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He Swears It Was an Accident

Ellie really thought she had the whole normal life thing down. She had a degree, a steady job in R&D at Wayne Enterprises, and she only occasionally glowed in public.

Then Gotham happened.

Some idiot decided to mug her in a dark alley. And listen—she tried not to react too harshly! But he swung a knife, and she panicked, and next thing she knew… there was a body.

So yeah, maybe she freaked out and phased it into the ground. But it was self-defense! Who was gonna dig there anyway??

Fast forward a few years. Construction starts under the building. And guess what they find.

Now Ellie’s sitting on her couch, sipping coffee with an ecto chaser, just waiting for the Bats to show up and ruin her Tuesday.

“Man,” she mutters, “I really can’t have one normal decade, huh?”

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Perplexed Ivy (a DC x DP crossover prompt) 🌿

Danny is dragging himself to his early morning classes at Gotham University (thank you, Wayne Scholarship!), after surviving another sleepless night (curse you, gossipy ghost roommate!).

Just as he’s debating whether coffee counts as breakfast, Poison Ivy bursts from the sidewalk in a swirl of vines and petals.

Danny’s first thought: “Wait—does this mean I can skip class?”

Unfortunately, he’s so exhausted he forgets he doesn’t need to breathe… and inhales a full blast of pollen.

Thankfully, it’s not the flirty kind of pollen—because no one needs that crossover right now.

Instead, it triggers a massive icy sneeze, freezing Ivy’s prized mutant plant solid.

Danny blinks. The last time he sneezed like that, Sam made him replant her entire greenhouse.

…

Moments later, Poison Ivy finds a strange, frazzled Wayne-funded college kid crouched in front of her frozen flora, hands glowing green as he apologizes over and over.

When she steps closer, he looks up, eyes wide with panic.

“Jazz! Please help me! If Sam finds out I did this again, she’s gonna kill me—again!”

There’s a long pause.

Ivy just blinks. “...Who the hell is Sam?”

Danny freezes mid-thaw attempt. “…Not you?”

Ivy has never been this confused in her life.

Written by: AetherWritings

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When Your Haunting Is Just One Big Misunderstanding 👻🦇

Turns out, hauntings aren’t about ghosts who can’t move on. They’re about people who can’t let go.

So when Danny died in front of Batman — and then got better, as he tends to — it should’ve been fine. Except… Batman didn’t take it well.

Now Danny’s stuck haunting the guy. Literally. Invisible. Intangible. Unable to leave Gotham’s broodiest cryptid.

He’s tried to tell them he’s fine — really, truly, not-dead! But his powers are all messed up from the emotional feedback loop of being forcibly tethered to one of the most repressed men alive.

He’s seen things. Family drama. Patrol arguments. Tim’s caffeine habits. Bruce’s nightmares. At this point, Danny knows more about the Waynes than the IRS.

And since Batman won’t let him go, Danny’s only option is to haunt Bruce Wayne into therapy.

Which would be easier if Justice League Dark would stop trying to exorcise him every other week.

💀 Concept by: @artoontory / INFORMATIONMEDIA ✨

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The Gender Reveal Party Gone Wrong

Sam: “Guys, do you mind joining me at this gender reveal party? I got an invitation from some rich woman. She rented an entire hotel in Gotham and apparently told everyone to invite everyone. And I can’t skip this one.”

Danny: “A gender reveal? In Gotham? That already sounds cursed.”

Tucker: “Eh, we’ve got nothing else this weekend. What’s the worst that could happen?”

...

Danny (screaming later): “HOW THE HELL CAN A GENDER REVEAL PARTY GO SO WRONG?!”

Tucker: “Rule number one: never say ‘impossible’ in Gotham. The city hears you.”

Sam (half-buried under balloons and confetti): “Mom, Dad… can we agree to never go to another gender reveal party? Like, ever again? As much as I love gossip, we somehow ended up in the hospital.”

Jeremy: “Pamela, sweetheart, I’m with Samantha. The connections aren’t worth it. Let’s just—avoid Gotham entirely.”

Pamela: “Better idea. Let’s just never attend any gender reveal party ever again. Especially public ones. I don’t want to see a single confetti cannon for at least a year.”

