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Dan: Hey, there is a new delivery I need you to make.

Danny: Sure. What's the address?

Dan: It's the Ice Hibiscus Tea guy.

Danny: Again? That guy ordered the same thing four times this week!

Dan: He's single handly keeping me in business. Plus he tips well doesn't he?

Danny: Yeah last time he gave me a fifty.

Dan: Well, there you go.

Danny: Alright, I'll be back.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor

Alfred: Master Tim, will you be joining us for dinner?

Tim pacing in front of the door: No, I ordered delivery.

Alfred: If I didn't know this was a pathetic ploy to charm the delivery boy, I would take offense of how many times you ate that rubbish over my home-cooked meals.

Tim:....pathetic?

Alfred: Utterly pathetic. He doesn't even know your name. He calls you Ice Hibiscus Tea Guy.

Tim: How would you know- nevermind you know everything.

Alfred: Yes, indeed. Fix your hair and pop open the top three buttons of your shirt. You might get his attention this time if you do.

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Danny: Welcome to Batburger. How can I help you?

Tim suffering from a concussion: Nightwing, I hurt my head. I need a field withdrawal. Please help.

Danny: ....

Tim leaning on coutner: Save me

Danny eye twitch: Do you know what you like to order?

Tim: Nightwing....please....I need you....

Danny: Alright, you low rank jerk, i might be dressed up as Nightwing, making burgers for minimum wage but thats doesn't mean you can just hit on me like-

Tim: *Slams against the floor in a dead faint*

Danny: Real funny. Im suprise by your commitment

Danny's coworker: I don't think hes faking.

Danny:....you know I dont think he is either. CALL AN AMBULANCE

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Dick: *tapping glass with spoon* Bruce: Yes, Dick? Would you like to say something? Dick: I would yes. Family, I gathered you all here- Jason: You didn't gather anyone. We all came because Alfred asked us to. Dick: Ah-hm. I gathered you all here to make an important announcement. I am now a father. Bruce: *Choking on his drink* Tim: *Waking from his face-down nap in the soup* Jason: *Falling over from where he was leaning in his chair* Steph: *Gasping around the food she stuffed into her cheeks like a squirrel* Damian: *Scratching his plate by accident from shock* Cass: Congratulations. Dick: Thank you Cass! Would you like to meet Danny? Cass: Yes. Dick: *Clapping his hands* Alfred: *Bursting into the room, pushing an old-style baby carriage and Walking on Sunshine blaring from the speaker clip to his belt* I present The Baby. Dick: Meet my little boy! Danny Grayson! *Holding up a five-month-old child in his arms* I made him! Bruce bursting into tears: He's beautiful! Bravo! Bravo Dick, this is the best thing you ever made. I'm a grandpa! Jason: Made him with whom? Dick: Wally! Or a version of Wally. Danny is from a different dimension, and Wally was a woman over there named Maddie, but that universe got blown up. The Time God of their timeline saved Danny by sending this little bundle of joy to me in a dream. Wally showed up after the SpeedForce told him about the baby, and now we're co-parenting Danny. Tim: That's a lot to unpack from Bruce sobbing in happiness, to Alfred showing up with theme music to you and your best friend being parents. I don't know where to start. Damian: I do. Why has West not approached the family for your hand in marriage yet? Dick: There wasn't time Dami. We got Danny this morning. Damian: That's no excuse. The man runs fast enough to turn back time. Obviously, he is unfit to raise my nephew. I must make Danny a child of a single father. Bruce, between sobs: Kill the speedster. Dick: No.

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Tim: You can't ask this of me!

Dick: We all make sacrifices for the mission.

Tim: But this-! This is too much of a sacrifice!

Dick: I know it's not fair. I know it's unjust. But it's for the greater good.

Tim: You can't do this!

Dick: I'm afraid I already have.

Tim: Please Dick, you're my brother! We broke bread together!

Dick: That bread was tasty and it filled my empty stomach but it means nothing now.

Tim: No-Don't-!

Dick: *pushing Tim on stage* Ladies and Gentlemen! The moment you all been waiting for! The Timothy Drake-Wayne date auction! As you all know the highest bid will get one free dinner with Timmy, at the most expensive restaurant in Gotham and all funds will be used for charity so get out those checkbooks! Let's start the auction at one thousand!

Random girl: Two thousand!

Random boy: Five thousand!

Random girl 2: ten thousand!

Dick: Ten thousand! Ten thousand going once- going twice-

Danny standing up: A million!

