someone else’s name attached to the team, I hoped that she had seen us on the roster, just as in times before.

      The pub had changed little from the one time I had been there, however, by the time we arrived, it was much more crowded.  I won’t lie and say that I didn’t spend my first twenty minutes looking around to see if she was there, because I did.  Danny was in conversation already with the bartender about the band that was in the middle of setting up on the small stage.  My eyes wandered around, landing on the booth that we had shared.  Everything with Y/n had been natural.  Never rushed.  Quick to laughter.  Always savoring every moment we had together.  It was like we knew our time was always fleeting and we just needed to absorb whatever we could.  Problem was - my  being wanted it like a drug.  Wanted her more than anything to just stay.

      We settled into dinner and a fresh round of beers as the band began to play - mostly covers of well trod tunes.  And they were good.  I sometimes missed the days of finding joy in just playing to play.  There was something to be said to get to hone an entire show, crafting how each piece was played over the course of a tour, but something else entirely to just being in the moment and the honesty in something so small.  Three songs into the set, however, I heard a familiar muted sound.  My brain ran through the guitarist’s rig like one of those fucking TV moments where the character figures out brain surgery or something.  I glanced at Danny before I made my move towards the stage.

      I pointed to the pedal and amp while catching the guitarist’s eye.  He looked at me like I was about to touch his grail or something.  I shrugged and started to turn when the most god awful shriek came across the speakers.  He had such a look of panic that I had to help at that point.  I grabbed the single pedal, disconnecting and tearing off the back.  It was totally fried inside.

     “Fuck no,”  he gasped as he knelt down.

     “Keep playing,”  I remarked as I shoved my fingers around the hot wires.

     It was a fairly easy fix, but I needed more cabling.  I tucked behind the amps, finding what I needed and restrung the whole bit.  By the time I returned to the pedal, six phones were out and up with faces that were beaming behind them.  I smiled and waved, knowing full well my anonymity was blown.  Oh fucking well.  

      “You’ve done this before,”  the guitarist said as I finished hooking him back up.

      “Yeah, Coachella was interesting.  Another time in Mexico City.  Nearly blew up somewhere in Italy once…  Imagine doing this with a few thousand eyes on you,”  I snickered as I took my bow and backed away.

       I was polite and stood for a few fan pictures before making my way back to my nearly cold dinner.  Danny grinned as I reached for my beer.

      “Show off,”  he snarked, leaning his back against the bar top.

      “Poor kid didn’t know he was about to literally go up in flames,”  I said before shoving a french fry in between my teeth.

      Their song wrapped and the singer pointed us out with a big “thank you to Jake fuckin’ Kiszka for your amazing assist”, to which all I could to do is fight an eyeroll and cheer them with a lift of my beer.  By the time I pushed away my plate and finished our drinks, we were ready.  I got the band’s credentials from the pub manager.  I wanted to be sure to send that kid a proper pedal and perhaps some gear, just to help them out, even if he never made it out of the bar scene.  There was no hope of seeing her in the wild, so what was the point of hanging out?  By the time we reached the hotel, our social media manager was on our asses about the “occurrence”.  She scolded us for not taking video ourselves as that’s the shit that gets eaten up.  We should just be thankful that there were a few steadfast fans that were being super positive on the feeds.  Sometimes, this business takes all the fun from the part that really only held what was important to me.

      We were playing Target Stadium come Saturday.  Friday, we welcomed Josh and Sam back in and we spent the evening just going over the set list and catching up on the family.  Mom and Dad would be there for each show from here through Detroit.  It was good to have them close.  I went to bed alone, knowing that she was out there, close, but not nearly close enough.

      Sound check went fine.  It was not the biggest venue we had played, but it was large.  It was something to have our sound pulsing through the air and striking the empty seats.  I was retreating off the stage when I saw a familiar figure, one that I thought I would not be seeing.  Her face was shadowed as she was talking to a few of the suits that were in attendance, but when her eyes met mine, there was a shine that I had desperately missed.  The slow smile that tugged and pulled across her lips set me on an edge that I could only tumble down from.  My feet turned towards her direction, and I was unable to even think about stopping from my path towards her.

      “Deep Purple,”  I said as I approached.

