#dead silent

[alien-slushie]

Danny: Hi, I made the horrible mistake of existing in the same environment as you and calling you "really pretty" where my friends could hear, and they forced me to come bother you. Would you mind looking vaguely amused by me for 5 minutes? Then as soon as they stop watching us I'll make a break for it.

Cass, giggling: Sit, you're funny.

[dafuq-is-sleep]

Steph and Cass had just heard about Phantom, Wonder Woman’s ghost son, and decided to go up to the Watchtower to meet him. They get there and figure out he’s in a viewing room all by himself, looking at the stars. Feeling mischievous Steph asks Cass to spook him, claiming that spooking the ghost would be hilarious.

Cass decides to go with the plan and sneaks through the vents. She plans to drop down behind him and poke him or something. What she wasn’t expecting was for him to suddenly perk up and turn in his seat to look right at her in the vent. How had he noticed her? Not even Superman could notice her if she knew she was sneaking up on him!

Already knowing the plan is a bust she drops down with the intention of introducing and explaining herself when something weird happens. Cass had been trained since birth to read people’s bodies. To her it was her first language. So it surprised her when Phantom seemed to be doing the same to her. Reacting to her in the same way she was reacting to him.

Danny, for his part, is also confused that this bat person seems to be communicating in what he can best describe as a mute form of ghostspeak. She only has a proto-core so she can only project the most basic of intentions to color her emotions but combined with her body movements it’s almost as easy for him to understand as ghostspeak!

It was a silent conversation but the two young heroes quickly struck up a friendship. Cass is happy that she’s met someone she can converse with without any words or sign and Danny’s happy to meet someone who’s capable of understanding and somewhat replying in ghost. The only words shared between them being those that they can’t get through a combination of body language and a weak form of ghostspeak, but they’re mostly entirely quiet.

Cut to half an hour later, Steph is starting to get worried. She hasn’t heard a single sound from inside the room and she’s just about to break in herself when Cass steps out, holding the hand of Phantom who’s for some reason blushing a bright pit green. She says one word that leaves Steph blue screening, “Boyfriend.”

[proneterror204]

Dannys at Wayne enterprise because his parents want to submit their inventions and "scientific" discoverys for official review. He's bored out of his mind and meets this beautiful girl his age and strikes up a conversation with her. (Or he meets a girl and starts to rant like his father.)

Danny: im just saying Orphan has to be a vampire!

????(cass): No.

Danny: Are you kidding me? She moves with far to much elegance and grace to be mortal. Credit to the other bats but they move like mortals. She dances around both rogues and vigilantes!

????(cass): *blushing* No vampire.

Danny: ok maybe not a vampire but like a shadow demon or dhamphir or something! She's to much!

????(cass): orphan. Is. good. What about others?

Danny: oh! stabby robin and red hood are top tier obviously!

????(cass): oh?

Danny: well yeah! Stabby robin practices the art of the sword, a forgotten art in modern times. And red hood shoots pedophiles! Who doesn't like that?

????(cass): Batman.

Danny: well that says something about batman doesn't it. Have you seen the first Robin's outfit? Oof!

*in cass's ear*: Red Robin here. Good job on keeping danny distracted orphan. We're in the process of arresting Danny's parents. Can you keep it up?

????(cass): mhmm. Hey. Cute boy. Take me out to lunch?

Danny: Oh! Yeah! My parents will take hours explaining everything anyway, But uhm. What's your name?

????(cass): call me cass. This is a date, Yes?

Danny: *blushing* oh, uhm, yes. I'm Danny by the way.

Cass: Danny very cute.

Red robin: uhm? You don't have to do that orphan. Hello? ...Please don't make me explain this to B. Orphan?

Batman: Follow. Them.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Steph: Why are we meeting in the school vents?

Cass: I can't risk anyone in the family overhearing. It will ruin my reputation.

Steph: Your reputation? Cass, you're the favorite!

Cass: 1. I'm not the favorite, that's Jarro 2. What I'm about to share with you will ruin everything for me if it gets out

Steph: What is it?

