🌎🌟Spoilers. Walk away while you can 👻🌙 The link to the Google drive that has "Danny Phantom: A Glitch in Time" https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NZX75lKowdv6QbbQPya0U6ofDxyj1GyE/view?pli=1
Danny: I forgot to do a entire module for my class this week.
Tucker: What?
Danny: I ussually do them on the weekend since I'm so busy and the professor wants the assignments turned in on Friday at 6:00 PM. But this week really kicked my ass, and I completely forgot to stay a week ahead. What do I do?!
Tucker: How many assignments were in this module?
Danny: Five. The zeros are already in. I went from a 98 to a 63.
Tucker: *pain hiss through teeth* Okay it's time to send a really pathetic, really desperate, and professional email begging for a extension.
Danny: You don't understand! Professor Todd will never go for it. He's strict as hell. Nothing I could say would be believable!
Tucker: Nothing? Not even say, a near death experience?
Danny: What?
Five hours later
Steph: Thanks for bring me dinner Jason. The ER has been non stop and I haven't even gotten a chance to get a break
Jason: No problem, I was just going to do some grading today anyway.
Steph: It was really sweet of you to bring the other nurses some food too. I'm pretty sure almost all the nurse station is in love with you.
Jason: Well shit, get some numbers. You never know. You're future in-law could be on payroll with you. ;)
Steph: Ha ha nice try. That is more stress then its worth. You're like that college kid, desperately trying to write five essays between codes.
Jason: Damn! He coded!? What kind of professor doesn't offer an extension in the face of that? Those deadlines can not be that serious.
Steph: Yeah. Its-
Danny walking by in a hospital gown using speech to text: Hello Professor Todd, I hope this email finds you well. I apologize to ask for this but would it be possible to get a extension on Module 4? Im in the hospital and I have apparently died four times but I am working on those essays between each-
Steph: That was him
Jason: He died four times?!
Steph: Yeah but we got him back-
Random nurse: CODE! CODE IN ROOM 209!
Steph: Damn it! He has got to stop working on those stupid essays! The stress is messing with his heart!
Jason: HE'S DYING RIGHT NOW?!TELL HIM HE HAS HIS EXTENSION, TELL HIM PROFESSOR TODD IS COOL WITH IT.
Danny on a blind date: Whats the weirdest thing you've ever done?
Dick: I once fed myself cereal with my feet while doing a handstand on a chair.
Danny: That's amazing! Your flexibility and hand eye coronation is out of this world!
Dick: Aw thanks. What's the weirdest thing you've ever done?
Danny: Rescued my city from a death realm and fought an evil tyrannical immortal ghost king one-on-one.
Dick: What?
Danny, realizing he was too honest: I mean, I killed a man once.
Dick: WHAT?
Danny realizing that was too honest too: I mean the man I killed was myself, but don't worry, I brought myself back.
Dick: ....what?
Danny nervous: Anyway this has been fun! I'll tell Sam that we didnt work out and I can see you plan to never see or speak to me again so I'll save you the trouble. Byeeeeee!
Dick watching Danny run: Was that a excuse to get out of our date or was he being for real?
Dick texting Babs: Can you send me a ride from the house of that guy you set me up with?
Babs: ohhh~ was the date that good?
Dick: No I'm breaking and entering to see if he's dead.
Babs: ....Did you get stood up, or are you being literal?
Dick: The second one
Babs: Why are our dating lives like this? I even screened him. He was clear. He was normal, he was-oh. Yeah, no, there was an incident when he was 14. He legally died for like ten minutes but I guess he only came back partically? My bad.
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i will also add that adobe 2014 is a great iteration and as an industry pro, I've been using it since it came out and still going. You know the way... 🏴☠️🏴☠️🏴☠️
Does anyone know that one tumbler post about Danny phantom traveling into the actual Detective comics but it's early Batman and he has to play by the narrative or he'll get erased. So he becomes a minor villain, then escapes the comic.
