#dpxdc dani phantom

[stars-obsession-pit]

Damian has fought clones of himself before. He’s aware, on an abstract level, that that implies the League has the technology to clone other people too.

But that didn’t make seeing what looked to be a teenage clone of his mother running around any less strange.

Especially since the girl—Ellie, as she’d apparently dubbed herself—was so unlike his mother.

She was a chaotic mess of energy, meandering around the world wherever her whims would take her, often with seemingly barely a thought to hiding herself. Hell, she’d straight up admitted she was a clone at one point! And yet she possessed powers the League would have killed to have.

He was immensely curious about how she came to be like this. Her freedom had to have been hard-fought, right? But he still wasn’t quite sure how to broach the topic with her. She seems nice, sure, but he doesn’t know how sensitive the matter is, and he’d rather not chance her attacking him or vanishing again without answers.

[bucketwritingpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt. 15

Been a while since i posted one of these huh? whelp here ya go.

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Danny stared at his dorm room ceiling, unable to sleep. Somehow he had ended up at the bottom of the sleep pile, with Jason wrapped around his torso and Dani sprawled across his legs, both snoring thunderously. Even if it weren’t for the noise, he was sure the constant train of thought running laps through his head was more than enough to keep the possibility of sleep well out of his grasp.

It was worry mostly. Worry about what Jason would think when he found out about Dani. About how she had been created. Would he be confused? Mad? Would he decide Danny was too much work, too much baggage, and just leave?

And What about Vlad? What was he planning? Why would he just dump Dani on him out of nowhere? Not that Danny didn’t want her around, but it wasn’t like he had the means to support her yet either. They had made that deal for this very reason.

These thoughts buzzed around his head, making the small room feel a lot smaller. Tristan had come back at some point in the night and four bodies in the small space made the air feel stuffy and gross, almost hard to breathe. On top of that, his skin itched, that uncomfortable itch that scratching it didn’t help. It just sat there under your skin and made you squirm.

There was a soft blue light filtering through his window, though, casting everything in a gentle glow. It was rare that the moon was actually visible from the campus, but if it was then maybe a star or two would poke its way through as well. Maybe if he got up now, got some fresh air, maybe he could catch them.

Decided, Danny wiggled out from under Jason’s arms, taking care to be as gentle as possible as to not wake either of them. They both looked so peaceful in their sleep. Like a fragile picture he was so scared of breaking.

He didn’t bother with shoes, just floated straight through the ceiling and up to the roof. The feeling of tangibility returning to his limbs sent a pleasant shudder through him as his bare feet touched down on the cold concrete and he took a breath.

Gotham air was still unpleasant, definitely the worst he had ever personally put into his lungs, but it was still better than the stuffiness of the dorm. The night air was crisp and refreshing with that hint of crispness that signaled winter was coming. It felt good on his skin at least.

He found a ledge to sit on and dangle his foot over the edge of the building. He had been wrong about the stars. In fact, the cloud cover was so dense that you could cut it up and eat it with a fork, it was a miracle any moonlight had made it to his window at all. He settled for watching the lights of the city. The way they sparkled and flickered was almost a fair replacement. It was so different from sleepy Amity Park. 

The din of Gotham’s nightlife was a soft drone in the background of Danny’s thoughts. All the same ones from earlier, but now he had the space to actually think without the stirring anxiety. He found himself melting into the calm.

It was either several hours or a handful of minutes before he heard the roof access door creak open. A pair of boots scuffed against the concrete and Danny pulled his knees up to his chest. His core doing that little hiccup thing that let him know he was safe.

“I told you I would explain everything later, didn’t I,” Danny breathed into the silence as his boyfriend settled onto the ledge next to him.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Jason’s voice was still rough from sleep, but it was soft. The sound of it made something flutter in Danny’s chest. “I understand completely if you don’t. I did the math.”

He did didn’t he. He put two and two together about his and Dani’s age, about Vlad and the way the pair spoke about him, and he got the same conclusion that everyone always did.

“It’s not what you think,” He said, sparing a glance at the other man, his eyes wide and unjudging as he took Danny’s hands in his. “Vlad… has hurt me,” he hedged, “He has violated me. Just not in that way.”

“Danny-”

“She’s a clone,” he blurted. The words had left his mouth before he had even processed stopping them and they just kept going, tumbling free with no filter to slow the tide.

