body swap and the only person able to help is captain marvel (this is a fanfic idea yall!)
Dami and Jon gets zapped by a bad guy with magic or an magical artifact now they have swapped bodies but with a catch the only cure is to have their love ones recognize you in the other body, dami and Jin thought they have it in the bag like it easy peasy
but the curse is that they make it 50 times more difficult to do that. So when dami(in Jon’s body) returned to the manor and jon(in Damian body) returned to his home, the Kent’s were confuse on why dami is there and smiling and the batfam were confuse on why Jon is so not smiley
they were returned to there perspective places immediately and so Jon and dami meet up to try and figure out on what to do, they turn to help and the help is captain marvel. Cap is just as clueless as they are, but he pretends he isn’t. of course the Kent’s and the batfam now think that Jon and dami just started dating.
cap suggest they swap suits, they do that and
dick: hey Damian?
Jon: yes?(trying his absolute best to act like dami)
dick: why are you wearing that Kent boy’s suit?
Jon: uh…
Damian appears from behind and flies away with jon
dick: hey! I wasn’t done taking to him!!
Jon and dami, are up at Jon room thinking. Jon in dami’s body moves really close to dami’s face(in Jon body) then Clark comes in the room, then he immediately leaves.
Clark: Lois I think I interrupted Damian trying to kiss our son,
Lois: what
this is the type of stuff I wanna read in my fanfics! Silly shenagians!
Jason: Ayo what the-
Jon in dami body being sad(his in a panic that he might not return to his og body) and dami in Jon’s body, comforts him by hugging. And telling him comforting things.
Jason appears in Jon’s bedroom
Dami: huh?
Jason: I notice the way you look at our brother.
dami: our? “Noticing dick, cass, duke, dick and even Steph)
dami: … what the-
dick: if you dare break his heart! I will-
Duke: calm down! Look kid. If you don’t want trouble then don’t cause it!
dami: how would I cause it?
Jason: tick tick tick, you and the brat!
dami: “stares” Damian?(dami thinking to himself, wow this is dramatic)
Jason: now what do you have to say for yourself?
dami: um.
dami flies outta there, and tells Jon about it. Jon was talking to cap on what to do
Jon: dami!
hugs him happily, Damian enjoying the fact he is finally taller then Jon.
When Danny left the vigilante life to become a paramedic in Gotham he didn't think he'd ever step back into that scene. Much less in this way, because now Danny has Robin riding along with him in the ambulance every shift he's on.
He didn't think Robin would even remember him after he had helped the kid take care of a hurt and sick kitten at the end of his shift. How wrong he was though because the next night Robin was suddenly in the ambulance saying that he would be shadowing Danny from this point forward. Danny's coworkers were also no help in getting the kid to not do this.
Robin called this an intern opportunity to learn more about medicine and how to treat people. Danny called it a HIPPA violation. What he thought doesn't seem to matter though as everyone is always just excited to talk to the kid. He ultimately decides to just let it go and be the unwilling mentor to the young vigilante.
It really isn't until Danny is being cornered after one of his shifts by Batman demanding to know what he's doing to Robin that he wished he had fought harder to convince Robin to not ride along.
AKA "Gotham has a new vigilante, Eidolon: a phantom, spirit, or spectral double of a living or dead person. The batfam are absolutely not adopting this one." Or: how to acquire a new family member in 3 steps.
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3
Okay, so, Danny moved to Gotham mostly for the vibes. Also, Clockwork decided Danny needed an "understanding of how to govern an ungovernable realm" and signed him up for a internship under Lady Gotham's tutelage. Who is... definitely something. Not necessarily a benevolent city spirit, but also not malicious. Not kind but not unkind.
When Danny first introduced himself as "Phantom", she presented herself as an obsidian figure half-obscured by writhing greenish-tinged gasses, pin-pricks of burning red pupils peering at him from the shadows like a vulture waiting to strip flesh off a carcass. Her voice was deep and raspy, lilting slightly with amusement.
"No, little king. Here, you are not."
(He shudders at the memory. Danny does not want to get on her bad side. Or any side, really. She seems like the kinda lady whose favor or displeasure will haunt somebody like a nasty curse.)
