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rainybyday · 2 years
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Wayne Spirit Add-ons Pt 2
+Danny has baby pictures of everyone but Alfred which Bruce both loves and hates because Danny also included some moments of his life he did not wanted to remember (but he loves because it includes all his children as babies)
+Danny leaves photos of blackmail to whoever he thinks will need it the most for reasons
+Tim and Bruce got extra special treatment for when they ripped into Clark about his treatment to Connor (he felt like he was going to burst when he saw them do the same with Lex Luther)
+Danny knows when the Lazarus Pit is acting up from Jason and immediately goes to him to calm the pit
+Danny leave Ectoplasm snacks for Jason, then Cass and Damian later on which they all love (and no other bat can have unless they want to feel a bit more then dead)
+Danny hates when any member of the family either gives each other a cold shoulder or are fighting to the point where he turns everything around him to the negative degrees (that is the signal for every bat to stop because they are making their resident ghost cry)
+All the bats have a competition over what is Danny’s name and his appearance before Duke came around, turns out Bruce won because he did see a glance at him once as a child very young
+Leaves as soon as he sees Catwomen near Batman because… no, just no. He saw him as a baby, he dose not need to see his boy flirt much less kiss anyone thanks
+Danny starts banging his head over the pattern of Dick’a partners 
+Danny reviled himself when Bruce once got kidnapped (before he was an adult) by scaring the ever living shit out of his kidnappers which started the rumor that he was protected by Gotham’s spirit (which later turned to the Wayne’s when Dick got kidnapped, then Jason, then Tim and so on (every kidnapper learned the hard way))
+There’s a couple of ice blue crystal designed tables that the bats put little trinkets and things they want Danny to have or allow him to borrow because their ghost deserves all the presents (they have to pamper him somehow)
+They fight to have Danny with them during Summer which doesn’t work out for them because Danny only goes to whoever he thinks has the most brain cells at that time
+Will pull a lot of pranks at gales to entertain Bruce as a kid and then to all of his children when they clearly want an escape
+Everyone knows Danny is the happiest when they are in the Watchtower because they have a trail of snowflakes behind them when ever they go
+Batman almost killed John Constantine when he tried to exorcist Danny once he saw him clinging on to Batman’s back like a parasite at a meeting
+Captain Marvel/Shazam takes one look at him and waves with a greetings to him with a smile (he gets brownie points with ALL the bats (to the point where other hero’s see how Bats is bias towards him))
+Superman feel very uneasy when he first met Batman
+Mess with Bruce Wayne and you will find your dreams fill with nightmares of endless pools of green and a child who drools the same shade of green as the child grins at them (“Your next.”)
+Danny can not take any of the Bats seriously because he seen them all grow up and is not afraid of any of them, finds their imitation tactics cute (verbally coos at Bruce when he did it the first time and almost cried out of pure joy when Dick, still as Robin, tried to copy him)
+Danny added fuel to Bruce’s adoption addiction by leave adoption papers every time he brings in a child (jokes on him when the Bruce finds out how old Danny is)
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deadsetobsessions · 1 month
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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.2
[Pt.1] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]
Danny dragged up another plastic wrapped body from the bay.
“It’s you. What are you doing?”
“Oh, holy smokes!” Danny screeched. “What-! Oh, it’s you! The litterer!”
Batman stood in front of Danny, cape draped around his shoulders and a far better sight to see than the last time Danny had seen the guy.
“… I’m Batman.” He introduced himself to Danny awkwardly.
“Uh huh. You missed a couple of things cleaning up the beach last time.” Danny dropped the body on the pebbled shore of the bay and crossed his arms. He sent Batman an unimpressed look. “You’re just like your city. There’s trash all over the water!”
Batman glanced down.
“That is a body.”
Danny scowled.
“No, that’s plastic. Plastic does not belong in the ocean.”
Batman sighed. For some reason, Danny thought he seemed less… antagonistic. Wait, did he think Danny killed the guy?!
“That is a body wrapped in plastic.”
Fuck it.
“If it was a body, then bury it. Or decompose it before you people decide to dump it into the water. Even the sharks have the decency to decompose when they’re dead. Do you know how long plastic takes to deteriorate??”
Batman glanced to the side, where the line of plastic wrapped masses had caught his eye to begin with.
“I do. Did all of these come from the bay?”
“Quite obviously, yes. I don’t have enough time to clean the waters! Ancients, it’s like they’re multiplying!” Danny knew why they were multiplying. It’s because Gothamites were getting murdered and dumped weekly. The problem is that Danny has classes and assignments to complete and he couldn’t be out here every week.
“I’ll handle it.”
“Oh, will you? And how do you plan on doing that when you couldn’t even properly clean the beach of your plane? I even stacked it up nicely for you to pick up!”
Alright, so maybe Danny had a couple of grudges. Like… a solid one that’s based on the hours of sleep he missed cleaning up after Batman and the wreck.
“We didn’t get everything?”
“No.” Danny huffed. “Whatever. Just figure out what to do with these bodies. I was not looking forward to digging graves for all of them.”
“You were going to dig graves for them?” Batman sounded off.
Danny scowled again. “I’m dead, genius.” And now Batman looked like someone ran over his dog. “Respecting the dead is important and graves are important for the dead. How else would we know we’re remembered?”
Danny threw up his hands. “Humans,” he muttered, like he wasn’t half human himself.
“Anyways, I’m leaving. Handle this properly or else I’m haunting you.”
“Wait-!” Batman said, but Danny had already disappeared.
So, while Batman had an angst crises at two thirty in the morning and thirty new unidentified corpses to contend with, Danny Fenton flew back to his apartment and passed out on his shitty couch.
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“You need to stop.”
“Pay me to stop, then. What are your villains going to do? Kill me? I’d like to see them try.”
Danny looked Batman right in his lenses and plopped another body down at the man’s feet.
“I can tell you who they are for a fee.” Danny offered the vigilante. “Some of these still have shades of their souls attached still.”
“What.”
Danny tilted his head, moon once more lighting a halo of flickering white flames around his head. “$100 per identity.”
Batman stared.
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flamingpudding · 5 months
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Fictober23 Prompt: 20 - "This better be good."
Fandom: DPxDC
Rating: T
Warnings: -
A green Vortex swirled in front of them and Constantine held his breath. This was not like any of the summonses he usually did. He looked over his shoulder at the others present, wondering if he could somehow bullshit his way out of this. But one thing was clear, whatever he had summoned was not one of his demons.
The Vortex continued to swirl before them, slowly greenish smoke started to rise out of him. Then suddenly a melody started to echo around them and Constantine felt like face palming.
"Uh… isn't this the Melody of This is Halloween?" The Flash asked aloud, exchanging glances with the others present.
"Constantine." Great Bats was getting grumpy, the JL Dark member thought, refusing to turn around to face any of the heroes. Ignoring them might make them stop questioning what was happening with this summon. It wasn't like there were any pressing situations, forcing this summon in hopes to prevent whatever interdimensional war Trigon was about to start. No, they hadn't forced him out and away from the curse he had been working on. Not like there were other members of the JL Dark, Constantine clearly knew the big bad Bat liked to work more with than him.
