Danny, Whose Been Dealing With This For About A Month Now And Is Just Annoyed: *Tiredly Groans* Why,

They all stare in shock at the clearly non-human sidekick that Green Arrow now has, but both of them claim he’s human. Wonder Woman swears the kid has a godly aura, Superman is concerned by the kids heart rate, and Green Lantern isn’t positive, but he keeps getting flashes of what looks like a translucent ring of rage on the kids finger?

"Call dibs! Call dibs!!"

Green Arrow isn't sure what that means, or who the white haired meta teenager barreling towards him is, but because of that desperate plea he knows not to shoot.

Then the teenager goes through him, and stops directly behind him, using him as a shield as another meta, this one dressed like a vampire or something stops in front of Green Arrow.

"Daniel, enough. I am willing to take the task of educating-"

"Dibs."

Green Arrow blinks.

The vampire blinks.

"Beg pardon?" The vampire asks.

"Dibs. I call dibs." Green Arrow repeats.

He has...a vague idea that he's probably calling dibs on the kid behind him, for hero training purposes if the jumpsuit is anything to go by. Honestly, he hadn't even meant to say dibs, he'd just heard the vampire guys voice and hated it so much he called it.

"You have no idea what you're-"

"Sidekick. This is my sidekick now. I called dibs, you didn't." Green Arrow shrugs in a 'what can you do' motion, quietly grabbing one of his arrows specially made for supernatural entities.

He got it from a business called 'Fentonworks', and he hopes it'll actually do what it's namesake says, and work.

"I am working in his best interest!"

"And I called dibs."

"He doesn't even use arrows!"

"I've just decided I wanna learn how to use arrows," the kid breaks in, winded.

Green Arrow nods sagely.

"See? He's just decided he wants to learn."

The situation devolves from there and Green Arrow ends up shooting the vampire in the ass with one of those Fentonworks arrows, finding out that yes, they do work as intended.

Afterwards, he's left with an exhausted meta teen, who didn't use that fight as a chance to run away, like what would have been the smart thing to do.

"Sorry, I also need you to get these off of me," the teen says, holding out his arms and revealing a pair of metal cuffs.

...

Green Arrow shouldn't have aimed for that guys ass.

He should have aimed for his dick.

Why am I suddenly picturing a Danny that doesn’t need to sleep because of his ghost half and is seen near constantly, and inconsistent times because of it. He becomes the cryptid Taxi in town-

Now I need a fic where Danny Phantom is an uber driver and has to deal with the batfam ordering him around town, chase scenes, maybe even an intangible moment

One of them yelling, “DRIVE DRIVE DRIVE” maybe killer croc or a big bodied bad chasing after the car (manbat?)

The tips he’d get, but also the complaints because these mfs keep bleeding into the seats

(A scene where he drives into the cave while a bat is knocked tf out in his back seat, drops them off in the med bay, and drives out like a ghost car)

yess! It would be so interesting putting his talents into like, creating non-deadly escape rooms, or creating Indiana Jones-esc stories with all the temple riddles and puzzles for the hero to solve. 🤩

A knife!

I feel like if Danny ever moved to Gotham he would get mugged way too often. He’s got his ghost sense to warn him of supernatural dangers, but he’s got nothing for living beings.

So I’d imagine the trio would make a joke out of it after the first few times.

“Gimme your money and no one gets hurt!”

Danny just looks the robber up and down and then starts snickering.

“You think this is funny kid?! I’ll gut you here and now!”

The mugger pulls a knife out and steps forward threateningly, Danny doesn’t notice because he’s doubled over in laughter now.

The guys kinda unnerved but he lunges anyways. Danny ends up with a knife in his side and an unconscious thug slumped beside him.

He snaps a quick selfie and sends it to the chat.

Sam- Another one bites the dust

Tucker- L in the chat for mugger.

Jazz- L

Sam- L

Danny- L

Tucker- Is that the third one this week?

Danny- fourth

Jazz- Wait what’s that on your shirt?

Danny-…

Jazz- Danny what is that.

Danny- A knife!

Jazz- No!

It's a few years after AGIT and Danny's off to college! Gotham City University specifically.

Things are going well, he's going for a mechanical engineering degree. Sam and Tucker are around and when they're not too busy they meet up, he's even making friends outside of the Amity social-circle. He works as a medium to pay his bills and, surprise-surprise bringing shades back to the ghost zone is easy for a kid who fought supervillain level ghosts in highschool.

Tiny problem though, nobody in Amity taught Danny to be "human". He obviously knows not to float around in public just cause his feet are tired, but his friends know human eyes don't glow to really show when you're annoyed. They all like him still but, Everybody thinks he's something.

