#phantom writes

[undercoverslutt]

backseat: bestfriend's older brother! simon <- masterlist

parts: one, two

this was a night that pushed the limits a little further, than blurry.

you and your girlfriends decided to go to a bar tonight. one of them turning 21. this was your first time having them come to your home town. you already being of age, did your mini-celebration in the dorms with bottles and bottles of pink whitney and hennesy and titos. it was a horrific night. you enjoyed it. you were of course inviting your best-friend, and you both needed to go shopping for this. to the fact that neither of you have had the chance to go to a bar together, legally. so here you two are about to meet up with the rest of your crew, walking down the streets of your inner town. you both lived on the outskirts. you drove your car, but the plan to get home either an uber...or something else if things get to hectic. you'd pick your car up later, this town being quite the safety net. so there was nothing to worry over.

"no man with you?" you whisper to her, her hand grabbing yours before you both step over a puddle. a hearty laugh leaves her chest, but you notice her turn around slightly. almost like to look behind you guys. you feel so paranoid all of a sudden. "right?"

"right! he's in the dog house." she makes a little noise, and you couldn't be happier. you feel the weight lifting, a spring in your step already. but you look behind you guys too. and in the distance you see the only person on your same trail. they were slow about it. not as urgent, but still on a mission. that same paranoia caved in you, but you weren't going to be for much longer. you both we're getting closer and closer to the venue.

"girls!"

with a quick swivel of your head back to what was in front of you, you now see the rest of your babes in-front of you waving the both of you down. this was going to be a cute night. you were so happy to have your best friend finally meet your other friends. with no other interruptions. just you and your girls.

mhm.

by the end of the night, you were buzzing perfectly. everyone had a light in their eyes, and everyone in the building was very respectful. it felt like their was no care in the world. there were some more girls you guys had met that night, and stayed sitting with you in the same area. the music was great, the vibes were great. everything just perfect. you felt cute. you felt sexy. free. young. all of it.

but the end of night, meant some of your girls had do be departing. and you were getting hungry. and something else was bubbling in your stomach. the lot of you begin the circle hugs, the kisses on the cheeks, taking sloppy and drunk pictures. everything becoming a memory. you're outside now, the rest of your friends waving bye as they get into their Uber's. you tell them to share the ride with you, and they do so.

"baby..." you hear you best-friend whisper out beside you, and you look towards the parking area outside of the club. there her boyfriend was, standing beside his car, with his keys in hand. a soft hum leaves your throat at their interaction, it's so cute. and soft. with you following behind her, she leans up towards him and he kisses her.

you're now on your phone as you hear them begin to talk, you're scrolling at nothing really. your brain doesn't even feel here, you still feel the buzz and you can't help but feel giggly. and then you feel fingertips at the hem of your dress. a slight tug downward.

"Your ass is out."

it's low and deterring, drawing you completely away from your phone and whatever was happening around you. but it's so slight behind you, you have to look up and over your shoulder just to see who the fuck was touching you.

simon.

was he here all along? you look into is his eyes, and they're just like you remember. this was his way of greeting you, i guess. hand that's never been lower than your shoulders in a brief hug. fingers that have barely touched any part of you. and there goes the bubbling in your stomach again. he's looking into you, for awhile, before you break the eye contact. your gaze lowering to where his hand meets the edge of your dress. he was picking at it now, the ruffles looking so small in his big fingers. you feel the fabric slip from his fingers, and the ruffle flips up, the breeze catching a squeeze between your thighs. and then simon's fingers are back on the fabric. like he can't stop bullying it.

"okay, and?" your voice is so wavery, just like your balance. you turn around enough to get his hand off of you. and now you're face to face. a silent nod is tutted to you, and then he looks towards his little sister getting into the passenger seat of your ticket home. and then one of your friends began walking your way.

she asks for a ride. of course all of you say yes, and she begins to get in the backseat. everything was happening so fast. or maybe it was your malfunctioning processing skills right now. that car was small, a tiny little four seater. it wasn't meant to be a car-pool, type of car. it definitely didn't feel like it. especially with how far the drive was to home.

you had to sit on simon's lap.

there were no words exchanged when this clicked for you when you see him situating himself into the little automobile. he still finds a way to manspread, just like any guy in any car ever. it's just a glance before you sit down on him. you fold your hands over your dress, hoping this was going be quick. you knew better.

"Sorry." simon apologizes to both you and your friend. you know he didn't think this would happen. being crammed up in the back seat with two girls. but everyone was going to have to deal with his bulky frame.

It's been a few minuets. And it's been a lot of hand hovering, and oh-so-great shifting in his lap. he can't seem to find where to put his hands. and you can't either. you guys were already on the road and it was obvious nothing was going to change. your head was almost hitting the top of the car. your best friend was supposed to be back here. and simon in the front or something. that's if he was even supposed to be here.

you think he was the figure you saw in the distance earlier. following you and your best-friend. did she make him come along? or did he want to be here? it doesn't really matter, he's here. and he's crowding you.

there's his fingers again.

peeking from underneath your still fluttering dress. his hands were on the meats of your thighs. his palms calloused like you remember. he's always felt rough, fingertips, rigid arms, scruffy. you couldn't tell if his hands were roaming your legs or not. but it didn't matter. his hands were there. and they're the only things you can feel. hear. see. just his hands and nothing else. he was having issues with this too. still trying to be respectful of course. even if you didn't feel all too respectful yourself. not with your mind going blank like this.

his name was in your mouth, but you couldn't say it. you wanted to tell him to put his hands somewhere else. because you, with all this alcohol in your system was not something to play with. if you put your hands on top of his and move them yourself, then what is he going to think?you didn't have the time to embarrass yourself. or uncover something you didn't want to have a thought about. just push it away, make it home. go to sleep.

drinking too much always made you horny, it made you feel warm down there. and you sitting and bumping in simon's lap was not helping shit.

