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Ultimate Masterpost
Reached the point I can’t add more links to my first Masterpost so here’s the ultimate masterpost.
My Personal Stories/Prompts
Last Updated: 6-25-26
Masterpost 1 - specific story lists
Last Updated: 7-3-26
Masterpost 2 - single stories
Last Updated: 6-26-26
Danny Fenton Gets Detention at Gotham Academy and Somehow Turns It Into a Support Group for Gotham Rogues
Danny Fenton gets detention on his second day at Gotham Academy.
Official reason: “disruptive commentary.”
Unofficial reason: he told a substitute teacher that their “vibe felt like a hostage situation waiting to happen” and then tried to give conflict-resolution advice mid-lecture.
Damian is also in detention.
For unrelated reasons.
They do not speak.
The room is quiet. Boring. Normal.
Then the window opens.
No one touched it.
Danny glances over. “Oh. Hey.”
Damian immediately reaches for a weapon.
Because standing outside the third-floor window is a Gotham rogue who definitely should not be there.
“Relax,” Danny says. “He’s not here for that.”
“That is a criminal,” Damian replies flatly.
“Yeah, but like… he’s having a moment.”
The rogue climbs in, looking less threatening and more… frustrated.
“I tried it your way,” he snaps at Danny. “Didn’t work.”
Damian freezes.
“You know this individual.”
Danny shrugs. “We talked yesterday.”
“You talked to a rogue.”
“Yeah, he needed advice.”
This is already spiraling.
More spiraling happens when another figure appears at the window.
Then another.
Within ten minutes, detention has:
One vigilante-in-training (angry)
One civilian (unbothered)
Three Gotham rogues (confused, irritated, but oddly cooperative)
The teacher has not returned.
Danny claps his hands once.
“Okay, cool, everyone’s here.”
Damian: “…Everyone?”
Danny: “Yeah, we’re doing a follow-up.”
“A follow-up to what.”
Danny gestures vaguely. “Bad decisions.”
One of the rogues points at him. “You said if we didn’t escalate, things would go smoother.”
“They would’ve,” Danny says. “You skipped step two.”
“There were steps?”
“There are always steps.”
Damian is watching a known criminal argue about process with a teenager who should not be in charge of anything.
“Why are you listening to him,” Damian demands.
The rogue pauses.
“…He’s weirdly convincing.”
Danny nods. “Thank you.”
This continues.
Danny mediates.
Not fights. Not threats. Just… talks.
He breaks down their plans like they’re group projects that went off the rails.
“You’re overcomplicating it,” he tells one. “You don’t actually want the chaos, you want the reaction to the chaos. Different problem.”
“You’re focusing on the wrong target,” he tells another. “That’s why it keeps blowing up in your face.”
At one point, he hands someone a piece of paper.
“Write down what you actually want to happen,” Danny says. “Not the dramatic version. The real version.”
“…This is stupid.”
“Do it anyway.”
They do.
Damian sits there, absolutely still.
Because this should not be working.
These are criminals.
They should not be calmly discussing motivations in a detention room like this is normal.
And yet—
No one is fighting.
No one is escalating.
For once, Gotham’s chaos is… contained.
Directed.
Almost manageable.
Damian finally interrupts.
“You are interfering with active criminal behavior.”
Danny looks at him. “Yeah.”
“That is not your role.”
“Maybe,” Danny says. “But it helps.”
“It is not sustainable.”
Danny shrugs. “Neither is what they’re doing now.”
Silence.
One of the rogues raises a hand slightly.
“…So what’s step two?”
Danny smiles.
“Glad you asked.”
By the time the teacher comes back, the room is empty.
Except for Danny and Damian.
The window is closed.
Everything looks normal.
“What happened here,” the teacher asks slowly.
Danny brightens. “Group discussion.”
Damian says nothing.
Because later that night, reports come in.
Fewer incidents.
Plans abandoned halfway through.
Rogues… hesitating.
Not stopping completely.
Just… reconsidering.
Damian finds Danny on the roof after school the next day.
“You are altering behavioral patterns,” he says.
Danny leans back on his hands. “I’m talking to people.”
“They are not people. They are threats.”
Danny looks at him, expression quieter than usual.
“They’re both.”
Damian doesn’t respond.
Because he doesn’t have a counter for that yet.
And that is deeply irritating.
Danny was broken.
He didn't really know what the cause of his brokenness was, just that he clearly and obviously was. Even before he died, he couldn't see color.
Unlike Jazz, whose soulmates began with their parents and continued to appear into her life and then stay in her life, Danny appeared to be soulmateless if it weren't for the fact that he still couldn't see color. Jazz, and everyone else in Amity, had the full rainbow and then some available to her before she even made it to middle school.
Jazz's soulmates were an easy and short list. Mom, Dad, her friend Kyle Weston, and her friend Spike. She had met Kyle in kindergarten, and Spike in third grade. All of her soulmates were platonic and familial, though there was still a chance that she was seeing darker shades of colors than they're supposed to be - it was more common than not for a romantic soulmate to brighten up the world that someone could already see.
Danny was in high school. And all he saw was grey, grey, and more grey. Occasionally, he could even tell that he was looking at black. It was unusual. He was broken. What else was he supposed to understand from that?
"Maybe your soulmates are somewhere else? Like, your soulmates are all French or something," Tucker suggested, offhand.
"Maybe," Danny pretended to agree. Frankly, though, he wasn't holding out hope.
He was already dead, after all.
If someone's soulmate passed, they just lost the ability to see whatever colors their soulmate had given them. Danny doubted that him being dead before meeting his soulmates would affect that specific phenomenon in any meaningful way. He would just never know.
