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Red Robin, watching Dan drag the dead body of Ra’s Al Ghul across the road: what the fuck
Dan, talking to himself: this’ll teach that immortal loser what happens when you try to recruit me for his creepy assassin gang
Red Robin, activating comms: O? Ima need you to direct be to the nearest jeweler, I’m getting married
Oracle: I don’t get paid enough for this shit
Red Robin: you don’t get paid at all
Oracle: exactly
Lucky-guy
Idea #10
Warning! I use a translator, English is not my native language.
It's a very small idea, but the gist is that Danny has accidentally become a luck magnet after years of Fenton-like luck. For example, he's started finding $20 on the sidewalk almost every day, he always remembers something useful at the right moment, and he usually gets excellent marks on all his tests. Even his literature test score is better than it could have been.
He liked it, even a lot, at first. But over time, it started to get boring. Even fighting with his bullies didn't really help. So after finishing school, Danny decided to make his life more challenging and enroll in Gotham. There, he definitely wouldn't get bored!
Three months after starting his studies at Gotham University, nothing had changed. Sometimes, no one tried to rob him at all, and if they did, they'd incapacitate themselves. And Danny realized: this was fate playing tricks on him.
Danny: Oh my God, by the Endless Realms and the damn ectoplasm, Fate, if you can hear this, then give me some trouble already!... Or give me some kind of sign or drop something on me, even a flower pot *stretches out his arms and closes his eyes*
Danny:...
Danny: *felt something fall into my hands and opened my eyes*
Damian: …. * look of an angry cat who's been picked up against his will and is ready to kill *
Danny: ...Thanks, Destiny! Hello, Problem! :>
Damian: ....
Batfam: *laughs at Danny's words*
He broke through to the surface, taking large desperate gasps of air before getting sucked back beneath by the current. Danny fought against the water as hard as his little paws would allow.
Just when he felt all hope was lost and he was sinking, a large hand enveloped his entire body and hefted him back into the open air. Shivering and coughing out water he didn't catch whatever the man had said. He continued shivering violently as the guy wrung out Dannys fur.
The mans hands were warm despite the brown leather gloves covering them. They made Danny feel comforted and energized almost as if the man had...oh gods! He did! The man had ecto inside of him! Thank the ancients! Now he just had to stick with glove guy and he could recharge! It would be slow but still!
"Here we are little guy." The man said and Danny noticed all at once that the man had been walking the whole time Danny had been stuck in his head. He looked around and noticed the Animal Shelter sign in front of them.
No. No! Danny needed to stick to this guy if he ever hoped to become a human again. But despite how he dug his claws into the flesh of the mans exposed arm and yowled the man in the red mask managed to get him lose and left him in the care of an animal social worker.
Danny was checked out and placed in the tiny jail cell alongside other kittens and cats, many who were scared, miserable or just desperate for love and attention. This of course meant he needed to plot a jail break. Fortunately, he could still used most of his powers but without any ecto around he would have no way to recharge them outside of food or indulging in his obsession.
Needless to say Jason was a little startled when he woke up the next day to not one, but five little kittens meowing at him for food. He swears the one sitting smugly on his chest is the same one he dropped off at the animal shelter yesterday, but that couldn't be right...
One call confirmed it. All of thier animals had escaped last night and there was a suspiciously animal sized arch taken out of the wall with an unknown tool. Demon brat would be delighted at the news.
Unfortunately for Hood the smug little black cat he rescued yesterday had decided that his shoulder was the perfect perch and stayed there more often than not. Little guy got into food often but refused to eat kibble and any attempt to get the kitten away from the mashed potatoes resulted in violence or density shifting to get back to the food.
At this point danny almost didn't care if he returned to being human so long as he got to eat more of his humans cooking. He swears Jason is magical because everything he makes tastes amazing
Jason swore loudly as he attempted to leave the kitten behind. He has to go patrol!
"Come on Mischief. I gotta go stop bad guys. Run a crime empire! You gotta stay home and be safe!"
Well that wasn't going to happen. Oh no. Danny was going to protect his human. He howled at the stupid man, and clung on to his shoulder. He felt more than heard his sigh of resignation. Good. He should be resigned. This was happening .
Robin was. To put not to find a point on it. Flummoxed when he saw Red Hood later in the evening.
"Why do you have a kitten on your shoulder? During patrol?"
Jason groaned. If course it would be demon brat. And he could hear everyone asking over coms. Fucking dammit!
" You know what. If you can get mischief to go home. I'll owe you a favour. "
Damian tilted his head, confused by that statement.
"It is a kitten, not a recalcitrant child."
Then he saw Hood's posture. He seemed defeated by a kitten? Truly?
" Robin. The kitten can density shift. The kitten can bite through steel. I honestly would pay to see mischief vs Superman at this point. I've given up. Mischief fucking wins. "
Damian scowled while thinking.
"I suppose that does make it more difficult yes. How did you find them?"
Jason scowled at the menace on his shoulder.
" last night I saved mischief from a puddle. Took him to a shelter. Woke up this morning to 5 kittens on the floor, and mischief sitting on my chest smugly. "
Damian quickly flicked his com silent. Their family apparently found that amusing, and were being loud about it.
"The kitten staged an escape. Fascinating. Well done indeed. They must have enhanced intelligence as well!"
