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Sudden Inspiration

[rheitais]

Dp x Dc Prompt- Back to you

There was definitely something wrong with him. Jason got through the whole back from the dead, fucked off for 3 years and came back thing. Hell when he came back he came back magical.

That was completely his fault because 19 year old Jason Peter Todd had never been a day outside on his own without getting lost. He ended up on the west coast when he made his way back to the states. Met the prettiest man on a bike that was way too out of his league, a long haired stranger that wasn't going to see him again.

Jason was a stubborn fool, he gave the guy one night. Even after he did whatever freaky magic on him, he left and that's completely on him. Jason is 22 now and smarter and he realized how much of an idiot he was.

Now, why was Jason thinking of an old fling? That guy had haunted his memories and somehow Jason still hears his voice of encouragement when he is having a terrible night. Whatever magic he used on him has gotten him this far it's time to repay that favor.

Of course there was the chance the pretty guy was taken by this point. Anyone who didn't ask him out was probably dumber than Jason. Jason has stubborn blind bat syndrome (coined by Tim) as an excuse, normal people are stupid to not find him pretty.

So the resident Gotham crime lord takes the longest trip to the west. He made a few stops when he randomly remembered how much the guy was a nerd. Finding trinkets that he would like.

Only bit Jason needed to worry about was finding him. They met by a motel and stayed at that motel so he was definitely going to have to search for a while. Though it didn't seem to be fair.

While filling up gas a little girl in a far too big punk outfit waved at him from her little side seat. He waved back and she started giggling.The bike looked familiar but Jason wasn't sure from where.

"Well I'll be damned. As I die and suffer, a dead man comes home?"

Jason turns to see a mix of white and black hair blur his vision for a second as Danny leans on him without care. He was smug about too.

[Masterpost]

[rheitais]

Love how this is just the universal question.

[alien-slushie]

Robin: Hey Phantom, quick word.

Phantom: Yes?

Robin: Don't go around singing. I really don't want your siren song messing with the team, you understand right?

Phantom: Oh, sure, of course.

Robin: Thanks for understanding! *tries to pat Phantom's shoulder but his hand goes straight through* Oh, woops didn't realise you weren't solid. Anyway, let's get back to the rest of the team.

Phantom: Sure.

*two weeks later*

Aqualad: *storms into Titan's Tower and drags Robin into a private meeting* What the heck is wrong with you?

Robin: What do you mean? Also, ow.

Aqualad: You told Phantom not to sing!

Robin: Oh, yeah of course I did. I didn't want him to accidentally ensnare the rest of the team. A harem situation is the last thing this tower need, intentionally or not.

Aqualad: Siren's don't always work like that, Robin, especially adolescents! Da-Phantom's songs are almost entirely hypnotic, and cause confusion! He's still a guppy! An older guppy, sure, but that just means he also has complete control over his song! He could sing and it could effect nothing for Poseidon's sake!

Robin: O-Oh.

Aqualad: What you said was so incredibly offensive, do you realize that? Chalking up a Siren song as something purely preditory? Its instinct, it ingrained in him as much as breathing is for you and me. Even if it weren't, would you tell Raven or Starfire not to use their abilities because Demons and Aliens try to take over the world occasionally?

Robin: No, of course not.

Aqualad: Well this is basically the same thing. You need to give Phantom an apology, and maybe ask Aquaman for a lesson in Sirens if Phantom won't give you one.

Robin: You're right, I made assumptions and I am sorry. I'll pull Phantom aside later.

Aquaman: Thank you for being understanding. I hope I don't have to come in here like this again.

*in the hallway*

Phantom: Aqualad! You're here!

Aqualad: Hey guppy. *pats Phantom affectionally on the back*

Phantom: *core purrs before tapering off when he sees Robin, and Phantom seems to deflate a bit.* Oh, hello Robin.

Robin: Ah Phantom, about you singing-

Phantom: I haven't been, like you said, promise.

Robin: I-I know and I need to tell you that I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ask you not to express yourself, or your instincts. Its not an excuse, but I had no clue how important singing would be for you.

Phantom: Really? You won't be angry then?

Robin, wincing: No. I'm so sorry, I'll be talking to Aquaman about understanding Siren's more, something I should have done from the beginning. I hope you can forgive me sometime in the future.

Phantom: It-It might take a bit of time. *winces as if he feels guilty but Aqualad pats his shoulder in encouragement* Normally, people have issues with me being a ghost, so when you didn't blink an eye at it, I got excited thinking I was fully accepted, but then you shut down a part of me that makes me a Siren too and I just, it made me sad and kind of angry.

