#Dad danny

[akemi2003]

Fic prompt #22

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Danny was the biggest mystery of Amity Park. No one could ever figure out what was going on with him—he started skipping classes, destroying things, and speaking in some strange code, ecc ecc.

So when he was discovered with an infant who looked exactly like him, a lot of things suddenly started to make sense. People assumed he had gotten someone pregnant and was struggling to adjust to his new responsibilities. After all, he was biologically male, so the natural assumption when the mother was nowhere to be found, was that he had been assaulted by an adult woman who then abandoned the baby to him.

What they didn’t account for was the biology of a Halfa. He was the mother. And while Ellie was technically his clone, he had to use the DNA of the guy he had his first time with to stabilize her. He just hoped Tim wouldn’t take his absence too hard. But between his life as a vigilante, a student, a mother, and the heir to the Infinite Realm, he simply hadn’t had time for a relationship

[welcome-tothe-mystery-shack]

DP x DC Prompt: Single Mom Who Works Too Hard

Ship: Spirit Halloween (Danny Fenton/Bruce Wayne)

(If this ends up on Tiktok, I don't consent to it!)

We've all seen the DeAged Danny raised by Jazz trope, but how about a little something of the reverse end?

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Danny's the Ghost King and has been for almost a thousand years at this point. He's also grown into his role as the Ancient of Space, working alongside his ghostly adoptive father, Clockwork, to ensure that the fabric of existence itself doesn't tear into pieces, mending reality wear it frays and making sure that troublemakers are taken care of, one way or another.

Jazz has been his confidant and head advisor ever since she became a ghost, with many joking about how she's his mom. Well apparently, word of this got back to one of said trouble makers, whom then misinterpreted the joke to be literal. Said troublemaker attacked Jazz while Danny was busy and she was travelling to a meeting with one of the more violent sub-kingdoms.

The attack was brutal and swift, and while she managed to escape to safety, the damage had been done and she was Fading. In a last ditch effort to save her, Frostbite offered to help Danny absorb her core so that he may incubate it until she was ready to reform anew. The problem is that, since Danny is a Halfa, Jazz's ghostly biology would be forced to adapt and she wouldn't reform as a full ghost, but instead as a Halfa like him, and would essentially become his daughter.

As such, she would be reborn as a baby. Whether or not she would retain her memories, or if they would return with time, or to what degree, was a mystery.

With no other choice other than to let her End, he agreed and the procedure is performed. After which, since the Realms are too dangerous at the moment to raise a new princess, Danny decides to take a brief sabbatical in a Mortal Realm. This way he could safely reform Jazz and raise her until she's old enough to defend herself. So with some help from Clockwork and Frostbite, he found a suitable dimension to do so. It was also dangerous, yes, but there were already plenty of heroes and it would have plenty of ectoplasm to sustain them.

Once some steps were put into place to keep the Realms running without him, leaving his (now elder) daughter Ellie in charge in his abscence (mostly, he still had to do paperwork), he slipped into the new dimension and found himself in a gloomy city called Gotham. It didn't take him long to get himself set up, using programs custom made by Technus and Tucker to put him into records, he gets an apartment and settles in.

Things are mostly quiet for the next year, as Jazz safely reforms as a newborn baby girl, looking almost exactly as she had in life, save for her new starlike silver freckles and lightly tapered ears, just like Danny's human form had. Learning to be a parent to a baby Halfa ended up being harder than he expected, as her cries would echo through the complex and her unchecked ghostly aura led to things becoming too much for their mortal neighbors as more and more moved out. Eventually, the building was almost empty, and Danny ended up having to buy the whole thing when the owner was thinking of demolishing it, which would've been a real hassle.

With most of the tenants gone already, Danny took the opportunity to do renovations, moving him and Jazz to the penthouse to get easy roof access and made a ton of modifications to minimize the effect that Jazz had on the mortal humans. He then started renting out to people in desperate need, offering cheap rent with generous leeway on payments since he didn't really need the money, and what he did get went to maintenance for the building, hiring staff and feeding him and Jazz.

Eventually word got back to Bruce about this single dad running an almost suspiciously affordable apartment complex and he decided to investigate it, just in case. He set Oracle to check out its virtual footprint and then sent Tim to act like he was interested in investing in the complex. If it turned out to be legit, then great, they would support it. If not, then they'd take care of it.

But then one day he just happened to bump into the (surprisingly attractive, boy did the pictures NOT do him justice) guy while out at a store so he decided to take the opportunity to try to get some answers from him himself, and the adorable baby girl in his arms.

She didn't look much like her father, aside from the freckles and the ears. Metas perhaps? That would be unfortunate, since Metas tended to be targeted and/or ended up getting pulled into villainy whether or not it was a willing decision. But that being said, nothing about the young family was immediately suspicious, and Bruce found himself actually enjoying the conversation.

After Tim and Babs both gave their reports that they'd found nothing immediately suspicious of the man, Bruce began to tentatively send people in need towards the complex, knowing that Danny would give them a good deal for a decent apartment. He would also begin to meet up with the man to discuss further expansions of actually affordable apartments, with Danny taking charge to ensure that his tenants were living in good conditions, even when it would keep him up later then he already did with a young toddler to raise.

The more that they interact, the more the two find themselves talking longer, about deeper topics, or even just sitting together in silence while Jazz played with her toys. And whenever Danny happened to nod off, exhausted, Bruce would make sure that the toddler was looked after just to give the poor man a break. After all, Bruce knew how hard it could be to balance so much on a plate.

(Feel free to expand from here however you wish!)

[dclovesdanny]

DcxDp prompt

Teen dad Danny Fenton moving into Crime Alley and getting a reputation for helping. Street kids willing to babysit Ellie and Dan while he’s job hunting can spend the night, have a meal, get cash, whichever they choose. Sec workers who do Ellie’s hair/nails/babysit some nights also get the same benefits. He will treat anyone with injuries for the low price of showing Ellie and Dan their guns/taking them to the observatory/getting him job opportunities.

All of the people in Crime Alley know the single meta dad with two kids, who has helped half the alley at least. Everyone is also aware of how Ellie calls her other parent ‘The Bastard’, and how bad their nightmares are, the ones they have to call Danny for(A few of his repeat guests have seen the scars and burns on his arms. Some of the older street kids recognize that hunted look he gets when people touch him when he doesn’t know they are there. Some of the sec workers notice how protective he is of his kids, and the younger workers. No matter who they are, they all notice how Dan gets quiet and angry when asked about his ‘other dad’. They all have sworn never to let those kids go back to the other dad, Danny included. They are a part of Crime Alley now, and they protect their own)

Danny doesn’t realize how far his reputation goes/how much everyone trusts him until two of his regulars bring in an injured Red Hood, promising him whatever he wants in exchange for him helping their boss.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Daddy's Girl Part 3

Title: A Royal Thank You

The Justice League had barely caught their breath.

