#dpxdc oswald cobblepot

[stars-obsession-pit]

Oswald Cobblepot considers himself a far higher class of criminal than most of the rabble making up Gotham’s lawless underbelly.

He doesn’t care about causing wanton chaos or strictly tying himself to some silly neurosis. No, no, he’s far cannier than that. He’s a businessman first and foremost. Why stoop to their level and get his own hands dirty unless it’s necessary? The masses are so simple. Control access to their vices—whether they be drugs, weapons, sex, information, or anything in between—and they will climb over themselves to dance to his whims.

And the strange new “ecto-tech” entering the city looks like it could become quite the moneymaker. It’s still rare enough for him to corner the market, and oh the possibilities…

Intangibility suits, a whole menagerie of tiny yet powerful hidden weapons, and so much more.

All in the hands of fools whom he can easily convince to let him take the reins as their sole middleman into the city’s markets. And if they don’t agree peacefully… well, he’s not above using a little bit of violent negotiation. They’ll come around, and then everyone else in Gotham will have to come flocking to him for a piece of the pie.

Yes, this seems like a perfect opportunity to solidify his grip. Maybe he’ll even get to pay back that bastard Red Hood for cutting into his profits…

[radiance1]

The GIW succeeded in passing an under the radar law that described ghosts as non-sentient beings. Leading to the Government cracking down on Amity Park and capturing any ghosts they saw.

Danny saved who he could, telling them not to come back to Amity Park for their own safety. That being said, he couldn't save everyone, not as Phantom and especially not as Fenton.

He didn't like to think on it much.

Thankfully it seemed that Halfas had it a bit better than pure ghosts, being seen as semi-sentient due to their human half. But it still wasn't enough for his parents to think he was safe in Amity, so instead of staying in Amity Park they decided to move him.

Which proved to be a far faster process than they thought it would be, because his identity was leaked to the government, as for how they knew? They overheard Wes Weston trying to convince someone of his theory and ran with it.

So now Danny and Jazz had to be quickly relocated to Gotham, and yes, they love you Danny, but with his track record they need Jazz to act as an assurance he wouldn't go out 'heroing' and stay on the down low.

Jack and Maddie stayed behind to negotiate the Anti-Ecto acts.

Jack told the two of them to meet at this specific coffee shop in Gotham, because he already asked for someone he knew to come and pick them up, which confused them because who would he know in Gotham?

But, on the way to said coffee shop, Danny and Cujo (who Danny brought along because he was not leaving him behind in Amity of all places now.) was kidnapped by a giant crocodile man.

Right under Jazz's nose too. She only realized when she reached said coffee shop, safe to say she wasn't pleased. The coffee shop seemed to be entirely booked by one man, with multiple people acting as 'guards' so to speak, not that Jazz couldn't take care of them but she preferred to avoid violence if she could.

The person she and Danny were supposed to meet turned out to be one Oswald Cobblepot, otherwise known as the Penguin, a black sheep of the Fentinightingles and Jack's friend. (I CANNOT for the LIFE of me remember where I saw this idea, but if you ever come across this post know that YOU yes YOU were the one who helped the crafting of this idea)

Oswald: Where's the other one.

Jazz: A giant crocodile kidnapped him.

Oswald: Say what.

Meanwhile Danny got himself comfortable in the sewers of Gotham with Cujo as he stared up at a 9 foot tall man who goes by Killer Croc, who looks increasingly unsure, regretful and sorrowful of his decision to kidnap Danny.

Danny finds out that his actual name is Waylon Jones, and that the sole reason he was kidnapped was because he thought him to be his long-lost dead brother.

Danny: Oh so you're my dead uncle!

Waylon: Say what now-

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He paused at that, eyes narrowing. “Doc,” He said, slowly, “Who, exactly, did you reach out to on this matter?”

The amusement in Leslie Thompkins’ voice said everything he needed to know. As did the sudden thunder of feet as his security team began to swarm him - a few skidding on the ice, though recovering admirably - and make their way to the front door, guns at the read. “You’re clever Mr. Cobblepot, I’m sure you already know.”

The worst part was that he did.

Oswald felt a headache bloom behind his eyes as he realized the chaos about to invade his home.

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Chapter 8 is (finally) here!

[mr-thundercloud]

There is a fic! NOM (Fic has 7 chaps in all)

Iceberg Siren pt 1

**based on a prompt by @purple-goo-writes about Danny getting a job as a club singer for Penguin- I hope y'all like it!**

Oswald Cobblepot watched as his lounge’s newest acquisition crooned on stage, the crowd transfixed by the young man’s stunning voice. The Penguin was beginning to notice that the Iceberg’s profits went up by twenty percent every night this particular new hire was singing, and he had plans to promote the kid. Daniel Nightingale lived up to his name.

