#This is not the first time Danny has done this

[puffyphantom-v2]

My dream is to write a fic where Danny realizes Vlad can't do evil stuff if he's busy fucking Danny. So yeah, Danny doesn't like it, but he's saving lives so it's not like he can ask Vlad to stop - he's not even sure Vlad would stop

Oh wow. Oh yeah. Now there’s a fic idea!

Please, anon, I believe in you—make this dream come true! I must know how it all happens. Does Vlad threaten Danny with some type of ultimatum?

“Let me have my way with you, and I’ll stop hunting down your father and leave your mother alone.”

What would even be Vlad’s reasoning here? Some twisted form of revenge against Maddie and Jack? Is it just a “because I can” sort of thing? Or is there something deeper at play here that not even Vlad is aware of?

And you just know that Vlad would schedule these “meet-ups” at the most inconvenient of times. Imagine Danny casually chatting with his friends as they walk out of the school building at the end of a school day and then seeing Vlad standing by his limousine with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. Nothing even needs to be said here. Some simple eye contact is more than enough. His friends may not know what’s going to happen next, but Danny does, and there’s nothing he can do about it.

And going back to my earlier speculations… At first, maybe it is all done out of mere spite. Maybe it is just a fucked up way to torment Danny. Maybe it’s an excuse for Vlad to demonstrate just how much power and control he has over Danny. He is the more formidable half-ghost, after all. And, in the end, Danny is just a weak little child, isn’t he?

…but what if Vlad gets addicted to it in a way he didn’t even know he could. It’s not just about vengeance or wanting to control Danny anymore. Vlad needs this. He’s gotten a taste of something he’s never had before, and now he’s caught himself in his own trap, constantly starving from a carnal hunger that only Danny can satiate…

Wow 🤤

[notdotspot]

Dp x DC Constantine

Masterpost

Tim, shockingly, began to settle into his new routine—Wayne Enterprise meetings in the morning, online classes after lunch, working on the ghost portal and filter with Danny after dinner, a quick patrol, and then a decent night's sleep.

Danny makes it hard for him to protest going to sleep, and his sleep recently has been so relaxed and dreamless too. Tim is not sure if it is the effect of the routine or Danny. With the purifier finished, he has been allowed to help with the Ghost Portal. Despite the secrets around the ectoplasm and mechanisms, he does good work on the wiring. He is currently inside the tunnel that makes up the portal connection pieces of machinery to the main framework. He keeps catching Danny’s nervous glances at him as he works.

“If you do not want me to work on the portal, I can leave you to it.” Danny seems taken off guard. “You keep looking at me like I might fuck up any second or like I am taking notes on how to build my own.”

“It is not that,” Danny admits. “I am just worried anytime someone nears the portal. In my experience, it is more dangerous now than when it is fully operational.”

“How do you mean?” Tim finishes the wiring and snaps the piece into the structure.

“When it is on, it is almost predictable. I know that if an unfriendly ghost were to come through, I could handle it. Like this,” Danny waves his arm at the unfinished portal, “there is no telling how it functions if there is an accident.”

“I am done with the work anyway so you can relax. Is there anything else I can help with?” Tim places his hand on Danny’s shoulder attempting to comfort him. Danny’s eyes flick back and forth between Tim’s and the hand resting on him. He realizes he might have crossed the line with physical contact and jerks his hand back, missing the longing look on the other’s face.

“Actually, I might just turn in for the night. I have a long patrol tomorrow night.”

“If you want to stay an hour longer, we are doing the first test runs tonight. Bruce said the magic user would be arriving.” Danny spits out the words like he could barely hold them in but still had to force himself to say them. They hold eye contact for a moment too long and Tim is lost for words to respond. He simply nods as their eyes stay glued. Danny breaks the stare as his eyes turn to the other cave entrance. Red Hood and Robin are riding in on Jason’s motorcycle. The Batmobile is not far behind with Bruce, Dick, Steph, and Cass.

“Bruce said we are turning it on tonight. Too bad Duke is a daytime hero and sleeps through all the fun.” Jason says walking up to the portal to inspect it curiously.

“Phantom,” Damian greets cordially.

“Hey, Danny,” Dick and Steph chorus. Cass pulls off her mask, waving to Danny.

Bruce checks the Batcomputer, quickly typing something in.

The voice of the Batcomputer which Danny rarely hears, “Zeta tube access granted. A-fifty-eight, John Constantine.”

A yellow glow emits from the Zeta tube and Constantine saunters out, smoking a cigarette. Bruce steps forward.

“Constantine, this is Danny.” Constantine’s eyes glide over the group stopping just next to Tim, on Danny. His head tilts slightly as he takes a few steps closer to examine Danny. His eyes squint like he is trying to figure out what he is seeing.

“Here,” Danny states. A white ring forms around the center of his body, splitting into two and traveling in opposite directions toward his head and feet. The rings reveal his familiar form of Phantom. Tim, along with the rest of the Bats, stare in subtle awe. They had never gotten to see his transformation. Tim did not have time to linger on his new thoughts before Constantine throws his cigarette to the ground. He smashes it under his boot, to the dismay of Bruce, and bows his head frantically.

“I am terribly sorry, Your Majesty. I did not recognize you.” He glances up at Danny in concern. Tim finally has the sense to observe Danny’s face. His eyes are scrunched up as he cringes, mouthing curse words. He can see the microreaction on Bruce’s face from the corner of his vision.

“John, this is not royal business. No need for titles. If I would have known this was your dimension I would have called you myself.” Constantine seemed to sign in relief and relax. It was such a shock to see someone so nonchalant be shocked into manners. Tim could not hold his curiosity.

“Your Majesty? Royal business?”

“Can a man not have one secret?” Danny questions, though his words seemed more directed at the air around them than anyone in the room.

“Yes. Secrets out.” A new set of rings transforms him again. This time he has a cape lined with flickering green flames and a floating crown atop his head. His skin seems slightly more transparent and the whites of his eyes fill entirely with a glowing green. The space around them drops in temperature. This. This is the Danny he saw in his dream. A memory that seems so distant and skewed after spending time with the other teen.

“Hello, Danny Fenton better known as Phantom, The Ghost King, Protector of the Infi-Map, Champion of the Ancients, and Ruler of the Infinite Realms.” Every word he pushes out is punctuated with his annoyance over the identity reveal. The room freezes with tension. Danny signs and transforms back into his normal Phantom look. “Can we turn this on or what?”

With that, the whole room resets to the task. Tim, for once, had the sense to hold his tongue about Danny’s newly divulged information.

Danny ushered everyone behind a tapped-off line.

“John, protection, if you would not mind.” He nods at the directions and speaks a forcefield into existence around himself and the Bats. Danny approaches the control panel inside the tunnel first pressing a button, then exiting and flipping a final switch. A bright light nearly blinds the group, but as Tim blinks opens his eyes to see a green swirling portal.

