Broken Bonds by SleepingDead (PolarBearSeals) I Chapters 10/? I Damian is Danny Fenton's Older Sibling, Paranoid Danny, Ghost King Danny, Overpowered Danny, BAMF Danny- Not so much at first but later, Danny is Not Okay, Mute Danny for now, Maddie and Jack Fenton are C+ Parents, Eventual Comfort
Ghosts of Gotham by Iymea I Chapters: 8/? I Danny is retired until maybe he's not
Don't Plant Me in the Bathroom. by @ficfinisher I Chapters: 15/23 I Plant Danny, Scary Danny Fenton, chaos, Dimensions Travel Time Travel, Crack Treated Seriously, funny fic
Equilibrium by @xysidhequeen I Chapters 6/? I Jason/Danny, Dark Danny, Dark au, it gets worse before it gets better, Canon Divergence, Ghost King Danny but it's not entirely relevant to the plot
Don’t Ask Me How I’m Doing (I Don’t Want to Lie to
You) by M0rningFr0st I Chapters 14/? I Danny Fenton is an al Ghul, Ghost King Danny, Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are Twins, Batfamily and Jason Have a Good Relationship, Danny Fenton is Not Okay, Aftermath of Torture
Life, Death, and In Between by @saturdaynightfrightclub I Chapters 23/? I Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne are Twins, Ghost King Danny, Vivisection, Dead Jack and Maddie, Identity Reveal, Homeless Danny, BAMF Danny, Found Family, Ghost Hunger
Ghosting Around Gotham by @teethhead I Chapters 5/? I Danny/Jason-not romance focused, War, Ghost King Danny, bamf danny
Who You Gonna Call? by jaemyun I Chapters 35/? I Tim Drake /Danny Fenton, No One Knows AU, Ghost King Danny, trans Danny, Eldritch Danny
One Shots
The Song of Healing by @impyssadobsessions I Chapters 1/1 I Siren Danny, AU - Canon Divergence, AU - Merpeople, Pain, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Lazarus Pit, Lazarus Pit connected to Ghost zone, Jason Todd, siren song, Lazarus Pit Madness
to breathe (is to grieve) by @halfagone I Chapters 1/1 I AU- Canon Divergence, adult danny, angst with a happy ending, mild hurt/comfurt, consent issues, clones, clark and conner are both victims, danny aknowledges what vlad did to him instead of ignoring it, both clark and danny need a hug
If You Give a Kid Four Cans of Spaghettios... by @nerdpoe I Chapters 1/1 I AU - Canon Divergence, uncle danny-He doesn't know it but they all call him that
Bookmark Series
Who's Helping Who? by Indigo_Madness I Part 1-5 I Summoning Circles, Ghost King Danny, ghost speak, Spooky Danny, Danny Fenton Is So Done
You guys know those AUs where Damian and Danny are twins, know about each other, and prank the Batfamily by switching places?
Or maybe they pretend that Danny was always there, and "how could you forget about your other son/brother?! Aren't you ashamed of yourself?" deal?
Well
What if Danny couldn't stay in Amity anymore? What if he was forced to leave everything behind, leaving a family that he knew he loved, but couldn't say for sure they loved him back?
His twin was his last option, the first family that left him behind.
It was with delight that he found out that he had changed. The whole family was cautious at first, but quickly warmed up to him, and so did Danny.
He gave up the hero life, hoping to finally finish school and try to achieve his dream of becoming an astronaut!
And then, one morning, he woke up with everybody staring at him in the living room.
He looked around, confused.
"Morning?"
"...morning?" Tim answered him cautiouslly. Bruce stepped forward.
"Excuse me, could I ask you as to why you are in our house?"
Danny looked around in confusion.
"Shouldn't I be here? You've all been gone for a mission the past week, if you needed me somewhere, you've could've texted me dad"
Bruce's mouth thinned in a line and the silence stretches enough for Danny to understand.
"Oh... You don't..."
It's an awful sensation to suddenly feel your throat tighten up.
"You told me it was a timeline issue, you don't... "
And just like that, Danny found his third family leaving him behind.
Or
Due to the time amulet, Danny wasn't affected by the timeline rewrite, keeping all of his memories, while being forgotten by everybody else.
Two words that sounded like a sentence, for who? Nobody knows.
But nobody follows.
Which is worse.
Danny goes up the stairs, going back to hi- the guest room he was using. Walking to closer to the bed he got his backpack from under the bed and started packing everything he would need.
Nothing sentimental, he doesn't have those anymore after he learned his lesson about keeping sentimental trash around.
His core cracks a little more, reopening old wounds.
Just like he doesn't cry anymore, even if he wants to.
"Upset." Cass materialize besides him. "Leaving?"
"Yes, i can't do this again anymore." Danny responds, tired of the cosmic joke that is his life. "I was cast aside and forgotten by the Al Ghuls, later i was forgotten by the Fentons befor- and then I'm am forgotten by you guys... just after i was finally accepted by the family."
"Stay, please."
Oh, how he wishes he could literally cry. "I'm sorry, but i can't keep doing this again and again." He sighs.
It cracks a little more.
Cass frowns, clearly not liking the depressive resignation that settled on Danny's shoulders.
"I should stayed alone and saved myself from the pain." Danny mourns. "But i wanted a family who wouldn't forget me, i wanted to go to school and have a civilian life."
"Oh well, it's like they say: third time's the charm." Danny fake cheers. "I had to learn that having a family was never on the cards for me."
