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DP x DC Prompt [29]

Danny flees to Metropolis after a bad reveal and finds that its actually really easy to disappear in the gigantic city.

The only pushback (if you can call it that) is that he gets a personal visit from Marilyn Moonlight on her spectral horse and she tells him he's allowed to stay as long as he doesn't cause any trouble.

The last thing he wants is a fight with a city spirit...

He does odd jobs here and there, wanders around, watches the supers handle the threats.

It's not how he figured his life would go but it's alright, he's managing.

During one of his wanderings he overhears an argument at the back of a cafe.

It turns out that a sound and lights guy is a no-show and the metal band that's supposed to perform that night is scrambling to find a replacement.

Danny volunteers if they are willing to show him the setup, he figures he's technical enough, he can figure it out. (And he might use some of his ghost abilities to make things work, but that's besides the point).

This is how he meets their lead singer, one Siobhan McDougal. Its only later that he learns she's also known as the Silver Banshee.

It explains why he feels comfortable around her, she's nice and he absolutely doesn’t have an issue with her ghostly sensibilities.

She's the one to hire Danny to be their sound and lights guy permanently.

Danny also helps with marketing and merch down the line.

Everything is fine until one night there is a commotion at the venue and Danny goes ghost to help handle the situation.

Afterwards Siobhan as Banshee stares at Danny, who stares back, and they kinda just float and look and Danny starts to go gradually invisible when he's suddenly grabbed and held up and Siobhan is positively beaming at him.

"You're like me!"

"Uhm..."

"Boy Banshee"

"Technically, men can't be-"

"So adorable~"

Next thing he knows she holds him close. And well, that's really nice, just happy happy spectral vibes all around and Danny can't help but bask in it and would it really be so bad?

She's definitely squeezing the air out of him though, it's a good thing he doesn't need to breathe in that form.

After that he works hard at altering his ghost appearance a little to make it look like he has matching skull face paint going on when he transforms.

It helps with maintaining his identity too somehow...

Despite the fact that he's still using the exact same skillset, somehow, for some reason, nobody catches on that Phantom and Boy Banshee are incredibly similar.

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DPxDC Welcoming Party

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Standing out in the street, in front of the Gotham City Hall, in suit, even if it's not broad daylight — the sun has set two hours ago, they are firmly in late evening territory — feels awfully uncomfortable. As Red Robin, he is used to clinging to the shadows and walls. As Tim, he prefers it that way as well.

Alas, he is on the meeting the delegates duty by the rule of elimination: Bruce has a reputation, Dick is an impulsive comedian, Jason is a crime lord, Cass is having a nonverbal day, Steph is... Steph, Duke is a daylight hero, and Damian is rude by design.

In other words, his family straight up threw him under the bus.

This whole thing is ridiculous if anyone asks Tim. Vigilantes playing a welcoming party for dead royalty. Not even because of the whole deal with publicity but because their family is quite literally responsible for making a lot of people cross the border from alive to dead, and them welcoming a Prince of the Infinite Realms feels like a bad joke.

Tim's wrist computer buzzes — the alarm went off, which means the delegation will be here any minute — and, right on cue, the air just a dozen or so feet away flickers in green sparks.

A car, sleek black and almost absurdly normal, appears out of thin air, slowly making its way to Tim. To the City Hall entrance, actually, which coincidentally includes Tim. And five dozen reporters with cameras, but that's irrelevant right now. At least they've stopped taking pictures of him by this point.

The car stops, and the back door slides open — which it shouldn't be able to do, judging by the model, but who's Tim to judge afterlife transport. He hears a few clicks of the cameras going off.

Inside the car, it's pitch black, like the door opened straight into a cosmic void. Tim takes a short breath, steeling himself and getting ready to face absolutely anything. He's heard more than enough stories about the Realms from Constantine when B invited him as a consultant.

The first thing he sees is white fur- no, white hair, short and fluffy, strands floating in the air and slightly glowing. Then, there's a foot in a white combat boot stepping out on the pavement, a pale hand with sharp black nails — or, maybe, claws — gripping the side of the door for balance. Tim offers a hand mostly out of polite habit, distantly relieved the Prince is humanoid.

He nearly flinches when they take it, skin so cold that Tim feels it through his glove, but their touch almost gentle.

And then, the Prince steps out of the car completely.

Tim blinks.

His mind is registering disjointed parts of their appearance: black jeans, a silver rapier on their hip, an unzipped white leather jacket that looks too much like what Jason wears, pointy ears pierced in several places.

Pale blue, shimmering freckles that look like constellations on their face.

But that's all irrelevant because the Prince is not wearing a mask, not covering his face, and Tim knows that face. It's a face he's seen just this morning before he left for classes.

Daniel Nightingale, his Gotham U roommate, is looking at him with wide, toxic green eyes.

"T-" He starts, voice barely above a whisper, but stops himself short when he feels Tim squeezing his hand all of a sudden. He has no idea how Danny recognized him- actually, it probably has something to do with him being the Prince of the goddamn afterlife, but Tim has already suffered enough unpleasant things today. He is decidedly not adding an identity breach in front of dozens of reporters to it.

"Welcome to Gotham, Your Highness," he smiles, looking Danny straight in the eyes.

The boy smiles back, perfectly polite, "Thank you."

But Tim can see how he briefly, awkwardly rolls his shoulders.

Somehow, he thinks the peace talks are going to go great.

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I actually passed away quite a few years ago, but I'm a very private person and never told anybody.

