that time when danny accidentally overshadowed bruce wayne (dpxdc)
Danny felt a pull on his gut- a pull that he’s intimately familiar with, a pull that is almost always followed by a summoning. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to follow the sensation, going ghost in the middle.
Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne was sitting in the middle of a chalk circle, tied haphazardly to a chair. A cloth was stuffed into his mouth, likely because his kidnappers got tired of his brain-dead yapping. He internally rolled his eyes, waiting for one of the Bats to “save” him.
His kidnappers stepped out of the shadows, surrounding the chalk circle which was not actually a chalk circle and holy shit that’s a ritual circle and he’s a sacrifice and has the Brucie Wayne persona bled through to his actual brain because how could he have missed that-
The cultists began chanting in Latin, and Bruce began to panic slightly. Where were the bats??
Before they finished the supposed summoning, the Bats broke through a window. They took down the cultists with ease, readying themselves to retrieve Bruce from the circle.
It was too late, however.
The chalk circle began to glow a strangely familiar shade of green, reminiscent of the Lazarus Pits. Red Robin, Nightwing, and Red Hood attempted to break the chalk circle, but a barrier went up and he couldn’t get through. The Bats were forced to watch in horror as their father- the man who took them in when they had nothing, the man who raised them, loved them, helped them, saved them- was consumed by green light.
After a minute, the green light died down. Siting unscathed in the center of the light was Bruce. The Bats rushed to him, ready to check him over, when he stood up robotically and turned to them.
“Yo, uh, I think I accidentally possessed Batman? I kinda gotta get back to school, I have a math test that I was actually prepared for and now I’m going to miss it! Also I am so not used to being in the body of a grown man, can y’all exorcise me or something?”
Danny Phantom Crossover Supernatural: Amity Park used to have the usual number of demons. It doesn't have any now. Turns out ghosts can remove demons from their human hosts the same way they remove Overshadowing ghosts.
Vlad could conceivably use his powers to overshadow Jack and take over his life.
I know the Fentons invented anti-overshadowing tech and that Jack was able to resist Vlad’s overshadowing before (even if just briefly), but like Vlad is a genius too so could potentially find a way around that (or the story could just handwave it)
So now Vlad has infiltrated the Fenton household. He probably does try to act like Jack at least at first, but that guise might slip over time.
He knows ghost tech, so FentonWorks presumably still continues in a similar(ish) way, but maybe he shifts his own focus somewhat to “managing the business” so that he can have his financial high life.
And he’s, well, Vlad, so he’s very much not a great parent. Not that Jack was the best parent either (overenthusiastic about ghost hunting and lacking in lab safety), but he at least had better intentions than Vlad.
+if you want a DP x DC crossover, maybe “Jack” brings them to an event hosted by the Waynes where the bats notice something is wrong
When Danny first gets his powers he really struggles with them the first time he uses them. He goes in and out of visibility without meaning to. Solid objects just fall through his hands, etc. The only power he got down right off the bat was overshadowing.
Which is a shame because we missed out on an episode where he accidentally slips into someone’s body, freaks out, doesn’t know how to get out, and has to spend the whole day literally in someone else’s shoes until he can figure out how to leave their body.
Never bring an alien and an astronomy nerd to a ghost fight
Prologue :
It was 9 am in Gotham time when Wonder Woman contacted the watch tower. A very weary looking Batman picked up her call with a grunt.
"What."
"Bruce, it's Diana. Clark and I teamed up to fight Lex Luthor and Circe on paradise island. We won the battle, but Luthor, he... He used red kryptonite on Clark. I was barely able to hold him back this time before he flew off, and he is no longer on the island." Wonder Woman reported, looking very concerned.
Batman narrowed his eyes. "If you can't find him, what makes you think I can?"
The Amazon princess had to hold back a scoff. "Bruce...the league already knows about your satellite network."
Batman raised an eyebrow. "I assume Green Lantern told?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. So you have his location?" Diana replied
"I already started tracking him 5 minutes before you called. I've narrowed it down to north America."
"Come on `world's greatest detective', we both know Clark better than that. Where would he go?"
"I already checked Metropolis. The results just came back, he's not in Smallville either. But he is near the west coast. According to the computer he's in..." Batman froze, and his blood turned to ice, he whispered an almost imperceptibly quiet "No, it can't be...."
Diana folded her arms. "Bruce, where is he. This is not the time to withhold information."
Batman quickly regained composure "Diana, do not Persue. Tell the rest of the league to be on standby. Contact justice league dark, have them ready to step in on my say. We have a code white."
