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[justreadalot]

The worst jobs ever lead to 0 Student debt

Have you ever been so broke that you've resorted to gigs that normally would make you seem like a minor villains goon?

Danny has.

Being practically broke, drowning in constant student debt, college student has led to some of the weirdest side gigs Danny has ever done. He can at the very least confirm that as he continues his degree in Astrophysics at MIT.

But in all honesty, he's not very picky or upset about how weird they are. Danny would rather do something strange once, then continue drowning in debt the way he was currently.

Student debt was not a joke.

And even if it were, it wasn't a very funny one, considering he himself was just scraping by on his two front teeth due to them.

Either way, the point was Danny's done practically everything in Gotham possible just to make some small bits of cash here and there. Danny only ever goes to Gotham for the sake of an extra ectoplasm boost on top of the fact it has the most jobs out of any city possible due to the crime rate.

He's been a temporary goon and a guard to several different warehouses throughout Gotham & New York City (most times there isn't even anyone or anything in them but a jobs a job). He's been in charge of covering a front temporarily for what looks like fake companies (nothing to do with drug dealing or the mob for some reason, he usually tries to stay clear of those offers).

He also was a tester for some of Mr. Nygma's traps being hired for the sheer fact that he couldn't really die and therefore could test several of Mr.Nygma's traps at once.

He took a temp job to help feed Dr.Quinzel's pet hyenas when she was in Arkham for awhile as well as pet sit. That one was his favorite honestly, Lou and Bud were sweethearts despite the carnage thing.

He recently had even been a personal insta-cart driver for a certain Penguin mob-boss strangely enough (until the guy got sent back to Arkham that is).

Danny really isn't picky when it comes to jobs unless it was just something mostly immoral and just insane, like drug dealing and/or murder & world or several life ending situations or just involved with someone like the Joker.

It's gotten to a point that the average Gotham goon usually recognizes him when he passes by during a job visit. They tended to recommend him a new job when they saw him, knowing he was just as eager as they were in this economy.

Which is how he ended up here, sitting in an empty warehouse yet again for possibly another hour before he could leave and get paid. Danny was sat on the floor doing his advanced calc homework and trying not to scream about it as he sat there.

It was something he did when the nights were slower honestly. The night was ruined quickly after that though when the glass shattered above him and scattered all over his homework and the rest of the ground.

Danny only sighed and mourned the possible money he'd be losing to that mess before shaking the glass off of him and his papers. He didn't bother looking up at his possible attacker.

"You have got to be fuckin kidding me. Not again, Kid."

Only then does Danny look up to see who broke the window. Red Hood sounds exasperated despite the mask covering all of his real voice with a mechanical voice changer. Besides him was Nightwing who seemed just as disappointed as his partner was while putting his escrima sticks behind his back.

"Can I help you Red Pill, Blue Pill?"

That made Red Hood snort while Nightwing just sighed into his hands and dragged them down his face before responding.

"Kid, what are you doing in he- Is that homework???"

Nightwing walked closer almost sounding offended as he looked down at the mess of Danny's math that he was going to have to redo before turning in tomorrow. The thought of recopying everything made him feel angry all over again.

"The one you guys wrecked by getting glass all over it? Yes," Danny leaned back into his plastic chair provided by the Goonion. "Thanks for that by the way, I'm going to have to recopy everything before class tomorrow."

"That wouldn't be a problem if you just got a normal part-time job like a normal young adult." Red Hood snorted as Nightwings slight lecture and it made Danny roll his eyes at the both of them as he sat up.

As if he hadn't tried that route already. In between his space museum internship during the day and his thousands of classes every week, he didn't exactly fit a lot of younger adult jobs schedule.

"Do you know any nearby normal adult jobs that are hiring a current university student with millions in debt and a internship schedule that only allows them to work at night?" Danny snapped back which made Red Hood start to snort and laugh again at Nightwings expression.

"Well..." Nightwing at the very least had the decency to look sheepish as if he had thought about it genuinely and couldn't think of a thing.

"Thought so." Danny slumped against the chair again, before shutting his eyes. He waved them away as he sat back, already mentally preparing himself for another all nighter for the sake of recopying his papers.

"If thats all, I'll see you next time I get a fake listing or bad job that you guys have a tendency to break into. Go away."

Nightwing only sighed again before Danny heard his grappling hook sound off back through the broken window into the night. Red Hood only chuckled one last time before ruffling his hair.

"See you, Kid. Make sure you try to sleep before class"

Danny just huffed at him and waved him off again as Red Hood shot his grappling hook off into the night and joined Nightwing. With a sigh, Danny sat up again and grabbed his nearby backpack filled with scrap paper.

Time to restart the equation all over again.

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Basically Danny needs money to keep going to MIT so he continuously decides to take up jobs for hire in Gotham (and other places but mostly Gotham), which lead to him breaking a lot of laws for another cash grab.

Meanwhile, the Batfam is very concerned that they keep meeting this meta young adult (who doesn't even live in Gotham!!) who seems to continuously be running through villain placed ad offers like water to get cash.

How desperate for cash is this guy????

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Through Your Eyes Part 8

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Meanwhile back in the ghost zone. 

It was a few hours later, Danny, Damian and Jason were raiding the kitchen and made large sandwiches. 

“I can't believe we have electricity in here.” said Damian looking around the kitchen with its light on and fridges going. 

“My parents have set up enough battery power for at least a couple of months. And they have generators too.” advised Danny trying to stuff a large sandwich in his mouth. 

Damian flattened his sandwich before trying to eat it, since he had the same problem. Jason was half way through his first sandwich, he had made a couple of sandwiches instead of using all the fillings in one.

Damian, considering the past hours, decided they had been well spent. “Do you think we have seen all the defenses in your home Danny?”

