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Its a terrifying scene. The camera angle revealing parts of a science lab straight out of hell. Kitchen knifes and scalpels lay dripping on a table.

On the dissection table- because thats all it could be- lays a small child. Small but noticable gills on the neck, the occasional fleck of scales and webbed fingers mark them as merfolk.

Viewers watch on in horror as the table is bloodied. A steady incision made in the left leg. The Justice League had been contacted but there was no indication they would make it in time to help.

A large Bang! went off in the background of the video, clearly catching the duo off guard. The man turned to his (wife?) with a weird moniter in his hands going off the charts and with an excited yelp they both took off running up the steps that were just barely in frame behind them.

A few long moments later, two teens sneak into the lab. The boy rushed over to unchain their parents 'test subject' while the girl kept watch.

Freshly released limbs had bloody wounds rubbed into the pinned down areas and quiet whispers of empathy were only just picked up by the audio. One of the viewers pointed out that the boy himself had scars in similar places.

The boy picked up the kid and the trio quickly slipped away out of camera view. Soft thuds mark their escape from the house, seemingly unaware of the Livestream their parents were apparently trying to make.

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The story makes international news and leaves everyone on high alert. Government agencies scramble to prove they had no connection to the couple, the GIW undergos mass arrest when their names Maddie and Jack Fenton come up on their payroll. A channel is made to document any sightings of the kids.

The first one is posted after a day. It's security footage from a fast food restaruant. Four teens- the two from before plus a goth and someone named ''Tucker''- along with the comparitively tiny Mer sit in a booth. ''Tucker'' and "Sam'' argue about possible dietary restriction before seemingly ordering one of everything. There is soup, and a burger, the largest cup filled with water they could find in the back, chicken tenders and salad.

When the server goes to deliver everything, the four watch them like hawks, understandable given the previous day.

(Did any of them even know Half the world knew what went down? )

(Did any of them know how Aquaman was taking the news of one of his subjects being injured like that? )

( Did any of them realize that their choice to protect the kid was one of the main reasons war hadn't been declared yet on the human race?)

Jasmine is heard softly encouraging the tiny Mer to eat something, anything and eventually the soup is downed and apparently liked enough that she gets up to order more.

Right before they leave, while under the relative safety of a roof, they swap the bandages wrapped around most of the kids leg and arms and slowly tell them about future plans despite the fact that they probably can't understand the language.

(Jasmine points at a laptop screen filled with a view of the ocean. "We" she circles the group with her pinky "are going there to get you home." The atlantian can't speak english but the way their eyes light up and they relax further into Sams side shows they understand the basic message)

(The sight- of the child definitely scared but trusting them enough to get so close- helps calm the atlantians with access to the internet. Somewhere Aquaman finds himself able to breathe slightly easier.)

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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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John Constantine: Hey, Batman, you have kids, right?

Bruce: I do.

John: Great. How do you keep them alive? Mine keeps trying to pick fights he can barely win.

Bruce: You're a father?

John: Just adopted a homeless half-ghost boy named Danny. He's a bit of a menace, but I love him as my own. Want to see a photo?

Bruce: Sure.

John: There's my boy, and here he is in his ghost form. He calls himself Phantom when he's glowing like this, a little on the nose, but he's only fourteen.

Bruce:.....Can I buy you a drink?

John: I would usually say yes, but Danny's astronomy club is almost over and he needs me to pick him up

Bruce: How about you both come over for dinner then? My kids would love to have a new challenger for their video game night. My butler is also making Yorkshire pudding-

John: We will be there, Handsome, if only for a fellow Brit's cooking and pick your brain for parenting tips.

Bruce Mentally: I'm going to become Danny's step-father, yes I am.

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Tim: You can't ask this of me!

Dick: We all make sacrifices for the mission.

Tim: But this-! This is too much of a sacrifice!

Dick: I know it's not fair. I know it's unjust. But it's for the greater good.

Tim: You can't do this!

Dick: I'm afraid I already have.

