#Jazz Breaks
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Prompt 261
“So is no one going to talk about the eldritch space child or…”
“I mean, do you want to get between a child and Batman? I think the only one who could even get close right now is Superman…”
“No you’re right, I think- oh my god the eldritch space child is playing with batman’s bat-ears and he’s not doing anything about it what the fuck I thought only Robins could get away with that-”
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#Alfred is Clockwork#AndCW having adopted Danny means Danny gets to meet his new big brother from another timeline#Bruce (Once Alfred confirms) is absolutely attached within moments#Autistic bois unite & talk for hours about hyperfixations#Clark has had time to make an entire homemade pie at this point#No Danny isn’t ghost king nor is Clockwork Cronus#Bruce: I have only had a baby brother for 5 hours but if anything happens to him I will let my kids break all the rules & kill everyone her#Signal: Yeah definitely Alfred’s he glows like him and everything#The rest of the bats: Alfred does what now-#Danny with dozens of big star eyes to Bruce: How would you feel about sisters#Bruce holding 3 children & 1 young adult: I am big brother now#Alfred scathingly says that Someone in the family *cough Jazz cough* will at least finish college & get their degree#Sometimes CW enjoys turning off his future-vision and vibing as a mostly-mortal#And Gotham is an old war buddy of his (Yes Gotham is the city equivalent of an Ancient) from the [Redacted] era of the Realms#And xer son & daughter are adorable- Bludhaven & Arkham love the vigilantes lots
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When Danny enters the Fenton portal for the very first time, he still trips and shocks himself but at the same time damages the inside of the portal enough that it can’t sustain itself past the point of changing Danny’s molecules.
The electricity and damage done to both Danny and the portal isn’t something Danny, Sam, and Tucker can cover up and his parents find out immediately. They’re more concerned about their son then the portal (they have the blueprints for the portal and can rebuild it later but can’t replace their son if something happened to him) and go through a lot of things emotions regarding the existence of ghost human hybrids.
Danny’s new biology could easily be passed as meta human traits. Unfortunately President Lex Luther had just recently passed laws against meta humans. Meaning they can’t risk people find out about Danny’s new powers, at all. The Fentons decide that Danny should live with one of Maddie or Jacks relatives off grid until he can control his new abilities better.
luckily Jacks sister, Martha, and her husband have experience with a super powered child and after their son moved to the city could probably use a hand on their farm. All Jack needed to do was call.
#dp x dc#dp x dc prompt#danny fenton#jack fenton#martha kent#Danny wondering why his parents have so many relatives he never really sees#All the relatives that never forgot when Jack and Maddie hosted Thanksgiving Dinner before Danny or Jazz were born#bonding with your estranged relatives over turkey battling related trauma#Martha hasn’t let Jack visit the farm after he made the tractor sentient back in 87#Danny discovering Superman is his farm boy turned reporter cousin and can never take any of the metropolis villains seriously anymore#Martha and Jon thinking they have a break from raising a super powered teenage: Danny showing up phased halfway through their front porch#unrelated but I’m not sure how much sense this actually makes (I’ve had a high grade fever all week and know I’ve been out of it)
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"You thought I was the Sacrifice!!!"
DCxDP prompt
Danny gets summoned by some two bit cultists. Normally he could ignore such a weak call but he was weakened (captured by parents or the GIW) and used the pull to escape. He gets pulled to the center of the circle, and passes out, turning back to a human form.
Batman finds this unconscious, injured, black haired child in the middle of a summoning circle and whips out adoption papers.
#dpxdc#dcxdp#danny phantom#danny fenton#danny wakes up on the watchtower and scares everyone as he stops breathing looking at the stars#Jazz gets called because she's labeled as 'safe parent' on dannys phone#this raises soo many questions#jazz helps break down the GIW#everyone gets adopted
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Feet on the Ground
loose phic phight fill for @oldfashionedbattlehymn
warnings for: murder attempt, discussion of child death
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Danny wakes up in a garbage bag.
