#crossover danuary week 2022

[jadenoryuu]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Danny Phantom, Pocket Monsters | Pokemon - All Media Types, Pocket Monsters: Black 2 & White 2 | Pokemon Black 2 & White 2 Versions Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Danny Fenton & Frostbite, Frostbite & Danielle "Dani" Phantom Characters: Danny Fenton, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Frostbite (Danny Phantom) Additional Tags: Mentioned Sam Manson, Mentioned Tucker Foley, Mentioned Reshiram, Half-Froslass Danny, Half-Froslass Dani, Isshu-chihou | Unova Region (Pokemon), Lacunosa Town, Mystery, Suspense, Legendary Pokemon, Friendship, Family, Mentor Frostbite, Team Plasma (Pokemon), Guys in White - Freeform, (both mentioned) - Freeform, Mention of Cult Brainwashing, Mention of Past Abuse, I swear this story isn't about them it was just GiW's modus operandi, that's why it's only mentioned Series: Part 7 of The Dragon's Danuary Xover 2022 Summary:

"Danny couldn’t believe that he had been convinced to follow his new sister starter’s plan. Sneaking out at night, leaving behind both his friends and Pokémon teammates spelled as a spectacularly bad idea, above all if the town they were in was rumored to host its own brand of monster." Or: When the trio and their Pokémon heard the legend around the reason of Lacunosa Town curfew, the Phantom Duo decides to investigate. Is it just a silly superstition or there's really something lurking among the streets at night? [Sequel of "Blessing Sun & Moon"]

@amorpho Danuary Week 2022 ended 12 days ago, but I didn't forget!

Behold, the Extra Day right on Darwin Day! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Hope you all enjoy this even if it's late!

[goodfish-bowl]

A Machete and a Silver Chain

Danny Phantom and Gravity Falls Crossover

Summary: Dipper knows something is off with that new guy working the night shift at the only gas station in Gravity Falls, Danny.

AO3 Link

Words: 1927

Notes: Was supposed to be for Crossover Danuary Week 2022, but meh, better (super) late than never.

Dipper wanted proof. He craved it. He wanted to show Mabel that the cute guy she’d been doting on for the past few days was a threat. Dipper had the insatiable need to prove that Danny, the night shift employee at the only gas station in Gravity Falls, wasn’t human.

This Danny guy had started working there some time a few weeks after the twins had arrived in Gravity Falls. Candy and Grenda had quickly told Mabel about the development, including all the rumors. Danny was from out of town, looked to be in his teens, but when asked, said he was 18. No one knew him, he was a complete stranger. He never gave a last name, only to call him Danny. No one even had an idea where he lived, but the only time he was ever seen was late at night, working his shift at the gas station desk.

Now, when Dipper had first met the guy, he’d seemed nice (Wendy seemed to like him an uncomfortable amount, which only upset himself further, not that he would admit it,) but he sent chills down Dipper’s spine when those striking blue eyes stared at him a second too long. Mabel immediately fell in love (despite the fact that the guy was clearly not interested and at least a couple years older than her), but that wasn’t really surprising. The trio of girls giggled and gossiped about him, making up all sorts of stories about who he was and where he came from. Dipper was forced to listen to as many different iterations of cheesy romance tropes as he could remember. Runaway prince, undercover agent, runaway undercover agent, runaway undercover agent that was actually a prince…

“Maybe he’s a vampire or something?” Dipper threw out there.

Mable gasped, “I wonder if he sparkles in the sunlight?!”

“No!” Dipper exclaimed, “Vampire’s are dangerous, Mabel, and they definitely don’t sparkle.” Dipper quickly brought out his journal, quickly flipping to the page on vampires and shoved it in his twin's face. “See?! Dangerous! Vampires only look attractive so he can lure you away and eat you!”

“But the danger, Bro Bro, it makes the romance so much sweeter… a forbidden romance…” Mabel swooned, and the other two girls joined in.

Dipper groaned in agony, “Fine! Get yourself eaten. I’m going to actually do something about this!” He declared, jumping from his position on the bed and stumbling out of the room.

Dipper rushed through the Mystery Shack, nearly falling down the stairs, nearly tripping Grunkle Stan, punched in the code to the vending machine, and rushed into the hidden spaces below.

“Grunkle Ford!” Dipper called once the elevator reached the second floor.

“Ah, Dipper,” Grunkle Ford greeted, “Just in time! I could really use your help cleaning-”

Dipper cut off Grunkle Ford before he could get much farther, flipping to the page he had just shown to Mabel, and showing Grunkle Ford in turn.

“I think the new guy at the gas station is a vampire,” Dipper stated.

“Oh?” Grunkle Ford hummed, hand on his chin. “It’s been a while since I’ve heard of a vampire in Gravity Falls. They typically prefer more populated areas, but I suppose an isolated town in the middle of the woods has its own benefits,” Ford mused. “Can you describe him?”

Dipped nodded, “Yeah, um…” Dipper thought back on his meeting with Danny, “He’s really pale, he most likely says he’s older than he is. No one ever sees him during the day, only during his shift at the gas station. No one knows where he lives…” Dipper tried to think of something else, when another memory resurfaced, “His hands are super cold! Like holding onto something frozen. He didn’t show his teeth when he smiled. Oh, oh, oh! And his eyes! They’re really blue, but they do that thing, like a cat! Where they glow!” Dipper had almost fainted when the lights flickered and he saw bright green eyes in the dark, not that he was going to tell Grunkle Ford that.

Grunkle Ford seemed to think about it for a moment, “Yep, that sounds like a vampire, alright. Dipper, do you remember how to get rid of a vampire?” Ford asked.

Dipper pondered for a moment before answering, trying not to look at the book for the answer. ”Wooden stake or silver?” He guessed.

Ford grinned, “Those will hurt the vamp, but not kill it. To kill a vampire you need to behead it.”

Dipper paled, “Behead?!”

Ford sighed, tired but sympathetic. “Vampires are dangerous, Dipper,” Ford explained, “If we don’t get rid of him, he could hurt a lot of people, that’s not even counting the people he might have already killed.”

Dipper gulped, not liking the idea, but agreeing that it sounds reasonable, “Alright, I guess. But we have to make sure first. Do you have anything for that?”

Ford hummed in thought, snapping when he obviously had an idea, and began rummaging through some drawers in the lab. Dipper watched anxiously. He really hoped Ford wouldn’t just outright kill Danny. Sure, Danny could be a dangerous vampire, but he could also just be a weirdly creepy guy. Dipper didn’t like the idea of hurting someone who didn’t deserve it. (Dipper didn’t want to think about how Ford probably wouldn't have checked to make sure Danny is a vampire first if he hadn’t mentioned it.)

Ford pulled out a thick silver chain with a cross dangling from it with a triumphant shout. “Silver! It won’t kill him, but it will certainly do the trick of proof. The cross is iron too. Won’t hurt a vamp, but it works on a lot of other things,” Ford explained, and Dipper mentally jotted down notes. (He would physically jot them down later.)

Ford checked the clock, “Six o-clock, sun sets in a couple of minutes,” Ford turned to him, “Are you ready?”

Dipper nodded, swallowing his doubt and the dreadful feeling in his stomach that something bad was going to happen.

Dipper carefully watched Danny through the window to the gas station. Neither Dipper nor Ford could find out how Danny had arrived, he had just walked out of the back like he had been there the entire time. (They’d been staked out here for about an hour and a half, watching people come and go, Danny had only been on shift for about a third of it.) Ford was waiting until the lull in late night activity, so that there were very little chance of them being interrupted should something go south. Mabel was most definitely asleep by now, but Dipper was helping people, so he’d stay awake for as long as it took.

Ford gave Dipper a light shove somewhere around 1:30 am, jolting the boy away from his half-doze. Dipper gave a small, started yelp at the sudden contact, only to be shoved quickly down by Ford. Danny was looking over in their direction, eyes narrowed. Dipper stiffened, there was no way a normal person would have heard that. Ford and Dipper stayed frozen for what could have easily been twenty minutes, before Danny went back to paying attention to whatever he was doing on the laptop set up in front of him.

