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I will pay to watch this

therapist: cunt dracula is not real and cannot fuck you.

cunt dracula:

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Jason doesn't believe Danny is phantom until danny revealed himself.

Danny fenton was slowly but surely capturing the hearts of Gotham city, both by the rich, the poor, and the most dangerous gothamites with his inventions.

The Batman and the Robins fully believed he is the 'supervillain' rogue Phantom but can't seem to figure out a way to reveal him as the same person.

It actually comedical in a sense like some defying Fate is stopping them.

Take last week, for example, with Plan 82.5 that tim goes to Danny's shop with broken laptop while batman is chasing after phantom is using his machine ray to shot at every rusty old and damaged single water pipes into brand new pipes in the sewer across the opposite side of the city.

They easily passed by Killer Croc, who is currently in a therapy session with Dr. Jasmine Nightingale in a newly made oversized apartment space made in the very sewer sitting in a modified comfy couch made just for him as they were discussing his past and currently relationship.

Unfortunately, that didn't work as Danny opened the door, in dirt and oil covered uniform to Tim to bring him in, not a second later after Batman lost Danny.

Jason on the other hand, doesn't believe them at all that this himbo in tall twink shaped form can't not be a the massive tall, four armed, 6 eyed rogue that is phantom.

Until danny revealed that he was danny phantom.

"I still don't believe you."

Danny sighed after he just tranformed in ghost form, before spreading his his arms out as two arms reform out, as his back stretches getting 6 feet taller then he was and his green eyes split into 6 mini eyes, his humans teeths became sharp as Fangs.

"Oooooh, good illusion and cosplay, danny. That not going to fool m-"

Danny stuck his hand in his chest without actually hurting him.

"Now you believe me?"

"..."

".. excuse me, I need a moment." Jason proceed to faint on the spot.

Part 1 here <-

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Phantom the new rogue in gotham.

Gotham's new rogue started out during Gotham's museum new night theme space area that started at 9pm. Unfortunately, close due to the repaired need to be done instead of opening today as Bruce and his fam were with them, along with other people, sadly disappointed. (The bats had to fight two rogues who ruined the space part of the museum the previous night for attempt stealing a priceless artifact from there)

The group were in the museum garden when out of nowhere, the doors were close shut with glowing green chains, locking the garden area of the museum became ice cold.

Was it Mr. Freeze? No he was at the other side of Gotham city.

The culprit was a very tall, long white-haired androgynous person in an ancient looking uniform with six glowing green eyes, pointy ears and sharpen teeths, four arms pulling out a comedically large machine from the sparkling starlight that was his gravity defying robe.

"I had enough of this city, no stars in the sky, not even a single gleam of fresh air in sight, and now the space area of museum is closed down for repairs! I destroy the accursed clouds the dare block my views!"

"Gotham city can thank me, Phantom later!" The being named Phantom said before any of the Bats could distract the obvious new rogue for some of them to escape. The being pressed the button, causing the machine to shift, literally draining the city electric power, turning a ray toward the darken clouds, glowing an ominous lararus Pit green color blasting straight toward the sky as people started panic and scream.

The entire smog clouds that were covering black out Gotham city were being filled and coated over by Lararus Pit green glow before suddenly it was shrinking, along with the clouds and the smog...

30 seconds in in, the dark sky clear of the clouds completely the night sky full of stars, the moon was full and beautiful. Bruce immediately looked down to where the rogue was only to find him gone, along with the machine.

People were staring in awe at the night sky.

The bats would have no clue what had happen as day break in the next day, gotham city having a clear sky day with not a tiny bit of smog out beside a powder white cloud here and there.

Cass is typing in chat with the other robins.

Black Bat: i can fix him 🦇

Part 2 -> here

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The floating empire of Pharoah Duul Aman

It's not every Tuesday the Justice League encounters something like this, but this was new to Wonder Woman.

A giant island floating in mid air suddenly appeared in a flash of glowing green.

It was Egyptian yet futuristic, like Kemet, where a massive silver and green pyramid in the center with a large pulsing green ball constantly swirling in a barrier.

The building themselves were oddly a combination of modern with Egyptian hieroglyphics carved into them and plants coating and moving around buildings, puffing out icy breaths. It look to be a modern yet futuristic town.

There were people, yet.. odd looking with a pale blue color as some were floating around, the other chasing after their children, parents, floating babies sleeping above them attached to a purple leash wrapped around a Egyptian Mau cats as they talking about the next Hide and Fight game.

Before Wonder Woman could fly closer, she faceplanted right into a golden barrier.

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Tucker Foley was desperate to save Danny. After the GIW last attack, they severely injured Danny who pushed tucker out of harm way with a new untested ecto blaster that was stolen from the Fentons before. They gave up on hunting and helped Danny after his revealing.

The Portal was malfunctioned and breaking apart as it slowing eats out the Fenton's basement into it, even as he incase the town in a barrier of his own making to push out the GIW all out and hidden around town.

Danny, who is lays on the makeshift bed outside the Fenton house, Fangs grinding in pain with trails of greens and red pulsing through his skin with frantic Jazz trying to find another ecto-dejecto in the Fenton mobile knowing there is no more.

His hands trembled as he was performing a ritual, writing another hieroglyphics in Egyptian symbol. Sam was out the circle holding the Scarab Scepter using fenton gloves to keep her mind from being enchanted by it dark power.

Tucker knew he was the reincarnated Duul Aman. He can still remember everything of his past life even though he lied to his friends about that time when he went mad with power.

He remembered how blood thirsty and enraged with guilt weighed down Duul Aman to madness upon remembered his friend Danyal, who sacrificed his life for him.

Danyal, who was a foreign slave yet closest best friend in the world, looks too like Danny. He never lied when he said he and Danny had been friends since forever.