“That went surprisingly well.” Danny turns to them as Constantine lets down the spell. His shoulders seemed to lower has tension bleeds from his shoulders. It was Danny’s only sign of relief. Tim can only guess it is from the lack of mishap.

“No one steps in. I will know if you do.” They nod and Tim walks over to Danny.

“So what now?” Danny speaks to him as he watches Constantine start to chant different spells over the portal.

“We complete the mission.”

“That is not what I am talking about and you know it.” Tim staring at the side of his face. Even with all of Bruce’s training, he still can not read the expressions on Danny’s face.

“I go back to my civilian life. Finish my degree. Go back to the realms for another couple hundred years. Rule like I am supposed to.” Danny’s voice seemed resigned as he spoke. Tim wanted to say something. Anything. Anything that would help Danny or comfort him. Constantine waves Danny over to the portal for help so Tim does not have the chance to get in another word. He is grasping just how out of reach he is here. This is an immortal, all-powerful being and Tim is just Tim. What can he do to help someone who has faced more than he even knew existed?

“Hey, Tim. Coming upstairs? We are turning in for the night.” Tim considers Danny and Constantine, who are speaking in hushed voices about the portal and spells. Even Bruce is heading up.

“Nah, I am going to wait a little longer. Just to see if they need any more technical help.” They say their goodnights as they pile into the elevator. Tim makes himself comfortable in the Batcomputer chair and watches the two mystics work.

He did not even notice he had fallen asleep until Danny was rocking him awake.

“You are going to be sore later if you sleep like that the whole night,” Danny’s soft voice is something new to Tim and threatens to put him right back to sleep. It stirs up warm that seeps into is very being.

“No, no, no. Bed.” Danny pulls at his arms, and hoists him easily from the chair. Tim flops into his arms half asleep but Danny has no issue keeping him from falling. The physical contact shocks Tim awake and has him stepping away, dipping his face to hide his blush. He leans to the side to look past Danny at the portal. It is off but there are symbols and sigils sketched around it.

“I will take you to your room. Come on.” Danny guides him with a gentle hand on the small of his back. They board the elevator together. Danny has not realized Tim’s alertness so he takes the opportunity to lazily lay his head on Danny’s shoulder as they ascend. He leans into his tiredness because he can not get enough of Danny’s physical contact. He should be embarrassed at the faking, but maybe he is tired enough to lose his inhibitions. Letting Danny lead him to his room and help him into the bed is simple, but Tim has to withhold from reaching back out when Danny pulls away. Danny, looking into his eyes for the first time since they finished the portal, seems to see something. They are stuck staring again until Danny smiles nervously and leaves the room.

Before shutting the door he whispers, “Goodnight, Tim,” into the darkness.

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Please excuse my lateness. I got caught up studying for an exam

Thanks for reading!

[lsunstreakerl]

part five of the maxiel corporate au! 2.1k words, Daniel POV. still explicit!

relevant heads up: under negotiated kink (by which I mean not negotiated at all) under/non negotiated everything really, dirtbag daniel

Daniel presses up against Max's prostate again, watches him fall to lovely little pieces under his fingers, panting and crying.

He's toying with him again- gets Max close, but not close enough, withdraws just the tiniest amount. The kid is a wreck- blotchy red patches down his neck, teary splotches on the pillows. Daniel has been drawing it out all day- hasn't stopped thinking about it.

Of course, he had no issues going into his private bathroom at the office and getting off, unlike Max, who's had to be pent up the entire time.

He pats himself on the back for the report idea. Watching Max try and remember what he'd written on a report Daniel knows he didn't really pay attention to had been deeply satisfying.

He presses back down, moves his fingertips in tiny little circles, listening to Max's breathing pick up, the way he's squirming around. He can't decide if he wants more of less- but it's not his decision to make.

He's clenching around Daniel's fingers, legs straining against the cuffs around his ankles, hips jerking wildly as Daniel doesn't let up.

"Danny,"

His voice is high, breathy and whiny.

Daniel pushes in hard, and Max screams, face buried into the pillow as he comes, tight around Daniel's fingers.

Daniel doesn't give him much of a comedown period, or really any- he's sliding his fingers out as he pushes the head of his cock against Max's hole.

He's stretched him, but not quite enough. He's impatient, and it's a good reminder for Max to keep himself comfortably open.

Or maybe the kids a masochist. They'll find out.

Daniel groans as he slides into Max, wet and hot and tight. Max makes a pitiful noise, but his hips are trying to fuck back onto Daniel, so-

Point for Daniel, again. The sweet little intern is a slut.

He wraps his hands around Max's waist, pulls him back all to way to his hips as Max chokes on a gasp, fingers clawing into the sheets.

Max is starting to thrash, overstimulated. If he was telling the truth earlier- and Daniel thinks he was- he's never done this before, never been pushed into one orgasm and then another.

Max is going to remember this forever. Daniel believes a first time should be memorable- so really, he's doing him a favor.

He sets a fast pace, really for his own satisfaction more than Max's, the slick slide of his body around him, the way he keeps tightening.

Max is crying into the pillows, and Daniel hitches his hips higher, pushes him further into the bed as he changes his angle, dead on for where Max's prostate is.

He knows he's found it because Max wails, turns into a vice around his cock, and he keeps going, feels his own orgasm building.

He reaches his hand around, thumbs at the head of Max's neglected cock, and he cries out, knuckles white on the sheets as he comes, and Daniel isn't too far behind- fucks into Max again, and again- comes buried deep inside of him.

He needs to get a test back from Max- the idea of fucking him on the desk, sending him back downstairs with cum dripping out of him- Daniel wants it. The condom is fine for now, but he doesn't want to have to think about it.

Daniel pulls out, admires the way Max is still stretched out, puffy and raw. He brushes his thumb across Max's rim, just to watch him shudder away from him.

"Cute."

Max is sniffling into the pillows, falls limp when Daniel lets go of his hips. Daniel leaves the bed, ties off the condom for the waste bin as he grabs the vibrator.

Max hasn't moved any when Daniel comes back, and he fights the urge to smack his ass again- he'll save that.

Daniel runs a hand down his side. Max is sweating a bit, still breathing in little pants. Daniel hasn't exactly given him a whole lot of reprieve.

He's not about to start either- slides his fingers down Max's stomach, wrapping them around his limp cock, and Max twitches, moaning as Daniel slides his hand up the shaft.

"Danny..."

It's a bit quieter, wrung out.

Daniel uses his other hand to soothe down Max's side.

"You're doing a good job, Maxy. I'm just giving you the rest of what you asked for."

Max shivers, and Daniel wonders if maybe he doesn't need the vibe for the third at all- maybe he just needs this.

"You took that so well for me, didn't you? Even though you're a mess- you're still being good for me, letting me use you."

