Me Waking Up In The Middle Of The Night In A Cold Sweat : Are Danny, Sam And Tucker Suppose To Be Mirror/foils

Not intentionally but hey commit to the bit!!! Also knowledge from any past time traveling!

Jason: I just crashed the batplane

Danny: ahh yes I remember the wright brothers what an ungrateful pair calling me a witch like that in public

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Damian: I don’t know what historial thing i should write about for my school essay

Danny: let me tell you about the Salem witch trials

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Tim ‘talking about the court of owls’

Danny: oh that’s nice dear I remember when I was young and joined a cult too!

Batfam: internal screams!!!

Danny was enjoying himself. His new haunt was suprisingly spacious and came with lots of charges who needed protection and care.

The old butler guy, Alfred, seemed to at least have an idea of what was going on. He had been making extra food lately and leaving it out for Danny to eat in a secluded area. Danny always made sure to turn the plate invisible and sneak it back to his hidden passage panic room before he started eating.

In return, Danny made sure to do lots of chores around the manor. Intangibility and wind manipulation made dusting super easy if you knew how to use it right.

Danny also took his job as a guardian spirit seriously. He overheard the bats fighting about not wanting to be coddled on patrol and decided it was best to let them handle themselves outside of the manor. Danny himself hated when people stuck thier noses into his business.

Jazz had screwed him over countless times with her good intentions.

But the manor was different. This was his new haunt after his old one kicked him out. This family had invited him in whether they knew it or not. Also, since the Fentons and GIW don't exist in this world, they'd have a hell of a time kicking him out.

It's best not to let it come to that. So Danny had to make these people love him the way Amity Park never did.

The Wayne's however are rather dense. You would think them being the worlds greatest detectives would mean something, but they kept silently blaming each other for things happening around the manor until they couldn't.

A book being put away when they were done with it or their messes being cleaned up when they came back into a room could be easily explained by how many people lived there. The family entering the dining room, discussing what they were going to order for dinner since Alfred was gone for a week only to find a full meal waiting for them on the diner table? They couldn't brush that off.

None of them could cook.

Family Discussions

After watching the first hobbit movie

Me: Elrond has the patience of a saint

BFF : yeah but I somehow feel like Lindir has to put up with more bs

Me(internally): she understands

Tim joined for a while- it’s why he was so good starting out as Robin with less training then the others. Cuz technically he did have training- also Deathstroke being his uncle??

If anyone writes this it should be a drama coming all of time secrets cuz he has a lot of them yikes

Also tag me cuz I’d love to read it

You know I bet Tim with his Flying Grayson/Dick Grayson obsession as a kid probably found lost footage of the time Dick promoted a cult while brainwashed on national television

DC/DP Crossover Idea #35

Danny manages to convince the Justice League that he’s just a hundreds of years old being that’s stuck with a baby face, which leads to him being able to do dangerous missions and other things that he wouldn’t have been able to do if they knew his actual age.

However he has do deal adult things like them wanting to consume alcohol and Danny’s fine with a lot of things, fighting in near death situations? Sure why not. But underage drinking? No, Jazz raised him better than that.

So now Danny has to think of why he doesn’t do certain things that your average hundreds of years old being would do, like drinking apparently.

He manages to absolutely fuck himself over when his mind completely blanks and Danny straight up says he’s pregnant.

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Oh Dani is definitely stealing shit!

Also at what point does archaeology stop being theft? Lolllll

Danny, out of all the titles he could have earned, out of all the jobs he could have gotten in the Zone, never imagined it would have been 'Pirate'.

But really, it fits.

He's wanted in both the Zone and the Living World by the law, he regularly causes property damage, has a fierce reputation of winning every fight he gets into, cheats in said fights to win, and refuses to be bound by the most base instinct of any ghost or halfa; he has no obsession.

He doesn't want one.

Sure, he helps the Living and saves them if required, but he isn't compelled to do so through an obsession.