It isn’t as gross as it sounds. Danny’s the only thing in there, and it’s not like the lack of air is going to kill him; he could rip his way out, but honestly, going intangible is just as effective and twice as easy.
And, of course, once he’s phased his way out of the dumpster behind the gas station, Danny is very, very grateful that he didn’t even try. Everything else in there is….eeugh. He shivers.
Well. It’s got to be early morning now—it’s dark. There’s no other cars on the highway. Even the gas station itself is closed, and the stars have already lost their spark.
Time to head home.
*
Danny wakes up behind the gas station. Again.
…Okay?
The first time, Danny had just assumed he’d fallen asleep somewhere weird while flying around the neighborhood, but a second time is a pattern. It’s definitely not his fault this time either, because there’s no way he would have duct taped his arms and legs together or slapped a gag on his mouth.
That’s kind of. Ominous.
Danny frees himself of the garbage bag first— and thank goodness he doesn’t have to breathe— he floats himself out of the bag and the dumpster, which had…thankfully been given a good scrubbing since last time? There’s some other trash, apparently, but nothing sharp enough to cut through his durable, tape-based bonds. It takes some finagling and some eye lasers for Danny to finally get his arms free.
And. Hoo Boy. There’s no more liberating a feeling than peeling tape off your mouth, even if your mouth skin kind of comes off with it and you bleed a little. But it’s fine! It’s green, which means it’ll heal.
Fabulous. Danny zooms off invisibly into the night, more than willing to put the night behind him.
*
…Okay, the third time is what makes it more than a coincidence.
Danny shucks out of the bruise-tight ropes around his wrists, torso, knees, and legs, spits out his gag, and flies home. He finally has to give into the inevitable, and attempts the last resort:
“Jazz?” he whispers, slowly rocking his sister in her bed. Jazz mumbles in her sleep.
“Jaaaaazzy…” Danny tries again, trying not to look either too spooky or too imposing. Jazz’s reflexes are such that—
The laser she keeps under her pillow goes off. Danny loses a few millimeters of hair, which means that her aim is getting better.
He doesn’t have any trouble seeing in the dark (or, uh, not anymore, anyway), but it’s easy to see Jazz’s sleepy squint as she pulls herself somewhat upright. More like a shrimp with scoliosis, but, well. You know.
“Whuh,” Jazz asks. “...Danny?”
“Hey,” Danny whispers, a ghost at her bedside. Jazz grunts. “Uh. What does it mean when you keep waking up in a trash bag behind the gas station?”
Jazz blinks. Jazz rubs her eyes. Jazz blinks again, looking more sleepy than coherent but at least somewhat aware of her surroundings.
“Garbage bag?” Jazz asks blearily. “You were in a garbage bag?”
“Yeah,” Danny whispers back. “My legs were tied down?”
“...Danny, were you murdered?”
Danny stops.
“Huh?” says Danny.
*
“So, if you look here,” Tucker points out, finger not quite touching the glass of his CRT monitor, “That’s when Danny gets murdered.”
There is a collective eeew from the assembled viewers— Jazz, Sam, and Danny, all crowded in Tucker’s room.
“Yeah, Tucker agrees. The light from the black-and-white footage flashes in the reflection of his glasses. “Here’s where he’s tossed in…there. And this is when they tossed him in the dumpster.”
There’s no sound on the gas station surveillance footage, but Danny imagines that his body clanged on the way in. What the hell. Danny got murdered behind a gas station, and he didn’t even notice?!
They watch the archived footage of a Ford F-150 driving off the property, and then Danny’s dead body being unceremoniously tossed in a dumpster. It’s kind of surreal. No one had noticed. There was no one to report the crime committed.
“I can’t believe that guy just clocked you over the head, like that,” Sam points out. “It’s just a regular car jack. It shouldn’t have gotten you in the first place.”
The observation isn’t appreciated.
