Imagine if Jazz goes to Gotham to work at Arkham and Joker decides to make her his new Harley. Except when the bats get there to stop him, Danny is beating the shit out of joker with a creep stick, muttering to himself about how all clowns are evil, while Jazz watches and just sighs while lecturing danny about positive coping skills during a PTSD episode. Jason cant decide which Fenton he wants more. The crazy clown killer or the nonchalant therapist who looks like she can see his soul.
Dead on MAYn 2025 Day 3
Trope: Eldritch horror Danny/Monster fucker Jason Situation: The Batfam learn about Jason's boyfriend on accident
Day three of @deadonmayn!
Jason hadn't expected that his boyfriend/patron would meet his family like this. Neither did the Justice League expect a familiar face when petitioning the Ancient of Space for his help protecting their dimension's Earth.
I also wrote a little (1.2k) to go along with it :D -> AO3 link
Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: M/M
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom
Relationships: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd, Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne
Characters: Danny Fenton, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, John Constantine
Additional Tags: Ghost King Danny Fenton, Established Relationship, POV Bruce Wayne, Dead On MAYn Week 2025 (Danny Phantom and DCU), no beta we die like jason todd
Ghost King Phantom answers a summons to a new dimension to find a sacrificial offering in three magic circles. One, holding Bizarro, another holding Artimus and the one in front holding Red Hood.
Phantom has no idea who these people are, but he knows the people in charge must be powerful mages or whatever. Doesn't matter. None of the mages hes ever had to face had known about his Halfa status so naturally thier wards and protections wouldn't work on him. He captures the kid with a naselly voice and his orange cat in a force field to give to Jazz later. She had been talking about wanting to study the psychology of a supernatural being for a while now so he'd help her out.
He made quick work of the other mages before turning around and facing the "sacrifices" the two in the back were still out cold but the one in front, the one in the red helm was radiating terror and rage. He was shaking even though Phantom hadn't done anything to him and had no intentions to. Danny landed outside the circle, trying to whisper something conforting as he stepped closer.
The moment he stepped into the ring however, the red runes turned into a bright green and the three circles disappeared. Danny didn't feel any different so he assumed it was nothing and he freed the captives before disappearing, none the wiser that Klarion the Witchboy had made a few translation mistakes in the slave contract and accidentally married a terrified Red Hood to Phantom, the High King of the Undead and King of the Lazarus dimension, also known as the Infinite Realms.
Danny probably learns he married that guy at some point but just kinda shrugs it off. Polygamy is legal in the realms and thier marriage doesn't change much. Sure, Danny is practically contractually obligated to save this guy if he's ever in mortal peril but Danny has no problems with that. He'd do it anyway.
So he just ignores the situation hoping it doesn't come up again.
It does.
Repeatedly.
I'm so surprised we don't have more Dead on Main ghost king marriage aus where Jason/the pit inside of him is terrified of Phantom. Let's change that
The last thing anyone would expect is for the Joker to believe in the supernatural, but apparently Gotham was in luck, because the clown was about to make a deal with the King of all ghosts to revive his prized foe.
Said King was not happy about the request, nor did he care about the clown's feelings, but he knew it was a necessary evil. Or at least, that's what Clockwork told him; of course, Danny didn't intend to do anything for free.
The Joker got his wish, Bruce came back from the dead and Danny wondered what he should do with the clown's soul. With a shrug he decided to put it to the best possible use and wrapped it in a little bow before handing it over to Jason Todd.
Jason thought it was a joke, a cute guy giving him a gift out of nowhere and claiming that the frozen ball in his hand was the Joker's soul? Yeah, right.
However, John Constantine came through Gotham and it became obvious that it wasn't a joke and that the cute guy was more than just a regular guy. It also came with the feature that Bruce returned to the living, which made him strangely relieved.
And fuck, reckless or not, Jason needed to find the guy again and steal the air out of his lungs, because that weird ball was the best gift he'd ever been given in his life and it might as well be an engagement ring.
âA cult?â Jason blew out a bubble and enjoyed the disgusted face that Bruce made.
âYes.â His voice was tight. Jason could tell that he wanted to turn back to the Batcomputer. âTheyâre operating in Park Row-â
âCrime Alley.â
Batman sighed and accepted the correction. âI would like to propose a joint operation.â He sounded so tired and not very optimistic.
