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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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Oh my stars.

Oh my stars.

Danny’s talking about Jazz and there are so many but also so few parallels between the two too and this hurts so bad. Beautiful writing. Chefs kiss. Danny Todd and Danny Fenton both loved the stars 😭

Maybe one day, Jason is injured and Danny is helping him as Gotham and Jason slips up and calls him his brother. Danny panics, thinking he’s been made as Tim Drake, but then Jason reveals Danny Todd. What does Danny do? Does he reveal that it was all a coincidence? Or does he lie and pretend to be Jason’s other brother too? At what point has he lied so much that it doesn’t matter how much he does anymore if it helps someone?

Danny Fenton is so damn sick of rich fruit loops. It’s worse now, since he’s one of them.

It’s not Vlad that he’s with, thank the Ancients, but Danny isn’t sure that this is better.

Because he’s Timothy Drake, a baby, and he’s been reincarnated after the Ancient of Reincarnation accidentally drank too much wine.

He’s going to kick their ass so hard when he gets back.

Danny huffs. He rolls over, ignoring the silent manor. Sure, he’s read the comics. Sure, he laughed and imagined being adopted by Batman- come on, Danny had black hair and blue eyes even back then, he was totally adoption bait- when his parents gave him reason to lose trust in their love. But that’s it, that’s all he thought it was. A day dream, a wish for a universe that didn’t exist.

Danny hadn’t understood the reality of the whole Infinite Realms thing, a place he was now the King of. Batman? Real. Danny? Reincarnated. Hotel? Trivago.

Like, this wasn’t what he meant, dammit.

And now he’s stuck as Timothy Drake, and Ancients, he was starting to see parallels.

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Danny tried photography. He really did. He wanted to at least stick to the source material. But that’s not who he is. Even with the shiny new brain that memorized, catalogued, and put together clues at the snap of his fingers, but Danny’s never been one to take photos. It’s a respectable art, for sure, but Danny preferred to live in the moment instead of capturing it to remember forever. It’s just-

He watched the Graysons fall. He watched Dick Grayson turn into Robin. And Danny can’t and won’t ever betray his Obsession like that, ever again. He can’t let Jason die for his “story” to begin. That’s not how Danny works.

He’s there to protect.

Danny hasn’t ever been just Tim. Danny was also Tim and the Ghost King without a haunt. But now? Gotham is his haunt. He, in lieu of an actual city spirit, is Gotham. He’s also a Drake. And Drakes were meant to hoard.

Batman and Robin? They are his.

He claimed them, as a Drake. But that claim is weak. So he claimed them as their city, and that is a claim that will never be able to be challenged.

Danny’ll be damned before he allows some lanky starved clown beat the life out of one of his Robins. So, for the first time in his nine years on this planet, Tim-Danny goes ghost and flies.

“Who- who. Are you?” Robin slurred from his place in Danny’s hold. He is broken, yes. But not dead. Danny infuses some of his vitality, his ecto, into Jason’s injuries to help them heal.

“Gotham.” Danny replied, layering his ghostly voice with those of the city.

“Goth’m?”

“Gotham. Sleep, little bird. Your city has got you.”

When Robin, Jason, settled with a sense of trust that tugs at Danny’s core, Danny carried him to Batman, whose eyes were wild and manic. He glared menacingly at the green and white ghost in front of him, who was holding his broken and beaten son-

Well, it’d be menacing if Danny hadn’t watched him eat bricks and mortar, crashing into a building while using his grappling gun.

“You-”

“I am Gotham.” Danny cut him off. Despite his wary nature and natural paranoia, Batman settled at his city’s gaze rested on him. Danny knew that Batman recognized his city. Batman’s head bowed, but his eyes stayed on Robin. “You were supposed to take care of Robin.”

“I- I know.” And that voice was all Bruce Wayne the Dad instead of Batman the Vigilante. Danny gently placed Robin in Batman’s arms, taking in the tremors as he held his son close.

“Go back, Bruce. And make sure Jason knows how much you love him.”

He laughed as Bruce whipped his head upwards. “I am your city. You are mine as much as I am yours. I’ve known of you before you were born.”

Technically? Not untrue. But Bruce will chalk it up to weird magic shit. It’s not like it’s a secret that Gotham’s kind of curse. Besides, this way, Danny will be able to help out more often. And Bruce won’t be able to connect Tim Drake to the “Spirit of Gotham.”