Cass: *Deep Breath* I have a crush

Steph: That's not bad! You made it sound like you broke the no-killing rule or something-

Cass: On Danny Fenton

Steph: WHAT!? FENTON!? AS IN THE BRUCIE WANNABE!?

Cass: I don't know how it happened! One minute I'm judging him with Jay in the corner of the Vladco Gala, and the next I'm picturing us kissing in the moonlight!

Steph: The Vladco Gala!? Isn't that the one Fenton spent the entire night disco dancing in the corner? They weren't even playing disco! It was classical!!

Cass hiding her face in her hands: He looked like an idiot, and all I wanted to do was kiss every inch of his skin.

Steph: Cass....you're better than this

Damian: I agree with Brown. Do better

Cass: Where did you come from!?

Damian: I was here before you, but that'ss irrelevant. Why Fenton? Is it because of his boyish good looks, heart of gold, and clumsy middle-class mannerisms? If so, date a Kent like the rest of us.

[zhelin-thames]

Fuck off Satan

inspired by this post

Danny Phantom, the Ghost King and part-time Justice League member, stood in the Watchtower briefing room, arms crossed and very much trying to look professional. The meeting had been dragging on, and his phone had already buzzed twice, much to Batman’s annoyance.

The third time, it started vibrating again, drawing glares from the Dark Knight and a few raised eyebrows from other Leaguers.

"Phantom," Batman said, his voice a growl.

Danny sighed, pulling out his phone. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Ghost King business doesn’t wait. Let me just—" He hit the answer button with a sharp jab.

"What?!" Danny snapped, glaring at the screen.

The room fell silent. They hadn’t seen Phantom lose his temper like this before.

On the other end, a smooth, deep voice oozed through the speaker.

"Respectfully, my liege, I ask that you reconsider my proposal on—"

Danny cut him off mid-sentence. "Not today, Satan." With an exasperated sigh, he ended the call and pocketed the phone without another thought.

The reaction was immediate. Superman chuckled, Green Lantern grinned, and Flash burst into laughter. Even Wonder Woman's lips twitched upward.

"Nice," Hal said, giving Phantom a thumbs-up. "Solid delivery."

Danny waved it off. "What can I say? He’s persistent, and I’ve got no time for his nonsense today."

But not everyone was laughing. Constantine sat ramrod straight, pale as a sheet, his cigarette dangling precariously from his lips.

"Danny," Constantine croaked, his voice barely above a whisper. "Was that the Satan? Like... Lucifer Morningstar Satan?"

Danny blinked, tilting his head. "Uh, yeah? Who else would it be? Dude’s been pestering me about a territorial dispute with the Infinite Realms for weeks."

The entire room went quiet again, and all eyes turned to Constantine. The seasoned warlock looked like he might pass out on the spot.

"You just hung up on the actual Devil," Constantine hissed, his British accent thick with disbelief.

Danny shrugged. "Yeah, and? He’s one of my subjects. I’m the Ghost King. I outrank him. If he wants to whine about his little hellish boundaries, he can take a number."

Constantine’s eyes darted around the room, desperately seeking someone to share in his existential terror, but the rest of the League didn’t seem to grasp the gravity of what just happened.

"You outrank..." Constantine trailed off, rubbing his temples. "Bloody hell, kid, you don’t just hang up on Lucifer!"

Danny smirked, leaning casually against the wall. "Oh, I do. And I’ll do it again if he calls during League meetings. I’ve got enough on my plate without playing arbiter for Hell’s bureaucracy."

Clark patted Constantine on the shoulder. "Relax, John. Sounds like Danny has it under control."

John groaned. "We’re all doomed."

Danny, unfazed, pulled out his phone again and started texting. "Now, if we’re done freaking out, can we get back to the meeting? Or do I need to block Satan’s number to make that happen?"

The League collectively laughed, except for Constantine, who was muttering something about needing stronger wards and a drink.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Danny needs a Girlfriend Part 1

Title: Dani’s Quest for the Perfect Girlfriend

Dani Phantom had one mission.

