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Parent of the Butler

DP x DC Prompt

Danny, during one of his vacations in a mortal world, had adopted a young boy named Alfred while he was living his life.

Danny had briefly been the butler to the Wayne family before Bruce was born. When Danny had to leave back to the Infinite Realms because of his Ghost King duties needed to be resumed soon. He had asked his son to become the next Butler for the Wayne family.

The reason for Alfred's "all-knowing" is because it's his liminal power he got by being near his dad, the Ghost King, for as long as he was a kid and teenager until he became a member of the British Guard.

Danny, and on occasion, Dani and Jazz, visit Alfred over the years, but their Infinite Realms lives keep them from staying for too long. They also seem to be visiting on days when Alfred is either alone in the Manor or is on a day off that takes him out of the Manor.

One day, during a rare quiet week in Gotham, the Wayne family gets a letter addressed to Alfred. None of them dared to try and read it, as they all didn't want to face the disappointed butler for a month after all of them failed to do security checks on the mail addressed to Alfred.

About half an hour later, Alfred is looking really happy as he makes food and such, like he always does whenever there's going to be one or more visitors. They all checked with each other, seeing if Kon, Bart, Bernard, Wally, Clark, or Jon is coming over. When Alfred was finally asked why he's preparing to welcome a visitor, he tells them.

"My dad is coming to visit me. Sadly, my sister and aunt are still too busy to visit. But it is still exciting news"

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Here they all are! I wasn't super happy with how I drew Pitch (he was the first one I did, so I had to loosen up before going back over him again), so I changed a few things about his face.

Out of all of them, Sandy was the hardest to draw. Capturing an all-knowing eternal being who's also a mischievous little shit and sometimes really cute, is really fucking hard :T

Oh and that's my human version of Bunny in the upper left corner 🙂‍↕️

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~ Day 18 ~ King ~

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Wished Away 10

A Mother-Daughter Talk:

“When I first started a relationship with the Doctor,” Rose began, watching the man in question play with her little brother, their pseudo-daughter, and their actual daughter, “a real one, more than whatever the hell we were doin’ before, he warned me. No kids.”

Jackie gasped, “You mean he didn’t want a—?”

Rose gave a bitter laugh, “No, like, literally. We couldn’t have kids. Too different, genetic wise. He’d need another Time Lord or Lady, that’s what the women were called, Time Ladies, ta…Loom a kid with. He may have the parts, Mum, an’ be able ta use ‘em, but they didn’t make or carry babies like humans do. The babies were…best translation is ‘woven together’ by machines out of two separate DNA sources. Then they were given over ta professionals—like foster-parents almost. Nobody raised their own kids… He isn’t even sure how exactly his granddaughter was related ta him, just that she wasn’t a daughter but was a direct descendant.”

Jackie was gaping at her daughter.

“Not even Bad Wolf makes us compatible, even if we had a Loom. “Cause he’s shootin’ blanks…an’…’m sterile too now…”

“Rose!”

“I don’t…my eggs might still be good, but I don’t ovulate or get monthlies anymore,” Rose explained, “’m frozen, exactly how I was when Bad Wolf took me. Nothing ‘bout me can change permanently. I don’t even scar. Haven’t had to cut or dye my hair since then either. My nails don’t grow. I wasn’t ovulatin’ or bleedin’ so I don’t anymore. I never will again.”

“Oh, Rose…”

“I’d do it again,” Rose assured her mother firmly, “even if ya went back an’ warned me ‘bout all this. I’d’ve taken any help I could to save him…We’re lucky Bad Wolf’s so benevolent. She could stuff me inside my own head permanently an’ there’d be nothin’ we could do ‘bout it. Not even the Doctor.”

“Rose…what did you do?” Jackie whispered shakily, “When you first met Bad Wolf?”

“I don’t remember,” Rose admitted, “Bad Wolf says I traded my life for the Doctor’s—Jack’s only alive cause she was feeling nice—the mortal life an’ death ahead of me. All my possible futures as a mortal human woman, gone. I had one thought, Mum; the Doctor. I had ta get back ta him. Didn’t care ‘bout anythin’ else. Apparently, Clockwork says we’re literal soulmates. I’d’ve survived his death but I would—either grieve for the rest of my life or gone absolutely crazy,” Rose smiled sadly, “an’ I woulda…I didn’t have a kid ta hold on for.”