In the days following the rooftop incident, Earth had seen a seismic shift in ghost-related politics. With the Ghost King’s declaration echoing through both the Realms and Earth’s dimension, the Guys in White found themselves publicly exposed, internationally condemned, and—thanks to the League’s swift action—systematically dismantled.

Every black site was raided.

Every illegally detained ghost or hybrid was freed.

And every dirty record connected to the GIW’s shadowy ops was handed over to the UN’s paranormal oversight committee, now assisted by a rather smug Constantine and a very pleased Martian Manhunter.

But amid the diplomacy, legal dismantling, and fallout from Phantom’s appearance, one thing stood out in Dani’s mind:

They tried to help her.

Even when they didn’t know who she was, even when she was just a scared girl in pain—they came.

Back in the Ghost Zone, Dani tapped her foot impatiently as she floated near the central portal hub of the citadel.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Danny asked from behind her, arms crossed but not unsupportive. “You know Batman’s gonna be suspicious the moment you show up.”

Dani grinned. “Suspicious? Please. I’m adorable.”

Danny narrowed his eyes. “You say that like he doesn’t carry Kryptonite and a backup plan to take down literal gods.”

“I’m a thank-you card with legs,” she said, puffing her chest with pride. “I’m just gonna pop in, say thanks, and not let Batman scare me into bolting. Easy.”

Danny smiled softly, pride obvious in his glowing eyes. “You’re really okay?”

She floated backward and tapped her chest. “Core’s solid. Healed up. Got some wicked scars—might glam them up later. But yeah, I’m okay.”

Danny hesitated. Then leaned forward and kissed the top of her head.

She blinked. “Okay, that’s new.”

He shrugged, sheepish. “You called me Daddy. I’m gonna be annoying about it for a while.”

“Yeah, yeah…” she muttered, cheeks red. “Alright, open the portal before I lose my nerve.”

Watchtower – Justice League Central Command

The team was mid-briefing when a soft hum filled the room—faintly green, faintly cold. Instantly, Batman and Superman straightened. Wonder Woman reached instinctively for her lasso.

A portal spiraled open just above the conference table.

And Dani floated through, hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay! Peace! I swear!”

Hal Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Oh, it’s the ghost kid. Wait—are you the scary one or the adorable one?”

“Depends on the day,” she said, smirking. “Today’s adorable, promise.”

Dani touched down lightly on the table, then reached into her jacket and pulled out a folded piece of paper. It shimmered faintly with ecto-energy and bore the Ghost King’s seal in soft silver.

“I, Danielle Phantom—heir of the Ghost King and officially Not Screaming Anymore—just wanted to say… thank you. For trying to help me.”

There was a pause. Diana stepped forward first, her eyes soft.

“We were too slow,” she said gently.

“You came,” Dani replied, shrugging. “That’s what matters. A lot of people don’t.”

She handed the letter to Superman, who looked surprised but touched as he took it carefully.

“It’s got King stuff in it too,” she added. “Like, Danny made it all official with thanks from the Realms. I didn’t read that part. It’s got too many fancy words and titles like ‘Defenders of the Mortal Gate’ or something. But I made sure it also includes drawings of you all as ghosts. In crayon.”

Flash perked up. “Wait, me as a ghost?”

“I gave you a cape.”

“I don’t wear a cape!”

“Now you do.”

Batman stared at her, arms crossed, unreadable.

Dani stared right back.

“…You remind me of someone,” he said at last.

“Yikes. That better be a compliment.”

To everyone's shock, Batman gave the barest twitch of a smile.

Dani grinned wider. “Well, I should go. My dad’s waiting and he gets twitchy when I’m gone too long. He’s still new to the whole ‘terrifying ghost father thing.’”

“I can relate,” Superman muttered.

Dani floated back toward the portal.

Then she paused and looked over her shoulder.

“I hope I never need saving again. But if I do… thanks for being the kind of people who’d show up anyway.”

And with a final flash of light, she was gone.

The room was silent for a moment.

Flash blinked. “So we’re friends with the Ghost King now, right?”

“More like allies,” Batman said.

Superman smiled faintly. “And we’ve got the official ghost crayon drawings to prove it.”

Wonder Woman nodded. “A kingdom of the dead just thanked us. I’d say that’s a day well spent.”

[raiffeldrakon123]

DP X DC | Short Story 1

The following story is based on a prompt I've made. The idea is the same, but the execution is different.

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— Alright Steph, we are all here now, how about you start explaining now? -Barbara said softly, her gaze kind. The rest of the Batfamily watched Steph with a mix of curiosity and subtle concern from their seats around the room.

Stephanie lowered her head, her gaze fixed on the floor as her mind raced. She had always known this day would come —it was almost a miracle she’d managed to keep the secret for as long as she had. But now that the moment was here, she had no idea how to begin explaining it all to them. She stayed silent for a few more seconds, letting out a slow breath before raising her head and running a hand through her hair. Her eyes met the faces of the people around her —not her family by blood, but at this point, they might as well have been.

— Alright, but just for the record, I swear I didn’t mean to keep this a secret from you guys, -She said, her voice tinged with guilt. She lifted a hand to scratch the back of her neck, glancing away.- For this long, anyway.

— So, you did mean to keep this a secret from us, -Damian said, narrowing his eyes at her, his frown deepening

Stephanie flinched at Damian’s words but pushed through.

— Look, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about this sooner, -She said, her voice steady despite the tension in her shoulders.- But in my defense, it wasn’t any of your business. It was mine, and I had it under control. -She swept her gaze across the room, meeting each of their eyes in turn —Though her gaze lingered on Tim, Bruce, Barbara, and Dick a bit more than the others.- And be honest — if I’d told you all about it at the very start of my vigilante career, can any of you really say you wouldn’t have meddled?

Bruce, Barbara, Dick, and Tim exchanged uncomfortable glances, their silence louder than any admission. Alfred shook his head in exasperation while Selena shook her head with fondness, and Steph couldn’t help but let a small smile tug at her lips. If she had told them and they’d decided to meddle, she knew he would have quietly taken her side —even if both had wanted to meddle themselves; They were one of the rare voices of reason in the house, both were consumed by paranoia and actually knew when to step in and when to let things be.

— Anyway... how about we get back to your explanation? -Barbara said, gently steering the conversation back on track. She unlocked her phone and opened the gallery, turning the screen toward Stephanie.- When did this happen?

The image on the screen was one Barbara had found during her routine security check, making sure nothing dangerous had slipped into their devices. It showed a grinning Danny holding a baby girl —Ellie— who was beaming as she reached for the phone. The caption read: "Look how much fun I’m having, Mommy!"

