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I know dc would never do this but. please let jason go to college so he can have civilian friends. I think them not knowing would be fine but imagine they do and you get a group text from your friend that just says "can't come over for board game night, got shot in the leg, kick ass at monopoly for me"
oh yeah! i think we need to have more civilian characters in the fold for one, because the relationship between civilians and vigilantes â especially if they know of someoneâs identity â is just so interesting to explore. particularly when it comes to the bats. itâs definitely possible too, tim had recurring civilian friends in robin 1993 like ives, callie, hudson. iâm sure thatâs not the case with current comics because again. gestures to dc not wanting to nurture civilian relationships with the bats and in general keep them constrained.
but for jason, veering off topic just a little but also not really since i also agree that he should go to collegeâ iâm a big fan of the idea of him just leaving vigilantism entirely (gestures to my meta tag which is full of stuff for him). of course heâd have to have a final coming to jesus moment about all the things heâs done and want to remedy it, which i donât think is far off from his character At All but would definitely piss off the dudebros and Never Happen Ever 𫤠but still!!! i personally like to have him realize that and want to go to school for nursing or to become an emt (influenced by talia since i also like to give him a good platonic relationship) or idk to go in-line with more fandom representations for him, become an english teacher! and he can have friends!!! and A Life separate from bruce and the others!!!! we can have So MuchâŚ..
#but. yeah. dc would never let it happen#we only recently just got him giving up guns#only to pick up crowbars which is. A Decision. and honestly makes me think he shouldâve just stuck with guns bc come on đ#you and i⌠musing on the things we would like to have but never will⌠average dc enjoyer experience tbh#inbox#anonymous
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Okay so basically the United States MINT of all people is going to be working with DC to make a line of coins! These coins sadly won't be in circulation (the things I would do to live in a world where I could get Batman coins from the supermarket) as they're collectors coins, but will be releasing over the course of the next 3 years, 2025-2027.
Designs haven't been released yet (the same is true for all 2025 designs) but we know there will be 9 coins in total (3 each year) with the first year featuring (of course!!!) Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman.
Although we know the first three heroes to be featured, the remaining six have yet to be decided, and it turns out the Mint is putting out a survey on their site to gauge which of a group of culturally significant heroes people want to see most! (link to the form is mentioned in the article above)
The considered group includes: Supergirl, the Flash, Green Arrow, Black Canary, Captain Marvel, John Stewart GL, Aquaman, Hawkman, Jamie Reyes BB, Robin (Damian?), Cyborg, and Batgirl, of which 6 will be selected.
As someone who does a bit of coin collecting myself (mainly circulation coins like the quarters sets, but I also have a couple proof and collectors coins) I think this is a really cool and interesting idea that showcases the history of the comics medium and these characters and their influence on American culture. Really excited to wait and see what the designs look like for the coins already announced!
#ABSOLUTELY INSANE TO ME#sorry just. only thing that could make this crazier is if these were circulating. i would fucking die actually lmao#i mean you could buy something with one of these legally but like youre an idiot if you do that so likeeee#someone showing up with the solid gold superman collector coin and its only legally worth a dollar lmao#not that someone would do this but future generations/archeologists finding a coin in some ruins and it just has like. batman on it#amazing to me#also just the transition from us currency having all fake people (lady liberty some random native american guy etc.) and then going to real#people and presidents then expanding that to honor people that they believe should be honored (think the harriet tubman coin set right now)#and representing beauty and innovation and culture through representation of the states#only through that lens to swing back around and have fake people on the coins again in the form of the freaking dc trinity. insane to me#no one ever gets me when im nerding out over coins its okay. at least its not postage stamps (i actually do have some special postage stamps#its like 1 sheet though it was for the 2017 eclipse and the image changes from totality to the moon with the heat of your finger theyre so#cool okay) anyways i like dont really know that much abt coins lol i originally saw a post abt this on reddit đ lol and had to check this#was real which is insane. anyways my dad got my all my coin stuff ive got a proof set from the year i was born albums to hold the 50 states#and national parks (america the beautiful but its 90% natl park designs lets be honest here) quarter collections as i find them irl#(dont have an album for us women yet sadly but do have some of the coins) as well as a few dimes and other circulation albums i havent used#much. and then i have a few collectibles like the hubble telescope $1 coin the 50th anniversary apollo 11 one and the 2021 anniversary peace#dollar. though like not the gold ones or anything like that lol but yeah. i talk abt coins every once and a while with friends and i know#things but then my dad is in the car and its like nevermind lol.#also put a ? after damian's name bc theres a chance it could be dick and they just used the wrong picture. because some of the character#bios had names but his didnt and seemed very dick grayson (acrobatics mention âbatman's partnerâ etc) but not so specfic exclude either one#and the pick was damian. but then the ollie pick was goateeless for some reason so who knows#culturally dick is more important but dami is current so idk#dc comics#blah#ive really been learning so much today. first all in announcement and subsequent leaks and now this. what a ride#also love how im anticipating and know future comics things lol. when did that happen haha. ive really transitioned from only reading back#issues and never knowing current events to following a lot of releases lol and somehow finding out about the freaking coin collection...#crazy how that happens#cant scroll up at that first image without losing it a bit still actually. what a world we live in. anyways take your bets who is gonna be
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i feel I may be too much of a pushover
#turtledove is not vibing#See the problem is I hate making issues for other people#I am the number one champion of Acting Civil#I can hate your guts to hell and back but Iâll be polite for the sake of the uninvolved#but like. Iâm realizing that doing that leads to me just feeling bad over and over and over again#Idk. Probably something to talk to my therapist about#Maybe itâs just bc Imm from va#like itâs absolutely not bc Iâm literally from the dc area we were upfront mean over there but idk#god what happened to the days when I would snap back immediately to defend myself bc now like#Yeah I still stand up for myself but I only do it when Iâm legitimately at the end of my rope#And 80% of the time itâs not even for myself itâs for someone else that I care abt that may have been hurt via proximity#I miss who I used to be sometimes.#that child was mean and cruel but she would have never let this happen.#Come back. Let me be angry again. Please please please.
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pairings. jungkook x bookworm!reader (f)
genre/aus. fluff, established relationship
warnings. the word smut gets mentioned, jk in that fit
note. iâm a huge book lover and have been busy consuming all romance books in my free time and one part of my brain is just jungkook and another part is filled with all the romantic scenes that happen in the books i read and this idea came up :D lmk if u want more jk x bookworm!reader drabbles i actually loved writing this one so enjoy my brain rot,, likes and reblogs are appreciated ! stay safe <3
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âhowâd you find this place, weâve never been in this one.â jungkook notes, observes the surroundings of the small book store you both entered. floor to ceiling shelves filled with literature and writing of every genre, in different colors and sizes. warm yellow lighting from the lights in the ceiling and the battery operated candles that are placed randomly throughout the store. thereâs greenery scattered along the walls and potted plants on the floor and one next to the register, creating a familiar, welcoming environment.
you canât help but smile when you walk in. âi took a different route home from class last week and saw this place. i wanted to wait to go with you.â you answer, greeting the woman behind the counter with a soft smile.
you feel his hand blindly reach for yours from behind, you first find his pinky then interlace your fingers with his.
âit feels homey in here.â he thinks aloud, as both of you walk by a red worn out couch.
you lead him through the aisles one by one, not having any interest in the specific genres besides your favorite, but looking at the filled shelves brings you comfort.
âoh! they have comics here.â he points to the aisle across from you and now heâs taking the lead.
a comforting silence falls between you both as you skim through each shelf organized by the marvel universe, dc comics, video games and manga. from the corner of your eye, you see jungkook holding a manga in his hand.
âwhen was the last time you read one?â
he sighs, âi think when i was young, probably about six years ago to be honest. i donât really have time now.â he slightly pouts at his statement.
you place your hand on his lower back before rubbing soothing circles. âi know youâve read that one before. haikyuu,â you read the title out loud.
he nods, closing the book and placing it back with the others. âyeah i read like the first few volumes but never finished it.â
you both look throughout the manga selection some more before you manage to talk him into buying at least two volumes of jujutsu kaisen.
he holds the two books in one hand and holds your hand in his other.
you make it to the romance aisle, and immediately take your time looking around. you always feel overwhelmed in the bookstore and feel like youâre taking too long looking in just one section but jungkook always assures you to take your time and look, that heâs not in a rush.
you pick up a book and examine the cover and pages before reading the back, humming to yourself if one peaked your interest but not enough to hold onto it.
âdo these have smut in them?â he blurts out next to you.
your eyes go big and you smack him on the arm. you look at the bright neon green sticky note thatâs taped to the shelf with the word âspicyâ. did they have to make it known to the world?
âwould you be quiet?â you whisper-yell at him, trying to contain your laughter.
he rubs his arm where you hit him as his eyes blink innocently. liar.
he lets go of his arm and giggles, pulling you close to his side and kisses the crown of your head. âjust messing with you.â he smirks.
you scoff, pushing him away lightly but failing because your boyfriend is 5â10 and muscles.
he lets you continue to look around and he does the same but not with a purpose. but he knows if he pretends to busy himself, you wonât feel rushed. and he wants you to take your time.
by the time you reached the end of the romance aisle, youâre holding two books in your hands. one hardcover and one paperback.
âthatâs it? only two books you found?â jungkook stares in disbelief, his eyebrow arched.
âa hardcover is expensive.â you tell him. there were other books you found and wanted, but now that you know this place is here, youâll stop by again one of these days after class and come back for them if theyâre still here.
âbabe, go get all the books you want.â he waves you off, but you stay put.
shaking your head, âno, iâll come back for them one of these days after my classes.â
âgo get them now.â
âkook, itâs okay.â
âi know it is, but i want to get them for you anyway. you got a new bookcase with more shelves and you need to fill it up.â he says, peering down at you softly but heâs not giving up.
you did get a new shelf, with your paycheck you decided to spoil yourself and get a new one that had five shelves instead of your three. you had a growing collection and you had a tower of books on your floor. you needed a proper space for them.
you bite your lip. âyeah, but i donât want you-â
he interrupts you by placing his lips on yours, moving against your lips for only two seconds.
the kiss was so abrupt that it had you in a daze.
