#dp/dc

[five-rivers]

Little thing inspired by various Justice League summons Danny posts I've seen about.

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Interdimensional travel was hard.

It was a true statement, and one that, in retrospect, was obvious. Of course interdimensional travel was hard. It was reaching out of your reality and into one that had an entirely different set of rules. However, having an interdimensional portal in one's basement tended to skew one's understanding of these things. That was why it took Danny so long to realize that the Observants were actually worried about him.

"Wait," he said, looking up from the (admittedly very passive-aggressive) report the crowd of Observants had just dropped on his (already crowded) desk. "You want to change my summoning ritual because you think other dimensions might hurt my human half?"

"Some of them certainly will," said one of the Observants, testily.

"I didn't know you cared about that," said Danny, still somewhat stunned.

"We normally wouldn't," admitted the Observant, "but although the position of Ghost King is, politically, a figurehead, you are metaphysically vital to the Realms as a whole. Damage to you is to be avoided, when possible."

"Uh huh," said Danny, looking back down at the summoning ritual change paperwork. Although, through a combination of Danny's own nature and the nature of time across dimensional barriers, Danny still looked fourteen and spent a great deal of his time going to school in Amity Park, he had years of experience interpreting the Observants' paperwork under his belt. "Yeah, it's just that I don't think this is the best way to, like. Do that."

"It is the best way to protect you!" said the Observant who had, apparently, been selected as the group's spokesperson.

"Maybe," agreed Danny, who wasn't entirely sure that was true. "But I feel like some of these modifications would kind of be a problem for wherever I wound up."

"Then they ought not to summon you."

While Danny agreed with that sentiment in spirit (getting summoned was almost always inconvenient and annoying), in practice, he wasn't so sure. "I don't think there's any way to communicate that to the guys who are summoning me. Like, some of them get me with old Pariah Dark rituals. And most of them don't really care if their mistakes screw over other people, so..."

"Next to the well-being of the Realms, that is a minor concern."

Danny didn't disagree with that, but he wasn't about to waste time arguing with the Observants about it. They just didn't get it. He tapped his finger on another section that was bothering him. "Also, this seems to keep me from getting out of the summoning circle at all. If someone is summoning me to ask for help, that's going to keep me from doing much."

"It will also keep you from inadvertently exiting into a hostile environment."

"Even in my home universe?" asked Danny, pointedly. "This seems like something more geared to imprisonment than protection."

The Observants were silent.

"Oh, come on, guys, really? Again?"

The Observants scattered.

Danny sighed and picked up the paperwork. He didn't think it was all bad ideas, honestly, but he needed a second opinion that hadn't tried to stuff him in the Sarcophagus of Forever Sleep Mark 2.

Maybe Clockwork would look it over for him.

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"It isn't an entirely terrible concept," said Clockwork, "except for the obvious drawbacks."

"The whole being trapped in the summoning circle bit," said Danny.

Clockwork nodded. "To be fairer than they deserve, there is no way to modify that portion of a summoning ritual in some types of universes but not others. Not from our own side of things, in any case."

"And I mostly can't get at the other side," said Danny with a groan. He perched on the back of Clockwork's chair. "I do want to make sure that I, I don't know, fit with other universes enough that I won't completely demolish them just by existing."

Clockwork hummed. "There are some ways to do that. There are drawbacks, however."

"Bigger drawbacks than accidentally nuking a planet because my radiation is different than theirs?"

"It depends on your perspective, I suppose."

Danny sighed. "Go ahead and tell me, then."

Clockwork picked up a pen. "You are a shapeshifter. You have multiple forms, one of which cannot be harmed through any normal means and which similarly would have little negative affect on the environment unless you acted to cause negative effects. Change the current ritual so that a summoning puts you in that form, and then further change it so that you cannot leave the circle unless you are in a form that will not automatically cause harm or be harmed by the laws of that universe."

"You mean my Ghost King form."

"All your forms are your Ghost King form."

"You know what I mean."

"I do," said Clockwork, smiling.

"It freaks people out, though."

"Your current form might, as you say, freak people out," said Clockwork. "If your summoners were, say, ants."

"Is that likely?"

"Not particularly. But consider the multiverse. Not all of your summoners will be human."

Danny crossed his arms, frustrated that there wasn't an easy solution. "I guess I could always shapeshift into something nonthreatening after. Hard to see if it's something safe without running into

"You can do more than that."

"I can?"

"Yes," said Clockwork, setting the pen to paper. "Let me show you."

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The summoning circle shimmered and shivered as Constantine and Zatanna recited the chant, their voices rising and falling. Batman and other members of the League stood by, watching, waiting.

This, this ritual, wasn't their first choice. It wasn't their second, third, or fourth choice, either. But nothing else they had tried worked, and the entire world was at stake.