“She’s my clone,” he corrected. “She’s not really my daughter, except she is. She’s me, technically, just me when I was twelve. Except she’s her own person and deserves to be treated that way. I- Vlad made her when I was fourteen. He wanted a son. He wanted me to be his son. I don’t know why, but he was so obsessed with me and my mom and, I don’t know, I guess he thought that that would win us over?

Dani wasn’t even the only one. Isn’t that sick? Vlad was expecting a boy when he cloned me but none of them were ever stable. Dani was the only one that survived but even that was a close thing. Fuck, I’m sorry.” Danny gasped, out of air. He spared another glance at Jason, his earlier calm now thoroughly dissipated. The other man’s brows were furrowed and there was a hard set to his jaw that sent a spike of anxiety through Danny’s chest. He had been right, this was too much. He never should have told him.

“Jason?” He asked, squeezing their entwined hands, begging for a reaction, anything. He closed his eyes, silently begging the Ancients. He didn’t want to lose this one. “Jason?” Hearing his own voice break like that  in the name hurt like nothing he had ever been shot with had.

But then there were strong arms wrapping around Danny’s shoulders, squeezing tight and holding him close. There were hot tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as he buried his face into the comfort of Jason’s neck.

“I’m so sorry that happened to you starlight.” He said quietly. “Just tell me what you need and I’ll do it. I’m here for you. I promise.” They sat with that for a while. The silence helped. Jason being there, holding him, carding his hands through his hair. He hadn’t realized he’d bottled all this up until now.

“I made a deal with him,” he finally said after a long silence. Because now that he had started he couldn’t stop. It was like word vomit, forcing itself out of his mouth, begging to be heard like some kind of twisted confession. “I couldn’t take care of her. My parents couldn’t know. So he promised to take care of her if I’d be his perfect godson. Just like he wanted. And she’d be taken care of.” Wow okay, here come the waterworks.

The tears tracked down his face hot and heavy, and soaked into Jason’s sleep shirt. He felt bad, being such a mess. It really wasn’t that bad. Dani was so far from the worst thing that had happened to him in highschool. Why was he breaking so easily over this.

That was a fucked up thought. Jazz would have scolded him for hours if he’d ever voiced it. He could already hear her voice. ‘Your worst days don’t make the bad ones any better. You have the right to feel what you feel. Regardless of your threshold.’ She was so annoying in that way.

“I hate that I left her there,” He sniffled, burying his face further so Jason didn’t have to see him. “I just-” he screwed up his face further, searching for the right words. “I love her, and it’s not that I don’t want her but I just- I don’t think I’m ready. I mean. I just started college. I don't know how to parent a twelve year old! I can barely remember to feed myself most days, how am I supposed to be responsible for a whole ass other human?”

There was a moment of silence that Danny spent scowling at Jason’s shoulder, before he was being maneuvered to stare right into those beautiful blue-green eyes. “Starlight, listen to me,” He said, voice stern and commanding. “You are going to do great. That girl adores you and I know that you are both resourceful. I believe in you, it will work out, and I promise I will be there for you if you ever need me. I’ve got you.”

Danny couldn’t help the smile that cracked even as the tears kept falling. “Thank you,” he whispered, because he didn’t know how else to word the overwhelming swell of emotion in his chest. It felt- it wasn’t quite fixed. He still had a lot to work through. But that promise, knowing Jason would be there for him, it helped.

“Anytime Starlight,” He grinned, leaning in to plant a kiss right on his forehead. “And if you ever want me to blow that bastard’s brains out, just let me know. I will do it.”

Danny chuckled wetly and leaned back against his chest. “I believe you,” he mumbled, His eyes taking in every line of his face before drifting up to look at the sky. Huh. “It's waning gibbous tonight.” He muttered. A yawn overtaking him as his eyes drifted shut.

Jason looked up at the sky too, the moonlight haloing his head in an all too familiar way. “So it is,” he replied.

[goinggoingghone]

DP x DC au except it's Dan.

In his new body, Dan stays in Amity Park with Vlad to get used to himself again. He and Danny have a shaky relationship, but Dan ends up coming to see him as a younger brother. There are some days they can hardly stand looking at each other, too caught up in the way things were to appreciate what happened now.

On the bright side, Danny could focus on protecting the town with his Protection Obsession and Dan could focus on taking down the GIW with his Vengeance Obsession.

On the dim side, the Fenton parents believe Phantom has become a monster (Dan) and are more ruthless than ever. Danny can't fight back against his parents and Dan is forbidden to.

