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Ok the Jason adopts de-aged Danny (possibly also deaged Ellie and Dan)

But, what if he adopts them pre-identity reveal? Like now he’s got to plan/enact his revenge on Batman and take care of his kid(s).

Red Hood was tired, no exhausted. It had been a long long night, he had another confrontation with the Bat and this time the asshole had brought along Nightwing, his precious new Robin no where to be seen. Which had been in his favor, if the cuckoo had shown up he didn’t know if he would have been able to stop himself from shooting all of them and ruining all his plans. Batman pissed him off enough, but all three of them? His fury would have known no bounds.

The fight had been a draw, he managed to get them out of the alley without being caught and subsequently destroying everything he had built and worked for so far. He had to made a pit stop at one of his safe houses to patch himself up, his injuries weren’t to bad, he didn’t need many stitches nor did he have any broken bones. Jason had wanted to stay at the safe house, sleep dragging at him. But he had somewhere to be, someone to take care of, he couldn’t leave them alone all night.

So he dressed himself in civies and left the safe house, sticking to the shadows, being careful to avoid being spotted. Irritation was still bubbling beneath his skin, threatening to spill over as he climbed the stairs to an apartment he knew well and unlocked the door.

“ DAD “ a shout shouted and his anger immediately evaporated. He smiled and crouched as a small body came flying at him and leaped into his arms, he held him tight and struggled to his feet when he refused to let go, carrying his kid into the living room after paying the babysitter.

Jason had not planned on taking in a kid, but when he had found the small boy hardly older than six trying to steal the tires off his bike and spitting with fury when he was caught, well… he hated to admit it but one of Bruce’s tendencies had rubbed off on him.

He would do anything for Danny, the boy had wiggled his way into his heart that hadn’t felt anything but rage in years and helped him feel love and happiness again. No one would ever hurt his son, not on his watch. He would both get his revenge on Batman and be a better father than he ever could.

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DC + DP

Danny helped people. That was what he did. He protected others. That was his job. he ignored the little voice in his head that dreamed of visiting the stars. He did his job well. But it never ended.

"Help us," people screamed at him after they'd shot at him, and he did. They never said thank you. Not one. He helped them nonetheless.

"Help us," the ancients asked him after ignoring his place on the throne for years. After they pretended he wasn't worthy because he was still alive. (at least part of him was.)

"Help us," his friends asked as they applied to colleges. Colleges he'd dreamed of attending, colleges they promised they'd go to together. But he stayed behind, because people needed him.

"help us,' the newly dead begged, uncertain and lost. Just like him, unguided and stuck, wanting to move on. They did, moving forward. Danny remained behind tethered and lost.

"Help us," the GIW begged when the ghosts tried to declare war. Danny did, saving those who cut him open. There was peace once again. Still no one thanked him

"Help us," and Danny did. He helped. he didn't protect, he'd solved all their problems. Now he sheltered them, the little boy who dreamed of the stars stopped dreaming. Some days he'd dream. Not often.

Today was one of the few days, Danny was sitting watching, space was silent, Danny liked that. He was alone with the stars, the stars he'd reached but could never be his. Like something just out of reach on a shelf. Right there, your fingers brushing it but never close enough for you to grab it.

Danny wasn't held back by gravity but by people. By a job he never signed up for. A job he wished he could quit. Couldn't he though? wasn't it just a matter of saying no?

His thoughts were halted by the jerk of a summons. I'll say no this time, he decides. He arrives and waits there's a silence. And suddenly someone bows, others follow suit.

To him. The Ghost Boy. The fake king. The Halfa, a freak of nature. The boy who'd dreamed of the stars.

"High king phantom of the infinite realms," they began. And Danny stares. High King, he'd never been called that before, never with such respect. So he stares, at the man who looks like a wind could blow him over. With a name from the pits of hell and the magic to match it.

"Hellblazer," he whispers the name of rumors. The man startles surprised at being recognized. Danny studies them, he's waiting for them to say it. Demand it as every other has.

"We'd like to negotiate a deal," The hellblazer speaks with such confidence and Danny freezes. This isn't how it goes. This isn't how it works. People don't make deals deals, bargains, agreements, with Danny. They simply make demands of him.

"What do you want?" he asks already bored, waiting for the ridiculous request.

"Well we've tried everything," this time it's a man dressed in complete black who speaks, with a horned cowl, "But we can't defeat them so we were wondering if you could help?" he asks gruffly.

"Who?" he asks quietly.

"Darkside," the name is unfamiliar to Danny but the way the Hellblazer says it. "In return we're willing to offer a soul, or anything else you desire."