“Return, my knight. This is not your city. I can not protect you as well as I can in Gotham.”

“Thank you… Gotham.”

Danny sighed. He wondered when he’ll have to field questions from a John Constantine. He’s pretty sure Bruce will call in magical help, even if it was his own city he was investigating.

Batman’s lucky Danny liked him enough to allow it.

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I really need more stuff on some Joker Junior angst, along with Jason finding out about Joker Junior. Even better if you wanna pull in the whole Red Hood (Joker/Jason) Attacking Robin (Jason/Tim), both times when Robin was 15 years old and was supposed to be with someone/somewhere safe.

Hmm... I agree that more content about that would be fabulous. I especially love JJ fanart (there's some really cool ones on TikTok).

Fuck it. Here we go:

TW: torture, Joker Junior, violence, blood, flashback, dissociation, derealization, hallucinating(?)

Tim hands fly to his throat in a desperate attempt to rub away the urge to giggle. He's biting his lips hard enough to bleed in order to prevent them from twisting into a panicked grin.

He's pinned to the floor by a man using one of Joker's alias.

Just like old times, eh?

A snicker slips out at that, which only seems to enrage the man in red.

"Something funny, Placeholder?" The voice modulator in the helmet does nothing to hide the clear disdain and wrath curling through Red Hood. His grip tightens over his holsters, but he doesn't pull them out quite yet. The crimson helmet just glares down at Robin.

Red, red, red. He'd look so much better in Green.

Fuck. Note to self, Tim. JJ likes Red Hood.

Robin locks his face down at this revelation to keep a calm facade. He could try to dislodge the knives holding him hostage, but not with the perpetrator towering over him like this. "Nope. My bad, Hood. Got a little distracted. Where were we?"

The crime lord takes a few steps forward until he's next to the trapped bird. Somehow, he makes even the action squatting appear menacing. "This is the part where I torture you. Where I cut off a little bird's wings so you'll never fly again. Maybe then, B will learn."

Robin watches as Hood draws another knife. The crime lord twirls the blade between his fingers and tilts his head. There's a considering glint evident in his body language.

In a sick mockery of comfort, Red Hood trails the knife down Robin's cheek. It's too close to Joker's signs of "affection" after a round of shock treatment.

Junior shudders.

The leather jacket starts to morph into a lavender lounge coat and Tim blinks rapidly to clear his vision.

A sigh of relief escapes his lips when he's able to see Red Hood again.

The crime lord pauses. He tilts his head once more. Tim can feel the gaze studying him, but he's not sure why. He can't tell if the man is genuinely curious or if he's inspecting Robin like a bug trapped in plexiglass.

When the knife leaves his skin, Tim feels his shoulders lose an inch of tension.

"Don't get too comfortable. I've got a few questions before I snap your legs."

Tim can feel a jolt of pain flash through his legs at the claim. He grimaces at the notion of months off field.

Hood leans back onto his heels, fortunately giving the younger teen some space. It doesn't seem intentional, but it's better.

"You've been Robin for two years now?"

When Tim initially refuses to acknowledge the question, Hood raises the knife. Robin sighs and gives a nod.

The man hums and brings the hilt of the knife to his chin. The weird thinking pose blares an alarm in Tim's brain, but he can't quite piece together where he's seen it before.

"About eight months ago, the clown disappeared."

Phantom feelings of electricity run through Tim's body. His muscles twitch under the memory.

Red Hood leans closer. "Where is he?"

Tim can hear -

"You know better than that, Junior. Where's the smile for your old man?"

A desperate giggle bubbles up Tim's throat.

"Come on, son. You wouldn't want to make your mother sad, would you?"

Joker leans over Tim Junior with a wicked grin. He grips a blade and gestures to Junior's lips. "Do you want your dear old Dad to teach you to smile? Again?"

Junior shakes his head frantically as trembling lips split open in a facsimile of a smile. The motion pulls at his stitches scars.

Scars?

That's not-

Junior's smile starts to fall.

Red Hood Joker crosses his arms. "What the fuck are you smiling at?"

Junior still has a smile on his face (it can't drop), but his eyebrows furrow. "Dad?"

Joker flinches back.

Amethyst cloth flickers to bronze leather and then back again. Forest green hair morphs into a cherry red helmet. Junior watches it peer behind its shoulder before Joker's face turns back to him.

"Batman isn't here."

