I don't remember who, but i do remeber a few years ago someone made a post about how annoying people asking to be tagged was.
And many people started reposting that post sharing the sentiment, i think i did it too because simply put?
It's annoying and disheartening.
I like interacting when others brings their own ideas in my prompts, expanding them into something more, anyone who checks out can see it.
But people are starting again with being asked to be tagged, and it's sad when i go to a post and see 9 out of 16 comments being asked to be tagged. And one was explaining what a tag list was.
And? It's annoying and sometimes frustrating keeping track of all tag lists for each specific fic that honestly make you lose interest in writing something.
So no, i will not tag anyone when i post the links of my fics.
I know that you want to see the prompt to become something more, and i understand where the "tag me" sentiments come from, i used to do it too. But i learned the other side of this too and i'm tired of seeing someone commenting in my posts and being exited to see what idea you had only to be "tag me" or "tag list" or another type of variation.
Jason goes attends a gala undercover to try and catch Vlad Masters red handed in his crimes.
While mingling with the crowd he met Danny, a lovely and everything Jason wants in a partner, so it was love at first sight. Through small talk, Jason finds he's a Fenton (another family that is under watch by the JL).
The problem? Vlad does not aprove of this and manipulate the Fentons (even Jazz, who's knows what the fruitloop is like) into not approving the possible relationship.
Vlad knows that Danny values his parents opinions and will cave in to their wishes, it's only a matter of time. And it's and perfect way to convince force Danny in becoming his son, and no way will Daniel marry someone he doesn't aprove of.
So now we have a bunch of misunderstandings happening and getting in the way and making the Waynes and Fentons hate each other, Jason and Danny trying the best they can to get together, and the internet watching this.
The best part? Some random dude saying in a post that Danny and Jason are so Romeo-and-Juliet coded it not even funny anymore. It spiraled from there and ended up with everyone thinking that they're the reincarnation of Romeo and Juliet.
And now you have all of Gotham, trying to run interference so these two get their Happy Ending.
ALL of Gotham? Like, can you see The Joker deciding to ship it?
Except, because it's The Joker, he tries to set them up for the misunderstanding double-suicide from the end of the play, only to be foiled by Mr. Freeze.
Because Mr. Freeze would really like to see True Love have a win for once.
But that's because the clown wants them to become close before he kills Danny to break Jason even more, to make him spiral in a way that would destroy Batman, who could only watch has his son killed himself because of how mad in love he was with Danny.
Dani or Dan wont be the Reincarnation of damian because I think its funny for the batfam to find out from Damian that he has more siblings so the batfam freak out thinking bruce has more kids but their not even his
While we are at it throw in the everlasting trio as well
Danny genuinely had feelings for Bruce and Tucker and Sam made them promise to live well and not to hold back on their account.
So once it became clear that one he has his memories back. Two Ras is Vlad who DOESNT so they need to run now. And three he really messed Damien’s up as a child and needs to make amends. Welp time to take over the LoA, have 2 stunning partners and introduce them to his 3rd child! And oh shoot The Lazarus pit is contaminated ecto that is going to be a nightmare to clean and properly filter well better get to work!
One very busy month later Talia has seemingly gained a ton of superpowers, taken over the league, dealt with Ras once and for all, and is now standing in Gotham quietly waiting for their son to approach them with Sam and Tucker nearby for support.
Tucker: I’ll going to be to ok, we’re just here to explain the change in leadership, and that you realize the error of your ways in parenting Damien. That you know forgiveness is something you’re willing to work for.
Sam: Exactly we don’t even have to tell him about your new relationship yet. Or Dani and Dante.
Jason goes attends a gala undercover to try and catch Vlad Masters red handed in his crimes.
While mingling with the crowd he met Danny, a lovely and everything Jason wants in a partner, so it was love at first sight. Through small talk, Jason finds he's a Fenton (another family that is under watch by the JL).
The problem? Vlad does not aprove of this and manipulate the Fentons (even Jazz, who's knows what the fruitloop is like) into not approving the possible relationship.
