#af x dc

[fandom-reblog-central]

I wish there were more af x dp and af x dc content

Artemis is prime adoption material as a child genius with black hair and blue eyes, and the clone and time travel stuff with Danny would slay

Post TLG: “You… overshadowed your clone?” “He was empty.”

Tim may have figured out the Batfam’s identities as a wee lad, but Artemis discovered and finessed a fae government

Holly has to fight a rogue (from either dp or dc)

Danny meets another weird rich person who is at least a little evil and obsessed with something inhuman

Orion and the batkids become besties

Artemis is rich: there could be gala shenanigans

Artemis starts studying ghosts since he’s on better terms with the fairies and the Zone is confused by this pallid living boy and his tank of a Butler

There’s even a chance for reformed rogue nonsense since he was raised to be an unscrupulous figure

Everyone bonding over the massive responsibilities they have despite being children

Bonding over the lack of real recognition

Arty and Timber bond over their absent parents and batshit (heh) shenanigans

Perhaps even Artemis (post character development) bonding over being slightly annoyed about needing to protect and always be better (Danny or batfam tbh)

Liminal!/Halfa!Artemis since he’s died before

Butler and Alfred know each other

Bruce trained at Madame Ko’s for a stint and met Juliet or Domovoi

Danny brings a message from Root/informs the poor man about what Holly is up to with everyone’s least favorite Mud Boy (and maybe angst where they meet again??)

Would Orion be in the Zone?

Arty and Damian bond (first over scathing judgements of others, then over shared interests, or they fill in each other’s gaps of knowledge, and they both have issues with their parental figures that remain unresolved)

Damian bullies Artemis for being weak and having generally bad reflexes (he’s so stabbable)

Artemis helps Danny modify his parents’ inventions (and/or gets into a friendly competition with Foaly and/or Tim to do so, Mulch tries to steal it)

Mulch tries to rob Bruce Wayne and gets in over his head

Goblin in Gotham

Troll in Amity Park

Ghost in Fowl Manor

Constantine is desperately avoiding the LEP

Holly blows up the Nasty Burger in a mission gone wrong (why is the sauce so flammable???)

The Riddler just can’t get one over on Artemis Fowl II

Tucker and Artemis end up in a hack-off with Foaly as the ref (or any combo of that lol—maybe even toss the dc computer batkids in there)

The Batfam finds they can’t speak another language to avoid being understood by Holly

Damian giving into whimsy and trying to disguise it as a diplomatic/vigilante/“just curious” thing when asking Holly about elves

Foaly messes with the batfam or tucker (or even the fruit loop)

Arty and the Bats are allies, find Holly, and when they take her in, she says something like “reminds me of the time Artemis kidnapped me” (Cue concern and confusion from BatFam, or, alternatively, “yeah, that sounds right”)

Batsy adopts another emotionally constipated child with a moral compass that knows where North is most of the time, but doesn’t like facing that direction

Barbara powers through some interference trying to defeat a rogue and discovers the LEP

Portal issues lead to Arty and the gang in the Zone or Gotham

Lazarus is a portal to the demon world, explaining the hair change (and possibly rage)

Dick trains Artemis to get more flexible, Jason bullies him into lifting weights or working on his punches, Damian keeps him on his toes with the whole stabbing thing—

Danny is enlisted by the LEP to tail Mulch underground, finds BatCave

There’s so much that could happen

This was so fun and exciting to think of, but I can’t do any of them justice

I am not a fanfic writer but I want this so bad

If anyone has any more concepts or perhaps even a snippet, please tag me!!

[bewitched-forest]

Formula for a Crime Scene - Ch 4

Circumstances leave Artemis Fowl and Danny Fenton living in Gotham to attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. More circumstances lead to the three boys becoming unlikely friends, and eventually something more. Now the three must navigate a world of superheroes, fairies, and ghosts together.

The worldbuilding of this fic was co-written by my friend, @half-dead-ham, and myself! They will be posting their own Crime Scene (The name of the ship as dubbed by another friend, @thetoyboxs) fic that will have similar plotlines, as we made them together! So behave!

[Ao3 Link Here]

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Damian crossed his arms, glaring at the door. Next to him stood Drake, equally upset. It appeared that Father had neglected to inform both him and Drake that for the entirety of the school year, they would be entertaining a guest. The son of some family friend. Not to mention, some war colleague of Alfred’s who served as the guest’s bodyguard.

A knock on the door sounds, causing Damian to straighten up. Best to establish quickly that he would not tolerate any sort of trick this new guest will be playing on him. He watches as Alfred walks forward, opening the door with a smile.

“Ah. Master Fowl, it's a pleasure to meet you. And Butler, it's great to see you again, old friend,” says Alfred warmly, stepping out of the way. “Please come in.”

Damian raises an eyebrow as the taller of the two, most likely Butler steps in. He’s easily taller than Jason, standing well over 6 feet. From what Damian could see, the man was well built. Honestly, the man could probably last in a fight against Killer Croc or Solomon Grundy.

“Thank you so much Pennyworth. And apologies once again for the delay,” said Butler.

Damian glanced over at Tim, catching him doing the same. So. Neither of them had known that, apparently, this Artemis Fowl and his bodyguard were actually supposed to be here earlier.

“It's quite alright, Butler. I know a thing or two about teenagers and their behavior.”

Damian can hear a huff, causing him to look over at the culprit. Dressed in a well tailored suit, stands a boy. Artemis Fowl. Their supposed guest, who was going to be attending Gotham Academy with him. Well, he’d already missed the first day, and Damian supposed he’ll 

miss tomorrow as well due to the time difference between Ireland and Gotham.

Damian scowled, measuring up Fowl. He stood with a good posture, but his body language could easily be read that he wasn’t too fond of this arrangement either. When Damian gets to looking at Fowl’s face, he scowls further as he sees Fowl staring at him with a smirk. Already, Damian could tell that Fowl would be trouble.

Fowl steps forward, expression shifting to something bored, and offers his hand to Damian. “Artemis Fowl. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Damian squints, taking the hand and shaking it before pulling away. “Damian Wayne.”

