Flinging My Art Into The Void

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[tumbling-darkling]

You Can’t Punch a Ghost

AO3

A classic Danny Phantom and My Hero Academia Crossover where Danny ends up in Japan by accident and needs to figure out how to get back home. Easier said than done of course. It helps that Danny is ridiculously OP and may be able to help out during his time there.

Danny knew about natural ghost portals, how they were very random, rarely showed up outside of ectoplasmic hot spots, and mainly only affected the unluckiest of people in terms of tearing them from this familiar time and space and spitting them out into something completely different. He also knew the ones in the ghost zone were ones you don’t go in willingly unless you want to ditch the world you know so well and never want to be found again.

So imagine his goddamn surprise when one decides to fuck up his life before he even gets a chance to process what the fuck was happening.

“This is honestly a new low, I mean seriously. I was pretty sure I was going to die again from a heart attack when I saw your ugly face. I mean, it’s not as low as the whole cloning incident, which I am still rightfully pissed about,” Danny hissed, shooting an ectoray in Vlad’s general direction, “but watching me sleep? Didn’t you already plant enough cameras in my house to do that from your castle?”

“I was not watching you sleep, Daniel. I had simply shown up to wake you up,” Vlad hummed as he dodged the ray, finally slowing down after the long chase Danny had given after the froot loop.

“Oh, so now it’s your goal too to absolutely ruin my sleep schedule, huh? The rest of the ghosts already cause enough grief, and now you’re doing it too? I have you scheduled in for times after NOON. Go back to bed and let me get at least an hour's worth,” Danny groaned in annoyance. Did he seriously just drag him all the way out here to tell him he wanted to wake him up? He didn’t have to deal with this, honestly he never thought he would see the day that Vlad would stoop to his level of petty pranks.

“Aren’t you even remotely curious about what I have to say?” Vlad asked.

“Nope,” Danny replied bluntly. What a waste of time.

“What about the fact that the thin veil around amity is spreading?”

Danny pauses, then glanced over, “again. You chose to wake me up by staring at me, then dragged me all the way out here, to tell me that? There is a special device. Called cell phones. Which I have. Which you have the number of. That you could have used,” Danny spat in the most condescending tone he could muster.

“You would have just ignored my texts or calls.”

“Yeah. Because this doesn’t seem like my problem? Maybe the veil spreads on its own then returns to Amity? Like natural patterns or whatever. It’s not causing issues. The worst is that natural portals show up and ghosts slip through, but they just end up back in amity. Even if they didn’t, your little bounty proved there’s other, less competent, but other ghost hunters that will deal with it. Eventually. I’m going back to bed,” Danny spun around and aimed to head back home.

He was surprised by the plasma ray to his back that shot him out of the sky with a yelp as he crashed to the ground. He snarled, taking Vlad’s invitation to fight as he shot back into the sky and threw an ectoplasmic punch into his gut. Vlad split into clones before Danny managed to land a punch and blasted him again, “you have no respect for responsibility, I was giving you a chance to prove yourself and you threw it away like the child you are. How you managed to obtain-!”

Danny shot a series of rays into Vlad’s clones, destroying them before he tackled the real one with a snarl, cutting him off, “oh fuck off with your tests! I don’t answer to you! You aren’t my dad, my mentor, or anything I will ever respect! Get that through your thick skull you psychotic froot loop!” Vlad grabbed him by the arm and threw him off, but that wasn’t very effective as Danny just spun in the air and slammed right back into the asshat, sending them both backwards and through something… that sent off a chill that ran down Danny’s spine.

Danny barely registered what he just did when Vlad slammed him against a building and disappeared, Danny’s vision swimming as his powers shorted out from the sudden pain and he reverted back to Fenton. Then he dropped into an open dumpster below him, hearing multiple crunches beneath and within him before a final slam knocked him out.

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Shouta was out on patrol when some guy ran from out of an alley and waved him down, or more like he was yelling out in general on how he needed to call for a hero or ambulance.

He landed softly, approaching carefully as he managed to calm the bystander down, asking what the issue was as he took note of the ragged clothes and scrawny look. Homeless from the looks of it, and not doing well. It explained why he didn’t have a phone to call in for help.

“I uh- was checking dumpsters, some of them have really good stuff people throw away like it’s trash and- uh…”

“You don’t have to explain why you were there, just tell me what’s wrong,” Shouta huffed, annoyed. He had a lot on his mind, especially regarding the recent events regarding his class and his problem children. He would rather punch out a villain than negotiate information out of a panicking citizen.

“There’s a dead kid,” he sputtered.

Shouta felt his blood run cold, “where?”

“The green dumpster, I opened it and he was just laying there- I freaked out when I saw him-,”

Shouta didn’t bother to listen to the rest as he rushed to the described dumpster and threw open the heavy lid. Sure enough, there was a raven haired kid laying in the garbage. Crimson covered his face and he looked almost as pale as a ghost, it was easy to think he was dead with a short glance. He couldn’t be completely sure the kid was in fact dead, unless he got a pulse checked, and it was hard when he had to hold up the dumpster lid while attempting to check. He glanced over to the bystander, “Hey, come hold this up while I get him out.”

The bystander didn’t argue, running over to hold up the lid as Shouta reached in and lifted the kid out, already assuming the worst as the kids skin was freezing cold. He carefully laid him down as the bystander dropped the lid and took a few steps back, shuffling his feet as Shouta took out his cell and dialed 911, then went to check for a pulse. He could feel any hope that this kid was alive slipping as he didn’t feel a pulse.

The operator picked up, “I need-,” Shouta began and paused as he felt the faintest hint of a pulse, his heart fluttering slightly with hope, “an ambulance, Musutafu, an alley just off Might’s Avenue. Fast. Looks like a head wound, loss of blood, very faint pulse and cold to the touch.” Shouta glanced back up at the bystander, “you may have just saved this kid.”