      The warmth of her laugh healed the distance.  She wrapped her arms around my shoulders as she stepped in close to me.  I felt all of me melt against her and hold on for dear life.  I breathed her in as I nuzzled into her neck.  I could care less of how it looked.  I felt her chest quiver against mine and knew she was moved just as much as I.  

      “I’ve been looking for my mouse,”  I whispered and smiled when I heard her breath catch in her throat.

      She moved just enough to allow her lips to meet mine in a chaste kiss.  I could taste tears and wasn’t sure if they were hers or my own.  We hid against each other until we could both recover.  I was sure my heart was leaping within my chest when I saw her eyes filled with the spark that had been missing in the pictures I had just seen of her.

      “I’ve missed this face,”  she said quietly, tracing her fingers down my jaw.  

      I could not stop myself from taking all of her in - the fine laugh lines at the corners of her mouth and eyes.  The way her cheek blushed when she realized I was studying her.  How her hands would not leave my body for more than a second.  Damn, she was the most beautiful she had ever been if I had to compare to all of our meetings.  She had taken my breath away and all of my reason with it.

      Josh called from behind me and I felt the moment get yanked away.  There were a few items left on the day that I had committed to and could not be put off.  I cursed as she frowned, which was only mirroring my reaction.

      “I should’ve-”  she started, withdrawing from me.

      “Wait.  I have these promotions, then…”

      “I knew you were here, Jake.  I should’ve reached out.  You have no time for this.”

      I cursed again as I looked back at my waiting twin and Mom, both wearing the same mischievous look.  “I have another break in about three weeks.  Will you be here?”

      She touched my hair, passing her fingertips across the streaks of gray amongst brown that I had allowed to be seen.  “I’ll be here.  Same number.  Just…”

      It was the best I could hope for.  By the time I hit the stage that night, it was like I was weightless.  I’m sure my brothers were taken aback by my energy of the evening, but they could fuck off.  Mom hugged me tight that night and asked if that was the girl I’d been waiting for - the girl that held me like I was her life.  

      “I’ve waited for her for so long.  I hope I can prove it to her that it’s finally our time,”  I said, as she held onto me.

      “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy, honey,”  she said, filling me once again with all of the emotions of earlier.  

      The joy that had infused me was only spiked further as my phone pinged a notification when we were loading up on the buses.  It was from her.  I waited until I was away from curious eyes to open it.  

      I’ve made some changes.

      I had no idea what she meant, but I desperately needed to find out.

CD&FE, Part 7.2: Her POV

      Four words had never felt so heavy, and yet so freeing at the same time.  

      I’ve made some changes.

      Four words that I hoped were enough to convey that my path had been lost, found and re-paved since our last meeting. My life with Frank had been beautiful.  My life with Frank as we tried to make the long distance between us work was not so beautiful.  We tried.  There was no leeway for him - he had to be in Paris.  I had a little bit of give, working from his tiny little rooms that the university had provided, but my company was once again expanding.  I needed to be present to woo new clients.  I was needed to be present to ensure the quality of our work to our established clients who preferred to work with me in person.  It became us trying to prop up tent poles for a tent so riddled with holes and flooding with water that neither of us could survive.

      In the end, it felt bitter to be walking away after so much was put into the relationship.  It took more than a while to recover.  I fought from throwing myself back into work - which would have been the easiest thing to do. Bury myself in hours away from home; away from being alone.  I sold the apartment that we had so fallen in love with.  Everything was very civil in regards to dividing up the holdings.  I was thankful for that.  I found a little craftsman home from the early 1900s that was further out of the city on a scrap of land where I didn’t have neighbors two feet away from me.  It was… nice.  I continued to work from home three days a week.  I somehow found a balance - one that I knew I had been lacking.

      I took time to go home to my parents.  I took time to spend with my siblings and their families.  I took time to absorb Pat and Sidney’s family.  I took time to mourn my time with Frank.  Finally, I took time to really be well within myself.  I took about six weeks off, first to move into the new space, then to just be a regular human.  I did travel back to Duluth, but did not stay in the cottage that I had with Jake.  I walked the trails that we had slipped and slid across together.  I went to the mansion, but this time the gardens were in full bloom.  I knew my spirit bled for him.  I realized that there was no one else that I wanted.  There was no one else that understood me like Jake did; despite our time together adding up to little more than thirteen days.  DAYS.  

