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Since the Joker semi-canonically knows Batman’s secret identity how about this:

The Joker finds out about a new kid annexed by the Waynes and decides to welcome Danny to Gotham through a good old kidnapping and beating to death, it’s been two Robins ago since he last did it after all you know, and Batsy deserves a proper welcome back to the land of the living to learn to not scare the Joker like that again (for a hot minute the clown-prince of crime thought he’d have to get a job at the DMV, the horror). Except while he is sitting around with a tied up Danny, with no camera or soul on sight? Well, things go a bit like this:

So yeah, the Joker ends up catatonic for a while and Jason is now firmly the president of the DeadTired fanclub, all is as it should be.

Tim during Bruce-quest meets Danny Fenton and comes to a few conclusions. 1) Danny is something not quite human 2) Danny’s parents, while not actively harming him, clearly consider him to be a lesser being for being not quite human 3) there are not many lines left for the Doctors Fenton to cross before they are actively harming their son and 4) someone shouldn’t probably remove Danny from his parents before things go south.

so he just. takes him. and Danny lets him. they rescue Bruce and return to Gotham and Danny is Still There. he’s just not leaving. he’s not actively helping with anything either, and neither Danny or Tim offers any sort of explanation for the current situation. Danny just sort of becomes Tim’s supernatural arm-candy

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And also the League of Assassins’ big names, with Talia dragging Bruce, Ra’s dragging Lex Luthor (he lost the coin flip, okay), Nyssa dragging a somewhat touched and non-resisting Ras and Damian dragging Mister Terrific.

Help Wanted ≠ Send Sacrifices

Danny gripped his bangs in his fist, staring down at the paperwork before him with endless frustration and not a lick of comprehension.

Why was there so much paperwork, anyway? Pariah Dark hadn't exactly seemed like the type to keep records. Had he done this on purpose? As punishment to whomever wound up taking the throne from him? Danny had to admit, that sounded like a really devious plan. Unless the next ruler had been, like, The Secretary Ghost or something.

… that gave Danny an idea.

Clockwork had told him about this "Kingly Connection" thing he had yet to try out. Supposedly, it made it so that the king could address his subjects all at once, no matter where they may be. In case of an urgent announcement or Realms-threatening danger, or something.

To Danny, it sounded like a really efficient way to send out a 'Help Wanted' ad. Everyone would be able to hear it, and anyone who for some reason didn't could learn about it through word of mouth. Those who felt they were qualified could come see him at the Keep, and those who didn't could just continue on with whatever they'd been doing. It was the perfect plan.

Danny flopped back in his seat, relieved for the reprieve as he shut his tired eyes. He followed the pull, down, down, into his core… and then even further, til the light behind his eyes got brighter, til he reached the power of the KING.

Hey, everyone. This is your King speaking. I need like, a secretary or something. Someone who can help me handle literal millennia of paperwork. So, if y'all could come on down to the Keep, or pass the offer on to the smartest person you know, that'd be dope.

Danny felt as the power pulsed within his chest, sending his message out along the millions of tiny strings tying all Undead souls back to his. He sighed and slouched in his chair, exhaustion finally catching up to him. All he had to do now was wait. A little nap in the meantime couldn't hurt, could it?

— — —

Jason felt simultaneously floaty and more grounded than he had since his mysterious resurrection. All his anger and uncertainty was just gone, replaced by pure drive and direction. He wasn't thinking very deeply, but he knew what he was doing. It was like laying on the surface of a sunlit lake, letting the gentle waves take him wherever they wished.

The Red Hood finished the chalk circle in the middle of the wide, empty warehouse floor and stepped back. The lines and starbursts that decorated it were drawn immaculately, without a single smudge. Now, all he needed was…

… the smartest person you know…

… Where was Tim?

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This brings up the question though: IIRC Spectra’s deal was that the fear made her younger, beautiful and stronger, so does Danny get the same benefits? Like, maybe that’s even what makes Danny and Vlad so powerful in relation to the average ghost, they are unconsciously (or maybe even consciously in Vlad’s case) metabolizing their own emotions past a certain intensity threshold into more energy to use. In that case fear gas might just overcharge Danny outright so he is climbing mountains with his teeth and throwing around DBZ style energy blasts capable of leveling cities.

Skittles-Flavored Fear

AKA "The Batfam rescue several Gotham-U students from Scarecrow's latest hostage situation. However, Dr. Jonathan Crane becomes obsessed when one student has a strange reaction to the Fear Toxin - extreme exhilaration and giddiness." Based on this prompt!!

