#danny is done

[ghostbsuter]

"Constantine, if you leave now, you bet I'm going to hire the best hunters in Royal name to hunt your goddamn ass down."

Seeing the man freeze, he continues, eyes hardened with determination and shoulders tense.

"You leave now, and your life is over. The observers demand your head, Connie. I could barely talk them into bringing this to court. Believe it or not, you grew on me, stupid man."

His escorts, Nightwing and Kidflash, were tense next to him. Wary of him now that he stated his intentions.

Wonder woman had her sword drawn, brows furrowed at looking between the man and the teen.

—

Or Constantine majorly fucked up that the only reason he is alive right now is because the King of the Infinity Realms (who is a child) likes watching him.

Jesus Christ.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Danny hits batman with the anti-creep stick

So dannys 19 and is taking astro engineering at gothem university

To save money he lives in the cheepest apartment he can find, its not like it going to kill him again

Danny was ok with the attempted break ins, he was ok with the broken AC, he was ok with the spam callers

What he wasent ok with is the fucking parcor wannabes who decided his roof is the best spot to be in

He gave up his sleep during his teen years he was NOT willing to do the same in his twentys

So after a month of the same assholes on his roof he decided to do something

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He wasent expecting a man in a purple suit that looks like Ronald McDonalds evil twin

Or a furrie with anger issues to be with him

Danny looked at them for a good minute before deciding he's seen weirder stuff in his fridge

He charged the fenton-anti-creep-stick and smacked the clown on the head

He dropped like a brick, the flowes in his hands dropping and giving a puff of some weird gass

He turned to the furrie and said

You two can flirt somewhere else just not here

He was polite, or tried to be at 2:37 in the morning, but the furrie said that he cant just intervein in a fight "itS DaNGErouS"

Danny looked him in the eyes said too bad furrie and bopped him with the anti-creep-stick

Danny was about to call the cops to come collect these two weirdos when he saw a tracking system on the furries arm, it showed that someone was going to come this way

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Jason saw alot of things in his life

He came back from the dead, faught crime in pixie boots,became a crime boss, tried to kill a clown and his brother on multiple occasions

But even he was at a loss

The joker was knocked out and on the ground

But so was batman

Just as he was about to call for backup when adoptee-to-be stepped out of the shadown hilding a stick taller than him and giving him the most dead stare

Collect the furrie and Ronald McDonald and keep them off the roof they can flirt somewhere else, if they ruin my sleep ONE more time they'll have a lot more to worrie about than the anti-creep-stick

[atiyasnake]

Danny had really tried to live a normal life that any normal mortal human would have. 

Probably a mistake to choose a city with a few curses and actual living shadows, but hey Sam really go him into Gothic architecture and he thought that the heroes would have it handled. He underestimated just how often citizens going on about their days were taken hostage. Along with how his luck made him one of the lucky few and of course, the first hostage brought up to be at the end of a gun. 

Danny thought he’d just wait it out. 

He didn’t think the guy pointing the gun would shoot him just as the heroes showed up.

________

The sound of the gunshot was deafening as Batman and the others entered the warehouse. 

The sight of a body going limp and hitting the floor in a morbid mockery of a puppet with cut strings even more so. 

The gun still trailed smoke as it was being waved around by the rogue who taunted them at another life lost as blood was pooling into a puddle by the body. Meanwhile, the masked heroes had to ignore it. They had to push it aside to come up with a plan, they couldn’t let another die that night. 

Batman and Nightwing played the audience to the typical monologue of the rogue as Robin and Red Robin snuck around to untie the hostages while Black Bat led them outside where Batgirl tended to any wounds and waited for the authorities to arrive. 

“-nd you just run around. Hiding in the shadows trying to save everyone, but you can’t!” the rogue said, he had yet to even share his name underneath his mask. All too excited to share his thoughts with little thought to his surroundings. “I mean everyone acts so afraid of you but you’re just a man in a suit. You’re human and you failed.” They paced around still keeping their focus on Nightwing and Batman while the last few hostages snuck out. 

The rogue laughed gesturing to the dead hostage with his gun. “Look at this guy! Dead because you were late. Probably won’t even make the news.” He nudged a limp arm with his foot and both Nightwing and Batman fought the urge to just shut him up. But he still had a gun and Black Bat was still sneaking hostages out. 

