#danny's nighttime shenanigans

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Hogwarts AU [pt.9]

Tim turns a corner, keeping his steps as quick and soundless as possible, and desperately tries not to panic.

The hallway around him is not dark, per se - it still has a few torches lit up on the walls - but it's definitely not one other students use a lot. That's not to mention the fact that it must be well past curfew now. Which makes sense to why there's no one else around him, right.

Except for the loud meowing he can hear on the other end of the hallway.

And the voice of Hogwarts' Caretaker, who Tim already knows to be a rather awful, mean, and merciless man from the rumors. He would very much like to keep knowing him through the rumors only, thank you. He's already screwed up his House allegiance somewhat by pairing up with a Hufflepuff in Potions and just barely got past it, he can't get detention now!

The problem is, though, that he has no idea where he is. The castle is huge. The staircases are moving with little pattern or system to them; or if there is one, then Tim hadn't figured it yet. It's only been two weeks, so he only just got used to having scheduled classes in general.

Tim turns left at the intersection of two corridors and frantically looks for anything that can help him. A familiar portrait, a staircase down - because he knows he must be on one of the top floors, judging by the vantage point of view from the windows - an alcove to hide.

Literally anything would do at this point, please, he doesn't want to get in trouble tonight, he just wants to go back to the dungeons and-

The flap of a tapestry on his right moves all of a sudden, and in the next moment, cold fingers wrap around his wrist. In a blink of an eye, Tim finds himself yanked behind the tapestry, and another cold hand slapped over his mouth to stop him from making a sound.

When he looks up, he is... Well, not incredibly surprised to find Danny being his unexpected savior.

He is honestly more bewildered by the fact that the boy's hair seems to be very faintly glowing. Kind of like a shimmer of a ghost in the dark, only dimmer.

Tim makes a muffled, confused sound, raising his eyebrows, but Danny apparently doesn't give one single shit about his questions. Instead, he stares into Tim's eyes and whispers, "Do you trust me?"

And, generally? Debatable. Tim could have sworn 'Trouble' was Daniel Fenton's middle name if he didn't know it was actually 'Jackson'. Besides, even if his face looks serious enough in the darkness of the alcove, there's still that unmistakable hint of mischief in his voice. Tim is familiar with it; it's the mischief that gets the Potions classroom covered in exploding bubbles of glitter that doesn't come off with any cleaning spells.

But, right here and right now, when Mr. Filch's very recognizable steps are coming closer and closer to their hiding place?

Tim eagerly nods a few times, not taking his gaze off Danny and hoping to convey 'there's no better time for me to trust you than now' through his wide eyes alone.

In the dim glow of Danny's hair, Tim sees his lips stretch in a devious grin.

And then, they are suddenly back out in the hallway and running, his hand still held by the wrist. Danny doesn't care in the slightest for how much noise he is making, and Tim doesn't have enough time to as much as think about trying to be quiet. Not that he even can, what with them both sprinting down the corridor and turning corners with seemingly no direction.

"STUDENTS OUT OF BED!" Mr. Filch's screeching voice echoes off the walls and shining suits of armor. Tim hears other voices as well - the yelps of the awoken portraits and a mad laughter that must be coming from Peeves - but Danny doesn't seem bothered. If anything, he speeds up.

"When I say 'jump', you jump, alright?" The boy looks over his shoulder for a moment, an exhilarated grin on his face, and Tim nearly trips at that sudden command. He'd really rather not, but, well, he did say he trusted Danny mere seconds ago.

He nods, even if Danny doesn't see it.

They turn another corner, Caretaker's loud steps hot on their heels, and Tim's brief excitement - hey, they've found the moving staircases! - very quickly turns into dawning horror - oh, no, they've found the moving staircases. This so doesn't bode well with what Danny asked him to do.

They run down the first staircase they come across, skipping steps. And yet, just as the tiniest hope of his suspicions being wrong rises in Tim's chest, Danny all but throws him closer to the railings, yells, "Jump!" and fucking throws himself over.

To be fair, even if Tim tried not to follow him, his wrist is still firmly in Danny's fingers. So, he figures in the matter of split second, better go down on his own volition than head first.

He jumps.

Staircases fly past him at the speed of a racing broom, and Tim really, really struggles to keep his mouth closed so as not to scream and risk biting his tongue. Danny evidently doesn't have such reservations, his laughter echoing off the stone walls and ceilings.

They miss a moving flight of stairs by mere inches, the shadow of it covering them a moment later. Mr. Filch is still yelling somewhere up above, but at least he didn't jump after them, so that's good. Small mercies and all that.

Only Tim can't bring himself to be happy about it.

Not when the ground is approaching and doing so rapidly.

He squeezes his eyes shut, instinctively bracing himself for the impact, but it never comes. Instead, there's a sudden lurch in his stomach, and his body feels weightless for a solid second - kind of like when someone casts a levitation charm on you, but quicker and lighter - and then it's gone, and Tim is dropped down on his feet, almost gently.

He stumbles, snapping his eyes open and holding on to Danny's hand tighter to keep his balance.

"What-" he starts, but the boy is already pulling him further, through the hall and into a narrow pathway leading down, and, before Tim realizes it, he is standing in a familiar corridor.

They are in the dungeons. Barely twenty feet away from Slytherin common room.

Tim jerks his head to the left, staring at Danny intently, "How the bluggering fuck?" Up until now, it was Danny who's been holding his hand tight. Now, the roles are reversed, and it is Tim who is gripping the other boy's wrist, not taking his chances at watching him escape into the night.

Danny grins so wide Tim fears his face is going to crack. "You gotta be a little more specific," he teases, but Tim is having none of it. His heart is still hammering in his chest from all the running and falling, and his head is a mess - both physically and metaphorically.

"We fell through at least three floors down," he says pointedly, and Danny nods.

"Yeah, we did," he admits, but offers no more.

Tim narrows his eyes, "How are we not two vaguely human-shaped splots on the ground?" Out of all the important things to ask, like why did you think it was a good idea or what were you even doing hiding behind a tapestry after curfew, he starts with that part.

Danny shrugs. Too innocently for Tim's taste. "Well, it's Hogwarts. She rather likes her students alive, you know? Hundreds of magical, accident-prone children walk her halls and stairs; you'd think there are quite a bit of safety precautions set in place," he explains, and, while it does make some kind of sense, there's the odd part.

"She?" Tim insinuates, and Danny nods nonchalantly, reaching his hand back to touch the wall behind him.

"Yeah, she. Hogwarts is centuries old and full of magic. She was bound to gain sentience at some point," he smiles fondly, "It's like the ancestral homes that purebloods have, only they are, well, smaller, and there are less people in there to leave an imprint. Hogwarts is huge."

Tim blinks. He never gave much thought to the idea, even while living in an ancestral home himself, but now, when Danny says it like that, it makes an awful lot of sense. However, this unexpected piece of knowledge doesn't answer any of his other questions.

What's more, with the rush of adrenaline slowly fading, Tim's natural need to get right to the bottom of things resurfaces again.

"And you know that because?.." he trails off, hoping for Danny to finish the sentence. He is fairly certain that neither Fenton nor Masters families have any ancestral homes. Well, not in Britain, at least.

Danny blinks and shrugs again, but this time it looks a bit puzzled. "Because it's common sense?" He offers, and Tim stares.

It's very much not.

But pointing it out won't get them anywhere. Tim sighs, his shoulders slumping.

"Well, I didn't know it," he huffs with no real bite to it. Looking down, he notices their still joined hands and quickly lets go, embarrassed about it all of a sudden. "Anyway, what were you doing, um," he gestures with his other hand in the air absently. He is not sure where they've even been when they met.

"On the fourth floor by the tapestry of Whimsy Winning Weatherby?" Danny offers helpfully and gives him a lopsided smile, "Exploring, mostly. Don't you want to know everything there is here?"

Not particularly, no, Tim wants to say, but that would be a lie. He likes exploring just fine, and he took great pleasure in doing so in the Wayne Manor. But, maybe, doing so in the first month here is not the greatest idea?

But that argument is probably not getting him anywhere, either. Considering the dedication the Hufflepuff put into testing his limits with literally everything he came across, the term 'appropriate timing' is probably an entirely foreign concept to him.

"Okay," he breathes out weakly, rubbing his face with his palms. It's honestly too late to argue about anything; why was this boy even sorted into Hufflepuff, he would have fitted great with Gryffindors. Tim, though, as the Slytherin he is, just wants to be done with the daring rule-breaking escapades and go to bed already. "Did you find anything interesting yet?" He asks nonetheless, briefly aware of the fact that he just doesn't want to part ways.

Danny nods, bubbling excitement written all over him, "Yeah, loads! Hogwarts is full of secret passageways, and there's a weird room on the seventh floor that I can't figure out how to get into, but the elves in the kitchens call it Come and Go Room. Helena doesn't like it, apparently, so she won't budge, and Nick doesn't like me, so no luck there. Oh, and Myrtle says she has no idea about that room, but there's a different secret room under the castle, but she won't say anything else. I've found the teacher's lounge by accident yesterday, though, and I almost got detention for it. Oh, and Headmaster's office is guarded by a stone gargoyle, and the password is something sweet, but I forgot what, and, well, I probably shouldn't be trying to get into his office on my own volition anyway."

