#all amity park residents are liminal

[stealingyourbones]

Short DP X DC Prompts #105

Bruce Wayne has been noticing a consistent odditiy in some of his employees. Things from being hyper vigilant, not acting even remotely surprised or scared in the middle of active gunfire, carrying very strange self defense weapons all by the same manufacturer, using slang terms that are completely foreign to any database he can find, and most of all: their eyes. He did blood tests on all of them. Every single one of them were human. So how can they make their eyes flash a toxic green? It seems to be a greeting of some kind. Both flashing their eyes green and smiling as they continue on with their day.

The only connection Bruce has with these employees is that they all had lived in the same town some time or another: amity park.

[darkmodepls]

One of my personal headcanons is that, if Amity Park is entirely liminal, Jason is always the first person to discover it and regularly goes to visit on holidays. Amity's enthusiastic and incredibly violent holidays.

So, Jason is super excited to go see his girlfriend during the Walpurgis Night festival. So excited that he has entirely thrown caution out the window and has been gushing about this festival to his henchmen.

Gotham being Gotham, word makes it back to the Rogues. While some of the meta Rogues are planning to cause havoc while the Bats are without a heavy hitter, some of the Rogues more involved in organized crime (Penguin, Two-Face, Black Mask) decide to try and take out Hood while his guard is down.

The City Spirit of Amity apparently finds this hilarious as it does nothing to stop them from crossing its borders and actually giggles at them.

Thoroughly creeped out by the disembodied laughter, the Rogues spread out to find Hood.

Penguin gets accosted by his Cousin Jack and is dragged off screen. Two-Face somehow starts a fist fight with Box Ghost over whether the number 2 or the number 4 is better. Black Mask actully holds Hood at gun point for all of 3 minutes before he gets bowled over by the brawling duo.

The Amity residents consider this is as good a reason as any to kick off the festivities a couple hours early.

The next three days proceed like the chorus of The Irish Drinking Song. The fighting is only interrupted by offers of food and alcohol.

Hood and the Rogues roll back into Gotham still drunk and slightly concussed. They all stay on friendlier terms once they sober up and at least one of them takes Jason up on his offer of going to another Amity Park Holiday.

[letoasai]

dp x dc 2 Mother Gotham

 I had... zero intention of continuing this.... and i still.. have zero intention of continuing... lol i don’t know how this part 2 happened XD Please enjoy or feel free to take it   ~

Part 1      Master List  Constantine stared. 

He’d had very, very little time to learn everything he thought he needed to know about the Ghost King through his contacts and as an adult, he didn’t like what he’d heard so far. He might not be the most responsible bloke but damn it, he wasn’t okay with a fourteen year old taking on so much pressure after what was likely a traumatic death. 

He learned very little other than how young he was, how well liked he was, and how he’d not only earned the respect of many ancients, but befriended them. A good section of his contacts refused to answer any questions about him at all, stating at they didn’t want to cause trouble for the king. 

It was commendable but fucking frustrating. He had to find his boy and his sister and take them to both Lady Gotham and Batman. He’d had a headache all night. 

Constantine wasn’t a stranger to the occult, not by a long shot. He was rather the Justice League’s resident expert, but his lack of knowledge surrounding Amity Park was inexcusable. He had no idea how an entire town went unnoticed but he was going to find out. 

The amount of liminals in one place was ridiculous but he’d have to actually go there to gather more information on these teenagers. As things were, he was waiting at the Gotham welcome Center at the appointed time and was always startled by the amount of activity there. People coming and going. Gothamites were unfazed by the gloom of the city and newcomers were often transfixed by their first taste of a city that harbored so many curses. 

Few were able to understand that it was Lady Gotham stretching her non-corporeal limbs. 

He’d only been there an hour, and he had no description of these teenagers. He should have just asked Bruce. The man had probably somehow already tracked down everything on these kid right down to their favorite colors, but he hadn’t honestly thought he’d need anything like that. Turns out... he was right.

Constantine had just lit another cigarette when the room got cold. He glanced around the room, eyes zeroing in on a hooded figure, a NASA logo printed across the front. He slid up to a vending machine, pushing a dollar in and punching in the numbers for whatever snack he wanted. 

The kid was so unassuming. He could have been any random teenager. The strangest thing about him was that he had a thermos dangling off his belt and stars had been drawn on his shoes in what looked like marker. 

He bent to pick up his snack, but when he turned, he was already pinning Constantine with a stare. 

He wasn’t used to a kid being the one to pick him out in a crowd, but this one…well… Constantine wasn’t about to question his qualifications as royalty. When Constantine did nothing, the teens head cocked to the side in confusion. It was a far too long moment where they did nothing but stare at one another from across the room. 

The staring contest was broken when a red headed young woman exited the nearby bathroom and slid up behind her brother, a hand on his shoulder and a question on her lips. She was definitely liminal, and not as human as they both likely had been once. Not that that mattered to him. It was just one more piece of information to file away for later. The Ghost King silently nodded in his direction, and now there were two piercing gazes in his direction.

 There was something about the sister he couldn’t put his finger on but it would be a bloody cold day in hell before he purposely pissed her off. She was definitely the type to be her brothers keeper, and someone with that kind of sway over the Ghost King was no one to fuck around with. 

He inhaled once more, enjoying the smoke filling his lungs before he hauled himself off the bench he’d been occupying to head towards them. 

“Welcome to Gotham. I’m your one man welcoming committee.” He greeted.

 “Who sent you?” The redhead asked. 

“Got a name?” The Ghost King asked right after. 

They were paranoid, but he didn’t blame them for that. Whatever had them running likely wasn’t friendly. The boy's eyes were rimmed with dark circles and there were bruises along his jaw and neck. His sister wasn’t injury free either. She was holding one of her arms to her chest. Possibly a dislocated shoulder or elbow. “John Constantine. Member of the Justice League Dark.” 

He never would have introduced himself like that normally but he was dealing with a King and well... spooked kids. 

“Dark?” The brother and sister exchanged a look. 

Constantine grunted. “We deal with the magical nasties and what not. I was summoned to Gotham to greet you, Majesty.” 

The Ghost King didn’t wince, but there was a tick to his jaw.  “Danny.” He corrected. “This is my sister, Jazz.” 

“Who was it who summoned you?” Jazz asked, her good arm wrapped around one of her brother’s. 

Constantine nodded to Danny. “His mother. Dunno your full story, but i was led to believe this was your actual mother.” 

Danny’s lips pinched. “That is what Clockwork said…” He muttered to his sister who nodded, though she didn’t look overly trusting. 

“And you have no connection to the GIW?” She bulldozed right through. 

Constantine’s eyes narrowed. “Bloody fuck is that?” 

They exchanged another look. “The Ghost Investigation Ward.” 

“The fuck?” He inhaled again, pulling the cigarette away from his mouth. “What’s their problem?” 

Danny’s brows lowered, a soft, quiet, and mostly certainly deadly sort of anger in that look. “Hunting and experimenting on my people for sport.” 

Constantine tsked, but it did nothing to truly betray how pissed off that made him. “Sounds like a couple of pretenders messing around in my neck of the woods. Thanks for the tip. I’ll be looking into that.” He paused to pull out his cell phone and make a note of them. “No, I’m a right bastard for sure but meddling with the Infinite Realm is a major no-no.”

The Ghost King’s ire lessened somewhat, but the faint glow to Jazz’s eyes hadn’t yet waned. “Why were you picked to escort us?” 

“Probably because i’m one of few around that could hear the call. Your mother has been making arrangements for the both of you. I’ll take you to her first and then to where you’ll be living.” They weren’t a very trusting pair, but he had to assume they had every reason to be cautious. 

Danny finally heaved a sigh and took his sister’s hand. “Fine. It’s a leap but only a lunatic would claim to be in the Justice League when they weren’t.”

 Constantine didn’t react to that, he didn’t want to worry the kid about how many lunatics there actually were. The laugh he’d have over this kid looking like Wayne adoption bait would have to wait. 

“Besides, one wail will take out a good chunk of Gotham, so i’m sure you won’t do anything stupid.” Danny continued. 

“Noted…” Constantine said dryly. He was getting shitfaced tonight. 

~

 Danny rather liked Gotham. Sure he’d barely seen any of it but the ambient ectoplasm was more than enough to sustain him. There weren’t many people who could say that kind of thing energized them but Danny sure could. Jazz could to a lesser extent. It was almost like home, except hopefully less volatile. 

Constantine showed them to his car that smelled like alcohol, cigarettes and magic and took off with them. He didn’t even seem to mind Danny opening and eating his bag of chips. He knew Jazz wasn’t in a trusting mood. He wasn’t either but Clockwork had told him bits about his mother. Had told him to follow his core and he’d find his mother. So far… he was satisfied with the direction they were headed. 

He stifled a yawn but tired tears sprung to his eyes anyway. He had no idea what time it was anymore. Gotham was so dark but there were people out on the street. It could have been noon or midnight and he was too lazy to even pull out his phone and check. It didn’t matter when his master plan was to get himself and Jazz somewhere safe and then sleep for hours. 

When Constantine finally pulled his car to a stop and got out, it had started to drizzle just a little. It wasn’t enough rain to even really get them wet, it was just vaguely annoying. The streets were startlingly vacant compared to the ones they’ve driven passed before and this was obviously an older section of the city. 

Having just arrived, Danny and Jazz didn’t know all the districts in Gotham yet but it didn’t take a genius to figure out that this wasn’t main street. Constantine headed towards an old bridge, pieces of it having crumbled away from age but the architecture had obviously once been top tier. 

“Where are we?” Jazz asked, keeping close to Danny, her voice only just above a whisper but Constantine heard her. 

“The meeting point.” 

Danny frowned, but he held out an arm to keep his sister behind him. His core fluttered in his chest, and he recognized that something was coming. He tried to pinpoint exactly what it was but the feeling was something altogether new though it reminded him of Clockwork or Pandora. 

With a gentle wave of power, she appeared. A woman, cloaked with gargoyle like features. She could have been made of stone but she approached them cautiously. “Daneil.” She whispered, and he felt her voice wash over him with emotion. Pride. Pride. Pride. Regret. Pain. Joy. 

Confused. Relaxed. “Was that my name?” he asked. He’d been so terribly small when the Fenton’s had caught him but he could see how his name could have gotten twisted around at some point. “Are you…?” 

Welcome. Welcome. Welcome. 

“This is Lady Gotham.” Constantine said, probably for Jazz and Danny’s benefit. 

She moved, fazing in and out of existence and stopping just out of reach. “Son…” she whispered, the emotion nearly dropping him to his knees. All of her attention was on him. When was the last time he’d had that from a parental figure? 

Danny stared back at her, her green eyes so familiar. He reached up to touch his cheek under his own blue eyes. It was a wonder she could even recognize him. Sure he felt the same but he was half human. Half alive. That didn’t matter to her? 

Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter. 

Danny exhaled shakily, falling into his shift. The rings of light circled around his middle before spreading out and revealing his ghost half. White hair topped with a black crown and green eyes matching the spirits. 

Constantine cursed softly under his breath, taking several steps away. 

“Oh, don’t be a wuss.” Jazz chuckled. “He’s not after you.” 

“Not taking any chances with all that,” he said. 

Danny couldn’t help his faint smile at that. “Daneil.” Lady Gotham reached out slowly, cupping his face. She didn’t feel like stone for all she looked like it. She was cool to the touch and he wondered what her core was. She felt familiar. Like he’d met her before. That made sense if she were his mother but after all this time, there was this connection that clicked into place.

 I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Lost you. Lost you. 

Here now. Here now. “It’s okay.” Danny muttered, barely even registering that the bruises on his face were disappearing. “It’s not your fault.” He dared to move, stepping into her space to hug her. She trilled in affection, holding him tightly while Danny chirped his automatic response. When was the last time Maddie had hugged him? 

Jazz could make him purr or chirp in affection but had his parents ever? He’d known Lady Gotham for all of a handful of minutes and already he felt safe in her haunt. It was far safer than his in Amity. 

Welcome. Welcome. Missed you. Missed you. “Daneil.” She said his name like a prayer. Voice quiet but filled with affection. 

“Guess i’m staying here for a while.” He muttered, his core humming. He pulled away from the hug, silently wondering if he’d ever grow horns or something like Lady Gotham when he glanced back over at his sister. She was waiting patiently, still cradling her arm. He’d managed to pop it back into it’s socket but it was terribly tender. “What do you think?” 

“I’m staying if you’re staying.” Jazz said simply. 

“Good child.” Lady Gotham whispered. She vanished from in front of Danny and reappeared next to Jazz. Thank you, Thank you. Thank you. 

Jazz couldn’t always make out the words in emotions but she felt them all the same. Her smile was warm. “He’s my little brother. I love him. I had to come along.” 

She hadn’t. She could have lived a normal life. She could have left him behind. She didn’t have to act as his shield when their parents found out about him. She didn’t have to but she did. She’d never abandoned him. 

Welcome. 

“We’ll figure it out, Jazz. Promise.” 

Lady Gotham reached slowly, taking Jazz’s hands. Thank you. Her immense power shifted again and Jazz gasped in surprise. Danny raised a brow but grinned at the drop of Gotham’s power that flowed into his sister. It sped her healing up, taking away the ache in her arm. He guessed Jazz would become a stronger liminal than she already was. 

Constantine cursed again. “This just doesn’t happen…” he muttered. 

Danny could tell though, his mother was amused. 

“Jasna.” Lady Gotham spoke clearly, pleased with herself. 

“Wait… what?” Jazz looked confused, trying to read the emotions that were being sent to her. It was a mouthful, and amounted to… The sister of my son is also mine. 

“Renamed by an ancient…” Constantine was shaking his head, pulling out a flask from his jacket pocket. Names were powerful… you couldn’t just hand them out… But he was not about to argue with Lady Gotham. 

Danny snickered. “You can still keep your nickname, Jazz.” He felt… calm. He was happy to be here. He liked Gotham because it was safe and his mother was here and everything suddenly felt like it would be okay after all. He and Jazz could start over. 

“Jasna…” Jazz repeated, testing it out. “Thank you.” After everything that had happened.., she could use a mother figure.

Lady Gotham seemed so satisfied. She turned back to Danny, hugging him again, even the wings on her arms fluttered with delight to have her child back. 

My son. My son. 

Danny smiled, wondering if it was like this for all ghost children when their parents were near. He’d have to call Ellie and have her swing by to see if she felt the same way he did. “We’ll figure everything out…” He paused and looked back at Constantine. “You were taking us somewhere else too?” 

“Yeah.” He was flicking his lighter on and off, likely considering another smoke. “Lady Gotham is entrusting you to someone who will also have a hand in keeping you safe. She hand picked him and everything.” 

“We just need an apartment… and…” Jazz frowned a little. They’d talked about it a little and Danny had hated the idea of his sister giving up on school for even a week. 

“Not necessary.” Constantine said dryly. “You’ll be fine.” 

“Where…are we going exactly?” Danny asked, looking at his mother again. He was so strangely pleased that they had the same eyes. 

She laughed, actually laughed. He felt her excitement in her bones. She pointed up into the air and only a few beats later, the bat signal was spread across the sky, glowing against the smog and clouds. 

“That’s…” Jazz blinked, who could have planned for this? 

