#she’s almost like a halfa in this AU

[dudethatsmyundeaduncle]

DP x DC AU

Danny's gonna adopt all the Halfas in Gotham whether he wants to or not, and it's gonna start with the little dead girl he found after crawling out of that portal in the league base.

Pt 2 here. My Au Art

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There's a dead little girl sitting on the rug in front of Danny's coffee table curiously eating Cheetos.

Well, she's not all the way dead, only half, could even be a little less then that, Danny would know he's sort of the leading expert on being half dead.

Her skins blue, like comic book mystique blue, vibrant and impossible to miss. Shes got these big black eyes and a nasty split going straight through her upper lip to just under her right eye.

She's also missing her nose, it's just gone, no cartilage left over just the gaping nasal cavity like skulls have.

The little girl looks dead, she is dead, or she's at least as dead as Danny is which is almost exclusively in name only.

Her name is Curaré, Danny only knows it because it's been branded into the skin of the little girls neck, just under the curve of her bald skull.

Curaré is terribly thin, the little toddler sized T-shirt she has on hangs loose around her torso where baby fat should fill it out.

She's horrible to look at, a tiny nightmare, her corpse like coloring doing nothing to mitigate the appearance.

Curaré was neither a healthy nor normal little girl, there was no way Danny could have left that league facility without her.

Oh and she almost exclusively spoke in Spanish which made finding her dinner hard.

Not that Cheetos are really dinner, little kids need to eat more then that Danny was pretty sure, like 89% sure. Although they did have a lot of calories...

Danny tilts his head absently as he looks at her, the little demon being illuminated red and green by the glow of the TV. She's enraptured by the Scooby doo rerun Gotham's only spanish language channel is playing tonight.

As if she can feel his eyes she turns to him and tilts her head the same way.

Danny blinks at her, Curaré blinks back.

" Uh- " Danny starts, trying to remember anything from his Spanish elective from sophomore year. God, his teacher had been right he had needed to study more. " The Cheetos, you like them? They're uh...bueno? Oh! Son Buenos?"

He points his finger down at the snack sized bag in her grasp, her fingers are tiny , they must be so fragile, looking at the desperate grasp they have on the bag makes Danny's chest hurt. How could anyone be so small? Had Danny ever been that small?

Curaré blinks again, long and slow, processing Danny's words. She looks down at her Cheetos and back up at Danny then she carefully holds the bag out to him.

" Oh no that's ok they're for you kiddo" Danny insists.

Curaré shakes the bag at him, like enticing a stray cat with treats but he only shakes his head again.

She gives up after that, shrugging and turning back to her cartoons.

Inside her chest Danny can feel her ghost core vibrate placidly as Scooby and Shaggy run across the TV in a panic.

Danny's own core can't help but try to match it's frequency, a low contented humming echoes between them, safe it seems to say.

Curaré can't be older then 4, which means she was resurrected young and that she died even younger. Danny doesn't know how any of it happened, halfas aren't created easily, the amount of energy needed...

She's so small.

He hopes it was fast, whatever it was that did this to her, made her like him.

Danny also hopes that her injuries aren't permanent. Some ghosts keep the carnage of their corpses well into the after life but as a Halfa Curaré should heal, even if she got those injuries during her ressurction. For her sake it'll be much easier to find some sense of normalcy if she isn't always actively bleeding, even if the blood itself is just an ecto-echo of real blood.

Danny curls his knees up to his chest and hides his face for a moment just trying to breathe. He's too young to be taking care of a toddler, he's still six months away from turning 18 and hes got school on Monday. His eyes burn and his throat constricts as he tries to swallow.

No one else but Danny would know how to take care of Curaré, and she's got no family to try and stumble their way through it. Danny can't take her back to the league and he sure as hell isn't going to search for whoever put that brand on her neck.

Even if he dropped her off at the fire station Gotham only has one Meta focused orphanage, it's state run and all the kids in it have to wear little prison style jump suits. And the food sucks, Danny can personally vouch for that.

She doesn't have a home, she's just as out of place here in Gotham as Danny is. Danny really wishes, not for the first time, that he had an adult here. Like Jazz or hell even Mr. Fuckin Lancer.

Just anyone. Anyone who could tell Danny what to do about this. Who could help him out with the child he's suddenly acquired.

He wishes anyone else was here so it wouldn't just be him and Curaré. Two dead kids sitting on the floor of a studio apartment in the Bowery watching cartoons.

What a pair the two of them will make, oh God. Danny laughs as a few tears stain his jeans.

Curaré makes a curious little noise that has Danny forcing his head up. She's reached the inevitable end of her snack sized bag and she looks absolutely devastated. She turns to look at him, tilting the empty bag towards him as if to say ' can you believe this shit!'

Danny can't help but give her a watery smile, no more crying Fenton, and wipes his nose on the back of his hand.

" Okay, one thing at a time." Danny tells himself. " You finished your Cheetos and now it's time for dinner, right? Stop me if I'm wrong."

Curaré just looks at him.

Danny's not worried, they're gonna have all the time in the world to teach her to appreciate humour and also English.

" I'm going to take that as a yes. " Danny hops up off the floor and goes to find his phone, nobody does dinner like the local Batburger.

Little foot steps follow him into the hallway, he'll have to get used to that sound he's going to be hearing it a lot.

Food first, everything would be better after they ate.

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For BG I imagine he's been living in Gotham for a few months and found Curaré while popping in and out of different portals in Gotham. (Who woulda guessed that some portal in Gotham leads right to the lazarus pit)

Note: if u wanna see cool art for this AU it's all in the Danny and the little dead girl au tag on my pg!

[shinyspooks]

literally and non-literally

so. i'm literally obsessed with @zillychu 's fire core au. so i HAD to write this.

note: i imagine this happens sometime between danny actually starting to talk to them and them finding out about the halfa thing- so like, really early bonding/flirting stage?? you'll get what i mean

Warnings: blood mention, Danny kills a ghost off screen. + said ghost's arm gets torn off. this fic is comedy though i promise

Word Count: 1k

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This had been a bad idea.

That was all that Tucker could think, as he and Sam stood under the cover of a nearby half-destroyed building, watching as Phantom beat another ghost to a pulp.

Neither of them had seen the other ghost before, and it seemed that they likely never would again, if the way Phantom was tearing into them was any indication.

Literally, tearing into them, it seemed, as Phantom fiercly bit down on the other’s arm and ripped it clean off, blood splattering down to the pavement, followed by the ghost’s body, slamming down with such force that it made the ground tremble. When the dust settled, the ectoplasmic body didn’t so much as twitch.

“Wow.” Sam said, interrupting the unsettling silence, “That was kinda hot.”

Phantom, arm still in his mouth, turned around with a look filled with so much abject horror that if this was any other situation Tucker would’ve laughed.

Letting the arm drop from his mouth to fall to rest on top of it’s original body, Phantom joined Sam and Tucker on the ground. Well. Sorta on the ground. He got closer to the ground. But he remained floating, as usual.

“Ah-” Sam interrupted him before he could speak, “You’ve got a little-”

She reached forwards, towards Phantom’s face, and he instantly floated several feet back, letting out a hiss. Sam froze, before letting her arm drop to her side.

“Right, no touching.” She said, “But, uh, you’ve got some blood- or, ecto, on your face.”

Phantom almost seemed to hesitate for a second, before using his fist to try and wipe the ecto-blood off his cheek. He didn’t do much other than smear it a little, but both Sam and Tucker decided to not mention it. Phantom floated a bit closer again with a small sigh.

“I hope,” He started, “That when you said hot, before, thatit’s in reference to the literal heat, cause otherwise…”

“Otherwise…?” Sam tilted her head to the side with a smirk. Tucker silently shook his head at her, but she ignored him.

“Because otherwise, you’re a lot crazier than I thought.” Phantom said, crossing his arms with a huff. If anything, Sam’s smirk grew wider at that.

“Hi, I’m Sam, and I’m a lot crazier than you thought I was.” She said, linking her arm around Tucker’s and dragging him in closer to her. “This is Tucker, he’s also a lot crazier than you thought he was. May I know your name?”

“Don’t drag me into this.” Tucker muttered, and Sam lightly kicked his shin, making him sharply inhale. Phantom slow-blinked at them both. Truthfully, they didn’t really need him to tell them his name, they both had a pretty solid guess that he was, maybe, perhaps, the Phantom, but he didn’t need to know that. Besides, when it came to somewhat eldritch or fae-like beings, there were whole things around names, so it was best to give the matter some form of caution.

(And even if it wasn’t a fae-name kind of situation, the fact Phantom had not willingly gave them a name to call him by at this point did imply that they should treat the matter with some delicacy).

“…Nice try.” He said, “It’s not something you need to know, though.”

“Hm, maybe we should try giving you a name then…” Sam trailed off, thinking. Tucker let out a defeated sigh, immediately realizing that she was about to throw their previous caution and delicacy around Phantom’s name away entirely. Phantom looked almost confused, and slightly angry, like she hadn’t gotten his point, but couldn’t even say a word before she was speaking again. “Ah, I know. We’ll call you Casper.”

Phantom slow-blinked again, now very obviously confused.

“You’re choosing, of all things, to name me after the old high-school?” He asked. Now it was Sam and Tucker’s turn to look at him in confusion.

“No?? I- Oh, wait.” The realization seemed to hit them both at once. “You wouldn’t have seen that movie, would you?”

“Movie?”

“Casper, the Friendly Ghost.” Tucker elaborated. Phantom seemed to bristle.

“Ghosts are not friendly.” He said. Sam and Tucker both shared a look that made him glower at the both of them. “Seriously. Ghost’s aren’t friendl- wait, hold on. If you’re naming me- you think I’m friendly?!”

The silence that followed seemed to be response enough for him.

“I’m not friendly. I- you both aren’t just crazy. You’re insane.” Phantom said. Sam seemed to consider something for a moment.

“Hmm… You know, you’re pretty cute too, Casper.” She said, and Phantom sputtered, suddenly dropping to stand on the ground.

“Cute?!”

“Ah-” Tucker suddenly felt the need to maybe do some damage control. Phantom was already a threat enough without a damaged pride. “Of course, you’re very, uh, scary and powerful-”

“In a hot way though.” Sam interjected, “In a non-literal hot way.”

“Sam!” Tucker had to admit that she was objectively correct, but- “You can’t just say things like that-”

“You know I’m right. He’s hot. Both literally and non-literally.” As she said so, she gestured at Phantom, who had taken to staring very pointedly at the ground. Was it just Tucker’s imagination, or was his face turning a little green-

Phantom’s fists suddenly clenched, and when he looked up at them again, it was with a glare in his eyes, the edges of his hair slowly growing more smokey than its usual state.

“Get out of my town.” He hissed, eyes flashing a brighter shade of green. Ah. It seemed they had reached Phantom’s idiocy limit for the day.

Not wasting any time, Tucker flipped Sam’s grip on his arm so that he was the one holding on to her, turned, and started to drag her away at a rather speedy pace.

“Aw c’mon, I was only messing around!!” Sam complained, but still allowed herself to be dragged. From some distance behind them, Phantom tsked.

“Keep playing around like that and you’ll get burned.” He muttered, quietly, but not quietly enough for them to not overhear.

