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Tucker: That was a great Comic-Con. I got to meet so many voice actors.
Danny: I know! I underestimated big city cons. I went way over budget.
Sam: How much did you spend?
Danny: four hundred
Sam: FOUR HUNDRED!?
Danny: I'm including the hotel room.
Tucker: Oh thats not too bad.
Danny: Might be easy for you to say. Both of you guys have money to spare. My extracurricular activities make it impossible to keep a steady job. I need a sugar Daddy. Anybody on this escalator want to be my Sugar Daddy?
Jason turning around: Sure
Danny: *Gasp*
Jason: How much you need, gorgeous?
Danny:...I dont know. I was joking.
Jason: If you want, we can go back down the escalator to the con, and I can buy you whatever you want, then you join me for dinner in the nerd theme bar.
Danny dazed: Okay
Sam: What's happening?
Tucker: I think we're witnessing the beginning of a Rom-con.
Sam: While cosplaying Pride and Prejudice?
Jason: Your cosplay was why I noticed you, actually. I always wanted to romance Mr.Darcy.
Danny: And I always found Red Hood really attractive. Your costume is perfect.
Jason: Thank you, gorgeous.
Tim, slightly in front of Jason: And you said this would be a waste of time.
I was rewatching Danny Phantom and I just had a random AU pop into my head. Everyone in town knows that Danny is Phantom and everyone has accepted it. It makes him slightly more popular but not enough to move his social status at school.
What if at the end of the year Tucker dared that Danny wouldn’t make it into the cheer team. Danny has two major obsessions, Space and Protection, but he also has a few minor obsessions which are Competitiveness. So Danny took that bet very, very seriously. He spent his whole winter break watching cheerleading movies and practicing movies. His other minor obsession is Perfection, it stems from having chaotic and messy parents, like the Fentons. He’s just like Jazz in which he developed a dislike for imperfections but instead of the messy rooms, it’s more the fact that his parents faulty and Imperfect inventions have put him in enough danger. So he wants his every gesture and move to be perfect.
By the time school starts again, Tucker has forgotten about the bet but when cheerleader tryouts start everyone is gobsmacked to see Danny Fenton of all people trying out. Danny absolutely demolished the tryouts. He is used to doing extremely difficult acrobatics during ghosts fights and out tumbles everyone at the tryouts, it’s actually insane and he didn’t even use his powers. Pauline immediately gave him a spot because they need him like yesterday. Tucker grumbles at having to pay up but he expects Danny to dropout but Danny doesn’t. Danny worked hard to get in he is not giving up now.
But the moment he is in the team, I feel like he would not approve of the moves they are performing on the team, like they are good but they can do way better as evidenced by the movies he has watched. He is immediately pushing Paulina out of the cheer captain position and she would try to push back but even she can’t even argue because he is that good. It causes some girls to quit because they only join the cheer squad to be friends with Pauline. There are only like 3 official cheerleaders left, Danny Paulina and Star and the rest are backups. But this causes Danny to teach Pauline and Star extremely difficult moves because how are they going to motivate crowds with weak moves like they have been doing for years. Maybe I’ve been watching too much Disney but I want him to be like Bucky from Zombies, not the egocentric part just the demanding perfection part.
He, Star and Pauline actually became good friends, they kinda have fun at cheer practice even though Danny is making them do absolutely insane moves that should probably be blacklisted, but they are having fun.
He is the only male in the cheerleading squad and it’s absolutely hilarious to see him leading them at every game. Sam and Tucker are the most supportive friends ever, going to every game to support Danny’s cheerleading career. Danny changes the uniforms because the orange was absolutely atrocious and Star immediately changes it to black and white, to fit Danny’s whole aesthetic and he can’t even say no because he brought it on himself.
Everything comes to head when they travel to Gotham for a game with Gotham Academy. The Casper High cheer team is changing with the Gotham Academy cheer team. There are only 6 people in Casper cheer team which is way smaller than the team of 20 people Gotham Academy has. The Cheer Captain of Gotham Academy, a girl named Victoria, is absolutely gossiping with her friends about Casper High. She’s about to make another snide comment, when pretty black haired guy walks over.