“Be nice! My brother was just murdered,” Jazz scolds. Danny doesn’t think she sounds as offended as she should be. “Either way, it’s certainly an attempted murder, if not a successful one. We have to do something.”
“…Can’t we just call the cops?” Tucker asks, turning away from the computer. “I mean. Look. That’s proof. We have proof right here.”
Sure enough, there is footage. Right there. There’s Danny’s murder, in 240p black and white.
“Where’s the body?” Sam asks dryly, and. Uh. That’s a problem they’ll have to solve.
Everyone looks at everyone else. No one has a good solution.
“…Do we have to do this?” Tucker realizes at the same second as the rest of them.
Jazz looks at Danny. Danny looks at Sam. Sam looks at Tucker.
Tucker stares back at them, entirely unenthused with the conclusion they’ve come to.
“…Okay then,” Jazz exhales. “How do you want to do this?”
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Sam ends up on top of the gas station, a cell phone in her hand.
Tucker, PDA in hand, sits in Jazz’s passenger seat. The camera feed is ongoing and recording for posterity.
Jazz taps her fingers on the wheel of her car. There isn’t anywhere better to hide than down the road and around the corner, so she does, hoping that they’re on the other end of the road from whoever’s killing her brother every night.
Danny is, of course, wandering through the neighborhood.
Losing her baby brother—on purpose—is the worst thing Jazz can imagine. She feels sick. She wants to throw him into the car and speed away, and break every speed limit law in the county on her way out. She wants to pack him in bubble wrap and ship him expedited to France.
But she does leave her brother alone. She lets Tucker look over the footage as Danny roams around town, just as unaware and unsuspecting as his last few outings.
Tucker sees the man first.
He bolts upright, eyes on his PDA. “Jazz.”
Her head whips around. They watch, silently, as someone approaches Danny’s lone figure on the doorstep outside the gas station.
They can’t hear anything. That’s the scariest part.
“Call,” Jazz demands. Tucker does.
Doubtlessly, on the roof of the gas station, Sam is dialing too.
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So. Danny knows this guy.
And. Uh. It’s kind of embarrassing; he’d asked if Danny was okay walking home alone at night a few hours before his dumpster wake-up call, and Danny had said it was fine.
Apparently, no, it wasn’t fine. That being said, Danny hadn’t been expecting a guy in a button-up and khakis to be the guy murdering him on the down low. He kind of looks like the dude who sells you televisions and burner phones at a Wal-Mart.
The guy comes all the way over to where Danny is sitting on the thin concrete step of the gas station. His breath fogs up from the weather and his eyes rake over Danny, up and down; down and up.
“Hey,” he says, looking all the world like any other concerned citizen. Danny’s heart throbs. “It’s cold outside. You need a ride back to town?”
“…No,” says Danny, who doesn’t.
“Your mom okay with you comin’ home late by yourself?” the man asks nervously, hands going to his hair.
Danny thinks about how many times he’s woken up in the dumpster. He thinks about seeing his own body on the camera tape. Prone. Dead.
“You still keep a car jack in your passenger seat?” Danny asks instead.
The man freezes. An attempted murderer he might be, but he’s not exactly an Oscar-winning actor. “What?”
“The car jack,” Danny repeats. He doesn’t know if he’s mad the man keeps targeting him, or whether he’s grateful Danny’s the only one who’s died so far. “It’s got a lot of sharp corners. They hurt, you know.”
The man…carefully laughs the statement off, but he looks. Nervous.
Danny doesn’t really need to confront him; he only has to stall long enough that Tucker or Sam can call the cops, so that they can see this man’s face and get him on the record. But.
There’s a part of Danny…
The man looks so human. Flush with blood. Solid enough to break. Fragile enough to be made broken.
Danny still resents being made dead. This man didn’t kill Danny—not in any way that mattered, but he’s an easy target.
He doesn’t breathe. The man watches a boy sit in the shadows of a building where he’s been dumping bodies, and Danny can taste his fear.