“Was that a pun? Wait- Tucker, the ghost knows puns-” Sam said, planting her feet into the ground. It was enough to give Tucker pause as well, turning around-

Phantom had already vanished.

“He knows puns, Tucker.” Sam continued, “Tucker. We’ve got to bring the joke book next time.”

[starry-bi-sky]

more clone^2 thoughts

you know who i just remembered ALSO has long hair? Vlad. Vlad Masters. Danny's worst enemy and biggest pain in the ass ever since he sent those vulture ghosts after his fucking dAD. Danny having long hair would make Vlad so inSUFFERABLE. Like look!! Proof that you are much better off as MY son. We have matching hair lengths! Come be my son! I will make you a halfa like me and we will become powerful allies together!

Danny almost chops it off out of spite. He ends up not doing it because he likes his hair long, actually, very much so and he's not growing it out again just because you're crazy! He's attempted to take a pair of scissors to Vlad's hair though -- THAT was a fight that got ugly. Danny's go-to threat whenever he sees him after that is that he's going to chop off vlad's hair when he's not looking - just you watch, Masters. He'll do it. HE'LL DO IT.

And if Danny wasn't keeping it a tight secret, he'd turn around and taunt Vlad about being a) a clone and b) a clone of BRUCE WAYNE. he'd say stuff like:

"How's it feel knowing my parents cloned a man richer than you"

"you're just mad that bruce wayne is more my dad than you'll ever be!"

"it could've been you that my parents accidentally cloned instead of Wayne, but instead you fucked off for twenty years instead!"

but also its a constant question Danny asks himself how he and no one else ever figured it out sooner that he was a clone. He doesn't understand how Vlad of all people didn't realize it when he went to college with the man with his parents and was also stinking rich, before remembering that he doubts Vlad remembers anyone who wasn't his parents in college, and has been a rich, recluse loser this entire time.

its a good thing though, danny's pretty sure vlad would attempt a hit on the man if he found out out of pure jealousy and indignant rage. And then he'd get his ass beat by Batman and his army of children.

All in all, Dany is a pure menace towards Vlad whenever he gets the chance, as is normal, and then Vlad's suffering gets doubled after he makes Ellie - of which she is even worse than Danny because she's the halfa that Danny Is NOt and thus has the powers to break into his house easy peasy and wreck shit. She steals his obsidian black card and goes on a shopping spree. This is a regular occurrence.

(and for anyone who isn't aware - Ellie is the same age as Danny in clone^2 bc i thought it'd be fun)

And then it gets tripled once Damian joins the family and gets caught up to speed on all of Vlad's tomfoolery and whoops, Damian's got better stealth skills than Danny and looks like Ellie has a partner in crime whenever they need to sneak into vlad's house to cause him grief.

Vlad's walls are the first canvas for Damian to test out his new spray paints on once he gets them :)

next up

Wes weston! i love this guy, he's so funny and he definitely knows danny is the Phantom in the clone^2 au. it's not as easy to figure out as it is in canon since its not just a simple colorswap, but perhaps he sees Danny taking off his mask after a daytime fight. and after that he becomes determined to reveal that quiet, strange fenton is the vigilante phantom.

he's putting some real,,, detectiveness? stalkerish? skills to use because catching photos of phantom is not as easy as it is if he were a halfa. He can't just snap a few dozen photos of fenton and phantom and then color compare the two of them either - Phantom wears a mask, and works primarily at night or in evenings, and typically avoids the living during the day. And he doesn't speak to the living either. Wes has to put in some extra work into his investigations and evidence.

He also makes the dumb mistake of cornering Danny in the bathroom one day early on and telling him he knows he's the Phantom -- now that Danny knows that Wes knows, he's going to be even more careful not to get caught. He puts in a little extra work in both Fenton and Phantom - another layer, perhaps a jacket, as Phantom, and baggier pants and boots he never wears as Fenton. His hood stays up in the daytime.

He was already putting in some extra effort to appear creepy and unsettling as Phantom - things like crouching low, tense movements, fluid movements. If he's perched on something he does a kinda-crawl like movement - think a mix between a bear and a gorilla crawl. It's weird, creepy. And he stares. Danny's mastered the art of not needing to blink for long periods of time, so if he sees you and sticks around he stares. It doesn't help that you can't see his eyes that well through his mask - its just two piercing green.

It helps endear him to ghosts and his enemies though - the annoying little human boy is engaging in ghost culture! That's eliciting some form of begrudging respect from his enemies.

And then compare that creepy, almost cryptid-like behavior to Fenton who, while considered a freak, really isn't anything more than just some dorky weirdo with occasional heart problems. He's kinda unsettling - he has those 'stares into soul' eyes - but its leveled by the fact that he's kinda just... dorky. It reads as normal, awkward kid behavior, and then gets disregarded completely as he gets older and it bleeds into 'very chill teenager'. Fenton being Phantom doesn't compute that much.

Paulina: you think Phantom is Fenton? Wes: I don't think, I know he is! I have proof-- Star: Just because they both have black hair doesn't mean they're the same, Wes. That's like saying Paulina and Manson are sisters because they also have black hair.

Wes's attempts to out him as Phantom means that Danny is a little more wary of him than he is in canon, since his vigilante identity isn't an entirely different ghost form its just him, so he has to be careful about where or when he takes off his mask in case Wes is around. Especially during daytime fights.

But other than that he has a lot of time messing with him. Wes is trying to convince his table group at lunch that Fenton = Phantom (again) and Danny just so happens to be within earshot of him and starts making fun of the idea.

"You think I'm Phantom?" and he's got the most disbelieving grin on his face that's only partially convincing. "That's totally bogus, man. The Phantom famously doesn't get along with my parents, why would I be a ghost hunter and not work with them?"

He has this most shit-eating, delighted look in his eyes that Wes knows is pure manic glee at being able to mess with him and get away with it. Wes is going to strangle him.

"Besides, dude, did you forget I have a heart condition? I can't be chasing around ghosts - my heart would give out from all that running and jumping."

Although Danny can get really serious at the flip of a coin if need be - especially with Wes when he gets too pushy about him being Phantom. A notable instance is when Wes cornered him in an empty bathroom to again talk about him being Phantom.

Except Danny, who had been working on a really difficult cold case about the death of a child, and hadn't gotten much sleep in the last 72 hours, plus a plethora of other stuff (like recently acquiring Damian, fighting ghosts, etc), wasn't in the mood to entertain him. It ended with Weston getting pinned to the wall and lowkey threatened by Danny. He apologizes for it afterwards but it's not forgotten.

Additional note: Wes Weston having a crush on Danny Fenton is a hilarious trope to me so Wes absolutely has a crush on Danny and the only one in denial about it is him. Everyone else - except Danny because he's more focused on the fact that Wes knows his identity, and has other things to worry about - knows about it, and everyone chalks up his obsession with Danny as being part of said crush.

Wes' friend: you know usually when you have a crush on someone you normally confess, maybe ask them out, pine from afar....

Wes: i dont--

Wes's friend: not accuse him of being the local ghost-fighting vigilante. Seriously, wes! His parents are ghost hunters!

Wes: i do not have a crush

Wes's friend: and ghosts aren't real! everyone knows that's a lie!

next up

Dan! Or Dante, but i'll call him Dan for the time being. Even if I dislike the name with a passion. Much like Wrath from my Childhood Friends au, Dan here is pretty different from his canon counterpart. Mostly because I wanted to experiment with Dan and different interpretations of him, and I thought; hey, where no better than an au where Danny has no powers?

so, dan? Dan is not a combination of Danny and Vlad's ghost halves -- now, don't get me wrong, danny still ends up under vlad's custody care after the death of his family, but he just doesn't fuse with Vlad's ghost.

So, what happened? What happened is that Vlad convinces a grieving Danny that he should let him make him a halfa (despite the fact that he has no idea how) because the he could go find his family in the ghost zone. Danny is in no mental state for any kind of experiments, but his hope and want to see his family and friends again gets him to agree.

It backfires. Vlad doesn't make Danny a halfa, he just ends up killing him completely. Danny comes back instantly as a ghost however, and enraged over being lied to, betrayed, and murdered, ends up killing Vlad in furious cold blood. He doesn't fuse with his ghost half, there's no ghost half to fuse with.

So a grieving ghost, Danny flees into the ghost zone. And, in this iteration, doesn't end up destroying the world. So how does TUE end up happening? Well, ten years later - with Danny remaining a forever 14 year old ghost - Dan ends up finding out about time travel. He finds out a way to travel back into the past, and he does.

So he can take over his past self's life. Danny just thinks he's fighting a weird doppleganger ghost, but ends up getting overshadowed. It's like being in a weird limbo, and Danny's not really sure what's happening - but his friends figure something out. After all, its been ten years since dan saw his friends, something has to give.

And that episode happens. Danny ends up meeting clockworth, beats Dan. But, well, it's not really happily ever after - somewhat. Ehh.. sorta. Danny's been traumatized by Dan's overshadowing - making him realize that despite everything, there are things ghosts can do that danny simply cannot and he needs to prepare for it. Onset paranoia, anyone?

Dan tells them his whole tragic backstory - there's a chance for redemption here, for him. For forgiveness. Not immediately, not yet, but its there. And he doesn't want to go back to the future - he's alone there. He's tired of being alone.

But he ends up being convinced - he needs to learn to look forward, not cling back. He can build himself up again, find new family. He doesn't have to be alone. So Dan goes back to the future.

"But come tell me if Vlad's giving you trouble --" and he smiles something wicked, "I'd be happy to handle him again"

and finally

not so much as any concrete thoughts as it is just me being emotional over Danny and Damian's brotherhood in this au and also Danny's hands. Again.

lIKE.. I put it in the tags of my reblog of my "danny's scarred hands' ficlet but im putting it here and its just?? Danny grabbing the blade of Damian's sword. Him grabbing the sword multiple times despite the fact that he knows it will hurt, that he will hurt himself. That he will keep hurting himself until Damian himself stops.

its just like??? whats it mean to spill your own blood just so that this little boy you've just met won’t have to ever again. he doesn't know any english and he is hurting you and yet you take him home and get him new clothes. he runs away and you go looking for him, every single time. you teach yourself arabic first so that you can converse with him.

this boy is a clone and so are you. you're a clone of his father he's a clone of your son - by nature of your existence this is your child. except its not your child, you don't have one, its just a little boy who happens to share the same dna as you. and you take him home and he becomes your little brother.

what's it mean when its you whose been hurt rather than him? whats it mean when you’d hurt yourself again just so that he can start to heal, so that he knows that he’s worth it? you cut your hands on his blade, catch its swing, just so this boy can know, can learn, that there’s someone who will bleed for him. that there's someone who will scar their hands just to make sure that you wont scar yours.

you’re a bleeding heart and its spilling out onto your palms. you take bloody fingers and wrap it around your little brother’s and say "its okay. it’s okay. you’re safe. no one will hurt you here. i promise. i wont let them. no one will hurt you so long as i'm around."

"put the sword down. i can show you how. let me show you how."

and damian in this au just reminds me of the song "eight" by sleeping at last. like?? the lYRICS. he is sO "eight" coded

'show me how to lay my sword down for long enough to let you through.' 'here i am. pry me open. what do you want to know?' 'im just a kid who grew up scared enough to hold the door shut and bury my innocence' 'but here's a map. here's a shovel. here's my achilles' heel. im all in palms out. im at your mercy now and im ready to begin. i am strong enough to let you in.'

