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a few slice of Phantom

Clark Kent has been ordered to go write a story about the "Most Haunted Town in America" from the Daily Planet. He broke a pretty big story on corrupt landlords, and Perry told him to go out of the city for a bit so that things can cool off.

He arrives at the town and immediately witnesses a Ghost Attack.

He also witnesses the local teenage hero prevent any civilian casualties or injuries, and only a little bit of property damage.

Clark is, honestly, super impressed.

There's just.

One little, tiny thing. It's bothering him,

The GIW.

There is no such thing as the Anti-Ecto Acts; Clark knows, he shot off a message to Bruce and Bruce confirmed it.

So instead of doing a fluff piece on Amity Park, Clark finds himself digging into a man called Vlad Masters, and what his connections are to the Mercenaries posing as government agents.

Because he's doing this whole thing as Clark Kent, he has to stay in his civilian persona.

This means that he's getting rescued by teen hero Phantom. Like, a lot.

Okay, Clark's not gonna lie. He's having fun.

This is fun.

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Danny, however, has never been so stressed in his entire life.

He's trying to save the nosy out-of-town reporter, who keeps getting attacked by Vlad's minions.

But every time he saves Mr. Kent, Mr. Kent congratulates him and like...grades him? Gives him pointers?

Danny doesn't know how to describe it, it feels like when his teachers are trying to teach him something after reading his assignment over his shoulder but he hasn't turned in the essay yet.

And Danny swears this guy is having fun.

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Vlad's had enough of this troublemaking reporter, and he's done sending out his minions to play.

He's going to handle this personally.

so true

Reblog to bonk your mutuals on the head every time they start thinking negatively about themselves

Life series teams I wanna see but they're all drawn kinda poorly

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You ever look at some art your mutual made and you just sit there in stunned silence and awe that one of your friends is out there making jaw-dropping beautiful art just for the hell of it

Damian looks at the green letter that simply appeared in his room a few minutes ago. He wasn't sure if he is supposed to be happy or crying.

He still thinks about Danyal all the time. It has been a long time since his brother died. Damian still mournes him two times a year, at their birthday and the day Danyal died.

He told his family, on his fifteenth birthday. Father hadnt been happy but he tearfully hugged Damian the next day and apologized for ever making him feel like he couldn't talk about his brother.

He still thinks of his brother every time he goes to the Watchtower. Father thankfully gives him a minute. Sometimes he joins him too.

But he wasn't expecting this. He looks at the green letter again. He already read it. A bit idiotic, touching an unknown like that. But the code on the side of the letter almost caused him a struck, because it was the code. The code that him Danyal came up with and nobody else knows about.

Dear Damian Wayne

The note reads.

You are invited to the coronation of the Prince of the Infinite Realms, Danyal 'Danny' Phantom, formerly Al-Ghul. The coronation is set to take place two weeks from now. As a part of the Royal Family, you are obligated to join the coronation at your brother's side. You are to wear formal clothes of whichever culture you subscribe to. A knight will take you to place at which coronation is set to take place.

The letter continues on and on about the coronation, about his brothers numerous titles, about proper ettique and many more things. But Damian does not care about that.

What was the possibility of this thing being fake? Maybe, but he doesn't think so. The code alone would confirm its authenticity.

A knock sound from the door and his father enters the room with a familiar copy of the green letter in his hands.

---------------------------------------------------

Constantine has been looking at the letter for the past ten minutes and he looks more like he is about to faint with each line he reads. Finally Damian can't hold it anymore.

"Say something magician! Is that thing real? What is the Infinite Realms!? "

Constantine looks up from the letter and takes out a cigarette to smoke, only to put it down at his father's glare.

"Of course you people would get tangled in the business of the bloody Infinite Realms." Constantine stops for a second. "Basically it's the dimension between dimensions. Thing of it like the glue holding the multiverse together. It's also where ghosts live."

Oh.

Of course.

Damian is an idiot for thinking his brother might be alive. Danyal is dead.

He hears his father turn around and sitting down on the bat computer.

"Ghost?" Richard thankfully asks. "Like Deadman?"

"No."

As Constantine starts a lecture about the difference between magical and ectoplasmic ghosts, Damian's mind wanders towards his brother again.

His brother is still dead, he still died. And of course his brother, his wonderful, idiotic, amazing brother would somehow make himself a king of an entire dimension after death. One of the strongest beings in existence, according to Constantine.

"Damian!" Richard is snapping his fingers in front of his face. "Are you alright? "

"I am fine." Damian says, "I am fine." He repeats a second later.

"It would be a shock if I learned my brother is going to be a king." Constantine is staring him weirdly. "How in the bloody hell that happened? I never knew bats had another kid."

"Doesn't matter." Damian snarks, "Is it safe to assume this coronation will take place in this Infinite Realms? "

Constantine shrughs his shoulders.

"Wouldn't know. Not exactly my area of expertise."

Great, just great.