~Living day to day in my constanty re-written daydream world~Genderflux, just pick a gender I honestly don't care~Pansexual and Aromantic~24 years and still unsure how to adult
Hi! I'm Arson, and I like writing ficsâmostly about the Batfamily, Danny Phantom, and a lot of ships. I've written a few series at this point, which is why I'm making this Masterpost! (FYI this is my first time doing this, so it might be a little wonky)
Best Manâan A/B/O Dp x dc Dead Serious fic
Part 1 Part 2
Next-to-last of our speciesâA dp x dc fic based on this prompt
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
FoundâA rejected Brain Dead soulmate au with a Dead Serious twist
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
The Spirits of Amity ParkâA Pitch Pearl dp x dc au with a demon siblings twist, featuring Dihyat 'Phantom' Al Ghul
Part 1 Part 2
The Lazarus KingâThe King of the Infinite Realms, Lazarus, adopts Damian Wayne. Future Damian/Raven. Description on the first chapter
After 3, nearly 4 years of not updating this fic, it's back!! or rather, I'm doing a full rewrite of what I already had, and continuing on from there because it was. not so good. I only realized after I did it that deleting chapters gets rid of the attached comments, so I'm so sorry to everyone whose comments I accidentally deleted!! I've been getting the occasional commenter asking for an update on this work even now, so I hope this better-written version can live up to the love y'all showed for the original <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Anyone who still remembers this fic after so long gets a kiss on the forehead btw
Danny is in Gotham for college, and during finals month the Joker goes on a spree. After the Joker breaks out of Arkham for the THIRD time Danny in a fit of sleep deprived pique does a bit of research, breaks into Arkham, and swaps prisoner transfers so that the Joker is taken to a prison out of state.
Itâs only after finals are over, and he has slept for two days, that he calls Tucker to check on his half brained plan, to find out it worked? Somehow it worked. The Joker is now at a different prison where he has no corrupted guards etc to help him breakout and is now stuck there.
The bats only find this out when their paranoia of âwhy hasnât the Joker broken out yet?â kicks in.
Danny: *minding his buisness in the mall, and sipping on a cup of ectoplasm*
M'ari, walks up to him curiously: What are you drinking?
Danny, taken off gaurd by the random child: Uhh...
Mar'i: Because it kinda looks like Uncle Jason's blood. Are you a vampire?
Danny: Yes.
Mar'i: Oh. Did you get permission to drink that blood? If not that means you're a bad guy.
Danny: I got permission, only weird fruitloops don't get permission.
Mar'i, nods seriously: That's good, cause then I'd have had to beat you up. And I like your star hoodie, and I wouldn't want to accidentally ruin it.
Danny: You a hero then?
Mar'i: No, Daddy and Mommy are heros though, and that means I'll be a hero one day too.
Danny: Got your whole life figured out huh kid?
Mar'i: *proudly nods*
Danny: So where are-
Mar'i: Is your skin sparkly because you're a vampire?
Danny: Sparkly?
Mar'i: Yeah! It looks like snow when its in the morning and its all glittery.
Danny, snorts: No thats because I have use ice powers.
Mar'i: Really?!
Danny: *crouches down and puts his drink down. He holds out his palm, and it starts glowing blue before a glittering blue ice sculpture in the shape if a star materializes in his hand, followed by small ice droplets that turned it into a necklace.*
Mar'i: Pretty!
Danny: Tell ya what, you tell me how to contact your parents to come get you, and you can have it.
Mar'i: I know Daddy's phone number!
Danny: That'll work.
*one phone call with a panicked father later*
Dick: Mar'i!
Mar'ii: Hi Daddy! Look the Mall Vampire made me a necklace! Hey will it melt?
Danny: Not unless I will it to kid.
Dick: You scared the stars out of me Princess! I turned around and you were just gone! You can't do that!
Mar'i: But I was bored, and you walk away from Uncle Tim when you're bored.
Dick: Ah well thats different-
Danny: *snorts but tries to cover it by taking a sip of his drink*
Dick: Thank you for holding her attention long enough to contact me.
Mar'i: The Mall Vampire is cool! He knows more about the stars and planets than Mommy does.