Fowl raises an eyebrow, before switching his hand to Drake. Drake shakes it, introducing himself as well. Damian watches as Fowl goes back to standing at Butler’s side after shaking Alfred’s hand, looking around at all of them.

“Now then. Master Damian, would you please show Master Fowl to his room?” said Alfred. Damian snapped his attention to him. Surely the old man was joking. But no, Alfred looked perfectly serious.

“Tt. This way,” says Damian, not even bothering to wait for Fowl before he turns and heads up the stairs. Though, judging by the soft pattering of feet behind him, Fowl had managed to keep up well enough.

“Mind telling me what you know about the fact that Mr. Pennyworth and Butler know each other?” asks Fowl, catching up to walk next to him.

Damian scoffs. “We were not informed of that fact until we were informed about your arrival after Drake and I returned home from school.” Out of the corner of his eye, he can see Fowl raise an eyebrow.

“Aren’t you and Timothy brothers? Why refer to him with a last name?”

“That is none of your business, Fowl.” Damian stops abruptly outside Fowl’s door, causing him to stumble a bit as he stops. For some reason beyond him, Alfred decided to place Fowl in the empty room next door to him. Damian opens the door, shoving it open. “This is your room. Mine is to the left. It's off limits.”

Damian looks at Fowl to see him smiling, mischievously. “As if I would enter your room, Damian. I have zero intention of rubbing shoulders before I get sent back home.” Fowl walks into his room, Damian knitting his brows together.

Sent back home? Fowl, whoever he was, Damian didn’t get ample enough time to look at Drake hogging the bat computer, was already planning to be sent home. Damian narrows his gaze at Fowl, looking him up and down. To a regular person, Fowl might seem relaxed, more than one really should be when entering a new setting. But Damian could spot the tenseness in his shoulders. 

This boy was suspicious. Despite reportedly being a civilian according to Drake, he had the ability to disguise his body language to the ordinary individual.

“Tt,” Damian says before turning away, stalking back down the stairs to find one of the entrances to the bat cave. He needed to do research.

Damian spots Pennyworth and the other guest, Butler, through the door to the dining room. He raises an eyebrow before ducking into Father’s study. After firmly locking the door, he walks over to the grandfather clock. He adjusts the clock's time, stepping back as it slides open. After glancing back at the door, he steps into the elevator and descends into the cave.

He barely stalls when the door opens, descending down the stairs with a vault before walking to the Bat computer. He starts it up as he sits in the chair, adjusting so he can be centered with the screen.

He opens the Batcomputer’s search function, typing in the words ‘Artemis Fowl.’ Immediately, several results appear. For both an Artemis Fowl Sr. and an Artemis Fowl Jr. Damian squints, retyping to specify the search for the later.

He scowls as the searches readjust themselves, the top proving to be a case conducted by Interpol. Opening the case files, he reads through. Apparently, Artemis Fowl Jr. was suspected for several counts of First Degree robbery, breaking and entering, and a number of other charges. To summarize, Fowl was a suspected felon. The problem was that he couldn’t be accused, as all evidence was purely circumstantial.

Damian stands up, closing the files before turning off the computer. One thing for sure, Artemis Fowl could not be trusted. Which means leaving him to be alone in the manor would not be acceptable.

Damian shoots back up the elevator, stepping into the study and adjusting the clock hands behind him. He unlocks the door before stepping out into the hallway, walking back to Fowl’s room. He spots the open door, stepping into the doorway and looking in.

Fowl sits on his bed, legs crossed and laptop on his lap. His chin rests in his hand, obscuring the view of the lower half of his face. Damian straightens up, staring him down.

Damian clears his throat, causing Fowl to look up at him.

“Oh. Damian. Is something the matter?” he asks.

“Pennyworth told me we ought to talk, considering our ages,” Damian replies. Obviously, Pennyworth has said no such thing. Though Damian wouldn’t put it past the old man to suggest it at some point.

Fowl chuckles, drawing an eyebrow raise from Damian. “I shouldn’t be surprised. He is Butler’s friend after all. Suppose the two of them would be similar.”

Damian squints, stepping into the room. “What do you mean by that?”

“Butler suggested the same thing. That I should take this as an opportunity to socialize with a peer. Based on our similar social status and our same age.” Fowl smiles for a moment while he talks before it's replaced with an amused but bored look.

“Hm,” replies Damian, standing beside Fowl’s bed.

Fowl stands up, causing Damian to narrow his eyes. “Well then. Since it appears we must socialize, mind showing me around?

Damian huffs. “Fine. Follow me.” Damian walks out of the room, listening for the pattering of feet behind him.

He walks through the house, showing Fowl the various rooms and telling what they are. He raises an eyebrow when they get to the main library, as Fowl drifts into the center of the room and looks around.

“Just how many books do you have in here?”

Damian hums. “A thousand at least, I believe. I don’t know, this library is older than even Father.”

Fowl looks back at Damian, raising an eyebrow. “Older? So it must’ve been Martha and Thomas Wayne’s, then.”

Damian glares, crossing his arms. “How do you know their names?”

Fowl smirks. “Come on. Gotham is infamous, even across international borders. You really believe I wouldn’t do my research on the family that will be housing me for the foreseeable future? That’s a fool’s errand.”

Damian blinks. The honest answer was… unexpected. Fowl openly admitted to doing research on them. He probably knew their names before they had even introduced themself. Damian’s expression sours. 

“Come on. You said you wanted a tour. There’s still more.” Damian heads out the room, keeping his arms crossed as he finishes the tour with Fowl.

[mini-moriarty]

there legally needs to be a Batman x AF crossover. Artemis needs to still be a menace. ACTUALLY WAIT!! Batman looks into the Fowl crime family and is just super confused.

———

“At least it isn’t those Fowls,” Alfred laughed after hearing Carmine Falcone was bailed out again, with a slight pinch of nostalgia.

“Fowls? Are they a crime family in England?” Bruce questioned, for all of his knowledge, esoteric knowledge on old English crime families is not his forte.

