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darkwolfofshadows · 6 hours ago

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Robin was hit.

Red Robin knocked the futuristic gun out of the perpetrator’s hands but not before it fired into the fight and hit Robin square in the chest. There was a rush of chaos and confusion immediately following. Nightwing takes the unconscious teen into his arms and retreats while the rest of the bats take down the rest of the thugs with brutal efficiency.

Red Hood and Spoiler stay behind to question the criminals and do some more investigating while Red Robin examines the gun used.

It’s hours later, with Robin still unconscious in the Batcave medbay, they figure out it’s an alien device originally used to find others of the same endangered race. Frankly, it didn’t at all explain why Damian was still unconscious, or why he fell unconscious to begin with. From the research they found, it shouldn’t physically alter or affect the individual. Which leads them to believe the device had been tampered with.

Tensions were high. Answers were scarce. Doubts were increasing as well as fear and anger.

It came to a head almost twenty-four hours later when Damian violently wakes up.

From one moment to the next, the teen goes from being completely unaware to gasping awake. Dick, who had been by his side through this ordeal, is so startled he shouts in surprise. He jumps from his seat to keep Damian from hurting himself as the boy thrashes in the bed.

Tim comes running in from where he was stationed at the Bat computer to see Damian screaming and struggling against their older brother’s calming hands. The heart monitor is going ballistic and if Damian keeps flailing he’ll rip out his IV.

“Tim!”

He already knows what Dick wants and dashes toward the medicine cabinet for a sedative. It doesn’t take long for the drug to do its job with Dick holding down Damian.

“It’s okay. You’re okay. I got you. I got you,” Dick reassures as Damian loses his strength and sags into the bed.

Tim is already texting Bruce about the situation, not wanting to leave Dick by himself.

“What was that?” Tim asks out loud.

He had never seen Damian act like that except for when he got fear gassed. They had run every test they could think of when he came in, he was clean.

Dick is running his fingers through Damian’s hair soothingly even though the teen is out of it.

“I don’t know. Something’s off.”

They only gave him a small dose, but Damian is out for another six hours. In that time they had ran all the tests again to find nothing abnormal and Jason had pulled in about four hours in to park his butt at the work bench to clean his weapons in front of Bruce and within hearing distance.

When Damian wakes again, it’s sluggish from the drugs. He blinks and groans. Dick is at his side immediately.

“Hey, Baby Bat. How you feeling?”

Damian pulls at the cushioned restraints around his wrists. The teen wrinkles his brows in confusion and looks down.

“You want them off? The first time you woke up you almost ripped your IV out,” Dick explains as he carefully unlatches the Velcro.

“Oh,” Damian mumbles and then thinks about the words. “What?”

Bruce walks through the door. Jason lingers in the doorway peering in to check on the kid.

“There you are. You had us worried,” Bruce says. He stands at the side of the bed to put a hand on the boy’s shoulder while his eyes scan the monitors.

“Sorry.”

That got their attention.

“‘Sorry’?” Jason asks incredulously as he pushes off the doorway to stand at the end of the bed. “Since when have you ever apologized for anything?”

“Jason,” Dick hushes. “He just woke up. Give him a break.”

Damian rubs his free wrists as he looks around at them and the room. The longer they watch him they can see the lack of recognition in his eyes.

“What- what happened?”

Dick and Jason give each other a look at the stutter, but it’s Bruce that responds.

“What’s the last thing you remember?”

Damian looks down in thought, a hand coming up to fiddle with the IV site. Dick reaches over to pull his hand away. Surprisingly, Damian lets him.

“Um, I was- I was-… sorry,” he says in frustration.

“That’s okay. Take your time.”

Damian rubs at his face in a nervous mannerism he’s never shown before.

“I think I was doing homework? I- There’s this stupid project in history class that’s due in like two weeks and I’ve been procrastinating,” Damian shrugs.

Damian hadn’t once mentioned a history project.

He looks up at Bruce.

“Did I pass out or something?”

Bruce squeezes his shoulder before letting it drop. Dick was right, something is wrong.

“First, can you tell me your identification code?”

Dick shoots him a look that he ignores.

Damian blinks up at him.

“My what?”

Tension immediately seeps into everyone present.

“Your identification code, Dami, you remember it, right?” Dick pushes.

Damian turns to him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?”

“Did he hit his head when he went down?” Jason demands. He turns to Bruce. “I thought you checked for a concussion!”

Damian actually shrinks away from the aggressive tone. Bruce raises a hand for silence. He bends to get eye level with the teen.

“Do you know where you are?”

Damian glances around with cautious eyes.

“…The hospital?”

Dick puts a hand over his mouth in disbelief. Damian sends him a look.

“Not the hospital?”

“No,” Jason answers. “Not the hospital.”

“Do you know who I am?” Bruce asks next.

Damian studies him too closely, looking for context clues. It didn’t leave a lot of confidence.

“My… doctor?”

Dick stands abruptly to pace.

“What is happening?” He demands to no one.

“That’s what I want to know,” Damian chimes in.

“Damian,” Bruce calls to get his attention. “Damian, look at me.”

The teen turns to him in bewilderment.

“Who’s Damian?”

That question freezes them.

“What?” Jason asks. “Who the- If you’re not Damian, who are you?”

“Me? Who are you?”

Dick intervenes with raised hands. He approaches the bed like the teen is a scared animal.

“Okay. We’re starting over. Hi. I’m Dick. What’s your name?”

Not-Damian looks him up and down suspiciously.

“I’m Danny. Fenton. Danny Fenton. You- I thought you called me by my name earlier?”

Dick thinks back and gives a tight smile. “I said ‘Dami’, short for Damian, not Danny.”

Danny slumps back into the bed. “Oh.”

“We’ll figure this out, kiddo. Don’t worry-“

Bruce’s phone rings with an unknown number. He glances at the teen and shows him the screen.

“Do you recognize this number?”

“Yea, it’s mine,” Danny confesses.

Bruce puts it on speaker.

“Damian.”

“Father, it seems I’ve switched bodies with a civilian,” comes the voice.

“Wait, what?” Danny pats himself down. “Switched bodies?!”

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darkwolfofshadows · 19 hours ago

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ninety-nine times means i love you, right?

