#its easyer when theres an actor to take care of that for youuu T^T

[dyslexic-mess]

Lil drabbles I have nowhere else for. They where written under the assumption of a dc X dp crossover but nothing properly developed (it's mostly dialogue, I won't lie)

One of the bats asks a ghost about Danny after hearing him refered to by a diffrent title:

"The young King had many titles!" She said poudly "Though, they are mostly used by ghosts to refer to his highness. Humans gave him one..." The ghost seemed to think for a moment, placing her hand under her chin before snapping her fingers. "Ah, yes. You call our King 'The Grim Reaper', I think"

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The same ghost comments when it's revealed Danny is here for the Joker specifically:

"Your friend should think himself lucky" the ghost set her hands on her hips, nose in the air. "His Grace is a kind King, to a fault, some say, and will only intervein when he apsolutly has to. When he's called to right the ballance, he's as merciful as he can be." She looked more fierce now, a warning in her gaze "the relms could have called upon another to do its bidding and the Master of Time has no such patience for mortals..."

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Danny, explaining to Jason what he is:

"Your like...a janky medium.

Exept You weren't born with your connection to the other side, it was forced in with your soul when you came back." Danny spoke alot with his hands, Jason noticed, as he pointing a finger into his palm. " It's no wonder you went insane, its actually more of a wonder you got your witts back. You shouldn't have, your body and mind arnt compatible with the abilitys, if they where you'd have already had them."

Danny circled him as he paused, as if marveling at some kind of artwork or maybe a large mess was a better comparison.

"Dispite all that and being dunked in septic ectoplasm, somehow, you seem to have acclimated on your own."

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Vlad explaining what Danny is to Jason:

"Danny is ground zero. In basic terms."

"He was right at the heart of a tare being ripped in the vale, he was spit in two with it and then sewn back together. More than that, he was the catalyst, IS the catalyst. The portal didn't create him, he created the portal."

Vlad didn't talk with his hands, Jason noted, standing almost perfectly still as he spoke.

"He walks on the razor thin line between the two worlds with perfect ballance." Vlad paused, them muttered "Hell, he dances on it."

That comment broke vlads expression for a moment and he huffed through his nose. Jason had to smile a little at the hell Danny must have danced this guy though.

"Natural portals appear on there own but that...thing the Fentons created was forcibly wrenched into being. That requires far more than some electrics and ectoplasm. It needs a braking point. An apsolute. A moment, THE moment where there is perfect ballance between life and death."

"That's what Danny is. He's the moment. The braking point. He's ground zero. He is forever locked in that split second he was both alive and dead."

A breath. Then a lower tone.

"I doubt the Fentons even know what they've created. If they do, they certenly don't know how they did it. They could never create it again, not the portal, not the way they think they created it. The electrics, the ectoplasm the archway. To slash another hole in the vale, they would need another Danny. They would need to kill another child. Create another being that sits perfectly in ballance between the two worlds."

Then the man's face broke again but Jason didn't smile this time. Suddenly Vlad looked sad. That wasn't even the right word, he looked bereaved.

"No, if they knew, truly, what is required to force a gateway to the infinite relms, what it required the first time, it would brake there hearts."