#sunset phantoms au

[shellynelsonlahey]

Since I just watched Totally Killer… imagine a Julie and the Phantoms au where Julie goes back in time to before the boys die and tries to save them because even though she loves them, she knows they deserve a chance (only to come back and find out it didn’t work and they remember her trying to help and ugh the angst OR It does work and they remember how she helped them and it’s painfully bittersweet—)

#totally Killer #Julie and the phantoms #au #Julie Molina #sunset curve

[jatp-scrapbook]

sunset curve promo photos; bobby was ill and couldn’t come

#they DID NOT leave him out #because this is my au and everyone is happy #because i say so #:) #jatp scrapbook #julie and the phantoms #jatp #sunset curve #reggie peters #bobby shaw #luke patterson #alex mercer

[thedeathdeelers]

idk i feel like we’ve already talked about this (we did!! it’s here!! by the lovely @mac-lilly) but a sweet home alabama-ish juke au. yknow. childhood friends to lovers to strangers to enemies to lovers again

mostly for this scene:

“nice dress,” he shouts over the rain and the sound of waves crashing against the shore. “where’s your husband?” he barely throws a glance at her, his eyes quickly averting back to his task at hand — burying the rods deeper i to the sand.

julie is drenched from head to toe, her wedding dress ruined, her hair a nightmare — her make up is probably leaking all over her face, and her feet are aching. but as she gets ready to give him her answer, she can’t help but smile — a genuine one.

“i’m looking at him,” she says simply.

luke stops moving, his back to her as his arms hang on either side of the metal rod he was now gripping with a little more force than necessary.

for a moment neither of them say anything, with only the sound of nature roaring around them.

it represented them well — the pouring rain, the crashing waves; the thunderous clouds and blinding lightning: it was a lot, all-encompassing and overwhelming.

their love was a force of nature, and they both knew it.

luke slowly turns around, hands dropping to his sides.

“what are you talking about?” his eyes scan the darkened area behind her, trying to spot the blond head he knows will inevitably pop up. “where’s nick?” he finally asks when he fails to see him.

“he’s not here, luke,” she says, taking a step towards him. luke’s eyes are back on her, as he watches her warily. what was she up to? torturing him until the last minute?

“he left for new york an hour ago.”

just hearing the name of the city that had become julie’s new home reminds luke why he had tried so hard to guard his heart.

he nods brusquely at julie, walking past her as he shouts over his shoulder.

“you should hurry and catch up to him — wouldn’t want to miss your wedding night.” he grimaces as the words leave his mouth, instantly regretting it.

he sounded petty. and he also definitely didn’t want to picture julie on her wedding night with someone…..that wasn’t him.

luke stops to pick up his equipment off the ground, shaking his head as he digs around in the sand to make sure he doesn’t leave anything behind.

“i’m not joining him.”

luke stops moving, his fingers freezing mid-search as her words slowly sink in.

she couldn’t-

she didn’t-

“we didn’t get married, luke.”

her words hit him like a bag of bricks, dropping everything he had picked up as he slowly straightens up, his back still to her.

he takes in a deep breath- and another, eyes closed and fists clenched as he tries to squash down the hope that stubbornly started rising up in his chest.

“why not?”

“apparently,” she starts, her voice slowly getting closer. “…we’re still married.”

luke’s eyes snap open at her statement, swirling around to find her standing only a few feet away.

“still married? but i signed the papers, just like you asked me to.”

“yeah well turns out…i kinda forgot to.” she shrugs, shoulders moving up and down as a small smile makes its way on her face.

“forgot?” he asks incredulously. “forgot?”

luke groans as he rakes his fingers through his hair, letting out a humourless laugh.

“julie,” he says, eyes on hers. “what do you want?”

“you,” she answers simply. “you were my first kiss,” she continues, taking a step closer. “and i want you to be the last.”

that throws him off for a second, recalling a time when they were kids and julie had told him the exact same thing.

they were older now- things were different…right?

luke just shakes his head to clear it, and asks again.

“no i mean- what do you want to be married to me for anyway? wasn’t nick what you were always looking for?”

julie shakes her head as her smile turns blinding, taking a step towards him, and then another, until she was crowding him, standing in his space.

“so i can kiss you whenever i want.”

she grabs his drench collar, and pulls, until he was only inches away.

“and no luke, it was always you.”

#technical word who lol #basically he’s prepping stuff to let the lightning make pretty glass with the sand #abyWAY #HAPPY JUKE JEUDI! #AGAIN #this is what happens when i watch snippets of movies while eating dinner #jatp #juke #julie and the phantoms #my fics #i guess #this was so rushed and i just cba but i wanted to convey how well the au could work with tweaks #like maybe julie went to new york cause she wanted to work enough to support jatp or sunset curve ? but luke felt he was only ever holding #her back #maybe he went up to new york a few times and just felt way too out of place compared to LA #but he never told her #and never called her back or replird to her messages #so julie just thought he was done with her and so stayed heartbroken in new york #and then blah blah blah stuff happen blah #anyway

[innytoes]

Ooo I got Werewolf AU + Grocery Store AU... Do with that what you will! <3

Okay so there's this one really good grocery store for werewolves in Los Feliz. Like it's not even on purpose, probably, some manager just accidentally ordered a lot of jerky and word got around and now five years later they have a lot of Fancy Meat Products and other things that are helpful to werewolves.

50/50 on whether the manager realised the customer base and started planning stock accordingly or is really oblivious and so happy when customers suggest stuff and they sell well at certain times so he just keeps doing that. Maybe it's a religious thing! Who knows!

So just imagine like, Sunset Curve Wolf Pack, they take turns doing the shopping. And right before the full moon, this means A Cart Full Of Meat (and some potatoes, Wolf!Luke is a weirdo and he likes to cart one around).

So it's Alex' turn and he spots this really cute guy in a crop top who has a cart that looks Very Similar to his. But he's too shy to talk to him, he's not Reggie, trying to hit on random people in the supermarket with a cheesy pun.

