Call me Maia

Tired, I love reading, Preferred pronouns She/her.

[akemi2003]

Fic prompt #46

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Danny loves being a little shit. He can’t help it — it’s not only part of being a teenager (an undead ex-superhero teenager), but also part of being a ghost. It turns out ghosts aren’t malevolent; they’re just extremely petty and love getting on people’s nerves.

But as a halfa, Danny rarely has the time to indulge in that kind of behavior. Sometimes, sure — but never enough to get the tingle out of his system. Eventually, he ends up asking Clockwork for help.

Together, they come up with a very interesting and simple solution: Clockwork would message him random phrases to say — things that mean nothing to Danny, but for someone else, would make it seem like he knows what they’re thinking, knows about something embarrassing, or has noticed something they don’t want anyone to know.

The Batfam is terrified of him — and of whatever it is they think he knows.

—————

Danny quickly learns that the results are hilarious. A single, out-of-context sentence from him can make even the most stoic ghost—or human—go pale.

Clockwork insists it’s a harmless experiment in “social entropy.” Danny just calls it fun.

And really, it is. Watching Vlad choke on his wine because Danny casually mentioned “the pink tie from ʼ98,” or seeing Tucker squint suspiciously after Danny mutters “left pocket” during lunch, is enough to make the undead teen’s week.

Sure, he’s half-ghost, half-human, and full-time busy saving both worlds—but sometimes, a guy just needs a hobby.

A hobby that keep him very full even when he transfers to Gotham

——————

Danny’s first try at Clockwork’s little scheme in Gotham happens at a quiet café. He’s pretending to study — mostly doodling ghosts doing cartwheels — when his phone buzzes.

Clockwork: say “I told your mom about the glitter incident.”

Danny blinks, shrugs, and spots a small group sitting nearby. They look perfectly normal… or at least as normal as people in Gotham can look. Perfect targets.

He strolls past, flashing a casual grin. “I told your mom about the glitter incident,” he says.

Instantly, the table goes stiff. One freezes mid-sip. Another frowns so hard you’d think he just saw a ghost in his cereal. The third whispers frantically, “What glitter incident?”

Danny tilts his head innocently. “You know… the one from… uh… never mind,” he says, drifting away.

Clockwork texts:

Clockwork: they think you know everything.

Danny: i literally just made up glitter

Clockwork: chaos = perfect

Danny smirks, sipping his latte. Half-ghost, half-human, fully mischievous — and now, apparently, a master of terrifying strangers with nonsense.

[akemi2003]

The fight was over, Gotham was smoking, and the Batfam was in cleanup mode — bruised, exhausted, and pretending they hadn’t just faceplanted through half a parking lot.

Danny had only been there because his GPS led him to the wrong pizza place. He was about to head home when his phone buzzed.

Clockwork: say “So… the rubber duck thing actually worked this time?”

Danny frowned at the message. Weird, even for Clockwork. Still, harmless fun, right? He glanced across the street — at the group of costumed vigilantes standing in the debris — and shrugged.

“So…” he called out, voice casual, “the rubber duck thing actually worked this time?”

Instant chaos.

Red Robin froze mid-keystroke. Nightwing’s eyes went huge. Red Hood let out the most painful-sounding groan imaginable. Even Robin, who normally had the emotional range of a brick, looked mortified.

Batman, naturally, turned immediately toward them. “What did he mean by that?”

Four simultaneous, overlapping responses followed:

“Nothing!”

“Inside joke!”

“He’s mistaken!”

“Totally unrelated to anything we’ve ever done, sir!”

Batman’s eyes narrowed. “There was a ‘rubber duck thing’?”

“NO!” the entire team chorused, way too fast.

Across the street, Danny raised an awkward little wave. “Uh… good job tonight, I guess?”

They stared at him like he’d just threatened national security.

Batman turned back to the others. “Do we know him?”

“Random civilian,” Tim blurted.

“Total coincidence,” Dick added.

Jason muttered, “If he talks, we’re all doomed.”

Batman gave them a long, suspicious look before stalking off toward the Batmobile.

The second he was out of earshot, Dick hissed, “Why would you SAY that out loud in public?!”

Tim snapped, “I didn’t—he did!”

Jason growled, “If Bruce ever finds out what ‘rubber duck’ means, we’re all dead.”

Damian crossed his arms. “You deserve it for naming a stealth plan after bath toys.”

Meanwhile, Danny wandered away, checking his phone again.

Clockwork: they’re panicking.

Danny: i don’t even know what i said.

Clockwork: oh, it’s hilarious.

Danny: should i ask what it means?

Clockwork: only if you want to die confused.

Danny snorted into his soda. He had no idea what “the rubber duck thing” actually was — but given how red those vigilantes’ faces got, he was definitely going to text that phrase again.

—————————-

It had been three days since the incident.

Three days since some random college kid had casually dropped the phrase in public — the phrase that must never, ever reach Batman’s ears.

Nightwing was still haunted by it. Red Hood refused to talk about it. Tim had purged half the mission reports just in case, and Damian kept muttering about “the shame of associating with idiots.”

Unfortunately, Batman had questions.

They were gathered in the Batcave, surrounded by screens and tension, when Bruce finally said it.

“Tell me,” he began slowly, “what exactly was the ‘rubber duck thing’?”

Instant panic.

Dick laughed way too loudly. “Ha! Rubber ducks! You know, kids’ toys! Total coincidence, not a—uh—thing.”

Tim jumped in. “Exactly! We were just… testing… decoy tech! For stealth! You know, like how ducks—uh—float!”

Jason muttered, “Oh my god, you’re making it worse.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed. “You named a stealth op after bath toys?”

“Technically,” Dick said, sweating, “you named it. We just… ran with it!”

That did not help.

And then, as if summoned by irony itself, a text pinged on the Batcomputer. Untraceable number. Unknown sender. Just one line:

So… are we doing the rubber duck thing again tonight? ;)

Tim went white.

Jason swore violently.

Dick looked like he was about to start praying.

Batman’s voice dropped to glacier temperature. “Who sent that?”

“Uh,” Tim croaked, “just a random… fan? Civilian? Definitely not related to us!”

“Find him.”

“NO!” Dick said too quickly. “I mean—uh—why waste resources, right? Harmless joke! Ducks! Totally normal!”

Bruce gave him the world’s longest, slowest, I-know-you’re-lying stare before turning back to the Batmobile.

“…We’ll discuss this later.”

The moment the elevator doors closed, the entire cave erupted.

Jason threw his helmet on the floor. “I’m gonna haunt that guy.”

Tim groaned into his hands. “He’s everywhere. His number’s untraceable. How is he doing this?”

Damian scowled. “Perhaps this is punishment for your idiocy.”

Dick sighed. “If Bruce ever finds out what it really means, we’re all grounded until the next century.”

Meanwhile, across Gotham, Danny was lying on his dorm bed, snickering at his phone.

Danny: they’re still freaking out about the duck thing, huh?

Clockwork: completely. it’s delightful.

Danny: can i send another one?

Clockwork: i was hoping you’d ask.

Danny grinned, typing another message with absolutely no idea that he’d just reignited a full-scale Bat-level panic.

——————————

Batman had him cornered.

Literally. One second Danny was walking out of a coffee shop, the next there was a six-foot shadow looming over him in an alley, cape and all.

“Daniel Fenton,” Batman said, voice low enough to rumble. “You’ve been sending coded messages to my team.”

Danny sipped his coffee. “Yup.”

Bruce paused. “You admit it?”

“Sure do.”

“…How?”

Danny just grinned. “Trade secret.”

That threw Batman for exactly half a second — no one ever called it that tone. “This isn’t a game.”

“Oh, it’s totally a game,” Danny said cheerfully. “You’re just losing.”

Batman took a slow step forward, the kind that made hardened criminals confess on the spot. “You will tell me how you know those phrases.”

Danny tilted his head, pretending to think about it. “Hmm… nah.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed behind the cowl. “You’re playing with things you don’t understand.”

“Oh, I understand plenty.” Danny’s grin widened, just on the edge of smug. “Like the fact you really don’t want the others finding out what ‘the pink mug incident’ was.”

Batman froze.

“…What?”

Danny sipped his coffee again. “Oh, nothing. Just, you know… the mug. With the hearts. And the glitter paint.”

A long, tense silence followed.

Batman’s jaw clenched. “How do you know about that?”

Danny shrugged. “Like I said — trade secret.”

“…You will not repeat that to anyone.”

Danny’s grin turned absolutely devilish. “So it is true?”

The Batglare intensified. “Mr. Fenton.”

Danny leaned against the wall, utterly relaxed. “Relax, big guy. Your secret’s safe with me.” He winked. “Besides, I think it’s kinda cute.”