Dick: A million! A million going once- a million going twice-

Danny: Five million!

Dick: Er, um five million going once- five million going twice-

Danny: No ten million!

Dick: Sir do you understand how auctions work?

Tim leaping for the mic: Sold! To the hot confused guy wearing the number twenty badge.

Danny blinking: Me?

Tim: Yes, you! You won!

Danny: Awesome! *sits down and turns to Sam*

Danny whispering: Hey I blanked out for a second and Phantom took over. What did he do?

Sam: Bought a date for ten million.

Danny: *gasp* But I only have forty five cents in my bank account.

Sam: Don't worry. I'll spot you this one. You deserve a date with a living person. As a treat.

Danny tilting head: Phantom says to show his gratitude for your donation he will dance for you.

Sam: Tell him that hes welcome and to please not dance for me. We got thrown out of the Ice Lounge for his dancing already, I can afford to be band from here too.

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Alfred: You! Danny: Me? Alfred: You! How are you here?! How did you escape!? Danny: Um, I think you have me confused with someone else, sir. Alfred: No, I would never forget that face, even if it's been twenty years. I know you, Danny Phantom! Danny: *Nervous Laugh* Whaaa, nooooo. Danny Phantom is a ghost, and as you can see, I'm perfectly alive. Alfred, pulling out a ghost-hunting knife from his shoe: I fought my way through your domain, and I beat you once. I will do it again! Danny: Whoa, whoa, sir! Please, I don't know what you're talking about! I don't know you! Dick: Alfred! What are you doing!? Stop! Alfred: DIE, BEAST! Danny: Aghhhh! Dick: No! Alfred stop- Clockwork: Pause Danny: Clockwork! Great timing! You saved me! Thank you! This guy was about to stab me in the neck. Clockwork: You are welcome, and you have a good reason to be afraid. Alfred Pennyworth is a fearsome foe. Danny: Oh, wait, you know him? Clockwork: Yes. In your future, but Pennyworth's past, I assigned you a mission to bring me Thomas Wayne as a potential husband candidate due to a contract I have with his bloodline. Peenyworth believed I was going to force the man into the marriage, and broke into the Infinite Realms to get him back. He attacked my tower, and you were dispatched to stop him. But he won and sealed you away in a copy of the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep that he made, and blew up my Haunt while carrying out Wayne. Danny horrifed: What? Clockwork: I know he's a terrying little human. Let's skedaddle before he breaks my hold on time. Danny: He can do that? Alfred: *twitching agressively* Clockwork scared: Yeah he can, that's how he blew up my tower. Let's get the fudge out here.

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Danny: Dude. You call this a hostage situation? Where's the torture!?!?

Everyone: *silence fell through the crowd in shock, horror or anticipation*

Joker: *slowly turns around to face the kid that dared called him not funny!!!*

Danny: I bet I can make you go screaming for mercy with one act.

Joker: We got a funny one over here, sure! Go right ahead! However... if you don't fulfill your wide of the bargin...

Danny: *Danny waved him off* I'm going to make you regret missing with my vacation.

Later...

Joker was taken in the back of a cop car, screaming for mercy...

Batman and co, are watching on, trying to figure out what had happened. Well, except for Tim, who was throwing up all nine cups of his coffee over what he saw in the footage.

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DC X DP Prompt I might write

Tim: Is it weird if I want to date the ghost who raised me when I was a toddler?

Dick: Tim, what—

Tim: Because technically, he was seventeen when he babysat me, and he hasn’t aged since dying. So really, it’s like I’m dating a preserved vintage babysitter.

Dick: That’s... somehow worse.

Tim: I’m just saying, it worked in Twilight.

Dick: What part of this is like Twilight?!

Tim: Edward was 100-something and still dated a high schooler.

Dick: Edward was also a stalker with boundary issues!

Tim: And a vegetarian! So where’s the justice for my hot ghost man?

Dick: This feels less like a romantic dilemma and more like a supernatural HR violation.

Tim: Why is it fine for vampires but ghosts cross a line? Sounds a little speciest.

Dick: Sounds like you need therapy.

Tim: Already in it. Dr. Quinzel says I repress emotions. So I’m trying something new: unfiltered ghost thirst.

Dick: You’re unhinged.

Tim: I’m in love. And possibly haunted. But mostly in love.

Dick: Do not put that in your vows.

Tim: Too late. I've already titled our wedding playlist: Dead Tired: A Love Story.

