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jadedwolf18-blog · 3 months

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Mini Phantom Invasion.

Hi, I plan for this to be a series of inter connected one shots based on some of my favorite prompts. I’m a huge Tim Drake/Red Robin x Danny phantom shipper, so for now most of my fics will feature them. Once I’ve end this series, I’ll try branching out to other relationships Danny could have with the bats.

I can’t remember where I got all of them but I’ll try to tag as I find them. If anyone notices a prompt or plot they’ve seen please let me know or tag the person it came from. I’m knew to posting on Tumblr so I’m still getting used to how to tag and insert links. Thank you.

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Chapter 1

Danny was not having a good day. He’d had a fight with his parents about ghost hunting, stating clearly that he had no interest in their bias views on an entire species based on one encounter when they were young. It had escalated to the point where they blamed his lack of interest on the fact that he was spending to much time with his sister and his female friends.

He’d had enough! He left mid argument and was contemplating just packing up and moving into the Ghost Zone permanently. As he’d slammed the door he could hear his parents shouts for him to come back and once again blaming his behaviour on a ghost.

What did his sexuality have to do with ghost hunting? And what was wrong with wanting to be more feminine sometimes? He honestly didn’t understand why they found it so weird or wrong for him to swap between genders and pronouns? Jazz, Sam and Tucker accepted him as he was, they didn’t but an eye when he would randomly say ‘she’, ‘they’ or ‘him’, they just continued the conversation with the new pronoun and that was that. They understood and accepted that sometime he felt male or female or neither. He was lucky to have them.

The day just seemed to continue down hill from there. It was summer vacation so Sam was forced to spend time with her parents at some rich holiday resort, Tucker had won a spot in some sort of tech camp and Jazz was still at College working on a finals thesis and was unable to come back for the summer. He was essentially alone for the summer. He could hang out with Val but she was working a lot and he didn’t want to bother her. He still felt guilty about her dad losing his job, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault.

*****

After leaving the house he’d found a place to transform and let the cool rings of light soothe him and took off into the sky. After finding out they could survive in space it became their favourite way to relax, they’d spend ours exploring space, even hang out on the moon. Thank you high speed and portal powers. Their Phantom form had changed in the last two years. People could no longer tell if they were male or female and he looked less human now. Thankfully, they looked nothing like their alternate future self. When their legs melded together their ghostly tail looked more eel like and their ears were longer and thiner, resembling delicate fins. Jazz and their friends had joked about how the acted like cat ears. Lastly their face was now a pale mint color, almost white and translucent, his eyes were still the same luminous ecto-green with deep blue pupils. The only similarity to Dan, that they could see, were the fangs and longer hair both of which were also present in their human form.

*****

They had been flying around Amity, a somewhat lazy patrol of his claimed haunt, it was a calm night. Ever since they had defeated Pariah Dark the other ghost had calmed down and came to Amity less frequently. A few still came to bug them, namely Skulker, Ember, Johny and Kitty. Young Blood and Boxy more frequently than the others and of course Cujo came by often. Their visits were more to do with fulfilling their obsessions than anything else. Danny’s obsession was Space but so was Protection. They needed to fulfil both to some extent or suffer from a form of ghost hunger. It was a win win situation even if they did go back�� home? Was it really still a home?

Before they could go down that dark spiral again their instincts took over and they narrowly dodged a bright green shot that had been aimed at their head. Whirling around and flying higher out of range they looked at their attacker and just stared.

“of course it’s them.” They muttered. Before repeating it with more venom than they thought they were capable of. Which was shocking because not even Vlad had receive as much hatred in the entirety of the time they’ve known him than in that split second they felt it towards their own parents. “Of fucking course it’s them!”

They blink away the shock of such an intense emotion and huffed. Not even bothering to acknowledge them they turned around to leave. That had been a mistake. They’d barely made it a few paces before pain bloomed across their back as an Eco-blast shredded the fins on their lower back and bit deep into their flesh. They bit back a cry of shock as they felt themselves plummet from the sky. It took a moment but they gathered enough concentration to open a portal. He didn’t care where they ended up as their only thought was ‘Somewhere safe.’

They fell through and just before they lost consciousness, they heard their parents yell after him.

“Get back here you ghost scum, so we can rip you apart molecule by molecule!”

“We won’t forgive you for corrupting our Danny!”

‘Of course… It’s always Phantoms fault…’ Danny’s world turned black as he continued to fall. Maybe when they opened their eyes again all of it would have been a dream.

*****

Somewhere in the infinite green a Grandfather clock chimed. A screen flickered. Time flowed on.

“All is as it should be.”

Chapter 2

(I'm Not A Cynic Song by Alec Benjamin)

Danny pulled their little floating ducks out of their personal pocket dimension and set them to gently drift in the hot spring. They had found it while wandering the forest. Their lower back still ached and they were a little worried about how it hadn’t healed completely yet.

*****

They didn’t know where they were or how long they had been in this dimension but they were safe and alone for the time being. When they’d woken up, the first thing they did was try to figure out where they were. thankfully no-one had discovered them, tucked away in the underbrush of the forest they had landed in. They’d let invisibility wash over them and flew high enough to get a view of the land. They recognised asian architecture and flew in the direction they had spotted a small farming village. With a closer look they determined they had landed in some version of Japan. Instinctually they knew they were not in their home dimension. Everything, even the air and feel of the atmosphere felt slightly shifted to the left. It was like that feeling of entering a hotel room, they were all essentially the same but there were the little details that told you it was a different hotel.

*****

Brushing the thought, and everything associated with the reason they were injured and alone in a foreign dimension, aside. They coiled their tail in the centre of the spring and sank down until their lower back was submerged in the healing warmth of the spring. Closing their eyes in content they began to hum. Their eyes shot open when they felt a gentle nudge against his arm but smiled gently at the little wisp as it bobbed and drifted in the breeze. They continued to hum and watched in amusement as more joined the first. The little orbs of light ranged in color from soft pale blues to vibrant greens and warm reds, oranges and yellows.

They lost themselves in their song as they twirled in and played with the water, creating little floating ice crystals that caused mist to form around them as hot and cold air danced around each other. Humming soon gave way to words as they swayed to the rhythm only they could hear.

“I'm just bein' realistic, bein' honest with myself

I've tried bein' optimistic but it doesn't seem to help

So I'll just have to admit this is the hand that I've been dealt

I'm not bein' pessimistic, just bein' honest with myself”

They were thankful to Pandora, who had taught them to sing in an effort to train his ghostly wail, for realising he was taking on the form and habits of a triton.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They poured all the hurt, betrayal, anger and loneliness into their voice, allowing them to release it all in a more melodic call than his previous wail. That, as pandora explained, had been an unhealthy burst of emotion and they were lucky they hadn’t blown out their vocal cords the last few times they used it.

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it”

Through their practice they found they could influence emotions but not out right control them. They were glad, influencing them was bad enough, he didn’t want to manipulate anyone. They didn’t want to spend their life wondering if the people around them truly cared or if they had somehow manipulated them into caring. They may me a budding empath but they still struggled to tell the difference between a sincere emotion and a projected emotion.

“You only get that which you're given, it's not always up to you

Not every Sunday is a picnic 'cause the sky ain't always blue

You can't just change the weather by changing your point of view

Some days you have to wait until the storm just passes through”

Danny’s voice grew louder as their emotions poured out into the lyrics. They knew they still had their friend, their sister, Elle and everyone in the Infinite Realm. They were also the Half Ghost son of ghost hunters and scientist with a heavy bias against Ecto-entities. They will be the rulers of an entire realm in only a few short years.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They gave a bitter sweet smile as they watched the wisps duck and weave between the ice crystals. They looked around for their ducks and their smile turned a little more sad as they waved their hand and the little ducks joined the dancing lights and crystals. Each one was modelled after his favourite comic book vigilante. They’d had to save them from the dump truck once, they’d been looking for them when he’d asked his parents, their father had made an off hand comment about how he should throw out old toys and they’d panicked. They’d manage to find and save them all just before the truck arrived.

“So like a boat on the ocean, I'll rock with the waves

God, I'm so sick of this notion that I have to fake

Fake my emotions and pretend I'm okay

So like a boat on the ocean, I'll just rock with the waves”

Jazz had bought them for them, after they had told her about being gender fluid and pan, they were probably one of their most treasured possessions. Jazz had gone on a whole spiel about how it’s important that she show support and provide a safe and understanding environment. They hadn’t been listening, they’d been crying. To caught up in their overflowing emotions and happiness. It lasted a day, their parents had been less than understanding, with their passive-aggressive comments and actions.

“I'm not a cynic, oh, today's just not my day

I've tried to spin it 'bout a thousand different ways

But from every angle, oh, the outlook is the same

I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

Their frown returned. They had shot them, that in itself wasn’t unusual, as Phantom. Isn’t that a sad thought. What was was that there had been no prior warning. It was a sniper shot, from their mother. Only their heightened hearing and instinct had saved them from ending up dead dead instead of a Halfa. That bothered him

“I swear that I'm not a cynic, my glass just has no water in it today”

They returned to humming the last notes of their song as the dunked under the water to rinse off. They popped back up and gathered their ducks, floated up out of the spring and laughed as the wisps twirled around him. They landed on the ground, allowing their legs to form and walked off into the forest, dancing lights trailing after them. Completely unaware of their watchers.

*****

The shadows slunk away to report their findings. While two birds hesitantly returned to their temporary nest, One worried and wanting to help the being that reminded him so much of his younger siblings. The other having felt a connection to a being that had shared similar experiences, someone they wanted to help and if they wanted to end the beings loneliness… that was no one’s business but their own. Both slept little that night, both determined to find the being again and offer what they could to help.

*****

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hypewinter · 22 days

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Can I offer you another Danny POV in these trying times?

It had started after his encounter with the costumed people. After that his dad had taken him to the store and bought a lot of strange items. From there, he put the strange items together and put them up all around the house. Ever since then, Danny couldn't go through the walls.

Danny pushed against the wall now but he couldn't go through just like all his other past attempts. But if he couldn't go through, how would he play tag with his dad!? Fat tears bubbled up in his eyes as he tried to desperately push through the wall. He liked playing with his dad! It was the best part of the day.

Tears began to fall freely down his cheeks and he let out a whimper as he tried phasing through the floor this time to no avail. Suddenly big hands scooped him up.

Jack tried to soothe his son but Danny was not listening to his assurances that "this was to protect him" and "it was for the best". He was too busy crying while glaring at the strange items covering it. If only they weren't there.

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Danny woke up to voices outside his room. One was his dad's but the other was female. He tensed up in fear, remembering the last female voice he encountered, but this one was different. It was younger and for some reason, hearing it filled him with warmth.

"Now's not the time for that Dad." The female voice said.

"No, I won't have my princess sacrificing her education." Replied his dad.

Danny wondered what they were talking about. He was also curious about who the owner of this new voice was. She had called his dad , her dad. Did that mean they were related. That would make them siblings right? He had a sister?

Suddenly a thought came from deep within his mind. Of course I have a sister, her name is Jazz. But his moment of clarity was gone just as soon as it had overtaken him. Danny was left wondering who is Jazz? as he drifted back to sleep.

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Jazz as it turned out was his red-headed sister. And although she always wore a smile around him, it was always tinted with sadness. Danny couldn't help but wonder why.

Everything was going great so there was no reason to be sad. Jazz had now moved in, all the neighbors were constantly cooing at him and giving him treats, and Jack had gotten a job with some red person. Wait, did he get hired by Little Red Riding Hood? Maybe she needed a new hunter to help her fight the wolf.

At that thought, Danny couldn't help but look at his father in awe. Every evening when he left, Danny silently hoped he'd catch a lot of bad wolves.

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It took a couple of weeks for Danny to find out that while his dad worked for a Red Hood, it was very disappointingly not Red Riding Hood. Instead it was some guy with a white streak in his hair with some very disgusting ectoplasm circulating his body.

Danny made a face and turned into his sister's hold as he came face to face with the guy at the doorway.

"I'm sorry about that." she said to the guy, "He's not usually like this."

"It's ok, babies usually cry in front of me so this is an improvement." he replied.

"Come on Matt, Jason's really nice if you give him a chance!" His father proclaimed. His trademark loudness making the doorframe shudder.

That was the other thing Danny didn't like about this red guy. He had already seen him twice before, when his Dad had taken him in to grab a few forgotten tools.

The first time the guy wore a red helmet. Everyone acted like he was dangerous and shouldn't be messed with. Even his dad was very respectful in his interactions with him.

The second time Danny had seen not Red Riding Hood, he didn't have his helmet on nor did he go by his previous name. Everyone at the garage treated him as if he was one of their own instead of the dominating presence he had been before. In fact, they acted as if "Jason" was a completely different person all together. It was quite strange to say the least. Though Danny wasn't sure he had a leg to stand on considering every time they were in public, his dad would call him "Matt".

Danny had fussed about it a few times but that didn't seem to have any effect. He had finally decided it was fine since he was at least still called "Danny" and "Danno" when they were home. Now though, thanks to this Jason guy, he was even being called that stupid name within his own house! Danny was quickly deciding he didn't like this weird bad ectoplasm guy at all.

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#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #no tag ramble today folks!#currently in the process of getting everything ready to put on ao3 #so hopefully that's coming soon!#we'll see if my schedule likes me enough to cooperate

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wolfjackle-creates · 22 days

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WIP Wednesday

So I'll be sharing a snippet from a different fic today! If I share anymore of Bring Me Home, I may as well just post the entire first chapter. (Which, I will be looking for a new job and hopefully moving in 2 months or so, so I'll probably try and start posting after that. Get another chapter or two written in the meantime.)

This fic is also from a prompt that was submitted by @regonold to @stealingyourbones. I did part of a collab fill previously, but the idea has been living in my mind rent free and I couldn't help but want to take it on more fully. I've written 5.5k and this snippet is just under 900 words.

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The formal gardens beyond the iron gate filled Danny with dread. Vlad’s mansion had looked like this, too. But Jazz had promised him, over and over again, that the Waynes were nothing like the Fruit Loop while begging him to come. Besides, he’d spent weeks making sure his schedule was clear and making deals to prevent any interruptions. No backing out now. With a sigh, he pressed the button for the intercom.

“Good evening, may I ask your business?” asked a man with a British accent.

“Um, yeah. Good evening.” Why was it so much harder to communicate with other people as human Danny than ghost Phantom? “Um, I’m Danny. Jazz’s brother?”

“Ah, yes. Of course. We’ve been expecting you. Follow the drive up to the house and welcome.”

Motors activated and the gates slowly opened. Danny started the trek up the long driveway. His anxiety wasn’t relived when he saw the manor with it’s dark stone facade and literal tower. If it was made of lighter stones, it could have been a copy of Vlad’s castle.

“This is for Jazz,” he muttered under his breath as he walked up the stairs. Before he could knock on the doors, they opened and Jazz ran out to hug him.

“Danny! Thank you so much for coming! How’ve you been? I know you’re busy, but you need to call me more often.”

Danny hugged her back tightly. “Sorry, Jazz. You know how I lose track of time. So where’s this famous Jason?”

A man stepped forward and started speaking, but hanging off his back was a ghost. The ghost of the dead Robin, to be exact. Shit.

At least the position of the ghost meant he appeared to be looking at probably-Jason. Even if he didn’t hear a word the man said. To make it worse, Robin realized he could see him and was sending out help-me trills.

Danny had to bite hard on his tongue to keep from vocalizing his own comforting chirps.

He was so focused on Robin that he almost didn’t notice probably-Jason holding out his hand to shake. Laughing self-consciously, he took it. “It’s great to finally meet you.”

The other man hesitated a moment and asked, “Is everything all right?”