      At first, I did not want to believe that this deep seeded need was love for a man I knew in such an ephemeral manner.  I had promised that man to latch onto someone who could love me where I was.  And I did love Frank.  I am convinced that I loved him deeply.  However, there was always a dogged feeling that not all of my needs were being met - not the way that Jake fulfilled me.  What was wrong with me that I couldn’t fully accept that fact.

     I celebrated my forty-third birthday by doing nothing.  I was by no means feeling old or sad about my age.  Fuck that.  I was feeling better than I had in years.  I was strong and independent and …  When I had seen that the GVF ticket had been passed along to my old position that was now occupied by Cody Youngblood, I knew perhaps I was ready.  I had sheltered in place the last time they had blown through town.  This time, however, I paid attention.  I was upper, administrative management now, no need to sit in on the tasks that were once so important to me.  But I did take notice and follow the progress through.  I wondered if any of them realized that it was now my company that was handling them throughout the Midwest stretch.  We had our tendrils reaching across the states and even into Toronto.  

      I had checked the schedule of shows, knowing that this account was huge compared to even a few years prior.  Live acts had changed considerably with the advent of having streamed shows across multiple venues.  GVF were part of a dying breed that some speculated would be relegated back to playing on street corners and honky tonk bars.  But the band was persevering - along with many others that were proving that live music - not streamed performances - were still best practice.  I was stuck in Des Moines with a project that had simply imploded when I knew there was a break before playing the area in Minneapolis.  The client was pissed off that we had followed their wishes to a ‘t’ and it fell apart just as the project manager had predicted.  I soothed the ruffled feathers and salvaged what I could before trudging home, afraid that I was going to be too late.

     While on the plane, Pat sent me a link with a question if that was ‘my’ guitar player.  A friend of his had been at the pub that night and had video showing Jake helping a band out.  I stared into my screen.  What didn’t seem real was followed by all sorts of accounts that Jake had helped out a young guitarist during their set.  There were pictures splashed all over.  Each new picture came with a fresh fight to catch my breath.  I had to get home.  I needed to make my way to him.

      I was a ball of anxiety as I dressed and prepared to get into the sound check that was scheduled.  Cody was to be there taking care of our company’s tasks, but I thought dropping in would look good on such a large, long-term account.  At least that was my cover.  I passed through security and surprised Cody as he was running through his final digital checks.  It was an amazing set up.  It was hard not to feel the energy in the air.  We were deep in the guts of the stadium when the sound vibrated through my form.  Jake’s playing was unmistakable.  I smiled as we walked up through the layers of concrete until we were in the open air.  A group of techs were standing to the side, making adjustments and honing in on the sound that was needed.  We moved towards a group of management that we knew, and were going over the final touches as the check came to a close. 

      My chest was on the verge of rupture when the band started down the main stairs that would lead them right past us.  I kept my attention where Jake would eventually appear, but I turned away as I heard commotion towards the back of the stage.  My body felt hot and jumpy the longer I waited.  He was here.  He was so close.  I wondered if he would be happy to see me.  I panicked at the notion that he may just walk past me without acknowledgement.  I had not contemplated that part.  I just knew I needed to be here, at this time.  

      He had his head down as he descended the metal stairs.  I smiled at the amount of silver that had invaded his hair.  Clad in sunglasses, he looked soft in trousers, boots and a pull over.  I was glad to see that the mustache and goatee were in place, but once again, speckled with gray in the best way possible.  How was this man aging like this?  He was even more handsome compared to his form from years before.  He looked up and paused.  I hoped that he saw me - that his slowing of tread was because of me.  He took his sunglasses off and my breath stopped completely.  He was walking towards me, eyes filled with recognition and warmth.  I had no idea if it would be any kind of touch until he called me ‘Deep Purple’ and I had no choice but to fall into his embrace.

       There’s a feeling that can overcome you when you pull on your favorite outfit, or snuggle down into the right blanket, or how the sunshine hits your face after you’ve been upset and you just know it’s all good.  The moment he touched me was like all three moments in one.  Every inch of me felt right.  I felt elevated.  I could feel his body shaking against mine, like he was totally filled with joy and anticipation.  I felt like I whimpered as his mouth passed against the exposed skin of my neck.  It was by no means anything other than him trying to get closer, but just the feel of his breath against my skin was enough to know he was right there with me - in the same mindset.  