Max whines softly, but he's not trying to get away from Daniel again.

"It's like you were built for this. Knew it from the moment I saw you standing by the desk- knew you were going to look perfect underneath me, and you do, don't you? So pretty with a cock in your mouth, on your knees. Even prettier here, all spread out for me."

Max likes praise- really likes it, apparently. Daniels admittedly impressed as he realizes Max is getting hard again, letting Daniel use him even though it must hurt.

God, Max is perfect. He needs to find a way to take him on the business trip in a couple weeks- let Max watch everything starry eyed before Daniel fucks him against the hotel window.

He's probably never flown first class or private before- Daniel doesn't mind showing him both.

"You're so sweet for it, aren't you?"

Max moans, hips hitching back closer to Daniel, and he keeps up his strokes- a slowly maddening pace.

It doesn't take very long for Max to be ready again, shifting underneath Daniel. The lines of his back are starting to shine with sweat, and Daniel spares a moment to wonder if Max works out- he's toned, for an office worker.

Daniel leans down close near his ear, presses his thumb into Max's slit as he whimpers.

"You want to come again?"

Max has to turn his head to answer, eyes hazy and unfocused.

"Please- Danny please-"

"Right answer."

Daniel increases the speed, curls his fingers tighter, just on the edge of too painful for Max, but it's what he needs- he starts to tense underneath him, locking together before he comes with a sob.

Daniel strokes him through it, even though Max has barely cum at all, until Max is trembling in his arms.

"Hurts-"

"I bet it does, babe."

He lets go, running a hand along Max's hip. The last one will be the hardest- but he'll give Max what he's owed. Maybe later down the line Max will remember this, might even beg Daniel not to let him come.

He rises to his knees before he's flipping Max over, arranging him on his back. Max's whole body curls towards his hands, like a plant seeking the sun.

Daniel gives in a bit, because he doesn't want to break Max- it's a delicate balance. He runs his hands across Max's chest and sides, works his thumbs in across his shoulders.

Max sighs. His eyes are somewhat looking in Daniel's direction, but he's definitely not with it.

Daniel gives him a few more minutes, gently working him through the comedown before he's reaching off to the side. He gathers Max's wrists in one hand, and then he flicks the vibrator on, and Max immediately starts squirming, eyes going wide.

"Nononono Danny, Danny-"

Daniel shushes him, runs his thumb across the bones of his wrist.

"It's okay, this is the last one. You're almost done."

Max wails when Daniel brings the vibe down, thrashing. It's only the bar between his ankles and Daniel's grip on his wrists that keeps him from wiggling right off the bed, but he tries his best anyways.

Daniel keeps a steady pressure, lets Max climb and climb as he cries, smoothing his thumb over Max's skin.

"Almost there Maxy, just gotta give me one more. You can do it."

Max is already tensing, although the only thing Daniel is getting out of him now are pained moans.

"You're being so good for me, so pretty like this, just need one more from you and then you're done-"

Max cries out, hips jerking as Daniel drags his fourth out of him, and he flicks the vibe off, tosses it to the side as Max weakly twitches his way through the aftershocks.

"God, look at you. Your first time, and you gave me four."

Daniel lightly traces his fingers up Max's abdomen, watches the way Max shivers underneath him.

Daniel has so many ideas- so many things he wants to do. For now though, he needs to actually take care of Max.

He leans back, meaning to uncuff Max's ankles, only for Max to whine, trying to grab at him.

"I'm not going anywhere, I'm just getting your ankles."

Max looks pathetic, teary and red faced, and he's been good, so Daniel indulges him, laces their fingers together on one hand as he unlatches the buckles with the other.

He's careful as he works his fingers down Max's thigh and calf, makes sure he doesn't cramp as he pulls his legs back towards himself.

"I need to get you a washcloth, babe. You gotta let go for that."

Max does not let go.

"That means you have to come with me."

Max doesn't get up either.

Daniel sighs, carefully unhooking their fingers.

"I'll be right back."

It doesn't change anything- Max's eyes are wide and watery when Daniel steps out, and he's crying when Daniel comes back in.

"Danny-"

Daniel sighs, settles cross legged on the bed and half pulls Max into his lap.

"It's alright Maxy, I came back. I'm right here."

Max is clinging to Daniel's thigh, fingers tight in his slacks at Daniel starts running the cloth across his back and shoulders.

He's going to have to send Max with some of his things- it doesn't feel right to make the kid get his work clothes back on.

He'll message Blake as well, tell him to give Max tomorrow off.

Max is practically comatose in his lap by the time Daniel is done wiping him down, fingers still tight in his pants. He looks-

He looks sweet like this. He was sweet before, but in the way that made Daniel want to fuck him. Now he just looks-

Soft.

He doesn't normally let his hookups catch cat-naps on top of him, but he's going to give Max a pass- he'd put him through a lot.

Daniel isn't sure how long they lay there, himself half reclined against the headboard, Max sleeping on top of him.

Eventually Max starts to stir, and Daniel gently taps at his jaw.

"Hey babe. I've got some clothes and a taxi, yeah? I called you out tomorrow, so you can stay home. Get some extra rest."

Max blinks at him, sleepy and confused, but Daniel can see it start to sink in- can practically see the moment Max force starts his working brain, kicking it into gear.

"Yes sir."

Daniel tuts, tapping Max's jaw again.

"Just Danny here."

Max seems confused again, but he nods anyways.

"Yes Danny."

Daniel helps him to his feet. Max is walking better than he expected- but he'll definitely be feeling it tomorrow, when the endorphins are gone. He'd grabbed him sweatpants and a shirt. No boxers, because he thinks Max wearing them is criminal.

"Taxi is outside- it's prepaid, so it'll take you wherever your place is."

Max nods. He still seems a little dazed, but he's recovering quick. Daniel watches him collect his things, and then he walks him to the door.

"Elevator is down to AA, taxi is outside the parking garage."

He pauses. Some part of him feels weird about it, slightly off.

"I'll see you back at work on Thursday, yeah?"

Max nods, not meeting his eyes.

"Thursday, yes. I will be there. Thank you for the rest day, sir."

Daniel doesn't bother correcting him again- they'll work on it. He claps Max on the shoulder before sending him on his way, watches the elevator doors slide shut.

He stays up long enough for the notification that his card has been charged. He doesn't take taxis- hasn't for a long time- so he's not sure how much the average fare is. Not that it matters to him anyways.

He's worn out when he finally hits the sheets. The merger has been complicated, keeps presenting hidden issues they hadn't expected. Bringing Max home had helped- he's feeling less pent up.

Unfortunately, it doesn't matter how good the sex is, when it comes to the merger.

Daniel groans, tossing and turning. He doesn't want to think about work. He'd much rather think about the pretty thing he'd had in his bed- maybe he'll get lucky and have pleasant dreams tonight.

Maybe they'll have a certain intern in them.

