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[tiredwriter2003]

hey uh new type of ao3 spam comment just dropped. (I know it's spam because the fic they left this comment on . doesn't have chapters. lmfao). Report this kinda comment as spam and don't take it personally it is literally recycled bullshit

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Landon Sanchez had heard all about the wacky stuff his cousin's so called hero boyfriend had been up to. Paulina loved bragging about their local hero and everyone he had defeated but Landon called bull. If half of what she claimed had actually happened, if beings from another dimension were casually entering and leaving their own world freely, then it would be national news. Half of these so called attacks were massive and surely someone would have reported it. He had never heard of any of it though and it had caused a massive argument on the families weekly phone call. They were both made to apologise but he was not over it and was determined to prove his cousin wrong.

He started simple, internet search. If this stuff was happening then it would have been posted online, that was just how things worked nowadays, and so a simple search should clear this right up. Landon was right, at least at first, there was nothing when he looked for Amity disasters but things seemed fishier the longer he looked.

There were no accounts at all from the city. Paulina's accounts, which he knew she updated religiously, were gone. He couldn't even find her on his own following list when he knew they were mutually following each other. Her old boyfriend, Dash, was gone too. He looked for the local business pages. Nothing. His favourite fast food place, a small kebab house that allowed online orders, but its website was gone. The local shelter? No dice. After a week of dead ends, looking into every place he remembered for sure had websites, checking his screenshots and looking at the old kebab menu to confirm to himself he wasn't crazy, and noticing the town had even lost it's local tourism page? Landon got others involved. It started small. He asked a friend of his who knew Paulina and was good with computers if he could find out why her profile had vanished, not mentioning anything else yet. Nope, he was stumped. They brought in others. No one found anything. It spread, subtly, online and through word of mouth. Somehow a group of hackers found out and took it as a challenge. People all over began trying to gain access to the missing city. People travelled in person, walking in circles for hours before giving up. It took months before they had a breakthrough and things exploded out of control.

Ironically enough considering what happened, they got through on Halloween, over a year after Landon first decided to prove his cousin a liar. They got access to a local livestream and streamed it to the devices of the now massive missing city hunters. Things went wrong and it spread further than expected. Hundreds of televisions, computers, phones and more all began displaying this livestream.

The stream was called 'Phantom Watch'. Wherever was being filmed was dark, covered in strange blue tinged fog and empty of people. It was an odd thing to stream but things soon changed. Whomever was holding the camera tilted it upwards and the scene took people breath away.

Dozens, if not hundreds, of glowing individuals began appearing in the sky. Music came from nowhere and they began dancing. Laughing and smiling and twirling around the sky. An ageless youth in regal clothes appeared, glowing brighter than any other. A partner soon span into his arms and they were off. His white hair drifted as if he was submerged in the deep, his partner glistened with gold. Dressed as a Pharaoh of old, he was dipped and lifted as they danced.

Another soon joined them, dressed in a Victorian ballgown. As one separated the other took their place, and despite there only ever being two people holding one another it was clearly a three person dance.

More joined, all dancing differently and yet somehow all fitting the music. It was beautiful, it was magical, and it was being seen by thousands of people all over America. This was not what Landon had in mind.

Hours went by as the glowing dancers enjoyed themselves in the skies above what could only be Amity Park, seemingly empty with not a single living person in sight outside of those in the sky. The sun rose and the fog faded, the music fading out and coming to an end.

The dancing stopped. They looked around and the odd trio of before came forward. They bowed, seemingly to the camera, and the other dancers followed. Hundreds dropped into bows before rising simultaneously. As the sun began to hit them the group faded out, the original three beginning their dance again as the others vanished from view. After all were gone and only the three were left they looked towards the fading stars and sighed. They too, began to fade away.

Nothing happened on this strange livestream for a long moment, then a small voice whispered "Happy Samhain to both those still here and those who have departed" and the livestream cut out.

Landon was in shock, as were many other people. It seemed Paulina hadn't been lying about their local hero as one of the dancers vaguely matched her description. She was still lying about dating him though, she was not one of his dancing partners. The rest, he admitted, might be true though. Weird stuff was going on in Amity park, a city in the middle of nowhere Illinois.

However if she was telling the truth then something much more concerning came to mind. It was clear that no one, not even the Justice League if their posts online reassuring people they would look into the livestream meant anything, knew about what had been happening over there. Someone was covering up this city, going as far as trying to erase it from existence, and someone's head was going to roll for this. Landon sighed, cracked his knuckled, and texted the find the missing city groupchat.

"We're totally getting to the bottom of what the heck just happened right?" His phone soon began to buzz with others affirming. Landon smirked, after all he still had to prove Paulina was a filthy liar.

Halloween Dancers

I had an idea, I'll probably write it properly later but for now I'm getting it out of my head. I was reading a post a out Dash being a talkshow host and leading to them outing Amity and this came to mind.

