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DPXDC A Voice In The Pit

Danny had his accident much younger, he was cleaning out the lab when it happened and landed on a button activating the portal.

But since the machine was incomplete, he was unable to pass to the Infinite Realms in his death, and while Danny became a halfa he was instead transported to an ectoplasm rich environment in the living realm.

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Damian had heard something calling from the Lazarus Waters. A young voice not unlike his own, crying for help. Grandfather had said that those who asked for help were weak, but something about the voice had him feeling pity and sorrow rather than disgust at the clear display of weakness.

Turning the corner through the tunnel system linking the League of Assassin's base he found himself at the narrow inlet he had found years ago, a ventilation shaft unsuited for the larger bodies of the adults in the compound, but perfectly sized for his small frame. Pulling himself through the dusty path, Damian eventually came out the other side at the back of the Lazarus Chamber on the far end away from the heavily guarded doors.

As he climbed down the wall of the stalagmite covered pits the cries for help got louder and clearer than they had been in weeks. Edging closer to the shore of the Pits, he cautiously reached his hand out to the waters. And something reached back to gently hold his hand.

"Are you here to help me?"

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DPXDC A Voice In The Pit

Danny had his accident much younger, he was cleaning out the lab when it happened and landed on a button activating the portal.

But since the machine was incomplete, he was unable to pass to the Infinite Realms in his death, and while Danny became a halfa he was instead transported to an ectoplasm rich environment in the living realm.

~

Damian had heard something calling from the Lazarus Waters. A young voice not unlike his own, crying for help. Grandfather had said that those who asked for help were weak, but something about the voice had him feeling pity and sorrow rather than disgust at the clear display of weakness.

Turning the corner through the tunnel system linking the League of Assassin's base he found himself at the narrow inlet he had found years ago, a ventilation shaft unsuited for the larger bodies of the adults in the compound, but perfectly sized for his small frame. Pulling himself through the dusty path, Damian eventually came out the other side at the back of the Lazarus Chamber on the far end away from the heavily guarded doors.

As he climbed down the wall of the stalagmite covered pits the cries for help got louder and clearer than they had been in weeks. Edging closer to the shore of the Pits, he cautiously reached his hand out to the waters. And something reached back to gently hold his hand.

"Are you here to help me?"

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Writing this so i can sleep in peace

Just a thought like Ghost king Danny right.... so as king he does have the authority to summon ghost right? And also if he were to have a weapon, what kind of weapon would it be?

I just imagine it a lot, like in one of those fic where Danny is related to the Wayne or the batfam. Where he hides his abilities and his status as the king or maybe prince.

Now add spice, like an interdimensional war is happening due to a being or entities fighting for the crown or Ancients/Ghost acting up because they saw or heard that Phantom, the current being that holds the crown is gravely injured (or something like that).

I'm thinking that maybe something happened to Walker due to someone scheming and now there is a prison break. Now there are a lot of entities that is locked up in Walker's prison, not just minor ghost but the evil and dangerous ones. All of this ghost are led to a crack in space that leads to the reality where they wreck havoc.

At first the JLD didn't notice because the crack in space was small and had gone unnoticed until it was too late. Everyone was takin in by surprise, lots of destruction, chaos, untimed death was happening.

Everyone was fighting and the batfam was defending Gotham since it all started there. A lot of ghost were poring in and Gotham's knight all could do was lessen the casualty and evacuate the civilians.

Then suddenly low and behold, during the chaos they saw Danny who was supposed to be with Alfred scratch that

While the batfam was out defending the city, Danny and Alfred where left in the manor. Alfred is at the bat cave assisting through the comms when suddenly a powerful evil ghost came in uninvited, the batfam got notified about this and they all became really worried. High tension, terrified, worried they tried to go back but unfortunately everyone is tied up with the situation. Alfred with his shotgun tried to find Danny who should be at his room. Alfred heard a load crash and walls breaking, glass shattering, he followed where the noise is and saw the destruction that was left behind. Now seeing the rubble he franticly searches for Danny, but before he could he got ambushed almost got squashed by with the chandelier. Alfred didn't even get to breath when a large hand/claw caught him, lifting him up in the air, squeezing the life out of him. Just then the large hand crushing Alfred got cut off and a large green beam hit the creature.

Coughing, Alfred manage to catch his breath and it was only then he finally sees the person he was looking for. Danny with his cloths a bit torn and disheveled but overall not a scratch is seen, his hands up and his eyes flickering to green, and Alfred swears his hair is floating with no sense of gravity at the moment. Danny hurriedly helps Alfred up and took him to a place to hide first and then took care of the evil ghost who decided the manor to be its target.

After all that, Danny explains briefly to Alfred. (not sharing all secret of course)

Danny straightens the shield that wards of evil ghost.

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On the other side, Batman and co. were having trouble fighting off beings that appeared out of the blue. They have weapons and wards that can barely work on the evil looking creatures. It didn't help the fact that a distress signal came from the manor and Alfred got cut off from the comms after he alerted everyone about the uninvited guest. Everyone was in distress but they couldn't afford to lose focus. Just then a terrible defining roar was heard and a large shadow engulf the sun, it was then they notice the sky is being filled with more hideous looking monsters diving down into a crash causing buildings to go unstable and large debris falling down.

