#danny experiencing some ghost shit

[spookberry]

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Henchmen for Hire

AKA "Danny is employed as one of the Rogue's henchmen and he's doing so well at being discrete, none of the Bats even know he's committing crime! (They absolutely know.)" prompt idea!!

Y'know what would make this funnier?? Is if Selina Kyle, Catwoman and hoarder of strays, immediately Work Mom'd this kid.

Imagine Danny gets dumped into Gotham by himself. Except there's, like, no ectoplasm - not nearly enough to sustain his Ghost. So, his Ghost form slowly peters out and he's left penniless and powerless on the streets of Gotham. Obviously, the next step would be to find money. But how?? He can't go invisible, intangible, or Full Ghost to help him out here. And there aren't a lot of stand-up places that hire kids younger than 13, so ultimately he's forced to apply for henchmen positions. He doesn't actually find Catwoman's ad. No, she hears through the grapevine that this actual child is applying to be a drug runner for the Penguin or - oh, shit, the Joker??

Absolutely not. Selina is no saint, but she's not going to let another kid be beaten to death by the Joker. Maybe she talks to Harley and finds out where the kid's going, or maybe she just puts in an ad and hires him on the spot. To be honest, she doesn't really expect to particularly like the kid - she'll have him pick up her coffee or something, pay him at the end of the day (standard henchmen pay periods since it's likely they won't live through the end of the week), and clear her conscience.

Except Danny is a little shit.

Danny, for his part, doesn't necessarily want to be a henchman but he figured it'd be more than getting some lady's coffee, right? He imagined an evil man twirling his extra long mustache and smoking a cigar, or mobsters hunched over a gambling table grunting about... playing cards or something, he doesn't know. Instead Danny's told to pick up Catwoman's dry-cleaning. It's almost an insult when he knows she's planning a heist that includes stealing several very expensive items from a museum during an evening showing. Without him, her only henchman!! (So what if he snooped in her office? It's not like it's ghost-proof; she should've expected Bad Behavior from the Very Bad Criminal in her house.)

Selina finds out very quickly that Danny is akin to a rambunctious kitten chewing through her phone charger cable and clawing at her favorite muslin blanket (the one Bruce gifted her from one of their dates). And she's so exasperated that she agrees he can be involved. But only as a distraction and he's told that he needs to scram once the police come because she's not bailing him out of juvie if he gets caught. (She wouldn't, but she could make Bruce do it. Her lover would take one look at Danny's watery doe eyes and cave like he's already experiencing Empty Nest Syndrome.)

So, Catwoman and her littlest henchman plan to rob the Gotham Museum. She buys him a cat-themed facemask (in case things get sticky and he needs a quick anonymous getaway) like ones from Party City, it has little ears poking out from the top and it's adorable. And then it's go time.

Danny's role is to distract the crowd by pretending to be a lost kid and distract Batman if he shows up. Selina will take care of the rest - disarming the alarms, timing the museum workers' shifts, bribing the West Entry security guard, frame-freezing the surveillance cameras, smuggling in the forgery and smuggling out the original, and - well. It'll be nice not to deal with the Big Bat if he shows up, but Selina is used to doing this on her own.

She should've expected that Danny doesn't do what's expected.

Because Danny does his part as the crying, screaming child whose mother is lost amongst the chaos once the museum's power shuts off. He distracts the guards easily. Selina hides away the art, replaces the forgery on the wall, and goes to find her little stray. And Danny is clinging hysterically to The Batman, refusing to be pried off by security guards and museum workers. He's straight up sobbing. Talking about how he loves Batman and Robin, his family is dead, he wants to be Robin, did you know you should be able to see Ursa Major from Gotham but you can't because of the smog, do you think Poison Ivy can just make a lot of trees to unpolluted the air, Nightwing is his favorite superhero, do you think he'll sign an autograph-.

It's astounding how fast that kid can speak while also smearing green snot onto Batman's cape. Danny proves himself to be even more unexpected when he goes off-script, eyeing her and screaming, "Mom!" And Batman's eyes catch hers. Shit. How can she explain a tiny child calling her mother in front of her lover? That'll be an awkward conversation.

Catwoman doesn't take Danny to outings after that. Instead, she has Harley and Ivy take turns "babysitting" (i.e., using Danny as Batfam distractions) while she's at work, kind of like having the fun aunts take you shopping. Danny can do whatever he wants!! With the exception that he needs to be wearing his cat-mask at all times, to properly conceal his identity (neither woman knows he'd already thrown himself at Batman without his mask).

So, while Ivy is destroying a toxic power plant, Danny is stealing Nightwing's escrima sticks, clinging to him, "accidentally" tripping him, doing the Koala-leg thing. He goes all out when Nightwing actually does trip on him - he shrieks that he broke his arm, which forces the vigilante to pay attention to him. Sobs, clings harder, and endures the trip to the hospital on the back of Nightwing's motorcycle with a shit-eating grin.

Harley is beating the hell out of some of Joker's gang. Red Robin is doing surveillance and coordinating with GCPD so they can get the whole circus to Arkham. Except Danny is calling out where Red Robin is hiding with the glittery pink microphone that Harley bought him (originally to sing Doja Cat and Chappell Roan in her car). Joker gang's priority will always be the Batfam because of Joker's obsession with Batman and Danny uses the distraction so Harley can get a couple good swings of her bat in. He cackles maniacally when he hears a muffled, "C'mon, kid!!" from Red Robin.

And the Batkids are just like, Jesus, this kid is literally a nightmare. But they can't do anything! Are they going do arrest a kid? No. Are they going to arrest Batman's lover? No! So, they're stuck dealing with this.... absolute gremlin of a child!!

Danny, of course, is very pleased. The Bats have no idea who he is because of his little cat-mask, he's getting paid literally several grand per week, and Selina - who he's been living with ever since she realized he was homeless - even got him goldfish!

(Bruce is in his office, eyes crinkling in that iconic Dad-Smile, scrolling through candid photos Selina snuck of Danny's chocolate-smeared face while the kid was passed out on her couch. There's a fake ID under the name of Danny Fenton and several pages of foraged school records in a pile on his desk. Bruce eyes his desk drawer where several emergency adoption papers are tucked away.)

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny used to be a vigilante, firmly on the side of good. Like, illegally, but morally good.

Danny’s 100% sure that whatever he is now, it’s not good.

Is Gotham’s influence just Like That?

He was homeless when he got to this thrice damned city (literally, because Lady Gotham was so cursed) and now he’s… here? In a mid-level penthouse with a rotation of homeless kids going in and out of his kitchen and eating out his pantry??

Danny adjusted the cuffs of his dress shirt, making the conscious decision to ditch the tie. He’s a tall 6ft 4 now, taking after his Dad. His head smarted all of the time, hitting doorframes when he was being a bit clumsier than the normal ghost-like grace he had learned to channel as The Phantom.

The Phantom instead of just Phantom. Why? Because Phantom was the name of a teenage vigilante in another dimension. The Phantom, on the other hand, is an intimidatingly tall, deceptively kind, extremely dangerous kingpin.

Honestly? Danny didn’t even want this life. Like, he had no idea it would snowball like this??

He supposed that it all started when the Penguin was trying to snatch kids off of his block on Crime Alley. Not officially his block, of course, because Danny didn’t actually enter this city to be a crime-shadow thing. But he hadn’t lost enough of Phantom the Vigilante to ignore kids getting hurt. He still hasn’t, if he’s being honest. He flew into a frantic search, tracking down the missing kids to Penguin’s bar. The Iceberg Lounge. Apparently, he wanted the kids to do some menial tasks and what not. Danny, rage flickering through his core, intangibly went in and robbed Penguin of every coin and secret the man kept.

