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[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: What's this gala for?

Vlad: Something about poor people wanting things like water and heat.

Danny: Oh. How exactly does a party help get that done?

Vlad: Supposedly, the host does a pledge of cash donations in the middle of the night and guests try to show off how much money they have by how much they give. The host then uses that money for charity to fix the issues.

Danny: In other words only 15% of the funds actually make it to the people in need?

Vlad: Bingo.

Danny: Ugh, gross. Do we have to be here?

Vlad: Do you want to fit in as New Money? Then we have to be here. At least we aren't sharing the same airspace as the rest of the city people.

Danny: There is that.

Jason spying on them through the vents: *tapping communicator* This is RH. I've found the targets. So far, they seem like your run-of-the-mill privileged 1% who think they are above everyone else. Real pretentious asses but otherwise harmless.

Bruce: Keep on them. They're overnight wealth is suspicious as well as their too perfect backgrounds. They have to slip up sometime

Jason: you got it

Vlad and Danny having super hearing: *galnces at eachother*

Danny: Of course, Gotham has people in the walls.

Vlad: We got to get out of here, Litter Bager.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: Emergency sibling meeting in the kitchen!

Jazz: Wow, haven't heard that sentence since we all moved out from home.

Dan: It has been missed

Dani: What's going on Danny?

Danny: First of all I want to thank you for coming to the meeting, as per the charder of our organization, I have provided substance in the form of pizza and soda.

Dan already eating: Much obliged.

Danny: Second of all, I done goofed.

Jazz: How big of a goof?

Danny: So big they could make a triple movie comfy series out of it.

Dani horrified whisper: That's a big goof.

Jazz: Explain what happened.

Danny: Okay, so remember how Mom and Dad sent out that email about clearing some storage space, and we had to call dibs on their inventions before the others did?

Dan: Yeah, I got the Fenton Specto-Messager and the Fenton-auto Coffe maker.

Dani: You only got it because you were awake at 1 am like the unemployed bum you are.

Dan: I'm self-employed!

Danny: Anyway, I got the Fenton Ghost Catcher. I wanted to use it to split myself and catch up on work. I figured now that I'm older, I would have a better understanding of my psych so the spilt would be more balanced. I was right! The only problem was I was too right.

Jazz: What does that mean?

Danny: The split made two perfect copies of me, Phantom and Fenton, without one having different personalities. They went about thier own lives for a week and then when we reunite our memories mixed. It turns out I may have done a lot during that week.

Dan: What you do? A crime?

Danny: Fenton got married to a hero. Phantom got married to some random civilian.

Dan: Oh, shoot. You should have committed a crime instead. Please don't tell me Phantom did a Soul Marriage.

Danny sadly: He did.

Jazz: Whats a Soul Marriage?

Dani: You know the phrase "until death do us part"? That is voided in a Soul Marriage- life or death can't come between them. They become soulmates and meet in every life, no matter how many reincarnations there are. Also, they can have offspring regardless of thier gender and species.

Jazz: Whoa. So who are the lucky men?

Danny: Red Robin and Tim Drake.

Dani: Daaaaaannnmmm. I didn't know you had game.

Danny: I didn't either but apparently I do. To much of it! What am I going to do!?

Meanwhile in the Batcave:

Dick: What do you mean you married two different men!?

Tim: It doesn't count, because I married them a Civilian and Cape

Steph:

[alien-slushie]

DpxDc Crack Prompt

Phantom has part of the Justice League Collective for a while now, and its very, very, very obvious that the 25* year old Ghost had a crush on Batman.

Everyone in the Watchtower knew, it was obvious in the way he watched Batman in awe, or how his cheeks would glow green when Batman hummed at him with approval.

Flash directly asked him one day, expecting a shy admittance or hasty, embarassed denial, but Phantom was very straightforward when he said yes, he did find Batman very romantically appealing.

So yes, everyone knew, even Batman himself though he's never spoken a word on how he feels about the situation.

And yet, Phantom never shoot his shot. He never tried extra hard for pair ups with Batman, never flirted with him, or asked him out, never went out of his way to show off. Sure he was ghost, but courting rituals and flirting couldn't have been that different from normal human ones.

One day, after watching Phantom once again go green in the cheeks when Batman thanked him for turning in a report on time(high praise from Batman), Green Lanturn finally broke. He asked Phantom why, if he did like Batman, he didn't actively pursue him.

The look Phantom gave Green Lanturn made everyone feel like idiots, before Phantom slowly, as if explaining to a group to 3 year olds, that it was "Inappropriate to date ones boss or coworker of higher authority. It created a power imbalance, even if it was a minor one, and could lead to workplace hostility and tension should the relationship sour. Their jobs as heros was important, but they were all beings with irrational feelings and emotions, and they couldn't chance letting those feelings hinder their responsibilities." Yes Phantom liked Batman, and if they weren't coworkers he would more seriously pursue him, but Phantom takes his job very seriously, as does Batman, and nobody wants the compromised.

*Rather Danny is actually 25 or is older and just looks younger is up to you but he is aged up and that is non negotiable.

*Intended to be crack but can definately go crack-angst if you want

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: I don't like the look of this

Dan: Why?

Danny: Well, for one thing, you totaled the Specter Speeder, which Mom and Dad are going to kill you for, and two, the group of people surrounding our crash landing.

Dan: Oh yeah, I also feel uncomfortable with how much spandex they are wearing. Do you think we landed in a weird sex cult?

Danny: If we did, you have to protect me. They do weird things to virgins.

Dan: Ill set the Specter to self-destruct with us in it, if it come to it.

Danny: Thank you

Clark hearing everything they are saying: Okay guys we are all going to have to back up a bit. We're scaring the alien children.

Bruce: Children? There are children in there?

Hal: Yes. My ring confirmed it during the last scan. Looks like twins from the Infinite Realms, a sector really far from our galaxy. They are the equivalent of 14-

Bruce: EVERYONE, BACK THE HELL UP. THERE ARE SCARED CHILDREN IN THERE.

[cryptidstatusbreached]

#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#from a fic i never wrote#mother hen Bruce strikes again#Dan turns into a 14 year old when in human form since his body died then#Dan and Danny were on a joy ride#Crash land on Earth#The Justice League arrive to the scene of the crime

Clark refuses to say that the alien children called them a "sex cult" because of how they were dressed, because if any of their sidekicks hear that absolutely none of them will ever live this down even after the end of time

[hdgnj]

Dan and Danny hearing what Batman shouts about scared children probably both puff up in indignation. They are teens thank you very much. The fact they pop out of the wreck by going intangible just to glare at Bruce makes more than one hero grin. Especially the way one of the twins is slightly hidden behind the other.

[rosemaryhoney27]

The Only Choice part 2

Red Robin didn't answer immediately.

Instead, years of training took over.

Unknown meta.

Unknown technology.

Unknown energy signature.

Possible trap.

The young man in front of him looked about sixteen, but his suit was unlike anything Tim had ever seen. White boots hovered inches above the cracked concrete. Green light leaked from the seams of his gloves before fading again, as if he couldn't quite control it.

Most telling of all...

He looked terrified.

Not angry.

Not aggressive.

Terrified.

Tim slowly lowered his bo staff.

"...I'm not going to attack you."

The boy's eyes snapped to him.

"You... you're not?"

"No."

The relief that washed over the stranger's face was so profound that Tim's suspicion eased another notch.

"...What year is it?" the boy asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

Tim frowned.

"It's 2026."

The color drained from the boy's face.

"No..."

His knees buckled.

Tim caught him before he hit the ground.

