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I just gotta put this out there real quick:

Dani "Danielle" Phantom

Ghost Name: Phantasm

Nickname: Ellie or Dani(if we wanna keep the twinning shtick goin)

MAKES SO MUCH FUCKIN SENSE BRO. Like they ofc have to have their own identity later on, getting things sorted out(obviously assuming Dani doesn't fucking destabilize..)

No. They find a way to make sure she doesn't destabilize, I personally like the angst of that idea, but I like to keep the little gremlin!

Maybe adding in Dan (Evil Danny) or some refer to as "Dante", which actually makes sense too.

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NAH FUCK THIS MAN!!! I JUST READ "Call and Response" by LPSunnyBunny on Ao3.

BRO.

I CRAVE THE BIRD CODE. THE WHISTLE CODES OF THE BIRDS????

I NEED IT

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👜👌🏻

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💳💥💳💥💳💥

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Ive been wanting to read more "reverse adoption" like fanfics of Danny + Batfam

Anybody got recommendations? Or some similar-

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AAAA- I LOVE YOUU!!/platonic

I 100% that there is no way none of the robins(former or not) aren't feral as fuck 🤣

DP x DC prompt #1 pt.1

Im imagining Proto Core!Jason and Ghost King/High King!Danny met and bonded, then Jason not telling his family that he has a relationship of some sort with the whole ass High King of the Infinite Realms, and Jason calls up his fraid to help the JL and YJ with an alien invasion.

Batman: We are at a stand still. We cannot drive these aliens away on our own.

Worried looks are shared all across the Watchower meeting table.

Jason: ... I know someone.

All heads turn towards Red Hood, suspicion, and curiosity is seen in most, if not all, facial expressions.

Batman: [Eyes squinted] What do you mean you "know someone," Hood..?

Jason: I mean: My fraid can take care of this shit. [Eye roll]

Constantine: Wait ' minute, "fraid"??

Jason: Yeah, fraid, "Sad man in a fuckin trench coat."

Constantine looked baffled at the name calling, blinked twice, and promptly reached into his coat to take a swig of his flask.

Constantine: Nope. I'm not dealin' with that sober.

Batman glares at the blonde, then sighs right after.

Red Robin: Hood, what do you mean by your "fraid"?

Jason: Eh, I'll have the Magic Man explain that while I call my fiancé. Gimme a moment.

Jason walks out the doors into the hall without another word.

Nightwing: Wait - What?! "Fiancé"?!? HOOD, WAIT UP!!

Nightwing sprints after him with Red Robin in tow.

Batman silently watches as the revenant, and then the other two, walk/sprint out the door. The bat doesn't do anything except turn to stare at Constantine expectantly.

Constantine: [sigh] A'ight, bloody hell. A fraid is ghost' family. Ghosties ain't got blood relatives, so a fraid is what we refer to as "found family." What your little revenant is sayin', is that he's collected a few ghosts. And if they're gonna be able to defeat them bloody aliens, then he' ended up with some powerful mutherfucker, Batsy. All you gotta hope is that they ain't the violent type.

The JL & most of YJ: HUH???

Batman is distressed and dejected.

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DP x DC prompt #1 pt.1

Im imagining Proto Core!Jason and Ghost King/High King!Danny met and bonded, then Jason not telling his family that he has a relationship of some sort with the whole ass High King of the Infinite Realms, and Jason calls up his fraid to help the JL and YJ with an alien invasion.

Batman: We are at a stand still. We cannot drive these aliens away on our own.

Worried looks are shared all across the Watchower meeting table.

Jason: ... I know someone.

All heads turn towards Red Hood, suspicion, and curiosity is seen in most, if not all, facial expressions.

Batman: [Eyes squinted] What do you mean you "know someone," Hood..?

Jason: I mean: My fraid can take care of this shit. [Eye roll]

Constantine: Wait ' minute, "fraid"??

Jason: Yeah, fraid, "Sad man in a fuckin trench coat."

Constantine looked baffled at the name calling, blinked twice, and promptly reached into his coat to take a swig of his flask.

Constantine: Nope. I'm not dealin' with that sober.

Batman glares at the blonde, then sighs right after.

Red Robin: Hood, what do you mean by your "fraid"?

Jason: Eh, I'll have the Magic Man explain that while I call my fiancé. Gimme a moment.

Jason walks out the doors into the hall without another word.

Nightwing: Wait - What?! "Fiancé"?!? HOOD, WAIT UP!!

Nightwing sprints after him with Red Robin in tow.

Batman silently watches as the revenant, and then the other two, walk/sprint out the door. The bat doesn't do anything except turn to stare at Constantine expectantly.

