Phantom has part of the Justice League Collective for a while now, and its very, very, very obvious that the 25* year old Ghost had a crush on Batman.
Everyone in the Watchtower knew, it was obvious in the way he watched Batman in awe, or how his cheeks would glow green when Batman hummed at him with approval.
Flash directly asked him one day, expecting a shy admittance or hasty, embarassed denial, but Phantom was very straightforward when he said yes, he did find Batman very romantically appealing.
So yes, everyone knew, even Batman himself though he's never spoken a word on how he feels about the situation.
And yet, Phantom never shoot his shot. He never tried extra hard for pair ups with Batman, never flirted with him, or asked him out, never went out of his way to show off. Sure he was ghost, but courting rituals and flirting couldn't have been that different from normal human ones.
One day, after watching Phantom once again go green in the cheeks when Batman thanked him for turning in a report on time(high praise from Batman), Green Lanturn finally broke. He asked Phantom why, if he did like Batman, he didn't actively pursue him.
The look Phantom gave Green Lanturn made everyone feel like idiots, before Phantom slowly, as if explaining to a group to 3 year olds, that it was "Inappropriate to date ones boss or coworker of higher authority. It created a power imbalance, even if it was a minor one, and could lead to workplace hostility and tension should the relationship sour. Their jobs as heros was important, but they were all beings with irrational feelings and emotions, and they couldn't chance letting those feelings hinder their responsibilities." Yes Phantom liked Batman, and if they weren't coworkers he would more seriously pursue him, but Phantom takes his job very seriously, as does Batman, and nobody wants the compromised.
*Rather Danny is actually 25 or is older and just looks younger is up to you but he is aged up and that is non negotiable.
*Intended to be crack but can definately go crack-angst if you want
Jason, rolling his eyes: You're such a wimp, getting a date is not that hard.
Dick: Oh yeah?
Jason: Yeah.
Dick: Okay. Go ask that- *points to a random guy* guy out, if he turns you down for any reason thats not "I'm in a relationship currently", "I'm Aromantic", or "I'm not interested in men", then that will be proof its not "easy", and that you're wrong.
Jason: Fine. *walks up to the man in question* Will you agree to go on a date with me so I can laugh in my brother's face?
Danny: *blinks slowly as he sips on a "green apple" slushie, he looks Jason up and down with consideration* I have to go to my sister's wedding in four weeks and she keeps trying to hook me up with the groom's best friend's sister, who I've met and have no interest in, if you go with me to that, I will tell your brother whatever you want me to.
Danny is alone and depressed after the loss of his family and friends, so to avoid Vlad he fakes Daniel Fenton's death in a house fire, destroys his parents research/lab/portal, and hides everything important to him in Phantom's Keep before he goes and joins the Justice League to occupy his time(and to hopefully stop him from becoming Dan should the need arise). But this a sad, depressed, and maybe even angry Danny who never wants to love anything again, so as Phantom he always comes off as sort of nonchalant, strict, and cold or even sometimes aggressive.
Plasmius team's up with Cadmus/Lurthor to make his Danny clone. With Luthor/Cadmus' help "Dani" comes out completely stable, still deemed a "failure" because shes female and Vlad is a d***, but stable.
But when Young Justice bust in and meet "Kon" and stuff, shes still a baby, they haven't aged her up because they deemed her a failure. So now, the Justice League has an angry Superman clone, and a baby Ghost clone, and they're really nervous on how Phantom is going to react.
Phantom is very cold most of the time, and he can be very angry and agressive at times. Seeing how Superman reacted, they're nervous to let Phantom know. But, they have to tell him, its his right to know he'd been cloned.
Everyone is in the room when Phantom is presented with the clone baby. His face is impassive as he listens to Batman's explaination, everyone in the room is tense, ready to step in if he gets agressive, his head tilts as Batman talks, green eyes searing into the sleeping kid. Nobody knows if thats a good thing. And then, green energy surrounds the infant, and shes pulled from Batman's arms forcefully, everyone tenses further. Phantom doesn't speak as he studies her, flips her around in the air to judge her every angle. She starts giggling, and then Phantom stops, removes the green energy and let's her fall. Flash runs forward to catch her, but its no use, shes floating. Its shaky, not as controlled as Phantom's, but shes floating, and giggling for a few seconds, before she can't hold herself anymore and she drops again, only to again be caught by Phantom's energy. This time, be actually holds her, poking her cheeks and dodging her outstretched hands before he pokes her in the sternum, and a tiny, delicate white ball floats out of the babies chest. Phantom stares at that ball for a number of minutes, before a smile splits across his face.