      Damn.  He called me ‘mouse’ and I lost it.  All of the emotions struck like a tide. His lips met mine.  My chest swelled with a pain of need and want and lust and most of all love.  Love that was passionate and greedy.  Love that was consuming.  Love that was nurturing and unquestioning.  Love that was his. 

     I heard his name being called.  I knew I was in the final seconds of whatever this was.  I did not want to let go.  My spirit tried to reach out and cling to him as he had to continue to work.  But the need for him to stay was shared between us.  I could see it in him - he did not want to go.  I touched his face, brushing away tears for both of us.  They called for him again and a look flared in his features that I wasn’t sure if he was about to explode in rage or melt into me with need.  I knew I was stammering to get words out.  I always felt like his time was precious.  Never more so than in that rush that was beginning to tug at him.  I watched as he physically struggled against it.

      Three weeks.  He said three weeks.  I’ve waited nearly twenty years, what was three more weeks?  

     Rarely do I ever take advantage of tickets for events that we get for free through work.  However, that night, I was in a VIP box watching Jake strut around like a god.  Those few around me noted that he seemed different - lighter.  I did not move from my spot the entire time, watching him laugh and interact with his brothers and the crowd.  I wondered if he knew I was there.  I should have texted him, but I needed this for me.  The last little scrap to tear away and accept that the man that the whole damn stadium was screaming for was mine.

      Three weeks.  I needed to focus on getting the rest of my shit in place.  I was by no means quitting, but I was stepping up and through an opportunity that would allow much more flexibility and time away from the office.  I purchased a ticket to get to the Detroit show.  It was my whole focus.  He texted every night, while I answered every morning.  I wanted to drop everything and run to him.  Strange how things had changed.  I had spent so much time focused on the now - but I wanted that ‘now’ to be nothing but him.

      “I’m happy for you,”  Patrick admitted as I was carrying my bag out to set by the front door.  “You’ve thought this through.  This is what you want.”

      “It’s what I want,”  I replied as I rushed back to get my light trench coat from the back closet.  

      “It’s good to see you this happy, Y/n,”  he said with a grin.  “The girls are going to miss you fiercely.”

      “I won’t be leaving forever.  Just not around quite as much,”  I said as I made sure my ticket was waiting in my phone.  “And perhaps their favorite auntie will send them all sorts of shit from all over that will drive their daddy crazy.”

      He shook his head with a naughty look.  “You do and I’ll break each one before it gets into their hands.  They’re still young enough that I can open and censor anything that you send.”

      I laughed loudly.  The incident of the harmonicas, kazoos, and slide whistles still gets talked about years after the actual occurrence.  Or the slime-fest that Auntie Y/n promised and was met with unexpected consequences of it in the girls’ hair and staining outfits for days.  The glitter shooters.  The craft fairs that we would hold in Sidney’s living room were epic, but glue, beads and cutouts were not furniture friendly.  And best of all, at the end of it, I could kiss them all and walk away from the annoyed parents and happy children.  

      “Regardless, they’re going to miss their Sunday time with you,”  he said, his lips held tight.

      “I’ll miss you too, Patty,”  I said softly.  “But I’m not going far, or for that long.  We’ve got a lot to figure out yet.”

      He was nodding, but I knew he was just hiding what he wanted to say.  They were concerned for me.  Hell.  I was concerned.  I never threw anything to the wind like this.  Every step I made was measured and planned and had a direction that had an end goal in mind.  This whole time.  My goal for now however, was Jake.  My direction was him.  I said I was not one of those girls to drop everything for a man.  That was true.  I still wasn’t.  But I was to a point in my career that I could dictate my role and my projects. 

     “I love you,”  I said, coming to a stop in front of him.  “I’ve loved you since second grade when you told me that I had a booger on my forehead.  I love your family.  I love your kids.  Fuck if I miss much of that, right?”

      “Love you too, punkin,”  he whispered, tugging me close. 