But then their carts smash together in the Beef Jerky aisle and the cute guy sees his cart and gasps and does the Spiderman Point and Alex on instinct does the same because he's surrounded by nerds and all of a sudden they are flirting and talking and what is happening and suddenly he has a number and a date for the week after the full moon.

Reggie has never been prouder.

#julie and the phantoms #willex #fanfic #not!fic #I wrote a thing #AUs are awesome #werewolf au #grocery store au #ah yes the Werewolf Grocery Store they have meats they have jerky they have a wall of dog toys they have the best painkillers #of course after a few months Willie is just Absorbed into the sunset curve wolfpack

[adorethedistance]

LOL you should do an AU where sunset curve are hockey players

Should I 👀

#asks #anon #jatp #julie and the phantoms #sunset curve #hockey!au

[ourstarscollided]

#jatp #julie and the phantoms #polls #me at 2 am feverently writing down all thrse lyrics ahakjs #i’ll say what i told rosie but TIMELESS IS SO SOULMATES IT MAKES ME FEEL A LITTLE CRAZY!!1 #truly making me think about that reincarnation au thats sitting in my google docs 😌 #the entirety of speak now was already so juke and then these vault songs being even more juke? yeah tswift does it again!! #my contribution to tumblr is making very niche polls for jatp sjsjisj #jatppolls #sunset queue #queued because it is currentl 2:30am my bad

[jukeboxtheatre]

juke academic rivals au prompt

Julie: He’s infuriating!! He has no discipline. He shows up late to class. He doesn’t have to do any sort of work to succeed, and he and his friends are so rowdy!-

Flynn: But he looks really good onstage with a guitar?

Julie: But he looks really good onstage with a guitar!

@ginervacade

#julie and the phantoms #julie and the himbos #julie and the phat ones #sunset curve #luke jatp #luke patterson #julie molina #flynn jatp #flynn taylor #jatp incorrect quotes #jatp writing prompts #writing prompts #jatp au

[floriograph-y]

Close my eyes and feel my chest beating like thunder

This is the first part of a one-shot! You can the whole piece one AO3

Julie closes her eyes in the middle of her line, and Luke watches from the auditorium seats. It’s the Nunnery scene, and Ophelia is speaking in the moments between Hamlet’s (Luke’s) exit and King Claudius’s (Alex) and Polonius’s (Bobby’s) reentry. Julie is auditioning, though most of the parts were cast last week. Mrs. Harrison, high school English teacher and volunteer community theater director, was hellbent on finding the perfect Ophelia, and finally, Carrie (Queen Gertrude) convinced her on-again-off-again friend Julie to audition for the part. She promised Mrs. Harrison that Julie is amazing, and Luke didn’t miss the jealous roll of Carrie’s eyes as the words left her mouth. Luke is pretty sure Carrie wouldn’t have brought up Julie at all if Ophelia didn’t die before Queen Gertrude.

Based on the sparkle currently present in Mrs. Harrison’s eye, Julie has the part. At least, Luke hopes this is true. He’s never seen Julie so confident before, and she killed the small monologue. He can’t wait to see how she handles Act IV Scene V. 

Luke doesn’t know Julie Molina that well. He knows she’s friendly with Alex, his bandmate in Sunset Curve — or as Julie constantly miscalls them, Sunset Swerve — and that Reggie, one of his other bandmates, has a ginormous crush on Carrie. And they get thrown together every so often, only being a year apart at the local liberal arts college, but every time it’s almost just the two of them — Alex hurrying away from the conversation to meet his boyfriend or Reggie and Flynn sneaking off to pull a prank that Julie would disapprove of — Julie finds an excuse to leave. He thought for a while that she might hate him, but Alex says she just takes time to warm up to new people. Reggies says she’s just skittish. Bobby, the final member of Sunset Curve, thinks she’s just weird. Lately, Luke tends to take Bobby’s sullen opinions with a grain of salt.

Mrs. Harrison starts clapping as Julie finishes with, “To have seen what I have seen, see what I see!”

Luke, Alex, and Reggie — Guildenstern — clap along with her, while Carrie files her nails, Bobby slouches in his seat, Nick — Laertes — looks to be half-asleep — and Flynn — Rosencrantz, costume designer, and Julie’s best friend — just sits with her head in her hands and an amazed smile on her face. Once Flynn realizes the scene is over and she can stop fawning, she lets out a few loud cries of admiration.

“While I’m sure the part is yours, I’d like to try you out opposite Luke to see your chemistry. Have you read over act three scene two?” Mrs. Harrison asks.

Luke would call her Marci — her first name, and what everyone else calls her — but he grew up in the area and had her for tenth grade English. She’ll always be Mrs. Harrison to him. She’s the one who got him into community theater during high school, and he’s been participating on and off ever since.

He met Reggie and Alex in college, but he’s known Bobby since they were kids running around with blow-up guitars that were supposed to be pool floaties.

Alex met Carrie a little under a year ago, towards the end of last year, their junior year of college; she was a freshman and had just started dating Nick, a fellow freshman, and was rooming with Julie and Flynn, also fellow freshmen. Carrie latched on to the community theater right away, bringing Nick and Flynn along with her. This is the first time Luke has seen Julie anywhere near his old high school’s auditorium.

“Yes,” Julie answers in the quiet voice he has come to associate with her.

Luke is fascinated with how immediately the confidence fell away.

“Luke?” Mrs. Harrison gestures to the stage.

Luke grabs his copy of the script, jogs up to the stage, and jumps up instead of taking the stage, energy already taking over his body. He smiles at Julie, but she just stares at the floor, her booklet already turned to the correct scene.

“Julie,” Mrs. Harrison starts, “can you grab that chair from upstage? I’d like to see you two act it out physically as well.”

Julie looks behind her, walks to the chair, and drags it back to where Luke is standing. The chair squeaks against the stage floor that Julie can’t seem to look up from. She sits, eyes still downcast.

“We’ll take it from ‘Come hither, my dear Hamlet’ and end with, ‘Nay, ‘tis twice two months.’”