They sighed in relief when they heard of Alfred's voice, then Alfred told them back up is coming and they thought it was the JL or JLD. (let's just say they too were also pretty preoccupied)

BOOGSHH... one of the large creature from the sky came crashing down with a splat, a scythe embedded in its head. And to their surprise, the large creature disappears (the ghost might just actually returned into their core, don't worry Danny will find a way to collect them). There was a person holding a scythe. Through the comms, Alfred said it was not the JL but rather someone much more close to the family and an explanation will come after everything calms down. When they got a clear view, there stood Danny (in his civic cloths). Danny waves at them and said "don't worry I wore a Mask" as he points at the domino mask Alfred gave him before he left the manor.

With a powerful swing, Danny sliced through the space and opens a temporary portal to the Ghost Zone. With that he summons his army of loyal ghost.

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That is all !

I just like the idea that since Danny is gaining multiple power after getting the crown, a tool or in this case a weapon of choice is gifted or given to him as a limiter to his overwhelming power. I like to think that he relies more on his scythe ever since, so even if he can open a portal bare hand he do so unconsciously with is scythe because he was used to it (something like that).

Danny is the Ghost king or prince, he has the authority to summon ghost who pledge loyalty to him. Woho! one-man army, I mean come on with all the challenges he faced.

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You know how walker (is that her name? I only saw clips of the show) Got DNA of batman from around Gotham. What if someone else did the same but instead of batman, they got DNA of dick, Jason and Tim to create the ultimate soldier with their best qualities and danny is the result. He had Dicks acrobatics, Jason's deadness and ruthlessness and Tim's smarts.( ・∀・)

The one thing that tied all three DNA donors was their role as Robin. Or so the government sector (with no name, in case they were ever exposed, so they could never be tied to the United States) thought that was all that was tying them together.

He was to have the First's acrobatics and his leadership.

The Second's sharp shooting and his ruthlessness.

The Third's hacking and smarts.

Everything that made those human vigilantes a force to fear would be poured into this clone. Hours and hours of combat, strategy, and American propaganda downloaded into his brain. The clone would be the perfect soldier, the perfect weapon.

None of them were expecting this.

"You will follow commands."

"Why?"

"You will be activated by the phrase The Shadow over the Flag"

"Why?"

"You are a weapon," Waller hissed at the clone who was staring at her evenly from the chair they had strapped him to.

"Why?" The darn thing repeated, tilting his head much like the bird his donors called themselves.

"You don't need to know why." She spat, nodding her head at one of the scientists. They took that as a sign to turn on the electricity, listening to the boy scream as it ran amok through his body. She counted to twelve before raising her hand to signal the electricity to end. "You are a weapon of the United States."

The clone gasps through his pain before raising his head and grinning at her. Almost as if he wasn't just about to pass out from the mental training they were attempting to put him through. "Why?"

Scowling, she turned away, throwing a command over her shoulder. "Break him."

The clone's voice yelled back. It's eerily cheerful, much like the first Robin had been whenever he attacked goons or the second Robin when he set a building on fire or even the third Robin when he outsmarted adults. "I'll catch up to you later. I'll catch up to everyone involved with my creation, and I'll teach you what happens when you attempt to make a living weapon."

She didn't care. Waller had been threatened her entire life by beings far stronger than the experiment they had created. She doubted that it could fine her or her team. It was a mystery where the clone had developed a personality—one that took nothing seriously and seemed almost happy in the chaos that brought it pain—but she had broken many people before.

One she helped create would be just as simple to break.

A week later, Waller found out that everyone in that unnamed government sector had been hunted down and killed by the clone that had escaped with none the wiser. She found out because it was waiting for her, wearing the wedding rings of those on her team and the badges of those who were unmarried.

Waller had found it sitting comfortably on her desk in her home office, flipping through her laptop and sending files to random emails.

"I wonder how many Americans are going to die with that information out." A wide, wicked grin rested on its lips as it released files and files of government secrets. She stood there, frozen in the doorway, unsure of what to say as it raised its head and stared her down with borrowed eyes. "I wonder how quickly the country you love so much will turn on you for a few files."

Waller responded by raising her gun and firing. But the clone bent in a way that spoke of the First, dodging the bullets with a gentle laugh. As if she wasn't trying to shoot it, but instead they were having a little pillow fight at a sleepover. Then, in the next second, her right hand was gone, nothing more than an explosion of blood.

Like a water spray bottle that had squirted out a stream.

She stared at it, more confused than in pain, watching the blood leak down her arm. The gun clattered against the ground as the Clone giggled. "Oopsie, mother had a little spill~!"

"Protocol Alpha-ten!" She shouted, twisting on her heel and running down the hall as her security system automatically started destroying files and locking down the building.

"Overright: Omega-four-four-three," A voice calmly called out. Her voice. Waller realized with horror that the clone was skipping after her, mimicking her speech so well that the security system halted all movement. It believed the clone.

But they had tested it against the Martians' shapeshifting. And not even taking her form could trick her system!

"Are we playing tag?" The clone called out, and suddenly, bam- her left leg from the knee down was gone. She stumbled, grabbing onto the wall, with a cry as the clone laughed more. "Am I it?"

"Protocol: Nine-Pitch Black!" She screams, praying the message gets out —if only as a warning to the rest of the world —but even before she finishes speaking, another voice overlaps hers.

"Override: White Fall five-nine-eight-twelve." The clone walked up behind her, kicking out her good knee. Waller tumbled to the ground, breathing heavily, trying to think through the pain. It crouched down to her fallen form, tsking. "Calling for help? From the Justice League? After all the grief you've given them? A new low even for you."

