The League is discussing about Klarion. They want to come up with a plan in case he attacks again-- And Captain Marvel is not having it.
Marvel: He’s not dangerous! He’s just a kid with no one to play with. He just needs a friend.
Batman: He almost caused several fatalities during his last appearance-
Marvel: Yeah, he was bored! He has this mountain of power and nowhere to put it. He’s focusing on the League because we have enough power to play at his level. He doesn’t mean any harm, Mister Batman, he just wants to be around people who understand him...
Green Lantern: So what then? You want us to open a daycare for him? Play board games? Video games?
Marvel: Of course not. He would hate that. But… it’s not a completely bad idea. Me and the other magic users could try to befriend him. We have more than enough magic and knowledge to handle his pranks without anyone getting seriously hurt. And it would keep him away from civilians.
Arthur (Aquaman): I don’t think Doctor Fate is going to enjoy babysitting with you, Cap.
Superman: But maybe we could give it a try, right? It’s not a bad idea- if it works.
Red Tornado: Based on the data I’ve collected as the 'mother hen' of Young Justice… I’d say "it’s worth a shot". Klarion is still a kid, as Captain Marvel pointed out. Kids with abilities like his could benefit from the company of others who understand them. It might even help him feel normal, accepted. And if it works, the chances of us becoming the target of Klarion’s boredom again would decrease significantly.
Batman: Captain Marvel, are you sure you can do this? I can’t promise the other magic users will join you. As you know, many of them don’t exactly appreciate Klarion’s brand of magic.
Marvel: Sure thing, Mister Batman! I can handle Klarion, no problem.
So Marvel goes off to find Klarion and tries talking to him.
Later, he reports back to the League that things are going well. Klarion agreed not to attack, as long as Marvel plays with him every now and then.
But one day, during a League meeting that’s dragging on way too long, Klarion invades the Watchtower, wearing a scowl that could melt stee
Klarion: Captain! You’re twenty minutes late! You promised to introduce me and Teekl to that magical tiger of yours!
Marvel: Oh, yeah. Sorry, Klarion. I didn’t realize how long this was taking... Er, Batman, sir-- would it be alright if I leave early?
Batman: Hmm… You’re dismissed for now, Marvel.
with that, the League watches as Marvel smiles, and in a flash of light, he transforms into a kid. Not Billy, but a smaller, more casual version of Marvel.
He runs up to Klarion, gives him a high five, and together they disappear through a magical portal.
Later, Marvel explains that he changes forms when they hang out, so they don’t draw too much attention while playing around on Earth.
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Danny was watching the news when he felt the distinctive tug of a Summoning Ritual. The reporter was saying that some fruitloops from another dimension were trying to invade earth. An average event for an Amity Park resident, but the rest of the planet weren’t nearly as well adjusted (or rather, numb to the trauma). Danny suspected this was the cause for the summons.
“Um. Danny?” Sam pointed at the TV. “You gonna sort that out or do you think the Justice League can handle it?” The three of them had been chilling out at Tuckers house and watching cartoons prior to the news alert.
“Uh, hang on, I can feel a Summons coming on…” Danny said, standing up and stretching out.
“Seriously? Now? Could these guys not have better timing??” Tucker groaned next to him. Or rather, groaned from the depths of the couch, as Danny couldn’t see much of him inside the wedge of blankets. There was a foot sticking out and that was it.
“Actually… I think it’s great timing” Danny hummed. “I recognize the caller ID” he huffed, letting himself get pulled away by the magic of the ritual, and shifting into his Ghost King appearance - the Observants would throw a tantrum if he didn’t, even if it is just John Constantine.
The ‘King Form’ transformation was different to ‘Going Ghost’. His regular transformation was no different to breathing, or flexing a muscle. He’d blink, and flesh and blood had been changed to ectoplasm and energy. The King Form, on the other hand, felt like a spiritual adrenaline rush. Danny could feel his core humming as his forearms turned to ice, and both arms split in two. His vision sharpened and became more vibrant as his secondary and tertiary eyes opened. He stretched his back and sighed in satisfaction as his flesh tore away to expose his bones- to this day Danny isn’t sure why that feels so satisfying, it’s like getting his back cracked after a long day. His legs melted together to form his long, serpentine tail. He ran his tongue over his sharpened teeth, flexed his claws and flicked his tail in satisfaction. All set.