So why the hell could he suddenly see this- this- this beautiful color after meeting some dude? He didn't seem to have noticed the change of colors, rushing off with a bright apology for running into Danny, as Danny's whole world flipped on its side. He- he had no clue how to find that person again. What was he supposed to do now?
Maybe... maybe start with googling what this color is.
Blue. Blue was the color of the sky, of oceans, of brightly colored birds and butterflies. It was so beautiful. Danny's eyes were blue! Danny decided just then that blue was his favorite color.
Who knew he'd finally find a soulmate after moving to Gotham? Maybe, just maybe, he'd find his other soulmates here too.
He shook his head; Danny knew better than to hope. Danny was dead. He can't have soulmates, now. Even if Danny could now see colors- or, well, one color, that didn't mean whoever was connected to him could also see their missing color(s). So even if Danny was connected to them, they... probably weren't connected to him.
...
"Sorry, Jay, I got held up at wor-" Dick trailed off, looking at his little brother's eyes.
They weren't that green before. He knows they weren't; after meeting Damian, Dick could see green. They could all see green after meeting Damian. Jason and Damian's eyes were both an olive green, only a slight shade difference between them, everyone in the family agreed. Not... not this neon bright green.
Jason's gaze snapped to Dick from where he'd been glaring at someone across the diner, and the brightness dulled. It didn't go away, but calmed down. No longer seemed like it was lighting Jason's face up. "What?"
"I..." Dick paused, mind racing. If Jason didn't know why Dick was staring at him, then nothing new has happened on his end. That means... "I think I ran into another soulmate."
Damian, running down the stairs: The babies are coming!
Bruce: Excuse me?!
Tim: What?!
Dick: *murdered walrus sounds*
Danian: Alfred the car! Please! Let's go!
Bruce, running after him: W-Wait Damian what babie?! What babies?!
Car: *Speeds off*
*15 minutes later*
Damian, hushed voice: Am I too late?
Danny, shaking his head: She has only pushed out one so far. *points into a welping box*
Welping Box: *a large black dog with big ears, large curling goat's horns, a lion-like tail, and glowing fire-like eyes lays inside the welping box, panting with a round ripping belly and a single litte white puppy suckling*
Damian: Amazing. It doesn't have horns yet?
Danny: Urco grow their horns as they age, isn't that right Pearl?
Daisy: *Whines and lays her head on Danny's hand*
Danny: Such a good girl, strong girl. Sorry for calling you so suddenly, I hope your family isn't worried.
Damina: I told you to call me when it happened. Besides, there's no reason for them to freak out over some puppies being born.
Danny Fenton Joins Gotham Academy’s Debate Team and Accidentally Becomes the Only Person Villains Will Negotiate With
Gotham Academy starts a debate team to “encourage civic engagement.”
Danny Fenton signs up because he thinks it’s about arguing for fun.
Damian signs up because he intends to win.
This is already a mistake.
Danny’s approach to debate is… unconventional. He doesn’t research like everyone else. He just walks into the room, listens for a bit, and then says things that feel less like arguments and more like he already knows how it’s going to end.
“Your plan falls apart in about ten minutes,” Danny tells an opponent calmly. “You’re relying on people staying scared, and they won’t.”
“…Based on what evidence?”
Danny shrugs. “It just doesn’t stick.”
He wins anyway.
It becomes a pattern.
He predicts outcomes he shouldn’t be able to predict. Calls out logical flaws before they’re fully explained. Ends arguments with unsettling confidence, like he’s already watched them fail somewhere else.
Damian hates that it works.
Then Gotham’s villains notice.
It starts small. A low-level rogue takes hostages near campus. The police prepare for a standard standoff.
Danny walks past the perimeter, hands in his pockets.
“Hey,” he calls up to the window. “This isn’t going to go how you think.”
Everyone freezes.
The rogue shouts back something aggressive. Danny just tilts his head, listening—not to the man, but to something else entirely.
“No, yeah, I get why you’re doing this,” Danny says after a moment. “But the exit you’re planning? That route’s blocked. You didn’t see it, but it is.”
There is no way he should know that.
The rogue hesitates.
“Also,” Danny adds, almost apologetically, “you’re about to get surrounded from the back in, like, two minutes.”
“…What?”
Danny checks an invisible clock. “One minute, actually.”
The rogue surrenders.
The police later confirm the backup units Danny mentioned were en route, but had not been announced yet.
This happens again.
And again.
Soon, the rumor spreads: there’s a kid at Gotham Academy who can tell you how things end.
Some villains start asking for him.
Not Batman.
Not Gordon.
Danny.
Damian is deeply offended.
“This is not your responsibility,” Damian snaps after the third incident.
Danny frowns. “I mean… it kinda is? If I know it’s going to go badly, shouldn’t I say something?”
“You should not be able to know.”
“Yeah,” Danny says, quieter this time. “I’ve been told that.”
Because here’s the part no one else sees.
Danny doesn’t just guess outcomes.
He feels them.
Like echoes. Like the future brushing up against the present just long enough to leave a mark.
Bad endings feel cold. Heavy. Wrong.
And Gotham is full of them.
But when Danny speaks—when he nudges things, shifts a choice, changes a single moment—those endings… move.
Not disappear.
Just… change shape.
Damian realizes it slowly, reluctantly.
Danny isn’t predicting the future.
He’s arguing with it.
And somehow, against all logic, he’s winning.
Danny Fenton Is the Only Student Gotham Academy’s Ghost Won’t Scare and Damian Wayne Thinks That’s a Problem
Gotham Academy has a ghost.
Not a metaphor. Not a rumor. An actual, documented, deeply annoying haunting that the staff refuses to acknowledge because “funding would be affected.”
