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Some how it becomes the least serious of all the teams. They act serious when needs dictate on missions and when they reconize the adults are looking. But the second they think nobody can see them they are the most kid like group of kids around.

The adults laugh about it and watch their antics but don't say anything about knowing cause these kids need to be kids.

Danny has had a terrible accident with his parent's portal, and now he has superpowers. On top of that, he's apparently got to be a "hero" and save Amity Park from other ghosts. He...he needs someone he can ask for help.

But not an adult. Adults ruin everything.

He needs someone his own age. Someone successful, a renowned hero with the training to match. Someone who's got it all together.

He flies to Gotham and stalks his prey...er, possible hero buddy.

He watches and waits, and when they're finally alone, he appears in front of them.

"Hey, I'm Phantom..." Danny makes himself intangible just as a katana slices through him, "Stop stabbing me it won't work, anyways I'm Phantom and I have a few questions about uh...being a hero. And a teenager. And going to school. Annnnnd you seem like you've got it all together, so...I thought I'd ask you?"

Damian, after the initial heart attack, is very flattered he cannot lie to himself about that.

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I will ship characters that not only never interact. I will ship characters that don't even exist within the same Canon universe.

normalize shipping two characters just because you like them both. “they never interacted” they interact in my brain when I think about them constantly. get fucked. they’re making out rn.

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DOPAMINE

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Question was he already floating up there when he started saying this or did he fly up while saying it.

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I literally can’t get myself to sit through movies that don’t have women. I’m like where the fuck are the women? Why are there so many men? This is boring as fuck goodbye

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But also the fact that the high school kids held their own against his goons. Like his Goons regularly fight Batman and his brood. Sure, they don't win, but it should give the good enough experience not to have any issue fighting a bunch of teens on a school trip. So here Oswald is extremely confused cause this teacher also is not fazed by the fact he openly admitted to trying to kidnap one of his students.

"Were very sorry sir. The children thought your people were from the government."

A small DP/DC promp

Casper high is on a field trip in Gotham.

Danny is in the team with Tucker, Kwan and Dash as most of the time.

They have a picture hunt around Gotham.

After a while they notice strange people in white following them. White jackets, black ties.

As Amity park kids the of course thought, these were GIW agents they don't know.

Everybody knows Danny is having to much ecto in his system. They sometimes see his eyes change color. No surprise if you think of the Fenton Parents lap safety.

So as the people get closer and one of them grabs Danny's arm. Dash hits him before they can speak.

They got in a big fight.

Penguin gets called cause his Goons are fighting a school class.

Things calm down quick as Oswald came. The Teacher told them to stop.

As he was talking to Mr. Lancer the Teacher said:" The children are very sorry. They thought your Henchpeople were part of the Government."

Penguins Goons are also very sorry:" We thought it was a Wayne kid."

Penguin has also some Questions in his head like: why would high school kids get into a fist fight with the Government?

And why did the Teacher think that was a reasonable explanation?

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I'm Still Standing

The League felt like they had a strong sense of Phantom’s power. After all, they wouldn’t have asked him to join the team, otherwise. He’s strong, he can fly, and due to his supernatural nature, he’s amazing on recon and stealth missions. He’s also incredibly reliable, and smarter than most people give him credit for. He’s a natural hero, a more snarky Captain Marvel, some news outlets have been saying. Always saving people with just the right words to say, with a humble smile on his face. 

Phantom, with all of his power, seemed untouchable in every definition of the word. 

And then they got invaded by Darkseid. 

It wasn’t the first time Darkseid had invaded Earth, but it was the first time bringing armies so large, the first time he’s attacked all over the world to spread the League thin. It is single handedly the worst alien invasion Earth has ever had. 

Batman, bleeding out on the sidewalk, Wonder Woman knocked unconscious and restrained by a nearly egregious amount of henchmen, Superman, weak from the kryptonite Darkseid had shot him with. Thankfully it had missed all the important bits, but with that bullet inside of him, Superman was also down for the count, as well as dozens of other League members. 

If it hadn’t been for Phantom, they would have lost. 

Phantom, who’s never been seen without a smile on his face until now. Phantom, who’s never had so much as a scratch on him, until now. Phantom, who has only ever been known to be kind and compassionate, even to his villains, until now. 

Usually there’s this sort of warm, comforting feeling that radiates from Phantom. It feels like a nice breeze on a warm summer’s day, a nice cup of hot cocoa, your favorite song. It’s a feeling of safety, as if everything will be alright just because he’s there. 

Here, though, something else, something much stronger, is radiating from him. It practically rolls off of him in huge waves, making those conscious around him more aggravated, more on edge.

Phantom pulls himself off of the ground. His suit is torn, and his green blood splattered on himself and the ground. He spits a glob of it out, along with a tooth. 

“Still, you stand,” Darkseid says, as if tired. “Do you not tire in the face of your own demise?”

“As long as I’m still standing, you won’t ever win,” Phantom says. His voice is low and threatening, reverberating eerily off of the broken infrastructure that surrounds them. It sends a chill down everybody’s spines, though if Darkseid is affected, he doesn’t show it. 

