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In a deal with a fae, you must give up something you hold dear. Whether it be your name, your first born, or something else, it must be held dear. You, gave up your addiction. It worked.

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Danny wakes up in a cage in the Batcave as a human and thinks to himself “well that’s not a good sign.”

Big bad bat encountered him in the caves near the Batcave by finding him half dunked in the Lazarus pits under Gotham during a routine check. He put the boy in a cage as a precaution, but was otherwise planning on investigating then returning him to his rightful place.

Danny does not know that.

He proceeds to search his pockets (phase his hand into his body disguised as reaching into his pockets) and pulls out a tool kit, systematically disassembles, exits, then reassembles the cage.

And walks out.

Now the bats are hunting the streets for this engineering escape artist while Danny is just hanging out at a newsstand reading up on the universe Clockwork had sent him to check out.

"Woah! What happened here?" Duke gasps from the staircase. He is wearing his school uniform, but upon checking his backpack, he realizes his chemistry textbook is missing, likely somewhere in the Batcave after his latest monitor duty.

He had been multitasking by shooting out questions to the rest of the bats as they patrolled. Due to an injured wrist, Duke had been benched from his regular day shift (Jason offered to cover for him), and watching screens had been the only way Bruce had been willing to let him participate.

That quickly became boring, however, since Oracle was much faster than he was, and Duke had a tough time focusing on screens. He's never been one to enjoy too much screen time - he didn't have the attention span for it.

This meant that Duke had not been in the cave for the past three nights, after he struck a deal with Bruce to let him catch up on some much-needed rest instead, provided he could continue his civilian work during the day.

Imagine his surprise to find the Batcave in disarray, with almost everything taken apart, piece by piece, including the Batcomputer and the dinosaur. Bruce, Damian, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Cass were currently attempting to gather the pieces and reassemble everything, which seemed hard given all the little pieces that had shattered about.

"Some kid with a screwdriver," Jason grunted, holding up various nails towards the light. In front of the anti-hero were five distinct piles of nails and bolts, each separated by type and size, which he carefully sorted from a large bucket.

"What?"

Tim looked up from a mountain of wires, some of which were dropped over his shoulders, around his head, and a few were entangled with his leg, as he tried to untangle everything. He looked as crazed as he did the year he decided he was going to put up all the Christmas lights by himself, only to realize how large Wayne Manor really was. "Two nights ago, we found a civilian unconscious in cave sector T-Y13. He was practically radioactive with Lazarus pits water, so Bruce had the bright idea to put him in a cage as a precaution. The civillain woke up while Bruce was away so he couldn't explain that he was not kidnapped, realized he was in a cage, and deassimbled it with a tool set he pulled from his ass-"

"Tim. Laugauge" Dick scolds, leanign over metal tubes to cover Damian's ears. The twelve-year-old huffs, but doesn't shake off Dick's hands as he stares at a different buckets of lightbults, sorting them like Jason was doing to the nails.

It was a little darker than what Duke was used to.

"-And then, he decided to reassemble the cage once he was out." I'm continuing as if he weren't interrupted, nodding his head to the only part of the cave that looked normal. The contamination unit seemed to shine in the untouched spotlights. "Then the civilian thought he was going to take apart everything in the cave. He systematically disassembled everything and mixed up the pieces. The only things he left alone were the railings!"

"It's pretty impressive," Bruce praises. He was checking over technology boards with a critical eye. A headlight strapped to his forehead shines brightly on the pieces as he smiles. "I wonder where he is now."

"If he has any brains, he's probably applying for a position with a pit crew in NASCAR," Cass laughs, picking up different boards of metal. "He took the whole place apart in less than twenty minutes."

"He even got the Batpens" Dick sighs. "Why was he so passive-aggressive about pulling out the pen's springs?"

"If I woke up in a cage, after unfair imprisonment, I would also cause my captors as much chaos as possible," Damain comments casually. "We are lucky he decided to leave nothing harmful behind."

"He just took everything else!" Steph's voice calls out from a dark patch of the cave. Duke knows it's in the direction of the showers and the changing room. "Does anyone see any shower heads over there? The kid took them off every shower!

"I have one!" Cass calls back, holding up an item in her hand. "Are any pipes missing? There are five long metal cylinders that I can't figure out what they are for."

"No, he left the pipes along, but I think he took the mirrors and the doors."

"Which door?" Bruce yells back. There is a moment of silence before Steph replies.