A cackle erupts from Junior's lips and dissolves into a fit of giggles. Joker peers at Tim Junior in confused horror. The kid turns his head more towards the man. A smile stretches and pulls the corner of his lips, highlighting the faint scars.

Junior Tim hears the man take a startled breath in.

"Batsy isn't Dad. Dad-"

Tim frowns as his gaze drifts away from the man. "I killed Dad. He's dead."

He pouts exaggeratedly before Junior dissolves into a fit of giggles. "Bam!" Both of his hands point an imaginary gun Red Hood's Joker's way. "Bam! Bam!" The hands recoil back as if actually shooting the man.

Tears start to stream down Junior's Tim's face. He fights to bring his lips away from a grin.

"Fuck." He's still grining. "Fuck!"

Red Hood, the cause of all of this, is just staring at Tim. He's observing the teen try to bring himself back to sanity inch by stupid fucking inch.

Tim's eyes dart around the room. He takes a deep breath in and, on the exhale, list something he sees. "Chair. Blender. Staff. Kni-"

Several more deep breaths in and out as he ignores all the knives in the room. "Light. Jacket. Cape. Couch. Lemon. Counter."

His hands paw at his utility breath as he keeps breathing. He grasps one of the sour candies and works on opening the wrapper. He pops it into his mouth and continues the breath exercise.

Red Hood is silent as he watches Robin pull himself back into reality.

It takes several more minutes before Robin's breaths return to normal. He lays there looking at the ceiling absolutely drained and done with this whole situation.

Finally, Tim turns his gaze to the crime lord.

"Can you just kill me already or get the fuck out?"

Red Hood responds by pulling off his helmet.

Tim blinks. Sighs. Then starts up his grounding techniques again.

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So there's a fic which states that Jason is Tim's Joker and I've always called Jason Joker Kinnie or Joker in my head (probably the fantasy of wanting to cut contact with blood relatives for me) and someone in the comments said Jay was the Joker's greatest masterpiece

So give me a Joker who pays attention to this Crime Lord using his old moniker, learns of his good deeds, his vendetta against the bat, TITANS TOWER and so much more and he has STARS IN HIS EYES—anyone lesser would see a copycat

He sees a JUNIOR superior to the one he made, truly, the children are the Future

He keeps all the recordings and receipts of Red Hood showing his hatred towards the Bats as a whole

And then one day? He hijacks a TV show with a peak in viewership to lure out Red Hood in particular and here he shows the audience a warm-up of Red Hood being "one of the good ones" aka a crime lord with morality

"Ladies, Gentlemen, and Most Respectable Folks..."

Then he shows footage of him killing The Second Robin, Batman Holding his Corpse; chosing to become Red Hood now that the position of Robin belongs to a third one

"I present..."

and then wham shots them with him hating on the Bats, verbally or violently, calling third Robin his placeholder

"to all of Gotham..."

ESPECIALLY the Titans Tower Footage from every angle possible

"MY GREATEST MASTERPIECE

THE RED HOOD!"

the Joker has a whole musical dancing routine he forced Jason into or whatever while STILL showing juxtaposed footage, and if you strip away how unethical it is, the choreography and tunes go hard

Bonus points if Red Robin gets dragged into this even more, and Joker tells Red Hood all about making him Joker Junior and offers to either let Hood kill his own Robin, or Joker can take his placeholder out the picture as a mere Junior, or whatever else

So uh... This slipped out. Hopefully, it adds to your wonderful ideas ^^

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Joker giggles, acidic green eyes joyfully darting between his two captives. "The clipped bird and the cukoo," he croons, his hands clapping together.

"Just fucking get on with it," Hood growls as he thrashes in his binds.

"You want a repeat that badly?" The clown's brows furrow as his grin widens. "We did have such a wonderful time the last time."

Red Robin sighs as he glances around for an escape. "You lured us both here and broadcasted your message about Red Hood. What do you want?"

"And I'm not your fucking masterpiece, you sick bastard," Hood spits. His chest heaves and skin crawls at the mere implication.

"No?" The Joker questions. "I've always wondered who exactly replaced who." He rests a crowbar on his shoulder while spinning a gun in his other hand.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Hood snarls, his eyes trained on the crowbar.

"Obviously, Hood here flew first, but what about my legacy?" Pressing a hand to his chest, Joker tilts his head. "The timeline's all screwy on that one."

Red Robin's breath hitches, his eyes following the eractic path of the gun. At the sound, Hood is able to tear his eyes away from the crowbar and spare a glance to Red.