Batman stiffened. “We’re done here.” He turned abruptly, cape snapping as he vanished into the shadows — far faster than usual.

Up on a nearby rooftop, the Batfam had been eavesdropping the entire time.

Nightwing’s voice crackled through the comms. “…Did he just run away?”

Tim sounded horrified. “He never runs away.”

Jason snorted. “Okay, I need to know what the pink mug thing is.”

“Don’t,” Dick said flatly. “Some things are sacred.”

Damian frowned. “So Father once possessed a pink mug?”

Jason cackled. “Apparently one with glitter hearts.”

Tim groaned. “We’re all dead.”

Back on the street, Danny checked his phone.

Clockwork: excellent work. he’s off-balance.

Danny: what’s the pink mug thing?

Clockwork: oh, just a heartfelt gift from someone he refuses to acknowledge.

Danny: oh my ancients, that’s adorable.

Clockwork: isn’t it? now text him “don’t forget to use a coaster.”

Danny grinned wickedly. “On it.”

—————————

It had been months since the “Pink Mug Incident.”

Months since the Batfam had collectively decided never to speak of that weird kid again — or his terrifying ability to know things no one should.

Everyone had moved on.

…Except Tim Drake.

⸻

Downtown Gotham, Saturday Afternoon.

Tim was actually having a decent day for once. Civvies on, no patrols, no rogue alerts. Just a calm lunch with Bernard and a couple of friends from WE.

They’d just sat down when Bernard looked up and smiled. “Hey, isn’t that guy from your biochem class?”

Tim followed his gaze — and almost choked on his drink.

It was him.

Danny Fenton. The walking, talking secret detector.

He was standing at the counter, ordering coffee with that same unbothered grin.

No way. Tim slumped in his seat, trying to shrink behind the menu. “No. Not him. Not today.”

Bernard blinked. “What?”

“Don’t make eye contact. Don’t—oh Ancients, he’s coming this way—”

“Ancients?” Bernard repeated, confused.

“Just act normal,” Tim whispered, eyes wide.

Danny approached the next table over, carrying his coffee. He smiled at Bernard. “Hey, nice to see you again! Cute keychain, by the way. Didn’t think you’d put that one back on your bag after the ‘locker thing.’”

Bernard froze. “…What?”

Tim’s soul left his body.

Bernard blinked, confused. “How did you—wait, have we met?”

Danny tilted his head. “Hmm? Oh, maybe I saw you around campus.” He sipped his drink, perfectly casual. “Anyway, that was a wild day, huh?”

Bernard laughed awkwardly. “Yeah, totally—uh—” He turned to Tim. “Wait, did I tell you about the locker thing?”

Tim was pale. “No. No, you didn’t.”

Bernard frowned. “Oh. Weird.”

Danny smiled, friendly as ever. “Anyway, have a good one!”

And just like that, he was gone — out the door, walking away, whistling like the embodiment of chaos in a hoodie.

Bernard watched him go. “He seems nice.”

Tim stared blankly at his coffee. “He’s not. He’s a menace.”

Bernard laughed. “Tim, he just mentioned a keychain.”

Tim looked at him like he’d just said the Joker was “a little quirky.” “No. You don’t understand. He knows things. Personal things.”

Bernard grinned. “Like what, your secret identity?”

Tim froze. “…Why would you say that.”

“…Wait.” Bernard squinted. “Oh my god, do you have one?”

Tim slumped over the table. “I hate my life.”

⸻

That night, in the Batfam group chat:

Red Robin: he struck again.

Nightwing: bro.

Red Robin: he talked to Bernard.

Red Hood: oh no.

Red Robin: HE KNEW ABOUT THE LOCKER INCIDENT.

Robin: what locker incident.

Red Robin: THAT’S NOT THE POINT.

Batman: stop engaging.

Red Robin: YOU DON’T GET IT. HE’S EVOLVING.

⸻

Meanwhile, across the city, Danny was sitting on his dorm bed, giggling into his phone.

Danny: I said “locker thing.” You think he bought it?

Clockwork: he believes you are an omniscient being of embarrassment.

Danny: …so, success?

Clockwork: absolutely.

[akemi2003]

It started simple.

Bernard ran into Danny again one afternoon after class — same coffee shop, same easy grin. This time, Danny waved first.

“Hey, muffin guy!”

Bernard laughed. “You’re not seriously making that stick, are you?”

“Already did,” Danny said, sliding into the seat across from him. “You want the last chocolate one again?”

“…You’re dangerous,” Bernard said, but he smiled.

And just like that, it became a thing — casual coffees, quick lunches, the kind of effortless friendship that happens when two people are both a little too good at pretending everything’s fine.

Danny was funny, charming in an offbeat way. He had this energy — a mix of sarcasm and kindness that pulled people in. And he actually listened when Bernard talked.

But sometimes — just sometimes — he’d say something that made Bernard pause.

⸻

One afternoon, they were walking across campus when Bernard complained about his lab group.

“Every week, someone sets off the safety alarm. I swear, at this point it’s a tradition.”

Danny hummed thoughtfully, sipping his soda. “You’re not the one who tripped it last semester, right? During the… er, vinegar thing?”

Bernard stopped. “How do you—okay, that was one time.”

Danny grinned. “Lucky guess?”

“Yeah, right,” Bernard said, shaking his head, laughing it off — because what else could he do?

⸻

Another time, they were at the student union, and Bernard’s phone buzzed with a message. He frowned at it, typing quickly.

Danny tilted his head. “He texted again?”

Bernard blinked. “How’d you—”

“You made that face,” Danny said smoothly, smiling like it was the most normal thing in the world. “You always do when you get a text from him.”

Bernard laughed, flustered. “Do I?”

“Yeah,” Danny said, “but don’t worry. It’s cute.”

Bernard’s face went a little pink, and he looked away, smiling into his drink.

⸻

A few weeks in, they’d gotten close enough that Bernard started inviting him to hang out with his other friends. Danny got along weirdly well with everyone — like he already knew how to make each person laugh.

Tim hated it.

Every time Bernard mentioned “my friend Danny,” Tim’s stomach did a little flip.

Because he knew. He knew what Danny was. Not a ghost, not exactly, but something worse — a supernatural chaos gremlin who could reduce Batman himself to awkward silence.

And now he was bonding with Tim’s boyfriend.

⸻

It all came to a head one evening at Bernard’s apartment. Danny and Bernard were playing cards, chatting lazily.

Bernard laughed. “Okay, I have to know — how do you do that? You always call my bluff.”

Danny smiled, eyes gleaming. “Maybe I’m just good at reading people.”

Bernard smirked. “No, seriously.”

Danny leaned forward, elbows on the table. “You really wanna know?”

“Yeah.”

Danny lowered his voice, almost conspiratorial. “Okay. It’s because you twitch your left thumb when you’re lying. And you always look at your cards twice when you’re sure you’re gonna win.”

Bernard blinked. “That’s… actually true.”

Danny grinned. “See? Totally normal.”

⸻

Later that night, when Bernard mentioned Danny to Tim over dinner, Tim tried to play it cool.

“So, you’ve been hanging out with him a lot lately.”

“Yeah,” Bernard said. “He’s great! Weird, but great. You’d like him.”

Tim smiled thinly. “Oh, I bet I would.”

Bernard laughed. “What’s that tone supposed to mean?”

“Nothing,” Tim said quickly. “Just… be careful, okay?”

“Of what? He’s a sweetheart.”

Tim sighed. “That’s what he wants you to think.”

Bernard raised an eyebrow. “Tim, he brings me muffins and helps me study. He’s not an assassin.”

Tim muttered under his breath, “You’d be surprised.”

⸻

Meanwhile, back at his dorm, Danny texted Clockwork:

Danny: we’re friends now. mission accomplished?

Clockwork: almost. soon he’ll trust you completely.

Danny: and then?

Clockwork: then you tell him his plants are judging him.

Danny grinned. “Perfect.”

—————————

It started with lunch.

Bernard had texted Tim, asking if he wanted to grab a bite with him and “his friend Danny.”

Tim had almost typed absolutely not before remembering he couldn’t sound suspicious.

So he went.

It was supposed to be a casual lunch.

No costumes. No chaos.

Just three normal guys eating sandwiches.

Except the moment Tim saw Danny’s grin across the table, he knew fate hated him.

“Hey, Hoodie Boy,” Danny said cheerfully.

Tim inhaled sharply through his nose. “Hi, Danny.”

Bernard smiled between them. “You two still doing that weird energy thing?”

Danny just shrugged. “Must be static.”

Tim muttered, “Feels more like shock.”

⸻

They were halfway through their food when Bernard’s phone buzzed. He glanced at it and frowned.

“Hey, my friend Duke’s around the corner. Mind if he joins us?”

Before Tim could say no, Danny smiled. “Sure! The more, the merrier.”

