#to make Damian call him Danny faster

[flamingpudding]

Cats are liquide, so is Daniel

... that's what Damian decided after having watched the other for a while and noticed behavior similarites to Alfred, the cat.

Daniel comes and go like he wants unless you made a set plan with him, the only times he appears for sure where the meals Alfred made sure he attended. Otherwise, good luck finding the other if he doesn't want to be found.

That had irked Damian a lot at first but he had learned to accept it, if not completely willingly but Richard insisted that it was good brotherly behavior of him to not demand to Daniel's location when he doesn't want to be found.

Another thing was that his newly acquired brother purred. Like a cat. Damian would never admit it towards his other siblings. But his efforts in getting along with Daniel tripled when he learned this fact. For one, the switch from calling him Fenton to Daniel gained him a pleased purring. He was not calling him by nickname yet, that was something he would refuse longer until he ran out of tactics to make the other comfortable enough to purr.

But the most common fact that Daniel appeared to have with Alfred, the cat, was that his body must be made of liquid or at least as flexible like a cats. While Alfred, again the cat, found tight spaces like vases, bags, bowls and other things comfortable to rest in, Daniel appeared to show something similar.

Tight spaces, like a cupboard, the nocks between to shelves, the little space between a shelve and the ceilings. If Daniel disappeared he could be found in spaces like that. But what him appear even more liquid like was the was Daniel also tented to rest in more common spaces.

Damian had blinked in disbelieve the first time he found Danial in the common room. One leg on the couch, the other on a side table his back laying on the floor a book in his hands he was reading while his head was under the coffee table. And he though is elder siblings were bad with the way the collapsed couches or other seating spaces at times. How was that comfortable?

Another time Damian had found him sleeping, hanging upside down from a bookshelf in the library with his knees hooked on the top of the shelve. The book he appeared to have been reading like that laid fallen on the floor Daniel's arms hanging down above it and his face was getting a rather red coloring with all the blood gravity was pulling down towards it.

Then, there was also that time he found Daniel curled up in a spare tire of the Batmobile after patrol. How did he even manage to fit in there?

So Damian decided Daniel was a human cat. Because as weird as his family was, this was in no shape or form normal behavior. The fact that he was now finding Daniel napping in the chandelier of the foyer like it was a bed proved it. Not even Richard did that.

Really Damian wouldn't even have noticed it if he hadn't happened to look up. He was going to have a talk with Daniel about this even Alfred, the cat, knew to behave better than this. And if that didn't work, then he would allert his other siblings or maybe he should go directly to Pennyworth with this.

#dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #dpxdc #dcxdp #damian wayne #Damian keeps finding Danny napping or resting in weirds spaces #but only Damian #random ideas #non of the other batkids have found him like that before #they will demand photos of all the spaces he keeps finding him in #Damian doesnt think that the way Danny rests is healthy #it needs to be fixed in his opinion #little does Damian know.... #Danny is doing it on purpose just for him #to make Damian call him Danny faster #its not working so far

[starry-bi-sky]

Danielle and Danyal's meeting... very, very quickly goes very sour from, basically, the moment Danny steps into his room and finds Ellie sitting on his bed (strike one) and reading the comic books Tucker introduced him to (strike two). By the time she's looked up to address him, Danny has the door locked, and a hand hovering near the knife hidden under his shirt.

She gets her third strike when Danny, in a voice that could make the mountains tremble, demands to know how she got into his room, and she lies (with uncertainty of her decision growing in her chest) that Jazz let her in. Danny's hand shifts closer to his weapon, and he turns towards her fully, and says that Jazz would never let someone he didn’t know into his room, and who was she.

(Vlad Masters had underprepared Danielle for her meeting with Danny -- not out of any completely direct malicious intent, but he failed to mention just how... 'touchy' Daniel could be -- he failed to mention the scars littering up his arms, unhidden by the hoodie tee he meets Ellie in. He failed to mention that along with those scars, that Danny was visibly lean, capable of doing very real damage without the use of his powers.)

(He tells Ellie that he’s adopted, and that he is observant and clever, but ungrateful and has a bad attitude.)

Her final strike occurs when Ellie, trying to keep her facade of cheeriness, tells him that she’s his third cousin once removed. Immediately, Danny has his dagger pulled out, and Ellie finds herself with the cold metal of a blade pressing against her throat.

Danyal 'A.G' Fenton hasn’t killed since he arrived in Amity Park. At first it was because mother told him to keep a low profile, and killing would do the opposite of that. But, he's been slowly learning from his sister and friends over the years the value of human life. So it's become a combination of keeping his head down, and also that life has value to it.

But. That doesn’t mean he can’t kill, nor is he opposed to doing it if the situation calls for it. It just means that he doesn't do it. And ‘Danielle’ is an unknown in his room, claiming to be family to him, and appearing uncannily similar to him and his family. Either someone hired her and she was trying to pass herself off as a relative to him because that someone realized Danny was the biggest threat, or, his false death has been compromised, his mother was unable to tell him, and the league was aware he was alive.

No matter how he looks at it, this Danielle was a threat to him, his sister, his friends, to Damian, and to the Drs. Fenton. Danyal Fenton doesn't kill, but he has no problems doing so.

(Ellie, pinned under Danny’s knee and the blade to her neck, is too terrified to think of phasing out of his hold. Not that it would help, he would just chase after her.)

“You have broken into my home, dared to lie to my face, and when I demanded to know the truth, you dared lie to me again." Danny's scowl could cower even Skulker, his glacier blue eyes burning. "Your continual breath has been a favor from me, that I have graciously allowed, from the moment you entered my room, dahkil."

"So I will ask one more time," he hisses, "who. are. you."

Danielle, only a few months old, unprepared for the ice storm that is "Daniel" Fenton, and his clone in only flesh and blood, and not memories, immediately breaks. And tells him that she was his clone, that Vlad sent her to come capture him, and to please not kill her.

Danny's face twists with anger, Ellie thinks he's going to kill her anyways. Instead, he withdraws his knife and gets off her, stringing out curses in Arabic as he sheathes his weapon back into its hiding place faster than Ellie can blink.

He switches to English as she is collecting her bearings (and contemplating fleeing), and Danny paces the room like a tiger in a cage. "--of course that wretched, arrogant, peacocking little ingrate would do something so infuriating. I should have driven my sword into the shrivel of his heart when I had the chance--"

Ellie, for a moment, thinks of leaving while he is distracted. And starts to slowly creep away. But Danny notices instantly, and whirls on her. His too-bright eyes bore into her head: "Where do you think you're going."

"...I'm leaving."

And Danny scoffs at her, "Why? So you can fly back to Masters and tell him that you failed to capture me, and that I know that he cloned me?" He says, and Ellie remains silent -- that's exactly what she was going to do. "He will destroy you within seconds."

Of course, Ellie rears back in offense, and she finds the footing to glare at him. "He would not! He's my dad, he loves me!"

Danny gets in her face, glowering back with an equal intensity. "He does not." He snaps, "Vlad Masters has not a soul in his body nor a heart in his chest. He would sooner cut off the hand that helps him stand, than to take it along with him."

"If you're really made of my blood, then I will teach you only this: we bow not our heads nor our hearts to anyone." Danny's too-blue eyes narrow, and his voice dips into a hiss, "Especially not to a conniving snake like Masters. Your heart: cut it off, or cut it out. He will sooner leave you to bleed."

Then, he unlocks the door and drags her out before she has much time to act. And as he drags her down the hall he shoots Sam and Tucker a text, and they meet up at Nasty Burger. Ellie is a spitfire, but Danny has her too intimidated to leave.

"This is Danielle," he tells them bluntly as he corners her into the booth, "she's my clone. Masters created her."

Ellie is with them for a week, and somehow throughout that time, Danny manages to actually get her to like him throughout that time. He's callous, blunt, and full of sharp edges that you can cut yourself on. But when he's not spitting venom, he's fretting.

When he drags her back to the house after being with Sam and Tucker, he pulls her to Jazz's room and opens the door to tell her the same thing. "This is Danielle." He says upon abruptly opening the door, interrupting Jazz's studying as he pulls Ellie inside. "She is my clone, Masters created her. She needs clothes."

Then he turns and leaves, shutting the door behind him. Ellie, in that moment, thinks that now's her chance to flee. But Jazz then squeals, and she is trapped in new arms, shaken around by Jazz Fenton, excited for a sister.

(Ellie finds herself complaining to Jazz that night, shoved into old pajamas. She's in utter disbelief that Jazz could care about a jerk like Danny.)

("He's rough around the edges, but Danny does care." Jazz tells her, combing through her hair with her fingers. "We've been working on it ever since he joined the family, but Danny warms up slowly. He's usually less stoney; I think your arrival spooked him.")

("Spooked him?" Ellie repeats, she doesn't believe it at all. "He has a funny way of showing it, he threatened to kill me!" And she turns around just in time to see Jazz's press her lips into a line.)

("He's... very protective. He'll deny if you ask him, but he worries a lot." Jazz's fingers find her hair again. "What I do know for certain though, is that he wouldn't have kept you here if he wasn't worried about you at least a little bit.")

(Ellie doubts it.)

But Ellie is indeed there for a week, and the day after her initially rocky introduction with Danny, he is a little bit kinder to her. Still kinda a bitch, but he's less harsh to her, if... almost uncomfortable around her. Flighty, kinda.

Whenever she gets mouthy at him though, he looks oddly smug about it and, infuriatingly enough, praises her attitude. He is very, very annoying. And still kinda terrifying. But hearing him shout insults via puns at someone during a ghost fight that happens that week lessens the intimidating factor,,, a little bit.

Things go about,,,, relatively,,,, similar to canon. In the sense that it ends with Ellie defecting from Vlad because she finds out that Danny was right and that Vlad didn't actually care about her. (And that Jazz had been right too; Danny, in his weird, mean way, had been worried about her as well)

Danny looks out of his depth as she talks about how he was right, and he cuts her off with a vaguely uncomfortable clearing of his throat. And gives her the most awkward, but genuine apology he can muster.

"I should've used more tact when telling you about Masters, and I... apologize for threatening you when we met. I was..." he makes a face like he's sucked on a particularly sour lemon, "worried. First about my family, and then later about you."

(Ellie will be damned: Jazz was right)

Before Ellie leaves, Danny puts a hand on her shoulder and tells her: "I wasn't kidding about what I said to you when we first met: you are of my blood, and as such, you do not bow your head nor your heart to anyone."

Ellie looks at him, thinks about the last week, and smiles like she's caught him in a trap. "What about Sam and Tucker then? And Jazz?"

Danny smiles, it's awkward and tilted, like his face isn't used to the gesture. "We bow not our hearts, but that doesn't mean we can't share."

#danny speaks in formal english when he's pissed. he goes full on 'i shall eat his heart in the marketplace' levels of formal #not quite a ficlet not quite a post talking about the idea but a secret third option: its both of these at the same time #dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton is not the ghost king #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc crossover #dpdc #danyal al ghul au #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp au #dpxdc au #dcdp #dpdc au #dp dc crossover #older brother danny #danny is an asshole with a heart of gold #the writing feels all over the place but since its not a fic i dont feel that self conscious about it lol. very much spitballing here #morally gray danny fenton #poc danny fenton #look ellie MIGHt - and thats a big if - have gotten away with the cousin lie if it weren't for the fact that she's danny's clone #danny who is not white nor remotely white-passing in this au. she might have gotten away if he had been and she claimed she was #from jack's side of the family. but alas. danny is adopted. the fentons are whiter than sunscreen. and danny is not. #dani and danny's meeting in danyal al ghul aus have the potenial of being IMMEDIATE dumpster fires which is very funny to me #on the basis of if danny knows he's adopted or not and if dani claims to be related directly to him or to jack. #dani: im your third cousin once removed :) #danny. is adopted: i kNOW YOU LYING. CUZ YO LIPS ARE MOVING #i got fanart for this au on haunting heroes discord and it kickstarted my thoughts about danyal again. they gave him the BATWING EYEBROWS #ellie has the batwing eyebrows too that was the mind killer thats what fucked her over /j. those are UNIQUELY BRUCE WAYNE BROWS FOLKS #fuck i wish tumblr told us on laptop when we run out of tags because i just lost like 4 of them. good thing i got screenies those were FUNN

[noisilyscreechingsong]

As the (for a lack of a better word) god of balance and space, and being a halfa that is arguably immortal, Danny has the rare opportunity to reincarnate. Live again. Start over.