[bet-on-me-13]

Bruce owes Danny money. He does Not want to pay up.

So! Danny had to run away from Amity Park when his parents discovered his Powers. But every time he tried to stay in a single place in America, they somehow managed to find him.

Turns out, they were working with the GIW to track him using the GIW's resources and the Fenton's Genius to find him everywhere he ran to. Eventually, Danny figured he had had enough and ran to Europe where the GIW had no Jurisdiction.

After wandering for a while, Danny was found and recruited by the League of Assasins. He was powerful, skilled, and connected to the Lazarus Pits, so they approached him with a job offer.

They would hide him from the Fentons, who had began to search for him in Europe independently, and in return he would work for them as an Assasin.

Considering his situation, Danny agreed.

He began training to be an Assasin, supplementing his Ghost Abilities with the abilities of an Assasin to become even more Stealthy.

While training under the League, Danny met another recruit simply known as Bruce. They trained together for years, even going on a few missions together gathering intel, and using disguises to hid in plain sight.

On one of these missions, Danny lent Bruce some money with the promise to get paid back when they returned to the League. That same night, Bruce left the League of Assasins and never came back.

...

Bruce was sitting in the Batcave going over a case with Tim, Jason was off to the side cleaning his Guns, and Dick and Cass were holding an acrobatics competition in their Obstacle Course, with Damien, Steph, and Duke cheering them on.

Suddenly an Eldritch Emerald Light sprang to life in the center of the Batcave, and everybody dropped what they were doing and sprang to action.

Slowly, a glowing green figure emerged from the Light. He appeared Eldritch in Nature, as if he existed in multiple layers of reality at once and looking at him gave them minor headaches. Then, the figure spoke up.

"BRUCE. ITS BEEN 15 YEARS. YOU STILL OWE ME 16 DOLLARS."

Recognizing Danny, Bruce took a moment to compose himself before responding.

"Fuck Off."

[zhelin-thames]

Now pay interest - 10% per year

Masterpost

As the Bat-family processed what had just happened, Jason was already plotting.

“So,” Jason began, a wicked grin spreading across his face, “does this mean we have a ghost King in the family now? Because I’ve got so many questions.”

“Focus, Todd,” Damian snapped, though his own curiosity was evident in his furrowed brow. “That... entity was clearly powerful. Father, why did you not inform us of this connection sooner?”

Bruce didn’t even glance up from his computer. “It was irrelevant.”

“Irrelevant?” Dick exclaimed, gesturing wildly. “A glowing ghost guy just popped out of a portal in our cave to collect a debt, and you think it’s irrelevant?”

Tim, typing furiously, pulled up the mission logs from Bruce’s early years. “Okay, I think I found the mission in Prague where this all went down. It says here... wait. Danny wasn’t just some guy you ran into. You trained with him in the League of Assassins?”

Steph leaned over Tim’s shoulder to read. “Wait, what?! He’s an assassin ghost King?”

Jason let out a low whistle. “This just gets better and better.”

Duke raised his hand, hesitant. “Uh, just a thought… if he’s the Ghost King, doesn’t that mean he has control over, like, all ghosts? Including... uh, Lazarus Pits?”

Everyone froze. Slowly, they all turned to Bruce, whose expression darkened slightly.

“Yes,” Bruce admitted reluctantly.

“Holy crap,” Jason said, leaning back with a stunned look. “He’s the reason the Pits freaked me out after I came back, isn’t he? I thought it was just the resurrection thing, but you knew he was tied to them!”

Bruce’s silence was answer enough.

“I want to meet him,” Cass signed firmly.

“Seconded,” Duke added. “He seems cool.”

“No,” Bruce said, finally standing and cutting through the rising chatter. His tone was firm, brooking no argument. “Danny is not someone you want to get involved with.”

But before Bruce could elaborate, the room was bathed in green light again.

Danny reappeared, now sitting cross-legged in mid-air, holding what looked like a spectral clipboard. “Forgot one thing,” he announced casually.

Bruce’s glare could have burned through steel. “What now?”

Danny smirked. “I want interest. Fifteen years is a long time to wait for sixteen bucks. So let’s say... ten percent per year?”

Jason cackled as the rest of the family broke out into laughter. Even Damian couldn’t entirely suppress a smirk.

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose again. “I’m not paying you interest.”

Danny shrugged, grinning. “Guess I’ll have to stick around until you do. Hope you’ve got extra space, because I’m moving in.”

The Batcave erupted into chaos. Jason and Steph cheered, Tim frantically calculated how much Bruce technically owed, and Bruce’s patience reached its breaking point.

“Fine,” Bruce growled. “But you’re staying in the guest room.”

Danny floated down, looking entirely too smug. “Deal. Now, who’s up for pizza? I’m starving.”

[kizzer55555]

Welcome to the Restraint! (Restaurant)

Imagine Danny runs to Gotham and starts squatting in an abandoned old building in Crime Alley. Slowly putting some ecto into the place to claim it as his haunt (while recovering from the sudden loss of his old one). And he does the normal stuff to survive. Finds some odd jobs, often as a messenger, and is just surviving. Another thing he does is make his own food. It’s cheaper than takeout and he’s gotten pretty good at cooking (out of necessity instead of eating sentient hotdogs). Then he ends up accidentally taking in some street kids. Or more like they follow him home. He can’t just turn them away so he makes a meal for them and lets them stay the night then sends them on their way. And then it happens again. And again. And ok, so maybe he saved a girl from getting molested. And that older guy from getting his only good blanket stolen. And sure, maybe letting that poor pizza delivery guy rant was unnecessary but he looked like he was having a bad day ok? Pretty sure that kid with the scar is a meta too but…he needed a place to stay a few nights alright? It’s not like any of them stay permanently. Danny’s started picking up a few more odd jobs to pay for all the extra food he’s had to buy. Always keeping his place stocked. At least he doesn’t have to pay for water and a fridge, he just makes some ice (or melts it). Sure the water is cold, but it’s probbaly the cleanest water in Gotham. And then some of the people start paying. Like��actually paying in exchange for food. Not sure if it’s because of guilt or pity but Danny won’t look a gift horse in the mouth. And with all the money, he hasn’t had to take as many dangerous jobs. Soon, his little abandoned apartment became what’s essentially the closest thing to a legitimate restaurant in Crime Alley.

It didn’t look normal. The chairs and tables were more like old couches and stools pulled up to coffee tables and cabinets turned on their side. Although with the bulling becoming more like Danny’s haunt, the walls naturally started repairing themselves so at least it didn’t look like it was gonna collapse anymore. And ok…so Danny might have rescued a few feral kids who…weirdly have gold eyes. And possibly stopped a meta trafficking ring on accident. And look, these people didn’t have anywhere to go! And the apartment did have empty rooms. It was already known as a place someone could crash for the night (last winter the entire place was cramped with people. Danny had to break up multiple fights but they usually calmed down when he got there.)