"What...what are you?" She gasps, watching his blue eyes shimmer to green and his teeth sharpen. The DNA was human, not even meta-human. None of the Bats were. So, how was this clone changing? Did someone on the team mess with its DNA strand when they were making it?

"Shhhh shhhhhh." The clone cooed, pressing his finger against her trembling lips as a terrible pressure filled the air. A chill broke across her body as frost slowly crept along the walls, and the lights burst one by one. The clone's glowing grin looked more and more haunting by the second.

"My dead Amanda Waller." It purred, leaning in and letting its human features melt away to reveal a monster. "You know what I am. All living things know what I am. They can't escape me."

"Death," The word feels punched out of her, and its green eyes seem to dance with amusement.

"Your death."

No one heard her scream, and no one noticed when she was silenced for good.

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Bruce Wayne gets a knock on his door at three in the morning just as the team is coming back from patrol. He wants to tell his kids to go get it, but everyone is half dead on their feet from the latest fight, so after getting out of his suit and throwing on his best bed robe, he makes the trek to the front door.

He doesn't even have to pretend to be exhausted. Bruce is getting up there in age, and hero work was a young man's job.

He rubs at his eyes while swinging the large front door open, a sarcastic remark on the tip of his tongue, but it dies the second he sees what's standing on his doorstep.

A child, the perfect blend of all his sons, that it was almost like he was looking at one of those holographic posters of his children's child school photos, beams up at him.

In his hands, dripping blood onto the steps of Wayne Manor, is the head of Amanda Waller, frozen in a permanent petrified scream for all eternity.

"Hi," the child chirps, eyes crinkling like Dick's, lips pulled into a half-smirk like Tim's, and nose scrunched up like Jason's. Bruce was struck dumb by how adorable he seemed despite more heads of unknown victims resting at his feet. "My name is Danny Phantom. I was told this was where my DNA came from, and that makes it my home, doesn't it? Do you like games?"

What none of the unnamed government sector workers knew was that the blood they collected around Gotham had been contaminated. It was filled with the curse that made even the gentlest souls mad.

And Danny Phantom had once been the gentlest being in the universe before his soul had been accidentally used in a cloning experiment. One that involved using the strange, unknown green goo as a link between three different DNAs, and now housed the very force of death, all cramped into the body of a five-year-old monster.

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Tim: You can't ask this of me!

Dick: We all make sacrifices for the mission.

Tim: But this-! This is too much of a sacrifice!

Dick: I know it's not fair. I know it's unjust. But it's for the greater good.

Tim: You can't do this!

Dick: I'm afraid I already have.

Tim: Please Dick, you're my brother! We broke bread together!

Dick: That bread was tasty and it filled my empty stomach but it means nothing now.

Tim: No-Don't-!

Dick: *pushing Tim on stage* Ladies and Gentlemen! The moment you all been waiting for! The Timothy Drake-Wayne date auction! As you all know the highest bid will get one free dinner with Timmy, at the most expensive restaurant in Gotham and all funds will be used for charity so get out those checkbooks! Let's start the auction at one thousand!

Random girl: Two thousand!

Random boy: Five thousand!

Random girl 2: ten thousand!

Dick: Ten thousand! Ten thousand going once- going twice-

Danny standing up: A million!

Dick: A million! A million going once- a million going twice-

Danny: Five million!

Dick: Er, um five million going once- five million going twice-

Danny: No ten million!

Dick: Sir do you understand how auctions work?

Tim leaping for the mic: Sold! To the hot confused guy wearing the number twenty badge.

Danny blinking: Me?

Tim: Yes, you! You won!

Danny: Awesome! *sits down and turns to Sam*

Danny whispering: Hey I blanked out for a second and Phantom took over. What did he do?

Sam: Bought a date for ten million.

Danny: *gasp* But I only have forty five cents in my bank account.

Sam: Don't worry. I'll spot you this one. You deserve a date with a living person. As a treat.

Danny tilting head: Phantom says to show his gratitude for your donation he will dance for you.

Sam: Tell him that hes welcome and to please not dance for me. We got thrown out of the Ice Lounge for his dancing already, I can afford to be band from here too.

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Batman gets home after a long day of patrol to find one of his newest enemies, the murderous crime lord Red Hood, in his personal civilian office. he prepares to fight despite having taken off all of his gear back down in the cave, only for Red Hood to see him in the doorway and without hesitation, he takes off his helmet.

Jason Todd stares at him from across the desk, tears and snot streaming down his face, and Bruce freezes.

“I don’t know how to hook up the new dryer i bought for my apartment and now my landlord is asking for bank statements to prove i can pay rent and my wifi keeps fucking up and I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT WATER PRESSURE IS,” Jason wails, distraught and sobbing harder than Bruce has ever seen before. he fumbles, jaw dropping, as Jason swipes at his eyes, sniffing. “THIS ISN’T FAIR,” he cries wetly. “I DIED BEFORE I LEARNT ABOUT TAXES, WHAT THE FUCK IS A STOCKS ISA??!”

Bruce bites his lip, deciding to not show his slight amusement. “Oh, chum,” he empathises.

“THIS IS SO FUCKED UP.”

“I know, I know,” he soothes, holding his hands up in submission and carefully moving forward so he could place them comfortingly on Jason’s shoulder. did he know what was going on? absolutely the fuck not. was he going to question it and scare away his apparently-not-dead-son? absolutely the fuck not. “How about some warm milk and cookies, and then you can show me the files that confuse you?”