Jason hadn't even thought of that. But given the look of smugness on Mischief's face. Well. Demon Brat was right .
"You're gonna be a nightmare ain't ya mischief?"
The fact the kitten nodded did not make him feel any goddamn better.
it all goes sideways when rogue of the week turns up and Danny pulls out an anime protagonist worthy charge and headbutts them into a car effortlessly.
Jason had thankfully already made a little mask for mischief. Or 'batcat' as everyone insi aged in the field. Because, tiny kitty. Powerful or not. Still needs some sort of armour. The kitten is now considered his hero companion. I'm the same way as Krypto the dog is for the super family.
Damian is entirely salty about not being the kittens chosen. But also respects that the kitten has chosen. And knows cats well enough to know it will not change.
Gotham news went crazy over the tiny kitten taking down Bane. 'Batcat' might be their favourite hero. A fact that has Jason's tiny kitten far too proud of himself.
Jason had laughed so hard when B tried to intimidate Mischief. Mischief stared at him. Flicked his tail. And turned around to show his back. He was so glad his helmet recorded the encounter.
Tim apparently played it whenever B was being a dick. Dickie-bird was all atwitter about it. He found it highly amusing Jason had been adopted by such a contrary creature. Something about the kitten being just like Jason when he was younger.
At some point, it becomes clear just how intelligent Mischief is. As in, clearly-understands-English, has absolutely plotted against Jason (for his own well-being) and won, pushes glasses of water off counter tops specifically when he wants something (yes Damian, he is aware that’s something normal cats do. You don’t understand, he’s doing it with intent) and it occurs to Jason that he should actually maybe see if he can and should be communicating. Is his cat actually a cat? Stranger things have happened.
The most convenient tool for doing this, coincidentally, is the cheap ouija board Jason picked up somewhere, so Mischief can slap letters with his little paws to respond.
Danny, half ghost menace that he is, finds the irony of this so funny that he’s too busy laughing to give Jason any straight answers, and ends up being super cryptic and decidedly unhelpful.
He does coherently manage to demand more mashed potatoes though.
Jason: Fuckin really? Mashed po varies cannot be good for you right now!
Danny *aggressively* Mash!
Jason: Alright! Jesus fine. Fuck! And currently? Do you weren't born a cat? The Fuck happened?
Danny : Food!
Jason: Nuh uh you little shit!
Danny *clearly sulking* shape shift practise. Got stuck.
Jason: Huh. Fair enough. Dinner time then. Also stop laughing. The fuck is so funny?
Danny refused to answer, so only laying on the board. Jason finally have up and pointed at his friendly menace, before giving up and going to cook.
When Danny finally explains that he is half ghost? Jason will also be laughing his ass off. Of course he used a ouija board to communicate with a fucking ghost!
Lmfao I can’t this is perfect
Danny being a gremlin whilst taking full advantage of being stuck as a cat and makes it everyone else’s problem is too perfect
His other option was to be a pet. And no thanks? Not his vibe. Also he's been slowly purifying the jank Ecto this guy has. It's gonna be fun when the dude noticed his mood has evened out. He practised shifting in the kitchen when Jason is sleeping. So far he's managed size and colour. So when he goes out as batcat? He can shift colours. Meaning keeping his 'civilian' ID is gonna be easy. He can also turn into a Fuck off panther now.
The first time he did that in patrol? The thugs have up instantly. And he was very very smug about it. The cops were scared as shit too. Which Hood have him pets for. He quite likes this animal sidekick thing. Much more fun than school!
Not that Jason lets him get away from learning. Oh no. He made the mistake of tell the dude his age. And now he keeps reading Shakespeare and Bronte to him. Even when he nips him for it. Bastard. He wants science!
(Just gonna drop something here, but like, Danny going from kitten size to full panther reminds me of Klarion’s familiar, Teekl. Do as you will with that comparison.
Also, I had a good laugh reading everything here-)
Klarion and Teekl hear rumours about the kitty! And want to play!
Jason? Is NOT down with this fuckery in his back yard please! If you want to play do it OUTSIDE Gotham!
Jason being stuck with three highly mischievous, supernatural entities is hilarious. JLD probably would laugh and cheerily say, “You got one attached to you. They’ll coalesce after that. They’re the ‘You saved me, now I’m your problem’ sort of creatures. Good luck!”
Danny is happy to play with his new friends… within the bounds of his human’s reasonable restrictions… mostly. It was only a few. No, he shan’t clarify what he means by a few. No, not even on the Ouija Board… maybe for some mashed potatoes? *Big pleading eyes*
Yeah. Few buildin’s. Went nyoom.
THEY WEREN'T IN GOTHAM!!!!!!!! He swears! It was uh... Ahem in Metropolis...
Jason has to check on the news... At least it was all Luthor's? And it was outside of work hours? So uh, that should give big blue a break for a bit. FINE you can have your mash. Why do you even want mash??? I can do steak you know?
BIG kitty eyes. STEAK!!!! Please? Pretty kitty please?
Danny is definitely having fun with his new friends. But only during the day! Jason WORKS at night! And he's gotta be there to protect him! Klarion is pouty. But he gets it. Rules ARE rules.
XD I love that. So much.
