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Dead on Main random idea

Usually it’s Danny talking about his crush but let’s flip it.

Jason feeling so left out and discarded by family that he has his own “guy in the chair” bc he doesn’t know if he can trust Oracle more like if she trusts him he doesn’t wanna know the answer.

His “guy in the chair” is Tucker Foley. Met the guy on a case at Gotham U. Tucker helped him hack into a encrypted USB. And then just, kept asking him for help.

They get close enough friendship where Jason feels comfortable without the helmet (and maybe without the domino mask too).

Tucker by now expects Hood to climb through his dorm window and throw a gadget at him to hack into and reverse engineer.

What he did not expect was what Hood was gushing about.

“God you know that ghost boy Phantom? He’s so small and cute I wanna squish him. Like talk about a zombie’s dream boyfriend. Don’t tell my brother but I like Phantom’s puns better than Nightwing’s.”

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# Dcu x Dp 118

Danny is Damian's older brother by about 7 years.

Danyal often sneaks things in for Damian to have and would protect him from punishments, when Damian was 6 he watched his grandfather kill Danyal for making one too many mistakes, he thought he was gone but that same night he witnessed Danyal claiming into his widow at first Damian was over the moon that he was alive but then his mood soon sour when Danyal tells him he has to leave, that if he stayed and grandfather finds out he will have him gutted and have his head cut off to make sure he can't come back. Before he leaves he gives Damian a teddy bear.

4 years later Damian is living with his father and has been living with him for a couple of days when he sees Danyal climbing through his window, but this time he is injured when Damian finally gets him into his room he sees what the injury is and is horrified to see that Danyal has a cut shape as a Y that goes from his shoulders to his pelvis and he see that he is bleeding both red and Lazarus green. Danyal tells him that he does not have much time to explain everything but what he can tell him is that he is something called a halfa now and he's about to go into his core which is pretty much his soul and needs Damian to hide and protect it until he is healed enough that he can reform. Damian agrees and watches as Danyal disappears and an orb the size of a fist falls he catches it before it hits the floor, Damian decides to hide it with his most prized and well-hidden possession which is the teddy bear but he goes the extra mile and cuts open the bear and places Danyal inside.

After that day Damian starts to carry the bear everywhere he puts him in a drawstring bag and goes about his day he does not acknowledge it when any of the other bats ask what he is carrying around. This went on for a week and a half before the bear was found, Grayson had forced him to go on a walk with him only for both of them to get rain when they got back Alfred handed them towels Damian set the bag down which he had taken off to protect from the rain when Drake snatched the bag and open it and pulled out the bear he went to grab it back only for Grayson to take it from Drake and start to tease him and keeping the bear out of his reach at this point the others that were in the mansion had gathered around. Damian finally had enough and pulled out a hidden dagger and yelled "You will hand me back my brother's resting place right this instant or you will lose the hand that is holding him" That made everyone stop and freeze Damian was able to grab the bear back and flee back to his room where he checked over the bear to make sure Danyal was okay not realizing the chaos that he has caused.

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FUCK YEAH

NOBODY FUCKING MOVE.

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Date night (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)♥️

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Complicated DCxDP Punched Joker to Death Soulmark Dead on Main AU

Danny being the son of Joker and Harley. But Danny’s soulmark says “did you really just punch Joker to death?” So Harley gives him up which later he’s adopted by the Fentons.

Later Danny’s in Gotham to find his birth parents post reveal gone wrong. Clown trauma from Freakshow, he punches Joker out in an alley.

Red Hood is there, asks him if he really just did that.

And Danny knowing hey! This is his soulmate he says “it’s a courting gift!”

(Jason upon learning what courting was when he could read his mark, fell in love with romance novels)

Few weeks later Jason uses the batcomputer to try and find Danny’s birth parents.

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DPxDC Ask Around in the Morgue

Most times, Tim is not a fan of social interaction. If he can acquire the necessary data from literally anything written in text, without the need to actually talk to people, he does that. It's the logical thing to do, come on! People lie, or, even if they don't, they take ages to get to the point, and you can't put them on pause or set aside to return later. Some written resources lie as well, but that is, at least, way easier to prove by relying on several of them instead of a single one.

That saying, he can work in a team — Young Justice is great proof of that. Batfamily, not so much, but then, none of the Bats like working together. Because they are all hypercontrolling, manipulative, and paranoid.

And yet, keeping all that in mind, right now Tim is about to go and speak — using his mouth and words — to a GCPD mortician whom he's never seen or met before in his life.

All because of this report.

More precisely, because of the line 'pls come talk to me if u r a bat' that was inserted right into the file, just between the description of contents of the victim's stomach and the rather unappealing photo of the same thing. Tim supposes the placement was intentional — most people skip over that kind of information, jumping straight to the cause of death. Which is a homicide, by the way.

