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Chapter 100! Let's Gooooo!
The Ghost Warlock - Chapter 100 - Cas3_Blanca - DCU (Comics) [Archive of Our Own]
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51480466/chapters/172042588#workskin
I had a vision!
Why is it always "Bruce funded the Fentons because (insert one or both Fenton kids) is Bruce's sibling/kid", "Waller Funded the Fentons/GIW research to fight ghosts", or "lex funded their research to fight Superman"?
I want Oliver Queen to fund their research because their research was "Green" energy, both because it technically is a good alternative source of energy and/or Ollie mishears one of the Fentons say "a green form of energy š".
Like could you imagine Ollie, not knowing Fenton Works was mostly a ghost catching company/getting their energy to an unstable dimensional portal, and not even aware what they were doing in Amity Park (ie portal to other demention, hunting ghosts and wanting to study/dissect them, hunting their son they accidentally (half) killed).
He could find out by accident, on a mission, or during a JL meeting when discussing the GIW and hearing their names, but he felt embarrassed and a little perturbed for not realizing what they do/are.
overqualified hero
funny prompt :
the justices League has scouted Danny and think he is a moderately experienced teen hero so offer him a spot on a teen team, Danny is all for this, having other teen friends with powers and more help.
the justices League is unaware of the scope and number of Dannys experience. He has stopped league level treats almost by himself, his hero career can stand with the likes of: batman and Superman. Most of it unseen by many, JLD know of some of his deeds but not who specifically. And not knowing how powerful and diverse he is. All this in a few years.
the teen team (Iām thinking young justice but anyone will do) find him a bit odd and awkward but a good team mate, vary good at field work, like really good. The more he opens up to them the more strange it becomes. Danny explains both too much and too little, Danny is oblivious to how strange his life is.
I could just imagine, taking it a bit of a more funny route, that the teen team either didn't tell the jl of Danny's over-experience or weren't believed/thought it was a prank/joke when told. Then months/year later Trigon/Darkseid/super powerful enemy of your choosing shows up. Danny kicks his ass with little to no help, then when asked how Danny managed to kick his ass without much help, Danny shrugs and calls it "another Tuesday" as if he didn't kick the ass of one the most powerful beings they know.
And the teen team is like
New pfp? Spicy has new pfp? When? Am I just blind?
Idk what you're talking about, I've never changed my pfp?? Like it's always been this one?
Literally me
Name question, because I haven't been in this specific fandom long enough.
What is Jazz 's phanon middle name? Like, I know Danny's is either James or Janus, but I don't remember if I have ever heard of Jazz's.
Cass goes viral on tiktok for the insane way that she breaks in her pointe shoes. Sheās got a hammer and a pocket knife and even bites them at one point.
Someone says that sheās too muscular and she wouldnāt look graceful on stage and she posts a video of her dancing so damn gracefully.
Dude⦠FIGURE SKATER CASS. You know she would kill it too.
*at an office picnic*
Barry: Danny! Hey you made it!
Danny: Yeah sorry for being a bit late! Leodan(Dan) was a bit nervous. *pats the head of the kid clinging to his leg*
Barry: Awe is this your son? Nice to meet you champ!
Leodan: You look stupid! *hides his face in Danny's leg*
Barry: um...I'm sorry?
Danny, nervously: Leodan, honey, Barry is daddy's boss!
Leodan, poking his head back out: He's your boss? Not another creepy rich guy that wants you to call him dad and won't leave you alone?
Danny: No, just my boss.
Barry: Uh, yeah your dads just my friend and employee. *files away that very concerning bit of information*
Leodan, blushing because now hes embarrassed: Oh, I'm sorry I said you look stupid then.
Barry keeps hearing little anecdotes about Dannyās stalker and is getting more and more concerned that itās actually Batman / Bruce Wayne.
With all the similarities vague enough to keep the misunderstanding.
A vampire rich guy with a weird basement who has an adoption problem, a double identity to hide, an obssesion and smarter/cunning than people think they are.
Just imagine Barry staring down Bruce during several JL meetings and Bruce, due to his emotional constipation, refused to ask Barry why he's staring him down.
