ashbrea381writings
ashbrea381writings
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ashbrea381writings · 20 hours ago
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Batman has a system in place to keep an eye on potential future "mad scientists" to make sure he stops them Before they build that death lazer or Before they decide to mutate humankind into lizards.
He keeps a list of all the potential candidates. Depending on how likely they are to go ballistic, he'll visit them more or less often.
The Fentons have been on his list for a decade at this point, but they've always been very low priority. Especially after Constantine assured him that it's impossible to capture or access ghosts with technology. So he hasn't visited them for a few years.
However, the time is here for Batman to check on them once more. Only ... when he tries to find Amity Park on a map, it's gone without a trace. There's a technological black out where the city used to be.
Suddenly worried that the Fentons have switched from ghost hunting to a more sinister science while he wasn't looking, Batman decides to go in person to Amity.
Batman arrives at a city under lockdown by a sinister government agency he's never heard of before. There are ghosts running rampant in the city and bringing destruction everywhere. There's a young hero trying to keep both sides from killing each other. And the Fentons ... well, they've become full-blown mad scientist with a portal to the Ghost Zone in their basement.
Maybe he should have kept a closer eye on the Fentons after all...
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ashbrea381writings · 20 hours ago
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If I got a cookie for every time I mistook first symptoms of being physically sick for the first signs of getting burnout, I would pick a chocolate chip one today.
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ashbrea381writings · 3 days ago
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Damijon Headcanon where Jon is having a "am I in love with my best friend??? What do I do???" crisis.
During this Damian comes to him, he calls Jon to talk and directly confesses his feelings and even says:
"I don't expect your answer for now and I think it's better to wait, because we've had a platonic relationship for many years. I want to give you time to see me in a different light."
"Uh..."
"I want you to know that from now on I will be courting you."
"Wha—?"
"Be prepared."
And leaves!
Leaving Jon dumbfounded and blushing!
It was enough for Jon to decide he wants to date Damian.
And Damian is like, "Already?"
He had a whole long plan for his courtship period and is it all going to be lost?
And now they're having their first quasi-couple discussion about dating and everything Damian planned to use for his dates while he was already dating, or Jon calm down and let Damian woo him first!
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ashbrea381writings · 3 days ago
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ashbrea381writings · 4 days ago
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Fic prompt #30
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The Fentons hate ghosts—they are 100% convinced that they are incapable of any human emotion or empathy. But as scientists, they are also aware that any research can be proven wrong. While they would defend their work with their lives, they can still be persuaded—though it takes a lot of convincing.
In the beginning, they hunted Phantom with all their might, truly believing that he was colluding with the ghosts he captured in order to deceive them. Still, over time, they began to realize that some incidents were practically impossible to fabricate—especially if their own theories about ghosts lacking emotional intelligence were taken into account.
In the end, while they still weren’t convinced Phantom was good, they had to admit he was doing an impressive job protecting Amity Park—particularly when one considered the drastic drop in human crime since his appearance. They had no choice but to acknowledge his usefulness, especially after studying the state of other cities plagued by supervillains and superheroes.
Eventually, they even wrote and published a thesis arguing that Superman, Batman, the Flash, and even Wonder Woman couldn’t compare to Phantom. Ironically, while trying to study him, they ended up becoming his biggest fans.
Danny doesn’t quite know how to feel about this—especially since his parents don’t even seem to realize it themselves.
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ashbrea381writings · 4 days ago
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I know I've said it before but I'm saying it again, I just absolutely adore how Danny's eyes glow green in human form when he's getting particularly mischievous, not just when he's especially angry
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Like this boy has a built in warning signal for when he's about to be a little menace to society and I love that for him
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ashbrea381writings · 4 days ago
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Can you draw Danny as Alfred's apprentice? I love Danny as a butler. Danny refuses to be adopted by Bruce but If Alfred is offering....