He knew who danny was danyal reborn the moment he saw that birth marks on his heel, the very same cresent moon shaped mark right against his heel.

He will not fall into the same madness that consumed his past life. He will save his best friend even..

Tucker quietly inhaled finishing the last piece of the ritual as he held mumbled a prayer to Bastet for protection, holding out his hand to Sam for the Specter

"You know what to do if I can't handle it, Sam." Tucker said to her softly.

"Are you sure this will work, Tuck?"

"I'd study this for a long.. long time, I did all the calculations 7 times to save Danny and fixed the portal leaking into our town. I need enough power, or else the ghost zone is going to implode on all of us, taking the planet and this dimension with it."

"And if it doesn't work.. well, it's was great being best friend with you, Grass eater." Tucker wobbly crack a smile. Sam rubbed her teary eyes a bit.

"If we survived this, I'm so shoving you into grass even with reality morphing powers, Tucker."

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Original comic by Rasenth

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John is salty as fuck.

How the fuck Red Robin got a Favor Ticket from the infinite realm?!?

He has been spending a 4 year and 8 months trying to figure the right ritual to summon that bastard right. All he gets is a dog sized looking green blob ball thing looking thing that take one look at him, say oooo and disappears on him, and yet the coffee obsessed robin figured it out in one shot to save batman?!?

Fuck this! He ignoring batman asking questions about the infinite realm, he need hardcover 99% alcohol liquor right the fuck now.

He sticks his middle finger as he leaves through the portal, closing it on his way out as he plop onto his bed in the house of mysteries, groaning out his frustration.

If John was paying attention, he wouldn't notice several dozen blob ghosts laying on his back, silently oooing on his slowly developing core.

Meanwhile

In crime city, Jason had given trying to removed this greenish lazarus pit cat sized goop off him for the last 6 hours. None of the robin seem to see it beside Cass, but the rage seem to be sipping away.

Part 2 here <-

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Imagine the horror upon the other bats seeing a walking flayed teen crouch down with only his baggy blood-soaked clothes on, cradling his left hand to his knee, poking Red hood unconscious form with a broken branch made stick.

Even though danny got flayed, his hair is still there, connected to his skull so it is much more terrifying to see a person with no skin on, bloody hair everywhere sticky out like something straight out of a horror scene.

Red hood fucking pass the fuck out after seeing the flayed man suddenly appear 3 feet closer then before.

Danny thinks this dude has a concussion with how hard he passes out, hitting the floor that hard. He didn't want to touch him with his bloody, skinless hand, so he used a branch from a nearby tree.

"Hey, are you friends of this guy? I think he needs a hospital because he woke up early and passed out again." Danny said nonchalantly turning his head to the bats.

Red Robin is taking pictures, Nightwing is throwing up in a nearby dumpster, Black Bat is holding an emergency bat Medic box, and Robin is being restrain by bat because he wanted to know how this demon pit like being still alive and walking.

DpxDc #10

A bit chilly out, isn't it?

kind of gory? Not in a violent way.

Danny felt cold.

Not his core cold, or winter cold, more like a “walking around without clothes cold”.

Skulker was right, at the end.

He got his pelt, and now…

Well, Danny was walking around without skin. Hence, the cold.

He wasn’t really worried, it would grow back like his missing organs did when the GIW emptied him out.

Long story short, Skulker was a bitch, he should probably find a way to stop dripping with blood (and possibly a coat) and try to figure out where he ended up after taking the wrong portal while escaping.

He was doing well at this point, he thought. The city he was in was gloomy and humid, which was nice since he was starting to dry out pretty fast.

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“What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-“

Jason stared at the walking flayed guy who was taking a nice stroll around the block.

Every step he took left a matching bloody print, and he could see every single fiber of the muscles tense and relax.

The more he stared at it, the more he hated it.

He immediately reached for the coms.

“I fucking hate it, what the fuck-“

He heard the others connecting.

“Hood, everything alright?”

“Fuck no, oh my god, I’m not gonna be able to sleep anymore, that’s the most fucked up shit I ever saw my entire life, what the fuck”

“Hood, report. What’s going on?” 

“OH MY GOD!” Everybody heard Oracle almost shout from the coms “That’s ugh- I’m gonna throw up, that- ugh-”

“Right?!”

“Hood! Report right now!”

“It’s like-It’s like this guy, walking around without skin and-“

Hood looked down at it. It was looking back.

“You know I can hear you, right?”

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The cursed book of ensnared Love.

Raven was re-scouting in the hidden gem of a curse shop for a new book as she had been here before to find rare and exotic spell books along with purple candles that smell like Jasmine.

A cashier girl by the name of Sam with a purple and green line in her hair was bored looking.

There was a new display on set where a blue book with a blue ice looking marble encased in the chest art design of a sleeping ice prince in some type of ice cover.

a small green sign saying in purple cursive writing cursed book, please do not touch without gloves on the side, ask Cashier for more.

Raven took a good look at the cursed book, seeing the book holder stand it was on was completely frozen solid in hardening ice.

Raven went over to ask Sam the Cashier about the book, who flicked her purple eyes at her.

Sam draggingly walk around her counter and stand next to the display in a bored dead tone that most cashier working at 3am would sound like.

"Here we have the cursed book of Ensnared Love once belonging to a tragdy royalty known as the Icy Prince of Far frozen. Legend said that Antarctica and Artic were formed by this book once belonging to a Kindly Prince who had the ability to control ice, some say say he even control space itself."

"His kingdom was made of blue ice, yet not a single person froze in this snowy kingdom for as Long as The Ice Prince had his crown and his ring at hand, the cold will never bothered them anyways." Sam said with a twitch of a smile.

"A beloved prince that the people know will be a great king as his older sister denied the crown, but tragedy was foretold as the prince's advisors, elderly older then ancients wanted power believing the prince will bring ruin to the land but only the prince was too strong, foolish kind and witty to beat every impossible challenge put ahead."

