After Jason's death, Dick struggled a lot. He felt like a failure. He felt that maybe, if he had just been there, he could have stopped it. But he wasn't there. Even before that, he never made himself available to Jason as a big brother. Too caught up in his complex feelings about Bruce to think about how it would affect the kid and now it was too late. But... maybe it's not too late to help other kids.
Dick signed up for a mentorship program that would pair adults up with middle schoolers as pen pals. He got paired with a young boy named Danny Fenton. They would write back and forth with questions and advice, jokes, and life stories. All of the mentors letters were screened by the teachers before being given to the kids to avoid any weirdos trying anything funny, but once the kids aged out of middle school they could choose to stop the pen pal program or continue on their own without teacher facilitation. Danny and Dick had grown really close over the course of the program so when Danny aged out, he sent one more letter.
Dear Dick,
So I guess I'm aged out of the mentorship program now? They said that I don't have to continue having a pen pal anymore if I don't want to but I've really enjoyed talking with you. If you would still want to stay in contact, my number is (XXX) XXX-XXXX. No pressure if you don't want to tho. If I don't end up hearing from you again, thank you for everything. You've been a great mentor.
Sincerely, Danny.
Dick absolutely wants to keep contact with Danny so he texts him as soon as he gets that letter. They get even closer now that they're able to text and call, getting a response immediately instead of waiting for mail time. Dick has truly come to care for this kid as if he was one of his brothers.
So when Dick got a call one day, shortly after Danny turned 14, his heart shattered. Something happened and Danny sounded terrified. Dick gets flashbacks to a younger brother. A sweet boy who deserved the world but only got pain.
He wasn't there for Jason, but god help whoever tries to get in his way of being there for Danny.
Maddie: Ugh, drop the endearment. We are far too old for that.
Alfred: Very well. You seem well. Blossomed from the young maid to a proper lady.
Maddie: And yet, you're still walking around as a butler, looking like not a single day gone by since I last saw you. What, did the Waynes offer you immortality as a bonus for the immoral tasks you love to carry out for them?
Alfred: The Waynes don't do that sort of stuff anymore. Not since Master Bruce took over. He isn't even aware of the old family business.
Maddie: Oh I bet, little Bruce went all squeaky clean after dear old mom and dad took thier forever nap. Right. He's a good little boy.
Alfred: Madeline. I understand that your dismissal from Wayne Manor had been abrupt and that you fell on hard times because of it, but Master Bruce had just witnessed his parents murdered in front of him. He wasnt in the state of mind to control affairs. He wasnt aware of the real Wayne business then or now to begin with. Besides didn't you used to say you wanted out of the business?
Maddie: I wanted out through my own efforts being rewarded with retirement like every other maid before me. Not thrown out at fourteen, scrambling to survive with a skill set only criminals would be interested in.
Alfred: Yes, thats why you took those sharp shooting lessons I painstakingly gave you and use them to...what was it again? Ghost hunt? Or as was it unicorn sighting? Maybe a fun family friendly fairy catching?
Maddie: Fuck you. What do you want Commander Pennyworth? You wouldn't show up to a agent's house, not after all these years and certainly not at one who never got to finish her training before new management laid everyone off.
Alfred: Alright I'll get right to the point. I wish to reinstalled the Wayne Enterprise Secrets and I believe you have children.
Maddie: You-! You can't come to my house and demand my children, you bastard!
Alfred: I fear, Madeline, that I can. Bloodlines forever in service of the Waynes. Was that not the soul oath your great great great great grandmother took? Master Bruce owns you and your children, and I as his second, do as well.
Maddie: F-fine! I'll send you one! Only one! Danny.....Danny will be at Wayne Manor at the end of the month. We get to keep Jazz.
Alfred: Very well. Oh and let Daniel know Master Bruce and anyone in the Manor are not to be aware of his purpose. He's to be a proper Secert, and will be playing the role of my apprentice butler.
Maddie with pure loathing: It will be done. Danny will play his part.
Alfred: Thank you....I'm sorry about this Madeline. I truly am.
Maddie: No you're not.
Alfred smiling sadly: I am. I wouldn't activate the oaths, not after all this time. But we lost Master Jason recently and....I can not allow to lose anymore Waynes. Especially Master Bruce. You know how important his blood is to Gotham.
Maddie: I do, but that doesn't mean you're forgive. I pray for the day you're dragged to hell.