Then? Danny blackmailed the Penguin to guarantee his kids a measure of safety from the Rogue. That began the slippery slope into whatever it is he does now. Penguin was being kept in line by Danny’s threats, the grip he had on the Rogue’s weak points, and a wonderful bit of intimidation.

——

“What, you stinking phantom? I’m stickin’ to yer rules!” Penguin snarled, forced to his knees by invisible blob ghosts.

Danny, salty and pissy from the lack of sleep he’d experienced trying to keep Penguin’s men in line as a result of Penguin trying to test where Danny’s lines were, dropped the temperature to the point where Penguin started shivering. Considering the place was already cold- the Iceberg lounge lived up to its name- it meant that Danny was standing nonchalantly in a room that was negative twenty five degree Celsius in a sweatshirt, Danny was already making good on his natural intimidation factor.

“It’s The Phantom to you, Oswald.” Danny said, in the tone of someone saying “it’s the shit, to you.”

Danny narrowed his blue eyes, letting a tiny tint of ectoplasm make his eyes glow a bit in the suddenly icing over room.

“Your people have been getting on my nerves, Oswald. Roughing up kids is so… uncultured. Are you sure you’re a Cobblepot?”

Penguin snarled, the effect of which was rendered ineffective due to his increasingly violent shivers. Plus, Danny loomed over him without even trying.

Danny, annoyed and asking himself “What Would Dan Do To Intimidate This Guy?”, gripped Penguin’s shoulder and hauled him up one handed. He dragged the mob boss over to one of the booths, avoiding the bodies he’d dropped (non-lethally) when Danny first walked in to ruin Penguin’s night. He shoved Penguin in chair he iced over, because Danny’s petty and if he saw one more bruise on his kids at Penguin’s hands, Danny was gonna go full Dan the Murderer.

He at least allowed to room to warm up before laying into Penguin, though. He stayed standing. Hey, he had the height advantage to use. He could have kept Penguin kneeling, but it was probably god the best that the mob boss got some sense of pride back.

(Danny had no idea that sitting as someone loomed over you to lecture and threaten you was even worse than kneeling. At least with kneeling, you knew where you stood. But sitting? It leaves you horribly off kilter.)

“I told you to keep your people in line. Kids are off limits, Oswald.”

“I kept them in line!”

Never let it be said that Oswald Cobblepot had a normal functioning sense of self preservation.

“Really?” Danny jabbed his pointer finger lightly on top of Penguin’s trachea and allowed his fingernails to sharpen into Phantom’s sharper digits. Penguin tried to lean away. “Then why did they start a gun fight when there were kids visible on the street? Why did I see one of my kids get hit by one of your poor excuses of a bouncer?”

“I-”

“Don’t care much for your excuses, if I’m being honest. I let you mess around with the little projects you have, without even breathing a whisper of your secrets. Sionis would love to know how you double crossed him the last deal, yeah?”

“I- I’ll keep them in line!” Penguin stuttered.

“Well, I believe in second chances,” Danny bullshitted. Ancients, how was this even working? “So I suggest you make an example of the guy that smacked Hailey around before I make an example out of you, Oswald.”

“Fine! Fine!”

——

And with that, he got access to Penguin’s resources and men and more importantly, the corrupt police officers. He made Penguin “boot out” the pedophilic ones (in a very violent way) and kept the rest.

Then? Mr. Freeze froze over the god damn pipes and Danny had to intimidate and make a deal with the Rogue so he and his increasing roster of orphans had access to warm water.

In exchange for Danny’s restorative and, more importantly, unmelting ice, Mr. Freeze was now Danny’s… on-call enforcer?? When he’s not researching cures for his frozen in a pod wife, that is.

Danny was satisfied with that. He was! But then Black Mask happened, with the man trying to engage in a battle of wits with Danny over the control of Crime Alley which, at that point, was firmly Danny’s territory.

The thing is, Danny doesn’t play nice anymore. Why bother with pointless mind games when he could just…

——

“So, you’re The Phantom.”

“And you’re Sionis.”

Black Mask twitched at the name, gloved hands pulling out his guns. Danny sat on the counter, head touching mid cabinet, and sipped out of Sionis’ favorite mug.

Because Danny broke into Black Mask’s safe house and stole his quality coffee. The man’s eyes were wary.

“How did you get in here?”

Danny shrugged. “Walked.”

Danny held the coffee out of the way as Sionis unloaded a clip into his chest and lunged forward to slap a mask onto Danny’s face. After waiting a bit, as Black Mask’s smug triumph bled into shock, Danny laughed and, using a bit of his natural strength, tossed the guy off of him. He casually took the mask off of his face.

“Jeez, I’m trying to be nice, here.”

“So, you’re a Meta.”

Danny grinned. “Eh. And you’re a cult leader with a mask fetish.”

Danny tuned out the rant about the “true face of Gotham” or whatever, already bored, and sipped at Sionis’ coffee. The ass might be a psycho, but his coffee tastes were wonderful. Danny stood up, rinsed his mug, and turned back to Black Mask.

“You’re trafficking people. Kids.” He said, cutting through Sionis’ chatter. He was sly about it too, committing violence and torture in a way that would ensure obedience and fear. Danny probably would have never caught on, Black Mask’s schemes being so ingeniously created and executed, had he not kept a hawk’s eyes on the more vulnerable members of Crime Alley’s community. And the rest of Gotham’s vulnerable communities, of course.

“My, a wonderfully obvious conclusion. Now, Phantom, I have a proposition for you.”

Sionis seemed to have gotten his bearings back. Danny tilted his head at him, looking down.

“You can work for me,” Sionis said, before opening a laptop with video feed to one of his masked men or whatever holding a knife to one of Danny’s more fearless kids. Danny snarled.

“Or, refuse, and your kid will lose a finger for every instance of your defiance.”

“I told you not to touch the kids, Sionis. I don’t allow trafficking either.”

Black Mask chuckled. “Cut off a finger, Sadness.”

“Yes, bos- ARGHHHH!”

Danny watched as Mr. Freeze froze the goon’s arms before breaking them.

“I’ve got her, Phantom.”

Danny nodded at Freeze, keeping an eye on Sionis in case the fool bolts.

“So, what are your cards now, Sionis? You’ve sure pissed me off with nothing to show for it.”

And that was the last night anyone heard from the one that was supposed to be the King of Crime.

But Gotham knew the head mounted on a pike at one of Black Mask’s hastily abandoned bases was a warning, that The Phantom was watching.

——

Then he somehow got a gaggle of more orphans that were undead zombie “Talons?”

From there, he just obtained influence over the crime bosses of Gotham. Because his Talons kept bringing him heads and blackmail and his crime alley kids and Gotham orphans kept bringing him information for food and safety?

But like, Danny never wanted anything in exchange for the safety he provided. His core could give less of a shit whether he got anything in return. But he couldn’t convince his kids of that! They’re putting themselves in danger and ugh-!

Danny checked himself once more in the mirror. Ready, he stepped out into the night to wait for the Bats at his new favorite VIP spots.

On the way, he passed Ivy and Harley, who he waved to. Pamela worked under him because he controlled Gotham’s criminal underground (which also mean the official parts of the city considering the sheer amount of corruption) and influenced them into more plant friendly methods. His dominion over Undergrowth also helped immensely.

Harley? They’re friends. He beat up and crippled her abusive ex. She gave him therapy and stopped torturing people for fun.

Danny stepped into the back door of the Iceberg Lounge. No one stopped him. No one dared to.

He settled onto a velvet couch, nodding respectfully at the server that had immediately and nervously set down his mai tai. He glanced around for cameras and wire taps, before giving up and upping his ectoplasmic output to short any recording devices out.

