#she doesn't contact the fentons

[nerdpoe]

Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.

He has...a strange request.

He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.

She's glad she did.

"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."

Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.

"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"

Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.

"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."

With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.

She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.

Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.

Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc #dc x dp #phanfic #story prompt #she builds him a superb grave #and makes it a point to leave flowers at it whenever she can #the paper also had his birthdate and deathdate #she doesn't know who clockwork is but she's heard phantom talk highly of him #so she trusts that this clockwork fellow wasn't joking around #she also makes it a point to take phantom for ice cream or other treats now that she knows he died so young #she keeps her word #she doesn't contact the fentons #she doesn't look into them #she's not bruce and she knows how to respect a boundary

[bet-on-me-13]

Danny is Cass's brother

So! Back when David Cain was making his "Perfect Weapon", he came across a complication.

Lady Shiva, the woman who was set to give him his Weapon, was pregnant with Twins.

He decided that the Spare was useless to him, and that he needed to devote all his time to the Weapon. He was about to give it up, or maybe just dispose of it, when he decided that it was fine to keep it. A Spare is still a Spare after all, if the Weapon ever failed or died, he could start from scratch.

So, Danny was raised for the first 8 years of his life as a Spare Weapon. He didn't get the same rigorous training that Cass did, as she was the main focus, but he was still trained in the basics. Even a Spare Weapon need maintenance after all.

Then, when he was 8, Cass broke into his Cell Room and ran from the Base with him. She knew that once she escaped, Danny would be the next one to suffer, so she took him as well.

Unfortunately, they got seperated somewhere in Illinois when they got caught by some of David's mercenaries.

Cass kept going, running all across the country before ending up in Gotham at 15 (1 year earlier than normal). There, she got adopted by Bruce Wayne and became the Vigilante, Orphan. She never stopped looking for her brother, but at the very least she knew that he must have escaped David Cain's men. They were focused specifically on her after all.

Cass had enlisted the help of her new Family to search for him. DNA tracking, Facial Recognition, even asking some of their Underworld Contacts for information.

Unfortunately, they had no leads. Until one day when one of their Facial Recognition Programs finally picks up on a Match.

The face of a Small Time Hero in Illinois.

...

When Danny and Cass got seperated, he ended up in Amity Park. After a few days of Wandering, he was found by Jazz, who then took him to her Parents and convinced them to Adopt him.

When Danny is 14, he is in a Lab Accident that turns him into a Halfa. Using his New Powers and Old Training, Danny manages to keep his new Family and Home safe from the Ghosts coming through the Fentons Portal. He becomes a Hero basically, even though he doesn't really want to attention.

He thanks the Ancients when he finds out about the Media Blackout Amity is Under. He guesses it's not great, but at least he is safe for now.

He continues like this until one day when he is 16, and there is a knock on the Door.

He opens it, and stands shocked when he sees his Sister. Not Jazz, the wonderful woman who took him in and taught him how to speak all those years ago. The one who has acted as his Older Sister for the past 5 years.

His Sister. His Twin. Cass.

After a moment of Shock, they simultaneously go in for a Hug and start to cry a little.

After a few minutes of calming down, Danny introduces his Sister to his bewildered Family. Cass likewise introduces her Adoptive Brother, Dick, who came along to make sure she was safe on the trip.

While Dick and the Fentons get acquainted, Danny takes Cass up to his room to talk.

She explains what happened after they got seperated, what she is doing there, and how she found him.

She tells him that she had originally come to Amity to bring him to her new Family, but she could see the love he held for the Fentons. Also the town needed its Hero.

Danny is shocked that she even found him through the Media Blackout, but not so much at the fact that she nailed his secret identity on sight. She was always observant after all.

After that, Cass and Dick stay in Amity for a few weeks so Danny and Cass can catch up. He introduces her to his friends, shows her around his parents Lab, and even let's her meet some of his kore friendly Rogues.

They are just having a great time.

...

Back in Gotham, Batman just got a very frantic call from Barry.

"Bruce, I just came back from the future!" Shouted Barry through the Comms.

"Explain." Demanded Batman. Barry knew better than to Time Travel without just cause. If he was forced to time travel, it was serious.

"A Villain shows up, an Apocalyptic Level Villain." Barry explains, "He destroys Everything. And I mean Everything. None of us can stop him, he has too many powers to combat. Flight, Invisibility, Intangiblity, Energy Beams, Energy Constructs, Ice Manipulation, Weather Manipulation, Electrokinesis, the list goes on."

"How do we stop him?" Asked Batman. This was dangerous, a Villain with even half of those powers was deadly already.

"It's complicated, but I think he followed me and another Hero back in Time. I think it may be a Closed Time Loop. He is the catalyst for his own creation."

"Is there any way to break the Loop? What is the main driving force to his Creation?" Asks Batman.

"Well, I know his name at least. He goes by Phantom, but his real name is Danny Fenton." Barry explains.

Bruce feels his heart grow cold. He knows both of those names.

Phantom, aka Danny Fenton, aka Daniel Cain.

Cassandra's Brother.

Barry seems to hesitate, before continuing, "...and as far as I know, the catalyst for his creation is the death of Orphan in Amity Park."

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Cassandra Cain #David Cain #Danny Fenton #Danny is Cass' Brother #Danny joined Cass when they ran away from David Cain #Danny is adopted by the Fentons #Cass gets adopted a year early #If you couldn't guess this is The Ultimate Enemy #Danny just barely manages to keep his sanity when his family and friends die because Cass is there to help him #And then she is killed right in front of him by Dark Dan #This version of Dan isn't a Fusion of Phantom and Plasmius #It's just an Evil Future Danny #A Halfa and All #Closed Time Loop #Clockwork stopped the original Dark Dan by leading Cass into Amity so she could help Danny get through his Families deaths #But then she dies and makes an even worse version of Dark Dan #Now he sent Barry back in time to try and fix his mistake

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc AU: Danny's final Interview with Tim Drake for the Wayne Enterprise's Space Program Operation Janus Crew... Demon Twin AU.

Danny had been waiting for his offer letter from WE to be officially part of the Janus Crew. He'd done all the standard rigorous testing and passed with flying colors. He'd talked to every single head engineer and interviewed at all levels to prove that he was the man for this mission. It was as good as gold, so Danny was surprised when he got a call from the PA to Tim Drake, the CEO himself, to come in for a final interview. Just a formality and mostly just to meet the man who was going to be the poster boy for their program. Makes sense, but is unnerving, nonetheless.

The second he walks into the office space, Tam Fox seemingly does a double take, blinking a few times when he explains that he's there for a final interview. She nods and he proceeds as if nothing about that was weird.

Tim Drake has four laptops in front of him and a scattering of papers, but looking up to see Danny, he closes them all and the image of a scattered young man trying to run a Fortune 500 company is replaced with some one of deadly capability.

"Danny Fenton. Great to meet you, I appreciate you coming by today." Tim says, but Danny can see the sharks fin in the water.

"Of course, I'm excited to be part of the Crew." Danny throws back, making it clear right away that Tim needs to cut to the chase if Danny's not going to be an astronaut with WE. NASA will take him back in a heartbeat if WE is going to try and play games.

"We're excited to have you, everyone speaks of you like the next Armstrong or Aldrin. I just had a few questions, as an informality, that I wanted answered."

"I feel like I've answered every question there could be about me, but go ahead. I'm an open book."

"Great. I suppose I'll start with asking about your adoptive family, the Fentons. Were they good to you when you transitioned to their home?"

"...It's not common knowledge that I'm adopted. Mom and Dad are fine. We have a strained relationship now because of my teenage rebellion but I still go home for most holidays." Danny is on edge, but also a bit excited? How did Tim find this out?

"I see. I'm an adopted child myself, you can understand maybe why I asked. Do you have any relationship with your birth family?" Tim asks, but its clear he's asking something else. Danny calls it how he sees it.

"What are you trying to find out? I mean really, you're very polite but this doesn't have to do with my job."

"I'll cut to the chase then. Do you hold any allegiance to Ra's al Ghul or the League of Assassins?"

"Woah." Danny blinks.

"Woah as in you're surprised I found out, or Woah in surprise that you've been found out?"

"Woah as in, what the fuck, I haven't thought of his name in decades. I escaped pretty young after being abused from birth."

"That's what I needed to know. You have a sister through the Fentons, and a cousin that I suspect is a clone, any other siblings?" Tim asks, his to the point question making Danny's head spin. How the fuck did this guy know about Dani?

"How do you-"

"Any other siblings, Danny?" Tim repeats, cutting him off.

"...Yeah. I should have a twin running around out there. But if this has to do with whatever crazy bullshit he might be up to, I swear i'm not in contact with him or his family. I haven't been since I freed myself."

Tim looks like he's contemplating something, his eyes are still evaluating Danny as though he were a frog in freshman year Bio.

"I have a little brother, Danny, and it's interesting. He's not particularly fascinated by space but he likes to keep up with all the astronauts. I took it upon myself to research you once you came on the roster two years ago for this position. I know you're capable and I had no doubt that you'd be the man for the job. Then I saw your picture."

"You... saw my picture?"

"My brother watches out for Astronauts because he holds onto the hope that someone from his past might be one some day. That it might lead to their reconciliation." Tim clarifies.

Danny can't do anything but stare. No. No way.

"I told Damian not to look into the astronauts for the Janus Crew. Want to guess why?" For the first time, Tim's eyes look soft around the edges. Danny stays silent for a while, head reeling from this information.

"...Is he. Is he free?" Danny finally asks.

"He's left the league and burned all allegiance he held for them, if that's what you're asking. Came to join his dad, my adoptive father, when he was about ten. So just a few years after you made your own way out without him."

"That's... That's good. I'm glad. He's healthy?" Danny can't help himself but inquire. He'd loved his brother until it literally broke him.

"Most days. He runs an animal sanctuary, has a girlfriend and a best friend, gets along with our large family."

"Woah." Danny's near speechless again.

"I'm telling you this because... He's going to find out Friday with the press release of you being our Crew Leader. He'll see you and no doubt try to contact you. I want you to have the choice of reaching out to him before that, or at least make your peace with what you have to say to him if you don't want a relationship."

"Why?"

"Because I don't care to see my siblings hurt. Here, it's my personal line, below it is Damian's. Reach out to me if you'd like for me to plan a meeting spot, reach out to him if you'd prefer I stay out of it. I understand completely if my questions have led you to not trust me." Tim offers him a piece of paper with two phone numbers on it, Danny takes it with shaking hands.

"I... See. Okay." and then after a moment, Danny added numbly "Thanks."

Tim stands and Danny follows, they're both walking towards the door and Danny can't help but feel like he's waiting for another shoe to drop. Tim has a look in his eye like Jazz might on his birthday.

"One last thing before you go and you're officially listed as our star Astronaut: I took care of those pesky case files and lab reports for you. The white ones. It is quite literally impossible for that heinous shit to every bother you again."

"Wait, What? Why would you do that for me? You couldn't have known-"

"It's what family is for. Have a good day, Janus Crew Lead Danny."

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc crossover #dp crossover #danny phantom #tim drake #long post #dc x dp fic #eheheehe tim is always in the know #nothing can be buried from him. he will find every record #i like to think that Danny joins for a wayne family sunday brunch after his mission in the stars #demon twin au #damian and danny are twins #danny and damian are twins #astronaut danny au

[specialagentartemis]

I have a different post in the works about Maddie not having children in the "Masters of All Time" timeline - it makes the emotional dilemma about whether Maddie should help Danny repair and reset the timeline straightforward and clean, but the thing is, the premise that "Masters of All Time" gives us is a FASCINATING and potentially really anguishing emotional dilemma if the writers were allowed to acknowledge it.

Maddie isn't happy in the MoAT timeline. When Danny shows up in her timeline, frantically trying to explain to her that he's her son with Jack Fenton from a different timeline, she accepts and embraces this explanation pretty quickly. It feels like she wants to believe it - she wants to believe that if things had gone differently, she would have married Jack, had children, had a ghost-hunting career she could be open and proud about. Everything Danny offers to her is something she wants more than what she has - a husband who has been lying to her, who dislikes ghost stuff and disapproves of her ghost research, so she has to do it in secret and hide it from him.

