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Big Sister Loves You

Inspired by: @charlietheepicwriter7 post >Here<

Warning! Description of violent murder, the Ring/Grudge style ghost Jazz, and kidnapping of minors. This is just a short blurb I thought of and had to write given it is Halloween. XD

That beast, he thought that if he chopped her into pieces he could save himself. That she would be unable to form. He actually thought that he could prevent her wrath by phasing the pieces of her corpse into the vast reaches of the globe. While it did slow her down a bit, there was nothing in this or any universe that would stop Jazz Fenton from helping her baby brother. Jazz was not like Vlad Masters, she was not half so pathetic as he was. Jazz was calculating, she was determined, and she was made of love.

It took her ages, so much time was lost just pulling herself together. But that was alright, she had Time, she always had Time on her side. She had time enough to gather herself, time enough to gain power, time enough to train her new form and powers, time enough to find the beast that murdered her parents and stole her brother and niblings. Time enough to chase him down to the wretched little corner of the multiverse he thought he could hide away in. It was different, unfortunately she had to relearn herself once again after going through a portal into that world. But it didn’t matter, she was determined. She could sense her dearest family somewhere in that city. Blocked by a ghost shield no doubt.

That didn’t matter, she was patient, she could find a way in with enough time. Danny and her niblings would be safe while she worked on it. Because she had found him~

Dear Vlad wasn’t expecting her, he hadn’t been ready to be met with her ghost. Not the dark twisted version of what she had made him. She should have been bright, joyful, but instead her long hair fell in sleek watery black waves, stretching long behind her into the abyss. Her limbs only barely attached to her torso and head. Her eyes a dark, fathomless abyss. Blood trailed after her in puddles and floods. He did try to fight back, the coward. But Jazz had long reached the point of Calamity, she was not just a ghost anymore but a vengeful reckoning.

Vlad had taken everything from her. He had killed her parents, killed her friends, kidnapped her brother and niblings, killed her. He must have feared that this would happen, after all he had tried so hard to keep her buried. But she was a Fenton and Fenton’s were not silent. Though he managed to get a few hits on her, he was really no match for her fluid movements, for the boiling rage she carried in her core, for the love that drove her to continue on, for the way she plucked his core from his chest and crushed it between her fingers. With his ghost half gone he was only a pathetic rapidly fading old man, scrambling to get away from her. But she was not merciful as he had not been to her.

What was left of Vlad was found the next morning by his secretary plastered in blood and viscera across his office walls, floor, and ceiling. His perfectly preserved head placed neatly upon his desk with an expression of unspeakable horror on his face.

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Batman(On the subject of Nightwing): You can take the boy out of the circus, but you can’t take the circus out of the boy.

Nightwing: Your arch enemy is a clown and I’m surrounded by more people in tights than I was in the Flying Graysons. I never left the circus.

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DP x DC prompt - "Everyone knows cops aren't real"

Listen - I know that in DP that cops exists and that the Amity Park Police are a thing...

BUT!

Hear me out...

I like to imagine that Amity Park exists in a little bubble where virtually no crime existed before the Ghost Portal incident

So although some elder folks (who moved to Amity Park when they were very little) have some vague memories of law enforcement - 99.99% of the town don't know what cops/police are

[To be clear - the world outside of Amity Park functions normally and has cops/police]

[For some reason - whenever Amity Parkers leave Amity for vacation or otherwise - they alway somehow avoid any interaction with police]

[ALSO - Walker is a ghost, so Danny thinks that Walker made up the idea of police/law enforcement]

This becomes a problem when Danny (for whatever reason) ends up in the DC universe

Danny [after getting caught doing what others consider a crime but what Amity Park considers teenage fun]: Hahha very funny - everyone knows that cops aren't real

[INSERT DC character of choice]: Not funny kid...*trails off as he realizes Danny isn't joking*

Danny: O.O

[DC character of choice]: You...you do know that police are very much real, don't you? It's important to me that you know cops exist...

Danny: O.O

[DC character of choice]: *near tears*

What entails is a comedic montage of trying to convince this feral child that law enforcement is very much a real thing (the existence of vigilantes and superheroes does not help at all...