He sipped his drink as he waited.

“Batman.”

“Phantom.”

“Oh, good. You didn’t bring Robin,” Danny said, watching Batman tense. “Kids shouldn’t be in places like these.”

Batman stayed silent.

“Come on, sit.” Danny gestured to the couch across from him.

“This isn’t a social call. I’ll stop whatever you’re scheming-” Batman growled.

“Oh my god, you’re so dramatic. Is this where Nightwing gets it from?”

Batman snarled.

“Sit, sit.” Danny rolled his eyes.

Batman stayed stubbornly looming. Danny sighed, allowing his voice to slip into velvet danger.

“I told you to sit, Bruce Wayne.”

“You-”

“I won’t repeat myself again, Bruce. You’re testing my patience.”

Bruce sat, wary and hyper vigilant. Danny sighed, settling back in his chair.

“You’ve heard of Red Hood, yes? Don’t answer that, it was hypothetical. I know you’ve heard of him.” Danny waved a hand impatiently. “I don’t really care why he’s setting up shop in my Alley, but he’s upsetting the other crime lords. They’re asking me to interfere.”

“I don’t work for you.”

“No,” Danny acknowledged with a nod. “But I could make you, if you push it. Politeness would serve you much better right now, Bruce, seeing as I am doing you a… favor. And since I’m not shouting to the world who you are under the cowl.”

Danny gave Batman a pointed, patented, mom glare.

“… Apologies.”

“Now, you might be wondering what that favor is.” Danny watched Batman’s cowled face carefully. “I thought you should know that the Red Hood is your “Jason Todd.’”

Batman was still. And then Batman leapt at him, snarling, “How dare you-!”

Danny caught the vigilante by the throat and squeezed.

Batman’s flurry of punches- which, mildly ow, those gauntlets kind of hurt- quickly changed to clawing and maneuvers to get out of the choke hold. Danny held steady, cutting off the vigilante’s air supply until he began to go limp. He’s not Superman. Danny will bruise and kill, if he had to.

“Are you going to listen to me now?” Danny asked mildly, emulating both Black Mask’s drawl and Dan’s effortless psychosis.

Batman gave a weak nod. Danny plopped him unceremoniously back onto his couch. He sipped on his drink once more as he waited for Batman to cough some sweet air back into his lungs.

“I’m telling you to get your little birds in line before I have to go hunting, yeah? Keep your kids out of danger, Bruce, and I won’t have to step in.”

“He- how do you know..?” The growl isn’t there anymore, and Danny felt a smug sense of vindication of having smothered it out of the guy. Woah, no, that thought was too Dan and too little Danny. Danny handed him a cup of water, which Batman didn’t drink.

Danny rolled his eyes and raised an eyebrow. “Drink. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now. And as for how I know…”

Danny held up a beat up copy of Jane Austen’s Sense and Sensibility, filled with Jason’s writing. He tossed it to Batman, who caught it with blank eyes.

“Water,” Danny reminded him firmly, feeling like a mother hen. Batman gulped down his water, eyes flicking between the pages of Jason’s annotated book. Ancients, Danny couldn’t believe he annotated his book. A crime lord, like that? Well, it’s not like Danny could say anything.

Batman looked up at him, a silent demand- no, plea, because he’s not in a position to make demands- for an answer.

“Broke into his safe house. You should contact your fling, Talia. Seems like she dunked him into these “Lazarus pits” and told him you replaced him with the current Robin.”

Danny could see Batman’s emotional gears hard at work and honestly, he doesn’t have time for that.

“Now, we’re done here. You owe me one for the information. I’ll collect later.” Danny grabbed the Dark Knight, who stayed oddly unresisting (shock, maybe?) , and hauled him up.

“Tell Tim Drake to eat more. He looks too skinny.” With that, Danny dragged the Dark Knight to the window and punted him out. His kids were waiting on hot chocolate night and Danny had to go shopping for quality ingredients.

——

“YOU COULDN’T HAVE TOLD ME THE BIGGEST CRIME LORD OF YOUR CITY WAS THE FUCKING HIGH KING OF THE INFINITE REALMS?!”

“Hn.”

“BLOODY HELL, DON’T YOU GRUNT AT ME, YOU BROODY BASTARD!”

Constantine let out a scream. Shite, the king who held his soul contract was a crime lord. Great.

——

The reason intelligence and convoluted schemes and genius doesn’t work against Danny is because he’s got weird standards of what he’ll tolerate and the fact is that his normal dumbassery and mother hen tendencies cancels out and coherent thoughts or plans he might have had.

[radiance1]

Danny, has been turned into a cat.

Why? He may or may not have pissed off more than wizard after they failed to summon the ghost king successfully and gave them massive shit for it.

They wanted a powerful ghost tyrant, got a ghost prince with a shit eating grin instead.

Was it worth it? Yes, yes it was.

However, now he is stuck in this dimension, and wanders around experiencing the life of a street cat. Somehow, someway, he became the leader of a clan of cats, some of them surprisingly having powers, other not, but he never knew the life of a street cat was so...

Intense? Is probably the word.

Gang wars, negotiations, managing resources, taking care of the injured from said gang wars or the occasional shitty human, etc, etc. The resources like food weren't really a problem, his powers made it very easy to just, take whatever he wanted, how much he could take was a problem though, nothing a bag can't fix.

Some kind of villain (If what he heard was correct) stepped on his turf, and he couldn't have cared less what they were going to do, until some of the casualties involved his family of cats and, safe to say.

That villain did not expect to be beaten up by a superpowered cat. Much less robbed by other superpowered cats.

Of course, such an event wouldn't go unnoticed.

[disillusioneddanny]

Every Third Saturday (Tim/Danny)

Tim grinned wide as he finished fastening his fanny pack over his shoulder and slung it across his chest as he waited patiently for his fiance to finish getting his boots on. Ever since Danny had started his final year of college at Gotham University, the couple didn’t get the chance to go on dates nearly as often. Not when Danny was in school and working two part-time jobs and Tim was CEO and working nights as Red Robin. 

So the two had agreed that every third Saturday was for them. No homework, no work, no vigilante shit, just the two of them spending the entire day together and enjoying their company. It was the best way for the couple to catch up with one another and just be together. 

“Ready?” He asked once Danny sat upright and stretched his arms. 

Danny smiled and stood from his seat before he came over and wrapped Tim in his arms and gave him a deep kiss. “Yes, I’m ready,” he said, his lips still ghosted along Tim’s. The vigilante nearly swooned as Danny looked him over with a lust filled eye and laced their fingers together. 

“So, what did you plan for us today?” Tim asked as the two started walking out to the garage and towards Tim’s car. 

“I was thinking of an aquarium date,” Danny told him with a wry smile, his thumb rubbed along the back of Tim’s hand. He smiled to himself and pulled out his keys with his free hand. 

He and Danny had been dating for roughly three years now and every day Tim found himself loving the man more and more. He had met Danny at a coffee shop that the man was working at part time during college. Danny was the only barista who would indulge Tim in his expresso heart attack coffee each time he came by and soon Tim found himself going less for the coffee and more for the pretty barista who would flirt with him each time he came in. 

“That sounds like fun,” Tim said, glancing over at Danny who had slipped on his sunglasses before the two climbed into the car. 

Danny had eventually given Tim his number on a receipt after weeks of flirting with one another and after hours of goading and convincing from Bernard and Steph, Tim finally reached out to Danny and set up a date. 

Three years later and now he and the halfa were living together in Tim’s home in the Monarch Theater and were engaged. Tim had to be honest, he had never been so happy in his life. 

