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*Looks at the draft for the next bit* she is going to have to get in line behind behind me and his parade of bats...

DP x DC Prompt: Eternal Teen Phantom Meets Eternal Child Baby Doll

"Mary Louise Dahl, also known as Baby Doll, is an actress born with systemic hypoplasia, a rare condition which kept her from ever growing, meaning that she spent all of her life looking like an adorable little girl." -Batman The Animated Series wiki

Danny, frustrated with how he hasn't aged past 14 despite being in his 20's, leaves Amity Park behind. His lack of aging wasn't a problem for his friends and family, but a man can only be laughed out of so many job interviews. Eventually, his wandering brings him to Gotham.

Mary, still reeling from her disastrous attempt at happiness and newly incarcerated in Arkham, doesn't resist when reporters make her their latest show pony - what a novelty, a washed up actress who hides a Tommy gun in her dolly and looks like a toddler! Her sad mug is plastered across every paper in town for a week, in her jumpsuit and ringlet curls.

Danny sees the papers, and finds in them someone he can relate to. He may have been a hero, and she a villain, but they were both driven to it by circumstance, right?

He writes her a letter. Mary writes one back. They become pen pals. Tentative friends, even.

And then there's a breakout at Arkham. Mary isn't answering Danny's texts, and there are reports of fatalities. Chaos fills the streets.

Phantom goes looking for Baby Doll.

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Optional part 2 is not a go....

In his panic, Danny flew to the center of Gotham. Problem with that is, it's on fire, frozen, hazy in green smoke, and all easily identifiable landmarks were not there. Even the tall tower that could have been Wayne tower, no longer had the iconic W.E. sign on it. How in the world was he supposed to find a woman the size of a toddler, a green woman with red hair, another woman in a harlequin outfit, or a giant crocodile man? He vaguely remembers Mary saying that Harley was bragging about the large greenhouse Ivy had in a park and how she was pet sitting her two hyenas. So where was the-

Danny instinctively dodged a stray ice beam that lanced from below. Looking down, he saw a man in a blue suit that was a mix of a deep divers suit and artic wear fighting a person in purple, and another in black and gold. Surprisingly, even with all the stray beams, the two took down who he thought was Mr. Victor Freeze. Mary didn't really tell too much about the other big names" in the asylum, but big, blue, and ice puns fit the bill for his identity.

Maybe Optional part 1 is still a go?

Danny waited for them to complete tying Dr. Freeze up before asking for directions. He had manners.

"Excuse me?"

He almost went back invisible when they both jolted and went into a fighting stance facing him.

"OH, no no no, I am not here to fight, I just need some directions!"

"Is that so? Where to?" The purple one quipped, but not leaving her battle ready stance.

"Uh, a greenhouse? I am looking for someone, and they aren't where their posting address was, and I am concerned for their safety." Danny responded, he internally debated on slowly floating away.

"Name?" The other girl asked.

Danny gulped. Last one he said Mary's name to, he seemed unhappy about it. But he didn't think asking for Ivy or Harley would be any better.

"Uhhhhhh, classified?"

There was a beat where the girl in black gave him the flatest look, and the purple one actually face palmed. Not that he could blame her, he wanted the ground to open up and swallow him for even attempting that. Heck, even Victor Freeze gave him an incredulous look!

"I see that this was a bad idea, I am just gonna -" Danny allowed gravity to take him and phased through the concrete. Not quite what his embarrassment wanted, but close enough. Made him feel a bit better.

Optional part 2 electric boogaloo? After all, people say crocodiles love the sewers in New York, maybe Crocodile man lives in Gothams.

DP x DC Prompt: Eternal Teen Phantom Meets Eternal Child Baby Doll

"Mary Louise Dahl, also known as Baby Doll, is an actress born with systemic hypoplasia, a rare condition which kept her from ever growing, meaning that she spent all of her life looking like an adorable little girl." -Batman The Animated Series wiki

Danny, frustrated with how he hasn't aged past 14 despite being in his 20's, leaves Amity Park behind. His lack of aging wasn't a problem for his friends and family, but a man can only be laughed out of so many job interviews. Eventually, his wandering brings him to Gotham.

Mary, still reeling from her disastrous attempt at happiness and newly incarcerated in Arkham, doesn't resist when reporters make her their latest show pony - what a novelty, a washed up actress who hides a Tommy gun in her dolly and looks like a toddler! Her sad mug is plastered across every paper in town for a week, in her jumpsuit and ringlet curls.