He’d stumbled into the young man in an alley, starving and beaten, and offered him a cleaning job. Daniel had taken him up on it, after his sharp blue eyes searched Oswald’s face like he could see his very soul. One of his bartenders had heard the young man singing while he worked a few weeks in, and soon enough, Daniel was the Iceberg’s crowning glory, even if he didn’t know it himself.

Oswald would make sure the young man knew how valuable he was to the Penguin and never left.

Danny gave a short bow to the crowd after his last song, and they all made noises of disappointment as he slipped off the stage through the door in the back. It had been several months since he’d started singing at the Iceberg, and he was thriving. Penguin had started paying him more for less work- Two nights a week he sang, enchanting the denizens of Gotham’s underworld.

It was probably cheating, that he was using some ghostly tricks picked up from Ember, but it’s not like the GIW existed in this universe to track him down.

“Siren! Boss wants you in the VIP lounge before you take off.”

Matt, his security detail, was waiting for him outside his dressing room.

“Sure! Walk me up?”

Danny winked at Matt, who just rolled his eyes.

“Happily married, Siren. Let’s go.”

With a laugh, Danny turned to head up the back steps to the VIP area, swinging his hips a little to make Matt sigh in exasperation.

He wasn’t truly interested in Matt- nor anyone else he’d met in the dimension, but as he began to be fed on a regular basis and filled out more, he found that people thought he was attractive, and he enjoyed the attention. It was far different from being reviled as a nerd or even as the local menace. The attention of people who wanted him felt easier to control even than the attention he received from the ghosts as their king.

The door to the VIP balcony swung open as he approached, and he was waved through. Plastering a sultry smile on his face, he slunk through the tables, winking at patrons as he made his way to his boss.

The Penguin was sitting in a comfortable chair on a raised dais, across the table from a man Danny hadn’t seen in the Iceberg before. The stranger was wearing a domino mask, and had a streak of white through otherwise black hair.

“Thank you for coming, Siren. Please, sit!”

An attendant melted out of the shadows with a third chair, placed beside the bossman. Danny smiled gratefully at the attendant and settled into the chair.

He wasn’t sure what Penguin wanted- sometimes he called Danny up just to show him off in his glittering dress that clung to his skin, and sometimes he called Danny up to read whether a person was trustworthy or not.

“Siren, Mr. Hood here was suggesting a possible business deal- why don’t you hear him out and tell me what you think?”

Ah, reading. Danny could do that.

“I don’t have time for nonsense, Cobblepot.”

The man’s growl raised goosebumps on Danny’s arms, and he had to take a moment to collect himself. Damned if that wasn’t sexy as hell.

“Oh, but Mister Hood, I’d love to hear about your business proposal! What my employer does with his money affects us too, you know- if the business proposal falls through….” Danny batted his eyelashes at the man. “I’m sure you know what happens to the bottom line.”

Red Hood sighed, and then began to explain himself.

Danny didn’t listen to the actual proposal more than he needed to make the appropriate noises. Instead he listened to the tone and cadence of the crime lord’s voice, the way his body moved as he spoke. Everything screamed sincerity, even the small, half-formed core pulsing in the man.

Wait. Hold up. Turn around, go back. Do not pass go, do not collect $200. A core? Here? In someone so clearly still living?

He would have to investigate, but later. His employer was beginning to look to him for a verdict.

“Wow! That sure does sound interesting,” simpering, Danny stood and wrapped an arm around Penguin’s shoulders. “I think you should hear him out, boss- he seems pretty up-and-up to me!”

Penguin smiled sharply up at him and then waved him away.

Danny could feel the stranger’s eyes on him as he left, swaying back to where Matt was waiting at the door.

~~

Look. Danny didn’t intend to get into this situation on his day off, but things just happened to him that didn’t happen to other people. Sam and Tucker would call it the “Fenton Luck”.

Danny didn’t think luck was involved at all.

If luck had been involved, the weird clown wouldn’t have attacked him with a crowbar. If luck had been involved, Danny wouldn’t have responded like he would with a ghost. If. Luck. Had. Been. Involved, the clown would not have flown back into a brick wall and then slumped like a marionette with it’s strings cut.

Stepping forward, Danny leaned down to check his victim’s pulse, but reeled back when he got a good look at the man’s face.

The Joker’s sightless eyes stared back up at him.

Ancients.

“Whatcha got there, sweet thing?”

Luck had nothing to do with anything in Danny’s life, ever. He was cursed somehow, that had to be it.

“A bagel?”

Harley Quinn hopped off the roof and came to investigate Danny’s dead body.

“Sure looks to me like an ex-boyfriend of mine, and not at all bagel shaped. You didn’t even leave a hole in him!”

“I’m…. Sorry?”

Harley grinned up at him, all teeth and a fierce light in her eyes.

“No need, sugar, you did a good thing. What I wonder is why the gas hasn’t triggered?”

Danny laughed nervously- he couldn’t help it, his fear response was laughter!

“Gas?”