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Alfred: Timothy Jackson Drake. Tim: Full name....omg, am I going to die? Dick: It was nice knowing you Timmy. Damian: Don't lie to a dead man walking, Richard. Timothy, your existence in our lives was ambivalent at best. Tim: Thank you for your honesty, Dami. It's a comfort in my final moments. Alfred: Stop being so dramatic; you won't die today. I'm not mad; I'm disappointed in you. Tim wince: That's far worse. What did I do? Alfred: It's more like what you didn't do. Why is it that every morning, you do not find the five minutes it takes to make your bed? Tim: *confused* What do you mean? Alfred: Your bedroom is usually spotless, but you never fix your blankets or your pillows, and it makes everything look awful. I have tried to ignore it, in the hope that you will learn some responsibility, but I can no longer stand it. Tim: But I've never done my bed. It's always been done for me. Alfred: Whatever servants you had at Drake Manor are not here- Tim: I never had servants. It was just my parents, and most of the time, they weren't even in the country. I mean, the housekeeper came by every three days or so, but she never went into my room. Alfred: Wait, if you didn't make your bed and there were no servants to make it, then how was it done? Tim: It made itself, duh. Dick: Would you like to expand on that answer for the class, Timmy? Tim: Come on Dick you know what I mean. The sheets move on their own and tuck themselves in, or the pillows constantly rearrange themselves. Sometimes, on a cold night, the blankets will emerge from the closet and wrap around you. Every day, bedroom stuff. Dick: Damian: Timothy, I believe you were being haunted as a child. Tim: What? Alfred: Did anyhing else stop happening when you moved out of your old home? Tim snapping his fingers: Now that you mention it, nothing whispers in my ears anymore. Dick: You were hearing whispers!? Tim: It was mostly gibbersish and hisses so I always ingored it. The ghost should have learn to not mutter. Danny, reading their lips from the Drake Manor window using binoculars: Well, excuse me for having a speaking impediment.

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DCXDP Fanfic Idea: Book Bind

Danny Fenton gets kidnapped by the GIW and used in an experiment. Technically, they captured Phantom, but after a collar was snapped around his neck, meant to keep his powers at bay, Phantom turned into Fenton.

The GIW had no idea what to do with a human child. They haven't come across a Halfa before or had a single record of the possibility. Why would they?

Vlad was the first Halfa in history, and Danny was the second. Heck, the GIW weren't even sure what to call him. It's entirely possible that the Fruitloop was the one to coin the term Halfa, though Danny could never prove it.

The GIW weren't the most intelligent people around, nor were they taken half as seriously as any other underfunded government department. This played in Danny's favor because they had come to the assumption that Phantom had merely formed around Danny.

Much in the same way, Kitty once tried to take over Jazz, the GIW assumed Phantom had given him some kind of object that anchored him to the mortal realm. They searched his body for anything that Phantom could have infused with his power and all decided the pocket size spell book Danny picked up for Sam was the anchor.

They assured him they would free Danny from his role of a human puppet and flung the spell book into a ring of runes. Apparently, it would send the spell book back to once it came from as the agents stood around chanting.

To Danny, it just looked like a bunch of grown adults dancing around a poorly drawn salt circle. He was halfway through a witty remark when the spell book suddenly caught on fire. From there, the spell book rose, spinning in tight, fast circles until it melted away into a purple portal.

All portals Danny knew were green. It did not sit well with him that these hacks were able to obtain a different-colored one than the normal one. All at once, his inside turned, the hair on his arms rose, and a part deep within him actually felt like it was recoiling away from the salt circle.

Before Danny could even think of doing something- scream, run, fight- he felt himself being pulled towards the swirling shards of plum as if some invisible hook grabbed hold of his stomach and yanked.

The GIW agents watched, jaw slackened as what they were sure was human fly by, still tied to the office chair, screaming vulgar swear words. Danny collided headfirst into the portal, feeling the strange spell wash over him like a splash of ice water. The sensation of water didn't disappear as he was dragged through a tunnel of plum light, feeling his lungs scream for air.

As if being dragged underwater, Danny scrambled to make heads and tails of which direction he was going,- which was up? Which way was down? Where was the air!?- until the rushing water sensation spat him back out.

Gasping for air, Danny coughed, trying to get the water sensation out of his lungs even though he was bone dry. He floated a little across the floor, as if he were sliding on a puddle, unable to tug himself free of his bonds.

Since Danny was tied down from his wrists to the office chair armrests and his ankles to the pole holding the chair wheels, he was unable to push himself upright, winding up against a wall on his left side.

The sound of crashing waves eventually disappeared, leaving him groaning in pain on the ground. Black dots danced in front of his eyes, so he shut them, trying to get the nausea to stop swishing in his belly. Danny had never been inside a whirlpool, but he thinks that was a pretty accurate representation of the sensation.

Where in the world was he?

"Who's there?" Someone yelled from a distance away. They sounded young, likely close to Danny's age, and male. He tried to turn his head in that direction but found that doing so made his vertigo far worse.

Not to mention the ache in his lungs.

All he wound up doing was making a pathetic, small whimper of pain.

Danny felt the last bits of his consciousness start to slip away as footsteps grew closer. The echo that accompanied them made him think he was in some kind of underground cave. He swore he also heard the sound of waves, but that might just be the portal's non-water still stuck in his ears.

"Oh!" The voice from earlier gasped, now far closer. "My word. Are you alright!?"

Danny cracked his eyelids a little, looking up into the eyes of a strange-looking ghost. Danny would have almost called him human were it not for the gills he could see on the guy's neck. Though he did note that the stranger's grey eyes looked good with his sharp facial features and blond, white hair.