The bystander glanced at his feet, “Ah- just… he’s so young… I couldn’t leave him…”

Shouta turned his attention back to the kid, finding out the blood on his face was coming from a wound on his head. Either someone tried to kill him and dumped his body in the dumpster so it wouldn’t be found, or he got hit on the head by the lid. Both options had a variety of questions: who's, what's and why’s. But if the kid lived, he may just get his answers.

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Danny felt like absolute shit before he could even manage to peel his eyes open, the glaring light above him giving him an instant headache. He twisted, groaning in annoyance as he lifted his hand to his face to try and block out the light and struggled with the sheets he seemed to be wrapped in. In a fit of frustration, he managed to aggressively kick the sheets off and free himself from its bundled prison. He used his hands to prop himself up and felt a wave of nausea wash over him, causing him to pause slightly and wait for it to pass.

He glanced around the room he was in, his scrambled thoughts slowly falling into place as he tried to remember what he was last doing and where he could be. He didn’t recognize the room whatsoever… but it looked a lot like a hospital…

He looked down at his arms and finally noticed the IV, and frowned. Okay. Definitely a hospital. The bundled sheets on the floor, IV running up his arm, and very chemical smell in the air confirmed it.

He then remembered Vlad and forced down a growl rising in his throat, the asshole dragged him out in the middle of the night then threw him hard enough to knock him out, someone must have come by and noticed him passed out and took him to a hospital- shit did he transform back? Was he still-?!

He quickly reached up and pulled his hair in front of his eyes, taking note of the raven black colour and leaning back with a sigh. So, Fenton. Not Phantom.

The clicking of the door handle caught his attention as a man walked in dressed in scrubs; then paused as he noticed Danny staring at him. “Y-you’re awake?”

Danny blinked at the stammered question, nodding, “uh… yeah?”

Before Danny could ask him anything, the nurse was gone and Danny was left alone in the room once more. He glanced at the IV’s again and then around the room as he twiddled his thumbs a little. A year or two ago, he would be freaking out. Fearful of what doctors would find if they tried any sort of tests, but thanks to Frostbite he was able to figure out what parts of his human half were irregular in medical terms. Nothing that would suggest too strongly about his ghost half. At most he had a bit of ectoplasm in his bloodstream. But that was easy to disregard since his home was an ectoplasmic hot spot, it would be weird if he didn’t have some in his body. He bet Jazz even had some ectoplasm in her blood, he wasn’t as sure with mom and dad since they wore hazmats most of the time, but again it would be weird if they didn’t have any ectoplasm in their DNA anywhere, Danny just had a bit more thanks to his ghost half. The other irregularities happened to be conditions other people sometimes had, usually it would cause issues but there always seemed to be cases where it doesn’t bother the person. Slow heartbeat, slightly colder body temperature, that kind of thing.

So hospitals just weren’t as scary as he thought they would have been. The worst was that haunted hospital that Spectra decided to use to mess with him. This was like a hotel compared to that experience, so not bad. As much as he was tempted to be uncooperative in the idea that it was easier to just fly out of the building and head home, it would be weird for a kid to just… disappear. Not to mention news stations go nuts for kids disappearing from hospitals, so that draws a lot of attention from the media and the last thing he needed was more bad press on Phantom. The closest connection people have was the rumour that he was dating his ghost half, which worked, surprisingly. So no doubt there would be people guessing that Phantom kidnapped Fenton and then his parents would show up and shoot at him again and he would have to disappear and reappear and make some weak argument about how it wasn't Phantom, so it all just dragged out into a massive mess. If he answered the doctor's questions and got into contact with his parents, it was easier to say he was wandering and got lost then got mugged or something. His curfew would tighten, and his parents would hover for about a week but it was just a lot less hassle.

When a new person walked into the room, he was snapped out of his thoughts and looked up and jolted, choking back a squeak of surprise at what he saw. There was a person, they had a white coat like most doctors would, but it was their face- er-... head? Their head was… it was-

“Hello, my name is Doctor Ichiyo,” the doctor's alligator looking head spoke, their lips forming to make the words as they spoke instead of the mouth opening up wide like he had seen on nature documentaries. Were they a ghost? If they were, why hadn’t Danny’s ghost sense gone off? Was he hallucinating? “Can you tell me your name?” Danny opened and closed his mouth, unsure of how to react to… to the alligator face. The ‘Doctor’ gave him an odd look, “are you alright, young man? Anything in pain that we should be worried about?”

“Danny. Danny Fenton,” Danny squeaked out.

He saw the doctor's eyes widen, he was sure their eyebrows would be raised… if they had any. Which they didn’t. Because the doctor had an alligator head. And he was acting like it was normal. The nurse in the room was acting like it was normal. Was this normal? Had he finally lost his mind? “Do you have some sort of healing quirk, Danny?”

Danny sputtered, “uh- what.”

“A healing quirk? Or some other kind of quirk that may increase your metabolism? Some strength quirks are known to have positive healing effects.”

“What- I… what's a-...? A quirk?” He stammered through his thoughts, still very distracted by the person. With an alligator head. Were those glasses on the end of their snout holy shit how did he not notice that? How did they stay there? Tape? Or were they really good at balancing the glasses? Why at the end of their snout too shouldn’t they be right up to the eye none of this made any sense- hell the ghost zone made more sense than the Doctor sitting in front of him- what was happening.

“... Danny what year is it,” the Doctor asked, tilting their head.