“No way.” Danny stared at the glowing signal. Everyone knew what that meant. He looked to Constantine again who only nodded his confirmation. His mother was still laughing, enjoying the moment. “We’re staying with Batman!?” ~~ ~~

I really didn’t intend to continue this, i’m not sure it’ll happen again. I have no confidence in writing for the Batfam. If anyone is interested, go for it. 

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[ryoalouette]

In a similar idea to this one but rather different application-

The more liminal they are, the more Uncanny Valley they are. Fellow Amity Parkers (or at least once/twice/thrice/more dead people) sees each other as nothing wrong, looks normal.

People who never died once saw those liminal+ people looking like. Something is Not Right about these people. Mayhaps it's how they tilted their head like a damned zombie. Mayhaps it's the way they talk, how some words almost sounds like it's slurred but also Feels Wrong to even hear. Or those unnatural twitches when there's honestly no reason to those twitches. In the eyes of those who never died, that is.

Of which Amity Park is America's Most Haunted for a reason. Conspiracy theorists thought that all residents are ghosts who didn't know that they died. They're.... well. Not right but also not wrong.

Got to say, Gotham is a close second, with how many liminals there might be in that specific city due to the deaths and near-deaths and once/twice/thrice deaths of the residents.

Batman, Red Hood, Black Bat and Robin has got to be the more Uncanny of Gotham Vigilantes, just saying. The most Uncanny of the JL. Their civilian persona's too. But Gothamites think of it as normal. Metropolis tho. Gotham is a Horror City for a reason, according to them.

[theglamorousferal]

Things I want in one fic:

Redeemed Vlad, Good Fenton Parents, Fentons/Vlad polycule

Liminal Amity Park

Redeemed Dark Danny, weird cousin?

Ellie as part of the family, sorta step sibling?

Defect quartet

The Class as a team deferring to Team Phantom

Jazz is Big Sister

Amity Park knows the secret

The Class moving to Gotham for college

Vlad giving them enough money to purchase Drake Manor

Tim has closed off the tunnel between the Manor and the Batcave

Tim was the one to hand the keys over to Danny, whose name was on the deed, courtesy of his new step-dad

They end up keeping in touch and Tim is a frequent visitor at the manor and befriends the majority of the Class

They all still keep up with their training, Sam and Valerie put together an obstacle course with the help of the jocks and every Saturday is a free-for-all battle royale with ecto guns set to their lowest setting across all of the grounds.

The last one standing gets to pick what restaurant dinner is from that night and the movie for movie night.

Tim does find all of this rather unusual, but mostly he finds that they remind him of all his hero friends.

This, more than anything else they do, makes him very concerned.

Why do these random midwesterners train like heroes? Why do they have a camaraderie he’s only seen forged on the same battlefield? He’s noticed they mostly defer to a group of five individuals. The pair of siblings who now own the Manor and the partners of one of said siblings. More than that, they all defer to Danny, the one he gave the keys to.

Luckily for him, Two Face happened to attack the bank that Danny was at and Danny did something he’d only ever seen Bruce manage to do and talked the villain down from the attack.

When asked, Dent just said that he saw a kinship in the kid, said he’d understood duality in a way that resonated with him.

Later that night Red Robin reopened the tunnels and paid one Daniel Fenton a visit. Tim found him in his father’s old study, using a brand new telescope through the window. He knocked and waited before entering.

“Ah, I expected one of you to show up. It’s why I decided to stay up tonight actually. We have a lot to talk about if you’ll take a seat? I’ll get us some energy drinks. You’ll be able to confirm they’re sealed and not poisoned that way. What’s your favorite flavor? Between the fifteen of us we’ve got to have the right flavor.”

Red Robin stood there for a moment, processing before following the man to his pantry. Once there he opened a new package of his favorite energy drink and opened it himself; not once did Danny make a fuss about him opening a whole new package. He grabbed a second one to bring with him back to the office. Danny grabbed a couple himself.

Once back in the office, they sat in two chairs across from each other. Danny leaned on his elbows with his fingers steepled. “What I am about to tell you is an incredible risk to everyone in this house, and likely yourself included. I need you to promise me to listen to everything I tell you before you start asking questions. I will answer them to the best of my ability after I have gone over the basics. What I am about to tell you is going to sound unbelievable, but I’m banking on the fact that you have likely frequently experienced impossible things and therefore may take me seriously.” Danny stared at the mask. “Now, what do you know about ghosts?”

Tim’s hair trigger was of disbelief, but then he paused and considered. Clark’s an alien, Diana’s a god, Conner’s a clone, at least half the family has come back to life. Why couldn’t ghosts exist? “Not much besides fairy tales.” He braced himself for what was to come.

Danny narrowed his eyes appraisingly. “Hmm. Well. They are, in fact, real. I’ll show evidence in a little bit. A Ghost as we know them is generally formed when a person’s emotions during death produce enough ectoplasm to give their sentience form. They then become residents of a place known by two names; the Ghost Zone, or the Infinite Realms. The Ghost Zone is what it’s known as on Earth, and the residents of the place itself call it the Infinite Realms.” Danny pauses here for a moment and then claps his hands. “Now, all ghosts are members of the Infinite Realms, but not all beings of the Infinite Realms are ghosts. The Realms is a dimension mirroring our own that is entirely made of ectoplasm. It’s where the residue from the emotions of all beings in our universe go and then are given form. There are beings there that are basically gods and are aspects given form. I can go on and on about the Realms later. What’s important is that throughout history there have been unstable naturally occurring portals between the two dimensions, but around five years ago, a pair of scientists managed to open a stable portal to this dimension. A few months later, a former college friend of theirs made a second stable portal, but I’ll get to him in a minute. Once this portal was established, it made it so that ghosts could now freely come into our world. A young hero took up protecting the city, but his first few attempts had quite a bit of misunderstanding to them and so he was villainized for a while. This resulted in the government establishing an agency to combat these threats. All well and good, right?” He raised an eyebrow at Tim. “You would think so. However, the laws passed to make this agency had some clauses that are questionable. I’ll just hand you a copy of the documentation so that you can read it.”

He handed Tim a folder labeled “Anti-Ecto Acts”. He began to peruse them and came upon the clause that declared any being that can process or contains ectoplasm is considered non-sentient or sapient and called for the capture, eradication, or experimentation of all such “ecto-beings”. “This, can’t be right. This is a blatant contradiction to the Meta Protection Acts.”

Danny smirked a sad smile. “You’d think, right?” He gave him a moment to process that. “You can read up more on that later. I have other things to say.” Tim set aside the folder and took a deep chug of his energy drink.

“Alright, hit me.” he said as he leaned forward to put his elbows on his knees, giving Danny his full attention.

“Kay, so, you notice the ‘any being that can process ectoplasm’ bit? Yeah, well that can apply to some humans too. Humans that are considered death-touched or Liminal. People who have been surrounded by death, have died even if momentarily on the operating table, but especially people who have been exposed to high levels of ectoplasm. Here’s the thing about living in a town with a stable portal to effectively the afterlife: it kinda does some stuff to you.” He flashed his eyes a Lazerus green as he set his right palm on the desk. He’s quiet for a moment before he leaned back with a sigh, then closed his eyes so they returned to their normal blue. 

“Every individual in my hometown is ecto-contaminated.” He said quietly, like, Tim supposes, he was telling a secret. Tim guesses he was. “Every person there is death-touched. Every person there is Liminal. Every person pings as an ecto-entity to the GIW. We’re all at risk. I wouldn’t be surprised if most of the heroes would ping too. I need your help.” Danny turned begging eyes upon Red Robin. “I need your help, and you need this too because I noticed it when we first met, Tim, that you are too.”

Tim reeled, he stood and knocked his chair over. “Wh-what do you mean?” 

“How many times have you been near-death? How many times have you been around the dying? That sort of stuff leaves a mark on people. They begin to metabolize ectoplasm. I reckon that the majority of the Justice League apply. I’d argue that soldiers who have seen active combat would register on some sensors. According to those laws, you can be captured and experimented on. They’re luckily focusing on ghosts and have been ignoring people, but it’s only a matter of time. I need you to bring this to Batman, to the League. I need these Acts removed. They call for the eradication of my People” His eyes flashed a green again as the word resonated. “This calls for the eradication of an entire dimension, they’ve already tried it once, and if they had, it would have torn this universe apart. Luckily the nuke they had was a dud.” 

Tim swallowed at that. “Nuke? They tried to nuke an entire dimension?” Tim picked up the chair and sat heavily in it. “I’m going to guess that this somehow gets worse?”

Danny nodded solemnly. “You see, the Infinite Realms has a council and a king. A good majority of the council rightfully believes that these Acts are calling for the genocide of our people. The king has kept them at bay for now, but they’re calling for war.” 

Tim put his head in his hands and groaned. “And the king?” Danny looked at him, debating something for a moment. Then he stood and there was a flash of bright light. Stood in front of Red Robin could only be the King. Danny now had bright white hair and eyes that glowed with a familiar Lazarus green. He wore a cloak of stars and his crown looked like the Northern Lights. He wore armor that seemed to be a combination of the ancient Norse and Greeks. “I just want my people safe.”

[thenightwolf51]

So i just read this post about the Bats being Warlocks with Danny as their Patron and its super great, amazing work @aziraphale-is-a-cat and @percyisawesome

At first i thought Lady Gotham was going to be their Patron, because i immediately forgot i was reading a crossover, and that sparked an idea.

What if Lady Gotham doesn't exist and Phantom was the Gotham city spirit.

So DPxDC idea where Phantom was the first recorded Hero/Meta way back before the Justice League members were even born, because i love those stories, but if course no one knew that back then. Metas weren't a thing yet.

So things go as canon but eventually the GIW get worse and worse, especially as more and more of Amity becomes Liminal from ambient ecto leaking from the portal.

And the GIW, way too confident with the Anti Ecto Acts in place, decide that Amity Park is a lost cause. They launch a major attack the town and destroy the portal in the process.

And even though i think the surviving Amity Parkers would buckle down, stand strong, and rebuild their town. For the sake of this idea, lets say they don't do that.

Instead the survivors band together and decide they need to leave, get as far from the GIW's main base of operations as they can.

They go right.

They end up in Gotham, New Jersey.

Now, im messing with the timeline a bit. I still kinda want the DP parts to be early 2000s, maybe late 80s/early 90s at the least, so the uniquely DC events im pushing to later in time a bit.

So lets say Gotham, while still pretty old and with its history and subtle curses, never really expanded into the huge city we normally think of. No towering skyscrapers or really any huge buildings, is barely a small city at this point.

And then an influx of new residents from the west cause a need to expand. Over the generations the former Amity Parkers help Gotham become what we know in Bruces time. By then they're just Gothamites, and if their subtle limiality is to attribute for the modern Gothamite's durability and the eventual rogues' whole... thing well its been way too long to place blame on that random group of refugees.

And where was Phantom in all this? Watching over his people. The portal and his family are gone, he cant be Danny because the survivors believe he died when FentonWorks exploded, all he really has at the moment is these people who's lives he believes he inadvertently destroyed.

So he watches over them, then their descendants and the seemingly unfortunate people of their new home. This little city has afew old curses that are holding the residents back and making them miserable, its the least he can do to take some of them on for himself, just make things easier for the people.

Eventually the city becomes his new haunt, becomes a part of him as he helps it grow and expand. And some Amity descendants still spread the urban legend that is the Phantom of Gotham.

(Just a little side detail that im not sure how to add in but i really like the idea of Liminality eventually evolving or mutating into the meta gene if there's not enough ambient ectoto keep it active. Maybe the portal sent out a shock wave of radiation when it was destroyed. Not everyone was affected but for those who were it either was so subtle the effects fade within a month from the lack of enough ambient ecto or went dormant until it became a meta gene and no longer needed ecto.

I dont know, i mostly like the irony of Batman's "no meta's in Gotham" rule when most of Gotham was unknowingly built by the original "metas")

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And @omnicrafts , hope your feeling better

[home-of-renn]

Can you imagine if Amity Park were a place that got a lil messed up from the effects of the portal and the land itself became liminal?

The animals become far more in tune with ghosts and thus have less fear of humans. Now they tend to wander into town and people have to watch out for deer that wander across the roads and birds that nest low to the ground and way too close to the footpath. Cats no longer hiss at passing shadows or wandering spirits, and dogs no longer bark nor growl at passing strangers - only those who come from out of town.

The flowers grow curious and wild. Larger and thornier and wholly untamed. Abandoned buildings are quickly overrun by trailing vines, vibrant moss, and the expanding fringes of the untameable wilds that surround the town. The most beautiful blossoms bloom in the presence of shuffling mourners and weeping widows. Petals scatter the surface of freshly unearthed soil and the air is filled with an intoxicating fragrance that carries on the wind, laced with a siren's call. The cemeteries of Amity have never been so inviting.

After all, death cannot exist without an abundance of life.

Shadows flicker and move when they shouldn't. Alleyways lead to abrupt dead ends and sudden curves. An evening stroll can take you down winding labyrinths that'l lead you to the other side of town despite having walked in the opposite direction.

Something's made it's home in the woods surrounding Amity and no one knows what it is, only that it shouldn't be disturbed. Sometimes you can hear it in the dead of night, but only if you close your eyes and strain your ears. Sometimes the only thing you can hear is the screech of birds and the silence that follows.

The street lamps have all been powered with ectoplasm so they wont go out during ghost fights or disasters, and when it gets dark the streets are bathed in an eerie green glow. The shadows they cast are misshapen and flawed. It's always best to avoid those who linger beneath them.

Amity park evolves over time. The place gradually becomes influenced by Danny's Obsession as the contamination seeps into every crack and crevice. As the town becomes more and more apart of Phantom's lair it becomes more isolated. People who end up lost or in need of help in the surrounding areas somehow always stumble their way into Amity park, guided by some unknown force that pulls them towards this unearthly safe haven. Amity becomes more and more like a spider's web as Danny continues to grow, the strands of his Obsession being spun through the air and through the ground, extending beyond the borders of his lair and into the surrounding land.

Despite the dangers of living in Amity, the people who live there feel this inexplicable sense of safety. The residents insist that they've simply gotten used to the ghosts and all the little quirks that have popped up over the years. But people are more passionate than they used to be, more livelier and spirited. They say that growing up in a place like Amity builds character.

No one ever leaves Amity Park. And if anyone ever dared to ask, they'd only ever receive one answer,

There's just no place like home

[hyperfixatinator]

I like the DC x DP AUs where the Justice League and Amity Park (and Elmerton by proxy) never noticed each other due to an information blackout. I also find it neat when the idea's taken a step further.

For example, what if the government built Amity Park on insanely haunted land on purpose? Let's say, years ago, the whole LoA and Ra's Al Ghul situation made the U.S government curious about Lazarus water. They wished to find it's source in order to harvest it themselves.

The U.S preferred to avoid Lazarus pools that already existed to prevent conflict with the LoA. Instead, they decided to seek out the perfect location to "dig a well" of their own.

GIW scientists established that Lazarus water, a heavily condensed version of ectoplasm, was linked to ghosts and other ectoplasmic entities. They also observed that these entities are highly attracted to human populated areas.

