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Danny as a honorary member of the Outlaws, while Dan is an actual member.

The on going bit is Dan complaining about Danny working with the Outlaws cause 'you didn't even break any law why are you here?'

To that, Danny always replies with something like 'well I jaywalked today.' 'I'm an illegal entity, so.' 'ran a red light though.'

Then as a unexpected plot twist, the rest of the team discovers that despite their banter, Dan is the one with a spotless record, since his major crimes are committed either in another world or before he gets his human body/identity.

It's Danny that has multiple wanted posters in his name, as both Phantom and Fenton, across two realms even.

Fountain of Youth

dcxdp ficlet pt 1

Phantom wasn't aging. Danny didnt notice at first. Didn't notice for a long time. Phantom didn't exactly use bathrooms or shower or stop to sign autographs, things that would put him in front of an image of himself.

Fenton however, did keep aging. And since he did pass mirriors and get his picture taken, he didn't have reason to suspect anything was amiss. He was aging. He was alive.

He moved out. Went to college. Graduated. Saved some lives. Got recruited by the Justice League. Things were going great.

And then one of Batmans proteges stopped by. Danny wasn't sure which one. He didn't really keep up with that kind of thing. But they started chatting with him. Danny figured that they just didn't talk to a lot of adult heros and wanted someone to show off too. So, Danny did what he did when Jazz or Tucker's kids started and made a show of being impressed by their stories. It seemed to work, but it was weird, they weren't treating him like a hero or weird uncle or something. More like one of their team mates. Asking questions about how he got onto the Justice League proper and not an affiliate team. Lamenting that they were relegated to sidekick work and not allowed to be a hero in their own right. Danny tried to reassure them. Consol them that Batman obviously valued their input. Then the kid started flirting with him. Danny tried to set boundries. Make it clear that he wasn't intrested. Being at least a decade older than them and all.

And then the kid asked him out.

Danny turned the kid down as politely as he could. Which led to a baffling few minutes of being shouted at and accused of...well he wasn't sure what exactly. And then them storming off.

"Are you alright?" Danny blinked at Superman. and when did Superman get there?

"uh. ya. why?" Superman tilted his head and gestured to the door.

"Oh, superhearing. Right. Guess I can't ask you to pretend that you didn't hear that?" Superman continued to stare at him. "Clockwork, I hate it when you do that. You remind me of my sister. She used to look at me like that. When we were kids. before I you know...died and all. Augh. Stop it. I feel like I'm 14 again and getting caught breaking curfew. I'm fine Supes. Really. I just feel bad for the kid and wish I knew what I did to earn the outburst. Like, I get I'm down with the kids and all. But come on. I'm what 10-15 years older than them? and dead? what did they think I was going to say? and why is it my fault? I was just trying to be nice to the kid."

"Son, and I don't mean to be insensitive, but perhaps it has something to do with your appearance?"

"?"

"In that you look. What I mean is that you appear- your face resembles-" The man stuttered, trying to figure out how to say what he knew was a taboo for ghosts.

"Come on Supes, just spit it out already. I rescued your cousin from the Phantom Realm and its unspeakable horrors, I think we're past getting upset over the occasional minor cultural insesitivity."

"When was the last time you saw yourself Phantom?"

"Whaddaya mean?" Danny cocked his head to the side, confused, he looked in mirrors all the time! like last night when he was fixing his hair before meeting up with some coworkers for drinks.

"When was the last time you, Phantom, looked in a mirror?" when was the last time he looked in the mirror AS Phantom, Supes meant. Careful with his identity as always. Those that knew knew his only REAL protection was everyone thinking ghosts could only ever be dead. And knowledge that one could be both was closely gaurded, even amongst the wider superhero community.

