#c: danny fenton | phantom

[versias]

de-aged!Danny & Dani, dp x dc

Dick loves interacting with kids, but he doesn't always love doing it as Nightwing. When Nightwing comes across a child, it's not usually a pretty scene. They're scared or hurt or worse, and he has to bite down his horror and rage to reassure them--yes I am a hero, yes I'm going to help you. Hold on, just hold on.

Those are always the hardest cases. The hardest nights.

He spies a flash of pale light and stops to get a better look, only to see two children stumbling along together through a dark and dirty alleyway. The taller one is leaning heavily on the shorter one. One is dressed in a hospital gown that had seen better days. It was caked in mud and some kind of green substance. The same substance that dripped in their wake, he realized, spying the glowing green puddles.

Blood, he thinks. It's green, searing green like kryptonite or cartoon acid (or Lazarus Water), but it drips like blood. Both of the children glow faintly in the night, from their white hair to their pale skin. Dick taps his comm and murmurs a request for Oracle to send an ambulance his way.

The littler one snaps her head up so fast Dick flinches. They shake their companion from their half-unconscious stupor and they both begin to run. Cursing, Dick grapples after them. Green blood, glowing, super hearing--aliens? What're alien children doing in Bludhaven, though?

"Wait! I'm a hero, I'm trying to help you!" He calls, though he doesn't hold out hope they will.

They don't. Then, they do. But not because they suddenly trust the man in the mask trying to catch up with them. No, they stop because the taller child collapses, folded over their gut and moaning piteously.

The little one shakes them, tries to grab them under their armpits to drag them away, but the little shriek of pain makes them jump back in alarm. Definitely serious injuries.

Dick lands on soft soles, keeping back enough that they won't feel crowded. The little one whirls around, flashing fangs and neon green eyes. She snarls like a wild animal, and it's as hard as it ever is to keep his face comforting and body language open. She braces herself before the older boy, tension in every line of her body. He gets the impression she would rip his throat out with her teeth to protect the one behind her.

He feels a little kinship with her. He'd do the same for his brothers. Not that he knows this is her brother, but they look too similar to not be related.

He stays low, down at eye level for her, and keeps his hands out to his sides. No sudden movements.

"Hello," he says, low and quiet. He's too far for a normal kid to have heard it, but he knows she clocked him from the rooftop. "My name is Nightwing."

Her teeth remain bared, but she doesn't lunge at him when he shuffles a bit closer. Still not in arms' reach.

"Can you understand me?"

Her eyes flicker across his face, then to the alley behind him. He can practically see the calculations running behind her eyes. Weighing him, the situation. She glances back at her brother, keeping him in her peripheral as she does so.

"Your brother looks really hurt," Dick tries. "Let me help you. Two kids shouldn't be running around at night in this city. People aren't always nice here."

Her eyes snap back to him, fury smoldering in them: "No hurt Danny!"

"I don't want to hurt Danny, sweetheart," he assures her. Oracle, in his ear, notes the name and tells him she's running facial recognition on the tikes.

Her eyes narrow. Wow, really good hearing.

"That's my friend, Oracle," Nightwing tells her, his head twitching to indicate the ear the comm is in. "She's worried about you two, just like me. It looks like you need help. Would you let us help you?"

She looks to her brother again, then back to him, then to her brother. The brother's face is pale and sweaty. He's shivering against the concrete. Still, Dick doesn't move. He can't risk hurting the girl trying to help the boy.

"Your friend there looks like he's really hurt, honey," Dick tries. "He needs to see a doctor."

"NO!" She screams, and Dick's comm screams a warped echo with her. He yanks it out of his ear. It sparks and dies. Shit. "NO DOCTOR! DOCTOR HURT DANNY!"

Fuck.

Dick drops the busted comm into a hidden pocket. Oracle would know where he was and send backup.

"Okay, that's... okay, honey. No doctors, then. I can do some first aid. But you'll have to come with me; it's too dirty here to clean wounds."

Triage first. They'd get them to a professional later, but they needed to stop the bleeding now.

The girl considers this, eyes riveted to her brother. He looks bad. He can see her wavering.

"You help Danny," she decides finally. She turns to him and fixes him with the most intense stare he's ever seen. "You hurt, you die."

Dick shudders. Somehow, he believes her.

"Okay," he agrees.

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Danny Phantom, who as far as the Justice League knew was a normal ghost, was presenting a pointpoint in front of the rest of the League. The presentation says, "Why I should be allowed to bite criminals: 1, because I am not human and cannot catch any of your filthy human diseases. 2, because it would allow us to compile DNA samples from the criminals of the world to compare with during crime scene investigation. 3, Fuck you."

[papiliomame]

Dannymay Day 8: Lost

Just a little concept demo for today: lost in the "impossible structure" -part of the ghost zone.

Orginally, I planned to do this with M.C. Escher's " Relativity", but something this complex would take much more time than a day. I opted with something smaller instead, the " Penrose Steps" in 3d. Here is what it looks like with a perspective camera( with different colors, to see it better):

[bee-a-garbage-shipper]

DC x DP Fic Rec List

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A Little Overshadowing Never Hurt Anyone By Playedcrowd5610 [WIP]

This day was just getting worse and worse for Danny. First, he gets dragged to Gotham City with his parents for some 'ghost hunting' convention, and then on his first flight out, he gets captured! Now he's stuck in a Fenton Tech Containment device in some strange cave filled with cars, computers, and for some reason... A dinosaur? He has no idea what to do or how he will escape... Jazz is gonna kill him. The Bats have been having a hard time recently. For the last few weeks, glowing green creatures from all over had been flocking toward Gotham City. Now Tim was staring at the first ghost they had been able to capture and interrogate. He had glowing green eyes and bright white hair. And he… He just possessed Tim, didn't he? Or... Danny gets kidnapped by the Batfam and seeks a way out, a little overshadowing never hurt anyone, right?