Ford handed Dipper a machete when it was time, one that was sharp and light enough for him to use. He still held it unsteadily.

“Hide it under your jacket. I’ll be the one to check, you’re my back up,” Ford ordered, and Dipper nodded, slipping the machete into the back of his jacket.

They emerged from their hiding spot and casually walked into the gas station, a small bell announcing their arrival. Danny looked up for a split second, blue eyes piecing them, before he returned to his work. Dipper still felt like he was being carefully watched, the uncomfortable chill of the machete against his shirt feeling like it was burning him. Ford beckoned him to a place between the shelves and away from the cameras, a blind spot, then began gesturing with his hands in some sort of code.

Ford agreed that there was something up with Danny. Dipper was supposed to stay crouched down until Ford signaled him. Ford was going to approach Danny now.

“Young man, could you take a look at something for me real quick?” Ford asked, pretending to be the old man he really was.

“Huh?” Danny asked, looking up somewhat surprised, “Sure, I guess?”

“I have this old chain, and the clasp is broken, but my eyes aren’t what they used to be. Do you think you could latch it for me?”

Danny shrugged, “Sure thing.”

Ford pressed the silver chain into Danny’s hand. No reaction. Danny looked at the chain.

“Huh, this is quite the piece,” Danny hummed. Then he went to grab the cross to get a better look at the cross.

Danny let out a startled gasp when he made contact with it, yanking back his hand in shock. The cross had burned him, not the chain. Ford lunged all the same, easily clearing the counter, and making a grab to pin Danny on the ground. Danny shouted and grunted, trying to get Ford off of him and Dipper rushed out of his position and gave the machete to Ford across the counter. He couldn’t see the fight on the ground behind the counter, but from the sound of it, Ford was barely able to keep Danny down.

In that second when he handed off the machete, Dipper got a glimpse of the situation. Ford had his arm pinned against Danny’s throat, who was snarling back, sharpened canines snapping and scratching at Ford trying to escape, eyes blown wide in panic and doused in a toxic green Dipper had never seen before. Ford snatched the machete and held it to Danny’s neck, the point drawing a thin line of blood. Danny froze, muscles still drawn taunt, and Ford rasped on top of him, holding Danny in place.

“I don’t know what you are,” Ford growled, “but the only beings I know that are burned by pure iron are much more dangerous than vampires.”

Danny didn’t say anything, probably due to the machete at his neck, and Ford’s attention seemed to be drawn to something Dipper couldn’t see.

“I wasn’t hurting anyone,” Dipper heard Danny whisper, sad and solemn, but it was nearly drowned out by Ford’s startled shout,

Ford shot to his feet and snapped his head around, looking for something. Ford easily cleared the counter, and Dipper glanced over it. Danny was gone… but he had been there just a second ago. He had heard the creepy teen speak. But no one was there now. Ford rushed through the gas station for a minute or two, looking for someone that wasn’t there, before slumping in on himself with a tired sigh.

“Grunkle Ford,” Dipper asked hesitantly, “What happened?”

“He got away,” Ford admitted, exhausted,“He slipped right through the floor once he was able to gain his bearings. I don’t think he’ll be coming back here anytime soon either.” Ford glanced at the machete and approached Dipper. “But this wasn’t a wasted trip, look.”

Dipper glanced at the blood on the tip of the machete. It was red and green, a neon toxic green to be exact, but neither was able to fully mix with each other, creating a marbled effect.

“Do you know what Danny is?” Dipper asked, almost fearing the answer.

Ford looked down, shoulders tense and jaw clenched.

“Dangerous.”

[this-is-z-art-blog]

↳ Day 9, Pokemon - I asked @jus-a-lil-mouse for thoughts on which Pokemon to use here and their explanation for why it had to be Mimikyu almost made me cry

Also, I FINISHED! And only a few days late :P

[apinklion01]

Hallway of Possibilities

Isekai

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@amorpho

Midoriya’s eyes cracked open to the sight of a sunny day. A bird flew overhead, trees rustled in the wind, and he felt the grass underneath his hands.

‘I’m in a park? I don’t remember us heading over to one…’

‘...Wait.’

Midoriya shot up but immediately winced as he felt pulses of pain on his head. ‘I guess I fell pretty hard… where are the others?’

“...H-Hello?” He said in a shaky voice before he gasped.

He just spoke in English.

“Did I just- I-Is that my voice?” He shook his head and spoke again. “Guys? A-Are you here?”

“Midoriya?” A voice called over in a familiar, yet strange, English voice.

“Jirou? Oh I-I’m glad you’re here,” Midoriya answered, getting up to greet his classmate. “Do you remember h-how we got here?”

“Nah, not a thing,” she answered.

“Midoriya, Jirou?” Mina’s voice called before she ran and Kirishima ran up from behind them.

“You two know what’s going on?” Jiro asked.

“Nope,” Kirishima answered. “All I know is that my head hurts.”

“So who else is-” Midoriya started before another shout came from.

“Hey guys, we’re here too!” Kaminari yelled, Todoroki standing nearby, plugging his ears.

“Ouch,” he muttered.

“Oops, sorry dude.”

“Let me guess, you guys don’t know where we are either?” Mina asked.

“Beats me,” Kaminari answered, shrugging his shoulders.

“Maybe we better get out of this park and ask around,” Todoroki suggested.

“Not a bad idea,” Jirou replied.

“Alright, everyone stay close together,” Midoriya said. "We don't know if whoever took us here is still around."

As the squad walked out of the park and into the city, the green-haired teen noted a few things:

They were in America. All of the signs, billboards, and advertisements on passing vehicles were in English.

Midoriya could understand English despite never learning the language.

The others were also speaking and understanding English.

No one nearby had any signs of a mutant-type quirk. They were usually the easiest to see in a city, and yet none were around.

“Okay, this is getting weird,” Mina muttered.

“Yeah, there’s no way we could’ve gone all the way to America,” Kaminari agreed.

“I already knew how to speak English, but I thought you guys didn't,” Todoroki asked.

“We don’t… This is creepy,” Kirishima said. “I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s cool we suddenly learned a new language, but who has a quirk like that? And more importantly, how the heck are we getting home?”

“Hey guys,” Jirou said quietly.

“Oh no, Kirishima’s right,” Midoriya said, slapping his hand on his forehead.

“Guys…”

“I don’t remember if I brought my phone with me,” he continued, checking his pockets. The good news: it had battery power. But there was also some bad news.

“ACK! NO CONNECTION? O-Oh man, h-how are we going to let a-anyone know we're not-”

“GUYS!” Jirou shouted.

All five of them turned around at Jiro, who was also looking back at a swarm of teens who had managed to crowd near the trio. All of them dressed in popular Japan fashion, and most of them were smiling or bounced on their feet in anticipation.

“Oh. My. Gosh,” one of them said. “How the hell did you guys make that cosplay?!”

The squad was silent as all of them exchanged glances at each other.

“Um, what-” Todoroki barely got the words out of his mouth before the whole crowd began squealing and yelling in joy.

“Please tell me what’s your secret!

“What’s your Instagram? I haven’t seen any of you guys before!”

“Are you guys from Japan?!”

“You, the one dressed as Midoriya, can you take a selfie with me?”

“We have fans in America!?” Kirishima said in shock.

“I don’t think we’re that well known,” Mina yelped. The crowd only swarmed closer, and was already too close for comfort.

“Let’s go,” Todoroki yelled before taking Midoriya and Jirou’s hands and began running away. Both of them gave a yelp and reluctantly ran along, with the other part of the squad behind them. The crowd squealed louder and tried to follow their lead. They ran down a block at least, passing by several cars that honked their horns and yelled for them to obey road safety laws, yet most of the fans persisted.

“How do we lose them?” Kaminari asked.

