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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who from the moment he laid eyes on you, has only ever referred to you as his wife

You, this sweet little thing, running through the halls on base one day when you turn a corner and nearly run headfirst into the Lieutenant, who’s walking alongside Soap

“Oh! Sorry about that, sir.” You told him, never slowing down in your hurried pace as you snuck around his large frame and continued down towards whatever you were evidently late for

The only reason his gaze had followed your retreating form, was that unlike everyone else, you had met his eyes when you spoke, even smiled warmly up at him

That one smile and he was done for

“Who was tha’?” The sergeant had questioned, seeing Ghost’s attention still fixated on you.

“Think that was my wife.”

“Yer what?!”

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who makes it a point to let everyone know that you are in fact his wife

Well, everyone apart from you apparently

He would certainly never abuse his position as a Lieutenant, but some new recruit had the audacity to whistle at you as you walked by? Well 100 laps around the base don’t exactly run themselves

Another soldier saved you a seat next to him in a briefing? He can enjoy scrubbing toilet seats for the next week in that case

Someone actually had the bollocks to ask you for your phone number? Perfect, he needed a volunteer for demonstrating hand to hand combat to the recruits, medics on standby of course

By the time he properly introduces himself to you for the first time, it’s understood by everyone else around that you are, for all intents and purposes, Mrs Riley

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who listens to you tell him your name in a voice that resembles music to his ears, hardly bothering to remember your last name, seeing as it’ll be changing soon enough anyway

“You can call me anythin’ you want, love.” His deep, gravelly voice had sent shivers down your spine, cheeky smirk widening beneath his mask. “So long as you call me, that is.”

By the end of your first date, (you were sitting alone in the dining hall and he wordlessly joined you what do you mean this isn’t a date) he’s wondering if you’ll insist on a ceremony or if he can sweep you away to the nearest courthouse and make this official, slipping a ring onto you finger and himself into you

You had laughed when he put his number into your phone and named himself ‘Husband’, certain that the man was only messing with you, some kind of hazing that you apparently weren’t aware Lieutenants played on the new communications hire, but it was only fair seeing as he’d saved your contact under ‘Wife’

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who is over the moon every time you play along, even if he knows you believe you’re only playing

“Ach, thanks Lt. Just what I needed.” Soap said, seeing Ghost’s approaching form enter the common room, holding a steaming cup of tea in each hand

“S’for my wife. Get your own.” The older man gruffly replied, sliding the mug onto the side table next to where you’re curled up on the couch, reading a book

“Aw, thank you honey.” You giggled, smiling up as him with an expression he thinks would taste even sweeter than honey if he were to run his tongue across your upturned lips

“Happy wife, happy life, sergeant.” Ghost shrugged, ignoring the other man’s pout, landing next to you and reaching an arm behind you across the back of the couch

“God, maybe I really should keep you.” You’d laughed, reaching a leg out to dig your socked toes into his muscled thigh, teasing him

Grasping your foot into his large, strong hands, he began massaging it, uncaring that you were only two of the many people in the common room, not when you looked at him like that, smiling together as though you truly were nothing more than a married couple

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, who surprised you one day, insisting he needed your help with something crucial off base, and drove you to a local shopping outlet to look at none other than dresses

“Is there some sort of party happening?” You’d questioned, confused out of your mind

“Suppose you could consider it a party.” He’d answered, leading you through the many racks of dresses, you noticed were all, very conveniently, white

“Now while you’re lookin’ through dress sizes,” he’d added, taking your left hand in both of his. “You know your ring size? Got my own shoppin’ to do ‘round here.”

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Ellie: wow cool!! So we’re really related?

Bruce: yup. I’m your father.

Ellie: cool!

Batfam:

Ellie:

Ellie: sooooo, hypothetically….. if I was a clone

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Another DPxDC idea cause I am still brain rotting in this fandom.

AND ONCE AGAIN, its a deaged Dani/Dan idea. And dad!Danny.