Except they get their hands on Phantom and disecc him. Dan murders them without a second thought and takes him to Vlad, who decides to flee town with all the halfas and liminals capable of getting pinged on the GIW radars. This includes Danny, Dan, Ellie, Jazz, Tucker, and Sam.

He takes them to a safe place, an atmosphere rich with ectoplasm and a spirit already guarding the city so Danny could heal.

Gotham.

Jazz goes to Gotham University while Dan, Tucker, and Sam start trying to take down the Anti-Ecto Acts. With the deaths of the Fenton parents, the GIW has become more of a problem. Ellie and Vlad stay with Danny as he heals, but it's taking quite a long time.

Frustrated and angry and wanting vengeance for Danny more than anything, Dan persuades Sam and Tucker to help him bring in the big guns. Nothing has worked and so he wants to go to the big leagues to stop this at the source. Dan takes the mantle of the Ghost King from Danny as he rests, Sam becomes Undergrowth's apprentice, and Tucker gets the Scarab Scepter, all with one target in mind.

The Justice League.

[thebucketpail]

Love at first fight <3

[stars-obsession-pit]

Dani, as a rule, tries to avoid hospitals. Bad memories all around. So whenever she gets injured on her wanderings, she patches herself up.

Unfortunately, even if her powers mean she can generally walk off her injuries, she’s not the best at cleaning up the aftermath. And random pools of blood are the opposite of inconspicuous.

People notice, and the blood gets tested to try to find any clues. The results aren’t always super clear—there’s some sort of foreign substance interfering with the tests—but gradually they piece together to form a more complete idea of her genes.

And then, Bruce Wayne gets a message.

He’s a probable genetic match to a series of strange bloodstains found across multiple countries.

Bloodstains mixed with a glowing green substance resembling Lazarus Water.

Did Talia hide a second assassin child from him?

[thebucketpail]

When You Accidentally Kill a Clown pt 14.

Pt.1 pt.13 Ao3

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Jason had alot on his mind.

For starters, apparently his boyfriend had a kid, which, great! She seemed awesome and that was totally okay. But then there were the concerning things he had overheard from the phone call. Like the bit about cloning, which would make Dani- well at least it was somewhat better than the alternative. Suffice to say, he and Danny had alot to talk about later.

All this had led to the very strong urge to find this 'Vlad' character and shoot him where it hurt. (Well it would probably hurt no matter where he shot him but the point still stands.)

Luckily, Jason didn't have to spend long trying to hide this fury before getting an alert from Oracle about some super-powered lunatic tearing up the upper east side. Now that usually wouldn't be his problem, but beating up bad guys is, shockingly, a really good stress relief, so he took the out.

Hopefully Danny didn't take him leaving so suddenly the wrong way.

Unfortunately, Jason didn't really have the mental bandwidth to actually think all these thoughts while also getting shot at by a green floating maniac.

"Oracle, please tell me you have something on this guy, I'm almost out of tricks," he yelled, not waiting to watch the round he unloaded sail right through the guy, before diving behind a half melted car.

"Tt, you may be out of tricks, Todd, but I am not," Robin called as he vaulted over Hood's makeshift shelter. Giving him a satisfying view when seconds later he sailed back overhead and crashed into a storefront, as a chorus of, "Names, Robin," crackled over the intercomm.

"Lucky shot," he grumbled, stumbling over to Jason who had to stifle a laugh at how the kid's face was scrunched up in annoyance. "Not a word. Oracle?"

"Sorry boys, nothing yet. I'll keep trying but all I'm hitting are dead ends."

Robin scrunched up his nose and sighed in annoyance, "So what's the plan then?" He asked.

Hood was about to snap back that 'how should he know' when someone else spoke.

"The plan is: you focus on getting civilians out of the way while we take out big, mean, and corrosive over there." Okay, Red Hood would never admit that he jumped, but to be fair, Robin did too. The voice had come from directly over his shoulder and no one should be able to sneak up on two trained vigilantes that easily. Especially not Damian.

They turned in unison to find two floating teenagers, no more than 17 and 13 each, with floating white hair, and green, green eyes. They were nearly identical, all the way down to the black and silver jumpsuits emblazoned with a flaming D insignia, or were they p's? It was hard to tell.

They were clearly heros of a sort, but Jason didn't recognize them so they were either really small time and in Gotham for a visit, or they chose the wrong city to jumpstart their heroing careers.

