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DCxDP Fic Idea: Fickle

Danny Fenton finds out his ghost side is dying. Or rather, Phantom's core was slowly fading away. A ghost that found closure for whatever was keeping them around- or the completion of their Obsession- often moved on from whatever they were haunting.

Humans thought this was a blessing as a ghost would no longer be trapped in their eternal loop. Other ghosts referred to it as the second death because it was essentially them dying all over again.

Danny, as a Halfa, was in the middle because his Obsession was never set in stone. Ghost formed around the idea or concept that developed into an Obsession, often reflecting the cause of their deaths or a deep enough regret of their life. They never had to guess what that was; it was always the most important thing on their mind in the last few moments of life that the person had.

Halfas, on the other hand, didn't have a pin down Obession because they were still alive and all living humans were in constant change throughout life. Due to this, Danny developed an obsessive personality for any of his interests, practically making it his entire life, but just as frickly did he move on from it.

His interest lasted maybe six to a year, where all he could think about was his new fixation to the point where he even redecorated his entire room just to revolve around this one thing, then just as suddenly, he threw everything out to replace it.

Vlad had a similar problem, and when Danny had first met him, his obsession with the Packers had spiraled all over his castle, taking up a good, large portion of his personality.

By the end of that same year, Vlad had shifted to blueberries, and every Packer memorabilia item was either sold off or stored away to rot. Why blueberries? Vlad had no idea, but he bought three large blueberry farms just to frolic through anyway.

The problem with their attention launching onto something so quickly was that fulfillment of their Obsessions was constantly changing. Buying the Packers was out of Vlad's control since the city refused to sell, but blueberries were very much attainable, and thus his Obsession was completed.

His ghost core started to fade away in satisfaction, while Vlad grew weaker and weaker, until even his human side started to feel the effects. Then Vlad got really into wood carving, and his Obsession snapped back into longing as he tried to create the greatest wooden statue of all time.

Danny had watched all of this with a wary eye. While Vlad was still a pain in the butt and could function like a normal human being, it was not hard to miss the way he would give in to his ghostly Obsession instincts.

Danny's Obsession had always been space, or more specifically, being an astronaut for NASA. While he had gone into space, it hadn't been under the organization, which was a bit deal apparently to his ghost side.

After becoming Phantom, Danny grew more and more frantic about the organization, going as far as learning what kind of toilet paper they used in the office.

Then suddenly, Phantom's Obsession launched onto cookies. Baking them, eating them, and sharing them. Danny could not stop thinking about cookies. He quickly gained a year-long reputation for being the Cookie Guy, in his pursuit to create the one True Cookie.

Then the following year, when he turned sixteen, Danny grew obsessed with flying. Planes or as Phantom. Any method to get him into the sky. Since he could easily do that, Danny spent that entire year in and out of the hospital as his body scrambled to move on while simultaneously never feeling so alive.

Thankfully while during one of his longer stays in the hospital- his parents and doctors where going mad trying to figure out what was wrong with him- Danny got hooked on animation due to the cartoon playing on reply in his hospital room and he came back to life.

He wished his obsessions stayed the same sometimes. His was disheartening to look at something he greatly enjoyed, loved even, and felt absolutely nothing. It was like missing childlike wonder.

Once the phases past he would feel directionless. He sometimes tried to force himself to still adore his latest obsession but it always felt empty, and it only highlighted how much he moved on from it.

That is to say, Danny's quick Obsessions werent the only thing he thought of, setting apart from other ghosts and humans further.

Which was all well and good, since he could still go to school, still work, still fight, and have a normal life, but all his obsessions were obtainable, and Danny was always right at the edge of fading.

He would have to live with the fact that at any given day, his obsession would cling onto something within his grasp, and he died a second death with a gaint grin on his face.

Then, one day, when Danny turned twenty, his obsession moved to something completely new: A person.

Not just any person mind you, but someone he saw on TV once as nothing more then a passing shadow with eyes.

Batman.

It was like the gates of heaven have open up again for him, life grew brighter, the world seemed more colorful and the fandom for the hero? They sung.

Jazz had come home to thier shared apartment in Gotham to find Danny making his own set of Batman theme pajamas, while wearing a replica of Batman's mask made out of paper plates and markers. She paused for only a second before sighing deeply.