Not that it's anything unusual in Gotham.

Tim walks through the hallway, keeping his steps silent. Daniel Nightingale, the mortician, more accurately a pathologist, works graveyard shifts — very ironic and no less convenient — and most days, he does so all alone, so Tim is not expecting company. He is just keeping quiet out of habit.

And yet, as he gets closer to the autopsy room, he hears it. The chipper, amused voice from inside.

"You can't just make that shit up, I swear," it laughs, "Oh, Minerva. You were way too old to pull it off." There's a pause, and then it starts speaking again, filled with hidden laughter, "You don't say?"

The door is, thankfully, already half-open. Tim takes a quick look inside, hoping to figure out who's the other part of the alleged conversation, but the only person there — erm, the only alive person — is a guy in a gray uniform and a lab coat. Supposedly, Mr. Nightingale. There's also a corpse of an old lady on the table in front of him, of course, but Tim doubts she can hold up the conversation. A phone call? Or maybe he's just talking to himself?..

The guy raises his head briefly, turning to the door.

"Come on in, lurking in the shadows doesn't suit you," he calls, almost cheerful, and Tim pauses.

He's pretty sure he hasn't made a single noise.

Oh, well. Maybe he did. Maybe the pathologist has an alarm system in case of a zombie apocalypse. Maybe he sees the future. The possibilities are endless.

Tim steps inside.

"I'm here about your note," he says, cutting the greetings and niceties. The pathologist hums, his eyes still on the bare, skinless ribcage of the woman before him.

"Cool. Which one?" He asks without missing a beat. Tim stares; the guy looks entirely too nonchalant, given the circumstances, but that's not the only reason. Daniel Nightingale is way younger than Tim expected — twenty, at most — and he is... well, if Tim had a type, which he doesn't, he would definitely check all the boxes. Most of the boxes. A lot of boxes.

Okay, he's just good-looking, what is he even thinking about, this is getting sidetracked.

"There was more than one?" He asks because that's the logical, reasonable thing to ask. Daniel glances up at him. A tiny strand of hair escapes his pinned down bangs, and the guy huffs, shaking it away from his face. Shouldn't he be wearing a hat?

"Yeah, I put the bat alert in at least five reports I've written. Only two recently, though, so, if you could specify?" He asks. The loose strand of his hair moves all on its own, brushing itself up over Daniel's head. Then, one of the bobby pins comes out, hanging in the air briefly, and goes back into Daniel's hair, securing it from falling again. "Thank you, Minerva," the guy smiles politely, casting a glance to the side.

Tim is not sure what's going on but he has a hunch.

"I'm speaking about John Doe from last week?" He attempts, but Daniel only hums.

"Unfortunately, that doesn't narrow it down," he turns back to the table, looking down into the old lady's open abdomen with a critical eye. "Darling, do you think you'll be fine here all on your own while I speak with our dear guest?" He asks, almost demurely, and Tim is not dumb. Minerva is definitely the name of the lady on the autopsy table. The question is, does GCPD hire schizophrenics during such dire times, or is the guy really some kind of ghost-whisperer?

The chances are, honestly speaking, 50/50. It's Gotham.

There's no response that Tim can hear, but Daniel straightens back up and takes off his gloves before turning to the other side, still away from Tim. "Mind cleaning up?" He asks again and then throws his gloves into the nearest bin. They don't land, but just as Daniel huffs and goes to retrieve them, the gloves float up from the floor like someone invisible picked them up and dropped them into the bin.

"Ah, thank you, Minerva," the pathologist smiles.

Tim feels an uncomfortable chill run down his spine.

"How many ghosts are in here?" He tries for casual, but fails spectacularly, judging by Daniel's chuckle.

"Five," he answers without any pause, "Six, if you count the nonverbal kid that's hiding in Page's cold locker. Anyway, John Doe?.."

A few of the instruments Daniel has used float up from the table and start moving towards the nearest sink.

Tim takes a deep breath.

Either he's gotten himself a new contact in GCPD forensics or a very alarming new meta. 50/50.

But Daniel's smile is 100 percent going to be a pain in his ass.

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augggghhhhhhh

Back off or I will bite part 2

Danny wakes up slowly. First thing he notices is soft matress. he hadn’t had such comforts in a long time. That is what tells him he is not in GIW’s hands they never bothered with comforts for ghosts. Sterile metal table and cage was sufficient in their opinion. Danny would beg to differ.

