Hey Gouls, Spirits & Ghosts. We have to vote or they will take our title.
Edit: I just want to clarify that I'm speaking in jest here.
As in, I'm having a great time joking that "The result of the poll will be how much custody each fandom gets with the word Phandom. "
That being said, make sure you all are aware of what tags come with the different Phandoms, cuz DP comes with knarly horror ones like viviestion. (If you're not into body horror, make sure you block that one for sure.)
And I'm sure the other Phandoms come with their own tags that are going to freak people out, like real people shipping.
So, mind the tags you don't want to accidentally mix up in your feed.
Stay safe, y'all. As someone's "yum" is another person's "eww."
Jason: Oh um, yes, good evening. Do you eat to survive?
Danny: What?
Jason: Ha ha ha! I'm joking! Of course you eat, um I eat too! But why?
Danny: I don't-what are you asking me?
Jason: Gotham is beautiful at night! It's when I eat!
Danny: Are you a-
Dick appearing out of nowhere: Hey there, Jay. You wandered off while I was getting us water. Sorry about him. He's very drunk. I'll take him home to sleep it off.
Danny: *Grabbing Jason's writ* Do you know him?
Jason: Yes, he's my brother. See, that's my family. *Shows lock screen of family* I have many siblings, which means I would be totally fine with lots of kids!
Danny: *Let's go* Oh good. Sorry if he's really that drunk I didn't want him going home with a stranger. No offense
Dick: None taken. I appreciate men like you who keep everyone safe. Come along Jay, let's get you home.
Jason: But-
Dick: You asked me to step in when you were going out of control. Remember?
Jason: Right yes. Ugh Bye.
Danny: Goodbye.
Dick outside of bar: That was terrible. You really do suck at flirting.
Jason: I just froze up! Ugh I hope he doesn't think I'm a idiot.
Danny watching them through the window: That's a vampire pretending to be human. I can smell the undead on him and he was going to lure me to a dark alley if his human servant hadn't stepped in.
Jazz: I was gone for like five minutes Danny, how did you find a creature of the night within that time?
Danny: It's a gift. Thankfully, I'm too smart to be tricked by a vampire.
Jazz: ......you would have followed him into the alley wouldn't you?
Danny: He may be a blood sucker but did you see his muscles? What a way to die.
Jazz: What are you doing?
Danny: I got bored waiting for you to finish your class, so I figured I might kill some time by offering my cleaning services to my fellow college students.
Jazz: ....Danny, you don't go to Gotham U.
Danny: I know, but someone left this table with the school's tablecloth out, and I had my tablet. People assumed I was with the college, but it's just dorm housekeeping, so it's no big deal.
Tim: *Walking up* Hi, my brother Jason said you accepted dorm housekeeping requests?
Danny: Sure do! Could you fill out this form with your information?
Tim: *Taking tablet* Thanks. Are you the one who cleans the rooms?
Danny: That's right!
Tim: Interesting.
Later
Danny: What does it mean when one of the students asks for me to wear a maid outfit in the special requests section?
Jazz: It means you have the chance to get that Drake-Wayne family money.
Tim: Oh, Alfred didn't pack this for me. My boyfriend did.
Bruce: Your what?
Tim: My boyfriend. Danny was really excited to learn how to make Ramen from scratch so I was-
Bruce: Danny? Danny Fenton!?
Tim: You know my boyfriend?
Bruce: Of course I know that boy! He's the spawn of Madeline, the man stealing cow.
Tim: ......what
Bruce: If I didn't have my no killing rule I would have taken her out years ago and married Jake after he finished grieving her.
Tim: .....I called Danny paranoid, but I guess he was right. Billionaires really do try to steal his parents if he gets too close to them. No wonder he didn't want to me you.
Bruce: Bet you, he got that attitude from his mother.
Tim: Please leave me alone. I want to enjoy my ramen in peace.
Dani: Trust me! You look great! I went for a more natural look anyway, so nothing too colorful or over the top. Here, take a look. *hands over mirrior*
Danny: I like it....
Dani: I can hear the "but". What is it?
