#Clockwork knew

[flamingpudding]

Substitute City Ghost

Clockwork had a plan. Their young king needed to learn how to take care of people without the kind of hero like fighting he did in Amity Park. There was a lot to learn for the young halfa and his king classes could only cover so much. Thus he had found a plan that would give his king the perfect learning expirence while also helping out his recently new friend. Well not that new since his friend was quite an old ghost of their own. But he had only recently made direct contact with her.

Lady Gotham was an old and powerful ghost. Born from the beliefs of her city and strengthened by the once living and protecting it. But she was stretching herself thin. Managing her city, helping the dead find their way, looking out for the shades, and protecting the weaker entities, was already a lot of responsibilities for a city ghost. But Lady Gotham has added more to her plate, supporting those that protect her city. Mortals that she called her knights. Aiding them by controlling the shadows, guiding those that need help toward them, or the other way around, guiding her knights to those that needed help. She was strong, but even a ghost like her could grow exhausted. His friend needed rest and recharge. Surely Lady Gotham wouldn't say no if he invited her to a vacation to the Realms, and in that same invitation, he would direct his king to his new hands on training.

The bats and birds knew something was different about Gotham lately. It was strange and slightly unsettling. The change felt like it had just happened overnight. They were suspicious, wondering if they were sensing one of their rogues planning something big. Jason and Duke appeared to sense it the most.

At first, it didn't appear to be too big of a problem, but then strange things started to happen. Their rogues started tripping over, seemingly nothing. And if that wasn't enough it appeared like their rogues were a whole lot more inattentive to their surroundings. Now the Bats and birds were good at sneaking, but they had human limits. Yet there were times they snuck up on them like they weren't even seen.

Dick swore that one of the goons had stared at him and didn't see him, even though he had tried to pull the tap their shoulder and greet them before punching them act. The guy had turned around and stared at him before looking around like no one was even there until he punched the guy anyway.

And that wasn't even the weirdest part. Bullets, throwing knives or anything aimed and thrown at them never hit their marks. Not for the lag of them dodging but for the things they were sure they shouldn't have been able to react in time for. Tim espacially had pointed out that a bullet should have hit him once but it never even graced him. Yet when he checked the place after the arrest. There had been a clear bullet hole in the wall where he had been.

They weren't sure if it was a blessing or a curse. They had even tried to get a member of the Justice League Dark to look into it. But strangely enough Constantine had refused to even set foot into Gotham for once, and even insisted that the other do not either.

To say that Batman was not amused would have been a very big understatement. The man was brooding. And of course Dick had to jinx them too. The eldest bat kid had to mention that it at least wasn't getting worse.

And don't you know it. It got worse. Like weirdly alarming strangely worse.

Because, how else would you define it when you're in the middle of a briefing with your patrol partner for the night when suddenly a Lazarus Pit look alike portal opens below your feed swallowed you up and the freaking drops you into the middle of a crime scene or mugging.

It was only thanks to their training that they were able to react quickly enough after a bound of disorientation. But fuck did that gave them all a good damn heart attacks when that happened the first time to Damian of all people.

Something was definitely wrong with their city. Thankfully they had some sort of hint, because the first time the Pit portal happened to Duke, he claimed that he saw a white haired figure right before it had swallowed him hole and spit him out at a bank robbery.

Danny was honestly believing he was doing a good job as substitute city spirit while Lady Gotham was enjoying her vacation. Sure , he still had trouble with some things, but he was sure he was getting the hang of the whole supporting the cities vigilantes gig Lady Gotham had going on. The whole managing the shades and the dead spirits was still up in the air, though. But at least he had figured out a way easier way to guide the vigilantes towards the once that needed help.

Now he just needed to figure out what was wrong with that one guy in the red helmet and he was sure that both Clockwork and Lady Gotham would be proud of him and how he had managed her city during her vacation.

[radiance1]

inspired by this wonderful art made by @puppetmaster13u

So, Danny, cemented king and practically father of the Blob Ghosts and certified little shit.

Has found something new to play with.