"You shouldn't be trying to get into any of those places, actually," Tim deadpans, and Danny's smile turns sheepish.

"Yeah, Sam said the same thing. But what else am I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, homework?" Tim rolls his eyes, and Danny mock gags. Yeah, Tim expected as much. He sighs, "I should get back to my dorm. And you should, too, actually," he adds, but doesn't insist when Danny just hums noncommittally. It will be a miracle if this boy doesn't get another detention on top of everything he earned in Potions so far. Oh, speaking of, "Do you think the Caretaker saw us?"

"Filch?" Danny looks back at Tim, "No, I doubt it. At best, he would figure out we're first-years, judging by our height. Mrs. Norris might recognize us, though, but, meh, she can't do much about it. There's no proof."

Tim stands corrected, maybe Danny would have fitted better with Slytherins than with Gryffindors.

"Alright," he nods and takes a step back from Danny in the general direction of his common room. Sure, other Houses are not supposed to know where it is, but then, he doubts it was a coincidence that Danny brought him here of all places. Then, he pauses, his gaze flickering back to the boy. "Thanks," he says quietly, and the Hufflepuff beams at him.

"Any time," he offers a playful bow at Tim and steps back towards the wall, knocking on one of the stones. The wall obediently shifts, like the muggle entrance to the Diagon Alley, unraveling a passageway. The one that got them here in the first place, if Tim recalls correctly.

"Hey," on a whim, Tim calls after the boy again, reluctant to see him go. Danny turn around, his eyebrows raised in question. "Tell me if you figure out how to get into that Come and Go Room?" Tim asks, giving him a smile of his own.

Not that he is much interested in a secret room - okay, maybe he is, but it's not the point here - but the way Danny perks up at the request is totally worth it.

"Sure," he grins, "Good night, Tim." And, before he gets a chance to answer, the wall shifts again, closing after Danny.

Tim bites back a fit of happy giggles originating from somewhere in his belly.

"Good night, Danny," he bids goodbye to the empty hall, and, finally, turns around and walks to his common room, a skip to his step.

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Apparently, Pinterest has, like, three adequate pictures of Hogwarts staircases, so finding these was a trouble:

What Danny looked like in the dark:

[Picrew]

Something I made for the sheer fun of it, featuring, from left to right: ghost-Dani, Dani, Jazz, Sam, ghost-Danny, Danny, Tim, Jason, Damian:

[Picrew]

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Another long-ass part, okay. This is getting out of hand and I'm not about to stop it.

Sentient Hogwarts let's go! I'm basing this headcanon on the idea that the longer magical people live in one specific place, the more magic that place absorbs. Seeing the size and the number of people in Hogwarts, she's gotta be sentient enough.

We are now two weeks or so into the school year, and Danny is sure making himself at home. Naturally, he befriends the ghosts faster than he befriends the living, mostly because he is one of the rare few to actually bother talking to them. But also for family reasons. I'll get to that in the part after the next one, probably.

A word about others, now: Jazz is part of the Gryffindor Quiddich team, she is chaser. Dick is also there, but he's beater, and he's got to be Head Boy this year, despite the fact that he was utterly bewildered by it. However, his position is the sole reason Fred and George are getting a headstart at their shenanigans - Dick likes his fellow Gryffindors and the mischief they are up to just enough to give them a few free passes if he encounters them. Valerie, on the other hand, is very unimpressed by the whole Gryffindor House and the twins specifically. Yet, she is currently top of class in Transfiguration, and McGonagall quietly adores her.

Steph and Danny have grown to be on friendly terms, but nowhere near best friends. They like each other, sure, but they prefer to get up to trouble separately. Besides, Steph is a bit unsettled by ghosts. She is quite friendly with Cedric, though, but, on the other hand, there's no such thing as being truly unfriendly when you're all Hufflepuffs.

Tucker is up in the Ravenclaw Tower, trying to find people who are as crazy about muggle technology as he is. It's not going great, but at least Ravenclaws don't discriminate: the boy is as nerdy as any of them, and they don't judge on what exactly their housemates are nerdy about. We'll see more of him later, when Tim is brave enough to bring his camera into Hogwarts.

Sam is confident in her dislike towards Tim, but they've decided to ignore each other for the most part. She is still not over him taking the seat with Danny in Potions, even though she's claimed every other possible opportunity to sit with him otherwise. She managed to get in good graces with Professor Sprout so far, and is allowed to come to Greenhouses to pester her with plant-related questions.

Is there any particular character you want to see me include in here? I make no promises, but I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[<- part 8 | part 10 ->]

[bet-on-me-13]

Bruce Wayne was never Batman.

So! The night that Bruce Wayne's parents got shot, he developed an Unbreakable Resolve. He needed to get rid of the Crime that had taken his Parents away from him, no matter what.

But that night, he also developed a deep-seated fear of Death. He was face to face with his own Demise and instead of dying himself he saw his Parents die instead. He was Terrified of ending up like them.

But he still needed to stop Crime. He couldn't just let criminals go unpunished, and while he was still using his wealth to try and prevent it before it began, he knew there needed to be something to stop crime After it had been committed. And the Cops were useless on that Front.

He eventually found a solution while looking through his Parents Family Heirlooms.

Ancient Books dating back to the founding of Gotham and even before then, telling of a Creature from another world who his Ancestors had helped in the Past. A Being of Fear and Shadow, who owed a debt to the Wayne Family. He needed that Being. A Monster of Shadows and Fear was exactly the answer to scaring criminals away from committing crimes and punishing those who did.

But he needed to find the Being from another world first.

So he left home, traveling across the Globe training with the best Magicians and Demonologists in the world in search of the Monster who owed his Family a Debt. His travels took him far, from the streets of LA where he met a man named Zatara, to the Snowy Mountains of Nanda Parbat where he learned of the Lazarus Pits and the Demon's that came out of them.

While studying the Lazarus Pits, he was trained by the organization who guarded them. They despised Weakness, and while their leader was in awe of his Intelect he was less impressed by his body's conditioning. If he was to study the Lazarus Pits, he would first have to earn the Right in Combat.

He eventually managed to pass their Tests and eventually left them, having handed over a Copy of his research as the price for being allowed to Study the Pits.

Years later, he finally returned to Gotham, fully equipped to Summon the Being that owed him a Debt.

Bruce drew up the Summoning Circle as perfectly as he possibly could, he had one shot at it.

A drop of his blood and a splash of Lazarus Water later, and the Circle began to glow an ominous Green. Slowing, a shifting shadow began to emerge from the Circle, at first only a mass of writhing darkness before their form Solidified.

The Books he had found on the Spirit said that it would take the form of the Summoners Greatest Fear, which just so happened to be Bats for Bruce. The Form that the Spirit chose reflected that, with large Dark Wings falling over their form as if they were a Cape, and horns looking like the Ears of a Bat. From the Darkness, two glowing eyes appeared.

"Spirit, hear me. My name if Bruce Wayne, and I am calling in the Debt owed to my Family centuries ago. My City is plagued with crime and malice, rotting from its Core. My efforts to prevent Crime from the side of the Light have been in vain, Crime persists despite my efforts. In order for my vision to be fulfilled, the Criminals of this City must have their hearts pierced by Fear. Fear of Retribution. Fear of Consequences. Fear of Vengeance."

Thoughout bis Speech, the Shadowed Figure stayed silent.

"That is why I have called you here. I want you to stalk these streets, punish the criminals of this City and strike fear into their hearts from the shadows, so that they know to stay in the light. I don't want you to Kill them, never kill them. Let them live with that fear in their Hearts until their final days."

After he finished his speech, the Figure finally spoke.

"Your Quest is an Honorable one. You seek the betterment of your people's, and are unafraid to resort to drastic measures to achieve that goal. It reminds me of my Liege's resolve." It Spoke, it's voice low and rumbling. "Very Well. From this day forth, I shall protect your City from the Darkness in its own Heart. I shall be your Dark Knight."

...

Had this idea out of nowhere and needed to write it down. In this AU, Bruce still wants to protect his City from crime, but is understandably traumatized from seeing the Deaths of his Parents. He has a deep-seated fear of Dying, so he chooses to forgo fighting crime himself.

Instead, he finds out about a Spirit that his Ancestors helped long ago, and decides that the most logical next step out be to Summon a Demon to protect his City. Instead of training his Body for a decade to become Batman, he trains his Mind and Studies as much about Magic and Demon's as Possible.

He still knows how to fight because he trained with the League. He approached them with an offer to study the Lazarus Pits and give them his findings, and they accepted. But Ra's didn't want a weakling on his Base so he also required Bruce to train his body. He saw his potential for combat, and was so disappointed that Bruce had chosen a different path. He could have been Great!

