#Summoned King AU

[ew-selfish-art]

DPx DC AU: Danny learns that he can change his summoning ritual and decides to go chaos mode with it i.e. A viral tiktok trend.

Danny ascends the throne and it's honestly pretty alright as far as new jobs go. He states a few opinions, makes sure no one goes to war and is slowly integrating a community service sentence to Walker's prison. It's not a bad gig, and considering the troves of gold he's now owner of, it doesn't pay too shabby either.

His main problem with the job isn't even his constituents (he likes to think they would vote for him over pariah), it's all these loony death cults! They keep summoning him with Pariah's old cold sign and it's driving him insane- After a very unhelpful smirk by CW, a long study session in GW's library and some help from Ember (she knows drama like no one else) Danny finally has a new summoning ritual.

Of course he swapped out the blood and bone for like, sour gummies and random shit he had in his backpack at the time. A TI-84. And yes, the Latin chant is that one super-fast bit of Rap God preformed to a BTS dance at speed.

But rather than keep this to himself, he gets Sam (who has a thriving plant and protest community following) to record her completing this ritual and Danny being summoned. Why? Cause it was a very specific to Sam skill that they didn't know if people could replicate and it gives Danny some plausible deniability that he tried to make it difficult when CW asks.

Posting it makes it very quickly go viral as people attempt to call it fraudulent but sure enough, Danny is now traveling the world at a moments notice.

Which is great cause it's summer and he's bored in Amity anyway (He's going to change it before he starts university in September, duh), and its even better because the second a lame ass death cult brings him forward to, like, destroy the planet, a slumber party or influencer has already summoned him away. Shit, he even met a few celebrities this way! Plus, turns out that most death cultists aren't able to rap!

Reality hit him pretty hard when he got summoned to an office space that is clearly a base of operations and the summoning spell locked him in. Literally, he has no idea how to get out of this binding spell- Danny definitely hadn't realized that was an option. Taking in the Justice League members in front of him, plus one trench coated menace, Danny groaned for a moment before thinking to ask:

"Wait- Which one of you was able to do Rap God? And the dance? Please tell me someone thought to film that!!"

#dcxdp #dpxdc #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #summoning au #ghost king danny au #Danny: Fine instead of waiting to be summoned at random ill just be summoned all the time everywhere #Danny: I will go zero to one hundred because fuck it we ball #Sam is very talented in this and i will not explain #pick ur fave hero for the performance lmao but you lose points if you pick a side kick/ younger hero #also thinking about this as the john constantine method like going from a whole soul to sooo many pieces #Danny denies starting the viral trend when they interrogate him but he doesnt deny preferring this to boredom

[dat1angel]

Okay so, we love the trope of 'Ghost King Danny gets summoned when cult was trying to get Pariah Dark' in this fandom but like... how does it actually work?

Hear me out.

So the summonings only become Danny's problem after he becomes Ghost King by right of conquest, but why are people summoning Pariah Dark? Or trying to, I should say. Because judging by how he was never an issue before Vlad opened the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep, we can probably assume that the sarcophagus blocked any summoning attempts. And he's been locked up for centuries. So wouldn't word eventually get around in the magic community that the summoning ritual doesn't work? Are these cults just going for it and hoping that they'll be lucky and it'll work for them even though it hasn't worked for anyone for thousands of years? Are the cults just trying different stuff all the time cause they think that it's just that nobody has gotten the ritual right?

And how can we fit this idea into fics? You can have a really funny scenario of the first cult to attempt summoning after Danny takes the title. The summoning circle starts glowing and the cult goes 'Omg it's actually working?!'. But then they finish the ritual and it's just... some teen? Or if we go dpxdc(or some other crossover with heroes) and a hero is dealing with said cult? They consult their local magic knowledgeable person and are told 'Oh yeah, go ahead and stop them so they don't blood sacrifice anyone but don't worry too much, that ritual doesn't work'. So they're rounding up these cultists and maybe they interrupted a summoning attempt or a cultist makes a shoddy attempt as a last ditch effort and suddenly Danny is there. The hero is just like 'I thought this ritual was supposed to not work!!!'.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #danny phantom #danny fenton #ghost king danny #ghost king phantom #ghost king au #ghost king summoning

[dcxdpdabbles]

If possible could you do the Batkids summoning the Ghost King on a dare?

It starts with Tim because most insane things do. Kon had sent him a link to a trend, asking him to try it the next time Young Justice got together.

He made the mistake of clicking on the link while sitting near his siblings in the gaming room. The audio is also on full blast because he didn't realize his headphones were out of battery.

Thus while waiting for his turn to play Mario Kart, a loud male moan echoes from his speakers. Tim freezes in his seat, staring at his phone in horrified betrayal, as seven heads snap in his direction.

"Ugh, Timmy? Those are videos you should be watching alone" Dick says with half a teasing smirk. "I know you're growing up and are curious about-"

"It's not like that! It's a summoning circle!" Tim yelps, turning the phone around. On his screen, five male teenagers sit in a circle, each holding hands. Moaning. The caption reads, "Summoning the Ghost King! What's your offer?".

"What the hell?" Jason squints as the teenagers in the video burst into laughter. They jeer and taunt each other good naturally, indicating the random moaning was in jest.

"Oh, I know that trend!" Cullen chirps from the floor. He's been hugging the bowl of chips all night, laying down on his stomach to keep it guarded from the others. "Basically, you try to summon the Ghost King by offering something random. Guess he doesn't respond to human sacrifices or the typical stuff, so people have been getting creative. I once saw a group of girls who burned their training bras and offered the King the ashes. The point is to pick the weirdest thing you can think of."

"That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard. We have to try it." Steph announces, standing up. She pushes the coffee table out of the way. The rest of their siblings, who weren't as into the speeding game, perked up in interest. "What do we need?"

"Um," Tim scrolls through the comments. "We need four never before lite candles, each placed in the positions of the four directions. We have to sit crossed leg in a circle holding hands and call out to the King with a poem, and at the end, we make our offering."

Harper springs up. "I got some candles! Do they matter if it's scented?"

Tim checks online. "It's not recommended, but it's fine if they are."

"This is idiotic! Attempting to make contact with the Ghost King is far too dangerous. I shall take no part in this foolery!" Damian cuts in, face twisted into a- surprisingly- nervous frown. His hands are clasped tightly over each other while his eyes roam the room looking for unseen threats. If Tim didn't know any better, he said the brat was scared.

"Aw Dami, if you don't want to do a summons, we can play the game of life or something. It's okay to be scared of ghosts" Dick says, placing his hand on the kid's shoulder. He was obviously trying to comfort the kid but it has the opposite effect.

"I am not scared of a mere ghost!" Damian hisses. "I am merely stating we should not bother forces well out of our leagues!"

Jason snorts, planting himself on the ground as Harper returns. She had four different color candles, purple, blue, black, and green. After consulting with Cass- a human compass-she placed them facing the east, west, south, and north.

"Why did you make that disgusting noise Todd?" Damian demands narrowing his eyes at the striking man.

"Just admit you're scared of ghosts, brat. No one is going to judge you for it."

"I said I was not scared of a mere ghost. The Ghost King is far more powerful then-"

"Alright, alright. Damian is too much of a scary cat to play, but who else is in?" Steph cuts him off, a knowing glint in her eyes. The youngest flushes angrily before he marches between the green and black candle and sits with his legs crossed. A nasty scowl is playing on his lips, likely not noticing the high-five Jason and Steph share for getting him to join.

Cass gracefully falls right next to Damian, offering the younger boy a small. His scowl lessens just a little. Cullen crawls his way over, pressing the bowl of chips to his hip protectively once he's sitting up. He ended up between the green and the purple candle, offering Cass a smile. Harper lands next to Cullen, cracking her neck as if preparing for a fight.