They were summoning the King of All Ghosts. An eldritch monstrosity that had once tried to conquer all realities. But the alternative was worse. Much worst. At least, with the King of All Ghosts, there was a chance that they could negotiate and that it'd want the Earth more or less intact for the sake of conquering it. At least, with this kind of summoning, they could offer a sacrifice, a bargain, a deal.

And if Constantine was good at anything, it was deals.

The lines of the summoning circle flared green, then pure white, and, without any other fanfare, the King of All Ghosts was there.

It filled the circle with starry darkness, struck with nebulae and aurorae. The clouds rippled as a star died near its heart, fiery cataclysms spreading throughout the being. A crown like the accretion disk of a black hole burned around its highest extremity.

Something like a voice, echoing and many-layered, emanated from the being. "Nghftùsh phlarûm âzgûm (1)." It paused, and the League felt it examine the area more closely. "Ko wgâ âzgûm nghftùsh derza. Ko gok hubhûfh fhtù gâh mglwnuh...(2)"

Constantine swore. "Oh, bollocks, I don't know that one. Would it be too much to ask that one of these things speak English? Just a little?"

"Nghftùsh ak. Ko ngngi. (3)"

"Zatanna," said Batman, "could a spell let us understand one another?"

"Kù-nghînku bùr fùmúu umni snîgûrip. (4)" It seemed to bend closer for all that it didn't move. "Nghftùsh laglúfhâk krîk ko phlî ak phlorza. Chthe nî hîhnâ, ka. (5)"

"I think I understand a little," said Captain Marvel, raising a hand. "I think it understands us just fine."

"Hagthu. Nghftùsh ngngi ùk nî chthe kûmpù nû gâ. (6)"

"It wants to get out of the circle," said Captain Marvel.

The veils of green light that shrouded the being rippled. "Dal phlù. (7)"

"Not without an agreement in place, you're not," said Constantine.

"Gagthashîzgathg. (8)"

"God," whispered Flash, "that hurts my throat just hearing it."

Batman shot him a glare, then stepped forward. They'd prepared a list of demands. Most of them were negotiable, but it was better to start something like this with things you were willing to remove or throw away. It took several minutes for Batman to read the whole thing.

"Ku. Chthal lohúfhâk hagthu. Fhta nghftùsh kâk phlorza ko thru. (9)"

"What did it say?" asked Batman.

"I'm... I think it said it'll do it, but it needs something from us in return."

Batman nodded. They'd expected something like this. Whatever it asked for, it would, without a doubt, be exorbitant. Then, they'd go back and forth, reducing each of their demands until they'd reached a deal both sides hated, but could accept. Constantine had bet that, at minimum, the King of All Ghosts would want the entire population of Earth as slaves.

"Nghftùsh kâk hû ko mglwno nî phnglâ gho-lobi. (10)"

"Uh," said Captain Marvel. "I think he said one of our lives."

"Hik! Rlo phlarâk kruk nîk ghû. (11)"

"Not just any of us," said Marvel. "It has to be someone who's a parent."

A tension fell over the room. They'd known they'd have to sacrifice something. A single life wasn't much, but for the King of All Ghosts to specify a parent...

"But are you sure it's just one?" pressed Constantine.

The King of All Ghosts gave off a sense of... exasperation? "Úzg, hû. (12)"

"One," said Captain Marvel. "Just one."

"And just us, not our kids or anything?"

"Nghftùsh ngngi ùk e nghuu. Gù phlarâk fush ko du? (13)"

"No, it doesn't want children. They're... wrong, somehow?"

"And it's not a sex thing?" Constantine sounded... strangely hopeful.

"Hik! Fhtùl! (14)"

"No," said Captain Marvel. "And... something about fat, maybe?"

"Oh, we're definitely getting eaten, then," said Constantine, with forced cheer. "I volunteer, then. It's not like my kids are sitting up waiting for me or anything."

"Hik nuk. Ngngi ko. E hâta phlarâk lerzaolûm. (15)"

"Not you, there's... something wrong with your soul."

"Oh, he's a picky eater, too, huh?"

"Let's not antagonize him, okay?" said Flash. "He's kind of-- He's kind of looming, right now."

And so it was. Somehow. Without moving.

"Who will... satisfy you?" asked Batman.

The entity did not move, but it managed to indicate Batman anyway.

"Very well," said Batman, before anyone could even attempt to talk him out of it. After all, his life for the lives of everyone in this universe was a very good deal. "Take me."

For the first time, the King of All Ghosts moved, all that darkness, all that light, rushing towards Batman.

There was a burst of blinding light.

