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DC X DP: VACATION TO A DIFFERENT UNIVERSE Pt. 1

CW: mentions of death

TLDR: Danny is stressed and depressed feeling like despite all the changes in his life, he feels like he is still the same.

Word Count: 1310

a/n: I plan on making multiple parts to this one but it will take some time. This is more a draft to part 1 than anything else and will most likely end up on AO3 in the future as a more completed version of itself once it is done here on Tumblr. Any feedback and suggestions (or even if you want to continue this plot with your own spin on it as long as I am credited/ tagged so I can read it too!) is very much welcomed!!

Danny wanted a change.

Not just for fun either. Though fun would be nice between all these Ghost King responsibilities he had been forced to start learning for when he comes of age, or well not, technically?

He doesn't know! It's complicated! He was 17 now, but his ghost age was only 3! The Observants said to fully assume the throne his ghost age was supposed to be 18 at the youngest but they'd make an exception for when he was 18 in the living realm.

Ghee, thanks you weirdos, because I totally wanted my adult life to already be over so I can manage my undead life.

Anyways, between trying to graduate and learn his forever job, he had been going to therapy now that he isn't the only ghost fighter in town. He has breaks! A support system! 14 year old Danny would never believe his parents accepted him for his ghostly side!!

His friends learned to fight and trap so well over the years that they don't even need him by their side anymore for every fight. The GIW was chased out of town and supposedly disbanded by the government because "it was a scam and ghosts don't actually exist." Even his parent's business was booming in town.

They started leaving the field work to others and focused on research. They hold ghost defense classes 3 times a week for any and all citizens. They build home defense gadgets and other anti ghost equipment to sell to the town, too. There are even kids from his class who want to get into the field now and intern at FentonWorks.

Over the years, everyone in town has grown incredibly capable of handling ghosts themselves that there is a city funded ghost protection task force. And that is all to deal with the ghosts that are more on the unruly side.

The reality is that it is not exactly necessary anymore to always be prepared for the next daily ghost attack. Since it became public knowledge for the Ghost Zone that he'd be assuming the throne, most ghosts have opted to leave Amity Park alone since it was his haunt. However, he has opened it up to any ghost who wants to visit as long as they do not leave Amity Park. And so, ghosts and the living live in harmony in the town.

In his senior year, the town has become so open to ghosts that when a ghost whose obsession is teaching, they hired him at Casper High! Danny is even in the class. He teaches an elective on astronomy, something the school could never afford. Ghosts didn't want to be paid in cash, so it helped! All Dr. Denver wants was to teach and to be allowed to claim the observatory for his research.

But while all this was great, Danny felt depressed. Which leads him back to why he was in therapy. It felt like all these amazing things have happened. That everyone has changed, except him. Thanks to his halfa status, his physical state isn't changing as much either. He discovered he is aging much, much slower.

Talking to his therapist, she helped him realize that what he craved was for a change for himself. Sure, he IS going to become The Infinite Realms king and that'll be a big change but it isn't what he wants.

He doesn't know what he wants, really. Which meant his therapist has given him an assignment to figure it out. So he talked to Clockwork, naturally hoping for some help. And Clockwork told him something surprising instead.

"Yeah, I'm ready for a change, but I don't know what to change." Danny told him in hopes the wording would draw Clockwork to give him an answer instead of something cryptic. He really didn't want to do the legwork to figure it out while he had midterms to study for and more ghost king lessons with The Observants later.

Clockwork paused as if in thought, "You could take a vacation to your universe of origin," he suggests. "That may help give clarity in what you need to change to be happy."

Danny floated next to him. He couldn't bring himself to be frustrated with the being of time for knowing exactly why Danny was here. Instead, he stared at him in confusion, distracted by what he just said, "What do you mean? I am not from here?"

He grins, his form flickering from old to young, "When you became a halfa, you changed universes from the complicated process you went through to become one."

Danny contemplated for a moment, confused but intrigued. A different universe? I wonder how different it would be from here. Without a second thought, Danny grins eager.

"I wanna go!" He exclaims like a young puppy who discovered a new toy for the first time.

"That would not be a problem, time runs differently between there and here. A week there will be an hour here so you won't need a time medallion." Clockwork simply looks off into the space surrounding them before continuing, "I have a friend who will act as your guardian while there. Head through the star shaped door near the Yetis whenever you are ready and he will be standing by, waiting for you" He shifts back into an older version of himself, pleased with himself for already knowing Danny would be taking this chance to go and made the preparations for this moment weeks ago.

Danny does a small dance in midair without a second thought and starts to drift off in that direction, "Oh, and Danny?" Clockwork calls out, "Legally, you are dead in that universe and.. well, much is different from what you know, so do be careful. Due to how time and the laws of that dimension for being such as myself, I am not the main ruler of time there, so the protection spells I placed on you are not guaranteed to save you this time." Clockwork grins knowingly towards Danny as Danny speeds off, oblivious to how serious his warning was.

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Danny flies like the wind through the vastness of The Ghost Zone until he arrives at the door Clockwork described. His thoughts start to sour at the thought of this universe where he is considered dead despite it being his origin.

The door he arrives at is huge. Like he was not sure how to open the door huge. But wow, was it beautiful. It was like staring into space itself. It sparkled unlike any night sky he has even gazed upon. As he approached the beautiful door, he hesitated.

He was technically returning home, but he didn't feel any attachment to the universe in front of him. To him, nothing seemed different. Everything was exactly the same when he woke up after the accident, so he never noticed. The entire idea that he abandoned his family and friends by dying here was a horrible thought, but it wasn't his fault. He didn't know what happened here.

Wait, did that mean Vlad wasn't from that universe either? Danny shakes his head at the thought. It was pointless to fall down that particular rabbit hole now.

Maybe he should've asked Clockwork more before flying off without a thought. Clockworks words echoed inside him for fear of what he might find. Was this really a good idea? To return to the place he no longer existed? Could he handle seeing what the grief of his passing had done to those he loved?

A moment passes, and Danny shakes his head and steels himself. He needs to know how much changes, if he really did make an impact. Was he important?

With his decision made, the door seems to open itself. A bright beam of a soft white light floods through the threshold, and Danny steps through.

DC X DP: My Specter Roommate

CW: none

Tldr: Tim has a few odd experiences in his apartment only to learn he doesn't live alone.

Word Count: 417

Sometimes, it is easier to have space from everyone at the Manor. It is easier to decompress and take a breather from the madness the manors' halls can sow. That's why Tim got an apartment near Wayne Enterprises' main office.

It was well worth the investment and wasn't bad either. It was a two bedroom, one bathroom, close to the tower, cheap for the area and between him and all his siblings offering to help, secure.

No one would've bat an eye if he just used trust fund money or asked Bruce to pay for it, but Tim wanted to try to do this on his own. After all, he was old enough to vote, might as well act like an adult, and learn to live like it. The arrangement was kind of nice, however lonely too.

And that loneliness is why he didn't immediately call Constantine or some other magic user hero after coming to the conclusion his apartment was haunted. It took an embarrassingly long time for Tim to notice it, perhaps because he doesn't spent as much time here as he thinks he does between running WE and his night job.

The specter seemed harmless enough in Tim's opinion. He first noticed the strangeness when he was certain he left dirty dishes in the sink the night prior only to wake up and find them not only cleaned but put away too. He thought it was just his mind tricking him then so he carried on with his day only feeling uneasy if anything.

The next noticeable sign he was being haunted was when he set his coffee down on his desk and walked away to take a phone call. When he returned, the cup was significantly less and on the opposite corner where he left it. Maybe he mindlessly moved it or drank it while on the phone?

If it was a ghost, kind of rude, but ok, at least they didn't knock it over the case file he was reading.

His final confirmation was finding an envelope on the coffee table with a note and $100 in it.

Dear Tim,

I'm sorry for stealing your coffee, I decided I like it here and need a new haunt. Hope 100 is good enough for this months rent

DP

Not only was his roommate a ghost, but a polite one. Tim was so tired from his night job he didn't even care, just shrugged and decided it was tomorrow's problem and went to bed.

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a/n: Found this in my drafts, don't remember where the plot was going so enjoy this little drabble. If I figure out where to go with this I'll make a part 2.