“All the ones I know about,” shrugged Danny, finishing his sandwich, he smiled “it was fun practicing with them.”

They had checked out the Fenton’s equipment, then had to ‘check’ that they all worked. 

There was a mini space ship that flew well in both earth air and green Ecto. 

There were metal flying surf boards which they raced around on. Danny (not surprisingly) was best at that.

They practiced with the nets and shockers on each other. Danny and Damian ganged up on Jason. 

Danny also went ghost and got Damian and Jason to use the Fenton thermos on him, so they could see how it works, and how to release him from it.

Jason also got Danny to demonstrate his other ghost powers, shoot green power beams, go invisible, allow solid objects to pass straight through him and fly around. 

Damian knew Jason was checking how good Danny would be in a fight, especially since he had no training. 

Damian had noticed, while Danny’s shooting was excellent, he had no idea on how to defend himself nor even was good at dodging, preferring to let objects pass through him instead. 

No wonder why his body was so damaged that week ago.

“You must come and visit us all in Gotham often, when we get back, we can have more fun, practice, and we could train you a bit.” Damian advised casually. 

Danny looked fearful at the idea of meeting everyone again. Damian felt cross, he was going to yell at his family for scaring Danny.

“Or we can visit you at your home town” cut in Jason quickly. “And see how we can help you there.”

“I also want to get you a ‘safe house’ set up before we leave too,” he added.

Danny looked confused. “Safe house? What is that?”

“A house/home/place of safety that no-one else knows about in-case you are threatened. Can be a hotel, some place that is off the grid or a flat that is paid for in advance so no-one cares who turns up.”

“Probably need two locations,” added Damian, “one that your friends know about, and one that no one knows about.”

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea.” admitted Danny looking sad. “Just in case.”

“Anyway, you should always have a plan B,” jumped in Damian wanting to cheer him up. “Batman likes having plan B, C, D and E for just in-case.”

“Then they all go out the window when we start any mission, and he gets cross.” laughed Jason joining in. “Anyway, let's have a nap since we are still hours from all the bubbles linking. It has been a long day.”

“Right, this way to the bedrooms.”

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Jason texting: Hey, it's Jay. Alfred said we can keep the cow, but you have to take the seal lion back.

Danny texting back: I think you have the wrong number, but I want to know how you got a cow and a seal lion. That must have been a story.

Jason: How do I know you aren't Damian pretending not to be Damian? You pulled this on me three times already.

Danny: Did he? And you fell for it three times?Have you never texted before? Why not save his number into your phone so he can't trick you anymore???

Jason: I don't know how to do that. I am behind technology wise because of the years I missed while dead.

Danny: Is that slang for prison?

Jason: You ask a lot for questions. Is this Bruce?

Danny: No, my name is Danny. Sorry about all the questions. You just sound fascinating. Like a Mr. Darcy hiding on the side of the room but in the chat room instead of the ballroom.

Jason: Well, thank you. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me.

Jason hours later texting the Batfam group chat: Catch you all later. Im going to meet a stranger I found on the Internet.

Batfam group chat: *Multiple people are tying*

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"Your days of villainy end here," Wonder Woman declares, leveling her sword at Phantom.

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She's heard from the locals that, while Phantom favors the form of a young boy, he is far older than even she. There are records going back centuries of his existence.

Phantom, however, looks confused.

"Villain....? Oh! Okay, you want to fight Dan! Yeah, lemme just go call him real quick."

"...Who?" Wonder Woman asks, now sharing the confusion.

But Phantom already has a phone out and is calling someone, promising that it won't be but a moment.

"Hey, so...yeah, I know you don't wanna talk to me but...no but someone wants to fight you...gimme a second to specify and I'll....Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman wants to 1v1 you."

Phantom holds the phone away from his ear as what can only be described as a triumphant war cry almost breaks the speaker.

Then it's just a dial tone.

Phantom smiles at her.

"Okay, he'll be here in like, four-"

"Fight me!" Another ghosts interrupts, landing in front of Phantom.

He's huge; bigger than Superman, with fire-like white hair and excited red eyes.

He looks very, very ecstatic for the opportunity to fight her.

And, well...Diana does love a good fight.

Very well!

She will fight this 'Dan' instead!

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Through Your Eyes Part 7

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Sam stared at the empty hole where the Fenton’s house used to be.

A minute ago, there had been a loud noise, then a bright green light and then the Fenton’s house and land vanished, and everything was silent. 

She couldn't breathe or think.

“That wasn’t an explosion, it was an implosion.” Dick said beside her. “They have gone somewhere.”

He looked at Duke, “see if you can see anything unusual in the area. I'll ring and see who answers.” He got out his phone and started dialing. 

Sam got her phone out and rang Jazz. 

“Hello Sam.” Jazz answered her.

“Jazz, get back here! Get your parents back here! Jazz, the Fenton house is GONE! Danny and Damian are gone!”

She listened to Jazz scream “What! How?”

“Just get back here,” she interrupted, “I've got to ring Tucker.”

As Sam rang off, she heard Jazz calling out to her parents “Dad! Turn the car around! The house is gone! Mum! Dad! Danny was in our house!-”

Sam pressed a couple of buttons on her phone, shaking badly. 

“Tucker, Tucker.” her voice cracked. 

“Sam, what is it? What's wrong?” Tucker's voice came out.

“Wait a moment Tucker.” called out Duke from behind her. He pushed her to the gutter on the side of the sidewalk. “Sit down Sam, take a breath, a deep breath, wait a moment before doing anything else.”

Sam sat down, started breathing, staring at the ground. 

Duke knelt beside her. “I know the lack of knowledge is scary but I promise we will find out what is happening.” He said quietly, 

“I know you kids have been through a lot of fighting, with just Fenton equipment and online info. Bruce Wayne can call on a lot more resources and I suspect we can access a lot more info. But you and Tucker are unique witnesses on what has been happening. So we will need your help, and we are going to help Danny and Damian. Don’t lose hope.”