He’d initially been self conscious about the King form, still was a little bit honestly, but his friends and family had assured him he looked great. Not too Eldritch horror to be traumatic, but enough to be comfortably unsettling. His mother had said the extra eyes were very pretty. His Dad had spent an hour poking at his newly exposed bones, fascinated (which is how Danny found out his spinal cord is ticklish, who knew).
He felt himself reaching his destination, and climbed his way out of the magic and back into the physical plane (no matter how many times he tried, he could never quite explain how Summonings felt. A tunnel of pure energy and ectoplasm was as close as he could get). Rising out of the portal, he was greeted by what appeared to be not only John Constantine, but the entire Justice League. Dang. No pressure. He spotted a lot of people flinch as he arose - not unreasonable, Danny was absolutely massive like this, and he was aware of how intimidating he looked. Constantine waved at him, drawing his full attention to the Justice League Dark and Founding members at the front of the crowd. He smiled at them, and the Flash went pale, seeing his teeth. Oops.
“Evening your majesty” Constantine grinned, “You look delightfully spooky today.” Danny appreciated that Constantine was comfortable enough with him at this point to be jovial, reverence was just creepy.
“Hellblazer” Danny chuckled. “You reek of cheep beer and cigarette smoke. Good to know you’re taking care of your health. Eager to join me in the realms?” Danny crossed one set of arms and set the others on his hips. Batman and Zatanna tensed at the perceived threat, but John just rolled his eyes.
“Hahah. Very funny. Do you really need to chirp about my health every time you see me?” The magician sighed.
“I’ll stop when you start prioritizing it” Danny rolled all six eyes, earning a shudder from Green Lantern. “I take it this is about your new interdimensional visitors?”
“You’re already aware of the situation then.” Batman said gruffly. It wasn’t so much of a question as it was a statement. Danny had to suppress a squeal - Batman and his clan were undeniably some of his favorite heroes, they were part of the reason he wanted to go to University in Gotham in the first place. He’d even taken the risk of apartment hunting near the infamous Crime Alley in the hope of seeing one specific Bat…
“News travels fast Dark Knight. Whoever first said ‘Dead Men tell no tales’ had clearly never met a Ghost before” Danny chuckled. He wasn’t going to tell them he was just watching TV, he didn’t want to give too much away in front of strangers. It’s not a total lie anyway, Ghosts did love a good gossip. “I take it you called me to get rid of them?”
“Indeed we did, a lot of lives are at stake.” Constantine grimaced. “I, John Constantine, on the behalf of the Justice League, ask for your aid in banishing these wankers from our dimension. Please” the Hellblazer’s bowed, the other leaguers following suit. Several JLD members sighed despairingly at John’s lack of formality.
“Eloquent” Danny quipped, and shrugged “of course you have my aid. But you know as well as I, that it cannot simply be given freely, as much as I would like to” Danny grimaced, running a hand through his hair and curling his tail below him to sit on.
“Yeah I know. Formality dictates a deal be made, blah blah blah.” Constantine rose from the bow with an annoyed sigh. “Remind me why you have to do that again? Because it’s not like you’ve got anyone to answer too.”
“I’ll be threatened with more paperwork. My desk is already overflowing, I can’t afford to get anymore.” Danny deadpanned. He really needed a secretary. “Besides, blowing off all the other Ghostly Offices and Officials would be a very Pariah Dark thing to do, and I’m trying to avoid that for very understandable reasons.”
“I get it I get it.” John sighed. “Well, can’t give you my bloody soul since you already have it, and I doubt you want anyone else’s either.”
“Definitely not. I really want to stay out of the Soul Trade as much as possible.” Danny grumbled. It was bad enough he inherited a bunch of contacts from Pariah when he took the throne, he didn’t want any more souls! He’s only acquired two by himself so far, Razer had caught him by surprise, and he couldn’t exactly refuse Satan’s ‘gift’. “Tradition and formality dictate that the payment must be of significant value to the summoner, so something like a sandwich would be considered insufficient, no matter how much I wish it wasn’t. I need something significant, in order to not have those OCD eyeball-jerks the Observants up in arms later.” Green Arrow repeated that last part, muttering in confusion.
“You would save the world for a sandwich?” Superman asked, looking rather taken aback.