“I hope we have a good game. Im Danny by the way, the Cheer captain of Casper High.” He gave her a bright smile as he stuck out his hand. Victoria sneered at the outstretched hand.
“Sorry I don’t talk to country bumpkins. You know how it is..” The rest of her squad snickered.
A tall Latina girl marched over to them and shoved Victoria out of the way with a click of her tongue.
“Danny, stop talking to the trust fund babies and Star with her uniform.” The girl said as she shoved Danny back to their side of the locker room. Victoria felt rage bubbling in her stomach. Because how dare these country bumpkins mess with her.
It would be like a whole one sided rivalry and Danny is completely oblivious to her hatred and is always nice to her. That is until the football game actually starts and Victoria spots from across the field as the Casper High cheer team starts doing absolute bullshit moves.
Like Danny’s personality does a complete 180 when their team starts to lose and is barking orders. He is doing absolutely insane flips when he is air, do absolutely asinine backflips when tumbling on the ground. This is all for team morale and it’s working?! The Casper Kids are cheering louder than ever, shouting something, something ‘Go Phantom!’, with no context to the game. These are moves that Gotham kids have only seen vigilantes do and these kids from nowhere are performing them for a football game. Victoria absolutely faints on the spot because even if Gotham Academy wins the game being out cheered by a middle class school is absolutely embarrassing.
But the thing is Casper High actually wins the game, which is a genuine shocker to all the Casper High students who went to go watch the game. The cheer team boosted morale so much that it actually won them the game. When Victoria wakes up, she immediately faints again when she sees the score.
Solo Leveling AU where some Guild person notices Sung Jin-woo is in a lot of raids, and goes ‘that guy’s very hard-working and experienced, we should probably recruit’ and goes to look him up and goes ‘HOLY SHIT THIS DUDE IS HOW WEAK AND HE’S DONE HOW MANY MISSIONS WITH SHIT EQUIPMENT WITHOUT GETTING GANKED???! You’re telling me someone who might as well not be a hunter at all has been doing missions on pure skill?!?’
And Sung Jin-woo gets immediately snapped up at a good salary with a family health plan to make it hard for anyone else to headhunt him and assigned to babysitting the newbs and teaching them his survival skills.
Because they probably lose a lot of hunters to overconfidence, overreliance on their powers, and pure inexperience, on top of untrustworthy other hunters. Inn order to git gud, people have to survive long enough to get good, and Sung Jun-woo is the master of that.
Not just the guild’s newbies: the guild person realizes what a huge opportunity for recruitment he’s got here and cuts a deal with the Hunter Association for intro dungeon runs for newbies, open to all, which gives his guild a chance to win over the new talent.
And Sung Jin-woo has such Big Brother Energy~ So you end up with a few years where every new hunter with two brain cells to rub together and a working survival instinct had a three month-long course with Sung-ssaem and his friends making them lunches and teaching them how to watch each other’s backs and leapfrog and use teamwork to leverage power synergies. With an A-rank hunter from the guild or the association along in case they need backup who defers to Sung-ssaem despite the difference in rank, helping nip delusions of high-rank godhood in the bud (the other guilds are grateful to get such well-behaved new members out of this program!).
And then near the end of one of the training courses, a safe dungeon isn’t, and organizing tactics for a group retreat leads Sung Jin-woo to realize that he specifically is being targeted when Woo Jin-chul and the baby tanks can’t hold aggro… And he’s responsible for these kids, and he knows his sister and Mom will be well looked-after…
In the aftermath it becomes clear that some force targeted the clear choice for next head of the hunter’s association for some kind of fuckery? Like, giving phenomenal cosmic power to Sung-ssaem is *nodsnods* and indicates a being with good taste, but this punishment shit??
Sung Jun-woo’s rep in hunter circles and online as ‘the kindergarten teacher of Korea.’ On the island raid at first his former students were excited to show him how badass they’d gotten and let him be the one to get learning on the job while being looked after to pay him back, but then shit went down, Sung-ssaem went ‘not my students you don’t’ and The Kindergarten Teacher Put The Boss In Time-Out (shadow army servitude). Giant effing wyvern? ‘Sung-ssaem’s newest TA’ Sung Jin-woo putting shadow army members in the shadows of all his former students is memed as ‘the buddy system~’
Korean hunters and shadow army: Sung-ssaem/Shadow Monarch Protection Squad Go!