Luke nods. He sees Julie do the same, and moves to stand above her. She’s seated so her side is to the audience, this way Luke will never have to have his back to them.

Mrs. Harrison reads, “Come hither, my dear Hamlet, sit by me.”

“No, good mother,” Luke says to the audience before turning to Julie, “here’s metal more attractive.”

Luke gets down on his knees before he begins the next line, and as he speaks, he lets himself fall further, towards Julie’s feet as he looks at her face, a sly smile on his face. He asks, “Lady, shall I lie in your lap?”

The change in Julie’s demeanor is instantaneous. She goes from looking at the floor just next to Luke’s face to actually looking at Luke’s face, and her features soften as her confidence grows.

“No, my lord,” she responds with an even measure of indifference and irritation in her tone.

“I mean, my head upon your lap?” Luke rectifies as he lifts his head once more, moving toward her thighs.

Julie looks away from him, facing straight in front of her, but a hand lightly moves his head away. “Ay, my lord,” she says.

Luke rises, steps behind her chair, grabs the back, and turns the chair so it is now facing the audience. He drops his mouth to sit next to her ear, and asks in more of a drawl, “Do you think I meant country matters?”

Julie’s back straightens, but her gaze does not waver from the air in front of her.

“I think nothing, my lord.” Her words become slightly more laced with irritation.

Luke crouches next to her, as there are no more chairs on the stage, and faces the same direction she is. He lets a smirk play on his lips as he says, “That’s a fair thought to lie between maid’s legs.”

Julie’s head drops to check her script, but she keeps her gaze there as she asks, “What is, my lord?”

“Nothing,” he says quickly, raising his chin, keeping the smirk plastered on his face.

He sees Julie turn to face him in his peripheral, and he moves quickly to meet her gaze. She is unfazed by how close their faces are, but he is almost mesmerized by the intensity shining in her eyes. He gulps, waiting for her line, heart beating so loudly he thinks she can hear it, but she holds his gaze a moment too long, making him uncomfortable. He thinks this is the goal, and so he counters it by letting his eyes slowly move down and up, taking in every detail of her body beneath her nearly-sheer, white, anklet-length, spring dress.

“You are merry, my lord,” she says slowly once his eyes come back to hers.

“Who,” he draws out, once again meeting her in tempo and emotion, “I?”

“Ay, my lord,” she returns.

She raises a brow before returning her stare to the audience.

“Oh, God, your only jig-maker,” Luke says, still smiling, but then lets the smile fall. He looks away from Julie, once again following her gaze to the audience. “What should a man do but be merry? For, look you, how cheerfully my mother looks, and my father died within’s two hours.”

Julie, again, looks at him, he can see it, but he does not meet her gaze. He can’t see her face as clearly, but he knows she’s perfectly portraying an almost-hidden worry. She has to be.

“Nay, ‘tis twice two months, my lord.”

The scene is finally over, so he turns back to her, but she’s already looking at the stage floor, her face completely void of the confidence he was just facing. He knows Mrs. Harrison is going to cast her as Ophelia, and he is grateful. He thinks there’s so much more to Julie Molina than he previously thought. He wants nothing more than to stay on this stage and find it.

#julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #julie molina #jatp juke #julie and the phantoms juke #sunset curve #sunset swerve #juke #oneshot #college!au #community theater!au

[thegirlfulloffandoms]

Alive and Kicking: An 80s Suset Curve AU

Chapter 1: The Boys of Summer

Nobody on the road, Nobody on the beach, I feel it in the air, The summer's out of reach.

“That’s more like it,” he nodded, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel of his second hand car. He had convinced the boys it was his when it was really his dad’s but that didn’t matter, it was worth stealing the keys to get a glimpse of such a gorgeous morning view. The road was quiet with only a few others driving alongside him, and the beach looked set to go for another day of sunbathers and terrible surfers trying to impress their girls. Life may not have been so settled at home but when he was driving nothing like that mattered why should- 

 His car jerked slightly as an unexpected passerby crossed in front of him.

  “Dumbass, watch where you’re going!” he shouted, his middle finger held out the open window to the stranger, who simply returned the favour.  

Full link and taglist below the cut

Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39616407/chapters/99171717

taglist: @kennysbirthday (ask to be added or removed from taglist)

#80s sunset curve #Sunset Curve #JATP #boggie #willex #julie and the phantoms #bobby wilson #bobby shaw #reggie peters #alex mercer #luke patterson #thegirlfulloffandoms #au #jatpfs

[beencryingfor25years]

Me: has the idea to write a chiropractor au

Also me: proceeds to write only scenes entirely unrelated to the chiropractor part of the au

#yes this is about my willex chiropractor au #i may have not said much about it but… it is in the works #and I may or may not be doing a slimmed down version of nanowrimo for it which I’m kind of loving tbh #i might even have a goal for when to start posting it if I get enough of it done and also don’t chicken out 🙈 #in my notes pages I have ideas for scenes relating to the chiropractor #i worked out willie’s injury and had an idea for parts of the treatment to include #and yet every time I sit down to write I just make silly little tangents that could happen in almost any other non chiropractor verse #I don’t understand why I am like this #but words are better than no words and I’m making some silly cute things so I’m just going along for the ride #jatp #julie and the phantoms #fic writing #sunset curve chiropractic

[deadsetobsessions]

Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5][Pt.6]

As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.

The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”

It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.

Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.

It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.

They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.

He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.

After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.

And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.

Well, usually, it’d be trash.

Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.

“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”

Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.

Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.

Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.

“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.

“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”

Danny waved vaguely.

“…What are you?”

“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.

“…”

Neither, apparently, was the answer.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”

“…I see.”

“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”

With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.

Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.

“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”

Batman nodded once, sharply.

“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.

——

Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.

And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.

When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.

“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”

“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.

“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”

Batman sighed. “What are you?”

Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.

“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”

Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.

“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”

——

Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf

Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)

Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)

Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)

——

Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*

——

Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:

Sea spirits

Sea vampires

How to parent supernatural kids

How to thank your sea child

Are shells a good gift?