Danny: I don't know. I was really excited to try make up but now I just feel like a clown
Dani: Well, that guy doesn't think you're a clown. He's having a sexual crisis *points to Dick hyperventilating in the corner of the park*
Danny: Yeah, but that guy walks around in 80s wear unironically.
Dani: How do you know that?
Danny: He's in my gymnastics class.
Dani: Okay, but he's super hot, and he is stunned by you, so you're literally breathtaking.
Danny: If you say so, *looks into mirror.* I mean the eyeliner and mascara really make my eyes pop.
Dani: You look like a K-pop star. Trust me, you'll going to be turning so many heads. That 80s guy literally tripped over his own two feet just now when you looked at him.
Danny: *blushes*
Dani: We'll should call an ambulance. He hasn't moved in a bit.
Danny opening car door at parent pick up: Thank you for picking me up. I know it was last minute, but I was not expecting them to cancel the art club today.
Jason in driver seat: Who the hell are you?
Danny: *Buckling up* I'm Damian Wayne-
Tim in passenger seat: No, the hell you're not. I would recognize my own baby brother even if we are all wearing the same school uniform kid.
Danny: You didn't let me finish. I'm Damian Wayne's double, Danny Fenton, it's nice to met you
Jason/Tim: Double?!
Danny: Yeah, like how royals have doubles to avoid assassinations and political conflict. Damian hired me to take his place in school so he could focus on his other activities.
Jason: He hired you to do what?! Wait, wait, wait. How long has this been going on?
Danny: Um, since Damian came to the USA?
Tim: That's was two years ago!
Danny: Yeah but I don't age.
Jason: That is a very alarming comment but we will back to it because I need more information on why you would agree to be Damian's double in school!
Danny: You're blowing this out of proportion. Damian didn't want to be in the American School system, I needed a job that wouldn't ask questions about my non-aging and life provided a solution to us both.
Tim: Does Bruce know about this?! Alfred? DICK!?
Danny: I'm not sure. Damian never gave me instructions about his life outside of school. I was just told about them but never met them in person.
Jason: Where did you even met Damian?!
Danny: I tried to mug him when I was living on the streets but he threw me in a dumpster. Thought that was cool so I started following him around. He calls me his little minion.
Tim: Unbelievable. He finds a homeless immortal and uses him to skip school.
Danny: Hey! Damian has never missed a day of school. I have perfect attendance!
Jason horrified whispering: We put the perfect attendance award on main sitting room fireplace. We have defiled the scared award shelve.
"...Alright, I might have an idea," John Constantine, who was seemingly busy texting someone for the past ten - or twenty, no one really counted - minutes, puts his phone away and snaps his head up.
The room falls silent. Superman blinks in surprise, Diana frowns slightly, and Batman's mouth is pressed into a thin, stubborn line. Flash recovers first.
"You have an idea?" He huffs a short, disbelieving laugh, "No offense, but I'm not sure a magic trick can help us against, you know, an alien fleet." He gestures to one of the screens on the wall, where said fleet is approaching Earth on live.
The rest of the Leaguers present don't exactly agree with him, at least not verbally, but the mood in the room shifts from tense, anxious alarm to an almost palpable annoyance. To be honest, no one was even sure why or how John Constantine of all people ended up in the meeting. It's not like JLD could actually help with an ongoing, massive invasion that was about to happen in less than three- Correction, less than two and a half hours. Besides, it's John Constantine. The man that never shows up unless outright bullied into submission.
The magician winces briefly and starts rummaging through his pockets under the weight of everyone's attention.
"I said I might," he amends gruffly, getting a cigarette out of one of his pockets and sticking it in his mouth but not lighting it. Seems like it wasn't what he was looking for, though, because after that, the man keeps going through the various places on his coat, patting himself down. "I know someone who can deal with it. Granted, I already owe him a great deal, but he won't say no," he pauses and grimaces, "At least I hope he won't."
"I do not think it would be wise to call upon gods in our situation," Diana tries carefully, but John pays her little mind.
"Or demons," Green Arrow adds, crossing his arms on his chest, "I'm not selling my soul to get rid of some rocket ships or whatever they are."