Danny finishes packing all his things, Cass distressing notices how little he has.
"Goodbye Cass, tell the others my farewells." And just like that, he disappears from thin air.
Tim: I heard you wanted to move out of the Kent Farm?
Kon: Yeah, I was thinking in a year or two if I save-
Tim: Here
Kon: A list of houses for sale? Thanks, Tim, but I need to wait a bit before I even attempt to make an offer-
Tim: What? No, those aren't for sale.
Kon: They aren't? Why did you give them to me then?
Tim: I own them all. Pick whichever one you want, and I'll transfer ownership to you.
Kon: ....You what?
Tim: Make sure to pay attention to the address. Most are in Gotham, but I have a few in different parts of the country. I think there are three in Metropolis.
Kon: Dude! They're like fifty places on this list!
Tim: Yeah
Kon: Why do you have so many!?
Tim: I was weak
Kon: What?
Tim: It started with me wanting a temporary place to stay while I fixed up Drake Manor's pipes. If you remember, the water started smelling weird. I contacted a local small real estate office since I wasn't looking for anything long-term. They sent Danny Fenton to help me find a suitable rental space.
Kon: And he was crazy persuasive?
Tim: No, he was crazy attractive.
Kon: Tim....no.
Tim nods sadly: I bought a condo instead of renting. Then I agreed to look at a townhouse, which I also bought. The next day, I wanted to see him again, so I contacted him to ask to see another listing....and bought it too. Then another and another and another, and before I realized it, Danny sold me fifty.
Kon: Can you even legally own that many?
Tim: As long as you can afford the property taxes, yes. Which I can, so I have fifty properties under my belt.
Kon: Dude, you can't just keep buying properties just to see one guy!
Tim: Says who!?
Kon: Common sense!
Tim: Then you don't want to accept a house for free?
Kon: Don't be rash.
Tim: That's what I thought. Ugh, I just don't know where else to buy a property. I want to see Danny again, but I already have so much on this side of the country.....Do you know of any good places in the southwest?
Kon: Or, I host a housewarming party and invite Fenton as a sign of goodwill. You can flirt with him there.
Tim: *Gasp* That's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that!?
Kon: Cause for some reason, Common Sense avoids the Bats like the plague.
Tim: I heard you wanted to move out of the Kent Farm?
Kon: Yeah, I was thinking in a year or two if I save-
Tim: Here
Kon: A list of houses for sale? Thanks, Tim, but I need to wait a bit before I even attempt to make an offer-
Tim: What? No, those aren't for sale.
Kon: They aren't? Why did you give them to me then?
Tim: I own them all. Pick whichever one you want, and I'll transfer ownership to you.
Kon: ....You what?
Tim: Make sure to pay attention to the address. Most are in Gotham, but I have a few in different parts of the country. I think there are three in Metropolis.
Kon: Dude! They're like fifty places on this list!
Tim: Yeah
Kon: Why do you have so many!?
Tim: I was weak
Kon: What?
Tim: It started with me wanting a temporary place to stay while I fixed up Drake Manor's pipes. If you remember, the water started smelling weird. I contacted a local small real estate office since I wasn't looking for anything long-term. They sent Danny Fenton to help me find a suitable rental space.
Kon: And he was crazy persuasive?
Tim: No, he was crazy attractive.
Kon: Tim....no.
Tim nods sadly: I bought a condo instead of renting. Then I agreed to look at a townhouse, which I also bought. The next day, I wanted to see him again, so I contacted him to ask to see another listing....and bought it too. Then another and another and another, and before I realized it, Danny sold me fifty.
Kon: Can you even legally own that many?
Tim: As long as you can afford the property taxes, yes. Which I can, so I have fifty properties under my belt.
Kon: Dude, you can't just keep buying properties just to see one guy!
Tim: Says who!?
Kon: Common sense!
Tim: Then you don't want to accept a house for free?
Kon: Don't be rash.
Tim: That's what I thought. Ugh, I just don't know where else to buy a property. I want to see Danny again, but I already have so much on this side of the country.....Do you know of any good places in the southwest?
Kon: Or, I host a housewarming party and invite Fenton as a sign of goodwill. You can flirt with him there.
Tim: *Gasp* That's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that!?
Kon: Cause for some reason, Common Sense avoids the Bats like the plague.
Dick: We need to find a way to establish communication with the ghost or we're in for a fight I doubt we can win. Any ideas?
Garth: We already ruled out most of land languages. I could try Atlantean? Or four of the Seven Sea Comman?
Dick: Go for it it.
Garth: *Turns to flouting figure and speaking in clacking tounge sounds*
Dick: Well?
Garth: No reaction. I don't think he understands.
Dick: Drat. Anyone else?
Kori: I have tried using the few languages I know, and I also failed. However, if I can get close enough I could use my people's lip to lip contact to learn his language instantly.
Dick: I doubt that he will let you get that close but we can try- what are you two doing?
Roy: Setting up the ultimate form of communication
Wally: Interpretive dance! Hit it!
Dick: No-
Wally/Roy:
Danny floating down, teary eye: No one has ever said such poetry about my mother.
Dick: you spoke English this whole time!?
Danny: No, I learned it just so I could thank these two for the touching way they spoke of my mother.
Jon: I wanted to hang out with Damian, but we always do it here in Metropolis so I told him we could do something in Gotham.
Kon: Okay?
Jon crying louder: Gotham is scary! They have ghosts! REAL ones!