Danny knows Ghosts feed on intense emotion to survive; he's never had to, never wanted to because it feels... parasitic. He never thought he'd be drugged with it. Sitting among his fellow students, tied up as the Straw Man or whatever monologues about his evil plans, Danny thought the worst thing that could happen would be hallucinating a dissection table. Maybe the GIW or his parents with gleaming googles and scalpels at the ready.

He doesn't even realize they're already being gassed until Danny takes a breath and tastes... skittles? Like, taffy, frosted cream, and melty-sweet syrup. The more he breathes it in, the more he feels strangely floaty. His head feels both heavy and light, stuffed with cotton, and he can barely even hear. (If he could hear, he'd probably would be horrified by his classmates screaming, writhing in terror all around him like a swarm of buzzing locusts.)

And then somebody - The Straw Man - is looming in front of him, grabbing Danny by the face, and curiously tilting his head. After a moment of contemplation, Straw Man rummages around in his satchel before Danny gets freaking hosed in the face with a concentrated dose of Fear Toxin. And then everything gets better worse. Danny feels euphoric. He's giggling, smiling, head so clouded from the high that he doesn't even notice even Dr. Crane drags him through the crowded lecture hall. Doesn't notice when two goons grab him by the arms and start to haul him toward the exit.

What he does notice is the Straw Man's body slamming into the wall. Several figures blur in shades of black, blue, green, and red as Danny squints to try and focus on at least one of them. Then, somebody - blue and black - is at his side. Danny kind of... slides down the hero's side, legs too wobbly to hold himself up, until the hero has to prop Danny into a half-laying-half-sitting position. Danny's still giggling, slurring something and his hand somehow finds the hero's face, patting it in thanks for the rescue.

It's only when the Big Bat comes over, fits an odd-shaped mask over Danny's face, that he stops smelling candy. Instead, he smells something putrid, almost like formaldehyde, sweat, and... unmentionable body fluids. Danny's head is throbbing like brain freeze and a pressure headache, nausea so intense he can taste it in the back of his throat and cramps in his stomach. One moment he's mumbling 'm gon' throw up and the next he's ripping the mask off his face. Turns to the side and... barfs on Batman. (If he were more coherent, he'd probably be mortified. Maybe even die again of embarrassment. Worse when Nightwing cackles uncontrollably from beside him. Ancients, he'd petted Nightwing!! On the freakin' face!!)

That's the last thing that Danny remembers. He wakes up in the hospital several hours later, several texts from Jazz, Sam, and Tucker saying they're taking the next flight to Gotham. Danny flops back into the hospital bed and groans. Groans louder when he remembers what happened in the lecture hall. At least there's probably a very small amount of people who can say they barfed on the Dark Knight of Gotham and got away with it, right?

(Cue Scarecrow constantly trying to kidnap Danny and the Batfam being put on Danny-watch to make sure he's safe. Maybe also trying to figure out why Danny reacts differently to Fear Toxin, but assume he's an undocumented meta with a unique biology. Danny absolutely thinks he's being stalked by Batman as revenge.)

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Would also be funny if instead the circle was a blotched summoning circle and it ended up calling the previous owner of the book. And this is how a hungover John Constantine wakes up to a bunch of nut job cultists wannabe on white suits of all possible cult getups seemingly trying to sacrifice a tied up teenager to summon him… he suddenly feels a lot more sympathetic to all the entities he summoned over the years and vows to offer all of them a beer for their troubles from then on.

DCXDP Fanfic Idea: Book Bind

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Where in the world was he?

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

Not to mention the ache in his lungs.

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

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

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

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

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

Was this ghost part fish or something?

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

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

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Lol, imagine that she’s locked up because she either killed the Joker or decided to pretend she did for Danny so he doesn’t have to risk getting into the public eye (none of them believe for a second she would get in trouble for what is basically a public service). The police set her bail at $ 0.01 with a 100.00 prize for being the (whatever number she is)th person arrested in Gotham, but needed her to call someone to escort her out because the partying is getting a little too rowdy.

Jazz: Hi Honey!

Jason: ?

Jazz: This is my boyfriend, the one I was talking about so I really can't give you my number.

Creepy guy: Is he really your boyfriend?

Jason catching on: Yeah, I am. You got a problem?

Creepy guy: No, no, no. I can see she's already claimed for. Sorry didn't mean to overstep. I'll go. *runs away*

Jazz: *Angry Huff* Claimed!? Like I'm a thing!? Agh!

Jason: Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?

Jazz: I'm fine. He was annoying more than anything. Creep followed me from the subway station on the seventh.

Jason: That's far.

Jazz: Yeah, if you didn’t help, I was going to break my promise with my brother and send the creep to the hospital, then get arrested again.