Now, that makes the magician bark a laugh. Or, maybe it's the piece of lime green paper - a sticky note, actually - that he finally finds in the depths of his pockets.
"Oh, your soul's gonna stay where it is."
"Constantine-" Batman starts, but John cuts him off instantly.
"Mine will stay wherever it is as well," he reassures the man, "It's not that kind of entity." And with that, he promptly sets the green note on fire - green fire - and uses it as a lighter for his cigarette.
The next moment after the note is reduced to ash, there's a shift in the air in front of him, and, before any of the heroes have a split second to react, there are two people floating in the middle of the room, backs pressed to each other.
Two teenagers, to be exact. A girl and a boy, both of them so pale that their skin looks gray, and both dressed in grunge, like they just came from a rock concert. Yet, that's where the 'normal' parts of their looks end - the boy's hair is so white it looks blinding, and moves in the air slowly, undeterred by gravity, and the girl's hair is neon blue, her ponytail flickering up like a flaming torch.
The boy nearly topples over as the girl leans her back on him harder and kicks her feet up slightly. The movement is awkward, like both of them were taken by surprise by the sudden relocation, and maybe the guess about the rock concert was not so far from reality; there are drumsticks in the boy's hands, and the girl is holding an electric guitar in her hands.
"The fuck?.." The boy asks no one in particular, as the girl makes an annoyed groan and straightens up, still floating in the air. Her guitar makes an aborted sound. Meanwhile, the boy's eyes land on Constantine, and his whole face scrunches in disgust, "John, for the love of Ancients, I was in the middle of something."
The girl takes a look around while her friend is busy expressing his annoyance and elbows him in the side, "Oi, look, it's the whole Comic Con in the flesh here."
Green Arrow sputters. Flash makes a wordless but very offended sound. The floating boy looks around, taking stock of faces in the room, and the disgust on his face morphs into exasperation.
He turns back to Constantine, "Really? I thought I told you I want no part in your furry parade."
"Alien invasion," the magician decidedly doesn't address any of that, instead pointing his finger to the screen behind him. "Thought you ought to know," he adds, a bit of sarcasm bleeding into his tone.
"Ooh, is it my turn to be your world saving buddy, Phantom?" The girl perks up, turning around and draping herself over the boy's shoulders with a giddy laugh. Her guitar shifts to hang in the air on her side all by itself.
The boy - Phantom - rolls his eyes. Bright green, glowing eyes that definitely don't belong to a human being.
"If I had a nickel every time I had to save the world, I'd probably be able to buy myself my own guitar," he grumbles and looks back to Constantine. "Do I, like, have to? Right now? You know, I don't get paid for this bullshit, and the studio we rented for rehearsal has an hourly rate, so if we can postpone this for about an hour and a half, that'd be real nice."
"The fleet is only two hours away from Earth," Batman supplies suddenly, and, when both floating kids turn to look at him, adds, "I can pay for your next rehearsal. Or a few of them." Evidently, Phantom's comment about nickels struck a nerve. Or, maybe, the man just likes throwing money at any teenager he encounters. Who knows.
The boy blinks, taken aback by the proposition. But the girl grins, sharp and wicked, and shoves her drummer - if the drumsticks are to tell - in the side again.
"Hey, free studio. Better than the last time."
That snaps Phantom out of his stupor, and he groans, "Don't remind me." With a weary sigh, he runs a hand through his hair and leans back in the air, almost like reclining on it. "Okay, fine, sure. Do you want them, like, away from Earth- um, this is Earth, right?" He turns to Superman, surprisingly, looking for confirmation, and the man nods, thrown off guard. The boy nods back and continues, "Or you want them blasted into oblivion, or what?"
"Whatever suits your mood, kid," John waves his hand at the screen as if making a welcoming gesture, "But all the aliens gotta go."
Unexpectedly, that makes the girl's grin even wider, and she reaches for her guitar, floating around Phantom and looking him in the face. The look she gives him speaks of mischief, and the boy seems to understand what she's implying before she as much as opens her mouth.
"Ember, no," he pounts a drumstick at her.