Danny sees the papers, and finds in them someone he can relate to. He may have been a hero, and she a villain, but they were both driven to it by circumstance, right?

He writes her a letter. Mary writes one back. They become pen pals. Tentative friends, even.

And then there's a breakout at Arkham. Mary isn't answering Danny's texts, and there are reports of fatalities. Chaos fills the streets.

Phantom goes looking for Baby Doll.

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The city was in shambles, on fire, and frozen?

He guessed with a big enough city and enough rogues, anything was possible. Amity had a field day when both Undergrowth and Vortex decided to throw tantrums at the same time. They didn't even team up, they just happened to show up at the same time!

Off topic, back to Mary. Back to whatever in the world happened to Gotham for it to be in even more of a disaster than usual...... check list time.

Go look at the asylum.

Scooby-Doo investigate from there.

Profit?

(Optional) Ask a Bat.

(Optional if first Optional doesn't work) Ask a nicer 'Villain' Mary always said Harley and Ivy were nice enough, maybe them? Or maybe Waylon if he isn't in a face-eaty mood.

Danny shakes his head. It's not the best of plans, but you make due with bread crumbs, right?

Well then....

That isn't good at all....

Danny paused his frantic flight at the absolute destruction of the asylum. The front gates were craters, and the entity of the in-processing was rubble. Heck, he couldn't even tell where the front doors were. Even worse was, there was no one there. At all.

There were no cops or workers to clean up or repair the damage. Every personnel and patient were gone without a trace. What in the world happened?

Danny settled for phasing through the remains, hoping to maybe find Mary's room. It took him a bit, but he was able to find it, or what was left of it. There was only one wall left standing, and somehow, there was a picture that he sent of the Grand Canyon still taped on the wall. The only reason he was still able to focus was the fact there was no sign of grievous injury or sent of death in this section of the asylum. He stood holding that picture as if it would tell him the entirety of what it witnessed.

Danny snapped out of his borderline disassociation when he heard a purposeful footstep behind him. Whirling around, he came to face a tall man in black and blue. Nightwing, his mind supplied. Mary talked about him and said he was witty and loved to trade puns and banter. Gave him an 8/10 for dramatic portrayals and said he would have been fun to work with if he was in the entertainment industry -

"Hey there!" That snapped Danny out of his head again. "Can I ask what you are doing here?" Nightwing cheerfully asked, as if they saw each other at a coffee shop or bookstore instead of ground zero of the worst day of Gothams history.

"I -" Danny paused. Out of all the Bats, Nightwing was the one ranked 'nicest' to interact with. Optional number 1 it was. "I am looking for someone. Ms. Mary Dahl."

Nightwing's smile went a bit too tense before he relaxed bit.

"I see. May I ask why you are looking for Ms. Dahl?"

Danny was caught in a conundrum. Tell Nightwing that he was her pen pal, and have them find out that Dany Fenton and Phantom were one of the same, or try to lie and possibly get his butt kicked into next Tuesday. Unfortunately, Danny could tell he was running out of time with the vigilantes patience, so he did what any 20 something would do in an awkward encounter.

Say "Nope." And vanish.

Looks like optional part 2 is a go!

DP x DC Prompt: Eternal Teen Phantom Meets Eternal Child Baby Doll

"Mary Louise Dahl, also known as Baby Doll, is an actress born with systemic hypoplasia, a rare condition which kept her from ever growing, meaning that she spent all of her life looking like an adorable little girl." -Batman The Animated Series wiki

Danny, frustrated with how he hasn't aged past 14 despite being in his 20's, leaves Amity Park behind. His lack of aging wasn't a problem for his friends and family, but a man can only be laughed out of so many job interviews. Eventually, his wandering brings him to Gotham.

Mary, still reeling from her disastrous attempt at happiness and newly incarcerated in Arkham, doesn't resist when reporters make her their latest show pony - what a novelty, a washed up actress who hides a Tommy gun in her dolly and looks like a toddler! Her sad mug is plastered across every paper in town for a week, in her jumpsuit and ringlet curls.

Danny sees the papers, and finds in them someone he can relate to. He may have been a hero, and she a villain, but they were both driven to it by circumstance, right?

He writes her a letter. Mary writes one back. They become pen pals. Tentative friends, even.

