#Danny: I should! I died!

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The King And His Red Knight

Part 11

Parts 1-7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Warning: Jason's rampant vulgarity and love of creative cursewords

Danny woke up right when they reached the edge of Gotham, a cold shudder traveling through his body that dragged him from one of the best naps of his afterlife.

He knew what woke him. And knew he'll have to deal with it eventually. City Spirits can be territorial, but they all still fell under his purview. Even if not a one of them liked it, too used to being rulers of their own small kingdoms and viciously protective of the people they watched over.

This one didn't feel half as hostile as he expected, it was almost...welcoming.

If he ever returned to Amity, he thought this might be what it felt like.

Danny thought it might have something to do with the fact that he saved one of her Robins. And that he's bringing him back.

Perhaps it hadn't been only Clockwork who had a hand in their meeting, two and a half years ago.

Gotham loves her Robins, dearly. But Jason had always been Gotham's Robin. Born and raised in her streets, as connected to her people as the spirit itself was.

He still had the impression Gotham was watching him, wary, but willing to accept him. He saved her Robin, and he brought him back. That bought him a lot of goodwill.

He'd need that goodwill, seeing as he was planning on staying in Gotham for as long as Jason wanted to be here. And as much as the other halfa didn't want to admit it, Danny didn't think they'd be leaving for a very long time.

The Infinite Realms was home for Jason now, but it would be a grave injustice to say Gotham had ever stopped being Jason's home.

Danny let out a yawn that cracked his jaw as his eyes blinked open slowly. He was pressed against a warm chest, a thick arm wrapped tightly around him. A low, rumbling purr under his ear encouraged him to shut his eyes again and fall back to sleep.

Danny snuggled closer to Jason for a moment, noting absently that at some point in their sleep both of them had transformed back to human form. It was more a surprise for Danny than Jason. But being human had stopped feeling so unsafe sometime after he found Jason. Danny couldn't say for sure when the other halfa had banished the last of his fears with nothing more than his presence, but he had.

Jason was dressed in his tan leather jacket over a bright red hoodie, a pair of dark jeans and scuffed motorcycle boots. He smelled like cigarette smoke, leather, gunpowder and metal. A smell Danny has long grown accustomed to, and his mind now equated to home. To safety, to a ready smile and a sharp tongue that hid a soft heart.

Slowly Danny tried to pull back, but the arm around him only tightened, flattening him back onto a broad chest. Danny huffed out a breath in amused annoyance.

Jason had shot up and out over the past two and a half years. He almost matched Danny for height, those scant few inches Danny had on him a sore point. But what Jason lacked in height compared to Danny he'd more than made up for in muscle mass.

Danny didn't think anyone could beat Jack Fenton in pure size, but Jason had done his damndest. The man was built like a brick shithouse. And one of his tree trunk arms was holding Danny in place like a lanky teddy bear.

Danny sighed and let intangibility wash over him and lifted himself out of the, very comfortable, embrace. Being that close to Jason while conscious was doing dangerous things to his heart.

If Danny thought the butterflies and skipping heartbeats would fade over time, he'd been wrong. So wrong.

If anything the butterflies had unionized and multiplied, holding riots in his stomach regularly. And if he hadn't already been dead he'd fear weekly heart attacks.

But Jason had never even implied an interest, and Danny was loathe to approach him. Jason might put about as much stock in Danny's title as he did in the existence of Mothman, but Danny never wanted his friend, his best friend, to feel pressured to date him because Danny was his king.

So. Danny's crush stayed locked tight and the butterfly union never got their demands met.

"He's not my boyfriend!" Danny hissed, barely remembering to keep his voice quiet.

"Finally done cuddling your boyfriend?" Sam called out from behind the wheel. Danny flushed, scrambling away from Jason, arms waving wildly in the air.

"Uh huh. Right. And I'm Batman." Sam's voice dripped sarcasm and Danny rolled his eyes as he phased through the back of the passenger seat, buckling himself in as if he had anything to fear from a car crash.

Danny turned his head and located Tucker, head resting on his keyboard as random letters kept typing into a word doc. Danny chuckled quietly as he looked forward, taking in the sights.

Gotham looked much the same as it had the last time he'd been here. Only difference this time being that it was day. The heavy cloud of death and fear still coated the city like tainted paint, fueling the ambient ectoplasm that was most definitely a result of one of the several curses Danny could feel woven through the city.

"It's gorgeous here. I'm never leaving." Sam sighed dreamily as she swerved around other cars who seemed to take traffic laws as suggestions.

"We almost there?" Danny asked as he checked the touchscreen navigation on the dash.

"Almost." Sam nodded, taking a turn fast enough to make the tires squeal but no heads even turned.

"Did you and Tucker switch off? You could've woken me up to drive." Danny rested his elbow on the door, chin in hand.

"Dude, you needed the sleep. Your bags had bags." Sam chastised and Danny flushed.

Alright, maybe planning the destruction of the GIW and liberation of their prisoners had taken up his time for the past several days, meaning he got no sleep, but still!

"And here we are." Sam raised a hand and pressed one of many buttons on the dash.

She took another sharp turn and barreled towards a derelict warehouse, a wall opening smoothly seconds before collision. The van slid inside, and the door dropped behind them. In front of them the floor rose, revealing a tunnel that Sam drove down.

Darkness covered the van, lights flashing by as they continued along for several minutes before another wall opened and Sam drove into what looked like a bunker. Several motorcycles and other cars waited for them, an elevator sat across from them that would lead them to the rest of the hideout.

Something like this, smack in the middle of Crime Alley no less, did not come about overnight. No, it had been the work of years, Danny using the basically unlimited funds of the King of the Dead to slowly put it together.

He'd always known Jason would want to come back to Gotham, and Danny had prepared for that day.

Danny phased back through his seat as Sam turned off the van. Settling next to Jason, Danny reached out a hand and gently shook his shoulder. He let a wash of Calm/Safe/Home/Calm cover Jason, knowing far too well how violently Jason could wake up.