"You okay?" his breath is right at your ear. the music in the car slowly disappeared. and it felt like it was only you and him in the car. you're sitting behind your best friend who's talking to her boyfriend, and your other friend to the left of you two. she's fallen asleep. and your dress was no longer tucked underneath your lap. it was fluttered over just enough, to where you could feel his jeans press up into your barely clothed pussy. you had a thin pair of panties on. just so you could feel more flexible with all the walking you were doing. you wanted to feel free.

you shake your head, another bump in the hilly road enlists a small huff from your chest. shit. you don't know what your panties must look like. completely sheer with your slick. and it's rubbing all over simon's crotch, do you think he knows?

maybe he'll think you were saying you were fine. the bumpy texture of his zipper keeps probing your clit. none of this is making sense. you weren't going to say anything. home. bed. you're fine.

his hands snake to your waist. maybe he got the memo. both of them gripping softly. and then you feel a slight press of him slightly lifting you off his lap. you wondered if you felt like any weight at all to him. you felt so supported. and steady. but that friction was gone.

you didn't know how to feel, especially when you hear him apologize again in your ear. he lowered his voice so fucking low, how did he do that? like he almost didn't want to say what he was about to.

"Ignore it." it feels like you are reading simon's mouth, but without looking. barely any noise coming out. just the sound of his tongue leaving the roof of his mouth, and sliding along his teeth. his mouth so close, his breath feels like a kiss to the ear. you knew what he was saying regardless. you can't help but look back. as much as you could to where his voice met with your conscious. he looks away before you can. hands still steady in your waist as he lifts you from his lap.

simon was getting hard underneath you.

but this wasn't anything you both would talk about. ever.

[phantomwarrior12]

Dead Thing

Dead thing.

Is that all a Guardian is?

A soul pulled from the afterlife? A protector forced into existence? A body with no real life?

Fikrul. Eramis. The Witness. Riven. Oryx.

They all have different ideas of what a Guardian is - enemies grasping at straws to define the undefinable.

Can the dead feel? Can the dead storm a ship to chase a wayward distress call? Can the dead be haunted by their past? By Nightmares they have failed? 

Can they mourn? Can they love?

The Guardian is not one for the existential but after everything? After the Final Shape was abated? After they bid farewell to Cayde-6 one last time?

There's a sense of finality that hangs over them.

Those fleeting moments of mortality that struck them headlong and shattered any sense of security they'd held. They are the Godslayer. They should feel invulnerable.

All they feel is shaken.

Those moments inside the Traveler, surrounded by Light and a silence that seemed to reverberate through their very soul? The terror that ripped through them as they watched their Ghost fall? The clatter of his shell against stone still haunting them at every turn?

They call the Young Wolf fearless. 

But the Guardian has tasted fear for the first time in ages and they rue its bitterness.

Can the dead fear death?

They don't think so. There should be a peace that comes with their final death and they did not find it in the Traveler.

But maybe...maybe it set the stage for that moment. The moment they clutch their Ghost for the very last time. The moment they close their eyes and sink into oblivion.

The Guardian has seen their grave.

They know when their end will come but this? This shattered that certainty of death being a long way off.

They are as vulnerable as anyone else but they are the Godslayer. They can't be afraid because no one will rise in their stead. No one will take up their mantle. 

Dead thing.

Not yet.

The Young Wolf is still very much alive - still very much ready to fight whatever comes their way.

Nothing will take that from them.

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[differentsublimephantom]

y’all help I’ve had horrible writers block for the past few weeks and I NEED to write something

Tagging so this gets notes! @doki-doki-puppy @bueller-alf @enthusiasticaviator @centracks @tylwer34567 @butterflysnowflake @professional-termite @abiscuit I tagged one of y’all for each fandom so there’s a lot of you lol

reblog so this gets more interaction pls! 💜

[technicallydangerousphantom]

I have written a desert duo poem. Enjoy.

As the last grains of sand fall

I lay, still and frigid Atop bloodstained ground, Still smoking and smelling of ash And I am the last of my kind here.

I do not hear you creep, You step with deaths silent feet And drop down beside me. I can hear the ghost flesh hit the ground, But I am watching the sky.

You are not warm, And we lay in the sun As two cold-blooded animals, A comfort as only each other can be, Two lonely souls at the end of the world. But still, you make me feel warmer.

You smell of my blood. If I was to turn, I know I'd see it, Staining your hands, your shirt And I know you'd do your best Not to see that I saw. You will pretend you are still clean.

But I don't think you believe that, I can still smell the hints Of lilac and poppy On your hands.

A reminder of a long ago offering. And a question. 'Can we still be friends?' You will never utter the words. I will never answer them.

But we sit side by side And we watch the world end, You do not leave and I do not make you. Flowers dance in the corners of my vision.

I can feel Freezing cold death flesh, Your hand in mine. I say nothing, Lest you should fly away again.

The sun sinks over the horizon, The last of the sand falls And more blood is spilt

As the universe crumbles around us, Your fingers tighten around mine. I look, and you are smiling. This is the closest you will ever get To saying sorry.

I squeeze back. The flowers sway in the breeze And the world splits in two. This is the closest I will ever get To saying I love you. Still, I do.

[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.

[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?

[plainclothesdisaster]

DPxDC Mechanical Engineer Danny

Danny caught the attention of Batman while studying at Gotham University for his alternative energy projects. He’s hired right out of college to work on the Watchtower.

He shows absolutely no tell of his abilities till there’s a dire situation- Flash’s electric discharge messes with one of his projects in progress and the whole base would have lost air pressure if he hadn’t done a quick fix using telekinesis and ice.

Of course Batman notices.

Batman assumes the worst- he suspects Danny’s a rogue of some kind, someone who has infiltrated the Justice League with an ulterior motive. But he can’t just fire Danny now- he’s the only one who knows how the new Watchtower energy source works. Plus, he’s not letting Danny go anywhere until he’s figured out his true motives.