The cave beneath Gotham was silent except for ragged breathing.

"It can't..." the boy muttered. "No... no, I was only..."

He stopped.

How long had he been inside?

The Ghost Zone had no clocks.

No sunrise.

No sunset.

No way to measure time.

Danny had counted at first.

Then he'd lost track.

He'd slept.

He'd woken.

He'd screamed until his throat hurt.

He'd eventually stopped screaming.

Had it really been years?

"...Jazz..."

The name came out broken.

Tim felt the teenager begin to shake.

Not from cold.

From grief.

"I'm Red Robin."

The white-haired boy blinked. No recognition of the name.

"...Danny."

"Just Danny?"

He hesitated.

"...Danny Fenton."

Tim committed the name to memory.

"Danny... do you know where you are?"

Danny slowly looked around.

Concrete.

Steel supports.

Old brick.

No green skies.

No floating islands.

No Ghost Zone.

"No."

"You're in Gotham."

Danny stared blankly.

"What's Gotham?"

Tim's stomach tightened.

He wasn't joking.

Back in the Batcave...

Bruce Wayne watched the security footage with narrowed eyes.

The green explosion replayed.

Again.

Again.

Again.

Alfred stood beside him.

"Your thoughts, sir?"

Bruce enlarged the image of Danny's face.

"He's scared."

"He appears rather young."

"He asked what year it was."

Bruce paused the footage on Danny's expression.

"I don't think he expected the answer."

Tim sat Danny on the medical cot inside one of the cave's examination rooms.

"I need to make sure you aren't injured."

Danny immediately tensed.

"No."

"It's just a medical exam."

"No."

"You look hurt."

"No!"

Danny had already backed himself into the corner of the room.

His breathing became quick.

Panicked.

His glowing eyes widened.

"No tables."

Tim blinked.

"...What?"

"No straps."

"Danny—"

"No cages!"

His voice cracked into a scream.

"I won't let them cut me open again!"

The room suddenly dropped twenty degrees.

Ice spread across the floor.

The lights flickered.

Every computer screen in the Batcave flashed green for half a second.

Bruce looked up from the main console.

"...Tim."

"I know."

Tim raised both hands.

"I'm not going to touch you."

Danny's entire body shook.

"You don't understand."

"Then help me understand."

"They're my parents."

Silence.

Tim had expected almost anything.

Government.

Scientists.

Alien.

Not...

"My parents built the table."

Tim felt his stomach twist.

Danny laughed.

It wasn't a happy sound.

"They thought I wasn't me anymore."

Bruce entered the room without the cowl.

No Batman.

Just Bruce Wayne.

He intentionally kept his hands visible.

"Hello."

Danny looked up.

"...You're old."

Tim snorted.

Bruce ignored him.

"I've been called worse."

Danny frowned.

"You aren't dressed like a hunter."

"Hunter?"

"The people who chase ghosts."

Bruce exchanged a glance with Tim.

"No."

Danny stared for several long seconds.

"...You smiled."

Bruce blinked.

"...Yes?"

"Hunters don't smile."

Something inside Bruce's chest ached.

Alfred quietly entered carrying a tray.

Tea.

Soup.

Bread.

Danny immediately stood.

"I'm sorry."

Alfred looked confused.

"...Whatever I broke."

"You haven't broken anything, Master Danny."

Danny froze.

Master.

Not specimen.

Not ghost.

Not monster.

Just...

Master Danny.

"I brought you something warm to eat."

Danny looked at the bowl as though it might disappear.

"For me?"

"Indeed."

"You... don't want anything?"

"I should certainly hope you intend to eat it."

Danny stared.

Then tears began rolling silently down his face.

"I don't understand."

Alfred gently placed the tray on the table.

"Understand what?"

"You keep... being nice."

The room fell painfully quiet.

Danny wiped at his face with the sleeve of his suit.

"I'm sorry."

Bruce's jaw tightened.

"What are you apologizing for?"

"For crying."

Tim looked away.

Alfred set a gentle hand on Danny's shoulder.

"You needn't apologize for that."

Danny flinched instinctively at the touch...

...but after a heartbeat...

He didn't pull away.

It was the first kind touch he'd felt in years.

He closed his eyes.

For just a moment, he let himself imagine it was Jazz's hand resting on his shoulder instead.

When he opened them again, the illusion was gone.

The tears returned.

In a voice so small that even he barely seemed to hear it, Danny whispered,

"I think... my sister would be old now."

Bruce, Tim, and Alfred exchanged silent looks.

None of them had the heart to tell him the truth.

If Danny had truly disappeared years ago...

Then unless time had somehow treated his sister differently...

She might not simply be old.

She might already be gone.

And judging by the haunted hope still clinging to Danny's voice...

He wasn't ready to lose her a second time.

Part 1 Part 3

[nightingale-prompts]

Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt

Warning: Blood and gore

There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.

Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.

The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.

Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.

The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.

The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.

The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.

Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.

The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.

There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.

It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.

Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.

To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.

As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.

"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."

The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.

Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.

"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.

"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.

Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.

This time the boy spoke differently.

"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.

The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.

Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.

Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-

"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.

He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.

He flinch as he pushed the thing away.

"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.

He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.

"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."

The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.

"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.

This was hell. This was his hell.

But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.

Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.

****

"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"

After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.

"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.

"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.

"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.

"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.

"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.

"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.

[meira-3919]

Okay, hear me out!! VLAD!

Vlad has always been able to do nasty things to satiate his obsessions and wants, he tried kidnapping and trapping Danny and Maddie. Hell, he cloned Danny and tortured him in the process! It is canon that he willingly risked earth in the finale in order to get what he wants. And he wants Maddie more than anything.

But he can't have her...not in the traditional way... but then here comes Danny.

Danny, who grows to look like his mom more and more everyday. He gets her height, her lithe form, her sarcasm, her smarts. Sometimes, Vlad thinks that with a few tweaks, Danny would be the spitting image of his mother. And Vlad gets more obsessed, fixated on that point. He reasons that it technically is Maddie since Danny has her DNA, then those tweaks come to mind again. What if he just did this, a slight hair cut and a dye job, and he'd have Maddie's hair! Then it escalates. It escalates until there is little left of Danny.

[lolottes]

ok when you mentioned Vlad an idea came to me but not at all the same as yours:

Vlad cloned Danny again but this time the clone is screwed up in a new way: his body is functional, he clearly lives/ n It's not an empty envelope (like what will be given to Dan) but his personality.... is problematic. But Vlad doesn't care about that, no the problem for Vlad is that his new Danny can't seem to transform into a ghost form, even though they have access to these powers without much problem, he is stuck in human form.

Vlad tries to correct this. with scalpels and other unethical experiments but continues to call the clone by sweet name as well as Danny

thus the Danny clone assimilated that: Vlad behavior is normal behavior to have.

when the real Danny saves him by punching Vlad and giving poorly worded advice then letting him go explore the world like he did for Dani...

New Danny then integrates that it is normal to take revenge if he is harmed and that as Danny he must in some way save people... but his sense of normality is more than messed up and the absence of guidance he ended up being the killer killer who relaxes in Gotham, enjoying the latter's atmosphere and its ghostly nature so as not to have eaten.

ho and he apparently got the Fenton luck as a bonus which means he doesn't really hunt, he just waits for trouble by vibrating quietly in his corners

[nightingale-prompts]

Thats so creepy. I love him already.

I'm going to call him Davey.

Little guy has probably never been on his own and trying to do what feels natural to him. Which would be waiting for someone like Vlad to tell him what to do.

