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DPxDC Pale Blue Eyes

[ 1 2 3 4 5 + 1 kisses]

For the record, Tim was just walking down the road. Minding his business. Sipping on a third — maybe fourth, he doesn't exactly count them — cup of iced mocha. He wasn't even on his phone, he was watching where he was going, he's had a relatively good (six consecutive full hours!) rest last night, and, overall, he was having a nice day.

But, of course, you can't have nice shit in Gotham, so the key word here is 'was'.

Because then, out of literally nowhere, appeared a boy, grabbed him by the shoulders, said, "I'm so incredibly sorry for this," in the most genuinely apologetic tone Tim’s ever heard, and-

And leaned forward, pressing his lips to Tim’s.

His eyes were pale blue, like early morning sky just before dawn.

The touch was quick, barely lasting a moment, and then the boy was already running away, leaving Tim very, very fucking confused over what the hell that was.

But, well, at least the boy was cute? And he apologized?..

Being randomly kissed on the street by a stranger sure didn't make it to Tim’s list of 'things he'd like to experience a second time', though. But it also didn't quite reach the 'make sure it doesn't ever happen again' level.

Tim shook his head, took another sip of his drink, and went on his way. Considering the entire insanity of his life, this didn't even rank, really.

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DPxDC Eat Them

So, the JL summons the Ghost King, yadda yadda, you know the drill, and he comes in full regalia. Inhuman appearance, Crown of Fire floating in top of his glowing white hair, runes flickering around, cape made of stars, the whole deal.

Only there's also a child in his hands. Or, well, not in his hands exactly — a feral gremlin with black voids for eyes is crawling around the Ghost King like he's a particularly climbable tree, as the King is trying to catch it and hold it in one place. He is very unsuccessful at it.

The whole thing is accompanied by stunned silence from the JL around, loud and excited staticky screeching from the child that looks no bigger than a toddler, and the King's incoherent cries of exasperation.

Batman clears his throat. Both the child and the King freeze, looking at him like deer in headlights: just two pairs of wide open, very cryptid eyes staring at him. Constantine jumps in, trying to formally greet the royalty despite the chaos. But as soon as he is talking, the child resumes their daring escapade across King's figure, climbing down his leg with impressive speed and biting on King's toes. Their teeth are way too sharp, mouth way too big, and the King is very obviously stifling a scream of pain before he finally snatches the child, holds them out in his hands and glares at them.

Constantine trails off because it looks like no one is listening either way — the King and the Kid are having a staring contest.

"Behave," says the King, shaking the child a little. The little gremlin giggles, then turns their head 180°, like an owl, and greets the people around.

"Great, okay, you were saying?" The King, seemingly satisfied by that, turns to JL, still holding the kid in his outstretched hands. The child squirms and sprouts a few very uncoordinated tentacles that try wrapping themselves around King's hands and drip toxic green goo on the floor. The King is unfazed.

The JL promptly decides to act the same — except Batman, who is very clearly more focused on the kid now — and explains the situation. Hey, we need a hand, there's an alien invasion/sentient robot revolution/wild plant attack/any other apocalypse event that involves a lot of targets! Do you mind?

The Ghost King looks at them, looks at the kid, then at them again. Then he sighs, weary and tired, mutters a few quiet words to the ceiling like he's praying or cursing his entire life.

And then, he turns the child so they face the general direction of the threat. "Look, sweet cheeks, do you see the shiny spaceships/evil vines?" He asks, "Can you be a dear and help Daddy out with them, pretty please?"

The kid looks contemplative, frowning, "How?.."

The King grins, and, yeah, that's totally his child because the uncanny teeth look exactly the same.

"Eat them," he says, and fucking yeets the toddler at the threat, to their delighted laughter.

The JL are now on varying levels of concerned and confused, but the King just dusts his hands like it's nothing and smiles nicely at them all.

"Zoomies, am'I'right? Don't worry, she'll spit them out later if you want the bodies," he assures, while the child absolutely demolishes the enemy in the background.

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Cass: *frowning* I don’t know why I can’t go to sleep. Something’s keeping me up. Did someone die? Everyone’s present and accounted for, right? Tim: *from in the kitchen* what did you eat today? Cass: just a piece of Jason’s coffee cake Tim: . . . the coffee cake Cass: but those are just cinnamon! No actual coffee!! Tim: . . . JASON! Jason: *walks in* what’s up? Tim: how much coffee did you put in your Edited Coffee Cake? Jason: *counting on his fingers* well there was the espresso subbed for water, the instant coffee powder in the sugar filling, and the coffee icing I drizzled on to moisten it. Like . . . The equivalent of five cups of coffee? cass: Tim: Steph: I’d like to rewind to the part where you couldn’t sleep and your first assumption was that someone had died and you were somehow unconsciously aware of that

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Happy birthday Harry!