Jason eyed up his on-again-off-again Father figure and popped his gum, thinking it over. Bruce clearly expected him to say no, fuck off, and take the information himself.
He could. There was nothing wrong with that.
âSure, old man.â He clapped Bruce on the shoulder and finished screwing together the tool heâd brought in for maintenance. Heâd had to fabricate a new part and the Red Hood didnât exactly have the equipment for that in his two room apartment. âThursday night alright?â
âTheyâve a planned meeting on Wednesday, actually,â Bruce said, frowning slightly at him but looking soft around the eyes with confused hope. âWould that be possible? They seem to gather mid-week.â
Jason let out a sigh. âI can make it work. Ta, old man.â He made sure to toss off an especially insouciant salute as he sauntered away. Sure, he was willing to put a little effort into maintaining their relationship, but he couldnât be too compliant. If you gave Bruce an hour of your time, he wrote you down on the schedule for an hour every day until one of you fuckinâ died in a warehouse explosion. Something like that.
He wasnât that trusting, though. Jason took the information that Bruce emailed him and did his own legwork. He wasnât stubborn enough to bother redoing digital work that Bruce had done or gotten from Babs. That would be a waste of his time, and he valued his time. But he scoped out the cultâs meeting place.
Of all the undignified things, it was a rented room in the community center. Jason found himself sheepishly breaking into the office to check on the reservation and poking around the room itself.
There was nothing special about it. It was a shitty room with shitty paneled walls and cheap, well-trodden grey carpet. It boasted a few too many tables, arranged in a U shape, and a whiteboard pushed up against the wall that hadnât been cleaned off well enough to erase what he was pretty sure was a reference to their lord and savior, destroyed of worlds.
So. That was a point for Bruceâs cult thing.
He hadnât really doubted it, if he was honest, given that this had originated in a tip from Zatanna. She had told him as a courtesy that some creep had moved their base of recruiting and operations into Gotham.
Apparently, recruitment was going pretty well. The room could seat like, twenty? Jason counted chairs and left.
He came back on Wednesday at 8pm with the Batman and an attempt at a good attitude. He probably wasnât going to need any of the weapons on his person. They were going to check in so that this guy knew they had an eye on him and that he would be suspect number one if there was any hint of people or cats being sacrificed.
Bruce fucked off to peer in the windows, like the giant caped creep he was. Jason took the front door, nodded congenially at the old man in the office, and knocked at the room the cultists had reserved.
He could hear Bruce internally curse through the comm. It was silent, of course, but the quality of the silence changed. âKnock knock,â he called, since a literal knock hadnât done it. He opened the door without waiting. âJust checking in, heard youâre new to town and that you tried to feed Zatannaâs shitty little cousin to the god of Death?â
The room stared at him. A whiteboard marker squeaked to a stop. He idly followed the sound to the board. A âŠ. Huh. that looked like some kind of mystical bullshit.
âYouâve been touched by death,â said the fraud himself, a man in his fifties with a wildly pretentious robe that was wrinkled from the paper bag heâd clearly used to carry it in. He outstretched the hand that didnât have a blue whiteboard marker in it. âYou would be a perfect sacrifice to our Lord.â
âSo will it be,â said about half the people there, at the same time a young woman said, âNo shit?â in an impressed tone.
Jason rolled his eyes through the helmet, unintimidated by the room of weirdos standing up. The kind of people who gathered at a community center on a Wednesday night were not going to summon the God of Death. Light glinted off the window where Batman was clearly weighing the possibility of breaking glass and swinging in. Jason silently waved him off with a headshake. They werenât to the point of property damage yet. He took a couple of steps into the room with deliberate swagger. âWhat a lucky guess,â he drawled. âThe Red Hood has had brushes with death? No one but a legitimate prophet could possibly make such a statement.â
âIâm not a prophet,â said the man, and turned back to his white board. âIâm a devote.â He rubbed out a line with the meat of his hand and then hurriedly wrote in âThe Red Hoodâ in a tilted cursive. âThe sacrifice!â he shouted, throwing his arms wide and accidentally making a big blue line through his evil little sigil or whatever it was. The elderly lady to Jasonâs right opened up her bag, thrust her hand in, and came up with a fistful of -
âSalt?â Jason asked, confused and unimpressed as the silly twit threw her handful of salt at him. âThanks, Iâm better seasoned now,â he snarked. He pulled out a gun easily. âAlright, letâs get serious. I-â
The whiteboard was glowing. The blue letters were glowing green.