Jason: You have a criminal record?

Jazz: Whats with that tone?

Jason: Sorry, you don't look the part. I mean no offense, but you're dressed like you work in a library.

Jazz: I do work in a library. I am also a highly trained ghost hunter, and humans are far easier to hurt than ghosts.

Jason smiling: Oh? How so?

Jazz: For one thing, humans don't usually notice when I disarm them. *Holding up Jason's guns*

Jason: Wha- when did you-!?

Jazz: *Handing them back* See? I'm dangerous. Anyway, see you around, Motorcycle Boy.

Jason: Motorcycle Boy?

Jazz yelling over her shoulder: I picked you to be my fake boyfriend because you looked good on that bike. Stay hot, Motorcycle Boy!

Jason watching Jazz flip her hair over her shoulder and walk away: I'm going to bring that girl home to Alfred.

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I mean, when he realizes that he just HAS to try the “fortify restoration” loop on Skyrim. Like, do the “fortify magicka” and “fortify destruction” potions translate to his ecto powers? Because if so Vlad is about to have a really bad time. Maybe Danny will even pop Pariah out of the coffin again just to steamroll the guy like we all do to the Ebony Warrior at some point once we first get the loop going.

Okay this is going to drive me INSANE. D:>

Dearly beloved, Phandom darlings...

Can DANNY EAT VIDEO GAME/TV FOOD?

I... I NEED to know. You don't UNDERSTAND!? Think about it. No, seriously. THINK about all those HIGHLY unrealistic, too good to be true, PERFECT looking meals. Animated shows n games etc where there are chefs who will "cook for Anybody!"

Now think about being 14 going 20. A teenager. A broke college student. Your fridge is empty and everything you touch? Comes back to LIFE. You're... you're just so hungry. Tired. Your bruises have bruises and you have a paper due tomorrow.

I kinda want to CRY.

Can only eat cup ramen so many times before you DO.

And this show? That commercial? Yonder cooking game?? Well... they did a REAL good job animating it. It looks so WARM. So FILLING and COMFORTING. You can practically SMELL it.

You look down at your sad, soggy, cheap but you can afford it, EZ Noodles and? Feel something BREAK inside. You... you KNOW you can travel inside technology. KNOW this. Have done it before. Why... why AREN'T you? You can't keep living like this.

You gotta TRY, right?

I? Wanna believe it TOTALLY works?? Because Ectoplasm is weird like that? And just shrugs? Says "actual food, the concept of food backed by electricity, what's the difference? Sure, we can fuck with this"? And so Danny? IMMEDIATELY fucking switches his diet.

Like? Dead stop screech, slam on the breaks, u-turn to take that last off-ramp. Type IMMEDIATE.

Grocery bill? No, no, you mistake him! No. NOW it's his "carefully researched for their cooking, games and shows" bill. Touch his collection and he'll FUCKING BITE.

They got sticky notes on the cases. Menus n lil fold out "grocery store" locations. He punched a dragon for this fruit. Mmmmm, home cooked meeeeeals~

Just? Weird Foodie Danny. Yes he DOES know what those steaks taste like. While YOU fuckers were staring at the cat girls bizangas, HE was eating granny cat lady's home made meatball stew! Ha! YOU FOOLS!

More then that? I want him to write reviews. Like "yeah, fight system was OKAY but- *5 hour glowing rant about the food, sounding like a food critic who'd actually fucking gone and loved it* " and people are like?? Who? Is this funky lil madman? This is hilarious?

I want it to be DPxDC JUST? So everyone slowly starts to play the game "Meta or Shtick?" Because no one REALLY knows who he is. This dude gets POPULAR though. For some reason can't be hacked (shame on you guys! Way to try and ruin the FUN!). And like? Eventually? Someone just fucking ASKS?

And Danny is like... " wouldn't YOU like to know, weatherboy?"

So everyone is like:

"Meta."

But hey... since they're already ASSUMING~? >:3c WHOOOOO wants to help him PAY RENT~? Let's VLOG this fucker! Wooooo! Say "hi" Catchef! *feline noises* like? It's like a let's play combined with a mukbang.

Teen Heros everywhere are FACINATED. Game developers are suddenly like? "If there's food. You BETTER make it look amazing. We want that weird YouTube twink to... whatever his powers are, our game! Free viral marketing!" Food channels? Rending their clothes, on their KNEES, please! PLEASE! Just ANSWER OUR EMAIL! Just ONE SHOW! A one off! Guest appearance!

We have MONEY!!!

All while Danny? Is finally happy with his life. Weird as hell. Harrasing the world. Good food on the regular. Gets to travel, kinda. Best of all? He's raising money from it! Can help people! Now... who wants salad?