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darkwolfofshadows · 1 day ago

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darkwolfofshadows · 1 day ago

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Well, John, let's run this through the test. Would YOU have listened to you in Natasha's shoes? Thought not. Action Comics 806

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darkwolfofshadows · 1 day ago

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obligatory 'holding the bat' drawings

Kinda makes it look like there's two Batman and Superman but whatever

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darkwolfofshadows · 1 day ago

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kris's gallery

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darkwolfofshadows · 3 days ago

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had my friends send me random chapter numbers from the dandadan manga, and picked a panel from each chapter to redraw, hehe! I was just kinda messing around with these and getting a feel for the characters, so some are a bit wonky, but I had fun so that's what matters

original panels under the cut:

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darkwolfofshadows · 3 days ago

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How do you think eggmans father reacted after he found out about his sons animal cruelty?

I imagine that Ivo's father was unintentionally enabling of a lot of his son's behaviors, like his bad attitude and actions. He'd scold him when something he did interfered with and inconvenienced him personally more than anything else because he had a bit of selfishness and ego in him too, though nowhere near as bad as his son.

And that was only for the things he was actually around to see. I headcanon that his father was often very busy with work both in his main big Robotnik Corp business stuff and his side stuff as a mechanic in their garage, so he didn't see Ivo that often. It was very easy for him to do a lot of bad shit without his father ever having a single clue.

He would pretty much always do it far from his father's view and have plenty of time and ways to hide all evidence. When Ivo was only toying with animals themselves, his dad didn't get to learn about it. He may have discovered some of the aftermaths a few times but he had no idea that his son had done it and he couldn't prove anything.

If he had, he would've had an intervention because he'd know it was a bad sign and most concerning of his behavior. He knew of his behavioral issues of being bratty and bullying people too but he just put it down to him being spoiled, wealthy, and intelligent, so he was arrogant and had a lot of pride but he didn't have time to fix it.

Though I do imagine him learning of just one instance of his cruelty towards animals. That being through his first prototype of a robot that he ever made with the very early version of the Motobug idea I mentioned. That was a lot harder to hide with its size and all the materials and tools in his father's garage he used to make it.

But Ivo didn't even try to hide it because once he had figured out how to use the animal as its power source and could get it to move, he was very proud of himself and wanted to show it off to absolutely everyone. He found that causing trouble with it and scaring people was very fun and used it to torment people with immense glee.

While it looked different and rough back then and was less advanced, it was impressive for his age and had almost all the main components it has today. Razor sharp blades for claws, a motorcycle wheel, and animal encased inside. Biggest difference is it was like an RC as he didn't have the tech for it to move entirely independently.

He controlled it remotely because he didn't have programming to make it move where he wanted it, only the animal inside it, so he'd lose control of it at times but that just made it more fun to him. It crashed into a lot of the stuff in his father's garage and messed it up and Ivo didn't care to clean it up, he was too thrilled by his accomplishment to care.

So he drove it around and was happy to torment any creature or person with it. A fucked up robotic bug zooming at high speeds towards you on a motorcycle wheel welding sharp claws would be terrifying and his enjoyment in seeing their fear was another early sign of his sadistic streak, he loved his dangerous new toy and wanted to show it off.

He was still engrossed in this when his father finally got back from work and then he proceeded to proudly show it off to him. He was very amused by his father's fright and how he shrieked when Ivo made the unidentified high speed object make circles around him after having hours of practice in controlling it better which made it more menacing.

This was the biggest reaction Ivo ever got from his father for work he did and things he built. When he was impressed or proud of him, he wouldn't show it because of his own pride, other times he just didn't think it was as impressive in comparison to all that his father, Ivo's grandfather accomplished- and then most of the time he wasn't around to react at all.

So Ivo was pleased to get any big reaction, even if it was fear. It brought out his cheeky mischievous side and gave him a laugh. That was also a way Ivo's father unintentionally encouraged his bad behaviors because while he didn't approve, his reaction was so entertaining and he had the reward of having all his attention for a little while so it made him want to keep trying to get it.

His father's fear didn't last long, it quickly turned into just being appalled at the use of his expensive materials and state of his garage. He said "If you're gonna use my shit and make a mess of the place to make one of your weird inventions, the least you could do is make that thing trim the hedges or something instead of threatening me with it" XD

Ivo was also happy about the way his father actually seemed to express interest in the use it could have, so he decided to try it. He messed up other people's hedges practicing but when he felt he got it down, he trimmed the ones in their yard with it. But his father's reaction wasn't much more than "That's nice" in a mumble in passing before he went to work that day.

He didn't even know about the animal trapped inside for a while until he said he was going out to play with it again and his father noticed him reaching inside to take the animal out to see if it was still alive. He certainly thought it was very weird that an animal was in there but his suspicions and disapproval was never as strong as it should've been.

When Ivo saw him looking at him dangling the creature above his head teasingly, he explained he'd been powering it with that and his father found it hard to believe and figured the animal wasn't hurt and was just really like a passenger, which he knew must've been unpleasant for it but it didn't appear injured and at least it kept his son occupied.

So he just let it be and just told him to get it away from him in case it was diseased or something. So he knew his son was being mildly cruel with animals but only once and he didn't see enough to know how bad it was, otherwise he would've been horrified. He didn't know its life was being used up to power it and that it would eventually die.

Only then would he have realized it was a lot more messed up than what he thought was just a much milder, still dangerous and bad but mostly light-hearted cheeky fun of thinking it'd be funny to attach blades to a motorcycle robot he made. But that combined with the dark truth of what happens to the animals would've been a huge concern.

He never found out about the other ways he'd torment animals for sadistic fun both inside and outside his weird experiment inside the robot. Perhaps a couple of times he came close to catching more but Ivo could excuse it, say the critter tried to attack him and he defended himself, or the dead animal was roadkill or a study for homework.

His father never looked into or asked enough questions to learn what was really happening or his son's true intentions, he was too busy and didn't see what he did find out as serious as it was because Ivo didn't let him see the worst. It was the same when it came to him bullying, making his father think it was just banter that went a bit too far.

He at least knew his son's bad behavior in being bratty, snobby, egotistical because he was spoiled, rich, intelligent, and related to his famous grandfather. But he kept spoiling him because as long as he got his way, he wasn't as much as a nuisance to him personally and it was the one way to show him love as he was too busy for much else.

There are times he definitely should've taken it more seriously and as warnings and tried to get them fixed when he noticed. But there were times he just genuinely didn't understand the severity of the shit he got up to, or didn't even see it at all because he wasn't around him long enough. So in many cases, he was unintentionally enabling.

But Ivo being alone for hours to do whatever the fuck he wanted let him get up to all kinds of crazy and deranged shit on his own accord with no one aware to stop him or encourage it and he just genuinely loved it, so really he's the real reason why he's so terrible XD

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darkwolfofshadows · 3 days ago

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darkwolfofshadows · 3 days ago

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The King’s Perspective

DP x DC

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Danny was watching the news when he felt the distinctive tug of a Summoning Ritual. The reporter was saying that some fruitloops from another dimension were trying to invade earth. An average event for an Amity Park resident, but the rest of the planet weren’t nearly as well adjusted (or rather, numb to the trauma). Danny suspected this was the cause for the summons.

