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I was just being nice, is that a crime now?

The Bats were scared when they learned of the Jokers newest obsession. A young man, he owned his own little repair shop at the edge of Crime Alley. Jason told them about the man, Danny, who liked repairing things or tinkering with them and letting people pay whatever they felt most comfortable with.

"His Godfather is a billionaire apparently. Gus heard them talk one day, Danny seems to take the guys money but won't spend it on fancy shit."

So they watched, they stalked, they researched and found out about Danny. What made the Joker so obsessed? Steph was the one finding the video, she was watching tiktoks with Cass. And there was a video from a baffled gothamite in a shop, the Joker entered, starting his spiel, then Danny entered.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" Joker looked at Danny.

"How about I make it up to you, here take my pastry. I can just get another one." Danny smiled and gave the Joker a pat on his shoulder, then left. Joker held the bag with unidentified pastry.

And then they found footage of the Joker, always near Danny, stalking him. He seemed to not want to do anything to the guy, but he kept looking. And then they saw what had started the investigation. Someone tried to mug Danny.

Danny smiled and pulled out all his cash from his wallet to give the guy. "Take it, looks like you need it more."

Bruce was getting flashbacks, desperately trying not to see his father hand over his wallet to his soon-to-be murderer.

The mugger took the cash and ran off, Danny kept going on his way, the Joker met the mugger just two blocks down. The mugger was still laughing, Joker took the money and broke into Danny's shop, leaving it with a note on the register.

Again, again and again they found footage of people trying something, Danny letting them go with no worry and the Joker seemingly getting revenge.

"Do you think he's in some twisted kind of love?"

"Ew, never say anything again Timbit!"

Danny was nice, the Joker was obsessed and at some point Harley met Danny, hugged him and slipped something into his pocket before she left, Danny waved her goodbye.

Babs eventually found a camera feed with the Joker talking about Danny to one of his goons.

"He is to not be touched! His world is sugar and candy, no spice! Look at Gotham trying to corrupt him and yet! And yet! He keeps being nice. Ahahahaha! Brilliant! A shining star in Gothams smog!"

Whatever this new obsession was, it was still dangerous and they were going to get the clown back to Arkham. They should probably make sure they kept an eye on Danny, just in case something happened.

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Dick's Mistake part 2

Part 2: The Twinkening

Alfred returned to the room precisely seven minutes later with tea, cookies, and an air of suffering.

He entered to find:

Danny perched on the edge of Tim’s bed, awkwardly holding the fancy baton like it might explode.

Tim pacing back and forth in front of the fireplace like a caffeine-addled Victorian ghost.

Dick leaning against the wall, muttering to himself, “But he was small and tired. That was my criteria.”

Alfred set the tray down with all the grace of a long-suffering immortal. “I assume, Master Richard, that you’ve now realized the flaw in abducting strangers based on hair color and vibes.”

Dick raised a finger. “To be fair, the vibes were extremely Tim. Look at him!”

Tim and Danny both looked at each other. Same height. Same black hair in desperate need of conditioner. Same soul-deep eye bags. Same 'I haven’t known peace since middle school' expression.

Danny tilted his head. “Are we… twink clones?”

Tim muttered, “Don’t call us that.”

Danny, without breaking eye contact: “Twins. But make it tragic and underweight.”

Tim let out a strangled noise. “Who are you?!”

“Oh. Right.” Danny raised a hand and offered a sheepish smile. “Danny Fenton. I used to fight ghosts but now I mostly fight the urge to sleep standing up. I was just in town for a conference on ecto-contaminant containment. Then I passed out at a café, and next thing I know, I wake up in the Batcave Barbie Dreamhouse.”

Tim blinked. His brain working in hyperdrive “You’re Danny Phantom?”

Danny flinched. “Dude! Secret identity! Not that anyone actually listens when I say that. But yeah, that’s me. Retired. Ish.”

Tim looked at Dick with wide, betrayed eyes. “You kidnapped a whole-ass ex-hero and put him in my bed!”

Dick threw his hands up. “He looked like you! What was I supposed to do—run a DNA test in the coffee shop?!”

“Yes!” Tim shouted. “Or just… LOOK closer! I don’t wear a ‘Save the Whales’ hoodie and smell like Fudge and Hotdogs!”