Monsters, normals, hunters from other-countries: That is a whole-ass OP eldritch necromancer.
The rough schematics of "The Citadel" from my fanfic "Gotham Misfits" on ao3. The Citadel is the secret base in Gotham for Tim's team, now named "the Guards".
Tim: okay everyone just… act normal tonight
please
PLEASE
Dick: Define “normal”
Jason: What did you do
Cass: 👀
Tim: nothing!!
nothing illegal!!!
just.
just dinner.
simple.
civilized.
family dinner. 🧍♂️
Damian: If you’re acting suspicious, I’m bringing a weapon.
Bruce: No weapons at the dinner table.
Damian: Too late.
Alfred: The food will be served at 7:30 sharp. Please refrain from traumatizing each other until dessert.
[7:32 PM – Wayne Manor Dining Room]
Everyone is seated. Food is passed. Tension is suspiciously low. Then…
Dick (whispering to Jason): yo who’s the guy next to Tim? 👀
Jason: Idk but Tim’s looking at him like he hangs the stars
Cass: 👁️👄👁️ they’re holding hands under the table
Bruce (barely hiding surprise): Tim. Who is your… guest?
Tim (sweating bullets): This is Danny! My boyfriend! Of 2 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days! …Surprise 😅
Danny: Hey. :) Nice mashed potatoes, by the way.
Cue stunned silence. Until—
Damian (squinting intensely at Danny): “…Out of 8 billion people… you chose HIM? You couldn’t find anyone better—BROTHER?”
Tim (scandalized): “HEY!! Leave him alone! I love him!”
Damian (deadpan): “I was talking to MY brother, Timothy.”
[Entire table goes silent. Fork clatters. Jason chokes. Dick drops his wine. Cass looks delighted.]
Bruce (visibly malfunctioning): You have a brother?
Tim: I’m sorry, WHAT??
Danny (shrugging, sipping water): Yeah. Hi. I’m Danyal al Ghul. Heir to the Demon. Escaped at ten. Been vibing ever since.
Damian: This is an insult. You didn’t even ask for permission to court my brother Drake (oops we r back to last names). My actual brother. Biological. Blood-related.
Jason: Tim’s dating a former assassin prince. Who is B's son, blood son. That’s SO on brand for you.
Dick: This is better than Netflix
Cass: 💚 new brother 💚
Bruce (massaging temples): I need a drink.
Alfred (bringing wine): Already poured, sir.
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Danny and Tim are married. (Sacrificial Bride, Meddling Ancients, Tax Benefits, etc.; exact details are dealer's choice.)
The Bats do not know Tim is married. They find out because Tim gets grievously injured. High on pain, blood loss, and/or the good drugs; he turns to the nearest Bat and slurs out, "Don't tell my husband."
tbh my favourite dynamic for jaytim is the whole "i'm the dog they put in with the cheetah to prevent it going crazy" and "i'm the cheetah threatening to go crazy" except jason thinks he's the cheetah and tim is the dog but it becomes rapidly apparent at time goes on that tim is the cheetah and jason has to desperately wrangle him from destroying things he shouldn't
Jason is having a brothers day out with Dick. The once a month they let the other in on their inner most thoughts.
“So any thoughts of dating?” Dick asked, setting a beer in front of Jason before sitting with his own.
Jason snorts, “An alpha wouldn’t want me.”
“Come on Little Wing,” Dick insists, “a traditional alpha would like the fact you cook and take care of kids well. A non traditional alpha would love your independence and resourcefulness. What’s not to like about you!”
“No alpha wants an omega that can break them in half.”
900 miles away Danny Fenton sits at Nasty Burger with his friends. He was the only alpha in Amity Park that weighed 180 pounds soaking wet.
“Look, there might be someone outside of this small town that likes small alphas,” Sam tries to point out.
“Yeah,” Tucker backs her up, “statistically you’ll find a better match in a global city like New York or Gotham.”
“I did qualify for a Gotham U scholarship,” Danny says. Tucker grasps Danny’s shoulder and shakes it while Sam slaps the table excitedly.