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some magma doodles of the youncles au by @leeseechkeens. i'm addicted to it just a little

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doodles (as i avoid work) of the super awesome you wouldn't like me alive fic by @ectoplasmranch which i binge read in a 7 hour sitting yesterday

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Spleen Suprize

Completely random idea popped into my head that I thought I would share. Basically what if Ras had had Dan, Danny, and Dani pods in same room Tim’s spleen is stored in and the bats thought that he cloned Tim using the spleen.

Imagine if Vlad had a tiff with Ras Al Ghul over something and Ras goes to take Vlad out, only to find three kids being held captive in what looks like Lazarus water fill pods. This only make Ras further feel justified in dealing with the arrogant pest. But who is he to pass up taking some potential assets.

So the pod kids ,one boy who looks 16, another boy who looks 14, and a girl who looks 12, and all of Vlad’s data and equipment in the lab are packed up and brought back to Nanda Parbat. Unfortunately just after everything has been unloaded into a storage room to be sorted through later is when the Bat and his brood come charging in and making havoc.

As predicted the Bats hadn’t appreciated all the clones of Damian being sent to kill him. Since it was clear the bat brood were targeting all the labs.

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Mean while the bats have finished uploading viruses and burning the other labs when they come across one that was barely more then a storage room. Inside they find what looks like a shelved cloning project, including three teens, oh and the jar with Tim’s spleen. Fudge, now he has to tell them he is actually missing a spleen. Good thing he was already in compartmentalization mode to not Greek out over his clone kids, that he is going to be so much better to than Superman was to Kon, that argument will have to wait.

Now than I am thinking that Vlad had kidnapped Dan and forced him to fuse into a clone body, and then was keeping him asking the pod while his memory was being wiped and rewritten into the son Vlad wanted. Dani had witnessed part of that and went to Danny for help, but Vlad decided her accidentally getting away would actually be the perfect bait for a trap. And you can guess the rest from there.

But I encourage you to add on with reblogs. Likes are nice but reading what you add is better.

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Big Sister Loves You

Inspired by: @charlietheepicwriter7 post >Here<

Warning! Description of violent murder, the Ring/Grudge style ghost Jazz, and kidnapping of minors. This is just a short blurb I thought of and had to write given it is Halloween. XD

That beast, he thought that if he chopped her into pieces he could save himself. That she would be unable to form. He actually thought that he could prevent her wrath by phasing the pieces of her corpse into the vast reaches of the globe. While it did slow her down a bit, there was nothing in this or any universe that would stop Jazz Fenton from helping her baby brother. Jazz was not like Vlad Masters, she was not half so pathetic as he was. Jazz was calculating, she was determined, and she was made of love.

It took her ages, so much time was lost just pulling herself together. But that was alright, she had Time, she always had Time on her side. She had time enough to gather herself, time enough to gain power, time enough to train her new form and powers, time enough to find the beast that murdered her parents and stole her brother and niblings. Time enough to chase him down to the wretched little corner of the multiverse he thought he could hide away in. It was different, unfortunately she had to relearn herself once again after going through a portal into that world. But it didn’t matter, she was determined. She could sense her dearest family somewhere in that city. Blocked by a ghost shield no doubt.

That didn’t matter, she was patient, she could find a way in with enough time. Danny and her niblings would be safe while she worked on it. Because she had found him~

Dear Vlad wasn’t expecting her, he hadn’t been ready to be met with her ghost. Not the dark twisted version of what she had made him. She should have been bright, joyful, but instead her long hair fell in sleek watery black waves, stretching long behind her into the abyss. Her limbs only barely attached to her torso and head. Her eyes a dark, fathomless abyss. Blood trailed after her in puddles and floods. He did try to fight back, the coward. But Jazz had long reached the point of Calamity, she was not just a ghost anymore but a vengeful reckoning.