“So many people will die just like him and all you can do is clean up the me-”

“Ancients, will you shut up.”

The rogue froze and Batman looked to see who had spoken. There was groaning and the rogue looked in the direction of it too. 

He looked down. 

The corpse’s hand was latched around his ankle. The sound was coming from it and Batman watched as a bloody head lifted from the puddle of blood, some dripping down. Hair covered its face while the other hand came to where a hole was in the middle. 

The rogue looked pale and shook, the gun fell from his hands, and soon enough so did he. His breaths were frantic as he tried to crawl back and kept looking at the dead body whose hand had not let go of his ankle. He couldn’t get further away.  

The bloody head looked to the side, letting some hair fall away and revealing a face. Icy blue eyes stuck out amidst the red. They stared right at the rogue, narrowing and the rogue opened his mouth but nothing came out. 

The corpse had enough words for all of them. 

“Everyone always has some shit they have to say, don’t they? Doesn’t matter if people just trying to live.  No no no. Just gotta wave a gun in their face, is that right?” They leaned closer to the rogue who was scrambling to get back but the grip on their ankle was unrelenting. “Hmmm. But what if I wanted to say something? What if” - they now were above the rogue like a monster looking down at prey - “I wanted to make you bleed too?”

Batman and Nightwing saw the rogue go unconscious at the whispered words that made their blood freeze and breath caught in their lungs. They waited for this undead creature to do something. But then all of a sudden, the pressure disappeared and the corpse didn’t look so frightening anymore as they backed away from the rogue and made their way to stand up. 

It was human in the way it stretched and groaned like someone sore trying to move. Even more so as a hand came to wipe at their head while they could hear it mumble “So not gonna deal with this shit today,” before they started to walk where the other hostages had exited. Barely even giving Batman or Nightwing a glance or any of the other masked heroes who had come inside the moment something had seemed amiss. 

“Hey wait!” Nightwing called out and the previously unmoving hostage turned around. He looked alive, breathing, his head bloody but no gunshot wound in sight. 

“Yes?” they asked.

Nightwing found it hard to figure out what to say and was beaten to it by Robin who said bluntly, “You were dead.”

The bloody hostage shrugged. “And?”

“Now you are alive.”

They kept looking at him as if expecting more. Robin scowled and looked at Batman for him to say something. 

Batman stepped forward. “Are you alright?” he asked. 

The question made them smile “Could have done without it but c’est la vie et al mort.”

“That so not how the saying goes,” Red Robin said.

“Mmm, maybe not for you.”

“Hood would like him,” came in over the comms from Batgirl. Batman couldn’t help but share the sentiment. He looked back to where Robin was trying to get the meaning out of that comment. It was odd how lively and fine the hostage looked, only a few head rubs and winces showed discomfort. 

He wanted to ask what had happened when suddenly there was the sound of a crash and Batgirl on the comms saying there was trouble outside. Nightwing and Black Bat already headed outside. He turned to tell Robin to stay with the hostage. But when he did, they were nowhere in sight. 

Robin had a scowl on his face. “Father, we will be looking for them correct?” his voice made it clear what decision he thought Bruce should make. Bruce nodded in agreement but also sighed. 

The hostage had been black haired with blue eyes. He could already hear the accusations. 

Prompt three!

Immortal danny in Gotham!!

Danny moves to Gotham (for college, cuz jazz moved there, for fun, whatever you want) it’s pretty cool! The architecture is awesome and there’s already heroes so he doesn’t have to worry!! He’s got an apartment in the Narrows and all is good.

Until he gets taken hostage during a rouge attack.

Mother Fucker- he was having fun living a relatively normal life!! Now there’s some hoe in a holloween costume pointing a gun at his head. Now- Danny knows he can’t be killed by normal means (the Guys in White showed him that) but this’ll still be a pain in the ass.

The Bats arrive on the seen just in time to see A Hostage get killed. The Rogue is ranting and raving about their plans, mocking the bats for letting a citizen die. The bats are trying to focus on making a plan to get the other hostages out safe, but it’s like a stab in the gut seeing someone die because -they were to late-

The bats were about to put their plan into action when The Hostage started tO GET UP??groaning like he’s waking up with a hangover and and very much NOT like he just got SHOT THROUGH THE HEAD 5 MINUTES AGO

He stumbles to his feet and murmurs something about “not dealing with this shit today” unties the other hostages and WALKS OUT THE FRONT DOOR while everyone is processing what the hell happened…

They need to find that guy.