"by nature of our existence we are father and son, but by choice we are brothers. we are brothers we are brothers we are brothers. and i love you"

[kore-arts]

So! New au hehehe. Joker jr and Red Hood take place in the same universe.

@aurora-bore-aura and I have been going insane/pos

Jason Accidentally falls through an unfilled tunnel into Arkhams basement. Glad that even his half mask canceled his yelp as he stalks through the facsimile of a suburban scene. His eyes narrowed as he saw cords leading from a grill. They widen again as he sees Harley snoring on a picnic table.

Fingers tense around his knife until he hears soft almost inaudible sobs. A kid, and oh how that struck his heart. Even more when he sees the torn and bloody Robin suit.

His replacement lay on a metal table. Bound and sobbing in his sleep, another Robin tortured by a monster. He jumps hearing a laugh that haunts his head as he slashed the binds. As he dodges, swings and taunts he picks up the boy. Copper floods his mouth as he bites his tongue to not make a sound.

His mind blank, he knocks the two out and runs out. He is dangerously aware of how light, how small his replacement is. Especially as his eyes open and a mumble of “my ‘obin. My ‘obin saved me” before going slack again.

(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

And so Jason pre- Red Hood finds and saves Tim. Only nights before the others could. The poor boy is at best near catatonic or mumbling. Or at worst laughing and choking on tears.

So Jason is trying. He is Really trying, he does laugh when he finds out Tim glammed up the heads in the dufflebag. And when he gets back and finds him rebuilding the bazooka. It worked extremely well.

It takes time. Tim picked up the hobby of sneaking and reading the tomes his parents illegally kept. Magic being a hobby that didn't remind him of either Joker or being Robin.

Or when they had to temporarily relocate as Gotham celebrates for weeks as the Joker Mysteriously showed up dead. And no it wasn't one of the two of them.

Or when Jason ate a glowing ball only to find out he was a Starving Halfa and ate the Joker's core.

He basically got food poisoning and Tim got a Friend out of the Ghost Princess and King! And finds out Jason is a Protection spirit on the way to be the next Lord Gotham as Lady Gotham is steadily growing weaker and tired.

Jason and Tim sit down once. Laughter was a problem and they both needed to seperate it from the monster. Tim brought up he wanted to help. And they talked. And so Crow joined Red Hood on the scene. Murder being a last resort and the Caw like laughter being a warning message in their territory. Soon enough the Bats and Birds would find out. And they didn't know what they would do.

Ps the Crow is named Alice. She keeps finding pocket watches

[phoenixgrl1412]

Jazz is Damian's bio sibling, not Danny

I see tons of Demon Twin AUs, and I love them, but I started to wonder about what the universe would look like if Jazz was Damian's sister.

Not sure what her birth name in this AU would be (Yasmin? Yasmina? Something else) so I'm going to just refer to her as Jazz.

I'm thinking that Jazz was attempt #1 at getting the perfect heir, and for whatever reason, she was deemed to be inferior. Is there something actually wrong with her? No, but Ra's is an asshole. If you'd like to go a more sexist route, Jazz could be unworthy because she's female (in this AU, Ra's keeps Talia around to make an heir, not to be the heir).

Despite not being the perfect child they wanted, Talia and Ra's train Jazz until they are able to try again. She's taught as if she was the heir, even though everyone knows she isn't, because there isn't a better choice at the moment.

When Jazz is three, Damian is born. Damian is her little brother and she loves him as best she can, but Damian is raised to treat her as inferior, and it shows. Everyone looks down on her, especially Ra's, and that attitude is the example Damian follows.

Jazz is still trained, because if nothing else she could still be an assassin, but no one holds out much hope for her. She isn't as talented as Damian, even though she's older. She's not as strong or as stealthy or as cutthroat. She is more clever, but she is older than him, so it's brushed off. Besides, good assassin soldiers don't need to be clever, they just need to obey.

But where Damian excels in the physical arts, Jazz excels at the mind arts. Solving puzzles, recognizing patterns, psychoanalyzing her opponents to predict their moves - that's what she's good at. It's clearly inherited from Batman (no one can explain her red hair, though).

When Jazz is eight and Damien is five, Jazz flees the League. Why and how is your choice. Maybe Damian is supposed to kill her in a show of superiority. Maybe Talia helps her fake her death and escape as a final act of motherly love. Maybe Jazz flees on her own, wanting to be something else even if she doesn't know what.

Jazz makes it to America, and then to a little podunk town in the middle of nowhere, Illinois, called Amity Park. She meets the Fenton parents and their almost six-year-old son, Danny. And somehow, they take her in. And for a while, it's the family she wished she had, with loving parents and a little brother who didn't want to stab her.

Danny isn't Damian. He isn't a replacement. She knows that they aren't the same. They are radically different, even if they both make her want to cuddle and love them (at least Danny doesn't try to stab her for doing it). She can miss Damian and what could have been while embracing what she has found.

And for a while, she's happy.

Sure, she didn't expect her little brother (Danny is her Little Brother, Damian is her Baby Brother, there has been and will always be a difference to her) to die and come back, but she's seen weirder stuff when she was in the League.

She also didn't expect Danny to use his newfound powers to become a hero, but it's his choice, and she's going to support him. At least she has her League training to fall back on, even if she's a bit rusty.

And yeah, she was hoping that her adoptive parents would take Danny's halfa status a lot better than they did, but she'd always known it wasn't going to end well. She's always been good at recognizing behavioral patterns, and theirs said nothing good. But she'd hoped, for Danny's sake, that she would be wrong.

She never thought she would flee for her life for a second time, but here she is, driving a stolen car with her unconscious and bleeding brother in the backseat, heading towards the one place she swore she would never set foot in: Gotham.

[hidden-under-lock-and-key]

Once again free for anyone to use just credit me loves.

It's AU time

The People in Amity can only see ghosts because of their exposure to ectoplasm. Everyone thinks the town is collectively suffering from mass hysteria. No one can explain why. The claim of ghostly activity from almost all of its residents leaves experts baffled. The town even has self-proclaimed 'ghost hunters.'

Despite having no explanation as to what is causing it there was no doubt that the people of Amity Park were suffering from mass hallucinations. At least that was the thought of the Justice League and any outsider of Amity. Then after literal years there was finally a ghost spotted in Amity. Seen by someone other than the locals. Videos showed him destroying the town. Although all reports say he fought off the ghost despite no other "ghost" being spotted. The justice league might have a lead on what the hell was happening in Amity and its residents.

Basically, the JL thinks Danny the cause of mass hallucination /hysteria in Amity because outsiders can't see the ghost he is fighting. (As a halfa Danny is visible to outsiders.)

"But Hidden what about the GIW?" I hear you asking. That's the best part. Instead of ghost hunters, the GIW is there to study the people of Amity and the Fentons, in particular. To try and find out why it's happening. They use the "Ghost Investigation ward" as a cover to get close to/ talk to the locals. They show up to attacks to observe the people. I can only imagine them pulling Danny out of class to talk to him like:

Danny glared at the woman sitting across from him. 'Ghost Investigation ward' his ass. He didn't buy that the government believed his town was infested with ghosts for one second.

As if she was unaffected by his glare she spoke confidently.

"So, does your whole family see ghosts, Daniel?" Danny bit back his sarcastic response. He knows they think his family is crazy but they could be less obvious about it! Instead, he settled on saying.

"Everyone sees ghosts around here."

"Yes, but not everyone makes a career out of hunting them. Of studying them" she quickly cut in. Not taking then the open-ended response for an answer.

"You are talking to the wrong Fenton. That's my parents, I for one want to be an astronaut."

--

Or showing up to the Fenton house and Maddie and Jack showing them their lab. Lots of fun with that last little part.

[spacedace]

WAIT I JUST HAD ANOTHER THOUGHT FOR THE DISASTER MEET THE INLAWS DINNER:

okay context: so in this AU, Danny and Dan are the only ones who don't know the batfam secret. Jazz figured it out when they first moved in next door to Jason. Damian told Elle after she trusted him with the truth about being a halfa. Elle didn't tell anyone else since it was a secret Damian trusted her with, while Jazz & Jason assumed that everyone else in the Nightingale family knew and never really brought it up.

It just completely sailed over Dan & Danny's heads. Even though part of the deal the family worked out with the Spirit of Gotham is to help protect her Bats and Birds (that's why Dan ended up in Bludhaven, to help keep Nightwing safe) and they regularly (secretly) follow the batfam around during patrols and fights to help make sure nothing bad happens to them.

Which brings us to the disaster dinner where, after things have almost calmed down from the chaos and embarrassment of Elle and Damian's power point & movie, everyone is actually almost getting along. Turns out, getting horribly roasted by the two gremlins helped break the ice a bit. It's kinda hard for the Bats to hold on to as much of the suspicion for the Nightingales as before when they just watched a supercut of everyone’s most embarrassing moments from the past five years with color commentary from the Chaos Duo.

Which is to say Danny is feeling comfortable enough - with some edging on by Elle - to reveal his conspiracy theory about who Batman is, to Bruce.

Just looks Bruce straight in the eye and with his whole heart and soul asks, "So, like you're for sure Batman's sugar daddy right?" -

Tagging for those who asked: @screamingtofillthevoid @stargirl1331 @mnemovoid @malice-of-the-sunrise @bathildaburp @autumnwulf @revnantdpxdclover @coruscateselene @writer-extraodinaire @idfk-man10 @fluffen-spooky @frostedthroughghost @akikkobara @unadulteratedsoulsweets @phoenixdemonqueen @overlycaffeinatedsuperwholockfan @gin2212 @emotional-otter @lexdamo @dixiwoods @wildbacon @ashleysmshly @that-random-fangirl @satanicrutialspecialist @lazy-bouqet @treepainting @busterkeel @gin2212 @idontgetpaidenoughforthisshit @jaggedheart11 @introvert-even-on-the-internet

[theghostkingisdead]

so i have this au where danny is basically raised by ghosts. even before the portal opened, his parents' constant work with ectoplasm thinned the veil around their house, meaning shades could pass over. And these shades basically take a look at this neglected child and say is anyone else gonna raise this kid and then don't wait for an answer

In this au danny becomes a halfa through constant exposure to ectoplasm, which literally burns through his humanity but doesn't kill him. I haven't decided whether or not he still goes through the portal in this one, so lmk what y'all think.

A potential scene from this AU:

Danny sat at his desk, trying to focus on his homework over the growling in his stomach. It was easy work, really. Just a review worksheet for the upcoming math test. Long division. With fractions. And decimals.

Ok, so if Sally has two thousand dollars, spends 4/5 and puts 3/4 of it in the bank, she’ll have about…how much remaining?

Danny groaned, slamming his head onto the table. His stomach groaned with him. The ache was dull, for the most part, and would have been easy to ignore if not for the sharp way it bit at him whenever he moved.

It had been two and a half, maybe three full days since he’d eaten anything. It wasn’t his parents’ fault, that they forgot to feed him over the weekend. They had their own minifridge in the basement, and rarely remembered to come upstairs except to sleep.

Once upon a time, Jazz had made sure he at least ate something, back when his parents stocked the fridge with non-biohazards. But she was in fourteen and old enough to work, now, and he barely saw her except in the mornings.