Jason sniffs. “…and then the dryer?”

“I can hook up your dryer, chum.”

“……I’m not gonna stop being a crime lord,” his son warns, shamelessly using Bruce’s sleeve to wipe away the snot dribbling down his lip. Bruce bits his lip again.

“Let’s not worry about that right now. One problem at a time.”

“I also own zero spoons.”

“There’s some in the kitchen you can steal.”

“…thanks, B.”

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Beast of the Dead pt 1

DPxDC

The only thing remaining of Amity Park is barely recognized ruins, and a swirling green portal. The Portal has long been the interest of unsavory groups, but while the ruins look vacant, among the crumbling, frozen buildings lies a towering black and white beast with glowing green eyes, and breath that leaves frost in its wake. But despite the many warnings, and the vanished explorers, not everyone is wise enough to stear clear.

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Cold nipped at Bruce's lips, vapor dancing from his nose as he exhaled. It was the middle of July in the Midwest of America, and yet, the crumbling remains of a forgotten city lay dusted in snow and glittering ice in the distance. The air was cold, and unwelcoming, tasting of death and an unknown warning, even from a distance away it could be felt. Bruce narrowed his eyes through his cowl, waiting for any flicker of moving shadow in the moon's light.

"I don't like the feeling of this place mate." Constantine spoke, not bothering to hush his voice as he pulled a cigarette out of his pack, taking a moment light it. "It ain't right, tainted with death magic."

"We don't really have a choice Constantine." Red Robin butted in, his voice noticeably lower in tone as he approached the pair of older men. "The League has been poking around here lately, and we need to know why."

Constantine only answered with a puff of smoke, so Flash spoke instead. "Any information that we do have?"

"Besides there being absolutely no information on the place, other than it appearing done day less than ten years ago?" Red Robin responded, almost mocking. "There have apprentantly been researchers sent before, but as soon as they set foot in city limits their coms go dead, only to appear back outside the city limits, and those are the lucky ones. Reportedly, a cult once tried to set up shop in the city, but they were never seen again, the only reason anyone knew of this instance, is because the children whos parent's belonged to the cult were found outside the city limits. Everyone who was interviewed has the same story, one minute they were entering the city, the next, they're waking up outside it, with no memory of what went on inside the city. Other than those who've never returned, nobody has ever been hurt besides bug bites."

Bruce grunted in understanding, having read the reports himself at least 100 times over, while the others shifted thoughtfully. "Red Robin will stay here running surveillance with Superman and Superboy, everyone else, we're only doing reconnaissance, write everything you find down."

"Keep in mind," Red Robin spoke a little louder, his eyes trained on Bruce despite adressing everyone. "We have no idea what dictates who can leave the city, and who vanishes. Be careful."

Constantine dropped his cigarette, falling stiff for a moment before he spoke. "Its not dangerous."

"Deadman?" Superboy questioned hesitantly, and Constantine nodded.

"How do you know?" Bruce questioned, gravel-like voice suspicious.

"I don't know." Boston answered, and Constantine shrugged. "Call it...a feeling." Constantine went stiff again, before blinking and glaring down at his fallen cigarette. "Damnit Boston, ye wanker." He muttered, swooping the cigarette back up to see if it was salvageavle.

Bruce grunted, unsatisfied by Deadman's limited input. "Still, tread with caution, and write everything down, even if it seems insignificant." With low mutters of agreement, Bruce turned towards the city, squeezing Red Robin's, Tim's, shoulder in reassurance before heading towards the snow covered Midwestern city.

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A swirling, green rift buzzed quietly as a low, rattle-like hiss escaped a beast's throat when he woke. Green eyes, not unlike the rift, snapped open and white claws scraped across the old, weathered stone underfoot. Leathery black and white wings stretched, disturbing dust and debris.

"Someone has come to play." A young sounding girl's voice snickered from beside him.

Sharp teeth showed in a beastly imitation of a smirk. "So it would seem."

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Danny Phantom just defeated Pariah Dark. Like he is still in that suit his father made in Pariahs keep. He doesn't know the ghost rules. It hasn't even been a year since he died and became a halfa, so no one has explained to him that if you defeat the king you become the king. In another dimension John Constantine is panicking because because the JL failed to stop a cult from completing the summoning ceremony that will summon the ghost king. They are all expecting Pariah Dark, but what they get instead is a ghost child. The summoning pulled him out of the suit that Jack made.

Danny looks around, confused with his vision blurring exhausted from fighting Pariah Dark. "Where am I?" Danny asks. Danny has no idea that he now has a floating crown above his head. He finally passes out right in front of the JL, and he transforms back into Danny Fenton.

The JL decides to take Danny to the watchtower in space and put him in a cell until he wakes up. None of them trust Danny, especially not John Constantine. When Danny wakes up, he is very confused, and sitting right outside his cell is John Constantine.

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No Gotham Ghosts

The House of Mysteries is well warded, but not well enough apparently because in the middle of a shower, John's suddenly not alone in the bathroom.

There's a lot of screaming, from both parties, but the demon at least is also embarrassed and flies out the door. John finishes his hair and dries off quickly, noting the air doesn't smell like sulfur. Nor does he sniff that sharp pine scent he attributes to denizens of the high plane.

Not a demon. Not an angel.

Something else.

John composes himself as great as he can dressed in a boxer and towel and opens the bathroom door.