“See!” She exclaims, “already looking at the bright side! We’ll help you pack, set up a dating profile, and plan rogue attack escape routes.”
“Oh! And catch you up to speed on the bats—”
Danny smiled sadly as his friends talked about to do lists and must haves. He’s grateful for them but he knows that there’s no omega out there that would want an alpha they could push over with their pinkie.
Danny has found out that he tends to stay awake for weeks, if not months, at a time.
However, when he does sleep, he needs to sleep for a way longer time than people sleep.
Usually about one or three thousand years.
Clockwork and he figure it has to do with his body starting to absorb the Time Amulet that he shoved into his chest; his core, still growing, started to think that this foreign power source was supposed to be taken in, and has started to do so.
Danny's core is still ice, but it's also adapting the power of the Time Amulet to that; basically, Danny is mostly immune to time shenanigans naturally, and the other side effect is a huge influx of power to his core.
Problem; that is a lot of power, and Danny's body needs a lot of time to rest in ghost form to handle it without destabilizing.
So because he doesn't want to miss living his life with his family, he and Clockwork figure something out.
When he gets sleepy, and it's time for him to Sleep frfr instead of just an 8 hour catnap, Clockwork sends him to a different dimension that works on a different timeframe.
He gets a room especially made, hidden from the denizens of that world, full of never-rotting timeless comforts like pillows and blankets, and he gets to sleep.
They repurpose some of the Skeleton Army he won from Pariah Dark to serve him while he rests; they make sure he's clean, that the sheets and pillows are clean, and that snacks and drinks are available for his brief moments of wakefulness.
In this particular world, however, his sleeping chambers have been found, and he's being worshipped as the god of a cult.
They've carved a hole above his chambers, and for the most part haven't been too obtrusive, so the Skeleton Army lets them keep that hole. The cult has been sending food and treasure down, and since the Skeleton Army's primary purpose is to ensure Danny is well-fed whenever he wakes up and comfortable, they allow this.
Then the cult drops Bart Allen in the sleeping chambers, deliberately angling him so that he lands on Danny's pillow-bed, fully intending to use him to both wake up their sleeping god and be a sacrifice.
By the time Wally gets down there, ready to save Bart and defend him, the Skeleton Army is gently trying to pry the sleeping gods arms off of Bart, who has apparently become a living teddy bear for this thing.
"Uh..."
"I think they're trying to save me? This god likes to cuddle, I guess."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I think he's just super tired. He might let go if you find a good enough replacement."
"Why can't you just phase out?"
"What if I wake him up and he starts searching for me? We gotta find something else he can cuddle with."
So Wally leaves on a quest, darting all over the world and bringing back huge stuffed animals in an attempt to find one that the god will accept as a substitute for Bart.
Bart, meanwhile, is living it up.
The Skeleton Army makes sure he's fed, there's like, a lot of video games that the cult threw down here, and while he is antsy cuz he can't move, at least this is actually the most comfortable bed he's ever been on.
But he is getting kinda bored, and none of the stuffed animals Wally is bringing in are working.
Tim looks up from his laptop. The boy in front of him looks like he's been dragged to Hell a week ago and just made it back: smudges of soot on his face, his not-so-white t-shirt smelling of smoke, and a nasty looking burn on his hand that he somehow doesn't even pay attention to. Tim thinks back to his mental list of 'Rogues currently on the loose', but it's only Ivy and Harley (who don't even count anymore), and Penguin, who is not known for setting things on fire.
"I can call 911 for you, if you want?" He offers, because this is still Gotham. Despite the fact that a slightly scorched guy casually walking into a coffee shop is not something out of the ordinary here, he's not giving his phone to strangers.
The guy grimaces and starts aggressively rummaging through his pockets.
"No, thanks, ACAB and all that, and they won't do shit here anyway," he says, and then pulls a handful of tangled golden jewelry — rings, chains, necklaces with various gems in them — from his pocket and places it on the table in front of Tim. "I need your phone," he repeats.
Tim stares. First, at the gold — these things look antique, and his parents were archeologists, he knows what he's talking about — then, back at the guy. He looks... ordinary, sans the dirt and smell.