This gave them the idea to settle a whole population of people on a liminal hotspot to lure ecto entities into the human realm. With the Anti Ecto Acts in place, the GIW were be free to capture ghosts and other creatures for their ectoplasm. The end goal was for the Fenton portal to be used as a well to harvest mass quantities of ectoplasm directly from the Infinite Realms.

How might this work for Amity Park and it's place in the world?

The information blackout is heavier outside the Amity-Elmerton territory than inside. Amity residents are only cut off from info that could threaten the government project (EX: the existence of real life superheroes, the Meta Protection Acts, certain major events, etc.).

All devices that enter the Amity-Elmerton territory are unable to send or receive video/pics of the above "blocked" topics. In fact, it's difficult for social media users within that territory to connect with any posts or profiles from outside unless they look hard enough.

Amity residents are still allowed to travel, but airline ticket prices are jacked ridiculously high, especially for specific destinations (i.e: common superhero locations) to deter those residents from going there. GPS devices and maps bought in Amity or Elmerton are also set to misdirect users away from these same locations if they opt for a road trip.

Most Amity-Elmerton residents hardly bother leaving at all since there's a hefty fee for crossing beyond a set perimeter. They've all been lead to believe this is a normal part of traveling in the Midwest.

To everyone outside the Amity-Elmerton area, that area is virtually non-existent. It's not listed on any map, globe, or basically any public geolocation tool outside those provided in Amity (not even Google Maps). The only hints of it existing are in certain forms of documentation, such as birth certificates and tax forms. Even then, these people are hard to come by.

At most, Amity Park is a little known myth where people occasionally debate on it's existence.

In general, the government limiting Amity-Elmerton residents access to outside info while giving them just enough to stave off suspicion.

[artbribery]

Imagine that Danny leaves Amity Park.

Imagine that he goes to Gotham for x or y reason. He is there now and that is where he lives.

Now imagine that, one day, the sky turns green. Gotham is taken into the Ghost Zone. 

And Pariah Dark is free.

There are some ways you could imagine this going. Here is a list of random things that could happen:

Danny already fought him and will not hesitate,

(to fight him? command him? *shrugs?*)

Jazz becomes Fright Knight to Danny and is the one to go beat Pariah a new one (cue Anger Management?)

Danny hasn’t fought him but might as well because this is his existence and he should’ve known,

Batfam is freaking out and watch in awe/horror as a teenager(?) goes up to fight(?) the being of tremendous power that just literally took their town,

Batfam have their shit together and are calmly trying to call reinforcements or were already there in the form of a reluctant Constantine, or Justice League of aleatory picking,

Batfam scoured for information and have already tried to engage the damn fucker threat but it is really not going well, yknow? 

The Batfam collectively fight and become the Ghost Reign, also known as either the most dysfunctional or the most competent ruling body the Realms has had, 

or,

A member of the Batfam does a Danny, throws the final blow, and because they died they have rights to become ghost king,

and also suddenly aware of all the liminals and ghosts that exist in town, maybe,

Gotham introduces herself and maybe brings to their attention a certain resident of town that might need some help that rhymes with uncanny and badminton or Nightwing’s ale idk it depends,

Danny, if this is what happens,,, not saying it does,, over a period of time gets to know them and, as these things go, becomes the Fright Knight of the Bat associated Ghost King because he needs to protecc,

Bonus? In the meantime...

The town is in a state of disarray and no one is safe because the rogues and the whole criminal community just had to take advantage of this,

There already is a resistance because of course they know what to do in case of a town wide pseudo take-over,

Someone, thankfully, knocked out the Joker and he won’t nonsensically beat Pariah and become the ghost king thank god,

(unless it’s a dark timeline and we want angst)

or,

The town is fine. Everyone is on their way to their regularly scheduled activities. This is alright. 

Weather is just a bit wonkier than usual, a passing green storm or aurora borealis. 

Maybe the Joker finally managed to turn the clouds acid green with how much gas he is expelling into the atmosphere. The Bat will fix that, they’re sure. They’ll just need a stronger umbrella for a while. Just in case.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Never Trust a Free Donut on April Fools Day

by SunFisher Clockwork has long slipped the Observant's leash. This is never more apparent than when the Ancient of Time decides to help one Daniel J. Fenton, instead of erasing the boy. And yet, all of Clockwork's meddling can do nothing to stop the collapse of the future Ghost King's home dimension. A dimension so irreversibly connected to the Infinite Realms that the loss of either one will lead to the loss of everything. Clockwork has tried all he can, and is out of options. So when the voracious, insatiable appetite of a passing speedster offers an uniquely extreme solution, the Master of Time takes it. Nudging various pieces and people in to place is easy, the fallout isn't his to manage. It's Nora's. Words: 1067, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of Core Mechanics: Or Nora Harris's Multidimensional/Multiverse (mis) Adventures Fandoms: Danny Phantom, DCU, Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: Gen, Other Characters: Nora Harris (OFC), Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Dani "Elle" Phantom, Maddie Fenton, Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), Vlad Masters, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Other Marvel Characters, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, Alfred Pennyworth, Duke Thomas, the whole batfam really, Teen Titans - Character, Justice League (DCU), Young Justice - Character, Other DC Characters, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Relationships: Canon? - Relationship, platonic - Relationship, Romance is not my forte - Relationship, implied romantic relationships (at most) Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant, canon applies if and when I feel like it, crossover DPXDC, dpxdc, ofc centric, the Fentons do get screen time though, Good Parent Maddie Fenton, Good Parent Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), they are trying-very enthusiastically, Bruce Wayne Tries to Be a Good Parent, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Vlad Masters Has Issues, Vlad Masters Being Less of an Asshole, sligthly, Vlad Masters is a Fruitloop (derogatory), Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Crack, DP shenaniganry meets DC shenaniganry, like a house fire meeting gasoline, humor will be attempted, the GIW is not having a good time, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Dan Phantom Escapes from the Thermos, OFC is Danny and Jazz's cousin and a half-ghost, my spin on DP ghost and ectoplasm lore, the Lazarus Pits are yucky Ectoplasm, Ecto-Contaminated | Liminal Amity Park Residents (Danny Phantom), Ecto-Contaminated | Liminal Batfamily Members (Danny Phantom and DCU), just a bit, no beta we die like robins, and danny via https://ift.tt/hG9aSUv

[ao3feed-timkon]

Gotham Ghosts

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by Spaced_Ace

Everything was wrong. The apartment, the city, the way they were all crowded together. Jazz should be in Princeton, becoming the world’s best and most terrifying psychologist. Dan in the Far Frozen devoting himself to being one of the Yeti’s finest healers. Elle off darting across the world, never landing in the same place twice unless it was to come visit. Danny in Amity Park’s little community college, struggling his way through a planned path that might one day lead him to NASA and space.

He didn’t know where Tucker, Sam, and Val were. Only knew they were alive because he could barely, barely feel the Bonds connecting them to him. Amity Park was gone. A memory of fire and screaming had had barely been aware for. A collection of nightmares that left Elle shaking and crying often enough to trickle through the bleak distance of Unbeing for him to know some of what happened.

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A collection of scenes and moments only sometimes in order following the lives of the Nightingales in Crime Alley. Trying to keep their heads down as they meet the Bats - and their Supers, make friends (or enemies), cause chaos, fall in love and sometimes even save the day. It's usually just chaos though.

Words: 4967, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics), Justice League - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Dan Phantom, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent, Jon Lane Kent, Jonathan Samuel Kent, Dick Grayson, Batfamily Members, Justice League (DCU), Harvey Dent, J'onn J'onzz, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Stephanie Brown

Relationships: Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Danny Fenton & Dan Phantom, Jazz Fenton & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jazz Fenton & Dan Phantom, Dan Phantom & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake/Danny Fenton/Kon-El | Conner Kent, Danielle "Dani" Phantom/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jon Lane Kent/Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Jon Lane Kent/Damian Wayne, Jonathan Samuel Kent/Danielle "Dani" Phantom/Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson/Dan Phantom, Jazz Fenton & Harvey Dent, Danielle "Dani" Phantom & J'onn J'onzz, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Ecto-Contaminated | Liminal Jazz Fenton, Tall Jazz Fenton, Dan Phantom Redemption, Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Protective Amity Park Residents (Danny Phantom), Jazz has magic, Ghost Obessions, Ghost Cores (Danny Phantom), Protective Jazz Fenton, Danny Jazz Elle & Dan are on the run from the GIW/Fentons, Dissociation, Danny dissociates, i have no idea how to tag this, takes place over the course of several years, Non-Linear Narrative, Enemies to Lovers, (that'd be the Dick/Dan stuff lol), idiots to lovers, (that'd be Danny w/ Kon & Tim Elle w/ Damian & Jon), dorks to lovers, (that'd be Jazz and Jason being total nerds for one another), Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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[ayamari-no-goshi]

And think of him as living - Tim’s Chapter

AO3 --- > Companion to this fic, To Join the Whispers

Fandoms: Danny Phantom (DP) / DC universe

Summary: THIS IS A CROSSOVER. What was supposed to have been a normal mission to stop members of the League of Assassins became something so much more when their family accidentally tangled with a ghost. And sometimes, the details leading to the resolution were obvious to some while completely missed by others. Companion chapters to 'To Join the Whispers' written from the POVs of some of the others

Warnings: rated T for violence, mentions of death, and questionable mental health

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr.

Tim knew he saw something he wasn’t meant to see.

When they first came to Amity Park, Tim thought the League would be their only main point of concern, other than to let the resident hero, Phantom, know why they were in his town. But Jason’s presence created unintentional complications, and it wasn’t because he’d done anything for once.

The seemingly permanent effects of the Lazarus Pit had made both Phantom and his archnemesis, Plasmius, curious. Because of that, it had given them some much needed information about the Pit and what it could do to people. It also had the added bonus of seeing Jason gain the trust of and form a surprising friendship with Phantom.

Tim wasn’t going to admit he was a bit jealous at how comfortable his brother was around Phantom. Jason had been his childhood hero after all. But thanks to death and whatever caused the Pit Madness to consider him a problem, Jason had been openly hostile towards him. Their first true meeting was when Jason snuck into Titan’s Tower to attack him in a strange attempt to get him to leave the vigilante life.

While things were currently getting better, Jason seemed to be hesitant to be around any of them longer than he had to be. Heck, Tim once had to convince him to stay for breakfast. He also had a habit of not getting physically close to anyone, preferring to be out of touching range. So, it was odd to see him be as open has he had been with the other hero, but it was nice seeing glimpses of the person of who he actually was instead of his normal façade.

That wasn’t currently important.

But the interest of Plasmius had proven to be much more insidious than any of them expected. He’d dropped hints in his civilian identity, Vlad Masters, that he was curious about Jason. The man had been targeting Phantom for a while, hoping to recruit him as a son, and Phantom, Danny, had admitted there was a chance Plasmius would target Jason in a similar way. They’d thought the likelihood of Plasmius trying something like that while the League was in the area was minimal at best due to the information they had regarding his movements.

They severely underestimated just how far he was willing to go to find someone else who fell into the same liminality he and Phantom did.

Tim knew something was wrong when they found the corpses of the assassins outside Plasmius’, or should he say Vlad Masters’, mansion. Bruce tried to contact Jason, but there was too much static, something that had been an issue on and off since they’d arrived in Amity. Maybe it was a combination of the stormy weather (the rain thankfully stopped) and the ambient ectoplasm. Maybe it was something else.

Any attempts to head back into the mansion were stopped by the appearance of ghosts. They didn’t recognize these ones from the files they had from Plasmius, but they were more humanoid than the ghostly animals they’d previously encountered. They were also hostile.

Even with the new equipment from the Fentons, the ghosts proved to be more difficult to handle than they thought. They were handling them just fine, but their abilities to phase through the ground and other objects allowed them to get annoyingly out of reach before they could do much damage. And with the lack of tall buildings, there was a limit on their mobility above the ground. He was going to have to make plans for how to better handle situations in the future.

During the fight, a pinkish shield surrounded the mansion. Was it meant to keep them out or keep someone else in? When Phantom appeared moments later, frantic, and without Jason, Tim had a sinking suspicion it was the latter.

“I swear I didn’t purposely leave him in there!” Danny pleaded after he quickly handled the ghosts they were fighting by trapping them in that weird thermos device. “He was right behind me! But that shield popped up right after I phased through the window. I tried to get back in, but I can’t.” He kept glancing at the mansion as he spoke. “I should be able to pass through it in my human form, but Plasmius must have modified it. I don’t think Jason will be able to get out.”

“What happened?” Tim watched as Bruce took a step towards the antsy ghost. The radio silence had already put the man on edge which didn’t usually bode well for anyone who intentionally or unintentionally put someone he cared about in danger.

“Plasmius overshadowed the guests, all of them, so he could talk.” A hard edge momentarily crept into Phantom’s voice. “He thinks Jason’s like him… like us.” He gestured to himself before shaking his head. “He wants to prove it. Jason got us out of the room and took out the duplicate Vlad sent after us. I think he tried contacting you but couldn’t, and we tried to get out when another duplicate came after us.”

Dick shifted uneasily. Did he know something? Did it have to do with his and Jason’s trip to the Ghost Zone? He knew they, specifically Jason, withheld some information. “What do you mean by prove?”

“I… I think he wants to force a transformation.” Phantom’s gaze momentarily went distant as he shivered. Something like that must have happened to him. Plasmius’ cloning research did mention something about a mid-morph DNA strand so that must have been it. “It’s not a pleasant experience.”

“Tt. As reckless as Todd has been known to be, I doubt someone such as Plasmius would be able to bring him harm.”

Tim felt his brows raise at the Demon Spawn’s words. Was it just him, or did the brat just give something of a compliment? Judging by Dick’s fond expression, he did.

“Robin.” Yep, Bruce was worried if he snapped at the brat. “Signal, can you catch sight of them?”

“Not on the ground or upper floors. The guests seem to be passed out in the ballroom. I think I see a control panel for the shield.”

“You can see through the building?” Phantom seemed both impressed and curious, but Cass caught his attention before putting her finger to her lips to tell him to stay quiet.

“They’re in the lab.” Duke paused before hesitantly adding, “I think he’s unconscious.”

Bruce was already moving. “Signal, take Red Robin and disable the shield to let Phantom in, then join us in the lab. Orphan, you know the route. Lead the way.”

…

It was a weird feeling passing through the shield. It almost felt like a warm jelly without the residue, unpleasant but tolerable. A small part of him wanted to know how it felt to Phantom and Jason. Sure, his brother wasn’t technically a ghost, but he’d been affected enough by ghost hunting equipment to have at least some qualities of one. They really needed to get more information about the Lazarus Pits.

After a quick detour to check on the unconscious guests in the ballroom, they headed to the den. Thankfully, the lab entrance and the location of the shield controls were in the same room. While he made quick work of shield’s controls, Cass turned a mounted but fake torch above the fireplace. He couldn’t help but notice how cliché it was as the fireplace gave away to a large passageway.

Phantom must have known where the lab was as he found them when they were about midway through the passage. Unfortunately, without Jason there to give the warning, all of them turned to attack when he spoke. Tim almost felt sorry for him as he floated backwards with his hands up in alarm.

Before the situation could be diffused, they heard screaming. And it wasn’t just the scream of pain. There was fear of death in that voice. It was Jason’s voice.