Everyone is startled by what they're seeing. No one has seen Phantom smile, not even mockingly, he just always seems to have a scowl on his face. But now, his smile is kind, loving even. His usually sharp, rigid form is now soft around edges, playful in how he lets her chase his fingers once that ball is back in her chest. Its a side of Phantom unrecognized, but it wasn't unpleasant.
In Danny's eyes, the little clone was perfect. She wouldn't die, couldn't double die without his parents weaponry, which could no longer be crafted. Even if her human half one day failed, her perfectly formed core meant she was guaranteed to become a full ghost, so they could still be a family. She wouldn't leave him alone.
*Slightly Dark!Danny, but he could be fixed with therapy/the baby slowly starts fixing him
*Danny is now obsessed with 'Dani', and extreamly overprotective of her
*Vlad called her a failure and said she had been set to be culled, and Phantom recognized him as a threat, so he almost killed and ate Vlad's core(Ghosts are slightly cannabistic if another ghost is deemed too much of a risk/threat) had the Justice League not stepped in, allowing vlad to flee.
*He a teen ghost dad now
*Danny is too jazzed to have family again that he doesn't really acknowledge or think about the fact that he was cloned
Danny is taking a break before settling down and starting a permanent career. He and his rogues have mostly made up, but they’re getting restless after not fighting for so long. Danny is too. So they decide to start a band, and since they’re too well known in this dimension, they’ll set up shop in a different one.
Between the two lead singers of (insert creative ghost themed band name) they sing about their past experiences vaguely, and about pushing through challenges to live their best lives. and it takes off, especially in rogue heavy places, where people struggled to make ends meet in between almost daily rogue attacks.
phantom, ember, johnny13 and kitty are the main band members, with shadow on the drums. technus does the effects and is in charge of equipment, and fright knight and occasionally skulker are bouncers.
a lot of young heroes get invested when the band drops a new song about having to take responsibility but being too scared to do so without support called ‘don’t kiss the ring’ which creatively uses a young man being thrust into king hood as the focus. it’s incredibly emotional for any of the young justice.
so when they get assigned to investigate the group on account of them possibility being a paranormal threat and most of JLD is off world or out of contact? This may just be the best mission of all time.
Tim, half joking: Yeah well my boyfriend is probably cooler than your boyfriend.
Dick: *looks past Tim, where he can see Danny patiently teaching Damian how to make flower collars for the dogs, and smiles like a lovesick fool* No. No he is not.
Tim: Ew, gross thats your "I'm so in love face". Forget I started this conversation.
Halfa Jason's ghost form is robin but his constantly bleeding lazerus water
okay. My brain just had to reboot for a while… because my fingers are itching to draw this right now!
I can’t seem to find a way to make the beginning of this, but I think it would be on total accident…
Like… he was taking care of his own business and his brothers and father were there with him, especially Dick and Batman, when he ‘go ghost’ by total accident…
Bruce and Dick would have a mental breakdown when they see the Robin they both failed, while Tim would try to find out what happened and holding Damian back, who was screaming something about pit demons or something like that…
Danny is taking a break before settling down and starting a permanent career. He and his rogues have mostly made up, but they’re getting restless after not fighting for so long. Danny is too. So they decide to start a band, and since they’re too well known in this dimension, they’ll set up shop in a different one.
Between the two lead singers of (insert creative ghost themed band name) they sing about their past experiences vaguely, and about pushing through challenges to live their best lives. and it takes off, especially in rogue heavy places, where people struggled to make ends meet in between almost daily rogue attacks.
phantom, ember, johnny13 and kitty are the main band members, with shadow on the drums. technus does the effects and is in charge of equipment, and fright knight and occasionally skulker are bouncers.
a lot of young heroes get invested when the band drops a new song about having to take responsibility but being too scared to do so without support called ‘don’t kiss the ring’ which creatively uses a young man being thrust into king hood as the focus. it’s incredibly emotional for any of the young justice.
so when they get assigned to investigate the group on account of them possibility being a paranormal threat and most of JLD is off world or out of contact? This may just be the best mission of all time.
Vlad is the mother Gothel stand in who steals Danny away from Jack and Maddie.
Not sure about the details yet, but Jason is walking in the woods near the tower hears Danny whistling some song and the cheesy fantasy romance of his brain starts to spin.