"The advisors decision enough was enough as soon as the Ice Prince's 18th birthday was almost here, they had concocted one last plan to entrapped the Prince to take the crown using a forbidden book that can ensnare even the most powerful beings across the realms. They plan successed but not in the way they had thought as they had hoped."

"For the ice prince opened the book, wearing the crown and the ring, chains immediately grappled him, dragging him into the book by force, that not even his greatest most dangerous ice spell could break them. The book closed shut the moment the ice prince was fully trapped inside, only to be frozen shut in the very last spell the ice prince casted alongside its curse that the book could only open by love." Sam spoke a bit more down as she was reenacting the scene as if she had seen it herself.

"The Advisors didn't know what to do, but with the Ice Prince trapped, the cold became unbearable to the people, their very kingdom, became a death sentence as Nobody could withstand the fatal freezing cold anymore. The book couldn't be grabbed unless by solid white fur gloves or if you wished to turn into a solid status of blue ice."

"This accursed book has been passed down from collector to collector as being in it presence sent chills down your spine like a Ghost, it is not for sale unless it is a equal trade for a curse book to a cursed book by the current owner named Tuck'a'man." Sam finished speaking as she mumbled the last bit, walking back to the cashier.

Raven took one good long stare at the book and a memory flash of Malchior in her thought. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she thought about it.

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Raven left the cursed shop, a floating bag in a shadow sphere followed behind her. A white book with a circle on the old display.

Sam counted to 100 before she smile brightly, bringing her cup of soda upward as she pressed the com in her hair pin.

"Operation hook up a prince phase 3 is a go, Jazz. Do you think this would work?" Sam said, sipping her soda a bit.

"If this doesn't work, then he stuck in that book until we go to the next dimension?"

"Yep, that the plan."

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Alfred would slowly nod and back out, considering this being was not attacking him immediately.

He can vague remember how a heavily pregnant Martha brought that piano long ago even though the previous owner said it was haunted and nevered play a key. Martha insisted on it still because she said he would be beautiful in our home, and she refused to go home until she got it.

Alfred still remembered the gleeful look Martha had whispering to the piano with the Icy encased marble in the fall board.

The piano never did play a key at all, like the previous owner said, even after the piano tuner checked it hundreds of times. The piano works fine but doesn't play at all, but Martha calls alfreds on the cell phone on how it plays beautifully, which helped her sleep whenever she had a tough time sleeping.

Alfred always thought she was dreaming about the piano playing, but now he fully believed it now.

There will be a cup of warm Jasmine tea and cookies with a note requesting a song with a ink pen the following night on a stand next to the piano that would be wipe cleaned the very next morning, a clumsily childish smile face written on it.

This became a nightly ritual that slowly became a norm that when Bruce grew up, became batman and the robin that came along with.

Dick, Jason, Tim, Step, Babs, Cass, and Damian would have their own encounter with the wispy ghostly pianist playing music by requesting to help them sleep.

One day, Damian would write a question to the spirit that would explain everything.

'Why do you keep playing music at night all this time?'

'Martha gave me her final request with a price for me to play the songs when their son didn't want me but needed me. I play for you all now who need me, but when you all don't need me but want me, then I must go.'

~{Heyyyy, I’m back! Sorry I got busy with some personal shit but it should be over now but if you gremlins don’t hear from me in a bit that’s probably it anyway here you gremlins go!}~

•Lullaby•

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Young master Bruce has started to speak again.

It was about a year after the very unfortunate deaths of Martha and Thomas Wayne that young Bruce was a witness too, and after that day the young master would almost never speak besides when he absolutely had too and how that broke Alfred’s heart how fast a bright and sweet child could be broken into a shell of their former self.

But Alfred had to stay strong and take care of the young master and he was doing just that for this past year but as stated before Young Bruce had started to talk again.

But instead of what Alfred would expect him to talk about like Grey Ghost or wanting story’s about his parents or absolutely anything else Young Bruce had talked about a song that he heard when he had a nightmare.

This made Alfred wonder if he needed his shotgun or if he needed to call a priest.

So like anyone in this situation would do Alfred subtly asked questions about the lullaby and what he had gathered from young Bruce’s words is that it was played from the grand piano in the house with muffled singing and this caused Alfred great concern at the thought of someone else in the manner but didn’t show it on his face only nodded to young Bruce’s words and changed the subject but not letting it leave his mind.

So here Alfred was walking down the hallway to where young Bruce said the song came from with his shotgun in hand and after a few more steps down the hallway a sound that Alfred hasn’t heard since Madam Martha’s death, the sound of th grade piano playing.

This made Alfred soften his steps to avoid all noises from him as while as fasting his steps until he reaches the door and from how the door was left ajar he could see inside the room and that’s when he saw them.

A figure in a long white dress with pearls around their throat that seemed to glow in the moonlight light that streamed in through a window their white hair seemed to glow as well until the ends of their hair which turned black but what really caught Alfred’s attention was the blackened clawed hands that skillfully played the piano.

But Alfred made a mistake a stepped a bit too loud and the song suddenly stop, the silents was deafening an Alfred looked up and made eye contact with the figure.

The pure black eyes of the figure.

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•Background•

Danny had been fully dead for about four years at this point.

After Maddie and Jacks betrayal after Danny had told them about what he was than them acting as though they accepted him only for them to trap him in the basement as soon as Jazz left for college.

In that horrible basement they tore him apart just to see what would happen luckily for Danny his core was somehow able to handle it until they cracked it when they tried a new invention on him and that’s when he become a Full-Ghost but not without causing everlasting damage on him they took his eyes and damaged his hands beyond repair.

