He/Him

[bet-on-me-13]

Symbiote Ellie Phantom AU

After she was saved from Destabilization, Ellie gained a nifty new power. She can Melt on command and move around freely, which is just a really fun power, even if she is a bit weaker when she uses it .

But one day, she gets really badly hurt. Like, Really Hurt. Let's say the GIW got a lucky shot and managed to capture her, and experimented on her for a week before she managed to escape.

She can't keep her Human Form stable anymore, but her Goop Form is good enough for now. All she needs to do is find an Ectoplasm Rich Environment and try to heal up the best she can. Hopefully Danny will find her after she misses her monthly Visit.

She ends up in Gotham while searching for a place to heal, but the GIW is hot on her tail.

She needs a place to hide, and the only way she can think of is to overshadow somebody and pretend to be them while the GIW passes her by.

So she jumps into the nearest person she can find, a girl close to her age jumping across Rooftops.

But since she was in her weaker Goop Form, she can't enter a person without their permission. So she slides up to the person in Goop Form, jumps on her Back, and telepathically asks her for help, begging for permission to hide in her for a bit.

The girl she tried to overshadow was Cassandra Cain.

After some begging, Cass agrees and Ellie sinks into her. Again, she can't fully Overshadow her, so she's basically a passenger until Cass decides to give her some control.

The GIW passes by them, and Ellie tries to leave Cass only to realize that she can't. Since Cass was exposed to the Lazarus Pits, she is has a weird Biology, and since Ellie already had a Wierd Biology being a Halfa Clone as a Pile of Goop, they somehow can't leave eachother.

Cass gets a new Roommate, but instead of sharing an apartment, its her body. It's honestly not that bad, Ellie can give her some of her old powers and she can still communicate by making a Goop Head come out of Cass's shoulder.

They get along really well too, Ellie can ways be there for Cass whenever she needs somebody to talk to, and Cass is the Supportive Older Sister who helps Ellie talk about her feelings.

The Bat Fam also doesn't know. They figure that this will probably be fixed soon enough, so there's no real reason to tell her Family. They do find out after a few weeks however.

Cass accidently uses Ellie's powers in front of one of her brothers, which causes them to tell Bat's which means the entire family knows by the end of the day.

Cass has to explain the situation and introduces her new little sister. "This is Ellie. She's a Meta who escapes a secret Government Organization and asked for my help to hide from them by hiding in my Body. Unfortunately, we can't split up because her powers reacted strangely to the Lazarus in my blood. She is now my sister. You are not going to make her leave, I will not let you."

It takes a while, but the Bat Fam ends up accepting her. They do end up looking into that "Secret Government Organization" though, and find that they have been experiencing Raids by an army of Ghosts for the last few weeks.

"Oh right, I missed my monthly visit to my brother." Says Ellie from Cass's shoulder. "He must be looking for me, no biggie."

It's definitely a Biggie.

[solconbur]

You know, I can make this weirder by taking something else from the symbiotes: their reproductive habits.

So the idea is that after they find Danny and convince him to stop his one man war (So the justice league can do their jobs), they start looking into why Ellie is latched on to Cass more specifically. Eventually, after some oddly suspicious symptoms show up, they find that Ellie did sucessfully start regrowing her body. As a embryo.

Now Cass gets to deal with being a pregnant teenage crime-fighting superhero / ballerina with a reincarnating half ghost clone child (Who is very vocal and active through the process) and a overstressed half ghost teenage superhero gene donor who is trying to help out with this whole kerfuffle, but can always find a way to make things worse.

[bianca-hooks123]

Oh Ho!! This would be perfect for a Cass/Danny ship!

Danny: “We always joked that you were technically my daughter, but it was weird that you were physically two years younger than me. I guess now it wouldn’t be as weird.”

Cass: “Co-parents?”

The press would go nuts!

“Is that a baby bump showing on Cass Wayne?! And who is this mysterious young man who showed up? Is that the baby daddy?!”

[hdgnj]

Danny would become an over protective menace. Cass would constantly be talking him down from murder to protect them.

Cass: No murder!

Danny: But he hurt you!

Cass: No murder! You can't protect me from jail!

Danny:... Good point. Maiming it is!

[bianca-hooks123]

Cass is such a good partner. She doesn’t need Danny to protect her, but she lets him do it anyway because it makes him feel better.

[hdgnj]

Cass thinks it's cute. And it does make it easier to keep him calm if he feels useful. Plus pregnancy? Stressful as fuck. She's happy to outsource some of that so she can rest. Who knew growing a whole human was such a high intensity activity!

Alfred. That's who. He takes Danny in hand as well. Puts those instincts to good work.

Alfred: Master Danny. Come with me to the kitchen. You should learn to cook. It will help you keep Miss Cass healthy.

Danny of course is RIGHT THERE. Takes every lesson in the kitchen with the same seriousness as a Bat does fighting. Learns all of Cass's favourites. Puddings, tea. Anything. Alfred is very smug about it all. Cass is eternally thankful to have some time to herself. Not that she hates the hovering. It's cute. But it is a bit much.

[hdgnj]

Had a thought. Danny absolutely summons Frostbite to get trained in ghost healing. Frostbite of course is thrilled to teach. And even more pleased to know the Great One's mirror child will be given the chance to be truly healthy soon!

Frostbite happily gives check ups to Cass, showing Danny how to do it. And then Danny has an idea. Ghost are empaths right? Is there a way for him to share the pain with Cass? For when she is having Ellie? Or a ghost way to make it easier for her?

[evilminji]

Maybe it's just MY Ace projecting? But like? Free baby without having to sex? Nice(tm).

And you KNOW Ellie was all "!!!!! OH SHIT!" Etc at first? Like? She was ABSOLUTELY cool with stay a symbiote? Finding a way to separate and taking shots like she'd always done for the rest of time.

Bodily autonomy and consent are HUGE for the Phantoms. They are GHOSTS and furthermore, Ellie is a clone. He whole creation was Vlad stealing Danny's choices and then watching her brothers MELT.

Cass has been nothing but loving and super cool about all this! And now her Weird Ghostie Goo Powers and whatever the fuck a "Lazarus" is, are combining to high jack Cass' body to make her a BABY FACTORY!? OH HELL NO! Get rid of it!

She was probably hysterical. Nearly crying. A big ball of guilt and self loathing and distress.

And Cass? Is just quietly considering things. Ellie is right. It IS her body. And while she's calming Ellie down? She's thinking about what SHE wants.

About her unspeakably fucked up relationship with her mother, her WORSE relationship with her father. The childhood she didn't have. The childhood Ellie never had. How Ellie has never said it out right, but radiated such... visceral TERROR every time she talk about melting. Clearly fearing the day the medicine won't be enough. Or she won't get to it fast enough. Or some other thing on a long list of very real possibilities.

It's Cass' body.

And Ellie isn't asking her to do this. Is in fact openly against it. Is appalled and franticly apologizing. But... wouldn't this save her little sister? PERMANENTLY? Or... no, she would become her Daughter.

Does Cass want to be a "Mother"? She isn't certain. She might want to stay a "Sister". But... she would have months to decide, wouldn't she?

And the more she considers? The more she finds she is not opposed. Maybe it's BECAUSE it's Ellie. Maybe it's because she already KNOWS who the person growing inside her would BE. That she has both the choice and the full support of that person to simply... NOT.

But, yes, she decides.

She is going to have an Ellie. Let us going shopping for clothes for you. You're going to be much smaller.

And Ellie is conflicted. Does not think this is cool. You don't DO this to people! But? It's Cass choice? And she wants too? And it's gonna help... like, A LOT. Be literally life changing. She'll be like Danny. Stable. Her own person. A biological mom and dad.

It's like meeting Danny all over again. Something shitty and terrible being twisted around and made good. Cass should be MAD at her. Danny should have been mad at her. But they aren't. They don't hate her. Don't blame her. Just love her and want her to be healthy and safe. It messes Ellie up a bit, she won't lie.

Is this what it feels like to be a little kid? To have your parents come and make things better? She's still kinda upset.. but she feels safe and better and like she can trust they know what they're doing. 'S gross. She bets she's all snotty.

And when Danny all but breaks the sound barrier to get there? Is hovering and all "oh Ellie, light of my heart, best thing that's ever happened ever! I was so WORRIED!" like the dweeb he is? Maybe Ellie does cry a little. Shut up. You can't prove anything.

