Young Billy Batson is great BUT teen/young adult Billy... In Young Justice, the cartoon, he's still cocky and cute goober post time skip, but I need more of that specific flavor of Grown Dork Billy who's more self assured in his abilities. A Billy who's finally grown into his body and is starting to look suspiciously like SuperBat...
18 year old Billy, who picked up on Barry's Watchtower cleaning duties, headphones on yelling the lyrics to some random pop song when someone accidentally sneaks up on him and, without any warning, he's using the mop as a bo staff, his headphones flung across the room. Hal, hands raised defensively under him, suddenly very scared cuz the last time he's ever been pinned that easily was by the Bat himself and Billy did not seem like the type to be any sort of violent outside of Captain Marvel. Suddenly, the whole Justice League has to grapple with the fact that their little boy is all grown up... he's older now, responsible and taking care of himself, has a job even! But they just can't accept that it's already been so long, and he's already almost as tall as his Captain Marvel form.
Diana, frowning, tilting her head to the side: He looks... familiar.
Clark, now confused: He should...? He's been our coworker for years now. We attended his graduation last month.
Diana: No... no, he reminds me of someone else.
Billy, who's currently training with whatever new team of young heros the League has brought on, his hair a messy black mop, his shirt fitting snuggly for once rather than being far too big, showing off acquired muscle mass, cold blue eyes, struggling to grow out of his baby fat: And so now you should be focusing on-
Bruce, apearing from the shadows: I don't think he resembles anyone in particular.
Diana, squinting at Bruce, who has cold blue eyes, black hair, and muscles: Hmmm...
Diana, turning to squint at Clark, who also has blue eyes, black hair, and muscle: Hmmmmmmmm....
the removal of physical media is not the inevitable progression of improving tech, its like the removal of the 3.5mm jack: purely a result of profit
physical games still account for about 1/5th of all sales of video games
but by only selling digital games sony can be the ultimate arbiter of their price.
they can stop you lending games and force another sale instead. they can stop the sale of second hand games and keep prices artificially high. they can set any price they want and that will be your only option.
The portal accident killed him years ago. The Fentons buried their son, mourned him, and somehow managed to move on.
Then a dimensional breach brings Danny Phantom from another universe into the DC Universe.
At first, nobody notices anything strange. The Justice League just sees another teenage meta helping during crises. But eventually reporters get clear footage. Facial recognition software finds a match.
Danny Fenton.
Deceased.
The boy buried years ago.
Now Maddie, Jack, and Jazz are forced to watch news reports of their dead son flying alongside heroes, So they chase him wanting answers.
And Danny is stuck trying to explain something impossible:
"No, I'm not your Danny."
The worst part?
Nobody believes him.
Because how do you tell grieving parents that their son really is dead... and you're just an alternate-universe version who happened to survive?
Okay, but what if they did believe he was from another universe? What if they asked him about his home universe and what had happened to him there, what variables could have been different to wind up a ghost, or half ghost, rather than dead like their son had. They're scientists, they want to know everything.
They ask how his universe's version of themselves handled the news of Danny's accident, the grief and horror of their son dying, the relief that he wasn't fully dead, the curiosity of what he had become and what he could now do.
Imagine their horror and anger at finding out about the "molecule by molecule" threat. Maybe it was a reveal gone wrong scenario that forced him to run and landed him there, the DC Fentons are horrified that their counterparts could ever stoop so low as to hurt their own child. Could be so filled with hate and anger towards the topic of their own obsessive research in general, that they wouldn't even hear Danny out and forced him to go on the run.
They ask him if he'd be willing to give them a chance. To love him like his own parents failed to. To help them both heal. They know, and accept, that Danny isn't their Danny, technically, but they want him to be now. Not to replace their son that was lost, but to make their family whole again in a different way.
Danny being conflicted because these aren't his parents, but now he's really wishing they were. They're kind, loving, accepting, willing to talk to him and actually hear what he has to say. They pay attention to him in a way his actual parents never did. He doesn't want to step on the toes of this universe's version of himself, but he also feels like if the roles were reversed, he'd want his parents to move on and for his counterpart to be safe and happy. He wants to think he and that Danny were similar enough in that regard to not be offended if he agrees to stay. ... He wants to, but he can't know for certain. This universe's Danny never manifested as a ghost. Probably some bullshit like "there can only be one Phantom" if he were to ask Clockwork.
Ooh but what if the reason there's only one Phantom is because all alternative versions of Danny becomes a part of Phantom upon their death. They all share one soul, one ghost, and its the same for other ghosts that exists across multiple universes.