I feel like this is the kind of thing you only reblog if you have an aesthetic blog, which I do not, but goddammit I just love it when the moon lines up with stuff
Gotta say, when you grow up, red and disgusting flags in anime and manga become a lot more apparent. Didn't realise that was the case since I haven't watched an anime in a few years. I feel very sorry for my younger self that thought these kind of things were romantic/cute. Ugh
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The Phantom Menace is the best movie ever because the entire premise is essentially “Amazon has obtained its own private army and now two future samurai have to stop it from forcing Natalie Portman’s planet to use its services by cutting through Jeff Bezos’s army of robots and attempting to convince Congress to do something about it SPOILER WARNING Congress doesn’t do jack so Natalie Portman has to take matters into her own hands also the day is saved by a redneck kid the samurai picked up when the car broke down”.
I took part in the Demon Twins Who Wrote That game over on the Haunting Heroes DPxDC server and author reveals were today. So now I can finally post the fic I wrote for it!
No Place Left to Hide
Danny is on the run. He wants nothing more than to see his family, but they're out of his reach at the moment.
Then he sees a magazine article and accompanying photo of Damian Wayne. His long-lost twin brother.
Maybe he does have some family he can check on. Just to spy from a distance, of course. Getting too close would only make his situation worse. But when he gets caught in the halls of Gotham Academy, he might not have a choice in the matter.
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Word Count: 3.1k
Rating: T
Warning: a trans Danny mentions his deadname to Damian
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Danny stared down at Gotham Academy. Damian was just inside those walls. All he’d have to do was go intangible and he’d be able to see his twin for the first time in eight years. The thought made his core ache, a throbbing that echoed in his still-healing injuries.
He was descending before ever consciously making the choice to actually see his brother.
It was stupid. What if Damian caught him? Told Talia, or worse, Ra’s? Then it wouldn’t just be the Fentons and the GIW after him, but also the League of Assassins. And he was already injured.
But he had to see. He hadn’t seen Damian in years. Had lived half his life without his twin at this point.
He should leave. He shouldn’t be here at all.
A moment later, he’d phased through the roof and floated invisibly in the middle of a locker-lined hallway. He allowed gravity to once more take control of him and his feet settled on the linoleum floor.
Now, to find Damian. Just to see him, make sure he was safe. The rest of his family were out of his reach; the GIW was monitoring them too closely for Danny to risk visiting. Or even just check in from a distance. And Danny’s core was demanding he check on his loved ones.
He’d been debating risking a visit to them regardless of the risk when he saw the magazine article: Wayne Boy Volunteers at Animal Shelter. The attached picture brought a smile to Danny’s face. One of the few genuine smiles he’d worn since being forced on the run. In it, Damian was glaring at the camera, but his arms were gentle as he cradled a puppy. Behind him stood Bruce Wayne, grinning widely. In the article, Bruce talked about how proud he was of his youngest son and his big heart. Back when they’d been with the League, Danny had been the only one to know of Damian’s gentleness.
Reading the article, seeing the picture had healed something in Danny. Damian had gotten out. Something he’d thought impossible when he left half a lifetime ago.
And now he was here to confirm it. To check on the twin he’d left behind. Make sure he was healthy and safe and happy. He’d never seen Damian be any of those things before. Not beyond fleeting moments carved out in secret.
Though… He looked around the empty hallway and bit his lip. The school was huge and he had no idea what Damian’s schedule looked like. Where should he even start?
Footsteps echoed down the hall and Danny instinctively moved to the side to let whomever it was pass.
Only to feel a hand grip his shoulder.
Danny just barely kept himself from twisting and throwing a punch at the person. He wasn’t able stop himself from jumping a foot in the air, though. And if he hung in the air a bit longer than gravity should’ve allowed, well, Danny could only hope the person gripping his arm didn’t notice.
“Wayne, why are you in the hallways out of uniform rather than in your class?”
Danny blinked in surprise. “What?” he asked. This guy couldn’t actually have mistaken him for Damian, could he have? They weren’t identical twins. They didn’t even have the same skin tone!