Then him and CASS start making goo-goo eyes at each other and everything is AWFUL. Ellie finally understands why all those kids were so dramatic about their parents kissing. This is SO GROSS. Stahp! Eeeeew! DisGUS-TANG.

There is hand holding and gooey baby animal expressions. Ellie is traumatized and wants a LAWYER.

Leave room for JESUS, Danny! 6 feet! Social distancing! She knows they aren't religious, ya'll are just giving her HIVES! Let her sleep in peace! Because? As the body gets bigger? She is getting spacier. More exhausted.

Getting absorbed by the body as she's being settled into it.

Towards the end, she's basically just asleep. As the body finishes building itself around her. Using her soul and Ectoplasm as the foundations on which to build everything. Like Danny's body.

Of course, once the due date gets close? They ABSOLUTELY have to take Cass to Frostbite. For not so much a c-section as a "phase the baby VERY carefully out of your body". Because? Birth is difficult, even when your pushing out a Bog Standard Fully Human Baby.

A Ectoplasm Filled Superstrength Possessing Halfa Child? Who ISN'T conscious enough to CONTROL that strength? Is just asking for deadly complications. Hard pass. Not to even TOUCH on how Ectoplasm reacts to perceived threats with aggression.

You know. Like the "crushing" sensation of being born as muscles push them out. Ectoplasm by itself is DUMB. If the mother doesn't ALSO have Ectoplasm in her system to smack the child's Ectoplasm back? It'll ATTACK HER.

Ectoplasm EATS through things like ACID.

Hardest of hard nopes! They're taking that trip for a Phase Baby! Plus THIS way? Less time recovering.

(Bruce nearly breaks his chair learning, near the delivery date, WHY they need to phase the baby out. EXTOPLASM DOES WHAT!?!? And he's only being told this NOW!? *alarmed wheezing in Father noises*)

On the bright side? Lois Lane probably has ALL the tips and tricks? Woman gave birth to a half-kryptonian. And lived. Plus Kon stops by with her most likely, to talk about the "am I still a clone?" Thing.

Because? That has always BEEN a major if not solely defining part of her identity? She was A Clone. That's how she came to be. She was her own person but made from the template of another. But NOW? Will she still be able to call herself that?

Is she still part of the Clone Community?

She is very much changing a major part of her identity. That's A LOT. Very easily comparable to someone "curing" the deafness they had since birth, or gaining the ability to walk for the first time. She did not feel anything was WRONG with her. Yes, she had serious health concerns but most Clones don't have that. That was just a her thing.

Should she reject this? Is she saying she's ashamed of being a Clone, by accepting it? She isn't and never has been! She's doing this literally for the "don't have to fear becoming goo" thing! But... but she'll lose who she WAS. And-

It would be a great way to explore Identity? And community?

Just? Character studies EVERYWHERE! T'would be FACINATING~☆

[hdgnj]

Poor Bruce learning about the horrors of ectoplasm. It does NOT help that "Oh, Cass HAS Ecto. Just not enough ya know?" I'm sorry. My daughter has corrosive badness in her? How? Everyone in my family does? How? What do you mean we aren't baseline humans anymore! Even Tim? How?

Focus on the fact you're getting a grandchild Bruce. Focus on the baby! Focus on the fact the baby will have Martian like powers. .. And we are back to anxiety. Alfred! I need Xanax!

And yeah. It will be a great way to explore self perception. And relationships. And family bonds, how they form. How they are chosen. It's gonna be great!

Danny is going to be even more over protective than Bruce. Who is gonna see if and be like... Am I that bad? Is this how others see me? Oh no. I think I get the teasing about my back up plans now. Excellent! I have an Ally in this fight to keep my idiot children alive!

[sil-and-seals-blog-something]

Bruce casually just speed running the “Am I that bad?” to obtaining an ally in planning fast enough to give everyone witnessing it some degree of whiplash.

I can just imagine Bruce, Danny, and possibly Tim working on so many (too many) contingency plans. Just collectively thinking up any and all risks and then how to handle those risks. Is this unhealthy? According to Alfred, yes. Will they continue? What Alfred doesn’t know (he knows, they know he knows, they’re just pretending that he doesn’t know) won’t hurt him.

Also, the crisis over ectoplasm is great. Bruce is gonna learn everything he can about how that affects everyone after that info bomb is dumped on him. He doesn’t want to be caught unawares like that again, especially with something that could hurt any of his kids (and soon-to-be grandkid).

[hdgnj]

Bruce and Danny on an increasing paranoia binge creating back ups for their back ups? Cass and Alfred just sigh and grab an idiot each.

The Justice League have to be warned about their tendencies. Danny won't prepare for self defence. But give him someone else he needs to protect? Oh boy.... (Oddly enough once he learned about the threat of Joker, the clown disappeared How strange)

Bruce: Jason, I can't believe you weaponised Danny like that!

Jason: .... Don't know what you mean B? What did he do?

Bruce: The Joker has gone missing!

Jason: Well. That sounds more like a blessing to be honest B. And anyway. Are we SURE it's another ploy of the clowns anyway??

Frostbite gets summoned over to help create a proper 'guide to care and feeding of halfas and liminals'. Frostbite is pleased Danny and Ellie are with a GOOD family now! Yes he CAN help with all the other liminals with icky ecto!

[solconbur]

I'm happy to see how far you've taken my little addition to the idea. Let's add something else. All that ectoenergy which would start flowing within Cass during the symbiosis would have some consequence. Is it dragged out during birth, or does it remain within her? Does it turn some of her talents into powers? Like Bodyreading into empathy, stealth into invisibility, or Acrobatics into flight? And how does those powers affect the pregnancy?

[bet-on-me-13]

So Cass becomes a Halfa due to the pregnancy? Interesting idea!

[radiance1]

Gimmie a Danny and Damian twins au, but not one where they're all gushy gushy and huggy huggy about the fact that they're reunited.

I want one, where they HATE and try to KILL EACH OTHER. Where they're extremely fucked up in their relationship with one another, but can't kill the other because Taila hoped that they could get along.

They spew poison at each other, inflict pain on each other as easy as BREATHING and would leave the other while heavily injured while saying that they could take care of themselves.

I want them to be near mortal-enemies wrapped up in the bodies of two highly-competent and powerful 14 year olds who cannot give a fuck about each other, has a fleeting thought of killing the other on the best of days but doesn't because of their dear mommy Taila.

Then force them to interact with each other after a long period of separation. I don't give a flying FUCK how you manage to do it, perhaps Danny has to run because his parents vivisected him, perhaps the Nasty Burger explosion couldn't be reversed because Clockwork said no and Danny is torn or perhaps Vlad brings him to Gotham for a gala (either redeemed or not redeemed Vlad), etc, etc.

Force these two children who fucking HATE each other under the same roof, make them interact, make them watch each other interact and make comments about it. Maybe even make an unstable Danny try and KILL Damian, but is stopped by the batfam, or maybe make it that Danny can't even bring himself to kill Damian because he's (discounting Talia) the only family he has left.

Maybe even (if you go the Nasty Burger/Dead Fenton fam au) make Danny hate Bruce Wayne's fucking GUTS because this man is trying to replace his dead father (even though Bruce IS his biological father) and hates him even MORE because he looks so similar to Jack's face that he's literally torn whenever he sees him. Make it that he never stays in the same room as Bruce whenever he's not in mask, make it that he tells Bruce TO HIS FACE that he hates the man for trying to replace his dead FUCKING dad and that he will NEVER accept him as one, biologically related or not.

Maybe even make him not like the batfam either just for the fact that they associate with both Bruce and Damian.

(I just remembered about that one post I saw, but BOY is this ramble gonna get even WORSE for dear old Danny. Though this part isn't really necessary could just read the on top bit lol)

Maybe they even find a way to take away his ghost side, and Bruce (With or without Talia) say that it's for the best for him, and Danny? Danny just fucking BREAKS. DOWN. He's full-on crying and screaming at Bruce and maybe has to be held back by the other batkids or not, or maybe he's just fulling on trying to hit Bruce and Bruce either dodges or just takes it.

Saying how fucking DARE he take away his ghost side, that was apart of him and he had NO FUCKING RIGHT to take away something so precious from him. Then Bruce could say that he doesn't need powers, he could be fully if not even more capable as a human.