“Um. Danny?” Sam pointed at the TV. “You gonna sort that out or do you think the Justice League can handle it?” The three of them had been chilling out at Tuckers house and watching cartoons prior to the news alert.

“Uh, hang on, I can feel a Summons coming on…” Danny said, standing up and stretching out.

“Seriously? Now? Could these guys not have better timing??” Tucker groaned next to him. Or rather, groaned from the depths of the couch, as Danny couldn’t see much of him inside the wedge of blankets. There was a foot sticking out and that was it.

“Actually… I think it’s great timing” Danny hummed. “I recognize the caller ID” he huffed, letting himself get pulled away by the magic of the ritual, and shifting into his Ghost King appearance - the Observants would throw a tantrum if he didn’t, even if it is just John Constantine.

The ‘King Form’ transformation was different to ‘Going Ghost’. His regular transformation was no different to breathing, or flexing a muscle. He’d blink, and flesh and blood had been changed to ectoplasm and energy. The King Form, on the other hand, felt like a spiritual adrenaline rush. Danny could feel his core humming as his forearms turned to ice, and both arms split in two. His vision sharpened and became more vibrant as his secondary and tertiary eyes opened. He stretched his back and sighed in satisfaction as his flesh tore away to expose his bones- to this day Danny isn’t sure why that feels so satisfying, it’s like getting his back cracked after a long day. His legs melted together to form his long, serpentine tail. He ran his tongue over his sharpened teeth, flexed his claws and flicked his tail in satisfaction. All set.

He’d initially been self conscious about the King form, still was a little bit honestly, but his friends and family had assured him he looked great. Not too Eldritch horror to be traumatic, but enough to be comfortably unsettling. His mother had said the extra eyes were very pretty. His Dad had spent an hour poking at his newly exposed bones, fascinated (which is how Danny found out his spinal cord is ticklish, who knew).

He felt himself reaching his destination, and climbed his way out of the magic and back into the physical plane (no matter how many times he tried, he could never quite explain how Summonings felt. A tunnel of pure energy and ectoplasm was as close as he could get). Rising out of the portal, he was greeted by what appeared to be not only John Constantine, but the entire Justice League. Dang. No pressure. He spotted a lot of people flinch as he arose - not unreasonable, Danny was absolutely massive like this, and he was aware of how intimidating he looked. Constantine waved at him, drawing his full attention to the Justice League Dark and Founding members at the front of the crowd. He smiled at them, and the Flash went pale, seeing his teeth. Oops.

“Evening your majesty” Constantine grinned, “You look delightfully spooky today.” Danny appreciated that Constantine was comfortable enough with him at this point to be jovial, reverence was just creepy.

“Hellblazer” Danny chuckled. “You reek of cheep beer and cigarette smoke. Good to know you’re taking care of your health. Eager to join me in the realms?” Danny crossed one set of arms and set the others on his hips. Batman and Zatanna tensed at the perceived threat, but John just rolled his eyes.

“Hahah. Very funny. Do you really need to chirp about my health every time you see me?” The magician sighed.

“I’ll stop when you start prioritizing it” Danny rolled all six eyes, earning a shudder from Green Lantern. “I take it this is about your new interdimensional visitors?”

“You’re already aware of the situation then.” Batman said gruffly. It wasn’t so much of a question as it was a statement. Danny had to suppress a squeal - Batman and his clan were undeniably some of his favorite heroes, they were part of the reason he wanted to go to University in Gotham in the first place. He’d even taken the risk of apartment hunting near the infamous Crime Alley in the hope of seeing one specific Bat…

“News travels fast Dark Knight. Whoever first said ‘Dead Men tell no tales’ had clearly never met a Ghost before” Danny chuckled. He wasn’t going to tell them he was just watching TV, he didn’t want to give too much away in front of strangers. It’s not a total lie anyway, Ghosts did love a good gossip. “I take it you called me to get rid of them?”

“Indeed we did, a lot of lives are at stake.” Constantine grimaced. “I, John Constantine, on the behalf of the Justice League, ask for your aid in banishing these wankers from our dimension. Please” the Hellblazer’s bowed, the other leaguers following suit. Several JLD members sighed despairingly at John’s lack of formality.

“Eloquent” Danny quipped, and shrugged “of course you have my aid. But you know as well as I, that it cannot simply be given freely, as much as I would like to” Danny grimaced, running a hand through his hair and curling his tail below him to sit on.

“Yeah I know. Formality dictates a deal be made, blah blah blah.” Constantine rose from the bow with an annoyed sigh. “Remind me why you have to do that again? Because it’s not like you’ve got anyone to answer too.”

“I’ll be threatened with more paperwork. My desk is already overflowing, I can’t afford to get anymore.” Danny deadpanned. He really needed a secretary. “Besides, blowing off all the other Ghostly Offices and Officials would be a very Pariah Dark thing to do, and I’m trying to avoid that for very understandable reasons.”

“I get it I get it.” John sighed. “Well, can’t give you my bloody soul since you already have it, and I doubt you want anyone else’s either.”

“Definitely not. I really want to stay out of the Soul Trade as much as possible.” Danny grumbled. It was bad enough he inherited a bunch of contacts from Pariah when he took the throne, he didn’t want any more souls! He’s only acquired two by himself so far, Razer had caught him by surprise, and he couldn’t exactly refuse Satan’s ‘gift’. “Tradition and formality dictate that the payment must be of significant value to the summoner, so something like a sandwich would be considered insufficient, no matter how much I wish it wasn’t. I need something significant, in order to not have those OCD eyeball-jerks the Observants up in arms later.” Green Arrow repeated that last part, muttering in confusion.

“You would save the world for a sandwich?” Superman asked, looking rather taken aback.

“Sandwiches are good” Danny shrugged, ignoring the crowds mutters of ‘why would an eldritch horror want a sandwich’ and a few murmurs of ‘he’s not wrong’. “I have no desire for souls, and find slaves, brides and firstborns to be tasteless and vile. So while they would be sufficient, I would not accept them on principle.”

“Would things of Monetary value be sufficient? Or money in and of itself?” Batman queried. Danny hummed, considering the question. Does Batman have money? Is that why he’s asking? Justice League has to get funding from somewhere… Wes Weston’s ��Batman is a Wayne family member’ conspiracy surfaced in his mind, and Danny quickly swatted it back to the depths on principle.