“Me an’ Pete…?”

“Soulmates, or Bad Wolf says; both of them. Just like Pete here lost his Jackie, you lost your Pete. An’ it was some major meddling for you two ta meet,” Rose’s smile turned brighter, “between you an’ me? Think Bad Wolf had a hand in that somewhere.”

Jackie nodded faintly, before questioning, “What ‘bout Jenny? If you an’ he aren’t compatible then how…?”

“We’re not sure,” Rose shrugged, “after her physical, after we got her home, the Doctor took samples; she belongs ta both of us but we’re both still incompatible an’ sterile. Then he took more samples from her; she’s genetically sound, everythin’ matches up where it should. Time Lord DNA’s doin’ the heavy-liftin’, but she registers as partly human too. Bad Wolf’s not talkin’. Neither is Clockwork.”

Jackie gave a slightly hysterical laugh, “Rose, if you told me years ago that aliens were real I’d’ve thought you drunk! Now here we are, talkin’ about gods an’ immortality! While your alien husband—”

“He’s not my husband,” Rose murmured, an old argument she didn’t really believe anymore.

“Uh-huh—as I was saying, your alien husband plays with your little brother, the girl cloned off you both, an’ the girl you accidentally kidnapped.”

Rose smiled again, lovingly as she looked to her family out on the front lawn of Tyler Mansion.

They had come a long way from Hendriks’ basement.

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Inspired by a photo.

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somehow these 2 are at fault for whatever happened i just know

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One Bad Day? Now That's Actually Funny DPxDC

TW: mild gore

It was a typical 'Joker escapes and captures a bunch of people to torture them into insanity to become just like him' routine, but that didn't make it any less heinous because it was routine. When the broadcast came on like so many others, the Gothamites were ready to turn away and hope the Bats got there before too many were lost to the clown's twisted games.

Except one of the captives wasn't following the standard script. The mouthy ones usually shut up quickly, but this one kept going. Every time the Joker thought he'd made his point and went to pick out a new plaything, the boy would fire off another insult or taunt, anything and everything from questioning the Joker's clown credentials to weaponizing the color wheel. This Wayne adoption bait stooped to every extreme, nothing was off the table.

Seeing the Joker lose a little more control each time would have been hilarious if it wasn't so terrifying. But it worked. The Joker was too fixated on the boy to care about the rest.

"Everyone is just one bad day from becoming me."

The kid stilled as if he finally remembered to feel fear, then he threw his head back and howled with laughter through bloody teeth and broken bones. "One bad day? Now that is actually funny." Tears of mirth left clean stripes down his bloody face.

Tired of the comedy sketch, Joker decided he'd had enough of being upstaged. "Gas him."

A mask with a canister of Joker Venom was forced onto the boy's face by the masked goons that had been beating him. He cackled as the boy coughed in lungfuls of his latest mixture. It was a bit early to pull the big guns. Batman was always so broody and boring when one of the toys died before he got there, but c'est la vie.

He turned to the camera continued his show with the kid as a cautionary tale. Until he was interrupted yet again.

"Woooooow. Talk about a cop out. You need drugs to make people laugh at your jokes? That's just sad." It came out breathless and labored as the kid shook his head in mock sympathy.

"Oh how interesting. I'll guess there are a few more kinks in the formula I need to work out."

"Nope, I'm seeing some wild shit like no tomorrow, but after the incomprehensible horror of the afterlife and Dash's gym locker? This is a relaxing spa day. AKA: booooooooring. FYI, sharing your kinks with a minor is very frowned upon in our society. You should read up on your local laws." The strain in his voice was evident, but still no laughter came out.

An eerie calm settled over the Joker, before his grin returned with a vengeance. "I was going to save this for the finale, but our very special guest has volunteered to go first." He whipped a curtain off a clear person sized tank attached to hoses and canisters. "This will take but a moment, so hold on folks. This will be quite the show."

The Joker dragged the limp boy toward the tank.

Colors danced in Danny's vision, but he had a lot of practice separating reality from the lies.

He hated clowns on a good day, and this was not a good day, and Crayola face was the same kind of scum as Freakshow. He didn't need his powers to make his point.

Seeing his moment, Danny twisted and caught the edge of the curtain with his foot. He kicked it over the Joker's head and bucked out of his grasp. His hands slick from blood slid easily out of the ropes.