Dick: Mall Vampire?
Danny: *smiles at him, showing off his sharper canines*
Dick, pales: Right! Well Granpa is waiting for us Mar'i! Thanks for the help sir, goodbye.
Mar'i: By Mr. Mall Vampire. *waves excitedly over Dick's back*
Danny: *lazily waves back*
Bonus
???: Sorry I'm late I was- why do you have that look on your face?
Danny: What look?
???: The look that means "I know something others don't know and its going to be hilarious".
Danny: Its nothing bad, just had an interesting conversation with a really eccentric kid is all. It was funny, in hindsight.
???: Uhuh, sure. *squints suspiciously at him*
Danny: Anyway, forget about that, let's get the supplies I need before we go to dinner.
*3 Hours Later*
Tim: Why is Mar'i running around talking about a Mall Vampire?
Kori: Dick lost her in the mall earlier today, and the person who found her was humoring her questions.
Tim: And Dick is freaking out because...?
Kori, huffing: The man was "extremely pale with glittery skin and dark hair" and he just happened to have sharp teeth, so Dick's freaking out about it.
Tim: Seriously?
Kori, fondly: Honestly, that man.
Barbra: Hey guys, sorry for arrivaving late, it took a while to find the right paint-
Mar'i, squeals: Mall Vampire!
Danny: Hey kid.
Barbra: What?
Danny: This is the eccentric kid I told you about.
Barbra: Oh. Well uh, this is Danny, the cousin I told you abour. He's only in Gotham for a few months for a few art shows hes particpating in, so he's going to be staying with me.
Dick, paling: What?
Danny: Sorry for any inconvenience I might cause, but I look forward to getting to know you all. *smiles 'innocently', showing off his sharp teeth once more*
Danny has never hated a word before. He's hated a lot of things in his life: Vlad, The GIW, the way artafical sweetener tastes. But a word? Seems kinda dumb.
And yet, there is one word he hates. A word that if Danny had the power to, he would blot out of existence.
Because every time this word comes up, every time it's uttered -be it in lighthearted jest or in insult- it makes his boyfriend's eyes go a little hollow. Makes his shoulders tense, just the slightest bit.
Demon.
Danny has never hated a word so much in his undead life.
No one else seemed to notice that this word bothered Damian. His family and friends have been calling him some iteration of the word since he arrived at the manor. To most of them it feels like an inside joke they have with Damian, a fond shared rememberance of the past.
But to Damian, that word is a reminder of everything he hates about himself. Everything he wished he could eradicate about who he is, and how he was raised. It's a reminder that no matter how hard he tries -to be better, be good- he will never be anything more than a monsterous creature pretending to be human.
It was the hatred of this word that led Danny to doing something that he he still considers to be his crowning achivement to this day.
Damian is a simple man, he's not overly flowery with his words or petnames. When he wants to get Danny's attantion, he calls his name. If he wants to be affectionate, he tells Danny that he's kind, or beautiful or strong. When he's angry or annoyed he calls him "Daniel".
Danny, on the other hand, loves petnames. He's called Damian almost every petname under the sun. : Baby, honey, Darling, Love, Babypop, sugerplum, cuddly muffin cakes, the list goes on.
But there is one name he's never called Damian. A petname that was actually pretty common, Danny just hadn't gotten to it yet.
And so one bright morning Danny strut his way into Wayne Manor and looked at his boyfriend with a wide smile and said, "Hey, Angel."
And watched transfixed, as his sturn and serious boyfriend stared at him with wide eyes... and blushed as red as a fire engine.
Damian: Father, doesn't Ace look a bit scruffy? Perhaps I should take him to-
Bruce: We took Ace to the groomers two days ago.
Damian, scowling: Then maybe-
Alfred: Titus and Alfred were also taken last week.
Damian: Richard-
Dick: I'm not letting you take Haley to the groomers so you can oggle the new guy. She went last week.
Duke: Why don't you just go up to him and have a normal conversation?
Tim: Because Daniel is so "pretty" Damian looses all ability to speak- Ack! Hey you almost hit me!
Damian: Tsk I missed.