At least on the Living World side of things, his official job is scientist; he has a ship that's a mix of scientific and old-world galleon, and he travels the Zone recording the cultures and languages he finds.

Well, as a human that's his job. Not like the government knows about his Phantom persona.

Sam and Tucker joined him, obviously, as did Dani and Dan. Frostbite had made him take a few yetis as crew just in case of medical emergencies.

Sam has made it her goal to find rare or extinct plants, from their home dimension or not. Tucker is researching any and all tech they can find. Dani wanted to come along and as Danny's little sister/clone, he didn't want to say no. Dan wants to fight all the things, and Danny...couldn't really prevent his twin/clone from boarding the ship.

He can't see Youngblood anymore, but he knows for a fact that the kid is around; the loving notes carved into the walls of the ship about cool treasures nearby are proof enough. That, and the pirate flag that keeps appearing, hoisted above his ship.

It's gotten to the point that he never bothers taking it down.

Okay, maybe he leans into it a little. Get's himself a fancy hat to go along with some fancy piratey coats he found. In his defense, they're all leaning into it.

Mom, dad, and Jazz had opted to stay on their home dimension and follow their goals there.

Mom and dad for researching ghost biology, since that's not what Danny's doing at all.

Jazz to pursue her Masters in Sociology and Bachelors in Ghost Anthropology.

Not that they never join, but that more often than not they're perfectly content on their home dimension.

It's a small crew, but it's Danny's.

Honestly, it's a million times better than being an astronaut. Instead of just visiting space in his world, he gets to visit different spaces from different dimensions.

With this job, he doesn't have to be anchored to just one reality.

Sometimes, he even saves the Living from different dimensions that get thrown into the Zone.

Like now.

There's a gasping, barely conscious man in spandex sprawled out on his deck.

"Welcome aboard," Danny says wryly, not bothering to get up from his seat.

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Hal Jordan, dazed and disoriented from being quite literally thrown through a tear in reality, finds himself on the deck of what appears to be a pirate ship.

The flag's a dead giveaway.

A man who has to be the captain sits on a crate, draped in pilfered gold and a grand, ethereal frock coat hanging off of his shoulders as he hold what appears to be a tankard of...grog?

It's gotta be grog, the man's a pirate.

The man's also, as the kids would say, leaking Aura.

....No literally, there's like, a slight green glow around him.

"Welcome aboard," the pirate says, a crooked smile on his face as he continues to lounge.

'Oh no,' Hal realizes. 'He's hot.'

Ghost helpline part 20

friend or foe

The man hadn’t been kidding about not wanting to play babysitter. At Damian’s assistance that he didn’t need anything Ziyad took his own piece of cake and waved him off. Not really caring where Damian went.

He debated going after the man and demand answers but didn’t. He needed to know how he had that strip of white in his hair. How? Why? Was this the demons fault? Zatanna had said she reeked of the pits, whatever that meant.

He needed to know. He need to know if there was anyway to help Todd. His brother didn’t deserve the side effects the pit had given him. He’d never known the Todd from before… but well if Todd’s anger could be fixed and Damian had a chance to do it and he didn’t take it.….

He continued walking. The assassin supposed being overlooked as just a child was at time’s advantageous. Even if it made him angry.

The location of her room was practically spoon fed to him, pink taped arrows leading the way to an entire wing of the mansion that was presumably hers.

It was overtly colorful.

Her room was cozy. Damian wasn’t sure what a teenage girls room is supposed to look like. After all Browns and Cassandra’s rooms were probably not the best examples.

Her closet was overflowing with clothes, shoes and accessories. He checked the pockets and found a few switch blades and - guns. Typical self defense items for a woman in Gotham really. Damian opened jewelry boxes and riffled threw accessories. Some he assumed to be enchanted.

