#Roxpox

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Green thumb (dp x dc)

“Why won’t you grow?” Danny asked the little corner of fresh dirt he’d been allocated when he’d signed up for the community garden project. Sam had been the one to suggest it, and with significantly less ghost-fighting to do now that he’d moved away, it had seemed like a great new hobby.

“I gave you water, and all the other things Sam said to do, what more could you have wanted,” Danny said as he poked the desiccated stalk despondently.

Somewhere far off, there was the echo of screams, and something like a crash. Danny paid it no mind, thinking it might be an event or something starting. Gotham was a big city, and there was always something going on.

“I can’t tell Sam about this,” Danny sighed as he put his face in his hands. “She’d laugh at me.”

He sat in front of his failed tomato plants for a while longer before getting to his feet with a sigh. As he did, he turned to walk away, only to see a woman with bright red hair and greenish skin standing a few paces away. Behind her there was something like a cloud of something and Danny immediately stopped breathing.

Not having to breathe was definitely his favourite power ever, he hated hay fever.

“Hey,” Danny said with a little wave.

In response the woman raised an arm and a thick vine-looking thing shot out of the ground.

“Holy shit!” The halfa exclaimed. That was pretty cool. Controlling plants was seriously an awesome power, and majorly underrated if one listened to Sam’s rants.

Wait, controlling plants?

“Can you revive my tomato plants?” Danny asked the woman enthusiastically, before remembering himself. “Uh, please?”

The woman stopped moving and frowned.

“It’s just that I really tried to keep it alive, but this is the first time I’ve taken care of plants and I was really looking forward to fresh tomatoes,” the halfa babbled.

She tilted her head.

“Please? I can get you a smoothie in exchange, I know a great place, they also do ice cream.”

The woman’s lips twitched and then she waved her hand and continued walking.

Danny turned around to find his tomato plant green and alive.

“Oh my god, thank you!” He yelled, but she was already leaving.

Danny owed her the best smoothie in town.

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Danny couldn’t stop the momentum and by the time he got his bearings again he was already through the door. Damn his slippery control on his powers while in human form and damn his need to be in human form to take a cool selfie in the Arctic.

In front of him stood a short corridor towards a bigger room. It didn’t seem like this was the main entrance, since there was little trace of the passage being used often. Danny looked around to try and identify where the alarm was coming from when a female voice came from within the building.

“Kon, is that you? Did you forget to come through the main entrance again?”

In panic, Danny looked around as he tried to find someplace to hide. Spotting a large mound of ice, he dove behind it and tried to stay as still as possible.

“I know you’re here, Kon. Stop playing around.” The voice was closer now and Danny made himself smaller as he pressed his back against the ice.

“I said-” started the voice right beside him before stopping abruptly. Danny slowly turned his head to meet sharp blue eyes looking straight at him. “And who might you be?” asked the blonde woman with a big “S” on her chest as she crossed her arms.

Danny opened his mouth and a second later, closed it back up not knowing how to explain his presence. The woman gave him a pointed look before she frowned. In a blink, she was a few inches away from his face. Danny stopped breathing as she examined him carefully. A few seconds later she retreated back to a normal distance and sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Why does Clark never tell me about new clones?” She started. “All I need is a quick ‘heads up Kara, not-evil clone coming your way!’” She made an exasperated gesture. “I almost beat up Kon when I first met him, what did he think I was going to do to-” She looked at him, “what’s your name?”

“Danny,” the halfa provided, unsure what to do with himself.

“Well it’s nice to meet you Danny,” she said. “Though I’m sure you would’ve liked a better introduction, stupid Clark,” she mumbled to herself before gesturing at him to get up. “If you’re here it means Batman’s already vetted you. Have you met Ma and Pa yet?”

“No,” answered Danny, having no idea what was happening anymore.

“No?” Exclaimed the woman. “What the heck is Clark thinking?”

Danny just stood uncomfortably, deeply unsure of what he was supposed to do. The woman seemingly did not notice as she grabbed his hand and dragged him through the building.

“Can you fly?” She asked as they made their way out.

“Uh-” Danny managed to get out.

“Probably not yet, right?” She said, compassionately. “Alright, you’ll just need to hold on tight, I’ll get us there in a moment.”

And with that they reached the door and stepped outside. In a second the woman wrapped her arms around his middle like Danny was a misbehaving cat and with a jump, they were off.

“Don’t worry Danny, Ma and Pa will love you.”

Short DPXDC Prompts #698

Danny needs to go somewhere cold to practice his ice powers. He accidentally stumbles upon the Fortress of Solitude. He tries to phase through the door and an alarm starts blaring. Oh fuck.

