Something Primal Is Itching In Me And I Need To Write Danny Fenton Escaping The Zombie Apocolypse And

please read the reblogs. This is crack fic at it’s finest, and I got many giggles out of it.

Ra's smiled as he looked at the young Detective. He was trapped. If he did not acquiesce to Ra's's demands, then his new friend would perish. The other boy's shirt was already soaked with his blood.

The other boy did not look concerned by the fact that he was losing blood in the slightest and Ra's wondered where Timothy had found someone too stupid to realize their mortal peril.

"Well," said the other boy as he stretched--wasn't that the arm Ra's had cut off? "It's nice to know that the whole 'elderly Froot Loop' who wants to force a teen into being his protege is something that transcends dimensions."

Timothy looked at the other boy. Then his eyes moved to the ground, where the severed arm was still lying. "No shit," he asked.

"Sadly, no. Ugh, I'm covered in blood again." The other boy--flickered. That was the best way that Ra's could describe it. The blood then fell through his body to land on the floor. "That's better."

"Oh, that's good. You must save a fortune on cleaning."

"You'd think so, wouldn't you?"

Bruce has always been...complicated. With his kids. Granted, the life they lead doesn't make anything easy, but he has always, in some way, failed them.

Watching them all die was evidence enough of that.

If he'd trained them properly, if he'd been there for them, then they wouldn't have died.

All of them came back, but that doesn't forgive that they died in the first place.

So when he came across a fumbling teen hero, with no mentors, who had come to Bruce's attention already dead, he feels that he's been granted a chance.

This kid, should he train him, isn't at risk of dying on Bruce. This kid, who really does need the help, is not a kid that Bruce would ever consider his kid; he has a ghostly home (a haunt) and a ghostly family (a fraid) that love him very much.

Bruce's only position in Phantom's life would be as a teacher.

He's been granted a chance to see if his emotional attachment to his sons (and daughter) is interfering with his ability to train them properly, or if he's just lacking in the knowledge of how to effectively train a teenager for combat.

With Phantom's living impaired situation, if it turns out it's just his teaching skills, then Phantom won't actually die.

Phantom doesn't come by Gotham often, but he manages to pop in just enough that Bruce hammers out a training schedule with him.

He doesn't mean to start ignoring Damian or Tim or Dick, it's just that Phantom needs so much more assistance. He knows basic combat, but not the kind of combat he'll need in the wider world of heroes vs villains.

Phantom needs more work in how to think tactically. Phantom needs more work in sticking to the training schedule, or to any schedule. Phantom needs help understanding high school classes he can't interact with due to being dead.

All in all, Phantom just needs more help.