Danny frowned back at his page. So, one quarter of two thousand is five hundred, and that leaves 4/5 of one thousand five hundred… no, that’s not right.

Thunk. Something heavy landed next to his head.

Danny flinched back violently, almost tipping over his chair. He flailed his arms, trying to find his balance.

He looked back up. There, sitting on his desk, dripping green juices all over his worksheet, was a piece of what might have once been steak.

It was the right shape, he was sure, but where steak was normally pink, this piece of meat was light green, with nearly-black veins threaded throughout. He leaned forward, face screwing up at the smell; like dead iron and cleaning supplies.

It was gross. It was foul. It was getting raw-meat juices all over his half-finished paper.

It had been three days since he’d last eaten.

Against his will, Danny felt his mouth beginning to water.

He looked towards his door; still closed and locked. The only clue as to where the steak had come from was the room’s dropping temperature, and a shadow in the corner of his room. it disappeared when he looked at it head on, but from the corner of his eye, he could make out a human-like figure with narrowed eyes and crossed arms.

It gestured at him, and Danny knew what it was asking.

The steak was gross. Danny was hungry.

Wouldn’t he get sick from eating raw meat?

A memory tickled at the back of his head, of a steak so rare it was barely cooked, of a night out with Aunt Alicia.

So maybe he’d be fine?

Danny grabbed the steak, grimacing at the way it squished between his fingers. He brought it up to his face, and almost threw up directly on it; the smell was way worse up close.

But Danny was hungry, and he had never been one to waste food. Steeling himself, taking a large breath of blissfully clean air, he leaned forward and bit down.

It tasted worse than it smelled. In his mouth, the sharp iron scent turned bitter, sucking the moisture from his mouth like an underripe persimmon. The meat was chewy, and tough, and somehow still spicy. It burned his throat going down.

It was by far, the worst thing he’d ever eaten. Not that he had much to compare it too.

And besides; Danny was hungry.

The steak went down in quick, desperate bites. The bone was licked clean.

His rest that night was fitful, and Danny awoke with a fever high enough that even his parents took notice, calling him out of school for the next two days.

But the meat stayed down. And Danny was full.

[stormikitty]

Headcannons that carry over to almost every if not every DP au I think of (most if not all of them are DP/DC aus)

Danny and Jazz took dance classes when they were little, and Danny was always a dance prodigy. He can dance flawlessly on pointe and can do any style, though Danny and Jazz's main focus was ballet when they took dance classes. They still know a lot about most dance styles.

Danny and Jazz also took figure skating lessons growing up, but only in winter. They both still practice every time they go ice skating.

Danny is trans.

Danny and Paulina are dance partners (or were dance partners before Danny left Amity Park)

Paulina has dragon powers because of the incident with Dorothea's necklace.

Sam has dragon powers because of that incident as well, but hers are weaker due to less exposure.

Sam also has plant powers because of the thing that happened with Undergrowth.

Paulina and Sam both have dragon instincts because of their dragon powers. This means they are both VERY protective.

Ghost hearing is on the same level as kryptonian hearing. When Danny first became a halfa, everything was too loud for him to understand and sounded like white noise. Danny, Sam, and Tucker all started learning sign language shortly after the accident because of this. If Jazz didn't already know sign language, she quickly noticed that Danny wasn't understanding anything he was hearing and started learning sign language as well.

Ghost speech is not a language. It is a power that allows ghosts to understand and speak any and every language fluently, whether they've heard it before or not. But it's like learning every language with the time and effort it takes to learn 1. The power still needs to be practiced for ghosts to use it well. It's a skill.

Danny knew a few languages even before he died, so it was easier for him to learn ghost speech than it was for other ghosts who have that power.

Dani goes by Ellie because it didn't feel like she had her own name when she went by Dani.

Danny and Ellie both have fangs.

Danny and Ellie need more iron in their diets than any human.

Danny is 4 feet tall and will stay that height forever.

Ellie is at least 6 feet tall when fully grown because her growth wasn't stunted like Danny's.

Jazz is TALL

Danny is touch starved af but REFUSES to ask for affection.

Jazz is touch starved too, but not nearly as much as Danny, and her communication about wanting affection is slightly better than Danny's.

Danny gave Ellie a stuffed raccoon shortly after they met. Ellie named it Travis.

Ellie refuses to say the word "raccoon." They are Trash Pandas and that is what she calls them.

Danny has a giant panda plush that was given to him by 1 or both of his sisters.

Jazz has a stuffed red panda that Danny and Ellie worked together to get for her.

Danny is bisexual.

Sam is a lesbian.

Jazz is either a lesbian, bi with a preference for women, or aroace. (Lesbian in most of the aus I think of.)

John Constantine is Danny and Jazz's pseudo uncle, "Uncle JC," who they weren't allowed to see or talk to anymore after he got into a fight with Jack and Maddie about ghosts when Danny was 12. (This 1 is more specific to dp/dc, but most, if not all, of the dp aus I think of are dp/dc.)

I don't talk about these enough, but these are the headcannons going through my head with every, or almost every, story idea I come up with. I think I've mentioned all of these on discord at some point. I don't post all the story ideas I come up with, but many float in and out of my head and repeatedly come back. Sometimes, a possible story idea will be floating around in my head for weeks, and I won't write anything down or talk about it or post about it, and then eventually I either send it to the discord server to talk about, or post it on tumblr. Usually discord. But I only talk about the ones that I can put into clear enough words to talk about them.

[zeestarfishalien]

What Lies Between Us

[DPxDC Week 2023 Day 4: Danielle “Dani” Phantom // Halfa Jason Todd AU // Heartbeat]

• Daddy Issues Ship (Danielle “Dani” Phantom/Jason Todd) Established Relationship

“Why do you like cuddling me so much?” The question flows from his lips before he can think better of it. Instead of pulling away or changing the subject, she answered his question.

“Your heart is steadier than mine. It reminds me to breathe, to be alive.”

Jason craned his neck to get a good look at Ellie’s face. She studiously doesn’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on picking at a loose thread on his shirt.

He knew she had some sort of heart issue. Hard not to notice when they often cuddle close on the couch or fall asleep on one another. He hadn’t asked details and she hadn’t given them.

This…these words are striking all the wrong chords. Still he doesn’t push. She met Tim once and Jason didn’t see her for 3 weeks after that. She sent him pictures from Tibet, all scenery and places and people but never of her. Jason learned from that experience. He saw how worried she was about his reaction when she returned. She whispered to him in the wee hours of the morning before the sky lightened into dawn about a father-like figure who took and took and took, never gave. Someone who trapped her into a role and a place, then cast her aside as soon as the better option came around.

Jason makes sure to touch her lightly and fleetingly staying soft so she doesn’t feel trapped.

So yeah, Jason doesn’t ask what she means by those oddly ominous words.

Instead he gives.

“Sometimes I feel too heavy and hardened by some of my work, but you snuggle right in like I’m soft.”

She meets his eyes now, just briefly, but she does it.

“You are soft, Jay. You keep it wrapped up safe under that hard shell so that it doesn’t disappear. You keep living.” She pauses and Jason almost says something but stops and so she continues. “I don’t know how it works…living. I’ve been faking it in some vain attempt to pretend long enough that it becomes real, but I still don’t understand. I was made not born Jay.”

Jason takes a deep even breath.

“But you’re here now, with me. That’s living.”

“It’s so much easier, more simple, to be dead but I’m not that either. I’m stuck in this void and being with you makes me feel so much and see just how far from living I am. But your heartbeat? That makes me feel alive. It makes my heart match yours and I breathe in and feel the oxygen instead of just going through the motions.”

“That seems like a bit of a contradiction.”

“It is…but so am I.”

“I’m okay with that,” he says quietly, because he is okay with it and because she feels so safe and familiar, a feeling from a time he can’t quite remember (he thinks it might be when he was dead).

Her arms snake around him tightly and she buries her face in his chest.

He softly cards his fingers through her hair. It’s rarely loose like this. She usually keeps it in a ponytail or braid of some kind.

She hums and her body hums with her as she melts into him.

“Danny wants to meet you,” she murmurs almost sleepily when she finally unburies her face.

“Okay, I can adjust my schedule if we get a date and time.”

“Danny is my biological donor,” she adds on like she’s trying to wig him out.

“Not your father-like figure, right?” Jason clarifies.

“No.” She makes a face. “He’s the one who made me from Danny. Danny didn’t even know about me until I tried to kill him.”

Jason blinks. He was not expecting this, not today during sleepy cuddles on the couch but he’s not about to stop her or interrogate her about it.

“Danny didn’t have to care but he does. He was just a kid but he cared. He tried for me. He did what little he could within the restraints of his own circumstances. He gave me freedom.”

“Then I’d be honored to meet him.” And he means it.

“He’s like you,” she continues once again not looking him in the eyes. She’s found that loose thread again to pick at. Jason isn’t sure where she’s going with this but he has suspicions. “Where I’m neither dead nor alive, Danny and you are both dead and alive.”

“I don’t…what?”

“Death doesn’t let go even if she lets you come back. There’s a part of your soul that is forever changed by your time among the dead,” she explains. If it were anyone else Jason would already be on the defensive and anger would be bubbling to the surface. He’d have to fight to keep control of his emotions.

But it’s Ellie…

And that makes all the difference. Her earnest way of dropping bombshells has him reeling but not angry.

“I,” he pauses to search for the words, “it’s not that I didn’t know that I was different when I came back but this is a whole new level. You’re sure that I’m ‘dead and alive,’ right?”

“I’m sure Jay,” she pushes herself into a sitting position using his chest so she can look him in the eyes. “You’re a halfa. An earth born halfa but a halfa all the same.”

“How do you,” he gestures vaguely, “know?”

Ellie closes her eyes as she breathes in deep. When she opens them, her eyes glow a green not dissimilar to the Lazarus pits. She makes some sort of sound of water running over stones, but not with her mouth.

There’s an echoing pang in his chest right where those feelings of familiarity reside and his whole being vibrates with the sound of a plucked guitar string. The sound somehow escapes his body (maybe because it’s not a sound).

He lets out a soft, “oh.”

“You feel it too. The familiarity and comfort of death.”

He nods.

“I would know you no matter what form you take,” she whispers.

In lieu of an answer, Jason places his hands on hers. Slowly, ever so gently he tugs them up to his lips to place a soft kiss on them. He doesn’t know what to think or what to say. It’s kind of a lot that she suddenly dumped on him but he does know one thing for sure.

“I would like to stay with you no matter what form we take.”

It takes a moment for her to process the words but then the seriousness of the moment is broken and she’s rolling her eyes and shoving her hand in his face.

“You’re such a sap,” she complains but she softens. Jason didn’t realize she had been so tense until it’s gone. She lets him push her hand away from his face.

“Hey, you started it mx. ‘I would know you no matter what form you take.’ I just went with it.”

“Ugh…you’re right. I hate when you’re right.” With those words of admittance she huffs and drops her upper body once more to snuggle into him. He’s pretty sure she wiggles around extra just to annoy him. Today. Here and now, it could never be annoying.

Bc Ellie’s behavior might be confusing. She wanted to tell Jason about herself but was scared he would reject her so she decided to just info-dump everything on him and prepare for the worst. It’s not a great way to handle that situation but she isn’t perfect.