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Bruce stared for a long moment. Trying to make sure he wasn't going insane or was just very sleep deprived from three days of near no sleep because of a difficult case.

......

Nope he was still seeing them.

Two children, a toddler and a baby in a baby walker were in the Batcave.... One eating Alfred made cookies while the other was finishing up its bottle. The two seemed at home in the cave and were being watched over by Alfred who looked over at him with a raised eyebrow of 'More children sir?'

Bruce could hear nearly all of his children (one was not with them just yet still upstairs, they needed to take a private phone call it seems) who had come down to the cave for their annual weekly reports and updates all asking him when did he get more kids to bring into the family.

The toddler of the two, a little girl with messy black pigtails and blue eyes noticed him and smiled widely at him, eyes sparkling with toddler mischief as she finished her cookie off and then loudly said "Grandpa B!"

Then with the speed only a sugar upped toddler could do she ran over and crashed into his legs, her little arms wrapping around him as best as she could. The baby had finished his milk, and noticed him as well, making grunting sounds and coo's as he did his best to move his baby walker towards him as well.

Bruce blinked, his mind blanking at what he had been called, as he stared down at the toddler that looked up at him with smile.

Bruce could hear his children all freaking out and he questioned which one of them made him a grandfather and never told him about it!

Bruce got his answer when the one still upstairs in the manor came running down yelling out what had to be the children's names

"Ellie! Dan!"

"Hi Daddy!" came the response from the toddler and a tiny grunt from the baby.

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I hate targeted ads but I also hate the untargeted gambling & ozempic ads (I dont like gambling and if I lost 10 pounds I'd die of malnutrition) maybe the truth lies somewhere inbetween... all ads are bad

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DCXDP Fanfic Idea: Book Bind

Danny Fenton gets kidnapped by the GIW and used in an experiment. Technically, they captured Phantom, but after a collar was snapped around his neck, meant to keep his powers at bay, Phantom turned into Fenton.

The GIW had no idea what to do with a human child. They haven't come across a Halfa before or had a single record of the possibility. Why would they?

Vlad was the first Halfa in history, and Danny was the second. Heck, the GIW weren't even sure what to call him. It's entirely possible that the Fruitloop was the one to coin the term Halfa, though Danny could never prove it.

The GIW weren't the most intelligent people around, nor were they taken half as seriously as any other underfunded government department. This played in Danny's favor because they had come to the assumption that Phantom had merely formed around Danny.

Much in the same way, Kitty once tried to take over Jazz, the GIW assumed Phantom had given him some kind of object that anchored him to the mortal realm. They searched his body for anything that Phantom could have infused with his power and all decided the pocket size spell book Danny picked up for Sam was the anchor.

They assured him they would free Danny from his role of a human puppet and flung the spell book into a ring of runes. Apparently, it would send the spell book back to once it came from as the agents stood around chanting.

To Danny, it just looked like a bunch of grown adults dancing around a poorly drawn salt circle. He was halfway through a witty remark when the spell book suddenly caught on fire. From there, the spell book rose, spinning in tight, fast circles until it melted away into a purple portal.

All portals Danny knew were green. It did not sit well with him that these hacks were able to obtain a different-colored one than the normal one. All at once, his inside turned, the hair on his arms rose, and a part deep within him actually felt like it was recoiling away from the salt circle.

Before Danny could even think of doing something- scream, run, fight- he felt himself being pulled towards the swirling shards of plum as if some invisible hook grabbed hold of his stomach and yanked.

The GIW agents watched, jaw slackened as what they were sure was human fly by, still tied to the office chair, screaming vulgar swear words. Danny collided headfirst into the portal, feeling the strange spell wash over him like a splash of ice water. The sensation of water didn't disappear as he was dragged through a tunnel of plum light, feeling his lungs scream for air.

