Lirabuswavi - LiraBuswavi

Well, imo, Danny is part of an endangered species. Three halfas in existence, will any more ever exist? He doesn't know. (He hopes not.) So Danny can actually get some existential crises off his chest. It... actually helps a bit. To talk about the despair. The fear. One day he will be gone. They might remember the hero Phantom and his tales, but will they know Danny and his stories? Any halfas that come after, will they know? Will his species fade into obscurity? He doesn't know.

He's afraid.

I was drawing a picture of older Danny. (Not complete yet). (Based on a superboy picture).

Although that's not really important.

But when I read certain fics, they talk about Danny glowing or his telekinesis glowing green.

So I was outlining Danny in his infamous neon ghost green. And he looked familiar.

So I thought about what would happen if the Justice League meets Danny when he's older and mistakes him for a new green lantern.

In some versions of the JL, there are already 3 green lanterns that go by green lantern. I can only imagine Hal (the original) throwing a fit, over there being a new one in his sector that no one told him about. He's supposed to be in charge of earth and the surrounding planets.

In some Phantom fics, he also makes green constructs like shields or weapons. That probably looks exactly like the green lanterns. They glow and everything.

Not to even mention the ring of rage supposedly glows, too. From far away, it probably looks like a green lantern ring. I can only imagine the Justice League assuming he's alien based on his extra powers and his odd coloration.

Now, what if Danny does it on purpose? Like he saw just how similar he looks to the lanterns and just uses that as a cover. He can change the way his ring of rage looks and mimics the power rings. It's like if he's in hiding, from the GIW, and pretending to be a lantern to fit in.

This just popped into my head and won't leave me alone. Feel free to take it and run wild.

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Danny is having a great time. Sometimes they summon him for movie nights. It's the most relaxation he gets beyond Sam, Tucker, and Jazz. But none of them have power and can sympathize like Wonder Girl and Superboy. They can't FEEL Time pass them by like Impulse. They don't know the late nights, the nightmares, they way that coffee doesn't just keep him awake sometime it keeps him SANE, but Tim does. And if he sometimes falls asleep with them, and his invisibility drops? Well, come morning no one mentions it.

Short DP X DC Prompts #14

Danny getting summoned by a teen titan/Batfamily member by an Ouija board and just going “fuck it why not” and messing with everyone.

Jason: *Gets tapped on the ankle by someone underneath the gala finger food table*

Jason: *Assumes it's one of his siblings, ducks underneath the table*

Jason:... Can I help you, kid?

Danny: No, but I can help you. My parents are gonna attack this gala, more specifically you, in like, five minutes? And I'd really rather nobody get shot, so you might wanna leave in the next few minutes.

Jason: That... makes sense. Thanks?

Danny: You're welcome.

Jason:... Wait, how'd you get in here-?

I have seen the idea that the Fentons would assume that Batman and/or Red Hood are ghosts, and yeah those are fun AU ideas, but I have a different one: they believe that Jason Todd is a ghost.

So Jason legally comes back from the dead and joins the family again, except the Fentons see this on the news and are convinced that once they get rid of the ghost masquerading as Bruce Wayne's dead son he will be so thankful that he will financially back their inventions.

So they attack some events and become Gotham's newest rogues. They keep losing and getting arrested but are repeatedly released because technically attacking a ghost is legal. The bats are super not thrilled to learn that people like Jason legally have no rights???

The worst part is because they are targeting Jason, not Hood, he can't even properly defend himself without messing up his secret identity. He just has to let these "scientists" shoot at him and constantly be "rescued" by the bats.

Jazz and Danny are just trying (and failing) to avoid the bats attention while attempting to save poor "civilian" Jason from their parents.

Danny, holding out a note and blushing like a school girl: Um, here. This is for you.

Bruce, expecting a love letter or something conventional:..What.

Danny: I heard you like contingency plans. This one's for me.

Green Lantern: Ridiculous, no way that-

Bruce, blushing: Hn. Would you like to meet my children?

Green Lantern: THAT WORKED??!

Spirit Halloween Meet Cute AU short

The ritual was well underway, and Bruce could see Dick choking on a strange liquid the cultists were forcing down his throat. It was the same liquid that filled the small pool he was restrained in.

It was Lazarus Waters.

As if that wasn't enough, drawn in blood on the ground was a strange sigil, presumably for invoking something or someone.

And Bruce knew he was out of time; if he wanted Dick to survive, he couldn't wait for a JLD member.

He had to move.

He broke the skylight and crashed into the middle of the enemy, trusting his team to follow. The fighting was mostly a blur, with Bruce's sole focus on getting to a now-limp Nightwing.