Danny didn't judge. He'd frozen Jazz several times back in Amity when she tried to wake him up. It was a side effect of being a hero.

"Mmmph. Wazzit?" Jason slurred, blinking sleep heavy eyes at Danny.

"We're here. Time to see our new home away from home." Danny grinned at Jason, slipping his hand from the other halfa's shoulder to his hand so he could tug Jason up.

"Wait we're already here? The fuck? How long was my undead ass out?" Jason regained his sense quickly, green tinted blue eyes clearing as he looked around.

"Apparently as long as me. Tucker and Sam put us in nap time time-out." Danny chuckled, letting intangibility wash over himself and Jason as he tugged the other man out of the van.

Why use a door when you were a ghost?

"Wait. Are those my bikes?!" Jason demanded, rushing forward, Danny tugged along behind him like a balloon as he let go of gravity and floated along.

"Yup, even Nightmare." Danny nodded at Jason's pride and joy, his baby.

The bike Johnny had given him had changed a lot since he got it. It almost resembled a horse made mechanical, and Danny knew it would spit flames out of its exhaust when it was started. It was painted a dark red that shone almost blood red under the right lights.

"When did you guys do this?" Jason asked, free hand running lovingly down the side of his bike.

Danny was a weak enough man to admit, this wasn't the first time he'd been jealous of a fucking motorcycle. At least Jason hadn't realized he still had Danny's hand gripped in his.

"Right before we left for the mission. Johnny and I moved all the bikes over." Danny said with a shrug.

"So do you want to stay in the basement or do you want to see the rest of your surprises?" Sam called out from where she was dragging a half asleep Tucker out of the van.

"Wait. Where the fuck are we?" Jason asked, finally registering they were in a building.

"So we paid attention to all your safe house and base spiels." Danny started as Sam and Tucker walked over.

"And I know a thing or two about how to buy things without a trail." Sam added in proudly.

"And I'm not bad at finding condemned and abandoned buildings no one wants." Tucker raised his head with a yawn.

"And I have the money and manpower, do you have any idea how many construction worker ghosts there are? A lot. So many of them die angry, its a problem. To make just about anything happen." Danny finished nodding around them.

"So you three....made a what? Next gen fucking Batcave?" Jason asked, leaning against his bike with one hip.

"Pshaw. Batcave? Please. Bruce Wayne wishes his creepy little man cave was half as cool as this." Sam snorted with a shake of her head.

"We can call it the Ghostcave! Or the Ghost Nest? Haunted House?" Danny tilted his head with an excited grin. None of them had wanted to name their new secret base without Jason.

"We'll work on what to call it, King of Dumbass Names." Jason tugged playfully on Danny's hand as Danny's cheeks puffed out in anger.

"Anyway, we have everything you could need to be a hero, or crime boss, or supervillain. The outside looks like an abandoned apartment building but we gutted the insides." Danny explained, bouncing in the air excitedly.

"There's so many levels! Below us is one of the workshops, then a lab. Above us is another workshop then Tucker's command center slash Ops room. It definitely looks like a Best Buy threw up in there. Then a med bay- Jazz made us add one," Danny rolled his eyes but kept talking, not even taking a breath in.

Jason was watching with an impressed expression. Though if that was because of what they'd built, or because Danny could talk so fast and so much without air was anyone's guess.

"And then we have the training room! It's huge! Big enough for us to go all out. And! And! The entire base is surrounded by cement and titanium walls, ten feet thick around the lab 'cause I wanna make a Ghost portal down there. And between those and the walls we see is five feet of my ghost ice!" Happy trills and chirps were making their way between Danny's words, and the almost unconscious chirps Jason responded with had a distinctly amused flavor to them.

Defenses had been his first thought when it came to Gotham. The frequency of rogue attacks meant anything not kitted out to the nines would inevitably be destroyed.

Someone could drop a missile on their roof and surround the building with bombs in the middle of an earthquake and their drinks wouldn't even slosh. Danny hadn't expected his Obsession to translate into building the most secure building this side of the veil but death was full of surprises. He had precious people staying in this building, and he didn't want to see a single one of them hurt.

"You expecting us to get nuked or some shit?" Jason asked with an amused twist to his lips.

"Dude. It's Gotham." Tucker chimed in.

"Nuff said." Jason shrugged, but he looked impressed and Danny's core purred.

The only thing stopping Danny from floating straight through the ceiling was Jason's hold on his hand, but Danny was vibrating so hard in excitement even Jason's arm was shaking.

"Then we have the ground floor. It has a huge kitchen Jay, everything you wanted in one! And three ovens! Three!" Danny could feel a grin splitting his face as Jason, Sam and Tucker watched him word vomit, barely contained laughter puffing out their cheeks.

"It's got the living room, and the dining room and Sam wanted a theater so we have that too!" Danny bounced up and down in the air while Jason turned to look at Sam, an eyebrow raised.

"A theater? Really? What kind of rich people shit is this?" Jason asked, Sam huffed, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

"Look me in the eyes, Jason, and tell me Nightmare on Elm Street isn't better on a wall sized screen. I dare you, bird boy." Sam challenged. Jason held up his free hand in surrender, wisely choosing not to argue with Sam.

"And then we h-" Danny started when Sam waved a hand at him.

"Let's show him, D." Sam stopped him from giving away the best part.

Danny brightened, tugging at Jason again, directing them towards the elevator.

"What am I? A fucking dog?" Jason grumbled as Danny dragged him away from the love of his life, his Ancient's damned motorcycle, and to the elevator.

"You look like a bitch, so yeah." Danny taunted over his shoulder as they reached the doors.

"Bark bark, motherfucker." Jason snapped his teeth, inhuman fangs on display as Danny laughed. Sam rolled her eyes, slamming a hand on the scanner by the elevator.

"Welcome home, Sam." A robotic feminine voice called out, Jason jumped in surprise as the elevator doors opened.

"Ahhh, Ophelia, my love." Tucker gazed at the touch screen panel inside the elevator like a lovesick puppy.