Also the time where she met Tim… so Tim just like started prying. The boi has no sense of boundaries and you cannot convince me that he does. She panicked and ran off bc instincts and only once she calmed down did she start taking pics and sending them to Jason to see how he was going to react.

It’s hard to get all that across when we are so limited by Jason’s pov. And that’s also the point. We are missing so much information and it’s kinda fun to write that. I’ve been needing to work on it more so here we are.

[q-gorgeous]

Phantom Limb

fanfiction

ao3

word count: 1662

Disabled Danny AU where the arm that hit the 'on' button in the portal was severely damaged and had to be amputated after the accident (potential gore tw). As a halfa, he makes up for having one arm by using telekinesis or creating a new arm out of ice/ectoplasm/what have you (or by another method if the writer prefers, those are just suggestions). @raaorqtpbpdy

its reflective

The accident was the worst day of his life. 

It had been awful. When his hand brushed against the power button on the inside of the portal, his body had been filled with thousands and thousands of volts of electricity. The only thing he could hear was the whine of electricity and his own screams as he was electrocuted.

He didn’t remember much after that. The only thing he did remember was falling to the floor in the lab and the sound of Sam and Tucker’s voices as they ran over to where he lay. 

The next thing he remembered was waking up in the hospital. 

His eyes had opened groggily. The bright lights on the ceiling blinded him for a few moments until his eyes adjusted. He could hear someone talking to his left. They sounded excited and their voice faded for a moment before it came back. His eyes were still blurry from sleep, but above him he was beginning to make out the shape of his mom’s head. 

“Danny!” She smiled. Her eyes were filled with tears. “We’re so glad you’re okay! The doctor’s weren’t sure how long you were going to be out for. They said your recovery was miraculous. They don’t know how you survived a shock of that voltage with no nervous damage.”

Danny’s gaze moved away from his mom’s head. The bright lights behind her were giving him a headache. He closed his eyes and brought his left arm up to rub at his head but stopped short when he didn’t feel his hand touch his hair.

Opening his eyes again, Danny looked at his arm only to see it was missing up to his elbow. 

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” His mom whispered. “That was the one thing they couldn’t fix.”

He stared at it. It almost felt like the world was playing a trick on him. It was like he could still feel his fingers move, but nothing was there. Half of it was gone. 

He burst into tears just as the doctor entered his hospital room

-----

Having one arm took some getting used to. 

It made carrying things more difficult, for one. Trying to do chores at first was a nightmare. When he unloaded the dishwasher he had to carry one at a time back and forth until it was empty. Scraping the dirty food off of the plates before putting them in the dishwasher was even more difficult. It made doing the dishwasher take twice as long and it frustrated him to no end. 

He was also always dropping things. It was harder to hold onto things because he lost half an arm to hold stuff against his body with. 

It got even worse when he found out he had ghost powers too.

The first time he realized something was kind of off was when he woke up in the living room one night when he’d gone to sleep in his bed. He thought maybe he sleep walked downstairs but then it happened a second time the same night and he thought it was weird. 

The next thing he had to experience was him falling through the floor one day when Sam and Tucker were over. Amongst the panic, he had a moment of clarity that that must’ve been how he got into the living that night. Because he went through his bed and the floor into the living room. Sam and Tucker had to pull him back up and set him down on the ground.

After seeing his display of ghost powers, they told him that when he stepped out of the portal the day of his accident he had been different. They thought he died. He didn’t look like himself and all they could hear in their heads was how the Fenton’s described ghosts and what they could look like. They were ready to beg him for mercy, assuming he would be malevolent just like all the ghosts his parents had described. But then he fell to the ground and he transformed back to normal. They hadn’t known what happened and since it seemed like it had resolved itself, they were content to keep the info to themselves, especially after learning Danny’s arm had been amputated. 

He had mostly figured out his ghost powers before the first ghost came and attacked Amity Park. That was when he found out his body could morph itself to dodge an attack. This was usually done out of instinct, it was something Danny found hard to control. 

But there was one fight that had him trapped somewhere, the ghost shooting an ectoblast at him before he could even think of dodging. All he could do was throw his arms up in a feeble way to protect his face. The blast never hit him in the face, but he could feel some distinct burning in his left arm. 

His eyes widened and he looked up. 

His left arm.

Blocking the blast in front of him was a glowing green arm made out of ectoplasm. He flexed the fingers and tightened them into fists, feeling his hand move like it had never even been gone. 

He smiled the biggest smile he had had in awhile and pushed back against the ectoblast, sending it back at the ghost. 

Maybe this half ghost thing was good for something after all. 

-----

Danny was disappointed that he couldn’t use his ecto-arm in his human form. He could conjure it if he wanted to, and he did when he was doing his chores when no one else was around, but if anyone saw it it would raise a lot of questions. So it was something he reserved for when he was alone or in ghost form. 

He was walking down the hallway at school when he saw Dash. Ever since his accident, the boy had been a little nicer to Danny. Apparently he had some kind of moral code that said that ‘bullying people with disabilities is uncool’. Danny thought maybe Dash had figured out that bullying anyone was uncool. He didn’t know when the last time was that he saw him shove another kid into a locker. 

Dash made eye contact with him and waved. Danny nervously waved back. He still didn’t know how to approach Dash now. He couldn’t tell if he wanted to be friends or if he was just being a nice person. Maybe both. That was kind of how you made friends. 

“Hey, Fentertainment tonight. How's it hanging?”

“Uh, good.” Danny stopped when he and Dash met in the middle of the hallway. “How are you?”

“I’m great! Not nervous at all.” Dash coughed. “I mean. I wanted to invite you and your friends to a party at Kwan’s house. His parents are going out of town and everyone’s going to be there so I figured why not you guys too?”

Danny’s heart warmed a little. Whatever Dash was getting at, he was trying. 

“Dash, I’d-”

Danny was interrupted when the stairwell they were standing next to exploded. Danny covered his face as debris flew by. He could hear Dash coughing beside him and when Danny turned his head to look, he could see the ghost that made the hole in the wall. 

It was a gorilla. For a moment Danny prayed that it wasn’t Delilah the purple back gorilla, but upon closer inspection he could see that it was just some random ghost. 

It roared at them, it seemed like everything around them was vibrating. When it roared again it sent a wave of ectoplasm heading straight for them. Danny jumped in front of Dash and held his arms up. He could feel his left arm reforming out of ectoplasm and the roar bounced off of it and shot back at the ghost. The ghost growled at him again.

Danny could tell when Dash saw his arm. He heard a sharp intake of air coming from behind him. 

“Your arm.” He squeaked. “How… It’s… What the hell?”

Danny shoved Dash out of the way when the ghost jumped at them. They landed against the lockers and Dash was staring down at where Danny’s left arm wrapped around him. 

“How did your arm grow back?” He breathed out.

The ghost jumped again and Danny shoved Dash out of the way for a second time. He made eye contact with him.

“You can’t tell anyone about this.”

“What? Even if I don’t say anything people are still gonna notice that you grew a second-”

Dash went silent when a ring appeared around his waist. He watched as it moved across Danny’s body, leaving his ghost form behind. Dash’s eyes were even wider.

“You’re Phantom?” He squeaked out in an even higher pitch. 

Danny nodded and turned around, leaving Dash alone with whatever existential crisis he was about to have. 

When he faced the ghost it was getting ready to charge again. Danny shot at it a couple times, floating near the hole it made in the wall. He wanted to lead it outside so it was away from all the classrooms. 

Once it followed him outside, Danny flew circles around it. It tried following him but he moved too fast. Eventually it got dizzy from trying to watch where he was going and while it tried to get its bearings, Danny shot another blast of ectoplasm at it, sending it to the ground. 

He opened the thermos and captured it. He sighed in relief. At least this ghost only wrecked one wall this time. The last ghost he fought demolished a whole building. 

Then he heard the crunch of rubble behind him and he turned to see Dash stepping through the hole into the grass. He stared at Danny for a few minutes, taking in his appearance. 

“How did this even happen?”

Danny transformed back and let his ectoplasmic arm dissipate into the air. 

“We can talk about that later. Can you tell me more about this party?”

[rescuehumans-runtotherescue]

I’m combining all the info I have on my TFRB Monster High AU here.

I decided: Milo, Chickadee, and Quint Quarry are human.

Cody is a halfa like his siblings but is the only one of the 4 of them to look completely human.

Poll votes decided:

Monsters: Amy, Mrs. Neederlander, Madeline

Humans: Hayley, Taylor, Doc Greene, Huxley, Deputy Barney

Halfas: Evan & Myles, Priscilla, Frankie

Hybrid: Anna Baranova

—————

Frankie is half human (by dad genetics) and half franken (by mom genetics).

I personally like to think her torso, neck, and head are all rightfully attached like the average human, and her limbs are stitched!

—————

Baranova was going to be a hybrid of whatever two monster types she got the highest percent of in her last poll. Witch won the poll, so she is half witch. The second largest percentage was 15.8%, which is a tie between vampire and plant monster.

I’m just going to say she is half vampire then, because I’m almost certain vampire would win over plant monster if I made a poll for it.

Baranova is half witch, half vampire.

—————

Doctor Morocco is human, but the anti-aging chamber also makes him look like a monster.

—————

Woodrow is human/werewolf.

Charlie is human/werewolf and his late wife is human/witch.

Kade looks mainly werewolf. Dani looks evenly split. Graham looks mainly witch.

[laxyaklovesloz]

DannyMay 2024 #06 Immortal AU

Warning: This one is sad. Also, TW: Suicide.

Jazz was the last of his friends and family to go. Figures that she would have the longest life. She was always so healthy. Tucker had died relatively young due to his poor eating habits. Sam wasn’t too far ahead of Jazz. She was always the fittest out of his friends. Jacob died in a plane crash, living his life to the fullest. Danny’s parents both died of old age close together.

At least Danny had Chelsea. The two of them had stopped aging at around 25. They realized maybe ten years later that something was different with them, more than just them being halfas. They weren’t getting as many wrinkles. They had more energy than their peers. Not only had their ghost half stopped aging, but their human half had as well.

Danny had a breakdown when he realized what that meant. He would live to see his family and friends die, one by one. And he would never join them in death.

Chelsea’s worldview was shattered. All her life, she clung to the idea that she would see her family again after death, that there was something more. Now that wouldn’t happen for her.

Their friends and family tried to comfort them, but the sadness would always remain. Danny and Chelsea put up a good front while their families lived. They pushed the sadness away for the time. They each had kids, and their kids had kids, and they had their own kids.

But finally, one day, Chelsea had enough.

“Danny, I can’t keep living like this,” she confessed to him in private. “Everyone’s gone, our grandkids are grown. Humans aren’t meant to live this long.”

“What are you saying?” Danny asked, a lump in his throat. He thought he knew where she was going with this.

Chelsea couldn’t look at him. “I’m saying… I want to move on. I’m… I’m going to try killing myself. I don’t know if it’ll work, but I have to try.”

Danny clutched at her hands. He hated what she was saying. “You-you can’t! The Ghost Zone needs you. I need you!”

Tears formed in Chelsea’s eyes. “I’m sorry, Danny. I’m not needed here, no matter what you say. I still believe there’s life after death and not just ghostly life. I want… I want to see my parents again.”