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Dp x dc idea: Haunted House

Danny goes into a haunted rollercoaster ride and unknowingly sits next to Tim Drake. They take off and Danny gets so scared at some point that he phases right out of his seat. It’s sorta ok since they’re in the dark and stuff so nobody sees him, but the ride is over before Danny can get back on and he just goes like "welp fuck this, imma dip and hope for the best". Tim finishes the ride and realizes the guy that was beside him is gone. Like the restraint and belt is still there but there’s no more guy. And Tim is like "am I going crazy right now??" And the workers don’t remember Danny coz they do this ride like 100 times a day. Maybe later on, as Tim is walking around the amusement park in a daze, he sees Danny walking around like normal but there’s so many people he loses sight of him in the crowd, and once again nobody can corroborate they even saw Danny coz y’know it’s a crowd. 

So now Tim’s convinced there’s a ghost haunting the amusement park and he’s determined to solve the murder(?) that may or may not have happened here and give the ghost some peace.

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Damian walking up to the first age appropriate stranger he sees to get a fake boyfriend in "Hostage Situations and Other Romantic Activities" by RoxPox ( @glow-worms-are-believers )

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Title: Hostage situations and other romantic activities

Author(s): Roxpox

Fandom(s): Danny Phantom, Batman

Ship(s): Danny Fenton/Damian Wayne

Description: Damian Wayne is single by choice no matter what idiots may say. Even though he certainly doesn't need to prove himself to anyone, getting himself a fake romantic partner is obviously the best way to shut said idiots up.

Meanwhile, Danny isn't too sure how he got here, but he is determined to be the best fake boyfriend there ever was.

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Saturday T & G reading

The usual

Finished

Teen:

[insert bird pun here], by greenies_stuff

Several years after Wei Ying's death, Wangji sees an injured crow lying on the side of the road.

Here (Not Here), by YunmengLotus

Wei Ying's struggles with disassociation and Lan Zhan helps him.

General:

Peace and Quiet, by KuroNekoLuna

He hadn't meant to start a yelling match with Lan-Xiangsheng. Wasn't yelling forbidden? It is a loud noise after all! But he was wrong and also extremely hypocritical.

So he ran after their confrontation.

Stargazing (and a bit of rain), by handwritten (onefromanotherworld)

A-Yuan has been waiting weeks to see a meteor shower and Wei Wuxian won't let something insignificant like the weather stop them from seeing it

Sketch, by handwritten (onefromanotherworld)

Wei Wuxian goes to look for his husband at the end of the day and is blown away by his otherwordly beauty

Or: Wei Ying loves his husband and wants to preserve his beauty in a drawing

Sneaking into classes, by HuaChengs800years (2nd in a series)

Wei Wuxian loved to wear Lan Wangji’s robes. It gave him a sense of belonging that he never had before. It made him feel at home like he belonged there. Thus being said it was quite a common occurrence to see Wei Wuxian wearing Lan Wangjis robes around Gusu

Secrets, by handwritten (onefromanotherworld)

Lan Wangji spends weeks gathering secrets he got from Wei Ying, only to realise he was missing the most important one

Mismanaged Messages, by Liebing

Wei Ying sends an innocent text to Lan Zhan and autocorrect decides to do some match-making…

Adding Flowers, by AllieChick

After being married for 5 years, the Cloud Recesses know of Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji's penchant for bringing home orphaned children. Their rag tag family has only grown, like adding flowers to a loving garden. Wei Wuxian attracts children to him naturally, but sometimes Lan Wangji's more quiet nature is needed.

Ring a Ring of Red Roses, by Roxpox

Wei wuxian is always full of life. From the blistering spices he eats to the way he can not stop moving and it is strange to see him so still, so cold.

Unfinished

Teen:

Walk With Me and Don't Let Go, by hannselle

Now that the real Lan Wangji was in front of him, the man whom he considered as his best friend once and is now a stranger whose expressions and faint laughter are oh-so-familiar to him, he can’t help but want to be seen. Lan Zhan! I’m here, I’m finally here. Can I finally come back? Would you be able to forgive me? I have been selfish. I can explain. You don’t deserve someone like me. He wants to shout and let Lan Wangji come to him and become visible again, to be present again.

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Or: An accident happened in the past that led to Wei Wuxian running away from it. Wei Wuxian sees Lan Wangji again after five years of successfully avoiding him.

On Demonic and Resentful Cultivation, by FleurFannie

Lan Qiren was walking in front of the classrooms when he heard a very distinctive raised voice of Wei Wuxian saying: “I'M NOT A DEMONIC CULTIVATOR!” This seemed to him like an absurd statement.

"Yao and a Monster are different. Demons and Ghost are also different. Demons are from LIVE humans and ghosts from the dead. Now, what makes you think that demonic cultivation, to cultivate demons, and resentful cultivation, that I’ve heard called the ghost path, would be the same?”