“It can be, but the cost would be need to be proportionate to the request, and I’d rather not bankrupt anyone.” Danny sighed.

“You mentioned not wanting souls or lives, but what of blood sacrifice itself?” Wonder Woman asked. Danny recalled that the ancient Greeks would sacrifice animals to the gods, so this wasn’t too surprising coming from her.

“I have… mixed feelings regarding that. I refuse to accept human sacrifices of course, but animals are reasonably acceptable. I’ve no issue with consuming flesh and blood, if anything my Doctor would encourage it, but I have close allies that deeply frown upon sacrifices of that nature, and admittedly I find it uncomfortable myself.” Sam would re-kill him if he accepted a slaughtered animal. “I’ve seen enough dead goats at this point for several un-lifetimes…” Danny muttered bitterly.

“S-s-starting to see why you’d r-rather accept a s-sandwich. This i-is sup-prisingly c-complicated.” Flash grinned awkwardly. Danny attempted to give him a reassuring smile, but judging by his reaction he wasn’t very successful. Dangit.

“Breathe speedster. Remember that I mean you no harm.” Danny murmured as gently as he could. He really didn’t, despite how much work the Flashpoints gave both him and Clockwork (who probably would mean the speedster harm if they ever met). The Flash did not look 100% convinced, but still seemed grateful for the assurance.

“This is getting difficult.” Superman scowled. “Lives are on the line, we need to act fast.”

“I share your anxiety, son of Krypton. I take no pleasure or satisfaction from lives being cut short prematurely, as mine once was.” Danny sighed, leaning back. The JL members were muttering amongst themselves. Trying to come up with ideas. His last comment got a few winces of sympathy from the crowd, particularly the JLD. They no doubt were wondering how violent and cruel his demise must have been, in order to create a spirit like him. Danny was going to let them continue thinking that, as there was no way he was ever letting them find out he died by ‘electrocution & an inter-dimensional portal opening on his head due to Teenage stupidity’.

Danny let the whispers and mutters of the crowd flow over him, but regretted it quickly. Unsurprisingly, the Ghost King form was unpopular. Many people in attendance were clearly frightened and uncomfortable with his appearance. Danny would switch back to regular Phantom if he could, but he could only drop it once the deal was made and no sooner, otherwise he’d never hear the end of it from the Observants!! God he hated those eyeball-bastards and their commitment to traditions. They seemed determined to drown him in paperwork! And thanks to their Traditions and Formalities he was scaring 90% of the caped community. Not the kind of first impression Danny would have preferred.

“…For the sake of my sanity would you stop lusting over the Eldritch horror?!” A voice suddenly wheezed out. Ahh, of course. There’s always one or two Teratophiliacs in the crowd. As much as Danny disliked people being scared of the king form, the Monsterfucker community creeped him out. Sometimes they just got a bit too… intense. Danny glanced over to see who had been speaking, and was immediately stunned. What in the heck? That was the Batfamily. One of them was… interested? What? Most of them appeared to be talking to Red Hood, does that mean… w-was it him? There was no denying that Hood was Danny’s favorite among the Gotham Vigilantes. For… um, multiple reasons, most of which Sam and Val still teased him for. Hood then removed his helmet and… wow. He’s actually pretty handsome… forget that. He’s gorgeous. Danny should probably focus but-

“I will not. That is single-handedly the most beautiful and hot creature I have ever seen in my life, and I have no shame in admitting that!” What. “I do not care if he’s an undead eldritch horror, he could do utterly unspeakable things to me and I would thank him for the rest of eternity. I shit you not, I would have his fucking children if I was biologically capable of it.” Double What. “I have never seen a being more ethereally beautiful and haunting, and I am genuinely tempted to write poetry about how gorgeous he is. And I would appreciate it if you would ease off my back about it, and just let me enjoy my fantasies in peace, alright?” Hood finished his tirade, much to the shock of both his siblings and Danny. He’d been rather loud, and several people had noticed Danny looking in that direction, baffled. Danny on the other hand…

…Oh ANCIENTS. That really just happened?! Holy crap holy crap holy crap! Red Hood. RED HOOD. Thought… all that?! About Danny?! Danny’s vigilante celebrity crush of all people?! He liked the Ghist King form?! ANCIENTS GIVE HIM STRENGTH. RED HOOD IS INTO DANNY. This was definitely not how Danny thought this summoning would go, he’d have thought he’d died and gone to heaven if it weren’t for the fact he was already dead multiple times over!

“Well, I have good news for you Hood” Robin spoke, having noticed Danny’s attention on them.

“What?”

“His Majesty apparently has very keen hearing”. Red Hood abruptly turned and saw Danny staring, and his face went bright red.

“…Oh”

There was a beat of silence, before Danny felt his face heat up and he quickly covered it, letting a flustered little whine escape him, decorum be damned. He’d heard things like t-that before, even in regular phantom form, but he’d never really heard it from anyone who Danny actually found likeable or attractive. Especially not where the king form was concerned. For once, Danny has been gifted a Monsterfucker he was genuinely into!! Thank you universe!! Dammit, he could hear Constantine snickering! Bastard!

“W-well. Thank you, that is um… quite the confidence booster” Danny choked out, peeking out at Red Hood through a gap between his fingers. Hood looked like he was blushing even harder, and damn it was cute! Danny wanted to burn that image into his retinas. All six of them.

“Y-you’re Welcome.” Hood replied, sounding a little hoarse. Now that Danny thought about it, he’d never heard Hood’s voice without the Helmet’s vocoder distorting it. He has a very nice voice, you can actually hear the Jersey accent. It would sound pretty nice screaming his naaaAAA DANIEL JAMES FENTON. NO. BAD GHOST KING. NOW IS NOT THE TIME TO BE HORNY.

“Oh my fucking god” Red Robin and Spoiler wheezed, partially collapsing from laughter. Signal and Orphan looked like they were barely keeping their composure, and Robin and Nightwing looked various different levels of horrified. Oh fuck, right, they have an audience here. Focus Danny focus!!

“Ahahah let’s back to the negotiations ey???!” Danny yelped, turning back to Constantine and removing his hands from his face and forcing a more confident grin onto his face. Constantine was clearly not convincinced by the display, and the other JL members weren’t quite sure how they felt about seeing more of Danny’s teeth. Batman looked like he was reevaluating life decisions, which was fair.

“Yes. We d-definitely should” Constantine choked, still laughing. Danny glared at him.

“John I swear to the ancients I can and will sic Youngblood on you again if you don’t shut up” Danny hissed. Constantine immediately groaned.