"All of them! "

"Of course. That's what these ones are for." Jason says in an Ah-ha voice, holding up a few black bolts. "They're the ones from the shower heads!"

Duke stares, then sighs. He lets his backpack slide off his shoulders, landing on the stairs with a thump. Looks like he's calling in sick to school again.

Rolling up his sleeves, he moves over to Cass and helps her lift the long cylinders she had mentioned. "Do we know anything about this civilian?"

"Before he took the Batcomputer apart, we were able to get that he wasn't in any of the local government records. He isn't from Gotham or this state." Bruce says while carefully placing pieces back on a large computer board with a pair of tweezers. "My guess, he's not going to be in any system, either."

"Why?"

Bruce looks up, his eyes shining. "His DNA matched eighty-five percent with Themyscira's genetic make-up. No proof of cloning either. We may just have a genius male Themysciran on our hands."

Duke didn't like how excited Bruce sounded when he made that statement. He opens his mouth to snap, "You can't adopt him, Bruce!"

It's validating that his voice wasn't the only one that said it, but that it echoed by literally everyone else in the cave. Bruce purses his lips but doesn't agree or disagree with the accusation as he turns back to his computer board.

Duke hears him mutter under his breath, but he's too far away to figure out what he said. "

How long do you think this will take us to put back together? He asks Cass as they compare metal pieces- he's holding a triangle-looking thing that he can't figure out where it came from.

She kicks aside a circular metal slate, raising a brow at him, then nodding her head toward the left side of the cave. Duke turns to look in the direction of the third Robin, who was wiggling around.

"What are you!?" Tim screams at a blue wire, shaking it like he was strangling someone's neck. Somehow, in the time Duke looked away from him, Tim had his right arm tied to his left knee, with a red wire thread running through his shirt, and his right leg was no longer visible because the rest of the wire pile had consumed it.

"Oh, so it's going to be a few hours," Duke sighs as Cass nods sadly.

"Does anyone have any eyes on the light switches?" Dick yells out. "Damian and I almost have all the pieces to turn the lights back on."

"Oh gods -He took the lockers!" Steph screams in angst. "I had a snack stash in there!"

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I need everyone to know that the ship Götheborg, the world's largest ocean-going wooden sailing ship, answered a distress call the other day.

Imagine waiting for the coast guard or whatever to show up and instead a replica of 18th century merchant ship pulls up and tows you to the coast.

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"The stars have been waiting for you, Phantom."

Love being an artist and having the ability to draw whatever I want

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And here’s all of them

Oh right, and Clint:

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thank you Canada 🇨🇦

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Time to rest.

For weeks, Danny Fenton had been quietly phasing through the walls of Wayne Manor. It started as a curiosity—a passing whim while he was patrolling Gotham’s ghost activity. He’d heard the whispers, both from the living and the dead, about the famous Wayne family and their bat-shaped nightlife. He didn't care much for capes and cowls—he'd met enough self-righteous heroes to last a lifetime—but he did respect people who genuinely tried to do good.

Which is why he noticed Alfred.

The first time he saw Alfred Pennyworth, he thought the man was just tired. Then he saw it again. And again. Always bustling about, cleaning up after grown adults with the emotional maturity of wet socks and the sleep schedules of vampires. Cooking full meals, tending to wounds, ironing suits. Danny had been planning to move on, but something about Alfred stuck with him.

And then he saw it—the unmistakable shimmer of a soul untethered to a body. A ghost.

Alfred Pennyworth was dead.

And still working.

Danny had nearly screamed. He’d seen ghosts before who didn’t know they were dead, who clung to routines, to emotions, to purpose. But Alfred knew. Danny could tell by the heavy sorrow that clung to his aura like a weighted shroud. Alfred wasn’t lost. He chose to stay.

And no one noticed.

The “greatest detectives in the world,” and not a single one of them had noticed the man who raised them was a literal ghost.

Danny was pissed.

It was a quiet evening in Wayne Manor when the chaos began. Jason had just finished arguing with Tim about something stupid. Damian was reading in the corner with a scowl like someone had kicked his favorite sword. Dick was humming while polishing his escrima sticks. Bruce was in the cave, naturally.

And then the lights flickered.

"Not again," Tim muttered, looking up from his tablet.

"You paid the bill, right?" Dick asked, grinning.

A chill spread through the air, breath turning to mist.

"Is it Killer Frost?" Jason groaned, reaching for his guns.