Humming resounded from the vortex now too, clearly depicting the chorus of the well known Halloween song, and John's eye twitched. The fuck kinda demon spirit did he summon now? Was whatever he summoned making fun of him just because that being got summoned in October? The rising smoke started to move, taking on a shape that appeared more humanoid as the humming started to become clearer though it sounded like it was filtered through static as it still sounded somewhat distorted.
"Shadow is the one hiding under your bed, teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing green! Spectra is the one hiding under your stairs, fingers like snakes and spiders in her hair."
The voice echoed sounding like a mix of static and white noise but became clearer the more or the green smoke escaped from the vortex. None of them really knew what was going on and Constantine was cursing up a storm in his mind. What the hell was happening right now, he just wanted to get the Spirit of Balance to help them out with Trigon? They were supposed to symbolize balance, surely they would have the easiest time to fix that imbalance the demon was about to wreck across dimensions.
"In this zone we call home, everyone hails to the ghost-like song! In this zone, don't we love it now? Clockworks' waiting for the next surprise!" The smoke was twirling around and moving like they were picking something up from inside the vortex, its shape still smokey but slowly Constantine was able to make out certain shapes of the head and arms as the voice continued to hum and then sing the static was more and more receding.
"Freakshow is the clown with the thermos to his face, sucked up in a flash and gone without a trace. I am the who when you call, 'Who's there?'. Dani is the wind blowing through your hair. Dan is the shadow on the moon at night, Frighty filling your dreams to the brim with fright!" The voice was now very clear, no interference, the smoke had fully formed a human-like body and appeared to be a white haired teen boy, though John noted, his summon was turned with his back to them appearing not to notice him or the heroes in the room and holding… Was that a Halloween party garland?
"This is Halloween, this is Hallo- who the fuck are you guys?" Mid lyrics the kid appeared to have turned around his arms raised like he was going to hang the garland of cut out pumpkins on a wall. White green eyes stared at them before the summoned eyes went to the garland in his hands that were then quickly hidden behind the teens back.
"Spirit of balance-"
"It's Ancient actually."
The spirit, ancient, cut in and Constantine hurried to correct his mistake. "Ancient of balance, we are the Justice League and have summoned you to seek your help…" Constantine started his usual spiel, ignoring Green Lantern's mutter of if that kid really was the spirit of balance as well as the judging looks and burning glare he felt on his back from Batman. He was not going over with them again about the fact that demon, spirits, ghost and the likes can look like whatever the fuck they wanted.
"Okay, stop!" The summoned teen held up a hand before John could continue. "I was in the middle of an important Halloween themed stabilization party preparation! To finally celebrate Dan after Dani pestered him for months! So this better be good, to get in the way of my first fight free weekend in years!"
"A war with demons is about to start." Constantine's head whipped around to glare at Batman, does he need to hold another course of how to properly communicate with interdimensional beings?
"That's Demon Realm Issues, not Ghost related. Could you humans stop mixing us up? I am not even from the same dimension as them and we have enough troubles with them breaching the Ghost Zone borders every month!" The summoned teen arched an eyebrow at them, crossing his arms and bringing that damned Halloween garland back into view again. They clearly didn't want to be here and if Constantine knew anything about unwilling summons then one wrong world could screw them all over right now.
"Trigon is the one starting it." Batman added and once more the JL Dark member sent the Dark knight a seething glare. That hypocrite put him through a lecture about hero behavior and cautions before, John would return the favor once the crisis was handled.
"Trigon?" His head whipped around to look at the suddenly very interested ancient of balance floating over to Batman.
"What did that big toddler do now?" It appeared like the Ancient was talking to themselves more than them as he crossed his arms completely forgetting about the wall decoration in his hands as they tilted their head in thoughts and started to ignore them. They were mumbling something John couldn't hear, for once he wished Superman was around so he could tell them with his super hearing.
"I have no idea who you guys are but, fine! I will help but only because Dan mentioned wanting to fight that overgrown toddler again. That's going to be his stabilizing day present! He can't complain this way that I got him something lame."
Constantine was about to sigh a breath of relief until he noticed the Ancient of Balance opening a good damn vortex and pulling out a snarling, red glowing eyed and blue flamed haired spirit by the neck. He paled then realizing that the being of balance just pulled the Spirit er Ancient of Wrath into their dimension. John then also noticed what appeared to be a little girl hanging like a koala of Wrath's back and then remembered a passage in the summoning text of the Spirit of Balance, he apparently had carelessly ignored.
Summoning Balance, Wrath and Mischief always stuck together. Sweating heavily, Constntine ignored any and all looks sent his way, because he was sure he might have just doomed their Dimension or at least plunged them into chaos for the time being.
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ikiprian · 1 month
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Damian's not quite sure what to make of this green, floating dog.
Gotham’s always bred a strange flavor of urban fauna. Damian himself has met, in his time living here: a two-headed pigeon, a bipedal rat which could open doors, and Killer Croc. (Jones’ birth certificate might say Florida, but everyone agrees he’s as good as Gotham-born, the way he chews metal and monologues.) But never before has Damian seen a puppy that glows, let alone phases through the lid of the dumpster it had been scavenging in.
The front of its tag has a logo for Axiom Labs, a company that was bought out some years ago by VladCo. The back has the name “CUJO” in permanent marker, and no phone number.
Well, it isn’t Damian’s fault if someone failed to chip their animal. If nobody comes to claim it, he’s sure Father will agree to a meta companion for Titus. 
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tazma-art · 4 months
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Bat blob inspired au
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So, I remembered a post I saw a long time ago, I think it was from @broosepayne but I'm not sure, it was about Bruce being more of an Eldritch spirit of vengeance of Gotham(or something), instead of a guy in a suit, and he adopts a newly orphaned Dick by looking at the child and going "mine"
So, this AU was inspired by that.
Bruce is still kinda a human but switches between shadow horror and traumatized man. It's sorta something he developed through the years that he used to be a vigilante.
AND his condition can get passed down ( because Gotham loves making the Bat's children into its too ) So when he takes little Dick under his wings the kid starts growing red, green and yellow "feathers" with black around his eyes, and a beak later! ( Little Robin looks like an Indian robin a lil bit )
Robin is born! :D
The colorful "feathers" get replaced by black and blue overtime and dick develops into his own shadow creature. All be it smaller, less menacing, and much more bird like than Batman.
Jason's Eldritch form looks more like a puppy, but because Jason associated being robin with red yellow and green his "fur" grows with the same colors.
I won't go into too much detail rn, cuz I want that to be another post, (and I'm not completely convinced on Jason's design) but I will say that putting a resuscitated, young, and traumatized spirit of Gotham in the Lazarus Pit makes for a horrible situation for everyone involved.
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puppetmaster13u · 4 months
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Gosh I am so tempted to write a lil spinoff crossover between my cryptid batfam story and ATLA. Like you cannot tell me Bruce wouldn't adopt the banished fire prince if he got even the smallest of chances.
Angry traumatized vigilante child? Who gets mistaken for a spirit and creature which is this world's versions of gods and cryptids? He would snatch him up in an instant.
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minnesota-fats · 4 months
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Snow Bat
Ch 1
Danny, a homeless kid living on the street. Bruce, a rich kid obsessed with trying to find his parents' murderers. They both meet one rainy night at age eighteen, and from that night forward their fates are intertwined forever more.