— It... it happened back when I first started going out to stop my father, -Stephanie said, thinking back about those times.- I met Danny right after I found out the guy I was sort of dating at school was only with me because I was one of the few girls he hadn’t screwed yet.

The room fell into silence like a guillotine blade. The shift in atmosphere was immediate —muscles tensed, jaws clenched, and eyes darkened with barely restrained fury. Even Alfred, the eternal wellspring of calm of the family, had a cold, dangerous glint in his gaze that reminded everyone that he used to work for the secret services back in England.

— And who, -Dick started, his voice dripping with a sweetness so artificial it was venomous.- would this ‘guy’ be? -His smile was so painfully fake it might as well have been carved into his face.- I think I speak for everyone when I say we just want to... talk.

Around the room, heads nodded in grim unison. Damian, Duke, Bruce, Lucius, Alfred, Barbara, Cassandra, Kate, Harper, Selina, and Jason —each one radiating their own brand of barely contained rage in her steed.

— I’m not telling you his name, -Steph said, rolling her eyes, though the slight tremor in her voice betrayed her.- As much as I don’t like him, I don’t want him mysteriously ending up in the hospital over something that happened years ago. Besides, -she added with a smirk,- I kicked him so hard in the nuts he probably still wakes up screaming, so you guys don’t need to get even for me.

— You went too easy on him, Brown, -Damian growled, voice low and brimming with malice.- Scum like that needs to suffer more. Pain is the only language they understand.

— Have to agree with the demon spawn, -Kate muttered, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.- He clearly needs a better lesson in how to treat women like human beings.

— Preach, -Cassandra, Selena, and Harper said in perfect, almost chilling synchronicity.

Their protectiveness genuinely touched Stephanie, but she had a story to finish.

[artstaeus3600]

I've seen the concept of Kon either having a third parent in his DNA or instead of Lex Luthor it was someone else, so what if we replaced Lex's DNA with Danny's?

Danny's been the Ghost King for hundreds of years now his family has long since passed, Dan isn't around anymore since he's been helping Clockwork with Timeline screwups (something to do with flashes? He wasn't really paying attention) and well Dani's off exploring and discovering places, I mean she comes back occasionally but not as often as Danny would like, so Danny decided why not visit a human realm, and so he does, he explores the cities and stars, he doesn't really hide he's not human looking with his pointed ears, long fangs, and glowing eyes, and while he was there some lucky bastard got some of his DNA. This person also just so happens to be the person to switch Lex's DNA with a much stronger candidate (aka Danny)

Danny hadn't noticed at the moment cause it was a busy train ride, but he did immediately notice when a new life came to be, immediately claiming him as one of the parents, so of course he immediately went to go look and see what that was about cause he doesn't remember sleeping with someone? And he hasn't even been here that long for a baby to be born? And after some searcing he finds a lab and a baby in the tube and we'll, he went completely feral at the sight and destroyed the building, which caught some of the Justice League's attention and all they find is a destroyed building owned by Cadmus.

Danny is now back in the apartment he was renting while he was taking a vacation from being the Ghost King (he was lonely), with his brand new baby he'd guess around 3 months old but he's not an expert, and he just falls in love with him the same way he did with Dani but the thing is the baby isn't a Halfa like him even with his DNA he's more like Jazz with being extremely liminal (so mostly all the instincts of a ghost but none of the powers), and we'll Jazz couldn't ever really stay long in the zone before she'd end up a permanent resident, so taking this baby with him back to the zone was a no go, at least not for long periods of time.

So that's where he's been for the last two months with his baby who he named Conner Nightingale, Nightingale after his fake ID for this human life, and he's just adoring being a father and sure he wonders sometimes who the other parent is but he can't exactly take Conner to a normal hospital, cause of the ghost biology, except the few checkups with Frostbite telling him the other parent isn't human, Dani was also told about her new nephew and loves bringing him new toys to see if he'll like it whenever she comes around.

While Danny has been taking care of Conner the Justice League has been trying to figure out what happened with that Cadmus building was doing before it got destroyed, and found out it was a cloning lab, who they were trying to clone they haven't found yet cause of the scattered/destroyed files...

Edit: Part 2

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

Dead Dad or God?

It's been a handful of years and Ellie has joined the YJL

The YJL has the misunderstanding that her dad is dead

Which you know not exactly wrong but why do they think this?

Cuz Ellie and Danny are both little gremlin shits that found out they could speak to each other and hear each other no matter the distance or dimension,

So like I said little shits TM that they are decides to make it look like a prayer while speaking

So every time she says

"Oh yea let me just go tell my dad"

and then proceeds to put her hands together very obviously in a prayer.

This only somewhat stops when the heroes are in a rather tight spot and need some help, and Ellie goes "let me call my dad" in her usual prayer form and then the air beside her gets ripped open and this twink of a man who barely looks any older than her pops out like

" Yo I'm here to help!"

Now they think Ellie is a demi-human and Danny some sort of God.

" Oops? "

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Just an Idea

[kii0mi]

Have some dad Danny with tha blobs!

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 352

“Mother, I crave violence,” a small child interrupts the video call, practically clambering up into Nightingale’s chair. They look around five or so, with white hair and red eyes. Albino perhaps? 

“Ah, apologies, let me take care of this real quick,” Nightingale turns the microphone off when he gets a few acknowledging noises, picking the small child up and moving them from the room. 

“Cute kid,” Barry acknowledged from behind his coworker’s head, having been helping move things. Actually, the kid looked kind of familiar, though from where, who knew. Hard to remember everything with how fast his thoughts usually went. “I didn’t know Nightingale was a father…” 

Then again the specialist was notoriously private, and set most meetings online thanks to some sort of medical conditions. So he supposed it would make it easier to be a stay at home dad if he was there already…

[dp-marvel94]

Offspring of My Ectoplasm. My child.

Summary: Based on Phantom Offspring by LightSage89. Featuring unexpected acquisition of ghost baby (because ghost biology is weird) and cute dad Danny.

Word count: 5,081

Also on A03 and Fanfiction.net

Note: So this is the thing I posted about earlier today. @floralflowerpower, @mymadmedleyw @jadenoryuu @chaos-is-my-lifeblood

So do you ever do that thing where you read someone else’s fic and daydream about how you’d continue it for months? Just me then?