Cue Batman subtly testing Danny- tossing things at him to trigger inhuman fast reflexes, having him lift too-heavy machinery, setting up convenient opportunities to steal or snoop or otherwise be up to no good. Danny does take advantage but only once, to use a computer terminal with unlocked clearance. He didn’t plant any bugs that Barman could find, and he otherwise kept up his powerless civilian act perfectly.

Still, Batman’s not satisfied. He brings an infrasonic sound emitter to Danny’s lab one day, and that, of all things, is what gets Danny to break.

“I know what you’re doing,” Danny admits with a sigh, finally. “If you’re really that suspicious of me, I can leave, but I kinda like my job so I’d prefer not to. The benefits are insane compared to what’s standard.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure. yeah. How about you turn off the freaking noise generator and we can talk?”

“Hm.” Batman obliges, and he takes the stool next to Danny at his gesture.

“Number one, I’m not a meta. Despite all the data and conclusions you’ve probably drawn otherwise. Number two, I’m on your side. I’m here to work on the base, that’s it. I follow your rules to the letter.”

“The-“

“The classified files I looked at? Yeah that was the one exception. You already know what I looked at, I’m sure, but maybe you haven’t figured out why. It goes back to point one- I may not be a meta, but I am something that organization, the GIW, cares about. I looked at your files on them to sus out your relations. Seeing as I don’t particularly love being the victim to twelve degrees of human rights violations if I can avoid it.”

“Hm.” The Ghost Intelligence Ward was one of many government agencies that the Justice League hadn’t worked closely with. But they also hadn’t been flagged for Justice League investigation. Danny’s comments made him doubt that call.

“Any other questions?”

“If you’re not a meta, what are you?”

“I’m an engineer. A pretty decent one. And I’d really, really like it to stay that way.”

Batman considers, and ultimately lets him stay. He likes Danny (everyone likes Danny), and it would be a massive pain in the ass to replace him. He really is a good engineer.

It’s only much later that his faith in Danny is repaid in spades.

Batman finds Danny on the Watchtower command bridge. Alarms are blaring, the station has been knocked out of orbit, out the window there’s shrapnel floating everywhere as a space battle rages around them.

On the station it’s chaos. Technicians run around, shouts from the med bay, sparks from the walls.

Batman and Danny stand at the main controls, watching the battle outside, stoic, unmoving.

Wonder Woman’s harried voice crackles through on coms: “We need backup.”

“There is no more backup.” Batman replies, while looking pointedly at Danny.

“What?”

Batman doesn’t move.

“What.”

“The impact from Darkseid’s initial attack should have sent this station on a terminal trajectory toward the planet.”

“Well. We aren’t currently plummeting to our deaths, so turns out it didn’t do that.”

“You did something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re lying.”

“Maybe Superman nudged us back on course in all the chaos.”

“I’ve been watching the trackers. No one else with the capability has come near the station.”

“Can’t you just be grateful we got lucky?”

Sounds of peril screech over the coms. Danny’s face scrunches.

“Luck had nothing to do with it. As it is now, we are going to lose this fight.”

“Isn’t there anyone else you can call?”

“I’m asking you. You can help, can’t you?”

The glare-off lasts a long moment more before Danny breaks.

“Fuck. Fuckity fuck.” Danny runs his hands through his hair. “Shit. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“I’m asking you to save this and countless other worlds from a genocide. I’m also asking you to save my friends.”

Danny looks at him, hard, weary, and with a kind of deep resolve that feels far too ancient to be on the face of a supposed twenty-something.

“Fine. Fine. Okay.” He steps back and transforms. If Batman is surprised when he shakes off his human appearance like an old coat, he doesn’t show it. But what’s undeniable is the being in Danny’s place has the unmistakable presence of power.

“No one else can know.” His voice echoes in a way that’s sonically impossible, both sounding closer and further away than he should be.

He pulls a gear-shaped medallion seemingly out of thin air and puts it over his head in one motion.

“If I get in trouble for this, I’m blaming you.”

He vanishes. Outside, the shape of the battle changes instantly. The stars seem to glow brighter as the arms of the galaxy flash with the colors of the aurora. Then it’s like the void of space itself comes alive. It moves the spaceships back like they’re toys, plucking them from one side of the field to the other. It finds Darkseid at the heart of the chaos and massive arms of nothingness and darkness wrap around him. He’s screaming as it swallows him whole.

His armies scatter. The battle turns. The JL deal with the stragglers, but the air of relief is palpable.

Danny reappears next to Batman, once again donning his grease-stained coveralls. Arms folded.

“Happy?”

It took all of five minutes. Less, probably. Batman tamps down a thousand questions.

“Thank you.”

“I’m gonna need two weeks off minimum.” Danny snaps. “One to deal with the bureaucratic nightmare you’ve just caused me, and another to recover from the headache.”

Batman blanks. “Granted.”

Danny sighs. “And I’m not fixing the station until I’m back. It won’t fall out of the sky as is. Make up whatever excuse you want.”

“Done.” He considers. “I would prefer to tell them the truth. That you saved us.”

Danny glares. “I’m not supposed to save you. I made a pact not to use my power to influence the mortal realm.”

“A pact with who?”

Danny rolls his eyes. “The embodiment of Time. The concept of Justice. Among others.” He smirks at Batman’s confusion.

“And what, exactly, does that make you?”

He stands, framed by the space window, haloed by the stars. “I’ll give you three guesses.”

Batman frowns.

“Look. I like you guys. I like working on your base. I like supporting the work you do. But you can not go factoring me in to any of your plans or contingencies. This was a one time thing.

“So to answer your question again: I’m an engineer.”

[speakingtruthfully]

Dead on main writing prompt: Jason gets dosed by a rogue and accidentally exposes his and Danny's relationship......

“And this GIW kidnap ghosts?” Batman asks.

“Totally, Dad.” Jason nods. “But you can’t tell anyone I’m a ghost!” Jason claims.

“You don’t want them to get you?” Diana questions.