As if being dragged underwater, Danny scrambled to make heads and tails of which direction he was going,- which was up? Which way was down? Where was the air!?- until the rushing water sensation spat him back out.

Gasping for air, Danny coughed, trying to get the water sensation out of his lungs even though he was bone dry. He floated a little across the floor, as if he were sliding on a puddle, unable to tug himself free of his bonds.

Since Danny was tied down from his wrists to the office chair armrests and his ankles to the pole holding the chair wheels, he was unable to push himself upright, winding up against a wall on his left side.

The sound of crashing waves eventually disappeared, leaving him groaning in pain on the ground. Black dots danced in front of his eyes, so he shut them, trying to get the nausea to stop swishing in his belly. Danny had never been inside a whirlpool, but he thinks that was a pretty accurate representation of the sensation.

Where in the world was he?

"Who's there?" Someone yelled from a distance away. They sounded young, likely close to Danny's age, and male. He tried to turn his head in that direction but found that doing so made his vertigo far worse.

Not to mention the ache in his lungs.

All he wound up doing was making a pathetic, small whimper of pain.

Danny felt the last bits of his consciousness start to slip away as footsteps grew closer. The echo that accompanied them made him think he was in some kind of underground cave. He swore he also heard the sound of waves, but that might just be the portal's non-water still stuck in his ears.

"Oh!" The voice from earlier gasped, now far closer. "My word. Are you alright!?"

Danny cracked his eyelids a little, looking up into the eyes of a strange-looking ghost. Danny would have almost called him human were it not for the gills he could see on the guy's neck. Though he did note that the stranger's grey eyes looked good with his sharp facial features and blond, white hair.

Danny's eyes felt heavy, causing his gaze to slip down to the bright red shirt the stranger was wearing, and then lock onto the golden, spear-like belt buckle. He slumped against the ground when his neck could no longer hold him up. Distantly, he noticed the gills weren't just a neck accessory. He had fins on the back of his calves and webbed feet.

Was this ghost part fish or something?

"Aqualad to Team, I have found a half-drowned civilian, requesting medical assistance." He heard the Fish-Ghost order before hands were on his body, cutting away at the rope. "You will be alright. Help is on the way."

Danny attempted to answer, but all that came out was a strange wheezed mutter before he passed out.

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All in Your Head

(a dc x dp au)

Bruce: *shaking Harley’s hand* Thanks for coming to see me on short notice.

Harley: It’s no problem. I didn’t have plans today.

Bruce: *leads her to the sitting area, sitting in an armchair*

Harley: *sits across from him* What’s going on Bruce? Is it system stuff? I thought you all were doing pretty okay last session. All things considered.

Bruce: I thought so too but…. I found another voice or alter I guess? And I don’t know when he got here. If he’s been here the whole time or if maybe I got stressed out and split? I dunno.

Harley: *nods* Both are possible… your split tolerance isn’t the best Bruce. What do you know about this new alter so far?

Bruce: He says his name is Danny and that he’s 15. *shrugs* I don’t know what he looks like. Marches says that he looks the way we did in high school but sometimes he’s a ghost. I don’t even know what that means.

Harley: *writing down notes* So he’s a non human alter. This wouldn’t be the first one you’ve had.

Bruce: *thinking about the dark shadow person with bat ears that crawls around on the ceilings in headspace* I’m aware…

Harley: Is Danny close to front right now? Is there any way we can communicate with him?

Bruce: *trying to check* Um��� no. But B is near front. He says he’s gonna look for him.

Harley: *smiles* Your gatekeeper is very responsible.

Bruce: *sighs* I do not know what I would do without that guy- I would not be able to handle our kids- *dissociates*

Harley: *waits patiently*

Bruce: *realizes someone is trying to switch* Gimme a second-

Harley: Take all the time you need.

*a few moments pass in silence*

Danny!Bruce: Someone asked for me?

Harley: *smiles, holding out a hand* I’m Doctor Harleen Quinzel. I am assuming you are Danny?