If someone ever told Lan Qiren that he would someday work with that Wei-boy, and that it all started from an argument in this menace talismans class, he would not have believed them. Except maybe for the good of this nephew.

happier than ever ver. 2, by Edith343redwood (2nd in a series)

A modern AU where Jiang Cheng betrays Wei Wuxian....how will he react?

General:

Tending the Garden, by AllieChick (2nd in a series)

“Uncle will be unhappy when he visits,” Wangji eventually stated.

Lan Xichen lifted his cup to his lips. It seemed his uncle was always unhappy these days.

“Wei Ying and I have adopted a child,” Wangji said, a small smile gracing his face.

As Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian seemingly adopt every stray child they can find, their lives grow and change. All around them, those that help tend to their growing family, change too.

Unspoken Words, by Edith343redwood

If things had happened just a little differently during the Sun Campaign, how would things have turned out?

If Jiang Cheng had been less selfish, more loving, would he have noticed? If Lan Wangji wasn't so afraid, would he have confessed? Or would he have helped, staying in the background silently. If Shijie had been given the chance to start over, would she grasp it? Or would she simply leave it, letting her life waste away in another's hands.

And most importantly...

What about Wei Wuxian?

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Super short dp x dc idea

Danny is an Alternative Universe version of bruce Wayne. They get switched through some hijinks and Danny is trying to be Bruce-like and just trying to act like a Good Dad to these children his alternate self has amassed (holy shit). Like, He's doing his best to attend school plays and parent-teachers conferences (because Alfred still reminds Bruce of all of them even if he says he can't make it) and is doing no batman stuff (because Danny is unaware there is even such thing as batman stuff).

Meanwhile, the children are 100% sure Bruce is a) possessed b) concussed c) hypnotized d) any and all of the above.

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Hop Jon over (dp x dc)

"Hey mister, are you dead?" was the first thing Danny heard as he found his way back to consciousness. His body vehemently protested the move by alighting every single one of his nerve ending on fire and Danny groaned.

"Mister?"

Danny's ribs were killing him, or at least they felt like they were, and he would know. He cracked his eyes open to find a small boy crouching over him with his hands on his knees and his blue eyes wide in curiosity.

"Who-" Danny croaked.

"My name's Johnatan like grandpa, but everyone calls me Jon," the kid started babbling. "I live in Metropolis, do you know Metropolis? It's the biggest city in the world. My parents work there, they're reporters but now it's summer break so I'm with Grandma and Grandpa. You fell through the old barn from the sky. Are you an alien, like Superman?"

"Ugh," Danny said as he closed his eyes again.

"Mr. Alien, are you dead again now?"

"Yes," Danny said as he put his arm over his face, wishing he could just Not Exist.

"You're lying," the kid stated confidently. "Dead people don't talk."

"They do too," Danny mumbled as he raised his head off the floor to look at the kid properly.

"Do not!"

"Do too."

"I'm telling Grandma you're a liar," the kid sing-longed before bolting out of Danny's field of vision.

With a thud, Danny let his head fall back down. Welp, it wasn't like he was going anywhere, why not invite more people over to witness this absolute embarrassment.

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Cat-cophony (dp x dc)

Thump. Thump

Danny groaned as his upstairs neighbour once again seemed to decide tonight was the night to test which floorboard was the loudest when you jumped on it or something. At 2 am nonetheless.

Thump.

Danny took in a deep breath and tried to calm down and then-

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Danny jumped up and swore loudly. Alright, he decided, enough was enough. 

"Stupid neighbour, stupid paper-thin ceiling and stupid apartment I hate this stupid place anyway," muttered Danny as he slipped on his worn-down rabbit slippers and put on his ratty sweater.

Then, he stepped out and trudged determinedly for the stairs, absolutely ready to have some words with the upstairs neighbour. As he climbed up, the noises seemed to amplify and Danny’s indignation grew.

Finally, he was at the door and he knocked sharply. The noise continued, but even after a few seconds, nobody came to the door. He started banging on the door, his patience well beyond gone and to his surprise the door swung open, having been open all the while.

As it swung wide, a black-clad vague figure of a man was suddenly thrown to the floor, who was shortly jumped upon by a black-leather-clad woman. And Danny had had enough

"Would you two keep it down!?" The halfa yelled.

The two furry people - because they were most certainly furries, both of the couple had ears included in their getup - froze as they looked to the side at Danny.

"I don’t care if you want to have the kinkiest sex on earth as long as you do it quietly."

The couple still hadn’t moved but Danny was not interested in anything but his bed right now anyways. He turned away with a scoff.