Something that goes totally unaddressed: Danny, her son from a different timeline, is a ghost. He's dead.

Never once does anyone stop to wonder what it means that her teenage son is a ghost.

And I know it's because Hartman & co. refuse to let anyone acknowledge that ghosts are dead people... but imagine they did.

Maddie Masters is... happy enough, she guesses. She married her college friend, and he is her friend, and she's not opposed to this. He doesn't support her work, but, well. She deals. She has her basement ghost research lab, even if she has to keep it secret from Vlad. She lost touch with Jack decades ago, and still regrets that, but that happens, sometimes, and his grievances aren't unfounded. She doesn't have children.

And then a ghost boy claiming to be her son shows up, and tells her that in a different timeline, the timeline that should have happened, she married Jack Fenton, she has two children, she is is out and proud about her ghost research and ghost-hunting and Jack enthusiastically collaborates with her on it. He tells her she's happy.

He doesn't tell her how he died.

And Maddie has a heartbreaking choice to make. Does she help him make this reality happen, restore time to how it's "supposed" to go?She wants to believe him, to believe in this alternate history where things went differently and she got the life she wanted! She has a wacky house full of Ghost Contraptions, a husband who loves her and supports her and collaborates with her, and two children she loves.

... and one of those children is going to die when he's 14. That comes with this choice.

Can she live with that? Consciously make this timeline happen, knowing she's going to have this child and then see him die.

It puts me in mind of one of the major emotional through-lines of "Story of Your Life" by Ted Chiang, the story of a linguist who makes contact with aliens and learns their language that allows her to see all of time at once, where it will go, what the outcomes of events will be. She sees her daughter dying. She knows from the moment she has this child that she will die in a rock-climbing accident in college. She sees it all at once, her whole life, and makes that choice to have a baby anyway.

I think MoAT!Maddie should have to consciously make a similar choice, and have similar feelings about it. Unlike the protagonist of "Story of Your Life," she doesn't know how it will all go. She only knows it as Danny tells her, and she herself won't really experience this, going forward. But she, another version of her, will. And Danny doesn't explain the halfa thing or the portal accident or anything, leaving Maddie to have to make her own hypotheses about what her alternate-life's future holds, about the grief that's going to come with the love, and make that choice to make it happen anyway.

#Danny Phantom #child death #child death cw #like fictional child death and also not really because it's Danny Phantom #but Maddie thinks it is and should get to have Feelings about that #perpetual perpetual ladies night #anyway go read 'Story of Your Life' by Ted Chiang it is SO good

[spacedace]

So I've seen a lot of "Jazz works as a therapist at Arkam" in the dp x dc fandom, and while I like the concept, I also feel like Jazz would take one look at the place and immediately be like "what the absolute fuck" at just the everything of the place.

Like, she either nopes out after the tour during the interview or quits not too long afterward starting there, not because she can't take it but because she's so appalled by what's going on there and can smell the corruption rolling off the place and knows no one sent to there is ever actually going to get the help they need.

So Jazz decides to open a private practice instead while still being absolutely determined to work with the various rogues in the city, she is here to help and nothing is going to stop her.

So she just starts showing up at known hangouts of rogues and during their heists/schemes/sprees, and even fights between them and the batfam, just like

"Hi! It’s so nice to meet you! My name is Dr. Jasmine Fenton/Nightingale/whatever last name she’s using and I was hoping we could talk!"

Casually kicks a baterang away without looking because she's being polite and professional!

"I understand that your experience with therapy through Arkam has been nothing but atrocious and that you are rightfully -"

Kicks Batman away without breaking eye contact or a sweat.

"Suspicious of attempting therapy again, and Idon't want to force anything on you, therapy should be on your terms after the experiences you've had but -"

Grabs Robin out of the air as he leaps at the rogue she's talking to and tucks him under her arm, ignoring his feral hissing and all attempts to break her hold.

"-I really think that you'd find it beneficial, even if I'm not the right therapist for you."

The rogue in question is having the time of their life and takes Jazz's business card - and a few extra to pass around - not really intending to actually ever book a therapy appointment with her but way too entertained and excited to share this madness with everyone else.

But then one of the rogues actually looks up Jazz's website and sees all the various safe guards she’s put in place to ensure that any villians that come to her will be protected while seeing her - soundproof therapy room, regular sweeps for listening and tracking devices, the most insane firewalls and protections anyone has ever seen on her network, and ooh she provides snacks and drinks!

So someone finally books an appointment with her, half convinced she's either going to turn them in or is a villain herself intent to experiment on them, but then it’s actually really nice??? And they feel a lot better afterwards?? She doesn't even say anything to indicate that she wants them to stop being villains, she just wants them to be okay??

So more and more rogues start going to her, and Batman was already losing his mind about this woman before - Oracle can't hack her system?!? And her background check shows a totally normal Psychiatrist?? - but now half of Gotham's heavy hitters and a dozen or so other minor league villains are seeing her regularly and every time he tries to get info on any plans the rogues might be scheme via her office it fails utterly. Nightwing got knocked out with something called a creep stick and when he tried to break in himself to get answers she just appeared out of no where and gave him the most scathing lecture about doctor-patient confidentiality before bullying him off her property and threatening to sick her brother on him if he tried again?

And because she's become such a figure in the Gotham underworld, she gets the attention of Joker.

And everyone, rogues and Bats alike, are terrified that she’s going to try and take him on as a patient like she has so many other villains in the city and that's just a recipe for tragedy.

But then the Joker is on his way to the hospital with two broken legs and the fear of god beat into him babbling about eldritch nightmares and whenever anyone asks Jazz what happened she just shrugs and just says things like "I refused him as a patient, he's not my problem." Or "My brother doesn't like clowns." And just, does not elaborate.

Batman is losing his mind over it all. Jazz is just happy to be able to actually help the rogues. Arkam is less happy about how she absolutely destroys their reputation.

#dc x dp #danny phantom #jazz fenton #batman #jazz becomes Gotham's favorite Psychiatrist for villains #Tucker is the one keeping her network secure #and maybe starts a small hacking war with oracle #the Joker showed up trying to turn Jazz into the next Harley Quinn and ended up face to face with a visiting Danny #Harley eventually recovers enough herself to get her license back and joins Jazz's practice #she works with civilians though because of all the conflict of interest with everyone else #weirdly anytime she has a patient who is dealing with someone abusing them the abuser mysteriously disappears #oracle #batfam #eldritch danny

[dcxdpdabbles]

Any new ideas for congratulations! It's triplets? Love the idea of Jason just freaking out and trying to figure out how to build a relationship with his kids while being made fun of by his family and said kids. Especially if he goes overprotective mode because Danny has clown trauma too and gets snagged by the joker

Jason watches as Danny- his son.- impatiently taps his fingers against the table. His boy's gaze was looking at everything, taking in the big fancy Wayne Mannor with a sort of disinterest he was not expecting of a child so young.

His sister and Brother- both with alarmingly similar names- were also disinterested, but Dani was swinging her legs, and Dan was tapping his spoon and fork against the table in a fast-paced drumming.

It's strange to know he would fidget a lot as a kid but he always resorted to finger tapping. Was the tripples little habit from him? He wonders what else they inherited and what he missed out on seeing.

"I don't understand," Jasmine said, overlooking the contract Bruce's lawyers wrote up. " Why would you want custody now? It's been five years."

"I didn't know." Jason swallows past the lump in his throat as she gives him an unimpressed stare over the paper. He feels Bruce place a hand on his shoulder, and the silent support allows him to continue. "If I have, I wouldn't have ever let them grow up without me."

"Jason doesn't want full custody," Tim cuts in with a soft voice that has tricked lesser men into selling their shares. He and the rest of his family are all sitting across from Jassmin Fenton, as she is carefully lured back to the manor to discuss their next step. "He just wants to be part of his kid's lives and would happily share that with you."

"Not telling him about the kids sort of played into that," Steph mutters tactlessly. Unfortunately, her voice carries, and the woman across from them bristles.

There is a tense moment where he thinks Jassmin is about to curse them all out before she sighs and slumps in her seat. "Well, it wasn't like I had a means to contact you when I found out. You gave me a fake name."

Jason winces. "I sort of forgot I told you my name was Petter."

"Wasn't a total lie" Dani chirps "It is your middle name."

Jasmine rubs her eyes. "Look, Jason, I don't want to stop you from seeing the kids, but this is all too much right now. I'm dealing with a lot right now-"

"You are currently homeless," Damian cuts in, causing Jasmine to stop in genuine bewilderment.

"No, we're not." Dan scoffs. "You were waiting for us at our house. Waiting to ambush us."

"The house that was on the street that Poison Ivy just destroyed," The boy says, showing everyone his phone screen. There, clear as day is, their home is nothing but rumble. Jasmine's face spams, and she quickly checks her phone, paling at what she reads.

"Oh, Ancients. It's gone. It's all gone," She whispers, gripping the phone. The three kids immediately stiffen, watching their mother with strange intensity. Too aware of what this means.

They were mature for their age, and that is never a good thing.

Oh gods. Did his children live on the streets? Had Jason's carelessness hurt his children like his parents have hurt him?

"Mom?" Danny asks and that seems to snap Jasmine out of her spirl.

"Hotel!" She gasps, hands shaking as she quickly starts tapping on her phone. Jason catches a glimpse of her screen and realizes she is making a to-do list. "I have to book a hotel room. Call the insurance company, go and try to salvage whatever we can....what else?"

"You can stay here, Fenton," Damian surprisingly offers. "Until your home is rebuilt"

"We couldn't possibly-"

"Hotels are expensive, and you must focus on other more important needs. Father certainly has the space."

Jason jerks into action. "This will also give me a chance to connect with the kids!"

Jasmine bites her lip, turning to her children. Jason could appreciate that she was willing to include them in big decisions. The three nodded, so she eventually sighs.

"Alright. But only until I can get our housing settled. And I'll pay rent"

Jason would argue but he recognized the look in her eye. She would not be sway from making payments. So he agrees, tapping his fingers on the table in a specific rhythm to make sure his family agrees too.

He knows it pains Bruce- the old man already thinks of the triplets as his grandchildren and the idea of charging them to live with him will kill him.

Jason notices the way Dan's eyes zero in on his tapping and the glance around the family members. He fights a proud grin when realization bleeds into his boy's eyes. He's got a smart one, likely aware of that the tapping is a form of Morse code.

Tim did say- after pulling up all files of the four- that his children had developed insane intelligence. Maybe he should get them tested for certification geniuses.

"Hey Mr. Jason," Dani suddenly speaks up.

"Yes Darling?"

"I suggest you remove your eyes from my mom before I remove them from your face." The little girl even punches her palm in a poor intimidation attempt. His heart melts.

Then his face turns a dark red hue at Jasmine's raised brow. Unwillingly flashes of thier last time being face-to face rise in his mind. He coughs awkwardly as his sons face become as protective as their sister, Dan cracking his knuckles and Danny reaching for a knife.

"Oh yeah" Tim deadpans watching the kids reaction "No need for DNA test. Those are definitely Jason's kids"

He agrees, he just hopes he can show his children he plans on sticking around and being the father they deserve.

No one notices Cass and Steph slip away to deal with Posion Ivy. Jason kinda wants to send her a thank you gift for making it possible to have his family move into the manor.

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Congratulations! Its Triplets! #the Dannies are protective of Jazz #Jason is more focus on being a dad but he does have a interest in Jazz #Damian is plotting on being the best uncle #The Waynes vs the Custody battle

[clockwayswrites]

Just a little thought... (aka prompt)

cw: bad parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, mentions of neglect/abuse, social services

As a teacher in the US, Lancer would be a mandatory reporter. This means if he reasonably suspects abuse, he has to report it or lose his job/be fined/etc. And suddenly Danny is in his class. Danny, who after the accident, is suddenly doing poorly in school. He always seems tired too. And Lancer knows Danny was injured the other day. And then injured again and again and again... more than a 'active teenager' should be.

