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Danny is a Chemistry teacher at Gotham Academy. His favorite student is Tim. He shocks the students by teaching and creating a Fear Antitoxin for the kids to learn as part of their curriculum.
Danny is just regarded as the fuckin strange occult wizard man of chemistry. The best (and worst) part is that he’s so damn used to the way his parents taught him how to do chemistry that he doesn’t give instructions with proper measurements when demonstrating the lab in class.
Like, what are the moles? What are the measurements that are needed for this? What materials will you need?
Nah.
Danny opens the demonstration with, “Just a warning, half of the steps I will be showing you in this demonstration will not actually be featured in the lab. I didn’t have [chemical], [chemical], or [chemical] but I did purchase some household cleaning and beauty products from dollar tree that I finished isolating them out of 30 minutes before class.“
“And for [chemical], you can make it out of these two, so that’s taken care of.”
“I made sure to order more but it won’t come in until next Wednesday. So don’t worry, when you do this lab yourself, you will not need to do these steps, but I figured it would be a good learning experience.”
“I only had the time to dilute the chemicals before this period, so I apologize.”
“Dr. Fenton?
“You want me to buy water? No. I’ll dilute the chemicals myself. I don’t really have proper PPE besides gloves and safety goggles, so I’ll just have to make do.”
But it’s just something he’s done so much before the verbal instructions are like, “Put enough in until it looks like there’s enough”
For the lab instructions for the students, he has a worksheet with the the actual recipe in standard measurements but when he’s showing the class how it’s done? Rough measurements BABEY
The way he’s doing it, there should be a massive fucking margin of error and he should absolutely not be getting the product he wants because that’s not how chemistry should Work. The lab required a micropipette and he’s doing it by eye.
Like, maybe people who have 30+ years working in their field with something they have done a bajillion times. But absolutely not a 25 year old who has a degree in Mechanical Engineering and got his PhD last year! And even then, doing it by eye is just asking for you to fuck up and waste your materials.
Why does Danny work as a chemistry teacher when he has a degree in Mechanical Engineering?
Well, Danny got an emergency teaching certificate because he took a lot of chem classes in college and Gotham Academy was desperate.
The chem teachers in Gotham have had a trend of getting themselves in deep shit from criminal organizations threatening them to order chemicals needed to manufacture [x] toxin or drug.
And they’d agree because it was for a ridiculous price, but if the chem teachers weren’t able to supply them enough or the criminals couldn’t get what they got the chemicals for to work, they’d blame it on the chem teacher and not their shitty chemistry practices or storing, and they’d get killed.
So, Gotham is running short on demand for chemistry teachers.
It’s also how Danny found out what was in the fear toxins.
Small criminal organizations didn’t have big reach to other means to get chemicals in bulk so they’d go to where they know chemicals can be ordered: schools for chem.
And the small criminal organizations try to replicate the toxins based off what they’ve heard is in them. Based off the previous Chemistry teacher’s ordering history, Danny was able to get a fairly good guess to what’s in it.
And if Danny was Really good at chem (like fictional mad scientist level good), then through tinkering around, he was able to find out what was missing.
Tim is now baffled.
How the fuck this guy who teaches the shop classes also know enough about chemistry that he can make a fear toxin antivenom without ridiculously high-tech equipment with stupid levels of precision measuring????
Danny just shrugs if he’s asked. He’s used to helping his parents in the lab.
I mean, do you think the Drs Fenton actually praticed good sterile technique? Or proper lab safety? Or actually measured or recorded their experiments by moles or standard measurements or anything? Or isolate chemicals from cheap household cleaners? Or ordered at anything less than the highest concentration they could and diluted it themselves because they weren’t going to pay for water.
Fuck no. They learned how to adapt based on what they had and learned how to do it based on sight, smell, heat, color, taste, etc. (Yes, taste. There’s a reason ectoplasm is stored in the fridge and it’s because they think it’s safe for human consumption.
It’s one of the reasons the Drs. Fenton were dismissed by the scientific community. Their experiments didn’t have precise measurements and had a very low chance of the results being replicated because of how they did it.
The biggest challenge Danny had in chem classes in college was writing lab reports.
He almost always got his results right but couldn’t explain it, because it was just “I did it until it felt right” and the profs did Not accept that so he had to get used to actually using standard measurements.
And now here we are in the aftermath of Danny’s lab for fear antitoxin in Gotham Academy.
He was trying to be relatable with these Gotham kids and give them a lab that would be practical and something that they’d actually use to get on the kid’s good graces.
Okay, but listen, they’re all concerned about Danny and Jazz being potential super villains based on observed behavior in Gotham. But then they dig into the Fenton Siblings and pull up multiple articles about Danny Fenton in Amity Park, ranging from Danny discovering Their Purple Back Gorilla was a Female to Leading his classmates (several times) against attacking Ghosts Metas. He’s close friends with Red Huntress who is well on her way to being a Jr Leaguer in good standing with the Hero Community. He also has close ties to a particularly promising WE Programming Intern.
I would put good money on Jazz having multiple research papers and joint(with Sam’s help, who is likely a rising star in the environmentalist circles)protest/projects for reforming how voluntary and involuntary hospitalizations are handled. Her thesis paper on Mind Control can cause PTSD on the same level as a kidnapping or any situation a person experiences any range in loss of control over themselves or their lives.
Batman has a choice to make here. This is clearly a tight-knit group of Young Adults, several of whom are clearly Metas of some kind. That all have backgrounds and skills to be dangerous individuals, but past documented history shows they are Good People.
He could just, close the file and let it go until they show actual activity of crime. Or keep digging.
All interactions with Danny and Jazz are pleasant and friendly. Jazz is the most subtly hostile of the two in these instances, but only when a question is over-friendly or invasive. She’s very obviously protective of her Brother who they can see, outside a school setting he wears t-shirts, has several concerning scars visible on his arms and peeking over the neckline of his shirt. (Bonus for attractive facial scars he covers for classes, but not in his free time.)
They are viciously protective of their privacy. Which, while annoying for Batman’s need to KNOW about potential threats, is not actually out of the ordinary or people or for a Gothamite. Investigations that include interviewing people from Amity Park or Red Huntress show this isn’t a unique trait of the Fenton siblings. Nightwing got whiplash when the professional, polite AP Hero snapped out “What are you a cop?” when he asked about Danny.
NW: uh… no?
Valerie, who’s had it up to Mars with people harassing them: Sure pretty boy, but here’s what I’ll tell you about Fenton and his sister.
NW perking up at potential information: ???
Valerie: You and your team will leave them alone if you know what’s good for you.
NW: is… are they dangerous?
Valerie: The Fentons can take care of themselves, but they aren’t who you gotta worry about if something happens to them, or they feel unsafe because of some loser furry who can’t mind his god-damn business.
NW, trying his best not to laugh at loser furry: You, you know that doesn’t help, right? Look, Gotham has a high turn over rate of Chemists and Psychologists becoming villains. We just-
Valerie: First of all, pretty boy, the fastest way for someone to turn to being a bad guy is to treat them like a bad guy. You’re lucky Fenton is a bleeding heart with iron clad morals, or we’d have been fucked a decade ago. Secondly, it’s ME and his Friends who will come for your asses if you hurt them. You do anything that puts him in danger because you won’t drop it when they’ve done nothing but their jobs, and we’ll hit you so hard and fast the Flash won’t even be able to save you.
NW: okay, okay, got it. Loud and clear!
Valerie: Good. Y'all leave that embodiment of chaos and sunshine alone. Unless you need help, I guess you can ask him for assistance, but he’s retired from the Hero Game and none of us will forgive you if you try to drag him back into it.
They get similar threats when questioning Sam and Tucker.
Sam: The hell I unleash will make Dr Pam’s worst rampage look like a child throwing grass if you don’t leave them alone.
Tucker: Look, I have a good job right now, and I don’t want to fuck that up because every other tech company has some villainous Billionaire attached. But if I find out you ran off my baby boy when he’s finally in a good place and happy, I WILL find out what happens when an ancient virus is unleashed on the modern internet.
Bruce Wayne gets an untraceable Email from The Modern Cassandra, that is a detailed list of every Gotham Vigilante and their potential as a villain.
It concludes with a “Don’t start none, won’t be none.”
Okay i know we’ve moved on to other parts of this au but danny mixing chemicals the same way people bake is SENDING me. Time to recall the two chemistry classes i took in high school that i have little to no recollection of, here we go.
Now imagine Danny bringing ectoplasm into this. We all know Maddie and Jack used ectoplasm powered weapons and other such ecto contraptions (is that canon??) And I’m not saying that Danny would endanger a bunch if kids by bringing ectoplasm to school like some fucked up show and tell BUT
Ectoplasm has been a huge part of Danny’s life. His parents kept ectoplasm in the same fridge they kept food in. They had a lab for a basement. Ecto contraptions and weapons were lying around in the home and nobody thought anything was wrong with that. It was just the norm. Hell,,,,,Danny himself is an ecto entity. Amity Park itself was brimming with ambient ectoplasm.
You can’t expect all that to just go away when he moves to Gotham.
Give me Danny who makes absentminded remarks while looking at a random students experiment like “Wow this could be thicker than ectoplasm”, “How did you manage to fuck this up so bad it looks like ectoplasm how”
Give me weird chem teach Danny who brings exactly two thermoses wherever he goes. He’s only even seen drinking out of one of them. And whatevers in there, it definitely isn’t soup or hot water. And what is in the second thermos, you ask? D o n t. D o n t a s k
Danny, overworked and underpaid like every teacher: god I wish the portal had killed me
Tim, who spent the last week trying in vain to dig up something about him : crying screaming throwing up WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
Danny: takes a swig of what looks like liquid radiation from The Thermos
A new AP Chemistry teacher in the middle of the semester would usually be pretty weird. Not at Gotham Academy, and, more importantly, not in Gotham. Even applying for the Chemistry teacher position in Gotham would get you put on a watch list somewhere. Usually for when you suddenly, inevitably, wound up missing. Or dead.
So none of the students in 1st period AP Chemistry at Gotham Academy were surprised when they walked into class to see a new teacher. They were surprised to see it was the Metalshop teacher, Dr. “Plesse call me Danny or Mr. Fenton, my parents were the Dr. Fentons” Fenton. None of the students called him Mr. Fenton of course. Gotham Academy is a very prestigious school with many very rich parents and with that came a certain respect for titles. So Dr. Fenton it was, no matter how much he complained about it.
Dr. Fenton was busily setting out what the students presumed to be the required lab equipment for their newest lab. Honestly, Dr. Heidel had chosen a great time to go missing (or dead). They’d just finished their most recent lab and unit, so Dr. Fenton wouldn’t be coming in the middle of some lab he probably only knew the basics of. His doctorate was in Mechanical Engineering after all, not Chemistry.
The students were a little confused and concerned though on why the Academy had not been able to find a substitute that didn’t already work there as a full time teacher. Usually there were plenty of substitutes to choose from, at least there were for the amount of money that the Academy could throw around from their parents’ generous donations.
So, with just a few whispered theories on what happened to the last teacher (some as mundane as a brief sickness, and others as ostentatious as them becoming a new Rogue), they settled down at their assigned seats to wait for the bell to start class.
As the last students trickled in with seconds to spare, Dr. Fenton turned towards the class, wide grin and excited eyes fixed on them. The students who were not in Metalshop were unnerved by this, the smile seeming just a bit too big, with just a few too many teeth, and the eyes shining a bit too brightly to just be the fluorescent lights reflecting off of them.
The students who took Metalshop were also unnerved, but for different reasons. They knew that that expression could only mean that they were going to be learning something that would make them feel like their brain had been turned to putty and their perspective was going to be flipped inside out and sideways. It was always an interesting, if slightly horrifying, feeling.
As the bell rang, Dr. Fenton clapped his hands. “Hello class! As you can see Dr. Heidel isn’t here today. They will not be returning unfortunately, they got a sudden offer they couldn’t refuse and left immediately for Metropolis. I will be filling in today while Principal Ramirez looks for a new Chemistry teacher and so I figured we could all do a more fun and practical lab today!”