Danny's eyes felt heavy, causing his gaze to slip down to the bright red shirt the stranger was wearing, and then lock onto the golden, spear-like belt buckle. He slumped against the ground when his neck could no longer hold him up. Distantly, he noticed the gills weren't just a neck accessory. He had fins on the back of his calves and webbed feet.

Was this ghost part fish or something?

"Aqualad to Team, I have found a half-drowned civilian, requesting medical assistance." He heard the Fish-Ghost order before hands were on his body, cutting away at the rope. "You will be alright. Help is on the way."

Danny attempted to answer, but all that came out was a strange wheezed mutter before he passed out.

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You know how walker (is that her name? I only saw clips of the show) Got DNA of batman from around Gotham. What if someone else did the same but instead of batman, they got DNA of dick, Jason and Tim to create the ultimate soldier with their best qualities and danny is the result. He had Dicks acrobatics, Jason's deadness and ruthlessness and Tim's smarts.( ・∀・)

The one thing that tied all three DNA donors was their role as Robin. Or so the government sector (with no name, in case they were ever exposed, so they could never be tied to the United States) thought that was all that was tying them together.

He was to have the First's acrobatics and his leadership.

The Second's sharp shooting and his ruthlessness.

The Third's hacking and smarts.

Everything that made those human vigilantes a force to fear would be poured into this clone. Hours and hours of combat, strategy, and American propaganda downloaded into his brain. The clone would be the perfect soldier, the perfect weapon.

None of them were expecting this.

"You will follow commands."

"Why?"

"You will be activated by the phrase The Shadow over the Flag"

"Why?"

"You are a weapon," Waller hissed at the clone who was staring at her evenly from the chair they had strapped him to.

"Why?" The darn thing repeated, tilting his head much like the bird his donors called themselves.

"You don't need to know why." She spat, nodding her head at one of the scientists. They took that as a sign to turn on the electricity, listening to the boy scream as it ran amok through his body. She counted to twelve before raising her hand to signal the electricity to end. "You are a weapon of the United States."

The clone gasps through his pain before raising his head and grinning at her. Almost as if he wasn't just about to pass out from the mental training they were attempting to put him through. "Why?"

Scowling, she turned away, throwing a command over her shoulder. "Break him."

The clone's voice yelled back. It's eerily cheerful, much like the first Robin had been whenever he attacked goons or the second Robin when he set a building on fire or even the third Robin when he outsmarted adults. "I'll catch up to you later. I'll catch up to everyone involved with my creation, and I'll teach you what happens when you attempt to make a living weapon."

She didn't care. Waller had been threatened her entire life by beings far stronger than the experiment they had created. She doubted that it could fine her or her team. It was a mystery where the clone had developed a personality—one that took nothing seriously and seemed almost happy in the chaos that brought it pain—but she had broken many people before.

One she helped create would be just as simple to break.

A week later, Waller found out that everyone in that unnamed government sector had been hunted down and killed by the clone that had escaped with none the wiser. She found out because it was waiting for her, wearing the wedding rings of those on her team and the badges of those who were unmarried.

Waller had found it sitting comfortably on her desk in her home office, flipping through her laptop and sending files to random emails.

"I wonder how many Americans are going to die with that information out." A wide, wicked grin rested on its lips as it released files and files of government secrets. She stood there, frozen in the doorway, unsure of what to say as it raised its head and stared her down with borrowed eyes. "I wonder how quickly the country you love so much will turn on you for a few files."

Waller responded by raising her gun and firing. But the clone bent in a way that spoke of the First, dodging the bullets with a gentle laugh. As if she wasn't trying to shoot it, but instead they were having a little pillow fight at a sleepover. Then, in the next second, her right hand was gone, nothing more than an explosion of blood.

Like a water spray bottle that had squirted out a stream.

She stared at it, more confused than in pain, watching the blood leak down her arm. The gun clattered against the ground as the Clone giggled. "Oopsie, mother had a little spill~!"

"Protocol Alpha-ten!" She shouted, twisting on her heel and running down the hall as her security system automatically started destroying files and locking down the building.

"Overright: Omega-four-four-three," A voice calmly called out. Her voice. Waller realized with horror that the clone was skipping after her, mimicking her speech so well that the security system halted all movement. It believed the clone.

But they had tested it against the Martians' shapeshifting. And not even taking her form could trick her system!

"Are we playing tag?" The clone called out, and suddenly, bam- her left leg from the knee down was gone. She stumbled, grabbing onto the wall, with a cry as the clone laughed more. "Am I it?"

"Protocol: Nine-Pitch Black!" She screams, praying the message gets out —if only as a warning to the rest of the world —but even before she finishes speaking, another voice overlaps hers.

"Override: White Fall five-nine-eight-twelve." The clone walked up behind her, kicking out her good knee. Waller tumbled to the ground, breathing heavily, trying to think through the pain. It crouched down to her fallen form, tsking. "Calling for help? From the Justice League? After all the grief you've given them? A new low even for you."

"What...what are you?" She gasps, watching his blue eyes shimmer to green and his teeth sharpen. The DNA was human, not even meta-human. None of the Bats were. So, how was this clone changing? Did someone on the team mess with its DNA strand when they were making it?

"Shhhh shhhhhh." The clone cooed, pressing his finger against her trembling lips as a terrible pressure filled the air. A chill broke across her body as frost slowly crept along the walls, and the lights burst one by one. The clone's glowing grin looked more and more haunting by the second.

"My dead Amanda Waller." It purred, leaning in and letting its human features melt away to reveal a monster. "You know what I am. All living things know what I am. They can't escape me."

"Death," The word feels punched out of her, and its green eyes seem to dance with amusement.

"Your death."

No one heard her scream, and no one noticed when she was silenced for good.