Tim: Please Dick, you're my brother! We broke bread together!

Dick: That bread was tasty and it filled my empty stomach but it means nothing now.

Tim: No-Don't-!

Dick: *pushing Tim on stage* Ladies and Gentlemen! The moment you all been waiting for! The Timothy Drake-Wayne date auction! As you all know the highest bid will get one free dinner with Timmy, at the most expensive restaurant in Gotham and all funds will be used for charity so get out those checkbooks! Let's start the auction at one thousand!

Random girl: Two thousand!

Random boy: Five thousand!

Random girl 2: ten thousand!

Dick: Ten thousand! Ten thousand going once- going twice-

Danny standing up: A million!

Dick: A million! A million going once- a million going twice-

Danny: Five million!

Dick: Er, um five million going once- five million going twice-

Danny: No ten million!

Dick: Sir do you understand how auctions work?

Tim leaping for the mic: Sold! To the hot confused guy wearing the number twenty badge.

Danny blinking: Me?

Tim: Yes, you! You won!

Danny: Awesome! *sits down and turns to Sam*

Danny whispering: Hey I blanked out for a second and Phantom took over. What did he do?

Sam: Bought a date for ten million.

Danny: *gasp* But I only have forty five cents in my bank account.

Sam: Don't worry. I'll spot you this one. You deserve a date with a living person. As a treat.

Danny tilting head: Phantom says to show his gratitude for your donation he will dance for you.

Sam: Tell him that hes welcome and to please not dance for me. We got thrown out of the Ice Lounge for his dancing already, I can afford to be band from here too.

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Tim: Mistakes have been made.

Kon: Oh boy, what is it this time?

Tim: I may or may not have sold my soul to the Prince of the Dead.

Bart: Well....even I didn't see that coming.

Cassie: You did WHAT!?

Tim: It was an accident! I was minding my own business-

Kon: You LIE!

Tim: Okay, so I was minding someone else's business after noticing how suspicious his amount of contact with Gotham ghosts was.

Gerta: Um, hello? I'm floating right here.

Tim: Yes, I mean no offense, but you're the reason I can see ghosts. The more exposure someone has to the paranormal, the more they are likely to perceive it. That's why it's unusual for a regular civilian to be so involved with them.

Gerta: Alright, I'll let it slide, but you're on thin ice.

Tim: Anyway, I followed him for a few weeks to see if he was up to something or was just really spiritual. All the guy did was go to work, the gym, and on walks to do errands. He purposely greeted every ghost he came across, even ones too weak for me to see. I was just about to stop my recon on him when a portal suddenly opened and a ghost yeti abducted him!

Bart: A ghost yeti? Why does that sound so familiar?

Tim: I, of course, followed them with the intent to rescue the guy when he turned into a ghost himself! Two bright rings of light and then bam! Ghost Prince, flouting over a shining gold circle of runes.

Cassie: Oh gods. You followed Daniel Fenton, didn't you?

Tim nodding sadly: Yeah.

Cassie: And you fell inside the Circle of Marriage, didn't you?

Tim nodding even sadder: Yeah....

Cassie: Why are you like this?

Kon: Circle of Marriage? What is that?

Gerta: Well, not all ghosts are created from a living soul. It's actually really rare for that to happen. Most are born in a neutral zone called the Infinite Realms, and various customs and cultures bloom from there. The Circle of Marriage is one of them, where basically when a ghost comes of age, they stand in that circle and it calls their fated soul mate. It doesn't always work, but when it does, the ghosts are considered married for all eternity because their souls are given to the other party as part of the ritual. All they have to do is be able to pass the runes, and it's a sealed deal.

Tim: Yeah, that sums it up. Anyway, you're all invited to my bachelor party.

Kon/Bart: Alright! Party at Tim's!

Cassie: What!? No!? We do not celebrate losing our souls!