Maybe Barry assumed (depending on the age difference) that either Bruce tried to take Danny away from his parents, OR tried to take Leodan from Danny. Or for shits and giggles, both depending on what Vlad tried to do.
John sold his soul. A lot. But almost as often, he sold his first born son's soul.
Now, that sounds bad on paper, but if John was being honest with himself, he was never going to have a kid. It felt unimaginably cruel to burden a baby with the weight of having John Constantine as a father. So, what better deal than to sell something that would never exist?
One thing he didn't take into account, was that he was a bloody idiot and the universe hates him.
John met Danny when he was still working independently in Amity Park. They worked together on a couple of cases in and around Amity, the kid was bright despite what his grades would leave you to believe.
It was John that brought up the idea of joining the JLD to Danny, and it was John that submitted a personal recommendation once Danny showed interest.
John helped Danny through moving away from his haunt, he offered the kid a couch to crash on that slowly turned into a bed, and he was never seen at a JLD meeting without a ghostly shadow.
Everything felt perfect, and that honestly should have been John's first red flag.
Now, he was preparing to take a trip down to Hell, because John never bothered to check if those contracts specified blood.
Welp. Using this for my own story.
Yoink /j kinda
omg tag me when you post it š
It's actually an AO3 fic I've been writing since, like, late 2023.
:0 is it the one in your pinned?
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John sold his soul. A lot. But almost as often, he sold his first born son's soul.
Now, that sounds bad on paper, but if John was being honest with himself, he was never going to have a kid. It felt unimaginably cruel to burden a baby with the weight of having John Constantine as a father. So, what better deal than to sell something that would never exist?
One thing he didn't take into account, was that he was a bloody idiot and the universe hates him.
John met Danny when he was still working independently in Amity Park. They worked together on a couple of cases in and around Amity, the kid was bright despite what his grades would leave you to believe.
It was John that brought up the idea of joining the JLD to Danny, and it was John that submitted a personal recommendation once Danny showed interest.
John helped Danny through moving away from his haunt, he offered the kid a couch to crash on that slowly turned into a bed, and he was never seen at a JLD meeting without a ghostly shadow.
Everything felt perfect, and that honestly should have been John's first red flag.
Now, he was preparing to take a trip down to Hell, because John never bothered to check if those contracts specified blood.
Welp. Using this for my own story.
Yoink /j kinda
omg tag me when you post it š
It's actually an AO3 fic I've been writing since, like, late 2023.
John sold his soul. A lot. But almost as often, he sold his first born son's soul.
Now, that sounds bad on paper, but if John was being honest with himself, he was never going to have a kid. It felt unimaginably cruel to burden a baby with the weight of having John Constantine as a father. So, what better deal than to sell something that would never exist?
One thing he didn't take into account, was that he was a bloody idiot and the universe hates him.
John met Danny when he was still working independently in Amity Park. They worked together on a couple of cases in and around Amity, the kid was bright despite what his grades would leave you to believe.
It was John that brought up the idea of joining the JLD to Danny, and it was John that submitted a personal recommendation once Danny showed interest.
John helped Danny through moving away from his haunt, he offered the kid a couch to crash on that slowly turned into a bed, and he was never seen at a JLD meeting without a ghostly shadow.
Everything felt perfect, and that honestly should have been John's first red flag.
Now, he was preparing to take a trip down to Hell, because John never bothered to check if those contracts specified blood.
Welp. Using this for my own story.
Yoink /j kinda
Demon Twins AU where Danny is trans. Talia smuggled him away to an orphanage in the states at a young age. She and everyone else always knew that Ra's would never pick the girl child to be his heir. Talia's baby deserved better than the fate that awaited her in the League. So she does the hardest thing she's ever done and gives her up.
Danny was four when he arrived in the US. His memories of before are blurry at best, and fade even more with time. Soon he forgets everything about the League and his previous family.
Years later, the reveal goes wrong. Danny runs, and it's pure chance that he ends up in Gotham. He's just another homeless street kid in Crime Alley. He's scraping by okay with petty theft and pickpocketing until he spots a completely unattended suped-up motorcycle. Of course he tries to steal it.
He just wasn't expecting that to be Red Hood's bike.