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And he learns life skills to boot (like peeling carrots lol)! Butler in training Danny is a rare gem and i’m always looking to get my hands on more! Have a doodle <3 (obsessed w ur wafflehouse danny request so trust that is in the works)
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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Part 2 Wayne Family Group Chat
Tim: okay everyone just… act normal tonight please PLEASE
Dick: Define “normal”
Jason: What did you do
Cass: 👀 Tim: nothing!! nothing illegal!!! just. just dinner. simple. civilized. family dinner. 🧍‍♂️
Damian: If you’re acting suspicious, I’m bringing a weapon.
Bruce: No weapons at the dinner table.
Damian: Too late.
Alfred: The food will be served at 7:30 sharp. Please refrain from traumatizing each other until dessert.
[7:32 PM – Wayne Manor Dining Room]
Everyone is seated. Food is passed. Tension is suspiciously low. Then…
Dick (whispering to Jason): yo who’s the guy next to Tim? 👀
Jason: Idk but Tim’s looking at him like he hangs the stars
Cass: 👁️👄👁️ they’re holding hands under the table
Bruce (barely hiding surprise): Tim. Who is your… guest?
Tim (sweating bullets): This is Danny! My boyfriend! Of 2 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days! …Surprise 😅
Danny: Hey. :) Nice mashed potatoes, by the way.
Cue stunned silence. Until—
Damian (squinting intensely at Danny): “…Out of 8 billion people… you chose HIM? You couldn’t find anyone better—BROTHER?”
Tim (scandalized): “HEY!! Leave him alone! I love him!”
Damian (deadpan): “I was talking to MY brother, Timothy.”
[Entire table goes silent. Fork clatters. Jason chokes. Dick drops his wine. Cass looks delighted.]
Bruce (visibly malfunctioning): You have a brother?
Tim: I’m sorry, WHAT??
Danny (shrugging, sipping water): Yeah. Hi. I’m Danyal al Ghul. Heir to the Demon. Escaped at ten. Been vibing ever since.
Damian: This is an insult. You didn’t even ask for permission to court my brother Drake (oops we r back to last names). My actual brother. Biological. Blood-related.
Jason: Tim’s dating a former assassin prince. Who is B's son, blood son. That’s SO on brand for you.
Dick: This is better than Netflix
Cass: 💚 new brother 💚
Bruce (massaging temples): I need a drink.
Alfred (bringing wine): Already poured, sir. read tags!!
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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Imagine Jason never reveals his identity and stays with the league and becomes a super good assassin and deathstroke famous. The batfam has nothing on the guy except for his alias, part of his kill count(the jokers death is also include), and blurry pictures of him. Then one day Damian finds his file and starts adding random stuff to it like he's super annoying, favorite color, the longest time he stayed up, pictures of both him and Damian in costume, ect... But Damian never puts anything that could give his identity away. The next time the batfam open his file the are shocked of what they find and that Damian knows the guy and calls him brother.
they figure out Hood’s identity because they realise Damian only uses these specific insults when defacing two (2) things. 1. Red Hood’s case file. 2: Jason Todd’s memorial case.
i also just find this idea really funny because of how fucking infuriating Bruce would find Damian once he realised Damian knew Hood.
“I need information on Red Hood, Damian. What can you tell me?”
“One time he shot a spitball at Grandfather while Grandfather was lecturing him on professionalism in front of guests, and the spitball went into Grandfather’s mouth. he almost got thrown in the pit again.”
“I meant important information, Damian. What’s his name? Age? Origin?”
“Oh. mind your own business.”
and then Tim in the background eating chips just like “I personally feel like knowing he can get away with spitting in Ra’s mouth is incredibly important information, actually, and this guy might be my new personal hero-“
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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Jimmy Olsen, opting to make some spare money on the side (there's a new camera that just dropped and it's worth more than his normal salary can afford), signs up for a Clinical Trial.
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It'll pay more than enough for that new camera he wants, and he just has to use his two weeks of saved vacation time from work to do it.
But he should have read the fine print.
Because he went to sleep in his bed, and woke up in what looks like a hotel room without any windows.
He pushes the emergency button on his watch, trying to summon Superman, but nothing happens.
Wherever he is, it's so well fortified that Superman can't hear the frequency the watch is going off at.