Danny looked down at himself. “Okay, rude. I smell awesome. Like danger and mint gum.”

Alfred coughed gently. “While I admire the chaos, might I suggest we move this conversation to a more civilized location? Preferably one with seating for all parties not on a teenager’s bed.”

Twenty minutes later, they were all in the manor’s sitting room, each with a teacup and their own emotional trauma.

Bruce had arrived mid-exposition, having been informed by Alfred with a message that simply read: “Mistaken identity. You have another one now. Good luck.”

Bruce walked in to find two near-identical young men sitting across from him.

Danny gave a little wave. “Hi. I think I’ve been accidentally adopted.”

Bruce blinked slowly. “...I don’t have the energy to process this right now.”

Tim downed the rest of his tea like it was whiskey. “Same.”

Danny looked around and shrugged. “This is kinda par for the course, honestly. I once got mistaken for a ghost prince and accidentally ruled a small spectral kingdom for three weeks.”

Dick perked up. “Wait, for real?”

Danny nodded. “They gave me a crown and everything. It bit me.”

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose. “Is this going to be another Jason situation where I look away for five minutes and end up with a new child?”

Danny, now very relaxed on the fancy couch: “I mean. I am house-trained and I do my own laundry.”

Tim: “Don’t encourage him!”

Dick: “But think of the possibilities. Twink squared. They could work cases together. Trade skincare tips. Finish each other's trauma responses.”

Danny gave Tim a thoughtful look. “What’s your coffee-to-sleep ratio?”

Tim: “Six to zero.”

Danny fist-bumped him. “Soulmates.”

Bruce made a noise that could only be described as a muffled scream into his tea.

By the end of the evening:

Danny was unofficially invited to stay the night again, but on purpose this time.

Dick was banned from unsupervised retrieval missions.

Alfred was already adding “Fenton” to the list of emergency contacts.

Tim was texting his group chat: Tim: Dick kidnapped a guy who looks like me and I think I accidentally have a sleep twin now. Steph: pics or it didn’t happen Cass: (sends emoji of two identical stick figures with tired eyes and black hair) Jason: I swear if B adopts another one I’m faking my death again.

Danny, curled up on a manor guest bed with a cup of tea and his stolen (borrowed?) hoodie, sighed contentedly.

“Best nap and weirdest kidnapping ever,” he murmured, turning off the light.

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This, except Jason telling Bruce and his siblings about dating Danny and Wes like this.

Just sent them a Christmas card with awkward posing and weird ugly outfits, THREE CHILDREN THE BATFAMILY DO NOT KNOW, and absolutely no context.

There is fucking MAYHEM in the manor, especially after Jason didn't show up to the family Christmas party, and just sent this in his absence.

Bruce frantically texting a picture of the card with the caption "Jason. Jason, who are these people?" to the family groupchat.

Dick, Cass, Steph, and Damian all responding with frantic question marks.

Duke and Tim assume Jason is being weird, and doesn't want to ask.

Steph walks to Jason's apartment in person to ask what the FUCK the card meant. Only he's not there. He's at Danny's place. He left a note.

Damian being confused as fuck, because Dan(who is on the card) GOES TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS HIM. And somehow he's never heard of this??

Not to mention that (My AU, more context is available upon request) Danny's three kids all have the Black-hair-blue-eyes situation, and the youngest even has a fucking paler stripe in her hair. ALL of them look like they could theoretically be Jason's bio children.

Tim has managed to convince himself this is all an elaborate prank. Or the lack of sleep is catching up with him, and he's hallucinated the entire card debacle.

And they don't recognise the short black-haired dude, but the redhead is a local reporter who they DO recognise, because he keeps predicting villain attacks and market crashes and shit before they actually happen.

And the oldest kid in these photos looks way too old to align with their known timeline. Like, 'would have been born before Jason died' level too old. But the other two look younger. Those two could have been additions since he came back.

Has Jason had a secret family since he was a kid? Did he knock someone up when he was like, 15, and not know it until he came back, and just never tell them for some reason??? Has Bruce been a grandfather for all these years, and just never knew???(No)

Jason is fucking revelling in the chaos and panicked texts. He wonders how long he can drag this out before he has to explain it. Maybe just a few more days of seeing Bruce panic.