"Why are you dressed like a traffic light?" The younger one asked, blowing and popping a blindingly pink bubble as she floated closer to Robin, "I thought the bats were supposed to be discreet."

"That's none of your business," demon Brat growled, "Touch me and you're dead." The girl's hand paused, halfway outstretched toward Robin's cape. She didn't back off, though, until he pulled a birdarang.

"Woah there," she said, holding up her hands and floating backwards as if to calm him, "You're a little late on the dead part, but let's go easy on the knives, eh?"

The guy, now standing next to Hood as he watched the scene play out, snickered.

Robin scowled, "Who are you?"

The guy beamed and raised his hand like he was waiting to be called on in class. "Ooh! I know this one! Uh, hi, my name's Phantom," he gestured grandly to himself and, grinning, took a small bow, and that's Stray," he continued, "We are ghosts, like you, but we're here to help with that." He finished off the whole thing by pointing at the guy stomping around the streets and shooting acid.

The little one- Stray- nodded and popped another bubble. "Yeah, basically, our job is to beat up the ghosts who escape the zone and cause mayhem. We're just cool like that. But don't worry, y'all aren't causing to many issues so you're good."

"We are alot more expirienced than you though, so you guys should just stick to evacuation while we take care of the combat part," Phantom added as he flipped a -was that a soup thermos?- in the air.

Somehow Robin's frown managed to get deeper.

"We do not need you're assistance with combat," he scoffed, "and I find it unbelievable that you two have more experience than I do."

Stray's eyebrows shot up. " Oh okay, sorry didn't relise you were good on your own. I guess that's probably why you just flew through a window and can't seem to land a single hit," she sassed back, hands planted firmly on her hips.

"Tt, a slight miscalculation. Besides, I have no doubt I could take you in a fight easily, much less the flying green bozo over there."

"Oh yeah?" She replied, her nose twitching slightly, "You wanna go traffic light?"

"Bring it," he growled, dropping into a fighting stance.

Then they were at each other's necks. Damian was tackled off his feet almost immediately, making it less of a standard fight and more of a knock-down, drag-out brawl, and Phantom was just watching. No, not even just watching, he was cheering them on, meanwhile Jason was still trying to wrap his head around what they had said.

"Wait, waitwaitwait. Rewind," he said, causing the ghost to turn toward him distractedly without pulling his eyes from the wrestling demons. "What do you mean 'ghosts like you'? Were not ghosts" At least as far as Hood knew he wasn't a ghost. Zombie plausibly, but he had gotten better, so not a ghost. No walking through walls and spraying people with goo, and he definitely didn't float and/or glow like these people.

Phantom snorted and turned toward him fully with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't mean like ghost, ghost," he snorted, "at least not what most people think of ghosts. But you've both clearly died before, and you have cores, however small, so- ghost," he explained, trailing off with awkward jazz hands.

what?

"What?"

Phantom looked like he was about to respond, but was cut off when a large glob of plasma careened into their makeshift shelter and melted the remains into the ground.

The demons, now rolling on the ground, froze, and Phantom let out a low whistle.

"Right, forgot about that. Stray, come on." The girl popped up from the ground, sporting several new bruises and a manic grin.

"Time to kick butt now, Dad?" Hood's brain froze. 'dad?' Phantom just let out a drawn out sigh as he mussed up her hair in a way that seemed oddly familiar.

"Oh so no I'm 'dad'," he grumbled before turning back to Hood. "You're good on the plan, yeah? Cool, see you in two shakes of a ghosts tail." He punned, then they were off, shouting insults and throwing punches that actually managed to hit.

Hood took a few seconds to process what the fresh hell just happened as Robin stood up and spat some blood from his mouth. He was also sporting fresh bruises, aswell as a small cut on his forehead. Impressive.

"Tt, they are adequate," he muttered, turning on his heel and heading for the nearest building where civilians were still trapped.

Hood sent a quick message to Oracle and B that they had help and to focus on civilians, before following as the fight raged on overhead.

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"So is it just me or does Red Hood seem kinda familiar?" Dani asked, ducking an ecto blast and moving in to land a solid hit.

Danny raised an eyebrow and shot a widely at their opponent. "What do you mean?" He asked in response, frowning as the shot missed.

"I don't know, I think it's his core? I feel like I've met him before, but I'm pretty sure I would know if I had."

"Huh, strange. Hey Acid Breath! When was the last time you took a shower? You're stinking up the whole street." The Ghost roared in response as they showered the area in corrosive ectoplasm. "Damn, sorry, didn't mean to strike a nerve. How'd you get here anyway?"

