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Tim: “So technically he’s dead, right?” Damian: “So we can legally keep him. He has no documentation.” Danny: “I can still hear you. And no.” Duke: “Too late. We already made you a chore wheel and everything.” Danny (holding a Robin hoodie): “Why is mine neon green?”
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Kronos when he saw Nico: "Its Wednesday Addams with a sword. RUN!!!!"
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66738793?view_full_work=true
ENJOYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!
Uhhh first post let's go? I've had Danny Phantom x DC crossover brainrot in my head for the past three months :P Never touched either fandom before now though so that's cool
Dpxdc prompt
Every time Danny goes ghost, he's kinda technically dying on command. And when someone dies, they get their own lair as an afterlife. So what if every time he "dies" he just get another lair? Like in the Ghost Zone there's just a bunch of space themed doors sorta close together but not really next to each other? So there's like hundreds if not thousands of doors from the amount of times Danny transforms. And he kinda doesn't know about it? He's still techincally sorta alive so the thought that he has a lair just doesn't come up in his mind.
The day when he defeats Pariah Dark and becomes the Ghost King of the Infinite Realms by Right of Combat, his core becomes attuned to the Infinite Realms that's also sorta sentient. So the Realms are just like "hey there's a bunch of lairs in my Chosen Ones name so I'm gonna give him a welcome present by merging them all together :)"
And then the result is a huge implosion of mass from the tens of thousands of doors and energy from the surrounding ectoplasm. Like a reverse Big Bang. Which absolutely fits with one of Danny's two obsessions: Space. And EVERYONE can feel the aftershocks. Or a certain Death magic feeling. Like a man named John Constantine.
So naturally everyone is just like "wtf!?" Like John calling an emergency JLD meeting even though he barely ever does, and the Ancients are just absolutely flabbergasted that this infant of a new Ancient suddenly has a whole ass haunt in the Infinite Realms that's as big or even bigger than theirs.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg, idek what his haunt in the Infinite Realms would manifest as.
P.S. if anyone had this idea before me and also posted it somewhere, I'm sorry I've never had an original thought in my life
#dpxdc#dcxdp#dc x dp#danny phantom#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc#dc x dp prompt#danny fenton#zhelin-thames#on ao3#DCU Magic Community is Panicking#Magical Meltdown#Divine Haunt Formation#Phantom Becomes a Baby God#The Ancients Are Panicking™#The Justice League Has No Idea What’s Going On#Constantine Is Very Tired#author needs coffee#author has finals#final exams#sent help
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The Fudge Courier
The Wayne Mansion was never exactly quiet, but the sudden crack of breached security systems and the high-pitched alarm was enough to cause a minor panic in the Batfamily group chat.
Everyone mobilized. Jason was halfway to the armory. Damian had his sword in hand. Steph already had a batarang between her fingers. Bruce was the first to reach the front foyer, cape trailing behind him dramatically, expecting an assassin, a rogue AI, or maybe Ra’s himself.
Instead, it was a teenager in a baggy hoodie and Converse, standing in the middle of the marble floor with a tray of fudge like he owned the place.
"WHERE IS THE OLD MAN?!" the intruder demanded.
Bruce raised a brow. "Now, I don’t think I’m—"
"NOT YOU! THE OLD MAN!" the teen snapped, eyes wild with exhaustion. “You don’t count. You’re like… diet old. Where’s the real deal?”
Before anyone could tase, tackle, or interrogate him, Alfred emerged from the dining room, adjusting his gloves with dignified calm. “Master Bruce, is there a—?”
He didn’t finish.
The fudge was shoved into his hands with the kind of reverence usually reserved for live bombs.
“Happy Father’s Day from Thomas and his wife.” The hoodie kid (ghost? gremlin?) looked like he hadn’t slept in days. “They haven’t stopped haunting me about it for weeks. I’m so tired. Please. Please tell me I can finally tell them that baby Brucie is fine and stop being their afterlife errand boy.”
There was a beat of stunned silence.
Then Alfred—gentle, serene, forever composed Alfred—smiled. He even laughed, lightly, like this wasn’t a complete break in reality. “Yes, indeed. They are doing well. I am so terribly sorry to have put you in this position. Perhaps we can make it up to you by having you stay for dinner?”
Danny, hoodie gremlin in question, beamed like he’d just won the lottery. “Free food? Absolutely.” Then he glanced at the fudge. “Oh, right—It’s not poisoned or ecto-contaminated, FYI. Totally safe for normal humans and whatever brand of chaos you people are.”
He waved like this was a PTA meeting and followed Alfred into the kitchen like he hadn’t just broken into one of the most secure homes on the planet.
The Batkids stood frozen.
“Umm… Alfred, do you know this kid?” Dick asked carefully.
Danny turned to face them with a tired sigh. “Are you baby Brucie? Because I swear to the Ancients, if you are, I need to punch you. Like, lovingly. Ghost realm tradition. Don’t worry, it only hurts a little.”
A long silence.
Then Dick lost it, wheezing. “Nope! Nope, that’s not me—he’s behind you and probably wants to punch you now.”
Danny blinked, glanced back at Bruce, then offered a grin. “...Fair.”
Bruce stared at the tray of fudge in Alfred’s hands, then at the strange boy now comfortably parked on a kitchen stool. Then, very calmly, he pressed the panic button for the entire family. They were going to need back-up. And a full psych eval.