“I’m on it, get behind me!” The squad backed behind Todoroki as his cold side began to glow an icy blue, but before he could do anything, a car flew over and crashed right between them and the crowd of fans.

The fans stopped in their tracks and screamed, this time in a mix of fear and awe. “Let’s beat it, Phantom’s fighting Plasmius,” one of them yelled before they fled.

All of the squad watched as two figures fought. One of them appeared to be a dracula-like villain, and the other was a younger hero who had a black and white suit and white floaty hair.

‘How is he doing that? Is it some sort of enhancement ability- wait no, he just phased through that wall- Wait wait, PLASMA BEAMS? And that other guy looks like he’s able to do the same thing? Are they related or-’

“Midoriya, we better run,” Mina said, shaking his shoulder.

“W-Wait, Shouldn’t we help the hero with the fight?”

“Do you want to get in trouble with the American pro heroes?” Jirou asked. “We don’t have a permit to help out here, and I think whoever's the hero can handle it.”

Midoriya glanced back between the fight and his friends before a pink blast nearly struck him, though Todoroki was quick to shield him with some ice.

“Ack! Alright, let’s go!” As they ran away, Midoriya felt several eyes lay on him. Most were in fear, but one or two were in confusion.

‘What sort of place did we end up in?’

The squad made it to a less chaotic location, all of them panting. The distance blasts from the fight were heard a few blocks up.

“Hey… how come there weren’t any other pro heroes trying to help stop the fight?” Kirishima asked in between breaths.

“Yeah… and the police that were around just... helped push any civilians away. They… didn’t even bother putting up a perimeter for them to fight in,” Jirou agreed, panting as well.

“Does a-anyone recognize either Phantom or Plasmius?” Midoriya asked. “I heard o-one of the fans saying their names, but I-I can’t tell who’s who.”

“Beats me,” Kirishima answered. “They sound like they could both be hero or villain names.”

“Well at least it's better than the names Bakugo made up in class,” Kaminari pointed out with a small laugh that faded quickly. “..Do you think they’re worried?”

“What do you mean?” Kirishima asked, his own usual grin turning into a faint smile.

“Back at home, do you think anyone noticed we’re missing?”

“The class, Mr. Aizawa, probably our parents too.” Midoriya winced as the words left his mouth. His mom was likely worried sick, not knowing when he would be found.

The thought made him want to cry too.

“They might not even know we’re in America,” Jirou added. “We don’t even know what happened. What does that mean for any evidence that was left behind?”

The six of them were silent. Mina fidgeted her hands, and Kirishima hugged himself tightly. Midoriya was suddenly made aware of the sun beginning to set.

'It'll be getting dark soon. We don't know where to get dinner, or where we'll sleep, or anything... I miss home already...'

Kirishima scoffed, interrupting his thought's. “Are you guys serious? There’s no way any of them will not notice we’re missing. Yeah, it’s scary, I’m scared too, but we can’t give up hope yet. We just need to get someone’s attention and maybe they’ll help take us back to Musutafu, and hopefully soon.”

“Preferably without any of those fans' help,” Todoroki grimaced.

“Yeah, definitely not that. They might try to make us stay.”

“So what do we do?” Mina asked.

“Well simple, let’s try asking someone for help right now.” Kirishima said. Glancing around, he spotted a red-haired guy walking away from a store with a tray of drinks in his hands. He wore a green flannel and stopped in his tracks the moment that Kirishima met him.

“Hey, excuse me. Do you mind giving us directions to the nearest pro-hero? You won’t believe me, but me and my friends are from Japan.”

The red-head slowly let his mouth drop open, his expression slowly turning from one of shock into confusion. However Kirishima ignored this and went on with his explanation.

“Don’t ask, we don’t know either, but we’d really appreciate it if you could help us out,” he finished with a smile.

“...Do you mind holding this for a second,” the guy asked, gesturing at the drinks in his hands.

“Yeah, no problem!”

Kirishima held onto the tray full of the drinks. while the man began fishing out his phone from a secret pocket in his flannel. The teen turned around and gestured for his friends to come over.

“Come on, pick up, pick up,” the guy muttered. “Heeeeey, Val… Yeah, yeah, I heard the news about Plasmius showing up. Had my phone on the loudest ringtone in case-”

Another pause, the man nodded along. “Okay, that’s good. Listen, you know how some people swore they saw some teens that looked like those ones from that anime slash manga series? Yeah that one. Um, yeah, I think I might’ve found them,” he said hesitantly, glancing at the squad with a mixture of worry and disbelief.

The squad in the meantime glanced at each other while the adult finished his conversation with ‘Val’. “Phew, okay, that could’ve gone better, but also worse, so I count that as a win. You guys, in my car, I’ve got some friends that can help you out, but we might want to hurry.”

“Why’s that?” Midoriya asked.

“Uh Midoriya, remember those fans from before?” Jirou asked, tugging his shirt nervously.

A loud squeal was heard up the street as the sound of the fans returned and ran straight towards them.

“The hell is up with these guys?” Kaminari asked, backing away.

“Nevermind that for now, just get inside the van!” The adult repeated, pressing his keys and unlocking the red vehicle. The squad wasted no time getting inside, with Mina, Kirishima, and Kaminari in the back, Midoriya and Jiro in the middle, and Todoroki in the front besides the man. Kirishima had placed the drinks in the space between the adult and Todoroki.

“You better have your seatbelts on,” the adult said, making a call and putting it on speaker. He turned on the engine and sped down the street.

“Wes, I’ll be at the dorm room in like a few minutes, what’s the stat on the kids?” A voice asked.

“They’re doing fine, other than a lack of knowing how they got here,” the adult, whose name was apparently Wes, answered.

“Hi there!” Mina said.

“Sup!” Kaminari added.

“Are you sure you can help us?” Midoriya asked.

“I’m probably your best shot.” the voice answered. “I got swept away in time on a few occasions, dimensions should be a similar step up from that.”

‘Wait, dimensions?’

“So are they the real deal?” Another voice asked.

“Hey, Sam, that’s my phone,” the voice from before answered but more muffled.

“I thought you were busy with your classes right now,” Wes said to Sam in a questionable voice.

“Got out early today. Tucker’s still busy at his internship, but man, he’ll be so upset when he hears you found these guys first.”

“Okay that is true,” the voice from before agreed. “Now hand me back my-” The phone call ended.

“Figures those two would accidentally hang up,” Wes scoffed. “They’re a lot, but then again, they might be the only ones who can deal with you guys.”

“Why’s that?” Todoroki asked.

The red-head paused before sighing and viewing them through the mirror that hanged right near his head. “You guys need to know two things about where you are. In this world, your powers don’t exist. And you don’t exactly either.”

[aspartameacatalepsy]

Okay but what if Yiling Laozu Danny Fenton?

[avaritia-apotheosis]

Crossover Danuary Week 2022 - Juno's Masterpost!

Day 1 - ATLA

Politics (Derogatory)

Rumors of a wayward spirit reach Aang’s ears. Desperate for a break in his duties as an intermediary between nations, Aang answers the call.

Post / AO3

Day 2 - Marvel (Thor: Ragnarok)

The Draugr

The berserker, the stories said, became the draugr king. And it was said that one day he would lead his legions of the damned to lay siege on the world of the living, conquering and pillaging in the name of his mistress.

Loki did not expect Hela’s general to be a child.

(Then again, Loki never expected Hela to even exist.)

Post / AO3

Day 3 & 4 - Sound/Free Day (Batman)

Hey Brother

Danny was fourteen and Damian was now seven. And every day he wondered how his little brother went from a cute, giggling baby to a brat out of hell.

or: 5 Times Damian Refuses to Call Danny by his Name and 1 Time He Does.

or: We're bringing back the classing fanfic trope! Danny dies and gets reincarnated as Damian Wayne's older brother.

Post / AO3

Day 5 - Proof

It's a Small World

Damian continued. “It’s stupid. Grayson says that I’ve made a friend. Todd and Drake don’t believe him.”

“Ah.”