But all Danny could focus on was Robin hanging off Jason’s shoulders and sending out happy-sad-helpless feelings. Danny relaxed the hold he had on his ghost self and tried to sense what was going on. But he had to reassure the human, too. “Yeah, I’m fine.” But wow, was Jason not. Where had he come into contact with such weird ectoplasm? It seemed to twist every emotion into anger and fear and violence.

Even worse was Robin. He was barely perceptible even to Danny’s enhanced senses.

Of course, Jazz was liminal enough to realize he was doing something. Quietly, she chirped a question.

Danny just shook his head and pulled back his power. “Later,” he murmured.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she said back, just as quietly.

Louder, Danny said, “Sorry. I just have bad memories about large manors like this. Has Jazz told you about Vlad?”

“He’s come up a time or two. With the black hair and blue eyes, someone will probably make an adoption joke at you before the night is over. But I’ll stab them if they do.”

Danny's laugh would have been much less forced had he not just felt the twisted anger inside probably-Jason. “Just don’t hit anything vital,” he said, hoping it sounded like a joke.

Robin rolled his eyes—and how could he do that so obviously with a mask on?—and tried to pull on Jason to lead him inside.

“Well, it might be summer, but Gotham is never warm. Come on in and I’ll introduce you to everyone,” said Jason.

Jazz grabbed his hand as they made their way inside where they were greeted warmly by an elderly gentleman.

“You must be Mr. Danny. Welcome to the Manor. I’m Alfred. Dinner will be served in one hour and please let me know if you need anything. Your sister stated you didn’t have any dietary restrictions?”

“What’s that?” Danny was trying not to stare at Robin who was now hugging the older man. Before Alfred could repeat himself, however, Danny’s brain caught up to the human conversation. “Oh, uh, no. I don’t. Jazz is right.”

“Very good. Can I take your coat and bag?”

Danny did shrug off his backpack, but only so he could also take off his coat. “Can I keep the bag? I don’t feel comfortable without it on me.”

“Very well.” Alfred hung the coat up on a rack right next to the door. “Master Jason, be sure to show him where the bathroom is on your way to join the others. Mr. Danny, there are plenty of drinks in the sitting room where everyone is relaxing should you need a refreshment.” And he finally had confirmation that this was Jason!

“’Course I will, Alfie.”

“Thanks,” said Danny, though he was more focused on the desperate chirps Robin was sending out.

I’m here-notice me-I love you.

Looks like he was breaking his promise to Jazz to not do any ghostly business tonight. Of course Jazz’s boyfriend would be haunted by a ghost that needed help. Why was he even surprised?

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As far as I know, there hasn't been a lot of requests for a tag list on this one. @addie-lover-of-stories is the only one I noticed. But let me know and I'll start one!

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#dp x dc #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jason todd #anger management #alfred pennyworth #i reread everything ive written today for the first time in a week or two #and theres some scenes i cant wait to share with others #it'll be fun #for danny at least #the bats not so much

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thekitsunesiren · 5 months

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Alfred has been going to the Fenton family reunion for years even after the friend who initially invited him passed away.

Danny brings a new friend to the family reunion This friend is a new halfa named Jason.

Alfred enjoyed these days. While he enjoyed working for the Wayne family and treated Master Bruce and his children like his own, it was nice to simply get away from all of the madness once and a while. Even he didn't have that much patience.

So when he was mailed an invitation to the Fenton family reunion, he was shocked yet pleasantly surprised. The first person to invite him to the Fenton family reunion was Charles Fenton, an old friend of his and one of the older cousins of the Fenton family. The kind gesture ensured their friendship as they got to know the family he grew up with in the countryside.

Now, years later after his dear friend has passed and he was surely forgotten by the Fenton family, Alfred was surprised that an invitation was delivered to him at Wayne Manor. Well, why should he not go? Of course, Master Bruce and some of the young ones had some worries about the ordeal, but there was no need. Really, Master Bruce? A background check on the family won't be necessary. And no, Master Damian, he won't be need an escort. He doubted there was going to be any trouble in an simple outing.

It took some convincing, but Alfred was soon on his way to Amity Park, with the promise of contacting the family if anything were to happen. The arrival and travel to Amity was simple, as expected. And while he was surprised that the Fenton family had moved to a small town instead of the family cabin he remembered all those years ago. But things can change over the years, so he didn't think much of it.

Arriving to the Fenton house was easy as well. Though, he did find its interior design to be a bit.....interesting to say the least. The UFO on top of the build truly was a hazard. But the thought of it made him think that perhaps Master Tim or Master Damian would enjoy the decor, even for a little bit.

Alfred didn't even have to knock on the door before it was thrown open by a large man with a seemingly even larger grin on his face.

"Alfred! Good to see ya! It's so good that you came!" The man said excitedly, giving an equally excited handshake that left Alfred wondering if this man had some super strength or not. "It was nice to be invited, Jack." Alfred said once he gained his bearings, adjusting himself to look up at the tall male that he had only met once as a small infant. to think that this was the same man all those years ago was truly shocking. "Nonsense!" Jack laughed off, lifting a heavy hand and hitting Alfred on the back of it. "Uncle Charles was a great man," he said, demeanor changing completely as he spoke. "and if he saw you as a friend, then that means he saw you as family, and that's good enough for me." The words were enough to make Alfred smile, a familiar warm feeling flooding his chest at the openness of the man before him. It has been a while since he had heard such words from someone out of the Wayne family and it was greatly appreciated it.

But just like it was there, Jack's somber attitude was replaced with his seemingly normal happy go lucky one. "Well, come on in! We're just waiting on Danny boy and his friend and we can get started!" And just like that, Alfred was welcomed inside and was able to meet the rest of those who were there.

Jack's wife Maddie was a nice woman. Smart, kind and a protective streak to boot. She began to ask about Gotham and possible ghost sightings in the city, but Alfred assured her that while Gotham had many things, they didn't have ghosts. He thinks.

Next was their oldest child Jasmine. Jazz, as she said that she goes by. She seemed to be like a carbon copy of Maddie, though seemed to be more academic than her mother. Was it bad that he began to see a bit of the the younger Wayne family members in them the more he spent time with them?

Then two of the youngest friends were with them. Sam and Tucker. The girl sitting on the couch idly while scrolling on her phone while the boy tinkered with a device that he was unfamiliar with. The way it was shaped, Alfred doubted that it was a phone. A gaming system perhaps? Time went on as Alfred found himself waiting for the last family member while listening to the Fentons speak. They mostly spoke about their interest in hunting ghosts and the type of inventions they made, but it was the reaction of the conversations that made it interesting.

While Jack and Maddie went on about ghosts, Alfred couldn't help but notice the reactions of the three young ones that made him curious.

He watched as Jazz unconsciously grip the book she was reading as her parents talk about how ghosts were basically emotionless menaces to pray on those of the living. The way her eyes narrowed at the pages, Alfred doubted she was reading the book since the conversation started.

Sam and Tucker both reacted in similar ways as the conversation went on. Sam squeezed the phone so tight that her knuckles were turning white, and whatever device Tucker was messing with seemed to become a punching bag with the way he aggressively poked and stabbed at it the longer the conversation went on.

A part of Alfred knew that they were keeping to themselves for Alfred's sake, otherwise they probably would've left from the conversation. But another part of him believed that there was a more personal reason for the three to act in such a way. Perhaps spending all the time with paranoid detectives were rubbing off on him.

As the conversation went on, Alfred was sure the children were about the jump up and argue back, the door opened and announced possibly the missing guest of this reunion.

"There you are, Danny! What took you so long young man?" Maddie asked as she turned her focus to the boy who entered the house, causing Alfred to turn around and take a look as well.

If Alfred was being honest, he looked like a child Master Bruce would scoop up and adopt without a second thought. With black hair that was just short of above the young man's ears, blue eyes that seemed to spark with an unknown drive that made him even more curious. The clothes he wore seemed to just be a bit too big, but the butler was sure he caught sight of some muscle in the movement of the young man's arms as he moved to scratch the back of his neck.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Danny apologized weakly. "it's just a friend of mine didn't have a place to go and I decided to invite him too."

Stepping forward, he looked back and gave a look that Alfred was supposed to be encouraging to whoever was hesitant to coming inside.

The sound of heavy footsteps filled the house and Alfred found himself still with shock at who entered the house. It had been so long that he believed that he was dreaming. It couldn't be who he thought it was, could it?

"Master Jason?"

#Kitsune Kounters #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #dc×dp prompt #guess who got carried away?#this guy!

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inthememetime · 9 months

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DP × DC but it's a tired and burnt out Danny that makes landfall in Gotham, in this AU Danny is a halfa but it is his sister that plays the role he does in Canon and he only got his powers via ectoplasm contamination. He got burnt out acting as his sisters occasionally sidekick and her alibi in regards to their parents, so after he finally graduated from Casper High he opted to find himself while Jazz joined the Justice League.

So here we have a severely overtired and burnt out Daniel Fenton working at a local Lexbucks Coffee Shop when out of the blue he gets involved in the usual Gotham drama that results in a drive-by shooting wherein Danny gets shot. Danny, being a Halfa, gets up despite having been visibly shot in locations that would be fatal to anyone else but for him it's nothing and he goes back to work.

So begins the interest in Gotham's newest criptid; The Undead Barrista.

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(Lmk if you'd like to read this on my A03, and/or a version from his coworkers POV!) Ok so I did a fic!

Length: short boi. Save about 10-15 minutes.

Summary: see ask above. PLUS Danny sasses Gotham's Rogues Gallery into submission and finds out he really wasn't as useless as he felt.

Danny was second; he was the second child. The second smartest child. The second best as dealing with people. The second one to DIE and get superpowers.

At first, it was exciting! Phantom and Wraith, superhero duo of Amity Park! But Jazz- or Wraith, when she was in ghost form- had the ability to make people feel safe. To calm down situations before they ever started.

Danny had the ability to tear enemies to shreds, destroy infrastructure, and scare people.

Even Sam and Tucker agreed, although not in so many words. They didn't need to; after Dan, after they knew what he'd probably become, things really changed. He was watched, less to make sure he was safe, and more to make sure he didn't become Dan.

When he started sympathizing with that Fruitloop, Vlad, he knew something had to change.

So he flew up, up, into Earth's orbit, so he could look at the planet below. He didn't know how long he stayed there, but when he saw the sun set over the Himalayas, he felt something in him... settle, somehow. And he came to the realization he needed to leave.

It wasn't their fault- his sister, Sam, Tucker. He was the worse liar, so their parents suspected him of everything. He dealt with ghosts better than people, so Wraith was more trusted. As they aged, and Wraith looked the same but older and Phantom started looking like Dan- well. It wasn't the people of Amity Park's fault, either. Besieged by monsters, who would want to rely on one?

He got his things and left. He left a note saying he needed a fresh start, and then took off. He didn't leave the name of the city he was moving to. He didn't know.

That was how he became a barista at a Lexbucks in Gotham with a tiny loft apartment. And for the first time since he was 15, he was happy. Really, truly happy. He made friends in an astronomy club, and got together every other Friday withe people to watch old movies.

He was about to start a management program at Lexbucks. He would be 'needed' by Clockwork every Monday for an unknown amount of time (it was hard to tell time when CW paised as needed. Sometimes Monday lasted weeks, if he thought it was warranted.)

Clockwork being Clockwork, that sometimes meant he needed to solve some ghost issue, or fix a paradox, or come over for dinner, or take a vacation. (Was there a portal in his closet? Yes. Yes there was.)

He saw Frostbite once a week too, Gotham being closer to the Far Frozen, and was learning Greek- both ancient and modern- from Pandora.

He was finally going to ask out Eduardo from the bookstore across the street today.

That meant, of course, he was shot right outside his apartment. Danny left for work around 3 AM; his apartment was pretty close to the edge of Crime Alley, he was the store opener and they started serving customers at 4 AM. A match made in hell.

He heard the gunshots before he felt them, and reflexively turned invisible to change into Phantom. The drive by shooting ended as quickly as it began, leaving Danny to curse and change his shirt. Dammit.

Ah well. Gotta love Tuesdays, right?

Next Tuesday was when Condiment Man walked into the Lexbucks. Probably to try and rob it, but it was difficult to understand over all the giggling from his regulars.

"Bring Gotham to-"

"Sir, this is a Lexbucks. Please just order your coffee, tea, other drink, or something to eat."

Condiment Man gaped for a moment. "I- I don't want coffee. I want villainy."

He nodded. "Fair. But this is a Lexbucks. No villainy, just coffee, tea, sodas, food. No evil available except the evil inherent in corporations."

"I. Um. Ok?"

After a moment, Danny cleared his throat. "So about your order?"

"Um. Well. Can I order you to join me in my quest to bring Gotham to its knees?" He asked nervously.

"Kinky." He said, and Condiment Man sputtered. "But no." His calm demeanor changed in the blink of an eye. "Get your hand off the trigger for that mustard right now, or you'll be cleaning every inch of this place with a toothbrush until it sparkles!"

Condiment Man yelped and left. The locals- regulars and newbies- started laughing. He was pretty sure somebody started crying. His tips were glorious.

Maybe Tuesdays weren't so bad after all.

XxXxXx

"I got a hit on Danny!"

Jazz spun around. "Really? You're sure, Tuck?"

"About 50%, the video is pretty grainy. But you tell me somebody else who deescalates villains with sass."

"Where?"

"That's the problem. They were using a VPN. It's somewhere in the US, probably Gotham, Metropolis, or League City- Gotham Rogues get around sometimes."

Jazz's face started to fall. "Tucker, thank you, but- it's been 5 years. Are we sure his face didn't totally change? I mean, remember Vlad's before and after?"

He sighed heavily. "Jazz, we failed him. I failed my best friend. I missed that he was hurting for 3 years before he ran. No matter what that note said, I was probably part of the problem. Give up on him of you want. But I'm gonna keep looking."

God, those notes had been like kicks in the teeth. If it was Vlad, he'd say it was orchestrated. But it was Danny. He very much did not blame them. He didn't want to go. And what was carefully not said, but pieced together when they compared the note left for him, Sam, Jazz, and the elder Fentons was they were the biggest reason he left.

XxXxXx

"I, the Baffler, will bring chaos and confusion to Gotham's streets with your assistance, Undead Coffee Person!"

That was, oddly enough, better than Inviso-Bill. Still. "Hey man, this is a Lexbucks. And I have a name."

He seemed delighted. "Wonderful! What is your villain name?"

"No, no, no villain name. I'm not a villain. Just a barista. My name's Jack. What's your order?"

The baffler seemed. Well. Baffled. "But aren't you going to join me in my life of crime?"

Danny sighed heavily. "Dude. I just wanna pay my bills. Coffee, tea, what do you want?"

"You can pay your bills with crime!"

The Baffler seemed so honestly pleased it was hard to get angry. Just a big guy in a dumb costume, and Ancients he missed his dad. But then he shot the cash register. "See? Crime!"

Danny snarled and, quick as a blink, The Baffler's hamds were frozen to the counter. "You have ice powers?!"

"And you have dumbass powers, you knockoff Riddler. I'm calling the cops."

XxXxXx

"You must be truly desperate to come to me for help," Vlad said with amusement plain on his face.

Sam narrowed her eyes, and Tucker scowled. "Yeah, well, we need untraceable cash, and you're the kind of guy to keep that on hand."

"And why do you need it?"

Sam grit her teeth, but replied, "let's just say if we find what we're looking for, the number of halfas might be back up to 4."

His eyes flashed brightly. "Well, then. How much do you need?"

XxXxXx

"Together, we will bring Gotham into the next ice age!" Mr. Freeze roared.