Lights turn off in empty rooms. Lockers slam. Footsteps echo in halls that should be empty. Every few months, a student swears something whispered their name.
Most people cope by ignoring it.
Damian Wayne does not ignore threats.
He has a plan, a schedule, and exactly zero patience for supernatural interference in his education.
Then Danny Fenton transfers in.
And on his first day, the haunting… stops.
Not completely. Just around him.
Lights don’t flicker when he walks by. The cold spots vanish. The whispering goes quiet, like something just got told to behave.
Damian notices immediately.
“This is your doing,” he says.
Danny looks genuinely confused. “What is?”
“The disturbance.”
“What disturbance?”
Damian stares at him.
Danny shrugs. “I thought this school just had bad wiring.”
It gets worse from there.
Because Danny starts talking to empty rooms.
Not in a creepy way. In a casual, “hey, can you not do that right now?” kind of way.
Once, during study hall, a book flies off a shelf across the room.
Before anyone can react, Danny sighs.
“Dude, seriously? I’m trying to focus.”
The book… floats back.
Silently.
Gently.
The entire class freezes.
Danny flips a page in his notebook like nothing happened.
Damian changes tactics.
If this is a hostile entity, then Fenton is either controlling it or negotiating with it. Both are unacceptable variables.
So he follows him.
After hours. Empty halls. The kind of quiet Gotham only has right before something goes wrong.
Danny walks like he knows where he’s going.
He stops in front of an old, unused classroom. The door creaks open on its own.
“You gonna come out or what?” Danny says, leaning against the frame.
The temperature drops.
Something moves inside the room. Not visible. Just… present.
Damian reaches for a weapon.
Danny doesn’t.
“Yeah, I know,” Danny continues, softer now. “They’re loud. They don’t mean anything by it.”
The air shifts.
A desk scrapes across the floor.
Damian steps forward. “Fenton—”
“Hold on,” Danny says, not looking away from the empty space. “We’re talking.”
Talking.
To nothing.
Except it’s not nothing.
The presence in the room feels wrong. Old. Fractured. Like it’s been stuck here too long.
Danny tilts his head, listening.
“…Oh,” he says quietly. “That’s why.”
The tension eases. Just a little.
“What is it saying?” Damian demands.
Danny hesitates.
Then, “It doesn’t remember leaving.”
Silence.
Even the building seems to hold its breath.
Danny pushes off the doorframe and steps inside like this is normal, like this is safe.
“It’s not trying to hurt anyone,” he says. “It’s just… stuck. Keeps replaying the same stuff over and over.”
The air shifts again. Less sharp this time.
“Can you help it?” Damian asks, before he can stop himself.
Danny glances back, expression oddly serious.
“…Yeah,” he says. “I think so.”
He turns back to the empty room.
“Hey,” he says gently. “You don’t have to stay here.”
The lights flicker once.
Twice.
Then go still.
The cold fades.
The pressure lifts.
Whatever was there… is gone.
Danny exhales like he just finished something difficult.
“Okay,” he mutters. “That should do it.”
Damian stands in the doorway, trying to process.
“You exorcised it,” he says.
Danny winces. “I mean… not like that. I just helped it move on.”
“That is what exorcism is.”
“Yeah, but mine’s less… dramatic.”
Damian studies him.
This boy who walks into haunted rooms without fear. Who speaks to the dead like they’re just people having a bad day. Who treats something dangerous like it deserves patience instead of violence.
“…You are highly irregular,” Damian decides.
Danny grins, just a little tired. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
The next day, Gotham Academy is quiet.
No flickering lights. No whispers. No slammed doors.
For the first time in years, the building feels… normal.
Students celebrate.
Teachers relax.
Damian watches Danny from across the room.
Because the ghost is gone.
But Danny?
Danny is still here.
And somehow, that feels like the bigger anomaly.
Danny who has really bad PTSD and Paranoia brought on by Vlad bugging his house. So when Danny and Jason move in together, and Jason insists on a security system, he gives Danny full control. He lets Danny pick where all the cameras go, and he links them up to Danny's phone so Danny can shut them off to feel safe if he needs to.
Everything goes fine for a while. Danny shuts the cameras down when hes having a bad day, but usually he leaves them and even seems less paranoid about them as time goes on.
But then, Danny finally convinces Jason to let them get a dog. Jason agreed so long as it was small to medium size, so of course that ment they brought home some sort of massive breed that Jason pretty sure is part wolf. Or demon. But Danny insists its a small dog, and won't grow any bigger than 36inches tall, and he looked so happy and in love with the dog that Jason just couldn't say no. At least it was well behaved-
-But after a week or so of having the dog, it started acting weird one morning. Standing the middle of the living room, they barked at the corner of the house repeatedly, not coming for food or water or to play. Finally, Danny checked out what they were looking at, and as he dug around and searched, his body started shaking in fear.
It was a camera. Not one of their, it was more high tech, smaller, and not at all where Danny placed them. Danny threw the camera on the ground, breaking it, before frantically tearing the house apart in search of more, the dog more than happy to help him search. Danny looked and relooked and checked for four hours before finally collapsing in the closet and having a panic attack.
When Jason came home to the house torn apart he freaked out and was relieved to find Danny in the closet with the dog. Though, he was worried that Danny was completely despondent and that his face was stained with tears.
When he finally got him to talk, and tell him about the cameras, Jason was pissed. He had a good idea who planted them, and he was so angry that they caused such a setback.
Jason took Danny and the dog to a hotel, watching with a tense jaw as Danny did a sweep of their room 6 times before laying on the bed and passing out.