Tim’s skin crawled as he and the others raced towards the lab. If Jason was screaming, whatever was happening had to be terrible.

As they burst into the lab, the screaming stopped. Duke barely had time to point in the direction of where he saw Jason before Bruce moved, and the rest of them followed.

Dick caught his eye, and they shared a look. There was a strong possibility they were going to have to prevent Bruce from killing Plasmius. He’d already lost Jason once, and the guilt from not being able to save him nearly destroyed the man. It was part of the reason Tim had originally approached Bruce.

As they rounded some of the equipment, they found Plasmius hovering in front of some sort of pod. Something glowing green could be seen through its glass door. The ghost barely had time to register their presence as Bruce punched him in the face. The added shock from the Specter Deflector caused him to shriek before taking to the air.

Tim tried to ignore that as he moved to the pod. The others could handle that mess for now. Jason was inside it, completely submerged in what looked like Pit water. His eyes were wide and unseeing as he writhed in pain. The control panel beside it said something about voltage level. He was being electrocuted while in that stuff?

It only took a second to shut down the electricity, start the draining process, and open the shackles holding him in place. But the door was programed to stay shut until it was completely drained. It might be too late by then, so he began trying to override the programing.

Before he made any progress, Bruce was in front of the pod, yelling for his son, and working on shattering the glass. It took a few blows before he finally broke through it. Jason limply fell forward as his form seemed to flicker.

Bruce caught him as Tim also grabbed him. Sure, Bruce was more than capable of lifting his tank of a son, but a little bit of help wouldn’t hurt. But, at their touch, Jason hissed as his back arched in pain. It had to be the Deflectors, but why? Was it residue from the Pit water? Or was it something else? They could test it later.

After they got him out and laid him on his back, Jason’s form continued to flicker like an old movie as he twitched. He’d felt solid a moment ago, but was that only temporary? Did it mean he was dying again? Was he becoming a ghost?

He… he didn’t know what to do. They needed to do a vitals check, but that would risk shocking him again. Would that make the situation worse? Would it make it better? And with Plasmius nearby, neither him nor Bruce could risk removing their Deflectors. But interestingly, Jason was no longer wearing his or his equipment.

Jason’s eyes shot open, revealing an unearthly green, as he scrambled to his hands and knees and began coughing up some of the Pit water. When his left arm started sinking into the ground, Phantom, who Tim hadn’t realized was watching, moved to help support him. He didn’t even seem to realize he’d been touched.

While Jason no longer seemed to be flickering, even with Phantom’s help, he was having trouble balancing. After the left arm, it was the right one, then back to the left, then his left leg, but with each burst of intangibility, the length of time seemed to be less.

He called out to his brother, so did Bruce, so did Phantom. But, he didn’t seem to hear them, at least not at first.

Jason shook his head a few times while breathing heavily. He glanced at Phantom first before looking over at him. His eyes were thankfully not glowing. He seemed surprised to see him. Bruce, who was now kneeling in front of Jason, moved slightly, catching his son’s attention.

Jason’s expression cycled between surprise, relief, and confusion, as if he wasn’t sure whether to believe his eyes. He blinked a few more times as he shook his head. “You’re…” His voice was raspy and almost inaudible. There was more strength in it when he tried again. “You’re here.”

“I’m here.” One of Bruce’s rare smiles crossed his face.

For a brief moment, Tim found himself intruding on a scene that wasn’t meant for him. Jason had died alone, probably hoping for Bruce to come and rescue him. Or maybe he knew there was no chance of being saved. It wasn’t like anyone knew with certainty what happened in his last moments, and no one was stupid enough to ask him about it.

Jason… he must have thought he’d die again. And that he’d be completely alone, again. Was he relieving what happened at that warehouse before they got him out? Maybe that’s why he didn’t seem to believe Bruce was really there.

“Phantom told us what happened. You did well,” Bruce continued. Tim caught the brief movement of his hand. He probably had wanted to touch Jason in reassurance but either thought better of it or decided it wasn’t worth risking shocking him again. He turned to Phantom. “Stay with him. We’ll handle the rest. Red Robin, with me.”

Right. There was still a potential threat.

“Wait!” Jason seemed to be struggling to stand as he spoke. “Plasmius’ duplicates are similar to constructs. Defeating them doesn’t seem to affect him. Don’t let them corner you.”

“Understood.”

Tim followed Bruce to where the others were fighting with Plasmius. Damian had been right. It was unlikely Plasmius would have been able to trap Jason on his own, especially with how he seemed to be able to detect ghosts. Just how many duplicates had he fought before getting trapped? He’d ask his brother about it later. Right now, they had to handle Plasmius and his army of duplicates.

Unlike the other ghosts they’d encountered, the real Plasmius didn’t seem to want to risk getting close to them. Instead, he left that to his duplicates, but he was arrogant enough to want to stay and watch their defeat. But, unlike with other constructs, there were no apparent differences between them and the original. If they could just get to the real one…

Wait, there was one who seemed to be one who hadn’t moved. He threw a few Bridarangs towards his target. They passed through him along with a few Batarangs Bruce threw. Ah, he’d come to the same conclusion. That Plasmius just sneered as the duplicates began focusing on them.

The duplicates, and probably by extension, Plasmius, weren’t all that great at fighting, but they were able to use their numbers and ability to vanish and phase into the walls and floor to make fighting them more difficult than it should have been.

And then Jason happened. He’d somehow gotten above Plasmius and used his freefall to gain momentum as he clocked the ghost. As Plasmius hit the ground with a satisfying smack, the duplicates disappeared.

Although a frown briefly crossed Bruce’s face as he rushed forward with the others, all of them could see the relief in his posture. Jason was doing just fine and was already up to his old tricks, judging by how frustrated Phantom seemed to be after catching him mid-fall.

As they circled Plasmius, they prepped for his next move. He’d probably try to phase through the floor, but he could also summon more duplicates. And with Jason now being out a Deflector, there was a chance he could possibly be overshadowed.

The ghost slowly rose to his knees when Bruce stepped forward. “I’m quite impressed. I wouldn’t have thought that humans would be able to hold out against someone like me, but today I have found myself humbled.” He chuckled darkly before standing.

Everyone moved into attack, and after the first couple hits, he dove into the floor. But Phantom unexpectedly decided to follow him.

They moved hesitantly as they waited to for either one of them to reemerge. Their gear wasn’t detecting any unusual temperatures. Duke wasn’t catching sight of anything, though his abilities did seem to have their limits with ghosts. Jason wasn’t reacting either, but he was rubbing his chest in apparent discomfort. What was that about?

Not liking that he wasn’t doing anything, Jason gestured he was going to search the nearest tables for his gear. Bruce watched him carefully, and for once, Tim couldn’t fault his protectiveness. He had truly feared he’d lose Jason a second time.

Cussing alerted them to the fact Jason’s leg had phased into the floor. Dick moved to help him, but Jason signaled for him to not move. He was glancing around as if… They didn’t have time to react as Plasmius appeared behind Jason for a brief moment before grabbing his solid leg and pulling him into the floor.

“NO!” Bruce rushed forward in a desperate but futile attempt to help. Jason had been swallowed by the ground before he even got close. He touched his com for a moment before dropping his hand. Jason didn’t have any of his gear. Even if he tried the com and it worked, Jay would never hear him.

Would Plasmius just leave him in the ground to die? Just like he’d done with others who crossed him? No, he couldn’t allow himself to think like that. He had to do something.

Focusing on his wrist computer, he tried hacking into Plasmius’ system. Maybe there was something in the room that would better be able to get a reading on a ghost.

The ball of pure hatred and rage must have picked up on what he was doing as he wandered over and decided to pick a fight with him. What was it about the brat and not trusting anyone to be competent enough to get something done?

Though, maybe in this instance, it was more out of necessity. How were any of them supposed to reach Jason? Duke had already stammered to an angry Bruce that he couldn’t detect Jason or Plasmius. And it didn’t help that Phantom had reemerged empty handed, becoming the temporary focus of Bruce’s ire.

Even though everyone knew Phantom had nothing to do with what happened, he was the only one who had a chance at rescuing Jason. That’s what was bothering Bruce, and it didn’t help Phantom admitted he couldn’t track them underground. While Dick and Duke worked on getting Bruce to focus back on the case, Cass tried comforting a still confused Phantom.

But, she perked up and gestured to a nearby table. In some sort of impossible miracle, Jason was behind it. No, he was stuck halfway through it and was trying and failing to escape it. The disgust on his face made it clear he wasn’t happy.

As they rushed over to him, Phantom floated nearby with a mischievous smirk. “I think you’re having trouble. Need help?” He had to have a death sentence if he was willing to risk making a joke like that in front of Bruce to his son he thought he lost twice in one day. Tim paused s he reassessed his thought. Could Phantom die again? That was another thought for later.

In typical fashion, Jason flipped off the ghost. “I’d be more grateful if you did a better job at trying not to laugh. And you,” he pointed at Dick, who seemed surprised to see their brother’s anger directed at him, “don’t you dare breathe one word of this to Roy.”

Of course, that would be his main concern. But knowing Babs, she was going to make copies of the video recording. If blackmail was ever needed, Dick or any of them, for that matter, could easily get a copy and pass it along to Roy and Kori.

As Danny offered to help instruct Jason to get himself out of that mess while Bruce angrily stewed in silence, Dick and Cass spread out to help find Jay’s missing gear. Something about Dick’s expression suggested he was trying not to laugh but also needed a moment to process what happened.

Tim just watched in a sick fascination as Phantom grabbed Jay’s arm and made him intangible as Jason refused instruction. After a few steps, Jason was out of the table, solid, and unharmed. It didn’t stop him from checking his body for signs of injury as an unsettled expression crossed his face. He’d made it a few other times when he had those ghostly displays.

Once he was certain he was fine, he muttered about how unpleasant that was as he absently rubbed his chest again. Weird. Bruce also noticed it as he brought out his scanner while their siblings returned Jay’s stuff to him. Although the man frowned, he didn’t say anything about the results. Had something changed? He itched to get a copy of those results, but that was something else that could wait.

Something must have as Duke watched him with his head tilted in confusion before asking if he was okay. Maybe the concentration of the ectoplasm in his body changed. Bruce was definitely going to end up running tests on him when they got back, even if he didn’t say it out loud.

After Jason got annoyed with all their fussing, they turned their attention to Phantom to get an idea of where Plasmius might have gone as they headed out of the lab. After a bit of back and forth, they decided it would check on the guests again before trying to determine where Plasmius had gone. Phantom mentioned that the guy tended to back down if they already, but they’d already underestimated him once.

That conversation devolved into their normal banter as Danny admitted his sister managed to trap him in his containment device. That was an important bit of information to know. No doubt Bruce made note of it for his contingency plans.

However, Jason made it very clear he was not going to tolerate any attempt to try that on him. It just fueled Tim’s suspicion Jason had some sort of claustrophobia. There had been other hints in the past, but for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what would have triggered it. Maybe it had to do with some of the alternative memories at least some of them had. Something else to figure out, just in case.

That threat somehow opened the door for Danny to learn how Jason and Bruce met. Jay almost sounded nostalgic as he summarized what happened. Again, Tim had to ignore the pang of jealousy of how easily Jason and Danny got along. Maybe it was the shared experience of death that allowed them to be so comfortable with each other, or maybe it was because Danny hadn’t been trained by Bruce.

He didn’t get a chance to dwell on it as Danny got some sort of call on an earpiece Tim vaguely recognized from the video from inside the Ghost Zone. When it was obvious Danny was alarmed, he tried hacking the line. He just barely caught the tail end of a female voice saying Plasmius was attacking the guests before Danny shot up through the ceiling. After repeating what he heard to the others, they raced to the ballroom.

As they reached the doors, Dick tugged on Jason’s vest. “Make sure to pull your hood up. People might recognize your hair.”

Predictably, Jason smacked Dick’s hand away, but no one expected Jason to hiss in pain at the touch. Jason swore a few times as he checked his hand. “I didn’t miss that feeling.”

“But I fixed that…” Tim muttered as he watched his brother, irritated all of his work had been for naught. But it did confirm that the shocks from earlier had nothing to do with the lingering water when they pulled him from the pod. Did that mean Jason’s ecto-signature changed? Probably, but how exactly?

“We’ll worry about it later,” Jason snapped as he focused on the door. “Just don’t touch me.” Before anyone could argue with him, he kicked open the door. He did have a flare for the dramatic after all.

Notes:

My view on Tim's relationship with Jason in this universe is heavily based on a very specific set of comic panels, which for the life of me, I don't remember which volume/series its in, and a song. In the panels, Tim had to coax Jason to stay and have some breakfast after he provided some intel. For me, that showed Tim's become fairly comfortable around Jay, and that Jason doesn't think he deserves to be around his family. Also, one of my guilty pleasure songs, "Talk" by Coldplay feels like it fits them very well... especially because Tim used to stalk Batman and Robin (who was Jay at the time) around Gotham. Jason was his hero... and I've read Tim has talked to Jason's memorial and even hallucinated him before before he came back. I'm not sure if the hallucination part is true.

Also, Jason did sneak into Titan's Tower, in his old Robin uniform, to attack Tim during the events of Under the Red Hood. I don't know when he had time. But looking at it again, it reads like a very strange attempt to get Tim to stop being a vigilante.

As a side note, I'm mentally not doing very right now. I mean it when I say I'm not handling my promotion well. Bare with me as I know I'm not going to be able to get these chapters out as regularly as I did with the original work.

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I don't really follow Danny Phantom, like at all, so I'm sorry if this is something that's answered but I was reading the Ghost Biology big post you did and I got curious; what happens if someone moves into Amity Park? Do they just become part of the collective "group of Haunt" people or is there some specific "new person" that's different from tourists?

oh, haunt lore is all fanon stuff! There's like, not any canon lore at all about if ghosts even haunt things or places actually, which is weird, cause it's about ghosts, but whatever. i hope you like long posts 'cause world building is my favorite!

We're gonna call area claimed by Danny Amity Park but it's more area in reality than just the City of Amity Park.

So in this lore, someone doesn't 'stake a claim' or 'petition the haunt' or whatever you wanna call it until they have Amity Park in their hearts. Like, it is their home. That is where they Live (or exist). Someone living in Amity Park but their home is anywhere else, they don't belong to the haunt. Even if their home no longer exists it exists in their heart. This doesn't have to be a physical location!

That's important and easily overlooked so I'm gonna make a new paragraph and say it again.

The claim to Amity Park does NOT need to be a physical location. It can be a person or animal or plant (which can be a physical location and usually is but doesn't mean it always is) or hell even like, a thing like a car, boat or plush animal or necklace. Whatever. If it's part of Amity Park and the person holds it/them/whatever in their heart/loves it/cares for it then that's a claim in the ghostly kinda way.

If they love someone and that someone is their home and they belong to Amity Park then that's a claim.

Hmm okay. So. There's a few different scenarios here. Let's order this by how liminal they are.

not liminal at all, totally blank slate. Most people won't stay blank slates. Statistically this is like, no more than 3% of the haunt's population. They exist but it's pretty weird.

transient resident, no liminality: so someone with zero prior ectoplasm exposure and/or absorption. They sometimes live in Amity Park and sometimes don't. The haunt has the least ability to affect these people.