Danny meanwhile, is having a Day. His head hurts like a bitch and he’s been avoiding tons of vigilantes since this mornings… Events. They just keep coming! HOW MANY BATS ARE THERE IN THIS CITY!?!? Spoiler, Nightwing and Batman keep trying to ask him questions, he’s pretty sure Red Robin is STALKING him and the Red Hood tracked him down just to give him a high five RED HOOD WASNT EVEN THERE??? WHY???

[ghostreblogging]

Ngl this is a short one.

So Danny comes to Gotham. Down on his luck. But lo and behold, he still has access to the kingly vaults! He doesn't have to worry about money!!! He can just buy a small apartment and live out his miserable little life In luxury!

But then he is stopped on a horrible and a dark stump in his plan. How in the 7 hells is he gonna explain it to the IRS ??????

Money laundering????

Can't he just say he found a mysterious big pile of gold and be done with it?

No, Danny . How are you gonna explain the fact that you keep finding mysterious little gold files to the tax man . Jazz says emphatically through a video call . Which is a multi dimensional cuz I can't explain why sam wont just give him the money. And btw the just assume that the vaults has a magic function to give the money to him in the local currency.

Sso from that day onwards Gotham had a new little cafe in a quiet little nook. The prices are super cheap. And it by far has the best fudge in all of Gotham. If you exclude Alfred's.

The gothamites love it. It's a favorite college hangout. Everyone is pretty sure the cafe is a front. Everyone is 100% sure of it. But in this economy who the hell cares. At least it's not nfts.

People can actually benefit from this because we can get like a whole breakfast for like 4 dollars ( an au where like Danny's 2000s world is like super cheap compared to the modern Gotham city and nobody taught the poor boy common prices of this world. Danny's thinking like how do I keep accidentally going into these rich people stores with their ridiculous prices, Ughh guess I'll have to buy this I don't want to go farther) and the quality is good too. The scrawny little twink owner sure as hell does not know much about ingredients prices or did the bare minimum study of business.

Anyway when the bats came sniffing (the scrunkly little guy was innocent blame Fenton luck) and we'll tried to interrogate the owner people actually chained themselves to the front like the worlds most confused save the trees activists.

[bet-on-me-13]

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

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

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

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

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

Considering his situation, Danny agreed.

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

"Fuck Off."

[wanologic]

fortunately, or unfortunately, they only see each other like 3 times a year…

[medusas-graveyard]

Pre-GIW disbandment

Dick: Where's Danny?

Alfred: Young master Danny has requested more time to rest and will be joining us quite later.

Damian: (stabbing food) Tt. He acts like the most fatigued person here.

Danny: (Walking in half asleep) Because convincing gods to not scorch this planet down to the fucking sun is, Dames. Let me off.

[stars-obsession-pit]

He’s totally a Bat

Danny Fenton is a new student at Gotham University, and he’s got secrets to hide.

But everyone knows what the biggest one is. He’s terrible at hiding it.

He’s obviously the civilian identity of one of the city’s vigilantes.

Black hair and blue eyes? Check.

Around the right height? Check.

Surprisingly strong? Check.

Has experience in martial arts? Check.

Knows tech well (which would make sense for their gadgets)? Check.

Has weirdly good reflexes and situational awareness? Check.

Clearly doesn’t actually feel threatened by rogue attacks? Check.

Has very strong opinions about certain rogues and aspects of vigilante work that sound like they come from experience? Check.

Often very tired, like a vigilante working at night would likely be? Check.

Occasionally misses class or comes in late without a proper reason? Check.

Definitely is hiding things about his past and personal life? Check.

It all lines up. Yeah, there’s a possible flaw in that no one ever saw him around Gotham prior to that year, but that could easily be explained by something like homeschooling.

The only argument his schoolmates still have is which vigilante he is. They’ve even got a betting pool going about it with a sizable amount of money on the line.

