#dc x dp x mlb

[ew-selfish-art]

Dp x Dc x ML AU: Sam changes her major to Fashion to piss off her mother, and hey, she’s good at altering pink shit into gothic gowns. Her new TA Marinette isn’t what she appears and... Marinette’s boyfriend looks just like Danny? 

Sam, Danny, Tucker are all roomies as they attend Gotham U (well, Danny’s taking online classes- Ghost king duties are a bitch) and it’s time for Sam to change her major.

Sam started off in Plant Bio and that was great and she loved it until (A) She realized that to do real science she couldn’t rely on her connection to the Green and that it would skew her work and that (B) Pamela was fucking loving it. Pamela was doing the polite society equivalent of screaming from the rooftops about how smart Sam was to be a STEM major at GU and it made Sam feel gross about it. So… She switches to Fashion Design.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a PhD student working on a new specialized fabric (It’s for hero costumes not that anyone knows it yet), and is Sam’s TA for the semester. 

After her first class, She and Mari and her kind of hit it off, like, incredibly well. Mari explains that she knows the style Sam is going after because of her love for Jagged Stone and then they bond over Humpty Dumpty. 

Eventually they’ll bond over video games (Sam admits she sucks at UMS3 but would gladly kick her ass in Doomed). They start meeting in Mari’s office hours (which no one else goes to except for in cram weeks) and getting coffee.

Then one Damian Wayne appears and -BOOM Twin AU- Why the fuck does he look just like Danny? 

Anywho: It’s been on my mind for a bit and I’ve started to write it. So uh, you can read it here if you’d like. 

[afanofmanyships]

dc x dp x mlb

The whole world going crazy about loved ones coming back to life.

Parisian’s, Amity Parker’s, & Gotham: “Oooh bummer~”

[minnesota-fats]

Thank you for answering my ask!

I can see Bruce and Maddie meeting because of Science and interestingly enough, Maddie and Jack have an open relationship. I don't know why but I do ( on the flip side Vlad will self-destruct on that revelation )

How do Ra's, Talia, and Bruce himself think about Danny, his powers, and being the Ghost King? And Jack and Maddie who raised him?

Also, I find the thought hilarious if Bruce did have a 4th blood child( I'm counting Dani/Ellie ), it's freaking Marinette from Miraculous Ladybug, and JL, DP, and MLB are all on the same Earth.

Ironically Marinette was conceived the same way, drunken nightstand while in a high brow Gala in Paris with Sabine being a server, and shortly after that she met Tom, fell in live, and he raised her as his daughter.

At least Danny and Marinette can bond over them fighting fruit loops who should get a pet cat.

And the JL wasn't really on the up and up about what's going on in Paris because A) Everything gets fixed in the end and B) Kwami hijinks did a notice me not kind of Harry Potter spell until Constantine or Bruce starts poking around there. And C) Clockwerk may had helped keeping the secret because he owned the Kwami a favor.

Poor Damian once he finds out about that on top of still believing with his entire chest that Bruce + Selina = Dani will forever think that his Father, The Batman, is a Hoe 🤣

OH MY GODS THE CHAOS!!!!

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Vlad would be so mad! And he would bitterly be sitting in the corner at a gala in Gotham and Danny would SO rub it into his face like: “oh look at how cool my second DAD is, dont you think so Vlad???” With the smuggest smirk anyone has ever seen on the boy. All the bats would be confused but Jazz (who is also there) is like: “don’t worry about it, Vlad deserves this.” Leaving the Batfam confused because this was Jazz—the voice of reason—Fenton. Then Elle would join in and just be fuckin brutal, “haha, bitch! bet you wish you were him huh?” And vlad storms off to sulk in peace. (Or try to anyway, there is no peace when there are ghost kids about!)

—

Ra’s would be bitter that the ghost king wasn’t his heir but would ultimately try to obtain Danny as a resource. Talia would be ok with Danny being the ghost king because what better way to have her son be protected than have his half brother be the king of the dead as well as having an obsession dedicated to protecting the people he cares about. Bruce would be devastated that his eldest bio son died before he was able to meet him but would quickly move on when he realizes that it doesn’t change the fact that Danny is his bio son. Ra’s Talia and Bruce all agree that the Fenton’s are very interesting people to say the least.