“Me?” Jason scoffs, “I don’t give a fuck about me. I just don’t want them to get Danny again.” He says in a duh kind of tone.

“Danny’s a ghost?” Dick asks in shock.

Jason smiles again, “He’s a Halfa; like me.”

“Two Halfas exist?” Zatanna asks sounding shocked.

Jason laughs, “Don’t be silly. There are four of us: Me, My husband, My husband’s clone, and that one asshole.”

“You and Danny are married!” Dick yells.

“Yes, Dickwing. My husband and I are in fact married.” Jason states.

“Why didn’t you invite me to your wedding?!” Dick doesn’t do a very good job hiding the hurt in his voice.

“I will invite you to the human one.”

“Wait, your wedding was a ghost one?” Dick asks.

“Duh.” Jason nods, “we’re only legally married in the Ghost Zone.” Jason then quickly adds, “Or Infinite Realms.” Jason shrugs, “Whatever you want to call it.”

“You’ve been to the infinite realms?” Constatine asks.

“Yeah.” Jason laughs. Then, stops as if realizing something, “Oh, My God.” He looks at his older brother, “Big Bird, Did I tell you that I met Jane Austin? Because I fucking met Jane Austin!”

“That’s- great, Little Wing.” Dick says in shock.

[saltymarshmall0w]

Demon Twins AU where Danny came to Wayne Manor with Damian

Dick threw himself on the couch next to Danyal. Damian was out of the house with Bruce for the next 2-4 hours after Danyal implied Damian would love to go with the zoo with his "dad".

The family of Bats couldn't help but notice their newest pair of members acted different when apart from each other.

He nudged Danyal, ignoring the feeling of a concealed weapon in his baggy pants.

Danyal looked over, raising his eyebrows, "Huh?"

"I've been curious, Danny why are you so..."

"Normal--- While Damian is a brat?" Danyal flipped through a couple channels as he spoke, still unable to make a choice on a show.

"I wouldn't put it like that, but yeah."

"er... so as the second heir, Mother decided to focus my education on, like, blending in to any environment for infiltration purposes. She even sent me to live with a few foster families so I would get an idea of how American families think an act." He stopped channel surfing so he could list them off on his fingers, "It was two weeks with the Burns, like, a day with the Mortons, and six months with the Fentons."

"Six months?" Dick questioned, alarmed. That was a long time for an infiltration mission for someone his age. How was he not attached?

Tim, who had taken up residency out of stabbing range for this conversation, set up with his lap top and a case file spoke up, "So, you're just masking all the time?"

"Affirmative." Danyal answered in the exact same way Damian did.

"Then why is Damian so..." Tim followed up, referencing his and Damian's contemptuous relationship.

"He's throwing fits to prove to me Father won't throw us out." Danyal shrugged. He ended up settling on an Animal documentary Damian would like.

[fandomfuntimem]

Dp x dc: batshit crazy driver au.

Bruce hired a new personal driver for the Wayne's. He was a nice enough guy. His grades weren't great, but he was a great driver and very patient. Like, really patient. Like, he is so unbothered by traffic, stupid drivers, and villain attacks, its kinda scary. But all the background checks came back clean. Minus his mad scientists parents, of course.

Daniel (Danny) Fenton. He could relate to any of the Wayne kids and hold an intelligent conversation with Bruce. Bruce feels that he doesn't need to be all Brucie Wayne around the young man. He doesn't know about their nightly activities yet, though. They're not quite sure if he even needs to know.

The first sign there was something more to Danny happened when Tim was sitting in the passenger seat. Tim was struggling with a math problem. It was driving him nuts. It only took a quick glance for Daniel to solve it, though, "it's thirty-six"

"What?"

"The answer is Thirty-six. You forgot to carry the three."

"Huh..."

He was right, Tim made a simple mistake, sure. But that was advanced college level math. Danny was a straight c student and never went to college. It only took him a momentary glance to solve it. Tim, though suspicious, chalked it up to a simple case of gifted kid syndrome. He related to it and began to consult with Danny on some of his math problems. Danny was more than happy to help, for a price, of course.

Then, there was a villain attack. The villain's goons ran rampant through the city, terrorizing anyone unfortunate enough to be outside at the time. But not Danny, they'll tried, oooh they tried. But those goons swiftly found themselves zip tied, in the trunk of a car, and on their way to jail. All while Danny blasted some music by a small artist named 'Ember'.

Alright. He is in Gotham, and his mother was a black belt, so maybe he was just well trained. Its good to know how to deffend yourself.

Then, Damien was kidnapped. It was so fast they barely saw, but a white van sped by and grabbed Damien as he made his way tawords the car. Initially, Damien expected the chauffeur to panic and call the police. But when shouting and cursing were heard from the front seat, and the men in the back slipped the van door open to check behind them, it was revealed Danny had followed them and he had a gun.

What could only be described as an action movie chase scene ensued. Every corner they swerved, every shortcut they took, Danny was right behind them. Driving like a bat out of hell, he shouted and fired at the wheels of the van. Knocking one out, the van swerved and was forced to come to a stop.

A kidnapper grabbed Damien by the hair and held a gun to his head, but before the threat could even leave his mouth a bullet flew through his hand. He dropped Damien and fell to the ground screaming, clutching his hand.

The kidnapper in the van already took off running but was swiftly stopped by Redhood arriving just in time to see Danny helping Damien up and checking him over, profusely apologizing for "letting this happen."

When asked why he did all of it, his simply answered, "I don't think I would get paid if I let Mr. Wayne's kid die! I can't let a kid die in general!"

Bruce, of course, gave the young man a bonus and a few days off for the stunt. Accompanied wlth a few stern words about safety. What was truly remarkable was that there was not a single scratch on the car. Untouched, meaning he never hit anything during the whole ordeal. "I just learned what not to do from my dad!" He joked, but Bruce felt that, despite the clear joking tone, there was some truth to the statement.

The family is suspicious, very suspicious. The man they previously viewed as their simple and humble driver turned out to be a monster of a fighter, and they have no idea how or why.