"but that could only mean... Great Hera, Superman is in Colorado?!!!" The Amazon exclaimed, her stance becoming tense.
"Yes. Amity Park, to be precise. One of ithe most powerful heros on the planet is in a town overrun by hostiles with unknown extra dimensional powers and mind control capabilities. Nobody moves in unless I say so." Batman responded in an eerily calm tone, but Wonder woman could tell by the look in his eyes that something was bothering him.
"He's going to be alright Bruce. the kryptonite will wear off in 11 more hours, and then we will all grab a meal together and laugh." She paused. "Well, Clark and I will laugh. You will probably do that thing that almost resembles a smile with your face."
Batman sighed. "Thanks; but it's not Clark I'm worried about. We both know he's overcome this before. He'll find his way out like he always does." He paused and reluctantly admitted "it's.... My new ward. He lives there."
Diana looked puzzled. "A new Robin? Or maybe a Batgirl this time?"
"No, not.... Exactly. He's... Complicated. I can only hope he's ready to handle this. " Batman admitted, sounding hesitant.
"Bruce, if he's anything like your other children, he'll be fine. They were trained to be strong, brave warriors by the best. Just let him know to stay safe, the league will handle this. "
A message pinged on the watchtower computer and after quickly reading it, Batman sighed. "... Apparently, there's no need. He has this under control. I'll meet him for extraction in 11 hours. I'm telling everyone to stand down. Batman out."
And with that, he hung up, leaving the Amazon princess confused and curious on the other end of the line.
....
Chapter 1:
Sam Manson and Tucker Foley stared at 'Superman' with twin looks of shock. Finally, Tucker spoke. "Do you think.... He's alright in there?"
"He's done this before so he's going to be okay. I've been with him on an overshadowing trip, and we came out alright, remember?" Sam replied, sounding more like she wanted to convince herself than Tucker.
"I mean, yeah, but those were different circumstances. Who even knows what Superman is? And Danny has already been in him for -" Tucker checked his PDA " 17 minutes and 42 seconds. I'm telling you, we should get him outta there. Or at least, figure a way to get him outta the public."
Sam shook her head. "Don't you think Superman was acting freaky? His eyes were red, but on the news, they're always blue."
"And you'd know, with how bad you crush on him, even though he's old enough to be -" Tucker was abruptly cut off by Sam's withering glare.
"I do not have a crush. Aliens are passe. Sure I used to like them, but ghosts are where it's at. Like cellphones." She retorted, and quickly added "anyway, if Superman has some weird mind control thing going on like with ghost freak, it's probably safer to let Danny stay in there instead of using the Fenton ghost catcher, especially after what happened last time."
"True, but we definitely should at least get him down. He's starting to attract pigeons." Tucker pointed up at the man of steel, frozen in mid flight and true to the techno geek's observation; several birds were beginning to land on his shoulders.
Sam nodded. "I agree there. Got the Fenton ghost fisher?"
Tucker pulled out a fishing pole with luminescent fishing line attached. "By now you even have to ask?"
"You forgot the thermos last week Foley, a boyscout you are not. Now give it here, I have an idea."
Reluctantly Tucker handed the Fenton ghost fisher to Sam. "What are you gonna do? Even if you would get a sweet fishing story, I don't think that the hook is gonna do much. Superman is supposed to be invincible,same for his clothes."
"Which is why I'm trying something else. Now hush, I need to focus so I can get this right...." Sam muttered, untieing the line from the hook, then fashioning it into a makeshift lasso. "Alright, should be good, the knots are always the tricky part. How's your aim?"
"Good enough, why?" Tucker asked, before Sam quickly handed him the newly fashioned Fenton ghost lasso.
"Because mine sucks. Has ever since girl scouts. Don't. Ask. You take that to your grave." She gave Tucker a scowl to let him know she meant business.
"Okay, touchey subject, gotcha. Question. How tall is Superman?" Tucker asked, holding his thumb in front of him to measure distance while doing some mental mathematics.
"6'3. Most people think it's 6'4, but actually that's just his hair being extra curly." Sam responded without missing a breath.
"uh huh. Totally didn't have a crush." He smirked and held up a finger to stop Sam's indignant retort. "alright, accounting for local wind density, height off the ground, and the hope that this stunt doesn't get us both half killed by a pissed off Superman...." Tucker threw the lasso at the man of steel, caught his foot on the first try, and pulled the line tight so it wrapped around his ankle. "Boom! Tucker Foley sinks the shot, and the crowd goes wild!"