When Clockwork had originally told him he was immortal, he (understandably) assumed he meant he, Danny Fenton, could not die. He was wrong. As usual. Instead, it was that he, his soul, could not parish or cease to exist. Two very different things that he was forced to learn through experience when Danny Fenton died at the age of 64 from a car accident as mundane as that is, and ended up in the Ghost Zone to, presumably, ‘live’ the rest of his afterlife. It wasn’t until later when he fell asleep in his lair (first sign something was happening, ghosts don’t need to sleep) and woke up with his head fuzzy and body clumsy. He was a baby and it wasn’t until his mind was old enough to comprehend who he was that he understood he was living life again, this time as child in a different universe and different time.

And when he died again, this time very young from a sickness traveling through his village, he ended up in his lair again, as if he never left. The other ghosts understood after a brief explanation, but the process was still disorienting. Even if it happened again and again.

This time he was born into an odd place. He awoke from a large tube of green liquid. He had a mother named Talia and a Grandfather. He also had a father and older brother named Damian, but they lived in a different country and weren’t really on speaking terms it seemed. It also appeared he was born into a cult of some kind. Mother called it the League of Assassins and Grandfather called it his Legacy, the organization he built from the ground up. Oh and it all revolved around the green, bubbling pit below their home that had resurrection powers that may or may not make someone insane.

A connection to the dead in the basement, a family business, and a Frootloop with too much power. This was turning out to be a lot like his first life.

It’s the assassinations that bother him. He’s fine with killing to protect himself and to protect others. He’s even fine with mercy killings, but to kill someone who is unarmed and can’t even put up a fight is crossing a line.

Grandfather doesn’t like that. He doesn’t like a lot of what Danny does. He talks back too much, he doesn’t follow orders, he has too much of an imagination, he has a weak stomach and can’t see the big picture, he’s never good enough. He’s also compared to his big brother Damian a lot. He’s never even met the guy but knows he has a better fighting stance and climbed the mountain faster when he was Danny’s age. Danny doesn’t know if he wants to met Damian at all after hearing his name every time Grandfather criticizes him. The only thing Damian is to him is a standard to exceed.

And don’t get him started on his Father. Mother brags about him enough, but he’s obviously not here for a reason. He stole Damian from the family, Grandfather says, his golden heir. Danny is just the spare, filling in for his older brother who doesn’t want to come home. Of course, he takes everything with a grain of salt. Danny’s family also brainwashes and conditions people to follow them and die for them, it’s all twisted and manipulative. However, there’s bound to be some truth woven in there somewhere and it doesn’t look good for his biological father.

When Danny becomes the Demon’s Head, and with everything he’s been training for he WILL be the Head, the first thing he’s doing is cutting Grandfather’s head right off his shoulders and feeding it to the dogs. He’ll run this cult thing with actual morals and better management. Not too much change because then his position will be questioned, but over time he’ll bring about some good outcomes.

He does think his family believes they are doing things for the greater good, he just thinks they’ve lost sight of what’s important.

Danny’s not even bothered with not having a normal childhood. He’s lived it once or twice, it was quiet, nice, but ultimately boring. He enjoys the adventure and thrives on the action. He gets excited when he learns a new weapon and celebrates when he finally perfects that technique he’s been practicing. He’s proud when his mother compliments his precise aim in her own weird roundabout way of speaking and is awfully smug when Grandfather doesn’t say a word of criticism when he slaughters his opponents efficiently.

He has a crazy family, but it’s his. So it comes to no surprise that he feels a little unbalanced when his mother takes him to Gotham after some political tension between Grandfather and some group he’s not important enough to know.

He’s seven and has lived this entire life in Nanda Parbat, only visiting the other League locations a few times, where the weather is warm and the air is clean. Gotham is the opposite of his home. He remembers a life in Chicago, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as the permanent smog covering the sky. Even if it was clear, the light pollution would hinder his view of the stars.

He already hated this place and was actively counting down the minutes until they could leave. Although he had a suspicion of why they were here. The tight lines beside his mother’s eyes gave away her reluctance, but her confident stance didn’t falter.

Danny watches as she meets with a man in a black superhero suit and what looks like a teenager in a different uniform. The pieces were finally coming together when Mother calls him to come out and he drops from the rafters to land on his feet like a cat.

Their two visitors stare hard at him and if he was in a different life he might have fidgeted under their intense attention. He does not.

“My son, this is your father and older brother.”

“Mother,” the teen- Danny’s brother, Damian, objects, “since when do I have a brother? Have you adopted like Father?”

In response, Danny pulls down the black mask to show the rest of his face and the clear resemblance between the two. Danny had more blue mixed with his green eyes to give a marbled effect and he had his mother’s jaw line but he still had his father’s lips and- actually that was all he could see, the cowl obstructing the rest of his features. Either way, there was no mistaking Danny and Damian as anything but brothers.

“Damian, meet your brother. I hope the two of you will get along and look out for one another.”

Like hell they will, Danny thinks bitterly. He’s spent pretty much this whole life being compared to the boy in front of him, there’s bound to be some resentment on his part.

“I thought he’d be taller,” he tells his mother, eyeing Damian up and down unimpressed.

Damian actually sputters.

“Talia,” his father says, demands, as if asking twenty questions in that one word.

“You will care for him while I’m away. It isn’t safe for him and I have work to do.”

Danny knew it was coming and yet he still felt the squeeze of panic and betrayal in his chest.

“Mother, don’t leave me here,” he almost whines but just manages to keep his voice steady. “I can stay in Switzerland or the Alps or somewhere else that is not here.”

Mother says his name with that amount of sharpness that lets him know she wasn’t changing her mind. He huffs angrily and glares at the two in front of him like it was their fault his was here in this disgusting city.

They don’t talk for much longer before Danny is following them back to a black suped-up car and Mother is nowhere in sight. The ride is silent, the others’ thoughts loud and leaving the vehicle suffocating.

Danny decides to make the process difficult for them, arguing when they ask for a blood sample to confirm, getting into things he clearly shouldn’t when he got bored, and being a little shit to anyone else that shows up in his path.

He knew nothing of this side of his family, his Mother only telling him how strong and honorable his father is and how proud she is of Damian despite his decision to not become the Demon’s Heir. This was his opportunity to watch and learn and maybe test their patience here and there. He didn’t want to be there, they didn’t want him there, so he was going to make this everyone’s problem and maybe formulate his own opinion of his father and brother in the meantime.

It doesn’t take much for him to tolerate the others Father has brought into his side of the family because he had no prior knowledge of them.

He respects Alfred, he can relate to Tim, Dick is a pun master that Danny can’t help but contribute, Jason is too cool not to like, Cass is kind, Steph is bubbly, Duke is probably the most normal, and Selina has a mischievousness to her that Danny can get behind.

Father is gruff. He always looks like he wants to say something but doesn’t. Danny isn’t used to that. Mother and Grandfather and even himself have the position of power to say what they want without much consequence. What’s stopping him?

It gets to a point where Danny snaps and demands he speak his mind or say what he’s feeling. It doesn’t go well but he thinks there might have been some progress in the days afterwards.

Damian is a different story. Danny doesn’t hate his brother, but he certainly doesn’t like him. He makes a point to show it through pranks on the older boy and trying to outplay him in competitions and bets the other sometimes doesn’t even agree to.

Danny can admire how passionate he is in his art and how devoted he is to caring for his animals, and even how much he reminds him of Sam from his first life, but it doesn’t erase the years of feeling less than the perfect first son.

This doesn’t really change until Damian comes back and goes directly to the medbay after a mission gone wrong. It takes Danny a moment to realize that he’s worried for his big brother. Damian is in pain and Danny does not like it. He wants to go out and kill the men who hurt his brother, make them pay for what they’ve done. He wants to be the one to stitch up his wounds and bring him soup.

It’s truly unfortunate that his obsession is protection, particularly around those he considers friends and family.

Danny tones down on the aggression towards Damian after that. He still pranks the teenager and teases him and challenges him to competitions and duels, but it’s more in a brotherly way than showing resentment. Damian definitely notices, but wisely doesn’t address it. Instead, Damian quietly talks about what he remembers and misses of Nanda Parbat when the two of them are alone, both of them actually having a conversation without raised voices or tense shoulders.

After a while Danny doesn’t even realize he isn’t counting the days anymore.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #danny phantom #batman #story ideas #damian wayne #Danny and Damian are brothers #reincarnation #god of space and balance #family #league of assassins #dp x dc prompt #writing prompt #they start off rough but it slowly gets better #angst #danny is a little shit #bruce wayne #danny fenton #past lives #so many ideas #funny #thoughts #family bonding

[dcxdpdabbles]

Based on this post here https://www.tumblr.com/ourrechte-blog/740959709140484096

Danny and the latest incarnation of the Demons ends up in Star City. They're doing ninja stuff as a way to get resources and find a way home. Green Arrow overhears mentions of "Great One" and "Demon's Head" and maybe Dani is there and gets called dahlia and it's misheard as Talia

Ollie: Batman, come over here and get your de-aged villains

Bruce: What makes you so sure they're mine?

Ollie: They're ninjas and their leader, who kicked my ass, is referred to as "Great One" so yes, I'm sure these are the League of Assassins under an alias. Or clones

Ra's finds this entire thing hilarious. Damian, not so much

Oliver is not having a good time. He noticed some shady activity going down in his city's underbelly and decided to investigate. Star City wasn't as crime-infested as Gotham, but it wasn't sunshine and rainbows either.

It was far better hidden, but corruption ran amok in his home, so he had to run around to get things fair. He noticed the ninjas only after a while of them being in town. At first, they seemed focused on gaining territory.

They moved from the poorest neighborhoods to the richest, slowly beating out the top dogs. It seemed the leader had the same mentality of prison- beat the toughest person on his first day and become the new number one. Usually, that wouldn't work with such solid and old operations, but somehow, the ninjas were doing it.

They cut off resources. It causes discord in the lackey's ranks. Pulled funding from who knows where. And Blackmailed the rest into submission.

It was a hostile takeover. A plague on the control of the criminal empires station in Star City.

And there was nothing Oliver could do to stop them. He felt like a fumbling medic during a pandemic. Too many areas were affected before he could arrive, and too many loose ends were tied before he could gather enough information to know what they were trying to accomplish.

He contacted the Justice League when it became clear that it was too much for his team to handle. They sent over Dinah Lace and Gregory Sanders (Much to the joy of his bi-heart), who helped him trace the pathway the ninjas were taking, but ultimately, they were unable to catch up.

"It's like chasing ghosts," Gregory complains, his red bandana moving with his mouth. His eyes are scanning the towering buildings, fiddling with his guns. "I see them for only a second, and they are much faster than any of my bullets."

"It doesn't help that one of them is a meta with a similar power to mine," Dinah agrees. She was the closest to the taller figure, attempting to use her Canary Cry to capture him. Imagine her surprise when the figure turned and returned a cry of its own, easily overpowering Dinah's and flinging her away. "We might need a Speedster"

"And a Bat," Olver sighs. "They're far too slippery. A Bat should be able to devise a plan that might work for them. My tactical strategies are falling short."

"How painful was that for you to admit?" Dinah asks with a smirk.

"I'm choking on my blood," He deadpans, causing her to laugh. At once, Olover's heart launches in his chest. She has the loveliest laugh. He throws her a smile that he knows is disgustingly gooey, and her eyes crinkle with the gentleness she reserves for him.