When everyone opened their eyes again, a boy with black hair, blue eyes, and a jawline that bore more than a passing resemblance to Batman's was stepping out of the summoning circle.

"That's much better," he said, stretching. "No offense, dude, but you kind of suck at Ghost Speak." He turned to Batman. "What I was asking for was a template so I could exist in your universe and do what you want without accidentally blowing it up because of incompatible physics, but whatever. Not sure how you guys got me eating you out of that."

"You wanted a human appearance so you could better conquer this world?" asked Batman.

"Uh, no? You've got a pretty strong clause against conquering the world in your paperwork there. You're probably thinking about Pariah Dark, but he's old news." The boy smiled widely. "Let's get started on your problem, okay?"

I've been summoned.

You haven't summoned me before. You have a nice space station here...

I can. You can't.

Inter-dimensional language differences are so annoying.

I hope you can do something. This will be difficult, otherwise.

Good. I don't want to be in this circle forever.

Close enough.

Figures (literally, 'certainly').

Okay. That sounds good. But I need something from you.

I need one of you to be my template (literally, life-pattern).

No! It's like being a parent.

Yes, one.

I don't want your children. What is wrong with you?

No! Gross!

No way. Not you. You're crazy (literally, your soul is cracked).

[sasswonfp]

WOOF. UHM HELLO! this one is a long one! Quite the scroll! It is actually only *half* of the larger comic. I'm not done coloring it yet - but I finished all the inking. (alt desc. provided!)

Please stay tuned for the rest! I'm like kind of deranged over this whole comic and have put possibly way too much thought into everything about it. PART 1 (here!) | PART 2 (DONE!)

[moonlightsprompts]

# 63 Dc x Dp

Some kidnappers had grabbed Bruce Wayne and one of his children that's what they thought they had done and instead, they had grabbed Bruce Wayne and a random kid that has no idea what is going on. Danny had been wandering around looking at Gotham after escaping his parents that were at a ghost-hunter convention when he was grabbed with another guy.

[answrs]

anyone have a collection of "ghost zone threatens to/actually goes to war with the human realm" fics on AO3 they can recommend? typically dp/dc is the setting I see the most (hence me tagging it), but I'm totally open to just dp or other crossovers. I just have this very specific craving that I know isn't uncommon, but the ones I love don't really have any matching tags for me to search for others with the same premise. like the closest option is just diving into literally all "Ghost King Danny" tagged fics and hoping for the best 😭

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Superman, Martian Manhunter, and a Green Lantern would do wonders training Danny

We see in the Rooms behind Doors in the Spirit World that Realms can range from small bedrooms to entire islands with their own celestial bodies like the sun over Dorothea and Aragorn's kingdom. There is nothing to suggest that the Far Frozen has any actual physical end point to it save the entrance and Frostbite does refer to it as the Infinite Realms.

Doors can also represent alternate timelines entirely, meaning the Ghost Zone intersects with 1 dimensional points in Time in a variety of 3 Dimensional worlds, which means the Spirit World has at least 4 dimensions of Space and 2 of Time, though considering what Clockwork is able to do, I'd say it probably has 3 or more dimensions of time, racking it up to a 7D extra-dimensional place.

All of this and the fact that Danny, Vlad, and Dan together were able to speed vortex their way into breaking whole timelines when they hit them, leads me to believe that Danny Phantom would in fact absolutely fit in with Primary Justice League and Teen Titans members, though he's still nowhere near an unbeatable threat for them.

I think Clark, J'onn and maybe Kyle or John would be great mentors for Danny, and Raven could certainly teach him some cool magic stuff.

[kyarathehedgehog-blog]

aaand the dragon like eldritch forms continue~ this took way longer to do than I would have liked. Firstly because the original design I had for her didn’t look right and looked more like a side view reference image xp .and I’ve been trying to do designs that are a bit more dynamic than that xp..

Soo this is actually one of my OCs. those who have read my fic (I am still working on it life’s just been hectic) will probably remember the name Diane mentioned in the 1st chapter. This is her. Or at least her as a dragon, she’s meant to be the guardian/ancient of hope. I tried to convey that role as much as I could in this form. She is probably one of if not the smallest of the ancients in their eldritch forms, and I tried to make her look both terrifying but at the same time like she wasn’t something to fear. Covered in fur and feathers with an aurora for a mane and a very pale color scheme, a short semi rounded face and so on…

Sooo I’m. Not expecting this to get a ton of likes or anything I know a lot of people really aren’t here just to see ocs, but the design for her was the first thing my mind came up with after Danny and I just wanted to get it drawn, I’m gonna be working on some more familiar characters next soo hopefully that will go well. Aaand I’m definitely trying to finish writing chapter 5. I’m getting there. But the years been a big mess of stuff. And it’s not quite over yet, *flops* sooo yeah just gonna leave this here and go to sleep.