Dick does an unnecessary flip over the couch to take the place between the purple and blue candles. Next to him, Steph sits, her knee bumping the blue candle slightly. Jason struts over to sit next to Steph right between the blue and black candle. Duke shares the space with him, giving just a slightly nervous chuckle as Tim and Babs push the black and green candle apart a little to squeeze into though Babs remains in her chair.

"Alright, so the person with the candle on their right side has to light it. Do it at the same time. Once that happens, we join hands and do chat about the poem. Says only one person has to say the words, but if you want, I can send the link in the family group chat so we can all say it?" Tim waits to see them consider it, but Cass excited nodding has him copying the link he found on an online forum. A few dings go around the room as everyone checks their phones. "Now we have to decide on a sacrificial offering."

"We should do our most embarrassing secrets," Jason suggests.

"No, no, our fabulous hair!" Dick perks up, flipping said hair in a dramatic flair.

"It has to be something we all share," Tim says, eyeing Duke's short hair.

The other teenager makes an offended noise. "My hair is fabulous!"

"We offer the gay." Cullen cuts in. The rest turn to look at him as he wiggles his fingers. "Ohhhhhh! We're all fruity~! Spooky!"

"Babs isn't," Dick puts in only to see his best friend shake her hand in a so-and-so motion. He gapes at her before throwing his head back and laughing "We really do flock together!"

"So we agree? The gay?" Tim tries to say seriously, but his lips are twitching too much, trying to suppress a smile. There is agreement around the circle. He gives on a single node before passing around the matches Harper had brought. "How are we going to do this, though. Do we just shout, "I'm gay," or are we giving material things?"

"Let's write our gay awakening on a piece of people," Babs suggests grabbing her bag from where it hands on her chair handles. She tucks out a spiral notebook and a few pens. "I read that summoning needs something physical."

Everyone agrees as they pass along the notebook, writing down their awakening. Tim raises a brow at Damian's "Jon Kent" but doesn't call him out for it. After all, Conner Kent goes under his little brother's writing in his own writing.

He does wonder who Danny Fenton is, but knows better than to ask Cass about her life before the manor.

"Okay, let's do this! On the count of three- one-two-three!" Tim calls, watching Damian, Harper, Steph, and Duke simultaneously lite at the candle. They all hold hands, reading off phones that are prompted up by either their legs or kickstands on cases.

"We call upon the Undead King,

The one who bridges the realms,

The one who wields the Ring,

The one who will lead dies and breathes!"

There is a moment of silence where Tim swears he feels a slight shock along his fingertips, but it passes too quickly for him to care. Seeing as he is the ring leader, he calls out to the air. "Oh great King of the Dead, my siblings and I offer you a list of our gay awakening!"

"Stop, stop!" The youngest yells, leaping to his feet. His eyes are wild, scrambling to a far wall like a cornered animal. "No! He's coming!"

"Coming out the closet, like mama, I like boys, I like pecs

Like the arms when they flex!" Stephs suddenly sings, swaying in her seat. Everyone laughs before joining, and Tim wonders if they should have recorded this when suddenly Damian shrieks.

"Damian, who-"

The candles' flames all turn green as a haunting voice echoes through the room. "Your sacrifice has been accepted."

Tim's mouth drops open as the flames rise into the air forming a portal of liquid green. Familiar green. No wonder Daimain had been so scared. That was Lazarus Pit water. This meant this was the real deal, not just a random trend popularized by stupid teenagers.

Leaping Lizards Batman.

"What-what do we do!?" Cullen yelps as a burst of wind rips around the room, throwing everyone back. A laugh that sounds far too much like the Joker is heard through the portal as everyone tries to get into a fighting position with the wind pushing against them.

A head of snow-white hair peaks out and they are greeted by a laughing teenager. "A gay awaking sacrifice list! That's hilarious!"

"Who are you!" Tim hears Jason demand over the howling wings.

Another laugh, but this time, it sounds like clicking ice cubes is a response. "I'm Phantom!"

Tim has a second to see, wide green glowing eyes before the ghost reaches down, snatches their list, and zaps away.

Cass falls to her knees with a look of horror. "They know"

"I told you this was idiotic!" Damian screams, shaking so hard he looks like he will burst into tears in only a few seconds. Dick rushes over to him, pulling the sniffing boy into his arms. "We must never do this again!"

No one knows what to do in the wake of actually succeeding in calling the Ghost King or watching Dmaian cry from fear.

A ringtone plays from Cass's phone, breaking the ill silence. Tim catches a glimpse of "Danny" with two little hearts before his sister grabs the cell and leaps through an open window with what could only be a squeal.

"What the fuck just happened?" Cullen asks, but Tim can only offer him a shrug.

#dc x dp crossover #dcxdpdabbles #Ghost King Summon Dare au #Basically Cass met Danny on the streets #Gay awakening cause Danny is gender fluid #Damian is really scared of Danny #Prompt #Hope you like! #Dead Silent

[weirdosreignhere]

DP X DCU PROMPT #2

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Instead of Summoning the Ghost King, they summon his Weakness

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The Justice League has heard rumors of the Ghost King Pariah Dark, and coincidentally they interrupt a summoning of said Ghost King, but after subduing the cult the group discovers that the runes are different but can’t understand their meaning. With no way to stop the madman from arriving, the Bat Clan waits with dread, hoping the containment shield holds.

What they don’t know is that the previous King had been defeated and now another, much kinder, king rules: Danny Phantom. They also don’t realize the runes have changed. Summoning not the king himself but his closest ties to the mortal plane; his greatest weakness.

What the League does expect is a mad king hellbent on destruction, but what they don’t expect is a child’s corpse, blackened skin barely hanging onto the charred bones that now lies at the center of the summoning circle.

Elsewhere, a certain young halfa suddenly goes absolutely batshit, the only thought running through his head is ITS GONE ITS GONE THEY TOOK IT WHO TOOK IT WHOTOOKIT—

Cue: chaos.

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#danny fenton #danny phantom #dp prompt #dp x dc #dp x dc writing prompt #corpse au #summoning #ghost king danny #justice league #batfam #fic prompt

[p0ssym1lker]

Tim in pain and grieving his fathers passing summons the ghost king

He only wants one last talk, only one

He cries when the first few tries don't work but then, finally, it works the ghost king looks young but Tim sobs through his request, ready to give up everything

And Danny? He doesn't know how to tell this grieving boy that his father didn't turn into a ghost, his soul is already fading to the place where his wife is, not because his love for her was overly strong but because his love for his son was weak

He slowly sinks down to the boy, Tim, something whispers to him

"You cannot talk to him"

Tim looks up, tears streaming down his face, he clawed at the other, choking out his question

"Because his soul left, he wanted to leave, there was no emotion strong enough to keep him as a ghost and I cannot let you talk to a soul"

Technically, Danny can, but its a self appointed rule of his not to

Tim sobs, throat raw, he chokes on his tears and doesn't fight when the king pulls him in a cold but gentle embrace

"Of course, of course he leaves me"

Danny let's the boy cry and cling to him, muttering soft words to him and holding him

Eventually his form flickers and the boy shrieks, clawing in desperation, cries of "don't leave me! I don't want to be alone" echoing through the warehouse

So Danny doesn't, he picks Tim up and takes him with him, vanishing to his ghostly realm where he would take care of the boy while he grieves

Only moments later Batman appears, only to find a book about summoning the dead king and sacrifices, he falls to the floor, realizing he has failed another robin, another son

#dc x dp #dc #danny fenton #dp x dc #danny phantom #tim drake wayne #tim drake #bruce wayne #ghost king au #ghost king danny #king danny phantom #summoning #tims father is a dick

[wyrdle]

Scribbles from my Summoning AU where Simon sticks around after he summons Hunson to leave Marcy with.

(It's basically to explore pushing this sad old man's limits, as they struggle to figure some way to keep Simon sane. Bonus is having a demon who is an annoying bad dad but can whoop his ass. Poor Marceline feels like the only one with her marbles left.)