Not only had he found someone who he loved beyond measure, but someone who despite being mostly retired from the gig, knew what the life of a vigilante was like and accepted that part of Tim and loved that part of Tim. It was more than he could ever ask for from a partner and Tim was grateful every single day that he had gotten so lucky. 

“Yeah, I was thinking a lazy day with just us hanging out and looking at cool fish would be fun,” Danny said. The two buckled in and Tim started the drive to the Gotham Aquarium. 

“I’ve never been to an aquarium,” Tim mused. 

“Neither have I,” Danny admitted, taking Tim’s hand in his once more. 

That was another thing that Tim found that he adored about Danny. The halfa just understood Tim in a lot of ways a lot people didn’t. Sure, Danny’s parents had been a different flavor of neglectful than Tim’s had been but he understood what it was like to have a lackluster childhood because of his parents being more interested in their jobs than their children. Tim knew what that was like deeply and he found comfort in knowing that Danny was so interested in experiencing things he had missed in his childhood. 

A majority of their dates were things that a majority of people would consider childish. Dates to the zoo, rollerskating, going to the park, arcade dates, they were the things that Tim held near and dear to his heart, things that he looked forward to more than any fancy dinner or gala that they would go to together. 

“But I’ve always wanted to go to an aquarium and see some sharks,” Danny told him with a toothy grin. 

“Of course you would want to go see the sharks,” Tim said with a snort. Danny just smiled and made a whining noise as a coffee shop came into view. He looked over at his fiance who was now staring out the window longingly and let out a huff of a laugh before he pulled into the drivethru. 

…

“He looks like Bruce,” Danny said, his nose pressed against the glass as he watched a fangtooth fish swim by sluggishly. 

Tim snorted and elbowed his fiance in the ribs. “Don’t be mean,” he said and Danny snickered, shaking his head as he did before he allowed Tim to tug him away from the exhibit and towards the next one showing a large tank full of angel fish. 

“Those are pretty,” Tim said and Danny flashed him a grin that already had Tim groaning in defeat as the man stepped closer to him. 

“You’re prettier,” Danny crooned, taking Tim’s hand in his and tugging him close. 

“I hate you, I’m taking back the ring and I’m canceling the wedding,” he said with a groan as Danny gave him a pouty look, his bottom lip pushed out dramatically. 

“You love me, Timothy, don’t deny your affections for me,” he said, hooking his fingers in Tim’s belt loops and pulled him close. Tim just smiled and gave him a quick peck. 

“Quit flirting with me, you promised me sharks and I saw that they let you pet them,” Tim told him, their lips just centimeters from one another. Danny grinned and gave him one more kiss before he let go of Tim’s belt loops and twined their fingers together and dragged him down the hall of the aquarium, taking in the colorful and unique fish as they did. 

“They’re so neat,” Danny breathed, craning his head back to look at the sharks that swam from overhead. The aquarium had a long tunnel where the sharks would swim around them, overhead, underneath and on both sides of the long tube. 

“You know, I think Aquaman owes me a favor,” Tim murmured, soaking in the feeling of Danny’s hand wound in his as he looked at a large tiger shark stare at him and Danny. “Maybe we could go down to Atlantis some time?” 

Danny grinned. “How would you survive? I don’t particularly remember breathing under water as a specific talent of yours, Pavo,” he teased and Tim scowled and pinched the man in the side lightly. 

“Oh and it’s one of yours?” He asked and Danny chuckled. 

“I’m dead, Timmy Two Shoes. I don’t need to breathe,” he said and as if to prove a point Tim watched as his fiance’s chest stopped moving as he stopped breathing altogether and just walked on. 

Tim just scowled and let out a quiet harumph noise. “I would just have my amazing and talented fiance figure something out for me,” he said and tilted his head. “Or maybe Kaldur could help me out with it? I bet he would have some ideas,” he reasoned and Danny just stuck his tongue out at him. 

“Danny you can start breathing again, I get it,” Tim said with a huff as they continued walking through the tunnel, their hands swung between them.

Danny’s chest started to move once again as they came to the end of the tunnel. 

“What do you wanna see next?” Danny asked, looking around. “There’s the fish petting zoo where we can pet a sting ray and some other weird fish or we can go look at freshwater fish,” Danny asked and Tim simply smiled and bumped shoulders with the halfa. 

“I’m happy with whatever, I’m having a lot of fun with you,” he said honestly. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy an aquarium so much.”

“It’s because of me, I’m a blast, most fun person to ever spend time with,” Danny said and Tim just let out a soft laugh and leaned into his fiance. 

“It is,” He admitted. “You are.”

Danny simply wrapped his arm around Tim’s shoulders and continued through the aquarium, giving input here and there as they walked and Tim just soaked it all in, his heart incredibly full as they just enjoyed their comfortable time together. He would never get over just how lucky he was to have his fiance, to have every third Saturday with just the two of them.

[fandomfuntimem]

More dp x dc and/or just dp stuff i would like to see more of.

(This time just stuff i think would be fun)

Danny gets more animalistic and ghostly in ghost form over time:

I've always loved the joke "from the day we are born we are slowly dying" and since this guy is half dead, he slowly looks more like a ghost when in his ghost form.

As for the animalistic thing. I dont mean legit growling or purring. I mean him having painted ears that move around and pin back when mad. Maybe a tail (tails are fun for expressing emotions). Pupils that dilate and slit. Stuff like that. He just gets more funky with time.

Constantine and Danny actually get along:

They're both tired, magical, and have seen some shit. If they are both adults when meeting they can be drinking buddies or something idk.

If Constantine met Danny as a teen tho i imagine he wouldn't look down on Danny or get too annoyed with him. He would treat him as an equal. He recognises and magic users are different, and Danny has been dealing with the magical bullshit all alone. This kid deserves some respect damn it! Infact it would be funny if the JL interacted with them at the same time and realized they were actually both really similer. Similer facial expressions and exhausted attitudes.

Danny is just stupidly calm in the face of horrific things:

I tried to find that meme with the "well that just happened" thing but couldnt find it.

But yeah. Mans is used to it.

Danny is more conflicted about where he belongs:

Too alive to be dead, too dead to be alive. Poor guy is practicly the town punching bag and ghosts always target him for what he is. He feels like he never belongs. It should be expressed more often. Like maybe he feels free and happy as Phantom, but he also knows that as Danny he's who his family and friends love and care about. Make him conflicted.

In a dp x dc context. I feel like at first you think he would fit in amoungst the heros. But he's too young to interract with the adult heros, but too experienced and powerful to interact with the younger heros. He struggles to fit in and he has to work through that. That also circles back to the Constantine point. I dont know much about the magic users in dc, but i can image theres a very large veriety of them all ranging in species and age. So maybe he belongs most with them, cuz to them he's just another acultist.

THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE FLUFF!:

STOP THE TORTURE, STOP THE HURT, LET THERE JUST BE FAMILIAL FLUFF!!!!!! LET THERE BE HEALING!!!! PROCESSING GRIEF AND EMOTIONS!!!!!!!!! LET THEM BE HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[vaeral]

More Danny Phantom Headcanons for my Fanfic!

*Note* A Glitch in Time has happened in the context of the fanfic.

Vlad is currently acting as Dan's dad. He has scammed a few, especially shitty, rich people via overshadowing to get some of his wealth back.

Dan, since his body now is a clone body of Danny, is experiencing the same melting problem that Dani experienced.

Vlad is keeping him stable but not fixing the problem yet because it stops Dan from using his powers too much. Effectively, he's grounded for trying to end reality until he can be trusted.

Clockwork has been considerably weakened due to the shit Dan pulled in aGiT. He's currently just waiting for when Danny meets the JL so he can give Flash a dirty look and tell them all no time travel shenanigans for the next 10-20 years (or maybe a million, who knows) cause he won't be able to fix it.