Kon: ....You know ghosts are real. I have one my team. Greta is one-
Jon: WHAT!? I THOUGHT THAT WAS GRETA's GIMMICK! LIKE WRESTLING! I DIDN'T SHE WAS FOR REAL A GHOST
Kon: oh. No. She's a ghost.
Jon: *Wailing*
Kon: Hey. She's a friendly ghost. You know that. She always been nice to you, hasn't she?
Jon: I-I Guess
Kon: And I'm sure Damian would never bring you somewhere that has unfriendly ghosts.
Jon: I mean *sniff* Phantom wanted to play Mario Kart with us.
Kon: Yeah, thats sounds fun. I play with Greta all the time.
Jon: He also whispers the way we're all going to die. Dad needs to stay away from someone called "Doomsday."
Kon: ....okay, so maybe Damian would take you somewhere dangerous. I should have known. That's on me. But I'll text Tim and verify that Phantom is good to be around.
Jon: Really?
Kon: Yeah.
Jon: Do you think it was rude that I screamed in his face and flew away to cry at home?
Tim: Hey Danny! I was wondering if you could help me out with a little experiment!
Danny: Sure, depending on what it is.
Tim: You know how in every "fake dating" story, and movie the fake daters fall in love? I want to run an experiment to see if I fake date someone, if we'll catch feelings.
Danny: That sounds super interesting, but I can't. Considering my massive crush on you, you wouldn't get accurate data. Sorry.
Tim: Nah its fine thanks anyway. *walks away*
Danny: *goes back to scrounging around in his backpack*
Tim: *runs back over almost tackling Danny to the ground* You Have A Massive Crush On Me?!
Danny: Yeah. You didn't know? Because I have not been subtle.
Bonus:
-Seven Hours Later-
Red Robin, on coms: Did you guys know Danny has a crush on me?
Batman: Hmm.
Robin: Tsk, yes.
Nightwing: Yup!
Spoiler: Obviously.
Oracle: Of course I did.
Red Hood: No sh*t.
Agent A: Of Course.
Black Bat: *noise of agreement*
Red Robin: Wha-How?!
Agent A: Red Robin, with all due respect; that young man did everything short of groping you, and shoving his tongue down your throat in order to show his interest in you.
Red Hood, cackling: I once saw him wax poetry to you, and he looked like he was gonna cry when you didn't acknowledge it.
Nightwing: Personally I've been waiting for him to give up on you. If my efforts had been ignored like that, I'd be crushed.
Spoiler: Honestly he deserves better. So what finally clued you in?
Red Robbin: ....
Oracle: Don't worry I have the whole interaction on camera. Its great.
You know what would be really awkward in a bodyswap soulmate AU with Danny?
A bodyswap soulmate AU with corpse AU.
Just imagine Danny trying to bury his own body, the shovel is his hands throwing mud and dirt over the hole with a clear view of his corpse; when suddenly he gets bodyswap with his soulmate.
That would be pretty hard to explain, especially to a vigilante who now is probably in panic that their soulmate just murdered a teenager. Should they help hide the body? That is their soulmate so it should be for a good reason their soulmate just killed someone, right? RIGHT?
Even more awkward if Danny swaps when the vigilante is in costume and now he is freaking out about the misunderstanding that is about to happen.
Jason pauses, looking at the corpse of a much younger person. He glances around the partially wooded area and very quickly realizes this must be his soulmate swap...
He shrugs, continuing to bury the body. He cant say shit when he was doing the same thing. Little worried they killed a kid tho.
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Danny pauses. Blinks.
The corpse is much older and has a bullet hole in the forehead.
"You are not who I was trying to bury."
He looks at his hands, which are wearing gloves... and hes wearing a leather jacket?
And a, motorcycle helmet?
The sudden realization that his soulmate is now in his body, SEEING his corpse, sends panic surging through him... for about 10 seconds. Then he remembers the very different corpse in front of him.
Well. Hopefully this will be a funny story to tell at their wedding. He grips the shovel and continues to bury the body. Hopefully his soulmate covers his too. After all if they rat him out, he can always return the favor.
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Jason finishes hiding the corpse leaving three rocks with a piece of bark on top of it to help blend it in with the forest but also to remember where it was.
He dusts his hands and pats his pockets Hopefully he can get a look at his soulmate and find out their name.. and age.. and where the hell he is.
--
Danny is his soulmate, Danny Fenton. Lives in Amity Park, Illinois. About four states away. Best friends, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. Sister Jazz and parents Jack and Madeline Fenton... mad scientists. He's a local weirdo nobody with a pretty face... and a corpse that looks suspiciously like himself.
Jason wonders what he thinks of him, what story he came up with to explain the body.
Well. Hopefully he doesn't get his body killed, in Gotham, at night, dressed as Red Hood.
You know what would be really awkward in a bodyswap soulmate AU with Danny?
A bodyswap soulmate AU with corpse AU.
Just imagine Danny trying to bury his own body, the shovel is his hands throwing mud and dirt over the hole with a clear view of his corpse; when suddenly he gets bodyswap with his soulmate.
That would be pretty hard to explain, especially to a vigilante who now is probably in panic that their soulmate just murdered a teenager. Should they help hide the body? That is their soulmate so it should be for a good reason their soulmate just killed someone, right? RIGHT?
Even more awkward if Danny swaps when the vigilante is in costume and now he is freaking out about the misunderstanding that is about to happen.
A midnight prompt that came to mind before going to bed (Not that I have a lot of time left to sleep).
