#batpham event

[salmonight]

Fentonic2024 Day 8: Flirting / Viral

Me: Lets make something simple to be the fake channel's pfp

Me: Goes over the top even tho it vont rly be visible

Me: ...this is fine

Prompts:

[nightshiftshenanigans]

IT’S FINALLY HERE

@halfagone and I’s Patrol Partners fic, Born to Make History, is finally out! Lemme just start by saying it has been an absolute honor to write alongside such a brilliant fellow author! A truly 10/10 human being🤩❤️

We hope you all enjoy watching these two dorks keep their cool throughout the competition season❄️

Enjoy y’all!!❤️❤️❤️

[tourettesdog]

Team SAD (@summerssixecho, @akela-nakamura, and myself) is proud to share the first chapter of our Patrol Partners fic! c:

We're not sure how long this fic will be just yet, but it's currently over 20k words and we're not even a third of the way in hahaha. We've been having an absolute blast working together, and hope yall enjoy!

[lapetitechatonne]

Lightning Strike

so, this was originally for dpxdc ship week back in Febuary, and i just realized i forgot to cross post it lmaoo, so here's my obligatory wlw contribution to tumblr ☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆ ao3 link - here! kate's masterlist - here!

Lightning Strike - 2.5k

Since becoming Clockwork’s apprentice, Dani had seen it all. The beginnings and endings of societies, civilizations, and even whole worlds. She understood now why Clockwork had taken her on, it wasn’t because he needed the help, but rather the company.

Watching all of time pass, over and over again, was a lonely business.

But Dani was used to lonely.

Her years spent on the streets, watching people pass by but never really interacting, taught her that. Sure, she made some friends along the way, but the connections were fleeting as the pull in her core demanded she move on.

Clockwork’s tower was the first place she felt okay truly staying at, but that had to do with the infinite possibilities playing on the portals all around her. It was hard to feel suffocated when you had a new adventure every day.

It wasn’t something she thought about often, but doing her routine portal checks was tedious, and perhaps she had seen one two many happy groups of friends or couples. The human part of her deep down wanted that. Someone to talk to and joke around with who didn’t know all her punchlines—she swore hanging out with Clockwork got more frustrating every day.

Father Time truly was a big blob of dad. All the way down to finishing her jokes for it.

Maybe she should pay her cousin dearest a visit. At least he wouldn’t see her pranks coming.

Her mind was so occupied with the pranks she could pull, she didn’t even notice lightning start to break through thick ectoplasm, until the was a large crack and a hole tore open right beside her.

Dani jumped as an arm of lightning reached out, almost hitting her square in the chest. The green of the zone mixed with the golden colored lightning, swirling in a bright halo of the oddest electrical storm she’d ever seen.

Almost too quickly for her to see, the storm collapsed in on itself, settling into an uneasy silence. Then, as quickly as it collapsed, it expanded to twice the size before spitting out a yellow blob. The blob shot straight through Dani, who barely had time to go intangible, and into the ghost zone, lightning trailing behind it.

Dani didn’t wait for her thoughts to catch up, she just raced after the thing. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was, but she was pretty sure it was her problem. God, she hated being Clockwork’s personal bouncer.

It wasn’t hard to follow the blur, electricity tended to linger in the ectoplasmic filled atmosphere longer than others. When she finally caught up with it, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Floating upside down, wiggling her legs, was a redhaired girl in a yellow superhero suit—or at least Dani assumed from the Flash symbol on the girl’s chest. Her red hair was falling out of the back of her bun, swaying with her movement, and when she caught sight of Dani there was an immediate fire in her hazel eyes.

Dani liked this one. She seemed fierce.

“Are you just going to stare?” The girl crossed her arms, glaring at Dani.

Dani just giggled and reached out, poking the girls shoulder. She squeaked as her body hurdled around. Dani used a hand to stop her from going in a circle.

“Oh,” the girl blushed lightly and gave Dani face splitting smile, “thank you. You wouldn’t happen to know where I am, would you?”

“The Ghost Zone.” The girl tilted her head and furrowed her brows. It was too cute. “Well, some people call it the Infinite Realms. Or the Place Out of Time. Oh, and the Between.”

Dani tapped her chine, trying to remember any other names. It seemed like every Earth and time had a different name for it, so Dani didn’t really retain any of them.

“Hm. Do you know how I could like, get home?” The girl cringed as she looked around, and a small frown played across her lips.

“Probably,” Dani crossed her arms behind her head, leaning back, “Clockwork would know. If anyone can get you back to your time, it’s him. I can take ya, if you’d like?” Her chores could wait. This was way more interesting.

“Don’t really have any other options, so I guess so,” the girl smirked, playful and a touch mischievous. “I’m Impulse.”

The girl held out her yellow gloved hand and Dani smirked back.

“I’m Dani—with an i.” She took Impulse’s hand, and even through their gloves Dani could feel how warm she was. It was nice. “Humans can fly in the zone, so just hold onto my arm and you should be fine. Wait, you are human right?” Dani blushed as Impulse giggled.

“Meta-human, if that makes a difference?” She tilted her head and blinked her long eyelashes.

Dani could feel the cold ectoplasm rise to her cheeks giving them a green tint.

“It shouldn’t, but I guess we’ll find out,” Dani gave Impulse the cheekiest grin she could muster, and the other girl actually laughed.

Dani offered her arm to Impulse like the movies she’d watched with Jazz.

“A proper gentleman,” Impulse teased as she placed her hand in the crook of Dani’s elbow.

“Of course! I was taught to treat cute girls right.” Dani winked, and they both dissolved into laughter.

Something fluttered in her stomach as they laughed until they were out of breath. It was a euphoric lack of oxygen that stopped all critical thoughts in Dani’s head. The only thing that existed was them and this moment.

“Do you want to take the long way?” Dani asked, not knowing what she was saying until she heard herself. She couldn’t bring herself to regret it.

“Sure,” Impulse smiled, all teeth and pretty pink lips, “we’ve got time.”

Dani beamed at her and began the flight back to Clockworks. She flew slower than normal, but not by much. Irey’s brain was fast, making connections that Dani couldn’t dream of faster than she could keep up.

Still, there was something oddly content about the redhead as she flipped around in the green atmosphere. Dani showed her some of the more interesting sights, almost running them into the River Styx because Impulse wanted a closer look.

“I can’t wait to tell my brother, he’s gonna be so jealous,” Impulse gushed as Dani pulled her away from the black churning waters. “You know, this is actually the slowest I’ve ever gone. Well, my brain I mean, not me physically.”

“It makes sense,” Dani let them float up towards the far frozen, the last place on their little tour, “the Infinite Realms are technically a place outside of space and time.”

Impulse hummed in response, looking deep in thought. Dani let her think—it was a lot to learn there was an afterlife of some sort, Dani learned that on her travels. It was sometimes even harder for people to understand that it wasn’t what they pictured or believed in.

Dani witnessed a lot of breakdowns she didn’t know how to stop before realizing it. Sue her, she was technically like four.

They stayed silent until they reached the Far Frozen, which got the redhead rambling again. This time about biomes and how they related to different species across the universe. Dani thought that she would get along too well with Danny.

It was all too soon that they reached Clockwork’s tower, which rendered Impulse speechless for the first time on their journey.

“Here we are!” Dani gently held Impulse’s sides and brought her down to the platform. Dani could feel her hot breath fanning across Dani’s face and the static electricity that covered the girl's body.

“Thank you,” she smiled, her hazel eyes sparkling with different golds and greens across the deep brown surface, “not just for helping me, but for being so kind. Not everyone is this nice when you fall into their dimension.” She giggled, and Dani sensed there was history there.

She wished they could talk about it all. Funny—even in a place without time, Dani never felt like there was enough.

“It was my pleasure. And kinda my job? It’s a little unclear.” Dani shrugged, while Impulse shot her a questioning look. Her head was tilted to the side, her brows furrowed making a cute little indent on the bridge of her nose. Dani wanted to run her fingers over the area until it smoothed out.

Dani shook the thought out of her head. Now wasn’t the time.

“I’m Clockwork’s apprentice, though, I think he took me on to keep him company more than anything,” Dani pushed open the large doors to the clock tower, the screech of the hinges echoing against the dark stone. “And you’re lost in time. So, it’s kinda my job to help get you back. That’s why I chased after you in the first place.”

“Oh,” Impulse frowned a bit, almost looking disappointed.