      I was on the flight to Detroit when I saw that Jake texted a picture from the stage of Comerica Park.  My heart flooded with his words:  Tomorrow morning will be here in less than twelve hours.  He was counting down.  I had a car waiting for me at the airport that would take me to the hotel before dumping everything and running my ass off to get to the venue.  I had a ticket for one of the boxes, but also told Cody to expect me backstage.  He was a sweetheart about it, knowing that I was not going to be there to see him.  That ruse had been blown.  He just said that all my passes would be at the will-call window.  True to his word, everything was there.  

      I got a beer and tucked into my spot - on Jake’s side, overlooking the stage.  I could not hide the absolute joy that flooded my system as they hit the stage and the whole stadium exploded in sound.  I had no idea how long the tears were standing in my eyes, or how they started to trail my makeup down my cheeks, but I was ruined by the midpoint of the show.  Amidst blushed cheeks and racoon eyes, I ducked out of the box and could only hope that I was able to hide my mess until I got to the ladies room.  I could hear Jake commanding another solo and it was like reverberating off my bones as I tried to pull myself together.

     “Hey, honey, you all right over there?”  

     Fuck.  I was totally caught being overstimulated and over emotionally wrought in the fucking bathroom.  I was reaching for a wad of towels when the woman who was asking me my status came into view of the mirror.  My insides froze.  She froze as well before she quickly recovered.  I had seen pictures of his mother that he had shown me during our time in Duluth.  I had seen her at the exhibition for Clara, though from a far distance.  

     “Well, I’ll be,”  she said, her tone shifting as she moved to get me more towels.  “You’re Y/n if I’m not mistaken.”

     I bit into my lip trying to stall just long enough to catch my breath.  I had no voice to give her so I nodded.

     “Jake said that he would be flying to St. Paul the moment he came off stage,”  she replied with a small grin.  “Guess he won’t have to now.  It’s nice to meet you.  I’m Karen.”

      “Y/n,”  I said, as I met her gaze through the mirror.

      “So, I’ll ask again - you okay?”

      I sucked in a hard breath.  “Just having a moment.  I don’t normally do things like this, but…  Honestly.  I didn’t want to wait.”

      The smile that spread across her face was so like Jake’s in those quiet, over the top moments that he could barely hold himself together that it just caused all the emotions to rupture out of me all over again.  She hushed and cooed as she rushed to help once more.  I tried to warble out a thanks, but it just made things worse.  It started with a chuckle, then a laugh and landed in a sob that was not my own.  Karen had her own tears in her eyes as she wiped at her face.

      “You really do love my boy, don’t you,”  she sighed, as if just giving herself over to her own emotions.

      All I could do was nod my head and we both just blurted out in a shared moment of joy.  She was waving her hands wildly as she was trying to reign herself in.  A ray of light shot across her features as she froze.

      “I have an idea!”  she announced.  “I’m not sure how you were planning on reaching him, but I think we need to really do this right.  Wait… How were you going to surprise him?”

      “I have backstage access.  I was thinking about trying to meet him after-”

      A twinkle crossed her gaze. “You’re with me.”

      She wrapped her hand around my wrist and pulled me out of the restroom and down the walkway.  We rushed past the box that I was in and moved instead into one just beyond the barrier that read ‘No One Beyond This Point’.  She pushed open the door to reveal a near identical box that I was in, but this one was furnished with a sidebar filled with iced drinks and snacks.  There were about twenty people in the room, all were just visiting and watching every now and then.  This was the family.  I felt way out of place as Karen waved me towards the glass.

     “Hon,”  she called out as we approached three men that were tucked at the fore.  “Hon…”

      The moment the man turned to look at his wife, I knew it was Jake’s father.  The way he leaned into her and listened and reached for her…  Fuck.  It was all Jake.  The shy little smile.  The secret language that he was able to share with his wife was all on display.  His eyes turned to me and he was instantly on his feet.  

      “Wow, fancy meeting you here,”  he opened with a wide smile.  

      “We have to surprise Jake.  You in?”  Karen beamed as she wrapped her arm around her man.

      “Jake doesn’t like surprises,”  Kelly remarked, brows furrowed.

      “He’ll like this one,”  Karen stated with finality.