"Ember, yes," she wiggles her eyebrows, "Come on, your wail is boring as fuck as it is, why not spice it up?"
"I'm not wailing," Phantom scrunches his nose, "My throat will hurt for weeks."
Ember runs her fingers over the strings of her guitar, and it makes a comparatively quiet, vibrating sound. A few cords shoot out of the bottom of her instrument, like ones used to plug an electric guitar to an amp. She raises her eyebrows, still looking at Phantom, a silent conversation between them.
Then, the boy huffs and rolls his eyes, twirling a drumstick in his fingers.
"Fine."
The cords fly at him like snakes, aiming at his neck. None of the Leaguers watching the encounter get to say even a word as the metal pins insert themselves into the boy's neck, acting like some twisted kind of collar. Phantom doesn't even flinch.
Ember's guitar, on the other hand, reacts to the connection quite violently: it makes a high-pitched sound all on its own and then changes color from black and blue to white and green, with lightning bolts instead of flames for design. The girl's ponytail flares up higher as she softly murmurs in delight.
Then, she turns to the people around them and smirks, "Which way is the evil alien fleet?"
Flash wordlessly points his finger to the right and up. The girl nods in satisfaction, turning in the air so her guitar is facing that way.
"You might want to cover your ears," Phantom advises, a sly smile on his face and a glimmer of anticipation to his eyes. John Constantine follows that direction immediately, and, taking his move as the best course of action, the other heroes follow as well. Except Batman, who only narrows his eyes and looks at both teens in the air apprehensively. Phantom shrugs, "Or don't, I don't hold any responsibility for your shattered eardrums."
"Pick up where we left off, then," Ember tells him, and the boy blinks:
"Wait, I thought you'd just-"
[For some wholesome experience, put your headphones in and listen to 'KULT' by Jisaiah, grandson, and Steve Aoki]
But the girl has already started a tune, nodding her head to the rhythm of it and slowly picking up the pace. Phantom huffs, but doesn't protest any further, floating up as much as the cords allow him and spinning a drumstick in his hand.
"Maybe I should join a cult
At least they'll tell me it's not my fault
That the world's a fucking circus
That my life feels fucking worthless," he spits the words out with a sneer, slowly rotating in the air until he is hanging upside down. His eyes are closed, and his voice becomes more and more staticky with every new sound. The volume of Ember's guitar gets up, higher and higher, until the walls and the floor of the room around them start to vibrate.
Then, Ember's voice joins Phantom's, and the boy brings his drumsticks down on thin air, mimicking the moves. Only, even with the actual drums not there, the air around him ripples like they are, and they all can hear the beat.
"Maybe I should join a cult
At least they'll tell me it's not my fault
When it all comes crashing down
We'll see who's laughing," both kids pause, just for a beat, and Ember uses that split second to spin the volume knob to the max before strumming her guitar in one wide, sharp move.
"NOW!"
The sound wave is not only palpable, it's visible. A wave of toxic green ripples through the air, knocking everyone present - sans the two kids in the air - to the ground, and goes beyond. The screens on the walls flicker and turn off, sending sparks in the air, and the comms give off loud, screeching noises, and-
The following silence feels almost deafening.
Batman, unsurprisingly, is the first one to stand back on his feet and see a few of the screens come back online.
Just in time to see that same green wave of... sound? energy? power?.. decimate the entire fleet like a wet cloth over a chalkboard. One moment, the spaceships were there, and the next they are gone, wiped out of existence.
Ember laughs, leaning back and almost doing a backflip in the air.
"That was nice, dipshit!" She shoves Phantom in the shoulder, and the boy snorts, plucking the cords out of his skin and grinning.
"Yeah," he agrees with a smile, not even looking at the screens around, "Maybe we should try rehearsing in space next time. Sing to the stars and all that crap."
"Sing to the stars?" Ember raises her eyebrows mockingly as the rest of the heroes scramble to their feet, bemoaning their ringing ears. "Na-ah," she clicks her tongue and turns to Batman, "You still up for paying for our studio?"
The man just grunts in a semblance of affirmation.