"You see, I didn't know about you, Red Hood," Joker pushes up Hood's chin with the crowbar, "until my playdates with Junior."

Red Robin spasms.

The Joker grins. "So, I suspect that Hood replaced my Junior, don't you think?"

"What the fuck are you on about?" Hood glares.

"I spent all that time raising my boy right and setting him straight. His mother and I kust wanted the best for him."

Hood's jaw drops. "Your kid?"

"My Junior was the spitting image of me. He would've been just like his father if the bat didn't step in," Joker frowns.

"You have a kid?"

Nodding, the jester sighs. "He turned out to be quite the disappointment. Probably got that from his mother."

"Harley?"

"I was planning on beating some sense back into Junior, but then you appeared. A man with my moniker becoming the king of the underworld and clipping a Robin's wings?" The Joker swoons. "Oh, how proud I was! You were a much better protege than my Junior, and I didn't even plan for that! Imagine my glee!"

Jason rapidly pales, sour saliva filling his mouth.

"I've kept all the articles about you, son! All the photos and videos too. How could I not when you were making me so proud?"

In a panic, Jason's eyes dart to Tim's, begging the younger to disprove this claim. He's begging Tim to tell him that he didn't make himself into Joker's image. Tim and Jason have gotten closer, have forgiven their past transgressions. Tim should be able to tell Jason this. Tim doesn't hold the tower attack against him anymore.

But Tim hesitates.

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finally had time to finish an animation… acolyte vs the sun

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The Ring of Rage needs a babysitter.

The Ring of Rage, oddly semi-sapient in the way that all ghostly objects tend to be, keeps trying to break into the sarcophagus to get onto Pariah Dark's finger.

Normally, fine. Go sit on the finger of someone locked in Foreversleep, not like it'll change much. But if that ring manages to crack open Pariah Darks comfy forever-box, the Pariah Dark wakes up.

Again.

So Danny, as the current Ghostly Heir-Apparent, having earned his place as Pariah Dark's son by right of combat (ew), is tasked with wearing the Ring of Rage in the human world, so as to forcibly keep it away from Pariah Dark.

So Danny wears it, even though it clashes with a lot of his everyday clothes. Because, like, it does tend to look really evil and give off some bad vibes.

Danny isn't a huge fan of it, honestly. It feels mean to say he hates it, but it keeps trying to convince him to get angry over the dumbest shit.

Danny, as the Ghostly Heir-Apparent, is the only person or ghost who can wear it and not fall to temptation. The only person or ghost who's own personal power outweighs that of the Ring of Rage. So that's fun.

It's like a toddler following him around shouting intrusive thoughts, and Danny just has to keep ignoring it.

Honestly, the only good thing he can say about the ring is that it does the equivalent of a magical girl transformation; if he lets it release some of it's power, and uses it, he gets a red and black jumpsuit.

It's...alright. He guesses.

He stick to doing heroing in Phantom form, though. The red and black, on top of not really being his colors, feel like he's trying to step on the Red Huntress' toes.

So he wears it, but it never sees any use.

Until one day, as Danny is being dragged along to a Ghost Hunter Convention in New York City, a Green Lantern is thrown into the building next to him.

It's a Supervillain, and they're duking it out with said Green Lantern and really, really not caring about collateral.

Danny's parents are right there. They aren't about to let him out of their sights. New York City is huge and covered in CCTV, there's no way he can just...run away and disappear long enough to transform into Phantom. Not without some conspiracy theorist getting ahold of the CCTV footage leading up to him vanishing and Phantom showing up.

What are the chances of that like, actually happening?

Danny doesn't really know, but New York City has always been an exception for weird shit, so he feels like the possibility is distinctly higher than average.

He isn't gonna risk it.

Luckily, he can just do an Anime Magical Girl transformation into the Ring of Rage's fashion choice and use said ring to fight instead of his powers.

Damn.

Maybe it is actually useful for something. Huh.

He lets the Ring of Rage's power wash over him, the red and black jumpsuit replacing his clothes, and a red aura encompassing him as his feet leave the ground.

Granted, he isn't using the ring to fly, but his parents don't need to know that.

"Mom, dad, help the people to shelter; just like in the ghost attacks," Danny says, knowing that if anyone is qualified to herd terrified people to safety, it's literally anyone from Amity Park.

Or Gotham.

But fuck Gotham, and it's creepy BDSM furry brigade of vigilantes.