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Plis, more T4T Dead ln main, i love trans fem Jason- [what name did she choose? Or its just Jay]

Also in the post i saw abt T4T Dead on main where Jay was pregnant- does the Batfam know? That Jay is trans I mean, abd if they know what was the reaction of the twins? :>

I haven't decided on a name for her yet, but I did read a lot of good names on some Transfem Jason fics and admittedly, I got attached to the name Calliope from this fic. But for now I'll stick to Jay I guess, I want to be original lol.

And the Batfam doesn't know Jay is trans, Bruce has an inkling when she was still Jaybin but never had any opportunities to help her realize cuz well you she died later on.

So it was a mess when Jay just bluntly told them that she's on maternity leave in a video call, holding up a twin laying on her chest and panning the camera to show Danny standing by the foot of the bed, rocking the other twin. The call ends and the cave is silent.

Bruce just blue screened at the prospect of him being a grandfather already and oh my god Jay is a girl! His speculations were correct! But how did they conceive? Right Ghost things that Jay veeery badly explained to them. The babies looked like wrinkly potatoes that means that they were just recently brought to the world, and her husband looks okay while Jay looks like a truck had run over her and still recovering. Wait- that means they were letting Jay go out on missions while pregnant?!

Bruce faints.

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Dead on Main as destiel I commission from the lovely @milkymiks !! So amazing!! Thank you so much 🥰

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Alpha Danny and single mom Omega Jason

Walk with me

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DpxDc #19

Call of the void.

(shorter than my usual, but a funny thought. Also, little drawing at the end)

Something that Danny wanted to explore together with space, was the ocean.

The thing is: both were terrifying to him, but the thrill of the unknown, the immense voids that nature was capable of...

It was absolutely, existentially dreadful.

He loved it!

He wasn't really afraid of getting lost if he tried to take a stroll around, since he could quickly reach land, so why not try?

It wasn't really his fault that he let himself go!

Danny didn't even realize it was happening, but ectoplasm is a substance that tends to fill space. Between molecules, between atoms, it's everywhere, it's the ambient.

Long story short, he only found out that he had grown to the size of Godzilla when he was casually passing by Atlantis.

He hadn't even noticed the underwater city until he heard screaming coming from below...

Something about a leviathan?

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Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

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DPxDC The Guy

AKA "There's a problem, so Jason Todd does the whole 'I know a guy' routine except his guy is Danny Fenton. And Danny literally just stands around and yaps while Jason fixes the problem. The Batfam are like??? Who the hell is this guy??" prompt idea! Lowkey dead on main but can be read as friends! :)

This literally won't leave my brain! I just imagine how hilarious it would be if one of the Batfam had a problem, maybe their bike got messed up while on patrol, and Jason's just like don't worry about it. I know a guy. He calls up some guy named Danny and asks for a favor.

Danny shows up in civvies - just an old NASA hoodie, ripped jeans, and ratty Converse. Dick expects Danny to be a mechanic or something because he's brought a bag of tools, but instead he just deadass starts talking about his day?? And Jason takes the bag, kneels down next to Dick's bike, and works on it while Danny orbits around him yapping nonstop.

Dick's just like?? Why did you even call this guy, he's not even helping???

("Jay, what-," Dick interrupts Danny's rant about his chemistry professor's obsession with Scarecrow, only to be silenced by Jason's murderous glare from beside the motorcycle. Jason nods at Danny to continue and the guy offers a sunny smile before giving a in-depth analysis of why fear toxin is just bad weed. Dick watches from afar as Danny's monologue forces several abrupt, snorting laughs from Jason. It's a sound Dick hasn't heard for years.)

The next time it happens is at the Manor. Jason is helping Alfred cook breakfast in the kitchen; Alfred opens the pantry door and pauses.

"What?" Jason leans around Alfred to peer at the curiously empty glass jar of what was probably flour.

"We seem to have some wayward flour on our hands. How odd, as I restocked it Tuesday." Alfred's tone made it clear he knew exactly who it was (Dick, who's just visited the manor the other day to 'see his siblings', AKA to raid the pantry since he didn't want to go grocery shopping) and there would be consequences.

Jason brushes sugar off his hands and reaches for his phone, almost smiling when he says, "Don't sweat it, Alfie. I know a guy."