“Oh lord! Do not let them hear you say that! They’re Irish, they’ve been around since the Norman Conquest,” Alfred laughed, “They’re mainly financial criminals these days.”

“These days? They’re still around after a thousand years?” Bruce questioned, almost impressed, which was made easier by the fact they are generally non-violent.

“They’ve kept their grips on Dublin, I don’t know how far it ranges, but they had a row with the Russian Mafiya a bit back! Perhaps they’ve kept to Europe,” Alfred pondered, while running a damp rag over one of Bruce’s empty mugs.

“Who runs it?” Bruce intently questioned, more out of curiosity than a sense of danger.

“I’d reckon a direct relative, but it’s quite hush-hush,” Alfred frowned, “The last possible boss ship sank, but it’s been quiet over who the successor is,”.

Bruce turned to his computer to do some simple searches on the family, “Maybe he wasn’t in the direct line? That’s a reason to keep it quiet,”.

In his search, the only direct line was Artemis Fowl II, and while he was likely an heir, he was much too young to be managing it all and most likely had a “regent” of sorts.

Alfred leaned over to view the screen, “Wait, is that not the child who has the highest IQ in all of Europe?”

“…intriguing,” Bruce balked, vaguely horrified by a genius 12 year old running a ten century old crime family.

———

[deadsetobsessions]

Summonings

Ever since Danny Phantom became the Ghost King, he’s had to deal with an endless amount of crap. An eternity of it, actually, and it was constantly causing him unending amount of existential crises and stress.

First, there was the paperwork. Pariah Dark, the incompetent asshole, had left him decades worth of bureaucracy to painfully sift through. He ended up hiring some ghosts with paperwork obsessions to sort some of that out. Who knew ruling the infinite realms would require this much paperwork? He’s lucky each section of the underworld had their own systems to report to their own rulers who, in turn, report to him.

Secondly, there were the Observers. And other ghosts, like his own rogues, but they were the main issues. Eyeball menaces. They protested his appointment, something he actually agreed with. Putting a fifteen year old on the throne is rarely a smart decision. But the Infinite Realm values strength, the only type of currency that matters in the land of the gods and the dead. Danny? Phantom? He’s got strength in spades. With only a few months of being a ghost, Danny had managed to defeat Pariah Dark, who had cowered gods and struck fear into the hearts of ghost heroes.

But Danny hasn’t quite realized the significance of that yet, too focused on the realization that he was about to be in charge of the infinite realms. The Observants, since his reluctant and extremely limited coronation, has been up his ass about doing things the “proper way.”

Danny’s main problem lies with the ridiculous amount of paperwork though. It’s fine. Tedious. But fine.

But if he gets one more fifteen page essay style complaint form about some guy named Constantine, Danny might seriously reconsider donning Dan’s ruthlessness and offing the guy himself. Perhaps grab the man by his shoulders and shake him like a rag doll and ask who the fuck told him it was a good idea to sell his soul out like that? Danny eventually just sent out Skulker to hunt down the contracts and trade minor services for them. He owns most of the soul now, and perhaps he’ll hunt this guy down and force him to do paperwork.

Regardless, paperwork was just often tedious. He’s worked out a system for himself. The halfa, true to his teenage form, had better things to be doing. His homework, for one. Hanging out with his friends and logging in hours for Doomed 2 would be another. But no, he’s here, twirling a pen as he glared down at a stack of forms for a zone expansion. What the fuck does Zeus want to expand his zone for? The current share space of the sky domain is literally a perfect balance with respect towards the other gods. For the love of- Danny slams down a red ‘REJECTED’ stamp on top of the stack. His hair flickers wildly in annoyance, the iced over Crown floating above his head emitting concerning levels of frost. To anyone else but himself, of course.

He then feels a soft tug on his core.

Right. The third most annoying thing about becoming King: the fucking summoning. Danny taps his pen against his lips, clicking it against his fangs, as he considers the summoning circle that calls him. Huh. Desperation. Mildly bloody. Fear. Resignation- ah, fuck it, it’s not like he’s too enthusiastic about staying to do work with the Observers poking around. He takes the summoning, allowing his regalia to overtake his normal hazmat-clad form, and approves the summoning.

Oh hey, Danny thinks he recognizes that ugly ass trenchcoat.

—-

John Constantine has had more than enough practice summoning things that would give people nightmares. But there are things he normally refuses to touch, refuses to even entertain the idea of trying. As usual, desperation made John its bitch and the Justice League’s battered and bruised faces tugged on his shriveled heart.

He’s going to summon something from the Infinite Realms. Oh, but he wasn’t just summoning any old ghost. No, he thought, I’m just going to summon the one being that’s guaranteed to be able to crush our universe without breaking a sweat. Bollocks.

“Is it ready?”

“Untwist your pants, spooky,” John snaps, wishing he had a crate of whiskey he could down. “We’re trying to summon the Ghost King, not your average demon.”

“What do we know about him?” Batman’s gravelly voice demanded.

“Powerful enough to take us all out without even breaking a sweat. Defeated the bloody tyrant who ruled over the Realms last I heard.”

“That’s it?”

“You could ask Deadman, but I heard he’s on the outs with the Infinite Realms on the fact that he’s made of pure magic, not ectoplasm.”

“There’s no guarantee the king will work with us.” Zatanna says, pressing her fingertips together tiredly. She had been at the forefront of the battle and had paid the price for it. “But he’s supposedly more benevolent than his predecessor… and we’re out of options.”

“Hm.”

“Just make sure to shut up and let me do the talking.”

“Hn.”

John rolls his eyes and takes a fortifying breath, something that does not go unnoticed by the League. They all tense up, preparing themselves for a battle. Another one, seeing as they all got their ass kicked by a ghost only ten hours ago. The League is spread thin, running interference to distract the ghost in question and evacuating civilians.

John Constantine started chanting, the glow of his magic lighting up the circle as he spills his blood into the circle.

He waits, heart in his throat, for the summoning to work.