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A/N: Feel free to add onto this in any way you would like :3

[terrestrialnoob]

Gut Feeling

DPXDC

Commissioner Jim Gordon meets an odd kid in the precinct.

--

“Come on, you really don’t have a way to directly contact Batman?”

Jim smiled. Kids came to the station and asked that all the time. Usually, it was just curiosity and showing them the signal was enough to get them to sign up for the Junior Police program. This one looked a little older than most, teenagers were often “too old” to believe in Batman, but again, give them a little faith now and they’ll never loose it.

“Lookin’ for the Bat, kid?” Jim asked, knowing he was about to make this kid’s –

Jim froze. The kid turned to face him and it was Bruce Wayne. Not playboy billionaire Bruce Wayne, but freshly a teenager Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne who Jim had checked in on time and again from age eight until he ran off on a globetrotting trip to find himself. The little Bruce Wayne with too pale skin and dark bags under his eyes, and not enough love to make up for all the grief weighing him down. And he didn’t look like Damian either, where Bruce was obviously his father but there were distinct traits from his mother. This was a carbon copy of a boy Jim remembered vividly.

“I am.” He even sounded like teenage Bruce. All business, like he was on a mission.

“I might be able to help you, but it’ll take a while.” Jim said and the officer the kid had been talking too gave him an odd look. He waved her off and told the kid to follow him to the commissioner’s office. Normally, he’d be more dramatic, put on more of a show for the kid, but his gut told him this was different, this was important. He offered the kid a styrofoam cup of water then closed the door behind him. “So, what do you need to talk to Batman for?”

“It’s personal. I need to talk to him in person.”

Jim took a sip of coffee from his cup. “He doesn’t appreciate me calling for no reason in the middle of the day.”

“So you do have a direct line?” The kid nearly jumped out of his seat. “If he’s upset, it’ll be my fault, just call him, please.”

“Who should I say wants to talk to him?”

The kid hesitated. “He doesn’t know me, but I have to talk to him.”

Jim frowned. “What’s your name, kid?”

He swallowed and looked like he wasn’t going to answer for a moment. “Danny.”

“Danny…?” Jim wanted a last name but Danny kept quiet. Jim sighed, “He’s likely not going to show up until sundown.”

“I can wait, as long as you guarantee he’ll show.”

“And you’re not going to tell me why you need Batman?” Jim just got a glare in response. “What about one of the other heroes?”

“Only Batman, no one else can help.”

“You sure about that? Not even Superman?”

“Not unless Superman can get me in the same room as Batman.”

“Why’s it so important that you meet him in person?”

“It’s personal.”

Jim liked this less and less by the minute. “Do your parents know you’re here?”

Danny looked away but right when it looked like he wouldn’t say anything he mumbled. “They wouldn’t care anyway.”

After another moment to give the kid time to reconsider, Jim pulled out the Bat-phone. It was a normal Wayne-Tech cell phone, but Jim had been given very specific instructions on how and when to use it. The phone listed all the Gotham Vigilantes without visible numbers so they couldn’t be copied and handed out. He pressed the one for Batman.

“Stand outside, would you?” The kid gave him a look, but followed the request. Jim could see his shadow in the door’s window, not so subtle eavesdropping.

It rang a few times, and Jim sat there awkwardly with a teenager listening to his every move. Finally, a familiar voice picked up the other end of the line. “Commissioner Gordon.”

“Sorry to call you out of the blue Batman, but I’ve got a kid here who needs your help.”

“Who?”

“Says his name is Danny, that you’ve never met him but you’re the only one who can help him.”

“Why?”

“Refuses to tell me.”

“What’s your best guess, Commissioner?”

Jim looked at Danny’s shadow, it looked like he was straining his ears to try and hear what he was saying. Danny had given him almost nothing to work with. Just his name, that he’s never met Batman but needs to talk with him in person. But Jim was here because he listened to his gut. A feeling like when you see a random rock on your neighbor’s doorstep but you’d never go in without an invitation. A feeling like you know what’s in the present and are preparing your surprised face. A feeling like when you cheated on your wife and you know she knows.

“He looks like Bruce Wayne.”

A beat of silence. “What?”

“Danny looks exactly like Bruce when he was a teenager. Exactly the same.” Jim hoped Batman would get it, feel in his gut what Jim felt.

“And he wont say why he’s there?”

“No, and he demands to see you in person.”

“I’ll be there in an hour.”

“10-4.” The line cut off before Jim had finished saying it. He called Danny in again. “He’s on his way.”

Danny glared at him. “If he’s not, if you called some social worker or something, you’ll regret it.”

“I’m sure.” Jim sighed and downed the rest of his now cold coffee.

The sun hadn’t set, but only just barely. Jim ended up taking Danny up to the roof in the end after all, if only to save his window from being broken into. The kid had a red hoodie on, but he was still shivering in the autumn chill and it was just going to get colder by the minute as the sun made its way behind the horizon.

Jim checked his watch and, at exactly an hour from when he called, he acted surprised when Batman and Robin appeared out of nowhere. “Bats.”

“Commissioner.” Batman greeted but his eyes went straight for Danny. “Danny, I assume.”

“Yeah, I…” Danny hesitated, looking at Jim and Robin.

All it took was four words from Batman. “What do you need?”

The kid held out his hand with a flash drive in it. “I’m your clone. My par- The people who made me wanted to make a stronger version of you, but they got ahead of themselves. My DNA is degrading and I’ll die if I don’t get your DNA to stabilize me.”

Holy cow.

“You don’t expect us to believe that, do you?” Robin sneered at him.

“The flash drive has all the info on it. All the data about the cloning process and the, uh, relevant experiments after that.” Batman gave the kid a look. “I didn’t want to waste time on unnecessary data.”

“If what you’re saying is true, why are you here, alone? Are they working on a different solution?”

Danny’s shoulders hiked up. “I’ve been a failure for a while now, I’m not worth the resources and they’d learn more from an autopsy.”