Danny!Bruce: *sits up excitedly* Oh my god lady- you gotta help me- I possessed this rich guy thinking I could lay low for a bit while my core healed but now I’m stuck in here and there’s like a lot of dudes in here and some sort of bat shadow thing? It’s scary as fuck- I just wanna go home-

Harley: *calming voice* It’s okay Danny. You are probably a little confused about your situation.

Danny!Bruce: *groans, his face in his hands* I just wanna go home…

Harley: *assuming Danny is talking about false memories* Why don’t you tell me a little bit about that? What you remember before joining the headspace?

Danny!Bruce: I live in Amity Park. It’s a pretty secluded area. I have a mom and dad and a sister named Jazz. I’ve got two best friends, Sam and Tucker. Literally where am I right now- because this isn’t Amity Park.

Harley: You are in a city called Gotham.

Danny!Bruce: Fucking Gotham!? Holy Cheerios, no wonder this guy’s brain is so weird…. This place is practically as volatile as Amity Park. This also explains the huge amounts of ecto in some of these kids-

Harley: *frowns* Ecto?

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One paragraph challenge: Danny is a side kick to a non Bat member

Hal shifts from foot to foot, nervously checking his watch for the fourth time. His new sidekick, or his new partner as the guardians prefer to call him, was running a bit late as teenagers are wont to do. He told the brat to be on time five times and sent him a reminder text, yet still here he stood alone in front of the primary seven, looking like a fool. He glances at the doorway helplessly, as Spooky and Wonder Woman both clear their throats pointedly, telling him to start before they lose their patience. Hal swallows. "Er, he's not here yet, but I wanted everyone to meet Danny Phantom, a new ring bearer. He's joined the Green Lantern Corps because he has a type of power ring, even if it's the Ring of Rage instead of a green lantern ring. Oh, he's also dead. Er, any questions?" Danny chose that moment to slam into the conference table, having flown in too fast to stop in time, sending papers and coffee mugs flying among cries of alarm. Hal winces. This is going to be a tough couple of years.

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The ghost bride

Misunderstandings, mentioned child marriage

The entire Amity Park is confused about Phantoms connection to Pariah Dark, the ghost king (that they just learned the existance of a few weeks prior)

He gets defensive whenever the king is mentioned in any way, he's rude whenever he talks about him, rolls his eyes and is just angry in general

No one ever knew why?

Untill the ghost king eventually showed up

He was a giant, with a flaming crown above his head and a mean scowl plastered on his face. He was terrifying

One of the things that stood out to the residents of Amity Park is a ring on Pariah Darks ring finger, it was a simple black ring with words engraved on it in a language that no one could decipher

The thing is, Phantom has the exact same ring on the exact same finger

It didn't take a lot of time for people to figure out what was happening between Phantom and the ghost king

Danny Phantom, dead or not, is a child bride

The entire Amity is enraged, they do not take someone hurting their hero very easily

Danny is unaware how his disdain towards Pariah Dark and the decorative ring that Clockwork got him is causing an uproar in the residents of his city

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"Hey Danny, say the word 'hair' in every single language you know." "Alright, how long can you make a TikTok?"

It's apparently some challenge, and another TikTokker doesn't believe Tucker when he says he knows someone who knows pretty much every language. So Danny, who has a built in cheat code to understand all dead languages, proceeds to say the word Hair in every single language he knows.

Tucker posts it.

Two weeks later, Jon Kent is scrolling through TikTok while lounging on the couch, his parents in the kitchen being gross.

There's this weird kid, face blurred and voice out of pitch for privacy, saying the word "hair" in every language he knows. It's a long video, and apparently there's three parts.

Then the boy says "hair" in perfect Kryptonian.

Then the boy breaks down and laughs, continuing in Kryptonian to say

"<<I think we're gonna have to blur me out man, that one was probably a mistake. I can already feel Superman breathing down my neck.>>"

"I can't understand you man, you're not speaking English."