Unable to find any reason anymore but abuse, Lancer reports the Dr. Fentons.

They fail before the social worker is even in the house when the defensive weapons (what do you mean defensive weapons) target Danny. And then there are the guns and experiments and dubious food. When Danny is taken, despite his protests, to the doctor, they find the scars.

Danny, haltingly, half honestly, admits there was a lab accident.

Now the thing is, Amity Park doesn't have a lot of foster families and none of them have room. Aunt Alicia can't even be contacted- she's off in the wilderness- and some past legal trouble (protesting can get a bit extreme sometimes) excludes her anyways.

Lancer doesn't know why he's doing this. Oh gods is he really doing this? But he's always had a soft spot for the Fenton kids. He dosen't know everything, but he's heard there were scars- signs of serious trauma. And so suddenly Lancer has two foster kids, which he... doesn't know how to handle. Staying in the town where their abusive parents regularly make the 'weather' report seems cruel, so Lancer moves back in with his mother... in Gotham. He could use the help and his mother always wanted grandchildren. She accepted him, Lancer knew, but him being aromantic had still come as a bit of a blow in that department.

Jason, for his part, really, really likes the new English teacher at Gotham Academy. The guy curses in literature. Jason is so stealing that as Robin!

It's the new kid in his class makes Jason flustered in a way he doesn't understand. Just why can't he stop thinking about Danny?

#how promptous #have at if you want it #got stuck in my head one day #dp x dc #dead on main

[laxxarian]

Dani is trying to convince Bruce that she already has a family but the man was unconvinced.

Being Batman, he patrols at night together with Robin and from time to time, he'd see Dani sleeping at abandoned buildings or under a bridge of some kind.

Each time he sees the girl sleeping here and there, he'd wake the little girl and convince her to at least seek shelter maybe at someone's certain house but that got Dani giving flashbacks of Vlad and his creepy way of talking.

Vlad changed and all but still creepy.

Now Dani is deciding to go back to Amity Park cuz she already has seen the parts of Gotham but before she leaves, she bids farewell to Bruce at first. Going to his mansion and all, saying goodbye and to his kids.

Saying that she's going to Amity Park to be with her family but Bruce wasn't convinced, why? Because in their data, Amity Park doesn't exist.

This whole thing is suspicious so he plans to follow the girl as she goes back home as Batman.

Dani also waited around where Batman usually patrols at night to say goodbye cuz why not? She didn't want to let the guy get worried seeing as how the man would keep trying to help her.

She didn't want him thinking that she might be dead, well, she is, but they don't know that.

So after the goodbyes and all that. Dani waits for a bus, why? She wants to experience using a public transport and because of that, Batman gets to follow the girl easily but little did he know, Dani could actually hear and see perfectly fine because of her ghost powers that Batman was following her. A bit creeped out but she understands.

The bus stopped at nowhere but home was close, Dani just needed to walk, usually she flies but a bat was following her.

Dani contacted Danny to get her and also informed him that a certain dude just won't go away.

And then blah blah blah, Batman was caught by Danny.

Danny: why are you following us?

Batman: !?

Dani: don't worry, Danny, he's a superhero too

Danny: *looks up and down* ....I see...

Batman now gets to see Amity Park and now that he knows where it is and confirmed the girl's safety. He left.

Then researched about Amity Park back at his mancave but bats themed.

Batman found out that the GIW were keeping the place a secret, not that they were doing illegal but to protect the ghosts from any other people.

After the GIW found out about Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom, they started to open their eyes and sees how good can ghosts be and is actively helping Danny now.

But Batman doesn't know such real reason and theorized they were trying to keep a meta human a secret so they could get Phantom without anyone knowing about it.

So, Batman called the young justice team to go out and investigate.

Strange things that the team found out was that Amity Parkers doesn't care about what's going on the outside of their homes and that's mostly due to ghosts and the only hero their is also a ghost. Not wanting for anymore villains, they all decided not to attract anymore people from getting here and give the Parkers more trouble.

What they also found out was that the residents may be clueless and blind at some times, they were all fascinatingly fast learners when it comes to fighting and also fleeing.

The team also gets to meet Phantom, a cheerful guy and Dani (human form) who was talking casually with him.

#batman #danny phantom #dpxdc #crossover #justice league

[starry-bi-sky]

Clone^2 - graveyard shift

The dinging of the door alerts Sarah of someone walking in, and she barely glances up from her phone to see who it is. It's past midnight and somehow her coworker John managed to convince her to take over his graveyard shift at their convenience store. He owes her one, because she's been standing here for an hour and nobody's come in.

Not a surprise to her - nobody likes to stay out past sundown in Amity Park, even after nearly three years of ghosts appearing all over the place.

But still, it happens sometimes. So she doesn't look up. The dinging bell just lets her know that it's not a ghost, and that's really all she can ask for. The last time she worked late and a ghost came in, she was cleaning the shelves from some weird goo for an hour.

However, the lack of footsteps in the store after a few seconds worries her enough that she forces her head to lift. And a frown weaves its way onto her face when she sees no one at the door, nor anyone in the closet aisles.

...Shit, was there really a ghost here? Can they ring door when they come in? Normally she sees them just phase right through. And normally they glow, bright and jarring that leaves a migraine building behind Sarah's eyes.

Her eyes quickly scan the shelves again, looking for anything out of place -- anyone with too many heads, or too many teeth, or snakes for hair. She's pretty sure a coworker saw that once when they were working graveyard.

But she still sees no one. Apprehension raises the hair on the back of her neck, and she straightens up from her lean against the counter. Fuuuck. Was this one of those... marshmallow ghosts? An animal ghost?

Sarah really does not want to have to fight off a three-eyed raccoon looking-thing with eagle feet. She's heard the horror stories. And there was no way to contact the Phantom or the Red Huntress to come pick it up -- and she wasn't gonna try her luck with the Drs. Fentons.

Her fingers itch for the broom hanging on the wall behind her. It probably won't do much against a mutant raccoon-ghost-monster, but it'll make her feel better.

There's a rustle and crinkle in the candy aisle, and Sarah's hands are curled around the broom before she could blink. Her heart beating in her chest. She walks out from the counter, the bristled end raised like a bat in the air as she creeps apprehensively towards the noise.

There's nothing there when she peers around the side, and the aisle shelves are tall enough that she can't see over them.

She raises the broom higher. Sarah was in softball. She could take out a raccoon-eagle-hybrid.. thing.... easily. She just... needs to pretend its a golf ball. Except golf isn't softball so that's a terrible comparison.

Oh god she was gonna get her face ripped off, wasn't she.

John so owes her one. So much.

Creeping down the aisle, she keeps her ears perked for any new sounds. But all she can really hear is the soft pop music playing on the store speakers -- chosen by yours truly from her own personal playlist -- and the hum of the freezers. Ugh. This was not good for her paranoia. Like, at all.

Sarah's down at the end of the aisle when she feels a quick set of taps on her shoulder. Her nerves are already shot, so she shrieks and whirls around on her foot, swinging the broom blindly.

Only to be met with sudden and blunt resistance. Blinking rapidly, Sarah stares up and sees a black gloved hand gripping the broom handle tightly, small white bandages peeking over the side around five fingers. Following the hand down connects it with an arm, and then a chest, and suddenly she's staring at a black hoodie and black jacket.

When she tilts her head up, Sarah comes face to face with the bone-white mask and the terrifying, unearthly green eyes of their local vigilante, the Phantom.

...Holy fuck. It was the Phantom.

He was taller than she initially thought. Was her jaw on the ground? Probably. It was flapping like a fish out of water. "I- uh, you-- buh--"

Slowly, the Phantom raised his free hand and wrapped it around the handle of the broom. Sarah watches, wide eyed still and stammering as he firmly plucked the broom out of her hands and turned to lean it against the shelves.

Something about him doing that must've kicked her brain back into gear, because the first thing that comes out of her mouth is; "Your eyes are really green."

And she was going to lock herself in the freezer in the back for that one. She feels her face grow hot with embarrassment, and the Phantom only looks at her blankly. Her eyes shift nervously. "Well, it's true."

It was! The green eyes of the Phantom was his most defining feature other than that unsettling mask he wore. Especially considering they were the same color as some of the ghosts. It was one of the many, many creepy things about the guy.

Looking at it gave her the same, faint headache as when she stared at a ghost for too long. So Sarah drops her gaze a little to avoid it.

The Phantom remains silent, but he raises his hands and signs something to her that she doesn't understand. Fuck, that's right. He didn't speak - and Sarah doesn't know any ASL.

Sarah cringes. "Sorry, I don't know ASL."

She can feel his burning green eyes boring into her, and he remains as silent as the grave as he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a phone in a plain black case. She watches him turn it on -- or at least she assumes he does, there's a privacy protector covering the screen -- and type something into.

He holds it up to her face when he's done, and she squints at the screen. In the notes app, a small text reads; 'We're ready to pay.'

..Oh. This wasn't Sarah's night. Embarrassment flashes hot through her and she forces out a laugh in order to try and quell it, Phantom shoves the phone back into his pocket. "Oh! Oh, right! I'm sorry, I'll uh- get up to the front--" She stops in her tracks.

Wait. Did that message say 'we?'

She smiles nervously, tilting her head up at the Phantom as her brows thread together. "Um," she swallows dryly, "we?" Didn't... didn't the Phantom work alone?

As if startled, the Phantom jerks. And for the first time since he showed up, he blinks and turns around. Which personally, doesn't bode that well as the Phantom swivels his head from side to side like he's looking for someone.

Sarah thinks, after the Phantom stalks up to the end of the aisle and looks around, she hears him sigh. And when he walks back, he snatches the broom with an elegant twist and knocks it against the shelves.

Thud, thud, thud!

There's very, very quiet shuffling that Sarah would have missed if she hadn't been looking for it, and then silence for a few seconds, before suddenly there's a small child pushing past her side and over to the Phantom.

And in the process, scaring the shit out of Sarah.

She squeaks and jumps, nearly tripping over her own feet as the child makes a spot next to the Phantom's side. "Where did you come from?!" She says, her heart pounding against her ribcage.

The child says nothing, just stares at her through a creepy bone-white mask reminiscent of the Phantom's. Although unlike the Phantom, he was wearing some... kind of... dark red ninja outfit?

Sarah really wasn't quite sure. It was partially covered by a jacket that clearly belonged to the Phantom and with the sleeves rolled up multiple times to his elbows. The jacket alone nearly obscured the sword attached to his hip.

...Why the hell did the child have a sword.

She looks between Phantom and the child, at a loss for words. Why-- why did the Phantom have a kid with him, why was the kid wearing a mask like his.

"You have a child with you." Sarah says bluntly, her voice flat. It betrays how shocked she feels. The Phantom doesn't say anything, as she should have expected, but he does nod shortly.

The child bristles slightly, but says nothing. Part of his mouth was uncovered, and she watched it twist downward into a scowl at her. Unlike the Phantom, his eyes were not green. She couldn't see his eyes at all, actually. They were shadowed by the mask.

There's the sound of paper thwipping, and like a magician pulling out a card, the Phantom holds out a note card to her. He stares, expectantly, and Sarah reluctantly takes it.

Written in neat writing and bold sharpie are the words; "This is Wraith."

...And that's it. Sarah glances up at Phantom. Then at the supposed 'Wraith'. Then back at Phantom. "You're bringing a child with you to ghost hunt?" She asks, and okay, maybe she's not able to hide all of the judgement leaking into her voice. "And you gave him a sword?"

The Phantom stares at her blankly, or well, probably blankly. All of his expressions are unreadable with the mask he wears. But the kid, Wraith, bristles again like a stray cat. His scowl deepens, he puffs up, and he opens his mouth like he's about to say something.

...Only for the Phantom to immediately snap his hand out and cover his mouth. Wraith makes an angry sound, and Phantom drags the boy into his side, seemingly nonplussed as he twists his wrist and pulls another note card out of nowhere.