Oof, kid. Jim looked at Batman who seemed to feel the same… if Jim was reading him right.

“So, you wont object to a DNA test?” Robin asked with a cocky head tilt, at least he was relatively easy to read.

“You can try.” Danny said, and then realized what that sounded like. “I mean I wont stop you, but my DNA degrades faster outside my body. You’ll have to take me to whatever lab you plan on using.”

“Then we will.” Batman said and jerked his head towards where they’d probably parked that ridiculous car of his. But then he looked at Jim with a nod. “Commissioner.”

“Batman.” Jim returned the nod. “You’ll tell me how things turn out, yeah?”

“I’ll give you a report.” Batman joked – Jim could tell, it was gut feeling.

[undercoverslutt]

interrupted: best friends older brother! simon << masterlist

you were a junior now, time has passed and flown just like you like. you had a few weeks left before you could leave your campus, and be on your way back to town for the summer.

while you're away at college, you and simon, kept up with each other on a more than normal basis over the past two summers--normal basis as in enough for you and your best friends older-ish brother? just by a few years. you two have seemed to...bond. in a way that wasn't needed to be explained. because it would be hard to.

don't really know if the term friend even fits for you two. it wasn't even really that. but it wasn't not nothing. it was something and it was interesting and blurry.

he said he liked the way your bagel looked one morning, and starts asking you to send a pic whenever you end up having one. now you can't help but get a bagel everyday, you like when he hearts your pictures. that sound going off on your phone. it was a little silly. it made you laugh. this then turned into you sending pics of your lunch, or dinner. and maybe a snack here, and there.

so now you're here, sitting at one of your schools cafe's, a bag of chips, and a sandwich right in front of you. simon had told you your laugh sounded different than the last time he saw you in person. which was winter break, you had been with them for a few weeks, your break beginning mid decemeber, and ending early january.

"does it really?" you have him propped up on your water cup, taking a bite of your sandwich. you wait for his response. his camera being off of course.

"you sound like a scholar." he says, cut and dry. you softly roll your eyes, he always did that. trying to throw in compliments on your school process. it looked like he was folding his clothes for another few months of bootcamp. he was heading back. "wipe your face."

he hears you laughing again even though it's short, and smiles to himself, one he doesn't let you see. you really didn't sound any different at all. a familiar voice then sounds behind you. it was one of your guy friends, and you move your mouth away from your next bite. your smile fading. you take a napkin just as you hear him, wiping your face like simon told you to the first time.

"hey, is that your boyfriend?"

"no. what do you want?"

"yea right. who is that?" you friend keeps going.

"ghost, i'll call you back." you say. immediately ending the call and flicking your friend off for bothering you. you push out the chair in front of you and tell him to sit down. "i didn't know we were studying for finals this early, johnny."

> call u back.

< Yea

[phantomwarrior12]

A Worrier's Pursuit

Harrowing - the only word the Guardian can think to describe all of this.

Even as the Vanguard - at full strength with Cayde back in the fold - discuss the final pieces of their plan with allies new and old, the Young Wolf rests against a stack of crates.

She sits on the dated paneling, cradling her Ghost in her lap. His state distressed her more than anything and she finds it difficult to focus on anything beyond him.

None of it matters without him.

She lifts Ghost up, gently tucking him into her hood. He nuzzles against her neck and rests - the sweetest sort of Ghost cuddles.

As her head settles back against the crate, there is the sound of a transmat not too far from her and a loud thud of heavy boots. Her eyes do not open, transmats are a common firing right now with Guardians pouring into the Traveler to lend aid.

But the startled voice of her beloved drags her eyes open.

“Cayde-6…I thought you died.”

Blunt, rumbling and amused at the same time - Lord Shaxx has arrived.

“Aw, you miss me, big guy?” Cayde chuckles as he steps up to the Warlord.

“...how?”

That's the only question that mattered and yet they were sworn to secrecy.

“Eh. Traveler needed a hand and a rallying speech.” Cayde waves his hand dismissively with a chuckle. “But all of this was enough to finally drag you out of the Tower, huh?”

Shaxx’s head turns toward the Young Wolf and Cayde's gaze follows.

“Oh, you went for it after all. Congrats. How long?”

“A handful of years. We share a home and our lives when times permits.” Shaxx says softly, reminiscent of her early years in the Tower. But it is clear his priority is the woman propped against the crates and Cayde seems to note that.

“Go get her, big guy. She needs you.” The Hunter Vanguard's voice is soft as he pats Shaxx’s shoulder.

The Titan nods and turns, moving toward the Young Wolf resting against the crates. Her head tips back with a soft smile beneath her visor. 

Her Titan came for her, just as he's always promised. To be there when she truly needs him beyond the Tower.

“You look a mess,” the Warlord murmurs as he kneels down beside her. His hand lifts, brushing his knuckles along the side of her helmet, “Do away with this, Little Hunter. Let me see–”

Her helmet vanishes in a transmat before he can finish his sentence and he is met with exhausted, agonized eyes. She tries to smile, she really does. But she can feel the Light radiating from the cracks in Ghost’s shell, she can feel the subtle tremor of pain he's feeling - there is no smiling for the Young Wolf.

She's so worried about her companion even if the love of her life is gazing down at her.

“Oh, Guardian,” he murmurs, strong arms gathering her up as he shifts to sit against the crate. She curls into him as her Ghost snuggles into her neck.

A haven, at long last. 

His touch soothes the tremors of her heart, quiets the racing of her mind. She finds a calm beneath the gentle Arc currents beneath her. She finds refuge in the soothing massage along her back and legs.

Being draped over the Crucible Handler does wonders for one's comfort. She feels less weighed down. Less drained. Sleep pulls at her but it is not the sort of desperation but the sort of comfort and familiarity.

Shaxx relaxes her in a way none ever could.

“How bad is it?” 

His voice rumbles beneath her head and there is a hitch in her breathing. She can offer no words but gently scoops her Ghost and shows him to the Warlord.