Dani felt herself internally panic—oh god, did she make a pretty girl sad? How was she supposed to fix this?

Dani took a deep breath, trying to calm her suddenly racing thoughts. This was not something Vlad’s programming taught her, but you know what? She could figure it out. Yeah. She could do this.

“But I’m really glad I was the one that found you,” Dani said. She watched as the frown on Impulse’s face softened, and Dani knew she was on the right track. “You’re the most interesting thing to happen around here in a while. I liked showing you around.”

Impulse smiled at her and stepped forward into Dani’s personal space. The redhead reached up, and slipped off her mask, revealing more of her tan skin—and freckles that dotted the bridge of her nose.

“My real name is Irey.”

Dani could only stare at Irey, both amazed and shocked by the show of trust. And even though she might never see the redhead again, Dani wouldn’t—couldn’t—let her walk away without knowing the girl behind the ghost.

Dani held eye contact as she let her transformation go. Waves of cold power washed over her skin until she was fully human.

“My name’s still Dani,” she chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck, “but I’m part human too. Half ghost, half human. A halfa.”

“That’s sick,” Irey laughed, a small yellow spark jolting through her eyes.

Dani could have stayed there staring into Irey’s eyes for eternity. Unfortunately, Clockwork had other plans.

“Danielle,” the sound of Clockwork’s voice pinged off the walls as he descended from the top of his tower, “I see we have a guest. Aren’t you going to introduce us?” He gave her the smirk he got when he was actively trying to be a little shit.

Sometimes they were too similar for Dani’s tastes. Now was one of those moments.

“I’m Impulse,” Irey put her mask back on, staying close to Dani’s side. “I’m a little lost. We hoped you could help get me home.”

“Of course, child,” he smiled as his form shifted from an adult to an old man. He flew up the tower without another word, just expecting them to follow.

Typical.

Dani huffed, but walked up the broken staircase with Irey, helping her jump from the harder platforms.

“A bit cryptic, isn’t he?” Irey asked as she effortlessly parkoured over the platforms. It was hot.

“That’s his brand or something. We’ve given up questioning it,” Dani shrugged lazily floating up, enjoying the show. Dani’d never seen anyone seriously attempt to take the stairs, even Sam and Tucker would make her or Danny help them.

“Yeah, I know the type—ah!” Irey squeaked as a platform moved at the last moment, causing her jump to fall short.

Dani rushed into action, propelling herself forward to catch Irey. She wrapped her arms around Irey’s lean frame, static electricity and heat coming off the redhead in waves.

“Are you okay?” Dani asked searching Irey’s eyes for any sort of pain or discomfort.

“I’m good,” Irey’s voice was breathy as she relaxed into Dani. She wrapped her arms around Dani’s neck, pulling the dark haired girl close to her.

Dani let her eyes flutter closed, the scent of burned rubber and apple shampoo burning itself into her memory. Her boy tingled where it met Irey’s in a pleasant way, and the heat warmed the parts of her usually cold to the touch.

After a few moments, she felt Irey’s hold on her loosen and the warmth pull away. Dani pushed down the urge to chase the feeling.

“Thank you.” Irey smiled and the bridge of her nose tinted pink. Dani knew that she probably looked like a tomato by now.

“Anytime.”

Dani broke eye contact and floated up to the top of the clock tower. She gently let their feet hit the ground, not wanting to jolt any possible ankle injury Irey might have sustained in the fall.

“Well, you took your time,” a child Clockwork commented, a pleased smirk on his face. “Anyways, I think I’ve found your time.”

With a flourish of his staff, a portal sprung to life, swirling in front of them. In shades of green, Dani could see people dressed a lot like Irey with lightning bolts adorned all over their bodies in a field looking around.

“That’s it! That’s where I was when—well whatever happened, happened.” Irey excitedly pulled out of Dani’s arms, the electric field around her crackling.

Clockwork laughed, deep and boisterous as his form switched to adulthood. “The Infinite Realms is the place between universes. The buffer of the multiverse if you will. Instead of moving between earths, you were going just fast enough to get stuck between them.”

Dani watch different emotions cross Irey’s face faster than she could keep up.

“So, I could come back if I wanted?” She eventually settled on excitement, the air around her crackling with small yellow lightning bolts, the light catching the shine of her hair perfectly.

Dani didn’t know that someone could took so beautiful standing in the middle of a lightning storm. She was suddenly sad lightning didn’t strike the same place twice.

“With your abilities? No doubt about it.” Clockwork shared a look with Irey that Dani couldn’t decipher when her heart was pounding in her chest.

The idea of getting to see Irey again was exciting in a way that life hadn’t been for a long time.

Suddenly, in a burst of wind and yellow, Irey was standing right in front of Dani, their faces only inches apart.

“I’ll see you soon.” The way she said it, like it was a promise, made Dani grin back.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Irey leaned in and placed a small kiss on her cheek, soft and electric all at once.

As quickly as she was there, she was gone. Through the portal back to her world. Her family.

Dani smiled, a dopey stupid grin that Danny so would have made fun of her for, but she didn’t care.

Dani couldn’t wait for the next storm.

[avaritia-apotheosis]

THE OFFICIAL DP/DC WEEK 2022 CALENDAR

Woe, crossover event be upon ye! DP/DC Week starts NOVEMBER 14! See the event masterpost here for guidelines, faqs, and more!

Above is the official event calendar featuring all 14 prompts! (Click image for better image quality.)The top row contains the short prompts, the bottom row contains the longer prompts. Feel free to attach this graphic to your posts as a nice header, use as a check-list, or more!

ALSO! @stealingyourbones will be posting prompts that are inspired by the event prompts one week before the event! Make sure to check out their blog to get some inspiration!

THE PROMPTS

NOVEMBER 14:

Lazarus Pit

Worst Case Scenarios Only

NOVEMBER 15:

Mistaken Identity

It's tough gaining respect from new League members when they find out one of their superiors is a 14-year-old

NOVEMBER 16:

Eldritch Entities

The worst person to put in charge of teens is another teenager

NOVEMBER 17:

Time/Dimension Travel

There was something off about them...

NOVEMBER 18:

A Royal Problem

Someone's bound to notice all the weird things in Amity

NOVEMBER 19:

Families Found

Wulf teaches Danny how to open portals. It does not go to plan.

NOVEMBER 20:

Security Breach

It was supposed to be their day off

Remember to tag your creations as #DP/DC WEEK 2022!

[easily-broken-by-emotion]

I know I've been reading too much dp x dc fanfic because I had a dream I was watching danny phantom and got confused as to why he wasn't with the kents...dream me realized the mistake but like reading regular dp fanfic has me questioning when the batfam enters...so...its a problem

[turtleduckaltacc]

Drawing I made for the Batpham Community discord secret santa event — the prompt being Charon Danny.

Just a smal amount of blood featured in the drawing.

[dpxdcdisneyau]

DPxDC Disney AU Week

One Week. 10 prompts.

Hello! I’m Dis aka @disillusioneddanny and with the help of two of the wonderful mods from the Batpham server—Gil and Kate, I would like to announce the summer writing event DPxDC Disney AU week!!!

WHEN?

August 21-25

HOW?

Each day has its own pair of prompts set in popular Disney themes. You can do something using both prompts, or just one! It’s completely up to you as long as it’s Disney themed!

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Rules

Tag everything properly so people can avoid or search for your content. Content that is not properly tagged with Triggers or Content Warning will not be reblogged or accepted into the collection

You can create anything! One shots, fanart, anything you can think of that fits the prompt, you can create! If you really hate yourself like Dis, you can do multi chapter fics for each one if you so choose! Ship fics and gen fics are welcome! (Also DW I called myself out when I wrote this lol-Dis)

You can post things for a prompt later in the week, but not before.

You can participate in just one day or the entire week if you want!

No sign ups required, just tag your fics properly so that we can showcase them!

You can @ this blog so I can see it and reblog!

FAQ

What kind of fics are allowed?

Ship fics, family fics, platonic ships are all welcome. Everything MUST be properly tagged.

I have an idea for a Dreamworks au can I do that?

Yes! It’s only called Disney AU week because it sounds good! If you’ve got ideas from Dreamworks, Pixar, or even Studio Ghibli they are more than welcome to be a part of the event!

I can’t do the entire week but I want to do certain days, is that okay?