He doesn't even wait for Danny to let down his hair, motherfucker just scales the tower cuz he's Jason "Red Hood" Todd-Wayne baby.
Jason scales the tower and climbs through the window, then gets knocked the fuck out the second he sets foot on the tower's floor, because Danny is used to intruders who scream about wanting to skin him or pulverise him, and he is NOT fucking around about the security.
With Danny and Vlad its probably some sort of threatening-turned-trauma-bonding thing, maybe threatening to tell his parents or hurt them or whatever he would threaten with
It could also make for a good misunderstanding, Danny got so freaked out that someone entered without phasing or using the stairs that he knocked him out. It could be just funny or it could be Vlad saved Danny. Who knows. I think it should either be full angst or no angst in this one.
Anyway Jason finds a wet cat, Jason assumes wet cat is sad (might be right), Jason takes wet cat for a walk to a coffee shop to dry out then have a date, Jason falls in love with no longer wet cat, they open a book shop together and Dani is their daughter. The end. But of course add the angst (or perceived one-sided angst)
Ok guys consider this: DP fic where Danny and Wes run away together
Make no mistake, they still absolutely HATE each other. Wes has been trying to expose Danny’s identity since the beginning, and that hasn’t changed a bit since the GiW appeared.
Now, though, it makes a little bit more sense to Danny.
Wes is at his window, panting and shaking, and he is bleeding. The GiW, he explains, had been harassing him since the beginning. An hour ago, they got the warrant needed to take him into custody, and they went after him immediately. To add to that, they got the papers to go after one other person as well. Danny.
So now, they’re on the world’s worst road trip to Florida or Alaska or some other, equally far away state because Wes has an uncle there who he knows has a deep enough grudge against the government that he won’t sell them out for anything.
They hate each other, and desperately wish they could ditch each other, but Danny’s the only one who can actually keep their rustbucket bike (originally Wes’ brother’s, gifted to him after it started breaking down) working without dropping at least 2 grand on repairs, and Wes is the only one with a driver’s license.
Danny’s honestly surprised that Wes didn’t just sell him out. Wes told him that, quite frankly, he probably would have, had the GiW not attacked him as viciously as they did. He still hated Danny, of course, but he couldn’t live with himself if he just…left someone to get tortured like that.
Danny snaps that he knew the GiW would do that since the beginning, and if Wes had just listened to him—
In truth, he’s surprisingly touched. He’s never gonna tell Wes that, but still.
Basically just roadtrip of hell where Danny and Wes slowly get closer and start to understand each other, while simultaneously Jazz and Sam are working together to politically destroy the GiW, Tucker is running digital interference as much as possible (Danny, please stop showing your full face in front of security cameras, are you trying to give him a seizure), and the parents Fenton are beginning to think that they might’ve, just maybe, made a slight mistake in their understanding of Phantom.
Sometimes Danny wishes his core wasn't so insistent about hearing everyone out, the needy whine rising in intensity as situations proved more suspect than originally thought. Not that it'd solve anything right now, but it'd be less a pain in the ass.
And he should still punch Wes, but... well...
Actually, he should definitely punch Wes for the broken window, but given the circumstances it was understandable. And how frightening that was, to be ready to maim and see Wes in the slightly grey drizzle, beat to shit worse than anything Dash had dared to do to Danny.
"The Guys In White." He'd started, voice already cracked from overuse (a haunting thought). The over-expensive dirtbike shifted underneath him.
The GIW had gotten a warrant for him so they could have a real interrogation for his ranting. Real interrogation, like a spit lip. Real like a black eye.
Real like a cracked voice.
He'd tried to sarcastically drawl about it, hands carefully not on the broken glass. Careful, despite the attempted casualness.
"And did they finally believe you?"
"Doesn't matter if they did Fenton, they've got the warrant to come knocking now. One Daniel James Fenton, due for interrogation"
He swears he didn't say shit to them, on the way to his garage. But right then, Danny feels the heart he doesn't have stop, and his core go quiet.
"Wes, why are you here."
Wes motions him down, and the shaking hand in the rain is so startling as to make Danny realize Wes barely has anything on. They must have only just released him.
There can be no cameras, no observation. No winning.
His lip is still bleeding as Danny ducks under the windowsill regardless and transforms, electing to pop up through the pavement.
"I fucking hate you man, but they'll kill you."
He wanted to laugh. Now Wes cares? Only after he's beat to shit by the government?
"They'll kill you, and I'm not too convinced anyone in your house would pass a contamination check either if you get caught. I think they'd do it too."