Danny (standing up, covered in pink frosting): “YOU 🫵 HOW DID YOU END UP WITH US?!”

Tim (lying on the floor, drenched in cake): “I DON’T KNOW—I JUST FOLLOWED THE FIRST BLACK-HAIRED, BLUE-EYED PERSON I SAW!”

Turns out, the chaos started way before the cake explosion.

The hostess? A Gotham heiress, being forced into an arranged marriage. Except—plot twist—she’d been secretly in love with Killer Croc for years.

Yeah. That’s right. Croc saved her from a creep once, and it turned into a whole forbidden romance arc. He’s the father of the baby.

Cue the dramatic reveal: Croc shows up holding her coat while she announces their love to a crowd of Gotham’s rich elites. Her parents actually accept them, but then—

GASP

There’s someone else who’s in love with her. The Riddler.

They were childhood friends, and he’s been obsessed ever since. Except... it turns out he’s been secretly sleeping with the guy she was supposed to marry.

Everything spirals from there—screaming, glass breaking, Croc trying not to eat someone, confetti cannons going off mid-brawl, and one very traumatized table of Amity Park teens trying to blend into the wallpaper.

By the end of it, no one even remembers the baby’s gender.

Danny, Tucker, Sam, and Tim all end up in the same hospital ward.

And because Tim’s running on three hours of sleep and pure confusion, he just follows them back to Amity Park.

They have a sleepover. They trauma bond. They never mention Gotham again.

🌀 enter the rift → MATIONMEDIA

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Dead on Main: Jason Meets Danny

Danny made a manual for the recently deceased, but the ghost lawyers freaked out over copyright. So he goes online… to find someone who can actually write it. Because let’s be real—the ghosts have been dead too long. There’s too much they don’t know.

Jason’s just scrolling Tumblr when he sees it: someone describing the exact place he’s been dreaming about since he died. A land of the dead. A place between places. And now… they need help writing a manual about it.

Jason hasn’t written much since dying… but this? This might be real. And what kind of Bat wouldn’t keep an eye on someone who seems to know everything about the afterlife? Not that he’s watching for fun. Nope. Totally practical reasons. Readmore

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He Swears It Was an Accident

Ellie really thought she had the whole normal life thing down. She had a degree, a steady job in R&D at Wayne Enterprises, and she only occasionally glowed in public.

Then Gotham happened.

Some idiot decided to mug her in a dark alley. And listen—she tried not to react too harshly! But he swung a knife, and she panicked, and next thing she knew… there was a body.

So yeah, maybe she freaked out and phased it into the ground. But it was self-defense! Who was gonna dig there anyway??

Fast forward a few years. Construction starts under the building. And guess what they find.

Now Ellie’s sitting on her couch, sipping coffee with an ecto chaser, just waiting for the Bats to show up and ruin her Tuesday.

“Man,” she mutters, “I really can’t have one normal decade, huh?”

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Would you like a Damian version next (Ellie working at WE and Damian showing up instead of the full Batfam)?

You said:

yes , and give credit any by names

ChatGPT said:

Title: Coffee, Corpses, and Terrible Timing

Ellie swore she had the whole “normal” thing under control. Degree? Job at Wayne Enterprises R&D? Definitely not committing supernatural crimes? ...mostly

Then Gotham decided to be Gotham.

Some random mugger thought jumping a woman with glowing eyes was a good idea. It was not. Ellie panicked, swung back— and, uh… may have accidentally phased him six feet under. Literally.

She figured no one would ever find the guy. Gotham’s full of skeletons, right? What’s one more?

…Until construction started under the lab.

Now she’s sitting on her couch, clutching her coffee like a lifeline, watching the Bat-symbol flash through her window.

And when Robin steps in, frowning and holding a case file, Ellie just sighs.

“Look, before you say anything—”

Damian: “You buried a man in the floor.” Ellie: “Technically, I phased him into the floor.” Damian: “That is not better.” Ellie: “It’s also not my fault Gotham doesn’t come with ghost insurance.”

He stares at her for a long moment, then mutters, “Father is going to hate this report.”

💚 Credit: Concept & writing by @artoontory / INFORMATIONMEDIA ✨