So when he was transported in the Ghost Zone after his full death, he was basically helpless but he landed close enough to Clockworks Lair for him to pick Danny up and bring Danny back to rest up and heal, When Danny’s core was done healing all of the bits of himself that could be fixed Clockwork used some of his own power in somehow activate a hidden gene that came from long long ago where one of Jacks ancestors got married to a demon child.

This caused Danny’s hands and eyes to fix themselves and grow new but it did hurt and forever changed as his eyes were now pure black and his hands were now blacked and had claws but Danny wasn’t hurting anymore so he count this as a win. And with Danny now a full ghost he had all the time to do anything he wanted he even started to learn the piano!

But right now he is playing the piano in a manor for a young boy after being asked by his dead parents before they Faded and Danny would say he was doing a pretty good job at helping with nightmares.

That’s when he hears a footstep.

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•Little Facts•

•Martha and Thomas asked Danny to help because they talked with some other ghost *cough* Clockwork *cough* that said Danny has a soft spot for kids

•Little baby Bruce is just sleeping through all of this

•Danny and Alfred just staring at each other like

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•Alfred had a thing with Thomas and Martha in this

•This is not an Alfred X Danny, Danny looks 15 at most Alfred will think of him as a another kid

~{Sorry for not adding much here I am very tired and will probably add more later}~

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•Appearances•

Danny’s appearance-

And here’s the prompt that brought this on!

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~{And that’s it! Hope you gremlins like it! But for now byeeeeeeee}~

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The full reason why Trigon was going there was because he was going after Raven. Raven got way too comfortable in Danny's haunt because Danny had an absolutely set fully coresick verison of lovesick on Raven.

This was about three years ago when Raven knew it was time to cross dimension again before Trigon found her. It was her only last choice in the previous dimension before The Teen titans knew about what was going on.

She had been dimension hopping to hide away from Trigon for a long while, only to accidentally get rushed and slip between space the dimensions, crossing deep in the endless infinite realm part, her last vision was Cyborg and Beast boy about to break the barrier she place around the closing portal, Robin and Starfire not far behind.

Inside Prince Danny's personal collection room full of hearing statis planets that he had saved from blackholes right where he was about to pick up the tiny ball Planet name Kryton, talking to himself about how he found perfect replacement dimension that has two suns to release out of statis.

The girlish scream he let out and fumbled to grab the statis bubble he almost drop when a girl in a purple cloak crashed into his blob couch didn't help.

This began a serial chain of events as Danny tried and nearly successfully hide Raven from Pariah King in Amity Park, alongside holding back his barely contained feelings because Raven was hitting all his romance marks.

All cause, she nearly beat him fully into the afterlife from their first fight. He got it bad for her.

The general rule for courting a royal ghost like Pariah Dark is going at them and beating them. Just, beating the absolute shit out of them.

While Danny's fight with him was heavily assisted with the help of other ghosts, and he'd needed to use a suit, he had still been the primary fighter in that fight.

This puts Pariah Dark in a...very odd position after he gets out of the Foreversleep again.

Because this is a baby ghost. This is a child.

Officially, for all intents and purposes, Phantom is engaged to Pariah Dark. He has permission to utilize Pariah Dark's lair, command his servants, use the Ring of Rage or the Crown of Fire, and essentially act on Pariah's behalf when Pariah is out of commission.

Phantom. A child ghost in both form and age.

Pariah may be many things, but a cradlerobber is not one of them.

However, in ghost culture, if he were to turn Phantom away that would be a huge mark of disrespect towards Phantom, his lair, and his Fraid. Phantom would be marked as a target for other powerful ghosts to hunt down, and his Fraid would be hunted for sport, all for the crime of just being a child that was unfamiliar with their customs.

Sure, ghosts are already hunting Phantom for sport, but Pariah Dark does not want turning Phantom away to add to it; the boy's Fraid has remained relatively safe so far. He doesn't want a child ghost to be beaten into his core or that child's Fraid to be shattered because that child ghost happened to be, legally, a runaway child bride. Which is...a whole other disgusting thing and title he refuses to let any child have branded on them courtesy of him, Pariah Dark.

So he changes the rules.

He's Pariah fucking Dark, what, like he can't? Who's gonna stop him?

He decrees that defeating a royal doesn't mean earning a place as their spouse, but instead earns a place in their Fraid.

He decrees Phantom his son. As Phantom is now his son, that means that the Fentons are his kin by extension, and Amity Park/all of Earth a haunt that belongs to his own kin.

So he begrudgingly extends protection over all of it, as well as actually starts doing boring meetings and shit because his new son has, apparently, made a lot of powerful friends in the Zone, and he doesn't want to show discord to the outsiders.

So he'll respect his new son's contacts and alliances.

For now.

But news travels slowly, and Justice League Dark doesn't hear the addendum when they research new hero Phantom.

They find text regarding the old rules.

Just after they've found text essentially confirming that sightings of Phantom in the past were the result of time travel, just after Phantom himself slipped up and said he'd only been dead one year.

To say Diana of Themyscira is furious is an understatement.

She's ready to start a war.

For those who do not know, Wonder Woman is a member of Justice League Dark in it's current member list.

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If you like it and you should put a ring on it~♡

Trigon was trying to get through onto the earth using Raven's birthday as the teen titans and yoing Justice League have tried almost everything to stop it.

Raven is shakenly holding a glowing green sticky note, space designed candles and green chalk that she had left locked up tight in her room as her last option.

Drawing the summoning circle and all the symbols representing the solar system, planets, the sun, and the Pluto in the center. Beast boy, cyborg, starfire, and Robin were there as emotion support, while Justice League and Young Justice were fighting off the her half demon siblings.

She only told them that she knew an entity that could stop her father completely from entering the earth dimension..

She lighted the eight candles, each sparkling a different colored fire representing the planets as she light the ninth one representing Pluto in the middle, the green glowing pulsing through the summoning circle, the tiny ring box she kept in her cloak weigh on her mind.