"Sweet," the girl grins and offers Phantom a hand for a high five, which he returns instantly. "Cheers to the world being saved once again!"
The boy just rolls his eyes and turns to Constantine, "Next time, be a dear and text me before summoning, or I'm going to sell your soul to Morpheus, and who knows what he'll do with you."
John Constantine grimaces. "I did," he offers grudgingly.
But both unearthly teenagers are already gone without a trace.
Damian had spent years loathing Danyal. The weaker, pathetic son. The son who did not have what it took to carry the name Al Ghul. The twin who had died and was swallowed by the Lazarus pits, never to be seen again.
The twin Damian killed.
His brother had welcomed death with tears and sobs. His last words were stained by the blood he choke out, "It had to be you, akhi." He whispered as the blood spilled from his mouth and a sword was pressed further into his stomach.
When he was sent to his father, he remained with his belief in being the better son. That Danyal was not worthy of being the son of the demon and the son of the bat. He could have been one but in the end, only Damian was worthy for both.
And yet as the years passed, Damian grew and changed. And then he finally understood.
In his family of heroes, his family who strived to make the world better—Danyal would have been a better fit. Instead, Damian had been the one to become his father's son with his own twin's blood on his hands. His father must never know.
The idea of Danyal sparks rage, resentment, and utterly self-loathing. His kind and sweet brother who would have been the perfect son for his father. The son who was clearly the better person. Not in skill, power—but morals. Because like their father, Danyal would never kill.
What would have happened if Danyal was here with him? If he were still alive?
Damain can imagine his brother in the colors that Robin wore, another costume, another name. Because Damian will not give up that name after he managed to take it from Drake. But Danyal would have work the colors, would have been bubbly like Grayson. He would have taken care of the children on the streets like Todd. He would have helped their father in cases like Drake.
He would have been the brother they would have wanted.
And Damian tries not to drown in what his brother could have been. He can't help but admire this figment of his imagination. This hero in his kind that wore what could have been Danyal's face. This light within the darkness of Gotham who had a voice identical to Damian's.
And Damian does drown. Because he wants what his brother could have been.
In the back of his mind, he thinks that he just wants his other half back.
Danyal Al Ghul died by the hands of his brother.
Danny Fenton was born as the girl who would be his sister dragged him from a lake and nursed him to health.
The Fentons were strange people with strange ideals. Jack and Maddie were obsessed, they were not suited to care for children as they grabbed their weapons and hunted down any ghost their could find. When they were absent, Danny was left with Jasmine.
The memory of Damian is strong and cruel and it burned itself into his mind. The memory of that katana sinking into his gut, just as blood bubbles up his throat. He remembers an older brother who had to be the one to kill him.
He remembers and then he looks to Jasmine. She is warmth incarnate, with fiery hair and bright eyes that reminded him of stars on painting. His parents lack the warmth he craves but Jazz gives him so much that he can't help but melt everytime he's in her arms.
Neither of them can forget how fearful he was towards her when she first found him. He had only been six years old, feeling the effects of the Lazarus pit on his skin before he was spat out somewhere far, far away. He remembered being in Nanda Parbat then he was spat out somewhere in Illinois.
Jasmine had found him. Jazz had found him.
And Danny has decided long ago that Jazz was much better than Damian.
Even from the distance between them, Danyal continues to fear Damian. The part of him that he wished died when his own twin stabbed him to death continued to live on.
Then he died.
Again.
And he can't help but hope that Danyal is finally dead. That the failure was finally dead. His body only needed two. He only needed Danny and Phantom. Yes... Danyal was dead.
Danny would kill that part of him himself if he could.
He donned the mantle of hero, even when the people called him a menace at times. Danny was finally a hero, he was finally someone who could do good in the world. It was a blessing for him.
In all honesty, being a hero had been fun, even as he suffered. His rogues that fought him felt like friends that he had missed in his life. Parts of him yearned for when Skulker came out for a fight. He laughed whenever Ember moved to blast her music through the town and he was forced to fight her. He was fond of both Kitty and Johnny, even when they fought and caused havoc. Trouble felt like home for once.