“Mhmm! Had his body rigged, the bastard. Joker gas should have spread for six blocks or more when his vitals stopped.”

“Oh. I- you won’t tell the bats, will you?”

“My lips are sealed! I don’t owe Batsy anything!”

With a sigh, Danny shrugged.

“I’m a meta. Joker gas preys on fear, and so do I. The gas must have triggered, but I’m close enough that I filtered it pretty fast.”

Harley put her hands on her hips.

“Batsy doesn’t like metas much.”

“The Bat can suck it.”

She laughed and slung an arm over his shoulder.

“I like you, kid! Let me call my body disposal squad.”

“Oh. Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Poison Ivy and the Red Hood walked into the alley, looking around cautiously. Harley had talked Danny into braiding her hair, and was chatting amiably at Danny.

“-And that’s why Bill owes me a trip to Cabo. I don’t plan to collect, though, he’s just a henchman. Ives! Thanks for coming!”

Red Hood put his hands on his hips.

“I get why you called her, Harley, but why me?”

Harley tilted her head, pulling her hair out of Danny’s hands carelessly.

“You deserve to see him before he disappears, kid. The whole of Gotham deserves that, but we can’t risk it.”

“See who?”

She pointed at the body, and Red Hood went to inspect it. While he did so, Ivy walked up to Danny, peering down on him.

“I know you.”

“Hi, Dr. Isley.”

“I was right! You work for Oswald. Almost didn’t recognize you without your getup. I take it this was your doing?”

“Yes ma’am, although entirely on accident.”

She laughed, and Danny smiled too.

“One we’re all glad for. Thank you.”

There were stomping footsteps, and Red Hood was suddenly in front of them. Harley stood up from the box she’d been sitting on, shielding Danny with her body.

“You did this?”

Danny the angry pulsing of the Hood’s half-formed core. It felt similar to the way his own core had felt when he was forced away from Amity Park. He slid out from between Harley and Ivy and held out his hand.

Hood took it, whether on purpose or unconsciously.

“Hi. Danny Nightingale. I just avenged thousands by accident. Please don’t kill me.”

The pulsing turned from anger to relief, and the Red Hood laughed. It sounded odd through the modulator in the helmet, but Danny smiled along nonetheless.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Miłość to nie pluszowy miś

by coolerdazai

On eighteenth birthday of a younger one of the pair, soulmates switch bodies.

Jazz opened her eyes to see where the fuck she was and immediately hated that desision. She was looking down to the ground. Ground that was a very, very long way down. She almost choked, when she realized that she was in fact lurking on a beam. Was she in a warehouse? She looked around only to see fucking Batman starring at her.

For the DPxDC ship event: Hand Holding/kiss - Soulmate AU

The title is from Happysad song.

Words: 1615, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Jazz Fenton, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot

Relationships: Jazz Fenton/Cassandra Cain, Jazz Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Jazz Fenton & Gotham Rogues

Additional Tags: Soulmate AU, No beta we die like annoying siblings of main couple, Alternate Universe - Body Swap, Non-Graphic Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Don't point guns when holding the trigger, Crack, Finally somebody told the Joker he's not funny, BAMF Jazz Fenton, POV Jazz Fenton, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Medical Inaccuracies, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Author Is Sleep Deprived

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45054409

[spacedace]

Chapter 7 is (finally, sorry!) here!! :D

-

It was probably for the best that Danny didn’t let himself think too much about that, though. The line he’d cross to keep his sister and friends safe. Who he’d very willingly become if it meant protecting the people he loved.

It wouldn’t come to that. He’d push Cobblepot enough that the mask would slip, Jazz would see what was really going on, and Danny would tell her I told you so for years to come after she was done being overbearing and bossy as she led him along through one of her many backup plans. They ’d go back to Amity Park. Or… Danny would at least. Maybe he might really be able to work up to using his Command power on Jazz for real. Make her go and live the life she deserved rather than keep trying to run around after him.

First though, Danny was going to do what he did best:

Make the Fruitloop in his life absolutely fucking miserable.

[spacedace]

If anyone is curious what to expect in the next chapter of “The Business of Family” this is the meme I made for the scene I’m working on right now lol:

[amelilitha]

I am very much on board with the give Damian a dinosaur agenda. He already has a demon bat, what is one more dangerous creature?

Uncle Pinguin birthday gift

The Fenton family made their way to the Iceberg Lounge, an expensive nightclub located in Gotham City and owned by their uncle, Oswald Cobblepot. It was his birthday, and they had a special gift for him because he loved pinguins. It was pretty hard for Danny and Jazz to get them, so they themselves made their way to his house.

Oswald smiled as he looked at the Fentons and was pretty shocked to see what the gift was from the Fentons.

It was a pair of Petradyptes, the massive prehistoric pingiuns. He had no idea where they found them! But he already loved them. But he would need to hide them from Batman; he doesn't want to explain how he now has an extinct Pingiun race.