“It hurt a lot,” Danny says, and he isn’t referring to waking up in the bags every couple of mornings in the last few weeks. “It hurt so much. I was screaming.”
The man is silent.
“Do you like to hear the screaming?” Danny asks, suddenly curious. Did he care, if Danny had screamed, or if he had been too unaware to notice he was dying? Would he have cared, if there were others more breakable than Danny that he had hurt?
He doesn’t answer.
“I don’t like it,” Danny confesses. In a horrible way, it’s easy to tell his would-be murderer about his death—unlike Tucker or Sam, who witnessed it, or Jazz, who loves him, this man can’t be affected by Danny’s take on his own death. In fact, if he is hurt by the thought of Danny’s death…good. It’s better if he is. If there is remorse in him. “I don’t like to hear screaming. I screamed for so long, and so loud. It felt like forever.”
The man’s hands curl. He steps back.
Danny can’t help but to frown. If he leaves, the whole point of calling the cops will be for nothing, and he’ll be warier of coming back to where Danny’s body was dropped. “Where are you going?”
The man takes another step back. Danny rockets upright. He’s on his feet in seconds. “Weren’t you here for me?” Danny asks, genuinely confused, arms outstretched. “We’re here. You dumped me here over and over again.”
“Shut up,” the man snaps, startling the both of them with his volume. “He—you’re not real. You’re… Be quiet. I have real things to get done tonight!”
Danny’s dead heart throbs. Is there another dead kid? Did Danny let another kid get killed in Danny’s place? “Do you?”
The man loses his voice.
“We’re already here,” Danny points out. He steps closer—closer to the truck that drove his dead body around town, further from the dumpster where his body had been dropped. The disposal hadn’t been a funeral, but it’s closer than anything Danny’s ever had. “You’re here. I’m here. Aren’t you here for me?”
A choked breath. Danny gets closer. The ectoplasm in his skin is too warm and too cold—but he has no idea what he looks like from the outside. Is he glowing? Is he see-through? Does he just look like any other dead kid: a little too cold, a little too pale?
They’re eye to increasingly shorter eye. Up close, the man just looks like any other guy. Shaved in the face. Wrinkles around his eyes. A nose. A mouth.
Danny’s not afraid of him. His head tilts. “You’ve already killed me three times. What are you going to do now? I’ll just come back again. I won’t even notice. I died. I know what you look like—I know how to find you. It’ll be easy.”
The man’s pupils dilate—
And then there’re hands on Danny’s neck. And. It’s kind of painful, but Danny doesn’t have to breathe. So. He just kind of…pretends to be hurt?
He’s meant to be stalling for time. The cops are coming. All he needs is time.
So Danny makes some somewhat dramatic sounds and kicks out with his feet, because a fight lasts longer than a passive victim. He lands a hit to the man’s stomach, and another to his chest—he doesn’t drop Danny the way Danny might have expected, but Danny isn’t going to run out of air, so this can last forever until the man lets go. Or does something.
“Stop— coming— back,” the man snarls, and suddenly sounds nothing like the dudes who man the tech counter at the Walmart. “I got you— you should be gone!”
Danny is gone. But he’s also here. And he’s also been gone for a very long time, and he’s also getting choked out by a guy in a gas station parking lot. It’s been a rough few hours of waiting for this dude. He might as well make it worth it.
So maybe his body turns a little translucent. Just a little. Just enough to see the streetlight through his skin, probably, and the hazy road behind them.
Getting thrown to the concrete hurts, but, you know, not as badly as getting tossed into a wall by Skulker on a rampage. Danny’s barely going to be bruised after this.
The guy runs to his car, and Danny frowns, scrambling back up, and, wait. Wouldn’t having bruises be better? As evidence? They better not heal too quickly, or else that’ll be it of his physical proof.
“Where are you going?” Danny asks, more perplexed and angry than anything. Isn’t he supposed to try to kill the witness??