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Danny: Welcome to Batburger. How can I help you?

Tim suffering from a concussion: Nightwing, I hurt my head. I need a field withdrawal. Please help.

Danny: ....

Tim leaning on coutner: Save me

Danny eye twitch: Do you know what you like to order?

Tim: Nightwing....please....I need you....

Danny: Alright, you low rank jerk, i might be dressed up as Nightwing, making burgers for minimum wage but thats doesn't mean you can just hit on me like-

Tim: *Slams against the floor in a dead faint*

Danny: Real funny. Im suprise by your commitment

Danny's coworker: I don't think hes faking.

Danny:....you know I dont think he is either. CALL AN AMBULANCE

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DP x DC prompt #234

Danny's been good with keeping the things he's been dealing with, as Phantom, contained in Amity Park. But after letting something slip, he now has the main Justice League members at his, metaphorical, front doorstep. Being stared down by Batman would make anyone nervous, even Superman. But Danny has faced Gods, the very forces of the universe, Pariah Dark, and his own darkness, Dan, and won. So, to the shock and horror of the rest of the League, when Batman stares Danny down, Danny returns the glare with full force.

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DPxDC Pale Blue Eyes

[ 1 2 3 4 5 + 1 kisses]

For the record, Tim was just walking down the road. Minding his business. Sipping on a third — maybe fourth, he doesn't exactly count them — cup of iced mocha. He wasn't even on his phone, he was watching where he was going, he's had a relatively good (six consecutive full hours!) rest last night, and, overall, he was having a nice day.

But, of course, you can't have nice shit in Gotham, so the key word here is 'was'.

Because then, out of literally nowhere, appeared a boy, grabbed him by the shoulders, said, "I'm so incredibly sorry for this," in the most genuinely apologetic tone Tim’s ever heard, and-

And leaned forward, pressing his lips to Tim’s.

His eyes were pale blue, like early morning sky just before dawn.

The touch was quick, barely lasting a moment, and then the boy was already running away, leaving Tim very, very fucking confused over what the hell that was.

But, well, at least the boy was cute? And he apologized?..

Being randomly kissed on the street by a stranger sure didn't make it to Tim’s list of 'things he'd like to experience a second time', though. But it also didn't quite reach the 'make sure it doesn't ever happen again' level.

Tim shook his head, took another sip of his drink, and went on his way. Considering the entire insanity of his life, this didn't even rank, really.

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Accidental Arranged Marriage AU (v1)

After a reveal gone... weird, the Fentons believe Danny is dead and haunting them and is in denial when he claims to be half alive. They mourn him, and maybe even blame themselves and their research for causing him to become a ghost rather than dying properly.

But he is still their son, and they can't bear to hurt him, so they instead turn to superstitions and traditions from other cultures to try to get him to "move on" or "appease his restless spirit" or "put him at rest."

(Danny is actually eating better than ever now that his parents are regularly leaving out offerings of food at his altar.)

Eventually they come across the ancient Chinese practice of ghost marriage and decide to give it a shot. Maybe Dann-o can't move on because he died single, right? According to their research, ghosts would sometimes appear in their family's dream to tell them which other deceased person they want to marry, so Jack and Maddie hold a seance to consult their dead son.

(you could've just asked, y'know. You don't have to light candles and incense every time you try to talk to me.)

Danny, by this point is exasperated by his parents' failed and increasingly ridiculous attempts, decides to play along and says he wants to marry the Dead Robin.

He didn't expect this to be the time his parents' hairbrained plans actually sorta works.

Anyway, now Danny has to find the poor ghost he accidentally married so that they can get a ghost divorce. Well, guess his parents are getting rid of him after all, because looks like he's going to Gotham.

Now if only the Bats would stop looking at him so weird whenever he says he needs find the dead Robin so that they can annul their marriage.

"Red Hood, what did you do!?!"

"Fuck off! I swear I've never met this guy in my life!"