“Oh Christ please don’t. He threw eggs and toilet paper at me for a full forty eight hours. I don’t know where he got that many eggs, or that much bog roll, but I can’t face doing that much laundry again” he groaned, causing a few snickers from his coworkers. “Alright look, you’re a Guardian Spirit right? Protection based obsession? You could probably knock the price down since this likely counts as obsession fulfillment, right?” Oh fuck, yes! Why hadn’t Danny thought of that sooner!!

“You’re right, it does, I should have thought of that. It would decrease the price dramatically, since I’d be protecting such a large volume of people” Danny felt his core buzz excitedly at the prospect. “Actually, Obsession fulfillment can be considered a form of payment in and of itself!” It just didn’t happen very often because obsessions are complicated.

“Alright then! Now we’re getting somewhere!” Constantine grinned.

“Do you have other obsessions we could fulfill?” Zatanna queried. Green Lantern paled a little.

“His other obsessions could be something weird and dangerous, why would she ask that?? That just seems so unnecessarily risky” He muttered under his breath. Danny folded his arms, a little annoyed.

“I can hear you, Lantern” Danny said coldly, and the man immediately went white as a sheet and began stuttering apolgies. He shut up when Danny held up a hand.

“I understand your concern, believe me. There are plenty of unsavory spirits out there. I just wasn’t thrilled with your tone.” Danny sighed. “To answer your question Zatanna, my other primary obsession is Space. I’ve been in love with the cosmos since I was very young, and it carried over in death.” Danny explained sheepishly.

“That explains the cloak, I just thought it was for aesthetic purposes” Aquaman hummed. Danny lifted some of the material, smile fond. A few awed gasps sounded out as a couple shooting stars zoomed across the folds.

“Ah! I’ve got an idea!” Constantine grinned. “It fulfills the space obsession, and the protection one a bit! Your career started out as a small town vigilante right?”

“Started and remains so, I haven’t yet left the hero business, and don’t really plan on doing so any time soon” Danny shrugged. “Why’d you ask?”

“Wait, Constantine, you can’t be thinking of..” Green Arrow began.

“A Justice League membership would give you watchtower access.” Constantine grinned, and Danny’s eyes widened. Several people sputtered.

“Constantine, King Phantom is a massive unknown to us, we can’t just—” Superman protested. Batman nodded in agreement.

“It’d be fine. Phantom is a Guardian Spirit at heart. Giving him long term access to the watchtower would mean it’s protected against all supernatural threats, and in the case of a similar incident ever cropping up, we could simply call on him as another Member, and we wouldn’t have to go through this summoning ritual bullshite again. I can vouch for his character” John explained, before turning to Danny and speaking in choppy Ghost Speak with a mischievous grin. “It also mean that you is more likely to be path-crossing with Red Hood.”

Holy crap. This would be AWESOME. WATCHTOWER ACCESS?! He could hang out on the coolest space station ever?! Surrounded by cool heroes?! Working with them?? Making a much better second impression since the first one is scaring most of them?? Local hero Danny Phantom finally getting the recognition, support and respect he’s been craving since he was 14?? And beating Red Huntress to it is so totally a bonus!! Suck it Valerie!! And… oh man. Red Hood. Working together. Sharing a break room. That. That is an image. That is an image Danny likes. Oh ancients, potential for Office romance moments? (Is Danny still reeling from the fact he actually has a shot with Hood? 100%).

Who cares if the Observants don’t think it’s enough, Danny is not passing up this opportunity. “You’ve got a deal Hellblazer. I’d be honoured” Danny replied, bowing and barely containing his excitement. Danny stretched out his hand, condensing energy into solid matter and forming a Contract, holding it out to Constantine to take. The mage took it, grinning victoriously, but was met with several people protesting loudly. Dangit, Danny thought it was too easy —

“I stand with Constantine on this. A Guardian Spirit as strong as High King Phantom would be an invaluable asset to us all” Dr Fate spoke out over the crowd, silencing all voices of dissent. He’d been silent up until now, but Danny had noticed him scrutinizing him. Guess he… passed the test? Yay regardless. “…Do remember to read the fine print Constantine” the doctor murmured quietly.

“I’m not a bloody rookie, get your shiny mug out of my arse you wanker” Constantine grumbled. “No insidious loopholes for us to be snared in, and we’re allowed to terminate it at any time. Best deal you can probably get, especially from someone of Phantom’s caliber” Constantine smiled, signing his name and passing it to be signed by the rest of the JLD and Founding members. They all scanned the contract before signing. There were still some grumbling, but Zatanna told them that it was worth it for the amount of lives that will be saved. Finally, the contract was signed, and dissipated in a puff of smoke. Danny felt the distinctive tug on his core indicating the deal was done. FINALLY.

“Alright, the deal is made and all the terms are agreed upon. The contract is officially signed. I will deal with the invading forces, and make sure they will never be able to cut through to another dimension in the name of tyranny again” Danny straightened up as he spoke. “I will depart and deal with the threat at once.”

“The Justice League is in your debt King Phantom” Batman spoke, bowing respectfully. Now, Danny needed to go and chuck the fruitloop invaders back into their own dimension, and ward it against them escaping it again without noble intentions. It shouldn’t be too time consuming or exhausting… so he… Danny probably had time to… oh for the love of, just do it coward!! Danny turned once more to Red Hood, who immediately snapped to attention. Robin and Nightwing both reached for their weapons, while Red Robin pulled out a phone, smirking.

“Um. B-before I go, uh…” Danny mumbled nervously, looking away nervously. “R-Red Hood, if I may speak with you for a moment?” Holy crap he’s really doing this holy crap holy crap holy crap. Be cool Fenton! Red Hood walked up to the edge of the summoning circle, apparently oblivious to the terrified hissing and discouraging from Nightwing and Robin. Danny gulped nervously, hoping that his normal form wasn’t too much of a let down, and shifted back to regular Phantom, keeping the ring, crown and cloak. Danny immediately felt relieved when the blush returned to the vigilante’s cheeks - standard Phantom was still a hit! Blushing, Danny reached into his chest and began fumbling for his phone. Keys, wallet, emergency chloroform, Fenton Thermos, Soup Thermos, PHONE!!

“I-I’m cool with exchanging contact info, I-if you’d like to meet up and get lunch sometime?” Danny smiled nervously. “T-this is a lot easier than summoning circles, certainly much less messy” he explained while gesturing to the beat up looking phone. Hopefully this isn’t too sudden…

Red Hood gaped at him for a minute, before frantically fumbling for his own phone. “Y-yeah! I am very cool with that. Totally cool, very enthusiastic. I would love to have lunch with you sometime” he said, pulling out the phone and pulling up the New Contact page. The pair exchanged phone numbers, putting each other’s contact information in.