DC X DP Ghost Dog

CW: Blood, Violence

TLDR: Jason is fighting a losing battle against a new opponent he is having trouble hitting. This leads to him being chased and running into Danny whose chilling in an alley.

Word Count: 1326

a/n: Might write more where more Batfam encounter Danny and Danny's perspective, may even rewriting the ending of this. I got the idea from a prompt someone posted here on Tumblr and I forgot to save it but I'd love to tag them if anyone can help me find them! The prompt was something along the lines of Danny will randomly appear in alleys with items that the person needs exactly to solve a problem they were having.

Jason emptied his clip a long while ago and was now being chased through Crime Alley by some sort of dog. It was big. If was angry and it was... green?

The bullets did nothing to it but aggravated the thing and so it chased him. His comms weren't working to call for backup and he was getting tired. It's been 15 minutes of running and that was before you add on he was trying to fight the thing prior and he was now injured after taking a hit meant for a civilian.

He jumped off the rooftop, stumbling. Instead of catching the opposite ledge he plummeted to the ground. A dumpster broke his fall. But damn did it hurt, especially with a prexisting slash of claws on his side. He was still human after all. He had some time but he did not want to waste a single second before it could catch back up to him. So, begrudgingly and in pain, Jason pushed himself back up and out the dumpster.

"Great I'm going to smell like rotten fish for a week" he muttered to no one in particular as he brushed garbage off him.

Before he could formulate a game plan, his thought process froze. He looked up in confusion and blinked. Then blinked again as he stared at what he saw.

A kid with black hair and looked incredibly scrawny sat on a stoll behind a table with a sign "Clockworks Goods and Services!" The kid seemed unbothered with headphones on and eyes closed as he leaned back against the wall of the alley.

Hell the kid almost looked like Damian. If he has blue eyes he'd be a perfect candidate for a Bruce adoption. But why was a kid here.. selling his services?

Jason takes a moment to listen out and notice it is oddly quiet which meant the green dog must not be close yet so he takes advantage of the situation to figure out what the hell is going on here. He takes a step forward and looks at the contents on the table. It was empty except for a single bell with faded writing saying "ring me!" And so he did.

The kid opens his eyes with a start. They were piercing blue. Oh Bruce would fall for this kid instantly, he thinks to himself.

"Oh evening!" The kid starts as he stands up stretching as he removes his headphones from his head. "It looks like you're in need of my services. What is your problem today?"

The kid was so nonchalant as he spoke and moved around. The kid glanced at the table and furrowed his brow. "My names Danny by the way" he quickly adds on.

Jason stares at Danny through his mask perplexed. Something about this didn't sit right with him. It was late at night and Danny was hanging out in an alleyway selling services yet he looked not a day over 15.

But something drives him to answer Danny's question and answer it truthfully, "I'm fighting something and none of my attacks are working on it but it's causing destruction and hurting the people of Crime Alley. It even managed to injure me"

As soon as he says it, he wants to smack himself. Why would he need to tell the kid that? He shoyld be telling him to grt out of here, that it isn't safe.

Danny however shrugs like this was normal for him and looks down at the table again. The plastic folding tables surface remained empty except for the bell but Danny seems confused at this.

"Huh usually it appears when you say it." Danny mutters and proceeds to look under the table then behind him.

Jason however is further confused and raises a hand to his helmet to try his comms again. Unsurprisingly he hears only static. What he does hear instead of his families voices, is the barking of a dog in the distance and something crashing.

Aw shit.

Jason looks up then towards the entrance of the alley with a sigh, "Look, kid, I'm going to circle back to you and your... weirdness later, for now, you need to find somewhere safe while I deal with an abnormally large and green dog."

This seems to catch Danny's attention as he jerks back upright and looks at me. He stares, and I see the wheels in his head turn. He sighs, and his shoulders slump inwards.

"I get it now. I'm the service you need" Danny rolls his shoulders back and steps out from behind the table, heading to the entrance of the alley.

"Woah kid stay back! It's dangerous!" Jason calls out behind him as he jogs to catch up, only slightly twitching in pain as he moves. The kid was incredibly fast for someone who looked malnourished.

As soon as Jason reaches the street, he turns to see where the kid had gone. His eyes widened at the sight of Danny walking like it was just another day towards the rampaging dog.

Danny stops just out of reach of the green dog and whistles two quick notes. The dog pauses and looks towards Danny, its fast twisting from one of anger to excitement as evident with its tail wagging.

“Cujo!” Danny yells, “Bad dog! Drop the car!” the dog whines and drops the car it had in its mouth with a loud thud.

The dog, Jason now knows as Cujo, gets low to the ground and its ears press against its head like any dogs would when they are embarrassed or know they’ve been caught doing something they weren’t supposed too.

“Come here boy! It’s time to take you home!” Danny calls out to it, producing a glowing green dog treat from his pockets.

Jason just watches the entire encounter unfold, gobsmacked. He doesn’t know what to think of it. He couldn’t believe his luck. It was that simple. Who is this kid? As Jason continues to watch his jaw drops to the floor at what happens next.

The dog starts shrinking until it is ithe size of a puppy and comes bounding up to Danny with little playful barks. Danny scoops Cujo up with a sigh and scratches Cujos head right behind his ears.

Danny turns to look towards me, the street where Cujo came from a mess. He gives a sheepish smile and wave, “Sorry about that! I didn’t think Cujo followed me today! I’ll speak to my dog sitter about watching him more carefully next time!”

Danny turns back towards the chaos Cujo created on the street and glances at his watch. “Well, it’s time for me to clock out. I’ll send someone to clean up the mess! Sorry again!” Danny pauses for a moment as he glances once more at Jason, squinting.

A green glowing portal opens up behind Danny and he looks between Jason and the portal. He sets Cujo down and directs him to go through the portal. Danny jogs over to Jason, digging through his pockets.

“Oh sorry you’re hurt and sick. Probably my fault honestly. Here.” Danny shoves something into Jason's hands before he can protest, dumbfounded by what just happened, “That should get rid of the tainted Lazarus Waters in your soul and let your injury heal up like normal. Sorry again!”

Jason just stares before finally getting his bearings again, “Who the hell are you?!”

Danny just laughs, “I’m just your friendly neighborhood ghost.” and with that Danny leaves through the portal, it closing behind him leaving destruction and a baffled Jason in the street.

Like Danny promised, not even a few minutes later, another portal opened up in the streets of Crime Alley, spilling out dozens of glowing green people, who Jason started to believe were really ghosts. The ghosts got to work and by morning, it was like nothing happened.

At the next family dinner, no one believed Jason of what happened that night.

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a/n: I feel like we don't see Cujo enough in fics. I mean come on, a ghost dog? How cool is that?!?! I love Cujo <3 And we all know how much Cujo loves Danny!

DC x DP : Those Glowing Green Eyes

CW: Blood, Gunshot Wounds, Violence

TLDR: Danny is on the run from the GIW and ends up in Gotham heavily injured where he gets found by a gun wielding vigilante.

Word Count: 2313

Everything hurts.

But when did it not?

But this time it wasn’t just injury number 67942 causing these aches and pains, though it did contribute to it. The mental anguish of being ran out of my own home and turned away by those I loved. Because I was a ghost. That pain was worse than the wound in my side.

Now the GIW is chasing me across the country and my last scuffle with them left me hurt worse than ever. They’ve been pushing hard this time around, new toys, more numbers. It was ridiculous. Seeing my own family there made me hesitate when they jumped me too. I didn’t react, just stared in horror as my own mother aimed a gun at me and my own father cheered her on.

Despite it all, I am still convinced there is hope. That there was. But when she pulled that trigger, all hope was gone. 

Now, that leads me to the present. Somehow I escaped and now was walking around with a gunshot wound in my side, a bum wrist and I think a head wound in an unknown city. Thank The Ancients for the luck I had with a portal to The Ghost Zone being nearby. I fell through it but had to immediately find another door to the mortal realm when I saw Vlad nearby, who has also been hunting me since this began. 

So here I am, in a dark, dank city. The ectoplasm here is toxic as hell and tastes like multiple smokers' houses smashed together and death. Night was falling and it got cold here fast. That could just be my core or it could be that I am slowly bleeding out. That was unclear at the moment.