Alfred: Many do. Good day, dearie, may Gotham's darkness be contained.
Maddie: May the Waynes bare the burden and pain. Now fuck off.
Like? You could just... walk up to them at their Day Job, JLA Heavy Hitters? Not CEOs obviously. Nor, even, Clark. He has a desk job sprinkled with in the field reporting. Honestly?
It's probably Wonder Woman.
She works as a curator of the Louvre Museum in France. All you would NEED is something potentially worth going into the collection, even if it doesn't work out, just POTENTIALLY worth... Oooooor? To wait, having largely tracked her daily schedule down to the quarter hour, for her to head into work... and shout in a truely abominable and choppy version of one of the Amazonian languages "Princess, please wait, may I have a moment of your time?"
Cause that works too.
And Wes had the whole damn plane ride, in the cheapest economy seats he could find, to practice. If the ADULTS won't do anything and Fenton can't leave for longer then 2 seconds without the town burning down... Then Wes Weston will. He hates it. This shouldn't be he fuckin job. But Grandma always did say that the burden of Seeing the Truth, was feeling compelled to act on it.
He REALLY hopes he doesn't get stabbed by an Amazon.
Wes Weston, descended from Cassandra. Yes, THAT Cassandra, goes full Shawshank, escapes the GiW cordon around Amity, gets taken out in a garbage truck, hops a plane to France in Wisconsin, gets to the Louvre, and proves he's not crazy by handing over Danny's ghost homework from Pandora after he stole it from his schoolbag
Diana is both bemused and horrified, but mostly she is ABSOLUTELY LIVID.
Because if she's reading this homework right, and the young Oracle is correct (and Diana doubts he is wrong, for a male to inherent the gift of Cassandra means that his is potent indeed) then Pandora's adopted son has been slated for vivisection by the United States government.
And she has had Words with them about the last time they did this with J'onn J'onzz.
These honourless politicians don't realise that by signing their name's to these disgusting laws, she does not have to investigate like Bruce.
Wonder Woman just stalking into a government meeting, and demanding honour duels and an end to the immoral laws? You can either revoke the laws now. Or the duels are to the death. You have threatened the stability and safety of the world. No she won't take questions. Square up fuckers.
Now, Wes knew if she believed him this would work. He did not expect it to be this... Messy.
WW: For endangering the lives of all beings in the universe I congratulate the United States Government with one action you have gotten the Amazon's to leave their home land. Unfortunately it's to burn down you capital, you see we were informed that you have signed the death warrant for those of the beyond and the gods that live their. So in order to try and hopefully have Thymiscura spared I'm going to take you heads, pr you can remove the laws that caused this.
Wes: I knew she'd be the best bet but damn I didn't know she would be this much like Granny Cassie
Hal Jordan. He's a test pilot at Ferris Air. Getting ahold of him at his day gig is as easy as showing up and asking. It's not like he's always in the air or in a simulator. And even if he were, they'd just ask you to wait or come back at a specific time and date when he wouldn't be in Air or Sim.
Ferris Air is a private company, sure they work with the government but Hal has to have an office somewhere in the complex, even if it's little more than a back room with a couch he can crash on.
It's always nice to come back and see what else you can add. So here we go, adding on to WW's section.
They take the invisible jet back to Washington D.C. Wes and WW finding out a lot of politics on the way, like...
Lex Luthor has been president in a timeline or two. Why not make it a thing right now. She's in France doing French things, she knows people are watching over the USA. It's middle of February just after the elections.
Lex wins if Wonder Woman needs an adventure in the underworld in her book. Otherwise, she uses the Lasso to make Lex tell the truth when he Vetos the law and promises to Veto it in any form if it comes through again.
He ran on a platform of, "I make a Promise I don't break it." Lots of cameras for this fight. He wanted a spectacle.
If Lex wins, that gives opportunity for some other hero and method of rescue. All of which can fail until they come together at the end in a JL book.
Come to think of it? Lex would probably hate the laws on principle? Cause his whole THING is "we don't need Gods ruling over us, keeping us from advancing, Superman is a sus alien who Can't Be Trusted And I KNOW IT" and like? Why the fresh FUCK are you tearing open a hole to the afterlife in HIS country? Pouring out God only knows what into the country side? POISONING people with radiation?!