And then there's a breakout at Arkham. Mary isn't answering Danny's texts, and there are reports of fatalities. Chaos fills the streets.

Phantom goes looking for Baby Doll.

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Ms. Dahl,

I hope this letter finds you in good spirits.

My name is Danny, and I am kinda in a similar situation as you. Though I do not have the same medical condition you do, I do have an appearance of a 14 year old boy versus the 26 year old that I actually am. I am not too sure why I am writing this letter to you, but I do hope that you know that I understand the anger frustration. I have been laughed out of many job interviews for looking like a tween in a suit. I can only imagine how much more infuriating it would be in the entertainment industry. If you ever want an ear from one that has more of an understanding of your situation, I will be a letter away.

- Danny Fenton

It started out with probably the cringeist letter that he could have made. But what else could he really write? He was writing to a "villain" in an insane asylum in New freaking Jersey! Sure, he felt for Ms. Dahl... completely understood her snap, really.... ancients knows he felt like doing the same, and he was born in a more forgiving time! With all the aliens, metas, and obvious supernatural stuff that gets reported worldwide, you would think people would learn not to judge face value. That being said, Ms. Mary's letter came back rather quickly. It made him feel a bit better that her letter was just as awkward as his was. Over time, they both smoothed out their responses. He could almost say with 90% certainty that they were friends. They would trade what their therapists would suggest to them, laugh at the shenanigans that they both could get up to with their younger appearances, and complain hard at what condescending jerks most people are.

After every asylum break out, Mary would send a letter stating that she was still there, safe for the most part. It worried him to no end, but he knew that to protect any pen pals the 'patients' got, the letter with the return address was removed, and only the letter itself made it to the recipient. She told him that is how they did the letter exchanges after he asked if she liked the drawing his niece drew on the envelope. She also said that these letters were one of the only reasons she didn't join the breakouts. So, when a full week passed since the last breakout with no letter, Danny got worried. It had taken a week and a half before, Mary said that Waylon Jones had trashed the receiving area when he left, so they had to move everything, and that took a few days before they could send mail out.

But that didn't happen often...

and usually took only a few days to do.....

He needed to go check on her............

DP x DC Prompt: Eternal Teen Phantom Meets Eternal Child Baby Doll

"Mary Louise Dahl, also known as Baby Doll, is an actress born with systemic hypoplasia, a rare condition which kept her from ever growing, meaning that she spent all of her life looking like an adorable little girl." -Batman The Animated Series wiki

Danny, frustrated with how he hasn't aged past 14 despite being in his 20's, leaves Amity Park behind. His lack of aging wasn't a problem for his friends and family, but a man can only be laughed out of so many job interviews. Eventually, his wandering brings him to Gotham.

Mary, still reeling from her disastrous attempt at happiness and newly incarcerated in Arkham, doesn't resist when reporters make her their latest show pony - what a novelty, a washed up actress who hides a Tommy gun in her dolly and looks like a toddler! Her sad mug is plastered across every paper in town for a week, in her jumpsuit and ringlet curls.

Danny sees the papers, and finds in them someone he can relate to. He may have been a hero, and she a villain, but they were both driven to it by circumstance, right?

He writes her a letter. Mary writes one back. They become pen pals. Tentative friends, even.

And then there's a breakout at Arkham. Mary isn't answering Danny's texts, and there are reports of fatalities. Chaos fills the streets.

Phantom goes looking for Baby Doll.

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Your honor, how stupid can I draw him?.

my eyes only see black white and green

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I would say the parking lot did win, but that was because he tripped and forgot to catch himself with his flight. Completely faceplanted, and 5 minutes of laying there lamenting his life.

Imagine Danny walking down the street with this on a t-shirt

video under the cut

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I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.

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Grand Theft Danny part 23

Previous. Masterpost

It took some coaxing before Black Bat believed them enough to get closer to the Batmobile. She didn't know what to make of the child that possessed? the Batmobile. The Batmobile normally had no tells, and the kid could detach themselves from the car to look unassuming. Now that the child, Danny, was back in ‘control’ the car moved. It somehow expressed minuscule amounts of emotion where there should be none.

Cass once heard Barbara tell Tim to ‘Stop humanizing the computers’ Cass did not know what she meant then. She thinks she understands now, although she doesn't know what Tim sees in his computers to equate to this.