Danny stared at them in shock. A deal. They offered a deal, offering a soul for him to defeat a villain they'd tried to defeat,]. They were scared, terrified even. They ddin't tell him to help them. Didn't demand it. He didn't need a soul though.

He didn't need anything, but for once he didn't want to say no. ahe wanted something though. "A home," he speaks first, "A place to stay in this dimension," he specifies just incase.

"Thank you," the Hellblazer breaths, then holds out his hand. "Deal," he offers looking tired and relieved but a bit worried. Danny smiles wearily.

"Deal," he breathes, and magic fills the room, an oath, a binding one. "Guess I'll deal with your problem now?"

"I guess?" the hellblazer smiles and Danny leaves.

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John doesn't know what to say, doesn't know what to do, the king is powerful, it hangs around him, heavy and soft. When he said deal though the room broke. The magic latched onto his and John didn't know what to say. It was gentle, powerful, and terrifying.

He left without a word, simply vanishing, but he was doing what he'd said, and now it was there turn. Guess he was going house shopping? "We need to fulfill our end of the-" he begans only to be interrupted.

"Done," Batman stares out the window in frustration. "It's by Fawcet so we have one hero constantly monitoring them."

"Why you don't trust him?" John asks sarcastically but the bat nods utterly deadpan..

"Besides they have the most heroes besides gotham," he says easily, "Gotham is cursed, and metropolis has too big a population to be risked."

The rest of the league doesn't argue with his logic the they look amused. "Let's just watch the fight," he grumbles seeing their expresions.

they do so without complaint and the fight is.... horrifying. the king is hardly trying, and Darkside is already down. The king stares him down with those toxic green eyes of his and smiles.

when he starts talking though is when John's blood runs cold. his voice is like ice, nothing like the whispery tone he'd taken with them, it's cruel and dark and angry.

"Help you?" he laughs, "why should I?" the king laughs. "I help people, when they ask nicely, I help people who say please and thank you," he scoffs. "Most don't."

There's a crunching of bones that makes John almost hurl. Or he would if he hadn't forgotten to eat lunch again. "Besides you should know already, I don't like killers, so have fun!" they grin as they wave and suddenly darkside is gone, all that is left is destruction. "

"Hello," the king greets them calmly and John shudders at the sight of him.

"We found a home," John says with as much confidence as he can. "Here's the address," the king smiles, it's surprisingly human.

"Thank you!" the king smiles at him as he passed and John remembers his comment about manners.

"You're welcome," he stutters as the king leaves again.

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Danny stares at the house with wide eyes, it's large, warm and homey, in a rundown part of the city so he's less likely to be bothered. He smiles softly, until he remembers the fight.

Danny had lost his temper, but the way he said it. "Help me," an order, like he actually expected Danny to listen. Like he expected Danny to just obey. Danny was sick of that, he wanted to live. Wasn't that okay?

He didn't need to obey others, he wore a crown, a mockery of one but it's power was the same even if the title was mocking. He ruled the realms, every detizen had to obey him. He didn't use the power but still... he had the power.

Still he went overboard, he'd thrown him to the realms to be treating, certain that Frostbite would help. He finds a kept on the door, magic practically coating it, metallic and recognizable.

He smiles softly, the hellblazer wasn't who demons painted him out to be.

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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 libary.

Jazz: I do work in a libary. I just also happen to be a highly train ghost hunter and humans are far easier to hurt then ghosts.

Jason smiling: Oh? How so?

Jazz: For one thing, humans don't usually notice when I disarm them. *Holding up Jason 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: Im going to bring thay girl home to Alfred.

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Dc x Dp story prompt pt. 2

The same vein as my other post here

But what if Damian and Danny was the same age, I really love that trope too, that they’re basically twins how close in age they are, maybe just a few days, MAX a week or so.

When Damian comes back to the family, Bruce gets a whole new kind of paranoid again. He kinda stopped the whole sleeping around phase when he got the kids, since Dick (wanting to kill people) kinda took up a lot of his free time. And after that the kids just kept coming so he didn’t really get into it again.

But then Damian came into it, and he was like “wait, have I checked the DNA database the last few years??” And goes down into the cave to do a country wide DNA analysis on DNA on file, both in police/hospitals and the whole nine yards. (Cause he’s extra like that)

And then he find that in just about the same time he was SA’ed by Talia, he got really drunk at a science charity event in Amity Park, maybe to get rid of his stress of it all, and because Bruce would rather die than cope with his problems in a healthy way, and released some energy by being with the Fenton couple, who seemed sane enough (at the time).

The Fenton’s knew that Danny was Wayne’s but then decided that they kinda just wanted him themselves, and then got really into GiW and ghost hunting, and then kinda forgot to tell Wayne.