Vlad knows that Danny values his parents opinions and will cave in to their wishes, it's only a matter of time. And it's and perfect way to convince force Danny in becoming his son, and no way will Daniel marry someone he doesn't aprove of.
So now we have a bunch of misunderstandings happening and getting in the way and making the Waynes and Fentons hate each other, Jason and Danny trying the best they can to get together, and the internet watching this.
The best part? Some random dude saying in a post that Danny and Jason are so Romeo-and-Juliet coded it not even funny anymore. It spiraled from there and ended up with everyone thinking that they're the reincarnation of Romeo and Juliet.
And now you have all of Gotham, trying to run interference so these two get their Happy Ending.
Danny had spent the last six years building something stable out of the Infinite Realms.
Which, honestly, still sounded ridiculous when he thought about it too hard.
At twenty years old, Danny Phantom was somehow the acting Leader of the Infinite Realms version of the League of Assassins, mediator of territorial disputes, protector of portals, the peacemaker, and — according to Frostbite — “a deeply beloved young lord.”
Danny personally thought that title lost meaning the third time he had to stop two eldritch entities from starting a war over haunted soup recipes.
Still, the system worked.
So Danny did his rounds.
Checking territories. Listening to complaints. Solving problems before they became catastrophes.
And unfortunately, that included Walker’s Prison.
The prison loomed in the distance like a rusted beast made of iron and misery. Chains rattled endlessly somewhere in the fog while ghosts scattered out of Danny’s way the moment they spotted him.
Walker himself appeared almost immediately.
“Lord Phantom,” Walker greeted stiffly, eye twitching like it physically pained him to be respectful.
Danny gave him a lazy salute. “Walker. Any riots? Escape attempts? Illegal soul harvesting rings?”
“Only three this week.”
Danny snorted quietly and continued walking through the massive prison halls, half-listening as Walker listed updates about inmates, contraband, and a smuggling operation involving cursed playing cards.
Then Danny stopped dead.
His body just… halted.
Like every instinct he had suddenly slammed into a wall.
Down in the cafeteria, surrounded by dead warlords, failed tyrants, and extradimensional criminals, sat a living human.
An older man with sharp green eyes and a white streaks in dark hair, perfect posture despite the prison uniform.
Danny’s core went ice cold.
Walker noticed immediately. “Lord Phantom?”
Danny didn’t answer at first.
Because there was no way.
No fucking way.
But Danny knew that face.
He remembered that face looking down at him with complete indifference.
He remembered being ten years old and realizing, in those final moments, that this man had never loved him at all.
“…Walker,” Danny said quietly.
Walker straightened.
“Who,” Danny asked with terrifying calm, “is the Mortal?”
“Oh. Ra’s al Ghul,” Walker answered. “Imprisoned for the illegal misuse and contamination of Lazarus Waters across multiple realms.”
Danny stared.
Then he laughed.
It was sharp. Breathless. Wrong.
Several nearby ghosts immediately pretended they had somewhere else to be.
“Oh,” Danny murmured. “Oh, this is rich.”
His eyes flared green.
Not the bright, clean ectoplasmic green most ghosts associated with Phantom.
This was darker.
Sickly.
The color of corrupted Lazarus Waters.
Walker took one instinctive step backward.
Every survival instinct he had developed over centuries screamed at him to leave immediately and pretend he had never seen anything.
Unfortunately, it was his prison.
Phantom started walking again.
Slowly.
The cafeteria quieted almost immediately as inmates noticed him approaching. Conversations died mid-sentence. Trays stopped moving.
Ra’s looked up at the disturbance with visible annoyance.
Then confusion.
Because the being walking toward him looked young, young enough to be almost insulting.
Tall now, broad-shouldered, clad in black and white with space itself curling unnaturally through the edges of his aura — but still young.
And furious.
“Ra’s al Ghul,” Phantom said pleasantly.
The room went still at the tone.
“Well,” Phantom continued, smiling without warmth, “this is a surprise.”