And Danny just goes "You don't even get it, do you?" And Danny just cries harder because technically that was one the LAST things linking him to his parents. His DEAD parents. Sure, the accident was his fault, but phantom was created because of their portal, in their lab, in their basement.

Even worse if the reveal went RIGHT and they starting accepting how he was half ghost and trying to change their views on ghosts as a whole, only to die. Then, for some guy to just, take away something like that from him?

Maybe Danny would even say that, rip into him about how that was one of the only things linking him to his parents and even if it wasn't he didn't have the fucking right to decide what to do with HIS body.

"You never had to fucking worry about your parents not accepting you, I did. They still loved me regardless, they tried to change for me. But you wouldn't even know what that feels like, would you, you stupid fucking rich boy."

[idk why I typed that part out but just role with it.]

Maybe Bruce tries to sympathize with Danny about his parents, but Danny just doesn't have any fucks left to give about Bruce's life, or anyone else life in Bruce's life at all and just shuts it down or steamrolls over it. At the end of it all Danny is just a crying, shivering wreck and stares down Bruce with eyes full of HATE that tells Bruce one step closer, and he would KILL him.

Maybe then Damian (Either walks in or was there the entire time.) insults Danny over his weakness and depending on his ghost form or something, and Danny just sees fucking RED and jumps on him. No care that he's no longer half ghost, so that he means he could die more easily, no care to anyone else in that room, no care that Talia wanted both of them to get along and not kill each other.

He tries to kill Damian.

He fails miserably, of course, but he still tries. Then tries again and a fucking gain.

Then after all that he just, doesn't come out of his room, or tries to escape and leave Gotham every chance he gets. He never gets far, but he keeps trying, and he never opens up to anyone in the batfam, not even Alfred.

He's just a kid who lost everything he worked so hard for, everything he tried to hide from his biological mother and her assassin league who tried to keep whatever he had left. Now that kid is fueled by nothing but pure, revolting hatred for the people who took even that from him.

Basically like Dark Danny, but way more powerless and fully human.

[Okay that's enough of me rambling.]

[bet-on-me-13]

In the Reply's, most people are talking about how Danny would Rage at Bruce, or break down because of it. But consider, Ghosts are Beings of Pure Emotion. Without his Ghost Half, what is Danny?

Danny no longer has Emotion. No Anger, no Sadness, no Hate. But he also no longer has Happiness, Joy, Love, he feels absolutely nothing anymore.

Amd that's arguably so much more dangerous.

Danny no longer has context for what he is and isn't supposed to do. He knows that he wants to kill Batman, but he doesn't understand why.

And unfortunately for Bruce, he doesn't care enough about anything to figure it out or change his mind.

Danny becomes a Soulless (literally) Killing Machine. He doesn't Fear Death, he doesn't feel Pain, he doesn't hesitate because hesitating requires conflict and conflict requires emotion. Danny is completely and utterly logical in his approach.

His objective is to kill Batman. That is really his only purpose in life anymore, and nothing else.

And imagine how Mentally Broken Bruce would be afterwards?

He just wanted to reconnect with his son, who hated him for no reason. And he saw a convenient explanation when he heard about Danny' Ghost Half.

He thought, "Ghosts are Beings of Pure Emotion, Danny is too Emotional, Danny has a Ghost Half, so the Ghost Half must be making him too Emotional."

And he tried to "Fix" him.

And it worked, now Danny isn't emotional. At all.

He turned his own son into a Killing Machine with no emotions, robbed him of his very humanity, just because he couldn't reconcile the fact that he didn't like him.

He couldn't let Danny grieve, he tried to immediately replace Danny's father as if blood relation had ever mattered in the slightest. And he had broken him.

And Danny can't even hate him for it. Because Bruce took that away.

[apatheticsunday]

The Eldritch Being Effect

AKA "Phantom is considered one of the more friendly and 'human-like' being in the Infinite Realms; when he's brought in to advise on a case for the Justice League, they quickly realize that may be an overstatement." DPxDC prompt with slightly Eldritch!Danny

The JLD, including Constantine and Zatanna, assure Superman that Phantom isn't a threat. Superman, Wonder Woman, and Batman were advised beforehand that Infinite Realms citizens have... quirks. Among which could include mild mind manipulation.

("Auditory and visual hallucinations, projecting emotions." Zatanna explains the effects neutrally, "It isn't always intentional or malicious, so it's important to be vigilant of your mental state. Ground yourself and don't focus too much on anything you see or hear."

"'Else you'll go bloody mad." Constantine chimes in cheekily.

Zatanna shoots him a dirty look before continuing, "...possibly. Phantom hasn't hurt a human before but, as I said, best to be vigilant."

"Won't help if he possesses you, though."

"John.")

Superman wishes he'd listened. Or, rather, hadn't listened. Phantom seemed fairly normal when he'd first arrived through the summoning circle - white hair floating serenely around his young face, hazmat suit loose on his body, skin pale but not deathly blue like he'd expected. He introduced himself cheerfully, said he was excited to work with superheroes, and they started the meeting.

And then the whispers start. Superman only noticed it at first when Phantom spoke for longer periods of time - like a polyphonic overtone, the deeper baritone humming along only microseconds after each word as if a belated echo. When he focuses harder on it, the words don't seem to align with what Phantom is saying exactly - it's almost another language, not English but not not English. A chill makes its way down Clark's spine. It reminds him of the corn fields as a kid, standing at the edge of the uncut stalks and hearing animals moving inside. The field sways and damp humidity sticks Clark's t-shirt collar to the back of his neck. When he looks up, he sees the clouds churning with a murky green - a distant tornado siren starts screaming and he swears he hears Ma's trembling voice telling him to get in the basement now, and Pa trying to herd the chickens in the barn quick as he can.

Then hard, jabbing pressure on his thigh. He blinks and he's at the Watchtower with Wonder Woman and Flash staring at him, as if waiting for his response. He realizes that his hands are shaking, he's sweating, and his heart his beating faster than normal. Batman's fingers are gripping his thigh with a grounding pressure that would deeply bruise any normal man.

"I believe it best we halt our meeting for today. Flash will provide the meeting notes momentarily; please review and plan to discuss further next week." Batman sets his tablet on the table without moving his hand from Superman's thigh, keeping him grounded as he remembers how to breathe properly.

Flash, meanwhile, is stupefied. Sure, he hadn't really been paying attention to the meeting since he was multitasking between typing out everything being said and reviewing his own case file. (He might've also been playing Subway Surfers. But that's between him, his tablet history, and Batman who probably stalks the entire League's data history.) But seeing Big Blue go pale and shaky over the last three hours was... concerning, to say the least. He's invincible. What could possibly shake him up so bad?

He sends the notes to the League's shared files but prints out a copy for Phantom. Do Infinite Realms beings use the internet? Who knows? Better safe than sorry, anyways. He catches the kid by the Zeta tubes talking to Zatanna and stands awkwardly off to the side for their conversation to finish, notes in a neat little folder with the official JL stamp on the front. He's idly playing with a corner of the folder when he catches the kid's reflection in the steel of the Zeta tube. It's not... unusual, exactly, but something looks off. He realizes that he's looking at the kid's shoulder in the reflection but the kid is facing the tube. Flash should be seeing the kid's face in the reflection, not his back and shoulder. Almost immediately, his stomach drops and a chill grips him.

He's unable to look away as the reflection starts to make sharp, jerking movements, bones seeming to crack as the reflection becomes taller. Skinner, wrong proportions. Its fingers are too long, spine protruding from its hunched back, something that almost looks like a horned crown on its head. Barry can't move. He can barely see Phantom in his peripheral vision, definitely not looking like whatever the hell is in his reflection, but his vision tunnels in on the way the reflection's head jerks. Jerks again, harder, and with a sickening crack, Barry sees its head turned towards him. He's frozen to the spot watching as the shadow-reflection-creature suddenly falls backwards on its hands and feet - head still turned unnaturally - and starts crawling like something out of a horror move. And Barry can't move. He's-

"A'ight there, mate?" The strong smell of cigarettes and a hand thumping him on the shoulder jars Flash out of his... daydream? Phantom is now waving goodbye to Zatanna, face open and friendly in his reflection, and Constantine thumps him on back again. Constantine chuckles in a way that's both condescending and sympathetic, "Got'a, did he? You and Underpants both. Should brush up on your meditation techniques or Spooky will go mental." Kindly, or maybe not, he snatches the League notes from Flash's trembling hands and flashes a snaggle-toothed grin before swaggering over to Phantom.

