#and that ghosts need to absorb ambient ectoplasm

[sleepy-grav3]

The Moon Child Part 2

Part 1

A/n: Wow. I posted the first part to this and you guys like- rushed to it like starving animals holy SHIT... Should I be scared???? anyway- here ya go

Summary: Danny meets the Aqua Family and gets the love he deserves, plus a little comfort.

Tw: hurt/comfort, bad parents, mentioned discrimination, angst, ghost animal cruelty, swears, objectification, fluff

I forgot to mention Danny goes by he/they pronouns, Atlanteans know a lot of animals, and gender is weird sometimes so they aren't assuming anything and that's fair since Danny could shapeshift if he wants

The Moon Child Part 2 - The Moon Loves the Sea

Warm. He felt warm while in his core. And he could feel the soft cushion he was placed on. He heard the stories that Aquaman Arthur would tell him about all of his adventures and the rambles about his family. He was even told the secret about his stepbrother, Orm, who's death was faked and now lived on land.

It was... nice. Safe. He hadn't felt so loved in a long time. Or, at least, he thinks he hasn't. He had lost track of time while in the labs. It was painful to think about. Visibly so. Apparently, when he drifted into those dreadful terrors, his core's soft light would flicker into a dimmer one which resonated with his sobs. Arthur or his wife, who would keep him beside them at all times, would pick him up each time and hold him close to their heart.

"It's alright" They would say. "You're safe now."

Their heartbeat would always calm him down. It pulsed out reassuring feelings with each beat of their hearts. It was soothing and he never felt so safe. Not even when he was alive. To think he needed to die to feel this way.

It took a while for the pain to finally go away, but he soon felt ready to come out of his core. He couldn't recuperate as much as he wanted to. Not to use his full abilities of his ghost powers. No, there wasn't a massive supply of ambient ectoplasm like in Amity. He learned that what he was absorbing the most was the magic, which acted as a saline solution to blood (which he was pretty sure his blood was fully ectoplasm now).

It was interesting how magic tied in with ectoplasm. He wondered if that's why summoning worked best for those in the realms for that reason. Maybe the specific rituals to summon them even tied closely with their ecto-signatures? It's an interesting thought really.

That isn't the point though. What is, is that he was healthy enough to come out of his core.

"Ok, Danny. Deep breath. Here we go-"

-

Arthur was doing his usual thing: struggling to wake up in the morning and only really doing it because he didn't want to worry the literal spirit of a god. And it's not even because they're a god, but because they're a child. Should he have kept them in the same room. He feels like that might've been a better choice than just leaving them in a room next to his.

Arthur shook his head, rubbing his eyes as he swung his legs over the edge only to jump at the cold feeling of the floor.

"All kinds of water magic and they still can't stop the floor from being cold."

He huffed, getting up and picking out some casual wear that didn't have a bunch of jewelry with protection runes. Some normal clothes to hang out with family.

Kaldur came back yesterday, so they're having breakfast together. He hoped that he'd believe the whole moon deity thing. Kaldur was pretty good and believing new things, but this was their main religion they're talking about. Religion is iffy, or at least it was for those on land. The ocean folk are... extremely loyal.

Should he worry about them trying to destroy the new moon...?

He shook his head. No, they probably couldn't get past the layers of the atmosphere. Hopefully.

He walked out of the door, now thinking about how sea creatures would even pull that off before knocking on the door of the room next to his.

"It is uh, me. Again." It never sounds less awkward. Maybe I should try adding the dramatics?

And with a twist and push, he opened the door only to freeze with widening eyes. The stone wasn't there.

"Oh my god- I lost-"

Only to hear a chirp. he flinched, attention darting over to the full body mirror on the other side of the door that pushed into the room. A door he was going to have fixed to avoid heart attacks like these.

He let out a huge sigh of relief, walking over and bending down with a crooked grin.

"Well, good morning. I didn't expect you to appear for a while. But hey! Perfect timing! Kaldur's going to be joining us during breakfast today, so we could introduce you guys! We could meet Orm soon too! I bet he'll be absolutely surprised!"

The child only looked at him with their big wide doe eyes. Hope sparked in them, but anxiety kept their body tense.

"You... You were serious about it? About me meeting your family?"

Arthur placed a hand on their shoulder, he could barely notice the cool temperature of their body before he saw them jump. He was going to pull away his hand, but then the child relaxed a bit more. It was as if they hadn't had affectionate physical contact in a long time.

"Have they ever been anything but a moon? Are all moons like this? What about other planets? Earth... we have so much pollution. If it were alive..., would it only just barely be clinging?"

"Yes, I was and still am. You're a part of it now for as long as we live. And even when we pass, you will continue to have a place in the ocean. You might not have realized this, but the ocean worships you like a god. In fact, I think I'm going to have to talk with the Justice League about offering an apology gift of some sort."

The child blinked, eyes wide and glistening as a layer of moisture sparkled more yet made the eye look foggy. Looking closer, Arthur could see how moonstones came to be when they cried. It would hurt if it was a literal stone the kid cried. Like- like kidney stones! He was thankful that it wasn't like that.

"You... You aren't scared of me being dangerous to them? You don't think I'm evil or non-sentient?"

Arthur blinked. What?

"No... Nobody- Why would anybody think that?"

The child pursed his lips into a thin line, averting his eyes. With each blink, a silvery white liquid would start to drip and condense to the moonstones he found.

"I... don't know how things work around here... But on land... I've... They don't respect the dead or those associated to the concept. I've tried to keep both sides from trying to destroy the other- but... but..."

Arthur took a breath, pulling the spirit into his arms into a tight embrace. They clung to their veil that was wrapped around their arms like a shawl.

It seems that he had some lore to read up upon and some things to investigate.

-

(This bit's about Danny's POV. It'll be continuing with his while he meets everyone)

Danny didn't know what to think when he looked at himself in the mirror earlier. He didn't have a shirt, but the scarf thing was comfy. He could make it into some kind of make-shift shirt if he wanted to too. His memory on how to do it was... foggy and fractured. Some parts of speech were muffled and what he saw from that time would blur or seemed made up.

He knew the person teaching him.

Why can't he remember them clearly? He could hear whispers of something in his head telling him who that was.

And when he pushed that thought aside, he'd look back at other memories and realize who that was.

Tucker. How could he ever forget about Tucker? Why was he forgetting him?

What made it worse was how much he had to stare at the damn mirror to get the knots right. His chest... it wasn't ever that clean. No Lichtenberg scars. No burns, no cuts, no incision scars. Nothing. It was clean of any of his failures. His struggles. His learning experiences.

And yet... he still imagined them being there. Each time his fingers would brush up against places where he knew scars should've been, a shot of pain would spike as if he'd been electrocuted.

It hurt.

He hated how he remembered.

He hated that he didn't.

He used to remember all of it. He did when he was sobbing for days on end.

Now, it was foggy. Now, it was hidden away. He couldn't reach it.

"Oh my god- I lost-"

He chirped in surprise, turning with widened eyes. Oh. It's just Arthur. I really need to get out of my head.

Arthur walked over, looking slightly drained, as if he was relieved of a sudden weight placed on his shoulders. And by the vibes, Danny's guess seemed right.

Relieved Happy Happy Excited Nervous Happy

He was always so cheery in the... well, what seemed to be the day. Sucks to be out now that he thought about it. It would be rude to just fall asleep at random now that they could physically see if he's awake or not.

Arthur greeted him warmly, cheerily saying how he didn't expect him to come out of his core as if the event was a surprise gift. That... was confusing to say the least. It's easier to have a pet rock than a guest. Now he has to feed him to be polite, or at least offer. He has the room covered since the beginning. It was a really big room. A waste for something someone like him.

He felt his body freeze and start muffling sounds when Arthur started mentioning Kaldur and Orm. His family. Close ones, from the stories he would tell.

M4Dd13 and J4Ck would never allow strangers near him, much less Jazz.

"You... You aren't scared of me being dangerous to them?" He couldn't stop the questions from slipping out even when his expression shifted. "You don't think I'm evil or non-sentient?"

He doesn't even know how he could even think of himself as otherwise. He could remember the custom-made, high voltage tasers that targets his ecto-signature itself until he acted how they expected him to. How they wanted him to.

His eyesight became extremely cloudy. It was similar to the green he'd see before he would start crying after he couldn't cry water anymore.

Ghosts... Ghosts cry ectoplasm. What... What was he crying? What is he now? He was- Why wasn't he gone? He was Ended, wasn't he? They got rid of his heart and crushed his core to determine the durability- there wasn't a way to come back from that.

So why was he alive?

Why can't he-

"-think that?"

Shit- he wasn't paying attention.

Danny couldn't bare to look at the man, guilt eating away at him.

"I... don't know how things work around here..."

He could barely register that it was his voice.

"But on land... I've..."

Why was he still touching his shoulder?

Why isn't he disgusted?

Why isn't he scared?

Why isn't he angry?

"They don't respect the dead or those associated to the concept. I've tried to keep both sides from trying to destroy the other- but... but..."

But they destroyed me instead.

It was all for nothing.

Why didn't he listen to the Ancients?

Why did he just kill people?

They already expected him to do so anyway.

So why didn't he?

He couldn't feel the hug he was pulled into until he stopped crying.

What was he even crying about?

-

Ok so- Maybe Danny should start scheduling his breakdowns. So far, he's had ones at random or ones that goes on for multiple days without any stopping. Or- if he did stop, he really doesn't remember them.

But this is getting embarrassing. He was lucky Kaldur came home late or else they might've either came late or completely missed the breakfast reunion.

Ugh- and don't get him started with anxiety.

His eyes must be puffy or something. Great first impression, Danny! All ya gotta do now is cry again in front of everyone to make it one of the worst introductions in life.

Well, it wasn't really a good start even without him. Arthur had just dropped him onto a very cushiony chair and exclaimed: "Thank the seas! I'm starving!" And just went to devour a whole plate before calming down a bit with Mera scolding him.

He was just awkwardly watching until a plate was placed in front of him. He slightly tensed, attention going from his plate to the hand pulling away from the plate now that it was down. That's when his eyes made contact with Kaldur's. He seemed a bit startled to, as he blinked owlishly before smiling politely.

"Hello, I'm Kaldur'Ahm. You may call me Kaldur."

"U-um.. I'm..." What should he be called now? Phantom didn't feel as right anymore. Ah, what the heck. It's not like they know little ol' Danny Fenton. "I'm Danny." For some reason, that name didn't feel too right either.

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard that you've been in a stone, so I was surprised to see you carried in by fa- Arthur."

Curious Happy Happy Nervous

Danny relaxed a bit, turning to his plate once eye contact became too difficult. He picked at his food

"I didn't have much strength when I first formed. I wasn't meant to even have a body but I... didn't want to be discovered and have my core cut up and carved into for some jewelry or something, so I forced myself. you could say it's like... an energy conservation form."

Danny started to actually eat his food, though a bit quicker than he usually would. Stress eating, how lovely.

"Is it a lot of work to stay as you are now? You don't have to stay like this if you're too drained." Kaldur started to fret for him, looking for any sign of strain.

Danny, feeling the worry from him, smiled. It's been a while since someone was worried for him.