“Sandwiches are good” Danny shrugged, ignoring the crowds mutters of ‘why would an eldritch horror want a sandwich’ and a few murmurs of ‘he’s not wrong’. “I have no desire for souls, and find slaves, brides and firstborns to be tasteless and vile. So while they would be sufficient, I would not accept them on principle.”
“Would things of Monetary value be sufficient? Or money in and of itself?” Batman queried. Danny hummed, considering the question. Does Batman have money? Is that why he’s asking? Justice League has to get funding from somewhere… Wes Weston’s ‘Batman is a Wayne family member’ conspiracy surfaced in his mind, and Danny quickly swatted it back to the depths on principle.
“It can be, but the cost would be need to be proportionate to the request, and I’d rather not bankrupt anyone.” Danny sighed.
“You mentioned not wanting souls or lives, but what of blood sacrifice itself?” Wonder Woman asked. Danny recalled that the ancient Greeks would sacrifice animals to the gods, so this wasn’t too surprising coming from her.
“I have… mixed feelings regarding that. I refuse to accept human sacrifices of course, but animals are reasonably acceptable. I’ve no issue with consuming flesh and blood, if anything my Doctor would encourage it, but I have close allies that deeply frown upon sacrifices of that nature, and admittedly I find it uncomfortable myself.” Sam would re-kill him if he accepted a slaughtered animal. “I’ve seen enough dead goats at this point for several un-lifetimes…” Danny muttered bitterly.
“S-s-starting to see why you’d r-rather accept a s-sandwich. This i-is sup-prisingly c-complicated.” Flash grinned awkwardly. Danny attempted to give him a reassuring smile, but judging by his reaction he wasn’t very successful. Dangit.
“Breathe speedster. Remember that I mean you no harm.” Danny murmured as gently as he could. He really didn’t, despite how much work the Flashpoints gave both him and Clockwork (who probably would mean the speedster harm if they ever met). The Flash did not look 100% convinced, but still seemed grateful for the assurance.
“This is getting difficult.” Superman scowled. “Lives are on the line, we need to act fast.”
“I share your anxiety, son of Krypton. I take no pleasure or satisfaction from lives being cut short prematurely, as mine once was.” Danny sighed, leaning back. The JL members were muttering amongst themselves. Trying to come up with ideas. His last comment got a few winces of sympathy from the crowd, particularly the JLD. They no doubt were wondering how violent and cruel his demise must have been, in order to create a spirit like him. Danny was going to let them continue thinking that, as there was no way he was ever letting them find out he died by ‘electrocution & an inter-dimensional portal opening on his head due to Teenage stupidity’.
Danny let the whispers and mutters of the crowd flow over him, but regretted it quickly. Unsurprisingly, the Ghost King form was unpopular. Many people in attendance were clearly frightened and uncomfortable with his appearance. Danny would switch back to regular Phantom if he could, but he could only drop it once the deal was made and no sooner, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it from the Observants!! God he hated those eyeball-bastards and their commitment to traditions. They seemed determined to drown him in paperwork! And thanks to their Traditions and Formalities he was scaring 90% of the caped community. Not the kind of first impression Danny would have preferred.
“…For the sake of my sanity would you stop lusting over the Eldritch horror?!” A voice suddenly wheezed out. Ahh, of course. There’s always one or two Teratophiliacs in the crowd. As much as Danny disliked people being scared of the king form, the Monsterfucker community creeped him out. Sometimes they just got a bit too… intense. Danny glanced over to see who had been speaking, and was immediately stunned. What in the heck? That was the Batfamily. One of them was… interested? What? Most of them appeared to be talking to Red Hood, does that mean… w-was it him? There was no denying that Hood was Danny’s favorite among the Gotham Vigilantes. For… um, multiple reasons, most of which Sam and Val still teased him for. Hood then removed his helmet and… wow. He’s actually pretty handsome… forget that. He’s gorgeous. Danny should probably focus but-
“I will not. That is single-handedly the most beautiful and hot creature I have ever seen in my life, and I have no shame in admitting that!” What. “I do not care if he’s an undead eldritch horror, he could do utterly unspeakable things to me and I would thank him for the rest of eternity. I shit you not, I would have his fucking children if I was biologically capable of it.” Double What. “I have never seen a being more ethereally beautiful and haunting, and I am genuinely tempted to write poetry about how gorgeous he is. And I would appreciate it if you would ease off my back about it, and just let me enjoy my fantasies in peace, alright?” Hood finished his tirade, much to the shock of both his siblings and Danny. He’d been rather loud, and several people had noticed Danny looking in that direction, baffled. Danny on the other hand…
…Oh ANCIENTS. That really just happened?! Holy crap holy crap holy crap! Red Hood. RED HOOD. Thought… all that?! About Danny?! Danny’s vigilante celebrity crush of all people?! He liked the Ghist King form?! ANCIENTS GIVE HIM STRENGTH. RED HOOD IS INTO DANNY. This was definitely not how Danny thought this summoning would go, he’d have thought he’d died and gone to heaven if it weren’t for the fact he was already dead multiple times over!