"He is perfectly capable of handling himself." The card reads, and then continues; "I would not have been able to stop him anyways. Wraith would have followed me regardless."

Did he have these prepared?

Best not to question it, Sarah decides. The Phantom has always been strange. So she just nods mutely and stuffs the two notecards into her back pocket. "Okay," she says, and moves around the Phantom. "I'll check you out up front."

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #clone^2 #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpdc crossover #danny covering damian's mouth as the phantom and the wraith will never *not* be funny to me #anyways i was thinking about this for the last two days and finally decided to write it #red huntress was also originally supposed to be here but i couldn't get a good flow going #had the idea of damian wearing danny's jacket as the wraith at first and needed to write it down #is it impractical? yeah. but its only until danny can get him a jacket that fits #amity park be cold at night okay?? damian is Littol he needs the extra layers #danny being bruce’s wayne clone -> bruce wayne being tall -> DANNY is tall #tried to kinda capture how lowkey unsettling the phantom can be from an outside perspective #was kinda successful? not much for him to do current that’s creepy tho other than stare

[evilminji]

Saw it mentioned, have to wonder >.>

Just? HOW Ecto-Contaminated ARE the Fentons? Maddie and Jack?

We as a Phandom rather rightfully give them flak for their neglectfulness and single minded pursuits... but SHOULD we be?

Or has that ship long since sailed?

Even before the portal, they were working with countless samples. Were EXPOSED to the prototype, alongside Vlad. Not directly. Not full, standing in front of it, exposed.

But?

Isn't radiation still radiation? They were IN the room. Less then about a yard or two away. And on top of that they NEVER stopped researching.

How much Ectoplasm particulates have the breathed in? Absorbed through skin contact? EATEN?

Those weenies? The ones that came alive? Have they eaten those INCREDIBLY TAINTED meats? What about subtly tainted things? Things that got Ectoplasm on them, but didn't meet the threshold for reanimation?

What about cups? It's a viscose substance. Does a dishwasher REALLY clean those cups of every trace?

How... how many YEARS of build up, have accumulated in their systems?

Jack Fenton kool-aid man's his way though WALLS. His wife moves faster and with greater agility then a woman her age should rightfully be ABLE too. They lift weapons, with ease, that normal humans would buckle under.

Their son survived the impossible.

Was that house a petri-dish of ecto-contaminations? Who checked in on them. Who would even NOTICE if the local "crack-pots" were slowly... slipping. Grins getting too wide. Eyes too bright. Minds too strange. Becoming... Obsessive.

Who would notice if they started to lose track of time. Of meals. Of their daughter. Then their son. Lost to the BEAUTY of RESEARCH. Of SCIENCE. Ghosts.

They would shake themselves out of it. Again and again. Where is their daughter? Their kids? Weren't they about to make lunch? Why is it dawn? Why are the kids sleeping on the floor? They would frown and promise themselves they'd do better. They're parents now!

They love their children.

More then ANYTHING. Their kiddos are the best thing to ever happen to them. They love them so, SO much. So why? Why are they having such a hard time remembering? Focusing? Why do they keep getting distracted?

Consider another father. Box Ghost.

Which is more important to him? Lunch Box or Boxes?

What a cruel, unspeakable thing to ask. You'd be kicked out of any haunt you dare voiced it in. The core of his soul and the greatest thing he's ever made, his bestest baby girl. He would tear himself apart, trying to chose.

The father in him would not hesitate, his daughter, every time. But the GHOST in him? Boxes, with out question. Like a glitching, error filled, feedback loop. One but the other, but the one, but the other! Until something gave or it killed him.

Or until the question no longer applies.

Do you think Jazz realized her parents... weren't well? She wouldn't realize WHAT was wrong for over a decade. But? Watching them fight themselves, fight each OTHER, confused and distressed...

Which is more important? Their Kids or Their Research?

Human enough to fight their Obsessions, but Limnal enough it causes severe distress. Their kids, they insist. Their KIDS! They argue! Research, Research, Research. Hisses something they can't control, wrapped around their brains and nerves and SOULS.

A compulsion they can't fight.

And Jazz watches it eat up their family and lives. She doesn't understand. She hates it. She goes to the library and on the computer and all she can find to compare it too, is "mental illnesses". It's tearing her family apart. Making her parents break promise after promise, even when they TRY. Making EVERYBODY cry.

She wants to fix it. When things get broken in their house, they FIX them. She can too. She tries for YEARS.

But are the Fentons broken? Or are they just... no longer quite human. Is the tragedy not that they got "sick" so much that they were left alone with innocent children who were NOT?

A ghost can not help, being what it is. And what is a Limnal? If not a very, VERY Ghostly Human? Box Ghost is an excellent father to Box Lunch. But would he be an equally good father to a human toddler? Would ANY Ghost?

They would TRY. Would love them and read parenting books. May even successful raise them. But it would not have been wise. Nor without great struggle. We can all admit that. There is far more to raising someone then just loving them.

And never mistake it, the Dr's. Fenton love their children. Would burn heaven and earth for them. March the gates of hell and kick open the doors to heaven. Even file their taxes. Make small talk.

But should they have been TRUSTED with children? Should ANY severally Limnal? I argue... not without a mitigating force. A nanny, a caretaker, Grandma. Uncle Peter, who's getting back on his feet, might have spider powers, who's to say. SOMEBODY.

Because let's be real. If Jazz had not been as likely Limnally inhanced as she was? Unusually mature and nimble? That situation was a powder keg. She kept them from dying from injury or starvation. Kept Danny from her parents dangerous research and devices.

If EITHER of them had died?

Well... ask yourself this: What would happen to Box Ghost, if a Box killed his daughter?

@hdgnj @nerdpoe @stealingyourbones

#dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

[halfagone]

Let Gotham Be Terrifying

I've seen many different takes and versions of Gotham, but I would love to play into the fact that Gotham is the second most crime-ridden city in America. That's right- Gotham, for all its horrible cruelty, still does not compare to Blüdhaven. But that doesn't make it any less terrifying, especially to newcomers.

I know a lot of people say that Amity Parkers would be desensitized to the Rogue attacks, because of the ghosts that constantly haunt the streets. But I think they would actually be more horrified of Gotham because of the ghosts.

Because here's the thing about Danny's Rogues Gallery. For all intents and purposes, they don't actually want to hurt people. The ghosts might not be harmless, but neither are they expressly malicious.

The Box Ghost? Give him some of your leftover cardboard from when you were moving apartments, he'll appreciate them and leave you alone for a while as a thank you. If you catch him at the right time, he might even be willing to lend a helping hand. With the promise of the boxes afterwards, he doesn't do work for free after all.

Lunch Lady? You'll see her at the soup kitchens or the food banks lending a helping hand; sometimes she even gets invited to the soccer games to act as hostess and she makes the best main dishes. And her dessert? People have made remarks that they're to die for, which is more than a little insensitive but hey, still true.

Ember McLain? Phantom's made a deal with her: so long as she keeps her mind control out of her music, she can play however much she wants. They hold weekly concerts in the park, you just gotta make sure everyone scatters by the time the Fentons arrive, and don't say shit to the GIW when they come around asking, and everyone comes out of this happy.

Kitty and Johnny? Sure, their arguments always cause a ruckus, and it can be more than a little awkward to watch a couple scream at each other in public. But if you're willing to lend a kind ear to Kitty when she's upset, she's far less likely to lash out and hurt people as a result. As for Johnny, let him do a couple laps around town and he'll get his head on straight. If the Red Huntress doesn't do it for him, of course. And when they're on good terms, you'll sometimes see them walking about town, holding hands and just having fun. Sometimes they'll buy some ice cream or other treats from stores. No one really knows where they got the money, but it's legit and no one feels the need to turn them away, if they're respectful about private property.

Youngblood? He's a bit brash and immature, but sometimes you'll catch him hanging out with Phantom playing astronauts. Sometimes you'll even see him hanging out with that girl Phantom playing cowboys. He likes to play at the parks and playgrounds with the other kids his age. And yeah, sometimes he hogs the toys a little too long, but he's the best storyteller the kids on the yard have ever seen. He's a great playmate once you get the hang of it.

As for Skulker... eh, he and Phantom have their fights but honestly, it's the collateral damage that causes more problems than the ghosts themselves. The morning commute should not take this long.

Spectra got ran out of town forever ago and at this point, people can recognize her on sight. If your mental health has taken a startling downturn, contact one of the helplines and if worse comes to worst, reach out to Phantom to make sure she's not sticking her nose where no one wants her.

Desiree- watch your mouth and stop saying the word 'wish' and you're set for life. She can be petty sometimes, but again, that's why you watch your mouth.

For 7 out of the 9 cases here, the ghosts don't actually mean much harm. Other, more powerful ghosts like Vortex or Nocturn don't come around often. They might think Phantom is a little bitch, but they respect his territory. They would do the same if they were in his place. Predator acknowledging predator, as I like to say.

But that's the distinct difference. The ghosts can be bargained with, reasoned with. If you give them some other outlet, more often than not they're willing to take it and don't bother anyone first.

The Gotham Rogues on the other hand? There is no indulging the Joker or Black Mask or Scarecrow. In some cases, even when Mr. Freeze's wife is cured or he's finally let her go, he still keeps to his life of crime. What about Harvey Dent? Zsasz? Manbat? A lot of these Rogues cannot be reasoned with.

And this isn't even including the drug dealers and the muggers and the traffickers. This isn't even including the corrupt police and the even more corrupt local government. This isn't even including the likes of the Court of Owls and the rich and elite that run the show. This isn't even including the League of Assassins, who've always had a vested interest in the city.

And isn't that sad? Doesn't that say something when the living are crueler than the dead?

So give me a Danny or a Jazz or a Tucker or a Sam- any Amity Park citizen you want- that is disturbed by the thoughtless destruction and murders. Give me a Jazz that takes one look at the Arkham Asylum patients and is unnerved by their incapability to change. Give me a Danny that visits Gotham one time to lend a hand, and by the end of it, he turns to Batman and he says, "I don't know how you do it."

Because this is a family of vigilantes, who all besides one, do not have powers. They have to cover a city filled with millions of people, watch over them every night, and try to stop any possible terrible atrocities. Because even if every single member of Batman's Rogues Gallery suddenly dropped dead, Gotham has far deeper issues than just them. That is why Batman's crusade is endless. That's why it's not as simple as flicking a switch.

Gotham is terrifying. And what does it say when the Batman can put the fear of god into a city like that?

Batman is terrifying, and I think sometimes that can be a reminder to us all.

#dpxdc #dpxdc headcanon #dpxdc au #i just have a lot of feelings #about a terrifying gotham #and an even more scary batfamily #okay??? #long post

[chrysanthemum9484]

After the Nasty Burger exploded and the matter of Danny's legal guardian was brought up the social worker suggested letting Danny choose from a few possible guardians with the chance to switch out of he doesn't like it. And after some back and forth on the matter the social worker states that Danny made it clear that he will run away if they try to make him stay with his godfather, Vlad Masters.

So they pulled out possible suggestions.

Maddie's sister, Alicia, was brought up first. She had no criminal record but her home was far away from civilization, schools, hospitals and even small clothes' and food shops. She was put in the 'only if absolutely necessary or strongly requested' category.

Then they looked at Jack's family.

His parents were dead and he had one sibling. Lex Luthor (who clearly changed his name due to an argument with his parents before they died (he also surprisingly enough voted against the Anti-Ecto Acts when they were proposed during his short bout as a high ranking politician, arguing that they should be instead votes into being a part of the metahuman umbrella as they live in a different dimension and can count as a separate species.)) who they tentatively added to the 'suggest' list as he can provide access to good education, good health care, good food and clothes and other after they checked in with him to see is fine with housing his nephew.

Jack also had a cousin, John Constantine. Unfortunately they couldn't get in contact with him to even consider him as a part of the 'back up' list.

There were also the reputable foster families with Bruce Wayne on top of the list as he has fostered a child successfully for several years now and has also had some other children fostered for a week to make sure their homes (be they current or future ones) were safe when needed.