Oh, sorry, ECTO-radiation. *sarcasm thick enough to choke an elephant*
Cause like? He is a bastard. But he is a principled and CONSISTENT bastard? And he would draw the line and fucking with HUMAN SOULS. (You know, unless it was to IMPROVE them.) Because this? Barbarians. All of these people are troglodytes, and he won't have it.
A SPECTACULAR waste of money! *furious ranting continues*
I've seen a few variations of people looking at the GIW like "who the FUCK is approving their budget" plus low competence so I am now picturing Lex Luthor and Bruce Wayne or maybe Tim Drake looking over the budget for the GIW and both openly and to their mutual horror loudly agreeing with each other because who let people this incompetent have this much money I want to talk to the accountants YESTERDAY
I have NO idea how that situation would happen it just makes me laugh
Scarecrow needs to test a new fear toxin. However he doesn’t want bats knowing he’s out of Arkham yet so instead of kidnapping someone he decided to put an add on Craigslist looking for people willing ‘help test a pet project’
Danny, having moved to Gotham for collage and thoroughly broke, sees an opportunity to make some quick cash and responds.
Is it shady as shit?? Yes. But Danny is like 99% sure he’s some form of immortal now so it’s not like it’s gonna kill him. Plus this means that someone less durable than him won’t take the job.
Cain is overjoyed at having a willing test subject. The only problem comes when non of his toxins seem to work on him. Not only the new one he was testing but even the old ones that he knows works.
What he doesn’t know is that ghost feed on fear. Even their own. Danny is literally eating his own fear before he can feel it. So all he’s doing is given Danny a full 3 corse meal.
So I know we are supposed to hate AI art, but it's just so dang gorgeous and I'm posting free stories for AO3.
My boss heard how much I write as I'm constantly talking about my fics and what I'm working on, and she has been trying to get me to use Avenue for weeks- I finally started Friday night going through and I immediately made like 15 stories from it. The way I'm using it is to put the ideas for stories I've already written, and to use the pictures, with some touch ups, because AI has its issues of course. These are some of my favorites.
Damian Wayne does not do failure. He always mastered whatever skill he put his mind to, regardless of the number of hours he invested in the work. His ability to mimic others ' voices, movement, and behaviors was so sharp that even without instruction, he was able to clean and effectively accomplish mastery of whatever struck his fancy.
It was a testament to his parents' genes that he was able to prove their mixing had produced the perfect offspring.
That was, until Drake bet him fifty dollars that if it was anything like Bruce, no amount of training, good genes, or instruction would ever help him in the kitchen. Father did not help this insult when all he did was nod and shrug his shoulders.
"The Waynes are cursed," Father said, waving a fork around. "Whenever one of us steps into a kitchen, disaster follows. Cooking is just... not a thing for us. But, we can sing"
As if being compared to a songbird was a good thing. Damain vowed to prove them both wrong. And thus he ventured into one of the Wayne Manor extra kitchens, clutching a bag of groceries and a simple cookbook.
He followed the instructions to the letter. He studied various videos and cooking blogs. He used only the freshest ingredients. Really, there was no chance for it to go wrong.
And yet, when Damian pulled out the vegetarian lasagna from the stove, it resembled a soiled baby diaper. He attempted to take a taste, assuring himself it only looked bad, but the second the food made contact with his taste buds, his entire body shuddered in disgust. Damian had to stick his head under the running water of the sink to wash out the vile taste.
It was infuriating that out of all the skills in the world, something as simple as cooking was evading him.
Not about to give up, he tried again the following day. And again, and again, and again, until three months of failed attempts forced him to seek out professional help.
Alfred straight up refused to lend a hand, not after the many years he attempted to teach Damian's grandfather and father. Apparently, the only times Alfred had gotten workers' compensation were when he stood with a blood-related Wayne in the kitchen.
Damain wanted to call him a coward for that, except when he went into the kitchen to confront the bully, the stove exploded and nearly burned the old man's face off. Damian barely even glanced at the dials. He had no idea how it was able to set off like that.
Well, no matter, there were plenty of cooking instructors in this city. They may not be as great as Alfred- for that man made even dirt taste delicious- there had to be someone out there who could teach him to make one decent meal.
Danny Fenotn is short on cash. That tends to happen when your evil godfather somehow rips your ghost half out of you and flings your human side to an unknown parallel world.
Gotham City was large and dangerous in a way Danny had never known. Without Phantom, he had no skills he could use to make a profit, and without a form of identification, he couldn't even sign himself up for school or aid programs.
