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Here's me trying to interpret how Danny's hazmat suit would look like if it were more realistic, based on my experience with biohazard PPE.
I feel like I also need to add a disclaimer to not use this as safety advice. Please consult your local health and safety guidelines prior to handling ectoplasm, ecto-contaminated materials, and/or ectobiological organisms!
Robin was hit.
Red Robin knocked the futuristic gun out of the perpetrator’s hands but not before it fired into the fight and hit Robin square in the chest. There was a rush of chaos and confusion immediately following. Nightwing takes the unconscious teen into his arms and retreats while the rest of the bats take down the rest of the thugs with brutal efficiency.
Red Hood and Spoiler stay behind to question the criminals and do some more investigating while Red Robin examines the gun used.
It’s hours later, with Robin still unconscious in the Batcave medbay, they figure out it’s an alien device originally used to find others of the same endangered race. Frankly, it didn’t at all explain why Damian was still unconscious, or why he fell unconscious to begin with. From the research they found, it shouldn’t physically alter or affect the individual. Which leads them to believe the device had been tampered with.
Tensions were high. Answers were scarce. Doubts were increasing as well as fear and anger.
It came to a head almost twenty-four hours later when Damian violently wakes up.
From one moment to the next, the teen goes from being completely unaware to gasping awake. Dick, who had been by his side through this ordeal, is so startled he shouts in surprise. He jumps from his seat to keep Damian from hurting himself as the boy thrashes in the bed.
Tim comes running in from where he was stationed at the Bat computer to see Damian screaming and struggling against their older brother’s calming hands. The heart monitor is going ballistic and if Damian keeps flailing he’ll rip out his IV.
“Tim!”
He already knows what Dick wants and dashes toward the medicine cabinet for a sedative. It doesn’t take long for the drug to do its job with Dick holding down Damian.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you. I got you,” Dick reassures as Damian loses his strength and sags into the bed.
Tim is already texting Bruce about the situation, not wanting to leave Dick by himself.
“What was that?” Tim asks out loud.
He had never seen Damian act like that except for when he got fear gassed. They had run every test they could think of when he came in, he was clean.
Dick is running his fingers through Damian’s hair soothingly even though the teen is out of it.
“I don’t know. Something’s off.”
They only gave him a small dose, but Damian is out for another six hours. In that time they had ran all the tests again to find nothing abnormal and Jason had pulled in about four hours in to park his butt at the work bench to clean his weapons in front of Bruce and within hearing distance.
When Damian wakes again, it’s sluggish from the drugs. He blinks and groans. Dick is at his side immediately.
“Hey, Baby Bat. How you feeling?”
Damian pulls at the cushioned restraints around his wrists. The teen wrinkles his brows in confusion and looks down.
“You want them off? The first time you woke up you almost ripped your IV out,” Dick explains as he carefully unlatches the Velcro.
“Oh,” Damian mumbles and then thinks about the words. “What?”
Bruce walks through the door. Jason lingers in the doorway peering in to check on the kid.
“There you are. You had us worried,” Bruce says. He stands at the side of the bed to put a hand on the boy’s shoulder while his eyes scan the monitors.
“Sorry.”
That got their attention.
“‘Sorry’?” Jason asks incredulously as he pushes off the doorway to stand at the end of the bed. “Since when have you ever apologized for anything?”
“Jason,” Dick hushes. “He just woke up. Give him a break.”
Damian rubs his free wrists as he looks around at them and the room. The longer they watch him they can see the lack of recognition in his eyes.
“What- what happened?”
Dick and Jason give each other a look at the stutter, but it’s Bruce that responds.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
Damian looks down in thought, a hand coming up to fiddle with the IV site. Dick reaches over to pull his hand away. Surprisingly, Damian lets him.
“Um, I was- I was-… sorry,” he says in frustration.
“That’s okay. Take your time.”
Damian rubs at his face in a nervous mannerism he’s never shown before.
“I think I was doing homework? I- There’s this stupid project in history class that’s due in like two weeks and I’ve been procrastinating,” Damian shrugs.
Damian hadn’t once mentioned a history project.
He looks up at Bruce.
“Did I pass out or something?”
Bruce squeezes his shoulder before letting it drop. Dick was right, something is wrong.
“First, can you tell me your identification code?”