He left the closet to check the desk and bookshelf’s for anything incriminating. Ugh. Even the paper was colorful. Thankfully the type writer was black. There were little notes about her brothers things they liked, days they were going to be busy and stuff like that. There was also reference to someone named Jack and someone named Pink. Most likely aliases- he would have to research them later.

Dishes crowded every serface. Honestly how did this huge family not have any servants. The boy grimaced. Pennyworth would never allow a patients room to get this bad.

Well this at least told him one thing. The masters family definitely had something to hide. If they didn’t someone would have been hired to up keep this place!

There were spell books, okay maybe it was just poetry. There was paper slips with symbols loose in her drawer.

Damian pocketed a couple.

There were notebooks filled with languages he didn’t recognize. A lot of it was repeating. It was as if she was practicing how to write. Damian stilled and looked back at the book shelf. The English books were the level of a first grader. And the tomes were filled with grammatical notes. It made him bite his lips together, did she not know how to read?

Whatever. A good portion of the world is illiterate. She could still be a mastermind, this proved nothing.

He moved on to the cream yellow mini fridge. It was covered in glitter stickers and magnets. Notes stuck to the top.

“Hey Vi! Ask Bella if he can contact me about the SBS. We’ve run into an issue with the current shipment - love Red”

Damian took a picture of the note. Good god how many people were involved in all this? Were the masters involved? Did they know their “precious” daughter was a monster?

The little assassin felt his insides squirm at the wording. Weird he hadn’t had a qualms about calling her that before. Why did it suddenly fill him with trepidation?

The fridge was surrounded by pill bottles and glass jars filled with dried herbs. The labels were written in a different persons handwriting . A sigh escaped him.

All right time to check the fridge.

Damian has no idea what demons eat but he doubted it was anything good. Human remains? Blood? Something horrible he supposed. Hopefully something he could use as evidence.

The door opened to reveal…. Liquid vitamins and supplements ??? Well she had been sick recently. Maybe it was a common occurrence? Or maybe she was able to eat what she’s supposed to? And if so why? Was she actually being ethical and kind?

There were glowing green juice pouches. Damian berated himself for not bringing a satchel. The size of the things he could swipe was limited to his pockets. No matter he could get it next time.

He paused. Next time? Since when did he start thinking about coming back here?

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The bathroom in Vlad’s room had steam spill out in waves. Violet had never gotten around to moving her things into her own bathroom. Dad didn’t seem to mind and… it was just easier. It was easier to exist in someone else’s space.

To use dads bathroom and sleep in Billy’s bed and eat Klarion’s food. To exist in a space so lovingly lived in she knew she wouldn’t disappear.

She looked at her natural state in the mirror. Her nose twitched. That boy knew she was a demon, he had yelled it at her when they’d “meet”. And now he was suddenly over to apologize? An Al Ghul apologizing ? And to someone “beneath” them ? How laughable.

She couldn’t find her brush. She ran her claws threw her hair with a frown. The cracks on her body … looked different? Smaller and faded around the edges of her arms. Her fingers were still drenched in black but had taken on a more purple sheen.

There was still a black cracked piece on her chest.

She would have thought the teleportation flu would have made her condition worse but… she looked better? Maybe her medicine really was helping?

She’d have to show her Aunties, maybe Frostbite? There weren’t exactly a lot of people comfortable working on her. Ethier she was a demon, or the wrong kind of demon, or an amputee or a woman of something!

Not that it mattered very few people knew how to treat her condition. And so far it was considered incurable.

The black cracks pulsed painfully. She shifted into her human disguise.

Well time to get this over with. Chances were instead of an apology she was going to receive an offer. And maybe… maybe if Damian wasn’t technically an Al Ghul….. maybe she could….

Violet, Konstelacio, hopeful and sad followed the pink arrows to her room to find a hair brush before having to see the boys face again.

Except she opened the door and his face was already there.

“What are you doing in my room?!”

Note:

Not burying the lead here Bella (Bellatric) is Brett

Can anyone guess what SBS is?

