#danny is tired but he does love flying

[starry-bi-sky]

Part eight of Clone Danny au

"Who is this person?" Red Robin asks, and Danny huffs irritably. Gotham's cool air was seeping slowly into his clothes -- he never had a problem with it in Amity, he was always moving too much to get cold.

"Does it matter?" he signs sharply, his patience suddenly growing thin with his increasing paranoia. His mouth twisted into a scowl under his mask. "I have someone who can come pick me up, they're clearly not dangerous if they're friends with me."

Red Robin held his hands up in surrender, sighing in a way that made Danny's tired, scared brain almost see red. He whirled on Batman, "Do you have a payphone anywhere? A few cents so that I can call Spirit? Please?"

Silently, Batman reached for his utility belt, popped open one of the compartments, and pulled out a few quarters. Danny made a mental note to make himself some kind of utility belt -- a fanny pack maybe? -- he needed to be more prepared for the unexpected. Like Batman was.

He pressed the tip of his fingers to his chin and gestured outward, "Thank you." he says, and takes the quarters, clutching them tightly.

"Hn." Batman grunts, a flicks the compartment closed with a silent click. "There's a payphone nearby for you to use. I will show you it."

"Thank you," Danny signs again, slumping in relief. "I'm sorry again for being here. I didn't mean to. It's my first time fighting this guy."

Batman grunts again and steps to the side, unhooking his grappling hook from his belt. "Do you not have a mentor to show you these things?" He doesn't turn away while he asks, which is nice. The living have a habit of turning away from him while they're talking (during the rare moments he sticks around long enough to chat), forgetting that Danny speaks with his hands.

He shakes his head, reaching for his own, homemade grappling hook. There was nothing like swinging through Amity's skyscrapers after a ghost, he felt like he was flying. He had to make it himself after his first dozen run-ins with ghosts where running on foot couldn't cut it. "Mentors are a privilege, you know. I'm doing this all on my own, or did the homemade costume not give it away?"

Red Robin passes around Danny with his own grappling hook, and he heard a barely-there snort of laughter from the man. Batman 'hrms' in a vaguely disapproving note, and readies his hook. "The payphone is that way, Phantom. Are you ready?"

Under his mask, Danny grins widely. Finally, something good. Perhaps flying will alleviate some of his anxiety. He holds up his hook, and nods sharply, walking over to the edge of the roof.

He watches Batman wait a moment, aim, and then off they go.

Flying through Gotham City felt much like flying through Amity Park, with its towering skyscrapers and close-built buildings. Danny bit back the holler of joy building in his throat as the wind rushed past him, blowing back the hood of his jacket and rustling through his hair.

God, he loved flying.

He watched Batman and Red Robin as well, entranced with the fluttering of their capes as they soared. It was inspiring how the two of them cut such striking silhouettes. It was memorable -- and, hey, where was Robin?

Danny wanted to ask, but with the roaring wind and the lack of freedom in his hands, he had no way of doing so. And he wasn't quite sure if it was any of his business... Regardless of how Batman and Red Robin dug into his own.

At some point they reached a stretch of air where the gap between buildings was bigger than before, and through his adrenaline-induced joy, Danny suddenly swung himself forward with more force than before.

He swung up, up, up into the air... and released himself, launching himself high high into the air. he looked down, seeing Batman and Red Robin further away and latching onto the next building.

Danny whooped loudly, confident in the wind to catch his yell before it caught the ears of the vigilantes accompanying him. His momentum began to slow, and for the length of a heartbeat he was stranded in the air, skies above and ground below. He breathed in, and like a bubble popping he began to fall again.

It took only a singular twist of his body for him to right himself and chase after Batman and Red Robin, who had turned their heads to look for him. He grinned apologetically once he caught up to them, although they couldn't see it.