Softly glowing, the being hovers feet off the ground. His hips dissolve into a snake like tail studded with stars the twists and turns in opposition to the very still fur cape he wears. Above his white hair is a halo of rocks and dust that resembles Saturn's rings, but there's a white flame in the middle, easily confused for whisps of moving hair.

A Realms ghost. Between the power scale needed to slip past the wards and a headgear of flame and what might be a ring of ice, this is probably King Phantom.

John wishes he'd walked out with two towels - one to cover his boxers in addition to draping one in a way to hide his nipples.

Too late now. John clears his throat. "King Phantom, what a surprise."

Phantom, who'd been staring at the wall in a frown, turns toward John. Any embarrassment he might have felt about scaring John in the shower is gone. "Hellraiser. I come proposing a deal."

"Yeah?"

"You're destined for Hell, but I'll personally see to it that your soul never goes to that Realm if you solve a mystery for me."

John licks his lips. He'd learned how to weave a contract to save his soul, but this is a stronger guarantee of his safety. He's seen Hell. He'd do anything to avoid it.

"What's the mystery?"

"Why a single resident of this universe hasn't become a ghost in three centuries."

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DPxDC Eat Them

So, the JL summons the Ghost King, yadda yadda, you know the drill, and he comes in full regalia. Inhuman appearance, Crown of Fire floating in top of his glowing white hair, runes flickering around, cape made of stars, the whole deal.

Only there's also a child in his hands. Or, well, not in his hands exactly — a feral gremlin with black voids for eyes is crawling around the Ghost King like he's a particularly climbable tree, as the King is trying to catch it and hold it in one place. He is very unsuccessful at it.

The whole thing is accompanied by stunned silence from the JL around, loud and excited staticky screeching from the child that looks no bigger than a toddler, and the King's incoherent cries of exasperation.

Batman clears his throat. Both the child and the King freeze, looking at him like deer in headlights: just two pairs of wide open, very cryptid eyes staring at him. Constantine jumps in, trying to formally greet the royalty despite the chaos. But as soon as he is talking, the child resumes their daring escapade across King's figure, climbing down his leg with impressive speed and biting on King's toes. Their teeth are way too sharp, mouth way too big, and the King is very obviously stifling a scream of pain before he finally snatches the child, holds them out in his hands and glares at them.

Constantine trails off because it looks like no one is listening either way — the King and the Kid are having a staring contest.

"Behave," says the King, shaking the child a little. The little gremlin giggles, then turns their head 180°, like an owl, and greets the people around.

"Great, okay, you were saying?" The King, seemingly satisfied by that, turns to JL, still holding the kid in his outstretched hands. The child squirms and sprouts a few very uncoordinated tentacles that try wrapping themselves around King's hands and drip toxic green goo on the floor. The King is unfazed.

The JL promptly decides to act the same — except Batman, who is very clearly more focused on the kid now — and explains the situation. Hey, we need a hand, there's an alien invasion/sentient robot revolution/wild plant attack/any other apocalypse event that involves a lot of targets! Do you mind?

The Ghost King looks at them, looks at the kid, then at them again. Then he sighs, weary and tired, mutters a few quiet words to the ceiling like he's praying or cursing his entire life.

And then, he turns the child so they face the general direction of the threat. "Look, sweet cheeks, do you see the shiny spaceships/evil vines?" He asks, "Can you be a dear and help Daddy out with them, pretty please?"

The kid looks contemplative, frowning, "How?.."

The King grins, and, yeah, that's totally his child because the uncanny teeth look exactly the same.

"Eat them," he says, and fucking yeets the toddler at the threat, to their delighted laughter.

The JL are now on varying levels of concerned and confused, but the King just dusts his hands like it's nothing and smiles nicely at them all.

"Zoomies, am'I'right? Don't worry, she'll spit them out later if you want the bodies," he assures, while the child absolutely demolishes the enemy in the background.

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I can’t decide if Danny would choose to be little shit to the Waynes or if he’d fit right in with the Family. Most likely, he alternates the use of a beta version of Bat clan’s membership with the days he wants to act like an asshole to them.

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Kitten's Home- DCxDP- Batboy Au

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(Yeh booiiii, we back at it again. If you still care.)

"But Maaamaaa!" Ellie whined as she practically pawed at the door.

"No Kitten. You can't." Selina said firmly.

While she loved her kitten's free-spirit and independence the Batboy case has left her shaken. Joker had gone too far this time and the last thing she wanted was for "Elizabeth" to go through the same thing.

She had been wanting to adopt a child of her own for some time. It seemed that Bruce's tendencies had spread. Even Richard had gone and done it. Little Batboy had been the nail in the coffin. He was absolutely adorable. She had scrolled through the Bludhaven social feed every night to see that kid basically become a mascot. It was also hilarious to see a bat as a sidekick to a bird, like a bizzaro version of Batman and Robin.

Ellie suited Selina perfectly. She matched her love for luxury and stealth ability. She was mischievous but damn if she didn't try to turn things around on you by acting cute.

She even had the nerve to agitate a few of her clients. Stealing their watches while Selina talked with them and then pretending to cry to hide behind Selina if she got caught. Just like when her cats pick fights and then run to her to avoid being beaten up.

Right now her kitten wanted to roam outside and Selina wasn't comfortable with it. Joker had gone missing after that last attack and no one had seen hide or hair. The Gotham underworld is staying quiet, everyone was waiting for the bastard to show his ugly face. Some were cautiously optimistic. No one is going to mourn him if he is gone. Hell Penguin had a whole plan to eradicate any followers of the clown that remained the day the guy is reported dead.