"Ophelia?" Jason leaned towards Danny, whispering.

"Tucker and Technus made her. She's a program but she's more than slightly ghostly." Danny shrugged.

Ophelia was Tucker's magnum opus, and Danny was fairly certain he was trying to figure out how to actually marry her.

"Ah. Make sense. Totally not having Terminator flashbacks or anything. Skynet, anyone?" Jason nodded, shooting a suspicious look at the panel as Tucker pressed something, and they started to descend.

"Ophelia would never betray me!" Tucker shouted, stroking a hand against the side of the panel.

"See that? Thats what you look like with your bikes and guns." Danny pointed out and Jason gave him a disbelieving stare.

"Boys, boys. You're all pretty. Let's get on with the tour." Sam broke in, quieting the bickering.

Danny wanted Jason to see everything so the elevator took them down first, to the lab and the second workshop. Jason had to be pulled back from leaving the elevator to 'look around' which really meant, get distracted by a project and lose a week of time.

It wasn't until they hit the second workshop that Jason spoke up again, eyes lighting up in recognition.

"Did you transport everything from the castle?" Jason asked, pouting slightly at being held back once more from entering a workshop. Danny understood, he wanted to go in too. But they had a base to explore!

"Everything but the delicate and volatile projects." Danny nodded, kicking a foot in the air nervously.

"I- We wanted it to feel like home." Danny said softly, glancing at Jason, whose face had taken on a soft, warm expression that was gone in a blink.

The next time the door opened, it was into a room practically overflowing with technology. Walls were covered in screens, and there were keyboards across multiple surfaces. Server towers and computer towers stood like little soldier awaiting battle.

"This is the command center. AKA Tucker's cave." Danny nodded at the room, Sam was holding Tucker back with both arms as he sobbed, trying to get to his 'babies'.

The elevator closed and they rose to the next level, opening out into a large room full of sparkling, brand new medical equipment. Much of it transported right from the Far Frozen.

"Med-bay, Jazz insisted we have one. Said first aid kits from Walmart 'weren't enough'. Frostbite helped design it." Danny explained the next room.

"Maybe if you didn't have the dodging abilities of a dead fucking squirrel we wouldn't need it." Jason poked at Danny's chest with a shit-eating grin.

"Well maybe if someone stopped running head first into every fight and tanking hits Jazz wouldn't worry!" Danny retorted, swatting at Jason's hand.

"Next is the giant training room, so if you two want to fight take it in there." Sam took over, talking loudly over the bickering halfas.

"See, Jay, you're missing the tour, you little shit!" Danny hissed, floating as far away as he could, still connected to Jason by their hands.

You'd need to cut Danny's arm off before he'd willingly let go.

"Little? What about me is little you blind undead bastard?" Jason asked, tugging at Danny's hand to get him back in range for more rough housing.

"Boys. Stop flirting." Sam ordered and that froze the two halfas. Their hands separated, Danny and Jason flinging themselves to seperate parts of the elevator.

"We're not flirting!"

"I wasn't flirting!"

Jason and Danny spoke at the same time, voices loud to cover the twin blushes on their cheeks. Sam snorted, rolling her eyes and shaking her head as the doors opened on the next level.

Jason craned his head, trying to see the kitchen from the elevator but it was currently out of view. For the best, Danny didn't know if he'd be able to stop Jason from convincing them to take a snack break if he saw the state of the art kitchen.

Danny was fully vibrating, floating so high his head banged against the roof of the elevator as it rose again. Jason was watching with amused curiosity, Sam and Tucker were watching Jason excitedly. Danny saw Tucker pull out a smartphone to get a picture of Jason's face at their next stop.

The doors opened to a level filled floor to ceiling with books as far as the eye could see. Cozy chairs and couches were thrown around the room and there were a few hard to see, hidden reading nooks too.

"Ghost Writer helped me fill it with all your favorites, and every book we thought you might like. There's first editions, and unpublished books too." Danny said quietly, hands twisting nervously in his shirt.

Jason was looking at the room as if he'd seen heaven. Then again, he had that look anytime he saw a library. But every time Danny saw it, his heart skipped a beat as the butterflies revolted in his stomach.

"Do you...do you like it?" Danny asked hesitantly, Jason ripped his gaze from the books to look at Danny.

And. Oh. Jason was looking at him like he'd hung the moon.

"It's amazing, Danny, it's perfect." Jason's voice was soft, reverent as if they were in a holy place.

Danny felt his core send a pulse of cold through his body as it purred strong enough he feared he'd start vibrating again. Small trills and chirps filled the air between them. And a soft, barely there emotion floated off of Jason.

Loved/Special/Important

It was gone before Danny could fully understand them, or who they were directed at.

"Before you two start doing something disgusting like confess your undying love we have two more levels and surprises waiting." Sam burst in, literally stepping between them and waving her arms as if she could dispell the sappy feelings in the air.

"Next up is the gaming level and then the bedrooms." Sam closed the doors, Jason letting out a pitiful, hurt whine when his books were hidden from him.

They quickly ascended and showed Jason the last two levels. He was obviously curious, but they all knew he was going to head for the library the second they took their eyes off of him. Sam stopped that by grabbing Jason with one hand and Tucker, who was trying to hide so he could get to his personal heaven, with the other and marched them out into the hallway between rooms.

Jason stopped fighting when he took in the name plates on the doors.

"Sam? Tucker? Jazz?" Jason read out, confusion clear as he looked around.

"Surprise! Me and Sam transferred to Gotham U! We managed to convince-" Tucker started while Sam snorted.

"Bribe." She interjected.

"Our professors to let us take our exams early. So we got out early! Starting in the fall we'll be at Gotham U!" Tucker continued as if Sam hadn't spoken. Danny did jazz hands behind them, shooting off tiny ecto-blasts like fireworks.

"And Jazz just got a job at Arkham. She starts in two weeks and will be here next week to move in." Danny explained. Jason stared at them all, eyes wide, disbelieving.

"We're all going to be staying here." Danny assured him.