So now Bruce has to juggle with the fact that Talia hid away Damian, and the Fentons fucking forgot to tell him that they have his son.

He goes to Amity Park to find his son, who’s basically in the same situation as Tim, barely acknowledged by his parents and left to his own devices with his sister.

Bruce being Bruce goes, welp, might as well get custody of them both. Legally he should be able to when Danny confesses to the illegal machines in the basement that killed him. So the couple is deemed unfit to care for the two, then minors.

Problem is:

Danny and Jazz doesn’t really want to leave Amity Park.

Solution:

Buy a second mansion in Amity Park and make that the home they move into, with servants vetted by the Waynes, and security on par with the White House.

They can live there until they finish school, and they’re free to choose what happens after that, go to Gotham and be with the family, maybe Gotham university, or anything else.

Bruce is just happy that they’re not in the cape business like the rest of his kids…

Danny doesn’t know Bruce is Batman, so he has to be extra careful to not expose himself as a hero to them, and also not drag them into the ghost realm and ghost fighting. And also, wtf is wrong with the ectoplasm in the Jason kid?? (He a ghost too??)

But he also really likes the idea of an actually caring family, I mean, Bruce went out of his way to not uproot his life and makes sure they can choose whatever future they want, even if that doesn’t include him. Hell he even took Jazz in, who isn’t even his kid.

His new siblings seem fun, caring and like they actually care, making an effort to help him understand that being neglected by his parents isn’t his fault. Tim and him finding comradeship in both of their experiences with it. Dick is just overly protective and seems like he’s trying to genuinely get to know him. Making sure not to pressure the two new siblings too much, but also organizing siblings bonding time.

Bruce of course doesn’t know yet that Danny is a vigilante, so he has to juggle wanting to learn about these new kids, as well as hide them away from his Brucie persona, so they can live normal lives.

He’ll just ignore the way Constantine is brushing things off his shoulders every time they’re in the watchtower together, mumbling something about a ‘dark energy’ clinging to him. But he always says weird shit.

So what happens when a giant ghost fight occurs in Amity, Bruce is notified and comes to rescue his kid in full Batman gear, Danny is gone and Jazz won’t tell him where he is, cause why the fuck does Batman care.

Danny is just confused why the entire Justice league is suddenly in Amity, and why the fuck The Batman™️ is running around looking for his human form.

Identity crisis at its finest.

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Part 6

Danny hates it here. There's pollution from almost everything that creates pollution blocking out the sky at all times, the buildings that aren't condemned are only feeding the rich while stealing from the poor, an entire twenty-four block are has been given up on by mostly everyone, the local vigilantes won't kill the recurring problems like the cockroaches they are, and it's so overly gloomy that you'd think no one could ever be happy here.

He's said it all before, and he will plant his unmarked grave on this hill.

The words Jason had used to describe the burger place he'd (he asked his pronouns on the way into town via car stolen from Bruce Wayne) taken him to was exactly how he described it. The building was straight outta the early 80's, heath code violations and all, the parking lot gave off Denny's vibes, and the uniforms were literally Halloween costumes.

Also, 'Bat Burger'? What a stupid name.

"Don't diss the Bat Burger," Jason scolded out of nowhere, "It's the best worst burger in the country."

"How the hell did you know what I was thinking?" Danny demanded.

"It's a Gothamite thing."

Danny looked at his food. "Uh huh." There must be something in the food.

"C'mon, kid," Jason pushed the newly arrived tray of two Bat Burgers with Jokerized fries and large drinks, "Eat up!"

Danny looked down at the food that'd been pushed to him. It didn't look like it'd been tampered with, but it rarely does. Well, other than the fries. The salt on those things were purple and green, making look like they'd covered the potato strips in ugly glitter.

Jason grabbed one of the fries from Danny's box, ripping off a piece of lettuce from his burger, too, and ate them quickly. "It's not gonna hurt you, kid. Eat up."

He was still skeptical, but he can appreciate him showing him the food's okay. He picked up the burger and took a bite.

It tasted somehow both worse and better than a McDonald's cheese burger with nothing on it.

"How the hell did they manage that?" Jason laughed at him. "I'm serious! How have they managed to make it taste like that!"

It took a few minutes before Jason's laughter died down. When he finally calmed himself, whipping a tear from his eye, he motioned to the fries. "You gotta try those next."

Danny glared at him as he picked up and ate one of the fries. After a moment he said, "That is one of the best fries I've ever had, and I've had Nasty Burger food."

Chuckling, Jason asked, "What kind of name is 'Nasty Burger'?"

"It's only the best burger place in the whole Midwest!"