Jason watches as this random kid tries stealing his bike a little torn. Not about the bike. It's got a tracker in it so there's no worries there, and no one in their right mind would take what was clearly his bile from a random street kid.
He'd added some of the more subtle Bat branding on it, as a sign to the rest of Gotham, and no one actually from Crime Alley would touch his bike. Which meant the kid was new to the Alley, new to Gotham, or both. There was no question in his mind about the kid being new to the streets. Skinny and grimy he may be, but his clothes still fit and his shoes were only in moderately bad condition.
Which brought Jason to his current dilemma: What to do about the kid?
He didn't want to scare the kid, that much was certain. If they were new to Gotham, they probably hadn't heard about him. If they were just new to the alley, then they'd probably only heard about his lack of a kill rule. Neither one would make it good to approach the kid from the shadows.
But damn, he did need to help somehow. The Alley brats at least knew where they could get safe food and a blanket, this kid looked like he'd been dumpster diving from time to time. Not to mention the haunted look in his eyes, the way he'd pause from hotwiring the bike to look over his shoulder. The brat was being hunted, and they knew it.
Sure, he could offer help. A safe house, food, clothes, a shower. But that risked attachment, which risked dragging this kid into his nightlife. Better to just point the kid to a shelter or some of the friendlier kiddie gangs. Then again, a traitorous thought whispered, the brat's a tire iron and two wheels away from being you. It couldn't be too hard to take him in.
He'd have to make a choice soon, whichever way he leaned. The kid was getting scarily close to bypassing Tim's anti-theft measurements.
Jason goes through an entire character arc in the span of five minutes deciding that yes, he will uproot his entire and raise this street kid as his own, only for the kid to finally turn around to face him and it's Damian. It's fucking Damian. God dammit. This is clearly Damian, undercover for some reason, stealing his goddamn bike.
He's gonna kill the demon brat.
Danny wasnāt quite sure what was happening but he wasnāt going to complain.
He could tell at a look that the supped up bike in front of him had a lot of the tech he would need to make a portal gun. Gotham may have more ecto in the air than most cities, but Gothamās ecto was stagnant and he was a growing halfa with needs. So stealing a bike with a Fenton level security system made with Vlad level money was it.
Then some liminal guy with a red helmet appeared out of no where and started yelling at him.
Now Danny would understand being yelled at for stealing the bike but Mr. Redhead seemed more upset that HE was stealing the bike than the bike being stolen.
The guy kept going off on how āyou should know better than to mess with my rideā and āthere was no formal prank warā and āI donāt care what kind of op youāre was running, Iām taking you home and telling Alfredā.
Hence why Danny was now strapped to the bike he had been trying to steal, speeding down the back alleys of Gotham and wondering why the liminal kept mumbling about demon brats and small birds under his breath.
I could just see it now.
Jason pulls into the Batcave and starts yelling at Bruce, either because he believes Bruce sent "Damian" to prank/spy on him or because Bruce lost "Damian" without realizing it (again).
Either way, Jason is halfway through his yelling shpeil without letting Bruce get a word in when Damian, not skinny and clearly very clean, leaves the elevator and with a tired yawn, asks why Jason's yelling at his father.
Cue Jason panicking because he could have sworn that kid was Damian in disguise, then panic harder when he realizes the kid he thought was Damian was gone and hasn't been there since he started yelling at Bruce.
Chaos ensues. Jason, because due to the fact he thought this kid was Damian he never put a tracker on him, Bruce because his mask was off in front of a stranger at the time of Jason's lecture about child safety, and Damian because some kid has a face so close to his Jason of all people thought it was him.
And though they have the cameras to prove the kid was there, it was just too grainy and staticy to get a good look at the kid. What made it harder to understand was the fact that one minute the kid was there, another minute, he was gone.
I vote Secretly a Ghost!Alfred nabs Danny on his way out and politely demands the scruffy child sit himself down and eat a proper meal before he goes. It would be Improper to allow a guest to go hungry, young man; he cannot *possibly* allow it.
Okay, but if Danny is upstairs in the manor being fed, the trio downstairs must go crazy looking for him for at least half an hour before they succeed in finding him.