The haunt can't affect these people directly. They have no ectoplasm in them (or not more than just being measurably there). The haunt doesn't have problems perceiving them or anything, it just can't enact its will into them at all.

So this still ectoplasmic blank slate person emotionally attaches themselves to Amity Park. That's all they need to do to become part of Amity Park. It's a Danny thing, his haunt is super chill and accepts pretty much every claim. Especially at first and (in the ghost pregnant/ghost biology is weird au) as a teen ghost.

Amity Park can only affect the Living directly if they have liminality. Amity Park can do other things. If anyone else claimed by Amity Park is with them then the haunt can act through those people or animals or plants or etc etc Living things. In the Physical Plane/in 'the real world'/in the material world Amity Park can only affect inanimate objects it has claimed. It's extremely powerful so most inanimate things become part of the haunt very quickly.

But if inanimate things leave the haunt they need to either return or have or find a source of ectoplasm or the haunt will lose it's claim.

The Living, once liminal, don't naturally lose that liminality. They can certainly lose ectoplasm but there is a threshold that they can no longer drop below without Dying. They won't drop below that threshold naturally. Something outside of themselves has to cause it. The something could even be a serious enough infection, it doesn't have to be deliberate.

So if someone with zero liminality leaves Amity Park and no one else/no other living thing is with them and they have no source of ectoplasmic energy Amity Park quickly loses any power to interact with them or even perceive them.

If someone/another living thing belonging to Amity Park/claimed by Amity Park is with them then the haunt will use it's connection with them to keep the non-liminal as cared for/safe/claimed as it can.

permanent resident, no liminality: so someone moving in the zero prior ectoplasm exposure and/or absorption. They move into Amity Park

Again: The haunt can't affect these people directly. They have no ectoplasm in them (or not more than just being measurably there). The haunt perceives them, it just can't enact its will into them at all.

Amity Park doesn't actively work against these people but it also doesn't actively work for these people either. Danny obviously will help them if they need it or ask for it, but Amity Park isn't under his conscious control in any way. It's like saying an animal is in control of their lymph nodes because they're an organ system in their body. Except ghosts can, with enough training and practice and mental will, learn to do specific, limited things through their haunt. Ghosts with a healthy and-or strong enough connection to their haunt can perceive things in it if they focus on the thing with enough will. So not exactly like a Living animal's lymph nodes but close.

So the non-liminal person claims Amity Park and lives within it's area of control.

If some person for whatever reason literally can't absorb enough ectoplasm for the haunt to act through them then they just go about their business. What is that like? Having zero precognition/sixth sense/extraplanar awareness/whatever you wanna call it in a ghost's haunt? Well, in Amity Park it means the other ghosts in the ecto-ecosystem pretty much have free reign with these people. The ghosts that actually live in Amity Park only survive in the haunt at the mercy and will of the haunt so nothing too terrible or horrific would happen. I mean, that is, nothing that Danny believes is horrific or terrible will happen. So there's still plenty of room for them to have experiences that make them sit down and reevaluate everything that has ever happened to them and rethink their lives. They also can't do anything to get the haunt's attention on them. So if they're alone (truly alone, except for ecto-plankton because they have no real consciousness) and something happens to them where they NEED HELP there is no ectoplasmic HELP for Amity Park to be aware of and whatever happens to them is what happens.

like say, they're having a heart attack, no ghosts or people are around to see them/feel them in distress, (there's probably the ecto-plankton but those have no awareness of anything. They're like jellyfish, floating around eating whatever they run into and converting it to waste) it's entirely up to that person to get help just like any one else on earth.

transient resident, liminality: this person has absorbed enough ectoplasm to perceive things that people don't like perceiving.

If they didn't claim Amity Park (or another haunt) then they would likely just refuse to acknowledge the weirdness they notice, or explain the weirdness away. Not everyone does this obviously, but most people like it when they understand the world and their place in it and what is around them.

this person has also claimed Amity Park. They can't ignore these things any longer. That doesn't mean they understand what's happening or even recognize that something IS happening. And it's not deliberate on the haunt, Amity Park doesn't try to hide itself from those that it's claimed. But sometimes you just suddenly really, really, really need to check on So-and-So and my goodness their front door opened when you knocked and they're unresponsive on the floor! Time to call 911 and when it's over you just think "My goodness, it sure was lucky for So-and-So that I just remembered I had this tupperware of theirs and needed to return it!" and that was Amity Park acting through one of it's people.

The only other thing to note here is if this person claims something inanimate they will get the urge to return with the thing to Amity Park (or the nearest source of ectoplasm) before Amity Park loses the ability to act through it. Once either they recharge the thing or Amity Park loses control of the thing, the urge goes away.

But since they themselves are liminal Amity Park is always aware of them. Unless they stop holding Amity Park in their hearts.

Amity Park can always act through them, but it can't always act through their surroundings. how much effort Amity Park has to exert to interact with these people depends on the ambient ectoplasm around them at the time. The more there is the less effort Amity Park needs to exert.

permanent resident, liminality: the main difference from these people and transient residents is the haunt's ability to interact with them. They live in the haunt itself so unless they're traveling for vacation or work or some reason the haunt can act through them and through their surroundings very easily. They're always surrounded by ridiculous amounts of ectoplasm AND the ectoplasm IS the haunt (unless they live in or have gone to an established haunt within/bordering Amity Park; Vlad's mayoral mansion; Valerie's haunt when she gets one)

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Lethean

@ghostpetrol  Hello!  This is your Winter Truce gift!  :)  

This is mainly from your ghost king prompt, with a little bit of Skulker and friendly banter thrown in for seasoning. This wound up being much, much longer than I first expected it to be, and I hope it's coherent and enjoyable.  Happy holidays!

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Lethean

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It was a town hall meeting about the ghost problem, so, of course, the ghosts had to show up. They didn't arrive in the usual way, however, which was swooping down on a crowd from the sky, or phasing through the ceiling. Oh, no. That was too pedestrian for these particular ghosts.

No. Instead, they tore the air open in dozens of great, green rents, and surrounded the assembled citizens of Amity Park in a matter of seconds.

But this was Amity Park. Ghosts were expected, not merely ironic.

There were ghost hunters in attendance. Many ghost hunters. The battle was pitched before the ghosts had fully entered the room.

The ghosts wore robes of black, gold, and white. Their skin was green, their claws long and sharp. Each one had a single, huge eye.

There was one exception, a ghost that looked slightly more human, though few present saw him. One ghost wore a purple robe, and held a long staff topped with a clock. A very few who he passed by later claimed he was crying, weeping, whispering, "I'm sorry," as he floated through the crowd.

As for the other ghosts, all anyone heard them say over the screams, ectoblasts, and ghost rays was "The King!" and "For the King!"

(Although there were a few that claimed the phrase wasn't "for the King," but "find the King.")

Then, as quickly as they had arrived, they were gone.

It took hours for Amity Park to realize that five teenagers had disappeared with them. After all, the five of them were always vanishing during ghost fights.

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Danny awoke to the sound of running water. It was a pleasant sound, but not one he thought he should be sleeping near.

Nevertheless, he opened his eyes slowly. He felt languid and oddly heavy, though that might have been because he was wet.

Why was he wet?

He had been laying in the middle of a large, airy, atrium-like room, in a kind of depression with a drain on the bottom. The room itself was quite pleasant, and its numerous water features had provided the noise he was hearing.

He found what was in the room to be less so. There were people laying on the ground, scorch marks on the walls, and splatters of red and green on the floor.

He ran to the nearest person, a human girl with long, red hair. He checked her over. She didn't seem to be injured very much, except that she was unconscious.

On checking the other four, he found they were much the same.

They felt awfully familiar, but he couldn't recall where from. Actually, now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember any 'wheres' for them to be from.

This probably wasn't a good sign.

He looked around himself, trying to find a clue to who he was, or what he was doing here, other than his name. The only thing that really stood out to him was the complicated spigot set on the ceiling above the depression he had woken up in.

Then he saw the ghost.

His first impulse was to interpose himself in between the ghost and the humans, easily calling spectral power to his hands. But the ghost was crying, and he felt familiar in the same way the humans did.

He felt like family.

Danny let the ectoenergy he had gathered fade to nothing. He drifted hesitantly to the alcove the ghost was huddled in. It was on a balcony wrapping around the room, and Danny didn't see any stairs. He would have to fly up there.

"Hello?" he said, his voice echoing in the atrium. "Are you alright?" He floated up a little farther. "Can you help me? I think my- my friends are hurt, and I- I don't know what to do. Or why I'm here," he added more quietly, "or where I am." Or anything else, really, except his name.

"I'm sorry, Daniel," said the ghost, his voice ragged.

The ghost knew his name! That was a good sign, right? The apology... That was less good.

Danny flew the rest of the way up, and peered over the rail. He gasped. The ghost, who wore purple and definitely had a thing for clocks, was chained to the wall.

No longer cautious, Danny flew to the ghost's side. He tugged experimentally on the chains.

"Do you know if there's anything I can do? Is there a key?" He pulled a bit harder. The chain separated from the wall. "Oh. Huh." Abruptly, all the locks on the chains fell open. "Huh."

The ghost straightened, unfolding from the alcove. Danny flinched back at the sudden motion. The ghost was much taller than he had thought. But then, he suddenly wasn't. He was much smaller, younger, a baby. Then he was old.

Danny wilted back in confusion.

The ghost sighed, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "My apologies, Daniel. I am Clockwork, the Ancient Master of Time." He returned to the appearance he'd had when Danny had first seen him. "I serve reality, the Infinite Realms, and the King of All Ghosts."

"Okay," said Danny. That sounded somewhat familiar. Not that he actually remember any of it, but he might have heard it before. But... King of All Ghosts? The term gave him a bad feeling.

The ghost put a hand on Danny's shoulder. "Daniel, what do you remember?"

"I- Nothing. I don't- My friends, I think they're hurt. They're unconscious. Can you help? I don't know what to do."

"There is nothing wrong. They are simply taking longer to recover from the purification ceremony than you."

"The what?"

"The purification ceremony," said Clockwork. "It is required for the King and his court to be purified with the waters of the five rivers, the Lethe, Acheron, Cocytus, Phlegethon and Styx, before the King ascends the throne."

Danny looked around, nervously, as if expecting a king to pop out of the floor.

"Daniel, you are the King."

Danny blinked. Oh. He hadn't expected that.

"Did something go wrong?" asked Danny. "You were chained up, and it looks like there's a fight. And I don't remember anything."

"Not remembering anything is part of the purification. It is to ensure that you are an impartial and fair ruler." Clockwork said the words almost as if they were physically hurting him. "As such, I cannot give you the details of what happened. Suffice it to say, there were some who did not agree with your nomination to the throne."

"Oh," said Danny again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure you are the King of All Ghosts."

"No. That my friends are alright. They are my friends, right?" It wasn't like he had any evidence to back that up, after all. He could be wrong.

"Yes. They will be awake in just a few minutes, and they are your friends. Your very best friends."

Danny nodded, relieved in more ways than one.

"Shall we go down, and greet them?" asked Clockwork.

"I- Yes," said Danny. "Yes, that's a good idea."

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"I don't get it," said the girl who called herself Ellie. She adjusted her ponytail again. She had done so eight times since they had say down. "You're saying he's the King of All Ghosts, but he's definitely human. That doesn't make sense."

Danny frowned. "But I'm not human. Not entirely. I'm half-ghost. Shouldn't I be saying the same thing, anyway? All of you look human."

"None of you are human," said Clockwork. "You are liminal spirits. You may appear human, but you have ghost cores. That is enough for you to be called ghosts."

"Cool!" said the girl who had introduced herself as Sam. "Does that mean we have powers? Dark abilities?"

"Of a sort, yes."

"Nice."

"Hey, Danny," said Tucker, "you don't seem too happy. Are you alright?" His fingers twitched, as if they wanted to touch something that just wasn't there.

"Of course he isn't," said Jazz. "He's just been given a huge responsibility he knows nothing about." Jazz was the first person he had checked on, when he woke up. "So have the rest of us, actually. What does the King's court actually do?"

They had left the atrium, and were sitting outdoors on violet grass under a swirling green sky. A few meters away from them, the ground abruptly ended. Clockwork had told them that they were on one of many floating islands in the Infinite Realms.

"That depends largely on the King," said Clockwork, half-bowing to Danny.

Danny squirmed. "It can't all be up to me. Can it? I mean, why even have a king at all, then? I could just, you know, not do anything."

Clockwork nodded. "You could choose to do nothing. Your mere existence is enough for the Infinite Realms. You inform their shape, their nature, and, to some extent, the nature of their inhabitants. For example, the last King of All Ghosts was a violent man. When he took the thrones, the environment of the realms became more hostile, more dangerous, less hospitable. Many larger islands fractured. Wars became more frequent. People as a whole became more aggressive. But there are other traditional roles, that you may take up, or not, if you so desire."

Wow. That made Danny feel even more apprehensive, if anything. He turned to the last member of the group. "What do you think, Valerie?"

Valerie shrugged, crossing her arms. "I think this whole thing is ridiculous, and I'm going to wake up in bed any minute now. I mean, ghosts, really? And you're in charge of all of them? No offense."

"No, that's fair," said Danny. He didn't feel kingly, that was for sure.

"Perhaps," said Clockwork, "I can bring you to your residence."

Danny looked back at the large building they had come from. "So... We don't live here?"

"No. This building is only used for the purification ritual."

"Wait," said Tucker, "how are we going to get there? Do you have a plane, or something?"

Danny turned to look at him. "You don't remember that we can fly? I mean, you've seen me and Clockwork flying."

"I must've gotten a higher dose of purification, or whatever," said Tucker. "I don't remember that at all. I thought that was a you thing. What about you guys?" he asked, turning to the others.

Ellie levitated up from the grass in response. Valerie clicked her heels together, and what looked like a high-tech surfboard popped out from the soles of her feet. The surfboard (hoverboard?) began to float, with Valerie on top.

Sam and Jazz, meanwhile, looked on with confusion. Then Sam snorted, and shook her head.

"Okay, Tucker, pure of heart, let's see if we can't figure this out."

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The Observants arrived at the black castle only a few days after Danny and his friends had settled in. Clockwork ushered Danny to the cavernous throne room, and his friends gathered close around him, ready to fight, if need be. They had seen the Observants enter the castle from an upper window, and they had disliked the one-eyed ghosts on sight. None of them had yet determined why, and Clockwork wouldn't say anything.

Danny especially didn't like how Clockwork seemed to be almost afraid of the Observants. He hoped the little practice they had done with their abilities and powers would be enough, if things got violent.

He settled into the overlarge throne, very aware that he was wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms. Valerie, with her armor-summoning abilities, was really the only one dressed for a confrontation.

"Open," he commanded the doors on the far side of the room. They obeyed, swinging inward.

The Observants filed in. Danny pulled his legs up onto the throne. He probably shouldn't have, he knew it made him look younger and less confident. Too late. Putting them down might make him look indecisive, on top of all that.

The Observants stopped before the steps leading up to the throne. One of them raised up an elaborate chest, and eased it open.

"We have brought you your crown, your majesty."

So they had. The Crown of Fire flickered softly in the confines of the chest.