Danny narrowed his eyes. "Doctor, this is a Lexbucks. What do you want to order?"

"You, too have powers of ice! Together, we can bring Gotham into the cold!"

He sighed. "Ok. So frozen. Small, medium, or large?"

"I- I am ordering destruction, not coffee!"

Danny pointed to the menu. "Do you see destruction on the menu here? No. No, you don't. Your order?"

He gaped. "Chai latte? Mocha cappuccino? You seem like a smoothie kind of guy, want one of those?"

Mr. Freeze cleared his throat. "What kind of smoothies do you have?"

XxXxXx

"Are you seriously going behind my back with Plasmius?"

Wraith stood, arms crossed with a scowl. "Oh back off, you're nowhere near as scary as Phantom. Or even Skulker." He snapped.

Batman cleared his throat. "I'm told you have information about an incredibly dangerous illegal meta in Gotham?"

Sam shook her head. "I wish I could say I couldn't believe this. He's your brother."

Jazz swallowed. "You don't even know for sure if this is Phantom. This could be a legitimate threat."

"Every time I start to wonder why he left, all I have to do is remind myself about-"

"Sam."

"He's our best friend, Tucker! And she just might've gotten him thrown into Arkham, because Batman doesn't believe in rehabilitation!"

And another argument began.

XxXxXx

"I'm so sorry, Jack. I really like you, I do! It's just..." Eduardo trailed off, shaking underneath Danny's jacket.

"It's ok. You didn't sign up for getting kidnapped by the Penguin in a sick job offer."

He smiled a little shakily, and Danny hugged him tightly. "I'll see you around, ok?"

"Thanks, Jack."

Why the hell was he so broken up over a guy who didn't even know his real name?

XxXxXx

Thursday began at the sight of the Joker prowling around. Danny let his jaws drop and released a hiss that made fully grown ghosts back the hell up, following it by the unearthly rattle he learned from Fright Knight.

The Joker backed up. Swallowed. Put on his trademark grin, and stepped back in. Albeit a little further from the front counter. "Now, now, kid, I'm a clown! Kids love clowns, yeah?"

Another hellish hiss echoed from behind the Joker. He paled, then stiffened as a massive blue hand was on his shoulder. "Perhaps this isn't the best place for you."

The Joker laughed shakily. "Hey, pal, I'm-"

Plasmius' glowing eyes flashed, and the Joker's started glowing red. The clown's face fell slack. "This isn't the best place for you."

"This...isn't the...best...place....for me." The Joker slurred.

"Leave." Commanded the vampire ghost.

The Joker staggered out drunkenly. Plasmius turned his attention to the counter. "Can I get a large black coffee? With a shot of espresso, please."

Danny cocked his head and tried not to laugh at Kristen's face when the fruitloop sat next to her. "Sure. Kristen?"

She looked at him, wide-eyed. "He's not going to hurt or overshadow you. Right, Plasmius?"

"Of course," he agreed magnanimously.

Plasmius drank his coffee at the store. He bought a blueberry donut. Gave him a $500 tip. "The number hasn't changed. Call me, and we'll see about moving you before Batman and his friends crash the place."

"I can fly, you know."

"He has multiple jets. And besides, from what I've heard, Wraith is helping him track down the big, scary meta."

"Thanks for the warning, Plasmius. I'll think about it."

The elder halfa nodded and left, phasing through the door.

Jazz was hunting him. Jazz was hunting him. His sister was- it wasn't fair. He left her the entire territory of Amity Park. She had the undivided love and attention of everyone in Amity Park. Inside the roll of $100 bills was a business card.

He pocketed it, and yet another super came in. Plasmius was right. They were hunting him. Red Robin frowned at the menu.

"Hey, do you still have the mint hot chocolate?"

"Yeah," he said quietly. "Small, medium, or large?"

"Large, please." Red Robin waited in silence while his drink was prepared. "So, Jack Walker isn't your real name."

Danny shook his head. "Nah. If you're going to arrest me, might as well just call me Danny."

He observed him carefully, then nodded. "I'll see you around, Jack. Try to keep out of trouble."

XxXxXx

"He isn't a threat!" Tim snapped.

"You deliberately disobeyed me! We agreed not to approach the person who can use mind control!"

"You agreed, B. Wraith, just leave him alone, ok? He just wants to make his coffee and leave every day."

"Is he my brother or not?"

"Does it matter? He left." Tim snapped. "That guy is just trying to make a living. He's not going to hurt anyone who doesn't start trouble."

Jazz embraced both Sam and Tucker, feeling real, true hope for the first time in years. "It's Danny! Guys it's Danny, we can bring him home!"

"None of you are leaving until we can bring him in for questioning."

Jazz's face hardened, then she agreed. That was alright. She had a secret weapon. Two of them, actually.

XxXxXx

"Jack, you've got people asking for you."

Danny groaned.

"Sorry Jack, you're the one who made the rule about people in weird suits with guns."

"Yeah, fair. Thanks."

He stepped out behind the counter, and froze. "Danny?"

He swallowed. Blinked to make sure he was seeing what he thought. "Mom? Dad?"

For the first time in 5 years, he was embraced by his parents. He didn't feel bad about the tears. He couldn't. "Let's go home, baby. Let's go home."

"I can't. I- I'm not..."

"It's ok, Danny. We know now. About Phantom."

"I'm so sorry we made you feel your only recourse was running away."

XxXxXx

He had started to get the idea Jazz might be hunting him in a violent way. The only violent thing was the force of her hug, and the way her nails dug into his shoulder to keep him close.

Danny couldn't quite understand her over the blubbering, but that was fine; he had always been a sympathetic crier. Although the way all of the bats, Constantine, and Superman were shifting awkwardly, trying not to watch them while watching them, was pretty funny. It got worse when Sam kicked Batman in the knee and joined them. Then there was Tucker, and his mom, and- his dad was squeezing them tight enough to pick them up a few inches.

It took a ridiculous amount of time to get them all to stop crying- and Danny included himself. He had a good 5 years of believing he did nothing but harm to his human(ish) family to cry over.

"So just to be clear. You are not a villain."

"Yep. Used to be in the hero game, even."

"And you're not going to start being a villain."

He chuckled. "No, I won't."

"For now, your stay in Gotham is fine, though you should start using your legal name. If you don't like Danny Fenton, you can always legally change it. Can we call on you if we get a ghostly threat closer to home?"

"Absolutely."

"Wait! Danny, you're going home, though, right? With us?" Jazz asked hopefully.

"I'd like to visit," he said quietly, "but Jazz- I scare humans. Pretty badly."

"The ghosts negotiate with you, they listen to you! And people- look, now that Phantom's not there stopping fights by talking to ghosts before they start, or helping the new dead solve their murders- well. Phantom has been missed."

"Jazz, you do all that too. And you calm humans down way better than I ever have, so-"

"Danny," Tucker interrupted, "please, buddy. You don't have to stay, just come for a week. Things are different now. Promise."

And. Well. Even if they were wrong, he missed them. So much. "I can do a week."

#condiment man #the baffler #vlad masters #plasmius #sam manson #tucker foley #mr. freeze #halfa!jazz #batman #the penguin is referenced #the joker was not prepared for 2 halfas #red robin #tim drake #danny phantom #dp x dc #Danny deescalates using sass #long post #30 minute-1 hr read

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minnesota-fats · 7 months

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So I hand this idea for ANOTHER TWIN AU where Danny at a young age was tasked to infiltrate the Fenton family and was told to basically blend in and pretend to be their kid until they full realized the uses of Lazarus Water (ectoplasm) this was a secret mission and everyone including Damien didn’t know what happened to Danny and Ra’s basically ordered everyone to not speak about him.

Ra’s did this so if Danny failed his missing he wouldn’t have to worry about it. Damien on the other hand was devastated, his twin, his other half was dead to the league of assassins and it hurt more than he could bare. Yet he moves on and vows to kill whoever took Danny away from him.

Danny of course went along with it all because (he was a child soldier) and just wanted to get this done as soon as possible so he could go be with Damien. But there was something that Danny and Ra’s both didn’t take into account during the mission, the Fenton’s only daughter Jazz. How as soon as she saw Danny she promised to be the best big sister she could be! Danny tried to resist her but he eventually caved in and found that he started to care for her as a sibling too! Danny spent seven years undercover and now the Fenton’s have finally made some strong progress with the portal. Danny decided that once the mission was over he would take Jazz with him! That they would be a family and Dami would love her too! And maybe he would be able to come and visit Sam and Tucker ever once in a while.

But then Danny died…

And came back as a ghost…

But when he died something in his head just clicked. After spending years with this chaotic family (and really just caring for his sister and friends) he realized he didn’t want to leave. Danny would have some internal struggles but eventually decided that he would stay and keep the town safe from the league of assassins as well as the ghosts that he (kinda) helped unleash onto the world.

So with the help of Sam, Tucker and Jazz they manage to create a social bubble for all of Amity Park, just so the league doesn’t come snooping.

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But if Damien ever met Jazz he would most DEFINITELY blame her for keeping Danny away from him. It’s up to you all if he would ever forgive her or not!

Edit:

There’s a part TWO

#fun #danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #damien wayne #damian al ghul #chaos #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc crossover #twin au #dc x dp twin au #because yessss #cute #:3 #minne try’s

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 9 months

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Black Cat Au part 5

1. The cats usually go out of thier way to avoid Batman. At first they were afraid of him getting thier hands on thier DNA and finding out they weren't fully human, but then they just kept doing it because they knew it bothered him for some reason.

That and he hated seeing the marks and gouges left behind from thier claws after they run up the buildings with them and they didn't want him to lecture them again.

2. The bats need a distraction so Kitty runs over to some street performers/musicians and ask them for thier help. He sings the punk version of Everytime We Touch with a hint of his ghost powers. It works like a charm and a crowd quickly gathers around.

Kitty leaves thousands of dollars worth of jewels in each performers instrument case and walks away casually as thier eyes bug out.

3. In my original imaginings of Black Cat (and how I still view him) Dannys outfit is a copy of Catwomans jumpsuit/ bodysuit with a spare smaller whip wrapped around his waist and acting as a tail, hence the name Black Cat. Alley tried her best but sadly she couldn't get him to wear the open chest version of the bodysuit. (Which i cannot find a reference picture of for the life of me)

"Theres no way I could pull that off."

"Bro, everyone would be able to pull that off" ;)

Cue kitty's red faced sputtering and Catwoman mentioning she wanted grandkittens and Danny firing back with "Deal with the kids you have now!"

In this household we gang up on Black Cat.

4. Robin had just chased a criminal into an abandoned apartment building and took them down. As he was about to finish securing the thug with rope he spotted something glowey and purple out of the corner of his eye. He notified Oracle through the coms and went to investigate only to find a...door? It was completely identical to all the doors around it aside from its color and glowyness. Upon opening it however he came face to face with the Ghost Zone. The bats explored it for a bit before they returned home. The next day the door was normal and no longer lead to a swirly green goo dimension.

5. Danny seemed really worried/distressed when Damian told the purple door story to him at the flower shop and he had a hunch that he knew more than he was saying. But mostly he was feeling protective. What was making his flowerboy so scared and how quickly can he chop it into tiny pieces?

6. Black Cat has a weird reaction to Blood Blossoms and Batman takes note. He discretely starts testing Kitty for other weaknesses to supernatural wards. All others come back negative. Batman eventually chalks it up to an allergy and moves on.

7. Danny eventually tells Damian about Phantom after they land in a time sensitive situation they can't get out of without the use of his powers. He of course swears him to secrecy.

8. Batman accuses Black Cat to be a League assassin sent to infiltrate the batfam and gain thier trust. Kitty was genuinely surprised about assassins being a thing around here. The batfam apologized for Batmans conspiracy theories and Kitty shrugged it off, saying its not the first time he'd been accused of being something he's not and he doubts it'll be the last.

9. If Kitty gets kidnapped after he and Robin start dating he'll start singing the chorus of My Boyfriend's Back to taunt the villian right before Robin appears to beat the stuffing out of them. Bonus if its Skulker and after Kitty reveals Phantom to him, so Damian already knows everything and has tools Kitty made to fight supernatural beings with.

Skulker learns to fear Robin that day.

10. The cats decided they didn't like the pictures on thier wanted posters so they broke into the police commissioners office and personally handed him pictures they took of themselves doing the nya cat pose.

Gordon just puffed on his pipe as the teens jumped out a window to escape, "Kids these days..."

I told myself I wasn't doing more Black Cat stuff but then people made fan art so here I am with more.

#black cat au #prompts #fanfiction prompts #plot bunny #dp x dc #damian x danny #damian wayne x danny fenton #danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #robin #damian wayne #batfam

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Ghosts from the Past

Chapter 1

"Danny, we're going to be late, please put your shoes on!" Jazz all but whines to her even littler brother. Yeah, long story short, Danny told mom and dad he was Phantom, it did not go well, so clockwork de-aged Danny to be a four-year-old, again. The two had moved to Gotham, under Nightengale. So now they were Jasmine and, Danny Nightengale. Jazz was doing her clinical internship at Arkarhm Assylum, and Danny went to preschool.

"I don't wanna weave you." Danny whines, stomping his foot. "I know, Danny, but it's only until 4:30, then I'll pick you up and we can watch all the slasher movies you want." Jazz tries to bribe, but Danny just starts crying. "I want JJ!" He cries as Jazz sighs, forcing his shoes on his feet and his coat on. "Danny, there is no JJ." Jazz says as the little boy continues to cry as the two make their way into the hallway. "JJ!" Danny cries right as their neighbor from across the hall exits his apartment. "Danny I don't know who that is." Jazz says, trying to calm down the little boy. "Ah, little tyke upset?" Their neighbor asks, as Jazz nods as the three get on the elevator. "Yeah, he keeps crying for a JJ, but I don't know who that is, and I know all his friends from preschool and his teachers." Jazz says as their neighbor looks at Danny. "Danny?" He whispers as Danny looks at him. "JJ!" He giggles as Jazz looks at the neighbor. "Last time I saw you, you were four, that was 11 years ago, you should be 15, little tyke," Jason says, as Jazz's mind races. "You're his biological brother." She whispers as JJ looks up at her. "You're not the adopted mom." He says as Danny wiggles out of Jazz's arms. "Uppie!" He whines as JJ complies. "We're not going to go to preschool today." Jazz says, hitting the button for their floor.

"What the hel-heck happened?" JJ asks, as Jazz sighs, as Danny runs and grabs a book about space. "JJ wead to me?" Danny asks, as Jazz sighs. "Not right now, Danny, we have to tell JJ the truth." Jazz says as Danny shakes his head. "Uh-uh." Danny says, as he runs back to his room. "Danny!" Jazz says, as she stands up. "Danny he's your brother he deserves to know." Jazz says, as she sits in front of his door. "I wanna go home." He whispers as Jazz sighs. "Danny, you know why we can't do that." Jazz says as Danny opens his door, and hugs Jazz. Danny has such big feelings for a tiny little boy. "Now, are you ready to go and tell JJ what happened?" Jazz asks, as Danny nods. "Do you want me to tell him or you?" Jazz asks, as Danny taps her. "Okay, I can do that." She whispers, picking him up and going back to the living room.

"So sorry about that JJ, Danny here, has quite big emotions." Jazz says as JJ nods as the two sit in the arm chair across from him. "My name is Jazz Nightengale, you of course know Danny. But what you don't know is, our, my, parents, hunt ghosts. And their crowning achievement was opening a portal into their demintions known as the Ghost Zone. Well, it didn't work, so Danny very stupidly," Jazz says pointedly as Danny's face blushes. "Took a look inside and turned the portal on, turning him into a half ghost." Jazz says, gauging JJ's reaction to the news. He seemed to be handling it well enough.