[cosmic-aquila]

omg someone turn this into a fic cuz i dont have time and motivation to do it myself, heck even a crossover between dp and dc or marvel would be even cooler!!!!!

btw your art's amazing @zillychu

I decided Danny needed a fire core AU where the portal accident blew up the entire block, condemned all of Amity, and was left to haunt it for 100 years before Sam and Tuck find him 🥰 for enrichment

[theglamorousferal]

Incorrect DPxDC quote:

Jason: *learns he has contaminated ectoplasm and an only partially formed ghost core* can I get that in writing?

Frostbite: Certainly!

Later

Jason: *rolls up to the Batcave where everyone is meeting* GUESS WHAT? I DID come back wrong.

Dick: Jaybird, no you didn’t-

Jason: *slams doctor’s note on the meeting table* GHOST DOCTOR SAYS SO!

[stealingyourbones]

Danny keeps on meeting Brucie Wayne at Galas when he goes to keep Sam company. He hates the man. There is no adoption, no adoption jokes, he never meets Batman. Give me Danny Fenton and his unending beef with Brucie Wayne. Bruce finds this absolutely hilarious. This feisty 14 year old is incredibly fun to antagonize.

[sexyt-a-r-d-i-s11]

The link doesn't work. This is really good though.

Day One DP/DC WEEk

Danny was many things, but he wasn’t a liar.

That much

He did do it if he had to, but that was beside the point. It didn’t matter.

Others couldn't control him.

But the fact still remained.

Batman was standing over him, declaring that Danny was a liar. A big fat liar.

Nu huh, lairs go to a bad place. Danny wasn’t a liar. He may be dead but he wasn’t a liar. That would be rather rude to call all ghosts liars.

And batman was a total jerk. Calling a kid a liar. 

“I am not a liar.” Danny declared, definitely not pouting, pointing his finger at Batman. He had no idea why he was acting so childish yet here he was. A 14-year-old boy yelling at batman for accusing him of being a liar. That should be illegal. Batman was supposed to follow the law…

Actually, Danny was 80% sure that batman didn’t actually follow the law.

Wait no make that 90%. Maybe that’s why Jazz said he was a terrible influence. That certainly would be the case.

Danny wouldn’t let Jazz know, he found Batman awesome. Even though the bat-themed vigilante was moving a little too close for comfort. 

“I never said you were a liar,” Batman said, his voice soft as if trying to calm a frightened animal. 

“But you made the sound,” Danny said, his hair falling into his eyes as the wind stopped blowing for a moment. It picked up again, revealing his icy blue eyes once again.

“A sound?” Batman, stopped moving closer, standing there instead trying to figure out what sound he made.

“Yeah, the little hm slash grunt sound that parents usually do when they don’t believe their kids…except I only hear it from Jazz.” Danny muttered that last part under his breath but he saw Batman stiffen. Did Danny say it too loudly? He shrugged it off, Batman had no need to be concerned for his home life. As Danny doesn’t have one anymore. Due to the whole being dead thing.

Danny tensed, sensing movement behind him, and he whirled, his fists clenched and ready to punch. Instead, he gaped, eyes wide as they landed on the glint of a red helmet. That wasn’t good. 

Danny wanted to scream, first off, yes he did want to meet the vigilantes, but not like this! In the middle of winter on top of an apartment building. This wasn’t going that well. 

Red hood, took a step forward as Danny moved away from both the vigilantes, slowly moving him closer to the edge of the building, it was the closest he had to an escape and it seemed that he wasn’t Red Hood’s focus at the time. Danny couldn’t help but curse as his foot touched the edge of the roof, if he fell off, he’d either die or reveal his powers. 

Even if he did die, it wouldn’t last for long. Death never seemed to stick onto him as it does to others, hugging tightly like super glue. But for him, it just melted off, like when you put glue underwater and it just kind of sludged off into the sink in little clumps and you’d watch it fall down the drain. Remnants would remain but they didn’t have the same effect anymore.

Danny shivered slightly, despite the fact that there was no breeze. There wasn’t even a real chill in the air, ignoring the fact that there was a pile of snow next to him, Danny believe it was cold. Trust him, Danny knows chills and this was one he was familiar with. His eyes narrowed as they landed on the Red Hood, who was now in an argument with batman. 

When did that happen? He didn’t even hear them start to argue. Stupid enhanced hearing deciding not to work. 

Danny shrugged, he couldn’t let this bother him. After all, they were distracted. Might as well take his chance to leave. If he slipped up, he probably wouldn’t get another chance to escape.

That’s exactly what he did

Or at least tried to.

“Kid!” Red Hood’s modulated voice cut through the air.