Robin: I'm sorry.

Phantom: Thank you for apologizing, most people don't. I hope we can be friends when I forgive you in the future?

Robin: Of course, I look forward to being your friend Phantom.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic idea: Not over it

Bruce Wayne wakes to a pair of blue eyes inches from his own. It takes him completely by surprise, especially when the eyes slowly bleed in green, and he's just about to give in to the reflex of punting whatever it is away when, at the last possible second, the eyes speak.

"Did you sleep with my parents?"

Bruce opens and closes his mouth, stunned by the accusation. A few seconds go by, during which his foggy mind attempts to fight off lack of sleep long enough to make sense of the growled question.

It obviously took too much time for whoever this is for they sigh impatiently.

The eyes move back, and now when they are no longer taking up his entire view, Bruce can see its a creature of some sort. It's humanoid enough that Bruce would even suspect it of being a teenage boy. It's also oddly familiar, as if he resembled someone Bruce knew a long time ago.

"Did you?" The boy repeats, his articulation sharp as steel.

The double raised eyebrows, the slight head tilt, and even the click of a tongue are all habits that scratch a part of Bruce's brain, and like a dam bursting apart, memories flood his head.

"Oh," he breathes, eyes roaming the creature's face, identifying each feature that he stole from his parents. "You're Jack and Maddie Fenton's. You have your mother's glare and your father's face shape."

The creature, for it can no longer be entirely human with that glow, neon eyes, and the fact that it is levitating as if gravity were an unsolicited opinion, narrowed its eyes. "That's right I am. My name is Danny Fenton"

"Danny," Bruce repeats, tasting the sound on his tongue. He can help, but soften his expression at the confirmation that his old lovers kept the name they used to casually talk about. "Its lovely. Where you named after-"

"The street dog that Dad chased until he crashed into window around the back patio of som rich guy. The same rich guy my Mom was trying to seduce by pretending she needed chemistry tutoring, in the very same patio" Danny huffs, repeating the story he likely heard a thousand times in his life.

Bruce chuckles "Jack always had grand entrances. What are you doing here, Danny?"

Danny frown, bitting his lip before pointing to his hair. Bruce watches it switch between dark black and pure snow white, as well as his flickering eyes that can't seem to decide if they should be blue or green "I need a transplant"

"Are you sick?" Bruce frets twisting the blanket in one hand. If this child was here, based on his age, then he likely came to ask Bruce for a kidney or liver. This is likely his son.

Wow

"Somewhat?" Danny runs a frustrated hand through his hair. Bruce admires how the action causes some strands to stay white. It winds up giving his son salt-and-pepper hair. "A couple of days ago I had an accident during a fight. My core took a nasty hit, and now both sides of being are mixing. I can't control my appearance anymore. My Yeti said I need a soul piece transplant, but it has to be someone comparable. Neither my mom, dad, nor sister is a match, so my mom suggested you might be. Since you are likely my biological father. I know its a lot to ask-"

"Should we go see your Yeti today and prep for the surgery? It is a surgery, isnt it?" Bruce sits up, discarding the fact he undstoood only a third of what the boy said, to focus on the important part. His son needed him. "How do we test to see if we're a match?"

Danny squints at him, before folding his arms over his chest "This doesn't mean I'll become your heir or break up my parents for you"

Bruce blinks "Of course. Why would it?"

"My parents are happily married!"

The man nods, reaching for the robe by his bed. He always slept shirtless, but depending on the season he wore pajamas pants or a pair of briefs. Thankfully, he choose the pants last night. "I am aware. They had fun with me, but they didn't love me. Not the way they loved eachother. Jack and Maddie are soulmates."

A loaded silence goes by before Danny's glow spikes up. Bruce fights the urge to look away, wondering if his son somehow got his DNA spliced with a star or even if his ex-lovers weren't as human as he had thought. Danny now looks like a human outline made of light as the boy looks down at his hand, and shakes it around.

He is obviously trying to shake off the brightness, but it doesn't seem to work, for the boy throws his arms into the air and folds his legs under him. Bruce's eyes start to water from the strain of keeping eye contact- or what he assumes is eye contact. He can't make out the boy's face.

"Gah! I hate this!" Danny whines, "I just want this to be over!"

"We'll get the test done as quickly as possible," Bruce promises, moving over to his closet. "Do I need to pack ann overnight bag for the hospital?"

Danny doesn't have a chance to answer because Alfred chooses to speak out. His butler stands in the doorway, holding a tray of Bruce's morning coffee and pastry.