A cousin of a citizen of Amity heard all about all the crazy stuff going down, they keep them updated in their weekly phone calls, but thought they were making it up. Eventually divolves into an argument and they decide to look to prove them wrong. And find the internet oddly sanitised, which makes them look deeper. Eventually they get others involved wondering tf is going on over in Illinois. They manage to break through but mess up, instead boosting the signal so much that the halloween livestreams take over a large chunk of American media. T.v. s, computers, phones, etc all playing the phantom streams, where someone sees phantom just chilling and starts streaming. this time it's Samhain and the place is eerie. Blue tinged fog covers the place, it's dark out, no living person in sight and the camera pointed to the sky. In the sky you see glowing figures dancing to music coming from nowhere. An ageless youth in regal clothes spinning his partner, white hair drifing like he's underwater, his partner dressed like the pharohs of old spinning alongside him. A woman dressed in victorian ballgowns joining their dance. Other etheral beings coming out of the woodwork, spinning in the sky alongside their king. The dead dancing in the starlit sky as the veil becomes thin enough they can all come through with no major issues. And this haunting scene taking over every screen within the signals range. As the hours go by the sun begins to rise and the fog fades. they bow and begin to fade back into the realms, leaving the original three waltzing in the sunrise as the stars fade before leaving themselves and the stream cuts off.

Turns out their cousin wasn't lying, wierd stuff is going on in Amity, and no one, including the JL, knew about it. Someones head was going to rule for the lack of info. This stunk of a coverup.

[tiredwriter2003]

~Day 3 ~ Potential ~

All it takes is one mistake, one bad choice…

[tiredwriter2003]

They watched some of the files on the plane. They had hoped it would give them some answer on what was going on.

The file started with a white haired boy. Young, younger than Damian's 16, and glaring at the screen. Hatred was clear in his expression. Whoever held the camera was despised by this boy. He stood in a defensive position in front of another entity. Many of the other "natural encounters" followed the same pattern. Fighting, fleeing, shielding, all in defense of another.

In another area Zatanna and Martian Manhunter were watching the multitude of experiments being carried out on the same young boy, the same ghost. Things were horrifying but it was the final video, on that was well hidden and required intervention to recover for them to see. It was another experiment.

"Initiating test 657, core retrieval attempt 18, subject Phantom_PH001. Electricity will be used in an attempt to gain a response from core in defence. Beginning procedure."

Sparks lit the screen and the boy began screaming.

"Attempt one fail. Increasing frequency." And the screaming began again.

And so it continued. It made them wonder what was special about this clip, it wasn't any different from the others so far so why was it so well hidden? It wasn't until the last five minutes of the video that the question was answered.

"Electricity failure. Now using combined effects. Test one, electricity full voltage and substance A19z. Begin testing." Again there was sparks, screaming, but this time things ended differently. The screams grew younger. There was a flash of bright light and the scientists were thrown back, many becoming impaled on the surgical instruments scattered around the room.

It was what was on the table that made them gasp, however. A young boy, crying, similar facial features to the ghost that had been tortured. There was a significant difference though. This boy, he was alive. Whoever these bozos where, messing with the dead, they had done the impossible. They had successfully managed to resurrect a ghost. There was more screaming, a green flash of light opening behind the boy and then he was gone. The clip stopped soon after. The two watching shared looks and immediately contacted the Batplane. Bruce had to know about this.

Back in Amity Danny had just got home to see no one had noticed he was gone. His parents were still in the lab, Jazz was gone, Sam and Tucker were visiting family and he had gone unnoticed. Something deep within him throbbed at the thought. Danny continued on to his room. A nap would help, he thought, he just needed some rest. The teen ignored the part of him crying out, missing his new family, they wouldn't want him like this anyway.

His nap didn't last long before being interrupted. Clockwork hovered over him, speaking before he could even wake up fully.

"I'm sorry Danny, I know you don't want this." Danny began to panic, something in the old ghost's tone scared him but he found he couldn't move. "The timeline is heading down a dark path, towards your true ending and despite myself I am fond of you. You being gone is not something I am willing to allow. Not anymore. This is for the best, you'll be happy and I'll see you soon though you won't remember me. You'll remember them though. they'll be good to you and your parents will go away for a long time. This won't hurt, I promise, and your powers will be weaker for a while but you'll grow into them stronger than ever. I wish you the best and I'll see you in two months. It shouldn't take me longer than that to arrange things. Now, back down we go." Clockwork poked him in the chest and time began to rewind for the halfa, or so it seemed. It took some careful work to place him back to the age he had been with the Waynes, to also ensure he retained his memories and fondness of them whilst also remaining his half ghost self but it was certainly doable. Another, more selfish, thing Clockwork ensured Danny kept was his fondness for himself. He knew the young half ghost wouldn't remember him, ever, those memories were gone for good, but he made sure the feeling remained. The affection. It was almost better this way, the inherent distrust was gone now and he didn't remember the threats to end him if he went down a dark path.

This was a much better timeline than the one things were heading down, with Danny being disowned and hurt by his parents and being ended through blood blossom exposure. Clockwork was far from impartial now and he wanted Danny to live, thrive and settle, eternally in balance as he stood on the line between life and death.