Not saving the world. Not hunting ghosts. Not even causing chaos with her ever-growing collection of prank supplies.

No, this mission was far more important: Find Danny a girlfriend.

It wasn’t just because Danny was lonely, though he kinda was. Or because he deserved love, though he definitely did. No, it was because Dani knew her clone-big-brother was an idiot when it came to feelings, and if she didn’t step in, he’d end up married to his thermos.

First, she made a list of qualifications:

Pretty (because, duh)

Strong (to keep up with ghost fights)

Not a psycho (sorry, Vlad)

Not from Amity Park (because wow that dating pool was a radioactive mess)

Okay with half-dead weirdness (because Danny wasn’t exactly “alive” in the normal way)

Her first thought was Sam.

That lasted all of five minutes.

Dani watched from the shadows as Sam lectured a barista about ethical soy milk while also trying to make Danny feel guilty for not using his ghost powers to help with her causes. Then she saw Sam get mad that Danny didn’t want to sneak into a weapons facility for her "activist group." That was the moment Dani decided Sam was a certified hypocrite and maybe just liked Danny’s powers more than Danny himself.

Next came Valerie.

She was cool. Smart. Knew her way around a blaster. But then Dani snooped (for science!) and found the box of “breakup” memorabilia in Danny’s room. Old movie tickets. A crumpled apology note. And a picture of Danny with a black eye and Val scowling at him. Apparently, they'd tried, and it had ended in disaster. Dani put a big red X over Val's name.

And then she left Amity Park.

She visited Metropolis. Too many cape-chasers.

Central City? Too fast. Literally.

Jump City? The Titans were cool, but Dani saw the way Starfire looked at pretty much everyone. Dani was not about to throw her brother into that kind of mess.

City after city, Dani searched. Flew. Snooped. Asked uncomfortable questions. And everyone—everyone—failed her standards.

Until she got to Gotham.

It smelled like smoke and regret, but Dani liked it. It had that edge. The kind of place that birthed survivors.

And that’s where she saw her.

A girl—no, a vision—leaping across rooftops in absolute silence. Her movements were like water and lightning at the same time. She fought like a ballet made of punches. Dani was enthralled.

She followed her. Not in a creepy way. (Okay, maybe a little creepy.)

She watched as the girl took down three thugs twice her size without making a sound. Dani’s crush? Immediate.

Her respect? Solidified when she saw the Bat symbol on the girl’s gear.

She was Black Bat.

When Dani learned her name was Cassandra Cain, she had one thought:

Perfect.

Now, Dani wasn't great at subtlety. Or normal social cues. But she was great at confidence.

Which is how Cassandra found herself face to face with a grinning teenage ghost girl holding out a picture like it was a treasure map.

“Hi!” Dani chirped, floating slightly above the ground for dramatic effect. “My name’s Dani, and this is a picture of my brother, Danny.”

She held out the slightly crumpled snapshot of Danny in mid-battle, hair glowing white, green eyes fierce, with a cat clinging to his shoulder.

“You are a pretty perfect badass,” Dani said with utmost seriousness. “And I would like for you to date my brother.”

Cassandra blinked. Once.

Twice.

Then looked down at the picture.

Then up at Dani.

Then back at the picture.

“…He fights?” she asked, her voice soft, curious.

“Oh yeah. Half-ghost superhero. Kinda died once. Long story. Still figuring out the ‘normal life’ thing. But he’s loyal and kind and dumb in the ‘tries to save everyone and forgets he matters too’ kind of way. Also, he makes really good grilled cheese.”

Cassandra studied Dani for a moment, then took the picture.

“…I’ll think about it.”

Dani beamed.

That was practically a yes.

And for once in her weird, ghosty afterlife, Dani felt like a hero.

[dat1angel]

DPxDC Prompt: Mutuals

I don't have much for this one, just Danny and Jason being fandom mutuals. They met in the comments section of a fanfic one time and then kept bumping into each other. Comment sections, Tumblr posts, just found a great fic and the other one was the author. I feel like Jason tends to run more author circles and Danny is more of a fan artist than a writer. So maybe he makes fanart of Jason's fics every now and then.