"Master Bruce? Who are you talking to?" The aged man asks glancing around the room

"My possible son with the Fentons," Bruce replies, waving a hand at Danny, who is still just light. He gets the feeling his boy is studying Alfred closely.

"The Fentons?" Pity and worry clouds Alfred's voice as he slowly creeps closer. Carefully he lowers the tray on the coffee table on the right side of the room. Just as delicately, Alfred replies "Master Bruce. The Fentons broke up with you"

A laugh, half hysterical- half devastated, leaves Bruce throat before he can stop it. "Yeah they broke my heart! Taught me that I was unlovable no matter how hard I tried. HA HA HA HA!"

"Oh" Danny winces. "This is worst then the fruitloop."

[dcxdpdabbles]

Sam: This is boring

Tucker: I know. When they said we were getting a field trip in Gotham, I thought it would be a lot more exciting. Especially when they listed Wayne Enterprises as one of the tours.

Danny: Axion Labs had a better tour. All we've seen are hallways and closed doors

Sam: Don't forget the Wayne water fountain that was part of the original town hall of Gotham, before it burned to the ground and the fountain was bought out by the Waynes.

Danny: It was a fascinating twelve-minute wait for the small gush of water.

Tucker: Whats the tour guy saying now?

Danny: Don't know. Don't care.

Sam: Ugh, we should play a game. Make the time move faster.

Tucker: Sure, want to play Would You Rather?

Danny: We played that on the bus. How about Have You Ever?

Sam: We don't have anything to drink. Let's do Hot Seat.

Danny: Sure.

Tucker: Go head

Sam: Right, Danny, you're first. If you could sleep with any of the heroes in Gotham who would-

Danny: Red Hood.

Tucker: Good taste. Bouncing off of what Sam said, if you could sleep with any of the Waynes who-

Danny: Jason Todd.

Sam: You seem overly eager to answer these questions.

Danny: Is that a problem?

Jason: No I find it interesting

Danny letting out the highest pitch scream a man of 25 has ever made: !!!!!!

Jason: impressive set of pipes.

Sam whispering to Tucker: Is it just me, or does Danny have a shot?

Tucker whispering back: I think he does. They were about Gotham. Anything can happen here.

[clockwayswrites]

Bruce presses the back of his hand to his lip, feeling the cut sting in response. He should get some ice. Make sure the swelling isn’t so bad tomorrow that a teacher will feel required to ask. But he doesn’t want to get up. It’s cool there in the shade of the bell tower, even as the cicadas scream in the warm weather. There’s a peace to it.

A peace that is ruined by someone dropping to the ground next to him. Danny Masters. He’s a grade above than Bruce, but by age he should be two. Bruce has never spoken to the other boy before, but memorizing the student body at a place like this was easy. Danny stretches his long legs out in the grass before he holds out a plastic glove full of ice.

Bruce eyes it warily.

Danny shrugs. “Couldn’t find a plastic bag.”

Bruce doesn’t say anything.

“Look, I get it.”

Bruce scoffs. As if someone—

“I killed my parents too.”

—oh.

“Not just them. My sister. My best friends. They’re all dead because of me.”

Bruce stays quiet, but he takes glove full of ice and presses it hard against his lip. He ignores the way Danny is looking at him. Danny just hums. The sound mixes with the cicada calls.

“Bruce Wayne.”

“I know. Danny Fe… Masters.”

“I know,” Bruce replies.

[teapotofbees]

Okay so I didn't follow this prompt exactly, but the "I killed my parents" "Me too" scene was stuck in my head and also Clocky's SicklyDanny from Danny in Metropolis kinda lives rent free in my head, sooooo

oops I had brain worms and my hand slipped: First and Final Kiss

[clockwayswrites]

The bois!!

Oh they both need so many hugs. This is delightful. (I need to give it another read when head words better.)

[teapotofbees]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

With a perfectly practiced smile and a carefully curated cheer in his voice, Bruce holds out his hand. “Hi, you must be Daniel Fenton, I’m Bruce Wayne.”

“Uh, Danny, actually. I prefer Danny.” The pale teen looks up from where he was watching his scruffy sneakers, his shoulders hunched and his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his oversized hoodie. His choppy bangs cover his forehead, and his eye bags practically have their own hand luggage under his dull blue gaze. A gaze that is none the less alert and assessing despite the weariness and exhaustion that hang off his rail thin form.

Vlad Masters lets go of his handshake with Lucius Fox, attention returning to his ward. “Now Danny, be nice and give the boy a handshake like I taught you.” His hand brushes Danny’s shoulder, attempting to push him a step closer to Bruce.

’Play nice, or else,’ is practically written all over Vlad’s body language.