"Here we go again." Jazz mutters throwing her keys into the bowl near the door. "Danny what are you doing?"

"BATMAN!"

"Yeah I thought so. Carry on"

A month later Jazz finds out through a friend that a new buger place open up called BatBurger, modeled entirely after Batman, and isnt surprised when she walks in to find Danny as the proud owner.

At least Batman wasnt real so she didnt have to worry about her brother actually meeting the guy. Maybe this Obsession will last for a while so they didn't have to worry about Danny's health.

Nothing bad would come from this Obsessions surely.

Two days later Danny steals Batman's cape and gets Robin's autograph on it. He proudly displays it in the middle of thier living room and Jazz is terrified that Batman is not only real but might just hunt them down for his cape.

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Bruce: Who are you?

Danny: Did you forget about me? You asked me to come live with you yesterday.

Bruce: I did?

Danny: I mean, I can leave. I'll wind up on the streets... probably selling myself or some kind of drug to make ends need, but that's got nothing to do with you. So don't worry about it. It's not like you're Batman.

Bruce: Wait.

Danny talking fast: YouUsedToBeMyHeroButNowYour'reThrowingMeOut

Bruce: What!? Wait don't go-

Danny: Well! If you insist! I'll be in my room. Love you dad! :D

Bruce: O-oh love you too!

Alfred: Master Bruce who was that young man?

Bruce:....I think a kid that just gaslighted me into housing him.

Alfred: You could have just said he's a new adoptee.

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Danny: Excuse me, I'm a student photographer at Gotham U, and one of our assignments is to take shots of Gotham Street Glam. Would it be alright if I took your pictures and used them in my project?

Steph: Yes, of course! Do you want us to pose?

Danny: Yes, if that is okay with you and you have some time that would be wonderful.

Steph: Yeah no problem. I'm Stephanie by the way, but call me Steph. This is Cassandra- call her Cass. Next to her is Jason- call him Jay. And lastly that's Richard. Call him Ric.

Dick: No, do not call me that. Call me Dick please.

Steph: I mean sure if you want to break the pattern and be SpEaCiAl.

Danny: Its nice to meet you all, I'm Danny. Would you mind if we move down the street to the historical Cafe area?

Jason: No problem. But is my outfit glam enough?

Danny: Leather jackets can be punk glam not to worry.

Cass: May I do a arabesque as a pose? I'm a ballerina.

Danny: Of course! We can have you do that one some stairs or a railing.

Dick: Oh! Can I do a Flip?

Danny: Of course!

A week later:

Classmate 1: Fenton!? Are those....Did you do a photo op with the WAYNES!?

Classmate 2: Holy shit. Those are the Waynes. How in the world did you book them as your models?!

Classmate 3: CASSANDRA WAYNE!? OMG IS THIS PRINT FOR SALE?!

Classmate 4: I have money too! Fenton, sell me the Dick Grayson one!

Danny: I have no idea who those people are. I just found them having a bobba tea in the street. Are they famous?

TA: J A S O N T O D D!!!!

Danny: I guess they are famous.

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Clark: What's this?

Jon: Oh, that's my temporary tattoo. A kid at school custom makes whatever you want into one. I asked him to design a Superman one, and let him come up with the design. Pretty cool right?

Clark:....Jon. Do you recognize what's around the El symbol?

Jon: I thought it was just cool designs.

Clark: No, it's Kryptonian. He spelled out "The Undaunted Heros"

Jon: oh cool.

Clark: Jon, your friend knows Kryptonian.

Jon: OH!

Clark: What's this kid's name?

Jon: Danny Fenton.

Clark: The Superman fan that chased me across the rooftops?

Jon: Yeah.

Clark: Hmmm maybe his screaming of "Sir, I think we might be from the same place! Please help me" makes sense now.

Jon: Dad.....

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I vote Chimichanga Danny's not actually Bruce's son, but Jack Fenton is a clone of Bruce Wayne that managed to escape into the wilderness of the cloning lab by the powers of Himbo and get adopted by the Fentons.

That would be an interesting plot line, but unfortunately, Danny is Bruce's son in this au. It makes sense for the second part I have planned, and cause I love Danny being Bruce's kid.