Dick learned a lot whole living with Bruce, one of those things was how much of an advantage being underestimated gave you. Bruce might like to use his dumb mask to separate Batman from Bruce, but Dick preferred to play up the dumb and naive thing as Nightwing. Bruce was good at seeing the logistics of a case, the mechanics, but Dick like to resolve things by figuring out the social aspects, intend, desire.
For that he needed people to trust him, to underestimate what he could do with their information. So Dick played up the naiveness and dumbness, just a little. Just enough to have people lose their tongue, but not enough for them to forget he was a bat. He was the golden retriever of the bats.
So far the charade had helped.
-_-_-_-
Danny did not trust Nightwing. It was so obvious for him that the guy was playing up his friendliness. He could simply see the calculation in the man's eyes. His questions sounded just curious, but Danny knew better, he knew how pointed and coaxing they were. It was probably his ghostling empathy that let him see through.
But it was fine. Two could play this pretend game. He would let Nightwing believe he trusted him, and then the man wouldn't doubt Phantoms words.
He was good playing the role of a fool.
-_-_-_-_-
Sometimes people write Dick as if he were dumb, when he's the farthest from that. But. I think it would be funny if it was a charade.
Kinda imagine DC just found about infinite realms ghosts. Bats want info, Danny wants to keep as much important info hidden while still getting their help with the GIW or Vlad or Amity or something.
Everyone at the watch tower could tell both Phantom and Nightwing were incredibly fake with each other, and each other specifically, and that they did not get along. Their exchanges were like intense tennis matches with its rapid back and forth. Its gotten to the point where metaphorical sparks will fly if they exist in the same room. Although, neither Danny nor Dick seem to realise what they have started doing, already far too engrossed in navigating the other's minefield to pay attention to such trifling details.
—
Dick hadn't realised just how strained his act had gotten since Phantom just. would. not. open. up! They were trying to help goddammit! He was going to tear his hair out in frustration at this point.
—
Danny was losing it, Nightwing was most definitely trying to pry something out of him, a confession maybe? To what Danny couldn't tell you. Well, Nightwing could pry this information from Danny's cold, dead hands. Wait—
Danny had to escape his home dimension due to the GIW hurting him too badly during one of their little hunts, causing the ancients to deem Danny’s dimension too dangerous for him. Clockwork gave him a hand making up an identity in another dimension (DC), but he failed to tell Danny that this dimension was nothing like his, and Danny, so focused on getting himself back to his feet and going unnoticed, doesn’t notice that’s the case on his own.
He’s overwhelmed by how much more advanced technology is in this dimension, and with much reason, they’re like XX years over his dimension, but at least he doesn't have to worry about sustainance, since Clockwork placed him on Gotham's academy Scholarship list, and the school is providing for all the basics. He would cry if he had to figure out a job in a place so much more advanced than his own dimension.
Now, Danny knows better than to just repress his powers, he doesn't want a repeat of the freezing incident. Less now that he's alone. Solution: casual use of his powers within his house. But maybe he got a little too used to that, because he kept slipping when having people over. But that's okay, he'll just play dumb and gaslight everyone into believing it didn't happen or Danny has nothing to do with it. After all, powers are not normal, and Danny is a completely normal human boy.
Or at least Danny thought he was playing normal pretty well until his friend from school just created a shadow sphere out of nowhere and started talking about metas and Danny doesn't really hear what else, because his blood is rising in his ear. Is this normal to humans here? Has he been playing human wrong? Shit, how does he ask about what his friend clearly sees to be normal information without giving out he’s from another dimension?
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Duke knows his friend from school is a meta, he’s seen Danny slip with his powers multiple times, and honestly the excuses Danny gives him are getting a little ridiculous at this point. He wants to be able to bond with his friend over the meta experience. So after much thought, he decides to reveal his meta status without revealing the whole extent of his powers. Just to give Bruce some peace about his decision.
But instead of the opening up he had been hoping for, Danny looks completely lost. Did he come on too strong?
"Um, Duke, can everyone just… do that?" Danny asks confused.
"What?"
"I mean, I know growing up in a cult kinda cuts you off from some basic information, but I would have thought we would have at least been told if humans develop the ability to do… that."
"You what?"
Now, learning that Danny grew up in a cult was not how he envisioned this going, but what worries Duke more is that after explaining what meta were, Danny didn’t immediately jump to identify himself as one. So now Duke is worried. Does Danny not know he has powers? Does he actually believe all those excuses he had been giving Duke in the past when he slipped up.
Danny's excuses would be like cartoon level since back in his dimension they work.
There was a loud crash, and when people looked over, Danny was standing too many feet away from a cabinet that had spilled over, and he smiled and said, "Oops, tripped on my shoelaces and dropped everything. I'll clean it up." Sir, you were nowhere near that; say it broke on its own.
He is handed a cup of hot chocolate, but the moment his hand closes around it, it ices the contents. By the time the other person took a sip of their still-steaming cup, they would notice and ask why his wasn't steaming. He says something like, "Oh, how expensive everything is, even boiling water is too much, so mine is made with lukewarm water. Ha ha ha," as if the other person didn't buy the drinks from the same place and that made any sense.
Danny does not understand how to use touchscreen things and is trying to find a keyboard that connects to everything. He assumes Bluetooth is dangerous and says, "You don't want to open the gateway to a traveling invader!" "I promise a virus will come through Bluetooth." "What?! Virus can jump!? I thought that only happened on adult sites! Nowhere is safe!"