Dick: Yet you didn't deny it.
Damian: *glares down at his hands*
Tim, sighing: Fine, I'll help you out this one time. You and I both have friends that happen to have a certain white kind of canine in common.
Damian: *perks up*
----2 Hours Later----
Damian: *walks into the grooming Salon with a tight grip on a wagging Krypto. he looks around the salon and watches Danny through the window where hes finishing up a groom*
Danny, covered in fluff as he talks to a Husky: Look how much better you look now! Such a handsome boy huh?
Husky, wagging: Awooo!
Coworker, smirking: Danny, your new regular is here.
Danny: *perks up and looks out the window before waving at Damian. After putting the Husky up, he walks out* Hey Damian, another referral?
Damina: Uuh yeah- Yes! This is Krypto, he is owned by my friend's cousin, but no groomers around them will accept Krypto.
Danny: Why not? He's seems like such a sweet dog! *crouched down and Krypto happily pounces on him, sending them to the floor* Bit stronger than most other Labrador, huh?
Damian: Ah, yes he's a Meta Animal so..
Danny: Say no more! We'll give it a shot! *easily pushes Krypto off of him and stands up* You gonna stick around to watch?
Damian, instantly: Yes! *clears throat* Please.
Danny, laughing as he takes Krypto's leash: With how enthusiastic you are, you should come here to apprentice as a groomer. I would be happy to show you the ropes myself. *pulls Krypto away from another dog effortlessly*
Damian, swallowing: yes please...
----3 hours later----
Bruce: So, how was Daniel~
Damian: He handled Krypto with ease, and offered to train me.
Bruce, looking up: You are a medical student?
Damian: I am aware, so instead, on weekends I shall double as a dog grooming assistant.
Bruce: ...You can't be serious?
Damian: Daniel Fenton is really pretty, and really, really strong.
Alfred, sighing: Every generation. *takes a drink of something that definitely isn't tea*
#alfred is sick of pining waynes#danny effortlessly being able to hold out against krypto's super strength as he fights against the nail grinder#Damian drooling every time danny's muscles flex#danny also does free grooming for shelters and serious cases and damian is so attracted to that love and compassion
A college age Dead Serious prompt where Talia finds out Damian is dating Danny and goes all Mama mode and kidnaps Danny to... talk with him.
Damian of course panics (in a Damian way) and goes to save his Beloved from his mother only to find them having tea (Danny's is poisoned but hey, he's a powerful halfa and can take some poison as long as its not Blood Blossoms) and discussing Danny's current college classes and how Damian was excelling in his.
Damian is stunned at how they are with each other before Danny walks over, kisses Damian on the cheek and says "See you tomorrow Polaris, I have early classes in the morning." And leaves.
Damian asks his mother and all she does is smiles satisfied before saying "His love for you is the killing kind. Perfect for you. That is enough for me to approve of him."
Damian doesnt seem to get it until he is about to be killed and as he thinks of his family and beloved in his last moments, the very fabric of reality rips opens and an eldritch beast of stars, galaxies, and cold winter winds lunges out to destory Damian's would be executioner without hesitation, it isn't until he watches the beast shrink and shift into a human form that he finally understands his mother's words and her approval.
#Talia kidnapped Danny to kill or scare him away from her son#only to get full eldritch/ghost king/powerful halfa Danny#who point blank tells her he loves Damian very much#and will kill anyone who gets in the way of their happiness#but adds if Damian willing breaks up with him than thats okay#he loves Damian but respects him enough to let him go#Danny is a bit possessive over his relationship with Damian#Damian feels the same since hes liminal but not as much as Danny whose a halfa#Talia approves because the love Danny has is the killing kind#meaning her son is protected by something powerful#who tried to kill Damian i leave in the open#Damian btw really likes Danny's eldritch form btw#hes an al ghul. of course he does
he bounces around from universe to universe making graves for the dead and putting them to rest. hes not king in this, he just knows how it feels to be without a place to put his bones
danny, of course, carries his own with him, so he is, essentially, his own grave, and its... unsettling. gives him the ghost version of adhd, makes it impossible to take 'settle down.'
and he could technically solve that with a headstone but... well. graves are supposed to be made FOR you. even if youre paying someone or the government is putting you in an incinerator or whatever else is arranged by your family, its supposed to be a mark of affection, of belonging.