After the initial freak out though, the doctors come in and explain how the trial will work; two weeks of taking a pill in the morning and getting a shot in the afternoon, blood draws once every three days to monitor any side effects, consulting with a personal doctor every day, and he gets to basically actually have a two week vacation.
The secrecy, the doctors say, is due to it being a Government Run Clinical Trial, and they really are sorry for drugging him, but they figured it would be less stressful than throwing a black hood over his head on the way to the location.
Jimmy does not forgive them.
This is shady as shit.
But also, the doctors very notably did not say he could leave before the trial was up.
The best thing he can do is play along until he can find a chance to escape.
Except that the pills glow a little. The shots definitely glow, and not just a little. If he struggles, they sedate him and give him the meds anyways, and he wakes up in his hotel/prison cell, groggy. If he doesn't talk to the doctor about how he's feeling physically every day, they strap him down and run tests with various scanners.
There's no windows. The doors, every single one of them, need a key card and a thumb print scan to open. There is no cell phone signal; he knows because he overheard the armed guards complaining about it. No matter how many times he whispers for Superman, the Man of Steel doesn't come.
Hell, at one point, when Jimmy was actively struggling against getting injected again, he quite literally screamed for Superman, only for nothing to happen.
Everything is soundproofed, then.
He's not sure how long it's been, but he's fairly certain it's been over two weeks, unless they changed the schedule for the pills and the shots without telling him. Also, his hair is getting longer than it would have in two weeks.
And things are starting to get weird. Well, weirder.
His eyes sometimes glow red. One time he accidentally started floating. They held a jar of some strange glowing orb near him and his breath started frosting over.
He's sleeping more.
He can feel his heart slowing down more and more every day.
He knows he's dying.
And he knows that, for some reason, that's the goal; when he'd been in a sleepy haze, and the scientists and doctors had thought him unconscious, he'd heard them talking about him almost having the same biology as 'Phantom', and that all that was left was the brainwashing stage.
That they were just waiting for him to die before they did that.
But the closer he gets to death, the stronger he becomes. He hides it, of course, but it's difficult to hide a bent metal chair leg. He doesn't know if that happened due to enhanced strength or...or something else.
Then one day he looks up to see his eyes glowing red, but in the way that Superman's do before he uses laser vision. The floating gets more pronounced. He accidentally froze his morning coffee when he blew on it.
For some reason, his body appears to be developing the same or similar powers to Superman, and he has no idea why, or if it's permanent.
But he won't get answers if they refuse to tell him anything face to face.
So he pretends to be unconscious more; that way they'll talk more around him.
He learns that Phantom was a hero, despite the bullshit they're saying he knows one when he hears about one, who they took down.
That they experimented on him until all that was left was...the small glowing orb in a jar they kept shoving at his face.
And something in Jimmy knows that Phantom can still be saved.
If he can time it right, he can try to punch his way through enough of the guards and scientists to get to a part of the compound in the open air, somewhere he can get help.
Somewhere Superman can finally hear him.
He just has to do half the work.
Fine.
The more he plans, the more he feels an odd attachment to the orb in the jar. To Phantom.
Something inside him knows that's just a kid, and he can't explain how it knows.
Then, one day, when the timing is right, and he feels like he's on the cusp of...something, he strikes.
He takes a deep breath, just as they go to inject him again, feels his heart finally slow to a stop, and throws the metal table at the doctors in the room.
He doesn't even pause to acknowledge that his feet aren't touching the ground. That he's flying.
He's already across the room and grabbing Phantom, using the momentum to punch out the steel door.
The weapons they try to use on him to stop him sting, but Jimmy tanks it and barrels forward, breaking down door after door without stopping.
Then, after getting blinded by a sun he hasn't seen in an unknown number of days, he's out in the open air.
"Superman! Help!"
With an army rallying behind him, a rescued hostage in his arms, and Jimmy actively fighting off a nervous breakdown, Superman hears him.
And Superman is pissed.
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Clark has been out of his mind with worry.
Jimmy Olsen has been missing for seven months, and no one can pinpoint where he is.