"I recovered enough energy that I have a bit extra. I can't do a lot of the things I could before, but I don't feel any pain anymore. So, I'll be fine."

Kaldur relaxed a bit, though still held a slight frown.

"Tell me if you ever feel anything. I'm more than able to hold onto your core and protect you."

Danny hummed, continuing to eat. That's about the time Kaldur remembered that it was breakfast time and started- no, continued to eat from his plate. He must've served himself when Arthur started to or even before that.

"Hey hey hey! Now that the kid's awake, why don't we take a family trip toooooooooo" He dragged out the word as Mera glared at him. "-my brother's grave! I bet he'd love to meet you! And on the way, we can go to the burger place and shop for some clothes, meet my dad-"

Danny looked over at Kaldur, who shook his head fondly at his obvious father-figure. Really, that slip up wasn't getting past him, no way, not possible.

"Don't mind him." Mera sighed. "He's an idiot."

"Hey!"

"Danny, you could always say no. We could go a different day." Kaldur mentioned.

"Danny?" Arthur questioned. Mera rolled her eyes.

"Pay attention, will you?"

"No, it's fine." Danny shook his head with a nervous smile. "I'd like to see him too."

"GREAT!" Arthur exclaimed, making Danny jump and Kaldur wince at the volume. "Hurry and finish your meals! I'll call over the pups!" and then he ran off.

"Pups?" Danny asked.

"Sharks." Mera clarified with a fond sigh. "Ever since he heard someone call them sea puppies, he's been calling them pups and puppies ever since."

"That's... really cute actually." Danny snickered.

"He sneaks away to play with them all the time." Kaldur groaned, remembering the number of meetings he had to take over for the man.

Danny reached over and patted Kaldur's forearm.

"You poor child."

"At least you understand."

-

Kaldur... well, Danny didn't really know how to put it. He was really nice and all, but he was a bit...

"These earrings would look great on you." Kaldur hummed as he held up dangling pearls to his ears.

Kaldur's already bought 3 bags of stuff for him in the last 20 minutes since coming to Reef Town (completely made-up place, just go with it). He even had to adjust his ghost clothes so he could wear the pants and shirt, and other stuff that were bought for him. He still kept the veil since it was really soft and soothed him when he rubbed it between his fingers.

"Ah, but this goes with your clothing... Perhaps we should order one to be made in Atlantis?" Kaldur trailed off, mumbling about different shops and what materials they had along with design names Danny had no clue about. He was almost sure that some of those words were made-up with how they sounded.

"Oookaaayyy- how about we think this over later?" Arthur insisted, a hand on Kaldur's shoulder and the other taking away the earrings in his hands. "We have someone to meet in... about 5 minutes."

"Right, sorry! I got distracted-"

"You're fine, you little urchin." Arthur chuckled, pushing Kaldur towards the door. "Now let's go meet Orm!"

Danny felt a hand on his head. It was a gentle, motherly touch. It nearly made his core let out a purr. Only Jazz could do that with touch alone. Though he nearly started to do the same when they'd mark where they'd cut next. They didn't do that as often with how much they liked to see his organs and bones regenerate.

"Tell Kaldur if it's too much. He's just really excited to have you around and is used to having to give something to keep sea creature friends around."

Ah, he knew that voice.

"Ex..cited? Why?" Danny looked up at Mera, leaning into her touch.

Mera smiled down sweetly at him; her eyes were filled with love that would be pointed to her own child.

She didn't have that drunken lust M4Dd13 had in her eyes each time she came back.

It made his core flutter.

"He sees you as a younger sibling. He's wanted one for a little while now. I... I can't get myself to try again, so he didn't expect to have a sibling. He was really excited to meet you after he heard that you agreed to stay with Arthur. You didn't reject my touch either. I hope it was fine that I held your... core, was it?"

Danny felt her finger card through his hair. He melted at the soothing touch.

"Yeah. It's... it's everything to a ghost. Heart and soul. And... I heard about you from Arthur while I was in my core. And you were the reason Arthur knew to comfort me. So, I knew I could trust you."

Mera smiled a bit more brightly and knelt down, hands holding his face with all the love in the world before she placed a kiss on his forehead.

"I'm glad. Now, let's go catch up with the boys. I'm sure Kaldur and Arthur must be panicking."

Danny could barely follow after her, having to make himself float as she grabbed his hand to lead him outside. Everything was too fuzzy and happy; it was hard to focus.

-

"Did you kidnap a child spirit?!"

That was the first thing Orm said when he saw Danny, immediately looking at Arthur incredulously as he slammed the table with his hands.

He immediately walked over and knelt down in front of Danny.

"I am so sorry about him-"

"Hey! I didn't-"

"-he's an idiot and really doesn't know any better."

"I didn't kidnap him!"

Orm arched a brow at his brother before looking over at Mera.

"No contracts were made."

Orm looked back at Danny.

"You went with him willingly?"

Danny snickered. "He looked like an idiot."

"You too?!"

"You really can't blame him." Kaldur agreed, smiling over at Danny.

Danny giggled and looked back at Orm.

"I'm Danny."

"Orm, that idiot's older brother. Stepbrother. Now, why did a saintly spirit decide to tag along with this family?"

Mera walked over, placing a hand on Danny's head again. He leaned into it, barely able to keep in a purr.

"You remember the incident with the moon?" Orm nodded. "Well, they're the spirit of the moon."

Orm's eyes widened, head snapping right back to Danny.

"You- you're-"

Danny blinked. He's a what? Wait, not the time to dissociate-

"Is... Is that bad?" Danny hesitantly asked.

"No! Not at all- I just- I've always believed in you, it's just that- Seeing an idol is a bit of an experience-"

"An idol?" Danny questioned, looking up at Orm. He was still kneeling, doesn't that hurt?

"Well, I've heard stories about how you'd battle against the sun gods and sent blessed rain to heal those under incurable plagues. That you split your own soul to assist physically on this world to help those that roamed on it! I've traveled to different places on the land just to see your descendants. And what beautiful white features they have. Did you know that humans call them albinos?"

"Really?"

"Yes! They deserve a better name that fits the position of blessed descendants! The fools!"

"I-it's fine, really! I'm glad they're doing ok and- and that my blessing still lives on."

Orm sighed and stood up.

"You're much too kind. Even after they replaced you, you don't hold it against anyone."

Oddly enough, he felt his chest tighten. It was as if...

"Someone has to do my job in controlling the currents, right?" Danny smiled sadly.

The others seemed to feel sympathy for the spirit, Kaldur going over and pulling him into a hug.

"It's alright. The ocean will stand by your side. Forever. They still worship you even now. So don't think you were only a tool, ok?"

Danny nodded. "Ok.."

He fought back against the tears.

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A/n: well, that was a bit longer than the last one. I was planning to write more for this chapter, but I'll just add it to the next one. Sorry if it seems a bit stiff, it'll be better eventually... hopefully.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.

[animeredhead101]

Dad Hood DP x DC Crossover

Completed

The Devil Wore a T-Shirt by DisillusionedDanny :

After a one-night stand, Danny finds himself pregnant with Red Hood's kid. Now he finds himself as a dad to a small child with an important decision to make. Does he tell Red Hood he has a child? Or does Danny raise the kid by himself? Word Count: 24,778 Completed

Nothing But The Dead And Dying (back in my little town) by Umei_no_Mai :

Dan has just been rescued and is feeling a bit shorter than usual. Jason Todd has just been petitioned like he's a feudal warlord, which has never happened before but he could maybe get used to. They can probably make this work so long as Batman doesn't stick his nose in. Yeah, like that'll happen. Word Count: 123,925 Completed

my boy, my son by DisillusionedDanny :

In desperate need of a vacation, Danny has Clockwork turn him into a five year old so that he can have the childhood he never got. Soon, five year old Danny finds himself running wild in Gotham only to be kidnapped by some weird teenager in a costume who decides that Danny is going to be his son. What's Danny to do but accept this new weird guy as his new dad and become a super cool crime fighting vigilante with his new adopted family who have no clue he's a two thousand year old ghost king? Word Count: 18,210

Dad Hood by JaxinKH :

After a wish gone wrong, Danny has reverted to a child and sent to Gotham. Jason doesn't know how the kid ended up in his appartement, but he is now stuck looking after him. How hard could it be?

Word Count: 18,236

On-going

It's Not Sugar by ConspiracyCrows :

Ellie is destabilized and nearly killed by Vlad while trying to make another, "better", clone of Danny. In order to stabilize her she was de-aged to about 7, and now has chronic issues balancing her ecto the same way a type one diabetic has issues balancing blood sugars. In fact that's the cover story the pair use when Danny enrolls Ellie at Gotham Academy. The one favor he will allow Vlad to do for them. While Vlad seems to have finally come to his senses about Ellie, Danny won't let him anywhere near her ever again. Which is why they moved to Gotham in the first place, Vlad won't step foot there. It also helps that Lady Gotham is more than happy to have the Realms' Ambassador to the Living in her streets. They settle into Crime Alley, and Danny may or may not have forgotten to introduce himself to the Haunt owner, assuming Gotham would handle the niceties as he gets Ellie settled, and handles the pressing issues of the negotiations between the city, the realms, and those denizens of both who want or need one thing or other. Word Count: 23,052 On-going

Imprint by Hashtag_DriveBy :

He screwed his eyes shut, held his breath, desperately wished that he was back in his safehouse, alone and blissfully unaware. But the weight in his hands remained, and when he opened his eyes, it was to the bean-shaped 'fuck you' the Lazarus Pit had kindly bestowed upon him, arms and legs folded up against his front beneath off-white muslin while tiny lips smacked softly.

What the fuck.

What the hell was Jason supposed to do now?

Word Count: 119,791 On-going

If you find a vigilante in the dumpster by lunamugetsu :

The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster. / / It was a normal night of patrol for Jason. Beating up a bunch of criminals. Shooting them with bullets (they're rubber bullets Bruce! Calm down!) Get stabbed by them. Pass out from blood loss in the place he was taking refuge in Wake up in an apartment, his wounds bandaged and all. And to a black haired blue eyed kid staring at him. "I found you in the garbage!" Word Count: 120,002 On-going

Please Don't Take My Sunshine Away by FearlessHades :

After escaping from the GIW, Danny crash lands in Gotham. He's six years old, his entire life has burned behind him, and one of the Gotham vigilantes is running around with a stifled Core. What's a kid to do?

A Jason Adopts Danny fic featuring De-aged!Danny, family feels, and Jason's Grand Master Plan going completely off the rails.

Word Count: 53,233

The (Un)Living Weapon by Anonymous :

They had only planned on raiding the facility. They hadn't expected it to be barren. Apart from a kid, chained and muzzled. With eyes of Lazarus water. Jason didn't intend on getting a kid out of the whole ordeal, but unlike Bruce, he is ready to kill to keep him safe. Word Count: 47,483

Mending a Family by Katelover98 :

Sequel to Creating a Family.

I decided to write this after getting such a good response on that fic. However, I wrote this new fic here instead of updating it in case anyone liked the open ending and didn't want more to spoil the way I left it. There won't be an overarching plot but a bunch of one-shots that show how Jason went from no family to a family that would kill and die for him.