A second Observant raised a smaller box. "We have brought your ring, your majesty."

The Ring of Rage laid, quiescent, on the crushed black velvet lining of the box, the carved skull on its front glaring up at Danny.

Danny pushed up, out of the throne, and hovered a few inches over the ground. He flew down the steps to the Observants, and examined the Crown for several minutes. The Observants seemed to be holding their breaths, waiting for something.

Of course, they were ghosts. They didn't have to breathe. Even Danny didn't have to breathe, when he was in ghost form.

He reached down and picked up the Crown. The fires it was wreathed in immediately changed from a sickly, rotten green to a pale, icy blue-white. The Crown itself expanded and thinned. Danny tilted his head. He hadn't expected that. He lifted the Crown up over his head, where it stayed, floating.

The Observant closed the chest and quickly withdrew. Danny turned his attention to the ring bearer. It occurred to him, then, that they were afraid of him.

Why?

He'd ask Clockwork, but Clockwork probably wouldn't say.

He picked up the ring. It turned a dark, silvery gray, and the skull disappeared. Odd. He put it on the middle finger of his right hand. It fit perfectly. That Observant pulled back as well, disappearing among the others.

"Your majesty," said a third Observant. "It is time for you take up your responsibilities as King of All Ghosts."

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Danny retreated in confusion. The Observants wanted a lot of things, most of which didn't really make sense to Danny. Valerie pushed the door firmly closed behind them.

"Alright," said Tucker, pointing at Danny. "If this is going to happen a lot, we need to get you some better threads. Like, something cool."

Danny looked down at his pajamas. "Yeah, probably."

"Also, we should probably look into the laws and precedents of the Infinite Realms, if we're going to be called on for advice."

"And by we, we mean you, mostly," said Sam. "Since you're the King. We'll help you, though." She elbowed Danny, lightly. "As much as we can."

"We can run interference, if nothing else," said Ellie, leaning into Valerie's arm.

"Thanks," said Danny, smiling slightly.

On the inside, he was freaking out. He had felt directionless ever since he had woken up, and that feeling was worse than ever. He didn't know what he was doing, or what he should be doing.

It was awful.

"Hey," said Sam. "Look at me, Danny."

"What?"

"It's going to be fine. Don't worry. According to Clockwork, we don't technically have to do any of this."

"Right," said Danny. It wasn't as much of a relief as it should have been. He felt bad. All his friends were trying so hard to help him, and he was basically useless, no help at all.

There was a knock at the door. "Your majesty, you can't just ignore your responsibilities. We will help you, advise you!"

Clockwork sighed, heavily. "You do not have to do anything, Daniel, least of all whatever they want." His words dripped with venom.

The banging continued. "Clockwork! Open this door!"

Clockwork jerked towards the door.

"Stop!" said Danny.

Clockwork stopped, and seemed to sag in relief.

"Can they make you do things?" asked Danny. "Were they the ones who chained you up before?"

"I cannot tell you."

"Why? Because they told you not to say anything?" asked Danny, suspicious.

Clockwork was silent. He wouldn't look at Danny.

Danny bit his lip, incensed on Clockwork's behalf. He threw open the door. The Observants weren't going to take advantage of him, and they certainly weren't going to take advantage of any of his friends.

He threw open the door.

"Your majesty," started the Observants.

"No," said Danny. "Whatever you're doing to Clockwork, you're going to stop. You can't order him around anymore."

"Your majesty," said what he was taking as the head Observant, "I don't know what he's been telling you-"

"Nothing. Which is the problem," said Danny. "Did you tell him not to? Were you the ones who attacked the purification ceremony?"

"No one attacked the purification ceremony!" protested the Observant. "We were running the ceremony."

Alarm bells started to ring in Danny's head. Big, nasty ones.

"You were running the ceremony." Danny looked between the Observants and Clockwork. "The ceremony where we all lost our memories."

"It was necessary," said the Observant. "All the Kings go through it."

"He's lying," said Jazz, suddenly.

"How do you know," asked Valerie.

"I don't know, I just do. How did you know how to use your suit?"

Danny turned a glare to the Observants. "Stay away from me and my friends. Including Clockwork. Don't you dare order him around anymore. Or else."

"Your majesty-"

"Get out."

"But-"

"Get out of our home. I don't want to ever see you ever again. Ever." He slammed the door.

"So, uh, we didn't have to forget our lives?" asked Ellie. "Is that the takeaway here?"

"No, I think the takeaway is our memories," said Tucker.

"That's one way to put it," said Danny. He rubbed his eye, angrily. "Clockwork, is there any way to get our memories back?"

"I can't say," said Clockwork, miserably. "I'm sorry, Daniel."

"That's the first thing you said to me," said Danny.

"It is."

"Because the Observants made you lie?"

"I can't say."

Danny groaned.

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The Observants weren't the last petitioners. Surprisingly, most of them wanted to work in the castle. Cooking, cleaning, guarding, tailoring, doing various... castle-things. They wanted to fulfill their Obsessions in service to the King. Which was Danny.

Honestly, he didn't get it. He wasn't nearly cool enough to deserve that. He especially wasn't cool enough to deserve the praise the big white yetis heaped on him. But they were nice.

Danny was finally becoming more relaxed, too. Somehow, having more people around was helping him. He liked seeing what people were doing. He liked seeing them happy, and they seemed to like him helping them, and explaining various things to him.

Which was very good. Because he didn't really know a lot. Hardly anything, actually. He was pretty ignorant, sadly.

Right now, he was with a pair of tailors who were putting him into a suit vest with long tails and short pants. The vest was probably very nice, but Danny didn't know much about suits. All he knew was that it sort of made him feel sort of elven, or fairy-like.

There was a knock on the door, and Jazz stuck her head in.

"Hey," she said, "we have company. I think you'd better come."

"Is it the Observants again?" asked Danny. The one-eyed ghosts hadn't given up. He, Sam, and Tucker were looking for ways to keep them out of the castle.

"No. They're from the Far Frozen."

"Okay," said Danny. "Sorry guys, but I need to go."

"That's fine, your majesty, we are almost finished." The tailor waved her hand, and the stitching finished itself off. "Do you like it?"

Danny looked in the mirror, and smiled at the star patterns in the embroidery. "Yes, it's very nice. Thank you."

"No, thank you. It has been far too long since my work was worn by someone deserving."

Danny blushed. He didn't know if he was deserving.

"Okay. Well, bye," he said, slipping out the door. He turned to Jazz. "Did they say what they wanted?"

"Just that it was important, and you could help. They were worried," she added.

They entered the room where Jazz had left the yetis to wait. They both bowed immediately. Danny still wasn't used to that.

"Jazz said that you needed my help?" he prompted.

"Yes, Great One," said one of the yetis, rising. "I am Snowfall of the Far Frozen, and I have been sent by Chief Frostbite."

Danny nodded. He'd only met Frostbite the one time, briefly, along with a bunch of other leaders, but he liked him. He was big, soft, and friendly.

"The Far Frozen is in danger. A recent battle has displaced one of the Fire Islands, sending it flying towards the Far Frozen. The temperatures are becoming unbearable, and collision is imminent."

"What can I do?" asked Danny. He wanted to help, but he felt that averting a natural disaster on this scale was beyond him. "Do you need help evacuating? New homes?"

Deep-seated worry passed over Snowfall's face before being hidden again. "One of the powers of the King is redirecting the movements of the floating islands."

"Oh!" said Danny, brightening. Maybe he could avert a natural disaster. "How do I do that?"

The two yetis looked at each other. "We were hoping you knew."

"Oh," said Danny, much less energetically. "I guess I'll... go see if Clockwork knows."

.

Danny stood barefoot on top of a snow drift in the Far Frozen. The Far Frozen was beautiful and peaceful. The snow felt good on his feet.

Less good was the giant, flaming, erupting volcano floating a few miles above the island. He could taste ash on the wind. The tips of the Far Frozen's great glaciers were melting. He could feel the heat on his face

He reached into himself, into his core. Cold flowed out from him, chilling his surrounding. Snowflakes condensed from the air around him, and fell gently to the ground.

He looked over his shoulder at his friends. "Do you think it's getting farther away yet?"

Sam and Tucker were almost unrecognizable under all their layers. Both of them had relatively warm cores. Valerie was wrapped up in her suit, which was impervious to temperature changes. Jazz was dressed warmly, but not like Sam and Tucker. Ellie, meanwhile, had had much the same reaction to the Far Frozen as Danny, which was to say, she loved it.

"It is not," said Clockwork.

"Has it at least stopped getting closer?"

"No."

"Has it... Slowed down?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's progress, right?" He looked back up at the volcano before he got an answer. "What if I went up there, and just, you know, froze it? It'd still hit, but it wouldn't melt anything any more, right?"

"Daniel, you can do this."

"I know, I just don't feel like I can." The sentence came out as a very un-kingly whine. "It's a giant mountain! It's ridiculous."

"Maybe that's the problem," said Jazz. "Not feeling like you can do it."

Danny groaned.

"We all have weird powers," said Sam, teeth chattering. "Tucker has that electricity thing, I have my plants, you have ice, Jazz has mind powers... Why is this so much weirder."

"I don't know!" Danny threw up his hands, and glared at the approaching island. "Why won't you just go away?" he demanded. "You're hurting people! Go somewhere you aren't. This place is huge! You have plenty of room!"

"Ah, there we go," said Clockwork.

"Wait, what, really?" asked Danny, flabbergasted. "That's what worked?" But even as he said it, he felt a sensation of rightness settle in his core. It was moving away. The Far Frozen was safe. He had done a good thing, today.

"Note," said Tucker. "Talking inanimate objects does work, I'm not crazy."

"You are crazy," said Valerie. "You named that PDF-"

"PDA," interjected Tucker.

"-Janet. Who does that?"

.

The Far Frozen might be a snowbound wasteland, but Frostbite really knew how to throw a party. There was food, music, dancing, lights, everything.

Danny was maybe just a little intimidated by all the cheering they were doing, but, hey, it was still pretty cool.

After a while, though, the yetis calmed down or were distracted, and he was able to slip away and find a quieter side room to hang out with his friends in. He collapsed gratefully onto an icy couch.

"Wow," said Tucker. "That was a party. Like, the best party ever. I don't think I've ever been to a better party."

"I don't think we've been to any parties, except this one," said Danny.

"Huh?"

"We haven't been to any parties. Not since we lost our memories."

Tucker blinked. "Yeah, I guess you're right. I hadn't really thought about that. Maybe we should throw one when we get back to the castle."

Danny sighed, and was surprised to hear a nearly identical one from Ellie.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I just-" Ellie sighed. "I don't want to go back to the castle."

"You want to stay here?" asked Sam, sounding shocked. "But, it's so cold."

"Well, it's really nice here, and it would be good to learn more about our ice powers, but, I mean..." she trailed off, uncertainly.

"What if we traveled around?" asked Danny. "I've been looking at some history things with Clockwork. Human kings used to do that, travel around and see where they were needed. I think we could help more people that way. The castle is kind of hard to get to."

Ellie sat up from where she had been laying. "That would be nice," she said. "I think I'd like that."

"We'd be able to learn more about the Realms, too," said Sam, thoughtfully. "But we should probably put a limit on how long we stay in any one place, except for the castle. So we don't put too much strain on anyone. Either our hosts, or ourselves." She gestured to herself and Tucker. "We don't all like the same things. Obviously."

Danny nodded. "We'll want to stay if we're in the middle of something, though."

"That's reasonable," said Sam. "Just-" She shivered. "Well, you get it. It's cold here. You two Phantoms probably wouldn't feel great about hanging out in a tropical jungle."

"That's true," said Danny. "What do you guys think? Val? Clockwork?"

"Sounds cool to me," said Valerie, shrugging.

"It will open many opportunities for you," said Clockwork. "It will, however, be wise to return to the black castle periodically."

"Okay, cool! I guess we're decided, then. Tomorrow, we'll have to ask if they have any maps here, and figure out where to go!"

.

"They don't look dangerous," said Valerie.

"They're really pretty," said Jazz. She sighed. "It's so cool that they're real."

"Are you kidding?" said Danny. "Do you see those horns? Those hooves? Feel that ectosignature? They're dangerous." He narrowed his eyes and peered over the large rock he was hiding behind. "And evil. Very evil. The most evil."

Grazing in the center of the floating island was a herd of unicorns. They were black and hot pink, with long, grey horns, and sharp teeth and hooves. Their manes were made of ghostly flame. On the other side of the island stood the flaming ruins of a once-thriving community.

Removing them was the latest task Danny and his friends had taken on. They'd been traveling and helping people for some time. Months, maybe. But it was hard to tell exactly, because the Infinite Realms didn't have strictly defined days and nights. Some of the individual Realms did, but not all of them together.

"Come on, Danny. They're animals. They don't have the awareness to be evil," said Sam. "They're just acting according to their nature."

"Either way, we still have to chase them off."

"No, no, that's not going to work," said Sam. "They'll either come back, or bother someone else. What we need to do is relocate them."

"What's the difference?" asked Ellie.

Clockwork wasn't with them today. As Master of Time, he did have other responsibilities. He had said something about a complex paradox he needed to untangle before he left.

"The difference is that one is humane, and actually fixes things, and the other just makes the problem repeat later."

"No, I mean, practically. What would we have to do differently?" asked Ellie.

"We'd need to find a place to relocate them to, first," said Sam. "Then we'd have to catch them, somehow, or guide them away."

"Oh yeah! Clockwork gave me a thing like that! Look." He showed them the shiny green and white cylinder.

"I've got something that looks like that, but square," said Valerie, "and redder. Actually, it doesn't look like that at all. Why did I think it did? Anyway, it catches ghosts. Yeah. I'm pretty sure, anyway. I haven't tested it."

"Okay. So, we can't just leave them here while we search for a place to put them. Sorry, Sam. They're just too dangerous. They might attack somewhere else. Once they're all caught, then we can find somewhere to relocate them to."

Sam sighed, but nodded. "You're right. So how should we approach this? Maybe Val and I could go around from behind, and we can kind of pinch them together?"

That was a good idea. "Yeah, I was sort of thinking-"

"Hey, guys?" said Tucker. "They're looking at us."

The unicorns were indeed looking at them, Danny saw. The closest stamped its hoof, and lowered its horn.

Danny swallowed. "Oh, jeez."

.

A few hours later, Danny and the others laid, out of breath and exhausted, on another, much smaller floating island.

"Okay," said Danny, weakly raising an arm. "That didn't go to plan."

"There was a plan?" asked an unfamiliar voice. "You could have fooled me."

Danny snapped upright, his first instinct being to defend his friends. Of course, their first instinct was to defend him, so all their various weapons and glowing fists wound up pointed at the hapless ghost.

The ghost in question was encased in silver armor modeled (very roughly) on human anatomy. He had rivets, a green, fiery mohawk, and sort of stubby legs. He also looked rather intimidated.

"Uh," said Danny, lowering his fists. "Sorry. Who are you?"

"I am Skulker! The Ghost Zone's greatest hunter!" He puffed out his chest.

"Hunter!?" screeched Sam. "You mean you hunt poor innocent animals?"

Skulker looked sideways at Danny. "What can I say that will make her not attack me?"