Filled with righteous fury, Jason went back to the house, gathered up all the smashed cameras and drove straight to Wayne Manor. It was a shame, Jason hadn't been feeling the pit rage as strongly as of late, and now suddenly it was bubbling all up to a surface, and just when Jason was thinking of trying to reconnect and mabe introducing them to Danny. But now, now he kind of just wanted them all dead for setting Danny back in his healing.
You said you finished, here's another.
Tim, heavily sleep deprived, has entered mild hallucination territory. Because of this, he has A, held an entire conversation with a hallucination, and B, failed to realize that Danny has been crashing in his apartment for at least a week now. Danny has only slightly been using invisibility because honestly at this point he wants to watch the show of Tim trying to negotiate with a figmant of his subconscious. Danny was just crashing here cuz no one was there and it was better than being homeless, plus it was free, but he now has entertainment.
It has gotten to the point where Danny walked right past Tim and he just kept rambling to himself about some crazy theory. Danny is genuinely starting to get concerned because last he checked the guy is a normal mortal and normal mortals need sleep, and if he didn't know any better he'd say the other was trying to fist fight Nocturne through sheer spite!
Danny fled to Gotham during what many levels labeled, "No Man's Land."
Things in Amity had spiraled out of control. His parents were on the verge of figuring everything out. Jasmine had graduated early and fled, their broken rekationship in the aftermath of the Johnny 13 incident finally fully withered away. Tucker and Sam had been pulled from Amity in the aftermath of their respective possessions. His peers had seemingly decided that The Fentons were to blame for all their problems and Danny was the easiest target.
Danny had held out to protect both halves of the growing conflict while trying to find a way to repair the basically open veil over Amity...he'd failed.
So in exhaustion and fear he flees away from the jurisdiction of the US government and the giw.
...
The streets of Gotham echoed with an underlying truth, 'We will not forget. We do not forgive.' Even the ever optimistic mask of Brucie Wayne represented the battered city with a false smile and tired, enraged eyes.
And where did that leave Danny, the poison proof meta with a knack for building and fixing machines? He'd come here because of their tragedy. He'd turned their hell into a sanctuary.
...
Semi-homelessness wears on the soul. He couldn't risk showing off too much of his skills, lest he catch the attention of the rogues, but he could survive and slowly accumulate money towards proper fake id to build a new life.
...
Danny was worried for his roommate. Initially, he'd only used this hidden apartment to wash up and change but soon he realized that the owner was completely oblivious to his presence.
It tugged at the long buried protector in him.
He indulges the instinct. He meal preps and cleans. He takes care of the hero that reminds him so much of himself.
Idk why but my brain often came up with the stupidest idea and at first I didn't know what to do with all of the ideas when it came up l but then I low-key find out that I can just put it here on Tumblr
So it start like this
Danny as the ghost king decided to go on a vacation in the DC universe and he kinda fell in love with someone with the last name of Wayne and they low-key got married and had a child together then after a long time and bla bla bla he then faked his death and all cuz human can't live that long right?
He did visit the DC universe several times to check on his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren or something(the time in ghost zone and outside is very different )then he continues his job as a ghost king while monitoring them all when he got the chance and all
And after a long time since his last vacation he decided to have another vacation in DC and to look at his beloved great great grandchildren family
Which is the batclan and he was like awww they're so cute and such a lil shit sometimes and he ABSOLUTELY LOVES THOSE GREMLINS
And the batclan met Danny and they were like holy shite this dude looks like a younger Bruce so they jokingly said Bruce might have a secret child he did not know about and they did a DNA test (they low-key stole his hair or got his saliva or something that can be used for dna test) for funsies only to find out that the kid was actually more of his great great grandparent rather than his kid and they all confused as to how it was possible and when they ran the DNA test again all result is the same and they didn't know how tf it was possible and chaos ensued
Fuck I just don't know how my brain could came up with such bullshit but here it was
Not Human: Pt. 2
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John Constantine had seen a lot of things in his life, things that would probably drive any other mortal insane. He liked to think he was well versed in anything that the supernatural and otherworldly could through at him.
He was not expecting Daniel James Fenton.
Constantine wasn’t looking forward to visiting his buffoon of a half brother in the first place, let alone in a town absolutely soaked in Death, but he’d relented and gone. He was regretting his decision more and more by the day.
Danny had sent off his internal otherworldly detector like a wildfire sets of a smoke alarm, loud and insistent. The problem was that Constantine had no idea why.
Sure Amity Park was absolutely liminal, and every single citizen set off his instincts just a bit, but Danny made them scream. Scream louder than demons had.
So what exactly was Danny Fenton?
John Constantine was going to find out, even if it killed him.
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Danny’s ghost sense wasn’t the only attribute he gained regarding his instincts after the accident. Every ghost had sent off a little flare in his core along with his sense, but this was the first time his core had flared with no ghost sense to follow.
And of course it had done so with his half-uncle, John Constantine.
The guy reeked of death, but also of resurrection. And not just death and then being brought back, no; the man had gone through death multiple times.
He also stunk of sulfur and brimstone, Danny had known from lessons with Clockwork and Dora that scent in particular meant demonic presence.
But Constantine didn’t send off the right twist in his gut that would come with a demon, even a smaller one.
He didn’t feel like a sorcerer, either. No magical tension in the air due to his presence and there was no spark in Danny’s core that alerted of magic. But Constantine definitely had a magical touch to him.
John Constantine was a mystery, and Danny was going to solve that mystery if it was the (second) last thing he did.
Oops All Liminals!