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @hypewinter @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @dcxdpdabbles @the-witchhunter @lolottes

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Plot twist, he goes in an earlier version of Minecraft (when you could still craft an enchanted golden apple if you were willing to spend the time to do so) and eats it, it promptly fully resurrects him, which good for him! New life yay! But also now he isn’t a halfa anymore? So he can’t LEAVE THE GAME. Sure, he got the same power set of Steve in the game, which can be pretty OP depending on if he is in creative, but now he has to figure out how to make a Fenton portal in Minecraft to recover his powers so he can go home, which, kinda hard with little access to ores and even less to technology.

Okay this is going to drive me INSANE. D:>

Dearly beloved, Phandom darlings...

Can DANNY EAT VIDEO GAME/TV FOOD?

I... I NEED to know. You don't UNDERSTAND!? Think about it. No, seriously. THINK about all those HIGHLY unrealistic, too good to be true, PERFECT looking meals. Animated shows n games etc where there are chefs who will "cook for Anybody!"

Now think about being 14 going 20. A teenager. A broke college student. Your fridge is empty and everything you touch? Comes back to LIFE. You're... you're just so hungry. Tired. Your bruises have bruises and you have a paper due tomorrow.

I kinda want to CRY.

Can only eat cup ramen so many times before you DO.

And this show? That commercial? Yonder cooking game?? Well... they did a REAL good job animating it. It looks so WARM. So FILLING and COMFORTING. You can practically SMELL it.

You look down at your sad, soggy, cheap but you can afford it, EZ Noodles and? Feel something BREAK inside. You... you KNOW you can travel inside technology. KNOW this. Have done it before. Why... why AREN'T you? You can't keep living like this.

You gotta TRY, right?

I? Wanna believe it TOTALLY works?? Because Ectoplasm is weird like that? And just shrugs? Says "actual food, the concept of food backed by electricity, what's the difference? Sure, we can fuck with this"? And so Danny? IMMEDIATELY fucking switches his diet.

Like? Dead stop screech, slam on the breaks, u-turn to take that last off-ramp. Type IMMEDIATE.

Grocery bill? No, no, you mistake him! No. NOW it's his "carefully researched for their cooking, games and shows" bill. Touch his collection and he'll FUCKING BITE.

They got sticky notes on the cases. Menus n lil fold out "grocery store" locations. He punched a dragon for this fruit. Mmmmm, home cooked meeeeeals~

Just? Weird Foodie Danny. Yes he DOES know what those steaks taste like. While YOU fuckers were staring at the cat girls bizangas, HE was eating granny cat lady's home made meatball stew! Ha! YOU FOOLS!

More then that? I want him to write reviews. Like "yeah, fight system was OKAY but- *5 hour glowing rant about the food, sounding like a food critic who'd actually fucking gone and loved it* " and people are like?? Who? Is this funky lil madman? This is hilarious?

I want it to be DPxDC JUST? So everyone slowly starts to play the game "Meta or Shtick?" Because no one REALLY knows who he is. This dude gets POPULAR though. For some reason can't be hacked (shame on you guys! Way to try and ruin the FUN!). And like? Eventually? Someone just fucking ASKS?

And Danny is like... " wouldn't YOU like to know, weatherboy?"

So everyone is like:

"Meta."

But hey... since they're already ASSUMING~? >:3c WHOOOOO wants to help him PAY RENT~? Let's VLOG this fucker! Wooooo! Say "hi" Catchef! *feline noises* like? It's like a let's play combined with a mukbang.

Teen Heros everywhere are FACINATED. Game developers are suddenly like? "If there's food. You BETTER make it look amazing. We want that weird YouTube twink to... whatever his powers are, our game! Free viral marketing!" Food channels? Rending their clothes, on their KNEES, please! PLEASE! Just ANSWER OUR EMAIL! Just ONE SHOW! A one off! Guest appearance!

We have MONEY!!!

All while Danny? Is finally happy with his life. Weird as hell. Harrasing the world. Good food on the regular. Gets to travel, kinda. Best of all? He's raising money from it! Can help people! Now... who wants salad?

@babbling-babull @hdgnj @hypewinter @legitimatesatanspawn @spidori @dcxdpdabbles @the-witchhunter @lolottes

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If that happens while Danny is already in Gotham has the potential to be hilarious. By then Danny has already established a (BS) list of what a vampire does, powers, weaknesses, goals, the whole ordeal mainly based on his favorite vampire novels. So when the actual Vladmir Dracula shows up and is completely different from Danny and clearly not the Vlad Danny is constantly complaining about? There is only one logical explanation, clearly Dracula is a fake vampire going around badly pretending to be a real vampire Scooby Doo style.