This fic won't have a set schedule so I'll update when inspiration hits. That means one week I might update daily and other times it might take a while. It'll depend

Fair warning, I don't know much about Roy Harper, but I've done a bit of research so when he shows up, hopefully, he'll be well-written.

Word Count: 45,852

Visitant Lights by Shynnohwen for Cielle_Noire, AcesAndSpades72, foldingfacets :

After a run in with Vlad that left the entire Fenton family turned into little children and a subsequential kidnapping by what they think are ninjas the Fenton family escape to Gotham to lay low and figure out how to reverse their ages as Sam and Tucker help where they can, growing sense of dread as months goes by and they are no closer to fixing this. Danny, frustrated at lack of progress and tiny body, runs into the Red Hood while stealing his wheel to replace the one he broke. This results in Jason and the Pit Madness co-parenting, Dick mistaken for a stripper, Tucker unknowingly becoming Oracle's archnemesis, Sam believing the local coffee addict is a serial killer, Damian taking on an apprentice, various members of the Rogue Gallery becoming self-appointed uncles and aunts, Amity Park becoming a hellhole full of supernaturally powerful people trying to survive, Damian trying to get a certain Fenton adopted into his family, and Joker developing severe and crippling phasmophobia. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now has a TV Tropes! https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/VisitantLights Word Count : 82,890

[dxrksong]

Just a funny what if

The classic batfam being used to summon the ghost king scenario. Danny claws his way out of the circle and tries to intimidate everyone

Danny: WHO DARES-JOHNNY13?! Is THIS Where you've been this whole time?!

Jason: unfortunately.

Danny: wait, are you alive?!

Jason: unfortunately.

Danny: is that your family???

Jason: UNFORTUNATELY

[Later]

Jason: kid, wait up!

Danny: ?? What's up?

Jason: take me with you, PLEASE! I can't deal with their constant drama!!

Danny: John-JASON, I really don't think That's a good idea! With your family being overprotective as it is, your.....weird biology of being essentially a halfa ZOMBIE. I'm honestly concerned about what would happen if you went back into the zone.

Jason: kid please! There's hardly any ambient ectoplasm here that ISN'T tainted to high hell! Look, you can get a doctor or something if it'll make you feel better but I REALLY need to go back!!!!

Danny: *sighs* fine fine! I'll get frostbite. Just wait here for a little bit!

Jason: YES!!! THANK YOU KID!!! YOURE A LIFESAVER!!!!

Danny: uh huh, just don't die again. Oh, and btw, you might wanna start running now.

Jason: huh? Why?

The batfam, misunderstanding that entire conversation and gearing up to smother and protect Jason at all cost:

The Bike who drove itself home the moment Danny appeared because it knew Jason was gonna be fine:

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Frostbite isn't one for swearing

For one he's more than often surrounded by younglings and the other is to maintain the image of his tribe. For if he were to start swearing like a sailor, the rest of the yeti tribe will be sure to follow. And of course it'd be nearly impossible to reverse such a thing.

So when he met with the great one's distressed friend, all he could do was freeze as he desperately tried to pick his words VERY carefully.

What....

What the FUCK was he LOOKING at?!

This.....this poor thing is SERIOUSLY ILL!!

Oh-wait! The great one was saying something, he completely tuned him out!

FB: Great one, we MUST get him to the infirmary IMMEDIATELY!!

Danny: huh? Why? Is it really that bad- *Frostbite grabs Jason and runs back into the zone* -and wow he didn't even wait, this must be serious.

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Frostbite......has no words.....

This......shouldn't be possible....

And yet for some reason it is....

FB: You have a parasite.

Jason: huh?? Like a virus?

FB: yes.....Which shouldn't be possible.

Jason: what?? How? I'm technically alive right?

FB: yes, but that's not why. It's the parasite itself, that's the impossibility!

Danny: what do you mean?

FB: it appears the parasite is mimicking a central nervous and vein system out of ectoplasm not unlike what the Great one has, hence your reserection.

Jason: and that means???

FB: it essentially means you have a second core! But it appears unfinished. Though I am curious as to WHY it's using itself so diligently to keep you alive...

Danny: so what were to happen if we were to remove it?

Jason: ?!?!?!

FB: he would have to be put in an intensive care treatment immediately as the shock would no doubt threaten to stop his heart or rupture his core.

Jason, trying to keep himself calm: so there's no way to fix this?

FB: on the contrary, it appears your body might be trying to absorb it. Or more specifically the corrupted ectoplasm that came with it.

Jason: ok?! And??!

FB: well if we get rid of the corrupted ectoplasm, the parasite SHOULD be weakened enough to the point we can just take it out, simple as that.....in theory.

Jason growled, green coating his vision. Before getting a small electric shock in the neck

Jason: OW! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!

FB: it appears the parasite reacts to your emotions. If you get angry, it boosts your strength. Although unfortunately it seems to elevate your emotions as well, which seems to only confuse the parasite more till the threat is neutralized or out of sight.

Jason: so, what? It's sentient??

FB: it appears so, however it doesn't look to be very smart. Only reacting to emotions and the stress levels in your system. Kind of like a blob ghost with it's herd now that I think about it.

Jason: .......ARE YOU SAYING I'M BEING POSESSED BY A FUCKING BLOB GHOST?!?!?!

Danny:

Jason:

FB:

FB: well I'm NOT not saying that-

Danny had to drag Jason back home before he injured frostbite.

[xno-more-smilesx]

DP x DC Idea 2

So, i was watching some naruto edits on tiktok and one was about Karin, and that got me thinking, what if Danny can use his ectoplasm as a healing agent? and (with an angsty note) what if Vlad tries to take advantage of that?

Basically, ectoplasm its what ghost are made of, they use it to exist, to heal, to atack, etc, so if a ghost is inujred they would heal fasther in the zone or in high ambient ectoplasm places

-Cut cuz this got longer than i though, sorry for the yapping-

So, lets give it a bit of actual sense, lets say that Ectoplasms its naturally an ambient agent in areas where the veil is thiner or maybe theres more death energy (cementeries, mortuaries, hospitals, high murder rates places, etc) and Amity Park its a pretty thick with ectoplasm thanks to the portal, so ghost can absorb that ectoplasm the same way we do with sunlight and vitamin C.

Now, the Realms its made of ectoplams, Amity only has ectoplams, it also has other elements and such, so its not as pure as the realms and the healing wont be as fast as being close to the portal or in the zone, BUT, Ghost only have cores right? those are the ones that proceses the unfiltered ectoplasm outside the realms and its why it takes longer to absorb it and heal, but Danny is also human.

Humans have differents filters, we have our kidneys, our liver, tonsils, even our whole digestive system is its own filter and so are our lungs (respiratory system starts from our nose using our snot to filter big particles [and also warms the air], then bronchi, bronchioles to filter any bacteria and you can get smoke stuck in your alveoli bc of how thin and not solid it is).

So Danny naturally have several filters that after the accident could've adapted to the new body necesities and started filtering the ambient ectoplasm, helping with his health, acting as a healing factor and making the ectoplasm in his system pure.

And Vlad knows this, he may not be an ectologist the same way that the fentons are, he is not publishing research or showcasting his knowledge in ectology even tho he studied the same thing with them, he may be a narcisit but he aint stupid, he did his own research, his own experiments, he is still a scientist that loves to know stuff, and in that same though, he is still a narcisist and pretty much an asshole.

So even tho he does have the same benefits, it still can need time to function, even more if the wounds are deeper or bigger and if its caused by other entity ectoplasm, i could guess it being not from you it could be more harmful the be exposed to (like how blood and organs transfusion need to be compatible or the same type cuz it could kill u if not) so his body would need to first purge that and then start healing.

So he could bite Danny and get that sweet purified ectoplasm, as if he didnt look enoguh like a vampire already

But, isnt that also another entity plasm? well, yeah, but it could be a more broad concept, like, they are both halfas, that could be enoguh to make them compatible, Danny's esctoplasm also is pure somthing that other ghost dont have, it could also be that maybe theres different types of ectoplasm than can chaged based on the intention with it is used, like, if you want to shot an ecto-ray it would be combative.

I have a lil prompt based on this, but i'll write that on a reblog cuz this got too long and also is more of a context thing than part of the prompt

[nabtime]

Our Empty Graves II

Fandom: Danny Phantom / Batman: Under the Red Hood

Pairings: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead on Main)

Rating: Mature

Tags: batfamily, hazmat AU, Nobody Knows AU, Mute!Phantom, potential ghost king danny, slow burn?, DC means Disregard Canon, AU means AU nothing is exactly the same, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, more than canon typical violence, danny is a Halfa and also a Fetch, no beta we die like basically everyone

Summary: They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. They say that Hood calls him Fetch, sometimes Fetcher. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. That he's strong and fast and probably inhuman. The girls say he's sweet; quiet but charming in his own way. Rival gangs say he's vicious; that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

Jason just wants to help him.

Chapter 2: everything is blurry now (i don’t know where to go)

Chapter Summary: Danny has a very scary introduction to the Bat and a not so scary (somehow) introduction to Red Hood.

Chapter Notes: title from Trouble by Adam Jensen Links: AO3 // Chapter 1 // Chapter 3

Danny laid there, staying just long enough for his legs to heal and start walking again, before he heaved himself up from the gravestone. He mentally apologized to the soul of the guy whose grave he was disturbing before perching on top of the stone to rest again.

He could tell from the sky and the smell of the place alone that he wasn’t in Amity anymore. Wasn’t in the Ghost Zone anymore. Thankfully the place had enough ambient ectoplasm for him to absorb, else he’d have been stuck there to wallow in some random dude’s plot. Graveyards and Cemeteries tended to have a lot of ectoplasm hanging around, being a resting place for the dead, and were the most easily accessed to go to. But he could tell that this particular cemetery had more ectoplasm than it knew what to do with. The city he could see looming beyond its gates was also bursting with it, almost as much as Amity. And that place had a direct hole to the Realms forcibly torn into it.

Where the hell was he?

He had to weigh his options. Did he stay here? A stranger to the Shades that wandered these grounds? Potentially open to attack from any ghost that thought him an intruder? Or did he risk wandering the city to find out where he’d landed? If he stayed he could regain ectoplasm faster. If he left he could figure out what happened and prepare himself for the worst. Who knew how far from Illinois he’d landed. His mom could track him if he was still close enough.

The shakiness of his legs when he tried to put weight on them made the decision for him. He’d rest just a little bit longer.

He gathered his thoughts, fleeting as they were, and shook out the terror of being faced with his mom’s hatred. He needed to put the moment out of mind. Pack it in to a little tiny box in the very, very back reaches of his mind. He got away. She wouldn’t find him. He got away and, yeah, he was bleeding and hurt and so, so tired, but he was fine. Would be fine. Cemeteries were for souls to rest, and that’s what he would do. Even as he got dizzier and loopier with each ounce of blood that left his body.