Petradyptes is an extinct genus of penguin that lived during the Late Paleocene epoch, between 60 and 55 million years ago.

[spacedace]

Chapter 6 is up!

-

Jazz went very still. She had prepared for this. She knew that Oswald would do his research. Put the pieces together. Make the conclusion that if she had powers, Danny would too. There was no way to avoid it if she was offering up her own Liminal abilities to Penguin’s service. The trick was going to be making it seem like while Danny did have abilities, they were of such insignificance as to make him useless to any of Penguin’s business ventures.

It still took every scrap of self control she had to keep herself in check. To keep the fear and protectiveness held back, to not flash fangs or glowing green eyes or twist his emotions around until he was a shaking, quivering mass of terror in the corner. Broken into something tender and palatable to the insidious hunger that burned inside her.

[spacedace]

Chapter 4 is here at last haha

Somehow, Oswald wasn’t expecting how young the kids were.

He knew how old they were, obviously. Jazz a few months shy of her eighteenth birthday, Danny sixteen as of October. He’d seen their records and their ages and even their pictures leading up to their sudden arrival in Gotham. Even so, he still found himself taken aback when he saw them in person for the first time.

It was the way that the pictures - school photos, artificial and flat by their nature - didn’t capture how fragile they actually were. The dark circles beneath their eyes, the slouch of their shoulders, the way they kept close, hands tangled together and knuckles white. It was the way that Danny, only a few inches taller than Oswald’s short stature, looked hollow-boned and breakable with his too-thin frame and worryingly pale skin and the mottled brown-green-yellow of half-healed bruises just visible where his long sleeves failed to hide them. The way that Jazz, taller than even Cosmina’s towering height, curled in on herself to try and look smaller, the pretense of a neat appearance falling apart in the face of polite smiles with fraying edges and bleeding nail beds and bloodshot eyes.

They were so young.

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[thatrandomsarahchick]

Combine this with Uncle Oswald Cobblepot? 

Honestly, what did Vlad think was going to happen? Running a successful club runs in the family. 

Vlad as a joke decided to give Danny for his 21st birthday a club and five hundred thousand dollars to get it running.

Jokes on Vlad because Danny does a great job by making the club inclusive for anyone and anything.

Human, alien, ghost, god, demon, angel? Doesn't matter. Anyone can come to party as long as they don't cause trouble. You want to make a deal with someone? There are soundproof private rooms for that.

Danny gets Ember in charge of the music. It isn't her style but she gets the night started with an hour of the music she wrote and recorded.

Dan, Wulf and some random buff guy are bouncers with Dan also being the bartender with some ghost Milo guy. There are 10 Banshees whose names I don't know acting as waitresses to the private rooms and some of the booths.

Danny helps all of the roles in the club despite being the owner. He has also made deals with many entities concerning rowdy entities in need of being thrown out.

(Danny made his way wo the Walker's office, every ghost inside eyeing him warily.

"Hvale you heard that Plasmius gifted me a club for my 21st birthday?"

Walker blinked in surprise at the topic, "Yes?"

"I want to make it inclusive to all entities. Ghosts, humans, demons, angels, gods? Doesn't matter. I have already made a few deals to handle most rowdy customers with he exception of ghosts."

Danny paused for a moment to let that sink in.

Walker took advantage of that pause, "You want to send the rowdy ghosts to me?"

"Partially, yes. I was also hoping that you would let Wulf join as a full-time bouncer as part of external prison labour. The other guy who can make portals is one of two bartenders."

Walker thought about it for a moment and then muttered under his breath in Spanish about the request.

"Alright kid. I do however some rules which would need to be followed."

"Reasonable ones I hope." Danny muttered.)

Danny even three years later was surprised with how reasonable the rules were. He also had the feeling that said surprise got Walker to rethink his rules.

Anyway... Now after three years of hard work Danny's club was successful. Many entities came regularly. Humans weren't scared. The Justice League hired regularly a booth and Vlad was looking constipatedly proud.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Miłość to nie pluszowy miś

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/13tXL6i

by coolerdazai

On eighteenth birthday of a younger one of the pair, soulmates switch bodies.

Jazz opened her eyes to see where the fuck she was and immediately hated that desision. She was looking down to the ground. Ground that was a very, very long way down. She almost choked, when she realized that she was in fact lurking on a beam. Was she in a warehouse? She looked around only to see fucking Batman starring at her.

For the DPxDC ship event: Hand Holding/kiss - Soulmate AU

The title is from Happysad song.

Words: 1615, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Jazz Fenton, Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne, Edward Nygma, Oswald Cobblepot

Relationships: Jazz Fenton/Cassandra Cain, Jazz Fenton & Bruce Wayne, Jazz Fenton & Gotham Rogues

Additional Tags: Soulmate AU, No beta we die like annoying siblings of main couple, Alternate Universe - Body Swap, Non-Graphic Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Don't point guns when holding the trigger, Crack, Finally somebody told the Joker he's not funny, BAMF Jazz Fenton, POV Jazz Fenton, Bruce Wayne is Batman, Cassandra Cain is Black Bat, Medical Inaccuracies, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Author Is Sleep Deprived

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/13tXL6i

[little-pondhead]

Oh. Oh.