Klarion absolutely messaged Luthor like “Dropping by soon! Don’t worry. Bringing a friend!” So, Luthor had prepared for Klarion and whatever chaos would happen. Just not Klarion, Teekl, and a supernatural, powerful cat of sorts to “play” with each other… using his buildings like toys. Superman gets a pretty nice break from
Danny gets so excited when he realizes the steak is on the table as an option for meal. Now he asks for steak AND mash.
Rules are rules and, even if Klarion doesn’t like rules, he gets that Danny wants to ensure Jason’s safety. Danny basically gets to play at day and terrorize anyone who bothers Jason at night.
Danny is also learning now why so many gods in mythology preferred animal disguises. You can have so much more fun as an animal than as a human!
Luthor is just stood there watching as his buildings are stole by three supernatural entities. Like... How is this my life? Klarion! Get back here you little brat! So you know how much work this is going to take to fix!!!!to
Superman is highly confused. But greatful for the break. Luthor is too busy calling construction companies and getting his building rebuilt to be a problem. Also... Isn't that Hood's cat? He may need to call Batman.
Batman when called? Has to share the knowledge that he can do nothing about the cat. Constantine can do nothing about the cat. It chose Hood and that's all there is to it. Even Hood can't control the damn thing!
Klarion likes his new bestie! Mischief is great! They can get up to do much trouble! And the only thing Mischief wants for it is to not attack Gotham? That's fine! That's Mischief's turf now. He gets it!
Jason is learning how to deal with entities of great power. And that bribery works. Deals work. Nothing else does. He gets why Connie drinks now. He really really does.
Danny is so tempted to recreate some of the Greek myths. Maybe.... Klarion would help? Like, come on buddy! Wouldn't it be great to do that? Wouldn't it be fun? Diana is going to be seeing some pranks that remind her of childhood tales. And need to take a moment. Cause uh, the cat? Might be a godling? She's uh, pretty sure yeah..... She will ask around. See who misplaced their kid....
Meanwhile Clockwork/Chronos is searching around for his youngest kid and so now Diana thinks that Mischief is Zeus. Which leads to a whole host of new problems.
Nah. Clockwork would be very much looking for his baby. He's only 17! And Diana would be like..... You had another kid???? I have a new Uncle! And you never told me??????
Diana turns up at Jason's. Scruggs the kitten and looks at him sternly.
Diana: Hello Uncle. Why did you not visit me hmm?
Danny bats his big eyes surely at her. And meows. And yes. Ok. Fine. You don't have a voice box right now.
Jason? Is vibrating in glee. Mischief is Aunt Diana's Uncle!!!! He grabs the ouija board and sets it down waiting for answers. Under Diana's gaze? Danny finally answers his questions. And hey! Jason saved him! He's paying him back! And storing energy to turn back to normal! And Jason is full of ecto! Even if it's not normal ecto. So he's been eating it for power! And that's making Jason healthier too!
I can’t remember if it was said tho, what’s his reaction around Joker cause I get the feeling he so would hate on sight.
Honestly I feel like if Danny ever got to visit home when this is all said and done, his rouges will be filled with regret at the new heaps of mischief he can inflict on them.
He and Klarion have an unofficial deal that is forged and upheld only through play, and considering Klarion probably doesn’t get many chances like this in his existence he’d definitely not step out of line cause he enjoys the chaos they inflict
Danny has made himself everyone’s problem and that is just a mood
Becoming Batman
dcxdp fic idea
Danny is the reason Batman has his utility belt. Why he's prepared for 'anything. everything.'
you see, when they were kids, Danny's family took a trip. To study ectoplasm in other cities. They did this alot when Danny and Jazz were little, while they were waiting for funding for the portal to come through or for contractors to finish doing repair work on their home. On this occasion they were gone longer than usual for one reason or another.
Which gave young Danny and Jazz ample time to make friends. They were in Wayne Tower. Their parents in one meeting or another. Jazz found herself an out-of-the-way office in which she could start on the classwork she was missing. Danny found himself in the basement, where all the failed projects went to die. and started tinkering, fooling around.
Eventually a morose boy named Bruce joined him. Though he didn't say much beyond his name. and seemed to do his own work. Though he kept having to stop to get one thing or another, always illprepared for the task at hand when he sat down for the day.
When it was time for the Fentons to head back to Amity, little Danny Fenton handed the forlone Bruce a toolbelt. One filled with more pockets and items than it should realistically be able to fit. One that was promised to 'always have exactly what you need, when you need it"
Years later Danny would be watching the news in his college dorm and see a man in all black with a cape and an extremely familiar vibrant yellow belt, and smile to himself.
Does he really need the sigil though lol 😭 like
Bruce :damn I should get this fixed I know just the guy for the job
*pulls Danny out of his utility belt*
The sigil might be more polite but then again it is Batman so 🤷♀️
God my humors so ass but I crack myself up 😭I’m just imagining that one saiki k scene AND ITS DANNY SO ITD SO WORK I CANT GET THIS OUT MY HEAD LMFAO
this is absolutely/obviously the only possible way he can contact Danny (or at least that he knows of)
I also like to think that Danny can come from his cape at anytime and/or just watches from his cape randomly.
The great adoption tournament - DC X DP prompt
Lately I'm having ideas before going to sleep... Another midnight prompt:
Jason thought it was funny.