He doesn’t move or change his breathing pattern, there is no way to tell weather he stopped breathing at some point… he sometimes does that without conscious decision. There’s nothing he can do about it. He hears quiet shuffling on his left and tries to subtly check in what condition is his body. It is not promising. He is sore his gun wound stings when he breathes, he is weak and tired. There is no way to know How long he was unconscinous. There are two options: Psychopaths with katanas or furry in Bat costiume - Both equally shitty. Or they were one and the same considering Damian attire at the rooftop. What a mix, Danny imagined ridiculously tall man in cheap bat costiume with two fake katanas in his hands. His humour is truly twisted. He is not able to fight, nor run Right now. But he can’t pretend he is asleep forever.

He slowly sits up and looks at the other person in a room. He is tall wears civilian clothes and domino mask on his face. It looks ridiculus if you ask Danny. His black hairs are tangled as if he run his hand through them too many times. When Danny asseses him the man does the same.

- hey there! - his voice is full of fake cheer. Danny looks at him blankly. If it is indeed league there is no need for pretenses. The man comes closer.

- okey not a talker. Guess it runs in the family… heh. You can call me Nightwing

Danny snorted interrupting his charade. He was good, could really pass as akward and meaning no harm. Thalia keeps league at high level it seems.

- yeah, no you can drop the act. I’am not as unwell as to believe THAT.

-What are you…

- seriously Call Thalia or whatever.

Nightwing freezes for a moment before he answers

- Thalia al Ghul is not here. - he says firmly. Danny looks at him with caution. However the longer he thinks the more sure he is that she must be behind it. She wouldn’t leave her precious Damian. There is no way. But before he can voice his doubts there is a loud bang and smaller figure practically runs into the room.

- Danyal you are awake!

Danny looks at him coldly sarcasm slips from his tongue like poison

- I know truly terrible inconvenience. You can finish the job this time.

His twin makes a face as if he ate a Lemon but does not stop until he is close enough that if he tried he could touch Danny. which Danny finds pretty disturbing. He glares at intrusion.

- I will not harm you brother.

- I didn’t know you became a comedian in my absence. -Danny’s voice was full of venom. Seriously can they skip past this charade and get to The point?!

- No one is going to attack you nor contact league of assassins. - a deep voice cut through their conversation. Huge man in bat costiume entered The infirmary. Danny’s eyes instantly snapped to him. Well build with visible muscles and wepons, possibly the biggest threat in the room. His body language was sure and calm however Danny could taste uncertanity in The Air. He had no idea how Batman was connected to league and Damian but he would rather not risk believing anything they say.

- Sorry If I am being a little sceptical with The Hier to The league here. If you don’t want to kill me or hand to The league what do you want?-Danny was not polite by any means, however they seemed to be lying to him so he didn’t feel particualy bad about it.

- Well it seems that being a brat runs in The blood. Get of your high horse and look around you. You are in The presence of Gotham vigilinates believe me when I say that Big Bat here does not harm homless boys. - another teen was leaning on door frame. He was much more nonchalant. Also had black hair around 16 maybe 17 years old. He reeked of fear. Huh weird. Well more information for Danny. They didn’t know about his… condition better to keep it that way.

-And you are…?

-Red Robin. Feeling like having normal conversation?

Danny snorted at that. Well he sure as hell seemed like his best option. The less sugaring it The better. Nightwing wanted to cut in but Danny was faster. He propursefully avoided eye contact with Damian. The other seemed determined to do that.

-Lets go with that. What I am doing here?

- Well we decided that leaving half-dead boy on pavement after he… had an unfortunate accident.- here he glared at Damian- was not a good idea. Especially IF he seemed to be related to Robin.

At that Danny laughed. Full bellied and honest Sound. It eoched around The room weirdly. Didn’t fit in to The situation at all. Danny thought it was hilarious. Those exact words half-dead. Red Robin had no idea what he was talking about. They wouldnt be saving him if they knew. No chance. And that made it so ridiculus.

-Danyal- Danny ignored him and Spoke to the rest of them.

-So if I say that I feel fine and want to go you will let me?- he knew the answer but decided to let them humor them.

-No - that was Batman.

-Yes- that was Red Robin.

-Do you need a moment to discuss this matter?- The bite in his voice suprised even him. Both of them glared at each other. Damian rolled his eyes and Nightwing answered:

- you are in dire need of Medical treatment so we will decide what to do when you are recovered. - nice and diplomatical answer. Beautifully packed „NO”. Oh Well Danny will just leave when he will be able to.

- so what I just recover and then I will go my Merry way. That is a plan. Great. - he played dumb.

-Danyal Grayson said that this matter will be discussed. We are safe here mother is not allowed in gotham.

Danny looked at his twin. Long cold empty stare. Damian stared back head held high, chest puffed out. Danny could feel his nerves. Tangled tastes on his tongue worry, frustration uncertanity and many others he couldn’t deciper anything specific. He finally broke the silence.

- Sure whatever

He does not Trust them even one a bit.

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oughhhhhhhhhhh I love this so much. Feels unique to most dc dp stories in the way that Danny hates the JL but stays in Amity. I’d love to see more of this.