Sam found her mind clearing and her body relaxing. She picked her phone back up. “Tucker,” she said into the phone. “The Fenton’s house has vanished, Danny and Damian also. There is an empty hole there. I have informed Jazz, she will bring her parents back.”

Silence came from her phone. 

“I don’t know what happened, but I think we need to see if this has happened anywhere else, like in the last hour.” She added.

“Also, any missing people,” commented Dick coming over. “Damian's phone isn't answering, neither is Danny’s. Also Damian’s bodyguard Red Hood's phone is also off line. He must have also been in the house.”

“I can do that.” Tucker said

“Get Tim to help, he can call in a favour with Oracle also.”

“Really?” Tucker voice faded as he turned away from his phone “Tim? You know Oracle?-” the phone went dead.

Tim pulled Duke a little away.

“Have you seen anything unusual?”

“The only thing is the lack of ghosts' energy,” admitted Duke, “normally there is always something around. The Fentons property had a very strong amount, like a pool, same as the Batcave. It's all gone, like it's been sucked out, gone somewhere.”

“Gone home?” 

“Maybe, the question is how do we get the boys back?”

Duke and Tim looked at each other, as the Fenton’s tank slid to a stop in front of them.

“I'll contact Bruce,” said Tim, “You see if you can calm the Fentons down and see if they have any useful information.”

“Hmmm, Bruce or Fentons? I think neither are going to be easy to deal with.” said Duke heading towards the Fentons. 

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Demons for Plebains, please.

The thing is, Danny didn't expect the boy to be back. He knew that he was merely another way for the old guy to learn his secrets. He was just as much an interrogator as his silent guard was. Always watching, analyzing Danny; what he says and does. Nothing escaped notice.

He gave Damien nothing of substance--but that doesn't mean it wasn't something useful, something beneficial, something important.

He had grown weary, as the days and hours meshed together. He felt dirty. His pain was a constant buzz as his body worked to heal.

His powers were on the fritz. He couldn't go ghost, and he didn't have access to any of his powers. No ice, no intangibility, no strength, nothing.

He was thankful that at least, his healing worked.

He also thought that the torture, and the subsequent stress of healing the damage, was what tampered his powers.

He didn't know how else he could be stuck here, chained to the wall.

And every day, as the sun went down, Damian showed up, with a new dish in hand. He'd explain what it was and its history, showing off his culture, what each dish was made with, how they were made. He was thorough in his explanation. It all tasted amazing, but it would be when you only got one meal a day after several hours of torture and hanging from your wrists in a cold, damp dungeon.

"Do you have any siblings?" Damian asked, stealing a piece of fruit from his plate.

Danny hissed, his sharp teeth glinting ominously. Had it been anyone else, they would've been scared, but Damian didn't react to the threat at all. In fact, the other boy--older than him, he'd learned-- leaned back in his stone chair, looking for all intents like a king among a beggar.

Danny shoved another spoon of this creamy, sweet gruel in his mouth. Damian had called it Labneh or something, but Danny hadn't been paying attention. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had fruit. It was so good. "...hy?"

Damian sat up straight, rested his arms on the table and crossed his fingers. He looked like an evil mastermind who'd concocted a plan. There was even a small crease to his vibrant blue eyes that gave away his confidence. Danny's heart gave a weird lurch, and he wondered, briefly, if his healing was giving up and he was going to experience his final death when Damian opened his mouth.

"Why don't we trade? Play a... game, if you will. I will ask you a question, you will answer honestly, and I will give you an answer in return."

Danny's eyes squinted. Sus. Very, very sus.

Still. "You should learn to smile."

Damian scowled.

There. The creases were gone, and he felt better. He smiled. "I'm kidding. Fine. Let's play a game, Dami. Ask away."

Damian asked again, "do you have any siblings?"

"Yes," Danny said.

Damian raised an eyebrow, but Danny said nothing more on the matter.

It went similarly like that with every question the other boy asked, with Danny giving one-to-two-word responses, until--

"Why is your skin that color? It's like... vivid."

"Huh?"

"Blue. Your coloring is like a cloud in the morning sun. It's not human. And some of your physical attributes are like nothing we've ever seen... Pointed ears, teeth like a shark, your eyes--" Had something happened to his eyes???

"What are you?"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkkkk.

What does he say? He looks down at his hand, sees the color that has changed since he got here, that has turned cold, like ice. No longer tan, instead a place, purpling color that resembled death.

He didn't look human.

He looked like a freak.

A monster.

Was he even still human?

"I'm... far away from home," he confessed.

"Where is home?"

"Amity," It burned, this truth. It burned so much. "Amity is home, and this is not Amity."

"Oh..." Damian said, like he'd solved all the pieces in a puzzle that'd been bugging him for a very long time.

"How did you get here?" He said, words biting, rushing, spitted at him.

"I don't know." He shrugged at the pinched look on the boy's face. "It's the truth. One minute I was... I was..." How does he explain it? "I was a work and the next there's a... hm. A portal, I guess, and I'm falling into this pool of yucky goo that burns and burns and then that guy finds me and has me dragged down here."

"You're not from here," Damian said. "If you're not from here, why do you have knowledge of earth, of social culture? Why do you have an American accent???"

Ancients, Danny, let's have all the plotholes we can get, huh? Lies and half-truths. Lies and half-truths. "My father is human."

Sure. Let's do that.

"I grew up here, before..." Before it went to shit and his parents tried to dissect him.

"I don't always look like this," he said, "I can... um." Think, think, what alien species do you know??? "The sun makes me look almost normal, but being in the dungeons for so long..."

You know what? He tried. That's as good as its gonna get. The sun thing could totally be true, and if not he can fake it until he can escape and murder Clockwork.