"AAACCCEEE!!" now what could that possibly mean?

"Sorry I don't know anyone called 'Ace'," Danny called, stopping long enough to keep their attention off Dani as she went in for another attack. "You wouldn't mind introducing us, would you?"

"RAWR!!!" Okay, that was a no then. Finally, Dani struck, landing a solid hit to their back before getting smacked to the pavement twenty feet below.

Danny yelped, fumbling with the thermos on his belt before promptly souping the poor sap and flying down to his clone.

"You good kid?" He asked, wincing as Danny scowled up at him and spat out her wad of gum.

"Just peachy," she replied with a sarcastic smile as she took his offered hand. "I thought you promised me a fight."

Danny squinted at her and looked around at the carnage and smoking crater they were currently standing in.

"Was that not? A fight?"

The kid snorted and rolled her eyes, "I meant like a fun one, like with Ember or Skulker. This guy was no fun, no finesse. The closest thing I got to a fight was that brawl with the traffic light."

Danny sighed and ran a hand down his face, "Sorry? We'll see if Robin's still up to fight, either that or we can spar later?"

"Hmph, fine. But don't think I'll go easy on you just because you're old and you're bones are creaky."

Danny gasped, old? Him? "Oh you're going to so pay for that comment kid."

"Oh yeah?" She asked, planting her hands on her hips and raising an eybrow.

"Yeah," Danny grinned back, with equal levels of Fenton sass.

Their standoff lasted about twenty seconds before Dani's gaze focused on something behind her original.

"What's with the guy in the leather furry suit? He's staring at us."

Ancients, could he not do one thing in this city without attracting this guys attention? Apparently not. Batman stared at Phantom and Phantom stared back. Danny groaned.

Unfortunately, with the fighting now finished and most if not all civilians safely removed from the street still dripping with ectoplasmic acid, Danny probably should, *shiver,* talk with the local heros, including the Bat himself. There was no way Danny would be able to walk out of this without setting up several more flags for the furry brigade to hunt down.

But as much as he dreaded it, for some reason Danny obeyed when Bats stared him down from a nearby roof, his eyes communicating a clear talk now or I will make your life hell, though he would probably do that anyway.

"Ugh, here comes the hard part," Danny mumbled as he motioned for Dani to follow him up to the roof. "Batman," he greeted with a curt nod when they landed. At least they were on equal ground now and it didn't feel like he was being looked down upon.

Dani landed behind him, just as Robin, Red Hood, and Red Robin materialized next to Batman.

"Hey, Traffic Light!" Dani beamed, pulling an arm across her chest to stretch her shoulder, "You wanna go again? That fight wasn't too enriching."

Robin scowled at her and shared a look with his- father? Partner? Boss?- whatever their relationship was, Batman had a hard set to his jaw, but Robin looked, not exactly pleading, but more that he wouldn't back down. Somehow Batman lost the stare off.

"Very well, your form could use improvement and I am an excellent teacher," he said, taking a few steps away from the group. In no time at all they were fighting again like they hadn't even stopped.

Robin tried calling out the flaws and tactics in the fight, but was quickly, fully, engrossed on not losing his ground or footing as Dani attacked with more brute, unrelenting, strength than with tact.

Batman stared very dissaprovingly, seemingly ignoring Danny. Danny cleared his throat in an attempt to, Ancients forbid, draw the Batman's attention back to him.

"Don't worry, Stray won't hurt him, at least not more than some bruises or maybe a small sprain if he's not careful." Shit, maybe he shouldn't have said that. The stare Batman gave him chilled Danny to the bones.

"Sorry," Danny muttered, with a sheepish grin he held out his hand, "I'm Phantom by the way, I don't think we've met."

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There was something about Phantom that felt vaguely familiar, Hood just couldn't quite put his finger on it. Aside from the fact that he could've sworn he'd seen this guy before, the ghost felt familiar. The vibes that seemed to exude from the glowing teens somehow felt cozy, in a way.

It was so weird. There was no way to explain it. It felt like- finding someone who was just like you, someone who shared your interests and tastes. It felt like community, like people you can rely on and a place to come home to.

The feeling was so sudden and out of place it made him want to punch something. But like in a positive way. Like when he used to wrestle with Dick or B, way back when. Something in Jason's chest seemed to sing, or more like contentedly rumble. It was something he was used to feeling around-

Hood watched as Phantom ducked his head with a nervous smile, his outstretched hand wandering back to rub at the back of his neck as he avoided Batman's glare.

