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Amity Park Field Trip:

The consequences of spilled coffee.

Mr Lancer would be considered a hardened war veteran if any member of the government not wearing white stepped foot in Amity Park.

He’d fought off zombies, ghost cops, and sentient meat on more than a few occasions to protect his students.

He’d warned each and every one of his students against misbehaving durin their field trip to Gotham and they all respected him more than enough to listen to his orders.

With Mr Lancers guidance they had made it an entire week in Gotham without any incident despite Poison Ivy taking control of the green house they visited, Scarecrow gassing the art museum mid way through their tour, and even Bane fighting Batman right outside the opera house right as they left for the evening. (Thankfully he had the foresight to put Fentons child leash on to stop him from ‘joining the fun’)

And now, here they were on their last day of their trip on their way across the Gotham University Campus to attend the lecture that brought them to Gotham in the first place.

They’d stopped by a lovely little cafe on campus and Mr Lancer was taking a long drawn out sniff of his coffee, just basking in the aroma for a moment when a high pitched laugh broke the peace and suddenly students were frantically running away from an explosion.

Normal this would be when he organizes his student and they all evacuate back to the hotel. All but one of his students had already put on their gas masks and were ready to mobilize at his command.

All but one that stared off towards the explosions with a demented grin on his face that was officially recognized as an omen of doom in no less than 10 occult journals.

Normally he would scold the teen.

Normally he’d had his coffee.

Instead Mr Lancer looked mournfully down at his spilled nectar and sighed.

Walking through his class he stopped right next to the smiling teen and reached behind him.

Every single one of his students immediately stepped back when the click of the glowing child leash signaled the boys freedom.

He didn’t even glance towards his teacher.

He had a clown to hunt.

A different laugh was heard throughout the campus that day, one that would haunt the dreams of any that had been unfortunate enough to be there the day the Joker made Mr Lancer spill his coffee.

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Amity Park Field Trip:

The consequences of spilled coffee.

Mr Lancer would be considered a hardened war veteran if any member of the government not wearing white stepped foot in Amity Park.

He’d fought off zombies, ghost cops, and sentient meat on more than a few occasions to protect his students.

He’d warned each and every one of his students against misbehaving durin their field trip to Gotham and they all respected him more than enough to listen to his orders.

With Mr Lancers guidance they had made it an entire week in Gotham without any incident despite Poison Ivy taking control of the green house they visited, Scarecrow gassing the art museum mid way through their tour, and even Bane fighting Batman right outside the opera house right as they left for the evening. (Thankfully he had the foresight to put Fentons child leash on to stop him from ‘joining the fun’)

And now, here they were on their last day of their trip on their way across the Gotham University Campus to attend the lecture that brought them to Gotham in the first place.

They’d stopped by a lovely little cafe on campus and Mr Lancer was taking a long drawn out sniff of his coffee, just basking in the aroma for a moment when a high pitched laugh broke the peace and suddenly students were frantically running away from an explosion.

Normal this would be when he organizes his student and they all evacuate back to the hotel. All but one of his students had already put on their gas masks and were ready to mobilize at his command.

All but one that stared off towards the explosions with a demented grin on his face that was officially recognized as an omen of doom in no less than 10 occult journals.

Normally he would scold the teen.

Normally he’d had his coffee.

Instead Mr Lancer looked mournfully down at his spilled nectar and sighed.

Walking through his class he stopped right next to the smiling teen and reached behind him.

Every single one of his students immediately stepped back when the click of the glowing child leash signaled the boys freedom.

He didn’t even glance towards his teacher.

He had a clown to hunt.

A different laugh was heard throughout the campus that day, one that would haunt the dreams of any that had been unfortunate enough to be there the day the Joker made Mr Lancer spill his coffee.

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Read @ghostboidanny ‘s post about ghost king danno and miscommunication this morning and I couldn’t stop thinking about it all day

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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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Semi-short DPxDC prompt

Danny has changed since the accident. Not just with his new powers and tougher extracurriculars, though those are cool, but he's changed. He just knows it.

He has to put more effort into not jumping his highest, not running his fastest, not doing anything his best. He has to constantly remind himself to breathe and blink, to make sure his heart keeps beating.