He had been seeing this flyers everywhere about this tournament to win the right to adopt the prince of this place called the infinite realms, not realizing very few people seem to be able to see them. It was clearly some kind of joke, or maybe a reference for a new movie/game he hadn't heard of. So course Jason took a pen and wrote on one of them that Bruce Wayne was participating.
He thought it was funny. He still thinks it is, having the adoption addict in an adoption tournament it's funny! But he can admit, that the tournament being real, and very magical, make things a little complicated.
-_-_-_-
Danny will still be a ghostling for a long time, and elder ghosts in general have decided it would be healthy for him and Ellie to have an appropriate guardian, now that the prince and his mirrorborn were forced to leave their home dimension. Danny has met a lot of people he trusts at this point, and isn't so sure about choosing, or if he even wants any of these people as guardians. Look, he knows they're technically neons old, but a lot of them feel like peers, or older siblings, definitely not guardians. So. After a lot of whining from literally every ghost that was even a year older than him, Danny set up an adoption tournament to get them off his back. He'll surely be able to make up his mind by the time the tournament is done.
Why is a random human being appointed by a revenant for the tournament? Eh, whatever, if they want to try their luck, why not let them? Frostbite had said it would be good if his guardian was at least somewhat connected with humanity. He'll point to this guy as proof he's trying to find someone that meets that requirement.
Honestly Jason didn't know what he was expecting. What started off as a funny haha turned into a full mess and going by the glowing green scroll in his hands was fully and permanently binding.
Swiping a hand down his face he did the only thing he could think to do. Call Dick.
"On a scale of one to ten, ten being the absolute worst how bad is it that I somehow signed B up for a magical tournament."
"Well hello to you Jason, my day was wonder- I'm sorry magical tournament?" Dick starts sarcastically before choking on his words. "Please explain."
(one explanation later)
"-And now he HAS to go." Jason collapsed onto his couch staring at the ceiling. Hearing nothing from the other end he is about to start getting angry when he gets his response.
"You put Bruce "let me just grab this child" Wayne in an adoption tournament, Jason." Dick says gravely, "Do you really think he is going to back out?"
"Fuck!"
After the Nasty Burger incident, Danny went to live with Vlad under the promise that he would change. And he did, for all of two months before Danny discovered a secret basement full of clones. All except one of them were unstable.
Thoroughly betrayed, Danny takes the one stable clone and puts the rest of them out of their misery. Then he heads to Gotham where the local billionaire has a habit of taking in black hair blued eyed orphans. Fight fire with fire right? Or in this case money with money.
Bruce was expecting many things when he woke up to an unknown presence in his bedroom. Assassins, one of the boys, one of Damian's pets; he hadn't been expecting a bedraggled looking teenager, holding a sleeping baby.
The teen appeared...distraught. Eyes rimmed with red, shoulders drawn tight, barely contained rage written in his clenched teeth.
But his hands were gentle where they held the child. Even though it was raining, the baby was completely dry, while the teen was soaking wet.
The windows had not been opened. The door had not been utilized. No alarms had been set off.
A meta.
A young, pissed off meta.
"Adopt him," the teen ordered, staring Bruce down.
Bruce raised his hands, showing that he wasn't a threat, and used that same movement to trigger a silent alarm.
"I know my reputation precedes me, but I don't actually take in every kid I-"
"-Shut up. Take him in, you're the only real option I've got. I have to hurry, I need to lay down a false trail or...just. Take the kid."
Unspoken words. The boy was hiding from someone, trying to hide the baby from someone. He himself had no intention to stay. He felt the danger was bad enough that a "false trail" would be required.
Shadows moved under the door.
Whoever was nearby to answer the alarm was ready and waiting.
"Okay. Okay, let's say I do this. Does he have a name? Is there someone specifically I need to watch out for?" Bruce asked, buying time. He needed more information; this boy had potentially brought a threat to his doorstep.
He needed to be prepared.
He needed more information on the boy himself, to investigate what the hell was going on.
"No name. Watch out for Vlad Masters, can't imagine he's happy about me taking my kid away from him, and he's got a weird mind control thing he does, so never enter a room alone with him."
Bruce's mind went blank.
Oh.
Shit.
No, he was not leaving a teenager to face their rapist alone, especially one with literal mind control as a power. He needed to know if this teen had proof of his claim of said power, if he knew if Masters had used his powers on any others, if he knew how long the mind control lasted-
"...What if I take you both in?" He asked instead.
The teen's eyes narrowed, lips parting in a small snarl.
"Not good enough. Vlad can't know he's here, so I have to-"
"-How do we defend against him, then? You broke away once, is that just something you can do or is there a way to fight back?"
The teen snorted, bouncing the baby as it started to wake up and fuss.
"Well you can either be dead or you can have anti-ghost tech, and you don't look too dead to me."
Looks were deceiving, and Bruce refrained from saying so. He also filed away that bit about Masters dealing with the occult.
"I can easily procure anti-ghost technology."
"'Easily', pff, yeah, sure. What, do you know Batman or something?"
Bruce's door quietly creaked open, and Nightwing, in full kit, poked his head in and smiled reassuringly at the bristling teenager.
"Or something." Bruce repeated, nodding at his eldest.
He was going to take both of them in, for as long as they needed.
He was also going to ask JLD for anti-possession charms so he could punch Masters in the face. Repeatedly.