Yeah.

Danny glanced at the other boy, long done with his meal, and swallowed at the complicated look in his eyes.

"I'm hideous, huh?" He laughed. "I was lanky and weird before everything... settled in and now I'm just--"

"You are magnificent," Damian said, and it was so strange to hear such a compliment out of his mouth, out of anyone's mouth. He'd known the other boy weeks now, and he'd never seen him look like that before.

He was seeing so many new sides of him today.

"I want to paint you," He said.

Oh. Okay. Danny could work with that. Danny smiled, a small, coy thing, and looked at the slightly taller boy from under his lashes. "If you let me out, I'll let you paint me... nude."

In for a penny, in for a pound, as they say.

Damian's expression shuddered, and his face started turning red. "You!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." He said, laughing nervously. "But the offer is there if you want. Just get me out of here, and I'll do whatever, man. Promise."

"You do not know what you ask."

He makes to get up, but Danny grabs his hand, chains rattling loudly. His claws dig into the skin, drawing blood. He doesn't care. Damian inhales sharply, looking down at the hand on his wrist, and then meets Danny's eyes.

"Please, Dami, I need to- I can't do it, I'm getting weaker," He grasped the other boy's hand, "I don't know how much longer I have."

"...I would be betraying my people," the other whispered. "Why should I?"

"Because--" Danny licked his lips, and got a horrible idea when he saw Damian's eyes follow his tongue. "Because I really like you. I want--" Ancients, could he really do this? "I think I'm starting to have... f-feelings for you. I want to be with you."

Danny watched him, watched his reaction, watched his eyes widen and his lips part and his cheeks dust a rosy red. Felt blood rush to his own cheeks.

"I think I love you."

It's a bad lie. The words sit awkwardly on his tongue, but he begs the other boy to believe it. To see it, to take his words and be swayed.

He needed to get out.

But the other boy was ruthless.

Cold.

And Danny's everything was a threat to his home.

"I can't."

For fuck's sake-- "Damian, please--"

But the other boy was done listening.

Damian stood up, ripping his hand away, knocking the stone chair backwards.

He didn't bother to take his tray or its continents with him. Just stormed out of the cell, said a few cutting words to the guard in their little gibberish language, and stomped up the stairs.

Damn, Danny thought as the guard came in to hook him back up to the wall, there goes that chance.

He didn't see the boy for a long, long time after that.

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Through Your Eyes Part 6

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Damian stared around the Ghost Zone. This is what his soul brother had been dealing with?

“Danny” said Jason, breaking the silence, waving at the ghost soldiers with one hand, and at the houses bubbles with the other. “Who is friend or enemy here?”

Danny blinked, "Well I don't think the ghosts are angry at me, although they don't like my parents. We fight, but I throw them back through the portal, I don't give them to my parents to study.

The GIW are weird, they like kidnapping ghosts for study, but they don't care about humans. I don't trust them, I don't know how much they know.

The last bubble around that castle is Vlad Masters. He is a halfa like me. We have had a few fights and currently have a truce with him.  I would trust him at the moment, he isn't stupid.”

“So no-one is a direct enemy.” stated Jason, “that's good, stay in human form until we met CIW people. I suspect the ghosts know about your secret.

“What's our weapons store like here?” asked Damian, thinking hard, “Jason, what do you have around? Danny, what weapons does your family store?”

Danny and Jason looked at each other, then both laughed.

“My family has a lot of weapons, ones that work on ghosts only, ones that work on both humans and ghosts and they also have a lot of technology for capture only, like nets and cages.” advised Danny.

“I also have a bag of various weapons including electronic and ecto shockers which should work on anyone. Oracle found a lot of information online about what should work.” added Jason. “What about you, Damian?”

“I have my knives only,” admitted Damian. “I think we should go get equipped.”

“Agree,” said Jason heading back into the Fenton house with the boys following him, “I better also suit up.”

“Why?” Asked Damian.

“So Batman will have a reason to get involved, as well as Bruce Wayne. We'll say that Bruce called in a favour for me to be your bodyguard.”

“Sounds reasonable” said Damian, he turned and looked at Danny. “Do not worry soul brother, I am sure we will all get home.”

“Oh, of all the things I have seen lately, this isn't that unusual.” admitted Danny, “it's nice not to have to go through it alone this time. My sister and friends do try to guard my back.”

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Omg He’s dead?!? No!!

Inspired by this post

In order for Danny to go ghost he has to die. Every, single, time. While it was definitely concerning at first, there r only so many times u can die and be ok before u just stop freaking out about it.

This is why when a 20 y/o Danny gets kidnapped by a cult that intends to use him as a sacrifice to a demon, he is oddly calm about the whole thing. As soon as they kill him he’ll just turn into a ghost and stop them so it’s fine.

Problem, he was expecting the summoning part of this whole shebang to happen after his death. Whatever, he’s fought demons before so as soon as they do kill him he’ll just have to kick this guy’s ass and then put a stop to the cult.

Only he’s plans r changed, get again, when some of the batkids show up before the cult can kill him. Double fuck bc it’s clear these guys r not equipped to handle a demon and with how he’s a little tied up right now he can’t really kill himself. So with very limited options he resorts to asking the heroes to kill him.

Needless to say, Nightwing is very concerned about the seemingly suicidal hostage. Red Robin is confused as fuck and decided it’s probably best to leave the guy tied up until they could drop him off at a hospital. Spoiler thinks the guy’s just joking but gets more concerned the more he insists they kill him. Hell even Robin and Orphan are thrown off by the guy’s repeated requests for death as the fight goes on.

It’s at this point that Red Hood, getting tired of the guys voice, decided to actually asks the guy why he wants to die.

