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Workplace Covering

Hmmm we should play around with the idea of Tim going undercover more. Especially when he goes out as Caroline Hill btw.

Dead Tired prompt once again.

Danny knows the people he's working for are... shady at best but he needed this job, ever since he left Amity Park after getting into a bad fight with his parents, they wanted him to become a Ghost Hunter (funny how they never really pressured Jazz into it.), he made sure to shut down the portal now since he learned to make portals (and made sure to delete and burn his parents blueprints for it), renounced himself as Ghost King (he really didn't want the responsibility and helped set up a kinda self governing and kinda 'I will come back to help the Realms keep stable but I am NOT ruling' thing)

[Basically Danny is still technically the King, the Realms need him to keep stable (personal head canon the Realms reflect its Ruler, Danny is much more stable than Pariah Dark and thus the Realms are healing and slowly returning to its natural state), but Danny set up a somewhat self governing thing where he can leave but returns very so often to keep the Realms stable and healing. Its complicated but it works.]

AND because his grades tanked hard due to the accident and being a young ghost hero in high school, Danny didn't have a lot of choices for work or even school (he is in college, none of his dream ones though, and is juggling between it and odd jobs here and there)

Anyways so yeah, Danny knows the people he's working for aren't... great. He knows they're shady AF and knows he could maybe find out what if he used his ghost powers but he does need this job for just a bit longer, until his next paycheck that's all.

He also know his new co-worker might be an undercover cop and is investigating them.

Caroline Hill is a nice lady though, even if it was an act to get closer, polite, works hard when paired with him, and very pretty.

So Danny decides to help cover up tiny mistakes or distract their other co-workers/employers when she's snooping around their work areas/offices.

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The Case of the Phantom Lipstick

Tim Drake is many things: a genius, a detective, a vigilante, a caffeine-dependent insomniac with abandonment issues and seventeen backup plans for every imaginable outcome.

What he is not, however, is delusional.

Which is why when he finds a kiss mark—an actual lipstick kiss mark—pressed to the inside of his favorite hoodie, he does not panic. He calmly, rationally, pulls the hoodie off, examines the fabric, and blames Steph. Probably Steph.

Except… it’s neon green. Not Steph’s color. Not Cass’s style either. Babs doesn’t do lipstick. Kon doesn’t own lipstick. And the only people who’ve been in his apartment recently are Bruce (definitely not), Damian (God, no), and Alfred (crime).

He throws the hoodie in the wash. Industrial cycle. Hot water. It should come out.

It doesn’t.

It doesn’t even fade.

It glows slightly under UV.

Okay. Fine. One hoodie. Maybe it’s old. Maybe he forgot something. Maybe he bought it that way.

But it happens again.

And again.

And again.

Old hoodies. New hoodies. Hoodies buried at the back of his closet that he hasn’t worn since he was sixteen. A hoodie still in the packaging, tags attached—he opens the bag and there’s a green kiss mark on the inside sleeve, like it’s been waiting for him.

They’re always placed differently. Sometimes hidden in the seam of a cuff. Sometimes pressed on the back hem. One tucked into the folds of a sleeve. One directly on the chest, over his heart.

He checks for tracking devices. Hidden ink. Sensors. Spoilers. Anything.

Nothing.

And it doesn’t stop with the hoodies.

One day, after a long patrol, he peels off his Red Robin gear and catches a glimpse of green near the collar of his suit. He freezes.

Another kiss mark. Same color. Right on the inside lining.

There’s one on his glove. One hidden under the fold of his utility belt pouch. One on the lining of his cape.

What’s worse? The Batcave scanners pick them up. There’s residual ectoplasm. Babs runs the data three times before looking at him like he’s either cursed or dating something from the beyond.

(He’s not. He’s pretty sure.)

Every attempt to investigate it fails. The cameras glitch. Video footage loops or scrambles. Laser grids are bypassed by something moving through walls. Magical wards short-circuit. Even Constantine shrugs when Tim reaches out.

“Strong liminal energy,” Constantine says, puffing a cigarette. “Someone’s got their spectral claws in you. Not a curse though. Feels like... courtship.”

“Courtship,” Tim repeats.

“Yeah. Spectral wooing. Ghost smooches. Congrats on your engagement, mate.”

Tim hangs up.

He doesn’t sleep that night.

Meanwhile, Gotham is experiencing what can only be described as “mild haunting.” But by Gotham standards, it’s barely a blip.