All is as it should be.
Danny remembers the night like it had just happened—but I guess you will witness it first hand. He had situated himself on a street corner, not busy enough to have a constant set of eyes on him—but then again no one really batted an eye at a homeless kid here in Gotham. Though, Danny did not consider himself a kid anymore. Not after all he had been through, though that doesn’t matter right now. Danny was sitting on the concrete walkway, not really paying attention, just sitting in thought on what he should do next. He had gotten this far, but he still needed to figure out what to do next. He had come into town with a bag of clothes and a wallet full of money. Thought that didn't last long when in a shitty part of town, known for muggers and killers.
Danny didn't really put up much of a fight either, he was too tired to really do anything and most importantly he didn't want to use the abilities that he has. Sure, it would have made getting away easier but when did Danny ever do things the easy way? So, in the end he was down one bag of clothes and any identification and money. Though while on the run, you don't really want people to know who you are. The only purpose his ID had was just to serve as a reminder of who he was, now with it gone, Danny can really start anew. He just had to figure out what he was going to do.
Danny didn't really register the rain until he felt it stop pelting his head aggressively. He looked up and was confused to see an expensive looking umbrella positioned over his head. Danny followed the hand holding the umbrella to see a young man who was surrounded by a halo of the street lamp shining directly behind him.danny tilted his head to the side to examine the man, he had stormy gray blue eyes and slicked back black hair that started to lose shape as the rain began to wet it and his suit jacket. Danny could feel his heart skip a beat, something very noticeable when your heartbeat is as slow as his. The man looked down at him and tilted his head to mimic Danny's own head tilt.
The young man’s name is Bruce Wayne, heir to the Wayne family fortune. He had been walking around to clear his head after he had a fierce argument with his father figure Alfred. Bruce had stormed out of the vehicle and began walking away in a random direction. Bruce knew that Alfred wouldn't be too far behind, knowing how protective he was of Bruce. During his walk however Bruce had spotted what looked like a kid no older than eighteen, sure he was the same age, but Bruce hadn’t considered himself a kid for a long time despite what others around him might say. He tightened his grip on the umbrella and without much thought he walked closer to the young man. As Bruce got closer he could see the man had a busted lip and swollen downcast eyes. There were smudges of blood on his dirty hoodie and a steady stream of pink bloody water dripping from his hair. It is clear to Bruce that this young man had just been on the losing side of a fight or at least a beating.
It reminded Bruce of how he used to get into fights in primary school after- Bruce didn't want to think about that right now. Bruce walked toward the man and used his umbrella to shield the man from the rain. When the young man looked up, Bruce couldn't help but admire how bright this man's eyes were—at least the one that wasn’t swollen shut. The young man in front of Bruce had unbelievably blue eyes that almost looked purple as the light shifted when the young man tilted his head to the side in confusion, Bruce mimicked the movement.
Bruce knelt down to be at eye level with the other man, “what happened?” He asked, voice smooth and unassuming.
“Got my shit stolen,” Danny says with a shrug, his voice sounding hoarse from the disused. Danny coughed and cleared his throat, “what does it look like?”
Bruce looked him over, “you seem to have suffered several contusions that range from a not so serious looking busted lip to a concerning head wound that may or may not need stitches.”
Danny tilted his head the opposite direction, “oh,” was all he could think of saying, dumbfounded by the sudden medical analysis.
“If you would like I can take you to the hospital,” Bruce offered, “my car is just around the corner.”
Danny’s eyes widened, “no! No hospital,” he exclaimed. His back straightened up as he tried to lean forward, but the sudden movement made him feel dizzy. “I, umm…. Can't afford it….” He tries, sounding unsure.
Bruce looked harder at the young man in front of him, “money isn't an issue,” Bruce starts. But the tension in the man's form made him reconsider his approach, “But if you want I can treat you at my home,” He offered.
Danny calmed down at what the man said, “No, it's ok. I'll be fine,” he starts as he leans back down against the wall, not taking his eyes away from the man in front of him. “I don't want to impose.”
“Then do you have somewhere I can take you? I’m not leaving you here alone.” Bruce says, stubbornly.
“Really buddy, I’m good, I don’t need-” he tries but Bruce cuts him off.
“I promise you, I won't hurt you,” Bruce tried again, “If you want you can even stay the night, have a warm meal and shower. I just want to help you.”
Danny looked at this man again, really looked at him. Danny could feel that this guy really meant it, he wanted to help danny—no strings attached. Danny let out a groan before leaning forward and shaking his head in annoyance. Danny looked back up into the man's eyes, “fine,” Danny grumbles out, “only for a hot shower. But if you're a serial killer I'm gonna be real pissed off.”
The man smiled and reached out his hand for Danny to take, “don’t worry, my name is Bruce. What’s yours?”
Danny accepted Bruce's hand and groaned as he helped hoist him up, “name’s Danny,” he responds, “I think I might have a broken rib or two,” he admits, swaying a bit as he clutched his side.
“To be expected when mugged in Gotham,” Bruce said darkly. The comment made Danny snort a bit in laughter. Bruce smiled a bit as he pulled Danny closer to him so they could both share the umbrella, Bruce could see the man tensed up a bit before resting into Bruce’s side. It was like that Bruce led the injured man to the edge of the sidewalk just as a sleek black car drove up and parked in front of them. Danny seemed to tense up again at the sight of the car, looking like he was ready to bolt. Bruce made sure to keep his posture passive, hopefully to convey that they were not in any danger.
The front window rolled down to reveal the familiar face of Alfred, “I see you have made a friend, Master Bruce.” He commented as he moved to get out of the car.
“No need to get out Alfred, I got the door.” Bruce says softly and he pulls Danny along and opens the back door. He holds the umbrella up above the door to allow Danny to get in first. As Bruce guides him down to sit Danny groans again as settled in. Bruce smiled at Danny reassuringly before he closed the car door and ran to the other side to get in. Once in the car Bruce looked forward at Alfred who looked through the rear view mirror at his ward, “to home please, Alfred, I promise my friend here a warm meal and shower,” Bruce explained before looking back at Danny, “after I check his wounds,” he says directing that part to danny who just groaned in annoyance before looking out the window.
Alfred smiled softly at the display of fragile trust, proud of his ward’s stubbornness when it comes to others safety.
Hopefully, this will be good for both young men, the old butler thought as he took note of the state the new man was in.
If only he knew how significant this meeting actually was.
Only time will tell.
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moonlight-stalker · 8 months
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# 82 Dcu x Dp
Danny is dating one of the Waynes they had gone out on a date when they got kidnapped together after the kidnappers send the Ransom to the others they start to threaten Wayne. The kidnappers end up hurting Wayne which causes Danny to go into a feral rage and break out of his restraint and beat up the person.