So, Gotham's Eidolon was born. Well, not really, but you get it. Danny's task is mostly simple: observe Gotham's Knights. Mostly simple because the Gotham's Knights are incredibly perceptive and have the unnerving penchant of zeroing in on Danny like ectoplasm-calibrated laser beam. He doesn't even know how! He's practicing actively not being Phantom, so he really is just a dead boy. (Lady Gotham was oddly insistent that keep his human form, her tongue lashing only softened by her compliment of such beautiful dark hair and those enchanting blue eyes, why change?)
The Dark Knight in particular was way too observant for being entirely human. Unlike the Red Hood, who Danny could kinda sense but more like "weird aftertaste in Dunkin coffee that makes you wonder if they gave you burnt bean water" kinda way. One time Danny sat down on the ledge of Wayne Enterprise while Batman was having his Brooding Time (AKA when he perches on a gargoyle and just...stares?). Danny huffed a bored sigh and rocked forward on the ledge, ready to head out for the night since Mr. Broody wasn't doing anything, but startled when he saw Batman's attention snap towards him. Towards Danny. Who was invisible.
Nightwing was the weirdest. He always had this coin clutched in his hand, mouth pressed into a firm line and an almost solemn look on his face as Danny floated beside him. And Danny could've sworn his gaze followed him if there wasn't a white film in his mask obscuring his eyes. It's actually so unnerving that Danny takes to following Batgirl and Spoiler more often, the girls often chatting amicably to themselves and eating greasy food Danny stares longingly at. (He wishes he could eat. Lady Gotham has him feeding off ambient ectoplasm but his human stomach aches with the absence of tangible food.)
But watching Gotham's Knights has its perks. He watched Signal use photokinesis to make his motorcycle invisible, Red Robin solved an impossible locked-room murder, and he sat in on Red Hood's literal organized crime meetings. (Danny now knows how to avoid RICO charges, not that he'll need to.)
The only downside is that Danny isn't supposed to help. Phantom thrashes in his mind, Protector Spirit mourning not coming to these vigilantes' aid and helping those in need. He's not stupid enough to directly go against what Lady Gotham asked, but he's also going to lose his mind by not helping. So, he does. A little. Here and there. Just enough that maybe the trigger of a gun is frosted over while a goon points it at Robin. Or a thug accidentally trips face first into a wall very hard, even if he claims somebody pushed him. Or even Danny uses a very, very quiet Ghost Wail on Scarecrow goons, effectively terrifying them enough to tell Spoiler where the shipment of fear gas is.
(("So...did anybody else hear that or is my gas mask totally screwed?"
"I'm pretty sure everybody heard that, Barbie."
"O., can you-?"
"Already sent to R.R. for sound processing. Reports coming your way, B."
"Hn."
"Sounds like we'll finally get a read on Casper the Friendly Ghost."
Alfred: And this is the main sitting room. It's the one the family uses most, so always make sure to keep blankets and slippers in this cabinet.
Danny: Yes, sir.
Alfred: It helps to drop off a plate of snacks on Fridays. The children love it.
Danny: Are there any dietary restrictions I should know about?
Alfred: Master Tim is allergic to shellfish, and Master Damian is lactose intolerant. Miss Cass tends to avoid gluten-
Bruce: Ugh? Alfred who is this?
Alfred: Oh, Master Bruce. I didn't see you there. This is Daniel Fenton. My great-grandson.
Bruce: I- your what?
Alfred: My great-grandson. You remember my daughter, right? She had a child when she was fifteen that I never knew about. She put the girl up for adoption under my ex-wife's insistence. That child was Madeline, who went on to have children of her own. Daniel, here, is her youngest.
Bruce: I see. It's wonderful to meet you, Daniel.
Danny: You can call me Danny. Thank you for letting me stay here.
Bruce: Oh, of course. *shooting Alfred a confused look*
Alfred: Danny is a a situation green four.
Danny: I'm a what? What does that mean?
Bruce: You're part of this household now. That's what that means. Want me to show you around?
Danny: ugh, no, Great-Grandfather is already doing that.
Bruce: Alright! Have fun! I have some work to do but let me know if you need me. *walks away*
Danny: Did he seem nervous to you?
Alfred: No, he looks like that all the time. Master Bruce has a reputation you can say.