"The name says otherwise,"

Danny shrugged, eating a few more fries. "It used to be called 'Tasty Burger', but someone painted over the 'T' and no one though to fix it, so,"

Jason picked up his burger. "That's fair."

They finished their lunch with sporadic conversation shared between them. Comparing burger places, joking about their lives after dying, even throwing in mentions of what powers they did or didn't gain after coming back.

"Anger issues?" Danny scoffed, "Loser."

"Watch it, ghost boy," Jason smirked, "I got some magic swords, too."

Danny raised an eyebrow. "So? I have the icy winds of the underworld at my disposal."

"That isn't just normal ice?"

"Nope. Normal ice can melt and be melted by an outside source. My ice instills the fear of death in people as it slowly creeps up on them, freezing them to death from the inside out."

The building grew cold suddenly, making both Danny's and Jason's breath visible. Ice crept up the window panes, frosting them over and blocking their sight.

"Neat trick," Jason whistled, sitting up straighter. "Please tell me this is your doing."

Danny shook his head. "My ice has green in it. Like mint."

They both tried to stand, spurred into action. However, they found themselves frozen to their seats. Everyone else in the building having been frozen completely, though Danny could tell they were all still alive. For however long, he wasn't entirely sure. Optimistically, they had ninety minutes. But something told Danny they'd have barely twenty.

"What an interesting power you have," Mr. Freeze said was he walked from behind the counter. The Riddler was with him. "Mind if I borrow it for a while?"

Danny looked at Jason, panicking a bit. How could he have let his guard down?! Then, without feeling the cold that could never compare to the temperatures of the Far Frozen at it's warmest, his world went blue.

Part 8

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Grave by the Barn

Jason knows that it's useless to try and hide his occasional smoking habit from Alfred, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to try anyway. This time he finds himself standing behind Damian's barn while lighting up a cigarette. 

That is when, out of the corner of his eye, Jason sees it. A pile of smooth, painted rocks and right in the center is the biggest rock; the name Danyal is painted on it. He doesn't remember any of Damian's animals being named that. 

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guiding star (dcxdp prompt)

(pardon my spelling. turned 18 today so I'm slightly tipsy-)

this is inspired by Rosendale - Sirensong (Lyric Video) so if ya can, play the song while reading this :3)

Tim had been seeing somebody.

not for a long time, just a couple times here and there to get away from things.

he had met Danny a couple of month or so ago.

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tim was just siting on the pier procrastinating after a hard mission when he saw it.

a beautiful creature with white almost.. wait no that's definitely glowing, white hair

with scales the shimmered in the water and the brightest emerald green eyes that seemed to be filled with almost wonder and a little bit of worry.

after a bit of talking and Tim having deemed Danny safe, they starting hanging out more.

one day Danny, after Tim had confessed that he was to stressed to even think strait, managed to convince Tim to allow him to take him around the water for a little and with hesitation he allowed himself to sink into the merman's arms.

he said "hush, ill be your guiding star, "

"ill keep you safe and warm."

"wha-"

"hush. follow my siren song, ill lead you through this storm. "

after that swim and Danny had deposited Tim back on land, Tim had thanked Danny and said he'd meet again soon. after all, Tim was a detective and, now, that he can finally think, he has a case to solve.

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a couple days later they meet again this time tim jumped right into the water, turned to give danny a hug and thanked him again.

then he asked him.

"can i kiss you?"

"i- why didn't you ask sooner?"

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ever since then Tim went to Danny whenever he felt lost. both mentally and physically, one day on his way to meet Danny he had gotten distracted and a cult managed to nab him and he was nocked out.

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the black-haired CEO groggily came to slowly, but didn't seem to wake up fast anough.

one of the cultist's had already taken some of his blood and where already starting the ritual but because Tim was so out of it, he didn't notice that there was already a robin on scene.

so he did what Danny told him to do when in danger and needing help.

he started the singing like chant.

and so he said "hush, ill be your guiding star,"

and like a siren, he responded.

"ill keep you safe and warm."

it started off sounding lovely. then it turned into a threat for who ever hurt his beloved.

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done! boom. second ship related thing I've ever made and i did it while slightly tipsy-

I REFUSE TO LET THIS END BADLY.

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Even more Chapters that Never Came to Be

TIM DRAKE KIDNAPPED! NO ONE YET TO BLAME!

That was not what Danny expected to read when he unlocked his phone. Of course, it was the weekend and Danny was away for a few days doing some renovations for one of the houses Ida gave him, and of course, someone had to get kidnapped while he was gone.

He shot up and called Bruce.

Bruce picked up immediately and said, “It happened before I got home. I-I got the distress beacon but it was discarded before I could track him. Usually, he's good about escaping anything serious, but he never discards his beacon.” His voice was shaking, and Danny could feel the raw anxiety filling his voice. “I looked at the cameras in the area, but they were disconnected.”