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duskyashe · 1 year
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NaNoWriMo Day #8
[masterlist] [part two]
Prompt found here
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It was summer break, and Danny was lost in the Infinite Realms. He wasn't too worried, now that he'd officially been crowned the High King, his subjects had mostly stopped attacking Amity Park, and he was eager to finally get some exploring done now that he could take a break. Jazz, Sam, and Tucker knew Danny was, his parents thought he was spending the week at Tucker's, and he had Clockwork's promise that Danny would make it home by the end of the week no matter how long he was stuck in the Realms, so he was golden. The only thing he'd forgotten was the map of the Infinite Realms that would tell him where he was and how to get back home, but he'd been working with Wulf on making his own portals, so if he really needed to, he had a way out.
But that was just in case, for now, he was just having fun being lost. There were so many things to see and places to explore! Like where he was exploring currently, it was this old gothic theatre with surrounding alleys, there were hidey-holes and hidden storage rooms, and there was an old fashioned elevator floor, this place had everything!
"Martha, there seems to be someone here," a man's voice came from around the corner ahead of him. Danny froze, not sure what to do. W-was this someone's haunt?! It didn't look occupied when he first found it!
"Oh, the poor dear! I thought Bruce had put an end to theatre shootings, though?" A woman, likely Martha, responded. She sounded genuinely worried and confused as to why he was there, and that... That gave Danny pause. Because that wasn't the normal reaction of a ghost whose haunt had been intruded upon.
The man sighed. "Martha, dear, you know he prefers to go by Batman when wearing the cowl. I've told you before, we should respect our son's wishes."
Their son is Batman?! Does that mean Batman's a ghost?
"I know, I know, but Thomas, that's not the important part! There's someone in the theatre when there shouldn't be! What if they're hurt, or lost, or confused? We need to help them!" Martha exclaimed.
Danny took an unneeded breath and floated forward, a sheepish grin on his face. "Uh, hi there," he said, giving a small wave. In front of him were two gothically dressed ghosts, one male and the other female. The woman, Martha, was wearing a dark green and black striped ball gown, a line of golden buttons decorating the front of the bodice. Thomas, her partner, was wearing a matching green overcoat with black trim, and a matching pair of black dress pants and dress shirt, with a classy top hat, golden buttons, and cufflinks to finish the look. They both had black hair and glowing blue eyes, and both had a small golden bat pinned to their chest above their hearts. They both seemed surprised to see him, maybe they expected him to be hiding somewhere deeper in the theatre?
Martha seemed to come to her senses before Thomas, and was soon hovering right in front of him, pale fingers ghosting over his face and arms with a concerned look on her face. "Oh, you're just a child! You poor dear, you must be so confused! Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking? You certainly don't feel like one of ours, were you visiting Gotham when you died?"
Danny leaned back slightly, flustered and unsure what she was talking about. "I, uh, I've never been to Gotham? I was born and raised in Amity Park? I-I technically died there, too, but that's a bit of a story. Um, what exactly do you mean, I don't feel like one of yours?"
Turned out, if someone highly influential to a city or town died in either a highly traumatic or a sufficiently influential way, they became the spirit of that city or town. Thomas and Martha Wayne were highly respected and looked up to by all of Gotham before they were murdered, and while their deaths weren't exactly traumatic enough at the time for them to have become the spirits of Gotham, they did inspire their son, well known billionaire Bruce Wayne, to become the vigilante and Justice League founder Batman. Once Batman became well known across Gotham, the couple were elevated in status and the previous spirit of Gotham was relieved of their duties. A brief tangent revealed that the spirit of a city or a town had different duties depending on what their city or town needed. For Gotham, and more specifically Thomas and Martha, it was being a beacon of hope and change as well as helping their family's fight to better the city and minimize crime.
"So," Danny said slowly. "Because I'm the protector of Amity Park, does that make me Amity's spirit?"
Thomas shook his head. "It doesn't quite work like that, son. Not every town or every city has a spirit, and a city or town spirit can't be less than fully dead, unlike other powerful positions, such as the High King."
"Not to mention," Martha spoke up, "that as the High King, you can't hold any other ghostly position of power, or else the balance would destabilize, sending all of reality into chaos. As such, the oaths of the High King include the renouncing of any and all former ghostly appointments that might interfere with the balance. It's part of why the Observants never tried taking the throne from Pariah Dark, to be honest."
Danny sat there, thinking over everything he'd just learned. Honestly, he'd learned more about his kingdom, subjects, and the culture that goes with it in one conversation than he had in the entire time he'd been a halfa. "There's so much I don't know, isn't there?" Danny asked after a moment.
Thomas and Martha smiled comfortingly. "Don't worry," Thomas said as he put an arm around Danny's shoulder. "You have time to learn it all, though some of this you really should have learned before making your oaths. I'd like to have words with your guardian, they appear to have been slacking in their duties."
Danny's mind blanked. Guardian? Surely, not his parents. Though. This seemed to be another ghostly thing, so probably—"Clockwork? Or... Maybe Pandora, or Frostbite? I'm... Not actually sure who my guardian is, are they supposed to let me know they're my guardian? Also, how does that work, how does someone become the guardian of a younger ghost?"
"You don't know your own guardian?" Martha cried in disbelief.
"Danny, may I take a look at your core? I feel we'll get more answers that way, but I wouldn't want to impose," Thomas asked gently.
"Why would that be an imposition?" Danny asked.
Martha gently took his hand in hers. "A ghost's core makes up everything that is them, their likes, their dislikes, their personality, their obsession, even their bonds. To let someone look at your core is to trust them with your very soul. Never let someone look at your core unless you trust them with everything you hold dear, alright?"
Shocked, Danny nodded. There was a lot he didn't know. "O-okay, um, yeah, you can look at it, Thomas," he breathed shakily. "I trust you."
Danny did not have a guardian. He had fright-mates in the form of his liminal sister and friends, but he didn't have a guardian or really any other bonds. Thomas raged and Martha cried and the both of them begged him to choose someone to be his guardian. He was a baby ghost, halfa or not, and his core needed the support of a guardian in order to not overwork itself trying to protect him, and end up hurting him instead, potentially permanently. They cautioned him that, with how powerful he already was, his guardian would have to be quite powerful, themselves, like an ancient or a tribe leader. When Danny asked if a city spirit or two would work, they both hugged him so tightly and so warmly that he melted into the embrace, frozen tears falling from his eyes.
"So, does this make me Batman's little brother?" Danny asked with a sniffle sometime later, after the couple agreed to be Danny's guardians.
Martha gasped and put a hand to her mouth, looking to Thomas with mirth in her eyes. "Bruce always wanted a sibling, growing up," she agreed with a laugh.
Thomas smiled at both of them. "Danny even looks the part when he's human!"
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Two weeks after Danny's ghostly adoption saw Danny giggling to himself as he walked up the front steps of Wayne Manor with his backpack hanging from his shoulder. He knocked politely and waited for Alfred, the butler and his brother's father figure, to answer. When he did, he took one look at Danny and smirked. "They're in the family media room, master Danny. Would you like some tea?"
Danny grinned and nodded. "You're the man, Alfred. They suspect anything?"
"Not a thing, master Danny. I shall be recording everything via the security cameras, just as the master and madam requested. Nothing will be missed. I'll bring the tea in when things have calmed down," Alfred said as he started walking back to the kitchen.
He suppressed a maniacal laugh. This was going to be awesome.