But for now, no one was making any moves until they knew the Joker was either back in Arkham or he called out the bat again. No one had even seen his goons in a while either.

"Mamaa," Ellie wrapped her arms around Selina's stomach as she pleaded with her cat ears drooping.

Selina sighed. If there ever was a safe time in Gotham that would be millennia away. Signal should be on duty right now.

"Fine, but stay on the roof and out of the streets." Selina relented.

Ellie charred as she slid out of the window climbed up the side of the building with her claws.

Selina sighed, she was weak when it came to her girl. Too weak.

Selina checked Ellie's room. It had a loft bed with a cat house/play area under it. A few of the cats played with the dangling bell toys Ellie had hung as decoration. Selina checked the boudoir that held Ellie's favorite things. An assortment of collars/chockers, each made of gems and laid in intricate designs. Ellie LOVED jewelry. Everything that shined and glittered was something she wanted to wear.

One thing Selina knew—the look of someone who had never had someone of their own. That was Ellie. Selina had plucked her out of a gutter, an abandoned Meta that had to make herself small to survive. She had bearly regained her strength when she mentioned her brother—Batboy. Well she didn't know him by that name but she decided the white hair and green eyes. They had been separated after he thought she was dead. It was certainly hard on both of them. No wonder the kid became a vigilante.

Selina was at least happy to know that Batboy was fine with her becoming a thief. The kid hadn't got all sanctimonious yet at least.

Selina pulled out a face bottom of the boudoir drawer and found what she was looking for. Ellie had a habit of storing things she stole that she shouldn't. One of those things are Batman's things. Selina has been passing them back every so often. Selina thought it was cute but recently she stole Robin's sword. She is getting better.

Next to the watches, jewelry, and daggers there was an assortment of snacks. Selina never touched those.

Ellie had been through a lot clearly. She kept a bag hidden in her closet with essentials. It was methodically arranged to go unnoticed and the items chosen made it clear she had been on the streets long enough to know what was important. She packed light as well.

Ellie would hoard food in multiple places because she knew what scarcity was. She never complained about what foods she did get even if she hated spinach and broccoli.

Selina knew she had her work cut out for her but she felt like she was equipped to deal with it.

It was almost dinner and Selina went ahead to start cooking. Just like clockwork, Ellie slithered back in after sunning herself on the roof.

"Mama, Hex High is on!" Ellie called as she picked up one of the cats to move them out of her spot.

"I know, I'm almost finished." Selina called back as she finished putting out the cat food before serving the human food.

"Catarina is going to ask Florian one date!"

"What? A werecat and a fisherman? Doesn't she like Turo still?" Selina asked.

Seriously, that show was addictive. Supernaturals and high school drama has always been popular.

"Yes, he hasn't been showing interest in her since he came back from the Spain trip. She is just trying to get his attention." Ellie said holding up and wiggling one of the long-haired cats.

"Don't annoy Athen. Now come eat."

Elizabeth sighed but she stopped bothering the cat and let him run to his food bowl.

[smitieal]

Danny Has Bat-wings

Part 2

Clockwork would regret the day he taught Danny shapeshifting. The ancient time ghost thought it was wise to educate the prince/apprentice to change his appearance at will to better blend in when he traveled across universes.

Add that to the fact Clockwork has been very lenient with the prince and let him cross as many universes as he desired.

Danny had learned how to make small alterations so far. He started by making himself taller than clockwork but after struggling to cope with low ceilings he stopped. He resorted to using tails and ears of many kinds. He usually took the time to study any animals he wanted to copy and use their traits after figuring out how they worked. He is still years away from a full transformation as his mentor said but he was determined to master at least one.

Danny's greatest discovery so far are wings. He made a full set of wings, bones and all. Although he hasn't figured out feathers (look they are more complex than patches of fur!) so he has bat wings.

Danny was more than proud to show them off to clockwork, practically bouncing off the walls as he darted back and forth.

"Very good Daniel." Clockwork said putting a hand on Danny's head and stopping the boy from moving. "Perhaps you can focus on learning to use your extra limbs now.."

Danny rolled his eyes. He already knew how to fly. He was literally doing it now. Is it really that hard to flap your wings?

Danny took it back, flying is hard.

He had found the rooftops of Bludhaven a good place to practice. Danny understood now why birds pushed their chicks out of the nest as he had to jump off roofs to get enough air to fly. Well, he wasn't flying, yet it was more flapping wildly until he could soften his landing.

Bat wings aren't really made to sit on your back comfortably so Danny had to wrap his wings around his body like a weighted blanket.

Danny learned quickly that dropping down alleyways and having his wings covering him caused people to panic and run. He didn't even get a chance to say sorry. Other times they attacked him calling him "The Bat" or "Batman", which is first off rude, and second, they could have at least called him a vampire or something.

News traveled quickly in Bludhaven right to Detective Grayson that Batman was in town. Which was weird because Bruce should be on a case right now. So it was Nightwing's job to see what was going on.

This "Batman" was clearly not Bruce. Any Gothemite worth their salt could tell that but the people of Bludhaven aren't familiar enough with bats. Speaking of bats, the "Batman" was more of a bat boy. Had ManBat had a kid, probably not.