—

Tbh, Im not completely into the whole Miraculous x DC x Danny Phantom crossover. But I do vibe with the whole, Danny and Marinette bonding over having to fight crazy adults that need therapy. Also its Wayzz that Clockwork owes a favor to and he just puts Paris in its own little time bubble where time flows normally but the outside world is just getting signals from alternate reality Paris where nothing wins wrong.

—

Dani/Elle: “HA- your bio-dads a whore!”

Dami: “shut up!”

Danny: “your my clone so he is technically your bio-dad too.”

Danny/Elle: “HA- our bio-dad’s a whore!”

Marinette: “I don’t know how I got into this situation, I just want to draw in PEACE???”

And as said before, there is no peace when there are ghost children about. (Also batkids)

[ggomos-maribat]

Fight for the Throne: First Kill

Part 5.1 of Heirs Apparent | AO3

Masterlist

CW: Depiction of death, trauma, mild violence

An assassin's first kill wasn't always their most important.

But to Marinette, it was.

For as long as she could remember, she had always been one step behind her brothers. At around age three, the boys' training had begun. At four, they were masters of combat. At five, they had their first kills and missions. Yet Marinette was always left behind, never allowed to join them in their training.

And so she fought back.

She worked twice as hard to prove herself and show her family that she wasn't fragile. Whenever Danyal and Damian were out on missions during the day, she trained with her mother. At night, she practiced weapons on her own and simulated her own battles in her head until her brothers came back home. It took a hundred tries of each move until her deeply-seated frustration was quelled, and a hundred more before she deemed it perfect.

Technically, Ra's never forbade her to learn fighting—she was just never an option to be an heir so the demon saw no point in wasting resources to train her. But Talia was more than willing to mold her into a true assassin, perhaps one better than either of her siblings.

"Your stature is not a weakness; it's an advantage. Use it," Talia ordered sharply as Marinette got up again and raised her fists in front of her.

The girl nodded once and adjusted her blows, strategizing another way to strike a weak point in her opponent. Unfortunately her mother was as unrelenting, dodging her attack and bringing her down on the mat once more. Marinette had lost count how many times she had to pick herself up from the ground but she didn't care as long as she made progress. After a couple weeks, she was accustomed to the rhythm of fighting with Talia, memorizing which defenses worked best to protect herself. A month passed and her attacks were actually coming across, even more so when she was using weapons.

Though Talia was a harsh teacher, Marinette saw her as a better one than her brothers' tutors. Her mother knew her exact tendencies—which foot she favored, which side she approached from—and effectively used it against her. Then Marinette would learn to move without bias, to control her body in order to manipulate the attacker. She would rarely receive praise for her development, which was fine since she'd always think there was more to improve.

But her ultimate goal was to finally get her grandfather's approval for her to go out on missions. It didn't matter who he preferred to carry on the legacy.

All she wanted was to be able to protect her family.

One day, she was granted a trial: if she passed it, she would be given the same privileges as her brothers, and that included going on missions.

Marinette had her knuckles scarred and her skin bruised with training until the day came. She refined her abilities as if the trial were the only thing she was born for and lived to fulfill.

That day there was a fighting ring, an assassin of the League to battle with, and her grandfather, mother, and brothers watching by the sidelines. The task was simple.

Kill.

So that's what she did.

At each step, she could hear a voice at the back of her head guiding her every move, a voice that sounded like Talia. She barely struggled against her opponent, who laid motionlessly on the ground after she was done piercing him through the chest with a small knife.

For the first time, Marinette let herself feel pride and bask in the exhilaration of victory. She smiled widely, relieved that her restless training had paid off. But when she turned around, she saw her family's expressions.

Ra's, of course, wasn't too expressive. He gave her one nod of acknowledgement and stepped out. Talia, as always, had an unreadable face which Marinette never bothered to decipher. But her brothers . . .

She had never seen such raw horror from them—Danyal's jaw unhinged, hands shaking, and Damian's eyes glazed over as he stared at her.

As if she had just become a monster, she thought while slowly lowering the bloodied knife.

At the age of six, Marinette al Ghul had her first kill.