His classmates: think he's possessed by a demon.

The Bats: think he's possessed by a snich ghost.

His new friends: think he's a closeted meta.

Danny: thinks he's crushing the whole secret-identity thing ;)

this is definitely how I originally imagined it from the main post, but the “twins” Au version of this story is also really. I’m eagerly awaiting the next part, and hoping for Clark to show up soon. 👀☺️

There's something falling from the sky, and Clark, Kon, and Kara are all off planet. Martha prepares as best as she can.

Because it looks like it's making a beeline for her fields.

She has no idea what makes her fields such a magnet for this, but she's certain it's not an asteroid. She couldn't say how she knows, just that she does.

It looks like a ship of some sort, with blinking lights and reflective surfaces.

She's debating on whether or not to sound the alarm and call one of Clark's friends, since she doesn't know if this alien will be friendly or not, when she notices something.

That ship isn't coming in smooth.

It is, in fact, tearing itself apart the lower it gets.

Then, with a final, ear piercing boom, it completely shatters.

Martha's eye is drawn to a rather round piece that broke off and shot towards the very edge of her property.

She doesn't call one of Clark's friends.

She gets the first aid kit and gets in the truck.

~~~~~~

Dan is flying the Specter Speeder through the Infinite Realms, an unconscious Danny on the floor of it behind him.

The twerp's injured.

He can't treat him.

He has to outrun the GIW and their own Speeders.

In desperation, he does a hard turn right into a temporary portal. The kind that blinks out of existence almost as soon as they get made.

He appears in the exosphere of another Earth.

No GIW Speeder follows him, but he's got a new problem; this thing isn't meant for the force re-entering Earth's atmosphere will put on it.

He puts it on autopilot, ordering it to find an empty area with good Ley Lines, and turns to start arranging both himself and Danny into the escape pod.

He can't activate it, or it'll also be subjected to the forces currently tearing the Speeder apart.

He'll have to stay in the pod, shielding his clone/twin as best as he can, while they hurtle towards Earth.

The last thing he remembers is the pod breaking away from the Speeder and hitting the ground.

The next thing he knows, he's waking up on the floor of a farmhouse, covered in bandages.

For those new to the Danny Phantom fandom

Assume any and all fanfics have bad parents Maddie and Jack Fenton and vivisection/dissection unless stated otherwise

Danny has to be the most impressive or overpowered there just because

Phantom planet? Don't know her

Canon is barely a thing

We have achieved the creation of a culture within the ghost zone with absolutely no basis on canon that we all agree upon and it's your business to figure out

Yes, that ship exists and it's quite popular

No matter the time of year there's always a fandom event going on

ok, but like, YES! I want to see the drama and pandemonium that unfolds as all the heroes attempt to literally just, leave their world behind. Especially the ones who had close loved ones sent to Danny’s dimension by Waller. Like, the chaos as every single hero in the world (no, not just the important ones. All of them. I stand by this.) attempt to fight Waller for the portal gun. After all, what’s she going to do? Shoot them with it? Perfect! Then they can go be with Danny and the others. If not, then they manage to get the gun like they wanted and take care of it themselves. Either way, they get what they wanted. Of course, once they actually get their hands on the portal gun, they of course remember to bring all the important people still with them, I.e. Any and all family and friends that were willing to come. (which is also almost all of them, because, if Danny’s that close with the heroes, and watched many of their kids. You know dam well that he was close with their families too. There might be a friend of two that choose to stay behind though.)

Meanwhile, the citizens and governments are loosing it. What do you mean all the heroes are leaving?! Where are they going?! How are we supposed to survive without them?! This was Waller’s fault? Why have you doomed us?! And all this, meanwhile the world also looses literally, at least half the population. Nobody realized just how many heroes earth had until suddenly, they were gone.

Back in Amity Park, there’s another form of chaos brewing, because, where tf are all these people comming from? Their town is not big enough to house this many people. How do they all know Danny? Why do they act like they’ve known him for decades? Also, don’t they look suspiciously like those DC heroes?

Sam and Tucker just, like, fangirl/boying over all the heroes, and being absolutely gobsmacked to hear about his adventures. But also, every ones right, it really is starting to get quite crowded here. Maybe they can stay in the ghost zone? There’s plenty of space there? Que the heroes finding out that, not only is their dimension a whole comic book brand here (which, ooooh, that explains why he trusted us so easily early on-) and also, that he has a f- ton more powers here and is the King of the dimension of the dead, which also happens to connect any and all dimensions. Like, excuse me, what? He’s powerful enough to go toe to toe with the heavy hitters back home, and has been protecting his town form many, many attacks on the daily, by himself, for all these years? He became the Ghost King how now?! The entire town was taken to the ghost zone and he had to fight previous king, and has also fought beings fhaf are basically gods being based off of concepts. Tf?!