From her perch she could see how the car moved. How the doors never really settled in the latches, like how someone taps their toes inside their shoes, not easily visible, but a consistent movement. How the headlights that move side to side to match the turning of the car swipe left and right, moving to ‘look’ between her direction and the boys. How the radio fluctuates to indicate breaths and an attempt to muffle their amusement.

It was unsettling. It was new.

Her brothers believed Danny meant no harm, and was making the best of his unfortunate circumstance.

She was not as sure, but there are no tells for nor against Danny that she could read.

She didn't know whether to be scared, intimidated, or fascinated to learn about Danny without the aid of her training. In a way, she was blind, and that was thrilling terrifying.

Listening to Danny rifle through voice files, trying to answer Steph’s questions, and playing notification sounds trying to assign noises for everyone as they all shouted and talked over each other was the same brand of chaotic energy the bats got into with prank wars.

Cass got jolted out of her thoughts by Stephanie shaking her side.

“BB! What do you think of your sound being TV static?!”

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MasterPost

Not Old Enough

Ghost, Hero's. Too little too Late

Danny's Hustle

Part 1 Part 2

Gothams sunshine Child

Part1, Part2, part3 , Part4 .Part5

Crown Of Time and Themyscira

Part 1

Phantom Manor

“Meet the Parents (And Their Armory)”

Quiet shadows and Loud secrets

Ghost of a chance

"Diplomacy for the Feral and the Damned"

Part1, part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 Part6, Part7, Part 8,

Dad Strenth

Original post My additions

Dont Mess with our Daughter

Vlad's Mistaken capture

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9,

Part 10

Between a Bat and a hard place

Ghosts Don’t Kill… Right?

Cujo VS Joker

Joker Hates Teenagers

Sweet war

Part 1 Part 2

Ghosts, Bats, and a Jealous Witch

Phantom Fashion

sleepy boy

DPxDC prompt 1

DPxDC Prompt2

DPXDC prompt 3

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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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This is giving me ideas, but I am at work......

Jason's fucked up new dog-DCxDP prompt

Based on this video

Jason found a decrepit Xolo dog a few months ago. The thing looked half dead. It was almost entirely hairless and thoroughly unpleasant.

Jason refuses to listen to any negative talk about his puppy. The thing weezes and has a cough of a smoker.

How it escapes death—no one knows. That is until a boy showed up at Jason's door with a clipboard.

"I'm here for—Darcy." He said "He's like 4 years overdue and he's evaded everyone before me."

An apprentice grim reaper had come for Darcy and Jason needed to convince him to not take the dog.

Force wasn't going to work, and telling him that he loved his dog and didn't want to lose him didn't work either.

The teen wasn't moved in the slightest.

"Look, dogs die. We treasure what time we have, and we learn to move on. I have a dog myself, and I get it. You can get a new friends and know that he'll be fine with us." The grim said.

Jason had an idea. Two people that could wear down anyone. Tim and Damian.

His brother actually came in handy as they argued Jason's case.

"The paper says that Darcy is overdue to die. But that's impossible because he wasn't named Darcy until 2 months ago. If anything his new name and identity would transfer to a new contract and thereby extend his life as a grace period." Tim argued.

"While I appreciate the semantics, Darcy has lived a good 17 years for a dog. He is also a xolo which means he has an important role to guild the dead and looking after the deceased." The grim said.

"If that's the case, he belongs with Todd." Damian said confidently.

"What do you mean?" The grim asked suspiciously.

"You're all about paperwork and contracts right?Well, Jason is legally dead and physically half dead. So Darcy is like a service dog." Tim said, backing Damian's claim.

The grim cased a look at the twitching, cow eyed dog. Then he sighed.

"Alright. The death dodgers is yours. I don't think we are in short supply of reaping dogs anyways. I'll be checking in of course because the oldan is going to croak eventually. Take my card and call me when you are finally willing to give him a peaceful death natural death, and not a needle from a vet." The grim said, handing Jason his card and disappearing in a black mist.

The black card had white ink lettering.

"Danny Phantom. You only need to say the name."

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Demon Twins AU where Maddie is a League affiliate who's been studying the properties of Lazarus Water scientifically. Sure, she calls it ectoplasm, mostly to lay low, but also partially because it's more explainable that way and is, technically, correct.

Danny was always the more academic twin (while Damian was more athletic), which would have been fine in regular life but was a death sentence in the League. So Talia smuggles him out and places him with an operative who has the safest long-term undercover assignment of anyone in the League. She tells Ra's she has chosen the appropriate heir for him, and disposed of the spare.