"I overheard them speaking for a bit before one of them heard my guns click," Gregory says, eyeing the two of them like he knows they are flirting but won't point it out. He's a spoilsport. "One of them identified the other. Does the name Talia mean anything to ya'll?"

Crude. Whatever good mood Olvier was in for making Dinah smile is crushed with sudden dread.

"Yeah, it does. Especially if it was anywhere near the words "Demon Head" or "Great One," He wearily. At Gregory's nod, he covers his eyes with one hand, feeling a headache build behind his right eye. It's a familiar headache. It usually pops up whenever Bruce Wayne's love life is mentioned.

"I'll call the Big Bad Bat. He'll get her to stop or kiss her. Whatever works. " Oliver sighs, even heavier than before.

"Why?" Gregory asks mystified

"That's Bat's ex."

There is a very long pause before Gregory's guns click again. A rigid set to his shoulders and rage appear in his eyes. "The young girl is Batman's ex? Good to know."

"Young girl? No, Talia is about my age." Dinah cuts in. "Are you sure she answered to Talia?"

The safety is switched back on as Gregory relaxes."Yes. She appeared to be twelve years old or so, with white hair and green eyes. Does that match Batman's honey?"

"Not even close. I mean, the green eyes, sure, but the rest is wrong." Oliver hums. "So we aren't dealing with Bat's girl, which is good for us. The League of Assassins is a pain. Also very dangerous."

Vigilante's eyes widen at the mention of the ninja group's name. "I heard of the organization but was unaware of the members. Is this Talia important in it?"

"She's the big boss's daughter," Dinah confirms. "Also, one of the bloodthirsty and cruelest members."

"That's not very nice," a young voice cuts in, startling the heroes. They leap away from the roof edge, watching a boy with glowing white hair flout over it, crossed-armed. "My daughter is a goddam delight."

"Ra's," Olver shutters. Yes, he looks younger and glowing, but Oliver would never forget that monster's face. He appeared often in his nightmares about the island.

The boy tilted his head. "You know me."

Oliver pulled the string of his bow, training the arrow on the figure; beside him, Gregory had his guns up and ready while Dinah had planted her feet in her preferred combat position. "I never forget a face."

"There is a version of me here," the boy hums, implying so many things that make the three heroes uneasy. "Maybe I wasted time gathering resources when I should have gone looking for the other Fentons."

"What do you mean by that?" Dinah demands, but the boy is already looking away and snapping his fingers.

"Guys! There are other Fentons here!"

Five figures fly up from over a building. Two are glowing, and three are wearing bulky power suits. Oliver's breath catches in his throat. Younger versions of the Demons. The same assisans whose abilities build Ra's empire and are the only ones to control them- the reason he is known as the Demon Head.

"That's great, Danny!" A girl with orange hair cries. She's inside the power suit, and Oliver knows her by her codename. Claw.

"Maybe we can have your dad make us some fudge." A dark-skinned boy licks his lips. He also appropriates a power suit but seems far more decked out for support. Makes sense, seeing as he obviously Scales.

"Let's go. The faster we get home, the faster I can make Vlad by me an island." A glowing teen rolls his eyes. His flaming hair does nothing to take away the fact he is Fang.

"Which way?" the little girl, Talia, asks, making a small circle in the air.

"I saw we find destruction and follow that. It's bound to lead us to them. We can cause chaos on the way." The last girl offers. She points the hand of her supersuit to the west with a nasty grin. It's Shadow. "Can't be worse than the Black Plague incident."

"How was I supposed to know the rats were dangerous!" Ra scoffs, face red in embarrassment. Which would have been amusing if he didn't just admit he caused thousands of lives to end. Oliver really does not like the implications one bit.

"Everyone. Don't you read any history books?"

"I don't need no books to tell me. I was there!"

Oliver thinks they are distracted enough to risk taking a shot. His bowstring snaps into place as his arrow flies towards the closest one. Claw's reaction time is as fast as he remembers because she had already shot the arrow out of the sky before it could go anywhere near Talia. The foam meant to hold her in place burst, covering the six from view.

Gegory's bullets hit it seconds after, burying deep within the hardened foam. The sharpshooter springs to the right, looking for a better target, but it's in vain.

When the foam falls, everyone behind it is gone, and Oliver is reminded that they face ninjas. Gregory lowers his weapon with a frustrated click of his tongue.

What in the world was going on! They were all de-age and somehow powered up. None of this was good.

"We need to call Batman," Dinah says in the silence. "This may be out of our league even with them turned into children."

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Demon Head slightly to the Left #Part 1 #oliver Queen is not having a good day #Danny Dan Dani Jazz Tucker and Sam are in a different dimension #Danny is Ra's #I love Gregory Sanders when I watched Justice Leauge unlimited #I want him back #Morally grey Danny and Co.

[starwrighter]

The first out of three prompts I'm throwing out this month

Featuring my favorite trope of de aging the ghost boy for trauma and angst purposes :D

Okay! So Danny gets captured by the G.I.W or the Fenton's he's experimented on until his body can no longer take it and he retreats back into his core. Since he is still in the G.I.W's/ the Fenton's lab this doesn't exactly help him escape. With Sadistic Joy the G.I.W/ Fenton's start experimenting with Danny's core. They don't manage to break his core fortunately (whether it be because halfa cores are hard to break or the sheer powerhouse that is Danny you decide!)

Danny reforms before they could figure out how to use his core as a weapon and this causes some side effects. Both halves of him were balanced with each other, instincts clicked into place. New organs and features of his body worked perfectly with his newly enhanced human ones. Only problem with this was that he was now a baby. A literal baby like a little under a year old! And worse news he was still in the lab, his memorys blurry and his thinking process babyfied. He didn't know much about the people keeping him captive right now but he knew they hurt him and he wanted out.

The G.I.W/ Fenton's are furious that Danny reformed before they could create the perfect weapon and are now trying to make him retreat back into his core yet again. They do their worst but do to Danny's new balanced forms He. Does. Not. Give. Danny doesn't retreat back into his core he's unable to; his body healing the damage faster than they could deal it. Eventually they decided they'd kill Danny again the same way he died the first time.

They put the now officially 1yo halfa into the portal chamber. He's cuffed and muzzled to keep him from escaping or making any of those ghostly chirps, clicks, and warbles at them. (They think Danny is threatening them but he's just showing distress and calling for an adult to help him)

They quickly turn the portal off and on again with Danny inside but when they look into the chamber there's no Phantom or ghost core.

The portal didn't kill him though. No, it blasted the infant through the infinite realms so fast he clips into a different universe and crashes directly into Bruce Wayne's living room.

The batfam are very startled because they were just having a movie night, they even got Jason to show up! Now they're trying to coax a terrified baby out from under a piece of furniture so they can get the cuffs and muzzle off him.

Everyone's gone from laughing and cringing from embarrassment from the stupid movie made about their vigilante persona's to being concerned, sad, and angry on behalf of their unexpected guest.

Damian leaves the room for a second and returns with a stuffed animal from his room, offering it to the baby. The baby doesn't have the free hands to grab it but crawls out to reach for it. Damian takes the opportunity to scoop the little boy up and removing muzzle and cuffs.

Danny immediately let's out an avalanche of repressed chirps and trills, excited to be free from his chains and happy with the toy he was given. Danny decides the angry child is okay, he didn't know about the bigger people though.

The entire fam has already decided he's theirs now and they're going to destroy whoever had the balls to do something like this to a child.

(Damian would make a great older brother and you can fight me on this! >:(

#dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom crossover #dcxdp #Amity park after the batfam finds Danny: Why do I hear boss music? #Damian after Danny accepted the stuffed animal: I am the favorite sibling; Fear my title! All of you are inferior. #Sorry if this was bad I'm writing this with a minor concussion #I'm fine though. on bed rest for a bit

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ask Game:

8. "Who did this to you." and 24. Showing up at friend/mentors house.

With hurt Danny and any/all of the Bats.

Okay, but holy shit, you have no idea how perfect this one is. I was imagining a scenario with both of these earlier today. This is an alternate version of Bring Me Home where Danny and Tim were online friends from the time they were preteens. The actual fic will not go this way, so I'm so excited to have an excuse to share this version with y'all.

Nonny, I absolutely love you for sending these two in (no romo).

For those who don't follow Bring Me Home. Tim's username was IKnowYourSecrets and Danny often calls him "Secrets." Danny's username was -xXPolarisXx- and Tim will call him "Polaris."

And for everyone, Sam and Tucker ended up with codenames after all their adventures in Amity. Sam is referred to as Regrowth and Tucker as Pharaoh. This will come up later in Bring Me Home, but hasn't yet (mainly bc what I'm writing now takes place before those events).

Word Count: 1.2k

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Danny's vision blurred and he felt himself fall a dozen feet. He clutched his stomach tighter and grit his teeth against the pain.

He was almost there. He could make it.

With the last of his strength, he shot an ectoblast into the sky and fell a few more feet, hitting the roof of a building. He scrapped along the rough surface and the only reason he didn't scream was because he couldn't catch his breath enough to. Everything hurt.

He couldn't even push himself up and so just lay there, trying and failing to catch his breath. Not even when he heard a strange noise and footsteps behind him could he move. He tensed as much as possible.

"Who are you?" asked a man.

Danny just groaned. He hurt. He needed Tim.

The footsteps got closer and Danny opened his eyes. When had he closed them? He saw black boots and skin-tight leggins.

Then the man was kneeling. Blue accents on his chest, a domino over his eyes.

Danny let out a sigh. It tasted of ectoplasm. "Ni-win," he slurred.

"So you know who I am, who are you? What happened? How can I help?"

"R— R'bin. Know me."

"You're looking for Robin?"

His vision was going dark. "R'bin. Yea. Secrets. Friends."

"I'll get Robin here. Can you tell me your name?"

"Polaris. Tell—" Danny coughed weakly and spat out more ectoplasm. "Tell 'im, 'M ready to accept 'is offer."

"I will," promised Nightwing.

The blackness crept in further. Danny could hear Nightwing still talking, but couldn't make out the words. Everything was getting fuzzy. But he was in Gotham. Tim was here. Tim would make it all better. He let go.

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Despite the quiet night, Tim was tense. He couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong. So when Dick's panicked voice came over the comms asking Damian about a secret friend, he was already pulling up Dick's location.

He was on the roof of Tim's civilian apartment building. Which, what?

"I do not have any secret friends," came Damian's reply.

"He's a meta. Caucasian with white hair. He's hurt bad, bleeding everywhere. Lazarus green blood—"

Tim's blood ran cold and he wished he could grapple faster. "Fuck! I'm heading to your location now. He's my friend, not Robin's. Bring him into my apartment. He needs specialized medicines and I've a supply."

"He called himself Polaris. Said he's ready to accept your offer," said Dick.

"Shit. Fuck. Okay. Eta, fifteen minutes."

"I'll get him inside."

"Don't try to treat his injuries," Tim ordered. "Human treatments won't work."

"Understood."

"And..." Tim hesitated, "Did he say how he was injured?"

"No. He passed out before he could."

Tim cursed again, but didn't reply further, despite the way the rest of his family demanded information. If it was the GIW, he'd need to arrange extraction for Sam and Tucker. But if it was Danny's parents... Well, he might just cross a line he swore he'd never cross when he first put on the Robin suit.

Fifteen minutes later, he was sliding the window to his apartment open. Dick had Danny laid out on the floor and was stripping him and pulling away loose bandages, revealing a large Y-shaped incision on his chest.

Dick looked up at him, face grim. Tim didn't let himself pause to look and ran to his bedroom and threw open his closet door. He slid open a hidden compartment revealing a safe and, with shaking fingers, punched in the code. The door swung open and he grabbed the silver-and-green case inside.

He rushed back to Danny's side. "Who did this to you?" he mumbled as he took stock of the injuries.

"Do you have any idea who might've wanted to hurt him?" asked Dick.