It took only a few regretful minutes later to reach the payphone that Batman was referring to, and Danny mourned the loss of the sky to himself as his feet touched the ground alongside the two gothamites. "Thank you for the escort, gentlemen." He signs once he's hooked his grappling hook back onto himself and fished out the quarters. "If you could be so kind as to stand out of hearing range, that would be most appreciated."

Batman merely grunts and Red Robin nods, neither move when Danny half jogs over to the payphone. Pulling up his mask just enough to reveal his mouth, Danny inserts the coins and jabs in Ellie's number.

He waits, breath held as the dialtone rings. Once, twice, before finally there's a click and a groggy, familiar voice: "Hr'o?"

Danny can't stop the grin of relief that stretches over his face. "Spirit." He whispers, and glances back to Batman and Red Robin. His fingers tap against the phone nervously. "I need your help."

"Dan- Phantom?" Ellie says, sounding much more awake as rustling follows in the background. "What happened? Are you hurt?" There was a protective tinge layering Ellie's voice that Danny was all too familiar with.

"No, no, I'm fine." He says, trying to sound reassuring while retaining his hush voice. "I have a new rogue; a teleport ghost. he took me to Gotham and I need you to come get me."

"To Gotham?" Ellie hisses in disbelief, "Fuck, Phantom, that's miles away from here. Yeah, I'll come get you. Don't go anywhere."

Danny huffs sardonically, fingers twirling around the phone wire nervously. "Not like there's anywhere for me to go. I'll be waiting on one of the rooftops, Spirit. I'll see you then."

"See you then, be safe."

And then the phone clicks, the line going dead. Danny sighs, heavy and tired, and it turns into a jaw-cracking yawn. He hangs the phone back up, and pulls the mask down.

A silent figure approaches from the corner of his eye; Batman. Red Robin, at some point of the conversation, had left. "Is your person coming?"

Danny pulls his hood up. "Yes. They should be here... soon. Hopefully," he signs, "Thank you for your help, Batman."

------ Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 4.5 (Dani interlude) Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.5 (Dan Interlude) Part 8

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[bluerosefox]

Little Danny's Big Adventure

New idea.

Okay now hear me out.

-Pulls out AU idea cauldron and tosses stuff into it-

Let's put in some Ghost King/Prince Danny.... But also some deaged to toddlerhood Danny that gets yeeted into the DCverse!

Like imagine, tiny baby Danny with his tiny crown of ice floating above his head and his galaxy cape wrapped around him and uses it like a baby blanket. He didn't mean to fall into a different universe, a natural portal opened up and he was being a curious little thing! He didn't mean to trip and fall in during his nap time.

Nor was he expecting to fall into this realm during a rogue attack and knock out said rogue cause they were being a meanie and harming people and now Danny just wants his nap time cause he spent a lot of his tiny engery and he wants to find a nice spot.

Danny finds a place to crash, snuggling himself into his cape and the astronaut bear Danielle got him during her last visit that he takes everywhere since.

He's out like a light as the door to this safe house that belongs to one of the Bats opens up.

Meanwhile. In the Infinite Realms, Queen Regent Jazz is going into Mama Bear Jazz Mode trying to find her deaged brother, keeping the Realms in check, and is resisting the urge to put CW in time out Soup Time because he's being cyptided again about Danny whereabouts!!! UGH!

[therealtsk]

On the road, thinking about how Lisa had Taylor literally holding her sliced face together and still knows that Danny means too much to Taylor to ask her to stay. How she literally had no words for Taylor when she left again, and still gave her encouragement despite how badly that must have hurt her. How she reached out to Taylor when Taylor was flying alone over an ocean with a failing jetpack only to watch her become Kephri and even then, still supported her and helped her. How she loves Taylor and never asks for anything but her loyalty and friendship and Taylor does that, displays an absolute devotion and trust in Lisa and but can’t stop hurting her. Taylor keeps hurting Lisa and it kills me because Lisa keeps letting it happen until Taylor’s done and in Ward she’s so wounded and bitter and tired and she still wants her best friend back. They’re human beings blunted and beaten into knives and when they embraced each other they cut themselves on their edges. They’re in love but they never got the chance to say it. They fought for each other but they never got to live with each other. Odysseys never made it home and Penelope’s bed is still cold. Ariadne and Theseus make it through the labyrinth and he leaves her on the shore. Do you understand

[impyssadobsessions]

DPXDC Prompt: Who is Danny Fenton?