So this Danny IS the DC Danny too, but because he's a half ghost, he can't access all the memories of his alternative selves yet
Maybe he'll get the memories back in time as he grows stronger as a ghost and DC Danny starts bleeding through to him. Or maybe he won't get them back until he's fully dead.
It starts with Tim scolding Bart and Kon after a mission. After a couple years with YJ, Kon’s come to the realization that he actually likes being yelled at. Not in a kinky way, but. Sort of.
He doesn’t mind if Tim is actually angry at him, as long as his attention is on him, he doesn’t care what for.
Kon tests this out, naturally. He purposely messes up a simple task and finds that he enjoys Tim’s disappointment lmao. He also attempts to flirt with random people around Tim and likes the stare boring into the back of his head. He does something reckless and ends up getting hurt on a mission. Kon realises he doesn’t actually like Tim’s look of hurt. Tim is sad because Kon was hurt and he looks at him like he almost lost him. Kon decides he doesn’t want to get hurt again (at least, in front of Tim).
Tim pulls Kon aside for a conversation. He asks what’s been going on with Kon lately. After a bit of poking, Kon admits that he’s been wanting Tim’s attention on him. He doesn’t stop there, though. He keeps going about Tim’s eyes and him in general and how amazing he is.
The other one in the room is speechless.
Tim: “are you… confessing right now?”
Kon: “…I, oh. I guess I am?”
Tim: “…”
They get together and Kon is now not afraid to ask for attention. Heh.
Kon and Tim are not dating. They’re best friends, and they have been for years. Kon is fine with it. Until he’s not.
See, usually, Kon is happy to do whatever his Robin says to do. He would literally drop anything for him. He doesn’t realise it’s anything other than platonic.
It goes like this—
Tim: *absentmindedly* Hey, Kon.
Kon: *smiles like he got gifted the sun* Hey, Rob. Do you need help with anything?
Tim: Hmm? Not really, after the case I just need to wash my uniform from that—
Kon: *speed cleans his uniform*
Kon: *holds it up for Tim* Here you go!
Tim: *his zesti halfway up to his mouth* Uh, thanks. You’re a lifesaver, Kon.
Kon: *smiles again*
Cassie: *watching this whole thing, pulls aside Kon*
Kon: Cassie? What’s up?
Cassie: Has anyone told you what a simp is, Kon?
Kon: Uh, yes? Why?
Cassie: Well, you, my friend, are a simp.
Kon:
Kon: For who?
Cassie: Tim, you idiot!
Kon: Haha, nice joke, Cassie. I’m no simp.
Cassie: What the fuck? Did you not see yourself just now?
After Kon walks away from their conversation, it gets him thinking. He thinks of all the times he did something for Tim, and he thinks of all the times he’s felt woozy after Tim smiled at him.
Slowly, he admits he is a simp.
This changes nothing.
Now that he knows he likes Tim romantically, he tries even harder. Tim obviously notices the difference, but doesn’t say anything.
Kon does everything for Tim now. Not fighting and all that, but little tasks, like getting some paper, gifting him some food, anything really.
And since Tim doesn’t say anything about it, Kon subconsciously thinks Tim likes him back, or Tim likes the things Kon is doing for him.
Tim brings Kon somewhere private for a conversation.
Kon: Hey Rob, what’s up?
Tim: *sort of serious* Kon, what’s been up with you lately?
Kon: *thinking Tim found out about his crush* Wh-What are you talking about?
Tim: I just think you really buttered me enough. Tell me already!
Kon: *confused* tell you what?
Tim: What you want from me! You’ve been doing favours for me, to tell me what you want.
Kon: I- that is not it at all.
Tim: *eyebrows furrowed* Then what? Is it someone controlling you? Or someone trying to force you to do something?
Kon: No! It’s none of that. I thought you would figure it out by now, Rob.
I head canon that the more liminal people become the more they notice Phantom and Danny are the same person. Ecto works as a natural camouflage for Danny (only his colors and outfit change so why hasn't anyone aside from Wes connected the dots ya know) so only his friends who where there at the time of his accident and Jazz are in the know at first. His parents are in protective gear 24/7 despite their terrible lab habits, so they don't see it.
The rest of the town gradually begins to see it and slowly change how they treat Danny and "Phantom". Nobody says anything, they just change how they behave. Slowly phasing out the bullying, extending due dates on assignments, redo's on tests, discounts when he finds out or extra appetizers on the house.