Though Danny did suppose he’d gotten more tanned lately. Being on the run meant he was spending much more time outside than normal and he always did tan pretty well, one thing to thank Talia for he supposed.
The hall monitor rolled his eyes. “Where are you supposed to be right now?”
Danny opened his mouth, then shut it again. Should he disappear? But what if the teacher reported it? Would the GIW come to investigate? Would Damian, growing up around Lazarus pits, ping on their sensors?
He stayed put and he stayed silent.
The teacher sniffed and pulled out his phone. After tapping a bit, he announced, “History with Mr. Binder. I’ll accompany you back and we will be contacting your father about this behavior.”
He grabbed Danny’s shoulder again and marched him through the hallways. Danny allowed it, not sure what else to do. And still so desperate to see his brother.
When they reached what must be Damian’s classroom, the man knocked once, then pushed the door open.
“Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Binder. But I found one of your students wandering the hallways.”
Danny had barely glanced inside the classroom when his eyes fell on Damian. Everything else fell away. He didn’t see the other kids, didn’t hear Mr. Binder’s response. All he could see was Damian.
Even sitting, it was clear Damian was taller than Danny. His hair was shorter, his muscles more defined. And he was holding his pencil like it was a dagger he was going to throw through Danny’s throat.
Danny grinned and, speaking a language he’d barely used in eight years, said, “It’s been a long time, brother.”
Damian’s eyes narrowed further, but he kept his posture relaxed. Except for his grip on his pencil. “You’re no brother of mine. Who are you?” asked Damian, also in Arabic.
Danny clutched his hands to his chest. “How could you not remember me?” he wailed. But he couldn’t keep up the feigned offense for more than a second and grinned. “Though, I suppose you did used to call me sister. A lot’s changed in eight years, brother. Liat died in the league; I go by Danny now.”
At Danny’s mention of his deadname, the pencil fell from Damian’s hands. The sound of it hitting the floor was loud in the otherwise silent room. But when Damian spoke, his voice was steady. “Prove it.”
Danny inclined his head in a mock bow. “If you insist,” he said, switching to English. “The sun did not shine, it was too wet to play. So we sat in the house, all that cold, cold, wet day.”
Damian stood, sending his chair tumbling to the floor. “Enough!”
Danny obediently stopped reciting and grinned at Damian.
Damian hated The Cat in the Hat. Danny had heard it when he’d been sent to a daycare on one of his first missions to slip a child a mild poison that’d leave her sick for a few days and a letter for her father, a man who’d been planning to betray the league.
Danny had fallen in love. He’d smuggled the book out with him when he’d finished his task. The idea of a cat in a hat coming to the league and causing a bit of destruction helped him withstand the endless trainings and trials. Besides, their grandfather and mother deserved it. And Damian just didn’t see.
Though now Danny realized that was because Damian had never been allowed to glimpse what life could be outside the League. Danny, on the other hand, had been trained in spying and infiltration. Which meant he had to understand how kids his age worked and thought and acted. So he had to be around them with some regularity.
What he’d learned was that he wanted their lives, not his own. A lesson he tried, and failed, to teach Damian.
Before either Damian or Danny could think of something to say to each other, the History teacher cleared his throat. “Damian, what is going on here?”
Damian immediately stood to attention, just as Talia had taught him. “I apologize for the intrusion. My… brother came for an unexpected visit. May we be excused to the office so I can call my father?”
“I wasn’t aware you had another sibling your age,” said the teacher with a raised eyebrow.
“He’s from my mother’s side,” said Damian.
Danny hummed. True enough, he supposed. They did share a biological mother. Even if Danny refused to ever acknowledge her as such ever again.
He really didn’t have much luck with mother figures, did he? Maddie had turned out to be just as bad as Talia.
In the end, the teacher really didn’t have a choice but to let them go. Though the hall monitor who had caught Danny insisted on accompanying them all the way to the office despite Damian’s protests that he knew the way.