Giving up on listening to the conversation happening outside the door, Danny squeezed his eyes shut and took a moment to just breath. His head was killing him, the minimal light flooding in from the cracked door was too bright for his poor abused eyes.
Damian grumbled, drawing Danny's attention back over to him. Cracking open one of his eyes, Danny watched as Dami typed something and waited for a reply. He glared angrily down a second later, frustration and confusion rising up and crawling over his skin.
“Damian?” Danny asked, waiting for his boyfriend to look up at him before continuing, “Are you ok? You seem upset.” More than upset really, the usually invisible emotions started turning a translucent red and dark blue. It looked like someone had dumped a whole bucket of dyed foam over Damian’s shoulders.
He’s only ever seen Damian this upset when his family was involved, usually after some kind of argument. Also usually with his father.
The red and blue foam thinned and turned to steam, slowly wafting up and away from his boyfriend, invisible pulses of affection replacing them as he replied, “I’m fine, just arguing with my siblings.”
Yep, called it.
“Oh,” Danny verbally acknowledges, blinking his eyes when a sharp pain sparked right behind his eyes. Man, this headache-migraine-concussion-whatever was causing his head pain, was killing him.
Suddenly the door swung open, filling the room with even more bright light. Turning his head, Danny blinked and watched as two blurry figures silently marched into the room.
It took a second, but his eyes eventually adapted enough to reveal exactly who it was that was barging in so rudely. The Infamous Bat himself, and his Red bird partner.
Halfheartedly, Danny gestured at the chairs next to Damian, already too tired and annoyed to care about all of this. He just wanted to go home, get some more sleep and go on his date. Was that too much to ask for?
“Sure,” Danny huffed, narrowing his eyes as the two didn’t even bother trying to close the door once fully in the room, “barge right in without knocking. Just make yourselves at home, why don’t cha?”
Red Robin let out a silent huff, but kept his face as neutral as he possibly could. Batman on the other hand, didn’t even look like he had heard what Danny had said, just stood there like a silent statue.
Right, well, Danny wasn’t sure how these “Just a few questions, totally not an interrogation"’s were supposed to go, but he wasn’t going to deal with whatever emo crap the bat has going on.
“Comfy? Cool, Don’t care,” Danny started, pushing himself up and ignoring the sharp sting in his chest, he was healed. It's just going to be sore for some time, nothing he hasn’t dealt with before. He waved Damian off when the man went to stand up.
“Here’s the run down; I was at the library with my boyfriend, he had to talk with his brother and we both know how long that takes so I decided I'd just leave. I was cornered by Nancy and her boyfriend Wyatt before leaving and was forced to walk with them. Nancy wanted to bring me along to some party-”
“Woah, ok,” Red Robin cut in, raising his hands to try and get Danny to stop.
Glaring, Danny pointed at both of them, “Zip it, Furry Boy. The only reason I'm even talking to you two is because that one,” jabbing his thumb to the side, Danny continued, “was worried and would have pulled out his hair if I pulled my usual stunt.”
“What usual stunt?” Damian asked, amused, confused, and somewhat offended. It was an interesting color combination.
“Jumping out the window,” Danny huffed, waving blindly at where the windows were, “Jazz’s took me to some rock climbing classes a little after my Accident, not sure why considering she knew how much I hated hospitals. The next time I woke up in one I figured I'd test out my new skills. It worked, and stuck. Anyway,”
Turning back to the two men still standing in front of the still open door, Danny continued talking, not even stopping to breathe, “As I was saying, I'd usually just make my way to the police station when I had the chance and leave my statement with them. So here’s what’s going to happen; you zip it, I talk, and when I'm done, maybe I'll answer a few questions. Depends on how stupid they are.”
“Got it?” Danny asked, then continued without bothering to wait for a reply. He was tired, and in pain, sue him.
“Nancy wanted to drag me to some party, I declined, she whined, it was a whole thing. Wyatt was the one leading us to wherever it was she wanted to go. When he turned around to add his useless opinion to the conversation, some cloaked asshat wacked him over the head and knocked him out. Like thirty seconds later Nancy and I are surrounded by a mob of cloaked idiots and get captured. Some time later, don’t ask me how long, I'm time blind, we’re dragged into a dark warehouse and forced to sit with a group of other hostages."
Danny scratched his forehead as he continued, “Mr. totally-read-one-fake-ritual-book-when-he-was-a-teen-and-now-has-to-make-it-everyone's-problem joined the other cultists a little after we got there and started spouting off the requirements his sacrifice needed to meet, which was annoying to hear because half the people taken were women, blond, or both. He claimed he needed a dark haired guy. The incompetence was staggering.”
Rolling his eyes Danny rubbed his bandaged wrist, "anyway, I get dragged from the group and tied to a chair. After getting gaged, because apparently they can’t deal with a few insults. One of them slices the crap out of my arm and collects my blood to mix in with some shitty paint. Then the camera dude shoves the camera in my face and is really incompetent because apparently he can’t remember a simple sentence. Like seriously, who needs-”
“Danny,” Damian cut in, fondly gesturing for him to get back on track.
Blinking Danny sighs and gives Dami a quick appreciative smile, “right, anyway, Mr. Cult leader decides to start chatting about summing something and whoever came up with the name Pariah Dark must have been having a ruff day because wow, anyway, they start chanting and sound really bad and off key, and then I get stabbed. Now we’re here.”