"I thought furries were supposed to be the nice ones," he mumbled to himself, so very ready to go to sleep already.

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Danny had majorly underestimated the security around here. Sure, Team Phantom had confirmed the assassin base they were infiltrating didn’t have anti-ghost tech beforehand, which in retrospective was probably the only reason he had made it this far.

Though Danny had thought the lack of tech meant he would just go through walls until he got to the ectoplasm-like substance it seemed that these assassins were paranoid enough to have freaking emf sensors in every single room. And that had completely thrown the plan off-rails which was why he was now walking through some hallways, trying his best to look like he belonged there.

“Wait!” Danny tensed, hoping against hope he had not been made. He slowly turned around to face a woman dressed head to toe in black clothes.

“Yes?” The halfa said as he straightened up, trying to look less like a fourteen-year-old in a balaclava ski mask and more like an assassin.

The woman approached him before asking impatiently, “What are you doing here?”

“I got lost,” Danny said, doing his best not to make it sound like a question.

“No matter,” she said sharply before grabbing Danny’s arm. “Lady Nahla called for her assistant to come back, the prince is crowning.”

With those mysterious words (was there a coronation going on?), she started dragging him down the hallways almost into a run. As they turned the corner to yet another corner, Danny could hear faint screams resonating in the distance and to his mounting dread, he realized the woman was dragging him towards the sounds. Oh Ancients. Was “crowning prince” code for torture or something? Because if so, he was 100% going to faint.

“Come,” the woman said impatiently when she noticed him slowing down. “Lady Nahla is waiting for you.”

With that the woman pushed the door and pulled Danny inside. He looked up and almost fainted right there. Not because someone was getting tortured, no. It was somehow much worse.

“You’re here,” said the woman sitting on her knees between the legs of a very pregnant, screaming lady. She did not look up from whatever she was doing as she continued, “The prince’s head is engaged. Come here so I can prepare the equipment for resuscitation.” Then, she looked towards the face of the still screaming woman, “though it is only a precaution, My Lady.” The pregnant lady didn’t show a sign of having heard but Lady Nahla only patted her thigh in a conciliatory manner.

Danny was rooted on the spot, and it was only the guard’s push that got him moving. Without quite knowing how he got there, he was down on his knees with his hands splayed open as if ready to catch a football. Through his all-consuming panic, Danny wondered how big babies were supposed to be compared to footballs but all that vanished like smoke as the baby started getting out. The next few minutes felt like a blur of a scream-filled, stress-fueled nightmare. His knowledge of baby-caring was limited to ‘keep away from ectoplasm’ and ‘support the head’ so he focused on the latter. As Danny held onto the last thread of his self-possession as he blocked out any sensory input that wasn’t the baby’s head in his hands until finally, he was left with a small wrinkly baby held awkwardly in his arms.

“Congratulations My Lady,” said Lady Nahla from above Danny’s shoulder. “It’s a boy.”

Danny fell into a daze as the midwife took the baby to clean him up and swaddle him before giving him back to his mom.

“Go fetch that hot water, now,” the midwife said to Danny.

Danny nodded, walked out of the room and started speed-walking away from the room. On the way he crossed path with a girl about Danny’s height wearing all black who nodded to him, which he copied. Danny waited until he turned out of sight into an empty hallway to finally start running full speed as he tried to repress any memory of what had just happened.

He patted his jacket pocket for the vial of green stuff and promised himself that he would never speak to anyone about this.

DP x DC prompt #119

Danny sneaks in and infiltrates the League of Assassins. Apparently, he chose a great time to infiltrate the League of Assassins since the leader's daughter is currently in labor.

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Alley Chat (Dp x dc)

Danny leaned on the dirty alleyway walls, his head down, as he tried to stave off tears. Taking one more shaky breath, he did his best to let it out slowly.

“You’re fine,” he gasped. 

Then, one more gulp, “You’re safe.”

And then, “Breathe.”

“C’mon just-“ he heaved in a breath, “breathe goddammit.” 

Then he tilted his head backwards as his eyes slid shut. He inhaled through his nose and exhaled through his mouth, his heart-rate finally slowing down.

He brushed away the wet of his cheeks with the rag he’d shoved in his barista apron earlier. Figuring it was already ruined as it was he blowed his nose in it as well. Now if he could just splash his face with cold water, he’d be almost as new.

He reached for the stick of gum he knew he’d left in the bigger pocket only to freeze as he felt something smoother under his fingers. The card from earlier.

“This is for you,” his father had said, looking more unsure of himself than Danny had ever seen him. “Danny-o…”

“We’re sorry, Danny,” his mother had taken over, and there had been tears in her eyes. “We’re so sorry, we didn’t know-“

“You can’t be here,” Danny had said calmly enough, though his hand had been shaking.