The Observants, due to the damaged timeline that Clockwork barely fixed, as well as his weakening, have caused them to lose a lot of their future vision. They are currently freaking out and annoying CW to no end about it.

Clockwork has been stalling for about a year since the events in aGiT so Danny can just be for a while before he has to take the title of Ghost King.

Vlad still has the Crown of Fire, and is waiting for Clockwork to say when it's time to give it to Danny.

Edit: Also, new chapter of said ff is most likely gonna be done in a bit. I'll make a new post when it is done.

[soapyghostie]

can i ask for soft/comfort headcanons with danny? nothing too complicated :)

something like his S/O had a shit day at work and just comes home sick and tired and just wants to go sleep ,like how he would handle it

Another request, that’s been in my inbox for months, wrote and done! This was a fun one. Hope y'all enjoy!

The Ghost Face/Danny Johnson

Danny has been excitedly awaiting your arrival from work all day since seeing you is the best part of his day. When you enter through the front door, Danny immediately notices the exhaustion etched across your face. 

Danny, being the ever observant partner he is, could tell that words weren’t necessary in that moment. He wordlessly guides you into the cozy living room – dimly lit by the soft glow of a few strategically placed candles – to the couch, gently encouraging you to lie down. He then disappears into the kitchen to brew a comforting cup of chamomile tea, knowing its soothing properties will help you unwind. 

As you sipped the calming tea, he wordlessly joined you on the couch, opting for a silent companionship not wanting to bother you about your day, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. Danny understands the importance of sometimes letting the weight of the day lift without the burden of words. Though normally unsettling to others, Danny's presence is a source of comfort and relief, allowing you to relax. 

After some time has passed, Danny breaks the silence by softly humming a familiar tune – a lullaby that he heard as a child – calming the atmosphere in the room. When he finishes humming the lullaby, Danny holds you tighter while softly murmuring words of reassurance, assuring you that are safe and that he is always there for you. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat serves as an unspoken promise of unwavering support. 

Danny will gently encourage you to share your thoughts, but if you still don’t want to then he won’t force you to tell him anything. You can rest against him in peaceful silence as long as you want until you're ready. However, his presence seems to be lifting the weight of the day off your shoulders even without having to talk about it.

Danny is a very physically affectionate lover; he understands the power of touch and the comfort it can bring. He’ll run his fingers through your hair with tenderness that defies his gruesome appearance, creating a soothing sensation helps melt away all your stress and worries. 

Danny will turn on your favorite movie, wanting to offer a distraction for you to take your mind off of today. The familiarity of the movie brought a soft smile to your face, as you immersed yourself in the familiar plot while cuddling closer to Danny. Normally Danny would find himself also getting immersed into the movie as well, however, right now all he can find himself getting immersed in is your eyes and your smile. He loves your smile and makes his day ten times better. 

As you start to doze off, Danny notices and suggests you guys retire to the bedroom. You have had a long day afterall. He picks you up bridal style, carrying you upstairs to y’alls shared bedroom. The room was adorned with soft lighting and plush pillows, creating an atmosphere of peacefulness. Once Danny lays you down on your side of the bed, he goes over to the thermometer and adjusts the temperature to your liking and ensures everything is just right for a peaceful night’s sleep. 

As Danny lays beside you, he envelops you in his arms, creating a cocoon of safety and comfort. The gentle rise and fall of his chest matched the rhythm of your breathing , ultimately lulling you into a deep, restful sleep. In these quiet moments, Danny reveals a side of himself that only you get the privilege of experiencing – a protector with a heart capable of extraordinary tenderness. 

[shsl-box-worshipper]

Hello yes. I would just like to point at the Amazing Lyoko Warriors (I just stumbled into your AU) and just. Oh my fucking god. Jermie deserves a hospital visit please I think he's in shock (also probably experiencing significant blood loss). Maybe some apple juice that always makes me feel better?

(Ulrich you have words just say he's soaked in blood. Odd has no context for normal, but I have no clue why nobody else thinks Jermie's being weird.)

Just. I am squealing in holy shit good awesome.

Is there anything you might be willing to share about the lore, perchance?

YOOOOOO, Hi :D I'm glad you liked TALW (That's my acronym for it anyway)! And yeah, Jeremie is in a shitload of pain. My blood-soaked son, ladies and gents.

In regards to Lore(TM), hmmm...

I guess I can show a villain I made. I have shown this on discord, but I think Tumblr would love this guy. Purely because he's the most ridiculous guy ever.

Meet Chairman!

So, this is essentially the Box Ghost of The Amazing Lyoko Warriors.

If you don't know, the Box Ghost is essentially this joke villain from Danny Phantom. An ineffectual ham who's completely harmless to the main cast. He's basically the butt of every joke and has an obsession with cardboard boxes.

So, I decided 'Imagine how funny it would be if I had a villain like that, but with chairs.' And thus, Chairman was born!

Chairman is literally just a guy wearing chair pieces for armor. That's it.

He personally identifies with chairs, thinking they're people, and the way he attacks is by beating the shit out of people with chair legs.

Of course, since every member of the LWs has powers, he's a complete nonthreat. He's only threatening to regular ass people. Not even cops are afraid of him.

Also, this brings up another piece of lore: XANA isn't the only villain in TALW.

In fact, there are several, a whole Rogues Gallery. Sure, XANA is the Lyoko Warriors' arch-nemesis and creates a lot of villains and monsters to serve him, but he's just one piece of the pie.

One of these independent villains is Chairman. There are also several others, either based on canon XANA attacks, shit from Code Lyoko's supplemental material (Evolution, Chronicles, the official games and even some fan games), or are completely original.

Making villains is probably one of my favorite parts of writing TALW because, since it's a superhero AU, I can just go apeshit and imagine regular canon episodes as these ginormous, largescale battles of good and evil.

I would be happy to release more information about potential villains and even some of the designs for the heroes.

(Btw, I love these asks! Keep them coming!)

[britcision]

Listen

Listen

This has caused me So Much psychological pain trying to find a substitute

Caffeine is not reliably an energy boost for people with ADHD, it’s one of the fucked up side effects, it can make you sleepy and also your meds not work

(Lemme tell you about the time in hs I had to drive a friend home Stupid Late and we stopped for coffee and I got a triple espresso shot and nearly fell asleep at the table as soon as I finished it

It’s BAD)

If Danny’s getting shit done with ADHD you are thinking of speed aka amphetamines aka ADHD meds (fuck I didn’t take mine this morning brb)

However, this isn’t a 100% of the time guarantee for everyone with ADHD

And Danny has clones

SO

Danny? Danny was just in the cafe, procrastinating working on an essay. Not any of the three he’s currently slamming out now of course, but they’re all due at some point it’s fine

Dani? Dani heard Danny was in danger during a rogue attack, and came to the rescue in human form, to be discrete. Figured she’d be fine with the fear gas if she didn’t breathe, but she still has all those nasty mucous membranes and Crane’s no fool

He is however now having to directly deal with some little shit who will not stop yawning and declares half way through one of his best villain speeches that she is about to take the nap of her LIFE

(She’s spotted Danny but he seems busy so she’s keeping the rogue occupied)

Dan? Dan thinks they’re both fucking idiots, shows up as a ghost cuz he has to, and absorbs fear gas directly into his core

Dan is experiencing colours as flavours and has the unfortunate distinction of getting the caffeine energy rush combined with the ADHD caffeine sleepies AND focus-nuke, where he wants to also take a nap but it has to be RIGHT FUCKING NOW

And he has to lie down but first must MAKE BED MAKE PERFECT WHERE ARE SHEETS

Have you ever been so tired you’re wired and everything is funny and you a little bit want to die? Got the 3am funnies combined with zoomies?