He can't hear Jimmy's heart, and the only thing preventing him from believing that Jimmy's dead is the staunch refusal to do so, and Bruce reassuring him that the evidence in Jimmy's apartment indicated that whoever took him wanted him alive.
So after seven months of no word, he finally, finally hears Jimmy's hoarse, terrified voice scream for him.
He's there before he fully realizes that he's moved, and...
Jimmy's floating.
Jimmy doesn't have a pulse.
Jimmy's very clearly alive somehow despite that, ragged with unkempt blue hair and beard so pale the blue was almost white, skinnier than he should be, glowing pale red eyes, and cradling a jar with a glowing orb inside of it.
"They did to him what they were trying to do to me, and I don't know what they did," Jimmy gasps, hands shaking. "I can fly, I have laser vision, I have frost breath, I don't know what...I don't..."
Behind Jimmy, a small army of men in white suits rushes out of a hole in the wall, leveling strange weapons at his friend.
The same friend they experimented on, for seven months, and probably did irreversible damage to if they managed to foist Kryptonian abilities upon a human body.
Clark reaches out and closes Jimmy's eyes, cutting off and containing the laser vision his friend was gearing up to use from stress alone.
Then, slowly, Superman turns to look down at the men in white suits below him, who appear to be having the sudden and startling revelation that they'd messed up.
The Man of Steel loses a little time after that.
Or; The GIW opens a Clinical Trial to try to create a new halfa after experimenting on their captured subject, Phantom, so much that Phantom was forced into his Core. The Clinical Trial only lasts for two weeks; but after that they can keep whoever signs up for it indefinitely, because at that point they're so ecto-contaminated they don't count as human and fall under the anti-ecto acts. Then, they can create their own halfa and brainwash the halfa into doing their dirty work. Jimmy Olsen, desperate to escape, has been slowly adapting to have the powers of Superman, who is his friend and who would absolutely be able to save not only Jimmy, but whoever these scientists turned into a glowing orb. Since ecto is adaptable, it adapted to the powerset that Jimmy thought he needed. This includes the very last ability he got; invulnerability, but on a lesser scale than Superman's own, hence why anti-ghost weapons only stung him.
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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Quarter Ghost Bruce Wayne
So I see lots of Bruce as Danny's bio dad AUs, but what if we flip the script: Danny is Bruce's bio dad.
Danny is a scientist visiting Gotham to pitch some of his inventions meets a lovely couple at an event, they have a night together and then he moves on.
The Wayne's never thought to check Bruce's paternity because he looks just like Thomas. They did use protection, but it failed.
Bruce is relatively normal growing up. There's some small oddities about him -he has better than normal night vision, is very quiet walking, and heals quicker- but it's all still within normal human parameters.
Then his parents are shot.
Bruce becomes obsessed with bringing their killer to justice which overtime becomes an Obsession with Protecting Gotham.
His Obsession makes him more ghostlike and causes the latent ectoplasm from Danny to start forming a proper core. He was born with one, but it was only a grain (a proto-core), now it's growing and strengthening.
He begins developing powers, but it happens so slowly and they're subtle, so he doesn't realize it.
He fades into the shadows a little too well, he really shouldn't be able to sneak up on beings that can hear a pin drop a mile away the way he does, he gets up from injuries a too quickly, survives things he shouldn't, when criminals look at him they see something more than just a man in a bat suit...
Still no one realizes. Ghost cores don't show up on conventional medical equipment.
One day Bruce is meeting with an older inventor who has some promising new green energy innovations. He feels oddly... familiar, but Bruce can't pin down why.
Unfortunately their meeting is crashed by Scarecrow and Bruce gets fear gassed. It's a new strain and Bruce looses coherence quickly.
He's back in that alley but this time he's standing between his kids and Joe Chill. He's needs to protect them but he's only a child himself. He desperately calls for help. There's an odd feeling in his chest. -Something inside him reaching. It's answered.
He comes to held in a strangers arms. They're floating in the air. Scarecrow is trapped in ice in the corner of the room.
The man holding him is ethereal with white hair and Lazarus water green eyes. Normally he would be worried by this, but, as their eyes meet he can feel that this man would never hurt him. He feels protected and safe in a way that he hasn't felt since... since...