He is the towns secret hero so they will try to protect him since they already failed him once by letting him die. How else would he be able to turn into a ghost hero if not because he died at least once. He dies every time he does hero business and gets shot at by his parents so the town adults have become very protective.
When the Justice league shows up they give them the runaround because Phantom hid as soon as he registered who the visitors were. They leave after giving some autographs (the towns folks collected them for Danny/Phantom from the alien heroes because they know how much he likes space) but then the Bats come into town and the town is surprised when the Bats immediately identify Phantom as Danny. The natural ecto camouflage doesn't work on them since all of their deaths and/or contact with the pits made them liminal.
"We don't want to fight heroes-"
Batman correcting them mid speech. "Vigilantes."
"-but we will if you want to hurt Phantom." Adults armed with anything and everything from novels to pitchforks.
"This is all a misunderstanding, we came here to check in on him and offer a fellowship for young heroes." Red Robin who has a crush on Phantom for his determination and on Danny for his engineering and would definitely like to see more of him.
Dani brandishing a spear Pandora gave her just for these occasions "The red one wants to marry Phantom! get em!"
Danny blushing because he accidentally saw the face under the mask and Red Robin is very handsome. He would also like to get to hang out with other heroes is what he says when he intercepts the Dani incited mob trying to scare off the Bats
Danny, dancing as he cleans the kitchen: 🎶~'Cause know that I'm yours, So meet me on the floor~ Dance with me! Move your body baby, this is meant to be~🎶
Dick: *quietly puts his stuff down and leans against the wall with a grin as he pulls out his phone*
Danny, oblivious: 🎶Flowing like the ocean, you're so heavenly! I gotta get you tonight! Baby, why don't you dance with me? Don't tell me that isn't love, I know it's got to be~🎶 *turns around to grab somethings and sees Dick* 🎶Cause when we're on the flo- Ahh! How long have you been here!
Dick: Not long! Sometime around "'Cause know that I'm yours".
Danny, blushing: Gosh thats so embarrassing. Wait- are you recording?! Delete it!
Dick: What?! But you sing so well, I was going to upload it to the interwebs~
Danny: *pales and blushes at the same time, somehow* No! Please not that! I am so bad at singing and if Sam and Tucker ever find out I'll never hear the end of it!
Dick and Danny: *run around the appartment playing keep away*
Dick: Oof! *falls as hes tackled* Okay okay I'll delete it.
Danny: Thank you. *sighs in relief and gets off him*
Dick: I don't know why you're so freaked out though. Your voice is nice.
Danny: Yeah okay. You don't have to be nice about it, I'm well aware of what I suck at.
Dick, frowning: I'm not being nice, you're not like, professional sounding obviously, but you have a nice voice. You should sing around the appartment more often, might liven this place up a little bit.
Danny, hesitant: Maybe, if it doesn't bother you I guess.
Goodmorning to the Anthropic Claude AI training scraper that suddenly decided to request 660 thousand pages (exactly the number I had remaining on the starter plan) and brought Pikiwedia down.
Sudden switch from diverse user agents like chrome, safari, messenger preview to Just Claudebot. I'm not even mad though, this is maybe the funniest thing possible, because I've inadvertently poisoned their training data with thousands of fucked up articles with normal urls.
Pikiwedia perseveres, back up with a better robots.txt. I hope Anthropic has a gery vood time with Pikiwedia's data :))
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also, i directly use their free (!!!!) api. pikiwedia relies directly on the wisdom and hard work of millions of wikipedia authors. protect this amazing source of collaborative open source knowledge for the many, many obvious reasons, but also so that pikiwedia can continue to scrongle it.
The recent hot VS cold polls have made me realise that a lot of people have no idea how to cool down.
As someone from a hot country that's regularly on fire, here's some tips:
WATER IS YOUR FRIEND! WATER! IS! YOUR! FRIEND! You can transfer SO much heat into this bad boy! You cannot cool down without water!
Wrists under the cold tap. Splash your face and the back of your neck. Fan yourself.
In some countries you can buy a little handeld fan with a water sprayer.
Damp tea towel around the neck. Stick an ice pack in there on hotter days.
Half fill a water bottle with water, stick in freezer. If you use a bottle with a straw, make sure it's lying on its side with the straw side up and out of the water. When frozen top up the rest of the way with tap water and off you go.
Desperate to cool off? Wet T-shirt. Sit in front of a fan. This will nuke it, just don't get hypothermia and don't fall asleep like this.