For you see, despite his various kidnappings by the GIW Danny was never aware of there being a League of Earth's mightiest heroes at all. He off-handily mentioned them to Henry, who was now genuinely jobless because even though he never got told he knew he was jobless for helping Danny escape and Henry?

Henry did not want any part of this, he's just a civilian he doesn't want to meet the Justice League of all people!

Sadly, Danny did not care at all in the slightest.

Henry was then reminded of why Danny was valued by the GIW and why he also king class ghost entity (the only other known king class was the Ghost King who they barely have any information of). Because he easily, cleared the distance between Amity Park and Metropolis.

Henry, unfortunately, was not used to traveling at such speeds and was left hanging limply in Danny's arm as everything started spinning and thinking he might puke.

Danny, being the child that he is at heart, immediately starts calling out Superman's name. Superman, predictably and unsurprisingly, hears this and comes over questioning who was calling him.

Danny decides to be even more of a little shit by speaking in ghost speak even though just earlier he called out Superman's name in clear English. Henry, the de-facto translator, is out of commission right now so Superman is really just left guessing here.

Unless, you go with the fact that Kyrptonian is a dead language, and since Superman can speak and knows Kyrptonian, Danny's ghost speak is automatically translated to Kyrptonian.

Superman is, understandably, stumped by this occurrence and he may or may not form the idea that Danny might be a Kyrptonian.

Danny then gently places Henry down on the roof, pats him on the head, tells a few blob ghosts to keep an eye on their new littlest sibling while Dad has fun.

Then he turns to Superman, with the most feral, shit eating grin on his face. Cracks his knuckles, and then tells Superman that they're going to have a fight.

He wasn't asking, and before Superman could say anything he's already been punched through the air. Not that it hurt, really, mostly took him by surprise, but now Superman is now in a fight with what may or may not be a Kryptonian.

[nelkcats]

The King's last gift

Danny was tired, tired of being responsible for protecting the world. At first it was just Amity but the ghosts began to explore more and the halfa was exhausted. He was the only hero available and it was taking its toll.

He knew he couldn't go on like this, let alone with his coronation around the corner but he didn't know what else to do. He knew he couldn't interfere with the world after the crown was on his head. The world would fear him (maybe even more than now) and protecting them with so much power in hand could do more harm than good, but if he didn't protect them, who would?

His core ached at the thought of all those people begging for a hero who wouldn't come, so Danny took desperate measures, and cheated a little.

He visited Desiree; she watched him with a raised eyebrow, curious. And Danny did what he forbade long ago, he wished. He wished for the future and for humanity itself, he uttered the words he had wanted to say ever since he knew he would not be able to visit earth for a long time.

"I wish for the world to be safe even when I no longer live in it, I wish for there to be someone who can protect it, even if it's just a human."

Desiree blinked in surprise not expecting the King who had "forbidden" her to do such a thing. She smiled and nodded. Her power grew exponentially but neither she nor Danny said anything about it. The halfa would not undo that wish after all.

In New Jersey, Thomas and Martha Wayne were celebrating the birth of their son. Neither of them noticed the spark of magic entering the baby, nor the boy's unusually blue eyes. Bruce Wayne, the Ghost King's latest gift to mankind, had been born.

And years later, when the Justice League was formed and everyone was talking to each other, John Constantine looked at the dark knight curiously, wondering if he was aware that he was death's favorite.

[phantom-0-writer]

I actually thought of this prompt like forever ago and i rly wanted to write a whole story for it but i couldn't think of a plot that would stick to it and make sense without adding too many outside elements and in my opinion over saturating the story. BUT i do have a bunch of scenes of danny and damian in my head about this also also some danny and other batfam members.

So anyways your order has been delivered...

original prompt: Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

scene two: tim's arch nemesis

table of contents

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scene 01: damian's not-so-very-bad day

“Father, you wanted to speak with me.” Damian said, trugging into his Father’s study late into the afternoon per Pennyworth’s behest. 