And that, that's the deal sealer. It's not about Danny, now, the drone in his ears getting louder. The GIW arguably already don't like the Fentons, this is a good excuse as any to get them off the map. And if Danny goes in, he fails. And if he fails, so does everyone else.
"Then what's your plan, Wes? What brilliant idea do you have? Looks to me like you've fucked everyone over, like everyone always told you you would. So are you helping or are you digging?"
It was the first time Wes ever flinched at something Danny said, satisfaction- sickly sweet as it was- oozing to the forefront of his emotional storm.
The rain got a little bit stronger, a little windier, as they stared at each other.
"I know- I fucking know man- that I don't have any right to- but we're screwed together already. I shouldn't be here. Get on my bike and- we need to go."
Danny was going to be witty, be funny. Deflect and defend. But in his backyard on the dirt alley, he could hear the wrathful knock of fate.
"This is an official ghostly investigation, open up!"
And they both needed to leave. Now.
Danny doesn't think that the phase through everything trick will work twice; it's an admission of guilt and power. But now their sad asses are sat in Wes' garage.
"No, seriously, what is your plan. Cool, my hide remains another day! What is the-"
"Shove it Fenton." Wes hisses, pulling out a skateboard from god knows where and parking his ass, all in the aid of parking his ass and sliding to the bike.
"Are- are you repairing the-"
"Better ideas?" He bit, already elbow deep into it. Danny could see the problem already, too, now that his life wasn't on the line.
"Oh move the hell over Wes, you need to- up, loser! Left! Yes, that thing. Take it off and clean it."
"Oh yeah I'll just clean it with this-"
He was gonna be so smart, so witty- not on Danny's watch, not right now.
"Do it!"
Wes gave a spiteful harrumph, but nonetheless obliged.
"At least one of us can work a fucking bike, I guess." He muttered.
"Fuck man, you let your bike look like-"
"It's Kyle's. It's his piece of shit bike he dumped on me when it wasn't good anymore and sometime after we were six feet under struggling middle class." Wes snapped back.
Danny's jaw clicked shut at that one, but his kindness could only extend so far.
"Plan, Wes."
"I've got this uncle, right. In Alaska. Last anyone talked to him was right before he was dropped off the map to avoid the government. Oddly enough, probably not tax evasion, but he'd rather die than sell blood and blood's plus one out."
Danny had to consider, carefully.
"So you've lost it then. Do you even know where in Alaska he is?"
"I've got coordinates. One day mail came in for me and Kyle, one for both of us. We've got different coordinates, not by much though. My dad didn't get anything, which was weird, and nobody understood it at the time but-"
"-you got to the bottom of it and it's in Alaska?" Danny finished wearily.
"Mine had print on the back, times new roman, encoded. Not encoded well, but still. That I look like the troublemaker who might need to disappear to."
"Your uncles a freak and this-"
"What's your plan then, run off to the ghostly wilds? You'll starve, idiot."
That was, unfortunately, a better argument ender than Danny wanted it to be. Better than Wes probably thought it was, even.
The Yeti's food fills, but does not sustain. Everyone found that out the hard way. Being unconscious in a tube is different from trying to be there for weeks at a time.
"... Alaska?"
"Straight trip, as few stops as possible. You're cool with hopping boarders, right? And robbing banks, right?"
Earsplitting whine. "Hey-!"
"Don't pop a gasket yet! Fuck, Fenton, you're the sole person in the world that doesn't need a gun to do it!"
Less earsplitting.
"I don't think you ever actually got what an Obsession is-"
"Awwww, is da poor bitch baby boy afwaid of hurting the widdle cameras?"
The ringing leaving his ears didn't stop him from physically flinging himself at Wes, only stopped by missing as his brain caught up to his body.
"You're a fucking jackass, you know that?"
"Yeah, well, I'm the only jackass in town with a motorcycle willing to take you."
A drawn out silence. The temptation to ask who said Danny needed Wes and not the other way around.
"You are going to stay in the garage, while I take every piece of clothing I can fit into a bag out my closet and pack. And uh, break into my dads safe." Wes muttered, sucking his breath in as he tripped over his professed crime plans.
His lip started bleeding again at the sharp movement.
"And if I don't? If I leave you here to be a traitor on your own?"
"Then die on your own time."
Wes stormed out, and Danny had only silence for company.
Fuck.
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck, fuckity fuck fuck fuck 🎵!
No, no amusing showtune asides. This one's lethal for realzies.
...