In a twisted way, he loves Vlad but only because Vald is all he knows. He unintentionally attracts adults like Vlad who hurt kids because he feels at home there. When bad people lure him in they call him with sweet words and praise that remind him of his creator. He plays with them until they are all used up and dead because he's a child who doesn't really understand what he's doing.

He likely followed Bruce because he smelled like dead children (Jason and Damian) and thought he found someone new to play with. But Bruce doesn't try to kill him, or hurt him. He didn't even try to physically touch him. All of this is new and weird.

He also becomes an Ipad kid later.

[ajreads2much]

He also becomes an Ipad kid later.

Now all I can imagine is him doing all those weird poses that kids do when they're playing with their iPads. I don't want him to be one of those gross smelly sticky kids that smear everything they have on their hands on the screens 😭

Also what are the reactions of the batkids to Davey?! Like are they weirded out? Some of them are definitely concerned and curious. But what about Damian and Jason(the aforementioned dead children) are they hostile, ready to brawl like the other ghosts with Danny, or are they just wary of him being another loa spy?

Kinda wanna see Dani and Danny's reaction to Davey tho. Like Danny fully thought that he's just going to travel around the world like Dani and he did travel but with the additional adventure of tormenting child murderers/abusers/rapists(I love Davey for that! Good for him!!).

Would Danny blame himself for leaving Davey and letting him go and assuming that he'll be like Dani and then Dani finds out that she got another clone brother but this one is a little more unhinged and wouldn't hesitate on tormenting criminals to their deaths. What would their meeting be like? Is it angsty, fluffy, a perfect mix of both or just a plain mess? Idk...

[nightingale-prompts]

Bringing back another black-haired and blue-eyed boy was met with a round of sighs but acceptance.

Little Davey looked only a few years younger than Damian. 12 years old at the most. The boy was pale, slightly gaunt, with large eyes and matted black hair.

Davey was strange. He didn't understand social cues or how to exist in public. He knew next to nothing about how the world works or how to stay safe. Cars were familiar enough but only because he would be dragged into them or put in the trunk. He was very excited when he was allowed to touch the buttons.

Damian wasn't ready to be an older brother especially not to something like that thing. Davey felt wrong to Damian. Something that shouldn't exist.

Damian was proved right when the boy looked him right in the eyes and said.

"Play with me." He pulled Damian's drawn sword to his neck. "Cut me open!"

Bruce snatched Davey back from the blade and told Damian to put it away. Davey was forbidden from entering the Batcave and any dangerous items.

Damian was freaked out. Davey was too mentally disturbed to be here. However, the revenant is fond of his older brother and follows him around and begs him to play. Damian has to try pawning him off on the others but Davey is like glue.

Then there was food.

Davey didn't understand food. He had been fed a mostly liquid diet for his short life by Vlad. The liquid was made from nutrients and ectoplasm. After escaping Davey didn't know what food looked like. When strangers came up to him offering candy he took it. So he learned that candy was also food. But that wasn't enough to make him full, so he resorted to the closest form of ectoplasm he could find. Human blood. He learned that he could drink it for sustenance.

Feeding Davey for the first time was...sad. He was like a toddler learning what different flavors were. Sour, salty, and savory. All so new a wonderful.

Tim let him him have a sip of soda and Davey was hooked.

Tim is also banned from giving food to Davey after letting him try coffee and making him sick.

Stephanie is also banned after giving him spicy chips. Mostly because of Davey's need to harm himself caused him to eat himself sick.

Davey's issues are more than concerning. Dick was supposed to watch him while Bruce was investigating the last suicide linked to Davey. Davey didn't know how to talk to someone not trying to kill him. But Dick felt like him. The blood on his hands was the same as his. But the lingering scent of another pulled Davey elsewhere.

The other revenant.

One that felt a similar drive.

Bruce debated if Jason should meet Davey. It could help them both but it could easily make them worse. Davey was impressionable, to say the least, and Jason didn't need to bring someone else on his crusade.

Jason wouldn't use Davey like that but Davey would surely agree to it.

But Davey wasn't like Jason. He didn't kill. He gets killed. He lets himself be tortured until he drives others insane. Jason could never use him to kill the Joker. In fact, the clown must never know of Davey's powers or Davey might find his eternal playmate.

But it doesn't change that Jason and Davey will meet.

"Yeah, he's coming with me," Jason said picking up the boy under one arm.

"You can't just take him!" Dick yelled

"Do you guys think you can control him? That he'll stop wandering around looking for more targets. He can't and he won't. It's a part of him. At least I can get to his targets before they can kill him first. If he can sniff out any predator then he can use his powers for good." Jason said .

"He's not like us. He's a child and mentally he isn't ready for the outside world yet. I love you but I can't let you drag him into your mess." Dick said.

"And what? Fix him? He is a revenant and he's going to seek out his obsession. In a place like Gotham, he will find another target. He needs it." Jason barked.

There is no clear answer. They could try to preserve any innocence Davey had left but that same innocence led him to being tortured. They could also tell him what he's actually doing and he'll then do it on purpose knowingly killing others. What was better for him mentally because they all knew by this point Davey would strike again? It's his nature.

The only answer they had right now was finding where Davey died originally and calming his spirit. If they could find his original killer or make a grave for him then he'd settle.

Constantine was firm that Davey couldn't leave even if they calmed his soul. His life and death were too traumatic for him to disappear.

On the other side of the country, Danny had a bad feeling. He knew he should leave his clones to themselves and wait for them to come home on their own but his most recent clone brother bothered him. He wasn't like Elle at all. He was...odd. Danny decided not to worry too much since the clone was stable.

But then Vlad talked non-stop about losing his "precious boy". The word made him feel sick. Then there was the first death. Some offender that lived on the outskirts of town ended their life. The only reason anyone talked about it was the state he was found in. Blood was everywhere more blood than a single human body had and unknown chunks of meat scattered the ground.

Danny brushed it off but more started happening and they led a bloody trail.

Of course, Danny knew something was up. This all lined up perfectly with the clone's escape. But at the same time, all the victims were serial child murderers. It was hard to feel bad about it. He had found his obsession and it was such a bad one.

But Danny was still worried. A bit of investigation wouldn't hurt.

(This all came out as a stream of consciousness)

[lolottes]

ok, several ideas that I don't yet know how to organize:

*Danny can't really leave his town but on the other hand Dani is already traveling. Dani takes finding the new clone/cousin as a part of "Where's Waldo?" life size

*Davey is a sort of lightning rod for getting kidnapped (literally next to a Wayne in public, at a gala etc) or other crime (found by chance in the middle of a shootout when lost at the mall, random assault, wandering by chance in a place trapped by bombs while walking, hostage situation ect)

*he's also incredibly easy to lose, even with all the bat concentration . This ultimately adds to his supernatural abilities

*luckily for the batfam it is also ok to wear trackers H24 (Davey doesn't know what a tracker is but doesn't care enough to ask)

*Davey releases interference when he uses his ghost abilities, usually his regeneration. The batfam quickly learns to rush to its location when it happens

* The first time Davey sees dialysis he seems to become extremely happy then jealous: Davey associates dialysis= "game" with Vlad or just after a session. He thinks they "played" without him >:( not fair

*Dani finally shows up and checks on Davey quickly and thanks his adoptive family and plans to leave as well. The batfam interrupts her in her lightning thanks to ask her who she is, she replies: uh, sister or cousin I guess? then turns to Davey waiting for his opinion

*giving a name to a supernatural entity seals a sort of contract between the entity and the person who gives this name if the entity accepts this name (fae rule). By giving him the name Davey the Wayne family tied Davey into a bond that neither party is aware of and therefore defined. Constantine groaned upon hearing this.