Tim slumped. “Of course he is.”

Duke arrived a few minutes later, clearly not expecting to walk into a social minefield.

“Hey, guys—oh. You’re here.”

Danny waved. “Hey, sunshine boy! Haven’t seen you since that traffic-light thing!”

Duke froze mid-step. “…What traffic-light thing.”

Danny blinked. “Oh, sorry, thought you were someone else. You just have that ‘I fix things I shouldn’t have broken’ vibe.”

Bernard laughed. “Man, you are way too observant.”

Duke shot Tim a look.

Tim’s only reply was a long, slow blink that said please don’t start.

⸻

A few tables away, Dick and Jason sat disguised under baseball caps — “just keeping an eye on things,” as Batman put it.

“Do we have to do this?” Jason grumbled. “The kid’s harmless.”

“Harmless?” Dick whispered. “He broke Bruce with one sentence.”

Jason smirked. “Yeah, but it was hilarious.”

Danny glanced up suddenly, catching their eyes for just a split second.

He grinned and raised his cup in their direction.

“Hey, Dick! Jason! Try not to argue about the donuts this time!”

Dick froze. Jason nearly choked on his coffee.

Bernard turned. “Wait, you guys know him too?”

Tim slammed his head into his hands. “Please stop talking.”

⸻

Later that night in the Batcave group chat:

Nightwing: okay, he saw us through TWO disguises.

Red Hood: and called out the donut fight. wtf.

Signal: he mentioned a traffic light incident that never made it off the encrypted comms.

Red Robin: do you see now why I’m concerned.

Robin: perhaps he is a god.

Batman: he is not a god.

Robin: you cannot be certain.

Batman: …

⸻

Meanwhile, Bernard texted Danny later that night:

Bernard: do you actually know all those guys??

Danny: oh yeah! Gotham’s a small city :)

Bernard: you’re so weird lmao

Danny: thanks! <3

Danny set down his phone, grinning as it buzzed again.

Clockwork: delightful as always. they still fear you.

Danny: yeah, but Bernard’s great. he thinks I’m just “weird.”

Clockwork: that’s the ideal outcome. keep it that way. next week, tell Red Hood his favorite helmet squeaks.

Danny: …how do you even know that?

Clockwork: omniscience, dear boy.

Danny: right. cool. love that for us.

Danny sighed, stretching with a smug little smile.

“Guess I’ll keep being a little shit.”

——————————

Jason didn’t plan to run into Danny Fenton again.

He was just doing a regular patrol through the Narrows — low-level stuff, quiet night — when he spotted the kid leaving a late-night diner, laughing with Bernard.

Red Hood froze on the rooftop.

Bernard.

Danny.

Together.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he muttered.

Because sure, Tim’s boyfriend was sweet. Nice guy. But he’d somehow befriended the walking anomaly who haunted half the Batfam’s nightmares — the one who could casually ruin Bruce’s composure with a single sentence.

And Jason was done wondering how.

So he followed.

⸻

They split up after a few blocks — Bernard heading toward his apartment, Danny cutting through an alley toward the university side of town.

Jason dropped down silently, landing in front of him.

Danny stopped, blinking at the red helmet in front of him. “Oh. Hey, Helmet Guy.”

Jason crossed his arms. “We’ve talked about this. Red Hood.”

“Right, right.” Danny grinned. “You’re the one with the helmet collection.”

Jason stiffened. “Excuse me?”

Danny’s grin widened just slightly. “What? You just… seem like a guy with a lot of helmets.”

Jason took a slow breath. “You’ve been messing with us for months. How do you do it? Microphones? Bugs? Psychic powers?”

Danny tilted his head. “Have you tried—” he mimed a swirling gesture “—just chilling?”

Jason took a step forward. “I’m serious, Fenton.”

“Wow, you know my name. Romantic,” Danny teased.

Jason’s hand twitched. “I could shoot you.”

“You could,” Danny said cheerfully, “but then you’d have to explain to Batman why you shot a random college kid who complimented your helmet.”

Jason paused. “…Okay, that’s fair.”

They stared at each other for a beat — Jason sizing him up, Danny looking entirely too relaxed for someone facing an armed vigilante.

Then Danny said, almost casually, “Oh, by the way, the squeaky one’s still your favorite.”

Jason froze. “…What.”

Danny smiled. “You know, the one that makes the noise when you tilt your head just right? You keep it clean, though. Impressive.”

Jason’s jaw actually dropped. “How—”

Danny shrugged, stepping past him. “Guess I’m just observant.”

Jason spun around, but Danny was already halfway down the alley, hands in his pockets, whistling something that sounded suspiciously like the Batman: The Animated Series theme.

⸻

The next morning in the Batfam group chat:

Red Hood: I hate him.

Nightwing: what did he do this time?

Red Hood: he knows which helmet squeaks.

Red Robin: HE KNOWS EVERYTHING.

Robin: perhaps it is penance for your poor stealth maintenance.

Batman: do not engage with him further.

Red Hood: i could take him.

Red Robin: you couldn’t even track him last time.

Red Hood: that was a tactical retreat.

Nightwing: sure it was.

⸻

Meanwhile, Danny was back at the diner that afternoon, sipping a milkshake and texting Clockwork.

Danny: so jason definitely suspects me again.

Clockwork: delightful. did you use the helmet line?

Danny: yeah. he looked like he was buffering.

Clockwork: splendid. next time, mention that Dick still hides cereal boxes in the ceiling panels.

Danny: you’re evil.

Clockwork: and you enjoy it.

Danny grinned into his straw. “Yeah,” he muttered, “maybe just a little.”

[geniusevilbutler]

Laughing so hard even my ancestors are on the floor and getting hiccups

[catmask]

recently ive been designing character adopts because i want to try and save some money (to be a proper adult and all) but to prevent my self from getting attached to them ive been deliberately not naming them and instead giving them ridiculous pantry-style code names like 'ibuprofen' 'white peach calpico' and 'winter melon i am allergic to'

[catmask]

the problem is now i see beautiful furry girls everywhere. i was in the shower today and saw my shampoo bottle and thought 'that could be a girl'

[geniusevilbutler]

Please tell me shampoo bottle girl exists

[evilgoosegoose]

The Phantom Triplets open a cafe in Gotham

they all take turns as cashier so they can mess with Karens

Danny works as cook, Danny fills the food he makes with passion to give people warm feelings of home and love, while also providing motivation and confidence to do the thing

Dani is in charge of the coffee, filling it with energy and excitement rather than caffeine, effectively creating a healthy coffee, with all the good flavor, and wakefulness you want, and none of the bad effects as the energy wears off gradually

Dan is in charge of pastries and bread, he loves absolutely pounding the bread as well as rolling it out, it’s therapeutic, he fills everything he makes with just a little bit of rage so that the flavor can still be exciting every time you eat it

they are all very much gremlins, but also very nice, like a group of crows you befriended, they will absolutely rock the shit of any rouge that tries to attack their cafe or any regulars of theirs

They could also be the batfam’s favorites, or their worst enemies, cause they’re offering cheap, tasty, healthy food, and feeding the poor, but also refusing to elaborate on how

Red Hood loves them though, since they all hate the Joker with a burning passion, are doing this out of the goodness of their hearts, aren’t a front, and love to mess with Batman whenever they get a chance

[lovelesslittleloser-deactivated]

Bruce: this is clearly a money laundering front.

Tim: don’t you dare take the best coffee I’ve ever had in my entire life away from me

Stephanie: literally just have a croissant, or one of their breakfast sandwiches, I promise you’ll understand, they’re SO good

Damian: they have an entire vegan menu that tastes impeccable. I am sure you are aware of how hard it is to find a place like this, father.

[hdgnj]

Danny "It's not money Laundering! We just inherited more money than we could spend in 2000 lifetimes!"

[moodycow210]

I feel like Tim would be a devotee to the coffee but be desperately trying to figure out what’s in it because it’s ‘decaf’ but it works

Is Dan in a Danny clone at this point or is he adult looking Danny vs teen danny/dani - by triplets I’m guessing looking about the same age

[geniusevilbutler]

Wait but what if:

"oh so you and Dani are twins?"

No? We are triplets? You've met Dan..?"

Just straight up 10 or something year older Dan. But them never acknowledging it or just saying: "what happens in the timeline hops stays in the timeline hops" and then refusing to elaborate at all.

Tim has many murder boards with bulk bought amounts of yarn

[writing-prompt-s]

“I never told you to train her, I told you to protect her!”

“Her training will protect her.”

“But you turned my daughter into a bloody assassin!”

[geniusevilbutler]

She's not a assasin! She was never order or paid to kill to kill anyone! How dare you think that!