“You know, we wouldn’t have to deal with this if you just introduced yourself already.”

--

A sort-of continuation to 'Hey Brother'

Post / AO3

Day 6 - DC (Justice League)

Speed Dial

"Please don't tell me you have the fucking King of Ghosts on speed dial."

Post / AO3

[echoghost1]

EchoGhost's Crossover Danuary Masterpost!

Hi everybody! Welcome to my first event master post of 2022!!

So I only did two of the days, but I figured I'd gather them both here in case somebody missed one or both days!

Day Four - Any Crossover!

For this one, I choose to update my Teen Wolf crossover! So now it has 2 chapters!

Chapter Title: Something Don’t Feel Right Summary: There’s an unconscious boy in the hospital just before Halloween. What could possibly go wrong? Chapter Word Count: 1,372 Characters: Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Danny Fenton

And a link to the post is here!

Day Six - DC Day!

I got inspired to try a Batman crossover! Which took me by surprise as I never planned on ever doing one.

Chapter 1: The Ol’ Switcheroo Summary: It was just an average Saturday morning when a group of strangers come with news that changes everything the Fenton’s thought they knew about their family. Word Count: 3,238 Characters: Danny Fenton, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Original Fenton Characters, Bruce Wayne (mentioned)

And the link to this one is over here!

Thanks for hosting this event @amorpho!

[livmadart]

Crossover with Ghostbusters! This is specifically 2016 gb, cause that’s my favorite and i rewatched it recently. There were a few interesting parallels—

-the ghost trap is called a thermos in one scene

-there’s a thing called a “ghost chipper” and yes that’s a wood chipper for ghosts

-two characters canonically enter a ghost portal and leave it with white hair

That is all

[raaorqtpbpdy]

The Man who Trapped Death in a Cave

((I missed day one, so I wrote a one-shot for it today, retroactively. Here are the first few paragraphs and an AO3 link!))

For weeks, Aang had been hearing the same story. No one was dying, something was wrong. Letters came to him by messenger hawk from a small, coastal Earth Kingdom town called Habin claiming they knew what had happened, that one of their neighbors, a fisherman called Beni, had found a way to trap the Spirit of Death in a cave, and no one could convince him to release the spirit, and since he was also a powerful earthbender, no one could defeat him and force him to release the spirit either. They were in a bind and begging for the Avatar's help.

"Come on, Aang," Katara urged. "You can't just sit idly by when a spirit has been captured. You're the only one who can solve matters of the spirit world. It's your duty."

"I just don't think it's such a bad thing that people are getting the chance to live," Aang argued. "I've been around the whole world, and I've never met anyone who wanted to die, who wanted their loved ones to die."

"Aang, if that were the case, you wouldn't have people begging you to free the Spirit of Death," Sokka pointed out, gesturing to the pile of letters on his desk. "I don't want people to die either, but it doesn't matter what we want. This is a problem. You should at least go to Habin village and investigate. You know, talk to some of these people writing to you every day. Maybe there's more to this problem than you realize."

Read the whole thing

[chasingrabbits-art]

Crossover Danuary week day 8: supernatural

I really wanted to finish this in time but I am dead tired. Just going have to finish it another day

[amorpho]

Crossover Danuary Week 2022 Day 7- Saturday the 29th

The Fandom is My Hero Academia/Boko No Hero Academia.

The optional prompt is Contact.

Make sure to tag your posts "#Crossover Danuary Week 2022" and Ping Me When You Post. Tumblrs tags are being wonky. Also tag it "dp x mha" and "dp crossover"!

[tumbling-darkling]

Date Night

Bruce got the call early in the evening, Gordon’s voice practically shrieking over the phone in anger and confusion. It took Bruce a moment to calm the man down so he could manage to get something coherent out of him.

Apparently, Harley and Ivy had broken out of Arkham, all in a blink of an eye. Even more, no law enforcers could get close to the pair as they publicly paraded around Gotham. Luckily, no one was getting hurt, but the pair generally being out of Arkham was concerning. Especially how they escaped.

Shortly after the call, Bruce dawned on the suit and went to do some quick pre-vigilante research to get a clearer picture of the situation. Which only made the situation of escaped villains more concerning.

He pulled the security footage and found that their escape was just as Gordon described it. They straight up disappeared.

One moment they are in the prison, the next they disappear into thin air. Not at the same time though, one at a time. Ivy being the first before Harley. Which was a smart choice, since Ivy had heavier security in regards to her meta status, if Harley had vanished first, Ivy’s security would only have gotten heavier.

The two then reappeared outside of the prison just as they disappeared, by popping into existence one at a time. And they skipped off.

Then there was the fact that no police force or even vigilante could manage to get close, Tim calling in shortly after to report that he tried to approach only to blink and find himself in a library. All officers reported the same thing, that upon getting too close or entering an area the two were currently residing, they would blink and find themselves somewhere else completely. Other officers reported the officers that woke up in random areas acting weirdly before they entered these areas. Freezing up, turning, then running in the opposite direction.

There was also the report that many officers felt a chill in the air before these instances would happen, a feeling like they were trespassing would take hold, and many of them even began to jump at the shadows. Reports of green eyes blinking from the shadows by those who said ‘fuck that’ and went home right after.

So Harley and Ivy were running around town while some sort of entity protected them.

Batman didn’t know much about Magic, it was something that was difficult to grasp or understand, but this had magic painted all over it. He decided now was the time to act though as he stood up and leapt onto the batcycle, speeding into the city as he connected to another league member who may be able to help.

The line clicked as it indicated that he was connected to the other side, “Constantine, I need you at Gotham immediately.”

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John stared at the phone in his hand, blinking slowly before he slammed it into the floor after Batman hung up on him.

That fucker did this every fucking time.

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Bruce arrived in front of a Carnival, the pair of villains' last seen location. Constantine should arrive shortly, but he might as well see if he could get more information regarding this escape.

He took a step towards the gates when a voice stopped him, “oh fuck Batman himself showed up. Probably should have expected that after encountering a Robin.” Bruce spun towards the unfamiliar voice, a batarang in hand as he searched for the source, surprised that he couldn’t seem to spot one. “I don’t suppose you would leave if I asked?”

“Are you the one keeping people from arresting Quinn and Ivy?” Bruce demanded.

“Oh yeah, that’s me,” the voice sounded young.

“Why? Did they hire you? Threaten you?”

“What? No! No, I just owe them a favour is all. And we have an agreement! It’s just a date night, no killing or crime or nothing. Only couples stuff.”

Batman couldn’t help but lower his batarang, “… you broke them out… for a date night?”

Suddenly a white haired teenager with glowing green eyes popped into existence, floating above the gate leading to the carnival, “well I’m not going to just let them out to cause crime! That’s the opposite of what I normally do. Nah, it’s like their one year anniversary and I wanted to do something nice cause they helped me out once.”

“So… no crime,” Bruce deadpanned.

“No crime,” the kid shrugged.

“What about after the date?”

“Oh I’m putting them back where I found them. That’s part of the agreement.”

Bruce had to process this for a moment, then grumbled under his breath, “and Gordon made me think they were planning on destroying the city.”

“Oh they totally wanted to blow stuff up but I said nope, the moment they want to try any crime stuff they go back sooner than promised.”

“And they listened to you?”

“Well they can’t really stop me,” the kid grinned. “So you can go back to your batcave or something, it’s handled. Oh and tell the police dude to stop sending his officers after them, overshadowing gets pretty annoying after the 20th time.”

Bruce just stared at the kid, then sighed and turned around, walking away as he spoke into his comms, “Robin, keep an eye on them for the rest of the night but do not engage.”

“Already in position.”

Bruce would never admit that he was relieved to leave the scene, he didn’t fully trust this kid, but there was something foreboding about him. An energy that twinged every flight instinct he had trained to push down. He didn’t trust him, but he did believe the kid, if only because he felt that if he didn’t, then that kid could easily take him out without a thought.