"With these wounds, it would be either the GIW or his parents." Tim bit back a hysterical laugh. "Been trying to get him away from them for three years now, but he swore they'd be okay once they realized who he was. Idiot." Tim bit his lip. He couldn't cry right now. He opened the case and pulled out gloves and antiseptic and began cleaning the wounds. "Dick, I need you to contact Superboy, Impulse, and Wonder Girl. Tell them Phantom's hurt bad and Regrowth and Pharaoh may need immediate extraction."

"Okay." Dick was already typing away on his phone. Moments later, it started ringing and Dick answered it on speaker.

Cassie's voice came over, "Red Robin, what's going on?"

"Phantom's been vivisected. He passed out before he could share the culprits. We're at my apartment in Gotham. If it was the GIW..."

"I'm sure Impulse is already there. I need to go home and grab my deflector first, but I'm going to get to Amity as soon as I can. We'll keep you updated."

"Thanks. Phantom's in bad shape. I don't..."

"Rob, you know what to do. We've known this was a risk for three years. You've talked to Frostbite and Regrowth and Phantom about how to best care for traumatic wounds. You're going to make sure he pulls through this."

Tim's eyes burned, but he kept working. Almost done and then he could start with the stitches. "Thanks."

"Anytime, Rob."

The call disconnected and Tim took a shaky breath. Time to start the stitches. They'd come directly from Frostbite and the thread glowed a bright, ectoplasm green.

"Tim," Dick's voice was tight, "Why do you have a case filled with Lazarus water and Lazarus-green supplies?"

"Not Lazarus water." He didn't bother explaining more. He laid the thread along the wounds and willed it to close the wound.

The thread obeyed, breaking into small pieces and sewing the skin together on his own. For the first time since he realized Danny was hurt, he smiled. Ghost medicine definitely made this part easier.

With the major injury taken care of as best as possible, Tim began checking over the rest of Danny. He had a bad burn on his left thigh, new electricity marks on his right shoulder, and his right ankle was either badly sprained or broken.

So he set to cleaning those as best he could. Creams then bandages covered the burns. The splint he laid along the ankle set itself just like the stitches had.

Dick tried to help, but Tim brushed him aside. It'd take too long to explain what had to be done.

Eventually, Dick got up and walked away. He could hear him in the kitchen area messing around in the fridge and reporting the situation over the comms, but he ignored it.

Finally, everything was categorized and bandaged to the best of his abilities. Now, for the final step. He pulled out a syringe shining bright with ectoplasm and stabbed it into a mostly-uninjured area of Danny's thigh.

Danny's back arched off the ground and he gasped, eyes flying open.

Tim leaned over him, "Danny, it's okay. You're safe now. You made it."

"Tim," gasped Danny.

"Yep. You made it. Can you tell me who did this to you?"

Danny closed his eyes and breathed out. "Mom and Dad."

Tim grasped Danny's hand. "Danny..."

Danny squeezed back. He opened his eyes and met Tim's gaze. "Still have that spare room for me?"

"I've had it since the day you died, idiot. Welcome home."

Danny gave a small smile even as tears tracked down his cheeks. "I'm home."

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Okay! That ended up being both longer and shorter than I thought it'd be. Hope you all enjoy. Thanks again for sending the prompt, Nonny! And the rest of you, feel free to keep sending some in. I'm off tomorrow and should be able to fill one or two. Any others I can work on over the course of the week.

For now, it's bedtime.

#dpxdc #ask game #prompt fill #bring me home au #au of an au #my writing #angst #danny fenton #tim drake #injuries #vivisection aftermath

[phantom-dc]

A deal with the Ghost King

First previous next AO3

Duke wasn't sure what was going on. He was about to head back home when he got an message from Dick, calling him to the theathre district. It didn't sound serious, but when Duke found almost the entire family on the roof he grew concerned. 'Hey guys, I'm here. What's going on?' Damian scoffed. 'Dick is being foolish. This is a complete waste of time.' 'Says the one that's been hogging the binoculers, gimme those!' Tim grabbed for the binoculers, making Damian fight for them. Duke was a bit confused. 'Do you guys want to tell me what's going on, or can I head home? Some of us sleep at night, you know.' Cass appeared behind him, startling him: 'Jason's dating.' 'Wait, really? Who?' Duke joined Dick and Stephanie by the roof's edge, hoping to catch a glimpse. He might not talk much with Jason, but he was still curious who would try and date Mr. Dufflebag. Some type of femme fatale maybe? Or maybe someone who was strong? He couldn't imagine someone waltzing up and just asking Jason out. He was very suprised when Jason left the theatre with some twinkish guy.

'So, what did you think? The main actrice really put her everything into her peformance!' Jason had taken Phantom to the theatre after lunch to see a play. 'I loved it! I never liked the book, but this was much better!' Danny had a good time, he had been pleasantly suprised. Jason was suprised. 'Wait, you don't like the book? You could've told me, so we could have gone to a different one.' Danny waved him off. 'It's fine, I didn't want to be rude. Last time I dragged you al across the Astronomy museum, remember? You didn't whine either. Besides, I liked it! Guess reading the book for a grade wasn't helping me enjoy it.' Jadon groaned. 'Reading for a grade. Nothing kills love for books faster!' Danny laughed, admitting one of his rogues was more likely to blame. 'Remind me to tell you about Ghostwriter, now THAT kills love for books!' Jason smiled, and kissed Danny. Suddenly he noticed something above them. It almost looked like... 'Is something wrong?' Danny noticed Jason grew alert. 'Nah, It's nothing. I just noticed the sun had gone down. I... wanted to watch the sunset with you.' Danny smiled at Jason. 'Just like in the play, huh? Never thought the Red Hood was such a romantic!' Jsson grew a bit embarrassed. 'I have an idea!' Danny grabs Jason's hand and pulls him into an alley.

Dick was confused. How could they have lost them! This alley was a dead end, and the whole family (minus Bruce) was here! Damian was pouting. 'If I had been in charge of this operation we wouldn't have lost them!' Duke didn't know how Jason had done this. One second they were here, and gone the next. Even his vision couln't expkain it. Tim, Cass and Stephanie were searching for secret escape routes. It wasn't like they had flown away!

Meanwhile, high above them Danny and Jason flew invisibly, enjoying their own second sunset.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny phantom #batman #danny fenton #jason todd #red hood #dp x dc prompt #ghost king danny #dead on main

[itshype]

Danny’s mother died at birth in the LoA. Is used as a political double for Damian since they where born the same day. Raised a brother but always knowing he’s not a Al Ghul. He knowingly enters a trap so Damian can defeat his opponent. He believes Damian would get him afterwards, Damian tried but is dragged away because their isn’t time. Last thing Danny sees is Damian’s back. Danny survived but leaves the LoA. Damian question if the mission was worth it, if the LoA was worth it. (Meeting years later?)

\o/ I love this so much! I haven't seen anything in this vein before!

Danny's left for dead but escapes after lying in a pool of his own blood for days as everyone (including the bad guys leave). When he finally staggers to his feet, some of his skin is left behind on the floor where it was glued down by dried blood. He runs.

Now, I have seen a fair few LoA!Danny fics where his name is Danyal. But if he's betrayed his position as Damian's double, he'd change his name a lot more than just anglicize it. So, maybe his birth name is Sebastian instead, it means 'revered' and he could have been given it as a nod to the honour of his role and the fact that he's allowed to spend so much time with the Al Ghul's in person. He changes it to Daniel himself.

Little Danny - who would be injured if Damian was so that their scars would always match - having a panic attack as he stitched himself up and knowing it would deeply scar. Little Danny who had lived as another person's shadow learning his own wants for the first time.

Danny is then adopted by the Fenton's after they see him fight. They sort of have a plan where after ghosts are proved to be real, they can used the skills of this clearly trained child to fight them. So, his training is maintained and added to over the years.

Better trained Phantom -> faster fights -> less property damage -> better PR -> GIW doesn't form as fast as in canon.

The angst option here is for Danny to be in Gotham to visit Jazz (if she's there for college or as a psychologist at Arkham). Damian recognises him and approaches, overjoyed that his first adopted brother has survived.

Danny has no idea that Damian shunned the league not long after his own death. He never really followed news that wasn't directly relevant to him, especially since becoming a ghost vigilante.

All Danny sees is Damian running full-tilt at him and he attacks to delay Damian and then bolts, I reckon.

The issue here, is that it isn't the first time Damian has been attacked by an artificially aged clone. There was The Fatherless and most recently: Respawn.

To make doubles of him is one thing, but to make doubles of Sebastian? The sweet boy who would be lashed after Damian despite breaking no rules? The one who died so Damian could prove himself in an incident he'd nearly blocked out all the details of for years due to trauma.

Damian is going to call his mother, roast her to filth, then he and his real family are going hunting.

#dc x dp #dp x dc #danny fenton #danny phantom #damian wayne #league of assassins #asks #dcxdp asks #mine #notfic

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Talia raises the ghost prince???

Talia was in mourning though she hid it well, she lost her son to the gothem knight, bruce. She knew it was what is best for damian but still she couldn't help but want her son back by her side.

Father wanted there to be guards around the Lazarus pit incase one of the gothem knights sought it out. It was ridiculous they had no interest in the pitts, but father was stubborn.

During one of her guarding changes, she couldnt help but think if this is the life damian would lead if he continued in the league of assasins, the though brought her pain, she didnt want that for her son.

While her thought clouded her mind briefly the thought were not enough to distract her from the Lazarus pit GLOWING that itself was cause for concern but then somethig CAME OUT OF THE PIT.

It was what looked like a todler, he had black and white hair mixed in an odd way, one eye was Lazarus green while the other a cold blue. He was in a plain white shirt with a green circle in the middle with black pants with blue stars, he was hilding a stuffed green dog, and had a flaming crown on above his head.

One of the guards got out of their shock first and stupidly decided to attack the child. Talia tried to stop him before he got close to the child that had a resemblance to her son.

Before talia could get to the child sitting on the pit, the Lazarus pit ITSELF interfeared, it shot out tenderals and wrapped around the stupid guard, the Lazarus pit squeezed the guard you could hear his bones snap, that it pulled the guard still screaming under the surfaces.

They'd never seen the Lazarus pit react to anything let alone something this extreme so talia was quick to tell one of the guards to get father immediately and tell him it has do with the Lazarus pit.

When she turned again she saw heard the child make a noise she didnt comprehend, that sounded like a whisper but was so loud and felt like drowning but lighter. Then the Lazarus pit MADE THE SAME SOUND!!!

The child seemed to understand what that ment. Then tenderals rose put of the pitt and looked like it'd wrap around the child but instead it pulled slowly away, the child chased it with a smile, this continued while they all came to the realisation that the pit was PLAYING with the child.

They all watched the child and pit play, until father, Ra al ghoul, enter the room. The pit seemed to pause before glowing once. Farther appeared shocked at what he walked in on but seemed to get put of it faster than they were. He approached the pit, and at first it didnt react. Then he must have goten too close bacause the pitt wrapped the tenderals around the child and pulled him back while the others went upfront of farther as a warning.

Father stopped and took a step back.

Then he sat down and asked the child.

"What are you doing here? How did you get here? What are you doing to the Lazarus pit!? And how are you doing it?"

The child poked its head away from the tenderals and looked at father. He looked to the pit and back at father before he said in the voice of a child.

" hi! I'm danny, and Lazarus it taking care of me!"

He looked back at father like that answered all the question in the world. The child, now called danny, and farther started to talk, though danny avoided answering the important questions. At some point talia sat down and started to talk with danny too.

Than another idiot guard thought trying to take danny away from the pit was a good idea. Without telling anyone what he was doing. The same fate as the first idiot guard happened again. This time father was there to witness it and was intrigued, he asked where they went, but the Lazarus pit seemed to have enough.

The pitt picked up danny gently before submerging danny in the water and returning to the previous state.

Father and talia talked about what danny could mean and what the Lazarus pit really was.

In the end it was decided that they would try to befriend danny and get answers out of him.