The man is staring at him in awe.
"I have a son," He whispers.
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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Fic prompt #28
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Danny Phantom and everyone in Amity Park hated the Justice League with a passion. They had pleaded for help countless times, but the League never once responded. Now that peace had finally been restored—thanks to Phantom—the League had the nerve to show up and offer their support.
Everyone wanted to scream at them, but with the Anti-Ecto Acts still in effect, they didn’t dare take the risk. Every single resident was heavily ecto-contaminated, and they had all heard the stories about Batman’s contingency plans for his own teammates. They knew better than to stir up trouble.
So instead, they pleaded with Phantom to accept the League’s offer to join them—just to keep an eye on things. They needed someone they trusted in a position of power. And Phantom agreed.
What no one knew, however, was that Phantom wasn’t an adult—he was only 17. While incredibly smart, he was also mischievous. He decided to be a little shit about the whole thing: constantly lying about his species’ biology, weaknesses, and “life cycle,” even going so far as to pass new ghost laws—thanks to his position as Ghost King—that forced other ghosts to back him up.
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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Watching TikTok try and rewrite fandom history by saying fandom culture was created by teenage girls makes me eye twitch to an extent I’ve never felt it twitch before. The middle aged women printing out Spirk erotica to share with each other in the 1900s did not die for this!!!! How dare you erase our important historic moments!!! You would be nowhere without the 30 year old women who dedicated their free time to making these spaces happen. Put some respect on their names!!!!
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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The trope where people don't recognize each other because it's been so long since they last interacted and they've both changed so much that they're basically strangers UNTIL one of them does their Signature Thing™ and the other just stops dead because oh. It's YOU. All at once it's so clearly you
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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Jason just finished up apprehending the foreign pricks that decided they should deal drugs to kids, telling Oracle to call the GCPD to deal with the clean up, when suddenly a glowing mass barreled on to him. He winced as he fell on his ass, his hands automatically wrapped on the handle of his gun. He lifted his face to look at what clung to him.
It’s a very handsome man with white hair, dressed like royalty with a floating crown, and the man also emits a faint green glow. Said man is also trembling and Jason realizes that fat globs of tears are running freely down his face.
“Jason!” The man gasped, arms clinging tight around his waist, He buried his face on Jason’s neck.
This is all very weird to Jason. He ignored the twinge on his chest as he brought the gun to the man’s head, who froze when he felt the cold muzzle pressed to his head.
“Who are you?”
The question seemed to dismay the man, as tears fell harder from his sculpted face. He sighed and pulled back from Jason’s neck, the gun following the movement. He sighed and pulled a small sad smile on his face.
“I expected this to happen” he murmured, He paid no mind to the gun digging on his skull to rest his forehead against Jason’s.
“Would you believe that we are lovers and that I've been trying to find you this whole time? and now that I found you, you’re full of nasty ectoplasm which might be the reason why you don’t remember me?”
Jason scoffed “as if i’ll believe that bullshit” seriously why was this nutjob clinging to him? The nutjob only sighed again “right” he murmured before plunging his hand inside Jason’s chest.
Jason yelled at the unexpected intrusion, finally pulling the trigger on the gun but aimed at the shoulder, only weirdly the bullet seemed to go through him. Fuck.
Weird sensation of sifting happened inside him. The man only looked Jason dead in the eye as he did what he did while Jason desperately tried to get away from him. pushing at his shoulders and chest with both hands, kicking his sides, only the man didn’t budge, like he was made of steel.
“What are you doing?! stop!”
“I’m filtering the corrupt ecto in you, it really did lock away a lot of your memories. Stop struggling, I don’t want you to injure yourself”
Jason did not, and as if the man expected it, took the hits with no problem. After a few more moments, he finally reluctantly took his arm out of his chest -It’s weird to see his chest still intact when it felt like his insides were being messed up- He looked up at Jason with hopeful eyes, then faltering when he was met with cold indifference.
“You still don’t…?”
Man the guy sounded wrecked, He found the wrong guy it seems and unfortunately Jason doesn’t feel bad, He was just violated by the man.
