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[WIP] Danny DeAge (includes Oc) fic: A Toddler and Teenager Wandering Gotham
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Dick: Was I staring? Im so sorry I didn't mean to. I was just struck by your looks.
Danny: What?
Dick: I've honestly only seen stars as gorgeous as you
Danny: *freckles and eyes start glowing green menacingly* How did you know I have a star core!?
Dick having no idea what a star core is but dated aliens before so: Baby, only someone as fine as you, can be the product of a star. My best guess is someone wished on a star for perfection on legs and you came into existence.
Danny taken back: Wha- are you flirting with me?
Dick:
Danny: Why is your face doing that. Are you having a stroke?
Dick: If i say yes will you give me CPR?
Danny: Thats not what you do if someone is having a stroke!
Dick: Gorgeous and smart? My very own wishing star, baby.
Tim Drake remembers the first time he realized Daniel "Danny" Fenton wasn't entirely human. It had been four hours after they met.
Danny had been hired as a temporary employee at W.E. for the Gotham Knights Initiative- a smaller project to get at risk kids school supplies, school uniforms, school fees and a meal plan. This project, though large and new, was a once-a-year event and thus a full time team was not needed.
Danny had been hired as a bookkeeper whose primary job was to keep an eye on the budget and purchases. Tim had encountered him while making a trip to the staff room for a quick cup of coffee. Before this, the two had been introduced at the staff meeting earlier that morning, though it had been fast and formal, so he didn't have much of an opinion about Danny beyond "new guy who checks my company's signs."
All in all, Danny had been rather forgettable, from his plain face to his cheap suit, until the break room.
Danny had been pumping various syrups into his cup from the flavor cart Tim had insisted on when he arrived. His argument for that flavor cart was that employees could make their own flavored coffee on W.E.'s dime instead of dropping seven or eight dollars at some Cafe chain. The real reason was so that Tim didn't have to walk to a nearby cafe or send someone to get it for him.
Tim lingered, debating if he should greet the other, when Danny took the first sip of his coffee. At once, a purr filled the room, taking Tim by surprise so much so that he forgot to even announce his presence, just watching the other man with fascination as the purrring got louder. Danny leaned back on the counter, eyes closed in bliss as his chest rumbled with the noise.
The sound cut off abruptly when Tim pushed the door open completely, and Danny shot him a look of panic. This told Tim that Fenton did not want anyone knowing he could make that noise. So he pretends he never heard it.
"Morning" He said instead, smiling in a polite way as he walked towards the coffee pot "New batch?"
"Yes" Danny gulped, knuckles white from how hard he gripped his mug. Their conversation was quick and polite, just a bit off, but not enough to be considered tense. Neither was familiar enough with the other to have a full-blown conversation. Tim left with his mug of flavored coffee in three minutes, ears straining for more purs but none came.
By the time Tim made it down the hallway, up the elevator, and sat down at his desk, he knew the bookkeeper was nonhuman, likely hiding it. He also knew it didn't matter, and he continued his work.
A week later, Tim found Danny working after hours, apparently trying to correct a mistake on the number of pencil cases ordered that an intern had made and accidentally went over budget, meaning Danny had to create multiple grant appeals. As he was typing away aggressively on the wireless keyboard, a soft growl, like that of a canine, built up in the back of his throat. It made the hairs on Tim's arm stand, but otherwise, he ignored it. He merely grabbed a pack of copy paper from the supply cabinet, the reason he had wandered remotely close to Danny's work area and went on his way.
Tim filed the new noise away in a mental slot he reserved for Fenton, but found no reason to worry about it. He knew many people who were meta-human and aliens (and, honestly, anything in between or beyond) who hid a similar secret. As long as Danny wasn't bothering anyone, Tim saw no reason to bother him.
Nearly three weeks passed before Tim heard another unusual sound from his temporary employee. This one was not animalistic, but it sounded like a broken beeper going off as the man desperately tried to stop a bout of hiccups. Other employees checked the fire alarms, a few times convinced that a battery had to be changed somewhere, while Danny slouched in his chair, looking red-faced and clamping one hand over his mouth.
With each slight spasm of his chest a slight sharp beep rang out from below Danny's fingers. Tim wondered how no one had noticed he was making the sound, as the entire room of fully grown adults searched for the fire alarm that needed changing.