But the guy hauls butt into the cab of his truck— and then the lights go on and the tires start spinning, the engine roaring to life.
If Danny wasn’t actively on camera at the moment, it would be easy to fly after the car. As it is, he’s pretty fast, but he’s not quite quick enough on his feet to chase after a pickup truck careening down the highway in the dark.
The man’s gone in a few seconds. Honestly, Danny’s kind of annoyed about the whole thing. It would have been nice for it to work.
Sam climbs down from the roof of the gas station, phone in her hand. “No, I just— he choked out my friend and drove off! Send someone over here already!! You— do you need the license plate again?!”
Danny just looks at her. Sam covers her phone’s mic with a hand: “They’re saying five minutes,” she mouths.
Great.
Danny hunkers down, throat bruising, and Sam sits down beside him. They wait.
By the time the cops pull into the gas station, the guy’s more than out of sight. Sam’s the one who takes the lead on dictating their story. Danny sort of doesn’t realize how out of it he is until someone tries to throw a shock blanket on him. He almost hits the guy square in the face— and Sam’s the one who has to catch his arm.
Uh. Oops.
Jazz and Tucker roll in, hardly pretending to have not been nearby; Jazz wraps her arms around him, and Danny lets her.
Sue him. It’s late. He’s tired.
“...And I can’t believe you weren’t able to get down the road in time to catch a man who choked out my best friend,” Sam snaps, which, aw! Danny’s a best friend. The cop she’s attempting to strip down for parts looks less sympathetic than Danny feels. “You’re barely a ten minute drive up the highway! What were you doing, meandering?”
“No,” the cop grits out, eying Sam like a bug on his shoe. “We were telling the officer down the road what to look out for.”
Apparently, jamming the gas down hard enough to bust your speedometer gets you pulled over at the speed check.
The night is over before Danny knows it. Someone gets him to the station, someone takes photos of his bruises and takes his statement. Someone calls Mom and Dad and then Danny’s in the GAV, half asleep and exhausted beyond belief.
He falls asleep on the couch, Mom’s fingers in his hair.
*
It’s not like the Amity Park police tell them anything, but Jazz is the one who finds the report on the news.
She records it on the TiVo for him.
“Eustace Miller, from Tennessee,” Sam reads aloud, knee to knee on his couch. Tucker adjusts his glasses. “Looks like he was already on the run.”
“Or as good as,” Tucker agrees quietly. “Looks like they’re pinning a couple of cold cases to him.”
They watch; there’s pictures of him from his hometown, and from the towns he would visit on his joyride across the country. There were pictures of his family. There were pictures of kids Danny would never meet: kids who were already dead, and who had been for months. Years, even.
They’d looked so happy in the photos from when they were alive.
…Danny could relate.
Jazz turns the report off that night, thumb on the power button. And that’s all it takes for Danny to stop waking up in a trash bag.
#phic phight 2024#tw murder#tw child murder#tw death#I think that covers it???#wait#tw choking#there we go#Danny works out some of his feelings about dying young#danny phantom#phic phight#this is very quickly being edited and posted on lunch break please bear w/ me#faer fic#sam manson#tucker foley#jazz fenton
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jazz and danny jazz and danny i’m beggin i need the sibling content
got your back and you’ve got mine
#danny phantom#danny phantom fanart#dp#dp fanart#danny fenton#jazz fenton#jasmine fenton#blah blah don’t tag as ship etc#that’s probably obvious but y’know#a wild jazz appears!! she’s the best tbh i should draw her more#ney’s art#these are really fun to work on bc it’s neat to work with simpler shapes#i spent so much time doing like… fully rendered pieces#gotta flex both muscles tho so once i take a break i’ll do more of that
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#dropout#breaking news#foodies#dropout TV D&D splosh edition#aabria ayengar#becca scott#erika ishii#carolyn page#Caroylyn 'toots' the Page#legendary jazz trumpeter#savant
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dp x dc prompt:
Due to something magical going on in Gotham the Bats, at Constantine's suggestion, summon/call a powerful ghost/Liminal (Danny/Jazz/Elle/Dan, take your pick) that has apparently been living in Gotham for a few years (Bruce is Not Happy to find out he was oblivious to this fact) to help.