Cold showers are also your friend in summer. Some people get psyched up by these. Personally, I sleep like a baby, so I'm good to have them before bed. Just keep in mind that it takes a bit of time for the cool to circulate, so your body will tell you that you're colder than you actually are. I find that when I have cold showers I need to step out of the spray when I think I'm cold... I'll just wait, and thirty seconds later the temperature has evened out and I actually need to step under again. Rinse and repeat until you maintain coolness even after stepping out for a bit.
If you can't do cold showers, turn the cold shower on anyway and just stick your arms under. When they're cold, lift your arms up above your head. The sensation of cool blood draining into your body is fucking weird and kinda unpleasant but less unpleasant than being hot.
Feet in a tub of water with ice. Blood naturally flows to your extremities when hot, so take advantage of this. If you don't have a tub of ice water, sticking a wet rag on your feet in front of the fan works too, it's the less powerful version of the wet T-shirt.
Drinks lots of water but make sure that water has electrolytes as well. Stay in the shade.
Keep air circulating. Fans don't actually cool rooms down, they just help transfer heat from your body to the moisture on your skin or the air via evaporative cooling.
Block north facing windows early in the morning so the sun doesn't get in. If you're in the northern hemisphere, this is opposite for you. Keep in mind that if your home is brick, the bricks will still heat up and slowly release heat into your home even after the sun goes down so this will only do so much.
If it's hotter inside than outside, close all your windows but two, making sure they're on opposite sides of the house/unit you're in. Point a fan out of one window, making sure that the doors between the rooms with the open windows are all open. This will help create a mini pressure system in your home, pulling cooler air in and pushing the hotter air out via the fan. Bonus points if you can get that fan high up where the hot air rises; even within a single room the top is much hotter than the air by the floor. Adjust the amount of open windows based on how many fans you have, but generally you want more windows with fans open than windows without fans to keep the pressure correct.
Obviously, use your common sense for these. Not everything WILL work for you, just use the stuff that does and adjust what needs to be adjusted. Some of these will be impossible to use in the workplace but others you can still use. Others are best used at home. If humidity impacts your ability to use any of these, get a dehumidifier if that's an option, or use more ice instead of evaporation.
Also keep in mind that the skinnier you are, the faster these will work. More fat means more insulation, means more heat, so you may need to be more patient with some of these or use them in combination.
"Hey Stratt, Dr Grace is a normal biologist right? Just a biologist? Not an engineer? You sure? He knows a lot about engines and materials. You're sure he's not got an engineering degree up in that head of his? positive?"
He didn't really know what the cause of his brokenness was, just that he clearly and obviously was. Even before he died, he couldn't see color.
Unlike Jazz, whose soulmates began with their parents and continued to appear into her life and then stay in her life, Danny appeared to be soulmateless if it weren't for the fact that he still couldn't see color. Jazz, and everyone else in Amity, had the full rainbow and then some available to her before she even made it to middle school.
Jazz's soulmates were an easy and short list. Mom, Dad, her friend Kyle Weston, and her friend Spike. She had met Kyle in kindergarten, and Spike in third grade. All of her soulmates were platonic and familial, though there was still a chance that she was seeing darker shades of colors than they're supposed to be - it was more common than not for a romantic soulmate to brighten up the world that someone could already see.
Danny was in high school. And all he saw was grey, grey, and more grey. Occasionally, he could even tell that he was looking at black. It was unusual. He was broken. What else was he supposed to understand from that?
"Maybe your soulmates are somewhere else? Like, your soulmates are all French or something," Tucker suggested, offhand.
"Maybe," Danny pretended to agree. Frankly, though, he wasn't holding out hope.
He was already dead, after all.
If someone's soulmate passed, they just lost the ability to see whatever colors their soulmate had given them. Danny doubted that him being dead before meeting his soulmates would affect that specific phenomenon in any meaningful way. He would just never know.
So why the hell could he suddenly see this- this- this beautiful color after meeting some dude? He didn't seem to have noticed the change of colors, rushing off with a bright apology for running into Danny, as Danny's whole world flipped on its side. He- he had no clue how to find that person again. What was he supposed to do now?
Maybe... maybe start with googling what this color is.
Blue. Blue was the color of the sky, of oceans, of brightly colored birds and butterflies. It was so beautiful. Danny's eyes were blue! Danny decided just then that blue was his favorite color.
Who knew he'd finally find a soulmate after moving to Gotham? Maybe, just maybe, he'd find his other soulmates here too.