Danny stands his ground. The wince- or a flinch -is minute, a momentary spasm across his features, and then he is carefully reaching out to take Bruce’s offered hand.

The first thing that Bruce notices is the cold limpness of Danny’s grip, the delicate bones of his fingers pressing into Bruce’s palm. The second thing he notices is the medical bracelet around Danny’s wrist reading, ’Do not administer medical aid, call this phone number.’ Except… that is Vlad Masters’ phone number. Bruce recognizes it from when Lucius went over the files with him.

Danny takes his hand back, those fingers disappearing back into his pocket. His voice is bland- disinterested and exhausted -but there’s something sharp in his gaze as he narrows his eyes slightly. “Wayne, huh? So who died and gave you a building?”

Keep reading

[schwarz-san]

Danny pulls a Kitty

For one reason or another, Danny's body got destroyed and is trapped as a ghost in the realms. His only anchor back to the human world is a latest model of the Fentonthermos he was holding before his ohysichal body got destroyed.

In order to regain and rebuild a body of his own from scratch, he needed to pull a Kitty, and slowly possess someone and take over thair body, mind, soul and everything (danny swear its temporary, hell return everything back once hes done!) To jumpstart rebuilding his old body back from ecto and his old remains.

Remains thats been shredded to pieces and scattered.

Somehow, the thermos fell at the hands of red robin woh immedietely got anchanted with the clearly advance and very obvious magitech shape and acts like an actual thermos that could do a whole lot of things.

Its indestructable, unhackable, terrifyingly vesatile and magic and tech combine.

Tim is obssessed.

…the enchanting properties of the obhect being Dannys anchor certainly speed up the process.

Starting that day, Tim couldn't be seen without that thermos in his person. It doesn't matter if his civillian or in his vigilate hours, the thermos stayed with him.

And the longer that tim has the thermos, the more it imprints and take over him. He's more Danny than Tim by the time somebody noticed. Which is too late since when they did decided that an intervention is needed, danny had completely merge and take over everything ahout tim and went on a sabbatical to rebuilt his body.

Using Tims skills, mind, talents, and dannys powers, it only took him a few days to collect all of his scattered remains and rebuit it from scratch which ws also accelerated by one of tims cloning machines in his secret hide outs.

once he Danny his body back and bacame a complete halfa again, he explain everything to Tim (still disoriented) officially even though its unnecessary since tim knew everything the moment Danny take over everything but Danny owe the guy so he still did.

Danny got his body back but now he had more problems than before.

Which is A; the entire batfsm and the jl with the JL Dark in tow is searching for Tim and wants to know what the fuck is hapoening, B; what he did is a massive dick move, even if it was his only choice, because overshadowing is one thing, you just a passenger that hijacks control from someone and possession, which is what he did here, is literally OWNING a person and their everything.

Finally, C; Tim Drake in that short amount of time, got WAY into Danny possessing him.

Like obssessed about it.

Danny: Tim please, give back the thermos.

Tim: nu uh.

Danny: what do you mean "nu uh"?! Let it go, its not healthy for you! I knew it was my fault but give it up so we can fix you up too.

Tim looking like a cat with a canary with his mouth: Then take over. * wiggles eye brows suggestively*

Danny: Tim no.

Tim being over the top and doubling down: *rips shirt off and spread his arms wide on both sides* T A K E M E E E

Danny: God dammit.

[alien-slushie]

Phantom: *flying in excited circles in Wayne Manor's back yard, staring at the Gotham night sky*

Bruce: Uh Cass, hun, thats-

Cass: Phantom. Ghost, he haunts me now.

Bruce: Why?

Cass: Mission, I set him free.

Bruce: I see, and do you want us to get rid of him?

Cass: No, friends. He's silly.

Phantom: Cass! Cass look! You can see the Cassiopeia Constellation from here! *grabs Cass and flies her up so she can see better*

Cass: Pretty. *turns to Bruce whos freaking out on the ground* See? Silly.

[clockwayswrites]

@mikosflame Danny/Bruce, Key, “Take your aim, fire away... shoot me down, but I won't fall, I am titanium”

BANG!

A red flag emboldened with the word pops out the end of the gun.

The whole room seems to sag with an exhale of relief. But Bruce doesn’t. He still strains against the goons who are holding him back.

The Joker just shrugs, gun dangling limp from his fingers. “Ah, well, looks like all I have with me is a joke!” His face twisted into an awful sneer. “Problem is, doesn’t seem anyone is laughing!” He turns, a dramatic pivot that leaves his back to Danny.

Please, please, please, let him be done with Danny, Bruce silently pleads.

There’s a moment where he thinks it works.