Danny died but nobody noticed. Danny left home and nobody cared. Danny left the UNIVERSE, and nobody looked for him.
they call, yeah, and theyre all friends still, but some part of danny feels so distant. he loves his family. he loves his friends. but sometimes he cant help but wonder how much easier their lives are without him. how much safer. if they ever think back on their wild high school years and feel relief that hes not around to mess things up anymore.
so he keeps moving, long beyond the time it starts to feel like running.
and he carves and carves and carves
An Angela here, a Jeoffery there. A Dua and a Haoyu and a Peter. A Zitkala and an Assol and an Ahsan. A Kleio and a Fabian and a Bluebell and so many more he can't remember them all.
It takes longer than he wishes it had for him to start writing their names down in a little book he tucks close to his heart.
He goes to mass graves that makes his stomach roll and his ears ring from how many voices cry out to him, and spends weeks carving name after name into rocks he digs up and places like sentinels around every sliver of bone.
He goes to cities and engraves plaques and nails them to brick walls.
He finds himself in ruins and plains and icy cracks and the bottom of the sea.
His markers won't last forever, he knows. But they don't need to. The dead are, in many ways, similar to the living. They want to be heard, known, cherished. It doesn't matter if it's for a lifetime or a moment.
Danny can give them that moment. For many, it's enough to settle their clamoring and usher them gently on. So Danny keeps doing it, because it feels good, offering people this measure of peace. It feels good, to help without fighting.
eventually, he makes his way to a city called Gotham. He finds many, many unknown dead there. Restless dead. Violent dead.
If there is one thing that Damian is afraid of, it's his mother and grandfather going after Danny.
Danny is one of the few normal people Damian has ever met that he actually likes to spend time with. And one of the only ones that can stand to spend time with him.
They've only been dating for a few months but already Damian knows that he loves Danny. He just hasn't gotten up the courage to explain the whole... Former assassin thing. Or the son of Batman thing. Or being Robin. Or that he maybe doesn't want to be Robin anymore...
He has talked to him about med school though. Damian thinks he deserves some points for that.
Needless to say, Damian knows that he's hiding a huge part of his life from Danny. And the longer he goes without telling him, the more likely it is to blow up in his face.
So one night Damian asks Danny to come over to the Manor and have dinner with him. He asked Alfred to help him make dinner for Danny as a way of hopefully smoothing over what he was about to tell him.
But Danny never shows. And he doesn't answer his phone when Damian tries to call him.
Immediately Damian is panicking. Even when they fight they never go no contact. Gotham is a dangerous city, they promised each other that they would always respond to a text or call no matter how angry they were with each other.
Instantly Damian suspects the al Ghuls.
And he's correct. Talia wasn't sure exactly what to make of Damian's paramour. He's quite handsome, with ice blue eyes and unruly black hair. His fashion choices could use a bit of work, but she can see why her son might be drawn to the young man.
But what perplexes her is that she has very theatrically kidnapped him... And he seems completely unbothered by this fact.
They are sitting together at a small table with tea and biscuits surrounded by league assassins and the boy is happily munching away on the biscuits without a care in the world. His innocent eyes taking in the people around them and giving them a kind smile.
"So, you're Damian's mom, right?" The boy asks.
"I am his mother, yes..."
"Yeah, I can tell. He looks just like you. Pretty and dangerous." The boy smiles at her.
Talia can admit that she's a bit flattered. Usually people go on and on about how her son resembles his father. It's nice to know that at least someone sees her in his features.
"You are Daniel Fenton." Not a question.
"Yup! Although I prefer Danny if you don't mind. Only people who want to kill me call me Daniel."
Talia smiled darkly, "and what makes you think I don't want to kill you."
The boy, Danny, just blinks at her and cocks his head in consideration. "Just a feeling," he says.
Before Talia can say more her son bursts into the room adorned in his Robin gear.
"Mother!" He cries frantically. "Release Danny at once!"