After the time with danny talia thought back to raising damian, how he never had that look of excitement and wonder, and decided that if she did see danny again, maybe she could have a son at her side.

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #dc x dp #danny fenton #dp x dc #talia al ghul #ra al ghul #lazarus pit #young danny #ghost prince danny

[disillusioneddanny]

Eloped in Space Part Four

Dick Grayson had never felt so utterly betrayed in his entire life. Bruce? Married? And he didn’t even tell Dick? He wasn’t even invited to the wedding! How could his adoptive father do this to him? And that had to be a typo, maybe the twink was 20 but–what was better? His father marrying someone who was 200 hundred years old or someone who was 20 years old? He had kids older than 20! It would be so fucking weird for Bruce to marry someone so young. 

It was also, unfortunately, something he could one hundred percent see his father doing. Regardless, the vigilante had made the trip from Bludhaven to see the twink and see what the actual fuck was wrong with Bruce. 

“What do you think is going on?” Jason asked, falling into step with his older brother as they started towards the manor door. 

“No clue. I’m more confused than anything,” Dick admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. Jason frowned but nodded in agreement. Alfred opened the door for them, his face pale white.

“Alfie? Are you okay?” Jason asked, brow furrowed. 

“Apologies, Master Jason. I think that I may still be in shock,” he murmured, stepping back to let the boys in. “Everyone is in the sitting room already.”

“So, he’s actually married?” Dick asked, eyebrows shot up to his hairline. 

Alfred nodded. “Yes, Master Daniel is quite an interesting being, I must say. But, I have never seen Master Bruce as happy as he is right now. Not even when he was a child, it’s odd.”

“Daniel?” Jason asked. 

“He prefers to go by Danny,” Steph said, coming out of the sitting room, a wide grin on her face. “He’s amazing and I love him so much. Damian has stabbed him at least five times and Danny hasn’t even blinked!”

“What?”

“I think it’s a game now. He keeps speaking to Danny in different languages and is getting angrier and angrier every time Danny responds. Honestly, this is the best thing Bruce has ever done.”

Dick and Jason shared a confused look before following the girl into the sitting room where the rest of their family was waiting. On a large couch sat Bruce and a young man who looked no older than 25 sat together, Bruce had his arm wrapped around the man’s waist, a fond smile on his face. Danny was currently waving his arms wildly as he told a story to his captive audience. 

“Anyway, and that was the day I learned that I am faster than the Flash and I just think that this is impressive,” Danny said with a grin. Bruce just let out a fond chuckle before he glanced up at the brothers. 

“Darling,” he murmured, tugging on his ear lightly. “Everyone is here now.”

Danny looked away from the bats and grinned at Dick and Jason. He quickly stood and bound towards the brothers. “Richard! Jason!” He exclaimed before he stopped in his steps. “Oh Moonbeam, you’re right. Jason is very contaminated, we’ll have to fix that,” he said before his eyes flashed a familiar Lazarus green. Jason immediately took a step back from the man and shot Bruce a startled look. 

“What the fuck? You talked about us to some stranger?”

Danny pouted. “No, he barely said anything except the bare bones explantations. But, I do know that you reek of contaminated ectoplasm which makes sense if you took a dip in what my Starlight calls Lazarus Waters,” Danny said, tilting his head to the side as he observed the vigilante with those frightening green eyes. “Anywho, Richard Grayson, also goes by Dick, detective by day Nightwing by night. Avid lover of puns and former gymnast. It’s nice to meet you,” he said with a small smile, two little fangs sticking past his lip. He then looked at Jason. “Jason Todd-Wayne. Died and came back to life, former crime lord, current Red Hood. Interesting fascination with guns that has Bruce slightly concerned. It’s nice to meet you both, I’m Bruce’s husband, Danny. You guys can call me Danny or if you feel so inclined, call me Dad. I don’t care,” he said with a grin before he pulled the two into tight hugs.

He skipped back to Bruce and slipped his hand back into his husbands and leaned in close. Bruce just gave the man a dazzling smile before he looked at his children and pseudo children. “I know that you all must have a lot of questions. This is a rather big change, so Danny and I will do our best to answer them to the best of our ability.”

“How did you meet Danny?” Steph asked, practically frothing at the mouth at the couple. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She had never seen Bruce so happy, so soft! He was like a different person. 

Danny smiled and shrugged. “I needed some help investigating some pools of ectoplasmic waste that had made it into these realms and Bruce was apparently the only Justice Leaguer who was insanely knowledgeable on them. He kept calling them Lazarus Waters though and I was so confused,” he said with a laugh. 

“Wait-what did you want with the waters?” Jason asked, brow furrowed. 

At this Danny’s smile widened even further, looking just a little less human. He looked at Bruce. “Should I show them?”

The man shrugged his shoulders. “Darling, our family is made up of detectives. If you don’t, they’ll just start investigating you,” he said with a mirthful smile. 

Danny nodded and two large rings of light surrounded Danny before he shifted into a new form. Gone was the gangly twenty something year old and his place sat a large, looming being. Danny’s hair turned stark white, his fangs elongated, eyes shone Lazarus green. He was the definition of eldritch horror with his too long claws and green skin. He was a nightmare. 

“Holy fuck,” Jason whispered, eyes landing on the crown with blue flames that licked up in the air. His knees nearly buckled beneath him as he stared at the being, something in his very soul telling him to bow. It took everything in his being to not do so. 

“This is High King Phantom, king of the Infinite Realms and ruler of the dead,” Bruce said with a smug smile. “And my husband.”

“Danny, you’re too bright,” Duke whined, covering his eyes from the bright green glow that emitted from Danny’s form. Danny let out a squeak of surprise and swiftly shifted back into his human form and ran over to Duke. 

“Oh! I’m so sorry, I’ll try not to do that again, I can’t promise anything but I’ll figure out a way to turn down the brightness!” He exclaimed, hands hovering over Duke as though he didn’t know what to do. 

Duke gave him an awkward smile. “It’s okay, really,” he said. “I’ll just make sure to wear sunglasses or something next time.”

Danny grinned and nodded before patting Duke’s head and sat next to Bruce once more. “Anyway, as the High King, my job is to investigate any and all issues that have to do with the Infinite Realms. One of those realms is the Ghost Zone where there is this substance called ectoplasm. It’s supposed to look like this,” he said before letting the ectoplasm pool in his hand. “It’s what flows in my veins as well as most ecto-entities. It’s not supposed to exist in this universe. When I learned of the Lazarus Waters and realized that they were giant pools of contaminated ectoplasm I realized that I needed to shut it down and fast. I knew that this dimension had the Justice League as like earth’s mightiest heroes or something like that so I went to them to learn about what they knew of the waters. So with the help of Bruce, we went on a mission to get rid of them completely.”

“The Lazarus Waters are gone?” Damian blurted out, surprise etched into his face. 

Danny smiled. “No one is allowed immortality without permission from me. Not only that, but that is not how ectoplasm is meant to be used,” he said with a shrug. “So yes, they’re gone.”

“How did Ra’s react?” Tim asked with a frown. Danny frowned and looked to Bruce in confusion. 

The vigilante chuckled. “He was beyond livid. Tried to kill Danny and even attempted to use some spell to force Danny into his slave,” he said. 

“Oh! Stinky guy? Yeah, he’s dead,” Danny said with a grin. “Dead and in Walker’s prison for the rest of eternity.”

“What happened to Bruce’s no killing rule?” Dick asked, frowning. 

At this Bruce’s face fell, turning into an annoyed scowl. “Trust me,” Danny said with a laugh. “We had a very long talk afterwards that killing is bad and then I told him that as the king of the dead I can decide who enters my realm whenever I want. I’m what you humans call a God,” he said with a sharp grin. “As much as I love my sweet Sunbeam, he cannot stop me from deciding who lives and who dies.”

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[samgirl98]

Cain and Abel Wept 12/?

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Kudos to everyone who guessed right on who had gone to, ahem, visit the Fentons. Enjoy!

Dick never saw the attack coming, but he sure felt it. He didn’t even have time to get his escrima sticks when he felt a staff hitting his knees and sweeping him off his feet. He fell from the roof, and only years of experience had him rolling and landing on his feet instead of his face.

Dick got up into a defensive position only to come face-to-face with Jazz Fenton twirling a white staff with green accents. He didn’t even have a chance to blink before she attacked again. Only his well-honed instincts had him drawing his escrima sticks and stopping the staff.

“Wait, it’s me, Nightwing. I’m here to make sure everything is fine.”

A chill ran down Dick’s spine at Jazz’s cold stare, “Funny; I don’t remember any of us calling you for help or asking you to come over.”

Dick blinked, and the next thing he knew, he was staring at the night sky. Jazz’s face soon replaced it.

“Ever heard of boundaries, Nightwing? I understand you feel a need to take care of your family but focus on your family if you want to fulfill your elder daughter syndrome and leave me and my family alone.”

 “What,” he asked, confused.

Jazz looked at him thoughtfully while twirling her staff.

“Does Batman know you’re here? Does Damian? Or did you decide to make an executive decision to come spy on us by yourself?”

“I’m not spying,” he said defensively.

“Lurking, then,” Jazz replied impatiently.

Dick felt angry, “I’m not lurking, either.”

“Touched a nerve, did we? Well, I’m just calling it how I see it, dick.”

“No names on the field,” he said automatically. Jazz raised an eyebrow.

“I’m sorry I gave you the impression I was saying your name, dick.”

This time, the emphasis on the word told him precisely what she meant. Jazz put the end of her staff under Dick’s chin before he could move.

“I’ll ask you one more time, what are you doing here?”

“I already told you; I wanted to make sure you guys were all right. It’s not my fault you decided to attack without provocation.”

Dick flinched as the staff hit the ground right by his face; the bits of rocks left a little cut on his cheek.

“Stop lying. Did Damian send you?”

“What? No,” Dick didn’t want the progress Damian had made with Danny to go down the drain just because Dick couldn’t contain his curiosity.

Jazz let Dick get up, but before he could put the escrima sticks away (which were only still in his hands due to experience and nothing else), she attacked.

“Where I come from,” she said casually, “we tend to greet each other through sparring. So then, Nightwing, show me what you got.”

“Wait, I don’t want to fight!”

“Really, well, you said you were here to make sure we were fine. If you can’t beat me, then there was no point in you coming here, now, is there?”

Dick dodged a hit to the face just to get hit on his right shoulder. Even though he didn’t want to fight, he knew Jazz would keep attacking, so he went on the offensive. He feinted with a hit to her stomach with his left escrima stick but then went to hit her arm with the right one; she saw right through it.

They went apart, circling each other, looking for an opening. Jazz’s eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

She attacked again, but without the staff. She threw a punch at his face, but he saw that she was going for his leg. He backflipped away. Somehow, Jazz knew what he would do because just as he landed on his feet, she was behind him, getting him by the shoulder she had hit him on earlier, and judo flipped him onto his back.

“How are you so fast,” he asked breathlessly as he got up again. She didn’t answer and continued the attack, not letting him catch his breath.

“Ghosts don’t need to breathe. They’re faster than humans, and if you stop to think and don’t react, you can end up being thrown through a wall,” Jazz explained calmly before attacking again.

This time she went for a kick to his gut which he could stop; he couldn’t stop the staff from hitting his leg. Then it hit his inner thigh (a little too close to the groin area for comfort.) He was able to punch her on her shoulder and then sweep her off her feet, but as she went down, she hooked her leg around his and brought him down with her.

He didn’t have time to process what had happened before she was back on her feet and ready to strike him. Dick got her staff and threw it away, leaving her weaponless. Jazz punched his nose and then his solar plexus. He coughed hard but could once again sweep her off her feet before putting his left foot on her stomach. Jazz didn’t seem to think but got his foot and twisted it hard.

“Aww,” he got his foot off her, and she got up. She still wasn’t breathing hard. What was she made of?