He would through a fit when he stopped ageing in his twenties though, but that reveal was a while off.

Bruce had been walking out of the WE building when he spotted a child who could fit right in at Wayne Manor looking around. Determining he was probably lost, Bruce approached him and tapped his shoulder. The boy turned around.

"Daddy?" he asked.

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"I'm sorry to invade your privacy and home but there's been a bit of a situation regarding a friend of mine and a rogue" (you can describe Joseph the yeti as a rogue right?) Danny was desperately trying to stay calm as weapons were pointed at him, but either war he made sure to remain intangible. "It's a bit of a mess and now we're all stuck in it. Can you put the weaponry down and we can talk?"

This was not how Danny wanted to introduce himself to the Waynes, let alone how he wanted to deliver Jason's letter, but it seemed to have worked out this way. He blamed Joseph for pushing him through a portal to Wayne Manor, the poor yeti was eager to make up for his mistake and didn't think things through. However, it left him stuck in a bit of a rut as the members of the family pointed weapons at him in their living room.

"Why are you here then?" One of the blue eyed boys asked, seriously did this family have a theme? He thought most were adopted.

"To deliver a letter." Danny thought he'd keep it nice and simple. Hopefully that wasn't threatening.

"From who?" Another blue eyed boy asked, this one with dark circles.

"I believe his name is Jason." Instead of relaxing they all tensed further.

"Jason was kidnapped over a week ago, are you telling me you are responsible?" The old man stepped forward as the others continued to aim their weapons at him.

"Oh stars no, but because of anothers actions I have become involved. Put down the weapons and I will explain." They slowly put their weapons away and looked at him expectantly.

"My species have been around since the beginning. We don't often interact with the mortal realms and prefer to stay out of it." Danny was being careful in his explanation whilst staying truthful. People had weird hang ups about his age and treated him differently when they found out he was royalty, so he didn't tell them. None of his subjects did. New ghosts didn't know who their king was and mortals especially were kept in the dark. He didn't want the chaos of summonings if they knew his name. There were records of him from ancient times but it would take some serious digging to find them.

"We were ruled by a tyrant, who centuries ago we forced into an eternal slumber. However his rules remained, his edicts were binding and several of us were unable to fulfil our roles as we should. He even created a council to watch over us and make sure we were obeying his rules or we would be punished, be it through total destruction or some imprisonment. The punishment depended on them. They grew to like this power and even assisted in sealing away their master, as with him gone they would be the ultimate authority as they were the enforcers of the kings edicts. Eventually someone thought to release him and a war began. Our throne is not inherited through bloodlines but through acceptance from the realms. Another was accepted as king after the defeat of the old one and he sought to review and revoke the tyrannical rules of his predecessor. He allowed people to do their duties without risk of sanction. This included the doctors. Our doctors our bound by oath, but not in the way mortal ones are. Theirs is truly binding, they are to help all who are brought to them and cannot release them until they are truly healed. This is how your Jason came to be in their care. Another took advantage of this and he was handed to them unconscious. They were told he had a form of corruption on his soul and was knocked out for his own good. They immediately began treatment and their oath came into effect. It was only after he awoke from the first set of treatments he let them know he was not there willingly. Which leads to the current dilemma. They cannot release him until he is fully healed, mortals are not welcome in the realms of the dead and his family were preparing to storm my home to get him back. I am friends with the chieftain of the healers tribe and he is distraught about the emotional damage another has made him complicit in. I am one of the few residents of the realms who can travel between realms unhindered, who would not be challenged and could safely communicate with you. We spoke of the issue to Jason and he wrote this letter to you to confirm his health and safety. It is now up to you. The living cannot come to the deathly realms without great harm and the kings permission. I cannot take you to him. I also do not wish to say the punishment the oath with inflict upon my old friend if he were to deny it and allow your child to be released before he is fully healed. I value family and do not wish to cause yours any great stress but I cannot break the ancient rules, no matter my age or power. And so it is up to you. The corruption on his soul has been there for nearly a decade at best guess and has sunk in deep. It will take a while to deal with it. There are also other issues. Jason has given me permission to be told of his medical history and a request to speak of it to you. It's an issue but one we can hopefully work with." Danny ended his explanation there. He could elaborate in a minute but he thought it better they read Jason's letter first before he got into the medical histories. He held it out.

Bruce had had a trying few days. His son had been kidnapped. They could find no trace of him and now a glowing being had claimed he had been used as a way to harm a group of doctors. Not only that but he was in the afterlife if the realms of the dead wasn't a lie and he wasn't allowed to see him. Days of stress, worry and fear and now he was supposed to simply trust this had all been a misunderstanding? He wanted his son back. He had lost him once. Bruce didn't want to lose him again.

Yet, if the glowing boy was telling the truth then was it right to take his anger out on them? If his son had been a tool used to target a group of healers by someone who was angry at what sounded like a regime change and a loss of power then the fault lied with them. Combined with the magical vow, and whilst his knowledge of magic was irritatingly limited he had been informed about the danger of vows and deals, then everyone was stuck.