One benefit from controlling a haunt is controlling the temperature inside so it was one of the only buildings with ‘heat’. But back to his…strays. So yeah…most didn’t seem like they could rejoin society…so he let them stay. And…they kind of became employees? Impromptu bodyguards? (Some of the golden eyed people almost felt like he was rangling feral ghosts again.) they came in all ages. A few kids, lots of teens, and a few adults. Same with the metas he rescued. They mostly helped deliver food to costumers. They even got a phone line working and could take orders. (Although the new…employees…also got more protective whenever a fight broke out.) With all the extra money he’s been getting he was even able to afford some medical supplies. A lot of his customers(?) came in injured and he tried his best to patch them up but now he could do more than tie some ripped clothing around the wound and use ice to numb it. He’s got bandages. And pain killers. Plus other medical stuff. He can even give someone stickers now! All that experience as an injured vigilante was paying off. Even Villains and goons start attending this place. The place was unofficially designated as one of the Alley’s ‘safe zones’ where no fighting takes place inside (the body guards make sure of it.) the metas and Talons are getting an identity for themselves, the street kids even get a job and a hideout, random people can go there for help or to pass messages, this place provides food, shelter, and medical care. No one wants it going down.

So yeah, welcome to the restaurant!

(I’m debating whether I want this to be the weirdest restaurant/safe place/truce area in the alley, or whether I want Danny to accidentally become a crime lord. Possibly both.)

Also, this place is called the Restraint because I keep misspelling Restaurant and I think Danny would do the same so the name stuck. (Or one of the kids spelled it when making a sign or passing around messages to spread the word of this safe place.)

So anyways, to add some angst, after Danny adopts a bunch of crime alley kids/villains they find out about Danny’s powers and that he’s a ghost, only they don’t know about Halfas so they think Danny is fully dead and this super kind guy who has been the only person to ever treat them like people…died. He died likely a long time ago and there’s nothing any of them can do to change that.

(And if the GIW dare to come into the alley, they better be prepared for the entire place to turn on them.)

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 195

“Oh. It’s you.” 

The entity that had been summoned practically growled, a cloak like swirling galaxies- or was it swirling galaxies molded into a cloak- shimmering around their form. One pair of arms crossed over a chest where a star pulsed with the heartbeat of universes, alive yet dying as lazarus green eyes glowered down at the league and bats alike. 

“You know you could, fucking call, right?” they whined, aura of terror suddenly broken, unnatural fear torn away and leaving all of them wrong-footed and confused.

Well, apparently all of them except for Ras, who had an honest to fuck grin on his face, one that looks almost carefree, if a little feral. Nope. No thanks. Not this timeline-

“But phones didn’t exist last we spoke, ya ‘amar.” 

[brainmuncher]

Okay, so I know we have a handful of reasons we usually revert to when it comes to ‘moving Danny away from Amity for plot reasons’. While I was about to make lunch I thought of this one and now I have to share it before my brain forgets it.

What if the Observants get fed up? Like Danny has done one too many things against them and they are sick of it? He doesn’t respect them or their authority so he is a threat. But Clockwork is refusing to work for them on this. He’s digging his feet in and not letting the Observants use him, stating it's ‘for the good of the timeline’.

So they go another route and start bribing increasingly powerful ghosts to take down Phantom.

Only Danny has noticed a pattern with the new ghosts suddenly coming through the portal. Not only are they ghosts he’s never even heard of, but their only focus is on him. Eventually one of the ghosts that are hired or maybe even one that Danny has befriended in the past that has heard down the grapevine, tells Danny what the Observanats are doing.

And instead of grouping with his friends to figure out how to either take down (preferably) or calm down (Ugh do we have to?) the Observants, Danny in his ultimate wisdom… leaves. The ghosts that the Observants are sending are after him, right? So long as he isn’t near someone else nobody has to get hurt!

And so, without telling anyone why or maybe even completely bulldozing over his friend's reasons to stay, Danny leaves Amity to protect the town.

This idea could just stay as Danny exploring the world but not in freedom like Dani, but in an attempt to escape the Observants. Maybe he even bumps into her at some point and she is surprised and tries to ask ‘Hey, why are you in Hawaii?’ but watches in shock as he runs away from her. Maybe in these adventures, he inadvertently discovers another ancient artifact that he could use against the Observants but the information is threaded throughout the world. So he continues to travel and force himself to be amongst people so that he can gather more information.

Or this could open up some neat ideas for crossovers!

One idea is Danny becoming an omen of sorts that something terrible is about to happen. If you see Danny Phantom, you know that a really bad rouge attack is about to happen in your area. And the worst part is, Danny is happy to see that everyone is avoiding him. Not because he likes to be feared, but because it's for the better. And to his horror rouges are trying to hire him to terrorize certain areas. He's accidentally become a villain because of the constant ghosts trying to take him down.

Another idea is another hero catching on that Danny is being essentially hunted and is concerned. Although their attempts to reach out and help are not being accepted. Danny is trying to protect the hero from danger but they don’t know that. They just think he’s being stubborn. So to Danny's dismay, they try even harder to prove to him that they can help.

I dunno, just something different to think about. Please tell me if there are fics or drabbles already using this kind of idea out there! I would love to read it :>

[villainsidestep]

'stop updating us on ur random thoughts every night' no

[radiance1]

Danny likes hanging around John Constantine as a cat. Why? At first, because it would've been pretty funny but now, he's realized he's actually.... Kind of grown to enjoy it, oddly enough?

All he really does is lay himself on the man and Constantine just, has like, zero problem??? He wanted to mess with the guy for his reaction, so he did multiple things to test limits but Constantine still let him stay around?? He made threats of exorcising him but like, Danny came to realize they were just empty threats???

John Constantine is weird.

---

Now, Constantine is well aware there was something more to the little cat that decided to claim him as a piece of furniture one day. Not just for them being a ghost, mind you, but he has a vague feeling there's something more to little ball of fluff that sought to inconvenience him.

He's aware that the first thing he should have done was exorcise it. Release it to the other side so it could go on and reincarnate or whatever with the pleasantry that it would live a better next life.

But he didn't.

Why?

Perhaps because of the vague feeling there was something more to the little prat.

But really it was just because his days felt.... Normal. As normal as they could be for a person like him, anyways.

As much as the little twat tried to inconvenience and make his life ever so annoyingly harder. It wasn't any kind of way that Constantine couldn't... Well.

It was inconvenient and annoying yes, yet at the same time it was entirely inconsequential compared to what he's lived through his whole life.

Hell, if other people take shit from their live cats. He can certainly take it from his ghost ca-

...

When did he start referring to the little prick as his?

[phiniusandjelly]

Vaguely inspired by that one post where Danny gets summoned by the JL and keeps throwing his shoes and stuff at them bc HE might not be able to leave the summoning circle but his clothes sure can!