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Dick was first to wake up inside the small cell the three of them were held in. He found himself slumped against Tim, and immediately shifted around to see where they were. Cold metal bars touched the back of his hand just to his left side. The only lights in the room came from flimsy bulbs hanging high above them and the tiny window at the back wall. It was eerily quiet, and the smells of the room were of dust and dirt, slightly metallic.

Dick patted his pockets. They took our phones . . . everything we had. Beside him, Tim and Jason were beginning to stir. That was when he fully remembered the danger they were in: the League of Assassins had kidnapped them. Damian was nowhere in sight.

Before he could spring to his feet to find some way out, footsteps echoed into the narrow corridor going past their cell. A girl was led by two assassins to the cell—Dick recognized her from the bus earlier that day. Earlier today? But how long have we actually been out? How far did we go?

The assassins pushed the girl into the cell and she complied without any word, taking the opposite side to sit across from them. It was then when Dick noticed that she was not anymore clad in her civilian outfit like he remembered, but in a dark outfit that looked like it could be a League uniform. Even in the lack of lighting, he was able to get a better look at her: rounded cheekbones, sharp blue eyes, and dark hair swept back in a ponytail. What he thought was the most striking thing about her, however, is how much she resembled Talia al Ghul.

"So . . . any idea where we are?" Jason was first to break the ice, running a hand through his hair.

The girl raised an eyebrow, stood up, and lifted herself to peek out the small window using a rock protrusion on the wall. Dick himself wondered what she saw outside. "A League base," she answered, "But not the base I know."

Her English was sharp and clean, devoid of any traces of the French accent Dick had previously heard from her. Who she was on the bus must be all a facade.

"What do you mean by that?" Tim asked.

"This place is very much like a League base," she explained, sitting back down. "But I've never stepped foot in here. Must be a new place."

The League. An assassin. This sudden kidnapping. The unanswered questions were almost too overwhelming for Dick. But he had one important query above all others. He looked straight at the girl. "Who are you?"

She stared back at him, unfazed. "Who do you think I am?"

Dick fell silent. He didn't know if he was prepared for the answer to that.

When none of them answered, the girl spoke again. "I'm sure you detectives can figure it out on your own." She waved a nonchalant hand. "You can call me Marinette, by the way."

Jason narrowed his eyes, jerking into a tense and guarded position. "You know about . . . that?"

"Of course I do. If I didn't hear it from Damian, I would've guessed on my own."

That was another one of Dick's questions. So she did know Damian and was seemingly in contact with him on a regular basis. Dick shuddered as it dawned on him how well his little brother hid his secret. He wondered if he even knew Damian at all—he'd seen the boy fight a million times, but in that moment when he saw the two strangers fighting alongside the former assassin, it felt like Damian was another person.

And the mere statement by the girl confirmed the truth for them.

"So why were we taken here?" Tim did his own sweep of the place.

"Not a hundred percent sure. The other faction's been hung up on deciding who gets to lead the League." Marinette shrugged. "If the arena outside has anything to do with it, I'd say they're going to make the three of us fight for it."

"Other faction?" Jason echoed.

"Of the League. There has been a split ever since Ra's died." There was a flash in her eyes. "I knew they'd finally come to get us but I'd rather they didn't take any hostages."

Dick saw Tim shifting beside him. He'd heard of the death of Ra's about a year ago, but never considered the aftermath. For a short period of time, he expected Talia to make a move and try to bring Damian back to inherit his 'right', but nothing noteworthy happened.

"Then we have to get out of here as soon as we can." Dick touched the bars holding them in. Brute force the lock? Pick it? Trick one of those assassins to free us? He couldn't think of too many options, and at the same time he was wary about being in an unfamiliar place.

"I don't think we can," said Marinette.

Dick's head whipped towards her. "Why not?"

Her tone was cold and stern, almost reminding him of Bruce. "I know you little birdies want to be freed immediately but I've seen a bit of the place before I came here. We're up against a couple hundred assassins, we have no weapons, no escape route out of here. And even if you can fend for yourselves, there's no telling what they will do to the other civilian hostages."

Her head tilted slightly. "And they have eyes and ears everywhere. Even if we did come up with a plan, it's useless."

Dick remembered that Marinette had companions of her own in that bus who were also around her age.

Jason frowned. "You're saying we have to wait for help?"

"I'm saying we can't do anything rash and it's better to save our energy for when we can get an opportunity to escape."