So on the one hand Danny does NOT intend to stay. He has to distract Vlad and buy the Wayne’s enough time to get all the legal paperwork adoption stuff sorted. That way it will be a whole media circus if Vlad goes for legal custody or kidnapping. And it’s not like the bats can physically stop him from just dipping at this point in time.
On the other hand Danny is extremely angry and petty and right now? Doesn’t have anything left to lose. Bruce can handle Vlad. Batman can handle Plasmius. What’s Vlad gonna do? Out Phantom’s identity to his dead parents? Danny is gonna set the Justice League on Vlad’s ass. That should buy the Wayne’s enough time to get things sorted on their end.
And in the meantime? Well after he’s shared his intel with Nightwing Danny supposes he can accept a shower and a hot meal from the rich guy he’s dumping his clone on. He really is tired. Okay so staying over one night won’t hurt. It’s not like it’s permanent.
Of course Nightwing points out that the Wayne’s are his best bet for getting updates on the Justice Leagues progress with Masters. And the League might need more intel for their operation to be successful. Oh and also the baby’s vitals are different to baseline. Looks like he inherited your metagene. Don’t you want your baby to get the best care possible? You gotta at least stick around to let the Wayne’s know about any health needs that crop up.
Just realized Danny not seeing Bruce press the silent alarm will probs think it’s pretty weird for Nightwing to just randomly show up in Bruce Wayne’s bedroom
The teen tensed at Nightwing’s arrival, sneering at him with distrust. “You his sugar baby?”
Dick and Bruce both cringed. “Nope!” Dick immediately denied. “Absolutely not. That’s gross and disgusting. He’s like my dad.” Bruce shot him a warning look.
“Uh. Stepdad. Y’know, cause he’s married to Batman.”
Bruce sighed deeply. Now was not the time for the digs about being “married to his work”. Besides, this kid brought a case to him, not the other way around. Bruce was actually sleeping- it wasn’t his fault this time.
“Not married.” Bruce corrected. “Legally it’s impossible. But regardless- I can get access to the tech I need to protect you both.”
“Huh.” The teen chewed on his lip and Bruce spotted elongated canines. “This… could work.” He looked up and studied Bruce with a piercing gaze. “Your sugar batsy- he’d go after a ghost for you?”
Bruce’s face twitched. “Please don’t call him that ever again. But yes, Batman would.”
Nightwing snickered. “Great. Sounds like we have a collaboration in our future. So how about introductions? I’m Nightwing, that’s Bruce. You are?”
“…Danny.” The teen hedged. The baby gurgled and began to fuss.
“Nice to meet you Danny. How about we get you dry and the little one a place to sleep?” Nightwing coaxed.
“I’m not staying.” The tee- Danny immediately protested, the scowl on his face incongruous with how he gently rearranged the baby in his arms.
“So you’ve said.” Bruce placated. “But you still need to share your intel with Nightwing. And it’s pouring outside. It would be nigh impossible to track anyone in this weather- and that’s only if Masters tries at all.”
“Bruce is right.” Nightwing added. “You’d be the only person outside and therefore an obvious target.”
Danny sighed gustily. Then sniffed. Grimaced. Gingerly transferred the squirming baby onto Bruce’s lap. “Here. Uh. Needs a change, I think. So… yeah. I’ll just let you deal with that while Nightwing and I go talk strategy! Okay. Bye.”
And then he turned on his heel and dragged Nightwing out of the room while Bruce wracked his brain trying to think if he’d never changed a diaper before.
Damian, walking out the manor door in civvies with Purpose and a katana while his siblings watch in concern
Dick: uh, hey, baby bat, where ya off to?
Damian: I am attending an execution
Tim, looking up from his laptop for the first time in 6 hours: what
Steph: in civvies? I get not going as robin but at least wear your assassin gear
Tim: THATS WHAT WE’RE WORRIED ABOUT?
Steph: well yeah that stuffs meant to get blood on it
Damian: it is not the execution of anything that would bleed.
Dick: explain that
Damian, sighing with all the annoyance he can muster at his curious siblings: Do you recall my partner in the school project?
Duke: uh, you mean Danny? The teen dad transfer who you said set up a Prince and Princess Club with the kids in his apartment building, and hosts tea parties where he gives them political problems about unicorns and mermaids to discuss over scones?
Damian: yes. This Thursday the issue was a stuffed giraffe who brought tribute to the council, but the tribute snacks contained nuts. Danny tells me it was originally an attempt to make them refuse the snacks as a group, as the stuffed giraffe knowingly snubbed some of their members. But then it was pointed out that if the allergic children ate the snacks, there would be great medical risk, and the scenario escalated to an assassination attempt.
Dick: …so they’re executing the stuffed giraffe.
Damian: yes. It is good to see the young trained early. Now if you will excuse me, I promised to be there. It is my duty as one trained with the sword to ensure Lord Longneck is dispatched properly for his attempts on Princess Bridget of apartment 114 and Prince Hunter of the top floor’s lives. Good day.
Tim: what the fuck
Steph, cackling: the kids are alright
Batman: This whole mission was a bust and- where the hell is Phantom?
Aquaman: *silently points to a cluster of rocks where Phantom is laying down surrounded by like 7 Seals*
Batman: Phantom-
Phantom: Shut up! I live here now!