"standing behind her teacher with a bloody dagger holding her finger to her lips while wiping it on a rag that looks suspiciously like a part of a sleeve" shhh

[lurukifennecfox]

Paulina was walking home from her little self-care date~ when she noticed a familiar figure, she slowed, double checked to make sure it wasn't some random civilian, grinned and-

threw her knife!

Wes caught it, because of course he did cautious bastard. And yes she realises this now that fighting on the street was not the smartest move but it was a long time since she saw her friends from Amity and they got along fairly well with Weston.

So they had a good time, she managed to nip him on the cheek with her knife (after taking it back) he left her with a new bruise (it will be gone by tomorrow noon) and then they were both taken in by the police...

And now she has to explain why she did what she did to the GCPD and Ancients help probably Batman as soon as she gets back to her apartment. Who could've guessed that having a friendly brawl would be so taboo in Gotham? (who is she kidding of course it's suspicious it looked like they were trying to kill each other to any normal person!)

and she's not sure how much she should say!

[geniusevilbutler]

Please anyone write more i beg

[bodybaggage]

Monthly Phantom Check Up

Frostbite, Danny’s overly enthusiastic yeti doctor, shows up at the Watchtower for a surprise check-up, and things get awkward fast.

———

The Watchtower was in chaos. It wasn’t a typical day of chaos—no alien invasions or time-traveling villains—but something far more uncomfortable. Frostbite, Danny Phantom’s towering Yeti doctor and self-proclaimed “Master of Ghost Medicine,” had arrived unannounced. His massive, fur-covered frame loomed in the main meeting room as he carefully unpacked a series of glowing, intimidating medical instruments.

Superman leaned over to Wonder Woman, voice low. “Is this... normal?”

Wonder Woman’s brow furrowed in thought. “I don’t think this falls under the usual protocol for supernatural beings.”

Across the room, Danny Phantom stood in all his half-dead glory—or rather, slouched in defeat, wearing a hoodie that seemed far too large for his ghostly frame. He was clearly trying to shrink away from the entire situation, one pale hand covering his face in mortification.

“Frostbite,” Danny hissed in a hushed whisper, “you couldn’t have waited until we got back to the Ghost Zone?”

Frostbite beamed, oblivious to Danny’s pleading. “Nonsense, Great One! Your health is of utmost importance, and I detected a slight imbalance in your ectoplasmic core. It must be addressed immediately!”

Batman stood against the wall, eyes narrowing as he watched the scene unfold. “Ectoplasmic core?”

Frostbite nodded solemnly as he began to prepare an absurdly long, glowing probe. “Indeed, Batman. The Great One is half-ghost, and thus, his core requires regular maintenance. There are many nuances to his biology that need tending to.”

Danny groaned. “Oh, Ancients, kill me now…”

The Justice League—gathered for what they thought was going to be a strategy meeting—could only look on in awkward silence. Aquaman coughed and pretended to adjust his trident. Green Lantern pulled up a holographic projection of the solar system, which he stared at intensely despite not needing to. Flash, of course, was barely containing his laughter, lips twitching every time Frostbite said something ridiculous.

“Now,” Frostbite continued, holding up a glowing vial of something green and gooey, “the first concern is the ectoplasm imbalance. Too much exposure to the Ghost Zone can cause buildup, which leads to... ah, let’s say, irregularities.”

Superman cleared his throat. “Irregularities?”

Frostbite nodded gravely. “Yes. In the human digestive system, it might be compared to... indigestion. But in ghosts, it manifests as random phasing, ectoplasmic leakage, and occasional transformation into a much more terrifying version of oneself.”

Superman blinked. “That sounds... worse than indigestion.”

“Oh, much worse!” Frostbite said brightly, not catching the sarcasm. “Especially during ghost puberty. It’s when the ghost’s core is developing at its most volatile stage.”

Danny’s entire face turned bright red. “Frostbite! Seriously?!”

“Ghost... puberty?” Batman echoed, voice laced with what could only be described as grim fascination.

“Indeed!” Frostbite said, now fully in doctor mode. “The Great One is well past that stage, but it’s important to note that ghost puberty can last several decades for some. Phantom’s transformations would have been wildly unpredictable for years, often triggered by emotional stress or large quantities of fast food.”

Flash actually lost it at that, letting out a snort and quickly covering his mouth. “Sorry, sorry! Just—did you say fast food?”

Danny rubbed his temples. “Yes. I went through my ‘ghost puberty’ eating burgers and stressing about math tests. Can we move on?”

Frostbite chuckled warmly. “Ah, yes. The human world does have its unique challenges for the Great One. Now, the next matter—”

“There’s more?” Danny wailed, half considering flying straight through the floor and never coming back.

“Oh, yes!” Frostbite said with far too much enthusiasm. He turned to the League. “His dual nature also means his ghost half sometimes conflicts with his human immune system. It’s a fascinating process! For example, Danny can phase through objects, but if he catches a human cold, it throws his phasing abilities off and he might accidentally phase into a wall and get stuck.”

The room went silent.

Batman stared at Danny. “You’ve... phased into a wall?”

Danny gritted his teeth, wishing for the sweet release of invisibility. “I was twelve, okay? And yes, I got stuck. It was fine.”

“Mostly fine,” Frostbite corrected, waving around a spectral thermometer. “There was that one time we had to extract you from a particularly thick brick wall in Amity Park. Took several hours.”

Wonder Woman, who had remained silent up until this point, exchanged a concerned glance with Superman. “Is this something we should... prepare for?”

Danny shot them both an exasperated look. “No. I’m not going to phase into the Watchtower’s walls. Probably.”

“Unless his ectoplasmic levels are low,” Frostbite added cheerfully. “Which is why this check-up is vital!”

As Frostbite pulled out what looked suspiciously like a ghost-themed blood pressure cuff, Danny gave up. “I’m going to die—again.”

Flash wiped away a tear of laughter, his shoulders still shaking. “This is the best day of my life. I didn’t know ghost puberty was a thing.”

“I’ll send you my research papers,” Frostbite said kindly. “There’s a great deal of fascinating biology involved!”

Danny, ignoring everyone, shot a glare at Batman, who was watching all this with far too much interest. “Don’t even think about adding this to my file.”

Batman didn’t respond, though his fingers twitched ever so slightly toward his utility belt.

Frostbite, oblivious to the ongoing awkwardness, finished prepping his tools. “Now, Great One, if you could just sit still. This next part involves extracting ectoplasmic residue from your pores—”

“I’m phasing through the floor,” Danny muttered, promptly sinking halfway through the Watchtower’s pristine floor, only his head remaining visible. “See you guys never.”

The Justice League stood in stunned silence as Frostbite packed away his tools with a serene smile.

“Very well,” Frostbite said. “I’ll schedule the next check-up for next month. Goodbye, Justice League!”

And with that, the massive Yeti doctor vanished through a portal, leaving the League standing there, trying to make sense of what they had just witnessed.

Superman finally turned to Danny, whose head was still poking out of the floor.

“Danny... you okay?”

Danny didn’t respond, choosing instead to fully disappear beneath the floor.

Flash wheezed. “I love that kid.”

[geniusevilbutler]

I'd love it if the only reason Frostibite spoke of his medical stuff, and broke the confidentiality was because Phantom had fraid bonds with all of them and considered them fully trusted family or something. Would be fun how they would react to learning that :)

Love the post!

[geniusevilbutler]

What a way to find out I'm adopted Marinette thought.

A few years after defeating hawkmoth and 5 months after she turned 21 just as paris had fully stabilized a letter with an actual wax seal arrived

"Dear Miss Marinnete I deeply regret to inform you that your biological father has passed away in a car accident, as his only child, he has left you a significant estate please contact me via the included means"

-Alfred Pennyworth.

Included in the envelope were an address a phone number and plane tickets to Gotham, America.

[fantasticstoryteller]

Tim could not help but clasp his gloved hands together as he watched the faintly glowing, floating hero in front of him. Phantom looked around the small office with wide eyed curiosity, hair floating as though he was underwater, bright green eyes never staying in one place for very long.

Tim's gaze dropped back down to the paper that had been placed in front of him. It was very neatly organized, with numbers and bullet points. It looked like a lot of effort had gone into it.

Tim knew that Bruce would give his left kidney for this paper. Or for any hint to Phantom's identity. For someone who seemed so unreservedly open, Phantom was a complete mystery.

No one knew who he was, where he was from, when he was from (sometimes it seemed like he was from the future and sometimes he said things that was like he'd been in prehistory personally), or what his power set was (his most common response to showcasing a new power in front of the Justice League was a shrug and a, "I forgot I could do that"). He was polite. Tim hadn't come across a language that Phantom couldn't speak, although he could only read English.

Tim tapped the paper in front of him. "This is..." He trailed off. He didn't know how to explain how overwhelming this is.

"A set of contingencies for dealing with me if I should ever turn evil, yes," agreed Phantom. Calmly. Easily. As if he wasn't creating upheaval in Tim's mind.