“Is it supposed to take-” Red Robin asks, only to cut himself off as the circle flares once more. Power pulsates outwards from the circle. Frost crackles on the frost resistant floors, spreading outwards as a green portal rips open the fabric of time and space. Long, spindly imitations of a hand grabs the edges of space and pulls, heaving the rest of his celestial body out of the tear in reality. John does not look away. He can not look away, not from the eerie green pallor of the King, not from his torrential white wisps of hair, not from the black-hole like material of his outfit, not from the nebulas and beginnings and endings tailored onto the King’s cape. John could not look away from the ice crown that floated like a bastion of power above the king’s head.

His mouth is dry. What price will he have to pay to save the world? What price will this being demand of him, of the Justice League, to save the world?

John desperately needs that drink.

—-

Oh! He’s in his home dimension! His core purrs at coming home, at the close proximity to his first haunt.

He was expecting cultists, or even the Winchesters again, but this is nice.

The Justice League- summoning him. Sam and Tucker are going to flip when they hear about this.

They’ve been staring at him in silence for a bit now. It was getting awkward.

“Why have you summoned me?” He asks, softening his tone. By their winces, he didn’t get it as well as he thought. Danny grimaces. At the first sign of discomfort though, the man in the trenchcoat- is that fucking Constantine?!- launches into a nerve filled tirade.

“Your, uh, Majesty.” He starts. “One of… One of your subjects is wreaking havoc on the world. We would be extremely grateful if… if you could reign him in?”

Danny’s face sours, only to quickly clear his expression as he realized how much even a small hint of displeasure causes the jumpiness in Constantine and the others.

“To do that, I will have to make a contract with you, seeing as you’ve summoned me.” Danny drawls, letting his overly long digits wave at the summoning circle in question. He could break it, of course, but Danny’s bored and trying to draw this out. He’s not saying he’d take a batch of cookies as payment but that’s exactly what he’s saying.

“The price… you could always have my soul?”

Danny pauses. “Your… soul?”

Oh, he did not say what he just said.

“Yes. My soul.”

Oh, he did.

Fuck it. Danny’s flashbacks of suffering through the reports pushes green into his irises and urgency to his action.

He breaks out of the circle, hands lunging and gripping Constantine’s jaw tightly. Danny ignores the shouts of alarm as he allows the thrown weapons to pass through him.

John Constantine is panicking now, struggling in the air as Danny lifts him an inch off the floor in agitation.

Good.

“Your soul, little wizard? The one you’ve split eight ways till the thirtieth of February? The one that caused,” he tightens his grip, no doubt bruising the man. “An insane amount of paperwork that I’ve had to suffer through. Your soul, John Constantine?”

Danny hisses his name. The man makes a warbling noise that Danny takes as acknowledgement. Danny bats away the weak spell Zatanna sends at him with a hand.

“You’ll find that I am in the possession of most of your soul contracts. To simply put,” he grins, teeth made of dying stars on display. “I own your soul. My soul, now.”

He drops the wizard who collapses onto his knees to stare up at him in horror, eyes flicking between the circle that was meant to contain him and Danny, who is very much not contained. He crouches down- something necessary but disjointed as he’s not used to this taller form- and speaks to Constantine in a slow, dead serious, drawl.

“If you ever sell your soul again, you and I are going to have issues. Is that clear, John Constantine?”

“Uh- yeah, yes, yes, your majesty.”

Patting his cheek condescendingly, Danny gets up and sighs, stress relieved. He’s starting to feel bad, though, so he allows his form to ripple back to his normal teenage Phantom self.

“Well, it’s not like anyone will buy it, since they know they’ll have to go against me.” He chirps, flipping 180 from his terror inducing eldritch voice. “So, what’ll you pay me to get rid of whatever ghost you’ve got?”

“…. Nothing?”

Red Robin holds out a bag, eyebags betraying his exhaustion. “I’ve got fifty dollars and a bag of cookies.”

Phantom beams at him. “Throw in a couple of autographs and you’ve got a deal.”

“That’s- yeah, okay.” Red Robin says, inching forward cautiously to hand him the bag.

“Great. I’ll be back for them later. You can call me Phantom. ‘Your Majesty’ gets annoying after a while.”

“Thank- thank you for your mercy, Your- Phantom.” Wonder Woman says.

“Sure. Make sure this idiot doesn’t make any more deals with demons while I’m out, yeah?”

With that, Danny Phantom grabs the bag of cookies and fifty dollars and flies through the wall to do his job.

John slams his head onto the space station floor.

“Fuck.”

—-

Danny: lol I’ll do it for the shits and giggles

Constantine and the League: he’s terrifying, a bastion of pure power and authority

Red Robin, Young “we commit war crimes bc it gets shit done” Justice leader and fellow gremlin: he’d probably do it for cookies. I would.

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 192

Danny feels exhausted. His stupid ghost-puberty is annoying, and is affecting even his human form. Which wouldn’t be that bad, except for the fact that instead of having a simple elemental or obsession core, he happens to have a Space one. Technically the Space Core seeing as apparently he’s the newborn Ancient of Space. Or something. 

Urgh, he just wants to get some food from the dollar store down the street, not deal with whatever attempted mugging this is. He’s hangry, and just wants to get some food and curl back up in his mass of blankets back in his tiny apartment. 

So maybe he overreacted. He might have released his very careful hold on his less-than human traits that have been attempting to leak through the last several weeks. On the bright side, he, uh, isn’t hungry anymore and is now back in his nest of blankets. 

On the other hand, there is now a vigilante in his window. 

[radiance1]

Gotham: Holy shit there's a random animal running around Gotham city and no one's ever caught it before. They say it only appears in thunderstorms and anyone unfortunate enough to cross paths with it look as if they've been hit by thunder.

Dan phantom, the 'random animal' who is in fact a Raiju in question: If I destroy this place I'll be fucked over by Clockwork. But if I don't destroy this place I'll keep being followed by this brat.

Damian Wayne, the brat in question: There is an animal roaming Gotham in thunderstorms, father. We must save it!

[iguessthisisanewobsession]

On the outskirts of Gotham a farm is made.