Problem with this is Danny fucking sucks at explaining things and for some reason thinks “I can totally kick that demon dudes ass but like, only if I’m dead.” Is a satisfactory answer.

For most of the bats it’s not. For Hood tho? Who has a better understanding of magic than the rest of the fam and has been wanting to shut this guy up all fight?

“Seems legit.” *BANG*

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I Hate(Love) this family.

DCXDP PROMPT

Danny goes to University out of state and begrudgingly decides to let Ellie and Dan tag along(with the help of Jazz's persuasion), allowing them to do whatever they want as long as they don't get in trouble or attract any unwanted attention that may harm their family— so what in the hell do you mean that Dan and Ellie decided that it would be a good idea to be the most annoying and chaotic pests known to man and in THE Gotham nonetheless?

Oh, who was he kidding Danny knew that forbidding something from those two only made them want it more with the sole purpose of bothering Danny as much as possible.

Like that time when he said that Dan should do something productive like get a job, because the older said "he was bored out of his mind and wanted to do something productive" something along those lines, he got a job alright, he got a job as a Rogue what the hell Dan, no one in the right mind except you would think: "Oh, I need a job I should become a rogue to annoy my alternative universe me and also the vigilantes, but mostly alternative universe me"

And It wasn't better with Ellie either she had been so busy and fascinated by exploring the different hidden locations all across Gotham, that Danny barely saw her, and the only thing that kept Danny's mind at ease that she was safe was the calls he had with her twice a day to check if she had eaten yet, because she forgets that she has to eat most of the time.

Letting Ellie hear that Dan became a rogue is no good. Both of them crave chaos and letting her know will only result in the downfall of Gotham. Knowing her if she is ever given the choice between having eternal happiness or jumping into a pit full of chaos, she'll read the non-existent rules and regulations first before jumping in without a second thought.

It's already been a problem when she started mentioning that she wanted to interact with the bats in one of her and Danny's daily calls, speaking of that Ellie it's past dinner time he should call her if she has already eaten, how strange there's a notification from her number she only decides to text him first when something exciting(dangerous) happens, there was an image of Ellie in her ghost form smiling at the camera while holding a struggling Robin by the collar like a cat while she floated inches from the ground. He stared at the image for a few seconds before letting out a sigh of resignation.

Maybe just maybe if he closes his eyes hard enough to fall asleep, he'll wake-up in the morning and realize that this was all just a nightmare caused by stress, yeah just a nightmare

It was in fact not a nightmare, and the following this is basically what followed for the next few days:

No— Dan do not mention me in any of your villain monologues when fighting the vigilantes, If you keep this up I'm legit going to trap you in a thermos along with Ellie or worse with Vlad, Jazz please stop laughing at my pain— Ellie NO.

At this point, I'm not going to die of exhaustion due to schoolwork, I'm going to die keeping this family in check. Jazz you told me that they'll behave, you promised—you lied, didn't you?

Oh, my ancients you lied.

Do you know how hard it is to keep a straight face as I see Ellie getting thrown like a Beyblade outside my classroom window, she went zoom as the professor was about to explain how trajectory of a rocket works. Jazz, please, actually stop laughing and help me, I'll start having grey hairs before I turn 50.

And... Dan just smacked Signal in the face in the middle of the road in daylight. ELLIE— put Robin back down to the ground, stop aggravating the child!

If I don't graduate college because of the two of you, I promise that I will have my villain arc, and this will be my origin story.

[justreadalot]

Through Your Eyes Part 5

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“This is where it happened.” explained Danny looking over at Damian waving at the portal. 

Damian had insisted on the visit, after Danny had explained about becoming a halfa and shown Damian his ghost form.

Surprisingly, he found Danny’s parents nice. They understood that he was Danny’s soulmate and they loved Danny very much. He could also understand Danny’s reluctance on informing them about the accident, their job was studying ghosts and even dissecting them!

They were alone in the house. Jazz had got the parents to leave by asking them for help with picking something up.

Tim was setting up new tech at Tucker's house. It turned out the two had got on great, and Tim had been horrified at what Tucker had been using and had insisted on supplying new equipment. 

Sam, Dick and Duke were outside, they were keeping an eye out to watch and warn Danny and Damian if anyone turns up.

(No-one knows where Jason is, he likes it that way.)

“I just went inside, there was a flash and I woke up different.”

“An accident?”

“Yep”

Damian blinked at the closed portal door, as a bright green light started flashing behind the door. “Is that normal?”

Danny swung back to face the door. “No?” I have never seen that before.”

A loud noise started on the machine, like a loud lawn mower, it got louder as the light increased in brightness. 

“We need to get out of here!” yelled Damian over the noise, he turned and ran towards the stairs. 

“Going ghost.” he heard behind him, then got picked up by a white hair Danny, and actually flew though the walls.

“Flying is cool.” admitted Damian.

“Oh yes, definitely.” agreed Danny. 

They reached the outer wall as the light got so bright, it was impossible to see anything for a second. 

Then the noise and light vanished. 

Damian and Danny made it outside, Danny stopped immediately and landed on the grass outside the house. 

Outside had changed, the house and the land below it were floating as an island in the Ghost zone. Green light and lumps of ecto were everywhere. There was a glowing force field surrounding the area, keeping the air in.

Danny turned back to his human form as Jason turned up. He had also been inside Fenton's house and had run for it.

“Where are we?” asked Jason. 

“This is the Ghost Zone.” said Danny. He looked around and could see other houses bubbles floating around. All were headed towards each other, like they were attracted. 

“At a guess, I would say any portal using green Ecto has been sucked into the Zone with the attached house, lab or building.” He added “I can recognize that castle over there. Masters owns that one. Don't know about the rest. Probably owned by a government agency called GIW (ghost investigation ward).”

“Do you two think this was an accident or planned?” questioned Damian. 