Crane is having the least successful night of his life and he hasn’t even been punched by a single caped crusader yet, he’s just apparently crashed entirely the wrong side of Gotham and while most of the victims are conveniently horizontal and shrieking in terror the fucking big one keeps covering them all over with whatever fabric he can find and cooing and then fucking teleporting through walls

The little sleepy one has snapped at least a couple of people out of it by shoving them into a “napping pile”

And the medium sized one is ranting about fluid mechanics in a way that is somehow even more distracting for Crane specifically because he keeps redesigning the fear gas grenades and dammit he’s got some good ideas

I've seen fear gas as weed, I've seen fear gas as food, I have seen fear gas a salt! What I've not seen?

Fear gas as caffeine.

Enter Danny "ADHD runs in the family" Fenton, in the middle of a Scarecrow attack, typing out three different essays amidst people shouting and screaming, completely In The Zone. At some point he decks Scarecrow himself in the face because the guy tried to attack him while he was finishing up citations.

[rainybyday]

I want Batman to visit Amity Park. Whether it’s because of Vlad Masters or the supernatural energy there, as long as it’s not the Fenton’s I want him to visit

I want Bruce to go out during the night for his investigation only to see Danny sitting near the trees, lazy as he threw a ball for a glowing green dog over and over.

I want Bruce to stop, to hold, cease and just pause. Not because of the glowing dog that may or may not be a part of his investigation but because of how Danny looks to him.

He looks like the child he brought to the manor who experienced depression at an early age from the murder of his parents. He looks like his kind-hearted child who would look longing at certain times, longing when he still believed in the magic of his name. He looks like his daughter who was talented and strong but would hold the weight of the world if a life was taken under her protection. He looks like his tired son who would always take on the burden of working hard to gain the approval that he already has. He looks like his son who would stare out in space thinking of the parents that have yet to heal. He looks like his son who seems lost with the world around him at times because of how different he was raised from the rest.

He looks like a child that needs saving.

Despite how his children would tease him, how Alfred would probably drawl “another one sir?”, or how the dog was connected to his investigation in some way (that green glow was not natural) he did not leave.

Instead, he walked towards the boy, footsteps loud as to announce his presence.

That was the start of their nightly meetings. 

(I want a slow story of Batman meeting Danny. I don’t want Danny to be in trouble or be in danger in beginning or for Batman to suspect him in any way. I want a natural meeting of the two that slowly progress from there, from Danny seeking comfort from this man cloaked in shadows and Bruce slowly thinking of Danny as his. 

I want Bruce to be stressed out by the fact about the supernatural things that happen in Amity, how Master’s has a secret lab basement below his house, and the ghost that haunts Amity on a daily. I want him to feel the annoyance and massive headache it is to deal with the supernatural of all things, but the moment he sees Danny sitting in the shadows of the trees waiting for him all of his worries just, disappear. 

I want Danny to feel the weight of being the new Ghost King and the responsibilities that it holds. He would love the perk of fewer attacks from Amity but he still has to deal with the responsibilities of being a King, the adding factor of many of the ghosts he meets all seem to fear him like Pariah Dark, and how his parents were becoming more unbearable by the day. I need him to feel the weight of his identity catching up to him every day, but the moment the moon is up and he sees a man with a bat suit he can’t help but relax a little, his core letting out a happy hum.  

I want the two to become family on their own terms before everything goes to shit. 

I want a bond before the danger.

I don’t want a hero protecting a victim or a young hero looking for help. I want a single father and a struggling boy to find each other and meet halfway.)

[little-pondhead]

Prompt Idea:

Original post here cause I don’t know how to imbed links properly.

So I read this post basically about Danny Phantom being unable to get drunk. His core recognized alcohol as a dangerous substance, so the chemicals just don’t make it to his system. His core gets rid of it before it can do anything.

And I raise you, this: What if Danny wasn’t affected by anything that was made with potentially dangerous poisons or chemicals?

Danny is no longer affected by coffee, as much as it pains him. He can’t enjoy anything remotely spicy, as his core blocks out the capsaicin. Maybe he can’t have anything mint, either? Menthol is deadly in high doses, but Danny already died once. His core is not taking any second chances.

(On the plus side, Danny became the king of tide pods when that particular internet trend came about. He also drank bleach once on a dare from Red Huntress.)

Extra:

To combat the overwhelming lack of spice in his life, Danny goes out in search of new foods that he can actually eat. With guidance from Frostbite, he discovers the wondrous joys of ghost cuisine.

Ambient ectoplasm is all around Amity, so Danny has no issue “feeding” his ghost side. But as it turns out, the more solid type of ectoplasm-the goo stuff-can be used to substitute spices in various dishes. Each region of the GZ gives the ectoplasm its own unique taste, allowing Danny to experiment with this new form of cooking. And if you do it right, the food won’t even fight back!

After he learns to cook, Danny goes on a month-long trip every year. He visits most parts of the Ghost Zone and some parts of the mortal realm, just to refill his “Ghost Spices” so he doesn’t have to eat oatmeal for the rest of his afterlife.

Extra(x2):

The Lazarus Pit is like chocolate to ghosts.

The only reason is Jason feels like shit all the time is because he’s essentially been living off a five-year-old’s dream feast since he was revived. He’s been experiencing the ghostly version of a sugar crash for years now. Yeah, it might’ve been fine at first, but the angry crime lord with murder tendencies needs to eat his ghostly vegetables:(

Danny turns up, and forces the entire Batfam into a “healthier” eating style. Which kinda just means their food glows, now.

[foxinaflowerfield]

Can you imagine, a clone who has never got to be his own person? Who was born to be a biology case study and raised under the name of a boy buried in the shallow grave in the backyard. And the Drakes will never let him forget it, he's always the replaceable child. They bought a kid once, they could do it again. So Tim always has to be on top because if he isn't the best then he isn't safe.

Of course being a clone of a one of a kind magic creature has it's MANY downsides, i mean look at melty popsicle over there *gestures vaguely at the other danny clones* so I imagine this comes back to haunt Tim quite frequently. Also I imagine he would figure out who he was a clone of very quickly, as prior to him developing a personal signature his ecto would read one for one with the king and baby tim would get so many confused ghosts at his door.

Tim, staring at the Lazarus pit: ....

Underpaid League assassin: ...?

Tim, certain that the lazarus pit is speaking to him: . . . .

The pit: *the equivalent of a pool of pure emotion that's trying so hard to convince you to do sin a la snapcube* >:3

Tim: . . . . . can i have melatonin please

~~~~

Tim, in the watchtower: *reworking some of the coding as a favour for cyborg*

JLD walking past, pausing, backpedaling, staring down at him: What the fuck kid.

Tim, blink blink: uhm. I have permission?

JLD: Does Batman know your soul belongs to the royal bloodline of the beyond..?

Tim who had a vague idea that he technically counted as an heir but didn't know that meant his soul belonged to the crown...: uhm. . . ... does batman know that every single one of you have skipped your mandatory health scans?

JLD -who am i kidding the person speaking has been constantine-: fair point

~~~~~

A ghost is in gotham fucking shit up:

literally everyone(-jeanpaul and jason who have spirit/soul weapons): *struggling*

Tim, angry tired and fighting back ghost hunger: man fuck this *lunges and takes a bite out of the ghost*

The ghost: *screams* AH THE TINY ONE HAS TEETH

bats:... rr???

Tim, lost in the sauce and experiencing his very first time cannibalising another ghost: *face smeared with ecto, probably growling*

Duke, who is new here and doesnt want to seem like hes being judgy because maybe the bats are just-like-that(?) for some reason: ...so what do you think lazarus juice tastes like?