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MWAHAHA!!! I SUCCESSFULLY MANAGED TO WORK IN A WAY OF ADDING ONTO THIS FICLET WITH AN ALREADY EXISTING PROMPT!ヽ⁠(⁠`⁠Д⁠´⁠)⁠ノ Now. If someone could find me the post about the spirits of cities, specifically Gotham, that'd be great. I know there IS one, cuz that's what spawned the fic "A Change in Management" over on AO3 (I'll provide a link and proper citing later), I just can't find it (⁠^⁠~⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ
I'm really happy I managed to finish this, because holy heck, my day was just... Really crazy (⁠;⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠)but it was worth it for y'all (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆
Have a good morning/day/night!
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Chapter 1 An End for a Begining
Authors notes: This work and au will contain such headcanons as Bruce Wayne and Batman appear as polar opposite enteties but both are the same genuene person; Bruce Wayne without a cowl is a very emotional genuiene being; Danny Fenton is unhinged.
Begining from this chapter Bruce and Danny are in their early twenties
“The first time I discovered you, shadows already clung to you as their own.”
A joyous laugh rang out above Gotham as two figures soared into the sky alongside each other. One almost seamlessly blending with the smog ridden sky, while the other stuck out in it with their glow, attracting all attention of possible witnesses.
You'd think no one would be looking at the sky in these early hours. Especially not in this city. But locals would often fid themselves face up, eyes digging into the grey-black mass above them. They have not seen stars in years. It didn't stop them from trying to, time and time again.
“Met my offer to help with such cold front. Said you could manage. You couldn't. Kicked me real hard in the stomach when i hauled your ass back out. Then pouted the whole time i was treating your ankle, refused to admit your mistake. From the day one you were so…”
Stubborn. That's how you should describe a Gothamites nature. There is a lot to one's character when you live in Gotham, but "stubborn" was the most vital component of them all. Without it survival was unlikely.
“We both were so horribly lost back then.”
Of course, crime was exactly as stubborn, if not even more, as a reason why would we even need to talk about survival in the first place. Fueled by corruption and birthing even more in a twisted circle of life that took its roots into a very being of this realm making grey meandering streets its cozy home.
But lately there was a… bit of a problem for this side of food chain.
To rival them, bigger predators had shown up. And crime population of Gotham known no piece snice then.
"That motherfucker killed Johnny!!" Outlook's sharp cry stirred the rest of goons brains from their collective stupor.
On the spot, where one of you stood just a second ago, now instead existed unearthly figure.
Swooped in on them with a blood chilling cry out of nowhere and threw Johnny behind the railings to his sure death. Maybe it was his fair fate. To die by hands of ruthless angel that came down to filthy mortal world for an early rapture. The creature was wildly out of place here, but also fit right in.
It swayed. Moved towards them.
A curse and someone takes their chances with a shot. More follows. It doesn't work. It never works.
Unbothered the being steadily closes distance. Dragging behind its snow-white wings on wet asphalt. Minting every soundless step. There's no rush for on that moment the time is the same as a rock.
This is deafening. The creature-
The being
Is deafening.
Your ears are ringing. From gunshots of course, what else can it be.
But there are no gunshots anymore. Even though you are sure you can catch shots still being fired in the corner of your eye and-
It's there
In your space right in front of you. Granting a good view on the darkness under its hood. Deep darkness that you can easily fall into, that stares down at you, trough you. Like an abyss.
Justice isn't blind. It doesn't have a face at all.
Your gun falls from your hands on the ground. But you don't hear it. You can't hear anything. Even this ringing from earlier is gone. Leaving you in a total vacuum, like there's not enough air for sound to travel.
Maybe there isn't.
Because you can't breathe.
It still stars at you and you cant look away. It stares at you as it raises its hand from under its wings and stretches it out towards you. It stares at you as it carefully picks a curl of your hair , with its talon, from your forehead and tucks it back. It stares at you as you desperately try to scream, but your throat is clogged and there is no way out.
Something disrupts the suffocating bubble you're in and abyss looks away. You can feel ground under your feet, you can hear the night city, you can taste the polluted air. And you cant help but follow beings gaze.
A flash of a shadow, strong precise punch and you're on the ground. As the rest of the gang. But your conscience is still there. It shouldn't be. You hear a deep growl above you and an echoing thrill in response.
A surprised tut, "Oh, oops, I think I'm holding onto this one."
It feels like you're being thrown on the ground again.
Motherfucker.
“And you weren't scared of ghosts then too, didn't believe in them. I expected you to be once I uncovered the truth. But you only stared at me in awe, like you've seen something beautiful. It was not the last time when you'd look at me that way.”
Bat huffed, displeased, as they dropped off gang and their trafficked load to the nearest police station. That vent ignored as Phantom took off back on his intended route. Certainly not unheard, his partners senses were more than sharp. This only made him huff louder. But still streamlined in the same direction.
Phantom flew trough air easily as gravity didn't affect him, not bothering to look back. His dear shadow followed right after, obvious weight to its moves, but with no need to grapple onto each building.
They worked hard on this design. Danny was very proud of it.
Phantom laughed once more, sending shades to scope out the area, probably for the last time tonight. Batman had to squint to see them burst away in different directions, dipping into dark alleys or preferring to stay in the air.
It was early. Almost too early.
He could feel the creeping up sunrise on their heels. But also it has been stuck like this for at least a few hours. A lot of things seemed to refuse moving. Its like the world held its breath.
For him.
They should've wrapped up their patrol long time ago. A curfew that they placed for today was overdue. Phantom seemed to not care, dancing in the air, wings spread out. Even though it was him who often was first to rule them both home. This ghost had a very keen sense of time.
He had a very keen senses for everything. Especially in places like Gotham. That's what he says.
Bruce was nervous. They talked about it, but he wasn't ready. It's not like you can actually prepare for something like that. He tried. And failed. Which wasn't supposed to happen. He was supposed to be ready for everything. That was his duty. His mission and-
A sharp clack of heels signaled that his partner has come to a stop. Responding to it Batman slightly changed his direction and landed behind him on the same rooftop. Phantom turned on his heel, wings flaring around his form akin to jellyfish's tentacles underwater, and clacked once again.
Not waiting for a reaction Phantom verbalized his question "What are you thinking about so intensely? I can feel them buzz."
Very keen senses.
"About the fact that you threw a person off a bridge today." He decided to reply in kind. Verbally.
"O Ancients!" practically shouts throwing hands in the air "Don't give me that bullshit!"
"Phantom."
"He survived! Unfortunately." Danny shrugs jerking his head to the side. A motion meaning 'I had it under control'. That's all Bruce wanted to hear. "Who even loads trafficked goods in the middle of a bridge?! That was fucking stupid. Maybe he needed that near-death experience to realize: 'Hey, maybe this life isn't for me'." And of course Phantom had more to say. Not that Bat didn't agree with him, it was stupid.
Nevertheless, he still reminds "We don't kill." And only receives a snort as an answer.
'You don't kill.'
"That's not what you were bothered about." a statement. Phantom knows him too well. They know each other too well.
They fly together. They fight together.
You can't hide much from a person you give your life to. Who you trust to recognize when the other is pushing his limits. Who you trust to catch you if you make a mistake.
Batman growled and shrugged his cape off and behind his shoulders. 'Not right now. Move.'