He eventually gets it mostly under wraps around Amity, where people are used to the weird things with his family and him. Then he moves away for college, to Gotham Academy.

He doesn't have near as good of a grip on it as he thought, since he gets called out after the very first week of living in the city, but privately, on the roof of his apartment.

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First family dinner back in Ithaca

Penelope: Want some pork for dinner, Darling?

Odysseus (gagging): No, Beloved. I don't think I'll ever look at a pig the same way.

Telemachus: Ooh! Dad, how about some bee-

Odysseus (terrified): No! Don't even finish that suggestion! (Whispering) He'll hear you.

(Penelope and Telemachus look at one another with concern)

Penelope: Well, we also have some fish.

Odysseus: Perfect!

(Odysseus proceeds to stab it as violently as possible)

Telemachus:...Mom, was he like this before or...?

Penelope (swooning): No, but I'm into it.

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I also did this. Apollo’s forgot about the loophole.

My girl Cassandra deserved a better fate. Let her be one of the Ithacan sisters.

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Penelope during the Ithaca saga:

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There’s something to be said, that even after twenty years, Penelope looks out the window, sees a storm, and says, ah yes, that must be my darling husband, pissing off the gods.

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Odysseus: Penelope I am not the same person you fell in love with, I have done terrible things to get home. I understand if you can’t accept the monstrous things I have done-

Penelope: cool, could you please move this wedding bed

Odysseus: what, no!

Penelope: that’s my husband

Odysseus: Penelope I have killed so many

Penelope: I don’t give a shit

Odysseus: I sacrificed my crew-

Penelope: And I would’ve done the same

Odysseus: I am covered in the blood of the suitors

Penelope: and you look fantastic

Odysseus: I TORTURED A GOD ON HIS OWN WEAPON

Penelope: and that was incredibly sexy of you

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Odysseus is "There are other way"-ing Zeus This is to everyone in that comment section!

There is a part 2 now...

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Odysseus: *gently hands Athena baby Telemachus*

Athena: …you were PREGNANT AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME?!

Odysseus: what?- no-

Athena: DO YOU KNOW HOW DANGEROUS THAT IS?! I WAS TRAINING YOU!

Odysseus: no I wasn’t the one-

Athena: THAT POOR BOY WAS PROBABLY SO SQUISHED IN YOUR HELMET! LOOK AT HOW SMALL HE IS!!

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Now tell me he wouldn't do that

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LOOK WHAT YOU'VE TURNED ME INTO. LOOK WHAT WE'VE BECOME.

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Thinking about how Odysseus carved the wedding bed out of an olive tree, which means the bed is rooted in the ground.

Thinking about the line “You don’t think I know my own palace? I built it!”.

Thinking about the fact that Odysseus built his entire palace around that olive tree, his and Penelope’s wedding bed, a symbol of their love.

Odysseus’ world is literally built around his love for Penelope.

…..i’m not crying, i just have an odypen in my eye.

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Meeting with Constantine

Danny still felt terribly exhausted, even after the sessions with Sam, the walk with Ellie, and the heartfelt conversations with Jazz. The thought was spinning in his head that he should check on the others personally out of his Fright, and not just call. And if Tucker and Val still looked normal, then Wes, who got huge piles of documents from all the Infinite Realms, looked naturally dead.

However, standing in front of the Wayne Manor, his thoughts returned to why he had run away.

He absolutely did not want to remain in a vulnerable state with those whom he did not trust with his life. Or death. There was especially little trust in billionaires with creepy basements, alter egos, and adoption problems.

And if he understood anything about Bruce Wayne, he was too good at hitting all the points.

"Danny."

Uncle Alfred stood in the open doorway in front of him. And to Danny's surprise, under the man's attentive gaze, he didn't want to squirm, trying to hide. There was something strangely otherworldly about his uncle, but only the Ancients knew what was wrong with him.

"How about we go to the manor?"

"Of course."

Taking a step inside, out of habit, Danny relaxed his shoulders, straightened his posture, and took smooth steps. How amazing that etiquette at court was needed in the Life Sphere. The body followed established habits — not to appear intimidating, but to carry itself with the dignity of a Prince. And if uncle noticed something, he didn't talk about it.