Dick shoots him a look that he ignores.
Damian blinks up at him.
“My what?”
Tension immediately seeps into everyone present.
“Your identification code, Dami, you remember it, right?” Dick pushes.
Damian turns to him in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“Did he hit his head when he went down?” Jason demands. He turns to Bruce. “I thought you checked for a concussion!”
Damian actually shrinks away from the aggressive tone. Bruce raises a hand for silence. He bends to get eye level with the teen.
“Do you know where you are?”
Damian glances around with cautious eyes.
“…The hospital?”
Dick puts a hand over his mouth in disbelief. Damian sends him a look.
“Not the hospital?”
“No,” Jason answers. “Not the hospital.”
“Do you know who I am?” Bruce asks next.
Damian studies him too closely, looking for context clues. It didn’t leave a lot of confidence.
“My… doctor?”
Dick stands abruptly to pace.
“What is happening?” He demands to no one.
“That’s what I want to know,” Damian chimes in.
“Damian,” Bruce calls to get his attention. “Damian, look at me.”
The teen turns to him in bewilderment.
“Who’s Damian?”
That question freezes them.
“What?” Jason asks. “Who the- If you’re not Damian, who are you?”
“Me? Who are you?”
Dick intervenes with raised hands. He approaches the bed like the teen is a scared animal.
“Okay. We’re starting over. Hi. I’m Dick. What’s your name?”
Not-Damian looks him up and down suspiciously.
“I’m Danny. Fenton. Danny Fenton. You- I thought you called me by my name earlier?”
Dick thinks back and gives a tight smile. “I said ‘Dami’, short for Damian, not Danny.”
Danny slumps back into the bed. “Oh.”
“We’ll figure this out, kiddo. Don’t worry-“
Bruce’s phone rings with an unknown number. He glances at the teen and shows him the screen.
“Do you recognize this number?”
“Yea, it’s mine,” Danny confesses.
Bruce puts it on speaker.
“Damian.”
“Father, it seems I’ve switched bodies with a civilian,” comes the voice.
“Wait, what?” Danny pats himself down. “Switched bodies?!”
Robin was hit.
Red Robin knocked the futuristic gun out of the perpetrator’s hands but not before it fired into the fight and hit Robin square in the chest. There was a rush of chaos and confusion immediately following. Nightwing takes the unconscious teen into his arms and retreats while the rest of the bats take down the rest of the thugs with brutal efficiency.
Red Hood and Spoiler stay behind to question the criminals and do some more investigating while Red Robin examines the gun used.
It’s hours later, with Robin still unconscious in the Batcave medbay, they figure out it’s an alien device originally used to find others of the same endangered race. Frankly, it didn’t at all explain why Damian was still unconscious, or why he fell unconscious to begin with. From the research they found, it shouldn’t physically alter or affect the individual. Which leads them to believe the device had been tampered with.
Tensions were high. Answers were scarce. Doubts were increasing as well as fear and anger.
It came to a head almost twenty-four hours later when Damian violently wakes up.
From one moment to the next, the teen goes from being completely unaware to gasping awake. Dick, who had been by his side through this ordeal, is so startled he shouts in surprise. He jumps from his seat to keep Damian from hurting himself as the boy thrashes in the bed.
Tim comes running in from where he was stationed at the Bat computer to see Damian screaming and struggling against their older brother’s calming hands. The heart monitor is going ballistic and if Damian keeps flailing he’ll rip out his IV.
“Tim!”
He already knows what Dick wants and dashes toward the medicine cabinet for a sedative. It doesn’t take long for the drug to do its job with Dick holding down Damian.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you. I got you,” Dick reassures as Damian loses his strength and sags into the bed.
Tim is already texting Bruce about the situation, not wanting to leave Dick by himself.
“What was that?” Tim asks out loud.
He had never seen Damian act like that except for when he got fear gassed. They had run every test they could think of when he came in, he was clean.
Dick is running his fingers through Damian’s hair soothingly even though the teen is out of it.
“I don’t know. Something’s off.”
They only gave him a small dose, but Damian is out for another six hours. In that time they had ran all the tests again to find nothing abnormal and Jason had pulled in about four hours in to park his butt at the work bench to clean his weapons in front of Bruce and within hearing distance.