Bruce still has a thing with Talia that produces Damian, he is still a point of interest from Ra's since he is insanely smart and has huge potential, and he knows how to fight pretty well. Albeit not as well as in Canon.

Bruce becomes the Benefactor/Guy in the Chair for Fright Knight (who is the one he summoned if you couldn't tell), who looks like a "Bat Man" because of Bruce's fear of Bats. Fright Knight agreed to this because 1.) He had a debt to pay, 2.) Bruce reminded him of Danny, and 3.) He respected Bruce's ballsyness to Summon a demon and command it to protect people.

Bruce still adopts his Kids, but there are some changes.

Dick is adamant about fighting Crime, and eventually Bruce is forced to let him go on patrol with Fright Knight, who has started going by Batman. Thankfully Frighty managed to give him some blessings so he had minor powers and would be safer.

Jason is mostly the same, and he is so excited that Robin actually IS Magical. When he dies, Fright Knight, who had gotten attached to their Family, goes into the Zone to search for him. He is unsuccessful unfortunately.

Tim is kind of funny. He figured out that Dick was Robin, and Jason was the 2nd Robi , but assumed that Bruce was Batman. When he approached Bruce about becoming Robin so he would stop going down his violent Cycle, Bruce Redirected him to talk to Fright Knight, who was not taking his failure to find Jason well.

Damien grew up knowing that his Father was a Genius, and the Master of the Batman, which gave him a bit of an Ego. At first he thought of Fright Knight as a Servant, and tried to command him like he did with Alfred. Frighty corrected him quickly enough.

Any more ideas for this AU? I have so many, but I think I need to stop for now.

[thevoidstaredback]

How To Balance as "Gus, Don't Be..." Quotes

Danny: Tim, don't be ridiculous.

Danny: Tim, don't be a silly goose.

Danny: Tim, don't be a crazy hooligan.

Danny: Tim, don't be a gooey chocolate chip cookie.

Danny: Tim, don't be a rabid porcupine.

Danny: Tim, don't be a giant snapping turtle.

Danny: Tim, don't be a paranoid schizophrenic.

Danny: Tim, don't be a gloomy you.

Danny: Tim, don't be a little girl on this.

Danny: Tim, don't be a Traveling Wilbury.

Danny: Tim, don't be an incorrigible Eskimo pie with a caramel ribbon.

Danny: Tim, don't be an old sponge with hair hanging off of it.

Danny: Tim, don't be a myopic chihuahua.

Danny: Tim, don't be exactly half of an eleven-pound black forest ham.

Danny: Tim, don't be William Zabka from 'Back to School'.

Danny: Tim, don't be this crevice in my arm.

Danny: Tim, don't be the last of the famous international playboys.

Danny: Tim, don't be principal and interest.

Danny: Tim, don't be the ribs that flip over Fred Flintstone's car.

Danny: Tim, don't be 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Marzipan'.

Danny: Tim, don't be the American adaptation of the British Tim.

Danny: Tim, don't be the third Thompson Twin with the dreads.

Danny: Tim, don't be the new Meshach Taylor.

Danny: Tim, don't be the 'iiiiit' in 'wait for iiiiit'.

Danny: Tim, don't be Leon from the 'Like a Prayer' video.

Danny: Tim, don't be Nic Cage's accent from 'Con Air'.

Danny: Tim, don't be Topher Grace running on the beach at the end of 'In Good Company'.

Danny: Tim, don't be the ten tigers of Canton.

Danny: Dick, don't be Canada.

Danny: Tim, don't be George Hamilton's reaction when Ashley came to him and said "Dad, I think I'll become an actor, too".

Danny: Tim, don't be the second drummer from 38 Special.

Danny: Tim, don't be the one game at Chuck E. Cheese that isn't broken.

Danny: Tim, don't be Fine Young Cannibal’s cover of 'Suspicious Minds'.

Danny: Tim, don't be both Ashlee Simpson albums.

Danny: Tim, don't be the only black lead on a major cable network.

Danny: Tim, don't be your jury summons that I accidentally threw away last month along with something called a W-2.

Danny: Tim, don't be the scream from 'Holding Back the Years'.

Danny: Tim, don't be the way Eriq La Salle spells 'Eric'.

Danny: Tim, don't be Keith Sweat now.

Danny: Tim, don't be the mystery mousketool.

Danny: Tim, don't be Pete Rose's haircut.

Danny: Tim, don't be Lao Che.

Danny: Tim, don't be the bitch from apartment 23.

Danny: Tim, don't be the Tom Selleck to her Paulina Porizkova.

Danny: Tim, don't be the remake of 'Yours, Mine and Ours'. While I am at it, don't be the original either.

Danny: Tim, don't be the second time ever I saw your face.

Tim: Oh Danny, don't be such a Filipino Steve Perry.

Danny: Tim, don't be Weepy Boy Santos.

Danny: Tim, don't be the kites upon strings.

Danny: Tim, don't be the very model of a modern major general.

Danny: Tim, don't be 'The Howling Two: Your Sister's a Werewolf'.

Danny: Tim, don't be the 100th Luftballoon.

Danny: Tim, don't be the comma in 'Earth, Wind & Fire'.

Danny: Tim, don't be the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile.

Danny: Tim, don't be the C above middle C in Those Endearing Young Charms.

Danny: Tim, don't be the night your dad fell asleep inside your mom.

Danny: Tim, don't be Adrien Brody's last breath in The Village.

Danny: Tim, don't be all the chalices that Indy didn't choose at the end of Last Crusade.

Tim: Don't be a negative frittato, Danny.

Danny: Oh come on Tim, don't be the red wax on a wheel of Gouda.

Danny: Tim, don't be fake news.

[ladyredmoon13]

DCXDP PROMPT

GPS Shenanigans

So it's a regular Tuesday for Danny. He woke up late, got to first period by the skin of his teeth, got his lunch knocked out of his hands by Dash. You get the picture. Even after all that, the universe decides to throw in a ghost attack standard with this glorious day that he was having.( Sence his sarcasm? Good!)

Anyways, it was all very normal for him by now. Very predictable. What wasn't predictable was the natural portal opening up and the Ghost he was fighting to see it as an opportunity and blast him through it. He was annoyed, even more so when the portal shot him out in the Bremuda Triangle.

Not really knowing which way to go to get home, he takes out his phone and puts in his home address, hoping to get back before the Ghost he was fighting could reek more havoc. And maybe soup them up before his test sixth period.

All was going great. He was making great time flying back. He might even wrap things up to make it to fifth period and tell Tucker and Sam about the weird event of the day. Only his phones GPS takes him to Paris, Texas. Okay, not where he ment to go, but it was alright. He can just put his address back into his GPS and be on his way home again.

Only this time, he ends up in Seattle, Washington. What? Alright, the third time is the charm. Then he ended up in Star City. What?! He tried again and ended up in some small town in Kansas. So he tried again and nearly crossed the border to Mexico.

Completely fed up at this point, Danny then restarted his phone, did two virus sweeps, and changed the settings a bit before bringing his GPS up again. Putting his address into it, again! And was on his way home, AGAIN! Only for the stupid app to take him to another random location that he most definitely did not want to be. AGAIN!!!

Grounding himself on the roof of another apartment building, Danny cursed his luck and his phone and decided to play around with the GPS settings to see if that would do anything. Because now it was nighttime, and all he wanted to do was go home, collapse in his bed, and think of a way to convince his parents not to ground him for skipping school.

As he angrily grumbles to himself, he notices a dark figure land on the roof not too far from him. Looking up from his phone screen, Danny is shocked to see the one and only Batman staring him down not even fifteen feet away. Huh, guess he was in Gotham then.

"Uh, hi-hello, Mr. Batman, sir." Danny stuttered anxiously. 'Smooth Danny, smooth.' He thought to himself as he cleared his throat before continuing." Don't mind me. Im just trying to get my stupid GPS working-" he said with more calm than he felt." At Melbourne and 6th, make a u-turn." A macanical female voice said from Danny’s phone. Oh, he must of accidentally turned on the audio voice assistance function while messing with the settings.

"At Melbourne and 6th, make a u-turn. Then go straight till Wellmore Avenue." The GPS voice said making Batman hum curiously." Those street names don't exist in Gotham." He said making Danny double check what city the GPS said his location was." It's saying I'm in Gotham." He tells the older hero." Turn left on Wellmore Avenue. Keep left and go straight for twenty six miles."

"I literally haven't moved." Danny complained to the device in his hands. Not expecting an answer from the phone but getting one from the black clad vigilante just feet away now." I take it this is not the first time this has happened bassed on your reaction." It wasn't a question but Danny still answered it like one. Shoulders sagging with a sigh Danny nods and turned to the Dark Knight

"It's been acting like this all day. No matter what I do, every time I put in my address into the GPS app on my phone it'll take me to the most random places. I've been coast to coast already and almost flew to Mexico. I've tried restarting it, I played around with the settings and locations. Nothing helps." He complains frustratedly.

"Make a u-turn at-"

"Shut up you!"