Phantom smiles and waves at Flash in thanks, who can only shakily wave back.

((Before the next meeting, Batman and Wonder Woman co-present 'Mandatory Mental Training Exercises' that the Justice League are supposed to start doing daily. Superman and Flash avidly avoid looking at Batman's disappointed stare.))

[hypewinter]

After being on the run for a long time, Danny somehow stumbles his way into the middle of a fight. This leads to him joining the Teen Titans (much to his confusion).

[hypewinter]

Y'all cannot be hiding such gold in the comments

[missgadabout]

Yeah this feels like this has potential and is not growing as much as I thought it would.

Danny wakes up to muffled voices of a whispered argument in another room. His hazy mind is noting that this is the warmest he has been in a while and that he is just coming out of a good sleep. Part of him just wants to sink back into the already fading dream he was having. But having spent 13 months running, hiding from Vlad and the bounty hunters the fruit loop hired to drag him back to that castle in Wisconsin he had learned not stick around.

Whispering means they think he is still asleep. Arguing means they are distracted. He doesn’t know who they are but the voices are vaguely familiar and that hasn’t been a good thing for him in over a year.

He turns invisible and intangible, diving down as most hunters expect ghosts to go up. There is a startled female yelp, “He vanished!”

Danny zipped through the floor below. His enhanced hearing heard deep male teen voice say that thermal sensors are picking up a moving cold spot. Danny silently cursed. Tech like that was always bad news. He tried to phase out a window but smacked against a magic ward on the building, giving him a painful shock and sapping some of his energy. To human eyes the magic shield would have looked like a shadow but Danny could see a purple tint to it. It was a passive ward that was placed on the outer walls and windows a while ago but seems to be refreshed weekly. It was designed to keep spirits from entering but in this case also keeping Danny from leaving. He would have to get out through an actual door.

He heard some running and an male dressed in traffic light colors shout they see him. He must have dropped his invisibility when he hit the ward. Danny flew off again going down another floor not stopping as the teen called, “Wait we just want to talk!”

The chase went on for what seemed like hours. Danny flying Dow halls and threw inner wall, up and down floors. Bumping into the warded outer walls occasionally as he searches for any exit. Each time he touched the ward it would hurt and drain more of his energy and it was getting harder to use his powers. He had for gone invisibility a while ago. And that meant the teens in the building could better track him and of course tried to call out to him. Asking him to stop, promising they wouldn’t hurt him, what was he afraid of, let them help him. Danny hasn’t fallen for tricks like those since a couple months after escaping Vlad. He wasn’t going to start now.

Danny had to stop for a breath after phasing through the last wall. His powers had almost given out half through and he would have been stuck. After a minute the dizziness faded and he looked up to se he was in a garage, with a door to the outside! It was only a electronic lock between him and freedom that Danny could easily hot wire to open. He didn’t waste a second with to think of hacking and ripped open the panel. He saw the wires he would need to cross after a few second and grabbed them. He stripped the ends and touched them together and the door began to open.

“Azarath Metrion Zinthos!”

Magic swirled around Danny stopping him in midair just as he had finally cleared the threshold out and pulled him back in.

Well now that I have left you with that lovely angsty version of Danny’s point of view for a tasty misunderstanding, I leave it to others to add on. @azulhood @arzuera @bianca-hooks123 @bloggerspam @dcxdpdabbles @dragonsrequiem @evilminji @flamingpudding @fightmebissh @hypewinter @hdgnj @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 @jedipirateking @kizzer55555 @puppetmaster13u @starlightcat04 @stormikitty @virgamsysxvolumes @zylev-blog

[bloggerspam]

The next time he wakes up, he's wrapped in a blanket and placed on something so soft he's sinked in.

He tries to keep his breathing normal, to not alert anyone who may possibly be in the room with him, and considers his situation.

When he woke up earlier, he remembered medical equipment and a medical cot. This time, he's a little curled up, scrunched against the arm of what is presumably a sofa.

Sofa? He subtly stretches his fingers, hidden and curled around his abdomen, and realizes he's not even restrained. He stretches his senses out, and there's not even a ward in the room he's in.

The only thing keeping him here is his presumed unconsciousness, the blanket they've swaddled around him loosely, and his captors nearby.

He can hear at least one person breathing in the room with him, and further back, two more in the room beyond. He keeps himself from tensing as he registers another person in the room behind him entering silent like a mouse.

"Hey, Rob." The one sitting by his side whispers with a deep, smooth voice.

Rob doesn't answer the greeting, and only moves closer to Danny. It's hard to keep track of him, he's so light on his feet. The only thing giving him away is his heartbeat, which Danny keeps vigilant track of.

Even still, Danny flinches when a hand lightly touches his knee from where it's curled up in front of him.

"Hello. I know you're awake, and I want to make sure you know we mean you no harm. Can you....Do you feel comfortable enough to open your eyes?" This voice has a smooth tenor, soft like he's afraid of scaring Danny off. Again.

And Danny sees no point in pretending any longer, not when he can feel his powers still far and away from his grasp. His eyes flutter open, and Blue meets White for a long second. Somehow, even with the domino obscuring the other's eyes Danny can tell that this Rob is staring intently at him.

It makes him squirm inside, so he forces himself to take in his surroundings.

He's in some kind of living room. The blanket his mysterious captors have wrapped him in has an ugly floral pattern with green and white daisies.

Ironic.

Rob is still crouching slightly directly in front of him, and behind him past a large coffee table sits an Android--no, the being seems to have some organic matter--a Cyborg on a large blue armchair with a magazine on his lap. It has cars on it, from where he can see. The Cyborg is fiddling with something on his arm, but puts it down quickly enough when he sees Danny looking over. They smile at him, and that too makes him squirm.

A clatter to his left reveals another door, where a Green Humanoid and...that is definitely a magic user floating behind them, enter the room. There's a large TV screen on the wall opposite Danny playing some kind of racing movie.

"Hey! He woke up! You alright dude? Not gonna run off again are ya?" The Green one says, only to have the magic user smack them over the head for it.

Rob sighs, before straightening up and looking over towards the door behind Danny.

A second later, someone floats in and lands directly next to Robin with a wide beaming smile.

"How wonderful! You have awoken!" The pink-haired being claps their hands excitedly, even floating back up in their elation.

And that---that is Starfire. Starfire the Tamaranean. Starfire the Alien.

"Holy shit. You're Starfire." Danny's voice is raspy and he winces as his voice breaks.

Everyone perks up at that, and Danny shrinks into himself.

"I...I like space," he mumbles defensively against Rob--Robin's stare. "Aliens are cool, okay?"

He says it sotto voice, but clearly Robin and Starfire hear him as she squeals and twirls around.

"Oh yes, I am the Cool! I think you are the Cool as well, Strange Hero! We can be friends, yes?"

Danny looks up at her hopeful expression, and the only reason he doesn't immediately fold like wet tissue paper is the fact that they have for some reason decided to keep him here, and that he barely remembers what happened to get him here.

"...I don't know if I can be friends with people who won't let me leave." Danny is still trying to understand how he got here, and no amount of sad puppy dog eyes will make him forget what he's been through before.

Once burned, twice shy and all that.

"We're not keeping you here," Robin says, hands up palms down like hes trying to calm a scared animal. "We just wanted to ask you some questions after the Robot battle, but you were...extremely out of it, so we took you back to the Tower for some medical attention."

Danny tilts his head, thinking on that. He remembers the battle. He remembers seeing....seeing one of them almost grabbing up a little boy, and on the run or not Danny wasn't gonna let that happen. Especially when the boy looked like Tucker when he was that age.

He remembers being exhausted, remembers the haze of adrenaline taking over him. He thinks about how he hadn't had a chance to eat anything for a couple days, since his last run in with the vultures caused a 3 day long game of hide and seek.

He remembers thinking about skulker, and seeing Tucker, and yeah. He probably went under in a fighting fugue state.

He looks over the Titans, before letting his shoulders droop and feeling his cheeks warm up.