“Still think we need protection? Just so you know, of the four of us, I’m the least skilled. My mom is a ninth-degree black belt that can kick any human’s or ghost’s ass. My dad is a tank that can literally Kool-Aid man his way through any wall, and Danny is the literal Ghost King, almost a god.”

“So, don’t insult my intelligence and tell me why you’re really here, or there’s gonna be a round two. And unlike you, I have no problem hurting you.”

Dick thought about it for a second; he had been holding back, and he doubted he’d be able to go all out on her for fear of hurting her. Jazz didn’t have the same reservations.

“I suggest you do what she wants, dude, before she comes out with her Xena impression and takes out the nine-of-tail whip,” a voice said out of nowhere.

Jazz scowled, “Danny, don’t use your powers unless you have to.”

Danny appeared in front of the two of them, eating popcorn, of all things.

“You should be asleep.”

“Come on, Jazz; it’s not every day I get to see you beat the crap out of a hero.”

“She didn’t beat the crap out of me,” Dick defended himself.

Danny turned to him, “It was close. Besides, you’re the one with a bleeding nose, busted lip, and limping while she seems fine.”

Dick frowned as he wiped his face. It was sticky. Okay, so she had gotten a few lucky shots, but still, she didn’t beat the crap out of him.

“So, then, why are you here? And I suggest you answer, or I call Dami right now.”

Dick’s eyes widened a bit before he began talking, “I wanted to meet you, one on one, but had no idea how to. Damian seemed a bit out of it when he returned home today. He didn’t even want to patrol. I wanted to know what you told him.”

Danny raised an eyebrow, “If Dami wanted you to know what we talked about, he would’ve told you. I suggest you take your cue from him and don’t disturb us again. You’re already on the short end of the list with me. I don’t appreciate people who don’t respect my boundaries.”

Danny turned around and walked back into the house.

“Oh, and I suggest you tell Damian you came here without telling him before I do. I’ll give you until tomorrow.”

He disappeared into the house.

Jazz put away her staff (somehow shrinking it) before walking away from him.

“If you ever want a rematch, call me before you come here,” she walked toward the door before turning back, “Oh, and tell, Tim, was it? Tell Tim to stop trying to spy on us with his bugs. We know how to find them and destroy them. You guys really need to learn how to respect other people’s decisions.”

She followed Danny into the house, leaving Dick alone.

Fuck, Damian was going to kill him.

____

Tim finally had time to go through the security footage from the bugs he had planted in the safe house. It’s not that he didn’t trust Bruce’s judgment. It’s just that Tim liked to do his own research.

As his laptop was booting up, he thought back to Damian.

The demon brat had been strangely quiet and solemn when he had returned. He was cranky, as usual, but his insults lacked their usual bite. Tim wanted to know what Danny had told him.

Damian may be a demon in a kid’s clothing, but he was still his younger brother, and Tim had no idea how to help his emotionally constipated sibling. (Tim was unaware he was also in the same boat as Damian regarding emotions.)

What worried Tim the most was when Damian refused to go on patrol with them, leaving Red Robin with an unusually high-energized Red Hood.

(Jason also refused to tell him what had happened during the two siblings' meetings.)

And dammit, Tim was curious. He wanted, no, needed to know what had happened.

(He was about to regret it.)

When his laptop was fully booted up, he opened the first file.

(Mistake.)

Tim could’ve done it on the Bat Computer, but Bruce had forbidden them from spying monitoring on the Fentons.

When the first file opened up, an error message popped up.

“What the hell?”

Tim used a code he had invented to get over the error message and tried to get to the juicy bits.

(His second mistake.)

Suddenly flashing lights and loud noises started sounding through the earphones. He took them off quickly but could hear a loud voice saying: ‘Error, error, too fine Pharoah says turn back, error, error.’

Instead of listening to the warning, Tim decided to push through it. He needed those files. What were the Fentons hiding?

Tim used a virus of his own meant to destroy other viruses when another warning flashed through.

‘Error, error, too fine Pharoah virus has been activated. T-minus ten seconds remain before the computer self-destructs. Nine, eight, seven…’

Tim tried to turn off the laptop to save it, but it was useless. The laptop’s screen went blank before it made a mini-explosion.

Fuck, how was he going to explain this?

____

Danny texted Bruce. He had told Dick he would give him a chance to tell Damian the truth but never said he wouldn’t tell their Batdad. It wasn’t fair, and they deserved their privacy.

He got a message right away:

BRUCE: Thank you for letting me know, Danny. I will fix this right away.

ME: Thank you. I hope this gets resolved soon. I don’t like having my haunt disrespected, even if it is a temporary one.

BRUCE: No, I understand. I will talk to the boys and the rest of the family. I will make sure this doesn’t happen again. Please don’t hold this against Damian.

ME: I don’t. I’ll talk to you both soon.

Danny put away his phone and grinned. He kinda wished he could be there to see the fallout of Dick’s and Tim’s invasion of privacy.

Danny’s grin grew a bit inhuman at the thought, and he went to sleep with it decorating his face.

So fun fact, I was going to put the Tim part next chapter, but it fits so well here that I just had to. Now up to you lovelies; should I write Bruce scolding the kids, or should that just be implied. I ask because this was absolutely indulgent on my part and I don't want to deviate too much from the plot. However, I think it would be funny. Let me know

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[savysavannah]

Challenge 1 part 2

The fact that I /haven’t/ partied and just listed other strategies that /weren’t/ partying proves that I’m going to be unreliable?

No. What I'm saying is that you haven't been out of school for long enough to know if you're going to lean on that again and you aren't at the same level of pressure, and your uncertainty over what you're going to do, since I'll bring up your word choice of "perhaps" makes me nervous about your future ability to succeed.

*flatly* The “perhaps” was sarcastic, pointing out things I’d already said.

You shouldnt use sarcasm during a serious discussion, it's confusing. *huffs and goes to get her heels*

*he sighs through his nose* Apologies. *he watches her for a moment, then asks with a message noted tone* Let me walk you back to the palace?

*less annoyed

No thanks. I am quite capable of walking on my own and you've got baskets to attend to.

I was heading in soon anyway. *he shrugs*

*sucks in a breathe because it means she cant run away on her own now and slips on her shoes then fixes her pants* Alright since you're walking the same way anyways.

*he nods, waiting for her to have her shoes on before starting to walk, making sure to walk at a pace she can keep up with*

*she looks at the ground. Shes embarassed and mad and doesn't quite know what to say*

*after a moment savy finally breaks the silence and stops walking to face him* Look- I'm sorry I was harsh and critical of you. *pauses* It wasn't fair of me to do. I was curious and am a good people reader so I asked, work makes me critical of what people say so I had to attack and digest what you said. It was impolite and rude of me to do and I'm sorry for any offense I've given.

It’s okay. *he gives her a small smile, then looks away* I get it. I’d be doubtful of my abilities too, if I saw what everyone else in this country sees, through the media. But... knowing that the fate of an entire nation, and millions of lives, is going to lie in your hands in the near future is terrifying, and I just wanted to... I don’t know, be a teenager for a few years. *he shrugs* I knew it would be over quickly, anyway.

You mentioned it earlier and I thought it made sense. When you said it was just a lot of pressure from a young age, it kinda clicked to me that you were once- and still kind of are, also a kid. We get terrified too, you're scared to have our nation and lives in your hands, but we're equally scared of them being out of our control. It's easy for us to turn that fear into anger and hypercritisim of a kid. That isn't right. *pauses for a moment* I'm sorry for that too.

*he shakes his head, giving her a small smile* You don’t have to apologize for that. It’s not like my actions or the national response to them are your fault.

No but being part of that response is something I can apologize for. I have had many discussions over the bleakness of our future under your reign, and talking about someone behind their back, even a public figure, still warrents an apology.

*he chuckles a little wryly, shaking his head again* People should be talking about politics, and keeping themselves informed on their leaders and their decisions, and forming their own opinions. And if it’s any consolation, being in the public eye is something I’m used to dealing with, at this point. It’s just another part of life *he shrugs*

*chuckles* and you haven't punched someone yet as far as I know. *blushes* not that I punched someone. *sighs because now he needs context* I was at a sushi bar when the selected were announced with my brothers, long story short I got surprised that I was in and cried outside the sushi place, passerbyer had a camera and wouldn't leave me alone. My older brother Danny punched him. So at in a positive light you've managed it better than that.

*he chuckles* I thought you meant that you had punched someone, and I was almost going to ask if the poor guy had lived to tell the tale

*chuckles too* No I have punched someone before though. *thinks* two people before. One was when I- three people actually. *think* that's really it though. But anyways, One was when I was in like elementary school. Bully on the playground. Another was in high school, asshole creep. Third was in undergrad, another asshole creep. And those are excluding my brothers because who knows how many times I've had to square up with them.

*he grins a little wider at that* How many brothers do you have?

Ughs three. And get this their names are Danny, Daniel, and Dan. My fathers name is Daniel. Anyways, they're all older than me so they've always done stupid shit in the name of "protecting me" such as threatening exs and any guy who I've been friends with.

*he chuckles a little at that, and his eyes widen a little when she mentions the names* Should i be nervous, then? Am I going to wake up one day during the selection and find them all lined up in my doorway?

Oh it's very possible. Though, Danny seemed hopeful that this would be something good for me so he may be able to hold them back. He's probably the most responsible of us, also the oldest.

*he raises his eyebrows* Ah, I see. Are you all in law too?

*laughs* No the other two are total morons. My dad runs a sports analytics company, they all work for the company. I was planning on it too before law. Not entirely sure what they do in it though. Danny's much higher up though and seems to actually like the work. Dan just likes the benefits finacial and other. Daniel just kinda does it because he had family to get in.

*he smiles a little* Hey, sports analytics is pretty cool. The way the statistics work, to calculate which team is likely to win the next year, and all that. *he waves a hand through the air* I always thought it was interesting.

I do not at all. I think it's really boring and a waste of time but if they're happy being nerds they can do that. My dad meet my mom through it though, and Dan his wife so I guess it's good for that though.

*he laughs a little, joking* Dang, maybe I should just call off the selection, and go take a summer internship in sports analytics instead

Apperantly it's really easy, just gotta flirt a little with one of the cheerleaders at a game, boom you're in wife found.

*he raises his brows* Really? That simple? *he shakes his head, still joking* We’ve been going about this all wrong for generations now

Absolutely! Though then the choices would be limited to twos, but nonetheless, would probably be faster

*he frowns* That would leave too many incredibly smart and capable women out of the mix, which isn’t fair. *joking* I guess that’s why we have a selection instead of just going into sports analytics, after all

Mhm. The one and only reason for it.

You know, I did mention when I proposed the idea of a selection that I thought it would be good to get the perspectives of people from different walks of life all over the country. *he shrugs*

Its a good reason. Other perspectives can be very inspiring, I was even just speaking with another selected the otherday and got a new idea for a program within the ICLU. Easy inspiration in just speaking with others

*he has a small smile* I’m glad you think so.

*nods* I don't think I said thank you. Thank you for the help with my heel. I'm somehow still not the best at them despite having worn them for years, just don't have the instinct to not walk in gravel while wearing them. *chuckles* here's hoping survival of the fittess doesn't knock me down.

*he chuckles and shakes his head* Anytime *they’re getting closer to the palace now, and once they get there, he holds the door open for her, joking* Maybe next time I’ll even sweep you off your feet

*kinda snorts then blushes FURIOUSLY becauze she snorted* Thank you for the door, the pick up line not so much.

*he pretends to be offended* But the manners and the jokes are a package deal.

*does a joking dramatic cringe* Oof, you may have more problems finding a wife than previosuly thought then.

*he laughs* I sure hope not. *he stops, inclining his head towards a hallway to the side* Ive got to head this way, but it was great seeing you, savannah

*curtseys* A pleasure, *pauses* Damian.