Dad looks up at him, teary eyed.

"Our little boy is a hero!" Mom cries, throwing up her hands triumphantly before grabbing his dad's arm and dragging him away.

"Don't get hurt now, Danno! Otherwise we'll have to step in!" His dad laughs, and Danny feels chills.

That...that would cause more damage than the Supervillain.

He can't let that happen.

Danny flies up and joins the fray, hyperaware of dodging the blasts and punches meant for him, and missing how the Green Lanterns around him hesitate when they notice he's there.

After two hours (he could have done this so much faster as Phantom, this is so tedious) the fight is over, and the villain of the week is in glowing green shackles.

Then the Green Lanterns, haggard and bleeding, turn on him.

"Surrender as compliantly as you've been so far, and we won't have any issues," one of them says, leveling their ring at Danny.

Danny, bewildered, slowly raises his hands in the air.

"What, did I...did I break a treaty with aliens or something? Is that uh...very professional looking and distinguished alien I just punched actually an ambassador?" Danny froze. "Can we please never, ever tell my parents if they are?"

"...Do you not feel, uh. I don't know. A very big compulsion to kill everyone and everything?" another Green Lantern asks, inching a little closer. "Or to laugh evilly, or something?"

"No?"

"Where did you get that ring, kid?"

Danny blinks.

"Oh, you're upset cuz of this thing? Yeah, alright, I'll just...take it off then," Danny shrugs, and as every single Green Lantern shouts at him not to do it, he slips it off of his finger, the red and black jumpsuit disappearing.

The Green Lanterns wince, pulling back like they're...waiting.

But nothing happens.

"Yeah, I'm just babysitting it so it doesn't wake up it's master. It's not mine."

Or; Danny, due to his Ghost powers/strength and being the Ghostly Heir Apparent, can not only resist the Red Lantern Ring he's inherited from Pariah Dark, but can take it off and not die. This causes concern amongst the Lantern Community. Especially when they learn that the Red Lantern Ring in question is semi-sapient.

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Very important question

dc x dp corpse ua

The bats find several identical teenage corpses and panic

Corpses also match the new student at Gotham Academy

So they decide to put a subcutaneous tracker on "Danny" as a perfectly reasonable means of investigation *cough cough*

That same evening, they follow the tracker's signal to find a new corpse.

In the morning, the new student, Danny, acts normally as if nothing happened.

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selfishly, just once.

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Me, 13: Huh, I have like all the symptoms of depression except for the actual Sad part. I never want to do stuff, I’m always tired, all the jazz. Am I depressed? Can you be depressed without being Sad? Weird.

Me, 15, just diagnosed with multiple disabilities and chronic illnesses: Huh. That tracks.

(TLDR: Not Depressed just Chronically Ill)

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which one of u was going to tell me that tea tastes different if u put it in hot water?

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Yall I can’t tell if the gods hate me or want to promote me to management anyways Fuck Gender I have a better scale for deity’s (or yourself, we don’t judge)

The Aggressive-Petty Spectrum

Works somewhat similar to Male/female, Aggressive being leaning towards male, Petty leaning towards female. Keep in mind, this is a spectrum!

For example, you said you were super cool and strong and can’t bruise (totally not an anecdote shut up) or something else to piss off a god, then you accidentally hit your foot on your dresser and bend the metal of the knob while landing a hand stand, bruising the side of your toe a little. Ouch. Fairly petty, only a little aggressive. You decide to show it off to your friends, photos of your strength. Two days later after the bruise has healed, you are doing routine hand stands and hit it again on the way up, bending it back into place and with the bottom of your foot. You have now lost your trophy and have a nasty bruise on your foot so it hurt more than necessary to walk.

This is an example of Very Petty, likely a fully female goddess, maybe only hints of aggressive.

Another example, you claimed to be immune to getting sick (also totally not an anecdote shut up) after not getting sick for nearly 7 years, then get sick one time and have so many lasting affect that it has possibly given you up to 1-3 new disabilities after already collecting them like Pokémon cards.

Fairly Petty, but also kind of neither, so Feminine Agender works best for this god.

Another when a certain person said nothing bad would happen when they were playing with a bench which proceeded to fall on their foot, rip off their toenail, break the toe bone in a way that it would never heal bc the piece broken off was too small to reconnect (all hypothetically of course), and years later still looks really weird and disturbing while also hurting like hell whenever stubbed.