Danny heard everything about airhead Brucie: I guess that makes sense.
Meanwhile in Bruce's office:
Bruce hiding under his desk calling Dick: I'm serious. Alfred called him a situation green four!
Dick: *horrified gasp* Are you safe?
Bruce: Probably. The boy is young. I think Alfred is going to sick him onto Tim or Duke.
Dick: B. Listen to me. Get out of there. Get out of there now. I'll warn Tim and Duke.
Bruce crying: I thought Alfred stopped trying to marry us off, and now he brought his own flesh and blood to trap us in marriage!
The Batfamily has that weird bird whistles and chirping when their comms are off for some reason and as a form of coded language so enemies don't understand what they're saying.
But do you know who, or rather what, use chirping and whistles as a form of language? Ghosts.
Now imagine Danny, who is in Gotham for a field trip with his family (who has been learning Ghost Language after they found out their Danny-O is part spook), make some chirping sound in public, not paying attention, and everyone freeze.
And start looking around, waiting for the batfam jump out of the shadows out of nowhere.
WIP excerpt for 🦄 behind the cut; “obligatory sugar baby Kon”.
( also, fyi, I rewound a few paragraphs at the start to include some minor rewrite/adjust-y bits; no real major changes or anything, I just thought it read better this way. )
(( chrono || non-chrono || AO3 ))
"He tends to take things into his own hands when he feels like it's necessary," Tim replies with a little shrug, which is a true statement but also not a "yes". Either way Cassie goes dead-white, then jumps to her feet so fast that she knocks the kitchen table and half the chairs over and tears off for the hallway without even appearing to notice.
Tim spares a moment to set the table and chairs back upright, then follows after her. He doesn't actually think Kon would come get them; he's ninety-two percent certain that if Kon did get annoyed waiting he'd either A) bitch about them until they showed up and then bitch at them some more, or B) just start it without them and say something snide when they get back instead. Even if Kon would come get them, Bart probably would've gotten a lot more annoyed and impatient than he had by then and already just grabbed them himself.
But saying all that wouldn't have put the fear of Aphrodite into Cassie and gotten her up from under the table and sprinting down the hall for him to hide behind, so Tim is just going to forgive himself that little bit of proto-supervillainy.
Tim approaches the entrance to the meeting room a minute or two after Cassie does. Obviously he does, since he took the time to fix the table and chairs and also didn't run down the hall like a Bat out of Tartarus, but mostly just since he very deliberately wanted to get here after she did and deliberately arranged things so he would. Hopefully no one is going to pay any attention to him coming back in—or, ideally, even notice him coming back at all.
He just really, really needs to not be perceived right now, okay?
Or ever again, at this rate.
"Where is your jacket?!" he hears Cassie sputter from the other side of the doorway, which seems like a bad sign, and then walks into the meeting room to find the furniture all rearranged and couch and chairs all shoved up into a haphazard half-circle in front of the viewscreen. The snack pile has migrated to an unexplained inflatable beer pong table that's currently laying on the floor in front of them. The table is Superman-themed, because again, the general population clearly does not have as much respect for Superman as Tim has always assumed that it would. Or at least the marketing department of the general population doesn't, he guesses, which . . . well, he has met Rex Leech.
Tim's just going to assume that someone had an "Impulse" moment there.
Though the fact the entirely respect-less Super-themed inflatable beer pong table is Super-themed is a little weird, though. He would've expected Bart to pick—
"I dunno, Imp took it," Kon says with a shrug, and Tim is viscerally reminded of . . . several reasons Bart might've decided to go with "Super"-theming right now. "Why, you cold too?"
Cassie makes a strangled noise. Tim sympathizes. From a safe distance, obviously. A very safe distance.
Very, very safe.
God, the shorts might actually be even shorter than Tim remembered. Really, how are they that short? How can any shorts be that short and still count as shorts?
Jesus. Just . . . Jeeeeesus.
Jesus.
"She's fine," Bart says as he tugs Kon's jacket tighter around himself and Suzie and gives Cassie a disgruntled look. Tim really doesn't know how he feels about the fact Bart is actually still in Kon's jacket. Or back in it, at least. "We don't have any more room in here anyway."