I've seen a few other posts that have Jason write Batman fanfic; either he started before he became Robin and never stopped and/or he does it post-resurrection to piss Bruce off/vent his frustrations by putting the object of his ire in Situations™️. That is definitely something he does in this. Maybe that's how they meet, in the comments of one of Jason's Batman fics.

Anyways, they become close online friends and chat a lot through DMs. They withhold a lot of personal info at first but as they start to trust each other more and get closer they start sharing things about their lives. So when Danny is moving to Gotham for college he tells Jason and because Jason lives there, they decide to meet up irl. Shenanigans ensue.

This can honestly be any ship in my mind because there's nothing saying Danny and Jason have to be the same age so if you don't wanna ship him with Jason you can ship him with Dick and have Danny be older than Jason or with Tim/Duke/Damian/Cass/ect. by having Danny be a bit younger(however much required) and also having enough time have passed for whoever you're shipping him with to be of the right age to date a college aged Danny. You could even go for a non-batfam ship by having Danny meet one of Jason's(or a sibling's) friends(could be a speedster/super/anyone) and getting a crush on them and then Jason decides to help get them together like a real life Meet Cute Strangers-to-Lovers Slowburn Pining 200k Words fic.

[rin-may-1103]

Delilah's Language (part four)

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The nice female scientist (whose name Danny can't remember) turned and started leading them through the crowd. Dr. Trynul huffed but stuck close, probably to try and find a way to discredit Danny's ability. (The two brothers followed silently, just watching with, for some reason, confusion AND excitement.)

Damian turned and looked up (not by much, mind you) at Danny, curiosity oozing off him in purple streaks. "You said they used their whole bodies. Could you clarify?"

Danny hummed, tilting his head as he thought about how to, well, not dumb down the explanation, but make it more digestible. The kid was smart, but he didn't need a whole history lesson topped off with social science and cultural themes. That would just be a waste of time, especially during a birthday party.

"The gorilla language, specifically the purple-backed gorilla dialect I know, uses a fluctuating ratio of gestures and sounds. Somewhere between, like, 75/25 and 85/15. The vocal aspect is used to emphasize." Danny began, nodding his head as he thought it out.

Damian frowned, but green fog floated around his head, showing that he was concentrating on what he was being told and not upset.

"So, a grunt after a gesture could mean it's a statement or fact. Like someone saying they ARE going to do something. A chirp after a gesture could mean a question, like COULD I do this? Unlike human languages, gorillas focus more on straightforward and simple communication. They don't really have any reason to stretch out what they want or need; they just need to make sure the other understands quickly and clearly."

"What, they don't sit around and talk about all the pretty flowers they saw?" Dr. Trynul cut in, rolling his eyes.

"They could," Danny hummed, ignoring the condescending aspect of the question, "they like talking to each other when they have nothing else to do, and they're smart and opinionated creatures. They like pretty things, I'm sure they do talk about pretty flowers or leaves they saw."

"Sure, and I bet they also tell each other about how they keep their fur clean and what mud makes them look bad."

Damian was glaring at the man, obviously getting fed up with the interruption. Danny would usually just ignore the man and slowly drive him crazy to the point he leaves Danny alone by acting oblivious, but Damian looked like he was ready to stab the guy. (Not like Danny would stop him if he did, but like, Danny, as the, for some reason, reasonable adult, should do something about it before that happens.)

Danny glanced at the woman leading them; she was too focused on her conversation with another scientist to be paying attention. Which was good, because what Danny was about to do and say would cause them a lot of problems.

He still wanted to gather more evidence for an air-tight case (Can't do that if other people wanted to look into it), but he could still use what he had right now.

"You know," Danny started, clasping his hands behind his back while keeping a straight face, "I wonder if your colleagues would like to know that you've been manipulating your research data."

Dr. Trynul whipped around and glared at him while Damian and his brothers slowed down in confusion and surprise.

Danny kept walking.

"How dare you accuse me of such scandalous actions? I should report-" he started, quickly speeding up to match Danny's pace.