They walk into the kitchen after an hour of fruitless searching to find Alfred bundling the kid up to take to a guest bedroom - Danny fell asleep at the table. So sue him, this place feels like Home.
Let's say that the three are the only ones aware that Damian was at one time a twin, knowing for different reasons (Damian has distant memories, Jason witnessed Talia disappearing with a little girl and eventually connected the dots, and Bruce eventually hearing it from either Talia or Damian, either stating the babe was either dead or too deep in the system to find). When the three, more specifically Damian, finally get a good look at sleeping Danny, the immediate thought was another, less murder happy, Damian clone instead of his twin for obvious reasons. I mean, Damian had a twin sister after all. Why would they assume otherwise? Memories don't lie.
I'm trying to find the prompt where one of the dogs (I'm pretty sure it's Ace) is dying/dies and Damian starts asking questions on what's happening and freaking out because he never really experienced death due to the lazerus pit. Everyone was trying to console Damian because yeah, he's never understood the permanence of death.
It's been on my mind for a while and I can't find it.
Demon Twins AU where Danny is trans. Talia smuggled him away to an orphanage in the states at a young age. She and everyone else always knew that Ra's would never pick the girl child to be his heir. Talia's baby deserved better than the fate that awaited her in the League. So she does the hardest thing she's ever done and gives her up.
Danny was four when he arrived in the US. His memories of before are blurry at best, and fade even more with time. Soon he forgets everything about the League and his previous family.
Years later, the reveal goes wrong. Danny runs, and it's pure chance that he ends up in Gotham. He's just another homeless street kid in Crime Alley. He's scraping by okay with petty theft and pickpocketing until he spots a completely unattended suped-up motorcycle. Of course he tries to steal it.
He just wasn't expecting that to be Red Hood's bike.
Jason watches as this random kid tries stealing his bike a little torn. Not about the bike. It's got a tracker in it so there's no worries there, and no one in their right mind would take what was clearly his bile from a random street kid.
He'd added some of the more subtle Bat branding on it, as a sign to the rest of Gotham, and no one actually from Crime Alley would touch his bike. Which meant the kid was new to the Alley, new to Gotham, or both. There was no question in his mind about the kid being new to the streets. Skinny and grimy he may be, but his clothes still fit and his shoes were only in moderately bad condition.
Which brought Jason to his current dilemma: What to do about the kid?
He didn't want to scare the kid, that much was certain. If they were new to Gotham, they probably hadn't heard about him. If they were just new to the alley, then they'd probably only heard about his lack of a kill rule. Neither one would make it good to approach the kid from the shadows.
But damn, he did need to help somehow. The Alley brats at least knew where they could get safe food and a blanket, this kid looked like he'd been dumpster diving from time to time. Not to mention the haunted look in his eyes, the way he'd pause from hotwiring the bike to look over his shoulder. The brat was being hunted, and they knew it.
Sure, he could offer help. A safe house, food, clothes, a shower. But that risked attachment, which risked dragging this kid into his nightlife. Better to just point the kid to a shelter or some of the friendlier kiddie gangs. Then again, a traitorous thought whispered, the brat's a tire iron and two wheels away from being you. It couldn't be too hard to take him in.
He'd have to make a choice soon, whichever way he leaned. The kid was getting scarily close to bypassing Tim's anti-theft measurements.
Jason goes through an entire character arc in the span of five minutes deciding that yes, he will uproot his entire and raise this street kid as his own, only for the kid to finally turn around to face him and it's Damian. It's fucking Damian. God dammit. This is clearly Damian, undercover for some reason, stealing his goddamn bike.
He's gonna kill the demon brat.
Danny wasnāt quite sure what was happening but he wasnāt going to complain.
He could tell at a look that the supped up bike in front of him had a lot of the tech he would need to make a portal gun. Gotham may have more ecto in the air than most cities, but Gothamās ecto was stagnant and he was a growing halfa with needs. So stealing a bike with a Fenton level security system made with Vlad level money was it.
Then some liminal guy with a red helmet appeared out of no where and started yelling at him.
Now Danny would understand being yelled at for stealing the bike but Mr. Redhead seemed more upset that HE was stealing the bike than the bike being stolen.