“Danny-“ his mom had started, as she had reached towards him and Danny just couldn’t do this.

He had felt his pulse in his ear, his chest constricting and he hadn’t been able to think past the need to get out, out, out.

There’d been bright light, and then he had been away from the noise, and he had ran until he couldn’t breathe. 

And here he was getting pushed to the precipice by a fucking card.

“No,” he told himself but his eyes were already watering. “No,” he choked out, fruitlessly.

“Goddamit,” he hiccuped as tears began to fall. And then it was as if the dam had broken. Every single tear he’d managed to repress were now coming back twofold. His whole body was wrecked by big heaving sobs and he had a moment to be glad he’d found himself a secluded place to have his fit in peace.

“Oh, buddy,” he heard from behind just as the thought registered.

He turned around to find a guy in a skintight red suit looking at him.

“Are you ok?” The guy said before rallying. “That’s a dumb question, isn't it.”

The halfa just looked at the man.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Danny shook his head. He was actively trying not to think about it.

“Is it ok if I stay here ?”

Danny was too drained to care about a stranger witnessing this, so he raised his shoulders.

“I can talk if you don’t want to, I’ve been told I’m quite the motormouth.”

The man let a bit of silence pass before apparently he decided that was an agreement and he started blathering on about- rainbows was it?”

“-sure if compared against the big fishes, Rainbow Raider is far from the worst but I just can’t get over how petty his reason to turn to crime is. I’m not saying being colour blind would make being an artist easy but it doesn’t make impossible. Beethoven was deaf and look at him now! Ok that was poorly phrased, but you get what I meant-“

And on he went, talking about anything that was going through his head it seemed.

As it went on, Danny realized his hands had stopped shaking and there was a tugging at his lips that was ever so slight, but near miraculous so soon after his cry session.

“-where does the iron even come from? Like do spinach plants just make it? What does a spinach plant look like for that matter? I’m picturing like a salad plant but where do the stalks come from then,” the man hummed before there was a sound like a TV’s white noise and the man straightened. After a moment, he turned towards Danny and gave him a smile.

“I’m gonna have to run,” he said. “I’m not often in the neighborhood, so we might not meet again, so I wish you best of luck, bud.”

Another brilliant smile and he turned away.

Danny jumped forward in time to stop the man’s immediate departure. Said man turned to give Danny a quizzical look.

“Thank you,” said Danny painfully sincere.

The man’s face softened in a smile for a moment and then he was gone.

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Witness Protection

There’s a dead guy in the alley and it’s not Danny. 

Ok, technically there are two dead guys in the alley but honestly, Danny feels like they’re way past semantics.

Because, once again, there is a dead man in the alley. 

Danny is fairly sure the guy’s been murdered. The bloody mess that is the guy's chest is a pretty good indicator, but the bloody knife that's still stuck in the guy’s guts is really what makes it for the teen.

Danny might be freaking out a little bit. Because, while he is used to dead people, they’re never this newly deceased, or for that matter, this gruesomely murdered.

Before his breath can quicken too much, Danny makes himself take a deep breath. 

Say what you want about Danny, but he hasn’t spent his high-school career moonlighting as a teenage vigilante without learning a thing or two about staving off a panic attack. Feeling more calm, Danny focuses back on the issue at hand.

I should call the police, says something in the back of his head that sounds like Jazz.

If I call in the murder I’ll be on the suspect list, retorts some other part of his brain he’s choosing to call the Sam part.

No advice from an imaginary Tuck though. Even in his own mind he can’t imagine a Tucker that hasn’t already passed out cold at the sight of a dead guy. 

Which, fair. Danny is kinda considering the option, as he’s feeling a little faint himself. It is way past time he got out of here. At least he's figured out just how to do it.

Anonymous tips are a wonderful thing, made all the more wonderful by the presence of payphones in Gotham.Danny is officially handing this off to the proper authorities.

Boy is he glad he doesn’t have to be involved anymore.

A few streets over, a hooded figure rounds a corner, their breath coming fast  as they clench their bloody fists agitadely. There wasn’t supposed to be anyone there, and yet. This is an unexpected setback.

The hooded figure leans back against the alley wall to catch their breath. Nothing to do about it but fix it. And as these things go, this is an easy mistake to fix. The face of the black-haired blue-eyed hurdle floats to the front of their mind. 

It should be child’s play.

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The Ivy in I’ve seen you before (dp x dc)

Danny is getting a little sick of being throw through portals midway through fights. It’s been twice this week and as much as he loves visiting the Far frozen he has a book report due tomorrow and Lancer has stopped accepting “ghosts” as his excuse for missing schoolwork.