#simon petrikov #hunson abadeer #marceline abadeer #summoning au #adventure time #adventure time fanart #doodles #fanart #ice king

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #38

This can be with any of the bats but I feel it would work best with Tim. Soulmates AU where a symbol pertaining to your soulmate appears somewhere on your body, Tim has the DP logo and Danny has the Red Robin logo. Tim gets kidnapped by cultists one day and they’re trying to summon the ghost king. Tim’s mark would have to be somewhere the cultists don’t know about they just want a live sacrifice and why not someone like Tim? Tim doesn’t believe in ghosts and he watches as they start marking a summoning circle on the ground. He realizes they drew his soul mark in the center of it.

Tim is really confused at this point, either his soulmate is related in some way to the ghost king or he IS the ghost king and Tim doesn’t know which is worse. Much to his dismay the summoning works.

#dp x dc prompt #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #tim drake #soulmate au #Danny was just chilling at home when he was summoned #Oh wait his soulmates here… they tried to sacrifice his soulmate?? #Danny’s pissed #ghost king danny

[emotional-otter]

Ghost king danny but instead of using the crown of fire he uses a buger king crown. Maybe because he finds it funny maybe to be petty because he doesn't want to be the ghost king.

Just imagine someone summons the ghost king and some lanky teen shows up in a burger king crown.

#batman #danny fenton #danny phantom #dp x dc #ghost king au #ghost king danny #bruce wayne #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #danny is the ghost king #danny phantom prompt #justice league #king danny phantom #crown of fire #he doesn't want to be king but he has to #so in retaliation he uses a burgerking crown as a screw you to the observants #people think they got the summoning wrong #because some pale white hear green eyed teen showed up wearing a burger king crown #they obviously summoned him from the restaurant #they say sorry and send him home

[avensartt]

Day 21 : Coronation

#danny phantom #ectoberhaunt22 #eh order #day 21 #coronation #dp #danny fenton #dp fanart #summoning #ghost king au #ghost king danny #dp au #hehe i made tucker cool #eldrich danny #aven draws

[ghostreblogging]

Danny and Damian are twins au again

Ok so what if like Danny and Damian were twins. But like Danny was the stickler for rules . Like never wore anything but the league outfits. Just never even joked .

And they meet years later.

When the villain said they'll bring the souls of the people they killed to fight them. He was expecting the people he killed to be in the thoudands. Damian was arleady a little nervous.

And Damian didn't get nervous but how could he not be? His family is going to meet his twin brother. His father is going to meet his son he never got to meet.

The villain seemed to notice his apprehension and laughed. People he killed drove out in large numbers. And there he saw his brother. It was unmistakable. But his brother wore a weird outfit.

He never strayed far from simple and respectable clothes. Always a stickler for rules. And had on multiple occasions scolded him for not wearing his equipment properly.

But now he was wearing multiple unnecessary belts and was wearing a platform boots with spikes soles.

My doodle for this Danny.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom au #is this done yet? #dc x dp #danny phantom crossover #dp x dc prompt #You can make it so it's just what he wears or sam #ember and kitty made him. It just seems hilarious #that damian when taliing about danny was like #he never strayed far from rules #he was a killing machine #he always wore league garb #he was ruthless when it came to people who broke rules #he once killed one of his attendants because he dared to talk out of tirn #people said he didnt have a soul. #then they finally meet like summoned or something aand hes like #slayyy #wearing super high platforms that he can tower over jason but hes a short King

[radiance1]

Danny and Vlad are now mythical creatures.

They don't know exactly how- their bets are on Desiree. Which mean someone in Amity Park had to wish for this to happen.

Except it extended to the whole of Amity park, and not just them. Danny became a dragon, while Vlad became a phoenix and not those small ones, but he's a very big one.

Like, bigger than a person big.

Everyone can switch between from a creature back to their human selves, with the catch being that some of their beastly instincts and traits carry over into their human side.

Anywho.

Danny is just minding his own business, resting in dragon form in the deepest part of the Far Frozen, until a phoenix busts through and interrupts his haze, fire blazing behind him and hits him with.

"Pariah Dark is missing."

And if that didn't wake Danny up faster than one of his parents inventions exploding then he doesn't know what would.

So they go to his abandoned castle, see the coffin missing, proceed to freak out for a few minutes, then remember that Clockwork exists and races over to his lair, leaving a trail of ice and fire in their wake.

Clockwork tells them that Pariah Dark was summoned to another dimension.

"Ghost King he is no more, but powerful ghost he still is."

So now they have to jump to different dimensions to try and find Pariah Dark before something goes down.

Meanwhile with Pariah Dark:

The 10 year old sitting at the edge of the summoning circle staring at the Sarcophagus that just appeared in stunned silence.

Also said child walking forward and poking at it curiously.

Also said child when he summoned something in his parents basement from a really old book he found not expecting it to work but it did: Neat.

The kid then opens the Sarcophagus, found it stupid easy, and then what is obviously a groggy giant man pulls himself out of it.

So he obviously dragged him upstairs and sat him down on the couch.

Meanwhile with Danny and Vlad:

Both of them are going through portals looking for the ex-ghost king, landed in some medieval dimensions, accidently became legends based on sightings alone, landed in some present day dimensions, alarmed their governments.

Yet none of them contained were wrecked and enslaved by Pariah Dark, nor was there even any signs of him.

they spent a few years looking in different dimensions, then they felt a tug about someone summoning them, not just one of them, but both.

Probably didn't get the memo about a new king.

Meanwhile with Pariah Dark:

Showing pictures of the kid who summoned him to other aunties and gossiping about the new gangs and drama in Gotham.

Meanwhile with Vlad and Danny:

Looking at the stunned faces of cultists as they stand menacingly in their mythical creature forms, just staring done at them as if they were mere ants.

In reality they just want this over and done with so they can go back to finding Pariah Dark and finally call it a day.

They're waiting for the cultists to finally speak and tell them what they want, only for them to be interrupted by people in colorful spandex who beat up the cultists.

Did they stay after that?

Nope.

They left the summoning circle to look for Pariah if he has any chance of being in this one.

They also went intangible to avoid them if they decided to chase after them, Vlad went one way and Danny the other.

#Dp x Dc #Dp x Dc crossover #Half kings Danny and Vlad au #danny pantom #vlad plasmius #Pariah Dark #He became an auntie after losing the Ring of Rage and being summoned by a 10 year old #And he became the best auntie he could be #If him being an ex tyrant who enslaved worlds taught him anything #Is that he can do a lot of things if he put his mind to it #If Gotham ain't clue u in #Well #Hint hint the kid is rich and his parents are absent most of the time #Yea I know that probably ain't narrow it down that much but there's a lot of absent parents in Gotham probably

[drowsydarling]

it is like 12 am sorry for the shitty doodle but i had to get this au idea out of my head😭😭 im sure im not the first to think of this idea and there's probably some reason im forgetting that this didn't happen, but still,, im coping ;_;

#like if wyatt of all people can get into prismos wish room #im sure magic betty could've #she summoned fucking golb theres no way she wouldn't be able to get to prismo #if anything finn would've understood and let her use that one -P letter they have to get her there #godddddd petrigrof makes me sickeningly sad #adventure time #prismo #magic betty #temple of mars #jermaine the dog #finn the human #betty grof #simon petrikov #adventure time au #doomed yuri #petrigrof #ice king #is tbis too many tags idk

[bluerosefox]

Danyal, Danny, Phantom.

Part 1 (Where the idea came from, very bare bones)

Okay wow, wasn’t expecting so many people wanting a part 2 tbh, also thank you for the follows as well (although IDK why you’d want to follow me, I’m random and rarely post sometimes.)

So before I get into this part 2, I just wanna make a few things clear.

I’m still new to DC/Batman most I know if from the animated series and I haven't seen it in ages, I have been able to get bits and pieces here and there though.

ANYONE is welcomed to use these ideas/concepts, just let me know, send me it, allow me to read it please. If anyone wants to draw some the ideas too that’ll be amazing, just let me know! I wanna see!