However I might write Jack being a clone to Bruce someday. I think it be hilarious concept that Jack was made long before Bruce was Batman and just grew up unawares.

Maybe they made Jack in an attempt to replace Bruce for the Wayne money, a few years after Martha and Thomas died, only cloning wasn't so great back then and they scrapped the project because Jack looks like Bruce but not identical. They also thought he wouldn't be stable enough to survive adulthood, so they just... let him loose.

Drove to a dark forest, dropped him off, and drove away.

Jack somehow found his way to a orphanage the day a newly wed couple who were unable to have kids was browsing and wowed the Fentons with his weirdness because all Fentons are Weird.

He was the child that danced on the madman and genius line so the Fentons took him in, taught him everything, and he became so utterly proud of being chosen as a Fenton that it became a large part of his personality. He may not have known anything about himself before he was ten years old - the running theory is that he suffers from amnesia due to some clear head trauma to his brain. He isn't interested in who he is. Jack is now Jack Fenton, and he likes it that way.

Meanwhile, unaware of either of them, Bruce was growing up to become Batman on the other side of the country, and Jack is undergoing Ghost hunting.

They find out about each other when Jazz does an ancestry test thing. She wanted to see if there was a record of her Dad, of his bio family, and unprepared for Bruce Wayne to ding onto her results as her paternal uncle.

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DCxDP Fanfic Idea: The 2 Fine Chimis!

Based on the meme: That's my Chimichanga stand

Danny and Tucker had this million-dollar idea after watching the Batplane blow up on the news one summer night. It starts with them biting their nails, waiting with the rest of the world to see the Justice League defeat an elite alien fighting force.

The battle lasts for hours, so much so that Danny had actually fallen alseep at some point. He had been unable to stay up that long.

Tucker had managed to stay up but swapped out with Danny once he noticed that his friend had woken. They agreed that someone had to be up at all times in case an evacuation was noticed.

Sure, the fight was a state away, but you never know with the threats the Justice League faces. While watching, Danny halfa's eye catches Flash being flung into a grocery store. The speedster sluggish peels himself into a kneeling position, looking about to drop in a faint.

Flash rapidly starts opening bags, stuffing food into his mouth, and then flings himself back into the fight with far more energy than a quick snack should provide. Danny wouldn't have been able to tell what he did if he had normal eyes; only because of Phantom, he could tell.

It wasn't just Flash, though, as the news camera panned over the fight, Danny watched multiple heroes scramble for a bite. Mostly, they were the meta heros, until the Batplane was shot out of the sky and it fell on the last few remaining establishments with food.

Batman had managed to escape the explosion, but suddenly the fight took a turn for the worse. Now the meta heroes were slowing down, and the enemy was slowly but surely gaining the upper hand. By the twelve-hour mark of the battle, Danny had been prepping to go help the Justice League.

He hadn't before, because while Danny has done his best to protect Amity Park, he's only won his fights by outsmarting or outlasting his enemies. He worried that these tactics wouldn't work on people used to fighting heroes who were formally trained, and he would wind up being a liability to the heroes instead of assistance.

Tucker had helped him prepare, stuffing a duffel bag with a first aid kit, some spare clothes, some Fenton tech, and five bags of chimicangas that the boys had originally planned to eat for their weekend sleepover.

Sam was away on vacation with her parents, and the Fentons had gone away to a conference with Jazz. It was going to be a boys' weekend of unsupervised fun but duty calls.

Danny took off as fast as he could to the battle scene, Tucker staying behind to watch on the news. They kept communication open at all time since it was the first time Danny flew for so long and for so far.

Just getting to the fight was a risk.

However, by the time Danny cleared the state lines and found his way to the battle scene, the Justice League had been victorious. He got there just in time to watch the villain get cuffed, and the heroes take a breather.

Seeing that Phantom was no longer needed- and exhausted from flying a hundred twelve miles per hour which was way slower then him booking a plane, Danny had allowed himself to find a hiding hole in wrecked building and shift back into a human for some rest.

He only had a few seconds of digging in his bag for some much-needed snack when the caved-in roof over his head was lifted up. A piece of his chimichanga fell from his mouth as he gawked at the flouting figure of the Man of Steel himself.