No one can pinpoint when it was started but it was clearly bountiful.

New orchards of plums apples and several other fruit whisper promises of fruits in the years to come.

Bee houses buzzed with life and ducks quacked and scurried to and from their pond, coop and the garden.

Vegetables by the rows with seasonal berries brushes spring up at the corners of the property.

Greenery that almost seemed to glow with how lush it was.

It was like a small oasis in the desert of Gotham’s dirty land.

And it was ran by only three people.

The woman’s name was Sam. She was known as an activist who seemed to do the primary care of the plants. The property was in her name and she went out of her way to invite people to take what they need.

Danny was the most well known of the trio. He brought the produce into the heart of the city. Anywhere that would take the food, kitchens, pantries, school cafeterias even people’s doorsteps.

Tucker was the technical mastermind, hidden but equally important. The sprinklers, planning of the pollination rotation, harvesting planning and statistics were his main focus on the farm. Not a single square inch of the the land was not under his watchful gaze.

All the food was fresh or properly stored and most interesting of all free.

Of course people were going to talk.

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2023: 13-Wednesday

Paris couldn't believe what they were seeing: Marinette Dupain-Cheng was in Gotham Academy, in uniform! They hadn't see her in four years! What shocked them even more was seeing her arguing with some guy and she wasn't backing down.

The students in Gotham Academy didn't pay them any attention. Everyone ignored the shouting and yelling; they just kept walking as if they didn't see or hear them.

"Shouldn't you get a teacher?" Nino asked a student passing by.

"For what?" asked the brunette.

The class pointed at the arguing students.

"Wat day is it?" the brunette questioned.

"Wednesday." Max answered, "Does it matter?"

"It's their 'Argue Day'." the Gotham student declared.

"Argue day?" Mylene asked, confused.

"Yeah." the student stated, with a shrug, "Like clockwork. Teachers learned to deal with it. They get competitive, too."

"My boyfriend wouldn't put up with this sort of thing." Lila declared, "He hates violence."

"Oh, who is you boyfriend?" the brunette questioned.

"Damian Wayne." Lila smiled.

The brunette started laughing and pointing at Lila.

"Dude?" the blonde nearby questioned.

"This bitch said Damian Wayne is her boyfriend! She also said he hated violence!" the brunette answered and continued to laugh.

The blonde joined, howling with laughter. The Paris class shifted uncomfortably.

"Listen here, Faker," the blonde spoke, "you're not dating our ice Prince. Not to mention Damian is one of the most violent Waynes to roam these halls."

Lila sniffled, "He just doesn't want the media to know. I'm not lying."

"Well, that's lie number two." the brunette counted, "Damian doesn't care about the media. They gave him the title 'Ice Prince'."

"Do you know how many reporters have broken their arms, hands, or fingers trying to get a scoop from him?" the blonde questioned.

"You the ones lying!" Aly shouted, "Lila said he was kind and helpful Damian Wayne does charity work with her, for the environment!"

"It's not that hard to look up." the blonde scoffed, :About every other weekend, he's in the park casually talking to Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and playign with their hyenas as they plan 'How to green up Gotham'."

Lila paled hearing how he associated with rogues. That hadn't been what she expected.

"Supposedly, his mother is just as bad as they are." the brunette declared, "If not worse."

Lila gulped, trying to figure out how to keep her classmates under her control as her lie began to unravel.

"If anything, it sound like you googled 'rich kid+my age in Gotham' and Damian Wayne popped up first." the blonde responded.

"How can you say that about our friend?" Kim demanded.

The boys pointed to Marinette and the boy arguing still.

"That is Damian Wayne." the brunette answered, "By tomorrow, they'll be back to cuddling and kissing, like they have been for the past three years."

"They basically chose one day a week to let their frustrations out on each other." the blonde spoke, "It just happens to be on Wednesday."

The Parisians turned to Lila for an answer.

"I-I'm sure that's not it." Lila declared in a panic.

"Oh, really?" questioned the blonde boy, "Yo, Mari! How many times did Damian drug your coffee and drag you to bed, last week?"

"Four!" she shouted, still glaring at him.

Damian scoffed, "It was three."

"Liar!" Marinette screamed.

The class watched on in confusion.

"Damian, how many times did Mari make you new clothes last month?" the brunette asked.

"Ten!" Damian exclaimed in frustration.

Marinette scoffed, "Like you don't complain about those 'monkey suits' and how uncomfortable they are."

"I didn't ask you to go out of you way, Angel, and make me those things!" Damian rebutted.

"Oh, so now my designs are things?" Mari declared, "I just wanted you to be comfortable!"

"I'm fine!" the young Wayne sighed, "You need to sleep!"

"How long did she stay up?" the blonde questioned.

"She didn't sleep." Damian growled.

Marinette threw her hands up before resting them on her hips, "I slept on the drive over. I drank Tim's coffee. It usually has at least five espressos. Not the most I've had."

"What?" Damian shouted.

"Ah, so that's the reason this time." the brunette spoke.

"Sorry, Liar, but no one in Gotham will believe that you are anything to Gotham's Ice Prince when there are pictures being posted, like this, by his very own brothers." the blonde declared.

He turned his phone around to see Marinette and Damian dressed in pajamas and curled up in bed together.

"Everyone in Gotham Academy knows they live together at Wayne Manor." he continued, "Not to mention, the moment someone tries to touch her or get in her personal space, he threatens to kill them."

"He had five knives taken away this month." the brunette stated.

"Actually, it was eight." the blonde commented.

"Oh, when did I miss those?" the brunette questioned.

"You were sick for a week." the blonde answered.

"Gotha." the brunette spoke, "So, good luck and welcome to Gotham."

"Have a good Wednesday." the blonde spoke as they walked away.

Marinette yawned, "Why am I yawning? I drank Tim's coffee."

"Todd switched his coffee with decaf." Damian smiled, "You just happened to drink it, instead."

"No." she whined, "You did this on purpose!"

"I did not force you to drink Drake's coffee not did I force you to stay up all night." he answered, "If anything, Todd is upset that you ruined his prank."