"Azarath Metreon Zinthos!" A rush of stars dust and tiny specks metorite rises from the summoning circle, all which were defying gravity.

Raven can ignore wave sense of regret in her nevermore mindscape upon seeing the figure in a crouch position in midair, long white hair floating around with miniature galaxies swirling around the crown on his head, wearing a teal winter outfit with a fluffy white cloak.

Dull greenish blue eyes glaring upon her dark purple eyes, pointed long ears flatten down instead of peak upwards with that once goofy lovesick smile she was used to seeing long ago was gone with a small frown.

Raven refused to look fully at his hand he had crossed over his chest, one sleeveless.

"Greeting your majes-" Raven broke the silent pregnant quiet with a polite greeting by the entity whom ears flatten more downwards with a twitch, eyes blaring icy and narrowed as he slapped his hands on the summoning circle barrier, a massive cracked on the barrier, distorted the figure's more looking more elderitch, lichtenberg scars all over flashes on a faded human being glitches before the barrier instincrly repaired itself.

the mass coldness and weight pressuring the entire living room from that crack made the rest of the teen titans shiver heavily before the crack was healed fully, leaving the room silence.

"Don't you fucking dare act like that after what You done, Raven!" Hissed the being, his mouth gritted with sharp fanged before he closes his eyes and breath in slowly, a four minute go by before he exhale specs or stardust and ice float out, before his eyes open and the blue was more visible then green in his eyes.

"It's trigon again, that why you summon me. Not to apologize, not to give me a reason, a time of day on why you slash off my arm that day or vanish after and hide like you do in nevermore with the fucking Specter Deflector 5.9."

Raven's eyes twitch a bit as she remains calm before seeing a glint she never seen in Danny's eyes.

"You know I'm not letting you go off scotch free this time again, Raven. I'll help you and your daddy little tantrum, but you know what you have to do, don't you~?" Danny's nearly feral grim practically glow send a goosebumps down her spine, but that was normal.. wasn't it?

"Raven, what ring is he talking about?"

Raven knew what ring danny was talking about, her teammates' voices of concened were distant as she pulled out a ring box from the shadow in her purple cloak that held her ring box.

Her wedding ring that she never put on due to the guilt with the gleeming Musgravite sculpted in the shape of a nesting raven with green eyes on a golden ring.

Raven looked at Danny and the fight outside in a jump city with the looming threat that was her father, before sighing and gazed back at danny.

"I guess I'll shoulda put ring on it." Raven spoke out, Danny's eyes widen before a goofy lovesick smile spills from his lips as he giggles, which turns into a full-blown laugh with his head swinging back, his hand covering his face.

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Jolly stringbean.

Babs was sitting at her desk in the library, glaring holes into the obviously hiding in disguised Tim.

Her friendly smile could hide the twitching lip as she checked out books for the few people in line. Ignoring the constant buzzing coming from the BatChat.

Bruce and the Robins had let this lie down after 3 weeks, which was a clear point that she knew they feared her, but it seemed Tim didn't get the memo.

Reminder note to replace his yearly concentrated espresso coffee supplies with decaf, and uploads his embarrassing toddler videos in him in a ducky outfit singing the duck song on the media.

Thankfully, Danny kept her wedding ring translucent, considering she was pretty sure Isabelle would try to chew on it again after she left it on her nightstand last time.

A different chime buzz on her phone as she flick her gaze at it, the message comes from Jolly StringBean💚 with a gif pfp of a tall elderitch sleeping, very inhumane impossible position on the kid's wardrobe after Isabella got sick that one time, only for his long ears to ping upwards startle with his glowing green eyes flashing the screen, white hair expanding to reveal camouflage fake hundreds of glowing green eyes like a peacock, tripping and falling off where he was standing as she had accidentally startled him awake in that moment.

She glances back at tim, who at the time was being distracted by a book before looking into the chat real quick.

Jolly StringBean💚: Dante and Isabella figured out the juice was on the top shelf of the fridge and tried to get it out, only to fail again.

Danny sent a few pics of 3 year old Dante and Isabella trying to sneak into the fridge. Isabella determined face while Dante looked around, obviously searching for danny, scratching his split white and black curly hair a bit.

The second one is Isabella standing on Dante crouching as she tries to pull the tropical punch out of the fridge after they open it.

The third Pic was Isabella falling backward due to the weight of the juice container being very heavy, her face completely surprised and gobsmacked.

Fourth pic was Dante sobbing on the floor, his tiny hands rubbing his eyes with tropical punch spilled all over the floor and Isabella sucking onto her hand, both of them soaked in fruit juice with the broken fruit punch container between them on the floor, in front of the fridge.

Along with the last Pic of Isabella taking a bath, Dante's puffy red eyes as he nibble on a blob ghost marshmallow already in a fluffy bunny towel, Isabella smacking the tiny green glowing ship on duplicated danny's obviously screaming as she didn't want to leave the bubble bath.

Babs's eyes soften in amusement before immediately blanking her phone to off upon seeing Tim at the front of her desk.

"Are you checking out these books, Tim?" Babs said with a polite smile planted on her face as she scanned the books.

"Who was that guy's voice on your com? Are you dating again? What if he is a-

"Tim, I have your ducky video on speed dial to be sent to the media. Do you really want to test me in public?" Babs comeback with a bright smiling that sent shiver down Tim's spine.

"...."

"My thoughts exactly, now your book is due next Saturday, don't be late again." Babs said, putting in the due date in the book's folder. Tim's eyes narrowed as she knew this wasn't over by far.

Babs watched and waited until Tim left the building completely before wheeling over to where he was spying on her, checking every shelf and book using her extender stick to find 5 mini batspy bots cameras planted.