Meanwhile, Tim was already texting.
get here now bring Kon AND jon dinner’s cursed there’s fudge and ghosts and bruce has parents again???
The Phantom Courier had arrived. And dinner was going to be spicy.
Dinner at Wayne Manor was already chaos on a good day. Add in Danny Phantom, ghost errand boy of the dearly departed Wayne parents, and things got wild fast.
By the time the rest of the Batfamily arrived, Alfred had set the table like nothing strange was happening—because to him, nothing was. A guest was a guest, even if that guest had floated through a wall earlier and casually mentioned alternate dimensions.
Danny sat between Steph and Duke, legs criss-crossed in his chair, still wearing his hoodie like it was armor. “So anyway, it turns out if you make direct eye contact with the portrait of Martha Wayne at exactly 2:37 AM, she shows up and starts judging you for the dishes in the sink.”
Steph choked on her drink.
“You’re lying,” Jason said flatly.
“Swear on my core,” Danny grinned. “She folded my laundry. Folded it. But she also gave me this look like I was a raccoon rooting through the family fridge.”
“...She always did run a tight household,” Alfred muttered under his breath, pleased.
Tim, phone still in hand under the table, was quietly live-texting everything to Kon. Bruce hadn’t said much since Danny’s arrival, though he'd definitely tried to interrogate him mid-salad. Danny answered every question with equal parts snark and sincerity, and Bruce hadn’t known how to handle that since Nightwing’s teen years.
But the real kicker came after dinner.
Alfred brought out a lovely tray of tea and that infamous fudge. Everyone reached for a piece. Except Bruce.
Danny froze. Eyes wide.
“You’re not eating the fudge?”
“I don’t eat dessert,” Bruce said firmly, because of course he didn’t.
Danny paled—well, more pale. “Oh Ancients. You were supposed to eat it. That was like... half the haunting quota! I told them I shouldn’t be the one to deliver it, but nooo, I’m the ‘living representative’—"
Suddenly, the lights flickered.
A breeze swept through the dining room despite all the windows being shut.
Then—
A glow shimmered above the table, and two figures faded into view. Elegant. Ethereal. Slightly translucent.
“Bruce Thomas Wayne,” said Martha Wayne, voice calm but cutting, “You did not just ignore the dessert your father and I specifically requested be delivered for this occasion.”
Thomas Wayne crossed his arms. “We died. The least you could do is eat a single piece of fudge.”
Bruce stared at them, stunned. “...You sent the fudge?”
Danny waved his fork. “I told you. They’re relentless. I’ve never been hunted harder in my life—and I died.”
Jason was half under the table laughing. Damian stared at the ghosts with a mix of disbelief and awe. Dick was frantically signing do not punch them, do not punch them at Damian.
Martha floated closer, arms crossed like the world’s most disappointed PTA mom. “Your father and I have waited a very long time to share something—anything—with you again. And this young man was kind enough to help us.”
Thomas chimed in. “And he’s got moxie. You could use more of that in your life.”
Bruce cleared his throat, awkwardly picking up a piece of fudge. “...Fine. One piece.”
The lights settled.
The ghosts relaxed.
Danny slumped forward. “Thank the Ancients. I can finally go home and not have Martha materialize in my mirror telling me I ‘forgot the nuts.’”
Martha beamed. “Thank you, dear. You’re a delight.”
Then they both faded out. Just like that.
Silence.
“...So,” Dick finally said, “Do we do Father’s Day like this every year now or...?”
Tim texted Kon again.
fudge was ghost-coded bruce got mom’d from beyond the veil help bring backup
Tim’s texts didn’t go unanswered for long.
Kon: we’re coming Kon: jon says we should bring a gift Kon: is batman allergic to anything? Jon: (from Kon’s phone) my mom says you can’t show up empty-handed to a ghost-fudge dinner. I’m bringing lasagna.
Twenty minutes later, just as Alfred was prepping dessert plates and Danny was halfway through explaining what ghost zones were (with salt shakers), there was a knock at the front door.
A polite knock. One that radiated Midwestern kindness and super strength.
Bruce answered the door with the grim expectation of chaos.
Instead, he got Superman, Superboy, and Jon Kent holding a steaming glass dish wrapped in oven mitts.
“Hi, Bruce,” Clark said, smiling like this was a backyard barbecue. “Happy Father’s Day.”
“We brought food!” Jon added helpfully. “And napkins!”
Danny peeked out from behind Bruce. “...You brought napkins to a haunted fudge dinner?”
“Ghosts like etiquette,” Jon said with perfect sincerity.
Danny stared. “...I’m adopting you.”
Bruce groaned. “Why are you here?”
Clark gave the world’s most innocent shrug. “Tim said dinner was going great. And involved your parents. The ghost versions.” He looked very smug. “I couldn’t miss that.”
Tim popped out from behind a hallway arch, phone in hand. “For the record, you’re welcome.”
Danny barging into the wayne mansion wearing a hoddie and holding a tray of fudge.
"WHERE IS THE OLD MAN?!"
All the bats and birds panicing bc a random broke theu their security measures. Bruce being first to look at him"hey now, i dont think i'm~"
he gets cut off by Danny. "NOT YOU! THE OLD MAN!"