He looked down and noticed the growing pool of ectoplasmic green-red blood leaking from his wounds and down into the loose dirt of the grave. Ah man, he really hoped that wouldn’t become a problem. He was in no mood to be fighting off zombie dudes resurrected from his own half-life juice. Was that even a thing that could happen? Knowing his luck it was. With how things had gone for him in the past- all of his life, the guy would wake up and immediately try to kill him and eat his brains. And be stronger than him. Like, it wouldn’t be the body of some STEM nerd that never threw a punch ever, but some jacked up professional boxer or something. Who also hated ghosts. And was immune to ecto-blasts, somehow. That’s the kind of guy he’d accidentally bring back to life, probably.

Jason P. Todd. The name seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place from where. Some celebrity? Maybe? Headstone didn’t seem all that fancy though, just neat and simple and plain. Maybe he had the same name as one? He thinks he’s heard Sam say it once or something- and he couldn’t think about that. About Sam. About how long it’d been since he’d talked to her or Tucker or even seen them. How long it’d been since he’d talked to anyone.

He wondered who this guy was. Who he used to be. The dates seemed pretty close. Pretty young. Fifteen. He was only a year older than when Danny had died. But he came back, however wrong, and this guy didn’t. This kid didn’t. He wondered, if given the choice, whether the kid would choose to come back or not. Did he have regrets? Unfinished business? Probably not considering there was absolutely no indication of a Shade around the grave. If he had regrets he would have lingered.

Well, at least that made the ectoplasm leaking into his grave less likely to resurrect him. Probably.

“Who are you?”

A gravely, deep voice spooked him into clumsily falling off the headstone in his bid to turn around towards it. And holy shit Batman, that was fucking Batman.

Gotham. Of course he’d landed in Gotham. Gotham would be the only damn place with this much ectoplasm just hanging around. And of course Batman had to just immediately find him trespassing. Honestly he would have preferred to take on the linebacker zombie.

“What are you doing on that grave?” he demanded. And there was just the smallest hint of anger, of anguish there that it made him want to bolt.

Because oh, Ancients, of course this guy had to be important. Or important to the Batman at least.

He raised his hands up in the universal sign for peace. At least he hoped it was universal because he sure as hell couldn’t just tell Batman ‘I come in peace’. No. He had to have damaged his throat so severely when he half died screaming that his ghost form either couldn’t speak at all or would destroy half the city if he tried.

He scrambled back, frantically trying to move away from the grave and Batman in the same move.

“I asked you a question,” he growled.

And fuck if the Bat didn’t sound pissed. Like Danny had offended him in the worst possible manner on purpose. What would even offend a man-bat-guy that badly? Shaking him awake from an upside down nap? Eating all the good fruit and or moths before he could have any? But, no, yeah, trespassing on the burial ground of someone that was maybe significant to him could do it. Ancients, why him.

Danny stopped for a moment to use his hands, abandoning his weird little crab walk scramble in order to try and placate the angriest furry he’d ever met. He shook his head and hovered his hands over his throat before making an x in the air. Maybe if he shook his head enough the Bat would get it.

“Why are you here?” he pressed, still heated, while moving forward with an ominous swish of his shadowy black cape. The Bat did not get it.

Okay. Okay. Plan B. He hadn’t even had a Plan A, but hell, he never worked well with plans in the first place so why should this be any different. He didn’t have enough energy to fly, but if he concentrated on using all his ectoplasm to turn invisible instead of healing… Well, he might bleed out before escaping but at least he might have a chance. Batsy sure wasn’t going to give him one.

And then he just- stopped being visible.

He still didn’t have enough juice to go intangible, unfortunately, but he’d have to just make do. At least his legs were sort of working, even if his right arm was still limp and broken and totally going to leave a trail of bright green glow-stick blood as he moved. Fucking fantastic.

He broke into a shambling run.

He heard the thick stomp of heavy boots take off behind him in pursuit. Slow, like he knew Danny couldn’t go far. Like he’s persistence hunting. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He keened, a high pitch sound that came from his core, involuntarily. Too panicked to really stop it. He made for the gates in a mad, jerking dash. The boots were getting closer and he heard the thin thwip of air that meant his unsteady gait just let him dodge a projectile. A Bat-a-rang, he thought hysterically. Batman just threw a Bat-a-rang at me. He’d always found it funny that Batman had the same naming sense as his dad of all people.

He made it to the gates, chest heaving in air he technically didn’t need. He keened again when the gates were too heavy for him to budge. They weren’t even locked! He shoved again, his strength faltering as he lost more and more blood. Batman was getting closer. This time he didn’t miss. Danny lurched against the cold metal when a sharp blade found its mark in his shoulder. The force of his stagger broke open the ornate gates and he fell over into the dirty sidewalk of the city streets.

If he could just dodge into an alley. Just gather enough ectoplasm to go intangible, even if just for a second. He might have a chance at losing the Bat long enough to heal more. All he needed was a moment.

He ran. He collapsed. He crawled.

The keening coming from his core was becoming a high-pitched background noise. Constant and shrill. It just kept going, reaching out and calling for help that wouldn’t come. No one could hear him. Anyone that could wouldn’t understand. If any of the ghosts he fought could hear his cries, they didn’t react. No one was responding. Any why would they? He was just a worthless little Fetch. One foot in the grave and the other with the living. Stranger to both sides and no place to belong in the middle. He was an abomination that should have never existed in the first place. Schrodinger's creepy, creepy little boy.

He made it an entire block, dirt and grime rubbing viciously into his open wounds- the fabric of the hazmat suit not having enough ectoplasm to stitch back together- before a heavy boot landed on his back and pushed him into the ground. He released his invisibility with a chocked whine.

“Answers,” Batman said simply, voice low but betraying no emotion. The boot pressed him down further, ribs creaking from the pressure. “Now.”

He’s running out of steam and fast. He wasn’t healing anymore, just getting worse. He had no idea what Batman might do to him if he let himself get captured. Beat the shit out of him even more? He seemed pretty angry. Leave him to die again in some back alley? But Batman’s known as the world’s greatest detective, he wouldn’t just let Danny go. No. He’d want to investigate. Want to dig as deep as he could into this new intruder to his city. He’d find out about the missing Amity Park and come to the truthful conclusion that it was Phantom’s fault. He’d find the Anti-Ecto Acts. Would he turn him over to the GIW or would he want to- look further into ecto-biology himself? From a direct specimen. Would Danny find himself on that cold, sterile metal table again?

He needed to get out of there.

He gathered his ectoplasm again, whatever he had left of it. Most of it was strewn across the streets and cemetery (and he can’t think about the trail that leaves, can’t think about how he could be found by the GIW, by his parents, by something worse). He felt the boot dig further into his back and then he rolled, going intangible under the Bat’s foot and landing in the gutter.

His ability flickered, bringing him back to solidity just long enough to get a swift kick in the ribs. He sputtered and coughed in a rasping hack that shook his entire body. He reached and reached and used as much energy as he could to go intangible just one more time, just long enough. He planned to sink further into the ground and hopefully hit a sewer system he can hide in when an ear-piercing bang rung out in the night and his powers flickered once again. If he’s not careful his core would retreat into itself to conserve energy, which would leave him human and impossibly vulnerable. He doesn’t want to ever know what the consequences of staying in Phantom form for the past few years would be for his human side. Would he just immediately die again? Fully this time?

Batman growled. “Red Hood,” he said, sounding like he was grinding his teeth. A new rogue Danny didn’t know about? Admittedly he’d stopped following the goings on in Gotham a long time ago.

“Get out,” a mechanized voice echoed into the empty street. “Or get shot.”

He could hear footsteps approaching, heavier and more about showing force than melting into shadow. The creak of leather accompanied it but Danny didn’t look to investigate. He was going to make himself small and think invisible thoughts. Maybe if he was quiet enough Batman would forget he was there.

Danny could hear the distinct sound of another Bat-a-rang sailing through the air before a second loud bang cut it off. He assumed Red Hood shot it from the sky. Because why the fuck not at this point. Yeah sure, just a new rogue popping up that can shoot accurately enough to take down a tiny Bat powered projectile, while Danny was trying his hardest not to die at the hands of the Bat himself by melting into the asphalt. Nothing new. Just a regular old Tuesday. If it even was Tuesday. He didn’t know anymore.

Batman, seeming more interested in beating up Red Hood rather than Danny, stalked toward the direction of the voice and- man, he really needed to move so he could see what was happening before whatever fight got him in the crossfire. Narrowly avoid Death By Bat just to get taken out by a flying chunk of concrete. Or bullet or whatever.

But he really didn’t want to move. He needed as much energy and ectoplasm as he could conserve and moving meant leaking more glow-stick juice. So no-go. If the concrete took him out it took him out.

All he could hear was shuffling and gun shots and other projectiles and growly Bat sounds. After a few moments of just listening he felt like he had enough energy to move. Best to get out of the line of fire. All he needed to do was crawl. And then he inched out of the gutter, making his way towards a nearby dumpster he could take cover behind.

And then another Bat-a-rang sunk into his thigh and his core screamed.

And then, so quickly he could barely comprehend what was happening, he was being picked up and thrown over a burly shoulder. All he could see was a blood-stained leather jacket and a nice ass. Okay. Okay, so Batman’s hot rogue picked him up and was running with him just lugged over his shoulder like a sack of flour. Well. Could be worse. Poor guy though, ectoplasm was a bitch of a stain to get out and Danny was losing blood all over the place.

He wasn’t really paying attention to what happened after that but he assumed they got away because in the next moment he was being tossed onto a ragged couch in some run down apartment and Batman was no where to be seen.

Red Hood, however, was now in full view.

And man, what a view. A body to do that ass justice. Maybe it was just the exhaustion and blood loss speaking but hot damn. Built like a shit-brickhouse, thicker than a bowl of oatmeal and just as tall. And the leather. Yeah sure the mask was a little creepy and the guy was covered in blood, but when was creepy ever gonna stop Danny from appreciating a fine physique. And he was just standing there like a finely-crafted statue, watching Danny blearily check him out.

Yeah, the blood loss was definitely getting to him.

“Alright,” Red Hood spoke, looming over him in all his glorious bulk, and pulled a gun from the strap on his sweet-jesusly thick thighs and pointed it at Danny’s head.

Ah, fun time was over then. No more lusting or coping with humor in order to distract himself from the reality of his situation. He was slowly dying- fully this time- on some dangerous dude’s gross couch. A mortal gun might not do much because of his ghostliness but it could still deal some damage when he didn’t have the energy to move or go intangible. This was a Gotham villain. The GIW would look tame in comparison to what a villain from Gotham could do.

“Just who the fuck are you?”

Maybe Red Hood was better at charades?

[lost-kingsmen]

((*places a large manila folder on the desk and opens it, spilling an unrealistic amount of paper to the floor* Okay, let's follow up on that last post by stream-of-conscious-talking about different types of ghosts in this potential crossover.))

I thought of this idea while talking with @doors-to-infinity a while back (heyoooo I thought too much about a throwaway line and now we're here). What happens if a ghost forms outside of the Infinite Realms?

So. Amity Park ghosts from the Infinite Realms need and are made of ectoplasm, according to what I remember from the show and what I'm slowly absorbing from my brushes with the Phandom. I don't remember many examples of DP ghosts that noticeably deviated from this, apart from some notable ones (Clockwork, the denizens of the Far Frozen, etc.) that I'm leaving in their own category, for now.