Fuck
Wes came back to Danny trying to clean the bike some more. Because what else was going to happen?
Wes, for worse or for lethal, was sticking his neck out to do this. And yeah, Danny had some contingencies for the GIW, but most of them assumed they were illegally acting. There was only so much Sam's lawyers could do to defend him once he was sub-human.
Best he could do right now was see if there was a functioning payphone to harass Vlad with and see if there were some government pins to be pulled, and wasn't that even worse than being stuck here with Wes.
"Ha. Ha. Fuck." Wes swore.
"Don't sound so enthused."
"I get it, I- get on the fucking bike and shut up."
"We could fly faster." Danny attempted.
"And get fucking tracked while you're in ghost form? At least if we're a couple miles out your human trail nosedives, ghost wasn't it like a hundred miles? They'll be on your ass-"
"Your house isn't that far from mine Wes. Not two m-"
"Get on the fucking bike Fenton."
He didn't argue.
What argument could there be, now?
The bank robbery argument would have to wait. The argument about his clothes couldn't exist to begin with. The questions about Sam, about Tucker, about Jazz were dead in their cradles.
He knew (hoped) it was a hallucination, but the wind sounded an awful lot like GIW sirens, and Wes' breathing through a raw throat couldn't drown it out as Danny hugged tighter on the back of the bike.
So I’ve been binging a bunch of DPxDC crossover fics cause they’re hella fun. And I wanted to make some fanart for a handful of the fics I’ve been reading just to show how vastly different Danny gets portrayed. It’s really fun!! I love when ppl make Danny get Jack’s tall ass gene’s, but it’s also funny to see him as a scrawny lil guy. He’s a pretty moldable character
Anywho, it’s just been fun, so here’s some fanart. Thanks to the authors for writing them 🙏
Fics in order of art:
Like Beta Fish Do by @clockwayswrites
Ghost in the Morgue by @the-witchhunter
Secretary Danny by DeathlySilent13
If You Give a Bat a Burger by @noir-renard
If you give any of these a read, just make sure you mind the tags/ratings
time travel fanfic idea where Jason comes back to before he was adopted, him and Batman still meet and he still ends up being adopted by Bruce Wayne, but he just refuses to acknowledge Batman and Robin, he acts like a civilian boy, he has over thirteen extracurriculars that Bruce does his best to keep up with. He regularly works out and trains all the fighting he's learned over the years, he goes on a gap year before college to recuperate the all blades and pretends to be the civilian in a family of crime fighting vigilantes.
He's doing pre-med and keeps nagging his siblings to go to college too (Cass, Tim), Duke is the one who spends more time with him bc everyone else is nocturnal and sleep through the day, but Jason likes to drive Duke to his classes and pick him up so they can have lunch together, Damian had a hard time at first, because Jason speaks every language that he speaks and all bat related things have to stay at the cave, his league training didn't prepare him for a civilian brother.
During an attempted kidnapping during one of the Wayne galas, Jason's whole plan almost gets blow up because one of the guys has taken a woman hostage and his Red Hood fried brain just pounced on the dude with all his might, wrestled him for the gun and kept him stuck under his boot with the gun pointed between the guys brows.
He had to pretend to be scared when Batman came to the rescue and act like he didn't know how to handle a gun.
+ Alfred 100% thinks Jason was on a children gang and that's why he's so good with knives, guns and rifles, but who's he to say anything about people's past
Tbh, Alfred probably knows that Jason at least knows his way around handling weaponry for maintenence really well. Grandpa-Grandson bonding time can include Maintenence on Alfred's armory! Using the hidden shooting range while everyone else is Out!
Just because he isn't out as a Cape doesn't mean he isn't still living in Gotham, and therefore should at least learn the safe handling basics! Or so the argument in favor of that goes.
Only Alfred is aware of how damned skillful their Family Civilian handles all of it when B is out of sight, tho. He too is a Theater Kid, he'd be delighted to help his grandbaby maintain his skills and wield them against the fam.
He's not one to poke at things like traumatic backstories. If Jaylad wants to tell him stuff while they work on cleaning & stuff for the Range, he will.
(Alfred canonically has an armory stashed around the Manor, there is plenty of room for him to have a Range somewhere too. And it wouldn't be Bat territory like the Cave, bc B has Gun Trauma thus Alfie is okay with tucking it elsewhere. He wasn't going to cripple his ability to defend a traumatized bby B, but he can politely tuck it all where B won't notice it 99% of the time.)