Ra’s narrowed his eyes. “Should I know you?”
Phantom’s smile widened.
“You know,” Phantom said conversationally, “that answer honestly hurts my feelings a little.”
Ra’s opened his mouth, but he never got to speak.
One second he was sitting down.
The next, his face slammed into the metal cafeteria table hard enough to crater it.
The sound echoed through the entire prison.
Several inmates screamed.
One ghost in the back dropped his lunch tray and whispered, “Oh, thank Ancients it’s not me this time.”
Phantom had Ra’s pinned before anyone could react, one hand twisted into the man’s hair while his other pressed him against the ruined table.
“Don’t worry,” Phantom called casually over his shoulder. “I’ll fix the table later.”
Walker stared at the destroyed table.
“…You always say that.”
“I usually mean it.”
Ra’s struggled violently beneath him. Phantom barely had to use force anymore. Twenty years old in human age meant very little when his existence had become something vast and ancient enough to make lesser ghosts instinctively lower their heads around him.
Phantom shoved Ra’s to the floor instead.
Hard.
Then planted a boot against his throat.
The entire cafeteria watched in horrified silence.
Because Phantom was kind.
Phantom negotiated treaties.
Phantom gave second chances.
Phantom once sat through a forty-hour mediation between two warlords because one had allegedly “stolen the other’s emotional support leviathan.”
This?
This was something else.
Phantom looked down at Ra’s with open hatred.
Not rage.
Not blind fury.
Hatred aged over ten long years.
Carefully preserved.
“Walker,” Phantom said calmly, never taking his eyes off Ra’s, “how much money would it take to transfer custody of this inmate to me?”
“What?”
Phantom finally glanced back. “I asked how much.”
Walker blinked.
Then blinked again.
Because somehow that was the part that disturbed him most. Phantom — the paragon of individual rights and resident goodie-two-shoes — would never ask something like, "How much money do you want for him?" as if this were a slave market.
Pointdexter slowly raised a hand from one of the cafeteria tables. “Uh… Lord Phantom? Respectfully? What the fuck is happening?”
Phantom ignored him.
Ra’s finally managed to rasp out, “Who… are you?”
Phantom stared at him.
Actually stared.
And his grip tightened slightly against Ra’s throat.
"Seriously? You don't recognize me even after all the hints I gave you?" Phantom mocked. "Don't you remember how you treated me? Like a punching bag? Like a spare? Don't you remember putting your foot on my neck until I died, only to use my body like some twisted kind of footrest?!"
Ra’s went still.
Walker’s expression changed instantly.
“Oh,” Pointdexter whispered faintly.
Phantom’s voice never rose.
That somehow made it worse.
“No,” he breathed, face going pale.
Recognition finally hit him.
“Oh,” Phantom mocked quietly, smiling. “There it is.”
“…Tariq?”
The name sounded wrong coming from him.
Phantom’s eyes glowed violently green.
“Don’t.” The word cracked through the cafeteria like thunder. “You don’t get to say my name like you know me, grandfather.”
I love how everyone just stops and is like, "that's not phantom that's not phantom that's not phantom that's not phantom" when he starts acting terrible towards Ra's. How Walker doesnt straight up just give a price when Danny wants to buy him. Everyone knows that this behavior is wrong, not necessarily morally, but wrong of Phantom's known character. Finding out Ra's was his murderer must have been a bit of a relief because they were probably having pariah dark flashbacks
The funny thing about this? Is that the Denizens of the Infinite Realms didn't know that Danny was a member of the Main Line of the Al Ghul Family, even though he is the leader of it's ghost version.
There's a quite few reactions to that information and it's implications.
Vlad? Stunned that His Daniel is capable and knowledgeable of such type of thing.
The batkids adored their newest brother, Danny Fenton. But Danny did scare them a little sometimes.
He was a really cool dude once you got to know him, and he even joined Duke on daily patrol. (Steph did join them some times.)
But the reason of why they were scared of being on his bad side was because of a little... accident.