Bus To Nowhere By foldingfacets [WIP]

Is it running from your problems if your problems consider you to be a dead imprint of consciousness that killed their son? Yes, but Danny tries not to think about how his nightmares of his parents trying to kill him came true when they found out he was Phantom. After being on the run from his parents and the government for a couple of months, moving from town to town, Danny ends up in Gotham City and decides to risk staying in Batman's territory. He'd take the wrath of Batman over live vivisection via beloved parents or being studied and torn apart by the government. Besides, he's not a meta. Being dead is a medical condition.

If You Give a Bat a Burger By Cielle_Noire [WIP]

Strange things are going on in Gotham: A series of crimes linked only by a sentence uttered. A drug that no one seems to be selling, but lots of people are taking. An old enemy reborn, or someone pretending to be him. Graffiti that can't be photographed by normal means. Bartenders disappearing without a trace. John Constantine is also there. Danny wants nothing to do with any of it. He just wants to sell burgers and survive. Actually, he'd like to go home again, but since that isn't possible, he'll stick with burgers. Gotham's vigilante's have other plans. This is why Danny doesn't do favors.

To Whom It May Concern By Sagoberattare [WIP]

When Danny and Jazz finds out they are clones, they did not process that like a normal person. No, they decided that since they could magically write to them that they'd use their "bio-parents" to vent their frustrations and maybe mess with them a little bit (hey, you try and find a healthier method to finding out one day you were cloned by a pair of mad scientist who decided to raise you). Danny figured he could rant and rave without freaking anyone out. Jazz thought it be a good way air out grievances and bitterness at a audience that wouldn't care. Two birds with one stone if you will. Unfortunately most of the "adventures" they write about are horrifying. Cue several very concerned people desperately scrambling to find their dumb (possibly meta and or undead) children and rescue them. Inspired by this prompt

My Superpower Is Being A Single Dad By QueenOfTheQuill [WIP]

What is Jason supposed to do when presented with multiple superpowered toddlers locked in an unethical government experimentation facility: not adopt them??? AKA not only is Danny de-aged to toddlerdom, so are his sister, his clone, his evil future self and half his class. Who are all liminal enough to have access to ghostly abilities. Time to make this Gotham's problem. AKA Jason doesn't so much fall into single fatherhood as he is violently catapulted.

Death Defying [Dick x Danny]

Holding Me Now in Hand By DisillusionedDanny [Complete]

After Tim Drake tells his family about his new insane chemistry teacher, Dick Grayson decides to do some investigation himself. What he wasn't expecting was to instantly fall in love with the chaotic science teacher. Danny had managed to make a new life for himself in this new dimension as a science teacher at Gotham Academy. He had a fulfilling life, teaching the kids of Gotham how to survive on the streets and then at night protecting the bats who roamed the streets. Now, to make things even better, he had somehow caught the attention of Dick Grayson. If Danny had to be honest, his life was going pretty great for him. Now he just needed the other shoe to drop.

Falling For You, Again And Again (Adventures In Getting Kidnapped And Meeting Your Soulmate) By ziazippy5379 [WIP]

Danny gets dragged to some event in Gotham and meets his soulmate. The first meeting goes great. The rest of the night not so much.

I’m Falling For You (Now We’re Both Falling) By ziazippy5379 and Milaley [WIP]

Danny Fenton is just your average big city paramedic living in one of the most dangerous cities there is: Gotham. Or is he? What most people don't know is he is a retired superhero from the small town of Amity Park known as Phantom. After the burn out that comes from being a lone teenage hero and a difficult reveal to his parents he decides he needs to get away. And what better city than Gotham for a man who loves to help in medical crises. Dick Grayson: detective by day, superhero by night. Well that's what he was until the reality of working for the Bludhaven police department set in and his depression took over. Now he's quit his day job and works for his adoptive father's charitable organization. But that doesn't stop him from continuing his superhero work as the one and only Nightwing. But when these two soulmates meet on a rooftop at night and their timers run out, happily ever after isn’t as easily achieved as one might think.

Dead On Main [Jason x Danny]

Like Betta Fish Do By PaperPuffin [Complete]

Danny had ended up trespassing in Jason's haunt. He didn't mean to. Total accident, he swears. (He blames Johnny.) So he bought the other halfa a basket of bathbombs and chocolate as a 'sorry, please don't disembowel me' gift. It was the proper thing to do, alright? Everything was going to be just fine. Then things got a little out of hand.

Half-Lives By Turnipberry [WIP]

Something is wrong with Jason Todd. That's not new. Someone having answers about why... that might be. Someone maybe being able to help... that definitely was. Danny just hopes its not to late.

Danny Fenton: Dead and Loving It By HyperKid [WIP]

Danny and Jason meet by chance in a graveyard on Christmas Eve over a certain someone’s grave. Neither expect to ever see the other again, until they run into each other at a coffee shop less than a week later. And once they’re both thinking clearly, there’s obviously something wrong. Between working out what to tell their families, what’s actually going on, and just… well, being happy pains in the ass and proud of it, it turns out Team Batfam and Team Phantom all over are a match made in Heaven. Now all they have to do is persuade Bruce that Jason having new friends hasn’t hailed the apocalypse.

Rooftop Express By EmeraldsAndAmethyst [WIP]

Danny Fenton just wants to help his big sister be comfortable in Gotham. But he is getting so done with not being able to fly around freely. Danny tries to do things on the up and up but just progressively accidentally starts looking more and more like a new rogue trying to get set up. His parents must be retired super villains, which might not mean anything. But the rest of the evidence isn't very promising. And then he finds a half-ghost no one knew anything about. Befriending him in the suit instead of out isn't helping his 'definitely not a super villain' case in the slightest.