“Oh man, I know it’s you Jase, I can feel it! Why won’t you remember?” The man whimpered, and Jason could definitely hear the sound in his dreams if only this weren’t a bad time.
“I’m sure you got the wrong guy, now can you get off me-?” Jason was cut off by a growl, A fucking growl coming from the man before him who looked angered by the prospect that Jason isn’t the person he was looking for.
“I’m not wrong! You just don’t fucking remember!” He groaned -oh god are those fangs?- before taking Jason’s face in both hands and smooshing their lips together.
It hurt and it was awkward at first, The fangs nicked Jason’s bottom lip, before the man adjusted and suddenly Jason is experiencing the hottest makeout he ever had in his life. Oh and the man is still growling for some reason, but it’s oh so hot, and Jason might die because of the nutjob, and oh god he has a very long tongue, it’s actually reaching down his throat and isn’t that super hot?
Then flashes, memories that he does not remember having, flying by and seemingly returning to it’s spot in his brain. Memories of him and Dick in his fuckass Discowing uniform, sitting on top of a building sipping slushies together. A peaceful dinner with all of the family at that time without Dick storming off. Barbara attempting to teach him code. Saving a boy falling from a fire exit who’s holding a camera and looking at him like he hung the moon. Danny…
Memories of his time as a ghost still wearing the robin uniform came back, How through the years in the realms, and months in Danny’s home dimension, the two slowly fell in love.
“I’m supposed to take over and officially be King once I’m mostly done with my education, or so Clockwork says. Does that mean you’ll be my Queen?”
“Rude, you haven’t even proposed to me”
Danny threw his hands up in exasperation “We’re still minors!” Jason fake sniffed “You’re not even courting me properly…” Danny just stared at him, in fondness or irritation.
“I cannot kill this ‘Joker’ for you when I don’t even know how to go to your dimension, I already took Freakshow’s core as a placeholder for now” True, Jason has the clown's core in a mason jar in his room that he sometimes shakes when he’s bored. So he kisses Danny’s cheek and watches in satisfaction as his lover’s face turns red.
The last memory he had before he was revived and force filled with anger. So the Lazarus pits are just fucking waste ectoplasm.
Jason can feel when Danny pulls out -the tongue literally shoved down his throat retreating- and looks at him concerned while Jason absentmindedly stares at his face. The man in front of him is his long lost lover, who is now King judging by his attire, and who has been looking for him all this time while Jason lost the memories of their precious time together.
Jason let out an ugly sob, then another, and another, as tears bursted from his eyes he had to take off his mask. He threw himself in Danny’s embrace as he continued to cry, Now Danny is crying again, but of happiness as he pulled Jason to his lap.
“I knew I came back wrong, I just didn’t know what” Jason murmured, He felt a hand carding through his hair. “It’s okay, I found you and we’re together again” Danny said, Jason can feel a rumbling from his lover’s chest and smiled.
“Can we go home? I miss you and the castle”
“I think you only miss the castle, fucking favorite” Danny teased
“Not my fault she likes me better than you”
Danny stood up, carrying Jason with ease. Jason settled comfortably on Danny’s arms as the man started making a portal back to the realms. He really did get stronger and more handsome the years they were apart, Jason can’t wait to discover new things from his lover.
“Stop!”
Both of them turned their heads to see Batman and a few others from the justice league rushing to them.
“Fuck, Danny hurry!”
Danny shifted Jason in his arms so he was only holding him with one, and tore a glowing green portal through the space in front of them with the other.
Oh fuck that was hot, Jason needs both of them in Danny’s bed right about now.
“Red hood!” was the last thing they heard as they stepped through the portal before it vanished.
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ashbrea381writings · 5 days ago
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Dpxdc prompt? Snippet? Idk?
I've had this scene stuck in my head for so long idk what to do with it so yall can have it.
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"We...may need to call on Phantom for this."
Batman grumbled at Constantine's remark. Up until now they hadn't had any issues with ghosts and he was hoping it would be longer before they needed to pull Phantom in for his expertise.
