#detective Comics

[kettlefire]

It's not you, it's me. (DPxDC)

Long post, but short plot info or progression wise!

Danny loves his parents, don't get him wrong. They weren't perfect by any means, but they tried. As hard as it was for him to come to terms with, it's okay. Really.

It's okay that Jazz had been the one to raise him. It's okay that his parents talked about wanting to rip him apart during mealtime. It's okay they didn't notice the way ghostly things attached to Danny. It's okay that they never paid enough attention to put his secret together.

It's okay because they weren't bad parents. Not as bad as they could be. Yes, they could be a little reckless. Yes, they had their problems. But the good times were there.

Saturday morning fudge cooking with Jack. Late night self-defense class with Maddie. Tinkering in the lab with both of them. Even the normal embarrassing moments were good.

Because his parents are awesome. They are absolutely cool, and they did their best. As best as they could.

That's why it hurt so much to leave.

It hurt to leave Amity Park, but it hurt more to leave his family. He felt it deep in his core, the pain of having to separate from those he loves. Those he needed to protect.

But it was time. If Danny wanted to protect them, he needed to leave. So, he did. He almost didn't say goodbye. Almost didn't want to face it all.

His friends were easy to say goodbye to, but it still hurt just as much. Sam and Tucker, they understood why he had to go. Same with Jazz. There were talks about other ideas and plans so that Danny didn't need to leave. But he had to. There was no other option.

But Danny needed to tell his parents everything. Tell them about his accident, tell them that he was Phantom. He couldn't just say bye and leave with no explanation. So he bit the bullet and did it.

It went well. Better than good, it was amazing. And Danny wished he could stick around to see the changes in his parents' work because of it.

Danny has cried enough times this past week than he was sure he cried his whole life. He had his fill, he doubt he could cry again soon.

For everyone's safety, Danny Fenton left Amity Park. Phantom had vanished from the streets. Amity Park was safe. The Anti-Ecto laws, the GIW, all of it. They wouldn't target Amity Park anymore.

It was a lot of work to get the other ghosts on board. But after Clockwork confirmed everything, it all set into motions. The world was free of ghosts, but Danny wasn't sure how long the others could stay away.

He needed a plan, needed to get the government to understand ghosts. But there was nothing Danny could truly do. He was just a kid.

He is just a kid. Just a kid leaving in a small apartment right by a place nicknames crime alley. But Danny liked it. Gotham had enough noise and ambient ectoplasm to keep him safe. It would be hard for anyone to find him.

He was safe. Safe for once. But Danny knew it wouldn't last long.

The problem here? Danny was all alone. He didn't have his team to contact. Didn't have Sam or Jazz to tell him that a plan was downright stupid. Didn't have Tucker to back up the stupid plans that could actually work.

That's how he ended up in space.

Danny loves space, and he wished he was visiting in better circumstances. Thankfully, the vacuum of space had no impact on Danny's ghost form. It was harder than he expected to find what he was looking for.

God, Danny wished Tucker was here. The techno-nerd was a wiz with the computer. Amazing at hacking and tracking in a way Danny couldn't understand.

But Danny didn't have Tucker. He didn't have anyone right now. He couldn't have anyone right now.

Even so, Danny found it. Found the secret space base for the Justice League. It was a struggle, but he found it. And for once, his luck was on his side.

The whole team was there. Well, the main ones you see on the news and in the paper. All sitting around a giant table, a whole meeting was happening.

Danny took one shuddering breath in before phasing into the Watchtower invisibly. He was honestly surprised when no alarms went off. No defenses were triggered. He made a mental note to give them some ghost detection equipment if things go well.

Except things didn't go well. At least not the way Danny had been hoping.

He silently made his way to the table, standing a bit of a distance from them. Just in case he needed to run. His eyes jumped between the different heroes.

Danny steeled his nerves, at least tried to. He stood directly across from Batman, in the perfect spot to be noticed instantly. Then he dropped his invisibility.

All eyes were on him in an instance. Danny never felt so terrified in his life. Not like this. His attempt at steeling his nerves failed immediately.

Maybe the anxiety and fear was clear on his face. Maybe it's because he is a child, despite glowing and being someplace he shouldn't be. But Danny vaguely heard a soft, gentle voice speak to him.

He couldn't make it out, not really. His ears were filled with the sounds of his rushing ectoplasm. A tremble settled in his hands, and Danny knew he needed to hurry up. He needed to speak before he lost all his cool.

"I... Sorry, I know I shouldn't be here... But, uh, my name's Phantom... And I... I..."

The words stumbled and spilled from Danny in a less than elegant and confident way. The shaking in his hands got worse the more he tried to speak. His voice shaky and waivering, even when he tried to sound strong.

And Danny couldn't pull his gaze away from Batman. The cape crusader stood unmoving, unphased, and completely silent. The other heroes had a mixed of expression, but Danny couldn't read Batman.

That unnerved the teen so much. In that moment, he regretted ever coming here. He regretted leaving Amity Park. He regretted telling his parents. He regretted ever stepping foot in that damn portal to begin with.

Then something snap inside of Danny. The dam that was holding everything in just suddenly broke. In a split second, his vision grew blurry with tears.

Even though he didn't need to breathe, his breathing started to pick up. Fast and short. He could feel the phantom feeling of a heart beating rapidly in his chest. Or maybe it was his core warning him of the sudden wave of emotions rocking through him.

"I... I... Help."

The single word, the single plea, spilled from Danny in a pathetic whimper. Before he suddenly dropped to his knees. He curled in on himself. Arms wrapped tightly around himself, head bowed and white hair curtaining his face. Tears fell fast down his cheeks, leaving droplets on the floor, as choked sobs left him.