Most of the class relaxed a bit at this. Dr. Heidel wasn’t dead at least, even if they were likely on the run from one of the Rogues. And they had a substitute who was just gonna give them a fun do nothing lab.
The Metalshop students only became more tense. They had a much better idea of what Dr. Fenton considered fun, and it was usually a lot more difficult (though very rewarding) than the standard lessons. Being practical as well just made it more concerning honestly.
“As you all know, the Rogues in the city use a lot of chemical based weaponry. Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin, the Joker’s Laughing Gas, Poison Ivy’s…well everything, to name a few. So I thought it would be best if I taught you how make at least 1 cure. Today we will be making the cure for Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin AND making it into an easy to carry injectable form, similar in design and function to an EpiPen! I-”
The class erupted into noise.
“What do you mean -”
“Cure for Fear Toxin?! How-”
“No way you can -”
“No way WE can-”
“This won’t work-”
“How would you even know-”
“But you’re not a REAL Chemistry-”
Dr. Fenton clapped his hands once, the sound seeming louder than it should be, silencing everyone.
“Now as I was saying, first I will show you how to make it and insert it into the No-Fear Pen, then I will hand you the instructions and help you to do it. Is that clear?”
Seeing a fewrl reluctant nods, Dr. Fenton smiled a little wider and almost seemed to vibrate a bit as he moved towards the beakers and chemicals on the desk in front of him.
“First we will take just a drop of ethylene, a dash of sodium pentothal-,” Dr. Fenton stopped, about to pour the sodium pentothal into the mixing beaker, as he saw a hand shoot into the air and many surprised faces.
“Yes, uh, Tim, right?” He asked.
“Right. Aren’t you going to measure the sodium pentothal, Dr. Fenton? And how did you get that?” Tim Drake asked, voice seeming very strained. Most of the class nodded, a few whispering about it to their lab partner.
“I am measuring it, Tim. No need to worry. I’m using what feels right. And of course I made all the more complicated chemicals you’ll be using for this lab. It would have taken much too long to walk through the whole process to every chemical we are using today, but I appreciate the commitment to Chemistry!” Dr. Fenton’s hands steadily poured “a dash” of sodium pentothal into the beaker, barely looking at it while he answered the question.
“Sir! I don’t think that’s safe! You’re not even looking at it and you’re not measuring it. What even is ‘a dash’ supposed to mean? This is Chemistry, not cooking!” Tim nearly shouted.
“Nonsense! All cooking is Chemistry! And just like with cooking, you measure with your heart. But, since you’re still learning, I’ve written up comprehensive directions and measurements for you. And I’ll be walking around the class so I can spot anyone who looks like they need help. Wouldn’t want to add to much salt to your recipe right? Speaking of salt, that’s the next ingredient! Specifically Sodium Borate, otherwise known as Borax! We’ll be adding a pinch of that.” Dr. Fenton said, a nearly manic grin on his face.
The class collectively decided that Dr. Fenton was definitely not completely (or at all) sane, and was probably the most likely teacher to become a Rogue that they’ve yet seen. In the interest of not being what tips him over the edge, they all quietly (slightly fearfully) focus on the lab and the instructions given to them.
“…And then you just slide this tube into the No-Fear Pen and you’re done! One Fear Toxin cure…antivenom? Eh whatever, one cure ready to go! And what practical lab would be complete without a practical demonstration!”
Everyone’s eyes widened at that, several of them nearly falling out of their chairs to get away as they saw Dr. Fenton pull out a small capsule, easy grin seeming again, just a little too wide, teeth a little too sharp to be human.
“To show that this cure works I’ll just breathe in a little of my home made Fear Toxin then inject myself, don’t worry, you’ll have the opportunity to test it as well, but only after I demonstrate it’s safety,” Dr. Fenton said, completely miss reading the emotions of his students. Nearly all of students started scrambling back, except Tim Drake who sprang forward, chair toppling as he vaulted over the table, desperately trying to grab the capsule. But with a slight squeeze of Dr. Fenton’s fingers, the small capsule broke and a comparatively large puff of gas escaped, immediately breathed in by Dr. Fenton.
“Please everyone remain in your seats, even you Mr. Drake. The Fear Toxin should start to take effect in 3…2…1!” Dr. Fenton said calmly. Far too calmly for such an insane act as to deliberately breathe in Fear Toxin. As he finished sp3aking they all saw him visibly go pale, eyes dilating and almost seeming to reflect more of the overhead lights, before his arm suddenly sprung up, No-Fear Pen in hand, and slammed down into his own thigh. Exactly like administering an epipen.
The class collectively held their breath as the fearful, nearly crazed look, went out of Dr. Fentons eyes and his skin went back to his normal healthy tan, though sweat still beaded his brow. Tim Drake, previously frozen from the sheer absurdity of the situation, slowly untensed his body and walked back to his table, barely remembering to pick his chair up before he sat in it.
“And there you have it! One functioning No-Fear…Anti-Fear? I like Anti-Fear, let’s go with that! One Anti-Fear, ready to be administered just like an epipen! Just jam it into you thigh with all your strength and you should be fine! Now who’s ready for the lab?” Dr. Fenton exclaimed, throwing his hands up in excitement, grin fixed on his face.
Slowly, like their teacher was a tiger rather than a man, they nodded, none of them daring to blink or break eye contact from their Definitely-Going-to-be-a-Rogue teacher. Several of them readied their phones under the table, unsure if they should call 911 now, or wait until things actually devolved in the classroom.
“Excellent! Let me just get these instructions handed out to you. Oh! And of you like this lab, then you’ll love it next week when I’m subbing for Mr. Takahashi, the Home Ec teacher! I’m going to teach you how to make a cure for the Joker’s Laughing Gas as little hard candies. They’re Blue Raspberry flavor!”
None of the class knew quite how to respond to that, but, well, if their teacher was insane, at least they were getting something useful out if him before he went off the deep end and became a Rogue, right?
When Danny finds out he’s considered a guaranteed future rogue he tries to reassure his students except that his perspective on the world is so foreign that it doesn’t quite work.
“So long as the government doesn’t illegalize my existence again, I not going to become a criminal promise!”
“Of course I’m not going to become a Rogue! Do you have any idea how much effort that would take? There are plenty of other easier ways to become famous or infamous than that!”
“I might be retired from the limelight but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go in the opposite direction!”
Other Ideas for advanced demonstrations (these don’t work if they’re not biocoded to the student.):
My-Portal-Home (MHP): A one time use get out of emergency device! It’ll teleport you to wherever you mentally associate with safety. (For his mechanics class, doesn’t work if they’re in jail or teleport then to a place that they’re not welcome.) (Looks like a joke toy, but it works.)
Revival: I know that the death rate is ridiculously high in this city, so here’s an energy drink to undo that! (For Biochem, uses ectoplasm.) (Is that a class that regular high schools have? Because mine did, but mine was weird.) (Doesn’t work on death by natural old age.)
Considering his hero background, Danny could become Gotham Academy’s go-to substitute for any subject. Every student leaves his lesson with a new way to stay safe in Gotham. He substitutes for a P.E. teacher and all students know how to defend against 4 assailants without causing permanent damage. He covers for a Geometry teacher and teaches them how to calculate the trajectory of a brick being thrown at Man-Bat on the fly. He even fills in for a single Psych class and has a very passionate lecture about parasocial that actually makes quite a few students re-think how they view their own interactions with the local Bats. No one can deny that Danny is a brilliant teacher, his methods just leave so many questions. However, he also straight up bit a goon who tried to recruit him so, that’s positive?
Now I need Danny making comments on how to change the agenda of the classes so that the students can survive in the city…
Random teacher: and how do you think of teaching all this?
Danny: I’m using my school’s syllabus as a base, of course adapted to Ghotam
2nd Random Teacher: your school?
Danny: yep, Casper High, you’d walk in as a wimpy tween, and walk out as a young adult ready for college and riot squad support, or surviving an apocalyptic situation, whichever would come first…
1st and 2nd Random Teachers:…
Danny: I still remember the first rescue raid when I was around 15 years old, they had kidnapped all the adults, I had to direct all my classmates, both in the assault and in the use of the emergency airship… ah What a good times.
Except one of those teachers is the Gym teacher, so Danny eventually asks them:
“Hey, do you ever do DodgeShot in gym here?” (One thing that you have to keep in mind is that if you go to a word school, you don’t really know what goes on at regular schools.)
“Dodge… Shot?” The gym teacher replies.
“Yeah, like Dodgeball but it trains your marksmanship as welll rather than just your evasive skills. Casper High had it as a mandatory activity for Juniors and Seniors. (So that if a Ghost attacks them they can defend themselves or avoid getting hit by Ectobeams by the GIW.)”
3rd teacher: “Danny, you know that none of these ‘school activities’ are normal right? Not even for a place as dangerous as Gotham.”
Initially, no none knows how Mr. Fenton and Mr. Baxter know each other. They tease and joke and have one of those “bullying to show affection” type of relationships. (Not like actual bullying but like bickering and throwing lighthearted verbal barbs back and forth at each other.)
Then Mr. Baxter introduces the kids to DodgeShot… oh god there’s two of them.
Tim doesn’t know what’s harder: Training with Bruce or Gym period.
There’s so much good always popping up in this au. This is great because often the P.E. Teacher is the Health Class Teacher too so Not only do they learn fun new activities like DodgeShot (for the upperclassmen, but they also learn exciting new things like how to effectively pack a mini med kit, for everyday carrying, and how to be an on the spot field medic with what’s on hand!
Mr. Baxter: This is why we went over what are the bare basics and how to pack them, so you have them with you. Cutting a strip from a shirt is much quicker and more efficient than tearing.
Mr. Baxter: Since Home Ec hasn’t agreed to adding hidden pockets to their sewing section, we’ll cover that next week!
During the Summer, they have open classes at multiple Recreation Centers to teach what they know to kids from other schools like in Burnley, Crime Alley, Bowery, ect.
Some kid asks about if they have some special tricks for disarming a Bomb and Danny and Dash just look at each other before nodding as if they had a wise and serious silent conversation before saying in unison.
“Book it.”
Before launching into a lecture on what Bomb Disposal entails and why it’s a better idea to leave the area as quickly and as far as physically possible and to report sightings ASAP.
The kid who asked about bomb stuff isn’t from school they work for (most of their students avoid them outside of school hours re the whole ‘unhinged, probably rogues in the making’ thing
So anyway, Danny & Dash go ‘that’s a great lesson idea’ and coordinate to have a ‘bomb day’
They bring in bombs (they just puff glitter everywhere, but they look legit)
Danny is in his usual Metalshop class and just “today’s practical lesson is to learn how to disarm a bomb” *whips out a bomb with a timer set for the end of the class period visibly ticking down and starts lecturing about the ‘more common setup, which is what we’re using for practice today.’
Dash’s class is part evaluation, part situational awareness, & part reflexes.
he has two types of bombs - ones that are stable enough to chuck into the distance and ones that can’t be moved. They’re sprinkled around an obstacle course he puts them through (before explaining beyond ‘do not turn around or leave the course until you reach the end, super ominously’)
He waits at the end while the rest of the class lines up to go through one at a time every few minutes
The first person out is like “Dr. Baxter holy shit there are bombs in there!”
Holds up clipboard, “how many did you spot and where?”
“How- that doesn’t matter we have to warn the others and get out of here!”
“Not to worry [student], those are good instincts to have but this is all part of the exercise. I’ll give the full debrief when everyone is through, for now just tell me how many you spotted and how many different kinds.”
“…s…seven…? But Dr. Baxter-”
next student interrupts by barreling out screaming “Dr. Baxter holy shit there are bombs in there!”
At the end he’s like “Most of you failed to note all of the bomb’s locations and only 4 of you noticed there was more than one kind. Those of you with run times above three minutes will be doing runs tomorrow. I notice only three of you exited the course entirely - likely because the sides were lined with bombs and wire. Good job on finding an exit, Tim. While flexibility wasn’t the point of this lesson it’s an advantageous skill to have in many situations! Mara, Davis,” he addresses the glitter-covered students, whose shrieks of terror everyone could still recall. “I would advise you to consider how affecting your environment might trigger the dangers around you the next time you find yourselves surrounded by bombs.”