When Damian wakes again, it’s sluggish from the drugs. He blinks and groans. Dick is at his side immediately.
“Hey, Baby Bat. How you feeling?”
Damian pulls at the cushioned restraints around his wrists. The teen wrinkles his brows in confusion and looks down.
“You want them off? The first time you woke up you almost ripped your IV out,” Dick explains as he carefully unlatches the Velcro.
“Oh,” Damian mumbles and then thinks about the words. “What?”
Bruce walks through the door. Jason lingers in the doorway peering in to check on the kid.
“There you are. You had us worried,” Bruce says. He stands at the side of the bed to put a hand on the boy’s shoulder while his eyes scan the monitors.
“Sorry.”
That got their attention.
“‘Sorry’?” Jason asks incredulously as he pushes off the doorway to stand at the end of the bed. “Since when have you ever apologized for anything?”
“Jason,” Dick hushes. “He just woke up. Give him a break.”
Damian rubs his free wrists as he looks around at them and the room. The longer they watch him they can see the lack of recognition in his eyes.
“What- what happened?”
Dick and Jason give each other a look at the stutter, but it’s Bruce that responds.
“What’s the last thing you remember?”
Damian looks down in thought, a hand coming up to fiddle with the IV site. Dick reaches over to pull his hand away. Surprisingly, Damian lets him.
“Um, I was- I was-… sorry,” he says in frustration.
“That’s okay. Take your time.”
Damian rubs at his face in a nervous mannerism he’s never shown before.
“I think I was doing homework? I- There’s this stupid project in history class that’s due in like two weeks and I’ve been procrastinating,” Damian shrugs.
Damian hadn’t once mentioned a history project.
He looks up at Bruce.
“Did I pass out or something?”
Bruce squeezes his shoulder before letting it drop. Dick was right, something is wrong.
“First, can you tell me your identification code?”
Dick shoots him a look that he ignores.
Damian blinks up at him.
“My what?”
Tension immediately seeps into everyone present.
“Your identification code, Dami, you remember it, right?” Dick pushes.
Damian turns to him in confusion.
“What are you talking about?”
“Did he hit his head when he went down?” Jason demands. He turns to Bruce. “I thought you checked for a concussion!”
Damian actually shrinks away from the aggressive tone. Bruce raises a hand for silence. He bends to get eye level with the teen.
“Do you know where you are?”
Damian glances around with cautious eyes.
“…The hospital?”
Dick puts a hand over his mouth in disbelief. Damian sends him a look.
“Not the hospital?”
“No,” Jason answers. “Not the hospital.”
“Do you know who I am?” Bruce asks next.
Damian studies him too closely, looking for context clues. It didn’t leave a lot of confidence.
“My… doctor?”
Dick stands abruptly to pace.
“What is happening?” He demands to no one.
“That’s what I want to know,” Damian chimes in.
“Damian,” Bruce calls to get his attention. “Damian, look at me.”
The teen turns to him in bewilderment.
“Who’s Damian?”
That question freezes them.
“What?” Jason asks. “Who the- If you’re not Damian, who are you?”
“Me? Who are you?”
Dick intervenes with raised hands. He approaches the bed like the teen is a scared animal.
“Okay. We’re starting over. Hi. I’m Dick. What’s your name?”
Not-Damian looks him up and down suspiciously.
“I’m Danny. Fenton. Danny Fenton. You- I thought you called me by my name earlier?”
Dick thinks back and gives a tight smile. “I said ‘Dami’, short for Damian, not Danny.”
Danny slumps back into the bed. “Oh.”
“We’ll figure this out, kiddo. Don’t worry-“
Bruce’s phone rings with an unknown number. He glances at the teen and shows him the screen.
“Do you recognize this number?”
“Yea, it’s mine,” Danny confesses.
Bruce puts it on speaker.
“Damian.”
“Father, it seems I’ve switched bodies with a civilian,” comes the voice.
“Wait, what?” Danny pats himself down. “Switched bodies?!”