"But your parents." He says as she sighs and nods. "But my parents are ghost hunters, and so when Danny, after a year of being the town's only hero against the other ghosts, he finally told them. And it did not go well. They called in the GIW; Ghost Investigation Ward, or Guys in White, they um, they're the government's ghost hunters. So the god of time, de-aged Danny, and set us up here, in Gotham." Jazz finishes and Danny peaks his head out of Jazz's neck. "JJ?" Danny asks, as JJ smiles and ruffles his hair.

"You, my little brother, will never have to worry about this GIW, ever again, your big brother's gonna make sure of it." JJ says, as Danny smiles, looking up at Jazz, who frowns. "Jazz?" Danny asks, as Jazz looks to JJ. "JJ, you can't promise us that, not when Danny's existence is illegal." Jazz says as JJ stares at her. "Jazz, you told me your guys' secret, so I'm going to tell you mine. When I was about 12 years old, I was pseudo adopted by Bruce Wayne, and became Robin to Batman, his second Robin. When I was 15 years old, the uh, Joker, he used my mother, to get me into a warehouse by myself to save her. He ended up killing me. A woman by the name of Tailia al Ghoul took my body and dumped me into a Lazerous Pit, bringing me back to life. I became RedHood." JJ says as Danny gasps. "I wove WedHood!" Danny says, jumping up and down. "You, you do?" JJ asks, as Jazz smiles. "Yeah, WedHood is so cool, he kicks the bad guys asses!" Danny shouts making Jazz blush and JJ laugh. "Danny." Jazz scolds. "He does." Danny says with a shrug.

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #jason todd #batfam #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #toddler danny

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gretavangroupie · 2 months

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Crave (Part 2)

Word count: 8.0k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Summary: After pushing the girl you love into the arms of your best friend, you're left regretting your choices.

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, sexual situations, smut, fluff.

Crave Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

You climb into your car and Josh shuts the door behind you, disappearing back into the bar with a smile and a wave.

He’s such a good guy. What did I do to deserve someone like that in my life?

What the fuck is Daniel doing in there? What was that? Just when I thought we were finally good…

You let out a big exhale and start your car, trying to relax your racing mind. The whole drive home you convince yourself that you’re overreacting and that its harmless.

Danny and I are fine. He loves me. He wouldn’t fuck this up already, we just put the pieces back together.

As you walk into your front door you feel your phone buzz in your purse.

D: Where did you go?

You: You just noticed I was gone?

D: No.

You: I went home.

D: Why? You didn’t even tell me.

You: Are you really asking why I left?

D: I know… I’m sorry.

You put your phone down, unsure of how to respond. You know you are emotional and don't want to say something you don't mean. You flip through movies on Netflix when your phone rings.

“Hello?” You answer.

“Baby, please…. I didn’t know what to do.” Danny begs.

“I don’t know Danny… the whole thing was weird. You didn’t even notice I left. You immediately ignored me as soon as she walked in.” You say.

“No, I wasn’t! I just didn’t want you to have to be involved with her at all. I swear. I wanted her to leave just as bad as you did. We all did.” He says. You can hear the sincerity in his voice, causing your hardened stance to soften a bit.

“It just felt… not great.” You reply.

“I know, just come over. Come over and let me hold you. I need you. Only you. I promise.” He says.

Your heart flutters at his words.

“Okay, I will leave here soon.” You say.

“Okay, love you.” He replies.

“Love you.” You say hanging up.

You sigh, releasing all the anxiety from your body. Just as you are collecting your things and getting ready to head out the door you feel your phone buzz again.

Jeez, I’m popular tonight.

Josh: You ok?

You: Yeah, everything is fine. I am about to head over to his house.

Josh: Really? After all that?

You: What?

Josh: You let him disrespect you all night, completely disregard your presence, then run right back into his arms as soon as he asks?

Josh: I’m glad you’re happy. That’s all I care about. Have a good night.

You: Thanks Josh.

JOSH POV

Of course. Of course she is running right back to him. You should have known she would. You tried to play it cool about Olivia, but that woman is poison. She always has been. Daniel would be lucky to never see her again, yet here she is.

You always knew should would turn up again just to stir the pot and boy has she ever. You could see the look on Daniel’s face all night. You couldn’t let her know that though. You’re positive the other guys saw it too. It was just how it used to be. Her calling the shots, Danny bending to her will. She knew exactly what she was doing when she took that chair tonight.

You don’t know who you were angrier with. Olivia, for showing up and starting this vicious cycle all over again, with impeccable timing that’s for fucking sure… or Danny. You just can’t fathom how someone could have the chance to be with the most beautiful, amazing, dream of a woman and still act so fucking careless. You would never take her for granted, that’s for sure. Your anger flares up again recalling the events tonight.

Part of the reason you pulled her up to the bar with you was so she didn’t see what was happening under the table. Olivia running her foot up Daniel’s leg, and the shittiest part of it all was that he moved his leg towards her. He wanted it. But you couldn’t be the one to tell her, you couldn’t bear to let her see it either. You did the only thing you could think of in that moment. Take her away.

You wanted to take her away, far away, all the way to your house. You daydream of showing her what it would feel like to be the one that was doted on and loved on day in and day out, with no threat of uncertainty. You could give her that. You want to be that person for her. You think back to the night you finally had the courage to tell her that, painfully reliving her brushing it off. Now knowing why.

When you walked back into the bar after walking her to her car you saw Danny and Olivia getting awfully comfortable in those chairs. His arm thrown around the back of it, both of them staring at each other deep in conversation. You knew what was going to happen next.

God she deserves so much more than this. What the fuck is he doing?

You throw your phone onto your coffee table, sick at the thought of him treating her like this. Ignoring her and flirting with his ex, only to call her over after. It’s disgusting really. If only she knew.

You can’t help but imagine the fallout after Olivia sinks her claws back into him. He will be torn in two directions, and you know which direction he will go. Daniel only has one setting when it comes to choices. Irrational.

You pace around your house, trying to clear your mind and wind down enough to go to bed, but it's no use. She never leaves your mind, she has been stuck there since you met her. Why would it change now?

Maybe some music will help.

You crouch down in front of your record cabinet and scan the weathered cardboard sleeves, hoping one will jump out at you. You stop when you see the album Jake got your for Christmas and decide now is as good of time as any. Something about ‘broadening your horizons’…The cover of the Deftones album, adorned with a white owl, crisp and new, though the album itself is an older release. You slide the record out of the sleeve and place it on the turntable, placing the needle gently on the shiny vinyl.

Turning the volume up louder than it should be, you hear the song begin to fill your home, suffocating the feeling inside of you until all you can feel is the beat of the music in your chest. You check the sleeve to see what song it is that is hitting that spot so good. ‘Sextape’. Of course it is.

Walking down the hallway to your bedroom you grab your notebook and pen off the kitchen counter, knowing you’ll feel better if you can focus on something else for a while. You let the pen and paper have their glorious reunion for what seems like hours, until the clicking of the record player informs you it’s time to flip the album.

You are feeling more relaxed and decide to turn it off and try to sleep. You rid yourself of your clothes and climb into bed, hoping that tonight you can actually sleep. Laying your head on the fluffy pillow you let out a deep sigh of relaxation and finally fall asleep.

HER POV

As you pull into the parking space in front of his house you take a few deep breaths, trying to compose yourself. You step out of your car, grabbing your overnight bag and starting toward the door. After a few knocks he opens it up with a smile and motions his head for you to come inside.

“Hi baby...” he says, pulling you in for a hug and kissing the top of your head.

“Hi.” you reply dryly. You’re still not ready to move past the events of tonight.

He grabs your face his hands and looks into your eyes.

“I missed you all day. All I thought about was you. I just couldn’t wait to see you tonight and then… I’m so sorry. I didn’t know what to do. It was awkward for all of us, and I’m so sorry you felt like you needed to leave.” He says. All you can do is blink at him, trying to process what he is saying. The words you wan’t to say aren’t coming to mind and you’re already so exhausted.

“Are you tired? Do you want to watch a movie in bed?” He asks, releasing your face and running his hands down your arms.

You nod your head and he leads you to the bedroom. You drop your bag at the bedroom door and he turns on a lamp, grabbing the remote and clicking through the buttons to try and find a movie.

“What do you want to watch?” He asks.

You dig through your bag trying to find your big t-shirt and shorts and respond “oh I don’t know you can pick, I am probably not going to last much longer tonight. I’m still not caught up on sleep and it was a weird day. I’m drained.”

“Baby, I am sorry. I hate this. It was a weird day for me too.” He says crawling underneath the sheets. “Come here and let me hold you.” He gestures for you to crawl into his arms.

You climb into the bed, and he pulls you up against him. You hook your leg over his, fitting perfectly together. He selects a movie and as it plays your mind drifts off, thinking about the night and everything that happened.

“I was scared.” You say, breaking the silence.

“Of what, baby?” He asks, petting your hair.

“I don’t know. I guess just that if you saw her again…that you might want her back. That you might still love her.” You say, honestly. “We just fixed everything, Danny. It still feels so fragile and weak, and tonight felt like a step in the wrong direction.”

“No... Don’t even think like that. Tonight was nothing, I promise. She will be leaving soon and everything will go back to normal. ” He says reassuringly. You decide to leave it at that, not wanting to push the issue further, but you cant rid the nagging feeling telling you that it’s not going to be that simple.

He kisses your head and you fall asleep in his arms shortly after.

As your eyes open you see sunlight filling the room, you roll over and reach out for Danny’s chest but your fingertips are met by the cold exterior of the duvet. You feel a piece of paper crinkling under your hand and pick it up to examine. Blinking your eyes quickly to rid the blurriness, you bring it close to your face to read.

Early day at the studio, left a key for you on the entry table.

Lock up when you’re ready.

xo D

Huh, left me a key?

You pry yourself out of his comfy bed, and make your way to the bathroom, turning on the shower to heat up. You figure you will just get ready here before your shift. You are on a new shift today, trading with Bruce who normally has the lunch time shift. You grab a towel and take off your clothes.

You step into the shower and see water droplets still remaining from Danny’s shower this morning. You wet your hair and body and stand under the steamy spray, letting it relax your tense muscles. You wash your hair, then your body, enveloping yourself in the scent of his body wash that you have grown to love so much. When you are sufficiently pruney you step out and wrap yourself in the fluffy towel.

You quickly dress in the clothes you brought and search his bathroom to see if he has a blow dryer.

Yes. Bless that curly hair routine of his.

You blow out your hair and put on a light dusting of perfume before you pack your bag back up and head to the living room. You have a little time to kill before you need to leave so you lightly pick up the house, refolding the couch blankets and throwing away the trash. All of it reminding you of the first time you ever stepped foot in here, which seems like ages ago. Little did you know you would be spending nights here frequently.

After a pot of coffee has entered your bloodstream you are feeling energized and ready for the day. You scan the books on his book shelf and see a few photo albums, pulling them out and quickly flipping through them.

You see pictures from his childhood and early band days and your heart swells at the sweetness of their young faces. Placing it back on the shelf you grab the next one that is more like a book, and see that it’s not just a collection of random photos like the rest. This one is an album that was made for him by Olivia. Pictures of the two of them through various years and seasons plastered on the pages. You know you should put it down but you cant help but look at every single photo. When you reach the last page a handwritten note from her nearly takes your breath away.

‘We will always find our way back to each other, in this life and the next. I love you, Olivia’

You slam the book shut and place it back on the shelf. You collect your things, the key, and walk out the door, locking it behind you.

As you sit in your car your chest is rising and falling heavily, feeling another wave of panic set in. This uneasiness is beginning to be a pattern.

Thats what you get for snooping. Why does he still have that? Does he still look at it from time to time? Run his fingers over the note, pondering if that sentiment is the truth?

You shake your head, trying to rid those thoughts. As you drive to the bar you cant help but replay the words she wrote in your mind.

‘We will always find our way back to each other…’

Maybe thats why she’s here. She’s finding her way back, and you’re in her way.

Your shift at the bar is just not the same as it usually is without the presence of the guys. Very few people wander into the bar this time of day, so it is relatively quiet.

You make conversation with the people that do come in, and the hours seem to pass quickly. Realizing it is almost time to leave you pull your phone out of your pocket, hoping to see a text from Danny but there is nothing there. Just a blank screen.

Hmmm. Maybe he is waiting to hear from me.

You: See you here soon? I’m about to finish my shift, I can hang out a little while?

He replies fairly quickly.

D: No I think it’s going to be a late night. Sorry

You: No problem, call me when you’re done?

D: Ok

Bruce walks in and relieves you, telling you all about what he did today. You try your best to listen but your mind is unable to focus. After a few minutes you grab your stuff and head to your car, hoping that the guys don’t have too late of a night and you’ll hear from Danny soon.

Once you arrive at your apartment you throw your things down and immediately pour yourself a glass of wine. It seems like a good night to pamper yourself and watch a rom-com. You down the glass in just a few minutes and head to the bathroom to start a shower. As you step into the spray you let all of the anxiety of the past few days wash away, a special thanks owed to that glass of wine. Donning your favorite pajamas, you wrap your hair in a towel and pour yourself one more glass of red before pushing play on the movie.

After a few tears and a few laughs the movie finishes and your heart is full. If only real life played out like these movies.

Maybe it could?

Gathering your wine glass and your towel you deposit the glass in the sink and turn off the lights, heading to your bedroom and placing the towel back in the bathroom to finish drying.

You plug your phone in and see that it’s nearly midnight and you still haven’t heard from Danny.

Jeez, they never stay this late. I hope everything is okay…

You decide to shoot him a quick text.

You: Wow, it really is a late night, don’t work too hard.

A few minutes later you are crawling into your bed and you hear your phone buzz.

D: I’m home now, just got back about an hour ago.

You: Oh, I thought you were going to call me… no big deal. I was going to see if you wanted to come over here, but if you’re already home…

D: Sorry I didn’t call, it was a long day. I would have come over but I am just too tired. I will talk to you tomorrow. Goodnight

You: Goodnight

Oh well, no big deal. You cant imagine the amount of stress they must be under trying to get things perfect and meet their deadline that is rapidly approaching. You set your phone back on the nightstand and fall asleep in the comfort of your own bed.

As the sun rises the next morning you are feeling mostly refreshed from a full nights sleep and maybe just a tad groggy from the wine last night. You shoot Danny a quick text.

You: Good morning, hope you have a good day.

You spend most of your day cleaning up your apartment and running small errands, enjoying some alone time.

You have the night off tonight so you want to get your chores out of the way to be able to do whatever you want tonight, which is hopefully spending some time with Danny.

When 3:00 rolls around and you haven’t heard from him, you start to worry.

What is going on, this is not like him?

Your phone buzzes and your heart stops, hoping it’s him.

Josh: Got plans tomorrow?

You: No, I work at 9 but thats it?

Josh: Wanna get lunch?

Hmm a peace offering… I do miss him.

You: Sure, just tell me where and when.

Josh: Cool, I will.

Well that should be fun.

You like Josh, you like being around him and talking to him. He makes you feel safe and warm. You are looking forward to hanging out with him and taking your mind off of everything.

You can’t help the smile that finds it’s way to your mouth thinking about spending time with him again. You could really use the easy company that he brings.

When the clock strikes 7:00 and you still haven’t heard a word from Danny, the panic starts to set in. You send him another text.

You: Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you all day?

Again, no reply. Hours pass and it’s nearly 10:00 now, so you decide to call him on the off chance he might answer.

The line rings through for what seems like forever when you finally hear his voice on the other end.

“Hello?” He answers.

“Danny, what is going on? I haven’t heard from you all day? You haven’t replied to my texts… I was worried.” You say nervously.