Twelve minutes later, Daniel Fenton knocks on the door of Wayne Manor with a bag of flour in hand and coffee from the little cafe near Jason's apartment. Tim and Steph stumble into the kitchen bleary-eyed from late night patrol about two hours later. Only to find Danny sitting at the kitchen island chatting with Alfred and Jason about the English pre-war printing processes. Jason's smile is so wide that his dimples pop against his cheeks. (Tim stares, feeling some sort of... not nostalgia exactly, but something like it. Jason looks younger, grinning wryly at Danny, a streak of flour on his chin. He looks like the old Robin, the one Tim used to take pictures of and quietly idolize. Jason looks... happy.)

It becomes a well-known habit. Sink's broken? Cat stuck in a tree? It gets to a point where the Batfam know that Jason will call Danny for increasingly ridiculous stuff.

Damian: Todd, I require assistance-

Jason: Sure, I know a guy.

Damian: Is it Daniel?

Jason:

Jason: Do you want my help or not, brat?

Except one time it's serious. End-of-the-world, intergalactic crisis, tell-your-kids-you-love-them kind of serious. Jason's hand goes to his phone even as his siblings, his father Batman, and several of the Justice League grimly debate the world's fate. Nightwing notices Jason typing at his phone before the rest do.

"Hood, you can't be serious. You can't involve a civilian in this!"

Jason ignores him and the subsequent outcries of his family, the confusion of Batman and the JL, to press the phone to his ear. This time, however, he doesn't ask for Danny. When the familiar cheeky voice calls out what's cookin', good lookin'? from the phone, Jason's voice is grim when he says, "Phantom, I need a favor."

There's silence. Then, it's almost like an abrupt change in air pressure or the undeniable crush of tectonic plates grinding together. When a green portal pulls apart the fabric of reality, Danny doesn't step out. It's Phantom, High King of Infinite Realms, Space, and Heir to Father Time, clad in regal attire with a crown of white-hot flames nestled into his hair. His steps are sure when he walks past the tense crowd of superheroes.

"You called?" Phantom asks. His unnatural Lazarus-green eyes burn into Jason, but there's a midwestern twang in his voice that's so reminiscent of Danny that Jason can't help a small huffing laugh.

Jason turns back to his family and the JL, gesturing to Danny. His family have already made the connection. Likely because Danny's accent, the subtle similarities between Danny's human appearance and his Realms appearance, and the fact that there's only one person Jason ever calls. Danny turns to the League with a bright smile and introduces himself as, "Danny Phantom, but you can call me Phantom."

(And then they kiss!! Just kidding. But Danny probably saves the world and then they go back to the Manor, much to the confusion of the batfam. The batfam are all like, wtf, Jason?? You didn't tell us the guy you've been hanging out with all the time was the freakin' King of Infinite Realms?? And Jason just shrugs, and is like, well... I guess living with him kinda desensitizes you to all the ghostly shit? That's how the batfam find out Jason and Danny are living together. Are they boyfriends?? Maybe, maybe not. But it seems suspicious that Jason's always calling Danny, seemingly just because he likes being around him, hm? ;))

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The other day on shift, I was walking down the hallway when a confused old man started yelling. This is fairly common in the hospital, so I ducked into his room and was like "hey dude what's up" and he's like "so sorry to yell but do you know where I am and what year it is" so I reoriented him to a bunch of stuff and explained why so many people were walking past his door, and he seemed much calmer and more oriented by the time we were done talking. And he says "and what's your name?" So I tell him "Sarah" and he stares at me so I repeat "Sarah" and he stares at me so I spell "S-A-R-A-H" and he stares at me so I show him my name badge and he stares at me and then he says "now forgive me for being so blunt. But I was under the impression that Sarah is a girls name. Is that no longer correct?"

Anyway y'all ever be so fucking gnc that you inadvertently gaslight a confused old man into thinking there's yet another part of the world he no longer understands?

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Do I look like your Father?

Danny was walking down the street late at night, suit jacket draped over one of his arms, feeling down. The blind date that he had been set up on had been a bust. The only thing he wants to do now is to go back to his apartment and spend the entire weekend relaxing.

When passing by a quiet alley something very suddenly slams into his leg. It causes Danny to momentarily stumble in his steps. It isn't until he regains his footing does he finally look to see what is clinging to his leg.

It's- it's a baby or more like a toddler really. If Danny had to guess he'd say the little boy was 2 or 3 at most. That thought is quickly thrown to the back of his mind when he notices that the kid is wrapped up in what is obviously a large, black cape. How on earth did he get that?