Dead Tired [Danny x Tim]

Wanted: Dead and Alive By Astereae [Complete]

"Hey, I do I... Do I know you?" Danny asks, a hand coming up to brush something off Tim’s cheek. "No," Tim says. "We haven’t met." "Oh, no, I do." Danny says, and he smiles, teeth white and sharp. "You’re that guy who rearranged my guts!" Rearranged his- Tim glances at the knotted scars on the boy’s abdomen. He can see the shine and shadow of haphazard stitches that weren’t meant to hold forever, that tore and healed over. His- This- "WHAT!?" Nightwing shouts, equal parts confused and delighted. Tim’s fucked. OR Danny Fenton's been in GIW captivity for 4 months. Tim Drake gets kidnapped by the GIW one Tuesday evening in May. Considering how many of the Bats and the Birds have died and come back to life, it was only a matter of time for some people interested in the afterlife to come poking around. The detectives can't seem to uncover any information about the mysterious white vans, however. And they keep losing the mysterious boy who seems to be the one person in Gotham to know anything at all.

Better Halves (And Other Such Falsehoods) By Astereae [WIP]

Danny’s looking at him like he’s crazy. His hair’s dried up into a mess of waves, and there’s some tomato seeds on the corner of his mouth. “You just bailed me out of jail. And you think this is a good idea?” “I don’t have bad ideas, Fenton. And like you’ve just said, I have collateral on you.” “So you’re blackmailing me into pretending to date you?” Tim shrugs. “Or you could just sign the NDA.” OR Danny's trying to recover all the shards to an entity's chalice so that it'll stop destroying the zone while tensions rise amongst his subjects- and trying to finish high school. Tim's juggling his case load, his work as CEO, and does not have time to be embroiled in a sex scandal right now. If that means he has to pretend to date a very suspicious heir to a rival company, then so be it. It's a mutually beneficial relationship. So what if Tim's becoming a little too intrigued by the illusive, powerful Phantom? So what if Danny can't stand the Justice League for leaving him to deal with all of Amity's problems when he was just 14? That's a superhero thing. And their fake boyfriend has no clue that they're a superhero.

The Price Of Peace By JoyLess_NightSky [WIP]

The Juistria League - the alliance of the major countries of the continent Juisitria - has long since stood for peace. Unfortunately there is one country that is a thorn in their side whenever they try to solidify that peace: The Infinite Lands, a country of barbarians to the north where the only reason they survive is the magic in the air. Where the magic is so strong that even children develop a talent, which they themselves call "the blessings of the dragons". The country that, last time the Juistria League had tried to negotiate, had waged a war more brutal then anything seen before on them, for over a decade - right until the moment a rebellion caged him. Not long ago, his murderer took the title. And now, that very same newly crowned High Chief demands negotiations of them. Bruce would rather die, would rather see Gotham and all of Juistria in flames than to allow that man to take one of his children. Tim, however, makes another decision before he could say that. Now, everyone has to hope Phantom will be happy with the boy. Meanwhile Danny is just too stunned that they actually agreed to that to do anything about the sudden engagement.

Who You Gonna Call? By jaemyun [WIP]

In freshman year of high school, Danny pulled away from his friends without explanation. At sixteen, he disappeared. Sam and Tucker presumed him dead. His parents insisted he was taken by ghosts. As young adults, they run into him in Gotham, of all places. It's a stroke of luck that brings their best friend back to them. If only it was that easy for the Bats to find the god damn engineer that's been running circles around them while they try to track him down. Tim's not sure what he'll do first when he finally finds the brilliant bastard - kiss him or punch his teeth in.

Better Off Dead By DisillusionedDanny [WIP]

Tim wakes up to find himself as a ghost in the Infinite Realms after a battle that went wrong, or maybe right. Now with the help of a ghost named Danny, Tim learns that death is not always the end and that maybe he was made to be a ghost.

Tim Drake's I.E.F. (Invisible Eldritch Friend) By Half_Dead_Ham [WIP]

The last thing Danny expected while haunting his new favorite pastime while bored (read: homeless) was to find out his secret identity. It was cool though, and he helped the dude get through the days easier now. He expected even less, though, to be caught rooting around in his fridge by their butler. The last thing Tim expected while getting stalked was to get used to the unseen creature and how they started taking care of him. He expected even less for them to be the same age

Jason x Danny x Tim

I'd Die (Again) For Y'All By GroundedGryphon [WIP]

Six years after he died, Danny Phantom is captured by the Justice League and expects to be handed over to the GIW. Five years after Phantom appeared, the Justice League still doesn't know if he's a villain or a hero and just want to talk with him. Two years after Jason Todd's return, Red Hood and Red Robin finally find a reason to work together. One year after she last heard from her brother, Jazz learns he's being held by the Justice League. Right now, Martian Manhunter has a splitting headache and all hell is about to break loose.

[ri-afan]

Anyone got a story where Amity Park becomes independent without the rest of the USA noticing until some hero stumbles upon (or crash lands in) it?

[ectopuppy]

@wanologic asked for: trio halloween costumes!

its only the boys cause i ran outta steam but heres themmm <3

dannys very tired

[playedcrowd5610]

Steve, Roddie, and C-27 - Danny Phantom x Transformers

Summary: Danny runs into some injured Vehicons and they don't know what to make of this strange human with zero life-preservation skills and a knack for medical assistance. (Aka Steve the Vehicon finally makes an appearance, and a few of his friends too)

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Notes

Set in a series where Danny finds Starscream one day and decides to start haunting the Decepticons. That's basically all the context you need but if you want more here is the rest of the series:

Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost Or Tumblr Master List

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Danny knew he should have been more careful… He had gotten so good at managing to avoid Megatron that he had become careless when it came to watching out for other mechs, which is what led him to the situation he was in now. Knockout had sent him to retrieve some tech from one of the old storage rooms and he found himself standing in front of three mid-conversation Vehicons.

The moment they noticed the door shift, their visors all snapped toward Danny, and for a beat, no one moved. Danny chuckled awkwardly and tried to step back out. “My bad; I didn’t know it was occupied.” 