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The Better Father

I need an AU where Danny has Adopted Conner as his current youngest son and sidekick. (He’s going to adopt more children). Everyone in Young Justice has already met Danny and absolutely agree that he is the better father. Their mentors don’t know about this whole thing, the only person who is aware is Black Canary but she doesn’t say anything about it. When Danny isn’t there to help them train (Because he’s doing King things) , Ellie and Dan are there to crash on their couch (Like the older siblings they are).

This all comes to a head when there is skill evaluation meeting (Like a Parent-Teacher Meeting), when the Young Justice mentors come meet with Black Canary to discuss their sidekicks skill development. Danny is Conner’s new father and mentor so of course he going to be there but remember the other League members don’t know about him. 

When he arrives the League members are absolutely confused as hell Because 1) He’s sitting next to Conner in the waiting room and 2) he doesn’t look like any League member they know. He’s also not dressed like a normal hero. Danny came dressed to the extreme, dressed like a rich nobleman from fantasy novels. An expensive black suit with black gloves, a fur coat over his shoulders, his long black hair in the mom anime hairstyle, his blue eyes behind glasses and not wearing the Ring of Rage or Crown. He wasn’t about to embarrass his son in front of his friends mentors. (Not realising that is already happening).

Batman opened his mouth to say something about this unknown person in a top secret location. But some quick hand movement from Robin shut that down. Everyone sat down next to their sidekicks, side eyeing the unknown man who was chatting it up with the Young Justice team talking about his time as a teenage hero. (They were actually giving him their full attention!)

The silence was tense for the mentors, not really for the sidekicks, until Superman showed up. He had been delayed by an attack in his city. He didn’t look particularly comfortable to be there. Everything became really tense when he finally noticed Danny sitting in his seat next to Conner. 

Everything became quiet, until Danny looked up. 

“May I help you?”

The question was cold sounding in the otherwise warm room. Conner looked between Danny and Clark before he looked away with a huff. (Father…..Yes, you are embarrassing me)

“Who are you?! And why are you sitting next to Super boy?”

“I’m here for the skill evaluation of course. And I am right where I am supposed to be. Is there a problem?”

The tense was becoming uncomfortable. It was only broken when Black Canary’s officer door opened. She looked up at the scene. She glanced at Superman and the rest of the League members (Yikes), looking uncomfortable, before she turned to the unknown man. 

“Phantom, Superboy, it’s your turn”

Phantom stood up and Superboy quickly followed.

They only found out who Phantom was later, when Constantine gave them a frog blink and asked Superman why he had invoked the anger of a god.

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The five menaces and their journey to chaos DC X DP PROMPT

If you asked Talia what she expected from her mission she would tell you that she was going to investigate a Lazarus portal made in a basement. she didn't expect three children on tables for dissection. She knocked what you presume to be the parents out and freed the children under the condition that they give her information and she would help them in return.

Talia wasn't very motherly although for some reason these kids decided to claim her as their own mother they choose her and she didn't have a choice in the matter. The oldest one is a 17 year old girl with ginger hair and blue eyes with a fierce determination in the fire in her eyes that is unwilling to bend to anyone else's will, the next was a 15 year old boy with black hair and blue eyes though he did change into his so-called phantom form with what here that doesn't listen to the laws of gravity and Lazarus green eyes in the last one was a 13 year old girl looking identical to the boy later on it was confirmed that she was his clone via creepy a Godfather.

She took the portal with her and the kids for some reason felt safe with her and for some reason they could purr and chirp she didn't know what that meant although she assumed they were good signs. She didn't know how she exactly felt although these children chose her she has little to no choice but to care for them back she feels her motherly instincts kicking in for the half breeds or at least the two of them and the living girl. When she presented them to her father he was more than displeased as she was about to beg but the children... May have had their own way of torturing their father and making him accept them.

The oldest psychologized him and guessed every part of him telling him every indeed insecurity he has every fear and much more and preceded to explain all his behaviors and great detail that was hard to miss. The boy invisible to her but visible to her father apparently became an Eldritch horror and was menacingly standing on top of his elder sister protectively looking at Ra's like a predator. The youngest was just poking fun at him making fun of him for every decision he made and humiliated him in her own way even was made himself question every choice he made until that point.