I think the twist for that was that the circle doesnt effect him at all because hes a halfa and he was just goofing with the JL.

But imagine if the summoning and containment WORKED.

Like, he gets summoned and its startling, but once he realizes hes been summoned hes mostly annoyed.

Its a school night! He has work to do! Sure he wasnt DOING it, but it was still a possibility!

And hes trying to banter with the JL. Which for him just means being vaguely-obnoxious-but-somewhat-charming.

But then he tries to leave.

Maybe hes worried about his friends reaction to seeing him disappear.

Maybe the JL are saying some anti ghost/demon/whatever they think he is nonsense.

Maybe he changed his mind about doing that homework.

But either way, it doesnt work.

He drags his hand along the edge of the spell. It doesnt give, and he realizes hes not sure what this spell is supposed to do.

Its all along the floor beneth him, he cant fly through the floor.

He tries to get away from the walls and floor, worried whatever spell makes up the container can be triggered to hurt him or brainwash him or SOMETHING.

Its not his best guest, but he has never been summoned before, at least not with this type of barrier, and he doesnt know what to expect.

He barely gets a few feet off the ground when he hits the spells invisible roof.

And he is trapped.

And now this fourteen year old child is caged in a room with clearly dangerous adult strangers.

After hes been more or less kidnapped.

He’s suddenly regretting insulting them.

And its not his first time beimg kidnapped. Or his first time being in danger in general (obviously).

but its usually some ghost! Or Vlad “Loser, I hardly know her!” Masters!

Both of whom explain literally everything they plan in long ass evil monologues! It usually takes danny five minutes tops to learn their entire life story Dr Doofenshmirtz style!

He knows most of them personally! They hang out sometimes! Heck! even the local ghost hunters are either literally related to him or someone he’s dated!

He knows their powersets, their strengths, their weaknesses.

Most importantly, he knows their goals

But now hes trapped. In a room of clearly superpowerd strangers. With magical abilities strong enough to trap him for real.

And has no idea what they want

And Danny just freezes up

This could be super angsty if the JL were told that he was evil and think his panic + young features are only done to manipulate them.

You can also add angst with a language barrier/translation issue

I imagine the JL would be trying to get information about ghosts/ are trying to get someone to fight a villain they can’t defeat

Its going to scare the shit out of Danny either way- like imagine fourteen year old you gets kidnapped by strangers and they start asking you about your weaknesses or say they will only let you out if you agree to fight this monster.

And if Danny doesnt know this villain or how tf hes going to fight them he might feel like hes being sent off to get his ass kicked.

I can just imagine Danny being told he has to fight this supervillain and being like “…if i like..die…trying to fight this guy…what are you going to do with my body? Like will you send me home? Cause my family will freak if my corpse is teleported into the living room”

JL would not be happy about any of his responses.

Im begging someone to write this please have a nice day

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Unhinged Feral Boyfriends

The whole Batfam is under the assumption that Damian is the feral child. The assassin, the wild one, the demon brat that bites and stabs. Jason usually takes the second place, what with guns, heads in the duffelbag, and being a crime lord.

But Tim? Come on, even Duke is more feral than him. Tim is a nerd, and he keeps to his own devices most of the time, and, sure, sometimes he is plenty unhinged. But he's okay. Seventh place on the unofficial List of Feral Bats.

He's got a boyfriend lately, have you heard? Tim hadn't brought him to the manor for dinner yet, but each and every Bat and Bird have already seen the guy - in person or through the surveillance cameras or background checks, doesn't matter. Either way, Daniel Fenton is quite literally a ray of sunshine.

They look very cute together.

That is, until one day, they witness Danny and Tim rip Joker's ribcage out of his chest.

Nothing could have prepared them for it. It was just another patrol, just another night of fighting crime, nothing out of the ordinary. Sure, Joker was on the loose, but so far, no one has tracked the Clown down or seen any of his goons.

But then, Red Robin's tracker went offline. The Bats started searching for him immediately - his last recorded location, his trackers, his route, everything. But when they managed to find him...

Well.

They didn't only find him in that warehouse.

They found Joker, choking on the ground and clawing at his own neck, like trying to force some air inside his lungs. Over him, Danny was squatting on the ground, his eyes thoughtful and not worried in the slightest, tapping on his chin. And, just a step behind him, Red Robin is holding a fucking ribcage in his hands, studying it with calm curiosity.

"Should we put it back now?" Tim asks, relaxed and easy, like they are speaking about whether they should or should not get another box of cereal in a store.

Danny shrugs, "I mean, if you want to. It's not like he's gonna die in the next ten or so minutes, you've got time."

And then, as Batman makes the slightest of noises, Danny's head snaps to him, and the boy smiles, cheerful and bright. Like the ray of sunshine he is.

"Hi, Bats!" Then he blinks and looks down to Joker, who is already frothing at the mouth, "Oh, don't worry about him, he won't die. Red's just putting a tracker in his manibrium."

"I figured it'd be easier to find him next time if he can't get the tracker out," Tim nods, unbothered, as he is tinkering with the ribcage in his hands before passing it back to Danny, "Okay, done. Put it back."

Danny takes the ribcage and presses it to Joker's chest. And, before they know it, the bones sink inside the man, like a hand in a bowl of sand.

Danny wipes his hands on his jeans and stands. Tim smiles at the Bats, none of whom know what to say and where to start.

The next day, Joker is back at Arkham with a tracker in his sternum, Danny is invited to dinner in the manor, and Tim takes the first place of the Feral List, with a note 'never leave unattended when Danny is nearby'.

[emacrow]

Imagined how would long it would take for someone to actually reach the moon, all those kids who grown up and their kids by danny the feral racoon museum tour guide to grown into space rocket enginers, weather tester for space flights, potentially astronauts(only quirkless were allowed for now because some people with mutant and other quirks can damaged the rocket ship) and all the rest to make a futuristic verison of NASA. It be 3XXX as the world watches the first quirkless man step on the moon on a live camera.

Everyone held their breath as the camera flickers a bit to see him put a nation state flag and a secondary flag with DF on the moon, and everyone at the space station will start crying, some sobbing, hugging each others.

All those grown people, their kids and some possible grandkids who work so hard for so long to achieve this brand newborn step for mankind to go into space.

And the one who the happiest would be a newly elderly man despise his young like look, would cry like a baby in the old but better built space museum. Middle age Izuku midoriya would be there patting Danny's back as he wiped his own tears.

Okay but? We of the DPxDC? Are COMPLETELY Sleeping on DPXBNHA?

And not even for the Main Plot Shenanigans!

Just?? It has ALL of DC's super powers? But MORE OF THEM. And like 80% of the population has um! Danny can?? Finally achieve his DREAM of being???

JUST SOME DUDE™!