"I mean, we might," Suzie says, peering down at the jacket thoughtfully. "Superboy's shoulders are really big. And his arms. And his chest. And he's got a really big—"
"Stop talking, Suzie," Cissie bites off through gritted teeth, pinching the bridge of her nose with an aggravated expression.
"Why?" Suzie asks with a puzzled frown.
Cissie just stares up at the ceiling with obvious spite in her heart, even more obviously seething. Tim isn't sure if he's still sympathizing, but . . . well, he's not not sympathetic, at least.
"Everyone ready to start the movie?" he asks, making a show of looking around the group as he does. He just really needs the excuse not to look at Kon right now. Just—very much so does he need that excuse right now.
"Let's, yeah," Cissie says to the ceiling.
"Please let's," Cassie groans into her hands.
The team sort of fumbles through everyone grabbing their preferred shares of the snacks—Kon takes a very large preferred share, but still definitely does not take enough, Tim can't help noting—and getting seated and bickering about who wants to sit where and who doesn't want to sit where and some brief grappling for the remote between Kon and Bart, which Tim absolutely cannot watch happen and Cassie very literally hides behind the inflatable beer pong table for a full thirty-eight seconds over.
Somehow this results in Kon sitting on the floor in front of the couch with Bart sitting behind him still wearing his jacket with his arms folded on top of his head, and Suzie curled up in Kon's lap with his chin on top of her head, which . . . tactile, Tim reminds himself, suffering. Kon's tactile. So that's definitely what that's about, not that Kon's trying to personally destroy anyone's brains or specifically his brain with his sudden shameless amount of willingness to be physically clung to/cuddled up on.
At least, sixty-forty that's what it's about, Tim figures.
Well, maybe it's more that Bart and Suzie are finding excuses to cling to/cuddle up on Kon, but—
Tim needs to stop thinking about these things, yeah.
Kon gets the movie started and spends the entire opening credits rambling on about the lead actress while Suzie asks him curious little questions and Bart attempts to sneak a box of Twinkies into his hands, because Bart is apparently actually evil and now Tim actually understands the reports about Inertia he's read, because there is clearly a genetic predisposition to malice there.
Cassie'd ended up sitting on the couch next to Bart extremely stiffly. Cissie, who has an actual survival instinct, had taken one of the armchairs. Tim'd taken the other one less because of having an actual survival instinct and more because he needs to not have an anxiety attack. The armchairs are the closest thing to being out of Kon's personal bubble available, except for how Kon's "personal bubble" is technically at least the size of a mall, which Tim is trying very hard to forget as being a thing he knows.
It's not really working out for him, to be honest. Basically the opposite of working out for him, in fact.
God, why are those shorts so short, and why did he buy them? More importantly, why does Kon have thighs?
The thighs are really the most unfair part, Tim can't help but feel. The other things probably could've been avoided, but the thighs were going to happen to him no matter what. Was Cadmus not already bad enough, they had to decide Kon should have thighs?
. . . well, that's technically Superman's fault for looking the way he looks, actually, which means it's technically Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van's fault, given Krypton's the apparent taste for eugenics/designer babies, so really it's more that—
Kon leans back against the couch as he stretches his legs out in front of himself and crosses them at the ankle, somehow without knocking Suzie over—or, uh, spilling her, given her typical level of physical tangibility—and Tim's subway train of thought crashes head-first into a supervillain deathtrap. Cassie falls off the couch. Kon doesn't appear to notice either of these things, because Kon is a literal menace.
Okay, also Tim has gone through Bat-training and is trying very hard to keep his personal reaction unclockable here. At least the bastard could've had the decency to notice Cassie's reaction, though.
Kon cannot be that oblivious to what he's doing right now, Tim can't help thinking a bit accusingly. The shorts, for one thing. And the lollipop. And literally every single thing that Bart and Cassie have both said and done this afternoon, plus a significant percentage of things that Suzie and Cissie have said and done this afternoon and, unfortunately, probably one or two things that Tim's said and done this afternoon himself.
Just—the crop top, for crying out loud. Kon has to know about the crop top. Especially Kon has to know about the crop top in conjunction with the shorts! He'd definitely seemed to know when he'd decided to straddle his lap and sit on him while wearing that particular "conjunction" in the changing room.