He came to a breaking point he started crying and begging for mercy he agreed to every condition that the children made as long as they stayed far away from him or at least didn't scare him as much. Talia has never seen her father so broken and fearful before. And they were all prodigies not only to assassinations but other things as well she was quite proud of them although they did a turn the league upside down when they said why kill when you can do far worse. The League did not want to find out what that meant after they saw one of the victims looking like a zombie so every time they had a mission , they got the targets to the siblings and proceeded to leave never find out what happened to them.

One day a goth girl and a geek boy have infiltrated the League of assassins demanding to see the siblings and once they learned Talia was the claimed mother they proceeded to also claim her. Ra's then did not want a repeat of the first situation and proceed them to let them in without much hassle. Talia was not sure how to feel about having so many children as many as her beloved but alas she had no choice and was frankly quite happy with the children swarming her and dragging her around to show her interesting things or to talk to her. They have been in the league for about a year and the ghosts have been around for a few months to the point to where you couldn't tell who was living or dead.

Talia was contemplating if she should tell Damien and if she does does she tell him personally or with a message? Hm he'll find out eventually. Right now she has a game of Monopoly to win.

Meanwhile in Gotham Damian was very concerned with the amount of assassins that came to him begging for him to come back because the five menaces have taken over the place. Does he know who they are? no but he did learn that mother apparently decided her fate was sealed the moment they claimed her. This could also explain about what happened to the talons with the court of owls. The higher-ups are raging because apparently their talons keep going missing and are being stolen. Hearing that the league became haunted zone it's safe bet to assume that the five menaces are the ones who kidnapped them. Now if only Ra's didn't come there asking for freedom and protection from his supposed five siblings-

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Dp x dc prompt cuz my head is empty, and the dp x dc tag knocks around like a screen saver.

So, I've seen a few prompts about the JL misunderstanding Amity Park's situation and inviting Red Huntress to join, or just thinking he's the villain in general.

Now, I can kinda see that happening for most of the JL. It's shown they can be pretty black and white about things. They're not dumb. They just tend to get ahead of themselves or be a little too sure of themselves.

But not Batman. He's learned to always be suspicious. Always think there's another layer to the mystery. So when this villain is presented to them, The Phantom, he's immedietly skeptical.

The worst they have on him is some burglary and one instance of kidnapping. The burglary was clearly mind control, different outfits, different eyes, and completely different behavior from what was Phantom's standard. The kidnapping was just that, kidnapping. It wasn't even long or serious. No ransom, the victim was unharmed and safely returned. The property damage they often point too aswell is usually minimal compared to what Superman or Batman have caused. Property damage is a necessary risk in the hero buisness.

Then there was the hero Red Huntress. There is no doubt she is a hero. She saves and deffends the innocent. That being said, there are instances of her getting between Phantom and other ghosts, only to result in the collateral damage being higher. Even more so, to call the Red Huntress the main hero of Amity Park's would be a lie. Phantom was fighting for and deffending the town for almost half a year before she showed up.

The most damning evidence to Batman was when the JL showed up, claiming to help fix the town's ghost problem, and in a Freudian slip from Wonder Women, "remove the threat that is the Phantom." What they hadn't realised at the time was that Phantom was watching. Batman saw him standing atop a nearby clock tower. He saw that familier look in the ghost's eyes, a look he has seen from his own children time and time again. Absolute heartbreak. A loss of all trust and hope. The Phantom was hurt and scared.

After that, The Phantom disappeared. At first the disappearance was considered a cause for celebration. The JL was congratulated on scaring the menace away. But the first ghost attack without him happened. This ghost wasn't one seen before. It was vicious, pulled no punches, and it found joy in the pain it caused. Huntress managed to defeat it, but not without a few crumbling buildings and injured civilians. Red Huntress asked it why, what did it gain? It just laughed and said, "The Phantom is gone! No one to fear anymore, no one to stop us from getting what we want!"

It was all downhill from there. Increasingly aggresive and powerful ghosts would appear. Causing more and more damage. Boasting and thanking the heroes for "pushing Phantom out of the way" now they knew their mistake. Phantom wasn't the menace terrorizing the innocent. He was the hero keeping the evil at bay. Now without him, all hell will break lose.

The one thing Batman can't figure out is that while this black-haired teenager, with tired eyes, in an oversized NASA hoodie and torn jeans, watches the fights with a look of absolute malace and sorrow.