…and all the while, Danny is blissfully unaware of any of this. He’s enjoying his college life and the greatly reduced number of ghost things to deal with (not none, but few enough that he’s only occasionally late or missing sleep)

[croquiscat]

nnnnnnyes sure let's go with that

[faeriekit]

"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.

The whole fic on ao3

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC De-Aged Triplets and Their Tired Single Sister

Jason has seen the four of them a couple of times in Crime Alley now. They looked like a family, what with similar facial features- err, actually, the kids looked like carbon copies of each other, but their mom/sister/aunt/cousin looked similar enough to be related to them by blood.

Normally, Jason didn't care for each and every family that moved into Crime Alley. Sure, he cared about all of them as a whole, but there were a lot of people, and he couldn't possibly get elbow deep in every life story he came across. So all he knew about them were three things: a) they were on the run from someone or something, b) they trusted each other and no one else, and c) apparently, they have made it their life goal to never make any kind of sense.

The list of shit they have gotten into included but was not limited to:

• one of the kids biting a gun. Not the hand of the attacker who was holding it, no, the actual gun. And he bit a piece of it clean off, which earned him - or her, actually, Jason knew one of the triplets was a girl but he couldn't tell them apart - a lecture from their... mom? sister? parental figure. The lecture was about how chewing metal does not help with iron deficiency.

• getting kidnapped and creeping out their kidnapper to the point of him returning the kids back home. A few witnesses said one of the kids was actually driving, sitting on the kidnappers lap behind the steering wheel and cheerfully commanding the man to speed up or brake. Their mom actually apologized to the kidnapper for the incident and offered him homemade cookies for his troubles. He ran away without them.

• driving a lady at the laundromat insane by repeatedly walking inside and climbing into one of the washing machines. They never got out of it, just one kid walking into the laundromat, climbing into washing machine, then another kid, looking exactly like the previous one, walking inside, climbing into the same washing machine, then another kid walking into the laundromat- well, you get the idea. The lady claimed she's seen at least five kids do that in a row, but when she looked into that washing machine, there was no one inside.

• casually falling out of windows. Or, better, walking out of them like they were doors, at any given opportunity. The witness - an old man who was helping their mom with groceries - said the mom did not care in the slightest, and when he asked her about it, obviously concerned, she just said, tired and exasperated, 'they like the feeling of free fall, don't worry, they'll come back in a minute'. Sure enough, they did, not a scratch on them. The family lived on the sixth floor.

• eating insane amounts of food. Jason personally witnesses their mom give them her wallet, telling the kids, 'eat until you're full', and promptly passing out on the table, her head on her arms. The kids then proceeded to eat four whole pizzas, three burgers each, then seven brownies and at least five cups of soda. What was interesting about it was not only the amount of food they ate but the way they never left their mom unattended, one of the kids always staying beside her sleeping figure as the other two went to order.

And now, all four of them were standing in front of him. Not Jason Todd him, but Red Hood him. And he was... confused.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I said, can you watch them for a few hours? Three, maybe four," the mom, Jazz as she introduced herself, was looking at him like it was he who was speaking nonsense, not her. Because asking a crime lord to watch three kids in the middle of the night is not something a sane person would do.

"Why?" He asks, bewildered, because what the fuck else is he supposed to say?

"I need to kill a man, and if they come with me, it will take three times longer," Jazz tells him. Is she saying the kids slow her down or what? Jason can admit he's never been this confused in his entire life.

"You could ask me to kill a man, while you stay with them, no?" He tries to reason, but the girl waves him off:

"No, that will take even longer. Besides, no offense, but you kill people to simply end their life, and I need that man to fucking stop existing forever."

What's the difference he almost wants to ask. But instead of that, he just sighs.

"Why me? I'm sure you could find a babysitter-"

"No babysitter will handle them. The last one told me they have been running laps on the ceiling, which is, actually, not that big of a deal. They are kids. Kids like running around," she huffs, and Jason suspects she is missing the point here, but okay. He gets why babysitters are not an option.

"You do understand what they can witness if they stay here?" He asks, as the last attempt to reason with the girl, but she just nods and leans down, making all the kids turn to her.

"Okay, you menaces, tell me what not to do while you're staying with Mr. Red Hood."

"No eating people," one kid starts.

"No driving people insane," the other one continues.