Alfred steps out of the dining room fixing his gloves and suit. Before he can speak danny shoves the plate of fudge in his hands"Happy fathers day from thomas and his wife. They have not stopped hounding me for weeks. And im tired. Please tell me i can say their baby brucie is fine." He says half pleading.
Alfred breaks a small smile before laughing lightly"yes indeed. They are doing well. I am so terribly sorry to have put you in this position. Perhaps we can make it up to you by having you stay for dinner?"
Bruce and the kids are glading ready for a fight unsure of how to interact in this moment."Umm Alfred, do you know this kid?" Dick asks breaking the silence.
Danny turns to him"are you baby brucie? Bc i swear to ancients i need to punch you and i hope you are an adult." Silence as crickets sounds before dick breaks down laughing."no he is behind you ready to punch you himself. Can umm you explain?"
Danny pauses thinking a moment before amiling"you offered me free food. I will gladly accept! Oh! That reminds me! The fudge isnt poisoned or ecto contaminated. So it is safe for normal humans to consume as well as whatever the hell you all are." He waves and follows Alfred theu to the kitchen.
Bruce panic buttons the rest to come home for dinner. This is gonna be a long night.
Meanwhile tim is texting Kon to being supes and jon with him to dinner tonight. Things are about to be spicy!
#danny phantom#dcxdp#dc x dp crossover#danny phantom crossover#dc prompt#dc x dp#alfred knows everything#danny just wants a nap#ghostly family drama#dead waynes causing problems again#this is canon now don't question it#danny is everyone's emotional support ghost#fudge diplomacy#zhelin-thames
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Part 1
[3 days earlier – Danny’s apartment]
[Doorbell rings. Danny opens door.]
Talia al Ghul (with zero context): “We’re having a family dinner.”
Danny: “...Okay? That’s not ominous at all.”
Talia (stepping in uninvited): “Also. Who is this lovely creature?” points at Jazz, who’s halfway through microwaving leftover mac and cheese
Jazz (blinking): “Um. I’m Jazz. Danny’s sister.”
Talia: “I’ve always wanted a daughter.” turns to Danny “Keep her.”
Now – Location: Demon’s Manor, somewhere Extremely Gothic and candlelit Attendees: Ra’s al Ghul, Talia, Damian, Jazz, Danny and Tim (the only 2 who r dressed like it’s a casual date night)
Ra’s (grinning like he just got his Christmas wish): “So. Timothy. You are courting my grandson.”
Tim (trying not to choke on wine): “...........Yes.”
Ra’s: “Excellent. I always said you had the makings of a perfect heir.”
Danny: “You tried to kidnap him when he was fifteen.”
Ra’s: “And yet he turned out so well. Clearly, I was right.”
Damian: “This is why I have trust issues.”
Talia (to Jazz): “I’ve already cleared a training room. I can begin your blade lessons next week.”
Jazz: “I’m a psychology major.”
Talia: “Perfect. You’ll know exactly how to break people. We’ll make a proper assassin of you yet.”
[Halfway through dinner – sudden crash. Door swings open dramatically.]
Jason Todd (in a leather jacket, holding a wine bottle): “Sorry I’m late, I brought booze and trauma.”
Danny: “Jason??”
Tim (startled): “What are you doing here??”
Jason (shrugging): “Mom invited me.”
Danny & Tim (in sync): “MOM??”
Talia (sipping tea): “He had potential. And rage. And bloodlust. I thought he’d fit in.”
Ra’s: “And he survived death. That makes him very interesting.”
Damian (counting on his fingers): “So to summarize: My biological brother is dating Tim, my adopted brother. My mother wants to adopt my biological brother's adopted sister. Jason crashed dinner because apparently he’s our brother now, too. And Grandfather is trying to draft Tim into his next apocalypse again.”
Jason: “That sounds about right”
Tim (quietly): “I think I need to lie down.”
Danny (still eating like this is normal): “This is honestly the least weird dinner I’ve had this month.”
Jazz (raising her glass): “To found family. Blood bonds. And extremely awkward dating choices.”
Jason: “Cheers to that.”
Ra’s: “Next time, we host at the Lazarus spa. We’ll invite Constantine too.”
Tim (horrified): “PLEASE don’t.”
#dpxdc#dc x dp crossover#batfam#dead tired ship#dead tired#ra's said “finally a power couple i can respect#tim drake has dinner with the demon’s family and lives#talia al ghul adopts people like stray cats#jazz fenton is now an honorary al ghul and honestly thriving#damian is having a slow motion mental breakdown in real time#tim drake: dating one al ghul and accidentally joining all of them#ra's is shipping it harder than anyone#alfred is relieved he didn’t cater this one#ra’s x tim mentorship tension reawakened#talia al ghul said “i always wanted a daughter” and meant it#this AU feeds my inner chaos goblin
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Part 2 Wayne Family Group Chat
Tim: okay everyone just… act normal tonight please PLEASE
Dick: Define “normal”
Jason: What did you do
Cass: 👀 Tim: nothing!! nothing illegal!!! just. just dinner. simple. civilized. family dinner. 🧍♂️
Damian: If you’re acting suspicious, I’m bringing a weapon.
Bruce: No weapons at the dinner table.
Damian: Too late.
Alfred: The food will be served at 7:30 sharp. Please refrain from traumatizing each other until dessert.