Meanwhile, ghosts in the Mystery Skulls universe so far haven't been shown involving anything quite like ectoplasm. They appear to have a lot of similar abilities, such as energy-like blasts, illusions, and (some degree of) shapeshifting, and the fandom seems to attribute most other ghost-like abilities to them, as well.

Those things don’t sound like they really reconcile, right?

Well we’re gonna make them.

BAM! It’s usually super rare for ghosts to form outside the Infinite Realms - when it does happen, these ghosts need to rapidly consume enough ectoplasm to stabilize themselves. But ectoplasm itself isn’t super common outside the Realms, so where do they get it?

Other ghosts.

They learn to seek out natural portals and hunt the ghosts that come through them in a bid to survive, and Realm ghosts quickly lean to fear the ‘Outsiders’ that seemingly guard these natural portals, making them less likely to travel through them, and thus starving out most of the non-Realm ghosts before they could stabilize.

But this is a world of ghosts, magic, and superheroes, so of course, eventually, that status quo has to shift.

Whether it be natural or unnatural magical shenanigans, something changes in Texas to make it easier for non-Realm ghosts to survive. Maybe it was the Fae Court that immigrated from the UK and founded Sigil City, or maybe there was a cult that opened a door too wide to close? Either way, ‘Outsiders’ suddenly have enough ambient energy in the area to siphon off and stabilize.

Slowly, they adapt to require as little ectoplasm as possible - like desert animals adapt to function on what little water they can get. Some (like Dulce and Callahan) end up with enough excess to support a sizeable number of other, smaller spirits, while others ( like Gawain, Lewis, or Brushfire) only support a small number. They no longer need to hunt other ghosts, and come back to their humanity now that they aren’t constantly in survival mode.

Most Realm ghosts, however, have been staying far away from natural portals, frightened away by legends of ferocious beasts that eat ghosts.

When the Fenton Portal punches a stable hole between the worlds, it’s the younger ghosts who go through first, unimpressed by tales of monsters they’ve never seen. When all the younger ghosts claim to have met are humans and a ghost like them, more come through, emboldened by the seeming lack of true danger.

Then one day, years after the portal was opened and stabilized, Danny makes an off-hand remark to Frostbite about ‘being like his parents’ because he met some ghosts in Texas who don’t need ectoplasm and immediately took down a bunch of notes, like the scientist his parents always wanted him to be.

Frostbite, horrified: “You met ghosts…who don’t have ectoplasm?”

Danny, blissfully unaware: “Well, they HAVE ectoplasm, just not a LOT of it.”

Frostbite, curiosity slowly winning out: “And they didn’t try to consume you?”

Danny, confused: “No?? One of them offered me tea and another let me play with his ghost dogs. They were pretty friendly, all things considered.”

Frostbite:

Frostbite, slowly raising his own notebook and quill: “Tell me more.”

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

If you find a vigilante in the dumpster

by lunamugetsu

The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster. / / It was a normal night of patrol for Jason. Beating up a bunch of criminals. Shooting them with bullets (they're rubber bullets Bruce! Calm down!) Get stabbed by them. Pass out from blood loss in the place he was taking refuge in Wake up in an apartment, his wounds bandaged and all. And to a black haired blue eyed kid staring at him. "I found you in the garbage!"

Words: 3214, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Ghost family of Gotham

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Batman (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Vlad Masters, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU)

Relationships: Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Kid Danny Fenton, de aged Danny, Found Family, Family Fluff, found family fluff, rating is for Jason's swearing, and torture scenes, Implied/Referenced Torture, no beta we die like robin, no robins were harmed in the making of this fic, Danny was harmed in the making of this fic, Awesome Jazz Fenton, Protective Jason Todd, Jason todd giving off big dad vibes, Good Vlad Masters, Will Be Explained Later, Danny Fenton Loves Space, Hurt Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Jazz Fenton Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, They all need hugs, And they get hugs, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Eldritch Danny Fenton, which would also be explained

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/45233827

[kaidatheghostdragon]

This gives me so many thoughts, especialy from the other reblogs.

If its mimicry, that implies that other strong ghosts also have blob mimics. Danny is freaking out about this weird blob, takes it to frostbite, who just congratulates danny for achieving a perfectly normal milestone for a ghost - being strong enough to be mimicked by a blob.

Then danny freaks out about how this is definitely not a good thing, he absolutely cannot have blobs wandering amity. Angst potential of bad fenton parents, could you imagine how dissecting a blob mimicking phantom would reinforce their theories, or how awful it would be for danny himself to witness it? Conversely, humor potential with good fenton parents who insist on collecting every phantom-mimic they encounter until theres an army of them living in fentonworks.

I propose a functional pathway that causes this to happen: ghosts are made out of ectoplasm, and common headcanon that ectoplasm is made of and 'programmed' by emotions. The stronger the ghost, the stronger the imprint they leave on the surrounding ambient, 'claiming' the area as their haunt/lair/etc. 'Patrolling' the territory also helps reinforce this.

Danny regularly patrols amity, and semi-regularly visits allies in the zone. If we think of 'claimed ecto' like a lingering smell, amity park and the fenton portal are drenched in phantom's, as well as decently-upkept paths from the fenton portal to each of danny's allies.

Enter the blobs, who have no strong self-identity and probably very limited intelligence. Perhaps there isnt even any intelligence at all and theyre literally just amorphic blobs of goo. They come across the programmed ambient ecto of a stronger ghost and, if its strong enough, it causes a cascade change over the blob, imparting the traces of lingering programming onto it. This isnt just visual - the ghost's actual ectosignature is involved, and the blob will mimic it the best it can from the ambient sample it just absorbed. This is good for the blob, as other ghosts will struggle to differentiate the blob from the original ghost. It wouldnt be successful mimicry otherwise.

With this function, we can infer a few things. First, lets assume that the blobs are sapient enough to have a self-preservation instinct. They dont even have to start out with this as it could come prepackaged with the programming they absorbed. Once a blob has encountered an ambient ecto-signature strong enough to change them, they are incentivized to remain within the territory of the signature they are now mimicking. That incentivization is further strengthened by the 'programming' left behind by the other ghost, especially if we're headcononing that ghosts are naturally territorial. The blob's presence is also beneficial to the host ghost because the blob's wandering about the territory also helps maintain the ecto-signature in the ambient ecto, making the host appear much more present and vigilant in their territory from the perspective of an outside ghost wandering in.

Now lets add that wandering ghost, who may have entered the territory for a number of reasons, from just traveling through to making a deliberate challenge for territory. If the wandering ghost is stronger than the host ghost, they have a chance at turning the blob. There will probably be some resistance no matter what, as the self-preservation programming of the ecto will create some degree of resistance to outside influences. But ultimately, we've created a scenario where blobs naturally congregate in the territories of the strongest ghosts over time.

In order to create a stable ecosystem of blob migration, there needs to be contrary forces countering this instinct. Id imagine a lot of smaller things add up:

1. Blobs naturally wander, even with instinct keeping them in the mimicked territory, sometimes they still get lost.

2. Outside forces of random chance and environment disorient and knock the blob out of a territory

3. While blobs resist changing while in a mimicked territory, when outside any territory, its best to lose that mimic as fast as possible, as entering a new territory with the old signature can be misinterpreted as aggressive behavior of the mimicked ghost and attract danger to the blob (especially if the defending ghost is the 'attack first, investigate later' type, which is generally more common for weaker ghosts that depend on an element of surprise to punch above their weight class)

4. Ghosts can deliberately abduct blobs from the borders of other territories, bring them home, and induce them to turn for the reasons stated above. Stealing from larger territories with higher populations of blobs is easier than stealing the singular micro-managed blob of a weaker ghost, creating a counterbalance to the strongest and largest territories that scales with them.

5. Blobs can be given and gifted to allies as a point of culture, something akin to the cat distribution system. Stronger ghosts can 'bless' weaker ghosts with a boon of several blobs, for example. Neighbors can trade blobs with developed behaviors that clash with the way they run their territory but would work better for their neighbor. (Ie, the more wandery blob goes to the neighbor with a more enclosed territory, and the more aggressive blob goes to the neighbor with fewer natural boundaries and higher risk of aggressive claims against them.)

Okay thats pretty much all the thoughts i have about this. I just really love this idea.

[Image ID: A very confused, and slightly horrified looking Danny Phantom holds the Little Baby Man version of himself that is hugging his hand and purring. /. End ID]

So here's a fun thought: Consider a situation in which LBM is NOT, in fact, a tiny Danny, but a mimic blob ghost that has adopted his image as a form of Batesian self defense. Then imagine Danny's reaction to seeing some fucked up little uncanny valley cat version of himself with zero warning or context.

Per Wikipedia: "Batesian mimicry is a form of mimicry where a harmless species has evolved to imitate the warning signals of a harmful species directed at a predator of them both."

[minty-bunni]

AU where Danny does have nerve and/or brain damage from the accident, but the effects vary depending on his access to ectoplasm.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

If you find a vigilante in the dumpster

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7QfoFXt

by lunamugetsu

The plan was simple, Jazz and her now de aged brother would go lay low in Gotham, act as a mother-son duo. Wait as Danny heals up by absorbing the ambient ectoplasm leaking from the city and Vlad gives the green light that he has a safe place they could stay. Plus with the blessing from the Ghost of Gotham and knowing that even the GIW wouldn't dare to encroach on Batman's territory, it was a pretty safe plan. That was until a certain vigilante just keeps on finding himself in their dumpster. / / It was a normal night of patrol for Jason. Beating up a bunch of criminals. Shooting them with bullets (they're rubber bullets Bruce! Calm down!) Get stabbed by them. Pass out from blood loss in the place he was taking refuge in Wake up in an apartment, his wounds bandaged and all. And to a black haired blue eyed kid staring at him. "I found you in the garbage!"

Words: 3214, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Ghost family of Gotham

Fandoms: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU, Batman (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Gen

Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Vlad Masters, Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas, Titus | Damian Wayne's Dog, Alfred Pennyworth, Alfred the Cat (DCU)

Relationships: Jazz Fenton/Jason Todd

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Kid Danny Fenton, de aged Danny, Found Family, Family Fluff, found family fluff, rating is for Jason's swearing, and torture scenes, Implied/Referenced Torture, no beta we die like robin, no robins were harmed in the making of this fic, Danny was harmed in the making of this fic, Awesome Jazz Fenton, Protective Jason Todd, Jason todd giving off big dad vibes, Good Vlad Masters, Will Be Explained Later, Danny Fenton Loves Space, Hurt Danny Fenton, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Jazz Fenton Needs A Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, They all need hugs, And they get hugs, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Eldritch Danny Fenton, which would also be explained

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/7QfoFXt

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DP Head canon/Prompt #1

In the show, ghosts are portrayed as beings made out of a substance colloquially known as ‘ectoplasm’. With the rumble-tumble half-assed science we’re given in the actually show, this is left relatively unexplored. We know, colloquially, that that ghosts have certain ‘cores’ that are essentially center of their being and have some determination factor in the abilities presented per ghost.

Not a bad foundation, so of course I had to add something to it.

What if, in typical circumstances, ghosts can take several years to fully form. Take Vlad for instance, it is referenced multiple times in the show that he took a decade to finally roll over into the halfa life. For a moment consider enzymes. Enzymes, as catalysts, work by lowering the activation energy needed for a reaction in certain circumstances. 