"Sorry. I remember now. What kind of questions did you have? I really can't stay, but I can probably answer a couple of questions at least." He looks around the room for a clock, and ends up seeing a little digital clock in the corner of the TV screen. He winces, seeing the date. He'd been out for a whole day.

"Maybe you should eat something first dude, I'm starving and I'm not the one whose been out cold for a whole day!" Beast boy says, bouncing up and heading towards the room behind him.

Raven grabs his arm before he can stray any farther, whilst Cyborg fiddles with his arm again--looking closer Danny can see a screen on it. Cool.

"Do you have any dietary restrictions?" Raven asks, heedless of Beast boys struggles to escape.

"I'm order pizza." Cyborg says immediately after. Danny looks at them, before looking at Robin and Starfire.

Robin crosses his arms, but nods his head encouragingly. Starfire floats up, hands together in a little pleading pose, clearly hoping for him to stay.

He sighs. Well. He does need the energy.

"As long as it doesn't fight back, anything is good." He rubs at his face.

He doesn't see it, but the Titans all share at confused look at that.

[nanenna]

GET OUT! part 3

Continuation of this post.

Danny led them further into the dark, musty manor, into an area without windows where they had to pull out flashlights and a spell to fight the gloom. Danny reached into the wall and pulled something, thankfully the mechanism was fully manual and the lack of electricity didn't stop the hidden door from creaking slowly open.

Jason put a hand on Danny's shoulder, "We got it from here, go find Kenny or Artemis."

"Yeah… okay." Danny quickly turned and left the room.

"I've gone into worse," Roy joked as he led the way down the dark stairs.

Jason put on a face mask, attached a flashlight to his shoulder, and put another in his hand, then took up the rear. The flashlights were pretty redundant with Zatanna using a spell to light the way, but Jason liked the reassurance of having his own light.

The stairs led directly into the lab, and what a mess it was. The dust was just as thick as the rest of the building, making Jason glad for the mask. There was plenty of equipment and tools scattered around on work tables, some having fallen to the floor. Jason could just see a row of tubes further in the room

"Oh its thicker here," Boston commented. "I'd say it's almost as thick here as Nanda Parbat."

"That's saying something," Zatanna commented. "But yes, the air is thrumming with power."

"Guess we'll need to bring Danny down and see of he absorbs it?" Jason asked.

"Oof, not without covering these first," Roy called, pointing to the row of tubes.

Jason walked over to get a closer look and cringed internally. The tubes were full of murky, scummy water and corpses in the middle of decomposing. One tube had a clone leaning against the glass, useless oxygen mask still attached to its face half full of murky water, and skin slowly peeling away around said mask. Black, shaggy hair nearly covered half lowered lids and the milky, unseeing eyes under them.

"Think we can nick some bed sheets to throw over 'em?" Boston asked casually.

"Suppose we could," Jason agreed. Danny would know exactly why they were there, but at least he wouldn't have to see.

"If it helps they're empty, never had a soul." Boston casually gestured at the tubes.

Jason wasn't sure if it did.

Zatanna had wandered further into the lab, heading for the back wall. Jason followed, stopping a bit behind her as she cast spells at the empty doorway that probably used to be Vlad's portal. Zatanna grimaced, "They really somehow managed to punch a hole directly to the deepest parts of the other side of the veil, completely bypassing the areas where the veil brushes with our world."

"Yeah?" Jason wasn't sure what that meant.

"No wonder the beings on the other side were so powerful, it's so far beyond our realm it's basically a higher dimension."

"Like Mr. Mxyzptlk?"

Zatanna's head whipped around to stare at Jason. "What?!"

Jason shrugged, "I never met the guy, I just know he's some 'fourth dimensional imp' that sometimes bugs Supes for shits and giggles." B's reports made for good bedtime reading, they were so boring they always put Jason right to sleep.

Zatanna rubbed at her forehead, "Yes, like him. Please don't go around saying the names of fourth dimensional beings, that's how you get their attention."

"A'ight."

"So, quick question," Roy announced. "Can you just send Danny to whatever's on the other side of this portal that doesn't exist?"

"Theoretically," Zatanna said slowly. "It would take a lot of time, effort, and would drain several mages working together. Danny does have allies there, if we did manage to send him through we could hope he finds his way to them and maybe they can help him. But humans aren't meant to wander that deep, just crossing to the other side of the veil can change us, let alone getting dropped in the deep end the way Danny did when he died. Eventually his human half would fade until he becomes a full ghost."

"Right, so that's not the plan," Jason stated.

"Yeah, no kidding," Roy agreed.

"Does any of this tell us why he's still trapped in Amity Park?"

"That may actually be psychosomatic," Zatanna said before turning her attention back to the portal.

Jason furrowed his brows, "Didn't Danny say ghosts are made of emotions? Wouldn't everything be psychosomatic?"

"Technically yes, which makes finding a solution harder. Perhaps if we moved all the victims to a proper graveyard…"

"Dig up and somehow identify each individual in the mass grave you found," Jason said in a deadpan.

"That would take forever, the DEO is out there right now," Roy whined.

"Well, we can offer and see how that affects him," Zatanna said with a huff.

"How about we start with covering the clone tubes and get Danny down here, see if absorbing his weird death goo radiation improves anything," Jason stated, then turned and headed for the stairs.

It took a bit of hunting, but they eventually found a (very gauche) bedroom with all the bedding still on the bed. They bundled the whole set up and threw the blankets and sheets over the clone tubes. That done, it was time to go find Danny and bring him down to the lab to hopefully get a boost. Zatanna and Boston stayed down in the basement while Jason and Roy wandered off to find their wayward ghostboy. They found Artemis barricading the grand front entrance, she hadn't seen Danny or Kenny since they had arrived.

"… hesitant, little ghost will be sickly." Biz's voice carried from around a corner.

"I hope so," Danny said as if he didn't believe it. He perked up when Jason and Roy rounded the corner, smiling up at them from where he and Biz were sitting on the floor across from a barricaded door. "Hi! Kenny and I were just talking, he helped me realize something!" Danny hopped to his feet in excitement, "He reminded me that I had said ghosts need purpose, and I lost mine again. So maybe if I find a new purpose it'll help."

Jason sighed, he was not equipped for what he was about to do. "What's wrong with the whole bridge thing?"

"Well, it's not like there's much bridging I can do when there's no ghosts around."

"Telling people who don't know what's going on about ghosts and how everything works is also being a bridge. You said it yourself, you don't have to be kicking ass to be a bridge."

"I… I guess," Danny said uncertainly.

"Listen, kid, you may be ghost but you're also still human, tying your entire identity to one thing, one goal or mission or whatever you want to call it, that's a one way ticket to misery. Either yourself or everyone around you. Get more goals, get a hobby, make friends. Well, once we figure this out and get you out of here, anyway."

Danny's face fell, "I did have all that."

Jason groaned, silently, in his own head. "Yeah, it sucks that was all taken from you." Jason paused, unsure what to say next. He decided a change of subject might be in order, "Zatanna and Boston said the basement is thick with freaky death energy, wanna go down there and see if you can absorb it?"

"Sure, why not?" Danny walked past them, heading towards the secret stairway.

"That went well," Roy said hesitantly.

"Red him did great," Bizarro said before following after Danny.

[apatheticsunday]

Phantom Files

AKA "Phantom is the Justice League Dark's newest junior member. He does not realize his field logs are regularly reviewed until The Batman himself sets up a meeting for a performance review." DPxDC prompt idea!

Entry 17, Location: [Custom] "infinite realms/ghost zone(?)"

A frazzled teenager in a hazmat suit appears in front of a camera. The background is a swirling mass of green that the camera can't seem to focus on. His white hair drifts around his green-tinged face, expression in a grimace as he holds his clearly injured side.

"Constantine, you suck. You suck, man. Stop summoning spirits that you don't know how to fight! Guess who has to fight them! Me! Seriously, go suck a d-" The camera glitches, refocusing on a gigantic serpent swimming concerningly fast at the teen. An angry mutter of oh, for the love of- can be heard before the camera turns off abruptly.

Entry 24, Location: Petra, Jordan, Asia

Phantom slumps against a stone pillar. Red hot sun turns his usual Lazarus green skin a warmer, sickly grey-green.

"Can't talk much. It's a jinn. I did find the Pharaoh's treasure, but it's cursed. Reversed the curse, but it altered the timeline so I'm in the past to reverse the curse reverse. Constantine, I don't know where you are, but I'll be... here, I guess. See you in the future. Oh, BRB. Gotta talk to Al-Uzza."