Ocean conservation efforts

Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight

Sea spirits that cleans up beaches

Wayne corporation waste disposal

Companies that dump trash into the sea

*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*

What is “mean girls”

——

Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:

Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*

#batman #danny phantom #dc x dp #Danny picks Batman up like a waterlogged shoe #like this isn’t supposed to be in the sea #I live near a beach #please do not litter on a beach #I saw someone leave one of those plastic mesh bags for oranges and a seagul got stuck in it #beaches are precious #fight me #bamf danny phantom #bruce wayne #Bruce Wayne: I’ve seen a sea spirit #Danny Fenton: Batman is littering on the beach with his plane #dc x dp crossover #oracle #oh my god Batman you can’t just ask someone what they are #sea cryptic! danny AU

[suzukiblu]

Day eighteen of fic NaNoWriMo, obligatory sugar daddy Tim/sugar baby Kon AU.

“Definitely somewhere nice,” Tim says, trying not to get distracted by watching Kon drink the last of his smoothie. Why is this bastard  so attractive all the time, anyway? Tim doesn’t think Superman is attractive. Superman is just, like, generically and creepily too-perfectly handsome. Like a Ken doll or AI art. Kon looks like somebody with an actual personality. 

Tim is aware that Superman possesses an actual personality, yes, but it’s one that he spends half his life fucking lying about in one direction or another, so Tim doesn’t think it should even count at this point. Kon is honest. Genuine. Superman? Superman is sincere, maybe, but also is the asshole who’s let Kon think he doesn’t have a secret identity and left him to rot in a shitty lab and only just took him to the Fortress for the first time. 

Robin hasn’t told Kon his real name either, but at least Kon knows he has one. He can’t tell him his identity, but he was clear about that from the start and clear about its existence. Superman doesn’t tell Kon much of anything, Tim’s realizing. 

He wonders if Kon even knew the Fortress existed before Superman took him to it. He wonders if that’s the only time Superman's ever told him anything about Krypton. 

Considering what a big deal gets made of Superman being the last member of a dead civilization and dying race, you’d think he’d fucking care about telling his only genetic relative about it. Or just care about that relative, if nothing else. Which–look, Supergirl isn’t actually Kryptonian, she’s a protoplasmic matrix from an alternate universe who was loosely based on one, and Steel is an unenhanced human inside his armor. But Kon wasn’t just based on Superman, though, didn’t just take up the “S” out of respect–Kon was made directly from him, and made to be him. Has actual Kryptonian DNA in him and personal reasons to maybe care about Krypton as more than a very brief mention in someone else's history; has Superman’s DNA, and is probably the closest thing Superman’s ever going to get to seeing another Kryptonian who isn’t a probably-murderous Phantom Zone escapee. 

As far as Tim can tell, though, Superman thinks Kon’s an accessory more than anything else, and not even one he particularly cares to trot out. Like a stray dog in his neighborhood that he occasionally pets or leaves some kibble out for, but hasn’t bothered getting vaccinated or actually taking inside. Superboy isn’t his sidekick or his partner or anyone he supports outside of the occasional temporary emergency; he’s just some random kid he spares a moment for every now and then. Not a consistent presence in his life; not someone he considers a responsibility in his life. 

Tim exhales, carefully packs up the thoughts that are a little bit too “supervillain” for this stage in the process, and goes to find the clerk, who’s very happy to sign them up for a plan and accident insurance and sell them the phone and case and also some screen protectors and earbuds and a UV sanitizer and electronic wipes and then one of those PopSocket grip things with a neon-tinted sunset and some palm trees silhouetted on it. Tim seriously considers getting Kon a tablet too, but maybe that can wait a week or so; Kon’s looking a little overwhelmed right now. 

. . . then again, they’re already here, so . . . 

One tablet and a new set of screen protectors and another case and additional accident insurance later, the clerk is delighted enough that Tim knows they make commission and Kon is staring at him in obvious bewilderment as he pays for it all. 

“Hey, Tim,” Kon says very slowly. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you maybe have, like, some impulse control issues?” 

“No,” Tim lies as he programs his civilian number into Kon's contacts, then hands him his all set-up new phone and takes the very full bags with everything else in them from the clerk. “Wanna go walk around a little?” 

Specifically, go walk around until he spots something else he can justify buying for Kon. Maybe more jeans, if nothing else. He can say it'll be easier than having to buy Kon a new outfit every time they want to hang out. 

Not that he won't be doing that anyway, given half a chance, but Kon doesn't know that. 

Yet.

“Um, sure,” Kon says, and they head out of the store, leaving a very pleased salesperson behind with their commission. “You know, I can carry those, you don't have to–” 

“I'm kind of enjoying it, honestly,” Tim says with a shrug. He actually is, if only for the novelty factor of being the one carrying something for Kon for once. Kon turns red again and Tim immediately finds a new reason to enjoy carrying the bags. 

“Uh,” Kon says, glancing down at his new phone and turning it over in his hands. “Okay.” 

They walk a little as Kon plays with his phone, downloading apps and rearranging icons on the screen, and Tim keeps an eye out for tempting stores. They just ate, technically, so lunch can probably wait until they've hit another one or two. They could go to a movie, maybe; it'd reinforce Kon getting used to him paying for things. Wouldn't really get him anything material, though, and Tim's really trying to do as much of that as he can right now. Just in case Kon loses interest too quickly, he means. 

Well, he's got other identities to use, if he needs them. He can keep trying until Kon stays interested long enough to get him to the full execution of the lifestyle change. Tim can be patient, if it takes a few tries. He definitely wouldn't have picked his actual identity for this plan, if he'd thought of it sooner. 

. . . hm. Jewelry, maybe? Kon only really wears the one earring, but that’s just in the field anyway. Maybe he’d be up for some more accessories off it. The piercers obviously are out, but it’s still an option. Or boots or shoes that aren’t actually a part of his costume, or some new sunglasses. Salon and beauty supplies are an obvious no, art supplies definitely aren’t gonna appeal, he doubts the record store or comic shop or bookstore would either, he’s not even going to glance at Victoria’s Secret, he doesn’t know about the game store, and they’re definitely not going to the Hallmark Store or Yankee Candle. 