And then the sigil lit up.

From the Lazarus water Dick was resting in, a figure started to emerge.

It appeared to be a man around the same age as Bruce, a little taller than him, with snow white hair and glowing green eyes. He was haloed with an ethereal light as he picked up Dick's unconscious body like it was nothing.

Bruce did not think.

Only vaguely aware of the cries of despair behind him, Bruce launched himself at the strange being and decked it in the face.

The being reeled back, and Bruce used its distraction to rip Dick out of its arms.

Bruce darted back enough to hand Dick off to a swearing Jason, and readied himself to go after the being again.

But the being just stood there, hand to its face as it stared at him in...awe?

"You're a human," it-he-said, appearing amazed, "And you actually managed to hurt me."

Bruce bared his teeth in a facsimile of a smile.

"I can make it hurt a lot worse, too-"

"Marry me."

...

"...What?"

"Wait, did I say that outloud?"

"I can't...I don't even know who you are. So. Marriage is not. Uh." Bruce fumbled, unsure of how to handle this turn of events.

"My moniker is Phantom, my name is Danny, and I'm going to disappear now and act like I don't exist."

There was an overwhelming pressure, his ears popped, and Bruce's opponent was...gone.

"Tt. He is clearly not good enough for you."

"Cute."

"Black Bat, no; watching out father figure flirt is not cute. B, if you're done swooning, we need to finish mopping up the cultists."

Jason had no clue where he was going, much less why it felt... familiar.

He didn't know why this pit green hellscape didn't drive him up the wall. He didn't know why it felt like coming back to Gotham all over again (except with less murderous intention, but that was besides the point). Or why he was able to understand whatever physics this land abided by.

He automatically knew how to use the grapple gun in a place where gravity seemed optional. He veered around some places for no reason, but in his chest it felt like he knew there was danger there.

He bypassed door after door with Batman, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Robin trailing behind him, never seeing another soul (hah, pun. Why was that a pun?). And then swung up in a long arc that felt more like flying than anything (why did he know what it felt like to fly?) and landed on a scrubby piece of land no different than any of the others he's seen before. But this one was... different.

He heard his family land behind him (he had landed soundlessly) and face the same door he was looking at. Brown, worn wood carved in simple are nouveau patterns, with knicks and scratches that Jason felt like he could name the cause of everyone.

"It... looks like a manor door," Nightwing said behind Jason, and that was the kicker wasn't it? A manor door, floating half a foot off the ground above purple grass in a Lazarus green wasteland for no discernable reason, and... Jason had led them there. A pulling in his chest that said he knew the way (the Pit was quiet, for the first time in... ever).

"No shit, Wing," Jason snarked, because none of the girls were here to do it. They were having a girls night out on town, painting each other's nail, nailing thugs in the face, and doing makeup with the Sirens. They weren't getting cursed by a witch and dealing with this bullshit. They weren't standing in front of a door that led to who knows where (it felt like home) and seriously pondering whether or not to open it (he wanted to).

"Check for traps on the door. We don't know where we are or why we're here," Batman rumbled from behind Jason.

"Already fucking knew that, old man. And the place isn't trapped," Jason replied.

"Tt, and how do you know that, Hood?" The demon brat tutted.

"I just do," Jason opened the door, and stepped through into...

"Huh," the replacement mumbled from behind him, "It's the kitchen,"

"Thank you, captain obvious," Jason snorted and stride further into the manor kitchen. And then stopped.

"It looks different," Nightwing added on, popping up beside Jason.

"This is... the kitchen from years ago," Batman said, approaching an appliance on the wall, "We replaced this salamander not long after..." Batman looked at Jason, and something cold ran down Jason's back.

"After I died," Jason finished. The kitchen was silent.

"Uh, there's another door over here," Red Robin offered. Jason, very much done with the conversation, but somehow still not reaching murderous rage levels, turned and marched over to the door. And stopped again.

Dick made a choking noise from behind Jason. "That's your room,"

And it was. A notch near the bottom hinge from a minor Batarang incident. A discolouration on the door knob from when Jason forgot to decontaminate after a fight and started oxidizing the door knob. And, most damningly, a little handwritten sign proclaiming it 'Jay's Room', slightly knocked ascue like the occupant had brushed past it and decided they'd fix it when they came back. (He didn't come back.)

Jason should be unnerved. Freaked out, turning right around and marching out, saying fuck this noise. But he didn't. He didn't feel scared, or weirded out. He wished he felt those things. Felt more than the increasing chill up his spine, felt more than content (and safe?).

