#danny phantom crossover

[unluckyleprechaun]

Danny barging into the wayne mansion wearing a hoddie and holding a tray of fudge.

"WHERE IS THE OLD MAN?!"

All the bats and birds panicing bc a random broke theu their security measures. Bruce being first to look at him"hey now, i dont think i'm~"

he gets cut off by Danny. "NOT YOU! THE OLD MAN!"

Alfred steps out of the dining room fixing his gloves and suit. Before he can speak danny shoves the plate of fudge in his hands"Happy fathers day from thomas and his wife. They have not stopped hounding me for weeks. And im tired. Please tell me i can say their baby brucie is fine." He says half pleading.

Alfred breaks a small smile before laughing lightly"yes indeed. They are doing well. I am so terribly sorry to have put you in this position. Perhaps we can make it up to you by having you stay for dinner?"

Bruce and the kids are glading ready for a fight unsure of how to interact in this moment."Umm Alfred, do you know this kid?" Dick asks breaking the silence.

Danny turns to him"are you baby brucie? Bc i swear to ancients i need to punch you and i hope you are an adult." Silence as crickets sounds before dick breaks down laughing."no he is behind you ready to punch you himself. Can umm you explain?"

Danny pauses thinking a moment before amiling"you offered me free food. I will gladly accept! Oh! That reminds me! The fudge isnt poisoned or ecto contaminated. So it is safe for normal humans to consume as well as whatever the hell you all are." He waves and follows Alfred theu to the kitchen.

Bruce panic buttons the rest to come home for dinner. This is gonna be a long night.

Meanwhile tim is texting Kon to being supes and jon with him to dinner tonight. Things are about to be spicy!

[sorensouls]

Boys whose parents tried to kill em

[commercialyhealthy]

FASHION ICON

There's this occurrence, in where everytime Danny goes to a different realm in the ghost zone, his ring and crown automatically vibrates and changes his whole outfit to match the culture of the realm, if his in the far frozen his attire changes into something that matches the leader who is frostbite, so he would have those fancy winter clothes that is made from fur.

And if his in Pandora's realm he would wear a chiton that the ancient rulers of Greece would wear, with Princess Dorothea and Prince Aragon, he basically makes his attire the same as the two siblings but makes it fancier -he's a show-off.

But the fun part is this wardrobe change also happens in his human form, the crown, and the ring base Danny's attire to match the city spirit,

If he is in Gotham, his phantom wardrobe matches with Lady Gotham which is on point, a Gothic Victorian era style, and when his human he happily dresses himself as Goth (Sam approves), and when he's in Metropolis, the city spirit is more modern than the previous city so when his phantom he mostly wears an elegant suit with a cape that looks like it has been cut out of space itself, while if his in Human form he just looks like a rich nepo baby, button up white blouse with a cardigan on top of it and pants that looks newly pressed.

Everyone outside of Amity Park eyes Danny like some fashion icon, but when it comes to Amity Parkers, they just eye him up and down and nod in respect, because Amity Park's city spirit is Phantom himself- he's basically his own city spirit, and given that he goes parading around town like Adam Sandler, but when his in another city, his whole vibe changes.

because even Adam Sandler gets hoes

[soulless-bex]

Tim during Bruce-quest meets Danny Fenton and comes to a few conclusions. 1) Danny is something not quite human 2) Danny’s parents, while not actively harming him, clearly consider him to be a lesser being for being not quite human 3) there are not many lines left for the Doctors Fenton to cross before they are actively harming their son and 4) someone should probably remove Danny from his parents before things go south.

so he just. takes him. and Danny lets him. they rescue Bruce and return to Gotham and Danny is Still There. he’s just not leaving. he’s not actively helping with anything either, and neither Danny or Tim offers any sort of explanation for the current situation. Danny just sort of becomes Tim’s supernatural arm-candy

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

[kayyeh1]

Left in a lab

DP x DC Prompt

Superman cautiously hovered down the decrepit stairs further down into the hidden bunker, listening as Batman held the rear, and other members of the justice league were further behind, finishing scouting previous areas.

Once at the bottom of the long, long stairs he’s gazed into a hallway, many doors branching off to the sides, but dusty old signage seemed to point to the importance of two double doors at the very end, prominent in their heavy duty design. These were doors meant to keep others out; or something in Superman thought worriedly.

He received the all clear from Batman, they would continue. The other rooms would have to be checked as well. Who knew what sort of labyrinth might be hiding within he didn’t know, but the end of the hall was calling to him.

The whole place was creepy. He’d seen the worst of the universe before, but creepy places never got more familiar. Maybe that was a good thing. Kept him cautious, ready for action. The sinking feeling of dread was always horrible though, he thought to himself, as he flinched at a stain on the floor in the corner of his eye.

It the hallway looked almost… medical. Aside from a few spills on the floor, it was all clean white walls. Only dust and spiderwebs marring the otherwise well-kept place. Decay and rot hadn’t found its way into this sealed space yet.