Danny blinked as they did so, mirroring the action slightly just out of the fact that his brain was on rapid fire and he still had a headache and the alligator head was still tripping him up. Either he was dead. Or he was crazy. Both were very plausible. “2021,” he answered without a second thought.

The doctor frowned, why was he frowning- holy that was really weird to see though. An alligator frowning. The long jaw twisting to make the expression was still so weird-.

“Who’s the current number one hero?” The doctor asked next. The question was like a second punch to the gut for Danny at this point, number one hero?

That was an opinion thing, right? “You mean like comics? I’ve always been a fan of Spider-Man…” Danny trailed off as he saw the Doctors frown deepen even further, muttering under their breath.

Which Danny managed to pick up, hearing ‘the head wound was worse than we thought…’

Head wound?

Danny almost reached for his head, stopping himself when he realized that he shouldn’t have heard that, and kept his arms down with his hands on his lap. So was he really hallucinating? But why was it like he was answering all their questions wrong?

“One last question. Do you have a way to contact your parents or a guardian?”

Danny perked up again at this one, finally he knew he could get in contact with his parents, then maybe clear whatever the heck was up at this place. This had to be a prank, his vision being bad or some other reason. They’d show up and drag him back to amity park, familiar ground. “Uh yeah. I know the phone number, can I-,” the Doctor handed him a pen and paper and Danny nodded with a soft ‘thanks’. He quickly scribbled down his home number, Jazz’s number and finally Sam’s number, just in case. He handed it back to the Doctor who glanced at the numbers and nodded back, offering a new level of disturbing smile.

“Thank you, I’ll come back to check on you shortly,” and the doctor stood up and left, the nurse trailing after them with a more… concerned expression. As Danny was left alone once more he leaned back against the pillow and blinked.

“I must be hallucinating,” he stated to himself.

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“It’s… concerning,” Doctor Ichiyo shook her head, “he seems almost delusional. He stated the year was 2021, over 100 years off from our current date, he was confused about the mention of quirks and heroes, and the numbers he gave us for contacts are dead ends. We tried looking up his name, but it’s not in any Japanese medical records, not to mention it’s very… American? If he’s from America, we need a city or town so we can call someone there for possible records but from what information we did manage to get from him, it’s all false and odd. It’s likely he will give us a name of a fake town.”

Shouta blinked, “so the kid is lying? Hiding something?”

Dr. Ichiyo shook her head,” that’s the weirdest part. He genuinely seems to believe that his answers are correct. His reactions to my own made that very clear, we think it’s very severe head trauma, making his brain jumble up words, letters and numbers so what he thinks is correct comes out odd and jumbled. We plan to run an MRI test right after a quirk specialist checks him over, see if he does have a quirk we should be concerned about. It can get dangerous when a patient forgets about their quirk and it gets revealed, it tends to happen at the worst times, too.”

“And what happens if you can’t find anything?” Shouta asked, crossing his arms as he thought carefully. “No connections to America, or Japan, or anywhere?”

Dr Ichiyo glanced up, “Foster care. Most likely. He’s still young, and we aren’t going to toss him on the street. But he seemed very sure of the numbers he gave us. If he has a quirk and we reveal putting him in the system and he doesn’t like that…”

“He may run,” Shouta frowned.

“We have ways to prevent that of course,” the Doctor assured, “is there a reason why you’re so interested in this boy? Most heroes would have just left this up to the hospital by now.”

“He’s a young kid who was found in a dumpster with a serious head wound, my initial thought being the concern that someone wanted him dead. Do you know how he got there yet?”

The doctor shook her head, “we haven’t brought it up yet. The fact he woke up so quickly was surprising. We expected him to be out for a few days at the very least. We want to be careful about this kind of thing, head wounds always cause the most concern.”

Shouta nodded, “all right. I’ll be back later, and call me if you have any updates. I have work to do.” Shouta turned as he headed to leave, the mystery of the kid bouncing around in his head. Danny Fenton. He’d have to try and dig up information regarding that name. Connections. Relations. Anything.

Ever since the USJ field trip he’s been on edge. He took interest in young Shinso at the sports festival as well, offering training so he may eventually transfer to the hero course. The kids were all splitting up on internships, and he hadn’t had too much issue regarding it. His only other concern being about Iida. His brother being in the hospital thanks to Stain. But the kid would work through it, he had a strong moral sense to him. He didn’t expect him to do anything brash, that was more to be expected from his problem student… Midoriya.

So a kid ending up in a dumpster during the times Stain is active and after the League of Villains made their appearance? It raised questions. Concerns. Possible connections between either or both. It could be entirely unrelated, but he couldn’t take that chance yet.

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Danny was restless, and worried. Those questions were… weird. And the expressions he got in return (from the Doctor with an ALLIGATOR FACE HE MAY ADD) was not encouraging. Since he managed to get his thoughts together after the doctor had left, he noticed he was in one of those dumb hospital gowns. And that his clothes were neatly folded on a chair next to him. He reached over and dug his phone out of his pockets and turned it on, sighing in relief as the screen lit up and he quickly unlocked it. Immediately he tried to call Jazz first, lifting it to his ear and frowning as the cell beeped in response and the robotic voice of a woman told him the number was invalid. His phone was connected to wifi, so he tried the Internet next.

This was when he noticed something… off. The normal search engine he used was… different. It was spelled weird. The colour was off. The big thing that threw him off was the word ‘quirk’. It seemed… important. Extremely important. Ignoring the fact that the search engine was weird, he typed in the word.

The results were immediate.

And worrying.

They were… essentially powers. Powers people were born with. Powers that have been around since 2014. And apparently… The year was 2148.

Danny swallowed the lump in his throat.

So. At some point. He either went through a portal. Or. Clockwork decided it was time for another adventure. Across time and possibly even dimensions. The first reported quirk was a glowing baby in 2014. And he knew damn well that nothing like that ever happened in his world.