The camera spins for a moment, focusing briefly on a woman's silhouette in front of the sun. Everything turns black.

Entry 31, Location: Gotham City, New Jersey, North America

Phantom's white hair is black, wet and plastered to his head. His skin is pale and flushed with a pink blush. He's wearing an oversized NASA hoodie and sweats, sitting at a desk with a hotel bed behind him.

"Okay, so I think I got caught up in something big? There's this villain who I'm pretty sure is literally a walking corpse, a revenant haunting an entire city block, ninjas who say they're part of a league of something, and something called Lazarus water that I'm pretty sure is causing a generational curse on the city. Oh, and I think Batman may be Bruce Wayne. Anyways, I'm at the hotel. I'm not sure what bar you're at but if you could call me, that would be great..." Phantom shuffles uncertainly before leaning forward to turn off the camera.

Batman and Danny stare at the large screen in silence.

Who would've thought he'd get a performance review in under two months of working with the JLD? Not him, definitely. The panic of oh my Ancients, I'm going to lose my job, wars with oh my Ancients, he knows I think he's Bruce Wayne.

"Do you have anything to contribute before we continue?" Batman asks gruffly.

Danny grimaces and shakes his head. He does actually: he wants to apologize, say that he'll be more professional in the future and that he didn't actually know anybody - especially not Batman, one of the founders of the original Justice League - reviewed field logs. Instead, he keeps quiet. Just like how he normally does when Zatanna and Deadman ask if anything's wrong. How working with Constantine has been. If he's enjoying his job here.

Batman nods as if he expected the answer. "John Constantine has been removed from the mentorship program with the JLD. Furthermore, the Justice League has placed a hiatus on JLD membership until resources can be allocated to provide proper support for onboarding members. Given your aptitude is more scientific and less magical application, Superman, Wonder Woman, and I have decided to offer you a new position that may be more suitable."

"I-uh," Danny gapes. Was Constantine just fired?

"You would be relocated to Gotham City, New Jersey, to complete an apprenticeship. Given your experience in the JLD, we recommend you to join a smaller Justice League affiliate, such as the Titans or Young Justice. This would provide you more support, direct leadership, and utilize your versatile powerset."

Batman clicks through a presentation - field logs minimized, the new slide is recognizable heroes in a lineup. Black Canary, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Red Hood, all surrounded by their team members.

"Uh." Danny answers. He's still stumped on the fact that he's leaving the JLD after less than two months. Granted, he's not had the best two months. It kinda was... horrible, actually. Constantine ditched him at every turn, he was assigned missions to deal with magical beings he'd never even heard of, and he had back-to-back missions. It was exhausting. "Uh. Sorry, wait, an apprenticeship in New Jersey? With who?"

The whites of Batman's eye mask stares at him.

"The apprenticeship would be with me."

[croxovergoddess]

Why does this feel familiar??

Funny commission for @kradeiz!

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[wobbegong800]

Some scenes from chapters 18-22 of Liketolaugh’s fic More Like Home. Vlad finds out what happens when you get the attention of the Bats.

[touchofhemlocktea]

This is inspired by a post where the Fentons, including Danny and Jazz, get arrested by the Justice League. The Doctors Fenton are sent to prison. Danny was placed in a League run foster/youth detention center as a youth at risk of becoming a villain, and Jasmine was completely cut off from him as a potential risky influence.

If you recognize the prompt, please send it btw.

In one of the Reblogs they mentioned Waller recruiting the Doctors so....

"We've lost contact with the Youth Probation facilities. A Type 3 System lock down was signaled before communications went dark."

Bruce watches the way Tim subtlty shifts his weight, a repressed show of worry that has Bruce's stomach clutching before he even opens his mouth. "Nightwing entered the facilities approximately 15 minutes before the lock down triggered. Back up comms have been completely cu-"

Screens flicker to life, Oracle cursing in the comms. Nightwing has been suspended in the omega grade super interrogation restraints. Multiple guard bots are stationed around the cell. Daniel Fenton, recent addition to the facility, steps into frame.

"Approximately 3 weeks after Doctors Jack and Madeline Fenton were placed in New York State's maximum security penitentiary, paperwork was filed indicating their transfer to an non existent facility.

The Director of Project X, Amanda Waller constripted them.

You will get my parents out of Waller's clutches safely. You will have proof that they will be safe from Waller or anyone who would exploit them.

If I lose my parents, you lose your son."

The feed cuts before anyone can respond. Oracle clears her throat. "B, a large file attachment was sent to multiple reporters and leak sites from the facility. What's the plan?"

[nerdpoe]

Clark Kent is firmly in his civilian persona. This is a problem, given that the airplane he's on with Lois is about to collide with another plane on the runway.

He can see the other plane about to t-bone them, and is fully prepared to...somehow fumble his way through an explanation as to why he disappeared and superman took his place, but the meta kid sitting next to him has a different idea.

The meta kid let's out a strangled shriek, grips the armrests of the seat, and the entire plane goes intangible.

The other plane delicately just...glides through their plane, and everyone on their plane and everyone on the other plane just stare at each other as they pass by in horrified silence.

The people seated where the other planes engines are passing through harmlessly initially let out a few terrified screams, but they taper off when they realize that nothing is happening.

Then it's over.

The kid, hyperventilating, lets go of the armrests once the other plane has completely cleared them, and immediately goes for one of those little baggies to empty the contents of his stomach.

His nose is bleeding, his ears are bleeding, and he looks dazed. He clearly overdid it.

Clark is running a hand up and down his back, trying to get him comfortable, while the other passengers and crew stare at the kid in awe.

After all, there's only one person acting like this after something as insane as making every single person intangible. It has to be the kid. The kid has to be a meta, and that meta just saved all of them.

But the kid peeks up at Clark, eyes full of fear, and says something that makes his heart drop into his stomach.

"Please don't tell my parents."

[cheshire-cat-lenalee2]

[unclefather]

can’t risk it

[bentejam]

THIS PIECE OF PICTURE WORKS. 

[fakesurgery]

Gotta take all the chances…..

[fit-beach-tea]

Never risk it

[bbylilithian]

Too close to final’s week

[maggierobots]

I could use it.

[mythical-illustrator]

Why not, spread the luck

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP fanfic Idea: New Money

The ghost zone doesn't have a formal form of currency. Depending on which part of the zone one is in, a trade could be made, or a Deal can be struck, but coins can rarely, if ever, be exchanged.

Every subculture that forms in the zone can eventually develop its own currency, but it will only have value within its territory. An example would be the credit crystals that the Far Frozen have developed, with a corresponding amount of funds floating inside their iced rocks. Still, if a Yeti were to travel even a foot outside their snowy mountains, the stones would become an interesting clothing choice and nothing else.

Ghosts value emotions more than any amount of gold or coin. Oftentimes, the most powerful of ecto beings would battle it out if a child's favorite teddy bear somehow found its way into the zone, though the thin cracks between worlds or an entire army of ghost mercenaries could be bought with a single pair of favorited socks.

It may not seem as much to the living, but to ghosts who could see the attachment embedded into the item, it meant everything. Some emotions could even be eaten off of the items if they were fresh enough, and while it did give a power boost, most of the time, the emotions were positive.

If a negative emotion was eaten, Ghosts could quickly become addicted to it, and when cut off from the negative emotion, they could soon fall apart in seconds.

Spectra was a famous example used in the zone as a precautionary tale for all new ghosts. Her beauty and power were only a facade to her desperation for angst emotions, and she flouted about the Zone, always on the hunt for her next fix.

It was pretty sad to see.

A few ghosts did their best to limit additions, such as Walker, who established himself a section of the zone using his great sense of justice that he had died with. He found human contraband that came into the zone unnaturally, sealing them away in his haunt.

These items usually had lickings of anxiety, desperation, or even fear attached to them and could quickly turn any ghost into a violent sort.

Walker's mission since his creation was to limit this exposal. He even arrested various ghosts that went to the human world through unnatural means, a majority coming back contaminated with human emotions and becoming a danger to fellow ghosts.

Most of these ghosts had items on them that were deemed worthless once all emotion was sucked out. Walker usually had his men take them to the Dump.