“Well, I have good news for you Hood” Robin spoke, having noticed Danny’s attention on them.
“What?”
“His Majesty apparently has very keen hearing”. Red Hood abruptly turned and saw Danny staring, and his face went bright red.
“…Oh”
There was a beat of silence, before Danny felt his face heat up and he quickly covered it, letting a flustered little whine escape him, decorum be damned. He’d heard things like t-that before, even in regular phantom form, but he’d never really heard it from anyone who Danny actually found likeable or attractive. Especially not where the king form was concerned. For once, Danny has been gifted a Monsterfucker he was genuinely into!! Thank you universe!! Dammit, he could hear Constantine snickering! Bastard!
“W-well. Thank you, that is um… quite the confidence booster” Danny choked out, peeking out at Red Hood through a gap between his fingers. Hood looked like he was blushing even harder, and damn it was cute! Danny wanted to burn that image into his retinas. All six of them.
“Y-you’re Welcome.” Hood replied, sounding a little hoarse. Now that Danny thought about it, he’d never heard Hood’s voice without the Helmet’s vocoder distorting it. He has a very nice voice, you can actually hear the Jersey accent. It would sound pretty nice screaming his naaaAAA DANIEL JAMES FENTON. NO. BAD GHOST KING. NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE HORNY.
“Oh my fucking god” Red Robin and Spoiler wheezed, partially collapsing from laughter. Signal and Orphan looked like they were barely keeping their composure, and Robin and Nightwing looked various different levels of horrified. Oh fuck, right, they have an audience here. Focus Danny focus!!
“Ahahah let’s back to the negotiations ey???!” Danny yelped, turning back to Constantine and removing his hands from his face and forcing a more confident grin onto his face. Constantine was clearly not convincinced by the display, and the other JL members weren’t quite sure how they felt about seeing more of Danny’s teeth. Batman looked like he was reevaluating life decisions, which was fair.
“Yes. We d-definitely should” Constantine choked, still laughing. Danny glared at him.
“John I swear to the ancients I can and will sic Youngblood on you again if you don’t shut up” Danny hissed. Constantine immediately groaned.
“Oh Christ please don’t. He threw eggs and toilet paper at me for a full forty eight hours. I don’t know where he got that many eggs, or that much bog roll, but I can’t face doing that much laundry again” he groaned, causing a few snickers from his coworkers. “Alright look, you’re a Guardian Spirit right? Protection based obsession? You could probably knock the price down since this likely counts as obsession fulfillment, right?” Oh fuck, yes! Why hadn’t Danny thought of that sooner!!
“You’re right, it does, I should have thought of that. It would decrease the price dramatically, since I’d be protecting such a large volume of people” Danny felt his core buzz excitedly at the prospect. “Actually, Obsession fulfillment can be considered a form of payment in and of itself!” It just didn’t happen very often because obsessions are complicated.
“Alright then! Now we’re getting somewhere!” Constantine grinned.
“Do you have other obsessions we could fulfill?” Zatanna queried. Green Lantern paled a little.
“His other obsessions could be something weird and dangerous, why would she ask that?? That just seems so unnecessarily risky” He muttered under his breath. Danny folded his arms, a little annoyed.
“I can hear you, Lantern” Danny said coldly, and the man immediately went white as a sheet and began stuttering apolgies. He shut up when Danny held up a hand.
“I understand your concern, believe me. There are plenty of unsavory spirits out there. I just wasn’t thrilled with your tone.” Danny sighed. “To answer your question Zatanna, my other primary obsession is Space. I’ve been in love with the cosmos since I was very young, and it carried over in death.” Danny explained sheepishly.