“Was there a ransom message yet?” Danny asked.

“Not publicly,” Bruce admitted, “but I received a video a few minutes ago. They threatened to- He-He looked rough, like-” Bruce stopped speaking, only muttering out, “Oh God. Not another one.”

“Okay, I'm calling Dick to get you through this,” Danny said immediately and calmly.

“No-” Bruce tried to argue.

“You're not focused, not in your right mind,” Danny argued back, “It's too personal for most of you, so Dick needs to know.”

Shocked by Danny's sudden bold demeanor, Bruce fell silent.

“I'm calling Dick,” Danny continued, “I'm going to tell him, if he hasn't found out already. Let me handle it.”

Bruce sighed, or more accurately quivered with fear, but let Danny go.

Regret was immediate once Danny hung up. What was he thinking, taking charge immediately? Who does he think he is?

It was too late now, but he felt stupid for taking over.

He pulled up Dick's number and called.

The older man picked up immediately. “I'm on my way. What do you want?”

“Get to Bruce,” Danny insisted, ignoring the comment Dick made, “He's having a mental breakdown.”

“But Tim-”

“Won't be any better off. We don't know anything yet,” Danny insisted.

Dick fell silent. “Okay. Let me know if you need help.”

Dick hung up, letting Danny pull out his laptop and began his research.

He first got into Bruce's email, the one with the video the hostages sent to Bruce.

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The king needs a babysitter

Long after defeating Pariah, Danny realises something. He’s been getting stronger. It’s become harder to control his powers. God, it’s even harder to stay in one form, always flickering.

The truth? After putting Pariah Dark back in his box, he started to siphon his powers. He’s not the ghost king, Pariah is. Not by power or blood but by name. It’s an empty title.

So now the ancients feel comfortable letting him free, and wouldn’t you know it, they need someone to watch him. A babysitter to keep him from going evil again.

Sure you can have a little power back, if you do your paperwork. Of course you can have some power back to fight these little shits trying to destroy the veil, but you can’t keep it.

It’s so fun for him. Danny that is.

Except now Pariah’s been summoned for the first time in years, since the news that he’s out and about got released.

—

“I must apologise, I am not allowed to use my power without my… advisors permission.” he says calmly, folding his hands in front him. Pariah can see the way the heroes shift, the summoners anger boils but does not flow. What a pity.

“What kind of king needs a babysitter?” One of them asks so rudely. He can partially anger getting closer. Get angry. Get angry so I can justify killling you.

“The kind that likes to causes the extinction of entire species for fun.” Ah. There he is. In all his horrifying(to mortals) glory. “Hi, yes, Pariah? I must thank you for your patience. When we get home you can have an hour of partial power.”

Yes. Having an advisor is worth it.

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Mountain Troll- DCxDP prompt

It was summer and this meant the most obnoxious thrill seekers were climbing Mt.Everest again. Except during the winter something had set itself up there.

No one was able to find a usable pass up the mountain and anyone who tried would find themselves turned around and back at the base.

The mysterious force ended up being a cause to investigate and no one could make it up there on two legs. Instead, it was Superman who took the short flight up there.

The air was thin on top of the mountain. An inhospitable place for all life. People came here to say that they were on top of the world. A notion that was lost on Clark, but he probably had no right to say that with abilities like his.

At the peak of the Everest he saw a creature—a boy—something at least.

He had pale blue-green skin and frost white hair. He was focused on his task of breathing puffs of frost around him, covering the landscape with snow.

When Clark landed in the fresh piles of snow the creature's bright green eyes snapped in his direction.

"Hey, stop that! I just cleaned that area!" He snapped "And get off my mountain!"

"Uh, sorry?" Clark said reflexively as he floated instead of touching the snow. "This is your mountain?"

The creature huffed and went back to to freezing everything in sight.

"Well, no one was living here and it's not like humans can live here."

"That's true but people like to use it?"

The creature shrugged.

"For what? To die on? This place is filthy. Covered in trash, corpses, and human waste. Just look at the empty oxygen tanks. And look at what they've done to the peak. The messy footprints are an eyesore."

Those were all fair points. It would cut done on casualties if people couldn't climb the mountain.

"But there are those who come here for research. They need access to the mountain." Clark reported.

The creature's sharp ears wiggled or maybe flicked in annoyance at the comment.

"They have the base of the mountain for that. But there is nothing up here they need." He said.

Clark surmised that this was the best he was going to get out of the being. He had already formed his assumption on the situation. This was a nature spirit or a yeti. I mean stranger things exist and if there was anything with a vested interest in keep people off their territory that would be it.

