#Danny has Issues

[mouldycakes]

"There is something wrong with the way that I am built. I... I can't, uh, I can't just enjoy happiness like regular people, you know? [...] every time something good happens in my life, I... I just I think of when it's gonna end. That's all I can think about." - Danny (S04 E19)

Original HERE.

I saw it on Twitter and wanted to have it and suffer over here ;_; Transcript of the whole conversation in 4x19 + some thoughts:

Steve: She's pretty.

Danny: What?

Steve: Amber. Can tell she really cares about you, too.

Danny: Yeah, I'll probably screw it up like I do everything else. Right? Not in my DNA to be happy.

Steve: I didn't mean that. That's not what I meant. (Earlier, Steve had said: "Danny, if she (Amber) was the same age as you, you would come up with a different excuse, whatever you need, because you can't be happy. It's impossible for you; it's not in your DNA.")

Danny: No, I'm officially agreeing with you. There is something wrong with the way that I am built. I.. I can't, uh I can't just enjoy happiness like regular people, you know?

Steve: You don't think you're being a little hard on yourself?

Danny: No, I don't. When I was a kid, my parents would go out to eat dinner. And if they were late coming home, I used to imagine that they died in a car wreck, just 'cause they were 15 minutes late. And I used to talk to God and beg him. I said, "Please just take my dad, not my mom." 'Cause I couldn't live without my mom. I mean, every time something good happens in my life, I... I just I think of when it's gonna end. That's all I can think about.

Steve: (seriously concerned) You for real?

Danny: Yeah.

Steve: That's not normal.

Danny: I know it's not normal. Listen to this. On my wedding day, I'm looking at Rachel, just about to say "I do." And all I can see is the day she's gonna serve me with divorce papers. No joke. And I... I don't know, man. The only sustained happiness I ever felt in my life so far is Grace. And, you know, it's just a matter of time before she turns 18, and then she's out the door and she marries some schmuck. I don't know.

Steve: (serious) You got to change, man. You can't live like that.

Danny: Well, I'd like very much to change. It's just not so simple, you know?

-- after losing Billy, Rick(kinda), Grace, Meka, Matt, all the stuff with Rachel and her mother, Gracie being taken away from him almost 3? times, being used as spare parts for Charlie -because if he hadn't been sick, Danny would have never known Charlie was his son and wow if that isn't a punch to the gut-, being there for his mother and sisters when they need something and then they just go 'kay thnx bye' and disappear, all the brushes with death Steve's had, plus his own, plus the stress of worrying about everyone, plus being kidnapped tortured shot and afterwards being basically abandoned by his best friend while barely out of hospital unable to walk unassisted I'm also mad Steve didn't answer his text or his last words wtf Steve?! , not to mention the casual way Danny talks about killing himself through the seasons... and I'm pretty sure I'm forgetting some stuff! man, Danny needs therapy ;_; (and I need to rewatch :D)

EDIT: HOLY SHIT I forgot about Reyes and Colombia, what did all that go - they beat the sht out of him and the guilt he had (and boy if that's not a nice starter for Danny whump... they could have probably done something else and not just beat him up...)

I have lost count also of how many people spell it Columbia and not Colombia in fanfics; un saludo pa' mis hermanos latinoamericanos.

[dclovesdanny]

“You came” “you called” x Dead on Main

Danny had never been someone’s first choice. Not as himself at any rate. No one wanted Danny. They wanted Phantom or Fenton or Little Badger or Halfa or Great One-

Danny had never felt like anyone wanted just Danny.

Not until today, when Red Hood, his boss and crush friend, broke in to the room with glowing green eyes. Danny knew his boss had been watching this group of human traffickers, knew he had been using them to track people. He knew his boss was trying to use these guys to track down a major event, that Red Hood coming in right now was definitely going to make it harder to take down the ring.

He opened his mouth, a million questions in his head, but only two words escaped as his boss stopped in front of him.

“You came.”

Red Hood smirked, his domino mask a stark contrast to the usual red helmet, but Danny liked it. Danny needed to see the devotion in Red Hood’s eyes as he untied Danny, holding his wrists gently and rubbing at the rope marks.

“You called.” Red Hood whispered, and Danny felt his heart melt, and finally let him collapse into Red Hood’s arms. He was safe now.

His mate boss would protect him.