"I want to read the letter first. If what your saying is true then I want to know more about the one who took my son. Your healers may be innocent but I want to know about those who are angry at their loss of power. Who would benefit from turning me, and potentially my team, against you? I want to know about the risks to my children."

Danny simply smiled and handed over the letter. He let them read it and thought through the potential responses. Despite them thinking that they were asking about one person, the one who took Jason and those who could be angry, in reality they were two different groups. It would take some careful wordplay but Danny was good at that after so long dealing with the denizens of the realms. He could even swear it, tell them he would let them know about the people they were speaking of, whilst speaking of two separate groups. Tell them about Joseph whilst also letting them know about those who could and would threaten his children.

Danny felt slightly bad about misleading them but honestly? His people came first and he would not risk the Yeti's, not his truest and dearest friends in all the realms, even if it meant misleading the heroes of this dimension. This wasn't his home realm, he had learnt his lesson about prioritising that which was his a while ago, and it wasn't like he would be lying to them. Simply telling some very careful truths. If they misunderstood? Well that was on them and it wasn't like it would hurt them to know about the actual threats aimed at them for being the family of his newest friend rather than threatening one well meaning yeti.

DP x DC Prompt #4

When they all convene at the cave, Alfred is silently wrapping Dick's knuckles. Damian hovers beside him. Tim and Barbara are hunched over the batcomputer, not even sparing Bruce a glance as he strides over.

"Report," Batman grunts. No one reacts.

"Report!"

"Hood pushed his panic button at 2:34 AM," Barbara says shortly, straightening.

The button had been a joke, mostly because Jason would never use it and everyone knew it.

"I patched into his comm at 2:35. This is what I heard initially." At her nod, Tim presses play. What occurs next is a garble. There is the sound of high winds, as if Hood is rushing through the air, even though the comms are designed to filter out any ambiance otherwise the Bats would never hear each other. Interspersed is a mixture of static punctuated by high, inhuman screeches of metal and something else unknown.

"This goes on," Barbara says after thirty long seconds, switching it off. "Red Hood failed to respond to any attempts at contact. I dispatched Nightwing to Hood's location at 2:36 AM. He was approximately two miles away." She pulls up a GPS map of their respective locations, their beacons blinking.

"At 2:41 AM, Red Hood's comm goes off, as does his GPS," Barbara says, swallowing softly as the red beacon indicating Jason disappears. "Nightwing arrives at 2:42 AM."

Dick doesn't say anything, head hanging low as he grips the metal table he sits on. Damian glances between the two of them, expression flat but fists clenched.

"Nightwing, report."

"..."

"Scene was empty, B," Tim speaks up. "No trace of Hood, no sign of a struggle. No cameras in the alley. We've been checking the ones nearby but so far there's no sign of anyone but Hood heading in that direction...and no one, Hood included, caught in the cams heading out, not within that time frame."

"So he's still in the area," Batman concludes. "The local buildings?"

"All the entrances have cameras, which showed no evidence of Hood nor any evidence of being tampered with," Barbara says. "Nightwing, Red Robin and Robin canvased within a half mile radius to check for any signs of disturbances in any of the windows or rooftops but found no evidence to support Hood being taken. A scan confirmed several serial offenders, but when interviewed and searched there was no sign of Hood. Several in the area reported an unusual quiet for Crime Alley."

Batman forces the next question out. "Did you check the dumpsters?"

"Yes," Nightwing grits out. "Empty."

Barbara clears her throat. "I have attempted to reconnect to Jason's GPS and comm as well as restart both remotely but there's no signal at all. The thing is, when there's a disruption like that it usually leaves some sort of sign" she pulls up the audio waves, pointing at the end where the spikes conform into a straight line that makes everyone deeply uncomfortable. Upon playing, the noise from before plays before going abruptly silent. "But there is no large spike, this is clean. It just ends. His GPS is much the same. It's not off, it's just gone."

"I know you don't like to hypothesize this early on, B, but we think this involves a meta," Tim says, rewinding the audio. "We've been running the audio from Jason's comm through different filters, playing with the levels and isolating what we can and, well, take a listen--"

The screeching drops to a sort of muffle and in the background, distantly, they can hear bits of Jason's voice.

"No, I'm not---"

"--don't need--"

"get AWAY from--"

a particularly desperate yell that makes Tim flinch, "I am NOT--!"

and almost a whimper that makes Batman's blood run cold, "please..."

And then, unfairly clear even through the faint garble, Jason says "I don't have a choice, do I."

And a minute later, quietly: "Ok."

The audio cuts off.

The defeat in Jason's last words is palpable, and fundamentally wrong. Jason has never sounded defeated a day in his life, and no one knows how to process Red Hood all but giving his hands over for the cuffs. Nightwing pushes himself off the table.

"I'm going back out there," he growls. No one tries to stop him as he stalks out the cave, not even Alfred.