"I dunno, probably right after the accident I guess? There were posters and stuff with my face on them for awhile, but they just kept using the same three pics. I don't really stick around for photo ops. My aura started messing with tech like a year? after I died, so it didn't really matter if I did anyway. and with the whole #1 enemy thing, it wouldn't have been safe too." Danny scratched his head, thinking hard about when he had seen seen himself last. He remembered the first time. fresh out of the portal. Before they realized he had died. Before they realized he could still live. The shock of white hair where it should have been stark black. Those green eyes, wide with panic and glowing like someone had poured Diphenyl oxalate into them and mixed it with a fluorescent dye solution.

"Phantom," Superman said firmly. Not so loud that he would panic, but loud enough that he could cut through the sudden spiral he saw his collegue falling into. The reason why you weren't supposed to bring up things related to a ghosts death. Especially ones that died violently. Especially those that died as children.

Danny blinked and took a deep, uneeded, breath. "It's ok. I'm ok. Just. What about my appearence?"

"Phantom..."

"Kal."

Vlad, Toddler Danny and the Gotham Gala

Bruce saw the Bat signal outside and wanted to leave the Gala. He told Vlad Masters that he needed to go to the toilet. Vlad Master glared at Bruce and said, "Daniel, come!" A tiny black-haired toddler came walking to them. After Danny was hit by the GIW, his parents tried to save his life, and Vlad helped them. The only side effect was toddler Danny. But somehow, this made the relationship much better with his parents. So Uncle Vlad is now good? Danny:" You know it's Danny!" Vlad:" Daniel, Mr. Wayne fears he will get lost on his way to the toilet. So I want you to show him the way there and back." + Tiny Danny led Mr. Wayne to his own bathroom. He wasn't sure if that was real, but Vlad and Mr. Luthor told him he wasn't the smartest. So he asked just to be sure. Danny:" Are you really that way Uncle Vlad says it? I mean, he talks poop about many people." Bruce Wayne, who knows it would be bad if people knew he faked it, didn't say anything.

+ Danny now knew for once Vlad was right: Mr. Wayne was worse than his dad. So he took his hand... I mean finger and led him around the Gala in the Wayne Mansion. "No fear, I won't let you get lost." That was how the media and Gotham Elite were greeted by Bruce Wayne being led around by a toddler to not get lost.

"Wow, for once he didn't get lost in his own Mansion." And it became a news article. "Brucie Wayne didn't get lost in a gala!"

I have an idea for a Merlin fic but life is chaos so I cannot write it:

So for whatever reason Arthur is away (probably visiting some Lord or Nobel House) and Merlin stays behind (who knows why).

Uthers manservant is ill so he requests Merlin (after all he’s the crown prince’s manservant he should be good enough for the king).

Merlin is now stuck as Uthers servant for a week and I really want to see Merlin try to wake the King up with “rise and shine!! :D”

He talks too much and is entirely too familiar with the King, taking liberties and speaking out of turn, mentioning Arthur by name and not title, is always late with lunch but somehow…

Uther finds him fascinating. He knows Merlin is completely loyal to Arthur (he said so himself in the show). He understands Merlin hears castle gossip like most staff, but he is actually able to understand the significance behind the rumours. Merlin is also trusted by the knights and has insight into the lords and ladies of the court. He sees things, he hears things. Uther can use this

As a physician in training, he is able to treat Uthers old knee injury, and he is clearly learned. He can read and write better than some of the noblemen he’s met. One day Uther enters his chambers and finds Merlin bent over the desk looking over the grain reports “did you notice Lord Chester had been underreporting his grain storage for three years and is selling it under the table to a foreign king?”

Merlin is a terrible manservant…but Uthers clothing had never been cleaner, his armour so polished, his bathwater so hot and his notes so organised. Merlin is continuously late and covered in mud or moss, but somehow Uther finds he doesn’t mind as long as Merlin keeps feeding him important castle gossip.

Arthur gets Merlin back at the end of the week, and Merlin can finally breathe (he’s been a nervous wreck for the last seven days). Uthers servant recovers and the King has a functional servant again as is befitting his station.

But Uther is now willing to overlook some of Merlin’s …ridiculousness and familiarity with Arthur…after all, he’s realised Merlin does have some uses, even though he’s always late with breakfast.