A ticket was even placed into facilities t9 come up and check the systems while Danny slipped away, claiming a sudden upset stomach. Tim watched him leave, sipping his lavender-flavored coffee and adding the new noise to his mental file.
The real kicker was one month and two weeks after Fenton was hired. Tim had stayed late one night to catch up on work that had piled up during a long case, and he had forgotten to inform the rest of the temporary employees of his plan. This meant that Danny had assumed he was the last one in the building, so he started blasting music while he worked.
Tim could hear the bass of the music from his office; he couldn't make out the words, but the noise was loud enough to get through the floor, letting him know it was rock. After a few hours of it, curiosity got the best of him, and he wandered down to the second floor to see what the song or band was.
The second the elevator door dinged open, his ears were assaulted by the loud, blasting music of Ember Mclain (a pop-rock singer who dominated the charts for months and vanished without a trace) and a second-louder electric guitar. Thinking an employee had brought an instrument to work, playing it instead of working, Tim had marched into the work area for the Gotham Knight, intending to hand out a verbal warning.
What he found was Danny Fenton, playing an air guitar but producing the sound with his mouth. He danced around his desk, eyes closed and completely engrossed with the music that he did not notice Tim standing at the doorway, dumbfounded.
As Fenton moved his head back and forth in a classic headbang, Tim watched as his hair slowly turned pure snow-white and the electric guitar noise grew louder and louder, overpowering the music. Eventually, Danny got lost in a rock solo that had nothing to do with the song, waving his arms against an instrument that wasn't there and rocking his tush back and forth like a man possessed by the power of rock.
Tim almost clapped, but stopped himself in time, as he carefully backed away and returned to his office.
When he sat back down at his desk, muttering the same song under his breath, Tim knew what Fenton was.
A mimic.
Likely a half-breed.
It made sense why Fenton flinched so much whenever Tim offered him a handshake. He made a mental note to stop wearing his pure-silver rings and switch to something more sensible.
He had plenty of gold and rubies that needed to be pulled out of storage.
Recently, many people have reached out to me because blogs have been reposting my work without credit. In fact, most of it read like it was run through an AI to reword a few bits.
It's very disheartening to see, since I have stated before that my blog has blanket permission to use the stories and prompts as long as I am credited as the original.
"My blog has blanket permission on all prompts/chats/requests as long as I'm credited for the original. If you want to reblog and add more, you can. If you're going to write an extended fic on another website, you can. If you're going to draw based on something I wrote, you can. If you want to post it on TikTok with a voice reader, you can. If you would link me so I can geek out about it, please do so."
Most TikTok videos had people in the comments giving me credit, so I wasn't bothered by it. I have reached out to some of the blogs that were brought to my attention, but most just ignore me. I don't want to start a wave of reporting people because, well, in all fairness, my work is fanfiction-based and is also from another source material, and really, reporting blogs on Tumblr is just a hassle in half. I had chosen to block them and move on with my life.
The only thing is that most of the blogs that have stolen my work are adding links that take people to other websites.
DO NOT CLICK ON THEM.
These websites are either locked behind a paywall —which is illegal for fanfiction —or lead to a sketchy page that may just be a virus or malware (software designed to disrupt or steal information from systems it infects). My antivirus caught it before it sat in, and I took it to my cousin, whose entire job is cybersecurity. He cleared it, so nothing happened, but I wanted to bring this to attention for those unaware.
Please be wary if you see anything suspicious and pass the message to other fandoms just in case. I would hate for people to get viruses or something because of this. Fandom spaces deserve to be safe for everyone.
Bruce: Okay, Alfred will be waking me up at six. Your job starts the moment he opens the door but until then you have free range of the room- including the bathroom and the hottub.
Danny: You know, you're the first client I've ever had who paid for me to be naked but doesn't want to do any touching.
Bruce: I understand this is a odd job for you but I hope the amount i offered and the accommodation make up for the bother.
Danny: Sugar, I'm ussually spending my Saturday nights standing on a street corner freezing, until some jerk with cash drives by. Trust me, I much prefer this.
Bruce: Hmmm. Why don't I hire you exclusively then? No intimacy between us, you get this as your going rate and you can come and go through my manor. Just as long as my butler thinks I'm in a relationship, even if its only for a quick row in the hay.
Danny sarcastically: Oh sure, if you can get Batman to get my pimp off my back before he breaks every bone in my body.
Bruce: Done. You can use my room as you please and I'll call Batman. He'll handle the pimp.