Danny hid a scowl at the situation. He’d had no intentions of meeting Bruce Wayne and now it looked like he’d either have to reveal his powers and run or meet his biological father. His core ached at the thought of leaving Damian, though. And he couldn’t risk letting Ra’s or Talia find out about his powers.
He ignored the longing he felt at the potential for a true family, for a father who loved him unconditionally. He was zero for three on parental figures. No way was he going to try for a fourth.
“How are you here?” asked Damian in Arabic as they walked.
Danny shrugged and answered in the same language. “Didn’t have anywhere else to be. Saw you in a magazine and figured I’d check in.”
“In a—” Damian cut off with a noise of frustration. “I thought you were dead. Did Mother put you in a pit?”
“As far as I’m aware, both Talia and Ra’s are also under the impression I am dead-dead. Though now that we’ve had contact, I don’t suppose that will last much longer.”
“How did you survive?” demanded Damian.
Danny stared ahead and bit his lip. After a moment, he said, “I did try and take you with me, you know. You were the only thing I regretted leaving behind.”
The resulting silence lasted until they reached the front office. Danny didn’t know how to break it.
They were instructed to sit in plush seats facing the office staff where they could be observed as Damian spoke to their his dad.
Damian pulled out his phone, but before he dialed, asked, “How did you get caught? Have you forgotten all your training?”
Danny didn’t bother to try and hide his blush. He’d been relying on his powers and must’ve let his invisibility drop by mistake. It was just…he’d been on the run for almost two months now. He was hungry and tired and in pain. If Jazz knew, she’d scold him for neglecting himself. He should’ve expected something like this would happen the moment he got distracted.
But how to explain that without explaining everything? “The last few months have been hard,” he settled on. “Due to certain circumstances, I am no longer welcome at the place I’ve called home the last few years and had to leave suddenly. Thus, I am not currently at optimal physical health. I grew careless.”
Damian frowned and looked down at his phone. Rather than answer, he opened his contacts and dialed the one labeled “Father.”
Danny probably should be more cautious. He probably shouldn’t trust Damian. But this was his brother. The only good thing from his early childhood.
And he was so, so tired.
Danny let himself slump against Damian’s side. Damian tensed for just a moment before he relaxed.
“Hello, Father,” said Damian into the phone.
Danny let his eyes drift shut as he listened to Damian’s side of the conversation.
“No. I am well. But there’s been a situation.”
Danny snorted at that description, and Damian pinched his thigh.
“It is not something I can explain over the phone, but I need to be picked up from school. Immediately.”
Bruce Wayne’s voice was just indistinct enough that Danny had a hard time understanding it, though he could hear the worry in it.
“It is a family matter. You will wish to be here quickly as there is a strong possibility we will not have the chance again.”
“Think I’m that good, do you?” huffed Danny under his breath. Damian just pinched him again with a tut.
“Could you stop and pick up a smoothie on your way in? With extra protein powder?”
Danny’s breath caught. Was Damian asking on his behalf? It’d been so long since he’d been around Jazz or his friends. He hadn’t had anyone look out for his wellbeing in months.
He screwed his eyes tight against the burning and focused on keeping his breathing steady.
The rest of Damian’s conversation consisted of stilted goodbyes and promises of explanations once they got home.
Despite his apprehension at meeting Bruce, sitting in a comfortable chair leaning against his brother after months of being on edge was enough for him to slip into a shallow doze. Damian would keep him safe. Whatever disagreements they’d had as children, that had been a constant. Danny was vaguely aware of the office staff talking and making noises. Damian’s shoulder shifted slightly as he did something on his phone. But Danny was more asleep than awake.
Until Damian tensed and shrugged his shoulder. “Father’s here,” he whispered in Arabic.
Danny was instantly awake, though he kept his posture relaxed. Bruce Wayne was someone who had attracted the attention of Talia al Ghul. Whatever face he presented to the public had to be a lie, and Danny didn’t know what to expect from him.
One thing Danny did know, though, was that he refused to go back to who he’d been with the league. The formality was so exhausting. And his very core rebelled at the thought of going back to a life of violence and suffering. He’d left to be a regular American kid, and that was what Bruce Wayne would meet.