“That explains the cloak, I just thought it was for aesthetic purposes” Aquaman hummed. Danny lifted some of the material, smile fond. A few awed gasps sounded out as a couple shooting stars zoomed across the folds.
“Ah! I’ve got an idea!” Constantine grinned. “It fulfills the space obsession, and the protection one a bit! Your career started out as a small town vigilante right?”
“Started and remains so, I haven’t yet left the hero business, and don’t really plan on doing so any time soon” Danny shrugged. “Why’d you ask?”
“Wait, Constantine, you can’t be thinking of..” Green Arrow began.
“A Justice League membership would give you watchtower access.” Constantine grinned, and Danny’s eyes widened. Several people sputtered.
“Constantine, King Phantom is a massive unknown to us, we can’t just—” Superman protested. Batman nodded in agreement.
“It’d be fine. Phantom is a Guardian Spirit at heart. Giving him long term access to the watchtower would mean it’s protected against all supernatural threats, and in the case of a similar incident ever cropping up, we could simply call on him as another Member, and we wouldn’t have to go through this summoning ritual bullshite again. I can vouch for his character” John explained, before turning to Danny and speaking in choppy Ghost Speak with a mischievous grin. “It also mean that you is more likely to be path-crossing with Red Hood.”
Holy crap. This would be AWESOME. WATCHTOWER ACCESS?! He could hang out on the coolest space station ever?! Surrounded by cool heroes?! Working with them?? Making a much better second impression since the first one is scaring most of them?? Local hero Danny Phantom finally getting the recognition, support and respect he’s been craving since he was 14?? And beating Red Huntress to it is so totally a bonus!! Suck it Valerie!! And… oh man. Red Hood. Working together. Sharing a break room. That. That is an image. That is an image Danny likes. Oh ancients, potential for Office romance moments? (Is Danny still reeling from the fact he actually has a shot with Hood? 100%).
Who cares if the Observants don’t think it’s enough, Danny is not passing up this opportunity. “You’ve got a deal Hellblazer. I’d be honoured” Danny replied, bowing and barely containing his excitement. Danny stretched out his hand, condensing energy into solid matter and forming a Contract, holding it out to Constantine to take. The mage took it, grinning victoriously, but was met with several people protesting loudly. Dangit, Danny thought it was too easy —
“I stand with Constantine on this. A Guardian Spirit as strong as High King Phantom would be an invaluable asset to us all” Dr Fate spoke out over the crowd, silencing all voices of dissent. He’d been silent up until now, but Danny had noticed him scrutinizing him. Guess he… passed the test? Yay regardless. “…Do remember to read the fine print Constantine” the doctor murmured quietly.
“I’m not a bloody rookie, get your shiny mug out of my arse you wanker” Constantine grumbled. “No insidious loopholes for us to be snared in, and we’re allowed to terminate it at any time. Best deal you can probably get, especially from someone of Phantom’s caliber” Constantine smiled, signing his name and passing it to be signed by the rest of the JLD and Founding members. They all scanned the contract before signing. There were still some grumbling, but Zatanna told them that it was worth it for the amount of lives that will be saved. Finally, the contract was signed, and dissipated in a puff of smoke. Danny felt the distinctive tug on his core indicating the deal was done. FINALLY.
“Alright, the deal is made and all the terms are agreed upon. The contract is officially signed. I will deal with the invading forces, and make sure they will never be able to cut through to another dimension in the name of tyranny again” Danny straightened up as he spoke. “I will depart and deal with the threat at once.”
“The Justice League is in your debt King Phantom” Batman spoke, bowing respectfully. Now, Danny needed to go and chuck the fruitloop invaders back into their own dimension, and ward it against them escaping it again without noble intentions. It shouldn’t be too time consuming or exhausting… so he… Danny probably had time to… oh for the love of, just do it coward!! Danny turned once more to Red Hood, who immediately snapped to attention. Robin and Nightwing both reached for their weapons, while Red Robin pulled out a phone, smirking.