“But now,” he claps his hands, “Let’s talk about id'ing which bombs are throw-able to determine how everyone could have exited the maze early on.”
When Danny’s morning students get to the maze, they’re resigned.
Miraculously, no one called the cops. In part bc Danny had never gotten in trouble for having stuff like Joker Gas or Fear Toxin so why would a bomb be different? In part bc people don’t carry their phones in gym (they have to leave them in a tray at the door) or Tim would’ve had the bats in there.
—–
Imagine Tim coming home with a small bruise and Bruce is like ‘What happened? At school?? That wasn’t there this morning????’
’…I lost.’
‘Lost what???’
‘Dodgeshot’
’?????????’
—–
…consider. Wes has not let the Phantom thing go. Maybe he doesn’t try to tell people anymore (bc he’s realized that ‘the light of truth is not enough to break through your foul sway on the innocent masses minds’) but he just. Follows Danny around.
The Fentons won’t sell him stuff bc he literally said he wanted to use it on Danny (& then bc they realized Danny was Phantom and wow, good thing they said no)
The GIW won’t sell to him bc he made them look like even bigger idiots, publically, by trying to do the Phantom=Fenton thing and then everyone mocks them and shows them the memes. They got a lot of shit for thinking Gregor was a ghost disguised as a human. The mockery for thinking an alive-person with a pulse is Phantom? ridiculous.
(They actually don’t care about being mocked or they wouldn’t be GIW, but it was so vicious & public that they lost funding for ‘poor resource management’ or something)
So since he can’t expose/fight him Wes ‘detailed corkboard on Fenton=Phantom theory’ Weston just decides to follow Danny around to keep an eye on him.
Danny thinks it’s hilarious
They’re kinda moving into frenemy-territory slowly but surely, so it could be worse.
I could totally see him as a history (look at how it all connects) teacher.
Or a cop.
he’d be perfect as a cop omg
First time Danny brings in Joker gas someone 911’s and Wes is one of the responding cops.
The demonstration is over by the time the police show up (the kid texted them and is trying to text to cancel but now the cops are there so no one was expecting them).
The principal gets contacted and is like ‘not to worry the exercise is approved.’ but the cops insist on talking to the person.
“Fenton,” the first cop in the room greets, ignoring his partner behind him saying ‘let me- dangit.’
“Wes,” Danny grins. “I’m surprised to see you in Gotham.”
“I have my eyes on you, Fenton,” he hisses. “Tell me how you got your hands on Joker Gas?”
“Alright, that’s enough,” his partner grabs Wes’ shoulder and drags him back. “I’m sorry for him, he’s new Dr….Fenton? Was it. But we do need to know how you got your hands on the Joker Gas.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble officer. I just vacuumed some up during the last attack.” Danny smiles.
“…Vacuumed.”
“Yep! The Fenton Weasel 2.7, for all your sample collection needs! I’d been thinking of doing this lesson for a while, so when the gas popped up on my doorstep and I needed to either wait for it to dissipate or clean it up I figured two birds, one stone. You know?”
“…Right. Well. Have a nice d-”
“No! There is no way we’re just letting this go! He brought Joker Gas into a school! We can’t just-”
Danny cuts off Wes with a cough.
“My lesson was pre-approved, Wes,” his grin is just as wide and off-putting as the day he dosed himself with Fear Gas. “The only reason you’re here at all is because my explanations were inadequate to soothe my students’ nerves.”
Officer Weston ground his teeth before snarling out, “My. Eye. On You,” pointing to his eyes then to Danny, and whirling to leave - once again abandoning his visibly exasperated partner.
1) Wes identifies Batman within a week and is soon after officially banned from responding to incidents at Wayne Enterprises because he keeps running off to try and report Danny Fenton to Bruce Wayne for being a ghost
2) Wes is almost always tackled or prevented by the new former Amity Parker intern Tucker, so Bruce never gets any useful information but Wes INSISTS LOUDLY that he needs to “tell Batman” so he’s gotta triple investigate Wes and stay far away
3) all the Amity Parkers therefore hear about Bruce being Batman from Wes and either disregard it or take it as gospel truth, with no way to identify why each thinks the way they do
4) the reason there are so many Amity Parkers in Gotham is because it is the only other city in America the Justice League never fucking go to, either because
a) they assume the residents will get it if they bitch about the Justice League being useless
b) they don’t wanna run into the league personally for fear of what they will say or do
Or c) they assume Batman is a ghost and the rogues have the kind of wacky antics they’re used to. When someone asks Dash why the hell he would willingly move to Gotham, he explains offhandedly
“Oh, I tried Chicago and Detroit, but it was just too quiet for me. I can’t settle down without at least a little excitement y’know.”
None of the Amity Parkers are ever asked that question again for fear of their answers.
5) Scarecrow and Joker are FUCKING LIVID that some goddamn school teacher is giving out cures for their secret weapons, and even fucking sharing the recipe
The fucking GIRL GUIDES have a badge now for making your own batch of anti-Joker sweets and selling them around town
But only one of them attacks the Gotham Academy
Only once
And sadly for Joker, it’s the day after the first gym class bomb run
Some of the kids are almost relieved they won’t have to do it again but also terrified because what the fuck is Professor Baxter going to do???
Professor Baxter is going to loudly and cheerfully declare “alright kids, we’ll pick this up another day but it looks like there’s some trouble so let’s all go to the bomb shelter!”
And all the kids just. Stare at him. Because yeah the American education system is A Trip but what fucking school has a bomb shelter?? (More than half the students realising yeah this is Gotham we fucking need one)
When someone hesitantly reminds Dash there is no bomb shelter, he sighs heartily, shakes his head, and scoops up an armful of bombs
“Yeah, alright, I forgot. We’ll just go to Fenton’s class, raid the sports equipment first for weapons and Tim, Louis, Cassidy, you guys pick up some of the throwable bombs, you did best on your tests”
And I mean the kids aren’t gonna argue against being armed it’s a fucking Joker attack, some grab spares for the other kids in Danny’s class and Dash nods approvingly and gives them extra credit
They get to class and the gym kids are fucking VIBRATING what the shit are these two gonna do together are they gonna action man out and take the Joker down themselves???? Tim is freaking out is this Danny’s villain arc he can’t get away Dash gave him A BOMB
But when they get there Dash and Danny share looks (and Danny hastily removes something above the door before Dash opens it, this is normal) and Dash nods to the kids
“Alright Fenton, you keep an eye on the kids and set these up” *delivers an armload of bombs* “and I’ll be back soon”
Dr Fenton nods like this is somehow normal and off Dash goes.
10 seconds later, Danny is grinning at the class again
“Alright everyone from Shop class, this is gonna be worth… let’s say 20 percent of your final grade, if I can get back into this room WITHOUT being covered in glitter you’ll all have to do an extra project to make it back up. Set up your bombs, I see you have weapons, well done, share those out and everyone else… do you all have your Joker candies? There’s an extra bag in my desk, stay quiet, stay low, and no one tell Dash I left.”
And then he climbs out the fucking window with a fucking scifi looking ray gun
Tim is fucking TORN on the one hand he NEEDS to get out there and coordinate with B and get this under control, on the other hand these kids are now fucking undefended and also he does not have time for an extra project in shop class
No one ever finds out exactly what happened but by the time the Bats hit the scene Joker is concussed, covered in glitter, and sobbing quietly
Danny gets back in unscathed (dammit) about 20 seconds before Dash runs back in and triggers the bombs
Tim successfully argues that Danny can’t prove he was unscathed in the next shop class and they could just tell Dash he left, so they all get that free 20%
6) if Dick EVER complains about his time at school again Tim just stares at him dead eyed like a war vet
7) despite Danny’s known penchant for biting goons, Red Hood approaches him personally to ask him to run extra safety classes in Crime Alley, under his personal protection
Danny agrees and it’s so weird, Jason’s had some seriously accelerated healing ever since coming back but he has this weird bite shaped bruise on his ribs for 2 weeks after that he will not talk about
Why can’t I see Danny in anything else besides a white lab coat, and science goggles for the entirety of this?? Like he’d look like that one prompt where he was a ‘villain’ to destress! And I love it!
And honestly? I’m liking the Danny x Dash possibilities in here! With shortking!Danny it just makes it cuter when Fenton has to stand on his toes to wrap his arms around Dash’s neck and Dash LET’S HIM!!
Holy shit. I love how this has become a whole ass fic. XXXDDD I would put in my two cents but it’s far too early/late in the morning and I should probably sleep. -w-
But like if there’s this one incident where something more ghostly happens and Tim is the only one to witness it. Idk what it would be but I think it would be funny. Like if an Observant comes to Danny in the break room to talk about ghostly/kingly stuff but ends up getting souped instead cause that is something that he doesn’t want to deal with, now or ever.
There’s a week where Danny subs for the physics teacher. For the entire week they talk about different dimensions and how to get to them. By the end of his subbing period, Danny and his classes have created a working portal to the Infinite Realms. It doesn’t work for long but it’s enough. It burns out one minute and twenty three seconds after being activated and stable. Luckily with his personal experience and his parents notes, no one becomes a halfa or comes down with a nasty case of ecto acne.
This au is just so much fun. If anyone writes an actual fic about this, please tag me! ^w^
So… I have ruminated on these thoughts and have come up with some more ideas.
Imagine Dash and Danny taking separate groups of students through a Metropolis Museum of some sort. Big villain chum attacks near Dash’s group; hence the students getting extra points for evacuating civilians and doing first aid. Dash distracts the big chum and kicks their ass.
BUT.
Dannys group was farther in and got stuck in the villains trap. Now locked in, the villain (stupidly) declares (declared is a strong word theyre really wheezing after Dash is done with them) that they have planted a bomb in the museum and unless the hero bows to their demands the kids inside will die.
Hero comes a bit late and gets held up trying to get the villains detonator. They storm in, ready to help the kids only to see Danny and Co. calmly walking out with (diffused bomb) carefully packaged and ready for disposal.
Some quotes I thought of:
*trap goes off, everyone is freaking out a bit. Tim knows he’ll live this down.*
Danny notices the bomb. And gets them to a safe (as safe as they can be) distance before realizing what kind of bomb it is and approaching it. “Oh Kids! This is a great learning opportunity! Watch closely. Now, before we start, what are the steps to safely take care of a bomb?”
Kids, behind tables and shelves: “Determine. Defuse. Dispose.”
“ That’s right! Now is this a bomb we can throw? Kevin?”
Kevin: “No, it doesn’t have (bomb part? Idk the difference sorry)”
“ Good! We have determined what kind of bomb it is. This is where it gets fun! See this cylinder here? This is a chemical that reacts violently to ignition! Diffusing this bomb will need to be done with a steady hand….”
The look on everyone’s face as the group waltzes out of the museum, diffused bomb in hand to give to the authorities/hero(es) is something Tim will never forget. (Tim took notes the entire time and definitely plans on using this knowledge in the future)
By the end of the ordeal, both classes have learned something new, Dash and Danny are new internet celebrities and Kon will never again doubt anything Tim says about his Chemistry teacher.
All this to say that Danny is a different flavor of Ms. Frizzle. Especially with the “Bomb threat is a great learning opportunity.”
This is my favorite DP x DC post.
Kwan needs to also get a job at Gotham Academy or nearby just for that Dash Kwan meet up and all of their students assuming that Kwan might be the only normal Amity Parker.
He can be a literature teacher, specializing in poems. He keeps a Fenton Anti-Creep Stick under his desk.
I’d say that maybe Kwan is a lit teacher in Metropolis? Not a lot of schools have teachers all from the same hometown. During some school field trips or Highschool football games could cause them to travel and meet each other?
Additionally: Kwan is the coach for the Metropolis High football team.
What if while Kwan and Dash meet at like a school sports game they trade ideas for PE?