Father looked up from his work at Damian’s arrival, Drake gave him a look of annoyance that Damian returned with a sneer. “Damian.” Father greeted as he reached Father’s work station. “I spoke with your principal earlier today.” Damian huffed and crossed his arms in defiance at whatever accusation he was about to be handed, “Put your frown away, you're not in trouble.” Father chuckled lightly. 

Damian frowned. He was not a child, he did not need to be treated like one. 

“There’s a mentorship program at your school.” Father started, Damian raised an intrigued brow at him. 

Perhaps Father had succeeded in seeing his potential, “Well I suppose I wouldn’t mind mentoring one of the many underlings at the so-called academy.” Damian sighed, letting his arms fall to his side, as he looked up at his Father. 

Father blinked at him, processing what he had said, then glanced at Drake who looked like a fraying rope length away from bursting into laughter. “The mentorship program… it’s for you.” Father tried hesitantly. 

“Yes.” Damian nodded in understanding. 

There was an uncomfortable silence from Father.

“He means that you're the one getting mentored.” Drake laughed at him, shoulders shaking. 

Damian turned to Father. But the denial never came. “What!” Damian couldn’t help scream in outrage. “You want me to get mentored by some hillbilly civilian who can't tell a katana from a wakizashi?” He slammed his hands on Father’s table. 

Father looked at him with disapproval, but said nothing, not caring enough to discipline Damian. 

“Hillbilly civilian.” Drake croaked from the corner of the room, draping himself dramatically over one of the side sofas. 

“You’re to meet him first thing tomorrow when you get to school. Here’s his student profile, if you're interested.” Father handed him a singular paper. 

“Father I do not need-” 

“It’s already been arranged Damian, atleast give it a try.” Father said with a sigh, picking up his files again in a silent dismissal of Damian. 

The paper crumpled slightly as Damian stormed to his room.  

Daniel James Fenton. 

“Let’s see how long you last.” Damian eyed the picture of the smiling teen. 

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“Have a good day at school Masters Tim, Thomas, and Damian.” Pennyworth bid, as they all got out of the car. 

“Later, Alfred.” Thomas waved at the butler as he drove off. 

They all walked in the same direction to enter their classrooms, when Drake stopped him in his path. “Ohoho, and where do you think you’re going Damian?” he asked cheekily.

“Tsk.” He was hoping to be able to make it to his class before the others noticed, then continue to evade the principal and other faculty if need be required. To be foiled so early into his plan, furthermore by Drake, was humiliating. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the principal’s office?” Drake continued to smother his victory over Damian. 

“I was just on my way.” He huffed, turning around annoyed. Drake and Thomas snickered as he retreated. 

Damian knocked on the familiar oak doors. “Come in.” Mr. Carson called from the other side. Damian entered, and plopped down on the same chair he sat in every time he had been sent here. “Ah Damian. Goodmorning.” He waited for a reply, but when he realized he wouldn’t be getting one he continued on, “Mr. Fenton should be here any minute, but I’m glad you were able to come here on your own accord.” Mr. Carson talked as he hung up his jacket and took a seat at his chair. 

Damian could only watch the seconds tick by as he sat in that office. He wondered absentmindedly if Fenton didn’t show up would he be free. The knock at the door decimated all hopes Damian had for that. 

“Ah, that must be Mr. Fenton.” Mr. Carson mused out loud, “Come in.” 

Fenton entered the room hesitantly, greeting Mr. Carson with a small smile. Fenton was a scholarship student and held reasonable grades so his intellect was not to be underestimated, though often simply being able to score well on tests did not translate to having adequate life skills. Fenton was taller than Drake, but still average, dark hair, tanned skin, gray-blue eyes. When Damian’s supposed mentor looked at Damian for the first time since he had entered the room, Damian couldn’t help but feel like he was caught in a stare off with a beast. 

The way Fenton examined his surroundings reminded Damian of the League of Assassins. Careful, analytical and tactical. All things Damian had excelled in. But there was something different about Fenton than what Damian had often seen in the League. His eyes were softer than those that had trained Damian. Damian couldn’t understand why his eyes looked like that. 