*Davey can see the weak but vengeful ghosts of children, that's how he knew the name of the first victim in the first post. Mayba Danny/Dani/Vlad can not do that

*Davey gets along surprisingly well with street children. Subconsciously the children know that they are safe with him because if anything bad happens it will ALWAYS fall on Davey

[nightingale-prompts]

*some interactions for Davey*

Duke:*eating a sandwich*

Davey: *staring*

Duke: Do you need something?

Davey: I see dead people.

Duke:....cool....me too.

***

Damian:*trying to stab Tim*

Davey: *thowing a tantrum* That should be me!

***

Bruce:*walking Davey on a child leash*

Davey:*Phases through it and walkings towards a dark alley*

***

Joker:*pushing him away with a stick* Get away you little freak! Im not your friend!

Davey: *covered in blood, on his 15th death of the day, and getting in Joker's way constantly* Again! Let's play again!

***

Tim: You only escape when you're bored. Alright, say goodbye to your attention span.

*hands Davey an Ipad playing Cocomelon*

***

Davey: *climbs bookcase* Dick watch this!

Dick: Im looking buddy.

Davey:*jumps off, breaks his neck and dies*

Dick:*New trauma acquired*

***

Stephanie: Who gave you Cocomelon?

Davey: ...

Stephanie: We are a Ms.Rachael household young man. Is he trying to stunt your speech and attention span? Don't worry, your big sister will save you.

***

Barbara: What are you doing with my makeup?

Davey: Making Cass pretty!

Barbara: Ve these aren't toys. You-

Cassie: *wearing a look so sharp peak Marilyn Monroe would gasp*

Berbara: Me next.

***

Jason: How many times am I going to find you after you get kidnapped?

Davey:*covered in his own blood again* I got hit with a crowbar this time. Then they tried to burn the evidence.

Jason: *Pissed* Oh? Then let's return the favor.

***

Elle: Are you...happy? Can you even feel happy? Can you tell the difference?

Davey: ???

Elle: Do you want to stay here?

Davey: Yeah!

***

Bruce: *startled awake*

Davey: *big green glowing eyes staring at him in the dark* I want juice.

***

Damian: You shouldn't eat meat. How do you think they feel to be killed and eaten?

Davey: Really? They are so lucky. Dam? Can you eat me next time?

Damian: No.

***

Dick: What do you do if an adult offers you candy?

Davey: Eat it.

Dick: No. You say no and run away from them then tell an adult.

Davey: Like a cop? Literally like that guy with blonde hair from your job?

Dick: Yes, just like him.

Davey: But he strangles street ladies and kitties. They told me.

Dick:...hold on buddy. I need to make some calls real quick. Don't turn on the news for a while.

***

Danny: Why is my clone on TV? At a gala? WITH THE WAYNES?

Tucker: Damn, he's living better then you.

***

[rangiwiwiwi]

just hide this here

[nightingale-prompts]

You're NOT hiding this. Not from me, not if it's you.

[greenglowinspooks]

The way that I’m brainrotting over a DCxDP crossover with a Danny who’s a vengeful villain rn

Like, let’s just say that the GiW finally get into contact with the JL. They need help neutralizing a threat, you see, and they’re on their last limb trying to keep civilians safe.

They have video evidence! They have studies to back their claims! The JL have to help them!

Unfortunately, the JL believe them. They join a fight against Danny, and defeat him due to being far more experienced than he is. Danny is locked away and experimented on by the GiW.

That would CHANGE a person. Your heroes turning against you and seeing you as a monster, being experimented on for who knows how long, not knowing if your friends and family are safe.

Danny gets out due to a simple mistake on the GiW’s part; having Blüdhaven as part of their transport route.

Of course the trucks were attacked, they’re government property!

So now, whoever decided to raid the government transport trucks (the Penguin or something) has a ton of experimental weapons with no idea how they work, and a heavily traumatized teenager.

Danny knows how they work. Danny can be useful! They won’t throw him out if he’s useful! And so, now Danny is working for the Penguin, altering the ectoplasm weapons to make them work on humans.

It’s a good deal for both parties. Danny gets to neurotically imprint on the Penguin like a small baby animal, and the Penguin gets a brilliant mind who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

But eventually, Danny finds out what happened to his family in his absence.

Jazz is in Arkham. Not as a psychologist, but as a “patient.” Apparently, she snapped and completely destroyed the house, leveled a few blocks of Amity Park, and conducted organized attacks on government bases (mostly GiW) for months.

Sam and Tucker helped her, eventually splitting once Jazz was captured. Sam travels to areas of extreme pollution, completely overgrowing them with her plant powers. Currently she’s in the Amazon rainforest, engaging in an ongoing feud with logging companies. Sam is winning.

Tucker faked his death, and Danny has no idea where he is. He only knows that the death wasn’t real because of a code that the three of them made together, just in case.

Ellie’s trapped in the Infinite Realms. Danny had a failsafe in place so that if she was ever cornered by the GiW, she would be sent to her haunt in the GZ. However, with the portal destroyed, she can’t come back. Danny just hopes she’s okay.

His parents are now top GiW scientists. They’re traveling the country giving speeches. They’re working on a battery powered by ectoplasm, but apparently started “having difficulties” around the same time that Danny escaped.

None of it is fair. None of it is right.

The Justice League destroyed his life, the lives of his friends, and they’re doing as good as ever. The GiW is respected, and his parents are happily working away for them.

Danny takes up some of his more experimental weapons and breaks Jazz out of Arkham. She’s a little different now, colder and more quiet, but she still loves him all the same. It’s an unimaginable comfort to him to see his sister again.

He can’t use his powers anymore. He’s so used to associating them with pain that even transforming into his ghost form is enough to take him down for hours.

However, he understands ectoplasm more than anyone else in the world. He knows how to use it in virtually everything; how it can become a weapon, how it can be used as a supplemental ingredient in poisons and nerve agents, how it can twist and distort the mind if applied correctly.

He doesn’t care what happens to him. He’s going to take down the GiW, and destroy the lives of the JL members who helped lock him away, just as they did to him.

No matter the cost.

[orbitalpython]

I've just realized something the others haven't TIME FOR NEW CHARACTER DESIGNS

Here's my thought for them

Danny:

Linkin Park shirt

Baggy combat pants

overgrown hair

crocs with socks on

long hair with white streaks

Slightly taller

Jazz:

tired look

gray jacket

navy blue jeans

carrying guns

Sam:

More nature looking

sharp claw like hands

branches growing on her back

Tucker:

long hair with gold mixed in

more ancient Egyptian style clothing

Modified PDA embedded into arm (Cyborg inspired)

Khopesh on waist

Dani(some Reblogs include her so will I):

Taller

long flowing hair

more green tinged skin

Royal outfit

crown to large so it just rests on her shoulders

Danny Re- Phantomed:

Taller than Dan's ghost form

long flowing hair

claw like hands

large muscular body (like Doom guy/Doom slayer)

moar powers

DAMN BOI HE THICC

[papayafromtv]

scenarios Alfred Pennyworth has to be a witness to as a resident of Wayne Manor that the batkids have absolutely no shame in front of whatsoever part 24 (masterpost here)

*Alfred setting dinner down for the kids*

Damian: thank you, Pennyworth. so will Father not be joining us?

Alfred: you father is working late at Wayne Enterprises tonight i’m afraid, he’s asked that Master Dick step in for him as Batman in the likely case that he not make it home in time for patrol.

Dick: if he’s not here then can we play Bat-Quotes?