"Well, that's freaky, but is it just me or is it getting cold in here?" Dick asked. Jason straightened up as his breath appeared in front of his face. It wasn't just a chill up his spine, he thought as he whirled around, hand on a gun, searching for the threat.

"Who DARES trespass upon this lair?" A staticky, snarling voice echoed from directly behind Jason. Robin made a choked noise, staring behind Jason. He turned around. Spiraling black shadows, interspersed with sparkles like stars or powdered glass that would kill you if inhaled. Lazarus pit green pools staring right at him, piercing through him.

Once again, he should feel freaked out. Once again, he should be noping out of there, pulling his gun, backing away, doing something. Besides just standing there. And crossing his arms, and raising an eyebrow that couldn't be seen as he replied on pure instinct, "I'll trespass wherever I want,"

Silence. He stared at the eldritch whatever, and the thing stared back. The white stopped swriling, the black stopped shifting like smoke. "Bluejay?" A quiet, almost young voice asked him. His mouth moved without permission.

"Yo,"

"Jay!" The shadowy blob consolidated into a teenager, floating above the ground and looking at him with pure delight.

"I feel like I know you," Jason said, more to himself than the teenager in what looked like a fucking hazmat suit.

"You do. Aww, look at you, you got so big! You disappeared, like, half a year ago," The kid floated closer to him, and the Bats behind him made discontented noises, but Jason didn't move. He felt... safe. He knew this kid with floating white hair and a sharp toothed smile. He... knew him like he knew his way to the door, like he knew the manor kitchen, and the door to his room.

"Can't say I remember that,"

"Yeah, you might not. Coming back to life sucks,"

"You can say that again,"

"I'm happy to see you again Jay. Even if time here is whacked up, and you're old now,"

"Am not!" Jason paused for a moment. Took in the feelings of safety, comfort, and the way the Pit was so, so quiet. "And it's good to see you too,"

Here's a dcxdp prompt and some bones! The Batfam somehow gets transported to the GZ and Jason starts feeling a pulling sensation telling him to go a certain way. They go and find a door eerily similar to me of the mansions door. When they open it they are shocked to seek what looks like the mansions library kitchen and Jason old room except more spooky. They have found his old lair from when he was dead.

!!!!! holy shit this is so good

Yyyyeah, this stuff is 'pay to play'. You don't have to be popular, or good, you just need to pay.

Wish over Mutant Mayhem and Nimona?????

They attempt to present this as some kind of bad thing. All I can think of is that people on this hellsite would genuinely buy Bisexual Biden chocolate. There would be memes. People buying entire bags of Bisexual Bidens because people would think that's the funniest shit they've seen in the last week. Strange how one man's nightmare is another person' Tumblr post.

worst relationship status to have w someone is “objectively they’re a fine person who is nice but i don’t enjoy their company as much as they enjoy mine”

Welcome to whatever this is

I was thinking about this lil DPxDC ficlets roaming around Tumblr about Danny meeting the joker as well as his bad acting from the show and then this happend

Enjoy

Imagine if Danny didn't even know he was the 'heir'. Vlad 'what's proper/informed consent' Masters would just go ahead and do that. Announce it to the world. Everyone would know. Except for Danny and his friends. He doesn't pay attention to whatever the fuck Vlad does on social media platforms unless it has to do with Phantom. He has it tagged so he gets notified, but otherwise doesn't pay attention.

Now the Bats? Who have Vlad tagged as 'extremely suspicious definitely hiding something' notice. And now the kid's showing up with an evil smirk to watch their battles, generations in the making? A plot. They must look further into this.

Family Traditions

The Mansons and the Waynes always had a...rocky relationship. Starting with Alfred facing off against Ida on the battlefield during his time in the British secret service. And cursing when the girl scurried out of his sight.

Although they no longer wanted to kill each other (maybe, they had children to take care of), their rivalry prevailed, and they could start fighting over anything. It was one of the reasons Ida attended to the Wayne Gala and only the Wayne gala. Just to upset the butler.

And this didn't just stay with them, Pamela HATED Bruce Wayne (and the feeling was mutual). They attended galas since they were kids and he was the most fucking annoying person she knew. She couldn't believe how he fooled everyone with "the playboy Brucie", he was obnoxious. And smarter than people gave him credit for. (Also, Pamela was pretty sure he was gay anyway)

Sam didn't want to follow this family tradition but when Damian Wayne tried to stab her with a cooking knife (after she kindly gave him an advice, taking responsibility as the eldest between them), the war begun, again.

Danny started attending those galas only to see things explode after being told this piece of information by Sam. The entire Manson family knew about it but the Waynes had no idea why the Masters heir was there. He even brought popcorn!