“Um. B-before I go, uh…” Danny mumbled nervously, looking away nervously. “R-Red Hood, if I may speak with you for a moment?” Holy crap he’s really doing this holy crap holy crap holy crap. Be cool Fenton! Red Hood walked up to the edge of the summoning circle, apparently oblivious to the terrified hissing and discouraging from Nightwing and Robin. Danny gulped nervously, hoping that his normal form wasn’t too much of a let down, and shifted back to regular Phantom, keeping the ring, crown and cloak. Danny immediately felt relieved when the blush returned to the vigilante’s cheeks - standard Phantom was still a hit! Blushing, Danny reached into his chest and began fumbling for his phone. Keys, wallet, emergency chloroform, Fenton Thermos, Soup Thermos, PHONE!!
“I-I’m cool with exchanging contact info, I-if you’d like to meet up and get lunch sometime?” Danny smiled nervously. “T-this is a lot easier than summoning circles, certainly much less messy” he explained while gesturing to the beat up looking phone. Hopefully this isn’t too sudden…
Red Hood gaped at him for a minute, before frantically fumbling for his own phone. “Y-yeah! I am very cool with that. Totally cool, very enthusiastic. I would love to have lunch with you sometime” he said, pulling out the phone and pulling up the New Contact page. The pair exchanged phone numbers, putting each other’s contact information in.
“Um. Y’know, not the first time someone’s y’know. Reacted like that to the Ghost King Form. It’s just… first time it’s been from someone this hot” Danny admitted, glancing up at the vigilante. Ancients he was hot. Now that they’re eye level Danny could see all the details and was mentally filing them away for later when he was alone. Ugh, those muscles, and his hair looks so fluffy! Scars look pretty hot too, Danny could wouldn’t mind adding in a few of his own marks to that stunning canvas - focus Danny!!
“R-really? High praise coming from you King Phantom” Hood smiled. Danny resisted the urge to kiss that smile… and that jawline… and neck…. shoulders… wait shit! He needs to give the guy his actual name first!!
“Oh, you can call me Danny. My full name’s Danny Phantom.” He said quickly while phasing his phone back into his body, unable to wipe the grin off his face.
“Danny then. Cute name” Hood smirked. Oh Danny really wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Preferably by pinning him against a wall. Or floor, or potentially a ceiling — The nearest available flat surface. “So, you thought I was hot?” Focus Danny, you can be horny later.
“Oh yes, drop dead gorgeous.” Danny laughed. “Not to mention what you said had my cold dead heart skip a beat or two.” Or maybe flat out stop it for a few seconds, but no one needs to know that.
“Was that a death pun? What that two death puns?” Hood asked, eyes wide with amusement and surprise. Ahh, so he also appreciates dark humour. God, he was way too perfect. Danny is definitely going off the deep end here.
“Mayybe” Danny smirked. Time to show off, just a little. And also indulge, just a little (he couldn’t resist, Hood was WAY too hot!!). Danny pushed some energy into his hands, and casually tore through the summoning barrier. He leaned in, while his target was still stunned, and promptly gave Hood a chaste little peck on the cheek. Ancients, he smelt fantastic! He smelt of Lazarus Ecto, Curses and tea, plus Danny could actually detect a hint of gunpowder, which was insanely sexy.
He then yoinked himself back and flew away, before his poor impluse control got the better of him. He spotted Nightwing lying prone on the floor and Spoiler wheeze laughing. Guess the guy fainted. “OKAYGOTTAGOSAVELIVESNOWCALLMEBYEEEEEEE!!” He screamed, hurting out of the watchtower window and towards the dimensional rip. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“FUUUUUUUUCKKK YEEEEEEEESSS!!” Danny screamed with joy, body slamming a spaceship back through the Interdimensional Rip. He has a date with The Red Hood! Danny Phantom has a date with The Red Hood!
Finally, the invaders were dealt with. He’d basically just drop kicked several battleships back into their native dimension, and sent Dan, Fright Knight, Pandora and the Skeleton Army to collect (and beat up) any stragglers, while weaving a ward around that dimension. Unless they were doing it with good intentions, no one could get out of that dimension.
He opened a portal into his room and collapsed on his bed with an exhausted but happy wheeze. He pulled his belongings out of himself with a grin, before shifting back to human form. Jazz was walking by, but upon noticing the flash of light from his transformation, quickly dashed in.