Also, I might, keyword MIGHT, actually write this idea into a story too, idk yet maybe. its been years since I wrote an actual fic tbh so I’m a little rusty. (You can actually see I used more of my writing style on this one compared to the last one tbh)

Also the reason I split these idea/concept into parts is the fact I tend to ramble and I knew if I wrote it on part 1 it would had gotten so long so here’s a fresh page with the rest of the ideas...

So the reason why I had this idea is because I read some fics where Ra’s always knows about Danny being either the Ghost King or a Halfa, or can fight him cause he has knowledge, I wanted a story where even Ra’s can be surprised and realizes there will ALWAYS be a ‘bigger’ fish even for that old ‘immortal’ (especially if Danny is Ra’s “failure of a heir.”)

Sorry this took a while, I wrote Part 1 at the end of me being sick by Covid, had to catch up on a few RL things, and legit a few days later my AC unit upstairs broke during a CA heatwave and it was pure HECK being in my room.

Danny is a little out of character but this is how I feel he'll be like with a year of being the Ghost King could be, along with the fact he has help from his friends and ghost friends as well. He's learned how to rule and has grown.

Oh be prepared, this is what happens when I’m allowed to ramble on ideas. This... This got rambly. (You should had seen this and part 3 together, it was so rambly)

So, a few things to note about Danny before we begin.

His name was is Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) Daniel “Danny” Fenton.

He was also known as (Ghost Boy, Ghost Child, Ghost Punk, Halfa) Danny Phantom

He also had other names as well such as The Great One, or Savoir of the Ghost Zone

But... for the last year he has been known as...

Ruler of the Infinite Realm, His Royal Highness King Phantom. Or as he would rather be simply referred to as (when he’s forced to have/use a title)...

The Ghost King.

...King Phantom also worked.

Simple yes, but Danny preferred it. (Again only when he’s forced to use a title, which sadly since being crowned the new King is most of the time now and only those close to him still call him Danny or at the very least Daniel (coughClockworkcough).

SO.... Its had been a year since Danny had been crowned the new Ghost King, sure he was still a teen and it was honestly very hard in the beginning. Learning the ins and outs of the royal courts, setting up his inner court (aka those he trusted), dealing with entitled nobles, and how to handle the the weight of the crown he now wore but he knew he didn't have to face it by himself. Well not all of it, there was a few things he did on his own in order to prove he's a fair King, but Danny honestly loved it when he could get together with his inner circle (more like family) and discuss the recent news of the Infinite Realm (which Danny learned was the actual name of the Ghost Zone, he long since switched to using that name over the one his parents coined), problems needing to be addressed, and upcoming important festivals or days (Danny knew of the Holiday Truce but he didn't know of any other Ghost holidays/festivals until his ghost friends explained them to him) along with a number of his Kingly duties. This was just barely touching the surface of what Danny had to do nearly daily and again it took a while but he eventually was getting the hang of being a King.

Funny enough one of those duties turned out to be healing the oozing scars the old Ghost King left on the Mortal Realm during his reign... because those scars eventually became the Lazarus Pits and had they been causing harm in the Mortal Realm.

By the Ancients, the Lazarus Pits.

That was something Danny hadn't been expecting to hear so soon after regaining his memories from before living with the Fenton’s. And when Clockwork explained it to him, a small smirk on the always age changing beings face, that all the Pits would eventually dry up thus they would no longer be able to revive the dead once Danny started healing them...

Danny had laughed when he had been told this information.

He laughed until he had started to cry. He had even laughed so hard he changed back from his ghost form to his living one and then back again because he lost breath from his laughter. (It actually concerned his friends, Dani and Jazz when this happened tbh) It took a while but when Danny’s laughter finally trailed into hiccups, light coughs, and deep breaths, Clockwork merely floated over and asked with all-knowing smirk on his face “Quite done Daniel?”

You see the reason why this was funny to Danny was the fact that he was finally getting revenge on his ex-grandfather for... well for everything. And he was going to enjoy ruining Ra’s al Ghul treasured little Lazarus Pits with pure glee. The amount of pure joy he felt knowing this even surpassed his feelings for when he’s able to mess up Vlad’s evil plans for the month.

As mentioned before, Danny had no memories upon waking up in a hospital after nearly losing his life from wounds no child should ever have on their bodies. It wasn’t until the night after his crowning that as he dreamed of his past, it was in these dreams he had finally remembered everything. When he had woken up he had instantly went flying to Clockwork’s lair to speak with the time keeper, especially when he had remembered the last thing he had saw before waking up in the hospital.

[“Why?” that was all Danny would ask when seeing the ageless ghost, not bothering to say hello or even small talk like they normally would do, if he had been his living form he would had been breathing heavily from the speed he flown to get there.

“It hadn’t been your time, your Highness.” was the only reply before the ticking of clocks in the room filled the silence between them.]

He had been Danyal al Ghul, the second heir to the Demon Head Ra’s al Ghul, the League of Assassins leader and his grandfather, son of Talia al Ghul, and twin brother to first heir Damian al Ghul.

Talia, his mother, was a stoic woman. A true Assassin. Beautiful yet deadly.  Someone Danyal could see now who would do anything to stay in power if he was to be honest with himself. But she did love him and Damian in her own way, only showing them this parental love when they were alone, away from servants and other assassin’s eyes. Some of his fondest memories of the woman had been her cupping his face and speaking softly of how much he looked like her “Beloved”, their father. His eyes, and hair (and his 'soft' heart) were the only things he knew about his father, the only thing he has been allowed to know.

Damian, his twin brother, both of them mostly sharing the same face with small differences and build at the time, his other half, the one that he had came into this world together had, was, is the one Danyal would die for. And he did. His brother was the prefect heir, the prefect budding assassin in the eyes of the others in Nanda Parbat. Much like their mother he tended to try to hide his emotions behind an emotionless mask, he always carried himself stronger than Danyal would, despite them both being five years old they had been born into this life and learned very quickly how to survive that place. But behind closed doors the two would often talk in whispers, of the what ifs of their lives, how their day was, etc etc. Danyal’s fondest memories of his brother was them sneaking out to watch the stars late at night and making a promise to always face any problem together as they held hands and lightly tapped each with their fingers.   

His grandfather, Ra’s however was a ruthless and cold man. An ‘immortal’ due to the Lazarus Pits that always brought him back to life, and he had always hated Danyal. No matter what Danyal would do it was always a failure to his grandfather, it didn’t matter if he tried his hardest to be a ‘perfect’ little assassin like his brother, everything he did in the older man’s eyes was a mistake. Any mistakes Danyal did was often met with punishment and pain. He had no fond memories of the man, only a deep seeded mutual dislike if anything.

And it was with this hatred for Danyal, that had caused Ra’s to summon both his grandchildren one night to the combat room and demanded for them both to fight for heir ship. A fight that would end in one of them dying, something all of them in room knew it would lead to. A fight two five years did not want to do but had no choice. Not even Talia’s disbelieving single protest to the fight could not stop Ra’s command.

As the Demon Head, his word was law.

In the end, Danyal couldn’t wouldn’t harm his brother (his grandfather always hated how ‘soft’ his heart was, "to much like his father" was often said with a tsk). They were both only five years old, they were brought into the world together, they told secrets behind closed doors and whispered dreams under the endless sea of stars they would sneak out to see, they would lightly tap messages with their fingers when the other would have bad days and didn’t wish to speak about it but wanted some sort of comfort.

He wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t harm his brother but Damian... Danyal knew Damian would follow the order to fight despite not wanting to as well, Damian always followed orders with little to no fuss unlike Danyal who always second guessed with whys and questions, Danyal also knew Damian would believe he would fight back in defense at least...

But he didn’t.