“I think it was planned.” Advised Jason pointed outwards at thousands of ghosts surrounding the whole area, they were all dressed in soldiers' uniforms. “Looks like an army to me.”

[justreadalot]

More please.

Alt. Universe AU 2

Danny didn’t know how long he’d been there. His arms had long gone numb, and he no longer felt the strain from his position. The chains holding his hands in place above his head clinked softly, but in the echoing expanse of the dungeons, it was like a gun shot going off.

He flinched, back alive with pain.

The man had certainly put it to the test—his ability to kill him. Ineffectual, but nevertheless painful methods. He might even scar from the last attempt.

His guard— a faceless man in black who held no reaction to his quips and jokes despite the boy attempting to create a bond, some type of camaraderie between them, the captive and the captor— was slowly coming down the stairs. He could see the shadow of his feet, slowly making their way towards him.

Only, these feet were smaller than Alfonso (his affectionate name for his guard who responded to every in silence and the rare grunt). Same shoes, though. Must have been the universal pair here at casa a la crazy man.

"Oh, hello, Alfie. How are you today? Is that rain I hear outside or is the world ending? You know there was something something about rain being like... an omen? Or is that just for weddings? Whatever. Is it time for more torture? I think these latest lashings might scar! Neato, huh?" His chains jangled, and he couldn't resist humming out that one songs, you know the one, before continuing. "Did you bring food, then?"

The man(?) stood directly outside the cage/prison, staring inside. Definitely not Alfonso. His guard had the darkest eyes Danny had ever seen, and this guy's eyes were like a blue(?)ish green. Also he was shorter, just a few inches below the likely-older guy. Bones were thinner; muscles not as defined. Pointier nose.

"Soooooo," Danny lifted his head, leading it against his numb arms. "Who're you?"

No response.

"My guy, did you know one of my hobbies is talking? I can, quite literally, talk forever. You get me started on the stars? You'll never escape me. Should I start? A pet peeve of mine, is the negative connotation certain names have had on the astronomy community--I won't name them, you might know them, I don't know, but specifically, one Schedthuries, do you know him? Mid-century astromoner who devised the star patterns and ended up being completely wrong and causes the astronomy world to catapult back to the sixties and try again? Yeah, that asshole. James Schedthuries. I even watched his Teddie Talk a few years ago, for the 75th summit, ya kno, and anyways, did you know that man was more interested in reptiles and snakes? Like, I don't know what the fuck he was doing in astronomy if that wasn't the field he wanted to study--"

"Are you making that up?" It was a not-so deep voice that scratched at the ears and cracked on the k.

It's a teen.

Holy hell, Danny should've realized indoctrination started young.

Also, he was making it up, yes.

"I'll tell you if you tell me your name."

The guy scowled. Heh.

"...I am the heir to the Demon, Ibn al Xu'ffasch."

"Okay, but, like, what do people call you?"

"Tch."

"Here, why don't I give you incentive? My name is Danny. Not Daniel, not Dan, not Dante, Danny. It's only nice to reciprocate." He prompted.

"...I am referred to as Damien."

Danny grinned. "Nice ta meet cha, Dami."

The boy gripped his sword. "Do not call me that."

"Uh, yeah, no. I'm gonna call you whatever the fuck I want to if I'm being chained up in your murder dungeon."

A beat of silence.

Then, "so is it true?"

"Dude, of course it's not real--what kind of name is Schedthuries?"

"Why would you make up easily checkable facts? Did you not worry I would punish you for your lies?"

"If that old man can't do much damage, what can you? I don't get to have a lot of fun around here. Also where is Alfonso?"

"Who?"

"My guard?"

"Oh. gibberish," Danny didn't know what the boy had said, only that it literally translated as the word gibberish in his head. "Gibberish gibberish gibberish."

"I can't understand you."

"He is assignment."

"Alfonso is an assassin, right? Like, this is a murder cult?"

Damien--Dami grunted.

"Dude. Why?"

"We help people."

"By murdering them?"

blue-green eyes glared at him. The boy stepped towards the bars, but never near the door. "We rid the world of corrupt people. Cut out the bad to heal the good. Do you know understand that, Daniel? We kill those who seek to harm this beautiful planet. Those with no conscience. We kill so we do not have to mourn."

"That seems like an idealistic way of looking at what you do."

"How do you see it?"

"Murder, plain and simple. unlawful, and unreasonable murder. That is not justice-- it's vengeance. It's not righting a wrong if you commit another in the process. It's just more bad to cover the old bad. A temporary bandaide."

"...You know not what you speak."

"Maybe. Hey, d'you think the cafeteria would give me like, soup? It gets cold down here?"

"Nanda Parbat is always cold."

The boy turned, then, taking his eyes with him, and went back up the stairs, one foot in front of the other. "Does that mean you'll try to get me some? I like broccoli cheese soup! Hey! Dami! Do a guy a solid!"

"...Please?"

"Man, I wish I was at home."

"Jazz would make me soup."

"After the insects have laid their claims... I'd be home with you, I'd be home with you..."

"Shut up," Dami said, slamming the door open.

"You don't like my rendition?"

"You are ruining Hosier with that shot voice of yours."

He grabbed Danny's chained hands, releasing them from their tense place above his head. He resisted the groan that wanted to come free at the pain and reintroduction of feelings to his limbs. His fingers shake.

"Sit down and eat," the boy said, placing a steaming bowl of soup (not broccoli cheese, but Danny would take what he could get) on the table.

Danny wasted no time making his way to the uncomfortable chairs, sitting opposite Dami, and reached for the spoon.

"You are a godsend, Dami~"

There was a grunted hm, before the boy gestured for him to dig in. He did so with fervor.

"Tell me about you," was said suddenly, several minutes into his messy, loud slurping.

"W'at d'ya wanna kno?"

"Anything."