"I am surprised that Mr. Fenton didn't say anything about Lex Luthor when asked about other people he didn't want to put with." Said the social worker's partner in crime.

"Me too. I suspect that they actually have a relatively good relationship." Noted Danny's social worker absentmindedly.

"Lex Luthor actually having a good relationship with anyone marks either the end of global warming and hunger or the beginning of the apocalypse." Half-joked the partner in crime.

That got a laugh from the social worker before she sighed. It was rare but not unheard of children saying that they don't want their godparents to have guardianship over them. She learned early on in her carrier that it is best to listen when they make that clear. Sometimes children see or hear thing which leaves them disliking some people for good reasons. Reasons which they are most of the time unlikely to share even when interrogated unless Batman gets involved. Even then it can be hard to convince them to share they have seen or heard to make them dislike someone to the point of running away.

She has also learned that children are far better at hiding from the legal system than adults. Once they become street kids they join baby gangs and then they quickly learn how hide, run and fight dirty. Very rarely do the police actually manage to get those runaway kids back in the foster system.

#chrysanthemum9484 #chrysanthemum writes #danny fenton #dpxdc #dcxdp #uncle lex luthor au #lex luthor

[dragonshoardofworks]

DP x DCMK (x DC)

Where Danny and Shinichi meet at the Hawaii where's a Ghost Convention (pre-portal and Conan, when they're both around 11–12 years old) since both sets of parents are invested in the topic. (The Fentons because they're the Fentons and Yusaku because he's researching for one of his books).

They become friends and keep contacts through messages, sharing school shenanigans, crushes, cases and family mishaps.

The One Thing that Danny doesn't share, though, is his halfa status.

First, because Shinichi doesn't believe in the supernatural (according to him, magic is just unexplained science) and second, because his change is far from any kind of "normalcy" and Shinichi had categorically stated that he doesn't want anything to do with superheroes, he's just a "normal" detective and they (the Justice League) save the world.

Though, it's not unusual that, if something weird happens in a case, Shinichi asks Danny's opinion and intel since the Fenton's library has "weird"/obscure material. (If the answer gets him too close to superhero-stuff, Shinichi passes the ball to the JL, more specifically to Red Robin, but that's something for a following reblog of this thread.)

So when Shinichi becomes Conan and settles in Ran's home, he contacts our favorite boi.

(A bit late to the @crossoverdanuary party... (^～^;)ゞ Anyway, long post in chat-style, plus an extra, so I decided to use the read more function because it was getting out of hand... (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) )

Shinichi: Hey Danny, do you know anything that should be killing you, but instead it shrinks you? Danny: Shrink as in size or age? S: Age D: Hold on, gotta check some books to be sure, but usually anything age-related is dark shit. What's for? Fun or case? S: ...It's for a case D: Well, that didn't sound ominous at all, then gotta go *faster* *few minutes later* D: Okay, the closest thing (still in the Mortal Realm) to what you asked is this jewel most commonly known as "Pandora" (if she knew, she would definitely lose her shit) D: it's a gem hidden inside another gem that glows red under the moonlight D: "if bathed in the light of the Volley Comet, it would shed tears capable of granting eternal life" S: This doesn't sound anything like what I asked you (⁠눈⁠‸⁠눈⁠) D: Cut the sass beanpole and let me continue D: since the legend exist and it's documented, it should be reasonable to presume that someone managed to attain it, right? S: ...right *squinty eyes* D: So if some scientist tried to reproduce the same results in the *scientific way* instead of the magical one, they could have either the original "Tears" or the one who consumed them and run test and experiment on them D: whatever the case, there would be either some inferior or failed products that instead of making you immortal, *de-ages* you, which is the next best thing (i.e. you would live longer) D: but since they were "failures" compared to the immortality elixir, they could definitely become poisons. D: So! Since you were so ominous, was it really for a case or did our dear Professor Agasa dabble in alchemy? 👀 (read) D: Beanpole, I know you read my explanation and since this is really dark shit you *have* to at least give me context D: because among the warnings that the grimoire gave me, there's the thing that you become somewhat cursed S: ...Or you're cursed or you're not, there's no "somewhat" D: He speaks! 🙌 D: Give me *the deets* *long pause* D: *Shinichi Kudo* ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ S: Okay, fine! I can feel your disappointed stare all the way to Japan, stop! >Д< D: Then explain S: Okay S: so you know how I can't leave things alone when they have suspicious all printed on them? D: Your worst defect, yes, but continue D: ...wait D: Shinichi no D: HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW?? S: Still 17, thank you very much D: I mean physically, you little shit, don't dodge the question! S: ... S: ...we think 7 D: What in the Infinite Realms everloving fuck, Shinichi D: Okay, you know what? D: I'm coming to Japan and you can't stop me, you *midget*, I know what you're already going to say D: it's dangerous, yada yada D: nothing I've already seen and fought S: What do you mean?! D: Since you're *such a good detective*, deduce it yourself D: give me your coordinates in the meantime and don't you dare move from that spot S: If you send me Superman or anyone of his creek, I swear to Kami, Danny D: Please, Superman could only desire to be anything like me, now *coordinates* ಠ⁠_⁠ಠ *coordinates sent* D: good boy D: now get ready in 3 S: 3 what? D: 2 D: 1

🕵️👻

A full body shiver run over Shinichi as soon as the "1" appeared on the screen, so he looked up from his phone, searching for where the cold draft could have come from. However, the agency toilet window was closed and the closed door had a good insulation, last time he had checked.

So what...!

"Boo."

Shinichi shrieked with all the high pitch of an elementary schooler, as he whirled around to look at what, or better, who had whispered by his ear.

A white-haired green-eyed floating teenager with a black hazmat suit with white accents grinned almost maniacally at him, showing their fangs predatorily.

Anatomically they looked male and despite the unhinged expression, the body language didn't project "danger". If anything, it was loose and casual as if he (until otherwise stated) belonged here.

The unearthly glow suggested either some substance coating him that gave him that illusion, or there was magic afoot.

Irritation surged inside Shinichi: Danny knew his rules! No direct superhero meeting, only exchange of intel!

"Who are you and why did Fenton send you?" Shinichi gritted, crossing his arms to appear less like a 7 years old.

"You disappoint me, little detective, I thought you would have figured it out at first glance!" The supposed hero pouted, crossing legs and arms midair and staring back at Shinichi. "I guess that your fame had been an exaggeration, after all. Some East Highschool Detective you are!"

The teasing little smirk incensed Shinichi more than alarming him (the other knew his secret!), but the last thought made him pause.

Danny wouldn't betray him like this by informing whatever "superhero" of this situation just to help him without his consent. Their boundaries had been awesome like that and had been respected so far, despite the many trials both had faced.

So who was this person really?

Shinichi's mind focused back into deducing the teen before him, and the more looked, the more disbelief made way in his heart. (...He had said he would be coming to Japan, but not in that instant!)

"No way, Danny?"

"Fucking finally, midget! What took you so long?" Danny huffed, untangling then touching down on his feet and looking him over. "It even gave me time to take a look at your situation!"

"Hey! Your voice is different, so I could deduce it only because "if you exclude the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the Truth"! Since you would never spill my secrets to anyone, this must have been you!" Shinichi gestured to his friend, who flushed green when he registered the meaning of the words.

"Wow," he breathed, sounding pleased, as he scratched his nape, "you would believe that a ghost of me is still me instead of me betraying you, wow!"

"Wait, ghost? I thought you just become a superhero, not that you died!" Despite his insistence on not believing the supernatural, Shinichi had read the Fentons' papers on ghosts (the most recent ones, AKA the "no more biased version" as Danny had called them). And, while he hadn't told his friend this, the scientific breakdown of what makes a ghost what they are, had made Shinichi believe in the existence of ectoplasmic beings.

But to discover that one of his best friends had died, he hadn't known or could have done anything, plus Danny hadn't felt safe enough to tell him until it had become unavoidable, made Shinichi clutch his heart in agony and despair.

Probably sensing the shift and interpreting the action for what that was, Danny's face shifted into regret, as he knelt down before the shrunk detective and a ring of light lit up at his waist, washing over him and leaving a hoodie-and-jeans-clad raven-haired and blue-eyed teenager.

Slowly, as if not to spook a frozen Shinichi, Danny laid a hand on his shoulder, while the other took the free little hand to his NASA hoodies chest and splayed it there, allowing him to feel his heartbeat. As if he had known that only words wouldn't have been enough to convince the detective.

Slowly but surely, feeling Danny's sluggish but steady heartbeat, made Shinichi unclench, then lean against his friend's chest, head tucked under his chin.

Carefully, Danny wrapped his friend in a hug, knowing well that, while physical affection was welcome from him, Japanese social conventions and the Kudo's upbringing had left Shinichi a little adverse to prolonged contact.

As the apparent 7-years-old melted into the embrace and clutched Danny as well, followed by a suspicious wet sensation on his chest, the halfa realized that this was bad.

Shinichi had never sought comfort like that, according to professor Agasa (who Danny did keep in contact with, since he was more a parent than the Kudos), so to do this now...

"It's okay, Shinichi, I'll explain better what happened to me, but it's not your fault." Shinichi shuddered at these words and buried deeper in the embrace, making guilt shoot through Danny. He had caused this breakdown. The least he could do was to help him through it and some.

"And we're gonna find a way to solve what happened to you, I promise."

#the dragon writes #xover danuary 2024 #danuary 2024 #could be seen as #free day #or #rough #danny phantom #dcmk #dcu #dpxdcmk #dp x dcmk x dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #angst #hurt/comfort #Fenton's A+ parenting #Kudo's A+ parenting #danny fenton #kudo shinichi #tim drake #Danny and Shinichi are friends #Shinichi and Red Robin are online acquaintances (friends) #but here in this ficlet isn't specified #it's for a later reblog #otherwise this would have become too long #you can blame this crossover on dcmk Movie 26 #I saw it yesterday and made me *write* #chat fic #ficlet

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Prompt idea: Danny is stuck in ghost mode while at school. (Is he dressed up as Fenton? Is this during a post-reveal? Crack where the bomb is dropped on the last day? Crack commentary on the obliviousness of the townsfolk? A rumor of Phantom secretly attending classes turns into something more serious for Danny to grapple with?) If it interests you, go wild c:

I have no excuse for how long these prompts take me...

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"Jazz. Jazz! Wake up."

"Mmmm, what?" Jazz groggily lifted her head off of her pillow, her hair neatly fashioned into two braids. "What time is it?"

"It's one in the morning," whispered Danny. "We need your help."

The room was dark except for Danny's ghostly glow, illuminating Sam and Tucker beside him. Jazz bolted into a sitting position.

"Did something happen?" she asked in alarm. "Danny, are you okay?"

"I'm okay," said Danny.

"If you can call being stuck in ghost form okay," added Tucker.

"Stuck in ghost form?" echoed Jazz, her brow knitting.

"We were out on patrol and some ghost hit Danny with a ghost ray that's now preventing him from changing back," said Sam.

Jazz gasped. "Is he stuck in ghost form forever?"

"No," said Tucker. "I mean, we don't think so. We're sure it'll wear off, we just don't know when."

"But we don't think it'll be before school tomorrow," said Sam.

"Yeah, and I have a really important English test tomorrow," said Danny, sounding panicked. "Like I have to take it or Lancer says I'll fail the whole semester. I'm sitting on a low C right now, so I can't afford to miss it."

"Danny, have you even been studying for this test?" asked Jazz, narrowing her eyes and sounding cross. "Why did you go out fighting ghosts when you knew you had this big important test to take?"

"Look, can you spare me the lecture?" pleaded Danny. "I need your help."

"What exactly do you think I can do to help?"

"I need you to help disguise my ghost form so I can go to school tomorrow looking human enough to attend all my classes and take the test."

Jazz stared at the three teens in front of her. They all stared back.

"You can't be serious," said Jazz at last.

"Dead serious," said Tucker. "No pun intended." He chortled. "Okay, maybe a little intended."

Jazz sighed and grabbed her phone off her nightstand and opened a note-taking app. "All right, let's start by making a list of everything we need to disguise. Then we'll go through each one at a time. First, the white hair, of course."

