The batkids adored their newest brother, Danny Fenton. But Danny did scare them a little sometimes.
He was a really cool dude once you got to know him, and he even joined Duke on daily patrol. (Steph did join them some times.)
But the reason of why they were scared of being on his bad side was because of a little... accident.
They were on a Alfred-induced (aka Alfred forced them) vacation to a beach, and they bumped into a acquaintance of Danny, Vlad. Hee immediately tried to persuade Danny to abandon the Waynes and join him and the teen looked ready to murder, and probably would if it wasn't for Bruce.
But it's what happened next day that spooked them.
Bruce trying to tie Damian's tie: Who's that puking on his flip flops?
Danny with his back turned looking out the window: Vlad Masters~... He's got nausea, shortness of breath, blood in urine, severe illness and... death.
Dick getting concernedtm: What the hell are you reading?
Danny smug like the cat who got the rat: Rat poison.
Bruce probably wouldn't know how to react because:
1) That's his baby and a Older Man is obsessed with is very much his minor son. And nobody, much less and a man old enough to be Danny's father, will touch his baby!
2) Murder is wrong, that his (and Batman's) motto.
3) But it is murder if the victim is already dead?
The funny thing about this? Is that the Denizens of the Infinite Realms didn't know that Danny was a member of the Main Line of the Al Ghul Family, even though he is the leader of it's ghost version.
There's a quite few reactions to that information and it's implications.
Vlad? Stunned that His Daniel is capable and knowledgeable of such type of thing.
Danny had spent the last six years building something stable out of the Infinite Realms.
Which, honestly, still sounded ridiculous when he thought about it too hard.
At twenty years old, Danny Phantom was somehow the acting Leader of the Infinite Realms version of the League of Assassins, mediator of territorial disputes, protector of portals, the peacemaker, and ā according to Frostbite ā āa deeply beloved young lord.ā
Danny personally thought that title lost meaning the third time he had to stop two eldritch entities from starting a war over haunted soup recipes.
Still, the system worked.
So Danny did his rounds.
Checking territories. Listening to complaints. Solving problems before they became catastrophes.
And unfortunately, that included Walkerās Prison.
The prison loomed in the distance like a rusted beast made of iron and misery. Chains rattled endlessly somewhere in the fog while ghosts scattered out of Dannyās way the moment they spotted him.
Walker himself appeared almost immediately.
āLord Phantom,ā Walker greeted stiffly, eye twitching like it physically pained him to be respectful.
Danny gave him a lazy salute. āWalker. Any riots? Escape attempts? Illegal soul harvesting rings?ā
āOnly three this week.ā
Danny snorted quietly and continued walking through the massive prison halls, half-listening as Walker listed updates about inmates, contraband, and a smuggling operation involving cursed playing cards.
Then Danny stopped dead.
His body justā¦ halted.
Like every instinct he had suddenly slammed into a wall.
Down in the cafeteria, surrounded by dead warlords, failed tyrants, and extradimensional criminals, sat a living human.
An older man with sharp green eyes and a white streaks in dark hair, perfect posture despite the prison uniform.
Dannyās core went ice cold.
Walker noticed immediately. āLord Phantom?ā
Danny didnāt answer at first.
Because there was no way.
No fucking way.
But Danny knew that face.
He remembered that face looking down at him with complete indifference.
He remembered being ten years old and realizing, in those final moments, that this man had never loved him at all.
āā¦Walker,ā Danny said quietly.
Walker straightened.
āWho,ā Danny asked with terrifying calm, āis the Mortal?ā
āOh. Raās al Ghul,ā Walker answered. āImprisoned for the illegal misuse and contamination of Lazarus Waters across multiple realms.ā
Danny stared.
Then he laughed.
It was sharp. Breathless. Wrong.
Several nearby ghosts immediately pretended they had somewhere else to be.
āOh,ā Danny murmured. āOh, this is rich.ā
His eyes flared green.
Not the bright, clean ectoplasmic green most ghosts associated with Phantom.
This was darker.
Sickly.
The color of corrupted Lazarus Waters.
Walker took one instinctive step backward.
Every survival instinct he had developed over centuries screamed at him to leave immediately and pretend he had never seen anything.
Unfortunately, it was his prison.
Phantom started walking again.
Slowly.
The cafeteria quieted almost immediately as inmates noticed him approaching. Conversations died mid-sentence. Trays stopped moving.