Danny: Right, like you know Batman
Bruce:
Danny alarmed: Wait do you know BATMAN!?
Bruce: I have lots of money. I don't know how you forget that.
I let it slip to a mutual that I had lore notes for this and they encouraged me to post them so here you are:
1. Bruce thought Danny knew he was Batman which is why he looks confused in the picture. This was during Bruce's first year as Batman, where he had to do a quick change in a alley way, and Danny happened to be hiding there from a angry client. Danny couldn't see him in the dark but Bruce thought everyone has crazy good night vision like him and his secert was outed like five months into being Batman. He hires Danny because he thought Danny was trust worthy due to this.
2. Danny lost his ghost powers. In this Au Vlad created a way to rip his ghost half out of him and left Danny scrambling for survival. This is because he lost Phantom post Bad Reveal and his parents wont take him back since they dont believe his not a halfa anymore.
3. Jazz is unaware of Danny selling himself. He lied to her so his sister wouldn't spend her life trying to save him. Jazz thinks Danny is in Gotham U and is unaware of the trouble he fell into. And trouble he is in. Danny's pimp is one of the most dangerous in the city backed by a large crime organization. Once they sink thier teeth into someone only death can let them go.
4. Danny has been on the street corner for some time before meeting Bruce. He overplays his dialect and perfected a southern drawl that he uses during work. People fall for it except for Bruce. He saw right through the fake personal and accent the second Danny open his mouth. Even Alfred is convinced Danny is from deep south and not Illinois.
5. Danny thinks Batman is a sloppy hero for his age. He understands the first year as a hero is rough- Invisa-bill still haunt hims- but he was fourteen when he became Phantom. Batman is a full grown man. He should be better.
6. Alfred is unaware of Bruce's plot. He is genuinely excited Bruce has a off and on again boyfriend because he hopes it will get Bruce to give up Batman. This is before Dick so honestly, Danny is the only person in Bruce's life which is...sad seeing as they met through Danny's work but Alfred is hopeful Bruce will get Danny out of that life and make a honest man out of him.
Bernard: cooking and baking videos, reacts to food videos. Talks about theories mainly about cults or heroes (his most popular theory video is that batman/bruce/superman/Clark are in a polycule relationship (Tim randomly plays the video whenever Bruce starts to annoy him))
Wes: theorys of all kinds (similar to buzzfeed unsolved supernatural, Gametheory, superhorrorbro, etc (his most popular theory is that batman is actually a bat demon cyptid and Mothman is his mortal enemy. Bernard and Tim dared him to make a theory on it)), reacts to basketball plays talks about them.
Tim: true crime youtuber, talks about technology and how to hack, stuff about photography (Wes sometimes joins him on those videos)
Danny: space. So much space. Also talks about death and spirit culture from all kinds of cultures (people are confused about how he knows all this so intimately and how accurate he is), does some gaming videos, and reacts to shitty ghost videos.
Danny Corpse AU, he keeps his polished bones in a locked case under his bed, but has his skull on his desk as a nice decoration and work companion.
He puts funny little hats on himself, sometimes some little paper accessories (he doesn't want to put any kind of adhesive in his bones, that's just asking for damage- so no stickers, sadly).
Everyone he works with fully assumes it's just a prop skull.
Danny Fenton works at the Daily Planet in a corner where Clark Kent doesn't really frequent.
One day, he has to drop of some paperwork for Mr Fenton- who he's never met despite working together for the past two years, “shit just happens in a big office like that I guess” he says (though Clark swears he’s never heard a heartbeat or any kind of breathing from that office)- and Clark drops everything he's holding when he sees a child's skull on the desk, decorated with a festive pink ribbon patterned with different fruits.
Clark knows exactly what real bone pores look like, and he knows his enhanced sight isn't lying to him. It's either the best fake in this or any universe, or his coworker has a real human child's skull on his desk.
But how does he bring this up to anyone without exposing himself?
Danny Corpse AU, he keeps his polished bones in a locked case under his bed, but has his skull on his desk as a nice decoration and work companion.
He puts funny little hats on himself, sometimes some little paper accessories (he doesn't want to put any kind of adhesive in his bones, that's just asking for damage- so no stickers, sadly).
Everyone he works with fully assumes it's just a prop skull.
Danny Fenton works at the Daily Planet in a corner where Clark Kent doesn't really frequent.