"White eyelashes and eyebrows, too," said Sam. "And the glowing green eyes."

"His glow in general," chirped Tucker. "He can light up a whole room sometimes, especially when he's hyper or happy."

"His voice echoes."

"He blushes green."

"Plus his skin has an overall green tinge instead of red."

"Yeah, even his lips are greenish-blue, looking like he's oxygen-deprived."

"And he's like a walking, floating AC. You just instantly feel cold when he's nearby."

"True, he's deathly cold to the touch."

Jazz nodded, tapping each entry into her phone. "Danny? Do you have anything to add?"

Danny flinched and rubbed his neck. "No, I think you've all managed to list out everything that makes me a freak."

"It doesn't make you a freak, Danny," said Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It just makes you unique." She shivered and withdrew her hand, shaking it out. "But damn, you are cold."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Sam. I feel much better."

"First, the white hair," said Jazz. "Hats aren't allowed at school, so we need to dye it black."

"No problem," said Sam. "I have plenty of black hair dye at home."

Tucker and Danny quirked their brows.

"Oh, come on," said Sam. "You both already know that my natural hair color is blonde. And even though my mom hates that I dye it, she at least buys me the good stuff so I don't look 'cheap,' as she says."

"That takes care of that, then," said Jazz, writing in some notes. "Okay, next is the eyes."

"I have some blue colored contacts, too," said Sam.

Tucker gasped, pressing a hand over his heart. "Sam, do you mean to tell me your natural eye color isn't purple either?"

"Shut it," hissed Sam.

"But the contacts aren't going to stop his eyes from glowing," said Jazz.

"Yeah, I don't know how we can cover up his glow," said Sam.

"Layers," said Tucker. "Lots of layers. Danny, you're just gonna have to be hot tomorrow."

Danny sighed, not enjoying that idea at all.

"You know, this is the part where you're supposed to say, 'I'm always hot!'" quipped Tucker.

Danny snorted. "Who do you think I am, you?"

"Layers won't work," Sam cut in. "His eyes and face would still glow, and we can't cover his face with a mask."

"Then you're screwed, dude," said Tucker. "Ghosts can't just stop glowing."

"That's not true," said Danny. "I've encountered several ghosts that were able to suppress their glow and pass for humans while in town. Like Johnny and Kitty."

"I guess that's true," said Tucker, nodding.

"But how do they do it?" asked Sam.

"I actually asked Kitty that once," said Danny. "She said the easiest way is to hold back on all emotions, to be completely serious, blank. Empty, as she put it."

"Empty?" Tucker tilted his head.

"Yeah," said Danny. "You said yourself that my glow gets brighter when I'm really happy."

"And it gets dim when you're depressed," said Jazz. "Yes, we've all noticed that."

"So if I just try to stay blank all day tomorrow, I shouldn't glow," said Danny.

"But you're like the moodiest guy we know," said Tucker. "How are you going to pull that off?"

Danny glared at him, his eyes flashing brighter.

"See?" said Tucker, pointing.

"He's right, Danny," said Jazz. "You're a little moody, you know."

"You get kind of pissy pretty easily," added Sam.

"And you get turned on just seeing Paulina in a tight shirt," said Tucker.

"Tucker!" squealed Sam, lightly decking him.

"Hey, you like seeing Paulina in a tight shirt as much as I do," said Danny, his face glowing green with flushing ectoplasm.

"Yeah, but I don't light up like a glowstick," said Tucker.

Danny groaned. "Okay, fine. I guess I just have to stay away from everyone tomorrow. You know, not talk to anyone…at all. Ever."

"Really?" Sam raised a brow. "You're just not going to interact with a single person tomorrow?"

"What choice do I have?" asked Danny. "It's the only way to stop myself from showing emotion that would make me glow."

"It would also solve the problem of your echoey voice," said Jazz. "Honestly, not talking at all probably is your best bet."

"Right," said Danny, nodding. "I just go to school, stay blank and emotionless all day long, take the test, and then come right home. We've already tampered with the school's ghost detection system to not pick up on my ecto-signature, so no one will suspect that I'm secretly a ghost in disguise."

"If we're really going to do this, we need to start now," said Jazz. "Sam and Tucker, go get the hair dye and contacts. Danny, start figuring out how to suppress your emotions."

Sam and Tucker left to retrieve the dye while Danny stayed in Jazz's room and tried to meditate. He sat cross-legged on Jazz's carpet, closing his eyes and just breathing.

But his mind kept wandering. Thinking over Kitty's instructions made him remember how she overshadowed Paulina and made him think the prettiest girl in school actually liked him—that hurt.

And thinking about Dash borderline worshiping Phantom but having no respect for Fenton—that made him angry.

And imagining being stuck in ghost form forever and his parents eventually finding out and taking him down to the lab for torturous experimentation—that frightened him.

Through his closed eyes, he could see his glow pulsating, emanating with his different emotions.

"Here." Jazz lit an unscented candle and placed it in front of him on the floor. "I was doing some research on my phone about clearing your head when meditating, and they suggest focusing on a candle flame."

Danny opened his eyes and tightened his cross-legged position, holding his ankles as he stared at the crimson-edged flame. Bright white and orange sparked and flittered around the wick, melting the wax in a shiny pool underneath.

He followed each movement, each flicker.

Anytime a new thought tried to enter his head, whenever his mind started to wander, he refocused on the flame's dreamy dance.

"Hey!" Jazz squealed. "It's working!"

Danny blinked and looked down at himself. His brow creased when his glow appeared just the same as always.

"Well, it was," insisted Jazz. "I guess maybe I was too excited and that knocked you out of your state of emptiness. But it really does work!"

Danny refocused on the flame, this time with the confidence that this was definitely not a waste of time and he really could stop glowing if he just stopped feeling anything and everything.

His English grade depended on it.

After a few more minutes, Danny was able to clear his mind enough to dim his glow. He was working on closing his eyes and imagining the flame in just his head when Sam and Tucker arrived with the dye and contacts. With just half an hour before sunrise and a lot of teamwork, Danny Phantom was at last all dressed up and disguised as Danny Fenton.

Danny looked at himself in his bedroom mirror after Sam and Tucker returned home to get what little sleep they could before they had to start getting ready for school.

"What are you going to do with that?" asked Jazz, pointing at his black and white jumpsuit draped over his desk chair.

"Oh." Danny grabbed the suit and phased it through his wall, setting it on the nogging that he was using as a makeshift shelf for all of his hidden contraband. "Wow, I've never had to do that before."

Jazz put her hands on her hips as her gaze traveled up and down his body. "Black hair, blue eyes, regular clothes with pants and long sleeves to cover up as much as possible—but you're still glowing."

Danny moaned. "I know. I'm feeling nervous right now."

"Clear your mind. Let me see the full effect."

Danny shut his eyes, conjuring the flame again. His shoulders relaxed, and he opened his eyes, trying his best to remain blank and unfeeling.

Jazz approached him, her lips puckered with scrutiny as she walked around him, studying him from all angles. She then cupped her hands around her eyes and leaned in very close to his face.

"You're still glowing a tiny bit." She stepped back. "But as long as the lights are on and you try really hard to keep your mood even and bland, no one should notice."

Danny nodded, not wanting to even speak and risk losing his focus.

"But there is one last thing that needs to be covered up," said Jazz. "Your complexion. You still look like a ghost with all those green undertones." She brightened. "But some foundation will fix that right up!"

Danny sat in his desk chair while Jazz retrieved a few makeup items, including a bottle of foundation and some makeup brushes and sponges.

"Just don't think about it," said Jazz. "I need you to keep that glow dim so I can do this right."

Danny focused on the flame in his head and sat still while Jazz caked the foundation onto his face, blending out the edges and then setting it with a matte finishing powder. She also swept powder into his eyebrows to darken them.

"Open your eyes," said Jazz, coming toward him with a mascara wand.

"Is mascara really necessary?" asked Danny as Jazz tickled his eyelashes with the wand.

"Well, I considered using fake lashes, but I figured your white lashes would still show up underneath them," said Jazz. "Look up, please."

Danny grumbled but obeyed as Jazz continued applying the mascara.

"Okay, now look at me." Jazz squinted as she studied Danny's face. "Just one last thing."

Jazz picked up three tubes of lipstick and held them up to Danny's face, closing one eye as she examined each against her recent makeup job. Danny groaned and regained his glow.

"Danny, try to stay blank right now," said Jazz. "It's hard for me to choose the right color when you're glowing."

"But Jazz, lipstick, really?"

"Your lips are cold green. We have to somehow convince everyone you're filled with blood and not ectoplasm."

Danny groaned a final time before clearing his head again and subsequently dimming. Jazz selected a color and applied one layer over his lips, then another.

"This is expensive lipstick that is supposed to stay on your lips all day and not transfer," said Jazz, recapping the tube. "But just be careful when you eat or drink."

Danny stood to check his reflection in a mirror. His glow started returning as soon as he saw it.

"I've used makeup to cover bruises, but I never thought I'd wear a whole face of it," moaned Danny. After allowing himself to pout, he forced his glow back down again.

"You look great," said Jazz, coming up behind him. "You look human."

"You sure this is going to fool people?"

"As long as you don't let anyone look too closely, yes. Just keep everyone at a distance and don't engage in conversation or even eye contact." Jazz rubbed his back. "And don't touch anyone either, okay? No handshakes or anything like that. There's no way for us to raise your internal temperature."

"Mom likes to hug and kiss me in the morning."

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to leave for school early before she gets a chance."

Later, when Maddie was about to start cooking breakfast in the kitchen, Jazz invented an excuse for having to get to school early, something about a morning study session in the library before the first bell that of course Maddie believed because Jazz would never lie to her about such a thing. Jazz then ushered Danny past the kitchen, grabbing some toaster pastries that they could eat on the way.

"Bye, you two," said Maddie. "Study hard!"

Danny almost replied but stopped when Jazz shushed him. Right, right, his voice echoed too much in ghost form, he had to try very hard not to speak at all the entire day.

For once, Danny was relieved that he was not popular.

On the way to Casper High, Jazz stopped to pick up Sam and Tucker, who both had very dark circles under their eyes.

"Danny, hey." Sam gave him a groggy smile from the back seat. "You're looking good."

"Yeah," said Tucker with a yawn. "You look human."

Danny nodded but kept a very serious expression. "Thanks."

Tucker leaned forward and studied Danny more closely. "Dude, are you wearing lipstick?"

Danny blushed. "It was Jazz's idea. She insisted—I mean, she said my lips looked too green." Danny looked down at his glowing hands and groaned. "Oh, great. Tucker, I'm trying to keep my emotions in check, you know."

"That's right," said Jazz. "You two can't be cracking any jokes or teasing Danny today, not when he has to focus on staying blank."

"But Danny's always so fun to tease," said Tucker, grabbing and shaking Danny's shoulders from behind.

"That's of course true," said Jazz with a smile, "but he needs you two today." She glanced at Sam and Tucker using her rearview mirror. "You two need to be flanking Danny as much as possible, and if anyone tries to talk to him, you need to speak for him."

Tucker yawned again, more exaggerated this time. "I don't know, I might actually pull a Danny and fall asleep in class today."

Danny scowled. "Hey! I don't fall asleep that often!"

"Danny," said Jazz sternly.

"Right, sorry," mumbled Danny as he reeled his mood back in to turn down his glow again.

"We only got a couple hours of sleep," said Sam with a small slur. "But you two don't look too tired."

"That's because we didn't even try to sleep. Your bodies are feeling sluggish because you probably woke up in the middle of deep sleep," said Jazz. "I'm sure Danny and I will both feel some fatigue later today, but hopefully Danny will get the ability to change back before tomorrow so we don't have to do this again."

"God, I really hope so," moaned Tucker. "Danny's usually such a chatty Cathy, I don't know how we're going to explain why he's suddenly mute today."

Danny scoffed. "I am not a chatty Cathy!"

"Danny!" rebuked Jazz.

"God damn it." Danny gritted his teeth and refocused on the candle flame in his head.