Danny gets thrown through a natural portal during a fight and ends up getting spit out in the bramuda triangle. He trys to get home be using his phones GPS but unbeknownst to him the phone was damaged, either during the fight or because of the triangle; and it keeps giving him random directions to literally anywhere but Amity Park. He finally gets so frustrated that he lands just to see what the heck is going on with his phone when Batman shows up. Having seen a very agitated meta fly over and stop in his city.

Here's a question for you. Why, in comics do they never have GPS for people who can fly, and im not talking about like in helicopters. Im talking about people with the ability to fly. Sure they can see everything while they're up there but that doesn’t mean they know where they're going, where they are, or how to get there from so high up. I myself have lived in my hometown for most of my life and I still need a GPS to tell me where some things are. Your thoughts?

[ghostbsuter]

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Multiple parts:

Batclan and Catband

Selina is Danny's mom, recently got engaged to Bruce, and now they're meeting!

[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]

The house of Nightingale & Constantine | #the house of Constantine and Nightingale have infinite beef

Batman called for help.

Now, with Phantom's help and Constantines, they might have a chance. If only he knew those two were rivals and enemies in terms of dark houses.

[ chapters: 1 | ] [ao3] (soon!)

[ snippets: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 ]

[ chap 1 snap-shot ]

Wonder MOM

Danny is a godling, born from the stars and son of Diana. Batman rescued him from abduction, and that's how the JL finds out about the son of WW.

[ part 1 ]

Twins, minus the Demon

Demon Twins Au, Damian and Danyal are the sons of the bat, demon and cat.

Implied and referenced past/current Bruce/Selina/Talia throuple.

[ part 1 ]

Magicians way

Danny is the son of Zatanna and John, member of the Young Just us and well... sometimes things don't go as planned.

[ part 1 | 1/4 ]

Team effort

Danny is a member of the Teen Titans!

[ part 1 | part 2 soon! ]

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Stand alones:

Birthday present (read the reblogs!) | (Martian appreciation)

High on fear (read the reblogs!) | (ghosts really like emotions)

Joker's Jr. or not? | (danny being the son of joker and harley)

He's Danny | (Joker's Jr. or not? continuation)

Titan missing! | (phantom is teen titans member and amity got kidnapped)

Wingman | (steph x sam)

Dog-napped | (cujo at it again ft. baby assassin)

One way to crush | (Dani crushing on Lian)

Speed running romance | (Dick x Jazz x Babs)

The Fries | (Nora going ghost)

Arson and consequences | (Roy!!)

Babysitting trouble | (baby yeti outside!)

Visitation | (Sam and young justice)

Syn eclipse | (being chased)

Elephant | (beast boy trolling)

Sibling rivalry | (just dan and danny things)

Team Bonding!!! | (JL + Danny get kidnapped)

Halloween skull | (supersons)

Young Justice Dark | (JLD + their own Jr.)

Actor au | (Team Phantom)

Human born | (Zatanna)

Death defying (not the ship) | (undying)

A massive Rabbit Hole | (Clark&Bruce&Elle)

Moon rejects | (Ghost explanation for the dumb)

Sir, please, that sweet sour sauce is NOT running away. | (Dick&Danny)

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Bats!!

Prompts and snippets of adventures Danny has with various Bats.

College student shaped stray | (dami befriends teen dad danny)

Mom!cass | (time shenanigans end with conspiracy theories)

Calico (read the reposts!) | (nighttime activities as family bonding)

Paranoia | (bonding activity between Duke and Danny)

Harsh truth | (the plans start the moment Ra's fell)

Meta-child | (dick centric)

Villain magnet | (just danny being danny)

Sweet revenge | (danny and bruce)

Diplomatic immunity | (danny in gotham)

Little Brother | (Danny is a drake)

Another Cain | (Danny Cain)

Buying your own mercenary! | (Danny in his deadpool arc)

Grayson's stray | (one police officer picks up a kid)

Robin manifestation!Danny | (child of gotham)

Governmental shit that is (read the reblogs!) | (dead tired)

1 (+3) new child | (scooby doo but its Danny-Johnny-Kitty-Ember and shadow)

Cell buddies | (Dami and Danny)

Its not a habit | (Tim and danny)

Keeping up with the waynes | (wes theories and denial)

Straying Twins | (demon twins)

Bat plans | (robin needs a new buddy)

Mantles | (cass prepares)

How to spot | (night shift bats)

Apologies | (timetravel is a great plot)

Play along! | (Agnes and Beatrice)

Spoiler alert! | (steph and danny)

Infiltration | (dick and danny)

Doubled | (talia and danny)

Strange animal | (damian)

Left and collected | (everlasting trio + baby tim)

Please leave | (he won't leave)

Annoyance at Patrol | (Red Hood shenanigans)

Catnapped | (Red Hood shenanigans ||)

Time anomaly | (Jason Todd and Danny)

Psychopomp! | (Danny doing his new Job)

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WONDER W

Prompts and snippets with the one and only! Wonder Woman!

Spiderman meme | (featuring Dani and Diana)

Demigods (read the reblogs!) | (fake it till u make it)

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SUPERS

Prompts and snippets with the local superfam

Metropolis | (hiding)

Twitter beef | (ft. Superman)

Super representative | (confused Clark kent)

New kid dropped | (they're so confused)

Fake it till u make it | (Jon dug his grave)

Civilian life | (danny is just trying to live)

School way | (Jon and Danny meet!)

Clone Club covers | (kon jumps in as elle)

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SPEEDSTERS!!!

Prompts and snippets of adventures Danny has with various Speedsters.

Bart & Danny | timetraveler & immortal (read the reposts!)

Bart & Danny | playdates

Barry & Danny | Found family via Villain

Bart/Danny | Crushing

Bart & Danny | displaced

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Godly shenanigans | #Billy and Danny are brothers in crime and losers in costumes

Prompts and snippets of Billy and Danny trying to survive in the world of adults.

JL's own trouble kids

Double the trouble

Pranksters in disguises

Grounded

Challenge

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Anything with Connie

Prompts and snippets of various ways of Danny interacting with John Constantine.

Troubled and Dad shaped

Imprisoned but not dead?

Breaking in

Hell adventures

Zones

Rush hour

He when (head wanted, not alive)

Haunted menace

Nail polish

[princess-of-the-corner]

Crossover minecraft: Pirates vs Cowboys

Nighttime in the desert, around a campfire

Roxanne: so, the lightning gave you super speed somehow?

Chargebolt: I guess? I mean, I was more preoccupied with my hat being on fire.

Roxanne: you blew out all the windows in Quickdraw Junction, and obliterated Kevin's wagon... that requires ludicrous speed, kid.

Luz: hmm... maybe... I COULD try making a glyph array for increased speed. I'd probably have to balance the effect with-*trails off, muttering and sketching*

Applejack: uh, before you get too into the zone, talkin' bout magic and superspeed shenanigans... whose takin' first watch?

Chargebolt: eh? We've got like, the mob cap worth of horses and our cows here-

Roxy: still can't believe pinkie got everyone to ride cows.

Chargebolt: - AND, we've still got a few days before pvp enables. There's no reason to worry.

Applejack: *carefully not looking at the cactus that's slowly creeping up on the camp* I think we all know that ain't gonna stop anyone. We've seen bully boy's trickshots, Danny has been making pitfalls everywhere. That monkey kid got pinkie pie with a banana peel!

Pinkie pie: *roasting marshmallows * what was I supposed to do? Not slip on it? It was the perfect setup applejack!

Chargebolt: wait, since when are marshmallows a thing in Mine-

Applejack, Roxy, and Luz: it's Pinkie pie, don't question it.

Applejack: point is, we're sitting ducks in a barrel out here.

Chargebolt: we're in the middle of nowhere. No pirate is going to purposefully come out here for a prank.

Applejack exchanges a look with Luz, eyes flicking towards the Cactus that has been sitting outside the glow of the campfire. Luz starts scribbling in her notepad

Applejack: pinkie your marshmallow caught fire.

Pinkie pie panics, flinging the burning marshmallow into the air

Chargebolt: gah!

Roxanne: watch where you're-!

The burning marshmallow lands behind the Cactus with a splatter, lighting the sneaking player aflame

Jack Spicer: ack! Fire! Help!

Luz: bombs away! *throws glyphed paper airplane*

The glyph plane hits Jack as he fails about, drenching him in water.

Jack: ... I'll just quit while I'm ahead this time...

Roxy: *waiting until Jack has walked out of sight* you're on first watch for tempting fate, sparky...

Chargebolt: ah, come on!

Applejack: all in favor?

Luz and Pinkie: Aye!

Ha!

[oliviayamaoka]

The Roseville Murders

Danny “Jed Olsen” Johnson x Female Reader 

After getting yourself into a rather tragic incident, you are reassigned to work elsewhere to protect your young career as a detective.

Your life would sure but slowly change when you meet a bright journalist named Jed Olsen, always looking to get inside information from you regarding the murders in Roseville. Seeking Jed Olsen’s help in finding the Ghostface, a spark ignited between the two of you.