Either way, I walked the street looking for shelter, mostly ignored by others or simply stared at. Honestly, I did not mind, I didn’t want the attention. Even with the toxic ectoplasm here I could heal up quickly and bounce back to the Ghost Zone to expel the toxicity of it with the help of the feeder ghosts and be good as new. It was abundant here, not nearly as much as Amity Park but it was a close second. That little fact told me this city reeked of death which meant it was probably also dangerous.

Maybe once this whole my parents and the government trying to murder me passes, I could come back here and purge the toxic ectoplasm as Ghost King. Because that is the only thing left for me to do, become Ghost King since my human life seems to be over. I have no clue what there is left for me to do with everyone I loved and the U.S Government wanting me dead

Too bad I can’t fully exercise that power of King until I come of age next year. I could’ve resolved this and just hid in the Ghost Zone for the rest of my undead life. Vlad wouldn’t be able to touch me then. Curse my stupid half alive and half dead existence, no other ghost would’ve had to wait but the council likes to be a pain in my ass. Probably in spite of Clockwork in all honesty, I half joke to myself.

My mind reels as I think about home, my friends, even Vlad. All of them had turned overnight. Even Jazz, though she showed hesitancy at every turn. Their eyes seemed to have a tinge of red when I saw them attack me for the first time, reminding me of Freakshow and his mind control abilities. That was the only thing I could justify holding out hope. But I didn’t see that in my moms eyes this time when she shot me.

Even Vlad switched from the whole crazed rich fruit-loop routine of trying to make me his son to attempts on my life. By the Ancients, if he were there this last attack and not in the Ghost Zone, I would’ve been dead. I had no doubts about it. It was pure luck that he didn't notice me in the zone.

I grimace as I continue walking, holding my side, warm blood seeping through my white shirt and the bandages I put on it already. My vision and mind feel foggy as I turn a corner, instantly clearing for a moment when my ghost sense activates, sending a shiver down my spine, hair standing on the back of my neck.

Now?

Really?

I nearly groan both in pain and frustration at this change. I look around pissed off only to find a guy in a red helmet across the street. My entire being on edge as I see him. He didn’t look like a ghost but he gave the impression of having an association with ghosts. He had higher ectoplasm in his body than normal. Even more so than most Amity Park citizens. For a second I thought I saw the flicker of a core but just as quickly as I saw it, it goes away. 

Could he possibly be possessed?

The gears turn in my head as everything screams at me that he is bad news regardless. The moment this masked man steps towards me, I muster all the energy I can and start to run, my decision being made. There was no way I could fight in this condition. Every inch of my body, my muscles scream at me for this. My side burns and my vision is blurry at best.

I risk a glance back to see him following and pick up speed. Grateful for my inhuman abilities still being of use despite my injured state. It’d be easy to go ghost or phase through a wall on a normal day but this was not normal, even for me. There are so many ways I could lose this guy but no, I keep running, oblivious to anything except the urge to escape this new, unknown threat.

Him following me all but confirms my suspicions that he is bad news. I mean I saw those guns on his side. They could be loaded with anti-ghost bullets. I’ve been shot once today, I do not plan on doing that again. Ever. He has to be a hired gun by the GIW is the only explanation to this.

At some point in the chase, I look back to see he is managing to keep up with me, which in hindsight made so much sense with my injuries. I turn right only to find this was the wrong choice. Because of course that would be my luck today. I screech to a halt, nearly crashing to meet the dead end head on, a brick wall separating me from escaping. I lean against the wall in frustration before turning to see if he was in the alley yet.

I could just phase- ”Demon brat what have I told you about stepping in my turf?” Damnit.

I am so tired. I am trapped. I am injured. This day just freaking sucks.

I glare at him with as much intensity I can muster. If only I could use my powers, scare him away. Now that he was closer it was clear he was a human who experienced death. Not a ghost. Not a halfa like him, just a human. But if he did that then the GIW would be sure to find me again in no time. And the stranger called me a demon brat. That has to be some sort of slur to ghosts, although I am not familiar with slurs for ghosts. Is that even a thing?

I shake the thought away and focus on him. I look him up and down, taking in his appearance and movements, ready to fight back.

Despite the mask covering his face, I could feel this stranger looking at him up and down despite it being dark. Maybe his mask had some sort of night vision built into it. He was assessing and judging him. And I was doing the same to him between the glares, my superhuman night vision letting me miss nothing in this dark space.

He looked like what I imagined a human vigilante would look like. Except 10 times scarier like he wouldn’t care if he helped civilians or not. Maybe this guy was just here for an adrenaline rush or some other bullshit reason a normal human would act like this. The red mask was intimidating, he was well built and tense, ready to pounce on him like I was on him. Except he wasn’t fighting death itself right now so he for sure would win without me using powers. Maybe he is a hired gun by the GIW with how he is sizing me up.

The vigilante takes a step towards me, “Woah, woah, you're bleeding.” he seems to hesitate but I glare back up to him like a feral animal. This had to be a trick right? The care and concern in his voice wasn’t real.

I backed up against the cool brick wall behind me, sinking into a low stance, ready to jump and fight back. I let the wall support me where it could and where it couldn't, I sucked it up with gritted teeth. I had faced worse before. If I died here I’d probably become a full ghost anyways so I could haunt his ass for the rest of his life, exercising the full power of Ghost King just to be petty for the inconvenience. Serves him right for the scary vigilante routine. Too bad for him, I am scarier and I would not fall for cheap tricks.

I try to make myself as intimidating as possible. Hell, the blood seeping from my head and how ready I was to fight probably made me look like a feral, wounded, animal right now. I mean that is what everyone else thought I was anyways, right? I bare my teeth at him, my canines most definitely unnaturally pointed.

“Seriously, kid? Two can play this game.” The man takes a step closer, I watch, calculating. 

Then his eyes glowed green.

At least that had to be what happened under the mask. I felt the surge of ectoplasm being used when it happened and I snarl at him in response. This would be a harder fight than I thought. How did I miss the ectoplasm tainting him, enhancing him this way? The fact he could willingly do it meant he was trained and well versed in his abilities.

Well shit.

He seems taken aback at my response, not expecting me to not be frightened. Well tough luck buddy. “I can do that too.” I say with venom dripping off my tongue between gritted teeth, not willing to let this guy get the best of me.

I look up at what I presume are his eyes based on his mask and allow my own eyes to flare neon green, brighter than his. A show of power and dominance that some ghosts use to avoid a fight. Maybe I could avoid this fight entirely if he had the innate understanding many liminal beings had when experiencing this with or without knowing what it means. Either way it was clear he knew something.

“I have been hunted, shot, maimed, and tortured by much, much worse.” I threaten. “You do not scare me. And I sure as hell am not going to go down to a nobody like you.” My vision  continues to blur and darken at the edges as the adrenaline from the chase starts to wear down, the rapid heart rate pumping my blood much faster than I need it to be to prevent blood loss as more blood seeps from my wounds. That little trick took more energy from me than I anticipated.

The unknown man looks at me, his body language indicating he was confused and concerned. I nearly wanted to laugh but I needed all the energy in case I had to fight. “Shit.. you’re not Demon Brat. Kid,” he starts, his body relaxing ever so slightly, “you need help, let me help you.”

The man takes another step forward, holstering a pistol. When did he draw that to begin with?

I flash my eyes again, a bit weaker this time as I feel my legs start to buckle under me. No. Not now. I can’t go down now. Panic welling up inside me as I growl at him and try to steady myself against the wall.

“Go away,” I muster, throat dry, “this isn’t your problem.” I manage to say as my last attempts to get him to screw off.

The man takes another step towards him, now in arms reach, “Look, I know a doctor who might be able to help you. She-” I stumble a bit and he reaches out ready to catch me, still keeping from touching me, “Shit- kid. She won’t turn you away. She can help. She doesn’t share the identity of her patients. She treats the Bats. You can trust her if not me”

My body shakes at his words. Or maybe I was shaking the entire time. God it was so cold now. Almost as cold as being dead for real. And man do I have experience with that. My entire body felt so heavy and aches everywhere. It was almost peaceful, in a way. Except I hated how dark my vision had gotten and blurred.

Something about how he speaks and acts, I decide in my haste, wanting to not die a second time to trust him. My body relaxes, no longer ready to fight him. Was it a bad idea? Probably but I did not want to die in an alley this time. My vision darkens and the last thing I remember is falling into his arms as my answer to him.