Short DPXDC Prompts #601

Danny hides most of his ghostly traits in Gotham and decides to throw off the GIW’s trail in a more creative fashion.

He limits to using specific ghostly powers and traits, (i.e: super speed, flight, immortality, pale white skin, glowing eyes, inhuman movements, fangs, batform(?), ghostly magic that look akin to spells, etc.) and does his best to pretend that certain items are weaknesses to him (i.e: running water, silver, garlic, holy water, or crosses).

To hide in plain sight, he pretends to be a vampire.

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At no point Danny is worried about his parents finding out. Probably because he knows that if anything those two would weep in joy of him following their footsteps and make suggestions to turn the atom splitter even more unsafe.

Danny: I need help. I need to get my brother a date.

Tim: Why? You're planning something aren't you?

Danny: Yes, and I need him not to tell Jazz on me so...are any of your siblings single?

Tim: Why my family? Can't you find a random person on tender?

Danny: Absolutely not, my brother is borderline insane. I need someone who could contain that sort of insanity or strong enough to do damage to him.

Tim: Fuck that! I like my family.

Danny: You do?

Tim: YES!

Danny: Please Timbers!

Tim: Fine...what are interest?

Danny: Ironically he isn't into space like me.

Tim: How is that ironic?

Danny: I'll explain one day. He's really into weird stuff. Occult collectibles, black and white films, vinyl records, really old music, even wine making. His hobbies do not match his looks and I think they make him look like a vampire born in the 50s.

Tim: *sigh* I think I know someone who he might like. And I hope it doesn't work out.

***Two days later***

Jason: So have you read The Silmarillion?

Dan: "Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that came down to us from the darkness of those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien"

Jason: Nice.

Dan: What do you think of the first adaptation of Frankenstein in film?

Jason: I hated it. It ruined the intellectual and yet spiteful character of Adam into just a stupid beast. Robbing the entire story of its themes.

Dan: Amazing. We could discuss Ulysses and The House of Leaves at my house over some wine. Perhaps I could show you my record collection if you'd like.

*****

Danny: *trying to hide the atom splitter he had been trying to test* Oh, you're back early....don't tell Jazz!

Tim: Heyyyy, Jay.

(Dan developed a love for books and film after the death of his teacher in his original timeline. He matured enough to realize he had Dan's best interests at heart.)

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Bonus points if it turns out Danny had nothing to do with Tim’s coffee disappearing (the amount of caffeine Danny needs to get anything out of it is literally four times the lethal dose for humans, he is not going to steal this random dude’s coffee just to be a dick), Alfred just got better at finding Tim’s stashes and removing them unseen.

He was originally going to keep doing this in secret so Tim eventually decides it’s the consequences of his sleep deprivation (hallucination) and take better care of himself, but now he might have to break cover on the grounds that Tim and Bruce’s habits are more unhealthy than ever before due to the new obsession. All the while Danny himself has long since gone back to Amity Park and forgotten all about the puddle incident.

Danny is walking along in Gotham and trips and falls into a massive puddle. Instead of making a splash or hitting the cold wet floor, he simply goes through the ground and turns invisible as he falls.

Now imagine you are a Gotham vigilante just chilling on the rooftops and you see this scrawny ass black haired kid just eat shit and fall face first toward a puddle and just sink into the puddle with barley even a ripple. Completely vanishing from sight. The bafflement and chaos that would ensue from that… truly marvelous.

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Honestly, I can kinda see it going in a DeadTired story where forcing Tim into self-caring is Danny’s love language just as Tim’s is stalking, so Tim will casually tell Danny some story about his childhood Danny himself doesn’t remember in excruciating detail while Danny goes “huh, that’s fascinating sweetheart” while sneakily changing Tim’s coffee to a sleeping tea he got from Frostbite while the cup is still on Tim’s hand without him noticing.

You know I've seen a few variations on "Danny is the one who can make the batfam sleep" now and most of them are powers-based or him being a tiny new orphan who is so so sad if you don't take care of yourself-based

May I propose another variation: Danny, having moved into the manner a month ago and long discovered all of the relevant secrets (without the others knowing) can tell their lack of self-care is weighing on Alfred.

Alfred is the one he's seen the most in his time there - the others have spent time with him, of course, but they all have their night jobs and work or school away from home (Danny is doing online classes so he can work at his own pace) - so he's not at all happy about Alfred being stressed.

Danny calls a family meeting.

He's built an app, he tells them, and each of them can access their own timer on their phones - yes he already downloaded it to each of them.