“Danny!! You’re back!! I saw the news, you did it!!” She cheered, bundling him up into a crushing hug. Danny, at that point, was too exhausted to hug her back, so just nuzzled his head against her chest. She released him, and laughed as he plopped back down into his bed like a ragdoll. “Oof, okay. You look like shit, so I assume you’re exhausted.”
“Dead tired” Danny chuckled.
“Can you at least give me the highlights??” Jazz smiled, then smirked. “You’ve got a stupid grin on your face so I take it something good happened.”
“Well, firstly: I’m joining the Justice League” he grinned. Jazz’s eyes widened, before she squealed in joy and hugged him again, this time lifting Danny up and spinning him around the room, before droppping him back on the bed. “Don’t tell mom and dad until tomorrow. I don’t have the energy for their particular brand of enthusiasm right now” Danny wheezed.
“I won’t but congratulations congratulations congratulations!!” She grinned, sitting up. “You’ve earned it little brother, seriously. Anything else??”
“Ohhhh definitely. But you can tell nobody, it’s my news to share” Danny grinned. She nodded gravely, grinning again when Danny lifted his phone. Time for the bombshell to end all bombshells: “I got Red Hood’s fucking phone number” he grinned victoriously.
Jazz proceeded to loose her mind, quite loudly. Danny had to clamp a hand over her mouth, laughing, so she wouldn’t wake their parents. Suffice to say his big sister was happy for him.
Oh ancients, Danny could not wait to text Red Hood in the morning…
PART ONE
And here’s the highly requested part two!! Thank you all so much for all the love on the first part, I’m so glad you all enjoyed it! Hope this lives up to your expectations.
I will be continuing this further, and posting this on Ao3. All future additions to the story will be posted there.
Again, thank you for all the love, & if you’ve got potential date ideas for these two idiots I’d love to hear them.
What if Danny didn't die? He does open the portal but for the first time in their lives the Fentons followed OSHA regulations.
He doesn't have the powers, but he was right there when the portal opened, he saw the tear in reality and it...it did things.
It wasn't something that a humans mind was supposed to see, while the Infinite Realms are the in-between dimensions, and what is in-between the in-between?
Elder gods, slumbering calamities, fallen angels hid from their gods ever present eye, righteous spirits who reached nirvana, monsters beyond imagination...
The crack before the Realms snapped to his dimension was only open for a mere moment, a single millisecond but to the young boy it was eternity, and he could only watches as all those beings turned their attentions to him, they saw him, observed him as much as he did them.
He had fallen, screaming as he clutched his eyes, his eyes and ears were bleeding, his brain pounded so hard it felt as if it was going to knock out his eyeballs, Sam and Tucker, spared from it all as they had turned their heads when the lightning flashed and rent the portal open could only rush to the boy, trying to help him but all he could do was scream. Because what was beyond had saw him, and gave him a gift.
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Far away, in a tall tower, a man with a gleaming gold helmet shuddered as the ankh of light in front of him shattered.
He fell to the floor, the minor magic he used failing as the more complex spell fizzled and broke, leaving him painfully wheezing on the ground, clutching at his chest.
"N-no...T-this can not be...T-The order...it...it failed...it can not fail!" Dragging himself across the Tower of Orders floor, Dr. Fate forced himself over to a lone summoning circle, falling onto it with an exhausted groan, the Gaurdian of Order muttered a soft word, and the circle flared, and in an instant he was gone, leaving the Tower shaking it it's wake.
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On the couch of the House of Magic, John Constantine was feeling as if the world had fucked him so hard in the ass he would never be able to walk straight ever again.
And with the pounding in his skull from a truly deadly hangover wasn't helping either.
Nor was the half dead Dr. Fate puking up his guts in his living room.
"Argh" which translated to "What the bloody fuck are you doing in my house you daft shiny headed prick" but John didn't really have the strength to say that.
"Blugh" was what the ever regal Dr. Fate responded with, which obviously meant "The border between realities have been broken, the Beyond Dark knows of our existence and has seen our world, they have come to either eat upon our existence and reality or defend agaisnt the others that seek to only fill their own unexistance."
John of course, carefully and gracefully pissed himself.
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In Faccuet City, a young Billy Batson screamed as his head exploded with noise, the gods and heros alike were all suddenly the strongest they had ever been, their powers flooded and overwhelmed his mortal form, and to save his life, the Champion of Magic forced itself into being.