*he smiles* Likewise. *he takes a few steps backwards down the hallway, then turns around and starts walking away*

*nods and goes the other way*

[dcxdpdabbles]

I've been thinking about a pit assumed mermaid Danny so long. Like the GIW gets their hands on Danny and Danny ends up running away after being dissected and lands right into one of the Lazarus pits not the one that the league of assassin has and he ends up finding out that all of the pits are connected to each other so he uses them to like you know travel around and not be stuck in one place while healing. Damien standing by the pits without being supervised though something down there like just a child being curious he been here is a grumbling thank you. After a while Damien and Danny just get a big brother little sibling relationship and Damian when he leaves to go to his dad is like I promise to come back to save you Free you from the Lazarus pits. Couple years later after Damien established himself as Robin and a barrel agent with his family Damien's always been talking about going back and saving his friend Danny and the rest of the Batfamily is just convinced that Danny's like I'm imaginary friend. So when Damien gets kidnapped by the League of assassins and they're all getting ready to go back home Damian just walked up to the Lazarus pits and goes Daddy I'm here to save you you can come out now then it starts rumbling and outcomes this giant electric glowing green eyes mermaid being like Oh Damian you came back. Sorry for the rambling it's just that I really been thinking about this idea also I love your works.

"Robin! Where are you going!?"

Damian ignores Richard's call. He knows they should be running to the exit where Drake or Todd should fly around with the escape helicopter. He also knows they don't have time to make detours because if they missed that window of escape, the League would not allow them a second chance.

Damian knows. But this is the closest he's gotten to Danny since he was sent away. Now that he knows better, now that he is aware of just how horrible Grandfather and his lot really were, he couldn't just leave his friend here.

Every day that passed, Danny was at risk of being discovered, and who knew what the League of Assassins would want to do to him?

He needed to get him out.

Tonight, Danny was coming to Gotham with him, one way or another.

"Robin, we don't have time for this!"

"I know! I know, but I can't just leave him!" he shouted back, breaking into a sprint down familiar hallways. He dodged a sword swing, tucking and rolling between the legs of an assassin. He twists mid-landing to throw in a Scorpio kick to the head.

He only waits long enough to hear the man grunt. Damian is running away even before the thump of the body hits the ground. He's so close.

"Robin! Nightwing! We're fighting them off, but we can't hold the position for long," Drake shouts into the com that Richard had given him. "We need to do the extraction in two minutes or we're all going to be trapped here!"

He wants to shout at them but can't waste even a second. Damian forces himself to push faster and ignore the burn in his legs as he rounds down the last hallway, attacking the special guards at the gate of the pits.

Unlike the rest of the castle, these two are some of the best the league offers. Damian struggles to find an opening between them and their teamwork. He can also feel the time ticking away with each punch, swing, dodge, and heart-pounding killing blow that nearly lands on his person.

Just a little further. He thinks, panting as he blocks sword after sword, hissing in pain every time one of them manages to make small cuts through his defense. I just have to get a little further!

Bang! Bang!

The two bullets fly, breaking the guard's knees and pinning him down in a sword stalemate. Damian has a moment to thank the heavens that Todd and Richard appeared not even a second later—fighting away the two remaining guards. He watches them fight for a moment, trying to catch his breath.

One minute! Drake hisses, the sounds of gunfire and the wind of the helicopters' wind nearly drowning his voice.

Damian glances at the door, and then his brothers fight, and he makes his decision. He rushes to the door, kicks it open, and sprints down the pathway into the cave. He hears the battle pick up speed behind him, along with Todd's outraged cry of his name, but he does not slow down until the slight green glow comes into view.

"Danny!" he shouts, hoping his voice's sound waves can travel through the green liquid to what is hidden below. "I've come to rescue you!"

Are you kidding me? Todd yells in the coms. We're risking everything while being outnumbered and outgunned so Demon Brat can get his imaginary best friend!?

Damin tushes to the pit, leaning over, trying to spot the mermaid in the glowing water. He splashes the surfaces in the same way he used as a child, when calling for the creature, face darkening at the causation meanwhile. "He is not imaginary! Danny is real!"

Robin, we don't have time for this! Richard screams. We have to go! Now!

"In a minute!" Damian splashes the water more urgently. He could stick his head in, but he was healthy right now, minus the few cuts, and he could not afford to lose his head mid-escape.

We don't have a minute! Drake cries. A worrisome beeping noise accompanies his words. A loud boom is heard along with Drake's screech. I've been hit! I'm going down!

No!

"Danny, please! I need you!"

A small head of pure white hair peaks up from the water, gentle green eyes staring at him. The glowing green hides the rest of his face since the creature did not go further than his nose about the water, but Damian can tell he's smiling.

"Hello, little one."

Damian allows himself one moment of relief before the world starts to shake, and Danny leaves the Lazarus Pits for the first time in fourteen years. He rises out of the water, long, glowing angle fish tail darkening into shadows as his form shifts into a thing of nightmares.

Damian smiles up at him. "Hello, brother. Can you help my other brothers and me escape? "

Danny doesn't even have to consider the request already growing bigger and bigger until Damian is no bigger than his thumb. He then moves grabbing Damian in his ice-cold grasp.

Danny flies through the walls and picks up Ricard and Todd before they go up and out through solid stone. Damian closes his eyes, pressing against Danny's body to protect himself from whiplash and the strong wind.

Danny is insanely fast, which he proves by diving for the falling aircraft and not only catching up to it but also managing to lift it out of the sky. He angles his hand against the doorway, shaking his palm so Damian, Ricahrd, and Todd all tumble out of the gaint being hand into the safety of the chopper.

Danny then swings his massive body towards the horizon, ignoring the Leauge's attempts to capture him. The island is out of sight in seconds, and Damian can breathe a little easier, even though he is pressed against the wall with his screaming siblings.

Danny is going a little too fast in his escape.

"What's happening!?" Drake cries and checks to wiggle back a little from how fast they traveled.

"I invited Danny to live with us!"

"You did what!?"

#dcxdpdabbles #dcxdp crossover #Pit's Merman #Danny hurt himself so his body shift into a mermaid to hell #He was chilling in the pits underground tunnels #He has a mind link with Damian due to how often the boy was thrown in there #Danny could have left whenever he just choose not too #Dick jason and Tim are not impressed

[selcouthrp]

Fallz

Olly & Carson Rhodes 

“You know,” Olly stated, setting down one final glass on the table. “Soft as this going to make me sound, I do kind of miss Carson.” He had been happy to hear that she agreed on coming back to his apartment for Christmas. Up until this year, it was a given that they spent the holiday together. And, so far, she hadn’t brought anyone but a friend named Melody over. Olly still wasn’t one-hundred percent certain of Roman and his sister being together, but he was beginning to warm up to him. Part of it was protectiveness. The last time he’d seen her so in love, it ended in complete tragedy. Last week had been the anniversary of her abortion almost five years ago. She called him and when he answered, silence greeted him for almost ten minutes before she finally murmured the name. Even though she had no earthly idea what it really was, Carson convinced herself the baby had been a boy and she would have named him Ethan. Olly wished she had come over, he could tell she was alone in the apartment or she wouldn’t have ever called him. Roman still didn’t know. While he kept telling his little sister she wasn’t obligated to tell him, Carson insisted that she would some time. He understood that it was hard for her. In all honesty, he hoped she never got past the lump in her throat and Roman never knew.

He shifted a plate so the design on it matched with the others and looked up at Noah. “Speaking of, they should be here soon but not too soon.” Olly stepped around the table and grabbed her waist. He pressed his lips below her jaw and smiled against the skin. “Merry Christmas, Miss. Future Mayor.” Pulling a chain out of his back pocket, he opened Noah’s hand and dropped it in her palm so she could feel it. “I’ve always said I’ll be your eyes forever.” The eye was brown, like his own, but had an ‘N’ engraved on the flat gold disk for her name. It had been hidden away in his dresser for nearly a month. Olly was worried he wouldn’t even be able to wait until Christmas to give it to her.

 Carson looked up through the window to Olly’s apartment as her and Roman sat in the car. She thought she could see him and Noah in the kitchen, so she put her hand on Roman’s thigh before he unlocked the doors. “Let’s give them a minute,” she said. Maybe it was just sibling intuition, but she knew if they walked in right now, it’d be interrupting something. Besides, Carson still had her own present to give. Before then, she hadn’t decided on whether to give it to Roman before or after the small get together at Olly’s. Seeing as they had to wait anyway, she decided not waiting was even better. “Okay, so, this seems like a good time,” she said, turning towards him. Carson clapped her hands together in front of her face and smiled. “I have a Christmas present for you.” It was a complete guess as to whether he would like it or not, but Carson figured something Olly wouldn’t have wanted would make Roman extremely happy. They weren’t alike at all, really, especially in terms of style. She’d earned much more cash over the last few months since going back to modeling and design. While she’d purchased some rather pricey items for herself, a certain watch caught her eye the week before. It was the same day as Ethan’s anniversary and part of Carson felt especially inclined to pick it up. She held the watch between her hands so Roman couldn’t see it and took a deep breath. As she opened her hands to show it, her ears caught onto an ad playing over the radio. The word “abortion” was clear as day, even on the lower volume. Carson swallowed and tried to ignore it. However, the ad was actually part of a talk show. The hosts just kept talking and talking about it, sending pains through her stomach. She closed her eyes and hoped the nerves showing through looked as though they were just over the gift. “I’m not sure if you’ll like it- I mean, I hope you do, but,” Carson held the silver Rolex out. “Here.”

Daria Bianchi, ft. Danny Lane

Furrowing her eyebrows, Daria held her breath as Danny walked past. His cologne was stout and the exact opposite of everything she liked. Just like him as a whole. But, he had to have him. She had no doubt in her mind she could walk up to the Javachi compound and just knock, but she didn’t want to run over the toes of his woman. Daria wasn’t sure if his Veronica even knew about their marriage and she sure as hell didn’t want to drop that at her feet. Lord knew dealing with the life of a Javachi was enough as is. All she needed was to get Danny comfortable with her, make him rethink Favi for a little while, and then get the invite. She would have a lot to apologize for later, considering she rather liked Favi, but for now that wasn’t important. Her informant had told her that recently, Veronica wasn’t seen around the home. Daria hoped, maybe foolishly, that the girl was somewhere else for this party.

“Are you ready?” Danny asked her, turning and buttoning his coat. With one last look at the diamond watch on her phone, she nodded her head and grabbed her own jacket. The maroon dress was already long-sleeved though, so it was lightweight compared to what most other people outside were wearing. Daria ran hot anyway, so she was constantly out in the cool weather significantly underdressed.

She walked along beside Danny, holding his hand so he wouldn’t wrap it around her waist. He had insisted on a cab but she didn’t want to waste the valuable thinking time of a walk. Daria still had no idea what she was going to say to Damian when she saw him, if she even saw him right away. There was always the option of going to Tony first. But, like with Veronica, he hadn’t been seen around much either. She wasn’t scared of seeing Damian first but she wasn’t exactly ready for his reaction once she told him about the pregnancy. And the fact that she wasn’t totally sure who’s it was.

As they neared the compound, Daria sensed Danny growing more and more anxious. Over the past month, she’d learned a few of his small ticks. It was reasonable to think he was nervous about seeing Favi. Which, he should be. Maybe she wouldn’t be too hard on him once Daria explained, but the boy needed his ass kicked for agreeing to see her so easily. He still had a lot of growing up to do if he was to truly suit Favi and her lifestyle.

“Daniel Lane and Sydney Foster,” Danny said to the man taking names. Ducking her head, Daria pretended to be enraptured by her cellphone. Her heart beat faster the longer they stood there, but the guard let them pass without any huge hint that he realized who she really was. “You ever seen a place like this, Syd?” Danny asked when they stepped inside, his eyes towards the ceiling.