So different time. Different world.

Okay. Fun. Joy. This means these people think he’s crazy and he can’t contact his friends, his family, nobody.

He could feel his restlessness increasing by the second.

Amity was unguarded. His home, his territory. No- no Sam, Tucker and Jazz could handle it. They knew about the equipment and how to deal with lower level ghosts and higher level ghosts. And Sam and Tucker knew where to find his ally’s for any help when some of the more troublesome ones decided to show up.

They… they would be fine. They had to be fine.

Oh and mom and dad…

Time travel was one thing. He could be here and back within 5 minutes but this was dimension logic and who knows what that meant.

He could be gone for weeks.

Or hours.

He may just have to hope that whatever this mess was, dimension… time.. confusing mess, wouldn’t affect his time back at home.

And if it did…

You know what.

That’s a future Danny problem.

To distract himself, Danny opened his phone and checked out who this #1 hero was. It was an odd question, and seemed important. Once again, the results were immediate and he got his answer in the form of a list. A hero called ‘All Might’ was number one and had been for quite a few years. Then it went down the list, number two being a hero named Endeavor and three being a hero named Hawk’s. It was a long list and he decided to maybe not read off every single name. He almost missed the fact that it was listed as Japan’s Top Heroes.

So… did this mean he was in Japan? If he was, why was everyone speaking English? Or… were they all speaking English? He didn’t actually know- after meeting Wulf he tried to learn Esperanto. Which was difficult at first and then one day… it was like he knew it off the top of his head.

Or maybe this was just weird dimension language stuff. He didn’t know. Nothing made sense. He would just have to try to make sense of what he could.

So a world where almost everyone had powers, huh? Superheroes were a common sight. Maybe he could even pass off his ghost powers as a quirk or something… but the wiki page he found did explain some science… and the one thing that stood out was that people had one power. Usually being derived from one parent or a mix between the two. Danny… well his ghost powers were a big ol messy pot of powers. Invisibility, intangibility, not to mention ice is pretty new and not related at all to his ectoray’s…

Too much attention, and he may need to try to keep Phantom and Fenton separate, which meant if he wanted to pretend to have a quirk, he should limit it to one of his abilities. And let Phantom keep the rest. He chewed on his lip as he thought about his options. He had a really good handle on his ghost powers… but ice was still one he was trying to keep under control and he would slip up more often with it… he could also pretend to have no powers, quirkless as they called it here…

Would that be better or worse?

Scrolling through the information, he slowly began leaning more for the idea of having an ‘ice quirk’. There was a lot of history of quirkless people being targeted for various things, since they didn’t have much of a power to defend themselves against those that did… but also there was a profession of heroes. People getting paid to do hero work with licenses and everything. And heroes got a lot of benefits. Access to certain opportunities and the ability to use their quirks in public. Which apparently… using any powers in public was illegal unless in self defense. Vigilantes were like… super illegal. But to become a hero there was schooling, license exams, and it was listed to be very competitive. And Danny didn’t want to stay here for years.

Not to mention… he wasn’t the type to sit by and let people get hurt.

But the students did get access to heroes of the world, as well as some of the opportunities full blown heroes did. Especially this ‘UA’ school.

He tapped on the link to the schools information and swore under his breath to see he missed the time to get in. So much for that idea… so it would be sneaking around and into buildings then… guess he would really need to keep Phantom separate from Fenton, just to make it easier to survive in public. From all these news articles, it seemed like it was impossible to stay out of the light when a lot of attention is placed on someone.

He continued to try and think on what to do. How to get home. Then noticed another odd thing…

There was an app… one he didn’t recognize.

With a hesitant tap, he opened it and noticed it was some sort of notes app. And someone had already written in it.

-

Do not fret about Amity.

Remember to follow your heart.

— CW

-

Danny blinked at the note. Then blinked again. Then dropped his phone onto the table beside him so he wouldn’t crush it in his hands.

God.

Fucking.

Damnit.

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[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

How to fix a ripped plushie (clear and easy to follow) by 浪浪山陈三丫头手缝师傅

[pocket-deer-belly]

ok thank god there's so many fucking videos showing you how to do a ladder stitch like it's some kind of magic trick but here's the actual use case for it: closing a seam you can't reach the inside of. in all other cases, if you're fixing a ripped seam on pants, or on a tshirt, the ladder stitch is a messy, glorified running stitch.

[jkottke]

The Color Game. “Humans can’t reliably recall colors. This is a simple game to see how good (or bad) you are at it. We’ll show you five colors, then you’ll try and recreate them.” I scored 39/50 but got a perfect score on one color.

[brightgoat]

Pretty fun! Now I should probably go look at the night sky or something

[v0ideddr3ams]

You’re an artist no fair!

Starting to realize I may have sight issues…

[moon-covey]

[faebirdie]

this is funnier the earlier in march you reblog it it

[ari-shipping-stuff]

✨ it’s march ✨

[f-i-t-z-s-i-m-m-o-n-s-deactivat]

😔 it’s march 😔

[kuhuchan]

Baby it’s March🤡

[vesrose]

The artwork I made for @dptarotzine! (I'm credited as @/mooseymi) It was a very fun project, and all the contributors made such awesome stuff. Glad to be a part of it. 💚

Bonus scrapped concept sketches below:

[emichen88]

You wanna get wild? OKAY WE'LL SHOW YOU WILD!!!

@ambersonic96 @powerauerart

& I are proud to present this AMV we made w/ love and passion.