. . . yeah, Tim needs to not be thinking about the changing room right now.
Randomly and definitely totally out of nowhere, he is so, so grateful that no one on the team is telepathic. Or another Bat, which would be a different but even more embarrassing issue. Cissie's bad enough, frankly.
"So if Wendy can stalk werewolves in a belly shirt, can you go to the apocalypse in one?" Bart asks, squinting assessingly at the viewscreen. "'Cuz if you wanna I think you could try."
. . . though Bart is definitely the worst.
"I am not getting my ass dress-coded at the apocalypse by Superman, dude," Kon snorts. "And anyway this is a crop top, c'mon."
"There's a difference between belly shirts and crop tops?" Suzie asks curiously, tilting her head back to peer up at him. "Wait, then which one does Arrowette wear?"
"A tactical sports bra," Kon replies, leaning his head back to toss Cissie a leering wink. She rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, well, some of us need those 'tactics', Kid," she retorts dryly, crossing her legs as she leans back in her seat.
"I mean Kon's chest is pretty big, like probably bigger than yours, so he probably could also try a—" Bart starts reasonably, and Cassie lunges back onto the couch and claps her hands over his mouth.
"BART," she hisses shrilly. Tim decidedly does not notice anything about Kon's chest, whether in comparison to Cassie's or not. It would be extremely unprofessional to notice anything about any teammate's chest, especially as the operating team leader.
Unfortunately, while Robin is the team leader, Tim Drake is very definitely not. And while Tim Drake may not be authorized to operate in this situation, that doesn't mean he's in any way not aware of this situation.
Everyone in this situation but Kon seems way, way too aware, actually. If anything Kon seems to be stubbornly not aware of this situation, which given the circumstances makes literally zero sense, because when does Kon ever miss out on soaking up free attention, much less free admiration?
. . . okay, admittedly, there might be some some mixed signals going right now, depending on who's doing said signaling. There honestly might be several sets of mixed signals going.
At this point, Tim's pretty sure this situation covers at least sixty-five percent of the reasons why Bruce hadn't wanted him to join a vigilante team that was going to be operating outside Gotham. And if nothing else, at least sixty-five percent of those reasons make a lot more sense now.
An unfortunate level of "a lot", unfortunately.
Tim makes a mental note about some information to add to Impulse's psychological profile in his personal files, and possibly also Wonder Girl's. He'd also add some to Superboy's, if he had literally any actual idea what Kon was thinking or doing or why he'd decided to come to the base for a team weekend dressed in that outfit. No amount of laundry could ever explain that outfit.
He at least could've worn actual pants, if he'd needed to wear the crop top to have something with the S-shield on it. Tim has no idea why the jacket wasn't enough for that anyway, frankly. Also, who's he kidding; if Kon had worn actual pants, he absolutely would've shown up in the leather ones. Tim is not lucky enough that the bastard would've picked any other option.
. . . or Tim is lucky enough that the bastard wouldn't have picked any other—anyway. Not the point.
His personal psychological profile is fine and needs absolutely no updating whatsoever.
"Wait, shouldn't all of your sport bras be tactical?" Suzie asks with a little frown, putting a hand to the side of her face and looking vaguely concerned. "Because Robin and Arrowette and Impulse aren't bulletproof, and probably Wonder Girl and Superboy would wreck normal ones anyway, right?"
Tim valiantly does not have a single thought process related to that assumption.
"Guys don't wear bras, Suzie, 'tactical' or not," Cissie says with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. "That's another one of those girl things."
"They don't? It is?" Suzie frowns again, then looks down at her chest with a worried expression. "Wait, am I supposed to be wearing a bra?"
"Sounds like a personal choice, Suz, but far as I'm concerned you can not wear anything you want," Kon jokes with a smirk, which is almost the least appropriate response possible, especially given she's still in his lap, but at least buys Tim a moment to figure out what to say to Suzie himself. Specifically, what to say to Suzie before Cissie says something blunt enough to hurt her feelings or Bart says something objectively incomprehensible that'll give her a very confused idea about, uh . . .
"Land management", is the phrase he's going to be going with here. Just . . . that'll be for the best, considering.
Definitely for the best.