âgo get the books, hardcover or not. i donât care yn.â he used your name. not babe or baby.
you sigh in defeat, knowing you lost this battle. jungkook offers to hold your books and you let him, you went back for the books you wanted and carefully stacked them onto his hands. it was only ten books you found, but the stack reached to his chest and you felt bad.
âdonât give me that look, baby.â he tells you as you both make your way up to the front to pay.
the ladyâs eyes go wide at the tower of books in his hands, but doesnât say nothing and scans everything.
you inch closer to his side as the lady tells him the total and it makes you gasp. but jungkook is relaxed as the lady asks if we wanted to sign up to become a member and he doesnât even bother to ask me as he gives her my number for the future. he finishes by tapping his card onto the machine and grabbing the two bags of books.
you thank the lady and you both leave the store. the sky now different shades of blue, orange and red.
âthank you kook, i really appreciate you.â you tell him thoughtfully, sliding your arm through his and holding onto it. he glances down at you with a soft smile, his piercings shining under the sunset.
he hums. âi love you.â
âi love you.â
#twilghtkoo#jeon jungkook#jungkook drabble#jungkook scenarios#jungkook oneshot#jungkook fluff#boyfriend!jungkook#bts jungkook#jungkook x reader#bts fluff#bts scenarios#bts drabble
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Dear Father fanfic idea
DC x DP crossover fanfiction
Fanfic idea of Danny adopting everyone. Heâs worse than Batman since he does it 200% deliberately with no age nor race restriction.
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âAbsolutely fucking not.â
Yeah, nope. No way in hell was he, John mother-fucking Constantine going to let this happen. Only over his dead body, which might actually be the case by the end of the bloody day if they couldnât come up with something else other than that. And he wasnât going to change his mind no matter how much the kid currently gallivanting as a demi-god whined. Wasnât that a news when he found out several months ago.
âCome on Constans, we both know he wouldnât mind. Besides what else can we do, weâve tried everything.â Captain Marvel pleaded with the older man as he gestured their surroundings.
It couldnât be described as anything else other than apocalyptic. A complete fucking shitshow.
Apparently a prophecy of some kind came to fruition right under their bloody noses and they were left grasping straws to try and stop the end of the world from happening. If only-
âCall him or Iâll call him John! Your choice.â Pressed Marvel who was getting fed up with the magicianâs nonsense but he wasnât bugging, no siree!
âShut up, we donât need his help! Just let me-â John yelled while buried head first in his spell book, desperately trying to find away that didnât require him to relinquish the last few pits of his shabby dignity. Or what was left of it anyways. But Marvel was having non of it.
âNope, thatâs it! Iâm making the call!â The red glad man shouted over the blonde brit and pulled out his personal phone which looked like it had been pulled strait out of a sci-fi movie.
This caused John to lunge at Marvel who in return floated away out of his reach.
âAre you daft? Iâll never hear the end of it so donât even- Hey! Donât you dare, I swear-!â They were quickly interrupted by a black looming silhouette quickly approaching them.
âI hope that you two have come up with something since youâre able to play around like this.â Batman demanded in gruff manner, man looking worse for wear just like the rest of them. Marvel swiftly positioned the dark one between him and his would-be assailant.
âOh we did have a solution from the very start but someone thinks that we donât need any help. His poor ego wouldnât be able to handle it.â He told as he threw a look over his makeshift barrierâs shoulder.
âShut your cakehole.â John hissed but was reluctantly put in place by a hard glare from mister darker and gloomier who turned to the floating magic-user.
âWhat is this solution exactly? Help from who or what?â At his inquiry the boy-man hero couldnât help but beam when he began to explain what, or rather who he had in mind.
âWell I was thinking calling our-â But he was rudely cut in before he could get far.
âWe arenât calling anybody because we donât need his help! We can take care of this on our own!â Batman turned back to the blond and was clearly at the end of his patience.
âWe are running on borrowed time Constantine, if there is any chance to for us to stop this then we should take it since we donât have any other options left.â
The two began to argue so heatedly that they didnât pay attention to Marvel speed dialing the number he kept close to his heart. With a dopey grin he bounced on his heels while he waited for the other side to answer. After just two rings the line connected.
âHi kid! What are you calling in for, did you get out of work already?â A jovial, baritone voice rang out which instantly relaxed the kid-not-kid hero. The all-composing feeling of warmth, protection and safety could almost be felt through the phone which never failed to make him feel comfortable and at peace.
âHi dad! No, Iâm still at work and we kinda shorta need your help. Badly.â
He could near feel the change in his fatherâs mood and he definitely heard it in his voice.
âWhat do you need? Where are you?â Came the rapid questioning. His smile never left as he thought how dad always went strait to business when it came to his family and friends. Always ready to help no matter what or why.
âWell, apparently the apocalypse is happening and we have no idea how to stop it⌠Can you help us? Please?â He tentatively asked as he glanced back at the bickering duo. Sometimes he asked himself if he really was the only secret child there.
âHa ha, no need to beg, let alone ask. Iâll be there in a jiffy once I know where you guys are. Just try and hang in there kid.â Voice on the other side commented in lighter tone.
Marvel let out a sigh. He knew that everything would be okay after all.
âThanks dad. We are currently stuck on Metropolis in itâs central, itâs a complete mess in here.â
âEverything will be fine. See you soon.â The voice chuckled and cut the call.
Yes, everything would be just fine. He turned to call out to the idiots who looked to be near ripping each other a new one.
âYou two can stop now, heâs already on his way!â
He had to wince at the speed which the blonde turned his head to stare at him. Then came the familiar cursing.
âFucking shite!â
He merely rolled his eyes and crossed his arms in irritation. He glared at the magician.
âSeriously, whatâs your problem? It doesnât have to be this difficult you know.â
Before John could comment, Batman pushed pass and stalked up to Marvel.
âWho did you call?â
He couldnât say much before more of their fellow heroes started to trickle in. Flash no surprise being the first.
âHope you got something up your utility belt Bats, we canât take this much longer.â Pleaded the red speedster. He was joined by Green Lantern carrying injured Superman and ouch did he look roughened up.
âHave to agree with Flashpoint. Were running out of juice fast, and even Big Blue is out cold.â
Marvel looked at the others coming in. Martian Manhunter, Zatara, Wonder Woman, Black Canary and even Doctor Fate was there, none of them looking any better.
âWell, Iâm glad to announce that help is on their way so we can all sit back and relax for a bit. This will be over in no time.â He declared brightly.
The others goggled at him like he made the most outlandish statement in all of history, minus Constantine who has decided to use this small window of calm to drown his headache in his flask while he still can.
âWhat the hell are you on about? What help? Who could possibly help with this!â Flash yelled out the question in everybodies mind.
âI would like to known this too finally.â Batman demanded this as well.
Seeing everybody hanging onto his up coming explanation he smirked at John who gave him oh-so-eloquently middle finder in retaliation. Well to bad, he would have to just deal with it, the big baby.
âOh nobody too important, just the most powerful and influential being in all multiverse. Some of you might know him by his monikers like the First Champion, the Balancer, the High King and the Great One.â He said flippantly as he pretended to check his nails, trying his absolute best to hid his smug smile when he noticed Zatara and Fate going rigid and pale.
Zatara near stumbled thanks to his shaking knees. He took couple faltering steps towards the Champion of Magic. His expression mix of reverence and fear as started to whisper as if dreading that someone or something might hear him if he spoke too loudly.
âY-You couldnât possibly mean King-â
He didnât get to finish his sentence for they all felt the change in the air, in the ground.
He has arrived.
Time came to a crawl, the world slowed itâs movements in face of approaching force. It quaked, it trembled, it slithered. Leak becoming a downpour, a tear in reality of sickly green opened above the group, high out of reach. What little light still had remained in the hellish landscape around them were drained as if all the worldâs shadow congregated around the opening to greet its master like a deprived servant. Then a figure of black and white caped in light seemingly holy, descended from it. Even from afar they could distinguish their towering form whoâs muscles failed to hide under its full-body armor. Their mountainous presence becomes more and more apparent the closer they came. What they thought as wings of pure and white was actually a cape of moving light.
Blazing green eyes as that of the tear gazed upon them from under their moonlight hair, which coupled with the iron grown of flames created figures of shadow dancing across their hardened features as if to praise their beholderâs glory.
Zatara had already collapsed on the ground in utter disbelieve. All the myths and legends were true all along.
âKing Phantom.â He spoke in awe and bowed before the king as did equally shocked Doctor Fate.
âHi dad!â Marvel yelled and dragged the laughing magician by his coat to greet their new arrival.
All of their associates looked between the clear powerhouse of a being and their red heavy hitter in utter incredulity at the revelation. Zatara and Fate near had a heart attack at the way their magical colleague addressed the mythical presence. Marvel had a father? And this horrifying existence was it? What sent them reeling even more was how the kingâs responded.
With his arms stretched he lowered himself fully to gather the two smaller men in his embrace.
âKids! Boy, when you said that you needed help bad I think you might have underestimated a tiny bit.â He joked with a toothy smile as he moved to get a better look at his more-or-less willing captees of his affection. His expression softened even more at the face of Constantine, not the others could see.
âJohn, itâs so good to see you as well.â He said softly and ruffled both of their hairs, eliciting a laugh from his youngest and indignant pout from his fourth oldest who tried to swat the offending hand away.
âWhatever.â John growled but Phantom didnât mind since he could see the blush caking his scratched up cheeks.
Now this drew his attention, both of his boys were in horrendous shape and he would do something about it after his job was completed. Looking at the blood willed sky no longer colored by his green and the burning wreckage that is this dimensions earth, he knew he didnât have much time.