So Danny opened his mouth-- and told the other boy about the stars. Real facts this time, of course. He wasn't that uncivilized.

--

This is short, but yk. A bit more dialogue heavy than I'd like but beggers can't be choosy I suppose. Enjoy, or don't.

[justreadalot]

Damian wandered back into the Cave. Dick was following him around, keeping an eye on him.

“Danny agreed to a meeting next week, we agreed it's easier for me to visit his town, then him visiting here.” Damian advised "He promises to say nothing about what he saw here, without someone giving permission on what he can say.”

“He also says he doesn't have any ideas on how to cap that ecto pool, he will ask around.” he added “Danny laughed and said his parents would probably be best to ask since it's their job but not fully sure how they will react.”

“He thinks the whole gang arriving in his town, especially father, is not a good idea, three or four guys would be better. He will bring Jazz, his sister, Sam and Tucker, his friends, to the meeting, but not his parents.” Damian finished looking over at Bruce “Who do you think should come with me?”

Bruce frowned, “Is he in danger? Why does he not want his parents at the meeting?” 

Damian shrugged, “His body was hurt a lot, his friends advised he had a rough couple of days. Have no idea why he doesn't trust his parents. I am not sure how much danger he is in.”

“I think Tim, Dick, Duke and Jason would be best to go. I agree that I shouldn't visit, Bruce Wayne would get too much attention and that is that last thing we want. 

He looked over at Tim and Oracle  “Have you found any information about him, his family and his town yet?”

The pair shook their heads. “Not yet,” advised Oracle, “have only just got his name and phone number, give us a couple of hours and then we can report what we have found.”

‐—-------

Through your eyes

One moment Danny was sitting with Sam and Tucker at the Nasty Burger, and the next he found himself being knocked to the ground. Landing hard on his back, which only added to the disorientated feeling.

Despite his head being shaken he knew what this was. A soulmate body switch. It was something that happened randomly in a person's life—some never even get it at all—with no warning, and lasted for a couple hours. The only visible change that anything is even happening is the fact that the eyes will turn a vibrant white while the two are in each other's bodies.

With his eyes closed Danny tried to take a moment to get his bearings. It was hard to do though when a worried voice suddenly yelled out, "Damian!"

It seems his soulmate's name is Damian, Danny thinks as a thud sounds out next to him, and hands appear on his face and shoulder. Finally opening his eyes he sees a, surprisingly, familiar face. The face of no one other than Dick Grayson. Which is the last person he expected to see.

Wait. Damian? As in Damian Wayne?

Dick, who looked as shocked as Danny feels right now, makes a move that looks like he's going to cover Danny's eyes. Before he can though Danny is breaking free from his grip rolling away from Dick to finally take in the area around him.

Which is a cave. Why is he in a cave? A cave with a frankly massive looking computer? A cave with at least one Batman symbol in every direction he looks? The Batcave? The Batcave.

Oh no.

Looking at Dick, Nightwing his thoughts whisper, looking at him with a strange mix of panic and acceptance. Knowing that there is nothing he can do right now to stop Danny from putting the pieces together.

"So…What's your name?" Dick asks him. Despite the tone being friendly Danny can tell that an interrogation of a lifetime is about to start.

[justreadalot]

A couple of hours passed.

“Father!” called a voice up in the high walls of the bat-cave, “Why am I in this hole? Did you scare Danny?”

Silence desended immediately.

“Not exactly,” admitted Bruce.

A thump sounded as Damian climbed down and landed on the cave floor.

He looked over the mess in the cave including a large hole with a green liquid pool in it.

“I was away for nearly three hours, and all this happened? I am not impressed.” Damian looked over at Tim. “Need a pen and paper.”

He wrote down three phone numbers, thought for a moment, and added a fourth. 

“Whose are those?” asked Tim.

“Two Danny’s friends, his sister and Danny’s phone number. I also got their town location and where they all live in it.”

“Any problems or trouble?”

“No, they got me to eat ice cream, then we all went to Danny’s friend Tucker home to play video games, so to be private in-case anything strange happened.”

“Strange? Like what?”

“Well… floating, shooting green power beams from hands, falling through stuff, partly blind in one eye, has super hearing (that was annoying), and can detect ghosts.”

“What? What? How?” came from a number of voices.

“Not sure, they wouldn’t tell me Danny’s past story without him there. I would guess some type of human experimentation.” Damian looked around, “Where is my phone? I need to make a few calls and arrange a visit.”

The Bats watched him stomp off.

“Well we need help with a expert about that green Ecto pool.” comment Bruce.

………..

Danny found himself in Tucker's bedroom. Playing video games, and eating pizza with Sam and Tucker. 

“I'm back,” he advised, “any problems?”

“Nah,” said Tucker using the controller, “Hunter turned up on the way here, he realized Damian was here instead of you, and flew off stating ‘He wasn't going to take any unfair advantage.’”

“Damian seems nice,” added Sam eating a vegetarian pizza slice, “Very protective. By the way, we added his phone number to our phones, and gave him ours.”

Danny’s phone rang, he answered “Hello?”

“Hi Danny? It's Damian. Can we met? Where is a good place?”

…………

Through your eyes

One moment Danny was sitting with Sam and Tucker at the Nasty Burger, and the next he found himself being knocked to the ground. Landing hard on his back, which only added to the disorientated feeling.

Despite his head being shaken he knew what this was. A soulmate body switch. It was something that happened randomly in a person's life—some never even get it at all—with no warning, and lasted for a couple hours. The only visible change that anything is even happening is the fact that the eyes will turn a vibrant white while the two are in each other's bodies.

With his eyes closed Danny tried to take a moment to get his bearings. It was hard to do though when a worried voice suddenly yelled out, "Damian!"