Tim stared at Phantom. Phantom was still interested in his office. Well. In Red Robin's office. "Why are you giving this to me?" he asked. "Everyone knows that Batman's the one who has contingencies on everyone."

Phantom nodded, still not meeting Tim's gaze. "True," he acknowledged. "Everyone knows." Those bright green eyes turned to Tim. "But I don't trust Batman."

Tim opened his mouth to argue. To point out how everyone trusted Batman, even after a villain stole his plans and tried to wipe out the League. Everyone looked up to Batman.

Phantom's next words froze Tim's throat. "I trust you."

[geniusevilbutler]

"Listen here Red robin. I've been doing side missions for the personification and guardian of time itself. The amount of alternate futures I've seen where Batman is a hero? Especially one that can see more than black and white? Enemies and Allies? Maybe 1 in 20."

Tim had about 50 questions from what Phantom just casually said, but before he could even open his mouth Phantom held up is hand.

"The amount of timelines where you are not a hero? I haven't encountered any in the thousands I've visited. You know what needs to be done. And when."

Stunned Tim replied "thank you... I'll prepare but I hope it'll never come to this"

"I know you will Thank you Tim"

Before Tim Drake could react to hearing his name from someone who he knew didn't learn it in this timeline. Phantom had already vanished.

Looking down at the folder. He noticed it suddenly had a glowing green sticky note on it:

"None of yourselves have failed him. Don't be the first.

~Clockwork"

[teaboot]

Can we see the jacket? Please?

The outside is almost finished!!

It's made out of multiple jackets so the blacks don't match up but I'm gonna pick up more black dye tomorrow and see what I can do about it!!

[teaboot]

Should I sew patches onto this and make it my new battle jacket or nah?

Sew patches on

Leave it as it is

Do something else (tags)

Voting ended onJul 29, 2024

[hugsandchaos]

Okay, so what if Danny and Ellie crashed on Themyscira? When Danny wakes up from passing out, instead of just crying, he turns to the person in the room and demands to know what they did to his sister. He doesn’t trust them one bit when they say she’s okay until she’s brought into the room, safe and sound. Ellie also wanted her big brother because he passed out and practically pounced him when she saw him awake.

Most of the time, Danny stays as alert as he can and keeps glaring at everyone, with Ellie being an exception. He acts very sweet and considerate towards her, and is very patient with her. They still act like siblings sometimes, though. Ellie likes to annoy Danny into chasing her, and it works almost every time. Ellie has told the women there stories about Danny taking care of her. The Amazons think it’s admirable that even though Danny’s a child himself, he acts so much like a guardian, but are saddened by the fact that he has to.

Later on, when he’s starting to trust them, Wonder Woman comes back to visit and investigate. Danny’s very unhappy. In his mind, she works for the Justice League and the Justice League works with the government. You know who works for the government she works with? The G.I.W., and to him, that automatically means that the Justice League knows about them and doesn’t have a problem with it. If they did, they would’ve done something by now.

He avoids her and keeps Ellie by his side or behind him. She trusts his judgment, so she doesn’t argue much when he says to not let Wonder Woman touch her, which is a shame because she’s one of Ellie’s favorites. When Wonder Woman is near Ellie, Danny watches her like a hawk and steps in to pull Ellie away if he thinks things are getting bad.

Wonder Woman definitely notices his behavior. The constant glaring, putting himself between her and his sister, the obvious distrust, his attempts to herd Ellie away from her, and the anxious hand twitching whenever she gets close to Ellie. She knows not everyone likes her, but that’s to be expected when you’re a hero. Someone’s bound to disagree. Still, she can’t help but wonder why he acts as if her touching him or Ellie would be the end of them. When she asks him about it, Danny glares at her and asks why he would trust her.

When she learns about the G.I.W., she’s understandably shocked. The government never told the League about any of it. Danny doesn’t buy it at all and she feels even worse. How long has this been going on that a child not only feels the need to fear and avoid the League, but also have so much distrust that he thinks her genuine reaction to this information is a trick to lure him and his sister into a trap?

Wonder Woman: What reason would you have to fear me?

Danny: Oh, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that you work for the Justice League? Maybe because the Justice League is dangerous?

Wonder Woman: What makes you think we’re dangerous? We only wish to bring Justice to the world.

Danny: “Justice”? Is that what you call letting the Guys In White do as they please? Is that what you call having laws and acts deeming any ectoplasmic entity as lower than animals? If you had anything against it, you would’ve done something by now. Maybe even a long time ago. But nothing’s changed.

[geniusevilbutler]

The moment it clicked for Diana why they didn't trust her, she knew what she had to do to gain the Little Warrior's trust.

Diana Prince, Princess of the Amazons. Kneeled down on the ground in front of Danny and said while holding the Lasso of Hestia, the Lasso of Truth "This is a object blessed by Hestia, it forces all that are bound by it to answer and speak truthfully."

Danny flinched back worried that she was going to bind him, shuffling Ellie further behind him.

Diana said "Young warrior, Bind my wrist and ask me. Please" whilst placing it on the floor in front of him.

Doubtful, but with a tiny glimmer of hope in his eyes Danny stepped to the Lasso, and swung it over her wrist.

"Are you working for the or with the Ghost investigation ward?" Danny said with a small flinch as the lasso glowed a beautiful gold that he recognized from time bubbles Clockwork showed him long ago of the different divine aura's he "might" encounter, and should trust ( not a long list ).

"No" spoke Diana without even a hint of hesitation.

"Does the rest of the Justice League, to your knowledge work for or with the Ghost investigation ward?" Another "no" resounded. Along with "And if I learn any do I will stand with you against them."

"You want to fight against those you trusted? Against those you fought alongside?"

"No, I do not. But I will if it means Innocents will be safe."

"Ok, ok.... *Sniffle* Then please help us. Please save my people"

Diana looked up to the tearful brightly glowing eyes of both Danny and Ellie. She moved towards them with her arms open, slow enough that they could easily avoid her.

They don't, Holding them tightly she says "You are not alone Young Prince, Themyscira stands with you"

Diana Prince says softly: "They better pray they have had no hand in the harming of my Children and their kin"

Only then does the Lasso of Truth slide off her wrist.

She has work to do and her family will stand with her.

[often-daydreaming]

This is more of an odd idea.

I mean with everything his parents can do and Danny being Danny he's gotta have some engineering skills and since he's in love with everything space related I can kind of imagine him building his own base on the moon. He'd just need a little help to get started but with his parents skills, Tucker's tech and a little extra from Sam's allowance it slowly starts to come together piece by piece and the Justice League has no idea what to do.

Cause he's obviously in love with their orbiting watchtower but it's not his and he knows better than to just invade someone else's haunt/territory without an invite so Danny settles for admiring it as he flies back and fourth with thousands of pounds worth of equipment.

And the Justice League is sort of stumped cause there's a kid making multiple trips to the moon nearly every weekend but what can they really do. He's not hurting anybody. He isn't breaking any laws either but his 'friends' who are easily the size of the moon are giving every magic user on Earth a heart attack.

Governments are calling. People are worried about another invasion. Amity Park doesn't care and nobody in the know wants to ruin Danny's fun.

Meanwhile Danny is having the time of his life building a base the size of his hometown. It helps with his obsession and sort of evens him out which is good for everyone so he doesn't see the problem with calling in a few favors from Undergrowth and Vortex in order to make his little corner of the moon habitable for his friends and family.

[echoing-gravity]

Omg dancny just pulled a codename kidnextdoor

[often-daydreaming]

That wasn't my intention but it'd be even more hilarious with the world just forced to watch as Vortex gives out all of the air and whatnot while Undergrowth starts goes crazy growing humongous trees and plants all over Danny's portion of the moon.

[emacrow]

Could you imagine the world reaction toward something being made on the Moon? NASA will have Danny's contacts in a God damn heartbeat once they figure who this child is because he is a godsend.

If he can get moon to be inhabitable, then NASA will pay any amount for Danny to make Mars inhabitable along with helping with newer ships inventions so humans can actually get there. They pay him anything at that point.

Danny would probably do it instantly if they gave him all accessed to their NASA headquarters(you know it been his very dream to be there before the ghost portal, and now he here, working with NASA!! This ghost boy has probably been doing zoomies loop de loops ever since he got notified from the Certified NASA email and Twitter/X)

[geniusevilbutler]

I love that! Also the most logical thing for the Justice league to do is send Martian Man because of the mind reading. Just imagine the giant fanboy squeek. Martian Manhunter just returns saying they are not a threat they wanted an autograph. Then fainted

[bluerosefox]

Another Sibling Danny and Jason idea!!

"Are you Jason Peter Todd?!" demanded a deep and commanding tone from the strange glowing being in front of them.