Absolutely! Make sure to post it the day of or after, don’t post it before the day arrives!

If you have any other questions feel free to send an ask!

Can i do just DP or just DC instead of DPxDC?

absolutely! This may be an event for the DPxDC server but that doesn't mean you have to do DPxDC! If you're more comfortable writing DP content--go for it! Same for DC content! Please still tag the works! We would love to see what you come up with!

Tags

#DPxDCDisneyAU2023

ALWAYS: #dpxdc (no spaces)

Tumblr

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/dpxdcdisneyauweek

Misc Information

BatPham (or DPxDC) ship spreadsheet! To check the name of a ship if you’re writing a ship fic

Prompts

Day 1. resurrection/death

Day 2. monster/damsel in distress

Day 3. Ohana (found family) /loss

Day 4. power of love/ revenge curse

Day 5. childhood/adulthood

Special thanks to:

@lapetitechatonne For making the graphic with the prompts

@duskyashe For the banner

@bucketorandomness For the profile picture

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Bothersome Bonds (DP x DC)

For @ghostbsuter for the BatPham secret santa exchange, with an illustration also by me. (Posting here on tumblr late since it was supposed to be anonymous for a little while)

You can also read it on AO3

[No applicable warnings]

Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time Jason had woken up on a cold, concrete floor with no idea how he'd gotten there. He didn't exactly keep count of specific bullshit like that, but if he were to hazard a guess, he'd say it was probably the fourth or fifth time at least. And it was always concerning.

His joints groaned as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. He'd slept in worse places, but a concrete floor made for a less than ideal bed, to put it lightly, and his back was killing him. The soreness in his body was the first thing he noticed as he started to take stock of the situation.

The second thing Jason noticed was a heavy cuff around his left wrist—one half of a pair of strange-looking handcuffs that didn't appear to have any sort of lock or even hinge to open them. The other half of the handcuffs was attached to... he didn't really know.

Well, no. He knew that it was a young man—probably about the same age as Jason himself, close to six feet tall, if not a few inches taller, but built like a beanpole, with messy black hair—still unconscious. What Jason didn't know was who exactly this random-ass dude was, or why they were handcuffed together. 

Or where they were. 

Or... how they'd ended up there.

Come to think of it, the last thing Jason remembered was stepping out of his apartment to do his rounds of Crime Alley around 9pm. He wasn't wearing his Red Hood uniform now, though, and when he felt around his body, he discovered that all his weapons were gone, even the little ones he kept hidden in his civvies. 

His wristwatch showed 1:55, and it was still ticking, which meant it had been at least five hours since then, unless someone had messed with it for some reason. He had a strong sense that it had been a lot longer, but no memory of any of the time that had passed.

No matter how much he concentrated, or tried to dig up the memories of what series of events had led him to this situation, he kept coming up blank. Heat started to build in his chest as frustration rose, but for some reason it felt... different, compared to the kind of anger he was used to, quieter, almost muted, and less overwhelming. 

He shrugged it off and tried to examine the room he was currently in.

It was basically a big cement box. The walls and floors were covered in water stains and scrape marks. The way the floor sloped suggested this place was at least partially underground, but there were windows along one wall near the ten foot ceiling, so it wasn't completely subterranean.

Jason guessed this place was probably some kind of cell, maybe even an interrogation room... maybe even a torture room. But there were no chains hanging from the ceiling, or rack of weapons, or anything. It was empty except for himself and the unconscious stranger next to him. For now.

The one thing Jason didn't see, though he twisted around and craned his neck looking for one, was a door.

The guy he was handcuffed to stirred, and Jason waited for him to wake up, but instead, he just rolled over, tugging on the handcuffs and pulling Jason closer to him in the process, and kept on sleeping. 

Great. Real helpful.

Jason rolled his eyes and fished around in his pocket for any kind of tool that might help him get out of these cuffs. He didn't find anything.

Even if he had, there was no lock to pick. No keypad to try and guess a combination. Not even a chain to try and break with brute strength. The cuffs were held together with a glowing green cord that didn't even strain in the slightest when Jason tried as hard as he could to break it. Since he didn't know what it was made of, he didn't know what signs of strain would even look like.

He looked down at the softly snoring guy beside him. He was actually pretty nice-looking. His skin was smooth, if pale, his jawline sharp, his nose strong, his ears slightly pointed, a bit like an elf. Looking closely, though, the guy had some serious eye-bags. Jason wouldn't be surprised if this was the most sleep he'd gotten in weeks. Too bad he was the only one Jason could ask about this situation.

"Hey!" Jason shouted, roughly shaking him by the shoulders. "Wake up sleeping beauty!"

"Aww, you think I'm beautiful?" mumbled the guy, still clearly half-asleep, even as he wriggled up into a sitting position with a wide yawn that revealed sharper-than-normal canines. 

"Are you familiar with a little thing called sarcasm?" Jason said, despite the fact that he had literally just been thinking about how attractive this guy was. He didn't need to know that, whoever he was.

"Too familiar, if you ask my sister." Ice-blue eyes blinked open and fixed Jason with a blank look. "Who're you?" Those eyes widened and looked around, taking in their surroundings for the first time with shock. "Where is this?"

"I dunno," Jason said. "I was hoping you would."

"That I would know what?" the other asked. "Who you are or where this is? Do you not remember your name? I remember mine. It's Danny."

"I'm Jason," he said. "Obviously, I meant the second thing." 

God, Jason took back everything he thought about his looks, this dude was already annoying enough to cancel them out.

"So does that mean you don't know where we are either? Do you know how we got here? Did we get kidnapped or something? The last thing I remember is leaving work and after that... I got nothing."

"God, shut up," Jason growled. "I regret waking you up already."

"These are kinda like Skulker's," the stranger said, ignoring Jason and examining the shackles that tied the two of them together. He laughed. "Man, I'm kinda gettin' déjà vu. You wouldn't happen to secretly be a heavily armed vigilante with a red costume hellbent on destroying me, would you?"

Jason froze. "What?" he demanded.

The response was a chuckle and a shake of his head. "Don't worry about it—private joke."

Jason dragged a hand down his face with a groan. "Why couldn't I have woken up handcuffed to fuckin', I don't know, Roy or something instead of an obnoxious total stranger."

"Again, Danny. We've met already."

"When?"

"Like two minutes ago," Danny said, brows furrowing in frustration. "Nice to know you were paying attention, Jason. See, I remember your name."

"Whatever," Jason said gruffly, rising to his feet, and ignoring the way Danny winced as he got dragged up after him. "We need to find a way out of here."

"Worked that out all by yourself, Sherlock?" Danny scoffed, twisting the shackle around his right wrist to give them both a little more space. 

Now that they were both standing, Jason could see that Danny was a good three inches taller than him, and his irritation towards him grew. 

"I don't think we're gonna get outta these cuffs without a key-card or a saw," Danny said.

"Key card?"

"I mean, I assume." He shrugged. "No keyhole, no number pad, no fancy lock, just a flat metal surface and an EPC cord."

"What's an EPC cord?"

"Don't worry about it," Danny said again, and Jason sneered.

"Fine," he said. "Let's start with getting out of this room. I don't see any doors, do you?"

"No, but there could be secret passages or something." Danny looked around again, remarkably unconcerned by this whole situation, for a civilian. "I see windows. They're kinda high up, but if we can get to them somehow, maybe they're big enough for us to get through."

"At the very least, if we can see out, we might get a better idea of where we are."

With minimal tugging on the shackles that bound them together, the two of them walked over to the wall. The windows were much too high for either of them to reach alone.

"Get on my shoulders," Jason commanded.

"Uh... are you sure about that?"

"Well I'm sure as hell not getting on your narrow shoulders, Jack Sprat," he scoffed. "I'm pretty sturdy, I'm sure I can handle you."

"No, I mean... our cuffs are on opposite hands," Danny pointed out.

"So what?"

"So, if I get on your shoulders, we're gonna have to face... different directions. Our arms won't be able to reach that far across while I'm getting up," he said, then hastily added, "on your shoulders," as if Jason might think he was talking about something else.

"Whatever, man, we need to know what's outside, so climb the fuck on and stop wasting my time." Jason stood with his back toward the wall and squatted to give Danny easier access to his shoulders.

Danny hesitated for a few seconds until Jason used his uncuffed hand to pat his shoulder impatiently.

"Okay... if you're sure about this."