“No,” came a voice—not cold or angry, but cutting. Smooth, teenage, and brimming with fury.

A glowing figure phased up through the floor of the Manor’s parlor, green eyes blazing and white hair drifting in an invisible wind. The entire Batfamily tensed, weapons drawn before Bruce appeared silently at the entrance to the room, suit half-donned, watching.

Danny Phantom crossed his arms and floated midair. “I’m not here to fight. I’m here to talk. About Alfred.”

That got their attention.

“What about Alfred?” Bruce said calmly, but there was a crack in his voice that none of the others missed.

“Oh, you do remember he exists. Good.” Danny drifted forward slowly. “Because from where I’m floating, it looks like the man died and none of you noticed.”

The air dropped ten degrees.

"What are you talking about?" Dick demanded, stepping forward.

Danny’s expression was withering. “I’m talking about Alfred Pennyworth, who DIED. Who stayed behind as a ghost because none of you ungrateful jackasses can manage your own lives without him. Who is still—still—cooking your meals, cleaning your messes, patching up your wounds, and ironing your capes while you're too busy brooding or punching crime in the face to notice that he doesn’t breathe anymore.”

The room was frozen.

Bruce’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. Damian had turned pale. Even Jason looked stunned.

“No,” Bruce finally said, shaking his head. “No, he’s—he’s fine. I spoke with him this morning.”

Danny dropped to the ground, eyes glowing. “You talked to a ghost this morning, Bruce. He offered you tea as a ghost.” His voice cracked with raw anger. “He’s stuck because he thinks you need him. Because you never told him it was okay to rest.”

The silence was deafening.

“He... he never said anything,” Dick whispered.

“He wouldn’t,” Danny said bitterly. “Because that’s who he is. Selfless to a fault. He probably doesn’t want to upset you. But that’s the problem, isn’t it? He always put you first. All of you.”

Danny took a deep breath, closing his eyes before continuing. “He deserves better. He deserves peace. And if you don’t give it to him, I swear, I will drag each of you into the Ghost Zone and show you what it really means to be haunted.”

The Batfamily didn’t know what to say.

So Danny vanished.

That night, Bruce walked into the kitchen.

Alfred was there, like always, preparing tea.

“Master Bruce,” he greeted, turning with his usual gentle smile. “Would you care for—”

“I’m sorry.”

Alfred paused.

Bruce’s voice cracked. “I’m sorry I didn’t see. That I didn’t realize. I thought—I just thought we got you back. I didn’t let myself think about how.”

Alfred’s smile faltered for the first time in years.

“You never had to stay,” Bruce whispered. “You deserved so much more.”

For the first time in decades, Alfred looked tired. He set the kettle down. “They needed me,” he said softly. “You needed me.”

Bruce stepped forward and took his hand—cold, faintly glowing.

“I think... I think we’ll be okay now.”

Alfred’s shoulders sagged with relief.

The next morning, Danny floated above Wayne Manor, watching as a warm light shimmered across the sky.

Alfred Pennyworth was finally at peace.

And the Waynes?

They woke up to find breakfast had been replaced with a note in delicate script:

Thank you, Master Bruce. And thank you, Mister Phantom. I shall rest now. – Alfred

Danny smiled.

“Goodbye, old man.”

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“Hes just a kid!!”

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Short DPXDC Prompts #243

Danny Phantom has a Twitter feud with Booster Gold and Danny is fucking verbally destroying Booster Gold.

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Danny was forced to flee from his home universe due to the actions of the Guys in White.

At first, his new universe of choice seemed amazing! Sure the crime rate seemed higher than back home, but superpowers a known thing! If his powers are discovered, he’ll have actual legal protections! And better yet, they have actual living aliens!!

But then as he tried to integrate himself into a normal life, he found the catch.

Apparently, pheromones and associated “pack” instincts are an integral aspect of social interactions in this universe. And since he’s from a different one, he has neither.

It’s like being an outcast at Casper High all over again.

Without the pheromones, he comes off as uncannily flat to basically everyone he meets—never mind how he’s constantly missing context about the people around him. And even if someone does try to connect with him, it seems like his lack of pack instincts might make him come across as dismissive anyway.

He already struggled with social cues sometimes before, but this made things a million times worse.

Luckily, he’s already found a light in the darkness.

Cass.

He’s not quite sure how he befriended the quiet girl, but she’s the best. Even without having pheromones, she seems to just get him. Plus, she’s been indispensable in helping him learn how to understand and navigate social situations properly.