"Why are you up here?" He asked.

"I dunno, it felt comfortable up here. It was also a mess so I started cleaning it up. Look if you are up here help out and move these bodies. You can't bury them up here so you need to take them to the base. I need to rebuild the peak." The yeti ordered.

Clark obeyed the bossy kid without much thought. He was sure he was some sort of force of nature. Other than himself few people could survive in the harsh conditions as maybe the kid was an alien.

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Danny needed a new haunt. One that really fit him.

Naturally, he wanted somewhere where he could see the stars. The one place that felt right was the highest point on earth, where he was closest to space. It was nice and cold—perfect for his frost core. The only problem with his new haunt was the people. He hated tourists. They only come to the peak to take a goddam selfie and leave their litter everywhere. Not to mention the dead bodies piled up. No, Danny didn't need that. The ghosts on the mountain were another thing.

Regardless Danny kept them away while he repaired the damage on the mountain and destroying the travel routes.

He really didn't care about Spandex other there as long as he didn't bother him.

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WIP WEDNESDAY

Tim died, and Death received him in black.

Not the inky black of velvet, nor the warm hush of midnight. No, this was the absolute stillness of shadow made solid—black Ice that bled frostbite and silence, stretching endlessly in every direction. Cold air clung to his skin like regret. When Tim opened his eyes, the first thing he felt wasn’t pain.

It was absence.

He lay on a frozen floor, the ground slick with frost, his breath fogging faintly before him. His body ached—not with injury, but with memory. Every weight he’d carried in life seemed to have followed him here, pressing down on his chest like unfinished words.

The chamber around him was cathedral-like in height, carved entirely from obsidian and black Ice. Pale blue light shimmered from high crevices, casting no warmth. Sitting directly ahead of him, raised on a jagged throne of polished darkness, was a figure cloaked in shadow and power.

A crown of blue fire flickered atop his head, casting dancing light across his inhuman form. His face was obscured, save for two glowing green eyes—luminescent, ancient, and quietly watchful.

"You died," the figure declared, voice echoing like thunder in snow. It held no malice. No judgment. Just a terrible, cosmic certainty. "But you are lucky. The spirit of Gotham has intervened on your behalf. You are granted a choice."

Tim blinked, lips chapped, arms wrapped around himself. The cold didn't bother him as much as the clarity of the moment.

"You may return to your city—not to your body, but to become one of its spirits. You’ll keep your memories, defend your family, and haunt the place you bled for."

A beat. Those glowing eyes never left him.

"Or," the king continued, "you may pass into the next life. The true afterlife. Your memories will fade, but so too will your burdens. You will know peace."

The fire crackled as the final offer fell into the void.

"Or you may become one of my denizens—creatures of shadow and liminal space. You will forget your name and past, but walk again among the living in other forms."

Tim didn’t move.

Silence stretched, hollow and endless. Then, after what felt like an eternity, he exhaled—a sound too tired to be a sigh.

"...Can I choose neither?"

The king tilted his head, flame crown flickering.

"What do you mean?"

Tim stared down at his hands, pale and ghostlike. His voice cracked.

"I just... I don't want any of it. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want to go forward. I don’t want to become something else." He swallowed. "I just want to fade away."

The figure on the throne blinked.

"...What?" The word was startled. Off-balance. "Why? No one has ever asked that. Not even the damned."

Tim lifted his gaze, eyes glassy.

"Because I’m tired. I spent my whole life—every day—trying to be someone for someone else. A replacement. A soldier. A detective. A good son. A good friend. A perfect something."

His breathing hitched. He clutched at his ribs, where the ache of loss lived like a parasite.

"I tried so hard to be kind. To be useful. To be... seen. And in the end, none of it mattered. I died, and no one noticed. No one called. I was always someone’s backup plan. Someone's second."

Tears slipped down his cheeks, warm in the icy stillness.

"I don’t want to come back. I don’t want to be another version of someone else. I just want to stop existing. I want to be forgotten."

And then the sobs began.

Not the tight, controlled kind he’d always allowed himself—no, these were broken, animal cries. Grief carved him open from the inside out. All the words he’d never said, all the pain he’d swallowed, came spilling out in gasping breaths and muffled wails.

He crumbled to his knees.

And the King of the Dead—this ancient, terrifying thing crowned in flame—stood swiftly, the fire dimming slightly as he descended from his throne.

He moved with the care of someone used to being feared—and now trying not to be.

He knelt beside Tim, and without a word, wrapped his arms around him.

Not like a monarch. Not like a god.

Like someone who had once cried the same way.

The cloak enveloped him, and for the first time in years—alive or dead—Tim didn’t flinch from a touch. He didn’t pull away from warmth. He clung. Clung to this stranger in fire and Ice like a drowning man clings to the shore.