"But-" Mari yawned again.

Damian smirked and picked her into his arms, "We are going home and you are going to bed."

"School." Marinette replied.

"I already messaged the teachers on the ride over that e would be missing the next two days." the young Wayne answered, "I've also paid Todd $100 for messing up his plan. In exchange, he will bring you lunch and dinner."

Marinette didn't respond and curled up in his arms. Damian just walked out of the school.

"Okay!" someone shouted, "Who had them making up under fifteen minutes?"

"Awww, man!"

"I could have sworn they would argue longer today."

"Didn't expect her to not sleep."

"Or have decaf."

"If she had just had that coffee."

"How much did you lose?"

"$20."

"Lucky; $30."

"50."

Paris watched on as money was exchanged. Marinette and Damian Wayne's couple argument had gotten so common that people were gambling on it. They started to turn to Lila, who obviously had no idea how to explain what had just happened.

"So, you really were a liar." Nathaniel whispered, "Marinette was right, all along."

"I don't think we'll get to apologize to Marinette," Rose sniffled, "But she looks happy."

"Can't say you will be by the end of this trip, Lila." Alix sneered.

Lila was out of her element as Gotham had quickly spread her lie about dating Damian. No one believed her and if she said anything, they would just laugh at her. Not to metion her own classmates were now ignoring her. This hadn't been what she had planned; it was just another Wednesday. Nothing special about it.

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[mizartz]

The man with his rucksack raises the gun. Danny looks at him, really looks at him, sees his wide eyes and trembling hands and thinks that it serves him right. Danny’s own eyes glow green and bright, blood dripping down his face. “Better make it count,” he snarls.

fanart for close enough to be whole again by @hailsatanacab <3 i am obsessed with this fic!!!

[tourettesdog]

DP x DC prompt where Danny has been laying low in Gotham-- until he gets one hell of a ghost cold.

It starts at a local coffee shop. Tim thinks he might be more sleep deprived than he previously thought after seeing a random kid's eyes flash green when he sneezes.

Later, Babs sees a kid sneeze so violently while using a computer at the library that he physically knocks himself and the computer over. The kid runs off and the computer won't turn on after he's done using it.

While out on patrol, Jason sees a kid moving down the street alone at night, shuffling along like a zombie, groaning. When he tries to get close to investigate, the kid disappears. A strange trail of ice remains.

Dick finds that one of their safe houses has been completely iced over the next day. He sees the shaking, indistinct shadow of a person at the heart of the ice-- but they disappear by the time he can get close.

Damian finds more of the ice covering the park, stretching up a tree. He sees a shadowy person curled around the branches, groaning, dripping something green that looks a little too like Lazarus water. The shadow disappears when Damian approaches.

Not an hour later, Bruce watches as ice blooms across a nearby roof, surrounding a wavering, shadowy figure. He gets close enough to see glowing green eyes and hear a miserable, deep groan from it before it once more disappears.

They're not sure what to make of the figure. A new rogue playing a long con? A meta losing control of their abilities? Some strange specter even?

Before they can formulate a plan to investigate and deal with the figure, they find more ice blooming across an empty alley. The same familiar shadow lies at the center of the ice, but doesn't retreat this time. It lies curled in a ball, shivering and groaning.

The closer they get, the more the shadows melt away to show a very pale kid with green dripping from his nose and eyes, his body wracked by shivers. Whatever they were expecting, it wasn't some very sick meta(?) kid.

[graveyardgremlins]

I'm going absolutely feral over my own damn fanfiction. It's like my old grandma always says "I'm my biggest fan"

Anyway, here is a tiny snippet of chapter 10:

“Well,” Jason said after a while, “Maybe I liked it a little bit.” “Yeah?” “Just a little bit.” “Yeah?” “Maybe… The part where we weren’t falling anymore.” Danny blushed a violent green. “Uh… Oh.”

[bewitched-forest]

Formula for a Crime Scene - Ch 3

Circumstances leave Artemis Fowl and Danny Fenton living in Gotham to attend Gotham Academy with Damian Wayne. More circumstances lead to the three boys becoming unlikely friends, and eventually something more. Now the three must navigate a world of superheroes, fairies, and ghosts together.

The worldbuilding of this fic was co-written by my friend, @half-dead-ham, and myself! They will be posting their own Crime Scene (The name of the ship as dubbed by another friend, @thetoyboxs) fic that will have similar plotlines, as we made them together! So behave!

[Ao3 Link Here]

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Artemis crossed his arms, settling into the chair. Usually, he would enjoy the luxuries of somewhere on the Fowl private jet. But this would not be one of those times.

Butler sits down across from him, setting his elbows on his knees. “Artemis.”

Artemis scowls at his bodyguard and friend. “I don’t appreciate this.”

Butler sighs. “You need to get your degree Artemis.”

“As I informed my mother, I could just as easily get my ELC early in Ireland. They don’t need to send me to school, much less some academy in America.”

“You died Artemis. For six months, you were dead. You can’t blame them for wanting you to be somewhere you can be kept an eye on.”

“Yes because Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy of Gotham, inspires that much confidence,” Artemis says with a sneer, suppressing the flinch at hearing Butler talk about his death.

Butler sighs, pinching his nose. “I don’t know about Bruce, but Alfred Pennyworth is a good friend of mine. Surely, you could find something good to do with your time in Gotham. The… others are in a good place now. There’s no need for you. Perhaps, you could let yourself have time to relax. Have fun. Be a regular 16 year old.”

Artemis groans. “I haven’t been ‘regular’ anything since I was 12 years old Butler. Which was 7 years ago, if you’ll recall. I have no desire to associate myself with the imbecilic masses without any real idea of responsibility.”

“Well I’m afraid you’re just going to have to deal with it, Artemis. I am on specific orders from your parents to ensure you get to and stay in Gotham.”

Artemis scowls. “And I thought you were my bodyguard, Butler.”

“I am. But I’m also your friend, Artemis. You can’t keep doing this. Throwing yourself into trouble. One of these days you’re going to buckle from the pressure and none of us may be there to help you. And you won’t be able to get out of it yourself.”