[liketolaugh-writes]

The other thing about Sam being such a teenager - a headcanon that is nonetheless supported by many canon elements - is that her being a baby activist is... not necessarily a good thing.

It's very promising in the long run! It shows that she cares about other people, she cares about ethics, and she is trying very hard to think about her impact on the world, and those are all good things.

But she's also extremely bossy, extremely self-righteous, and when you're a fourteen year old with two best friends that just... aren't very good at asserting themselves, it makes it really, really easy to hurt people by accident. I think, given what we see about Sam and how she interacts with them, it would be easy for her to dismiss them as Boys™️ and therefore The Oppressor Class.

Because Sam... kind of reads like a terminally online Tumblr kid. And that wasn't an archetype that existed in the 2000's, obviously, but Sam fits it to a T. She seems like someone that would know all the terminology, who would know who all the 'oppressor' classes and all the 'victims' were, who would be really into identity politics in the way where she weaponizes them, because she's fourteen and nuance is still hard for her.

She seems, in other words, like someone who would chew Danny out for using the word 'dysphoria' if he wasn't trans (but was maybe trying to find a word for why his body post-portal felt so bad sometimes.) Like she would demand room to express her emotions without remembering to give Tucker and Danny room for theirs, because they're Boys (even though Tucker is black and Danny is abused and getting space for their emotions is just as hard for them.) Like she would have a list of Social Justice Facts that she applies uncritically, and won't realize what she's doing for years.

And to be honest, I think this would be a really fun character arc for Sam! The sort of thing I would have loved to see in canon. Where she realizes, suddenly, how much she talks over people, how much she talks over her friends, and that maybe sometimes she's... not right, even though she knows All The Right Words.

(But until she realizes that, I also think that Sam could do a lot of damage to Danny and his guilt complex in particular.)

[stealingyourbones]

DPxDC the Olympics AU.

Jazz is competing for sharpshooting

Dick is competing for team gymnastics

Y’all can work it out from there :)

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny has been de-aged, and his memories are fuzzy but not entirely gone.

He knows that something is wrong, that he’s missing something important, but he has no idea what. He doesn’t even fully know who he is—nor does anyone else he’s met in Gotham. And no matter how much he wracks his brain, he can’t seem to figure it out.

Sure, he sometimes remembers snippets. But he can never follow them anywhere, the trains of thought slipping away from his grasp far too quickly to analyze.

He’s not sure quite how much time he’s lost just spiraling about how if he could just fucking think straight for once maybe it’d all be fine, but it’s certainly been a lot.

At first, he’d debated going to the police to ask for help. But even before he heard the stories from other street kids, something in his gut told him not to. To avoid anything connected to the government. To hide. To never let anyone know he has powers.

Combined with the half-remembered nightmares of being cut open, it doesn’t paint a good picture in his mind.

Sometimes, a terrified piece of him wonders if this is all there was, if his entire life was constrained to those white-walled cells until he escaped into Gotham’s streets. He tries not to think about that option too much.

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[yourlocalcorviddad]

Ok Ok so.

In dpxdc stories. Danny always gets assumed to be sick or uses it as an excuse or whatever to hide his powers right?

What if he wasn't lying?

It wasn't something easily noticed, not when half a dozen other things could explain it after all.

The shakes lingering? Well he'd used his ice powers a lot the night before fighting Skulker.

The faint feeling and lightheadedness? Well his mom had a good shot when people didn't interfere, and while he healed fast, it wasn't from nothing; he felt better after he ate anyway.

Heart racing suddenly? Probably just attempting to regulate the low beat on reflex again to seem normal but over shot it.

But the getting out of breath or spotty vision hadn't really been easily explained.

It was Mr. Lancer who asked about it after he'd gotten up from his seat in detention-happening less and less for actual reasons and more an opportunity to safely do his work and rest, after the truce with the ghosts to leave him and the town be during certain hours-only for the next thing he knew he was on the floor, head pillowed on Mr. Lancer's sweater, and a cool wet paper towel on his forehead and neck.

POTS. Post orthostatic tachycardia syndrome. Not uncommon for those who had had injuries too their hearts to get.

It made sense when the teacher asked if he could have it. Apparently a friend of his's daughter had it.

From there, it made things easier to an extent. Salt was pretty easy to add, he figured out a wrist brace that he could extend into a cane if needed to.