“I’ve been teaching them DodgeShot, can’t believe somewhere like GOTHAM doesn’t teach this.”
“Really? I wanted to try one of Our Games but in Metropolis I’ll probably get in trouble, so I just double the amount of dodgeball and baseball”
Kon, very far away and overhearing: “what’s DodgeShot?”
Tim, unfased with a dead fish stare: “pain”
After that school trip Danny probably becomes somewhat of a public figure in Gotham, occasionally people stop him on the street. If they ask for pictures or autographs he’ll indulge them of course, if he’s not busy.
If it’s the less friendly kind of stopping in the street, where a car pulls up and points a gun at him to get in? Let’s just say once and never again.
He got into the car of course, when a Gotham rogue points a gun at you, you damn well play along lest you lose your life, or well, your half life but they don’t know that.
When they stopped at a random rundown warehouse, Danny got shoved inside, and they demanded he make some new chemical weapon for them that there isn’t an antidote for. Danny, of course, had been expecting this since he got asked to become the chemistry substitute three months ago. They never found someone else to fill the vacancy and he was doing just fine so they let him stay.
By the time the bats arrives all the goons were covered in glitter and coughing up smoke but otherwise unharmed. A note was left behind telling the bats to get there sooner next time, this was sloppy. And for red robin to please see him after class.
The bats can’t tell how Danny figured it out, with how much Tim has seen in his class, he’s not surprised Danny could.
Dick (you think Bruce actually goes to these?) wants to know why Tim is coming back with bruises every now and then,
and why he finds baby bird at 2am, with a haunted look as he whispers, “a dash of sodium peroxide…if the bomb doesn’t have a cylindrical tube, book it…a sprinkle…a sprinkle of copper powder…” as he sips coffee from what Tim insists is The ThermosTM
The ThermosTM is incredibly ugly.
But he’s also concerned about Tim’s chemistry class lab safety, or lack of.
@nightfox321 Yes! It’s one of my favorites too! I’m glad you enjoyed reading this amalgamation of the fandom. Thank you for re-blogging, it’s always lovely to read reactions.
Danny is a Chemistry teacher at Gotham Academy. His favorite student is Tim. He shocks the students by teaching and creating a Fear Antitoxin for the kids to learn as part of their curriculum.
Danny is just regarded as the fuckin strange occult wizard man of chemistry. The best (and worst) part is that he’s so damn used to the way his parents taught him how to do chemistry that he doesn’t give instructions with proper measurements when demonstrating the lab in class.
Like, what are the moles? What are the measurements that are needed for this? What materials will you need?
Nah.
Danny opens the demonstration with, “Just a warning, half of the steps I will be showing you in this demonstration will not actually be featured in the lab. I didn’t have [chemical], [chemical], or [chemical] but I did purchase some household cleaning and beauty products from dollar tree that I finished isolating them out of 30 minutes before class.“
“And for [chemical], you can make it out of these two, so that’s taken care of.”
“I made sure to order more but it won’t come in until next Wednesday. So don’t worry, when you do this lab yourself, you will not need to do these steps, but I figured it would be a good learning experience.”
“I only had the time to dilute the chemicals before this period, so I apologize.”
“Dr. Fenton?
“You want me to buy water? No. I’ll dilute the chemicals myself. I don’t really have proper PPE besides gloves and safety goggles, so I’ll just have to make do.”
But it’s just something he’s done so much before the verbal instructions are like, “Put enough in until it looks like there’s enough”
For the lab instructions for the students, he has a worksheet with the the actual recipe in standard measurements but when he’s showing the class how it’s done? Rough measurements BABEY
The way he’s doing it, there should be a massive fucking margin of error and he should absolutely not be getting the product he wants because that’s not how chemistry should Work. The lab required a micropipette and he’s doing it by eye.
Like, maybe people who have 30+ years working in their field with something they have done a bajillion times. But absolutely not a 25 year old who has a degree in Mechanical Engineering and got his PhD last year! And even then, doing it by eye is just asking for you to fuck up and waste your materials.
Why does Danny work as a chemistry teacher when he has a degree in Mechanical Engineering?
Well, Danny got an emergency teaching certificate because he took a lot of chem classes in college and Gotham Academy was desperate.
The chem teachers in Gotham have had a trend of getting themselves in deep shit from criminal organizations threatening them to order chemicals needed to manufacture [x] toxin or drug.
And they’d agree because it was for a ridiculous price, but if the chem teachers weren’t able to supply them enough or the criminals couldn’t get what they got the chemicals for to work, they’d blame it on the chem teacher and not their shitty chemistry practices or storing, and they’d get killed.
So, Gotham is running short on demand for chemistry teachers.
It’s also how Danny found out what was in the fear toxins.
Small criminal organizations didn’t have big reach to other means to get chemicals in bulk so they’d go to where they know chemicals can be ordered: schools for chem.
And the small criminal organizations try to replicate the toxins based off what they’ve heard is in them. Based off the previous Chemistry teacher’s ordering history, Danny was able to get a fairly good guess to what’s in it.
And if Danny was Really good at chem (like fictional mad scientist level good), then through tinkering around, he was able to find out what was missing.
Tim is now baffled.
How the fuck this guy who teaches the shop classes also know enough about chemistry that he can make a fear toxin antivenom without ridiculously high-tech equipment with stupid levels of precision measuring????
Danny just shrugs if he’s asked. He’s used to helping his parents in the lab.
I mean, do you think the Drs Fenton actually praticed good sterile technique? Or proper lab safety? Or actually measured or recorded their experiments by moles or standard measurements or anything? Or isolate chemicals from cheap household cleaners? Or ordered at anything less than the highest concentration they could and diluted it themselves because they weren’t going to pay for water.
Fuck no. They learned how to adapt based on what they had and learned how to do it based on sight, smell, heat, color, taste, etc. (Yes, taste. There’s a reason ectoplasm is stored in the fridge and it’s because they think it’s safe for human consumption.
It’s one of the reasons the Drs. Fenton were dismissed by the scientific community. Their experiments didn’t have precise measurements and had a very low chance of the results being replicated because of how they did it.
The biggest challenge Danny had in chem classes in college was writing lab reports.
He almost always got his results right but couldn’t explain it, because it was just “I did it until it felt right” and the profs did Not accept that so he had to get used to actually using standard measurements.
And now here we are in the aftermath of Danny’s lab for fear antitoxin in Gotham Academy.
He was trying to be relatable with these Gotham kids and give them a lab that would be practical and something that they’d actually use to get on the kid’s good graces.
Okay, but listen, they’re all concerned about Danny and Jazz being potential super villains based on observed behavior in Gotham. But then they dig into the Fenton Siblings and pull up multiple articles about Danny Fenton in Amity Park, ranging from Danny discovering Their Purple Back Gorilla was a Female to Leading his classmates (several times) against attacking Ghosts Metas. He’s close friends with Red Huntress who is well on her way to being a Jr Leaguer in good standing with the Hero Community. He also has close ties to a particularly promising WE Programming Intern.
I would put good money on Jazz having multiple research papers and joint(with Sam’s help, who is likely a rising star in the environmentalist circles)protest/projects for reforming how voluntary and involuntary hospitalizations are handled. Her thesis paper on Mind Control can cause PTSD on the same level as a kidnapping or any situation a person experiences any range in loss of control over themselves or their lives.
Batman has a choice to make here. This is clearly a tight-knit group of Young Adults, several of whom are clearly Metas of some kind. That all have backgrounds and skills to be dangerous individuals, but past documented history shows they are Good People.
He could just, close the file and let it go until they show actual activity of crime. Or keep digging.
All interactions with Danny and Jazz are pleasant and friendly. Jazz is the most subtly hostile of the two in these instances, but only when a question is over-friendly or invasive. She’s very obviously protective of her Brother who they can see, outside a school setting he wears t-shirts, has several concerning scars visible on his arms and peeking over the neckline of his shirt. (Bonus for attractive facial scars he covers for classes, but not in his free time.)
They are viciously protective of their privacy. Which, while annoying for Batman’s need to KNOW about potential threats, is not actually out of the ordinary or people or for a Gothamite. Investigations that include interviewing people from Amity Park or Red Huntress show this isn’t a unique trait of the Fenton siblings. Nightwing got whiplash when the professional, polite AP Hero snapped out “What are you a cop?” when he asked about Danny.
NW: uh… no?
Valerie, who’s had it up to Mars with people harassing them: Sure pretty boy, but here’s what I’ll tell you about Fenton and his sister.
NW perking up at potential information: ???
Valerie: You and your team will leave them alone if you know what’s good for you.
NW: is… are they dangerous?
Valerie: The Fentons can take care of themselves, but they aren’t who you gotta worry about if something happens to them, or they feel unsafe because of some loser furry who can’t mind his god-damn business.
NW, trying his best not to laugh at loser furry: You, you know that doesn’t help, right? Look, Gotham has a high turn over rate of Chemists and Psychologists becoming villains. We just-
Valerie: First of all, pretty boy, the fastest way for someone to turn to being a bad guy is to treat them like a bad guy. You’re lucky Fenton is a bleeding heart with iron clad morals, or we’d have been fucked a decade ago. Secondly, it’s ME and his Friends who will come for your asses if you hurt them. You do anything that puts him in danger because you won’t drop it when they’ve done nothing but their jobs, and we’ll hit you so hard and fast the Flash won’t even be able to save you.
NW: okay, okay, got it. Loud and clear!
Valerie: Good. Y'all leave that embodiment of chaos and sunshine alone. Unless you need help, I guess you can ask him for assistance, but he’s retired from the Hero Game and none of us will forgive you if you try to drag him back into it.
They get similar threats when questioning Sam and Tucker.
Sam: The hell I unleash will make Dr Pam’s worst rampage look like a child throwing grass if you don’t leave them alone.
Tucker: Look, I have a good job right now, and I don’t want to fuck that up because every other tech company has some villainous Billionaire attached. But if I find out you ran off my baby boy when he’s finally in a good place and happy, I WILL find out what happens when an ancient virus is unleashed on the modern internet.
Bruce Wayne gets an untraceable Email from The Modern Cassandra, that is a detailed list of every Gotham Vigilante and their potential as a villain.
It concludes with a “Don’t start none, won’t be none.”
Okay i know we’ve moved on to other parts of this au but danny mixing chemicals the same way people bake is SENDING me. Time to recall the two chemistry classes i took in high school that i have little to no recollection of, here we go.
Now imagine Danny bringing ectoplasm into this. We all know Maddie and Jack used ectoplasm powered weapons and other such ecto contraptions (is that canon??) And I’m not saying that Danny would endanger a bunch if kids by bringing ectoplasm to school like some fucked up show and tell BUT
Ectoplasm has been a huge part of Danny’s life. His parents kept ectoplasm in the same fridge they kept food in. They had a lab for a basement. Ecto contraptions and weapons were lying around in the home and nobody thought anything was wrong with that. It was just the norm. Hell,,,,,Danny himself is an ecto entity. Amity Park itself was brimming with ambient ectoplasm.
You can’t expect all that to just go away when he moves to Gotham.
Give me Danny who makes absentminded remarks while looking at a random students experiment like “Wow this could be thicker than ectoplasm”, “How did you manage to fuck this up so bad it looks like ectoplasm how”
Give me weird chem teach Danny who brings exactly two thermoses wherever he goes. He’s only even seen drinking out of one of them. And whatevers in there, it definitely isn’t soup or hot water. And what is in the second thermos, you ask? D o n t. D o n t a s k
Danny, overworked and underpaid like every teacher: god I wish the portal had killed me
Tim, who spent the last week trying in vain to dig up something about him : crying screaming throwing up WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
Danny: takes a swig of what looks like liquid radiation from The Thermos
A new AP Chemistry teacher in the middle of the semester would usually be pretty weird. Not at Gotham Academy, and, more importantly, not in Gotham. Even applying for the Chemistry teacher position in Gotham would get you put on a watch list somewhere. Usually for when you suddenly, inevitably, wound up missing. Or dead.