Then, one of the Vehicons –the one in the middle– snapped out of his stupor, transforming his servo into an energon blaster with a sharp, mechanical whine of energy, and aiming directly at Danny. The others followed suit, their servos transforming in unison. 

“Unauthorized visitors are not permitted. Don’t move, intruder.” The Con in the middle commanded.

Danny raised his hands slowly. Great. He wasn’t supposed to run into these guys. Of course, they would report back to Megatron, probably show him their visor footage, and Danny would have to up his hiding tenfold — maybe even leave the ship altogether. 

But maybe… he could talk with them. One of them stepped closer to Danny, reaching out to try and grab him. As he stepped, Danny noticed a slight limp. Danny quickly switched languages, closing his eyes as he leaned back away from the taloned servo. "I’m not here to cause trouble." He called out in Cybertronian.

The Vehicon reaching for him froze mid-action, and the other two behind him lowered their blasters slightly in shock. Confusion emanated through their EM fields. “What...?” The one furthest in the back muttered in Cybertronian, his visor brightening with a tilt of his helm.

The Vehicons exchanged glances, clearly very confused as to how: 1) a human got on the ship, 2) how the human spoke Cybertronian, and 3), why the human wasn’t scared of them. As Danny’s gaze swept over them, he noticed a large crack across one of their visors and a deep scorch mark across another’s shoulder plate. His eyes again settled on the one closest to him, with the limp.

Danny frowned, lowering his hands. "You're injured." Danny stepped another step closer to the Con directly in front of him who, to his surprise, shifted back away from Danny. The movement only served to make the injured knee groan under the pressure, causing the Drone’s EM field to flicker with pain. "Let me take a look."

All of them, too confused to shoot Danny or capture him, just stared. Eventually, the one with the damaged visor shifted uncomfortably. “You’re human… How would you fix that?”

Danny smirked slightly. "I’m full of surprises."

The Vehicons’ EM fields were now buzzing with uncertainty, more than likely never having encountered a random human on the ship before, maybe never even met one before (Danny didn’t know). The one directly in front of Danny, with the damaged knee joint, took another step back, unsure what to make of the human who had so casually walked into their midst.

The third con –shoulder guy– seemed the most hesitant and put off out of the three of them, keeping his blaster held strong. “You shouldn’t be on the Nemesis. We should take you to Lord Megatron.” The con switched back to English. The visor guy looked back at his –friend? Coworker?– and took his attention away from Danny.

Danny shrugged nonchalantly, the corner of his mouth quirking up in amusement. "I don’t think there’s a need for that," he replied, switching back to English as well. "I just want to help. Besides," he added with a glance at the first Vehicon's leg, "You’re not in any shape to catch me anyway."

"There are three of us and one of you, human. We are more than capable of capturing you." Shoulder guy said, an edge of annoyance in his voice.

“Yet you haven’t. So where’s the harm in letting me try and fix it.” Danny moved forward slowly, until he was directly in front of the first Vehicon’s knee, carefully inspecting the area where the metal was twisted and cracked, likely from a hard fall in battle. "This looks pretty painful," Danny muttered thoughtfully, running his fingers over the dented plating.

The Vehicon flinched but didn’t pull away. “You shouldn’t—"

“Relax,” Danny cut him off, smiling up at him. “I’ve been in the medbay plenty of times. I’ve helped Knockout fix worse. You’ll be back on your pedes in no time.” 

The other two Vehicons behind him watched, utterly perplexed. Their servos were still transformed into weapons, but they weren’t aimed at him anymore. Cracked visor tilted his helm. “Why aren’t you afraid of us? Any other humans we have come across have run away screaming. You show no fear at our weapons.”

Danny's smirk widened as he urged the Vehicon in front of him to sit down with hand motions and a gentle push, and the Con obliged, sitting up with his back against one of the larger crates. “Trust me, I’ve seen scarier things than a few giant robots with blasters.” 

Danny looked over the injury. Some of the metal had been bent in the wrong direction, pushing it into the knee joint rather than encasing it, which made a very awkward bend that would only get worse with time. Danny knew he could just fix it with his powers in a moment, easily bending the metal back into place without needing a welder. Speaking of welders. “Why haven’t you guys gone to the medbay? Surely Knockout could fix these quickly.” 

Kneejoint’s shoulders sagged. And then Danny sensed a change of bitterness bleeding into Shoulder-Con’s EM field, and the other two looked over at him before he spoke up. “These are minor injuries. Our repair nanites will help to heal us over time. Lord Megatron does not wish to waste medical resources on Drones unless we are in critical condition.”

The other two looked back to Danny with a nod, affirming what their friend said. Danny threw his hands to the side in outrage. “That's not fair! So you guys just have to live in agony because you’re not actively dying?”

The Cons seemed shocked that Danny cared. Kneejoint tilted his helm inquisitively at the human’s reaction. “It's how it works; we can’t waste unnecessary resources. In addition, there are hundreds of Vehicons. If everyone went to the medbay with every minor injury from an Autobot attack then the medbay would be flooded non-stop.”

Danny bit his lip. “That… really sucks for you guys.” He crossed his arms. “Well, luckily, you have me! I know quite a few things now after watching Knockout work! So if you guys ever need any small repairs, you have me. You can tell your friends, too.” Danny smiled up at them.

Cracked visor seemed to be in disbelief. “Are you serious?”

Danny nodded, “Definitely.” He then decided that maybe he should use his powers after all. Maybe just a little bit. It's not like he was hiding them too much anyway. Starscream already knew. Soundwave probably knew. And Knockout and Breakdown likely thought he was invincible at this point. But these guys needed him. It's not like he could use Knockout’s Cybertronian-sized tools. 