Ghosts, Heroes, and Too Little, Too Late

It had taken every ounce of courage Danny had, standing in the town square, ectoplasmic energy flickering around his hands and the wind tugging at his white hair. His human-blue eyes stared out at the crowd of Amity Park citizens, waiting for the fear, the rejection, the anger.

But none came.

Instead, Mr. Lancer had stepped forward, teary-eyed, and clapped a hand on Danny’s shoulder. Mrs. Tetslaff brought out a homemade casserole "for the hero." Even Dash had muttered something like "Guess you're not that much of a loser."

They embraced him. Their Phantom. Their kid. Their protector.

The news had gone national in under twenty-four hours.

Fourteen years old. Half-ghost. Protector of Amity Park. Had kept the town safe for two years from ghost invasions with no backup, no mentor, no safety net. Just his friends, his sister, and the town that eventually came to understand.

And with that understanding came anger.

Because for two years, Amity Park had reached out. Calls, letters, reports. Pleas to the Justice League. Superman, Wonder Woman, Batman—someone. But nothing. The reports were dismissed as hoaxes. Phantom was "probably another shapeshifting villain." Amity Park was written off as exaggerating, maybe even hallucinating. The town was left alone with a half-dead teenager standing between them and whatever the Infinite Realms threw their way.

And now, two years after Danny had made peace with the Ghost Zone and secured a treaty with the Realms, they came.

A gleaming ship descended outside city limits, adorned with the Justice League insignia. Superman, Wonder Woman, Martian Manhunter, Green Lantern, and Flash stood at the front. Behind them were sleek representatives, press, and cameras.

Danny stood there, sixteen now, hovering a few inches above the cracked pavement of the park's old basketball court—his favorite haunt for aerial maneuver practice. He looked older, stronger, but his expression was unreadable. Not angry. Not happy.

Just… tired.

The League stepped forward, Superman’s cape billowing.

“Danny Fenton,” he began, his voice the same calm, commanding tone that had graced a thousand crises. “We’d like to formally invite you to join the Justice League. Your skills are remarkable, and we believe you'd make an excellent addition—”

The crowd behind Danny didn’t cheer.

They booed.

Old Mr. Schuster, who ran the bakery, shouted, “Oh now you care?!”

Mrs. Dugan from the library yelled, “Where were you when the Plasmius guy turned Main Street into a battlefield?!”

Someone threw a moldy muffin. Superman dodged it.

Flash winced. “Wow. Not the welcome we were expecting.”

Jazz stepped forward, arms crossed, expression fierce. “He was fourteen. He nearly died multiple times protecting this town. He bled for it. You called him a hoax.”

“We didn’t have confirmed data,” Batman said flatly. “There were too many false alarms in that region, and we—”

“You ignored us,” Danny said, finally speaking. His voice was quiet but carried across the park. “You ignored me. I begged for help once. Right after I got my powers. I didn’t know what I was. I was scared. Your hotline sent me to voicemail.”

Batman’s jaw tightened. Wonder Woman looked… ashamed.

“You didn’t want me when I was just a kid begging for answers,” Danny continued. “You want me now that I’ve already done the work? After I nearly died saving this dimension? After I signed a ghost peace treaty that your people tried to torpedo without understanding what the Realms even are?”

There was a low hum of agreement from the crowd. A few shouted, “Tell 'em, Danny!”

Danny stared at them. “I didn’t do this for a badge. I didn’t do it to be recruited. I did it because no one else would.”

There was a beat of silence. Superman stepped forward again, trying to soften the moment. “You’re right. We were wrong to ignore you, and we’re sorry. But if you join us, you can get real training. Resources. Help.”

Danny looked up, locking eyes with Superman. “I don’t need a League that shows up after the fight.”

And then he turned his back on them, his town behind him, arms crossed or lifted in support. The League stood there, unsure of what to say.

Danny floated up, cape rippling, energy crackling faintly at his fingers.

“I’m Phantom. Guardian of Amity Park. Protector of the Realms. You want me on the team? Then you start by fixing what you broke. With us. Not over us.”

The League left not long after.

The invitation was not declined—but it certainly wasn’t accepted either.

And Amity Park?

They slept easier that night, knowing they didn’t need the Justice League.

They had something better.

They had Danny.

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The Wireless Customer You Are Calling is Not Available, Please Try Again Later

It's Talia's time to spend with Danny and she might have accidentally kidnapped him.

Danny groaned as he came back to consciousness. Where was he? What had happened? The last thing he remembered was going to sleep in his bed. He had gone to bed early because he was going to spend time with his birth mom, Talia Al Ghul. Danny was about to attack when he heard a familiar voice.

“Good, you’re awake. Now we can spend time together, Habibi.”