Home?/Family?/Together?/Home?/Real? Flooded from Jason in waves. Danny let his smile go gentle as he stepped towards Jason.

"We couldn't let you face Gotham alone. You two idiots would blow the city up." Sam teased.

"I wanted to be close to Wayne Industries! They have the best tech! And they commonly hire Gotham U students as interns!" Tucker had stars in his eyes as he talked. He coughed when Sam elbowed him roughly.

"But mostly because you two need a man in the chair if you're going to be hitting the streets as heroes again." Tucker added, his words too coated in sincerity to be anything less than the truth.

"You're all moving here? For... for me?" Jason asked, voice rough with emotions and eyes shining with unshed tears.

"Of course. You're our family Jay, we'd follow you to hell and back." Sam snorted as if it was obvious.

"We did in fact do that when Johnny dared Jason to fist fight a demon." Danny chimed in with a grin.

Jason snorted out a wet chuckle and Danny couldn't help himself. He collided with the other halfa, arms wrapping around him in a tight hug. Seconds later Sam and Tucker joined in until Jason was in the center of the group hug. Jason finally gave up fighting the tears and they rolled down his face.

"Thank you." Jason choked out.

"Anything for you Jaybird." Danny gripped him tighter.

Someone's balance went out and the four of them collapsed on the ground in a pile of limbs and surprised laughter.

"So who's up for a bit of harmless haunting?" Danny asked when the four of them had settled down, and Tucker removed his elbow from Danny's solar plexus.

"Can't believe I'm saying this, but that sounds tempting enough that I'll skip the library." Jason replied, shifting slightly. He was big enough that Danny, Sam and Tucker could all, mostly, fit on top of him. He was surprisingly comfortable too.

Hell. He knew Jason seeing Batman, Bruce Wayne, again wouldn't be easy. The one month vanishing act Jason did after he found out about his replacement Robin almost two years ago was enough of a warning. The path of destruction Jason had carved through, thankfully a rebelling Realm, had shown Danny how deep the knife of betrayal had cut.

Unsure/Scared/Upset/Angry/Hurt/TheyForgotMe/HeReplacedMe/NotEnough leaked from Jason in a harsh wave that crashed into Danny. Danny sucked in a sharp breath, he'd known returning to Gotham wouldn't be easy.

Time didn't heal every wound. And wounds to the heart were the slowest of all to heal. No matter how much love Jason had in his life, how many people he had who adored him. Nothing would ever take away the hurt of his dad, his hero, his idol, replacing him barely seven months after he died.

Danny was just thankful Jason's anger was solely directed at Batman, and not the little Robin who had taken up the mantle. Then again, Jason always had a soft spot for kids. And this Robin was tiny, small enough that Danny had thought he couldn't have been older than ten when he first became a vigilante.

Danny rather liked the little Robin, and would've hated for Jason to hold a grudge against him. However Jason had done the opposite, becoming strangely protective of the kid he'd never even met. Danny had barely talked him out of kidnapping the kid years ago, reminding him it might lead Batman right to them.

Actually. It'd been Jazz who talked them both out of it because Danny was as ready as Jason to snatch the newest Robin. To protect him from the rancid streets of Gotham that would gladly chew him up and spit him back out.

Dick was always a safe bet with Jason. And Danny knew he'd want to see his older brother again.

"How about we see what Nightwing is up to tonight? We have a few hours before the vigilantes come out to play, you can spend that time in the library." Danny spoke up, pushing a wave of Comfort/You'reSafe/Protected/Loved/Wanted/Cherished/Important/Irreplaceable at Jason that had the other halfa melting under him.

"There's one other thing I want-have to do before we give Big Bird a heart attack." Jason's voice was suspiciously rough as he spoke, but he was speaking, and that meant he wasn't drowning under a sea of pain.

"And what's that?" Danny lifted his head, meeting Jason's eyes. They crinkled around the edges, a weak smirk on his lips at some unknown joke.

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The King and his Red Knight

DPxDC crossover fic

Part 1

Really sorry to everyone who suffered through the fact that I didn't know about the existence of readmore. I can't fix the thread now but the individual posts are better? Sorry I have like a very rough idea of how this site works 😭

Check the: The King and his Red Knight tag to find all the parts

"Go here, Danny. Go then, Danny. Go to a random cemetery in the middle of the night for no reason, Danny." A voice grumbled, accompanied by the sound of sneakers rhythmically tapping stone.

Danny Fenton, currently Phantom, sat on a gravestone, his white hair a beacon in the dark night. There were no stars in the sky for him to gaze upon, their light hidden behind swaths of smog and neon lights playing off the gray clouds.

Clockwork had dumped him here, with no explanation for why. Not that he ever really explained much when he sent Danny off on his tasks. He supposed he should be grateful, at least he was in the same when rather than being transported a thousand years into the past.

"Wait here King Phantom. You will understand in time." Danny mimicked his mentor's voice as he let himself float off the grave he'd been dumped on after Clockwork shoved him out of a portal. His body floated higher until he could flip around, his legs crossing. He sat upside down, his chin in his palm as he glared petulantly at the assembled gravestones surrounding him, his toxic green eyes glowing.

"So far all I've seen is a concerning amount of ecotplasm for a city without a ghost portal and some blob ghosts! How long am I supposed to wait here?" Danny asked the air, and the aforementioned blob ghosts who were hanging off his body, soaking in the ambient ecotoplasm he radiated at all times now.

Neither provided him with an answer to his question and Danny let out a frustrated groan as he lowered his still flipped body to look once more on the gravestone he'd been tasked with waiting on.

Jason Todd, the name read. The dates, too close together, made something in Danny squeeze painfully. He'd been young, barely older than Danny when he stepped into the portal. Only for this teenager there had been no ectoplasm to bind to his dying body and repair the damage of death and force him back into a semblance of life.

"Who were you and why did Clockwork send me to you?" Danny asked the gravestone, one clawed finger tracing the words before he pulled back with a sigh when the gravestone gave him no explanation. The dead didn't always speak, not even to their king.