In ghost form he didn't need it at all, but human form had its limits.

Despite all that he'd gone through, he graduates and even gets accepted to a college near jazz, hers was in Metropolis but Gotham had the ambient ectoplasm that he needed, and it was a day trip away.

And so Gotham U became his home, especially after his parents couldn't take that he wasn't "their son" anymore when he told them-after moving everything and getting his cheap apartment set up just in case. He considered it lucky that they loved their son enough they couldn't hunt "his ghost".

Last he'd heard they were working closer with the GIW but hadn't had much luck since the portal strangely closed soon after he left and the other ghosts didn't feel much reason to visit Amity anymore without him there.

It was Gotham U where he met Dick by literally fainting into his arms after a long day where he'd forgotten to eat and the early dinner the night before plus the going down the stairs at a quick pace and leaning forward with gravity.

"sorry, couldn't help falling for you~" the cheesy pick up line was the only thing his foggy brain could comprehend before he fainted.

[ghostbsuter]

"You know I'm here for school?" He casually mentions, rubbing his hands after Red Robin cut the rope.

"Yeah?"

"I did not expect the amount of maiming I'd get."

The teen vigilante is silent, staring at him.

"Have you thought of switching campus?"

Danny scoffs. "I won't let some assholes stop me from gaining knowledge, I know the Ancients are watching me as we speak, Nocturn especially hoping I'll fail." As the sentence went on, his face adapted a darker look, grin edging on insanity.

Red Robin leans back.

"Anyway, thanks for the save!"

Without waiting, he leaves. RR can't even do anything, done himself with the situation.

"Red Robin, did you identify the hostage?" Batman's gruff voice rings through the comm.

It has the teen pinching his nose. "It was danny again."

Silence.

(Gotham is just funny like that. If only Danny didn't get kidnapped the very next day when he and his new bestie, Tim dra-something, were going to a nice café.

Maybe Tim will forgive him if he gives him some homage fudge?)

[too-much-tma-stuff]

Not Without Me (part 3)

Part 1, part 2

Jason was still absolutely furious, and grieving about what had happened with Bruce, despite Danny’s best efforts to comfort and look after him. The Joker’s death had helped a lot but there were so many other villains out there, and now with the knowledge that Bruce would never change Jason’s thoughts turned to Tim. The new Boy Wonder, going out night after night and putting himself in danger for the sake of adults who Should know better! Leading the Teen Titans and Still working with Batman, when did the fucking kid sleep?!

What was it going to take for everyone to realize he shouldn’t be out on the field?! Maybe an argument could be made for some of the more powerful teen heroes like Superboy, but Tim was Just a teenager! A super smart one sure but he could get hurt so easily, he could die just like Jason had. Was it going to take a serious injury to show them what a bad idea it was? 

And maybe a part of Jason did blame Tim, not for his death obviously, but for taking Robin from him when it had been his pride and joy. It had meant everything to him, and it seemed like between the original Boy Wonder and the new genius boy Jason had nearly been forgotten. 

So no he wasn’t thinking particularly logically when he got ready to go to Titan’s tower, and the closest thing he had to a plan was to get Robin alone and beat the shit out of him until he agreed to put the suit back in the memorial case where it belonged! The anger spiraled up and out as Jason prepared to leave, working himself up into a cold, green tinged fury.

He hadn’t told Danny what he was planning to do, and he hadn’t on purpose. Danny was loyal and sometimes almost too submissive, but Jason seriously doubted his boyfriend would let him do this. Maybe that ever-permissive Danny would have stopped him should have been a sign to Jason he really Shouldn’t, but he was not thinking logically in that moment. His blood was rushing in his ears, which was probably why he didn’t notice someone else was there until the door slammed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Danny demanded and Jason looked up to see him standing in front of the door, arms crossed and legs planted staring Jason down. His head was lifted and there was a stubborn set to his jaw that Jason Hated seeing because it meant Danny was not backing down. Alright, he hated seeing it directed at him, when Danny directed this at other people Jason thought it was hot as hell.

“Out,” Jason practically snarled, slinging his bag over his shoulder and stomping towards the door in the vain hope that Danny would get out of his way.