The Fenton that was summoned/called agrees to help the Bats- but with on one condition: they need advice on how to tell their significant other(s) about their whole ghost/liminal nature and don't know how to do that with people so completely removed from anything to do with the supernatural or hero stuff.
The Bats agree, but as soon as the Fenton reveals their civilian identity to try and smooth over the "oops I never did tell you I moved here my bad" portion of the program Bruce recognizes them as the person one of his children has been dating.
He immediately decides "fuck it, Bruce gets to be the one to cause a lil chaos this time, as a treat" and has the Batkid dating the Fenton in question come over in their vigilante gear to be the one to give the advice.
#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp prompt#bruce wayne#john constantine#batfam#batkids#danny fenton#jazz fenton#dani phantom#danielle phantom#elle phantom#dan phantom#Bruce: this is my circus and those are my monkeys but you know what i'm on break right now#the monkeys can deal with this clown shit on their own this time#batkid in full vigi gear seeing their SO who doesn’t know their secret identity standing there next to Bruce: 👁👄👁
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Dc x dp idea 97
Danny as phantom storms a justice league meeting accusing Batman of magically sacrificing his son to be his (little sister/daughters) husband. Like I’m picturing Danny portaling and slapping Batman. To make matters worse both Danielle and Damian are only 9.
He can only sense Batman as the father of his new (hopefully temporary) in-law. Who thankfully is still actually human and not dead. The pits cover Talia scent. So he doesn’t know about her. Stinky waters do that you know.
Danny rushed to conclusions the moment frostbite told him what happened.
Bruce is very confused. For starters he doesn’t have a 9 year old son. Secondly he just had not done that.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp dc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#justice league#ghost king danny#ghost princess Ellie#i made her 9#Damian does not know Bruce Wayne is Batman yet#I’m pretty sure he was 10 of i remember right#ra wanted power#what better way to forcibly marry his grandson to the ghost royal family#jazz is back in the realm trying to keep everyone calm#frostbite is very mad#pandora as well#the hunt to break the marriage is on#Danny is not going to just let Damian back easily tho#he won’t let him be in a place where he will be sacrificed again#not okay with him#Bruce is confused#he most certainly doesn’t have a son#Damian did not get unalived#small mercy#royal family is still part human. so he just proofed into the zone#Damian and Dani have like matching tatoos or something#Danny was confused.#frostbite knew what it was
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FIGHT SCENE (that came to me while sick and slightly out of it so bear with me if it sounds CRAZYYYY)
Jazz is fighting some villain. Villain tries to use her dead brother as emotional collateral. She ignores it, seemingly unaffected, and continues to fight.
At some point the villain will be almost defeated, awaiting the final blow. They try one final plea to the red haired woman defeating them, “What would your brother say?”
At that moment, a boy falls through the ceiling, landing on the ground in front of the woman with a smug smile on his face. “I’D SAY -Actually wait hold on a sec.”
The boy gently tugs on the woman’s foot. “Jazz c’mere!” He loudly whispers.
She lets out an irritated sigh, says “Fine.”and hops over until her foot is lightly resting on his stomach. It’s almost picturesque. Her standing triumphantly on the boy who has now dramatically put his hand to his head.
He cries out (with a shit eating grin on his face), “OVER MY DEAD BODY!”
Villain: …
Danny: …
Villain: …
Danny: GET IT? Because I’m DEAD???
Jazz: “Ugh, you’re SO dramatic.”
Danny: Eh, it was funnier in my head.
Villain: …But he’s not dead?!
Danny: Would a LIVE person be able to do THIS? *does something completely normal and human*
Villain: …
Danny: …
Villain: yes.