He could feel Phantom squinting at him. Quietly grumbling a skeptical "Nu nu." He let out a sharp, quick whistle and swung himself into the air like a ragdoll flipping and recovering into straight line energetic ghost took off towards an already visible clocktower.
The journey here sure was too short.
Or he just got better at flight.
Oh, flight was many things. An intimidation tactic, a way to move faster, a method of concealing his identity. But it also was something that he and Phantom did from when they were teens. His own flight would never compare to how it felt to be in Danny's arms, high above ground, higher than clouds. How many times he would came back to earth breathless, unable to stand firm, and how it made him ache for more. Danny always gave him more.
More than he deserved.
And now… And now he stood there staring in the face of a clock tower. Its clock hands helplessly frozen on a mark of 3:08.
Did precise mechanism finally break down after years of tireless work?
Batman closed his eyes for a second. He needed to compose himself. What was happening right now was more than worrying. It was heartbreaking.
Danny was with Bruce for 8 years, but Phantom was with Batman his entire life.
“I wish we had a choice. I wish I could have a choice now. But i made a choice back then. I cannot keep bidding my time. It's the end of the line. I'm sorry.”
There's no use in stalling around and delaying the inevitable. He is already there and he is waiting. Nothing good in robbing both of you off your precious time.
He's here, he's inside the very gut of the clock and suddenly all he wants to do is scream. He takes off his lower mask and after a second of hesitation rips his cowl off too. He needs to see this as clearly as possible.
Phantom is here too of course. Soft glow illuminating the space around him. His hood was off showing blue pointy ears and long hair that never stayed down, defying gravity. It would sway with his movement as Danny was lovingly caressing giant gears above him, humming a tune from one of his songs that he played for Bruce sometimes.
Danny's guitar was still at the Manor.
"What took you so long?" He chirped looking at Bruce over his own shoulder, mischievous glint in toxic green eyes.
Ancients, Bruce wanted to scream so bad. "I was remembering… our flights." Here he is, face to face with his partner. When did they get so close?
"Oh yeah? Our flights?" the ghost smiled, showing off his dangerously sharp teeth.
Dannys tooth brush is at the Manor too.
"Yeah." Bruce felt cold hands cupping his face as he tried to blink away wetness in his eyes.
He shouldn't have removed the cowl. With it is so much easier to hold back. What a silly mistake.
Carefully, Danny wiped away his dear partner's tears, smudging his husband's black make-up. "You know iit'snot forever, right? Ill comeback. Maybe ill even be able to visit if things work out." He whispered kissing Bruce's forehead.
Ancients, this man had him on his knees.
Bruce took his face away from Danny's hands and burried it in his chest with a growling scowl. It was easy to hide like this. Danny was always taller than him, which is an impressive fit in on itself, especially now, so this was a habit that accumulated in their first years and which Bruce just refused to abandon. Bruce growled again suppressing a sob this time more demanding, shutting his eyes tightly.
Danny chuckled and Bruce felt a chill, accompanied by a quiet buzz, wash over them. As soon as it passed he looked up and was met with a pair of insanely blue eyes and short, which didn't help with the mess, black hair that almost absorbed all light. His own ones could never compare.
Bruce looked into his husband's face, trying to remember all the constellations that he could connect within this star sky of freckles. But was interrupted by Danny's quiet, "Do you hear that?".
Seeing a well-defined eyebrow go up in question, he clarified "My heart. It's beating because of you again." As soon as these word left his mouth, he had Bruce pressing eagerly again into his chest with a wet cheek.
There was no lie. Danny's heart truly was thumping against Bruce's ear. Something that didn't happen that often. It made Bruce purr. Lod defined purr that could not belong to a human. One of the many things he learned how to do in their years together. And, as always, Danny responded.
They stood there wrapped around each other for a while.
Likewise, Danny's clothes are still at the Wayne Manor. All of them.
“How i wish that our mortal bliss would last forever. We were together for so long. Even pain was good with you. I felt human again. But i fucked up, my love.”
With a loud bang the clock tower came to life again. Loud shuffle and clacking of mechanism shooed away silence.
"Oh shit, i guess it's time." Nervous smile on older man lips. "Okay, okay, listen." It seemed like cogs were speeding up with every moment.
Bruce's face was once again trapped in others hands "Do not wait for me. Live your life as if ill never be in it again."
"WHAT?!" Another loud bang couldn't draw out angry scream. Shuffling became louder. This mechanism wasn't build for such speeds!
"Yes, i know, but that's how i want it to be for us. For you. I will comeback, i will!" Danny tried to assure his partner terribly regretting on delaying this conversation till the last second. He was his own worst enemy. To the cacophony of sounds joined alarming screeching. Something broke.
"Now wait a minute, Daniel-" Not letting Bruce finish Danny laughed almost hysterically and bumped their foreheads together. Sparks littered down from somewhere above. "No. Bruce this will be our contract. You fulfill your side of the contract and i fulfill mine. You continue living your life," -building violently shook and both of them stayed standing only thanks to years of training - "and I comeback to you no matter what in, lets say, 14 years, okay?" Bruce looked at his husband in complete shocked awe. "This will be our guaranteed fail safe."
"Why 14 years?" Bruce whispered, knowing that he will hear no matter deafening noise around them, and that the man in front of him is more hard-headed than Life themselves. There's no point in arguing, not now.
"Call it a hunch will ya?" Danny licked his lips manic spark in his eyes and just a hint of shame in his pursued together eyebrows. "So, we have a deal?"
"You, bastard. I will put your undead ass in the coffin." Bruce grinned tearing apart his own heart. Sometimes they had the worst influence at each other. "We do have a deal." Shure, as in the fact that grass is green, that Danny's own core is freezing from inside he ducked in a kiss to seal that wretched deal.
Just like they did with their marriage
Its cold cold cold. And becomes even colder. He can feel these cold hands burning trough his bat armor. Something heavy falls right beside them but Bruce does not care. He screams into Danny's mouth, just like he wanted to do from the very start of this shit-show. Digging sharp claws of his glowes trough this fucking NASA shirt and into soft flesh. Letting out blood. How many times Bruce told him to wear additional armor for his human form, this idiot.
Grabbing Danny's face into one hand, Bruce separates them from each other. Gasping for air.
He doesn't want to breathe.
"I love you too." Bruce hears him. Static in his voice even more than when Danny is Phantom.
"Fuck you." Refuses to open his eyes even when beloved lips kiss him in the bridge of his nose.
"See you later, my dear shadow."
And everything stills.
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Minutes later when Batman left the clock tower its time jumped back to 5:58 as it was supposed to be.
Reports about a very local earthquake that affected only three blocks have been under the investigation. A few structures were damaged, but nothing suspicious that would admit the theory about it being unnatural haven't been found.
Gotham's nights were eerily quiet for three days after the incident.
Later gothamites would connect this strange occurrence with sudden disappearance of one of their protectors as there was no more heavenly rapture to contrast hells rage. They think Gotham has swallowed the bright bird whole, not even leaving the bones.
No matter all that, a prospect of a new knight for the people had flared up just behind the horizon, carrying ash and cinder away into the night.
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The Nightingales appear in the Bowery one day in the summer.