“Like hell you are, not till you tell me Where you’re going worked up like this! What happened?” Danny demanded, and did not move an inch. When Jason got too close and tried to push past Danny he grabbed Jason and pushed him back hard. It was easy to forget how Strong he was.

“Don’t fucking touch me right now,” Jason snarled at Danny who stepped forward, infuriatingly fearless. 

“Or what? You’ll hurt me? Good, then we can actually have a productive conversation about this.” Danny accused, jabbing a finger against Jason’s chest. 

Jason grabbed Danny’s wrist without even thinking and twisted, throwing Danny over his shoulder and to the floor. He tried to bolt towards the door but felt a hand around his ankle and fell heavily as well. He’d only managed to roll over onto his back before Danny was on top of him, his own sharp teeth bared in fury. “You’re not running away from me, Jason!” He hissed as Jason struggled under him, still with just barely the presence of mind to be trying to get Away! If he started fighting Danny, or beating him properly there was no way Jason would be able to stop until he’d tired himself out and wouldn’t Want to go after Tim anymore.

Danny wasn’t going to let go though, and Jason’s eyes widened behind his mask when Danny lunged down, his teeth clamped down on Jason’s shoulder, tearing through his shirt and into his flesh easily. He howled and flipped them both over, the pain and perceived threat of someone near his vulnerable throat finally making him lose control. 

By the time the green retreated from Jason’s vision again his knuckles were bloody and bruised. He was breathing heavily and his shoulders ached, and not just where Danny had bit him but the muscle ache of exertion. Under him Danny panted, eyes closed tight and bruises still fading slowly from his skin under Jason’s stunned gaze. 

He pulled off his helmet and cupped Danny’s face with gentle hands. Danny opened his eyes again and looked up at Jason, eyes bloodshot and suspicious. Jason gave him a small smile and Danny relaxed, smiling back and lifting his arms to drape them around Jason’s shoulders, they were heavy, Jason could practically see that fatigue dripping off of Danny. He kissed his boyfriend gently and sweetly, peppering feather light kisses over any lingering bruises as Danny gave a soft, happy sigh. 

“I need a bath,” Danny murmured softly. Even though the wounds healed the soreness lingered sometimes, baths helped, even if there wasn’t blood down Danny’s face and staining the collar of his shirt. Jason must have given him a bloody nose a few times over.

“Of course,” Jason murmured and got up off of Danny, helping him to his feet before scooping Danny up in a bridal carry. He was light, Jason’s arms weren’t too tired to carry his lover. In the bathroom Jason set Danny down on the counter and kissed him again softly before putting the plug in the tub and started the water running. He grabbed a dark coloured cloth and wet it before handing it to Danny so he could clean the worst of the blood off his face.

Out of habit he turned to leave, Danny still hadn’t let Jason see him with his shirt off so when he bathed he did it alone. But not this time it seemed, Danny grabbed Jason’s arm before he could leave the room, eyes wide and a little panicky. Shit, Jason didn’t mean to upset him! Did Danny still think Jason would try to sneak away once he was out of sight?

“No, please stay,” Danny said softly, looking like he might cry which was a knife in Jason’s heart honestly. 

“Of Course I’ll stay, I just thought-, I mean you’re not going to bathe with your shirt on,” He said, trying to make a joke as he stepped forward to wrap his arms around Danny. For the moment he’d almost forgotten why he was angry before, they’d have to talk about it soon but taking care of Danny came first.

“Well, no, but I don’t want to be alone right now and you’re going to have to see the scars eventually anyway. I just don’t like looking at them, or thinking about them really, but… ya.” Danny sighed and leaned back, finally stripping off his shirt as Jason braced himself, then carefully controlled his reaction and pushed down his nausea. 

Danny’s scars were… extensive. They didn’t make Jason sick because they were unattractive of course, far from it, but because of the story they told. There was the lichtenberg scar Danny had shown him before, branching up his arm and curling over his chest, but that was probably the least disturbing. The most were the surgical wounds. Straight and clear forming a pronounced Y on Danny’s chest and abdomen, there were straight ones down both of his arms, and a vertical one up the front of his throat, though that one was just slightly less pronounced to the point it could be missed on first glance, out of contact with the rest of This.

Jason knew Danny didn’t scar easily, even when Jason had stabbed him in the shoulder the wound had not scarred. How bad, how extensive, how Deep had these wounds been, that they scarred like that?