Danny: Dammit. How about THIS? *does another completely normal human thing*
Villain: …
Danny: …
Villain: …also yes.
Danny: You’ve gotta be shitting me.
Jazz: Just soup them already!
Danny: No no! I will figure this out! How about THIS?
Villain: Yes but WHY would you WANT TO?!
Danny: Ugh Fine. What about this one??
Villain: …I personally don’t know how to do that, but yes that is something a person could do.
Danny: Really? It’s easy! Here, let me show you!
Jazz: …
Jazz: I’m going home.
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#jazz fenton#danny fenton#jasmine fenton#honestly could be normal DP#but I like the idea of Joker or Riddler being the villain#or HARLEY#Danny has a flair for the dramatics#Jazz indulges him but that doesn’t mean she has to like it#have some bats in the background like#should we break this up?#or give suggestions#Jazz could point out the intangibility and falling through the ceiling and floating down to the floor#but if no one has pointed it out yet then they don’t deserve the help#bats is over there like#what does she mean by soup them already#does she want to give them a meal#or turn them into soup#this idea took hold of me and said WRITE IT#I was literally in the middle of a tv show when this scene came to me#I started laughing and had to stop the show to write this#sorry if it’s unintelligible#also I imagine Danny with Jake Peralta vibes from Brooklyn 99#do with that what you will
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Tracklist:
Phoenix • Starlight • Galaxian • Atari 800 • Afroboticks
Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube
#hyltta-polls#polls#artist: nu era#language: instrumental#language: english#decade: 2010s#Afrosynth#Afro Electro#Synth House#Tech House#Synth Jazz#Broken Beat#Jazz Breaks
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Another de-aged Danny au, but he's with Dan & Ellie & Jazz as well.
Jason has like just arrived back to Gotham, caused chaos in the underbelly due to well, 8 heads in a duffle bag, and is just starting his takeover of Crime Alley. It's going good, great even! And then he busts some sort of gang or smuggling ring run by people in white suits and there's... holy shit why do these four toddlers have Lazarus eyes?!
Is that a lab?! And Lazarus waters?! Jason might be a bit mad but he's not an asshole, he's not going to just leave these kids here to the streets. He can't just take them to the Batclan either, and as much as he begrudgingly trusts Talia, he sure as fuck doesn't trust Ras. Who knows what he'd do to four... what are they, pit-kids?
Now he's juggling his whole revenge-thing, running a criminal empire, taking over Gotham's underbelly, and being a single dad. At least the goonion seems to be down for helping, seeing as he's making Crime Alley safer...? .... Fuck he needs some proper sleep
#Jason adopts the Fenton Siblings Au#de-aged phantom#dcxdp#danny fenton#jazz fenton#jordan fenton#dan fenton#dani fenton#ellie fenton#prompts#Dan & Jazz are somewhere between 5 to 6#Ellie & Danny are closer to like 3 or 4#Jason now has 4 baby eldritch toddlers to care for#even more hilarious when he breaks into another GIW lab and finds another pair of kids#This uh#might be a problem#He's not becoming Bruce is he???#he definitely doesn't find lil bby liminals sam and tucker nope#The phantom siblings: Another halfa???#One whose not a fruitloop???#New dad they guess#Gotham is happy their lil red knight has his own lil haunt of ghostlings#Some of the goonion might get more liminal#Jason definitely gives off uncanny valley vibes#He's crime alley's reaper and angel all into one#Batfam can't get info on this new player because nobody is talking#They don't want the kids to be at risk#or for batman to steal them#Jason: Huh I would have thought Bruce would be giving more trouble...#Goonion: :)
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Right so what if Danny became a psychologist instead of Jazz?