It seems his soulmate's name is Damian, Danny thinks as a thud sounds out next to him, and hands appear on his face and shoulder. Finally opening his eyes he sees a, surprisingly, familiar face. The face of no one other than Dick Grayson. Which is the last person he expected to see.

Wait. Damian? As in Damian Wayne?

Dick, who looked as shocked as Danny feels right now, makes a move that looks like he's going to cover Danny's eyes. Before he can though Danny is breaking free from his grip rolling away from Dick to finally take in the area around him.

Which is a cave. Why is he in a cave? A cave with a frankly massive looking computer? A cave with at least one Batman symbol in every direction he looks? The Batcave? The Batcave.

Oh no.

Looking at Dick, Nightwing his thoughts whisper, looking at him with a strange mix of panic and acceptance. Knowing that there is nothing he can do right now to stop Danny from putting the pieces together.

"So…What's your name?" Dick asks him. Despite the tone being friendly Danny can tell that an interrogation of a lifetime is about to start.

[justreadalot]

Danny is sitting inside Jitters sipping his coffee and watching Flash get his ass absolutely handed to him across the street by Captain Cold. He thinks Flash is having one of Those Days cause this is honestly getting really hard to watch.

And that’s Danny ‘King-of-scrappy-I-will-throw-sand-in-your-eyes-for-an-advantage’ Nightingale saying that. Alas there is no sand here. Only concrete. 

Oh, those ice beams are getting awful close. Oh wow, okay, maybe the Flash is going to actually die right now. Is Danny about to witness murder? Huh.

Okay. Maybe he should…help. Now.

[justreadalot]

Danny and Dan are going on a shopping spree with Vlad's credit card in Gotham, because they want to spend as much money as possible and Vlad is terrified of the city.

This means they have as much time as Dani can buy them by preventing Vlad from calling the bank.

As they're shopping in only the ritziest district, they get stopped by a reporter.

"Mr. Drake-Wayne, Mr. Timothy Drake-Wayne, are you a twin?"

Dan and Danny look at each other.

Look back at the reporter.

"Actually, we're triplets. We keep the ugly one at home." Dan says, completely deadpan.

"O...oh. So which one of you is Mr. Timothy? You all look identical!" The Reporter gushes, flustered at getting the first scoop on the story.

"He's at home," Danny says, a shit eating grin that's a perfect match to Dan's stretching across his face.

Danny and Dan aren't related to this Tim guy at all, but they're still gonna fuck with him.

~~~~~~

Across Gotham, Tim, who just found out that he was actually adopted into the Drake Family, is not amused.

[justreadalot]

Hey guys. DCxDP where Danny is tormenting Damian on social media for literally no reason because it’s funny

Danny, Sam and Tucker are scrolling through Bruce Wayne’s Twitter account for whatever reason (trying to find an announcement from the company, trying to find a stupid tweet, etc) and accidentally find a picture of Damian.

Cue everyone freaking out, because they look almost (aside from Damian being a bit darker than Danny) identical.

Even better, Danny is wearing a (much cheaper) near identical version of the outfit that Damian is wearing in the picture.

The group stages a quick picture in the same poses as Damian’s (Tucker, playing Bruce, is on a step stool) and post it in a reply.

They think nothing of it, find whatever they were looking for, and move on.

Except… Danny continues doing it. For months. People start following him on Twitter. The GiW have visited his house twice now because he keeps breaking through the media blackout to post (before being turned away due to lack of warrant).

Damian is not amused (Jon absolutely is, but this isn’t about him). He’s in deep Twitter beef with this random scrawny white boy for responding to every single photo of him with his own poorly done copy. He doesn’t even have an account, but he’s still finding ways to argue with Danny. He’s gone viral for blinking threats to Danny in Morse code during an interview.

The worst part is, this can’t possibly be a clone, so Damian isn’t allowed to attack him physically. Danny is fifteen, three years older than Damian. He’s not related in any way to Ra’s Al Ghul, or anyone who might have cloned Damian before. They just look remarkably alike.

Danny goes viral when, after a clip of Damian fleeing a rogue is posted to twitter, he responds with his own clip of him fleeing a ghost (probably Vlad). It’s clearly a genuine emergency, but Danny still put in the effort to move in the exact same pattern that Damian did (aside from a few quick dodges to avoid ecto blasts).

Damian is enraged.

He’s got to put an end to this somehow.

And so, he steals one of B’s private jets, and takes a quick flight to bumfuck nowhere, Illinois.

[justreadalot]

DPXDC PROMPT: "IM... MEANT TO BE YOUR BODYGUARD, THOUGH?"

Sam gets an invite to a Wayne gala. Not her parents, just her. Youth outreach, the Wayne's think her parents are assholes, your pick. Her parents of course, need her to attend. The Wayne's have invited her, she has to go and make sure they have a good opinion of their family!

They arent, however, ignorant to the dangers of Gotham, so they send her with a bodyguard of her picking. What they dont expect is that Danny is in a rut for jobs, and saw that sweet, sweet bodyguard money when sam showed him the job, and snatched it right up.

Sams parents obviously wouldn't accept Danny as a bodyguard, so Danny manipulates his body, changing it to someone similar of height and build and getting Tucker to forge him an identity when he applies.

He gets the job, and theyre off to Gotham.

Predictably, the Gala gets attacked. Any rogue works, though im leaning towards Mad Hatter with trying to brainwash the young, youthful girls invited, and sam is the perfect target with the pink, frilly dress she's been forced into.

Amd, well, he got too close.

Its not Danny's fault he reacted. He WAS her bodyguard, wasn't she?

However, he didnt account for the Gotham rogues suddenly thinking he must be a threat, and trying to investigate both him and the Mansons.

Hilarity ensures as Danny's fake identity is found to not exist, and the Bats' investigation into the Mansons brings them to a town that cant be found.

(Too lazy to write this, someone pick it up please!!!)