Vlad had taken everything from her. He had killed her parents, killed her friends, kidnapped her brother and niblings, killed her. He must have feared that this would happen, after all he had tried so hard to keep her buried. But she was a Fenton and Fenton’s were not silent. Though he managed to get a few hits on her, he was really no match for her fluid movements, for the boiling rage she carried in her core, for the love that drove her to continue on, for the way she plucked his core from his chest and crushed it between her fingers. With his ghost half gone he was only a pathetic rapidly fading old man, scrambling to get away from her. But she was not merciful as he had not been to her.

What was left of Vlad was found the next morning by his secretary plastered in blood and viscera across his office walls, floor, and ceiling. His perfectly preserved head placed neatly upon his desk with an expression of unspeakable horror on his face.

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Big Sister Loves You

Inspired by: @charlietheepicwriter7 post >Here<

Warning! Description of violent murder, the Ring/Grudge style ghost Jazz, and kidnapping of minors. This is just a short blurb I thought of and had to write given it is Halloween. XD

That beast, he thought that if he chopped her into pieces he could save himself. That she would be unable to form. He actually thought that he could prevent her wrath by phasing the pieces of her corpse into the vast reaches of the globe. While it did slow her down a bit, there was nothing in this or any universe that would stop Jazz Fenton from helping her baby brother. Jazz was not like Vlad Masters, she was not half so pathetic as he was. Jazz was calculating, she was determined, and she was made of love.

It took her ages, so much time was lost just pulling herself together. But that was alright, she had Time, she always had Time on her side. She had time enough to gather herself, time enough to gain power, time enough to train her new form and powers, time enough to find the beast that murdered her parents and stole her brother and niblings. Time enough to chase him down to the wretched little corner of the multiverse he thought he could hide away in. It was different, unfortunately she had to relearn herself once again after going through a portal into that world. But it didn’t matter, she was determined. She could sense her dearest family somewhere in that city. Blocked by a ghost shield no doubt.

That didn’t matter, she was patient, she could find a way in with enough time. Danny and her niblings would be safe while she worked on it. Because she had found him~

Dear Vlad wasn’t expecting her, he hadn’t been ready to be met with her ghost. Not the dark twisted version of what she had made him. She should have been bright, joyful, but instead her long hair fell in sleek watery black waves, stretching long behind her into the abyss. Her limbs only barely attached to her torso and head. Her eyes a dark, fathomless abyss. Blood trailed after her in puddles and floods. He did try to fight back, the coward. But Jazz had long reached the point of Calamity, she was not just a ghost anymore but a vengeful reckoning.

Vlad had taken everything from her. He had killed her parents, killed her friends, kidnapped her brother and niblings, killed her. He must have feared that this would happen, after all he had tried so hard to keep her buried. But she was a Fenton and Fenton’s were not silent. Though he managed to get a few hits on her, he was really no match for her fluid movements, for the boiling rage she carried in her core, for the love that drove her to continue on, for the way she plucked his core from his chest and crushed it between her fingers. With his ghost half gone he was only a pathetic rapidly fading old man, scrambling to get away from her. But she was not merciful as he had not been to her.

What was left of Vlad was found the next morning by his secretary plastered in blood and viscera across his office walls, floor, and ceiling. His perfectly preserved head placed neatly upon his desk with an expression of unspeakable horror on his face.

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If you’re willing, I would love more of the cinnamon rolls, Son. Maybe Dan mentioning Vlad or Danny talking about Ellie with Dan?

"You want to take Dan for a weekend?" Phantom asks, confused. He twists in his chair to stare at her with a surprisingly challenging frown.

"That's correct," Diana confirmed firmly. She settles into a commander's stance, legs spread slightly to shoulder length, arms tucked behind her back, closed fists touching, and her long hand falling gracefully in an elegant braid. She had chosen to wear her more traditional armor, showcasing her achievements in battle and on the strategy board.

She also adored how the battling helmet made her seem more intimidating. "I believe the young ghost could learn from a strict mentor. I promise to bring him back well-disciplined."

Phantom's mouth opens slightly in surprise. His glow dims and brightens as he considers her request, seemingly struggling with adequately disciplining his child.

Diana remains quiet, allowing the hero to think. Although she was a bit of a rebellious youth, always wanting to join in on the warrior's training and talking about leaving the island long before Steve, Diana prides herself on being well-behaved due to her intense training from a young age.