Maybe his second death made that life impossible, but while he still had breath in his lungs and a heart that beat, he was going to cling to the dream.
So, rather than follow Damian’s lead and sit up straight and formal, Danny stretched his arms up and yawned loudly. “Ope, sorry for falling asleep there on you Dami,” he said in his strongest Midwestern accent.
Damian shot him a look, but didn’t respond. Still, when he stood, he offered a hand to Danny to help him up as well.
Danny grinned as he took it. Then he took a fortifying breath and turned to face Bruce Wayne, his biological father.
Bruce stared at him, face blank. His eyes lingered on where Danny still clasped Damian’s hand. To his disappointment, Damian let go at the look.
The stern look only lasted seconds before Bruce smiled broadly and his body language became relaxed and open. “You must be a friend of Damian’s! I take it this is for you?” He held out the smoothie for Danny.
Danny hesitated. His stomach ached with hunger, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. This was his biological father.
Damian misunderstood his hesitation and grabbed the smoothie himself. He took a deep swallow and in Arabic said, “It is safe, brother.”
If Danny hadn’t been staring so intently at Bruce, he would’ve missed the small twitch the man made at the word “brother.”
Danny grabbed the smoothie and took a long drink. He couldn’t stop the quiet sigh at the taste. It was the best thing he’d had in weeks. “So, what’s the plan?”
“I’m parked right out front! Let me just sign you both out and we can be on our way.”
“Oh, you just have to sign out Damian. I’m not a student.”
“Well, I suppose that explains the lack of a uniform! How do you know my Damian, then?”
“Father,” hissed Damian. In Arabic he said, “I will explain what I can in the car as I promised.”
Danny just took another sip of his smoothie and remained silent.
Bruce’s eyes flicked to Danny, gaze sharp. But he remained relaxed and ruffled Damian’s hair. “Of course, of course.”
Damian glared at him as he smoothed his hair back down.
Bruce laughed with the office staff and signed the requisite paperwork, then the three were making their way outside.
The car out front was a fancy sports car. Danny hesitated a moment before entering. He glanced down in both directions, but knew a school like this would have too many cameras to hide from.
And now that he had Damian in front of him, he was certain his core would protest if he tried to leave.
Damian made a sharp gesture to him, ordering him into the car. Danny slid in. The door shut behind him. He gripped his smoothie with both hands to mask their shaking and took another sip.
“Father,” started Damian. “This is…” he broke off.
“Yes?” prompted Bruce after a moment.
“This is my twin brother, Danny. Your other biological son.”
Bruce froze. Danny didn’t even think he was breathing. One hand rested on the gear stick where he’d been planning to put the car in drive, the other dug into his own leg.
“What.” Bruce’s voice was hard and flat, not a hint of the jovial man from the office.
“In his defense,” said Danny. “He thought I was his twin sister. And that I was dead.”
Bruce’s eyes closed and he took several deep breaths. “Your name is Danny?”
“Yep.” Danny popped the p. “Chose it myself six years ago.”
“It’s…a good name.”
“Thanks! It was my dad’s dad’s name.”
“Your dad?” asked Bruce.
Danny hummed. “Yeah. Got myself adopted after I ran away from Talia and Ra’s. But that living situation fell through a few months ago.” Which, really, understatement of the century, but Danny wasn’t going to go into it. “So I had to leave. Thought I’d check up on Damian. Mind if I come over to visit after Damian gets out of school for the next few days? I’ve got a hotel room lined up in the city,” he lied. Squatting was way easier when you were half-ghost.
Damian broke in at that. “You will be staying with us, not in some hotel,” he spat the last word. “And not just for a few days. Live with us.”
“Can’t stay more than a few days, I’m afraid.” The GIW or his parents would definitely find him if he did. “But if no one minds, I won’t turn down a room if you’ve got a spare.”
“Father’s house is large,” said Damian. “There are plenty of spare rooms.”