“...and you?”

She looks up at him as she replaces Ghost.

Worse.

Her confidence that they can win is shaken. She will fight until her last breath and then some even if it is all for naught.

But she is shaken.

The Witness nearly shattered her Ghost - her driving force. He is everything to her and she nearly lost him.

Shaxx seems to understand the silence and curls around her, cradling her tightly against him.

“Rest. You will need your strength and I will watch over you, my Little Hunter.” His helmet lowers, bumping against the top of her head lightly in a kiss.

She longs for a real one but she knows that cannot be afforded right now. The helmet remains on beyond the safety of their room.

Still, it does not prevent her from dozing in his arms and eventually, slipping into a deep slumber. He will wake her if need be, but she is safe here in his arms. Shaxx would never let anything happen to her.

She rouses sometime later, awoken not by the satisfaction of solid rest but by Cayde-6's voice and Shaxx’s firmer hold around her.

She can hardly make out the Vanguard's words but Shaxx’s are clear as day.

“I will join her out there.”

“I get you love your girl, Shaxx. But we need you managing the fleet armaments. No one knows those like you do, big guy. The Guardian will be fine. Crow is watching her back out there and I'm watching them both.”

Shaxx sounds reluctant and by the flex of his arms around her, she imagines he is at war with himself.

“I've never seen her in such a state, Cayde.”

“I know. But trust me, she can handle this. Our Guardian is tough. It's hard to see her so rough but…she'll push through. She always does.”

Shaxx’s helmet shifts, the edge brushing her hood. He's looking down at her, she can feel it. 

“...did Zavala tell you what she was like after you died?” He asks, petting her hood tenderly.

Cayde hesitates before he drops to a crouch beside them. “No. He…didn't get into that. There was a lot about him and Ikora but…they said nothing about her.”

“You'd have been proud of her carnage. She donned this cloak and…never hesitated. She tracked your killers across the Shore. Followed Uldren into the depths until she had her prey. But what struck me was how quiet she became.” Shaxx murmurs the last sentence, beginning to rub her back and she pretends to stir a bit before settling back down. 

“She's always been one for few words but it grew worse after your death. It broke her in so many ways. It wasn't until she saw a Nightmare of you on the Leviathan that I believe she truly began to face that guilt, that grief.”

Cayde remains silent though she can feel his eyes on her.

“She didn't tell me what was said, only that…you were finally at peace. She could stop carrying that guilt with her now. You knew she did everything she could. She began to speak, to lead. To be the true Hunter you knew she could be. The leader she is now.”

“I've only seen bits and pieces, but,” there is a smile in Cayde's voice, “I am proud of her. What she's accomplished. Not just the battles, but…” He lays a hand on her shoulder, squeezing gently.

He knows she's awake.

“But you know the rest, don't you, kid?”

Shaxx’s chin lifts in mild surprise and he looks from Cayde to the Guardian in his arms.

She sits up slowly, giving the Titan a tired smile before looking to Cayde and dragging him into a fierce hug from her Warlord's lap.

I know. I'm glad I made you proud.

She knew. 

In a way, she always knew. By the way Ace felt in her hand. By the cloak on her shoulders. By her Light, she knew.

And now all was okay. He's back. He's alive. 

The Witness's days are numbered with the Vanguard at full strength again.

All will be well.

After all, Guardians make their own fates.

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[differentsublimephantom]

The Aquarium.

@enthusiasticaviator!!! Thank you so much for all the wonderful prompts! I know it’s probably already not Lego Movie Day ™️ Anymore, but it’s 8:18pm for me so I’m posting it before the days over. I’m gonna be so honest right now- I don’t think this is my best writing. I don’t even think this is good writing. Mediocre at best. But my New Years resolution was to hate my art less so I’m posting it anyways. Expect a Balthazar fanfic tomorrow to celebrate Lego Movie 2: The Second Part’s anniversary. Okay byyyyye! Fic under the cut, enjoy!

Daniel was so excited. He had only gotten his diagnosis for dissociative identity disorder two days ago. And he was of course very shaken by all that had caused it, and what happened, but he was also so excited to have a sibling!! 

Danny was a fair bit shy at first, staying pretty quiet and not always wanting to front, and they were both still getting used to “switching”, but for 7 year olds, most would say they were both handling it pretty well. 

And Daniel was especially excited because today him and his new brother were going to the aquarium with their parents. The day prior had been a stay-at-home day. To recover from the shock, and stress, and to be cosy with their family. 

Yesterday, Pa had brought out a piece of paper, and told them to write down questions for each other, and then to answer them, as a way to get to know each other. And while it had been fun, both Danny and Daniel couldn’t wait to go to the aquarium today.

As soon as the car stopped moving, Daniel unbuckled his seatbelt. “Oh- Daniel! Slow down lad! There’s no rush to get in, it’s not very busy today.” Pa said from the shotgun seat. “Sorry dad. I can’t help it! And if it’s quieter I can talk with Danny better!” 

“Alright alright! Cool your jets Daniel, and get out of the car, love.” “Okay mum!” 

After paying admission and getting in, Daniel could feel Danny getting more excited. He heard his new brothers voice in his mind. “Oooh it’s pretty in here! Peaceful too.” Daniel stopped walking for a second to focus on replying. “Yeah, that’s why I wanted to come. I knew it’d be a nice place to talk with you.” 

Daniel heard an “Aww that’s sweet buddy.” From Danny, and gave a sort of mental hug to him. “Alright. Where should we go first?” 

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It had been about half an hour since they arrived, and the boys were walking through a hallway lined with Jellyfish in tanks. Their parents had wandered off to give their sons a bit of time to themselves, and also because Daniel kept stopping to talk and it was getting a bit annoying. 

Daniel spoke up. “Hey. Do you want a turn?” “A turn? Oh you mean fronting? Are you sure?” “Yeah! Of course! Only if you want to though, I know you still feel a bit nervous being out and about.” “I’m sorry! I just feel like everyone can tell I’m a fake.” “Fake what?” “A fake person! I’m your alter! I’m not the original. I feel like people can tell, and I don’t like it.” 