As the princess of her people, she also had training in politics and etiquette. Indeed, with a sturdy hand and guiding light, Dan would not fall into the darkness the gods foretold.

"Okay, would the weekend of the ninth work? Dan and I have plans for this weekend and the next one already," Phantom says, a bit apologetic.

Diana smiles. "That would be acceptable."

She strides out of the monitor room with a sense of accomplishment. From her observations of young (?) Dan, the ghost, didn't seem overly emotional or prone to violent reactions. If anything, he seemed like a general who had lost his army in life.

She hopes that by giving him a new training method and installing a soldier mannerism into him, Dan will find a new army or goal to strive for. This also gave her the chance to finally train someone completely new. Diana had always been the youngest citizen on her island, and although she had read about children before leaving for Man's World, she never saw one be born or raised.

Is this what an older sister felt when a new warrior took up the blade under their mentorship? No wonder her elder sisters had been so eager to train her when given the chance.

Two weekends later, Dan stumbled into the Watch Tower, covered head to toe in mud. He dragged himself to where Phantom was sitting, not bothering with flying or walking. The ghost hero watched his son's approach with barely concealed concern.

"Dan?"

"That was horrible. Amazonians are crazy. I haven't had such a teacher since the day Dani tried to teach me how to text." Dan mutters into the ground by his father's feet. One large hand reaches out to grip Phantom's ankle. "I want to go home now please."

Wonder Woman lingers by the doorframe, for once not looking certain. "I apologize for my enthusiasm, Dan. I was not prepared for the gods to intervene in our training."

"It's okay. I had fun. I got to punch Zeus in the face." Dan mutters back, releasing his father to make a fist and shake it in the air. He refused to raise his face from where it was planted on the title flooring. "He had it coming."

"You punch Zeus?" Phantom asks scandalously. A few of the Justice League heroes are suddenly, rather violently, reminded that gods were real and that Phantom was, in a sense, considered one. Was his child attacking another god considered the same as a prince attacking a neighboring king?

"Yes, and I would do it again." Dan growls.

"Why? Why would you do that?" Phantom groans, hiding his face in his hands.

"Free Ganymede!" Dan shouts, suddenly leaping to his feet and chanting. "Free Ganymede! Free Ganymede! Free Ganymede!"

Phantom stares. "Who's Ganymede?"

Dan scowls. "Agh! This is why I can never introduce you to my friends. You're so lame!"

"I am not!" Phantom protested, "I'm sorry I don't know about your cause, whatever it is, and-"

"He is not a cause. He's my friend!" Dan shouted just as the head of what looked like a teenager peaked out behind Wonder Woman. The watching crowd was all amazed by his beauty, with long golden locks and soft features, even if the boy stared at the two ghosts with slightly anxious energy.

"Dan, I have no idea what you are - oh, Hello." Phantom cuts himself off, finally noticing the teenager. "Who is this?"

The stranger flinches before emerging from behind Wonder Woman and bowing low before Phantom. He tugs at his robes in the same fluid motion, allowing the white fabric to slip dangerously low on his hips.

Phantom blushes. "Hello, King Phantom, I am Ganymede. Prince Dan won me in a fight with King Zeus. I have been the wine pour for the gods for eons and can provide the same service to you and your kin. And if you require a lover, I am forever available to"

"No," Dan cuts in. His voice is low and dangerous, which makes everyone in the room tense. "No one will ever touch you like that again unless you desire it."

Phantom's red face instantly pales, and he stares in horror at the human not moving from his kneeling position. Those with super hearing can hear Ganymede's heart rate pick up in fear and see the cold sweat gathering at his temple despite his face remaining passive.

"Oh no. You're in one of the Greek stories....with Zeus? Every time that guy notices anyone, terrible things happen, and you're....we're about the same age...how dare he. How dare he!" Phantom whispers before his glow turns bright with outrage. "That monster!"

"I know!" Dan shouts. "We should kill him!"

"Wait, you can't just—" Whatever Wonder Woman was going to say is ignored by the glowing ghosts, who quickly help Ganymede to his feet and portal away.