“I know how you feel,” Danny started, but Chelsea roared at him.

“No, you don’t! Or else you’d be saying the same thing.” She calmed herself down, though the tears still splashed on Danny’s hands. “You’ll still have all of the other ghosts. You don’t need me. I’m ready to move on.”

With this repeated statement, the tears stopped. She looked him right in the eyes. Danny stared back at her, trying to comprehend. He could see there was no fighting her. She had made her decision.

It was Danny’s turn to look down. “Alright,” he said sadly. “I respect your decision. When will you do it?”

“After I say goodbye to everyone,” Chelsea answered. She lifted his chin and smiled. “It will be okay. We’ll meet again someday… if you ever decide to join me.”

Danny felt tears in his own eyes. He kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll hold you to that.”

≈∞≈

They made a ceremony out of Chelsea’s death in the Ghost Zone. Many ghosts were curious to see what would happen if a halfa’s human half died, but most were there to support her. She didn’t want to make a big fuss, but she couldn’t say no when people asked to witness. Word spread. She couldn’t help that.

Danny stood with Chelsea in the center of attention. He held her hands again, trying to comfort himself as much as her.

“Ready?” he asked quietly.

Chelsea nodded with a smile. “I’ll see you on the other side, assuming this works.”

Danny half hoped it didn’t work but said, “I’m sure it will.”

“Desiree,” Chelsea said aloud, “I wish to die peacefully and without pain.”

“So you wish it, so it shall be,” Desiree answered solemnly.

Chelsea smiled one last time at Danny, then her eyes closed and she collapsed. Danny’s core screamed for him to help her. This was almost worse than anyone else he had seen die. He knelt and took her in his arms, weeping freely. He didn’t care that all of his ghost friends saw him cry. Many of them were also crying.

Then something changed. Chelsea’s ghost form was floating up, out of her dead body. Her eyes were closed at first, but then she opened them. She stared around at everyone, and then at Danny, who still held her body. She looked down at her own body and tears formed in her eyes.

“It didn’t work,” she sobbed. “I’m not home.”

Danny dropped her dead body and hugged her ghost one. “You are home. We’ll always be here for you.”

Chelsea cried into his shoulder, but Danny’s heart soared. He wouldn’t be alone after all.

[redfoxtail26]

DP AU where ghosts are invisible to non-ghosts by default:

Ghosts still can be visible, but it's an active power like how invisibility is in canon, and other ghosts can still see them when invisible, so most don't really see a point to it.

Halfas are always at least slightly visible, even in ghost form. When switching forms, they retain the same level of visibility.

All ghosts, halfa or otherwise, are entirely intangible, except to other ghosts. Most can switch to full tangibility at will.

This has certain consequences:

Since Danny can be seen by ghosts, and partially seen by humans, there's little to no tactical advantage to being "invisible".

In most cases, Phantom is the only ghost seen fighting, and is therefore blamed for almost all of the property damage by ghosts (even if he wasn't present).

Most people aren't entirely sure Phantom is a ghost, despite the name. After all, he claims to be fighting ghosts, but can't or won't explain why people can see him and not the rest. Since he's the only "ghost" most people have seen, there's no concrete evidence that ghosts exist.

Phantom having a secret identity is public knowledge. There's not really a strong investigation (just the local police), since he's mostly regarded as a non-violent vandal.

It's way harder for him to get to the scene of a fight. What with the lack of ghost awareness, his only alert systems are his ghost sense and word of mouth that "something weird is going on" or "that Phantom guy is up to something again".

As an added bonus, Danny gets in a lot more trouble for skipping class (not that he didn’t get in a lot before), because there's no panic over ghost attacks until Phantom shows up, and it's minimal even then.

The Fentons still believe in ghosts, but they're not considered to be reputable. They think Phantom is a special kind of ghost, and that he's some sort of leader to them. (They're not entirely wrong on the first, and the second is somewhat true later on if Danny becomes the Ghost King.)

The GIW have no reason to exist, at least not as a "government organization". If they do exist, it's as a large-scale group of "paranormal investigators".

Valerie blaming Phantom for her father's demotion makes way more sense, since Cujo was invisible the whole time. There's more of a backlash against the Huntress, because she's more of a standard vigilante. Her weapons are mostly designed to work on humans, but some of them work on halfas, too. (Vlad couldn't give her weapons that only worked on full ghosts, because she was bound to use them on "criminals" besides Phantom.) She still calls Phantom "ghost", but it's less of a dehumanizing identifier, and more of an effort to intentionally get his name wrong. Danny may or may not think this means she believes in ghosts.

The Phanclub is much smaller, and mostly consists of "Phantom believers" who trust that Phantom is telling the truth about ghosts, and that he really is protecting Amity Park. A minority of Phans think he really is responsible for at least some of the property damage, but forgive/respect him for one reason or another. Sam and Tuck pretend to be part of this group, Sam because "he's calling attention to the poor construction and maintenance of public and commercial infrastructure", and Tuck because "you've gotta respect a guy who occasionally gets school canceled and blames it on ghosts. absolute legend." Wes is perma-banned from the club for repeated attempts to convince its members that Phantom is really Danny Fenton, the kid who skips half his classes to go to the bathroom and couldn't knock down a wall if he had a wrecking ball, let alone finger lasers. Danny himself could only be caught dead at a Phanclub meeting, because his parents would kill him if he were found supporting a ghost.

Feel free to ask me more if I missed something, but as of right now, I think this post is long enough already. XD

[miscmonstro]

The Uno Reverse Adoption Saga 3

First: Chapter 1

Previous: Chapter 2

Next: Chapter 4

Halfa!Trio Au crossover with Batman

Current Characters: Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Jason Todd (mentioned), Frostbite (brief)

Summary: Forced to attend a gala by her parents as she is every year, Sam Manson was resigned to suffer through the stifling three-night gala until something pulled at her core. The something turned out to be a someone. Just who is Jason Todd and can the trio gain enough of his trust to help him before his struggling proto-core collapses?

Warning for panicking/fear, sort of admitting it and being overwhelmed!

👻 {Chapter 3 Below!)

Sam wasn’t blind to the looks she received as she returned to her parents’ side, from the other guests nor from her parents. Her mother in particular eyed her speculatively, but thankfully she didn’t say anything about Sam’s disappearance. 

Yet.

The rest of the night went smoothly. Sam shut the boys out of her senses so they’d sleep. She knew all too well that if she didn’t they would stay awake to keep her company. Any other night she wouldn’t have minded terribly much but they were heading out to the Far Frozen tomorrow, without her, and they needed to be alert. She ignored her aching feet and almost reconsidered, mind begging for a distraction, but she reminded herself that somethings were worth suffering through. If she was lucky one of the boys would start dreaming soon. Though mainly incomprehensible, a dream would be preferable to hearing the woman behind her prattle on about the various scandals surrounding the host’s sons. The woman didn’t even have the decency to mention Jason, rendering Sam’s eavesdropping to be for naught. 

👻 {Boo!)

The next day Sam fussed at Tucker and Danny as they prepared to enter the Ghost Zone.

“-and don’t forget the Fenton phones,” she instructed redundantly. Jack and Maddie Fenton had been thoroughly distracted with the ghosts that had ventured into Amity in their absence and had taken off immediately that morning. Their nonattendance worked out wonderfully for the trio who intended to seek out Frostbite; they couldn’t use the portal if the elder Fentons were in the lab.

Standing in a familiar basement laboratory in Amity, Danny and Tucker gave one another long suffering looks. 

“Calm down Sam,” Danny said.

“Between you and Jazz, it’s like I’m hearing double,” added Tucker.

There was a spark of amusement from Danny and a welling of irritation from Sam. “I’m just saying, historically something always goes wrong with these types of things,” she mentally scowled. 

Tucker waved her concern off. “Relax! I’m not saying you’re wrong but worrying about something that hasn’t even happened yet is-“ and he added a sentiment, a feeling of it-wastes-time-and-energy-that-I-don’t-have.

Danny hesitated. “Jazz is helping.” Nonverbally, he added that she had a modified Fenton phone through a series of impressions. “You’ll know if something horrible happens.”

That was not reassuring at all and Sam let them know that. 

Usually the trio relied on their link. They never found out how exactly it came to be or how to replicate it, but they agreed it had something to do with all of them being caught up on the same accident. Distance didn’t affect it, neither did time travel. There was only one circumstance in which they were out of reach, and that was when the trio was split between the human world and the Ghost Zone. The connection became unstable, not unlike a flip phone call with poor reception in a thunderstorm. Glimpses and fragments could filter through, but the link was largely dominated by a tingly unpleasant static which was often times accompanied by a headache. Needless to say, they rarely went to the zone nor returned without each other. Some situations, however, called for splitting up and thus they utilized the modified Fenton phones. Sam hadn’t dared take hers on the trip to Gotham and now she was sorely regretting it. Everything she’d know would be second hand through Jazz, which was jarring for someone who was accustomed to constant first person updates in real time. 

All she could do was nag at them and make sure they were as prepared as they could be. 

“We’ll be fine Sam,” Danny assured her as he strapped some ecto-something or other to his side. He felt a tad giddy- even after all this time he still felt cool ‘gearing up’ for their missions. 

Fondly, Sam let him know he was a total dork and was echoed by Tucker. 

The mellow moment passed and was replaced with a tense air as the boys stepped up to the swirling neon portal. Its spirals were hypnotizing in the worst way, the ebb and flow of the ectoplasm shrinking and stretching like a breathing, writhing mass. Ironically, it made the portal to the world of the dead look alive. Even from Gotham, Sam could feel it’s glow pressing into her eyes, demanding attention, and her heart fluttered anxiously. 

Every time she looked at it, an unbidden wave of green raced at her like a raging bull, engulfed her. Every time she looked at it, the accident replayed in her mind for a brief disconcerting second.

Time had taken the edge off of the emotions that assaulted her when faced with the portal. Tucker was still unnerved on occasion too, and he tended to squeeze his eyes shut whenever they passed through it. Danny though… he’d been on the inside and hadn’t seen what they had during the accident. He always felt excitement and dread but not the same fear Tucker and Sam had. 

It looked different from the inside, he said. It didn’t look like the portal. 

“Alright, we’re going through,” Tucker announced, cutting into the tenseness before it could become suffocating. “I’d say wish us luck but I think Sam needs it more.”

Sam mentally scowled at him as Danny watched mirthfully. “Get out of here,” she told them.

“We’ll be back,” Danny promised. 

“‘Course we will,” agreed Tucker.

As they went through the swirling vortex there was a cacophonous wail and then the bond was wrapped in a muting array.

“Stay safe…” Sam thought quietly.

But she knew from the crackles and sense of empty that they hadn’t heard her.

👻 {Boo!)

She hadn’t been to a gala alone, really on her own, for three years. It was odd but not unnavigateable. After all, the times she’d had to put up with them alone outnumbered the times she’d had Danny and Tucker with her. It should’ve been easy to fall back into practiced habit, especially with the predictable behavior that was expected of her.

The operative word was ‘should’.

Sam had already been feeling foul and the constant static with the occasional burst of clarity across the link only made her more so. Her headache was diligently working its way up to migraine and she was miserable. She’d gotten glimpses of shock, boredom, confusion, and excitement but she didn’t know what any of it meant. 