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Bruce Wayne gets a knock on his door at three in the morning just as the team is coming back from patrol. He wants to tell his kids to go get it, but everyone is half dead on their feet from the latest fight, so after getting out of his suit and throwing on his best bed robe, he makes the trek to the front door.

He doesn't even have to pretend to be exhausted. Bruce is getting up there in age, and hero work was a young man's job.

He rubs at his eyes while swinging the large front door open, a sarcastic remark on the tip of his tongue, but it dies the second he sees what's standing on his doorstep.

A child, the perfect blend of all his sons, that it was almost like he was looking at one of those holographic posters of his children's child school photos, beams up at him.

In his hands, dripping blood onto the steps of Wayne Manor, is the head of Amanda Waller, frozen in a permanent petrified scream for all eternity.

"Hi," the child chirps, eyes crinkling like Dick's, lips pulled into a half-smirk like Tim's, and nose scrunched up like Jason's. Bruce was struck dumb by how adorable he seemed despite more heads of unknown victims resting at his feet. "My name is Danny Phantom. I was told this was where my DNA came from, and that makes it my home, doesn't it? Do you like games?"

What none of the unnamed government sector workers knew was that the blood they collected around Gotham had been contaminated. It was filled with the curse that made even the gentlest souls mad.

And Danny Phantom had once been the gentlest being in the universe before his soul had been accidentally used in a cloning experiment. One that involved using the strange, unknown green goo as a link between three different DNAs, and now housed the very force of death, all cramped into the body of a five-year-old monster.

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Danny: If I have to stare at another Excel data sheet, I'm going to scream.

Tucker: Bad day at work?

Danny: Yes. I made a mistake in the company share drive and had to spend all afternoon correcting the data.

Sam: Wasn't that data collected for like the past 6 months?

Danny: You can see why it took me hours. Not to mention how my manager reacted.

Tucker: Was he mad?

Danny: Worse. He was happy to have me go up to the CEO and explain why the bi-annual report was going to be late.

Sam: That's horrible. What did the CEO say?

Danny: I don't know. I was too busy staring at the floor, shamed-face. He laughed after I said the bi-annual report was going to take me two more weeks, and when I looked up, I lost all mental ability.

Sam: Let me guess, you were sent to CEO Tim Drake?

Danny: Yes

Sam: It's understandable that you couldn't function in the face of that.

Tucker: Care to share with the class?

Danny: I gay panicked so hard. I have no idea what happened in those thirty minutes. One second, I was in the doorway explaining to my shoes my mistake, and the next, I was back at my office cubbie, eating a cupcake. I dont know where the cupcake came from but it had a little plastic sign that said "Everyone makes mistake. Everyone has those days".

Tucker: Did that plastic sign also include Hannah Montana?

Danny: Yes.

Sam: Shit, hes hot, gives you food and is funny? Lock that down Danny.

Danny: Look what down!?

Tucker: Baby trap him.

Danny: I can not physically baby trap anyone Tucker.

Sam: Isn't Drake adopted? Go to park and pick out a kid. I'm sure Drake won't care its not his baby, when you trap him with it. Same beginnings and all that.

Tucker: Look for one with his hair or his nose.

Danny: You two are the worst roommates every. I shouldn't have moved in with you after completing our associates. I should have stayed in the student dorms for ny bachelor's.

Sam: Big talk from the boy with student loans and only six months of work on his resume.

Danny: I'm going to bed!

Tucker: Good idea, early to bed means we can wake up early and see what kids are available at the park tomorrow!

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Jazz: Hi Honey!

Jason: ?

Jazz: This is my boyfriend, the one I was talking about so I really can't give you my number.

Creepy guy: Is he really your boyfriend?

Jason catching on: Yeah, I am. You got a problem?

Creepy guy: No, no, no. I can see she's already claimed for. Sorry didn't mean to overstep. I'll go. *runs away*

Jazz: *Angry Huff* Claimed!? Like I'm a thing!? Agh!

Jason: Are you alright? Did he do anything to you?

Jazz: I'm fine. He was annoying more than anything. Creep followed me from the subway station on the seventh.

Jason: That's far.

Jazz: Yeah if you didn’t help I was going to break my promise with my brother and send the creep to the hospital then get arrested again.

Jason: You have a criminal record?

Jazz: Whats with that tone?

Jason: Sorry, you don't look the part. I mean no offense, but you're dressed like you work in a libary.

Jazz: I do work in a libary. I just also happen to be a highly train ghost hunter and humans are far easier to hurt then ghosts.

Jason smiling: Oh? How so?

Jazz: For one thing, humans don't usually notice when I disarm them. *Holding up Jason guns*

Jason: Wha- when did you-!?

Jazz: *Handing them back* See? I'm dangerous. Anyway see you around Motorcycle Boy.

Jason: Motorcycle Boy?

Jazz yelling over her shoulder: I picked you to be my fake boyfriend because you looked good on that bike. Stay hot, Motorcycle Boy!

Jason watching Jazz flip her hair over her shoulder and walk away: Im going to bring thay girl home to Alfred.

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Dick: What is this?

Delivery man: A flower delivery for a Richard Grayson.

Dick: From who? And why would they send ten orders of a dozen roses to me?

Delivery man: It's an anonymous request though they did include this sealed card. But between you and me, these are some of the most expensive roses in the world, and the person was awfully flustered when ordering them. I think you have a secret admirer.

Dick: Oh well thank you.

Delivery man: Anyway time. Have a good day!

Dick closing the door staring at the roses: A secert admirer? In this day and age? Maybe the card will give me some clues if this is a genuine gesture or not.