"I will accompany Nightwing, make sure he does not punch any more walls." Damian says, nodding tightly.

"B?" Barbara asks.

"Keep working on it. See if you can identify what could be making those noises if Hood was standing still in an alley," Batman says, walking towards the zeta tube. "I'm going to make a few calls."

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They learned more about him in the infirmary.

"I was a sacrifice." That one sentence froze them all as the young hero continued. "I thought it was an accident, that it was my fault I went into the portal. That I turned it on. It changed me, the rift, both life and death are possessive and neither wanted to let a linchpin go. So they share me, one foot on either side of the grave. I thought I hid it, hid the effects of the infinite realms until space fell onto my shoulders. I was wrong. They knew from the beginning. They knew that a sacrifice would be needed to open the portal. Knew that it changed me. They looked at the portal and decided their daughter was worth more than their son, their perfect little girl next to the failure, and offered me up. The scientist shot at me, targeted me, made me sit at their table whilst they talked about how they would rip me limb from limb, molecule by molecule. I thought it was fine, that they didn't know they were talking about me and I just had to show them the dead wasn't all bad. My mistake. They weren't best pleased I survived, any other wouldn't have after the weight of a dimension fell on their shoulders, but I had been conditioned from the womb. Accidentally conditioned, but conditioned none the less. They didn't take care and I had been ingesting and absorbing the essences of the realms since I first came to be and she recognised me. It's concerning when a dimension has more care for you than your own parents. That despite her desires she was willing to let life have some claim to me to prevent me from losing my mortal life. My parents watched through the cameras as I was changed by her embrace and returned as whole as she could make me. They thought me a nuisance but not a threat. Not until Pariah." The Unknown had stunned them all into silence as he went on, seemingly desperate to get this off his chest. Superman went to interrupt but Constantine shook his head. It was rare to get one of the realms residents to talk about their life, rarer still that they talk about their death. From the sound of it this was a baby ancient telling them their history, which was so rare it was practically unheard of. It was best not to interrupt. Let the child speak.

Unknown, the Wandering Hero

So! We all know the typical Vivisection AU, right? Danny is revealed to his parents and they take it in all the wrong ways. They capture him, Vivisect him, and eventually he manages to escape with the help of his friends.

But what about his Rouges?

Sure, we all like to think of some of the more friendly ones like Ember, or Sydney, or Johnny 13 and Kitty, but he has WAY more Evil Rouges than good ones.

Without Danny there to reign them in, the Rouges spread out across the world to fulfill their obsessions, unhampered by the Heroes and Villains of the world that have no means to fight them.

And Danny? He feels responsible. He was the one to open the Gate, he was the Sacrifice, the one to let them through. And when the going got tough he just up and left? No, that won't do.

His Obsession is Protection for a reason, and nothing has changed. All he needs to do is expand his area of focus a little.

Danny, after healing up, starts wandering the world in search of the Ghosts who have escaped into the Mortal Realm. He battles all of his old foes, as well as many new ones who he hadn't met before.

His travels take him far and wide.

He defeats Skulker in Metropolis, as he is trying to hunt down the Super Family for their pelts. They are the last of their race after all, so he is inclined to try and hunt them. Honestly dealing with Skulker was easy, dealing with the Rich Asshole who was funding him was a nightmare.

He chases down Spectra in Gotham as she tries to feed on the misery of an entire City. (Thanks to @impyssadobsessions for the idea, this Prompt specifically). She is actually a very tough fight, especially powered by both the Misery of an Entire City as well as his Own Misery, but he manages.

He defeats Technus is Central City, as he tries to Raid Star Labs for their advanced Tech. It actually took a while to beat him after he amped himself with all that Power, and he did need help from the Local Hero to deal with him. He's just thankful Technus is one of the more "Harmless" ones.

After every Victory, he sends them back to the Realms using the Banishing Spell that Sam taught him a while back (the only bit of magic he ever really managed to master).

He knows they'll eventually find their way back out, but it's all he can do anymore. It's his eternal Punishment for unleashing them out into the World in the first place. He was the Catalyst for this Situation, now he was tasked with Fixing it, no matter how long it took.

...

The Justice League is caught in a tricky situation a the moment.

In the past few months, they have been encountering more and more of these Extra Dimensional Beings known as Realms Ghosts across the World.

Justice League Dark has had some success in battling them, but even they are getting tired of having to deal with every single incident alone.

They did get approached by a Government Agency known as the Ghostly Investigation Ward that seemed to want to help, but it didn't take long to realize that their main Aim was to Genocide the entire Race. The JLA had quickly cut ties after realizing that, and took what little Tech and Information they had been able to gather.

Still, it wasn't easy to deal with these Entities.

Thankfully, they have had some outside help. An Unknown Being has been routinely showing up whenever a Realms Ghost appears and defeating them, before using a (as described by Constantine) "Rudimentary Banishing Spell held together by willpower and luck" to send them back to their home Dimension. There's honestly no way it should be functional, but he did make it work either way.