He had wound up on the streets, dodging police and other street rats as best he could, but he was not doing too well for himself. days turned into weeks, which turned into months, and he was still unsure how he even survived that time.
Just as he was starting to actively dream of a shower and a roof over his head, word began to spread that a wealthy individual was willing to pay top dollar and even provide lodging for anyone willing to teach him how to cook.
Danny wasn't the best chief around, but he was desperate, so he washed up in a park sink and scurried across the city to the mansion of a house.
Danny followed a giant group of people, all dressed better, looking better, and smelling better than he did. Many were wearing chef outfits, giving him disgusted glances, but he grew accustomed to the casual hatred over the past few weeks.
They were told to wait in the hallway, sitting on some chairs with a number. The kid who wanted cooking lessons would call them in one by one and give them an interview, alongside asking them to cook something simple to prove their worth.
Danny was number twenty-two out of fifty candidates. A few people left when candidate number five ran out of the room screaming, with half his clothes on fire. More got up from their chairs and excused themselves when three different parametric teams were called in to rush out number eleven, number fifteen, and number seventeen.
What really cleared the room, however, was the screams that came from number twenty's mouth as though they were ripped off her limbs from behind closed doors. In a stampede of movement, the hallway was cleared, leaving only Danny sitting awkwardly on his chair.
"Number twenty-two?" A tall, dignified butler questioned from the door, seemingly surprised that someone was still there.
"Um, yeah?" Danny scrambled to his feet, aware his appearance was less than presentable. He felt like he just dragged himself out of a garbage can, even after trying his best to tidy himself up.
"This way, young man."
Danny is led into a kitchen —or a kitchen that has survived an ill-fated war. There was food splattered against the walls, smoke was burning on three stoves, some tiles were missing on the ground, and the furniture was turned over.
Sitting at the only untouched surface area was a young boy of twelve years old, and Danny nearly winces at how close in age they are. He doubts he will be able to teach the kid anything he doesn't already know.
"Good evening," The boy says, holding up a clipboard.
"Oh, uh, hi?" Danny replies. The kid raises a brow, clicks his red pen open, and scribbles something down. Danny feels himself break into a cold sweat.
"We shall start the interview." The butler cuts in, taking a graceful seat next to the boy and picking up his own pen. "Please answer to the best of your abilities."
Danny fumbles his way through the interview, muttering excuses when they ask for any of his past information, and by the time the food test comes around, he can tell they aren't going to consider him. He decided to teach the kid a simple recipe just so he could leave quickly, and by the time Danny had taught the kid a simple chicken soup recipe, he was all but ready to run.
Until the kid's fist closed in his dirt-stained shirt - it was no longer purely white, now it had a gross, brownish hue to it - keeping him in place.
"You are hired." The boy says, staring up at him with wide, joyful eyes while clutching his bowl of soup like it was the last lifeboat in a sinking ship. "The curse does not harm you."
Well.....Danny didn't like that, but he really had no other choice, did he?
i heard somewhere tim didnt have a spleen or something and I would really like to know if that is canon or just waaaaay off
Canon! Red Robin #5
The series takes place right after Bruce became lost in time. Since Tim was sure that Bruce was alive (and the rest of the fam didn’t believe him), he partnered up with the only person who did– Ra’s al Ghul.
While Tim was with the league, he and a few of his assassin buddies ran into an organization called the Council of Spiders, and Tim was impaled. He lost his spleen in the subsequent surgery.
If ever there was a situation where the rest of the JL discover that Danny is human before Bruce (somehow) they all take one look at Phantom's human form and had a collective realization that they should never let Bruce see him outside of his Ghost form or else his Parental Instincts will most definetely kick in and adoption papers will be filled out by the end of the day
the running joke that batman adopts any dark haired, blue eyed child is powerful. though i’m not sure why the other jl members would try to stop him.
i also feel danny will probably have a joke about billionaires trying to adopt him, because this would be the second time this happens. you think he’d be able to get lex luthor to want him? i think Arrow counts as a billionaire.
now i want a fic that is just danny accidentally collecting billionaire father figures, not because he needs new parents or wants them but because they’re all fascinated by this kid in some way. a good chunk of them have villainous intent obviously. danny is scientifically fascinating so the danger of experimentation is obvious. i’m pretty sure a few other billionaires are just immortals so they’d be interested in danny because he’s semi immortal.