âI suppose we should get this over with then. You two better get back to the Keep after this, understood.â He stated and then was gone just like that.
Now that the oppressive feeling of death and power has left along with the godly being, every single one of the heroes present turned to the two for explanation. Marvel send a pleading look towards his brother, but John pointedly turned away and began to nurse his briefly forgotten drink which was now empty, damn you dad.
Discreetly gulping his nerves down he twirled to face his peers.
âOkay, letâs start with one question at a time please.â
This caused the floodgates to open and Zatara practically jumped him in his feverishness.
âYou are a son of King Phantom? The King Phantom? I thought he was nothing more than a myth! A legend told through out several histories!â
As Marvel was trying to dislodge the man he was approached by Doctor Fate.
âI too held the believe that he was nothing more than a story to strike fear onto the forces of evil and to aspire heroes of both old and new. To think he was real this entire time.â He mused, and before Marvel could say anything, Flash barged in as well.
âAnd what about you John? This might be the first time Iâve seen any otherworldly being be happy to see you.â He pointed at the man who chose to wisely stay far behind.
âFuck you too!â Shouts the offended man from the back. Even if itâs true doesnât make it any less rude. And oh look here comes Batman.
âEnough! Marvel, explain.â He demands as he moves effortlessly to the front of the pack.
âWell⌠you see-â Marvel stammers as he tries under the pressure to come up with something to say but was thankfully saved by the sky shifting again.
As quick as a snap the red sky was returned to its blue color, signaling the Kingâs victory over his enemy. Marvel smiled widely and even John couldnât stop a heavy sigh of relieve from escaping his mouth. Good old dad, always up to any task he comes across.
âIncredible.â Wonder Woman gasped, even Lantern had to give an impressed eyebrow at the instant change in atmosphere. And while everyone was distracted by his dadâs handiwork, Marvel shimmied his way to the grumpy magician who was in progress of making his getaway.
âI think we should continue this some other time, thereâs a lot of cleaning up to do and me and my bro need to do a little house call. So bye!â He called out with a wave as he was crabbed and transported to their destination before anyone could stop them.
Others could do more than blink as Batman stewed in his place. In Lanternâs arms Superman began to stir.
âH-huh, what did I miss?â
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Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.
Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.
Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.
Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.
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Tim Drake is having a horrible day.
He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.
Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.
They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.
"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.
Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.
The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.
"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.
"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."
"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"
"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."
"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"
"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."
"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.
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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.
Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.
And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.
Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.
But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.
The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.
#dcxdp#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#danny phantom#dc crossover#dp crossover#long post#danny can make ghosts appear like they do in amity but only for a short while and when in proximity to him#its not apparent in amity because the ghosts are just like that there#Danny just having a good time#Danny having zero brain cells about this whole thing and neither he nor jazz will offer explanations#they're just like 'gotham has ghosts. its not like he put them there'#Bruce getting into therapy because his dead parents said they were proud of him and he didnt know how to handle that#bruce having to turn this energy around somehow and seeing jason - my boy i love you so much and im so sorry and im so proud of you#heres the thing i dont know how i made it anger management ship at the end but i sure as fuck did.#jason is at a lack of words at bruce's confessions of pride and love but is also about to be a BAT about this and track down info#info in the form of a cute girl#oh yeah she has a brother#uh well#he has brothers too- this is fine#someone write this fic pls n thx u
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Full Baby Back Guarantee Not Included (dp x dc)
âLook, lady. It was a joke, ok? I donât actually want your newborn baby,â Danny said as he held up his hands trying to back away from the woman with a bundle of blankets in her arms.
âWe made a deal, you canât back out now,â The woman said as she narrowed her eyes at him. âYour kind canât break their words.â
âMy kind?â Danny exclaimed incredulously, because what the hell was she on. âLady, you are delusional.â
Then his eyes caught on the awkward way the woman was holding onto the bundle and he frowned.
âWait a second.â The halfaâs eyes went big. âIs that even your kid?!â his voice turning into a shriek at the end. âDid you kidnap some random child?â
âItâs my sisterâs,â the woman cut him off coldly. âShe and the father are both dead.â That was pretty awful, Danny thought as he winced. But then she turned to look blankly at him.
âNobody will look for her.â
Dear skies above, he was supposed to be the ghost here, why was he the one getting chills.
âHoly fuck,â the halfa let out softly.Â
He had to get that baby away from that psychopath.
âWhat is it you want again?â Danny asked faintly.
âMake me the new chief operating officer,â the woman answered.
âWhat?â The halfa choked out.
âTheyâre giving the position to Shwartz this monday. You need to make sure that doesnât happen,â she continued evenly as if she wasnât currently selling a baby in exchange for a fucking promotion.
âYeah sure, deal,â Danny answered, eager to get away from her as soon as possible.Â
âGive me your word,â she insisted.
âI give my word, I swear,â the halfa said. âGimme the kid and youâll get your job.â
The woman looked at him for a second before seemingly being satisfied.Â
She extended the bundle of blankets towards him and handed him the swaddle baby. As soon as the kid was in his arms, Danny zipped away, fully intent on never seeing the woman again. He sure as hell was not getting her that promotion. Not that he wouldâve been able to, what the hell, lady? At least research better before making a deal for your sister's baby!
Though in retrospect, it was a good thing she hadn't.
As Danny flew over a few buildings, he thanked the ancients the woman hadnât had any ghost restraining tech, and only the summoning ritual. Which was a thing he had not been aware existed but he he would have to circle back to that because, right now, he had a whole ass baby nestled in his arms.
What the hell was his life.
Danny slowed down the flight once he felt he had put enough distance between them and the psycho and landed on a nice patch of green next to a road. He looked around and took notice that theyâd gotten out of whatever that city had been, or at least the more populated part. He gave a quick look for people or cameras around before de-transforming. If he was spotted with a baby in his arms, his human look would help his chance of not getting shot.
The halfa started walking away from the road and towards the green vegetation. Still walking, he took a deep breath before looking down at the baby.
âYou ok, kid?â Danny asked softly as their small (so so tiny!) face twitched in their sleep. âOh youâre sleepy, huh?â he murmured gently. âSleep tight sweetheart, Iâve got you.â
Then he secured the blankets around the baby again, making sure none of the wind was reaching her. It was probably a her? The blankets were pink but he couldnât know for sure since the psycho had only called her an it. Danny felt his lips curl. And as the night replayed in his mind, he felt the weight of the situation settle down on him.
Ancients what was he going to do?
He couldnât pull up in Amity with a baby in his arms and no explanation of how he got her. Heâd be arrested for kidnapping, which was technically absolutely what he was doing. But then again he couldn't just give that baby back to her aunt.
âWhat are you doing here?â came a voice from ahead of him.
Danny startled out of his thoughts to find himself facing an older man in a suit with a severe look on his face. The halfa instinctively brought the baby closer to his chest and the movement drew the older manâs eyes towards it.
Danny could see the realization of what it was he was holding settle and the man's face softened. He sighed deeply as his gaze went back up to meet the halfaâs.
âDespite what the media fancy printing, Wayne manor is not actually an orphanage.â
Danny had no idea what he was talking about so he just stayed silent and did his best not to look like someone who kidnapped babies.
The older man took the silence in stride. âIf you need some help, there are programs to help young people in your situation,â he continued delicately.
Danny frowned as he tried to figure out what the guy meant by that before his eyes grew wide. âIâm not her dad!â He cried.
âI see,â the man said evenly as he looked back down at the bundle. Danny held her closer in response. âI see,â the guy repeated with a slight change in his voice.
The two held each otherâs gaze for a moment before the older man sighed again.Â
âShall we continue this inside? It is getting windy and we wouldnât want the little one to suffer, would we?â The man offered in a soothing tone.
Danny hesitated but one look at the kidâs face that had grown pink from the cold decided him.
âOk,â Danny said. âLead the way.â
And with that the three of them started across the grassy lawn.