They don't know much about this Unknown, aside from the fact that he seems to be the only one able to consistently damage the Realms Ghosts. His Powerset leads them to belive he may be from the same Dimension, or at least drawing his power from the same Source, but as he actively avoids the League and takes every opportunity to not talk to them, they know they aren't getting any answers any time soon.

Over the past few months, they had affectionately started referring to him as Unknown, creative they know, because they could never get his Real Name. Sure, some of the Realms Ghosts seemed to recognize him, but they always called him stuff like "Whelp" and "Punk" and "Usurper", which were not very good names to use when referring to him. Although the last one was a bit concerning.

They had only managed to trade a few quick words with Unknown in the past few months, but it was enough to get the Gist of it. He was just doing his job, sending the Realms Ghosts back where they belonged. There was apparently a Tear in Reality letting them through, but he seemed hesitant to reveal what he knew about it.

After a few months of sparse interactions, they eventually managed to convince him to at least take an Emergency Communicator. Just in case. They even let him take it apart to look for any Tracking Devices, which earned them a small bit of trust. They took whatever wins they could.

Fortunately, it seemed he never did need it. In fact he was getting more and more efficient with every battle, defeating his foes in half the time it would have taken before.

Unfortunately, it didn't last forever. One day, the Communicator went off, a distorted voice quickly saying, "Need backup, some of them decide to Team Up" before cutting out.

They quickly rushed to his location, finding an active battlefield with no less that a dozen Ghosts battling Unknown. And he seemed to be on the ropes.

With their arrival, the combined force of the Justice League and Unknown eventually managed to defeat the Group of Ghosts. Justice League Dark volunteered to work on the Banishing Spells while the others cleaned up the damage from the Battle.

One of them approached Unknown to make sure he was ok, and froze.

During the battle, Unknown's Mask had been Torn off, and they could finally see the face of the Hero they had been working with for the past few months.

And he was a Child.

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Does anyone know the name of a DPxDC post. I can't remember what it's called but in it Constantine summons Danny and he and Ember show up. He needs help defeating aliens and they're mad he interrupted rehearsal. They end up working together and the two of them beat them with music. I remember distinctly that Embers guitar connected to Danny's neck like a collar and her guitar changed colours. He complained about using his wail and it would result in a sore throat. I don't remember much more than that but does anyone know which post I'm talking about.

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Underground

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Okay so compared to Cass he's a failure. He's been told he's a failure his entire childhood. He's internalised this, it's why he struggles so much with thinking he's as smart as the rest of his family. In this world lets make that known, his parents know he has issues with feeling inferior and had a bad family so had to spend more time with him. They spoke to psychologists, learnt how to help their new baby. They wanted to do everything they could so it resulted in them leanring everything they could about the subject. Ghosts took a break for a month, their baby needed them. This resulted in them taking a hard look at their research with this new information in mind. How can something be planning to overtake the world and be non-sentient? Some of their research didn't make sense. Every scientist makes mistakes, they just need to learn more. This resulted in no rip apart molecule by molecule, and after making the portal they gathered evidence and came to the conclusion ghosts were capable of thinking. Now a new line of study, one specially chosen so they could talk to Jazz about it afterwords. They had spent so much time talking about their interest so now they could link to hers. How does death and the afterlife affect ghosts mentalities and society? Hence the extended trip to the ghost zone.

Danny however, despite being not as good as Cass, is still damn good compared to everyone else. Lets say he is as good at fighting but falls behind in body language reading. This means he cannot predict his opponents like she can and therefore is beaten more often or makes mistakes in fights. He builds on this in the zone, learning new fighting styles in the different communities to bond with his new subjects and learn about them and their culture.

The bats, however, hear about this kid who was abandoned for being a failure in comparison to Cass. A kid who Cain is now taking an interest in as he's lost one weapon, may as well go back to the second choice. So they have it in their heads he can't fight and needs saving, part of the reason they're so desperate to track him down. Cass can barely remember him, they were raised separately so as not to form loyalty to each other instead of David Cain and only really saw each other every few years for a match, which she won. They were still fond of each other but didn't realise they were siblings, just the closest thing each had to a friend. Now she finds out she has a twin who's in danger, who she thought was dead, she wants to add him to her family.

Amity doesn't like these new comers who are after the small Fenton, he struggled so much when he first came here and had that period when the ghost attakc sstarted where he retreated sharply into his shell. He finally seemed to be doing okay again and now this lot was driving his family out of their homes. Combined with their bad experiences with the government and rich people and you get people who are very reluctant to help.

In every fic where Danny is somehow related to the Batfam (via Bruce, Talia, Jason, Dick, etc.) While trying to avoid them he always thinks about hiding out in the ghost zone, but never actually does it. And I crave it. 

Imagine, family trying to find their long lost relative, and he’s fast but they’re faster and they’re catching up and soon /soon/ they will have a reunion and get to know him and he’ll see that they’re really not that bad and be part of the family where he belongs.

But then.

Nothing.