Fenton smiled at him in a way that was likely meant to be kind, “Hi, you must be Damian. I’m Danny.” He stuck out his hand for Damian to shake. 

Damian did not take the hand, instead he turned to principal Carson, “When can I leave?” He asked board, subtly eying Fenton’s reaction in his peripheral vision. 

“We have to iron out the finer details and the both of you will be free to go until we see each other for our weekly check in every Friday.” Principal Carson started, “Mr. Fenton why don’t you take a seat. 

Undeterred by Damian’s lack of interest, Fenton took a seat. Mr. Carson explained to Fenton his responsibilities as a mentor and what would be expected of him, Fenton in turn nodded along attentively. After his long explanation of the whole program the both of them were free from his office, and excused from classes until lunch to “get to know each other better”.

Damian translated that to having until lunch to show Fenton that he was out of his depth and have him running with his tail between his legs. 

“So…” Fenton drawled trying to buy time to think of something adequate to say no doubt, “How about we go to the library to hang out?” Fenton offered. 

Damian simply huffed in agreement as they made their way to a pair of sofas tucked between the many rows of books. 

“So, Damian, uh, what do you like to do after school?” Fenton asked unoriginally. 

Damian turned so he could meet Fenton eye-to-eye. “Train.” He said honestly. If he plans on scaring him off then leaning into the superficial things he learned in the League would do him well. 

“Oh, you do sports?” Fenton asked inquisitively. Damian was momentarily thrown off by his show of genuine interest in his personal life, but Damian quickly collected himself. Fenton was merely putting on an act to get him to open up, Damian would be a fool to fall for it. 

“No.” He scoffed at the thought of sports, “I train for battle,” He made sure to put as much confidence as he could in his voice. Oftentimes in the past when he had told his peers of his activities they had brushed him off and laughed at him, Damian wondered if Fenton would have a similar reaction. 

“Hardcore.” Fenton nodded in awe.

Damian blinked, “You believe me?” He found himself whispering. 

“Well, yeah.” Fenton responded as if it were the most obvious thing, in fact, he seemed confused as Damian’s bafflement. 

Damian quickly collected himself, “Well of course you should believe me it’s the truth, I’m a highly skilled blade user.” He nodded to himself. 

“Blade user, huh? Do you prefer katanas or wakizashi? Or a classic long sword maybe.” Fenton asked eying Damian as if it would help him find the correct answer. 

“Katanas obviously.” Damian scoffed, “They’re incredibly balanced, strong, and give you incredible control over your attacks. Wakizashi are also a good option if you prefer close combat and if you’re fighting in an area with a lot of obstacles.” Fenton hummed and nodded at his explanation, and Damian found himself continuing, “Long swords are originally from the Bavaria and Switzerland regions during the medieval times-”

[brekitten]

Time Medallion

We've seen that anyone wearing a time medallion isn't affected by timeline changes. What if Danny still has a time medallion in his chest? If, say, a speedster messes with the timeline, Danny would not be affected. When Phantom joins the Justice League, he casually mentions an event that never happened because of said speedster, not realizing the timeline has been changed.

[clxckwork-sun-n-moon]

a couple of little somethings for @scarredlove's Fool Moon from their Royal AU because ho boy Moon got me acting a fool for him

[justwannabecat]

Time Travel can cause many problems.

One of them, of course, is creating a paradox. If the future changes enough that the traveler never actually goes back in time, then there are several rips in reality.

That’s not the only problem that I’m presenting.

What happens when the traveler doesn’t know that it was them? When they think it’s an entirely separate entity?

What happens when Danny Fenton comes to his parents and says “I think I’m possessed by a ghost thousands of years old”?

[dannyphantomiscool]

Ok this DP x DC prompt hasn't stopped haunting me for days so-

Danny is Superman's grandfather.

It's the classic setting; Danny is overworked and overwhelmed from his Ghost King duties, so Clockwork kicks him off to another dimension for a vacation.

Danny ends up on Krypton.

Danny falls in love and has a child.