Sealed card: Dear Richard Grayson, I am not brave or strong enough to face you head on so I will send these flowers in my place. I'm sure they will be a perfect representation of where you stand in my core.

Dick reading card: Oh! I do have a secret admirer. Thats so romantic! I wonder who they are?

Danny two floor down glaring at Dick's apartment door: How you like those blood blossoms, Haunt Trespasser. Just because you were able to move into my apartment building without triggering my ghost sense doesn't mean I dont know you're a ghost. I saw you jump out of your window dressed in blue spandex! And the fact you don't feel like a ghost or a overshadowed human let's me know I can't beat you head on but I will not just give up my territory without a fight!

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DeadSerious Soulmate AU - Where the first words your soulmate says will appear on your wrist on your 16th birthday. Part 1

Dick Grayson knows his little brother, heck, he practically raised him when Bruce went off and got lost in time. Damian's his little brother, he'd even take it a step further and call him his son.

Which is why, on Damian's 16th birthday, where the birthday boy is surrounded by their family and trying to hide his happy smile while bantering with Tim, he almost doesn't want to see the words that are going to appear on the boys wrist.

But alas, it's going to happen and Damian decided he wanted to show off the words as soon as they show up. Many people liked public soulmate reveals, many liked private reveals, many don't like showing their soulmate words at all.

Damian had been glancing at his wrist nearly all day, and everyone knew it. They just chose to not say anything to give the boy his own space.

He's growing up so fast, Dick thinks, glancing sadly at his little brother. They only had him for 6 years and he's getting older and is going to eventually leave and what will Dick do when his little brother-

"HOLY SHIT GUYS IT'S HAPPENING!" Jason exclaims, and Dick wants to yell because he was having a moment, okay? His little brother was going to reveal his soulmates words and-

Holy shit. Damian's about to reveal his soulmates words.

Damian is watching his wrist with open awe on his face and Dick is glad that no one was sitting behind Damian so he could have his moment. Dick could see the happiness clear on his face as words start to scrawl on Damian's wrist.

Time passes and eventually the words come to a stop and Damian then narrows his eyes as he brings his wrist closer and Dick is almost going to tip over his seat in anticipation.

Then, after a heartbeat, Damian's face flushes dark red and he moves his head away, as if he's embarrassed of the words.

Dick's about to open his mouth when he realizes Bruce and Tim managed to materialize behind Damian and are already looking at his wrist with their calculating 'I'm-a-detective-for-a-reason' look.

He watches with bated breath as Bruce's eyes narrow, a stern line on his mouth. Oh no.

Dick then looks at Tim, who's blank faced and has that look when he's going to find something that everyone within reason will call him crazy for.

Damian is still red-faced and he looks almost mortified now.

Eventually, Jason walks to Damian's side, reads the words and barks out a laugh.

"No fucking way." He says, delighted, and Damian's face turns darker.

Dick then finds himself walking over and reading the words and feels himself age by nearly 10 years.

Because there, right on his little brother's wrist, are the words: 'Geez, if you were gonna throw yourself at me like that, the least you could do is give me a kiss for saving you.'

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DCxDP fanfic idea: I'm a wizard, trust me.

Danny Fenton grows up to be a scammer.

Well, okay, he's a fortune teller. But he's a very good one. So good, in fact, he was able to leave small town Amity Park, find his way to the big city of Gotham, and open a highly successful fortune telling business.

In a place like Gotham, where people dress up in costumes to create or fight crime every other Tuesday, his craft is often....dismissed. No one with so-called Future Sight made it often in this city.

But Danny did. And that's because he is a scammer.

See every single one of his clients that comes into his readings leaves with a message that is not as cryptic as other fortune tellers. Not as randomly said to try and fish for information to build upon.

In fact, Danny is able to name little details about people's lives that even the most hesitant to believe in his abilities are left convinced he could actually peek into the future.

Danny is so sure he can convince anyone that he even offers people to take their money back if their reading ever sounds off. It's a good hook to have new clients come in, often looking for a bit of fun or as a joke and leave convinced to come back.

Danny offers a variety of tools to tell fortunes: runes, tarot cards, palm readings, tea leaf reading, crystal ball observing, and even interpretation of dreams. Because of this, he can blend each service into more appointments, and more people keep coming back and back again.

The truth of the matter is that Danny's secret of success is his ability to speak to the dead. He means this in the literal sense.

Every since Danny's accident, he had assumed everyone could see ghosts, but Amity Park had been known as the most haunted place in America and it took months for the first ghost sighting to happened back in his freshmen year after he became Phantom.

Before then, the only ones who believe in the paranormal were Mr. And Mrs. Fenton. This unfortunately meant they were discarded as crazy. As the town's freaks.

He will admit that up until he was fourteen, Danny was embarrassed by his parents' work. He also didn't believe in ghosts and couldn't understand why they did so intensely.

Then he became a Halfa, and he never doubted them again.

It took him fighting in the streets as Phantom against other ghosts for the rest of Amity Park to stop calling his parents crazy.

The Fenton Ghost Portal drenched Amity's already abnormally high ectoplasm levels to the amount that ghosts were not only visible. They were also able to touch things physically.

This all ended in Danny's junior year, when his parents finally decommissioned the portal. They still thought it didn't work and the electricity bill to keep the thing running was too high after three years.

They needed to cut some costs in order to help Jazz in college.

Once the overflow of ectoplasm was gone, Danny found that ghosts could not long cause trouble. They could not longer even be seen by normal people. The three years of ghost terrorizing the town became a faint memory.

Unless, of course, you were a halfa who could still see ghosts as regularly as before. Now Danny was the only one facing this problem, for even Sam and Tucker could no longer detect Skulker, or Ember, or even a blob Ghost.