"Daddy!" Two tiny, watery blue eyes shine as they stare up at him, "You found me! I don't know how I got here, but you found me so we can go home now, right? Is mommy waiting for us there?"

What in the world is he supposed to do in this situation? "Ah, yeah buddy we can do that. Just as a fun game real quick though what's mine and mommy's name?"

"You're silly daddy! It's Thomas and Martha Wayne!"

"…Bruce?" He can't help but say the name. Is this really THE Bruce Wayne? It can't be, something else has to be going on right now.

"That's my name, great job daddy!" Bruce raises his arms for Danny to pick him up. "We go home now?"

"Sure uh let's go…home." Danny, not knowing what else to do, picks up the kid and starts making his way towards Wayne Manor.

He’s also going to continue to ignore the fact that it’s probably Batman’s cape wrapped around Bruce, and what that probably means.

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vampire hunter? no i said vampire HAUNTER. this jerk sucked all my blood out so now i spend my afterlife knocking over shelves and scaring off potential victims and just making the castle generally pretty cold

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A Little Murder Never Hurt Anyone

Ghost of a Getaway

Danny Fenton had no idea how he kept ending up in these kinds of situations. Seriously, he’d just wanted to cash a check. That was it. No ghosts. No Fenton gadgets. No life-or-death hijinks. Just a normal, painfully average trip to the bank to get some of that elusive thing called money.

And yet, here he was, sitting in a dark, room that smelled like permanent marker and suppressed judgment, with the Batman looming over him like a disappointed cryptid.

It had started, as these things usually did, with a gun.

Some twitchy guy in a ski mask had pulled a weapon on the poor teller, waving it around and screaming about money and something about needing it "for his iguana’s medical bills." Danny hadn’t really caught the specifics. What he had noticed was the guy’s finger tightening on the trigger a little too much for comfort.

So Danny did what any rational, non-powered teenage half-ghost would do.

He kicked the guy in the knee, punched him in the throat (thank you, Jazz’s self-defense classes), and body-slammed him into a conveniently located security desk. The weapon skidded across the floor, the bank patrons screamed in confusion, and Danny just sighed, already sensing that his day was going to be a disaster.

He didn’t mean for anyone to notice, but apparently, “average teenager disarming an armed robber using martial arts and excellent instincts” was suspicious enough to warrant Bat-level attention.

And now here he was.

Batman was pacing. Danny had mentally tuned him out five minutes ago.

“You moved with precision,” Batman was saying, voice gravelly and judgmental. “Too precise for someone without training. Who trained you?”

Danny stared blankly.

Batman leaned in. “Are you part of the League of Assassins?”

“…I’m sorry, the what now?”

“Do you have ties to Ra’s al Ghul?”

“Is that a skin condition or a salad?”

The Bat’s scowl deepened. Danny could tell this wasn’t going well. His ghost sense hadn’t even gone off once, and yet somehow this interrogation was more nerve-wracking than any ghost fight.

Then Danny’s eyes flicked over Batman’s shoulder.

Outside the one-way glass, framed perfectly in the narrow slit of the vented window, was a massive, winged blur of black flapping across the skyline.

An idea bloomed. A very stupid, very Danny idea.

He straightened in his seat and pointed just past Batman.

“LOOK! A MURDER!!”

Batman turned immediately, a Batarang flashing into his hand like some sort of judgmental ninja magician. His stance shifted, body coiled to strike.

Outside the window: crows. A lot of them. Swirling like feathered chaos.

Fun fact: a group of crows is called a murder.

Danny was already slipping through the shadows the moment Batman turned. Intangibility would’ve made it easier, but he had a point to prove. This was all human effort. Pure Fenton mischief.

By the time Batman whipped back around, batarang still clenched and eyes narrowed, the chair was empty. The room was empty.

There was no trace of the teenager who had been sitting there moments ago.

On the table, scrawled in a black Sharpie (liberated from the detective’s desk), were the words:

“Murder you very much. –D”

Batman stared at the writing.

Then at the window.

Then back at the writing.

He pressed a button on his cowl. “Oracle. Track the suspect. I’ve lost visual.”

Barbara’s voice came through, laced with disbelief. “You lost a teenager?”

“He used... a murder.”

“A murder?”

“Crows.”

“Oh my god. He pun’d his way out of your interrogation.”

“…He did.”

Danny, now several rooftops away and laughing to himself, pulled up his hoodie and slipped into the shadows.

“No one ever expects the pun,” he muttered proudly. “Batman included.”

He paused. “Though I’m pretty sure I just made Gotham’s Most Wanted… over bird wordplay.”

Still worth it.