Jason realized he was staring, and Danny was looking at him with concern slowly transitioning into panic. Jason stepped closer, leaning against the counter between Danny’s legs when he opened them for him, resting his hands on Danny’s soft hips. He pressed his lips against Danny’s forehead, hearing it as Danny let out a shuddering breath he must have been holding. 

“I just… wish that hadn’t happened to you Danny. And I really wish it wasn’t taking so long for my hackers and agents to find out Where the other GIW bases are, I want to tear those people apart,” He said. He could feel the Pits stirring just slightly inside him, though they were too spent to really react right now. 

“I could probably find them myself if I tried, but honestly I’m scared. I’m not sure I’m ready to face them again,” Danny said softly and Jason sighed.

“I get that Danny, it’s okay,” He promised. He wanted to blow up those bases ASAP, especially since they might be hurting other people, but he couldn’t Force Danny. Hopefully his people would find out more soon and Jason might be able to handle it on his own, maybe with some help from old friends.

The bath had finished running so Jason turned away from Danny to turn it off while he undressed the rest of the way. Jason gave him a hand to steady him as Danny stepped into the water and sank down into it with a sigh. Jason sat beside the tub, leaning against the edge and holding one of Danny’s hands as he relaxed. He’d wash off the remainder of the blood when he was ready to get out so he wouldn’t be soaking in bloody water till then. 

“So, where were you headed That upset?” Danny asked, watching Jason with half lidded eyes. 

“You know, one of these days I’m actually going to be going to do something time sensitive and you stopping me like that is going to cause problems,” Jason grumbled without heat. He knew he was a liability at times when his rage really took over and needed Danny with him then more than ever. Danny knew it too judging by the disbelieving huff he gave Jason in response. “I was… not being rational, I was freaking out about the new Robin.

“He’s just a kid like I was, I don’t want him to die,” Jason muttered, crossing his arms over the edge of the tub and resting his chin on them.

“So what were you planning to do? Kidnap him?” Danny asked calmly.

Jason avoided his gaze. 

“Jason… you weren’t planning to hurt him were you?” Danny asked, and his disappointment was cutting and gentle. Jason’s shame was deep and heavy, making him shrink into himself.

“I thought maybe if I showed him how dangerous it was, how easily he could die he might Want to stop,” Jason muttered, barely audibly. 

“You DID die and nearly the first thing you did once you came back was hop back into costume! Do you really think that would stop him when it didn’t stop you?! He doesn’t seem like he’s any less stubborn,” Danny accused him.

Jason groaned and buried his face in his arms, but didn’t let go of Danny’s hand. He was right of course, Jason had been being an idiot, driven by emotion and the blood rushing in his ears. He should have talked to Danny about this ages ago. “No, it wouldn’t have stopped him. So what do we do?” Jason asked, his voice muffled. 

He felt Danny’s other hand in his hair and leaned in to the soothing touch a little, letting him card his fingers through Jason��s hair. “I know you’re not going to like this Jason, but I don’t think we can make him stop.” Danny said softly and Jason let out a sound that was half a groan and half a growl. “He won’t stop for pain, if we kidnap him we won’t be able to keep him and drawing that much attention to ourselves would definitely be a mistake. We can’t make him stop, but we can probably help him.”

Jason hummed and peaked at Danny who was gazing into the middle distance thoughtfully. “Danny? What are you thinking?” Jason asked a little warily. 

“What did you need when you were Robin? What would have made you stop?” Danny asked, looking back down at Jason. 

It was his turn to fall silent, thinking deeply about that question. He sighed and shifted, leaning his back against the edge of the tub and stretching his legs out in front of him. He tilted his head back to stare at the ceiling in contemplation. “Someone.. Who would support me unconditionally. Bruce didn’t Make me be Robin, but a lot of the time it felt like it was the only way I could get his attention. Being rewarded for Not going out… help?” He said with a vague little gesture of his free hand.

“Can we try to do that for him? If we can get in contact with him we can offer him support, places to hide if he needs a break from Bruce, help with homework? Whatever he needs. At first he’ll probably take advantage of that as an opportunity to spy on us, but as long as we’re careful about it, that could be our in,” Danny suggested.

“What would I do without you,” Jason sighed, looking at Danny with his damn heart in his eyes as Danny gave him a fond but sardonic smile. 