Duke, instantly: YES. yes, yes, a thousand times yes,

Tim: also agreed, if B isn’t here then we have to.

*all the kids look to Jason expectantly*

Jason: …i shouldn’t have come up with that game.

Alfred, mild: oh dear, this isn’t a dangerous game, i hope? my dishware won’t be in danger?

Dick, snickering: no no, don’t worry Alfie. the game’s only dangerous to Jason.

Damian, smug: yes, meanwhile for us it is, in fact, a completely consequenceless endeavour.

Jason: …i really should not have come up with that game.

the batkids, chanting at Jason: Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes, Bat-Quotes-

Jason: i- *wheeze* OK- ALRIGHT, we can play a round or two, oh my god, i hope you’re happy,

*cheering and clapping*

Alfred: *warily raises an eyebrow*

Jason, bringing out his phone and sighing theatrically: alright, alright, everybody welcome back to Bat-Quotes; a horrible game that puts my social life in danger on a regular basis. i hate that i came up with it, and i hate that you all like it, but here we are.

Alfred: and what is the nature of this game, if i may ask?

Dick, gleefully: Jason keeps a list of quotes that people associated with our bat-lives have said. he reads them out, we have to guess who it was that said it, and if we- *wheeze* if we get one right—*laughing* Jason tell him what happens if we get one right,

Jason, looking very begrudging: well, as you know, the Red Hood has become a big enough and regular enough ally of the Justice League that i’ve been added to the main JL group chat. so if- *wheeze* *regretfully* if somebody correctly labels the person who says a quote, then i have to say that quote as myself in the official Justice League group chat, with no explanation, and no matter the reaction i can never explain it.

Steph, grinning maniacally: to further explain to you the genius consequences of this game, Alfie, let me tell you the last time we played Bat-Quotes; where Duke got the best slam-dunk i have ever seen on the quote of- *laughs* what was it, Jason?

Jason, looking at his phone: uh- so last time we had the quote ‘i think i would fuck a plant if i had the free time, it’s just that i’ve always had an unnatural fear of stinging nettles stinging the inside of my ass somehow, so i think that i’d be a little bit paranoid about it at first.’

Dick: *wheezes, smacking the table-top*

Tim, also crying: GOD i forgot,

Jason: yeah—Duke came in with the guess of Harley Quinn, which was correct, so i had to- *wheeze* with no context,

Cass, shark-like: and you had a reaction, right?

Jason: yeah, so because of that i had Uncle Clark call me, because he thought that i was speaking in some kind of code to let them know i was in danger. and i had to fucking be like. ‘no i was just sharing my thoughts on the matter’ and he didn’t speak to me directly for like a week.

Duke: *cackles* BEST ACHIEVEMENT OF MY LIFE,

Jason: yeah- you’ll also all be happy to know that Bruce DM’ed me after that to say the simple sentence of ‘do you fucking know how hard i advocated for you to be on this team?’

Dick: *almost falls off his chair* *struggling to breathe* i love this game so much.

Jason, dryly: yeah i’m sure it’s real fuckin’ fun for you guys.

Alfred:

Alfred: dear lord.

Jason: yeah exactly Alfie, Dear Fucking Lord.

Steph: hush up and play the game with us, coward.

Jason: *sighs* alright, let me- let me pick one.

*waiting*

Jason: alright- fuck. alright. here we go. and- AND LET ME BE CLEAR. you cannot each give your own separate answer, that’s fucking unfair, you can’t have six whole chances of getting it right. you have to choose one.

Damian: just say the quote.

Jason: *sigh* ok, number one. ‘if i tell you that i don’t currently remember which colours you mix to make purple, are you gonna make fun of me?’

Alfred: *squints*

the rest of the batkids: *intense focus*

Steph: oh, see that’s a hard one.

Duke: my instinctual reaction is one of the rogues. they spout a lot of shit when they’re beaten half into the ground, you know? all delirious n’ shit?

Dick: Riddler…? maybe…?

Cass: sounds like somebody drugged.

Damian: Cain is right, if it’s a rogue then it’s more likely to be Scarecrow high on his own gas.

Tim: no, no, i don’t think it’s a rogue. i wanna say… Steph?

Steph: excuse me?!?! i did not-

Tim, defensive: YOU SAY A LOT OF WEIRD SHIT WHILE DRUNK! we have to be logical about this; Jason objectively spends more time laughing at things we say while hammered than he does sticking around after fights to listen to rogues rambling. and your favourite colour is purple!

*consideration*

Dick: ‘s got a point. this is about being right, Steph. we have to put pride aside.

Cass: agreed.

Steph: i would not say that shit!

Duke: i dunno, one time i watched you google how to boil an egg.

Steph:

Steph, begrudging: fine, whatever.

Jason: final answer?

Tim: Steph.

Jason: ok, well in that case that’s one of the biggest flops i’ve ever seen, because Tim that was you,

Steph: HA.

Tim: ?! WHAT?

Jason, smugly: you, about seven months back, high on cold medicine, when you were bed bound. and- and you actually said it to Steph, so that’s a double failure really.

Tim: FUCK.

Dick: please tell me you have more, that can’t be it.

Jason: i’ll give- ok, i’ll give you two more chances, and then i’m banning this game for the next month at LEAST for my own safety.

Cass: deal, give.

Jason: ok, ready? this one’s one of my favourites, actually.

Jason: ‘is it just me, or are Nightwing and Batman kinda gay for each other’.

Duke: *instant wheeze*

Steph and Tim: *loud cackles*

Dick, offended: HELLO?!?!

Jason, proudly: come on, what do you think?

Dick: WHAT THE FUCK, THAT’S MY DAD.

Damian, snickering: no, no, this is good. it narrows it down, it proves that the answer is somebody who doesn’t know our identities. it has to be a rogue.

Duke: i dunno if he’d repeat answers so soon but it does sound like something Harley would say, not gonna lie.

Steph, still laughing: you guys are talking like all of us wouldn’t yell this shit from the rooftops just to piss Dick off. i’d pin this on Babs taking the mick over comms.

Tim: no, Damian- *wheeze* Damian has a point. if it were Barbara over comms then she would have said Dick and Bruce, not Nightwing and Batman. i feel like this was said out in public, around other people.

Dick: surely i would remember if one of you had said it.

Tim: i dunno. i’m kinda worried it’s me again.

Damian: *wheeze* it’s all- it’s all just Drake.

Steph: is there a chance it could have been- like, the titans or something? this sounds like a joke Gar would make.

Tim: oh, maybe, that’s genius,

Duke: i don’t know the titans well enough to make that kind of call, so i’ll go with whatever you guys say.

Dick: …*intense squinting at the table*

Cass: what do you think?

Dick: …i’m just trying to remember- Selina’s made a few jokes about her third-wheeling us before, and i’m trying to remember if this could have been her.

Tim: i feel like Steph is right, i think it’s more likely to be a titan.

Damian: honestly, the most likely scenario is that it was Jason. is that an option?

*the kids all turn to stare at Jason*

Jason, shrugging: you can use your one guess for me if you want.

Steph, instantly: oh- fuck off, you can’t do that. you have to at least tell us if it’s possible that you’re the original quoter.

Jason, laughing: alright, alright—none of them are me.

Dick: then- ok yeah, i’m with Duke, you guys take this one. i don’t know.

Tim: ok, we’ll say Beast Boy then.

*a beat*

Jason: *incorrect buzzer sound*

Tim: DAMMIT.

Jason: that one was actually Antonio, one of my main subordinates in the alley.

Duke: FUCK OFF-

Steph: THAT’S SO CHEATING!