Or, god forbid, Bath & Body Works. 

Clothes are probably the best bet at this point, yeah, Tim is pretty sure. They can hit up a department store or something, maybe. Or maybe . . . well, he’s not sure, because he actually has no idea how Kon would want to dress if he weren’t in costume. Like, at all. 

He also doesn’t really know if Kon has any interests or hobbies beyond, like, watching Wendy the Werewolf Stalker and hitting on pretty girls. Does he? Like, what does he actually do in his downtime? 

Considering Tim is ninety-four percent certain Kon would die for literally anyone on the team, including himself, it’s a little weird to not know what he does to just . . . relax, or whatever. 

Okay. Start with jewelry, shoes, and clothes, and then use the browsing and window-shopping time to subtly interrogate Kon about what else he’s interested in checking out. That’s a reasonable plan of attack. He’ll take Kon to the cheesy airbrush T-shirt store or goddamn Build-A-Bear, if the bastard wants, that’s–

Hm. Actually . . . 

Well, it might be a stupid idea, or at least an idea Kon would think was stupid, but . . . 

Tim adjusts his route as he rolls over the idea currently in his head. Maybe it is stupid, but it’s, well . . . date-like, isn’t it? Like, it’s something he’d definitely have done for Steph or Ariana if he’d thought they’d like it. And this still isn’t their first date or even really a date at all, because Tim has standards and Kon deserves them, but that doesn’t mean he should be half-assing things here. 

Also, literally any excuse to buy Kon something, at this point. Even a kind of silly thing. 

“I want to check on something,” he says, and Kon glances sidelong at him again, looking curious. 

“Check on what?” he asks. 

“That'd be a spoiler,” Tim says, then crosses over to the toy store across the walkway. “Over here.” 

“Aren't we a little too old for this place?” Kon says, squinting skeptically up at the brightly-colored sign. “Actually I'm pretty sure I was born too old for this place.” 

“Who cares?” Tim asks, raising an eyebrow at him. 

“. . . alright, valid response,” Kon allows with a wry grin, then follows him into the store. Tim hasn't been in a toy store for anything not Robin-related in ages unless he counts the occasional game store visit, and even that he hasn't done in a while, so it is a little weird walking into one again. Still, he's got an idea and he's on a mission, so it's whatever.  

He glances around and finds what he's looking for pretty quick on a top-to-bottom wall of long shelves, then heads towards them. Kon keeps following him, looking around with badly-concealed curiosity. 

It occurs to Tim that Kon has possibly never actually been in a toy store before. He didn't make it sound like he had been with that “born too old” comment, at least, so unless he got roped into an appearance to promote some Superboy action figure or another . . . 

Not that Tim knows anything about any theoretical Superboy action figures or anything. And he definitely doesn't own three. 

. . . look, technically the one came with the–never mind. 

Tim looks over the wall of shelves while Kon looks at basically everything else, then makes a triumphant noise when he spots what he's after. He wasn't sure they'd have one. He transfers all of the shopping bags to one hand, leans down and plucks his find off the shelf, and then straightens back up and wags it at Kon with a smug smirk. 

“Gift shop stand-in,” he says. Kon blinks at him, then at the soft and fluffy stuffed goat in his hand. It doesn't particularly resemble the clay idol from the museum except in the sense of also being a goat, but it's still on-theme, Tim figures. 

“Huh?” Kon says. Tim pushes the goat at him. Kon takes it, looking bewildered. 

“I'm getting it for you,” Tim clarifies. “Consider it me making good on an IOU and also commemorating how good you are at your job.” 

Kon blinks again. Tilts his head. Looks down at the goat in his hands. 

Maybe it is a stupid idea, Tim thinks with a flash of uneasy self-consciousness. Maybe Steph or Ariana would've gone for something like this, but they're both girls, and Kon's a lot more concerned about looking “cool” than either of them ever were, and actually, presenting a guy he barely knows even counting the superheroics they're both regularly doing together with a fluffy little stuffed goat with white fur and stubby horns and, Tim is belatedly realizing, a brown heart-shaped spot over one of its eyes, is probably not the smoothest move anyone has ever pulled. Like–as far as flirting goes, a kid's toy is probably the literal antithesis of sexy or interesting, and Kon's used to, like, confident older women and beach bunnies in little bikinis and the celebrity treatment, not like, stupid kiddie stuff. 

Well, there's a reason Tim wouldn't have picked Tim Drake for this plan if he'd actually set the whole thing up in advance as opposed to just tripping face-first into a convenient opportunity. 

“I mean, if you want it,” he backtracks uncomfortably, suddenly feeling more than a little embarrassed about the whole idea. He'd thought it was date-like enough, getting somebody you were flirting with a stuffed animal. Though in retrospect usually that's, like, teddy bears on Valentine's Day and flowers and chocolate are involved, not just a freaking random goat you just plucked off a mall toy store shelf and–

“Uh,” Kon says, flicking his eyes up from the goat to look at him again, and his face is suddenly very, very red. “Okay. Sure.”

#timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #dc robin #superboy #young just us #young justice #rinfic #long post #wip: obligatory sugar baby kon

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Mermaid au where Danny gets thrown into another dimensions ocean and turned into a mer. Unbeknownst to him, the batfam meets a similar fate a month later and crash into the ocean. They have a much harder time adjusting to thier new bodies and have to make adjustments for the new watery environment. Meaning they had to ditch most of thier gear in a hidden location until they found a way to return to thier human forms (not that thier pants will ever be of use again lol)

They swim to the surface to talk and hopefully come up with a plan, which is difficult due to the new set of sharp teeth some of them had. It was obvious most of them were different types of mer. All of them had scales, fins and scaly arms from thier elbows to thier very sharp/ claws. Tim was all black with a dull and unnoticeable red tent to the tip of his claws and sharp edges to his fins. It didn't take a lot to prove he was poisonous.

Cass was very brightly colored to her surprise. Her tail was colored like a sunset and she looked the least threatening of the group and the most like a traditional mermaid.