So none of the students in 1st period AP Chemistry at Gotham Academy were surprised when they walked into class to see a new teacher. They were surprised to see it was the Metalshop teacher, Dr. “Plesse call me Danny or Mr. Fenton, my parents were the Dr. Fentons” Fenton. None of the students called him Mr. Fenton of course. Gotham Academy is a very prestigious school with many very rich parents and with that came a certain respect for titles. So Dr. Fenton it was, no matter how much he complained about it.
Dr. Fenton was busily setting out what the students presumed to be the required lab equipment for their newest lab. Honestly, Dr. Heidel had chosen a great time to go missing (or dead). They’d just finished their most recent lab and unit, so Dr. Fenton wouldn’t be coming in the middle of some lab he probably only knew the basics of. His doctorate was in Mechanical Engineering after all, not Chemistry.
The students were a little confused and concerned though on why the Academy had not been able to find a substitute that didn’t already work there as a full time teacher. Usually there were plenty of substitutes to choose from, at least there were for the amount of money that the Academy could throw around from their parents’ generous donations.
So, with just a few whispered theories on what happened to the last teacher (some as mundane as a brief sickness, and others as ostentatious as them becoming a new Rogue), they settled down at their assigned seats to wait for the bell to start class.
As the last students trickled in with seconds to spare, Dr. Fenton turned towards the class, wide grin and excited eyes fixed on them. The students who were not in Metalshop were unnerved by this, the smile seeming just a bit too big, with just a few too many teeth, and the eyes shining a bit too brightly to just be the fluorescent lights reflecting off of them.
The students who took Metalshop were also unnerved, but for different reasons. They knew that that expression could only mean that they were going to be learning something that would make them feel like their brain had been turned to putty and their perspective was going to be flipped inside out and sideways. It was always an interesting, if slightly horrifying, feeling.
As the bell rang, Dr. Fenton clapped his hands. “Hello class! As you can see Dr. Heidel isn’t here today. They will not be returning unfortunately, they got a sudden offer they couldn’t refuse and left immediately for Metropolis. I will be filling in today while Principal Ramirez looks for a new Chemistry teacher and so I figured we could all do a more fun and practical lab today!”
Most of the class relaxed a bit at this. Dr. Heidel wasn’t dead at least, even if they were likely on the run from one of the Rogues. And they had a substitute who was just gonna give them a fun do nothing lab.
The Metalshop students only became more tense. They had a much better idea of what Dr. Fenton considered fun, and it was usually a lot more difficult (though very rewarding) than the standard lessons. Being practical as well just made it more concerning honestly.
“As you all know, the Rogues in the city use a lot of chemical based weaponry. Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin, the Joker’s Laughing Gas, Poison Ivy’s…well everything, to name a few. So I thought it would be best if I taught you how make at least 1 cure. Today we will be making the cure for Scarecrow’s Fear Toxin AND making it into an easy to carry injectable form, similar in design and function to an EpiPen! I-”
The class erupted into noise.
“What do you mean -”
“Cure for Fear Toxin?! How-”
“No way you can -”
“No way WE can-”
“This won’t work-”
“How would you even know-”
“But you’re not a REAL Chemistry-”
Dr. Fenton clapped his hands once, the sound seeming louder than it should be, silencing everyone.
“Now as I was saying, first I will show you how to make it and insert it into the No-Fear Pen, then I will hand you the instructions and help you to do it. Is that clear?”
Seeing a fewrl reluctant nods, Dr. Fenton smiled a little wider and almost seemed to vibrate a bit as he moved towards the beakers and chemicals on the desk in front of him.
“First we will take just a drop of ethylene, a dash of sodium pentothal-,” Dr. Fenton stopped, about to pour the sodium pentothal into the mixing beaker, as he saw a hand shoot into the air and many surprised faces.
“Yes, uh, Tim, right?” He asked.
“Right. Aren’t you going to measure the sodium pentothal, Dr. Fenton? And how did you get that?” Tim Drake asked, voice seeming very strained. Most of the class nodded, a few whispering about it to their lab partner.
“I am measuring it, Tim. No need to worry. I’m using what feels right. And of course I made all the more complicated chemicals you’ll be using for this lab. It would have taken much too long to walk through the whole process to every chemical we are using today, but I appreciate the commitment to Chemistry!” Dr. Fenton’s hands steadily poured “a dash” of sodium pentothal into the beaker, barely looking at it while he answered the question.
“Sir! I don’t think that’s safe! You’re not even looking at it and you’re not measuring it. What even is ‘a dash’ supposed to mean? This is Chemistry, not cooking!” Tim nearly shouted.
“Nonsense! All cooking is Chemistry! And just like with cooking, you measure with your heart. But, since you’re still learning, I’ve written up comprehensive directions and measurements for you. And I’ll be walking around the class so I can spot anyone who looks like they need help. Wouldn’t want to add to much salt to your recipe right? Speaking of salt, that’s the next ingredient! Specifically Sodium Borate, otherwise known as Borax! We’ll be adding a pinch of that.” Dr. Fenton said, a nearly manic grin on his face.
The class collectively decided that Dr. Fenton was definitely not completely (or at all) sane, and was probably the most likely teacher to become a Rogue that they’ve yet seen. In the interest of not being what tips him over the edge, they all quietly (slightly fearfully) focus on the lab and the instructions given to them.
“…And then you just slide this tube into the No-Fear Pen and you’re done! One Fear Toxin cure…antivenom? Eh whatever, one cure ready to go! And what practical lab would be complete without a practical demonstration!”
Everyone’s eyes widened at that, several of them nearly falling out of their chairs to get away as they saw Dr. Fenton pull out a small capsule, easy grin seeming again, just a little too wide, teeth a little too sharp to be human.
“To show that this cure works I’ll just breathe in a little of my home made Fear Toxin then inject myself, don’t worry, you’ll have the opportunity to test it as well, but only after I demonstrate it’s safety,” Dr. Fenton said, completely miss reading the emotions of his students. Nearly all of students started scrambling back, except Tim Drake who sprang forward, chair toppling as he vaulted over the table, desperately trying to grab the capsule. But with a slight squeeze of Dr. Fenton’s fingers, the small capsule broke and a comparatively large puff of gas escaped, immediately breathed in by Dr. Fenton.
“Please everyone remain in your seats, even you Mr. Drake. The Fear Toxin should start to take effect in 3…2…1!” Dr. Fenton said calmly. Far too calmly for such an insane act as to deliberately breathe in Fear Toxin. As he finished sp3aking they all saw him visibly go pale, eyes dilating and almost seeming to reflect more of the overhead lights, before his arm suddenly sprung up, No-Fear Pen in hand, and slammed down into his own thigh. Exactly like administering an epipen.
The class collectively held their breath as the fearful, nearly crazed look, went out of Dr. Fentons eyes and his skin went back to his normal healthy tan, though sweat still beaded his brow. Tim Drake, previously frozen from the sheer absurdity of the situation, slowly untensed his body and walked back to his table, barely remembering to pick his chair up before he sat in it.
“And there you have it! One functioning No-Fear…Anti-Fear? I like Anti-Fear, let’s go with that! One Anti-Fear, ready to be administered just like an epipen! Just jam it into you thigh with all your strength and you should be fine! Now who’s ready for the lab?” Dr. Fenton exclaimed, throwing his hands up in excitement, grin fixed on his face.
Slowly, like their teacher was a tiger rather than a man, they nodded, none of them daring to blink or break eye contact from their Definitely-Going-to-be-a-Rogue teacher. Several of them readied their phones under the table, unsure if they should call 911 now, or wait until things actually devolved in the classroom.
“Excellent! Let me just get these instructions handed out to you. Oh! And of you like this lab, then you’ll love it next week when I’m subbing for Mr. Takahashi, the Home Ec teacher! I’m going to teach you how to make a cure for the Joker’s Laughing Gas as little hard candies. They’re Blue Raspberry flavor!”
None of the class knew quite how to respond to that, but, well, if their teacher was insane, at least they were getting something useful out if him before he went off the deep end and became a Rogue, right?
When Danny finds out he’s considered a guaranteed future rogue he tries to reassure his students except that his perspective on the world is so foreign that it doesn’t quite work.
“So long as the government doesn’t illegalize my existence again, I not going to become a criminal promise!”
“Of course I’m not going to become a Rogue! Do you have any idea how much effort that would take? There are plenty of other easier ways to become famous or infamous than that!”
“I might be retired from the limelight but that doesn’t mean I’m going to go in the opposite direction!”
Other Ideas for advanced demonstrations (these don’t work if they’re not biocoded to the student.):
My-Portal-Home (MHP): A one time use get out of emergency device! It’ll teleport you to wherever you mentally associate with safety. (For his mechanics class, doesn’t work if they’re in jail or teleport then to a place that they’re not welcome.) (Looks like a joke toy, but it works.)
Revival: I know that the death rate is ridiculously high in this city, so here’s an energy drink to undo that! (For Biochem, uses ectoplasm.) (Is that a class that regular high schools have? Because mine did, but mine was weird.) (Doesn’t work on death by natural old age.)
Considering his hero background, Danny could become Gotham Academy’s go-to substitute for any subject. Every student leaves his lesson with a new way to stay safe in Gotham. He substitutes for a P.E. teacher and all students know how to defend against 4 assailants without causing permanent damage. He covers for a Geometry teacher and teaches them how to calculate the trajectory of a brick being thrown at Man-Bat on the fly. He even fills in for a single Psych class and has a very passionate lecture about parasocial that actually makes quite a few students re-think how they view their own interactions with the local Bats. No one can deny that Danny is a brilliant teacher, his methods just leave so many questions. However, he also straight up bit a goon who tried to recruit him so, that’s positive?
Now I need Danny making comments on how to change the agenda of the classes so that the students can survive in the city…
Random teacher: and how do you think of teaching all this?
Danny: I’m using my school’s syllabus as a base, of course adapted to Ghotam
2nd Random Teacher: your school?
Danny: yep, Casper High, you’d walk in as a wimpy tween, and walk out as a young adult ready for college and riot squad support, or surviving an apocalyptic situation, whichever would come first…
1st and 2nd Random Teachers:…
Danny: I still remember the first rescue raid when I was around 15 years old, they had kidnapped all the adults, I had to direct all my classmates, both in the assault and in the use of the emergency airship… ah What a good times.
Except one of those teachers is the Gym teacher, so Danny eventually asks them:
“Hey, do you ever do DodgeShot in gym here?” (One thing that you have to keep in mind is that if you go to a word school, you don’t really know what goes on at regular schools.)
“Dodge… Shot?” The gym teacher replies.
“Yeah, like Dodgeball but it trains your marksmanship as welll rather than just your evasive skills. Casper High had it as a mandatory activity for Juniors and Seniors. (So that if a Ghost attacks them they can defend themselves or avoid getting hit by Ectobeams by the GIW.)”
3rd teacher: “Danny, you know that none of these ‘school activities’ are normal right? Not even for a place as dangerous as Gotham.”
Initially, no none knows how Mr. Fenton and Mr. Baxter know each other. They tease and joke and have one of those “bullying to show affection” type of relationships. (Not like actual bullying but like bickering and throwing lighthearted verbal barbs back and forth at each other.)
Then Mr. Baxter introduces the kids to DodgeShot… oh god there’s two of them.
Tim doesn’t know what’s harder: Training with Bruce or Gym period.
There’s so much good always popping up in this au. This is great because often the P.E. Teacher is the Health Class Teacher too so Not only do they learn fun new activities like DodgeShot (for the upperclassmen, but they also learn exciting new things like how to effectively pack a mini med kit, for everyday carrying, and how to be an on the spot field medic with what’s on hand!
Mr. Baxter: This is why we went over what are the bare basics and how to pack them, so you have them with you. Cutting a strip from a shirt is much quicker and more efficient than tearing.
Mr. Baxter: Since Home Ec hasn’t agreed to adding hidden pockets to their sewing section, we’ll cover that next week!
During the Summer, they have open classes at multiple Recreation Centers to teach what they know to kids from other schools like in Burnley, Crime Alley, Bowery, ect.