Yeah, he's in Japan. That's a bit of a learning curve. And YEAH, there was a cataclysmic war like a few centuries back that sorta... fucked everybody up. No one wants to talk about it. There may be mass graves and Never Forget memorials. But?

On the SURFACE!

This place seems utopian!

No ghost hunters! Advanced technology! Robust social services*!

Wait... what was that asterisk? What do you mean "corrupt shadowy government organizations"? What do you MEAN "Immortal Supervillians"? NO SPACE PROGRAM!?!? AaaaaAAAAAAAAAAH?!?!? I'M IN HELL!!! This is ACTUALLY THE BAD PLACE, THIS IS HELL, OH GOD NOOOOOOO-!!!!!!

Cause see?

There are SO MANY REASONS he'd end up there?

Think about it! Wish that he lived somewhere his weird biology wouldn't exclude him from becoming an astronaut? In Quirks having Bnha Japan EVERYBODY has weird biology! Y'ain't special! You could TOTALLY be an astronaut!..... if we HAD those! We do not. Shut down that program during the Quirk Wars and never really started it again. (And somewhere, Desiree LAUGHS)

Or MAYBE? Things are getting a little hot on the ground? Bit TOO spicy. The Family Fenton and Friends have fallen back, behind the barely holding shields. Not even the Mansons considerable political maneuvering could stop the inevitably of human fear and blind unthinking hatred. Money can't buy everything, in the end. There is only ONE(1) way out.

Through the Zone.

Plan: Strangers In A Strange World is a go.

They're all Limnal enough to fake it. Sam with her plants. Tucker with his technology and persuasion. Jazz with her limited empathy. Their parents with their... well, weirdness. And with a touch of ghostly assisted meddling? Well, they've always BEEN there! Haven't they?

And that's not to MENTION the random 4 year olds with no control! JUST coming into their powers! With all those big emotions in tiny bodies? Startling events and tantrums? Villian attacks? What could THEY possibly hope to do to control or guide that fresh new power? It does what it does and the rest of us are just along for the ride!

If Danny happens to be minding his business and gets accidentally kidnapped by a VERY distraught 4 year old? Well, that's hardly the KIDS fault, now is it? They're FOUR! That is basically a toddler! Tiny child! They are upset, confused, and didn't mean to do ANYTHING. He's a hero. And Heros don't blame little kids from accidents, no matter HOW stressed it makes them.

No, the curse like a sailor INSIDE their head. Like an ADULT.

Just? Imagine~☆

The slow transition from *starry eyed shoujo sparkles* "This is SO COOL~!" to "huh, that's... kinda weird. And Sus. Weird Sus. Maybe nothing... oh! A distraction!" To "okay, this KEEPS happening, that was shady. You all saw that right? You realize that's not NORMAL, right? That that's fucked up? Not cool?" To "oh god, oh God, OH GOD! I'm in HELL! This is actually HELL! I'm trapped in HELL!!! WHAT THE FUC-"

Like? This kid LOVES space. LOVES the stars. And this is one of the few Superhero Cannon that SPECIFICALLY MENTIONS that IN CANNON? Thanks to Quirks? As in Superpowers? That VERY THING got fuckin SCRAPPED. Gutted. Consigned to be a relic of the past so they could all focus on punching each other Real Good.

He would weep BLOOD. Chew the WALLS. The LEVEL of unhinged this child would unleash? Not as Danny Phantom... but as DANNY J. FENTON? Beautiful. Vaguely psychotic. Definitely doing the Fenton Name proud. God, the NOISE HE WOULD MAKE would be inhuman and yet somehow? Come entirely from his human half.

They👏 Would👏 Hear👏 BOSS👏 MUSIC👏

I don't even know if he'd CARE about the main characters. They'd be tangential at best. The man would be in a one man war with I-Island over their lack of space program and hoarding of scientific progress. Probably living out of an abandoned building or forgotten subway station. Just? The MOST bedraggled, feral genius to ever haunt Japan.

As opposed to the REFINED feral genius. Who is Nedzu.

I bet Danny stands outside his school at one AM waving his scientific papers at a camera and YELLS. Like a deranged lunatic. Mismatched slippers and a "haven't slept in a week" crazed glint in his eyes.

He's Nedzu's new best friend. They GET each other.

And, yes, Nedzu COULD let him in... but it's faster to just let him yell and read the papers through the camera. Who CARES if they both seem insane! Let's shout about advanced physics and engineering at 1 am! Over the speakers!!! Oh? You need to physically SHOW me the notes? Well I COULD unlock the gates... OR just wait for you to finish scrambling up the walls like a feral Racoon, to then throw yourself OVER them.

Either, Or.

I'm just SAYING! We are SLEEPING on this! There is so, SO much fun to be had! Danny breaks rules and minds! His outrage over injustice and the complete lack of SPACE! His protection instincts going BUCK FUCKIN WILD. The INDESCRIBABLE hate boner he would have for Mr. "Lemme just rip parts of your soul out so I can collect your powers like pokemon cards" AfO.

There? Is SO MUCH, guys. SO MUCH!

@hdgnj @the-witchhunter @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @dcxdpdabbles @mutable-manifestation

[writerfromthestars]

DP X DC PROMT: Happiness? In this Economy?

Dick convinces Jason to go with him to a party because he apparently "needs to socialize". At this party is also Danny, who is majoring in astrophysics at Gotham University. They run into each other, hit it off, and end up hooking up.

Danny has class in the morning, so he leaves before Jason wakes up, hurrying to get his day started and completely unaware of the fact that some of the ectoplasm he produces has seeped into Jason. (Neither of them tell each other their names, or maybe they're too hungover to remember? Idk, but they don't know each others names. It was also too dark for Jason to see Danny's face.)

Jason wakes up, wondering how the hell the cute guy from last night managed to leave without waking him up. He also feels happier than he has in a while, which he attributes to the fact that he actually had fun last night instead of scowling in the corner.

But the happiness, the calm, it just... Doesn't leave? For some reason?

At first, Jason is willing to accept that maybe the univers is just giving him a day off from the Pit Rage, God knows he's earned it, but when the end of the week is drawing closer and he's still no closer to figuring out why he's so goddamn pleasant all of a sudden, he starts to freak out.

He tracks this unnatural calm back to the party, and at first, he thinks someone spiked his drink. But the only people who were close enough to do that would be Dick, who would never do that, and his unknown, unnamed hookup.

Now, Jason isn't a very paranoid person, but he was raised during his early teens by the goddamn Batman, king of paranoia, so he immediately draws the following connections:

1. His unnamed hookup was able to roofie him without him noticing, bat training and all.

2. That drug, whatever it was, was strong enough to subdue the Pit Rage, and, seeing as it hasn't returned, that could be indefinite.

3. The only person who has ever been able to remotely control the Lazarus Pits is Ra's Al Ghul, and he still ended up a murderous sociopath, so obviously he doesn't have a good handle on it.