Danny continues to send monthly reports to his mother for years, right alongside Maddie, all the way up until the portal accident. Then... he starts hiding things.

Grandfather would replicate his accident a thousand times in pursuit of power. He knows that.

From Damian's perspective, his brother went on a mission one day and never returned. Nobody ever spoke of him again.

He knows he is dead. Damian Wayne is not a fool.

But he was not expecting his brother to amass such great power in the afterlife. Now, staring at the summoned Ghost King, the king with the familiar face, he can only hope and pray that Grandfather never finds out about this.

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Jason: I was dead, now I am alive.... Does that make my death a 'Phase' I grew out of? For shame old man.

Tim: Who and what are we interviewing today?

Tam: The What is a social media manager candidate who will be in charge of the new branch for the PR department. The Who is Daniel Fenton. He has a Master's in Communications, a bachelor's in marketing and is working on a associate in public relations.

Tim: I thought W.E. already had media accounts?

Tam: Unofficial ones, but they have generated enough positive feedback that impacted our sales greatly in a good way. The board is going to put everyone behind the different unofficial accounts into one big team, and the manager will oversee them. This will hopefully increase our presence in the younger generation.

Tim: Okay. Why wasn't I at that meeting?

Tam: From my understanding it was when you were quarantined due to that nasty head cold that almost killed you.

Tim: Oh yeah the one from Mars.

Tam: I hate that your missing spleen means you're more likely to say, "I got a cold from Mars, and it almost killed me"

Tim: You learn to live with it. What should I know about this Fenton, before I see him?

Tam: Well, Bruce made it clear he in no way wants you to hire Fenton. Apparently, the boy's parents and he were rivals in college, as the very few interested in the paranormal from a academic point of view. Bruce was a one-man team for Gotham U's paranormal club attempting to debunk thier research on the grounds that it was inhumane towards ghosts.

Tim: Okay. Throw the interview. Got it

Tam: Bruce also wanted me to pass along the message "Don't you dare attempt to kiss the enemy's spawn"

Tim: *sighs* How easy does that man think I am? Honestly.

Two hours later:

Danny: Hello, Im Danny Fenton. I'm here for the interview-

Tim: First question: Are you single?

Danny: Um...yes?

Tim: *Typing into his laptop* good, good. How would your leadership better Wayne Enterprise's image online?

Danny: Im glad you asked, I-

Tam opening the door: I got the email to begin the hiring process. Tim. Why are you're trying to prove Bruce, right?

Tim: Im a weak man. A simple weak man. The Romero in this cruel Shakespearian world.

Danny:.....How much was the pay again?

Tim: Fifty dollars a hour, eighty hours every payroll, plus overtime, all benefits included.

Danny: I'll gladly be the Juliet for conditions like that. My parents will just have to deal with it.

Tam rolling her eyes: Great. There is two of them now. I need a raise.

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Luthor's Cricket part 9

Previous. Masterpost

Lex was surprised. Working with Phantom was surprisingly easy. For a teen, he knew plenty about governments and lawmaking, how a voter base would take some wording, and another would take others. He did request a computer and other materials to study this world's history and laws. Lex did have to control the mouse and navigate websites, as the ghost could not use electronics without draining the battery instantly, but the kid had valuable insight as to why things in history happened. Lex didn't even feel annoyed at having to notate the teens' thoughts on his laptop.

“How do you know all of this Phantom?” Lex finally asked.

“Hm? Oh, you know, you pick up some things when you are labeled as a non sentient being that just mimics human consciousness.” Phantom stated with complete nonchalance.

Lex slammed his hands on the table. “WHAT!?”

Phantom jumped at the noise.

“What do you mean? It has been obvious you are sentient and sapient! Who are these people, are they in this dimension? If they are I will help you sue them for slander-”

“Lex!” Phantom yelled to stop the man, softer he continued. “Lex, they do not exist anymore. They are from my home dimension and have long since passed. There is nothing you can do.” Phantom whispered the last part.

Lex huffed. “I do not believe that anyone could have one conversation with you and not think that you are a sapient creature. Human is debatable, but you are an intelligent being. Even if I hate Kal-El, he is an ‘intelligent’ being, if not a particularly bright one.”

Phantom smiled. “Thank you Lex, but it's very late, you should probably get to bed.”