The blurred teen laughs again and switches, repeating himself in English.

Clark is already by Jon's side by the time Jon looks up, eyes wide.

They call Bruce.

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more roommate simon!

i love the idea that simon thinks he's super open and available with his emotions and reader thinking he's really cold and disinterested. is he ooc? yeah. do i care? no. if you want cannon ghost, play the game!

simon riley doesn't know when you became so important to him.

the only reason he even put out the ad for a roommate was because his landlord though he'd moved out while he was away and he'd rather have some bird in his place than deal with that again.

you were just so easy; showing up to the coffee shop (where you requested to have your first meeting just in case he was some crazy murderer) face flushed, strands of hair all over the place, and sweater a mess; rushing to explain how you got sprayed by a sprinkler on your walk over then chased by a dog. and just as you repeat sorry for the 30th time simon thinks he's in love. you're officially his roommate 30 minutes later.

but it's so out of character for him. he hasn't been around anything other than hard ass military men since he was a teenager. fuck, he's killed hundreds of men in his line of work, tortured thousands more. (he doesn't like to think that that's why he's so drawn to you. that you're so different from who he has to be, someone he's been for so long, that being around you lets him breathe. that he feels like he can actually sit and enjoy his moments away from the field in your tiny manchester apartment.)

he thinks it actually started with the decorations.

the small trinkets you let around the common spaces when he was away. it starts with your room obviously; fairy lights above your bed that spills light into the hallway when he comes home in the early morning hours, paintings on the wall that eventually flow over into the living room, the small plants in your window sill that you ask him to water one day after you leave for work.

then the dinner table suddenly has checkerboard placemats and a vase of flowers that change with the season. and his run-down couch has decorative pillows and a throw blanket (both words he learned from you when he questions what the fuck is on his couch). then the bathroom in the hallway gets a new soap stand, and a mat is placed at your front door, next to the shoe organizer and coat rack.

so he starts buying things too; the penguin plushie in the supermarket window, the vase that matches the curtains in the living room, and a small skull magnet to rest on the face of your fridge.

and before simon knows it his dreary, cold apartment actually looks lived in. and instead of coming home to a dark hallway and an empty fridge, your flower lamp is on, some random show from the 90s is playing, and there's food on the table.

he gets to know you more than he thought he would; he knows what foods you don't like, the books you're reading and the ones you refuse to read again, and even that dick from work he promises to take care of if he bothers you again (it's evident that you think it's a joke and not something that he would genuinely do but simon doesn't think he's ever been more serious).

but he never lets you know too much about him, you don't need to know about it and the less you find out the better.

then came dinners, actual dinner not just him showing up while you already had food ready. you would ask if he wanted whatever you had made ( 'i'm already making food and i normally don't eat is all anyway, so i might as well share' ). so suddenly he was spending his nights at your table with a homecooked meal and simon doesn't think he could ever let this go.

then he gets sent away again, for way longer this time. he makes sure to update his paperwork, changes his emergency contact, your name swirled onto the spouse line. you were probably as close as he'll ever get to one and if you're there they'll tell you if anything happens to him faster. he doesn't want to think of how nice your first name looks with his last name. and you'll probably never even know, simon's never gotten that injured before and he doesn't plan on it now.

months in the heat of the middle east return him to hard shell of a man he was. coming home caked in dirt, blood speckled on his clothes; he doesn't want you to see him like this, he doesn't want you to know this version of him. and for the first time he regrets letting you come into his life.

you are home when he gets back, 2:30 in the morning and every light is off, he opens your door to make sure. you're asleep, not shocking, cuddled into the giant octopus you won at an arcade. he tries not to move, he just wants to look at you for a little bit.

he wakes up the next morning to breakfast and a new pair of combat boots. he's only home for a week this time, not that he's ever home for longer than a month, and he tries to soak up all of your time. you complain about your car, he's on it. the heater started being testy, that's fine he'll take care of it. he's going grocery shopping with you, he watching that weird hospital show, and he enjoys his time in domestic bliss before getting thrown back into some random country.

somehow that all led him here. laying in a hospital bed with two bullets lodged in his shoulder with you sitting in some shitty chair pulled as close to the bed as you could.