There are no mass possessions. No destructive battles. Just… ghosts. Hovering. Watching. Whispering things when Tim walks by. They show up at patrol spots. Float past his apartment. Some even drop cryptic notes: “May your union be fruitful,” and “Blessings upon the Chosen.” Occasionally they throw gifts at him. One leaves him a glowing thermos full of ghost flowers. Another—a floating knight in spectral armor—bows low while handing over a box of what Tim can only imagine is their version of chocolate, before vanishing with the words “For the chosen consort.”

Tim’s furious.

He’s not dating a ghost. He doesn’t know any ghosts. He doesn’t want to be courted by one.

...Probably.

Except.

Except sometimes, when he’s alone, he swears he feels someone there. Not threatening. Just present. A warmth in the air. A flicker in the corner of his eye. A soft sigh on the back of his neck. A whisper:

“Mine.”

And Danny Phantom—Protector of the Ghost Zone, King of the Infinite Realms, 100% a disaster bisexual—floats outside his window every other night with his face pressed against the glass like a cat trying to figure out if the human inside likes him.

Because Danny’s not trying to scare him! He’s just following tradition!

See, ghosts mark their chosen with energy. They ward off rivals. They court with gifts and blessings and acts of devotion. And yeah, maybe leaving lipstick marks on someone's battle gear is a little extreme, but Danny’s working with ghost etiquette, okay? And from where he's standing, no one's stopped him.

(Though Jason did try to stab him once. Danny considered it a bonding experience.)

Now Danny just needs Tim to say yes so the full wedding rite can be completed. The lipstick marks? Those are just... engagement placeholders.

The problem? Tim doesn’t know he’s essentially dating a ghost.

The bigger problem? Gotham’s ghosts do.

And they’re ready to throw hands with anyone who thinks they’re a better match for Tim Drake than the literal Ghost King himself.

Tim? He just wants one hoodie without magic lipstick on it. He’s not even asking for peace anymore. He just wants answers.

He’s so tired.

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Dan: Hey, there is a new delivery I need you to make.

Danny: Sure. What's the address?

Dan: It's the Ice Hibiscus Tea guy.

Danny: Again? That guy ordered the same thing four times this week!

Dan: He's single handly keeping me in business. Plus he tips well doesn't he?

Danny: Yeah last time he gave me a fifty.

Dan: Well, there you go.

Danny: Alright, I'll be back.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor

Alfred: Master Tim, will you be joining us for dinner?

Tim pacing in front of the door: No, I ordered delivery.

Alfred: If I didn't know this was a pathetic ploy to charm the delivery boy, I would take offense of how many times you ate that rubbish over my home-cooked meals.

Tim:....pathetic?

Alfred: Utterly pathetic. He doesn't even know your name. He calls you Ice Hibiscus Tea Guy.

Tim: How would you know- nevermind you know everything.

Alfred: Yes, indeed. Fix your hair and pop open the top three buttons of your shirt. You might get his attention this time if you do.

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Had a funny thought,

Tim and Danny shopping in the mall for Christmas presents for Tim's family. Of course they get a duck candle for Jason, named Yorick.

Joker invades the mall, Danny goes green eyes, Tim feels the cold air, a voice growls "clown..." with an underlay of screams, Danny pulls an item at random from the bag and chucks it with all his strength. Tim gets knocked back from wind as the sound barrier is broken as Yorick hits mach duck, before instantly braining Joker at 50 paces, clown goes over the balcony from the impact. Tim looks to see Danny staring at him in horror, "oh my ancients Tim, im so sorry, do you think Yorrick is ok?"they rush down, and Danny wants to cry over injured, half smashed Yorick, but Tim tells it is perfect, even covered in blood.

He gifts it to Jason anyway as is, with what pics he could get from the security camera, of Yorick in flight, hitting Joker, falling together, and Yorick and Joker together on the ground, both mangled.

Jason frames the pictures around a Yorick shrine in his apartment, titled things like "The last flight of the Duck", "The Fall from Grace", and " I may die but there will be two new plates in hell tonight"

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So i came up with another dcxdp tim/danny prompt

The young justice and team Phantom meet. Maybe they ran into each other on their missions and became friends. They are both chaos, whether it be time travel or inter galatical space travel. No one outside of these to groups knows this.

The Justice League start to learn how unhinged the yj are. They start to hear about team Phantom. JL come to the conclusion team Phantom is like the jl dark to yj but hey have more connections see as who danny is.

Choas ensues. The batfam learn that tim is dating the leader of team Phantom. Tim rubs it in his siblings' faces that he not only pulled a king but an ancient where as far they know is a god of Gods. Team Phantom is not giving straight answers to anything. Danny is just loving how his obsessive dork is gloating.

That's all I can think of at the moment. Feel free to add.