The half of him that was dead yearned for a fight, yearned for an obsession. Protection—he was told—was his own obsession.
To protect, to fight, to make sure that whatever fell into his obsession was safe and sound. He thinks of Amity Park—his haunt, his domain—and assumed it was what he wanted to protect. He had fought Pariah Dark, became King through conquest and continued to protect.
But a part of him knew that something was wrong. He knew that it wasn't Amity Park that he would protect at all cost. No.
It was always Jazz. Always his big sister who cradled him, who figured out he was Phantom, who could tell whether he was himself or not. The greatest part of his obsession fell onto the older sibling who loves him unconditionally, always reminding him that there was another half of him in the world that killed him. But Jazz was none of that.
Danny loved his family. He loved Elle who grew to be his little sister. He loved his parents even when they were difficult. He loved his friends—Sam, Tucker, Valerie. He loved them so dearly and yet they could never match up to Jazz.
Danny doesn't know what he'd do without her.
(Lies. He knew what would happen if Jazz was taken from her. He knew what kind of monster he'd become—one that the observants demanded to be killed. He knew damn well that Jazz Fenton was the only thing that kept him human.)
(Dan existed for a reason.)
(Danny would burn the world for his sister.)
(And he'd kill himself for fear of his brother.)
Fate is a cruel mistress that knew what she was doing. Twins were tied by blood, mind, and soul. An invisible thread that made sure they were connected one way or another. He shouldn't be surprised that they were going to be reunited at some point.
Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne meet.
It's been years. They've changed. They've become new people. Damian is Robin, the son of the bat (not heir to the demons head). Danny is Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms (not the failure devoured by the Lazarus).
But that doesn't stop Danyal Al Ghul from drowning in fear at the mere visage of Damian Al Ghul.
Danny plays as ambassador, not king. He won't risk himself by telling people who he truly is. He can't. No.
When he summoned and claims that he is an ambassador sent as a substitute, the Justice League accepts what they are given and pleaded for aid.
But Robin is there with Batman. Robin and Phantom meet.
Robin sees Danyal and Phantom sees his murderer.
The moment his body was no longer frozen, Damian sucked in a deep breath as he stared at the face of his own beloved twin. His brother that died by his hands and was claimed by the pits. Had the Lazarus turned him into a creature of the realms?
"Danyal..." Robin sounded hopeful, desperate. He reached forward and almost crossed the circle if not for his father and Nightwing pulling him back with confusion and concern. They look towards the Ghostly being with a face that resembled their father and youngest a little too much.
Danny? Had he been human, his heart would have stopped after ricocheting. He stopped breathing, rendering his lungs useless. This was Damian. A hero of his own right even when he was a monster in Danny's eyes.
Danyal Al Ghul feared Damian.
Phantom was a manifestation of something of Danyal's death.
"You mistake me for someone, Heir to the Demon's head." His voice tore through air, distorted by his own will. Danny was king, he had to remind himself that.
"I am a manifestation. I am born from a concept and emotion. You would not have met me." The lies were not lies. Truths bended to his will as he spoke and pressed against the barrier made by the summoning circle. "But you recognize this body that I have taken form in."
"Then your appearance belonged to a living person." Batman growled.
Danny realizes that this was his father. Perhaps Ra's was right at some point—blood calls to blood.
"What have you done to Danyal?! Where is my twin brother, demon!" Robin's words leak venom as he slams a hand against the barrier.
Danyal tremblesPhantom was amused.
"Bats, tell your brat to back off! That's the ghost king's fuckin' ambassador." The Hellblazer hissed, watching as Batman pulled his son away.
But Damian—Robin—stands still.
Phantom grinned, flashing his teeth as he leaned closed to the barrier. Even when his appearance was born of inverted colors with Lazarus eyes rather than the sky, Damian could recognize his twin's face anywhere.
Both of them knew what happened to Danyal. Killed by his own brother.