âWhat the fuck?â Jason said. The windows exploded with broken glass as Batman decided now was the time to make his entrance. He barely got to see it before something hooked unpleasantly on his body and soul and twisted it sideways.
The world was green now. Holy shit. Jason spun a circle on uneven ground and gaped. â...Egg on my face,â he said. âIâve been sacrificed. Consider me embarrassed.â A quick check showed that his comm was useless. It was giving off a steady little eeee of static that kinda sounded like screams. Whimsical. Jason turned it off.
He wasnât panicking yet. The void wasnât that freaky. It was weird, sure, but there werenât any demons or enemies. He flicked the safety off his favorite gun just in case and frowned into the darkness.
It was like he was standing under a spotlight with no light source. There was ambient lighting in all directions, but the world faded into darkness only a few dozen feet away. He took some experimental steps to determine that, yeah, the field of visibility traveled with him.
Well. Time to get moving. Jason walked. There was nothing for the first - hour, he was gonna call it an hour. He got antsy and started jogging. The green stretched on, placid and infinite in a way that was really starting to piss him off. âHey!â Jason barked into the void. âAnyone there?â
There was an answering electronic whirr. He stopped in his tracks. Jason looked in every direction, including up, and only saw the fucking thing when it was basically on top of him.
The vehicle was probably most equivalent to a spaceship, he decided, as what was probably a 3-man craft at most parked. The top clicked. It opened from the top and someone bounded out. âHey!â came an annoyed male voice. âWhatâs the deal, bud?â The stranger landed in front of Jason with crossed arms and a pissy expression. His white hair floated above his head as if he was the little fucking mermaid in the ocean.
Jason scowled, the back of his mind cataloging the other guyâs outfit as pristine and undamaged and his musculature as athletic. âWhatâs it to you?â he asked, defensive. He didnât know if it was safe to give information to this guy. âI might be a little lost,â Jason conceded.
âA little lost,â the guy repeated, and then- okay, he flew in a weird little flippy circle, scowling all the while as Jason gaped. âA little lost.â He scoffed. Then he let out a sigh that made his whole body look smaller. He uncrossed his arms and ran a hand through his hair. âThis is a weird question,â he said, making it sound more defensive than apologetic. âDid you uh.â He scowled, like the words were distasteful. âLook,â he tried again. âAre you delulu, or did you get caught up as the sacrificial bride? I told Frank to knock that shit off.â
Sacrificial bride. Jason felt his brain go offline for a moment. Say what now.
âHelloooo,â the⊠was this rando a god of death? He was impatient. He flew way up into Jasonâs personal space and snapped his fingers. âSomeone just smashed metal trash bins together at my grave to get my attention, basically. No, itâs more like one of those spam pop ups that says thereâs hot girls in your area?â He made a gesture at Jason. âOnly itâs loud. Itâs ringing in my ears, and I had to come track you down. Do you think this is funny?â
â...Sacrificial bride?â Jason finally managed to croak out.
Weirdly, this made the other guy relax immediately. âJust found out, huh,â he said, sounding much more sympathetic. âYeah, okay, we need to sort out a spiritual divorce immediately. And then you can go home and there will be no more hot girls in my area and I can get back to my ess- my work.â
Jason took a few moments of grief and confusion to accept his apparent status. âWeâre married?â he said weakly.
The white haired man looked a little sheepish. âMarriage is probably not quite accurate,â he said, and Jason felt a little bit of relief before the guy continued, âItâs more like youâre my concubine?â He sounded mortified by this. âI didnât want this!â
âNo, no,â Jason said, meaning both that he believed it and that he needed this conversation to change directions immediately. âI- who are you?â He gestured at hisâ what the fuck was the other side of a concubine relationship? King was the associated word that came up, but thatâŠ
âIâm nobody, really,â said the white haired man weakly. âBut I may technically be King of ghosts or whatever. The Infinite Realms.â He scratched at his face. âSo⊠yeah.â
They stood in utterly mortified silence for a long moment before he seemed to remember something. âYou can call me Danny,â he offered.
â...Call me Jason,â he said.