"That might be something that you'd have the most success with by doing independent research and then self-assessing," he tries, just hoping to keep this conversation as reasonable as possible. And as brief as possible.
"Oh my god, Rob," Cissie says indignantly as Kon bursts into startled laughter. "Don't agree with Superboy about bras!"
"That really wasn't what I was saying," Tim attempts as an immediate sense of dread drops into his stomach like a lead weight. He obviously wasn't agreeing with the phrasing, but any active vigilante's personal equipment should obviously be calibrated to their personal preferences and the best returns for—
Look, In his distress—in his defense—he's just really off his game right now.
Or more succinctly in his defense: shorts.
"Are you sure?" Bart asks, squinting at him doubtfully. Tim fantasizes about the presence of a roof to grapple to freedom off of. "'Cuz it definitely sounded like you were saying that. Like really explicitly specifically it sounded like that."
"Specifically explicitly," Suzie agrees with an emphatic nod.
"Wait, do you not wear a bra?" Cassie hisses under her breath to Suzie, her eyes bugging out in disbelief. "How do you not wear a bra?!"
"Um, by not manifesting one?" Suzie says, looking puzzled by the question. Kon's still too busy cracking up to say anything himself, which is theoretically a mercy, but also means there's more room for everyone else to say things. So Tim really needs to close this subject quickly and move on, because—
And then Cissie doesn't say anything, and just narrows her eyes at him with a suspicious, assessing expression.
Okay, he notes. He clearly underestimated the level of dread-weight that he should be feeling right now.
Well, crap.
"I just meant that kind of thing isn't necessarily, er—a team activity," Tim attempts again, and immediately regrets as Kon cracks up even harder and Suzie wilts.
"Oh my god, Rob!" Kon says gleefully. "A 'team activity'?!"
"Should we not be doing more team activities?" Suzie asks, peering back over her shoulder at Tim with a crestfallen expression. "I thought you said that'd be alright."
. . . oh, dammit, he remembers.
"That particular assessment might be more a 'girl thing' kind of team activity, I think," he says as delicately as he can.
"Then what's the 'guy thing' version?" Bart says speculatively, very unsubtly eyeing Kon as he says it. Tim barely represses the incredulous look he wants to give him. He has no idea if Bart's just remembered that his hormones exist or just discovered that his hormones exist, but given all previous behavior he really would've expected the other to have gotten bored with the concept by now either way.
. . . then again, Kon did wear the shorts and the crop top, and Tim didn't buy him any underwear because that'd felt like a bit too much to suggest doing, so he doesn't actually know what Kon owns that might fit under—
Tim, very calmly, wraps his entire brain in duct tape and dumps it into a vat of acid, seals the top of the vat, and kicks it down a hill into Gotham Harbor to let it sink to its murky, polluted depths and hopefully just wither and die there.
Or at least cool off a few thousand degrees, if nothing else.
DPxDC AU where Fatson Todd is a blob ghost that acquired just enough sentience to take on distinct characteristics. And what it ended up with?
Well, this particular blob ghost hangs aroung Gotham, bouncing imperceptibly around Crime Alley and feeding on all the startlingly arrayed emotions there. It latches onto one source in particular, a recently moved-into-the-neighborhood Halfa and honorary Outlaw Danny Phantom, who has a huge goopy crush on the Red Hood.
As it turns out, that huge goopy crush has a transformative impact on how our blob ghost manifests. Hence: Fatson Todd.
Whether Danny, Jason, or some Bat finds him first, it's going to be a fun time.
Danny will just have to figure out, though, how he can spin this very damning turn of events into something less mortifying.
Mermaid AU where Danny is a mermaid that gets left behind near Gotham's harbor after getting into an accident with ectoplasm (aka the Incident). Tim's investigating an increase in radiation levels in the harbor and comes across Danny, who tries to help him find the original source.
Most of it though is Danny having to stay the winter while waiting for his pod to migrate through the area again, with Tim having buy an indoor pool/water park since Danny can't actually survive the winter.
does anyone have a link to that infographic that explains how accessibility can help everyone at all levels of disability? like one row showed how a person missing an arm, and a new mother with one arm occupied with a baby, can both benefit from accessibility even though one situation is permanent and the other is temporary. i reblogged it a while ago but tumblr is refusing to let me find it again