"Three papers, released to the public and scientific community. Published under a well-known science journal and written by the one and only Dr. Jake M. Trynul." Danny started, glancing at the large glass tank to the left, where a few otters swam by, gleefully splashing around and having fun.

No one but the four people walking with him was paying attention to what he was saying.

"The connection between environmental factors and animal behavior, Gorillas and the effect humans have on them, and finally, your newest paper, the effects of human and gorilla relationships," Danny listed, ticking them off on his hand.

"I might not be a scientist, Dr. Trynul," Danny smiled, stopping and turning to look at the man, "but I do know how to read data and do the math myself. You have blatantly manipulated scientific data gathered by yourself and your team and falsified findings, all so you can trick others and, more specifically, your superiors into investing more money and resources into your research."

Tilting his head, Danny studied the man in front of him, who was flushed red in anger and clammy with nerves. Danny hadn't given any evidence that what he was saying was true yet, but the man still glanced around like someone was going to strip his license right then and there.

(Which was evidence enough if you asked Danny; no one got that nervous over baseless claims.)

"You might happen to remember that I had been allowed to help your team with researching and studying Delilah and her family. An opportunity that allowed me access to the team's whole process. Which meant I had access to the unedited and raw data that had been collected. Data, I might add, that I had been required to read through and help collect."

"I don't know how you've managed to do this with so many bright minds on your team, let alone get it past so many others, but I'd like to remind you, Dr. Trynul, that if this did get out, with all the evidence I do have, mind you, you'd be in some serious trouble. Not only would your license be revoked, but you'd face possible imprisonment. Fraud, especially on a federal level, is taken very seriously."

The man gaped at him, his mouth opening and closing for a few seconds before he settled on growling at Danny, "You're lying, you don't have anything. This is libel! I should get you arrested for defamation of character!"

"Oh, bless your heart," Danny held a hand over his chest and batted his eyes, watching as the man grew even more furious. One of the brothers, Dick maybe, choked and started coughing.

"First of all," Danny started, holding up a finger, "libel is written defamation. Slander is oral defamation. Second of all, you can't get me arrested for defamation. You'd have to provide evidence that I had intended to cause you or the public harm. And file the case in a state that deals with criminal libel, which I just explained doesn't apply here."

"Third of all," Danny crossed his arms, lifting an eyebrow, "I've been collecting evidence for months now. The only reason you're not being interrogated by the authorities and your superiors is that I've been busy with other things. So, I suggest you pack your stuff, go home, and evaluate your life. Because I'm definitely going to be submitting my evidence after today."

Well, not right away.

Like he said earlier, Danny wanted to collect more evidence. Like, sure, what he had now would definitely get the man in trouble, but Danny wanted air-tight.

Turning away, Danny started walking in the direction their temporary guide had disappeared. Damian and his brothers took a moment but quickly started following.

"Holy shit," Tim breathed, glancing back at the seething man. "Do you actually have the evidence, or were you making that up to scare him?"

"I actually have the evidence, but it's back home, so it'll take 'while before I can actually submit it," Danny admitted. Now that that was taken care of, he could get back to what he was actually here for.

"Alright, 'nough about him. Y'all wanted to hear about Delilah and the language." Danny clapped his hands, turning his head to look at the three. The two older brothers looked like they'd rather continue questioning him, purple orbs zipping around their wide eyes, but Damian practically lit up in yellow light, all confusion and glee (?) from before disappearing.

"You said they liked talking when they have nothing else to do, do they not typically like to converse?" Damian asked, an almost unnoticeable skip now in his step.

"That's the thing, they talk all the time. They use a more elaborate and obviouse dialect when bored and a more straightforward and instinctual one when busy. It's fascinating." Danny smiled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Oh, there you guys are!" their temporary guide cuts in, "I thought I lost you guys! Come on, Delilah is just up ahead. She's going to be so excited to see you, Danny."

Danny smiled, picking up his pace when Damian (not rushed, because the kid seemed way too formal to do something as 'childish' as running) caught up to her side.

Glancing back, the two brothers were nowhere in sight.

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