"so uh, i'm mrs. riley now?"

"yeah, ya are. 'av been for a while."

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University really is about looking at the worst pdf known to man huh

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Ok the Jason adopts de-aged Danny (possibly also deaged Ellie and Dan)

But, what if he adopts them pre-identity reveal? Like now he’s got to plan/enact his revenge on Batman and take care of his kid(s).

Red Hood was tired, no exhausted. It had been a long long night, he had another confrontation with the Bat and this time the asshole had brought along Nightwing, his precious new Robin no where to be seen. Which had been in his favor, if the cuckoo had shown up he didn’t know if he would have been able to stop himself from shooting all of them and ruining all his plans. Batman pissed him off enough, but all three of them? His fury would have known no bounds.

The fight had been a draw, he managed to get them out of the alley without being caught and subsequently destroying everything he had built and worked for so far. He had to made a pit stop at one of his safe houses to patch himself up, his injuries weren’t to bad, he didn’t need many stitches nor did he have any broken bones. Jason had wanted to stay at the safe house, sleep dragging at him. But he had somewhere to be, someone to take care of, he couldn’t leave them alone all night.

So he dressed himself in civies and left the safe house, sticking to the shadows, being careful to avoid being spotted. Irritation was still bubbling beneath his skin, threatening to spill over as he climbed the stairs to an apartment he knew well and unlocked the door.

“ DAD “ a shout shouted and his anger immediately evaporated. He smiled and crouched as a small body came flying at him and leaped into his arms, he held him tight and struggled to his feet when he refused to let go, carrying his kid into the living room after paying the babysitter.

Jason had not planned on taking in a kid, but when he had found the small boy hardly older than six trying to steal the tires off his bike and spitting with fury when he was caught, well… he hated to admit it but one of Bruce’s tendencies had rubbed off on him.

He would do anything for Danny, the boy had wiggled his way into his heart that hadn’t felt anything but rage in years and helped him feel love and happiness again. No one would ever hurt his son, not on his watch. He would both get his revenge on Batman and be a better father than he ever could.

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Hey babs, what you got there?

"A Bat smoothie?" Babs said, typing on her laptop as she sip a bat smoothie, a sleepy toddler with his thumb in his mouth, an old looking Einstein bear that he was clinging to, a falling space theme kid blanket and bat kid meal nearly slipping off her lap.

Black fluffy hair, sleepy blue eyes that slowly closed, in white, red, and blue jumper clothes with tiny red and white shoes as he yawn so quietly with his head slump into the teddy bear.

"Sooo where you got the kid?" Tim asked again as his eyebrow a bit, glancing back at Babs.

"Oh, this is danny fenton. He is four years old. I couldn't find his mom when he was in the library and he kept calling me mom insisting i was his mom, and he didn't in the system base, and I'm currently pretending until I find his original name or a match shown in the missing child files or until Flash answer the call." Babs said nonchalant typing on her laptop, pulling up the space blanket over to cover Danny probably who snuggled closer to Babs.

Part 1 here <-

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Mommy, I can't find jazzy?

Babs was finishing up her side job, putting away her laptop into her backpack, zipping it up only to freeze seeing a little boy in a jumper with teary blue eyes, black hair wearing a teal beanie, holding Einstein bear clutch in one small arm, his lips wobbling a bit as if trying to hold back tear.

"Mommy, I can't find jazzy... and Daddy haven't come back even though I called out Ghosts like you told me to."

Oh, nu, Bruce's Adoptied a wayne bait is contagious like Dick said.

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"What just happen?!?"