Danny is forced to let everyone he loves die, only able to help save his grandson, bc interfering here would cause even worse things in the time-stream.

(Danny never forgives Clockwork for putting him somewhere with a time-limit.)

[aurorarosesposts]

{Marriage Between An Ancient and A Butler}

I lose my motivation with this, but I was determined to at least finished this first part. I wanna make more part, but like I said, I kinda lose my motivation here. I was inspired by @mortiferumsomnum so you may notice the name Clockwork uses. Anyhow, hope you enjoy!!

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Alfred Pennyworth is a private man.

He like to keep things to himself, especially his private life. All the relationship Bruce knows about is Alfred's daughter, Julia Pennyworth; his interactions with his daughter were straind to say as least. Maybe that's why Bruce didn't pry more then what he knows from Alfred. Last thing he need is bring more distress to his perso-father then he needs to. Alfred may not say it, but taking care a family of vigilants has got to take a toll.

Besides, his kids would never forgive him if anything happens to Alfred; and to be honest, neither does he.

So when he heard that his butler got married, well, surprise is an understatement. All the times Alfred went on vacations should have raise some red flags but like he said, Bruce doesn't wanna prayed. He just assume that he's spending time with his daughter.

[He really should have known, he knows that he only has Julia and even she's busy on most day. Bruce just assume that it's for himself, which is true.]

[Oh, if only he knew.]

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It all started on a normal monday in Gotham, with a attack in a park. Ah, nothing to start your day them a rouge attack. That's Gotham for you.

But that's where things get complicated.

Batman was dispatch alongsides Robin in order to help Signal with the new threat. The new threat was a meta with a weird obsesssion of boxes.

Bruce is very sure it was a meta when he's flying around yelling about boxes. Batman doesn't fight in broad daylight but there's no way Bruce would let Duke fight it alone. Now if only this meta wasn't so slippery. He was force to call backup.

"Now you y'all will face my wrath, mortals!" the Box man said, throwing more and more boxes at them. "How many boxes does this guy have?!" Red Hood yelp, almost falling face -helment- first to the ground. Batman grunted, he can't help agreeing with Red Hood. He and Spoilers were there to provied help, but the meta's stamina is unmatched.

Even Damian was getting tired. Hell, HE, the BATMAN himself felt tired; that's an understament, he's fucking exhausted.

But he has to focus, unless he wanted to be six feet under. If only they knew the meta weaknesses, but he seem to have most of J'onn abilities. Duke and Steph were distracting the box craze man as he, Damian and Jason stop and catch a break; they need to figure out a plan to stop this meta. He's not hurting anyone -besides their egos- but he's still is an unknown and Bruce isn't taking any chances.

He tap into his comm.

"Oracle, what do we know?" Bruce sighed. He really need a hot bath after this. He could hear keys smashing on the other end. Not good.

"Nothing, Batman. Absolutely nothing! There got to be something but I couldn't find anything matching the meta's description. I'll keep looking, but until then-" more key smashing, "- you're on your own," she ended the statement with a heavy sigh. Crap, not good at all.

"Tell Red Robin to take over comms, Oracle, and you keep searching," he ordered. Tim was bench due to an injury he got from a previously protrol. He could take over while Babs search for any infomations about the situantion and weaknesses that the meta has. Just then, his youngest son shouted; "Father, Signal and Spoilers are losing their strength. We must help them!" Robin pointed to where both vigilants and the man went.

"So what'cha we waiting for? Let's go!" Red Hood was already running to the direction they went. Batman nodded to his Robin and they went after Red Hood.

But he felt something bad pooling in gut. Bruce hope it's just his worries.

[He shouldn't have just listened to his mind.]

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Alfred Pennyworth is a private man.

That in itself should not so surprising considering that not a single person in his little family of crime fighting vigilants/detectives nor his estranged daughter knew that he gotten' married to an inmortal and Ancient Being name Horatio Clockwork. The fact that he added his own name as his last name is so dumb that it worked. Just how Mister Kent do with his glasses.

Either way, he is not changing his last name with his husband.