#Alfred think the baby is Danny's sibling and they ran away from an abusive household#I know this is all tropes that have been done before but dammit I'm doing them again#The batam trying to be in denial of the imminent new addition to the family or unsurprised and way too chill about it#Danny thinking he's found an ally into getting himself kicked out with Damian#only for Damian to get attached to the baby and then refuse to let Danny abandon his âsisterâ#Danny trying to get out of this mess of lies without letting it out that he 1) is not human 2) has totally kidnapped that baby#dc x dp#dp x dc#roxpoxwrote#roxpox
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:) you all know what time it isssss
Danny Al-ghul
But not in the way you would think. So the Fentons find out about Danny being phantom (catching him changing or something) and {this is a Bad Fenton Au so we gonna traumatizing the fuck out of this boy} and they experiment and torture him for a few weeks to a month in this time frame Jazz, Sam and Tucker have died and have not come back as ghost due to dying by a ghost blaster ( hint hint )
And Danny eventually die (fully this time) due to torture and starvation (They didnât think âGhostâ needed to eat) and when Danny died he gets yeeted into a part of the Zone no one goes to and when I say no one I mean NO ONE and eventually crashes into it
And now into a bit into this part of The Zone it is actually The Home of the dead Al-ghuls and their assassins + some pit demons but they arenât really that consciousâŚI guess I mean they move around and sometimes talk or well scream because they are infected by The Madness (Pit Rage) and kinda act like obsessiveness ghostâŚoh I never explained what that was well I do it in the next post or something but for the time it just means feral and more animalistic than a normal ghost would be
So basically Danny crash landed into a feral Pit {you see what I did there} and after some shenanigans and shit the dead and Feral Al-ghuls kinda just accepted into the family I mean the past tense assassins and the younger dead Al-ghuls listen to them so heâs a part of them now
And if you were to ask one of the Al-ghuls ( If they were sane enough for that ) they would basically say
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âYeah that Danny we donât know whoâs kid he is and heâs not really into the hole assassin thing and heâs far to soft to be an Al-ghul but he heals us and takes care of the younger ones so heâs part of the family and no oneâs going to take him awayâ * proceeds to rip out the core of the ghost who asks and eats it or brings it to Danny because he eats less than everyone else ( he doesnât he just doesnât eat fucking CORES)*
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What I mean about healing them is that Danny constantly carries around a never ending black marble bowl { like in my Snake Empress Au } of the purest ecto you can have ( Clockwork gave it to him for helping the Ferals and the LOLS by the misunderstandings from the future youâll give it in a sec ) and when ghost are feral instead of cuts and stuff they break and crack like a porcelain doll or something else that cracks that like that and pours a bit into the crack/break
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Now onto the DC part of this! So while Tim was looking for Bruce in the timestream {like in my Void and Prism Au} and somehow ends up in front of a giant temple like building that is surrounded by multiple lagoons and lakes of Lazarus pits ( and that a bit concerning in itself ) and as Tim walks in he hears footsteps and the pulling of fabric on the ground so he turns around not really knowing what to expect but he was most definitely not expecting the most beautiful boy heâs ever seen but what caught his attention is the black marble bowl that has the purest Lazarus water heâs ever seen and a few shenanigans and a get together later Tim is now dating this ethereal, beautiful, kind he should probably stop while heâs ahead before he goes on for hours {So basically Tim is down bad for our little ghost boy} who so happens to an Al-ghul and Danny helps Tim find Bruce but Danny makes Tim promise to keep in contact ( which Tim was going to do anyway and not to mention Dannyâs literal Amy of Feral Al-ghuls/assassins/pit demons who will kill him and than hunt him in death for his core to give to Danny as a trophy and just for the LOLS letâs have everyone misunderstand that Danny is an Al-ghul )
So a few years later Tim and Danny are still in contact and Tim is still down bad but he still hasnât told everybody about it until one day the Batfam fucks up and Tim fucks off to The Ghost Zone back to his boyfriend ( possible fiancĂŠ but still hasnât told anyone)
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The JL-JLD: running around like headless chickens
The Batfam: Much angst
Tim and Danny: chilling out and being in love and shit
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And now on to the details of this!
For Dannyâs outfit Iâm thinking something like this
And heâs wearing some jewelry like this
And for hair
also here is a pic of the black marble bowl ( it is the same in my Snake empress au and in this )
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nd thatâs about it about this au and I hope you guys like it tell me if you want to see more of this byeeeee
#dc x dp#danny phantom#dp x dc#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp prompt#that weird thing in the woods#dc x dp fic#that-weird-thing-in-the-woods#dc x dp fanfiction#dpxdc#dp x dc au#dc x dp au#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc crossover#dcxdp#dc x dp misunderstandings#dp x dc misunderstandings#misunderstandings#danny au#danny fenton#dead tired#tim drake#tim drake/danny fenton#the fetals will kill Tim if given the chance but Danny wonât let them#they all kinda love Danny in their own little fucked up way
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drunk words are sober thoughts | spencer reid
summary: spencerâs been, uncharacteristically, ignoring you all day, and youâre determined to find out why. it can't be anything bad, right?
a/n: if i had a nickel for every time my reader got drunk and confessed their feelings for spencer, iâd have two nickels. which isnât a lot, but itâs weird that it happened twice.
enjoy the fic, and have a fantastic day! <3 requests are open!
note(s): gn!reader & no pronouns used, mention of alcohol, reader gets quite drunk, drunk confessions and kisses
word count: 3,422
Heavy sheets of rain pelted down onto your head as you weaved with purpose through the busy streets. Occasionally, a car would drive through the roadside puddles, creating a cosmic-sized splash that effectively soaked you to the bone. You hadnât brought a coat. You didnât think you were going to need one. The sun had still been shining when youâd left your apartment in Quantico.Â
After a long, strenuous day at work, you had planned to go home, collapse onto your couch, and work your way through a tub of cookie dough ice cream that you knew was being neglected in the back of your freezer. Instead, youâd hopped onto a train and youâd taken the hour-long journey to Washington DC.Â
Spencer had been completely ignoring you, and Spencer was never the type to completely ignore you. Or anyone, for that matter. Spencer was the type to get sassy and downright passive aggressive whenever he was mad at someone - youâd witnessed that first-hand early on in your friendship, and it had practically scarred you for life. This was different, though, and the silence seemed to be much more painful. Youâd tried to speak to him multiple times throughout the day, but heâd managed to evade you, and heâd barely even made eye contact with you for more than a millisecond. You didnât think youâd done anything wrong, but your overthinking, people-pleasing tendencies were starting to rear their ugly head.Â
Another car splashed through the puddles at such a breakneck speed that you ended up getting completely soaked. You immediately began to grumble, and your shoes made a squeaky sound as you continued trudging down the street, âSpencer, I am going to kill you.â
Eventually, you found yourself outside of Spencerâs apartment. You crossed your eyes as you watched a water droplet drip from the tip of your nose. You were cold, and damp, and you were very much aware that you were leaving puddles on the carpet. You shuffled in place in the hopes that you didnât soak one particular spot too much. You knocked on the door, and then you waited, and then you waited some more. You were beginning to wonder if he was even home at all.
Eventually, there was a shuffling noise on the other side of the door, and then you heard a lock being slid out of place. The door cracked open, and Spencerâs head popped out. His eyes widened slightly as he saw you, âHi.â
âHi,â you shook your head free of water droplets, making yourself look like a wet dog, âCan I come in?â
Spencer hesitated, and his eyes flickered up and down your figure. For a moment, you were convinced that he was about to slam the door in your face, âYeah. Come in,â he spoke after a pause, and he shuffled aside, âYou must be freezing.â
You nodded at him in gratitude, and you slid past him, âYeah,â you laughed a little, your teeth chattering. Spencerâs apartment was warm and cozy with the heating system on full blast, a stark contrast to the miserable conditions outside, âYou could say that.â
âHang on. Let me justâŚâ Spencer scampered into a room on the other side of his apartment that you assumed was his bedroom. You could hear him clattering around before he returned a moment later with one of his thread-worn sweaters, âHere.â
You took the sweater from him, and you slipped it over your head. It was big on you. Far too big, actually. But it was warm. That was all you cared about, âThanks, Spence.â
A silence fell over the two of you. An uncomfortable one. Spencerâs eyes darted around the apartment, making sure to focus on anything except for you, âSoâŚâ
You immediately cut him off, âIâve done something wrong, havenât I?â
âWhat?â Spencer started a little at your question, âOf course, you havenât. Why would youâŚâ
A sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you, and you fiddled with the hem of the sweater, âYou know you can always tell me if Iâve done something wrong,â you began to ramble. It was a trademark you had whenever you were slightly nervous, âI donât mind. I wonât get mad, or offended, orâŚâ
âHey. Stop,â it was Spencerâs turn to cut you off, âWhy would you think youâve done anything wrong?â
You sighed, and you ran a hand through your wet hair, âSpence, youâve been ignoring me all day.â
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You triumphantly clutched the two movie tickets in your balled up fist, âI did it!â
Derekâs eyes followed the little scraps of paper as you waved them up and down, âGreat. What did you do?â
âI got the tickets! I waited all morning for these!â you excitedly shoved them into Derekâs face, almost punching him straight in the nose, âLook!â
âYeah, I know what movie tickets are,â he swatted your arm away, âWhat are they for?â
âMother!â your voice almost came out as an excited squeal, and it was only after Derek raised an eyebrow at you that you realized how strange your words sounded without context, âItâs a South Korean movie. Theyâre doing a screening of it later this week at a film festival in New York, and they havenât translated it yet, so itâs still entirely in the original language.â
âI didnât know you knew Korean.â
âI donât. At least, not entirely,â you shrugged, âIâm not exactly conversational, but I can understand bits and pieces. I was talking to Spencer about it the other day, and we both decided weâd go together, andâŚâ you paused, eyes narrowing when you saw the smirk Derek was hiding behind his coffee cup, âWhat?â
âNothing.â
âNo. What?â
Derek took a deliberately slow sip of his coffee, âItâs not my place.â
âThatâs quite literally never stopped you before,â you rolled your eyes, âWhatâs wrong? Do you think itâs a bad idea? I mean, I thought heâd enjoy it.â
Derek hummed in amused agreement, âThereâs something heâd enjoy a lot more.â
âDerek. JustâŚâ you were about to respond, but you were interrupted by the chiming of the elevator. Your eyes lit up as Spencer stepped out, âOh! Spence!â you had to jog to catch up with his quick pace, âLook. I managed to get us those tickets. We can go together!â
âI donât think I can.â
Spencerâs answer made you falter, and the smile that had been plastered onto your face dropped, âBut, I thought you were looking forward to seeing it. I am. Itâs not until next week, soâŚâ
âNo. Itâs fine. You go and see it, though. Youâll enjoy it a lot more on your own, Iâm sure.â
You came to a standstill at that, and your mouth hung open as Spencer took a seat at his desk and proceeded to busy himself in a case file that he already had waiting, âWhat was that?â
Derek sidled up to you, âWhat was what?â
âThat,â you waved your hand in Spencerâs direction, âHe brushed me off? I didnât even do anything.â
âOh, you definitely did,â Derek took another one of those suspicious sips of his coffee, âQuite a lot, actually.â
You narrowed your eyes at him, âDerek,â you warned him, âYou sip that coffee like that one more time and itâs going straight out of the window.â
âHey! This was expensive.â
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Spencerâs neck began to turn a shade of pink, and the blush seemed to spread all the way up to the tips of his ears, âI havenât been ignoring you.â
âDonât deny it Spencer. Please. That makes it worse,â you said, âAll day, youâve been avoiding me. Iâve barely managed to speak two words to you without you escaping into the next room.â
Spencer shuffled a little on the spot, avoiding your eyes, âI guess I didnât realize.â
âYeah, I didnât think you did,â with a sigh, you dramatically flopped onto his couch, âI canât even believe Iâm saying this, but Iâd rather you get all passive aggressive with me like you usually do when youâre mad at someone. At least then Iâd know that Iâd done something wrong.â
âYou havenât done anything wrong.â
âIâve obviously done something,â you shot back at him, âYou never ignore anyone. Least of all, me. Itâs like you suddenly hate me.â
âHate you? I could neverâŚâ Spencer trailed off, and he sat down on the couch beside you. There was an undeniable gap between the two of you that you hated, âYou really donât know what you did, do you?â
âIf I did, do you think Iâd be here?â
Spencer sighed, âThe other night, when we all went out after work,â he started, his tone almost hesitant, âWhat do you remember?âÂ
âWe went to O'Keeffe's, and Prentiss got us involved in that drinking game that Iâm sure she was making up on the spot, andâŚâ you froze, âOh. Oh no,â you groaned, âPlease donât tell me I did my Backstreet Boys karaoke set.â
The corners of Spencerâs lips twitched into a smirk at that, âIt was quite good, actually,â he bit back a laugh, âSome interesting choreography, too.â
You groaned again, and you sank into the couch cushions as you buried your face in your hands, âThis is the worst day of my life.â
âThatâs it? You donât remember anything else?â
âNo,â you shook your head, peeking at him through your fingers, âWhat else did I do? Drop some NSYNC into the mix, or something?â your brow furrowed at Spencerâs hesitation, âSpenceâŚâ
âYou kissed me.â
âWhat?!â
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Spencer and Derek were standing out on the busy street, occasionally glancing at the door to O'Keeffe's. The music from inside was still blaring, even though it was 2.am. Most of the team had gone home for the night, leaving only the select few stragglers behind.Â
The door to the bar slammed open, and Spencer and Derek immediately looked in the general direction. Derek snorted out a laugh, and Spencer chuckled, âDo you think theyâre going to be alright?â
Meanwhile, at the door, you and Penelope were stumbling out onto the street. You had your arms thrown around each other, and it was clear that the two of you were struggling to stay standing. You were both the lightweights of the team, âI love you so much, Pen.â
âI love you, too, my sweet angel,â Penelope let go of you momentarily so she could grab your shoulders and shake you, âYou are one of my bestest friends in the whole entire world.â
It was at that moment - the moment where Penelopeâs voice got a little too high-pitched and squeaky - that Derek stepped in, âAlright. Letâs pack it up,â he slid in between the two of you, âI think we best get you two home,â it wasnât a question.