“I just- I’ve never- I just.. I have never shot a shotgun before. I-I always saw Alfie polish it and he would teach me hot to hold it properly- you know? Said if I ever needed to keep the family safe to not hesitate, guess he didn’t think it he would be the one-“
“Deep breaths Master Jason, that’s it lad.”
Jason was having a hard time keeping his laughter down, oh Alfred was good, thankfully the uneven breathing could be explained away by building panic and shock.
“If you need a moment we can continue this another day Mr. Wayne.”
“God, Mr. Wayne is my dad, just Jason commish, thank you but no, I just want to just get this over with. Anyways Alfie is as close to as a grandfather I have ever had, he helped raise me y’know? So when, when he got dragged off I didn’t hesitate to grab the shottie from the trunk and went after them.”
Jason looked to the warehouse ceiling and pulled at his shock blanket.
“I ran around like a headless chicken and recognized the warehouse from the broadcast from when I was on the streets and just snuck in the way I used to and took the shot.”
He brought his eyes back to the body bag being loaded into the ambulance and watched as the doors were closed.
“You know, after all the terror, and all the years, you almost forget he’s just a man… Was. He was just a man, and all it took to end the madness was one pull of the trigger…”
A firm hand fell to his shoulder as commissioner Gordon gave him a look of weary understanding.
“You did the right thing. As much as I trust Batman and his crew, I know that Arkham can’t fix a man who didn’t want to be fixed.” He then took a carton and lighter out and lit a cigarette and took a long drag as they watched the ambulance pull out. “I just wish our crew got here in time to take this weight off your shoulders...”
“If that is all commissioner, our ride is here and I feel it is best if I take my charge home. It has been a long day and I’m afraid the boy needs to rest.”
“Of course, we may need to do another interview later and you should probably talk to your family’s PR team on this whole thing. I’ll try to keep the hounds at bay for a day of two but both of your faces were in the broadcast. I can’t cover your involvement. For now, take care.”
Jason, later, *using his civilian status to trick his family into resting for once*: so I've been having trouble sleeping ever since the situation with Alfred and the Joker and I was wondering if we could have a sleepover here. I really don't want to be alone and I'd feel better if I knew you were all safe and close.
Batfam *they melt. They all skip patrol that night to cuddle with Jason. They wake up feeling more rested than they have in years.*
Jason *hides a smirk and makes it a point to make it happen at least once a month.*
I'm definitely thinking that Jason's skills only come out when there's an all-hand-on-deck situation—mayhaps something with the all-blades because being soul bound they could have travelled back with him.
Batfam and JL on the news: *getting their asses beat by a demon*
Jason, putting on an unholy amalgamation of all of his family member's outfits because no single outfit fits him before running off to go kill a demon in 15 minutes: I cannot believe that this is how it ends..my long con...ruined...
Batfamily the next night: *whispering about the mysterious vigilante with a well made but unrecognisable costume*
No one expects Superman to have hobbies. Mostly because everyone thinks he lives in an ice fortress in the artic and spends all his time saving people instead of being a person and having a job. No one expects him to be Clark Kent either. But he is a person and he has a job, and even though he can't exactly keep up with a hobby -what with all that ‘spending most of his time saving people and trying to be a person’ thing- he does have ways to pass the time and unwind himself after a long day.
Technology is so amazing, and social media is so addictive.
So maybe he keeps up with inane internet drama. So what? People having parasocial relationships with random bloggers is like the norm nowadays, and honestly the lowscates problems of celebrities are like a breath of fresh air after stopping another world-ending threat. So yeah, he knows meme speak; he's fluid in the way only chronically online people are, even if his coworkers think he barely knows how to navigate google and his uh- night shift coworkers still think he could somehow not know what a tv is.
This is all to say, that he could be excused of momentarily forgetting himself after a long battle and even longer debriefing, and in a completely conditioned response -totally outside of his control- having responded to a comment about one of his favorite celebrities in the way he would have inside a fandom space.
Meaning, that while sitting at the table in the watchtower, surrounded by his fellow superheroes, listening to Green Lanter cry over the 500k luxury car crash that Bruce Wayne was involved in and how someone had to stop the crazy bastard or stage a rescue mission for all the poor beauties trapped in his garage, Superman -world’s mightiest hero- actually opened his mouth and without any input whatsoever from his brain said “or i could get him pregnant, maybe that'll calm him down”.
The absolute silence after that didn't get to last for more than a second, as Batman tripped over his own feet and almost brained himself on the table.