"Are you alright, son?" Superman asks him with a gentle smile, throwing the roof to the side. Danny wants to say something, he really does, but all he can do is stare in astonishment. He had always heard people say the word "star-struck" and assumed he knew what it meant, but experiencing it was an entirely different thing.

He was frozen, staring up at the man, and unable to move his body as Superman's smile didn't falter. His tongue felt heavy, even with his mind screaming Do something! Say something! Ask for an autograph! Tell Superman, he's your hero! Hurry!

"Kid?" Suddenly, Flash was right next to him, one warm hand on his shoulder. "You alright? Any pain? How long have you been under the wreckage?"

Danny's lips quivered, his voice stuck in his throat, as Flash's mask creased in worry.

"Kid?" Flash leaned in closer. The movement startled Danny out of his starstruck haze enough that his body moved on its own. Without really thinking, Danny held up his bag of chimichangas, babbling something along the lines of "Thank you for saving me. I made chimichangas. You want?"

Both Superman and Flash stare at him a little before Flash nearly snatches the bag out of his hand, practically stuffing the food into his mouth, making appreciative sounds with each bite. Superman flouted closer, taking one out of the bag as Flash made his way through his third one.

"Thank you, son." Superman beams, taking his own bite. "This is delicious. Wonder Woman! Come, try these!"

Then, right in front of Danny's dazed eyes, the Amazonian princess struts over, wiping blood from her face and hair blowing in the wind. She offers Danny a sharp grin while grabbing one of his chimichangas. "Thank you for your donation, young one."

"um.." Danny hicups, but she is already turning away, sword swung over her shoulder, and utterly changing his life as she walks away. He wasn't talking about her stride....well, not entirely, but rather Danny watched her walk over to Batman, who was studying the destroyed scene, and offered him one of the wrapped meals.

Batman took it, glanced quickly at Danny, then muttered something to Wonder Woman that he could catch over the sound of Flash aggressively munching on a second bag of Danny's chimichangas. The man was acting like he was straved.

Danny's eyes widen when three green lanterns floated down next to him, curious about what captured Superman's and Flash's attention. He thrust out a bag to them, unable to get his tongue to work, and all three smiled tiredly back at him but accepted the offered food.

Before long, all members of the Justice League that were present at the fight made their way over, muttering about being straved after such a hard battle. He handed more and more out until all five of his bags were empty.

By that point, a team of medics had come by, check him over, deemed him unharmed, and he was escorted over to all the relocated civilians. Just as he was about to cross the line, Batman meterialized from the shadows- scaring the daylights out of Danny's medics- and silently handed him a wap of cash.

He gaped at the amount- a whopping thousand- as the Dark Knight grunted. "Thank you for giving my teammates all your merchandise. Good luck with your business."

"Business?"

"The five bags of chimichangas that you had on your person. Were they not ones you made to sell?"

Danny could have told the truth; he really could have, but he was talking to Batman. His all-time favorite hero and role model. When he was flying over to help, Danny had been so focused on the possible battle that he didn't connect that he was meeting the Justice League.

So all he was able to do was nod, and then Superman was there, putting a fifty on top of his stack. Then Flash added a ten. Then the Green Lanterns flung a few bills towards him. By the time Danny was moved past the caution tape with the rest of the civilians, he had two thousand dollars.

If he thought about the money that Tucker and Danny wasted to make the chimichangas, he had made a profit of one thousand eight hundred dollars. He hid the money in his duffel bag, clutching it desperately until people stopped paying attention to him.

He slipped away, shifting into his Phantom form and flying home. By the time he got there, Tucker had been at his wits' end, worried out of his mind. He started to rant until Danny held out the nine hundred in profit.

Then Tucker's eyes lit up as a very familiar grin overtook his face. It was the same one that usually popped on his best friend's expression when he got a get-rich-idea.

It was the duct tape wallets sold in the third-grade recesses all over again. The only difference was that Tucker made all the chimichangas, and Danny was going to be the main pusher. Only Danny didn't think it would be as successful as Tucker made it out to be.

"You want me to fly to every big battle the Justice League has and sell them chimichangas?"