This is Mostly Aggressive, hints of Petty in there. Gonna have to go with Demiboy for this one, maybe genderfluid on a good day.

TLDR; new gender spectrum but instead of gender is aggressive-petty for dieties and/or yourself we don’t judge, with some Totally Not Anecdotes and examples. Aggressive is associated with male gender for this spectrum and petty for female. Sorry if I offended anyone but like. Don’t read it then ig

Anyways, that was my TED talk, thank you for listening, here is the link to the website that I got all my info on genders from (https://www.medicinenet.com/what_are_the_72_other_genders/article.htm#:~:text=Besides%20male%20and%20female%2C%20there,profound%2C%20deep%2C%20and%20infinite.)

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DPxDC It's Complicated

We've all seen the 'we have your son' trope done with both Bruce and Batman, but I've been thinking about it, and, hear me out, let's give it more flavor.

Bruce gets a call, and it's the usual 'we have your son, follow out orders or he dies', but the orders are not money. It's 'find us this other kid, and we'll trade your child for him'.

While that is an unusual demand, there's another thing: the child on the picture that the kidnappers sent Bruce looks exactly like Damian, sans the eye color. And he's smiling, but that's irrelevant right now. A clone? A decoy? A fake?

Oracle runs a face recognition and finds out that the kid's name is Daniel Fenton, and the record says he's been dead for two months now, buried in the local cemetery of Amity Park, Illinois. Have the kidnappers gone mad with grief? But, wait, there are several 'missing' reports that have been filed after the boy's death, submitted by Jasmine Fenton — the kid's sister — and Vlad Masters, the town's mayor? What does he have to do with the kid?

Meanwhile, Tim is sitting tied up in some warehouse, surrounded by Vlad and a dozen of his carbon copies. Is this man some kind of a meta with duplicating abilities? Why did he even decide to use such a weird scheme when contacting police, FBI, or hell, even the Justice League, would have been so much more effective?

It's just confusing all around.

But Vlad has good reasons! He really does, he swears!

The thing is, it's all his fault. If he didn't fund the GIW in the first place, none of this would have happened. The agents in white wouldn't have outed Danny for being Phantom and wouldn't have taken him away. Maddie and Jack wouldn't have rejected their still alive, just different, son, and wouldn't have put an empty casket in a grave with Daniel's name.

Police won't be searching for a person when they know they are already dead and buried. Justice League, who stands for all that's good and fair, won't go against a government agency that stands for the very same thing.

Which leaves Vlad to find other solutions. Like stealing a rich kid and making his even richer daddy do all the work.

If only said rich kid would stop talking.

Wait, what do you fucking mean 'that picture looks like my brother'?

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I’ve been thinking recently, and anyone who knows me knows I Should Not Be Thunking.

Anyways, I have been thinking about the concept of being silenced, of not knowing what your voice would even sound like, both literally and metaphorically. Like, literally being born mute, watching everyone else with their own unique voices and wondering what yours would have been should you have been able to sing. Once having a voice, loving to talk and sing or maybe not and taking it for granted, then losing it forever, watching as other people enjoy what you once loved or what you never cherished and wish you could go back.

Or, of course, metaphorically. How people are silenced through media and fear and anger and society. What would the girl whose parents ignored her until she learned to be silent’s voice sound like if she had been allowed to flourish? The boy who loved to sing, but never explored it because his peers looked down on it? The wife who never got to learn to properly read because women weren’t supposed to speak? The prince who couldn’t speak his mind for fear of starting a war? What would their voices sound like?

Would they echo like thunder or like a choir? Would they be the harmony or the melody? Would they be bright like lightning or dark like dusk? Reflect like the moon or shine like the sun?

Dunno if this is a good idea or not but I could just go on and on about this and I should go back to Not Thinking

(Also while I was adding tags this is also really heavily Language Barrier coded, and why the heck isn’t Skyhunter or Talin Kanami a tag?!?! Everyone must read those books right now where is my fandom 😭)

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Danny has quite a few unique abilities, and they all help him not to die...permanently. He decides to use this to his advantage.

I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS OR THEIR WORLDS. I DO NOT INTEND TO MAKE MONEY WITH THIS POST. IF THIS POST IS ON TIKTOK I DID NOT CONSENT TO THAT. IF THIS DISCLAIMER IS MISSING THEN THE POST WAS EDITED TO NEGATE IT.

Ghosts in the Zone who died violent deaths, who were murdered, need their murderers brought to justice.