danny: i have parents
vandal savage: but for how long?
ra’s al ghul would want him so bad. ghost powers potential use in assassination. plus the relationship between the Lazarus pit and ectoplasm. lots of potential plot here. i could see dani also joining in on the collecting billionaires/ getting randomly adopted thing.
there’d also be a point where the billionaires would be refereed to as his sugar daddies, as they inevitably try to buy him. the fenton’s business gets heavily funded by several billionaires, which ironically makes vlad’s claim on them weaker. hard to throw his money around when the other billionaires are fighting over them. i could also see danny’s popularity jumping up because of his finances improved.
we’re gonna ignore that there’s an episode where the fenton’s got rich and danny became a jerk because that episode was dumb. i see it more as danny having no idea to do with all this attention and just wanting to be left alone. he likes the popularity at first, but being surrounded by people all the time makes it harder for him to get away to fight ghosts.he’s also probably struck by how shallow it is. i know in the series he wasn’t allowed to grow out of being shallow, but as fair as character development goes, he really should have. there were a lot of moments where it was criticized and he should have grown past it. so surrounding a mature danny with shallow people would probably be frustrating
i could however see him trying to hang out with val again and getting his parents to hire her dad, so that her financial situation recovers. that would actually be pretty interesting. danny basically trying to make up for her dad losing his job, even though that wasn’t his fault. takes the steam out of the whole ‘phantom ruined my life thing’ if her life is no longer ruined. though phantom’s not the one getting credit for helping her. i could also see val trying to return to the popular kids group and finding it unsatisfying. after all they immediately abandoned her in her moment of need and she know what it’s like to work and struggle for things.she and danny could definitely talk shit about how shallow and unimportant the popular kids convos are. and sam is just standing in the back loser corner with her millions of dollars going “what did i tell ya!?”
tucker would also probably be jealous but i feel he’d easily be pacified by danny just handing him knew tech whenever he complains. alas i’m not sure how much tucker has grown out of his shallowness, though he’s also had several learning opportunities
i see a lot of comedic and plot potential in this concept, sorry i didn’t really adress your question. - Hestia.
This gala had been dragging on and on all night, as soon as it was acceptable to do so Tim was out the door and in his car. Apparently, a moment of silence to compose himself was too much for the universe though, and his first mistake.
The second mistake was not immediately making sure his car doors were locked because a boy his age is suddenly sitting in his car.
"Drive!" Is the only thing he says while looking out the back window. Now, Tim knew this was probably a bad idea, but this boy was cute, ok!
Which is why he doesn't hesitate to get out of there. Before they leave the party in the dust though Tim takes a look in the rear view mirror to see Vlad Masters. Standing on the gala house steps looking furious at the car.
Tim isn't sure what sort of beef the cute boy and Masters have with each other is, but he plans to find out. Preferably, on the date he's now suddenly on. Tim's not complaining though.
Danny had been working with the Justice League for the last few years. He liked working with the Bats the best. They were stunning really, powerless yet some of the most effective heroes out there. They moved like ghosts, and not his type of ghost.
But they were just allies, coworkers at most, they worked together occasionally, Danny would help out when he could. the bats would smile and vanish into the night. They were coworkers, so really why were they over reacting.
He needed a safe house, because his cover was blown. He'd left Amity in a rush, bleeding, and with more broken bones than he'd have wished. But he was fine.
except apparently the Bats disagreed. Batman himself was looking at him in horror, his mouth slightly agape. The collection of Birds looked smaller, all with slightly varying expressions.
"Hi," Danny says weakly looking over the city, they'd agreed to meet at an abandoned observatory, their general meeting place. "Sorry for the intrusion, but I need a place to stay.." he hoped they'd say yes. He couldn't reach out to the other league members, they wouldn't understand.
But the Bats might, they too had a reputation of being dangerous, and the general public didn't know how to feel about them. Maybe they'd understand, and if not it would be better than going to Superman or something.
"What happened to you?" His voice sounds so shocked and worried, practically dripping with concern. "Are you okay?"
"Fine," Danny waves his hand wincing, he's out of suit, wearing jeans and a tee shirt, blood drips through them, radioactive green, with some barely noticeable red specks. Is it just him or is the room really blurry?
"Sure," Red Hoods voice drips with sarcasm, "Lets get you to the med bay," Danny startles at that.