Chapter One: Roseville

Y/N rubbed her eyes, tired from the long car ride you just endured. It was a long car ride from your old home but at least the day was nice. It wouldn’t be long until dusk came. In a way, you were glad. You often thrived in the nighttime and took it as an opportunity to wind down and finally rest. It was a large rental truck that you had taken on your journey to your new home, Roseville. You didn’t necessarily choose the location; you were assigned to go there. After the incident, you were assigned to help in the investigation regarding some gnarly murders. This piqued your interest since you had an interest in crime and journalism, more so crime.

It was quite the strange time, being a junior detective, or that’s what they called you anyways. Your time in the police academy was short-lived, it didn’t take long to become a detective in the nineties. Even so, you managed to impress some detectives and officers. You also had an eye for stuff that would normally slip other people’s mind, the small details were more or less important to you. Admittedly, your interest in detective work stemmed from the fact you loved horror movies and shows. Even books. It would be a silly idea in the eyes of others but you figured you could do some good. You were also extremely annoyed at how incompetent other officers could be, not writing reports in detail or straight up refusing to do a full investigation. It was ridiculous and you figured you’d try and change this.

Johnathan Stevens was the name of your supervisor, an older gentleman. He formerly investigated murders and unsolved crimes in the fifties and sixties, his prime. Some would even consider his work to dabble in the supernatural. You weren’t sure if you believed such things, not that you were a skeptic since there were small things you couldn’t explain growing up. His work was great nonetheless and he saw the potential in you. You admired him and he gave a good word to others on your behalf. He was the reason you got a job in helping the investigation in Roseville. Ah yes, Roseville.

You were excited in a way. Johnathan was able to get you a role in the investigation of the Roseville Murders. The prime suspect was a man in a costume who went by the name Ghost Face. They ultimately branded the series of murders as the Ghost Face Murders. Y/N read the files and you began to think of your own theories on who this mysterious murderer could be. The murders were premeditated and were always executed in a similar fashion. Y/N saw some photos left behind by the Ghost Face, he enjoyed posing and took pride in his work. Your train of thought suddenly ended when you saw the town’s sign.

“Welcome to Roseville.” You subconsciously mumbled. There was a slight feeling of regret and worry that itched at you from the inside but you brushed it off. No going back now, you wanted to be a good detective and help those in need.

Your hands brushed towards your turn signals. The apartment you rented wasn’t too far and you didn’t have too many things you brought with you. Roseville seemed like a quiet little city, very peaceful and tidy. A part of you had trouble even imagining that such grizzly murders could take place in what people would consider a perfect town or city. This seemed like a place where somebody would want to raise a family or live a quiet life, it pretty much had everything you needed. You didn’t blame them, the big city life was horrendous, as were the crimes there committed. Y/N sighed deeply as you pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building. It was red and looked somewhat old. Not that it mattered, you were happy with anything at this point. You rubbed your eyes again before resting your forehead on your steering wheel, putting your car into park.

It was about 6:00 PM, you didn’t have to be at the station until 7:30 PM. Much to your dismay, it was enough time to talk to your landlord. You had met prior on a phone call and you got the apartment rather easily. You saw pictures and were instantly keen on getting a lease for it. You checked your mirror to quickly fix your hair up and refresh yourself. After a moment or two, you got out and walked towards the door. Y/N pushed it open and caught a glimpse of the lobby. It was well-furnished and tidy. It was a lot better than your old apartment building in the city. Your mood lightened up, looking forward to a somewhat quieter life. You figured you had your share of the city bars and nightclubs, other shenanigans you encountered when you were slightly younger. You took a few steps in and walked towards the main office. Your shyer tendencies made you hesitate but you knocked lightly on the door, pushing it open.

“Hello?” You called out as you made eye-contact with a blonde woman.

“How can I help you?” The woman asked you, putting away some papers into a filing cabinet.

Her hair was actually kind of long and seemed natural. Her skin was fair and her eyes were a darker shade of blue. The woman’s dark eyebrows helped in bringing out her beautiful features. She was a thin but tall woman. Her attire consisted of a white turtleneck with a cardigan, dress, and black dress shoes with long, white stockings. It was a healthy mix of coziness and business. Y/N smiled kindly and extended her hand out.

“I’m Y/N L/N. I assume that you’re Deborah?” You asked as she quickly returned the smile, a more charming one. She shook your hand, her touch felt welcoming, something that was needed in Roseville.

“Yes, I am. Lovely to finally meet you! How was the trip?” She asked as you shrugged slightly.

“A bit boring but I made it.” You replied as she giggled a bit.

“Take it from me, Roseville is happy you decided to come. The rumors and murders have driven a few people away. We’re happy to have another officer to help.” Deborah said to you.

“Yeah, well, if anybody ever gives you trouble then you’ll know where to find me.” You said as she perked up. Deborah quickly walked towards her desk and grabbed a set of old, somewhat rusty keys. With a sweet smile, the woman planted the metal in your palm.

“Thank you, Y/N. I appreciate you choosing here to live. If you need help unloading your stuff, my brothers are one call away.” She said. With that voice and attitude, the woman would have made an excellent commercial woman.

“I should be fine.” You assured the woman before exiting the office space.

You swiftly walked out towards the parking lot. It was a rather nice evening so far. The sky was a mixture of pink and red with a nice breeze. You held your forehead for a second, having small flashbacks of a man grunting and swearing. You shut your eyes tightly for a moment before sighing stubbornly. Y/N didn’t want to waste anymore time remembering what happened, it was pointless. A part of you felt gross and weird. Your eyes narrowed in an annoyed manner, looking at the stuff you had to bring in. 

Maybe you didn’t want to bring in that stuff anymore. You looked around, there was a bakery and a coffee shop nearby on the beautifully constructed sidewalks. Each shop had a small garden or some sort of plant in the front. Roseville was old in an industrial sort of way but the shops, houses, and plant life made it have a rather beautiful aesthetic. Not only that but you enjoyed the weather. You sighed softly, deciding that you should just walk to the police station. Ignoring the lazy and depressing feeling you had, you decided to just walk to clear your head of the memories. And so, you locked the doors to the rental truck and began your little adventure.

“You realize what you’ve done, right?” Jonathan questioned you, his nostrils flaring slightly. In his eyes were a deep stare of concentration. You felt numb but remorseless, you kept your head down. 

“He was going to hurt me, Jon.” You mumbled to him, your eyebrows tightly knitted as you looked for any sort of agreement within his eyes. The man sighed deeply, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. Jonathan seemed tired.

“I know he was, kid... but you shot a man. You took a mans life. I understand you did it to defend yourself but the court might not see it that way.” He said.

“Well, I’m glad I did. He would’ve hurt more women. Innocent women.” You replied with bitterness in your voice. He sighed before sitting down, taking a moment to collect his thoughts. His eyes met yours as you looked away.

You thought about the incident a lot. You replayed your own screams in your head before the distinct sound of a gun fired in your ears. Before you even realized it, you were staring dead ahead, reliving it with intense focus. It’s not like you wanted to, it was automatic and you still didn’t process most of it. In fact, it felt like a dream. Y/N shut her eyes, exhaling sharply before looking at the man in front of her. Your eyelids rested, the numbness overcoming the raw feeling of the flashback you had just endured.

“There’s... a case in a city. A smaller city. If I talked to the others and reassigned you somewhere far, would you do it? We’ve known you for years and we care. I know that man could’ve hurt my wife, my daughter, my sister... we understand. Not many people know about this. We could help you.” He said.

“What do you mean? Won’t I be charged for it?” You asked him.

“Np, not if we... sweep this under the rug. But, if we do this then you have to do something in return. Do you want this?” He asked you. Your eyebrows lifted in surprise as you pondered his offer for a moment, you looked around the room.

“I-I do, but... will they actually do this? For me?” Y/N asked as he nodded. He seemed a bit gruff, just tired from the paperwork.

“We’ve discussed it but listen to me. You can’t tell anybody about this. We’re doing you a big favor, a huge one. The director said that more officers and detectives are needed in Roseville, he said they’d be glad to accept you. This will be a lot better than telling the court what happened.” He said.

“I, yeah, yeah.” You said, nodding in slight anticipation. Nonetheless, you were very grateful for this opportunity. 

“Whenever you’re ready then but it might have to be in the next week or two.” Jonathan said to you as he looked around, somewhat nervously.

“Thank you...” You replied a bit awkwardly, not sure how to display your gratitude for him. He only nodded with a small smile, patting your head. 

“Go home, kid. I’ll handle the guy.” He said as you nodded.

You sighed as you looked upwards, the sky was a mixture of purple and blue. This was your favorite type of weather. It brought peace and calmness. A small smile curled onto your lips when you thought of the old times, when you first experienced freedom and happiness. Your hands slid into your pockets as you continued to walk down the sidewalk, your gaze averting to the large building ahead. The Roseville Police Department, your future workplace. 