[astronnova]

danny hates christmas. dont look at the post date

[functionalasfuck]

DP x BNHA Food For Thought

[Masterpost]

I’ve been recently getting into DP x BNHA fics and love them. However, if you’re going to have a fic where Danny’s powers work kinda like quirks so Aizawa can kinda “erase” his abilities, might I suggest it doesn’t entirely work the way Aizawa intends because when he tries to capture Danny in his ghost form and erases his “quirk”, Danny immediately goes invisible and intangible because a ghosts’ abilities are “visibility and tangibility”

I just think it would be neat when every time the hero’s try to turn his powers off, his powers “activate” because the my hero world thinks he’s human. And they’re all bashing their heads against the wall trying to figure out why

[why-rock-look-tasty-if-no-eat]

[mercybound]

We must begin to summon the Boy.

Start a reposting chain with the following Gif to help him rise.

[waspsarebetterthanbeesanyways]

Saved from vivisection fic but it’s not Danny who gets saved, it’s Batman / one of the batkids.

Fenton parents move to Gotham to hunt the superhero “ghosts” and by some miracle manage to catch one of them. They start cutting batwhoever open and are very fascinated by the “red ectoplasm.” Batwhoever can’t get free and is naturally very scared and starts screaming.

Danny busts in and finds this scene and immediately hatches a plan to lure the Fenton parents away with a duplicate Phantom. He stitches up batwhoever and gets them out via fire escape. He’s very traumatized and guilty cuz he feels responsible.

Batwhoever is very concerned about this nice kid with the mad scientist parents who knows how to stitch human flesh.

I don’t see why this’d have to be specific to Batman, I’m just not sure which other DC characters the Fentons could feasibly get the drop on. Maybe the teen titans?

Also AU of this AU where Danny had been vivisected at some point in the past and Fentons still didn’t know he was Phantom, and part of the reason they moved to Gotham was to possibly help him with whatever mental break he had.

[tumbling-darkling]

“This genetic make-up is fascinating! It shifts and changes to match any kind of organic matter! Who knew a ghost could have such varying properties.”

The woman in teal was leaning over a table with microscopes, but Gar couldn’t see too much else from this angle other that clunky machines he couldn’t identify. Cyborg could probably have identified them, or even Red Robin. They both were smart like that where all they needed was a glance and they knew the entire history of something he had never heard of before.

He didn’t understand why they kept calling him a ghost, he was still alive, wasn’t he? Yeah there was that accident and the blood thing and getting a surprise alien donor, but he didn’t die. Right?

He wasn’t sure how much longer he was going to live though.

Typically, Gar was a very optimistic individual, you had to always see the better things in life so you could bury those darker things deep down and never think about them. He was optimistic when these two insane scientists got the drop on him, believing he could just shift into a T-Rex and break free of the restraints he found himself in. Only to find that he couldn’t shift.

The freeing feeling of shifting your skin seamlessly into something new, the shift in perspective and form, it was suddenly blocked. He couldn’t reach it, no matter how hard he tried to dig deep and get to it.

That was okay, because surely the titans would notice him missing! He hung out at the tower all the time, him missing for 24 hours would set off all kinds of alarms. Especially Red! He was always great at noticing when things were off.

Though as time dragged on, and these mad weirdos began to cut off fur, skin, and even pulling out samples of his bone, he was feeling his optimism wavering. They had to show up soon, right?

Then they two scientists showed up looking too eager, smiles wide and terrifying, scalpels in hand. Didn’t they have enough of their ‘samples’? What were they even planning to do with it all? He’s never been the interesting one of the titans, just a green kid who can shapeshift into animals. Green animals. He was already flawed in that aspect because he can’t really be stealthy as a bright green dog. Kory was an alien. Raven was half demon. Cyborg was fused with alien technology. And Red Robin had to be one of the smartest people in the world. Beast boy was just… beast boy. At best, a small time hero, at worst, just a boy who turns into beasts.

Just not that interesting compared to the others.

So why the interest in him? Why were these two so obsessed with calling him a ‘ghost’, cutting out pieces, and speaking like he was some mindless creature? Why couldn’t he shift? What were they going to do?

“Hey now, no need to look so excited while approaching me with sharp objects! I mean, you two probably have everything you could ever need from me, so why not just loosen these restraints and I’ll tell the titans to take it easy on you,” Gar bluffed, chuckling nervously as the woman in teal brought the scalpel close to his neck, the man in orange towering over him with a horrific toothy smile on his face.

If he survived, those goggles lens and white toothed smiles were going to haunt his dreams for the next few years.

“This one doesn’t beg as much as Phantom did before slipping free, another note we should write about the difference between these kinds of ghosts,” the woman hummed.

Gar swallowed nervously, “P-Phantom? Beg? Beg about what? What did you do to this Phantom guy?”

“Jack, be a dear and make sure he doesn’t squirm as much as phantom did, we want straight cuts.”

Firm hands pressed down on Gar’s shoulders, and he broke out in a sweat, “squirm? What- what are you-?”

Hot pain flared to life at his collarbone, an involuntary cry of pain escaping him as he flailed against the restraints, trying to pull away. But the hands were firm and the restraints were cold and tight, and he couldn’t do anything but scream as the pain so very slowly dragged itself down his chest. He wasn’t even aware of the tears on his cheeks as he screamed, or how both scientists would somewhat flinch as varying animalistic shrieks mixed in with his cries. His first stood on and, nails clawing against the table until they began to bleed, throwing his head back and forth but never able to pull away from that horrible dragging pain.

He must have passed out.

Because the next thing Gar remembered, he was trying to pry open his eyes at the sounds of yelling. Everything was blurry, his eyes and throat ached. There was flickering lights, a blurry teal and orange blob that made his hair and fur stand on end. His brain was being slow again, he couldn’t remember what was happening, but pain in his chest was causing him to squirm, a whimper escaping his lips as he tried glancing down to see the damage. He’s been shot before, maybe he got shot a few times on a mission?