One day, he has to drop of some paperwork for Mr Fenton- who he's never met despite working together for the past two years, “shit just happens in a big office like that I guess” he says (though Clark swears he’s never heard a heartbeat or any kind of breathing from that office)- and Clark drops everything he's holding when he sees a child's skull on the desk, decorated with a festive pink ribbon patterned with different fruits.
Clark knows exactly what real bone pores look like, and he knows his enhanced sight isn't lying to him. It's either the best fake in this or any universe, or his coworker has a real human child's skull on his desk.
But how does he bring this up to anyone without exposing himself?
Danny Corpse AU, he keeps his polished bones in a locked case under his bed, but has his skull on his desk as a nice decoration and work companion.
He puts funny little hats on himself, sometimes some little paper accessories (he doesn't want to put any kind of adhesive in his bones, that's just asking for damage- so no stickers, sadly).
Everyone he works with fully assumes it's just a prop skull.
Danny Fenton works at the Daily Planet in a corner where Clark Kent doesn't really frequent.
One day, he has to drop of some paperwork for Mr Fenton- who he's never met despite working together for the past two years, “shit just happens in a big office like that I guess” he says (though Clark swears he’s never heard a heartbeat or any kind of breathing from that office)- and Clark drops everything he's holding when he sees a child's skull on the desk, decorated with a festive pink ribbon patterned with different fruits.
Clark knows exactly what real bone pores look like, and he knows his enhanced sight isn't lying to him. It's either the best fake in this or any universe, or his coworker has a real human child's skull on his desk.
But how does he bring this up to anyone without exposing himself?
Danny has shapeshifted into many different animals, and creatures. From Dragons and Cats, even a Deer.
So, why not an Alicorn?
Danny has watched My Little Pony - loved the show, he still does. Jazz loves it too, even his parents. So, as Danny being the Ghost King, he was curious if he could shapeshift into an Alicorn.
And he did! It looked generic, so every tiem Danny had Free-Time, he would go and practice his shapeshifting. He was effectively making his own Ponysona in real time. And by then, he really looked like a King of the Dead in Alicorn Form.
And as he was busy admiring himself, he felt a pull of a summoning.
Well, shit.
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When Danny finally gets summoned, he instantly recognized the usual Cultists asking for the end of the world, or something. Honestly, he's more surprised there was a Cult summoning. He got summoned every day, and he hasn't been summoned for like, 2 months.
Although, he recognized a few figures wearing costumes and he's been summoned in front of Batman and Robin.
... okay, he can work with this.
Danny deals with the Cultists with ease, before turning to Batman and Robin. Batman shifted, seemingly ready to fight. Danny was ready to pretty much flee and then disappear, only to be stopped by Robin.
"Father, I desire to bring the Alicorn home."
... okay, that was not what he was expecting. But, Danny "Little Shit" Fenton sees an opportunity to screw with the Batman. And well, he liked Robin. He may as well have fun with this!
He isn't called Danny "Commit to the Bit" Fenton for a reason!
People that bitch about the crossover are tiring. I get that it can be annoying when you block tags and still see something, but jesus christ how hard is it to just scroll past, or block people who won't tag in a way that's working for you?
There's still so much animosity towards people into dpxdc just for being passionate and creating a lot of art and fics. And it ultimately just drives people away from participating in the parent fandoms more because they're met with hostility from either side.
For as many friends as I have who have decided to join Danny Phantom and DC events separately, with no inclusion of the crossover, I have just as many friends who refuse to touch those events because of all of the harassment that's occurred.
It's been... weird. And frustrating. Seeing people be almost territorial over fandom parent tags, as if it's wrong to want to tag the fandom for something you've made a piece of art for. As if it's wrong to want to share your work with people who may not even know the specific crossover tags exist yet.
No one gets to own a tag, or police how people use a fandom tag. It's up to each of us to curate our own fandom experience. Being told your slice of fandom is too much, too loud, too productive with their fan creations, when the vast majority of people are sticking in their lane and tagging in a way that can be blocked is just disheartening.
I don't care what crossover is popular in a fandom, how popular it is, or whether or not it's one I'm enjoying. I don't want to discourage people from having their fun when I can block or scroll past.
I'll take a fun crossover with talented creators any day over gacha hell. I think it's honestly embarrassing to see someone so petty over a niche crossover fandom that they'd submit it to an account like this.