It wasn’t until he reached the cave before the goosebumps finally faded and the chill disappeared.

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Just as promised, the two villains were returned to Arkham before sunrise the next day.

The only thing that indicated their disappearance was their more cheery moods, and odd gifts left in their cells.

A plant that Ivy couldn’t seem to control, but also couldn’t be picked up by any guard in the facility, Ivy being the only person who seemed able to touch the plant.

And some sort of glowing green dog that came and went as it pleased. A dog that seemed to especially like Harley.

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Bruce was relieved that the kid kept his word, but a nagging bit of missing information still ate away at Bruce’s mind.

Why did he owe Harley and Ivy?

It drove him to visit Arkham just to ask the pair.

He asked Harley first since she was more likely to talk.

“Oh, Danny? Yeah! He is such a nice kid! Wish more men were like him, honestly. Yeah, the poor kiddo was being thrashed by some sort of vampire dude who was saying some really creepy shit. You know? Like, the kind of language that makes you think: that dude is straight up possessive and psychotic! Ives and I were doing some good ol’ vandalism when we saw him and he got knocked down in front of us. And oh boy that kid looked so scared! Biggest eyes I’ve ever seen, looked like he was hurting real bad based on how beat up he looked. We couldn’t just let that kind of abuse happen to a kid! We may like crime but we have standards, Bats!

It’s really funny though because when we tried to smack him around our punches just went through the fucker. And then, this kid, this absolutely best to shit and back kid, stood up and tried to defend us from this fanged dipshit! Real hero type, honestly if he had black hair I’m pretty sure you would have recruited him as another Robin by now. Tried to get us to run away or something, dropped this weird ass thermos, so I did the logical thing! I picked it up and threw it at that vampire! It hit him too! Left a huge ass bruise on his head! So then I picked it up, tied it to a stick and beat the shit out of him while Ives covered me! Turns out that normal vines can block whatever pink shit he was throwing around.

It was great, I basically had him running with his tail tucked between his legs! We forced Danny to stick around so we could patch him up, and he was practically passing out on us! He actually did pass out! And he-! Oh wait I’m not supposed to tell you that part, I am a woman of honour! Anyhow, we patched him up, fed him some of the best fucking food he could ever taste and we got pretty close to adopting this kid. Seriously Bats, I thought you were crazy for having so many Robin kiddos but man, it all makes sense! Helping out a kid that could kick ass and having them look so happy and greatful? Best fucking feeling. But he had other places to be, so we said farewells! He visits every few weekends or so for brunch, bringing us nice stuff. Oh did you see that plant Ivy got from him? Told us it’s a ghost plant! Crazy, right? Ivy is fascinated by it. It’s a shame he doesn’t lean more towards crime, super goodie goodie. He came to us and told us he could let us have a lovely date night as long as we don’t cause trouble. A little disheartening that not even a tiny explosion would be allowed but! A night out was perfect.

We are gonna get out again on our own anyway, cause some mischief, blow up some pollution plants, that kind of thing. Apparently he has a friend who totally admires Ives. Best kid we could have helped out.

Oh! And he’s dead!” Harely finished her long story.

Bruce nodded with a grunt.

“Thank you for your honesty, Quinn.”

“Any time Bats, I’ll see ya next week!”

Bruce paused, then glanced slightly behind him, “what makes you think I’m coming back?”

Harley grinned as she leaned against the bars of her cell, “You’re addicted to knowing everything. And the fact that the kid is a ghost is gonna drive you crazy.”

Bruce turned his head back towards the exit, but didn’t move.

“I’ll tell you one thing. Me and Ives don’t know how he died, and neither of us killed him either. Again, we don’t really try to kill kids. Just rough them up if they are being little shits.” Bruce didn’t make a noise at her reference to fighting his kids. “Oh and Batsy? Don’t ask him how he died when you find him. It’s fucking rude.”

Bruce continued to walk, not commenting on how she seemed confident that he would find a way to find the kid.

Somehow he was leaving with more questions than answers.

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John Constantine glanced around the city, then felt his phone ring and picked it up and growled, “where the fuck are you and what is this emergency-?”

“It’s been taken care of. I no longer require your services for now.”

Batman hung up.

John Constantine slammed his phone into the pavement, “THAT ASSHOLE!”

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Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Danny Phantom, Teen Titans (Animated Series) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Jack Fenton, Danny Fenton & Vlad Masters, Maddie Fenton/Vlad Masters, Danny Fenton & Jazz Fenton, Danny Fenton & Dick Grayson, Danny Fenton & Garfield Logan, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Danny Fenton, Dick Grayson, Vlad Masters, Maddie Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Valerie Gray, Garfield Logan, Penelope Spectra Additional Tags: Parent Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Drug Addiction, Underage Drug Use, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things, This Is Not Going To Go The Way You Think, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, Revised Version, Domestic Violence, No Slash, Friendship, Danny does not join the Teen Titans, Tags Contain Spoilers, Character Death, The tags make this sound a lot worse than it is. It's not that heavy. Series: Part 1 of Into the Dark Summary:

Danny Fenton has lost his father, left his hometown, and is the prize in a battle he doesn't even know is being fought. With his mother distracted and his old friends far away, Danny struggles with who to trust in this world of changing loyalties. Unfortunately, those in charge aren't about to give him time to decide.

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For the DC day of Crossover Danuary Week, I decided to update the first five chapters of a story I’m rewriting. It’s a Teen Titans/Danny Phantom crossover where Danny doesn’t join the Teen Titans.

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May Parker was busy making wheat cakes and eggs for breakfast. She had gotten up half an hour prior, checking any texts from Miles, took a shower, and brewed some coffee.

The house was quiet aside from the sounds of the eggs cooking. But the past few days brought along a new resident: Danny, a teen Miles found on the streets. From what the younger Spiderman told her, he faced some family issues that resulted in him running away. She accepted him into her house within a minute of seeing him.

As if on cue, May heard the slow sound of footsteps from the stairway. A short while later, Danny peered into the kitchen, his right arm holding onto the doorframe.

“Morning, Danny,” she greeted him, before setting her eyes on the stove to flip the wheat cakes.

“Morning, Mrs. Parker,” Danny quietly replied.

“Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah…”

There was a moment of silence between the two of them as May turned off the burner now that the eggs were done.

‘Maybe I could give him a small task to do…’

“Do you know how to flip wheat cakes?” She asked Danny.

“Wheat cakes?”

“Most people elsewhere call them pancakes, but the family never used that word. Do you mind keeping an eye on them while I get everything on the table set?”

The teen’s grip on the doorframe tensed. “Are you sure? I-I can help with setting the table too.”

“Yes, don’t worry dear, I may be old, but I’m not that old yet,” she chuckled. Danny’s hand slipped away and he walked over.

“Oh, don’t forget to wash your hands.”

Danny took a step back away from the stove and looked away. “Yes ma’am.”

May withheld a sigh as she walked to grab some plates and napkins. The teen was skittish, flinching and jumping at the slightest sounds like police sirens or the wind howling. Sometimes he would stare at nothingness, his eyes trailing along until he noticed her and curled back into the couch.

It was as if Danny was hiding something he didn’t want May to see.

She brought over forks, a butter knife to serve the jam, and also the heated leftover hash browns from yesterday morning. “How are the wheat cakes coming along?”

“I uh, I think they’re fine,” Danny answered as he tried turning over one. However it must’ve been too soon as pieces of it stuck to the pan.

“Oh no,” he muttered nervously, trying to scrape it off. In his haste, he accidentally flung another one onto the floor. “I-I’m sorry, I-I don’t usually make a-a mess, please don’t get mad or a-anything,” he stammered.

“Dear, it’s okay,” May responded calmly. “I’ll go clean this up, and meanwhile you can finish flipping the other wheat cakes. The plate to put them in is right over there.”

“...Okay,” he answered, shaking his head in agreement timidly.

May used a napkin to clean up the wheat cake before she sprayed the floor with some soapy water. By the time she was done cleaning up, Danny had taken the wheat cakes to the table. He grabbed some orange juice from the fridge and placed it in a cup.