[7:32 PM – Wayne Manor Dining Room]
Everyone is seated. Food is passed. Tension is suspiciously low. Then…
Dick (whispering to Jason): yo who’s the guy next to Tim? 👀
Jason: Idk but Tim’s looking at him like he hangs the stars
Cass: 👁️👄👁️ they’re holding hands under the table
Bruce (barely hiding surprise): Tim. Who is your… guest?
Tim (sweating bullets): This is Danny! My boyfriend! Of 2 years, 3 months, 3 weeks, and 5 days! …Surprise 😅
Danny: Hey. :) Nice mashed potatoes, by the way.
Cue stunned silence. Until—
Damian (squinting intensely at Danny): “…Out of 8 billion people… you chose HIM? You couldn’t find anyone better—BROTHER?”
Tim (scandalized): “HEY!! Leave him alone! I love him!”
Damian (deadpan): “I was talking to MY brother, Timothy.”
[Entire table goes silent. Fork clatters. Jason chokes. Dick drops his wine. Cass looks delighted.]
Bruce (visibly malfunctioning): You have a brother?
Tim: I’m sorry, WHAT??
Danny (shrugging, sipping water): Yeah. Hi. I’m Danyal al Ghul. Heir to the Demon. Escaped at ten. Been vibing ever since.
Damian: This is an insult. You didn’t even ask for permission to court my brother Drake (oops we r back to last names). My actual brother. Biological. Blood-related.
Jason: Tim’s dating a former assassin prince. Who is B's son, blood son. That’s SO on brand for you.
Dick: This is better than Netflix
Cass: 💚 new brother 💚
Bruce (massaging temples): I need a drink.
Alfred (bringing wine): Already poured, sir. read tags!!
#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc x dp crossover#batfam#dc x dp#danny fenton#danny is a little shit#tim is in love#tim drake wayne#danyal al ghul#danny and damion are siblings#bruce is dannys bio father#zhelin-thames#Wayne Family shenanigans#dinner drama#tim drake has a type and it's unhinged#dami's brother is hotter than yours#wayne family dinners should be illegal#danyal al ghul said guess who's back#damian was not prepared for this#just casually sipping betrayal like water#ra's al ghul would be so proud#bruce wayne needs a nap and therapy#siblings reunite but it's awkward#love that for danny#tim: i love him#damian: I WAS TALKING TO MY BROTHER TIMOTHY#Tim's Type is Apparently 'Trauma with a Knife#Family Ties and Dating Lies#dead tired
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Danny wakes up in the Watchtower’s medbay post-magic disaster, and learns he’s been assigned a field liaison by the Justice League. Translation: they think he’s a danger to the multiverse (not really, thats what u think my boy) and he now has a glorified babysitter.
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Chapter 1 to 4 have been uploded to ao3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/65584678 Enjoy!!!
Summoned by Mistake.....Again
Summoned by Mistake… Again. — The Official Vibes Playlist Congrats, you summoned a moody teenager instead of a god. This playlist is for all the “Do I have to save the world right now?” vibes, featuring enough angst and eye-rolls to power a ghost portal. Perfect for anyone who’s ever been dragged into cosmic drama with zero warning and complete with all the angst, awkwardness, and ectoplasmic drama you never asked for. Press play and pretend you’re not doomed, or don’t—Danny’s already judging you.
#ghost king danny#batfam#dps fandom#dc x dp#dc x dp crossover#dpxdc#danny phantom#danny fenton#zhelin-thames#also on ao3#Summoned by Mistake.....Again#danny is a little shit#now on ao3#Danny: stop summoning me!#author needs coffee#and sleep#constantine is a father#john constantine is danny's bio dad#idk how that happend yet#gotta figure that out#well thats future me's problem now
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Summoned by Mistake.....Again
Summoned by Mistake… Again. — The Official Vibes Playlist Congrats, you summoned a moody teenager instead of a god. This playlist is for all the “Do I have to save the world right now?” vibes, featuring enough angst and eye-rolls to power a ghost portal. Perfect for anyone who’s ever been dragged into cosmic drama with zero warning and complete with all the angst, awkwardness, and ectoplasmic drama you never asked for. Press play and pretend you’re not doomed, or don’t—Danny’s already judging you.
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Tags anyone can join @egyptianghosts @apatheticsunday @demonic0angel @corkinavoid @jomezyaps
new picrew (hint: tag your mutuals in this time of pain and suffering)
AP exams are really getting to me-
tags, anyone can join: @demonic0angel @thatoneluckybee @the-devil-in-the-details-666 @zyrafowe-sny @gilbirda @echoesofolympus @illmeetyouforcoffee @beggars-opera
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🌀 1. Summoned by Mistake… Again.
The Justice League tried to summon a god. They got a 17-year-old with ghost powers and zero interest in saving the world during school hours. ✨ Bonus: Constantine realizes he might’ve accidentally ghost-dad’d this one.
👑 2. The Ghost King’s Babysitter
Pariah Dark adopts baby Danny instead of destroying the world. Now Fright Knight is on full-time ghostling duty, and the living world must be protected… for nap time. ✨ Bonus: The League tries to “rescue” him. Pariah prepares to suplex Batman.