Artemis huffs, crossing his arms and looking out the window. He was more than capable of handling a little pressure. He was one of the only humans entrusted with the knowledge that the People existed. He had died, and had a plan that led to him being revived.

He was ill fitted for normality, that much he knew. High school at some fancy prep academy full of idiotic school children who knew nothing but a life of pampering was even more ill-suited for him. He had saved the world, for gods’ sake. What was he doing being squashed in among the rabble.

“We will be touching down in Gotham in another hour. You’ve missed the first day of the year already, and will have to miss the second as well to acclimate to Gotham. But you will be attending on the third day,” says Butler as he stands. Artemis simply keeps looking out the window, causing Butler to sigh and walk to the other areas of the plane.

Artemis looks behind him to glance at Butler, before shifting and pulling out his laptop. He opens it, pulling up his research of Gotham. Since simply not going has failed him, he will have to go with some of his more proactive plans. Currently, plan B was to sabotage the Wayne family as much as possible. If that failed, he had other plans. One was particularly nuclear as while it would most certainly get him returned home, it would most likely result in him being quite actively watched by his family. As such, it was currently the last resort.

But enough about that for now. Right now, Artemis needs to study. From what he could find, the only current residents of Wayne Manor were Bruce Wayne himself, his sons Damian Wayne and Tim Drake, and the butler, Alfred Pennyworth. Upon being informed that he would be staying with the Waynes, Butler had informed him that Pennyworth was a former colleague of his, both having served in the army.

That unfortunately meant Pennyworth would have to remain unbothered. Butler would only allow him to do so much, and it would be best to avoid alerting him.

This of course, left the other members of the household. The easiest choice would be Damian Wayne. There were multiple accounts of how Damian was prone to anger, and the two would be attending school together, though in different grades. The most effective, however, would most likely be Tim Drake. Despite only being 20, he was already a CEO for Wayne Enterprises. Sabotaging him would mean sabotaging the company.

Artemis would have to adjust his plans once he arrived, of course. It's said that the other Waynes rotated out of the manor quite often, and of course the media could get things wrong. Not to mention, methods of sabotage would have to be conjured after study. It would be ill advised to make a plan now, before he had all the information.

Artemis hummed, perking up at the thud of Butler’s boots making their way towards him. Artemis scowled, closing the laptop and returning it to his case.

If he shifted, lacing his fingers and setting his chin against them. He would have to find a way home, one that evaded Butler’s attention long enough for him to pull it off. Being this far away from home wasn’t the issue for Artemis. He’d been through Limbo. But being this far proposed another problem than just Artemis’s discomfort. Gotham was notoriously corrupt and dangerous. So much so though even the People had heard of it, designating the place as a no fly zone for officers. While Holly was never going to follow rules, Artemis knew Gotham was no joke. If he was needed while he was staying in Gotham, Holly would be flying into a trap not even set to capture her.

Batman had banned metas from Gotham, as well as those who weren’t human, in an effort to mitigate the issues that may happen if they were captured and used by Gotham’s rogues. Artemis has no doubts that a faerie would be considered a prize among them, due to the unique properties of fae magic. Not to mention, Holly didn’t have permission in Gotham. While back at the manor she had permission to enter the dwelling, as well as the privacy, she would have neither in Gotham. While Artemis could plausibly grant Holly the permission she needed to enter Wayne Manor, the nature of Gotham would make her slipping in unnoticed extremely difficult.

It was long decided. Artemis would be ensuring his stay in Gotham was as short as possible.

[mini-moriarty]

AF x DC Fanfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40110768

part one

“At least it isn’t those Fowls,” Alfred laughed after hearing Carmine Falcone was bailed out again, with a slight pinch of nostalgia.

“Fowls? Are they a crime family in England?” Bruce questioned, for all of his knowledge, esoteric knowledge on old English crime families is not his forte.

“Oh lord! Do not let them hear you say that! They’re Irish, they’ve been around since the Norman Conquest,” Alfred laughed, “They’re mainly financial criminals these days.”

“These days? They’re still around after a thousand years?” Bruce questioned, almost impressed, which was made easier by the fact they are generally non-violent.

“They’ve kept their grips on Dublin, I don’t know how far it ranges, but they had a row with the Russian Mafiya a bit back! Perhaps they’ve kept to Europe,” Alfred pondered, while running a damp rag over one of Bruce’s empty mugs.

“Who runs it?” Bruce intently questioned, more out of curiosity than a sense of danger.

“I’d reckon a direct relative, but it’s quite hush-hush,” Alfred frowned, “The last possible boss ship sank, but it’s been quiet over who the successor is,”.

Bruce turned to his computer to do some simple searches on the family, “Maybe he wasn’t in the direct line? That’s a reason to keep it quiet,”.

In his search, the only direct line was Artemis Fowl II, and while he was likely an heir, he was much too young to be managing it all and most likely had a “regent” of sorts.

Alfred leaned over to view the screen, “Wait, is that not the child who has the highest IQ in all of Europe?”

“…intriguing,” Bruce balked, vaguely horrified by a 12 year old running a ten century old crime family.

For all of the Fowl's wealth, they don't appear to mingle with other wealthy European families and remain generally secluded. On the contrary to their quietness recently is their Interpol file, which is filled to the brim like a small library. Under new leadership, the reports mostly died out. For crime families, that doesn't reek of going legitimate but merely getting smarter.

Looking into Fowl II himself is a whole different tale, especially what the child psychologists had to say about him in the past.

DR. Schnitz Utterly disrespectful young man, he felt the need to question my authority and acted with a callous and egotistical demeanor. He told me in our meeting about how much he knew about me, and revealed that he had done in depth research on me beforehand to use against me. My guess is ODD or ASPD, or perhaps a mix of both.

DR. Francis I'm not sure what Dr. Schnitz was talking about. Artemis seems quite normal, but troubled. He told me all about his issues, and we made a plan moving forwards. DR. Francis I see what he was talking about. Artemis revealed that he falsified all the qualms just to see if he could fool a psychologist, I frankly believe he is a pathological liar and agree with the rest of Dr. S' assessment.