Now free, he ripped the mask off with a gagging sound. "You should know better than to brake someone's thumbs. Makes it easy to slip out of bonds, you know?"

In moments, Danny had the clown's face rammed against the tank's wall with one hand on the back of his neck. The other wrapped around the bastard's wrists, lifting them painfully upward.

Danny ignored the grinding of his finger bones. "You're right. Everyone is a lot closer to becoming you than anyone wants to admit. But there's something that you are too weak to understand. At the end of the day, it's always a choice. You choose to spread violence and destruction."

Making sure his back was too the camera, Danny released his hold on his facial muscles, allowing the manic grin of insanity on full display. The echo of his future evil self that he kept locked away rising to the surface for just a moment. The single eye looking back at him widened. Lifting to his tip toes to reach the coward's ear, Danny leaned in close and whispered coldly, "As for me, I balance on that knife's edge every Ancients forsaken day. And you should be very, very glad I choose not to." He let a little echo and a hint of the infinite leak into his tone, as a treat.

Danny pressed on a vein in his neck until the bastard crumpled to the floor unconscious.

Danny swayed then doubled over to dry heave and spit. "Uuuuuuugh, I'm gonna be sick. That stuff tastes worse than Dash's underwear."

Of course, that's when the Bats bust through the skylight.

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Wulf helpin’ Danny Map out new parts of the Ghost Zone meanwhile Cujo’s sitting tight for the ride…

I’ll tell you one thing; Danny probably has a big fat ol’ F in Geography. I wouldn’t doubt it.

(Commission Request.)

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How about Danny is working at the last Waffle house in Gotham and just vibing with Rogues and hero's

“No you can’t have chocolate chips in your hashbrowns, please stop asking.”

“I didn’t even say my order yet!”

Poor Danny having to wrangle 3 AM hash brown orders from Nightwing.

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Skittles-Flavored Fear

AKA "The Batfam rescue several Gotham-U students from Scarecrow's latest hostage situation. However, Dr. Jonathan Crane becomes obsessed when one student has a strange reaction to the Fear Toxin - extreme exhilaration and giddiness." Based on this prompt!!

Danny knows Ghosts feed on intense emotion to survive; he's never had to, never wanted to because it feels... parasitic. He never thought he'd be drugged with it. Sitting among his fellow students, tied up as the Straw Man or whatever monologues about his evil plans, Danny thought the worst thing that could happen would be hallucinating a dissection table. Maybe the GIW or his parents with gleaming googles and scalpels at the ready.

He doesn't even realize they're already being gassed until Danny takes a breath and tastes... skittles? Like, taffy, frosted cream, and melty-sweet syrup. The more he breathes it in, the more he feels strangely floaty. His head feels both heavy and light, stuffed with cotton, and he can barely even hear. (If he could hear, he'd probably would be horrified by his classmates screaming, writhing in terror all around him like a swarm of buzzing locusts.)

And then somebody - The Straw Man - is looming in front of him, grabbing Danny by the face, and curiously tilting his head. After a moment of contemplation, Straw Man rummages around in his satchel before Danny gets freaking hosed in the face with a concentrated dose of Fear Toxin. And then everything gets better worse. Danny feels euphoric. He's giggling, smiling, head so clouded from the high that he doesn't even notice even Dr. Crane drags him through the crowded lecture hall. Doesn't notice when two goons grab him by the arms and start to haul him toward the exit.

What he does notice is the Straw Man's body slamming into the wall. Several figures blur in shades of black, blue, green, and red as Danny squints to try and focus on at least one of them. Then, somebody - blue and black - is at his side. Danny kind of... slides down the hero's side, legs too wobbly to hold himself up, until the hero has to prop Danny into a half-laying-half-sitting position. Danny's still giggling, slurring something and his hand somehow finds the hero's face, patting it in thanks for the rescue.

It's only when the Big Bat comes over, fits an odd-shaped mask over Danny's face, that he stops smelling candy. Instead, he smells something putrid, almost like formaldehyde, sweat, and... unmentionable body fluids. Danny's head is throbbing like brain freeze and a pressure headache, nausea so intense he can taste it in the back of his throat and cramps in his stomach. One moment he's mumbling 'm gon' throw up and the next he's ripping the mask off his face. Turns to the side and... barfs on Batman. (If he were more coherent, he'd probably be mortified. Maybe even die again of embarrassment. Worse when Nightwing cackles uncontrollably from beside him. Ancients, he'd petted Nightwing!! On the freakin' face!!)