      I couldn’t help the spike of nervousness that invaded as my eyes turned towards the glass.  Jake was stomping across the front of the stage racing towards the encore.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but how awful would it be if his parents were ready to spring right into whatever was ahead for the two of us.  I listened to them banter about how Jake was so looking forward to seeing me - how he had gushed over how we seemed to be the proverbial ships passing in the night over and over.  I looked down as the spotlight dimmed across him before he stepped forward again to be awash in brilliant light.  The silver in his hair was a halo around him.  My heart thudded in my chest at the sight.  I was putting myself in his parents’ hands.  How the hell did this happen?  

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You Keep Slipping From My Grasp 2/7

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He felt arms wrap around his chest, pulling him up and out of the water. He gasped as his head breached the surface, and he came face to face with a young woman.

“Sir! what is that creature you came on!?” the woman asked him. He turned to where she was pointing, and saw a tentacled creature rearing back to attack them. He grabbed a sword that had been lying on the ground, and charged forward, ready to defend.

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“Daaaad,” Dani groaned, hanging off Danny’s arm as he flew towards Clockwork’s lair. “Can I pleeease go with you to see Batman? I’m an expert on him!”

“First of all, you’re an expert in Robins and the best way to annoy them, and that’s not the same as being an expert in Batman. Secondly, you and Jazz have been quizzing me nonstop about the guy, I think I’m prepared!”

Dani pouts, “I just think he’s super cool. Besides! I know you’re a coward and you’d never actually talk to the guy without someone pushing you.”

Danny stops to turn to face Dani.

 “Sweetie, I know you have a lot of experience hopping between dimensions and multiverses, but this situation is a bit different. Clockwork’s said he specifically sent me because I’m more resistant to the ill-effects of dimension-manipulation magic as an Ancient of Doors,” he takes a breath, making sure Dani’s full focus is on him.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

Dani is still pouting, so Danny reaches out to take her face in his hands.

“I promise when this is settled you can drag me to meet Batman or annoy one of the Robins– whatever you want.”

Slowly, Dani turned wide, watery eyes to Danny. He was only able to keep looking into her puppy eyes for a short while before throwing his hands up in exasperation.

“Ugh! Fine! I’ll ask Clockwork if you can at least watch, but I don’t know how much you’ll actually be able to see due to whatever’s blocking him.”

“Yes! Good enough!” Dani whoops, before speeding ahead towards Clockwork’s Lair.

Danny chuckled before following after.

————

Mordecai had been set to investigate what witch lived in Gotham nailing bats to Church doors. But his eyes were not as clouded as his brothers’, for he knew witches were less common than they liked to believe.

For example, this bat was nailed to the door with a knitting needle Goodwife Tyler had been using just yesterday. Mordecai knew too that Matthew Tyler would often beat his wife and had gone missing not long ago.

Of course, when he brought this to the attention of his fellow witch-hunters and peace-keepers, Brother Malleus had just insisted that Goodwife Tyler must be a witch and sent her to be dunked in the river until she confessed or drowned. Until Mordecai stopped him, that was.

Frustrated with the events of the day, Mordecai set out for the woods to meet with Annie. Many suspected her of being a witch, but she was the only one whose company he found solace in.

They talked of many things together–the accusations of her being a witch, their mutual distaste of Malleus, and Mordecai’s struggle to remember anything before waking up in Annie’s cabin almost 2 weeks ago.

Annie told him too of losing her parents, and being shunned to the woods. Of feeling a bit lost in the twists and turns of life. Mordecai had said then, “We have something in common Annie… both of us lost in our way.”

————

Danny leaned against a tree, watching Batman and Annie embrace. While he had watched Batman walk around Gotham, using investigative techniques to uncover the lack of witches, he had been mostly impressed that Batman had stayed so committed to his morals even without his memories.

Danny was entranced watching Batman insist on finding a different path forward beyond just declaring anything odd as witchcraft. It was exactly the kind of behavior Danny sought to promote as Ancient of Doors.

But the conversation he overheard between Batman and Annie was like a bucket of ice water over him. The reminder that Batman was separated from everything he knew, and everything that made him Batman. While he knew he could not actually do anything in this situation, and that even trying would probably lead to something worse, Danny yearned to help the hero he had grown so fond of, both from his own observations and the stories from Dani and other ghosts.

————

“The dragon’s been sighted in the woods! All witch-hunters fall in!”