Warning: This one will be dark as it contains character deaths and violence.

Danyal replaced Danny Fenton a long time ago. As in the original died and Danyal needed a place to hide.

He could have killed him or maybe there was an accident. But he's been masquerading as Danny Fenton for a long time.

But imagine Danyal Al Ghul did kill a kid to take his place. Or at least might have put him out of his misery of something tragic that happened.. as if he wasn't stalking homes to try and pretend to be someone's else's child after leaving the league.

Wasn't "his" fault the kid was stupid enough to cross paths and get hurt.

Though guilt does follow him as he pretends and easily slides into the kids life. Reason he "starts" to drift from Jazz, she's the only one that eyeing him too closely and he doesn't like it. Blame it on her being a nag.

Its why he survived the portal incident. He was already contaminated.

All this to avoid having to fight his brother and being kicked around by his grandfather.

Only to have karma bite him in the ass. Not only he failed to come back fully- unlike the pit rage that made you forget yourself- this form seems to make every regret and terrible action dig its claws deeper in every painful way.

Even worse if you play the whole phantom is a ghost combined with Danny.. so phantom is danny fenton.

Now he's lost anything he could have pride in. Thanks to his accident, he's had harder time controlling his body.. especially with his powers. Clumsy. Uneven. He knew he was out of sorts from not practicing but he doubt he be this bad.

His life forever now half of either existence. He couldn't pretend anymore. Once his new parents find out- they would try to kill him.

Back to square fucking one.

And this time. He doubt even his brother or mother would lend a pity hand. Not like he would want it.

AMG just now thought maybe he would go to Gotham after he killed Vlad and was caught by the Fentons.

He warned Vlad and told him he was getting onto his last nerve. Even told him that Jack wasn't his dad and Maddie wasn't his mom, hell he wasn't even Danny Fenton. But if he had to tell him who he was he was going to regret it.

Vlad went even harder losing interest in Danny- only for Danny to make a sword with his powers and show Vlad WHO he was.

He was trying to be like his father- batman. He is the grandson of the demon king- and former member of league of assassins.

Vlad begging when he realizes Danny been holding back and actual death is on the horizon. "I'm Danyal Al Ghul. And I'm tired of you."

Danny did do it to save everyone permanently but after brutally killing Vlad- is when first his friends show up to warn him about his parents just to see what he done.

Danny laughing awkwardly like.. you-you saw that.. didn't you? heh- Then Fentons barge in. Jack is emotional wreck.

Actually getting a few good hits in, before Danny decided to play dead again and let Jack think he destroyed him.

Flying back to gather his stuff to leave permanently. He couldn't take the guilt of looking at Jack's face. Danny Fenton is dead anyways.

Only to be confronted by Jazz later who shakily asks if Danny is her brother.

Danny being honest, "no."

"For how long?" Jazz saying she knows it had to be before the accident.

"…we we're 8."

Jazz asking trying not to sob did he kill him.

"Mercifully." Then explains he was going to die anyways-

"You don't know that-"

"Actually I DO. I know what it takes to KILL someone, what could allow someone to live. That's something I DO know. And if he had managed to live he would be a vegetable." Explaining how the injury to his spinal cord was not recoverable. just imagine its so bittersweet, because Jazz does love her brother still. But Danny has been a lie this whole time.. or at least being Fenton was. Most of the laughs have become real, jokes, the friendship.

But Danny knows he can't fix this.. so he leaves.

Jazz torn whether to beg him to stay or to go.. and just ends up choking up watching him leave.

thus Danny not sure where to go decides its bout time he at least sees his father.

whether he let him see him or not is undecided.