Some of the few things he remembered was Damian’s eyes widen in horror, his mother’s uncaring mask and body twitch for a moment, and his grandfather ‘tsking’ at him before he fell onto the cold stone floor. After that his memory became hard to remember, foggy but he knew of this.The pain he felt hurt and he tried so hard to stay alive for a few moments more, he could barely hear anything over his own harsh and deep breathing, his body felt heavy and his hands felt wet from the blood seeping out around him. Danyal could barely hear his grandfather’s voice, and could barely make out Ra’s leaving while his mother guided Damian out of the room, she did not look back and Damian moved like a puppet on a string being pulled away. Danyal barely registered hands lifting him up and carrying him out of the room, his vision slowly fading as he was carried in the dimly lit halls of his ‘home’. His memory became very spotty after that, barely noticing he had been left outside the compound to die and as he took in a harsh breath in an attempt to get air, he could hear two words as clear as day.

“Time Out.” and the only sound following those two words was the ticking of clocks while the last thing he saw was the always changing form of a ageless being.

After that Danyal would be found outside of a random hospital in America, far from his place of birth, far from his mother and brother, barely hanging as doctors rushed to save this five year olds life. He would awake weeks later, with no memories of his own to speak of, and then one night a strange star plush/pillow would be gifted to him with the name Daniel on it. He would be bounced around foster home to foster home after he was cleared to leave the hospital and the cops had no leads on who or where he came from.

Daniel would eventually meet Jazz at the park and later her parents and worm his way into their hearts, he would later be adopted by them and live a somewhat normal life (as one can be with ghost hunting parents but at least he got Jazz as an older sister, even with Jack and Maddie’s rather unhealthy... obsession with ghosts he knew they loved him)

Ra’s failed second heir was no more, his name and life no longer mentioned in Nanda Parbat, Danyal al Ghul (Wayne) was by all intents and purpose dead to the man and to the League.

Now Daniel “Danny” Fenton lived in his place...

Up until that fateful day when he was fourteen, after that he was only half alive and once again became someone kind of new. A halfa this time. Danny Phantom.

And who would had guessed (not Ra’s that's for sure), he later would become The Ghost King, the Ruler of the Infinite Realm.                   

So imagine Danny’s surprise when as he had left his house for school one morning, he may be a King but hey he still needed his education according to Jazz (and Clockwork), when he had been ambushed and attacked by some assassins from the League and knocked out... (Shush his own assassin training was rusty and he hadn’t had time to practice them too much, his last major battle had been that all out brawl a week before his coronation with him vs his enemies, fun times. He also rarely got kidnapped since his crowning, half awake due to his Kingly duties and studying for Mr. Lancer’s 70% final grade test (Fun fact I had an actual teacher who did this) that Friday and honestly Danny wasn’t expecting assassins from the League to show up since the whole being pretty much declared dead to them thing)

Only to later slowly wake up on the familiar rough stone ground in Nanda Parbat (the smell, the sounds, the stonework. He often saw them in his dreams and memories but knew it was real this time) his hands bound and his body aching from laying motionless on the hard ground for a while. He put on a confused look on his face as he slowly rose and groaned in pain as he subtly took a moment to look around.

Thank the Ancients Danny still knew how to fake an injury, and play dumb/confused from his time tricking some of the his more annoying ex-enemies? (Skulker, Walker, etc.) even though it had been a year since he last had to do so with them (besides Vlad, he’s still his enemy no matter what and still seemed really salty Danny was a King now and was treated like an outcast by most ghosts, none wanting to be the opposite side of their King so hey perks). It had been a good way to make them drop their guards if they thought Danny was still at his ‘weakest’ when they caught him by surprise. It still pretty funny when Vlad tries though, this act always catches that fruitloop off-guard no matter how many times.     

It was a Lazarus Pit room judging by the smell/feel of it at first and later confirmed when he noticed the green toxic ooze nearby. Ugh just being on this side of the Realm and sensing that stuff was disgusting, it wasn’t as bad in the Infinite Realm due to the fresh and clean ectoplasm around it masking most of the bad smell but boy did it reek on this side. 

Danny blinked a few times to sell his acting, whispering a confused “Where am I?” under his breath, and looked around before his eyes landed on someone in front of him and flinched back a bit, no acting needed this time.

Ra’s was in the room sitting on a throne chair staring at him with that ever burning hateful glare yet Danny could see another emotion, an emotion he was very used to Vlad having on his fruitloop face. His ex-grandfather had a plan and it was gonna be painful or annoying for Danny to deal with, he knew it...

And...AND was that knocked out Batman and Robin also tied up in chains and guarded by few assassins in the room as well?! WHY IS THAT A THING?!

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Heyyyyy so... umm I decided to split it into another part cause it was getting mega long again when all together and I was like roughly halfway done with it and just... I wanted to write out so much, also Tumblr almost made me loose the WIP of this many many times so I’m being careful. Good news almost done with it (and it won’t take as long as this part did promise)

This is basically Danny’s side of things of being King, his inner thoughts, his past relationships with the al Ghul’s, and snippets how he had grown into his King self tbh. Probably didn't need to do this but as an old school writer I wanted to make a base so to speak. The best and fun part is up next. and to prove it, here’s the title and a sneak peek for it.

Summoning a King (Or alternatively: It was at this moment, Ra’s knew he F’d up.)

Yeah as said before it took ALL of Danny’s training not laugh in hysterics. Oh the irony. Sacrificing the Ghost King... to summon the Ghost King.... Danny honestly wanted to say something, the words on his lips being a sarcastic “You sure that's gonna work out for you, you moldy old fruitloop?” but Danny bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from doing so.

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I loved Summon AU, is it possible that you make more Summon AU?

The aftermath of the summoning leaves the Wayne Manor in a strange sense of foreboding. No one really knows what the Ghost King has done with their list or what it means for them that he has accepted.

Everyone tried to go about their daily lives, attempting to act like they weren't looking over their shoulders. Bruce had nearly broken a blood vessel when he heard about them doing a stupid online trend when they knew magic and gods were real.

They couldn't think of a better excuse for why they did besides "it seemed funny at the time."

Bruce had been so unimpressed with them all that he broke out the big guns.

That night, Alfred grounded them. He really sat everyone- minutes Cass because she had escaped through the window after Danny called- and told them they would not be allowed to use any form of technology unless it was related to their nighttime job.

They would also be given a chore list to complete every day until their punishment was over.

Even though neither Dick or Jason lived at home anymore, they too were grounded and didn't bother to even try to argue with the aging butler. Cass was informed of her own punishment through a text, and she returned about thirty minutes later, ready to face her punishment.

She reorganized everything in storage- and in Wayne Manor, there was a lot in storage- without a single complaint, but she did seem somewhat nervous. And excited?

Like a child waiting to open a present.

That was out of character for Cass, but no one was brave enough to ask her about it. Life before the manor was a taboo topic when it came to Cass.

A week later, her restless behavior finally came to light.

When the doorbell rang, Alfred was just looking over the wood polishing job Tim and Damian had been assigned. Confused- as there were no expected guests and the kids were all still grounded- he approached the door cautiously. Tim was on standby in case things went south.

A young adult, likely barely eighteen, with pretty blue eyes, a vast, charming smile, and a gorgeous winter-themed dress, was on the other side of the door. Their hair is short but styled to have one side longer than the other, framing their face perfectly.

A spinnable circle pin on her dress read Gender Fluid in the unmovable part and "She/Her day" in the spinal part.

"Hi there," She chirps, a dimple on full display. "I'm Danny."

"Good afternoon, Danny. My name is Alfred. How can I help you?"

"I was wondering if Cass was home?" Dany starts surprising Alfred and Tim -who were eavesdropping around the corner- as the girl carefully plays with her hair. "I was hoping to talk to her."

"Miss Casandra is currently not allowed guests." The butler starts slowly. He watches her face fall dramatically before humming. "I can, however, pass along a message to her."

"Oh yeah, that be great. Please let her know Danny was wondering if she would like to go with me to see a ballet tonight. Um if she's allowed to go out."