This idea is based on this story. Phantom Offspring by LightSage89. @light-eco-sage

From the summary of that story. “Every three years, ghosts enter a reproductive cycle. It has been three years since the Portal Accident [age 17], and Danny enters his first reproductive cycle without knowing it. One would think without a ghost for a mate, nothing would come of it, but ghost biology is a little stranger than that.” So basically by the end of the story, through weird ghostly asexual reproduction, Danny ends up with nine offspring, eight animal-like ghosts and one phantom (a species of ghost). Phantoms are mischievous, small, and completely invisible. These spirits are a little more intelligent than animal-like ghosts. They can generally understand speech but aren’t able to produce sound, much less speak. For ghosts produced this way, the offspring generally leave right after ‘hatching’ and so the spawning ghost doesn’t have any parental responsibilities to them. So all of Danny’s brood leaves and he moves on with his life. My idea starts seven or so years later when Danny is in his mid-twenties.

Danny’s duties as future ghost king have him spending a lot of time in the ghost zone. He visits different realms - like Dora’s Kingdom, the Far Frozen, the Acropolis of Athens - to learn about the zone’s history and culture. He establishes relations with other areas, making more allies and learning everything that he can.

One day, when he’s in the Acropolis for a multi-day festival, he runs into a familiar ghost. A little phantom literally flies right into his head, ruffling his hair playfully. Danny instantly recognizes the small spirit as one of his. It’s one of his phantoms, in fact the phantom from his first nesting. Danny’s eyes light up, excited to see the little ghost after so long.

The phantom hangs around for a while, generally causing mischief as all phantoms tend to do. The presence warms Danny’s heart but at the same time… it stings. He knows the little ghost won’t hang around for long. Anytime he’d run into his offspring before, they never had. His phantom would likely move on by the morning.

But that is not what happens. At breakfast the next morning, a mischievous ghost knocks over his cup. Danny blinks in surprise, recognizing the being. His phantom is still here. The small ghost continues following him around for the rest of the day and the next. It gets underfoot at the market, steals his food, hides his shoes. The phantom makes all sorts of trouble but Danny’s core flutters happily as an invisible form presses into his chest. A presence brushes his hand. Tiny fingers grip his hair. Actually…

That’s strange. Though able to interact with the world, phantoms don’t have defined forms. He shouldn’t be able to feel hands in his hair, feet standing on his shoulders. But Danny brushes off the oddity. He goes to sleep with the little phantom pressed into his chest.

Danny wakes up with a small, visible figure tucked under his chin. The half ghost blinks, taking in the ghost. It’s in the shape of a person with a head, arms, and legs, even if only as tall as his hand. The hair is white, most of the body black. And… Danny’s breath catches as the little green eyes look up at him. It looks like him, like Danny himself, except at 14. A miniature version of him as a teen.

Eyes wide, Danny tentatively reaches for the ghost. His fingers brush and… he recognizes the presence, the energy, the vague emotions churning under his touch. It’s… it’s his phantom. Except completely visible.

Danny quickly stands, picking up the small ghost and holding it to his chest. The phantom wiggles, trying to escape.

“Hey. Hey. Calm down. I need to find out what happened to you.” The man pleads.

The phantom stopped at the words, relaxing into his hold.

Danny finds Pandora and anxiously asks for an explanation.

“It manifested.” The woman peers down at the phantom with some surprise.

“Manifested?” Danny asked.

A nod. “That is when a phantom takes on a physical appearance. It is not very common, but does tend to happen when a phantom spends prolonged time with its maker. Most will take on their spawner’s form, though miniature.”

Danny looks down at his offspring. Well, that is definitely true. “So… is this permanent or….”

Pandora chuckles. “Do not worry. This normally does not last long. It will get bored soon, wander off, and cease to be your shadow.”

Something in Danny stings at the thought. He absently ruffles the phantom’s hair, which wiggles again before breaking out of his hold and flying off.

Danny’s heart sinks. He goes back to the festivities. Except his phantom returns less than an hour later, just as visible as before. The small ghost flutters around him, leaving and coming back, making mischief as always. But that night, Danny still falls asleep with his offspring close to his core.

Sometime later, Danny leaves the Acropolis and the phantom goes with him. Danny stops in his lair briefly before planning to go back home, through the portal. The small ghost follows, excitedly buzzing around the room, investigating and knocking things over.

The half ghost rolls his eyes at the mess before chuckling as the phantom tangles itself in the blanket on his couch. “Tuck was right. You really do take after me.” Something in Danny aches at the words.

The phantom zips out of the blanket before running into a framed photo on one of the end tables and falling onto the wooden surface. For once, the small ghost stays still, just staring at the picture.

Danny approaches, kneeling to see the picture. The corner of his lip turns up. “That’s Sam, my wife.” He looks at his offspring. “Do you remember her? She was there when you hatched.”

The little ghost does not respond, not even with a nod. But for just a moment, something sparks in the eyes, recognition.

The half ghost watches for another few minutes as his phantom explores. Then, the small ghost darts in front of him, rubbing up against his chest. There’s…. an emotion communicated there, some type of affection. Danny’s heart clenches as he gently wraps his hand around the ghost.

“I have to go home now.” He says softly. “Back to the human world. To my friends and… family.” He stumbles on the word, because… isn’t the ghost he’s holding family too? “You probably don’t know this but… I’m half human. I’m not a full ghost like you are. So you can’t come with me.” His shoulders fall. “Not that you probably want to.”

The little ghost shifts under his hand and Danny lifts it. But his phantom doesn’t fly away. Instead, it tilts its head to look up at the half ghost. Danny feels his heart melt, even as his eyes start watering. “I loved getting to see you these past few days so much. I… God… I’ve missed you and your siblings so much.”

That is the problem with being half human. Most ghosts don’t care about their offspring, not the ones produced without a partner. But for Danny… every time he has to capture an animal-like ghost in Amity, every time a mischievous phantom drifts through the portal, he thinks about them. He wonders where his offspring are, how they’re doing. “I figured I’d never see you again. But… you’re here. And that made me so happy.”

Danny sighs, pausing for a moment as the little ghost hovers in front of him. “I’ll be back in a few days to visit the Far Frozen.” He looks down. “I’ll understand if you’re not here when I come back. I know how phantoms are.” He reaches forward, ruffling the fluffy white hair. “So bye, little guy. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

The small ghost presses into Danny’s hand. And for just a moment, the half ghost feels a hum, a buzz like a core purring. But the feeling vanishes. He stands, floating to the door and closing it. He pats the opening of the lair; it will let the little phantom leave if it wants to. But… “I hope you’re still here when I come back.”

Danny leaves, heart hurting despite his excitement to see Sam and his other loved ones.

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Three days later, Danny returns. He opens the door to his lair, expecting an empty room but… there, sitting on his couch, still visible, is the little phantom.

The half ghost’s eyes light up, joy sparking. He grins, scooping up his offspring in a hug without thinking. The small ghost accepts; for just a second, equal excitement brushes Danny’s core from the outside. “Come on. We’re going to the Far Frozen, Buddy.”

The phantom hovers up, sitting on his shoulder. Danny flies to the icy realm for a few days of study. The little ghost stays near him all this while.