But the burn on his hand looks significantly more healed than it did just a minute ago.
Thankfully, Tim has already had his cup of morning coffee. Which means he is thinking very rationally when he does get his phone out of his pocket and hands it to the guy, just to see what he does next.
"Thanks," the guy grins at him, plucking the phone out of Tim's hand and unlocking it. Tim's eyebrows shoot up — there's a password there! — but the stranger is already dialing in a number and pressing the phone to his ear.
It takes less than a second before someone evidently picks up, and the guy starts talking.
"I have less than three minutes before the phone dies, so listen very carefully. Etrigan is fine, Jason is not, Klarion is still being a bitch. Dora won't help anymore, so you're on your own until Sam makes it there with the staff. I'm in Gotham because, apparently, mazes and I don't mix well together, so if you could summon me back, that'd be cool," he says, a look of mild annoyance on his face.
Tim is back to staring at him. He recognizes some of the names, and, well, one could have been an oddity, two a coincidence, but three is a pattern.
"The fuck you mean you can't, I gave you the incantation two months ago!" The guy raises his voice, his foot tapping on the floor in frustration. "Do you think I just go around giving my summons to people for shits and giggles? Like, yeah, have a spell that unleashes a cosmic being of immeasurable power, use it as a bookmark!"
This interaction, despite Tim only hearing one side of it, gets more and more alarming with every word.
But then, the boy suddenly straightens up and stills, his eyes flashing bright, unpleasantly familiar green.
"You what?" He asks, his voice slipping from just angry to quietly enraged hiss, "Sold it to whom?!" But, before he gets an answer, Tim's phone makes a thin, tiny buzzing sound, and the guy takes it off his ear, looking at the screen.
"No, no-no-no," he mutters, shaking it like that would make it work. To no avail, though: the phone screen flashes a few times and goes black. The guy curses. At least Tim thinks it's a curse because he doesn't understand a word, but the stranger's face and intonation are telling.
"Useless fucking moron of a human, I swear I'm going to drown you in cow shit once this is over," he switches to English, dropping the phone on the table right by the small pile of gold, "I'll bargain your pathetic soul from everyone you've ever dealt with and give it to the Observants, and maybe, after a few millenia of endless Council paperwork, I'll have mercy and sell it back to Lucifer and watch him fry you on a skillet."
...Whoever the boy is, Tim absolutely refuses to ever piss him off, okay. That's an impressive threat to even make, not to mention being able to go through with it.
"Do you need help?" He asks cautiously. If he is getting his context clues right, this is something that involves JLD, and maybe John Constantine specifically since Tim doesn't know any other man who is a magic user, sold his soul numerous times, would care about Etrigan's wellbeing, and could invoke this kind of murderous intent.
The boy looks back at him, his eyes back to normal blue.
"Huh? Oh, no, I doubt this can be helped," he waves Tim off and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Sorry about the phone, but, unless you have a way to yeet me across the globe so I end up in London in the next twenty minutes..." he shrugs, smiling in that helpless 'nothing you can do here' way.
Tim picks up his phone. It's dead, wholly and completely, won't even turn on when he tries.
He really, really shouldn't do that. This is definitely none of his business, and very much out of his capabilities and area of expertise.
But he thinks about the zeta-tube in the Cave.
"Actually," he says, and the guy's eyes snap back to him, a bewildered sort of surprise on his face.
Okay. The usual Danny is related to a Batfam member. This time it’s Tim.
The twist, they both know of each other and that Danny was practically pawned off by the Drake parents to the Fentons then legally adopted. But for some reason or another the rest of the bats have no idea and Tim ain’t dragging Danny into this either so he ain’t saying shi to anyone.
Not Danny and definitely not the Batfam. Neither know about either.
That is until Tim gets onto Ra’s radar. Ya know the whole obsessed old man who keeps his spleen in a jar. Only when the demon head realizes he’s not getting to Tim through the usual means he goes for a different approach.
Stealing his little detectives younger brother. Either for creepy this is the next best thing to Tim or to try and force Tim’s hand for something or other.
Cue Danny being super confused as to why yet another crazy old dude is going on about detectives and heirs while having him tied up precariously and dangerously close to a massive puddle of the most putrid ecto ever. It’s so bad it’s making his eyes water and skin itch.