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Sew Ourselves Shut

dcxdp fic idea

Danny didnt know how it started exactly. The exact moment his life had changed from NASA bound to this. (flashing light. soul being shredded and stitched back together for infinity in the span of a second). But one moment he was fighting ghosts and getting beat up and the next he was learning to stich wounds closed and what needle went best with which thred on which material. and then he was helping Red fix her suit when it got torn during a fight. (Dont let them see. Cant let them know). Then he was helping Sam fix her skirt when it got an unfortunate tear during an attack. Then he was fixing Dash's jersey before a game and Paulina was crying in the bathroom because her dress got a stain and before Danny knew it she was half naked in the bathroom while he improvised something to sew over the stain and he was more focused on the dress than the girl.

and now he was here.

In a little, easy to miss, hole in the wall, making a hero suit for Batman's kid. A guy a little older than he was when he first started ("No kid heros Batman. You and your team want my services? No kid heros. I see any on any of your teams or their affiliates' and were going to have problems" and if Danny's eyes flashed and the tempereture dropped just a smidge or three causing the detective to swallow hard, then so be it- "No child heros. You have my word")

It hadn't been as hard as one would expect, becoming the go-to tailor for those whose jobs required extensive outfits and more than a but of discretion. He'd started by upgrading a few firefighters suits to make them less likely to catch on falling debrie. Then a few nurses scrubs when their patients got a little rowdy during treatment. He fixed, he mended, he improvised, he improved. He saw little details and made improvents that the wearers never knew was needed. Tiny things, like extra pockets or reenforced buttons.

And then Oliver Queen stumbled into his shop with a busted lip, a torn jacket, a definietly not stained with blood- shirt (it wasn't HIS blood) , and what was definetly not a bullet hole through his messenger bag (it was from an arrow). Danny sighed, locked the door, turned the sign to closed, and pulled the definitely-just-a-billionare further into the shop and away from the windows. In a quick, well practiced motion, he had the man's bag and jacket on his work table and was handing him one of the spare shirts he kept aside for just such moments. The man was then pushed onto a stool so his face could be cleaned, Danny was not having blood on his brand new clothes thank you very much, and stitched up if it so required. It did. Just three quick stitches, pulled through to make a barely noticeable once healed closure, a bit of antibotic ointment on top and a sterile bandage. Danny then Left, came back with a platter of drinks and snacks, set them on a side table and then set to fixing Mr. Queen's belongings. 45 minutes, and exactly zero chatter later, and Danny was handing the man back his belongings in (nearly) the same condition they were when they were first purchased.

Which is about when they heard banging on the shop's door. Danny absently noted the way Mr. Queen reflexivly jumped in front of him and began scanning the room and groping for a something he wasn't carrying. All but confirming the ex-teen vigilantes quiet suspicions. Danny quirked a brow and barely refrained from rolling bis eyes before he gently pushed the definetly-just-a-billionare into the back and motioned him to stay.

Danny had then walked to the door, saw the men with guns outside it, and sighed. "Sorry gentleman, but I'm over my walk-in allotment for the month. You're more than welcome to call in the morning to schedule an appointment. Though I warn you, I'm a few months out for groups atm. And the guns would have to stay at home. I find they don't mix well with fittings."

"We're not here for a fitting."

"Ya, we're here for Queen. We know we saw em come in here."

"Uh. I think Queen's in Austraila right now? I don't follow them too closely but I swear I saw their tour with Adam whats-his-name advertised awhile back? maybe on a shirt or something?"

"Tour date? what? no."

"I think he mean's the band?"

"The band?"

"Ya. You know. Freddie Mercury. Bohemian Rhapsody. We Will Rock You? Look, if you don't know who they are, why are you looking for them? let alone here. In a tailor shop? at 3 pm? on a Tuesday? In September? there are no major events happening. No award shows or whatever."

"No. Not the band Queen. Oliver Queen."

"Who?"

"CEO of Queen Consolidated?"

"No idea, sorry. I don't make it a habit to keep track of old guys."

"Was lost at sea for five years before being miraculously rescued?"

"Damn. That's some Lord of the Flies shit right there."

"What? no. Answer the god damned question kid before we make you."

"What was the question?"

"Have you seen Queen?"

"Ya"

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"When did you see Queen?"

"Oh, at Madison Square Garden a while back? My sister got us tickets. They put on a great show for a couple old guys and a queen"

"Not the band. The man."

"What man?"