“Ugh, Talia, what the hell, did you kidnap me?”

Talia pulled a face when he called her by her name. She’d been trying to get him to call her mother, but he already had a mom.

“It wasn’t kidnapping. It’s my time to spend with you.”

“And you couldn’t have waited for me to wake up, why exactly?”

Talia was…pushy. She wanted Danny to accept her and didn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. Danny could understand her perspective. Here was the son she thought she had lost. Any parent would want to connect with their lost child again, but she seemed to forget that Danny was his own person and already had parents.

“Ugh. Where are we?”

He stared out the plane's window and saw desert and mountain ranges. How long had he been asleep? How hadn’t he woken up when Talia had kidnapped him? He knew he was tired, but still.

“We’re above Afghanistan, close to the Hindu Kush range. It’s time you got to know Nanda Parbat, your birthright, my young prince. You may be a King in the Realm of the Dead, but you’re also royalty in the Land of the Living.”

Danny stared at his phone as Talia spoke, not paying attention to the spiel she was giving. Who cared if he was royalty on Earth? He had enough to deal with being King of the Infinite Realms, dammit! The last thing he wanted was to take on more responsibility.

Crap, there was no signal. He hoped Talia had left a note to his parents, or the Earth would be in danger of the Fentons tearing it apart, looking for him.

He was about to ask her when the question got stuck in his throat. Below him, a vast city carved into the mountain opened up. It was awe-inspiring. He couldn’t help but stare, his mouth wide open.

Beside him, Talia smirked. She would show her son wonders and, hopefully, he would want to spend more time with her because of it.

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Maddie and Jack Fenton were ready to tear the world apart in their search for their son. They had woken up early to remind their son that Talia was coming to spend time with him.

When they entered his room, though, his bed had been empty.

There had been no signs or struggles, but no note either.

Ever since they discovered that Danny was moonlighting as a superhero, their son would tell them, or at least send them a quick text, so that they wouldn’t worry. There had been nothing.

“Quick, Jack, call him.”

“On it!”

Jack put the phone on speaker, hoping to hear his son’s voice.

“The wireless customer you are calling is not available, please try again later.”

The Fentons stared at each other briefly and then ran toward the emergency ops center. They were going to find their son, no matter what.

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Bruce didn’t feel a headache blooming. It was out in full force.

He had woken up to incessant phone rings at 6:30 a.m. He had answered to the Fentons asking if he knew where Danny was.

He had not.

“Tt, I don’t know why they're worrying. He’s probably with mother.”

Bruce tried calling Talia again. It went straight to voicemail.

“Exactly! Probably, we can’t know for sure,” Maddie yelled. She was alternating between calling Danny and Talia.

An automated voice answered Maddie again.

“The wireless customer you are calling is not available, please try again later.”

“Okay, time for plan B. It’s time to try a summoning,” Jack said.

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Danny could admit it, at least to himself, that Nanda Parbat was beautiful.

It was a secret city carved into the Himalayan mountains. The air was fresh, the snow-capped mountains gorgeous, and the people all looked at him with awe. There were treasures everywhere, and the architecture was beautiful.  

It would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for his fruit loop of a grandfather.

Danny ignored the older man clad in green. He started tuning him out when he gave his spiel of ‘protecting the Earth through assassination, blah, blah, blah.’

Sorry, Danny wasn’t into killing; he couldn’t risk turning evil, and if he took one life, what’s stopping him from taking another? He shuddered when he thought of Dan. No, he could never kill.

“Father, I think it’s better that Daniel learned how to rule differently. After all, he is already a King, and he’s like his father in that he doesn’t believe in killing. He should learn how to rule instead of kill.”

Fruit Loop frowned, looking disappointed.

“Fine, I’ll teach you how to rule, grandson, but in the future, you may find yourself in a situation where you will have no choice. I guess you’ll have to learn that yourself.”

Danny cocked his head to side, weighing the older man’s intentions. It would be nice to have some guidance from someone who understood what it felt like to carry the weight of a kingdom on their shoulder, even if they did kill.

After all, Danny had used Vlad to learn from him, too, so why not?

“Fine, but I refuse to kill.”

The man gave a sardonic smile, “You are, after all, your father’s son.”

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Bruce flinched when Maddie yelled out in frustration. He heard something break.

He couldn’t blame her. They had tried summoning Danny, and that stupid automated voice came through.

“The wireless customer you are calling is not available, please try again later.”

“Mrs. Fenton, I would appreciate it if you could refrain from breaking the glass cases,” Alfred admonished.

Maddie said nothing, but Bruce could feel the glare behind his back. He tried calling Talia again, and once again, the call went to voicemail. Even Damian had tried calling his mother, but she didn’t answer. Bruce didn’t know how long he could keep the Fentons from tearing the world apart looking for Danny.