Danny lands on the ground with an oomph, back first on a cold hard surface. When he manages to get a look around, he notices it’s not in fact ice. He looks to be in the middle of a deserted and pretty busted street. There are holes in the pavement, and huge cracks that cut through the whole road. On his left is a lush wall of vegetation, that has more or less claimed the streets. 

For a second Danny wonders is Overgrowth is back, but the street is unfamiliar, as are all the run-down buildings. Not Amity then.

From the corner of his eyes he catches a hint of auburn, in a familiar shade. He turns to look and low and behold it’s Jazz, approaching from within the vegetation wall.

“Jazz!” Danny calls out as he floats back to his feet, and starts walking towards the figure. “What are you doing here?”

He’s barely taken a dozen steps when the figure walks out of the thick jungle and allowing Danny to see Jazz more clearly. 

His sister does not at look at all like his sister. She’s older, for one and she’s wearing her hair down with no headband in sight. Her clothes look weird and it’s like she’s got a few leaves and vines all over her body. 

Oh, also she’s green.

“Jazz?” Danny echoes himself, confused. Because despite all the differences, she still looks exactly like Jazz: the same nose, the same eyes, the same hair.

The woman stops, at the edge of the lush forest. She tilts her head.

“Do you seek asylum, child?” She answers. And it’s Jazz’s voice, if a little deeper.

“Jazz, it’s me,” the halfa says. “It’s Danny.”

But his sister frowns minutely. “I do not know you.”

“Yes you do!” Danny protests. “I’m your little brother!”

“I don’t have a brother,” Green Jazz says and that is when it clicks for Danny (and honestly it’s embarrassing it took him so long):

He’s in another universe.

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I got inspired, so have a little blurb as a treat:)

Danny's day started with a phone call from his new boss (because no, Sam he wasn't a sugar baby, ok this was a part-time job).

"Daniel. If it is convenient, I request you meet me at the aquarium at 1030 hours eastern time zone," came the voice from the receiver.

Still half-asleep, Danny sat up as he stifled a yawn. "Today? For like, a date?"

"Yes, I will buy the tickets."

The teen got a look at the time on the clock on his bedside and had to fight the urge to groan. It was too early for his poor sleep-deprived brain. "Ok, great." Danny stretched. "See you then."

"Goodbye," Damian said before the line cut off.

Seemed like the job wasn't going to be as easy as he thought if it involved actual dates. Well, his parents hadn't raised a slacker (ok, except for school-work but he had a good excuse for that), and Danny was determined to be the best fake-relationship partner ever.

First order of business: research.

Damian was waiting at the entrance of the Gotham aquarium when he got a call.

"Damian?" He could hear Daniel's voice say. "I just got here but I don't see you."

"I am beside the dolphin statue."

"Nevermind, just saw you."

Damian could make out a teenager waving from a distance. Awkwardly, he waved back. Luckily there wasn't much of a crowd and Daniel reached him easily.

"Good morning Damian!" Daniel then followed through with a whispered. "Can I call you Damian?"

In a similar low tone, he answered. "It would be suspicious to do otherwise. I believe I should call you Daniel as well to allay suspicions."

The teen grimaced a little bit. "I really would rather you call me Danny."

It was unfortunate that he had to resort to nicknames, but Damian had gotten the lecture about calling people by the name they gave from Brown enough times to understand it would be rude and possibly hurtful to deny the other boy's request. Of course, his siblings were a different story.

"Of course, Danny."

That got him a smile in return which secured Damian in the knowledge he'd made the right choice.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind I looked you up," Danny said. Damian started to frown. Being a public figure had many downsides, truly. Hopefully this wouldn't turn into a renegotiation for the salary, especially since they were in such a public space. Before he had the chance to suggest they change location to somewhere more private, Danny got something out of his bag and handed it to him.

"One of my friends is vegan and she loves this brand of chocolate. I figured flowers would just be cumbersome, so I didn't bring any."

That was unexpected. And quite considerate.

Damian took the box of chocolate. The packaging was simple with a little logo of a plant with a speech-bubble saying: "All-natural flavours without additive!"

"Thank you," Damian said not quite knowing how to respond. "I apologize, I did not think to bring you anything."

"You really didn't need to! And anyways you bought both the tickets," Danny answered.

While the reasoning made sense, Damian didn't feel that was a fair exchange. He couldn't quite puzzle out why, so he just dropped it for now.

They walked into the building and easily got through the admission process, as there were only a few families here and there.

"I've heard you have pets," Danny said.

"Yes I do," Damian answered.

"I have a dog," the boy said. "Well, actually it's more like he has me really. He's an absolute sweetheart until you get him mad"

"Titus may look ferocious but he is one of the most gentle dogs you will meet."