This noisy litt-.. Babs took a deep breath as Frostbite told her not to get too angry in her state as she disabled the batspy bots.

She can't wait to get home and be a potato on the couch watching Danny cook. It is spaghetti and fudge brownie night.

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[emacrow]

Could you do a continuation of Oracle's husband

I'm in the process making

[emacrow]

Klarion was just escaping after a good fight with the young justice league, with teekl laid in his arms.

Only to find that He was being followed by a pretty twink for the passed three and half block. Unfortunately for him, he is going to met a painful end in the fire only to find his hand grabbed, chaotic powers neutralized immediately the overwhelming sense of balance coating over him as he was being carried bridal style.

Oh..

This is actually happening.. to him?

Now, klarion only heard rumors of people of balances being the opposite source of chaos as soul mates with the strength of pure possessiveness. Along with stories about them were practically fairy tales at this point in time, and klarion been around for a very, very long time.

He is ignoring his rapidly beating faster then light speed heart as he glances up at the Stardust coated freckles, luminous bright icy blue with green pupil eyes, glowing lichtenberg scars creep like vines going upwards from his collar part of his shirt towards the end of his chin.

Klarion can handle this. He is not internally geeking out, nor was he ignoring Teekl's smug-looking face as she flick her tail a bit.

One in many lifetime opportunities of meeting a person of pure balance will not stop him fro-

"H-Hey, are you listening?" Klarion's heart nearly leaps as the smooth tone of his very soulmate looking concerned and awkwardly trying to get his attention.

Seem that Klarion was taken to the Safe place of his Soulmate.

Meanwhile, Danny is freaking out that he accidentally kidnapped the most prettiest guy he had ever seen along with their cat who was looking oddly smugged.

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[emacrow]

The Eternal Protector breaks free.

The earth trembled as people across the world were noticing a rapid increase of water shrinking.

Miles and miles of exposed land that were covered in seaweeds, shelled crustaceans, and garbage, a couple of unfortunately fishes were being revealed from all beaches.

News reporters on planes showing live footages Thin like Mountains of sands connecting across the continents to find the source of the issue but was that wasn't shocking as they were watching two colossal like towering humanoid wearing a black royal uniform with over growled dead coral all over in a mystical like decorations above where Challenger Deep was.

What kept going was the extremely gigantic amount of luminous white hair coated on stardust and varieties, glowing turtles of different sizes, and a single enormous glowing chain.

One enormous glowing golden chain barely hanging on a with a massive crack out the ocean snapped like an overused elastic band, leaving its broken form and dying glow out chains the Colossal like being flew into space leaving a mass spread of Aurora lights across in many glowing green colors in the middle of the late afternoon, with the very center was a bright white light only for it to suddenly disappear in the spam of 10 minutes.

One reporter would catch one sighting of Aquaman along with hundreds and hundreds of cheering Altanteans in the water, his hands extremely bruised, bloodied, and wrapped in eelgrasses makeshift of bandages.

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[emacrow]

If they think Danny was the feral one, wait til they meet his kids. Dante abs Janelle are beautiful name and i know damn well if they'll think Dante would be the most feral son like dick was as a teen.

No.

It would be Janelle as she somehow made Gotham middle school full of elephant toothpaste, 3 million tiny rainbow colored batfam themed glowing duckies hidden everywhere in gotham city and bright pink glitter explosion in the bat's that would be never seem to fully get rid of in the next couple of years, and Scarecrow has tried everything.

Down Bad in Distress - Part 2

Part 1 | Masterpost

The many—MANY—instances of Bruce's bodyguard being terrifyingly brutal for him and his family and how that turns Bruce on.

Bruce isn't stupid. He knows Danny knows. It’s obvious—damn obvious—considering the way Danny just knows. There was that one time, the alley, Bruce barely holding himself together after 50-something hours with no sleep. He could barely stand, muscles sore and head swimming. And then, like some kind of twisted serendipity, Danny shows up.

Takes one look at the mess Bruce is in—Batman—and doesn’t hesitate. Not even a breath. Just pure, unfiltered instinct.

Danny moves like a blur, swift and terrifyingly efficient. A punch to the throat here, a knee to the gut there. A quick, brutal twist of a wrist. The next thing Bruce knows, the guys who dared lay hands on him are unconscious, twitching, moaning on the ground.

God, Bruce is so turned on.

Danny doesn’t even break a sweat.

"Bruce," Danny hums, voice steady despite the adrenaline. It’s a casual thing now—calling him by name, no more “sir” or formalities. It’s just Bruce.

Then, like it’s nothing, Danny looks at him with that grin—sharp, dangerous. “Ah, Batman,” he corrects with a wink, scooping Bruce up like he’s weightless.

Bruce can’t stop himself from groaning as Danny effortlessly pulls him into his arms. “I should get you a mask,” Bruce rasps, more out of breath than he should be. “Makes you less... noticeable...”

Danny just chuckles, the sound low and throaty, almost predatory. “I wouldn’t worry about that for now,” he whispers, brushing his thumb across Bruce’s cheek—the cowl was a bit damaged then— gentle for a moment before his eyes harden. He turns to the Batmobile, his gaze narrowing as he finds it.

Bruce doesn’t remember much of the ride after that. Just that Danny shut the door, locked it from the inside with an ease that makes Bruce’s head spin. Then, Danny was gone—just for a couple minutes.

And in that short span of time, Danny makes sure every bastard who dared lay a hand on Bruce pays.

Bruce tries not to think about what that means. But the sound… the crash of broken bones, the sickening snap of necks twisting the wrong way, the gurgling sounds of blood, the wet, gut-wrenching thud of bodies hitting concrete—

Danny’s movements are terrifying. Almost animalistic. Every strike, every slam of a fist into someone’s jaw, every bone-crushing hold, speaks of an intense, controlled fury. Danny is a blur of muscle and violence, one second here, the next there, and then there’s another man crumpling to the ground in a heap of broken limbs.