Carefully, he slid one leg between Jason's head and their manacled hands, and then hefted the other over until his knees were hooked over Jason's shoulders. 

And Jason, now with a face-full of Danny's crotch, finally caught on to the reason for Danny's hesitance. He turned his face into the slightly less objectionable position of being buried in Danny's thigh and leaned his head away as much as he could, trying not to blush and failing miserably. Both hands reached up to hold onto Danny's thighs for stability as he carefully stood up.

Even sitting on Jason's shoulders, Danny had to use his free hand to pull himself up a little further to see through the window.

"Do you see anything?"

"It's definitely outdoors," Danny responded. "It's dark so it must be night right now. I don't see any people, either, but I don't have a great angle. Looks almost like a military base." He looked down at Jason questioningly. "Did we get kidnapped by the military?"

"How should I know? Last thing I remember is leaving my apartment to go... uh... grocery shopping," he covered quickly.

Come to think of it, Jason really did need to go grocery shopping. He was getting low on a lot of things and it wasn't smart to have a safe-house less than fully stocked. Plus, some of his canned goods were getting close to the expiration date, so he should really donate them before then, even if expiration dates were mostly bogus, he felt better when food got eaten before them. Safer. He really didn't want to get E. coli again, like that time when he was a kid. Once was more than enough.

On the bright side, though, thinking about foodborne illnesses was helping Jason fight off his blush. Silver-linings.

"Can you climb out through the window?" he asked.

Three loud bonks echoed in the concrete room.

"Outlook not so good," Danny replied. "Shatterproof, and a solid inch thick, and I'm at a terrible angle to try and break it, even if I could. Judging by the water stains, it leaks around the edges, but it's not loose enough to just pry it out without tools. Looks like the windows aren't an option, unless you have a crowbar on you."

Jason grimaced. "No."

"I guess we gotta look for another way out of here," Danny said. "Let me down."

Jason slowly knelt down so he could carefully extricate himself from his perch.

"The two of us got in here somehow, so there must be some way to get out," Danny continued, dragging Jason by the handcuff to another wall and feeling around for... secret passages or something? Jason didn't know.

"Unless this is a Cask of Amontillado kind of situation."

"What's that?" Danny asked. "Some kinda booze?"

"No, it's..." Jason paused, considering. "Well... actually, yes, but I was referring to the short story by Edgar Allan Poe."

"Oh, the raven guy! Yeah, my goth friend loves him. Personally I'm not much of a reader. Too busy, y'know." 

Jason pulled a face. "Poor excuse," he said. "Anyway, what I meant is that they might have walled us in while we were unconscious."

"You think?" Danny asked, taking his hand off the wall. "Isn't that too convoluted? I mean if they had us in this room, unconscious, why not just shoot us, or stab us, or even strangle us? There are so many much simpler and easier ways to kill someone. Why go through the trouble of walling us in?"

"You have a point," Jason admitted. "Plus, if there was no way to escape, why bother handcuffing us together? If we're dealing with the kind of people who can knock us out and erase our memories, then there has to be some reason for them keeping us alive."

"What if this is a test?" Danny asked. "Like an escape room or something?"

"Somehow, I don't think that's likely," Jason disagreed. "If they wanted us to escape, they'd have left a note or something, or some kind of tool. I don't see anything written on the walls, so at least we know it's not the Riddler's doing. My guess is, whoever put us in here is just saving us for later."

"You think so?"

Danny went back to feeling around the flat wall resolutely.

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for a secret door!" he said. "If they plan to come get us later then there has to be an exit somewhere." 

"It could be a door that only opens from the other side," Jason pointed out. "Plus, we don't know if they cuffed us before or after putting us in here. It's possible the exit is too small for two people cuffed together."

"Why are you being such a downer?" Danny complained.

"I'm just trying to cover all our bases."

"If that were the case, you'd be pointing out bases we can actually cover!" barked Danny, taking a step back from the wall to turn and glare at Jason. "If it's a one way door, or a passage two small for the both of us, there's nothing we can actually do about that. We should be focusing on the possibilities we can do something about."

Jason clenched his teeth and scowled. Normally this would be about where he started to lose his temper, but remarkably, he was still under control. As much as this guy was getting under his skin, Jason somehow managed to keep his cool. He wasn't going to tell Danny he was right... but he was right. And, if only in his own mind, Jason could acknowledge that without blowing up at someone.

"If there's a secret door, you should be looking for it where there are seams in the concrete," Jason said instead. "They'd make it easier to hide."

Instantly, Danny's eyes darted across the walls before landing on the nearest seam. At least he actually listened.

"Hey!" Jason yelped as Danny dragged him to it. What a hyperactive guy. "Ugh. You'll also want to look for scrape marks that could indicate a door swinging or sliding open, although those could be on the opposite side. And there's also a chance—if there's a secret door at all—that it could be on the floor or ceiling, like a trapdoor, or a hidden elevator."

"Got it."

"And if they weren't planning for us to slowly suffocate and die down here, then there's probably an air vent, too, although I doubt they'd make it big enough to crawl through."

Danny scoffed. "Especially for you, Mr. broad-shouldered muscle guy," he said. 

There was an awkward pause before he added, "That was supposed to be an insult. You're big and probably heavy, was what I was going for. It's not my fault you're obviously buff."

"I'm big?" Jason raised an eyebrow. "Look who's talking, stretch."

"Hey, I'm not that tall!" replied Danny, indignantly. "My sister is taller. And my dad is like seven feet, so compared to that, six-three is basically average."

"Jesus Christ, how tall's your sister? What, is she an Amazon or something?"

"She's six foot five, and no, she's not an Amazon, she's a brain surgeon—well, going to be. She's still in medical school, but she graduates this year."

"What did your parents feed you two?"

For some reason, that particular question seemed to strike a nerve, and Danny shifted, visibly uncomfortable.

"Can we just focus on finding a way out? Please?" 

"Fine, sure," Jason relented. "Somebody's sensitive." 

Danny ignored him and kept dragging him along to the next seam in the wall. 

"Look," Jason pointed to the floor. There was a tiny white scrape mark at the bottom of the seam.

"Scrape mark!" Danny noted. "This could be it."

"If it is, it'll open outward. But there's no guarantee we can force it open from this side, and we have no idea what's on the other side."

"If there are guards or something, we'll have to be ready for a fight," Danny agreed.

"Our only shot at opening it—if it actually is a secret door and not a coincidence—is gonna be slamming our full body weight into it," Jason said. "We need to concentrate as much of the force as we can right on the edge. Think you can handle it?"

"Sure I can," Danny agreed, positioning himself to body-slam the wall.

For a bare moment, Jason considered just standing still and watching Danny slam himself full-force into a concrete wall. It would definitely be good for a laugh. But them being tied together meant that Jason would probably just fall on his face. And on the off-chance it was a secret door, he would rather die again that have to hear this particular pain-in-the-ass say 'I told you so'.

"Ready?" Danny asked.

Reluctantly, Jason positioned himself and nodded.

"On three. One. Two. Three!"

the two of them took a running start and slammed into the wall as hard as they could. Even with the meaty parts of his body absorbing most of the impact, Jason still grunted in pain. Surprisingly, Danny didn't even seem to flinch.

More surprisingly, the concrete shifted. Putting their whole weight into it, the pair of them pushed as hard as they could. There was a quiet scraping sound as it dragged across the floor. Soon enough, though, the hidden door was open, and they were standing on the other side.

"I can't believe there was actually a hidden door," Jason remarked as it slowly fell closed behind them. "Honestly, I was just humoring you."

"Hey!" Danny sounded surprised and a little upset.

"Don't get ahead of yourself. Now we have to get out of this room," Jason put his free hand on his hip and looked unimpressed.

The room they were in now was much smaller than the room they had been in before. Thankfully, there were no guards inside. The ceiling was the same height as the room they'd just left—even if the room itself was smaller—with a single florescent light and an air vent that looked like it might be big enough for them. There was also a door and a window with blinds opposite the secret door they'd come through. 

On this side of the secret door was a keypad and retinal scanner.

Now that he was seeing this side, Jason felt sure that the two of them should not have been able to force the door open from the other side with brute strength. Either he was a lot stronger than he thought he was... or Danny was a lot stronger than he gave him credit for. He side-eyed the taller man suspiciously.

"At least this room has a door," Danny said. Jason easily followed as he stepped over to look through the window. He spread the blinds with his fingers, and almost instantly let them fall shut again.