Then he gets even more confused when his brother comes in dressed to the nines in vigilante garb followed by the Funeral Furries of Gotham.
I had a fic idea but don't know where to go with it, so if you want to expand on anything feel free.
So, Danny's finally an adult who's off to college at Gotham (the STEM there is crazy for how many supervillains have doctorates). Since Vlad actually took the time to heal and grow past his issues and turned into the crazy Bi uncle he was supposed to be, Danny's got his college paid for.
In the form of $50,000 and an kinda ok motel near the upper west side.
He tried asking his former nemesis why he's done this but Vlad just told him it's so he has some "pocket change and experience".
Danny's been spending the past few weeks aceing his his STEM middling at literature and upgrading the motel into something actually decent.
His business seem to be attracting the strangest living too. That's saying something since he's got ghostly and living guests. Danny knew this place was cursed but still feels surprised every time they show up.
1st: A nice lesbian couple came on the first night cause one with green-ish skin named Pam according to the pale lady named Harley felt the vegetation get really excited when he came. He had about an hour of questioning on Ectology and who Undergrowth was.
2nd: A 10ft tall crocodile man named Waylon came in cause of Harley's recommendation, he looked like he'd run any moment. That night he made sure his staff wouldn't mistreat people like him and by the time croc left there was a glowing sign by the door about how different guests are to be treated with respect no matter how they look.
3rd: THE Red hood showed up asking about a kid who worked there. Her name's Zoe and when her parents reaction to their kid being trans was to kick her out of the house at 17. She biked to the motel to get some rest before catching the bus out of Gotham, got a job checking people in instead and has since found an actual family with the help of Amorpho a social worker Danny met a few years ago.
4th: the most recent event was when Gotham's play boy prince and his cousin Kate Kane stumbled in during his shift at the front desk. Mr. Wayne was pretending extremely well to be drunk while his cousin was wrangling him awkwardly. If Danny didn't have super senses he wouldn't have noticed he was acting, or the tracker added to his cuff when he was semi-forced to shake "Bruce, just Bruce. Everyone's always so stiff." Hand. The tracker had little legs and crawled under his shirt, creepy and fascinating.
Danny on Phone: Pick up. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up, please Jazz for once in your life pick up the phone-
Jazz's Voicemail: The number you have dialed is not available. Please leave a message-
Danny: NO! Ugh, okay, hey Jazz, it's ya boi, Danny. Could you come to Gotham and pick me up, please? Now I know I said I could handle the summer internship, and I know you said that it was a dangerous city, and you were right, so you don't have to gloat, but I really need you to come get me, okay? Code: Green Dog. If you call back and I don't answer, they got me. Love you.
Tim waiting patiently, tied up in front of Danny: Does this "Jazz" not answer their phone often? I'm sorry, it's really frustrating when they do that.
Danny: She usually has her phone on Do not disturb at this hour-wait! Stop trying to emotionally connect with me, I kidnapped you!
Tim: I'm not trying to emotionally connect with you. I'm just making conversation.
Danny: Well, stop it!
Tim: Why?
Danny: Because you don't have casual conversations with your kidnappers!
Tim: Really? I always do whenever I get kidnapped. Plus, you've been rather considerate. You only tied my ankles and wrists together, and when you threw me into the truck of your car, you put in a pillow for my head.
Danny: How....how often does this happen to you?
Tim shrugging: Once or twice a week.
Danny: A WEEK!?
Tim: Why did you take me anyway?
Danny: Um, you know Phantom- the ghost guy? He overheard the Mad Hatter bragging about using mind control on the Waynes. He ordered them to kill you in your sleep, but when I tried to warn your security team, they didn't believe me. I took you to protect you.
Tim: I see. And how does "Jazz" fit into all this? You already had me in the trunk of a getaway car.
Danny: First of all, it's not a getaway car. It's a rental, and the Mad Hatter put a hit out on us. We have to leave the city, which would be tracable in a rental.
Tim: Hmmm. Is this the part where you knock me out before you tell me not to fall in love with you?
Danny, horrified: No.
Tim: Pity.