Some kid asks about if they have some special tricks for disarming a Bomb and Danny and Dash just look at each other before nodding as if they had a wise and serious silent conversation before saying in unison.
“Book it.”
Before launching into a lecture on what Bomb Disposal entails and why it’s a better idea to leave the area as quickly and as far as physically possible and to report sightings ASAP.
The kid who asked about bomb stuff isn’t from school they work for (most of their students avoid them outside of school hours re the whole ‘unhinged, probably rogues in the making’ thing
So anyway, Danny & Dash go ‘that’s a great lesson idea’ and coordinate to have a ‘bomb day’
They bring in bombs (they just puff glitter everywhere, but they look legit)
Danny is in his usual Metalshop class and just “today’s practical lesson is to learn how to disarm a bomb” *whips out a bomb with a timer set for the end of the class period visibly ticking down and starts lecturing about the ‘more common setup, which is what we’re using for practice today.’
Dash’s class is part evaluation, part situational awareness, & part reflexes.
he has two types of bombs - ones that are stable enough to chuck into the distance and ones that can’t be moved. They’re sprinkled around an obstacle course he puts them through (before explaining beyond ‘do not turn around or leave the course until you reach the end, super ominously’)
He waits at the end while the rest of the class lines up to go through one at a time every few minutes
The first person out is like “Dr. Baxter holy shit there are bombs in there!”
Holds up clipboard, “how many did you spot and where?”
“How- that doesn’t matter we have to warn the others and get out of here!”
“Not to worry [student], those are good instincts to have but this is all part of the exercise. I’ll give the full debrief when everyone is through, for now just tell me how many you spotted and how many different kinds.”
“…s…seven…? But Dr. Baxter-”
next student interrupts by barreling out screaming “Dr. Baxter holy shit there are bombs in there!”
At the end he’s like “Most of you failed to note all of the bomb’s locations and only 4 of you noticed there was more than one kind. Those of you with run times above three minutes will be doing runs tomorrow. I notice only three of you exited the course entirely - likely because the sides were lined with bombs and wire. Good job on finding an exit, Tim. While flexibility wasn’t the point of this lesson it’s an advantageous skill to have in many situations! Mara, Davis,” he addresses the glitter-covered students, whose shrieks of terror everyone could still recall. “I would advise you to consider how affecting your environment might trigger the dangers around you the next time you find yourselves surrounded by bombs.”
“But now,” he claps his hands, “Let’s talk about id'ing which bombs are throw-able to determine how everyone could have exited the maze early on.”
When Danny’s morning students get to the maze, they’re resigned.
Miraculously, no one called the cops. In part bc Danny had never gotten in trouble for having stuff like Joker Gas or Fear Toxin so why would a bomb be different? In part bc people don’t carry their phones in gym (they have to leave them in a tray at the door) or Tim would’ve had the bats in there.
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Imagine Tim coming home with a small bruise and Bruce is like ‘What happened? At school?? That wasn’t there this morning????’
’…I lost.’
‘Lost what???’
‘Dodgeshot’
’?????????’
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…consider. Wes has not let the Phantom thing go. Maybe he doesn’t try to tell people anymore (bc he’s realized that ‘the light of truth is not enough to break through your foul sway on the innocent masses minds’) but he just. Follows Danny around.
The Fentons won’t sell him stuff bc he literally said he wanted to use it on Danny (& then bc they realized Danny was Phantom and wow, good thing they said no)
The GIW won’t sell to him bc he made them look like even bigger idiots, publically, by trying to do the Phantom=Fenton thing and then everyone mocks them and shows them the memes. They got a lot of shit for thinking Gregor was a ghost disguised as a human. The mockery for thinking an alive-person with a pulse is Phantom? ridiculous.
(They actually don’t care about being mocked or they wouldn’t be GIW, but it was so vicious & public that they lost funding for ‘poor resource management’ or something)
So since he can’t expose/fight him Wes ‘detailed corkboard on Fenton=Phantom theory’ Weston just decides to follow Danny around to keep an eye on him.
Danny thinks it’s hilarious
They’re kinda moving into frenemy-territory slowly but surely, so it could be worse.
I could totally see him as a history (look at how it all connects) teacher.
Or a cop.
he’d be perfect as a cop omg
First time Danny brings in Joker gas someone 911’s and Wes is one of the responding cops.
The demonstration is over by the time the police show up (the kid texted them and is trying to text to cancel but now the cops are there so no one was expecting them).
The principal gets contacted and is like ‘not to worry the exercise is approved.’ but the cops insist on talking to the person.
“Fenton,” the first cop in the room greets, ignoring his partner behind him saying ‘let me- dangit.’
“Wes,” Danny grins. “I’m surprised to see you in Gotham.”
“I have my eyes on you, Fenton,” he hisses. “Tell me how you got your hands on Joker Gas?”
“Alright, that’s enough,” his partner grabs Wes’ shoulder and drags him back. “I’m sorry for him, he’s new Dr….Fenton? Was it. But we do need to know how you got your hands on the Joker Gas.”
“Oh, it’s no trouble officer. I just vacuumed some up during the last attack.” Danny smiles.
“…Vacuumed.”
“Yep! The Fenton Weasel 2.7, for all your sample collection needs! I’d been thinking of doing this lesson for a while, so when the gas popped up on my doorstep and I needed to either wait for it to dissipate or clean it up I figured two birds, one stone. You know?”
“…Right. Well. Have a nice d-”
“No! There is no way we’re just letting this go! He brought Joker Gas into a school! We can’t just-”
Danny cuts off Wes with a cough.
“My lesson was pre-approved, Wes,” his grin is just as wide and off-putting as the day he dosed himself with Fear Gas. “The only reason you’re here at all is because my explanations were inadequate to soothe my students’ nerves.”
Officer Weston ground his teeth before snarling out, “My. Eye. On You,” pointing to his eyes then to Danny, and whirling to leave - once again abandoning his visibly exasperated partner.
1) Wes identifies Batman within a week and is soon after officially banned from responding to incidents at Wayne Enterprises because he keeps running off to try and report Danny Fenton to Bruce Wayne for being a ghost
2) Wes is almost always tackled or prevented by the new former Amity Parker intern Tucker, so Bruce never gets any useful information but Wes INSISTS LOUDLY that he needs to “tell Batman” so he’s gotta triple investigate Wes and stay far away
3) all the Amity Parkers therefore hear about Bruce being Batman from Wes and either disregard it or take it as gospel truth, with no way to identify why each thinks the way they do
4) the reason there are so many Amity Parkers in Gotham is because it is the only other city in America the Justice League never fucking go to, either because
a) they assume the residents will get it if they bitch about the Justice League being useless
b) they don’t wanna run into the league personally for fear of what they will say or do
Or c) they assume Batman is a ghost and the rogues have the kind of wacky antics they’re used to. When someone asks Dash why the hell he would willingly move to Gotham, he explains offhandedly
“Oh, I tried Chicago and Detroit, but it was just too quiet for me. I can’t settle down without at least a little excitement y’know.”
None of the Amity Parkers are ever asked that question again for fear of their answers.
5) Scarecrow and Joker are FUCKING LIVID that some goddamn school teacher is giving out cures for their secret weapons, and even fucking sharing the recipe
The fucking GIRL GUIDES have a badge now for making your own batch of anti-Joker sweets and selling them around town
But only one of them attacks the Gotham Academy
Only once
And sadly for Joker, it’s the day after the first gym class bomb run
Some of the kids are almost relieved they won’t have to do it again but also terrified because what the fuck is Professor Baxter going to do???
Professor Baxter is going to loudly and cheerfully declare “alright kids, we’ll pick this up another day but it looks like there’s some trouble so let’s all go to the bomb shelter!”
And all the kids just. Stare at him. Because yeah the American education system is A Trip but what fucking school has a bomb shelter?? (More than half the students realising yeah this is Gotham we fucking need one)
When someone hesitantly reminds Dash there is no bomb shelter, he sighs heartily, shakes his head, and scoops up an armful of bombs
“Yeah, alright, I forgot. We’ll just go to Fenton’s class, raid the sports equipment first for weapons and Tim, Louis, Cassidy, you guys pick up some of the throwable bombs, you did best on your tests”
And I mean the kids aren’t gonna argue against being armed it’s a fucking Joker attack, some grab spares for the other kids in Danny’s class and Dash nods approvingly and gives them extra credit
They get to class and the gym kids are fucking VIBRATING what the shit are these two gonna do together are they gonna action man out and take the Joker down themselves???? Tim is freaking out is this Danny’s villain arc he can’t get away Dash gave him A BOMB
But when they get there Dash and Danny share looks (and Danny hastily removes something above the door before Dash opens it, this is normal) and Dash nods to the kids
“Alright Fenton, you keep an eye on the kids and set these up” *delivers an armload of bombs* “and I’ll be back soon”
Dr Fenton nods like this is somehow normal and off Dash goes.
10 seconds later, Danny is grinning at the class again
“Alright everyone from Shop class, this is gonna be worth… let’s say 20 percent of your final grade, if I can get back into this room WITHOUT being covered in glitter you’ll all have to do an extra project to make it back up. Set up your bombs, I see you have weapons, well done, share those out and everyone else… do you all have your Joker candies? There’s an extra bag in my desk, stay quiet, stay low, and no one tell Dash I left.”
And then he climbs out the fucking window with a fucking scifi looking ray gun
Tim is fucking TORN on the one hand he NEEDS to get out there and coordinate with B and get this under control, on the other hand these kids are now fucking undefended and also he does not have time for an extra project in shop class
No one ever finds out exactly what happened but by the time the Bats hit the scene Joker is concussed, covered in glitter, and sobbing quietly
Danny gets back in unscathed (dammit) about 20 seconds before Dash runs back in and triggers the bombs
Tim successfully argues that Danny can’t prove he was unscathed in the next shop class and they could just tell Dash he left, so they all get that free 20%
6) if Dick EVER complains about his time at school again Tim just stares at him dead eyed like a war vet
7) despite Danny’s known penchant for biting goons, Red Hood approaches him personally to ask him to run extra safety classes in Crime Alley, under his personal protection
Danny agrees and it’s so weird, Jason’s had some seriously accelerated healing ever since coming back but he has this weird bite shaped bruise on his ribs for 2 weeks after that he will not talk about
Why can’t I see Danny in anything else besides a white lab coat, and science goggles for the entirety of this?? Like he’d look like that one prompt where he was a ‘villain’ to destress! And I love it!
And honestly? I’m liking the Danny x Dash possibilities in here! With shortking!Danny it just makes it cuter when Fenton has to stand on his toes to wrap his arms around Dash’s neck and Dash LET’S HIM!!
Holy shit. I love how this has become a whole ass fic. XXXDDD I would put in my two cents but it’s far too early/late in the morning and I should probably sleep. -w-
But like if there’s this one incident where something more ghostly happens and Tim is the only one to witness it. Idk what it would be but I think it would be funny. Like if an Observant comes to Danny in the break room to talk about ghostly/kingly stuff but ends up getting souped instead cause that is something that he doesn’t want to deal with, now or ever.
There’s a week where Danny subs for the physics teacher. For the entire week they talk about different dimensions and how to get to them. By the end of his subbing period, Danny and his classes have created a working portal to the Infinite Realms. It doesn’t work for long but it’s enough. It burns out one minute and twenty three seconds after being activated and stable. Luckily with his personal experience and his parents notes, no one becomes a halfa or comes down with a nasty case of ecto acne.
This au is just so much fun. If anyone writes an actual fic about this, please tag me! ^w^
So… I have ruminated on these thoughts and have come up with some more ideas.
Imagine Dash and Danny taking separate groups of students through a Metropolis Museum of some sort. Big villain chum attacks near Dash’s group; hence the students getting extra points for evacuating civilians and doing first aid. Dash distracts the big chum and kicks their ass.
BUT.
Dannys group was farther in and got stuck in the villains trap. Now locked in, the villain (stupidly) declares (declared is a strong word theyre really wheezing after Dash is done with them) that they have planted a bomb in the museum and unless the hero bows to their demands the kids inside will die.