The building looked rather strange for a police department. It had gates and vines around it, it almost looked like a school. Then again, school was indeed prison. You didn’t think about school much, in fact, you hated it. You never could relate to the other teens. Aside from writing and art, you really enjoyed watching horror movies. Anything horror intrigued you, books and movies alike. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that you were a horror fanatic. Strangely, it sort of inspired you to pursue this career. You were always pretty tough, blood and gore never bothered you. Even when you went to a morgue, it brought a small feeling of peace knowing the deceased were at rest.

You got closer and closer to the station, quickly since you were so lost within your own thoughts. The doors to the station were wooden yet grey, very large. Y/N looked around, there were very few police cars. Maybe being understaffed wasn’t the problem, it’s the fact that they seemed to be very poorly funded. You pushed the large door open, looking around the inside of the station. It was very eerie and quiet but seemed very cozy. A perfect image of the nineties. With your arms crossed, you walked up to the front desk. There was a cup of coffee, you assumed it was cold and took another look around. There were medical beds and tons of chairs stacked together. Not only that but there were statues and paintings. The paintings seemed old but the faces were creepy. Upon staring at them, you soon found inspiration in their haunting gazes.

This was going to be an interesting job, you thought.

Jed Olsen sighed deeply as he looked through different piles of papers that were piled together. It was rather stressful to have to proof-read his coworker’s work. Some of the work he looked over was really badly written. No wonder somebody of his talents got that job really easily. Ever since he arrived at Roseville, he thought he made a good impact on the city. Roseville lived in fear and that’s how he liked it. 

As the young man’s thoughts turned towards his other line of profession, he smiled widely and rested his eyebrows. His name wasn’t actually Jed, it was Danny Johnson. Jed Olsen was the alter ego that Danny created when he came to this place. Aside from killing, writing was one of his professions. Danny was good at it and he even got to write about his own murders. It was exhilarating, to say the least. It brought excitement to this city, it brought excitement into his own life. The journalist façade was a great gig, he needed a job anyways. It was very convenient nobody questioned him or invited him to the bar. Then again, he was a bit younger so his coworkers didn’t bother to hang out with him much.

Danny looked around cautiously before pulling his bag towards him. He only carried around his camera. In his office, there weren’t any cameras and his door actually had a lock. There wasn’t anybody around since it was the evening and he decided to stay late to proof-read papers. His camera was black yet worn out and scratched up. Still, he chose to ignore it since that thing was his prized possession. Danny pretty much checked on it everyday to make sure it wasn’t broken and to just simply admire his work he did on it. 

“Hmm...” He hummed to himself as he clicked through the photos on it. He smirked looking through his work. 

His next murder was going to be perfect. Danny planned on getting more photos of Ghostface doing his heinous crimes. Jed Olsen managed to get photos of the serial killer taking pictures of his murders in rather cocky ways. And of course, the police had no idea that it was him who did it. The police here were amateurs that didn’t do their job right. It was incredibly easy getting away with the murders and surprisingly, the FBI didn’t get involved.  Oh well, the law enforcement probably had other things to deal with right now.

As he clicked through the photos, thinking about his next murders, his thoughts were interrupted when he heard the familiar chime of the front door open. Maybe it was his boss? Danny quickly put his camera away in his desk drawer and rushed to unlock his door. The Roseville Gazette was usually a quiet place. He looked up as he noticed a young woman at the front desk of the gazette. 

“Hey, how can I help you?” He asked, immediately switching to his Jed persona. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N. I was wondering if there was a Jed Olsen around here? I didn’t realize it was quiet here.” She said with a smile.

For a moment, Danny focused on her smile. It was a beautiful and genuine smile. Strange but not everybody was as shallow as his victims or the people he met. His gaze averted to her eyes and then her face. She was indeed a very beautiful person. A pleasant surprise, not that Danny ever indulged in romance. 

“You’re speaking to him.” He replied with a playful shrug.

Y/N stared at him for a second before raising her eyebrows in surprise. 

“Oh. well nice to meet you, Mr. Olsen.” You said as you extended your hand.

“The pleasure is mine.” Danny replied as he shook your hand.

The touch of your hand was rather soft. He didn’t know it yet but he felt slightly flustered. Danny never really met anybody that he considered attractive. Maybe he did but he never paid attention to that sort of thing. 

“Do you have time right now? Or wanna schedule a date to quickly go over your work?” You asked him.

“A date?” He asked blankly. Danny didn’t know what you meant but his brain took it in a romantic way since he thought you were pretty. Your eyebrows furrowed awkwardly in confusion as you nodded slightly with a small smile.

“Um, yeah... I can come back sometime or we can meet at a coffee shop. I’m a detective so... yeah.” You say, automatically getting awkward around people your age. Danny nearly facepalmed himself but his mind quickly went to darker places.

A new detective? A detective who wanted to talk to him one-on-one? None of the detectives decided they wanted to question him. Did this woman find something? Did she suspect him? She looked like she could be a psychologist or something so maybe she wanted to see how he’d react when explaining the Ghostface articles he wrote? He’d have to get her last name and see where she lived. Y/N looked like she’d be easy to kill.

“Jed?” She asked in concern.

“Oh, yeah. Definitely... I have time right now. Sorry, I just get zoned out when I think of the murders and the sick photos he took.” He apologized.

“Don’t be sorry, that type of stuff is something nobody can get used to.” You reassured him. Jed was actually quite handsome.

“Yeah, you’re right. Come into my office.” He said, signaling with his head where his office was. You followed him in.

The office was old. It seemed rather boring at first but that’s what office jobs are for, anyways. His desk was quite clean. Jed seemed to be a very organized person. It would make sense considering his work on the Ghostface murders. You took a seat across from his desk and smiled a bit as he sat down. You were a pretty diligent worker so got straight to the point.

“So, Jed... as you know, there’s an ongoing investigation on the Ghostface Murders that I was assigned to.” You began. Danny nodded, leaning back in his office chair comfortably. He stared at you intently, watching your expression as he worried.

“I took on the liberty of reading your work on the murders. You write about him in a very peculiar way... admirably, almost.” You said to him. Danny tried to hide his worry but he was trying to figure out a way to kill you quickly. Maybe you were FBI? You were already sharper compared to the other officers/

“Anyways, I really love your work, Jed. I’ve taken a personal interest in the Ghostface. And as a detective, I’d like to get to try and get to know him as best I can.” You said with a hint of excitement in your eyes.

“Get to know him…?” He replied, slowly reaching for the knife taped under his desk.

“With your work and your input, I could put together a psychological report on him. If we want to catch him, we should figure out what type of person he is first.” Y/N said.

Danny’s fingers stopped right above the knife. His hand slowly backed away from the bottom of the desk. So, she didn’t suspect him? Danny almost laughed out of relief and at her. He was stupid for thinking she could’ve found out he was Ghostface. Y/N only seemed to be interested in his work.

“Oh, I see… yeah, that would make sense.” He said to you as you crossed one leg.

“I’m glad you agree. I’m determined to catch him and maybe even see his motivation.” You replied to him. Danny’s eyes sparked for a moment as he stared at you.

“His motivation?” He asked as you thought for a moment.

“Probably sounds strange, I know but… he must have a reason, right? And I find it so interesting how he goes about his murders. I actually have a theory about him.” You explained.

You seemed to trust Jed Olsen. The other officers and detectives said he liked to bug and probe them all the time for more information regarding the murders and what their progress was like. And truth be told? There was very little they could go off of. Ghostface was too methodical and careful, left absolutely no trace of himself besides the pictures Jed retrieved. He was a hard-working journalist and you had a good feeling about him, anywyas.

He was also pretty cute.

“I don’t think it’s strange, at all. I’ve never seen any of the detectives so passionate about the case. They always brush me off… so, what’s this theory?” Danny asked you, watching your expressions.

“Well, I only just saw your work today but I thought about it when I walked here. Ghostface seems to be rather cocky, a common trait in younger men. But, since we never caught him or anything, I know he’s really careful with what he does. The murders are also premeditated. They’re too… clean and carefully executed even if it is a bloodbath.” You sort of rambled on.

A weird feeling tingled inside of Danny as you continued to explain your theory.

“He’s really cunning and methodical. And based on my other observations, I think he uses the murders as a way of expressing himself. I’ve read about other serial killers caught… they usually leave marks, take trophies, and know the victim in some ways. Or they’re just cold-blooded but not in his case. I think he sees the murders as a form of art or something along those lines.” You said to him.

His eyebrows raised in surprise. Who the hell was she? Danny thought for a moment. She was right, he did see his murders as art and something beautiful. Did she see it that way too? This woman was strange, indeed. As as young detective, he admired her naive nature.

“That would actually make sense… he does seem to make an unnecessarily big mess when killing and yet, the police can’t find anything on him? It makes total sense.” Jed replied.

“Right? Anyways, I was going to ask if you can type of a report or something along those lines. Give me every single detail you know about him and your analogy. Your input could be vital to solving this case.” You said, standing up.

“If you don’t mind me asking, detective, why are you so interested in him? You’re really passionate about this.” He said to you.