Please help me, stranger.

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A/N: This was a fic I planned on writing but got burnt out after writing the first chapter so I figured I'd post it here, maybe it'll motivate me to continue it.

DCxDP Anger Management Prompt/AU

Anger Management, but Jazz is completely unhinged (whether due to trauma or because Amity Parkers/Liminals are just Like That ™) and Jason is left to be the voice of reason in the relationship, despite the fact that he is most definitely not someone you would usually consider the voice of reason.

DCXDP or regular DC writing prompt!

Cross country road trip with (a very reluctant) John Constantine.

Constantine didn’t want to pick up a hitchhiker, but they were very persistent, and he could tell something was up with either them or the situation, his ‘occult senses’ were tingling.

Bonus points if it’s Danny or Dani/Ellie that hitches a ride!

Cover; Raison d’être

Illust by Alkallier & Story Prompt by @fandomfuntimem

Synopsis: Jason goes to investigate a new gang that’s been going rampant, what he found out was not anything he had initially expected. [Prompt Link]

Dp x dc prompt

Redhood didn't like people who took advantage of children. Fucking hated them.

So when he heard of a new crime lord employing children in there area, he had to put a bullet between that fucker's eyes. Apperently, the guy ran the original gang out of town and set the kids off on petty crime. Stealing money. Food, clothes, in some cases, even drugs.

Redhood stood outside an abandoned building, gun at the ready. There was no security, no goons. Did this guy know he was coming? Is this a trap? Redhood shook off his worries. No matter. He's just gotta get this bastard before it could get any worse.

He crept through raftors and boxes. He listened for footsteps. Step step step. The footsteps were heavy and dragging, sluggish. According to eye witnesses, the crime lord tended to drag his feet, maybe limp even.

Redhood slid out of hiding, pressed his gun up to the back of the man's head, and-

It was a kid. The kid turned around, so irely calm. His long black air hung down, obscuring his face, but Redhood could clearly see the way his pale sickly skin sank into his bones. How his dull blue eyes seamed to gloss over and stare into his soul. Almost daring him to pull the trigger. Yet, despite the dark of the warehouse, he almost seemed to glow.

"So?" He asked.

"Wha- so what?" Redhood asked. He was shaking. He hasn't put the gun down.

"Are you going to pull the trigger or not? I mean, you've got a clear shot. I just ask you to clean up after. The kids don't need to see that," The teen slowly blinked at him. Redhood slowly lowered the gun. Just a gang of kids run rampant, yeah. That's what this is.

The kid hummed and began to walk off. Redhood couldn't really call it walking or even limping. It looked more like dragging a nearly dead leg. Now that he was close, he could see it. The dragging leg, the dead arm in a sling. The lichtenberg scars crawled up his face, reaching his eye, blinded and half shut. How did this kid run a whole gang out of town?

Red Hood followed him. The kid only gave his a brief glance before shrugging. Redhood followed him to the back of the warehouse, where a group of kids slept. Redhood recognised them, street kids. All either homeless or too scared to go home.

"They helped me," the kid whispered, "I got rid of those people because I hated the way they hurt the people around them, and when I fell sick, those kids stepped up to help. The least I can do is give them a place to stay."

"You fell sick? You weren't always like this?"

"No. I used to be a lot stronger, braver," The kid gave a heavy sigh before slowly lowering himself to the ground. Crossing his legs and resting his head on his hand, "Now I can barely move without aching, I feel like an old man trapped in a teenager's body."

Redhood glanced between him and the sleeping kids. He was helping them, housing them. In return, they were stealing food and medicine for their sick friend, and Rehood almost shot him.

"My name is Danny, by the way," The kid- Danny grumbled.

Redhood sighed and sat down next to him, "Nice to meet you, Danny. I'm Redhood."

This post was brought to you by a real conversation I had with my dad.

(At a gala after Sam dragged Danny along)

Danny: I’m trying to watch my weight so I did the math on my calories and I was able to eat 6 slices of pizza!

Tim:…. What exactly did your calorie app say when you did the math?

Danny: That a quarter of a pizza is 340 calories! So I ate 6 slices since I only had 400 calories left for the day.

Tim: Danny- that’s not- 6 slices is three quarters of a pizza. Not one.

Danny: What do you mean….

Tim: Half of an 8 slice pizza is 4. And half of half is a quarter which leaves you with two. One quarter would have been 2 slices. You ate 3 times that much.

Danny: Oh- so I overate.

Tim: Yeah.

Danny: I honestly coulda ate the whole pizza.

Jason and Sam are dying in the corner overhearing the conversation and Bruce is staring at Danny a little too intently and it’s making Dick nervous he might end up with another brother.

The Ancient Warrior

DP x DC Prompt

Danny is either bored of King work or is forced on a vacation from his Ghost King duties in the DC Universe. But because of Clockwork, Danny is sent the very distant past of the world, and because of his immortal body, something he got when he accepted the Crown of Flames and the Ring of Rage when he was 19, he doesn't age at all or die from being hot with a fatal blow.

Clockwork was the one to tell him to be a warrior where the Halfa found himself, so he donned a modified version of his Kingly Armor that covers his entire body and makes his voice deeper and more menacing and had done so. The modified armor he has allows him to access weaker versions of the Ancients powers.

Danny had unknowingly started a new religion in the DC Universe, the Warriors Religion. It's a religion about fighting, but even Danny himself has told those part of it, when he eventually found out about the religion, that it's not always about fighting physically, it can be for any battle one takes.

Danny has many fighting styles, as he is the Ghost King and needs to defend himself when attacked, which are made up of many long dead fighting styles from many Ghosts in the Infinite Realms, amd because Pandora was one of his mentors, he had Amazonian training as well.

As the years go by, with it getting closer to modern times in the DC Universe, Danny has had many students and adversaries. Ra's Al Ghul and his daughters Talia and Nyssa were some of his students, Diana of Themyscira was an adversary, but not one to battle him to death like many others before her. And then he got another student, Bruce Wayne. While training Bruce, the Al Ghuls would challenge him in battles, but not to the death, as they seen what he did to those killed, as whenever he killed someone, the intense emotions, the ectoplasm from him, and a violent death at his hands causes all his opponents to become Ghosts, but before they could fully form, he gently grabs there forming core in one hand, and teleports them to the Infinite Realms after saying something to the cores. Because those he kills and sends to the Infinite Realms can not be revived by the Lazarus Pits

"May you find peace in the afterlife" for those that had no ill will

"May you find redemption in the afterlife" for bad guys he kills

When Danny is not his 'Warrior' persona, he's an average Gothamite with an average job and trying to survive till the next day in the chaotic city he calls home.

Is it a Enemy or a Child

In their line of work de-aging is not an uncommon occurrence.

Tim wouldn't say that it's a monthly occurrence but definitely a yearly one. What is unusual is the fact that it's a villain specifically Ras.  Seeing him experience the consequences of his actions is always a fun experience, but having a de aged version of one of your main nemesis is a little bit of a problem.

They've never seen him younger than the about 60 that he usually runs around us. In front of them was a 6 year old with a mix of black and white hair, with heterochromia that gave him red and green eyes. He wrapped himself in his original clothes that were way too big for him and glared at the heroes in front of him.

Nightwing is the first one to snap out of the shock.

“hey there buddy” Nightwing says in his usual victim tone as it's very obvious that the kid has no memories.

“don't come near me” The kid seems to look around, probably trying to figure out where he is “where's my mom?”

that breaks their hearts, with how old he is originally is there's no doubt in their mind that she's long dead.

“Something happened to you buddy that we're trying to figure out and if you could help us that would be great”  Nightwing tries to gently ignore the question and stare off into another topic.

“Mom doesn't leave me” he seem to be trying to make themselves seem brave but they can see the tears forming in the sides of his eyes ”did something happen to Ellie”

“how about you tell us your name, who Ellie is and what your mom's name is and we'll see about how we can reunite you. Is that okay?”

The child then looked around the room again. This kid version of Ras was trying to figure out if he could trust them.