Living people would act as the substrate (what the enzyme catalyzes for the non-science peeps), and ectoplasm would act as the enzyme. The less ectoplasm, the less likely, weaker, and slower a ghost is to form. The more ectoplasm, the more likely, stronger, and faster a ghost is to form. 

Of course, this is ignoring the cause of death and emotions during the occurrence of said death, but hey, I’ll save that for a different head canon. 

Basically, the thought I had was that when death occurs and all the right circumstances have been met, that is when a ghost core forms. The core will default into a state of intangibility and invisibility, and follow the unseen ley lines of liminal space back to the Ghost Zone. Form there, the core would spend years just kind of vibing, absorbing the ambient ectoplasm of the zone until it reaches some predetermined threshold.

(Halfa’s, since there liminal, rely on the ambient ectoplasm of liminal space during their formation)

Thus Danny’s formation would be kind of confusing for everyone. I have this idea in mind that most ghosts would view the zone as some sort of mother goddess or unfathomable being deserving of the utmost respect. 

Like it’s standard practice to appreciate the realm for basically treating ghost cores like the first born child of new parents who have gone to all the parenting classes and read all the ‘how to not kill your child in the first ten years’ books. Heck, even Pariah had lines he didn’t cross when it came to disrespecting the zone.

Compared to Danny who basically had so much ectoplasm blasted at him in such a short period of time he instantly became a ghost. 

(Think less of the panicked, loving care of a new parent, and more so one of those ‘I just thought I was fat till this baby slipped out of me.)

Consider Phantom to just be a really, really premature baby ghost. 

I think this would be a really fun way to explain why Danny has such trouble with his ghost powers at first. Like how a lot of premature babies have trouble with lung development, his core had a harder time stabilizing and meeting the threshold for how much ectoplasm he needed. 

I think this could also explain why Danny has a lack of knowledge in most things ghost related. While all the other ghosts where safe in the zone being spoon fed knowledge by an eldritch goddess, Danny just kind of existed and was then expected to adapt to violence being his only interaction with other ghosts. 

I just feel like this would set up such great interactions with other DP characters. 

Like maybe one day Ember floats up to Phantom and is like, “Hey babypop! You coming to the Summer Solstice Festival in the zone tomorrow? I’m playing.”

And Danny just looks up from where he’d just punted Skulker into the ground with distrustful eyes and stiff posture. He’s just kind of confused by the random invitation and more than a little wary. If this festival is anything like Ember’s last festival, well... he wasn’t sure he wanted to attend. Naturally, Danny’s curiosity would take over and he’d question Ember with a stupid one liner.

Ember, of course, would be like ‘oh haha, what’s the SSF you’re so funny’ and then she’d realize Danny wasn’t kidding. Obviously, she would be shocked because Ember’s was fairly sure ghosts new about the festival whether they wanted to or not.

“Jeez, Babypop, you really are a baby.”

“Am not! I’m nearly fifteen!”

“Not what I meant, dipstick. When did you become a ghost?”

“Almost a year now, why?”

“She means when did your core form, welp.”

“A year ago. What do you want?”

It is then that both Skulker and Ember realize they’ve been fighting a literal fetus. 

[camels-pen]

Dietary Needs

Ectoberhaunt day 10 - Harvest & Hunger

Summary:

Clockwork calls Danny to their lair for breakfast and explains a little bit about ghost biology.

It doesn't go completely to plan.

warning: ghost hunger (no real depiction, just mentioned in a joke)

Ao3 Link

“Cloooockwooooork,” Danny groaned as he pushed through the doors to the mirror room. “Why did you call me at seven in the morning? I have school in, like, an hour.” 

“I made you breakfast.” Spread out on the coffee table were trays of gingersnaps, snickerdoodles, shortbread, gingerbread, jelly sandwich, and chocolate chip cookies, all with little glowing green flecks inside them. The little blob ghost that frequented Clockwork’s lair—Blobbert as Danny so affectionately named him—was setting down a tray of differently shaped sugar cookies while wearing the little red bow tie Danny bought for him.

Danny scratched the blob’s head as he passed and Blobbert gave a small purr, nuzzling up into his hand for a few moments before floating out of the room. Danny pouted at the little guy leaving and looked back at the table as Clockwork set down another tray of shortbread cookies, these ones in the shape of blob ghosts with different coloured icing on top to make them look like Blobbert with his little red bow tie.

The cookies looked mouth wateringly good, but internally Danny sighed. He’d probably eat all eight trays and still be hungry later, thanks to his newfound and annoyingly constant hunger pains. 

He sat down on the couch next to Clockwork as they poured them both tea and started shoving cookies in his mouth. After eating silently for a while, he said, “Thanks Clockwork, but uh, what’s the occasion?”

“I wanted to make sure you ate until you were full as well as give you a short lesson on ghost biology.”

Danny slumped back against the couch. “Sorry, but I don’t think that first one’s gonna happen. Nowadays, I’m pretty much hungry all the time no matter how much I—” Danny paused. The constant pulsing pain and mournful noises his stomach had been making for what felt like weeks now were… gone.  “Holy shit, I’m not hungry anymore.”

Clockwork smiled. “To be more specific, your ghost half isn’t hungry anymore.”

“What?”

“Ghosts need to absorb a certain level of ectoplasm in order to stay healthy. It varies based on how frequently each ghost uses their powers and how strong they are.” Clockwork took a sip of tea. “Since you recently defeated the former ghost king and took his place, you’ve had quite a bit of a boost in strength. Your previous intake of ectoplasm wasn’t enough anymore. Thus,” Clockwork gestured to the cookies.

Danny blinked, coming back to the present. “If all I needed was food with ectoplasm in it, shouldn’t my parents’ cooking have been enough?”

“Well, to an extent it would help, however those meals are ectoplasm infected food, rather than ectoplasm rich food.” Clockwork hummed. “The closest comparison would be that ecto-infected food is more like junk food while ecto-rich food is like eating your vegetables. While you could live off of ecto-infected food alone, it would cause a myriad of mental and core health problems. For you, it would also affect your physical well-being and expected life span.”

Danny furrowed his brows, vaguely remembering a lesson about nutrition from health class. “If ecto-rich food is like healthy food, why did you make cookies? Wouldn’t that, like, cancel out or outweigh the health benefits?”

“With your unique biology, I’m not sure, but currently my only goal is to keep you well fed.” They added in a mumble, “I’m also not the best at making much else.”

Danny hummed. “How do you make ecto-rich food anyway?”

“Well, others may refine ambient ectoplasm into a purified liquid form, but I however prefer to use a more… direct source of enrichment.” They picked up a decorated shortbread cookie. “And blob ghosts make for excellent livestock.” They took a bite out of it.

Danny’s face drained of colour and he spat out the food in his mouth. Grief flooded his entire body as he looked at the trays of cookies. A wave of nausea tore through him and tears formed a lump in his throat. “Blobbert,” he whispered mournfully. He dragged his gaze up to Clockwork, pure rage starting to push back the grief as he yelled, “How could you?!”

He heard a questioning chirp to his left.

Danny snapped his head to the side and as soon as he noticed the little blob, he cuddled him to his chest. “Blobbert, thank the Ancients you’re okay,” he sobbed. The blob chirped again, but he just continued to hold him and sob.

Danny didn’t turn to see their face, but he heard the genuine remorse in Clockwork’s voice when they spoke. “I’m sorry, Daniel, it was a joke. I didn’t think you would react this way.”

He turned slightly and glared at them. “Why would you say that, if you knew I wouldn’t take it well?”

“Contrary to your belief, I don’t constantly look at possible futures. Sometimes, I simply want to exist in the present.” They moved closer to him and laid a hand on his cheek, rubbing it softly with their thumb. “That goes especially for time spent with you.”

Danny felt his cheeks and ears burn. He averted his eyes, but still leaned into the caring touch. A different kind of lump was building in his throat now.

“So if I asked you not to make jokes about Blobbert getting hurt or Ending, would you?” His parents wouldn’t—didn’t; they still make jokes about dying dogs and cats despite his pleas, saying he’d get over it eventually. Danny didn’t really expect Clockwork to say much different. 

“Of course, I would. And I will.” They held an arm out to Danny, but didn’t move any closer or attempt to touch him. Danny had to blink back tears. His parents never gave him the option to refuse physical affection, especially not when he was overwhelmed. 

Danny leaned into Clockwork’s side and they wrapped their arm and cloak around him. Blobbert nuzzled further into his chest and started to purr like a little motor engine.

“Thanks, Grandpa,” he said with a sniffle. Then, something Clockwork mentioned earlier gave him a realization, “Wait, am I the new ghost king?”

[thesoulspulse]

For those of you who’ve been reading my fanfic “Ghost in The Machine” which is about my Danny Program AU, I’m finally starting to get into the first stages of Vlad building Daniel a temporary android body to incorporate his original program and protect it along with his developing ghost core. In the most recent chapter, Vlad repurposed the remaining nanobots from the episode “Secret Weapons” to help Daniel use his energy more effectively so it won’t tire him out nearly as much when he has to focus on turning tangible for any length of time.

“...at any rate, while the nanobots new functions are a bit more complex, the main goal was to make it easier to monitor his vitals and brain waves so I would be alerted to any future abnormalities. Secondly, I added a sort of anti-virus to help protect him against damage to his core data from unstable or incompatible ecto-energy. And finally, since we learned that Daniel can self-generate electricity as a power source in place of a natural ecto-energy one, the last one would act as a booster and a stimulant to help him get used to drawing in both types of ambient energy from now on.”

Basically what this means is since Daniel was originally a hologram, aka a computer simulation he self-generates his own electric energy to substitute a natural source of ectoplasmic energy like other ghosts. That’s why it’s so hard for him to use even the most basic ghost powers that require a lot more energy, such as constantly maintaining a physical form...

So to get Daniel used to absorbing and using both types of energy in even amounts, the new nanobots have a similar function to the ecto-converter which will use the ectoenergy boosters Vlad’s going to start giving him regularly to jump start his ghost core.  That way, the nanobots will help reduce the effort it takes for Daniel to use his ghost powers so that he can start strengthening and developing them, and his ability to generate his own electricity will replace the rod here.

Now all Vlad needs is a vessel for him, aka a body for Daniel to control directly.

Story: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13995769/1/Ghost-In-The-Machine

Ecto-Skeleton: https://dannyphantom.fandom.com/wiki/Ecto-Skeleton

Ecto-Converter: https://dannyphantom.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_Fenton_Works_gadgets#Ecto-Converter

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Danny Phantom Head Canons Part 3

This is part 3 of my Danny Phantom head canons!  I hope you enjoy! ^^

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

41. The ghosts call earth the Human Zone.

42. Ember and Kitty are best friends and often hang out together in the human world, going to a coffee shop or just to the park when they want to get away from the boys.  

43. All ghosts can eat if they want, but normal ghosts don’t need to eat anything at all, but if they are really drained of energy they can get a little boost from eating food.  