Whirling the drink in her hand, Sam watched the slivers of light glinting and reflecting with each turn. It was kind of hypnotizing. It was easy to ignore the shuffling and the oddly rising voices of the room if she only concerned herself with the little lights in her cup.

Her uninterrupted daze didn’t last long.

One moment she was struggling not to fidget, making an effort to keep a straight back and a serene air, refusing to shift her weight lest she appear skittish. The next moment she and every other guest whirled toward the sound of a crash and shattering glass. 

There were cries of dismay as a handful of black clad figures invaded the room, wielding guns and oddly, bug sprayers. Sam counted seven. 

“Nobody move!” one of them barked.

They wasted no time in taking hostages and Sam began to sweat. For all the variety of situations Team Phantom could handle and had been involved with, common human crime was almost entirely unfamiliar to them. She’d always been one for action but if her moonlighting as a Phantom had taught her one thing, it was that she had to consider her actions lest she make a situation worse. Sam had no idea how to approach this. 

One of the infiltrators stepped into the center of the room. A wide ring was cleared around him as people shuffled backwards. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he began, “no one has to die tonight.”

Sam’s spine crawled. Trepidation. Anxiety. And an emotion she eternally loathed to admit she harbored: fear.

There were so many people- Sam’s eyes darted around the room.

So many people could get hurt.

A voice that sounded suspiciously like Tucker pointed out that this wasn’t her responsibility. Team Phantom focused mostly on human and ghost interaction in Amity and a timid Danny voice that was most-certainly-not-really-Danny asked if it was worth risking her, and their, safety.

Sam knew her life was fifty levels of weird and the fact that she had caricatures of her friends in her head after a few mere hours of their real counterpart’s absences was… it was something. She didn’t know. Jazz would’ve had a field day pouring over whatever that implied.

But was acting it worth it? If she went ghost and did something to get on the GIW’s radar the connection between Sam Manson and Manes would be scrutinized too closely. And if she was caught? It would be game over. Not to mention, she glared around the room through the pounding in her skull, that they might scan the guests. She didn’t want to drag Jason into anything ghostly, much less due to the necessity of escaping the government. And with Batman’s notorious stance on metas… well, she wasn’t a meta and the GIW sure as hell wouldn’t clarify that for him. She didn’t want to get on the wrong side of the so called ‘world’s greatest detective’.

So Manes couldn’t do anything here without the risk of Major Problems For Everyone, but could Sam Manson?  

Whatever Sam could do needed to be done soon. She needed to act. She’d done hostage negotiations before. Granted, it was with ghosts, but she remembered the basic setup. Listen to the demand and try to talk with them to find a compromise. 

Except she realized that the spokesperson had been talking the entire time she’d been grappling with herself and if he’d made any demands she’d missed it-

Sam wasn’t prone to panic, but with the stress of her parents breathing down her neck, Danny’s annual Christmas gloom, her and Tuckers desolation and vulnerability following the scramble, the mystery of Jason and the possibility that he could out her as Manes since she hadn’t realized he was human-

She couldn’t handle it.

It was all piling up and spilling over. So she might have been panicking. Just a little.

But she was a halfa, she had powers no human nor ghost possessed. She had a responsibility to help people. She had to do something. Sam wasn’t helpless. But as she stood there, struck perfectly still with a steady rhythmic pulse of pain crawling through her body and blurring the edges of her vision, with the gaping void where the frayed connection faded to nix, she might as well have been. 

👻 {Boo!)

Danny thought that their expedition was going pretty well. He and Tucker had made it to the Far Frozen nearly unmolested, though the brief altercation they’d had with Baby Face Boyle was hardly worth mentioning. The natural interference of the zone made the trio’s bond erratic and the side of headache was always awful, but with Tucker nearby it wasn’t so bad; the connection liked having him close when Sam was out of reach. 

Frostbite and the others had welcomed them warmly (heh) and while Tucker basked in the attention, Danny was more bashful. He was still a little embarrassed from the mishaps that had occurred when they’d trained him to use his ice. The ghost yetis didn’t seem to mind though, so long as there were no ice usage demonstrations involved, and were more than happy to help. Danny and Tucker had barely opened their mouths to ask if they could talk cores and Frostbite was already ushering them into the caverns that housed the medical facilities. 

After clarifying that no, Sam was alright and no, no one was about to cease, they explained the situation the best they could. 

Frostbite and the medic yeti were helpful, walking them through the basics of cores (though admittedly, it wasn’t anything they hadn’t generally known) and things like ectoplasm circulation and core surface density and the regeneration rate to core size to ambient ectoplasm ratio.

(Danny knew all that and he knew Tucker did too. His parents had cut up more than one blob ghost and they made sure the trio, Danny especially, knew what they’d found out each and every time.)

Still, they listened and Danny took notes on a little notepad. Tucker fidgeted, absently reaching for his PDA a few times before his fingers would curl and his arm would retract. 

The proto-core part of the lecture was interesting, it was new, and both halfas listened with rapt attention. Humans, Frostbite said, had fully defined traits. Cores were defined and were defining, much like human ambition. Unlike human anything, however, cores were ectoplasmic. So when humans died and the natural barriers of life were forgone, those definitions were free to collect ectoplasm and forge a core with the human’s traits. 

Proto-cores differed. They had a porous structure and would be hard pressed to preserve outside of ectoplasm rich environments without feeding often which the trio had known from the infamous ghostling sitting mission. What they hadn’t known was how exactly a proto-core came to be. Frostbite explained that they were made by the joining of two or more cores and were an echo of the parent cores, but only in the most basic structure. Ghostlings had no ties. They had no obsessions, no ambitions of their own. Those they would define on their own as their cores grew in size and strength. 

“So wait. If two or more ghosts have to mush their cores together to make a proto-core,” Danny puzzled, “how does it get a body? Is that just a thing that happens over time?”

“The ghostling’s parents donate their own ectoplasm to help form the body. You are aware of where your ectoplasm is, even when it’s separated from you,” the yeti medic shared. Tucker and Danny grimaced. It was weird, knowing exactly where your ghost-blood had been spilled, and they knew it too well. It was still a part of you even when apart from you. That made the samples of team Phantom’s ectoplasm in his parent’s lab extra weird. They could even tell when the elder Fentons were running experiments on the samples.

“This is because it is still a part of you,” the yeti continued, unknowingly echoing Danny’s thoughts. “When given to offspring, it acts like a signal that a ghostling’s parent can sense over long distances. In a place like the Infinite Realms, being able to locate your ghostling is of the utmost importance.”

There was a bit more from the yetis about parents cycling the ghostling’s ectoplasm and how avowing worked, but Tucker was quick to circle back to body formation.

“M’kay, but what if the proto-core doesn’t have parents? Could it find a living body or something?” he asked.

The yetis frowned. “What ghostling wouldn’t have parents?” the medic asked, baffled at the notion.

“There is no such thing,” Frostbite agreed. 

Tucker and Danny glanced at each other.

Danny fiddled with his pen. “So, hypothetically of course, there’s a zero percent chance that a human could have a proto-core?”

“Before you, Great One, I would’ve said yes. Now however? I will say it would be extraordinarily unlikely.”

“Great,” Danny said with a slump.

Across the link, Tucker wondered if the core was attached to Jason or if it actually was Jason’s core. Danny jotted the possibility down.

They thanked the yetis and took a quick break to check in with Jazz, who pointed out that Frostbite might be able to help Tucker with his PDA. 

“He’s kinda like a ghost doctor, right? You and Sam can’t be the only ghosts with techno-parts,” she reasoned to Tucker. “So ask about it! He might be able to help you.”

Hope fizzled up  in Tucker’s chest. Danny perked up too- he didn’t have any integrated technology like Sam and Tucker, but he knew their misery firsthand.

“That’s a great idea! Thanks Jazz,” Danny beamed.

“Do you really think Frostbite could help us?” Tucker asked, cradling his PDA. The accident had fused Tucker to his PDA and Sam to her camera. Now in ghost form and out, the devices were a part of them. 

On the outside the PDA looked fine, new even, but to Tucker it felt like he’d been laying on his arm for hours and it had fallen asleep. But unlike when a limb fell asleep, the awareness never returned and the pins and needles sensation never went away. That was on top of the PDA being a hacked mess.

Ghosts like Shulker and Technus heavily utilized technology, but more in the sense that they manipulated the use of and overshadowed the tech rather than it being attached to their cores in some way. If Shulker’s suit was destroyed, he could make a new one with minute complication provided he could get parts. Sam and Tucker, on the other hand, couldn’t just replace their camera and PDA respectively. 

Danny turned to the yetis, who had moved to a table and were hovering over something. “Hey Frostbite, so Tucker and I were wondering-”

The sudden spike of intense emotions across the bond through the unwavering obscurity shocked Tucker and then Danny, both of whom began to feel anxious as they caught glimpses of Sam’s mind.

The pain of the interrupted bond. A paralyzing fog of confusion and reactive anger. The urge to act and the inability to.

Fear. Overwhelming, all-encompassing fear.

And then it winked out, lost to the sea of static. 

Tucker’s stunned dismay mirrored his own.

“-if we could borrow the infi-map!”

👻 {Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.)

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There might not be a chapter next week, and if there is then expect a shorter one as this upcoming week will be chaotic for me.

Next: Chapter 4

[nabtime]

Our Empty Graves II

Fandom: Danny Phantom / Batman: Under the Red Hood

Pairings: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead on Main)

Rating: Mature

Tags: batfamily, hazmat AU, Nobody Knows AU, Mute!Phantom, potential ghost king danny, slow burn?, DC means Disregard Canon, AU means AU nothing is exactly the same, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, more than canon typical violence, danny is a Halfa and also a Fetch, no beta we die like basically everyone

Summary: They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. They say that Hood calls him Fetch, sometimes Fetcher. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. That he's strong and fast and probably inhuman. The girls say he's sweet; quiet but charming in his own way. Rival gangs say he's vicious; that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

Jason just wants to help him.

Chapter 2: everything is blurry now (i don’t know where to go)

Chapter Summary: Danny has a very scary introduction to the Bat and a not so scary (somehow) introduction to Red Hood.

Chapter Notes: title from Trouble by Adam Jensen Links: AO3 // Chapter 1 // Chapter 3

Danny laid there, staying just long enough for his legs to heal and start walking again, before he heaved himself up from the gravestone. He mentally apologized to the soul of the guy whose grave he was disturbing before perching on top of the stone to rest again.

He could tell from the sky and the smell of the place alone that he wasn’t in Amity anymore. Wasn’t in the Ghost Zone anymore. Thankfully the place had enough ambient ectoplasm for him to absorb, else he’d have been stuck there to wallow in some random dude’s plot. Graveyards and Cemeteries tended to have a lot of ectoplasm hanging around, being a resting place for the dead, and were the most easily accessed to go to. But he could tell that this particular cemetery had more ectoplasm than it knew what to do with. The city he could see looming beyond its gates was also bursting with it, almost as much as Amity. And that place had a direct hole to the Realms forcibly torn into it.

Where the hell was he?

He had to weigh his options. Did he stay here? A stranger to the Shades that wandered these grounds? Potentially open to attack from any ghost that thought him an intruder? Or did he risk wandering the city to find out where he’d landed? If he stayed he could regain ectoplasm faster. If he left he could figure out what happened and prepare himself for the worst. Who knew how far from Illinois he’d landed. His mom could track him if he was still close enough.