They were on a Alfred-induced (aka Alfred forced them) vacation to a beach, and they bumped into a acquaintance of Danny, Vlad. Hee immediately tried to persuade Danny to abandon the Waynes and join him and the teen looked ready to murder, and probably would if it wasn't for Bruce.
But it's what happened next day that spooked them.
Bruce trying to tie Damian's tie: Who's that puking on his flip flops?
Danny with his back turned looking out the window: Vlad Masters~... He's got nausea, shortness of breath, blood in urine, severe illness and... death.
Dick getting concernedtm: What the hell are you reading?
Danny smug like the cat who got the rat: Rat poison.
Bruce probably wouldn't know how to react because:
1) That's his baby and a Older Man is obsessed with is very much his minor son. And nobody, much less and a man old enough to be Danny's father, will touch his baby!
2) Murder is wrong, that his (and Batman's) motto.
3) But it is murder if the victim is already dead?
The Batfamily has that weird bird whistles and chirping when their comms are off for some reason and as a form of coded language so enemies don't understand what they're saying.
But do you know who, or rather what, use chirping and whistles as a form of language? Ghosts.
Now imagine Danny, who is in Gotham for a field trip with his family (who has been learning Ghost Language after they found out their Danny-O is part spook), make some chirping sound in public, not paying attention, and everyone freeze.
And start looking around, waiting for the batfam jump out of the shadows out of nowhere.
Setup: After Ghostwriter, instead of getting angry, depressed, or withdrawn; Danny gets Christmas mania. As soon as the decorations start going up (happening earlier and earlier each year), the switch flips.
It's with a wild fervor that he strives to be the brightest, cheeriest, most Hallmark movie holiday spirit motherfucker ever. Can't be a downer after all, can't ruin anyone else's fun. (This usually leads to a massive crash out immediately after New Years when the mania finally wears off.)
Scene: Danny's partner (whoever that may be, personally I like Jason here) sees Danny's manic spiral for what it is. A manic spiral. Usually partner likes the holiday season, but seeing it hurt Danny this way... Partner gently taking the latest holiday decoration or baked good out of his hands with a kind, firm, "That's enough of that." Leading Danny away from the holiday zone, taking him somewhere isolated and absolutely unfestive and giving him space to not be Christmas Danny for a while.
I like to think or believe because Danny is a halfa ghost instincts don't come naturally to him. In fact it doesn't come naturally for even Vlad or Dani. Vlad uses it as a excuse while not knowing the actual culture and Dani is walking confusion between ghost instincts and human ones.
So imagine Danny "my ghost age is a couple of months old" phantom flying back home from a mission and seeing a newly formed halfa. A little girl no older than seven with white hair and one blue eye and one red having a panic attack.
Danny takes one good look at her before going "mine" and snatching the child and then proceeding to call Tucker and make him an identity for his daughter because that's his daughter now damn it as the little newborn looks at him with wide curious eyes tilting her head at the side.
Yep. Danny has decided he's a father now and anyone who tries to take his kid away from him will be met with phantoms actual strength.
So what if his child tried to assassinate Sam? She's just a baby Sam she's getting used to ghost instincts! So what if she has a collection of weapons and poisons? Come on Jazz you're acting like our parents don't do the exact same thing every day. Tucker she wants to bond with you! Of course she's talking about battle strategy and the best way to kill a man indulge in conversation a little!
Yes it's okay child to want to skin your enemies alive when they hurt your family. I daydream about it all the time!
That's Dan an evil alternate self of me from the future. Don't worry I'm no longer going to become him. Oh? He's your favorite uncle now? Aw because he's not scared of you that's so sweet! You can spend time with uncle Dan right now. Dan if you do not comply with my daughter's wishes I will personally take your eyes out. Oh look Dani is here! Say hello to your sister
Danny has had a change in priorities ever since he's gotten his second daughter. His first priority is to make sure his children are safe and happy. His second priority being his friends and family and the third being the town.