Jack will either be blame for the murder of Vlad, or Phantom will be exposed.

Either way. Danny knew he royally fucked up.. again.

Ooo what if Danny does join the bats but insist he just wants to be a normal teen. Has a fully researched and planned backstory… mostly leaving out things because its "hard" to talk about. How he lived from foster home to foster home pretending to be different children until he just escape.

Until Jazz , Sam , and Tuck come to find him. Having audio where Danny stated he was the son of batman. Danyal Al ghul. So they figured if they find batman. They might find Danny.

Sam and Tucker want answers.. also mixed about Danny.. but dammit they been through so much.. HOW COULD HE keep that from them? They're not going to let him runaway from this. Tucker also adds unless he threatens to kill us.

Jazz had resolved her feelings. Analyzing everything since Danny was 8. When the switch happened. What was him acting and when the real Danyal appeared.

And had decided she didn't care. Danny was her BROTHER. And honestly is the only thing she has left right now. And she wants him back. Wants to help him heal, wants to help him.

Sam and Tuck want their answers then decide what to do from there. They don't WANT everything they knew to be a lie.

And now Batman is aware of more of his son- Damian knowing more of what his twin been up too.

Its a race to get answers out of Danny before he figures it out and disappears for good.

Can see Damian being the best to help Danny through this. Especially since Jon and Dick helped him not feel so bad about the league.

Danny though pointing out- "Difference, the league didn't make me kill a kid, nor a pathetic billionaire."

"You're right. It would have made you kill me."

Danny just breaks.

Thus finally able to admit all his guilt and how terrible he feels about himself. How he TRIED to be like Father but.. he failed so hard. He failed. He failed EVERYTHING. Just a loser. A failure. A waste. Only to be reminded that if he was one- he wouldn't have so many people wanting to know him. He's scared to face his friends' and sister. He knows its gonna hurt. And it does. But even though he isn't forgiven there is hope things can move on from it. Sam and Tucker will have some serious trust issues and take a while to decipher what part is Danny and what isn't. Meanwhile, yes Jazz feels betrayed. She understands and mostly just want to get to know HER brother more.. Danny more. Hope this opens up the wall she wanted to break down this whole time. And as long as Danny shows her who he is, and tries to work on himself. She doesn't care who he was or how he got there. Also he has to show her what he done with her little brother's body and give it a proper burial. Which Danny happily will- giving it a proper burial.. not showing jazz. He's still afraid she'll immediately hate him once she does. Also can see Bruce being so conflicted but Damian, Dick, and Jason all standing up for Danny. Especially Jason once hearing why Danny killed Vlad was to PROTECT his family and town. He gave him fair warning.. So imagine Bruce and Danny having hard time getting along after everything is revealed. But more so just Bruce unable to comprehend the conflicted emotions. Danny tried to emulate him.. but failed. But he tried to do good.. yet he still killed. So its more so awkward than anything. Bruce still wants to give his son the best. Then I can see Danny helping out- though he keeps phantom a secret from the public. He's always invisible or barely seen.

[luxaofhesperides]

(yourlocalcorviddad)

Wait wait wait, can there be more written about the one with Duke going on college tours with Danny??? If it's not too late?!??

(part one)

Danny’s been in love with Duke for years now. It’s always been kept a closely guarded secret, buried under as many wraps as he could get it. He tried to chase after other fleeting crushes in the hopes of moving on from his feelings for Duke, sure that they were never going to go anywhere.

How could they, when they lived states apart? 

The Danny back then would have never believed that he would one day be waking up in Duke’s arms in a hotel far away from home, traveling around the country to figure out a future together. 

Or rather, planning their own futures by each other’s sides, rather than planning to be together throughout college. Danny knows they’ll be spending even more years apart, chasing after their dreams, but it’s a gift just to a a summer together again. So what if it leads them to living on opposite sides of the country? They’ve managed to survive a long distance friendship for this long, they can keep it up for another few years.