None of the blood on him is Danny’s.

Bruce should be terrified. He should be scared, heart racing with the realisation that this man—this force of nature—has just torn through half a dozen people who hurt him. Hurt his boss.

But instead, Bruce just feels fascinated. Mesmerized.

And when Danny finally returns, grinning with blood splattered across his face like some deranged warrior, his eyes are wild—alive in a way Bruce can’t explain. He slips into the driver’s seat, that same grin still there, as if nothing had happened at all.

And Bruce? He’s too exhausted to care. His body aches, but there’s a strange comfort in knowing Danny’s got this, got him. That no one can get to him.

Danny's here. Danny's always here. And Bruce can rest. He can finally—finally—breathe.

Another time Danny made it painfully obvious that he knew about their vigilantism—and didn’t give a single damn—was with Tim. Tim, who’d gone off on a mission for Young Justice, thinking he could handle it alone.

Only, it didn’t go well. Not well at all.

Tim ended up cornered, a stab wound slashing through his side, blood pouring out fast, dark, and sticky. He could feel it, the sharp sting, the coldness creeping in as his vision blurred. He was surrounded, and the world seemed to close in.

Until it didn’t.

Until something shifted. A glimmer of blue, a flash of eyes that—holy hell, they looked like Jason’s. But no, this wasn’t Jason. Not by a long shot.

Tim’s breath catches as he watches Danny step into the scene.

And then—shit.

Shit.

Tim can’t look away as Danny rips through his attackers like they’re nothing. A fluid, terrifying motion as he dissects each man with brutal precision, a graceful violence that makes the blood freeze in Tim’s veins. The way Danny moves—it’s like he knows exactly where to strike. One punch to the ribs and a sickening crack. Another knee, this time to a face, and the crunch of bone sounds like it could split the air. The men go down, every one of them, but not dead. No. Danny doesn't kill them.

Danny makes sure they’re never the same.

Tim swallows hard, fighting the tremble in his limbs. This—this isn’t just violence. This is... art.

Danny doesn’t leave any of them in one piece. They’re crippled. Broken. Their bodies are alive, but their spirits—those are shattered, scattered across the ground like so many forgotten things. It’s agonizing to think about, the kind of agony that Tim can feel deep in his bones.

And that’s what makes Danny so fucking terrifying. Because he doesn't leave bodies behind—he leaves wreckage.

"Hey, little red," Danny hums, a voice that cuts through Tim’s foggy mind. The next thing Tim knows, he’s being lifted, cradled with a tenderness that shouldn’t exist in a situation like this. Tim winces at the wound, trying to hide it, trying to do something—anything—but he’s too slow. Too weak.

Danny sees it instantly, those eyes of his—green and blue—zeroing in on the bleeding wound like a hawk.

Tim’s breath catches, but he doesn’t fight. He can’t. Not when Danny is already lifting him up, his hands gentle, soft in a way that feels so wrong against the violence.

And then—everything shifts.

In one second, they’re in the middle of nowhere. The next, reality seems to tear apart. Like it’s nothing to Danny, like he’s just walking through a door no one else can see. Tim watches in awe—horrified awe—as the fabric of the world bends around Danny, as he steps into that tear and pulls Tim through with him.

Tim can’t breathe. Can’t think. This isn’t possible.

Danny isn’t human. The family has known that for a while now.

But right now? All Tim can do is bask in the warmth Danny gives, listening to the soft hum of his voice, the way he whispers words Tim can’t even hear as they step further into the rift. The world warps with every movement Danny makes, every step a new layer of reality bending under his feet. And Tim? He’s safe. Safe in Danny’s arms. Safe in the strange, dangerous embrace of a man who would tear apart the world just to keep what is his from harm.

And for a moment, Tim can’t find it in him to care about anything else.

Jason’s been saved by Danny a couple of times now—he’s basically Jason’s emergency contact at this point. But it’s not just about the saves. Hell, it’s not even always about the blood and the violence (okay, mostly it is). It’s the fact that Danny won’t hesitate to fuck someone up—no hesitation, no second thoughts—just because they laid a hand on him.

Jason’s seen what Danny can do with his bare hands, and that’s impressive. Fucking terrifying, even. But there’s something else, something better, when Danny takes Jason’s guns and uses them. Every time Danny picks one up, it’s like the gun becomes an extension of him—like it was him. Jason’s watched him shoot with the precision of a trained gunslinger, every shot landing exactly where it needs to. It’s flawless. It’s beautiful.

And every time, Jason can’t help but feel this sick kind of gratitude.

His aim? On fucking point. And Danny—Danny’s so damn sure of himself, so sure that the bullet will hit its target, that Jason can’t look away. Can’t stop being in awe of him.

“Kid, you good?” Danny’s always smiling when he turns back to Jason, handing him the gun after the fight. That smile—there’s something about it that Jason just... wants to hang onto. He almost doesn’t want to take it back.

But he does. Because Danny always says the same thing.

“Take it back, kid. I ain’t using it anywhere without you. I know to not use guns around your dad.”

And fuck, that makes Jason flinch.

Danny. Danny.

For all the violence in the world, Danny’s the one who always holds back around Bruce. He’ll go feral, he’ll tear through anyone who dares hurt Jason—but never, never around Bruce Wayne. There’s no gun, no weapon anywhere near Bruce when Danny’s around. Even when it’s needed. Even when it’s called for. Danny won’t break that rule. He just won’t.

Jason once saw someone give Danny a gun during an attack at a Wayne gala. What did Danny do? He didn’t even think about it—just aimed it right at Two-Face’s head and then fucking beat the shit out of Dent with a fucking chair. Like it was nothing.