Constantine: [sigh] A'ight, bloody hell. A fraid is ghost' family. Ghosties ain't got blood relatives, so a fraid is what we refer to as "found family." What your little revenant is sayin', is that he's collected a few ghosts. And if they're gonna be able to defeat them bloody aliens, then he' ended up with some powerful mutherfucker, Batsy. All you gotta hope is that they ain't the violent type.

The JL & most of YJ: HUH???

Batman is distressed and dejected.

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World Burn

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ibsz9YC by Slowly_Falling_Away Tim Drake has put up with the Bats' abuse for too long. He is tired of pain, tired of no one caring. It's time to break away, but he will not go quietly. He will make the Bats feel his pain as he sets the world on fire in his wake. Set to World Burn from Mean Girls the Musical. Words: 3170, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Barbara Gordon Additional Tags: Tim Drake Deserves Better (DCU), Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Bad Parent Bruce Wayne, Bad Sibling Damian Wayne, Bad Sibling Jason Todd, Bad Sibling Dick Grayson, Tim Drake is So Done (DCU) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Ibsz9YC

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DPxDC Urgent Call

"I need your phone."

Tim looks up from his laptop. The boy in front of him looks like he's been dragged to Hell a week ago and just made it back: smudges of soot on his face, his not-so-white t-shirt smelling of smoke, and a nasty looking burn on his hand that he somehow doesn't even pay attention to. Tim thinks back to his mental list of 'Rogues currently on the loose', but it's only Ivy and Harley (who don't even count anymore), and Penguin, who is not known for setting things on fire.

"I can call 911 for you, if you want?" He offers, because this is still Gotham. Despite the fact that a slightly scorched guy casually walking into a coffee shop is not something out of the ordinary here, he's not giving his phone to strangers.

The guy grimaces and starts aggressively rummaging through his pockets.

"No, thanks, ACAB and all that, and they won't do shit here anyway," he says, and then pulls a handful of tangled golden jewelry — rings, chains, necklaces with various gems in them — from his pocket and places it on the table in front of Tim. "I need your phone," he repeats.

Tim stares. First, at the gold — these things look antique, and his parents were archeologists, he knows what he's talking about — then, back at the guy. He looks... ordinary, sans the dirt and smell.

But the burn on his hand looks significantly more healed than it did just a minute ago.

Thankfully, Tim has already had his cup of morning coffee. Which means he is thinking very rationally when he does get his phone out of his pocket and hands it to the guy, just to see what he does next.

"Thanks," the guy grins at him, plucking the phone out of Tim's hand and unlocking it. Tim's eyebrows shoot up — there's a password there! — but the stranger is already dialing in a number and pressing the phone to his ear.

It takes less than a second before someone evidently picks up, and the guy starts talking.

"I have less than three minutes before the phone dies, so listen very carefully. Etrigan is fine, Jason is not, Klarion is still being a bitch. Dora won't help anymore, so you're on your own until Sam makes it there with the staff. I'm in Gotham because, apparently, mazes and I don't mix well together, so if you could summon me back, that'd be cool," he says, a look of mild annoyance on his face.

Tim is back to staring at him. He recognizes some of the names, and, well, one could have been an oddity, two a coincidence, but three is a pattern.

"The fuck you mean you can't, I gave you the incantation two months ago!" The guy raises his voice, his foot tapping on the floor in frustration. "Do you think I just go around giving my summons to people for shits and giggles? Like, yeah, have a spell that unleashes a cosmic being of immeasurable power, use it as a bookmark!"

This interaction, despite Tim only hearing one side of it, gets more and more alarming with every word.

But then, the boy suddenly straightens up and stills, his eyes flashing bright, unpleasantly familiar green.

"You what?" He asks, his voice slipping from just angry to quietly enraged hiss, "Sold it to whom?!" But, before he gets an answer, Tim's phone makes a thin, tiny buzzing sound, and the guy takes it off his ear, looking at the screen.

"No, no-no-no," he mutters, shaking it like that would make it work. To no avail, though: the phone screen flashes a few times and goes black. The guy curses. At least Tim thinks it's a curse because he doesn't understand a word, but the stranger's face and intonation are telling.

"Useless fucking moron of a human, I swear I'm going to drown you in cow shit once this is over," he switches to English, dropping the phone on the table right by the small pile of gold, "I'll bargain your pathetic soul from everyone you've ever dealt with and give it to the Observants, and maybe, after a few millenia of endless Council paperwork, I'll have mercy and sell it back to Lucifer and watch him fry you on a skillet."

...Whoever the boy is, Tim absolutely refuses to ever piss him off, okay. That's an impressive threat to even make, not to mention being able to go through with it.

"Do you need help?" He asks cautiously. If he is getting his context clues right, this is something that involves JLD, and maybe John Constantine specifically since Tim doesn't know any other man who is a magic user, sold his soul numerous times, would care about Etrigan's wellbeing, and could invoke this kind of murderous intent.