“Your comrades have fallen, your militaries have failed, and you have no other help arriving. Pray tell how one singular human will be able to take me down!” 

Phantom doesn’t answer right away. Instead, he walks forward so that his friends are behind him, and braces himself. Darkseid, unable to contain his own hubris, lets Phantom come closer. 

Phantom takes in a deep breath, as if he’s about to speak.  

Instead he wails. 

Any remaining glass shatters, raining down upon them as green sound waves push back the offending forces. 

And it’s loud, of course. The ears of Darkseid’s minions are bleeding, and many of them are either dying because it’s too much for them to bear, or they’re killing themselves to give themselves some modicum of relief. But it’s also more than that, more than noise. 

It’s mourning. 

The first feeling that overwhelms everyone is anger. Phantom’s anger at Darkseid, at the destruction, at the fact that he just can’t catch a fucking break and it’s not fair. The second, is the sadness. It weighs down upon their shoulders, suffocating them like smog. It invades every part of their being-their lungs, their joints, their very hearts-and it presses and presses and presses until there’s very nearly nothing left. 

Phantom still pushes on. He is nothing if not persistent, driven to fight, driven to protect his people, his team, his friends, his family. No mortal being could ever hope to have a lung capacity like this, but Phantom is no normal mortal, and Darkseid is finally starting to come to terms with that. 

The last wave of overwhelming emotion is more of an idea than it is an actual feeling. It’s not a threat, per se, but a promise. A promise to do everything in his power to destroy Darkseid and his forces permanently and with prejudice. A promise that no matter how hard Darkseid fights, he will not win. 

A promise that, if knocked down, Phantom will stand back up, and he will not lose. 

Eventually, after what feels like eternity, the wail dies down. There isn’t a single member of Darkseid’s army that’s still on their feet or in the air. Phantom collapses down to one knee, and bright, white rings flicker around his person for just a moment, before he wills them away and stands back up. 

It’s less walking towards Darkseid, and more stalking. They are not on equal footing. Phantom is the predator in every sense of the word, his anger and grief still radiating off of his body in ways that Darkseid is unable to comprehend. 

“Do you yield?” Phantom asks. His eyes are blazing green, burning into Darkseid’s very soul. It is a sort of animalistic, primal instinct deep within him that tells him, run, run as fast as you can. Darkseid’s hubris, however, remains unmatched. 

Even as he stares Death in the eye. 

“I do not,” Darkseid says. He tries to get to his feet, but his body won’t listen, still weighed down by the effects of Phantom’s wail. 

“Then as Phantom, King of the Dead, I hereby condemn you for the rest of your afterlife.”

“Don’t count your eggs yet, boy,” Darkseid spits. “I’m still alive.”

“No,” Phantom says, in a tone adjacent to someone who’s giving their condolences, “You’re not.”

Phantom gestures beside them, and Darkseid spares a glance and sees…Himself. 

His corpse is splayed on the ground, blood spurting out of his ears, nose, and eyes. He stares lifelessly up at the sky. The blood is still leaking down the sides of his face. 

“You’re dead now, Darkseid, and therefore under my jurisdiction. Due to your extensive list of crimes you will not receive a hearing, just your eternal damnation for the sins you’ve committed.”

Phantom waves his hand, and green chains and manacles appear on Darkseid’s wrists and ankles before he’s dusted out of existence, sent to his eternal punishment in another dimension. 

As soon as he’s gone, Phantom collapses to his knees. 

He’s not sure how long he’s there, sitting in the blood of those he’s killed, before Wonder Woman comes over. She’s covered in gashes and bruises and blood that isn’t hers, but she still stands tall and proud. A battle won is a reason for celebration, after all. 

He glances behind her, sees Superman taking Batman into his arms and flying off. 

Diana doesn’t ask him questions about how he’s feeling. A victory is a victory, sure, but not without its price. 

Instead, she holds out her hand. Danny grasps it, and allows her to help him to his feet. 

“As long as you can stand, you can win,” Diana says. “I think I’ll have to use that for my next big speech.”

“By all means,” Phantom tells her. “Just be sure to credit me.”

“Deal.”

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I just had a cursed ship pop into my head

Jack Fenton/Killer Croc

Just Jack being obsessed and not noticing how people react to Waylon, and completely missing the fact Waylon 110% tried to kill him much in the same way he is about Vlad just now with a giant angry reptilian career criminal

I-

oh my god.

Jack just fully ignoring Waylon trying to scare off Jack because he’s just so used to his wild ass life in Amity. Waylon truly enjoys his company (he does NOT want jack to catch wind of that at aLL)

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Precious baby. Baby needs all the treats. Soft places to sleep. Towers to climb. And all the cuddles.

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You know a reading list can only be so long before fics start giving up hope of ever being read because new shiny ones take their place as the next fic to be inhaled. Right?