Then the Joker snaps his fingers. The goons on either side of him raise their pistols. Danny jerks as a bullet hits his chest. The second bullet jerks him the other way. He curls in on himself, body bowed for a moment. But then he sweeps his hair back as he stands up straight. There’s a devil-may-care smirk on his lips. It’s the smile that Bruce fell for.

The Joker twists back with a growl. “Unload, boys!”

Bang-bang-bang—ten more shots ring out.

Danny jerks back with each of the shots, but there’s no blood. No wet red staining the new suit that he had let Bruce buy him. The pistols empty into Danny, but he doesn’t bleed.

The room holds its breath.

Danny shakes out his sleeves. Twelve bullet shells clink against the marble floor. He straightens his tie purposefully, and then in a flash has surged forward and socked the Joker.

He crumples to the floor in a pile of purple and green.

The goons pause and then run for it.

Danny is at Bruce’s side, holding his face as he searches for any damage. “Are you okay?”

“I think that’s my line,” Bruce says, his voice a desperate rasp. He presses his finger through a bullet hole in Danny’s suit. His finger meets flesh, whole and unblemished. “…how?”

Danny shrugs and smiles, a nervous thing that Bruce wants to sooth away with a kiss, so he does.

[alien-slushie]

DpxDc Idea

Danny moves to Gotham and buys an apartment building.

It was more just a fun project for him to fix up the building, seeing as how after he took over VladCo, and cleaning up operations, Danny was making more money than ever, even after donating to various charities. So yeah, he was bored and just wanted to get his hands dirty and personally repair the appartments.

Once everything was fixed up, he opened the appartments for rent. He didn't really want to charge people, especially in such an area as Crime Alley, but not charging someone rent is way more sketchy than just asking them to pay whatever they could or wanted to. He ended up just setting the money aside to use on the appartments should it need any upgrades or repairs. He doesn't only take money either, while he denies "physical" payments and/or narcotics, he'll take lessons, like the man in 2B teaching him to sew, or the woman in 5A teaching him how to cook, or the two kids who give him very interesting shiny rocks as payment, there was even a few people who paid by cleaning the appartment building's shared places. One teenager paid rent one month by giving Danny a pair of sickly black and white kittens they found outside(they're named Casper, and Specter, and they're the Building's Managers in Pest Apprehension, and Danny loves them).

Because the appartments are so close to where the working girls/boys run, they make up most of his tenants, so Danny asks them to not bring clients back to the apartments, its dangerous to let their clients know where they live, especially because there are other tenants, including children, in the building so its a safety risk. They all agree, they don't really want their clients knowing where they live anyway.

Some do get stalkers though, and Danny is quick to get rid of them. Or when burglars manage to break in, Danny stops them before they can take anything, and if he managed to miss the burglar, he'll personally replace whatever was stolen until they could get the original stuff back. (Maybe he should adopt a gaurd dog, at least for the intimidation factor. Cane Corso's are medium sized*, hes sure he could get away with getting something like that. Something to think about later.)

A lot of his tenants say Danny is really kind, but thats not how Danny sees it, and its something he loudly denies. He's a bored rich person who was taking advantage of his wealth. Him providing them a safe place to live, and a little bit of comfort isn't kindness, its basic human decency. He's not some saint who is doing this of his own kind heart, he's a normal guy who was bored and just decided to do something helpful opposed to harmful, and he shouldn't be praised for that.

*Danny's idea of Dog sizes is skewed, to him Cugo is a big dog, anything smaller than that is medium to small to xsmall.

Bonus

-Red Hood(or the bats in general) thinks the appartment building was suspicious. Maybe it was some rich guy just being nice, but outside of Bruce, stuff like that doesn't happen in Gotham. Maybe its money laundering, or its acting as an underground brothel, or the owner is actually a massive creep. Either way, they want to be discreet, they don't want to ruin a good thing for people in need if everything happens to be clean happenings. So, they go under cover, Jason acts like a working boy, Damian is a abused kid/teen on the run, Steph is hiding from a abusive ex, maybe Alfred gets in on it and acts like an old man whos boss just fired him because of with no severance pay?

-Everytime Danny starts to get bored, he buys another building to fix up. Not always appartment building's, maybe a hotel, or an auto garage, or an abandoned building he could gut and turn into rec center. You'd think Danny would be burning through money, but no, somehow Danny's happenings leaked and it was good press because people are buying things from VladCo more and more.

[neonnewsfeed]

Scene: Batcave — 20 Minutes After “Spooky Boy Supreme” Reveal

Danny is back in human form.

Sitting cross-legged on the medical table.