“it's Dan, and that's all you're getting until you tell me where I am“

prompt #14

Okay, so I love the concept of Dad hood and even though I haven’t found many there are a few stories/prompts that I have read where Danny has animal features and people mistake him for a mutated metahuman and inspired by this one picture/meme

I had a great idea

So Jason, before he reveals himself to the family is walking around crime Alley and here’s one of the most hart wrenching sounds he has ever heard obviously he’s in his red hood get up and go's to check it out to find a bunch of guys in white outfits hurting what looks to be an small child with animal features

Jason being Jason would not allow this, especially after hearing what they called the little kid (a.k.a. this is the GIW being absolute assholes towards Danny )

Jason rescues the kid and after seeing how small and fragile and hurt the kid was along with the kid having passed out a few seconds before Jason took down the last guy Jason decides to take the kid home with him just until he’s healed.

(on Danny side I don’t exactly know how the GIW came into the situation but Danny was practising Shapeshifting and got stuck with a few raccoon features so he has fluffy little ears a tail and whatever else you wanna give him (a little raccoon man) he’s also for some reason, three years old probably the GIW’s fault but anyway he’s in Gotham now and this large guy with a red helmet saved him, and this man is Dad shaped. Danny decides this is my dad now.)

Anyways Jason takes care of the kid and eventually gets attached and adopt him and one day Jason needs to go to a very important meeting that will take the entire day and he doesn't want to leave Danny alone at home for the next 18 hours scared that someone might break in or hurt Danny so Jason gives him a gun

(this was mostly inspired by this image )

Danny ends up emerging but now he has a doll form. Just…absolutely horrible but still somehow borderline aesthetically pleasing version of him that’s a life sized porcelain doll.

It has the works. The loose, knobby limbs. The too fancy but rumpled clothes. The fish eyed shine to his gaze. Just…generally unpleasant. Horror movie incarnate doll man. A mannequin but worse. So much worse.

Sitting in dark rooms to scare people is so much more fun for him when he’s the size of a full grown man and has no bones.

He can be normal.

He chooses not to be.

DP x DC prompt - Haunted Doll

Danny is injured (due to some reason or another) and needs to take refuge somewhere safe. He ends up occupying a doll to hide from his parents/GIW. That doll is picked up by Jason Todd.

Jason Todd loves that doll.

The rest of his family, not so much.

In short, Danny ends up possessing a doll, unintentionally making it creepy. Jason sees it as a regular, cute doll. The rest of the batfam sees it as an Annabelle-esque creature.

(There's more discussions on the dead on main discord)

Holy crap I just realized I rambled about the patents so much and now they barely matter to the actual plot aside from ‘at least the Fentons single way of making a profit is still only for them.’

I get way into the world building guys.

It’s gonna be a waste if I can’t make this a fully decked out fic, and with that motivation, summer-time writing is gonna get amazing.

If the Ao3 curse catches me before the final chapter is out, welp, reblogs exist to the public for a reason.

Once I get this mapped out, I’ll make sure to cross post chapters here and on my Ao3 :3

DpxDc Ficlet (May be transformed into a full fic one day): Vlads’s poor business management can fuck you up beyond the grave.

Vlad, Jack, and Maddie have known each other for years. Vlad chose to take the ghost tech aspect of their degrees and make BANK. Who knew how many paranoid millionaires with big scary empty mansions and people out to get them beyond the grave would be so willing to drain their bank accounts for a semblance of peace. Jack and Maddie decided to follow their passion at hunting ghosts. Nevertheless, they still make inventions each for their own wants and needs.

Since they were young and needed a more stable backing for FentonWorks and VladCo, incase it didn’t work out, they decided to come together to make their own sort of Parent Company of sorts. The company would be owned by all three of them in equal parts. (Dealers choice for whatever the Big Company’s name is) Vlad would take care of the business aspect of it and all would be okay incase it ended up being a waste. Thankfully Vlad managed to get it into their head that every invention that FentonWorks makes NEEDS to be patented as soon as it’s confirmed to work. The last time they didn’t patent it before releasing a press conference about their hard work was with the first wrist-rays. (THANK GOODNESS that version only left a mild burn and a little bit of excess ecto-radiation if it hit a human.)

The only downside to this was the drunken fiasco that was Fenton-Wipe but hey, it’s cheap and in amity park where liminals make up 40-60% of the population? That ecto-infused relief is like 4-ply for the price of single-ply.

Either way it’s safe to say that patent offices basically have their info memorized. Everything they have in the lab already has a file sent to the office to get it patented and you’d better believe they are seriously protective of their life’s work (the Fenton Portal) that the moment it was up and working they had emails drafted and phones ringing.

Vlad, after one too many deadly situations where he’d almost had to expose his status as ‘More than baseline human’ to get out of without the whole media fiasco and a faked long and grueling recovery, keeps getting calls from his shareholders (Big Company) about who his heir/successor would be considering he’s well past his prime and has the apparent luck of someone destined to die in a horribly tragic accident (Thank you Clockwork).

He states in his will that his Godson, Daniel James Fenton, would be the one to get his share of the company because as much as he loves Maddie, he knows that if he listed her she would think it was him buttering her up (it would be) and would only serve to drive her away. There was NO WAY Jack Fenton was getting his hands anywhere near his will, and while he was on good terms with Jazz, he knew she didn’t want to be tied to the ghost-gear business. Danny was the logical choice because if we’re being honest, he has no one else.

The ‘His share of the company’ eventually evolved into ‘Everything I own’ because FUCK YOU Jack, Maddie’s too smart for my textbook manipulation, and Jazz is on a completely different route.

Danny was not aware of this until the day finally came for Karma to get one on the fruit loop. Tragic plane crash, no possible survivors, and suddenly he is a Billionaire.

(Vlad got away but he knew the jig was up because there was NO WAY anyone was getting out of this. The Ghost Zone is now his permanent residence)

Anti ghost tech got REAL POPULAR after the Amity Park media blackout was lifted and people came by to prove it’s a hoax, only to then receive a campfire ghost story worth the scars.

Danny was also not aware it had been years since his parents gave Vlad their rights to the Big Company in order to focus more on FentonWorks. Since he got EVERYTHING Vlad owned, literally everything even Maddie was surprised he didn’t leave her something, that meant he now owned the biggest monopoly on ghost tech because no one else knew how to get ecto to ‘play nice’ with modern technology. Plus with all the patents and lawyers under Big Company, there was barely any ideas someone could have about an ecto-ANYTHING that hadn’t already been invented, perfected, and patented by FentonWorks aka Big Company.

Big Company also had contracts with the US Military before Danny took over and decided that they shouldn’t be in their trigger happy hands and took back the ecto-weaponry.

Ok so lets get the plot going

Danny was crowned as the Infinite Realms Ghost Prince because

1) look at that mischievous face and snark and then tell me he’s not going to cause the entire dimension to crash and burn the moment he sits on that throne (be it by accident or completely on purpose, only Clockwork may know)

2) He is under a lot of stress in his human life because he just became somewhat of a celebrity. (There is a YouTube compilation of every-time during the Vlad Memorial where you can physically see his face going from aww man this person care about died to his internal monologue of oh god how do I act sad knowing that the fruitloop is drinking ecto-piña colada’s rn, externally showing in his face as he tries to subtly smother his giggles (the paparazzi hound him after someone got a lucky pic and are wondering if this was his evil plan all along)

3) Under Realms Logic For a Halfa Rulers, they get to live out their normal lifespan before becoming subject to the fiasco that is the territory disputes, royal manners of respect mixed with ghost manners of Punch now Ask for their name later, and the beuracratic nightmare of relations outside the realms.

He is still phantom because even though he’s the king, he was their friend first. He knows that ghost need to feed their obsessions in order to not fade out and having a permanent portal instead of having to hope you find one means ghost are gonna flock to it like a moth to a flame. There is the agreement to make sure you don’t interact with the living unless you have to (ember comes to mind) and make sure you do it in a way that doesn’t hurt them (goddamit ember and your stupid mind control). He lays out new laws with his princely powers which basically state you can’t kill or harm (both physically or psychologically) any living being if you use his Portal. That’s the best he could do because until he’s king, the natural portals are sadly fair game.

His obsession as Phantom is being a hero so he still flies around and stops rambunctious ghosts who either start to forget the rules they are under or got lucky with a natural portals and are terrorizing the innocent.