The automated voice echoed throughout the cave, grinding Bruce’s already frayed nerves.

“The wireless customer you are calling is not available, please try again later.”

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“Hey, Talia, before I forget to ask again. Did you leave my parents a note?”

Danny felt like his head would explode from all the information Ra’s had given him. He had even started taking notes because, as much as he was a fruit loop, the man had lived for centuries and offered solid advice. Once the man stopped talking about killing, he was decent to be around. He was an environmentalist and, in his misguided way, he wanted to keep the Earth and its creatures safe.

It still didn’t mean Danny was going to follow the man blindly.

“No, after all, they knew that it was my time with you.”

Danny felt a chill go down his spine. Oh no, that wasn’t good. He tried to keep calm.

“Can I borrow a phone that has a signal?”

Talia said nothing but handed him her phone. It had over a hundred missed calls from his parents, Bruce, and Damian.

“Seriously, Talia, you couldn’t have answered the phone? They could be tearing the world apart right now, looking for me!”

Danny called his parents. It didn’t even finish the first ring.

“Talia, have you seen Danny?” came his mom’s frantic voice.

“Mom, it’s me. I’m fine.”

“Danny, oh my sweet boy, are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine, mom, I’m with Talia. I’m sorry, I couldn’t get any signal here.”

“Where’s ‘here’?”

“Uh, I’m kinda in another country in the Himalayan mountains.”

“What, why are you there? How dare she? Pass me Talia, now!”

Danny gave the phone to Talia and ignored the yelling in favor of staring out the window. Nanda Parbat was wonderful. He wondered if he could convince Talia to bring his family and friends here. He could already see Jazz devouring the books they had. His mom would love to challenge the fighters, and his dad could learn more about engineering machines. Sam would love the plant and animal conservation, and Tuck could see more technological advancements.

Danny was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice when Talia had stopped talking.

“You have fierce parents. I’m glad you were found by people who cared for you when I couldn’t.”

 Danny stared at Talia.

“Yeah, they would kill or die for me. I’m scared how far I’d go for them, too.”

Talia sighed.

“Family is complicated. It makes us give up our morals as long as it means having them close.”

“This is the first time you’ve acknowledged them as my family.”

She frowned. “I hate that you were raised by someone else, but I can at least give my thanks that you were cared for and loved.”

Danny said nothing, hugged Talia quickly, and gave her a good night.

“I’ll see you tomorrow…mother.”

Danny ignored Talia’s wet eyes as he walked away.

In the Long Now, Clockwork undid the spell so his King couldn’t be summoned. After all, he deserved guidance from his other family, too.

Last in the series, might not be as good as the other two and not as funny, but I think it's hard to make it funny with Talia in it

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Random socialite: Your accent is so…charming!

9 year old Dick: Uh-huh

Dick, whispering: Bruce, if you don’t get me out of here right now I am going to punch someone’s face in and chances are it’s going to be yours.

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"Vladimir Masters arrived, and by his side is a teen, adolescent guessing around 17. B, he doesn't look too happy to be here." Reports Tim as he stares subtly at the direction of the pair, walking around.

It didn't take a genius to see that the teen by Vladimir's side wasn't happy to be here.

"Got my eyes on them," Dick shares from across the room, where he'd grabbed a glass of champagne and mingled around. "Need some help, I'll try talk to the guy. O, know his name already?"

Tim plucked a small dessert from the table, giving a polite smile to the women passing him and frowning. Vladimir Masters wasn't an unusual guest they had, but whenever he did attend, it was alone. He was not married, Tim knew. So where did he get that guy from?

"Got him." Oracle's voice comes through the comm. "Daniel Fenton-Masters. Guess our friend over there got more family than we knew. That's his godson. There is... a lot. To say."

As she trails off, Dick makes his way slowly and steadily over, interest rising as he waves to an elderly man. "What is it?"

"Daniel hates Masters. Or so it seems." Oracle bluntly states, Dick nearly trips. "He was arrested once for keying Masters car, by Masters himself. Bailed him out after a few hours." She seemed more amused than alarmed, which was good.

Despite their talking through the comm, Tim nor Dick took notice of the youngest Wayne in the room stopping in front of the Masters.

"Eyes on Damian." Bruce speaks up for the first time, finally taking a break from the persona it seems.

Much to the short confusion turned alertness, Dick caught onto the youngest Wayne's plan. "He's engaging in a conversation all by himself! I'm so proud!"

With Damian and Daniel talking, Vladimir did not hesitate in leaving his wards side and talking with other guests. Dick still kept an eye on him, remaining close but outside of his path.

"O, tune us in on their conversation?"

With an affirmative hum, the channel switches and their voices become loud and clear.

"How is Delilah? From the letters I received, she seemed to be well."