4. This random dude that he met at a goddamn college party may be the most powerful sorcerer in the world.

5. He need sto find this guy before she raises an undead army.

Thus, Jason finds himself in the awkward situation of explaining to his father that he may or may not have hooked up with a being more powerful than a man who runs an assassin cult and calls himself a demon.

The bats immediately begin searching Gotham for this guy, pulling out all the stops to stop this guy before they gain a new supervillain.

Meanwhile, Danny is peacefully going about his life.

Then, he runs into his one night stand and they start dating. Everything is going great for him! Moving to Gotham City was the best thing he's ever done!

Now Jason is even more panicked, because he just met this really cute guy, and now they're dating, but it's a horrible time because he's still trying to find this Eldritch creature.

Bonus ( to add to the misunderstandings):

Say Danny's trans. It's about now, a few months later, that morning sickness makes itself evident.

[zhelin-thames]

Sixteen Bucks and a Grudge

Inspired by this post

Masterpost

The Batcave descended into silence as the glowing figure hovered ominously, his voice reverberating through the space. Everyone stared at Bruce, whose face remained impassive, though there was a faint twitch in his left eye.

"Bruce," Danny's eldritch voice echoed again, the flickering green light from his form illuminating the cave. "You promised."

Jason was the first to break the silence, biting back a laugh. "Wait, hold up. Bats, you owe this guy—" he gestured at the spectral figure, "—sixteen bucks? And you didn’t pay him back?"

Tim blinked in disbelief. "Sixteen dollars? That’s it? Why not just pay him?"

Bruce’s jaw clenched. "It’s the principle."

"The principle?" Danny’s ethereal voice sharpened. "The principle is that you owe me money. I spotted you when you conveniently ‘forgot’ your wallet on that mission in Prague. Fifteen years, Bruce. Fifteen. Years."

Dick swung down from the obstacle course, landing with a flourish. "Bruce, this is... shocking. You didn’t pay back a friend? A ghostly friend?"

"Former associate," Bruce corrected, standing straighter.

"You don’t even have an excuse," Damian said, crossing his arms. "Father, this is shameful."

Cass, who had been silently observing, tilted her head at Danny and then at Bruce. "Pay him," she signed.

"Thank you!" Danny exclaimed, throwing up his hands. "See? She gets it!"

Steph nudged Duke, grinning. "This is the best thing that’s happened all week. I’m rooting for the glowing guy."

Jason smirked, holstering his guns. "Hey, Phantom—what happens if he doesn’t pay up? Do you haunt him or something?"

Danny’s eyes gleamed mischievously. "I’ve had fifteen years to think about that. Let’s just say Bruce would learn the true meaning of regret."

Bruce let out a long-suffering sigh, finally reaching into a compartment in his utility belt. He produced a crisp twenty-dollar bill and held it out toward Danny.

"Here."

Danny crossed his arms, floating closer but making no move to take it. "Sixteen. Not twenty. I’m not taking tips from someone who stiffed me for a decade and a half."

Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, then withdrew a smaller wad of cash and counted out exactly sixteen dollars. He handed it over wordlessly.

Danny plucked the money from Bruce’s hand with a smirk. "Pleasure doing business, old friend."

With that, Danny dissolved back into the glowing green portal, leaving the Batcave in a dim eerie glow for a few moments before it faded entirely.

As silence returned, Jason leaned back, arms crossed, grinning like a Cheshire cat. "So, Bruce, what’s the real story here? Because I need to know why you’d rather let a ghost King hunt you down than pay sixteen dollars."

Bruce turned back to his computer. "Get back to work."

Tim was already typing away. "Oh no, I’m finding the mission logs. There’s no way we’re letting this go."

"Sixteen years of holding a grudge," Dick added, shaking his head. "That guy has serious commitment."

Jason laughed. "Sounds like he’d fit right in."

[captain-krow-drozdov]

Danny Is An Alternate Version Of Ra's Al Ghul And Flash Already Called Dibs On Adopting Him

Danny In All His Sleep Deprived Slightly Scuffed Up From A Fight Glory Is On His Way To Clockworks Tower To Hopefully Get A Nap And Maybe Some Homework Done When A Natural Portal Opens Up In Front Of Him And Proceeds To Unceremoniously Drop Him In The DC Verse Just Outside Of Central City Before Promptly Closing Leaving A Tired Danny Behind In A Run Down Abandoned Parking Lot.

It's Times Like This When Danny Regrets Putting Off Learning How To Make His Own Portals, Cause Now He Is Very Much Stuck For The Foreseeable Future And He Has No Idea Where Or When He Is. Luckily For Him However Central City Isn't Too Far Away, Unlucky For Him However Is That Once In The City He Realizes This Isn't His Dimension. He's Pretty Sure He'd Remember Something Called The Justice League.

So What Do You Do When Supernatural Bullshit Fails You? You Fall Back On Your Mad Scientist Roots And You Make A Portal Gun. So That's Exactly What Danny Plans To Do.

Unfortunately Staying Alive And Building Questionably Safe Portal Technology Requires Money And Supplies, So He Ends Up Wandering From City To City Doing Odd Jobs/Fixing Up Busted Tech For Cash Or Unwanted Electronics For His "Operation: Get Home" Needs. This Obviously Ends In A Few Superhero Encounter Shenanigans.

Though He Always Ends Up Back Near Central City, Both On The Off Chance The Natural Portal Will Open Up Again And Because Out Of All The Superheroes That Apparently Exist In This Universe The Speedsters Are His Favorite (Red Robin Is Solidly His Second Favorite Ever Since The Gotham Vigilante Gave Him A Large Coffee Filled With Enough Caffeine To Kill A Man).

Unbeknownst To Danny However Is That Every Hero/Vigilante He Has Encountered Has Come To At Least One Of The Following Conclusions; 1. Run Away Meta Who Is In Desperate Need Of A Good Meal/Adoption Bait. 2. Possibly Red Robin/Tim Drake Clone 3. A Good Kid But Could Possibly Be A Future Rouge If Left Unsupervised. 4. Did Bats Get A New Kid And Why Is He Here?

All Flash Knows Is That He Saw The Kid First And Therefore Has Dibs. Suck It Bruce.

Fast-forward A Few Months And Danny Gets Hurt During A Rogue Attack While Trying To Help Some Civilians Get To Safety (Old Hero Habits Die Hard (Ha Die Hard) And All That Jazz) And He Nopes Out Once Everyone Is Safe And When The Paramedics Are Busy With Other People Unaware He Left A Blood Sample Behind.

One DNA Test Brought To You By Paranoid Bat Concerns Of A Possible Red Robin Clone Later And They Find Out That Dannys DNA Matches One Ra's Al Ghul.

They Now Think Danny Is An Escaped Ra's Al Ghul Clone.

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