Omg but also all the ghost loving him- like this dude is so use to wierd shit and being powerless and just having superman pick him up like a grape that Jimmy doesn’t even bat an eye.

Skulker picks him up: this is normal

Ember try’s to blast him: ducks comedically without even noticing

Being super polite to the lunch lady: if I’m rude to the elderly Clark will be so disappointed in me

Nodding his head along to the box ghosts musing: you are sooo right boxes are very important

Young blood wants to play: well who is he to say no to a kid that fucking died of course I’ll play with you!

I’ve been reading the 2019 run of Superman’s Pal Jimmy Olson all day and based on how efficient he is at getting into Situations™️ (highly recommend looking into the older Jimmy Olson comics as well, they’re wild) I think it’s be funny if the DC universe’s first contact with the Infinite Realms was Jimmy accidentally falling through a natural portal into the Box Ghost’s living room

Not sure how it would go but I’m like 90% certain Jimmy would somehow become a ghost but only like. Temporarily

Not a halfa, more like astral projection, but still

Ghost Helpline Part 5

“Tt-” Damian opened his phone as soon as he received the second notification, his ‘colleges’ were making too much insipid noise.

“What just happened,” Hal held his head in his hands. He really thought nothing else’s could surprise him anymore. Monsters, magic, hell Hal dealt with aliens everyday… yeah right he dealt with aliens every day. Different cultures, values and morals. And after all what’s an interdenominational demon but another type of alien? Hal settled down next to Barry, this wasn’t bad. Right this wasn’t bad at all kids an are still just kids no matter the species.

Clark took control of the meeting outlining everything that had happened and going over the next steps with the magicians. Constantine insured everyone that there was such a thing as ‘good’ demon, but that they were not the type to want to involve themselves with humans … like at all. Which left the group at an impasse.

“I’m not saying she’s evil or anything! She might just be a sweet girl but she is still dangerous. Demons are known for their greed and deception. Even if she isn’t strong enough to fight any of us she can just as easily trick one of you idiots out of your lives.” John hated all of this. He hated working with the justice losers, he hated himself for dragging a kid into this mess and he was just so tired.

Red Robin fingers were clicking quick and sharp, making a file on Konstelacio. Writing down looks, personality and of course theories. “Tim! You can’t just put in “ex-criminal” or “disease” maybe her skin is just like that!”

“Then why wasn’t any of it on her face?”

“Tt- unlike the rest of you, some of us are actually doing something important here.”

“Robin we are trying to strategize-“

“Yes well I am am trying to zero in on her location.”

The room quieted.

“Robin report.”

“She was in Wisconsin a few minutes ago, some forest in the middle of nowhere. I’ll share the coordinates.” Dick was absolutely appalled, “When did you put a tracker on her?!?! Oh my god what if she figures it out and comes back to hurt you! What were you thinking?” Wait… no, oh damn it Damian, “It was on the handkerchief wasn’t it?” That’s why Damian had been so ready to part with it. He would admit that it was clever, but this was his little brother! Dick had every right to worry.

“Well where is she now?”

“Pismo, California where else.”

Barry felt Hal tense next to him, “Bear, Bear please tell me that isn’t where the dragon is.”

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Billy Batson boarded the javelin, missions with Dr. Fate were the worst! He missed Nelson. The man had a way of making conversation, of keeping Nabu silent. This new Dr Fate just didn’t know went to stop, and was just so uptight! No wonder Klarion hates the guy.

Billy sighed at least he’d be home soon. Well one of them at least… he wondered if his family would be done moving into the new house yet. Ugh Gotham

Lol Impulse and by association YJ assuming normal civilian Billy is Cursed

A idea, inspired from this panel

It has been weeks but Billy hasn't been able to turn into shazam because he recently made a new friend.....Impulse.

Bart: you know for a kid you sure get struck by lightning a lot! Who'd you make mad?

Billy: Bart I love you but please, LEAVE ME ALONE!