“Oh… Danny, I promise you they can’t tell. How would they anyways? You remember what our doctor said, what we have isn’t very well known. And- you are not a fake person. You’re just as real as I am! Don’t sell yourself short alright? I know this is difficult to adjust to. It’s hard for me too. But you’ll be okay! I swear it.” 

Danny felt like crying at those kind words. All of this had been so disorienting, it was wonderful to hear that reassurance. “..okay buddy. I’ll switch in for a bit.” 

..*switch*!

Danny felt a bit dizzy for a second, leaning on a wall next to some very stringy looking jellyfish. “You alright?” “Yes! Im fine!” “You did it!” “Hey! Yeah, I did!” It was still an adjustment, but Danny felt… fine. Good even. 

The first time they had switched, in the er waiting room, Danny had felt like every pair of eyes in the room was burning into his body. Now, it wasn’t so bad. Less burning, more warm and cosy. 

“Woah.. it really is beautiful in here. How you feeling buddy?” Danny heard Daniel in their mind. “I’m fine! It’s cosy in here, it looks like our bedroom!” “Yeah, I don’t think you were awake and fronting for it, but the doctor called that our “mind space” I think?” “Awesome.” “Yeah…” “so. Sharks next?” “Sharks next!” 

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After seeing the sharks, and the otters, and the area where you can touch starfish, the cop family finally made it to the food court. It was very small, with only one crappy diner and a bakery, but one thing Daniel had found out about Danny was that he really liked baked goods. So, Daniel let Danny where to go, and Danny decided he wanted to go to the bakery for lunch. 

“Hello welcome to the Baker-sea Bakery, what can I get for you today?” “Uhm. Yes, uh, I’d like a croissant please!” “Toasted?” Danny looked to his mother. “She just means do you want it warm or not?” “Oh! Yes, toasted please.” “Got it.” 

“Good job! See? You had nothing to be nervous about.” Daniel teased. “Oh shush! ….hehe thanks buddy.” “Order for Dan?!” “Oop- that’s us! I’ll go grab it kiddos.” Pa got up from the table and came back with a warm croissant and some coffees for him and his wife. 

“Do you want to eat it or can I?” “It’s all your buddy! I’m not much for baked goods.” “You aren’t?? You’re crazy.” Danny took a bite of the croissant, and it was amazing. He finished the baked good in three minutes flat. “Woah, haha! you really liked that didn’t you?” Pa asked. “Yeah! It was good!” 

“If you liked that, just wait until we visit the bakery in our neighbourhood!” Ma said. “Is it better?” “Way better.” Daniel once again felt Danny get more excited. 

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Bad cop parked their motorcycle, and got off, taking off his helmet for a minute to enjoy the fresh air. “Okay, okay, can we go in now?” BC chuckled at Good Cops impatience. “Yeah, cool yer jets man! I’m goin’.” “Uhm… where exactly are we?” “Well buddy, we thought it’d be nice to go to the aquarium with you!” 

“Oh. Why here?” “It’s where me and Danny went when we were first getting to know each other. It’s nice and quiet most school days, and it’s a good place to hang out. We can leave if you’d like-“ “no! No. T-That’s okay. You already drove out here anyways, l-let’s just go in and see what it’s like.” “Sounds good buddy!” “Okay bud.”

Daniel and Danny both started giggling softly, as they entered the aquarium and felt Ezra get excited.

[technicallydangerousphantom]

Writing tonight cause i literally cannot sleep and JUST CROSSED THE 100 PAGE THRESHOLD ON MY FIC DOC!!

[thelotusrabbit]

DpxDc #8

Sleeping like the dead.

Danny has died and came back.

He obviously knows that, his friends and sister know that, but he may have forgotten the consequences of it.

Mainly, his now numerous “health issues” that other people (outside of Amity) would find… worrying.

That’s why he was denied access to the space program, or why the universities denied him scholarships, fearing he might not actually be able to finish their programs.

Danny didn’t really want to ask his parents for money either.

He knew they didn’t have a savings account for him, and he was actually trying to distance himself from them when he saw them finally keeping their promise of tearing apart ghosts “molecule by molecule”.

Lots of jobs wouldn’t hire him because of his “health conditions”, so he decided to leave Amity Park and travel to Gotham.

Getting help from Tucker, he found out about a grandfather (on his father’s side) who lived there and, after contacting him, offered Danny a place to stay until he found a job.

The address brought him to an… absolutely gigantic mansion, his jaw dropped to the floor as he stared at it.

Smiling at him, an old man with a sharp mustache offered Danny his hand.

“It is lovely to meet you, Danny. Certainly a surprise, but a welcome one.”

Danny smiled back, shaking it.

Alfred Pennyworth had a son, once. A son who decided to cut him off after college due to his growing obsession with the occult.

It was later that he found employment with the Waynes, missing his son every day and, admittedly, projecting a little on Bruce, loving him as his own.

After decades of silence, his apparent grandson contacted him out of the blue, asking for help.

Nobody could blame him for jumping at the occasion, so it was like this that (DNA test confirmed it) Danny Pennyworth Fenton started his training as a butler in Wayne Manor.

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It wasn't much later that Alfred noticed something wrong with the boy.

The slow breathing, the pale skin and occasional twitching.

Introducing him to the Waynes was chaos, as expected, but a couple of weeks later, everybody behaved like Danny had always been there, which was nice.

And, soon enough, there were more people noticing his nephew's odd behaviors.

On top of everything observed before, they noticed the nose bleeds, the way his skin would take a blue tint to it, the way he wouldn't use his left arm for a day or two...

Then one night, Alfred peered Danny's door open, like he did for every guest in the house, and he saw him.

His nephew, under the covers, perfectly still...

His eyes, unseeing but open wide...

His jaw slack and his skin cold...