And they search and search, call up old contacts, travel far and wide but every lead is a dead end but they just keep trying because eventually-

And years go by, and occasionally they get an alert or see something in the corner of their eyes during patrol and they run because they can’t miss him what if this is their only chance-

And it’s not him, it’s NEVER HIM. He could be dead for all they know or he’s gone completely into hiding and that’s almost worse because are they really that bad? That awful?

(And Danny has been traveling in the ghost zone for maybe weeks, maybe years now, time is tricky where the laws of nature of different dimensions collide. He’s gone universe hoping and done the ghostly equivalent of a college students gap year to see the world but he’s ready to go home and surely they have given up by now? He’s not that important and he’s sure they’ve realized that after his time away so he leaves the ghost zone and-)

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Danny sighed as he saw another of the League of Hypocrites coincidentally walking into the room with him and Uncle Connie. Was them leaving him alone too much to ask? Did he need to put up with another insincere apology from the group looking for a more permanent attack dog?

Danny knew they weren't apologising because they felt bad, quite the opposite. Some of these individuals were very haunted and more than a few of their ghosts didn't like the one they were bound to. They were perfectly willing to report what they were saying when they thought no one could hear them. Many were irritated at Danny. How dare he refuse to help them, didn't he know everything they did was for the greater good? Sure, apparently they did something to earn his ire but no one knew what it was. It probably wasn't that big a deal anyway and they were certain they had a reason for whatever happened. And wasn't that boy arrogant, all that power and refusing to dedicate his life to helping others like a good person would. Maybe they should keep a close eye on this contact of Constantine's, everyone knows his people are shady.

Danny had heard it all and oh did their arrogance bug him. This little League of theirs had gone so long being the big boys, had been told for so long that they were good, moral and just they had come to believe they could do no wrong. At least some of them. Pride choked him whenever he had to spend extended periods of time around the idiots and the half-ghost could not wait until his honorary Uncle had used up all of the official favours Danny owed him. He would happily leave them to deal with their own messes after that.

He continued on with his work pinpointing the source of the incomplete resurrections, or as everyone else was calling it the zombie apocalypse which was extremely overdramatic for a few measly corspes that couldn't even run, as one of the idiots dithered behind him. He didn't even know the name of this one but it wasn't worth learning. He wouldn't be here for long anyway.

Danny walked off to compare his findings with John as whatever-their-name-is opened their mouth to speak, be it to apologise or repremand him as both had happened over his unhappy stay with this lot, no matter what it was he didn't want to hear it.

Two more favours left and considering the rate they were being used he wouldn't need to deal with this lot for much longer. Danny gestured to the skeleton form of his sister to join him as he wandered to the other side of the room.

Villains had discovered the Leagues ineptitude when it came to dealing with the undead and were taking full advantage. The amount of death magic incidents had spiked, which was probably why they were trying to create bond and convince him to stay. The living couldn't deal with this magic, it was toxic to those who weren't born with an affinity and ironically the halfa was always capable of handling death magic. His ease with it had apparently only grown with his death, at least according to the denizens of the Realms. Anyone else who came into contact with it would die at best, be driven mad or worse.

Sadly for them there were no other people in this dimension with the ability to stand it. He knew, he had checked. Danny, Vlad and his sister were the only ones born recently with the affinity and according to Clockwork no one else would be born for around 700 years. Even Ellie couldn't handle much, hence her many issues, and required intervention from the king of the dead to stabilise. No mortal could impart such a thing and Danny certainly wouldn't give anyone such a blessing. Too bad so sad, Danny's ability to care had faded with his family. These dumbasses deserved it anyway and he was certain he could grab John and keep him safe if needs be. It wasn't like this was apocalypse level danger anyway, just a few shambling corpses, and the villains who were invoking them would begin dropping like flies soon enough. Toxic magic after all. The amount of zombies and other undead would be finite as those with magic learnt to leave necromancy alone.

He simply had to put up with them for a little bit more, then he could leave the hypocrites alone.

The Necromancer

DP x DC Prompt inspired by 'The Ghost Warlock' on A03 by Cas3_Blanca

The Justice League has been dealing with matters related to the Undead recently. And JLD could barely handle the undead. That is until Constantine had called in a favor from someone he knew. A young man in a black trench coat with a skeleton following him everywhere, that skeleton had a burned headband on it.

The young man is a necromancer, and he is very good at handling the matters of the undead. He just has a bit of disdain for the Justice League and keeps to himself whenever he is around any Justice League member. The only person he seems to trust is Constantine, as he doesn't even interact with the rest of the JLD members. The young man had told them that he's only helping because he owed Constantine quite a few favors, and once Constantine used up all those favors on helping the Justice League, he's done with them, which means he'll leave the Justice League and Justice League Dark to deal with the undead.

Danny's life was as good as it could get. His parents had accepted him as Phantom, Clockwork assured Danny that he doesn't have to be the Ghost King just yet, his grades are steadily rising, and he is scheduling fights with his Ghostly Rogues.