“Um. Y’know, not the first time someone’s y’know. Reacted like that to the Ghost King Form. It’s just… first time it’s been from someone this hot” Danny admitted, glancing up at the vigilante. Ancients he was hot. Now that they’re eye level Danny could see all the details and was mentally filing them away for later when he was alone. Ugh, those muscles, and his hair looks so fluffy! Scars look pretty hot too, Danny could wouldn’t mind adding in a few of his own marks to that stunning canvas - focus Danny!!

“R-really? High praise coming from you King Phantom” Hood smiled. Danny resisted the urge to kiss that smile… and that jawline… and neck…. shoulders… wait shit! He needs to give the guy his actual name first!!

“Oh, you can call me Danny. My full name’s Danny Phantom.” He said quickly while phasing his phone back into his body, unable to wipe the grin off his face.

“Danny then. Cute name” Hood smirked. Oh Danny really wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Preferably by pinning him against a wall. Or floor, or potentially a ceiling — The nearest available flat surface. “So, you thought I was hot?” Focus Danny, you can be horny later.

“Oh yes, drop dead gorgeous.” Danny laughed. “Not to mention what you said had my cold dead heart skip a beat or two.” Or maybe flat out stop it for a few seconds, but no one needs to know that.

“Was that a death pun? What that two death puns?” Hood asked, eyes wide with amusement and surprise. Ahh, so he also appreciates dark humour. God, he was way too perfect. Danny is definitely going off the deep end here.

“Mayybe” Danny smirked. Time to show off, just a little. And also indulge, just a little (he couldn’t resist, Hood was WAY too hot!!). Danny pushed some energy into his hands, and casually tore through the summoning barrier. He leaned in, while his target was still stunned, and promptly gave Hood a chaste little peck on the cheek. Ancients, he smelt fantastic! He smelt of Lazarus Ecto, Curses and tea, plus Danny could actually detect a hint of gunpowder, which was insanely sexy.

He then yoinked himself back and flew away, before his poor impluse control got the better of him. He spotted Nightwing lying prone on the floor and Spoiler wheeze laughing. Guess the guy fainted. “OKAYGOTTAGOSAVELIVESNOWCALLMEBYEEEEEEE!!” He screamed, hurting out of the watchtower window and towards the dimensional rip. He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“FUUUUUUUUCKKK YEEEEEEEESSS!!” Danny screamed with joy, body slamming a spaceship back through the Interdimensional Rip. He has a date with The Red Hood! Danny Phantom has a date with The Red Hood!

Finally, the invaders were dealt with. He’d basically just drop kicked several battleships back into their native dimension, and sent Dan, Fright Knight, Pandora and the Skeleton Army to collect (and beat up) any stragglers, while weaving a ward around that dimension. Unless they were doing it with good intentions, no one could get out of that dimension.

He opened a portal into his room and collapsed on his bed with an exhausted but happy wheeze. He pulled his belongings out of himself with a grin, before shifting back to human form. Jazz was walking by, but upon noticing the flash of light from his transformation, quickly dashed in.

“Danny!! You’re back!! I saw the news, you did it!!” She cheered, bundling him up into a crushing hug. Danny, at that point, was too exhausted to hug her back, so just nuzzled his head against her chest. She released him, and laughed as he plopped back down into his bed like a ragdoll. “Oof, okay. You look like shit, so I assume you’re exhausted.”

“Dead tired” Danny chuckled.

“Can you at least give me the highlights??” Jazz smiled, then smirked. “You’ve got a stupid grin on your face so I take it something good happened.”

“Well, firstly: I’m joining the Justice League” he grinned. Jazz’s eyes widened, before she squealed in joy and hugged him again, this time lifting Danny up and spinning him around the room, before droppping him back on the bed. “Don’t tell mom and dad until tomorrow. I don’t have the energy for their particular brand of enthusiasm right now” Danny wheezed.

“I won’t but congratulations congratulations congratulations!!” She grinned, sitting up. “You’ve earned it little brother, seriously. Anything else??”

“Ohhhh definitely. But you can tell nobody, it’s my news to share” Danny grinned. She nodded gravely, grinning again when Danny lifted his phone. Time for the bombshell to end all bombshells: “I got Red Hood’s fucking phone number” he grinned victoriously.

Jazz proceeded to loose her mind, quite loudly. Danny had to clamp a hand over her mouth, laughing, so she wouldn’t wake their parents. Suffice to say his big sister was happy for him.

Oh ancients, Danny could not wait to text Red Hood in the morning…

PART ONE

And here’s the highly requested part two!! Thank you all so much for all the love on the first part, I’m so glad you all enjoyed it! Hope this lives up to your expectations.

I will be continuing this further, and posting this on Ao3. All future additions to the story will be posted there.

Again, thank you for all the love, & if you’ve got potential date ideas for these two idiots I’d love to hear them.

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Six-Eyed, Undead Royal Beauty

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It started with Earth being invaded by beings from a foreign dimension. They’d used some weird combination of magic and science to carve their way into this dimension, and were set on conquering Earth to use the inhabitants as a slave force/food supply/something else sinister and morally abhorrent. Jason wasn’t 100% paying attention to what these guys goals were, he just knew he was allowed to shoot the scumbags.

Anyway: interdimensional threat, requires interdimensional aid. The JL Dark had decided on summoning the King of the Infinite Realms. Which sounds intense and risky, but Constantine had assured them all it was fine. Apparently the last king was dethroned, and the new ruler was quite keen on maintaining balance, and not being a ‘Tyrannical Dimension-Razing Wanker like Pariah Dark had been’ (John Constantine at his finest).

Apparently there had been friendly encounters with the king before. Raven had met with the king, seeking his aid in emancipating herself from her father. She had described King Phantom as kind hearted and rather humorous, but absolutely ruthless when the chips were down - Trigon no longer held sway over Raven, and she was forever in King Phantom’s debt.

One of the Green Lantern Team’s allies, some Emo, Bichomatic Lantern called Razer (Jason did not know those guys came in more than one colour until now), had apparently sold Phantom his soul in return for finding his missing/dead girlfriend (that whole situation has been labeled as ‘Existentially Complicated’ by Hal Jordan). When he had been called to confirm, Razer had explained that King Phantom was immensely uncomfortable about the whole Soul-Owning part, and was actually very enthusiastic about helping to reunite the lovers. As for the Soul Contract part, it had been reduced to 100 years of service and a garuntee of employment after Razer’s inevitable demise. Jason thought that was a pretty good deal, all things considered.