Jason: lemon lime jello

Damian: i concur

(this soo got away from me)

In which Jack & Janet Drake manage to neglect their toddler to death and have to find a replacement before the police or, god forbid, the media tears them apart.

It’s a good thing the US Government is getting rid of the GIW’s highly immoral test subjects before the JL can crack down on them.

Ha. Jokes on you, Jason.  ‘Tim’ has always been the replacement.

[confusedandghostly]

Entirely self indulgent dp x dc x mlb prompt

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-Danny & Adrien know each other, maybe via Magic Stuff, maybe it’s the classic “event in a convenient spot”, doesn’t really matter. Point is they’re hero friends who both know each other’s secret identities and keep in touch.

-At some point, Danny is forced to relocate from Amity park because of a reveal gone horribly wrong. He bolts and keeps going until he can’t anymore. He’s picked up by a stranger.

-(Generally he doesn’t drop his transformations by accident anymore but thank the ancients he did this time because he would’ve had one hell of a time explaining to this stranger why his blood was bright neon green. As it stands, the biggest question is what the hell happened to him.)

-Nightwing is just vibing, doing his nightly patrols in Bludhaven, when he finds this kid half unconscious in an alleyway, bleeding out. They more or less beg not to be taken to a hospital when Dick suggests it, so instead he takes them to one of his safe houses and patches him up there (This kid is 16? Maybe? Why’s there an open autopsy incision-)

-Danny is not in any shape to be going anywhere and on top of that, his accelerated healing is working at a third of the speed it should be because of the materials that were used to hurt him being anti ghost, so Dick manages to convince him to stay in his misc safehouses - he doesn’t need to stay in just one, he’s allowed to move between them, just please don’t leave entirely.

-Danny explicitly requests that as few people as possible get involved in this, and yes that means the rest of the bats. If he can leave once he’s healed without anyone but Nightwing ever knowing he was there then that’s for the best.

-Except, as it often goes, Danny gets attached to Dick and Dick gets attached to Danny and the Reveal happens, etc.

-While he’s still healing and can’t do much of anything, a story runs on the news. Dick doesn’t think too much of it at first, but Danny gets really concerned when he sees it.

-“-Paris’ supervillain Hawkmoth has finally been taken down. Secretly the popular fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, many people who have heard the news are devastated. His home is currently being searched….”

-Danny goes “oh shit!!! I know that guy!!!” and immediately calls up Adrien and asks if he’s alright, what he’s doing, etc and the resounding answer is no, Adrien’s having an existential crisis, and he’s staying with friends while he figures out what to do with himself.

-Danny explains his own situation, specifically that he was displaced but found a safe (and at this point he really doesn’t want to leave anymore) home with another hero, and Dick, who’s only heard half of the conversation but understands that someone Danny knows and trusts with his own identity needs a place to stay, and offers Adrien a place here.

-Adrien decides to take him up on that offer. He’s being harassed, moreso than he ever was simply for being Adrien the model, because now he’s Adrien, the supervillain’s son, and since Hawkmoth was pretty localized he’s hoping that it won’t be near as bad in a different country.

-Now Dick has two kids in his care and he’s feeling more and more like Bruce by the day because he’s just gone from living alone save for whatever times he visits the manor to having two kids in his house, relying on him for safety and emotional support in the span of like. Two weeks.

-Reveal x2 with Adrien, all that Bonding Stuff™️

-Adrien and Danny get to talking and they’re both experiencing some cabin fever and so they decide “yk what?? We could help Nightwing with his hero work!! The area already has a metric fuckton of heroes, what’s two more?”

-It’s actually rather easy for Adrien to convince Nightwing because he gets why Adrien wants to be back out on the field. Danny, on the other hand, is finding it way harder, because Dick is already worried about Danny’s injuries.

-They both manage it though, under two conditions.

-1. They can’t be Phantom and Cat Noir. Not only is it going to be incredibly obvious if/when they make any public appearances as civilians, but also it’s going to raise questions and unwanted attention.

-2. Minimal magic and ghostly powers. This ties back to the previous stipulation, technically. Cataclysm is too recognizable as a miraculous thing, and it could be detrimental in a fight where Adrien can’t get away to recharge. If Danny used too many of his ghostly powers, he could give himself away as a ghost and become a target for hunters.

-Cue a montage of Dick hiding his two new protégés from the rest of the bats because he wants it to be a surprise and also he wants their debut to be on their terms for safety and damage control reasons while trying to set them up with the appropriate training and gear (moreso Danny who needs a whole new suit than Adrien who can just redesign his magic suit)

-The other bats are absolutely certain something is up with Nightwing and they’re proven right when two new players make their debut.

[vln-vibes]

Some thoughts

As someone whose both into Maribat (even if I haven't been as involved lately) and BatPham/DPxDC its hilarious that people have come to the conclusion that yes;

The Bats are definitely getting involved with these tired teen heroes that just so happen to have black hair and blue eyes and totally Wayne Adoption Bait TM

Both end up needing the Bats' help because of the whole World's Greatest Detective shtick regardless of the premise (Anti-Ecto Laws and Uncovering Hawkmoth's ID)

If we're going to the Shit's Already Hit the Fan Route then both parties have concluded that the best place to lay low was definitely the crime capital of America; Gotham City

(Even if they do so they try to stay under the Bats radar because of his no metas allowed rule (thats fanon btw) even if neither actually qualifies as metahuman (magic and a medical condition really)

Jason definitely has something going on because of the Pit that can be cured/treated by means of magic or ghost shit

Constantine is probably involved or is getting dragged into this mess whether he wants to or not

(If involved Captain Marvel probably has passing knowledge about the GZ or Miraculous)

Both Danny and Marinette being smol and no one expects them to be Stronk

Same duo also has been thrusted into unwanted responsibilities apart from the whole Teen Hero thing at 14 (Mari's age is unfortunately still up in the air but I'm pretty sure that's her age during the origins eps, thanks Astruc)

(Speaking of pretty sure both fandoms disregard what the showrunners/creators say about the show also but thats besides the point)

(Ghost King Danny (fanon but v good idea) and Grand Guardian Marinette (canon unfortunately for her because sure why not give this girl more anxiety))

Government is corrupt and is probably the reason why these kids get no help from experienced heroes

I just find this all hilarious looking into it

Also the fact im like 75% sure that both group may have gotten hate from the main DC fandom because the crossovers were seeping into their tags too

[halfghostwriter]

Wraith Radio Pt. 2

Part 1

“You’re listening to Wraith Radio, your number one link to the living realm. I’m your host, the wandering ghost, Ellie Phantom. It’s day two of my adventure in Gotham City, and I gotta say, today was… wild. Bit of context for those who missed the start of yesterday’s show, long story short, I publicly told the Red Hood that I would wait for him at this place called Park Row so I could take him to a doctor in the ghost zone because his body is bad.

After I ended the show, I got this call from my cousin, Danny. He and his friends back in Amity had been listening, and they think that, because I never showed off any of my powers or anything, and cause I look like any other human, he might not have actually believed I was a ghost. Which, fair, I guess.

So now I’m thinking, ‘well, no big deal, I can just show him my ghost form.’ Buuuuut then I remember the stupid amount of curses and stuff all around this city, and as part of the ghost population who technically never experienced death— no, that time I melted does not count— I’d like to prolong that experience for as long as possible if you don’t mind. Where was I? Oh right, so now I’m thinking, ‘well, no problem, I can just open up a portal, bring him to the zone, and transform there.’ Quick, simple, no problem.

So we come to today. I’m at the meeting spot, it’s five minutes to the meeting time, and I’m sitting on the edge of this rooftop, keeping an eye out for the arrival of the Red Hood.