That is until the GIW had shown up again. They were in the process of isolating Amity when the entire city fought back against them.

There were a few casualties, which mostly consisted of people Danny is close to. His parents, Jazz, Sam, Tucker, Valerie, Dash, Mr. Lancer and Star had perished during the struggle, and only those close to Danny hadn't become Ghosts. There wasn't enough to recover from them. Danny only has a few things to remember them by. His mom's Goggles, his dad's fudge recipe, Sam's bracelet, Tucker's PDA, and Valerie's earrings. Jazz was the only one to be buried, as she still had a body that wasn't vaporized.

He tried looking for Dani and Vlad but learned from Technus that they were captured and ended by the GIW. Now, the only person he has to lean on is his "Uncle" Constantine.

Constantine has helped Danny many times during his first years as Phantom. That's why Danny owes Constantine so many favors. He had tried to call help from the Justice League whenever Constantine wasn't around, but he was just brushed off. Hence why he doesn't like helping the Justice League's undead problems. He had also asked Technus to put his information and anything else related to him under lock and key. He doesn't want the Justice League to access and have files of his information. He's got Jazz's skeleton with him because he's taken up the role of Ghost King, and it came with Pariah's ability to raise a skeleton army if need be, but he only uses it on Jazz and other nearby buried bodies to help him deal with undead that aren't Ghosts. He also doesn't want to show his Ghostly half to the Justice League.

He's gotten quite good at hiding his mental presence from the Martians on the Justice League, but some of his emotions and thoughts slipped through. Now, the Justice League is being annoying to him by trying to apologize to him for whatever it is they did to him so they could still rely on him for any undead related issues.

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Annabeth: What's the most polite way to phrase "you fucked up big time and need to fix this now or else" in a professional email?

Percy: "Hello, I hope this email finds you before I do"

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I’m sure someones already said this but I often see Tumblr described as a hellsite. This is fundamentally incorrect.

Tumblr is the faesite. Everybody is super confused and lost, you keep running into random places. Somehow you end up stuck there forever after interacting a couple of times. The people are all strange, everybody simultaneously seems to be from the future and the past as if time is meaningless.

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It's refusing to load for me, is anyone else having this issue?

is ao3 broken for anyone else or am i just supremely unlucky

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okay but part of me is thinking of if/when Perse gets her memories after pjo is over and just straight up rejecting the roman interpretation like she was in the recent chapters. Outright saying that she is not Nerio, Nerio is a made up goddess who never existed. She is Perseleia and the version they had created she didn't accept. So she just doesn't get a Roman form because that's not her, would that cause issues with the roman versions of the gods? Like Mars trying to refer to her as his wife and she just outright rejects it. No Roman form for her to struggle with because, whilst she cares for the demigods, she doesn't accept the version of her they created after her death? Also her reaction to seeing the naked statues, destroying them or removing them, making sure they couldn't dishonour her anymore and both versions of Apollo helping by ensuring no one else could make anymore disrespectful art, such as mortal artists facing minor issues like a loss of inspiration or no materials but demigods getting it much worse. It could also be a point of contention between the camps after everything is said and done, they still have their Athenide but Rome does not have Nerio, she doesn't exist and the Athenide rejets their false worship.

Out of curiosity, if Perseleia makes it to the Roman era without fading, what will be her Roman name?

Nerio Fides

Nerio was the personification of valor and was the consort of Mars. She was also identified with Bellona (often) and Minerva (rarely). She got a portion of the spoils of war until she was replaced by gods the Romans brought/stole from other cultures. It seemed fitting for the Athenide au with the bonus of @anotheroceanid and I thinking it's hilarious to have Apollo's crush be married to his brother Ares/Mars

Fides was the personification of trust, fidelity, and good faith which works with for my interpretation of Perse Athenide being a goddess of oaths and loyalty. Fides is usually depicted as wearing a laurel or an olive leaf crown which fits the au aesthetic; she also wears a white veil which goes into the "Athenide is the eternal bride with no groom" thing we got going on

Spes would be an epithet, it means hope and the personification of hope did have a joint temple with Fides but I'm personally going to make Rome absolutely destroy any remains of Perse Athenide out of their sheer hatred for the Greeks, Athena, and Poseidon.

If she is spoken of at all, she is referred to as Mars' Bride

we're not going into the roman emperor fascination with the Athenide; i'm pushing that off to future me

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Love it when tim don't tell people SHIT. 'tim tells nobody he has lost his spleen'? Weak sauce. I want Tim to be a complete and utter mystery just by accident.

I want tim to not tell anyone that Bruce is alive. He just vanishes after bruce dies. Nobody can find him. He just shows up months later like hey the LOA is in town protect these specific people. Also Bruce is alive and I know how to find him.

I want tim to be a cryptid within the batfamily. Enough of sad baby 'please be my family' tim. Let him become ungovernable. It's what canon Tim would want. He didn't invent a fake uncle because he thought Bruce didn't want him, he created a fake uncle because he didn't want bruce

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i saw kakashi in accounting class