Tim's eyes widen. A date? Danny had come here in person to ask Cass if she wanted to go on a date? Then had the courage to ask Alfred, to his face, if she could take his grandaughter out?

Who is she? Tim thinks amazed. He wants to text the rest of the group chat, which would invade Cass' privacy. He waits a few minutes until Alfred responds.

"Miss Casandra is currently grounded. Unfortunately, she and her siblings cannot leave until their punishment ends."

Tim winces. Hopefully, Cass being nineteen and still being grounded at her age didn't scare off Danny. Some people didn't understand how much power Alfred's word had over the manor and frankly, those people didn't deserve Cass anyway.

But it would make her sad.

"Oh, that's okay. Thank you for letting me-"

A scream makes everyone jump. Tim whirls around to find Damian pressed against the main stairway. His face has gone three sheets of white, staring at Danny with horror.

"Y-you!"

Danny tilts her head. "Me?"

"Y-you!" Damian gasps and Tim is highly alarmed that his voice is tinted with fear. "Why are you here?!"

"I came to ask Cass if-"

"You will not take Cain from me, Ghost King! I will destroy your core before you try to get near her!" Damian screams, hand suddenly holding a glowing green sword, but his threat doesn't hold much because he is literally shaking in his boots. "You have your summon payment already! You shall leave Cain alone!"

What.

"Oh! You think no, no. I'm not here for her soul or anything. Cass and I go way back when she lived on the streets. " Danny- the ghost king they summoned using a list of their gay awaking apparently- laughs, waving her hands as if to calm the young child. "I liked her for a while but thought she didn't feel the same. Until the summoning, where I saw my name on the list. We talked it out, and I was hoping to take her on a first date, you know?"

"You lie!" Damian races down to point his sword at Danny, looking just as wild as a cornered animal about to fight for its life. "Why would the strongest being in the multiverse live on the streets?!"

"Well....it's not like they pay to rule the dead....I had a rough patch, but Cass helped me get back on my feet." Danny muttered, slightly embarrassed. Then she squits at Damian. "Wait, are you a al Ghul?"

Damian breaks into a sweat as Danny gasps, "You are! You're family owes me so much money in backed up taxes for the healing pool! We cut off contamination maintenance because Ra's refused to pay years ago! Kid, do you know I can get into contact with your family member about the Lazarus pit?"

Damian screamed again, turned around, and ran, leaving a stunned Alfred, Tim and Danny. "Guess not. Anyway, sorry to be a bother Mr. Alfred, I'll come back when Cass can go out. Bye!"

A familiar portal rips under Danny as she falls through with a cheerful wave. Alfred and Tim watch it close in a moment before Tim turns to the butler. "Did I inhale too many polishing chemicals? Am I hallucinating?"

"No, my dear boy, I saw everything as well."

"Oh, good. " Tim pauses. " One of us needs to speak to Damian and Cass."

Alfred closes the door slowly. "I'll find Master Damian. You go for Miss Cassandra and Master Tim?"

"Hmm?"

"The next time, Mister Conner sends you a fun trend to try. Don't."

"Yeah, that's fair."

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Ghost King summon Dare Au #Cass and Danny know eachother on the streets #The al Ghul be running from the ghost IRS #Danny is gender fluid #Cass bought them the pin #Alfred is so done with his kids #They stress him out

[hisuian-history-makers]

What if the ancient ghosts rigged the Ghost King’s (initially Pariah’s, except they had to link it to his title for it to stick) summons to always have to be answered if the Ghost King was available? Not as if bound to the location, but bound to the summoning circle to listen to the summoner’s demands. The Ghost King has to at least hear the summoner out. Not accept, not dismiss—essentially he was forced to listen to the terms and conditions of a potential deal.

This was to buy them time in case someone managed to summon Pariah Dark while they were preparing to the Sarcophagus of FS.

…Too bad no one happened to mention this little tidbit to Phantom when he got the title through conquest. (Or as the heir) Since the Infinite Realms are infinite, he’s technically available to every dimension and universe.

Clockwork was gonna get soup’d after this!

#danny phantom #danny fenton #infinite realms #ghost king danny #summoning circles #aka the Ghost King has to listen to the ‘terms and conditions’ of the summoner before deciding on whether or not to make a deal #nobody thought to tell Danny he is technically the heir apparent/ghost king #and technically “available“ at more times than the previously always sleeping Pariah Dark #fenton luck strikes again #multiverse #I’m tempted to call this: terms and conditions au.

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Seven Ways to Summon the Ghost King

Chapter Four: Ask for it

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Summary: Jason needs help.

Warning: Lenghty talk about death: dying, not dying, nearly almost dying but not quite (lol), Coming Back from death Wrong, wanting to die for real... these boys have a lot of matching baggage to unpack. Ah, yes, and some blood and violence.

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Red Hood stumbled and fell to the floor of the bucolic apartment in the abandoned building that he had taken for a safe-house. His leg was bleeding out where he had spitefully shot himself to get rid of the tracker Batman had tried to stick in him, losing a gun holster in the process.

Fucking controlling, hypocritical asshole.

He growled and pushed himself up with his arms and crawled over to his medical kit, barely mindful of his injury.

Taking off his helmet, Jason breathed in deeply and proceeded to patch himself up.

He shouldn’t have done that, it wasn’t worth the trouble. He could have just picked it and thrown it away, but fuck, had he been mad when he saw Batman trying to be sneaky and find his main base. If Bruce actually cared to know his whereabouts then Batman better kill that fucking clown.

Deep breath. Eight seconds in, four out. Repeat.

Jason had been having some issues in controlling his anger, lately. It used to be a conscious choice he made, tapping into that ever-present rage so he could do what needed to be done. To not think twice as he pulled the trigger, to take all these heads in a duffle bag and present them in a dingy warehouse. To put a knife to his brother’s replacement’s throat. Every time he faced his family Batman, he had to be angry, had to be furious.

Otherwise he would break and cave in.

Deep breath. Eight seconds in. Four out.

The Joker loomed over him, swinging the crowbar over, and over, and over again.

The green waters scalded his lungs, his throat, flowing like hellfire in his veins as it tore his soul from its rightful resting place and back into the pain, disappointment and heartbreak of life.

The Batman jumping from rooftop to rooftop, followed closely by a second, smaller figure with a bo-staff.

Someone far richer smarter and overall better than him, who wasn’t a violent, reckless, ruthless street urchin.

Bruce didn’t miss him, didn’t want him, didn’t need him, and had replaced him.

Jason’s dad didn’t love him.

A pained cry tore from his throat as his leg gave out and Red Hood hit the ground with a thud. Jason panted in ragged breaths and, too slowly, took stock of the situation. He only knew he had been standing because he had fallen, and now his wound was open again, bleeding through the disarranged bandages, his hands hurt and when he looked at them, Jason found the skin of his knuckles open and stained red. He had a few hairs tangled on his fingers and when he touched his head his scalp hurt. He had been pulling at his hair.

“Shit.” He looked around, and his room’s condition almost made him despair. “Fuck.”

The place was pure havoc, as if a hurricane had tried to escape it. His sheets and mattress were torn to pieces, and since his knife was still strapped to his thigh, he could only assume he had done it with his bare hands; the plain table he used as a desk had been broken in the middle, and a pang in his ankle told him how; the contents of his first-aid kit were thrown around, most of them broken and useless; even his books hadn’t been spared, and now that hurt, they were just a handful of cheap copies but they were his books, his only escape from the shit of a life he had chosen and-

Jason grit his teeth and held back a sob. He reached out and picked up the torn pages he had shredded.

“… told the girls what an honour they might expect, adding:

“I may thank you, Eliza, for this piece of civility. Mr. Darcy would never have come so soon to wait upon me.”

Elizabeth had scarcely time to disclaim all right to the compliment, before their approach was announced by the door-bell, and shortly afterwards the three gentlemen entered the room. Colonel Fitzwilliam, who led the way”

The worst part for him was that he didn’t remember a thing. He had had episodes of blind rage before, he knew the drill, how he felt, how he acted when his reasoning quieted and his anger rose, what he was willing to lose, who he was willing to hurt. He knew all that because he remembered.