“No,” Daria mumbled, only halfway listening to him as her eyes raked over the crowd. So many faces she recognized, and half as many staring at her with their mouths agape. It wouldn’t be long at all before Damian realized she was here. “Why don’t you go put our coats away?” She said, sliding hers off and handing it do him. The long look at her chest didn’t go unnoticed, but he wouldn’t be her problem much longer anyway. She pointed him towards another guard accepting such garments. As soon as his back was turned, Daria watched him for a moment. She’d also sent him straight in the direction of Favi, of whom she was surprised he hadn’t already spotted. Daria only glimpsed the girl before stepping into a flow of traffic towards the huge Christmas tree. Out of all the places in the room, it was definitely the grandest and where she hoped to find Damian. She snatched a champagne glass off a passing tray and drained it, then traded it in for another full one.

“Just do it,” she murmured, her eyes finally landing on her childhood best friend. He was alone, only talking to a guard. Daria brushed back her hair and walked forward. She’d walked so she was behind him and once she was a few feet away, she cleared her throat to get his attention. The guard who was facing her, though slow to see it, recognized her. She did him as well, although barely. Probably one of the many that had joined Damian when he left Italy.

Wendy Ellis

Wendy shouldn’t have been shocked she was attending the party with Atticus. He didn’t seem to have much family around Selcouth and there were obviously no relatives for her to spent the occasion with. It was natural they spend it with friends and the Javachi’s were friends of his. She still hadn’t gotten used to the world, though she was slowly learning more about it. As she spent more time with Attie, she became accustomed to the fact that she made love with a man who’d killed people. But, as he had told her, there were no mistakes and no innocent people harmed. Wendy had already fallen too hard for him by the time she realized, so any part of her that wanted to run was easily overruled.

She was used to glamour, but even still as her and Attie stepped into the foyer of the home, her mouth dropped. Only in movies had Wendy ever seen places decorated so nicely for Christmas. The huge tree at the head of the room seemed like something straight from the old Mickey Mouse cartoon her and her brother watched almost every year back home. She squeezed Attie’s arm. “This is beautiful,” she said, her words followed closely by someone else’s. Wendy’s eyes flicked from the tree and stopped on a man she’d only seen photos of.

“Oh,” she said, shifting her champagne class to the hand closest to Attie. A slight warmness rose to her cheeks when he kissed her knuckles. “Hmm, now I know where he gets it from.” Wendy said, nudging Attie’s side with her elbow. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Finn.”

Collins Apa

Taking one last look in the mirror, she knotted the bow at her side and stepped back. The floor-length denim colored dress wasn’t her usual style by any means, but a Christmas party of such status deserved a little more class than she was used to delivering. Plus, most of her clothes were still in her apartment downtown. She’d only bought the dress a few days ago, not intending at all on wearing it tonight. Collins fluffed her newly cut bangs out and made sure they laid flat before turning form the mirror. James was in his suit, and lord did the material sit over his shoulders just right. She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and pressed her cheek into his back. It had been a month or so since she woke up and as time went on, she remembered more and more from that day. So far, the only thing that still escaped her mind was the face of whomever shot her. Collins figured it was because everything had happened so fast, but it bothered her. Though she figured whoever was behind the attack wasn’t in Selcouth, her chest still ached anytime she was out. Not knowing if one of the people she passed was responsible, or knew who had one it, was something she felt would bother her for a very long time.

With thoughts of her and James’ wedding taking up her mind, though, she’d thought less and less about that day. It was still a few months off but most of the planning was done. Collins had practically worn herself to death other Olly, but his unfinished invitation sat in her trash. It would just be cruel to the both of them. “Do you know,” Collins said, releasing her hold and sliding around to stand in front of James. “What today is, my love?” She smiled up at him, her eyebrow cocked. His present was in the bottom drawer of her nightstand, but she wanted to wait until after the party to give it to him. If not, they would have been beyond fashionably late to the event.

[wolfjackle-creates]

Ghost!Robin Part 8

Look at you lucky ducks! Two WIP Wednesday excerpts today! I'm afraid you won't be able to get used to it. Going forward I may update each fic on alternating weeks. I have a busy few months coming up if everything goes to plan and could use the buffer in case I can't get much writing done. We'll see, though.

I'm going to start leaving a fic summary at the beginning of every excerpt in case people find this in the wild and want to know what they're getting into.

Summary: Danny is finally going to meet Jazz's boyfriend Jason. At Jason's family's mansion. He spent weeks making sure he could have an evening off of any Ghost King business. But when he meets Jason on the steps of the mansion, he can barely pay attention to the guy because his focus is on the ghost of the dead Robin hanging off his shoulders. Who is very happy to find someone who can actually see him.

Word Count: 1.4k

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“Right. Um… Well, I do just kinda do whatever is necessary or find someone who can. Because, um, well, I’m… kinda the High King of the Infinite Realms? There’s a bunch more titles after that but I refuse to memorize them because ugh.”

Danny looked down at his plate, not wanting to see everyone’s reactions. Jazz must’ve made sure he got a piece of pie because it sat in front of him. It looked so good. Did they even know about the Infinite Realms? Justice League Dark members did, but did Batman? Jazz reached over and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

Tim and Barbara’s typing seemed to get faster. And then a pair of pixie boots and legs settled on the table next to his plate. He looked up and met Robin’s eyes.

Robin reached out an poked Danny on the nose. He gave a little trill of safe, friends drawing a smile out of Danny.

At the same time, Duke exclaimed, “That’s why you have a crown!”

And Steph said, “Okay, I may be out of the loop, but what the hell are the Infinite Realms?”

Damian snorted. “Aren’t you too young to be a king of anything?”

Danny half stood. “Look, do you want to go spar or something? Is that why you keep picking fights? Because we can do that. Fighting is good for young liminals. But I really don’t think this is the time or place.”

Jazz groaned and dragged him back into his seat. “Stop it, Danny. You’re on Earth right now.” Speaking over Danny’s protests, she explained to Damian, “We wish. Managed to get them to delay until he turned eighteen at least, but his grandfather wouldn’t let us wait any longer than that.”

Danny let the fight drop, but he did notice how Damian’s grip on his spoon tightened. Looked like they would be having that spar tonight if Damian had anything to say about it. Still, Jazz was right and he had to follow human customs on Earth so he bumped his sister’s shoulder and spoke to her instead. “You know as well as I do that he would’ve if it was possible. But thanks to Pariah, there are things that haven’t been done in a thousand years and it’s been causing so many problems.”

“Steph,” said Barbara. “The Infinite Realms are the spaces between universes according to Constantine. His documentation states that the Realm’s inhabitants are all incredibly overpowered and should not be approached under any circumstances. Just one being can evade all methods of capture with standard supplies.”

Jazz nodded. “And our parents dedicated their lives to building a portal to the Infinite Realms, or the Ghost Zone as they call it, and destroying all ghosts.”

“By ‘ghosts,’” asked Bruce, “Do you mean beings from these Infinite Realms?”

Jazz nodded. “Yes. Most beings from the Infinite Realms come into being when a living creature dies in a traumatic way, with a lot of emotion, or near a large source of ectoplasm. Usually some combination of all three.”

Both Tim and Bruce tried to ask further questions, but Jason’s voice cut in over theirs. “Jazz, when you say your parents wanted to ‘destroy all ghosts,’ did they stop after Danny’s accident?” Jason’s question did, at least, cause silence to fall as everyone stared at the two siblings.

Jazz looked down and gripped the tablecloth tightly, jaw clenched. Now it was Danny’s turn to lay a comforting hand over hers.

“No,” Danny said. “They didn’t. They didn’t know what happened for several years and when they found out… Well, there’s a reason I can’t use their last name and Jazz won’t call them ‘Mom’ or ‘Dad’ anymore. But”—Danny clapped his hands—“this is a great segway into what is actually important. Does the Justice League know about the Guys in White? More formally known as the Ghost Investigation Ward? Or even just GIW?”

“That name is unfamiliar to me,” said Bruce.

Tim agreed. “Babs and I aren’t seeing anything in the JL databases.”

Even Robin just shrugged.

Danny didn’t expect the jolt of pain that sent through his chest and Jazz turned their hands around until they were gripping each other’s hands with more force than any baseline human would’ve been able to.

“I told you, Danny. They didn’t know. They didn’t know.” Her eyes were wet, but she forced a shaky smile. “You could’ve had help.”

Danny just shook his head. “Even if I had believed they didn’t know… Without meeting them, without knowing how many of their own were in danger, I would’ve never trusted them. Too many people rely on me for me to risk it.”

“Care to enlighten the rest of us?” asked Dick. His posture was relaxed, but his voice had an edge that hadn’t been there earlier.

Robin nodded from where he sat staring at Danny. He sent out a questioning Danger? pulse at Danny.

“Yeah, danger,” agreed Danny. “Barbara, Tim, if I give you a law code number, can you pull up the law I’m referring to?”

“Of course,” agreed Barbara. “Just a moment… And shoot.”

Danny gave them the code for the Anti-Ecto Acts. “The Guys in White are the government agency responsible for enforcing the Anti-Ecto Acts which classify all ‘ectoplasmic entities’”—he made the air quotes—“as non-sentient and non-sapient and excludes us from the metahuman protection acts.”

“What the fuck!” shouted Duke.

Next to Danny, Dick suddenly was sitting up tense. “That’s impossible.”

“The league would’ve noticed such an act being passed,” said Damian, though he didn’t look as sure as his words would seem.

Cass merely tilted her head and looked at him while Steph choked on her drink.

Bruce looked to Tim and Barbara. “Is this true?” he asked them.

Robin pointed to himself and mouthed the word ‘Me?’ at Danny.

“I’m afraid so. And Bruce, Cass, Steph, and Damian as well.”

Dick’s spluttering got louder. “How are they all in danger?” he demanded to know.

Before Danny could reply, Tim was speaking. “It’s all true. And far worse than Danny implied. Not only are ecto-entities not protected by the metahuman protection laws, but they are to be actively hunted and turned over to the GIW for experimentation and extermination and anyone who assists them is declared guilty of treason.”

“When did they pass?” asked Bruce.

“Four years ago,” said Barbara. “While Luthor was president. They were hidden in some laws about green energy.”

“Ghost are made of ectoplasm,” explained Jazz. “Ectoplasm is a fantastic energy source.”

“It happened a few months after I defeated the previous king but before my coronation,” added Danny.

“Why do you think myself, Damian, Cass, Stephanie, and Jason will be targeted by this Ghost Investigation Ward?”

“It’ll be easier to show you.” Danny reached down and pulled up his bag. The thing was made in Pandora’s realm and was bigger on the inside. Once open, it took him a moment to find what he was looking for. He could see Robin signing to the group next to him. “Here we are,” Danny said as he pulled out three devices. “These are all different ectoplasm detection devices. One is my own design, one is the Guys in White’s design, and one is my parent’s design. I’ll show you mine first because it’s the best.”

“Might be a dumb question,” started Dick, “but what the hell is ectoplasm?”

“So you know how all the elements in this universe came about from nuclear fusion of hydrogen in the cores of stars?” asked Danny. When most everyone nodded, he continued, “In the Infinite Realms, that base element is ectoplasm. But there’s no need for a star to transform it into anything else. It will mold to the shape any consciousness that interacts with it wants. When sentient creatures slip through, either by a portal or through death or any other means, they shape the part of the Realm they’re in to their will. The stronger the ghost, the larger the area they control.” Holding out his hands, Danny called forth a ball of ectoplasm, shaping it into a glowing-green ice duck. “Something like this,” he commented grinning around the table.

Only to be met with horrified looks as most of the table were staring at his hands with distrust. Damian had his knife out again. Jason, his gun with the other arm held protectively in front of Jazz. Bruce was standing and Cass tense.

“What’s wrong?” asked Danny. “It’s just an ice duck sculpture. Completely harmless.”

Jason’s voice was low and threatening. “It’s an ice duck made of Lazarus water.”

More alarming than his voice was the way his eyes glowed ecto-green and the fear-anger that filled the room.

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Challenge: Stay on one topic for more than two sentences.

Outcome: Failed.

They keep getting side tracked with more questions. And Danny still hasn't had a bite of his pie. This evening will never be over.

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