But the third is adjustable. Because a brave fool tried to harm his child. The fool made it out alive but not without injuries , scars and PTSD never to be seen again. Later that day phantom could be seen buying ice cream for his daughter as she excitedly told him about everything she learned about the ghost zone
But it didn't stop at phantom. At school Danny takes his daughter there so they can complain about how horrible the school system is and to also spend time together. Mara was having a pretty good time in learning what normal habits are and why she was talking to Sam curiously about animal rights activism to which Sam happily answered her questions looking proud every time mara looked at her with wide awestruck eyes.
Again a fool appears in the form of Paulina and dash trying to make a comment about Danny and trying to get physical with him. Mara immediately notices and protective daughter mode is activated. It ended with dash having a 2 broken legs and Paulina 2 broken hands with Danny cooing about Mara's improvement and how protective she is of her family completely ignoring the threats of court or the teachers yelling. Instead Danny lifted up his daughter in the air and proclaimed her the best person in this school ditching the place all together so he can get his daughter some tiramisu with Sam and Tucker following close behind as they kept making jokes about their cute little raccoon.
Paulina and dash did try to get revenge at some point though. However they are met with a terrifying Danny. No one knows the exact details but last time anyone has heard from them was that they were under witness protection with their houses burnt to the ground.
A lesson has been learned that day. Do not mess with the Fentons granddaughter or son. They will snap you like a twig
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.
Well... Danny's Ghostly Wail had affected his vocal cords more than he liked to talk about since he became a halfa, normally he has a light echo effect to his voice, and when he lose control of his voice it becomes a lot shriller because of his distress.
And he can only speak in his ghost form, he has a real hard time trying speaking in his human form because of all the scarring from the portal accident.
AND thanks to the ghostly quality that his voice has 24/7 now, Danny chose to simply not speak anymore (and stop trying to speak in his human form), and only in rare moments where he's confident he totally suppressed the ghostly echo will he speak a couple of words.
Everyone not in the know? Think he's traumatized from the Portal Accident.
It helps separate him from Phantom, since he has the same voice in both forms.
His friends try to understand his choice to not speak in his human form, but it's... hard.
So he's really glad when he meets Mary Tuner (aka Strix), a distant family member that was missing for decades, and decides to contact them to ask for a family reunion. Someone who can somewhat relate to him.
Danny had spent the last six years building something stable out of the Infinite Realms.
Which, honestly, still sounded ridiculous when he thought about it too hard.
At twenty years old, Danny Phantom was somehow the acting Leader of the Infinite Realms version of the League of Assassins, mediator of territorial disputes, protector of portals, the peacemaker, and — according to Frostbite — “a deeply beloved young lord.”
Danny personally thought that title lost meaning the third time he had to stop two eldritch entities from starting a war over haunted soup recipes.
Still, the system worked.
So Danny did his rounds.
Checking territories. Listening to complaints. Solving problems before they became catastrophes.
And unfortunately, that included Walker’s Prison.
The prison loomed in the distance like a rusted beast made of iron and misery. Chains rattled endlessly somewhere in the fog while ghosts scattered out of Danny’s way the moment they spotted him.
Walker himself appeared almost immediately.
“Lord Phantom,” Walker greeted stiffly, eye twitching like it physically pained him to be respectful.
Danny gave him a lazy salute. “Walker. Any riots? Escape attempts? Illegal soul harvesting rings?”
“Only three this week.”
Danny snorted quietly and continued walking through the massive prison halls, half-listening as Walker listed updates about inmates, contraband, and a smuggling operation involving cursed playing cards.
Then Danny stopped dead.
His body just… halted.
Like every instinct he had suddenly slammed into a wall.
Down in the cafeteria, surrounded by dead warlords, failed tyrants, and extradimensional criminals, sat a living human.
An older man with sharp green eyes and a white streaks in dark hair, perfect posture despite the prison uniform.
Danny’s core went ice cold.
Walker noticed immediately. “Lord Phantom?”
Danny didn’t answer at first.
Because there was no way.
No fucking way.
But Danny knew that face.