"Trust me, Danny, as a guy in the chair, I know how hungry fighting makes heroes. We just wait for the smoke to clear, you play the scared little boy who wants to give the American Dream a shot, and boom, we're rolling in cash! We can call our business the 2 Fine Chimis!"

Danny wanted to say no, but then Tucker waved his share of nine hundred under his nose, and he couldn't resist. A month later, Danny was selling to Green Arrow, Black Canary, and Aquaman. They each gave him a tip, with Green Arrow giving him a round of applause for trying his best.

He had been "rescued" from the robots that they were fighting while trying to sell his chimichangas near the corner store, and Green Arrow had bought them all just cause he felt bad for him.

Nothing could go wrong.

Danny went home with nine hundred for each of them again, and suddenly, they had a business with no competition and a lot of demand. He just had to carefully plant himself in dangerous scenes as Phantom, relying on the sure-fire knowledge of always being hungry from fighting.

Miles and miles above the Earth's orbit, Batman stares at the same blue-eyed black haired boy who always showed up to dangerous battle scenes, struggling to sell homemade food.

It was suspicious that the same boy was popping up everywhere with little to no damage from the same situations, so Bruce had to investigate, starting with a quick DNA test.

There was only one conclusion from everything he dug up: That was his illegitimate son, who was struggling to survive on the streets. Likely too shy to come forward, but attempting to be near in his own way.

Bruce had no idea how he was going to get his boy home, but one thing was for sure. His boy could cook.

These chimichangas were heavenly.

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Hey! I am mostly a lurker in the dpxdc fandom, but I found this thing that I think you should know about.

I was looking through the tag when I found a blog that seemingly just reposts other people's writing, with a lot of it being yours.

Tumblr user rboooks seems to either be stealing huge chunks of your writing, the concepts/plots or both.

I'm not exactly sure how much is yours and if there's also work of others in there, but I assumed that you'd like to know.

I apologize if you've already been notified of this lol, and I hope you have a great day!

Thank you for notifying me when you thought something bad was going on. It's really cool of you to look out for writers like that. ❤️

But not to worry, Rbooks is my main blog. I used to post my DCXDP stuff on there until I decided to get a blog dedicated entirely to the cross-over. I moved my stuff with reblogs but left the originals on the main for peps who had them saved.

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Dani: Listen, I dont mind you guys tagging along on my travels, but you have to do exactly as I say, okay?

Danny: Sure.

Dan: Whatever.

Dani: No, not whatever. This is serious. I'm the only one who's ever bothered to travel in different worlds through the Ghost Zone, and each reality has different rules. I've always gone with a fully equipped team of world travelers to face said rules. You could both destabilize from walking through a world like Door-2319. That world's gravity is ten times stronger than ours! I only survived because my travel companions managed to throw me back into the Zone as soon as I screamed.

Dan: Okay okay Sheesh. Don't get your panties in a twist.

Danny: Where are we going today?

Dani: We're going to a calmer reality just to get your feet wet. Oh and Danny, you don't need a hiking backpack. We're going to a big city not the mountains.

Danny: But I like my bag.

Dan: Yeah he likes his bag. Look he even tied a NASA skillet and a NASA canteen to it.

Dani: *Sigh* Fine. But remember, you do exactly as I say.

Danny eagerly: Yes ma'am!

Dan bored: Yes ma'am.

Dani: Okay so this is Door-22, it leads to a world similar to ours except for-

Dan:Later losers. *Leaps through door*

Dani: No wait-!

Danny: Wow a whole new reality. Can I use flash photography? *Leaps through door*

Dani: No! Guys! Get back here! Gotham isn't a place you can just mindlessly walk though, especially as a tourist! Not to mention the time difference- every second in the zone is a day there. GUYS! *Leaps through door*

Dani: Where did those idiots go!? Crude how long has it been? Three maybe four days for Dan and two days for Danny??? Thats not too bad. What could they possibly have done in that time?

News anchor from TV in nearby store window: Our top story tonight, authorities are still on the hunt for the man who killed Bane and Joker after the supervillains knock over his ice cream cone in the crossfire of the Rouges last conflict. Civilians are warn that if they spot this man * A picture of Dan flipping off the camera appears* Do not approach for any reason and instead contact emergency lines.