"Oliver-you know what? forget it. He's not here and we're wasting time. If you see him. Consider him armed and dangerous and call us."

"See who?"

"Queen."

"But they're in Australia," Danny quppied one final time as the gun wielding asshats finally gave up and left. He locked the door behind them. "Take that Jazz. And you said being an annoying little shit wouldnt get me anywhere."

When Danny went back to fetch the man (not the band) in question, he was gone. And so too were the clothes. Roughly $200 and an IOU with a phone number the only things remaining.

A week later and The Arrow was in his shop getting a new quiver and his shoes resoled with a quieter alternative.

It wasn't long until other heros, and definetly-not-hero civilians were coming through his doors.

And then there was Harley Quinn and Pamela Anderson standing in front of him with a ripped skirt and a torn jacket and suddenly he was creating rules and days and times in which certain person/persons could come and he felt a massive migraine coming on.

Which brings us back to now. With Batman and his definetly-not-actually kid. And him as the go-to guy for all ones (super) suit needs.

"Take a walk for me."

"This is dumb."

"I agree. but take a walk anyway."

"Why?"

"Why do you sit on top of a building for nights on end instead of just jumping in?"

"You gotta collect data first."

"Yup."

"You...have to collect data...on how I walk?"

"More or less."

"Why?"

"Do you just fire a new weapon? or Fight an unknown opponent?"

"No. We practice with them and watch their fighting style."

"Why?"

"So we know how to use them properly and figure out how to counter them."

"yup."

"You need to see how I walk so you know...what...clothes to make? wait. no. You need to see if I favor a certain leg or have a tendency to fiddle with my sleeves or something so you can make a suit that either compensates or covers for it or highlights it or whatever."

"Bing a ding ding we have a winner."

"Oh. Ok." the next hour was much less confrontational now that Danny had earned the kids respect. At least with regards to his methodology for his job.

If only the rest of the flock were so easy. (the worst would be Damian. Who was definetly too young but borderline feral and was the topic of an extensive negotiation between the Dark Night and the Great One that ended in a weird ass shared custody situation no one asked for or wanted or was happy about)

Batman's first Robin looked great in the end. With an outfit that was easily disguised by clothing or the tugging of certain spots, to make slipping away or into the fray a cinch. (and made for a great sillouette when doing a back flip into a swan dive off a skyscraper. Not that Danny was going to be the one to tell Bruce THAT information anytime soon. It was his own little surprise that he liked to stitch into his various peices. They all got a little something extra that the owner wouldn't notice, if the ever did, until much later. The little extras were often nothing more than an inside joke he had with himself but did serve an actual function on many occasions. This one being an omage to Robin's childhood and the circus he came from).

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Fic prompt #22

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Danny was the biggest mystery of Amity Park. No one could ever figure out what was going on with him—he started skipping classes, destroying things, and speaking in some strange code, ecc ecc.

So when he was discovered with an infant who looked exactly like him, a lot of things suddenly started to make sense. People assumed he had gotten someone pregnant and was struggling to adjust to his new responsibilities. After all, he was biologically male, so the natural assumption when the mother was nowhere to be found, was that he had been assaulted by an adult woman who then abandoned the baby to him.

What they didn’t account for was the biology of a Halfa. He was the mother. And while Ellie was technically his clone, he had to use the DNA of the guy he had his first time with to stabilize her. He just hoped Tim wouldn’t take his absence too hard. But between his life as a vigilante, a student, a mother, and the heir to the Infinite Realm, he simply hadn’t had time for a relationship

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Tim: Jason, she's lying!

Jazz: Would you believe your brother, who you've known for years? Or me? Your beautiful, wonderful girlfriend who just lied straight to your face?

Jason:

Tim:

Jazz:

Jason: I think she's telling the truth.

Tim: What tHE FU—

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FASHION ICON

There's this occurrence, in where everytime Danny goes to a different realm in the ghost zone, his ring and crown automatically vibrates and changes his whole outfit to match the culture of the realm, if his in the far frozen his attire changes into something that matches the leader who is frostbite, so he would have those fancy winter clothes that is made from fur.

And if his in Pandora's realm he would wear a chiton that the ancient rulers of Greece would wear, with Princess Dorothea and Prince Aragon, he basically makes his attire the same as the two siblings but makes it fancier -he's a show-off.

But the fun part is this wardrobe change also happens in his human form, the crown, and the ring base Danny's attire to match the city spirit,

If he is in Gotham, his phantom wardrobe matches with Lady Gotham which is on point, a Gothic Victorian era style, and when his human he happily dresses himself as Goth (Sam approves), and when he's in Metropolis, the city spirit is more modern than the previous city so when his phantom he mostly wears an elegant suit with a cape that looks like it has been cut out of space itself, while if his in Human form he just looks like a rich nepo baby, button up white blouse with a cardigan on top of it and pants that looks newly pressed.

Everyone outside of Amity Park eyes Danny like some fashion icon, but when it comes to Amity Parkers, they just eye him up and down and nod in respect, because Amity Park's city spirit is Phantom himself- he's basically his own city spirit, and given that he goes parading around town like Adam Sandler, but when his in another city, his whole vibe changes.

because even Adam Sandler gets hoes

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You again? Thank you.

Danny Phantom x DC comics

One day after work Danny ends up catching Red Robin in his arms and ends up kicking crooks left and right while holding Red Robin.

Tim gets obsessed with Danny after that. How can a civilian save him every time he gets in trouble? Danny is also confused how he keeps '' saving'' Tim. Danny would like to say that someone is actually menddling with his life string, but having a pretty bird in his arms is worth the headache.

Danny enjoying Red Robin's attention, Tim starts liking hugging Danny. It's nice to have the feeling of security even if it comes from an unknown.

Scarecrow gets out and Tim gets caught as Tim Drake. Danny finds Tim and Tim, poor Tim reconise that help is here. Danny is here and will keep him safe. More safe then anyone before in his life. " Danny, finally you are here". Wha??

The bats try to find him, but he is gone.

Tim makes Danny answer the messages for him. He is not leaving Danny's arms anytime soon.

Tim is not usually like this! He is strong, intelligent and independent, but Danny's arms feel amazing. No one will mind him being gone for a day or two. They also talk about how to make Tim take a break from everything. See people he is finally doing it and in style too.

After his break, he will show Danny how cool he actually is and not this clingy wet cat.

Danny is confused about the whole situation. Red sharing his cv name means Danny has to talk about Phantom or at least his powers. That is only fair. It is trust returned.

Tim is such a beautiful bird and Danny will take good care of him. Don't worry about it Jazz.

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DPxDC Urgent Call

"I need your phone."

Tim looks up from his laptop. The boy in front of him looks like he's been dragged to Hell a week ago and just made it back: smudges of soot on his face, his not-so-white t-shirt smelling of smoke, and a nasty looking burn on his hand that he somehow doesn't even pay attention to. Tim thinks back to his mental list of 'Rogues currently on the loose', but it's only Ivy and Harley (who don't even count anymore), and Penguin, who is not known for setting things on fire.

"I can call 911 for you, if you want?" He offers, because this is still Gotham. Despite the fact that a slightly scorched guy casually walking into a coffee shop is not something out of the ordinary here, he's not giving his phone to strangers.

The guy grimaces and starts aggressively rummaging through his pockets.

"No, thanks, ACAB and all that, and they won't do shit here anyway," he says, and then pulls a handful of tangled golden jewelry — rings, chains, necklaces with various gems in them — from his pocket and places it on the table in front of Tim. "I need your phone," he repeats.

Tim stares. First, at the gold — these things look antique, and his parents were archeologists, he knows what he's talking about — then, back at the guy. He looks... ordinary, sans the dirt and smell.

But the burn on his hand looks significantly more healed than it did just a minute ago.

Thankfully, Tim has already had his cup of morning coffee. Which means he is thinking very rationally when he does get his phone out of his pocket and hands it to the guy, just to see what he does next.

"Thanks," the guy grins at him, plucking the phone out of Tim's hand and unlocking it. Tim's eyebrows shoot up — there's a password there! — but the stranger is already dialing in a number and pressing the phone to his ear.

It takes less than a second before someone evidently picks up, and the guy starts talking.

"I have less than three minutes before the phone dies, so listen very carefully. Etrigan is fine, Jason is not, Klarion is still being a bitch. Dora won't help anymore, so you're on your own until Sam makes it there with the staff. I'm in Gotham because, apparently, mazes and I don't mix well together, so if you could summon me back, that'd be cool," he says, a look of mild annoyance on his face.

Tim is back to staring at him. He recognizes some of the names, and, well, one could have been an oddity, two a coincidence, but three is a pattern.

"The fuck you mean you can't, I gave you the incantation two months ago!" The guy raises his voice, his foot tapping on the floor in frustration. "Do you think I just go around giving my summons to people for shits and giggles? Like, yeah, have a spell that unleashes a cosmic being of immeasurable power, use it as a bookmark!"