And if it comes to it, Danny can just fly to wherever Duke is. He’s only gotten faster over the years, settling into his powers and practicing them so often. 

The future is daunting, but all his nerves are chased away by Duke’s smiles. 

“Can’t believe we’re almost done,” Duke says as they get settled at a restaurant in Massachusetts. They’re both tired, but the giddiness of getting together, of knowing their feelings are requited, keeps them energized and happy despite the long drive across state lines. 

“One state left, yeah?”

“Yeah, and I got Harvard first on the list so we can visit Jazz.”

“You’re the best,” Danny grins, stretching his legs out under the table to lightly knock his foot against Duke’s. 

This entire trip has felt like a daydream to him. It’s one thing being able to travel around the country with Duke, but to be able to kiss him wherever they go? Even now, two weeks later, Danny can’t believe how happy he is.

It makes the uncertainty of his future less scary. It helps distract him from how much he wants to escape his parents, despite how much he loves them.

Their conversation comes to a brief pause as a waiter comes by to take their order, writing everything down before hurrying away to keep up with the rush of activity in the semi-busy restaurant. 

“Oh,” Danny says, suddenly remembering the third person in their group, “Is Peter going to be joining us?” 

Peter, Duke’s chaperones, is odd but funny. He disappears and reappears like a magician, always carries a gun on him, and treats Duke like a little brother the rare moments he’s around. He’s mostly only been with them to act as transport, driving them around from university to university. 

Duke’s face does something strange when he hears Peter’s name, but it’s gone before Danny can figure out what that’s all about.

“Nah,” he answers, “He’s off doing his own thing. You’ve seen how he likes to follow his own plans.”

“So I guess we’re stopping here for the day?”

“Yeah. I’m sure we can find somewhere nice to spend the night, and until then we can explore—” Duke takes a quick moment to check the name of the town they’re in, helpfully stated on the restaurant’s wall of five star reviews “—Baldwinville. I’m sure there’s something for us to do around here.”

“I mean, we don’t have to do anything special, you know. I’d be happy to just to spend the day with you.”

Duke smiles softly, reaching over the table to take hold of Danny’s hand. “I’d like that too. Maybe we should just take some time and explore the place together. Have a relaxing day before we head to Cambridge.”

“That’ll be nice. I feel like it’s been forever since I had a quiet day.”

“Same!” Duke laughs. “Gotham’s wild, man. Did I ever tell you the story of having a barbeque with Killer Croc?”

“No! I can’t believe you kept that from me!”

Duke launches into the story as if it’s any other day, just the two of them hanging out. Danny’s enraptured as he always is when Duke shares his Gotham Stories. He doesn’t falter even when their food is brought out, and Danny tries not to blush too hard when Duke feeds Danny some of his meal, just so he can try it. 

There’s a reason Danny sometimes daydreams about what his wedding with Duke will look like, and it’s because of this.

But that’s getting way ahead of himself! He shoves the thoughts away and focuses on the story, enjoying their lunch together. 

Duke pays when they’re done, as has become routine; Danny had fought him about the first few times before Duke told him that it was all ‘Bruce fucking Wayne’s money so they don’t need to worry about costs.’ It’s a gift from the man himself to Duke, and rejecting it would be rude. 

That hit Danny right in his midwestern politeness and he could do nothing but let it happen, already planning thank you gifts for Bruce Wayne. 

They walk out into the quiet streets of Baldwinville, hand in hand. Summer has the air humid and full of buzzing insects, and the sweet scent of flowers surrounds them as they head down the sidewalk, idly looking into the display windows of each store they pass. The buildings are old, mostly made of brick, and carry a charm that’s lacking in the urban sprawl of Amity Park.

He likes it here. 

Honestly, he’s been liking a lot of what he’s seen in Massachusetts. 