As they got to through the different exhibits, they continued on about their pets before the conversation shifted to space which was apparently a passion of Danny's. They ended up debating jellyfish's supposed immortality which Damian was firmly arguing wasn't true immortality.

"Technically, all the cells are replaced, so it's not that they are reborn-again. That isn't immortality it's just a different and unusual way of reproducing asexually."

"But the individual stays the same, it doesn't make a clone of itself and dies, it literally reverses back to a baby to grow again!"

"But the cells-"

A large noise interrupted Damian as he was about to make his point and both boys turned towards the source which was two masked men armed with guns.

"Everybody against the wall, this is a robbery!"

Danny let out a sound of disbelief. "Are they aware this is an aquarium and not a bank?" he whispered to Damian.

The younger boy had to agree. Even the stupidest of batman's rogue wouldn't be this dumb, which meant there was probably some kind of plot.

The only other people in the room, two teenaged girls and a family of four were already herded to the wall, when one of the guys turned towards them. "I said against the wall. Now!"

Damian scowled but did as was asked and Danny followed suit with some grumbling.

The second goon turned toward the other and even thought they were pretty far, Damian could make out most of the conversation.

"We weren't supposed to go so far inside."

"There was nobody further out, we didn't have a choice."

"It's going to make it harder to get out."

"I'm not the one who wanted to do this at 11am on a Sunday."

"Fuck you, you agreed!"

"Whatever, let's just stick to the plan."

The first goon took out a walkie-talkie he had probably taken from a security guard who was hopefully just knocked out and walked out of the room as the second one kept his gun ready and pointed at the floor.

Minutes ticked by, and Damian was starting to get bored. "How long do you think it's gonna take," he heard Danny whisper to him.

Unfortunately, the goon heard it too, and he raised his gun. "Hey! No talking!" he yelled.

The loud noise must've startled the family's younger kid because she started crying. Which had the goon swivelling towards her and the family

"Make her stop," he ordered.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the dad was saying, as the mom was desperately trying to shush her.

"Didn't you hear me, I said make her fucking stop!"

The situation was getting out of control, and Damian was about to step in when he was beaten to the punch.

"Hey, man calm down, ok?" Danny said, as he stepped forward with his hands open and raised.

"Stay out of this dipshit," the man growled, still pointing his gun at the family.

The child started crying even louder despite her parents frantic attempts at getting her to calm down

"Shut her up, or I will!" He barked. And then he raised his hand in preparation for a hit, but Danny was faster as he jumped forward, pulled the guy back and landed a solid punch to his face.

The guy went down like a bag of bricks. A very loud bag of bricks. Damian took off in a sprint towards the entrance of the room, just in time to body-slam the second goon as he ran back in to investigate.

As soon as they landed, Damian punched the guy twice, making sure his head hit the floor hard enough to make him unconscious.

If a civilian like Danny could take out someone with one punc, that meant Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne's out feral child, would absolutely be able to take out someone with two. Satisfied, Damian rose back to his feet and flattened out the crease he'd made on his shirt.

"Does anybody have some zip-ties?" Danny asked.

All in all, Damian would say this had been a successful first date.

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Damian does not know how he has got into such a mess.

That was a lie.

Like most messes in his life, it all started with his family and their constant “ribbing”.

‘They act as if gaining a date was not easy,’

Damian glared as he scouted out a suitable target in the mall.

Sitting alone by the arcade there was an attractive boy on his phone.

Acceptable.

Making his way next to his target, he sat down and tapped his shoulder.

The other boy flinched and subtly (though not to someone as trained as him) glanced Damian over, eyes seeming to catalog instinctively.

Good, not perfect but admissible all things considered.

“Uh hi.?”

“Your age.”

“Pardon?”

“What is your age?”

“16.?”

Damian nodded as he mulled over the information. About a year his senior, not ideal but still viable.

“ Date me.”

“Excuse me??”

“I will pay you for your inconvenience of course but I am in need of a date and you are the most suitable person I have seen so far.”

“Wait a minute-“

“Here is your first payment.”

Damian handed the boy the envelope he had prepared for today and had to hold back a smirk as he saw they other boy’s eyes widen.

“I-“

“I will pay you monthly with bonuses for any extremely taxing events that may occur if you agree.”

“I- I guess?”

“Good, now give me your number and I will contact you for our first date. My name is Damian Wayne.”