As far as he’s concerned, she’s basically an angel.

He gets the sense she was an outsider like him too once, though he hasn’t tried to pry into her backstory. The last thing he wants is to damage their friendship.

Which is also why he’s trying to keep his growing crush on the down-low too. He doubts she feels the same way, so there’s no reason to rock the boat.

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on a scale of luke skywalker to jaime lannister how well would you deal with losing your right hand

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Uhhh first post let's go? I've had Danny Phantom x DC crossover brainrot in my head for the past three months :P Never touched either fandom before now though so that's cool

Dpxdc prompt

Every time Danny goes ghost, he's kinda technically dying on command. And when someone dies, they get their own lair as an afterlife. So what if every time he "dies" he just get another lair? Like in the Ghost Zone there's just a bunch of space themed doors sorta close together but not really next to each other? So there's like hundreds of not thousands of doors from the amount of times Danny transforms. And he kinda doesn't know about it? He's still techincally sorta alive so the thought that he has a lair just doesn't come up in his mind.

The day when he defeats Pariah Dark and becomes the Ghost King of the Infinite Realms by Right of Combat, his core becomes attuned to the Infinite Realms that's also sorta sentient. So the Realms are just like "hey there's a bunch of lairs in my Chosen Ones name so I'm gonna give him a welcome present by merging them all together :)"

And then the result is a huge implosion of mass from the tens of thousands of doors and energy from the surrounding ectoplasm. Like a reverse Big Bang. Which absolutely fits with one of Danny's two obsessions: Space. And EVERYONE can feel the aftershocks. Or a certain Death magic feeling. Like a man named John Constantine.

So naturally everyone is just like "wtf!?" Like John calling an emergency JLD meeting even though he barely ever does, and the Ancients are just absolutely flabbergasted that this infant of a new Ancient suddenly has a whole ass haunt in the Infinite Realms that's as big or even bigger than theirs.

And that's just the tip of the iceberg, idek what his haunt in the Infinite Realms would manifest as.

P.S. if anyone had this idea before me and also posted it somewhere, I'm sorry I've never had an original thought in my life

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The Galax-Sea belongs to the Captain

【Original Prompt】 「by @novelistwriter 」

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pride month!!!

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Phantom does not like Bruce Wayne, he tells Batman with a completely serious face.

Phantom is hanging out in the Watchtower, shooting the shit with Green Arrow.

Well, Phantom is talking shit about rich people.

"Sounds like a personal grudge," Batman comments idly. Lots of people don't like rich people, so he isn't actually offended.

"Oh, I just hate a select few. Oliver Queen? He's fine." Green Arrow visibly preens.

Batman feels a lip twitch, but fights the smile.

"What about Bruce Wayne?" Superman asks, very deliberately not looking at Batman.

Phantom snorts.

"Bruce Wayne? I hope he wrecks one of those fancy cars and needs both his feet amputated."

The room goes completely silent.

"Holy crap, kid; what'd he do?"

"He backed Vlad Masters is what he did. The Wayne Tech he provided was used to get one-up on me; took me literally two months to escape." The kid cracks his neck, and the high neckline moves enough to show off a shiny new red scar.

Bruce feels the world drop from under his feet.

"He what?" The question is ripped from Batman's throat before he even finishes thinking it.

"Oh yeah, he also financially backed the supporting senators behind the anti-ecto acts. Bruce Wayne is a literal useless sack of shit."

"...I'm sorry, the anti-ecto what?" Superman's voice is strained as he asks, and his eyes are already starting to glow.

Bruce, after getting back to the cave, pulls Tim aside and together they rip into every single transaction the board did both over the table and under it.

And there it is.

Multiple board members had been using Bruce Wayne's name as they donated to shady politicians, essentially sold off his developmental tech that was supposed to be disposed of, and had been embezzling funds.

On all official papers, Bruce Wayne was the biggest backer for a law that was in clear violation of Meta Rights.

@simplestoryteller

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Danny's flight or fight response has quite the hair trigger for a few select phrases most being things vlad would say

One such being his full name a bit odd but there's a reason he always asks to be called danny

So really it's not his fault after joining the school in gotham he had been introduced to his class and he'd told them to call him danny

And he hadn't heard him all he'd heard was someone calling him danial and putting a hand on his shoulder

So really he can't be blamed for how he reacted he told everyone not to call him Daniel and he snuck up and called him daniel

How can he be blamed for breaking Damien waynes nose