Eating cookies.

Because of course he is.

“…I’m just saying,” he says to no one in particular, “if you’re gonna call me an ‘entity,’ I deserve at least one cool nickname.”

From the computer—

a secure line opens.

Then another.

Then three more.

Bruce didn’t call them.

Which means—

They’re already watching.

Holograms Flicker On

One by one, the Batfamily appears.

Nightwing — already mid-concerned-big-brother face

Red Hood — leaning back like this is about to be entertaining

Red Robin — eyes locked, processing at 300 mph

Oracle — calm, but very focused

Danny waves.

“Hi! Oh wow, there’s more of you.”

Silence.

Collective.

Processing.

Nightwing is first.

“…Bruce,” he says slowly, “why is there a glowing file label next to that kid that says ‘Lazarus-class’?”

Danny perks up. “RIGHT?? I asked the same thing!”

Batman: “We’re still assessing.”

Red Hood leans forward.

“…Define ‘assessing,’ because from where I’m sitting, that looks like ‘you brought home something that crawled out of a pit and gave it cookies.’”

Danny points at him. “Okay, first of all, I did not crawl out of a pit—”

Damian cuts in:

“He is worse.”

Danny gasps. “Wow.”

Tim (Red Robin) Zooms In

Literally.

He enhances the feed.

Pulls up Danny’s scan overlay.

“You’re not just calling him Lazarus-adjacent,” Tim says, voice tight with focus. “His energy signature is stabilized. That’s not possible.”

Danny raises a hand.

“Okay, not to derail the science moment, but I feel like I should be impressed and I don’t know why.”

Tim ignores him.

“He’s not degrading,” Tim continues. “No rage spikes, no neural decay, no dependency cycles—”

Barbara (Oracle) cuts in:

“Which means whatever he is, it’s not a side effect.”

A beat.

“…It’s the base state.”

Silence.

That lands.

Danny slowly lowers his cookie.

“…Okay, that one sounded important.”

Jason (Red Hood) Leans In

Now he’s interested.

Really interested.

“…Kid,” Jason says, “you ever, I don’t know—die and come back wrong?”

Danny brightens instantly.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s literally my whole deal.”

Jason sits up.

“…You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“How many times?”

Danny pauses.

“…Define ‘times.’”

Jason grins.

Sharp.

Delighted.

“Oh, I like him.”

Damian: “No.”

Nightwing Tries to Be the Adult

Fails immediately.

“Okay—okay—hold on,” Dick says, rubbing his face. “Let’s back up. Bruce, you’re telling me this kid—”

gestures vaguely at Danny

“—got stabbed multiple times, healed instantly, then turned into a glowing ghost thing, and your solution was to—what—bring him home?”

Danny raises his hand.

“In my defense, I came with snacks.”

Alfred, off-screen:

“And impeccable manners.”

Dick freezes.

“…Alfred’s on his side?”

Batman: “…Yes.”

Dick exhales.

“…We’ve lost him.”

Barbara Takes Control

“Alright,” Barbara says, voice calm, cutting through the chaos. “Danny, right?”

Danny nods. “Yep!”

“Walk me through it. What exactly happens when you ‘transform’?”

Danny perks up.

“Oh! Okay, so—”

Damian: “He does not need to—”

Too late.

Danny’s eyes flash green—

—and in a split second—

he shifts again.

White hair.

Glowing eyes.

Hovering just above the ground.

The Batcave lights flicker.

The feed glitches—

across every screen.

Everyone goes still.

Jason actually leans closer.

“…Oh, that’s—yeah, that’s familiar.”

Tim whispers:

“That’s not Lazarus…”

Barbara, quieter:

“…but it’s close enough to matter.”

Nightwing just stares.

“…Bruce.”

Batman doesn’t respond.

Because he’s watching Danny.

The way the air bends.

The way the cave reacts.

The way something else seems to exist in the same space as him—

layered over reality.

Danny looks at the holograms.

“…Too much?”

The Realization Hits—All at Once

Tim:

“He’s self-sustaining.”

Barbara:

“He’s not reacting to the environment—”

Jason:

“He is the environment.”

Damian:

“He is a liability.”

Danny: “Hey—”

Nightwing:

“He’s a kid.”

Silence.

That one hits differently.

Danny freezes.

Just slightly.

Then—

“…Yeah,” he says, softer.

The glow flickers.

Just a bit.

Jason Breaks the Tension

“…So,” Jason says casually, “does this mean he can’t die, or—”

Danny shrugs mid-air.

“Hasn’t stuck yet.”

Jason nods.

“Yeah, okay, we’re definitely keeping him.”