“..Y’know, someone else that I knew used to have trouble flipping these things by himself,” she said while washing her hands.

“...Who?”

“My nephew, Peter Parker.”

That caused Danny to pause from taking a bite out of a wheat cake. “Wait, Peter Parker? That Peter Parker?”

May couldn’t help but laugh at the teen’s face. “Yes, that one. But back then, he was nothing more than a little boy, doing his best to help out. Sometimes it caused some trouble, but what my husband and I did was make sure he knew you should never feel like you’re in trouble when you’re asking for help.”

“..Even when it came to being Spiderman?” Danny asked quietly.

Her smile thinned. “It was difficult for him to tell me he was Spiderman. Around that time, my husband died, and feeling responsible for his death, he wanted to make sure I didn’t get involved. But fate’s funny sometimes. One moment, you’re expecting to meet your friend at a mall. The next minute, you watch said friend fight Spiderman.”

May heard about Doc Oc vaguely on the news, but the blurred image of a supervillain was suddenly the crystal clear image of Liv. She barely dived under a table in time to get away from an incoming Spiderman, tossed aside from an elongated arm.

She could’ve run away, but she helplessly stared as the webslinger tried and failed to get up.

“Pete, we can do this the easy way or the hard way,” she heard Liv say, crawling close to Spiderman. “But I guess you already chose.” One of the robotic arms crept up and attempted to unmask him.

Spiderman must’ve not been completely knocked out as he clenched his disguise, even as another arm choked his neck.

“Told you,” he gasped in a familiar voice. “That’s… a big no no.”

May’s thoughts stopped dead in their tracks.

Only Peter ever used that phrase.

“...Peter? …Liv?”

Both hero and villain turned to look at the former civilian before at each other, realizing that their fight nearly injured her.

The memory playing in her mind as she served herself a cup of coffee. May walked over with her mug and sat down at the table.

“...Were you mad?” Danny asked, nervously eating his breakfast.

She shook her head in disagreement. “No… I was confused, scared, surprised, but more so upset that Peter never felt safe enough to tell me why he didn’t trust my ‘friend’ when she came over. And that’s when I realized… I failed at making Peter feel safe.”

Her voice cracked. May couldn’t forget the look of fear in her nephew’s eyes as he rejoined with her in the crowd after the fight. A thousand thoughts and fears swarmed in her mind, and she imagined he felt the same.

“We didn’t say a word to each other after we left to go home. Shortly afterwards, Peter finally asked if he could talk to me about his future as Spiderman. We set up some guidelines, rules, and a warning system in case someone tried attacking me while he was out of the house. But do you know what was the one thing I kept telling him?”

Danny looked up at May, nervously awaiting the answer.

“I would need time to get used to the changes, but nothing would change how I still saw him as my nephew,” she answered with a small smile, tears blurring her eyes.

The teen’s eyes appeared watery, and he fought to push them back.

“Mrs. Parker,” he whispered, “I… W-When I’m ready… Can I have that talk too?”

“Of course, Danny,” she replied. “Take all the time you need until then.”

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Voices That They Left Ch 1 of ???

to celebrate DC day for Danuary, I decided to post the first chapter of my batfam xover! @amorpho

as per usual, reblogs are appreciated since i never show up in the tags and all further chapters will be only posted on ao3 unless requested here!

Summary: When a new ghostly enemy cost Danny Fenton the lives of his friends and family, he wasn't expecting to get adopted by billionaire Bruce Wayne and move to Gotham. All he needs to do is survive two years until he can go back to live in Amity Park. Something dark is growing in him though, and it's stoking the bitterness and anger that burns inside.

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Part I. Fenton

Danny was tired of white.

White sheets. White walls. White bandages.

There wasn’t a speck of color in his hospital room to draw his eye. Nothing of note to spark an interest. It was quiet, too, except for the faintest dripdripdrip he could hear with his enhanced hearing coming from the IV and the gentle, slow (slower than normal) beeping of the heart monitor. The lack of stimulation was maddening in how it allowed for his mind to wander. He didn’t like the places his mind went. Places of blood and ash, regret and guilt.

He had to get away.

Slowly, he pushed himself into a sitting position with a groan of pain. His ribs were still bruised. Better than their previous state of being pulverized into pieces, and he may have a high pain tolerance, but that didn’t mean he liked pain. Blowing out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, he swung his legs over the side of the hospital bed and found his footing. The IV pole, wobbling, was used to steady him as he stood.

Ah, right, the IV. His gaze flicked to where it was attached to the crook of his elbow. He knew it was a bad movie trope to just rip it out, but he couldn’t very well leave with it still inserted. Mindful to keep pressure on the skin around it, he pulled out the IV with a hiss. Red flecked with green welled up from the wound, and he let the IV fall to the floor.

There didn’t seem to be any cameras in the room, so, with a slow, wobbling gait, he made his way to the window. He transformed into Phantom, but stumbled forward as the rings washed over him and caught himself on the windowsill. It felt like his head was spinning in dizzying circles. Inside him, he could feel a hollowness in his core. He felt… empty. That was disconcerting. Being Phantom usually caused his core to stretch with glee, like a cat unfurling after a long nap in the sun.

Danny closed his eyes for a moment against the sensation. He knew what was likely causing the emptiness–a grief not yet settled in. His grip on the windowsill tightened, knuckles turning white.

He shoved the memories of the faces of his family and friends down. Deep down where they wouldn’t come up like bile in his throat every time he exhaled.

Gritting his teeth, he tapped into that determination to get out of this damned hospital. It didn’t even matter if the nurses noticed he was missing.

(There wasn’t anyone left to care).

A growl of frustration bubbled in his throat. The windowsill was cracking in his grip, wood splintering under the pressure. The noise gave him pause, and he glanced briefly at the damage he had done. He sighed. This sort of fixation was why he needed to get out of the hospital.

He pushed off the ground and flew through the window, not bothering to turn invisible or watch the streets of Amity Park pass by below him. Danny didn’t even know where he was going, he just had to go somewhere. The route he took was subconscious, and one he had taken many times before. Surprise didn’t even register when he looked up and found himself floating in front of Fenton Works. He landed on the front step and tested the door handle, expecting to find it locked.

The door handle turned. He raised a brow at that.

Now it was curiosity that settled in his chest, rather than the ugly tangle of feelings he wanted nothing to do with. He pushed the door open to find his living room empty and untouched except for one thing of note–the door to the lab was open. Cautious, he floated inside, feet barely an inch above the ground, in case there was any to hear his footsteps.

Danny froze at the sound of voices coming from the lab.

“Are you sure this was Enchantress’ doing?”

“Mm, sure as I can be.”

“And where is June Moore in all of this?”

“Eh.”

He moved closer and glanced down the stairs, seeing nothing. They must be further in the lab. Closer to the portal, he noted. Danny continued to listen.

“Forthcoming as always.”

“Can’t tell you something I don’t know.”

He turned invisible and flew halfway down the stairs. In the lab, in front of the closed ghost portal, were two men.The first was a blond man with the look of a stereotypical detective. He was even smoking. Danny’s parents would have hated someone smoking in the lab. But, what caught his eye was the other–Batman. Wide-eyed, he watched Batman turn from the portal to face the detective. Most of his face was obscured, but it was easy to see he was scowling.

“What can you tell me?” Batman asked, voice a low growl in his chest.

The detective shrugged, “This place reeks of death.”

“This is where the girl made her last stand against Enchantress.” Batman paused before adding, “To protect her brother, we heard.”

Enchantress. There was that name again. Danny’s heart beat faster. Was that the name of the ghost–the thing–that took his family and so many others from him?

“How two kids ended up here when the rest of their peers were in that collapsed school building is beyond me.”

He bit his lip hearing that. If either of the men thought too deeply about that, would they investigate him? What excuse could he give for how he and Jazz got out of the collapse the ghost–Enchantress–caused?