That's all it is. That's it.

~~~~~~

Damian is...upset. He's upset.

He's pissed.

This random stranger, who isn't even one of his brothers, is taking all of Father's attention. Not even paternal attention, the other teen is stealing away all the time and effort required to ensure Damian's training doesn't slip for himself.

Timothy, too, is noticing the lack of attention to training, and has taken it upon himself to drop by more often to fill in for Father, sparring with Damian and going over training exercises.

Richard, as well, is not only noticing but very annoyed. He's pulling Father aside and has had many furiously whispered conversations with him, but to no avail.

Nights when Phantom is present Damian already knows Father will pair with the dead hero instead of him, leaving Damian to partner with one of his brothers.

Timothy and Richard insist that it's just some strange and outlandish ploy Father is playing, but Damian knows better.

It's because he isn't good enough.

It's because he failed to meet Father's expectations.

He will have to push himself, then, to exceed them.

He can start by going on patrol alone.

itty bitty danger noodles

so cute 🥰 Now I need one of Tim finding something of equivalence with Danny. Like, maybe Danny takes notes on the back of his blueprints while he works, and they start to be filled with things to tell Tim later, or something.

Love, Scribbled in the Margins

Tim keeps journals—pages filled with scattered thoughts, half-formed ideas, reminders hastily scribbled in the margins before they slip from his mind. His penmanship is erratic, sometimes neat, sometimes a barely legible scrawl. There’s no structure, no careful curation—just the unfiltered chaos of his thoughts, poured onto the pages with reckless honesty.

Danny finds them everywhere.

There’s one on Tim’s desk, filled with quick notes and unfinished sketches. Another by the bed, pages warped from where Tim has knocked over his coffee more than once. One tucked into his jacket, carried with him wherever he goes. And when Danny opens them, he finds something unexpected.

Not plans for patrols. Not mission reports or Gotham’s latest conspiracies.

No, these journals are something else. Something just for Danny.

There are messy, hurried notes—things Tim meant to tell him but hadn’t yet, thoughts that slipped his mind in the rush of the day. Scattered reminders: Tell Danny about the ghost dog that stole my sandwich. Ask Danny if ectoplasm works the same way as Lazarus water. Danny likes lemon biscuits. Find a good recipe?

There are doodles, too. Little sketches of Danny in the margins, some more detailed than others. A rough, unfinished one of him asleep on the couch, another of his hands, a quick, cartoonish scribble of Danny sticking his tongue out with the words annoying boyfriend scrawled underneath.

It’s messy. It’s chaotic. And it’s so Tim.

Danny had always imagined love as something poetic, something grand and beautiful, the kind of thing written in sweeping verses that promised forever. The kind of love you read about in stories, in letters written with elegant penmanship, every word crafted with care.

Tim’s love isn’t like that. It isn’t neatly composed or carefully written.

It’s raw. It’s real. It’s a thousand little moments captured in ink-stained fingers and smudged notes. It’s love scribbled into the corners of his life, unpolished and unfiltered.

And Danny? Danny wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Because love, he realizes, isn’t always the kind you find in poetry. Sometimes, it’s a journal filled with half-finished thoughts and silly drawings. Sometimes, it’s a name written absentmindedly in the corner of a page, over and over again. Sometimes, it’s as simple as a note that says, Thinking of you.

Love doesn’t have to be perfect to be real. It doesn’t have to be grand to mean everything.

And like honey pulled straight from the comb, love is sweetest when it’s raw.

the other reblogs are good, but this is my favorite. Love the angst. 🙃

DP X DC Prompt #80

Jack and Maddie slip through a natural portal and end up in Gotham.

help, someone, we have to come up with another half application that one of the bats would say. I need the chaos!

Duke, who is tired of being bullied for still having only a few spots checked off on vigilante bingo, decides to get even when family game night includes Never Have I Ever. Danny, who is either a friend or basically adopted family at this point, was invited.

He brings up the fact that he has never died and been brought back to life. Multiple fingers are put down, groans and complaints are made, and then they all turn to Danny when he just stares at the ground.

"If it happened more than once, do I put more fingers down? Or just the one?" he asks. The room falls silent for a few seconds before the flood of questions start.

Dany/Dani: Shrugs

Glow stick Danny

Danny, Dani, and Conner were all hanging out in the Young Justice tower. Danny and Dani were new editions; only there for a month

Mom and dad had found out about his powers, and actually took them reallly well, even if they were horrified about what they said and planned about Phantom: being Live Vivisected does hurt, after all.