"No, um, stealing eyeballs," the third one finishes, and what the fuck are those ground rules? Is this girl a mother to eldrith horrors? That would explain some shit.

Jazz turns to him, "See? They're all good."

In what world is that good? Jason debates if he should start running now or when she leaves.

"Do they have names?" He asks instead. The girl nods:

"Danny." His surprise must be evident even through the mask because she sighs and points to each kid, "Diane, Daniel, Dante. Dani, Danny, and Dan. Actually, you know what, let's make this easier," she rummages through her bag and gets a marker out before gesturing to the kids, "Come here."

As they do, she proceeds to draw numbers 1, 2, and 3 on their foreheads. Then she nods to Hood and puts the marker away.

"Okay, that's better. Behave, you monsters, I'll be back soon!"

After she leaves, Jason looks down at the kids. They also look at him, eerie and unblinking.

Finally, one of them - number 2, Dani, if he is not mistaken - asks:

"Do you want teeth? We have a lot."

"She doesn't mean her teeth," number 1 clarifies, "She means other teeth."

...This is going to be some very long three hours.

[phantoms-world-and-more]

Feral danny

Danny is just tired

He hasn't slept in 4 days, got yelled at in class for being late on homework, dash decided to be an even bigger dick in school today, sam and tucker had another vegan vs meat yelling match, jazz had to cancel their daily video call, maddie and jack forgot to get new food so the only food in the house is ecto-contaminated amd has a 80% chance of attacking him.

Thats just fenton, phantom has been dealing with cult summoning everyother week, boxy daily, skuler 3 days a week, kitty and johnny are having a spat and are making ot his problme.

And then vlad just had to choose today of all days to start a new plot.

Danny feels his self control snapping like his sanity.

Vlad then chose that moment to make a quit about him mom.

Then he blacked out

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Danny dosent know what he did but every ghost in the zone hasn't been in amity for 3 weeks, sam and tucker wont tell him what he did and vlad is on his best behaviour

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Clockwork watches as danny continuesly asks his friends what happened when he blacked out.

Danny dosent need to know that he prematurely unlocked an eldritch form that takes 13 thousand years for ghosts to develop and went on, essentially, a rampage.

Using minions he formed(somehow, it takes ancients several hundred years to be able to do that) to pull all remaining ghost in amity

Rip open a personal portal(again very difficult) and drag them through the ghost zone

Proceed to gather the remaining of his rough gallery, distroy their forms so much their still forming and leave them with the threat of "keep your filthy hands off whats mine!!!" And leave

Everyone in the ghost zone learned danny wasent a pushover or weak, he just had a very light temper and impeccable control over his obssession

And they just saw what happens when his obsession takes the rains and they are terrified of that happening again.

Especially when he's experienced and more powerful.

[zylev-blog]

Danny: Hell didn’t want me when I died, and heaven cast me out. So now I’m stuck in between on this little place called Earth. Sometimes I like to think it’s my own personal hell, but who am I to judge?

Tim, who was on day 5 of being awake: have you tried to fight god?

Danny: oh, I did, and I won. But the bastard is manipulative and decided that I wasn’t allowed in heaven because of pure spite.

Tim: interesting. Do you still want to fight gods?

Danny: depends. Me and Hades are under a truce, and Zeus kicked me out of Olympus. Sometimes I thought about fighting with Wonder Woman to get a rise from Zeus, but Hippolyta told me I wouldn’t be invited for dinner if I messed with her daughter, sooo….

Tim, pulling out his phone: cool, cool, so his name is darkseid, and he’s an asshole

Danny: say no more

[quadrantadvisor]

Thinking about DP x DC Jason Todd being a revenant again. Here's my scenario. Jason gets called that by some ghost. He's like "what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" He's heard the term before but he doesn't know any actual lore. He googles it. He scrolls past the Leonardo DiCaprio bear movie. He opens the wiki. Sees the words "animated corpse" and gets a chill diwn his spine. He starts reading the first section.

He closes Wikipedia.

That night he has a nightmare that his family buried him, again, this time with precautions. He wakes up in his own grave, full of stones, too heavy to move, to scream.

[vladdyissues]

[garbagewith-a-cherryontop]

For @shycorvid and their army of reblogs. I've been sucked into the notreallyacat-vortex and lost all my marbles.