Danny flinched as his foot stepped over the side. Red Hood wasn’t supposed to glance over at the moment, Danny was going to jump off and fly away to safety. They’d never know that he flew off. It would be a peaceful disappearance where he would leave the city and never return. 

Instead, he stumbled off the building, glaring at Red Hood before he fell. His body landed hard into something squishy.

And something that stang.

Danny sat up, trying his best to ignore the tangent smell as the thing he was laying on squished and sloshed under his movement. Some slimy liquid rolled out, coating his fingers causing him to rip his hand up.

Of course.

Stupid Fenton luck. Threw Danny into a dumpster. A very smelly dumpster

He probably had a banana peel in his hair.

He would stink for days!

Maybe even longer, Danny didn’t really have a place to shower. Hey maybe the smell would make people leave him alone… not likely, seeing as how Red Hood and Batman were both staring down at him.

He gripped the metal edge of the dumpster and hauled himself out. Glancing upward to see the vigilantes grappling down the building. He didn’t have much time to get out of there. Danny would take what he could get.

Danny should have run. Should have bolted the second he got out of the dumpster.

Instead, he decided, to make a face at Batman, sticking his tongue out and flipping the Bat off.

Jazz would smack him for that move, but she wasn’t here to do that. Danny could only enjoy his gesture for a little bit before turning around to run.

Only to fall back a little bit as he ran into a wall that wasn’t there before. His eyes slowly moved up and Danny could only groan.

“Is everybody in this city like a brick wall?” He exclaimed watching as an amused look appeared on Nightwings face. 

“I mean.”

“You don’t even have the tank build like Batsy and Hood. You're too lean to feel like a brick wall!” Danny pointed a finger at Nightwing, his other hand going up to his hair to remove the banana peel slowly sliding off of his head. In a spurt of anger, he tossed to peel, losing that satisfaction as Nightwing caught the peel and tossed it back into the dumpster. 

Well, a banana peel wasn’t all that threatening was it?

“What did I do to deserve all this attention?” Danny asked taking a step back as Batman and Red Hood moved closer. “I really don’t know what I did. Uh, I plead the fifth.”

“You didn’t do anything.” Batman sighed, taking another step forward. 

Danny glanced around as Red Hood spoke up. “You can’t plead the fifth unless you did something.”

“Oh sweet, why are you terrorizing me then? I was having a great nap, and then bam the bat came out of nowhere. Not cool at all cause I desperately need the sleep.”

“You were sleeping in a factory.” Batman moved again, causing Danny to take another step back, he’d like to keep as much distance between himself and the bats as he can. 

“The location doesn’t matter Batsy. What matters was I didn’t have any nightmares, it was a peaceful sleep, despite how hard the floor is.”

“Do you usually have nightmares?” Batman asked head tilting, Danny blinked. 

“Did I say nightmares?” Danny squeaked slightly, his back hitting the wall. Great, he was cornered. He knew he could take down the heroes. Or at least escape them. But he didn’t want them to be suspicious. 

It seemed most likely they wanted to throw him into foster care or send him back home to his parents.

“Yes, you did,” Nightwing spoke up this time, eyeing Danny with concern.

Actually, Danny wasn’t sure what it was, with the whole being unable to see his eyes thing. But that was chill. Danny didn’t need to deal with it. Most people didn’t look at him with concern anymore. 

“Ohh! You mean the typical falling nightmare. Yeah, I’m terrified of heights.” Danny nodded, yeah, that made perfect sense.

“You’re terrified of heights?” Red hood asked. “You just fell off a building, without screaming.”

“Yeah, I was so scared I couldn’t even make a sound. Terrifying.” Danny latched onto this lie like it was a lifeline. Maybe it was. It didn’t really matter. He could make up lies all day. 

Oh, wait.

That just proved to Batman that he was a liar.

“Can I go now?” Danny asked, side-eying the space between Red hood and the dumpster. If he found a distraction, Danny could book it. Take down the street and disappear  He’d leave Gotham and never return. Ha! The perfect plan!

…

Now just execute it. Danny could figure it out. He knew he could. 

Uhh

He just needed something to throw. 

Or maybe something could explode. Danny never wished so hard for a villain to show up. Something anything to take the Bats attention off of him.

Danny blinked as he spotted something by the dumpster, not too far from him.

It was a

A shoe…

Danny blinked that was his shoe. He almost laughed. His shoe fell off and he didn’t even notice. Wow, Danny was really out of it today. Chuckling softly he moved towards it, watching as Red hood tensed as if to stop the kid, only to visibly relax when Danny picked up the shoe. Danny bit back another laugh, were they really that worried about Danny running off? 

He did want to and he was about to. So guess they did have every right to worry about him disappearing.