Dani: Dammit. Well at least Danny-

News Anchor: It's believe that The Ice-cream Avenger is in league with The Photographer, who was seen documenting the murders at a close up range. *Picture of Danny standing on Bane's head snapping a picture while Dan was in the motion of punching Bane in stomach* Though he showed no violent tendencies, it is reason to believe he is not sane and should be regarded with the same amount of caution as Ice-cream Avenger.

Dani: This is why I join the World Travelers Guild and don't travel with none professionals. This is the exact reason.

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What would the fake department be? How did they not notice?

Honestly, I'm thinking something independent. He initially applied for a job opening in Research and Development in terms of building computers, but something went wrong and was placed in Development.

Since it was okayed by Bruce, who was suffering some kind of head injury from his night job, this placement passed through Lucius' fingers who thought Bruce had a big plan for a new department and gave his okay.

That means HR was in charge of setting up an entire department with the vague instructions to get Danny his own floor, his own office, his own budget, and to use Research and Development policies as a base for him to start off of.

He basically had an entire department built for him with a fill in the blanks kind of reason for it existing. Danny is allowed to hire a team or run it himself. He wasn't told what he was developing because Lucius thought it involved the bats in some way and needed to keep the obvious genius from asking too many questions.

So Danny winds up with a department head paycheck instead of entry level. Has to identify what Development does because it's not research and development, and it doesn't have a clear description. Has an entire floor - complete with lab space, kitchen, bathroom, changing rooms, and oddly a pool (they didn't know what he needed) and after orientation just got dumped there and told to get to it.

When he asked what "it" was, everyone just shrugged and said if Mr. Wayne personally sought him out then he would know what to do.

He choose not to hire anyone else until he knows what he needs a team for, at least at first. So for three years he is the only memeber of Development, and rumors of what he is up to in his private floor fly through the company that tries to figure out why everyone else needs to have such a high clearance level to get the elevator to even stop on his floor or the door to open from the stair way.

The cleaning crew can only send someone up there once a week after signing the NDA. No one knows what's going on in development, not Bruce, because he thinks Lucius is overseeing it. Not Lucius because he thinks Bruce is watching as Batman. And not Danny, who got way more than he was told he was getting in the interview.

He winds up just, turning in gadgets for household settings since he has nothing else to do and goofing off most of the time.

Unknown to Danny, his household gadgets are all but revelationary, and Wayne Stocks rocketed since he started. He was just using things his parents created for around the house chores cause they lazy.

Of course, he checked to see if they were okay with sharing their design and got them some funds with patent request through WE law that thought it was part of Development.

A rumor starts that Development is to take ideas that already exist but fail and develop them into successful inventions, thus giving the product creator a small fortune for all the revenue they earn. It's like selling your ideas to inventors.

Danny is doing such a good job he actually starts getting requests from outside his parents to futher failed designs and keeps making WE money that no one realizes what happened until five years later.

By that point, Danny is too much of a value employee to fire or disband his department. He also has a team by then, so they would lose like ten people if they try to go for Development.

But the rumors before that comes to light is crazy.

There were even people that whispered Danny was doing witchcraft under the request of Bruce to Danny be in charge of secretly tracking down illegitimate children that Bruce had around the world and keeping then under wraps. The department gets so much attention for its tight security it becomes a meme online that its actually a second area 51 location.

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Danny texting on lunch break: None of the board members are taking me seriously. What should I do?

Dan: Preform a power play.

Danny: How?

Jazz: Find a weakness in the leader, aim for it, and then establish yourself as the new leader.

Danny: I dont think I can that to Mr. Wayne. He's really nice.

Dani: What about the co-ceo?

Danny: Mr. Drake drank five energy drinks and was grining at me like he was Joker Jr. I dont think it's a good idea to challenge him.

Dan: Follow Dnd rules then.

Jazz: No.

Dani: Its the only way.

Danny: Whats the DnD rule?

Dan: If you can't beat it with strength or combat, then seduce it.

Danny: Why does all your advice always ends with seduction?

Dan: How else do you think I took over the world?

Danny: You know what. I'll just get through my presentation and if they dont offer me the grant then so be it.

Dani: Show them some skin.

Dan: Stick out your bare leg.

Danny: You two are the worst.