“Hey, kid? You know I ain’t as human as most should be, right?” Danny’s voice pulls Jason out of his thoughts, like he’s trying to make sure Jason’s still listening.

Understatement of the fucking century.

“Yeah?” Jason mutters, glancing over and blinking when he sees not the usual sharp blue eyes but glowing green.

“Wanna know why?”

Jason pauses, the weight of Danny’s words hitting him. He nods.

Danny ruffles his hair, that fangy grin still stretched across his face.

“I died at fourteen and came back different.”

And Jason? He freezes. His heart drops, confusion slamming into him like a fucking truck.

What the fuck?

Danny Fenton, what the fuck?!

Dick Grayson is instantly reminded of Clark the first time he meets Danny. All smiles, sunshine, and that whole "I’m here to save the day!" vibe. But then Dick hears about all the crazy shit Danny’s done for his family, and—okay, maybe this guy isn’t just sunshine and rainbows after all. He can tear into people with detached precision if they touch Bruce. He tracks down Tim like a bloodhound, leaving a trail of broken bodies in his wake just to make sure Tim doesn’t get into trouble. And, hell, he looks at all the carnage around Jason and just dives right in, getting himself bloody for the guy like it's nothing.

Yeah, Dick wasn’t entirely sure about Danny at first. Too sunny, too good-natured, too... weirdly capable, you know? But then, one day, he gets the chance to sit down with the man during an outing—on a beach, of all places. Danny’s on duty, of course, but he’s hanging back under the shade of an umbrella like he’s chill about it. Not that anyone in the family needs to be guarded at the moment, but Danny’s still there, staying alert like a hawk.

And it’s… well, it’s amazing. And a little unnerving how dedicated he is. He just sticks around, no complaints, never asking for a break. Like, this is his life now—keeping them all safe, no matter what.

“You should go on vacation sometime,” Dick suggests, sidling up to where Danny’s lounging. He’s trying to be casual about it, but honestly, the guy works too much.

Danny raises a brow, his grin widening. “Are you trying to get rid of me, Boy Wonder?” he laughs, tilting his head like it’s some kind of joke.

Dick feels personally offended by that. “Ugh! How dare you think I’d get rid of our amazing bodyguard! What would we do if Damian can’t reach a kitten in a tree? Call Superman?” Dick presses a hand to his chest, dramatically swooning like Danny’s just committed a capital offense.

Danny’s grinning back, but he sighs. “You could. But honestly, I’d appreciate the vacation. It’s just… I can’t get a good night’s sleep if I leave any of you alone. It keeps me awake. Thinking about you people.”

Wow. Just… fuck, Dick has never heard someone say that about their family. Heroes and vigilantes, they’re supposed to be competent, right? It’s expected. But Danny? He looks at all that competence and still chooses to protect them anyway. He doesn't need to, but he does. What a fucking gem.

“Not that I don’t want to go home! My sister and kids keep nagging me about it, actually,” Danny adds with a huff, fond and amused.

Dick freezes.

“You have kids?”

Danny blinks, clearly confused. “Yeah? I have two. A son and a daughter… Erm… My son, Dante, is around Jason or Cass's age. And my baby girl—Janelle—is… a little older than Damian, I think.”

Dick blinks.

“Wait, you’re a father?!”

Masterpost

[emacrow]

You have something that belongs to me.

The world was shaking within a void of Glowing Green as the Justice League was listening on what John was explaining that the Infinite King that supposedly is a Protector has been gone off the rails in straight panic for the past 4 months straight because something very life or very death Important was taken from him and he been on a rampaging hunt throughout the multiverses, literally tearing and reforming them as he went, as John described the tip from Deadman.

Unfortunately, what was important to the Infinite King is on this earth. John immediately cut off Bruce as trying to fight him all together even with Superman that Infinite King would easily squish Superman like a mosquito with only just a tiny breath.

Just let the Infinite King find what he is looking for and pray that it is safely unharmed so we may survive afterward.

That was 3 hours ago after Batman went back to gotham, as Batman stared in horror of a larger then Life elderitch being had both of his arms deep in Jason's chest.

"You have something that belongs to me." The Infinite King hissed.

Just hearing the hitched Gasp in Jason's voice was reeling in the terrible flashback of that night that triggered his fight instinct, only for the very shadows seemingly holding him back by literally force.

Only for the Infinite King to pull out a tiny lararus Pit coated goopey naked 4 year old girl sobbing out daddy with her arms stretched out, doing tiny gimme hands toward the king.

"Oh Ellen..."

Jason's body was seemingly unharmed, beside the raspy breathing that was slowly developing into a hyperventilating hysteria after being chased like a hunted rabbit from a savage starving wolf for three hours straight by this elderitch being in Crime Ally.

The Large humaniod Elderitch being with several glowing green eyes that was a nightmare fuel, mixes together with stars, galaxies, and secrets untold slowly shrank more and more becoming more human in a gruesome fascinating way that would Haunt Bruce's nightmares for years to come.

the Infinite King was now a Teenager with glowing white hair defying gravity, tanned star coated skin, large teaey icy blue eyes in a black winter suit with a DP symbol delicate, holding the whimpering little goopey girl close to his chest, covering her with a star covered cape now blanket as he kissed her forehead looking at Jason.

"Jason Peter Todd, I am sincerely thank you for letting my daughter possess your core after she accidentally went off on her own and accidentally dipped into the deep end up Tainted Ecto portals. Your core will be healing in a few months after Ellen had kept using yours to save her own destabilizing."

"I must go now before she began to destabilize more, but here is my contact ritual." The infinite King disappeared into a clearer glowing green lararus Pit portal after a good bow, leaving behind a note on Jason's lap.

The coms were suddenly back on as Tim's voice could be heard.

"So the reason why Jason was all Trigger gun happy was cause he was accidentally pregnant with the infinite king's daughter?"