The kid darted around and jumped from roof to roof with ease. After a few hours of practice, he'd wrap his wings around him and take a quick nap.

Usually, Bruce would demand a file be made on the kid and give him the 3rd degree on why he's here but this was Nightwing's territory. And he thought the kid was harmless if not a bit goofy.

Dick decided to stay quiet on this and letting Bludhaven have its own little Bat Boy. What's more entertaining to watch the kid learn to fly and failing when he tried to land.

[smitieal]

G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̏̃n̵͙̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀Wa̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉

It was a simple mission. Damian was working with Father to confirm the existence of a Lazarus Pit below Gotham, as Ra's Al Ghul speculated. And they had found it, deep in the caves below Gotham. A Pit the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool, bubbling and steaming. He'd only looked away for a moment.

"Kin-slayer."

Standing waist deep in the water stood Damian's reflection. The hair might be white, and the eyes glowing with the waters, but it was his face. But not his face alone.

Danyal's ghost glared at him. "Get in the water."

Father threw a batarang at him, but the metal flew straight through his head like it was air. Danyal didn't even glance at him, his eyes fixed on Damian. "Get in the water," he ordered again. He stepped closer to the shore and the green water sloshed up the bank higher than it was before. "Or I'll raise the tide so high, all of Gotham will die. So get in the water."

Damian's heart jumped into throat. "Wait-"

"Get in the water."

Father shoved Damian behind him, as if it would protect him, as if he could stop Danyal. "Stop this, please-" If he could just explain-

Another step and the waters surged forward, nearly touching Father's boots. "I'll make whirlpools so profound, your entire family will drown," he promised.

"NO!" Not his brother, his kind brother-

"THEN GET IN THE WATER!" Danyal snarled, revealing monstrously sharp teeth and a black tongue from Damian's poison. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" He lunged and Father pushed them back down the passage they'd come. "Don't mistake this for a bluff, brother. You've lived more than enough. Just get in the water." Damian swallowed, throat dry. Was this Danyal's revenge? Did he finally have to face what he had done?

"Robin, who is this?" Father snapped, trying to keep retreating down the cave. But Damian wouldn't let him; the waters, and Danyal with them, would only follow.

Danyal looked between them, scowling. "G̴̩͍͆͆̈́e̵̹̣͆t̷̬̋ ̸̻̮̎̒ĭ̸̟̰͙̏̃n̵͙̝̟̋͐ ̸̛̳̃t̶̪̣̅ḣ̸̳̇͜è̵̠̲͖̔̑ ̶̢̹̖͗͐̀w̵̜͍̤̌a̵̬̞͝ṫ̴̩̣̣e̶͉̲̯͂̏̎r̴̉͜!̷̡͔́̀̽" he snapped again. "I'll take your father and gouge out his eyes, unless you want to stop being a coward and choose to die. Now... get in the water."

[smitieal]

When the Justice League heard of Phantom, they believed they had to act quickly. Based on what they were told by the GIW, a branch of the government they had no knowledge of previously (Batman is working to correct that), the ghost was dangerous and extremely powerful.

A ghost that terrorized a small town that they GIW have tried-and failed- on numerous occasions to send back to the Ghost Zone. The GIW wouldn't have come to the Justice League for help if it were just that, but based on what they have claimed Phantom has achieved an inexplicable rise in power after having met with the King of ghosts himself.

If what they say is true, then ghosts could potentially invade and cause an all-out war with humanity that the Justice League would rather much avoid thank you.

Negotiations for peace or understanding have been repeatedly rejected and the GIW has been led to believe that Phantom has done something to the Fenton couple. The leading ecto-biologists in the world, years of research suddenly wiped clean off and acting much more cordial towards the ghost.

A complete 180.

So much so that you could even claim them to have been mind controlled. Which isn't outside the realm of possibility due to ghosts having an innate ability to overshadow others and control them.

Perhaps even the entire town has fallen under Phantom's control. Even another ghost, who had just been recently opposed to Phantom, has fallen under his control.

So the Justice League had to act fast.

---

Danny was fucked.

He could tell that very, very well. He still didn't have his entire new... dragon thing... under control very well, mostly sticking a half human like form. His powers were stronger yes but he couldn't really control them well.

Which is kinda why he's fucked.

Danny has never heard about the Justice League before, mostly because he had recently found out that apparently Amity Park was isolated. Like, extremely. Basically it's own little world cut off from the rest.

So when they appeared with the GIW he thought, hey, maybe they were finally changing their white suit shtick.

He didn't expect them to be extremely well-trained, have supernatural abilities or magic. Along with their usual tech well.

Yea.

Danny was fucked.

And he was very, very scared.

He's already died once but that didn't mean he wanted to die again, and he knows that he would probably be heavily experimented on if the GIW actually got their hands on him.

He was alone. He was surrounded. He was outnumbered. And he was oh, so very scared.

His family and friends had already fallen (thankfully not dead, just unconscious he thinks) and Vlad was occupied elsewhere, also fighting.

So Danny was alone.

No one would be coming to help him.

So what did he do?

He opened his mouth and did something he didn't do often. Despite that he could see that they somewhat recognized what he was about to do and tried to find cover.

Danny wasn't aiming at them.

He pulled his head back, mouth aimed at the sky.

Danny wailed.

It was waaaay more powerful than he had originally thought, so he was glad he aimed it at the sky.

As soon as it was over he felt drained, swaying on his feet and trying to use his tail to steady himself and not fall off his own claws.