“Oh, yeah I’m sorry. I was really busy today and I am stressed. Haven’t had the chance to look at my phone.” He replies.

Really? You couldn’t take thirty seconds to send me a text so I knew you were okay?

“Okay… well I’m sorry, I was just worried. Do you… want me to come over? I know a good stress reliever…” You say playfully, hoping to improve his mood.

“Ah… I don’t think so, not tonight. I’m just gonna go to bed. I know tomorrow is going to be an exact repeat of today.” He says with an annoyed tone.

“Oh, okay. I just haven’t really seen you in a few days. But maybe tomorrow.” You quip.

“I’m sorry baby, I will see you tomorrow, I promise.” He says sweetly.

“Okay, well get some sleep. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You say defeatedly.

“Alright, night baby.” He says, melting your heart despite your sadness.

“Goodnight” you reply, ending the call.

Maybe you shouldn’t jump to conclusions. He is fine, he just had a long day. Stop reading into it so much.

You tuck yourself into bed, falling asleep thinking about seeing Josh again tomorrow.

You pull up outside the restaurant and see Josh sitting outside waiting for you with a smile on his face. You have thought about him all day, you even found yourself checking your mirror before you left hoping he would think you looked pretty. Not that it matters….

As you walk up to him he greets you with a hug, the kind of hug that makes you forget where you are for a second. You inhale the scent of him, instantly feeling relaxed by his presence.

“Hi!” You say with a smile.

“Are you hungry? Have you been here before?” He asks, obviously hoping for your approval.

“No, I haven’t but I always drive past it!” You reply.

“Oh its so good, I like to come here on our lunch breaks but usually I’m by myself…” He says, his voice trailing off a bit.

You feel a pang in your chest at the thought of him eating alone.

“Well let’s go then!” You say, walking inside.

You both order at the little counter, Josh insisting that he pay since he invited you. You graciously accept and you both stand to the side waiting for your number to be called. As you wait for your food your mind begins to wander.

It’s so nice being here with him. It’s just so… natural. Every time you’re with him you feel this overwhelming sense of comfort. Like everything is going to be okay.

That word keeps circulating in your head every time you’re with him. Natural.

He is just so easy and fun and uncomplicated. Why doesn’t my actual relationship feel that way?

You chit chat about the weather and make small talk about what’s going on in your lives. You feel a flutter in your chest hearing him laugh out loud. He is so beautiful, and he has the best smile. His lips are so pink and you catch yourself imagining what they would feel like on yours again. You know you shouldn’t be thinking these things, but you cant help but feel something when you’re with him. A warm sense of security, like nothing bad can happen.

Snapping back to reality, they call your number out and Josh steps up. He takes your tray and leads you to a table. Even holding the tray he puts in the effort to pull your chair out for you before sitting at his own. He is so kind, he has the special charm about him that makes you swoon. You divvy up the food and you both start to eat, shocked that you have never been here when the food is so good.

“So, I heard it’s been a crazy few days at the studio?” You asks casually between bites.

“I mean… I guess? Just normal?” He replies with a confused look.

“Oh, Danny said it has been a stressful week…” You reply.

You can see him swallow and a look of questioning concern cross his face.

“Uhh yeah, it's been a little stressful?” He says, unable to hide the hesitancy in his voice.

You give him a suspicious look and push further.

“A few late nights in a row? That has to be hard…” you say.

“Um… yeah, we stayed longer than usual…” He says trailing off suspiciously.

“Josh cut the shit. You’re lying, I can tell.” You say.

He blows out an exasperated breath and runs his hands through his hair.

“How much have you talked to him the last few days?” He asks, dismissively.

“Honestly, very little…why?”

“Has he called you?” He asks, clearly annoyed.

“No… he said he forgot. Then last night I got worried since it had been all day since I had heard from him, so I called him…but he kind of blew me off. Said he was tired from the late night at the studio… why?” You ask nervously.

“Has he been checking in on you at least?” He asks in a harsh tone.

“No… not really.” You reply nervously.

He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“Look, I don’t know what is going on, but we didn’t stay late at the studio, and things have been normal stress wise. I knew this shit was going to happen.” He says, clearly annoyed.

“So he’s lying?” You ask.

He looks into your eyes. “I think…” he stops, and you can see the frustration on his face. “I think you need to just… step back and take a look at this whole situation and ask yourself what is really going on.”

“I’m sure I am just overreacting. Everything is fine.” You say desperately, your heart rate spiking.

“I think maybe you need to consider it that it might not be…” he starts before you cut him off.

“Why would you say that Josh? Maybe we are both jumping to conclusions!” You say.

“I am not going to sit here and let you continue to question his actions when I know for a fact that if he loved you, really loved you, he would be making every single effort to be with you. All the time, day or night. Had a bad day? The first person I would call is you! You think I would just “forget” to call you? No. Something is up, and you just continue to make excuses for him. I will be damned if I am going to just sit back and watch him treat you like this!” His voice starting to raise.

“Treat me like what?! He hasn’t done anything, I haven’t even seen him in two days! I never should have said anything.” You reply.

“You are just proving my point! You have no idea do you? You are just telling me everything that I already knew would happen! I knew he was going to treat you like shit and you are continuing to let him and I don’t want to hear about it anymore! I can’t. I just wanted to have a good day with you and all we have talked about is how he isn’t treating you even close to how you should be treated. It’s infuriating. I was just trying to help you… I was trying to protect you from this in the first place! From all of this!” he says, pushing away from the table.

“I don't need you to protect me Josh! I don’t need anyone to protect me! I can protect myself! Thank you for the concern, but I can handle it!” You say, your eyes welling with tears.

You both storm out the front door of the restaurant, still in the midst of the argument.

He mutters something under his breath and gives you a half-hearted wave as he gets into his car. He slams the door and starts the car, pulling away into traffic.

Cursing to yourself, you look to the sky, and it is looking as angry as you’re feeling. Perfect.

As you drive home a sense of dread washes over you. You hate leaving things like this, especially with Josh. Who you know is just trying to do the right thing by you as always. You are torn in two. You want to be mad at him, but really you’re not. He has been there for you unconditionally, and this time you may have pushed him too far. Deep down you know he is right about all of it. You are letting Danny walk all over you. You are bending to his will. Maybe you do need Josh. Need him to protect you. Maybe you even want him to…

You find yourself in a weird headspace that night at work. You’re excited to see Danny, you haven’t seen him or really talked to him much in a few days but you’re also uneasy about the fact that he has obviously been lying to you.

I have to talk to him. Tonight. I have to figure out what is going on.

You are also nervous about seeing Josh after your fight this afternoon. Things were tense when you left and you aren’t sure how that is going to translate into this evening.

As you impatiently wait for them to walk in, you busy yourself with a few restocking tasks that Bruce has left for you to complete.

Some time passes and you are finishing up the last case when you hear the bell ring.

You look over your shoulder and you see them walking in. One notably missing.

Where is Josh?

Danny, Jake, and Sam all walk up to the bar. Danny gives you a small smile when he sees you.

“Hey, long time no see…” you say playfully. “Where is your fearless leader?”

“He was in a terrible mood when he came back from lunch, even cut the session short. He said he wasn’t coming and left the studio in a hurry… I don’t know what his deal is.” Sam replies.

You look to Danny who just shrugs his shoulders. He grabs your arm and pulls you in, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“I missed you.” He says.

“I missed you too…” you reply.

Sam and Jake stare at you with weird expressions. “Um anyways…can I get a drink?” Sam laughs.

“Sure Sammy, what do you want? Jake?” You ask them.

“Just the usual. Thank you!” He says.

You grab the glasses and begin to make their drinks as they walk over to their normal table, leaving you alone with Danny.

“And for you?” You ask, already knowing what he wants.

“I’ll have the gorgeous girl behind the counter…” he says with a flirtatious wink.

“Well well well, you are trying to get back on my good side aren’t you?” You ask with a smirk.

“I am sorry that I have been so busy with work the past few days. How about you come over tonight and I will make it up to you?” He asks with a devilish grin.

“Maybe… I will think about it.” You smile coyly.

You hand him the finished drinks and he walks over to the other guys.

Over the next hour or so they come up once more for another drink, it is noticeably quieter without Josh. You feel a sadness creeping into your chest the more you think about him.

I need to text him. I need to tell him I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Tell him that he’s right…. Anything that will make him forgive me. All he has done is show me love and kindness and I threw it in his face, pretending that I don’t need him. I know that I do.

Your mind drifts back to the night you spent with him not long ago. Everything was so perfect in the moment. You remember thinking how you wish things could just… stay that perfect. But it didn’t. You pull your phone from your pocket and pull up his contact, your finger hovering over the message button, contemplating if this is the right thing, but ultimately shoving the phone back in your pocket.

Maybe I’ll just wait a little longer. Give him some time to cool off.

The bell on the door rings, part of you hoping that it’s him. But it isn’t. It’s Olivia. Your heartbeat quickens and you feel your body temperature heating up.

What the hell is she doing back here? I thought I had seen the last of her.

She looks over to you with a piercing glare, prancing right over to their table and pulling up a seat right next to Danny. Making a point to dramatically throw her arm over his shoulder.

“Olivia…” Sam says with an eye roll… “How…lovely to see you again.”

She snaps her head to Sam and glares at him before turning to Danny.

“Daniel, thank you so much for letting me borrow this last night. So sweet of you. Just thought I would come return it to you.” She says, handing him a shirt.

I know that shirt. Thats the shirt Danny always gives me to sleep in… I would never forget that shirt. What the hell is going on?

“Oh.. yeah thanks…” he says nervously.

Borrow it last night? Last night? But he…he said he was tired…he was going to bed…

Oh no. This is what Josh meant… How could I be so stupid?

Your heart drops into your stomach and you feel your eyes fill with tears as Danny whips his head around to you. You immediately turn away and walk into the back room, grabbing a paper towel and quickly blotting away the tears about to spill over.

He has been lying to you. Not only that but he was with her. She was there with him as he talked to you on the phone. Wearing his clothes….

The stock room door opens, surprising you. It's Danny, standing in the doorway.

“Hey….” He says cautiously.

“No. Get out.” You say pointing.

“Just let me explain.” He begs.

“No, you lied! About last night! About her! About all of it! Just go!” You yell.

“No! Just…. Just listen!” He yells.

“Daniel Wagner do not make me kick you out of this bar again, because I will do it!” You say.

He recoils and stares at you, shaking his head before walking out of the room.

You compose yourself and try to steady your shaking hands walking back out to the bar.

As you come out you see Danny sitting back at the table. To your surprise Jake is standing at the bar, leaning into it.

You swallow back the lump in your throat.

“What can I do for you Jake?” You say faking confidence.

“I don’t need anything, but you can pretend to make something if you want to. I just want to talk to you.” He says quietly.

“About what?” You pretend to be unaffected.

“You know exactly what.” He says.

You brush it off.

“Where is Josh? Why isn’t he here?” You ask him.

“I think you know the answer to that, too.”

The ache in your chest is growing bigger, all you can think is that maybe all of this wouldn’t be so bad if he was here. He could at least help you feel better in the moment.

If you could just talk to him…

“This whole thing is fucked up Jake…” you ask, a tear slipping over the edge.

“Ahhh….” He mutters out, shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t know what to do. This is usually the part where I talk to Josh. He would know what to do.” You say.

“Why do you think that is, you suppose?” He asks. “Why is he the one you turn to?”

“Because… because he… he listens, he cares and he knows how to make me feel better. He always knows what to say.” You reply.

“And why do you think that is? Why does he always know exactly what to do? Exactly what to say?” He presses.

“I… don’t know.” You quickly reply.

A lie. You know exactly why. You don’t know that you’re ready to admit it yet.

“Ahh, but I think you do know. I think you are trying to convince yourself you don’t. I think you are letting your head rule over your heart. Maybe you should do a little searching. I bet you’ll find your answer.” He says, raising his eyebrows and walking back to the table.

How does he know all of this? Why is he right? Damn that twin intuition.

You shake out your arms, ridding the uneasiness from your body. You look over to the table and you can see that Danny is mad, his jaw is tense and his body is stiff and rigid.

Olivia is gathering her bag and begins to say her goodbyes, her hand lingering on Danny’s shoulder just a bit too long. You roll your eyes at her desperate attempt.

She walks past you out the door, giving you a fake and malicious half smile as she passes. You look over to the table to see Sam absolutely chewing Danny out, purposefully not listening to what he is saying.

It is getting close to time to close up for the night, and you pour 4 shots. One for you and 3 for them, nodding to Jake to come collect them. He comes up to the bar and smiles at your peace offering.

“Jake…. Thank you.” You say.

“For what?” He asks.

“I think you know the answer to that.” You say playfully.

A real smile crosses his face, and damn if it doesn’t look just like Josh’s. Your heart swells at the realization. You feel your phone buzz in your pocket.

D: Please come over after work.

You look up to see him looking at you and he mouths the word ‘Please’ to you.

You nod your head in agreement, and you notice his lips turn upward almost into a smile.

As you clean up the bar and get ready to close for the night you do a little of that searching Jake was talking about.

You think about Josh and Daniel and you think about how you ended up in the mess to begin with.

If this was the perfect scenario how would it play out? Who would you be with?

The guy who has always been there for you, a constant sense of peace, someone who cares for you and comforts you. The one who makes you feel like you’re the only person in the room? Or the guy who lights your body on fire, engaging you in an intoxicating cycle of highs and lows. He tells you he loves you, but do you feel it in his actions?

The answer seems pretty clear, but is it the answer you want?

You know this is going to end badly for one of them. But who do you want to be with when the fallout happens?

Again you reach the same answer.

Maybe you’ve always known the answer.

You lock up the bar as the rain pounds down into the pavement, shitty weather for a shitty day.

You pull your hood over your head and run to your car, getting absolutely soaked on the way.

Once inside the vehicle you turn the heat on full blast and try to wipe the water off your face with your wet hands. You are shaking with nerves as you drive to Danny’s house.

You park, grab your purse, and jump out of the car running to the safety of his covered porch. With a deep breath you begin knocking on the door.

“Oh gosh you’re soaked, hurry come in.” He says taking your coat.

“This rain is just the cherry on top…” you mutter.

“Do you want a drink or….” He asks awkwardly, you can tell he is nervous.

“No, I think we just need to talk. No alcohol.” You reply coldly. “I want to hear it from you. Tell me what is going on Daniel, and don’t you dare lie to me again. I haven’t talked to you or seen you in days, only to find out… actually just… start talking.”

“I don’t know, I have had a rough couple of days. I didn’t know what to do, or what to say… it was just easier to not say anything. I didn’t want to risk this…” he says gesturing between the two of you.

“I called you, I asked you if I could come over…. Was she here?” You ask.

He lets out a groan.

“Answer the question Danny.” You demand.

“Yes.” He replies. Tears well in your eyes.

“But it wasn’t… it wasn’t like that okay? I swear.” He begs.

“So what was it like? Because to me it looked pretty bad. Wearing your shirt? You know, the one that you had me wear after spending the night together… Where did she sleep Danny?” You ask.

“I had just gotten home from the studio, I was about to call you, I swear I was, and the doorbell rang. I opened it hoping it was you, but it was her. She came in and I don’t know, we were just talking and then it was late and you called and I didn’t know what to do so I shut you out and told you I was going to bed. I didn’t want her to have to Uber all the way back to downtown so I told her should could stay, and sleep on the couch if she wanted. She agreed and so I just gave her whatever was in the dryer to sleep in. I was just trying to do the right thing, but now it just seems so wrong.” He says.

“But did she? Did she sleep on the couch?” You ask.

He stares at you for a long minute before casting his eye to the floor. “No.”