He remembered that face looking down at him with complete indifference.
He remembered being ten years old and realizing, in those final moments, that this man had never loved him at all.
“…Walker,” Danny said quietly.
Walker straightened.
“Who,” Danny asked with terrifying calm, “is the Mortal?”
“Oh. Ra’s al Ghul,” Walker answered. “Imprisoned for the illegal misuse and contamination of Lazarus Waters across multiple realms.”
Danny stared.
Then he laughed.
It was sharp. Breathless. Wrong.
Several nearby ghosts immediately pretended they had somewhere else to be.
“Oh,” Danny murmured. “Oh, this is rich.”
His eyes flared green.
Not the bright, clean ectoplasmic green most ghosts associated with Phantom.
This was darker.
Sickly.
The color of corrupted Lazarus Waters.
Walker took one instinctive step backward.
Every survival instinct he had developed over centuries screamed at him to leave immediately and pretend he had never seen anything.
Unfortunately, it was his prison.
Phantom started walking again.
Slowly.
The cafeteria quieted almost immediately as inmates noticed him approaching. Conversations died mid-sentence. Trays stopped moving.
Ra’s looked up at the disturbance with visible annoyance.
Then confusion.
Because the being walking toward him looked young, young enough to be almost insulting.
Tall now, broad-shouldered, clad in black and white with space itself curling unnaturally through the edges of his aura — but still young.
And furious.
“Ra’s al Ghul,” Phantom said pleasantly.
The room went still at the tone.
“Well,” Phantom continued, smiling without warmth, “this is a surprise.”
Ra’s narrowed his eyes. “Should I know you?”
Phantom’s smile widened.
“You know,” Phantom said conversationally, “that answer honestly hurts my feelings a little.”
Ra’s opened his mouth, but he never got to speak.
One second he was sitting down.
The next, his face slammed into the metal cafeteria table hard enough to crater it.
The sound echoed through the entire prison.
Several inmates screamed.
One ghost in the back dropped his lunch tray and whispered, “Oh, thank Ancients it’s not me this time.”
Phantom had Ra’s pinned before anyone could react, one hand twisted into the man’s hair while his other pressed him against the ruined table.
“Don’t worry,” Phantom called casually over his shoulder. “I’ll fix the table later.”
Walker stared at the destroyed table.
“…You always say that.”
“I usually mean it.”
Ra’s struggled violently beneath him. Phantom barely had to use force anymore. Twenty years old in human age meant very little when his existence had become something vast and ancient enough to make lesser ghosts instinctively lower their heads around him.
Phantom shoved Ra’s to the floor instead.
Hard.
Then planted a boot against his throat.
The entire cafeteria watched in horrified silence.
Because Phantom was kind.
Phantom negotiated treaties.
Phantom gave second chances.
Phantom once sat through a forty-hour mediation between two warlords because one had allegedly “stolen the other’s emotional support leviathan.”
This?
This was something else.
Phantom looked down at Ra’s with open hatred.
Not rage.
Not blind fury.
Hatred aged over ten long years.
Carefully preserved.
“Walker,” Phantom said calmly, never taking his eyes off Ra’s, “how much money would it take to transfer custody of this inmate to me?”
“What?”
Phantom finally glanced back. “I asked how much.”
Walker blinked.
Then blinked again.
Because somehow that was the part that disturbed him most. Phantom — the paragon of individual rights and resident goodie-two-shoes — would never ask something like, "How much money do you want for him?" as if this were a slave market.
Pointdexter slowly raised a hand from one of the cafeteria tables. “Uh… Lord Phantom? Respectfully? What the fuck is happening?”
Phantom ignored him.
Ra’s finally managed to rasp out, “Who… are you?”
Phantom stared at him.
Actually stared.
And his grip tightened slightly against Ra’s throat.
"Seriously? You don't recognize me even after all the hints I gave you?" Phantom mocked. "Don't you remember how you treated me? Like a punching bag? Like a spare? Don't you remember putting your foot on my neck until I died, only to use my body like some twisted kind of footrest?!"