Stephanie was overjoyed to be her favorite color! Her purple scales came in coordinated patches throughout her body, like a sort of armor. Her stomach, upper back, elbows and knuckles all had the thick hard scales decorating them. It was clear her species was made for combat.

Bruce and Damian looked largely the same with the difference being thier colors. They had claws like Tim, but no sharped fins or poison.

Dick looked the least like a mer out of all of them. His tail was long and thick, his fins were small but flexible which allowed him to be fast and limber in the water, doing loops and flips in a blur of blue and black. He was having an absolute ball.

Jason was the...shiniest of the group. His orange, red and gold scales glistened in any amount of light and attracted fish to them that would be immediately adopted by Damian. Jason quickly grew annoyed at all the fish coming to peck at his scales and started coating himself in mud...that would just fall off due to the smoothness of his scales. He was not having a great time.

Danny was lovely. He had long flowing fins like that of a beta fish sprouting all over his tail. His body looked like it was swathed in inky black silks at all times. This, combined with the scales on his arms ruching up to his mid biceps made him feel like a lady at one of those galas Sam hated so much. He felt pretty. His past experience flying through the sky with his ghostly tail was much appreciated now that he had to figure out this mess of scales and muscle.

His Phantom form was much the same, except he was entirely white and glowed like a star in the dark of the ocean, leaving him feeling (and looking) like a bride on thier wedding day. His friends could never find out about this or the teasing would never end.

Danny came into contact with this pod of mer a few days after they arrived. They were racing towards him while he was in his Phantom form, which wasn't unusual for fish, but mer? He had never made contact with any of the other mer unless one came up to him to flirt or try to kill him for being too close to thier territory.

Deciding to err on the side of caution, Danny kept turning invisible whenever he saw them coming his way. It wasn't too long before the batfam came up with a plan to sneak up on the other mer. They sent Tim, the most well defended and darkest colored of them to talk to him and maybe get some answers. Or at least directions.

Things went wrong almost immediately. Phantom flared his fins the moment Tim tapped his shoulder and caught him in the silky appendages. What no one realized was that his fins weren't made of cartilage or whatever, but were genuinely made of thin, strong muscle for capturing prey. Toxins filled Tim's body leaving his body to go slack in the others hold, and Danny was wounded by the razor edge of Tim's fins as Tim's own poison entered Dannys veins.

Everyone was panicking.

#prompts #fanfiction prompts #dp x dc #i worked hard on this #if fought me #so if you see a mistake #no you didnt #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #cassandra cain #jason todd #stephine brown #red hood #spoiler #orphan #red robin #fighting the urge to add yum takes god tier resistance #alfred barbara and duke are at the batcave trying to figure out where everyone went

[thedeathdeelers]

is this the real life? (is this just fantasy?)

it’s still quiet in his room when she walks out of the bathroom, his position on the mattress the only sign that he had woken up. he was fast asleep when she had left to freshen up, curled up on his side and pillow tucked under his head. instead she now finds him stretched across the other side of the mattress lying flat on his stomach, chin propped up on folded arms and eyes staring into space. she falters for a beat on her way back, eyes lingering on the pensive expression on his face.

taking a deep breath and reminding herself that this was just luke, julie shakes her head and tiptoes her way back, only stopping once she reaches the edge of the bed. dropping onto her knees on the mattress, julie braces herself on her arms as she inches closer to luke’s side until she is pressed snugly against his warm skin. she flops onto her stomach, arm thrown across luke’s bare back, and rests her head against him.

she lets out a little sigh of contentment at the contact.

“penny for your thoughts?” she whispers, not wanting to speak any louder lest she disturb this rare moment of peace.

“hah,” he snorts. “not sure they’re worth that much, boss.”

julie nudges him good-naturedly, then digs her fingers into his sides, pulling out a little giggle out of him.

the sound brings a smile to her face.

“what’s up luke?”

he doesn’t say anything at first, only responding with a long sigh.

but julie knows him, knows not to push, so she waits. she starts lightly tracing patterns on his back with her fingertips, getting lost in the sensation until she hears him suck in a deep breath.

“it’s all just…crazy. i’ve been working towards this my whole life but it still doesn’t feel…real.”

julie nods in agreement. “yeah, you guys will be playing sold out arenas in no time, you’ll see.” she closes her eyes and pictures the scene before her. “a wild crowd, a dedicated fanbase.” her lips twitch. “a never-ending parade of devoted fangirls,” she mumbles quietly to herself.

luke hums absentmindedly in reply, almost as if he (hopefully?) didn’t hear her last slipped statement, then falls silent once more.

there was no point in being bitter or jealous — julie didn’t like that side of her, plus luke was the very definition of a budding rockstar, she couldn’t fault the girls who would inevitably fall for him.

julie follows his cue and grows quiet, choosing to bask in the moment, just the two of them in the comfort of his apartment. it doesn’t take her very long to starts to feel her eyelids drooping, and is about to let the sound and movement of luke’s breathing lull her to sleep when he speaks up again.

“when i’m onstage, it’s like….it’s like i’m exactly where i was always meant to be, you know? when the crowd is singing my words back to me, i-” he stops short, closing his eyes and shaking his head minutely.

julie wraps her arm tighter around his back, pressing herself closer to his side. she rests her chin on his shoulder and waits for him to continue.

“i know i come off as this overly confident guy onstage — like i never have to worry about stage fright or get nervous before a gig, right? the fearless frontman. but honestly?” he lets out a small humourless chuckle, eyes snapping back open as he keeps his gaze straight ahead. “i’m terrified every time we step up in front of a crowd. for a moment, i think-maybe my parents were right: maybe i’ll mess this up just like i’ve messed everything else up in life. what if i forget the lyrics? what if my voice gives out? what if my fingers forget how to play, and everyone thinks i’m a fraud?”

julie furrows her brows, mouth opening automatically to defend him from his parents, from himself — but quickly gets cut off as he continues.