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This isn't meant to villanise the JL. I've just noticed an interesting pattern of them having one idea and sticking to it, Batman usually being the one to tell them otherwise. I can imagine Batman tried to warn them. Superman listened and agreed that they needed to look into it more, but Wonder Women already had a speech planned and accidentally slipped up. But the chearing was so loud and instant they didn't have time to backtrack.

Meanwhile, Danny is going through it. He just kinda decided, "Yeah, I'll let them try for... mmmmm... a month. Then We'll see." The sorrow is cuz he's realising how much he actually mattered, and despite that, no one else could ever see it. Just because he lets them fight doesn't mean he is entirely retired, tho. He saves people from rubble and stray blasts, but they're all a bit too distracted by the murderous ghosts to really notice.

Everything else is up to you.

But I leave you with this, based on a personal experience with my dad. Batman finding out Phantom is Danny, looking at him so sincerely, and saying, "You have no idea how much you help. You make it all so much better." And just wrapping Danny in his cloak as he cries and sobs.

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Danny: ..... my dad is a scientist. Not an evil scientist. Batman: *points at a man that managed to take down Bane with a now smoking weapon with extreme ease* Danny: My mom actually did that. My dad just shot at some random ghost shouting about boxes. Batmam: ...where is your... mother? Danny: Something about hunting down a clown that kidnapped my sister. She's already back with her already. Batman: *looks back to see a woman in a blue hazmat suit carrying a large, is a battering ram... walking along side of a teen that could pass off as her daughter* Is that them? Danny: Mom!!! Did you kill the clown? Maddie: Oh, I trapped him in the Fenton Thermos. I plan to do some experiments on him. That fear toxin of his... I have some ideas. Batman: *doesn't know if he should be amazed or terrified at the thought...* Jazz: The stuff smells worse than the time Dad tried to make mac and cheese. Danny: The same one where the city outlawed dad to ever cook with any form of combination of noodles and cheese? Jazz: ....I am tempted to have dad make a batch and throw it into the thermos.

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DPxDC #35

Ghost king gets summoned. Danny shows up wearing sweats and a loose t-shirt, holding a pot.

Danny: ...

JL/summoners: ...

Danny looks down and sees he's still holding his dinner.

Danny: Okay, less annoyed now, what's up?

Starts eating his dinner out of the pot with his serving spork. (Danny silently thankful his dinner came too. He hadn't eaten all day.)

JL and/or summoners are completely confused.

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Dp x Dc Prompt - The Northern Lights

Cass is on a mission in Alaska for an artifact that was rumored to be up there. It wasn't a difficult mission, it was just retrieval if it was up there. She liked the silence that came with being out in the snowy mountains.

There were many people that traveled that far up and out, the closest village told her that they knew of one person that lived in a tiny hunt up the mountain, an old man that kept to himself and rarely came down. She set off not thinking too much about it.

It was a beautiful night with no clouds in the sky. Cass was happy and kept hiking even after the sun had set. Then she stumbled upon it, the hunt the village mentioned. It wasn't much but it felt familiar, almost inviting.

Now Cass was going to knock to be polite but when someone came stumbling out she was more concerned and on guard. The old man was not old at all, hell she was pretty sure he was her age. A very young and handsome man but not a wrinkle on him.

"Sam! What, oh hello?" The man said before fixing himself. The light from the aurora above them was their only source of light. "I'm sorry, come in it's cold! My name is Danny and you?"

"Cass." Cass wasn't sure what it was but something about Danny felt familiar. But she had a feeling she could trust him.

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Cafe Nightengale

(a dc x dp prompt)

Red Robin: *weakly stumbles into the Batcave*

Spoiler: WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN

Red Robin: Coffee. *yawns*

Spoiler: No. No coffee. You’ve been missing for 3 days! You are so lucky Bruce isn’t down here right now.

Red Robin: *tiredly, already curling up on the floor* I was at coffee.

Spoiler: What the hell-

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Danny: *packing up the cot in his office and shoving his first aid kit back into his desk after closing the cafe* I owe Wes so much money…

Assassin: *drops in from the ceiling*

Danny: *sighs* What now?