"Med bay?" he stammers "I hardly need medical attention?" he laughs and then coughs some blood up. "I just need a place, for a day, I promise I'll be gone by morning?" He hopes they say yes.
"Phantom you need professional medical attention," Robin scolds him.
"I really don't," He protests tensing at the idea of a hospital, "You're overreacting."
"Phantom, you look like your about to pass out?" Red Hood scoffs, at least Danny thinks he does it's rather hard to tell with the helmet.
"That's because I haven't slept in like forever" He rolls his eyes, "I just need rest honestly." He crosses his arms, ignoring the spinning lights..
Shit why is everything spinning, he thinks he hears someone shout "Phantom!" Really they're overreacting he thinks as it fades to black.
Danny’s blood in his human form is usually described as red with green ectoplasmic spots in it which is different, cool I guess. Now I raise you Danny’s human form having red blood with a ecto green iridescent shimmer to it. I just think it would be really cool to have his blood look normal at first glance until it catches the light just right and/or you look at it at just the right angle. Definitely could be used to add to the whole human Danny that appears normal until you start looking closer and taking a second glance at him.
It looks like the lad injected extremely fine glitter into his blood. That causes more issues than he ever thought.
Harry Potter should be a complete natural at Apperition.
It may have been a few years since I read the books, but Harry having difficulty with Apparition doesn't make much sense;
From his time even with his muggle cousin, being chased around by Dudley and his friends, didn't it talk about him getting in trouble for being on top of the school and he had no idea how he got up there?
He teleported no problem out of reach.
So, what if a day of wishing he belonged, to just get away where he didn't have to see the Dursley's ever again... he appeared right in the middle of Diagon Alley as a child? Learning exactly who he was years before the books started?
(Working on a fic with a similar concept, but thought I might share the prompt rolling around my head lol)
Alright here's a prompt I haven't seen a cross over for yet (But I don't think I'll have the concentration level to write it myself)
Corepheus is King Pariah
King Pariah had ruled the infinite realms ruthlessly, as a tyrant he had everything he could want, slaves and concubines from every walk of life, insane money in pouring from every side, praise and worship.
But his people were neglected while he indulged, so he was locked into the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep.
But when you sleep, you can still dream.
In his dreams, his mind was able to wander through the Part of the Realms that shifted to the Fade, close to a medieval world he had known, and he snuck his mind into a leader from Tevinter, to start his ruling once again. So came the Magister Corypheus, enslaving elves, using dark blood magic to corrupt spirits that in part used to be his subjects under his will once more, corrupting them to still answer his call.
He is who wakes to the Hero Of Ferelden
He is who returns to power when the Dread Wolves spell goes sideways.
He is winning the war, and then he is woken by Vlad Plasmius, then defeated by Phantom, who is then summoned as the new king of the Infinite Realms to their world in the work of the Votori.
Phantom just defeated the tyrant king Pariah Dark, and then, painfully, his body and soul are summoned through a blood magic circle into another realm. As the ring takes to his hand and the crown to his head, there is a nation falling apart at the seams, reeking of death and twisted corrupted ectoplasm. A cult that calls him their new god, Corypheus’s new form after his rebirth perhaps, and there is a frightened army putting up wards of magic against the man that may destroy their world… how does he explain to them he's a high schooler just trying to protect one town and now has no idea how to get home?
A bald elf looks extremely disturbed by the turn of events until with his new deep reserves of ectoplasm, he sets to save the corrupted spirits that have turned to demons, and to help them back to the Infinite Realms to heal and rest, while creating an understanding with this new world about the neglected spirits, and to now have to fix the damage left behind that the observers turned a blind eye to.
Best of all, he has to figure out a way back through the fade to the right part of the Infinite Realms and find his way home.
Alternatively; Danny worked with Fen'harel to banish the old gods, or the Observes were demanding the destruction of their timeline for the perversion of spirits being corrupted with blood magic into demons.
Perhaps in time King Danny is trying to help him retrieve those that were caught in the crossfire?
The magic goes wrong to unlock Fen'harel's power, and he tries to help the Inquisitor in beating Corypheus to bring peace back to the land and to the part of the Infinite Realms known as the Fade.
Bonus points if he's a bonus dad to Cole, or as forms shift for what you want to see in someone, his protection spirit base gets mistaken for the Most Holy Divine Justinia.