The room is stunned as Diana places a shaking hand over her mouth. "I have caused a war between the gods....."

"So is this the end of the world stuff that time god was talking about," Barry asks, raising a hand. He flinches at the glare Diana sends him and lowers his hand. "Right, sorry, not the time or place-"

"We're going to war!?! " a new voice shouts as a little girl—no older than twelve—rips a portal in the middle of the room with a battle cry. They all stare at her glowing figure in even more stunned silence.

She looks around, taking in every gaping hero with a set of the same eyes as Phantom, and it's not hard to see the family resemblance between them. If anything, she looks like a younger female version of the hero.

"Have any of you seen Phantom? He sends me a text about storming Mt.olympus to kick Zeus's ass for harming one of the royal family's friends?" She asks, waving her phone as if it was a typical Tuesday.

Diana opens and closes her mouth before straightening up and gripping her blade. "I am one of the blades of Goddess Athena. Should she command it, I shall lay down my life to-"

"Yeah, no, I've been told many times not to cause trouble for the Justice League." The girl says, waving her hand. "Likely won't even be a fight. Danny will shout at Zeus since they each have to control certain parts of the universe as much as it grants their egos. But we're keeping Ganymede. No way will Dan let the god take him back, and you bet Dan can take that old geezer in a fight."

"Oh, " Barry breathes, staring at the glowing girl in wonder. You're Phantom's, aren't you?"

She beams. "Sure, am."

"Well-"

Her phone dings, and the little girl glances at the screen before squealing. "I have to go. Phantom said Zeus agreed to an honor battle. I can't wait to see him kick the geezer's ass! Bye!"

She vanishes before anyone can say "wait," and the run plunges into silence. Wonder Woman stands there looking dazed, and that's about the time Batman pulls out his laptop to add notes to his file on Phantom.

It's one thing to know the ghost is powerful. It's another to find out he's on equal footing with the Greek god Zeus. If his children could one day be as strong as him, they really need to make sure Dan doesn't go evil.

And maybe his daughter, too. Just in case.

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( o.o) okay... so...

I am loosely basing this of how one of my OCs powers work? But... can Overgrowth make ANY plant? Past, present, future? Possible, probable, hypothetical? ANY any plant?

I ask this, because Humans? NOT born from a plant.

Buuuuuut they COULD be.

Of course they could. The plant would be a dead end. Unable to reproduce or cultivate without humanity. Just? The most costly, ungainly, unnatural plant imaginable.

Which is WHY it doesn't exsist. Why it will never exist.

But COULD it? Oh easily. Child's play. There are countless billions of billions of plants that COULD exsist. From benevolent to world ending. But why would Overgrowth give a shit? Why MAKE such pointless things?

Well... Sam wants a kid.

Full stop.

She wants a kid and is NOT about to do that whole "risk her life and irreversibly change her body with child creation" thing. So? How does one have a child with two fathers, one mother, who was not carried to term inside said mother? A surrogate perhaps?

Naaaaah.

No, no. It's time to get the machete and go Bully God(tm). Specifically THAT God, over there. The plant one. Give her the nonexistent child creating plant or Snippy Snippy, Overgrowth, you fuck!

Sam. Sam, please. Begs her beloved husband's. But until THEY can carry Child, they can shut up and help menace a Deity. Dani, her beloved S-I-L who's just here for adorable future munchkins and general Chaos, agrees. Square up, boys.

She obviously, gets her plant.

It's an abomination.

Just? THE nightmare of a tree. Oozy tar like bark, sickly appearance, bone colored needle like leaves. Single, giant, blood red "fruit". They have to feed it ectoplasm, their own blood, and basicly everything to make a body. Meaning flesh, bones, blood, nutrients and minerals.

Proper horror movie.

Sam? Fucking LOVES her Baby Tree. It's name is Mortica.

Now, OBVIOUSLY, everyone in Amity? Knows to mind their Business by now. The Fenton-Foely-Manson throuple or what ever order they've decided on today, are both terrifying and willing to throw down. Fenton is Phantom. Manson is Samantha Manson. Their husband will laugh at you instead of help. Not worth it.