Assassin: Your uncle wishes to see you.

Danny: Tell Ra’s to fuck off.

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Constantine’s apprentice

“Whose sidekick is this?” Barry asks.

Everyone in the watchtower turns to look at the skinny, black-haired teenager sitting patiently in the corner. He’s got big round blue eyes, and smiles and waves at the heroes when they look at him. He would be perfect bat-bait if he weren’t also the picture of innocence.

(Every Robin in existence has had an unmistakable aura of menace around them.)

That wide-eyed innocence is precisely why it’s such a surprise when the kid answers “I’m here with John Constantine”

“John Constantine?” Zattana asks, bewildered and worried all at once. She knows better than most how it feels to be burned by Constantine, and is instantly angry on the kid’s behalf.

“Someone call?” The man himself asks, as he steps into the room, bag of chips in hand.

“Why do you have an apprentice?” Zattana demands, accusatory.

John tsks and frowns, directing his next words towards the teen in question, “I told you no, kid.” Then he turns back to Zattana and the room at large, and says, “I’m dropping this kid off here. He’s being hunted by the US feds. Hole in the meta human rights bill. He is not,” John’s eyes slide back over to the kid, “my apprentice.”

The kid (and someone should really ask his name, sooner or later) frowns and crosses his arms. Now he looks more like a Robin.

“And why not?” He whines. “You’ve been teaching me just fine so far. I haven’t even been that annoying!”

“Son, no,” Hal Jordan speaks up from the back. “You’re lucky to have made it this far, you don’t want to spend any more time in Constantine’s company than necessary.”

Zattana nods and says, “he’s got a habit of sacrificing others. It’s usually for the greater good, but still… you don’t want to be the nearest convenient sacrifice.”

“Really feeling the love in here.” John mutters.

“Well… it’s true, isn’t it?” Dick shrugs apologetically.

“Not to mention you’re just a bad role model in general.” Hal tacks on with a shit-eating grin.

“Is that all?” The kid asks.

“Do you… need more?” Dick asks. “Betrayal in a life-or-death situation isn’t a small thing, kiddo.”

The kid (and really, someone needs to ask his name. And also get the report on that hole in the meta rights) just looks at John with a supremely unimpressed expression. “Y’know I haven’t been relying on you for my safety this whole time, right? We were always safe, I just stuck with you to learn magic.”

“Danny, what the hell,” John says.

Ah, so the increasingly-more-Robin-like kid’s name was Danny. Good to know.

Danny shrugs, and says with a smug smile, “the night before we left Amity Park, I contacted an omniscient time-god from another dimension and blackmailed them into giving me forewarning for any dangerous situations I might get into. I think the specific wording was ‘enough forewarning to be able to escape any situation resulting in my death, capture, torture, loss of powers, or sanity.’”

The watchtower is completely silent for a count of three.

Then Dick snorts.

“Did… did John Constantine get conned?” Barry asks with glee.

“God I hope so…” Zattana breathes.

“I really appreciate you taking me this whole way, though.” Danny says to John. “I definitely want to get a few autographs.” He says with an innocent smile.

It’s at this moment that it sinks in for the whole room that a kid tricked John Constantine into traipsing across some portion of America with him for no reason.

Hal doubles over laughing.

“You’ve been blackmailing a god this whole time?” John checks, face blank.

“Uh huh,”

“You were able to trick an omniscient being, and now have struck a deal for divine intervention any time you’re in danger?”

“Yup,” Danny pops the ‘p’

“You’ve been wheedling magic lessons out of me for weeks with the full knowledge that my only reason for sticking around — to safely get you to the watchtower — was a complete waste of my time because you are effectively safe for the rest of your life in every situation forever?”

“Uh, yes? To be clear, Clockwork won’t intervene in situations where I can handle it myself. But if I’m ever in over my head, then they’ll show me a solution.”

The room is filled with poorly concealed grins, and not-at-all concealed appraising looks. After a long moment, John finally throws his hands up in the air.

“Fine!” He says, exasperated. “I guess you’re my apprentice!”