Aka: Danny’s presence can accidentally make people liminal and thus give them powers:
Now Danny himself doesn’t really know this because back in Amity everyone is liminal to an extent; with Jazz, Tucker and Sam being the most liminal and (excluding Danny) most powerful humans in town. Jazz and his friends ecto contamination cans be easily explained by the fact that they were also who interacted with the portal the most (without protection) and the portal is an endless pool of radiating ecto. Danny does not realise that he himself also radiates out ectoplasm, ESPECIALLY through his emotions.
Danny is a stupidly powerful being by ghost standards (he may or may not be royalty too but that’s something for future fully dead Danny to figure out), but it’s not until Danny is out of Amity for the first time in Gotham for uni that he realises that his “human” form is wayyy less human then he thought. (Normal humans can’t accidentally rip doors off their hinges if they pull a bit too hard, and normal humans also tend to have a consistent amount of teeth). He’s a sweet boy sure, but he’s also terribly uncanny valley, and that makes making friends kinda hard.
Still, Danny adapts and everyone in Gotham kind of just assumes he’s a meta kid that’s *reeeeally* bad at hiding it.
Cue: Duke Thomas, Danny’s flatmate, the first person not to judge his appearance and thus his first out of Amity friend
See, the way dorms work in Gotham is a bit different from your average American university, rather than traditional dorms the uni just bought a bunch of old apartment buildings to put up their students: the more expensive the apartment the better the set-up.
Now Danny is by no means rich, but trying to explain to a roommate all his weird ghost bullshit? Yeah absolutely not. So he was willing to fork over some of his (read: Vlad’s) extra cash for a nicer room with some privacy. Danny and Duke don’t share a room but they *do* share a kitchen and a bathroom, and while they are in different majors, they tend to have classes at around the same time seeing as they’re both freshman, so they hangout a lot.
As for Duke on why he - the ward of a billionaire - would be staying in a random university dorm instead of a penthouse or at his rich person manor? Very simple: The Wayne family sleep schedule is an affront to God and Duke operates on regular normal human hours thank you very much. Campus housing just means he doesn’t have to deal with cars or house hunting ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
…or at least that’s how Duke explained things to Danny: and who was he to question the nicest guy this side of New Jersey?
Duke also introduced Danny to his family, half of whom apparently had ties to their uni? Weird.
There was Tim and Steph, both second and third years respectively. Danny got along with Steph like a house on fire right away with how much she reminded him of Ellie and her playful chaos. Meanwhile Danny was (according to Tim) the only one who really *got* what Tim was saying when he was 27 hours sleep deprived and rambling about whatever (Danny just figured Tim was autistic like his parents and needed the infodump space). The four of them started getting coffee and studying at a local cafe regularly.
There was also Jason and Damian, whom Danny saw less frequent but still relatively often. Jason was getting his masters part-time in Childhood Education and English Literature so he sometimes tutored Danny. Damian on the other hand, was in one of those “running start” programs at his high school to help kids get their associates degrees early by taking into university classes half the week. Damian was deeply intrigued by Danny’s “meta” dog and would sometimes request to see him. The two fought like cats and dogs normally but:
“For some reason, the only thing they can agree on is that you’re soothing… apparently..?” Duke said once, shaking his head in confusion.
Danny figured it was probably because his presence helped quell and filter whatever fucked up ectoplasm the two had been exposed to, but he wasn’t about to open /that/ can of worms. He figured Gotham was fucked enough they just got unlucky - besides! It was no big deal to filter out really and Danny could fix it! So if they liked his vibe more because of it, who cares?
Regardless, for some reason despite the Wayne’s popularity (and good looks) they apparently largely keeping to themselves, yet Danny had stumbled his way into being the exception. In fact the first time he met Dick (who was picking up Damian) he had been labeled ‘adoption bait’ immediately because: “-of how much my siblings all talk about you!”
Somehow, by the end of the first Semester, Danny had met almost the entire Wayne clan (save for Bruce himself). Barbra was typically on shift at the library whenever Jason and Danny would study there and would say ‘Hi’. Cass was Steph’s flatmate and would usually be there whenever Danny would come over if not occasionally join in on a cafe excursion. Dick often picked up Damian after class or occasionally would stop by to hangout with Tim or Jason. Danny had even bumped into Alfred once or twice when he would come to collect Duke for family weekends or dinners. Danny was such a regular around the Wayne’s that he often got asked on campus which one of them he was dating (“uhh? None?”), he even once got kidnapped by normal regular human criminals who thought he was Bruce’s newest ward!
That incident ended with barely any trauma and like half the vigilantes in Gotham saving him (for some reason?) and him getting 3 days off class and a 2 week assignment extension, so overall a net positive for Danny.
(In case you were curious the vigilantes were: Signal (appropriate for daytime), Spoiler and Red Robin (not night time??), Redhood (not in crime alley???), and finally Robin (where was Batman????))
Regardless the first indication that something may have been upTM with the Waynes (and it may have been Danny’s fault) came shortly after Danny got back from Christmas break. Danny opened the door to his flat only for Duke’s attempt to greet him to be accompanied by a ghostly breath and glowing yellow eyes.
“Dude… what-“ “-I’M A META!!”
Duke had blurted it out so fast that Danny barely had time to register before Duke when into a lore drop on his meta abilities.
Danny didn’t even register that Duke’s power slip-up mirrored Danny’s early days of ghost-dol to a near-T
(Duke meanwhile was freaking out, his meta abilities always meant he saw things a bit differently but now Danny was glowing *extra* hard?? And the breath thing was new too??? The fuck?? He’d have to discuss with Bruce…)
Nevertheless, after an awkward but necessary conversation about Duke having powers (Pre-Danny mind you), Danny just figured it was a Duke thing and not a Danny one and quickly brushed it off, with but a small curse to his Fenton Luck for the jumpscare.
However weird incidence with the Wayne’s kept happening: he’d hand Steph a pen once only for it to shatter in the woman’s grip (much to her horror), or when he walk in to a room where Tim was crying watching an animal rescue video and almost immediately start tearing up himself (to Danny’s confusion), or when Barbra leaned forward to hand him a book only for her waist to slightly clip through the desk (without her notice).
The final straw came when he watched Cass physically materialise into the visible plane in front of the coffee gang’s table as everyone stared at her in stunned silence. Cass froze and after a second Tim murmured a soft “what the hell?” And Danny finally realised that maaaaybe this had more to do with him than he thought.
A brief check in with his senses and: Yep! All the Wayne clan had turned liminal! Whoops!
(He had kinda wondered if the Wayne clan was secretly all just metas that Bruce Wayne had collected after the Duke reveal but no: this was absolutely his fault)
Oh ancients how the *fuck* is he going to explain this one?! How do you accidentally explain to your friend group that you’re kind-of dead former vigilante??! Or that you made them kind-of part ghost through vibes alone??? Is he going to have to call a family meeting for a DIFFERENT family?!? How do you even DO that?!!?!!!
….Jazz is going to kill him.
Fuck his stupid baka life
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(Slightly) MORE INFO:
What ghostly abilities I think each of the batfamily members get (OPEN TO CHANGE):
Duke: Ghost sense
Tim: Emotional projection
Steph: physical strength
Cass: Invisibility
Barbra: Intangibility
Damian: Empathy (especially animals)
Jason: Language comprehension
Dick: Levitation/floatation
The reason their powers manifest like that is a combination of Danny’s desires/perspective of them as well as their own personality. So like Danny wants to not have to hide things from Duke as his flatmate and Duke prides himself on his ability to see things others can’t so he gets ghost sense. Danny views Dick as a bubbly person constantly in motion while Dick loves flying so he gets levitation. Danny sees how much the Wayne’s respect/look up to Barbra and view her as untouchable force while Barbra (as Oracle) perceives herself as the unseen hand of the Bats so she gets intangibility, etc etc.
All of them get more minor versions of the others powers but not nearly to the same extent as their “specialisation” so to speak (I.E. Tim could make himself incredibly hard to notice but not necessarily get invisible like Cass, or Steph could get a vague feel for what being said in a foreign language without being able to textbook respond like Jason, etc.)
All in all it’s an absolute clusterfuck considering Danny has ZERO CLUE that the Wayne’s are the bats. The Bats meanwhile also have NO IDEA that their nice midwestern meta friend is an insanely powerful member of the undead. Bruce is loosing his shit, Danny may or may not be crying. Somewhere Clockwork is laughing.
What a mess!
Batman, over coms: Alright, let's bring it in for the night.
Nightwings: Hold on, there's a civilian running around. Early twenties, black hair, super pale and kind of sickly lookin. He looks panicked, like hes looking for something or someone, I'm going to check in, in case its a child.
Nightwing: Excuse me sir, are you alright?
Danny, pressing a hand to his chest in pain: So-Someone broke into my-my appartment when I was at work and-and they left the door open, and now I can't find Mittens!
Red Robin, over comms: Seriously? All this drama over a cat?
Red Hood, over comms: Who actually names their cat "Mittens"?
Oracle, over comms: You two are so stupid.
Robin, over comms: I agree, shut up. This is serious, that poor animal could be injured.
Nightwing, helps Danny sit on a nearby bench: Hey its alright man. I'll have the others keep an eye out for her okay? What does your kitten look like.
Danny, releived: Mittens isn't a kitten, shes a puppy, really tiny girl. She's a Bully Kutta, and she's mostly white but has black unclipped ears and some black splotches- here I have a-a picture. *pulls out his phone with shakey hands and shows Nightwing a picture of Danny and Mittens in their new appartment, Mittens goes up past his hips*
Nightwing, stunned into silence: . . .
Red Robin, over comms: That is "tiny" to him?!
Robin, over comms: Stunning.
Oracle: Found him. Daniel Fenton moved to Gotham with his Service Dog in Training, Mittens, two months ago. He works at Gotham's Space Museum, and writes Parnormal Fiction stories on the side, and he apprentantly visits Middle schools to do presentations. Mittens is 15months old and is set to graduate very soon. She has high praise from all her trainers, but it seems Danny's employers at the Museum are pushing against him bringing her to work once she graduates, Danny seems to be fighting with them about it a lot. Jerks.
Batman, over comms: What does he need her for?
Oracle, over comms: Heart problems, and mobility issues caused by an accident when he was a teenager, as well as Anxiety, and PTSD. A lot of his file is sealed because he was a minor when it happened, I can snoop more?
Batman, over comms: No, that amount is fine.
Nightwing: Well, the others know, and will keep an eye out for her. You're still shaking pretty bad, how about I see you home.
Danny: I appreciate it. I'm sorry for keeping you back, being a hero is- seems like an exhausting job.
Nightwing, joking: You speak from experience?
Danny, eyes distant: No, I was never a hero.
Robin, over comms: Mittens spotted near the Museum!
Nightwing: Hey, Robin said he spotted Mittens near the Museum.
Danny: She went looking for me, of course she did. If she won't go to Robin by name, have him call her "Vöttr", I'm the only one that ever calls her that, so it will catch her attention.
Nightwing, nodding: Robin call her Votter.
Red Robin, over comms: Old Norse?
Nightwing, eyebrow raised: Old Norse?
Danny, shrugging: Its a hobby.
Robin, over comms and sounding very excited: Target secure. . . . May I pet her?