All the Bats stiffened and tensed, no doubt gearing up for a fight against the being that somehow knew Red Hood's full name.

Jason, Red Hood, decided to put on a brave front despite no doubt cursing in his head and wondering how the heck did this thing know his full freaking name.

"Whose asking." he snarled out, his hands twitching for his gun when the huge glowing knight with purple flames coming out of his helmet and cape, who was riding on a nightmare looking horse while they all had been in the cave going over tonight's patrol.

The Knight didn't seemed bothered by his response nor did he even seem to care or flinch when Batman made his own demand on 'Why was he there and who was he' or when Damian unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards him. Instead the strange glowing Knight reached to it side and pulled out... A glowing scroll? Huh. (Also he completely unnerved everyone in the room when the Knight didn't even react when Batman had tossed a Baterang when he reached for his side)

The Knight opened the scroll and spoke clearly with purpose.

"Jason Peter Todd,

You are hereby invited as a special guest of honor to the crowning of our future King of the Infinite Realms.

Daniel Phantom, once Daniel Jackson Fenton, and once Daniel Austen Todd.

Prince of the Infinite Realms, the Keeper of Balance, The Peacekeeping Halfa, the Defeater of the Tyrant King Pariah Dark, The Great One, Youngest of the Ancients, Ancient of Space, The Bridge between Life and Death.

You, the half-brother of our King, have been given the highest of honors for your past actions and will be given housing and food in the Realms and Phantom's Keep, for the week long event. Personal servants and attendants will be at your disposable and a seamstress will be on hand to tailor make your attire for the Coronation.

Signed: Clockwork. Ancient of Time. Watcher of the Infinite Timeline. Kronos. Mentor and Adviser.

PS: I shall have Fright Knight ("Me" the Knight bluntly said for a second) leave this scroll along with a personal one for you from Daniel to read over and once you make up your mind sign the bottom of the scroll.

I do hope in time you will pick the right choice Jason Todd, we of the Infinite Realms would like to reward you for your actions. After all, if you hadn't gotten young Daniel away from your father that night all those years ago, we would never had gained our Prince nor be free from our once Tyrant King.

Ah, one more thing.

The Infinite Realms will always favor you Jason."

Jason felt like he couldn't breath as Fright Knight? Rolled up the scroll, pulled a letter from his side, and held out the two items for him to take.

[cannottthinkofagoodname]

Imagine if after Fright Knight leaves and Jason reads the scroll he just..........stops. Like he just learned that the baby brother he saved all those years ago not only didn't have a normal and happy life, but is also dead and expected to RULE A WHOLE DIMENSION BY HIMSELF. If something similar to this had happened to me and my sisters, I would have been absolutely crushed and devastated. Jason just wanted to help but unknowingly both saved and doomed his most beloved person

The ANGST POTENTIOL. This is just an amazing prompt.

[bluerosefox]

Yes yes yes yes yes! You get it, you get the emotional turmoil I want Jason to have! Its bittersweet and a double edge sword. Both good and bad! Danny knows btw, CW showed him the night he was 'spirited away' by his brother in hopes of giving him a normal life, and does NOT blame Jason for how his life turned out, he knows little Jason was just trying to help, knows Jason saved him from their abusive dad and loving but drugged out mom. He does not blame Jason for the crap he lived through after being adopted by the Fenton's and everything after that. He wrote a letter for Jason expressing all of that too.

Also, Alfred. He picks Alfred to join him, he got a 'You can bring a Plus One' too. Bruce tries to take the spot (his adopted brothers try to but Bruce is the biggest pusher) but Jason picks Alfred cause he knows Alfie will remember MANNERS in the face of ROYALTY

[tryingtobecoollikeyou]

OF COURSE he takes Alfie.

1) Man knows royalty manners. It's a completely different set than normal manners. 2) Gotta introduce little brother to Grampa. You cannot convince me Alfred is just now hearing that one of his grand children has a sibling he's never met and he's not going to emotionally adopt the child immediately. There may be a custody battle between him and CW but it will all be played out in the most vague, underhanded, passive aggressive manner anyone's ever seen. (Jason is loving the court intrigue vibes.) Eventually they work it out where Alfred is human grampa and CW is ghost grampa.

[natsu-kage]

Two alternatives to that. These are existing head cannons for Alfred and CW.

Alfred and CW are the same person and Alfred admits this to Jason once he chooses him. It would explain why Alfred has lived for so long.

Alfred and CW date. Either they have been in an exiting relationship or they start dating after meeting. Danny can have many grandpas.

I like the they have been dating for a while now, it explains why Alfred has lived for so long.

[mikami1992]

but if Alfred and CW have dated for a while… that means that Alfred has his own invitation because he is going as the CW's "plus one"…

which causes the war to start again over who goes with Jason.

[geniusevilbutler]

I propose Cass as his +1. She is the most observant and can verify if his brother is actually ok with becoming king and she has the ballet elegance to deal with the royal etiquette, also favorite sister

[ghostbsuter]

There was a teen in the cave.

A teen no one knows and looks like he could be a wayne, stands in the cave.

"Actually, I'm a wayne." He says with a shrug.

Bruce, Batman, carefully thinks of the implication.

"Not yet," The teen, Danny, doesn't say anything. Simple smiles. "You're not a wayne, yet. You will be. But not yet."

Then Bruce sighs, dropping the batman mask in order to take in the teen.

"Does future me know of the time travel?"

Dannys smile grows into a grin, deciding to take pity on the man. "You, grandbat, have..." He makes a vague gesture. "Theories, which none of your children ever confirmed."

The bat's mind short-circuits at the choice of words

Dick is sputtering incomprehensibly, there are Baffled expression all around.

Because.

Because that child isn't Bruce's, but one of theirs.

"Who is it?" Jason demands, hand clenching his gun uselessly.

Danny continues to smile, a hint of mischief now peeking out.

The cave is filled with theories, some yell, some sob, yet all eyes leave danny.

All but one pair.

She had known the moment his body language switched just enough for her to read.

She had known the moment he disappeared before the clan.

Had known when his hand found hers, shoulders bumping.

Her heart clenches, throat dry and memories of her childhood flooding to mind.

So she asks, voice soft and hesitant.

"Am I a good mother?"

And danny looks up at cass, adoration and pride laid out plain for her to see and accept.

"You're the best."

And so they both watch the clan together, silent and comfortable.

(Cass doesn't question when she finds him, how and why. All she knows is that she's more attentive when out on patrol, looking and waiting.)

(This is how Cassandra Cain-Wayne returns one night from patrol, a child, barely out of toddler stage and clinging to her form.)

(This is how the Batclan officially meets one Daniel James Cain-Wayne, freshly washed and clothed, a cookie in hand and hiding shyly behind Cass.)

(When they meet, all they say is "Welcome home, danny," and "Good to see you again.", Danny doesn't necessarily get it, but that's okay. Maybe his new mom will explain it one day when he's bigger.)

[little-pondhead]

Your Ancient History, Written In Wax

-

Danny knew he should have put better security around the Sarcophagus of Eternal Sleep. It wasn’t even Vlad who opened it this time! The fruitloop was too busy doing his actual mayor duties because for some godforsaken reason, the man got re-elected.

No, it wasn’t Vlad. And it wasn’t Fright Knight, either. Nor the Observants. Who opened the Sarcophagus, then? Danny didn’t have time to find out as Pariah Dark promptly tore open a hole in reality and hunting Danny down.

The battle was longer this time. He didn’t have the Ecto-Skeleton, as that was the first thing Pariah had destroyed. The halfa had grown a lot over the past few years, and learned some new tricks, but apparently sleeping in a magic ghost box meant that Pariah had absorbed a lot of power. The bigger ghost acted like a one-man army!

Amity Park was caught in the middle of the battle, but the residents made sure it went no further than that. Vlad and the Fentons made a barrier around the town to keep the destruction from leaking. Sam, Tucker, and Dani did crowd control while Danny faced the king head-on.

Their battle shook the Zone and pulled them wildly between the mortal plane and the afterlife. Sometimes, residents noticed a blow from Pariah transported them to the age of the dinosaurs, and Phantom’s Wail brought them to an unknown future. Then they were in a desert. Then a blazing forest. Then underwater. It went on like that, but no one dared step foot outside of Amity. They couldn’t risk being left behind.

It took ages to beat him, but eventually, Danny stood above the old ghost king, encasing his symbols of power in ice so they couldn’t be used again. He refused to claim the title for himself. Tired as he was, Danny handed the objects off to Clockwork for safe keeping and started repairing the damage Pariah had done to the town. The tear he’d made was too big to fix, for now, so no one bothered. They just welcomed their new ghostly neighbors with open arms and worked together to restore Amity Park.