Dick slumped against the wall. A part of him wanted to argue, but another knew that she was right. What about Damian? Where could he be right now? Did they hurt him?

Marinette fiddled with the sleeve of her outfit. "How long do you think it will take your family to notice you're gone?"

Dick snorted. "B? Maybe forty-eight hours minimum. But Alfred . . . five hours. He'll know when something's wrong."

She nodded. "Then there's a guarantee that someone is going to send help for us."

"What about you? Your parents—"

"I'd rather not talk about me."

It was Tim who pressed on, probably already brimming with curiosity. "Why not? Why did Talia and Damian hide you—no, the two of you for so long?"

"Again, not taking any questions. The less you know, the better." Marinette looked away from them.

"But—"

Dick put a hand on Tim's shoulder to stop him, shaking his head. There were a lot of things he didn't know about Marinette, but she could be in a bad environment or being taken by the League was calling back unwanted memories. He figured that Talia must have sent her to Europe to live a normal life since she seemed like an ordinary civilian back on the bus, save for when the emergency struck.

He took a better look at her, wishing that he had the same level of body language reading ability as Cass. Her posture, her expression and hardened eyes were clear signs of a child who broke free from the League like Damian. But his gut feeling was telling him that there was something more to it.

"Don't look at me like that," she muttered.

"Like what?" Dick blinked.

"Like I'm some feral problem child that you have to tame."

"I don't—I'm not—"

"Is this how you saw Damian when he first came to the manor?"

Dick suddenly remembered his earlier encounters with the boy. He had seen a child who suffered under high expectations, a trained soldier who was raised to be the perfect killer. That was why Damian often lashed out. What Dick didn't know back then was that Damian was a boy who had just been separated from his original family.

"It's not . . ." He began to say but couldn't find the right words.

Marinette's smile was almost mocking. Humorless. "Yeah, you don't need to say anything. I know what you think of me."

"Look, we don't know anything about you, and the demon spawn wasn't exactly the friendliest when we first met," Tim reasoned.

"Well lucky for you I have no interest in the Robin mantle and you'll never see me again after we get out of here." The girl crossed her arms.

"You know we can't leave it at that," said Dick, "We still need some answers." He knew that Tim would be dead set on investigating Damian's siblings when he got the chance to. Bruce, too, of course if he would come to find out.

"Answers you won't hear from me and I'd like it if you won't investigate any further. No . . . I'll make sure you don't." Marinette scowled, combing a hand through her hair in annoyance. "Just this once stop sticking your noses where they don't belong and forget you ever met me or Danny-akhi after this. I assure you, you're going to regret it if you don't."

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[ness123]

Ok, então nós sabemos que o Danny está totalmente ferrado mentalmente, certo? entre seus pais loucos, negligentes e abusivos, o bullying, o tratamento absurdo da escola, o fato de seus melhores amigos terem visto ele morrer e da Sam ter matado ele uma segunda vez, toda a situação com fantasmas em que ele se sente inseguro de onde esta é ter que lutar para que ele, seus amigos e família estejam seguros.

Eu como vejo Danny Phantom e Batman sendo misturado bem pelo trauma, o garoto é um desastre ambulante eu ainda vou fazer uma lista de traumas depois, mas o outro que vai bem é Miraculous e eu não vejo os três juntos com frequência sejam como irmãos ou amantes, eu quero ver Danny e Marinette juntos a amizade deles seria incrível e estar na mesma sala que os dois seria indutor de colapso em qualquer um o trauma que eles despejariam de maneira tão casual porque para eles seria normal que dizer você não pode deixar de ver o paralelo?