“Jasmine Fenton must have been exceptional to be able to take down Enchantress.” There was an edge in Batman’s voice that suggested that he meant beyond the standard definition of exceptional. That gave Danny pause. If they thought Jazz was the ‘exceptional’ one, maybe he could get out of a Batman encounter without his secret being found and tossed to the Guys in White.

“Shame it was to protect a dead kid, though.”

Batman made a noise of disagreement. “Daniel Fenton isn’t dead.” The detective raised an eyebrow at that and took a long drag of his cigarette. Batman continued, “He’s recovering in Amity General as we speak. Miraculous survival, they say.”

“Miraculous indeed. Fenton girl really must have been something special to keep him from Enchantress’ claws.” The detective sounded almost impressed.

“That’s what I’m looking into, yes.”

“What of the other one?” He asked, to which Batman tipped his head to the side briefly to question his meaning. The detective sighed. “What’ll happen to the Fenton boy? Is your ‘friend’ going to take an interest?”

Before the hero could answer, there was a faint beep and grainy sounds of muffled talking, presumably over some sort of communicator. Danny’s hearing was good, but not good enough to hear what was being said. Batman moved away from the detective as he said, “Very well, I’ll be there as soon as I’m able.”

The detective huffed and dropped his cigarette, grinding it under the heel of his boot. Batman gave a pointed look, to which the other man gave an annoyed shrug. “Ditching me, then?”

Danny, realizing the two men would be leaving the lab, retreated back up the stairs and out the front door. He didn’t want to be caught–leave it to Batman to have something that could detect him even while invisible. His heart was beating far too quickly for his ghost form, anxiety heavy in his gut. Overhearing the conversation had certainly shifted the churning of his thoughts. He wasn’t sure if it was better than before he left the hospital room.

Had he been in a better frame of mind, perhaps Danny would have given pause to the black curling in the corners of his vision as he flew back to the hospital.

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The next day following Danny’s escapade, he was deemed healthy enough to be discharged. That would have been great had it not meant that the vultures better known as social services would be picking at the remains of his life. He was only half listening to the harpy talking to him now. She was prattling on about wills and laws.

“You do understand, right, Daniel?” She asked after a long pause.

He made a noncommittal noise.

The social worker he had forgotten the name of did not seem pleased.

“We’re discussing serious matters of your future, Daniel,” she scolded in what Danny bet she thought was a gentle, maternal tone but sounded more like thinly veiled condescension.

He spared her a side glance and shrugged, sardonically saying, “Something, something, my parent’s will.”

She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Yes, your parents’ will. Did you listen to a word I said?”

“You certainly said words in an order.”

“Daniel,” she said with an exasperated sigh. “I was saying that your parents’ will designated your maternal Aunt Alicia as your guardian, but that she was deemed unfit.”

“I didn’t want to live in Spittoon anyways,” he grumbled under his breath. Danny didn’t have anything against his aunt, but he didn’t know her well enough to be too heartbroken at the news.

“Usually that means you’d become a ward of the state.”

He rolled his eyes. “You can just say foster care, ya know.”

“However,” the social worker with a sharp look, “Vladimir Masters has offered to take you in. From what I understand–”

“Pass,” Danny cut in.

“From what I understand,” she repeated, “Mister Masters was a close friend of your parents. He has resigned as mayor of Amity Park in wake of the Casper High Tragedy and will be moving back to his residence outside of Green Bay, Wisconsin.”

“I said pass. As in ‘nope, no way, not gonna happen’.” The last thing he wanted was to be stuck with Vlad for two years.

“Daniel, your only other option is to remain in foster care until you turn 18.”

“I’ll take my chances,” he said, shrugging. “C’mon, throw me in the system already.”

The social worker was looking at him like he had grown another head for turning down Vlad’s offer. He supposed that it was pretty nuts from the outside to so vehemently deny life as a billionaire’s charge. She opened her mouth to speak but was cut off by the shrill ringing of her phone. Looking at the caller ID, she muttered, “Let me get this.” The social worker stepped out of his hospital room, and Danny zoned back out, not bothering to listen in on her conversation.

He had already resigned himself to two years of being bounced around the foster care system. The moment he turned 18, he was going to find his way back to Amity Park. Hopefully things wouldn’t go to hell too much without him around to deal with ghosts popping through the natural portals that plagued the city. Phantom belonged in Amity Park, that much Danny was certain of. Anywhere he ended up, he’d have to be careful to keep Phantom hidden. If anyone made the connection between Fenton and Phantom, there wouldn’t be anyone to go looking for him when the Guys in White caught wind of it.

The door of the hospital room slid open, and his social worker stepped back in. Her lips were pulled into a tight line as if trying but failing to school her expression into something neutral. “There is,” she paused to take a deep breath, “another option apparently.”

Danny said nothing and frowned. She waited a few moments to see if he’d respond. He didn’t.

Continuing, the social worker said, “Another party has expressed interest in adopting you.”

That was suspicious. Wracking his brain, he wondered who it could be. No way would the Mansons do that–they hated him. The Foleys? Maybe for Tucker’s memory, but he wasn’t particularly close to his parents. He didn’t think he made that big of an impact on their lives. Valerie and her dad only lived in a two bedroom apartment, so it couldn’t be them. No one else in Amity Park had ever taken an interest in his life. He furrowed his brow and asked, “Who?”

“Bruce Wayne.”

Danny blinked.

What?

He glanced at his social worker’s face to check for any hint of a lie, but there was nothing except that almost neutral expression.

Then, it clicked.

The conversation he had overheard–the detective had asked Batman about his ‘friend’. It made sense that Batman would be associates with Bruce Wayne, when he thought about it. Afterall, the superhero had to get funding for all his tech and toys somewhere. If Batman was looking into this Enchantress ghost that Jazz defeated, maybe he pitied Danny enough to ask Bruce Wayne to take him on as another charity case. It added up, but he felt like he was missing something.

Still… he’d be lying if Danny said he wasn’t fond of Batman. The hero wasn’t his idol or anything dramatic like that–of course not! But, when he got his powers, he had sort of asked himself ‘what would Batman do?’ as a guiding principle. And, if Batman trusted Bruce Wayne, maybe Danny could trust the man enough to agree to the adoption. It’d keep him out of Vlad’s hands and out of the foster system.

Danny looked down at where his hands were curled in his lap. He relaxed his hands and stretched out his fingers. There were crescent moon shapes on his palms from clenching them too hard over the past few days. The emptiness that had taken up residence in his core stretched in anticipation.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Tell Wayne I said sure.”

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The next two weeks passed in a blur of paperwork and phone calls. He was placed with a temporary family in Amity Park that he vaguely recognized from one time he saved their 6-year-old daughter from a building that collapsed during a fight with Skulker. They were nice enough and allowed Danny to spend his time there mostly in the small room they had set up for him. He learned, eventually, that his social worker’s name was Sarah (although he still was unsure of last name).

He passed the days lying in bed, staring at the ceiling and letting his mind drift, or locking the door and going for a fly around town as Phantom. To his surprise, there really weren’t any ghost attacks besides a few blobs bothering customers at the mall. Danny wondered if word about what had happened to Casper High and his family had spread around the Ghost Zone. A sort of respect had been forged between him and most of his ghostly enemies over time, and it wouldn’t be completely out of left field for them to direct their attention somewhere besides Amity Park out of that sense of respect. It certainly made him feel better about leaving for Gotham if that was the case.

The adoption process was being sped up from its usual timeline from what Danny understood. A combination of Bruce Wayne’s money and past record of successful adoptions, he figured. It only took a bit over two weeks for his departure to Gotham to roll around. His social worker Sarah had insisted on coming with him to see him off, so the flight there was full of uncomfortable small talk when Danny really just wanted to stare out of the window and wish he could fly alongside the plane.

Although he was trying to keep his mind off of it, he couldn’t help but think about the date. August 15th–the second anniversary of his portal accident.