Ra’s went still.
Walker’s expression changed instantly.
“Oh,” Pointdexter whispered faintly.
Phantom’s voice never rose.
That somehow made it worse.
“No,” he breathed, face going pale.
Recognition finally hit him.
“Oh,” Phantom mocked quietly, smiling. “There it is.”
“…Tariq?”
The name sounded wrong coming from him.
Phantom’s eyes glowed violently green.
“Don’t.” The word cracked through the cafeteria like thunder. “You don’t get to say my name like you know me, grandfather.”
Vlad is an asshole.
Danny managed to save and stabilize all of his clones, including the ultimate clone in the pod, with his friends' DNA. He also manages to reform Dante with the promise of family. His core thinks of them as his kids, even though legally they're his half-siblings. Their cores think of Danny as their father/mother.
(not Trans Danny, I love Trans Danny, but I think it would be funnier if they were calling him mom without technically misgendering him)
Jack and Maddie demand an explanation after finding all the clones and Dante hiding in Danny's huge closet, and he reveals he's the ghost boy. They start sobbing and apologizing and promise to do better. They scrap the more dangerous weapons and start asking a lot of questions about ghosts to fix their heavily biased 'research'.
Vlad is pissy about Danny loving his parents even more and about all his clones and Danny's evil future self being accepted by the Fentons but not him. He thinks, because the clones are part of him, he should be fully accepted as well, despite his record.
He tries to 'convince' Danny that he needs Vlad to protect him and his children as the only other mature and stable halfa around.
Vlad does this by attacking all of Danny's kids and forcing them into their cores. Vlad doesn't understand that a ghost can heal/reform around their core if it's left intact, so he thinks he just killed all of Danny's kids. Vlad was hoping to capitalize on Danny's grief to make him his son.
Danny runs sobbing and screaming to the ghost zone, breaking down on the island where the portal is, holding 6 cracked cores. The other ghosts know he's not there for play or to explore, so they take him to the Far Frozen to get the cores looked at. His kids have to be placed in stasis pods to reform, and Frostbite estimates 2-4 and a half years for them to be fully developed again, and they might never be fully stable again either.
Danny finds out about Vlad's plan and is obviously pissed about it. Danny and the gang are planning to get out of Amity and transfer to different schools across the country.
Danny was just settling in when Vlad somehow found him and started attacking him, because Vlad is pissed that his plan to get control over Danny failed again. In the middle of the fight, the two find themselves in the Batcave somehow, where the Justice League is meeting up to discuss some recent cult activity in Gotham.
They don't realize they have an audience, and Vlad starts mocking Danny for his inability to protect his kids.
"Tell me, Little Badger, where did you end up burying your children? I'd love to visit."
Danny says nothing; the only indication that he's listening and cares about what Vlad is saying is the tightening of his clenched fists and the drop in temperature. The JL and JLD members are shocked because the vampire-looking guy had to have killed this other guy's kids, right?
Vlad gets angry again, cause he's a pathetic man with a short fuse who can't handle not getting what he wants one way or another, and what he wants right now is devastation from Danny.
"Well?! I do believe I've asked you a question." He smirks now. At the rage and despair coloring the younger halfa's face. "Where did you bury your children, Daniel?"
Ghosts are very emotional and very self aware creatures. Why lie when there's no reason to? Why work around the honest trust when it could possibly get what you want? The only reason that concept is so difficult for humans is because they lie all the time.
Danny was raised human, that's a fact. But he was also raised around crazy people, crazy people that other humans consider not so human. So is it surprising that he grew up a bit- unwell? His parents were loud, direct and very tethered to their work so not so different from his parents.
Danny has his accident, not with his school friends. It was while his family was checking over the portal. So he died and came back to life in front of his parents and Jazz. But they didn't really realize anything was wrong, they knew Danny was different but his attitude? Nah that was the same.
He may have turned invisible or some other definitely not human things to do but they didn't really care. Danny was alive and well all he needed was a little control so he could stop breaking off the doorknob but that's all. (Jack was very pleased Danny must have gotten his strength) No he didn't but that's okay.