The ghosts themselves all willingly returned to the Zone after they realized they were helpless in the mortal plane. Except for the ghosts who were created and lived in the mortal world. These were the ghosts like the Dairy King, who mainly wanted to be left alone.

Danny would chat with a few every once in a while and found that the ghosts were actually gaint gossips. They were dead with nothing to do but witnessed people's daily lives and judging them for it. He soon learned every dirty secret about everyone who was anyone in Amity Park.

It was during Danny's senior year that he put used to those secerts. Dash Baxer had thrown a wild party to celebrate their last first-week-of-high-school, and the Trio had crashed it once word got out. Dash's parents would be out of town, so alcohol would be present.

While Tucker was kissing some girl in the bathroom, and Sam was busy out drinking everyone under the table, Danny had found a set of tarot cards left out by Dash's mother. He only picked it up and shuffled to have something to do with his hands since Danny didn't drink- Phantom's healing factor wouldn't let him get drunk- and he felt awkward without his friends.

A very intoxicated Star spotted him from across the room shuffling the cards and stumbled over, demanding he read her fortune. He voiced had carried, grabbing the attention of the rest of the A-listers who also crowded around.

A few of the football players jeered they would hurt Danny if he gave Star a bad telling, and in an effort to avoid that, Danny had called upon one of the secrets the ghosts had shared about Star.

He told the blond girl he saw her publishing a book. She scoft, claiming everyone knew she liked to write until Danny pulled another card and told her which local publishing company had approved her manuscript.

He then described the jorunal she wrote her plot in - a blood book with a starfish in the top right corner - telling her the cards showed him the image of the third page. That satisfied the girl, who was a little put off he was able to guess her journal, and the football players backed off.

The party resumed with Dash taking back his mom's cards.

An hour later, Star came back running towards him, waving her phone. She had received a email, from the same company he had named and her book based off that same plot was going to be published.

The ghost who told him about that had been inside the room when the editor had approved the story.

The rest of the party memebers all scrambled for their own reading with an excited Dash being the first. Danny spent the entire night reading out fake fortunes using his dead knowledge and the rest as they say was history.

By the time Danny moved, he had half of Amity Park scrambling to book him for a reading, and Danny found himself expanding his horizons by trying out new methods. His parents didn't really support Danny's career path, as they wanted him to go to college like his sister or focus on the family business.

Especially his mother who didn't find any logic in Danny's "gift". Much like her arguments about Santa Claus, she and Danny wind up in a lot of screaming matches over the subject.

Technically she was right, since he wasn't reading the future, he was merely using ghost gossip to accurately make assumptions of the future but it still hurt. He choose to move away to get away from it all.

In Gotham, Danny quickly established a new ring of gossip ghost informants and opened for business with the same tactics.

So yes, he was a scammer, but he was never wrong.

He even got Bruce Wayne to admit that he was correct after coming in for a reading using leaves. Danny didn't have to do any leg work for the billionaire, he just asked the man's parents that were following him around.

He doesn't really know why Thomas was giggling so much when he told him to tell Bruce, "I see a bat near the rim - you will be experiencing danger very soon. Oddly enough, I also see a black cat , which means a false female friend and a heart- meaning passion. These are scattered predictions. Let me consult my crystal ball for clarification. Hmm. I see a woman with tan skin, green eyes, black hair, and an oddly cat shape necklace. She is kissing you, but she is also reaching for a cat statue made of jade."

Mr. Wayne had turned deathly pale while Martha Wayne shook her head and muttered about her son's taste. Thomas Wayne only cackled.

Thankfully, Bruce Wayne had left after handing Danny a whole whooping two thousand dollars - the reading was only one hundred!-and he been so happy he closed the shop early, gone out to a nice dinner for one, and got home to relax in his tub.

Danny was just not expecting Batman to show up to his apartment while he was busy ready trashy gay novels while he soaked. The scream that was ripped out of his mouth made his Phantom side shrivel up in shame.

Thankfully, it was what convinced Batman that he was not trained in any way to think he was stealing or breaking laws for his readings.

It just made the hero lean into his face and menacingly ask "Do you have magic?"

Now the GIW was greatly defunded over the years, but that didn't mean they didn't still pose a threat to a Halfa like Danny. The last thing he wanted was for people to know he could speak and see ghosts. Who knew what it would take for them to make the correct jump from being able to communicate with the dead to being part of the dead.

But what could he tell Batma to have him look the other way? He scrambled for a idea while he sat there bare naked in his tub, surrounded by red candles and a book about a man trying to seduce a vampire on his floor.

Nothing really screamed magic in his opinion.

Neither Thomas nor Martha were with Bruce - they were likly haunting their grand baby Martha loved watching over Richard- to ask the dead couple for an idea or listen to them shout out advice, so all Danny thought to do was say:

"Yes, sir. I'm a wizard"

Batman leaned back narrowing his eyes "What kind of wizard?"

What kind? There were categories!?

"Im not that powerful, so I can't cast spells, but I can use my magic to draw out auras and read them." He ventures after a moment sinking into his water. He is grateful he threw in a galaxy bathbom so the black shimmer hides his important bits from view.

"Auras" Batman repeats slowly.

"Yes. I'm an aura wizard. Trust me."

There was a pause, and then with one swift nod, Batman disappeared into the shadows of his bedroom.

Danny waits a few minutes before he finds the courage to leave his bath and check his apartment. The hero is gone. He believes Danny's explanation.

He hopes this lie doesn't come back to haunt him.