He wouldn’t mind spending a few years here as he gets his Bachelor’s degree. Of course, it all depends on if he gets into the colleges of his choice, but he’s feeling hopeful about his future. He’s worked hard to bring his GPA up after his freshman year, and his ability to juggle and extreme workload has made him a master at getting things done before deadlines and adapting to things at the last minute. 

Danny idly swings their clasped hands between them as they walk, savoring the time they have together. 

The end of their summer trip is creeping up on them and Danny can feel the distance between them start to pull tight. 

They don’t speak until they wander into a park, just a large grassy field filled with wildflowers and bees. There are a few benches placed beneath large trees and Duke leads them over to it to take advantage of the offered shade.

“I can’t believe we’re almost done,” Duke says, sitting down with a sigh. He tugs Danny down after him, and Danny goes willingly. He swings his legs up to drop them across Duke’s lap, leaning against him, his heart fluttering when Duke gets a hand around his thigh to keep him in place. 

“I don’t want this summer to end,” Danny admits. “I’m not ready to leave you again.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out. I’m not going to be away from you any longer than I have to.”

Danny can’t resist the urge to lean over and kiss him, so he doesn’t. Duke meets him with a smile, keeping the kiss slow and sweet, though the way his hand skates up Danny’s thigh sends molten heat through his veins.

He pulls back before they can escalate any further (one time in public was enough; he’s still embarrassed by it and can’t look Peter in the eyes) and leans his head against Duke’s shoulder. “It would be nice if we could live together.”

“Planning out our future already? Well, in that case, I want a dog and a pet snake.”

“Why a pet snake?”

“Just feel like it.”

“A dog would be nice,” Danny says, “As long as it gets along with Cujo. Not sure about the snake, but if you can take care of it, I’d be fine with having it around.”

“Think you’d ever live in Gotham?”

Danny considers, then shrugs. “Maybe. I dunno, it sounds like a lot and I already dealt with so much just with the ghosts in Amity Park. But I don’t think I’d mind if I was with you.”

The smile that crosses Duke’s face is soft and Danny wants to see it all the time. He loves when Duke gets flustered; Danny just turns red and shy, but Duke becomes soft and adoring in a way that makes Danny feel like he’s holding sunlight, all warm and happy.

“We’re getting ahead of ourselves,” Duke says, not yet able to bite back his smile. “Now that we’ve visited most of the places on our list, do you know which ones you’re going to apply to?”

“I’ve got a few ideas,” Danny answers. He’s been thinking about where he wants to go since summer started and he left school with Mr. Lancer reminder everyone to think about college and preparing their applications. 

It’s been a topic that’s never left his mind since for the past couple months, wondering about what the future holds for him. He honestly never thought he’s get this far, having died at 14 and struggled to adapt to how his life changed after. But he’s gotten back on track with school, has a handle on the ghosts, and the support of his parents to go anywhere he wants. 

For so long he’s been stuck in the routine of school, fight, struggle. There was never any time for anything else, much less planning for the future, and now it’s hanging heavy over his head. 

At least he gets to be with Duke as he figures things out. It’s like going back to their childhood, spending summers together, but they’re both grown up now, walking ever closer to the next stages of their lives. 

He’d love to get into MIT, but he knows the chances of being accepted are insanely low. He’ll apply anyways, just in case, but Danny’s prepared to go somewhere else. Maybe somewhere else in Massachusets. Or maybe go to New York. 

“I really liked the Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute. If I get in, I think I’m gonna go there,” Danny says, putting his hopes for the future into words.  

“Yeah? I think I might try to get into a college up here too,” Duke replies. “If things work out, we won’t be so far from each other.”

“And even if we do end up far away again, we can make long distance work. Right?”

There’s a worry in the back of his mind that Duke won’t like a long distance relationship, that he’ll be off in college falling in love with someone else, but there’s barely a second before Duke says, “Of course,” as though it’s obvious. Like he hadn’t considered any other option. 

Danny’s heart settles and he shoves away the rest of his general anxieties. There’s no time for that now! 

He intends to enjoy the rest of his summer trip with Duke to the fullest extent possible, which means all of that is a problem for Future Danny.