44. Ghosts absorb the ambient ectoplasm in the ghost zone, and if they are in the Human Zone they need to stick around an ectoplasm or portal rich area to keep their form intact for long periods of time.  But if they are far away from ectoplasm they will start to fade and become less powerful until they get back to the Ghost Zone.

45. Ghosts that have haunts in the human zone that are in low ectoplasm rich areas and can’t get back to the Ghost Zone will become really faded and almost transparent, able to do less and less stuff as time goes on.  That would explain the original ghost sightings of ghosts that would sometimes roam through houses floating and saying nothing while fading out of visibility.  Danny can sometimes catch these ghosts and bring them back to the Ghost Zone to recharge their core and get a more stable form.

46. Danny’s claws can wrip holes into the ghost zone, similar to Wulf.  But it does take a lot out of him when he does that.  

47. Danny has started to make ice Daggers using his core, he is learning from Kitty and she likes to show him the tips and tricks for knife fighting.  He has gotten a great hand on it.  And sometimes uses it to threaten people by holding it to their necks, which is something Kitty taught him.  But if he is low on time he will just create a sharp icicle to throw at someone, often landing above their head.

48. Princess Dorathea has much more control over her dragon form than someone else who would use the pendant as she has had way more practice with it.  She can have a conversation in her dragon form with someone and choose her decisions clearly.  But when she is in her dragon form she is also much more defensive and territorial.  She can also transform back into her core form at will if she is calm enough.

49. Sam often goes into the Ghost Zone to hang out with Princess Dora at her kingdom, they have become close friends and Dora refers to her as Lady Sam.  

50. Sam has been trying to get Dora to go goth, but the princess prefers her normal clothing, but she is willing to try time and again.  

51. After clockwork saved Danny and changed the timeline is is now tasked to being Danny’s guardian and is now incharge of his actions, if Danny does something wrong, either Clockwork gets in trouble or he has to destroy Danny.  Witch he always finds a way around. ;)

52. Youngblood’s guardian is his parrot Cyberious, he will always be around young blood and is tasked with taking care of him, even if he is less powerful than the young ghost. He is a great mentor.

53. Cujo and Pandora’s dog Cerberous play sometimes, even if Cerberus is much bigger.  When the three headed dog gets annoyed by Cujo's playing he will hold up Cujo in his puppy form and bring him back to Danny before going back to Pandora’s palace.

54. Danny as well as most of the other frequently seen ghosts were invited to Box Lunch’s baby shower.  There were no fights during the party. 

55. Box lunch and Youngblood play a lot, but Box lunch gets jealous of the fact that young blood gets to go to the human zone often.  When she can only go with her parents.  Danny often explains to her that Youngblood is technically 30 years older than her and she is only 4 months old, even if they look the same age.

56. Danny often likes to sit on Skulker’s shoulder just to annoy him, Skulker always threatens to kill Danny when he does that but never really does anything.

57. On Danny’s death day, Skulker gave him a hand crafted ecto dagger telling him that it would be unfair of him to fight an unarmed opponent, to which Phantom replied that he could beat him with one hand behind his back.  Skulker didn't say anything and flew away. Danny always keeps the Dagger on him.

58. Danny has a fear of electricity because of the way he died, and Technus is very careful to never use an electricity blast on Phantom, only ever energy beams or other weapons.  As he respects Phantom’s fear of his death, that all ghosts have.

59. To bug Sam, every time they see Aragon or mention him they always say, hey look Sam, it's your ex finance.

60. Sam likes to kick the boys in the shins with her steel toe boots when they are being especially annoying.  But Danny is in his phantom form, he will change his legs into a tail and say, you can kick me in the shin’s if I don't have any.  And in retaliation she will always kick tucker twice.

This was part 3 of some of my DP head cannons.  Please tell me if you want to see more, and what you thought of them. <3

And also, what are some of your own Danny phantom head canons?  I would love to hear about them!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4.

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Not sure why Danny wouldn't notice Damian being human shaped/sized if wraths are supposed to be so small.

Ooh, what if this is Giant Ghost King/Ghost Speach and emphathic core communication AU?

Danny decides to end this cycle of Wraith Wrangling, as he likes to call it, in the human city of Gotham. It had the highest concentration of Wraith Spirits, Shades, and Blob Ghosts he'd felt on this side of the Infinite Realms in ages, making it easier to pick up the stragglers from elsewhere first and using the naturally higher concentrations of ectoplasm in Gotham to open a large portal to the Infinite Realms without taxing his reserves of energy, already spread thin from the constant travel and portal creation all around the world.

Wraith Wrangling was a Kingly Duty that needed to be seen to every 50 to 100 years or so, depending on what had happened in the human world that might affect the creation of ghosts and whether the currents of ectoplasm that flowed between Realms had shifted recently.

Those souls created without the power to find and traverse the scarce rifts between worlds needed a guide to the Infinite Realms so they didn't end up stuck indefinitly, unable to wander far from the place of their death. However, the sheer amount of energy required made it all but impossible for anyone not directly hooked into the power of the Realms via the Throne to do so successfully.

It had been a busy time right after he'd been crowned King, as much of the running of the Infinite Realms had ground to a halt when the previous king, Pariah Dark, was locked away, including the guiding of new souls.

It was a little ironic, really, Danny mused as he approached Gotham with a small entourage of spirits. If the new souls hadn't been left to their fate of wandering the human world or Fading, increasing the ambient ectoplasm levels in the human world in a near constant trickle, there wouldn't have been enough ectoplasm for his parent's ghost portal to draw on in order to punch through into the Infinite Realms in the first place.

It was much harder nowadays to cross the Realms or open ghost portals in the human world as the ambient ectoplasm dropped back to pre-Pariah Dark levels after the mass exodus of spirits to the Realms and the start of regularly scheduled guiding trips.

Hitting the city limits, Danny let his energy surge out, a command for attention ringing from his core to echo through the city, a call for all ectoplasmic beings to gather to him as he started a slow spiral through the city towards a bend of the ectoplasm current that just barely breached into Gotham from the Realms. It would take some time to gather everyone together. The weaker ghosts would first need to absorb some of the energy Danny had sent out with his Call before being able to make the journey to him, though once close enough Danny could basically pull them along with him as he went, with the ghosts both feeding on and riding in the eddies of ectoplasm generated from him as he moved.

The Shades would be first, they had the most cognitive awareness and were most like what humans thought of as ghosts: intelligent beings capable of ghost speech who still had memories of their life and a strong enough personality to imprint the ambient ectoplasm around them with their consciousness after death. They would also be the least in number; as most of them had enough energy and drive to find and use the rifts into the Infinite Realms in the time between guiding trips.

In contrast, wraiths were more of a snapshot of a person at the time of their death. Less conscious as a whole, mostly using their core to communicate thoughts and feelings and with almost no memories of their human life they were driven almost completely by instinct and their obsessions, usually preferring to group together and haunt where there was enough ectoplasm to help sustain them. As such, they made up the bulk of each trip, hence the Wraith Wrangling name, and would take longer to make it to him.

Blob ghosts were never actually alive; forming directly from ectoplasm when enough of it pooled together. They were the Infinite Realms' answer to most flora and fauna, a prey species that schooled together like fish, incapable of ghost speech and entirely dependent on the empathic vibrations of their cores to communicate between themselves. Most of them were consumed by other ghosts during the trips, but it was always better to bring any left back where they would be able to feed on the abundant ectoplasm and join the large schools of blob ghosts that migrated through the Realms.

Drifting along, invisible and intangible, Danny yawned, flashing a set of large fangs. It would be nice to finally finish this last trip and head back to the Realms. It was always fun to take a peek at what had changed since his last trip through the human world, but he was looking forward to being done and spending some time telling his Fright about all the interesting things he'd seen while he'd been gone.

Bruce was not having a good time. Most of the Justice League was scattered around the world, investigating a series of energy surges while he coordinated from the Watchtower, leaving Red Robin and Robin to hold the fort in Gotham while Nightwing and Red Hood investigated a possible lead with the League of Assassins, as the energy spikes most closely resembled radiation from the Lazarus Pits when analyzed.

Whatever the anomaly was, it was jamming technology in the area during the energy spike, making almost all forms of remote scanning impossible before disappearing and showing up again sometimes hundreds of miles from the previous site. It was frustrating and concerning. Superman was off world on a mission right now, and there was no one fast enough to travel between sites once the Watchtower scanners picked up on it. So far there had been no luck in actually locating the cause of the energy spikes before it disappeared.

An incoming message from Red Robin came through the comm unit and Bruce quickly accepted it, "Red Robin, anything to report?"

Static crackled through the connection, instantly putting Bruce on edge. There shouldn't be any problems with the connection between the Batcave and the Watchtower, had something happened in Gotham?

"B, we're ---- energ-- readings. Match--- anomaly profi--. Robi-- nd I are on rou--- investiga--."

It seemed the energy anomaly had appeared in Gotham, with only Robin and Red Robin on hand to immediately begin investigating before it disappeared again. "Copy, Red Robin. Be careful and keep your distance; the signal jammer is interfering with our communicators. I'll have backup sent your way as soon as possible."

"--py, Batm--. We'l--- carefu--. Re-- bin ou-"

Bruce immediately began contacting other JL members. Whatever was jamming the signal was getting worse, probably the closer they got to the anomaly, though it wasn't yet showing on the Watchtower scanners. Hopefully Robin and Red Robin would be fine until backup arrived. Nothing beyond the energy spikes themselves and the temporary technological issues had been recorded in any of the previous locations. No reports of missing persons, injuries, or property damage, a few isolated reports of 'feelings of dread', but that could be simple human paranoia in response to the unknown.

In any case, hopefully they would have some answers shortly.

Damian scowled as he grappled onto a rooftop. He and Red Robin had split up slightly while they attempted to triangulate the energy anomaly. It was annoying to always check that he was still within visual range due to a lack of working communicators, but he could feel, somehow, that he was going in the right direction. Drake insisted on trying to use his scanners to get as much information as possible before moving on, which made progress slow as the scanning equipment glitched repeatedly.

It had been Damian that had felt something wash over him earlier in the evening. Almost immediately after, Drake had alerted him to the strange readings he'd picked up across the city on the Bat Computer, contacting Bruce at the Watchtower before they'd suited up and headed out.

Quickly growing frustrated at the glacial pace when it felt like there was an insistent tugging in his chest to move, Damian made his way over to Drake. "While you attempt to get more scanner readings, I will scout ahead and see if I can find the source."

Drake turned to Damian with a frown. "Alright, but don't get too far away, comms are completely down for now and I'm having trouble picking up a definite direction on the scanner."

Damian gave a short nod and turned away, quickly grappling in the direction he felt almost compelled to move in. He was getting close, the hunting instincts ingrained from his assassin training flared and he bared his teeth. He would find whatever this was and drag the answers he wanted from it

It had been many years since Danny became the ghost king, the embodiment of the balance between Life and Death, the Living World and the Infinite Realms, and he's only gotten stronger with every year, with every victory over those who would challenge his authority or try and take the Throne to the Realms for themselves.

It was... interesting, to find that strength translated over to his ghost form as size. He'd known he would be in for some growth, his dad's size and Dan's sheer mass had hinted at it, but becoming King and being connected to the entirety of the Infinite Realms had been more than he had bargained for at the time.