"Jazz did you really forgot the no wish rule!" Sam frustrated said a bit loud out if it weren't weren't the toddlers asking her for another story to read out loud.

"Did a natural portal really just spawn, suck Danny at the wrong time and place, and disappears letting Desiree escape too?!?"

"Mom and Dad are going to kill me..." Jazz mumbled into her hands.

She completely forgot about Desiree as she was mad at Danny talking about why he had to come talk about ghost safety to a bunch of toddlers when he have a tight schedule already with being infinite ghost, clockwork's crytic session and lessons, helping make sure tucker don't almost get assassinated for his brilliant work, and doing collage homework.

Then Desiree came to a friendly fight and volunteered with how to deal with a ghost presentation using her Bearbert as exanple only for Danny to not listen to her already frustrated.

It just slipped out in the moment of rage.

She didn't actually mean to say I wish you were a toddler again if you think being an adult is so hard to handle!

-> Part 2 here

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Danny has quite a few unique abilities, and they all help him not to die...permanently. He decides to use this to his advantage.

Ghosts in the Zone who died violent deaths, who were murdered, need their murderers brought to justice.

Usually, it's due to a lack of evidence that they aren't.

So Danny uses himself as bait to get the evidence required, letting the murderer "kill" him as an unidentified John Doe, and then disappears from the morgue after the autopsy (turns out that while autopsy's sting a bit, it's like getting a few cavities drilled; if he's patient and doesn't fall asleep, it's over before he knows it, and he's free to go).

Danny is letting a corrupt cop "kill" him this time, but it's a bit more violent than he intended, because in the middle of the cop's speech one of the local vigilantes showed up.

The cop panicked.

The cop went outside of their MO and stabbed Danny in the chest.

Now Danny has a vigilante ignoring the cop, who is getting away, in favor of trying to save Danny.

"It's fine, stop," Danny groans, trying to ignore the blood coming up his throat. Gross, he hates this part, ew. "I'm already dead."

Naturally, hearing him say this does not help the vigilante calm down.

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There’s so many fics where Danny is miffed in Gotham or Metropolis because he can’t see the stars because of the pollution… what if he can change that? After a quick trip to the Ghost Zone and a wish with Desire, any place that Danny is in at night, that city will always be perfectly clear of any pollution, making the stars more visible than it’s been in thousands of years. Danny can now forever always see the stars at night.

The hero of that city, not knowing the cause of this sudden window into a perfect nights sky, is trying to find why this happened to their city.

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Demon Twins AU where Danny came to Wayne Manor with Damian

Dick threw himself on the couch next to Danyal. Damian was out of the house with Bruce for the next 2-4 hours after Danyal implied Damian would love to go with the zoo with his "dad".

The family of Bats couldn't help but notice their newest pair of members acted different when apart from each other.

He nudged Danyal, ignoring the feeling of a concealed weapon in his baggy pants.

Danyal looked over, raising his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"I've been curious, Danny why are you so..."

"Normal--- While Damian is a brat?" Danyal flipped through a couple channels as he spoke, still unable to make a choice on a show.

"I wouldn't put it like that, but yeah."

"er... so as the second heir, Mother decided to focus my education on, like, blending in to any environment for infiltration purposes. She even sent me to live with a few foster families so I would get an idea of how American families think an act." He stopped channel surfing so he could list them off on his fingers, "It was two weeks with the Burns, like, a day with the Mortons, and six months with the Fentons."

"Six months?" Dick questioned, alarmed. That was a long time for an infiltration mission for someone his age. How was he not attached?

Tim, who had taken up residency out of stabbing range for this conversation, set up with his lap top and a case file spoke up, "So, you're just masking all the time?"

"Affirmative." Danyal answered in the exact same way Damian did.

"Then why is Damian so..." Tim followed up, referencing his and Damian's contemptuous relationship.

"He's throwing fits to prove to me Father won't throw us out." Danyal shrugged. He ended up settling on an Animal documentary Damian would like.