Constantine’s soul also belonged to King Phantom apparently. This was not very surprising, because it felt like almost everybody had a claim to the Hellblazer’s soul at this point (even Tim, who initially drew up that contract as a joke). The High King apparently had a disagreement with Satan himself at one point, and the devil had politely ‘gifted’ Phantom the Hellblazer’s soul in retaliation. Every contract Constantine had ever made with a Hellborn creature had been passed onto King Phantom, in an act of Pettiness disguised as respect. ‘According to king Phantom, I’m that annoying’ Constantine had announced proudly. Everyone agreed that a) that’s not something he should be proud of, and b) yes he is that annoying. Much like Razer, Constantine had a nice, cushy desk job waiting for him when he eventually kicks the bucket.

All in all, they had good reason to believe High King Phantom would assist them in their time of need. Since it had been an all hands on Deck Scenario, Jason was here with the rest of the Batfamily, fighting alongside the rest of the Costumed Community - every hero, vigilante and antihero had been called in. Currently, Jason was toward the back of the crowd with his siblings, while the JLD and the Founding Members negotiated with King Phantom. The rest of the crowd were monitoring the situation planetside or gossiping. Naturally, their Royal Guest currently in the huge summoning circle was the primary topic being discussed.

And dear god, was the High King an incredible, beautiful sight to behold. Phantom was over four stories tall, with snowy white hair that faded into soft vapour. His skin was a pale blueish gray, and he had long pointed ears, and six glowing green eyes. When the king spoke, Jason could see that his serrated teeth and long, razor sharp canines were Lazarus green, and that his tongue was forked. When he smiled, it was a little too wide to be considered normal. He had four arms, the forearms seemingly made of living ice, with phantom’s green-tinged bones visible through them. His torso was partially melted away, revealing part of his glowing green ribcage and spinal cord. His hips were covered, his flesh returning, and forming a long, black, coiling tail seemingly formed of wispy tendrils. His hands had long, talon-like claws that looked like they could spear through multiple entire humans, and looked sharp enough to shred through metal with ease. He seemed to be clothed in a skin tight, black and white jumpsuit, and had a flowing cape that looked like it contained the cosmos in its folds. His kingly artifacts, the crown and ring, glowed a pulsating, neon green, emanating strength and power.

He looked terrifying, a being of pure Death. A great deal of the room looked up at King Phantom in fear.

He was the most beautifully harrowing thing Jason had ever seen. It didn’t help that Phantom has such a kind looking smile, despite his less human features. He had such a gentle and friendly voice too, and yet he still commanded power with it. Jason’s poor dark romance obsessed heart was swooning HARD… And unfortunately it was kind of obvious, even with the helmet on.

“Hood. Not the time for Gay Panic. Or Monsterfucker panic.” Tim hissed, elbowing him. “I get it, I can kind of see where you’re coming from, but for the love of god pull yourself together.”

“Shut up, just let me enjoy the view in peace” Jason hissed back, eyes not leaving the six-eyed, undead, royal beauty before him. He swallowed, throat feeling dry, despite the fact Jason was probably drooling. Definitely drooling.

“I agree with Red Robin. For once. This is unbecoming of you hood.” Damian chimed in, annoyed. “That is an eldritch emissary of death itself. It reeks of the Lazarus pits. Do not fall for it.”

“Really not sure why you’re so enamored anyway. That guy looks scary as shit” Nightwing grumbled, eyes trained suspiciously on the giant ghost, posture tense. He clearly did not share Jason’s superior taste.

“Shut the fuck up” Jason growled, annoyed. He just wanted to ogle the undead eye-candy without his siblings audibly judging him for it, judge him in your heads like normal people for crying out loud.

“He’s very polite and friendly” Cass remarked neutrally. She looked a little uncomfortable, but Phantom clearly didn’t set off as many warning alarms for her as he did for Dick and Damien.

“Please do not indulge Jason’s monsterfucker agenda” Tim groaned. Steph laughed.

“The lights and colours on this guy…. I mean he is kind of mesmerizing, to be fair to hood” Duke hummed, staring at King Phantom with awe.

“Thank you Signal, for being the only guy here to back me up” Jason grumbled, folding his arms defensively.

“Well, to be fair to the others, I’m like 90% sure you’re drooling under the helmet Big Red” Steph laughed, and Jason flipped the bird at her in response.

“I totally am, and I feel zero shame for it” Jason grinned. “That guy is a solid 12/10, an absolute bombshell of an Entity” he purred. Tim gagged dramatically.

“Oh fucking hell little wing, for the sake of my sanity would you stop lusting over the Eldritch horror?!” Nightwing wheezed, glancing between Jason and Phantom’s titanic floating form in mostly hidden terror. Alright, that’s it. Time to horrify his siblings in public. Maybe this will teach them to keep their mouths shut. Jason turned to his brother, taking the helmet off so Dick could see his domino mask covered face as he said this.

“I will not. That is single-handedly the most beautiful and hot creature I have ever seen in my life, and I have no shame in admitting that!” Jason announced proudly. “I do not care if he’s an undead eldritch horror, he could do utterly unspeakable things to me and I would thank him for the rest of eternity. I shit you not, I would have his fucking children if I was biologically capable of it. I have never seen a being more ethereally beautiful and haunting, and I am genuinely tempted to write poetry about how gorgeous he is. And I would appreciate it if you would ease off my back about it, and just let me enjoy my fantasies in peace, alright?”

Dick’s mouth was agape, speechless. Jason smiled, smug. That wasn’t even the most shameless thing he could have said, there were a lot of thoughts rattling around in his brain and only 80% were PG-13. Even his other siblings had been shocked into silence. He was so proud he didn’t even notice how quiet things had gotten.

“Well, I have good news for you Hood” Damien wheezed, and Jason turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

“His Majesty apparently has very keen hearing” Damien finished, eyes trained nervously on the high king in question. Jason quickly turned to see not only a large portion of the Justice League staring at him in confusion or shock… but King Phantom himself staring at him, wide eyed and mouth agape.

Oops

“…oh.” Jason said intelligently, face turning as red as his helmet. He really hoped King Phantom wasn’t offended by that little outburst. In hindsight, Jason really should have guessed that the guy who’s ears were roughly the same size as a car would have good hearing. He could see Constantine suppressing Laughter, and Bruce had his head in his hands. Welp, this is what he gets for being Horny in public. Phantom had completely frozen up, and Jason frantically started thinking of apologies. He’d definitely screwed this up.