“I wanna understand him and see more of his artwork… it’s pretty fascinating. Also, you can just call me Y/N. Have that report ready in a week?” She asked him.

“Yeah, definitely.” Danny replied to you.

“See you then, Jed.” Y/N said as she nodded with a confident smile.

Y/N was indeed young and naive. Although, she didn’t share anything confidential, she placed a lot of trust into the journalist. Then again, why should she be untrusting of him? The young woman was so passionate, intelligent, and seemed to have a very strong sense of independence. Danny assumed she came here without any authority, taking matters into her own hands. A by-the-book cop? Maybe, maybe not. Danny found that strangely attractive. However, she might even hinder his efforts and catch him. He couldn’t let that happen, yet…

There was something so intoxicating about her. Danny never met anybody that was so compassionate and understanding to his cause. Maybe, he saw her motivation in his own twisted way. This woman wanted to understand him, to see things as he does. Nobody has ever went to that length for him. Not only that but, she had no problem talking about such grimey things in a way that she didn’t get disgusted. The man had a bit of a crazed stare in his eyes as he began to recall her features.

Detective Y/N, just who were you?

And so, the obsession begins.

[multiversemuses]

Happy Holidays, @houseofhaseul! As part of my Secret Santa gift for you (the other half can be found below), I wanted to put together a little aesthetic imagining for the softer version of our Coven universe. Here, days are golden and full of what’ll be cherished remembrances, and nobody dies. Romantic connections and friendships are formed but, best of all, a found family. 

Thank you so much for all the characters and ’verses we’ve created together (asdfghjkl; I can’t believe it’s going on six years since you applied to NYBN), and thank you from the bottom of my heart for your years of friendship! <3 I’ve loved every idea and creative avenue we’ve already explored, and I’m so excited for our adventures yet to come!!

(Secret Santa Part 2/2)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4DYWTSIMC3kvKf1B6YUGS6

~ A playlist of songs either directly from my muses’ music collection or whose sound + lyrics resonated with how I think they’d feel about their respective love interests in this softer world ~

Baby I'm A Fool - Melody Gardot - from Mina

I’ve always imagined her music tastes leaning toward this jazzy, sultry sound. I’m not sure how Alex comes into the picture in an alternate universe where she wasn’t sent with a purpose, but I like to think the push-and-pull between these two still exists. If I could overlay the time period when Mina is starting to lower her walls - though still not fully trusting Alex’s intentions just yet - with a little non-diegetic music, this is the type of mood I’d like to set on a night when they’re sharing drinks in Mina’s office after everyone else has gone to their rooms upstairs. 

That's All - Mel Tormé version - from Tarik

Tarik’s tunes consist of modern songs he can vibe to and music that was before his time but sounds great on vinyl. The main requirement I knew he’d have for a track representing his relationship with Archie is that it be something they could slow dance to in the greenhouse/their rooms together. The fact that this song in particular makes repeated references to “forever” and being resilient against the passage of time felt especially fitting considering Archie’s long life. I also like the pictures it paints, with years of hand holding and walks through nature. It suits them and warms my heart. 

I Love You - Sarah McLachlan - from Léonie

Given that Dominic doesn’t come to the academy for detective work in this universe, it felt reasonable to assume there’d be more of a longing-in-local-proximity feel to their dynamic here. They’d be aware of each other because Léonie picked up students from the station, but they might not often have an occasion to talk otherwise. Thus, they’d pine while passing each other on the streets in town until they finally grew weary of excuses not to take a chance and try.

Dream A Little Dream - Kina Grannis version - from Kayara

Being the old soul that she is, I thought a classic song covered by a modern artist would fit Kayara pretty well. Since a common quality time activity between them involves gazing at the night sky and making up their own constellations, I couldn’t help seeking out a song that centers around nighttime and speaks frequently of the stars. This song also has that sense of aching for each other while having to be apart, which was an element I wanted to include for our dear ones who must bide their time and keep their connection a secret.

It's You - Michelle Branch - from Sofia

This song comes up on shuffle on her phone when they’re studying together one night. While Alesha’s still looking down at her book, Sofia’s just openly gazing at her in profile with a soft smile. Is this likely their First Kiss song in the softer universe? *nods* Oh yeah. 100% a First Kiss song. If anything, the lyrics just gave it a blatant push of encouragement. Thank you, Michelle Branch.

Ordinary Day - Vanessa Carlton - from Nola

Phew, I was really going back to my middle school roots in this section of the playlist, wasn’t I? I have zero regrets because applying the song to their relationship was too cute to resist. I immediately became that little pleading face emoji imaging the gentler timeline for them. Danny and Nola get to make their sparkling connection and nothing tragic interferes with actually exploring that. Someone in the comments on YouTube remarked that this song has a Peter/Wendy feel to it. Setting aside how actual Peter Pan can be kind of terrifying, I am quite taken with the Disney parallel of a redheaded boy sweeping a girl with sandy brown hair away to a magical world that is technically accessible from her own, but only if she’s let in by someone from there who decides to trust her.

I've Just Seen A Face - The Beatles - from Rhett

Initially, I assumed Rhett’s track would be something he first heard in the garage with his dad, but it turned out to be a song played in the house by his mother instead. Persuading him to let me set any of his feelings to music in public posed a bit of a challenge in and of itself. However, I think he at least approves of the fact that this one’s not overwrought. It has a fun energy for our playful pranksters, the sort of thing I could imagine over a montage of their shenanigans, with their friends laughing and exchanging knowing looks in the background. 

Youth - Troye Sivan - from Mariette

I trusted my sister’s musical tastes for Ri’s selection, because they’d be such kindred spirits if Mariette existed in our world. I wanted something that captured the joy of a young love, a song that felt like a celebratory swan dive into deep feelings despite already suffering her first heartbreak. It’s the sort of thing she could use as a background track on social media with photos and/or video clips of her time spent making memories with Garrett.

Complicated - Fitz and The Tantrums - from Neve

A song with chaotic energy for our reckless-hookup-turned-relationship. This is absolutely in Neve’s iTunes library somewhere. It’s felt like Their Song to me ever since I heard it for the first time, and I could imagine her identifying with it during the early days of their relationship. The “I love to hate it” line is like, but do you really, though? Or is it the other way around? They’ll work it out and get to softer sentiments eventually. ;)

The Other Side - Betty Who - from Vanessa

I knew, for dearest Nessa’s track, I was looking for something that felt like it could fit in on a playlist with Dancing On My Own by Robyn, our cosigned Marty song from the Unconfessed Feelings Time. Betty Who’s style absolutely fits that bill. I was delighted that there was a reference to bike riding right out the gate, and I liked that this song managed to be full of wishful sentiments but not too angsty. It simply yet perfectly describes the way conversation flows between them, and how often they can stay up late into the night in their dorm room just chatting. The line about saying “I love you” when it’s likely to go unheard, at a time when she knows Marty’s still exploring with other people, adds that dash of temporarily unrequited that gives my heart pangs but doesn’t feel like it will last indefinitely. Someday Marty loving her right back will shift from the platonic variety to something romantic. Vanessa’s heart will be just as full of devotion when it does.

[rhymingtree]

Im typing this on Google Docs because Tumblr loves to crash on me.

I’m already loving the chapter from the title alone. I’m excited.

There's a face that we hide

Till the nighttime appears,

And what's hiding inside,

Behind all of our fears,

Is our true self...

K fine I’ll listen to the musical again.

But after this. I’ll do that after this.

Eyyy Ollie you hijo de puta howyadoiiin. Reveling in your own overconfidence again I see. Never change Ollie.

(F/N) couldn’t have gotten far but, at the same time, she could have gotten anywhere.

If only you knew.

My girl went on a little retreat to Wakanda, self reflecting and arguing with herself and having fun lil sparring matches with some of the best warriors in the fricking world. Boone did a Frankenstein in Princess Shuri’s lab. Babygirl & Co had the time of their lives.

DOCTOR NOOODLE

I wanna know what Ollie’s assistant’s name is. They need a raise, a vacation, a way out…

Have you seen the Devil Wears Prada? Ollie is Meryl Streep’s character and Assistant is Anne Hathaway.

(F/N) would screw up and he’d find her. And he wouldn’t be alone this time. He’d have the Winter Soldier by his side the entire time.

I truly hope that if that does happen, he just reaches over and chokes you so hard your face will be the same color as your hair

“Aerocell doesn’t belong to you.”

“You do.”

oof... that one's sick. I like that one.

Oh wow I love how differently Novak's nicknames for Ghostie and Ollie are. He straight up calls him boy in the most condescending way, like he's disciplining a kid he's unfortunately stuck with.

Though he condescends Ghostie a lot too there's also a balance of calling her a Goddess of War like she's a favorite of his.

Novak is such an interesting character. I hate myself for saying that but by god it's true

BUCKYYY

Poor boy is so stressed. Again. Darke you gotta give him a break soon... like a retreat of his own... to Wakanda..... y'know 😉😉😉

Maybe it wasn’t too hard to jump between an amnesiac assassin to psychotic soldier.