"Not much for social niceties then, eh?" He asked, shooting honest to god finger guns at The Batman, personification or 'revenge and 'the night'. B's mouth drew into a tight line as he studied the ghost.

"Uhm, sorry for like, invading your territory and stuff, I'll try not to let it happen again," Phantom said, attempting to bring his eyes to meet B's gaze.

"Hn," B grunted, "Gotham is no safe place for meta's, besides, we've got the heroing thing taken care of. We don't need help."

Finally Phantom managed to lock eyes with the bat, he looked taken aback.

"Yeah, sorry. No. You kinda did need help with this one, thank you." Phantom's confidence grew as he proceeded to explain just exactly why he and Stray were needed there. Citing the Bats' underpreparedness, as well as a bunch of ghost politics stuff that was hard to follow.

Batman listened raptly.

And yeah, no. Jason had to be entirely wrong. This couldn't be him, sure the face shapes were nearly identical, and the same freckles, and actually if it weren't for the color change and differences in age they could be the same person. But they couldn't be.

Sure Jason's boyfriend could be a bit... odd, and boisterous sometimes. But he really couldn't imagine him being able to scold motherfucking Batman with that much confidence.

But still it nagged at his brain. It really was a long, long shot, that was really, very, highly, unlikely. And Jason really, probably shouldn't have said anything, but he did.

"Danny?" Phantom faltered and the way he froze at the name was almost confirmation enough. His green eyes flicked around the rooftop, then fixed on Red Hood. For a moment his mouth pulled to a slight frown and his brows furrowed, even the noise of the kids' fighting ceased as Stray- come to think of it, that was probably Dani- stared dumbfounded, with a hint of surprise. The two 'ghosts' shared a look then melted into.... laughter?

One double take later and sure enough they were laughing. It was actually kind of unsettling, all echoey and reverberating as if they found the statement absolutely hilarious. If he didn't know better, Hood would've thought they had gotten Joker gassed or something, but he did, and suddenly felt very awkward at even entertaining the notion.

Batman grumbled.

So yeah, whatever, he gad been wrong. He shouldn't have said anything. But did they really have to keep laughing like that?

Phantom was doubled over and clutching his stomach, while Stray went intangible and rolled out from under Robin, who'd had her pinned, giggling uncontrollably.

Eventually, Phantom managed to straighten out and wipe a tear from his eye.

"Who's Danny?" He asked with a few residual giggles tainting his voice. "I don't know a Danny," it was said with such ease, but something felt forced, and his eyes kept flickering around.

"Pft, yeah," Stray snorted, floating a bit to lean her elbow against her partner's shoulder, "His name's Bill actually. Y'know, like inviso-Bill?"

Phantom sobered up completely and fixed her with a glare as the kid devolved into another laughing fit.

"Its not," he said seriously, "I've been going by Phantom for thousands of years, that one nickname is not going to stick." Yeah, if there was any doubt left that he'd been wrong, allegedly existing for thousands of years probably blew that theory out of the water.

"You wish," Stray forced out between giggles, causing Phantom to sigh.

"Anyway," he emphasized, clapping his hands together as he forced a smile, "Ghost problem solved, so we should probably get going then. Right, Stray?"

"Sure thing, Bill," She snickered, but followed as he slowly drifted away form the rooftop, "cya around traffic light!"

Phantom rolled his eyes once more before they both shot off. In seconds they were gone.

B turned toward Hood, mouth already open to ask a question, but he was already gone too. He'd done his part and he could debrief later. For now he had a boyfriend and his kid to get back to.

Fifteen minutes later, Jason was back outside Danny's door with a whole new set of emotions swirling about in his head. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Danny turned form their game to look at him with his ice blue eyes, and smiled. He patted the spot on the bed next to him as Dani threw a card down with a small shout. She followed Danny's gaze and twisted to look back at Jason, blowing a strand of black hair out of her face and grinning.

"Ay, welcome back! Glad to see I'm not a deal-breaker!" Jason chuckled and took the seat, cuddling up into Danny's side. What gad he even been thinking. There was still alot of concerning things to talk about, but being a ghost/superhero was something he could cross off the list.

-even if their similarities still nagged at his brain

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Woop, finally did it! And with Jason's suspicions successfully waylaid, we're going to take a (planned) break, while I get swamped down with all my other projects + school.

Hope you liked.