This was perfect.

“Hey, Hood?” Danny asked looking at Red hood, a mischievous grin appearing on the boy's face. “What size shoe are you?”

“Wha-” Red Hood started only to stumble backward as a shoe slammed into his helmet with surprising strength and speed. He was almost positive that if he wasn’t wearing the helmet his nose would be broken.

 A body side-slammed him, causing him to stumble even more as the kid raced down the alleyway. How the hell is a kid that skinny that strong?! 

“I’m not going back to school” Was the last thing the kid said before turning sharply down the street and disappearing from view. 

Danny laughed as he skidded across the ground. Yeah, he guess he lied earlier about it not being chilly too. Cause it was winter, and Danny’s barefoot was feeling quite numb after stepping into a few piles of snow. But ay what could he do? Just sit around and let the Bats return him to Jack and Maddie? Maddie and Jack? 

No, Danny refused to go back to Amity.

He wasn’t actually entirely sure which way was back. Left or right?

Up or down

East or west

North or the south?

It could be anyone and Danny wasn’t sure at all. I mean who could be after running into bats after living in Gotham for about a month? Guess some people would say that was lucky. But Danny knew that it wasn’t. The bats usually only came after criminals

Did that mean they thought of Danny as a criminal?

Noooo

Danny wasn’t a criminal. He was just lost. 

Well not exactly lost.

He just ran away. Danny was perfectly fine.

And he most definitely couldn’t go back to that factory. 

Which totally sucked because Danny left everything there. His money, spare clothes, phone, thermos. 

Dang it

Danny was so going to die on the streets

Unless he started stealing

Which would make him a criminal

And amplify his lying.

Danny hated this.

He hated it so much.

Stupid batman and his all trying to help Danny. Danny didn’t need any help, he did great at messing things up by himself.

It didn’t seem to matter to the Bats that they totally ruined his life just by showing up! Danny loved his life.

Well not really but hey he wasn’t dead!

Not all the way…

Or on a metal table getting cut open like thanksgiving dinner. 

Danny didn’t think he would taste that good.

Not at all. Anyone who thought half-dead boys tasted any good is crazy

There sure were a lot of psychos in Gotham who weren’t there.

Was Danny going to end up as Thanksgiving dinner?

That would suck.

Behind him, he could hear Hood yell. The words caused him to laugh.

“The kid threw his shoe at me!” 

“Hood,” Batman grunted shooting his grappling hook and shooting down the alley.

“Right.” Hood slowly nodded, tucking the shoe into his jack. Hey, the kid might get cold feet and want his shoe back. “Have a traumatized kid to track and possibly adopt.”

He couldn’t help the smirk that appeared on his face as Batman slightly stuttered with his next grapple. Man, he loved it when the comms picked up things like that. Throwing off the old man was one of his favorite past times.

Bruce sighed as he sat down in the chair, rubbing his temple as he tried to figure out how hell the kid got past them. 

Yes, he managed to distract his way out by throwing a shoe.

A shoe of all things is what got the kid out of their sights.

Bruce glanced back as he watched Dick pace back and forth, muttering to himself about how a kid managed to just disappear and how he didn’t have anything with him. “The kids going to freeze, did you see what he was wearing?!” He asked turning sharply and facing Jason who was examining the shoe once again as if it held all the answers. 

“A T-shirt and jeans,” Jason said offhandedly.

“Yes! That’s not winter wear and he’s missing a shoe now.” He pointed at Jason, face in a mix of anger and annoyance. “Couldn’t you have left it behind, the kid could have gone back for it.”

“Yeah, like he’ll go back for his bag?” Jason asked, his statement made. They all knew the kid wouldn’t go back for the stuff he left at the warehouse.

The kid clearly didn’t want to be found and ran as soon as the bats arrived. Still managing to escape when he was cornered.

His clothes were thin yet hanging off the boy as if he had no fat on his bones. Jason doubted he did, as he could basically see the kid's cheekbones from how sullen his face was. He highly doubted the boy ate anything that day. 

So help him, if Jason ever found the kid, he would wrap him up in the fluffiest blanket, set him down in front of a fire, and never him let out of his sight. He couldn’t leave him out there to starve. No way.

He had a feeling none of the other bats would want that either. 

Danny sat on the top of the clock tower, his feet swinging over the edge as he watched the cars below. He had grown to love the city. Despite the amount of tension, he felt from it. The amount of death leaking from the city was unsettling, but Danny has gotten used to it.

When he first arrived, it took all his strength not to run in the other direction. He always got a wave of nausea when someone died. So he was constantly sick. People would walk past him vomiting on the street.  Some tried to take what little he had when he did that.

He was pretty sure they might have lost their toes from the frozen feet he did. A small price to pay for trying to steal from someone vomiting their guts out.