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Perks of Being Half Dead. Pt2

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Bobby grumbled under his breath, glaring at the rusted engine someone had dropped off forever ago; he had just gotten some time to get around to fixing it. The darn thing was worth less than his old boots; the rocker arm axle was completely welded to the arms and valve springs, the heat gasket was fucked to hell and back, and the flywheel looked like it'd give 'im tetanus by breathing on it.

He'd be better off just stripping it for parts and scrapping the rest.

A sharp whistle cut through the air, dragging him out of his mind and back to reality. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled his phone and answered without glancing, "What do ya wan', ain't got time for this."

"well, hello to you too, bobby," Dean chirped, overly pleased for someone who got his ass handed to him after he had already asked for bobby's advice and ignored it.

"What do ya want, boy? I told you two to stop calling me if you were bein' idjits." Bobby huffed, tossing his socket wrench onto the side table he had set up.

He'd have to see if he could pull the rest of the parts out later; the oil pan looked surprisingly usable. he doubted the oil pump was anything close to new, fucker looked bout fifteen years in the grave.

"Look, Sammy wanted me to call you back and see if you could find something for us. We're following a new trail, it's a weird one. Thought Vamps at first, but they're not acting like any we know. Humans, cows, anything with moving blood, they attack. Ripped to shreds. It leaves obvious bite marks. police are claiming it's savage dogs, but that's not going to last long."

Bobby hummed, staying silent as Dean continued, "Dad's notes have a cave system marked in the area, and they line up with the attacks pretty much exactly. Only witness was hysterical, claiming the earth came alive and killed them."

Humming, Bobby scratched his beard and turned to glance at his house. Something that leaves messes worse than a vampire with rabies, lives in caves, and looks like the earth.

"What kind of earth are we talkin' bout?" Bobby took his hat off and scratched his head, putting it back on as he talked, "If it's bugs and shit, then i'd say you're dealing with another unhinged ghoul, but it doesn't fit with the huge mess they're leaving. If it's like plants and stuff, I'm going to have to dig some. If it's rocks," Bobby trailed off, glancing back at the engine and glaring.

"If it's rocks, it sounds a lot like a Grick, but those things are rare and usually eat the flesh off dead things, so it doesn't make sense with attacking the living. Have Sam look into those, just to be sure. I'll get digging, see if I can find anything else."

"Right, thanks, Bobby." Dean sighed, hanging up before Bobby could respond.

Rolling his eyes, Bobby tossed his phone down and grabbed one of his work towels. Wiping his hands and face clean, Bobby glanced around. The crickets had died down, and the wind had fallen still. It made his gut unhappy, but nothing was out of place.

Grumbling one last time, Bobby grabbed his phone and started making his way back. might as well get to reading, it's not like he had anything better to do.

Just before he got to his house, a shriek of tires filled the air, soon followed by someone slamming a car door and angry yelling.

Pausing, Bobby turned and watched as a young boy quickly tried limping away from an old truck, the driver practically falling out of the car to try and stop him. Immediately, Bobby's gut told him this wasn't something to ignore.

Reaching over and under his porch, he grabbed one of his shotguns and walked over, studying the scene playing out just twenty feet from him.

"get back here you little shit!" the older guy grunted, quickly latching his hands around the boys arms and pulling him back. It gave Bobby a chance to see the cut silver tape still clinging to the kid's wrists.

"Let go of me!" the boy shouted, stumbling from the pull, but using the forced momentum to elbow the guy in the gut. The guy grunted but held on, glaring at the boy in anger. It didn't deter the boy at all, as he simply turned and stomped on the man's foot.

The man let go, and the kid scrambled back toward Bobby, letting him finally get a clear look at him. He was caked in dried blood, dark bruises covered a majority of his exposed skin, and a nasty scar crawled up the side of his face and down his left arm. The kid looked like shit.

"The hell is going on here?" Bobby cut in, holding the gun up but not pointed at them. He wasn't going to risk shooting the poor kid; it looked like he's been through more than Bobby's lived and seen.

"I'll tell ya what's going on here!" the man yelled, straightening up and pointing angrily at the boy, who stepped back and winced but continued to glare up at him.

"My son's been causing lots of trouble back home, so I thought I'd bring him out here and teach 'im a lesson!"

"for fuck's sake," the boy growled, turning just slightly to talk to bobby, but keeping most of his attention on the man.

"he ain't my dad, thought it'd be real cute just ganking a kid off the streets just cause nobody was around." The kid turned back, leaning forward to glare even more at the man.

If looks could kill, the man would be dead six times over by now. "Who are you even tryin' to fool? We don't even look related!"

which was true, the boy was pale as a corpse and had bright blue eyes and thick black hair. The man was tan and had thinning blond hair and brown eyes.

The man glared at them, looking like he was ready to either attack or start yelling again.

"Alright, that's enough," Bobby huffed, raising the gun and pointing it at the man. "I'm giving you five seconds to get out of here before I call the cops." he really should just call them, but he had a few questionable things dropped off last week that he hadn't gotten the chance to move. The last thing he needed was for them to get serious and start watching him again.

The man growled, stepping forward to do something, so Bobby pointed the gun at the dirt road in front of him and pulled the trigger. The man stumbled back, eyes wide.

"Five," Bobby counted, casually reloading the gun and aiming back at the man calmly.

The man stumbled and lurched, quickly turning and running back to his truck, not even closing the door before the engine revved and the tires squealed and burned the ground as he took off.

They sat in silence for a moment before the boy snorted, drawing Bobby's attention.

"That's got to be one of the worst kidnappings I've ever experienced, 3/10."

"The hell are you going on about?" Bobby huffed, lifting a brow and turning the safety back on. "You say that like you've been kidnapped before."