“Apparently, nearly beat a teenager to death,” Danny said and Jason groaned, his head thunking back against the side of the tub.

“How long is it going to take for you to let that go?” He asked preemptively. 

“Never,” Danny replied blithely. “I will bring it up every time I need to remind you Why you need to talk to me before doing something drastic.” 

Jason groaned again, but he definitely deserved that.

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Instead of breaking into Titan Tower to fight Tim, Jason broke in to leave him a note in his room.

Hey Timmy (A.K.A. Replacement)

I know I’ve made a pretty damn terrible first impression but I want you to know that it’s not you I’m mad at. I understand wanting to be Robin, I loved the role more than anything before it killed me, and even though I don’t want any more dead kids I don’t think I can make you give it up. 

But you know it’s dangerous, we both do. If you ever get in over your head, you need a place to hide, get in over your head in a fight? Hell, you need help with your homework. I'm really good with English and Hyena knows more than anyone I’ve met about Astronomy.  

If the old man is with you we won’t let you in, but if You need anything you can call me, or come to the Alley. As long as you’re alone you are welcome, and I swear on my own grave no one will hurt you.

Red Hood

Masterpost

[vyheris]

DPXDC Prompt #8

The Fenton siblings stick together. There was never any question about it. Even when Danny accidentally half killed them with the portal accident. He tripped, okay? Who puts the on switch inside the damn thing anyways!? Even when Danielle had that one murderous phase, thinking she needed to prove herself. It was Vlad's fault for trying to manipulate her to his side. Even when Dan went on a rampage and destroyed most of Amity Park. In his defense he thought they all died for real this time. Jazz was the only exception, though the others begged to differ if they counted all the times she decked them after each of the listed incidents. So what if it was deserved?

The point is, despite everything, they will always have each other's back even against their own parents.

Or the Fenton siblings run away together after a reveal gone wrong. They end up in Gotham and find themselves inexplicably entangled with the Wayne family. To make matters worse, the Bats are seemingly everywhere, so it might only be a matter of time before one of them slips up and uses their powers in front of the 'no metas allowed' Batman. Is it too much to hope that half ghosts don't count as metas in his book?

[puppetmaster13u]

Mermay Special Prompt 2

Jason? Displeased right now. Incredibly upset even. He’s near certain that he’s gotten kidnapped by some sort of fae creatures, and he is not happy about it. Not to mention everything is greenGreenGreen like the Pits. 

And now, either he’s tiny, or these things are huge, and he doesn't have legs. He keeps getting picked up by these massive horned ones that he would say looked seal-like, but like, to the left? Something like the legends of merfolk but Other. Wrong and right, terrifying and comforting and horrible in how he found himself relaxing. 

Hopefully the rest of the bats realize he’s missing and- um, that is a child? That is a child with scales of starlight, fins of the very cosmos, hair like a bursting nebula growing closer- He blinks and the ever-expanding form is back to a teen chatting in horrific warbling-howl-screech-crack-electrical hum noises to one of the big seal-ish creatures. 

Fuck, he’s definitely gotten stolen by some sort of lazarus siren things hasn’t he?

[monstera-modd]

Becoming (a) Man’s Best Friend

Part 1 O Part 2

To be Living Again

Many things have changed since Danny was a kid.

He told his parents about being Phantom, and… they didn’t take it well. But it was okay! At least the only thing they did was tell him that he couldn’t stay with them, so he just moved in with Sam and Tucker.

Then there was the whole “Young Daniel, you are now the Ghost King!” speech that Clockwork had gone on and on about. Training for that job –one he never really wanted– was tiring, but he had gotten the hang of it over the last six or so years.

He also learned that, since accepting and becoming king, he’s gained a broader power set. He can now mold and stretch the ectoplasm around him and within himself, essentially allowing him to shapeshift. (Which is so cool!)

His core has also shifted a bit, as well as his obsession, which now includes space– in both the literal and physical sense. Frostbite explained it as his presence taking up all the space around him, either absorbing everything within it or influencing it. But he’s still having a hard time really understanding what that all means.

He thinks he understood more of what Frost was talking about when his universe ended. The GIW had gone overboard, and in a desperate attempt to save the Infinite Realms, Danny –being king– ended his universe. The feel of the space in… well, space, was an odd sensation; almost hollow. It wasn’t as bad when he found out that all of Amity Park had been turned into ghosts, though, seeing as nearly all of them were liminal or more from the ecto exposure.