"Do you hunt animals?" asked Danny.

"It's not like I kill them! Make your girlfriend stop looking at me like that!"

"She's not my girlfriend!" objected Danny, quickly.

"I'm not his girlfriend!"

"You're back at that? Really?" asked Skulker. "I know your memories got erased, but really?"

"You knew us?" asked Jazz, with interest. "Is there anything you can tell us?" They had met several people who had knew them before, but their accounts of what they had been like were... confused. At best.

"You were the greatest prey I've ever had the pleasure of hunting!" said Skulker. "And also one of the best hunters. Except for me, of course. But that," he pointed back towards where the unicorn horn still was, "that was pathetic. What happened?"

"Well," drawled Danny, "it might have something to do with that whole memory erasing thing you were talking about. By the way, are you, like, really a tiny little ghost inside a robot suit?"

"Oh my gosh!" said Tucker, floating higher. "You're a mecha? That's so cool! How do you work?"

"I am cool," said Skulker, "and- Wait. How did you know that? How did you know about that?"

"I don't know. Your ectosignature is just kind of weird. But, back to you, you're a hunter? Have you hunted, you know, unicorns before?"

"They're actually why I'm here," said Skulker, proudly. "But then I saw what you were doing, and it was just so hilarious that I couldn't stop laughing long enough to properly pilot my suit."

"Cool. But have you ever caught one before?"

"No. Actually, you once saved me from being brutally dismembered by one. But, today, that will change! Today, I capture a unicorn for my collection!"

Danny tilted his head. At this point, no one was threatening Skulker anymore.

"By collection," said Sam, slowly, "what do you mean, exactly?"

"My collection," repeated Skulker, "on my island. I let all my prizes roam free, of course, so I can have the pleasure of hunting them again!"

"Okay. Yeah. That's good enough for the demon horses," said Sam. "We're teaming up and giving them to you."

"I- What? No, that's a terrible idea," said Skulker.

"That's a great idea!" said Danny.

"No."

"Yes!"

"I'm the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter! I don't team up with anyone."

"But shouldn't the Ghost Zone's greatest hunter be able to teach people how to be great hunters?" asked Jazz.

"Ohhhhhhh," groaned Skulker.

Danny smiled.

.

"Ssooooo," said Danny, sliding in next to Tucker. "You were a pharaoh before. I wonder how that works, what with your tech Obsession?"

"Well," said Tucker, vaguely waving his hands at the tall, shiny pyramids in front of them. "I don't think tech is my only Obsession. Protection isn't your only Obsession. But, I probably fell in here through a portal from Egypt. That happens."

"Speaking of which, do we even know what time period it is out in the human world?" asked Danny. "I've seen people from all over. Like, the farthest back person I've seen is from, like, prehistory, and the farthest along had this raygun thing going on for them. But maybe they were just Obsessed with science fiction."

"Who knows," said Tucker, shrugging. "Hey, I think- I think I need to stay here for a bit longer. I just want to, I don't know. Find out who I am."

"That's cool, dude. Take all the time you need."

.

"... and he just... gave you a sword?"

"Yep," said Jazz, looking down at the object. "I think he was an Ancient, like Clockwork. Fright Knight."

"So that's... That's Soulshredder," said Danny, pointing. "The sword that will send you to a dimension that contains your worst fears if you get cut by it."

"Yeah," said Jazz.

Danny rubbed his eyes, and sat down on an overstuffed chair. They were staying in a rather nice house in Logres-Prydain, which was a rather nice, large archipelago ruled by certain deceased and imaginary British monarchs.

They hadn't done anything there, except for playing tourist, Logres-Prydain was a very stable realm, apart from its fits of melodrama. Not at all like Albion, the other realm ruled by former British leaders, which had far more than the occasional colonial impulse. Still, it had been a nice, relaxing vacation.

Until now.

"Did he say why?"

Jazz shrugged. "He said that it belonged to the first defender of the King, and he wasn't doing that anymore."

"Oh. Well. I guess that makes sense. You're going to have to get sword lessons, though. I told you that you should have joined the rest of us when Frostbite gave us lessons."

"But the library."

"Yeah," said Danny, remembering. "The library. It was pretty cool." He paused. "Do you think Fright Knight would give you lessons, or should we get, like, the Green Knight, or something?"

"Uh. Since he kind of left right after giving this to me, I'd say the second option."

"Good call."

.

They stood over the hulking, but defeated form of Undergrowth, former Ancient of Plant Life.

Danny had never seen Sam look so awesome.

"How did you take control of his plants?" he asked, tapping one of Undergrowth's vines with his foot and freezing it. Maybe Undergrowth was tied up by Sam's plants, but Danny didn't want him to root himself again.

Sam shrugged. "I don't know. I think I might have done it before? It felt sort of familiar. You know how it is."

"Yep," agreed Danny. He sighed. "So, what do we do with him?"

"Isn't he wanted?" asked Valerie. "I think I saw a poster or two, back in Logres."

"Mhm. By the Observants, though," said Danny.

"Okay," said Ellie. "So what? Make them work for their keep, or whatever."

"Not a bad idea," said Danny. "I kinda feel like we might regret it eventually, but I don't really care. What do you say, we wear Undergrowth down until he fits in the thermos, take him to the Observants, and then go back around, pick everyone up, and go home?"

Sam stretched. "Sounds good to me. This whole thing," she waved at the ghostly jungle around her, "has given me some ideas about how to Observant-proof the castle."

.

"This is actually really cool," said Sam. "I thought it would be like a zoo, with all the animals in cages, but it isn't."

"I told you it wasn't," said Skulker, sulkily.

They had stopped by Skulker's island while circling back to Logres-Prydain to pick up Jazz. It wasn't quite on the way, but Sam and Valerie had wanted to see it. Sam because she was still suspicious as to Skulker's treatment of animals, and Valerie because she wanted to learn more about hunting. She really liked hunting. Almost to a disturbing degree.

Danny hoped she wouldn't wind up after his skin like Skulker apparently had been.

His life had been weird before. He wished he knew more about it, wished one of the ghosts he met would tell him something more than, Oh, hey, I used to fight you a lot, but I want to be best friends now.

He wished he knew why none of the ghosts would say anything. It couldn't all be because of the Observants.

Could it?

"Skulker," said Danny, interrupting. "What were our lives like?"

The ghost went quiet. "Complicated," he said, finally. "More than I ever knew about, even if I did hunt you and observe your behavior meticulously!"

"Wow," drawled Ellie. "That's not creepy at all."

"You lived with your parents, and your sister," continued Skulker.

"Ellie?"

"No, the red-haired one. You went to one of those human schools with your girlfriend and her," he pointed at Valerie, "and that tech-y boy."

"You mean Tucker's not from ancient Egypt?" Oh, boy, he hoped that wasn't going to turn into a problem later on.

"No. Why would you think that?"

"Long story. What about me?" asked Ellie.

"Honestly, I don't know where you came from. You're related to him, somehow, though."

"Oh," said Ellie, clearly disappointed.

"But that's really all I know."

"That's it?" asked Danny. "Do you know what happened to our parents?"

"No. It isn't like we were best friends. Oh, yes, that's right. You and the huntress used to be enemies. Once I pitted you against one another on this very island! Good times."

"Okaaaaaaaaaay," said Danny. "This has been fun and all buuuuuuuuuuuut I think it's time to go." He started floating away, awkwardly.

"Sure, whatever," said Skulker, waving. "Visit soon! I have to introduce you to my girlfriend!"

.

"Clockwork?" asked Danny. "Are you okay?" Ever since they'd gotten back to the castle, Clockwork had been acting nervous and stressed.

"I'm fine, Daniel," said Clockwork, fidgeting with the hem of his robes. "I am simply... anticipating."

"Anticipating what?"

"Certain... Events. That will happen."

"Like, bad events, or good events?"

"Events," repeated Clockwork.

"Give me a hint?" asked Danny, half-playfully. He leaned back in his chair, and played with the toes of his bare feet. He actually quite liked the suits with short pants the tailors kept giving him. He was less certain about the pocket watch, anklets and other decorations they were adding lately, but he did like the ticking sound the pocket watch made, so it was all good.

Clockwork shook his head. "No, Daniel. I can't tell you about the future. I apologize for being distracted. Now, where were we?"

"I think you were talking about the Swan Princesses, and the settlement of White Mountain?"

"Indeed." He waved his hand, and an image appeared in the air, like a holographic projection. "Now, if you will turn your attention here..."

.

"How do you like it?" asked Sam. She and Tucker had been working on a new barrier for the castle for the past two weeks. The result was floating, interlocking, shifting hedges of black roses grown over a framework of shiny tech. It was a bizarre, but oddly appealing combination.

"It's great!" said Danny. "But it isn't going to keep people who need us out, is it? As in, people who need us who aren't the Observants?" He'd asked the question before, but he felt the need for confirmation.

"It'll let people who ask for help in," said Tucker, proudly. "People who say they need help. My stuff will also give me alerts whenever something unusual comes up."

"So will mine," said Sam, quickly. "Not as quickly, but it'll be good as backup, if Tucker isn't available."

"That's really amazing, you guys. I wish I could have helped."

"Pft. It's no problem," said Tucker, waving his hand. "You've been really busy."

"Still," said Danny.

"No, dude. You were stopping a war, weren't you?"

"And averting a natural disaster," said Sam. "The Lethe flooding could have been a real problem."

"Not to mention rescuing all those guys the ghost hunters caught, and figuring out what to do with the ghost hunters," continued Tucker. "What did you do with them, anyway?"

Danny shrugged. "I just kicked them back out into the human world. I hope they don't come back."

"Anyway," said Sam. "There is something you can do with this, if you want to. We left room for your ice, and-" she took out a papery packet. "Tada! Iceflower seeds. Between the two of us, we should be able to make them grow, and then you can have just as much warning when someone is knocking on our door as we do."

"Cool!" said Danny. Then he grinned. "Literally."

Sam and Tucker groaned in stereo. "Seriously?" said Tucker.

Danny shrugged. "The pun was just sitting there. You couldn't expect me not to take it. But, really, Sam. Where did you get these? I thought Frostbite said they were almost extinct."

"Eh, well, I got help from the Far Frozen, and we all asked around. I'm thinking about starting a seed bank, or a botanical garden. You know, to preserve ecological diversity."

"In her copious free time, you know."

"Shut up, Tucker."

.

This was Jack and Maddie's fifth trip into the Ghost Zone. Every time they got further in. Every time they improved the Specter Speeder. This time was different, though. Last time, they had seen the Ghost King.

It had only been from a distance, and he had looked very different from when he had dragged Amity Park into the Ghost Zone two years ago, but their instruments didn't lie. He was the only ghost who could possibly have that much power. No other came close.

Maddie wished the encounter had lasted longer, that the Ghost King had stayed still long enough for their instruments to analyze his ectosignature and determine what his powers and weaknesses were. If she and Jack were to defeat him, and get their children back, they needed every advantage possible.

At the same time, Maddie knew they had been lucky. If the portal hadn't opened up before the Ghost King attacked them, they could have been killed. They hadn't been prepared to face him, then. Now they were. The Specter Speeder had been fitted with all of their very best weapons. They were ready. Ready to get their children back, or die trying.

The universe seemed to agree with them. They had yet to have a single ghostly encounter. The Ghost Zone was quiet, quiescent. The sky spun slowly around them, islands passing by in the distance.

"According to the ghosts we questioned," Maddie said, "the Ghost King's castle should be this way, and he should be in residence."

Jack nodded grimly. "I wi-"

"Don't say that word. Don't you remember what happened last month?"

"Sorry, Mads."

Maddie bit her lip. "So am I. I didn't mean to snap at you." She sighed. "I'm stressed. What were you saying?"

"It would have better," said Jack, cautiously, "if any of the ghosts had known why the Ghost King woke up again."

"It would have been nice to know what had woken him up in the first place," said Maddie. "But it doesn't matter. We're not trying to put him to sleep." A flash of odd color caught Maddie's eye, and she leaned forward, looking up through the windshield, to try to see what it was and where it had gone. "Did you see-?"

A bolt of fuchsia energy hit the front of the Speeder and splashed against the shields. Alarms sounded in the cabin as the Speeder was forced down. Maddie cursed, and began activating weapons. Why hadn't the ghost detector gone off?

Oh. Now it activated.

"Big ectosignature, Mads!" shouted Jack over the noise.

"The King?" asked Maddie, as green, then pink, hit the shields.

"Not quite that big, but- What's that?" The Speeder shook under another barrage.

Maddie yanked on the controls. "Two colors! There must be two of them!"

"The engines!"

"What?"

A temperature warning suddenly went off. Were they overheating? No, the engine temperature had dropped. An ice user? Like Phantom had been?

Maddie revved the engine, but it was too late. It had gotten too cold, and they were dead in the water.

Yet another fruitless trip. Maddie hit the steering wheel. They could probably fight their way out of this, with all their weaponry, and rig up a way back, but they'd have to go back to the drawing board as far as their rescue attempt went.

It was probably a good thing. If they were brought so low by these ghosts, they would have been destroyed by the Ghost King. But, still, it was so frustrating.

"Maddie, I can't get a lock!"

Maddie snapped back to the present, and frantically started pressing buttons.

Then the barrage stopped, suddenly and completely.

"Still only one ectosignature?"

"No, I have two, but one is so small, I can't-"

A red figure on a board swooped into view in front of the Specter Speeder. Maddie froze completely. That was Valerie Gray.

Yes, she was wearing that red ghost hunting armor, but Phantom had revealed her, back when the Ghost King had dragged Amity Park into the Ghost Zone. Maddie wasn't likely to forget that, or anything that had happened then.

"Ghost hunters!" shouted Valerie Gray, loudly enough to be heard inside the Speeder. "Disable your weapons, and open the doors of your vehicle."

A ghost girl appeared out of thin air next to Valerie. The board tipped somewhat, and the girl seemed to laugh, gesturing at Valerie with a teasing gesture.

The ghost looked like Phantom, almost like she could be his sister. His twin, even. That would be incredibly rare, among ghosts. But then, Phantom had always been an oddity, right up until he had disappeared entirely.

Maddie wasn't surprised he was involved in this, however tangentially.

She fumbled for the PA microphone. "Valerie Gray?"

The conversation outside stopped, as both girls turned their attention back to the Speeder. Valerie's mask receded from her face.

"How do you know my name?"

"You don't recognize us?"

"Kind of hard to, considering you're in that big thing. All I know is that you're the ones who've been harassing people and causing problems." Valerie crossed her arms. "Why don't you come out, then we can talk about whether or not we know each other."

Maddie lowered the microphone, and turned to Jack. "It's obviously a trap," she said.

"But she might know where Danny and Jazz are," said Jack, "and even if she doesn't, we have a duty to her, as well. She's a victim, too."

"She might be overshadowed," said Maddie, even as she nodded in agreement.

"She's definitely under some kind of control. Otherwise she'd never work with a ghost. But I think we have to risk it. For Jazz and Danny."

"For Jazz and Danny," agreed Maddie.

She pushed open her door and leaned out. The void of the Ghost Zone yawned dizzily beneath her, the ectoplasmic mists spiraling down forever. She waved at Valerie. "Alright, let's tal-"

The ghost girl was abruptly next to Maddie, and there were four of her.