Finally, the day came to bring down the barrier. People were gathered around the giant device the Fentons had built to sustain it. Danny had brought Clockwork to Amity, to double check that they had returned to the right time and dimension.

Clockwork assured everyone that they were in the right spot, and only a small amount of time had passed, so the Fentons gave the signal to drop the shield.

Very quickly did they discover that something was wrong. The air smelled different. The noise of the nearby city, Elmerton, was louder and more chaotic. Something was there that wasn’t before, and it put everyone on edge.

Clockwork smiled, made a remark about the town fitting in better than before, and disappearing before Danny could catch him.

Frantic, Danny had a few of his ghost buds stay behind to protect the town while he investigated.

He flew far and wide, steadily growing horrified at the changes the world had undergone. Heroes, villains, rampant crime and alien invasions. The Earth was unrecognizable. There were people moving around the stars like it was second nature and others raising dead gods like the apocalypse was coming. Magic and ectoplasm was everywhere, rather than following the ley lines like they were supposed to.

Danny returned to Amity.

The fight with Pariah had taken them through space and time. Somewhere along the way, they had changed the course of history so badly that this now felt like an alien world.

How was he supposed to fix this?

-

In the Watchtower, The Flash was wrapping up monitor duty while Impulse buzzed around him, a little more jittery than usual. The boy was talking a mile a minute, when alarms started blaring an alarming green. Flash had never seen this alarm before, and its crackling whine was grating on his ears.

Flash returned to the monitor, frantically clicking around to find the issue, but nothing was popping up. No major disasters, no invasions, no declarations of war. Nothing! What was causing the alarm?

Impulse swore and zipped to a window, pressing his face against it and staring down at Earth. “Fuck! It’s today isn’t it? I forgot!”

“What’s today?” Flash asked. He shot off a text to Batman, asking if it was an error. The big Bat said it wasn’t, and that he would be there soon.

“The arrival of Amity Park. I learned about this in school; the alarm always gives me headaches.”

Flash turned to his grandson, getting his attention. “Bart,” he stressed. “What are you talking about?”

Impulse barely glanced over his shoulder. Now that Flash was facing him, he could see a strong glow coming from Earth. “The first villain, first anti-villain, and the first hero,” he said anxiously. “They all protect the town of the original metas. They’re all here.”

“Here? Now??”

“Yeah? They weren’t before, but they are now. The first hero said there was time stuff involved, which was what inspired me to start practicing time travel in the first place.”

“I’m not following.”

“It’s okay. We should probably go welcome them before they tear apart Illinois, though. The history I remember says that some of them freaked and destroyed a chunk of the Midwest during a fight with each other.”

“WHAT?”

[geniusevilbutler]

The world that this makes for stories, the potential its amazing! The possibilities! Wow op

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 274

You know what is fun? Baby Ghost Jason. You know what could be even more fun? Ghosts are Dragons. 

Jason? Aware of none of this. 

He was on comms, y’know listening and rolling his eyes at Dickwing, who used his real name, really Dick, he mocks. It’s just a stakeout, nothing new there, honestly boring when he could be blowing something up instead. It should have just been a stakeout. 

Yet there’s something suddenly there, something behind him. Something that causes his hair to stand on end and his comms to spark into static like some sort of horror movie. Something, something with clawed hands with corpse-pale skin tipped in black, stained or dead or something else, tilting his head up and up and up as he’s frozen. 

“A child, out here? Alone?” a voice crackles, hisses, hums, and purrs, somehow all at once, unnatural in its tone. He can’t move, he needs to move, he has to move, but it’s like the space around him has gone cold and dead, like he’s stuck in the Pits once more as claws hold his head and his vision blurs. “Sleep, child. Rest- we’ll be home soon.” 

[nerdpoe]

Phantom, the newest addition to the Justice League, pulls Wonder Woman aside.

He has...a strange request.

He's nervous, flustered, fading in and out of the visible spectrum. It's clear that what he's about to ask of her is important to him, and even though she has an uncomfortable voice in the back of her head telling her this young hero is about to ask her out, she resolves to listen before she jumps to conclusions.

She's glad she did.

"Can...can you put a grave for me in Themyscira? I know it's just for women, but it's the safest place I can think of for it! I just...I don't have a grave, and Clockwork says it's starting to stunt my growth as a Ghost, and I have too many enemies on American soil, so. It's okay if you say no, though, I'll figure something out, it's fine."

Diana lets him ramble to the end, already knowing what her answer is going to be.

"We would be honored to host your grave, Phantom. Do you have any remains I can take home? Do you require a funeral service?"

Phantom looks...he looks beyond grateful. Close to tears.

"No, no remains. A symbolic grave is fine, it just. It has to have my real name on it, my mortal one." He says, looking hesitant. "Please don't reach out to my family, Wonder Woman. They don't know."

With that, he hands over a small slip of paper, torn from a notebook and clearly folded one too many times.

She takes it as though he were entrusting her with the rarest diamond in the world. She wants to, but she does not ask how they could not notice the death of someone so very bright.

Instead she nods, tucking the paper away.

Phantom will get a grand grave, one worthy of a friend to the Crown of Themyscira. She will ensure it.

[adalarovenor]

[wandixx]

Can we focus on the "#she makes it a point to leave flowers at it whenever she can" tag for a moment because imo it's just so sweet and I want to explain why.

Mostly because she is an Amazon and lived in this society for majority of her life. What does this change in this situation? Amazons are based on Ancient Greeks and from what little I know about their funerary traditions (I should change it ig, gimme links if you have something good), they were quite different from nowadays. Like, they gave their dead a coin (or three I haven't read reliable source on that and what I did contradicts each other) so they could get a ride on Charon's boat. There is probably much more to it but once again, I have no idea. But the thing is, I don't think they actually were giving their dead any flowers. So for Diana, Amazon born and raised, when she has to show a respect to the dead flowers aren't first instinct. So this means she repeatedly went out of her way to honor him in a way appropriate to his culture.

Now, don't get me wrong, I love idea of people honoring Danny in a way appropriate to their culture, I brought up this idea literally yesterday on other prompt but I need you all to see how absolutely precious it is this way.

It's a difference between telling someone "I love you" in your mother tongue and explaining what it means and learning how to tell it in their language. Both causes cavities but the second one just hits different

[void-of-unparalleled-chaos]

Going off prompt but finally! My time to put all of my Classics and Archeology courses to use and infodump about ancient Greece has come!

Funerary practices depend on which period we are looking at (and sometimes the place). Usually when most people think about ancient Greece they tend to be thinking about Classical Greece so I'm going to be talking specifically about the general practices during that time.

It feels worth noting for this prompt that women actually played a larger role in funerals than they did in a lot of other aspects of ancient greek life. It was the women's job to prepare the body. Coins were given as currency for Charon (the ferryman to the underworld) and sealed the lips. Sometimes instead of a coin something else like a talisman would be used. Wreaths also would be placed on the head. If the descseased was a member of a mystery cult, then additional items may have been placed as well.

The body would be laid out for viewing and prothesis, which was basically just a women-led physical show of grief. Imagine a bunch of women standing around a corpse and screaming while self harming. That's basically prothesis.

Next there would be a procession escorting the body to the tomb. Once at the grave site offerings of food and drink would be left for the deceased.

After the funeral there was an afterparty in the form of a feast. Also although this is from a different period, I feel like it's something the amazons would do so I'm going to mention it: Funerary Games! The dead were often celebrated through games such as as wrestling and chariot races.

I don't remember specifically what other grave goods there were besides food, but I want to say weapons were a thing? Anyway you are completely right about the emotional impact of using someone else's practices in this situation. Like damn my teeth are falling out.

[evilminji]

But also? Completely unrelated to Diana? That grave, for a CHILD, is now on "we are ALL Momther now" Themyscira? The land of the "we ALL collectively raised Diana" Amazons? That is a Dead Kid.

A Dead Kid who asked for a Place Of Safety where no one could harm his resting place. Who's OWN FAMILY didn't even notice he was dead.

......Not On Their Watch. *slaps down adoption papers in front of the grave* Honey! I adopted the dead kid!

Just? Imagine it? A whole island of immortal bamf warrior women. Casually stopping by this child's grave. They don't know him, he's not one of their's, but they care because he is a child. That should be reason enough. He lived and now is dead.

Flowers picked while they walked, little hand carvings, stories about their day. Little offerings. A grave kept clean and well tended. Worn soft by gentle pats as they pass by. A place to rest and be remembered.

[bianca-hooks123]

Worn soft by gentle pats as they pass by.

Y’all, the thought of all those women just casually patting Danny’s grave as they walk past? The gentle touches, do you think he feels them? Does he feel them like a mother carding her fingers through their beloved child’s hair?

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

for his sake, I hope he feels them as a little touch of warmth, especially when he needs it most.