Now, though, he couldn’t even remember feeling the pain.

One second he was sitting down and the next he was falling in a heap of himself.

“Deep… breaths…” Eight seconds in. Four out. “Fuck!”

He couldn’t go on like this. If no one could tell him what to do, then he had to keep himself in check. He knew that from the beginning, when he took up the hood.

There were lines no one should cross. If he caused permanent harm to an innocent … who was to say he wouldn’t turn into- into-

"I-" The lump in his throat didn't want to let the words out, but he forced them, forced himself to acknowledge them, to see their truth, "I need help."

He must have blacked out again, just for a second this time, because he was in the same position but now there was a guy picking him up, with Jason's arm thrown over his shoulders and his other hand firmly on his side.

"It's okay, take it easy, man, I'm here, I got ya." He put Jason back on his bed and propped him against the headboard. The stranger placed him on the less torn part of the mattress, and lifted his bleeding leg with a gentle care he hadn't known in a while.

Jason finally got a good look at him, and if his head hadn't been so clear in that moment (in a way it hadn't been in years), he may have confused him for another one of Bruce's kids, maybe even another biological one. Black hair, icy blue eyes, and a fit body that could be hidden under baggy clothes.

"Oof, that looks awful, let me patch you up first." The stranger said, and proceeded to pick up Jason's broken medical aids and go into the small, crappy bathroom where you could touch the door from the toilet. Judging from the sound of running water from the faucet, he was washing the tools and- ah, yeah, he had picked the surviving bottle of alcohol and was sterilizing them too. Good.

Jason closed his eyes for a second only to open them again with a jolt. Something had happened, he knew it, but he couldn't tell what, just that- just that it wasn't bad. But how…?

"This is gonna hurt but you can handle it, right?" Asked the stranger, back at the bedside with what was left of Jason’s medical kit.

He nodded without a word and watched as the stranger sat down at the edge of the bed, uncaring for the mangled mattress and its blood-stains. The stranger finished tearing Jason's ruined pant-leg after undoing the botched bandaging job, cleaning both the dry and fresh blood with a wet wipe to start the aforementioned patching up.

"What are you?" He asked finally, gripping a piece of fitted-sheet in one hand to hold back cries of pain.

"What are you." The stranger shot back, unflinching.

"How did you get here?" He tried, then.

"You called, and I answered." The stranger looked at him steadily. Something was afoot.

Jason thought about it, as the stranger resumed his quite clean and quick bandaging.

"This isn't exactly the help I meant.” Said Jason, raising an eyebrow as he stared him down.

"Yeah, I know, and we'll get there. But first I wanted to take care of this." When Jason was about to object and tell him to just get to the point, the stranger held up a hand and closed his eyes. "Just let me do this. I need to make sure you're okay, please."

"Hm. Alright then." He said before he leaned back on the headboard and crossed his arms, mindful of his knuckles. "But you owe me answers. All of them. For starters, if you won't tell me what you are, or why I feel so at ease with a complete stranger that appeared out of nowhere and who now knows my face, then you could at least tell me your name."

"Oh, but you already know my name." The stranger looked him in the eye for a second and Jason felt a familiar, comforting cold wash over him.

The stranger started checking his other leg, palming it gently, and Jason interrupted him. "That one is okay. Just sore."

The other man nodded and stood up. "I'll get some more clean water for your knuckles."

Jason watched him go, pensive. Already knew his name… was it possible that he-?

But before he could even fully have that thought, he already knew the answer. No. This guy wasn't Death, he knew that in his soul. But if not that, then…

"How do you plan to help me, Danny?"

Danny came back with a new bowl of clean water —actually clean, not cleanish, not clean-for-Gotham, clean— and white bandages that Jason knew hadn't been there before.

"Well, I know this is gonna sound cheesy, but it's not so much of 'what can I do for you' and more of a 'how can I help you help yourself'." He started as he cleaned Jason's blood from his hands. "You won't owe me a thing for this, nothing at all. But there is a price to pay, a sacrifice to make. It's… the truth you don't want to accept." Danny finished with his hands and gently put them back on Jason's lap. He looked him in the eyes once again, sad, supportive, and regretful all at once. "You are dead, Jason Todd."

"Fuck off." Jason said with no heat. His throat suddenly felt very dry. He wished he could be angry at Danny for saying that, or for the calm way he fully climbed on the bed and crossed his legs across from him, but he didn't. "I got better, I came back, I'm alive."

"Yeah." Danny concedes easily. "That doesn't mean you're not dead."

"You can't be both alive and dead."

"Most people can't, but we can."

In a broken whisper, Jason said, "I'm not dead."

"I know you don't want to accept it, because everything it entails is terrifying, but you are dead, and you're hurting yourself by denying it." Any easy-going-ness in his voice had left, replaced by icy resolve.

"The fuck are you talking about? How is being alive bad for me? What, you want me to blow myself up all over again and move on?"

With a great deal of patience, Danny ignored Jason's scathing words but answered him nonetheless.

"No. You've already died, no need to go at it again. What you need to do is accept the part of you that didn't get resurrected, because it exists in you, and you trying to repress it is what causes your anger issues."

Jason looked at him sharply, but Danny didn't take the unspoken cue, and instead waited for Jason to finally, willingly (albeit still reluctantly), broach the topic himself.

"You think that's connected to the Pit Madness, which you somehow know about because…"

"You called for help, with real intent, and I answered," he explained, "I needed to know something so I could start helping you, so I kind of just, knew." He looked more human as he shrugged his shoulders awkwardly, and Jason felt himself relax for real this time, not because of some otherworldly influence, despite the implications of what he had just been told.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." Jason sighed and closed his eyes. "Alright, go ahead, tell me how to get rid of the Pit Madness. Stop beating around the bush."

"Okay, so: when you resurrected it most likely was against your will, especially if you didn't even know it could be done, so what's the first thing you felt?"

Every atom in his body screamed in pain as he broke the surface of the water with a scream of horror, in a dark cave surrounded by unknown people.

"Fear." He admitted, and saw his guest nod knowingly.

"And then?"

“I was alone and away from home, with people after me but no one to come and save me.”

“So you had to survive, and be smart about it; you can’t be rational if you’re always scared.” Jason nodded at him. “What then?”

“I managed to escape and smuggle myself back to the States, to get back home and-” he folded his good leg to rest his chin on his knee, closing his eyes for a moment before soldiering on, “and I found out that my fucking killer was still alive, continuing his fucking reign of horror with no repercussions! I was so fucking mad…” He was startled out of his rant by Danny laying a hand on his shoulder.

He hadn’t felt him move. His ratty and torn mattress hadn’t squeaked with the change in weight. He wasn’t even surprised at this point.

“You were so heartbroken that you hadn’t been avenged, that your mentor –your father– had chosen peace, over justice, over you.”

Tears started to flow freely down his face. Jason didn’t snap back, didn’t push Danny away so he couldn’t see him being weak, exposed, vulnerable. He just let himself be seen, and be grounded by that point of contact.

“I finally came home, and he was fine. He had replaced me with someone better, someone smarter and better behaved, from his own world, and not some… some street urchin! Argh!” He pulled at his hair in frustration, but stopped when his scalp hurt. He looked at Danny again. “How are you doing that?”

“Doing wh-? Oh! Oh, yeah, the whole ‘calm’ thing. Well, I’m immune to the… what was it? Pit Madness, pit, pit, pit, pit- Lazarus Pit- Lazarus Water! Man, the names people give it. Yep, I’m immune to the Lazarus Water, so as long as I’m here –and I demand it–” he mumbled to himself, even though he was pretty much shoulder to shoulder with Jason, ”the Pit Madness has no power, at all.”