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More DCxDP

Before After

SOOooo this one won, and it's based in the fic made by @windyengel that's inspired by my post of Tim with birds. It's honestly a fic that I really really love, AND BECAUSE ITS MADE BY THIS QUEEN, SHE GAVE LIVE TO MY IDEA AND MADE IT BETTER KSKSKSKS

The complete image and link to the chapter:

Birds Of A Feather

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More DCxDP

Before After

More of CSDNC

Before After

SO- I made these for the second chapter of Crime Scene Do Not Cross BECAUSE OH MY GOD, is so freaking good! In a couldn't help but to make the outfit Tim (Caroline) decide to use~

I got the blessing of @corkinavoid when I made these (They like them, that's my blessing)

Btw the little one in the middle doesn't happen in the fic, it was a silly plus I just decided to draw and apparently Cork founded funny KASKKSKS

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I CAN FINALLY POST THIS

So- I hope y'all are not too tired of this whole DCxDP thing, bcs I really love it.

Also, speaking of live- I LOVE BIRDS OF A FEATHER, fic made by the incredible, beautiful, amazing- @windyengel ✨✨✨ Pls go read it's at least see the depiction of the birds, she really made them so alive in her fic ✨😔✨

Also, it's pretty obvious what I most like about Tim right? (No, it's not his tiny waist you 🫵🏻 dirty mind) IT'S HIS ✨EYES✨ and is clearly noticed in the first and last part jiji 🩷🩷

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DPxDC Prompt

A soulmate AU in which you crave the food your soulmate craves at any point in time.

For Danny that means he is craving coffee near constantly, which he is grateful for his ghost half's ability to process all the excess caffeine.

For Tim, he is confused because he doesn't know what he is craving, at first he assumes it is some sort of citrus food/drink and for months he goes through every single citrus flavored food or drink he can find. None of which are right, it is almost like they are adjacent to what he is craving and not at all close at the same time.

It isn't until he wakes up above a Lazarus pit after being stabbed through the gut does he figure out what he is craving and it honestly horrifies him.

Why is his soulmate craving Lazarus water? Are they a member of the League? Are they on this base? What does he do with this information!?

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MisDialed Hearts

inspired by this Prompt

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Tim Drake was cornered—again.

It had been one of those evenings, the kind that made Tim question every life decision that led him to being a CEO and a vigilante. Another gala. Another crowd of sharks in designer suits. Another round of well-meaning Gotham socialites asking about his dating life with a glint in their eyes like they were just waiting to pounce.

He needed out.

That’s when it happened. His phone buzzed with an unknown number. An escape hatch from the universe. A gift from the chaotic gods of Gotham.

Without hesitating, Tim pressed Answer and raised the phone to his ear like it was a lifeline.

“Hey, babe,” he said smoothly, walking briskly toward the exit, waving apologetically to the board members mid-sentence. “You’re calling now? I told you I was gonna be late—don't be mad. I'm on my way.”

There was a long pause on the other end. Then a confused voice said, “Uh. I think I called the wrong number...?”

Tim’s eyes lit up. Jackpot.

“I’ll be there in just a moment to pick you up,” he replied warmly, as if this was a normal thing, as if he hadn’t just started weaving a lie that would need more patching than a Gotham street after Scarecrow blew up half the block.

“Wha–?! Wait—what do you mea—”

Click. Tim hung up with a satisfied smile. He could already feel Babs and Dick squinting suspiciously at him from across the ballroom, probably comparing this situation to “that time Tim faked an uncle for six months.”

He needed someone real to make this lie work. Even if it started with a wrong number.

And he had the number.

— Meanwhile…

Danny Fenton blinked at his phone. He was sitting cross-legged on his twin bed in his Gotham University dorm, textbooks open in front of him, a microwaved quesadilla cooling by his side.

He'd been trying to call his physics lab partner, but either she changed her number or—

Or some random dude just answered way too comfortably and now might be on his way to pick him up. For a date.

“…Gotham,” Danny muttered, flopping backwards and groaning into his pillow. “I’m too tired for this.”

He considered texting the guy back, but he’d barely locked his phone when a black car pulled up in front of his dorm building.

A tall figure stepped out. a sinfully attractive man in a sleek black suit, tossing his keys to a valet who wasn’t even there five seconds ago, like Gotham just conjured them from the shadows.

Tim Drake.

“Are you Danny?” he asked, walking toward him with a smile that said, just go with it, please, but in the most polite, billionaire way possible.

Danny blinked. “Yeah…?”

Tim opened the car door. “Perfect. Sorry I’m late.”