Like think of all the long fics on my list that keep being pushed back.

context

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Ok that is adorable and I love it

Just realized that the reason I love making friends on tumblr is because it’s exactly how you make friends on the playground as a six year old. No, I don’t know their name but they love mermaids too and built this awesome sand castle. No, I don’t know their age but their imaginary cheetah is friends with mine. You like this show? You like this character?? You can sing the theme song really loud??? Here is a flower crown. Here is a juice box. You can share my time and I might never see you again but part of you stays in my soul forever. In my mind we’re still on the swing set and the sky is blue and nothing will ever be wrong again.

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Headlines across eight years. Who you vote for really does matter. None of these headlines delve into the Boar's Head listeria outbreak because I can only post ten photos in one post. But the slaughter house self regulate headline? Yup, that's why.

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Jason is barely conscious when they teleport away. He barely members the fight with this strange enemy. He remembers being grabbed and at first he thought it was a standard kidnapping. He was out as a Wayne and not in costume. But when he clocked the guy in the face he reconized this was alot bigger than he thought. The fight was a blur and all he knew was he was outmatched badly. At the end all he can do is register the green flames that engulfs them before being surrounded by ice.

He's placed on a table and easily pushed back down when he tries to get up. He hears people talking around him but doesn't understand the conversation. Can barely catch what is being said besides the fact it's about humans and rabies. It's when the Yeti steps into view and looks at him that he looses the battle with the concusion and slips into unconsciousness. His last thought being he really hoped this wasn't some lab trying to weaponize rabies again.

Jason has Ghost Rabies

(This is a copy of my post in the DPxDC community)

That's it, that's the post. Ghost Rabies.

(Except it wasn't. Thanksgiving sucked, so I wrote more.)

Danny is just minding his business in Gotham, trying to balance sleep and earning his doctorate, when he stumbles across this otherwise normal mortal who's showing clear signs of Ghost Rabies.

Most living people can't see the symptoms, of course. Frothing at the eyes, ectoplasmic discharge from the ears, spectral fire around the hands and legs. For a ghost, it means hallucinations, aversion to positive emotions, and an over-alertness towards perceived threats. Thankfully since they're already dead, it's not fatal the way mortal rabies can be if left untreated too long - so long as they eventually see a doctor, a ghost will be no worse for wear.

Danny has no idea why this living guy is infected, or what kinds of unseen mental symptoms he has, but it cannot be good for him. It might very well be fatal to humans!

So he grabs this beefsteak of a man out of the crowd, drags him to an alley with the intention to knock him out and drag him off to Frostbite, and -

- the guy fights back.

Normally mortals can't even give Danny a bruise these days, but this guy damn near breaks Danny's jaw with a single punch.

And Danny knows, rationally, it must be the Ghost Rabies giving this mortal supernatural strength. But his instincts are telling him that this grown-ass ghost just sucker punched him, and now he needs to teach a bitch a lesson.

And well, Danny hasn't let a ghost get away with shit like that in years.

By the time he gets himself back under control, Danny has one broken arm and the other wrapped around the tanky mortal's throat, there's smoking craters of ectoplasm pockmarking the street, someone is redirecting traffic around the "rogue fight," and there is a Very Concerned Looking group of rich assholes hovering just out of the blast radius.

So Danny scoops up his prize - who looks a little bit concussed, but is still squirming and trying to smack him - and, figuring his cover is already blown anyway, just straight up teleports them both to the Far Frozen in a swirl of green fire and stardust.

Fuck Gotham, anyway.

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Ok but what if it annoys them or they find it creepy and they stop writing or they were about to write again after years and decide not to cause I freaked them out?

me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you

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so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch

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Bruce was torn. On one hand he doesn't like the idea of someone being judge jury and executioner. He doesn't think heroes should kill unless absolutely necessary either. On the other hand they are his kids and he loves them and technically they are not killing people.

They are just setting an interdementional king onto the and making them disapear. On the one hand he is the king of the dimension and they have their own laws and courts and everything. On the other he can't ignore that most likely it's just his kids pointing and saying that one and it's guaranteed to be disappeared.

But ya see it's not guaranteed to be that way and they aren't judge jury AND executioner. And they are his kids. And they got rid of the joker.

Bruce desides to just leave the interdementional king to the JLD and not interfere with politics.

Red Robin: I think you're gonna have to kill these guys, Phantom.

Phantom: Aw damn, why me?

Red Robin: Your dad doesn't forbid killing.

Phantom:

Phantom: I'll just drop them in hell.

Red Robin: That would work, but are you sure?

Phantom: Prince of the Dead, remember? I have leeway B)

Phantom: Also War is the one who has to deal with the paperwork, not me.

Red Robin: Lucky.

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Ok but these are 2 kids in the world of adults. They are going to be attached at the hip.

The adults don't know they are 14. What if they think they are dating.

Then they find out 1 of the ancient beings is actually 14. What do they think of the other being who they now think is dating a 14 year old. Only to find out both of them are 14.

Heroes at the watchtower: Why are they staring at each other? I hope they get along..

14-year-old Danny in his adult ghost king form:

14-year-old Billy in his adult Shazam form: