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Sew Ourselves Shut

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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*

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8 year old Bruce: Alfred, can I tell you the story of the Wayne Blood Curse?

Alfred: No. That's how curses get spread. I don't want a blood curse on my house.

Bruce: But its really important I tell all new staff members or they are open to-

Alfred: No. Shush.

Bruce: But-

Alfred: I have dusting to do. Good day, Young Master.

Danny dusting in the room Alfred ran into: Hiya, you new?

Alfred: Yes. Just started last week. Are you a butler, too?

Danny: Not really, I'm more of a floater. I cover whatever work needs to be done if we're short staff. I'm Danny Phantom, by the way. Nice to meet you. You are?

Alfred: It's lovely to meet you, I'm Alfred Pennyworth. I-

Bruce: ALFRED NO! YOU SHOULDN'T HAVE TOLD IT YOUR NAME! WHY DIDN'T YOU LISTEN TO ME!?

Alfred: What?

Danny suddenly glowing and flouting: HeLlO ALfrEd PeNNyWoRtH. ThE conTrACt hAs bEeN SeALeD.

Bruce: No!

Danny: Yes!

Bruce: NO!

Danny: YES!

Bruce: Alfred belongs to my parents! Its why Dad hired him- he's supposed to be my other Dad after a ten year plan of them romancing him!

Danny: Its too late. He's mine now. I have the soul binding ring! SEE! *Waves hand* I'M THE HUSBAND AND THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT CHILD, MAH HA HA HA!

Bruce: Nooooooooooo!

Alfred frog blink: Whats happening?

Bruce: That's man-stealing ghost took another one! Why is he always after the men, we Waynes want!? Its been 500 years Phantom, leave us alone!

Danny: Ha! You sound just like your father did at your age when I seduced his nanny.

Bruce: I shall have my revenge!

Danny: He said that too!

Alfred: Can someone please explain what the hell is going on!?

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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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Few people know this, but Danny is a great cook.

He had to be. He was living with neglectful parents who sometimes forget about their children and forget to eat themselves. Sam and Tucker love his cooking as he cooks both meat and vegan dishes.

Amity Park has a yearly cooking competition and technically Danny's won it 4 years in a row.

The first year Jack and Danny entered the competition. Danny did the cooking and Jack added a "Fenton secret ingredient". That secret ingredient being ectoplasm. That day the food tasted the judges just as much as the judges tasted the food. The Fenton family was banned from the cooking competitions from that day forth.

The second year Danny entered the competition under a fake name. Unfortunately Dash had heard about him entering the competition and stole Danny's food for his own and winning the competition. Fortunately Sam stole the ribbon from Dash and gave it to Danny.

The third year Danny made sure that Dash couldn't steal his food but Cujo had also followed Danny into the competition and the bully had spread rumors about Danny putting dog in his food. And again Danny was disqualified. Sam bought him his own trophy because she knows he'd win, but it wasn't the same.

The fourth year Danny entered again, but this time so did the lunch lady and when the food was being judged people ran due to the lunch lady being a ghost the competition was canceled and no one won.

This year Danny was going to win. He had always used the recipes provided to him by his pen pal Alfred pennyworth and he was going to win fair and square and prove he was a good cook.

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Danny has found a small-ish floating island in the Zone that isn't claimed by anyone. Dibs.

He starts altering it, and finds out that for ghosts it's like, super easy. He's literally just grabbing bits of ecto and forming it into what he wants, like putty.

He takes inspiration from his favorite Animal Crossing save, and shapes this floating island to be a place for him to just...go chill.

He names it the same thing he named his Animal Crossing island; Potato.

Danny loves Potato Island. It's his new favorite place to go to unwind.

The blob ghosts like his little ecto lakes and ponds, and will take the form of random fish to play in them. Some of them like to pretend to be caught when he goes "fishing", and are very proud when he takes photos with them and tells them what a big catch they are.

There's his house, based on the Animal Crossing one he designed, and there's a few other empty ones as well.

There's shops, based after the ones on his islands, that have no wares and no one to run them.

But that's fine, this is all just so he can relax.

Except one day, a ghost he hasn't met before asks if they can have one of the houses. That in return, they'll run one of the shops.

Danny agrees! He was getting kind of lonely anyways, and he's not on the island all the time.

Then another ghost asked. Then another.

Now his little project island is a bustling avenue of shops and locals, with celebrations for Ghost holidays he's never heard of planned out, and a small city council to gather up concerns and bring them to his attention if the city council can't resolve them.

Usually it's infrastructure, since no one but Danny can make alterations to the island. The political stuff stays firmly in the hands of the elected officials.

Potato Island is a small, peaceful hub of trade and Danny is Very Proud.

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Meanwhile, the Justice League Dark is very happy that there's an interdimensional, peaceful trading village in the Infinite Realms that they can do their shopping at with ease.

The locals like to barter, which is ideal for Magic Users, and Potato Island (wild name but whatever) is protected by a very powerful spirit, so JLD members don't have to worry about being attacked while there.

Billy, though; Billy has a whole other reason to seek Potato Island out; he needs a place to live as a human. He can open his own portals and go back to Earth, and he's not stupid, he knows not to eat food from the Realms, but he's...a little tired of being homeless.

As Captain Marvel, everyone thinks he's an adult and that he has a secret base to live in.

But as Billy, who no one in the hero community knows, he's been living on the streets, and he wants security.

So the next time he goes to Potato Island, he explores it, searching for the Island's guardian; Phantom.

He has a favor to ask.

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Bruce: or in the state for that matter

How fandom portrays Tim's first months as Robin:

Tim: Batman, it's time for your anti-depressants.

Bruce: *grumbles*

Tim: Speak louder.

Bruce: Go away Jason.

Tim: It's Tim, actually.

Bruce: GO AWAY.

How it actually was in the Batman comics:

Tim: How did my report card got on your fridge?

Bruce: I took a look at your grades, and they were great, why? Except for chemistry. Maybe you should not go out as Robin to focus on school.

Tim: Not happening. I'm not falling for that.

Bruce: Well, if you are really going to do this, we should add bubble wrap to the suit.

Tim: I'm not made of glass.

Bruce: Are you sure about that? By the way, do you eat enough? ALFRED, can you cook something for Tim? He needs some food.

Tim: I'm fine Bruce!

Bruce: Are you sure? Do you want a hug? If you want a hug, you can ask. I can have Alfred make some hot chocolate.

Tim: You realize I have parents, rights?

Bruce: I don't see them in this room.

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PLEASE MAKE THIS INTO A FIC! OR REC ME SOMETHING THAT INVOKVES THE THREE OF THEM IN A POLY

Thinking about love triangle but it is not really.

Same Age AU where one of Vlad's schems ended up with Danny transferred to Gotham Academy, where he befriended Jon and Damian.

Jon, with his keen senses, comes to realization that Danny is not human but not guessing which race he is and also not wanting to reveal some's secret callously, trying to get to know Danny more. Always hinting that Danny can tell him anything.

Damian, meanwhile, is trying to keep Danny's existence under wraps because he does NOT want a new sibling, thank you very much.

The whole student body is thinking these three are trying to woo the other, without much success.

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"WERENT YOU SUPOST TO BE DEAD‽"

Cried 2 black hair childrends in midle of the wayne gala.

One of the kids were activily traying to aboid Vald Masters.

The other one was Damian Wayne.

"Why didn't you told me you were alive‽!" They cried toghether at the same time for the 2nd ocasion.

"Morher" was the only response before the 2 almlst identical kids noded and pout out celephones.

Menawile the fire about what happened had spread out and now the bat fam and the ceo of vlad corp were in crisis