Alfred is on a day off, as Master Bruce wanted him to rest for awhile; he thinks he's spending time together with Julia, but she's busy so he's spending time with his husband instead. Spending time with his beloved as he talked nonsense all while walking on the sidewalk, hands interwinds with each other.

"I'm telling you, I do loved the boy, not that I'll admit it in front of him, but he's getting on my nerves. I swear his doing it on purp-" Horatio cuts mid sentence as he saw that Alfred stopped dead on his track, looking at a window to a tech shop.

"Alfie? You okay?" He asked.

Both lovebirds stopped and watched as the TVs displays the lastest rouge attack. But it isn't the regular rouge or some random wannabe villain.

Both of they're eyes wided as they realized the Box Ghost- aka Boxy, is in Gotham, in broad daylight.

Horatio's eyes flases red, silently in rage that Boxy was here. He thought that Danny told them to leave the mortal plane alone. "Oh he's getting soup alright," Horatio snarled. He knows that Danny is having a vacation, so they're going to have to take care of this mess.

He walks to the direction Boxy heading, silently fuming and cursing said ghost in all the colorful language he could think of. Holding Alfred's hand as gentle as can be, they head out. Alfred sighs; married to an Ancient Being who is also the mentor of The Ghost King Of The Infinate Realm does has some downside. Guess their get-together could be postponed to another date.

[Although, he must admit, Horatio being mad is kinda hot.]

[He loves his husband alright, sue him.]

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"Uhhh...guys. I see Alfred on the camera, he's on the pathway of the meta-" a barrage of curses and yelling can be heard.

"WHAT-"

"ALFRED?! WHERE IS HE?-"

"DRAKE! WHERE IS PENNYWORTH?!-"

"OH FUCK WHA-"

Bruce was horrified; his butler, his father, is heading throws danger. "Tim, find the way to warn Alfred. Now," Bruce growl.

He can't lose him. He can't lose another-

"B, the cameras' busted! I can't see him! I'm sending you the coordinates now!"

Fuck.

Jason was sprinting throws the location given. Bruce and Damian hot on his heels. The three of them rounded a corner to a dimly lit hallway. This reminded Bruce when he was young-NO-

NONONONONONONONONO-HE CAN'T- HE- HE CAN'T LOSE ANOTHER!

Not again- Not-

In a middle of the damp hallway is Alfred, and a man. The man has mid length white hair, he's wearing a purple sweater with some sort of pattern on it. He stood there, calm and quite; while Alfred was standing beside him, hands on the man shoulders, talking to the man with hush tones and is unharmed. Bruce sighed, he's safe and sound. Maybe the man Alfred with was a friend of his.

"...Sir, are you okay?" Bruce called out, hand reaching out. As much as he would like to call his name, he's still Batman and he can exposed himself to the man Alfred with.

Both men turned around. Jason gasped, Damian's eyes wided behind his mask; he could hear the shouts of others on the comms, asking if they're alright. Bruce didn't answered.

Alfred was unharmed, but the man's eyes flashes a bright red, almost like he's about to blast them with his lazer. But that's not the shocking part; it's what the man said next that truly take them out by surprise.

"My beloved, stand back." The man snarled at them, unaware that he just threaten his husband's son and grandsons.

Jason's words described perfectly about the situation.

"What the fuck???"

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That's all there is! I kinda lose my motivation there. But! If you guys can add to this, that'll be amazing! I really want to know where you takes this!!! Anyway, hope you like it and have a great day!(⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

[kristsune]

ive been listening to clockwork bird, and i got to the part where advertising for spirit box radio started and ugh i already miss it. i love the music so much. hanging sloth studios really just does amazing work. highly recommend

[realititrip]

a glitch in time changed my brain chemistry i will never be the same

[radiance1]

Danny accidentally pissed off an Ancient, super powerful wizard.

Ok, so maybe he should have listened to Clockwork and not going in that portal he specifically told him not to go in on multiple occasions. But he was curious ok!