There had been no moving truck, no arduous trips carrying boxes and furniture up the five flights of stairs to their apartment, no picking up keys from the super. There hadn’t been any paperwork done either, for that matter. They had simply appeared, fully settled into an apartment that had been empty for three years.
The Nightingales moved to the Bowery one day in the summer.
Hauling up furniture and boxes the five stories of steps to their apartment. The one they'd been lucky to get thanks to a mistake that hadn't been caught until it was too late. A broken family, trying to put the pieces back together after hardship, keep their heads down, get through the days. Same as anyone else this side of the city.
There was no reason to pay much attention, save perhaps Jason's interest in tall women with red hair that looked like they could throw him across the street.
The Nightingales were a normal family.
Gotham made sure of it.
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First part of Gotham’s Favorite Therapist Jazz AU (probably going to be renamed Gotham’s Favorite Ghosts AU because there’s just so much more planned for the story now lol) series is up!
The first chapter is something I already posted on tumblr, but I have the other two chapters of this story already completed with the next one going to be posted next week.
This is going to be the first fic in a series, with the plan being that each story will likely be a little on the shorter side (we’ll see if I actually keep them short if they all end up ridiculously long lol) and will bounce between characters & plot points and points on the timeline.
My hope is that I’ll be able to write each one while posting the chapters for the previous one so that it stays fairly steady update wise, but we’ll see how life and the executive functions go lol
Tag time! I’m going to try and tag everyone that’s asked for a tag on all my posts on the Gotahm’s Favorite Therapist AU so this may be a bit long lol
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rainybyday · 2 years
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Wayne Spirit Add-Ons
Add ons that don’t connected to each other but they probably could of the Wayne Spirit and/or Comic Cross Dimension au idea (pick your favorite) by me
+Danny knows exactly where Damian is because all he needs to do is follow the energy radiating off a Lazarus pit and BOOM, there’s a baby Damian
+Danny won’t kill Joker because sometimes there are worse things then death
+Danny knows where Cass is every single time and she can’t sneak up to him
+Once he knows Duke can see him he started to play hide and sneak to see how many times he can avoid Duke finding him
+Stephanie won’t die, not even for a minute because there is no way Danny was letting any one of his Bats die in Gotham
+Danny will cling on to any Bat who is sad on their backs and won’t go away until they get the care they need or feel better (since they all know that cold spot is their Ghost hugging them and watching them when they are at their worse and is comforting them)
+Danny is always there when anyone gets sick by their bed side
+Kate just accepted the fact Danny existed, no more need to be said when your a vigilante who kicks drama theater kids ever night in a bat suit, a ghost isn’t that far out their
+Danny did meet the spirit of Gotham, had a fight, Gotham sulking that they lost, Danny swearing that he will take care of the Wayne’s and made a pact for them to co-parent the family 
+Alfred is god and Danny respects him and admires him a lot, so when Alfred always verbally gives him gratitude when he cares for the family Danny will get flustered so bad (even if Alfred can’t see him (yet))
+Danny loves all the Bats but Bruce is his favorite, his boy, his baby that he found, his child who he comfort, his teenage he protected, his silly adult he sighed about, his hero who he became so ultimately proud of 
+The same time that Danny was protecting the Wayne’s he was also going to the Drake’s residence to play with a cute cubby baby Tim
+Danny died (again) of laughter when he saw the scene of Jason stealing the tires off the Batmobile
+Danny is always there when the kids are training to become a Robin because training injuries traumatized him when Dick almost fell down a tightrope once
+He didn’t stop the Joker from shooting Barbara in time but he did get to him before he could touch any of the Gordon’s
+Danny is a hugger and a clinger, if you are touched by the Danny, every Bat has the unspoken rule of stopping whatever your doing to rest (they all learned from Bruce who made the mistake of going out as Batman when Danny was clinging on him)
+Danny thinks Damian is hilarious and adorable when he first meet him after spending a good amount of his childhood slightly disliking that Robin
+No villains will, nor will ever can kidnap a Bird to train them without their consent because Danny will be there to show exactly what happened when you touch those that he claims as him (he knows some training sessions are unavoidable but that doesn’t stop him from freezing anyone of those villain mentors from hurting or making any of his Bird’s from doubting themselves of any kind)
+Everyone in the manor always obey Danny, even Alfred (which is very few times since Danny and Alfred always agree with one another to protect the idiots they fondly call their family)
+Loves when Damian is finally at the manor because of all the pets 
+Danny finds listening to Jason reading soothing as it reminds him of Jazz
+Danny always gets Tim to get some rest, always
+Takes care of Steph when she is Robin because clearly someone wasn’t going to be kind to her in anytime soon
+Danny always claps when Dick does his small flairs during fights or during patrol
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deadsetobsessions · 2 months
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Sea Cryptic! Danny AU- Pt.1
[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]
As someone who lived in the middle of nowhere, Amity, the ocean both terrified and enthralled Danny Fenton.
The first time his parents took him to the beach, it was the middle of the day and he’d been stuck in the prototype GAV for hours upon hours on their “quick, ghost rumor hunting field trip.”
It wasn’t quick, and they caught exactly zero ghosts. When Danny saw the expanse of sand underneath the summer sun, he and Jazz both bounded out of the van like feral little monkeys. Danny and Jazz sprinted down the sand, their parents ambling behind them with their arms loaded up with towels, a first aid kit, and an ungodly amount of mildly ecto contaminated food that they already fought before getting onto the beach.
Danny had splashed into the water, yelped at the freezing temperature, and then promptly found a shell to keep. His mom taught him how to swim with the waves, having come from Surf City herself, and his dad taught Jazz how to dive.
It was a day full of fond memories, especially the memory of the Great War of Sand-Castle Crushing he and Jazz waged against each other.
They stuck around for the sunset, the ripples of colors and peacefulness that swept across the vast waters caught Danny in its hold.
He hadn’t forgotten that moment. Not even when he died.
After a particularly hard day as Phantom, Danny would fly to the coast and loose hours just sitting on the sand and watching the waves lap against the shore. And when those nights were clear? It felt like a slice of his own personal heaven, with the stars shining on his shoulders and the encompassing crash of the waves sheltering his heart.
And on some days, when being Danny left him frustrated, Danny would fly out to the coast and use his intangibility to walk beneath the waves. Near the coast, it’s cloudy with swirls of moving sand and disturbed waters. He walked, and walked, and floated and floated beneath the waters, taking contentment from the way the moonlight of his stars filtered through the water. He admired the way light would glint on the scales of fish and crustaceans alike as he floated beneath the surface. On those days, Danny would pick up trash and polluted things and bring them to shore, to place in the trash cans and all of the recycling cans. He picked up shells and decorated the beaches he frequented, because if it were decorated, perhaps people would refrain from chucking their waste into the sea.
Well, usually, it’d be trash.
Danny watched speechlessly, jaw cracked open just a smidge, as an explosion happened right over his head. The distortion of the water did not hide the fact that there were large chunks of plane pelting down at him, a different figure flying away from the explosion. Danny went invisible and intangible as large metal pieces plunged into his current water space.