This continues for several weeks. Every time Danny returns to the Ghost Zone, his little phantom is still there, still visible. His offspring is his constant companion. He talks to the small ghost. Even if it can’t respond, he knows it listens, maybe even understands. Danny eats his meals with it. He even tries to play with it- tag, simple hand games, with various improvised toys. But the small ghost has little interest. Danny’s heart swells with growing affection all the while.

But… things are not all well. Other ghosts look at the pair oddly. Eyes narrow in judgment, flicker away in suspicion. It makes Danny’s stomach churn. Sure, Pandora said that phantoms manifesting are rare. And yeah, no ghost Danny knows ever treats their single-parent offspring like this, so affectionately. But this can’t be that odd.

Dora approaches Danny, the next time he is in her kingdom.

Danny sits under a tree with his legs splayed in front of him, the small phantom facing him. He forms a tiny marble of ice in his hand and rolls it towards his offspring. “Come on. Catch it.” He encourages.

The little phantom just stares at the marble, uncomprehending. The ball rolls, coming to a stop between its own splayed legs.

“Now roll it back to me.” Danny waves with his hand, showing the action.

The small ghost looks up, head tilting as if confused.

“Sir Phantom.” Dora interrupts. “May I speak with you?”

“In a bit.” Danny waves her off. “I’m trying to get this one to play with me.” His head turns back to the smallest ghost. “Let’s try again.” The man grabs the marble before gently rolling it back to his miniature look-alike. “You can do it. Catch it.” He tries to spur on the little ghost. The ball rolls to a stop and curiously, the phantom reaches forward to take it. “Yes! That’s it! Now roll it back.” Instead, the small being grabs the marble and darts away.

Danny deflates with a sigh. “We’ll try again later.” He mutters.

After a pause, Dora sits down beside him. “Your offspring is quite handsome.” She starts. “A very fine specimen, for a phantom.”

The half ghost turns, raising a brow at her before his expression softens. “Yeah. The little guy’s great.” His voice rings out with affection before grinning. “Takes right after me, huh?”

Dora doesn’t respond positively, as Danny expected. “Sir Phantom, my trusted knight.” She pauses, her expression turning serious. “I fear… you are becoming too attached.”

The halfa’s eyes narrow. “Queen Dorathea.” He sees her flinch in surprise, hurt at his use of her full name and title. “What is that supposed to mean?”

The queen visibility fights not to slump. “I mean no offense. I simply do not wish for you to get hurt.”

“By my attachment… to my own offspring?” He frowns, severe.

“You must understand. Phantoms are not like us. They are flighty little things. They go where they please, when they please, causing mischief.” She looks in the direction the small ghost had flown. “Yes, your phantom is a cute little thing and its continued presence is an exciting delight. But you must realize it is temporary.”

Danny’s shoulders fall. “I know. Pandora told me that but…” He balls his fists, sounding resolute. “I’m just trying to make the most of the time we’ve got.”

“Are you?” Dora raises a brow, expression hardening. “Your behavior does not strike me as that of maker to offspring. It seems to be quite parental.”

The half ghost stiffens at the word. Parental. No, that isn't… that’s not what he's doing. And yet…. He bits his lip.

“So you do not refute my words.” The queen states after searching his face. She then sighs. “Daniel. I fear that you are setting yourself up for pain. Phantoms are not like us.” She again emphasizes. “They are simple, coreless, unchanging beings.” Her eyes bore into him. “They do not speak, they do not grow, they do not change. And it can be guaranteed, they do not stay.”

Danny’s heart twists at the words and yet, anger flickers in him. “What are you implying Dora?”

She maintains his hard gaze, her own eyes narrowing into draconian slits. “Offspring are not children. No amount of desire will make them so.” Instantly, her pupils round again, a grieved look covering her face.

The expression douses Danny’s anger, like water poured on a fire. “Dora?”

She looks down. “I only wish to save you from pain, as I have experienced.”

A pause. “What happened?”

“Centuries ago….” Dora starts, closing her eyes. “I had a phantom who manifested.” A soft smile graces her face. “She was a beautiful little girl. Little blonde pigtails, the cutest dimple. She was the light of my afterlife, for the time she was with me. Curious, Affectionate. She followed me everywhere I went. She was my little girl, my little Estrella. I named her and she came flying whenever I called to her. I began to hope….” Her voice lowered. “They say that if fate is particularly generous, if parent and phantom offspring agree, then… there might be a transformation.”

“Transformation?” Danny asks, tentatively.

“A miraculous change. From mere offspring into… child. A child of the same kind as their maker.” Her shoulders fall at the word, tears welling in her eyes. “I wished to be parent. So I named my would-be child. I set up a nursery, had clothing made. I showered my Estrella with affection and she reciprocated. She loved her toys. She ate from my plate. She allowed me to dress her. I thought… I thought we would begin our new afterlife together.” A tear spills down her face. “I thought we agreed but…”

Danny’s heart falls. “What happened?” He asks, even as dread pools in his stomach.

“We did not agree.” Dora says simply. There is a long pause, her lip pinched tightly closed. Then… “She disappeared. I know not whether she simply became invisible again or… faded. But… I never saw my little girl again.”

The pair stare down, neither speaking. Danny’s mind crowds with thoughts, pain spiking through his heart as his own little phantom’s face sparks in his mind.

“I would never wish that pain on any soul.” Dora vows. “Daniel… Please, listen to one with experience. I warn you to save you that same sorrow and grief.”

Danny does not meet her eyes for a long while, staring towards the castle. A small black and white figure darts towards them before slowing. Danny’s little phantom. The ghost holds… a pink flower, which it drops into Danny’s lap before landing on his shoulder and nuzzling his cheek.

The half ghost moves a hand up, to cup his offspring. “Dora. I…I understand what you’re saying but… getting to know this little guy, no matter how long it lasts… I know it’s worth it.”

Dora’s face is thoughtful for a long moment before softening. “I hope then that his presence brings you joy, no matter what the outcome.”

Danny brings his hand forward to ruffle the phantom’s hair. “Thanks Dora.” He looks down at the phantom, something in Dora’s words sparking in his mind. His… He should probably stop calling his offspring an it; the little phantom does look male, like a boy. “Come on, little man. I’m ready to get some food.”

The pair fly off, back towards the castle. Danny eats and the small ghost sits with him, mostly playing with the food but… to the half ghost’s pleasant surprise, his offspring tries a few bites.

Danny smiles proudly, even as he cleans off the food-covered face. “You made a mess there, huh?”

Dora’s words still ring in his head, a bittersweet feeling crowding his heart. Still… no matter what, he will make the most of this.

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Another trip back through the portal. Mostly happy days with his friends and family. Lingering sadness too and worry that the next he ventures back into the Ghost Zone, the little phantom will be gone.