I bet Diana tells them his hero name, so whenever he is injured, a few dedicated women do maintainance, such as cleaning, re carving, and replacing and washing worn-out offerings.

This boosts his recovery and gives him extra strength.

They won't fail him, just like they don't fail any of their other fallen sisters and mothers.

His grave will be kept sacred and holy, until he wishes to rest.

On warrior's honor.

[nerdpoe]

Danny gets another title added to his list of them in the Realms; Son of Themyscira.

[snazzydwarf]

I GOT INSPIRED BY THIS AND DIDN'T MEAN TO SPEND 5 HOURS DRAWING THIS LMAO

Danny probably hears the people who touch his gave, the sudden words telling him to rest well, that he's fought long enough and he's loved would move him to tears.

(I was gonna write "Son of Themyscira" to his grave but mf doesn't have a birthday???)

[nerdpoe]

good goddamn

this is beautiful

[ailithnight]

Would a Danny who never physically ages past 14 be allowed on Themyscira? Since he's a child that will never truly grow into a man.

Can Danny ever go to his own grave?

Or did he willingly ask for it to go in the one place he can never go? Trusting that his grave would be safest there and prioritizing that over his own ache to be able to go to it, to find the peace and safety other ghosts feel at their own resting places.

[sittingupwiththedead]

Gosh this is a great edition I am trying not to cry. AND THAT ART! I think more then a place he can't go (he probably assumes he can't go whether he actually can or not) is a place he knows no one will ever look. Not his enemies and certainly not (and he NEVER lets himself think about it too hard) his family. Because he didn't just never tell them because they didn't notice but because a part of him believed his death would hurt his parents. Or worse was afraid it WOULDN"T. But here's the thing. Very often the things we do for the dead are as much for them as they are for ourselves. So yes Princess Diana is proud to lay a resting place for her friend Phantom, for Danny. It is her honor and her pleasure to honor both the warrior she fights with and the boy he was. She lays flowers at his grave but also gifts of food and lit candles. And tries very carefully not to think that if Steve Trevor had lived... The stone carver that takes the commission is thrilled and honored to do this work for the Crown. She is an artist on an island of warriors and it is rare the stone carver gets to follow her heart's work. She asks for tales of the boy. What does her princess know? What deeds should she depicted, honors should she immortalize? The stone carvers takes everything she has learned and across the top of his tomb depicts a boy eyes up gazing at the heavens, head back in wonder, a spear at rest and almost forgotten at his side. She carves the constellation for Pegasus and Cassiopeia in the sky above. It is a masterwork. Queen Hippolyta congratulates her and asks her opinion on redoing the columns at the Temple of Athena.

One of the first guards on the tomb is a marathon runner, currently off active duty due to an injury. No greater joy has she then to race across the beaches and fields of Themyscira, feeling the winds in her face. She crafts a pair of miniature running sandals, talking to Danny Phantom as she does, explaining the best way to hold the body as you race, how to hug the terrain when you move, how to roll if you trip and fall and get back up again. The peace of this tomb gives her the space she needs to forgive herself. To get back up again. She leaves them next to a little plate of Oranges the Princess left. When the cast comes off she races up to Danny's grave, exuberant with the news, feels like she is sharing her joy with a little brother and not a monument of stone.

There are a dozens more examples. Amazons who leave little spears and slings and great stories of brave deeds. Amazons who leave dishes of steadily increasing quality, thanking the spirit boy for his patience at they learned finally to cook that dish. Amazons who kiss their fingers and run them over the stone, who share silly jokes or advice and always always the steady beat: "You are loved. You are remembered. You are ferociously protected. Rest well. Dream happy things."

[the-autistic-spider]

i feel like due to this Danny ghost form would slowly become more and more Greek looking

like for a few examples

he gets armour more themed to the warriors of Themyscira

maybe a shield to represent his need to protect

maybe even gaining tattoos that mark a blessing from the god/goddess of protection and mercy (if they exist)

[jedipirateking]

This is DC, all the Greek Gods exist. Olympus is a place you can visit if you can open a portal.

I really like Danny's Ghost form taking influences from those and other Powers he's connected to as his mortal one grows and ages.

[nerdpoe]

Persephone and Hades would adore him.

Just saying, he's perfect for the two of them. Half alive, half dead, forever in-between, traveling from the realm of the living to the realms of the dead regularly.

[ailithnight]

He's more than just gaining aesthetic elements. Everything they tell him seeps into his dreams; knowledge in his subconcious bleeding out into his actions.

Take the runner, for example. She told him how to run. How to race and roll and navigate terrain. The next time Danny finds himself flightless and has to physically run, he finds it easier than it used to be. He's steadier on his feet and knows how to pace himself better. He doesn't trip or stumble over odd terrain, but rather uses it to his advantage in ways he never knew how to do before.

And of course, it's not just knowledge of physical feats that ingrain themselves in him. In every great story of heros and heroics, there are many lessons to learn. Story by story, the wisdom of the Amazons is imprinted on his sleeping mind.

[deathcomes4u]

Eventually Pandora's whole area of the Zone start automatically orbiting closer to the King's Lair, and when Pandora goes to ask Danny (Who is now bedecked in more Grecian themed stuff) 'Hey, so, I'm delighted by your new look and by my Lair being blessed by it's new closeness to yours, but I'm curious. Did you um... switch Religions recently, or anything?' And Danny, looking like a Greek God of some sort, trying to hide the fact he has a grave and where it is (because that's the whole point) just goes 'No. I just think it's neat.' And he does but like y'know... he's a shit liar but she doesn't press.

[fandomwandererer]

OK but danny and Diana have a slightly panicked conversation about it, and they agree to say she adopted him, and that's what caused the shift.

Also his shield can probably fly by itself to offer its protection to others.

Also those running sandals where made in an incredibly powerful place. Maybe, just maybe, the marathon runner has to fulfill the same duty as the very first marathon (which was a messenger running all the way from marathon to .. Athens I think, to bring news of a battle) and partway through her journey she runs into a blockage in the pathway, and the sandals (which if they are miniature aren't for her, so are probably like a key chain/keepsake type thing) light up with an eerie green flame, and she runs straight through it, having gained intangibility

[ace-s-fav-dp-posts]

The situation between Danny and the Amazonians has just become that one post about the two lesbian moms who found out their baby was going to be a boy instead of the girl they were originally expecting.

So they rearranged the letters of the No Boys Allowed sign they put up in the nursery they made back when they thought they were going to have a daughter to say to Son Boy Allowed instead.

[the-c41n-instinct]

[dimes-to-dollars-deactivated202]

[linztheanimelover]

“She looks up to you” 

Diana glanced at Danny from across the room to see him sitting on a chair holding his daughter’s tiny hand thumb gently sweeping over her knuckles as the yetis he summoned were setting up a special healing pod to slowly heal the little princess who now looks much younger than when she came in many be 2 or 3.

“Once she learned how you were made with clay and brought to your mother by a supernatural force who isn’t really good.. all she could say that she’s just like you. Once a pile of goo that was shaped by a bad man and brought into my life like the little whirlwind that she is*ha* I couldn’t imagine a better roll model for her than you.”

She couldn’t look away from the child who from what she knows is to young to be a parent(at least in this era) but sounds just like any parent who’s child is in mortal danger but can’t do anything about it. Diana felt not only troubled by what she learned of Phantoms past and befuddled because she never thought of her own birth in such a it like this before but she also felt.. touched as well in a way.

The fact that a little girl born in a different but just a magical way as herself opened her eyes to the similarities between herself and those created by others in such a way(clones) like Ellie(also even more annoyed by Clark if Conner is “born” at this point) and the example she’s setting as her own person and not just a Hero for little children like Estelle ‘Ellie’ Eleftheria Gemina Phantom. (And she definitely going to set up a place for those born like Ellie so they may grow up and be loved just like the two of them because others are not as lucky)

“She still learning how to become her own person but she’s getting there as long as Plasmius, the GIW, and my parents stay away I know that she can in a way fallow your example as a powerful woman who is a great leader and princess to her people but I know it will definitely to the beat of her own drum.” But his voice waves as if he can’t truly see that future becoming true.

To hear the uncertainty in his voice like he was unsure if his child would live the life that he wants for her that in his heart she wouldn’t make it to even his age wrenched at her own. Crossing the room as fast as she could to kneel by his side to put her hand gently on top of both of theirs.

“Soon she will be able to play carefree in the grass fields of my-our home Phantom. She will grow and you will wonder where the time has gone. She will learn to be everything that she wants to be and more because she is just like you a child of Themyscira and will always be welcome to our shore.”

Name meaning:

Estelle- star

Eleftheria- freedom

Gemina- twin

@nerdpoe

@virgamsysxvolumes this is their pic

[geniusevilbutler]

It just keeps getting better and better!

[retrogamingblog2]

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