Turning his body Danny looked over the rest of the cemetery. It was empty, as most usually were this time of night, of the living. There were a few shades wandering around, circling closer to him, drawn by his presence. No full ghosts though, but oddly enough there rarely were in cemeteries. This was where the dead came to rest. To remember, if they wanted to. Cemeteries were sacred spaces to the dead, much as a temple or a church would be for the living who were religious. Ghosts who still clung to life, to their obsessions, did not frequent cemeteries, did not dare trespass and disturb those who had already found their peace.

Danny himself was an oddity. He had never shied from cemeteries, enjoying the peace he found in them, the guarantee of safety offered. And perhaps, he mourned that he himself would never have a gravestone for the living to place their flowers and their tears at. Who would make a grave for someone who was both alive and dead? There would never be a body to bury for him. His human half would continue to live on so long as his ghost core remained and could fuel it.

Maybe that was why he found peace in cemeteries, for all his whining that Clockwork had dumped him here. Cemeteries were for the living and the dead, one of the only places both existed in harmony naturally. For someone who was as much dead as he was alive such a place held a certain degree of belonging for him.

Danny straightened out in the air, letting his body lie above the grave as he folded his arms behind his head and looked up at the covered sky. He complained and whined about this task, but he was secretly glad that Clockwork had given him something to do. Even if it was just 'hang out in a random cemetary'.

Ever since he'd graduated high-school, revealed himself to his parents and discovered how deep prejudice and hate could run, and he'd run away to the Infinite Realms for sanctuary while his friends moved forward with their lives, he'd felt unmoored. A ghost with no haunt. Bored was too light a word for the gaping emptiness he felt in his chest, for the loneliness clawing at him. Clockwork, Wulf, Pandora they could help chip at the ache inside of him but not banish it. Not now that his family, his friends, were spread so far apart and so distant from him.

Not that he resented their choices, their distance, in fact he'd fought for them to do just that, to get out of Amity Park, to go to college, to become more than overworked teen superheroes. Still he missed them, even if he could visit them whenever he wanted. It was becoming clear as time moved forward that the world they belonged to and the one he did were two different things.

Danny Fenton couldn't go to college when his parents had declared him dead. Danny Fenton didn't exist as far as the government was concerned. Danny Phantom couldn't return to Amity when those same parents were waiting to capture him and tear him apart 'molecule by molecule'. Danny Phantom couldn't go back when the GIW were crawling over the town like ants.

So neither Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom returned to Amity after that day. And he made sure they couldnt follow him when he ensured the portal that took his life to function never opened again. He didn't need the portal any longer to get in and out of the Infinite Realms, and it was safer for the ghosts, his subjects, if the temptation of the Fenton portal was gone.

The world of the living was not yet ready to accept that the dead didn't always stay dead. And Danny would keep his people safe until they were.

Danny jolted from his lazing state of reverie when a pulse of emotion rocked through him, the strength of it stealing his breath if he had any to take.

Fear/Trapped/Dark/Fear/Help/HELP pounded into him and Danny frantically flipped around, head swiveling, poisonous green eyes wide as he triedf to locate the source. The emotions, the plea for help, burned his core, his Obsession screamed at him.

Help/SomeonePlease/Dark/Trapped/CANTBREATHE/HELP another wave of messages, of emotions pushed themselves at Danny and this time underneath the onslaught he could hear a rhythmic thudding. Danny looked down, horror filling him when he realized the thudding was coming from under the ground. From the grave he'd been hovering over for an hour now.

Danny flew down, sending back a wave of I'mHere/HelpIsComing/I'mComing to the boy trapped in his own coffin, feeling the intense wave of relief and hope sent back before he dived into the earth as if it wasn't there. Danny paused for a moment when he passed the thick wooden coffin, seeing a boy in the dark with wide, panicked blue eyes and fingers tipped with shredded nails and fresh blood.

"Hey, I'm going to get you out of here, okay?" Danny told the boy, keeping his voice gentle, soft. The boy jolted, fixating on the only source of light, Danny's growing green eyes. Danny hoped his smile came off as calming instead of 'freaky AF' as Tucker liked to call it. He grabbed the boy, Jason, as carefully as he could and then let his intangibility wash over the terrified teen as he lifted them both out of the coffin.

When they emerged from the coffin and the ground Danny set the teen down, leaning him against the gravestone, his own gravestone, and pulled back a bit. The boy was gasping in air as if the fetid, polluted air was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.

Danny tilted his head as he watched the boy ground himself. Now that the emotions were leveling out and his Obsession was purring in contentment rather than growling in a frenzy, Danny could feel something off about the boy.

Disregarding the fact that he'd just come back from the dead, of course. But that wasn't the oddest thing Danny had seen in his afterlife. No the boy felt... not like a normal, living human. Not even like an Amity Park resident, who all felt more than slightly liminal. No this boy, this Jason Todd, felt closer to liminal than even Jazz, Tucker or Sam, who were three of the most liminal humans Danny had ever been around.

Jason felt almost...like a ghost. But not. Danny could feel the tickle in his throat that proceeded his ghost sense but the tell-tale mist never emerged. It was as if Jason was...like him. But Danny couldn't sense a core either. Even halfas had cores.

"Who are you?" Jason spoke, breaking Danny from his thoughts and examination. Jason was looking at him with a mix of gratitude and suspicion. Which, fair. Danny had just pulled him from his own coffin and there were so many questions that could stem from all of this, disregarding all the weirdness that was just Danny himself.

"I'm Danny, Danny Phantom. Or just Phantom. I go by either. And you're Jason, right?" Danny asked, smiling at the teen and oops, yeah that was definitely his scary smile based on the slight flinch there. It wasn't his fault his teeth were too sharp now and his lips split a bit too wide.

"How did you know that?" Jason asked, blue eyes narrowing. Danny nodded at the gravestone the boy was leaning against with a raised brow. Jason turned and almost toppled over from the movement. Danny frowned as the boy caught himself on his gravestone. His skin was still pale, too pale, and as Danny watched Jason swayed again.