"Oh, yeah! She's doing great! Don't tell anyone, Damian, but the zoo believes her to be pregnant."

"Pregnancy? Give her my blessings if it is true."

Was that pride in his tone? Dick would weep if he were alone.

The idle conversation switches topics from the apparently endangered monkey species(? Of course Damian would know. He seemed to have been in contact with Daniel previously.)

"Vladimir!" Brucies voice cuts in, startling Damian for a second and having the other birds in the gala swirl their heads toward their father.

As Dick keeps an eye on Bruce and Vladimir, Tim studied the other teen. During Damians startle, invisible to the trained eye, he had looked back with a flick to see. Despite how fast or practised the move was, Daniel followed along seamlessly.

Almost like a Bird.

The talk between the two ended shortly after the one from the adults started, Daniel was on the move after a quick excuse, grabbing a glass of champagne on his path directly towards his guardian.

And yet. The message he'd given Damian to escape repeated itself in his mind.

"Sorry, Damian, I need to save your father, one second. I'll be back soon."

Save Bruce from Vladimir? Why?

One second, he'd just watched Daniel pass him. The next, the boy was apologising repeatedly, over and over again. The glass of champagne empty on the floor, broken and the liquid inside all over Vladimir Masters.

"Masters is angry. Send someone to clean up the mess, please." To that, man in uniform arrived with a broom in his hand and cleaning up the shards of glass in seconds.

"That was clearly intentional. Daniel made sure Masters didn't get to talk with B past formalities. The picture I'm getting keeps getting uglier here, guys."

"Got it, thanks O. I'm joining in now."

...at least no rogue had yet to crash the gala? Tim hopes he didn't just Jinx them all.

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Dick: What is going on here?!

Tim: Dick! It's not what it looks like!

Dick: So you're not about to sacrifice the boy pin starfish style to the sacerfical circle!?

Tim: well- I mean- He likes it!

Danny: I do!

Dick: Timothy Drake Wayne, explain yourself right this second before I get sent to Arkham for the whooping I'm about to give you!

Tim: Okay! Just calm down. Look, I found out I could be a witch on my mother's side, and Danny was willing to help me unlock my powers. He took the role of blood source, and it was totally voluntary. I swear, it's completely safe!

Dick: You found out you might have magic and instead of consulting the fully trained and available magic users we know, you choose to use your classmate as a blood source!? That is completely unacceptable Timothy!

Tim: All I was doing was using him as a magic Focus!

Dick: And you, do you have any idea what you agreed to!? You could have died!

Danny: I already did that, but to spend time with the hottest boy in school? I will do whatever the hell he wants and that includes laying in a sacerfical circle.

Tim: You think I'm hot?

Danny: I do-

Dick: No flirting! You're grounded Timothy, until you learn to not attempt Dark Magic without a professional and you! Go home!

Danny: Aw is our date over?

Tim: This was a date?

Danny: I-

Dick: GET OUT OF HERE!

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Dick: Does anyone have any suggestions?

Jason: Why dont we shoot the Joker?

Dick: How that will help us in an alien invasion?

Jason: It would be really funny

Dick:

Dick: Works for me, add it to the list!

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the angst potential.....

DP X DC

The Justice League summons the ghost king. Danny was in the middle of an emergency that only he could stop.

He screams and cries and begs them to send him back, tells them it's life or death, tells them they can summon him again in 24 hours just PLEASE send him back NOW everybody was going to die

They argue and deliberate for almost ten minutes before they send him back.

They summon him again the next day. He's different.

They try to talk to him but he just hangs there numbly, floating and staring at nothing.

Nightwing can't take it anymore. Maybe the ghost king is an eldritch god, but to him he just looks like a traumatised child.

Without hesitation, he steps into the circle (Constantine told them all to stay back from it the first time he summoned Phantom but what's the worst that could happen?)

Everybody protests but Constantine keeps them back, tells them more people in the summoning circle will only make things more dangerous.

So, Nightwing does his thing. He hesitantly approaches the loose ball of glowing limbs that is Phantom, talking gently as he goes.

He asks Phantom if he can touch him, and still gets no response. Just dull, dead eyes looking past him.

Cautiously, he lays a hand on the ghost-boy's shoulder. No response.

He pulls him into his side, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and talking softly.

All at once, the king crumbles. He turns into the one-armed hug, fisting a hand tightly into Nightwing's costume. He buries his face in the hero's shoulder and begins to sob. Terrible, wretched noises of agony.

Nightwing makes soothing noises to the child in his arms as he turns to meet eyes with the rest of the Justice League.

They summoned him in the middle of an emergency and instead of sending him back immediately they kept him there. Kidnapped him.

This was their fault.

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I looooove sassy Danny

DpxDc #20

Self manhandling.