“Did you sleep with her Danny?” You ask, not sure that you want to hear the answer.

“No, we just slept, I swear.” He answers.

“Do you love her?” You ask, tears streaming down your face.

“What?” He asks.

“You heard me, do you love her? Do you still love her Daniel.” You demand.

“I…..I don’t know.” He says finally shaking his head.

“I knew it.” You reply wiping your face.

“No! I love you too. Please… I don’t know what to do! We have a lot of history, her and I. It isn’t easy to just shut that off. I am trying to figure out my feelings, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t have any. I’m just confused.” He sighs outwardly.

“Well that makes two of us. I think we both need to just… take a break and figure it out.” You say.

“You want to break up?” He asks, almost scared.

“I think we have to Danny. We have tried to make this work over and over and every time I think we have found our footing we slip and fall again. I can’t keep getting hurt. We both can’t. This isn’t what love is supposed to look like. It shouldn’t have to be this hard.” You cry.

“Is this what you want? Are you sure?” He asks.

“No, of course it’s not, but it I think it has to be this way.” You say. “We can’t be together if you still love her, and it’s clear she still loves you.”

“But I do love you, I promise I do.” He says.

“I know, and I love you too, but sometimes we can love things that are bad for us.” You say placing your hand on his.

“I’m so sorry. I never meant for this to happen.” He says.

“I know you didn’t.” You reply.

You reach into your purse and pull out the shiny silver key he gave you a few days ago.

“For your next house sitter…” you say with a smile.

You see a tear fall from his eye as he takes it from your fingers.

Seeing him so emotional makes your own tears fall faster, your heart breaking into a million little pieces.

This is not how your story was supposed to end but it feels like it’s over. Love isn’t this painful, this confusing. I’m sure of that.

As you stand to leave you wipe your tears on your sleeve. He stands too and pulls you into his arms holding you against him, wrapping you in his arms for a hug. You breathe in deeply, the smell of him filling your lungs one last time.

When he releases you, you make your way to the door. The sob that is ready to pour out of you begins to creep its way up your chest.

“I’ll see you at the bar?” He asks, hopeful.

You nod your head in response and pull his door shut behind you. As soon as you step onto the porch the tears begin falling, heavy like the rain from the sky.

You run to your car and get in quickly, letting the sob rack from your chest as you lean on the steering wheel for support.

The only clear thought in your head is Josh. All you can think of is him, you need him right now. Need him to tell you everything is going to be okay. That you did the right thing. But you cant, because you told him that you didn’t need him. You hurt him, for no reason.

You pull your phone out of your purse and try to regain your composure, thinking maybe he might answer your phone call.

You call him and the phone rings and rings until you hear his voicemail.

Josh, please….

Your trembling fingers type out a text instead.

You: Josh, please I am so sorry.

As you sit and stare at the tiny screen, you pray he will answer you. You’re met with the notification that he had read it. You hold your breath and wait to see his response but nothing ever comes.

You: I was wrong, I need you.

Again, read but no reply.

You know Josh, you know that he would never want to have this conversation over the phone, let alone a text. He would want to talk in person. So you decide that you’re going to drive straight to his house and tell him everything. If he still doesn’t want to talk to you you’ll accept it, but you have to try.

As you pull into his driveway your heart is pounding in your chest so hard you think you might pass out. The rain is coming down so heavy that you can barely see in front of your car. You see a light on inside and you know he is still awake.

Prepared to get soaked you fling your car door open and run to the porch. The rain falls heavily onto the hood of your jacket and you are dripping wet as you knock on his door. So overcome with your emotions your tears begin to fall again, only adding to the wetness. A minute passes and nothing.

Please answer….

You begin to cry harder at the thought of losing him too. There is no way you can handle that.

You hear the lock spin and the door knob turn and you are met with the sight of him. You can see in his face that he is sad. You can’t help but feel relieved that this is affecting him as badly as it’s affecting you. Even with bloodshot eyes and disheveled hair he looks just as handsome as ever. Seeing him makes everything hit you all over again, remembering why you are here in the first place. The wave of emotion that had been building up finally washing over you as your tears stream down your face.

“Josh…I'm so sorry, I know I fucked up. I should never have said the things I did. You were right, about everything. You've been right! I do need you. I’ll always need you.” you sob and look up to meet his gaze under your wet lashes.

The rain is coming down so hard that you almost miss the heave of his chest as he releases a deep sigh.

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impyssadobsessions · 9 months

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RAISING PHANTOM

Ao3

Teen+ DP x DC “Come on Danny, we're going to be late.” Jazz called as she finished making their lunches for the day. It wasn't anything fancy. A tuna-fish salad sandwich for her and two ham sandwiches for Danny. She just rolled a half of bag of popcorn into the lunchbox. She was only bringing one for them, since they be together all day. “Danny?” Jazz called again as she turned to put up the items back into the fridge. Grabbing a knife on instinct before opening the fridge door. Its been four years since they left their parents. You think she be use to the food in the fridge NOT attacking her by now. But considering the rough state of the fridge, its probably better safe than sorry. “I'm coming I'm coming.. hold on.” Danny grumbled from the back rooms of the apartment. It was a small apartment, but it still had two bedrooms. Jazz made sure it did. Though the apartment wasn't in as safe of a location as she would have liked.

But that what happens when you choose to live in Gotham. She could have gone anywhere for college, anywhere at all. Instead, she chose Gotham because she thought it be the safest place for them, as ironic as it may be. Besides, Gotham wasn't that unusual from Amity Park, but it still took time to adjust. Luckily, Jazz knew self-defense and often was able to hold her own, most of the time she just let them rob her and run away. Or if Danny was near, they would just disappear without a trace. It was a miracle they had only run into the vigilantes in the city a few times. She didn't want them to accidentally find out about Danny. Jazz plucked some water bottles from the fridge. She had filled one with electrolyte water and the other with kool-aid for Danny. She also put some electrolytes in it. The kitchen in the apartment was very small, barely any cabinet or counter space, a tiny room that only one person could fit in at a time. She hated she couldn't see out into the living room, but beggars can't be choosers. It was rough when she first moved out on her own with Danny. She had to delay college to make sure they could afford a place to live and stay. Danny felt so guilty. Luckily she had a lot saved up, and Danny's friends helped where they could. Vlad unfortunately did find them a year later, but she was able to pull some strings. He wasn't as clean with his work as he liked to believe. So Vlad had settled for visitation rights, much to Danny's distaste, but Jazz had made certain everything was in her favor. And She always kept a thermos and Fenton Peeler on hand, just in case. She was glad to have his help, but still didn't let him pay for most of their things. She didn't want to be indebted to him. However, his help allowed them the security to live lives outside of their parents. They wouldn't be able to touch them. She didn't even go by Fenton anymore, neither did Danny. After all, Danny Fenton was considered legally dead. It was best to keep it that way.

Not that their alternative names were all that well thought out. Jazz smiled as she zipped the bag, walking out of the kitchen. They had argued what they wanted, Vlad demanding they go by his last name, Masters. They of course refused, and were able to come up with a convincing argument why that was bad. It would have been too suggestive if it ever came to light. Vlad had begrudgingly agreed. Danny wanted Armstrong or Apollo, or something related to space. Jazz wanted to change their last name to something more common, like Smith or Gray. Danny argued that would look too obvious. So it took the entire month leading up to it to pick a name, in the end they decided it with a coin flip. Jazz had won and picked the dropped suffix of Fenton, Nightingale last minute. After all, she was still was considered the same Jazz on paper. So regardless of what she did, she still would show up as previously Jasmine Fenton. It was easier. She could keep her grades and everything she did formerly. All her scholarships and test scores would translate to any college she applied for again. It was more believable with the story they came up with too. Danny, on the other hand, had to have new papers drafted. So she rather Vlad focus on making certain, Danny's new identity was perfect, though she had overseen it. She was legally Danny's mother, after all. Danny finally made his appearance as he dragged his backpack down the short hall into the barely bigger living room. His black hair still scruffy, eyes were big and blue. He wore a red and white shirt with a rocket on it. He was so small and cute. Jazz smiled looking at her little brother, emphasis on little. “Ready to go, Danny?” Danny shrugged, muttering, “Yeah...” Despite physically being eight, almost nine, he sometimes kept his fifthteen year old attitude. He was de-aged by one of her parents' inventions. Sadly, that was how it was revealed he was a half-ghost. That night, Jazz had to speed off in her car with a five-year old Danny as their parents swore a ghost took his place. It.. had been rough. Jazz always felt like Danny was her kid in a way, despite being two years older at the time. It had been a long four years, but now things were looking up. She was about to begin her fourth year at college, and was recently hired at the public library. Which they were going to be late for. She double checked Danny's back pack, giving a soft pinch to Danny's cheek when she was done. Danny hissed in retaliation, but otherwise just shrugged his backpack on. Jazz smiled and lead them out the door, after double checking her surroundings. Trying to remember. She grabbed her keys and closed the door locking it. Making Danny grab her belt loop or the lunch bag, they walked out of the small apartment building that smelled of cat pee and weed. This was the only building that didn't have recent history of a drug bust or prostitution ring in the area, still Jazz was hoping one day she could upgrade. But that would have to wait til she became an intern at Arkham. For now, it was home. A home they made. Jazz glanced down to make sure Danny was still holding onto the lunch bag she had strapped across her shoulder. He was, while frowning down at the sidewalk. She knew Danny hated being small. She hoped she had made it easy for him, but it was never easy to go from stressed out half-dead teen.. to same half-dead teen in a five year old body-now eight. Jazz was surprised that Danny was a mix of his teen self and the young Danny she grew up with. Jazz partially wanted to analyze all the differences and the effects of one's psyche of being returned to a younger self.. but this was Danny. Her baby brother, now just her baby. He didn't deserve to have another parent use him like a science experiment. So she kept that thought to herself and maybe a couple throw away thoughts in her diary. It was interesting, but he was worth more. One day, he'll see it. She hoped. Jazz kept facing forward through the street, keeping a watch in corner of her eyes. This wasn't the most pleasant area to walk in, and they had a way to go. Still giving their odds, she preferred to walk all the way, instead of investing into a car or a bicycle.. or the bus or train. They limited their escape routes and bicycles were easily stolen. Gotham was just as bad as Amity Park, where streets were rebuilding constantly, so driving or bus would be a risk of being late. The subway was a no go for her, besides the creeps, she and Danny would be stuck enclosed with a lot of people. At least dark alleyways it was easy to use Danny's abilities to make them slip away, or when Jazz was by herself, it was easier to fight and flee. She was also saved a few times by vigilantes that way. This option also saved money, well as long as they kept from being mugged. Speak of the Devil. Only ten minutes into their walk, they were jumped and surrounded by thugs. No one even batted an eye, typical, as they lead the woman and her small “child” into an alley. Jazz had pulled Danny close to her, hands on his shoulders as they both side-eye for a way to escape, keeping close. Worse come to worse they'll give the thugs a ghostly scare, but they were hoping for an alternative. She let the thugs search her lunch bag and Danny's backpack. Jazz rubbed Danny's shoulder to keep him calm, knowing the boy was furious and frustrated. There was four of them, each with a knife, unknown if they had a gun. She wondered how skilled they were with a knife, scanning how they held them she could easily kick one of the knives out of their hands and use it. But Danny. She needed to give him an access point to hide, not that he would. Right now it was best to be patient. “Not even a cent? Now that can't be right. I bet girly here hides it in her bra.” Jazz took a step back into the wall, she didn't hide anything in her bra, but she did sew secret pockets in her pants to hide her cards and cash. Jasmine cursed as she should have planted fake money in her lunch bag, she forgot to after last mugging. “I don't carry anything in my bra. I was j-just in a rush and didn't think I needed any cash today.”

“I don't believe it til I see it.” One of the men stepped forward. “Out of the way brat.” Stall. Danny was tensing up protectively in front of her. Think Jazz, if Danny could be patient then she could grab the offending man by the arm and-

Jazz let out a sigh of relief, one of the few times she was happy be near the vigilantes. As a man in a red helmet dropped down on the thug that was inching to them. He took a tire iron and smacked one on the right in the head, sending the man to the floor. Thug on the left tried to stab Red Hood, who dodged the knife letting it slip past his side, before wrapping an arm around the mugger's, locking it in place. Then Red Hood grabbed the wrist with his other hand and jerk his arm fast with a bone cracking snap. Jazz instinctively covering Danny's eyes, while she watched Red Hood take the crying man and fling him by his broken arm at the last of the thugs who was trying to run away. Knocking them both to the ground. Jazz felt Danny pull her hand off his face as he kept his face towards at their hero. Red Hood waited to see if either of the thugs got up, before grabbing the lunch bag and back pack that was dropped on the ground. Jazz stepped over the thug in front of them, pulling Danny with her as she walked closer to Red Hood. Gathering what had fallen out of the bags. “Thank you.” She gratefully thanked him. She knew the muggers wouldn't have had a chance either way, but it was nice to not have to deal with the situation herself. “You shouldn't be walking alone.” “Thanks for the advice, but this isn't my first rodeo. I do appreciate the help. Its always scarier when they do it when I'm with Danny.” “I could have taken them.” Danny muttered, standing behind Jazz's crouching form. Jazz smiled, knowing Danny could, but should is a different story. Red Hood snorted, “Sure you could kid, but its better to just run. I'm sure your....” “Mother.” Jazz noticing the vigilante unsure of their status. She was young, and still young looking. It be easy to be unsure if they were brother and sister now, or mother and son. Though no one would know how correct they were. “Mom wouldn't want you to get hurt.” Danny glared crossing his arms, huffing. Jazz reached to ruffle Danny's hair who pulled away with his cheeks still puffed out. Jazz stood back up taking the bags, handing the backpack back to Danny. “Thank you again, we better get going and let you.. do what you need to. Come on Danny.” Jazz glancing at the thugs on the ground then back at Red Hood with a bright smile, as she turned to gently push Danny to the direction out of the alley. Danny was reluctant for a moment, eyeing the vigilante up and down, then turned with his sister's insistence.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #jasmine fenton #deaging #jason todd #fanfic #Dp x dc #Red Hood

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Passive Ecto-contamination and how Jazz Fenton is probably classifiable as a meta in the DCU

So, I’ve been on a Danny Phantom and Batman crossover binge recently, and I have to say, we don’t talk enough about how likely it is that the entire Fenton family, but especially Jazz, probably has enough ecto-contamination to count as a meta-human.

This girl has lived her entire life around ectoplasm (bc Maddie and Jack were working with it before they were together and you know they don’t care enough about lab safety to have stopped when Maddie was pregnant or when Jazz was little) and her late teens living two floors above a dimensional rift. She may not be a halfa, but she is 100% not fully human after living her entire life being surrounded, and sometimes ingesting, ectoplasm and it’s radiation.

I think Jazz in particular would get some more passive ghost powers. She’s got her own obsession in her drive to be a psychologist, but I’m pretty sure she’s also tougher than a normal human. She can take blasts from Vlad pretty much on par with Danny, and while her parent’s inventions don’t work on her as well as they do Danny, the do still effect her. (Yes, I might be extrapolating from the vacuum gag, don’t @ me.)

Her eyes probably glow a bit in the dark, she heals faster than a normal squishy human, and she ages slower than she should if she weren’t ecto-contaminated.

All of this to say, that I 100% think that if they existed in the same universe, the Lazarus waters would just be, like, rancid ectoplasm that’s been cut off from the Zone but still retained its powers (probably because of all of the dead people shoved into it tbh) and that it would be really fuckin’ funny if a fully healthy Jazz Fenton was pushed into the Waters, only to come up spluttering and complaining about how gross that is.