Danny fucking isekaied himself, and he's not super sure how to get back.

So Tucker, the nerd, is super into DC.

Danny?

Not so much.

Sure, he'll half-listen to Tucker's rants on DC, but he's not really up to date on what's going on in the DCU. Sue him, it's not something that ever really grabbed his attention.

Well, maybe it should have grabbed his attention.

Because he got shot with his parents newest invention, and woke up on the streets of Gotham.

He has no powers other than his healing factor and ability to see/talk to ghosts.

He barely knows what the fuck is going on, but he does know about all the fucked up possibilities Tucker won't shut up about (Injustice, court of owls, that weird Owlman instead of Batman thing, something about the green lanterns being possessed, vampires or zombies or hell, maybe both? The list goes on and fucking ON), so he's pretty sure he knows the danger signs to look out for.

He just has to avoid any superheroes, at all, and get the hell out of Gotham as soon as possible.

Except that he's uh.

He's a little before Tucker's reading, he thinks?

Batman literally just debuted the night before, and there's only a few glimpses of the Man of Steel.

But it's fine! It's fine.

Danny just has to...somehow get back home?

...What city was the Flash in again?

Amity Park, The New transylvania Town.

Got inspired by this beautiful post <- By this person @nerdpoe <-

Due to Amity Park town folks is completely independent on Ectoplasm air and liquid, but totally allergic to the sun in daylight.

They found a loophole that they could go out at night, but nobody able to leave fully from amity park due to the lack of ectoplasm that cause them to become weak, their skin paler then white paint, lengthing fangs, eyes nearly glowing onimous green from ecto- starving and the instable rage induced that come with it.

The Fenton and Frostbite came up with the temporary solution, which was modified thermos bottles full of ectoplasm, which end up becoming a business around town.

The unfortunate side effect seems to make the pure ectoplasm turn red and heavy scented like blood outside the town.

Family, lovers, and friends that visited Amity Park would come back with a 4 boxes stuff to the brim with bottled up ectoplasm to get refilled and visit the town again every 2 months to the point rumors started to come due to some crazed theory.

That Amity Park became a town of vampires. The rumors start another rumor that they never leave the town at all due to the dark clouds cover it's entirely. (The saturated ectoplasm clouds look like dark fog clouds above the sky)

People who came to visit and come back with boxes full of bottled up blood.

Then, when rumors reach the ears of the Justice League, it would be a year in Amity Park to become a much bigger community than when it used to be a small town.

I agree, we need a fic of this, anyone, pls-

Wally West is sacrificed to summon the Ghost King.

They cut him up, use his blood for the sigil, and have him bound in the middle of it.

But instead of the Ghost King, Wally gets a freaking out teenager who is trying his best.

Danny, meanwhile, was in the middle of taking an English test when he was ripped from the classroom and into some weird secret base. Good news, there's no way Lancer can get mad at him for this. Bad news, he's in human form and there's a hero bleeding out.

continuation from a separate post thread (Danny is Bruce’s clone). Op said the old post got too long, so they made a new one. Had to share the new story. ☺️

Clone Danny long post

The footprints lead Alfred out of the room and to the right but quickly dried up on the short hair carpet.

Alfred checked every room to the right of Danny's. He had to have left the family wing. 40 minutes of searching later, Alfred was about to go down yet another hallway when he heard faint music and metal clanging. He walked closer to the sound until he could make out some words.

🎶I- can hear the sound of violins🎶

🎶long before- it begins🎶

The gym. Someone is at the gym. He told Dick to relax. This is the opposite of relaxing. He stops for a moment outside the door to gather himself. People listen to empathy more than anger. When Alfred pushed the door open and looked down at the workout area, he didn't see a disobedient clown. No. Instead, he was forcibly dragged back to 1989, staring at a 13 year old Bruce doing chest presses. He always looked the most at ease when he was at the gym. The rest of the time, he would be looking for his parents' killer or discovering seacret organizations. Alfred used to cherish the time Bruce spent at the gym because he knew it was the closest he could get to calm. Shortly, Danny put down his 3 kg weights and addressed Alfred.

"Morning, Alfred. Breakfast already? Thought I had more time." He sounded like Bruce, more than just his voice. Danny had his own way of talking, but this was all Bruce.

"Young Master," best not to object to his perceived reality, whatever that may be. "It's almost seven in the afternoon, not morning." The sun would have spoiled that for him anyway. "And dinner will be ready in two hours."