Still… eventually, Danny has to go back. More duties to attend to, more visits to make, this time to the Far Frozen. To his relief, his offspring is still waiting in his lair. The half scoops up his phantom in a hug. But… Dora’s words…

‘Phantoms are not like us. They do not speak. They do not change. And they do not stay.’

Danny tightens his hold slightly. No. None of that mattered. He loved… he loved the little guy, no matter what he was or what he was not, no matter what he could or could not do. But that last bit, the thought of him leaving… It hurt, deep in Danny’s soul.

The man reassures himself. He’ll be okay with just this, just a few weeks with his offspring. With just being followed around by the silent, unchanging presence. It’s enough. It has to be.

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Danny sits around a fire in the Far Frozen. He watches two yetis with a smaller one between them, their child. One scoops the young yeti into their arms, tickling the little one’s belly who giggles. And something in Danny aches at the sight. Two parents with their child. Their kid.

Earlier in the week, when he’d been home, he and Sam had talked. They’d talked about his phantom manifesting, Dora’s words, the other ghost’s reactions. They’d talked about Dora’s accusation, his ‘parental’ behavior.

And they’d talked about wanting kids. And they agreed. They both wanted kids but… because of his half-ghost status, Danny can never have children with a human partner, never have children with Sam. He watches across the way as one of the adults plays some type of hand game with their child. That…that will never be him and Sam. And it’s Danny’s fault, because he’s infertile.

Except… he looks down at his little phantom. That’s not true. He’s plenty fertile; curse weird ghostly biology. He’s had no problem producing offspring of his own ectoplasm. But… there is a difference between an offspring and a child.

Danny closes his eyes, breathing. Because, damn it, Dora was right. He wants more, more than just this. He doesn’t want what is essentially a loyal, excited pet following him around for a few weeks. He wants a child that he could watch grow up, a child that he and Sam can raise and love. He wants… ‘I wished to be parent’ Dora had said. That was what Danny himself wants now.

But….Danny pulls his phantom to his chest, kissing him on the head. His heart aches. He loves this little ghost so much. So much. That affection swells in him. He would give his life to protect his little one. He can imagine. The little ghost in his arms but different. A toddler’s frame and size. Chubby hands. Playing patty cake. A child’s laughter. He’d… he’d give his soul to hear that sound from the mouth of the small body pressed into him. But…

Offspring are not children. No amount of desire will make them so.

Dora is right. His desire will not change reality. It won’t change the being in his arms into a different type of creature altogether. And it’s wrong to want his offspring to be something he can not be. His heart twists guiltily at thought. He can’t force that on his little one. He won’t. He won’t expect, demand, beg, or wish for him to be anything more than what he is.

Danny kisses the little head again. “I love you. I love you so much.”

The small phantom presses into him, wrapping small arms around his fingers. Something… new flutters in the feelings coming from the ghost, a cacophony of emotions. And there, under his fingers, sparks the faint buzz of a core.

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Danny brings the little ghost back through the portal with him and calls Sam. If they stay in his parents’ lab, near the portal, the little one should be okay. Minutes later, his wife arrives. And…

The little phantom darts forward, curious and then excited when he recognizes the woman.

Sam laughs as the little guy investigates her hair. “You do look just like your daddy.”

Danny blinks, startled at the words before relaxing. They’d joked about that when he was younger. But now…. Daddy… the word rings differently in his heart. Now that he’s made the decision, now that he’s promised to love no matter what.

Sam tickles the little ghost, who rolls in the air, laughing without sound. She turns to her husband. “What’s his name?”

Again, the half ghost is given pause. “His name?”

“You haven’t named him.” His wife crosses her arms.

Danny rubs the back of his neck. “Honestly… Pandora said this would be temporary. So… I hadn’t bothered with it yet.” His voice quiets at the reminder. He hadn’t bothered because this wasn't going to last. Any day now, the little guy would get bored and Danny would never see him again but….

Guilt swells in his heart.Still…his little one deserves a name, doesn’t he?

His eyes trace the small body; his phantom does look just like him, like Phantom. “I’m thinking Jackson.” Danny blurts out.

Sam raises a brow before laughing. “Really? After your dad?”

“It just sounds right.” Danny doesn’t say how excited his dad would be to have his first grandchild named after him. Because… grandchild… no, this little phantom isn’t Jack Fenton’s grandchild. He’ll never really be Sam and Danny’s child, even if they both want…

The man swallows, grabbing his wife’s hand. “You should pick out the middle name.”

The couple’s eyes met and… the woman’s expression softens; Danny sees that she understands. “How about Aaron? That was my granddad’s name.”

“Jackson Aaron Fenton.” The man hums thoughtfully. “It’s great.” And just like that…

“Jackson?” Sam asks, addressing the small. “How do you like that name? Huh, Jackson?”

No response. After a pause, Danny experimentally calls. “Jackson?”

The phantom’s gaze turns instantly and his head might just nod. The ghost flies to Danny, landing on his shoulder and placing tiny hands on his cheek.

“I think he likes it.” Sam says with a smile.

“Do you, Jackson? Do you like that name?” Danny asks.

For just a moment, there’s a hum. A cacophony of emotions wafts off the phantom before returning to simple contentment.

“I think that answers it.” Danny smiles.

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Jackson. Their little phantom has a name now. And the half ghost uses it with glee. The name is sweet as honey on his tongue. It rings like the sound of a bell. Danny’s eyes light up whenever the little ghost reacts to the name, even if it’s only half of the time.

The small ghost still goes from kingdom to kingdom with Danny. Jackson still causes trouble. Danny still tries to play, even if the simplest game of patty cake is beyond the ghost. Danny tries to teach his offspring to nod and shake his head for yes and no. But no lessons stick. Still….

The little ghost is affectionate, even more so than before. He loves cuddling with Danny, little body pressed up against his heart. Sometimes, a faint buzzing rings in time with the half ghost’s core. Jackson eats more often off of Danny’s plate. He sleeps more often too, not just when Danny himself is sleeping.

Danny watches, expression soft and loving as Jackson sleeps on the couch. His little chest moves up and down, in mock breathing. His arms wrap around the keychain stuffed penguin Sam had given him.

Sam and he had talked. They had made their decision. They were parents. Their little phantom, Jackson Aaron Fenton-Phantom, was their son. Even if he wasn’t like them, even if they only have him for a limited amount of time.

The half ghost kneels down, watching the sleeping figure closer. His ears twitch at… the soft sound of breathing.

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Danny flies Sam to his lair.

“He was asleep when I left.” The man says as he opens the door. “I figured he’d want to see you again.”

The couple cross the threshold and Jackson stirs at the sound, letting out a silent yawn. He darts up, glow flashing brighter in excitement.