The Dump in the Ghost Zone was an extensive collection of worthless items gathered at the far right. It was known as a neutral section of the Zone, as every civilization and haunt often traveled there to eliminate clutter. Everything unwanted usually finds its way to the Dump.

Danny, after having a trial with Walker and coming to the understanding that he was not, in fact, attempting to make his fellow Ghosts addicted to anger- cause apparently a majority of Walker's prisoners were in there because of their exposal to Danny!- he was directed to the Dump to rid of his worthless ripped bag.

Danny had flown there expecting mountains and mountains of garbage. What he found instead were islands made entirely of gold. He flouted over the piles and piles of jewels, gold coins, random bills, and valuable items, gaping at the long collection that went further than his eye could see.

"What is all of this?" He gasps just as Box Ghost floats by carrying a jewelry box. He flips it open and shakes out a necklace with a diamond as large as Danny's palm onto the pile of jewelry. He gives Danny a friendly wave when they make eye contact.

He proudly flouts over to Danny, taking the neutral status of the Dump to heart. No fighting was allowed in this territory, much like Truce Day; all ghosts abided by this rule.

"The Box Ghost was lucky to be near a natural portal leading to the Human world's sea. This small rectangular object was once beloved by a grandmother, and now it is all mine!" He cheers, holding the jewelry box, practically half rotted and dripping wet over his head. A faint, gentle green glow surrounded it.

Danny blinks, pointing down at the necklace. "What about that? Aren't you going to keep it?"

"The Box Ghost has no need for useless stones!" The floating man even sticks his tongue to the necklace that could pay for Danny's college education (If it were real).

Only half joking, Danny asks, "Can I have it then?"

Box Ghost blinks, then gestures to the mountains and mountains of wealth. "If the Ghost Child wishes for a garage, he can take whatever he likes. No one will mind. Though, why would you waste time on soulless items? Box Ghost can not be sure!"

Box Ghost flies away laughing as if Danny was the one to mock for wanting a diamond necklace. He watches the ghost go before turning back to the mountains and mountains of shimmering gold.

Deciding to fly through the Dump to see what else he can find, Danny begins exploring- but not before taking the necklace- and later comes upon an island dedicated to various human clothing that looked like it came from hundreds of eras. He finds himself dressing up like a Lord of Old for fun when he happens upon leather bags.

Seeing as no one was there to stop him, Danny filled up each bag with chains and jewels, flying home in his new get up. He figured he could use some of the funds even if the gold was fake.

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Oliver Queen is new money. His wealth came from only three generations ago, and while that is rather impressive, it held no candle to families like the Waynes.

The Waynes were old money, and their galas showed it. Every time old Brucie called him to celebrate, Oliver went along only to keep his company board happy.

They couldn't afford to offend one of their most prominent investors even if there were no thoughts behind Bruce Wayne's eyes. Oliver would have enjoyed himself more at these parties- if there was one thing Bruce Wayne knew how to do: throw a fantastic party- but sadly, he had to deal with the other old-money people who attended Bruce's parties.

The passive aggression reminders that he would never been on their level, the choking humiliation, the constant looking down on him. Well, it got exhausting. Especially since Oliver spent so much of his free time fighting for justice and trying to make the world a better place. These people talked and acted like they were above it all.

Like nothing could touch them, even when a majority of them were the cause for so much darkness, Oliver faced as Green Arrow.

He needed a stronger drink.

"Rather self-important for new money, isn't he?" A woman whispers loudly, mocking in every inch of her tone. Oliver's eyebrow twitches as he drowns his glass. He turns towards the voice, somewhat ready to cause a scene so he can go home, but it is a surprise to find that the gossiping woman isn't facing him

Rather, they are turned towards a young man, likely late teens, who is currently piling his plate high with sweets. The boy glances in the woman's direction before snorting unattractively and adding more to his plate.

Oliver is mildly impressed that he could make the woman flush with rage without saying anything. He had never seen the kid before, but he almost looked like a new Wayne with his dark hair and sparkling blue eyes.

He finds his feet walking towards the teenager before he can think about it. Something interesting may be at this gala after all.

"Hey, you seemed to really like fudge. Have you tried the raspberry ones? It's the best." He starts gesturing to a familiar chef's name in front of a chocolate tray. He had a sample of their work only a week ago when Batman brought some to the Watch Tower.

It was absolutely heaven.

The teen considered the pink color fudge before he took three cudes. With his bare hands. Well. New money, indeed.

"Thanks!" The boy chirps after stuffing one in his mouth and savoring the flavor.

"You're welcome. My son, Roy, really likes it too." He smiles as the boy glances towards where his adoptive son is currently chatting with Jason Todd. Those two find themselves attached to the hip whenever there is a gala. Maybe Roy will bring him home for the holidays soon. "I'm Oliver Queen, owner of Queen Industries."

"Danny Fenton," The boy responds slightly hesitantly. "Do all rich people do that? Add what makes them rich to their inductions?"

Oliver snorts, "Only the real tacky ones."

"Okay, Mr. Owner of Queen Industries."

Oh Oliver like this kid. He grins, ignoring the jab. "And what about you? What made you rich enough to be here to tonight."

The kid's eyes gain a certain glint of humor as he shrugs. "One man's trash is another man's treasure."

Oliver moves to ask what he means, but Brucie shows up then, and he can't find a way out of the conversation. He's buttering up to the big idiot, knowing he lost sight of the strange boy.

Afterward, Oliver looks into Danny Fenton, only to find that the boy somehow appears out of nowhere with billions of dollars but no known source of where he got them. It also seems Batman was already on the case, assuming the boy was counterfeiting somehow, but Oliver didn't get that sense from the kid.

Something wasn't adding up about the boy, but he didn't think it was illegal. He just had to convince the big bad bat of that. If only it could be as easy as convincing Bruce Wayne to spend millions of dollars.

[sakuravalenp]

Twin nurture project - DC x DP

Classic Demon twins, but Damian and Danyal has been fundamentally raised different on purpose to test which approach was better.

Damian has been raised for combat and quick missions. He's good with weapons, sneaking on people, giving one quick effective blow, and retreating quickly just to approach from a different angle with more strength. He's efficient. He was raised to be obedient, never leaving the leagues walls for long, just short one hit missions. Never really learning about the outside world. Damian rarely ever knew about his victims more than their name and face.

Danyal was raised for spionage, infiltration and information gathering. He can defend himself well enough as an Al-ghul, but they focused his education on poisons. He learned the art of manipulation and how to fit seemingly within a society even without knowing a single thing about it, just with a couple of hours of observation. He had to be good at thinking for himself because he was meant to work within uncontrolled environments; you can't plan out month long interactions. His missions were long and ended silently.

Danyal knew every single detail from his victims, he spent months gaining kids trusts enough to get into their homes. Acting the part of the perfect friend and sneaking into off limits parts of the house for information. Playing the innocent lost kid if discovered. Ending whole powerful families with a single drop in the juice jar.

The issue was that with Danyal spending so much time on outside missions, he knew there was more out there. And as much as Danyal tried, it was impossible for a little kid to not get attached to people after a couple of months. It was after Danyals seventh family that he was starting to break. This kid in particular had had similar tastes to Danyal, and he had barely needed to act out a new personality to become closer. It had made it all so much more difficult to maintain non-personal.

That was his friend he had just killed.

It wasn't the first time he had thought that. He always mentally reproached himself, because those weren't friends, they were simply tools he had used. Except, this time it was harder to deny it. That was when Danyal decided he had to leave the league.

Despite the different ways they were being raised the twins were close. Sure, the adults around them were grading they're development and competing their results, but ultimately, they're opposite upbringing was also meant to make them complementary. They were taught to use each other strength to cover their own faults. Hyper-specializing the kids was a side effect that was expected of this experiment, and Talia had made sure Damian and Danyal knew to depend on each other, as they would need so to survive.

So it wouldn't come to a surprise that Danyal wanted to leave with Damian. He just wasn't aware of how different their world views were. Damian was quick to tell mother of Danyals nonsensical fantasy, a decision he would soon regret when Danyal laid in front of him in the brink of death.

It was meant to be a message for Damian, to keep behaving or he would end the same. It did the opposite. Damian dared to go against grandfather for the first time that day, taking his brothers body and running to the Lazarus pit with everything he had. It was lucky he was the twin train for combat. It was lucky his mother helped. He kept whispering reassurances and apologize to his twin.