Gar felt his blood run cold as he saw his chest.

Skin was pulled apart, his organs on display, his heart beating in his rib cage as his lungs began to inflate and deflate with his rapid breaths.

He looked like those biology frogs from high school.

He was one of those frogs.

He was opened up.

How was he alive?

He was an experiment. Peeled apart.

Just like a wild animal.

Darkness engulfed him again.

When he woke up again, he screamed.

“Whoa-! Whoa hey it’s okay!”

Gar immediately focused on the new voice, kicking away and feeling his back hit something soft yet firm. He could make out a blur of black hair and blue eyes, blinking rapidly and whispering out, “Rob?” before his brain was able to start functioning.

That didn’t *sound* like Tim.

When his eyes finally stopped being blurry, he finally was able to focus on the person across from him who was holding up their hands with a concerned look on their face, “no, I’m Danny. How are you feeling? What do you remember?”

Gar blinked slowly, looking to Danny who was now very clearly NOT Tim, those eyes were too crystal blue and he had this scent that reminded Gar of Tim’s older brother… the biggest one. He glanced around the room, noting the peeling wallpaper, dingy couch, think windows, and underlying smell of smog and damp rock. Was he in Gotham?

That’s when his memories decided to flood back starting with-…

Gar looked down to his chest, hands snapping up and tearing the blanket off of him. White bandages greeted him, neatly wrapped around his chest, spots of red beginning to bleed through in a horrifying shape. He pulled the blanket back up, covering the shape as he tried to shake the images of his own open chest out of his head. A lot easier said than done as his breathing picked up and he could feel his features shifting to match the fear.

“Whoa-! Whoa careful, I have no idea if those stitches will stay in if you shift,” Danny reached forward, and Gar couldn’t help but flinch away with a snarl.

Danny, snapped his hand away, and guilt immediately took over Gar’s fear, his grip on the blanket barely loosening. “S-Sorry-, I just…”

“Hey, don’t apologize to me, you’re in a new place after dealing with… that,” Danny shrugged. “I have some painkillers if it hurts, I know that it tends to burn like a bitch when I moved too much.”

“I… wait-, did… did this…” Gar gestured to his chest without looking at it he couldn’t look at it not without seeing-. “… happen to you?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Danny simply brushed off, “I’m sorry I wasn’t there earlier, they’ve been making it harder to find them and I didn’t suspect anything when they were quiet but then I heard that a Titan was missing… then I found out it was YOU who was missing and drew a conclusion that the Fenton’s must have grabbed you thinking you were a ghost or ghost adjacent since you are… well green.”

Gar blinked slowly, “what… is with everyone calling me a ghost? What happened?!”

Danny signed, “well, the Fenton’s have been setting sights on… people they suspect are ghosts. They are blinded by biased beliefs, and the ghosts they deal with are made up of glowing green goo called ectoplasm. They must have seen you and your green looks and assumed it was ectoplasm based even if you don’t glow. I found out, tried to find you as fast as I could but… I arrived too late…” Danny sighed, a hand rubbing the back of his neck as he refused to meet Gar’s eyes. “I managed to destroy everything, especially the samples they took from you, and I brought you back to my apartment to patch you up. It was the safest place I could think of at the moment… though maybe I should have brought you back to the Titans. They are still frantically looking for you… shit, maybe we should call them? Get actually medical professionals to help you out? I’m a street first aid kind of guy.”

“You… saved me?” Gar simply put together.

Danny glanced up at him in surprise, before looking away, guilt clear on his face, “not fast enough, they- they fucking did to you what they did to me-… I should have been faster, I could have stopped it. I just… I never thought they would… to someone else…”

Gar took in the guilty look, the regret, the pain and suffering, then put on a grin, “hey, you got me out of there! We’re in Gotham, right?” He tapped his own nose as Danny glanced at him in surprise, “I’ve been here enough to recognize the smell of damp gargoyles, I have a friend who lives here who introduced me to some pretty great pizza for a place that is riddled with crime and rain. Plus, he can pay as payback for being slower than you.”

Gar knew there was a lot that he was going to need to talk about, to think about, to fully consider… but for now maybe he could push it all to the back of his mind and distract himself with pizza and possibly a new friend.

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Part 2 let’s go

The nightmares were getting worse.

It had only been a week since Gar had been nabbed off the street and treated like a literal lab rat before a stranger managed to break him free. The titans had been overprotective since then, trying to keep him on lockdown in the tower and keeping him benched from the missions. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the extra attention at first, but it was getting suffocating and he wanted things to be back to normal and not treating him like he was going to fall apart in a moment's notice.

Gar hadn’t really told them about the vivisection either.

He’s always been self-conscious with his scars, and he was the light-hearted one! The one who joked and walked off injuries like nothing, not the one who had nightmares of being treated as nothing more but an animal. An experiment. A monster. As much as he joked about scars being cool, he didn’t really want to talk about this one.

He just told them he was slightly experimented on, that he had pieces of him taken and was generally treated like an animal.

He just… couldn’t talk about the vivisection. Couldn’t bring himself to talk about it or even think about it. And he didn’t want anyone to worry. Because that’s what they would do, worry about him when he didn’t need them to worry. He was fine.

100% fine.

Other than the nightmares.

So maybe that was why he was pulling up his window and shifting into a falcon as he flew into the night sky at 2am. Why he made a straight shot to Gotham, particularly to the edge where a sketchy looking apartment building stood.

Maybe the constant nightmares from the past week had affected his blurred vision worse than he thought as he slammed hard into a closed window he could have sworn was open.

-

-

-

Danny didn’t startle.