Before Talia can respond Danny laughs. "Oh, come on, Angel. Your mom is just looking out for you. We're all friends here."
Danny then takes a sip of the tea. Oh dear, Talia perhaps should have thought twice about brewing poison tea. It's one thing to poison her son's paramour when they are alone. Doing it with Damian in the room will likely result in her son not talking to her for a very long time.
But nothing happens. Well, nothing except for the wide smile that Danny makes when he looks over at Talia and exclaims " Oh my Ancients, I LOVE Belladonna tea! How did you know?"
Perhaps this boy is worthy of marrying into the family after all.
#think about it:#bruce + danny= hostile vibes#danny thinks bruce is a bitch#bruce thinks danny is gonna corrupt his baby#but danny and talia???#immaculate#10/10 bad bitches that will in fact destroy people for damian#also I like the idea of talia being like an advisor to danny as he tries to come into his own as the ghost king#talia: I raised my son to rule but I suppose my son-in-law will do#and damian is baffled#and through talia's and danny's friendship damian and talia begin to mend their own relationship
Nightwing is pestering Red Hood on a roof one night. It's been slow and Dick hasn't had a chance to spend any sort of leisure time with his brother in uniform for a while. Jason is bearing with it, but slowly losing his patience.
Suddenly, there's a tear in the space only a few feet away from them, and then there's a glowing portal of swirling green that makes Jason freeze. When something steps through, Nightwing and Red Hood both have weapons aimed at the arrival. It's someone in a suit of armor, only the armor is impossibly black with green seeping from the edges, and the being is floating a few inches off the ground.
They pull a scroll wrapped in twine out of⊠somewhere and hand it towards Red Hood. Then, they began to speak in a tilting, echoing voice.
âJason Peter Todd of Earth, by order of the Infinite Court, you are hereby summoned to appear before the High King for the purpose of serving his majesty and witnessing the trial of an accused. You will appear at the gates of Pariah Castle in ten Earth days time. Failure to appear will result in an arrest, seizure of one's haunt and/or lair, and incarceration. If you are unable to enter the Infinite Realms, a liaison will be assigned to escort you. Reply to your summoning in a timely manner.â
Jason stared at the being, not sure what to make of the little script they had just recited. Slowly, the gun still trained between the beings eyes, he took the scroll. The knight gave a nod before doing an about face and floating back into the tear. There was a strange wobbling, hissing sound as the tear slowly closed back up, almost like a zipper being pulled closed.
Jason ignored Dick's initial âWhat the hell?â in favor of picking the twine loose and unfurling what he could now see was parchment. He read the contents over. Then again. Then a third and fourth time.
âWhat is it? What the hell was that thing talking about?â Dick questioned, stepping closer to try and get a look at the written missive. Jason was quiet for a moment, just staring at it, before slowly looking over to his brother.
âI think I just got summoned for fucking ghost jury duty.â
"Look kidâ i need to close the lazarus pit, if it stays open, your grandfather will rot away far more than he already has." Danny, tired of this situation, explained somehwat calmly to the smallest bird of the bats.
"What! No! You can't. Who cares about my grandfather, the lazarus pit has my fishes inside!"
What.
Vaguely concerned, Nightwing crouches down to the kid. "Robin, what do you mean?"
"That's what I said. Whenever one of my fish died, back then, I'd put them into the pit. They live in there now, immortal."
still not for tiktok y'all's scalpers still don't have permission to rip my shit
Danny's been cornered by the worst kind of villain imaginable; reporters.
Okay, well, more like he's trapped in the same room as them and one of them is just asking random questions to keep him calm while they free him from one of Vlad's new and improved torture cubes. Some Metropolis vultures, a big farm dude named Clark and a sharp scary woman named Lois.
"You're a ghost, right?" Clark asks, straining as he tries to, according to him at least, hold open a panel for Lois to get into. "Do you have any living family you'd like for us to reach out to?"
Danny...Danny decides to give the craziest, bullshit answer he possibly can.
"Not in the normal sense; I'm a failed cloning attempt that was a mix of Superboy and Red Robin."
Clark seems to twitch, and Lois chokes on air.