"Gotcha," she (they?) said, grinning, as they grabbed onto her and Jack.

Maddie's vision blurred, and when it came back into focus, she found herself next to Valerie Gray, supported in the air by two copies of the ghost girl. Jack was similarly imprisoned.

"So," said one of the copies. "What should we do with these guys? Any thoughts, Val?"

Valerie Gray regarded them silently. There were streaks of red in her hair, and flecks of gold in her eyes. An affectation, or a side effect of living in the Ghost Zone for so long?

"You say you know me," said Valerie. "How?"

"You mean," gasped Maddie, trying not to think about the endless drop beneath her feet, "you don't know us?"

"No. I don't. What are you even doing in here? You're human."

"So are you!" said Jack.

Valerie shrugged. "Not entirely. I'm going to ask again, what are you doing in the Infinite Realms?"

"We're looking for our children," said Maddie.

"Oh, we can help with that," said the ghost girl. "When did they die?"

"They didn't," snapped Maddie. "They were kidnapped, by your king!"

Valerie snorted. "I highly doubt that. When was this?"

"Almost a year ago," said Maddie. "The same time you disappeared."

"Uh huh," said Valerie. "Well, it wasn't our king. He hasn't been reigning for that long, yet. I doubt it was the last guy, either. Last time I checked, he was still locked up."

"What were your kids' names?" asked the ghost girl.

"Their names are Daniel and Jasmine," said Maddie.

"Okay, cool. Hey, Val, what do you say we have our resident mind reader take a look at them?"

.

The floating island the ghost girl had set them down on was tiny. Barely large enough to pace on. If the ghost girl or Valerie had been on it with them, it would have been far too crowded. As it was, the two girls had chosen to float some distance above the island while one of the ghost girl's duplicates went to go get the 'mind reader.'

Maddie surreptitiously checked her suit's built-in weapons for the fifth time. Maybe it would be better to attack the ghost now, but then the absent duplicate would still be free to gather reinforcements. If the 'mind reader' was the ghost controlling Valerie, defeating it could free her, and get the Fentons an ally.

If not, then- then-

Maddie didn't know. She had come into the Ghost Zone with so many plans, but they had all depended on having the Specter Speeder, which was now a floating dot in the distance. More than that, she was distracted by Valerie's apparent amnesia.

Would Danny and Jazz remember them? Would they be under the control of ghosts as well? How would they get past that? They had expected them to be imprisoned, yes. They had even expected them to be hurt, or controlled. But amnesiac? That hadn't been something they had planned for.

"Here we come," said the ghost girl, above them.

Maddie looked up, and traced her gaze to two approaching dots. They grew larger and larger, until they resolved into humanoid figures. One was the ghost girl. The other...

The other was Jazz.

She had a blue streak in her hair, and her eyes flashed pale yellow-orange when she looked down at Jack and Maddie, but it was definitely Jazz. It was Jazz, despite her anachronistic clothing, despite the long, thin, and wicked sword strapped to her waist.

It was Jazz, and the blank look on her face when she met Maddie's eyes confirmed her worst fears. Jazz didn't remember them at all.

.

"They're telling the truth," said Jazz.

"They are? Really? You and Danny are their kids?" asked Ellie.

"That's what they think, anyway," said Jazz. She glanced back down at the couple. "They're also hiding enough weapons to equip an army."

"You should have seen their spaceship thing."

"And what Val said to them when they were in their spaceship thing. She sounded like Walker!"

"I did not."

"Did too!"

"Okay, okay," said Jazz. "But what should we do with them? Send them home? Get Danny? What?"

"Well," said Ellie, "what do you want to do?"

Jazz sighed. "I don't know. I'd just as soon not deal with this. I mean, we've all been curious about our pasts, but our responsibility is to the Realms, and they're, well. A menace."

"You don't feel anything for them?" asked Valerie, sounding surprised.

"I do, but..." Jazz shrugged, unable to explain just what she felt. "Anyway, they think we're being mind controlled or something. I don't think we can just get through to them. But if we just send them back to the human world, they'll come back. At least, that's the vibe I'm getting right now."

"It's like with the unicorns," said Ellie. She paused. "Does that mean we have to relocate them?"

"No, I don't think that would work. Or it might work," Jazz corrected herself, "insofar as getting them out of the way, but not in terms of having a satisfying conclusion. I mean, imagine if we left them on an island somewhere. We'd always be wondering and worrying about them, wouldn't we? And they'd always be trying to escape. But... I think you have a point, comparing them to the unicorns."

"Wow, thanks, Jazz. I was beginning to think that everything I said was wrong."

"Oh, come on. I'm just trying to talk myself through this."

"I get it, I get it. Go on. Tell me how I'm right."

"I think we need to give them what they want, at least partially, then they won't feel the need to come back. It might help us get some closure, too, as far as our former lives go."

"Meaning?" prompted Valerie.

"Meaning, we should take them to Danny."

.

"I'm getting a signal from the barrier," said Tucker. He was decked out in all his Egyptian gear, but also with a whole lot of tech. It left something of an odd impression.

Danny looked up from a pile of correspondence. "Oh, yeah? Is it the Observants?"

"No, it's Jazz, Val, and Ellie with a couple of humans." Tucker drummed on the table. "I'm going to go check it out."

"With the side effect of leaving us with all of this," said Sam. She gestured at the table full of letters.

"Hey, it's Danny's fan mail," said Tucker, pointing finger guns at the two of them. "Catch you later."

A few minutes later, he came back.

"Hey, guys. Problem. Big problem."

Jazz came in right after him. "I don't know if it's a problem, exactly, but Val and Ellie are outside the barrier with our parents."

.

"Is this what you were talking about?" Danny asked Clockwork. "That event you were talking about earlier."

Clockwork shrugged, misery evident in his motions.

"Is this the Observant's orders, still? I could smack their eyeballs right out of their heads..."

"What are we going to do?" asked Tucker. "Talk to them? Send them away? What?"

"How about we make them go through our maze?"

"Wh- Why would we do that?" asked Danny.

"I don't know. It sounds like fun. Oh! It might make them reveal their weapons. That would be good, right?" Sam shrugged.

"I guess, but I think that might be, you know, unnecessarily cruel," said Danny.

"Yeah, so?"

"So, that's bad."

"Is it?"

Danny shook his head. "Let's go to the throne room, and let them in. It sounds like a lot of their aggression to ghosts is them thinking that the 'Ghost King' is involved with our kidnapping. Which, I mean, yes, clearly I am involved in my own kidnapping, but, you get it."

"It would be good if they stopped attacking people," said Tucker.

Danny groaned. "Yeah. I can't believe I have to worry about my parents randomly attacking people."

"It isn't all that unbelievable. You're pretty violent."

"And you aren't?"

"Hey, I'm not denying it."

.

The ghost girl, who was apparently named Ellie, held Jack and Maddie as they and Valerie floated over a castle trapped within a ever-shifting framework of barbed-wire-like roses and ice.

It looked like a prison.

Slowly, the spinning layers came to a halt, revealing a path to the castle at their heart.

"Looks like they want to see you," said Ellie, flying down. She set the two humans down on the edge of the island, and then gestured at a huge pair of doors. "Go ahead," she said. "We're right behind you."

Maddie's lips twitched at the threat, but turned away. Let the ghost think Maddie was afraid of her. She and Jack walked forward, past the ghosts guarding the doors, and into a long, broad hallway.

At the end of the hall was a dais. On that dais was a throne. Jazz stood just beyond the last step of the dais, below the throne, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. To the throne's left was Tucker Foley, Danny's best friend. He was dressed like something out of a documentary on Egypt. To the throne's right was Samantha Manson, decked out in poisonously bright flowers and a ragged green dress.

In the throne itself sat Danny, wearing a neat suit and a crown that burned with blue fire. The tips of his bare toes fell just short of reaching the floor in front of the throne.

"Jack and Maddie Fenton," he said, in a clear, carrying voice. "Please come forward."

Maddie looked over her shoulder at Valerie and Ellie. Their expressions suggested that Jack and Maddie had better start walking.

As they approached the throne, Danny pushed himself out of the throne and stood. Other than the odd clothing choice, Danny looked the same as he always had. Unlike the others, odd lights didn't shine from his eyes, and his hair wasn't streaked with strange colors.

"Hi," he said, in a more normal tone of voice. "I'm told you want to talk to me. To us." He smiled faintly. "I'm afraid none of us remember anything from more than, hm, call it eleven months ago, though."

Maddie's brain was still trying to process the situation.

"You really don't remember us?"

"I'm sorry," said Danny. "We don't. You seem somewhat familiar, though, if that helps."

It didn't.

"You're the Ghost King!" exclaimed Jack, suddenly.

"I am," said Danny.

"But," said Maddie, as the throne and the crown suddenly clicked into place for her, "how? You're human!"

"Only half," said Danny. He shrugged, and light rippled across his skin. His hair went white, his eyes green, and his skin darkened.

Phantom stood in his place.

Then, before Maddie could blink, he was Danny again.

"That's apparently enough," continued Danny.

"How..." Maddie couldn't get enough air to ask the question.

"I don't know exactly," said Danny. "But from what I've read, it can happen if a portal opens up on you." He tilted his head. "We would like to hear what we were like, though. Not many people will tell us. Are you alright?"

"Breathe, Mom," said Jazz. "Go ahead, breathe. Everything is going to be fine."

.

The room they were in now was much smaller. Almost cozy, despite all the death symbols and ghostly trappings. Maddie eyed a scythe hung above the fireplace suspiciously.

Jack had taken a ghost detector out of his suit, and was scanning the children. All of them had ectosignatures, but none of them showed up as so much as overshadowed.

"Why don't you remember anything?" asked Maddie as Jazz tucked a quilt around her.

Danny rolled his eyes, and the flames of his crown flickered higher. "A certain group of ghosts thought it appropriate to revive an archaic purification ritual which used the waters of each of the five great rivers, one of which is the Lethe, for my coronation. They have been punished appropriately." He shifted his weight. "But tell us, what were we like? What were our lives like?"

.

"Come home," said Maddie, her voice hoarse from all the stories she had told. "Come home, all of you. Whatever this is, we can fix this."

Danny shook his head. "We can't." His voice was rough as well. He had told his share of stories.

"You can. We can hide the changes to your appearance."

"No, we physically can't. We bathed in the waters of the Five Rivers of the Infinite Realms, including those of the River Styx. We're bound here. We can't set foot in the human world."

"You can visit, though," said Jazz. "Whenever you like."

"As long as you don't attack any of my subjects," added Danny.

"We can't leave you here," objected Maddie, "as slaves to ghosts."

"We aren't slaves," said Tucker, annoyance clear in his voice.

"But you don't actually have to leave," said Danny. "You could live here. The same prohibition against attacking people would apply, however."

Jack and Maddie exchanged a glance that conveyed thousands of words. "We would like that," said Maddie, returning her gaze to her son.

Danny smiled, and clapped his hands together. "Excellent! I'll see about having some rooms made up for you. Come on," he said, standing, "let me show you what we've got.

Maddie followed him out of the room, her eyes fixed on his crown. She wasn't giving up. This wasn't over yet.

This wasn't over at all.

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The Business of Family

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by Spaced_Ace

Jazz remembered the way their parents loomed in the living room as they’d laid out that verdict. Ever-present weapons gleaming, standing in such a way that they blocked access to both the front and back entrances. Their eyes had been what struck her the most of that horrible tableau. What made her stomach fill with jagged stones and drenched her back in a frigid sweat. The way they looked at her little brother, their gazes cold and hollow and -

Hungry.

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Things are not well in Amity Park.

With the GIW getting more and more aggressive and their parents becoming ever more suspicious of Danny each day that passes, Jazz knows that they're running out of time. It's not safe, and their options are painfully limited. Out of sheer dumb luck or a little intervention from Clockwork, she manages to discover a distant relative that just might be their salvation.

If asked Oswald Cobblepot would say that it's just good business. Adopting a few kids had done wonders for Bruce Wayne's reputation, why not his? It's not like he can't afford to put them somewhere out of the way if they get to be a problem. It's just business. Nothing more.

(His soft heart says otherwise.)

Words: 1294, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M

Characters: Oswald Cobblepot, Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, the goonion, Amity Park Residents (Danny Phantom), Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Batfamily Members, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Guys in White (Danny Phantom), Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton

Relationships: Oswald Cobblepot & Jazz Fenton, Oswald Cobblepot & Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Amity Park Residents & Danny Fenton, Amity Park Residents & Jazz Fenton, Jazz Fenton & The Goonion, Danny Fenton & The Goonion, Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd, Tim Drake/Danny Fenton, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added

Additional Tags: Penguin adopts Jazz & Danny, Protective Oswald Cobblepot, Parent Oswald Cobblepot, Protective Jazz Fenton, Protective Danny, everyone is protective of each other in this one lol, Jack and Maddie's A+ Parenting, Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Residents of Amity Park know what's going on, And would like to get the Fenton children out of there thanks, The Iceberg Lounge, Jazz works for the Iceberg Lounge, Danny runs with the Goons, Oswald thought this was going to be a PR stunt but oops now he's a dad, Good Sibling Jazz Fenton, BAMF Jazz Fenton, Liminal Jazz, Good Sibling Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton is a Little Shit, Jazz Fenton Needs A Hug, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, honestly everyone needs a hug they all got trauma, Protective Tim Drake, Protective Jason Todd, BatFam is very concerned that Bruce's adoption problem is spreading, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

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Ghost City

by GooGirl Danikka Seighin lost her mom, got powers, and got a dad within 24 hours. What’s a half-ghost to do unless mess things up? Words: 1213, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Ghost Files Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Multi Characters: Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters, Jack Fenton (Danny Phantom), Maddie Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Dan Phantom, Original Halfa | Half-Ghost Character(s) (Danny Phantom), Original Female Character(s), Sam Manson, Sam Manson's Parents, Ida Manson, Tucker Foley, Dash Baxter, Paulina Sanchez, Star (Danny Phantom), Kwan (Danny Phantom), Wesley "Wes" Weston (Danny Phantom), Kyle Weston (Danny Phantom), Damian Wayne, Jon Lane Kent (DCU New 52), M’gann M’orzz, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Roy Harper, Jason Todd, Barbara Gordon, Jade Nguyen, Original Characters Relationships: Danny Fenton & Vlad Masters, Vlad Masters & Original Female Character(s), Jazz Fenton & Original Female Character(s), Jack Fenton & Maddie Fenton & Vlad Masters, Danny Fenton/Tucker Foley/Sam Manson, Dan Phanton/Roy Harper/Jason Todd, Jazz Fenton/Jade Nguyen, Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton, Dash Baxter/Valerie Gray, Kwan/Wesley “Wes” Weston, Paulina Sanchez/Star, Johnny 13/Kitty (Danny Phantom), M’gann M’orzz/Original Female Character, Jon Lane Kent (DCU New 52) & Danielle "Dani" Phantom & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Rewrite of Danny Phantom, bexause why not, radios are cool, Halfa | Half-Ghost Danny Fenton, Halfas, Ecto-Contaminated | Liminal Amity Park Residents (Danny Phantom), Amity Park Is Strange (Danny Phantom) via https://ift.tt/GlZPjyQ