âAnd you,â Penelope whirled on Derek, prodding him in the chest with her index finger, âYou are just the most magnificent person Iâve ever seen,â she cupped his cheeks, squishing them together, âLook at you. You⌠You magnificent Green god of a man.â
âMr. Magnificent,â you followed up with a giggle, puffing out your chest and putting on your best impression of Derek, âLook out. Here comes Mr. Magnificent. Watch your doors.â
âOkay. Alright. As much as Iâm loving this conversation weâre having,â he took hold of Penelopeâs shoulders and firmly began steering her down the street, âYou need to go home.â
âSpeak soon, my love,â you blew a kiss in the general direction that Derek and Penelope had gone off in, and then you turned to Spencer, âLetâs go!â you dramatically pointed in the vague direction of your apartment and strode off.
âWoah! Hey!â Spencer ran to catch up with you, âYouâre not going home on your own.â
âObviously,â you rolled your eyes, and you grabbed Spencerâs wrist, âYouâre coming with me, you silly genius.â
Spencer let out a yelp as you dragged him down the street. He had to apologize profusely to a couple that you almost rammed into, âSlow down,â he called out, âDo you even know where youâre going?â
You paused at that, and you pursed your lips as you tried to string together a coherent thought, âThis way!â you bounded off, though Spencer quickly caught your arm.
âYouâre going the wrong way.â
âNo, Iâm not,â you tried to march off once more, but you stopped a few steps away and swiveled on your heel, âOh.â
Spencer shook his head, an amused smile playing on his lips, âTold you. YouâreâŚâ
âWeâre going the wrong way!â
âWe?!â
For a long moment, you and Spencer wandered through the streets in near silence. The only sound came from you as you hummed a completely out of tune song to yourself. You didnât live far from O'Keeffe's, and you usually couldâve walked the distance in two minutes. It took you close to ten considering how often you decided to stop and take notice of every little thing that caught your eye.Â
At one point, Spencer had to grab your hand and drag you down the street. You didnât mind that, though. Your skin tingled as he squeezed your hand, and it made you giggle. You always were the type to get too giggly and hyper when youâd had too much to drink.
âOh, come on,â Spencer stood in front of the elevator in your apartment building, grumbling in frustration at the âout of orderâ sign that was plastered on the doors, âYou have got to be kidding me.â
âItâs broken.â
âI know itâs broken.â
You collapsed onto the stairs with a soft thud. Your eyes were starting to droop from tiredness, âItâs always broken.â
Spencer sighed and turned to you, another one of those amused smiles lighting up his face as he saw you staring at the ceiling - even though you were staring at absolutely nothing, âAre you even capable of using the stairs right now?â
âI will be if you carry me.â
âIâm not carrying you,â Spencer gently tugged your arm, âCome on. What floor is your apartment on?â
âTenth.â
âOh, forâŚâ he quickly cut himself off, and he pulled you to your feet as he began guiding you up the stairs almost one step at a time, âAlright. Come on, then. Letâs get you home.â
âI donât want to,â you whined, tugging on his hand, âNo. No. I have a secret.â
If you werenât being so cute, then Spencer wouldâve been exasperated by this point. You clearly needed your bed, and he so desperately wanted his, âWhat is it?â
âItâs a secret,â you giggled, and you beckoned him closer, âCome here. Let me whisper it.â
âFine,â Spencer rolled his eyes affectionately, and he took a step closer, âCan you tell me now?â
âNo,â you grabbed his jacket, tugging him so close that his face was right against yours, âThere. Close enough,â you giggled once more, and you leaned in so close that your lips were almost on his ear, âI want to kiss you.â
Spencerâs reaction was as if someone had burned him with a hot iron. He took a step back, and his expression was one of pure, unadulterated shock, âYou⌠You want toâŚâ it wasnât often that you saw Spencer at a loss for words, âYou want to kiss me?!â
You hummed in response, and you clapped your hands excitedly, âYeah! Can I kiss you?â you asked, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet, âBecause I really want to kiss you.â
Spencerâs mouth opened and closed as if he were a fish out of water. It made you laugh harder than you already were, âI⌠IâŚâ Spencer fumbled over his words for a few more seconds, but then he seemed to collect himself. He straightened up, and despite the blush painting his cheeks, his shocked expression morphed into one of delight, âYeah. Okay. You can kiss me.â
The next noise out of your mouth was a squeal, âYay!â you barely gave him a chance to prepare himself before you grabbed his collar and pressed your lips to his. You felt fireworks exploding in your mind, but you werenât entirely sure if they were because of the kiss or the alcohol. Either way, it was quite possibly one of the best moments of your life.
After a few seconds, the kiss broke. Spencer pulled away first, but he seemed reluctant to do so, âI⌠That wasâŚâ
âThat was amazing!â you finished his sentence for him, âI want to do it again. Can we do it again? Pretty please?â
Your plea got a genuine laugh out of Spencer. He was half-tempted to kiss you again, but he shook his head, âNo. Weâre waiting until youâre sober before we do that again,â he took your arm and began helping you up the stairs, âCome on. You need sleep. Youâre going to have the worst hangover in the world tomorrow.â
âNo fair. I hate hangovers,â you whined. You were interrupted when you tripped on the stairs and almost face planted right into the carpet. It was pure luck Spencer caught you before you did, âOw. Who put that there?â
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âOh my God,â all you could really do was stare at Spencer with your mouth wide open. It was a wonder your face wasnât burning, âSpence, IâŚâ everything made so much sense - the strange glances, the teasing comments, all of it - âI am so sorry. IâŚâ
âNo. No. Donât be sorry,â Spencer quickly reassured you, and he placed a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to try and ease the nerves that were creeping through your tone. He closed the distance between you, too, which you appreciated. At least he didnât hate you, âYou donât have to apologise. I⌠I didnât mind.â
You thought youâd finally managed to get over the first wave of shock, but then it all hit you once again, âYou didnât?â
From the moment youâd first walked into the BAU on your very first day, youâd fancied Spencer more than youâd ever fancied anyone ever before. You couldnât explain it. Then, as your working relationship turned into an actual outside-of-work friendship, you decided it was easier to keep quiet about your feelings for him than risk ruining the good relationship that the two of you already had.Â
âBut⌠But I was drunk, andâŚâ
Spencer quirked an eyebrow up at that, âAre you saying you didnât mean it?â
âNo. Of course, I meant it,â you corrected him, immediately faltering when you saw that smug smirk on his face, âShut up,â it was hard to act annoyed when the goofiest grin imaginable was taking over your face, âI didnât think youâd actually kiss me.â
Spencer let out a soft laugh, âYeah, well. You were pretty insistent. Itâs hard to say no to you,â he rubbed his shoulder, wincing a little, âIâm pretty sure you almost broke my shoulder after you shoved me against the door and demanded I kiss you again.â
At that, you sunk as far as you could into the couch cushions as if you were willing to disappear into them, âI hate you,â you attempted to weakly swat at him.â
âYour drunk self says otherwise,â Spencer laughed, deflecting your swat and catching your hand instead, âTo be honest, if you hadnât lost every single one of your inhibitions that night, Iâm pretty sure weâd still be calling this a friendship.â
You couldnât help but laugh at that, âOh? Is that not what this is?â
âI donât know,â Spencer countered, âDo you usually go around kissing your best friends?â
âPersonally, no. But I donât judge, soâŚâ you trailed off, and your eyes flitted to Spencerâs lips for a brief second, âSo, if I clearly didnât mind, and you didnât mind, then does that mean I get to kiss you again? Sober, this time, obviously.â
"Yeah. I suppose thatâs exactly what this means,â Spencer scooted a little closer, and now the gap between the two of you was non-existent, âItâs good to know that youâll actually remember this one.â
You giggled at that comment. You sounded as if you were on cloud nine, and you definitely felt it, too, âYeah. Me too. I canât believe I donât even remember our first kiss,â Spencer was about to kiss you, but you placed a hand on his chest to stop him, âYouâre definitely not mad at me, though, right?â
Spencer chuckled, and he shook his head, âYouâre impossible. Of course, Iâm not mad.â
âGood. Just checking,â you took your hand off his chest, instead choosing to place it on his hip, âYou can kiss me now.â
#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds imagine#spencer reid#spencer reid fanfic#spencer reid x reader#spencer reid imagine#x reader
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The Number You Have Called Cannot Be Reached - Part 15
First |Â Masterlist
Ship: Dead on Main (Danny/Jason) Fandom: DP x DC Summary:
Danny is just trying to build a portal home, becoming a thief was just an unfortunate side effect of that goal. Now if only this vigilante family would just leave him alone. Especially Red Hood - the semi retired crime lord whose ghost-like presence keeps drawing Danny to him.