Danny had condensed himself down for this trip, as anything larger than small-building-sized was just too large and unwieldy in the human world, unless he was in space.

The Shades, Wraiths, and blobs floated in a thick cloud around him. They had arrived at the ectoplasm current, and Danny could feel the last of the ghosts arriving, his core sending out a constant thrum of /peace/safety/belonging/comehere/ to keep everyone calm as they waited.

There was a niggling sense of something at the edge of Danny's awareness though. It had been there for the last bit of the way through the city, a faint and almost distorted response to the Call he was sending out.

It felt like a Wraith, a weak one that was not grouping up properly with the rest of them. Was it hurt? Had something happened to it? He gathered the energy needed to open a portal large enough to accommodate both himself and the large number of ghosts he had with him as he strengthened the Call, /Peace/Safety/Belonging/COMEHERE/, trying to get the little Wraith to come.

When that only brought the little Wraith a bit closer Danny became very worried. His authority as King should have brought it flying in with the last of the stragglers. It must be very hurt if it couldn't even fly the rest of the way here. He'd have to make sure and take it to see Frostbite once they got back to the Realms.

Locating the little Wraith on a nearby roof, Danny smiled. It was a colorful little thing, red, green, and yellow with bright white eyes. He'd have to be tangible to carry it through the portal if it couldn't make it. Which meant this was going to be a very flashy trip home, with him going visible at the last minute to go through the portal so the poor humans still going around at night didn't run into him on accident while he was tangible and hurt themselves. Good thing this was going to be the last trip, he'd just have to make it quick.

Tim cursed as the scanner squealed shrilly before glitching again. That jump in energy output was consistent with readings from the Watchtower scanners when they picked up the anomaly just before it stopped and reappeared at a different location. If they were going to get any information on what this was, it would have to be now or never.

Looking around, he quickly spotted Robin on a roof not too far from him, his attention seemingly fixed off to left. Tim would have to make his way over to regroup and see what they could pick up on the instruments before the anomaly passed.

Coming in for a landing on the next roof over, Tim nearly flailed right back off the side as a giant green portal became visible in the sky. It hadn't opened or ripped itself into being, rather it seemed to materialize between one heartbeat and the next.

Righting himself, his eyes widened and he froze momentarily as an enormous serpentine figure appeared just behind Damian. It was easily three stories tall. Long? The figure was laid out in the air horizontally, with a humanoid top half, albeit with a green glow surrounding it and making it's skin shimmer like starlight in the darkness where is wasn't covered by what looked like dark colored armor, the color unclear. It had pointed ears, clawed hands, and white hair that floated around their head. The bottom half was one long tail, serpentine and tapering down to a point rather than finned like a fishtail, which appeared semi translucent with galaxies of stars turning in an intricate dance inside of it.

It was beautiful and terrible and Tim let out an involuntary sound of horror as the figure bore down on Damian, faster than anything that big should have been able to move, scooping him up in one huge hand before Damian had time to do more than startle and begin turning to face the being. They were heading towards the open portal at breakneck speed, Tim would never be able to catch them before they made it through.

In a fit of desperation, Tim grabbed a Bat Tracker, stuck it to the end of his grappling hook and launched it at the rippling tail of the being. It hit just as it passed through the portal, the force not enough to even phase the being as it didn't bother looking around while the portal closed behind it.

Tim stood there in shock for a moment before starting to panic. It had been seconds. Seconds and his little brother had been abducted by a gigantic creature and taken for unknown reasons through an unknown portal to an unknown place, with only one measly tracker on the creature that might not stay on or even work with the amount of technological interference they'd been dealing with.

Tim could only hope that the trackers in Damian's suit would be enough to find him if he was able to make an escape from where ever he'd been taken.

Then his comm beeped.

Oh no. He was going to have to tell Batman that he'd let Damian get kidnapped by an enormous, flying, glowing snake person while on his watch.

Fuck.

Damian cursed fluently in a mixture of Arabic and English as he squirmed against the grip the giant being had on him.

It wasn't crushing, but at the same time there was no give whatsoever in the hand cradling him against an enormous chest, which was vibrating in a near subsonic purr that had his muscles threatening to rebel and turn him into a pile of relaxed putty with absolutely no input from his brain.

The deep, almost whale-song-like crooning was not helping, pushing a feeling of calm, safety, and care at him that he did not trust for a moment. The being had kidnapped him! Through a portal into some kind of glowing green dimension! He would not calm down!

Danny crooned at the little Wraith as he snuggled it up close to his core. It was a feisty little thing, wiggling and squeaking, which boded well for its energy levels regardless of the weak core response. Once he got them to Frostbite's he was sure the yeti would be able to heal it.

Aaaaand that's all I've got atm. First fanfic, yay!

Danny things Damian is a wrath

Do ghost king Danny has to help a heard of Wrath's cross over from the living world to the ghost zone

It's this big thing that happens every 50 years because wrath are to small to have any awareness of their surroundings they need someone to guide them to the ghost zone

Danny usually starts in the most wrath-infested place he can find, in this case, it's a city called Gotham(Danny has some comments on the name)

The weird thing is there seems to be a kinda sick wrath that just... won't follow

It keeps following him but won't join the pack, which is a very bad thing for a wrath

So Danny concerned for this wrath's health scoops it up to take to frostbite, but he still needs to herd all the healthy wraths back to the ghost zone so the little one has to join him, and Danny starting to think this one has some unfinished business because it's one fiesty little guy

On another note the batfam are losing their minds over Damian being kidnapped during a scouting mission

[neko-naruto]

Lotus eater

Summary: Danny fucks up big time after harvesting to many ambient emotions without a way to turn it off.

Warnings: Depression, anger issues, ectoplasm, character death, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: Always a joy to fuck up Dannys shit.

No one ever bothered to tell Danny that he would absorb emotions with his ghost half to sustain the form even when it wasn't dominating.

He never understood the grimy feeling that seemed to coat him, or the lightness of a smile.

His ghost half could handle the excess emotions he absorbed as he was a human, but, his original state couldn't.

Danny would wake up sobbing most days, nearly dying a second death as he choked on his tears in his sleep, hacking up phlegm as he tried to clear his throat.

Other times he would suddenly fall into states of hallucination or disassociation during classes, the sudden outbursts of raw energy from his classmates sizzling his receptors.

His friends never knew what was wrong with him as he changed.

They would wake up feeling happy and ready like they used to, and if they were having a bad day, they would take to Danny to make all the pain and regrets go away.

It was almost pyshical.

The ooze of dread and grief and depression and rage that was constantly was dumped on him whether he liked it or not.

In those recent times he had come to staying where no one would find him, where no one could overload him, where no one could use him anymore.

In the sewers he sat, crying and choking on his own breath as he tried to filter through all the emotions that weren't his and that were his.

But he couldn't do it alone, no, definitely not, but he would need someone who would listen to him instead of telling him all of their problems to release a fuckton of emotion onto him.

His ghost half couldn't do it very efficiently while dormant, but would destabilize with to much energy if it was dominant.

Danny couldn't do anything to help himself.

Unless, unless he pulled out that old dream catcher thing and split himself.

He had no choices left he supposed.

He would just, head back on up to Fenton Works and then work his way through his emotions then.

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It didn't fucking work.

The second they split Danny was already sobbing and a complete wreck while Phantom was destabilizing due to still having to much energy to properly process.

And it only got worse as he couldn't shut off the roomba feature of sucking up emotions from everyone around him, and he couldn't leave either as his form was to unstable to move very much.

Danny was sobbing as Phantom destabilized, things only got worse when Danny realized how... Melty, Phantom looked while separated.

"Ancients, I'm killing you to," Danny forced out as he tried to clear away the sobs that shook his form, only only able force out a rasping laugh. "I guess I'm going it alone now."

"No, no, I'm not going to die." Phantom said before inching closer to sit beside Danny, leaving a trail of green as he body gave way at the slightest movement.

"Face it, you can't handle what you already have to use and burn through, and I keep giving off more," Danny explained, vaguely gesturing with his hands as he did so, he gently poked Phantoms shoulder, the ghost halfs shoulder giving way and leaving a hole where the human halfs finger was. "We had a good run."

"I can't die though, I'm already dead." Phantom said, trying to explain a way out of destabilizing till he becomes nothing more than a green and bubbling puddle on the ground that smells only of the freshest citrus and rotting organs.

"You'll destabilize like our 'half sister' did, the whole actively split us not knowing what would happen, and because of that you are dying again." Danny explained before standing up and pulling down a thin necked vial with a cone like lower half and a cork from above.

"Danny, why did you grab that vial?" Phantom asked cautiously as he inched away, his suit scraping off, leaving only bright green where skin would normally be, as when he had died his suit was melded to his body.

"I want to have some of you when you're gone, I can keep your core safe until I can fix you up again," Danny said before gripping Phantoms hand, each smaller appendage giving way and breaking off leaving bleeding stumps that oozed ectoplasm, with thicker chunks that acted as bone coming loose as well, Danny dropped a few into the vial, along with excess ectoplasm. "If I can fix you."

"Oh, right, I guess that makes enough sense," Phantom said, voice slowly shifting from his usual tone to one much more distorted, almost broken in its nature as his torso started to bubble, legs already melted off up to his calves and he hadn't noticed. "But what if you can't revive me?"

"Then, then I'll make something new with your core, it'll probably have your memories," Danny tried to explain as he pressed a hand to Phantoms shoulder, the ghost halfs shoulder falling off and rapidly decomposing into a bubbling. "It'll be a new vessel, and, and you'll be just fine, everything will be ok again!"

"Thanks Danny, it means a lot to know you're gonna try," Phantom said before going to place his remaining hand on Dannys shoulder, the simple embrace lasting for only a few seconds before Phantoms forearms melted away, leaving another bleeding stump in its place. "I guess this is it for a while now?"

"I guess so," Danny said before attempting to give Phantom a tight hug, the human half able to feel the ghost half squish between his limbs and melt away a bit, the embrace was reciprocated best as it could be. "S-See you again."

"See you soon." Phantom responded with before his vocal chords fully gave way, melting into stringy ooze that was easy to see through the collapsed and melted chest, 'ribs' already melting away to reveal a mixed core, one that was commonly mistaken for ice.

Danny wasn't sure how to react as his other half melted away, but he tried to scoop up as much ectoplasm into the jar as possible, the fluid thick and viscous in his hands. He gently reached for the core, it was much like a water balloon, but with a harder outside than a thin layer of plastic, it gave way under his grip as he slowly pulled string after string of ectoplasm from it. The steady glow of the core faltered slightly as each lifeline was removed, the thicker strings of ectoplasm acted like veins that allowed the core to pump the energy through the ghost.

Without any ghost the core would simply keep recycling energy till it exploded, this Danny hoped could be countered by placing it in excess ectoplasm.

Danny slowly squished the core into the vial, being careful not to shatter the core, a soft splish sound could be heard as it made contact with the ectoplasm. He released a sigh of relief as he placed the cork on the vial, making sure it was sealed tight enough that it wouldn't spill out. He didn't know where to go from here so instead he just sat on the ground beside the bubbling and now slowly decomposing pool of ectoplasm that was his other half rotted away.