The boy looks back at him, his eyes back to normal blue.

"Huh? Oh, no, I doubt this can be helped," he waves Tim off and pinches the bridge of his nose, "Sorry about the phone, but, unless you have a way to yeet me across the globe so I end up in London in the next twenty minutes..." he shrugs, smiling in that helpless 'nothing you can do here' way.

Tim picks up his phone. It's dead, wholly and completely, won't even turn on when he tries.

He really, really shouldn't do that. This is definitely none of his business, and very much out of his capabilities and area of expertise.

But he thinks about the zeta-tube in the Cave.

"Actually," he says, and the guy's eyes snap back to him, a bewildered sort of surprise on his face.

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Vaguely inspired by that one post where Danny gets summoned by the JL and keeps throwing his shoes and stuff at them bc HE might not be able to leave the summoning circle but his clothes sure can!

I think the twist for that was that the circle doesnt effect him at all because hes a halfa and he was just goofing with the JL.

But imagine if the summoning and containment WORKED.

Like, he gets summoned and its startling, but once he realizes hes been summoned hes mostly annoyed.

Its a school night! He has work to do! Sure he wasnt DOING it, but it was still a possibility!

And hes trying to banter with the JL. Which for him just means being vaguely-obnoxious-but-somewhat-charming.

But then he tries to leave.

Maybe hes worried about his friends reaction to seeing him disappear.

Maybe the JL are saying some anti ghost/demon/whatever they think he is nonsense.

Maybe he changed his mind about doing that homework.

But either way, it doesnt work.

He drags his hand along the edge of the spell. It doesnt give, and he realizes hes not sure what this spell is supposed to do.

Its all along the floor beneth him, he cant fly through the floor.

He tries to get away from the walls and floor, worried whatever spell makes up the container can be triggered to hurt him or brainwash him or SOMETHING.

Its not his best guest, but he has never been summoned before, at least not with this type of barrier, and he doesnt know what to expect.

He barely gets a few feet off the ground when he hits the spells invisible roof.

And he is trapped.

And now this fourteen year old child is caged in a room with clearly dangerous adult strangers.

After hes been more or less kidnapped.

He’s suddenly regretting insulting them.

And its not his first time beimg kidnapped. Or his first time being in danger in general (obviously).

but its usually some ghost! Or Vlad “Loser, I hardly know her!” Masters!

Both of whom explain literally everything they plan in long ass evil monologues! It usually takes danny five minutes tops to learn their entire life story Dr Doofenshmirtz style!

He knows most of them personally! They hang out sometimes! Heck! even the local ghost hunters are either literally related to him or someone he’s dated!

He knows their powersets, their strengths, their weaknesses.

Most importantly, he knows their goals

But now hes trapped. In a room of clearly superpowerd strangers. With magical abilities strong enough to trap him for real.

And has no idea what they want

And Danny just freezes up

This could be super angsty if the JL were told that he was evil and think his panic + young features are only done to manipulate them.

You can also add angst with a language barrier/translation issue

I imagine the JL would be trying to get information about ghosts/ are trying to get someone to fight a villain they can’t defeat

Its going to scare the shit out of Danny either way- like imagine fourteen year old you gets kidnapped by strangers and they start asking you about your weaknesses or say they will only let you out if you agree to fight this monster.

And if Danny doesnt know this villain or how tf hes going to fight them he might feel like hes being sent off to get his ass kicked.

I can just imagine Danny being told he has to fight this supervillain and being like “…if i like..die…trying to fight this guy…what are you going to do with my body? Like will you send me home? Cause my family will freak if my corpse is teleported into the living room”

JL would not be happy about any of his responses.

Im begging someone to write this please have a nice day

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No problem! The original post is utterly amazing 🥰

Fanart of this post

I love it so much. I can't really do grunge clothing so you get him in his Phantom Hazard Suit! ♡ @corkinavoid

Danny getting rid of the alien fleet with Ember 😘 (I have now found my new favorite song, btw.)

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"So, heard you're gonna go and live with the big bad bat." Damian's neutral scowl deepened at the sound of his voice. Instinctively, his hand flew to rest on the pommel of his sword. "Woah, woah. No need for violence, big bro."

'There was always a need for violence.' Damian thought.

"Aww, is big bro not happy to see me?" He flew around to Damian's front, hands resting under his chin as he smiled at him like all was right in the world. "Honestly, I'm a little hurt."

"What do you want, Daniel." Damian spat out, itching to unsheathe his blade yet restraining himself from doing so. "I don't believe you're here to just send me off."

"What? I can't just check in on my brother on the biggest moment of his life?" Danny asked, sounding so innocent that he was almost believable.

Almost.

Damian's eyes narrowed.

"Eh, ya got me." Danny leaned back in the air and shrugged. "I really don't care that much about you to do that."