But OUTSIDERS? Tourists passing through and cousins come to visit?

They see a huge, fuck off, nightmare tree straight out of Poison Ivy's fever dreams. Do the reasonable thing. Call the Justice League Help Line.

So NOW JLA Dark is sitting Very Nervously, in this terrifying throuples home. Trying to ask HOW they got the Tree. Trying to ignore that one of them is a ghost of incredible power, the other an Avatar of the Green, and this nice man is just? Cool with having a nightmare tree baby? Yeah. Of course.

Just... just please tell them if it's gonna eat people. Yes or no.

@nerdpoe @hypewinter @ailithnight @hdgnj @the-witchhunter

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Batman should have minded his business...

Jason has been staying away more often and batman couldn't mind his business or you know ask Jason what's happening, so batman in all his paranoia went to stake out the apartment he's been going to. Unfortunately Jason just happened to be out to go get food while Dan stayed in their apartment, Dan has some very specific hatred towards batman back from his evil timeline. Dan just so happens to have the creep stick with him...

Jason and Dan are together by this point and Dan knows Jason is Red Hood and actually agrees a lot with his methods of dealing with criminals, after Dan knocked out Batman, he called Jason while he was dumping his body somewhere away from the apartment, Jason was understandably pissed off.

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Redraw of official #ONEPIECE1121 color page 🌸🍸 Defenity one of my favs of color spreads, and i always wanted to draw one of these. Now I will definiyely do it, at least few pages 🦅🦅🦅

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Diana of Themyscira Absolute Power #2 (2024)

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DIANA OF THEMYSCIRA In Absolute Wonder Woman (2024) #1

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I've been playing with a no-one-knows AU where Danny has been married to Jason for years but hasn't told him his secret. Jason knows that Danny isn't human, but hasn't pressed because Danny is so terrified when he approaches the topic. The Batfamily do not know.

Presently, the GIW are in Gotham and closing in, and the Box Ghost has come to Danny seeking help.

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“You’re a ghost,” Jason said gently, pulling one of Danny’s hands away from his face to wrap it in his own. Danny let him. “Aren’t you?”

Danny’s breath hitched again.

Surprisingly, the Box Ghost looked almost as horrified as Danny.

“What? NO! I, the BOX GHOST, would not out Danny Fenton to his human family! For he is as human as I once was!” He flailed his arms in blatant panic. “There is nothing to reveal, for Danny Fenton is most certainly NOT a ghost!”

“What’s wrong with Danny being a ghost?” Box Lunch wanted to know, tilting her head up to peer up at her father in confusion. “Is it a secret?”

“BOX LUNCH!” the Box Ghost wailed, every inch a mortified parent.

“Yes, it was, or your father would not be so blatantly lying about it,” Damian told her, taking pity on the child ghost.

“Oh!” Box Lunch nodded seriously. “Danny isn’t a ghost!”

Danny let out a slightly hysterical laugh, and then started to cry, gasping quietly with tears pouring down his face, hunched down to hide from them. He didn’t pull his hand out of Jason’s.

“It is no longer a secret here, as it has become apparent,” Damian elaborated.

Box Lunch scrunched up her nose. “Oh.”

“Ghosts are not bad,” Cass said softly, “if ghosts are Danny.”

“Danny.” Jason scooted closer and pulled Danny against him, and Danny let him, pressing into him without unwinding at all. “Danny, I already knew. I’ve known for years.” Danny tilted his head up to give him an incredulous look, and Jason grinned at him. “You’re not good at hiding it, stardust. Your freckles glow when you’re excited and your eyes flash green when you’re frustrated. You walk through closed doors when you’re sleepy and things fall through your hands when people startle you. I’ve known you aren’t human since we moved in together.”

“…Oh,” Danny murmured, guilt and relief and wonder swirling together in his still-wet eyes.

“Phantom!” the Box Ghost scolded. Jason took note of the sudden change in address. “You are the worst secret keeper ever!”

“Shut up, Boxy,” Danny snapped. He pulled away from Jason and wiped his eyes, sniffling. Their hands stayed locked together. “We, we need to hide you and bitty-bite b-before we talk about this any more. I wasn’t joking about the Guys in White.”

The Box Ghost flapped his arms dismissively. “They will not find us! They are looking for YOU, and their instruments will not be prepared for such subtle spirits as Box Lunch and I!”

“They are looking for me while I am hiding,” Danny said, soft but barbed. He wiped his face again and turned around to better face the other ghost, glaring sharply. “Something I am well known to be very good at. Far better at than you.”

The Box Ghost went so pale he was almost translucent.

“You don’t look like a ghost at all,” Tim said, studying Danny. “Your skin is pink, you don’t glow… most of the time, no pointed ears or fangs. Your eyes are normal.” His eyes narrowed. “Is this… not your natural appearance?”

Danny flinched. “I… I…” He swallowed, staring at nothing, and then forced his attention back onto the Box Ghost. “Your base signatures are pretty low. If you stop using your powers and suppress your auras as much as you can, you can probably bring them low enough to hide.”

No answers would be forthcoming for now, Jason understood. He signaled sharply to Bruce and Tim, the most likely to try to interrupt. Wait. Time-sensitive, finish operation before proceeding.

Bruce didn’t look pleased, but he nodded sharply. Tim just watched, thoughtful eyes fixed on Danny. Damian was scowling, Dick frowning faintly, but Cass’ curiosity looked borderline idle. Jason watched Danny interact with the other ghost with a healthy blend of interest and concern, and tried not to wonder if Tim was right.

“Box Lunch, do you know how to land?” Danny asked. It seemed like a silly question until Box Lunch wrinkled her nose and cocked her head.

“Land?” she asked, audibly uncertain. For that matter, her father looked vaguely baffled too. “Like… with my feet? On the floor?”

Danny managed a smile and nodded. Box Lunch eyed the floor, then drifted down to hover at floor level. “Like this?”

“Not exactly,” Danny said, sounding more fond than anything. He slid off the bar stool and knelt down in front of Box Lunch. Jason couldn’t look away; he’d been deprived of any open knowledge of Danny’s nonhuman side for so long that his curiosity was damn near insatiable now. And Danny teaching a kid of his species? That was doing things to Jason. Good things. “Close your eyes.” Box Lunch did. “Feel the energy in the air. Do you feel gravity? Do you sense how it pulls things down?” She nodded uncertainly. “Hold onto that feeling. Let it hold onto you. Do you feel it?” Nod. “Good. Now- let go of the sky.”

The instructions didn’t make a lick of sense to Jason, but Box Lunch dropped right out of the air and landed on her feet. Her eyes flew open, and she pinwheeled dramatically until Danny caught her.

“Ahh!” she squealed, looking dismayed. “I’m heavy!”

Danny chuckled. “No, bitty-bite, you’re still light as a feather.” He picked Box Lunch up and held her out in front of him, smiling. She squealed again, kicking her feet, her eyes bright with delight. “Good job. Do you think you can hold that?”

“Um, sure,” she mumbled, not looking at all sure.

The Box Ghost landed on the floor with a grunt - Jason suspected that he’d been listening to Danny’s instructions too. He held out his arms for Box Lunch, and Danny handed her over willingly.

“Now what?” the Box Ghost asked tentatively, staring at the floor like it would eat him. Yeah, Jason could definitely believe that he’d never landed before either.

“Now, you listen to me,” Danny said seriously. He reached out and grabbed Box Ghost’s arm, demanding his attention, and forced eye contact. From the Box Ghost’s wide eyes, this behavior was as new to him as it was to Jason. But then Danny continued, speaking as firmly as if he were willing his words into existence. “You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost.” Understanding flickered across the Box Ghost’s face, and he screwed his eyes shut. His glow started to dim. “You are solid. You are heavy. You are warm. You are made of flesh, blood, and bone. You are not a ghost. You are not a ghost. You are human.”

The Box Ghost’s glow receded and disappeared. Except for his blue skin, he almost looked human now. He opened his eyes uncertainly, and Danny gave him a weary smile and a nod, letting go of his arm and leaning back.