But to the rest of the world it seemed like Daniel Fenton had gotten more aggressive. More insane than usual, that leaves a very heavy strain on his friendships. He doesn't see anything wrong, hell Danny even asked his sister and she said he was fine.
The people Amity Park really didn't get it, at some point he ended up getting expelled due to "behavioral issues". His parents went to argue with the school board but they refused to even let them in. Before the rest of the Fentons could storm the building Jazz made a suggestion.
She would take Danny with her as she was going to Gotham U and Danny could go to the school there. Apparently the school has a strange reputation for collecting smart yet strange people. Easily sold, their parents agreed and would travel back and forth since they couldn't quite move their research just yet.
Several legal troubles later and boom, new Gotham Academy student have arrived. One that kept getting stares and side eyes from other students, probably because he called out the first person to talk to him. Some girl that was very poorly lying to his face.
At first he thought he would have to be alone in the annoying school but then he came across the love of his life. Love at first scolding! Damian Wayne was everything Danny could understand. Smart, loud and proud with no reason to lie. He was yelling at one of their CO writers for a group project.
Danny insisted on them being friends (one step closer to being lovers) and Damian didn't say no. He instead gave him ground rules and told Danny if he couldn't handle that he should get lost. As if Danny would say no, he was ready to follow him to the end of the world if needed.
So while trying to court the pretty boy there were a few problems. Damian was very popular, not just with girls but guys too. They kept bothering and budding into their alone time. Which, he wished he could do something about it but Damian told him that if someone was talking to him to just let them talk and he would handle them as quickly as possible.
No patience whatsoever. Danny would just stare them down from behind Damian until they either finished or he successfully scared them off. There was also the no touching rule, he can respect that but it seems some people couldn't. They clung on to his arm or something, thankfully Danny had permission to pull them off but he couldn't do anything else to them.
The list of issues could go on.
Damian on the other hand is very aware that he has picked up a puppy. Daniel Fenton was no human, he didn't present himself as suck and he got it confirmed by Duke's sight that Daniel was something other. He had somehow acquired an Eldritch Being attention and he insisted on fulling him.
As long as he was able to keep the being from rampaging the fellow student body Damian has successfully done his job. However Daniel was very attached to his side so he had been able to do much outside his civilian identity for a while. What to do now?
Tucker, six cups of coffee in, drenched in sweat, and his arms covered in multiple beeping and flashing red screen PDAs: I will not be defeated! I'M UNSTOPPABLE.
Danny: Uh-huh. Care to tell me why your PDA is flashing that alarm?
Tucker: Oh I hacked the plane Bruce Wayne is on and turned it back to the direction of his next meeting. He's been trying to ignore my schedule and I. Will. Not. Let. Him.
Sam: Tucker, don't take this the wrong way, but I think you should quit your job as his personal assistant. It's way too stressful.
Tucker: No. I was hired by the Wayne Enterprise Board to get Bruce's life in order, and I will accomplish that.
Danny: Um....why do you care so much about this?
Tucker: If I fail, Wayne Enterprise will discontinue Personal Digital Assistants. I have had my PDA since I was fourteen, and I will NOT lose it. *PDA number 7 beeps loudly* Crude! They're trying to hack my hack. How DARE they.
Tucker holding PDA to his mouth practically foaming: Open voice message. Record. "ORACLE BACK THE FUCK UP. HE IS GOING TO THE MEETING. DO NOT TRY MY FIREWALLS I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FIND YOU AND I WILL SUMMIT YOU IN PUDDING!". Send message!
Danny: Is it odd that I'm attracted to this?
Sam: Not at all. There is something alluring about his slow descent into maddness.
Danny: That's our husband.
Sam: yup
Danny: We married him. In front of people.
Sam: Sure did.
Tucker: Ha! I just blocked the Batplane. Brucie thinks he can have his boyfriend sneak him out of his responsibilities? Think again, Batman!