Seal: *banana pose*
Phantom, whispering: You are so precious, I love you.
DpxDc Hurt/Comfort Angst Prompt
Tw: death during child birth(non graphic), homeless children, oc character technically but they're an infant
Teenager Danny is homeless, and on the run from the government. He has a small go bag and not much else.
When he stops in a city for a while, he comes across another homeless person, a heavily pregnant woman. She offers her spot to him, and they spend some time together. She eventually goes into labor, and Danny is there holding her hand the whole time, but while the baby is healthy, the woman won't stop bleeding, and Danny can feel her life spirit eventually slip away.
Danny waits till night and goes invisible so he can wash the baby in a gym shower, and then he steals some formula, bottles, filled water bottles, cloth diapers, and clothes. He wraps the baby in his own baby blanket, and then leaves the city because he saw some GIW operatives sniffing around.
The supplies last until Danny reaches a town called Smallville, but the small town doesn't have any kind of general store that Danny can find, its mostly all farms. But he knows farms have cows, and cows have milk, so he heads towards the closest farm to him, and sneaks into the barn.
Martha and John Kent are woken up by the sounds of a crying baby, and the cows mooing. With a light, and something to defend themselves with, they head out, and throw open the barn door. What sits in their barn is one of the most heartbreaking things they had ever seen. A tiny fifteen year old, if he even was fifteen, sat on the floor, desperately trying to hush a baby while trying to milk one of their cows into a baby bottle. The baby, maybe a month or two old, was clean, and looked to be relitively healthy, their curly blonde hair coming in on their little head, but the older boy didn't look to be doing as well. Tears made tracks on his dirt covered face, and he was far, far too thin, with bruises and scars marking his too pale skin accompanied with green and red residue that look suspiciously like dried blood, most memorable were his eyes, glowing green in the dark barn, revealing unadulterated fear as he stared at them wide eyed, having realised they'd been caught.
Ancient of Space!Phantom who can, and does create planets, as well as stars, asteroids, ect. Its part of his job and he remembers every single thing hes ever created. But, he remembers Krypton the most, and with great fondness.
Krypton was the first planet Phantom ever created. He had so much fun, and since it was his first, he put so much care into it. He cried when the first signs of life took form- but after creating the planet, Phantom could no longer directly interfere, he could only watch.
Phantom was so sad when Krypton was destroyed, and he thought all of the inhabitants were dead. He mourned the Planet and the life it held for a long time. When he eventually met the Supers, and smelled Krypton clinging to them, he openly wept. Phantom immediately picked them all up, and cradled them in his arms like they were his babies, chirping happily that some fragments of his beloved First Creation still existed.
The Justice League had faced gods before. They had faced reality-warpers, ancient cosmic entities, beings older than time itself. So when the Watchtower alarms screamed about an unknown energy signature larger than a solar flare appearing just outside Earth’s atmosphere, everyone assumed the worst.
Superman was first into the observation deck and froze. Floating in the void beyond the glass was a figure wreathed in green starlight. He looked humanoid but vast in a way that made the mind stumble. Space bent around him like a river around a rock. Nebulae swirled in his long white hair. Tiny stars blinked in the dark fabric of his cloak as though sewn from the night sky itself. His pale skin glowed a pale blue like floating ice. His glowing green eyes were fixed solely on Superman. Then on Supergirl. Then on Jon, who had been visiting the Watchtower that day.
The stranger made a sound, a tiny, broken gasp. “Oh,” he whispered and then he started crying.
Everyone tensed.
“League formation—” Batman barked.
Too late. The being vanished and reappeared in the center of the Watchtower. There was no boom, no flash, no warning—one second empty space, the next ancient power in the room.
Before anyone could react, he scooped up Superman, Supergirl, and Jon. All three Kryptonians were suddenly bundled into his arms in a crushing, glowing embrace.
Batman stared.
Wonder Woman blinked.
Green Lantern actually choked.
The being was openly sobbing. “My babies—” he cried, clutching them close. “My little star-born babies, you lived—some of you lived—”
Superman, pinned and bewildered, managed, “I’m sorry, what—?”
The being nuzzled the top of his head. “You smell like Krypton.”
Everything stopped. The room went dead silent.
Supergirl’s eyes widened. “How do you know Krypton?”
The being pulled back just enough to stare at her with wet, luminous eyes. “How do I know—?” His voice cracked. “Beloved, I made Krypton.”
Silence.
“…you what?” Hal Jordan asked.
The being sniffled, still refusing to release the Kryptonians. “I made Krypton,” he repeated softly, like it should be obvious. “It was my first planet.”
Nobody moved.
Nobody breathed.
Superman stared. “You’re saying…” he said slowly, carefully, “you created my homeworld?”
The being’s expression turned impossibly tender. “With my own hands,” he whispered.
Suddenly the observation deck vanished. No, it shifted. Stars exploded around them. Reality peeled back like a curtain. They stood now in open cosmos, yet somehow still breathed, still lived, suspended in a memory made manifest.
The being smiled shakily. “I remember every world I have ever shaped,” he said. “Every star ignited. Every asteroid spun. Every moon tucked into orbit.” He points to the him in the memory and they watched a being so old create a world.