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It had only been a month since King Phantom and his children came crashing into their dimension. Their ship had come out of a Lazarus green portal that spontaneously appeared in the lower atmosphere just outside of Gotham. Batman had called the League for potential backup and ended up surrounding the strange craft with Superman, Green Lantern, Martin Manhunter, and Zatanna for magical support.
They were not expecting a child, one no older then 6 or 7, with pearlescent white hair and striking green eyes to come tumbling out and crying for them to help her father.
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Superman stood up from his place at the meeting room table with the grace of a man who didn't feel comfortable pestering an eldritch god of a man until it was absolutely necessary, "Are we sure this is a ghost? It could very well be something else-"
"Oh it's definitely a ghost," Constantine cut him off, taking a drag of his (against league policy) lit cigarette and blowing the smoke up at the ceiling, "There's no mistaken it. Even before Phantom's little 'crash course' on ghosts I coulda told ya that."
Batman looked over the blurry images on screen. They were of what looked to be two individuals riding a motorcycle at dangerous speeds through Metropolis. Superman had told them they hadn't hurt anyone directly but had caused a few minor crashes and were a general pain to interact with. Just like Phantom had told them, they couldn't be picked up clearly on any modern cameras and Superman hadn't had any luck capturing them. They simply slipped through a wall or disappeared around a block. It had been a week of this and Clark had finally given up and called for assistance.
"Isn't it like, 4am in Gotham?" Flash asked, leaning back in his chair, "Wouldn't he be asleep or something? Does he sleep?" The last bit he mostly asked to himself.
"Yes, he does," Batman answered, much to the confusion of Flash. "I'll make the call."
After a few rings the line picked up to a slightly slurred and staticky, "Hello?"
"Phantom, are you available at the moment. We think we may have...a ghost problem. In Metropolis."
A pause. Then a tired sigh came through the line, "Alright, give me 10 minutes." And the call ended.
Superman shifted uncomfortably, "It sounded like you woke him up." Of course he was listening. Batman glared at him, then turned to the rest of the gathered league, "He'll be here in 10 minutes."
About 6 minutes later a portal ripped itself open next to the window of the meeting room and out stepped Phantom, looking less drowsy then he sounded. Clinging to his back (to the League's surprise) was his oldest, Dante. And cradled in his arms, wrapped against his chest with his cape was his youngest, Eleonora, (they're only a month apart but Dante would throw a fit if he wasn't referred to as oldest sibling)
With a jaw cracking yawn Phantom stepped forward towards the meeting table, "Sorry, I hope it's alright I brought the kids." He started, running a hand through his daughter's hair, "Elly just had a nightmare and Dan didn't want to be left alone."
Over his shoulder, the little prince grumbled something about 'too quiet' and 'bad memories' and wasn't that mildly concerning.
"It's alright, you're majesty." Superman stood and gave Phantom a nervous smile. He didn't not trust the man but anything magical and/or supernatural tended to make even him nervous, "We know we called you quiet early and out of the blue... Sorry about waking you up,"
Phantom waved him off with another yawn, "Nah, it's fine, you didn't wake me. I was already up with Elly when you called." At her names mention, the little princess shifted and let out a small whimper. Phantom sighed and then a rumbling sound started up in his chest that sounded a lot like purring. At the noise, little Elly settled down again.
It was sweet, seeing this supposedly all powerful being just being a single father. A few days after the king was treated in the Watchtower's medical facility, they got a taste of what Phantom was capable of when a small armada of alien ships decided now was the best time to attack Earth.
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The League had been gathered to discuss how to proceed when Phantom had stepped in and offered his assistance. "I owe you all for saving me," he had argued when they tried to refuse.
15 minutes
It took King Phantom 15 minutes (and 25 seconds) to have the aliens running with their tail between their legs. Debris from the lead ship unrecognizable.
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"Alright, now what's this 'ghost problem' you need me for?" At that, the League (mostly Superman, considering it was in his city) explained the situation to their resident 'Ghost expert'.
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And that's it, idk where this was going but now it's out of my brain
And my hands
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Reblog to give a trans man a kickass magic sword this pride month
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