Yes, those are how long you've been awake, he tells them. Yes, he's sure they have noticed Tim's absence - Tim was on hour 35. The maximum allowed is 24.

If one's timer reaches 24, Danny will find them, and he will put them to sleep manually.

How? Danny hefts the Fenton creep stick pointedly.

Someone points out he could give them a concussion or kill them that way.

Danny says he's had a lot of practice judging swings.

He also maybe bribed Nocturne for a large amount of sleep dust. The bat is just for a deceptive bonk (and they will be getting a bonk, if a light one) as they go out so he doesn't have to explain himself - they'll just think he's really that good at judging swings.

Someone goes to find Tim to prove he's just bluffing. Except Tim is actually asleep.

Danny doesn't use any ghost powers, he's just that sneaky and he's keeping a close eye on the timers. No matter how they try to avoid him it simply doesn't work. He hacks the doors, he's good at combat the one time someone noticed him sneaking up on them, and he's such a good sneak that most of the time they don't notice him until it's too late (even more impressive once they actually start paying attention to their timers to try and anticipate him).

They don't all live together. That doesn't help.

Danny took a bus to Tim's apartment while claiming he was going on a jog to avoid suspicion. He hitchhikes all the way to Crime Alley to put out Red Hood. Nowhere is safe.

It becomes very obvious he knows about their secret IDs. It also becomes very clear that he only really cares about whether or not they're sleeping.

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Same.

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

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This kinda reminds me of @dcxdpdabbles ‘s “New Management” where Lady Gotham leaves Danny in charge of the city while she is on medical leave and people just start freaking out at Danny massively improving the place.

Bruce, blinking awake, looking over at his clock and finds thst he....he got a solid 8 hours of sleep: What the fuck?

Bruce, coming down stairs, seeing the kids not fighting, Tim is helping Damian with his homework, Jason is at the Manor willingly and just vibing with Cass, Stehp, Duke and Dick are all chatting calmly, talking about their day work: What...the...fuck.

Bruce, after being so scared that he actually stopped his heart to disrupt what ever balance that has been made, going to his office to see what emails Lucius had sent him only to find that W.E is running fine, and the board of directors even approved the charity the Bruce was so sure he would have to fight hard for: No...no this...what the fuck...

Bruce, several hours later, in the batcave standing with his mouth agape, because not only has not a single crime had been committed all day, several rouges voluntarily went back to arkham: This...this can't be fucking happening.

Bruce, several more hours later, sandwiched between Clark and Celina, after 9 rounds of vigorous love making: I...this has to be mind control.

Bruce, waking up to the sounds of screams, explosions and for some reasons a kazoo, a mere 30 minutes after he had gone to sleep: Oh...Oh thank God...Oh praise Clark's abs...oh thank fuck.

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Would be nice if Danny and LBM are just super chill and friendly. Like, on one side we have Mr. (Not even going to try) tormenting Superman intermittently for a laugh, on the other we have Batmite fanboying on Batman and accidentally causing him no end of troubles (I only remember Batmite from “Brave and Bold”, so that’s his energy) and absolutely no clue about Night-mite except from another post casually mentioning he likes Nightwing.

Meanwhile we have Danny fighting-is-my-favorite-way-to-socialize Fenton going around with this mini-gobling enabling him and egging him on, sometimes even making sure Danny has the firepower to actually stand a chance without fully transforming or just steamrolling his opponents: wanna sucker punch Darkside? Sure, Apokolypse is lovely this time of the month, let’s give an evil god a wedgie; fell like defeating a demon? Look no further, Trigon is right this way; a WWII documentary got your blood boiling in indignation? That’s why time-travel got invented in the first place! Hop on in on the DeLoryan and let’s kick Hittler in the balls! Want a new exotic pet? Why, a dinosaur would complement your team very well, a T-Rex goes well with anything! Here you go. Could be even better shifting POV regularly between Danny who is living his best life with his new magic friend and the people left around to go WTF at the chaos he leaves on his path.

So you know how in DC they have 5th dimensional Imps? Like Batmite, Nite-Mite and Mr Mxyzptlk?

What if Little Baby Man is just one of those, and just like Batmite and Nite-Mite, he enamored by Danny and chooses his form to be like him?

Danny, blinking because this weird noodle version of himself just appeared, and started yapping nonstop about how it is his biggest fan: Oh...um...thank you? I really appreciate um...you? But I like...gotta get my homework done, Vlads been sniffing around a lot and like...I really just want to pass this test?

Little Baby Man, nodding slowly, eyes big as saucers, slowly reaching out and grabbing Danny's face with his tiny hands: I cans make em gos away if yous want my favorite?