Dust gathered in his palm. They watched as it swirled before it was compressed. A tiny planet formed there, spinning gently over his skin.
“My name is Phantom,” he said. “Ancient of Space. Creator of Worlds.”
The miniature planet dissolved into glittering cosmic dust.
“And Krypton…” His voice softened into something heartbreakingly fond. “Krypton was my first.”
He waved his hand and it showed a vision of a newborn world taking shape in darkness. Molten oceans cooling beneath crimson skies. Continents rising. The first rains. The first forests. The first creatures. The first people.
Phantom watched it all with tears in his eyes. “I spent so long on it,” he whispered. “I wanted it to be perfect. I was so proud when life first bloomed. I cried for a week when the first child was born beneath Rao’s light.”
Supergirl’s breath hitched. Superman looked like someone had struck him. Jon was in awe
“But after creation,” Phantom continued, voice trembling, “I could not interfere. None of us can. We make. We watch. We love from afar.”
The vision shifted and it showed Krypton but it was older, advanced, and unstable. There were cracks spreading through its core. There was fire and destruction and the planet was no more.
Phantom crumpled to his knees. “I watched it die,” he whispered. “And I thought-" he gasps, "-I thought all my little ones were gone.”
Jon’s face softened. “You mourned us?”
Phantom looked at him like the question itself hurt. “As every parent does when they loose a child.”
He reached out with trembling fingers and touched each of their faces with reverence. “You carry the scent of my first sunrise,” he whispered.
Superman broke. No one had ever spoken of Krypton like that. Not as a lost civilization. Not as a tragedy. But as something loved before it even existed. Superman’s eyes shone.
“You remember it all?” he asked quietly.
Phantom smiled through tears. “Every mountain ridge I carved. Every ocean trench. Every mineral vein beneath the crust. I remember where I placed each continent because I thought the shape looked nice from orbit.”
Hal muttered, “That is the most insane thing I’ve ever heard.”
Batman, somehow still functioning, narrowed his eyes. “If you are truly a creator-level cosmic entity, why reveal yourself now?”
Phantom’s expression softened. “Because I smelled Krypton.” He hugged the three Kryptonians closer. “I had resigned myself to grief.” His voice cracked again. “Then suddenly—there it was. My world. My first world. On living souls.”
Superman’s composure shattered completely. He wrapped his arms around Phantom. The Ancient of Space froze.
“You made my home,” Clark whispered.
“Yes.”
“You watched over it.”
“Yes.”
“You loved it.”
“With everything I have.”
Superman swallowed hard. “Then… thank you.”
Phantom made a soft, broken sound.
Batman pinched the bridge of his nose. “We are not dealing with this in the briefing room,” he muttered.
“No,” Diana said softly, smiling as she watched Phantom cradle the Kryptonians like hatchlings. “I believe we are witnessing a family reunion.”
Jon grinned. “Does this make him our space grandpa?”
Phantom gasped dramatically. “I am FAR too youthful and radiant to be a grandfather.”
“You’re ancient,” Batman said flatly.
Phantom sniffed. “Rude.”
And for the first time since Krypton died—
The one who made it was no longer mourning alone. Far above Earth, in the silent dark between stars, the creator of Krypton held the last children of his beloved first world close and wept tears of joy into their hair. His planet had not died completely. Some part of it had survived and he would treasure that miracle forever.
Bad Driver
AKA "Danny Fenton accidentally hits the Joker with the GAV during a livestream. It quickly becomes a Gotham meme." DCxDP prompt! TW: Brief description of vehicular assault.
Pro tip: Don't drive while on the phone. You could hit somebody.
Okay, so Danny does ghost-hunting livestreams (endorsed by FentonWorks) and tours the most haunted cities in America. Gotham happens to be in the Top 10 Cursed Cities of America, featured by youtubers like Buzzfeed Unsolved and Netflix true crime documentaries. Danny just... capitalizes on that a bit. He needs to make money, okay?? His "ghost hunting" is mostly debunking supposedly haunted places, doing side quests for ghosts with unfinished business, and interviewing interesting people.
Anyways. Gotham City is confusing. The streets make no sense, half of the city is blocked off due to the latest Rogue attacks, and he's pretty sure he saw an ambulance smash through a barricade with zero hesitation followed by several cop cars. Danny's livestream chat is blowing up, begging to see what just happened, and he's fumbling with the dashboard phone holder when several groups of people in clown masks start swarming the street. They're surrounding the truck, actually shooting at him, a couple swinging baseball bats and crowbars. He takes his eyes off the road for one second just to check whether the GAV has its shield deployed.
One second is all it takes. He feels more than hears the thunk of something particularly human-shaped hitting his front bumper. And his stomach drops. Heart-stopping panic grips him and all he can do is grip the steering wheel and drive forward. He can vaguely hear shouts all around the GAV but shock blurs everything together until he's frantically driving away. He somehow ends up in a quiet one-way street that looks half-abandoned. His livestream comments are a mess of what just happened?? and r u okay?? and, notably: WAS THAT THE FUCKING JOKER?!
As Gotham finds out, Daniel J Fenton did, in fact, commit a hit and run on the Joker. The GCPD dismissed a vehicular assault charge as the livestream showed Danny being shot at during the time of the assault; judges would absolutely categorize the case as self-defense. The Joker unfortunately didn't die. Also unfortunately, screenshots of the livestream got leaked and now Danny's absurdly baffled and horrified expression post-hitting the Joker is trending on Gotham News.