Even in the Champions form the sudden influx of godly might was almost too much, steam charged with lightning billowed off him in great plooms, sparks zapped from his finger tips to the ground, and the air stunk of ozone all around him.
The gods were ranting, each talking over each other, debating in so many dead languages Billy's mind could keep up the translations.
It wasn't until Solomons voice boomed over the others that the voices fell quiet. "ENOUGH! NOW IS NOT THE TIME OF IN FIGHTING, THE BEYOND IS AT OUR DOOR..."
Taking a breath even if he didn't need it, the ancient king looked all the years he had lived and then some, "Young William...oh dear precious boy...our dear son. A great advent has begun, a door which should never been opened has been thrown wide...the beasts you face, the abominations of teeth and tentacles are just the mites that have slipped under the door...waht is to come will make all that you have faced look like mice...we will not have enough time to prepare you with what is to come..."
Solomons voice broke at the end, and he hung his head in the mental image in Billy's head "Seek out others, join forces with any. All those in touch with the arcane shall know of what just happened...as Champion you will be the spear head, the general of them all...you will lead them agaisnt the Beyond."
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It took a week for Danny to come back to himself again, at least a little bit, he still had a haunted look in his eyes, and was far to quiet. He barely spoke at all, but when he did it was in ramblings of things not understood by any of them.
His parents assumed it had been a ghost that left in this state, their hatred for the ectoplasmic beings growing more and more as their son, their boy grew worse.
Jazz, unlike her parents listened to what Danny described, studied what she could and figured out what she couldn't, at each dead en she pushed, with Tuckers help she gained access to computer systems that held secrets of the occult, and with Sam's freely given credit card? Oh she dived deep into spell, trying desperately to find any kind of cure for Danny's predicament.
As time went on the boy only got worse, he had begun seeing the beings in the Beyond, some whispered wisdom, of long lost ways to calm the millions of mutterings in his gray matter and the pounding of his heart, while others screamed, in jubilation and rage, as it is only in being seen did they become real, and becoming real meant they had a foot hold in existence.
The wise figures, while helping had also steered him to their own goals, some told him to hate the jabbering hordes, others said that the only way to truly to be rid of them was to be nothing as well, to go far past being a person, into being one with the Byond.
Some of the mutterings lead to more questions, they spoke of Gods long forgotten and recent, of their betrayals and what they did to fall, others claimed that they were not fallen, that they were there to protect him from those that were.
The more and more he listened the more and more he saw of them, until Danny began to not understand what was real and what wasnt.
So he didn't even flinch when a group of imposing figures were in his room when he came up to his bed, hoping that the voices of Parathax the Unbeliever would be quiet enough for him to sleep.
Oh he did scream quite a bit when the sad trench coat man with a multi fractured sould reached out and touched him.
Various small redesigns / me figuring out how to draw characters…
[ft a small doodle of a sentinel design for Alan by @faemorrigan !!] [also some notes below]
Phantom stranger
- not gonna lie I just really wanted to give him some more gold on his design, as well as some brighter aspects to clash with his darker suit
- his hair is a bit more like fire, with it floating a bit and pieces breaking off and fading too
- the spots under his eyes act like a sort of bioluminescence! Put under shadow they glow and give him resemblance to spiders with it looking like he has 8 eyes.
Kent Nelson
- I wanted to give him some sun damage on his skin, the worst is on his arms but there’s a bit on his face too.
- also due to prolonged use of the helmet, his eye shifted colour to yellow
- he has meat on his bones now bc i said so.
- his outfit resembles a little bit more of a classic adventurer’s outfit and is darker and more desaturated compared to Khalid
Khalid Nassour
- in contrast Khalid has lighter accents + brighter
- additionally I wanted to add gloves to his design to reflect him being a doctor and let him have baggier clothing that doesn’t exactly let you see his build. That and layers
- similar to Kent his eyes are slightly changed to gold, though the effects are less so.
Jay Nakamura
- wanted to keep his glasses. Bc I miss them
- more elements that are rounded + gave him a lot more parts of clothing that flow off him. Meant to be a lot looser compared to Jon’s tight suit.
Vic Sage
- mostly just wanted to mess around here and didn’t stray too far. However I have his coat some rips here and there + signs of repair
- also warm colours hidden under colder colours, and darker but warm gloves