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Could you imagine. Like, I’m picturing Jazz had moved away to Gotham or Bludhaven and started dating Dick, only to wake up suspended over a very familiar glowing green pit. And the League of Assassins is reluctantly impressed with her apparent lack of fear when they explain what the waters are, but she just hangs there mentally groaning about how long it’s gonna take to wash her hair, and how much she’s gonna have to explain to her boyfriend once he gets here (and this is Jazz, she clocked that Dick was Nightwing almost immediately, the only thing that had tripped her up about Danny was the fact that Phantom was dead.) On the up side, she’ll no longer have to pretend to ignore all of the blatant signs of vigilantism that her boyfriend puts out. (Under the false bottom of a shared dresser drawer is not the best place to hide your electrified escrima sticks, is all she’s saying.)

So Nightwing and a few of the batfam come to save her and just as the fight seems to be turning she’s dropped into the pit. Dick is enraged, Jason took the opportunity to reload, Damien never stopped swinging, but then.

Splash splash. Coughing and spluttering. An irritated whine.

Everyone looks over to the pit where a very much Not Dead Jazz Fenton is wading out of the waters. She’s shuddering, and seems to be in some pain, but she’s rather nonchalant as she wrings out her hair.

Everything just. Stops. All of the assassins stare. The batfamily stare. Ra’s al Ghul isn’t thinking anything right now, as his brain needs to reboot, but afterward he’s gonna develop quite the obsession. One thought goes through every single person’s mind.

“What the fuck.”

Jazz looks around, tossing her still gross hair behind her to hit her back with a thwap, and she just looks around in mild concern.

Anyway, once they get Jazz back to Gotham and do the whole vigilante reveal (”yes, I know who you are.” “How?!?!?!?”) they realize that Jazz isn’t dead, but she isn’t in great shape either. She is supremely unconcerned, and texts Danny to get their parents out of the house for a few days so that she can take the Spectre Speeder and go see Frostbite.

Thus becomes the Batfamily’s crash course intro into Ghosts, ectoplasm, ecto-contamination, and the Infinite realms. Jason demands to come see these ghost healers too, it becomes a whole field trip. They get to the Far Frozen and that’s when Jazz has to do explanation round 2: yes, my little brother is the King of All Ghosts, which means that, despite being alive, I am also a Lady of the Infinite Realms.

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rainycat2 · 17 days

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Though I Could Not Stop For Death / Death Kindly Stopped For Me

Chapter Two: Glimpses and Insights

The good thing about being one of the lead-- and only if he was honest with himself-- researchers on the effects of ectoplasmic energy and radiation on the human realm was that the United States government was willing to bypass certain things in order to keep the Fenton’s continued cooperation and research firmly under their sponsorship. For instance, the favor they’d called in to help set up an identity and fast-track an adoption for the boy they’d found in the alley.

Upon discovering the boy, they had taken him in, patched him up, and put him up for the night in their guest room, immediately contacting CPS to inform them of what they’d found. The poor boy had a scar in the center of his chest, inches below his heart, with bruised skin surrounding the area. That wasn’t the only scar he carried, but the most immediate one-- it looked like it had only barely healed over, tissue still angry and red. The agency had instructed them to take him to the hospital first thing, where they found out the boy… effectively did not exist.

He wasn’t listed in any databases. No fingerprints, no registration of his birth, no known parents in the system. For all they could tell, he’d never even been in a hospital.

He also made it difficult as all hell to get any information. When he first spoke, he only spoke in Arabic, and the hospital had to bring in a translator. His name was Danyal, he had no last name, and did not know where he was or how he’d gotten there. When the nurse attempted to draw his blood, he’d almost bit her before the translator explained. Even then, it took a demonstration and explanation to prove that it would not be detrimental to him before he allowed it.

Jasmine, though… well. She’d taken one look at the boy in the alley and claimed him as her own. At ten years old, she’d plopped herself down on Danyal’s hospital bed, damn the consequences, and started chattering away, talking about anything and everything-- what she’d learned in school, her friend James who’d dyed his hair recently, the new family who’d moved in a few weeks back. And surprisingly, Danyal listened. Attentively. He’d slowly begun asking halting questions back, his voice hardly above a whisper, but in fluent English.

Jack shook his head, signing his signature on another piece of paperwork before flipping the page. As they had been first contact, and the boy had nowhere else to go after a test discovered the low level of ectoplasmic radiation clinging to him… The Fentons were approved for an emergency fostering situation after passing their inspections. Who else was equipped to keep an eye on his radiation levels? That was part of the whole reason the Fentons had set up shop in Amity Park, Illinois. Their social worker, however, had been very insistent that Danyal not have anything to do with their research other than monitoring his ectoplasmic levels, and the Fentons had readily agreed. They still had to take a course on trauma-informed care for parenting-- Danyal had been through so much, the extent of which they likely would never know. Their caseworker, a kind woman named Katherine, had explained that while Danyal knew English and could speak it fluently, they suspected it to be his second language. It would take time and lots of trust before he would open up and relax around them.

But… in the brief few weeks they’d spent together, Danyal had already captured his way into their hearts. Jazz nicknamed him Danny after they’d spent an afternoon trying to pronounce his name. She’d almost had it, from what Jack gathered, but she was missing the lilt to the end of the name that just. Could not be fixed. Despite hours of trying. So, Danny had eventually given up and given in to the nickname.

Jack rubbed his eyes, set his pen down as he got up from the desk. It was about time when the kids would be going to bed, and so he started the nightly routine that had recently expanded-- visit Jazz’s room first on the second floor, as it was closer to the stairwell, tuck her in and tell her good night as he turned down the lights. She liked to stay up reading with a light under her covers, so in about an hour, Mads would come by and do the same, telling her to go to sleep for real this time.

This time, however… Jazz’s bed was empty. Jack blinked in confusion, then glanced down the hall.

---

“Maddie, oh my God, you need to come look at this,” her husband whispered urgently from the stairs. Maddie looked up, one eyebrow raising as she marked her page with a bookmark and set the textbook aside.

“What is it?”

“Just-- come up here-- quiet, I don’t want to wake them up.”

She blinked, then smiled softly as she crept up the stairs, sneaking down the hallway to the open door of Danny’s room. The overhead light was off, but the lamp was still on, giving them a perfect view.

Danny was curled up in a little ball, snuggled right up into Jazz, her arms around him, one resting on a book on their legs. The light played with the shadows on their faces, the relaxed expressions showing their ages of eight and ten.

Maddie couldn’t help the squeal she muffled with her hand.

In her defense? It was adorable.

Though she did immediately regret it as Danny’s eyes snapped open, bright blue focusing on them both. She froze, lowering her hands from her mouth to show her soft smile, knowing that Jack was almost certainly smiling as well.

And somehow… that seemed to be enough for him. A few owlish blinks before the corner of his lips turned up, just a little, before he snuggled back into Jazz and closed his eyes.

Oh, how Maddie wished she had a camera.

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Over time, the collection of photos lining the walls of the Fenton house grew. Danny’s first day of school, once his therapist had said he was adjusted enough to go, and that it would be beneficial to his development. The first time they’d gone out together as a family. The first summer fair. Danny and Madeline training together, after they’d realized the other had self-defense training.

Danny was ten, now. Acclimating to his new life had been… weird. It was weird being away from the League, not knowing… everything about how he’d gotten here.

He remembered dying. That was hard to forget, honestly-- letting himself falter, letting Damian survive at his own expense. Mother’s cries as he faded, Damian sobbing and apologizing.

Damian.

His thoughts often wondered to his little brother (by two minutes, Damian liked to protest), worried about how he had grown. If he had grown at all. They weren’t the first Heirs to the Demon Head, after all. Simply the ones who were the most useful. Their father had been a prospective Heir, but turned Grandfather down.

Danyal wondered how he had managed to get away alive after that. Ra’s didn’t take “no” for an answer very well.

A tap on his knee, and Danny looked up at unfamiliar violet eyes, way too close to his space. His shoulders tensed as he leaned back, furrowing his eyebrows. “Can I… help you?”

The girl, probably his age give or take a year, had plopped herself down at the picnic table in the elementary school playground and had taken to watching him. “You’re different,” she proclaimed after a moment’s consideration. “You’re not like Paulina or the others. What’s your name?”

“Danny,” he answered. “Why? And what do you mean, I’m different?”

“I don’t know.” The girl sighed sharply, looking at the other kids playing around. Even from here, on one of his first days, Danny could just tell the cliques being formed. They’d be going into middle school, soon, but, well. People had their groups of friends, and Danyal was content being the observer on the sidelines, gathering information. That was what he was best at, watching and observing, collecting intel for missions.

“Well, that’s not an answer.” He shrugged and looked back at the homework on the table in front of him, idly writing in some of the answers. Multiplying fractions by whole numbers, honestly. Boring.

“It’s the answer I have. Anyway, my name’s Sam,” she continued. “You’re new, aren’t you? The new Fenton kid that got adopted, right? My mom was talking about you, I think, to Paulina’s dad. It’s nice that they adopted you.”

He had to hold back the urge to roll his eyes. “Sam isn’t a proper name.”

“Neither is Danny,” she shot back.

Alright, he had to give her that. A smile tugged at the edge of his mouth as he set his pencil down, shifting to look at her. “Okay, that’s fair. Yes, the Fentons adopted me two years ago. Yes, I’m new, I had a lot to work through before I could attend school. Do you have any other questions?”

Sam blinked, confusion flitting across her face at the businesslike tone he took. “Oh, um… Do you wanna be friends?”

“Friends?”

“Yeah, like. We can have playdates and do homework and stuff. Mom keeps telling me I need to make more friends, and Paulina’s been getting weird lately, so… Friends!”

“...I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Jasmine is encouraging me to have friends as well.” He held his hand out for her to shake.

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Danny was growing up pretty well, if Jazz said so herself. Oh sure, their family was absolutely insane even at the best of times. Sure, she was a sophomore in high school now, but… seeing how much work Danny’s social worker and therapists had done, how much they’d accomplished together, it made her want to help kids like they’d helped her brother.

She spotted the moment he realized she was watching him, his shoulders tensing almost imperceptibly until he met her gaze. Play it off, she’s not staring, not at all. Jazz got up, moving over to the kitchen table where Danny had previously been staring at the page in some… form of disgust mixed with annoyance.

“Hello, little brother,” Jazz giggled, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. “Should I offer to help you with your homework, considering you look like you want to set it on fire?”

“Jazz, this paper is literally going to kill me,” he groaned as he rubbed his face, pencil clattering onto the paper. “It’s just-- it’s so boring! I understand why we should learn how to predict events and how to prepare for them, but I learned how to do that before I learned to talk.”

“You should take that test to go into a higher grade,” Jazz encouraged. “I did it! And really, it’s so much more interesting. I get to take astronomy classes, I know you want to work for NASA when we’re grownups.”

“I know, I know,” Danny hummed. “But my therapist says it would be ‘detrimental to my development as a growing teenage boy coming from my background’,” he drawled, his voice completely monotone, drawing a laugh out of his big sister. “They act like I’m a feral kid, honestly.”

“You tried to bite your nurses when we first took you to the hospital. And the nurses when you got your vaccines. And your fifth grade teacher--”

“Okay, okay! Maybe I was a little feral,” Danny gave in.

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He really hasn’t changed, has he? Jazz thought to herself from her perch on the top of a building, watching her little brother go apeshit on Skulker. Danny was fifteen now, and…

Her little brother was a superhero. Well, Danny liked to deflect, call himself a ‘vigilante at best’, but… well. They knew better, really. He’d done some awesome things, and she meant that in the Biblical sense of “awesome”-- truly awe-inspiring things that, if it were anyone else… well, they’d probably be a little concerned. Danny, though?

Danny was probably one of the genuinely kindest people she ever knew. Apparently, after his big defeat of Pariah Dark, Clockwork had taken him aside and talked about what that really meant, to defeat the High King of Ghosts in one-to-one combat. The Infinite Realms worked on a hierarchy of power, after all.

Which meant that on top of his duties as a vigilante superhero, and having just finished his sophomore year, Danny was also being tagged in for High Prince of Ghosts duties. Which, apparently, included acting as a psychopomp in some situations, albeit with quite a bit more ass-kicking.

As she watched Danny give Skulker one hell of a roundhouse kick, it felt like… her perspective of reality blurred. One minute they were in the sky, the next, Danny was floating in front of her with a paper in hand, Skulker nowhere to be seen. So really, you could hardly hold her responsible for the sharp jump and yelp, reaching out to sock him in the shoulder. “Danny! Don’t do that, I thought you were fighting-!”

Danny let his shoulder go intangible with a laugh, patting her on the shoulder. “It’s okay, Jazz. It… we need to have a talk with the rest of the gang, hold on a sec.” He tapped the communicator in his ear. “Phantom to team, come in team.”

“Here, as always,” Tucker’s voice buzzed, followed quickly by Sam’s agreement.

“Cutting patrol short tonight, guys,” he hummed, wrapping his arm around Jazz’s waist as they took off into the air. “Let’s meet back up at my place and talk-- seems we’ve got a letter from good ol’ Clocky.”

“Oh, Ancients,” Sam sighed. “Can we not get one normal summer?”

“Redundant question, sorry, Danny,” Tucker apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, guys-- let’s just get back and talk.”

---

“I’m sorry, he wants you to do what?!” Sam whisper-yelled, a throw pillow clutched tightly against her chest. “Danny, you’ve got to be joking. You can’t just… you can’t just tell your parents. I mean, what are they going to think?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. “Look, he’s the Master of All Time. If he says that this is probably the best time to tell them, because I’m needed for Prince of the Realms stuff this summer, then that’s probably in my best interest to listen to him,” he argued, tucking a knee to his chest. “Just… look, I just need you guys to be there with me when I tell them. It’s not like I can just burst out of the gate with it.”

“And, y’know, Mom and Dad have gotten a lot better, lately,” Jazz mused. “They’re really focusing on the science of what they’re doing instead of just… building weapons for ghost hunting. I think they took my lecture on being researchers to heart.”

Danny raised an eyebrow. “You screamed at them for a solid hour.”

“It was a lecture!”

“Not to be the voice of reason here or anything,” Tucker cut in, “but… I have to agree with Danny, Sam. Clockwork hasn’t guided us wrong yet, and technically, Danny’s his boss now, so I don’t think he wants to see him go power-crazy. Especially not after all that crap last time.”

Danny winced. “Really, just. Salt in that wound, huh?”

“Sorry man. But seriously, we just… sit them down and break out the powerpoint we made. We can all take turns explaining it,” Tucker reasoned. “And besides, where he goes, we go anyway.”

Sam huffed. “Fine. But I’m keeping my armor on standby.”

Danny grinned. “Thanks, guys. Now, we should plan for it this weekend, so we can start planning the summer trip…”

----

All things considered? Telling the Fentons was… a whole lot less screaming and accusations than Danny halfway expected. They took the information calmly, watching the presentation the teenagers gave-- and really, it was a damn good presentation. They’d gotten scans from Frostbite about Danny’s biology, his DNA, and how his long-term exposure to ectoplasmic radiation had protected him from straight up dying in the portal accident. How the Realms had saved him as much as it killed him. How he’d spent so much goddamn time, blood sweat and tears keeping the city, the world safe from their own little brand of cosmic horrors.

How they’d learned that fighting was how ghosts socialized, so they set up ways to keep it from being destructive on Danny’s grades and the town itself.

Their parents were… shocked, to say the least. But at their hearts, they were scientists. Scientists that had been fed lies and bigotry about ghosts in a field where they didn’t have the ability, for so long, to prove that bigotry wrong-- and when they did finally have the ability, their want to be proven wrong had long since disappeared. How their bias had been drilled into them by their professors, by their professors, by everyone in the field.