Jason: *cackles evily*

Dick: -SO unfair, how the fuck are we supposed to know the names of your men?!!

Jason: no no, this is fair, and for the record i would have accepted ‘a Red Hood goon’ as a correct answer, i’m not a monster. y’all are thinkin’ about people you know; gotta think about people i know.

Tim: -shut up and give us the final one.

Jason: ok touchy! well this one—this one i think is the worst one for me to put in the chat, so. i’m not really happy about this.

Cass: give it to us.

Jason: …’i saw a bird fly into the wing-mirror of the Batmobile, and ever since i’ve just been feeling kind of depressed. is anyone available for a hug?’

Dick: *noise of awe*

Tim: …shit i really want him to say this to the Justice League.

Duke: guys we need to lock in. we need to get this one. who would say this that spends time around the Batmobile?

Steph: and who would actively ask for physical comfort?

Cass: Dick likes hugs.

Dick, intensely thinking: ….it does kinda sound like me…

Tim: do you remember ever watching a bird fly into the window?!

Dick: no that’s what- i’m trying to think, i can’t remember!

Duke: Dami, do we think it could have been you?

Damian, flat: is that a genuine question.

Duke: no- i know, i know it doesn’t sound like you, but the bird thing tracks. and like- we’ve all been high on pain meds during various points in our lives. we get clingy, it happens!

Damian, shaking his head: if it was me i don’t remember it.

Tim: i don’t think Damian would ask for anybody to hug him. when he gets high he beelines for B, Dick and Jay. he’s specific about it. this is somebody who just likes physical comfort point blank.

Dick, considering: can i suggest… Bruce?

Steph: there is no fucking way we wouldn’t remember that. we’d have the recording. i keep going back to Dick, i feel like it’s him,

Dick: same but i also think i’d remember watching a bird hit the window-!

Damian, leaning back in his seat, tonguing his cheek: hmm.

Cass: Damian, you have an idea?

Damian, hesitant: hm.

Jason: i want a final answer.

*silence*

Damian: can i…?

*a beat*

Damian: Jon Kent…?

Tim: ooo,

*silence, all attention on Jason*

*waiting*

Alfred: *takes a sip of wine*

Jason, with feeling: ffffuck.

Damian: SERIOUSLY?

Jason, again: FUCK.

*instant uproar, batkids celebrating*

Jason: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS TO ME-

Damian: THERE’S NO WAY,

Steph: I’M SO HAPPY,

Jason: I DON’T WANNA- YOU GUYS DON’T UNDERSTAND-

Dick: DUDE- JASON- WONDER WOMAN IS IN THAT CHAT,

Duke: *falls off his chair*

Jason: I DON’T WANNA DO IT-!

Damian, deadly serious: you have to- i won fair and square, you have to.

Jason: *glances at his phone, pensive*

Tim: *wheezes* that’s such a bad one-!

Jason, dramatically throwing himself down in his seat: I DON’T WANNA DO IT.

Steph: *evil cackling*

Cass: i’ll do it for you if you want-

Jason, snatching his phone away from her: don’t you dare- THIS IS THE WORST FUCKING GAME WE HAVE EVER COME UP WITH!

Damian: you have to do it.

Jason, wailing: i KNOW,

Dick: *wheezes* this is the best day of my life,

Duke, incredibly happy: dude- you know Bruce is gonna see that in the chat, right? he’s gonna be so worried.

Dick, wheezing: and you can never explain-!

Jason, grumpy: god fucking- *angrily typing at phone*

Steph: Dick you’re in the chat too, right? check he actually does it.

Dick, pulling out his phone: he has- *wheeze* word for word, it’s there.

Jason: i’m so mad- Damian you weren’t even there when he said it.

Tim, wiping tears from his eyes: when the fuck did he say it?!

Jason, annoyed: he said it on the Watchtower while Clark was working really late and he was over-tired, and me, him, Kon, and Roy somehow ended up in the rec room with him watching fucking Marley and Me at three in the morning, and i guess he got sad!

Dick: oh my- aw, oh my god, he got a hug, right?

Jason: yeah actually- Kon opened up his arms and Jon walked right past him and into mine, and Roy laughed so hard he had to leave the room.

Steph: god that was- Damian that was SUCH a god-tier move.

Damian, dryly: my best friend, ladies and gentlemen.

Dick: *wheezes again*

Jason: i’m putting my phone on mute, fuck you guys. worst game ever.

Steph, wetly: best game ever.

~forty minutes later, as the kids clean up the kitchen from dinner~

Jason, walking back in from the bathroom: i hope you’re all happy, because i just got a text from Uncle Clark that says ‘i want you to know i’m always here for you if you need a shoulder to lean on’.

Dick: *wheezes, falls into Cass, who has to hold him up* oh my god, Uncle Clark is my favourite person on this fuckin’ planet,

Jason, holding up a finger, reading from his phone: wait for it, because the Flash has responded to me in the actual chat, and he has said, ‘i’m so sorry you’re feeling like that Hood, i know what it’s like.’ to which Diana put, ‘depression is a battle that we all struggle with at some point, it’s brave of you both to speak up.’ and then Barry put, ‘i mean yeah, but i meant i knew what it felt like to run into the Batmobile wing-mirror at full speed’.

the batkids: *burst out laughing*

Jason, bowing begrudgingly: you’re welcome, you all better be fucking satisfied.

Damian, hanging onto Tim for balance: victory tastes so sweet-!

Alfred, from the other end of the kitchen, face flat: i hope you all know that i will be the one that Master Bruce comes to for advice when he thinks his son is depressed.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Mother's Love, Grief, and Fury Part 1

Maddeline Fenton was a lot of things.

She was a scientist—brilliant, obsessive, the kind of mind that chased answers down dark corridors and didn’t look back. She was a doctor, a ninth-degree black belt, a weapons expert, an inventor whose blueprints scared government agencies and impressed them in equal measure. She was a sister. A wife.

But most importantly—most fiercely—she was a mother.

She wasn’t a good mother, not by the storybook definition. She missed recitals. Forgot appointments. Let experiments run long into the night while her kids learned how to reheat leftovers on their own. She loved her work, and sometimes she loved it too loudly, too completely.

But she loved her children.

That part had never been in doubt.

So when Danny came to her—hands shaking, eyes too old for his face—and told her the truth, Maddie’s world cracked straight down the middle.

He didn’t shout it. Didn’t dramatize it. He just said it, quiet and careful, like he was afraid the words themselves might break something fragile.

“I’m Phantom.” Then he transformed right in front of her, his black hair white, his blue eyes green.

For one terrible heartbeat, Maddeline Fenton forgot how to breathe.

Phantom.

The word she had built her life around hunting.

The word etched into schematics and containment protocols and weapons calibrated to kill.

Her inventions.

Her traps.

Her guns.

All designed to destroy ghosts.

All designed to destroy him.

How had she not seen it? How could she not recognize her own baby's face? He wasn't even hiding it very well.

Danny Fenton. Danny Phantom.

His damn name was a pun; it was exactly the kind of stupid thing her son would do.

and she had been too blind by her prejudice to see the pain she was causing her son.

The realization hit harder than any blow she’d ever taken. Harder than Vlad’s betrayal. Harder than the accident that had changed everything.

Her baby—her Danny—had died in that lab.

And she hadn’t even known it.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t faint. Maddeline Fenton was not the kind of woman who collapsed when the universe turned cruel. Instead, she went very, very still, like a predator calculating the shape of a threat.

Danny kept talking. He had to—she could see it in him, the desperate need to explain, to justify his own existence.