DR. Waterford Artemis was sent to me over bring a fellow student to tears over an argument about how to do a maths problem. He maintained that "[the boy] shouldn't have argued if he wasn't willing to back up his points," even though he left him sobbing and needed to be brought home. He seems to find satisfaction in hurting people, and has a sadistic demeanor. Even I'm not sure what to do with him, he needs a specialist.

DR. Po My assessment is that Artemis has a dismissive/avoidant attachment style. He views everyone around him as dolts, especially due to his high intellect. Once he found someone that he respected, he appeared to have calmed down.

Thankfully, the assessments ended after that, but the earlier assessments are concerning, though all but one are from before his teenage years. All of the reports seem more like not respecting authority, and if you are smarter than the authority, it may be hard. The added context of being a crime boss makes the aggression a bit more concerning, but no one seems to note a physically violent demeanor, despite his adversarial persona.

On the other hand is Artemis' bodyguard. Domovoi Butler, a master of many forms of combat and who has worked for the French Secret Service and the FBI, among others. He appears more like a hitman than any other kind of killer, even working for legal organizations due to his skill, only to go on the down-low during 1988 when Artemis Fowl II was born.

Finding current information was impossible, Artemis and co's information was all hidden beneath multiple layers, especially Fowl's financials under Angeline Fowl. From security cameras around Dublin, one could assume that he still resides in the Fowl Manor, but it doesn't say much that Artemis lives in his legal residence.

It would be foolish to try to get information as Batman, as crime families with little information about them are dangerous, especially if you don't want to set them off even more (there is no doubt that Artemis knows someone attempted to access his files), perhaps from businessman to businessman is the best idea.

[luffyrose]

Dp x Dc Blurb #5 (I think)

SO SO HAD THIS THOUGHT WHILE MAKING MYSELF FOOD!

We know, well, fandom kinda goes that ghosts form when around ectoplasm as well as have a strong enough desire to make a core. And Gotham is like Amity but less ley line more murder (so not as good ecto but still just as much, have to be a stronger ghost in general to be fine there).

Martha and Thomas Wayne are very much the type of people to come back as ghosts. No vengeance, no protection. They just wanted to see how Bruce, their little Brucie, grew up. They just wanted Family.

And that's exactly what they got!

They were thrilled when Alfred filled the role of father, even if he later claimed to just be a butler. Dick appearing in their lives was one of the happiest moments, how they wished they could tell him that his parents wished him well before moving on a few years later. Jason was adorable! Though it was upsetting to watch the other two begin too fight. It was even worse to find Jason joining them, even temporarily. Tim was a blessing to the family, keeping it from fully falling apart, and oh how they wished they could help all their little boys, because they knew where they all were and how they were feeling at all times.

With each addition they were thrilled for the large family, yet sad they could never interact, never help. Jason could sense them, but he'd only gotten help with his illness recently, poor child, he was still so ill.

The two Waynes had been there for it all. Watching, wishing, and gently tucking each of the boys in, even when they were far away from home.

But something was still missing. Both could feel that frail bond reaching out for another part of their family. A young boy they discovered while following it. He was about Damian's age, and could see them! He didn't seem aware he was adopted, let alone had a family waiting for him, but he also seemed so overwhelmed. The two decided to watch him but leave their little Danny alone. At least, they would until he was in danger.

And just like with the rest of the family, danger came.

It was just a random afternoon when they'd felt the pull of panic from the half ghost child, yet they couldn't leave Gotham so quickly. Bruce and Dick had a fight for the first time in a long time and...well it wasn't pretty and left ALL of the other children worried and confused.

So with the ectoplasm they'd gotten with their growing family, and even visiting their halfa on occasions, Martha and Thomas Wayne decided to do something about it.

The mansion was haunted. For the last few days things had been going completely haywire with no reasonable explanation but ghosts, or magic, but from what they knew the two went pretty hand in hand. So they decided to call Constantine to figure out why.

None of them expected Bruce's parents. Especially when they told them they needed to go save their brother Danny...a name that one particular batkid hadn't heard in a long time.

~~~

Open ended on which one, but sibling of batkid implied.

Martha and Thomas kept getting stronger with each kid Bruce adopted/got, Steph and Barbara inculded, and could feel a semi-frayed bond with one of the kid's biological brother and it led to Danny 🤗

They didn't plan to introduce themselves since the boy seemed happy enough despite the stress, they did not really see what his homelife was like. It was only after they felt something happen through their bond (which because they have obsessions based around family they can sense their own family) that they realized something was wrong and decided a good ol fashion haunting to catch their attention so they could find a way to tell them to get their brother.

[ryoalouette]

Inspired by this and this and this-

AKA

The Fentons in the Masterchef (or the likes) show.

Imagine how other chefs would be FREAKING TF OUT coz THE TURKEYS COME BACK TO LIFE??

[poke-me-with-a-stick]

Okay, I've been seeing prompts about a shape-shifting Danny au where he turns into a tuxedo cat and gets adopted by Damian.

But what if instead of a normal cat, Danny looks more like an actual ghost cat. A tuxedo cat, but the black is bright neon green instead, matching his eyes perfectly. You cannot tell me that Damian Wayne would not take one look at a cat that looks like it rolled around in a Lazarus pit and go 'mine now'.

He takes Danny home with him, after earning his trust, and hides it from the batfam as long as possible. It kinda helps that his new feline friend can walk through walls, turn invisible, and fly. But being in a house of detectives, he gets found eventually.

Damian refuses to let them run any tests on Cat Danny, and of course this frustrates the whole family because 'what if it's dangerous, we don't know if it wants to hurt us, what if its not even a cat? What cat glows neon green?' Eventually Danny shifts back and tells Damian the truth, and after the shock of that the two of them try to see how long they can keep up the cat act before someone in the family realizes that not only is this not a normal cat, it's not even a cat at all.

It all comes to a head when Ghost Cat Danny meets Previously Dead Jason Todd.