"Shit. You're fading. You didn't form a core and your body isn't stabilizing." Danny cursed, moving towards the boy who scrambled back, only to be stopped by his grave.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked, hands fisting as he tried to rise only to fall back to the ground when his legs refused to hold his weight.

"Saving your life. The dead aren't supposed to come back. There's always a price to pay, a balance that is struck. Currently, as you are, if I don't get enough ectoplasm in you to form your core, you'll fade and turn into a brain-dead husk." Danny told Jason, tone stern and no nonsense as he grabbed him. Jason made an effort to break free, but it was weak, and even at full strength, he wouldn’t have been able to break Danny's hold. Few in this realm could.

If they had the time, Danny would've approached this situation in a far different manner, but this close he could hear Jason's heartbeat, a weak flutter in his chest, skipping beats as it tried to fuel a body that was past saving. Jason didn't have the time for Danny to approach this gently and kindly, to coax trust out of the teen like he would a feral cat.

Jason had minutes left before his ectoplasm starved body consumed itself trying to make a core and failed because while wherever they were had more ambient ectoplasm than most places, it was far from enough to sustain the birth of a halfa. Maybe if Jason had stayed dead for another year, he'd have naturally formed a core and risen as a proper ghost. But that wasn't what happened, somehow he'd gathered enough to fix his body of whatever wounds or illness had put him in that coffin to begin with and come back to 'life' but without a core to sustain his body he'd be dead, again, in minutes. And Danny was not about to watch while a teenager, another teenager, died.

"How do I know I can trust you?" Jason hissed as Danny pushed his arms down and laid his clawed hands on Jason's chest.

"You don't. But you don't have another choice." Danny said with a shrug. "Now are you going to let me save your life or not?" Danny asked, not moving his hands. He'd save Jason either way but this would be easier if Jason worked with him.

"Fine." Jason spat and Danny smirked as his hands began to glow a toxic green that matched his eyes.

Ectoplasm pooled out of his hands and rushed into Jason, filling him until the boy glowed bright enough to rival the neon lights of the city around them. The green light flared around him like an aura, slowly shrinking but getting impossibly brighter as the glow centralized around his chest until a small glowing ball of green, like a trapped star, blazed from his chest.

Jason gasped, back arching as Danny pulled his hands away and the light vanished under Jason's skin. For a moment Jason's blue eyes burned green and his hair flashed snow white before returning to black, with one single lock of unearthly white left above his forehead. Jason collapsed back against his grave, chest heaving. Danny watched, eyes full of a sad understanding.

"What the fuck was that?" Jason panted out.

"Welcome to the world of the half alive, half dead." Danny said with a smile. "Want to get a burger and talk about it?" He asked, standing up and dusting off his hands.