"But you uh...are, what, only a few years younger than them?" Lois asks when she regains composure of herself.
"I mean I was adopted by Kronos, the timestream is a bit optional, so..."
The cube straight up cracks in half, and Danny shoots into the air, laughing.
"Thanks! One second this won't take long!"
Danny leaves the two reporters, unaware of the shitstorm he's left behind.
Bruce pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. Heâs usually not one for such an open sign of distress, but he feels in this case it was warranted. And he was having such a peaceful morning, too.
âDid she just write âyeti doctorâ?â
Bruceâs head snaps up at Stephâs voice, looking once again at the letter on the screen. âDear Mister Wayne,â it reads, and that is where normalcy ends. âThank you so much for taking in Danny, I was so worried when he had to escape our parents.â Which is already an extremely worrying sentence. Made even more worrisome with the fact that there is no Danny currently residing in his manor.
His family is in chaos. Tim has three screens in front of him, ranting about living firewalls to Barbara, while Dick leans over his shoulder.
Alfred has lifted a thick three-ring binder out of the care package that this Jasmine Nightingale has sent them, and is flipping through it. Apparently this binder contains all of the medical, psychological, and cultural information needed to make sure that Dannyâs species can thrive. Because the missing teen that should be in his manor is not human, but some sort of human/ghost hybrid.
âFather, I think this warrants an emergency meeting with the Justice League.â His youngest says. âThere is currently a government agency hunting Cujo and Daniel, citing laws that directly counter the Meta Human Protection Acts. This cannot stand.â Cujo, the green glowing, 10 foot ghostdog that delivered the package and letter this morning by density shifting into the dining room during breakfast. Damian was of course attached.
âUh, Alfred?â Duke starts form where he and Jason have been emptying the care package, âthereâs a huge first aid kit here, but most of it is glowing.â Jason, of course, is turning the high tech laser pistols over in his hands, getting a feel for the handling and grip.
Bruce letâs his eyes skim over the letter again, his eyes catching on words like âGhost Kingâ, âInfinite Realmsâ, and âvivisectionâ. âI know it takes Danny a while to open up,â the letter reads, âso Iâm beyond grateful that he feels safe enough with you.â Except he doesnât, because Danny is not here. Somewhere out on the streets of Gotham is a half dead teenager, hurt and alone. And Bruce didnât know. Didnât know any of it until his sister sent him a care package, because apparently this kid has lied to his sister that heâs safe, that he found somewhere to stay.
He doesnât notice the sudden hush behind him until Jason breaks it. âIs that fucking Lazarus Water?!â Bruce lowers his head back into his hands.
âI will prepare a room for the young master.â Alfred sniffs as his footsteps go towards the elevator. âIâm finding this kid.â Jason answers, leaving towards the lockers
âWait, Little Wing! Iâm coming with!â Well, at least Dick can hopefully keep Jason in line. He prays to Rao this doesnât mean he has to deal with a half-ghost, immensely powerful teen that struggles with Pit Rage.
A small hand lands on Bruceâs shoulder. He looks up into the sparkling eyes of his daughter. âNew brotherâ, she grins.
Danny travels through time and across the universe a lot. Mostly because he has an agreement with Clockwork and the Observants that if he does so they'll give him heads up if he's about to experience something that might drive him crazy, but also because he just likes to travel and visit alien civilizations.
As a result of his travels, he ends up learning a lot of cool things. Cool things that he doesn't realize are super big deals because he is learning them when they very much aren't. Stuff like various cultural rights and traditions of Krypton, how to construct Martian bio-ships, the origins of Themyscira... To him, they are just neat little tidbits, like people mentioning how Otters have favorite rocks. To the Justice League, and particularly to those from nearly dead species and cultures, everything he randomly drops lore on is a much bigger deal.
Danny, after a close call with identities and the league: we have to tell them at some point, maybe they'll understand. . .
Billy holding Danny by the shoulders, trying to literally shake sense into him: Danny. We are two black-haired, blue-eyed, vigillante teenagers. I'm homeless and your parents are actively hunting you. My name is literally Batson. This is no longer just about age. Unless you want to become a rich Gotham kid, you better lie like your life depends on it!
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