They didn't know what was happening.

Danny just hoped it worked.

---

Neither the Justice League nor the GIW knew why Phantom shot one of his most powerful attacks up into the sky, but they did see the opportunity it presented.

Phantom was weak. Looking like he would fall off his own feet and fall unconscious.

They had to act quickly.

But before they could, from right where Phantom had wailed into the sky.

It cracked.

And continued to crack.

Until a large hole appeared in the sky, leading into a dimension of endless green.

The Infinite Realms.

They believed Phantom was trying to retreat.

They were wrong.

Two roars came from the portal, forcing everyone to cover their ears.

Then.

Something came out of the portal.

A long, serpentine dragon flowed out, flying around the area of the crack before descending down and around Phantom.

Then.

A giant claw grabbed onto the edge of the crack. Pushing against it until it broke, forcing the hole bigger and bigger as a much, much larger dragon stepped out. Standing protectively over the serpentine dragon and Phantom.

A large crown wrapped in flame floating about its head signified its status.

The Ghost King.

[smitieal]

DP X DC Multiverse is a B!tch and a Halfa

So, we've all read the fics where Danny is from a different world where there are no supers, or where there is the Justice League but they either got ignored or communication was cut off. Why not both? Danny's Universe is in the INJUSTICE universe. Could explain why the show feels somewhat cut off, why the things Maddie and Jack do are looked at as weird and not "Oh gods, those are evil scientists!!", and why Vlad can get away with so much (even if we all know Money talks). Could explain why the Ghost Investigation Ward are fairly unchecked too. They're doing GOOD, they're cleaning up messes and trying to contain a hooligan! So, Danny, and everyone else, have experienced the Justice League of the Injustice universe. Have learned not to trust them, have learned to close off from the world in some sense. Why arouse awareness to these issues and have Superman 'clean up' your town? And so, Danny and Pariah Dark fight, Danny wins, and his town is 'returned' home!!... Except it's not home. It's not THEIR universe/timeline! It's the other timeline where the Injustice Timeline never happened. But they're in a small town, they're not going to notice too much, not when they came back from the Infinite Realms and little Danny Fenton is really Danny Phantom! And with no GIW around, Jack and Maddie a bit tamer, all feels well. ... Only, here comes the Justice League, but not as the town know them. They look different, sound different, but they look to Danny/Their Town as a threat. A threat because this town popped out of fucking nowhere, blasting a bunch of death-aura, with TWO portals (counting Vlad's) to a dimension connecting all dimensions. Just an idea.

[smitieal]

My Dad

It is a normal Tuesday evening. Everyone is going about their day, shopping, eating, and even having fun. There is no major event that requires the heroes attention whatsoever.

Right?

Beast Boy: Dude, I was just about to finish the new season. Why can't you attack us tomorrow or next week? *Turns into an elephant and stomps on a parademon*

Cyborg: I would prefer if they don't attack us at all, thank you very much. *Shooting down a few parademons with laser beam*

Nightwing: Guys, focus. Batman just informed me, Darkseid is moving in. We need to evacuate the civilians here, fast. *Dropkicking a parademon*

Suddenly, a big explosion sounded on the opposite side of where they are. All of them look at it and realize that they are no longer connected with the Justice League.

Nightwing: BB, do you think you could check what's going on there?

Beast Boy: On it *Turns into an eagle and flies there to scout*

Beast Boy: Not good. JL is down. We might need to call in back up.

Nightwing: I don't think there is anyone left that we could call. Everyone is already here.

Raven: I could try calling my dad.

Starfire: Trigon? I don't think that's a good idea.

Raven: Not him. My other dad.

Beast Boy: Trigon has a husband? I don't expect that.

Raven: No. It's not like that. Ugghh. It's very hard to explain. Do you want me to call him or not?

Nightwing: Call him. If you think he could help.

Raven: *Takes out a green neon necklace and crush it* Dad, I need help. Darkseid is here.

A green portal appears in front of them. Out of it comes a tall 6 ft 8 guy that towers above all of them. His flaming hair and red eyes gives the impression of not so good people. But since Raven trusts him, they also trust him for now.

Dan: That punk? I thought I already warned him about coming to Earth. *Stares at a distance* Do you want me to save those poor bastards on the ground or just let them be?

Raven: Please save them.

Dan: Alright. But I expect a visit soon. Your aunts and uncle have been pestering me about you. *Patting her head*

Raven: Of course. Can I also bring someone with me? I want to introduce him to you.

Dan: Him? Is it a boyfriend? Which one of you think you are worthy of my daughter? Is it that metal guy? Or that one in blue spandex?

Raven: *Blushes* Dad, we could talk about it later. Darkseid, first. Please.

Dan: Alright, but I totally wouldn't approve of this boyfriend of yours. Make sure he comes prepared for the dinner.

Raven: Yes, yes. Now go.

Dan then flies straight towards Darkseid and tackles him straight into his mothership. Along the way, any parademons in a 1000 meter radius burst into flames as he pummels Darkseid to the ground.

Looking at the fast-paced battle, the Titans just stare as they wonder what should they do now that all the parademons are gone.

Beast Boy: *Just return from scouting* So uh, Raven. What did your dad mean when he said I should be prepared for dinner?

Raven: It's nothing to worry about. Just some fighting and eating. Mostly eating.

Beast Boy: Ouh.

Nightwing: So how is he related to you again? I can't see any resemblance.

Raven: He's my dad.