"I am so sorry, I am so sorry Danyal. It will be okay. The Lazarus will heal you and then we will leave like you wanted. We will go where ever you want. I promise."

But Danyal never surfaced from the Lazarus waters.

With one twin gone, and Damian's crude awakening to the league of assassin's cruelty. Talia deemed it too dangerous for Damian to stay, and quickly brought him to Bruce.

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In commemoration of webtoon/manhwa adaption, I wanna start a tag game about GSGW/GDCG.

Your First & last impression of 5 GSGW/GDCG characters? (Pick ANY five characters you want to talk about)

1. Baek Saheon

First: Typical Daydream employee, how is Soleum putting up with him?

Last: Self-preserving tsundere to the max

2. Park Minseong

First: Bright & nice guy (Haven't thought much before the kindergarten arc)

Last: DAMNNNNN TEACHER, single parents' dreamboat (also, end his suffering😭)

3. Agent Choi

First: Absolute Hero material (That vein recognition scene? HOTTT)

Last: #1 Soleum fumbler, can't live without him nowwww

4. Director Cheong

First: Capitalism final boss, just a sketchy & authoritative higher up character.

Last: Cheong can step on me, evil woman in a suit with hard-earned POWER? AMEN🙏

5. Braun

First: Another TV head showhost. With strong values about his show? Interesting. (Did not expect him to be a recurring character)

Last: YOU ARE A SUCH GOOD GOOD FRIEND TO SOLEUM, YOU HANDSOME, SEXY & CUTE TV MAN📺 I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOUUUU😭

I would like to tag:

@constalation-bored-anarchist @sylveaugust @patogi @catsaurofmagiccomedy @creamkirin @reescookies @cows-quack @imusteatsomeone @just-gingerkat @momentaryl0ss @everyonesfavoritebastard

(Anyone who wants to join, PLEASE FEEL FREE TO JOIN IT!!)

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I did this animatic based on 'Too Many Identities' by PlotBunniesAteMyBrain on AO3!! because it took over my life for like two weeks and I couldn't think about anything else!! I hope you all like it, and go give the fic a read, it's really well done!!! <33

TW: there is blood in the animatic and also ectoplasm acting like blood!!

The song is 'Ramalama (Bang Bang)' by Róisín Murphy

[alien-slushie]

Steph, makeup smeared and ruined: This is a mess. How am I going to do out like this?!

Tim: Its not that-

Phantom: *popping in from the ground and pausing* Wow Darling, need some help?

Steph: Who the flip-

Tim: What are you?

Phantom: *sitting mid air as he pulls a makeup kit out of his chest* Names Phantom, here wash your face with this.

Steph: *cautiously eyeing the wet wipes he gave her* These aren't drugged somehow, are they?

Phantom, huffing: You living beings are so paranoid. They're just makeup wipes. *turning to Tim* Please remove your hand from my chest cavity.

Tim: *has his hand going through Phantom's back and popping out his chest. he blushes in embarrassment and removes his hand.* Sorry.

Steph: Finished.

Phantom: Good. Now, where are you two going? *pulls out some foundation* Any makeup allergies?

Steph: No allergies.

Tim: Well were heading to a rave down town, but due to a mishap with a flower pot, some jello, a duck, and a garden hose, well, her makeup was a casualty.

Phantom: Oof, sounds rough. Close your eyes for me Darling, red, green, or purple?

Steph: Purple.

Phantom, nodding: Purple is definitely your color.

Tim: So, what were you doing around here?

Phantom: I got bored, so I decided to explore. *twists his head upside down to get a better look* Hmm should blend more here. Glitter?

Steph: Do you even need to ask?

Tim: What are you? You came from the ground and you can pull stuff out of your body, and twist your head all weird, and my hand went entirely through you! Are you a demon?

Phantom: *snorts as he sprays Steph with purple glitter* I'm a ghost. *shifts so his legs turn into his ghost tail* See? *goes back to sitting in the air*

Tim: But-wait I've seen and heard of ghosts before! You're nothing like them.

Phantom: Lighter or darker lip? I have lavender, amethyst, violet, and royal plum. We could also do a lighter top and darker bottom? *holds up his options before turning his head around to look down at Tim* Those were probably earth bound ghosts. I run on different rules.

Tim: What? But-

Steph: Oh let's do the Amethyst and Royal Plum. Got any glitter to go over top?

Phantom: Darling, I always got glitter. You want a finer glitter or a bigger one? I also have a gloss with stars!

Steph: Ooh stars!

Phantom: Fantastic choice!

Tim: Steph, are you not concerned about this?

Steph: Not really. I mean, he seems cool, and he seems to know what he's doing. *goes quiet so Phantom can paint the lipstick on* Besides, I have a feeling if he wanted to hurt us, he would have.

Phantom: Very true. Blot your lips. Okay hold still I'm almost done. *pulls a mirror out of his chest* Not too bad considering we're in an alley with bad lighting.

Steph: Not too bad? This is amazing! We'll be late if we don't leave soon, but is there any way I can contact you for some makeup tips? Also I definately want these lipsticks, you have to take me to buy them.

Tim: He's a ghost, its not like he has a phone or something-

Phantom, shoving the makeup box back into his chest: I can give you my sigil, but I have to key it to you and you alone so; Can I have you name?

Steph: Stephanie! But call me Steph! Its nice to meet you Phantom. *holds out her hand*

Phantom, eyes glowing faintly: Likewise. *grabs her hand* I look forward to a fulfilling friendship. *green light flashes between their hands, looking like chains for a second before vanishing. when Phantom took his hand back a peice of paper no bigger than a bookmark remained in Steph's hand* That's my sigil, when you want to contact me press this symbol here, and say my name. If its an emergency, press here and say my name.

Steph: Cool! *admiring the sigil in awe*

Tim: *pinching between his brows* Bruce is going to have my freaking head.

Can be related to this if you want, just after a really long time lapse.

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DC X DP Crossover (or outsider pov)

Danny wants to walk everywhere, flyings too convenient or something, he wants to do something more adventurous!

Either he’s unaging or in another universe just to train, what execatly? Uhhh? His people skills? Point is if it’s another universe the time conversion rate is inconsiquential, like 100 years is 100 seconds in his home world.

Okay so…basically he walks. Thats the whole premise 😭 stay with me here.

Danny just chatting up or entertaining anyone who want to talk to him and at one point he just goes to Gotham, and commuting is not too unusual. Well, until it is, like Danny will just walk the entire crime alley, the fancy streets, get to a secluded island NEAR Gotham, with no like… flying or transportation or powers that they know of. Somehow.

The bats are just like, ‘hey I’ve seen that guy on my patrol route!’ ‘Oh! Me too!’ ‘Me too…’ ‘uh, yeah, same here??’

Obviously, they research, cause where is this kid even going?? Is he just…walking without a destination!?

Danny is stopping at places, of course, but he has to contemplate a bit and usually circles a city at least 5 or more times, which can take however fucking long.

Right. Anyways, they check all the cities he’s been seen in, not just where he’s been in Gotham, cause he’s so obviously not a local.

And he’s just been…everywhere man…

I’d like to think that he gets acquainted with entire random ass small towns too, the whole population of like three digits or less. Like north, east, south, west? Yeah, the villagers know Danny! Oh, which ones specifically? uh, all of them.

It would be so fun for Danny to get an absolute dompamain rush every time he randomly meets someone on his journey that’s like— a celebrity in their field, maybe not an actual celebrity cause that’s boring. Yawn. Like randomly meeting the director of something of some on vacation/in their home town.

He’d die of happiness coming across secluded scientists in their fields and just getting to hear all the worlds most exclusive audiobooks ever. He’d totally freak 10 times more if it was space related, and I reckon his mini travel phone book he has is the most insane line-up of people he just happened to meet. Walking.

It’s important to me that Danny remains youthful in this fic because the absolute comedy of ‘where the hell is this kids parents??’ ‘he walked here alone?? What. Across statelines?!’ ‘to fucking mexico????’

It’s also equally important to me that Danny just writes down notes when he comes across knowledgeable people so he can read up on it and just come back and be having a whole entire converstation on their level, power move. Probably be thinking ‘Im pretending to be an expert so I can talk to these really cool people to impress them’ like dude you know the stuff, your not pretending if you know it??