🧬 3. Bats, Cats, and Halfas
Danny discovers he’s adopted—and his bio-parents are Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. Now he’s dealing with ghost powers and Wayne family drama. ✨ Bonus: Batfam sibling chaos. Selina is the Cool Aunt Mom™. Bruce is so, so confused.
👻 4. Little Ghost, Big Mistake
Danny is not the Ghost King. He’s a stressed-out teen with minimal ghost powers. So why do cults keep summoning him instead of the actual king? ✨ Bonus: Pariah Dark is insulted. Danny just wants to pass chemistry.
🌌 5. The First and the Last
Danny’s universe was the first. Now, he casually makes galaxies for fun. Too bad the Justice League thinks he’s God. ✨ Bonus: He shows up in space crocs and a hoodie. “Please stop summoning me.”
#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc comics#fanfic poll#you decide#ghost boy chaos#dc x dp crossover#dps fandom#batfam#ghost king danny#danny is a little shit#dc x dp#danny fenton#poll time#my polls#tumblr polls#zhelin-thames
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Constantine, Chaos, and the Support Group from Hell
pev Masterpost
Location: Zatanna’s Living Room, Because the Watchtower is Now “Danny-Proofed” Zatanna: So glad everyone could make it! John Constantine: I was tricked. You told me this was an emergency exorcism. Zatanna: It is. For your sanity.
Danny and Tim (enter simultaneously) Tim: Yo. Danny: Hey, Dad. Constantine: CHOKES ON CIGARETTE Tim: He’s not your dad. Danny: Yet. Constantine: WHEEZING Danny: (to Zatanna) Did you know he dated my adopted grandpa Clockwork in the '80s? Zatanna: …Wait what. Danny: Yeah. I’m your metaphorical step-grandson. Constantine: genuinely begins performing an exorcism with holy water and sarcasm
Bernard and Tucker enter with Starbucks and dead eyes Tucker: We brought lattes and emotional damage. Bernard: Is he banishing Danny again? Tucker: He tried last week. Danny absorbed the circle and said “yum.” Danny (cheerfully): It tasted like salt and bad decisions. Constantine: I AM TOO OLD FOR THIS.
Support Circle™ Time Zatanna: Okay, let’s start the meeting. Everyone, name one thing stressing you out.
Tucker: Hi, I’m Tucker. I’m here because I love my boyfriend, but I can’t keep track of who’s who. Bernard: I’m Bernard. I’m here for moral support. Also, because Danny once pulled me through a wall thinking I was Tim. Danny: I stand by that. Bernard: My boyfriend can’t go two days without getting mistaken for his chaos twin. Tucker: Mine phased through the kitchen floor to avoid paying for lunch. Tim: Hi, I’m Tim. I cause 50% of the chaos. Danny: And I cause the better 50%. Constantine: Hi. I’m John. I’m leaving. Danny: You can’t. You live inside me now. John: I’m calling an exorcist. Zatanna: You are the exorcist. John: Then we’re all doomed.
Constantine: eye twitching He has all my soul. Everyone Else: …WHAT?! Danny: Just a little piece! Like, 78% tops. Tim: We were playing poker and he bet John’s soul as a bluff. Danny: I wasn’t bluffing. I won. Constantine: YOU CANNOT OWN A MAN’S SOUL VIA UNO. Danny: You can if it was a Draw Four. Zatanna: …Technically he’s right. Constantine: I. HATE. TIME. GHOSTS.
Later: Constantine tries to escape Constantine: If I leave now, I can still fake my death and move to another plane— Danny (floating outside window): You forgot your coat, Granddad’s Boyfriend~ Constantine: screams into the void Danny: Also, I RSVP’d you to brunch with Clockwork. It’s eternal. Constantine: I’m exorcising myself. Bernard: You’ll still owe Danny rent for the soul-space. Tucker: I’m charging him ghost tax.
Group Activity: Sharing Feelings Danny: I feel like having a soul dad has made me a better person. Constantine: You’ve used me to summon ghosts during gym class. Danny: That was ONE TIME. Tim: It was four times. Tucker: Once for dodgeball. That one was kinda awesome. Bernard: I still see Slimer when I blink. Constantine: I’ve fought demons with more emotional regulation. Danny: You’re just mad I beat your high score in haunting.
Group Chat – “The Hell Support Club” Danny: Guys. I convinced Constantine to attend therapy. Tim: Did you possess him again? Danny: No. I just reminded him Clockwork still has his mixtapes from 1983. Bernard: Emotional blackmail is self-care. Tucker: Group hug? Danny & Tim: phase through each other trying to do one Constantine (texting): I hate you all. Group Therapy Turns to Chaos (Inevitable) Danny: Hey Dad, wanna see me go full ghost mode? Constantine: If you even flicker, I swear by the River Styx— Danny: goes full glowing-eyed, floating, cape-of-shadows Ghost King mode Room temperature drops by 30 degrees Bernard: sipping cocoa, unfazed Yeah this happens. Tim: You get used to it. Tucker: I am so turned on right now. Constantine: I need bleach. For my soul. Danny: grinning with eldritch teeth Joke’s on you. I already have it.