"Oh, yeah." The kid blinked, slowly turning to casually look around the area. "I lost count after seventy."

Bobby stopped and took a moment to really look at the kid; overgrown hair, scars, calm in dangerous situations, worn-out clothes, a knife tucked into the side of his boot. The kid wasn't looking at Bobby, focused more on studying the area. His eyes focused on the long grass and dense leaf cover and the shady spots the old cars provided.

This wasn't a normal kid.

"Got anyone to call, kid?" Bobby asked, hoping his theory was wrong just this once.

"Not unless you've got a way to call the dead." The boy did one final sweep of the area before studying Bobby, "You have the same stance my parents did, you a hunter?"

well shit. What was with the world and dropping kid hunters at his doorstep?

"If I am?" Bobby asked, turning to start heading back to his house.

The kid was silent for a moment, making Bobby turn to glance back at him. The boy was looking down under his shirt, face pale, "Then I really hope you've got a stocked med kit." The boy glanced up, "I think I ripped my stitches."

And then the kid promptly collapsed to the ground.

"shit," bobby cursed, rushing over to check the kid.

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DP x DC prompt [27]

Sam took Danny to a Gotham gala and there is a ivy attack.

The reason why isn't that important, what matters is that the inside of the whole place now looks like a tropical garden.

Sam is fascinated and a little in awe but sadly, now isn't the time to fangirl over what's happening. Danny is missing.

She hijacks some of ivy's plants with her own liminal plant powers to work through the impromptu jungle and get Danny back.

It kind of turns the plants she's taking over black and covered in thorns and overall makes them look a lot creepier and like they want to eat meat.

The other plants around those now start to recoil.

It helps a lot with working through the jungle.

She thinks she's found him and does a daring rescue where at the end he lands in her arms.

But it's actually Damian Wayne, so she puts him down and points him in the direction of the exit and then goes back to looking for Danny.

Damian is left speechless and with a need to find out more about the Manson's daughter. Because he doesn't want to deal with a Poison Ivy 2 in the future, that's all. Absolutely no other reason what so ever.

As all that is happening, on the other side of the jungle Danny is keeping the plants at bay with his ice.

He thinks he's being subtle about it but he's thinking in Amity logic, not Gotham logic, and people are gonna think he's a meta now.

Pamela is distracted from her original goal cause she's a little worried about the teen shaped avatar of the Black.

Her plants are screaming "scared scared scared" at her, because Sam is essentially infecting the Green with her own connection to the Black.

Things are turning kinda messy fast.

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Barbara: You are not going to believe what I found in Damian's laptop. It's actually a little worrying.

Bruce: Should I be worried as a father or as Batman?

Barbara: *So and so hand motion*

Bruce: *deep breath* What did you find?

Barbara: He has files upon files about a boy named Daniel Fenton. Apparently, he's been following him around for months documenting everything there is about him because, and I quote, "Fenton generates a airborne illness targeting humans. Symptoms include: Quicken heart, sweaty palms, flushing in the face, upset stomach and difficulty in speech."

Bruce: So he has a crush and instead of handling it in a healthy normal way, Damian just assumed that this Fenton boy is patient zero? And now he's stalking the boy to prove it.

Barbara: That's a good summary, yeah. Oh and he's doing it as Damian Wayne. I'm also like ninety-nine percent sure Fenton is aware of Damian following him around.

Bruce defeated: Of course he is. How bad is Fenton handling it?

Barbara: Suprisingly, I think he finds it funny. I hacked Fenton's messages to his friends back in Amity Park and he has described Damian as "A cute human trying to be a proper ghost in courting."

Bruce: What does that mean?

Barbara shrugging: Local teenage slang most likely. Other teenagers in Amity Park talk like that a lot from what I could dig up. In any case, you need to have a chat with Damian.

Bruce sighing: I'll dig up the old puberty books and speak with Damian tonight. There goes my bubble bath time....

Barbara patting his shoulder: May you one day soak for hours without your kids doing something stupid.

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DID YOU FIND THE KID YET?

The door bangs open, slamming into the wall with a pathetic crack. Tim fights the urge to reach for his bo staff — goddammit, can't the personnel in this clinic knock? “Did you find the kid yet?” a new voice cuts through the room, and, on the polar opposite from the anxious, stressed mood in the room, it sounds bright, casual and completely unbothered.

Crime Scene Do Not Cross- by @corkinavoid

Im sorry, this has going on repeatedly in my head since I read that line and I cant stop laughing.

If you want me to deleate it I will do so but just know, this has been the most hilarious entrance of a character I have ever experience.

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Bruce: Tim's new boyfriend...is he...you know?

Damian: Undead? It's really unclear. He claims he is not undead but that he certainly died at one point, which makes me think he is, plus he can shift into a ghost, which is evidence he is dead. Though he has a heartbeat, bleeds, and can die again that counteract the idea he is dead.

Bruce: I actually meant if he was blond. Since Tim seems to have a thing for Blondies.

Damian: Oh. He is not. Daniel has hair as dark as ours.

Bruce: What do you mean Danny might be undead?

Damian: I said it was unclear if he was.

Bruce: Damian Wayne, is your brother dating a creature of the night?

Damian: Hard to tell. Daniel dresses like he's a man of the night....I'm implying he's a street worker-

Bruce: I know what your trying to imply but please reframe from insulting your bother's boyfriend.

Damian: It was not a insult. It was a observation of his sense of clothing and style. Daniel is far too attractive for Drake. He can do better. *gasp* His attractiveness is another check mark in being undead box!

Bruce: *Sigh* Why couldn't he just stick to blonds?