Jazz: I wonder where two clones could possibly get this from. But also pop open your shirt. Abs are its own form of persuasion.

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Dan: Hey, there is a new delivery I need you to make.

Danny: Sure. What's the address?

Dan: It's the Ice Hibiscus Tea guy.

Danny: Again? That guy ordered the same thing four times this week!

Dan: He's single handly keeping me in business. Plus he tips well doesn't he?

Danny: Yeah last time he gave me a fifty.

Dan: Well, there you go.

Danny: Alright, I'll be back.

Meanwhile, in Wayne Manor

Alfred: Master Tim, will you be joining us for dinner?

Tim pacing in front of the door: No, I ordered delivery.

Alfred: If I didn't know this was a pathetic ploy to charm the delivery boy, I would take offense of how many times you ate that rubbish over my home-cooked meals.

Tim:....pathetic?

Alfred: Utterly pathetic. He doesn't even know your name. He calls you Ice Hibiscus Tea Guy.

Tim: How would you know- nevermind you know everything.

Alfred: Yes, indeed. Fix your hair and pop open the top three buttons of your shirt. You might get his attention this time if you do.

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I know you said there are a lot of characters you don't know at the moment, but just for now?

Which of the crack ships do you like most/are most exciting for or interested in?

In no particular order, here are a few ship requests I received that I am excited for (The ones I know who they are). I might not get to them all, but I will strive to get as close as possible

John Constantine/FrostBite

Harley Quinn/Ember McLain

Calendar Man/Clockwork

Sindey Pointdexter/Klarion

Paulina/Klarion

Jazz/Barry

Mister Mxyzptlk/ Klarion

Lobo/Skulker

Music Meister/Ember McLain

Dan/Martian Manhunter

Arrowette/Valerie

Danny Fenton/ Jack Drake

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I have a theory for King Phantom in Royal Consort

He isn't Danny or a ghost. He's one of the aliens.

Hmmm good theory

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I said yes to crack ships, and you guys did not disappoint.

There are requests for charaters I don't even know. I will have to track down their lore cause once again my DC knowledge is from animation/Moives more than comics, but theses are going to be fun.

I will be working on them these next few days, and I want to apologize in advance if I can't capture their personalities well.

Also, I want to apologize for posting mostly chats the last few posts. I haven't gotten much time to sit down and write lately with my second job eating up my hours. I know a few of you are let down by that, but I just don't seem to find time.

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Danny: Welcome to Batburger. How can I help you?

Tim suffering from a concussion: Nightwing, I hurt my head. I need a field withdrawal. Please help.

Danny: ....

Tim leaning on coutner: Save me

Danny eye twitch: Do you know what you like to order?

Tim: Nightwing....please....I need you....

Danny: Alright, you low rank jerk, i might be dressed up as Nightwing, making burgers for minimum wage but thats doesn't mean you can just hit on me like-

Tim: *Slams against the floor in a dead faint*

Danny: Real funny. Im suprise by your commitment

Danny's coworker: I don't think hes faking.

Danny:....you know I dont think he is either. CALL AN AMBULANCE

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Jack: I'm so excited to go on this Father and Son fishing trip with you, Danny-o.

Danny: Me too! I can't believe we're the only ones out here. The views is beautiful, the lake is filled with fish and the weather is perfect.

Jack: Folks around here don't dare come to Lake Brynhildr. It's highly haunted, and some even said its curse. Ghosts have scared everyone away, so only the brave and stupid dare to fish here. We Fentons are one of the two families to dare

Danny: What family would be stupid enough to come here besides ours?

The Waynes TM: *Speeding by in expensive boat wearing sunglasses and swim suits with All Star blaring from speakers*

Bruce in Brucie Wayne Mood: *Lowers sunglass* Howdy, Fentons!

Jack through gritted teeth:

Bruce: On a Father and Son trip I see. So are we! Say hi boys

Dick/Jason/Tim/Damian/Duke: Hello!

Danny: Um Hello-

Dick: Bruce look! DUCKS!

Bruce: Omg! Hang on boys! We getting our Quack on! Bye Fenton! *Zooms away*

Danny: Hey watch it! You almost knocked our row boat over!

Jack: Don't speak to them son. They lower IQs. Let's just focus on our fish and our ghost hunting.