Ten Minutes Later Constantine: So this is hell. This is my hell. Zatanna: Welcome to the Support Group from Hell™ Tucker: Next meeting’s on Wednesday. We’re doing soul-care crafts. Bernard: We make little felt ghosts. Danny eats the glitter. Danny: I regret nothing. Tim: They’re edible glitter. It’s fine. Constantine: I will never emotionally recover from this. Danny: But you will spiritually recover. Inside me. Forever. Constantine: screaming into his trench coat
Group Chat: ChaosSupportNetwork Tucker: That went well. Bernard: Better than last time. Tim: At least the carpet didn’t catch fire this time. Danny: New personal best. Constantine: I AM TRAPPED IN A TWINK WITH A GHOST COMPLEX. Danny: 💖 Love you too, Dad! 💖 Zatanna: See you all next week. Don’t forget to bring snacks. Constantine: sobbing emoji
#dcxdpdabbles#dcxdp crossover#Tim and Danny are identical twins separated at birth#their boyfriends become bffs#reunited by scared confused boyfriends#Savant Par ship#timber#danny fenton#dpxdc#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp#batfam#danny is a little shit#tim is a little shit#zhelin-thames
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Justice League Gaslight, Gatekeep, Ghostboy
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Justice League Watchtower – 3:37 PM Bruce (serious): Thank you all for coming. We have two new guests joining us today. Clark: Oh, I’ve been wanting to meet them! Danny (wearing Tim’s gear): Hi, I’m Tim Drake-Wayne, definitely normal human, nothing spooky about me. Tim (in Danny’s hoodie): Sup. Danny Fenton. Full-time ghost disaster, part-time menace. Clark: …Are they supposed to be introducing each other? Barry: Wait, are you sure they’re not the same guy in different shirts?
Meanwhile, in the monitor room Hal Jordan: Okay but like… which one’s actually the ghost? J’onn: The one currently licking a power conduit. Hal: …That doesn’t help, I saw both of them do that.
Conference Room, 3:49 PM Wonder Woman: Danny, can you demonstrate your powers for us? Tim (as Danny): Sure thing, Miss W! [Tim fires off a Taser Disc and throws smoke pellets dramatically.] Tim: coughing in own smoke Worth it. Danny (as Tim): As you can see, very ghostly. waves hands mysteriously Arthur: I hate this. I hate everything that’s happening right now.
Backstage: Support Boyfriends™ Chat Tucker: THEY’RE DOING THE THING! Bernard: I’m so proud. So terrified. But proud. Tucker: I told you this would happen once they met Batman’s rogues gallery. It was inevitable. Bernard: They're both gremlins and now they’ve unionized.
Justice League, now very done – 4:11 PM Bruce: pinching bridge of nose I knew they switched. Clark: How? Bruce: Danny just tried to adopt a stray space raccoon and threatened Lobo with a marshmallow skewer. Clark: …So that was the normal one? Bruce: No. That was definitely Fenton. J’onn: I genuinely can’t tell the difference. Damian (via earpiece): Fools. click
Later, in the hallway Danny: So how long do you think we confused them? Tim: Oh, about 73 minutes. New personal best. Danny: Do we tell them the truth now? Tim: Nah. Danny: Chaos twin supremacy. Tim: Long may it reign.
Group Chat: ChaosSupportNetwork Tucker: So… JL wants to debrief you both. Separately. Bernard: Should we bring sedatives? Tim: Nah. Danny: I’ll bring the Creepstick. Bernard: Never mind, you’re good.
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Wayne Family Game Night Chaos Edition
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Wayne Manor – Game Night, 7:03 PM Dick: Okay! It’s family bonding time! I brought board games, snacks, and emotional trauma suppression! Jason: cracking soda Great, now I can pretend I like you all. Danny: This feels like a cult meeting. Tim: It kind of is. Just wait till Bruce brings out Monopoly. Danny: visibly recoils You people play Monopoly willingly? Bruce: It teaches strategy and the illusion of control. Danny: I’m calling CPS.
Game: UNO – 7:14 PM Cass: silent, stacking +4s like a Bond villain Steph: She’s gonna murder someone. Danny: She’s got that “final boss” energy. Tim: That’s why she’s my favorite sibling. Jason: Rude. Danny: You say that like I’m not literally your sibling. Jason: …crap.
Game: Charades – 8:05 PM Tim (acting): gestures wildly Danny: “Ghost attack!” Tim: Yes! Dick: squinting I can’t tell if that’s just what Danny looks like on a Tuesday. Bruce: You didn’t even look at the card. Danny: Twin telepathy. Damian: There is no scientific evidence supporting twin telepathy. Danny: Oh, honey. My existence already breaks five laws of thermodynamics. Let us have this. Damian: …Fair.
Game: Monopoly – 9:02 PM Tucker (FaceTiming In): NO. NOOOOO. Bernard (also on call): SAVE YOURSELVES. Jason: Why are your boyfriends calling during game night? Danny: Because they sensed a disturbance in the force. Tim: We promised we’d text if Monopoly ever got pulled out. Tucker: I saw a candle flicker and knew something dark had begun. Bernard: We’re lighting a protection circle. Do not pass Go. Do not collect $200.
Meanwhile, at the table: Bruce: I will trade you Baltic Avenue and three utilities for Boardwalk. Danny: visibly vibrating with rage That’s not even CLOSE to a fair— Jason: OH NO HE’S CHANNELING HIS GHOST ENERGY. Tim: grabbing a blanket Someone wrap him! He’s gonna go spectral! Alfred: I’ll bring calming tea.