Ambos tem poder demais, poder que nenhum deles quis e foi forçado (sim, Marinette foi forçado as jóias mágicas estavam no quarto a dela Fu à ameaçou, ele sabia quem ela era, onde morava, e entrou em seu quarto sem que ninguém percebece era uma ameaça) Marinette não podia fugir da magia e Danny morreu pelo portal se tornando em um halfa com poderes que não podia controlar, em uma casa com caçadores de fantasmas( ele deve ter sentido-se encurralado por todos os lados com medo das pessoas que ama e deveria proteger-lo) os dois tem muito trauma individual que fica para outra hora, por agora o trauma compartilhado, os dois foram forçados sem treinamento ou aviso prévio a lutar para proteger as pessoas que amam e uma cidade inteira porque ninguém mais faria, os dois mais tarde tem que lidar com a noção de que um erro, uma decisão única aparentemente mundana causa o fim do mundo, os dois tem que lidar com o fato de que eles são a única coisa que impede o mundo de desmoronar( Danny tem Sam e Tucker e Marinette tem Adrien e Tikki mas a relação de poder não é igual, principalmente com Marinette e Adren, Fu não permitindo isso e Marinette estava muito traumatizada com Chat Blanc para ser de outra forma não existia o dito equilíbrio e harmonia em lugar nenhum desde o início), ambos acabaram com cargos que não desejavam que tem um peso enorme( A Guardiã e O Rei Fantasma), eles são ambos detentores do equilíbrio de certa forma(a vida e a morte, a criação e a destruição (e sim ela nem sabe quem é o Chat Noir, mas ele não tem tanto poder quanto ela e já foi confirmado que ele é um sentimostro ela vai acabar com aquele anel)) eles não podem fugir de quem são, do que sentem mas não podem fazer nada além de sorrir olhar pra frente e continuar mesmo que provavelmente pareça uma repetição sem fim, e que é seu próprio infermo na terra, mesmo que ninguem ouça, que sempre tenham um grito preso em sua garganta que não da pra soltar ,eles não podem então empurram a dor e injustiça do mundo pra baixo e sobrevivem de café, determinação e racor(porque deus não ha como essas crianças terem tempo para dormir).

São duas crianças que têm o mundo contra eles, que ficaram desapontados pelos adultos em suas vidas, que tiveram que viajar pelo tempo, enfrentar a morte e lutar com as ameaças de fim do mundo, enquanto escodem isso para se manter seguros mesmo que isso afete suas vidas civis sendo criticados a cada passo colocado sobre pressão, tendo responsabilidades que não deveriam ter sido deles, encarando o fato de que estão sozinhos enquanto enfretam megalomaníacos idiotas, que acham que tem direito a algo e não se importam com as pessoas ao seu redor machucam, (apenas teimosia e despeito é o que os impedem de colapsar) e por serem programas infantis não abordam bem mas os terrores que essas crianças soldados devem levar em suas mentes. Os pesadelos sem igual, eles são inteligentes, criativos e viram o pior do mundo, o que está lá faria qualquer um chorar e o fato de eles terem tantos traumas que em algum ponto eles já não sabem que não é normal.

Eles se entenderiam teriam visões diferentes do mundo mais reconheceria o que os outros acreditam, mesmo que não concordem com isso, como consequência de anos de terror o alivio de que há alguém que entende e tentando te ajudar(com conselhos questionáveis ​​e humor duvidoso é claro).

[dyinggirldied]

a fun thing based on my short post (https://www.tumblr.com/dyinggirldied/747143420904161280/undereage-superheroes-on-the-rise-a-morally-and?source=share)

it's a single newspaper page based on what i imagined it would be. presumedly, there are more info after that but the first page will be something like this.

poor danny will be dragged in as an example of what underage vigilante can do to you (cough* dead *cough), almost a propaganda until danny himself comes forwards. but yeah, his 'death' will be used to promote against both underage superheroes and vigilante.

poor peter also but tom holland's scene of him walking while his classmates surrounding and recording him was so memorable so i also put him here though you might notice his coming out is left vague. because canva literally hates me and the text was a jumble mess every time i type and because there isn't much space.

the only ones who gets away relatively are ladybug and chat noir. but you might notice the tidbit with the reddit post which is based on The Growing Pains of Child Soldiers and if you know, you know. marinette is NOT having a good time.

[preciouslittletoonette]

I wanna put these kids in situations

[starwrighter]

Dude, get a restraining order

(Prompt) (Ao3 link)

(The results from the poll have arrived!! You have chosen unintentional Yandere Damian! )

Danny had a feeling the next several months were going to suck. Out of everyone in his school, he'd been the one picked for the whole "Transfer student," nonsense. With his reputation, you'd think he'd be the last person you'd want to show off out of state.