Danny shouldnât have come back here. It was too risky. They had a way to disable his powers now, and Danny couldnât let his mind dwell on that or he would freeze in terror, he had to focus on the present and not what happened the other night. At present he was looking up at the apartment where Red Helmet had taken him.Â
It could so easily be a trap.Â
But facts. Red Helmet had not stuffed him into a tiny electrified cage while he had the chance. He may of course have thought he had more time before Dannyâs powers returned, but he hadnât taken advantage. Heâd stopped questioning when it was clear Danny wouldnât talk. And- Dannyâs throat closed and he fought a sob - heâd just sat there with him, invited him to lean on him and rested an arm around him.Â
Just thinking about it made him ache with longing. Two days alone, hiding and licking his wounds, had only highlighted his loneliness. Heâd tried to keep busy, to work on the portal, but it was limited how much he could do with a broken wrist. Heâd stolen a brace, something he at least hadnât been discovered at. The feeling of being watched crawled all over his neck whenever he didnât have his back to a wall.Â
Danny just hoped his wrist would grow together right. He couldnât go anywhere to get the position of the bones checked. It wasnât usually something he worried about. His healing was normally so fast and itâd always gone fine. But usually he was hurt in ghost form, not human form. Usually he had a better supply of ectoplasm. His ribs still hurt on deep inhales and it had been more than a month since heâd been crushed underneath Red Helmet on that rooftop.Â
Danny had no clue how long bones took to heal on normal humans.
He didnât know if he should be worried - he was worried. If his wrist didn���t heal right, it would make it harder to work on the portal. Danny needed to finish the portal. For a moment he felt faint as the delay stretched out indefinitely in his mindâs eye, and he had to lean back against the wall behind him to steady himself.
His hands shook as he closed his eyes counting his breaths: in, hold and then out slowly. In again- It would be alright. It was just a minor setback. Hold- He would heal. He would heal fine. And out- He would finish the portal. He would go home.Â
He couldnât dwell. He had to focus on the here and now.
Bricks were digging into his back. Flat pavement was under his shoes. Noise of cars driving through puddles, people walking, someone talking on the phone. City smells in his nose: smog, damp garbage, he wrinkled his nose; someone had pissed somewhere nearby and it was rank. The earlier rain clearly hadnât been kind enough to wash it away.Â
Yeah, that was about all the grounding Danny could take. He blinked open his eyes. The overcast sky left the city gray and dim. Across the road, 5th floor, 7th window counted from the right, that was were Red Helmet had taken him.Â
Danny should not be here. It was objectively a terrible idea.Â
And there he was again, trembling, because this could be a trap (and Danny had had enough of traps). But also he was so fucking tired of feeling like he was a pile of yarn, stacked too high in his arms so bits of him kept rolling off and unwinding and it was all he could do just to pick up the pieces and keep himself together, never mind actually taking a step.
He hated it.Â
What was he even doing here?
He didnât owe Helmet for not trapping him, for not being terrible, for being warm and gentle. Danny grit his teeth. He should not feel guilty for leaving without a word when he discovered his powers were back.
But he did.
Helmet had mentioned something about anger, and that Danny quieted it. He could have been lying, but to what purpose? To capture Danny? Heâd already had him helpless? And heâd seemed genuine, his eyes had seemed so tired and pained, and boy did Danny know tired and pained.Â
Dannyâs longing stretched towards the apartment, before he harshly reeled it in and stuffed it back in his wayward core, ignoring the pain as he did so. That was another thing. Heâd said he felt Dannyâs call for him. Danny was torn about how to feel about that, and until he sorted out his feelings he had to keep a tight lock on what he might be projecting.Â
It also meant Helmet could sense him, possibly from further away than Dannyâs ghost sense detected Helmetâs not-quite ghostliness. At least if he was projecting, which he wasnât. Not right now, and he would keep that locked tight, even if it felt like a hand squeezing his core.Â
The one good thing about Gotham was that not a single person looked twice at some anxious, scruffy looking young man standing too long in one place. Danny picked restlessly at the straps on his brace.Â
He had to make a choice. He either had to go or leave. It was too dangerous to stay out here in the open. He took a step- and left. He cursed himself for his weakness all the way back to his lair.
He returned the next day to the same pointless, time wasting result.
The day after that he forced himself to not set his feet on the ground. Invisibly, he flew right up to the wall next to the window. The drapes were still drawn, on all the windows that had to belong to this apartment. His ghost sense didnât activate, even this close, but that didnât have to mean anything. Danny could only detect Helmet like that, the apartment could be crawling with the rest of the vigilantes.Â
It could still so easily be a trap, just waiting for him to stick his head through the wall.
He reminded himself that Helmet already had had his chance to capture him, he hadnât take advantage. But that was the logical side of his brain and the paranoid one yelled so much louder. Danny was not a stranger to cruel tricks of pretend compassion.Â
Still, this was the third day heâd been back here, and he couldnât go on like this. He needed to know. One way or another, he needed to know for his own peace of mind. For his core which wouldnât fucking quit it with the longing; single minded pile of useless instincts, is what it was.Â
It didnât mean he had to be risky about it. Heâd spent a while thinking about it and if it was a trap, theyâd expect him to come through the outer wall. Danny had other options.Â
Mentally apologizing to whoever was the upstairs neighbor Danny slid through the wall of that apartment instead - thankfully it didnât seem anyone was home. Danny lowered his shoulders in relief, and flew across the similar open floor plan, when he reached the kitchen, he halted in the air.Â
He took a deep steadying breath, refusing to dwell anymore. If something he happened it happened and he would deal with it - one way or another. Then he stuck his head through the floor.Â
It took a moment for him to orient himself, but most importantly he quickly discovered the apartment was empty. And as he looked over to the drape covered windows, nothing seemed to indicate a set trap. He let out the breath heâd been holding in a suddenly exhausted sigh, as the tension left him.Â
Something caught his eyes on the kitchen island. He tilted his head, not believing his eyes. That was his backpack! Just sitting there, innocent as if it belonged there and Danny hadnât lost it and several days worth of food. Danny slid the rest of the way down through the ceiling and absently righted himself as he went. He dared not set down his feet on anything.Â
Carefully, he floated over to the backpack and inspected it, not daring to touch it. It was definitely his and not a well made copy. He ran his hands methodically through it intangibly searching for trackers and other technology that could have been hidden in its weave. There was nothing. For all intents and purposes that was his backpack, though of course his phone wasnât in there anymore.Â
Impulsively, he grabbed it and hugged it to his chest. He closed his eyes as he tried to breathe steadily. He was not gonna cry. It was just a stupid old bag - but it was also one of the few things heâd had of home and heâd thought he would never see it again.Â
When he got himself back under control, he realized there was more on the table. His brain refused to comprehend what he was seeing because it just couldnât be. Hesitantly he reached out and picked up the metal cylinder; the spectral calibrator. It just couldnât be. Why would it be here? It had to be left on purpose, but why?
There was a yellow post-it note stuck to it and Danny rotated it until he could read, expecting an explanation of sorts, instead it just said in all-caps âFOOD IN THE FRIDGE.â
Bewildered Danny looked to the fridge. Heâd honestly not even noticed its presence before, it had just been part of the kitchen backdrop, like the sink, the stove and the numerous cupboards.
He put the spectral calibrator in the backpack and put it on, just in case he needed to make a quick exit then floated over to the fridge. It looked like a regular fridge. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Gingerly he opened it, ready to go intangible at any moment. He let the door swing open, waiting, but nothing happened.
The fridge was well-stocked with bottles of water as well as pop and electrolyte drinks. There were also two shelves with shrink wrapped sandwiches right at the height of Dannyâs head. They were labelled: chicken-bacon, ham-cheese, egg, tuna, falafel and dated with todays date. Helmet had been here today. Dannyâs eyes were wide as he looked from the selection to the post-it heâd left on the table. It was an offer to take something, right?Â
But why? Why would he do that? Why would he leave Dannyâs bag here and the calibrator? What game was this?
Hesitantly, he picked out a water bottle and turned it around in his hands. It was sealed and didnât look like it had been tampered with. He picked out more random bottles. Everything seemed fine. The sandwiches could have been tampered with. They could be drugged. But that wouldnât be a problem as long as he took the sandwiches with him. If he got knocked out for a few hours in his lair that didnât matter.Â
It seemed unlikely they would poison him after all that trouble theyâd gone through to capture him. So at most it would probably be something to put him to sleep.Â
Exhaustion hitting him suddenly, he realized heâd been using his powers too long. Letting gravity take him, he leaned against the kitchen island behind him. His vision swam a bit as he wiped sweat off his brow. That was the trouble with having a human body, gravity did actually exist for it. It felt a bit like heâd run a marathon.Â
He let out a slow breath, debating, then grabbed a bottle of cola - he recognized the Zesti brand. He could use the sugar.