"What is it?"

"White suit," Danny said. He looked as if he was holding his breath, muscles stiff and jaw clenched.

"What does that mean?" Jason asked.

Danny looked at him for a long moment before shaking his head and visibly forcing himself to relax. "Nothing," he said finally. "Just a weird fashion choice."

Jason narrowed his eyes, wondering why Danny would lie when his reaction had obviously been about more than just his fashion choices. Danny kept talking before Jason could press, though, so Jason decided to let it slide for the time being.

"Anyway, I was wondering how long it would take before we ran into a guard," Danny said. "It's just the one, though, and he has headphones on playing music so loud I can hear it through the window. That's probably why he didn't hear us up to now. I'm sure we can take him."

"I'd rather not tip them off to our escape if we can avoid it," Jason disagreed. He jerked his head upward, indicating the air vent. "I'm pretty sure that vent will hold us. You think we can get up there?"

Danny examined it with a thoughtful look. It was definitely too high for him to reach just by sitting on Jason's shoulders like before, but it was worth a shot if it meant getting out of here without anyone realizing they were gone.

"How much do you weigh?" Danny asked.

"About 225," Jason answered.

"Damn, okay," Danny said. "Yeah, I can get up there, but we'd better hope that vent is really strong."

"You can?"

"Yeah." Danny grabbed Jason by the shoulders and carefully positioned him right under the vent. "Stand here, and hold as still as you can."

With that, Danny tightened his grip, jumped off the floor, and kicked off the wall behind him, so he was doing a hand-stand on Jason's shoulders, his knees bent. He quickly straitened his knees, kicking the vent cover out.

Jason reached out his uncuffed hand to catch it as it fell to the ground. Even with headphones on, the guard would have heard it clatter. Although... he should have heard the crash, too. Damn, he must have had his volume maxed out. He was likely to ruin his hearing that way.

Danny wriggled is way up into the vent, and then reached down to pull Jason up after him. It was awkward, and took both of their combined strength, but they managed to get Jason up there.

"Wow, you really are sturdy," Danny remarked at a whisper. "You didn't even sway or anything."

"You're really not that heavy," Jason said. "That was... kind of impressive, though, I'll admit. You're stronger than I expected." 

"Ha, thanks."

The two of them were on their stomachs, their faces just inches away from each other in a dark, dusty vent. Jason cleared his throat.

"We should get moving," he said. "You go backward. The vent probably gets smaller toward the room we were trapped in."

"Got it." 

Danny began awkwardly shimmying backward through the vent with Jason following closely. Thanks to their shackles, they couldn't put much breathing room between them. A few times, they nearly knocked their foreheads together. 

Jason was grateful for the darkness. There was no way Danny could see how red his face was. 

God, when was this uncomfortable foray through the vents going to be over? The quarters were way too close. Jason could smell Danny's lemony-fresh lip balm. And he was very deliberately having no thoughts about that.

Suddenly, Danny stopped, and Jason once more narrowly avoided slamming their faces together by accident. There was a soft tapping sound coming from behind Danny.

"This is either a dead end behind me, or another grate," he said.

"Well, which one is it?" 

"Shhh!"

Jason scowled, but was silent, letting Danny listen for whatever he needed to hear to decide what the answer was. 

"I'm pretty sure I hear crickets," he said finally. "So it's a grate... probably. I'm gonna try and kick it out and see what happens."

Danny squirmed a little farther back, lining himself up, giving his feet as much room as possible so he could kick the grate with maximum force.

Then there was a loud clang and a quiet thud of metal on dirt. 

"Yup, grate," Danny said, working his way back out of the opening.

Finally, they were outside, and what a relief it was to be more than three inches away from Danny's face.

"What was that?" they heard someone say from around the corner.

"Shit," Jason whispered. 

He grabbed the vent cover in one hand and Danny's hand in the other and hurried as quietly as he could. Hopefully, if there wasn't a dented vent cover laying there, they would think nothing was amiss. The dirt was dry and shifty, so it probably wouldn't leave clear footprints, especially if they were running. At least... he hoped it wouldn't.

When he was pretty sure no one had followed them, he stopped in a narrow path between the back of a building and a chain-link fence and chucked the vent cover over to the other side.

"You know, we're handcuffed together," Danny pointed out. "You don't have to hold my hand."

Jason immediately dropped Danny's hand like it had burned him. "I didn't mean to. I was trying to act fast."

"Sure you were."

"Shut up," Jason hissed. "Listen, I don't think we're in Gotham anymore."

"You're right," Danny agreed. "If there was a base like this in Gotham city limits, I would know about it. So where do you think we are?"

"I don't know, but the more pressing question is: how do we get out of here when we don't know where we are or which way we're going?"

Danny gestured for Jason to follow and led the way to the edge of the building, very carefully peering around the corner. "There, you see that big warehouse looking building with the curved roof?" he asked, pointing it out.

Jason looked around the corner and easily spotted it. "Yeah. That's an aircraft hangar, right?"

"Bingo," Danny said.

Jason grinned. He didn't know planes very well, but if there was a helicopter in there, he could fly them home. It would be loud, though, so once he got the engine going, he'd have to act fast.

"We should skirt around the edges, less risk of running into someone," Jason said. 

Danny nodded in agreement.

Quickly and quietly, the two of them made their way along the chain-link fence, sprinting across the gaps between buildings, until they reached the back door of the aircraft hangar.

"Locked," Jason sneered. "Help me find a big rock."

"Or..." Danny said, pulling Jason closer by the handcuff. He wrapped the cord around the door handle in a weird and very particular way, then pulled as hard as he could. 

The handle came out completely. They could hear the clatter on the other side of the door as the opposite side fell to the floor. Then Danny reached in to pull out the latch. He held it up with a victorious smirk.

Jason blinked in shock as the door swung open all on its own. "Yeah, whatever," he grumbled, pushing past Danny. He refused to be impressed by something as simple as opening a door... even if it was kind of impressive.

They couldn't risk turning any lights on, meaning they had to check each aircraft one-by one, but none of these shadowy silhouettes looked like a helicopter. And upon closer inspection, none of them looked like regular planes either.

"What are these? Experimental crafts?" Jason asked. "I can't fly any of these."

Danny snorted. "You thought you were gonna fly them?" he asked.

Jason could feel his frustration growing again. He finally realized why it felt different though. No matter how much Danny got on his nerves, it was only regular frustration and anger. The Lazarus Pit inside him stayed still and silent. It had been silent the whole time. Was it this place? Or was it something weird about Danny himself.

"Oh, and you think you're gonna fly a fuckin' experimental stealth bomber or hyper-sonic jet?" Jason scoffed.

"Uh... yeah," Danny said obviously. "I mean, I'm a test pilot for Wayne Enterprises' aeronautics and space division. It's kinda what I do."

"... oh."

"We should go with a stealth jet," Danny said, pulling Jason over to a plane they'd passed earlier, one which was painted pitch black. "That way they'll have a harder time tracking us once they realize we're gone."

"I agree, but as soon as that hangar door opens, we're gonna have guards on our asses," Jason pointed out.

"Right. I'll see if one of these jets has vertical takeoff capabilities so we don't have to get to a runway."

After examining all the stealth planes in the hangar, the best they could find was one with near-vertical takeoff capabilities. It would have to be enough. Danny deactivated the tracker so their captors wouldn't be able to follow, and then prepared for them to take off. The engine was nearly silent as he taxied the small jet in front of the hangar door. 

The next problem was that, to open the hangar door, someone would have to stand there and hold down the door button.

"We could tape it down," Danny suggested.

"With what fucking tape?" Jason shot back.

"How are you at knot tying?"

"We don't have rope or string either, genius."

"I can tear a strip of fabric off my shirt," Danny said, frowning in irritation. "Why are you always shooting down my ideas?"

Jason wanted to argue—mostly because Danny just generally made him want to argue, but he wanted to get out of here more. "Fine, yes, I'm good at knot tying. That'll probably—possibly, potentially work. Maybe."

"Why can't you admit that I had a good idea?"

"Because you're a pain in the ass."

"Oh, and you're not?" Danny shot back, rolling his eyes.

He lifted up the bottom of his shirt to tear the hem off with his teeth, and Jason was surprised to see lean muscle and toned abs—though perhaps he shouldn't have been, considering how strong Danny had already proven to be, despite how skinny he looked. Even more surprising, and definitely more noteworthy, however, was the large, Y shaped scar spanning Danny's entire torso. 