"Make it a chili dog and you've got a deal."

~~~~~

Fixed some typos added some lines

Maybe I'll continue this AU. Maybe not. This scene was in my head for days and I wanted to share

[radiance1]

Damian: [brushing his teeth]

The shadow hanging over his shoulder: [Gets its teeth dangerously close to Damian's shoulder]

Damian: [Shoves a toothbrush into said shadow move and starts brush]

The shadow: [Pauses before starting to let out a contented purr]

Damian then spits out the foam and washes out his mouth, then makes the shadow do the same and then picks out pjs.

Damian: [Currently decided if he should go with the cat, dog, or knife imprinted one]

The shadow: [Starts getting dangerously close to Damian with, toxic green spirals it calls eyes]

Damian: [Throws the dog imprinted one behind him at the shadow and takes the cat imprinted one for himself and tells the shadow to put it on]

The shadow: [Stares at the clothes before hesitantly putting them on before letting out a noise of distress]

Damian: [Turning around to find the shadow somehow stuck in the pjs, lets out a sigh, then starts to help them fit]

Damian then moves over to the bed, he points to one side and tells the shadow to go there. The shadow listens, laying down as Damian also lays down, grabbing the sheets and covering them both.

It barely took a few seconds for the shadow to fall asleep, and Damian stared at it. Damian wasn't quite sure why the shadow of his dead twin was following him, nor why it was even able to and seemed to hide itself from anyone who isn't Damian.

Nobody besides him knew about it, and Damian decided that he liked it. This could have been his younger brother, if the other had survived, and they would have probably been told to fight to the death to decide an heir.

At the very least, that won't ever happen.

Even if his brother was slightly unusual.

===

Danny did not remember much of the before, he remembered people with blurred faces and features, blurred colors. He remembered a lot of colors, then red, then white, then pain.

He doesn't like pain, he believes.

Then he remembered going to sleep, and then he woke up. It was dark and slimy and cramped when he woke up, especially when he realized someone else was in their with him.

Then he fell asleep again, then woke up to that same dark and slimy place, then fell asleep again, all in some weird cycle. Then, moving, and pain.

It hurt, and he was sluggish when it eventually stopped. Then came pain again, and he was asleep.

Then he woke up, again.

He didn't know what was happening, wasn't really aware of too. But he woke up next to the other who was in that dark and slimy with him, and decided he wanted to stay with them.

He wasn't aware enough for most of the things that happened when Damian grew up, but he still stayed regardless, and hide from everyone else.

Danny loves his brother, and he thinks his brother loves him too. Even if he was slightly unusual.

[finemealprompt]

DP x DC Prompt #51

Damian would like it on the record that this is Todd's fault. If Todd hadn't encouraged Damian to start making fan art, he wouldn't be in this mess. Stupid Todd, Damian should've known better than to listen to him.

But here he was, blushing like mad as he nervously asked his favorite author to sign the fan art he had made for his book. He was such an idiot! Danny Fenton surely would be-

"Oh this is amazing! Do you have any prints I can buy off of you?"

Damian will swear up and down he did not faint.

[stealingyourbones]

Never will I stop with the steadfast notion that folks in the DPXDC fandom should interact with at least some form of canon DC media.

There are comics, tv shows, radio dramas both old and new, podcasts, movies, magazines, so much shit that intentionally avoiding the media is simply preventing yourself from spawning new ideas and gaining a new appreciation for a fandom that you’re already in.

The Superman Radio Show has episodes 11 minutes long. A lot of the TV shows don’t have episodes that surpass 30 minutes and most are nearly fully clipped on the official DC YouTube channel. The amount of fan made motion comics is astounding. The amount of fanmade animations is equally as incredible.

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #58 Part 4

The living room and kitchen were deserted, neither Danny nor Jazz expected anyone as it was normal for their parents to essentially live in the basement only coming up for meals once or twice a month to ‘eat as a family’, these would consist mostly of fast food as no one trusted anything cooked in their kitchen.

They shared a glance as they opened the basement door and headed down. The dimly lit basement held the giant hole in the wall, the so-called portal, a massive metal spectacle with wires and interconnected circuitry met together to create an unholy abomination of science. Or at least that’s what Jazz called it once when they were in her room venting about the situation. 

“JAZZ!! DANNY!!” their overzealous father yelled as he bounded over.

Their mom walked over too, seeming to be happy for their return, “your father and I could barely contain our excitement all day!! Go on put on your hazmat suits.” their mom gestured over to the lockers that held the suits. Both of their parents' lockers tended to be quite empty since they practically lived in them, to the point where they had several copies of the same suits that they’d wash and reuse. Danny and Jazz only had the ones, Jazz had a nice dark violet color with black gloves and boots. Danny had black gloves and boots too but his was white to make it look like he was an astronaut, something that he had mixed feelings on. Both of these used to have a giant picture of Jack’s head on it but it was quickly removed by both siblings. 

They quickly put the suits on over their uniforms and joined their parents behind some glass near the portal. It wasn’t closed off or anything and Danny didn’t think it would be able to prevent something like an explosion from charing all of them but it’s hard to have faith in parents who've missed so much because of the stupid portal, or at least that’s how Danny felt. 

Jazz and Danny huddled together behind their parents as their mom did some final checks on a clipboard, “alrighty we should be all good, Hun you ready to throw the switch?” their mom asked their dad. “As ready as I’ll ever be!” Jack yelled as he threw down the switch.

…

A few sparks erupted from the portal but other than that nothing happened. 

Their dad, frustrated at this angrily tried turning it off and on again but nothing but another smaller spark and then truly nothing. 

Another low frustrated growl left their dad as he and mom walked back up the steps, “alright I’m taking a break.” Jack said, almost defeated, sounding, “I’m sorry but I really thought we had it this time.”

“Oh come on, Jack, let’s go out, I’m sure the kids were probably going over to the Wayne’s again anyways. Let’s go out and have a fun night then sleep on it.” their mom said, patting dad on the shoulder. They shared a fond look and then went upstairs probably to get ready. 

Danny and Jazz stood at the bottom of the stairs and shared a look.

“They gave up too fast again…” Jazz noted.

“I guess, what do we do now?” Danny asked.

“I’m still a little curious about the portal but I don’t want to keep Damian, Tim or Alfred waiting,” Jazz said with a hand on her cheek.

“We could invite them in, I know we haven’t before but maybe Tim would know how to get it working, he is pretty good with technology.” Danny reasoned. Neither of them really wanted to involve the Wayne’s in their family’s shenanigans but at this point they were all friends and Damian and Tim were bound to find out how weird their family was at some point anyways.

Jazz stood there seeming to think things over before she nodded, “alright I trust your judgment but we’ll have to be careful okay?” 

Danny smiled at her, “of course, what’s the worst that could happen?” 

This is what led to the four of them standing at the bottom of the stairs. Their parents had left about an hour ago. Danny and Jazz were still in their suits with Tim without one and made to sit with Jazz behind the glass and Damian and Danny planning to explore the actual tube.

“I don’t want to chance you getting hurt,” he said to her as he made her stand next to Tim.

Damian and Danny shared a look and nodded before heading into the tube. 

They looked around for a while but didn’t see much besides the interconnected wires on the floor of the lab. Damian took the right side while Danny took the left. They worked their way up and down the tube. Damian was a little ahead of Danny on their way out. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary.

When they were almost out Danny lost his footing, his hand flying out in front of him. A soft click was heard and time seemed to crawl to a stand still.