“Danny..”

~~~~~~

For all purposes the agreement has only worked in his favor.

His family was off his back, galas were less boring and they even shared common interests.

That being said,

“You did not need to give me a gift Daniel, it was not a requirement.”

Damian looked down at the katana shaped keychain he was handed, it was well made and surprisingly sharp.

“I know Dami, but it just reminded me of you!”

What a mess indeed…

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Dream Lover (dp x dc)

The alarm on his cellphone rang and Danny groaned as a fumbled blindly to close it again.

“Wha’ izzit?” Came a sleepy voice at his back.

Danny rubbed his eyes as he sat up. Then, he turned towards the other man entangled in the sheets.

“Nothing, go back to sleep,” Danny said before dropping a kiss on the man’s forehead, displacing his white streak. The man muttered some unintelligible words as he wriggled around a bit before settling back down.

Danny gave him a fond look before a yawn forced his eyes closed. He slipped off the bed and padded down to the kitchen. With bleary eyes he put the coffee machine on and got the milk out of the fridge as he waited for the beans be ground.

The machine was way fancier than anything Danny had ever owned but his boyfriend liked good coffee and Danny liked making him happy. The breaker-hammer noise stopped indicating the coffee was done and the halfa sipped at it as he tried to figure out what that niggling feeling in the back of his mind was.

Before he could delve into it very far, he heard his boyfriend coming into their little kitchen.

“Did the noise wake you up?” Danny asked as the man wrapped his arms around the smaller man’s waist and buried his head in his back.

“Was already ‘wake,” the octopus masquerading as a human mumbled.

“Want some coffee?”

“Please.” His boyfriend pressed a kiss to his nape before staggering towards the kitchen chair and sagging into it.

”Good night?” Danny asked as he started the machine again.

“The usual,” the man said as he rubbed the sleep out of his face.

“Why are you up early?”

“Gotta fix up the bike.” The man yawned which made Danny yawn too. “It kept backfiring last night.”

Danny hummed as that niggling feeling came back at the mention of the motorcycle. There was something there…

“What about you?” The man said as he held his face in his palm.

“Nothing much,” Danny said as he refocused on the conversation. “I don’t have to go in today, so I’ll probably just study.”

“I made butternut pasta when I came back. There’s some left for lunch,” his boyfriend said as he grabbed a banana from their fruit bowl.

“You’ll be here for lunch?” Danny asked as the flow of coffee stopped and he took the cup away from the little shelf.

“Thanks,” the man said as he accepted the cup. “Probably.”

Danny nodded and he leaned on the counter as he looked into the distance. His eyes caught on a clock and again, that annoying sensation he was forgetting something tickled him.

Clock meant hours which meant seconds which meant sand trickling in an hourglass which meant time passing and Time meant-

“Everything ok?” Came the low tenor of his boyfriend.

Danny shook away the thought and smiled at him. “Just zoning out.”

Then the smaller man finished his cup before he put it in the sink. “Gonna go brush my teeth,” he said as he walked out of the kitchen

“You didn’t even eat!” Came the voice Corning from the other room.

“Not hungry,” sing-songed Danny as he grabbed his toothbrush.

As he put the paste on the brush his mind wandered a bit. He started brushing, in the back and made his way forward. He was up to his canine and he started on his fangs which had him frown. Fangs? Wait a minute.

And then it all came rushing back. Phantom. Ghosts. This was a dream which meant-

“Nocturn,” Danny said. Sure it had been a while since he dated anyone but this was a whole new level of single if Nocturn had resorted to creating the ideal boyfriend to trap him in a dream.

Danny walked back to the kitchen and stood in the door entrance and stared at his imaginary dream boyfriend. Said boyfriend turned his head around and lifted an inquiring eyebrow.

“You really are perfect,” Danny said.

“You say the sweetest things,” the dream-construct said and the corner of his eyes creased beautifully as he smiled.

Danny sighed wistfully before bending to kiss his cheek. “Until then, dream lover.”

With a snap the dream collapsed and the halfa opened his eyes to the green of the Infinite Realms with the ghost sensation on his lips.

Simultaneously, in one of his safe houses in Gotham, Jason’s eyes snapped open as his hand flew to his cheek.

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Concept thingie for fic (dp x dc)

Danny wakes up in a hospital bed with a stranger at his bedside that calls his name as soon as Danny wakes up and hugs him. The stranger then proceeds to talk to Danny like they know each other and tells them Danny’s been in a coma for 3 months. When Danny says he has no idea who the stranger is, he looks heartbroken. Eventually, the doctor comes in and tells them that Danny has amnesia due to “the accident”, and that he’s lost years (years!) of memory. The stranger, his name is Bruce and he is also apparently his fiancé tries his best to hide how hard he’s taking the news. He’s trying not to be overly familiar, but it’s clearly painful to him, and Danny feels bad about forgetting about him. It really seems like Danny has forgotten years of his life. Except, then he gets a look at the date, and it all comes crashing down. Because, according to the date, it was Jazz’s 25rd birthday yesterday. Ant the thing with that is, he remembers attending that very party himself. Yesterday.

Something is very wrong.