It was silent for a moment before Red Robin slowly inhaled, “right, so a few questions. A lot actually-”
“You’re trying to talk around something, what is it?” Batman demands, still standing stoically still. He had a few strands of irritation and confusion bubbling around him, but nothing else of note. Huh, good to know the dark knight was an expert at controlling his emotions. Makes sense now that Danny thinks about it though, what with Batman being known as this-
“I suggest you rephrase your question,” Damian hissed, pulling Danny out of his mind. Blinking, Danny glances at his boyfriend then back at the brooding bat.
Batman stayed silent, but a violet string wafted around his throat. What could Batman possibly be nervous about? Seriously, it’s not like Damian was going to kill him or anything.
Danny might though, if they don’t start hurrying things up that is.
“You rushed the end of your retelling, I wish to know why,” he amended, his attention now fully back on Danny. Red Robin stayed silent, looking between the three of them as if someone just took a bite out of a grenade as if it was an apple and hadn’t died.
“Right, well first of all, don’t use the W word around me ever again.” Red Robin’s brow furrowed as he focussed on Danny, “Second, It’s mostly blurry and I was in a lot of pain. Anything I remember isn’t going to be any help to you, so yeah, I rushed over it.”
Before Batman could ask something else, or for clarification for whatever reason, Red spoke up, “right, the way you were speaking implies you don’t like Nancy and her boyfriend, Wyatt. Yet, according to witnesses, you volunteered yourself to be the sacrifice when it looked like the leader was going to pick Wyatt.”
Damian sat up straight, his head whipping around so he could stare at Danny, “WHAT?!”
Gesturing for Damian to wait a moment, Danny rolled his eyes. These two were going to cause him so many problems if he doesn’t end this soon. Fine, plan V it is. “To answer your non-question; yeah, definitely don’t like those two. Acephobic and generally just idiots all around. But,” Danny stressed, rubbing his face tiredly; both because he actually was tired, and he needed a second to pray to clockwork this worked, “Old habits die hard, apparently.”
“Old habits,” Damian repeated, his eyes narrowed.
“Not that it’s any of their business,” Danny glared at the two still standing in front of him before turning to Damian. Why couldn’t he have just left a statement with the police again? Oh right, Damian wouldn’t look good bald and he’d probably be too mad to agree to go on their date later. “But after dealing with Vlad for so long, it’s just a habit at this point to volunteer."
Plan V: When all else fails, blame Vlad. Chances are, it’s actually true about ninety-nine percent of the time. And hey, looks like it’s true in this case too! It’s just definitely not why Danny volunteered. Do they need to know that though? No, no they don’t.
“I’m sorry,” Red blurted, rubbing his face. He had navy blue bubbles foaming around his head. “Who’s Vlad? And what does he have to do with you willingly volunteering to be a sacrifice???”
Narrowing his eyes at the man, Danny waited a moment before sighing. “Dami, can I have my phone? Please?”
Damian turned and dug through Danny's bag, quickly finding the desired device. Handing it over, Danny ignored how Damian intensely watched as he glanced at the space themed background, the date, and then off to the side to think. It was 9:32, round that down to 9:30, and it’s Tuesday october 13th which means Gotham’s LST should beeee… 10 hours and 30 m. Minus Gamma Cassiopeiae’s RA which is 0 hours 56 min and 42.5 seconds that makes… like 9.34? 9 is positive which means the star is to the west.
And west means Wes Weston’s birthday.
…He should probably consider changing his password equation, thinking and doing math with this headache sucked.
Entering Wes's birthday into his phone, Danny clicked on his photos, scrolled down quickly, and pulled up one of the ones dad had taken. Vlad had an arm wrapped around Danny, his nails digging into his shoulder. While Danny looked both extremely annoyed and frustrated, Vlad looked pained and mad. Mostly because Danny's foot had stomped down on the man’s toes the moment the photo was taken. The whole reason Danny even kept the damn thing, really. Vlad’s face was priceless.
Turning the phone around Danny gestured to the photo, “that’s Vlad. Vlad Masters. He’s my godfather. Long story short, because again, it’s none of your business, Vlad wanted to kill my dad and hook up with my mom. He’s crazy and pulled some serious shit. Dad’s oblivious to it and think’s they’re best friends. I’ve lost count of how many times the man’s kidnapped me and my sister in one of his crazy schemes. I usually volunteered to do whatever it was he had planned so my sister wouldn’t have to deal with it. So, like I said. Habit.”
Red Robin snatched Danny's phone, his eyes wide, “Vlad Masters, as in the missing for the past three years, obviously corrupt Ceo of Dalv-co? That Vlad Masters?”
Rolling his eyes, Danny leaned back against the bed and looked at Damian, trying to convey just how done he was with this whole thing. Damian stared at him for a long moment, before pinching his nose, “Red Robin, I would suggest handing my Boyfriend his phone back before he does something stupid.”
“It’s not stupid if it works,” Danny huffed, crossing his arms.
“Oh?” Red asked, glancing up while trying to sneakily swipe through his phone.
“Astra, Lock my phone,” Danny ordered, glaring at the red glad man. So rude. First they can’t close a door, then they can’t take a hint that Danny doesn't want anything to do with them, and now the guy’s trying to snoop through his phone.
Unbelievable.
Red Robin glanced down as Danny's phone beeped, the screen going pitch black. “What in the-”
“I didn’t give you permission to snoop through my phone, and I honestly have no clue why you would even want to,” Danny grumbled, leaning even more back. He was tired. And heavily debating making a run for it. A glance at Damian's narrowing eyes told him it was a bad idea. Danny eyed the window for a moment, if he could just-
“What do you know of the Ghost King?” Batman asked, still having not moved this entire time.