Nightwing, snorts: Robin wants to know if he can pet her.
Danny, amused: As much as they want, as long as I get her back.
Robin, over comms: Understood, we will reconvene at Fenton's appartment.
Nightwing: Hah that kid. He said he'll meet us at your place if thats okay.
Danny: Sounds good, I'm just happy that I didn't loose her.
Blackbat, over comms: Sad, remorse, upset.
Red Robin, over comms: He does seem interesting.
Batman, over comms: Hmm.
Red Hood, over comms: I still can't get over the fact that he named that monster dog "Mittens".
As a ghost, Danny can tell how many people someone has killed. Danny is quietly wondering why Tim of all the Bats has the highest kill count.
The funny thing is, if Tim’s indirect killing counts, then Stephanie would also have a pretty high kill count (from inciting a gang war) XD
Also, I have no idea what his actual kill count is lmao
Bruce falls in love easily.
He jumps headfirst into romantic relationships often, and is quick to return the moment someone he previously dated implied they might be interested in a rerun. He meets a pretty lady that is fully capable of kicking his ass and suddenly his heart beats for her. Just as easily, he will fall for the next man that he finds his empathy reaching a little too far for.
It’s even easier with kids. He holds a baby, waiting for the baby’s parents to return from being checked over by medics, and he’s imagining them growing up, decorating their nursery in his mind, picking out colleges that’ll more suit different interests - if the baby wants to be a lawyer, then this school would be better; if a little artist in the making, then this other school is the best of the best. And it all goes through his head in the ten minutes that the parents are held up for. He saves a toddler from a burning building, and sees himself taking the kid for walks and building Legos with them. He finds a teenager in trouble, and he’s already imagining helping them with their homework.
Usually, it doesn’t go anywhere. He brings the kid somewhere safe, usually reuniting them with their parents, and then mopes about the loss of that potential future for a few days before it leaves his mind again.
But sometimes, sometimes, a child sticks in his mind. Dick was the first of those children, quickly brought into his custody but not quick enough.
Next was Tim, a bright little child that Bruce noticed before he’d ever adopted Jason. Tim was the first child Bruce had to learn restraint for, telling himself that he couldn’t monitor this little kid who looked at Bruce like he hung the stars in the sky. Still, he couldn’t help but to keep an eye on the little Drake during galas and gatherings. Tim was Bruce’s son before he was ever Robin, no matter what Bruce had said and done in his grief.
Jason was very quickly adopted, Bruce hadn’t even needed to use his hard won restraint for that one. The moment he’d seen those defiant blue eyes glaring at him in the darkness, he’d emotionally adopted the boy. Mentally adopted him shortly after, with the adoption papers filled out and turned in quickly after.
The only child Bruce would find himself counting when doing roll call only to be disappointed had barely been in Bruce’s presence for five minutes. The little boy Bruce found himself thinking often of, wondering how he was growing up, whether he was going to see the stars as an adult like he’d claimed, hoping Bruce might even see the little boy applying for Wayne Enterprise’s Aerospace division. Danny Fenton was a child that crossed Bruce’s mind often despite not being, on paper or by blood, Bruce’s child.
But to Bruce’s heart and mind? Danny should’ve grown up with him.
“Daddy!” Bruce looked down as a small weight hit his leg, stunned to see a small child there. “Look! Shtarsh!” A small lisp, as the child turned a gap-toothed grin up at Bruce. Bruce followed the little boy’s pointing finger, noting that there was indeed a display of stars, the infographics claiming a better way to fuel rockets was such-and-such method over the common-
Wait, had this child called him-?
“It sure is, bud,” Bruce agreed, kneeling down to be closer to even height with this… four-year-old? “But what are you doing over here by yourself?”
“Mommy d’ere,” the little boy pointed towards a woman in a teal… hazmat suit(?), focused intently on the display in front of her. In her hands was a leash that led down to an abandoned backpack.
Bruce’s face twitched at the fact that she hadn’t even noticed, and he didn’t know how long the child had been free of the backpack. Long enough for it to look like it’d been dragged from a different exhibit.
Bruce looked back at the little escape artist, “May I pick you up, chum?” The little boy’s eyes brightened, excited.
“Rocket!” He bounced a little on his toes, hands held up excitedly.
Bruce was disappointed, himself, that he had no clue what this boy was asking for, “Not right now, but maybe later.” Bruce was quick to tack on the last part as the boy deflated. Propping the little boy on his hip, he made his way over to ‘mommy.’ “Excuse me, ma’am- ma’am?” It took several calls, and even waving his hand in her eyesight, to get the woman’s attention - and Bruce’s displeasure with the woman steadily increased the longer it took. “You appear to have misplaced a budding astronaut.”
She barely even glanced at the little boy before negating his statement, “no I didn’t, he’s right-“ finally, she noticed the childless backpack, her head snapping back to Bruce, “Daniel James Fenton! I told you to stop taking your backpack off!”
“But- but shtarsh, mommy!” The little boy indignantly argued back with the woman, and Bruce had to quickly school his face to not smile at Daniel’s attitude.
“That doesn’t mean you can wander off, Danny,” the woman huffed, before reaching out to steal- retrieve her son from Bruce. “Thank you, sir.”
Throughout the rest of the convention, Bruce caught glimpses of the bright-eyed little boy with his mother and father, who was a man that Bruce could feasibly understand the young child confusing Bruce for… if he weren’t wearing an eye-piercing orange hazmat suit, and Bruce a tailored three-piece.