When they arrived at Casper High, Danny stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept his head down as he walked between Sam and Tucker toward the main entrance.

"Is there anyone around that we know?" asked Danny, staring at the ground, watching his shoes with each step.

"Not yet," said Tucker.

"Okay, good," said Danny. "Please let me know if you see Valerie or Paulina headed toward us. I don't know if I can stay blank when I see a pretty girl."

"You've been looking at me just fine," said Sam, scowling.

Danny hunched over and shut his eyes. "Sam, don't make me feel guilty right now, please."

"All right, whatever," muttered Sam. "There are no pretty girls around to get your hormones in a twist, so you can relax."

"Let's just get to our lockers and then go directly to homeroom," said Danny evenly.

At his locker, Danny turned the dial for his combination, not wanting to risk phasing through in case engaging his ghost powers caused him to glow again. Nope, today he had to be as completely human as possible.

"Paulina's walking this way," said Tucker next to him, tilting his chin up to indicate down the hall. Danny closed his eyes and breathed in, focusing on the flame in his mind.

"She's seen us," said Tucker. "She's looking right at you, dude."

"Tucker, don't tell him that!" hissed Sam, smacking Tucker's shoulder with the back of her hand.

"Just tell me when she's walked by," said Danny, gritting his teeth and pretending to organize his books in his locker.

Danny could hear her voice, her laughter. She was getting closer, closer, and then he could hear her right behind him.

And a second later, she was still there. Another second, still there. Why was she taking so long to walk past?

"She's doing that thing you love where she flips her hair over her shoulder," Tucker whispered out of the side of his mouth.

Oh, God, he did love that. Danny ducked his head and threw his hands into his locker to hide the flash of his glow.

"Tucker, seriously, shut up," Sam whispered back.

Paulina's voice was finally starting to move now, drifting, floating away. Danny turned his head and could see her just out of the corner of his eye. She was looking back at him with a very confused pout, and then Star ushered her down the hall.

"She's so irritating," grumbled Sam.

"You survived, dude!" Tucker clapped a hand on Danny's back. "Now let's get you to class quick."

Danny breathed deep, sticking his head in his locker as he tried to keep the image of the flame bright. He exhaled, then pulled his head out and was just about to close his locker when he caught sight of another very pretty girl walking in the hall, a very pretty girl who smiled at him and was heading right for him.

"Shit, shit—" Danny buried his head in his locker again. "Tucker, make her go away, don't let her talk to me."

"Who?" Tucker whirled around. "Oh, Valerie! Hey!"

"Hey, Tucker," said Valerie. "What's Danny doing? Did he lose something in his locker?"

Danny pushed his head into his locker even farther.

"Nah," said Tucker. "He's just got a real bad zit he doesn't want anyone seeing."

Oh, Danny was gonna kill him for that—

Danny pulled his head out and slammed his locker door shut before dashing down the hall.

"Danny?" Valerie called after him. "Danny, everyone gets zits sometimes, it's okay—"

Danny ignored her, had to ignore her, couldn't let her see him glowing—

He breathed, slowed his walk, focused on the candle flame again.

"Danny." Sam came up beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "You got this, Danny. And don't worry, I'll be sure to kill Tucker for you." She winced, lifting her hand. "You really are cold."

"Let's just get to class," muttered Danny.

"Okay, but be careful," said Sam. "Dash and Paulina are straight ahead."

"Of course they are."

Danny jammed in his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor as he walked quickly down the hall. He could see Dash's sneakers and Paulina's flats come into view.

"Hey, Fenturd!" taunted Dash.

Danny ignored him.

"Danny, hi!" greeted Paulina with her signature lilt.

Danny ignored her harder.

"Oh, my God," laughed Sam, looking over her shoulder. "Paulina looks so confused. I guess she's not used to guys just walking by her."

"She doesn't look mad, does she?" asked Danny anxiously, his glow promptly returning.

"Danny, chill."

"God—shit—"

Danny breathed in, his glow fading.

In homeroom, Danny clasped his hands on his desk and sat up straight, staring at Mrs. Werner's face and nothing and no one else. Breathing, breathing, breathing, staring, breathing some more.

When the bell rang, Mrs. Werner stopped Danny on his way out the door.

"You looked so focused, Danny," said Mrs. Werner. "You looked like you were really paying attention. Usually you look like you're about to fall asleep this early in the morning."

Danny stared at her. In truth, he could not remember a single word from her lecture.

"It's because you're a good teacher," he said flatly.

Mrs. Werner tilted her head. "Your voice sounds strange. Are you feeling okay?"

"Come on, bud, we don't want to be late for our next class," said Tucker, pushing and dragging Danny out of the classroom.

"Danny, your voice echoes in ghost form, remember?" said Sam in a low voice. "You can't talk to anyone."

"But nice try telling Mrs. Werner she's a good teacher," laughed Tucker. "You hoping to flatter your way to better grades?"

"I'm really not hoping for anything right now," said Danny, staring forward with blank expression. "Except to get through this day without anyone finding out I'm a ghost."

Paulina was out in the hall chatting with Star and Dash. She dropped her pen as Danny walked by. Danny barely glanced at the pen and didn't look at Paulina at all as he sped past her.

Right behind him, Tucker picked up the pen and held it out to Paulina with a big smile. "I think you dropped this."

Paulina made a face and held up her hand, palm facing him. "Ew, you can keep it." She turned up her nose, clutched her books to her chest, and walked away.

"You will not believe what just happened," muttered Tucker, running to catch up with Danny.

"I heard it," said Danny without turning his head. "Remind me to laugh about it later."

Each class blurred together for Danny. He had no idea what any of the teachers were saying as he tried to focus on the flame in his head, but they each remarked on his attentive stare and straight posture.

"Nice to see your eyes open for once," said Mr. Falluca with a wink.

"I've never seen any student look so enthralled with my lesson!" said Ms. Eddington while clasping her hands.

Danny never smiled, staring through them and not at them.

"Yes, Danny enjoyed your class so much, but we've really gotta get going now," said Sam on his behalf over and over again.

A few of his classmates tried to get his attention in the hall between classes.

"Hi, Danny!"

"Danny, hey!"

Danny could see the confusion on their faces out of the corner of his eye as he walked past them without even a glance.

"Fentnerd, hey, I'm talking to you—"

Dash's red letterman jacket was merely a blur.

"Danny!" cooed Paulina. "Where are you off to in such a rush?"

Danny had no idea why Paulina was actually trying to talk to him but he hated that he had to shrug her off. God, he hoped she would forgive him.

"Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone is trying to talk to me today?" asked Danny.

"Isn't this what you always wanted?" asked Tucker with a grin. "To be popular?"

"Not when I literally can't even enjoy it," said Danny. "Could this day go any slower?"

Lunchtime arrived at last. Danny phased himself and Sam through a locked classroom door while Tucker headed to the cafeteria. Danny took a seat at a desk in the empty classroom and sprawled out, letting his head fall back as relief and all other emotions washed over him and brought out his ghostly glow.

"I'm exhausted," sighed Danny, closing his eyes. "I had no idea repressing your emotions could be so draining."

"You've been doing a great job," said Sam at the desk next to him. She pulled her vegan lunch out of her eco-friendly bag and spread it out before her. "Want some?"

Danny eyed the leafy rabbit food. "No, thanks. I'll just wait for Tucker to bring some real food."

"That slop in the cafeteria isn't real food, Danny. It's literally cancer."

"Well, at least it tastes good."

Sam turned up her nose and took a bite of her lettuce wrap.

A few minutes later, Tucker entered the classroom carrying two lunch trays. Jazz walked in behind him.

"Pizza today, my friend!" whooped Tucker, setting a tray with a large pepperoni slice on Danny's desk.

"What are you doing here, Jazz?" asked Danny. "This isn't your lunch period."

"She snuck out of class!" laughed Tucker, popping open a can of soda and taking a seat next to Danny with his own pizza slice.

Jazz blushed. "Just for a little bit. I just said I needed to use the bathroom." Jazz held up a hall pass. "I really wanted to see how you were doing."

"Well. I survived the first half of the day." Danny groaned. "Barely."

"Tucker tells me you've managed to keep your glow at bay."

"I just hope to God I never have to do this again."

"Dash was actually looking for you in the cafeteria," said Tucker, his mouth full of cheese and sauce. "He's not happy you've been ignoring him."

"Yeah, I'm sure I'm in for the swirly of my life when this is all over," Danny quipped.

Jazz gasped, pressing a hand over her heart. "He does that to you?"

"When he's in a good mood," said Tucker, causing Jazz to gasp again.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Jazz."

"But have you reported him? Have you told Mom?"

"No, Jazz, and you better not tell her either." Danny glared at her. "The last thing I need is for Dash to come after me if I get him kicked off the football team or something."

"But Danny—"

"No, I'm not having this conversation right now. One problem at a time." Danny placed both palms on the desk in front of him, breathing in slowly. "I just need to get through today so I can take my English test and go home without anyone realizing that Danny Phantom has actually been filling in for Danny Fenton."

"But Paulina would be all over you if she knew you were her ghost boy." Tucker grinned. "Although I think she maybe wants to be all over you now. I overheard her talking to Dash in the cafeteria. She thinks the way you've been ignoring everyone and acting all aloof is 'manly,' her word."

Danny's glow brightened. "She said I was manly?"

Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I guess you just need to shut up every day and you can finally have the mega babe of your dreams."

"You're really telling me that this whole time, all I had to do was not talk to her?" Danny's jaw dropped. "Why didn't anyone tell me this sooner?"

"Hey, this is news to me, too!" insisted Tucker. "I had no idea girls also like it when guys play hard-to-get."

"Boys, calm down and eat your cancer," said Sam. "Lunch is going to be over soon."

"And I need to touch up your makeup a bit, Danny," said Jazz, holding up a small bag of cosmetics she had brought with her. "You're looking a little green."

Danny finished eating and stayed still while Jazz smoothed a new layer of foundation over his face, using red undertones to neutralize the ectoplasmic tinge. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his glow down.

"Have you even tried changing back yet?" asked Tucker. "Maybe it's already worn off."

Danny sent a signal to his molecules to switch over, but they remained trapped in ghost form. "Still stuck like this."

"You've made it this far," said Sam. "You'll be fine."

Jazz swept black powder over Danny's eyebrows and studied his eyes. "Mascara really makes your eyes so pretty, Danny."

Danny groaned and looked away, feeling his glow returning. "Yeah, that's just what I need to hear right now."

"She's not wrong," said Tucker, batting his own eyelashes mockingly.

"There's nothing wrong with guys wearing makeup," insisted Sam. "You look great, Danny." Her mouth twitched, threatening to curl into a smile. "And so very pretty."

Danny smirked mirthlessly, irritably. "You know, maybe you shouldn't make fun of a guy with ghost powers."

"Aw, are you trying to threaten us?" Sam coyly stuck out her bottom lip. "That's adorable."

"Be nice to Danny, you two," said Jazz sternly. "You can tease him all you want after school."

"Fine, fine," Sam and Tucker grumbled. Danny sighed and tried to once again suppress everything he was feeling.

Just a few more hours of suffering. Then he could go home and pray that this would somehow wear off before school the next day.

The next few classes passed similarly, teachers and students equally confused by his unusually stoic behavior and the way he sat up straight at his desk. Never speaking, never making eye contact, never allowing anyone to get close enough to touch his icy skin.

"Last class, dude," said Tucker, leading the way to Lancer's English classroom. "You ready?"

"You better ace that test after all the work we've done to get you here," said Sam.

"I will be thrilled with just a C," said Danny.

"Just try not to be thrilled until you can safely feel emotion again," said Sam.

In Lancer's classroom, Danny sat up straight with his hands clasped on his desk, looking forward and filtering out all the chatter around him, focusing only on the flame in his head.

Just one last class and then he could go home and wash off all this makeup and this nightmare would be over.

"Glad to see everyone is on time for our English test today," drawled Lancer, looking right at Danny. "Please remove everything off your desks except for a pen or pencil."