“but then…the second we start playing, the second the crowd starts singing the words back to me it’s like…. it’s like i can’t mess up even if i tried. i- it’s this feeling that they’re welcoming me back to my rightful place, that no matter what i do, i won’t….disappoint anyone.”

he stops for a moment, quiet and pensive.

julie’s eyes don’t leave his profile, too entranced by the quiet intensity of his speech. she’s never seen him be so…vulnerable before.

not like this.

never off stage.

she picks up on a slight tremor at the corner of his lips, his fingers flexing around his bicep before he speaks again.

“the only other time i ever feel that way,” he says, turning his head to meet her gaze, “is when i’m with you.”

julie’s eyes grow wider, breath hitching in her throat as her heart starts beating faster. she can feel the prick of tears threatening to spill, but she can’t get herself to look away, to blink — all she can do is continue to stare at luke in awe, his gaze impossibly soft and tender.

they stay locked that way for what feels like an eternity, only moving when luke eventually shifts, turning onto his side to face her. julie doesn’t have time to react before luke is unfolding his arms and reaching out to wrap his arms around her, pulling her snug against him.

julie finally snaps out of it, even as the words struggle to settle in her mind. she doesn’t think she could speak even if she could find the words to speak, so she does the next best thing — she ducks her head under his chin and hides her face in the crook of his neck. she feels him laugh all around her, the sound and vibration of his joy only helping to send her heartbeat into overdrive.

they stay that way for a while, both listening to julie’s heartbeat as it gradually slowed down to a somewhat normal rhythm. only then does she move, pulling back just enough to press a lingering kiss near his pulse point.

she doesn’t hide her growing smile when she feels his heart thud irregularly at the contact.

maybe none of this felt real to either of them; but julie was sure as hell going to hold onto this fantasy for as long as she could.

#i REALLY couldn’t think of a title so we’re stuck with this i’m so sorry queen #idk i guess this is an AU where julie meeets luke and sunset curve when they’re in the brink of making it big #*on #so she doesn’t join the band until a little while later perhaps- chooses to support the guys and still doesn’t trust herself to sing her 🤔 #anyway lol this scene def wasn’t inspired by that one scene in bohemian rhapsody (the movie) #jatp #juke #my fics #jatp fics #julie and the phantoms

[innytoes]

Chapters: 9/35 Fandom: Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ray Molina & Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer & Luke Patterson & Reggie Peters & Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Julie Molina/Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer/Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Ray Molina & Willie, Aunt Victoria & Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), pre Reggie Peters/Bobby Shaw, Alex Mercer&Reggie Peters Characters: Reggie Peters (Julie and The Phantoms), Ray Molina, Julie Molina, Carlos Molina, Luke Patterson, Alex Mercer, Bobby Shaw | Trevor Wilson, Willie (Julie and The Phantoms), Aunt Victoria (Julie and The Phantoms), Emily Patterson (Julie and The Phantoms), Flynn Taylor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Foster Family, Foster Care, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, mentions of abuse, Bobby Shaw is Not Trevor Wilson, Best Dad Ray Molina, Willie Uses He/Him and They/Them Pronouns (Julie and The Phantoms), Reggie Peters Has Bad Parents (Julie and The Phantoms), Angst and Hurt/Comfort Summary:

When Reggie's father finally snapped and crossed the line and put him in the hospital, he wishes he could say he was surprised. He's sent to live with a foster family, the Molinas. The worst part about it all? It already feels safer after one day than his old home had in years.

Willie hasn't had the best track record when it came to foster families after both his parents died. After running away from his last group home, their case is reassigned, and they end up with the Molinas. Maybe this time is the charm?

Rose and Ray had always talked about fostering. But right after they got their license, Rose got sick and passed away. Now, a year later, with his kids fully on board, Ray decides to open up their home again for their first placement.

Happy Thursday! Chapter 9 is up! In which Alex and Reggie are Tired, Bobby does not actually want to do all the quizzes in a Teeny Bop, Luke dodges shoes, and the boys break out of and into a school.

#julie and the phantoms #foster care AU #fanfic #I wrote a thing #reggie peters #luke patterson #alex mercer #bobby shaw #julie molina #sunset curve #sunset chaos more like it #inny rereading the chapter to figure out what to put in the blurb: this one isn't that angsty #luke: excuse me did you skim over my tragic backstory?????

[strong-with-the-sarcasm]

Part 6- from the top of my lungs

Dp x DC AU: Regent!Jazz & Vigilante!Jazz

"I step out outside and I take a deep breath and I get real high and I scream from the top of my lungs, 'What's going on?!'" - What's Up? by 4 Non Blondes

Masterlist Part 5

It was probably hypocritical of Danny to lecture Jazz about taking up a vigilante role around their new haunt when he himself couldn’t resist the instinctual urge to give the local breed of stupidity a beatdown. 

If anything, it was a good way to get back into shape.

(Danny’s not fooling anyone, he’s a twink.) (A ghouly goopy ghostly one, but still a twink.)

Danny argued that he had more experience with vigilantism than Jazz, when she’d taken up a support role even after training. Sure, her aim has gotten so much better with practice, but Jazz was only a liminal. 

(A highly ecto-contaminted liminal with a scary sword that can cut through reality to create portals that currently does his kingly paperwork for him.)

At least he could comfort himself with the knowledge that Jazz was trained by the frightening and awe-inspring Pandora of the Infinite Realms Acropolis, bearing her own gifted Bracelets of Submission as a symbol of respect from one woman to another. 

(Jazz and Pandora sparring made the Boy King eternally grateful to be on the good side of both women.) 

(Scary was an understatement.) 

(No wonder Jazz and Sam got along so well.)

(Batman and Wonder Woman were supposedly friends, being founders of the Justice League and all.)

Gotham was all kinds of batshit crazy when the sun went down.

(pun recognized and intended.)

A dumb statement for any Gothamite, but newcomers to the city never really got it until the were robbed at gunpoint within five minutes of sunset. 