Danny wondered if that’s how the Bats found him. He highly doubted they just stumbled across a starving child within the factory. Maybe Batman was hunting down some goons and found Danny instead.

“Shit. Am I a full-blown criminal now? Is running from batman, considered running from the law?” 

“Nah.” 

Danny didn’t scream. He didn’t. He simply gasped. He was startled. He didn’t scream.

“Batman doesn’t follow the law, have you seen how fast he drives the batmobile?” Hood asked sitting down next to Danny, a bag of food set between them. Danny could see the grease stains as he read out the words. BatBurger. “I figured you were hungry.” Hood said after a moment of silence. “ And to return your shoe.”

“Oh.” Danny slowly reached for the sneaker, pulling it onto his numb feet. When he looked back up, Hood was holding out a burger to him. 

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a lot. Take your pick.”

Danny slowly reached for the burger. Surely Hood had no reason to position him. What would get Hood anyway from killing him? Danny doubted the poison would actually affect him. Most don’t

“So why are you up here, if you’re terrified of heights?” Hood asked as they snacked on their burgers.

“I’m facing my fears.”

[jaxon-exe]

Most efficient ER in Gotham

Had the idea of ER nurse Danny and ER doc Damian working in the same ER.

Like their the same age but Danny was working there first (bc it takes less time to become a nurse than a Dr) and everyone in the ER loves him. He is the most component nurse they’ve ever had and is always cool, calm and collected even in the most stressful of times. Drs know that if shit hits the fan they can pass any patient that’s not dying right this second over to Danny and he’ll get them sorted all by himself, cracking jokes the whole time to keep everyone else from freaking out.

Then Damian starts working there and he’s basically a no nonsense Danny. Nothing fazes the guy. On his second day there he handled a gun shoot wound, spinal injury, rib fracture and stabbing all within an hour of starting his shift, all on different patients. He gets in, gets shit done and moves on as if he was dealing with a minor problem not 3rd degree burns.

Now these two, despite working at the same hospital, have never met. Bc Danny works the night shift and Damian works the day and every person that works there is so fucking glad that’s the case bc non of them expect them to get alone. Like Danny’s all wise cracks and jokes and Damian is all ‘stop wasting time’ so even tho they’re both efficient as fuck, no one expects them to tolerate each other.

Then on the first Halloween Damian works there, every member of staff is on shift bc it’s fucking Gotham and all the staff r just bracing for the inevitable fall out of two unstoppable objects colliding. Only it never happens bc these two get alone like a house on fire. Like yeah normally Damian gets up people goofing off but that’s bc their not doing work and just wasting time, he sees nothing wrong with Danny’s jokes bc he’s getting work done while he jokes. It’s like working with Dick, he honestly finds it a bit reassuring bc if Danny is cracking jokes it can’t be that bad. Danny on the other hand is just so glad to have someone else that can keep pace with him. Normally by this time of night he’s juggling 8 to 18 patients on his own with only minimal help from the on shift doctors but now Damian is right there with him and the two r basically tag teaming the hoard of mass casualties that just came in.

Needless to say that night Gotham general was the most efficient hospital on the planet and every doctor and nurse on staff have the horrible realisation that while they had mentally prepared for these two fighting, they hadn’t prepared for the fucking hurricane these two form when they get alone. 

[moonlightsprompts]

# Dcu x Dp 148

Ellie wants a family, she has Danny but it's not the same. She saw other families on her travels and how much love there is.

She wishes she could have had that herself so when she wandered into a lab and saw the scientist making a clone she decided to stay and wait for the clone to be finished so she could take him with her so they could be each other's family.

[is-not-a-bell]

Sleepy King

The Justice League Dark caught wind of a cult trying to summon the Ghost King. A being with power so terrible and great, that all of the chaotic Infinite Realms feared him. A true tyrant. Long ago it took the effort of ghosts equal to gods to seal him away into a permeant slumber.

And now this cult wishes to wake him and bring him to the living realm. It was a race against the clock to find the ritual site and all members were called on board, magic or not. Even Constantine looked stressed.

They did find the site.

But it was too late, the ritual was completed. The entire inner circle of runes glowed before being swallowed in a column of green light. The air filled with static and a ringing that made Supergirl crumble to the ground.

The light dissipated, but there was no great figure or being of pure evil. Instead there was a boy, a teenager. He laid on the ground curled up in his sleep. He was a ghost no doubt, dressed in regal clothing.

Despite this when he stirred, everyone froze. It seemed the cold hard ground woke him up. He got up slowly and yawned, revealing his sharp fangs. Once sat up he opened his bleary eyes to look around. He looked confused and tired, really tired.