That's the last thing that Danny remembers. He wakes up in the hospital several hours later, several texts from Jazz, Sam, and Tucker saying they're taking the next flight to Gotham. Danny flops back into the hospital bed and groans. Groans louder when he remembers what happened in the lecture hall. At least there's probably a very small amount of people who can say they barfed on the Dark Knight of Gotham and got away with it, right?

(Cue Scarecrow constantly trying to kidnap Danny and the Batfam being put on Danny-watch to make sure he's safe. Maybe also trying to figure out why Danny reacts differently to Fear Toxin, but assume he's an undocumented meta with a unique biology. Danny absolutely thinks he's being stalked by Batman as revenge.)

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Amity Park Field Trip:

The consequences of spilled coffee.

Mr Lancer would be considered a hardened war veteran if any member of the government not wearing white stepped foot in Amity Park.

He’d fought off zombies, ghost cops, and sentient meat on more than a few occasions to protect his students.

He’d warned each and every one of his students against misbehaving durin their field trip to Gotham and they all respected him more than enough to listen to his orders.

With Mr Lancers guidance they had made it an entire week in Gotham without any incident despite Poison Ivy taking control of the green house they visited, Scarecrow gassing the art museum mid way through their tour, and even Bane fighting Batman right outside the opera house right as they left for the evening. (Thankfully he had the foresight to put Fentons child leash on to stop him from ‘joining the fun’)

And now, here they were on their last day of their trip on their way across the Gotham University Campus to attend the lecture that brought them to Gotham in the first place.

They’d stopped by a lovely little cafe on campus and Mr Lancer was taking a long drawn out sniff of his coffee, just basking in the aroma for a moment when a high pitched laugh broke the peace and suddenly students were frantically running away from an explosion.

Normal this would be when he organizes his student and they all evacuate back to the hotel. All but one of his students had already put on their gas masks and were ready to mobilize at his command.

All but one that stared off towards the explosions with a demented grin on his face that was officially recognized as an omen of doom in no less than 10 occult journals.

Normally he would scold the teen.

Normally he’d had his coffee.

Instead Mr Lancer looked mournfully down at his spilled nectar and sighed.

Walking through his class he stopped right next to the smiling teen and reached behind him.

Every single one of his students immediately stepped back when the click of the glowing child leash signaled the boys freedom.

He didn’t even glance towards his teacher.

He had a clown to hunt.

A different laugh was heard throughout the campus that day, one that would haunt the dreams of any that had been unfortunate enough to be there the day the Joker made Mr Lancer spill his coffee.

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Wished Away 10

A Mother-Daughter Talk:

“When I first started a relationship with the Doctor,” Rose began, watching the man in question play with her little brother, their pseudo-daughter, and their actual daughter, “a real one, more than whatever the hell we were doin’ before, he warned me. No kids.”

Jackie gasped, “You mean he didn’t want a—?”

Rose gave a bitter laugh, “No, like, literally. We couldn’t have kids. Too different, genetic wise. He’d need another Time Lord or Lady, that’s what the women were called, Time Ladies, ta…Loom a kid with. He may have the parts, Mum, an’ be able ta use ‘em, but they didn’t make or carry babies like humans do. The babies were…best translation is ‘woven together’ by machines out of two separate DNA sources. Then they were given over ta professionals—like foster-parents almost. Nobody raised their own kids… He isn’t even sure how exactly his granddaughter was related ta him, just that she wasn’t a daughter but was a direct descendant.”

Jackie was gaping at her daughter.

“Not even Bad Wolf makes us compatible, even if we had a Loom. “Cause he’s shootin’ blanks…an’…’m sterile too now…”

“Rose!”

“I don’t…my eggs might still be good, but I don’t ovulate or get monthlies anymore,” Rose explained, “’m frozen, exactly how I was when Bad Wolf took me. Nothing ‘bout me can change permanently. I don’t even scar. Haven’t had to cut or dye my hair since then either. My nails don’t grow. I wasn’t ovulatin’ or bleedin’ so I don’t anymore. I never will again.”