Danny looked up at Kneejoint. “Hold still.” He told him. Then he reached his hands into the joint, causing the Con to almost jerk back, but he fought himself, staying completely still. Danny pulled some ecto energy into his hands and pulled at the piece of metal that had been jabbing underneath his knee plate, gently forming it back into place. 

The Vehicons must have noticed the green glow coming from his hands because confused EM fields filled the room. “How are you doing that?” The Con he was working on asked.

Danny just chuckled, focusing on forming the last bit of the joint into place. “Like I said, I’m full of surprises.” He stood up, patting the now-stabilized knee with a satisfied smile. “You should be able to walk on that now. Just don’t put too much pressure on it until it’s fully repaired by your nanites.”

Visor Con walked over, transforming his blaster back into a servo, and helped lift his friend, hooking an arm under his shoulder blades to help support him. Kneejoint tentatively shifted his weight on his pedes. He took a cautious step, and though there was still a limp, it wasn’t nearly as pronounced. “I don’t understand,” he muttered, tilting his helm in Danny’s direction inquisitively. "Why are you helping us?"

Danny just shrugged again, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. "Why not? You’re hurt. I can help. Easy choice." 

Danny nodded, looking up to the Con’s friend who was supporting him. “That visor of yours could use some work too. Let me take a look.” The Vehicon instinctively stepped back, just staring at Danny as he stood in front of him, barely coming up to the Con’s knee. Danny and the Con waited, staring at each other for a good long moment before Danny sighed. “I can’t take a look at it when it's all the way up there.” Danny made grabby hands towards the Con towering over him.

The Con seemed to snap out of his stupor as he hesitantly reached down, letting Danny climb onto his servo. Danny was raised to the mech’s helm and he grabbed onto it with both hands, examining the cracked surface. His fingers brushed lightly over the damage. Danny pulled some ecto energy into his fingers again but paused when the Vehicon froze, unsure whether to back away or let Danny continue. His EM field was buzzing with confusion and unease with that strange light so close to his optics.

“Steve, you’re seriously just going to let the human touch your visor?” Shoulder-Vehicon asked incredulously, though even he sounded more baffled than angry.

Danny chuckled — he hadn’t expected the name Steve for one of Megatron’s murder drones. “You guys act like I’m doing brain surgery here. It’s just a crack.” There wasn’t too much Danny could do about a crack compared to the work he did on Kneejoint’s — well, knee joint, but he could still help the nanite process along and seal the crack before any excess moisture could get in. 

He focused his energy on slightly, melting the glass, or whatever material these guys’ visors were made out of, and sealing it with a slightly raised edge. He leaned back, hands on either side of the Con’s helm, admiring his handiwork. "There, all set. At least for now. I’ll have to come and take a look at it in a couple days."

The Vehicon –Steve– stared at Danny, utterly bewildered. 

Danny then jumped off the con’s servo and landed on one of the crates to get closer to the last Vehicon, the one with the damaged shoulder. They all jolted at the height from which Danny jumped, but when they concluded Danny was fine, they eased up. 

Danny started trying to inspect the injury but the Con turned away, crossing his servos over his chest, one of them still transformed into a blaster. Danny threw his hands to the side. “Oh come on man, you saw I just helped your friends.” 

“I’m fine. I don’t need a human to help patch me up. I’ll get over it. You guys are all ridiculous.” The con turned his helm away like a stubborn child. 

Danny sighed and put his hands into his pockets. “Okay, man. You don’t have to take my help, but I’m still offering it. Maybe I could help with the pain. At least that's better than dealing with it for however many days or weeks until it's healed.” 

Kneejoint perked up, stepping closer. “Come on C-27, the kid’s actually pretty good.” He then shifted his weight on and off the joint again for emphasis. Danny inwardly thought about how the vehicons could go from names like Steve to C-27, but who was he to judge?

C-27 looked like he was about to argue when Steve stepped in. “C, you know Roddie’s right. You’ve been complaining about that blaster shot on your plating for days.” Steve gestured towards C-27’s shoulder. Danny filed the name Roddie away so he would stop calling him Kneejoint. 

Danny waved his ‘magic fingers’ for emphasis when the Con looked down at him. The Con gave a dramatic sigh before turning to his friends. “We should be turning him in to Megatron, not using him to fix up our dings.” 

Roddie spoke up by putting a servo in the air. “He said he works with Knockout, so he must be allowed on the ship.”

“He could be lying.” C-27 spat back.

Danny leaned back on his feet. “Would it help if I said I am Starscream’s pet human?” Danny asked. All three visors snapped to him.

“Commander Starscream… Got a pet human ?” C-27 asked incredulously.

Danny laughed. “You say that like it’s more surprising than Knockout allowing me to work with him in the medbay?” The Con seemed to pause in thought. Danny sighed. “Okay, C-27, how about you just let me look at it? This one time. If you don’t like it then you can blast me or something, I don’t know.” The Con looked hesitant.

Roddie stepped forward and scooped Danny up off the crate, holding him up to his friend. “Come on. Look at him. He wouldn’t be able to hurt us if he tried.” Danny laughed about how wrong that was, but either way, whatever helped helped. “And if commander Starscream brought him on board he must be useful.” 

Danny smiled. “I am adorable.”

The Con seemed to have rolled his optics under his visor. “Fine.” Danny felt Roddie’s EM field flicker in delight before he held Danny up closer to C-27’s injury. He unclasped his servo and allowed Danny to stand upright, and C-27 pulled his arms away from his chassis, finally transforming his blaster back into a servo, and placing them on his hips. 

Danny leaned forward, studying the blaster wound. The crater was about the size of Danny’s head, a deep, jagged pit punched into the dark metal. He could see the faint glint of energon beneath the surface, where circuitry had been torn apart, though it looked like the wound had already started to heal—just slowly. Painfully. 

"Looks like it's mending on its own a bit," Danny muttered, placing both palms against the cool metal. C-27 tensed at the contact, his frame tightening, but he didn’t pull away.