“Hi there.” Sam smiles.

The little ghost flies up, nuzzling into her cheek before darting to Danny and doing the same.

The goth chuckles. “I brought you something.” She pulls out a tiny rubber ball and holds it out.

Jackson tilts his head, studying the object.

“It’s for you.” Danny encourages. “Go ahead and take it.”

Tentatively, the phantom flies forward. He lowers, landing on Sam’s hand, and tentatively takes the toy. He floats for a long moment, looking between the two adults.

“Do you want me to play with you?” Sam asks.

The little one’s head moves oh so subtly. Danny blinks. Was that… a nod?

The goth clearly notices as well, eyes widening. She kneels. “Just roll it to me, Jackson.”

The small ghost lands on the floor, sitting with his legs splayed in front of him. For a long moment, he stares at the ball before…. He pushes it away from himself, towards the woman.

“Good job!” Sam congratulates, clapping. She catches the ball and pushes it back to the little ghost. “Roll it back to mama.” After a hesitant pause, Jackson rolls the ball back.

Danny kneels as well. “You did it! You did it, little guy!”

Soon, there is no hesitation. Jackson passes the ball, chest shaking with soundless giggles. Danny and Sam couldn’t be more proud.

They keep playing for a while, before Jackson flies off. He explores, periodically bringing small objects back to the couple.

Sam tilts her head questioningly as the little phantom sits on the coffee table, nippling on an oversized cracker held in his small hands.

“What is it?” Danny asks.

“Is he bigger?”

The half ghost blinks. “What?”

“He was the length of your hand earlier, the last time I saw him. But…” She held up her hand to compare. “He’s bigger. Maybe… three or four inches taller?”

Danny furrows his brow. He holds up his own hand. And… “You’re right.”

Shock washes over him. Jackson is about one and a half times the length of his hand now. Definitely, measurably bigger. But…

The man leans forward, really looking at the smiling face. And his eyes just about pop out of his skull. Those features… Jackson’s face, it’s smoother, cheeks just a little bit rounder.

“He looks… he looks younger.” He wishes… he wishes he had a picture from before, from right after Jackson manifested. But… it’s burned into his mind. Danny’s likeness, a face identical to his own as a young teen but now…

“He does. He looks… eleven or twelve now. But before… he looked like you did at fourteen.”

The adults look at each other. And Danny’s mind whirls. Because…. Phantoms do not grow. They do not change and yet…. The changes are in front of him.

Something in Danny’s mind sparks, small pieces sliding into place. The increased affection, the subtle nods, the eating and sleeping, finally playing with Sam and him. The… the buzz of a tiny core under his finger. Phantoms are supposed to be coreless but…

There’s a suspicion. One he hadn’t allowed himself to think, yet alone dwell on… But, right in front of him, what he is seeing….

‘They say, that if fate is particularly generous, if parent and phantom offspring agree, then… there might be a transformation.’

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Later that night, once Sam has gone to bed, Danny stands in the doorway to Jackson’s room. It’s sparse, a room specially made for the little phantom. His offspring lies on a bed perfectly sized for him, with his stuffed penguin in his arms.

Danny kneels in front of the bed, again studying the sleeping face. The expression is serene, relaxed. Eye pinched closed, fringe ruffled by sleeping breath. The quiet sound of air moving in and out of the little one’s chest. He can almost, almost hear a quiet snore.

The man’s heart swells with hope.

“My little phantom.” Danny breaths. “You knew… I said before that I wasn’t like you. I’m a half ghost. And you’re a full ghost, a phantom. But…. I’m a Phantom too.” He chuckles lightly. “That’s what I named my ghost form anyway.”

There’s a pause as the man watches the chest rise and fall again. When he next speaks, his voice is quiet and sober. “We’re not that different. I know we’re not. Dora said… well, a lot of things but… phantoms aren’t supposed to be able to grow or change. They aren’t supposed to be able to make noise, definitely not talk. And they don’t stay. Not as long as you have.” Tentatively, slowly, Danny reaches. His thumb ruffles the sleeping head. “Oh, Jackson. The offspring of my ectoplasm. My child.” He pours all of his love, his hope, his belief in the words. “I think… I think you can be more. No, I know. I know you can be. If you want to.”

Danny’s hand shifts, gently rubbing his child’s back. “Sam and I… we love you no matter what you are or what you’re not. That’s what… what parents are supposed to do. Love you unconditionally. And us, your dad and mom, we love you so much, Jackson. Your daddy loves you so much.” He closes watery, emotion-filled eyes, his free hand clutched over his core. “But… if you want more than this. If you want a life with me and Sam. If you want to be not just my offspring but… our son, our baby, our child.” He emphasizes the last word, that distinction, the incredible difference between the two. “If you want things to be different. If you… If you agree… just tell me. Tell me and you can have it.”

The man finishes, his heart poured out. Emotions clash through him. Hope, fear, anxiety, desperation, sadness, love. But… something trickles into him, from the small body under his hand.

Danny’s eyes open and his gaze meets another’s, green eyes so like his own. Those eyes… the expression bores into him, the depth boundless. There is so much there, so many emotions, so many feelings. Danny’s hand shifts, moving to the bed in front of his son. A tiny hand grabs his pinky. And determination, certainty, assurance presses into his mind, from the child before.

A word is breathed into his very soul. Yes

In the morning, when Danny tickles Jackson, for the first time, his child laughs out loud.

[gohan420]

Alternate little baby man origin.

The clone that overshadows Danny in kindred spirits never comes back out, until months later when lbm comes out instead.

He is Danny’s son.

[bluerosefox]

Stellar Collisions

Back at it again with a DPxDC prompt.

It does have deaged Dani (Ellie)

Only this time its KonxDanny idea!~

Supernova, Kon's new hero name since Jon took over the Superboy name now, wasn't expecting to be called out to... especially in the sky... by another floating/flying person and-

WOW

They were cute as heck.

Glowing green eyes, and white hair, a bit shorter than him. He was floating in the air with a soft glow around himself as well.

And he was holding a white haired, very similar looking toddler in his arms, only the toddler had longer hair that was tied in pigtails. And the toddler was staring at Kon with large, almost sparkling eyes.

The young man, around Kon's age if he guessed, smiled and floated a bit closer, his face friendly and warm. When the young man stopped he kindly asked "Hey, would it be any trouble for you to autograph something for my daughter? She's a huge fan!"

[hello-eden]

Safe keeping

 Based off of my previous post 

There were two babies in the middle of the floor of the Batcave. they seem to be in some sort of makeshift nest built out of multiple baby blankets. It was one boy and one girl. They have black hair and the names Dante and Daniella stitched onto their black and white onesies.  

on the edge of the makeshift nest holds a flash drive. When they looked over the footage of the area it seemed that they just appeared nest and all. on the flash drive was a video.