“Should we go find Peter? We’ll need to figure out where we’re staying tonight.”

“I think we can go a few more hours to a bigger town,” Duke says, “Not that this place isn’t nice, it’s just too quiet. It’s weird.”

“Alright, city boy,” Danny says, standing up from the bench. He pulls Duke up after him, leaning over to kiss the exaggerated offended expression off his face. It’s not like he’s wrong, anyways; Gotham is a big city, and Duke is an urban boy through and through, especially compared to Danny, who comes from a large town and has family living in reclusive rural Appalachia.

“Small towner,” Duke returns, nipping lightly at Danny’s bottom lip and laughing when he squeaks in surprise.

He pulls away before Danny can retaliate, and Danny lets him go, saving his revenge for after they get to their next hotel. 

Their time together is coming to an end soon, and as much as the future terrifies and excites him in equal measure, knowing Duke will be with him, one way or another, gives him the courage to keep going.

He hopes Jazz will be happy that Duke’s dating him now. He’s already hoping to ask her to be a bridesmaid for him.

[centipede-gutzz]

📸 CONFESSIONS [DANNY JOHNSON X GN READER]

A/N: this feels like it should be a fic but i don't wanna write so it's "headcanons" instead. i need this man.

WARNINGS: blood, slight violence, make out sessions.

TYPE: headcanons, gn reader, romantic

Grass and dirt cover your backside as you're forcibly pushed to the ground. Sparks fly from the generator you were just working on, stuttering and smoking.

It was almost finished too. You look up to glare at the looming shadow on top of you. The Entity's choice of the killer for today was Ghostface himself, just perfect. You try to pry away from him but it's no use now, with your arms being pinned above your head to keep you from struggling.

"Oh, no no no! Can't have you scattering off again, now can we," Danny chuckles out while wagging his finger. God if you were able to move, you would punch this asshole so hard he would be out of commission for weeks.

He seems to notice your scowl and raises his knife to your throat, inches away from slicing. "Look how helpless you are. It pairs real nice with your pretty face," he says with a teasing tone of voice. You call him out, a smug grin plastered on your face as you point out the effects you must have on him. He must be head over heels for you if you're still alive and not on that dreaded hook.

Your taunting works as he grips his knife in anger. If only that mask was off, perhaps he was all flushed. Seems like your guess was correct.

"You're going to regret saying that, you little shit".

☆- as much as he doesn't want to admit it out loud, he really is obsessed with you.

☆- you're the only survivor with both bark and bite, always coming back with remarks and teases. it drives him mad.

☆- danny tries so hard to push back the giddiness he feels when he sees you during matches.

☆- seems like the type to subconsciously go for everyone else and save you for last so both of you are with each other for longer (which he does).

☆- always likes to take pictures of you whether you notice or not. when you're working on a generator, helping your teammates, or simply just sitting at the survivor camp laughing and smiling at your friends. likes to string them up on the walls of his cabin to admire your wonderful looks.

☆- he can't tell whether it's some weird obsession or genuine love. he doesn't have much experience with those types of feelings so it's not the easiest to pinpoint. you guys are just going to be stuck in this little cat and mouse game if neither of you make a move.

☆- danny grows on you as time passes by. while you don't show your interest in the same way he does, you just like to play along with his games. he loves a challenge, so you'll give him one.

☆- despite witnessing how shocked and flustered he gets whenever you say something back to him, you can't help but question if he truly feels the same way. you'd think he would've made a move by now.

☆- it starts to get to you. you're tired of running around in circles and having your thoughts plagued with questions and wonders about what he feels, so you decide to take matters into your own hands.

☆- during one of the many matches you had against ghostface, you were the final one left. desperately trying to listen for that glorious low drone of the open hatch.

☆- you clutch your bleeding sides, palms stained red. an attempt to unhook dwight let to you being attacked by danny (he blows you a kiss right after).