[jadedwolf18]

A Little Murder Never Hurt Anyone

Ghost of a Getaway

Danny Fenton had no idea how he kept ending up in these kinds of situations. Seriously, he’d just wanted to cash a check. That was it. No ghosts. No Fenton gadgets. No life-or-death hijinks. Just a normal, painfully average trip to the bank to get some of that elusive thing called money.

And yet, here he was, sitting in a dark, room that smelled like permanent marker and suppressed judgment, with the Batman looming over him like a disappointed cryptid.

It had started, as these things usually did, with a gun.

Some twitchy guy in a ski mask had pulled a weapon on the poor teller, waving it around and screaming about money and something about needing it "for his iguana’s medical bills." Danny hadn’t really caught the specifics. What he had noticed was the guy’s finger tightening on the trigger a little too much for comfort.

So Danny did what any rational, non-powered teenage half-ghost would do.

He kicked the guy in the knee, punched him in the throat (thank you, Jazz’s self-defense classes), and body-slammed him into a conveniently located security desk. The weapon skidded across the floor, the bank patrons screamed in confusion, and Danny just sighed, already sensing that his day was going to be a disaster.

He didn’t mean for anyone to notice, but apparently, “average teenager disarming an armed robber using martial arts and excellent instincts” was suspicious enough to warrant Bat-level attention.

And now here he was.

Batman was pacing. Danny had mentally tuned him out five minutes ago.

“You moved with precision,” Batman was saying, voice gravelly and judgmental. “Too precise for someone without training. Who trained you?”

Danny stared blankly.

Batman leaned in. “Are you part of the League of Assassins?”

“…I’m sorry, the what now?”

“Do you have ties to Ra’s al Ghul?”

“Is that a skin condition or a salad?”

The Bat’s scowl deepened. Danny could tell this wasn’t going well. His ghost sense hadn’t even gone off once, and yet somehow this interrogation was more nerve-wracking than any ghost fight.

Then Danny’s eyes flicked over Batman’s shoulder.

Outside the one-way glass, framed perfectly in the narrow slit of the vented window, was a massive, winged blur of black flapping across the skyline.

An idea bloomed. A very stupid, very Danny idea.

He straightened in his seat and pointed just past Batman.

“LOOK! A MURDER!!”

Batman turned immediately, a Batarang flashing into his hand like some sort of judgmental ninja magician. His stance shifted, body coiled to strike.

Outside the window: crows. A lot of them. Swirling like feathered chaos.

Fun fact: a group of crows is called a murder.

Danny was already slipping through the shadows the moment Batman turned. Intangibility would’ve made it easier, but he had a point to prove. This was all human effort. Pure Fenton mischief.

By the time Batman whipped back around, batarang still clenched and eyes narrowed, the chair was empty. The room was empty.

There was no trace of the teenager who had been sitting there moments ago.

On the table, scrawled in a black Sharpie (liberated from the detective’s desk), were the words:

“Murder you very much. –D”

Batman stared at the writing.

Then at the window.

Then back at the writing.

He pressed a button on his cowl. “Oracle. Track the suspect. I’ve lost visual.”

Barbara’s voice came through, laced with disbelief. “You lost a teenager?”

“He used... a murder.”

“A murder?”

“Crows.”

“Oh my god. He pun’d his way out of your interrogation.”

“…He did.”

Danny, now several rooftops away and laughing to himself, pulled up his hoodie and slipped into the shadows.

“No one ever expects the pun,” he muttered proudly. “Batman included.”

He paused. “Though I’m pretty sure I just made Gotham’s Most Wanted… over bird wordplay.”

Still worth it.

[jadedwolf18]

Dp x Dc Prompt- Timeless Partners

Tim has an eidetic memory, which was probably the worst thing in the worst since he could remember everything in great detail. But that does stop him from the worst person with blackmail, he remembered everything and he had his little stalker arc as well.

Danny does a lot of time travel stuff for clock work, most of the time it was nice but it would be better with a partner.

Cue 3 year old Tim meeting Danny for a brief minute and then 18 year old Tim runs into Danny again but this time Tim asks him if he was a time traveler or something.

Danny realizing he kinda messed up said why not and him and Tim become time travel partners. Now this wouldn't be any issue until Tim starts talking about things in Bruce's childhood that he definitely shouldn't know about.

[Masterpost]