Oswald Cobblepot was both glad and horrified that he personally picked up the Fenton kids from the airport. While he knew it’d get him on the Bat’s radar since he usually just sent a car for his guests, this was something more personal that Oswald felt needed a more careful hand to deal with. He had worked so hard to get the kids out from under their parent’s noses, coordinating with Jazz for weeks to find the best time. And here they were. Jazz and Danny Fenton-soon to be Cobblepot if he had anything to say about it. 

Visibly exhausted, Jazz stood hunched and shaking, trying to stay upright and not get swept away in the sea of travelers. Her clothes were rumpled as if she’d slept in them. She had huge eyebags, anding red marks going up her arms indicated she’d been scratching herself out of anxiety. Her fingertips were raw, and her nails had dried blood on them. Had she been digging at something? Picking at her nails? Either way, one’s nails wouldn’t look like that without repeated, aggressive action. Jazz also avoided eye contact with everyone who passed, including her brother. She wasn’t hiding something, Oswald noticed. From the way her shoulders kept twitching up towards her pointed ears, she desperately wanted to cover them. If her hands weren’t occupied with clutching her brother’s hand and a white purse, respectively, Oswald didn’t doubt she would be. The girl looked overwhelmed.

Danny didn’t look much better. In fact, he somehow looked worse. Despite Jazz's white-knuckled grip on his hand, the boy showed no emotion on his face. A fresh bruise was growing on his right cheek, and his hair was blown every way. His clothes were practically falling apart, with threads sticking up everywhere and plenty of holes to showcase the various injuries littered across his pale body. The boy was deadly still, and Oswald wasn’t even sure if he was breathing. His chest didn’t rise at all. The only part of his body that was moving was his eyes and left thumb, which was rubbing something in his palm repeatedly. Danny’s blue eyes were practically dead, but they still flickered around, bouncing from one thing to another like clockwork. Or habit. Danny was obviously very mentally checked out from reality but still couldn’t relax even in the depths of his own mind. 

Both of them were overall haggard and carried little possessions. They were at the end of their ropes, and Oswald was the last hope these two children had left. 

He would not be the reason the last bit of light died in their eyes. 

Oswald finally saw a break in the airport rush crowd and purposefully strode forward, never deterring from his chosen path. The two children stood against a far wall and quickly spotted him coming. “Hello, children,” Oswald said, sticking his hand out with his umbrella tucked under one arm. “I’m Oswald Cobblepot. Lovely to make your acquaintance. We spoke on the phone, Miss Jazz?”

The two siblings tiredly eyed him, but the elder accepted his greeting. “Hello,” she replied. Her voice was soft, like she expected him to yell. “Nice to meet you in person, Mr. Cobblepot.”

“Call me Oswald, dear.” He guided them out of the airport and toward his limousine, where the driver was already waiting. “I imagine we have much to talk about. But for now, let’s get you something to eat.”

—

“And this is my home, Cobblepot Manor.” The large iron gate creaked open as the limousine slowly drove on the compressed gravel path leading up to the manor. The two children, his children now, were curled in on themselves in the farthest seat away from Oswald, clutching each other as the manor’s shadow fell across the vehicle. They eyed him, not with suspicion and distrust but with longing and fear. The crime lord could practically see their thoughts. They wanted this to be a new home. Their final home. They wanted Cobblepot Manor to be what Amity Park used to be. 

But because of their blasted birth parents, Oswald and the children would have a long way to go until they felt comfortable with each other. 

The car stopped, and the three headed inside without another word. A small feast awaited them in the dining room, courtesy of Mary, his head chef. The kids wasted no time digging in like they hadn’t eaten in days. Perhaps they hadn’t. A report Oswald skimmed a few days prior came to mind, and he remembered that it was common for them to fight off their food before they ate it. Even now, Oswald could spot the silver glint of a weapon peeking out of Jazz’s purse, and Danny was digging into his meal with unusual aggression.

Oswald sighed, taking one last sip of his drink before speaking. “Children,” he said quietly. The two froze and stared at him, assessing him. Trying to figure out what his following words would be. “We need to discuss a few things before you retire for the evening.”

Jazz straightened, slipping on a mask better suited for negotiations. He mused silently that she’d be a great asset in the business world. “Right, we expected this.” She said. “We understand this is all rather sudden for you, and we’re both willing to help with finances as much as possible. We aren’t expecting any special treatment-we’re already indebted to you for taking us in.”

“Help with finances?”

“Yes,” she nodded. “We want to work to pay you back.”

Oswald cocked an eyebrow. “Those are some dangerous words, my dear.”