The sugar worked fast. Eating something substantial would be better, but Danny was not eating anything here. He started packing sandwiches into his bag and a couple more of the Zesti bottles. And when he felt he shouldnât burden itâs old seams anymore, he stopped.Â
Potentially drugged or not, eating something other than dry granola bars would be good.Â
He left and like a coward, he was glad Helmet hadn't actually been there; even if Danny still hadn't figured out what his deal was. That was future Danny's problem now.
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Yeah I don't know what's with my strange productivity either, next part is also nearly done but then we'll run into a good deal of stuff that's just plain unwritten.
Also do you have any idea how hard it was to get Danny to go into that apartment? He's just so cursed skittish, this part wasn't meant to be this long - my notes for this was just basically "Danny goes back to the apartment to find his backpack, the calibrator and food left for him" - sigh.
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Y'know how in the old comics, the 'Cap is a Comic book character' AU is basically canon?
Ok, so. Imagine that in Fawcett, Toonforce is an actual and reacurring thing. And outside of it's universe, it's not. Meanwhile Gothamites and others would pick up Fawcett comics and be like 'Oh wow, that would never happen!' when a character runs a mile in the air before looking down and actually falling, Fawcitizens will pick up a DC book, look at all the real physics and the like, and go 'Huh. That's weird. Why did they fall down immediatly?'
Bonus points if mythical creatures are extremely rare in the DC universe to the point people don't think they exist, meanwhile in Fawcett's universe it's so commonplace to see a unicorn, dragon, griffin or talking animal that they find it curious that on the DC comics they read, there are never any of the creatures present in Fawcett, like, at all. What do you mean there's no talking Tigers with suits walking around? In Fawcett, everyone knows at least one talking animal! (Mostly Tawny)
Also, how would the 'Hero from a literal comic book' go? Would the comics be banned from any viewing to keep secret identities? Since, well, if Lex knew Billy's identity from the comic someone gave to him, what stops the public at large to also know? Would the League let Billy in, on the accounts he's overpowered due to his cartoonish antics? Would they know his identity at all? I mean, he could be just a really good cosplayer. It's a good identity cover!
Imo it would be also very fun to play around the idea of 'Oh yeah, this is our resident Dimension traveller, we keep up with him through the comic books.'
And if they knew, how funny would it be for an ACTUAL comic book character being in your superhero team? Imagine some villain knocks Cap down, for sure that he's done for, only to look behind them and find Cap being all like 'Sheesh! I'm glad i'm not that guy!' and the hole were Marvel once laid in, very injured, is now nowhere to be seen!
Interviewer: âSo, are the rumors true? You have a new mysterious League member?â
Superman: âYes! His name's Captain Marvel, and he was the one to help us out on the latest major villain attack, as some of us were off-world.â
Interviewer: â..Captain Marvel? Isn't that the name of that one comic book character?â
Superman, smiling sheepishly: âWell, Captain Marvel sure is a common superhero name, is it not?â
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Dp x Dc or just Dp things I (personally) want to see more of.
Just some stuff I've seen and really liked but never see enough of.
Danny is very casually a genius and/or skilled (engineering, gymnastics, really any skill you pick):
There isn't enough of it tbh. I dont think people realise just how smart and skilled he is. Being a ghost probably made him very flexible and gave him extra abilities the average human may not have. Also he comes from a family of scientists, yeah maybe up against them he doesn't seem smart, but being "smart" comes in different forms. More often than not the ability to be smart comes from your ability to pick up on things, retain information, understand information, and use that information accordingly. Danny does that, especially with his villains. He even finds outside the box ways to defeat his villains. Like tricking Freakshow into becoming a ghost.
I just think its under utilized. A lot of Teen heros are geniuses but no one ecknowledges it. Hell, you can make it that Danny doesn't even realise just how smart he is. He doubts it and often thinks he's one of the dumber people in the room. But when sleep deprived and running on a cup of coffee he can solve a problem he hasn't even seen before the konk out for an hour.
Danny has BEEF with the JL or isn't outright a fan:
In a lot of fics the JL (especially Batman) are huge hypocrites. Like they'll barge into Amity trying to solve problems that don't even effect them, screw things up more, then offer Danny more training. Hello????? You guys being there caused the problem???? Then, in other things Batman preaches about territory and Danny will get threatened or treated with suspicion for even stepping foot NEAR Gothem, but then barges into his territory like its his buisness.
Let Danny call them out. Let him point out that everything has been fine untill they showed up. Let him get MAD. This is HIS territory, HIS haunt, HIS people. These guys have done nothing for him! Why should he accept their help when their help only makes things worse? In fics where they help him because he needed it and ended up in Gotham let him be suspicious and careful. He doesn't need to be vivasected or hurt to be warry of the crime fighting furries he just met.
Mans has the experience to know you can't trust anyone untill they prove you can.
Danny should be casually overpowered and spooky:
This isn't even he has to be experienced. He is so used to his powers he doesn't realise how scary it is. He will casually stop a punch from superman, laugh, quipe, then punch back.
He accidentally breaks stuff, walks through things, glows, its so normal for him. He apologizes and does it again because he forgot. He genuinly has no idea how strong he is, he just knows he needs to be soft on humans.
Danny and Phantom are very different personalities:
I'm not saying they're two different people. They have the same mind same person. But the way they act is so different. Danny is grumpy, quiet, whimpy. Danny is a loser, and everyone knows it. Phantom, on the other hand, is confident, he jokes, smiles, makes a game out of his struggles, he's strong. Phantom is just a good guy. Everyone (minus others) loves him!
This happens because Danny is more comfortable as Phantom or Vise Versa. Sertant trates carry over, they're nerds, they're smart, they enjoy a good pun, they're sassy. But because Danny is a loser everyone sees it as lame, but with Phantom its endearing.
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None of this means you need to get rid of silly nerdy Danny. You can have that but all these other things ad depth to his character. Hes smart but not confident, he's kind but not naive, he's powerful but not violent, and he finds comfort in the fact no one knows him.
Idk. I'm not a big fanfic writer so i thought i would just share and see what others do with it.
#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc prompt#dp x dc#dpxdc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom#batman#dc comics#writing#text post#funtime speaketh#just some of my thoughts#personal stuff no one has to actually follow#just putting it out there
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jason todd as a meta character (meta as in a story being aware it's a story not as in the dc version of mutants) is so fascinating to me because he doesn't even know he's doing it, he's just criticising the structures in universe, which has the power to bring the whole thing down because batman as a franchise relies on systemic oppression and cruelty and the broken system never being fixed and the status quo never changing. batman has to be a failure in order to be a success, he can never truly make any meaningful change in gotham because that would mean the end of the story, and jason is doing media criticism from inside the media.
the point of him truly can be summed up in two words: fuck batman. because yeah, existing as a comic book character must be kind of horrifying, actually. they can rewrite your life as many times as they want, kill you on a whim because robin isn't popular with readers anymore, then drag you back out of your grave, reach into your mind, and change your past so that everything bad that's ever happened to you was your own fault all along.
let him out of the comic book.
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Love, The Man Under the Hood
Part 2 of The Man Under the Hood (requested by @fried4chicken)
Pairing: Jason Todd x fem!reader
Summary: After learning that Jason Todd is the Red Hood, he tells you everything.
Warnings: angst, mentions of death in nightmares, fluff, comfort at the end, lots of Jason Todd storyline spoilers (Batman: Under the Red Hood spoilers for sure)
Word Count: 1.8k+ words
A/N: Ignore the fact that this pic is a different Jason than the pic for the first part. I didn't use a specific one while writing so just pick your fav! (Mine's WFA Jason!)
Picture from Pinterest
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âBut you can protect me. Right, red?â
Jason wanted to tell you about everything, but you figured it out before he could. After a frightening encounter with the Red Hood, you learned that the big, unreadable guy who terrified you was the same one who held you and comforted you afterward.
Now, though, Jason knows that he was right from the beginning. Regardless of what Dick said or the fact that you stayed beside him after your life-changing realization, Jason shouldnât have told you. Not because he doesnât love or trust you but because he put you in danger. He failed to protect you from himself, Gotham, and the people who made him what he is.
âYou didnât protect me, red,â you whisper weakly.
âHold on for me,â Jason begs.
Your blood coats his hands, and the light in your eyes dims before Jason wakes. Alone in his apartment, he pulls his legs up and drops his head heavily into his hands. Itâs a new nightmare, but losing you forever hurts worse than watching you walk out of the door.
Jason looks at his phone beside him. His heart begs him to call you, to hear your voice and know without a doubt that you are okay, but his mind says no. He already put a target on your back and wonât bring you closer to the Red Hood than he has to.
Your life hasn't changed much since you discovered Jason Todd is Red Hood. You havenât talked to him about his vigilantism as you work through your questions alone. You continue inviting Jason into your life and home regardless of your questions or doubts. He told you the moment you first called him red that he would wait for you, and in the meantime, Jason would take what he could get. Neither of you want to lose each other, but the nagging questions in your mind â Why didnât he tell me? What really happened when we were kids? â threaten to push you away from him.
As you walk home after a late night at work, questions about Jason, his âdeath,â and Red Hood fill your mind. Youâre only drawn from your answerless wonderings by someone moving in the shadows. Gotham may be full of vigilantes, but it will never be safe.
You remove your phone from your pocket and press Jasonâs contact, increasing your speed as it rings. The line connects nearly immediately.
âHey,â Jason answers. âYou okay?â
âYeah. Just walking home. Donât want another incident like last time.â You try to keep your voice steady, but it shakes when you turn and notice someone behind you. âJay?â
âIâm here.â
âI think someoneâs following me.â
âWhere are you?âÂ
His voice drops as if heâs speaking through the hood. You make another surprise turn, and the man behind you seems closer now.