3 years of dealing with the undead kind of kills your nerves.

But a loud ass ‘BANG’ that echoed throughout his shit apartment at 2:30am was enough to make anyone jump. Danny was already awake, in the middle of a midnight snack, when he glanced towards the source of the noise to notice a green bird sitting by his closed window, feathers ruffled while some of its feathers still stuck to the window.

Danny shuffled to the window, unlocking it before opening it to let his green visitor indoors, barely blinking as the bird shifted into the familiar Titan. “Did you seriously slam into my window?” Danny asked, and Beast boy chuckled.

“Birds can’t see glass? I thought it was open?”

“It’s Gotham. Anyone who leaves a window open at night is screaming out: ‘COME ROB ME!!’” Danny raised an eyebrow, before flopping onto his couch, tapping the spot next to him to get the green hero to sit, “you shouldn’t be out flying so late with those stitches by the way. Healing factor or not, it’s gonna take time for that thing to heal.”

Beast boy flopped down next to him, “I don’t know, I think my healing factor is pretty good, barely felt a tug my entire flight here!” Danny easily saw past the fake grin, noticing a hand gripping his shirt and the bags under his eyes.

“… can’t sleep?” Danny asked.

Beast boy paused, before his eyes drifted to the floor, “… do they… go away? Eventually?”

There was a little hope in his tone, but it seemed like Beast boy already knew the answer, “…no. They don’t.”

Beast boy sighed, running a hand through his hair as he let out a sour chuckle, “just another one to the pile, huh.”

“How’d the titans react?” Danny asked.

Beast boy paused again, uh oh. “I… didn’t tell them?” The Titan shrunk under Danny’s scrutinizing gaze. “They would just worry! And-, it wasn’t that bad.”

“Bad enough you have nightmares.”

“I just-! I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell them. Couldn’t go: ‘hey guys! Know how I have issues with being treated like an animal, especially when it comes to experimentation and whatnot? Well it turns out the worst I’ve always feared happened! And I was VIVISECTED. Man, saw all my organs out for display! Just like a frog in a science experiment!’” Beast boy sighed, “they are already treating me like I’m made of glass, they know I have these issues. And they are already worried with what little I told them, I don’t need them going full mother hen mode!”

“You couldn’t tell them, because you don’t want to relive it,” Danny simply bypassed the excuse of making his friends worry. Before the titan could argue, Danny continued, “look, I understand. Talking- thinking about it feels like reliving it. And so soon after? I expect nothing less. But… you will need to tell someone about it eventually before it builds up and blows up in your face later.”

Beast boy remained quiet for a moment, and Danny let them both just sit in that silence, well, as silent as Gotham could get.

“Can I talk to you about it?”

Danny glanced over in surprise, meeting wide and fearful forest green eyes. “I barely know you. You barely know me,” Danny stated.

“You’ve… you’ve been through this. You know…” Beast boy’s hand gripped the cloth of his shirt tighter, “you know the kind of nightmares I get.”

Danny wished he had someone… when he himself watched as his chest was peeled apart, as he could only watch as hands dug into him, as his own parents smiled as they unknowingly tortured their son. It wasn’t personal for Beast Boy like it was for him… but… he could be here, to listen and understand. Be that someone that he had wished he had.

Danny laughed to himself, “look at me, a hypocrite. I didn’t tell anyone about it either. I know better than anyone why you wouldn’t share.” Danny sighed, “then again I didn’t tell anyone and it blew up in my face. With the rumors of Red Robin and his skills when it comes to detective work, they are going to figure it out eventually.” Beast boy was bouncing his leg, staring at the floor. “But I can understand better than them. I can tell you it doesn’t go away, but it does gets better.” The green Titan glanced at Danny in relief, still his leg bounced. “You hungry? I bet that flight wasn’t as easy as you put it.”

Beast Boy grinned, “anything vegan?”

“I always have something vegan for my friend when she visits.”

“Ooo I’ll have to meet her sometime,” Beast Boy stood up, and Danny could feel the anxiety around him begin to fade.

“I’m not sure I’d want that to happen, you’d two team up on me,” Danny grinned.

As Danny stood to throw something basic together, he couldn’t help but think about that was bothering Danny about this whole ordeal with his parents vivisecting a superhero.

They were biased, easily blinded by it… but they weren’t stupid. Going after someone for being green was ridiculous. They were more likely to go after Martian’s if that was all it took to convince them that something was a ghost.

They should have known that Beast Boy wasn’t a ghost, there had to be more to it.

He glanced to the green titan, still bouncing his leg, ears slightly twitching with every little noise, looking around his little apartment. Danny brought over the snacks before sitting back down, “Can I ask about your powers? Something isn’t sitting right with me with this whole ordeal… the Fenton’s are insane but they aren’t completely stupid.”

Beast Boy was already chewing on the offered goods, looking over with a tilt of his head, “Whaddya wanna know?”

“When you shapeshift… you can shift into any animal, right? Fish? Birds? Octopus? Even extinct animals?”

Beast boy gave a nod, “Yeah, anything animal, alive or extinct, real or fictional, demons, hybrids… if it’s not human, I can turn into it. Though those last ones get harder to control than typical animals.”

“You've… turned into a demon?“

“Somehow less traumatizing than this whole thing,” Beast Boy shrugged.

“So you can shapeshift into anything that isn’t human, it doesn’t have to be a carbon-base life form, doesn’t limit you to just mammals… anything that isn’t a human is on the table,” Danny tried walking through his thoughts.

“Pretty much?” Beast boy hummed with a nod.

“This may sound odd… but have you encountered any odd glowing beasts in the past? Could fly and go through walls?”