Blinking, Danny stared the man dead in the eyes, "Absolutely nothing.”
The Bat’s eyes narrowed, the room staying eerily silent.
Danny didn’t look away, just continued to calmly stare back at the man and blink tiredly. He was telling the truth; Danny Fenton, the person currently getting death glared by the batman shouldn’t know anything about the current ghost king, and therefore doesn’t. Danny Phantom, on the other hand, knows a hell of a lot about him.
“Yet you’re not confused about his existence,” Batman continued, his voice grading on Danny's ears. “Considering my files claim you were raised an Aitheist, you should be…”
“Shocked?” Danny quipped, rolling his eyes. Why was he even bothering with answering any of this? He clearly stated that he might answer their questions. If they weren’t stupid.
“Look B-man,” Danny sighed, pinching his nose, “I’ve lived and seen some shit. I may have been raised with an Aitheist mindset, but I'm not one. I’m not sure what I believe in, but it doesn’t matter. We live in a world with “Gods” and Aliens waving on the news, fighting other “Gods” and aliens. More and more people are developing powers and abilities. More than Half of Gotham has been killed and brought back to life someway somehow at some point over the past who cares how long. The existence of ghosts isn’t all that shocking. Learning they have a king, a little surprising, but not completely out of the ball park.”
Looking up, Danny continued, “can we please cut the crap and get to what you really want to ask?”
“And what’s that?” Batman inquired, tilting his head just the slightest bit. The first movement he’s made this whole time.
“Well, let’s see here,” Danny huffed holding up his hand to count off his points, “We all know you don’t just go and question any and all victims you happen to save or had a part of saving. If you go and question someone, it’s because they have answers. Answers to things no one else could answer or are the most conveniently available one with those answers.”
Gesturing to his side, Danny continued, “My boyfriend can tell you what I was doing at the library. Nancy and Wyatt can tell you what we were doing before getting taken. The other hostages can tell you what happened during. The live stream can literally show you it. Heck, event he cults could answer any of your questions. You could have gotten answers from any of them over the past ten hours, which you most likely have. Yet, you’re here. Which means you need something from me. The only thing no one else can answer is why exactly the ritual actually worked when the cultists obviously tried it many times before, and two what happened after getting stabbed.”
Glancing up, Danny glared at the man, “so which one is it?”
It was quiet for a moment before Red Robin slowly turned to Damian and then just pointed at Danny with his phone. Damian leaned back in his chair with a smirk. Eyeing the two, Danny almost missed when Batman finally took a step forward. Quickly shrugging off his confusion about the other two’s actions, Danny focused on the man now towering over him.
“Both,” Batman demanded, his arms crossed. The slightest drop of surprise and intrigue floating around the man.
Crossing his arms, Danny raised one of his eyebrows, “one.”
Batman stayed silent just staring at him.
Shrugging, Danny turned away and refocused on Red Robin, who had yellow sparks of surprise and awe leaping off his still raised arm. “Can I have my phone back, or are you just going to keep it?”
“Oh, uh,” Red stumbled, glancing between Danny and Batman. “Here,” he awkwardly stepped forward, handing it back to Danny.
“Thanks,” Danny huffed, holding the power button for three seconds then rapidly pushing it four times. After a second of waiting he pressed and held it for five seconds. With a beep his phone lit up, the lockscreen greeting him. Instead fo the usual space background, a picture of one of sam’s many, many plants.
Typing in it’s nickname, graciously given by Tucker in senior year, Danny pulled up the zoo’s website. Looks like Delilah was still going to be brough out at 3. Plenty of time for Danny to get home, take a nap, and then head over.
Waving his phone, Danny caught Damian's attention, “I’m still holding you to your promise.”
Damian blinked for a moment, his brows furrowed before his eyes widend. Groaning, Dami slumped and ran a hand through his hair, “Danny, Beloved. You were literally stabbed last night, and you still want to go to the Zoo?”
Narrowing his eyes, Danny pointed a threatening finger at him, “you promised. And I'm going either way. Who I spend my date with depends on you and whatever random stranger Delilah deems acceptable.”
“I’m sorry,” red coughed, trying not to laugh, “did you just threaten to ditch him and go on a date with a stranger?”
“Yes,” Danny answered with zero shame or hesitation. Damian buried his head in his hands in response.
Batman dropped his arms, taking the slightest step forward, “Both,” he demanded again.
Damian slowly raised his head, his eyes narrowed in annoyance and anger. Red Robin started at his partner with wide eyes, shooting quick glances at damian like he was going to explode.
Pausing for a moment, Danny studied the large man still glaring at him.
“You know what?” Danny asked, tossing his phone to the side and ripping out his IV. Damian rocketed out of his chair, but Danny had already thrown his legs over the other side of the bed and stood up. Marching his way over to the man, Danny shoved the man back and then again, pushing him right out the door, “we’re done here. You can collect my statement from the police. Bye.”
Turning, Danny studied Red Robin for a moment before silently gesturing out the door at the frozen man still standing there, not moving a muscle.
Red glanced nervously between him and the door before carefully making his way over and cautiously walking past Danny and out the door.
Nodding his head once, Danny grabbed the door and closed it firmly. Taking a deep breath, danny shoved the growing pain in his head away.