“Oh, Rose…”

“I’d do it again,” Rose assured her mother firmly, “even if ya went back an’ warned me ‘bout all this. I’d’ve taken any help I could to save him…We’re lucky Bad Wolf’s so benevolent. She could stuff me inside my own head permanently an’ there’d be nothin’ we could do ‘bout it. Not even the Doctor.”

“Rose…what did you do?” Jackie whispered shakily, “When you first met Bad Wolf?”

“I don’t remember,” Rose admitted, “Bad Wolf says I traded my life for the Doctor’s—Jack’s only alive cause she was feeling nice—the mortal life an’ death ahead of me. All my possible futures as a mortal human woman, gone. I had one thought, Mum; the Doctor. I had ta get back ta him. Didn’t care ‘bout anythin’ else. Apparently, Clockwork says we’re literal soulmates. I’d’ve survived his death but I would—either grieve for the rest of my life or gone absolutely crazy,” Rose smiled sadly, “an’ I woulda…I didn’t have a kid ta hold on for.”

“Me an’ Pete…?”

“Soulmates, or Bad Wolf says; both of them. Just like Pete here lost his Jackie, you lost your Pete. An’ it was some major meddling for you two ta meet,” Rose’s smile turned brighter, “between you an’ me? Think Bad Wolf had a hand in that somewhere.”

Jackie nodded faintly, before questioning, “What ‘bout Jenny? If you an’ he aren’t compatible then how…?”

“We’re not sure,” Rose shrugged, “after her physical, after we got her home, the Doctor took samples; she belongs ta both of us but we’re both still incompatible an’ sterile. Then he took more samples from her; she’s genetically sound, everythin’ matches up where it should. Time Lord DNA’s doin’ the heavy-liftin’, but she registers as partly human too. Bad Wolf’s not talkin’. Neither is Clockwork.”

Jackie gave a slightly hysterical laugh, “Rose, if you told me years ago that aliens were real I’d’ve thought you drunk! Now here we are, talkin’ about gods an’ immortality! While your alien husband—”

“He’s not my husband,” Rose murmured, an old argument she didn’t really believe anymore.

“Uh-huh—as I was saying, your alien husband plays with your little brother, the girl cloned off you both, an’ the girl you accidentally kidnapped.”

Rose smiled again, lovingly as she looked to her family out on the front lawn of Tyler Mansion.

They had come a long way from Hendriks’ basement.

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BKDK raptors experience a moment of brief reality before they return to the Potato World.

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The GIW doesn’t know what they have unleashed.

Animation I got from my friend @pmkn2-0 check them out.

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Dead on Main as destiel I commission from the lovely @milkymiks !! So amazing!! Thank you so much 🥰

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DP x DC prompt [27]

Sam took Danny to a Gotham gala and there is a ivy attack.

The reason why isn't that important, what matters is that the inside of the whole place now looks like a tropical garden.

Sam is fascinated and a little in awe but sadly, now isn't the time to fangirl over what's happening. Danny is missing.

She hijacks some of ivy's plants with her own liminal plant powers to work through the impromptu jungle and get Danny back.

It kind of turns the plants she's taking over black and covered in thorns and overall makes them look a lot creepier and like they want to eat meat.

The other plants around those now start to recoil.

It helps a lot with working through the jungle.

She thinks she's found him and does a daring rescue where at the end he lands in her arms.

But it's actually Damian Wayne, so she puts him down and points him in the direction of the exit and then goes back to looking for Danny.

Damian is left speechless and with a need to find out more about the Manson's daughter. Because he doesn't want to deal with a Poison Ivy 2 in the future, that's all. Absolutely no other reason what so ever.

As all that is happening, on the other side of the jungle Danny is keeping the plants at bay with his ice.

He thinks he's being subtle about it but he's thinking in Amity logic, not Gotham logic, and people are gonna think he's a meta now.

Pamela is distracted from her original goal cause she's a little worried about the teen shaped avatar of the Black.

Her plants are screaming "scared scared scared" at her, because Sam is essentially infecting the Green with her own connection to the Black.

Things are turning kinda messy fast.

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“Oracle, are you getting this?”

“Negative, visuals cut out the second you entered. I’m assuming you’ve found this mysterious Project Phantom?”

Just a little doodle I did in my spare time!!! Can’t stop thinking abt these guys lol. the idea of them just stumbling on him in a lab is too good.