Either someone in Gotham had a really grim sense of humor, or something else was happening, because the longer this was going on, the more stressed the Batfam became.

Not only them, but a lot of civilians.

It was horrifying, you would ask yourself why somebody was doing this- and here it is again!

The corpse of a teenage boy was being dragged around Gotham.

The poor guy was being hauled on the asphalt by an invisible force, grabbing him from his hoodie, little by little.

The vigilantes tried to do anything! Take the body somewhere safe, trying to find his real identity, exorcising whatever was dragging it, following it, but the damn guy would just disappear suddently!

They were sure the boy was dead; they were certain he was made of flesh and bones, but he wasn't rotting, not even months after the first sighting.

It was so grim, yet so frustrating!

.

.

.

Danny had fucked up.

Danny had fucked up sooooo much...

It was just a fight with Nocturne, not even a big one! It was just a small, small argument, but the guy immediately maimed him!

He was now in a ghost-induced coma (aka all vital signs untraceable, but no shutting down of organs), outside his body, and far, far from home.

He knew people were staring, but he couldn't do much about it, since he had to move around to find a solution somehow.

. . .

Also, what the fuck was going on with people running around in colorful, skin tight costumes?

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this is insane I love it

That’s not your medicine? - DC X DP prompt

Another idea I can't work on because time isn't on my favor, so I'm just begging someone else to write it TwT.

Slightly inspired by this post.

Years have passed by, and the ecto-acts were never repelled. Time has gone by, and Danny’s Jason's husband. Jason, friends and the family have noticed that Danny isn’t human but don’t bring it up because Danny seems terrified every time the subject seems to be about to be brought up (Yes, even Bruce wasn't able to question Danny. How would he? He tried to bring it up once and he was sure Danny was going to faint right then and there). 

Danny has some health issues. Fatigueness, muscle pain, random dizziness, fevers that seem to come out of nowhere. Apparently it is a chronic issue, since Jason caught Danny taking some red pills early in their marriage. Jason didn’t recognize the medicine's name, something Blossom, so he imagined it was something specific to his species. 

The married couple had been living happily for years and the family adores Danny.

One day a ghost faces into his house asking Danny for help, and of course Danny basically has a full on panic attack at being outed. Jason holds him close, grounds him and lets him calm down.

The ghost tells Danny that they need to do some errands in the human world, but the GIW has become way more active around the area he needs to visit, and needs to know how Danny has managed to hide so far. The conversation goes somewhat like this:

“I’m sorry, I don’t think you would want to do what I do. Even if you do, I’m not sure you can.”

“Please just tell me, I’ll decide if I want it by myself.”

Danny sights. He disappears for a moment in their bedroom and comes back with his medicine. He opens the bottle and inclines it to let the ghost see.

“I take this.”

The ghost looks into the bottle and is absolutely horrorized.

“Danny, you- you’re poisoning your core!”

“I know…”

“What do you mean poison?” Jason asks, alarmed “Isn’t this your medicine?”

Danny won’t meet his face. 

“How can you be consuming this!? How long-”

“I don’t have any other options, okay!? I can’t run into the infinite realms and hide like the rest of you! I have to reside on this side of the veil!” Danny snaps at the ghost.

“But this… you must be in excruciating pain.”

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Danny gets crammed into Gentleman Ghost's saddlebag. He can't phase out bc Gentleman Ghost and his horse are also ghosts.

It was a slow night. Red Hood and Red Robin were standing around the former’s bike, the latter tapping away on his phone while the older of them complained about his love life.

“Do you think I’ll ever find love?” Red Hood asked dramatically. “Maybe a tall, beautiful woman who spoils me and likes to read?”

“Nope,” Red Robin said in an offensively fast response. “I bet she’d run away from you first.”

“… says the asshole who almost dated as many people as Big Wing.”

“Not true. And you know that Steph lies for the drama!”

Red Hood could almost be seen leering behind the helmet. Red Robin grimaced as his big brother continued, “Actually… it was Damian who told me that.”

“I cannot believe that you’d believe that little rat,” Red Robin whined, finally lifting his head from his phone. “He lies even more than Steph!”

Red Hood just burst into laughter, but their banter was quickly cut off by the sound of echoey cackling and horse hooves.

Gentleman Ghost came flying by, his horse's hooves stomping across the ground. In his saddlebag, bouncing up and down from the horse's tredding, was a teenage boy, desperately trying to get out but unable to due to his size and the fact that he was sitting inside of it butt-first.

Red Hood and Red Robin froze in unison as they watched the ghost ride past.

Red Hood slowly turned to Red Robin.

"Any chance I can convince you that it was a hallucination?"

Red Robin stared at him. "Only if you're the one who has to talk to B about it."

Red Hood cursed and then climbed onto his bike. With a sigh, Red Robin followed behind him and they were off.