Group Chat: ChaosSupportNetwork (Tucker, Bernard, Danny, Tim) Danny: Monopoly ended when I phased the game board into another dimension. Tucker: King sh*t. Tim: Bruce said that was “unorthodox conflict resolution” and I am now grounded from real estate. Bernard: Worth it. Danny: Absolutely worth it.
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Group Chat: SupportGroup4Boyfriends (Tucker, Bernard) Tucker: So… how often do you get the "Are you cheating on me?" talk because your boyfriend's twin walked in? Bernard: Weekly. Bi-weekly if I'm lucky. Tucker: Bro. Bernard: Bro. Tucker: We need a support group. Bernard: Already made one. You're Co-President. Tucker: Finally, my suffering is seen.
Wayne Manor – 3 Days Later Danny: So this is the Batcave, huh? Neat. Little sterile. Bruce: Danny, have you ever considered being legally adopted? Danny: narrowing eyes Danny: You have fruitloop energy. Bruce: …Excuse me? Danny: pulls Fenton-Creepstick™ from hammerspace BACK, LAB RAT. Tim: Oh no he brought the stick. Dick: Wait, why does he have a stick— Jason: Wait wait wait, which twin is this again? Danny: Rude. Tim: It’s me. Jason: Yeah okay sure, that clears it right up. Dick: Nope. We’re fixing this. pulls out label tape [Dick slaps “TIM” on Tim’s forehead, “DANNY” on Danny’s] Danny: …I’m not wearing this. Tim: This only makes it worse. Jason: I’m gonna keep calling both of you Danothy until I die.
Later in the Manor Damian: glances up from book That one is Tim. Alfred: And the other, Mr. Fenton. Everyone Else: HOW��!? Damian: One smells faintly of ectoplasm and 3-in-1 shampoo. The other is Tim. Alfred: They also have entirely different auras. Jason: I hate that this makes sense. Dick: I feel betrayed.
Text Chat: ChaosTwins (Danny, Tim) Danny: Operation “Switcharoo” is a go. Tim: Already wearing your hoodie. Tucker just kissed me and told me he loved my new hair. Danny: Bernard just said "babe" in front of Bruce and I almost exploded from the secondhand awkward. Tim: Glorious. Danny: Ready to swap back before someone tries to adopt me again. Tim: Only if you do it while wielding the Creepstick. Danny: Obviously.
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The quiet after Danny's departure settled over the park like a smothering fog. Talia stood unmoving, her expression unreadable, though her fingers had curled into trembling fists.
Batman and Robin approached with measured steps.
Damian's sharp green eyes flicked between his mother and the fading figures of Danny and the red-haired woman he had called Mom.
"Who was that?" Damian asked, voice clipped and low.
Talia didn't answer.
Bruce's jaw tightened. He already suspected, piecing together the fragments. The way Talia stared. The boy's words. His stance, his subtle movements-trained, but faded by years away from the League. And yet, unmistakable.
"You didn't tell me there was another," Bruce said coldly, voice carefully neutral.
Talia turned to him, a storm behind her eyes. "He was a failure," she spat. "Weak. Soft. Not fit to carry the Al Ghul name."
Damian blinked slowly. "Then why are you shaking?"
She said nothing.
Elsewhere - That Night
Danny sat on the motel bed, legs pulled to his chest, Maddie on the other bed quietly fiddling with a green-glowing device. She was giving him space-she always did when he got like this. When the old scars flared up under his skin and left him hollow.
She hadn't asked about the woman in the park. She hadn't needed to.
Jazz had always said that their mom was terrifying when she was calm. But Danny disagreed.
Maddie Fenton, ghost hunter, scientist, fiercely loving mother-not by blood, but by choice-was strongest when she didn't press.
Danny loved her for that.
"You okay, Dan-o?" she asked softly.
He swallowed. "Yeah. I just... forgot she existed for a while. Would've liked to keep it that way."
Maddie looked up, and for a second Danny saw that steel behind her eyes-the kind that had made literal ghosts tremble. "We don't have to go anywhere near Gotham again."
Danny smiled faintly. "Appreciate it."
Wayne Manor - The Next Day
Damian stood at the edge of the Batcave training room, not doing his usual warmups. His mind was elsewhere.
Bruce entered silently, eyes flicking toward his son.
"He's your brother."
It wasn't a question.
Damian nodded once. "Half."
There was no venom in the word. Just confusion.
"He looked... normal, Damian admitted. "But he
moved like one of us. And he called Mother 'no one important."
Bruce leaned against the railing above the training floor. "Respect is earned, Damian. Not forced. You
know that better than anyone."
"He didn't even look at me." Damian's voice dropped lower. "Like I wasn't even worth noticing."
Bruce didn't speak immediately. Then: "You've spent your whole life trying to earn Talia's respect. What if
he stopped trying long ago?"
Damian turned that over in his mind.
"And still turned out okay, Bruce added.
Three Days Later - Star City
The Fentons rolled into Star City with more gadgets than sense and a van that rattled like it was held together by duct tape and spite.
Danny was quietly hopeful. New city. New chance.
But of course, the universe had a sense of humor.
Because that very night, while he was checking out the physics department at a campus open house, a figure landed in front of him with a dramatic whoosh of a cape.