Why did he have to be turned into a stuffed doll anyways!? What's with old guys and really weird ways of getting back at people!? Why is their humor so broken!?

...Ok, maybe it is just a little bit funny.

And it was even funnier when Vlad got the same treatment. Who cares if he doesn't even have vocal cords anymore, he can speak in fucking squeaks so he's going to laugh his ass off!

It's unfair that even when turned into a doll, Vlad is taller than him. What did he even do to piss of the same wizard anyway?

Vlad wasn't happy with being turned into a stuffed toy, maybe a bit happy that he's still taller, but still. He has a business to run and a married woman to woo, how the hell is going to do either now?!

Their powers surprising weren't sealed, so they could still fight. Vlad tried to go after the wizard before getting his shit rocked because, oh yea, it was a wizard of the Ancient variety. So he promptly got his ass beaten, Danny was honestly just there to watch, point, and laugh.

Why the hell is an Ancient wizard who is very much alive be living in the ghost zone anyway? The wizard said that where they are isn't in the ghost zone, but is connected to it via Clockwork's lair, also, can't an old man just have his solitude? He also pointed out how neither of them should have been here in the first place.

Which Danny supposed was fair.

Said wizard then waved his staff and shoved the two out of his house. Maybe he was still mad, but did he really have to place them above a dumpster? An open dumpster at that.

They pulled themselves out the dumpster and just sat there in that alleyway for an undetermined amount of time. Before Vlad pipped up and said it was Danny's fault he was in this mess, Danny didn't take it lying down and screamed (read, squeaked) at Vlad, to which Vlad screamed back. Along with verbal arguing they also argued in ghost speak, slamming into the other with the full brunt of their emotions and taking it to a much deeper level.

When a nine-year-old Billy Batson heard very loud squeaking coming from an alleyway, he didn't know what to expect. Maybe a dog playing with a squeaky toy, or something, not two stuffed dolls- who are very animated and very much alive- to be having what looked like an argument with each other.

Three years later, when Billy Batson awoke to find himself in a subway, he was very much surprised to find out that both his two best friends had history with the guy who then proceeded to give him superpowers.

[nelkcats]

Not the son you were looking for

The Fentons were sure that their son was dead. They didn't understand why Phantom pretended to be their little Danny, nor why he made so many illogical excuses like "being a hybrid" and so on. At first they played along, but they were angry, angry that the truth was being kept from them, angry because they were sure that the supposed hero had done something to their son, and he even managed to trick Jazz!

It all made sense when Phantom was declared Ghost King, of course, he surely had Danny captive! It shouldn't be hard for the King of the Dead to manipulate a soul, maybe he was gaining power from that. They were sure, they had seen the King argue with one of his ghost-capturing devices and keep it always guarded, a big secret surely.

Unfortunately for them, the GIW had disbanded, so they had to turn to their second choice: The Justice League. It was an organization of heroes that had only recently formed, but the Fenton's were sure they would help them, so they contacted them and explained the situation. The League was skeptical but when they heard that a child might be in danger they acted immediately.

They didn't confront the King directly, they weren't idiots, but they stole the thermos, willing to give the child trapped in it a break. They could deal with the Ghost King later.

Unfortunately for everyone, as soon as the Fentons hit the "release" button what came out was not their son's soul, no. Dan Phantom watched them with a wide grin, free for the first time in years. The League had a feeling they had made a grave mistake.

[echoheart]

Absolutely tragic when you have a super old fic you once read trapped in your head but you're pretty sure whatever site that was doesn't even exist anymore and you're doomed to remember it from afar

[thousand-winters]

Rereading TID I have realized I forgot a LOT, mostly because I haven't read these books in many years, but that's sort of fun, I'm delighted at finding details I had forgotten about.

But you know what, I don't think we talk enough about that one Tessa-Mortmain confrontation at the end of Clockwork Angel. No matter how much I forgot, now that I remembered so clearly.

It's just a very clever and fun scene. Crafty ways to temporarily win a fight when you're not a warrior. Also delightful historic reference.

[actualartistgrill]

Hiii evil women hiiiii <3