"Then why are you here?"

"Well," Danny casually waved a hand. "Just wondering if the big scary shadow man would actually like you."

"What." Damian demanded.

"You know." Danny smirked and tilted his head slightly to the side. "You're a murderer, assassin, pretty evil in the eyes of the law and practically everything the Batman stands against. Plus, not to mention his other children-"

Danny paused when the tip of a sword poked against his throat.

"I am his only true child." Damian spat out.

Danny stared down at him, for a moment, no visible emotion through his eyes and face. One would almost call it unnerving. Yet the moment passed quickly, and the corner of Danny's lips quirked upwards.

"Yea, you made sure of that." Danny began, chuckling as he leaned forwards, metal cutting into skin as toxic green spilled from the wound. "But honestly, we both know you can't kill me anymore."

Damian snorted.

"And we both know you can still feel pain."

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Fanart of this post

I love it so much. I can't really do grunge clothing so you get him in his Phantom Hazard Suit! ♡ @corkinavoid

Danny getting rid of the alien fleet with Ember 😘 (I have now found my new favorite song, btw.)

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"So, heard you're gonna go and live with the big bad bat." Damian's neutral scowl deepened at the sound of his voice. Instinctively, his hand flew to rest on the pommel of his sword. "Woah, woah. No need for violence, big bro."

'There was always a need for violence.' Damian thought.

"Aww, is big bro not happy to see me?" He flew around to Damian's front, hands resting under his chin as he smiled at him like all was right in the world. "Honestly, I'm a little hurt."

"What do you want, Daniel." Damian spat out, itching to unsheathe his blade yet restraining himself from doing so. "I don't believe you're here to just send me off."

"What? I can't just check in on my brother on the biggest moment of his life?" Danny asked, sounding so innocent that he was almost believable.

Almost.

Damian's eyes narrowed.

"Eh, ya got me." Danny leaned back in the air and shrugged. "I really don't care that much about you to do that."

"Then why are you here?"

"Well," Danny casually waved a hand. "Just wondering if the big scary shadow man would actually like you."

"What." Damian demanded.

"You know." Danny smirked and tilted his head slightly to the side. "You're a murderer, assassin, pretty evil in the eyes of the law and practically everything the Batman stands against. Plus, not to mention his other children-"

Danny paused when the tip of a sword poked against his throat.

"I am his only true child." Damian spat out.

Danny stared down at him, for a moment, no visible emotion through his eyes and face. One would almost call it unnerving. Yet the moment passed quickly, and the corner of Danny's lips quirked upwards.

"Yea, you made sure of that." Danny began, chuckling as he leaned forwards, metal cutting into skin as toxic green spilled from the wound. "But honestly, we both know you can't kill me anymore."

Damian snorted.

"And we both know you can still feel pain."

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"So, heard you're gonna go and live with the big bad bat." Damian's neutral scowl deepened at the sound of his voice. Instinctively, his hand flew to rest on the pommel of his sword. "Woah, woah. No need for violence, big bro."

'There was always a need for violence.' Damian thought.

"Aww, is big bro not happy to see me?" He flew around to Damian's front, hands resting under his chin as he smiled at him like all was right in the world. "Honestly, I'm a little hurt."

"What do you want, Daniel." Damian spat out, itching to unsheathe his blade yet restraining himself from doing so. "I don't believe you're here to just send me off."

"What? I can't just check in on my brother on the biggest moment of his life?" Danny asked, sounding so innocent that he was almost believable.

Almost.

Damian's eyes narrowed.

"Eh, ya got me." Danny leaned back in the air and shrugged. "I really don't care that much about you to do that."

"Then why are you here?"

"Well," Danny casually waved a hand. "Just wondering if the big scary shadow man would actually like you."

"What." Damian demanded.

"You know." Danny smirked and tilted his head slightly to the side. "You're a murderer, assassin, pretty evil in the eyes of the law and practically everything the Batman stands against. Plus, not to mention his other children-"

Danny paused when the tip of a sword poked against his throat.

"I am his only true child." Damian spat out.

Danny stared down at him, for a moment, no visible emotion through his eyes and face. One would almost call it unnerving. Yet the moment passed quickly, and the corner of Danny's lips quirked upwards.

"Yea, you made sure of that." Danny began, chuckling as he leaned forwards, metal cutting into skin as toxic green spilled from the wound. "But honestly, we both know you can't kill me anymore."

Damian snorted.

"And we both know you can still feel pain."

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Podfic of Neon Green and Cold Blue

After 2 months of sitting on this finally getting around to posting the first chapter of Neon Green and Cold Blue!

Huge shoutout to @corkinavoid, Thank you so much for letting me make a podfic of this, I've been reading your stuff for a while, and its all seriously so good.