“I am perfectly aware of what I’m saying, Mr. Cobblepot. I won’t take them back now.”

“Even though I’m a supervillain?” He waved his arm about, gesturing to the room as a whole. “And as you can see, I’m perfectly capable of supporting everyone here even without my little side hustles. I have no need of your money.” 

Jazz visibly deflated, but Danny piped up for the first time since he’d met the kid. “Still,” he croaked. His voice was thick from unuse. “We-I-need to work. I need to help in some way. You already know about my ghost half, right?” Oswald confirmed this. “My ghost half thrives on helping, fixing and caring. I am a remedy. Even if I don’t get paid, I want to be useful to you. It’s all I’m good for.”

“Or what?” He didn’t say this was malice but was instead genuinely curious. “Will you fall ill?”

Danny grasped his utensils tighter, looking down at his plate. “Sort of. It’s…hard to explain. I’m not ready to share everything, but since I’m a halfa, unfulfilling my role as a ghost can have consequences. Core deterioration is one of them. It’s tough to return from that, just like if a human lost too much blood.” 

“Oh, and there’s one more thing.” Jazz added. “The GIW.”

Oswald leaned back in his chair. “Ah yes, the Ghost Investigation Ward. The sponsors of your parents, if the reports are to be believed.” The kids flinched. “Worry not, children. You two are Cobblepots now; well, you will be once the name change paperwork is filed. Either way, you are legally my heirs. No power in this world can take you away from me; I can assure you that. As for your need to work, I imagine you don’t mean getting into the dirty sides of my business, yes?” Danny scrunched up his nose at the thought. “Well then, I shall have you work at my Iceberg Lounge. This is my most popular and legal place of business, and most of the time, my fellow crime lords and supervillains have a truce about the area. Unless Batman shows up, you should see minimal fighting. You can shadow different positions until you find something that works for you. This offer extends to you as well, Jazz. How does that sound?”

Jazz relaxed just a bit, giving him a genuine smile rather than the forced one from earlier. “That sounds wonderful…Oswald. Thank you.” 

Continuation/blurb/snippet from this writing prompt.

It took less than a week to get custody of the Fenton children.

Oswald expected that it wouldn’t take long with his connections, but even that turn around is faster than what he expected. He’d anticipated pulling strings, greasing palms, maybe making some threats, but before he can even think of getting things moving to do so the paperwork is signed and a social worker is calling him to sort out the travel arrangements for the kids.

It’s all done local, the judge, CPS, the witnesses and lawyers, each and every one calling the town home. Each and every one pushing the case through at a speed that Oswald didn’t think was possible even in the most crooked of situations. He smelled conspiracy, but not - surprisingly - a malicious one.

Amity wasn’t the smallest place in the world, but it was small enough. And the Fentons were public figures, though not in the way that Jack and Maddie Fenton obviously thought they were. How long had the people of Amity been watching things go wrong for the kids? How long had they been trying - in their own, limited ability - to help? Long enough to get desperate, seemed to be the answer.

The only resistance Oswald can find as he reviewed all the information he could get ahold of, was from the Mayor - Jazz and Danny’s godfather, somehow more crooked than even Gotham’s elected officials as far as Oswald could tell - and the Dr’s. Fenton themselves.

The Mayor was summarily denied any influence of the case by the judge on the grounds of the long standing and publicly recorded ugliness of Master’s relationship with Danny - which was something else Oswald was going to have to figure out. Along with all the…ghost stuff.

Oswald wasn’t sure what to make of the ghost stuff.

Honestly he was leaving it for his people to figure out and wrangle into a reasonable explanation to report to him later. It was…something, a big something, and not - as he’d originally suspected upon initial cursory research into the town - a tourist gimmick or an overly high meta population. A later problem, provided he had to co tend with it at all once the children were officially in his custody in Gotham.

The biggest issue had been the kid’s parents. Or really, the biggest issue had been the shady government agency backing the kids’ parents.

The Fentons were the Ghost Investigation Ward’s pet mad scientists. Creating weapons and genocidal plans - against ghosts - and generally tormenting the towns’ living inhabitants just as much as the undead ones. The GIW had been protecting Jack and Maddie from any repercussions of their recklessness, and were willing to butt in on an unexpected custody battle in order to keep their maniacal golden geese happily working away.

From what Oswald had heard, a representative of the GIW had shown up to convince the judge to dismiss the case, but the judge had been faster. By the time the men in all white appeared - garish and tacky in their ill fitted, bulky suits - it had been too late of course. The judge had apparently anticipated their impending appearance and had made their ruling and had everything filed tidily late the night before. Courts did not typically stay running til three in the morning, but apparently an exception had been made.

There were a great many things wrong with Amity Park - wrong in a lot of ways they were in Gotham, wrong in ways they weren’t - but the people that called the place home seemed to have come to a decision on one thing: the Fenton children were not safe, and unknown or not they were trusting Oswald to get them out of there.