Jason sucked in a sharp breath. This… this was himself? When there was no madness-fueled rage to have the biggest input on his actions, or to tint his vision of things red. It felt good. It felt really fucking good; perhaps not right now specifically, with the whole ‘baring your soul to a virtual stranger’ thing, but maybe in a mission when the correct course of action was ‘don’t kill them all’…

“I couldn’t stand it. Everything was better for everyone now that I was dead. I had just been a bump on the road, a footnote between ‘The Original Robin and the Smart Robin’, a cautionary tale. So I had to prove them wrong.” He grimaced, remembering how he had gone about it. (Oh, so the brutal beat up he gave Tim had been the Pit talking. He was a bit dubious about that one.)

“You couldn’t stay heartbroken or in despair, but you also couldn’t muster up hope to make you move.”

“And I chose to be angry so they wouldn’t see me being sad, I know, I’m emotionally constipated.” Jason grunted out, frustrated with himself.

"You chose to be angry, and allowed the Pit Madness to finally take root, but you still didn't accept your dead side, so it hasn't gotten out of your system."

"... say what now."

"What you know as Lazarus Waters, for me is a form of contaminated ectoplasm. Ectoplasm is the matter that gives ghosts corporeal forms and different ways to interact with the living world." Giving no explanation on what these 'interactions' entailed, Danny continued. "It can give 'life' back to the dead, and sometimes sapience. It can't naturally bring the dead back to life, but with time, dedication, and magic, I can see it being manipulated to do so.

“I don't know exactly why it worked the way it did on you, when others have been resurrected this way before; because even if it did bring you back, it didn't bring you fully alive, ‘cause if that was the case then you wouldn't be dealing with anger issues, you would have completely lost your mind and been nothing more than a mindless, rage-filled machine with the training of the Batman, up for the grabbing for any psychic or anyone with the minimum knowledge of mental conditioning. Trust me when I tell you this: being half dead comes as a blessing when someone brainwashes one half of you, because you can still escape through the other half."

"... so that's why you want me to accept being dead."

Danny rubbed at his temples. "Not exactly; that's just one of the things that would be different if you weren't dead, which you are, and I'm glad to see you coming to terms with it; my sales pitch isn't as bad as I feared, then. I'm not saying that if you refuse your dead, ghostly side that you're gonna go insane. The fact that you even have sanity proves that you have a ghostly side. Despite the secondary effects.”

"Well, don't count your eggs just yet, I'm not convinced being dead is a good thing yet. I want more info first, and you promised I would get it."

Danny nodded. "Yeah, you're right. It's not nothing what I'm asking of you. I know that.

"Okay so, when you were brought back, it was half alive and half dead; under other circumstances, that would just end up killing you shortly after, or left you like a 'frail of health Victorian child, bedridden for the rest of however long you lived', or it would have simply shortened your lifespan, since there was magic at play. But it wasn't just any circumstance. It was a pit of gross, stale ectoplasm that strengthened your dead half to create your ghost and attach it to you, I mean your soul —same difference—, along with the Pit Madness.

"If you hadn't repressed it," Danny continued, "the ectoplasm flowing through your body woulda just been processed and replaced, even if you weren't near a strong concentration of ambient ectoplasm. Any type of spiritual energy would've done it.  Heck, you only needed to hang out at a cemetery and your ghost half would have been fine.

"But, since you did and are still repressing it, that same stale ectoplasm that stayed with you when it brought you back is still within you, ten years later, which, I told you I wasn't gonna lie, to me, that old ectoplasm is extremely gross to me. Like, I grew up knowing you have to clean and filter ectoplasm just for industrial use, now organic, yikes! It's like, like your blood was all clogged and you weren't producing any new red cells so your body still needed and used that rotten blood and you were up and about on your day with that flowing through your veins. Ugh!" Danny shuddered with a disgusted grimace, and Jason didn't know if he should feel insulted or not.

"Um… ew?" He lamely settled on.

"Yes, ew. I say this in the best, most tactful way possible, but I'm glad to be dead and proud if I don't have to be like that."

"Wow, that was mean."

"It had to be said."

"Did it though?" Jason said, doing his best impression of Alfie’s unimpressed eyebrow lift.

"Yeah, it did."

"I don't think so, no."

"Oh, but I do, I do believe it."

Both men looked at each other face to face for a long few seconds, and proceeded to break down in an undignified fit of giggles that shook their shoulders and had them doubling over once it became full-on laughter.

"You- you're an ass!" Jason accused him in between panting breaths, shoving at Danny's shoulder with his own.

"Pft, I'm known to have my moments, but you wanted the truth and that's it! You stink!" Danny said, and returned the shove in kind with his own. Knowing they didn't actually need to breathe, he hadn't gotten winded up.

They kept on chuckling for a few more minutes, until they both calmed down and enjoyed the silence some more.

“It wasn’t that funny.” Jason told him at last.

“I know.”

They were both smiling anyway.

 

Danny sobered up, straightening his hunched back, and Jason followed suit. There was still stuff to talk about.

“The ectoplasm in your body can’t be cleaned but it still needs sustenance; if not ectoplasm, spiritual energy, if not energy, then emotions will have to do. But if you shove it down and push it away, it’ll have nothing to latch on to get cleansed. Nothing but itself. So it feeds on the same anger it creates, making it stronger and stronger even as it still tries to be processed out of your body. That’s what makes you mad at the slightest provocation, gives you destructive –and self-destructive– tendencies. It’s why these things are happening more and more often, why you can” he gestured around them with a hand, “black out and wreck shit up without feeling a thing.”

“… will it hurt? If I do it?”

“Yes.” Danny said honestly. “The first time it catches you by surprise, how much it feels like dying all over again, just like the first time. You feel like you won’t come back this time; if you panic like I did, you start losing the perception of yourself, and it feels like you’re dissolving into nothing. When you come back, you enjoy how hard your heart is beating in your ears, how every open-mouthed breath burns your throat as it goes to your lungs. How you can dig your fingers on the hard soil and thump your forehead on the ground. It all feels wonderful, because it shows you are alive, you feel, and you never want to go through that again.

“The second time you do it,” Danny continued, “it feels like holding your breath, only to realize you don’t need air anymore, and if you look around, for a second you get to see why they are the living. How they shine like stars in a clear night sky, how amazing it is, every little blink of theirs, and how the trees breathe and rustle their leaves, the singing of the birds. You never see everything so alive and so bright until you see it with your own dead eyes.” Danny had a faraway look, and Jason felt like he could catch up to that memory if he tried. “And when you come back, you realize it doesn’t matter whether you need it or not, it’s amazing to breathe, to eel the essence of life be part of you. It’s overwhelming, it’s not enough. It humbles you, it elevates you…

“From the third time on, every time you do it feels like taking off a piece of clothing in a hot summer day, and every time you return it’s like putting on a warm coat in a cold winter. It’s not a bad thing, either way. You get the best of both worlds.” He finished with a cheeky smirk.

“Hmm. Do you ever regret it? Or want it to go back?”

Danny took a second to think about it.

“I used to. Back when it had just happened. I thought I was a freak and a monster, and sometimes, I even thought it would have been better if I had finished dying all the way,” Danny admitted softly, and Jason moved to lean his shoulder against Danny’s own, to offer something to ground him, to tell him that it was good he hadn’t finished dying, “I haven’t felt like that in a long while” Danny continued, leaning back on Jason, “and if I actually got the offer of going back and undoing it all so I could live a normal full-life, I wouldn’t take it.” He smiled softly. “I like the person I’ve become. What I am made me who I am today.

“Sure, I’m not saying it’s ‘great!’ I died in a horrific accident just ‘cause it made me grow as a person, that part was awful. Or that dying made me better. What I mean is that maybe I would have been alright if it hadn’t happened. But it did, and I’m finally fine with it.”

Jason processed all of that. Slowly, but surely, he did.

“I still have so many questions.” Jason admitted.

“And I’ll try to have as many answers.”

Danny rested his hand on his thigh, palm up, inviting, unhurried.

Jason took it.

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