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Bruce: I think I'm ready to start dating again. Alfred: I have been preparing for this day. Here is a list of all available bachelors and bachelorettes in your social class. Well-mannered, well-connected, and perfectly trained to run an estate with you. Bruce: I want the man who trained pigeons to salsa dance. Alfred: Of course you do. Bruce: His name is Danny. I'm pretty sure he lives under Brown Bridge. Alfred: Of course he does. Bruce blushing: He beat Batman in a fist fight last night and threw me in a dumpster afterwards. It was glorious. Alfred pouring himself a drink: Of course it was.

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I will write a mix of the top two if this gets more than 50 votes. I will mix top three if this gets 75 votes. I’ll mix them all up and create a fanfic series of this if I get 150 votes.

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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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12 year old Jason fresh off the streets: Hey Bruce, is the manor haunted? I'm not scared or anything, but you know old places like these are their favorite, and I want to be prepared in cause a ghost breaks in here and I have to sing church songs to drive it away. And buy holy water. And a crucifix. But I'm not scared!

Bruce: No, Jay, we have no ghosts. I made sure of it.

Jason: what?

Bruce: I hired a ghost hunter to come through and remove any pesky ghosts every two weeks.

Jason: ....

Bruce: You have nothing to be afraid of. Fenton Works are one of the best in the feild.

Jason: You have a ghost exterminator.

Bruce: mm-hmmm

Jason: Rich people are so gullible. There is no such thing as a professional ghost hunter B, they just want to scam you.

Bruce: No, Danny is the real deal.

Alfred under his breath: The only thing real is your pathetic crush on the man.

Jason: Ohhhhhh so that's what's going on. Makes more sense then Batman hiring a ghost exterminator.

Bruce: My appreciation for Danny's beauty and his lovely personality has nothing to do with his skills as a ghost hunter. The man is a professional with a perfect track record.

Jason: I'm sure-Aghhhhhh!

Alfred pulling out a shotgun: Whats wrong!? Where should I shoot Master Jason!?

Jason trembling: That- plate- its levitating.

Bruce: Oh another ghost. I'll go give Danny a ring! *skips away*

Alfred cocking shotgun aiming at the air: You try anything to harm Master Jason, ghost and I will kill you a second time.

Jason crying weakly: Desde el cielo, una hermosa mañana~ Desde el cielo, una hermosa mañana~Guadalupana, la Guadalupana,La Guadalupana, bajó al Tepeyac~

Alfred: Oh, is that one of your church songs? You have a lovely voice Master Jason

Jason still crying: Thank you.

Bruce from down the hall: Hello, Danny? Yes it happened again. How soon can you get here? Uh-huh. Okay that would be lovely. *giggles* You're so funny.

Jason: I want to go back to the streets.

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John Constantine: Hey, Batman, you have kids, right?

Bruce: I do.

John: Great. How do you keep them alive? Mine keeps trying to pick fights he can barely win.

Bruce: You're a father?

John: Just adopted a homeless half-ghost boy named Danny. He's a bit of a menace, but I love him as my own. Want to see a photo?

Bruce: Sure.

John: There's my boy, and here he is in his ghost form. He calls himself Phantom when he's glowing like this, a little on the nose, but he's only fourteen.

Bruce:.....Can I buy you a drink?

John: I would usually say yes, but Danny's astronomy club is almost over and he needs me to pick him up

Bruce: How about you both come over for dinner then? My kids would love to have a new challenger for their video game night. My butler is also making Yorkshire pudding-

John: We will be there, Handsome, if only for a fellow Brit's cooking and pick your brain for parenting tips.

Bruce Mentally: I'm going to become Danny's step-father, yes I am.

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DCxDP fanfic idea: Cooking Teacher

Damian Wayne does not do failure. He always mastered whatever skill he put his mind to, regardless of the number of hours he invested in the work. His ability to mimic others ' voices, movement, and behaviors was so sharp that even without instruction, he was able to clean and effectively accomplish mastery of whatever struck his fancy.

It was a testament to his parents' genes that he was able to prove their mixing had produced the perfect offspring.