Knockout would have welded some additional plating to the frame, but Danny didn’t have the extra plating or the welder. Danny took a deep breath and phased his hands into the plating. The metal groaned under his hands as he began to carefully pull the dent back into place, slowly smoothing out the damaged area. 

Danny also pulled a bit of his cold ability into what he was doing, helping to numb some of the pain receptors in C-27’s shoulder. Danny stepped back. “There, that should help for now. It will at least make it less painful and faster to heal.” Roddie pulled Danny towards himself as he looked up at his friend.

C-27 rolled his shoulder, looking between it and Danny, contemplating. “It… Hurts less now.”

Danny smiled brightly. “See? Told you.” Roddie gently placed Danny back down on the crate he picked him up from, and finally, Danny remembered that he was supposed to be grabbing a tool for Knockout and had completely gotten sidetracked. 

Danny spotted it pretty quickly and it looked exactly how Knockout described it. Danny ran over and picked it up, large in his human-sized arms. “As much as I would love to stay and chat with you guys more, Knockout needs this and I should bring it to him before he starts to rust.”

Danny started to head towards the same way he came in before turning back to the three vehicons. “Oh yeah… Uh, if you don’t mind. Could we maybe keep my existence out of Megatron’s knowledge? We don’t think he will take too kindly to a human on the ship.”

C-27 tilted his helm. “So Lord Megatron doesn’t know you’re here?” 

Danny chuckled awkwardly and swayed from foot to foot. “Not technically. But everyone else is already in on it. And what he doesn’t know won't hurt him, right?” They all stayed silent for a second. “If he found out he would probably drop me out of the airlock.”

“So Lord Megatron will kill you if he finds you?” Steve asked. “Are you not Starscream’s pet?”

Danny shrugged. “You think that will stop him?”

The Cons seemed to contemplate before Steve and Roddie nodded to Danny. They all then looked up towards C-27, who paused for a bit longer. He then shifted uncomfortably under the stares. “Alright, fine. Whatever, kid. Your secret’s safe with us.” The Vehicon waved him off. 

Danny smiled brightly. “Thanks, guys!” He then started skipping out of the room, calling out behind him, “If you need me, just call.” Suddenly, their HUDs all pinged with Danny’s contact information as the human turned the corner and left.

The three Vehicons stared after him in stunned silence. None of them had the faintest shred of a clue what to make of the human who had just walked in, patched them up, and left without a hint of fear.

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Notes:

I guess Danny is now the certified Vehicon medic, goodness knows they needed one! I tried my best to give each of the vehicons their own distinct personality. And I hope that even without the names for the first half it was still understandable! This chapter underwent a few rewrites before I was happy with it! And now I love my Vehicon babies.

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"I love you" in asshole language <333

Danny loves you all!!! :))

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Disproportionate Retribution One Final Poll: Winner Winner vs Loser Winner

Danny Fenton's (Danny Phantom) Disproportionate Retribution:

"He cheated on a test and as a result his entire family, all his friends, and the one teacher who genuinely cared about him died in a fast food explosion. He was adopted by his greatest enemy, who he convinced to separate the ghost and human halves of himself to try and lessen the pain, which in retrospect feels a lot like a form of assisted suicide for people who are already dead.

His ghost half killed the human half, fused with his enemy's ghost half, and used their combined power to destroy the entire world. His current fate is indefinite imprisonment in a container the size of a soup thermos. Because he cheated on a test."

"Crime: Cheated on an ungraded test

Punishment: LITERALLY ALL OF HIS FAMILY AND FRIENDS ARE KILLED (during a parent teacher meeting at a fast food restaurant?), he's forcibly adopted by his "rival" (aka the adult man who has repeatedly tortured this 14 year old because he wants to kill Danny's dad and marry his mom) only to have his literal humanity ripped out of him- his ghost fuses with his enemy's ghost half, turns evil, and then VIOLENTLY KILLS HUMAN DANNY (and then destroys the entire world)

Sounds excessive? Yeah! Sure, it could just be tragic coincidences so far, but stick with me. We're going to reset the timeline, we can make this better, right???:

TIMELINE 2:

Crime: THOUGHT ABOUT cheating on an UNGRADED test

Punishment: The Master of Time sends ghosts from the future to ASSASSINATE HIM, then is sent to EXECUTE DANNY HIMSELF (BECAUSE CHEATING ON THE TEST IS THE DIRECT CAUSE OF THE END OF THE WORLD APPARENTLY), but then he THROWS DANNY TEN YEARS INTO THE FUTURE OF THE PREVIOUS TIMELINE TO BE FACED WITH HIS ABSOLUTE WORST FEARS MADE REAL: the entire world was ended by HIM, everyone he's ever loved is DEAD, he was told of everything that happened in this timeline including the forcible adoption and his own death at his own ghost's hands, evil future ghost him TORTURES HIM AND TAKES AWAY HIS ONLY MEANS OF GOING HOME, THEN REPLACES HIM AND TRIES TO MURDER HIS FAMILY to ensure the bad future! Meanwhile Danny is being pummeled by the future versions of his rogues gallery because they think he's the evil version that destroyed their afterlives. Anyway he makes it back eventually (after his rival RIPS THE THING TRAPPING HIM OUT OF HIS CHEST WITH A DEVICE THAT COULD KILL HIM) and his family been captured by this impostor wearing his face, and after fighting for his life he finds out he was too late and HAS TO WATCH EVERYONE HE'S EVER LOVED EXPLODE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. Of course then the Master of Time shows up, says it was all a lesson, then resets the timeline to before the test again, leaving Danny with all the memories of what happened to traumatize him into confessing he willingly "stole" the test answers (which he didn't even do, they ended up in his possession due to an accident that only happened BECAUSE HE WAS DEFENDING HIMSELF FROM ONE OF THE FUTURE GHOSTS SENT TO KILL HIM) because he was fully intending to cheat on the test (again, false- his friends accuse and berate him for planning to cheat before he even considered it, which he later only thought about seemingly because he was already being treated as a criminal and he had no time to study since he was busy DEFENDING HIMSELF FROM GHOSTS SENT TO KILL HIM SUPPOSEDLY TO PREVENT THIS SITUATION), because of course that's a proportionate response

Why it's over the top: In what world is physical and psychological torture, kidnapping, repeated attempted murder, permanently traumatizing a child, making them absolutely terrified of themself and setting them up to be their own worst fear, and MORE a reasonable response to ANYTHING, much less a 14 year old kid (who just wants to keep people safe) accidentally acquiring the answer key to an ungraded test?!"