Regardless, Danny was chosen, and now he was on a plane headed to New Jersey Gotham. "The City of Crime" sounds like a blast and a half. All the rouges and criminals that wouldn't be his problem to deal with. It seemed like heaven in theory, but Danny knew with his luck he'd be getting mugged left, right, and center.

Pressing his face against the window, Danny allowed his mind to wander. To the portal, the friends who wouldn't be here to support him, to the ghosts who didn't want to kill him. Dani and Val were going to pick up the slack back home but that wouldn't help with the rumors no doubt going around about Phantom's disappearance. He could only hope he still had a secret identity when he got home.

Maybe if he did crime against the local vigilantes he'd get sent home early...

No, the rouges and local criminals did that on a daily basis they wouldn't crack from a little trolling. Or maybe they would? Then again, Red Hood used guns and the current Robin ran around with a real ass god-damn sword so trolling was a bad idea.

In all honesty, Robin was intimidating even with the little information he had about him. All he had were blurry, articles from various news outlets and attempted interviews with some ridiculously persistent reporter. Robin sounded more cryptic than he was! The entire concept of a teenager his age manifesting out of the shadows and chasing him with a katana would forever be his biggest concern during his stay in Gotham.

When the plane touched down Danny was left in a busy airport terminal. Vague instructions from his teachers and chatter from the employees trying to get him out onto the street as soon as possible were all he had to go off right now. Also, a brochure that he was 90% sure was all bullshit.

Gotham's air felt closer to smoke than it was anything breathable. Burning his nostrils, a scent of gas and cigarette smoke pretty much engulfed the city. It was so bad the second he took a breath, his core jolted, snapping into gear, not allowing anything to enter his lungs before it filtered. He'd never been so glad about dying until now, and never had he ever been as impressed in a population as he was now.

Danny had only been here for ten minutes or so but he'd already come to the conclusion that Gothamites were as metal as amity parkers. Wandering through the city, Danny tried to keep his face neutral. Not a smile or the slightest tell that he wasn't from here. He'd rather not get mugged before he reached his apartment. Though, maybe a fatal injury would get him sent home early.

Looking down at the map on his phone, Danny drew closer to the apartment building he'd been assigned to stay at. Supposedly, it was closer to the rich kid school he'd be temporarily attending. Why they decided it was okay for a teenager to live by himself in Gotham was a complete and total mystery. He could only hope he wouldn't die a second time during his stay.

Getting the key from the front desk was a much easier process than he'd thought It'd be. But it could never be quick enough. His suitcases were heavy!! And he was so very very tired. When he got into his apartment he tossed his suitcases onto the floor, inspecting the place he'd be staying for the next few months. It pretty good setup, a bathroom with a combined bath and shower, a tiny kitchen for cooking, and a small bedroom with a twin XL mattress. Grey sheets that Danny didn't quite trust were clean. Danny barely had the time to settle in before he was pelted with schedules, school rules, and uniform requirements.

His uniform as supplied by the school was a navy blue blazer with the school label embroidered on the pocket. A tie striped black and blue tucked into a stuffy-looking dress shirt. Overall it felt more like he was dressing up for one of Vlad's stupid Gala's than it did school.

He wasn't given any time to unpack, not a second to relax or get used to his surroundings. Nope! He was expected to pack up his school supplies and head to school right away! Seriously, not a minute before the front office was asking where he was, as if offended he didn't teleport to school the moment he touched down.

The school itself was intimidating. Twice the size of Casper High, it looked like a private school. It also looked like a school where he'd face severe bullying. Just from looking at the entrance, he could tell this building had proper equipment down to the most obscure of clubs. Kids rushed past him some looking panicked as a school bell rang while others just seemed annoyed.

He strolled leisurely through the school hall on the way to the office. There was no rush, he didn't even want to be here. What were they going to do? Send him home? Oh no, what a tragedy! Snickering under his breath, Danny scrolled through the avalanche of texts Vlad was sending him. All of them pertaining the same message of "Get your ass to school you're making me look bad!" It almost convinced him to skip but the pissed-off edge to the office lady's voice in their last phone call was enough to goad him into creeping into the office.

A face of thinly veiled annoyance rested on the desk lady's face. He could barely get a word out before a school map and schedule were shoved into his hands. A bare-bones explanation of the school rules was given along with his school ID before he was all but shouted at to get to class.