Beast boy whipped his head towards Danny, “I did! A weird chimera thing, it was green and glowed and junk! Only Starfire’s bolts could land a hit and Raven wasn’t around to help us figure out what it was! I tried to copy it but…” the Titan then shivered, “well… I didn’t look like it at all. It felt weird. It even hurt when I shifted… then it was like being plunged in ice cold water… but I could finally land hits on it. It disappeared quickly after that so I turned back to normal and haven’t tried turning back into that thing since,” he explained.

Danny thought for a moment, “you don’t need to know the full details about the creatures you turn into, just a glance at living or dead things will work, even pictures. You’re not limited to earth animals, or multidimensional creatures… and you perfectly copy that species biology, once again without needing to know what it is or how it works…” he looked over, “can you turn into that thing again?”

Beast boy chewed on his lip, “it feels weird, and I haven’t been able to get rid of this lingering smell of death ever since, what if it gets worse?”

“Only for a moment,” Danny insisted. He was hoping his theory wasn’t true.

Beast boy let out a sigh, standing up before his body shifted.

His body morphed into what seemed to be a tiger at first, before wings of a pterodactyl sprouted from his back, saber teeth extending past his jaw, a sharks tail replacing the tiger tail, and the stripes covering each non-tiger part of his body. He was still green, but his stripes were now white instead of black, and he glowed.

Danny didn’t need to be in ghost mode to pick up the ectoplasm in the air.

Danny gave him a shaky thumbs up and Beast Boy reverted back to his regular self, another shiver running through him, “I forgot I felt cold in that form too.”

Danny was still reeling from the fact Beast Boy had just shifted into a ghost. Like it was nothing.

“One… one last thing. I’m going to need to place my hand on your chest…”

“… are you making this weird?” Beast boy asked as Danny shook his head.

“I need to see… well… feel for a presence. Which the best spot is the center of your chest. It’s the last thing before I confirm anything,” Danny explained.

“Feel a… is there a parasite in me?? Is it going to burst from my chest?!?”

“No-, no it shouldn’t be dangerous if it’s there… but it will answer some of my questions.”

“… alright, if it’ll get us some answers…”

Danny nodded, and placed his hand gently on Beast Boy’s chest, feeling him flinch slightly from his touch. He wasn’t sure if it was from his own cold hands or from the trauma related to his new scar.

He reached out, calling out from his core, and hoped he wouldn’t get a response.

A small chirp responded.

Danny pulled back his hand, slowly looking up to Beast Boy, who was leaning forwards so much he was nearly falling off the couch, “what? What is it?”

Danny ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what this meant, “this is going to sound weird but, have you ever… died before?”

Beast boy pulled back, “wha-? No! I’ve never died before! I was-… well I was really sick but I never died!”

“Of course it’s not the easy answer,” Danny hissed under his breath.

“How is me dying the easy answer?!”

Danny looked back to Beast Boy, holding up his hands as he worked through what all of this meant, “the glowing and flying beast you copied was a ghost. Not just any ghost but a realms ghost,” he held up a hand as Beast Boy looked ready to interrupt, “let me fully explain first, there are different kinds of ghosts. I can’t list them all, and I don’t know them all, but there are various kinds. A realms ghost comes from the infinite realm, their main difference from other ghosts being they have a corporeal form. The realms are made up of ectoplasm, and when someone here dies, usually in a tragic way, and close to a large influx of ectoplasm, their soul can attach itself to that ectoplasm. When it does this, it creates a ghost core, essentially the purest aspects of that ectoplasm will crystallize around that soul, making it the very essence of who that ghost is. You’re still following me, right?” Danny asked as Beast Boy seemed to begin to flush a paler green.

He nodded, so Danny continued, “so… I’m making guesses, because I don’t think this has ever happened before… but your power copies other species, it doesn’t mimic it. When you tried to copy the realms ghost, your body copied its biology. I believe… that you turned every cell in your body to ectoplasm, and formed a core to preserve your mind and soul. When you turned back… that core couldn’t just shatter to return you exactly as you were… and ectoplasm tends to be difficult to get rid off once it’s in your system. I was checking to see if you had a core… and you do,” Danny stated, still a bit in shock himself.

“Are you saying… I’m… dead?” Beast Boy asked, horrified.

Danny quickly shook his head, “no! Not- well not fully dead, not even half… like a quarter dead? A little?”

“I’m a quarter dead?!”

“Just a little! If you didn’t have a core and just leftover ecto, I would say you became liminal, but this is straight up…” Danny paused, “I don’t even know if this qualifies as a halfa situation…” he shook his head, “Good news! You’re still alive, especially like this. You just have… some ecto energy. But that core also indicates you are just… a little dead,” Danny knew it sounded insane.

And Beast Boy just stared, “did… did I die when I copied that ghost?”

Danny paused again, then gave a small nod, “I think you did.”

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After Jason leaves for his ill-fated confrontation with the Batman and the Joker, he goes MIA. Danny can only wait so long. He decides to go and find him. Unfortunately, Danny is, hands down, the worst secret operative that Gotham city has ever seen.

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He was actually sort of grateful for his timing. Danny hunkered down and avoided being sighted by any cops or Batman. The prison van took off, escorted by a convoy of four flashing police cars. Danny felt his eyebrows crawl up his face.

What the fuck, Jay. What did you do, Jay. This sucks, Jay.

There wasn’t any rush to follow it, given that it had the name of the prison written on it. Danny googled “arhham”, “arhham prison,” and learned that he had misread it and that also, it was not a prison.  “They need to invest in a graphic designer,” Danny kvetched. He went back to the car that Jay had said he could use. He continued not thinking about the registration and how it was probably stolen or something. “H and K don’t have to look alike. We could live in a better world.” He turned the engine on aggressively and smacked the wheel for emphasis.