Scenes like this:

“You’re the clumsiest excuse for a servant I’ve ever met!”

“Yes, Arthur says I have the elegance of a newborn lamb”

“Why is there a twig in your hair? It’s unbefitting of your station as servant of the King”

“I fell asleep in a ditch, anyways have you heard Lady Carteret has been seen buying hemlock at the apothecary? I’m sure Lord Carteret is soon to be missing, poor sod”

“Can you never bring me my breakfast on time?!”

“Sorry Sire, the poison tester died this morning after drinking your tea, so I had to brew it myself, and we’re in need of a new poison tester. And in totally unrelated news Lord Milder was seen fleeing the castle”

“Rise and shine!! The sun is up and you should be too!”

“Is this really how you wake your King? And where the hell is my breakfast!”

“Well Arthur usually throws a pillow at me even though it’s my job to wake him in the morning - that lazy arse!”

Subject: Danny Fenton

Oracle opens Danny Fenton's personal files finding a list information. Including a list of people:

Jack and Maddie Fenton- parents

Jazz Fenton-sister

Vlad masters- #1 enemy/baby daddy

Dani- daughter

The family is quite concerned about the seemingly normal boy they have just met at the gala.

Bruce is holding himself back from attempting to adopt the kid

Okay so wait you guys all know that thing that teachers or parents do were they forget that they don't have to speak in like a baby voice all the time and accidentally interact with grown adults in the same manner they do with a child right? Okay so imagine that- but with Batman and the Justice League

Like-

Hal and Barry are arguing and suddenly Batman goes, “boys, thats not very nice is it?” in like a kid voice

Or Oliver is complaining about getting patched up after a fight and Batman chides, “You take the hit you gotta take the stitch baby,” 

Or Clark is mumbling something and Bats goes, “Speak up sweetheart, lets use our speech properly yeah?”

Or Diana accidentally punches a man in the face when hes already down. Batman tsks, “Come on darling, what did we talk about? One hit only.”

Or Oliver is leaving for a mission and Dinah kisses him goodbye and then he walks away, only for Batman to go, “Say bye bye!” 

AGDJFDYSGUKSRHGBDF

Just please imagine their faces for me.

And Batman grimaces lightly afterwards every time and just leaves and the League is flabbergasted

From suspicious transfer student to gala date

Tell me why I thought Batman was a man with no shirt holding his hand up in the air at first 🤚Anyways robin is super cute <3

Winter uniforms!

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Damian, as Robin, is about to be sacrificed to summon a Powerful Being. Except instead of a Powerful Being, a kid his age pops into existence as though he was shoved forward.

The kid looks around, startled. He's got a black eye and he's holding a length of rope, presumably what had been restraining him.

"Uh. Is. Is this the afterlife?" The kid asks, bewildered.

"...No, this is Gotham. We were trying to summon Pariah Dark?" One of the cultists answers, also confused.

"But I was being sacrificed to summon Pariah Dark?" The kid says, brows furrowed.

The cultists pause in their attempted murder of Robin and hurriedly reconvene, taking their eyes off of the kid. They're muttering about how maybe there was another cult doing a sacrifice at the same time, and things got switched up. Should they sacrifice both of the boys?

Damian, though. Damian never takes his eyes off of the new kid.

Unlike the cultists, he's not an idiot. He knows a liar when he sees one. That boy is no sacrifice.

That boy is the being they summoned.

He waits for the being to show it's true colors. And waits. And waits.

'Hurry up!' Damian mouths to it.

'I am trying!' It mouths back, motioning at it's feet where it's been wearing away the containment sigil.

'Well try faster!'

'That's not how it works!'

'How hard is it to mess up chalk?'

'Well then you come here and you do it!'

"Maybe I will," Damian spits outloud, done with this farce.

"Uh, do you two need a moment or...?"

Damian answers the cultists question by kicking her in the face as he cuts himself loose.

He will rescue both himself and the demon they dragged into this world.

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.