Hero comes a bit late and gets held up trying to get the villains detonator. They storm in, ready to help the kids only to see Danny and Co. calmly walking out with (diffused bomb) carefully packaged and ready for disposal.
Some quotes I thought of:
*trap goes off, everyone is freaking out a bit. Tim knows he’ll live this down.*
Danny notices the bomb. And gets them to a safe (as safe as they can be) distance before realizing what kind of bomb it is and approaching it. “Oh Kids! This is a great learning opportunity! Watch closely. Now, before we start, what are the steps to safely take care of a bomb?”
Kids, behind tables and shelves: “Determine. Defuse. Dispose.”
“ That’s right! Now is this a bomb we can throw? Kevin?”
Kevin: “No, it doesn’t have (bomb part? Idk the difference sorry)”
“ Good! We have determined what kind of bomb it is. This is where it gets fun! See this cylinder here? This is a chemical that reacts violently to ignition! Diffusing this bomb will need to be done with a steady hand….”
The look on everyone’s face as the group waltzes out of the museum, diffused bomb in hand to give to the authorities/hero(es) is something Tim will never forget. (Tim took notes the entire time and definitely plans on using this knowledge in the future)
By the end of the ordeal, both classes have learned something new, Dash and Danny are new internet celebrities and Kon will never again doubt anything Tim says about his Chemistry teacher.
All this to say that Danny is a different flavor of Ms. Frizzle. Especially with the “Bomb threat is a great learning opportunity.”
This is my favorite DP x DC post.
Kwan needs to also get a job at Gotham Academy or nearby just for that Dash Kwan meet up and all of their students assuming that Kwan might be the only normal Amity Parker.
He can be a literature teacher, specializing in poems. He keeps a Fenton Anti-Creep Stick under his desk.
I’d say that maybe Kwan is a lit teacher in Metropolis? Not a lot of schools have teachers all from the same hometown. During some school field trips or Highschool football games could cause them to travel and meet each other?
Additionally: Kwan is the coach for the Metropolis High football team.
What if while Kwan and Dash meet at like a school sports game they trade ideas for PE?
“I’ve been teaching them DodgeShot, can’t believe somewhere like GOTHAM doesn’t teach this.”
“Really? I wanted to try one of Our Games but in Metropolis I’ll probably get in trouble, so I just double the amount of dodgeball and baseball”
Kon, very far away and overhearing: “what’s DodgeShot?”
Tim, unfased with a dead fish stare: “pain”
After that school trip Danny probably becomes somewhat of a public figure in Gotham, occasionally people stop him on the street. If they ask for pictures or autographs he’ll indulge them of course, if he’s not busy.
If it’s the less friendly kind of stopping in the street, where a car pulls up and points a gun at him to get in? Let’s just say once and never again.
He got into the car of course, when a Gotham rogue points a gun at you, you damn well play along lest you lose your life, or well, your half life but they don’t know that.
When they stopped at a random rundown warehouse, Danny got shoved inside, and they demanded he make some new chemical weapon for them that there isn’t an antidote for. Danny, of course, had been expecting this since he got asked to become the chemistry substitute three months ago. They never found someone else to fill the vacancy and he was doing just fine so they let him stay.
By the time the bats arrives all the goons were covered in glitter and coughing up smoke but otherwise unharmed. A note was left behind telling the bats to get there sooner next time, this was sloppy. And for red robin to please see him after class.
The bats can’t tell how Danny figured it out, with how much Tim has seen in his class, he’s not surprised Danny could.
Dick (you think Bruce actually goes to these?) wants to know why Tim is coming back with bruises every now and then,
and why he finds baby bird at 2am, with a haunted look as he whispers, “a dash of sodium peroxide…if the bomb doesn’t have a cylindrical tube, book it…a sprinkle…a sprinkle of copper powder…” as he sips coffee from what Tim insists is The ThermosTM
The ThermosTM is incredibly ugly.
But he’s also concerned about Tim’s chemistry class lab safety, or lack of.
I read your last Irondad/Ironmom fic and enjoyed it greatly!!! Peter deserves all the hugs!
At the end I noticed you mentioned you take requests! I was wondering if you’d consider writing a drabble for an Irondad royalty AU. Maybe Peter is King Tony’s apprentice and King Tony eventually chooses Peter as his heir. I’ve really been craving a royalty AU lately!
Thank you!
- AleX 🪐
IM SORRY THIS TOOK TOO LONG
Not something i would've come up on my own typically, thank you for the wonderful ideas. I'm glad you enjoyed my last ironmom/irondad fic; hope you enjoy this too!
I wasnt sure what kind of royalty you wanted nor if you wanted a traditional medieval kind or sci-fi vibes, so i was vague about it. It got way out of hand so I decided to post what i have and break it up.
Askbox is open for writing/doodle reqs for all!
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That Time(TM) Emperor Tony decided on an apprentice and told no one.
Literally, not even said apprentice.
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(Part 1) (Part 2 TBA)
Pepper’s lips thinned as Tony stumbled into their bedroom, disheveled and growing further tired every day; and every time her eyes downturned and she’d silently disapprove. Not today, Pepper had had enough, “Tony, you can’t keep running everything by yourself,”
“Whadd’ya mean? ‘ve got you,” Tony slurred, sighing in relief as he crashed onto their bed.
Pepper shook her head, “I run the political and economic side, mostly. The ‘boring stuff’, so to speak. You do everything else, you’re heavily invested in the empire’s technological advancement and the people,”
“Whadd’ya suggest, ‘lmighty one?” He grumbled back.
Pepper tapped on the pillow before running her fingers through his hair, “Hire more people to take over some of your posts, maybe even an apprentice or two,”
With shut eyes, Tony hummed, “’s fine, got i’ under control,”
Pepper just sighed with a shut mouth despondently, she’ll postpone this till tomorrow.
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“This is a list of candidates and the list of roles,” Pepper cheerfully greeted Tony the next morning; handing him a pad with names and roles written on it.
“Morning to you too, amore mio,” Tony huffed out, before realization struck him in a pang of pain, “Candidates? Roles? For what?”
“Oh? You do recall our conversation last night, right?” Pepper responded rhetorically, knowing he didn’t.
Tony threw away the lists to the side in disdain, “No,”
“This isn’t up for discussion, Tony,” Pepper firmly stated, catching the pad “You need the help. More accurately; pass over some of your unnecessary roles,”
“I turned this bloody kingdom into a golden empire on my own; I sure as hell don’t need the help,” Tony snapped back, shoulders slightly raised as his lip corners tugged downward.
“Oh?” Pepper responded, grabbing his hand gently and leading them to the full-body mirror in their room, “Tony, look at yourself then look me in the eye and tell me you’re not tired,”
Tony decided to humor her and let his eyes roam over himself, blinking in slight confusion. He hadn’t recognized himself immediately. His much longer hair was slightly matted, dry, out of place and frizzy. Skin a few shades paler than usual; green and yellow undertones visible.
His shoulders were slumped yet tense, eyes lidded in exhaustion and overall posture coiled up. Tony took in a few shuddering breaths.
“Please,” Pepper whispered with a voice thick of sorrow.
More shuddering breaths, “O...kay...”
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It started out as a small kingdom ruled by revolutionary Howard stark and later on, Maria stark became queen.
Now, the empire had many territories, overseen by governors and ministers. Overall, it was run by Emperor Tony stark and Empress Virginia Potts.
Empress Virginia mostly was on the political side of matters, keeping an eye on the economy and trades of the empire. She’s a brilliant strategist and could figure out your entire personality, past and future with a mere few minutes of casual talk.
Emperor Stark’s expertise was focused on the technological advancements of the empire and everything else.
Always moving from land to land, He micromanaged the territories and preferred to make most of the decisions overall affecting the empire and his people.
This lead to some conflict in power between him and the local governors.
The empire had never been more prosperous though, and the people loved their monarchs. Despite it being common due to his constant travelling and traversing the streets, Harley, Peter and Riri were all excited to meet Emperor Stark all the same.
It had been rigorous to get here; weeks of continuous hard work and outdoing the other to even get glanced at by the judges. Absent-mindedly, Peter stroked the flying squirrel he befriended.
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“Why not?” Aunt May furrowed her brows as she glanced back at Peter.
Shrugging, Peter continued to stuff his mouth with his lunch, “’on’ ‘ink o’ll ma’e i’ mas’ p’elimina’ie’,”
Aunt May pointed at her cheeks, signaling him to swallow before speaking. Peter gulped then repeated himself, “Don’t think I’ll make it past preliminaries,”
“Just try,” Aunt May softly said, resting her hands on his shoulders, “I think you’re brilliant and worthy of becoming an Emperor’s apprentice, why don’t you believe in yourself too?”
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Peter lightly shook his head, recalling each celebration Aunt May threw for every round he got past. He doesn’t think he’s actually processed that he’s here in the actual freaking Stark Palace.
Harley and Riri made small talk as they waited in the gazebo; for what? They weren’t sure.
But...
This was it. They would begin official training. Harley and Riri...they were both worthy of being here. He still didn’t feel like he did. He knew he’s smarter than most, but not enough to take on such a prestigious role.
So, to avoid awkwardness, he let them be. Instead feeding the snacks they were given to the flying squirrel eyeing them. Peter could see that it wanted to steal some, so he had held out his hand out with snacks as an offering, ‘Should I name you Karen or Watson?’
Peter paused, ‘Are you even a girl?’
“They’re probably gon’ send us a minister or somethin’ to train us,” Harley grumbled, “I doubt the actual Emperor would train us,”
“Well, I think that’s incorrect,” Riri huffed back, “Why not have called it a Minister Apprenticeship instead of Emperor’s on the posters?”
“Well, I mean-,” Peter began whilst twisting his hands, “Maybe you’re both right? Maybe at the start we’ll be trained by Ministers and who-knows-who, then we’ll meet the Emperor once we’re done with our training?”
Peter made a small noise of surprise as the squirrel squirmed its way under his jacket. ‘Is it cold?-‘
“I’m hurt; does the new generation not want to meet me that much?” An almost-mocking voice chimed in.
All three of them turned wide-eyed as Emperor Stark stood by the gazebo’s door. Then, he began to walk- ‘shoot, he’s walking towards them, and- of course he’s walking towards them! Why else would he be here?- I’ve already calculated 35 different ways to jump out with minimal bone breakage-‘
Riri jumped up as she snapped her jaw shut, curtsying as she greeted evenly, “Your Majesty,”
Peter scrambled to stand up and do the same, mumbling a, “Your Majesty,” too, shifting as the squirrel slightly moved yet remained hidden.
Harley was last, curtsying begrudgingly, “Your Royal Highness; you’re late,”
Emperor Stark snorted at that, “Can see why Pepper liked you,” He then waved his hand casually, motioning them to stop, “None of that now, the day’s barely begun and I heard it a dozen times over already,”
Emperor Stark took a seat and- ‘Everything he does is so cool!’, they all followed. Harley narrowed his eyes though, “That’s my seat, move, would’ya?”
Peter and blinked rapidly; Riri sharply turning towards Harley, “Will you have some respect? If not for yourself or peers, then to your Emperor you- !”
The Emperor just held up a hand in her direction to silence her, “Why should I?”
‘Harley’s just going to sit elsewhere now, yeah? No one would talk back to the freaking Emperor, right?’ Peter thought, overly optimistic. Not even two minutes in and its gone awry.
Harley groaned at that, counting with his fingers as he began to list, “’Cause, that’s my seat, I was here before ya. You were late and that’s rude,”
‘Nope, clearly not.’
“-Ya need us more than we need you; everyone knows you’re gon’ eventually stretch yourself too thin. And,” Harley sharply smiled as he paused for dramatic effect, “I have something you don’t,”
Emperor Stark smirked as he leaned forward, both keeping eye contact. Riri was seething in her seat as Peter continued to shift; trying to subtly nudge the squirrel out, ‘Come on, maybe-Karen-maybe-Watson!’