They needed time to reassess. To work through their biases, to… to try to apologize, in some way.

Danny said they didn’t need to apologize.

They insisted.

---

His mission, of course, was hardly put in clear terms. Danny thought that Clockwork just liked to fuck with him, at this point, as his Guardian. He had the right to, or whatever. Regardless, the young ghost just had to stare as Clockwork explained.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to go to Gotham, a place that is notoriously full of crime, murder, and 100% has a supernatural presence, because the City Ghost has said that she’ll make your afterlife miserable if I don't deal with their furry problem?” he said incredulously.

“I hardly said that, Danyal,” Clockwork hummed. “What I said is that Lady Gotham, one of the older City Ghosts on this side of the world, has requested your assistance with your connections to both the living and Infinite realms in regards to a problem with one of her Protectors.”

“...So, the Bats,” Danny grumbled. “Hooray, that’s definitely what I wanted to do this summer. Go into the city that notably hates metas.”

“I hardly think that they will take umbrage with your presence,” Clockwork chuckled, patting his charge’s shoulder. “After all, your father lives in Gotham, does he not?”

Danny rubbed at his face as they floated to the couches that had appeared, the Long Now sensing the wants and needs of its owner. “I guess. That’s kind of… part of the problem, you know? I don’t want to go and see him, and then have to pretend that we’re… I mean, I know he’s my Father. I do. But.. I have enough problems without having to deal with the whole-ass Justice League on my ass, you know?”

“I believe you have less problems than you believe you do,” Clockwork hummed.

Danny narrowed his eyes. “Are you… going to give me a better answer than that?”

“No.”

“Enigmatic bastard.”

“If either of us is a bastard, young Prince, it would be you.”

“You cheeky-!”

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The Handsome Artist. 26.(Daniel Ricciardo)

Weddings and celebrations. It feels like the right moment to take the next step.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Waiting .

Note: took me ages to write this and I don't even like it.

I put a foot out of the car and sighed happily.

"Abigail!" Chloe walked to me and hugged me tight. Well, as much as my bump let us. "Ohh, look at you"

I smiled.

"You look so beautiful"

"Thank you very much, Chloe"

Her hands moved in front of me, but she was cautious.

"You can do it" I answered with a smile.

She touched my bump then with a smile. "I'm really really happy for you. Both of you. I can't believe you are bringing the first baby to the group!"

"Look at that beauty!" Scott shouted.

"Thank you mate, got extra fresh for your weekend" Daniel answered behind me, making us laugh.

"Not you, dude. You look as if you had driven for 6 hours"

I chuckled.

"How was the trip?" Scott hugged me and kissed my cheek. "Looking fine, Abi. Baby Ric looks good on you"

"Well, thank you"

"Yeah, you're welcome" Danny said and I punched his shoulder.

"Come in, guys. The others are already here"

Daniel grabbed my hand.

"Ready?"

I nodded. He kissed my cheek and smiled over my skin.

We were welcomed with hugs and smiles, praises for me and some jokes for Danny.

"Fuck off, guys"

I kissed his cheek and sat. He gave me a look and caressed my hair. "Do you want some water?"

"Juice? I need sugar"

"Of course" And he head to the bar.

Corey turned to me and smiled. "He is... Different"

"Not different. Just really really happy" Michael said. I nodded at his words and touched my belly.

"I wouldn't have said it better"

"Isn't it great?" Scotty said. "Dan having a baby. After all"

Due to life, schedules and routine, we had barely seen each other during the pregnancy, so we haven't talked much about everything.

"When he told me..." Blake started. "I was happier than if that kid was mine"

I chuckled and Baby kicked in me. "Mini Ric is happy?" Michael asked.

I laughed and took his hand, pressing it on the side of my belly. He smiled and his eyes turned bright. All of them loved Dan so much, it was insane how happy this little human had made them.

"And you don't want to know the gender?"

I shook my head again and just then, Danny came back. He must had heard that last part.

"Charlotte says that it's a girl" Daniel happily said. "She said it was a girl the moment we told her."

"And you want a girl!" Chloe exclaimed making everyone laugh.

"I don't mind" He said and wrapped his arma round my shoulders. "I'm just happy to have a baby. I don't mind if it's a girl or a boy"

I looked at him with a smirk. "I caught him cheeking little dresses at the shop".

"You little shit..." He groaned with a smile. He was blushing deep. "Okay! Okay. I just... I think it would be really cute to have a girl first"

Everyone laughed and clasped, celebration the confession that made my heart beat like mad.

Danny POV.

The brunch was awesome, all the time Chloe and Scott spent organizing this celebration was paying. I had gotten up and walked away from Abi, who was with Blake talking about something they had seen on the news. Blake was a big comfort for Abi, always calm and collected, she found him a relief in our gatherings. So knowing she was in good hands, I went for a drink.

"Hey"

I turned to looked to the side. "Hey, man"

Mike patted my back.

"I've seen that bump in your trousers. I don't know how she hasn't notice yet"

I smirked and pushed him. "What are you implying, Italiano?"

He laughed. "Are you doing it tonight?"

I shook my head. I had waited for the perfect moment, but it simply didn't come and now Abi was getting tired and probably would want to go to sleep soon.

"Maybe tomorrow"

Michael sighed. "You are not doubting, aren't you?"

I shook my hair and looked down at my beer.

"You are"

"No. I'm sure I want to do it"

"Then?"

"I don't know if she wants"

Michael sighed. "We have talked about this"

We had, yes. For weeks, actually. After the 6th month ultrasound, the idea popped up in my mind.

"I'm just so happy. I can't believe we get so share something like this. So precious and perfect" She had said with her hands around her belly. I knew it. I wanted to marry her.

"She is having your baby. She is sharing her home with you. Abigail loves you so much, mate. I see it, Blake sees it, Molly, Scotty... Everyone can see it. This is just another step."

"I haven't talked about marriage with her"

"Well, you guys take things quick, don't you?"

I laughed. "Yeah, we do"

"She will say yes. Just tell her what you told me"

I nodded. "I don't want to marry just yet. I just need to do this. To take this step"

Michael patted my back. "It'll go well"

"Thank you, mate"

"Now, shut up. She is coming"

"Honey?"

I turned to look at her and sighed.

"What's wrong?"

She sniffed and leaned into me. "I'm tired"

"Okay, let's go. Tell the others we headed to the bedroom. We'll come back for the dinner"

Abi POV.

Danny stayed quiet as we walked to our bedroom, which I thanked a lot. After living together for this months, he had started to understand everything better. He just knew when things were right or wrong, he turned into the perfect boyfriend and the damn hormones made me want to cry for the whole day.

The door closed and I felt my body shaking slightly.

"What's wrong? For real" He softly said. He wasn't accusing me of anything, he just knew that I wouldn't spill everything in front of someone else. It was always easy to tell a litlle lie instead of making everyone worried.

Daniel sighed and walked closer.

"I'm a bit overwhelmed" I said drying my tears. "It's the hormones"

Daniel kissed my cheek and his hands came to my lower belly. The bump was already so big.

"It's okay. We can stay here for a bit"

I nodded.

Daniel took my hand and walked me to the bed. I sat and he knelt in front of me. As usual, his hands rested on the bump and his thumbs caressed my skin.

"Maybe you could wear something else tomorrow"

"Everyone else has heels and this perfect dresses"

Daniel took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

"Babe. You are pregnant. These shoes are not good for you. I don't want you to get hurt."

"But..."

"No buts, honey. Just wear your sandals, okay?"

I nodded slowly.

"Lay here with me for a bit" I whispered.

"Of course"

Daniel hold me for a while, his hands moving either up and down my back or on my belly.

"I don't know that people and they still come to touch my belly and make comments and..."

He pressed a kiss on my forehead.

"I don't want them to do that... I actually hate it. This is my belly, my baby... Why do they have to come and touch me?"

Daniel hugged me tighter and kissed my forehead.

"I'm sorry." He whispered. "I'll stay with you, okay?"

"No, Dan. I want you to have fun. It's Scotty's wedding"

He kissed my forehead.

"And my girlfriend is pregnant. Almost 8 months pregnant." Daniel pressed a kiss on my forehead.

The next day came and Daniel had to help me with the sandals. He obviously had to make a show of it.

"Oh wow. Just look at you" He said when I got up from the bed.

"I'm like a whale in nice clothes"

"The prettiest whale, Abi"

"What?"

We both started laughing like idiots.

"No, but hey. You look really pretty. For real. You are stunning, my love."

My cheeks warmed and I looked down at his chest. I fixed the shirt and then ran my fingers over the thin fabric. There was no tie, he said it didn't fit his vibe. And the blazer had tiny dots on it because he didn't want to go full on blue. But he looked so handsome.

"You look stunning too, Danny" I kissed his lips softly and he smiled, brushing our nose and trying to pull me closer. It made me giggle. "Baby is getting to big"

He looked down. "Yeah." There was this bright on the eyes, that look he had every time he looked at my bump. "I really can't wait to have them with us"

"Baby is already with us"

"I know. But I want to see how they look." He out both hands on my belly. "Asleep?"

"I think so"

He smiled softly. "You better stay like that and don't bother Muma today."

I ran my fingers over his hair and he kissed me again. "Ready?"

I nodded.

Hand in hand, we went to the garden where the wedding was taking place, and soon, we found the guys.

"Oh! You look so handsome guys"

Corey, as usual, was taking photos of everyone, so yeah, he took a thousand photos of us too.

Then, during the ceremony, I felt Daniel moving a lot. His foot was tapping on the floor and his hands were fidgeting with everything he could reach.

"Babe"

He looked at me.

"Are you okay?" I whispered.

He nodded and kissed my temple. "I'm perfect".

"I'm so thankful for the day my brother told me he had the perfect guy for me. I remember laughing at first, but then we met and everything has been perfect since then. Lance was right, you are perfect for me Scotty. And I love you like I haven't loved anyone. I can't wait to see what the future bring us and... " Chloe was almost pm tears as she spoke.

I dried a tear. Daniel noticed and hugged my shoulders. For the first time, I wondered if we would ever be like this. If we would ever have a nice celebration with out family and friends.

The rest was just as beautiful. Even Danny cried a bit. And then the dinner was amazing and the couple had their first dance and I couldn't stop crying because the baby had made me extremely sensitive. I wasn't really agile and I didn't like dancing anyway, so I stuck to my comfortable chair. But I grew thirsty at some point.

I felt a hand on my lower back and turned around. "Hey" The image made me smile. His cheeks were so pink from dancing. "You look cute"

He chuckled. "What are you gonna get?"

"Well, I was thinking about tequila shots" I said sarcastically. Daniel barked a laugh and pinched my ass. "Auch"

"Miss. Your water"

"Thanks"

I grabbed the bottle and looked at Daniel, who had a tiny smile and was breathing slow. "Wanna go out for a bit?"

I frowned. "Are you okay? Ten minutes ago you were on the top of that table"

"I'm perfect. Just want a moment with you"

I smiled and nodded. "Let's go"

We found a terrace with a perfect view of the garden. The chairs from the ceremony were still there. "This place is beautiful" I said in a whisper.

"It really is."

Daniel walked me to these arm chairs and sat on one, but before I tried to sit on the other, he grabbed my hips. "Sit here with me"

"I will crash you"

"You will not"

It was difficult to resist when he was looking at me with those brown eyes. I carefully sat on his lap and leaned on his chest. He put his hand on my belly and Baby moved.

"Hey cutie" He giggled. "Good evening to you too. Is Baby behaving well?"

I nodded. "I think they love the food."

"Muma has been eating a lot, hasn't she?"

I chuckled.

"Those mini pies..." I rolled my eyes.

"Same. And the salmon?"

I moaned and Daniel laughed. "But the cheese"

"No! Don't even dare to name it"

The cheese had been awful. Only the smell had made me want to puke.

Daniel kissed my cheek and brushed his nose to the side of my face. After our time together, I perfectly knew what it meant, so I turned my face and he captured my kiss with a deep kiss. It was slow and sensual, his hand leaving my belly and finding my neck. My cheeks heated up but beofe I could slide my hand under his shirt, he stopped me.

"I need to tell you something"

A shiver ran up and down my spine. He was so serious.

"Danny?"

He cleared his throat and I feared.

"Okay. Um... Charlotte told me to make it properly so..."

He maneuvered so I was now sitting. What did he do next? He got on one knee before me. My heartbeat grew erratic and I fisted my hands on my dress.

"I'm nervous as hell, baby. So excuse me." well, I couldn't even breathe, so it didn't worry me "I was talking to Scott one day and he was really excited about the wedding. He was excited because he would get all of us together, his family, friends... Everyone. He was excited because we all would celebrate with him how much he loves Chloe. And at first I didn't understand why doing it. You can love a person as much without marrying them. But... I love you so much, Abigail. You are the love of my life and the best thing that has ever happened to me. I'm so happy Molly dragged you to the studio. And I'm so happy you wanted that Argelian ivy around your breast. It was so badass for a first tattoo. And I'm so happy for that dinner at Pierre and Yuki's. And for the breakfast the next day. And for Colorado. And for those weeks I'm Perth. I'm so thankful for of of it and I'm so glad I took all those steps. And now... You are growing a baby in you, my baby, and even when I though I couldn't love you more, I do. I have fallen in love with you a bit more since the first day. And... I want to celebrate that. I want to put a ring on your finger to remind you all of this, all the beautiful things you mean to me. I love you so much and I'm already the happiest man alive. But I wanted to do this, I wanted to at least ask you and I know that after this dramatic speech maybe... Well. Fuck. Sorry. Would you marry me, Abigail Hopper?"

I hugged him and sobbed. "Yes. Yes. Yes. I love you so much. I want to marry you. Of course I want you. I love you"

Daniel laughed on my neck and squeezed me harder.

"Thank you, thank you..." He whispered on my temple.

I pulled back and cupped his cheeks. "I love you. And... You make me the happiest woman. I love you. I love you"

Baby moved and I giggled. "Touch"

"Are you happy? Hey? Muma said yes, sweetheart."

Baby moved again and Daniel pressed his forehead on my belly. I tried to dry my tears but it was stupid, I couldn't stop crying. With my fingers on his hair and his hands on my belly, I heard him talking to the baby as he used to.

"Danny"

He looked at me.

"Thank you for loving me and taking so much care of me. I thought I would never get it and I had lost all the hope. And you came and... I love you so much and I'm so happy we are having this baby together and... I can't believe you asked me to marry you because I was thinking about how I would like to marry you during the ceremony. And... Wow. I love you"

He cupped my cheeks and kissed me.

"Wait" He broke the kiss. "Fuck. I'm an idiot." He giggled and reached for his pocket. He pulled a little box and I laughed.

"Oh no, there was no need"

"Of course." He took my hand and kissed my knuckles. "Charlotte came with me. So I'm sure you will like it"

"I can't stop crying"

He opened the box and I gasped. It was beautiful, small and blue, pretty similar to the one he gave me for my birthday.

"Danny..."

He gently took my hand and slid the ring on my finger.

"We are going to marry"

He nodded and pressed my forehead to his.

"We are going to marry"

He kissed my lips and made me move on the sofa. We sat on our previous position and he hugged me.

I laid my head on his shoulder and looked at the ring in my hand.

"It's really beautiful."

"Just like you"

He kissed my forehead.

"We should wait until baby can walk"

"Okay. I'll be waiting for those first steps" He chuckled.

"And... Let's wait to tell everyone because it's Scotty and Chloe's weekend and I already took a lot of attention with the baby"

"Your wish is my command"

I smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Can you believe it?"

"Not really. I've carried that ring with me for the whole weekend."

Horrible part. But.... The next one...

Next part: Little flower.

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