"Uh huh. Sure. I don't think basketball metaphors apply to lassos Tuck. Now help me pull him out of here." Sam replied dryly
"Hey! What makes you think I can't handle him myself?" Tucker said indignantly
"Because the sum total of all the muscles in your body are in your thumbs from gaming. You forget, I helped you pass PE."
Tucker rolled his eyes. "Whatever dudette. All I'm sayin is he's not that heavy. It's like how Danny weighs nothing when he flies, gotta be some sort of mollecular minipulation or a psionic feild or something."
Sam took a moment to think it over. "Hey, yeah, you're right. Come to think of it, even with both of us, shouldn't he be pretty heavy? I wonder if he's catatonic. Maybe when Danny overshadowed him, Superman's body went into this state as a subconscious defense mechanism..." She caught Tucker's smirk "oh, wipe that look away, it's impossible to hang around Danny without getting a psychology lecture from his sister. She's almost as obsessed as his parents. Anyway, some of it is surprisingly helpful, once you get past the boring stuff."
Tucker nodded, wearing a poker face that didn't really hide his continued amusement very well. "If you say so. Question is, if Danny's stuck that way, how do we get him out? Jazz ever say anything about waking up someone catatonic?"
Sam frowned. "Maybe? I zoned out at that part, I think it had to do with giving the person a shock."
"Sounds simple enough. Alright Supes, wake up!" Tucker yelled, and then tried to slap him, quickly recoiling in pain on impact with the man of steel "Ow! What the- oh, right, invulnerability. Guess the news articles weren't kidding. Did it do anything?"
Sam looked at Superman and shook her head. "Nope, still outta it. Pretty sure unless you got a weird glowing green rock, anything short of a mountain collapsing on him isn't going to register. And, no, before you ask Tucker, I'm not going to have my parents buy a mountain to collapse on him so you can sell tickets."
"Aw man, you never let us have any fun. So how do we shock him then?" Tucker asked
"maybe it's like curing the hiccups? We could surprise him somehow? Hold his nose and have him drink a glass of water?" Sam shook her head "No... That won't work. Which means..." She trailed off.
"Uh oh. No. Nu uh. I know that look Samantha Manson, and it usually winds up with someone in the hospital, jail, or half dead. Not happening!" Tucker protested at the sight of an all too familiar gleam in the goth's eyes.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Got any better ideas?"
Tucker was silent for a long moment. "....Dammit. Okay, fine, but the moment this involves a hospital or cops I'm out. I'm not even kidding."
"Relax. I have a plan, and it's 100% fool proof." Sam reassured him.
"I was afraid you'd say that. What we gotta do?" Tucker asked.
"Just take Danny/Superman and meet me outside the mattress factory in 20. I have to go get ready. Oh, and keep the birds away from him. And no selling photos to strangers." Sam told her friend with a smile as she slipped into a nearby alley,headed for the old factory.
"Sam, that makes no sense." Tucker called after her and was met with silence as she had quickly dissapeared into the shadows. "ugh, hate when she does that, right big guy?" He looked nervously up at Superman. "Whatever, what would you know? Alright, can't keep you all frozen forever, Danny is probably getting freaked out in there... Weird psychology mumbo jumbo or not, I still think it wasn't a good idea to go in alone. We talked about this man, we're a team. Sam and I don't have powers, but we can still kick ass! Just... For real, Don't keep us sidelined anymore, okay dude? Especially Sam. You both are my best friends, and I don't want to see you getting hurt." As ever, Superman remained unmoving and catatonic, showing no sign he or Danny had heard a word Tucker said as he dragged Superman's body alongside him like a balloon on a glowing string. Tucker sighed. "I hear you my dude. Good talk."
....
End of chapter 1
@impyssadobsessions so, I took your suggestion and decided to write the Superman/DP possession crossover! It turned out that once I got started, there was a lot of content I wanted to include, so this is part 1/? Instead of just a oneshot, but for my general sanity I'm going to try to keep it short! Hope everyone enjoys!
I don't remember who came up with the idea but yknow the headcannon where ghosts see more colors than we do? And how overshadowing typically changes the person's eyecolor? What if to the ghosts the overshadowed's eyes are how they always were because the overshadower can subtly change the color of the glow but they can only change it on the ghost color sight spectrum? So it's really easy for non ghosts to figure out who's overshadowed but extremely irritating for ghosts to? Idk
The floorboards creak under my feet and move, the wood of the windowsill clicks under my hands, and outside, next to the pathway, even the broken and crumbling trunk of a lime tree is putting out fat brown buds – in a few weeks it will have silky green leaves, just like the broad-sweeping branches of the plane tree that overshadows it.