Good Fenton reveal where his parents help out on patrol too and catch/release any ghosts who are not interested in safe/sane/consensual haunting.

They know about phantom and are more proud than anything to have one of their kids waking in their ghostly footsteps. They stop with the non-sentient mindset after meeting and actually talking to a few ghosts too.

They post their new findings and now it’s well known that ghost are real, they’re sentient, and are just here because they NEED to be. This causes the Anti-Ecto acts to crave entirely and allows ghost under the Meta rights act.

Danny decides it’s too much of a haste to keep up with a secret identity and goes public as both Fenton & Phantom. He now doesn’t need to hide his useful inhumaness. He isn’t in any danger because his only rouges already knew his identity, he isn’t a villain that needs to be on the JL watchlist, and what could someone do to him without ghost tech? He knows his friends and family is safe because well, while he may be the most powerful on team phantom, the bar is very high and they are grazing it. If you go up against them, you’re gonna lose. Maddie and Jack? Be so for real right now and tell me anyone in their right mind would go up against a black belt in peak physique, decked out in energy weapons and regular weapons, or Built Like A Double Fridge Jack Fenton, who people swear must be kryptonian with the way he runs through brick walls like the kool-aid man. Sam? She has no less than 13 fashionably concealed weapons on her at all times. Tucker? He’s like a Russian nesting doll with all the gadget he pulls out of his ass whenever he’s in a situation. This is all without mentioning how Danny Fenton will personally go to the ends of the earth for each of them and any ghost worth their salt can see the practically corporeal fraid bonds from THE FUCKING KING to these people. Everyone knows not to fuck with Daniel James Fenton or anyone he cares about because that is a poorly concealed tired snarky man just WAITING for a reason to go all-out.

Him being the sole owner of Big Company not only makes him relatively untouchable, it also makes him physically untouchable because the only people with anti-ghost weapons are him, team phantom(now with supportive Mr. & Mrs Fenton), and the Justice League Dark who he knows he can count on incase a bad timeline happens or he is indisposed and theres a ghost harming people.

Everyone knows who he is, there’s no hiding parts of himself, he is comfortable in his own skin for the first time in years, and now he finally feels like he understands what Clockwork was saying all those times he said “All is as it should be.”

That is until Vlad’s past of Overshadow Based Business, bites him square in his ass. People know about phantom’s powerset. They know how his overshadowing works. They know he would never, but they also know not everyone who gets powers is as good-natured as him. They remember what Vlad was like, smug, creepy, and good god he had an ego. They know phantom got his powers from an ecto-related lab accident. Y’know who else was in an ecto-related lab accident where he was literally hospitalized for years? Vlad fucking Masters. Y’know how he got rich in a record time and how nobody was able to prove any foul play took place? Yeah, people are smarter than you think. Now Big Company is falling down in shambles as past contracts demand a Class Action Lawsuit.

Vlad didn’t live long per se, but he sure made A LOT of enemies.

Now don’t get the people wrong, they have it out for Vlad, not Danny, but seeing as they also want their money back, Danny is gonna have to shut up and deal with it because holy hell how many people can one man piss off.

The answer is 473.

473 individual million/billion dollar businesses who he screwed over in the years he was head of the company. Danny is so screwed.

He is unemployed, sure he’s a hero, but that doesn’t pay the bills. Sure he’s got kingly reserves, but they’re locked up until he’s 83. He is 24 years old. No prior work experience. Besides the obviously blank resume, he had SHIT grades that no amount of catching up his senior year after going public was going to erase. He didn’t graduate, he’s a drop out. He didn’t even have a GED.

People know his name, face, and the HUGE WORLDWIDE SCANDAL he’s caught up in. He had to give up every dollar. Thank-god he managed to end up without debt, but he had to sell every car, yacht, private jet, beach house, the cheese castle, the packers memorabilia, EVERYTHING in order to avoid being millions in debt. Big Company is no longer a thing. Thank god for Maddie’s awareness of not wanting to be in debt to Vlad because Fentonworks would’ve took a HIT had she not cut ties all those years ago.

Danny Fenton is 24, getting hounded by paparazzi asking him what he’s gonna do now after living it easy for 7 years (Vlad ‘died’ when he was 17). He wasn’t lying when he said he barely made it out of the whole ordeal without debt. He lost all his possessions that weren’t in his childhood room, and now has a whopping $4.73 to his name.

Ironic huh.

He’s currently residing in his old room. He’s sure Clockwork is somewhere laughing his ass off watching. His half-life has gone to absolute shit. He’s never living(ha) this down.

He’s about to go back down to the lab to make himself useful because no one likes a leech, when he gets a call on his JL communicator. At least it isn’t flashing the way it would if there was an emergency, he thinks before picking it up.

On the screen, a message reads as follows

‘Your presence is required at a meeting regarding your position in the League next week on xx/xx/xxxx’

Oh god, now he’s getting fired from the one job he actually cared about. He’s going to have to deal with obsession starving on top of his shit half-life!?

Listen, there’s only so many ghost still fucking around to find out after seeing Ancients get their asses handed to them by him, the only obsession-related enrichment he’s been getting these past 2 years came solely from JL events. Rescue missions? Delectable. Fighting the BigBad? Spectacular. Cleanup after a big fight? Not the best but it’s honest work and keeps him satiated.

He’s not looking forward to being forced to either

A) keep working alongside the JL without their knowledge as a somewhat invisible help to keep him from starving

Or

B) being forced to listen to police chatter somewhere crime is rampant because Amity Part ain’t it, it’s as far away from crime ridden as a place can get. The last crime that happened was when a kid accidentally stole a bag of chips from the convenience store. He just walked back in, put it back, and apologized.

Yeah no, Amity is not gonna cut it.

He’s already feeling the drawbacks of not hero-ing because the last 6 months he’s been going Court to Court nonstop bi-weekly. When he wasn’t in a courthouse, he was either with his lawyers seeing the best outcome, selling Vlads old shit on eBay, or keeping his appetite from OH GOD IM STARVING to I’m still fucking hungry but I’ll live(ha).

He’s currently nearing the IM STARVING stage and needs to go protect someone right now before he goes into obsession withdrawal. Turns out Vlad wasn’t just that unhinged, he was just constantly in withdrawal from his obsession (family) that he couldn’t think too far ahead in his schemes to get from ‘we’re talking now, yay (forcefully because there’s a bigger problem to deal with)!’ to ‘wait you don’t like me and the problem I made so that you would be forced to talk to me is actually a problem that needs to be dealt with’

He isn’t looking forward to having his ability to think compromised by ‘must protect, keep safe’ playing over and over again in his head. He’d actually go crazy.

The last time he had a withdrawal episode, he summoned an ancient entity so that the world was in severe danger just so he could go beat it to a bloody pulp, banish it, and be left with the terrible fallout now that he could think clearly. He still gets stares from Green Lantern for it. Thankfully after being made aware of this unfortunate drawback of his ghost physiology, the Justice League makes sure to notify him every time there’s a big bad so he can at least help with the cleanup.

Since they know he needs to do hero shit to not become a bigger nuisance, surely he won’t be getting fired, right? He’s not entirely sure and that scares him because unless you’re a ghost, you don’t know how severe obsession withdrawal can be. You get so caught up in it, you end up just creating more damage.

He and team phantom (thank the ancients for his ride or die(ha) friends) get drafting plans incase his place with the JL goes up in flames. The best plan they have right now is Invisibly keep crime down in Gotham (as to not alert his maybe former co-worker). Gotham is literally drowning in crime, he should have an easy time finding someone to protect there. The invisibility part is more so for peace of mind to avoid awkward confrontation because no one wants the disappointed bat glare.

He’s gotten better at portals so living arrangements wouldn’t really be a problem. Theres a 1 hour time difference so that just means he won’t have to wait as long before it’s nighttime over there. Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad? He doesn’t really need to eat cuz of the halfa privelage of ecto=food and vice versa. Bills on the house are all paid and his parents are doing really well considering they now dominate the ecto-tech field. He’ll help out in the lab too and do household chores to feel less like a leech too but all things considered, aside from being in the public eye, it doesn’t seem that bad.