(I am thinking that Little Baby Man is like, actual little baby, like he is above time and all that, but by Imp standards he is young)

Danny, remembering all the shit that Desiree puts him through each time that he fights her, then looking to his homework: Y'know what? Fuck it we ball.

And that is how Danny ends up in the DC world, because Little Baby Man wanted a cross over.

Danny, after just appearing in Gotham with a pop: Huh.

Danny walking around this new city, LBM in his pocket, and Danny is playing with him: Hey not the fingers!

Danny, wincing as the shades in this area keep on shrieking in his ear for help: Okay...I can see why you brought me here...

Little Baby Man, gnawing on Danny's finger with his snake like body wrapped around Danny's arm: Ya, yous so stronk, would be so coolz...u should fights that Lizards

A bat, watching from a rooftop as Danny does indeed fight that Lizard, watching intensely as this random twink that appeared randomly with...some sort of genetic mutation between human and ferret fights Killer Croc and seem to be having fun: Yo what the fuck?

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What if Danny didn't die? He does open the portal but for the first time in their lives the Fentons followed OSHA regulations.

He doesn't have the powers, but he was right there when the portal opened, he saw the tear in reality and it...it did things.

It wasn't something that a humans mind was supposed to see, while the Infinite Realms are the in-between dimensions, and what is in-between the in-between?

Elder gods, slumbering calamities, fallen angels hid from their gods ever present eye, righteous spirits who reached nirvana, monsters beyond imagination...

The crack before the Realms snapped to his dimension was only open for a mere moment, a single millisecond but to the young boy it was eternity, and he could only watches as all those beings turned their attentions to him, they saw him, observed him as much as he did them.

He had fallen, screaming as he clutched his eyes, his eyes and ears were bleeding, his brain pounded so hard it felt as if it was going to knock out his eyeballs, Sam and Tucker, spared from it all as they had turned their heads when the lightning flashed and rent the portal open could only rush to the boy, trying to help him but all he could do was scream. Because what was beyond had saw him, and gave him a gift.

---

Far away, in a tall tower, a man with a gleaming gold helmet shuddered as the ankh of light in front of him shattered.

He fell to the floor, the minor magic he used failing as the more complex spell fizzled and broke, leaving him painfully wheezing on the ground, clutching at his chest.

"N-no...T-this can not be...T-The order...it...it failed...it can not fail!" Dragging himself across the Tower of Orders floor, Dr. Fate forced himself over to a lone summoning circle, falling onto it with an exhausted groan, the Gaurdian of Order muttered a soft word, and the circle flared, and in an instant he was gone, leaving the Tower shaking it it's wake.

---

On the couch of the House of Magic, John Constantine was feeling as if the world had fucked him so hard in the ass he would never be able to walk straight ever again.

And with the pounding in his skull from a truly deadly hangover wasn't helping either.

Nor was the half dead Dr. Fate puking up his guts in his living room.

"Argh" which translated to "What the bloody fuck are you doing in my house you daft shiny headed prick" but John didn't really have the strength to say that.

"Blugh" was what the ever regal Dr. Fate responded with, which obviously meant "The border between realities have been broken, the Beyond Dark knows of our existence and has seen our world, they have come to either eat upon our existence and reality or defend agaisnt the others that seek to only fill their own unexistance."

John of course, carefully and gracefully pissed himself.

---

In Faccuet City, a young Billy Batson screamed as his head exploded with noise, the gods and heros alike were all suddenly the strongest they had ever been, their powers flooded and overwhelmed his mortal form, and to save his life, the Champion of Magic forced itself into being.

Even in the Champions form the sudden influx of godly might was almost too much, steam charged with lightning billowed off him in great plooms, sparks zapped from his finger tips to the ground, and the air stunk of ozone all around him.

The gods were ranting, each talking over each other, debating in so many dead languages Billy's mind could keep up the translations.

It wasn't until Solomons voice boomed over the others that the voices fell quiet. "ENOUGH! NOW IS NOT THE TIME OF IN FIGHTING, THE BEYOND IS AT OUR DOOR..."

Taking a breath even if he didn't need it, the ancient king looked all the years he had lived and then some, "Young William...oh dear precious boy...our dear son. A great advent has begun, a door which should never been opened has been thrown wide...the beasts you face, the abominations of teeth and tentacles are just the mites that have slipped under the door...waht is to come will make all that you have faced look like mice...we will not have enough time to prepare you with what is to come..."

Solomons voice broke at the end, and he hung his head in the mental image in Billy's head "Seek out others, join forces with any. All those in touch with the arcane shall know of what just happened...as Champion you will be the spear head, the general of them all...you will lead them agaisnt the Beyond."