Suddenly, phantom’s mouth snapped shut, his face turning bright green, and he reeled back a bit, covering all six eyes with both sets of hands. Jason swore the guy whimpered a little. It was a noise Jason would replay in his mind for ever.

“W-well. Thank you, that is um… quite the confidence booster” Phantom choked out, flustered and flushed, peeking out at Jason through a gap between his fingers. Cute.

“Y-you’re Welcome.” Jason replied, equally flustered. Holy shit holy shit holy shit that response was ADORABLE. Have Mercy on Jason’s poor battered soul! He can’t handle this!! His mind is already picking potential wedding outfits! And that’s not a small feat when you account for the size difference!

“Oh my fucking god” Steph and Tim wheezed, barely containing their laughter. Fair enough to them, the laughter is earned.

“Ahahah let’s back to the negotiations ey???!” Phantom yelped nervously, turning back to Constantine and removing his hands from his face and grinning. He was still bright green and he looked so monumentally flustered and awkward, Jason was swooning once more. God, if King Phantom was interested in a consort…

“I think we should probably give up on Hood” Robin sighed “he’s too far gone”. He was met with a series of agreeing grunts and grumbles.

The talks went on for a bit longer, the JL and JLD finally hashing out a contract that wouldn’t negatively impact the JL, and that wouldn’t ‘have those OCD eyeball-jerks the Observants up in arms later’. Phantoms pointy ear-tips were still flushed green.

“Alright, the deal is made and all the terms are agreed upon. The contract is officially signed. I will deal with the invading forces, and make sure they will never be able to cut through to another dimension in the name of tyranny again” Phantom spoke formally, his voice firm and confident. “I will depart and deal with the threat at once.”

“The Justice League is in your debt King Phantom” Bruce bowed his head respectfully, and Phantom returned the bow graciously. Then the king… lingered. Awkward. He glanced toward Jason, who straightened up.

“Um. B-before I go, uh…” Phantom mumbled nervously, before averting his gaze. “R-Red Hood, if I may speak with you for a moment?”Jason gulped, walking forward to stand at the front of the crowd, before king Phantom. He could feel everyone’s eyes on him. Phantom gulped, before there was suddenly a flash of light, as Phantom’s form seems to shift, morph and shrink, until a significantly smaller figure stood before him. It was unmistakably still King Phantom, despite not looking more like a regular person (if you ignore the glowing, the grey-blue skin, white hair and green eyes), his crown and ring still present. Only now, the cape looked more like a cloak, and his jumpsuit resembled a simplistic Hero getup. He also had legs now. They were nice legs. They would probably look great while pinning Jason down on the floor, while Phantoms boot pressed against his throat— FOCUS JASON. HEAD OUT OF GUTTER.

Phantom was still green-faced and sheepish. He hesitantly reached into his sternum - hand going right inside himself - and pulled out a battered looking phone. Apparently instead of pockets, Phantom just kept his possessions inside his body. Fascinating.

“I-I’m cool with exchanging contact info, I-if you’d like to meet up and get lunch sometime?” Phantom smiled at him, nervously. “T-this is a lot easier than summoning circles, certainly much less messy” the ghost explained, gesturing to the phone.

Jason gaped, before springing into action and pulling out his favorite burner phone. Holy shit holy shit holy shit. Hot eldritch shapeshifter wants to go on a date. This is the best day ever. “Y-yeah! I am very cool with that. Totally cool, very enthusiastic. I would love to have lunch with you sometime” Jason rambled as he walked up to the edge of the summoning circle, and the pair began typing in each other’s numbers. Phantom still had the claws and fangs, but they look looked less likely to carve through his flesh and shred Jason to pieces (he wouldn’t mind if they did, it’d be such a sexy way to go).

“Um. Y’know, not the first time someone’s y’know. Reacted like that to the Ghost King Form.” Phantom murmured. “It’s just… first time it’s been from someone this hot” the King smiled, looking up at Jason through his hair. God, how does this guy alternate between being super hot and super cute so well. It’s unfair.

“R-really? High praise coming from you King Phantom” Jason smiled, finishing typing in the Kings digits and pocketing his phone. Play it cool Todd.

“Oh, you can call me Danny. My full name’s Danny Phantom.” Danny grinned at him. The king of all dead and ruler of the infinite realms name was Danny. Fucking Danny. It’s perfect.

“Danny then. Cute name” Jason smirked, earring him a blush from the Ghost. “So, you thought I was hot?”

“Oh yes, drop dead gorgeous.” Danny laughed, oh what a beautiful sound that was. “Not to mention what you said had my cold dead heart to skip a beat or two.”

“Was that a death pun? What that two death puns?” Why did Jason find that adorable? God they share a love of death puns. His heart just skipped a damn beat!

“Mayybe” Danny smirked, before tearing through the summoning barrier (HE COULD DO THAT THE WHOLE TIME), causing several people to curse and yell in shock, and gave Jason a peck on the cheek. Before he could react, Danny zoomed off towards the chaos, yelling “OKAYGOTTAGOSAVELIVESNOWCALLMEBYEEEEEEE!!” As he left, phasing through the Watchtower window. Jason stood there, brain sending him the Error 404 message as he stood there in shock. He sat down.

“Holy fucking shit” Jason wheezed, breaking the silence.

“Holy fucking shit indeed! Congratulations Red Hood! You just scored one hell of a date!” Constantine laughed. “Fucking hell kid. I’ve seen cosmic powered entities get flustered before, but never one that powerful! You just won the bloody lottery.”

The whole room was alight with conversation. Jason had kind of forgotten that the Justice League was even there, or that the world was a stake! He flopped backward against the ground, staring up at the watchtower cieling. He’d just, apparently, wooed an all powerful undead spirit in under a minute. Damn. Jason could see Bruce approaching him slowly.

“Son.” Bruce said, tonelessly.

“Save it old man, I don’t want a lecture” Jason sighed, closing his eyes.

“I… I don’t have a lecture for that” Bruce admitted, sounding as shocked as Jason felt. “Im still processing everything I just saw. I don’t know what just happened.”

“Me neither to be honest” Jason wheezed.

“…Congratulations. Be cautious… I suppose” Bruce mumbled, still shocked at the series of events. “Be sure to form contingencies if Phantom’s attentions turn sour.”

“Thanks B.” Jason responded, lying there on the watchtower floor, wondering if that was all a dream. The rest of the League ran around him, still paying attention to the crisis Phantom was actively solving. Holy crap. Jason Todd-Wayne had a date with the Ghost King.

…

“…I think Nightwing fainted!” Superboy yelled, lifting the limp form of Nightwing. Oops.

PART TWO

Should I continue this + post it to Ao3? Lemme know in the comments.

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