Lex started and looked at his watch, it was 12:48 am. It had been a long day.

“Very well, you remember where the spare room is?” Lex asked.

“Ya, even though I don't need sleep, it's appreciated.” Phantom sighed.

As soon as Lex's door closed he panicked.

“Oh lord, I have a child now.”

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Luthor's Cricket part 8

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Lex thought he managed to scare off the little spirit, it had been about 5 hours since his rant in the conference room, but Lex could not help but replay the entire interview back in his mind.

He could see by his answers and Lane's rebuttals could make one not of this world think he was an evil man. Not to mention Phantom's... odd relations with other rich and... uncouth men over his apparently short life. He could not fully blame the child for projecting his trauma onto Lex.

Lex ran through his list of the child.

He appears to be somewhere between 13-15 years old. He died young, but there is no telling how long he has been dead, if he was ever alive to begin with. Though Lex doubts the latter.

He knew a rich man that tried to force a familial relationship upon him.

He was not killed from a kidnapping, but who knows if the man was the one who killed him. He copes with humor and sass, like any child his age. But his silent reaction to Lex yelling at him made him think that there was something there that had triggered him. Was he killed by a hero gone rogue?

It was an uncomfortably short list, full of speculation, but expected since he has only interacted with the teen for a day and a half, and most of it had been malicious on both their parts.

Lex sighed and rubbed his eyes, leaning back on his living room couch. He had dealt with his randomly assigned essay partners in college better than this.

“Hey…. Mr. Luther?”

Lex violently startled at the small voice for the doorway to the foyer.

“Yes, Phantom?”

“You are right.”

“What?” Lex asked, confused.

Phantom shuffled into the living room, standing on the other side of the low coffee table. “That should always be something you should worry about. Someone that strong should have plans in place to keep them from hurting other people. After I left, I saw that the person he was fighting was able to mind control him briefly. He did some pretty bad damage before Wonder Woman was able to stop him and arrest the guy.” Phantom rubbed his arms in a self soothing fashion. “After he came to, he tried to jump back into the action. He is reckless in his collateral. I can't speak for if he feels guilty about what he did, but he has been around for a while. He hasn't seemed to be more mindful of those caught up in the fights, just those in the direct line of fire.” The teen sighed. “For the few he rescues, more die from the buildings the rogues and himself break.

I still think how you are going about it is the wrong way, but… I can help you workshop some better stuff.” Phantom asked with a small smile.

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Grand Theft Danny part 22

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“Seriously, you hijacked the Batmobile and did not invite us? For Shame!” Spoiler wailed, draping herself across the hood like it was a fainting couch.

Hood scoffed. “So you don't want me to have brotherly bonding with-”

“So you admit we are brothers!” Nightwing crowed.

Hood shoved Nightwing “Shut up dickhead, Signal is a brother, you are debatable on a good day and Dan-” Hood was cut off by Nighwing launching himself onto Hood.

Everyone watched as Hood and Nightwing wrestled, cheering on as Nightwing avoided chokeholds.

Signal soon appreciated that he had moved away to get a good view of everyone and had set his visor to record. Danny decided it was his turn to ‘cheer’ by playing the intro song for John Cena.

On Full Blast.

Signal quickly saved multiple copies of all the vigilantes scattering like startled cats. Nightwing and Hood launched off each other, ending up out of frame, Spoiler yelped and scampered off of the car, and Black Bat leaped back and managed to cling to the side of a lamp post. She was the only one left in frame, and her entire being radiated unsettled vibes. Signal imagined her looking like a cat, completely poofed, claws stuck into a wall, staring at the Batmobile in terrified yet morbid curiosity.

Duke could not hold himself back any longer as he roared with laughter. Hood and Nightwing soon followed as they found Black Bat still clinging to the pole.

“Danny, you are now Officially our brother!” Nightwing declared.

“Who the hell is Danny?!” Spoiler shrieked.

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Chapter One

Life is going pretty well for Danny Fenton. He's a top engineer at Wayne Enterprises, has an apartment full of plants, and is resolutely ignoring his ghostly side. Or at least he was until a run in with Poison Ivy's plants resulted in a night spent cuddling some Bats as a giant, otherwordly bird. (Or birdritch, if one would rather.) Danny is more than a little embarrassed in the morning and more than a little confused when his life starts filling up with Waynes over the next few weeks. Why did Bruce Wayne have to be so charming? And why did his family have to feel like home?