Tim's face appeared in front of them; he seemed to be exhausted and a little teary. 

“Hello, if you're seeing this this means you have my children” 

The Tim look like wipes a tear off of their cheek and continues 

“it has become dangerous for them to be around. there are after them and it's better if you don't know who” 

They can hear crying in the distance and then the video cuts. When they're back on the screen they're holding Dante. 

“You may be very confused or you may have been told who the children are. Clockwork is the one that has given them to you. Clockwork is an ally of mine and has promised me that they will be the safest with you” 

He looks down at the baby in there arms and tucks them a little bit closer. 

“If they are not safe like I was promised. I will bring destruction to the entirety of your city. my children matter more to me than anything, so keep them safe.” 

Tim's eyes glow an unsettlingly familiar type of green as the video stops.

[rosemaryhoney27]

Daddy's Girl part 1

Let Go of My Daughter

The battle had been brutal. Debris lay scattered across the ruined street, buildings groaning from the damage, smoke rising from the craters left by the fight between the Justice League and the alien war machines that had descended without warning.

From a nearby rooftop, Dani watched with awe, her white hair glowing faintly in the dusk light. She wasn't supposed to be here—Danny had told her to stay away from trouble. But curiosity had a grip on her soul like gravity. These were the heroes she’d only heard about in stories, seen from the shadows: Wonder Woman, Superman, Batman, Green Lantern—fighting together in a blur of power and purpose.

Then came the hum. A too-familiar mechanical buzz that made her hair stand on end.

Dani turned. Too late.

Agents in white armor, cold faces under dark visors—the Guys in White. They hadn’t come for the alien invaders.

They had come for her.

She bolted, ducking low, turning invisible mid-leap, but they were ready. A glowing ecto-net shot out from a launcher, wrapping around her mid-air, sizzling with power. She screamed as it struck her core, her body flickering between ghost and human, pain tearing through every atom.

“No—NO! LET ME GO!”

Her thrashing only made the net constrict tighter, burning her. One of the agents barked an order, and the voltage increased.

“Subject is destabilizing. Contain or terminate!”

A sickening jolt surged through her.

Her screams echoed across the battlefield. At first, the Justice League didn't realize what they were hearing—amid the chaos, it was just another sound.

But then Superman paused. His ears twitched. He heard the difference. Fear. Pain. A child.

Wonder Woman turned toward him, already running. “Where?”

“North rooftop!”

Batman was ahead of them both, his grappling hook already in the air.

The GIW agents didn’t see them coming—not until a batarang shorted out their generator, sending Dani crashing to the rooftop, gasping and shivering.

The agents turned in surprise, only for a red and blue blur to knock two of them flying into a wall. Wonder Woman’s lasso whipped through the air, tangling up another pair. Lantern constructs snapped the rifles from their hands and crushed them under emerald fists.

But it was too late.

Dani was curled on the rooftop, panting, hurt, and bleeding ectoplasm. Her wide eyes glowed bright green, tears cutting down her ash-streaked cheeks.

Then she screamed—a raw, primal cry from the deepest part of her.

“DADDY!!!”

The world held its breath.

And then… the sky cracked.

Clouds spiraled unnaturally. Wind howled. The sun dimmed under a sudden pall of swirling green light. Lightning arced across the horizon—green lightning.

From the center of the storm, a figure emerged.

A black cloak whipped in the wind, edged with silver chains. A massive glowing crown floated just above his brow, held in place by raw ectoplasmic power. His white hair streamed behind him like a comet. The air warped with his fury.

And his eyes—normally calm and glowing green—were now blood-red.

Phantom.

No longer just a boy.

Now, the Ghost King.

“LET. GO. OF. MY. DAUGHTER.” His voice was not a shout. It was a command from a being who ruled death itself, echoing through time and space.

The GIW agents who were still conscious dropped their weapons instantly, paralyzed by sheer instinctual dread. One tried to run—only to be caught midair by an invisible hand and slammed into the pavement.

Danny—King Phantom—descended to the rooftop. He didn’t even touch the ground; power thrummed beneath him like a living storm. The League took a cautious step back, not out of fear—but respect.

He knelt beside Dani, rage turning instantly to anguish. “Dani… I’m here.” He gathered her up, cradling her close. Her eyes fluttered open, and a weak smile touched her lips.

“You came…”

“I always will.”

Batman stepped forward. “Who are they?” He gestured to the crumpled agents.

Danny didn’t look up. “Government ghost hunters. Illegal operations. I’ve shut them down before.”

“They attacked a child,” Wonder Woman said grimly. “They’ll answer for it.”

Danny stood, still holding Dani. “Not to you. To me.” A portal yawned open behind him—green and swirling like a rift into another realm.

One of the agents began to beg. “You don’t have jurisdiction here!”

Danny looked back over his shoulder, red eyes gleaming.

“I’m the King of the Infinite Realms. Jurisdiction is what I say it is.”

He stepped through the portal, Dani safe in his arms. The sky rumbled one last time—and then the clouds dispersed.

The rooftop fell quiet.

Green Lantern let out a low whistle. “Well. That was something.”

Superman crossed his arms. “We’ll need to talk to him. If they’re hunting children like her, this isn’t over.”

Batman was already scanning the data from the agents’ suits.

But all of them, for that one moment, stood in the quiet awe of a simple, terrifying truth.

Mess with a ghost girl… and you’ll answer to her father.

The Ghost King.

[sistertotheknowitall]

Don’t imagine Dani/Ellie meeting Kon in front of Superman and off handedly mentioning she’s a clone. Don’t imagine Kon also explaining he’s a clone. Don’t imagine Ellie getting so excited to meet another clone who survived.

Don’t imagine Kon’s feelings when Ellie starts rambling about her Dad. About how great he is and how much he loves her. That despite her being a clone of him and his enemy, he knows it wasn’t her fault.

Don’t imagine how uncomfortable/uneasy Superman is. Don’t imagine Clark trying to justify his actions. Being so stubborn and self righteous that his words are just full of empty reasons. Don’t imagine his justification making Ellie angry and Kon really really sad.

Do imagine Batman being there and glaring openly at Clark.

(Bonus: also imagine Ghost King Danny being there and willing to fight Superman.)

[akemi2003]

Fic prompt #7

Dpxdc

Danny Fenton is the biological father of Timothy Drake.

He had a one night stand with Janet the night before her wedding.

She didn’t tell nobody about it, nor she tried to confirm whatever Tim was Jake son or not, but after some years even without proofs she could see the resemblance.

Not wanting his husband to find out she convinced him to stay out of Gotham for work.

13 years old Tim Drake-Wayne find the diary of his mother and truth about his birth and decide to try searching for his biological father