---

It took a week for Danny to come back to himself again, at least a little bit, he still had a haunted look in his eyes, and was far to quiet. He barely spoke at all, but when he did it was in ramblings of things not understood by any of them.

His parents assumed it had been a ghost that left in this state, their hatred for the ectoplasmic beings growing more and more as their son, their boy grew worse.

Jazz, unlike her parents listened to what Danny described, studied what she could and figured out what she couldn't, at each dead en she pushed, with Tuckers help she gained access to computer systems that held secrets of the occult, and with Sam's freely given credit card? Oh she dived deep into spell, trying desperately to find any kind of cure for Danny's predicament.

As time went on the boy only got worse, he had begun seeing the beings in the Beyond, some whispered wisdom, of long lost ways to calm the millions of mutterings in his gray matter and the pounding of his heart, while others screamed, in jubilation and rage, as it is only in being seen did they become real, and becoming real meant they had a foot hold in existence.

The wise figures, while helping had also steered him to their own goals, some told him to hate the jabbering hordes, others said that the only way to truly to be rid of them was to be nothing as well, to go far past being a person, into being one with the Byond.

Some of the mutterings lead to more questions, they spoke of Gods long forgotten and recent, of their betrayals and what they did to fall, others claimed that they were not fallen, that they were there to protect him from those that were.

The more and more he listened the more and more he saw of them, until Danny began to not understand what was real and what wasnt.

So he didn't even flinch when a group of imposing figures were in his room when he came up to his bed, hoping that the voices of Parathax the Unbeliever would be quiet enough for him to sleep.

Oh he did scream quite a bit when the sad trench coat man with a multi fractured sould reached out and touched him.

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I mean, if we take the fanon idea that ecto gets more powerful with strong emotions and consider it as a form of extra-dimensional energy bonded/condensed in liquid form it’d make sense for it to release the accumulated energy once the blood-blossom extract destabilizes it, energy that’d be turned into kinetic energy once in contact with the air molecules leading to a BIG explosion.

DpxDc #23

Generally unpleasant day.

Flores Rosae Sanguinei (Blood Blossoms) was an extinct species erased in the 1600s, over-exploited by early ghost and witch hunters to eliminate supernatural entities.

Its origin is unknown to humans, but in the realms...

A God had fallen.

Unheard and unseen.

The name forgotten,

The worship lost.

Every drop of their blood bore a seed of the horrid plant, causing much pain to everything that didn't follow the law of the universe.

Even in his human form, Danny was looking at the plant with undelined fear. In his ghostly form, the fumes of it drowned his lungs in a mixture of smells like paint thinner, Malört, and cigarette smoke.

The best way to describe the sensation was like breathing in a bottle of vodka until it fills your lungs and setting it on fire by sticking matches up your nose.

Danny suppressed a gag.

Yeah. Painful and unpleasant.

He was trying not to look at the plastic bag he was carrying, the weight of the blossoms feeling like carrying a dead cat you accidentally ran over: grim, uncomfortable, and a bit disgusting.

But something had to be done, and this was the best way to do it.

One of the properties of the plant was to consume and erase any type of ectoplasm, liquid, solid, or airborne.

The only way for Danny to carry it around was in his human form, which was why, to close up that pool of ectoplasm in the mountains of Pakistan, Danny had to get kidnapped by a strange group of fanatics in ninja outfits.

Which, alright, stranger things happened to him, but the guy monologuing to him might actually have confused him for somebody else.

Who was Tim Drake, and why does he want him to father one of his heirs???

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Danny "piece of shit teenager" Phantom is floating around being a pain in the ass in the Justice League, as normal, when suddenly, he stops in the air.

His head turns 194 degrees, and his smile stretches wide.

"Raven!" He calls, just as the cloaked half demon enters the meeting room.

She stares impassively. "Danny."

"Oh come onnnnnn" the ghost ribs, standing upside down above her like a strange mirror image. "Call me 'Dad' already!"

Raven scowls. "No."

Cyborg, who had entered the watchtower with the girl, looks between them in confusion. "Now what on sweet mother earth is goin' on here?"

Phantom's laughter grated on every eardrum in the vicinity, like cracking glaciers.

"I beat the hell out of her dad, and ate half his soul!" He explains, like it's nothing.

"I took his throne in the duel, so it's only right that I be both a better ruler and a better father, eh?"

"Not my dad." Raven growls.

Phantom just smirks at her, and tosses her a paper bag. She catches it in her magic, and immediately whips out a cookie and begins crunching on it.

On Cyborg's glance, she just glowers. "Not sharing."