Jason bit back a gasp as his hand slowly reached up to his own chest, his fingers landing on the intersection of a scar just like that.

Danny was like him.

Danny had died and come back, like Jason had. Was that why the pit was so quiet around him? Was that why Jason felt so inexplicably antagonistic?

"Here." Danny held out a strip of white fabric for Jason to take, apparently not noticing that he was still staring.

Jason took it, but didn't start tying yet. He couldn't stop thinking about it. About Danny.

"How did you get that scar?" Jason asked. He couldn't help himself.

Danny's eyes widened. "What scar?"

"The fucking Y-incision scar across your torso! What the hell do you mean 'what scar'?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Danny said, though the way he shifted his weight and averted his eyes suggested that he knew exactly what Jason was talking about. "Can you just tie down the button so we can get out of here?"

"Fine," Jason relented through gritted teeth. They'd have plenty of time to talk on the plane.

He tightly wrapped the fabric until the button pushed down and tied it securely. Once that was done, and the door was steadily rising, the two of them sprinted toward the jet in lockstep. 

By the time the got to the jet and took their seats in the cockpit, the door was only halfway open. 

An alarm was sounding outside, and guards had already arrived. There were dozens of them, men in white suits forming a solid line across the entire entryway. They took aim with futuristic-looking laser weapons, but unfortunately for them, it seemed their jet was laser-proof. 

As one, Danny and Jason turned to each other.

"How cool are you with just running these guys over?" they asked one another in unison.

Danny laughed and started flipping switches. "Guess that answers that question," he said cheerfully. "If they value their lives they'll move."

Maybe Danny wasn't so bad after all. 

Jason watched in awe. He could barely recognize any of the controls. They looked like nothing he'd seen before, and he couldn't even guess the purpose of half of them, but Danny took to them with practiced ease. Jason just let his arm be pulled across the cockpit by their manacles without resistance.

In no time the jet was moving, and those white-suited guards held steady until the last possible second before diving out of the way. Jason had no idea how Danny timed it so perfectly, but as soon as they cleared the hangar, they started lifting off into the sky.

"Jason, see that switch there?" Danny pointed to a blue switch on Jason's side of that dashboard. "That should be the landing gear. Flip it!"

Jason did so quickly, and they felt a slight shift as the landing gear collapsed into the underside of the plane just in time to avoid clipping the building across. Danny sighed with relief.

"Oh thank the Ancients," he said. "I was only about sixty percent sure that was the landing gear."

"Wait, have you been guessing at all the controls?"

"Most of 'em," Danny admitted with a shrug. "I'm a test pilot for experimental planes and rockets and stuff. I've flown countless different crafts, all with slightly different controls, but they're all variations on the same standard. Like, see these blue buttons next to the screen. One is global positioning, one is radar, one is proximity cameras. Do I know which is which? Of course not. I've never flown this model before. But I know they're all there."

Jason pressed each of the three buttons. The top was radar, the center was proximity cameras, and the bottom was GPS, just like Danny had guessed.

"Looks like we're over the Midwest, flying east," Jason observed.

Danny looked down at the screen and adjusted his heading to a slightly more southerly direction.

"Where are we gonna land exactly?" Jason asked. 

"I was thinking the airport," Danny said. "They have air traffic control there, so we can minimize the risk of crashing. We should have plenty of fuel. I just hope the weather's not against us. It was supposed to snow, last I checked. Hopefully it won't be too bad." 

For a short while, silence fell over them. Judging by their speed, the flight was going to be about an hour and a half, as long as the weather was fair. As much as two hours if they got caught in the snow. Without an approved route from the FAA, they had to fly at a lower altitude to avoid other crafts.

"So, when did you die?" Jason asked, hoping the shock of the sudden question might trick Danny into answering.

Danny just sighed. "How'd you know?"

"Well, the autopsy scar was kinda of a dead giveaway," Jason said.

Danny cracked a smile. "Right, autopsy."

"Plus... I don't know how to describe it, but I can kind of just... sense death on you. Did you get brought back in a Lazarus Pit too?"

"What's a Lazarus Pit?" Danny asked. "And what do you mean 'too'? Have you died before?"

"You didn't pick up on it? I thought it would be mutual."

"Well, you never set off my ghost sense or anything, so how would I know that? Now what's a Lazarus Pit."

"Some magic water or some shit that can heal wounds and bring the dead back to life," Jason said. "You never actually answered my original question though. When did you die? And how did you come back, if it wasn't a Lazarus Pit?"

"Oh, when I was fourteen," Danny said. "There was... it's complicated. Basically I died and was brought back to life at the same time? Something like that." 

"Sounds intense."

"You have no idea," Danny shook his head. "What about you?"

"I was fifteen," Jason replied. "Joker." Danny winced. "I don't actually know how I came back either. I wasn't really lucid for a long time. It wasn't until I got thrown in a Lazarus Pit that I could remembered who I was."

"Yikes."

"That about sums it up, yeah."

Jason couldn't exactly pin-point when, but at some point between waking up in that cold, empty room, and flying in a stolen jet toward home, Danny had gone from a pure, unadulterated annoyance, to... a fond annoyance? Maybe even, almost, a friend? He had a nice laugh. Pretty eyes. And he was smarter than Jason had wanted to give him credit for, a quick-thinker.

Oh.

Oh no.

"Motherfucker," Jason cursed under his breath. He wasn't seriously becoming attracted to this idiot. No way.

"What?" Danny asked.

"Don't worry about it," Jason said. "So uh... how'd you start working for Wayne Enterprises?" Jason hoped that the reminder that this guy worked for Bruce would be enough of a turn-off to quash this thing before it really got rolling.

"I always wanted to be an astronaut, so after I got my pilot certification, I applied to every aeronautics and space facility in the country, and of the places that accepted my application, Wayne Enterprises paid the best."

"Shame about having to work for Bruce Wayne, though," Jason said. "That guy's an idiot."

"I've never actually met him," Danny said. "Any time he comes in to check up on everything, I make myself scarce. I don't exactly have the best track record with billionaires."

"And what the hell does that mean?"

"My godfather is a Billionaire," he started to explain. "He was friends with my parents in college. Shady as fuck, obsessed with my mom, tried to kill my dad several times so he could marry her and adopt me. Never mentioned my older sister for some reason. All-in-all, he was a major fruit loop, so I'm not pressing my luck with another billionaire who already has a substantial track record of adoptions. Nuh-uh. No way."

Jason snorted. Damn, that didn't work. He only liked Danny more now.

"What about you?" Danny asked. "What do you do for a living?"

"Uhh..." Jason tried to think of a suitable lie, since he couldn't exactly say he was a crime lord. "I... work... in Crime Alley."

"Are you a criminal?"

"What?"

"Well, you did say you work some place called Crime Alley," Danny pointed out reasonably. "And you're being very vague about the actual nature of that work. So I can only assume that you're a criminal. That or Crime Alley is the name of a sex shop or something. I could see that."

"No, Crime Alley is a neighborhood in Gotham," Jason said. "You haven't heard of it?"

"Maybe... in passing." Danny shrugged. "I've only lived in Gotham for about a year and a half. Anyway, if you are a criminal, I don't want to know. Plausible deniability is the name of the game, and I will not be responsible for saving your soul or whatever. I don't do that shit anymore."

Didn't seem to care if Jason was a criminal, or have any interest in 'fixing' him. Somehow, Danny was checking all the boxes.

"Anymore?"

"Don't worry about it."

"You know, you're kind of a weirdo," Jason said, and damn if that didn't make him even more attractive.

"I'm aware."

The conversation lulled once more, and Jason became more aware of his left hand hanging between them by the handcuffs while Danny kept both hands on the steering. It was starting to get pretty uncomfortable.

"Isn't there autopilot or something?" he asked. "My arm is getting tired."

"Is there autopilot at two-thirds cruising altitude, with no flight plan, and no approval from the FAA to be in the sky at all?" Danny said. "Hmm, let me think. Yeah, no."

"Right... well, I know a guy who can get these things off us. I'm calling him as soon as we get back to Gotham."

"And Ancients it can't be soon enough," Danny said. "Also, not gonna ask why you know a guy who can remove handcuffs."