"Let's go to the living room," Alfred led him down the hallways.

Danny nodded and followed him. On the walls were familiar paintings of the Wayne family's ancestors, distant relatives, and the current family.

"…will everything be okay?" it was heard from behind the doors, which Alfred no doubt quickly opened.

Inside, Danny noticed half of the Wayne children. Tim was sitting on the couch, typing on his phone, Damian was petting Titus, and Jason was reading a book. Behind them, Dick was leaning against the back of the furniture, ruffling the youngest's hair.

Turning his head back to the hallway, he noticed Cas and Duke walking. She made a sign to him, saying hello, and he nodded, and they entered the room, sitting down on an empty seat on the couch or just plopping down on the fluffy carpet.

"Hi, Danny!" Dick said, taking a couple of steps towards him and holding out his hand.

All eyes were already on him. Too obvious in their exploration. Danny didn't flinch, returned an embarrassed smile and shook hands.

"Hi, Dick."

He followed him inside the living room and sat on an empty chair opposite the entrance. Alfred was no longer there. His disappearance without a trace would have given any ghost a head start.

"How are you feeling?" Dick continued while the others, especially Tim and Jason, sat quietly. "We were worried about…"

"I'm all right."

Danny wasn't in the mood to think about his condition again when he still felt like shit. And he had no idea how ordinary people, weak dead souls, could resist this. How the Prince of Gotham is still sane. The guy will have to go through hundreds of hours of therapy to recover a little.

"It's worth checking again."

Bruce entered the living room with his usual stuffy face. Danny wanted to roll his eyes at his words. It wasn't worth telling the Ghost Prince that.

However, he was interrupted by a feeling of tight compression. Red rings appeared all around him, as if to hold him back. Now Danny noticed that another man had entered the room.

Is it a man with that smell?

There was a damn Frankenstein standing in the doorway, the sight of which made you want to puke. Danny's impassive face, carved by hundreds of meetings, still trembled. If he remembered correctly, he was…

"Bruce!" Dick shouted, noticing the red bonds. His gaze conveyed supreme condemnation.

"B, what the hell…" Jason also blurted out, he was already ready to hit him, or maybe shoot him, seeing how his hand was clenching under the side of his jeans.

"Bruce, what the hell have you gotten yourself into?" the man took a bottle out of his coat pocket and took a couple of sips under the disapproving gaze of the adults. Now Danny noticed that Alfred had returned, pushing a cart with tea and snacks. His presence stopped all the children, forcing them to sit back down.

Bruce sat down in a chair near the entrance, expertly ignoring the stares of the children and the butler.

"Mr. Constantine, I would ask you to remove whatever it is on my nephew," his uncle got a similar look of condemnation, but more intense and sharp, because the man in the coat shivered. "Master Bruce, I think we've agreed on a casual conversation. - he said with emphasis on the last words.

There was a snort from the couch.

"I knew there was something wrong with this old man…" it was said in a shocked whisper before the man in the coat cleared his throat and glanced at Danny. "I do not know what it is, but if it is connected with Infinite Realms, then…"

Click.

Frankenstein's elongated face is the funniest thing about this evening so far. With a click, the red rings evaporated, and Danny accepted a cup of tea from his uncle with a nod of thanks. There was already a plate of sandwich in front of him.

He might be a creature of Infinite Realms, but he's a half a ghost, not a demon. And his thoughts returned to the man in the coat. It's too obvious a soul form to confuse with someone else. Which made his presence still inexplicable.

"So he is…" Danny was embarrassingly trying to ask about the man in the coat. He didn't want to mess with someone from the Hell's side.

"This is John Constantine," Bruce finally began to introduce his new guest. "An Expert of infinite Realms."

In the silence of his mind, Danny stared blankly at Bruce, taking in the words. And the man in the coat even changed in aura, as if trying to match… the given title? Was it a joke?

"Are you seriously ordering a Soul Prostitute from Hell and calling him an Expert of infinite Realms?" Saying that out loud made Danny feel insulted. Human stupidity knew no bounds. "Rent a room and arrange an evening of role-playing games there."

The silence of the room exploded with laughter.