Turning, he marched his way over to his bag and then to the provided closet. His clothes sat on one of the sleeves, thankfully, clean of blood, though the shirt still had the rips and cuts from the knife and black stains from the paint. Shrugging, Danny grabbed them and made his way to the bathroom.
Pausing just before entering the small room, Danny turned his head to look at Damian, “I’m going home, you can either come with me or meet me at the zoo at three.”
Damian was silent, his eyes strangely intense before his shoulders sagged and he heaved a heavy sigh, “Danny, Beloved, I’m staying with you for the rest of the week.”
“Oh, well, guess you can finally meet Nancy and Wyatt then.”
Damian dropped back into his chair, his head in his hands.
Danny: *barges into Tim's office, obviously furious* Okay I'm done with you ignoring me and treating me like I'm a charity case. I'm supposed to be your partner, not your pretty arm candy you only talk to when you flaunt to your buisness partners. I want a divorce.
Tim: *blinks in surprise before leaning into his phone* Uh Tam...when did I get married? And what did I do to ruin it?
Danny: *looking around* Oh my Ancients I'm in the wrong office! I am so sorry! *starts to leave only to back track* By the way your security kinda sucks. I stormed in here, obviously angry, and not once did anyone try to stop me or search me for weapons. I work for a security and bodyguard buisness, I'll leave my card with your assistant if you want to hire more competent gaurds. Sorry again for barging in like that! *leaves, politely shutting the door*
Tim: Tam I need that buisness card, and I need to know everything about that man!
Danny: Remember how I told Ghostwriter I was going to write a novel just to shut him up?
Jazz: Yeah?
Danny: Well, I actually did it.
Jazz: Really? Danny! That's huge! Writing can be so hard!
Danny: Thanks, it was a lot of fun.
Jazz: Of course. Did you just finish writing it? Is that why you gasped like that?
Danny: Oh no, I finished it weeks ago. I just got an email from Queen Publishing that they want to be my publishing company
Jazz: *spits out water* WHAT?!
Danny: I know! I didn't even submit it!
Jazz: Oh....it might be a scam.
Danny: Oh. Yeah. You're right. That makes sense.
Maddie bursts into the room: It's not a scam! I found your manuscript while I cleaned your room and sent it in! Oh, Danny, it was a wonderful piece!
Jack right behind her carrying a rainbow cake: On a unrelated note, you know we love you right? No matter what?
Maddie unzipping her hazard suit to reveal a t-shirt with the words Be Who You are in rainbow: WE SUPPORT YOU CHILD
Jazz: Ummmm??
Danny: The book is about the holidays personified as gay men who come to Earth and fall in love with humans. I based them off the Bats from Gotham.
Jazz: Ah. Yeah that explains the parents but not why you choose the Bats.
Danny: Simple. Batman is Halloween because his big and scary. Nightwing is Valentines because of how bubbly and loving he is. Red Hood is ground hog day because-
Jazz: You made Red Hood into a gay personification of Ground Hog Day!?
Danny: Its makes sense in the plot
Jazz: HOW!?
Danny: You can read my book and find out. Queen Industries will have the first printout by late November.
Jack in the background: LOVE IS LOVE. NO MAN'S HEART IS SAFE FROM THE FENTONS!!
Maddie: RAAAAAAHHHHHHHH
Danny: I can't tell if they want me to fight other men or date them
Jazz: I think it's a little of both. Ignore them. How do I pre-order your book? I have a lot of questions about the plot that need answering.
Kidnapper: We have your son, and if you want him back alive you will do exactly as I say-
Bruce: Hold on. One. Two. Three. Four. Five....okay I just counted and all my sons are right in front of me.
Kidnapper: Don't think we're bluffing Mr. Wayne. We took the boy right from your gate! Don't believe me? Listen to this.
Danny: Hello?
Bruce realizing they have a small child: Hi buddy. My name is Bruce Wayne. Whats your?
Danny: My name is Phantom
Bruce: That's an interesting name. Can you tell me-
Kidnapper: Alright, that's enough. He's unharmed, as you heard, but that could change at any time. Unless you wire one million dollars to the following account.
Bruce: Let me grab a pen and paper. Im terrible with numbers and address.
Tim: Bruce said the code. Everyone start tracing the call!
Damian: Scream louder, Drake. I don't think the kidnappers heard you.
Bruce: Okay I'm ready. Where should I send the money?
Kidnapper: The account is-WHAT IS THAT!? *Group of men screaming*
Bruce: Hello? Hello?
Danny: Hello?
Bruce: Phantom?
Danny: Yeah
Bruce: Phantom what happened?
Danny: Well I was sitting in my cage, minding my own business while they finilized the sale, when out of no where this gaint crocodile man just popped out of the sewer and ate the people who kidnapped me. He then ripped open my cage, told me to go home and jumped back into the sewers.
Bruce: Killer Croc...
Danny: Yeah he was cool. I'm gonna follow him.
Bruce: No! Stay there! Nightwing is on his way.
Danny: Nah, I like crocodile man more. I'm gonna ask him to be my dad. Funny enough I was at Wayne Manor to find my actual dad!
Bruce horrified: What?
Danny: Yeah. I guess his name is Richard Grayson, and the mother of this body said he lived at Wayne Manor. But it doesn't matter, because I'm going to be Killer Croc Jr. Bye!
Bruce: Wait-!
Dick: What's wrong B? Are you alright?
Bruce: Everyone suit up, my grandson is in the sewer! We got to go!
Dick: That answered none of my questions.
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