C!Tommyinnit's (DSMP) Disproportionate Retribution:

"Crime: Property Damage/Griefing/disorderly conduct

Punishment: Exile, isolation, psychological torture

Out of proportion: that was some small time crime with war crime consequences"

[charlietheepicwriter7]

"Danny and Damian are twins AU" with a sprinkle of "Danny has amnesia of his time with the League" and a shake of "Dani and Dan in a clone body act like Danny's siblings" to make:

Vlad invites the Fenton children to a gala in Gotham and is paying them each to make him look like a good godfather ("But you're not" Danny protests, to which Vlad responds, "Yes, but they don't care, Daniel, people only bring children to these events to show off and then shove them back wherever they came from for the rest of the year. Just don't embarrass me and no one will care.")

Damian recognizes Danny as his (probably dead) twin brother and approaches, only for Danny to not recognize him leading to:

Danny: It's nice to meet you! I'm Danny Fenton, and this is my twin brother, Damian. Dan, who does NOT have amnesia and hates Damian, but chose his name as his offical name just to mess with him: >:D

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|| CLOSED || Danny & Jon ||

@wastelandsrecede

Danny was tired, using his power to open a portal into the realms tended to do that though. He didn't have much of a choice though, he'd had to get the supply of Ecto that Frostbite had for him the day before. At least he could get a full nights sleep away from Amity and the constant ghost's that bothered him there. Would be better if Jazz hadn't made him enroll in school.

Now he was sitting in the corner of the lunch room, hunched over his phone as he texted Tucker and Sam about probably the only town to exist that was more out of the way than Amity. When he felt eyes on him, something that he was very much trying to avoid, he looked up. He didn't hide the fact that he knew the other was staring, looking him straight in the eyes in hopes that he would get embarrassed and look away.

[blackforestbride]

reblog this post with as much of Danny Fenton's powers you can remember

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 77

So. This was going to be a problem. Danny felt like he was going to scream, even as Dan laughed at their misfortune. Give a tour of some of the Ghost Zone. Fine. Was going well even! They’d even found some sort of dino-ghost zone that his parents were really excited about!

Running away from a ghost t-rex, not fine! Really not fine! The speeder breaking? Super duper not fine! And then a natural portal had opened while they were fleeing! Extra duper not fine! This was supposed to be a quick weekend hangout thing Sam! 

And now they’re dinosaurs, and no he’s not angry because he’s tiny, shut up Ellie! Tucker don’t encourage her! There has to be some way back home… maybe… hopefully… He’s never going to go on another trip like that again.

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|| OPEN || Dan & ??? ||

“I don't even know who I am anymore.”

[musedriven]

@nerdynanny said // [ 🎼 ] + Darren/Danny or Darius/Dan (the edgelords)

Under the Circus Lights -- Owl City

I'm Yours -- Jason Mraz

Count On Me -- Bruno Mars

Go to War -- Nothing More

7 Years -- Lukas Graham

Clarity -- Zedd ft. Foxes

Toxic -- Britney Spears

If I Killed Someone For You -- Alec Benjamin

[versias]

The little girl’s eyes never leave his hands for long. She takes in the whole apartment—threadbare carpet with very little furniture, it’s a safe house not a lounge—and watches every exit, but for the most part, whenever he looks at her, she is staring at him. The anger in her eyes practically dares him to make one wrong move. She’s fidgeting in place, clearly unused to sitting still so long.

But she won’t leave his side.

Danny is… it’s not great. Dick knows Danny needs a doctor, not a field medic. Danny needs a hospital and machines that can take over vital functions while his poor body rests. While someone stitches his chest back together layer by layer. He won’t press though. When he said Danny really needed a professional, the girl had put a hand on her brother and threatened to leave.

He can’t let her leave, not like this. He’s not even sure how the kid is still alive with what looks like most of his organs torn to shreds. The insides glow green but they are remarkably human. Oracle is back in his ear with a new comm, and Alfred and Bruce are in the background relaying instructions for how to put Humpty Dumpty back together. Red Robin is on his way from Gotham, but is instructed to remain outside. Keep guard.

Watch for men in white, she tells them. She doesn’t elaborate. That could be a lot of things. Doctors, scientists, hazmat suits, all of them equally alarming.

Her white hair flows around her head and her eyes glow green. She is tensed like a shot, safety off.

Danny’s white hair glows, but the strands lay limply against his scalp. His skin is clammy and cold, cold enough that Dick is worried about hypothermia until the little girl tells him he is supposed to be cold. In fact, he’s too warm. That did make sense, if he was running a fever. It would be a miracle if there wasn’t foreign bacteria running rampant everywhere inside his open wounds.

Dick closes holes where he can. He can’t use thread, because it will apparently melt on contact with his corrosive blood. She approves tape, of all things.

Dick is literally trying to piece a kid together with tape. He’d laugh at the absurdity if he was not wrist deep in gore. He believed her of course, but he sees the gloves beginning to breakdown after the first hour. He has had to switch gloves three times. (He’ll need to switch six more before he’s done.)

He had to trust the kids knew their anatomy.

“Insides don’ matter,” the kid says suddenly, her consonants a little soft as she struggles to pronounce words the way she wants. He can’t tell if it’s the dexterity she lacks or if the language is unfamiliar to her. “It’s all… fluff.”