He later wished so much for that thought to be true.

Finally, carefully the doors were opened, they had brought power back to the facility earlier, though not everything was in working order.

Lightbulbs only lasted so long, and other locked doors appeared to have been purposely sabotaged on their way there. The door unlocked with Batman’s hacking, but they needed his strengths to be pried open.

Just a second before they were though, his super senses noticed a stench permeating from the room.

It smelled like death

The doors were open before he could react however, and the rest of the team smelled it too. Batman somehow became even more alert, quickly glancing around for the source, though it wasn’t hard to find. The room was large, though mostly empty. There was a main console a few feet directly from the entry doors and a large sealed room covered in thick glass behind it.

Almost none of the lights worked in this room. Just a red emergency light and a flickering LED that had turned on when they entered. At first they couldn’t see anything inside the seemingly empty sealed room, the back left corner was entirely in shadow. It was clear however that this was where the smell was coming from.

As his eyes adjusted to the light, he quickly noticed something creeping outside the thick shadow in the corner, the first thing noticed by the others he was sure.

A hand. A horribly small, skeletal hand.

His eyes were better than most however. And he could see within the thick black shadows what the hand was attached to. A child. It was facing with its back to them, huddled in on itself. It looked like instead of legs however, it had some sort of short, snakelike tail. Likely a meta of some sort. Or maybe even another alien.

He gasped quietly, breathing in more of the smell. All the more terrible now for knowing what was making it. Batman looked over to him immediately, and then quickly stalked closer towards the cell (what else could the room have been but a containment cell?) until he could make out what Superman had seen.

He quickly glanced back to Superman— whose feet were now on the floor — and gave him a questioning look with a subtle tilt of his head. Superman slowly shook his head and lowered it in silence. In grief. No. There was no heartbeat. No breathing. Someone had sealed a child in here and left them to rot. Not even taking the body.

Well, he could do something about that at least. He stomped towards the glass noisily, intending to break it in his anger. Normally he’d find a door and just go about it the normal way but he was distraught and need to take it out on SOMETHING. As Batman stepped to the side he knew he had his permission for it too. But the he noticed something in the darkness as he came forward.

The hand twitched

[neonnewsfeed]

Danny Fenton Joins Gotham Academy’s Debate Team and Accidentally Becomes the Only Person Villains Will Negotiate With

Gotham Academy starts a debate team to “encourage civic engagement.”

Danny Fenton signs up because he thinks it’s about arguing for fun.

Damian signs up because he intends to win.

This is already a mistake.

Danny’s approach to debate is… unconventional. He doesn’t research like everyone else. He just walks into the room, listens for a bit, and then says things that feel less like arguments and more like he already knows how it’s going to end.

“Your plan falls apart in about ten minutes,” Danny tells an opponent calmly. “You’re relying on people staying scared, and they won’t.”

“…Based on what evidence?”

Danny shrugs. “It just doesn’t stick.”

He wins anyway.

It becomes a pattern.

He predicts outcomes he shouldn’t be able to predict. Calls out logical flaws before they’re fully explained. Ends arguments with unsettling confidence, like he’s already watched them fail somewhere else.

Damian hates that it works.

Then Gotham’s villains notice.

It starts small. A low-level rogue takes hostages near campus. The police prepare for a standard standoff.

Danny walks past the perimeter, hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” he calls up to the window. “This isn’t going to go how you think.”

Everyone freezes.

The rogue shouts back something aggressive. Danny just tilts his head, listening—not to the man, but to something else entirely.

“No, yeah, I get why you’re doing this,” Danny says after a moment. “But the exit you’re planning? That route’s blocked. You didn’t see it, but it is.”

There is no way he should know that.

The rogue hesitates.

“Also,” Danny adds, almost apologetically, “you’re about to get surrounded from the back in, like, two minutes.”

“…What?”

Danny checks an invisible clock. “One minute, actually.”

The rogue surrenders.

The police later confirm the backup units Danny mentioned were en route, but had not been announced yet.

This happens again.

And again.

Soon, the rumor spreads: there’s a kid at Gotham Academy who can tell you how things end.

Some villains start asking for him.

Not Batman.

Not Gordon.

Danny.

Damian is deeply offended.

“This is not your responsibility,” Damian snaps after the third incident.

Danny frowns. “I mean… it kinda is? If I know it’s going to go badly, shouldn’t I say something?”

“You should not be able to know.”

“Yeah,” Danny says, quieter this time. “I’ve been told that.”

Because here’s the part no one else sees.

Danny doesn’t just guess outcomes.

He feels them.

Like echoes. Like the future brushing up against the present just long enough to leave a mark.

Bad endings feel cold. Heavy. Wrong.

And Gotham is full of them.

But when Danny speaks—when he nudges things, shifts a choice, changes a single moment—those endings… move.

Not disappear.

Just… change shape.

Damian realizes it slowly, reluctantly.

Danny isn’t predicting the future.

He’s arguing with it.

And somehow, against all logic, he’s winning.