Having Sam, Tucker, and Jazz with him was a huge weight off his shoulders –one he didn’t even know he had. They were his everything– his family and support system. And sure, he had Ellie and Dante (the whole Danny, Dani, and future Danny thing was a lot), but Jazz and his friends had always been there with him. Fitting, really, that they were with him from the beginning to the end.

Though now… he was just annoyed with them.

“Danny, you need a break! You’ve turned into a workaholic!” Sam stressed.

“You’re just lucky you can’t work yourself to death, dude, seeing as you’re, well… dead.” Tucker grinned at his own pun, which Danny would always appreciate, but he still held a serious tone.

“So,” Sam took a deep breath. “Me, Tuck, and Jazz talked with Frost and CW, and we decided it’s time to intervene.” She looked pointedly at Danny’s turned face. (No, he wasn’t pouting, thank you.)

“You need a break, Danny. This isn’t good for your physical health or your mental health,” Jazz soothed, like always. “We’ve decided to give you a vacation.”

Danny snapped his head toward her, mouth open, protest rising in his throat. But Jazz just held up her hand.

“Before you say anything– yes, we can take care of things here. Danny, the realms ran for years before you came along. They can run just fine for a couple of months while you’re away.” She sat silently, waiting for him to get his bearings before answering.

With a sigh, Danny begrudgingly admitted that, okay, maybe he had been working a bit too much. And now that he was focusing on that fun little fact, he could almost feel the way his core ached, his ectoplasm screaming– like a wound that kept getting reopened.

Danny flinched a bit.

“Okay, yeah.” He leaned back into his chair, running a hand down his face. “Maybe I do need a break.”

He felt better seeing their faces lighten, a bit of the stress they had for him lessening. That much, he could see. And it made him feel a little bad, realizing he’d gotten so consumed with work that he hadn’t noticed he’d –accidentally, mind you– hurt his family.

But it’s okay. He can do this.

Just take a break. Not worry at all about his friends, family… the whole of the realms… or the new planets that were close to aligning.

He took a deep breath in and pulled at his hair a bit. Not the best move. If the look Jazz was sending him was anything to go by, she knew it too. But it helped ground him.

Kept him in this space.

“So, where were you guys thinking?” He glanced between all three of them, each of their smiles slowly growing.

“Clockwork is sending you to the living realm again– through the reincarnation cycle,” Sam said softly. She had probably also picked up on his little slip. Nothing ever seemed to get past her. She was almost as scary as Jazz when anyone she loved was distressed.

He frowned, now registering what she’d said. Jazz, having seemingly never taken her eyes off him, corrected that immediately.

“Danny,” she paused, biting her lip a bit. Slowly, she came closer and laid a hand on his shoulder. “You can’t not go back to the living realm. You know this. It’s what helps keep you healthy. What with you being half-alive still.” She took a breath, facing him fully now. “Frost explained it. Your human half is in hibernation right now –stagnant– while simultaneously slowing your ghost half down.”

She had now put both hands on his shoulders, bending down to look him in the eye.

“You are both alive and dead. You need to take care of both, or both will start to die, Danny. And you can’t die on me now, okay?”

She was growing a little misty-eyed. Danny did his best not to tear up as well.

“Okay.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “Okay, I’ll think it over and get back to you guys, alright?” He looked at Jazz, then glanced over at Sam and Tuck.

They all smiled.

“That’s all we can ask of you, dude.” Tucker punched his shoulder.

They stayed and talked a little more about life– after life. Danny found out that, in his work-obsessed state, Sam had been working with Undergrowth, exploring all the abandoned islands and turning them into lush forests and parks. Tucker had moved to Technus’s lair, supposedly working on a secret project. And Jazz, to the shock of no one, had moved to the Far Frozen, helping ghosts either move on or, if not, settle with the knowledge that they could be happy and content in this life.

That night, after saying goodnight to his friends and family, Danny lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about what it would be like to go back.

Would he have a mom and dad again? Siblings?

What if they found out about him being half-dead and hated him?

Or, worse– what if they accepted him? Loved him regardless?