Classic post-vivisection Danny homeless in Gotham, and he helps out the ghosts who ask for his help. Things like giving info on their deaths to the bats, or putting their cats in good shelters. Except, he can't just chat with anyone who comes up to him, most normal people would think he's talking to himself and that's a one-way ticket to Arkham (or so Danny thinks). Instead, he ghost-emotes at them while Acting Normal to communicate, never verbally acknowledging them, and then does the task.
This would be all fine and good, except Jason's investigating the Alley kid who leaves impossible tips, and the kid won't even look at him.
Bonus points if Jason tries to pat his shoulder or something and it just passes through, cue meltdown as he questions his sanity.
DP x DC prompt - "Everyone knows cops aren't real"
Listen - I know that in DP that cops exists and that the Amity Park Police are a thing...
BUT!
Hear me out...
I like to imagine that Amity Park exists in a little bubble where virtually no crime existed before the Ghost Portal incident
So although some elder folks (who moved to Amity Park when they were very little) have some vague memories of law enforcement - 99.99% of the town don't know what cops/police are
[To be clear - the world outside of Amity Park functions normally and has cops/police]
[For some reason - whenever Amity Parkers leave Amity for vacation or otherwise - they alway somehow avoid any interaction with police]
[ALSO - Walker is a ghost, so Danny thinks that Walker made up the idea of police/law enforcement]
This becomes a problem when Danny (for whatever reason) ends up in the DC universe
Danny [after getting caught doing what others consider a crime but what Amity Park considers teenage fun]: Hahha very funny - everyone knows that cops aren't real
[INSERT DC character of choice]: Not funny kid...*trails off as he realizes Danny isn't joking*
Danny: O.O
[DC character of choice]: You...you do know that police are very much real, don't you? It's important to me that you know cops exist...
Danny: O.O
[DC character of choice]: *near tears*
What entails is a comedic montage of trying to convince this feral child that law enforcement is very much a real thing (the existence of vigilantes and superheroes does not help at all...
This is such an interesting scene to me because when Spectra asks Danny what he is supposed to be he can't give her a proper answer.
Instead he gives not a clear response and ends ups saying ¨I don't know¨.
And its worth of analysing since it shows that Danny has an identity crisis about his nature of being a halfa. He doesn't know to which world he belongs to- human or ghost. Spectra even suggests that he is a ¨ghost trying to fit with humans¨, something that Danny doesn't fully deny because again, he doesn't know what to answer.
It gets sadder when you think about how Danny sees himself as a ¨freak¨ due to being half ghost-half human. It isn't hard to see why: He is very unique in nature, probably something he believes that shouldn't exist in reality yet here he is.
It makes me kinda of sad that this concept wasn't explored further because it has so much potential for character arcs for Danny and exploring how he views himself as a halfa.
This has always been my favourite scene, because it's so simple yet so deep. I also adore the idea of what would happen if the show wasn't in villain of the week style. Can you imagine how impactful that episode would have been of we saw Spectra as a counsellor in school in episodes before that?
Also, the fact that he is a ghost trying to fit in with the human is just so sad, and Danny knows it. He's not human, that's not up for debate, he just simply isn't. He's a hybrid and the fact he's also a ghost, but doesn't want for that to erase the fact he's human it's kinda tragic. It's not surprising he didn't want people to know he's Phantom when you think about it.
DP screencap re-draw except I took so many liberties, 'cause I'm figuring out how I wanna draw Danny! And exploring my Vlad design with little tweaks :) !! Been on a drawing kick, lately, praying it doesn't end.
So excited to finally share my pieces for @invisobang!
A huge thank you to my wonderful author @jumping-mirrors and fellow fic artist @ghozteevee for making this project so fun! It was a pleasure to work with you both!
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Danny gets called for jury duty. It seems like a fairly open and shut murder case, there's just one problem: the ghost of the murder victim insists that the defendant is not the one who killed them.
Could easily turn into a crossover with any crime/detective show. Heck, it could crossover DC with forensic expert Wally West on the witness stand for example.
Just imagine Danny as the most frustrating juror imaginable, submitting question after question to try and raise reasonable doubt. Alternatively, Danny leaving a duplicate on the jury while he dips out to find new evidence.
Idk about the details, still mulling over what a more concrete plot could be.