"You're Danyal."
Danny looked up from his clipboard, sighed, and
pinched the bridge of his nose.
"You're the demon brat, aren't you?"
Damian Wayne crossed his arms. "I came to see what kind of person you are."
"Should've just sent a friend request, man," Danny muttered.
"I want to know why she hates you so much."
Danny met Damian's gaze, something dangerous sparking behind his tired blue eyes. "Because I wasn't
what she wanted. And she doesn't know what it's like to love something without expecting it to be useful."
Damian blinked. That landed heavier than he expected.
Danny sighed, turning away. "Tell you what, Robin.
You stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours. I'm not trying to ruin anything you've got. I just want a
quiet life. That too much to ask?"
Damian hesitated.
Then: "Noted."
He turned and vanished into the night without another word.
And Danny?
Danny let out a long breath he hadn't known he was holding.
Star City might not be far enough after all.
Two Nights Later - Star City
The air in the park turned unnaturally still.
Leaves hung suspended midair.
Animals fell silent.
The kind of silence that made instinct scream wrong.
Danny felt it immediately. Not the cold of a ghost, not quite. But something older, steeped in arrogance and legacy. His fingers clenched around the thermos on his belt before he even saw the figure.
Ra's Al Ghul emerged from the shadows as if they bent to let him pass. Cloak trailing, stance regal, face unreadable.
Danny didn't flinch.
"Ah. I see the Lazarus Pit hasn't improved your taste in entrances," he said dryly.
Ra's smiled thinly. "Danyal."
"Ra'shole."
A flicker of irritation.
"You've grown," the Demon's Head remarked. "But not matured."
"You still talking like a rejected Shakespeare villain?
That's cute."
Ra's let the insult slide, stepping closer. "I heard of your little confrontation with Talia. I assumed you'd grown into a shadow, scurrying under false names in lesser cities."
Danny leaned lazily against a bench, entirely unthreatened. "Nope. Grew into a king, actually."
Ra's paused. "A king?"
Danny's grin turned cold. Eerie green light flickered behind his eyes like a storm on the edge of reality.
"Did you think your League was the only group with ancient power? You threw away a boy and I became a ruler of the dead. So thanks, Dad, for that one-way ticket to character development."
Ra's narrowed his eyes. "You believe ruling dead spirits makes you powerful? You are still but a-"
"Careful." Danny's voice dropped an octave, echoing with something wrong. "Say 'abomination' again and I will show you what I rule. The Zone doesn't take kindly to threats."
The air behind Danny rippled. A green portal flickered faintly into view, howling winds whispering secrets only the dead knew.
"You gave up your claim on me when you let your daughter toss me aside like garbage. My family? They found me. Loved me. Even when I glowed in the
dark and talked to ghosts in my sleep."
Ra's stepped back once, subtle. But Danny caught it.
He stepped forward. "So if you came here thinking I'd fall in line like a good little heir, think again. I don't
want your League. I don't want your name. And if you so much as breathe near Maddie Fenton or her family
-my family-I will unmake you in ways not even your precious Lazarus Pit can fix."
The green light flared behind him-taller, jagged with power.
Ra's met his eyes-and saw the truth.
This was no scared child.
This was the Ghost King, the ruler of a realm he could never hope to touch.
"...Very well," Ra's said quietly, his voice like steel cooling. "You have chosen your path."
"And you chose to be irrelevant. We're both happy.
Now get off my lawn."
Ra's vanished without another word.
And when the winds died down, the park was quiet again.
Danny exhaled and sat back on the bench, muttering, "God I hate family reunions."0
Danny and Damian are related, with a twist.
Danny is the son of Talia Al Ghul, however he is NOT the son of Bruce Wayne. Ra’s has had his eyes on various people across the world that have either impressed him or show a unique skill set that he’d like to have. One such person was under the both categories and he got Talia to collect a DNA sample and as a result Danny was born.
This was before Bruce’s time with the League by a few years, but very quickly Danny was not meeting expectations. And by the time Bruce did show up Ra’s had lost all interest in Danny, moving on to better things.
Talia always hated Danny because she was forced to have him with a man who she never liked in the first place. Furthermore, because his skillset was lacking she found that even more reason for her distain. In her eyes, he wasn’t worth even considering her blood.
Danny, knowing that he was doomed if he didn’t make an escape, left the league sometime around when Bruce was moving up the ranks and was making waves within the organization. Perfect timing honestly, any attention he might have had was quickly gone when this prodigy showed up.
Danny escaped the League and went into hiding quickly after, settling on a rural area of the United States after bouncing around countries for a few months. This was mainly because Jasmine Fenton saw a young boy pick pocketing strangers while her family was visiting Chicago and scolded him. Her mother and father saw the boy and also lectured him to which Danny responded it was his only option (he was trying to get this loud family off his back so he could sneak away). Eventually the Fentons decide that if he has nowhere to go he might as well go with us, and Danny decides blending in with a Nuclear Family is the best way to ensure that his peaceful life away from the League stays that way. Oh how little did he know.
Flash forward a few years, Talia, who was visiting Gotham to check on Damian, sees a glimpse of a boy (now man) she thought she had forgotten. Her blood runs cold, if this abomination is in Gotham then her son is likely in danger and she would never let anything happen to Damian.
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