Damian: “We are not keeping him.”

Jason: “Speak for yourself.”

Batman Finally Speaks

Low.

Final.

“He’s not a weapon.”

That shuts everyone up.

Even Jason.

Even Damian.

Danny blinks.

“…Was that in question?”

No one answers.

Which is an answer.

Batman continues:

“He’s not a resource. Not a tool. Not a solution.”

A beat.

“…And not something Ra’s gets to claim.”

That shifts the room.

Immediately.

Barbara sharpens.

“You think Ra’s knows?”

Batman: “Yes.”

Tim: “…Then we have a problem.”

Jason grins again.

“Correction—we have a fun problem.”

Damian: “You are the only one who finds this enjoyable.”

Danny Floats Down

The glow fades.

He drops back into human form.

Looks around.

“…So, quick summary—am I in danger, or like… extra in danger?”

Nightwing sighs.

“…Both.”

Danny nods.

“Cool. Just checking.”

Final Beat

Alfred steps into frame behind Danny.

Places a hand lightly on his shoulder.

Grounding.

Steady.

“You will not be facing it alone, Master Danny.”

Danny smiles.

Easy.

Trusting.

“Yeah,” he says. “I figured.”

Across the cave—

Batman watches.

Because now it’s not just a mystery.

Not just a case.

Not just a threat.

It’s a responsibility.

And somewhere out there—

Ra's al Ghul is already moving.

[touchofhemlocktea]

What if an entire universe (specifically the DC verse) existed within Danny's space core, (ancient of space baby for the win) and when Danny gets caught by the giw, and they try to damage his core... The residents of the DC universe are quick to notice when seemingly the fabric of the universe cracks, leaving impassable rifts through space and reality itself, like fractured glass leaving gaps and fissures in space that either can't be crossed or aren't crossed for fear of falling through and what it would mean to fall out of the universe.

Obviously, the heroes need to find out what happened to their world and presumably fix it, and seemingly the only way to do so is to go through the rifts, only for their resident magic users to gasp in shock and tell them that the problem is so much worse than they thought, this isn't just an issue with their universe, the very *core* of the being that embodies their whole world has been damaged. The so, so young being that probably doesn't even know they exist but seems to be subconsciously trying to protect them from the damage, while their physical form is actively attacked.

The magic users warn them that when they get through the crack, they'll be put in the realm this being exists in, scaled to match while there, but that they should be cautious, they don't know what they'll find on the other side nor what could be harming such a being, even as young as they are.

Imagine their surprise when they exist the rift only to find a toddler strapped down to a dissection table surrounded by adults that were about to dig around their cut open chest. A toddler who's eyes reflected galaxies and green, filled with awe and terror, and their features blured the line of human-like at the edges, and yet despite the horrors they'd experienced still lit up with pure joy and amazement when told they were heroes, a vibration coming from them that they felt resonate with their whole beings.

This got a lil long lol

Probably not going to touch on everything but...

When Danny was little, Jazz taking care of him as best he could, he daydreamed of a world of heroes and villains. His crude childhood drawings, little notebooks full of stories.

And then the realms itself fused into his soul, a fragment of long lost powers sparked to life.

And his little world became something more. The spark of a daydream became something more, took on a soul of its own...

Danny silently screams behind the muzzle, a writhing torso under his own mother's hate filled eyes. They're digging into his chest cavity, pulling at the crystallized hybrid core heart.

Danny watches his own core heart pull free, simultaneously senses his body convulse and go still...

They try to to finish what they started, Danny helpless to anything to stop them. Some deep seeded instinct has him focusing inward, stabilizing...something important. He needs to give that something enough energy to exist away from him, or at least separate it from its dependence on him before...

Something cracks. He shields the important thing as much as he can, but awareness fails him.

[alien-slushie]

Dick: Ah Uh You- random guy- come with me!*grabs Danny's wrist and pulls him along*

Danny, shrugging: Sure okay.

Dick, pausing: "Okay"?! This is Gotham! Don't just listen to weirdos who randomly grab you off the street.

Danny: But whatever you were doing seemed way more interesting than meeting my weird godfather for dinner.

Dick: Regardless- have more respect for your life!

Danny: *snorts*

Dick: Now let's go!*starts pulling Danny again*

[chaosandfanfic]

Danny Phantom Fanfic Idea: Superhero Metabolism

Danny burns through a LOT of calories being Phantom. Not only because he's burning so much energy by moving like he does, but also because of his healing factor making him burn even more calories. To combat this, he not only has to eat a LOT of protein, which he mostly gets by eating double and triple decker burgers two or three times a day, but he also needs to consume a lot more glucose. Or to say it more simply, he needs sugar. A lot of it. So he snacks. Constantly. To the point hat it was rare to not see Danny munching on a chocolate protein bar, eating handfuls of Nerds candies, biting into a cookie, or ripping open a bag of chips.