The guy kept going off on how āyou should know better than to mess with my rideā and āthere was no formal prank warā and āI donāt care what kind of op youāre was running, Iām taking you home and telling Alfredā.
Hence why Danny was now strapped to the bike he had been trying to steal, speeding down the back alleys of Gotham and wondering why the liminal kept mumbling about demon brats and small birds under his breath.
I could just see it now.
Jason pulls into the Batcave and starts yelling at Bruce, either because he believes Bruce sent "Damian" to prank/spy on him or because Bruce lost "Damian" without realizing it (again).
Either way, Jason is halfway through his yelling shpeil without letting Bruce get a word in when Damian, not skinny and clearly very clean, leaves the elevator and with a tired yawn, asks why Jason's yelling at his father.
Cue Jason panicking because he could have sworn that kid was Damian in disguise, then panic harder when he realizes the kid he thought was Damian was gone and hasn't been there since he started yelling at Bruce.
Chaos ensues. Jason, because due to the fact he thought this kid was Damian he never put a tracker on him, Bruce because his mask was off in front of a stranger at the time of Jason's lecture about child safety, and Damian because some kid has a face so close to his Jason of all people thought it was him.
And though they have the cameras to prove the kid was there, it was just too grainy and staticy to get a good look at the kid. What made it harder to understand was the fact that one minute the kid was there, another minute, he was gone.
Danny is deaf in his left ear.
It's a product of his accident, only partial and barely noticeable other than the occasional ringing of the ear or sudden water-in-ear feeling. But Danny doesn't really notice or mind (but mostly doesn't notice) due to his heightened senses and the fact the previous effects barely happen.
It comes to a head though when, after a particularly rough fight (maybe Vortex changing atmospheric pressure or Vlad/his parents trying a new invention, possibility a rough hit, possible crossover bs, etc), the water-in-ear feeling came back. Danny wouldn't mind at first, thinking it'd just go away like it usually does.
But it doesn't.
I dunno what else to put here. Feel free to extend.
So I reread the latest part of Birdritch l, and because I'm a little aware of comic āØloreāØ, is Dick a true owl because he was originally supposed to be a Talon in the comics? Because if I recall correctly, if Mary and John Grayson didn't die and if Bruce didn't take him in, the court of owls were going to go all sleeper agent on Dick.
Would I, the poor, innocent author that I am, imply something horrifying about Dick's heritage and perhaps even fate like that by calling him a true owl??
Stephanie dying her hair black for an undercover OP
Stephanie: So what you guys think
Dick:
Tim: That is so freaky
Jason: You⦠you look like Bruceās mom!
Stephanie: WHAT? No I donāt!
Dick: You do! And itās so fucking freaky!
Tim: Itās a really fucking eerie resemblance. Are you sure youāre not related to him? Like a distant cousin or something?
Stephanie: Your all fucking insane. I donāt look like her!
Jason: Hold on. Alfred! Can you come here!
Alfred: There is no need to shout Master Jason. Now what is all the commotion?
Jason: We just need to know, does Steph look like Bruceās mom?
Alfred: Bloody Hell. You do bear a very striking resemblance to the late Martha Wayne, Ms Brown.
Tim: Told you.
Dick: Come on letās dye it brown before Bruce sees and has a fucking panic attack.
(tempted to write a full-length fic where Steph is the reincarnation of Martha Wayne, cause of this. Obviously full credits and link to the post if I do. AND NO IT WONT BE CONNECTED TO JASON IS THE REINCARNATION OF THOMAS WAYNE AU I CAME UP WITH. YOU NASTIES.)
(psst I would love to read this)
I started drawing Dick with his mom and dad taking care of baby Dick after a nightmare... than it kind of went from there.
I imagined they had this big blanket his Mary treasured, but one day, Dick accidentally ripped it. So she cut off the damaged piece, fixed the edges, embroidered it, and turned it into a mini version just for him.
That got me thinking about how confusing everything mustāve been after his parents died, and how much mustāve been lost. I mean, Iām sure Bruce, Alfred, or even Halyās Circus tried to return his parentsā belongings to him, but realistically, itās hard to believe nothing got lost in all that chaos.
So⦠cue the angst.