Anyways that’s all I’ve got for the story rn. I’ll update this depending on how it does. If people want more, I will provide. Thx for reading what I’ve got ♥️

ITS SO GOOD *Inhales*

This will absolutely be going into my list of prompts that I will be making fics about. Full creds for the delectable prompt will be given and when I eventually get around to doing this (summer 2025 here we go) I will add onto this thread. Any recommendations on how to write these characters more in depth are so very well appreciated since these will be my first fics with these fandoms and first couple of fics overall.

The moment I get an Ao3 it is so over for my sleep schedule 😼

Say no to this, Bruce.

A few days ago Bruce had a fight with his sons, now he doesn't even remember why, it was probably something stupid that escalated and he didn't know how to stop it, it was probably his fault.

He was alone at the mansion, Damian was at Dick's house, Jason was ignoring him more than usual and Tim was on a case where he didn't want help, not from him at least, even Duke was away, it wasn't a good week for Bruce.

He grabbed a phone he had hidden and only took out before going to sleep alone in his room, hesitated for a few seconds and sent a message to the only number added.

His "thing" with the boy, Danny Fenton, had started four years ago, the boy was lost and Bruce found him when he coincidentally went for a walk as a civilian.

Danny was so charmed by Bruce (for some reason) that he gave him his hotel room number to keep talking about the universe, and later his home number.

Danny was a good, funny and witty kid, a very smart too, with parents who didn't deserve him because they didn't notice their son's brilliance.

Danny was a good boy with a not-so-good life, a strong, independent boy who wasn't always positive but didn't always let himself fall apart.

That's why when Danny answered his message with a call with him crying and asking for help, he could only go to his rescue without looking back, barely remembering to tell Alfred of his departure.

When he arrived he found only tragedy.

His family and friends had died, an explosion at an unfortunate time, Danny had no one in the world besides his godfather and Bruce, and he didn't want to fall into Vlad's clutches, so he was desperate.

He also told him about Phantom, and Bruce could only hug him and promise him that no one was going to find him.

The first thing that came to his mind was to take him to his mansion, Danny was like his son, it was the most logical action... except that Danny still looked up to him and trusted him a lot, and wasn't that a scary thought?

Bringing Danny to the mansion would involve many things, Danny would meet his children, which might make Danny see him differently, goodbye to his admiration and affection, goodbye to spending time "together" watching bad movies to criticize them, goodbye to quiet conversations and asking for advice, goodbye to trust.

Bringing Danny to the mansion would mean having him physically close but keeping him away in every other possible way.

"Danny doesn't want anyone else to know about Phantom." Bruce repeated to himself as he took Danny to a small, hidden apartment in Gotham, a cozy little place where Vlad wouldn't find Danny (and neither would Bruce's family).

Pushing my Martian Manhunter fanboy Danny agenda!!!

(I didn't create this tier list, credit to whoever did)

https://tiermaker.com/create/dpxdc-crossover-tropes-16282491

Please Help me find a fanfic

Danny is summoned in Gotham. The bats try to stop the summoning but fail (John Constantine is also there).

They kinda interrogate him ,Danny loves his parents but he is aware they should face consequences and asks them for help with Amity park (he makes them promise that they will help Amity). He tells them he couldn't ask for help before because of Vlad (pretty sure he also exposed his halfa status).

It's not a very long fic ,pretty sure it's incomplete

Phantoms in Fawcett - Chapter 1 - Vett2270 - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46492573/chapters/117065722

Please recommend(send links🙏) fanfics where Danny's rogues fight other heroes and Danny helps the heroes fight them or fanfics where Billy and Danny are siblings like this fanfic

Teaming up/overshadowing

Does anyone know a fanfic where one of Phantom's rogues teams up with dc villains and fights the Justice League. Or where they overshadow the villains and they cause more chaos than usual and the league is concerned about them(notice how they are more powerful and act strangely).

I swear I read a fanfic similar and I can't find it.

Tell me your Danny Phantom hot takes (can include DcxDp)

I will start:

I don't like little baby man Danny Phantom.

Martian Manhunter is Danny's favourite hero (I'm not sure if this a hot take)

There are too little fanfics where Martian Manhunter mentors Danny (like come on guys ,let our boy Danny fanboy over his favourite hero).

There are too little fanfics where the speedsters are the ones that know Danny. Like he time travels so many times , they time travel so many times, he should have meet at least one speedster.

I don't like most fanfics where Danny raises Dani like his daughter, I find it weird. Like it the show he's 14 and she is like 12 , I don't think a 14 year old should raise a 12 year old. I know most fanfics age up Danny but I still find it a little weird (I think they have more of a sibling relationship rather than a parent and a child relationship).

This is actually one of my favourites

What is wrong with me...

What DPXDC Trope are You? Uquiz

I'm back at it again boys.

Take a gander at what trope you are so i can inspect you like a bug.

Not really my favourite but I do enjoy it from time to time (depends on the ship)

What DPXDC Trope are You? Uquiz

I'm back at it again boys.

Take a gander at what trope you are so i can inspect you like a bug.

Hight King Vacation

Danny had lived, no, existed for only a millenia. He lived till his 30, managing a coexistence between the undead and living of his brith dimension. All went well with a few problems there and there.

But at his 30, he had to focus on his king duties. It had taken a new system installed for him to care for 6 millenia worth of paperwork. A group of secretaries took care of complaints and invitations,meeting schedules. he took upon the trials ,laws management, and the maintenance of the realms.

He and his team of secretaries had taken 50 years with minimal pause to fix the slack of his predecessor.

Danny had grown attuned to his status and the power that came with it.

Sam, upon her death, became the palace gardening expert, and Tuck installed the highest firewalls and Internet in the realms. he and tecnus even sold phone and computer that work of the highest quality level inter-dimentionel.

The Fenton or the rest of the Fenton had chosen to move on while Jazz studies the undead psychology and instincts under Frostbite medical expertise.

And now a millenia later, he's bored.

So he prepared himself a vacation in the living realms for approximately 30 at 50 years.

He planned a meeting where he informed them of his decision, went to dicuss the timeline in which he would have the most fun with Clockwork.

In the end, he would reincarnate with his memories locked but reachable should he try, and only his most basic abilities accessible.

Of course, he will use this vacation to investigate the reason behind the surge of newly revenant.

But as now he opens his eyes in his new body, let the vacation begin.

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His name is Rayan Al Ghul, twin of Damien Al Ghul and son of Talia Al Ghul. And he is part of the league of the assassin's direct line.

It's bound to be entertaining.

DC x DP Fic idea: The Royal Consort

Wesley Weston runs a blog after getting over his desire to expose Danny's secret- primarily due to no one believing him- and no one pays attention to it since almost all of Casper high school has one too.

The difference between the hundreds of other blogs is that one of his pictures of Phantom is clear. A perfectly uncorrected image of the famous ghost, whereas nearly all other pictures are blurry due to ghosts disrupting cameras. Even Wes isn't sure how he managed to capture him so well.

Another difference between his blog and others is that one of his followers happens to be John Constantine, who followed the kid a long time ago due to the fanfiction of the Bats and found them hilarious.

John opens his phone app, expecting a new chapter to the Bruce Wayne/Superman fic, and spits out his tea upon seeing the High King of the Dead casually in the human world. Horrified that the King has not been appropriately welcomed- which could lead to a war that the humans would never win- he calls an emergency Justice League and Justice League Dark meeting.

It didn't help that they had allowed a county to pass the anti-ecto laws, which ruined any attempt to appease the Ghost King once the news broke to the public. The League still worried about a declaration of war even after they demolished the laws and the United Nations had the States apologize on humans' behalf.

They quickly discover High King Phantom has been visiting Earth for almost three years. Before his coronation, Phantom had not been outside the Infinite Realms very often though he has appeared throughout history. Cave drawings date back thousands of years before the first ancient Egyptians, but he's visits are few and short.

Life would naturally send him back to the Realms because he had too much power and ectoplasm. After taking the throne, his powers only grew, which meant someone had to summon him as the only way for him to stay on Earth longer than an hour.

Now as King, he appeared only within the small town of Amity Park daily. Why?

John sighs. "He has an anchor. Someone is tying him to this plane. Like the helmet for Nabu, which allows Doctor Fate to exist here without being launched back to the Infinite Releams, Phantom has bonded himself. And I know who that is"

He pulls up a class photo on Weston's blog and points to a boy wearing a particular necklace.