Usually, it's due to a lack of evidence that they aren't.

So Danny uses himself as bait to get the evidence required, letting the murderer "kill" him as an unidentified John Doe, and then disappears from the morgue after the autopsy (turns out that while autopsy's sting a bit, it's like getting a few cavities drilled; if he's patient and doesn't fall asleep, it's over before he knows it, and he's free to go).

Danny is letting a corrupt cop "kill" him this time, but it's a bit more violent than he intended, because in the middle of the cop's speech one of the local vigilantes showed up.

The cop panicked.

The cop went outside of their MO and stabbed Danny in the chest.

Now Danny has a vigilante ignoring the cop, who is getting away, in favor of trying to save Danny.

"It's fine, stop," Danny groans, trying to ignore the blood coming up his throat. Gross, he hates this part, ew. "I'm already dead."

Naturally, hearing him say this does not help the vigilante calm down.

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Danny and Dan are going on a shopping spree with Vlad's credit card in Gotham, because they want to spend as much money as possible and Vlad is terrified of the city.

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This means they have as much time as Dani can buy them by preventing Vlad from calling the bank.

As they're shopping in only the ritziest district, they get stopped by a reporter.

"Mr. Drake-Wayne, Mr. Timothy Drake-Wayne, are you a twin?"

Dan and Danny look at each other.

Look back at the reporter.

"Actually, we're triplets. We keep the ugly one at home." Dan says, completely deadpan.

"O...oh. So which one of you is Mr. Timothy? You all look identical!" The Reporter gushes, flustered at getting the first scoop on the story.

"He's at home," Danny says, a shit eating grin that's a perfect match to Dan's stretching across his face.

Danny and Dan aren't related to this Tim guy at all, but they're still gonna fuck with him.

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Across Gotham, Tim, who just found out that he was actually adopted into the Drake Family, is not amused.

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Danny, while experimenting with his shapeshifting (ecto changes form depending on intent and he's half alive so), got stuck in a form. Then he got caught by a sleezy freakshow/circus owner.

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The form he's stuck in is a merman form. But it's not, like, a typical merman form.

He'd been trying to see if he could reshape his ecto while he was in human form, and he had! But he'd also gotten overenthusiastic in experimenting, added too many features unique to his ghost form, and now he can't shift into either form.

Human or ghost.

He's stuck.

He's stuck as a merman with his human features, his ghost-form eye color (it glows), his human form hair (tinted with glowing green-ish white), deep blue scales on his tail that fade into that seem glowing greenish white, and fully functional gills.

He also cannot use his ghost powers. He knows that they're there, but for some reason his current form will not allow their usage. Maybe...maybe he's using too much ghost energy to keep up the transformation?

Regardless, he got captured by some sleezeball and thrown into a traveling freakshow. Highly illegal, and he's slowly losing hope that he'll be able to escape, because he just. Can't. Shift. Back!

Then the sleezeball makes a stupid mistake; he puts the freakshow up in Metropolis.

Danny goes to sleep one day closer to a mental breakdown.

Danny wakes up to Superman floating in front of his tank, in the process of restraining Aquaman from quite literally murdering the sleezeball.

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The Justice League mistakes Danny for being older than he looks not because of historical texts but because they met him in the past.

Batman met Danny during his time as a pirate. Batman remembered fighting alongside Danny and an young African woman freeing innocent men and women.

Wonder Woman was sent back to ancient Rome and looking for a way back. While she was there she watched the fights in the Coliseum. She then noticed when one fighter lost his helmet and she saw her teammate Phantom. She was surprised to see him also fighting along side a tall redhead who fought like an amazon.

Barry met Phantom before he even became the Flash. It was a late night at work and he was walking home when a mugger attempted to rob him. Before he knew it the mugger was knocked unconscious and he was looking at a flying boy and girl with white hair. Barry was surprised and grateful when he was flown home by the strange duo.

The Bat family were sent back in time together when Ra's had just gotten control of the league. They also saw him trying to woo a redheaded woman while Phantom was beside her. When Ra's threatened to kill the woman's husband and raise her kids as his own, they watched the woman knee him in the nuts and heard Phantom ask the woman why she attracts creeps like him.

Zatanna and John Constantine were somehow sent back in time during the Salem Witch trials. They were both captured by a witch hunter and about to be set on fire. Then a man looking a lot like the witch hunter tackled the man and knocked him out. Phantom flew out of nowhere and untied them and took them somewhere safe.