The shakiness of his legs when he tried to put weight on them made the decision for him. He’d rest just a little bit longer.

He gathered his thoughts, fleeting as they were, and shook out the terror of being faced with his mom’s hatred. He needed to put the moment out of mind. Pack it in to a little tiny box in the very, very back reaches of his mind. He got away. She wouldn’t find him. He got away and, yeah, he was bleeding and hurt and so, so tired, but he was fine. Would be fine. Cemeteries were for souls to rest, and that’s what he would do. Even as he got dizzier and loopier with each ounce of blood that left his body.

He looked down and noticed the growing pool of ectoplasmic green-red blood leaking from his wounds and down into the loose dirt of the grave. Ah man, he really hoped that wouldn’t become a problem. He was in no mood to be fighting off zombie dudes resurrected from his own half-life juice. Was that even a thing that could happen? Knowing his luck it was. With how things had gone for him in the past- all of his life, the guy would wake up and immediately try to kill him and eat his brains. And be stronger than him. Like, it wouldn’t be the body of some STEM nerd that never threw a punch ever, but some jacked up professional boxer or something. Who also hated ghosts. And was immune to ecto-blasts, somehow. That’s the kind of guy he’d accidentally bring back to life, probably.

Jason P. Todd. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place from where. Some celebrity? Maybe? Headstone didn’t seem all that fancy though, just neat and simple and plain. Maybe he had the same name as one? He thinks he’s heard Sam say it once or something- and he couldn’t think about that. About Sam. About how long it’d been since he’d talked to her or Tucker or even seen them. How long it’d been since he’d talked to anyone.

He wondered who this guy was. Who he used to be. The dates seemed pretty close. Pretty young. Fifteen. He was only a year older than when Danny had died. But he came back, however wrong, and this guy didn’t. This kid didn’t. He wondered, if given the choice, whether the kid would choose to come back or not. Did he have regrets? Unfinished business? Probably not considering there was absolutely no indication of a Shade around the grave. If he had regrets he would have lingered.

Well, at least that made the ectoplasm leaking into his grave less likely to resurrect him. Probably.

“Who are you?”

A gravely, deep voice spooked him into clumsily falling off the headstone in his bid to turn around towards it. And holy shit Batman, that was fucking Batman.

Gotham. Of course he’d landed in Gotham. Gotham would be the only damn place with this much ectoplasm just hanging around. And of course Batman had to just immediately find him trespassing. Honestly he would have preferred to take on the linebacker zombie.

“What are you doing on that grave?” he demanded. And there was just the smallest hint of anger, of anguish there that it made him want to bolt.

Because oh, Ancients, of course this guy had to be important. Or important to the Batman at least.

He raised his hands up in the universal sign for peace. At least he hoped it was universal because he sure as hell couldn’t just tell Batman ‘I come in peace’. No. He had to have damaged his throat so severely when he half died screaming that his ghost form either couldn’t speak at all or would destroy half the city if he tried.

He scrambled back, frantically trying to move away from the grave and Batman in the same move.

“I asked you a question,” he growled.

And fuck if the Bat didn’t sound pissed. Like Danny had offended him in the worst possible manner on purpose. What would even offend a man-bat-guy that badly? Shaking him awake from an upside down nap? Eating all the good fruit and or moths before he could have any? But, no, yeah, trespassing on the burial ground of someone that was maybe significant to him could do it. Ancients, why him.

Danny stopped for a moment to use his hands, abandoning his weird little crab walk scramble in order to try and placate the angriest furry he’d ever met. He shook his head and hovered his hands over his throat before making an x in the air. Maybe if he shook his head enough the Bat would get it.

“Why are you here?” he pressed, still heated, while moving forward with an ominous swish of his shadowy black cape. The Bat did not get it.

Okay. Okay. Plan B. He hadn’t even had a Plan A, but hell, he never worked well with plans in the first place so why should this be any different. He didn’t have enough energy to fly, but if he concentrated on using all his ectoplasm to turn invisible instead of healing… Well, he might bleed out before escaping but at least he might have a chance. Batsy sure wasn’t going to give him one.

And then he just- stopped being visible.

He still didn’t have enough juice to go intangible, unfortunately, but he’d have to just make do. At least his legs were sort of working, even if his right arm was still limp and broken and totally going to leave a trail of bright green glow-stick blood as he moved. Fucking fantastic.

He broke into a shambling run.

He heard the thick stomp of heavy boots take off behind him in pursuit. Slow, like he knew Danny couldn’t go far. Like he’s persistence hunting. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He keened, a high pitch sound that came from his core, involuntarily. Too panicked to really stop it. He made for the gates in a mad, jerking dash. The boots were getting closer and he heard the thin thwip of air that meant his unsteady gait just let him dodge a projectile. A Bat-a-rang, he thought hysterically. Batman just threw a Bat-a-rang at me. He’d always found it funny that Batman had the same naming sense as his dad of all people.

He made it to the gates, chest heaving in air he technically didn’t need. He keened again when the gates were too heavy for him to budge. They weren’t even locked! He shoved again, his strength faltering as he lost more and more blood. Batman was getting closer. This time he didn’t miss. Danny lurched against the cold metal when a sharp blade found its mark in his shoulder. The force of his stagger broke open the ornate gates and he fell over into the dirty sidewalk of the city streets.

If he could just dodge into an alley. Just gather enough ectoplasm to go intangible, even if just for a second. He might have a chance at losing the Bat long enough to heal more. All he needed was a moment.

He ran. He collapsed. He crawled.

The keening coming from his core was becoming a high-pitched background noise. Constant and shrill. It just kept going, reaching out and calling for help that wouldn’t come. No one could hear him. Anyone that could wouldn’t understand. If any of the ghosts he fought could hear his cries, they didn’t react. No one was responding. Any why would they? He was just a worthless little Fetch. One foot in the grave and the other with the living. Stranger to both sides and no place to belong in the middle. He was an abomination that should have never existed in the first place. Schrodinger's creepy, creepy little boy.

He made it an entire block, dirt and grime rubbing viciously into his open wounds- the fabric of the hazmat suit not having enough ectoplasm to stitch back together- before a heavy boot landed on his back and pushed him into the ground. He released his invisibility with a chocked whine.

“Answers,” Batman said simply, voice low but betraying no emotion. The boot pressed him down further, ribs creaking from the pressure. “Now.”

He’s running out of steam and fast. He wasn’t healing anymore, just getting worse. He had no idea what Batman might do to him if he let himself get captured. Beat the shit out of him even more? He seemed pretty angry. Leave him to die again in some back alley? But Batman’s known as the world’s greatest detective, he wouldn’t just let Danny go. No. He’d want to investigate. Want to dig as deep as he could into this new intruder to his city. He’d find out about the missing Amity Park and come to the truthful conclusion that it was Phantom’s fault. He’d find the Anti-Ecto Acts. Would he turn him over to the GIW or would he want to- look further into ecto-biology himself? From a direct specimen. Would Danny find himself on that cold, sterile metal table again?

He needed to get out of there.

He gathered his ectoplasm again, whatever he had left of it. Most of it was strewn across the streets and cemetery (and he can’t think about the trail that leaves, can’t think about how he could be found by the GIW, by his parents, by something worse). He felt the boot dig further into his back and then he rolled, going intangible under the Bat’s foot and landing in the gutter.

His ability flickered, bringing him back to solidity just long enough to get a swift kick in the ribs. He sputtered and coughed in a rasping hack that shook his entire body. He reached and reached and used as much energy as he could to go intangible just one more time, just long enough. He planned to sink further into the ground and hopefully hit a sewer system he can hide in when an ear-piercing bang rung out in the night and his powers flickered once again. If he’s not careful his core would retreat into itself to conserve energy, which would leave him human and impossibly vulnerable. He doesn’t want to ever know what the consequences of staying in Phantom form for the past few years would be for his human side. Would he just immediately die again? Fully this time?

Batman growled. “Red Hood,” he said, sounding like he was grinding his teeth. A new rogue Danny didn’t know about? Admittedly he’d stopped following the goings on in Gotham a long time ago.

“Get out,” a mechanized voice echoed into the empty street. “Or get shot.”

He could hear footsteps approaching, heavier and more about showing force than melting into shadow. The creak of leather accompanied it but Danny didn’t look to investigate. He was going to make himself small and think invisible thoughts. Maybe if he was quiet enough Batman would forget he was there.

Danny could hear the distinct sound of another Bat-a-rang sailing through the air before a second loud bang cut it off. He assumed Red Hood shot it from the sky. Because why the fuck not at this point. Yeah sure, just a new rogue popping up that can shoot accurately enough to take down a tiny Bat powered projectile, while Danny was trying his hardest not to die at the hands of the Bat himself by melting into the asphalt. Nothing new. Just a regular old Tuesday. If it even was Tuesday. He didn’t know anymore.

Batman, seeming more interested in beating up Red Hood rather than Danny, stalked toward the direction of the voice and- man, he really needed to move so he could see what was happening before whatever fight got him in the crossfire. Narrowly avoid Death By Bat just to get taken out by a flying chunk of concrete. Or bullet or whatever.

But he really didn’t want to move. He needed as much energy and ectoplasm as he could conserve and moving meant leaking more glow-stick juice. So no-go. If the concrete took him out it took him out.

All he could hear was shuffling and gun shots and other projectiles and growly Bat sounds. After a few moments of just listening he felt like he had enough energy to move. Best to get out of the line of fire. All he needed to do was crawl. And then he inched out of the gutter, making his way towards a nearby dumpster he could take cover behind.

And then another Bat-a-rang sunk into his thigh and his core screamed.

And then, so quickly he could barely comprehend what was happening, he was being picked up and thrown over a burly shoulder. All he could see was a blood-stained leather jacket and a nice ass. Okay. Okay, so Batman’s hot rogue picked him up and was running with him just lugged over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Well. Could be worse. Poor guy though, ectoplasm was a bitch of a stain to get out and Danny was losing blood all over the place.

He wasn’t really paying attention to what happened after that but he assumed they got away because in the next moment he was being tossed onto a ragged couch in some run down apartment and Batman was no where to be seen.

Red Hood, however, was now in full view.

And man, what a view. A body to do that ass justice. Maybe it was just the exhaustion and blood loss speaking but hot damn. Built like a shit-brickhouse, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal and just as tall. And the leather. Yeah sure the mask was a little creepy and the guy was covered in blood, but when was creepy ever gonna stop Danny from appreciating a fine physique. And he was just standing there like a finely-crafted statue, watching Danny blearily check him out.

Yeah, the blood loss was definitely getting to him.

“Alright,” Red Hood spoke, looming over him in all his glorious bulk, and pulled a gun from the strap on his sweet-jesusly thick thighs and pointed it at Danny’s head.

Ah, fun time was over then. No more lusting or coping with humor in order to distract himself from the reality of his situation. He was slowly dying- fully this time- on some dangerous dude’s gross couch. A mortal gun might not do much because of his ghostliness but it could still deal some damage when he didn’t have the energy to move or go intangible. This was a Gotham villain. The GIW would look tame in comparison to what a villain from Gotham could do.

“Just who the fuck are you?”

Maybe Red Hood was better at charades?