What, you think she has a type?

She does but it's not that. It definitely isn't that.

Damn right Walsh is the devil. He's ginger. one out of three of them have gotta be the spawn of Satan.

I love how Tony's building a suit specifically for fighting her. Like, you have the Hulk-buster and shit. But yeah, gotta make another one with more power to take her down.

I just wanna know why Ghost decided to stage it like that with Jack as Wraith. Right in front of Bucky, too. Maybe it's my memory failing me, but I don't think I ever read what their actual plan was when it came to that.

Right. In. Front of. Bucky. Damn.

“Nothing will be worse than being thrown off a Helicarrier.” Sam shrugged, glancing at Steve as he scoffed.

“Or being used as a human shield and then tossed out the window.”

Bucky raised a brow, sitting up in a flash with a shake of his head, “I didn’t do that.”

“Bucharest.” Steve nodded, coming to sit next to him with a smirk, “Right outta your apartment window.”

“Mhm,” Sam hummed, folding his arms over his chest, “Never even apologized.”

“If anything, he laughed,” Steve said with a groan as he reclined on the sofa.

“I did not.” Bucky started before he paused. Steve shot him a sideways glance, raising an unconvinced brow before Bucky managed to crack a smile, “Okay. I may have laughed.”

Just a couple of dudebros reminiscing their dudebro shenanigans back in the better dudebro day when everything was easier and their girlfriends weren't faking their death and conspiring with the supposed enemy.

— “You okay?” he asked, pressing a kiss to her nose. —

— “I love you,” (F/N) said quietly, nuzzling against his chest as he tugged on his bedsheets to lay them over the both of them. —

Ow.

The Danny flashbacks hurt more than anything though. I'm fine.

Oh. Never mind.

—Wraith paused a moment before he relaxed, knocking his helmet against (F/N)’s forehead with a sigh. —

It's 10 in the morning Darke, dial it down.

��I know he is. He’s Ghost,”

Ew. No.

nooo they're leaving Wakanda

NOOOOO don't leaaaaave i like it there

Yay Wakanda best place on earth

You’d spent most of the day cooped up in your room, staring over Birnin Zana as though it would be the last time you’d get to enjoy a view that magnificent.

It probably would be.

No don't say that. 🥺 It's nice here.

Hehe I'm imagining Ghost in an elevator full of the Dora with like spears poking out and passive aggressive glaring all while royalty free elevator music is playing.

Wakanda probably has better elevator music but it's still hilarious.

HYDE GHOST MAKES HER APPEARANCE

And she's as violent and intrusive as always 😌 i'm cheering for you Hyde.

I probably shouldn't though, but you go Hyde Ghost.

Hehe You rolled your eyes at yourself. Yes I do it a lot, it's the most accurate this has ever been as a reader insert.

Oh no. Boone and Shuri are teaching each other. Oh no. This is it, they're gonna take over the world.

Yay, Belov is calling her Batman again.

If only she had that Wayne money too.

I love how they're stalking Ollie and he doesn't even know it.

The difference in tone with Hyde Ghost and Ghost is hilarious. But I'm still scared, they're agreeing on things now.

This is my fault, I'm the one cheering for her.

I love my science girlies science-ing even though I have no idea what they're talking about.

“They will no longer be used to harm, but to protect.”

I love Shuri.

Hello Raffa, mi corazon

“No.” You shook your head quickly, “I-I was just thinking out loud.”

That’s just fancy talk for talking to yourself, stupid.

Hyde Ghost, the middle school bully.

I love him, he's so caring.

Honestly I love how caring and observant everyone on their team is. The fact that they all know their tells when something is wrong shows how well they can communicate as a team and how much they care about one another.

“Just, promise me something? Don’t lose yourself this time.”

“I don’t wanna disappoint you.”

“You won’t.”

Gimme a minute, I just gotta go to my lil corner and weep.

The twins and their android makes it sound like Pietro and Wanda share the same phone wtf

He was going to have to come up with something to get rid of them.

wandavision wa-wandavision wandavision wa-wandavision ✨✨wandavisioooon✨✨ tentetenten WANDAVI-

If only he hadn’t talked Rumlow into blowing himself up; Brock seemed to have the best ideas…when he wasn’t ranting and raving about killing Captain America.

Brock needed a hug and some therapy. Lots of therapy. Possibly a straightjacket.

 In another world, he and Oliver would have been the perfect team; they could’ve been equals.

IN ANOTHER WORLD!? Well golly jee, just wAit until you hear about a lil spell a certain neurosurgeon a few blocks away can cast.

He'll get flabbergasted with his variants. Imagine how crazy they would be.

Oh god, what if there's a variant of Ollie that is exactly, transparently Alpha One Ollie. Like. A wee baby with no affiliations with Nazis and only joined the military for free college but got dragged into Aftermath because he was talented and Weston plucked him out just before he could start dreaming about having no student loans. Maybe he wanted to go into theatre, the acting is innate and he would've been happy there if it weren't for Aftermath throwing that wrench into his plans.

Now that's a meeting I'd pay to see. The anger and disappointment on Wraith!Ollie's face and the absolute horror on the other's. Hehehe.

I love how Ollie's so confident in his lil observations when he's gotten so much so wrong already.

PETER NOOO DON'T FALL FOR HIS ✨Fabricated World✨

His rage had blinded him, pushing him over the edge to be so easily manipulated, he was nothing more than a marionette.

That is genuinely so demented what the fuck.

EW IS HE FLIRTING WITH NAT

EW EW EW GET AWAY FROM HER EW

I think im gonna puke why DID HE WINK AT HER

STOP

Tony is me. I too need someone else to send my ass to bed.

He was way too damn close to her. She was way too damn comfortable with him.

RIGHT!? IT IS. DISGUSTING.

I spent months yelling at Clint to figure it out, now I gotta yell at Nat?

I don't wanna do that she's terrifying, she might yell back. Or worse.

“You got such pretty eyes, princess.”

Now this is the kind of flirting I like 😌

Did Belov just say Athena had lice

oh my god

“You are our hamster.”

“Guinea pig.”

“Whatever.”

Belov is an icon.

And Ghost is reckless what do you mean you're going alone?

Hyde!Ghost, where the heck are you and why aren't you saying anything?

ATHENAAAAA

woah that's so cool

“Whee!” Boone screeched with a giggle as she went flying into Belov and the two landed in a heap.

I love her

That was awesome I can't wait to see Athena in more action

Ollie's face hasn't healed yet, I just realized. Either Jack did such a bad number on him that his own serum is taking a while, or his serum is getting faulty.

Neither conclusion is in Ollie's favor.

“And Walsh is surprisingly likable.”

He really was. When he was nice and endearing and young.

YAY NEW SUIT NEW SUIT

We're gonna need reference pictures for the new suit baby

“I think you’ve done enough thinking for a few months,” you said, folding your arms over your chest with a grin, “Maybe a few years.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She waved you off, “I’ll take a vacation when this is all over.”

When will it be over?

Please, these guys need a break so bad.

PARIS

WE'RE GOING BACK TO PARIS WE'RE GOING BACK TO PARIS

“Anything for a friend, yes?”

“Yeah,” you said, “Anything.”

“If you should require any assistance…” T��Challa started before you finished for him.

“I’ll pitch a tent outside the border,” you said, earning yourself a chuckle. You grinned nodding to the Queen Mother as the two of you passed the throne room before you sent a wink toward the Princess from where she stood before the Queen. You turned to him, “The same goes for you. Anytime. Anywhere. You need something. I’ll be there.”

Feels like this is gonna lead up to something cool... I have a gut feeling but I'm probably wrong.

Nooo we're leaving paradise

and we're leaving everybody

nooooo

“I will admit,” General Okoye said from the pilot’s chair, a small smile on her face, “It was a good fight, Ispihiro. Next time, I will be ready.”

“Next time, I want to be fighting by your side, not against you.”

I love them.

Bucky...

Bucky.

Oh 🥺 Buckyyyy

PARIS WE'RE GOING BACK TO PARIS

Mwehehehehe this is gonna be fun

Darke.

DARKE

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this but it was so worth the wait I love it.

I gotta get all my thoughts in order and there's plenty of time to tell them to you later so just know. I love it.

We're going back to Paris we're going back to Paris we're going back to fricking PARIIIIS

CHAPTER 88: JEKYLL & HYDE

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

&

To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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You growled lowly, the snarl scaring a scientist as you forced yourself up the stairs, “Shut up—”

“I haven’t even said anything yet.”

You paused with a blink, snapping your gaze up at the man in front of you as he stared down at you.

Raffa was leaning against the railing, watching you intently as you took a slow step to his side.

“Where the hell did you come from?” you asked in confusion, glancing up at the suite that you swore he’d been in.

“Were you talking to yourself?” he hummed, looking you over skeptically as you turned away from him.

Yes.

“No.” You shook your head quickly, “I-I was just thinking out loud.”

That’s just fancy talk for talking to yourself, stupid.

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