A new trend of "Get Ready With Me to Hit The Joker With My Car" circulates, much to Danny's utter horror and mortification. Gothamites adore Danny. There's something hilariously ironic and slightly endearing about some out-of-towner hitting the only person in Gotham that everybody agrees should be dead with their car. Unintentionally, too. Even the Bats begrudgingly can't even be mad about it. The situation for the kid was clearly traumatizing and horrific.
(Although once Danny learns what the Joker's done and why everybody's so viciously gleeful, he feels a little less bad.)
I like it when people commit to the bit
There’s MORE of this fucker??????
Green 💚💚💚💚✅✅✅✅🍀🍀🍀🍀buge part 1 👆
"The Intern"
An AU DPxDC concept where a cult summons attempts to summon the Ghost King; Pariah Dark. Only to be met with Danny in his human form.
Now, revealing that the new Ghost King is a halfa to a bunch of weirdos in robes is a bad idea. So when they inevitably ask who the hell he is, he comes up with a lie.
"Oh, I'm his intern. I think? Maybe secretary is a better word? You know what, it doesn't matter." His lie is unsure at first, but then he puts on his best customer service voice and tries again.
"Hello, I'm Danny and I'll be the one taking your call. Now before we start, can you give me your name and reason for summoning?"
I imagine that Danny is like ~18 in this, and is actually working some minimum-wage customer service job.
In addition, any magically sensitive heroes can tell he's somewhat undead, and somehow connected to the High King of the Infinite Realms.
The summoning happened right after his shift, and he's still in uniform.
The logical assumption, then, for the heroes, is that this poor kid died, bargained for his life back, and now is working multiple jobs to pay not only for normal stuff, but also paying back his debt for coming back.
Just imagining them all going "aw man the job market really sucks huh, imagine making all that effort to come back to life just to work multiple minimum wage jobs".
I was today years old when I learned that when you type "otp: true" in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship
Gamechanger
Here’s a cheatsheet of all the available hidden search functions. “-creators:[whatever]” is another exclusion that can be particularly useful.
DcxDp Convoluted Crack Prompt/Idea
At 19, Danny is an intern at the Watchtower. Hes no longer a hero himself, but helping the Watchtower helps him fulfill two aspects of himself; being a protector spirit, and his space obsession. Danny is the least nervous about interacting with the Justice League, so Danny is usually tasked with interacting with them if its needed, and has unintentionally wormed his way into a "little brother" role without realizing.
Okay, so technically there is one member of the Justice League he is nervous about interacting with; Martian Manhunter. To Danny, Martian Manhunter "smelled" like space, so he would light up and his core would sing whenever they talked. The same thing happened when Danny rarely interacted with Starfire, and- well almost any alien. The reason he didn't react to any of the supers that way was because they "smelled" more like Eather, enough so that Danny's core didn't registered them.
Unknowingly, though, from an outside point of veiw, it looked like Danny had a crush on the Martian. His face would flush pink, and he'd listen to everything J'onn would say with his full attention, while tripping over himself to do anything J'onn asked of him. To the rest of the Justice League, it would almost be cute- if the age difference wasn't so big, J'onn wasn't one of Danny's bosses, and if they didn't see Danny as their little brother. So now the Justice League is trying to think of how to go about talking Danny down from his crush, and about power imbalances without crossing any line, since, yaknow, they're also his bosses.
J'onn, meanwhile, thinks this whole thing is hilarious. He tries not to read his friends and coworkers minds, really, but when they go pale every time Danny approaches him, he needed to know why. While J'onn doesn't fully know what Danny is, or what a 'core' or 'obsession' was, he did know Danny was harmless. He also knew Danny had absolutely no interest in him like that, thankfully, Danny was just 'fed' by J'onn interacting with him, and he was happy to help since it was harmless. He would, however, watch his colleagues overthink and scramble for solutions that weren't needed. He wouldn't change how he interacted with Danny, he didn't want anyone thinking he was actually 'reciprocating Danny's crush' or something, but he would listen to them freak out. As a treat.
(based off of this post) Danny was fighting a lot in amity. There was always another opponent, another fight, another threat. He keeps getting stronger and he keeps building more power until suddenly he
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Now he's got a baby in his arms and no idea what to do. Frostbite said that this is normal, that Danny should have expected this. He's thrown a book about raising baby ghosts and sent on his way..... There's no real consideration on how being partially human might have affected her. It's terrifying
Danny ends up going to this meta friendly hospital a few towns over. They've treated him before under the table, and now he's 18. He can have a medical record without his parents knowing. There's protection and laws for people like him, they might be a bit flimsy but they exist
He mentions the lab accident and is suitably vague about it. He talks about how these beings consider him one of them, despite his human DNA. He tells them what he was told about their asexual reproduction and the book and they cobble together some form of a childcare plan. It's a lot of talking and guesswork and loose plans and uncertainties. Apparently improv is the real secret to parenthood.
Danny ends up emailing his chosen university about his change of circumstances. He's informed of their on-campus daycare and their recent hires experience with meta babies. It's a relief and a blessing and everything he needs.
He just wishes it wasn't in Gotham.