And the King held him as Tim shattered. As he sobbed out the loneliness that had slowly killed him. As he wept for all the versions of himself that had never been enough.

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Everyone loves Danny. He’s the sunshine boy. The one person in Gotham that doesn’t get beat down.

So when a weird billionaire came to town claiming to know him people got suspicious. He talked as if Danny was an object he could buy.

What really changed things was the face Danny made when he saw him. He looked scared.

Danny never looked scared. He stared villains in the eyes with a smile. But now as he watched that man place a hand on his shoulder he looked like he might puke.

Everyone loves Danny. And Gotham protects those it loves.

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DP X DC prompt, Damian and danny switch bodies except Danny's parents are either the weirdest or not the best.

Ok wo What if Danny and Damian switch bodies for some reason whether its a soulmate AU or a Demon Twins AU and that's what happens or if its a ghost accident they switch bodies at times and come back to their own, Now for Danny he is good at reading people so when he acts as damian everytime he switches he is silent until he gets a feel for how he is supposed to act, he accidentally learns the bats Identity and hides it.

Now Damian switching can go 2 ways, a crackfic or a angst fic It could either be where Danny's parents are the best parents in the world just odd like how everyone avoids them on the roads and how they somehow avoid taxes and the IRS avoids them and they love their kids but both of them are also odd.

OR it could be where his parents are mostly neglective at best and abusive at worst. Like where his parent's focus only on ghosts and their work while Danny's a ghost so them having him clean the lab is dangerous and harms him, the weapons always attack him and his parents do nothing, not to mention the food. heck it could even be at a visit with vlad where they switch

Either way Damian is confused and when they first switch he observes making his friends and family confused (And deoending on the parents) them to confused. He then learns about Danny;s half-dead status without knowing he is half dead just thinks he is a meta so he starts conversing in a notebook.

Basically Damian gets very concerned at either Danny's hoem life, Vlad, or even the half dead status and he begins to investigate.

Just an idea i'm thinking about writing, any suggestions would be greatly appreciated!

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Okay but what if Little Baby Man Danny has really shit eyesight and everything is tinted in Ectoplasm Green and when he (bc it's a DCxDP ofc) arrives at Wayne Manor and sees a tall, lean-built, man in black-n-white clothing and white hair, Danny, in all his tiny brained might, fully believes that a weird older version of his phantom self just happens to live with the waynes.

Like, I know it'd be a stretch but just imagine!

Danny is...waiting. Patiently. He wants food but Tall-Weird-Phantom won't give it to him, even though he asked really really nicely (All Alfred saw were two big eyes sparkling up at him). So now he sits ontop his fruit bed staring down the other-him as the Not-Not-Phantom chops something brown and fuzzy into neat bright green slices. Danny drools.

When Danny had first arrived, squirming and chirping under the Tasty-man's brown, heavy jacket, he had wanted nothing more than to find a cold, dark, corner and hide forever and ever! Then a lyrical-like voice spoke and Danny could see see see and what he did see froze him solid. There, in the middle of the huge (huge) room full with shinies and patterns, stood a man wearing a full-body black suit. Squinting, Danny could tell the man had white hands, a splash of white on his chest, and though he had no white feet there was definitely white hair on his head...is. Is that. No, no no no there way no way this man was and older him. Not possible!

....but.

If Danny were older, he'd might want to change up his appearance. Just a bit. And sure this guy's hair is a little flatter, a little neater, a litte oddly shaped in his blurry vision. However, even if he were living in a place as fancy as this, he would never–

OH.

OH NO.

Did Vlad succeed!? Is this an older him that got stuck under that fruitloop's thumb!? Danny has to help him, there's simply no choice. Determination sealed and no plan set, Danny tilts and bobs his head, gauging the distance and wiggling around to get the right grip. The arms around him seem to tighten minutely with would've been met with more squirming previously but were now juuuust right to– Danny leaps.

The background chatter of the two men breaks off with Tasty-man trying to catch him with a yelp but Danny is faster than his long arms. The Possibly-Older-Danny seems to already know what Danny was planning, his arms outstretched perfectly for Danny's little front legs to latch onto his forearms while the spindly black tail curls up in the man's hands.

This close, he can see that the guy has a mustache. Weird. Danny flexes his paws a little, careful to not shred the oddly-soft clothing beneath him, and let's out a little trill, ear perked for a response. He has to really listen but there, a quiet soft chirp back and the faint smell of lemons and bleach.

The Maybe-Him pulls him in close, tucking his gently but firmly into the–oh–buttoned vest he wears. Danny's ears droop a little, and his eyes feel cold. What did Vlad do to him, for his core to be so muffled?