“Damian is right,” said Bruce. “I insist you stay with us. We can discuss more over lunch when we’re comfortable.”
Danny shrugged. “If you insist.” He’d disappear, of course. Too risky to stay and lead the GIW to Damian when he still wasn’t sure of the connection between ectoplasm and the Lazarus pits.
Bruce let out a long sigh and put the car in gear. “I do,” was all he said.
Danny watched the scenery go by, pretending not to notice the two pairs of eyes glued to him.
After several long minutes of uncomfortable silence, Bruce spoke again. “I am glad to meet you, Danny. I’m happy you came to Gotham.”
Danny hummed. He supposed time would tell if any of them would come to regret it.
The GIW knows Amity Park is a huge fraud. The “most haunted city in the US”, really? They’ve been checking the place out for decades with nary a peep aside from that couple of crazy scientists that moved into town around twenty years prior.
Because of this, the town became a punishment duty. One of their agents causes trouble? They get put in time out and sent to work for a while in Amity Park. Let those idiots chase after pointless rumors while the actually competent agents work with the more important ghosts. The reports back from the town get barely more than a cursory glance before getting tossed in the shredder.
…Which really came back to bite them when ghosts did actually start to show up, and they didn’t realize until after the Amity Park branch had royally screwed up the situation.
Fuck, they really hope this doesn’t start a war.
Optional DPxDC addition: they call in the Justice League Dark for help with negotiation and taking down their rogue members
This was it. Today was the day. Today, Evan Stewart was going to organize the GIW archives so that old files could finally be dug up through their very rational and navigable system.
That’s not a normal thing to do, Stewart. No one cares about the file room, Stewart. Get back to analyzing the anomalies in the tri-state area, Stewart. Well, to hell with the naysayers! The file system needed to be organized and Evan was going to do it.
…Okay, but it was really boring. Evan had been working on nothing else for almost five hours now, and his eyes were starting to cross from sorting out all the dates and locations. Even the fact that they were all cool reports of things like Mothman sightings and agitated spirits could only do so much to ease the endless stream of sequential numbers.
He found a breath of relief when he accidentally dug up the Amity Park box and snickered to himself. This should be good; the gossamer-thin veil between Amity Park and the spirit realm meant that the area needed to be monitored, but nothing interesting there had happened. Ever. Not once since the GIW had first been founded in the 50’s. So the place had been relegated to a sort of punishment duty, the GIW equivalent to weeks-long stakeouts with little guarantee of payoff. The reports were usually filed without being read.
Evan settled in to read a long series of resentful reports from disciplined agents being sent on wild goose chases, smirking to himself. The smirk didn’t last three reports.
Twenty minutes later, Evan picked up the whole box and ran to the analytics department, sweating bullets.
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“So this is the situation,” Juno began, doing her best to appear unruffled, despite the fact that they were in an emergency meeting almost two hours after the workday should’ve been over. “Twenty-four years ago, Dr. Jack Fenton and Dr. Madeline Fenton theorize that the spirit realm could be reached through a man-made portal. Their prototype explodes in their lab partner’s face. We laugh at them and forget about it.” She paused, glancing across the room. No one was laughing now. “Four years ago, they managed it.”
Juno had worked for the GIW for more than forty years. She’d been the head of the analytics department for almost twenty, working as the communications hub between research, spiritual relations, and security. She thought she’d seen it all by now. The situation at Amity Park? Was like nothing she’d even imagined.
“How the f-” Byron caught the boss’ eye and stopped himself. “How?”
“That’s not the main problem right now,” Juno said. The research department would be looking into it, of course, but there were more immediate concerns. “Obviously, with a permanent portal open between the human world and the spirit realm, all hell broke loose, literally. There are ghost attacks, plural, every day.”
“How many fatalities?” Paul asked, leaning back in his seat with a grim look. As head of security, he’d probably seen his fair share of agitated ghosts, and some of them could get nasty.