âRed,â you whisper quickly.
âWeâre on the way,â Jason promises. âTalk to me.â
âIâm sorry,â you admit. âIâm sorry for not talking to you, but I was scared.â
âIÂ know.â
âNot of you.â
âIÂ know.â
âHeâs getting closer.â
âBreathe,â Jason demands. âNothing is going to happen to you.â
âIÂ trust you.â
As soon as you say it, Red Hood and Nightwing drop from a fire escape and land at your side. You feel safe standing between them, knowing who one is and suspecting the other. That doesnât mean you throw caution aside, so you duck behind Jasonâs shoulder.
âI got this,â Nightwing says quickly.
âLetâs go,â Jason tells you as he turns toward you. âHold on.â
He wraps an arm around your waist, and your arms circle his shoulders. When he tightens his grip to pin you tightly against his chest, you nod. He raises a hand and fires a grappling hook over his head. You close your eyes against the wind over Gotham and squeeze them tightly until you feel solid ground beneath your feet.
âI got ya,â Jason murmurs.
You blink your eyes open slowly but only see Jasonâs mask.Â
âThank you,â you whisper.
The red hood before you nods once before he takes your hand to lead you to your apartment. Itâs less than a block away, and as Jason enters your window, you know youâre ready to talk about everything.
âI have to go,â Jason says suddenly. âThey-â
âGo,â you reply. You lay your hands on his shoulders and tilt your chin to kiss his mask. âIâll be here when youâre done. If you want.â
âIâll be back,â Jason promises.
He disappears out of your window but ensures it locks behind him before he jumps over the railing of your fire escape. You watch the window for a while after he leaves, and when you finally turn away to change out of your work clothes, you smile. You love Red Hood because of the man under the mask.
Red Hood moves silently through Gotham, but Jasonâs mind is on you. You kissed his mask, which solidifies his belief that you love him. You love Jason, so you accept Red Hood because of that love. The big, unreadable guy you ran from was your first call when you were in danger. Being in a position to help you today eliminates part of Jasonâs memory of scaring you. Now that he has been seen with you and approached you as someone Red Hood cares about, a target is being drawn on your back. And it looks suspiciously like his mask.
Three quick taps to your window draw your attention away from the news report about Batman. You turn off the television as you stand. The moment you raise the window, Jason climbs inside. He forces the window back down before he pulls his helmet off, and you smile at the sight of the domino mask underneath.
âHello there,â you murmur as he peels the mask away from his eyes.
âHey, pretty girl.â
You shake your head at Jasonâs flirtation but step closer to him. He pulls you into a warm, comfortable hug, and you sigh as you relax against his chest.
âThank you,â you say again as Jason leads you toward your couch.
âDick did all the hard work,â Jason deflects, turning away from your attention.
âI knew it was Dick,â you whisper.
Jason sits back with an arm around your shoulders. You lean against him; you want to stay close and crave his comfort more than anything. Not because youâre scared but because you love him.Â
Your touch helps Jason, too, and he falls asleep on your couch. You could get used to this, welcoming him into your arms after he goes on patrol. Jason is important to you, and he deserves to know why you stepped back even after accepting his formerly violent counterpart. After kissing his forehead, you lie beside him and quickly fall asleep. No matter how good Jason thinks you are for him, heâs better for you.
âWhat did you do?â you accuse.
âI did it to protect you!â Jason replies. âI love you.â
âThis isnât love.â
Jason steps toward you with his hands outstretched. The fear you showed when you first met the Red Hood returns as you flinch away from him.
âIâm not going to hurt you,â Jason promises. His voice breaks as he watches you step back.
âIÂ wish I could believe you.â
Jason thrashes beside you, and itâs impossible to ignore on the small couch. When he mumbles, âNo, no. Iâm sorry,â you move off the couch. Kneeling beside his head, you keep your hands away from him as you try to wake him.
âJason,â you say. âJay, baby.â
You lay your fingertips on his arm, and Jason wakes quickly. He grabs your wrist gently as his eyes meet yours.Â
âYouâre still here,â Jason whispers.
âOf course. Iâm not going anywhere, Jay,â you reply.
Jason sits up and pulls you against him. You move your knees to either side of his thighs to hold his head to your chest.
âIt was just a dream,â you soothe.
You push your fingers through his hair as your heartbeat comforts Jason. His grip tightens on you as he pushes his head closer to you.
âIâve had nightmares,â he begins quietly. âSince I came back to Gotham. You always left. You saw me for who I really am and then you left. But, last night⌠you died, and then today you flinched away from me like the first time. I canât lose you.â
âYou wonât,â you promise firmly. You pull back, keeping your hands on Jasonâs cheek as you sit back to look at him. âIâm right here.â
âIÂ was Robin. The second one, uh, after Dick. Bruce and I followed the Joker.â Jason pauses and takes a shaky breath.
âItâs okay,â you whisper as Jason quiets. âTake your time, Jay.â
âHe killed me. Bruce let him kill me. And then, suddenly, I was back. But the Lazarus Pit, the thing that resurrected me, put this storm in my mind that never ended. All I wanted was revenge, but you were always in my mind. So, I came back and found you as soon as I could. Since then, every time I close my eyes, I dream about losing you⌠I canât lose you, I wonât. Thatâs why when Dick told me to tell you, I said no. He said you loved me through worse, but- but Iâm not the man you think I am.â
âDick was right,â you interject. âI loved you through everything, Jay. Including your death. When I lost you, I lost a piece of myself. But you came back. You came back to me, Jay.â
âI shouldnât have. That pit ruined me.â
âIt didnât.â Jason shakes his head, and you brush your thumbs over his cheeks as you repeat, âIt didnât. Youâre still Jason. And I still love you.â
âIâm putting you in danger just by being near you.â
âAnd Iâm not letting you leave. Not again.â
âWhat if I can never be the Jason I was before?â
âPeople change, no matter what. I love you, Jason, and you will always be my Jason Todd.â
âI can protect you from Gotham, from the Joker, all of it. But you- youâve been protecting me from the storm in my mind since I came back.â
âAnd I always will. Whether Iâm looking at this pretty face or the red mask,â you promise. âI stopped talking about it because I thought you were doubting me, you would have told me if you wanted me to know, but I found out on my own. Whatever I thought was wrong, I know that. All that matters right now is that I love you, Jason.â
âI love you more,â he replies.
You smile and lean forward to meet Jason halfway. Kissing him is safe and makes you feel loved. Now that you know everything (including Batmanâs secret identity), you will never doubt why Jason kept secrets from you when he returned. You love Jason Todd, the man under the mask, and every part of him.
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I hate it when people make the DC characters feel scared of Phantom. Or when they make them freak out over how crazy his life is
Most of the characters would just go âOh a Ghost King! That's coolâ and either attack, befriend or ignore
They always write Dick to be the responsible one when he's not. If he saw this child he wouldn't go âOmg he's so young!!! Poor baby!!!â he'd go âOh god no please don't let B see this oneâ and then âHey this one's kind of fucked up. I'm going to keep it for a while to see what happens wish me luckđ¤â
Or when they make the JL freak out about him. Guys, Flash is able to break reality, time travel, destroy the multiverse and more. If he finds out Danny is Dick's clone or something he'd go âagain? How many clones are there?â and just vibe with it
Danny would be so happy to find people who just don't give a shit about how weird he is. He only has his friends and sister and they're just. Three people. This boy needs mental help and everyone freaking out about him isn't helping. He's just vibing with his new also overpowered friends
âYeah so I'm half dead. I was killed by a ghost portal that opened right where I was, and instead of actually killing me it brought me back to life. I'm a ghost possessing its own body. Sometimes if I feel too weak I'll look the way I looked when I died â with my chest half open and my eyes bleeding. My blood is green. I will probably see everyone I love die. Wild, right?â
âOh yeah! I've got my own experience with dying. It sucks, man. It's funny for the fastest man alive to not have been able to outrun death lmao. Speedsters also age really weirdly. I'm a married adult with two children but I look like I'm 18. But then later I look like I'm 30. And then 20. And then 40. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll look into the mirror and won't recognize who I see hahaâ
âTalking about body horror! I don't know if I'm the real me. I've created so many mes (the scout thingies) that I can't tell if I'm the original one or not. Maybe I died, and I'm the only thing that remains of me, and I would never be able to tell. I could be being tortured right at this moment. I could be trapped in the speedforce. And no one would ever know because I'm right here, but if I'm not me then they'd live with an imposter by their sideâ
âAhh, body horror. My old friendâ
(they're all on the verge of a panic attack)
Danny, glowing with a green light at 3am in the kitchen: Hey what the fuck are you doing here
Green Lantern, also glowing with a green light: I live here you fuck
Danny: Shit this isn't my house??
#danny phantom#dc#dc comics#justice league#batfam#batman#the flash#flashfam#green lantern#âdanny get off the ceiling. don't you hiss at me. do u think i've never seen someone open themselves up before. get back hereâ#danny still jumpscares them a lot#âhi what's up- jeSUS FUCK WHERE DID YOU COMR FROMâ#he can never jumpscare the speedsters because they always see him coming#everything's so slow for them they'd be able to tell he's there because they see him slowly appeat#appear*#Danny's mad about it >:(#also he can never get a reaction from batman?? that guy's poker face is amazing#dc x dp#dc x dp crossover#dp x dc#dick grayson#wally west#bart allen#danny fenton#guess which green lantern it is. g u e s s#(i have no clue either)#ghost king danny#ghost king danny is so cool. we need more of him#SOME of you guys always make either danny or some of the dc characters so ooc#avis talks
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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
#jason todd#danny phantom#ao3 fanfic#crossover fanfiction#danny fenton#dc universe#dp x dc crossover#red hood#dad hood
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