It was strange and a little overwhelming, for an entire population that did not know him to see him as some kind of hope. Some kind of hero.

There were many, many things wrong in Amity Park.

He tried to assure himself when everything was said and done and the kids were packed and on their way that it wasn’t his problem. He was officially Jazz and Danny’s guardian, in a city half a country away that even with his - nominally- cleaned up act he held a great deal of power over. He was nearly untouchable within Gotham’s shadow, and no one from some half-mad town was going to be able to do anything to change that.

He made preparations though, just in case. He hadn’t gotten where he was by being stupid. The Bat could use something to chew on that wasn’t one of Oswald’s entirely legitimate business ventures anyway. An ethically suspect government agency that was likely to come sticking their noses in Gotham’s business sooner than later would do just nicely for that, and might even earn him some kind of grace from Gotham’s brooding knight without getting him in hot water with any of the city’s criminal element.

All that was left at that point was actually meeting the kids in person.

His kids.

He ignored the strange, bittersweet ache that touched his heart at that. It was, after all, entirely a means of improving his reputation in the city. The kids mean an end. He’d take care of him the same he did all his people, but not any more than that.

It was just business.

If he reminded himself enough, it might even be true one day.

He suspected though, as he laid eyes on them for the first time - shadow eyed and leery, haunted in a way that ghosts couldn’t manage and looking not much at all like Oswald outside the fear and the pain he did his best to forget from his own upbringing - that the point of not caring had been passed the minute he’d gotten that first call.

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Apologies if Penguin is out of character, all I know about him is what I vaguely remember from TAS, what I’ve absorbed from fandom and what I tried to put together from a wiki lol.

I did this instead of sleeping last night because I couldn’t get the initial idea out of my head (which slightly defeats the purpose of making it a writing prompt so that I could just read everyone else’s wonderful thoughts and writings on the idea instead of getting side tracked from my other writing projects - again lol - but oh well).

I don’t know if I’ll write anymore, and as with everything else I post this is open for anyone who is interested to run with.

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Now all I can think of is Danny popping up on the sidewalk where Jazz and Oswald are talking about the kidnapping with Cujo on his left shoulder and holding up Waylon with his right arm as though he is a beach ball shouting, "Jazz! Grandpa lied! Uncle Waylon is alive!"

The GIW succeeded in passing an under the radar law that described ghosts as non-sentient beings. Leading to the Government cracking down on Amity Park and capturing any ghosts they saw.

Danny saved who he could, telling them not to come back to Amity Park for their own safety. That being said, he couldn't save everyone, not as Phantom and especially not as Fenton.

He didn't like to think on it much.

Thankfully it seemed that Halfas had it a bit better than pure ghosts, being seen as semi-sentient due to their human half. But it still wasn't enough for his parents to think he was safe in Amity, so instead of staying in Amity Park they decided to move him.

Which proved to be a far faster process than they thought it would be, because his identity was leaked to the government, as for how they knew? They overheard Wes Weston trying to convince someone of his theory and ran with it.

So now Danny and Jazz had to be quickly relocated to Gotham, and yes, they love you Danny, but with his track record they need Jazz to act as an assurance he wouldn't go out 'heroing' and stay on the down low.

Jack and Maddie stayed behind to negotiate the Anti-Ecto acts.

Jack told the two of them to meet at this specific coffee shop in Gotham, because he already asked for someone he knew to come and pick them up, which confused them because who would he know in Gotham?

But, on the way to said coffee shop, Danny and Cujo (who Danny brought along because he was not leaving him behind in Amity of all places now.) was kidnapped by a giant crocodile man.

Right under Jazz's nose too. She only realized when she reached said coffee shop, safe to say she wasn't pleased. The coffee shop seemed to be entirely booked by one man, with multiple people acting as 'guards' so to speak, not that Jazz couldn't take care of them but she preferred to avoid violence if she could.

The person she and Danny were supposed to meet turned out to be one Oswald Cobblepot, otherwise known as the Penguin, a black sheep of the Fentinightingles and Jack's friend. (I CANNOT for the LIFE of me remember where I saw this idea, but if you ever come across this post know that YOU yes YOU were the one who helped the crafting of this idea)

Oswald: Where's the other one.

Jazz: A giant crocodile kidnapped him.

Oswald: Say what.

Meanwhile Danny got himself comfortable in the sewers of Gotham with Cujo as he stared up at a 9 foot tall man who goes by Killer Croc, who looks increasingly unsure, regretful and sorrowful of his decision to kidnap Danny.

Danny finds out that his actual name is Waylon Jones, and that the sole reason he was kidnapped was because he thought him to be his long-lost dead brother.

Danny: Oh so you're my dead uncle!

Waylon: Say what now-

[ghostboybrainrot]

YAAAAAAASSS

So freaking good!

I love a good Jazz whump and Penguins characterization is phenomenal.