When it became clear that Bruce’s attachment to the little boy didn’t fade with time and distance the way it normally did, he allowed himself just one day in a year where he would indulge, letting himself use the resources available to him to check on the little boy. Last Bruce had seen, little Danny, who had just turned 14, - only a couple years older than Damian now that he thinks about it - was doing well in school and was on his way to becoming an astronaut.
So why…?
Why was his little boy standing before Batman in dirty, ripped up, bloody clothes and an unnatural green light in his otherwise dull eyes?
“Batman, I need help.”
It's starting to get late late so ideas might slow till morning, but u got another,
Jason formed a ghost when he died, that ghost is hanging out in the gz with phantom, but what they don't know? Back in Gotham, in his fallen body, a shard of his core was left, and that core shard collected just enough ambient ecto and ecto from the pit under Gotham leaching into the ground, to wake up, and then that now awakened body with a core shard in it, was dumped into the pits by the Loa, which mixed the ecto from Jason's ghost and emotions with the ecto of the pit, all of which was dirty, unfiltered, angry ecto, this made the shard go from a shard to a whole smol core, making the Jason that became hood a different Jason from the one who was Robin, because even though he has the memories his core/soul is technically a kid core made from that part of jaybins core/ecto and the pit ecto, but in a way similar to how Dani is technically Dani's kid cuz his ecto and dna were mixed with a lil of vlads ecto/dna,
So we have the scene, Danny and jaybin are chillin, hanging out, watching random celebrity news, when it's announced that Bruce Wayne's dead kid Jason Todd is actually not dead with whatever cover story they used, and they kinda just look at each other both confused cuz last they checked jaybin was still a ghost and very much hadn't reconnected with his family, let alone become the giant brick house of a living person who is apparently jason. So obviously they have to figure out how the hell there's apparently two jasons and one is alive. So they go to gotham.
"Little Prince," whispers the shadowy figure.
"Thief," accuses the skeletal woman.
"Pretender," whispers the echo in the Batcave memorial.
Bruce pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes. He’s usually not one for such an open sign of distress, but he feels in this case it was warranted. And he was having such a peaceful morning, too.
“Did she just write ‘yeti doctor’?”
Bruce’s head snaps up at Steph’s voice, looking once again at the letter on the screen. “Dear Mister Wayne,” it reads, and that is where normalcy ends. “Thank you so much for taking in Danny, I was so worried when he had to escape our parents.” Which is already an extremely worrying sentence. Made even more worrisome with the fact that there is no Danny currently residing in his manor.
His family is in chaos. Tim has three screens in front of him, ranting about living firewalls to Barbara, while Dick leans over his shoulder.
Alfred has lifted a thick three-ring binder out of the care package that this Jasmine Nightingale has sent them, and is flipping through it. Apparently this binder contains all of the medical, psychological, and cultural information needed to make sure that Danny’s species can thrive. Because the missing teen that should be in his manor is not human, but some sort of human/ghost hybrid.
“Father, I think this warrants an emergency meeting with the Justice League.” His youngest says. “There is currently a government agency hunting Cujo and Daniel, citing laws that directly counter the Meta Human Protection Acts. This cannot stand.” Cujo, the green glowing, 10 foot ghostdog that delivered the package and letter this morning by density shifting into the dining room during breakfast. Damian was of course attached.
“Uh, Alfred?” Duke starts form where he and Jason have been emptying the care package, “there’s a huge first aid kit here, but most of it is glowing.” Jason, of course, is turning the high tech laser pistols over in his hands, getting a feel for the handling and grip.
Bruce let’s his eyes skim over the letter again, his eyes catching on words like “Ghost King”, “Infinite Realms”, and “vivisection”. “I know it takes Danny a while to open up,” the letter reads, “so I’m beyond grateful that he feels safe enough with you.” Except he doesn’t, because Danny is not here. Somewhere out on the streets of Gotham is a half dead teenager, hurt and alone. And Bruce didn’t know. Didn’t know any of it until his sister sent him a care package, because apparently this kid has lied to his sister that he’s safe, that he found somewhere to stay.
He doesn’t notice the sudden hush behind him until Jason breaks it. “Is that fucking Lazarus Water?!” Bruce lowers his head back into his hands.
“I will prepare a room for the young master.” Alfred sniffs as his footsteps go towards the elevator. “I’m finding this kid.” Jason answers, leaving towards the lockers “Wait, Little Wing! I’m coming with!” Well, at least Dick can hopefully keep Jason in line. He prays to Rao this doesn’t mean he has to deal with a half-ghost, immensely powerful teen that struggles with Pit Rage.
A small hand lands on Bruce’s shoulder. He looks up into the sparkling eyes of his daughter. “New brother”, she grins.
Dp x Dc Prompt - Doggy Date
Cujo is a good boy. Yeah on occasion he really isn't but with Phantom he is! Phantom is great. He loves his new owner.
Problem is his owner gets upset a lot and he doesn't really know how to fix that. He wants to make him happy, get him out more, at least out of bed. Though it doesn't work every time.
Wolf, a very big version of him told him that there was a blue guy. "A hope corgi" in his words that make people happy. Cujo growled because he wasn't trying to be replaced but Wolf said that Cujo could learn from Him.
That he could do.
So Cujo goes to find this magical outlier. It takes a few tries. Man Cujo ran into so many humans, aliens and things with rings. But eventually he did find "Hope".
It wasn't easy to get his attention. Hope thought he was trying to attack him. As if he had never played before. Hope eventually realized that Cujo was a bit different.
Being different is good. Phantom says so. It had to be true.
"What can I help you with?" Cujo was very nervous, Hope was very kind and cute.
"My Phantom needs to be happy again. I wanna help him?"
Cujo had never met a friend so fast in his afterlife. Hope was so excited.
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