"Danny Fenton is wearing the official Royal Consort of the Infinite Realms symbol and has been since he was fourteen. Phantom's husband may be our only hope to salvage the terrible mess the USA's bloody GIW placed the rest of us in."

Danny loved the necklace he found in Pariah Dark's old haunt. He inherited Pariah's haunt and everything inside once he was crowned and hasn't taken it off since. He didn't think it would be an issue. It's not like it would out his secret to his parents or anyone else since it was in Ghost Speech. Even he didn't know what it said.

Then one morning he comes down for breakfast only to have the most important members of the Justice League sitting in his living room waiting to greet him.

Desperate to keep his halfa status a secret, Danny must convince the entire world watching him, that he's just a human who scandalously eloped at age fourteen with one of the strongest beings in the mulitverse.

Jack's horrified "We were shooting my son-in-law this whole time" became a meme that has trended for months.

( Part 2 )

Can't stop rereading @dcxdpdabbles 's Adopted Son, gotta draw fanart before chapter 8 is posted <333 everytime I reread it , I hurt even more and I love it.

Song I was listening to on repeat whilst drawing this <33:

"Your kindness led to your Despair"

I was like : "Oh my god @dcxdpdabbles saw my art!" And my brain went mush and now I drew another one but it's Tim <33 I'm totally obsessed with the Adopted Son Fic probably because of my Angst Addiction. ;33

Here's another one. it's kinda rushed cuz I have other projects and all but I'm pretty pleased with it

Almost forgot song inspo :

I had this on repeat when drawing this cuz yuhh.

Link to their fic : https://www.tumblr.com/dcxdpdabbles/759460867078258689/completed-master-post?source=share

"Mom, Dad's Evil Again!"

Dan and Elle end up in the DC universe. They do not realize they are stranded for a while. When they do realize they go looking for ecto rich areas. 

They first go to the LOA but when they realize its corrupted and covered in assassins they leave.

They then try Gotham but they see the Territorial limanals and leave. 

They eventually find Lex's Kryptonite vault and try to steal it. They are caught but Lex is Vlad's counterpart so they do not immediately flee.

Dan is living with a redeemed Vlad so they don't really see him as a threat. 

Lex first believes they are clones that are hidden from him until he realizes where exactly he caught them.  Ellie pulls the dad card on Vlad all the time to get out of trouble so that's exactly what she does to Lex. He's very confused about that until Dan and Ellie start yelling at each other about whose fault it is they're stuck in this dimension.

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Misunderstandings that can occur:

- people thinking that clark is female in there dimension because they call danny mom

-jl believing that lex and a fem clark sleep together enough to have 2 kids due to Dan and Ellie

- Dan making a joke about lex and Clark That they must have gone through a very messy divorce and them thinking that's what happened on their end.

Amity Park got turned into an island in a fantasy universe (Fantasy AU)

When Amity Park left the Infinite Realms it didn’t reappear where it had been before, instead it seemed to land in the ocean. Water all around them, a landmass barely on the horizon. Phantom flew to take a look and when he came back told the people of Amity Park that they were not in their universe. He had seen dragons and other creatures that definitely didn’t exist on earth.

Amity Park was now an island. Sandy beaches surrounded the once land-locked city and a row of problems arose faster than solutions could be found. They had food in the supermarkets, the mall and some smaller stores, but the fridges and freezers needed electricity. It took the Fentons and a few electricians to find a solution. 

That was the start of the Fenton Ecto Battery, while the Fentons themselves had already used ecto to power their inventions they now had to find a way to build a battery big enough to power the whole city and then somehow find a way to connect it to the existing lines under the city. 

There was also the problem of money, while people had money, the bank itself didn’t store all of the money in cash. There was no internet or phone service, they were transported into a time before in their minds. 

“Well, the portal still works, can’t we just go back?” 

Phantom had to explain that he couldn’t transport the whole city, he was already busy using his ice until they had power again. Not to mention that the whole city now knew that Phantom was Fenton. And Danny also helped with the F.E.B.

Tucker and Technus were the ones who took on the problem, they had already been working on multiverse phones, so Tucker and Sam could reach Danny no matter where he was, in the Realms or not. 

People who had worked outside of Amity Park were forced to find new work inside the city, retirees came back to work to help as well with knowledge how to do jobs without the modern comforts. 

They were lucky an old man had retired and moved to live with his daughter after a lifetime of building ships. Thanks to him the Amity Parkers actually had a chance at fresh food. Phantom was eventually send out to look for cows, chickens, whatever he would find that could be taken care of for food later on.

The first year was plagued by problems the people had to slowly work out, as well as the struggle of the entire town being heavily liminal due to their three-day-exposure in the Realms. Getting used to people floating suddenly, or phasing into the ground from one step to the next as well as suddenly being a lot stronger and faster were a lot.

The second year slowly worked better, people were used to their new abilities, their new way of life, the ghosts that had attacked them before were now helping them out. Ghostwriter had taken over a big chunk of teaching after he found books about the world’s history and different cultures. 

It wasn’t until their fifth year, now rather used to this life, that they saw a ship coming their way for the first time. The ship carried with it a diplomatic party. In the years Danny had flown over to the continent again and again, learning about animals, seeing the land that was nearest to theirs and thus had been chosen to talk to the newcomers. 

When the diplomatic party had been led through the town they were in awe as well as scared. These people lived not far from the most dangerous forest and yet they had incredible technology. Carriages with now animals to draw them, silently rolling or some even flying through the streets. Streets made from one big stone it seemed while living in equally big stone houses. It was this expedition's quest to visit the land behind the forest. They couldn’t go through the forest, so they had taken a ship, only to be surprised that an island was on the horizon.

It was risky to change their route to the island instead of around the forest, but it would be best. Either they found new lands, or they found new people to trade with. The king was in a desperate situation while trying to build up a poor kingdom he inherited from his father who had run the country into the ground. 

The island was big, and on it was a city bigger and taller than anything they had ever seen, the people living on it were not humans, they had glowing eyes, fangs, long ears. Identifiers from elves and demons, yet they didn’t own the same coloring of the demons or the lithe statue of the elves. 

Nothing about this city had prepared them for the person they met to talk to. The people living here could talk in their language in a broken and heavily accented way, but it was made clear that whoever they were to meet was important. So they stared at the big house and strange contraption on top of it, pressing a button and a sound came from inside the house. The door was opened by a tall woman, she invited them in, inside was more colorful than they had ever seen aside from palaces. 

The house was not big enough for a palace, yet the inside would not lose out in it’s fancy design new to them. The woman told them to wait as she got someone to talk to them, when she reentered the room she was followed by a man even taller than her. Long dark hair braided back, even in the dirty clothes he was wearing and with dirt smeared on him he gave an imposing aura.

“Ah, hello.” Of the group of outsiders a man at the front took a step forward and bowed before answering.

“Greetings, we are the delegation of the kingdom of Root. In the name of his majesty king Jovic the first of his name we would like to open trade with your kingdom.” Danny scratched his cheek, making eye contact with Jazz for a moment. She nodded.

“Welcome to Amity Park then, we aren’t really a kin-” Jazz smiled as she stepped on his foot.

“I mean… I’m Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms.” 

“I’m Jasmine, his sister.” She turned towards what the group now knew as this island’s king and started to talk to him in another language they had heard spoken by the people of the island. They seemed to discuss something before Jasmine took out a small device and proceeded to tap her finger on it, before putting it away.

“You must be tired from the long journey, please follow the guard to your resting quarters. We will talk again tomorrow.” They were led out by the same people who had taken them to their king. When they entered the even taller building they were led to and brought up to a floor filled with doors and given keys with strange symbols on them they were confused.

“The number on the key belongs to the number on the door.” A young woman said and showed them that the key would only work on the door with the same numbers on them. “Someone will come and bring you food, they will knock on the door. Rest for today, tomorrow Phantom will send somebody to lead you to the town hall for talks.” 

The food they were served later in the day was incredible, spices were used freely as well as meat and a meat-free option. The rooms themselves were fit for a palace and came each with their own bathroom. There was flowing water coming from a pipe above a basin and the tub! Each room had it! They talked together until late in the night, they would need to ask for the technology tomorrow.