Individual spirits could usually be appeased without too much trouble, contained if necessary, but a flood of spirits straight from the spirit realm? Even a well-staffed branch like New Orleans or San Francisco would struggle. Amity Park had a skeleton crew.
“So far? None,” Juno said. She folded her arms behind her back with a sigh. “By some miracle, the actual grace of God, I assume, a guardian spirit took up a post there very early on. Judging from the descriptions, he’s newly dead, five years at most, and it must have been brutal, because he’s keeping everything in check almost single-handedly and despite the interference of amateur ghost hunters. The… poor quality of the information is making it difficult to discern what his exact criteria are, but our leading theory suggests that he’s a peacekeeper of some kind.”
Meaning he wanted everyone to be safe, which was a godsend in the current situation. Most guardian spirits weren’t so forgiving, even if they tended to be more morally driven than other ghosts.
Leon, the GIW head, sighed and rubbed his forehead. He was the only one there who’d been on board longer than Juno, going from research to security to analytics before finally settling into a leadership role. He’d been the one to establish deescalation as the primary protocol of the GIW. “And dare I ask what the Amity branch was doing during all this?”
“I’m so glad you did!” Juno chirped, a vein pulsing in her temple. “They’re among the amateur ghost hunters shooting at the guardian spirit. They’ve decided to detain him for experimentation and execution. For some fucking reason.”
She allowed them all a minute to absorb that. Several heads went ‘thunk’ on the tables. Some composure had apparently been lost as they transitioned to overtime.
“What course of action do you recommend, Agent J?” Leon asked tiredly. They’d worked together for long enough that he trusted her judgment.
“We need to send a new, competent team out to Amity Park,” Juno said. “I’ll have some recommendations on your desk by tomorrow afternoon. I suggest only transferring in agents with excellent spiritual relations skills, and as few combat agents as we can get away with. Trust me, if half the reports are true, that guardian spirit doesn’t need any help on that front, and he’ll only feel threatened by them. We’ll need to do a full internal review of the Amity base staff, but most likely the whole branch will have to go. After that, we need to speak with the Fentons and the Red Huntress, as well as the guardian spirit that now essentially owns Amity Park. This situation needs to be deescalated yesterday. And Agent Lambda?”
Leon raised an eyebrow, and Juno took a deep breath.
“The guardian spirit is a child ghost. They need to be careful with him.” They might not be any physical threat to a ghost of his described power, but ghosts were sensitive at the best of times, and this one had been through a lot in a relatively short amount of time.
Oh, God. Actually competent people are coming and they know what they are doing.
Danny will be annoyed when he first sees more people in white suits at first, "Great, more clean freaks after my head." But I think he'll start to be a lot more nervous when he sees that they are actually a lot more competent. It could even be shown like this:
Phantom is chasing a ghost, maybe it's the Ectopus or one of his regular rogues, or something, and his target gets captured by the new GIW. It was done swiftly and cleanly. He is now terrified for:
a) The captured Ghost
b) Himself
Cause oh Ancients, that's very bad.
His team and him could go on the whole extraction mission for that Ghost after and even succeed, all the while the agents are trying to get the young protector to stop for a second and talk. Nope, not listening to you all!
All agents see is that while capturing a Ghost to lure the protector works, the damage to their machines that happens when the protector is trying to save someone is not worth the risk. Some of them now have to go and be decontaminated due to ectoplasm being everywhere.
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On a separate note, I think they'd help Valerie. Her family suffered from Ghosts a lot and that's why Vlad was able to take advantage of her. They could do something about the financial side or even employment.
Vlad... idk yet. They definitely, at some point, see a very malicious and strong Ghost that keeps bothering the protector and would probably try and help the young one. Maybe they learn that he is still half alive in the process and are floored. Like, what do you do in this situation???
Or! Or!
Vlad could get caught, get detransformed, reveal that he is a halfa (but in a "I'm the victim, help, that Ghost Boy is the mean one blah blah blah" way) and they just don't buy it. Tf you mean? We saw what you do, the Boy is using self defence most of the time, while you, Mr. Vlad, are in some hot water now.