That was, until Drake bet him fifty dollars that if it was anything like Bruce, no amount of training, good genes, or instruction would ever help him in the kitchen. Father did not help this insult when all he did was nod and shrug his shoulders.

"The Waynes are cursed," Father said, waving a fork around. "Whenever one of us steps into a kitchen, disaster follows. Cooking is just... not a thing for us. But, we can sing"

As if being compared to a songbird was a good thing. Damain vowed to prove them both wrong. And thus he ventured into one of the Wayne Manor extra kitchens, clutching a bag of groceries and a simple cookbook.

He followed the instructions to the letter. He studied various videos and cooking blogs. He used only the freshest ingredients. Really, there was no chance for it to go wrong.

And yet, when Damian pulled out the vegetarian lasagna from the stove, it resembled a soiled baby diaper. He attempted to take a taste, assuring himself it only looked bad, but the second the food made contact with his taste buds, his entire body shuddered in disgust. Damian had to stick his head under the running water of the sink to wash out the vile taste.

It was infuriating that out of all the skills in the world, something as simple as cooking was evading him.

Not about to give up, he tried again the following day. And again, and again, and again, until three months of failed attempts forced him to seek out professional help.

Alfred straight up refused to lend a hand, not after the many years he attempted to teach Damian's grandfather and father. Apparently, the only times Alfred had gotten workers' compensation were when he stood with a blood-related Wayne in the kitchen.

Damain wanted to call him a coward for that, except when he went into the kitchen to confront the bully, the stove exploded and nearly burned the old man's face off. Damian barely even glanced at the dials. He had no idea how it was able to set off like that.

Well, no matter, there were plenty of cooking instructors in this city. They may not be as great as Alfred- for that man made even dirt taste delicious- there had to be someone out there who could teach him to make one decent meal.

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Danny Fenotn is short on cash. That tends to happen when your evil godfather somehow rips your ghost half out of you and flings your human side to an unknown parallel world.

Gotham City was large and dangerous in a way Danny had never known. Without Phantom, he had no skills he could use to make a profit, and without a form of identification, he couldn't even sign himself up for school or aid programs.

He had wound up on the streets, dodging police and other street rats as best he could, but he was not doing too well for himself. days turned into weeks, which turned into months, and he was still unsure how he even survived that time.

Just as he was starting to actively dream of a shower and a roof over his head, word began to spread that a wealthy individual was willing to pay top dollar and even provide lodging for anyone willing to teach him how to cook.

Danny wasn't the best chief around, but he was desperate, so he washed up in a park sink and scurried across the city to the mansion of a house.

Danny followed a giant group of people, all dressed better, looking better, and smelling better than he did. Many were wearing chef outfits, giving him disgusted glances, but he grew accustomed to the casual hatred over the past few weeks.

They were told to wait in the hallway, sitting on some chairs with a number. The kid who wanted cooking lessons would call them in one by one and give them an interview, alongside asking them to cook something simple to prove their worth.

Danny was number twenty-two out of fifty candidates. A few people left when candidate number five ran out of the room screaming, with half his clothes on fire. More got up from their chairs and excused themselves when three different parametric teams were called in to rush out number eleven, number fifteen, and number seventeen.

What really cleared the room, however, was the screams that came from number twenty's mouth as though they were ripped off her limbs from behind closed doors. In a stampede of movement, the hallway was cleared, leaving only Danny sitting awkwardly on his chair.

"Number twenty-two?" A tall, dignified butler questioned from the door, seemingly surprised that someone was still there.

"Um, yeah?" Danny scrambled to his feet, aware his appearance was less than presentable. He felt like he just dragged himself out of a garbage can, even after trying his best to tidy himself up.

"This way, young man."

Danny is led into a kitchen —or a kitchen that has survived an ill-fated war. There was food splattered against the walls, smoke was burning on three stoves, some tiles were missing on the ground, and the furniture was turned over.