In that moment, Danny didn't feel like a hero. Didn't feel like Phantom. Didn't feel like the ghostly hero that was in charge of fixing everything.

In that moment, Danny felt like a scared little kid. A kid who was given too much too fast, with no real guidance. A kid that had to grow up fast and had people depending on him. A kid who was exhausted and terrified. A kid that wanted nothing more than to run home. To be wrapped up in a Jack Fenton Bear Hug. To feel his mother's hand combing through his hair as she whispered gentle reassuring words to him.

In the end, Danny Fenton was still just a kid. And it seemed the Justice League could see that.

Danny couldn't focus on the words he heard spoken around him. He couldn't focus on the moments either. He couldn't focus on anything.

Until suddenly, arms were wrapped around him in a gentle and warm embrace. He felt something draped over his back. Danny blinked the blurriness in his vision just enough to make out who was in front of him.

Batman. The hero that scared Danny the most seconds ago.

Except this time, even through the cowl, Batman looked softer. The man looked human and understanding. It made Danny's mind flash to his parents once again. Which only made him cry harder.

A glowing kid was wrapped up in Batman's arms, the two kneeling on the ground. Batman's cape wrapped around the trembling, sobbing form. The kid clinging to Batman like a lifeline. The rest of the Justice League stood around the two.

Nobody quite knowing what the hell they were supposed to do. Or what was really going on.

All those heroes needed to know was simple enough. There was a kid who went through all this trouble to end up in the Watchtower. A kid that's so hurt and exhausted, pleading for help. And helping was the Justice League's specialty.

[missingnightwingsmullet]

it’s okay jay take a deep breath or something

[toytle]

bonus to this post

his hairclips got lore, his bowtie got lore, it’s abt time barry’s wing wispies got some lore too 🪽

[ID in alt text + below cut]

ID: Fan comic of a trans Barry Allen AU when he was a kid.

PAGE 1:

NORA: [turning Barry around from reading a comic book] Oh no! What happened to your hair tie?

BARRY: [points to bowtie]

NORA: It doesn’t bother you that it gets in your eyes like this?

BARRY: [shrugs] I dunno. It’s a lot of work.

NORA: A lot of work? Hmm, it has been getting long, hasn’t it…

BARRY: [goes back to reading, not even listening]

-

PAGE 2:

[1 haircut later…]

NORA: [admiring the haircut she gave Barry]

BARRY: [hopping off seat] It feels so much lighter!

BARRY: [running up to mirror, observing new haircut]

BARRY: [pressing nose up against glass, eyes sparkling, thinking] Woah.

-

A comparison chart of Barry’s hairstyles in his childhood. The first is in a ponytail tied with a bow. Barry is pouting in uncertainty. The second is loose and messy, having traded out his hairbow for winged hairclips that do nothing to keep the strands out of his face. Barry is looking at his clips, smiling eagerly. The hairbow is now on his shirt collar like a bowtie. The third is cut short, similar to his adult hairstyle, but with strands at the sideburns framing his face. Barry is looking up, in awe of having short hair for the first time. The last is the same as the third, but the sideburn strands are now tucked behind his ears in the shape of wings. Barry is scrunching his face up in a wide smile. /end ID

[shyjusticewarrior]

Rose went to the Stephanie Brown school of flirting with batboys

[mydeadstars]

jason todd you were so funny for this. they could never make me hate you.

[jnephrite]

fake comic page ft. baby morgs & her mentors

[scarareg]

They are hilarious!

[batman-out-of-context]

[havendance]

Just the way this annual plays with so many beats that come up again:

(Detective Comics Annual #4) Tim: Look, Alfred, he's in really bad shape. Maybe we should get him to a medical center... Bruce: No! Take me home... to the Batcave. Don't want to die... [text getting smaller] ...in a hospital...

(Detective Comics #664) Tim: We've got to get him to a hospital. Alfred: We are taking him back to the cave. Tim: A real hospital, Alfred. Alfred: We will do the best for him that we can, Robin. I've repaired his broken body many a-- Tim: But it's never been this bad. He could be paralyzed. He could die. Alfred: We've been here before, he and I. Tim: Listen to me, Alfred! WE have got to take him to a hospital. We've got to save his life. Alfred: The only life that's important to him is his life as Batman. Take him to a hospital and you'll expose Batman to be Bruce Wayne. You'll save his body, certainly. Bu you will have killed the man. We will return to the cave and stabilize him until we can come up with a plausible story to explain how Bruce Wayne might have suffered these injuries. Are we clear on that Mister Tim? Tim: I'm sorry, Alfred. Get us to the Batcave, Paul.

[seechelle1999]

My first draft Bruce Wayne/Batman design. Not too happy with it yet, but progress is progress 😊 Love the props though, those came out beautiful!

[ilyalljasonsandnon-jasonsthesame]

Peter - Taylor Swift

[kekwcomics]

Batman #92 (DC, 1955)

Art: Win Mortimer

First bat-Hound.

[missingnightwingsmullet]

steph brown the woman that you are.

[spooky-donut-ghost-house]

Jason: "What is happening?"

Barbara: "They're overriding the mainframe!"

Jason: "In English, please!"

Barbara: "*sighs* They fuckin' our pussies!"

Jason: "*cocks guns* Now you're speaking my language!"

[shyjusticewarrior]

Made this meme. Gonna make a post with images showing this later.

[mydeadstars]

jason is such a delusional loser but not to the point of calling dick grayson a "golden child" pls even with unreliable narrator shit that just makes no sense