Gotham Toothfairy
AKA "Danny Fenton activates Bruce's Bat-Dad instincts after getting hurt by Gotham goons. Guess there are some plus sides to looking like 90 percent of the Wayne brood." DPxDC prompt idea! TW: Gun violence, assault, dental injury
Okay, so, Danny probably shouldn't have been walking home from campus so late at night. And probably definitely shouldn't have cut through an alleyway just because it shaved a good half block off his travel time. And... then laughed when several goons "asked" for his bookbag. (But, c'mon, you're gonna rob a ghost? Not that these guys knew that. But - seriously?)
He wants so badly to soup these guys, but Gotham doesn't belong to Phantom and he's not about to step on Gotham Knights' toes. He's getting ready to go Inviso-Bill when a hulking black shadow drops down into the alley, taking two of the goons to the ground with it. The problem is the third guy - Danny's so focused on Batman that he yelps in surprise when the goon grabs him by his hoodie collar and slams the butt of a gun directly into Danny's face. It mostly catches him in the jaw and clips his lower lip.
Batman wastes no time in apprehending the third guy, who was apparently going to use Danny as a hostage and failed miserably, but Danny's so preoccupied with the taste of blood in his mouth that he barely notices. It hurts like a bitch. (Sure, the second he goes Ghost, his human side will heal, but the pain is still really, really freakin' bad.)
"Are you hurt?"
Batman's voice is growly and deep, exactly like what Danny expected it to be, and he can't help but offer a wet laugh. At some point, he crouched down against the alley wall and clamped his hands over his mouth to staunch the blood. He thinks he hears Batman say let me see but his swollen tongue is pressing against his lower front teeth. To his increasing horror, he feels several wiggle and two actually pop (ew, ew, ew-) out, following a string of blood into his awaiting hand.
Without much thought, Danny looks up at Batman and offers his hand - bloodied spit, teeth, and all. All Danny can say is a pained and definitely horrified, "Uh."
There's a moment where neither person moves. Then, to Danny's befuddlement, Batman takes out a wet wipe from his belt and gently scoops the mess from his offered hand - taking care to clean his palm as best he can. An oral anesthetic is given, gauze for Danny to bite down on, and a stern instruction to go to Dr. Leslie Thompkins clinic ASAP. And then... a crisply folded $100? Danny takes it because, well, obviously. Money. But also what the hell?
He doesn't have time to really think before Batman is grappling away. With Danny's teeth. (Danny feels a nefarious grin overtake him as he wonders how many teeth he can lose before Batman gets suspicious. He's been wanting a new Nintendo Switch for awhile now.)
Told you I was gonna do a digital version! Here he is!
My original sketch
Next @green-with-envy-phandom-event with lineart done by yours truly this time :]
Fic prompt #76
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I just read a prompt where Danny saves a colony of cupids from Vlad and receives a blessing from them. It got me thinking—I’ve never seen a story where Danny gets mistaken for a cupid.
Like, imagine he encounters the Justice League while they’re investigating Amity Park. Normally, he might be mistaken for some kind of protective spirit, but because of this blessing, they assume he’s a cupid instead—one trying to create peace between humans and ghosts since his “targets” seem to be a human and a ghost.
something something cupid is PISSED because now he is behind on schedule,and danny feels really bad, so he offers to take the job
danny is flying invisible in the watchtower, shooting arrows left and right, then just when he was about to shoot the red hood, the arrow get broken by none other than John constantine himself
"reveal yourself spirit! why did you just try to shoot him!"
everyone gets tense, there is something in the watchtower and they didn't even notice??
danny drops the invisiblity, pissed off
"WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?? YOU GOT SOMETHING AGAINST CUPID NOW???" Phantom yells at him, flying next to the broken arrow in seconds "great, just great, how am I supposed to fix this?? a single person can't have two arrows, ever, you dumb fuck!!" to say danny was stressed was an underestimant
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or: Danny was doing cupid a favor, John fucks up, now Danny has to accompany the red hood everywhere incase he meets his soulmate, so that danny can do the magic manually and bonds them.
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little did danny know, he was the red hood soulmate.
Jason is so down bad for his personal assigned cupid, and also sad because the angel is trying to set him up with someone else, Jason would very much like to be set up with him.
Danny doesn't believe in real love, he thinks it's all just magic, that people don't just love eachother, it's all just chemicals and who is best for who for the best timeline
jason doesn't care about fate, or who he is destined to be with, in fact, he's kinda glad his arrow broke, because that meant he can court his beautiful angel without worry, convincing him of true love.
also they go to a fairy/spirit/fae ball, just because. where they meet cupid there, danny admits his mistake, cupid laughs at him and tells him that hood is his soulmate.sure the magic is not there, they don't have a soulbond, they are not destined for eachother
but their love is real and that all that cupid is for really.