His friends and family died protecting him. So when he runs away and starts a new life, he adopts traits from all of them (both as a way of grieving and a way to honor them). For Tucker and Sam, Danny splits his free time between being a white hat hacker and a vocal environmental activist. For his parents, he adopts more of their eccentric personality. When he's not in a professional setting, he is loud and in your face about the latest thing he's been working on (he's also just about the most loyal person you can meet).
And for Jazz, his precious big sister, Danny decides to excel in the career path she never got the chance to enter. He resolves to fulfill her goal of helping out those society has deemed irredeemable. The ones nobody else can or wants to help. The first one he starts with, is the Joker.
#dp x dc#dc x dp#dpxdc#dcxdp#winter's tales#twisting yourself into a hodge podge of your loved ones personalities and aspirations isn't healthy#in caee i needed to point that out#but danny was in a bad mental state for a while and needed to start a new life anyway so....#he's more well adjusted now but still#i'ma be honest i just kinda wanted danny channeling his inner jazz#as he systematically breaks down the joker's arguments and persona#without ever breaking eye contact#this is the result of that one scene running away from me#just like these tags#but oh well we press on#because i also want to explain#how effing hilarious it is to think about the batfam getting word about a new employee at arkham#which already has them in panic mode#and then they find out he's working with joker!?#double panic#then they talk with him and he sounds like he has a whole box of screws loose with the way he rambles on#alright everybody prepare for a new rogue to hit the streets soon!#until they get their hands on the first session danny had with joker#and he's clearly not the same guy they talked to weeks ago#his personality is just way too different#what the hell is going on?
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They could have been BFFs
#danny phantom#vlad masters#jazz fenton#meta#danny breaks down vlad's front door to find his arch nemesis & his big sister#wearing matching pink bathrobes & spa masks & painting each other's nails#while having an absolutely incomprehensible conversation about medieval eastern european architecture#(does jazz even have any friends? is she one of those lonely gifted kids?)#she & vlad are both so chatty & gregarious. same strong/overbearing bulldozer personalities#their mall crawls would be epic#& with jazz's penchant for psychology vlad would be an endless source of intrigue#vlad sobbing on the phone‚ eyeliner smeared down his cheeks: i just don't know what to do jasmine#jazz: *sighs and pulls her dsm-v off the shelf*#whenever jazz has had her fill of her family's insanity#she goes & spends the weekend with vlad#because his brand of insanity is different & she needs a break#plus vlad makes the best roszke
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Plants don't like danny
No matter what he does or how hard he tries they always die in his care
So when sam ask him to take care of her plants while she was away for at most a week he was worried but he could last a week he would stick to sams list of how and when to care for the plants
When sam was delayed for an aparent month because her parents decided to extend their vacation he got worried and when the first plant started to show signs of death he decided to take drastic measures
This is how dr pamela isley aka poison ivy found herself kidnapped out of arkham to care for a young girls plants
#danny phantom#dp x dc#dpxdc#danny fenton#poison ivy#danny kidnaps ivy out of arkham to help with sams plant's#harley quinn#harley tracks ivy down expecting to have to fight only to find her teaching a kid who looks like death warmed over how to care for plants#jazz comes to scold danny for breaking someone out of prison only to meet harley and thrilled to have someone with an therapist there#danny needs therapy#they both get semi adopted#more so once they hear the Fentons regularly talk about wanting to rip apart the town hero
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Can we get some Dark Dan and Jazz?
oh you absolutely can. these siblings are not alright.
#danny phantom#danny phantom fanart#dp#dp fanart#dan phantom#jazz fenton#dark danny#hahaha god *head in hands*#i think half my soul subsists on krossan’s art of these two being wholesome#but their canon interactions ripped my heart out and still do#ney’s art#ney’s comics#oh and don’t tag as ship etc etc#you all know the drill right?#breaking the style consistency and also this isn’t technically a doodle…#right when i said i was gonna do them consistently too. like IMMEDIATELY#but... c'mon man the scene is so iconic#jazz’s eyes were just the tiiiiniest bit wonky so uh. fixed that i think#jasmine fenton
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