Mordecai climbs on his horse, preparing to follow. He may not believe in this dragon, but clearly something is going on. The witch-hunters head into the woods, in the direction opposite Annie’s cabin. 

But when they arrive, there’s no dragon—only the bones of seven men. 

Mordecai hops off his horse to examine the bodies. 

“Do you say now that witches and dragons don’t exist, Brother Mordecai?” Malleus asks. 

“No, these men were dead before their flesh was eaten. See there— Matthew Tyler, his head caved in with what was probably a kitchen ladle.”

“Enough! You blame a ladle for this? When there’s a witness?” Malleus turns to face a villager that had come with them, “Tell Brother Mordecai what you saw.”

“It was a great beast, with seven heads and ten horns, just as the scripture tells. Each head was feeding on a different man…but when the bats came out to hunt, it fled.”

As the man spoke, Mordecai felt a sense of familiarity. In his mind, the image of a maw surrounded by thrashing tentacles arose. 

Malleus continued, oblivious to Mordecai’s mental turmoil. “I will protect this town, as is my duty to god! They say an eclipse of the sun will come tomorrow, and by then, we will be ready!”

“An eclipse? There was something about an eclipse…” Mordecai muttered.

Malleus kept talking, but Mordecai was no longer listening.

With nothing to hunt, the witch-hunters left back to Gotham. Mordecai left to find Annie, to warn her of what was coming. 

“You’re not safe here Annie. Malleus is a fanatic, and he doesn’t care about logic. I fear it’s only a matter of time before he sets his eyes on you. There’s something else too… something in these woods. The creature that attacked me, that night you found me. I remembered a bit more when I saw the traces of its destruction. It wasn’t the Church that sent me here, Annie. And I remember a dead man was with us… wearing these clothes.  You took them from him and gave them to me, didn’t you? These are Mordecai’s clothes!” He grabbed on to her arm to keep her from fleeing. She didn’t answer for a moment, but he held her gaze.

“I saw you rise from the water myself. You came when I called. That’s all I know.”

“Called? Where did I come from? I need you to take me there, Annie!”

“Fine. It’s private, hidden. It belonged to the Miagani who were here before us. It means bat-people.” She stood to lead him to the cave where she met him, “I’ll tell you more when we get there, but we’ll have to travel through the night.”

“Always bats…” He mutters.

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“I thought Danny said you couldn’t actually see much of what was happening? This is actually pretty clear.” Dani asked from her suspended upside-down position in front of the gear that followed Danny and Batman.

Clockwork turned to her, a small but smug smile on his face. “Well, it’s not totally clear…”

Dani narrowed her eyes at him. “You have some ulterior motive here don’t you, gramps…”

Clockwork turned back to the screens. “Well, I doubt it’s dissimilar to your motivations in encouraging your father to try talking to Batman. He could do with some… companionship.”

Dani looked horrified for a brief moment, thought for a bit, before an evil smile spread across her face. “While I feel like I should be grossed out that you’re trying to set dad up with someone, I think it’d be hilarious to show up at the Robins’ house as their new stepsister.”

“Then, we’re in accord, young Dani?”

“Oh yeah, I’m excited to see where this is going, gramps.”

Clockwork turned to another gear, and pressed his staff to it, showing a different image. “If you’re interested, I might have a mission you can undertake that would make this more… ‘fun’ for you.”

“I’m in!”

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The cave was dark, illuminated poorly by the torch Annie carried. And yet, he couldn’t help but note there was something about these caves that felt like…home.

“It was you, wasn’t it? You weren’t out gathering herbs as you told me. It was you who summoned the dragon that killed the real Mordecai, wasn’t it?” he asked, watching Annie.

“I only wanted to chase him away. They sent him to hunt me! All those witch hunters playing at saints, but they don’t shy away from destroying the land and slaughtering animals and other people. The Miagani who were here before us had the right of it, so yes, when Mordecai was sent to hunt me, I prayed to their gods and asked for someone to save me. And then, you came, riding on the back of that thing they call the dragon. If you want to say I’m guilty of being a witch because I worship gods that are not theirs, then I’ll confess to you. My gods are not their god or their devil.” 

Mordecai heard something in the quiet after she finished speaking.