"I know a lot of guys who can remove handcuffs." Jason shrugged. "Hell, if there was an actual lock on these, I could've removed 'em myself. Even without a lock, Dick could've slipped 'em by dislocating his thumb. It looks freaky as hell when he does it, though."

"Dick?" Danny turned to him momentarily to raise an eyebrow. "Is that his name or do you just hate the guy?"

"Both."

"Who willingly goes by Dick these days? And why?"

"Fuck if I know."

As the flight went on, the conversation waxed and waned. With what ended up being nearly two hours to fill, the two talked about many things: their homes, their hobbies. Danny talked about his sister the brain surgeon for a bit, but neither was particularly eager to talk about their families.

Conversation turned to banter, which turned to blatant flirting, and by the time they reached Gotham airspace, Jason was pretty sure he had the cute, undead test pilot in the bag.

"Air traffic control tower this is... uh... I don't know," Danny said. "We're an undesignated experimental craft, requesting permission to land preferably sooner rather than later, because we're low on fuel."

"This is air traffic control to undesignated aircraft, about how much longer can you stay airborne?"

"I estimate fifteen minutes at the most," Danny replied. "This thing burns through fuel a lot faster than I was expecting."

"Standby."

Soon enough they were on the ground. Then they had to try to explain to the airport employees why they were handcuffed together and flying an unregistered aircraft. It took a while, but Danny and Jason both, as it turned out, were quite proficient liars, and managed to get away without too much trouble, somehow.

They took a cab to the Bowery where Jason's locksmith sawed them out of the cuffs, and from there, they were able to go their separate ways. But Jason didn't want to part ways without knowing if he'd ever see Danny again.

"So uh..." he started to say while they hesitated on the sidewalk. "Can... can I walk you home?"

"I live all the way down in Tricorner," Danny said. "It's a bit far to walk."

"Okay, then how about you walk me home and I'll give you a ride in the morning?"

"Alright, smooth-talker." Danny smiled and held out his hand, and Jason took it with a smile of his own. "I'm in."

[salmonight]

Fentonic2024 Day 10: Holding hands / Love letter

Tim teaching Danny how to skateboard

Prompts:

[patrol-partners-batphandom-2023]

We Begin!

Hi! Welcome to the Patrol Partner event’s Tumblr! My name is Jayden, and I’m one of the mods here! There’s also Dusky, and Chimary, as well as Gil from the Batpham discord! This message is an explanation of how the event works, what it is, how to participate, etc. while it isn’t required for you to read, I encourage you to at least skim through!

What is it?

Patrol Partners is a co-authoring event! The event spans the entire month of July, with sign-ups . The event is run by myself, Dusky, and Chimary, with Gil from the Batpham discord helping us run things!

Who can participate?

Just about anyone who wants to! In order to sign up, you must fill out the form, which can be found on the Patrol Partner’s discord server. You can get an invite by one of two ways, one is by already being a member of the Batpham discord, the other is by sending us an ask. Sign-ups close on the 20th of June, and partnerships will be announced no later than the 30th of June!

When is the event?

Sign-ups will be open between May 25th - June 20th, the event takes place during the month of July; starting on the first and ending on 31st, and all writings must be submitted on or before August 8th.

Where does the event take place?

Any fandom space! You can post anything you write for the event anywhere you’d like, so long as your partner(s) agree to it. The actual event will be based out of discord and Ao3, with the actual writing process on either google docs or Microsoft word. The only rule is that the mods (mentioned above) must be able to view the story while it is in progress, and be able to contact you easily without any personal information being leaked (i.e. phone numbers, full names, personal or work emails, etc.) 

Partners

For partnering, most of you will be assigned partners at random! You will notice a few questions about partners on the sign-up sheet, and that’s mostly what we base partnering off of. We’ll look at your answers, and group you with people we think you’d both be compatible with, and learn from. In the event that you would like to work with a specific person, we can also try to make that happen!

IMPORTANT

Please keep in mind during all of this that this is our first time running an event like this, and that everything may not run smoothly. If there is an issue or a question you would like to take up with a mod/runner, our Tumblr asks will stay open. There will also be a discord server opening mid-may, where you can talk to other people interested in the event, ask questions, and eventually talk with your partners!

HOW TO ACCESS THE PUBLISHED WORKS

Here is a link to the official Patrol Partners Ao3 collection!

All fics added will have the tag ‘patrol partners event 2033,’ whether on Tumblr or on Ao3.

Hi, Dusky here with some last minute info! We will have posts once or twice a week until the event starts with more info as well as FAQ answers! But before I go, and because I know it will be asked, the tag "Patrol Partners Event 2023" tag is the official event tag and we will have an AO3 collection set up July 23rd for early posters.

FAQs

[zeestarfishalien]

My art piece for @tathartiel in the BatPham server’s Secret Santa event! Mainly so I can link this back to the fic. :D Link to the fic, “Peace was Never an Option” here

[evandarya]

This is my entry into the BatPham Disney AU summer event!

Shaytan Alhufra

The Hunchback of Notre Dame AU

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Day 1

(Death/Resurrection)

“Mom and Dad are out this weekend, and Jazz is planning on spending the whole time at the library, if you guys want to come over,” Danny said conversationally one day over the lunch table as he stirred the gravy into what passed for mashed potatoes.

“Can’t.” Sam stabbed a cucumber slice out of her salad angrily. “My mom is taking me dress shopping for some party over the summer.”

“Me, either, dude,” Tucker said, struggling to open his milk carton. “Lex Corp is unveiling a new prototype drone and I want to watch the live demonstration. Last time something caught on fire, it was awesome.”

“Oh, okay.” Danny squashed his disappointment and fear. He really didn’t want to be alone in the house right now. Not with the empty hole in the wall in the basement. His parents said the portal didn’t work, that it might never work if they couldn’t figure out what was going on with it, but that didn’t stop the feeling that something was lurking in the darkness, beckoning to him. “Maybe I can come over and watch it with you?”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” Tucker said, giving up on his mangled milk carton. Sam took it with a sigh and opened it easily and handed it back to him. “You boys have fun. I’m going to try to negotiate for only one petticoat this time.”

“Ew, people still wear those?” Tucker asked, recoiling from her with a grimace.

“No, and I don’t know why Mom insists I do.”

Danny couldn’t stop himself from laughing at his friends' dual looks of disgust. This weekend would be fine. He would be fine.

***

Danny unlocked the front door to the empty house and let himself in. It was dark, but enough light was filtering in through the living room windows that he didn’t feel the need to turn on a light. He locked the door behind himself and made his way to the kitchen. Tucker’s family was great. They never treated him any differently for what his parents did for a living and avoided the subject since they knew it made him uncomfortable. His parents studied ghosts, something that can’t even be proven. How did they expect him to make friends when he was the but of all the other kid’s jokes on career day?

Danny sighed and filled a glass with water from the sink. Even the city water was safer to drink than the pitcher in the fridge, stored next to ectoplasm samples, because why would they put a fridge in the lab when they have a perfectly good one in the kitchen? Mr. Foley had cooked dinner, spaghetti, and meatballs with garlic bread and salad, and Danny was always thankful for a dinner he didn’t have to kill a second time. He finished his water and put the glass in the almost full dishwasher. He should run it, but he didn’t know if Jazz would eat when she came home, so he left it. He could run it in the morning either way.

Right now he wanted to go to bed and sleep while his parents were out and the constant noise from the lab was at an all-time low. It was never really quiet in the lab, with too many machines whirring and beeping with ongoing experiments, too much electricity surging through the wires, but without his parents tinkering and exclamations of discovery or disappointment it was almost eerie how quiet it was. Danny walked quickly past the basement door and headed up the stairs to his room. He made it about halfway when he heard it. There was a skittering. Something was moving around in the lab. A mouse? He hoped not. He saw what ectoplasm did to hotdogs, he did not want to see what it did to a mouse. He opened the basement door on silent hinges and padded his way down the stairs. He didn’t dare turn on a light in case he scared the mouse away. He crept across the lab, eyes on the edges and corners of the room where he knew mice liked to hide. He didn’t see anything, but it was pretty dark.

He heard it again, the quiet almost non-existent whisper of tiny feet on metal from behind him. He turned, dread pooling in his stomach, toward what he knew was behind him. The empty void of the broken portal. Its metal jaws stretched seven feet in each direction, but it felt much bigger than that. Cables and wires hung from the walls and spilled from its open end like the tongue of some great beast. Someone could mistake it for dead, but Danny felt in his gut that it was sleeping. The beast was sleeping and a mouse was running around in its mouth. He didn’t know what it was that made him take a step forward, to enter that great maw. Some stupidity or bravery took hold of him and he placed one foot into the void. Then the other. Then one more step and his foot caught on a loose cable.