"Oh, ok. I'll be there at nine then." Danny simply went over to the next station in his routine. Right as he sat down on the floor, something seemed to dawn on him. "Alfred? Did something happen to me?" He asked innocently.

Alfred remained frozen, staring at the young boy. "What would give you that idea?"

"I woke up in a different room than usual, I had to switch down all my weights, and the files in my father's office have been moved. And then you came in looking like you've seen a ghost." Ever the detective.

"Nothing gets past you. I'm afraid you had a rather bad fever and spent a few days in bed. I would like to examine your health, but it can wait. Let's say, eight-thirty? Before dinner?"

"Kitchen at eight-thirty, got it."

Alfred left the room and braced himself on the door. He thinks he's Bruce. He probably thinks it's the 80s or 90s, too. It's a good thing most everyone is out hunting down clues and/or committing extreme acts of violence.

Danny had changed into an all black suit (bowtie and kerchief included) before coming to the kitchen at 8:27. Hmm, he does like to be punctual. His temperature and heart rate were normal, for once he didn't have bags under his eyes, which responded in time to light. But, he was definitely younger than he was when he arrived. Dick wasn't imagining that.

"Can you tell me your name, age, and today's date?"

"Bruce Thomas Wayne, 12, almost 13, today is November, uh," He struggled a bit. "17th? Maybe a bit later, 1988." He avoided eye contact. "Just so we're clear, I wouldn't have known today's date even if I hadn't been sick."

Alfred smiled a little, remembering how much he used to care about getting good scores on everything. "I'll be sure to include that in the report." He retorted sarcastically, earning a small grin back. "Now go wash up, dinners almost ready."

As per routine, Alfred started by bringing out the helthiest dishes. They all knew it was a trick to get them to eat vegetables, but no one was ever willing to wait. Danny was so hungry, even the brussel sprouts were appetizing. Now if Alfred could just stop staring at him and actually put the container on the table.

"Alfred?"

"W, what?"

"Are you OK?"

Danny had combed his hair when he'd asked him to wash up. This was Bruce. This was the boy Alfred raised. The one who had fallen asleep in his arms every night for months because he refused to be alone in the dark. The one who used to "forget" to tell Alfred about the handfuls of peanut butter in his pockets, ruining thousand dollars dress pants on six different occasions. The one who wanted to keep street cats knowing full well he was allergic.

"Do you need a day off? Or maybe a week?"

"What? No. I'm alright master Bruce. Just, uhm, glad to see you have your appetite back. That's all." Keep it together now. He set down a steaming glass dish full of baked carrots, sweet potatoes, bell peppers, onions, brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, and mushrooms.

Danny took as big a serving as he could fit (vegetables can only go in the top right on his plate), making sure not to let the butter run too much. The next dish was steamed turnip. Crap. Another vegetable. Can't mix them. Can't put it somewhere else. The only option is to finish the baked vegetables fast.

By the time he finished his quarter of a turnip, six more dishes had already shown up. How many people does Alfred think live here?

At 21:11 Dick walked into the dining room. Dressed in a plain shirt and pants. The two boys looked like they were going to entirely different events.

"Hello." Danny invited. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"This gentleman is detective Richard Grayson." Alfred interjected. "Master Dick, would you care to join us for dinner?"

"Oh, where are my manners? Here, have a seat. There's plenty of food."

The dinner after that was awkward, but nice. It's good to have some company once in a while. Ever since his parents died, it's just been him and Alfred.

He did wake up late in the afternoon, so it shouldn't be such a surprise that he got to stay up and watch his gray ghost VHS tapes way later than his usual bedtime. Only interrupted occasionally by Alfred, making sure he's keeping all that food down. He had to have been really sick. He doesn't even remember throwing up recently.

He must have dosed off at some point because he was awoken abruptly at some horrid hour of the night by an ear pierceing scream. He hurried to its sorce in the family wing where he saw what looked like another Bruce, except this one had white hair and wore a black onesie. He appeared to be melting into a glowing green sludge. Bruce knelt down and grabbed the boy, who stopped screaming. Opting to bury his face in Bruce's chest instead.

Alfred came just as the gruesome scene was over. 4:50 am, same place, same time, every night. Alfred had hoped something had improved when the screaming stopped early. But rather than the typical gorey mess, there was Danny, inconsolable and covered in slime.

"Wh, wh, ah?" Who was that? What was that?? Why was that???

"Master da- Bruce." At lightning speed, Alfred was on his knees and holding Danny. "Come on, you don't have to be here." He tried to lift him up, but Danny resisted.

"...Why do you have the carpet cleaner?" He accused. "Did you know this would happen?"