Raās looked up at the disturbance with visible annoyance.
Then confusion.
Because the being walking toward him looked young, young enough to be almost insulting.
Tall now, broad-shouldered, clad in black and white with space itself curling unnaturally through the edges of his aura ā but still young.
And furious.
āRaās al Ghul,ā Phantom said pleasantly.
The room went still at the tone.
āWell,ā Phantom continued, smiling without warmth, āthis is a surprise.ā
Raās narrowed his eyes. āShould I know you?ā
Phantomās smile widened.
āYou know,ā Phantom said conversationally, āthat answer honestly hurts my feelings a little.ā
Raās opened his mouth, but he never got to speak.
One second he was sitting down.
The next, his face slammed into the metal cafeteria table hard enough to crater it.
The sound echoed through the entire prison.
Several inmates screamed.
One ghost in the back dropped his lunch tray and whispered, āOh, thank Ancients itās not me this time.ā
Phantom had Raās pinned before anyone could react, one hand twisted into the manās hair while his other pressed him against the ruined table.
āDonāt worry,ā Phantom called casually over his shoulder. āIāll fix the table later.ā
Walker stared at the destroyed table.
āā¦You always say that.ā
āI usually mean it.ā
Raās struggled violently beneath him. Phantom barely had to use force anymore. Twenty years old in human age meant very little when his existence had become something vast and ancient enough to make lesser ghosts instinctively lower their heads around him.
Phantom shoved Raās to the floor instead.
Hard.
Then planted a boot against his throat.
The entire cafeteria watched in horrified silence.
Because Phantom was kind.
Phantom negotiated treaties.
Phantom gave second chances.
Phantom once sat through a forty-hour mediation between two warlords because one had allegedly āstolen the otherās emotional support leviathan.ā
This?
This was something else.
Phantom looked down at Raās with open hatred.
Not rage.
Not blind fury.
Hatred aged over ten long years.
Carefully preserved.
āWalker,ā Phantom said calmly, never taking his eyes off Raās, āhow much money would it take to transfer custody of this inmate to me?ā
āWhat?ā
Phantom finally glanced back. āI asked how much.ā
Walker blinked.
Then blinked again.
Because somehow that was the part that disturbed him most. Phantom ā the paragon of individual rights and resident goodie-two-shoes ā would never ask something like, "How much money do you want for him?" as if this were a slave market.
Pointdexter slowly raised a hand from one of the cafeteria tables. āUhā¦ Lord Phantom? Respectfully? What the fuck is happening?ā
Phantom ignored him.
Raās finally managed to rasp out, āWhoā¦ are you?ā
Phantom stared at him.
Actually stared.
And his grip tightened slightly against Raās throat.
"Seriously? You don't recognize me even after all the hints I gave you?" Phantom mocked. "Don't you remember how you treated me? Like a punching bag? Like a spare? Don't you remember putting your foot on my neck until I died, only to use my body like some twisted kind of footrest?!"
Raās went still.
Walkerās expression changed instantly.
āOh,ā Pointdexter whispered faintly.
Phantomās voice never rose.
That somehow made it worse.
āNo,ā he breathed, face going pale.
Recognition finally hit him.
āOh,ā Phantom mocked quietly, smiling. āThere it is.ā
āā¦Tariq?ā
The name sounded wrong coming from him.
Phantomās eyes glowed violently green.
āDonāt.ā The word cracked through the cafeteria like thunder. āYou donāt get to say my name like you know me, grandfather.ā
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just to reiterate, this is NOT canon to the comic. or to either movie probably lol.
just love the idea that the reason simon didn't listen to the written stuff was because it sucked to read (and not, like, either defiance or a purposeful disregard for the sake of survival)
i feel like you can tell through how little i fuck with grace's glasses in the usual comic that i wear glasses IRL. if my glasses aren't perfectly aligned on my face i am SHOVING them back in place. ryan gosling obviously does not wear glasses regularly
the oldest reblogs for this post that i can find are from january 2nd of 2013. this can has been getting kicked around tumblr for almost 13Ā½ years now
āI want to write a fic about this but I donāt think anybody will be interested in itā ummm hello excuse me maāam what do you mean you donāt think anybody will be interested in it??? YOU. YOU ARE INTERESTED IN IT???? write it because YOU are interested in it and YOU want to write about it. fanfic writing should always be first and foremost about YOUR enjoyment, not other peopleās.
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