Bring your child to work day
Scarecrow is loose again in Gotham with a new formula of Fear toxic after escaping arkham again.
One of the robins finding his latest hideout, stalking until batman come only to see that Scarecrow time he has company.
A 9 year old boy about to dip his finger in the bowl full of glowing green toxic formula only to get smacked by Jonathan using a wooden spoon.
"Hey, you'll spoil your appetite if you eat too much and Jack already told me you already had 3 bowls and two cube of Fudge." Jonathan grumbled as the kid whined.
"But uncle Jonnn, it's smell so delicious." The kid flop to the side of the table, pouting hard with a adorable sad puppy face.
"No, now you sit there while I finished my latest invention than we can go have some fun with the locals with this bad boy until 6pm when Maddie calls after Jack fix the ray back together." Jonathan grumbled mixing in a couple more very carefully drop of chemicals.
"Now hand me the fear neg-5 vial that Fright got for me over to your right, Danny." Jonathan said holding out his hand only for danny to give him his scarecrow mask.
"Haha very funny, vial now." Danny took back the mask and gave him a tiny glowing green vial with a weird wiggly skull like print.
Tim was about to report what he was looking at with his coms, only to hear the com static a bit wincing before glancing back to the kid staring at him from below.
In a very creepy angle that should've hurt.
"Uncle Jon, you said to tell you when you see a Robin, right?" Danny spoke out loud pointing with a obvious smile.
Jazz, on a random band name generator: Oooo! Undead Depression! That about sums up those boys. Those Boys in question: Danny - Sad but smiling about it Dabi - Sad but sarcastic about it Jason - Sad but brooding about it ----- Danny: That was a joke. Say ha. Dabi: Ha. Danny: Now do it again. Dabi: Ha. Danny: Congratulations, you are officially the life of the party. ----- Jason: I’m not a doctor I’m a medic. Danny: What’s the difference then? Jason: Well doctors actually save lives, medics just make you feel more comfortable as you die. Dabi: Note to self; never get shot.
Next @green-with-envy-phandom-event lines by @foxyteah
And now we have updated looks at Jazz and the actual in universe debut of Jack and Maddie Fenton.
For reasons unknown they seem to have returned to ghost hunting🤧 hopefully that won't be an issue for a certain ghost boy.
Also here's jazz compared to her season 1 counterpart.
Next @green-with-envy-phandom-event lines done by @tsubaki94
Boo-lieve It Or Not <3 Submission #10 for @green-with-envy-phandom-event Line art by: @a-very-little-fish
No text ver:
Thank you @blogfuzzypenguinbouquet for reminding me that I can do a second part.
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In Danny's castle, somewhere in the Infinite Realms:
Sam: Can you repeat where you plan to take your date?
Fright Knight: to the island of dolls, a place full of terror and mystery, perfect for a mind as disturbed as Timothy's!
Tucker: Yeah... I don't think you should call your date “disturbed.”
Sam: I don't think you should take your date to the scariest place on Earth!
Danny: No, no, no, no, let take him. If Tim is as ecto-contaminated as I think he is, he'll love the place!
Fright Knight: MY KING HAS SPOKEN! I WILL TAKE TIMOTHY TO DOLL ISLAND!
Fright Knight disappears.
Sam: ... Well, that date is going to be a disaster.
Tucker: One question, is that island really haunted?
Danny: Ohhhhh, it's VERY haunted, trust me, you don't want to mess with the ghosts the there.
After the date with Tim.
Fright Knight enters the castle: THE FRIGHT KNIGHT HAS RETURNED TRIUMPHANT!
Sam: Holy shit, seriously?
Tucker: Maybe Tim YES IS disturbed...
Danny: Hehe, I told you so, congratulations Fright Knight!
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Part 1
the Shade feel extra Stabby today. line art belong to the talented @ovytia-art
Another lineart by @five-rivers for @green-with-envy-phandom-event
An oldie but a goodie [repost]
...I promise I am working on another installment of Big Clockwork.