Which, honestly, wouldn't ping anyone as weird. He was a growing teenager and it wasn't like the football team wasn't eating between classes themselves. What was weird, however, was the brands of the stuff he was eating. Some of it was normal stuff from the gas station, some of it was clearly from some asian country if the lettering was anything to go by, and other snacks were most definitely NOT from Earth, like the weird blue tangerine thing with neon yellow seeds and smelled like muffins.

[sakuravalenp]

Desktop pet - DP x DC prompt

Danny has gotten very good at getting into and exploring the internet. Not only from having to follow Technus through it, but also because it was fun!

So it shouldn't have been a surprise that when the time came when he had to escape Amity Park for good, he did it through the web. He had never gone outside the city's servers before, so he did get a bit lost, but soon he was exploring all around the world.

He knew he had to get out of the web eventually, but the persecution had left him a little traumatized. It was safe in there, and he was healing well, or at least his pixelated body seemed okay. And okay, maybe online food was a little tasteless and numbed his tongue, but it was keeping him fed, so who cared.

Through his exploration, he's found something strange though. It doesn't matter which server he jumps to, he always sees traces of the same digital signature. If he wasn't literally within the internet, he wouldn't have noticed, but it becomes easier to identify the more he sees it. So he eventually decides to follow.

That's how Danny ends up in Oracle's computer, and there was SO much to explore here.

---

Something has gotten into her system. She hasn't told anyone yet. There's a big stakeout going on, and the bats and birds can't risk getting distracted, but it is driving her crazy.

She's been using her laptop for her Oracle activities to decrease the risk of the thing getting any information on current patrols, but she hasn't been able to lock it out of the data stored on her main computer or erase enough information to keep it away from anything sensitive.

It has been beyond stressful doing everything on a simple laptop after years of using her constantly upgraded setup.

Oracle can't even identify what it is. It isn't behaving like a virus or spyware, but more importantly, she can't get rid of it. It keeps avoiding all her attempts... almost as if it were alive.

After another frustrated night guiding the vigilantes of Gotham with her laptop, she decides to try and communicate with whatever did this. She creates an open chat.

She doesn't think it will actually get any results, but soon she's getting a text."Your computer is crazy!" accompanied by an anime-like emoticon of a pale boy with green eyes and white hair blinking.

---

Or: From what I've seen, Oracle is carrying a crazy amount of work, and I think she deserves a little helper.

[theyareghostsyourhonor]

I head canon that the more liminal people become the more they notice Phantom and Danny are the same person. Ecto works as a natural camouflage for Danny (only his colors and outfit change so why hasn't anyone aside from Wes connected the dots ya know) so only his friends who where there at the time of his accident and Jazz are in the know at first. His parents are in protective gear 24/7 despite their terrible lab habits, so they don't see it.

The rest of the town gradually begins to see it and slowly change how they treat Danny and "Phantom". Nobody says anything, they just change how they behave. Slowly phasing out the bullying, extending due dates on assignments, redo's on tests, discounts when he finds out or extra appetizers on the house.

He is the towns secret hero so they will try to protect him since they already failed him once by letting him die. How else would he be able to turn into a ghost hero if not because he died at least once. He dies every time he does hero business and gets shot at by his parents so the town adults have become very protective.

When the Justice league shows up they give them the runaround because Phantom hid as soon as he registered who the visitors were. They leave after giving some autographs (the towns folks collected them for Danny/Phantom from the alien heroes because they know how much he likes space) but then the Bats come into town and the town is surprised when the Bats immediately identify Phantom as Danny. The natural ecto camouflage doesn't work on them since all of their deaths and/or contact with the pits made them liminal.

"We don't want to fight heroes-"

Batman correcting them mid speech. "Vigilantes."

"-but we will if you want to hurt Phantom." Adults armed with anything and everything from novels to pitchforks.

"This is all a misunderstanding, we came here to check in on him and offer a fellowship for young heroes." Red Robin who has a crush on Phantom for his determination and on Danny for his engineering and would definitely like to see more of him.

Dani brandishing a spear Pandora gave her just for these occasions "The red one wants to marry Phantom! get em!"

Danny blushing because he accidentally saw the face under the mask and Red Robin is very handsome. He would also like to get to hang out with other heroes is what he says when he intercepts the Dani incited mob trying to scare off the Bats