You'd think there'd be an adjusting period where they'd walk him through everything and let him get settled in at his own pace, but nope! This is Gotham! Apparently, that's not how they roll with transfer students. It's like they wanted him back in amity as much as he did.

He wasn't sure if he liked that or not...

(I don't know who want's to be tagged for this one)

[oldfangirl81]

"Am I getting abducted!?!"

"What?"

"Is this a threat?! I have no plans to leave the country anytime soon."

"Maybe it will be a good thing. A surprise vacation?"

"I think being abducted is more likely."

[dead-girl-tells-stories]

DC x DP Prompt

In the Danny Phantom Universe, the DCU is an MMORPG referred to as the DCGU and Miraculous Ladybug is a drama series for kids.

In the DCU, Miraculous Ladybug and Danny Phantom are beloved animated TV series.

In the MLBU, The DCU are comics, Danny Phantom is a console game, etc...

Basically what I'm trying to say is that all of these universes exist in the same universal bubble but can/do not directly interact with each other. But they are aware of each other on some level thus the games and TV shows.

But imagine if someone (or everyone) did something a bit ( really fucking) stupid and all of these universes combine into one.

I'm imaging that things would get chaotic very quickly.

[fanbliss]

So Marinette moves to Gotham for ( insert reason) and a few weeks later finds a kid with blue eyes and black hair in her studio/ apartment sitting on the counter with a half empty cookie jar and a cookie in his mouth looks like a deer cought in headlights one night, the night that she was finally sent to sleep by Tikki because she's been awake for four days and just walks over to the kid and puts him on her lap and falls asleep on the couch.

[soulless-bex]

“mlb/dp x batman crossovers don’t make sense”

im sorry, in what world does bruce wanting to help the overworked adoption-bait teen hero with the weight of the world on their shoulders not make sense?

[mikami1992]

Crazy Idea No. 8

Danny ends up under Bruce's guardianship and it is there that he learns of the anti-ecto acts and begins to try to repeal them…

The bad thing is that he needs time to not only investigate the acts, how they were kept hidden and who keeps burying any clue about them.

Also, he needs tests to validate the Ghosts as a sentient species to prevent something like this from happening again…

in other words, a few months' work… and the GIW is already in Gotham City, investigating not only Phantom, but also Red Hood, Robin and Black Bat…

well, the anti-ecto laws only work on US soil….

and it turns out that in his investigation of the emergency calls ignored in the Watchtower, those from another part of Europe were also ignored (that corrupt manager is already receiving a trial for international crimes) so….

Danny, Damian, Cass and Jason are sent to Paris to investigate the situation… of a butterfly villain?

[ggomos-maribat]

damn im full of ideas today

dp x dc x mlb prompt

Ladybug and Phantom start a podcast where they just shit on the justice league for abandoning/ignoring Amity and Paris during their times of distress

And when the JL finally discovers the podcast they

cannot.

track.

them.

Down.

(thanks max and tucker)

So the podcast continues with Danny and Mari recounting their horrible experiences but in like an unserious way like "yea almost the entire population of paris drowned in an akuma-caused flood but its all good lol" "o yeah i forgot the whole town disappeared for a while too. Good times."

[phantoms-world-and-more]

danny's class having a vacation in gotham, the dubbed Akuma Class, also in gotham, somehow, they were on the same place when the Joker arrived cackling only to freeze seeing familiar faces on the group of teenagers, same teenagers he met during the rare time he was "sane" and out of gotham and managed to befriend a few of them. It was a sight of three groups freezing in place. It's a surprise when the two groups crowd around the man, while the others watched helplessly as he got burried below

.

[dyinggirldied]

Undereage Superheroes On The Rise: A Morally and Ethically Cause of Concern?

It's supposed to be another clickbait news but it comes at the time when the existence of ghost was recently proved factual at a small town in Illinois along witha its dead teenage superhero, when the heroes of Paris and by large France accidentally revealed they weren't adults at all, not even close, when Spiderman was unmasked to be 16-year-old Peter Parker, when the Young Justice was wounded in a large scale attack.

Most of the people involved and not involved are not having fun.

(This is inspired by the Miraculous fanfic The Growing Pains of Child Soldiers by BloodWolf13, a fic which I recommend you read since it is very, very good. Hits all my whump and angst points)