And then a building blows up.

Right across the street, the top floor of this sketchy run down place I had been staring at, just. Boom! And then I hear all these gunshots, and screaming, and I look down at my watch, and I have about four minutes before noon, so I turn invisible, float over, and poke my head through the wall. Right there, center of the room, I see Batman, Robin, Red Robin, and Red Hood fighting this… I dunno, skinny twink with like a burlap sack over his head? Look, it took me a week to memorize the Gotham vigilante’s names and costumes alone, I wasn’t going out of my way to look up their entire rogues gallery. But anyway, they’re fighting this guy and a bunch of people who I assume are working for this guy, and I see some people tied up in the corner screaming their heads off for no clear reason. I mean, yes, I know it’s scary being tied up by an evil scarecrow of a man, but when I say screaming, I don’t mean ‘please, save me, I’m in distress’ screaming, I mean ‘the soulshredder just sliced through me and now I’m seeing my worst fears manifested in front of my eyes’ screaming.

So I get a little closer, I land on the floor, and just, to go off on a bit of a tangent for a second, the Gotham vigilantes are just. So much taller than me. I felt so incredibly tiny being in the same room as them. Like, yeah, I know I’m short, but I had hoped that I would at least be the same height as Robin, but no. I swear, every time I stand next to someone who’s supposed to be close to my ‘physical’ age, I become more and more convinced that the billionaire who made me had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He brought me to life and was like ‘you’re a twelve year old!’ and I was like ‘you’re right!’ because I had no frame of reference because I was born that morning. Anyway, so I get closer to the screeching humans being held against their will, and I feel this scratchy, almost burning feeling in the back of my throat. I try to brush it off, but then I look down, and I see my body fucking melting.

Now this isn’t be my first time melting, so my first thought isn’t ‘oh god I’m gonna go from half to full ghost,’ or even ‘ugh this shit again,’ but rather ‘why the fuck doesn’t this hurt?’ Because I know exactly what melting is supposed to feel like, and it isn’t a feeling you can just ignore. Like, I can’t really describe it to someone who’s never had every muscle in their body suddenly coalesce into one, with every attached nerve ending screaming louder than a heavy metal band, but trust me when I say that the “pain” I was feeling was barely anything compared to actually melting, like it felt more like my skin was itchy than anything. So, I try poking one of the places where my body is melting— don’t ask me why, I don’t really know why I did it— and instead of feeling ectoplasm drip over my hands, I just feel… my arm. And I realize, ‘oh, not only is this just an illusion, it’s a shitty one.’ Or, y’know, at the very least one that doesn’t work too well on a halfa.

So I shake that off, cause yeah, I don’t like seeing myself melt again, but as long as it’s not actually happening again, I’m good. Plus, if it does start again, I do still have my extra ecto dejectos in my bag, and yes, Danny, I will call you if it actually happens, sorry if I almost gave you a heart attack a few minutes ago. Anyway, I turn back to all the tied up screaming people, and I notice these, like, fog-machine-looking-thing next to all of them, and I get closer to one, and the scratchy feeling at the back of my throat gets worse, so now I’m thinking ‘oh, this must be what’s causing everyone to see things.’ So I turn my arm intangible, stick it into this machine, and I pull out this bottle of just… the worst smelling chemicals I’ve ever been near, which is saying a lot for someone born and raised in a basement lab. But, it stops the fog machine, so I plug it with some stuff from my bag, and pocket it so I can’t smell it anymore. I keep doing this to each of the nearby machines, and eventually the front pocket of my bag is just completely stuffed with gross chemicals.

So that’s over with, and I look over to see if the fight’s done, but no, they’re all still going at it, which means I still can’t talk to Red Hood and get him to the Zone, so I figure I have some time to kill. And I remember that there’s, like, ten or so people tied up against their will, so I start freeing all of them. Obviously, the ropes themselves are really easy, all I really need to do is phase them off. The people, on the other hand, are crazy hard to get to actually do anything other than scream. Like, I try pushing people towards the exit, I try dragging them across the floor, anything to get them to leave the building which is— in case you forgot— on fire. I mean it’s just the top floor, but I’ve heard from Ember that a fire anywhere in the house could be the cause of a human’s death, especially if no one’s watching it, and I doubt that anyone is actually watching that fire.

So now I’m kinda panicking, cause I was hoping the fight would be over by now and all these people would have been brought outside, but not only is the fight not over, I look over and see the bad guy throw these cans over at the people, and I realize that they’re giving off the exact same poison-fog as the machines from earlier. And I’m just. So pissed off. Like, I just took care of that!! For all I knew, that illusion stuff could’ve worn off in a few minutes, and I wouldn’t have to worry about keeping all these people alive!!

Side note— Danny. I get it now. I get the whole ‘desperate need to protect any and all humans’ feeling you were talking about.

They are just… so easy to put into danger.

Holy shit.

Anyway, I’m feeling that whole ‘selfless anger on behalf of strangers’ thing for the first time, and I think it turns my brain off, cause I just pick up the cans and throw them at the bad guys head while yelling ‘FUCK YOU, DIPSHIT!’

And my invisibility drops.

So.

Not my best decision.

But not my worst, because my aim was perfect.

I’m pretty sure I knocked him unconscious, but I’ll be honest I wasn’t really paying attention to that guy anymore because I had just revealed one of my abilities— not to mention I think my eyes were glowing— in front of the fucking Batman. Now, I don’t know if the rumors about him hating metas are true, but I do know that most humans fucking hate ghosts, that I definitely don’t know what he thinks I am, and that I’m not risking my ass to find out. So, invisibility goes back up, and I start to book it before I remember that the whole fucking reason I showed up was to help out Red Hood. So I take a flyer, write “sorry, try again tomorrow?” on the back, and then I get the fuck out.

I wind up flying so fast back to this little hideout I’m staying at that I guess I wound up jostling some things in my bag? Yeah, by the time I get back, I feel this… leaking through my bag. And I take it off, so I can check out the damage, and uh…

Ok, so remember how I mentioned those ecto dejectos I keep on me? Well, I tend to keep them in the front pocket. And the scary-illusion-liquid-stuff was also put in the front pocket. And one of the bottles and an ecto-dejecto hit each other just a bit too hard. And apparently. When these two things are combined. You get… a blob ghost. Who only knows how to melt.

I’ve named him Goop, and he’s the most pathetic creature I’ve seen in my life. He just melts until all of his body is liquid, then it all just blorps back together. He’s solid for like a second, then he starts to melt again. Also he keeps trying to drink the scary-illusion-liquid. I’ve been holding him in my lap this entire time, and while he’s not hard to stop, I do still need to sleep, so if anyone has any advice on how to handle a mutant blob ghost, I’m all ears. Also, if theres any specific way to get rid of mysterious chemicals that honestly shouldn’t exist, please tell me, otherwise I’m just gonna find a sink and dump it.

Anyway, that’s enough about my day, onto things I’ve heard about the city…”

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The batfam stared silently at the glowing radio that Jason had brought.

And an unspoken agreement was reached.

Meta, ghost, whatever— this was a child with absolutely no adult supervision, severe trauma, an unknown set of powers, and a ridiculous amount of fear toxin. Not to mention something that she described to be a “mutant blob ghost.”

It was time to do a bit of research into the kid.

Or, it would, were it not for the fact that “Wraith Radio” didn’t seem to exist online, nor did “Ellie Phantom.” It was also likely she used a fake name for her show, since there didn’t seem to be any records of an “Ellie Phantom” anywhere.

Of course, that wasn’t enough to deter them. After all, she herself had mentioned her family.

And so, they began looking into Amity and her cousin, Danny.