The students obeyed, shuffling and clearing off their desks all around Danny, who continued staring at nothing, his pen lying in front of him on his bare desk.

Lancer began passing out the tests. Danny's heart fluttered as a thin packet of paper was placed in front of him, and he hoped the lights were bright enough for no one to notice his skin tone flickering.

Sam and Tucker glanced at him before turning their eyes to their own tests. Danny breathed deep and picked up his pen, writing his name at the top of the first page of the test.

Easy so far.

He continued, a few multiple-choice questions about literary devices, some short-answer responses about the novels and short stories they had been reading in class. He relaxed, relieved that he remembered all of this from his studying.

Maybe he could actually get an A this time.

Or at least a B.

He was getting close to being done, almost there, just one more question, an essay question. Yes, he could describe the main character of the novel they had been reading the past couple weeks. Yes, he could discuss how the character upheld the themes and he could write a thesis statement and then expand on it in several paragraphs. Yes, yes, he had been studying this and he could do it, for once he could—

The lights went out just then, the sound of the air conditioner also vanishing. Students gasped and shrieked, a few whooped and laughed.

Danny's heart skipped once, maybe twice. He blinked down at his test, which he could still see in the natural light coming in through the windows.

"The power's out!" Paulina squealed.

"Does this mean the test is over?" asked Kwan excitedly.

"No, it does not. Everyone, please calm down and continue taking the test." Lancer opened the window curtains fully to bring in maximum sunlight. "Settle, settle, please."

Danny breathed in. This was fine, he could still finish his test and then go home and everything would be totally and completely fine.

But even with the sunlight streaming in from one side of the room, Danny realized just how dark it still was. If he were to glow now, it would be obvious, he wouldn't be able to hide it.

His heart started racing, sweat breaking out on his neck and under his shirt.

"Danny," whispered Tucker, staring at him. Sam also turned in her seat to look at Danny, her eyes widening.

Danny didn't need them to say anything. He knew exactly what they were seeing.

"Whoa—hey—what's going on with Fenton?" asked Kwan, standing up to get a better look.

"What do you mean? Oh, whoa." Dash also stood, his mouth gaping.

"He's glowing!" gasped Paulina. "And not the way my skin always glows, like actually glowing!"

"I told you he was a freak," said Star huffily.

Whispers arose all around the room, and Lancer didn't even try to quiet everyone this time. He was too busy staring at Danny, his expression comically dumbfounded.

And Danny's panic only grew, his glow brightening. Should he leave? Run away? No, that wouldn't solve anything. How could he explain this, solve this, fix this—

"Danny, uh—did you eat your dad's ecto-fudge again?" asked Sam.

Danny turned to her, his eyes big and mouth hanging open.

"Uh, yeah," said Tucker, sitting up straighter in his seat. "You know that stuff makes you glow like a ghost when you eat it."

Danny now stared at Tucker, still unable to speak as his mind tried to process their words.

"Wait a minute," said Dash. "You're saying Fenton is glowing because he ate some of his freakazoid dad's ghost fudge?"

"Yeah, sometimes Danny eats it for breakfast and forgets the side effects," said Tucker, chuckling and shaking Danny's shoulder with one hand.

The room was completely silent for a moment. Danny was sure his glow was getting brighter and brighter as he tried to avoid everyone's eyes.

"That is so cool," said Kwan, sounding genuinely awed.

"Ooooooh, so pretty!" gushed Paulina.

The room filled with excited whispers and murmurs. Danny looked around, confused and unsure how to interpret any of this.

"You guys really don't think it's freaky?" asked Dash, frowning.

"It's super freaky, but that would look so awesome on the dance floor," said Star. "It would be perfect for a rave."

"And I would love to glow just like the ghost boy!" Paulina sighed and clasped her hands against her cheek. "Maybe then he'll finally ask me out."

"And I wouldn't have to sleep with a night-light anymore!" exclaimed Kwan.

The room fell quiet as all eyes turned to Kwan.

"Uh, I mean what, who said that?" muttered Kwan, turning bright red as his enormous frame tried to shrink under his desk.

The lights came back on. The students chattered and whooped as Lancer tried to restore order in the classroom.

"You're in the middle of a test, everyone," said Lancer. "You still have until the bell rings, no extensions. Please focus and get back to work."

Lancer gave Danny a final odd look before sitting at his desk and surveying the quieting classroom. Sam and Tucker both smiled reassuringly at Danny before turning away from him.

Pens scratched against paper all around him. One student cleared his throat.

Danny sighed with immense relief as he looked down at his unfinished test, feeling his glow dimming a little. But now he no longer had to repress his emotions to hide it.

Everyone already thought he was a freak even before they saw him glowing, but at least no one suspected he was a ghost.

Danny picked up his pen, only too happy to finish writing his essay.

-DP-

Danny could feel his ability to change back into his human self return as Jazz drove him home after school. In the bathroom near his room, he removed the colored contacts and washed all of the makeup off his face, relieved to see his normal reflection in the mirror again.

Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Danny ignored it as he put his head in the sink and started rinsing the black dye out of his hair. It was probably just another package for his parents, parts and supplies for their ghost-hunting inventions.

"Danny?" Jack's voice called up to him. "Why are there a bunch of kids here asking to buy fudge?"

Danny froze before turning on the water even higher and burying his head farther into the sink.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #imekitty writes #prompt writing #astravis

[nat-space-obsessed]

"I'm 23." "No, You're Not."

Crossposted on AO3!

It turns out to be very hard to get a tattoo when you look eternally 14.

Prompt by @charcoalhawk

"Kid, You're like twelve. That's a fake ID. I'll get in trouble if I let you get a tattoo here." 

"As I said, I am literally 23. I've been 23 for five months now. It is on my ID. I swear to you that my ID is real." Danny repeated for the third time that hour. 

Danny had been going to get a tattoo, his second, actually, and both times so far he had come across one issue: 

His eternally 14 year old face. 

"I told you, this can't be a real ID, you look twelve."

"I look fourteen, thank you very much."

"You realize that doesn't help, don't you?" The girl behind the counter retorted. 

No, it doesn't. 

One thing about being immortal is that you forget that you are immortal. Danny's ID has his birth date and his current photo. It's not his fault that he looks fourteen!

Actually it is. He's the one who died. 

"If I told you it's a health condition, would you believe me?"

"Not without a doctor's note. Either way, kid, even if you are somehow older than 16, you can't get a tattoo even with parental consent. We live in Illinois."

Danny hated being locked out of things due to his perceived age. Even when he was in college, and all of his classmates thought he skipped a bunch of grades to get where he was. Every time he met someone new he had to go through the same spiel. 

'I'm nineteen, yes I look young, it's a medical condition, yes I am in my second year of college' yadda yadda yadda. It had been four years and it only got worse. 

It was worse when he was going to different age restricted places, such as bars and tattoo parlors, which thought that he was a literal kid. 

"Look. I already have a tattoo, isn't that enough??"

"How do I know you didn't have a friend do that for you, huh? I remember middle school with all of the stick-n-pokes."

"Does this look like a stick-n-poke???" No, it doesn't. It was a full color three quarter arm in a neo-traditional style. It was a ghost, because he loves his irony. 

Danny kept staring at the girl behind the counter, not blinking the whole time, as she stared at him incredulously. 

"I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you keep being a problem."

"I'm not being a problem! You're the one who isn't listening as I try to explain my situation!"

"Kid, you aren't going to get a tattoo from this place." She sighed. "Look, I can call my boss and she can make the final call on it." 

"Yes! Please! Do!"

The girl in front of him walked into the back room and called a name that Danny hadn't heard since high school. "Hey! Star!"

Wait, Star? 

"What is it now, Kay?" A familiar voice rang out, in an exasperated voice. 

"Look, there's this kid at the front who says he's 23, he has an ID that looks like it checks out, but he looks twelve. Literally twelve." 

"God, Kay. Just tell him no!" A woman walked out from the back room, and looked at Kay, then made eye contact with Danny.

"Wait, FENTON? Damn, you literally haven't changed since freshman year!" The blonde girl laughed. 

"Star! It's been so long, I can't believe you recognize me!" Danny smiled. "You started a tattoo parlor?" 

"Yeah, after high school, I decided to apprentice at that one parlor down the road from school? Yeah you know the one, right?"

"I got my first tattoo there! this one," Danny pointed to his three quarter. 

"Was it James? I apprenticed under him." Star smiled at Danny. 

"Wait, Star, you know this kid?" 

"We went to high school together. I was a bit of an asshole, but we made up at the end of senior year! We'd all been through a lot together, you know what they say about trauma bringing people together!"

Danny smirked at Star. "You still in contact with Paulina?" He started, "Have you heard about her new girlfriend?"

"Oh yeah! We had a double date not too long ago, you know, me and Kwan."

"I always thought you and Kwan would get together! You guys were always pretty good with each other."

"WAIT, wait wait, so Star, he's not lying about his age??" The girl behind the counter said. 

"Yeah, he's looked that way since freshman year, some sort of medical condition, right?"

"It was a whole thing in senior year, we were comparing yearbook photos, it was so funny to see Dash freak out like that."

Danny and Star laughed at the memory. 

"So, can I get my tattoo now?" 

"Oh for sure! I'd love to get you started on that, do a quick consultation." Star led Danny to her office in the back. 

The girl at the front counter grasped her head in frustration. 

#phic phight 2024 #phic phight #danny fenton #danny phantom #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic

[hallowsden]

FINALLY DREW SCAREBEAST (Well- a rough sketch anyways) XD

I tried tbh but ye, this is how I imagined Scarebeast for my version of Jonathan! I Drew Jonny boy and Danny as a height ref (Though, I accidentally drew Danny shorter than he should be-)

Some quick note rambles.

Danny's gonna be the shortest in the family till he hits 18 where he gets a late growth spurt bringing him up to Jonny boy's height. Fentons have late growth spurts while the Keeny family tends to have their growth spurt early on.

For Jonathan, transforming into the Scarebeast had always been painful. But the longer he remains in contact with Danny especially, the transformation becomes painless due to the ambient ectoplasm the kid generates turning Jonny liminal (Not to the extent of any other Amity Parkers or Jazz (who has the highest liminal level-) but it would take a while- even with Danny being around. Jack and Maddie have grown immune to ambient ectoplasm- doesn't help they have Hazzmat suits on all the time which stopped them from being as exposed-)

Jonny in Scarebeast mode can release its own strain of Fear Toxin. A sort of mix between all the versions Jonathan made of the toxin over the years that he's been exposed to personally (which is all of them- part of the reason why he managed to develop Scarebeast by accident). Not particularly the strongest but its effects can last a lot longer and even when given the antidote, it lingers from a week to even a month.

Jonny cannot fly as Scarebeast. He does like being up in tall places and would climb there, though.

DO NOT LET SCAREBEAST MEET MAN-BAT, IT WILL NOT GO WELL FOR ANYONE. Same goes for Goliath the Dragon Bat or, some of the Clayfaces, and, unsurprisingly by all means, Joker. Get's hostile if Ra's Al Ghul is near but won't outright attack. Scarebeast does get along with Killer Croc though despite not being part of his murder. Scarebeast is rather wary of Bane, Ivy and Mr. Freeze, though.

Scarebeast is very affectionate to the members of its murder when it thinks there is no danger. Might as well be an overgrown cat with mothering tendencies even when it's a crow. Will play fight with Danny when he's in ghost form. This applies to Ellie as well. It will try to fight Jazz when especially bored but doesn't go too hard due to sensing her being human- even if she's liminal.

Likes to lay on top of its murder members, especially Edward. ["I love you Jon but GET OFF MY FACE!" "Krrrrrrrr" "... Guess this is my life now."] Will gift its fallen feathers to them as well.

Some of the hideouts and bases Jonathan has included a huge straw nest somewhere for when he's Scarebeast.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #Jonathan Crane #scarecrow dc #Scarebeast #Uncle Scarecrow AU #my art #rambles #Not tired for once XD #Scarebeast Headcanons #Headcanons #Been drawing a lot lately #Have a few more to post