âThanks, Jason,â Danny said genially. âSo, uh, this is a mess, right?â He started floating away backwards. âIâm going to hunt down my mentor and advisor and get some uh- advice, I guess. Do you wanna come with? Or should I come back and check in once Iâve heard from him?â
Jason weighed up his situation, the conventional wisdom about getting in vehicles with strange men, and wondered how useless his gun was going to be in this situation. Danny had never reacted to it being pointed at him, so his guess was âutterly unhelpfulâ. He put it away. âIâd like a ride, thanks,â he said dryly.
They made some stilted conversation on the ride. Danny was clearly trying to hold back and give him no identifying information. That was fascinating, because it implied that there was something Jason could do from the human world to track Danny down. It was also reassuring because there was no reason to withhold information if heâd planned to keep Jason prisoner, so, ya know, that was a good sign.
Anyway, Jason got a lot of information from Danny.
Danny was a terrible liar and he misspoke like, all the time. Jason was pretty sure he was in the ghost equivalent of school, like college or something. He talked like someone in Jasonâs age group would, so heâd probably died very recently. Maybe he had been a college student when heâd died and he just hadnât given up on that degree yet, honestly. Jason managed to drag the conversation around to education. He got nowhere with asking about literature but he hit the jackpot with science. Danny was still babbling about a telescope when he landed the âŠship outside of a wonky clocktower.
Jason took off his safety belt and froze in his tracks when Danny absently stopped him with a cool hand. Jason looked down at that hand.
âYou had better stay here,â Danny said. He shook his head slightly. âClocky doesnât like everyone.â
He melted into the chair as if he had never wanted to get up. âAlright,â Jason said.
Danny was out of the spaceship by the time that Jason realized something was very wrong with that interaction.
He hadnât decided to sit down. He hadnât wanted to sit back down. Did- did he actually think it was reasonable to stay behind, or would he have argued and gone in normally?
â...I think Danny did something.â Suspicion swirled in his gut. Jason tried to take the safety belt off and stand up. He couldnât. It was like his muscles wouldnât respond to it.
Well, that was pretty fuckinâ evil. His pulse picked up in his throat. It⊠It was some kind of compulsion? He had to do what Danny told him to do? That was really fucked up. He was starting to feel really unsafe now. He wished heâd hung back with Bruce. He wanted someone to bring him home. And weirdly, he felt betrayed. He hardly trusted Danny, didnât know the fucker well enough to, but he hadnât gotten that impression off the guyâ
âIt wasnât him,â Jason realized. âIt was the binding ritual. Danny said it wasnât like a marriage, itâs not equal. Thatâs why I did what Danny wanted me to do.â
Well. Well then. If Danny didnât know that Jason had to follow his orders, Jason was most fucking certainly not going to spell it out for him. It was a grim calculation to make, but it seemed the safest. As it was, Danny seemed to want to get rid of him as fast as possible.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol in his system or maybe it was his subconscious still being salty about his familyâs comments about him not having many hobbies.
He reads!
Whatâs wrong with reading!?
Sure, it was mainly about work now a days but thatâs besides the point!
Apparently it wasnât good enough to be counted as a âhobbyâ by the others.
So when he was walking back from a bar on his night off and got hit in the face with flyer about auditions for the local theater group Mixed up Manhattan he stuffed it in his pocket and said âfuck itâ.
Needless to say he was mildly confused when he woke up the next day to a call back for JD from Heathers the musical.
He was more confused when he found out his âVeronicaâ was being played by a dude.
Turns out Mixed up Manhattan was a group who did not care about gender as long as you could bring a character to life.
Now he was in too deep to back out, if he was going to act out a scene with someone. Than he was going to put his whole dick and balls into it.
It was only fair for âVeronicaâ after all.
~~~~~
Danny was slightly surprised when he went back to callbacks and saw Drunk Dude in the group.
Danny found him silly and charming in the waiting room the other night but he was clearly intoxicated when he auditioned. Danny thought that the chances of seeing him again was very slim.
But there he was, looking a little bit out of his comfort zone.
Did he even remember auditioning?
As they were called up for a scene he flashed the other a smile and felt his core loosen with the other guyâs shoulders.
Turns out, Jason had some good singing chops.
~~~~~~~~
Jason Todd lands a lead in a musical.
The musical about death and sex.
His family must never know.
The second one of them finds out his life is over again.
They will go out of their way to embarrass Jason in front of Danny and there will go the whole dark and mysterious thing he has been trying to do.