They urged Danny to join the young justice, even going as far as flagging Superman down, who was flying over their city, coming back from a trip, to convince him: Danny was embarrassed, and still can’t look him in the eye.

A few weeks later; Dani shows up, and it’s revealed that she’s Danny’s clone; essentially his daughter. Superman fought for her to stay away, but Danny is now bitter because of Superman’s words about clones and such, and said he will leave the team right there, right now if Dani gets removed or kicked out. So, Batman allows her to stay, and join the team in order to learn how to control her powers better.

And that’s where we are now.

Dani is regaling tales of when the two first met to Conner, who is fascinated and slightly jealous that the two have as good of a relationship as they do.

And then the power goes out. Dani sighs and turns to her template using her puppy eyes to get what she wants. Danny sighs and stands up, leans halfway backwards, all the way until his back pops and does a little bit of a shimmy before a bright green glow Emmits from his stomach

“Happy now?” He asks, amused and exsasperated. Dani thumbs up, sitting real close to

(I imagine Dani scared of the dark, because it looks similar to Vlad’s lab at night, and that brings her mind back to being in his clutches)

Conner Freaks.

“What?! Huh?! Danny what happened?? What did you do?!”

“I became a glow stick”/“he became a glow stick”

Conners eyes went wider than saucers; and suddenly the whole tower shook at his voice boomed “WHAT?!?”

Ok, this addition is golden. So are many of the others, you should definitely check them out, but, I can’t help but love the idea of the Barclan slowly getting smaller and smaller as they all get sent to infiltrate Arkham 1 at a time, and as soon as they get there, they just go: What’s this? Mystery no one can solve? Must know. Need to go back? What for? Too much unknown here. Must stay.

Bonus points if the rougues know that the bats are there too, but like, they’re trying to figure this out too, so fuck it. Let them help. The more people the better.

In Arkham they don't allow outside media in fear of the rouges getting any ideas. This leads to them treating the staff like their own personal TV show, this leads to a level of parasocial obsession that can often be detrimental (See Harley Quinn as a notable example). So when DR. Jazz Fenton comes in with subtle hinting of government conspiracies and a 'i've seen worse' attitude they are INVESTED. Meany of them are staying just for the show, their plans can wait they NEED to know this woman's backstory.

"hey it's been awfully quiet"

"Yeah, new hire at Arkham, it happens sometimes"

*3 months later*

"sooo"

"yeah something's definitely up"

Ghost adoption is a sacred thing, because, once accepted by both sides, it can’t be undone. The entities are forever tied together by the infinite realms. It might have started as a joke, but both the phantoms and John slowly started to actually see each other as family. Once it was official, well, ghost adoption is permanent after all. Constantine may not be part ghost or liminal, but he is part demon, and that’s close enough. The DNA and look changes? Simple. Things are a little different since they’re all still alive (well, partially, but still).

But, unintentional bonus points for John. He just tied his soul to the King of the Infinite realms for all eternity and has effectively cheated all of his contracts, however accidentally it may have been. Downside, he can’t make any more new deals, because the demons can sense who he’s connected to now, but, he’s got some really powerful backup now that the ghost children have magic, so he doesn’t really need to make any new contracts anymore.

I made another post about Danny and about how the justice league believes that something exists in the ghost zone then that makes it exist, but I had an idea since then.

So as a joke, John and Danny claim to be related. (Jazz, Dan, and Dani get in on it too.)

Batman: ...you have a family.

John: what? You think you're the only one with kids?

Batman: that *points at Dan* is a grown ass man.

Dan: hey dad, Jazz wants to know if you'll pick up some milk from the store, she says we're out.

John: sure, she want anything else?

Dan: nah but Dani wants you to grab some pizza while you're there.

Batman:....

And at some point, they start coming to him with their problems.

Dan needs a place to stay? Johns couch is free.

Danny needs help with schoolwork? John might not know what the answer is, but he'll try and help.

Jazz needs someone to rant to? She'll call John.

Dani needs help dismantling a cult? John will be right there in an hour.

They don't acknowledge it outloud, but if they have a problem John is the first person they think of to call for help.

The ghost zone and it's inhabitants also accept John as the ghost kids parent, like if they say it's true then it must be true.

Then they start changing just a bit.

Their hair gets lighter (closer to blonde) their eyes change by a couple shades, and unknown to them, their DNA changes.

And they don't really notice it...

Until they start developing magic.

And Jazz nearly kills someone with that magic when her breakfast attacks her.

Take a break, pause and watch the adorable bbys cross your screen and just enjoy the peace for a few moments.

now 2 beanie baby dragons are crossing your dash together :3