Sitting at the only untouched surface area was a young boy of twelve years old, and Danny nearly winces at how close in age they are. He doubts he will be able to teach the kid anything he doesn't already know.

"Good evening," The boy says, holding up a clipboard.

"Oh, uh, hi?" Danny replies. The kid raises a brow, clicks his red pen open, and scribbles something down. Danny feels himself break into a cold sweat.

"We shall start the interview." The butler cuts in, taking a graceful seat next to the boy and picking up his own pen. "Please answer to the best of your abilities."

Danny fumbles his way through the interview, muttering excuses when they ask for any of his past information, and by the time the food test comes around, he can tell they aren't going to consider him. He decided to teach the kid a simple recipe just so he could leave quickly, and by the time Danny had taught the kid a simple chicken soup recipe, he was all but ready to run.

Until the kid's fist closed in his dirt-stained shirt - it was no longer purely white, now it had a gross, brownish hue to it - keeping him in place.

"You are hired." The boy says, staring up at him with wide, joyful eyes while clutching his bowl of soup like it was the last lifeboat in a sinking ship. "The curse does not harm you."

Well.....Danny didn't like that, but he really had no other choice, did he?

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(linked to previous poll)

If you DO wish you had been born in another country, what is the MAIN reason why?

I want a higher standard of living than is in my country of origin

I have relatives there/I have a similar connection to the country

The government is more aligned with my personal values

I prefer the climate/natural environment

I prefer the culture

I want access to something only available in that country (e.g. eu passport, free education, etc)

My country of origin is not safe

I simply dislike my country of origin

Nuance/results/I am happy with the country I was born in

* free education, etc)

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Clone Crimes

Kitty was just looking for Danny to play with him like usual. They were the closest to around the same age after all; Johnny, Ember, and her being only a few years dead after all. She really hadn't expected to find Danny stargazing with a fresh new neverborn that felt almost identical to him. There were faint hints of someone else however, someone vaguely familiar that she just couldn't place. Somehow the scene set Kitty’s teeth on edge.

“What the heck? Phantom, why did you create a neverborn!?” Kitty blurted.

She hadn't meant to sound judgmental, she was just having trouble processing that Danny had created a neverborn. How had he even known how to do that?! He was just barely coming up on a year dead! He was basically a baby himself, how had he managed to have a baby?! She had just seen him last week!

“I didn’t make her! That stupid Fruitloop stole some of my ectoplasm and created a bunch of clones of me. I didn’t even know about them until Dani showed up. It was a huge mess, all the other clones melted but I managed to figure out how to keep Dani stable at least.” Danny huffed, crossing his arms with annoyance.

“Plasmius did this? He forced you to-” Kitty cut herself off, her stomach having fallen into her feet. She felt sick, Danny’s face shifted into a look of confusion and concern.

“Hey are you okay?” Danny asked, his voice going soft like it did when he was trying to comfort someone.

“You don’t look so hot.” Dani observed, equally concerned it seemed. She looked so much like Danny it made Kitty dizzy.

“I’m fine. I-Let me make sure I got this. Plasmius stole your ectoplasm and used it with his own to make neverborns with you, without your knowledge?” Kitty asked, her voice wavering despite how hard she tried to sound steady and firm.

“Why do you keep calling them neverborns? She’s a halfa like me. But yeah, he was a total butthole about it too! After I found out he didn’t even bother with hiding what he was doing! He used Dani to capture me and just electrocuted me for my ectoplasm! It hurt real bad, I had flashbacks.” Danny huffed, clearly still upset about what happened. Dani gained a guilty expression and pat Danny’s back.

“Sorry…” Dani said softly to Danny.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know he was an evil lunatic.” Danny comforted the younger girl, patting her knee gently. “You thought he loved you, of course you wanted to be a good daughter.”

“Sorry short-stop I gotta go.” Kitty turned around so fast that if she were still beholden to gravity she might have tripped over herself.

Danny and Dani looked at each other with some confusion but just shrugged the strange encounter off.