“Fluff?” He asks, incredulous.

“It’s important for some stuff,” she admits, “but won’t die if broken. Will die if he bleeds out.”

Okay, okay. So the blood was the important part.

“I don’t suppose he can take a transfusion?” Dick said without hope. “Can we give him human blood?”

She shakes her head. “Gotta be mine, or his. Ours.”

That tracked. Not every alien species was compatible with humans. It was already weird that so many were.

“Already gave too much,” she muttered.

Dick didn’t let her know he’d heard, but his heartbeat kicked up a notch. She’d given him a transfusion? In the lab, against their will? Or on the run, on her own? How much blood had she lost? Shit.

He bit his lip. Shit.

He couldn’t do this. Two kids were literally putting their lives in his hands. He was going to mess up. He was going to get them killed. Just like everyone else.

Breathe, Dick told himself. You’re no good to anyone if you fall apart. Danny needs you. Little Sister needs you. Break later, fix now.

A cold hand pressed against his arm. The little girl stared solemnly into his eyes. He felt a wave of calm settle over him. He recognized the feeling of some kind of telepathy or empathetic influence, but he let it bring his pulse down. She didn’t want him freaking out while fixing her brother. It was fine.

He was fine with this.

“Help.” She commanded. He nodded. He willed it to be true.

“M’Dani.”

“Huh?”

“My name is Dani. With an I.”

Dick blinked, then catches on. “And he’s Danny, with a Y?”

She smiled, small but with the shadow of something devious. A small moment of levity she was consciously offering.

Dick nodded again. She was trusting him. He wouldn’t let her down. He couldn’t.

de-aged!Danny & Dani, dp x dc

Dick loves interacting with kids, but he doesn't always love doing it as Nightwing. When Nightwing comes across a child, it's not usually a pretty scene. They're scared or hurt or worse, and he has to bite down his horror and rage to reassure them--yes I am a hero, yes I'm going to help you. Hold on, just hold on.

Those are always the hardest cases. The hardest nights.

He spies a flash of pale light and stops to get a better look, only to see two children stumbling along together through a dark and dirty alleyway. The taller one is leaning heavily on the shorter one. One is dressed in a hospital gown that had seen better days. It was caked in mud and some kind of green substance. The same substance that dripped in their wake, he realized, spying the glowing green puddles.

Blood, he thinks. It's green, searing green like kryptonite or cartoon acid (or Lazarus Water), but it drips like blood. Both of the children glow faintly in the night, from their white hair to their pale skin. Dick taps his comm and murmurs a request for Oracle to send an ambulance his way.

The littler one snaps her head up so fast Dick flinches. They shake their companion from their half-unconscious stupor and they both begin to run. Cursing, Dick grapples after them. Green blood, glowing, super hearing--aliens? What're alien children doing in Bludhaven, though?

"Wait! I'm a hero, I'm trying to help you!" He calls, though he doesn't hold out hope they will.

They don't. Then, they do. But not because they suddenly trust the man in the mask trying to catch up with them. No, they stop because the taller child collapses, folded over their gut and moaning piteously.

The little one shakes them, tries to grab them under their armpits to drag them away, but the little shriek of pain makes them jump back in alarm. Definitely serious injuries.

Dick lands on soft soles, keeping back enough that they won't feel crowded. The little one whirls around, flashing fangs and neon green eyes. She snarls like a wild animal, and it's as hard as it ever is to keep his face comforting and body language open. She braces herself before the older boy, tension in every line of her body. He gets the impression she would rip his throat out with her teeth to protect the one behind her.

He feels a little kinship with her. He'd do the same for his brothers. Not that he knows this is her brother, but they look too similar to not be related.

He stays low, down at eye level for her, and keeps his hands out to his sides. No sudden movements.

"Hello," he says, low and quiet. He's too far for a normal kid to have heard it, but he knows she clocked him from the rooftop. "My name is Nightwing."

Her teeth remain bared, but she doesn't lunge at him when he shuffles a bit closer. Still not in arms' reach.

"Can you understand me?"

Her eyes flicker across his face, then to the alley behind him. He can practically see the calculations running behind her eyes. Weighing him, the situation. She glances back at her brother, keeping him in her peripheral as she does so.

"Your brother looks really hurt," Dick tries. "Let me help you. Two kids shouldn't be running around at night in this city. People aren't always nice here."

Her eyes snap back to him, fury smoldering in them: "No hurt Danny!"

"I don't want to hurt Danny, sweetheart," he assures her. Oracle, in his ear, notes the name and tells him she's running facial recognition on the tikes.

Her eyes narrow. Wow, really good hearing.

"That's my friend, Oracle," Nightwing tells her, his head twitching to indicate the ear the comm is in. "She's worried about you two, just like me. It looks like you need help. Would you let us help you?"

She looks to her brother again, then back to him, then to her brother. The brother's face is pale and sweaty. He's shivering against the concrete. Still, Dick doesn't move. He can't risk hurting the girl trying to help the boy.

"Your friend there looks like he's really hurt, honey," Dick tries. "He needs to see a doctor."

"NO!" She screams, and Dick's comm screams a warped echo with her. He yanks it out of his ear. It sparks and dies. Shit. "NO DOCTOR! DOCTOR HURT DANNY!"

Fuck.

Dick drops the busted comm into a hidden pocket. Oracle would know where he was and send backup.

"Okay, that's... okay, honey. No doctors, then. I can do some first aid. But you'll have to come with me; it's too dirty here to clean wounds."

Triage first. They'd get them to a professional later, but they needed to stop the bleeding now.

The girl considers this, eyes riveted to her brother. He looks bad. He can see her wavering.

"You help Danny," she decides finally. She turns to him and fixes him with the most intense stare he's ever seen. "You hurt, you die."

Dick shudders. Somehow, he believes her.

"Okay," he agrees.