He shook his head; Danny knew better than to hope. Danny was dead. He can't have soulmates, now. Even if Danny could now see colors- or, well, one color, that didn't mean whoever was connected to him could also see their missing color(s). So even if Danny was connected to them, they... probably weren't connected to him.
...
"Sorry, Jay, I got held up at wor-" Dick trailed off, looking at his little brother's eyes.
They weren't that green before. He knows they weren't; after meeting Damian, Dick could see green. They could all see green after meeting Damian. Jason and Damian's eyes were both an olive green, only a slight shade difference between them, everyone in the family agreed. Not... not this neon bright green.
Jason's gaze snapped to Dick from where he'd been glaring at someone across the diner, and the brightness dulled. It didn't go away, but calmed down. No longer seemed like it was lighting Jason's face up. "What?"
"I..." Dick paused, mind racing. If Jason didn't know why Dick was staring at him, then nothing new has happened on his end. That means... "I think I ran into another soulmate."
2) can we add yes, the batfam include a number of Danny’s familial soulmates, but can we also through him having platonic ones from (1) of the teams? I’m partial to Danny and YJ being platonic soulmates (yes including the retired members like greta and arrowette, and empress plus slobo)
3) Danny keeps getting aspects of different colors as time goes by and he accumulates more of his soulfamily?
4) i am not sure why i dont see this more often, but can we include Danny, Cass and Steph finding out they are a romantic trio and losing itTM over color depth?
And random one here, but given Killer Croc is Speedy’s sobriety mentor, would them having a familial bond (not parental but between mentor mentee and weird cousins) that always throws Dick for a loop until he remembers as it became relevant be a good addition or nah?
The fastest way to accomplish The Project is to cease being afraid of The Project. The Project cannot maim you. The Project cannot kill you. The Project is more afraid of you than you are of it. It is okay if The Project turns out differently from how it was in your head, and it is okay if it has flaws. You are capable of engaging with The Project.
"Do we have to get him out? He's the one who fucked up! Who tries to steal a Tiffany lamp and then try to smuggle it out?" Lisa leaned over Len's chair and propped her chin on his head. Not easy to do since he was pouring over a map of Iron Heights and marking new security upgrades and altered guard rotations.
"He's on a Rouge, Lisa." Leonard Snart tiled his head to the side to glance where everyone else was checking over weapons or social media. "Ready?"
A chorus of agreements followed.
"Let's go steal a Rogue."
#$#$#$
Mirror Master was working on a wooden puzzle of the Grand Canyon when the first pitched howl penetrated the cell walls. Pausing, he listened as another shout echoed close by. Setting the next piece into place before the cold gun whirled to life nearby.
In another minute the door had clicked open and shoved aside by a scowling Golden Glider.
"Goldie!"
"Idiot!" With a newspaper she'd had tucked into her pocket a dozen smacks peppered his head. "Moron! Ugh. I can't believe you!"
"Disciplinary meeting later," Cold's smooth drawl slide into the room with him and a finger gestured him closer. "We have 74 seconds."
"Captain! Coming! But you won't believe who got transferred in a week ago. It's on the hush-hush, but the Joker is here!"
Cold finally paused, reflective goggles obscuring what felt like a glare. Golden Glider made a retching sound. "Joker?"
"Hmmm, not sure how he ended up here. None of the guards know either! It's probably a paperwork fuck-up.
"Central is my city." Cold said too gently to be anything other than a threat. "Piper, where is he?"
He tossed and earpiece to Mirror Master who interested it just in time to hear Pied Piper respond. "He's on level 4. Cell B12."
"Trickster. Clear me a path to that level. Mick, the timeline is changed. Plan G. Mirror, follow me."
Mirror accepted a gun which he had no intention of actually using unless things got extra messy. When they reached Level 4 the Trickster had flattened every guard. Some in sticky string and struggling pointlessly. Others. wrapped in ribbons and never-ending handkerchiefs. Prisoners only barely looked up and the ones near B12 hardly moved, sleeping soundly. All sporting earplugs. The reason why became clear as they got within earshot.
Howling cackles bounced off metal and steel. Joker's voice was raspy, loud, and ear splitting obnoxious. "Say! Tommy! What do you call a cow with two legs?"
The CO glared at the opposite wall with tears of frustration. Unfortunate victim due to security retirements. The only one who had to keep listening to the Joker. "Shut the fuck up, Ronald McDonald!"