That wasn’t really a concern for Danny, he’s gotten into the habit of phasing his important items into his body for safe keeping, but his increased need to do something made his late night walks morph into something that vaguely resembled his Witching Hours patrols back in Amity. Midnight to three am, strictly rooftops without too much barrier crossing into Hood’s territory were now fully integrated into the Halfa’s life- the purring of his core when he protected someone was healing something inside him he hadn’t realized was sick. 

(Lies.)

Without the Red Hood to manage his Haunt, the Boy King and Regent had brute forced their way passed the boundary line to help the once-Revenant’s people until the one in question could do it himself. The habitants of Crime Alley were hesistant at first to accept more vigilantes into their midst, especially one that was obviously a meta with a concerning range of physical abilites, but with the Regent’s quiet strength and Phantom’s quirky attitude they were begrudgingly allowed to continue. 

(If Phantom also used his ice manipulation to help stablilize dilapidated buildings being used as shelter for the upcoming winter, then all the better.) 

The Regent had been caught in the Bat’s territory more recently, much to Danny’s worry. Jazz could no doubt break the furry over her knee, Danny had seen her do it to Skulker of all people, but drawing the ire of the big bat was the opposite of ideal. Batman’s Stabby Robin might even try to challenge Jazz for her Ecto-sword, which was both hilarious to imagine and panic-inducing, because stabby Robin was stabby. 

After the early morning chat with the Signal, Danny had come to a decision regarding the leather clad crime lord furry and his flock of birdies- step up as the Boy King and request Batman’s help in riding the Realms of the Anti-Ecto Acts. Jazz already did so much as his Regent, he could at least get the ball rolling on this. 

In order to begin, he had a sad trenchcoat man to call. 

“Bloody Hell, Phantom!” 

The Phantom, in his original jumpsuit rather than the admittedly awesome Star King regalia, grinned with a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth. Closer to a snarl, but whatever. 

“Sad trenchcoat man! Just the guy I wanted to see.” 

Danny knew the guy’s name, hard not to when he’d seen the three floor-to-ceiling filing cabinets in Jazz’s office dedicated to the Laughing Magician alone, but the halfa was nothing if not dedicated to the bit. 

When he’d sensed Constantine’s magic at work, he’d hijacked the summoning circle for his own use- suck it, a king trumps whatever entity Constantine was trying to get and Danny was less likely to want his soul in return for a favor. 

(Did it really count when he’d already gifted the glued together pieces of the guy’s soul to Jazz as a paperweight?) 

“Phantom, lad, why’re you here?”

The Ghost boy huffed a laugh, the building annoyance in the air just from his presence was fueling his life force. 

“What, can’t say hi to a friend now? After all the work I did to stop that demon from coming instead too.” 

(Lies.) (The summoning had been for an observant, but those bastard eyebags can eat a dick for all he cared.)

“Demon?” Constantine’s voice cracked with surprise, gaze flickering over the runes he’d lazily copied from a book. 

“Yep.” 

“Constantine.” A growl interrupted whatever comeback the Magician could have conjured, with the shadows of the darkened room parting to allow the Dark Knight himself to step through. “There is no time.” 

“Aye, Batsy.” The brit turned back to Phantom, an edge of desperation now coloring the annoyance the ghost had brought. “Phantom, I need a favor.” 

Phantom blinked. 

“Uh, sure dude?” 

“Constantine.” Batman interrupted again, but the sad trenchcoat man waved him off.

“Your people been wreckin’ government buildings and the bloody USA is throwing a fit.” 

Government buildings? Phantom’s people? The GIW? 

Could his luck really be in his favor this time? After all, here was Batman, and the sad trenchcoat man who could verify that Phantom was a spirit of protection and not one of vengeance. 

(He left that to the Regent.)

“If that’s the case, then there is nothing I can do.” 

(He would be right there with his people. What’s a few more buildings destroyed to free the innocent ghosts trapped within?) 

“Whot?” 

Phantom crossed his arms, allowing gravity to bring him to the floor where he stood at his full height. Unintimidating was one word for it, but he couldn’t really care less at the moment. 

“The GIW have committed acts of War against the Infinite Realms, Constantine. It’s only thanks to the Regent and Future King that this Living Realm hasn’t been claimed by the Unquiet Dead.” 

It was true. Jazz was the best Regent Danny could’ve ever gotten. She was liminal enough to understand that the Denziens of the Realms were not inherently malicious, but human enough to realize that she too would be afraid of the ghosts if she hadn’t been raised around the dead and (un)dying.

It was only thanks to that fine line she walked that Phantom wasn’t to join the Unquiet Dead and Neverborn as they descended onto the Living with the fury of thousand suns. 

Danny, while a half-ghost, had died unlike his big sister. Sure he was brought back by Ectoplasm, but he had only returned halfway and that part of him was chomping at the bit to avenge those who were ended that he couldn’t protect. 

“Here.” Phantom shallowly intoned as he pulled a flash drive from his chest, thrown to the big bat. “That contains all collected information the Regent was comfortable sharing with the Living. Share it with your league and get the Acts demolished, Batman.” 

Phantom sighed heavily, shoulders drooping as he finished in a tired voice, “Please. I don’t want to fight. Please don’t make me go to war.” 

Was he trying to tug on the Bat’s heartstrings? Yes. Was he being honest in not wanting to got to war? Also yes. 

“War?” 

“Yeah, all denziens of the Realms would have to fight. We’re all effected by the Acts, even if we don’t want to hurt anyone we’d have to…for our right to exist.” Phantom replied lowly. “I’m a spirit of protection, I don’t want to hurt the innocent.” 

(It was a truth he had come to terms with, after his sister killed their parents.)

(He died wanting to be loved and protected by the adults who claimed to be his parents, but it had been Jazz that raised him.) 

(She avenged him twice over.)

(She gave him a grave.)

A/N: No Hardcover/Anger Management ship content this time, just lore for this world I'm building.

And look, Sad trenchcoat man!

Song quotes are from the same songs on my Jazz/Jason playlist. Typically the song that started playing when I get ready to post this.

#dpxdc #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc #jazz fenton #regent!jazz #dp x dc au #Regent Jazz in Gotham