He told her how it felt. How it hurt. How scared he’d been. How he’d fought so hard to protect people who would hunt him if they knew.

How she would have hunted him. How she DID hunt him.

That was the part that broke her.

Because she saw it then—not a monster, not an enemy—but her son, carrying the weight of her mistakes on his shoulders and still trying to be kind.

Accepting it was not easy.

Grief came first. Sharp and choking and relentless. Grief for the human boy who had laughed too loud and tripped over his own feet. Grief for the childhood she had failed to protect. Grief for the realization that her hands—her hands—had nearly destroyed one of the people she loved most.

Anger followed close behind.

Hot. Focused. Righteous.

And when Danny finally told them about Vlad—about the attacks, the manipulation, the way he kept targeting Danny like he was prey—something in Maddie snapped cleanly into place.

Because grief might hollow you out.

But anger?

Anger gave you direction.

“Vlad Masters,” Maddie said softly, the name tasting like poison.

She stood straighter then, shoulders squaring, eyes sharp with a clarity that made even Jack pause. This wasn’t the wild enthusiasm of a scientist chasing a breakthrough. This was the calm, deadly focus of a mother whose child had been hurt.

“Let me get this straight,” she continued, voice level and terrifyingly controlled. “A grown man. With resources. With experience. Has decided to repeatedly attack my son.”

Danny flinched. “Mom, I—”

She held up a hand, cutting him off without looking away.

“My inventions hurt you,” she said. No denial. No excuse. Just truth. “And that is something I will carry with me for the rest of my life.”

Then her jaw tightened.

“But he chose to do it on purpose.”

Maddeline Fenton did not hate easily. Hate was messy. Inefficient.

What she felt for Vlad was something far colder.

Who the hell did he think he was?

Attacking her baby.

She moved toward the lab—not to power up weapons blindly, but to dismantle, recalibrate, fix. Her tech would change. Her protocols would change. Her priorities already had.

Danny was not a mistake.

He was not a monster.

He was her son.

And whatever he had become, whatever he was now—human, ghost, something in between—Maddeline Fenton would protect him with everything she had.

God help anyone who tried to take that away from her.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Daddy's Girl part 1

Let Go of My Daughter

The battle had been brutal. Debris lay scattered across the ruined street, buildings groaning from the damage, smoke rising from the craters left by the fight between the Justice League and the alien war machines that had descended without warning.

From a nearby rooftop, Dani watched with awe, her white hair glowing faintly in the dusk light. She wasn't supposed to be here—Danny had told her to stay away from trouble. But curiosity had a grip on her soul like gravity. These were the heroes she’d only heard about in stories, seen from the shadows: Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Green Lantern—fighting together in a blur of power and purpose.

Then came the hum. A too-familiar mechanical buzz that made her hair stand on end.

Dani turned. Too late.

Agents in white armor, cold faces under dark visors—the Guys in White. They hadn’t come for the alien invaders.

They had come for her.

She bolted, ducking low, turning invisible mid-leap, but they were ready. A glowing ecto-net shot out from a launcher, wrapping around her mid-air, sizzling with power. She screamed as it struck her core, her body flickering between ghost and human, pain tearing through every atom.

“No—NO! LET ME GO!”

Her thrashing only made the net constrict tighter, burning her. One of the agents barked an order, and the voltage increased.

“Subject is destabilizing. Contain or terminate!”

A sickening jolt surged through her.

Her screams echoed across the battlefield. At first, the Justice League didn't realize what they were hearing—amid the chaos, it was just another sound.

But then Superman paused. His ears twitched. He heard the difference. Fear. Pain. A child.

Wonder Woman turned toward him, already running. “Where?”

“North rooftop!”

Batman was ahead of them both, his grappling hook already in the air.

The GIW agents didn’t see them coming—not until a batarang shorted out their generator, sending Dani crashing to the rooftop, gasping and shivering.

The agents turned in surprise, only for a red and blue blur to knock two of them flying into a wall. Wonder Woman’s lasso whipped through the air, tangling up another pair. Lantern constructs snapped the rifles from their hands and crushed them under emerald fists.

But it was too late.

Dani was curled on the rooftop, panting, hurt, and bleeding ectoplasm. Her wide eyes glowed bright green, tears cutting down her ash-streaked cheeks.

Then she screamed—a raw, primal cry from the deepest part of her.

“DADDY!!!”

The world held its breath.

And then… the sky cracked.

Clouds spiraled unnaturally. Wind howled. The sun dimmed under a sudden pall of swirling green light. Lightning arced across the horizon—green lightning.

From the center of the storm, a figure emerged.

A black cloak whipped in the wind, edged with silver chains. A massive glowing crown floated just above his brow, held in place by raw ectoplasmic power. His white hair streamed behind him like a comet. The air warped with his fury.

And his eyes—normally calm and glowing green—were now blood-red.

Phantom.

No longer just a boy.

Now, the Ghost King.

“LET. GO. OF. MY. DAUGHTER.” His voice was not a shout. It was a command from a being who ruled death itself, echoing through time and space.

The GIW agents who were still conscious dropped their weapons instantly, paralyzed by sheer instinctual dread. One tried to run—only to be caught midair by an invisible hand and slammed into the pavement.

Danny—King Phantom—descended to the rooftop. He didn’t even touch the ground; power thrummed beneath him like a living storm. The League took a cautious step back, not out of fear—but respect.

He knelt beside Dani, rage turning instantly to anguish. “Dani… I’m here.” He gathered her up, cradling her close. Her eyes fluttered open, and a weak smile touched her lips.

“You came…”

“I always will.”

Batman stepped forward. “Who are they?” He gestured to the crumpled agents.

Danny didn’t look up. “Government ghost hunters. Illegal operations. I’ve shut them down before.”

“They attacked a child,” Wonder Woman said grimly. “They’ll answer for it.”

Danny stood, still holding Dani. “Not to you. To me.” A portal yawned open behind him—green and swirling like a rift into another realm.

One of the agents began to beg. “You don’t have jurisdiction here!”

Danny looked back over his shoulder, red eyes gleaming.

“I’m the King of the Infinite Realms. Jurisdiction is what I say it is.”

He stepped through the portal, Dani safe in his arms. The sky rumbled one last time—and then the clouds dispersed.

The rooftop fell quiet.

Green Lantern let out a low whistle. “Well. That was something.”

Superman crossed his arms. “We’ll need to talk to him. If they’re hunting children like her, this isn’t over.”

Batman was already scanning the data from the agents’ suits.

But all of them, for that one moment, stood in the quiet awe of a simple, terrifying truth.

Mess with a ghost girl… and you’ll answer to her father.

The Ghost King.

[jaseisdory]

DC X DP idea that I may turn into fic

Danny Fenton with his Husband Lex Luther.

HEAR ME OUT!!!!

obviously, older Danny. How much other at least 22. Lex is gonna around his canon age so like in his early 30's.

Danny is Lex's secret husband that wants nothing to do with the world around him and loves to stay in his little bubble of happiness in their mansion with their children. Dan and Ellie were deaged to their actual ages. Ellie is 8 and Dan is 12.

And in this universe, Luther didn't know they used his DNA.

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Danny: Hello, Lexi.

Lex: My perle.

Lex: They used my DNA for the clone.

Danny:...How old is he, physically and actually.

Lex: 16 years and weeks, respectfully.

Danny:...

Lex:...

Danny: Where is he?

Lex: With the Justice League.

Danny: Alexei.

Lex: Yes, my perle?

Danny: Bring me my son.

---

And that is the beginning of a Connor Luther-Nightingale who grew up with parents that loved him and siblings to bond with.