“Annie, we have to get out of this place right now. There’s something down there-”

On cue, the tentacled creature rose from the water to attack.

“Run Annie, run!” he yelled, pulling out his swords to fend off the tentacles. He managed to cut one off before he was pushed back by two more. He stumbled, and reoriented himself, preparing to charge back in, but was distracted by quick footsteps approaching. Fearing Annie had returned, he turned to tell her to run again, but stopped short at the sight of a white-haired man in dark leather armor running toward the monster with his sword drawn.

“Look out!”, the other man shouted. Mordecai turned and ducked under an incoming tentacle. He heard a slashing sound as the white-haired man fended off more tentacles heading towards them. The two quickly fell into a rhythm as they fought the dragon, green tentacles and water falling around them as they danced and wove together.

Finally, Mordecai saw an opening at the creature’s mouth. He launched himself forward, sword aimed ahead.

His head breached the water, and he could only splutter and scrabble to keep his head above the water. He made his way to the beach ahead.

“Can’t forget this time… Man of Bats…”

————

Batman was gone now, and so was the tentacled monster. The residual energy from Batman’s jump felt the same as before. 

Danny stepped out of the cave, noting that the eclipse had occurred, and the sun was now peeking out again.

He opened a portal, stepping back into Clockwork’s lair, sighing heavily. He set his sword down, and stretched out his shoulders.

“So…” he started, staring at Clockwork’s back, nervous.

“I’m not mad, Danny. I think you did the right thing.” Clockwork turned to face Danny, smiling slightly. “Come here, and give me your sword.”

Danny came to stand next to Clockwork in front of a lab he must’ve set up while Danny was gone. Danny put his sword on the table. Clockwork got to work taking a sample of the monster’s blood that was still on it.

“I asked your parents to come, as I thought we may be able to make use of their expertise in figuring out what is causing Batman to travel through time. While we’re waiting, we might as well check to see how the monster might be related to what’s happening. I assumed you didn’t read the energy of the monster for yourself.”

“No, I’m sorry Clockwork. Everything happened so quickly, and I just-” 

Clockwork put his hand on Danny’s shoulder to cut him off. “I think you handled everything just fine, Danny. It was a stressful situation, and you jumped in to protect Batman, which was good. In any case, we still have the blood from the creature, so we can still just examine that. You made the right choices in the situation, Danny. I don’t want you getting stuck thinking that you could’ve been better when you did what was needed. Now, we just need to focus on next steps.”

“Thanks, Clockwork.” Danny said, smiling slightly. He held out his hand for the blood sample, which Clockwork gave him. 

“Now, focus, and see if it’s similar to the energy you detected off Batman before.”

Danny did as Clockwork directed. The energy from the blood felt faint, but Danny was still able to feel it. “It feels the same,” he told Clockwork.

Clockwork nodded, taking the vial and setting it down on the table. “Let’s leave this for your parents to study when they get here.”

“CLOCKY! GRANDPA! I’M BAAAACK!” they heard shouting from below, before Dani, in her human form, popped her head through the floor, her tongue sticking out.

“OH! Dad’s here! Great! Pops and Nana are on their way up too.” Dani finished pulling her body through the floor before running to squeeze between Clockwork and Danny. 

They heard the clomping of Jack Fenton climbing the stairs, and a moment later they saw Maddie’s red hair.

“Dann-o! Clockwork called us to say you found something new and mysterious! Tell us everything!”

Clockwork chuckled. “How about we sit down for some tea and hot chocolate first. I see Mrs. Fenton brought fudge, and I should be able to find some cookies I got from an old friend.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Danny said, smiling.

A/N:

I'm not exactly trying to shy away from "darker" themes, but yeah if I'm not in the mood, I'm definitely going to keep away from things I think are over a certain line.

On that note:

Deliberately didn’t include what happens to Annie in the end, because I felt like it would change the overall tone of this story considering how serious that matter is. Similarly, tried to cut out most of the bible talk, but honestly considering where my biases lie and also just embodying Annie when writing her great rant, I gave up cutting all of it out. I'm hoping it's not too bad.

Spoiler-ish of what happens to Annie if you are planning on reading Batman: Return of Bruce Wayne:

It's not good, but definitely not as terrible as I fear I'm making it out to be. Think 'typical violence against witches'

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