You hear, sometimes, of how people in extreme situations say the world slowed down around them. He and Jazz had watched a documentary about it, once. The doctors they had talked to said it had something to do with the adrenaline and your body’s reaction to sudden stress. It had never really come up again. He was so rarely in life-threatening situations. But as soon as his foot caught on the cable and he started tipping forward he saw everything. His hands shot up on their own accord, he saw the button, grey like the surrounding metal, and felt it hit his palm and depress. He heard the beast around him wake up and shudder to life. A ball of green fire built in the depths of its throat and sparked along the metal, raced up his arm and across his chest. He saw it all before the pain registered. He barely had time to scream before everything went green and then faded to black.

***

Ra’s Al Ghul walked into the chamber like he owned the world. In essence, he did. He owned the world and ruled it from the shadows, the same way he had been doing for centuries. He was rarely surprised anymore, and when something did happen to surprise him he often took interest in it. He circled the pool of Lazarus water, his underlings bowing their heads in deference or fear, he didn’t care which. Something was happening that he had never seen before. The pool was bubbling, almost like it was boiling, except the temperature hadn’t changed. A dark vapor poured off the surface and gathered and swirled around the roof of the chamber. It hung there like a cloud threatening a storm.

Suddenly he saw something in the water, something pale white floating up to the surface.

“Everyone out,” He said quietly. He needn’t shout, everyone obeyed him without question. Soon he was alone in the room watching whatever it was slowly make its way to the surface. It took several minutes and several more slow circles of the pool for the body to emerge. Ra’s carefully pulled the body from the water and laid it down on the cool stone. It was a boy, young, maybe mid-teens, with pale skin tinged blue and hair as white as fresh snow. The clothes he had been wearing, a simple t-shirt and blue jeans, were in tatters, burned away and barely hanging on. Ra’s checked the boy’s neck for a pulse. He didn’t find one, instead, he found a green mark like lightning branching up his neck and face, and disappearing under the collar of his ruined shirt. Ra’s pulled the garment off and it practically disintegrated in his hands. The lighting stretched across the boy’s chest and down his left arm, ending in a nasty-looking burn on his palm that oozed a vibrant green fluid.

“Pit demon.” he spat, standing up quickly and taking a few steps back. He had heard of them and read about them in texts. How they had come out of the pits and wreaked havoc on whoever was unfortunate enough to be near. How they bled a green more vibrant than anything that occurred in nature, even the pits paled in comparison. Ra’s had half a mind to separate its head from its body and bury them in separate parts of the world before it woke up and started causing problems. But then it stirred and choked, sitting up quickly and vomiting Lazarus water onto the stone floors. Its arms shook as it held itself up. Then it stood up, rising on unsteady feet that quickly left the ground. It’s arms flailed in wide circles and it wobbled in the air. It was like it had never flown before like it was a baby. A cruel smile found its way onto Ra’s face. The Lazarus pits had given him a baby pit demon, and he had an idea of how it could be of use to him.

He was even kind enough to bestow upon it a name: Shaytan Alhufra, Demon of the Pit.

[batpham-discord-highlights]

Secret Santa exchange 2023!!! (pt7)

Art works!

Beneath The Trees by mothmanoth For miistical

Summary:

Art for the BatPham secret santa event :)

Fanfics!

To Be Drinking Poison by RockitySockity For A_Conspiracy_of_Ravens

Summary:

Time slowed, his body was tense. Then he felt it. The monster, now half its size, seemed to glower down at him. Slowly it circled around him, squeezing him. Scrutinizing him.   As if he were a subject meant to be studied, it was playing with it’s food.   He didn’t have the nerve. He didn’t. — Tim gets kidnapped by Ra’s for a bit, and a super evil totally eldritch god-like being beats him to a pulp, and also maybe eats him. Or at least that’s what Tim thinks.

A Workplace Affair by mango_sushi98 For Gremlin_bot

Summary:

This is my gift for the BatPham server's Secret Santa 2023 Exchange!! One of the prompts given to me was "Just Tim and Danny realizing that they like each other and eventually getting together, have fun with it!" I had to do this one! These two being smart dummies not realizing how they feel before everyone else? Yes please!

Red Eyes by cementcake For Half-dead Ham (Grima101)

Summary:

Batpham Secret Santa gift for Half-dead Ham (Grima101). Tim Drake tracks down the elusive new gang behind a string of robberies in Gotham. Their leader, a vigilante turned criminal named as Invisobill, Phantom, or Danny Fenton. There's also a circus in town!

What's Wrong With Him? by ArlieAshryver For mango_sushi98

Summary:

Tim is Tim. Batfam is confused. Danny is here for it.

[avaritia-apotheosis]

DP / DC WEEK MASTERPOST

DESCRIPTION: A seven-day event dedicated to Danny Phantom/DC crossovers! Participants are given seven days and fourteen prompts (7 short prompts and 7 long prompts) to explore different crossover scenarios through any medium.

EVENT DATE: November 14 - November 20

AO3 COLLECTION: OFFICIAL DP/DC WEEK 2022

UPDATES:

7/14/2022 - Preliminary Interest Check posted

7/18/2022 - Event Suggestions Form posted here

7/21 - 7/29 - DPxDC Prompt Poll Round 1

8/10/2022 - First Announcement! Event Date and Prompts Revealed!

11/1 - Official Calendar Released!

FAQ:

Q. Who is allowed to participate?

A. Anyone is allowed to participate! Writers, artists, and creators of all types are welcome to join the event, no sign-ups required.

Q. Do I have to do all of the prompts?

A. Nope! You can do one prompt or all the prompts. You can participate the entire week or only submit something for certain days. The important thing is to have fun!

Q. What kind of works am I allowed to enter for this event?

A. Anything! Fanfiction, art, songs, memes, etc. -- the only limit is that it has to be a DP/DC crossover.

Q. Is there a tag?

A. When you submit your entry (on tumblr or ao3), make sure to tag it #DP/DC WEEK 2022 so that I, and other people, can find it! I'll be reblogging anything with this tag onto this blog.

Q. Who do I go to for any other questions or concerns?

A. Feel free to send me an ask here on my blog (@avaritia-apotheosis).

This post will be pinned to my blog and updated periodically with progress updates or important information. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to DM me or shoot me an ask in my inbox!

PROMPT LIST:

NOVEMBER 14:

Lazarus Pit

Worst Case Scenarios Only

NOVEMBER 15:

Mistaken Identity

It's tough gaining respect from new League members when they find out one of their superiors is a 14-year-old

NOVEMBER 16:

Eldritch Entities

The worst person to put in charge of teens is another teenager

NOVEMBER 17:

Time/Dimension Travel

There was something off about them...

NOVEMBER 18:

A Royal Problem

Someone's bound to notice all the weird things in Amity

NOVEMBER 19:

Families Found

Wulf teaches Danny how to open portals. It does not go to plan.

NOVEMBER 20:

Security Breach

It was supposed to be their day off

[tourettesdog]

It’s a Beautiful Day at the Beach and You’re a Ghost with Anxiety 😌

Tim stood a little shell-shocked in the entrance of the hotel room, clutching the coffee in his hands like a lifeline. His face was burning red still.

"Oh, you've got it bad," Dick said suddenly, tearing Tim from his thoughts.

"Huh?"

Damian just rolled his eyes and pushed past them into the main room.

Dick set his bags down by the door. He fixed Tim with a knowing grin.

“You have a crush on that Danny guy,” he said.

Tim made an indignant squawk, glaring up at Dick.

“What? We hardly talked to them, I–”

“You already called him an angel, and your face is bright red, Timmy,” Dick said.

“Hey, I got maybe twenty minutes of sleep last night; I’m not really thinking straight.” He walked around Dick and set his own bag down on the bed closest to the door. Damian had already taken the one by the window and he didn’t feel like fighting for it.

“You definitely aren’t thinking straight, I can agree with that,” Dick said teasingly.

From the fic I was gonna post for the Batpham discord beach event, but the idea got too big to have any hopes of finishing it in a timely manner lol

It's a back burner project that I will eventually finish uwu