“What could you possibly have that I don’t?” Emperor Stark tilted his head curiously. The squirrel ran up Peter’s side, Riri shot Peter a glare as he stifled his giggling and reaching for the squirrel, ‘Maybe-Karen-maybe-Watson is a mouthful, I’m dubbing you Maybe-Karen/Watson’
Tch-ching! “A potato gun,” Harley aimed his potato gun at the Emperor with a grin.
“I could have you jailed for that,” Emperor Stark sniffed, “Threatening your Emperor like that,”
“Would’ya?” Harley bit back, “’Over-looming Totalitarianism? Emperor Stark jails teen over a joke!’” He continued with a dramatic voice.
Raising his hands in a surrendering motion, Emperor Stark got up and moved to another seat; Harley keeping his finger on the trigger all the while.
Peter snorted as he could no longer contain it, Maybe-Karen/Watson was squirming up his right side! His ticklish side! Fed up, Riri harshly elbowed Peter’s right side.
Shrieking, the Maybe-Karen/Watson finally got out of Peter’s clothes.
‘Oh no,’ Peter internally wept as he watched Maybe-Karen/Watson soared onto the Potato gun.
Harley jolted in surprise as he tightened his grip on the gun, accidentally pressing on the trigger.
Maybe it was just Peter, but to him everything was in slow motion. Perhaps it’s even worse then since he got shot anyways.
Harley’s eyes widened as Emperor Stark was first to go down.
Riri tried to jump away and was taken down by three potatoes to the stomach.
Peter leaped towards Maybe-Karen/Watson, as if capturing it would salvage his dignity and how he most definitely will be eliminated.
He tripped on his own feet anyways and got a potato to the leg.
Harley dropped his gun like- ‘Hah, like a hot potato,’ Peter thought incredulously as everyone remained in their position.
‘A moment of peace on the battlefield for the fallen, please,’
Maybe-Karen/Watson stuffing its cheeks full of the potatoes shook Peter out of his stupor. Uncoordinatedly, Maybe-Karen/Watson staggered to where Peter was laying on the floor and snuggled into his neck. ‘Now they all know we’re Partner’s in crime,’
Could the ground open up and swallow him whole? He stresses whole. Peter would be pissed if it left his head. His head could still be judged. Actually, death would very much be welcome right now.
Ever the comedian he is, Peter choked out, “Triple-shot combo,”
“Is it yours?” Emperor Stark asked hazily.
Nope, Peter’s not equipped for this. Please kill him now.
For once, the universe heard his pleas. Black enveloped him and he greeted it with a ‘Hello, sweet death.’
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Actually, no. The universe didn’t hear his pleas.
Peter woke up.
Tragic, yes. But that means that it was all just a nightmare! ‘...Right?’
“Welcome back to the land of living, squirrel boy,” Emperor Stark had a bruise on his face but smirked anyways, “Glad you’re not dead. It’s too much paperwork and I would’ve joined you soon at the hands of Pepper,”
‘Nope, worse; Reality.’
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Next up; Peter and Tony bond over a classic training montage, Peter still feeling displaced, going into public shenanigans and running away shenanigans! Fun times all around in the next part (:
I actually don't know much of Riri, if you do please share your wisdom. Should the squirrel be named Karen or Watson?
!!! Oh i was so worried! i’m very glad you loved it! I’ve got a rough outline, and as I’ve taken a few days off I’ll be focused on getting things done! Tysm for the continuos support!
Pepper the Queen. I promise there's fluff and hugging LOL. Its towards the end so you can skip the plot and get to the fluff if you want.
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In Water Wrapped in a Blanket.
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Pepper bit her lips, containing her snickers as she read what appeared on her StarkPad;
'How to ask for a hug from your mentor?'
FRIDAY alerted her of some concerning searches Peter was making, starting with: 'How to ask for a hug?'.
When FRIDAY had used 'concerning', Pepper's heart staggered in slight fear. Tony and Peter were alike, too alike at times, and she's seen what superhero-ing does to your mental health.
She was partially right.
'Would it be weird to hug my mentor who’s kinda sorta also my dad?'
Peter and Tony are alike in that they're both emotionally constipated and she's going to...subtly interfere.
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"Oh? The Great Tony Stark not reading a science or daddy issues book?" Pepper teased as she came out of the walk-in closet.
Tony grumbled, sliding off his reading glasses and shutting the book; 'Caring for (Adopted) Toddlers 101', "I'm researching,"
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"Ugh, I need a break from all that business garble," Pepper had groaned in her office the other day.
FRIDAY's lilting Irish voice piqued up in amusement, "Boss, I thought you'd enjoy reading Boss Man's recent search history,"
"Oh?" Pepper's eyes glinted, taking a sip of her Mountain Dew.
"Boss Man has been 'researching' the following: 'How to ask for a hug?' 'How to give comforting hugs?' 'How to ask for a hug from your mentee?' 'Would it be weird to hug my mentee who’s kinda sorta also my son?',"
Pepper choked on her Mt. Dew as she grabbed her chair's arm, trying to swallow despite grinning, "Wh- When was this?"
"After you fell asleep when you caught him reading his parenting books, Boss," FRIDAY sounded as if she were grinning too.
"Books? As in, plural amount of a book?" Pepper's brow raised, "He has a collection of these?"
"Kindle versions, too,"
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Pepper smirked; her favorite father-son duo will become official no matter what. This was just too easy of an opportunity. She'll get her own someday.
"That is not a comforting smirk, Pep. Is my cooking that bad?" Tony raised a brow at his wife, who had been quiet for a few minutes at the dinner table.
"Oh? no, it's terrible," She swiftly replied, picking up her spoon to start eating.
Tony rolled his eyes as he lightly smacked her hands away from the food, "You haven't even tried it, and we're still waiting for the kid. What's taking him so long?"
Pepper had to clench her other hand to keep herself from laughing out loud, she knew exactly what was taking Peter so long.
"FRI, let Peter know that we're still waiting for him," Tony instructed.
"Mini Boss said that he'll be right there," came FRIDAY's response a beat after.
"Tell him that I'm waiting for him," Pepper smugly said. Tony huffed out in offense, "How's that going to make a difference?"
The sound of the frantic running and a disheveled Peter was her response.
"Look who decided to show up," Tony sniffed as he crossed his arms, mildly ticked off that Pepper has more power regarding Peter, "His royal highness finally decided to leave his royal duties?"
Now...to seize the opportunity, "Hm, yeah. I'm kinda curios what you were doing, dearheart," Pepper smiled knowingly, joining her hands together as she looked directly at Peter.
Peter fumbled to make up an excuse on the spot, "Yeah, well- I, uhh, have this thing in physics that I dont really understand, so-"
Pepper held up her hand and Peter quietened; cheeks tinged as he sat down on the table, "I believe FRIDAY has the actual and believable answer, yeah?"
Peter's eyes widened as he snapped his head towards the ceiling, opening his mouth to retaliate. FRIDAY understood the assignment and began listing, "Peter was searching up: 'How to ask for a hug?' 'How to ask for a hug from your mentor?' 'Would it be weird to hug my mentor who’s kinda sorta also my dad?',"
With each one read out, Peter shrunk into his seat wanting the world to open up and eat him whole. With an aching heart, Pepper slinked away into the shadows, her work done. She had no doubt in her mind that she'll find them hugging later.
Tony took in a sharp breath as he blinked, "Peter....is there something you want to ask me?"
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Pepper smiled, May responding with lots of hearts emojis to the pictures Pepper sent her and a mutual 'about damn time!'.
Peter stared her down as he sat opposite of her in her office. Pepper expected this, of course. Leaning forward, her eyes crinkled in mirth, "Must be urgent for you to come during my work hours,"
Peter scoffed, "All your hours are working hours. Even when you're asleep, you're replying to your email telepathically or something,"
"I neither deny nor confirm that accusation,"
....
"...Why did you that?"
"Oh? I do a lot of things, dearheart. Be specific,"
"Why'd you expose me like that to Dr. Stark?"
Leaning back, Pepper hummed, "You needed a hug from Tony. I knew you need a little push, or you'd never ask for it," She tilted her head, "You got your hugs, didn't you? So what's there more to discuss?"
Peter huffed as he scratched a cheek, turning the other hand in the air, "it's the principle of it, Ms. Potts! Why'd you even know what I'd been searching, huh? Sounds like invasion of privacy to me-,"
Pepper got up, walking around her desk to stand in front of Peter, who was gesticulating openly now, "-And where did you go when FRIDAY was exposing me? Did you plan to kill me with sheer embarrassment?-"
Pepper sat down in the seat beside Peter as he continued to rant, "-Let me tell you, it was working up until Dr. Stark hugged me. I was going to combust, Ms. Potts, combust!"
He finished off by dramatically draping himself across the desk. Pepper shook her head in amusement, "FRIDAY, tell me again what Tony searched up the night after I caught him reading parenting books?"
Peter raised his head slightly, blinking in confusion.
"Boss Man had searched up 'How to ask for a hug?' 'How to give comforting hugs?' 'How to ask for a hug from your mentee?' 'Would it be weird to hug my mentee who’s kinda sorta also my son?',"
"This was a day or so before your searches," Pepper chipped in, "Dearheart, you both wanted the same thing but were too emotionally insecure, I had to give a subtle push,"
"You call what you did a 'subtle push'?" Peter grumbled as he sat up properly, though his eyes were thoughtful, and he was smiling lightly. He opened up his phone as he began to type something.
"Yes, well, I knew it would all work out in the end," Pepper grinned back, watching Peter's actions.
Peter gulped then called out, "FRIDAY, can you read out loud what I just searched please?"
Pepper's grin was replaced with confusion; wasn't he just raving about the invasion of his privacy?
"Sure, Mini Boss. 'How to ask your kinda mom for a hug?'"
Peter kept his eyes firmly on the ground, breath baited. Pepper took in a sharp breath. She knew to some extend Peter saw her as a guardian, another caring figure in his life.
But for whatever reason, what he and Tony had, a child-parent bond, wasn't something she thought she would ever get. Besides, Peter had May as the female-parental figure.
She yearned, anyways.
"Oh,"
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Peter wasn't sure what to think, regretting what he did with every second passing.
Then his worries were swept away along with the hug. One that started hesitant and easy to break from. As soon as he wrapped his arms around Pepper's torso, her arms tightened.
The hold felt acheful, wanting. Pepper had an arm around his waist, the other arm further up and cupping his shoulders. He was tucked in the crook of her neck.
Pepper's honey and strawberries scent was much stronger this close. Her heartbeat was faster than normal and the hug felt so warm.
Pepper could feel pieces of a puzzle click! into place as she held Peter in her arms. 'Mother-son officially,' her mind supplied.
Peter is definitely strong, his clothes masked how muscular he actually is. But his overall frame was still so much smaller than her's. She could just tuck him under her chin comfortably and curl her arms around him with ease.
It felt so right to have her dearheart within her hold. Peter had melted so quickly into her grasp; she doesn't think he's aware of how much of his weight he's let go. And God if that doesn't make her heart ache.
Neither one mentioned letting go.
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Peter came barreling from the elevator, casting aside his backpack and rushing into Dr. Stark's waiting arms. He still couldn't believe they were on hugging-terms now! Each time left him exhilarated like it was the first.
Dr. Stark's hugs were all-encompassing and made him feel fully shielded. The hugs were always very warm and felt like being wrapped in a blanket. The tinge of motor oil and fancy deodorant always lingered.
Peter loved May's hugs too. They were tight and never long enough.
Ms. Potts' hugs were water around him, like the relief after holding your breath for a while. 'Dearheart', is what she calls him exclusively nowadays. Before, she often used his name more.
But Peter's favorite hugs was when it was from multiple at the same time. Speaking of which, he picked up on another heartbeat faintly, then Ms. Potts came through the elevator...
Ms. Potts' expression lit up. Despite looking worn out, she rushed over and joined their hug. Peter let out a content sigh, causing Dr. Stark's chest to rumble under his ear as he chuckled, and Ms. Potts' tighten her hold ever so slightly.
Peter knew that being in water wrapped in a blanket was an odd combo, but he loved every moment of it.
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