[elierlick]

Yet another new study debunked the basis for the anti-trans sports bans. It was never about sports but for creating legal avenues for exclusion and abjection. This is one of the largest analyses ever conducted, involving 52 studies and 6,485 trans people. Read the study here.

[lucieslucidity]

post so nice had to reblog it twice and force it down everyone's throats

[fleshengine]

At minimum about 4.5 thousand people liked this without reblogging it.

We gotta fix that.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: ew its the Waynes.

Jazz: Be nice

Danny: I can't. They reek of wealth and insanity.

Jazz: That's good. We want rich customers. Just smile and get them to the back room for thier session. That's all you have to do.

Danny: Fine.

Dick: *Ringing counter bell* Hello?

Danny walking out with a fake smile: Hello! Welcome to Fenton Escape Rooms. Are you ready for a challenging fun filled hour of mystery?

Damian: This is idiot. We will solve everything in five minutes.

Dick: Thats why we each going in alone and going to be eachother time.

Danny's eye twitching: The rooms are quite challenging

Tim pitying: I'm sure you worked hard on them. We just tend to breeze through them.

Danny using his ghost powers to make the rooms and growing deeply offended: Really? If your so sure how about we make things interesting?

Jason: Oh thats is interesting. What are we betting?

Danny: You take on our most difficult room as a group. If you cant solve it in a hour I win and you have to promote my business on your social media.

Damian: And when we win what do we gain?

Danny: Well what do you want?

Cass: A date

Danny: Pardon?

Cass smiling: You go on a date with one of us.

Danny: Who is the date with?

Cass looking around her group: I'm sure there are a few interested here.

Danny: Deal. Good luck to you all. The Ghost Zone is not a easy room to escape from

Damian threatening: This will be easy. Get ready to waste your time being treated like a King by my overly emotional siblings. They will romance you so well, we'll be planning a wedding.

Danny equal as threatening: I lokk forward to it brat.

[stealingyourbones]

Danny keeps on meeting Brucie Wayne at Galas when he goes to keep Sam company. He hates the man. There is no adoption, no adoption jokes, he never meets Batman. Give me Danny Fenton and his unending beef with Brucie Wayne. Bruce finds this absolutely hilarious. This feisty 14 year old is incredibly fun to antagonize.

[creatingblackcharacters]

#Make Racists Scared Again 2026

[creatingblackcharacters]

Share if you want people to know they should be scared to be racist around you 👊🏾

[creatingblackcharacters]

"making them afraid will make them more racist" that's wild to me, because we live in a whole culture of social consequences for antiracism anyway. It is literally safer to be a racist than it is to speak up against it, socially.

Idk about you, but "I'm afraid no one will want to be my friend if I'm a white supremacist" seems like a pretty logical thought process to have, and I wish THAT were the normal and not "I'm afraid my friends will hate me if I tell them they made racist jokes".

[dcxdpdabbles]

Menace Au: Bring your child to work day

The members of Wayne Enterprises were invited to bring their children to work, the following year after Bruce Wayne took in Daniel Fenton-Wayne. It was an obvious way for the man to bond with his child, but the staff member figured they might as well enjoy the free food, free ice cream trucks lined outside, and an entire afternoon off with pay as long as everyone spent it in the various game rooms set up.

They were also very curious about the boy of the hour himself. Daniel Fenton-Wayne was shrouded in mystery, kept behind the iron gates of Wayne Manor. There were rumors about him, but they were only attached to Bruce.

They were about how the man wasn't fit to be a father and how there was suspicion, in hushed voices and dark corners, that Bruce was a man with money and power who was trying to take responsibility for a mistake he had made, but only just barely. Everyone was waiting to see what kind of boy Bruce had sired, even if he denied being the blood father.

The day of the event, Bruce didn't arrive on time, so people had to wait for a few more hours. Talk of him losing courage to show his illegitimate child, but that was all silenced when Bruce Wayne burst into the afternoon party with a confetti cannon and loud cheer, "This is my boy!"

He stepped to the side and made jazz hands at a teenager, standing tall and glaring at the room.

Handsome and sick was the first impression he made, like a boy healing from a terrible ideal. It only confirmed a few of their theories. A few of the higher-ranked children cornered the boy when Bruce was distracted.

A few of them were told by their parents to find the story about Daniel Fenton-Wayne. There had been an investigation into the boy's background, but there wasn't much. No dental records, doctor records, school records, not even a participation trophy.

The workers tried to sneak glances at him between the gaps in the surrounding teenagers, but all they got was a brief flash of Wayne-Fenton's deep bone scowl.

He won't last the afternoon, a few thought, nastily amused. Bruce seemed blissfully unaware, on the other side of the large room, talking and laughing without a care. Employees attempting to rise in the company didn't give him a moment to breathe, keeping him in the center of it all, and his new son was relegated to the side.

More theories were confirmed. A few even shared grins with each other, taking sips of their drinks as the circle around Fenton-Wayne grew bigger and bigger.

It was during the halfway point of the event that the teenage circle suddenly dispersed, and Fenton-Wayne casually marched over to Bruce, very bluntly throwing an elbow between Becky and his father. She gasped, offended, but one dark look from the teenager had her backing up instantly. In fact, a few adults took a step back, instincts from Gotham rules kicking in.

Becky was known for her flippant jokes with the higher-ups, and whispers of her sleeping her way to the top flouted around the office.

It didn't help that she seemed to encourage such rumors herself and even blatantly flirted with Bruce whenever the man came down from his top-floor office.

"I want to leave." Fenton-Wayne hissed, looking only at Bruce. "The lights hurt."

"Oh no, another migraine?" Bruce fretted, putting down his drink and yanking out a pair of sunglasses from his suit pocket in the same action. With far more gentleness than any of them have ever seen the man use, Bruce carefully placed on the boy's face. "I'll tell Alfred to bring the car around. Can you handle some water?"

Bruce left without so much as a by your leave, leading the boy out with one hand between his shoulder blades. The party resumed without much fanfare, but adults all scrambled to their children to ask the burning question on their minds

"What was the boy like?"

Every single teenager replied with the same haunted look in their eyes. Eyes. "Hot but scary. I hate him. When I see him again?"

No one was quite sure what to make of Daniel Fenotn-Wayne from that party, but they all assumed he wouldn't too hard to control or lead by the nose. They would come to regret ever having that thought for many years to come, especially when Bruce made his eldest a board member and basically handed over the reins of the company when he became eighteen.

It was one thing to tell Bruce Wayne or someone in management that you made a mistake.

It was another to be working at your cubicle, when most of the lights shut off, looking up in alarm and finding Daniel Fenotn-Wayne at the entrance of your cubicle, clutching your report and staring into your very soul with his large blue eyes. The worst part if this scenario is the silence that followed his entrance, building tension and fear in employees until the man whispered, "Do it again and do not fail me a second time."

If someone was foolish enough to fail a second time, Fenton-Wayne would come back. Carrying a doll version of the employee. Some of them screamed or cried, and he never explained why he had them. But everyone felt uneasy about it.

Wayne Enterprise employees' mistakes slowed down at a record-setting pace after Daniel Fenton-Wayne turned eighteen.

[alien-slushie]

[During a Board Meeting]

Tim's Phone: *ping*

Tim: *glances down at his phone and goes pale* Oh Ancients. I-I have to go home!

Board Member: Is everything alright Mr. Drake-Wayne?

Tim: My husband just brought home a baby skunk thinking it was a kitten! I need to get home before Danny accidentally gets sprayed! *bolts out the door*

A/N: Vaguely related to This.