It was strange to consider how his life would be changing on this day a second time with his official arrival at the Wayne household. It wasn’t as dramatic as dying and having your DNA recoded with ectoplasm, but it was still significant enough that he was struggling to think of much else. Stepping into that portal was simultaneously the best and worst choice he had ever made. Danny wouldn’t trade his life as Phantom for anything. Or, at least, that’s what he thought before the events of the previous weeks.

Now, he wasn’t too sure that he hadn’t caused this chain of events with the portal accident. Were the ghosts his fault? Was this ‘Enchantress’ his fault? Was Casper High’s collapse and all of those deaths his fault? The possibility of that wouldn’t leave him. So many people died, and was it all because Danny Fenton, age 14, tripped over a wire? His family and friends died–was that because he had taken up the mantle of Phantom? Maybe if he didn’t let Jazz get involved in ghost hunting in the first place, she wouldn’t have taken the Fenton Peeler and jumped into that last fight.

Danny tapped his fingers on the armrest restlessly. Sarah glanced at him questionly, noticing the agitation, but said nothing. She had come to understand that Danny didn’t appreciate her incessant questions if he was okay. The rest of the flight passed silently, Sarah’s idle chatter tapering off as Danny switched to ignoring her or only grunting a response.

When they landed and wandered the airport towards the pickup zone, it was a rather nice black car that came to pick them up. For all that Danny knew about car engines from years of watching his parents work on the GAV, he knew nothing about car brands besides that the car behind the man holding a sign with his name on it was very expensive. The man with the sign was an older gentleman wearing a three piece suit, although it seemed classier than when Vlad would wear something similar.

Sarah walked towards the man, gesturing Danny onward with her, and called out to him. He had a pleasant smile and demeanor, politely inclining his head in greeting and folding the sign under one of his arms.

“It’s good to see you both got in safe,” he said, voice smooth and warm, “I’m Alfred Pennyworth, the butler at Wayne Manor. It is a pleasure to meet you, Mister Fenton.” Danny shrugged in response and dragged his luggage over to the back of the car, moving to open the trunk and throw it in the back himself. Alfred stepped up next to him and took the luggage from him with an easy smile. “Let me get that for you.”

Sarah made eye contact with Danny and gestured towards Alfred, saying under her breath, “Thank him and introduce yourself, Daniel.”

“Fine,” he muttered back to her, then cleared his throat and spoke louder, “Uh, thanks for picking us up. I’m Danny Fenton, but you already know that, I guess. It is Fenton, though. Not Wayne.”

Alfred took the abrasiveness in stride, not seeming too bothered, as he replied, “Yes, Master Danny, I assisted Master Wayne with the adoption process, so I am aware you have kept your original last name. You do not have to worry about being referred to wrong by me or any of the family.”

“Oh, um, cool. Thanks, I guess,” Danny said.

The butler opened the car door for him, and he slid into the seat. It was far more comfortable than any car had a right to be, he noted. Sarah and Alfred chatted for a few minutes, probably going over some sort of official adoption business nonsense, before his social worker redirected her attention to him. “I’ll be leaving you in Mister Pennyworth’s capable hands, but we’ll be in touch.”

He just gave her a half-hearted thumbs up and buckled up. Sarah hesitated a few moments before shaking her head, and heading off in another direction. Getting into the car, Alfred lightly commented that the drive to Wayne Manor would be about an hour. At that, Danny popped earbuds in and turned on his favorite Dumpty Humpty album to listen to. A text from Sarah popped up on his phone.

Social Worker Lady: And remember, don’t be rude! Talk to him!

He typed back a quick ‘no’ and turned his phone on do not disturb so he wouldn’t be bothered by her response.

The ride to Wayne Manor passed by in silence after Alfred, glancing through the rearview mirror, noticed that Danny had closed himself off to conversation. The only sound between them was the faint hum of the engine (probably some sort of hybrid engine judging by the sound, he noted) and the music playing through his headphones. The Wayne Manor was in a nice, sprawling neighborhood full of old houses that looked more like small castles. It put a scowl on his face, as it brought up imagery of Vlad garish green and yellow mansion in his mind. The car pulled up to park near the front entrance–a grand wooden double doorway. The place reeked of old money. After the car rolled to a stop, Danny unbuckled and wordlessly hopped out of the car. He pulled out his earbuds and shoved them back in his pocket.

“Are you ready to meet Master Wayne and some of his sons?” Alfred asked gently.

Danny gave another half-hearted shrug. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

As they approached the doorway, Alfred pulled it open for him and gestured him into the entrance hall. If he hadn’t been used to popping into Vlad’s various mansions so often, he might have been impressed by the house as he stepped in. It was meticulously well kept and tastefully decorated. He analyzed the room, carefully cataloging every detail of the entrances, exits, and potential threats before he let his gaze land on the people gathered around a loveseat.

There were three individuals–a man around his parent’s age and two teenagers. The man was obviously Bruce Wayne, but he couldn’t put names to the faces of the teenagers besides a guess that they were Wayne’s other adopted wards. The younger of the two looked like he’d swallowed a lemon as he eyed Danny up and down. Danny was curious to note that he looked quite similar to Bruce besides skin tone. The older one was much more relaxed, almost excited judging bow how he was grinning and jittering his leg as he sat. Bruce and the older of the two teenagers stood up to greet him and Alfred.

“Daniel, I’m so glad to finally meet you,” Bruce Wayne said with a dazzling smile, reaching out his hand. It was the kind of smile that would easily win over anyone else, but Danny couldn’t help but wonder if it was just a mask. He certainly didn’t think Bruce was a bad guy judging by his working relationship with Batman, but he couldn’t be all sunshine and rainbows.

Danny cautiously took Bruce’s hand to shake. “It’s Danny. No one calls me Daniel.” Except Vlad, he added to himself.

Bruce nodded, taking that information in and then gestured towards the two teenage boys. “These are two of my sons–the older one is Duke and the younger is Damian. There’s also Tim, Cassandra, and Dick, but they no longer live at the manor.”

The older teenager, Duke, waved from where he stood next to Bruce, and Damian merely inclined his head as a greeting. Duke said, “We also have a handful of family friends that are practically family you’ll see around the manor! Stephanie, Jason, and Barbara.”

Danny nodded, shoving his hands into the pocket of his hoodie. He glanced back at Alfred behind him who had grabbed his luggage from the car. “Um, can you show me to my room?” He asked.

“We were just about to have dinner together,” Bruce interjected, “we try to have meals together as often as possible, since all of our lives are busy otherwise. You will not be required to attend, but there will be a spot saved for you.”

Duke flashed Danny a hopeful smile, but he glanced back to where Damian still sat, scowling, on the couch. He got the feeling that he wasn’t actually welcomed by the entire Wayne family. It set him on edge.

“Uh, usually I just eat in my room,” he said, “my family stopped eating together before my freshman year.”

A flash of disappointment crossed Bruce’s face, but the man quickly hid it. “That’s quite alright. Alfred can bring you something to eat after showing you to your new room.”

Danny mumbled a thanks under his breath and followed after Alfred up the stairs. He committed the hallways of the manor to memory as the butler explained what room each door led to. His room would be in between Duke’s and Damian’s rooms and have a bathroom of its own attached to the room. That aspect he was pretty excited about, since at Fenton Works he had to share a bathroom with Jazz.

“Feel free to decorate your room however you please. If you want to paint the walls or get new furniture, you need only ask,” Alfred said. “I’ll leave you to unpack and be back with a meal for you in an hour or two.”

He watched Alfred’s retreating form before entering his new room. Cautiously, he circled the bedroom and examined it. It was large–easily twice the size of his old bedroom–but bland. That was to be expected, he supposed. Looking at his luggage, he sighed. He really didn’t want to unpack, so he shoved the suitcase into the closet to deal with later. The bed looked like it might be a king size and was covered in plush pillows and a nice quilt. Flopping down on it, he sighed and relaxed into the blankets. The blank ceiling was white.

Danny frowned.

He’d have to change that.