Light touches drag their way from the top of his head fluff down to his haunches(?). Yeah, Danny is going to do whatever he can to protect his maybe older self.

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Over 9000 as Hiccup and Astrid

Danny was Hiccup and Kon was Astrid

The funny thing was that Danny didn’t remember during the portal. He didn’t remember his old life during some battle or even during his coronation. No, instead, he remembered his life as Hiccup Haddock the Third when he found Toothless.

(Toothless as a ghost was much different than Toothless as a dragon, but they were similar. Toothless came out to fight him, but the minute they locked eyes, they knew each other.)

(Phantom became known for having a ghost dragon companion. One that was very territorial and wouldn’t hesitate to growl at Paulina or Dash when they tried to get close. )

Phantom went to the first few meetings with the justice league alone. He didn’t trust that Toothless wouldn’t freak out and start trying to eat Superman. It was only after the anti-ecto acts had been repealed and he had brokered a treaty with the justice league, that he brought to Toothless to meet the league.

It was going well until about halfway through. An alien invasion had started, and Phantom decided that he and Toothless could help. They mostly provided air support, which is why he noticed when one of the boys started falling from the sky.

Kon had been feeling off. He didn’t understand it, but something had itched in the back of his head ever since he saw that picture of Phantom. He didn’t understand why, but something about the guy felt important. It’s why he was so nervous about making a good impression.

He been on his way to the meeting when the battle started. Of course, he had joined into help, but these aliens apparently had something similar to kryptonite. That, or kryptonians had a new weakness, because one hit from a blast and Kon started plummeting from the sky.

Instead of landing in one of his friends, arms, we’re on top of the building, he instead landed on the back of something solid. Something almost living.

He looked up to see a boy riding in front of him. And for a minute, time flickered for a minute. The boy in front of him had brown hair, a skinny shrimpy body and a peg leg. Then time flickered again, and the boy in front of him white hair, a skinny but tall body, and both legs.

Danny wasn’t able to look at the person on the back until the fight ended. They were still in the mid air, but Danny felt safe enough to turn around. Time flickered, and for a moment the person behind him had long blonde hair and was dressed in leathers. Then he blinked, and the boy behind him had dark hair and was wearing a super suit.

Toothless was the only one to realize that hiccup and Astrid were both riding him again. However, it seemed his friend was still awkward as ever. He’d have to make sure his friend didn’t screw this up, especially since neither of them appeared to recognize their mate. 

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DC + DP

Danny had been working with the Justice League for the last few years. He liked working with the Bats the best. They were stunning really, powerless yet some of the most effective heroes out there. They moved like ghosts, and not his type of ghost.

But they were just allies, coworkers at most, they worked together occasionally, Danny would help out when he could. the bats would smile and vanish into the night. They were coworkers, so really why were they over reacting.

He needed a safe house, because his cover was blown. He'd left Amity in a rush, bleeding, and with more broken bones than he'd have wished. But he was fine.

except apparently the Bats disagreed. Batman himself was looking at him in horror, his mouth slightly agape. The collection of Birds looked smaller, all with slightly varying expressions.

"Hi," Danny says weakly looking over the city, they'd agreed to meet at an abandoned observatory, their general meeting place. "Sorry for the intrusion, but I need a place to stay.." he hoped they'd say yes. He couldn't reach out to the other league members, they wouldn't understand.

But the Bats might, they too had a reputation of being dangerous, and the general public didn't know how to feel about them. Maybe they'd understand, and if not it would be better than going to Superman or something.

"What happened to you?" His voice sounds so shocked and worried, practically dripping with concern. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," Danny waves his hand wincing, he's out of suit, wearing jeans and a tee shirt, blood drips through them, radioactive green, with some barely noticeable red specks. Is it just him or is the room really blurry?

"Sure," Red Hoods voice drips with sarcasm, "Lets get you to the med bay," Danny startles at that.

"Med bay?" he stammers "I hardly need medical attention?" he laughs and then coughs some blood up. "I just need a place, for a day, I promise I'll be gone by morning?" He hopes they say yes.

"Phantom you need professional medical attention," Robin scolds him.

"I really don't," He protests tensing at the idea of a hospital, "You're overreacting."

"Phantom, you look like your about to pass out?" Red Hood scoffs, at least Danny thinks he does it's rather hard to tell with the helmet.

"That's because I haven't slept in like forever" He rolls his eyes, "I just need rest honestly." He crosses his arms, ignoring the spinning lights..

Shit why is everything spinning, he thinks he hears someone shout "Phantom!" Really they're overreacting he thinks as it fades to black.

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I'm back? sorry, I'm a moron.