“…okay.” Danny got in. He was too tired to fight this. Also? Tim smelled like expensive cologne and decisions that made bad ideas sound good.

“Just so you know,” Danny said as they pulled into traffic, “I have no idea what’s going on.”

Tim gave him a sideways glance, smirk playing on his lips. “You called me. I just answered.”

“You said you were picking me up for a date.”

“And I’m a man of my word.”

Danny stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you always like this?”

“Only when I’m being watched.”

Danny glanced behind them. Yep. That was definitely Nightwing in a very poorly concealed civilian outfit tailing their car. Robin was flying overhead. Batgirl’s silhouette was just visible on a rooftop.

“Oh my god,” Danny muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You dragged me into a Bat thing, didn’t you?”

Tim gave him an innocent look. “Do you want dinner? I know a place.”

Danny stared at him for another beat, then leaned back in the seat with a sigh.

“You know what? Fine. You’re hot, I’m tired, and I skipped lunch. Let’s go.”

Tim smirked again. “Excellent. Just don’t be surprised if someone tries to kill us. It’s Gotham, after all.”

Danny groaned. “That’s fine. I’m half-dead anyway.”

Tim raised an eyebrow. “Wait—what?”

Danny smirked this time. “You faked a boyfriend. I fake being alive sometimes. Let’s call it even.”

Tim laughed. “Oh, I like you.”

“I’m still charging you for gas money,” Danny deadpanned.

"But I'm the one driving"

"So."

They were a disaster already. Gotham might never recover.

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Jazz: Hey, little brother. I thought you'd still be out with Tim?

Danny: Heeeeey, Jazzypants! Yeah, we're *explosion in background* we're still out and about.

Jazz: Danny...

Danny: Say, you wouldn't - *groaning of metal collapsing* *Tim: DP go right! You're other right!* - happen to know where my purple pouch is, wouldya?

Jazz: *bites back a sigh* Which purple pouch?"

Danny: The one - *more explosions.* *Ha ha! Take that you calamari rejects!* -that I won off of Bacchus that one time?

Jazz: Danny, is this like Sydney?

*silence quickly interrupted by triumphant cackles from Tim*

Danny: Yeah... it's like Sydney."

Jazz: 3rd bedroom, 4th drawer on the right side of the desk behind the collapsible star in a jar and Constantines right toe bone.

Danny: Perfect! You're the best - *a scream like an irate giraffe echoes* best sister ever! I'll let you know when we're back! See you next Sunday for dinner!

Danny: Okay! I can portal it! Bout to throw a rock at these squid games!

Tim: *Groans* Not your best.

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If someone here dares to report me bcs of those massive tits of Dan?- I would take it as a compliment, those tits are for censoring, grr LKAJSDJAS Btw, this is the visual concept of how the fenton/phantoms look in the fic "Every bat has a cat" by @windyengel and @takemetomyfragiledreams!! Pls, idk when they're gonna post it, but i super super recommend y'all to read it!!! Im sorry if im being really a ghost rn, im having some issues involving my personal-familiar life rn, thank y'all for the support wawas <3

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Dead Tired? AGAIN?- Y'all are gonna suffer even more with them, I can't hel it guys, I'mma sucker for this two Q Q

But btw! This is a comic totally based on a scene of Please put your shoe in my mouth and take mine out!! It's directed to the exact chapter, but pls omg, go read the fic of my friend, Rune did an amazing job with it and I hope to see more of her talent!!! It's so fucking funny, I LOVE IIIIT.

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Before After

Tim was following a trail of drug dealers when he found himself in a veeery dark room. Imagine his surprise when he found himself face to face with a pair of pretty glowing green eyes! (He didn't hear or see anything- HOW THE HELL??) And oh boy, he's floating? AND HE'S HANDSOME- He can feel his ears burning

Danny on the other hand is just amaze by how pretty Red Robin is with even the mask on! (And upside down)

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I'm so sorry, I am a sucker for crossovers with my favs-

HAVING SAID THAT- There's an account here in tumblr that write some of the best Dead Brain that I never encounter. If i could remember their @... Anyway this is also for someone that make me a meme with one of my drawings and I discovered that they also like DCxDP so yeah, that's it

Also, smug Danny + "Done with this mf" Tim = *Happy noises*

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is this anything

(edit: there’s a fic now)

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Logan waking up from a nightmare with Mary Puppins impaled on his claws for once instead of Wade and instantly having to drop the “I hate this rat dog” act because they don’t actually know if Dogpool regenerates or not

(She does) (Logan still fucking cries like a baby and holds her while she slobbers all over him)