Empath Jazz and therapist Harley are gonna get on like a house on fire.

Also love Danny just being a little shit. Pranking the fucking Penguin. Poor man has no clothes left.

Bruce and Oswald should get together once a week for lunch. I don't think anyone would understand their plight. "Long Suffering Adoptive Fathers Club" xD

He paused at that, eyes narrowing. “Doc,” He said, slowly, “Who, exactly, did you reach out to on this matter?”

The amusement in Leslie Thompkins’ voice said everything he needed to know. As did the sudden thunder of feet as his security team began to swarm him - a few skidding on the ice, though recovering admirably - and make their way to the front door, guns at the read. “You’re clever Mr. Cobblepot, I’m sure you already know.”

The worst part was that he did.

Oswald felt a headache bloom behind his eyes as he realized the chaos about to invade his home.

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Chapter 8 is (finally) here!

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Waylon: What was that you said about the government? [He'll track back to the Oswald relation later]

Danny: Oh, yea so the government passed this thing where ghosts aren't sentient, which also applies to me because I'm half ghost so I'm regarded as semi-sentient in the eyes of the law so my parents sent me and Jazz over to the Gotham to meet with this guy he knows- which you apparently do to- so that he could take us in and hide us from the government and stuff.

Waylon, holding up a hand: Alright, so what's with the puppy?

Danny: [holds up Cujo] This is Cujo!

Waylon Jones, slowly processing the information dump as he stared down at the puppy:...Cute.

Meanwhile, on the surface:

Oswald: That damn Croc! Daring to kidnap my nephew, in broad daylight no less!

Jazz: It as my fault for not paying enough attention.

Oswald, waving over some men to follow him: Don't blame yourself, now c'mon. We're getting your brother back.

Meanwhile under the surface:

Waylon, currently sitting on the ground while being forced to pet a puppy: So, you're a meta?

Danny: No, I'm a ghost.

Waylon: And because of that you're regarded as Semi-sentient by the law?

Danny: Pretty much, yea. [Pokes Cujo]

Cujo: [grows into a larger dog nearly Waylon's height]

Waylon: What in the- [Is forced to readjust his position to have Cujo laying across his lap instead of in his lap and resume petting]

Danny: Yea he can do that. [Faceplants on Cujo's body]

A moment.

Waylon: When I finish processing what you told me, I will explode in property-damage inducing rage.

Danny: Mood. [Muffled because of Cujo's fur]

The GIW succeeded in passing an under the radar law that described ghosts as non-sentient beings. Leading to the Government cracking down on Amity Park and capturing any ghosts they saw.

Danny saved who he could, telling them not to come back to Amity Park for their own safety. That being said, he couldn't save everyone, not as Phantom and especially not as Fenton.

He didn't like to think on it much.

Thankfully it seemed that Halfas had it a bit better than pure ghosts, being seen as semi-sentient due to their human half. But it still wasn't enough for his parents to think he was safe in Amity, so instead of staying in Amity Park they decided to move him.

Which proved to be a far faster process than they thought it would be, because his identity was leaked to the government, as for how they knew? They overheard Wes Weston trying to convince someone of his theory and ran with it.

So now Danny and Jazz had to be quickly relocated to Gotham, and yes, they love you Danny, but with his track record they need Jazz to act as an assurance he wouldn't go out 'heroing' and stay on the down low.

Jack and Maddie stayed behind to negotiate the Anti-Ecto acts.

Jack told the two of them to meet at this specific coffee shop in Gotham, because he already asked for someone he knew to come and pick them up, which confused them because who would he know in Gotham?

But, on the way to said coffee shop, Danny and Cujo (who Danny brought along because he was not leaving him behind in Amity of all places now.) was kidnapped by a giant crocodile man.

Right under Jazz's nose too. She only realized when she reached said coffee shop, safe to say she wasn't pleased. The coffee shop seemed to be entirely booked by one man, with multiple people acting as 'guards' so to speak, not that Jazz couldn't take care of them but she preferred to avoid violence if she could.

The person she and Danny were supposed to meet turned out to be one Oswald Cobblepot, otherwise known as the Penguin, a black sheep of the Fentinightingles and Jack's friend. (I CANNOT for the LIFE of me remember where I saw this idea, but if you ever come across this post know that YOU yes YOU were the one who helped the crafting of this idea)

Oswald: Where's the other one.

Jazz: A giant crocodile kidnapped him.

Oswald: Say what.

Meanwhile Danny got himself comfortable in the sewers of Gotham with Cujo as he stared up at a 9 foot tall man who goes by Killer Croc, who looks increasingly unsure, regretful and sorrowful of his decision to kidnap Danny.

Danny finds out that his actual name is Waylon Jones, and that the sole reason he was kidnapped was because he thought him to be his long-lost dead brother.

Danny: Oh so you're my dead uncle!

Waylon: Say what now-