"Where am I?" He mumbled. "I was trying to get some sleep." Constantine internally screaming, latches onto that last sentence. He glances over to Batman. He caught that last part too. Batman approaches calmly and crouches down in front of the boy king. Hardening his resolve, Batman takes on a gentle tone.

"Hey kiddo, sorry we woke you. Lets get you back to bed yeah?" The boy nodded in agreement. He pulled himself to his feet before looking around in a circle. "Where did my blanket go?" He asked rather sadly. Batman is quick to shed his own cape and drape it over him. "You can borrow my cape until we get you a new one." He nodded again, pulling the black fabric around himself.

John quickly summoned a portal door, while Batman led the King through it. John threw looks around at everyone. Everyone could tell he was mouthing the words. 'Find me a fucking blanket now'

Running on the logic of getting the king away from Earth, away from graves and the undead, that could give him power. The portal led to the Watch Tower.

Batman took advantage of the King's bleary state to send a base wide alert for all noncritical members to evacuate immediately. With a priority that death adjacent members leave first. "The stars are pretty." Bruce looked at the boy staring out the window in wonder. He almost looked like a normal kid, almost.

"Yeah they are, it's pretty late so we should get you back to bed." He nodded, going along with Batman's gentle coaxing.

He takes the boy to an unused bedroom. Making sure the room isn't dusty and that lights are dimmed. He glances back to see about a dozen different leaguers all holding blankets, one thought to bring extra pillows. The bed was pretty barren with only a single pillow and a thin bedsheet. So Bruce took a thick duvet, one of the fluffier blankets and a second pillow from his team before shooing them away.

The boy ended up keeping his cape, mumbling how it was warm. He tucked the boy in, before quietly exiting the room and turning off the light. He was pretty sure the King fell back to sleep before he even reached the light switch.

After the door shut, he made direct eye contact with John. "Constantine." They needed to figure out what the hell was going on.

[barefeet-only]

Danny and Damian are related, with a twist.

Danny is the son of Talia Al Ghul, however he is NOT the son of Bruce Wayne. Ra’s has had his eyes on various people across the world that have either impressed him or show a unique skill set that he’d like to have. One such person was under the both categories and he got Talia to collect a DNA sample and as a result Danny was born.

This was before Bruce’s time with the League by a few years, but very quickly Danny was not meeting expectations. And by the time Bruce did show up Ra’s had lost all interest in Danny, moving on to better things.

Talia always hated Danny because she was forced to have him with a man who she never liked in the first place. Furthermore, because his skillset was lacking she found that even more reason for her distain. In her eyes, he wasn’t worth even considering her blood.

Danny, knowing that he was doomed if he didn’t make an escape, left the league sometime around when Bruce was moving up the ranks and was making waves within the organization. Perfect timing honestly, any attention he might have had was quickly gone when this prodigy showed up.

Danny escaped the League and went into hiding quickly after, settling on a rural area of the United States after bouncing around countries for a few months. This was mainly because Jasmine Fenton saw a young boy pick pocketing strangers while her family was visiting Chicago and scolded him. Her mother and father saw the boy and also lectured him to which Danny responded it was his only option (he was trying to get this loud family off his back so he could sneak away). Eventually the Fentons decide that if he has nowhere to go he might as well go with us, and Danny decides blending in with a Nuclear Family is the best way to ensure that his peaceful life away from the League stays that way. Oh how little did he know.

Flash forward a few years, Talia, who was visiting Gotham to check on Damian, sees a glimpse of a boy (now man) she thought she had forgotten. Her blood runs cold, if this abomination is in Gotham then her son is likely in danger and she would never let anything happen to Damian.

[kyarathehedgehog-blog]

Were you the one to do the absolutely adorable image of Bat!Danny in a sink with hearts all around him when looking at Tim???

Soo yes and no? I added that bit into the fic but the idea actually came from someone else who reblogged the original prompt. I forget who exactly.

[thelotusrabbit]

DpxDc #19

Call of the void.

(shorter than my usual, but a funny thought. Also, little drawing at the end)

Something that Danny wanted to explore together with space, was the ocean.

The thing is: both were terrifying to him, but the thrill of the unknown, the immense voids that nature was capable of...

It was absolutely, existentially dreadful.

He loved it!

He wasn't really afraid of getting lost if he tried to take a stroll around, since he could quickly reach land, so why not try?

It wasn't really his fault that he let himself go!

Danny didn't even realize it was happening, but ectoplasm is a substance that tends to fill space. Between molecules, between atoms, it's everywhere, it's the ambient.

Long story short, he only found out that he had grown to the size of Godzilla when he was casually passing by Atlantis.

He hadn't even noticed the underwater city until he heard screaming coming from below...

Something about a leviathan?