“Gosh, people these days,” he huffed. “This is gonna take forever to…”
Danny trailed off, seeing a humanoid shape crash into the water, clearly unconscious. Danny didn’t hesitate before shooting towards the drowning person, glowing green and fully visible again. The stranger’s eyes- holy shit, that’s Batman- turned towards him before closing behind cracked open lenses. Batman slumped falling unconscious. That’s not good.
Danny rocketed out of the water with the vigilante in his arms. If it weren’t for his supernatural strength, there’s no way lanky teenage Danny would have been able to carry Batman’s grown ass built like a tank self to the shore. Likewise, if it weren’t for his strength, Danny wouldn’t have been able to start chest compressions through the layers of armor.
Danny leaned back with a sigh as Batman coughed out only a bit of water, because Danny hadn’t taken all that long to get to him, and held up his hands in a “I don’t have weapons” way as Batman whirled to him.
“Hi. Are you alright?” Danny asked, ectoplasm and instinctive ghost speak fuzzing his words a bit. Damn, Batman must have nearly died a lot. He’ll freak out about meeting Batman later.
“You saved me,” an awkward pause. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. The other guy went that way.”
Danny waved vaguely.
“…What are you?”
“Oh my god, Batman, you can’t just ask someone what they are!” He immediately replied, inwardly smacking himself for the joke. He watched Batman’s face, watching for any sign of discrimination against ghosts, or any sign the man had a sense of humor.
“…”
Neither, apparently, was the answer.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m just here to clean up the beaches. You humans really like to pollute the beaches. It’s quite rude, you know. That plane of yours, well, it’s not your fault,” he amended. “But it’s gonna damage sea life. And I don’t know if you’re in the habit, but please don’t litter on the beach or in the water, especially with your unconscious body. It’s tedious to clean.”
“…I see.”
“Stay. I’ll take out your plane. Make sure it doesn’t stay on the sand, alright?”
With that, Danny stood. Unaware of the way the moonlight lit up his hair like white flames and accentuated the sharp points of his ears, Danny turned away and flew back to the plane site, dragging the pieces up with ease.
Batman sat on the sand, likely exhausted from his fight, and watched him carry the pieces of the aircraft up.
“Here. All done. I gotta get going,” because Danny has school and this just lost him two hours. “Will you be alright?”
Batman nodded once, sharply.
“Good.” Danny went invisible, watching Batman sat up straighter, glancing around in a suddenly visible awareness. Oh, well. Tucker’s gonna freak out.
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Three years later, Danny’s moved to Gotham for university.
And after midterm season, Danny went for a ghostly walk, but this time, in the waters surrounding Gotham.
When he surfaced, Batman was crouching on a lamp post, waiting for him.
“Oh, it’s you,” Danny said. “Hello. Did you know that people are polluting these waters with bodies too?”
“Yes,” Batman said, graveled voice resounding on the shipping containers around them.
“You should do something about that. Do you like places that are polluted?”
Batman sighed. “What are you?”
Danny hears a small, tinny voice by Batman’s ear, coming from a comm.
“Oh my god, B, you can’t just ask someone what they are!”
Mind flashing back to the night Danny drug a waterlogged Batman out of the ocean, Danny cracked a smile.
“Phantom,” he said, decisively. And, because this isn’t Amity anymore, “the Beach Clean Up crew from the flip side.”
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Bruce, waking up on the sand: wtf
Bruce, seeing a child next to him who probably saved him: wtf (in “adoption”)
Bruce, seeing Danny’s skin glitter like stars, hair aflame, and pointy ears: wtf (in “I can adopt fae folk, right?”)
Bruce, seeing that Danny doesn’t leave any footprints: wtffff (detective mind goes brrrr)
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Bruce, after Danny leaves: *donates 20 mil towards beach clean up efforts and anti-pollution causes*
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Bruce’s Goggle Search History, documented by Oracle:
Sea spirits
Sea vampires
How to parent supernatural kids
How to thank your sea child
Are shells a good gift?
Ocean conservation efforts
Sea spirits that glitters under moonlight
Sea spirits that cleans up beaches
Wayne corporation waste disposal
Companies that dump trash into the sea
*outgoing call to Lucius Fox*
What is “mean girls”
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Bruce, learning “current pop culture” from his kids:
Bruce, remembering the kid who saved him and realizing he’s probably as old as his own kids are: *adoption tendencies intensifies*
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phoenixcatch7 · 7 months
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Why can't we have a batman is the spirit of Gotham au?
He already is, in meta, in character, in theming. Him and the joker. He is so very built upon what Gotham is made of, and Gotham builds from what he needs in turn, the setting of his story.
What if that is the reason he can take damage that would permanently ruin a physical career and come back? What if that's how he's managed to maintain his no-kill streak to such an extent? What if that's how he manages to maintain such high maintenance and all consuming identities?
For the heart and soul of a city containing all extremes, the richest nobility and the lowest of the poor, the cruellest villains and the most compassionate heroes, orphaned children and ancient lineages, a city rooted in fear and madness and grit-teeth determination and hard won kindness, what better choice could you find than Bruce Wayne?
But what if he wasn't alone in that? What if Gotham has sunk to such a low because its spirit is damaged and corrupted?
For the heart and soul of the cruellest city in the dc universe, the most unrelenting and uncaring, the one that practically laughs at your pain and suffering as you try to make it through another day, what better choice than the Joker?
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bat-stuff · 1 year
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*Damian and Colin coming to the manor after school*
Damian: I still don't understand why you're wearing what you're wearing
Colin, in a baggy t-shirt and oversized basketball shorts: Do I really need to explain spirit week again?
Damian: I don't see why spirit week entails dressing like Timothy when hes been up for 46 hours...
Colin: ... It was Adam Sandler day Dami.
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Alfred hasn't aged since Bruce was a kid, he has always looked as old as he has now from the very beginning and with everything going on in his life Bruce just never noticed. There was a reason though, Alfred was never human.
Alfred is the spirit of Gotham bound to the Wayne family by one of their earliest descendants to fuel their growing wealth and power in the city. Alfred resented the Wayne's at first, generation after generation that took and took from his city and never gave anything back. It showed over the years as the city fell into corruption and crime and Alfred power over his own home slipped away the longer he was bound.
But it began to change, the more recent generations had begun to put that wealth and power their ancestors took from the city and put it back. They put work and time into restoring and healing the city, and to Alfred supporting them felt like it was worth it. It felt like he was helping his city.
But after all these years? His power wasn't what it used to be, he couldn't see everything anymore, he wasn't there when the Wayne were shot down. He didn't know they were in danger until he felt their lives snuff out, he failed to protect them. They had put their all into restoring his city and he could feel it working, all he had left was their legacy, Bruce.
So he supported Bruce, he supported him even when he left, he kept the manor clean for his return because he could still feel him, Bruce was still alive out there.
And he was right, Bruce returned. He returned and he donned a cowl with the intent to serve the city like his parents. Not in the same way no, he went after the corruption that snuffed out his parents in hopes that that in combination with his efforts in Wayne enterprises he could prevent anymore senseless deaths.
And Alfred, Alfred would serve Bruce, he would support him as long as he lived. Because as long as the Wayne family lived, Alfred would serve them. It was just that much more fulfilling when they served his city in return.
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