Joker howled. "LEAN BEEF! What do you call a security guard without eyes?" Joker slammed himself into the bars. Eyes wild and hands grasping except Tommy has stepped out of range, unimpressed and scowling. "TOMMY!"
"Uh-huh." Mirror Master could only admire the guards with apparent balls of steel only to preen when he continued. "You're really Gotham's worst? This is pathetic. If this was Captain Cold, he'd have gotten himself out three days ago. Step-up your breakout game, Jo-jo."
Again, Joker rammed the bars with a laughing scream of rage."
"Well, that's flattering." Tommy whipped around as Cold stepped into view. Glancing between the rogues his expression pinched. "To be held in such high regard."
"Cappy!" The Joker laughed. "From one supervillain to another you're here to get me out! Aren't you? Ohhhh! That's why you're here!"
"I can't let you do that, Captain Cold." Tommy's weapon was raised. The beginnings of fear burgeoning in his eyes while his stance and arms were steady. "You've got your man. I can't let this one escape."
Prisoners were beginning to stir. Coming to the bars to observe the proceedings. Mutterings filled the small space.
"He's right, Cap!" Someone shouted a few cells down. "You gotta keep him here! He's a fucking monster!"
"Who knows how many people he's actually killed! He got my cousin killed when he blew up the fucking subway in Gotham."
"He killed Robin!"
Cold's expression reflected his namesake. "Piper?"
"I know you don't like heroes, boss, Robin was a kid and we made a deal with the Flash." The hackers voice came over the line with a tremble.
Snart never took his eyes off Tommy even as the Joker cackled for attention. "A courtesy from Central City Rogues to Gotham."
Oh....dude? What the fuck?
Trickster stepped forward, sighing heavily. "I object because of the all deaths and that he's a really shitty clown."
"Duly noted." Cold gestured, watching silently as Tommy found himself bound and gagged within moments by ropes of red silk which suspended him from the ceiling. "Piper?"
More shouted objections, curses, and threats. Banging the doors as Joker's door slid open. The self-titled Clown Prince of Crime stepped forward and directly into a blast of ice which only slowed when the man was fully encased.
One blast could be deadly, but this would be lethal within seconds. The gun's ice was hard, almost impossible to melt on a good day. This much would take weeks without Heatwave's gun.
"Holy shit."
"It's the principle of the matter. We need to make sure that Gotham trash doesn't litter our streets." With a nod to a high-jacked security camera the door closed. A definitive noise which bounded through the hall of the prison and each man's memories.
Mirror Master had never been so proud to be a Rogue.
Siren!Danny that fled/left his dimension for whatever reason and ends up in the DC universe. He's able to buy/make a fake identity and is living a relitively normal, if homeless, human life, but again hes a Siren, he needs to swim and sing.
To limit the chances of getting caught by the humans, and because Danny prefers colder water, Danny chooses to swim at night, so he can swim and sing to his hearts content.
His nightly swims are pulled to a stop when one night he gets caught and tangled in some trash. He even tried to phase through it, but it was coated in some weird glowing green liquid that could be mistaken as ectoplasm but wasn't.
Two days later, *insert hero of your choosing* stumbles upon Danny struggling in the net. Danny can't speak the human language when hes in Siren form, his vocal cords aren't made for it so all he can do is chirp, growl, click, and hiss. Because Danny is a Siren, the hero, after making sure Danny isn't in any serious danger, calls in Aquaman, hoping he could calm Danny down.
Except, Danny is nothing like anything Aquaman has ever met or seen before. He almost looks like a Merman, or a Siren, but not quite. Danny's form is more, not quite animalistic, but ethereal, and bigger in comparison to similar beings. What's more, Aquaman can't communicate, can't understand him. Danny's words are like if they were translated through 10 languages and then back into English before being layered over eachother repeatedly. It was disconcerting.
With little other options, Aquaman decides to take Danny with him, carefully removing the trash with the help of the other hero, before grabbing Danny's hand and leading him back to Atlantis.
Since Danny didn't have much else to do, he followed, mostly out of curiosity, but a also because Danny was missing being in a pod*.
Basically: Because Siren!Danny comes from a different dimension, his Siren Form is very different from the Siren's of the DC universe, and Aquaman can't communicate with him. Curious, and worried he might have neglected a subspecies of his subjects, Aquaman takes Danny in.
Can Be:
-Human/Siren Hybrid +Ghost
Or
-Pure Siren w/Humam Form +Ghost
Or
-Any other amalgamation you can concoct
*Pod: Siren family kind of like a Wolf Pack or Lion Pride but Sirens.
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