Danny couldn’t stand the thought of his friend getting hurt because of him and he felt a rush of adrenaline. He ran as he felt a swirl of energy and electricity surround his body. 

“DANNY!! DAMIAN!!” he heard both Tim and Jazz shout as he reached Damian who was at the mouth of the portal.

A quick shove was all it took to get Damian, who had turned towards him at the sound of the shout, out of the portal. 

“DANIEL!!” he heard Damian shout as the portal activated on top of him, surrounding his body with swirling green.

Blinding pain shot through Danny, feeling as if he was being torn apart and put back together again and again.

He figured he was dying but at least he could protect those he cared about. He was able to shove Damian out of the portal in time, and Tim and Jazz were safely behind the blast glass.

He wouldn’t ever be able to fly among the stars as an astronaut but he was able to protect. His family and friends were safe and that’s all that mattered. 

He could allow himself to succumb to the darkness as the electricity and pain consumed him whole.

[starry-bi-sky]

thinking about Dan in CFAU and just how different he needs to be (in my opinion) in order for Danny's whole thing to work. Canon Danny with Dan's influence, would never even consider thinking of killing anyone even after losing people close to him because he'd be scared of becoming like him. CFAU Danny however has been festering in this hurt and anger for years and wants the Joker dead and is plotting it. I don't think he'd do that with Dan's influence.

I explained how Rath came to be in this post here. Things happened in TUE as normal -- Danny's family dies, he lives with Vlad, Vlad rips out his ghost half. The difference here is that not only was Danny in a grieving state (something exclusive to banshees that the post goes into) but he also doesn't end up fusing with Vlad.

What happens instead is that Danny's ghost half, consumed already with grief and now enraged by being murdered and lied to by Vlad, destroys him completely and disappears into the ghost zone. He traps himself unintentionally in a negative feedback loop of grief, and as a human spirit banshee, cannot mentally handle the constant agony and sorrow he's experiencing. What happens is that he ends up driving himself insane with misery.

So the difference here, ultimately, between Dan and Rath, is that at the end of the day; Dan is fully aware of his actions. He knows what he's doing is wrong, and delights in it. He acknowledges his lack of humanity and feels no remorse in doing what he does.

Rath? He's... not. Not really. Dan is a hulking mass of muscle; tall, towering, terrifying. He loves what he does and does what he loves. Rath, however, appears as a scrawny young boy in raggedy clothes far too big for him, hunched in on himself while dirty, unkempt hair curtains his face and hides whatever he doesn't have ducked down in his curled-in form.

Rath is locked in a constant, unending state of sorrow and misery. He, for lack of better words, is unable to perceive the world around him properly and lashes out terribly and violently at anyone or anything that catches his attention. The only thing that he knows is that his family is gone, his other half is gone, that everyone he loves is gone, gone, gone.

He is a zombie apocalypse wrapped up in the form of a malnourished child, wandering the world in search of people who are not there, and becomes furious if you're not them. He is constantly crying, but he's been crying for so long that he's all but lost his voice. Meaning anyone trying to keep an ear out for him has to listen for soft, pained gasps and quiet whimpering, and wonder if the sound they're hearing are hurt survivors, or the very thing they're running from.

As a result, Rath's influence on Danny isn't that he's scared of doing something bad and becoming like him. He's scared of losing control of himself and dooming himself and others to eternal misery. As a result, he's adamant that things that he's done were not done out of pure emotion, but were active choices he made.

Up to and including killing the Joker. There's enough grief and rage behind his views on him that anyone could argue, especially knowing that Danny's a ghost, that he was not in the right mind when he did it. He was blinded by his emotions and was not in the right mental capacity, he had no control over himself. It'd work as a convincing argument.

If it weren't for Danny himself arguing against it. Killing the Joker was a choice he made, fully and willingly. It was autonomous, premeditated murder and he won't accept anything else -- it was not a fit of passion, it was not act of insanity, it was a decision. He won't accept it being anything else but revenge either, and if anyone tries to claim that it was a necessary evil he will yell at them. He didn't do this for the betterment of the public, that was just a fortunate side effect. He did it for himself and Jason. If you wanted it to be a necessary evil, then you should've killed him yourself. It was a selfish evil and he knows it.

In the end, Dan’s existence would prevent Joker’s death. Rath’s existence only solidifies it.

Rath's complete difference from Dan is one of my favorite parts about this au even if he never makes a direct appearance.

[puppetmaster13u]

SO

Before my laptop broke I worked a little bit on the Dies Irae au, this one, where Jason slowly amasses the de-aged liminal (now-even-more-ecto-contaminated) class.

SO, I have a question. Would anyone be interested in a writing WIP?

EDIT: It's Here

[is-this-even-relatable]

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

———

Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[epicfeather]

Ok I bet other people have already discussed this, but in season 2, the episode with Dark Danny (evil), his entire backstory was basically "my friends and family died and so now I'm evil or whatever"

But ghosts exist, so wouldn't he still see them as ghosts?

There's only 2 things I could think of to explain this:

1. Some people just, don't come back as ghosts. But for this I'm not sure what would allow someone to become a ghost, is it goals? Wants? Idk

2. I heard someone say that it was implied the ghost zone was alive, I really don't remember that at all, but it would be really neat. So, most ghosts will make up the whole ghost zone somehow. Except, some more powerful ghosts (or just lucky ghosts) will be able to free themselves from it and do their own thing, like Pariah Dark or the Box Ghost

It would be kinda funny if they all did become ghosts and and Danny is just, living normally with his ghost pals.

I've probably missed a ton of stuff while watching the show that everyone else has seen/known for a while. I'm just curious as to what other people think, I'm new to the phandom so 👍

[lys5ophobia]

if my math is correct (which it is probably not) then neil is the same age as paul mccartney

[phanboyo]

Sometimes I wonder if I should be concerned about how often I'm surprised at the shock and outrage at things that the Fenton parents say/do/allow in fanfiction and in the show.

Like what do you mean thats not a rational and reasonable decision? Danny is a whole 14 year old, surely he can handle cleaning the weapons vault or cooking himself dinner or sterilizing lab equipment. He even has his own hazmat suit for lab chores.

[getmeoutofportcharles]

sam’s death is about to have me fucked up beyond belief.

[xysidhequeen]

Red Knight AU update

I'm posting this, so I am forced to keep this part in. Because I'm a chicken shit little bitch. And I've already added and removed the four sentences that allude to this at least 3 times already.

We'll finally be getting the slight hint of the Danny x Jason thing I've alluded to possibly happening in the tags of previous parts. I won't actually be you know finalizing any feelings until we hit the second...arc? Gotham, when we get to Gotham. An arc implies I have a plot which I. Do. Not.

Also reason it's taking so long for a new part. 1. I've been absorbed by Pokémon Scarlet. I finally finished the story so my ADHD is allowing me extra bandwidth again.

2. I....uh meant to write part 9 and ended up with a mini part that is pure angst and had absolutely nothing I wanted part 9 to have. So I had to restart. The angst excerpt will be posted as an interlude between part 9 and 10 for the interim of the 3.5 year timeskip we're going to have.

[deep-spacediver577]

Can't stop thinking about this pet gerbil. I wanna call him Rocketeer!

[aro-aizawa]

everyone to me upon hearing my mum has an operation today: oh it’s going to be fine! don’t worry about it!!!

me, genuinely: yeah dw i’m not worried about it the likelihood of anything going wrong is like, nil. so i’m genuinely not worried.

*the day of the operation, after hearing my mum is abt to head into the operating theatre*

me: okay she’s dead right now and i’m not going to find out until tonight and im home alone and ohhhhhh she’s too young to die

[slippery-minghus]

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