This interaction, despite Tim only hearing one side of it, gets more and more alarming with every word.

But then, the boy suddenly straightens up and stills, his eyes flashing bright, unpleasantly familiar green.

"You what?" He asks, his voice slipping from just angry to quietly enraged hiss, "Sold it to whom?!" But, before he gets an answer, Tim's phone makes a thin, tiny buzzing sound, and the guy takes it off his ear, looking at the screen.

"No, no-no-no," he mutters, shaking it like that would make it work. To no avail, though: the phone screen flashes a few times and goes black. The guy curses. At least Tim thinks it's a curse because he doesn't understand a word, but the stranger's face and intonation are telling.

"Useless fucking moron of a human, I swear I'm going to drown you in cow shit once this is over," he switches to English, dropping the phone on the table right by the small pile of gold, "I'll bargain your pathetic soul from everyone you've ever dealt with and give it to the Observants, and maybe, after a few millenia of endless Council paperwork, I'll have mercy and sell it back to Lucifer and watch him fry you on a skillet."

...Whoever the boy is, Tim absolutely refuses to ever piss him off, okay. That's an impressive threat to even make, not to mention being able to go through with it.

"Do you need help?" He asks cautiously. If he is getting his context clues right, this is something that involves JLD, and maybe John Constantine specifically since Tim doesn't know any other man who is a magic user, sold his soul numerous times, would care about Etrigan's wellbeing, and could invoke this kind of murderous intent.

The boy looks back at him, his eyes back to normal blue.

"Huh? Oh, no, I doubt this can be helped," he waves Tim off and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Sorry about the phone, but, unless you have a way to yeet me across the globe so I end up in London in the next twenty minutes..." he shrugs, smiling in that helpless 'nothing you can do here' way.

Tim picks up his phone. It's dead, wholly and completely, won't even turn on when he tries.

He really, really shouldn't do that. This is definitely none of his business, and very much out of his capabilities and area of expertise.

But he thinks about the zeta-tube in the Cave.

"Actually," he says, and the guy's eyes snap back to him, a bewildered sort of surprise on his face.

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Let Me Be Your Sword

Danny’s… not sure how to feel about his new knight.

Like, don’t him wrong, Red Hood—or Jason, as he’d asked Danny to call him—is great at his job. He’s good at fighting, knows how to manage an organization far better than Danny did at first, and is unfailingly loyal. He’s also just generally a pretty nice guy who’s had some similar life/unlife experiences. Their partnership could be really great.

But Jason is in love with him. And Danny… isn’t. So the whole situation feels a bit manipulative.

He’s been quite careful to try to make sure he’s not leading Jason on—in fact, he openly explained his lack of reciprocating feelings to try to make sure there could be no possible misconceptions there—but he’s still worried about the dynamic.

Jason doesn’t care that his feelings aren’t returned.

Okay, well, no, he cares immensely. He wishes with all his heart (though not his voice) that Danny reciprocated his feelings. If anything, he thinks he might be a “little bit” obsessive about his King.

But as things are, he can ‘live’ with it.

It may not be reciprocal, but he can still dedicate himself to his King. Be useful for him. Be valued.

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DPxDC The Guy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian: Todd, I require assistance-

Jason: Sure, I know a guy.

Damian: Is it Daniel?

Jason:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Prompt 3: Villain

Danny was shipped to Gotham and he was instantly culture shocked by the amount of violence a living human have. Like, it's understandable if it's a ghost but no, this people are alive!!! So why????

Gotham was also cursed and as a protective spirit, his own protectiveness was warped into something sinister due to it.

Cue, Danny kidnapping some rouge (Red Hood included) to play a little game called "Choose your Poison".

It's where rapist (for the first round) gets to choose a door, behind that door is a rouge, and then they have to 1 v 1 that rouge. They do not get to say no, it's that or THAT but 1 v 2.

It's also livestreamed and Danny was like the host commenting the crimes and the likes. Just

Danny: And now for the next battle, the owner of the whatsamacallit fighting KI-KI-KI-KI-KILLER CROC!!!! Let's give them a round of applause!!!

Danny: In this corner we have a sorry excuse of a Father who has been pimping his daughters to the police just so he won't get jail time while selling drugs!!!

Danny: And now the police.

It gets quite an audience that will also protest and will defend Danny against the Bats.

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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*