That’s what scared him the most, he thought. He knew how to deal with unloving or neglectful parents, but… loving ones? Jazz loved him, he knew that. But their situation was different. She was practically his parent, spending most of her life protecting and caring for him. He felt like being accepted was forced or maybe just instinctual for her at that point. (She tells him all the time that’s not true, but he can’t help it.)

But real, unconditional love and acceptance?

He honestly didn’t think he could handle that.

Something nudged his head.

He uncurled to see what it was. (When did he curl into a ball?)

Cujo wagged his tail happily at having Danny’s attention and licked his face.

It was a shock. Danny couldn’t help the wet laugh that escaped him. He hadn’t even realized he’d been crying. Having emotions was a real bitch sometimes. Not that Cujo minded—he just squirmed his way under the comforter to snuggle with him.

This… Danny thought. This is what I want to do. It's not far from protection; comfort practically falls under the same category. He can be someone's best friend like Cujo is to him. He can help someone through a panic attack or protect them from a bad guy. It’d be weird at first –what with being, well, a dog– but he has time to get used to it.

Sleeping that night was peaceful, his mind free of thoughts and worries. With Cujo cuddled beside him and the thought that he could help both his other half and one of his obsessions, he finally felt at ease.

Tomorrow, he’d talk to Clockwork.

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AHHHHHHH I'm so excited to write more for this! Expect lots of feels from this story going forward though.

Based on this Tumblr repost story: https://www.tumblr.com/monstera-modd/779134794202284032/oh-my-god-this-is-the-cutest-shit-ever-might?source=share

Also come check it out on my AO3!

[stars-obsession-pit]

Danny feels bad for Damian. Not bad enough to stop doing what he’s doing, but still bad. He doesn’t deserve to be led on about their relationship like this.

Danny has no idea how the rich boy even noticed a nobody like him, but when Damian had asked him out to lunch, he’d jumped at the chance to have a proper meal. And when it became a repeat thing, he chose not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Until one time Damian had clarified that he wanted it to be a date, and he froze.

His first instinct was to say no. Damian did seem like a fine person, but Danny wasn’t romantically interested in him. He should have said no, but the refusal stuck in his throat. Their meals were first time he’d felt properly full in a long while. Being a homeless runaway didn’t make for easy finances, and homeless shelters and soup kitchens weren’t aways available (especially since in Gotham, some were just fronts).

So he said yes.

He could play along. It wasn’t like dating was a declaration of anything permanent. Plenty of people dated and then broke up. And it wasn’t like he was going to drain the boy’s bank account, just… use the situation to keep himself afloat until he could find something better.

…not that the justifications make the ruse any less painful

[daisybell-on-a-carousel]

"Jason was the happy robin" this, "jason was the angry robin" that. Let's all be fully honest here Jason was the lonely robin

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

DPxDC where Danny contacts the Justice Leauge about a rouge. Specifically Wes Weston who has become obsessed with exposing truths, and has no issue doing anything to get his info. It leads to him discovering multiple secret identities with hard evidence he planned to expose to the media. Clark Kent, Barry Allen, Oliver Queen, Bruce Wayne- they're all in danger. Tucker tanked the computer but Danny knows he has to tell the Leauge.

Wes cannot and will not back down, to far gone in his own liminal obsession that truths HAVE to be shared and he has to do it.

Danny suddenly realizing that the portal has effects on more then just his family, and realizing its slowly infecting the whole town.

[flashiefloo]

DP x DC prompt 7

So Danny has time powers, not many but some. He'd been training under Clockwork enough to where Clockwork thinks it's a good idea to grant those to Danny, and Danny knows more or less how they work.

For the most part he just fixes or gets rid of objects with them (think the first Doctor Strange movie where Stephen is messing with the apple using the Time Stone). Like he rewound the transmission on Jazz's car when it goes to when it's brand new, since Jazz didn't have the money to fix it or to really get a new car. He also puts dangerous things forward in time, such as inventions his parents make that're too dangerous to be left around.

The issue here comes when Danny ends up in Gotham, however that comes about, and ends up a hostage of The Joker. Danny was not really aware before this point that his powers worked so well on living beings, tho he probably should have guessed. He didn't even mean to throw The Joker's body forward in time, it just happened. For a brief moment Joker looks like that one dude from Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade who chose the wrong cup (the whole "He chose poorly" scene) before he crumbles to dust.