“But what about Box Lunch?” the Box Ghost asked anxiously, looking down at Box Lunch. She’d squeezed her eyes shut to try and follow Danny’s instructions, but didn’t seem to be meeting with the same success.

Danny sighed. “I’m not sure how to explain it to her,” he admitted, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair as he looked at the little girl with worry. She opened her eyes and gave him an anxious look, and Danny gave her a small smile. “It’s not your fault, bitty-bite. It’s just… you’ve always been a ghost, so you don’t have your dad’s memories of what it felt like to be human.”

Box Lunch stomped her feet. “I can pretend!”

“Then pretend,” Danny said seriously. “It doesn’t have to be perfect. Just do your best.”

“Wehh!” Box Lunch flailed her arms, brow furrowed in concentration. “I am human! My body is super solid and I crash into things a lot! And I run around on the ground and eat human food! Fear me!”

It was so cute that Jason muffled a laugh, and he wasn’t the only one. Box Lunch ran a circle around the floor, then crashed into a wall on purpose and bounced off, giggling. Even Bruce’s hard expression softened into a fond look.

“That should keep you off the sensors,” Danny said to the Box Ghost, voice low. Something about his eyes looked exhausted. “Just make sure Box Lunch maintains it. Maybe keep playing human with her.”

The Box Ghost nodded uncertainly. “Thank you, Phantom,” he said quietly. “I know that we can count on you.”

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Cassie Sandsmark Absolute Power #2 (2024)

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Big Sister Loves You

Inspired by: @charlietheepicwriter7 post >Here<

Warning! Description of violent murder, the Ring/Grudge style ghost Jazz, and kidnapping of minors. This is just a short blurb I thought of and had to write given it is Halloween. XD

That beast, he thought that if he chopped her into pieces he could save himself. That she would be unable to form. He actually thought that he could prevent her wrath by phasing the pieces of her corpse into the vast reaches of the globe. While it did slow her down a bit, there was nothing in this or any universe that would stop Jazz Fenton from helping her baby brother. Jazz was not like Vlad Masters, she was not half so pathetic as he was. Jazz was calculating, she was determined, and she was made of love.

It took her ages, so much time was lost just pulling herself together. But that was alright, she had Time, she always had Time on her side. She had time enough to gather herself, time enough to gain power, time enough to train her new form and powers, time enough to find the beast that murdered her parents and stole her brother and niblings. Time enough to chase him down to the wretched little corner of the multiverse he thought he could hide away in. It was different, unfortunately she had to relearn herself once again after going through a portal into that world. But it didn’t matter, she was determined. She could sense her dearest family somewhere in that city. Blocked by a ghost shield no doubt.

That didn’t matter, she was patient, she could find a way in with enough time. Danny and her niblings would be safe while she worked on it. Because she had found him~

Dear Vlad wasn’t expecting her, he hadn’t been ready to be met with her ghost. Not the dark twisted version of what she had made him. She should have been bright, joyful, but instead her long hair fell in sleek watery black waves, stretching long behind her into the abyss. Her limbs only barely attached to her torso and head. Her eyes a dark, fathomless abyss. Blood trailed after her in puddles and floods. He did try to fight back, the coward. But Jazz had long reached the point of Calamity, she was not just a ghost anymore but a vengeful reckoning.

Vlad had taken everything from her. He had killed her parents, killed her friends, kidnapped her brother and niblings, killed her. He must have feared that this would happen, after all he had tried so hard to keep her buried. But she was a Fenton and Fenton’s were not silent. Though he managed to get a few hits on her, he was really no match for her fluid movements, for the boiling rage she carried in her core, for the love that drove her to continue on, for the way she plucked his core from his chest and crushed it between her fingers. With his ghost half gone he was only a pathetic rapidly fading old man, scrambling to get away from her. But she was not merciful as he had not been to her.

What was left of Vlad was found the next morning by his secretary plastered in blood and viscera across his office walls, floor, and ceiling. His perfectly preserved head placed neatly upon his desk with an expression of unspeakable horror on his face.