☆- the hatch is in your sights now, exhaling a breath of relief as you make a run for your exit. before you can reach it, a knife is dug into your shoulder.

☆- you cry out as you stumble onto the floor, danny's laughter ringing in your ears. you hit the ground in frustration as you hiss in pain.

☆- he lowers himself to look you in the eyes all the while taunting you, reaching in his pocket to pull out his camera for another picture.

☆- perhaps it's time to throw your thoughts out the window, you think to yourself as you pull him down to kiss the mouth part of his mask. you hear him make a noise of surprise as he drops his camera and jumps off you.

☆- for once in his life, danny is at a loss for words. he brings a gloved hand to his mask, breath heavy and heart racing. he was so caught off-guard that he didn't notice you crawl into the hatch, ending the match while he stands there dazed.

☆- when you spawn back at camp, the others congratulate you for making it out on your own. a couple of them ask you how you managed get out, yet you can only mumble out that it was pure luck, hoping they don't see your flushed face.

☆- danny is no different of course. he immediately makes a beeline to his cabin to think about everything that happened, the kiss replaying in his head over and over. he falls to his knees and glances up at your photos, wondering how this moment ever came to be.

☆- it's complete radio silence from then on. you haven't gone against him for about a week and you didn't even catch him stalking the survivor camp like he usually does.

☆- you start to wonder if you went to far, guilt creeping up on your mind. maybe he didn't see you that way. this whole situation made you seem out of it and unmotivated, your fellow survivors questioning your state of mind.

☆- you decide to stay on the outskirts of the camp one night. the others are making idle chat around the fire while waiting for the next match to finish. you kick a pebble as you stare at the grassy earth, lost in your thoughts.

☆- suddenly, hands cover your mouth and eyes as you get dragged into the forest. you thrash around violently and swear into the hand to let you go but the perpetrator's grip never falters.

☆- soon enough, you're being dragged into a cabin in the depths of the woods. you get dropped to the floor, the wood creaking below your weight. quickly raising to your feet, you yell various profanities and questions at the kidnapper before stopping to see danny standing in front of you.

☆- his mask is nowhere to be seen, yet his face still remains hidden underneath his hood. fist are balled to his sides as you feel his eyes gaze into your own. you think it's time to apologize for what you did.

☆- before you could even muster a word, his lips are on yours. they're chapped but you can't bring yourself to care as arms wrap around your shoulders, pushing you against the wall. you stumble a bit at first but quickly return the kiss with the same desperation.

☆- tongues dance together sinfully as you both make up for lost time, hands grasping whatever they could find. you don't know how long it's been going on for, constantly taking breaks to catch your breath before kissing him again. but god, something deep in your mind begs it for it to never stop.

☆- the air is too hot for your liking as you pull away (holding back a chuckle in reaction to danny's whine at the loss of contact). even when you're this close to him, his face is never shown. you would ask to see, but perhaps that's for a later time when you gain more trust.

☆- he looks at you, eyes filled with hunger and adoration. you try your hardest not to look away in embarrassment, and instead stare back with lidded eyes.

☆- "i think i'm in love with you." danny finally breaks the silence in the air. you raise an eyebrow as if to ask "you think?"

☆- danny grumbles and turns his gaze to the side. "give me a break, things never got this out of hand." you're confused about what he meant but quickly realized he meant love in general. it makes sense to you, seeing his stalking habits and actual murdering sprees.

☆- yeah, you could say that he's into you.

☆- you give him a warm smile, affirming him that you plan to help him through the roller-coaster of love. he rests his head on the crook of your neck in silent thanks as you feel the smile against your skin.

[i-wanna-die-like-now]

Bnha x dp Headcanons:

Danny absolutely loves to spend time with Tokoyami because he just gets his dead jokes and dark humour (and reminds him of Sam who he misses)

When he takes the entrance exam he's overwhelmed with the need to protect everyone even though he's 80% sure UA wouldn't actually put them in any real danger. His obsession doesn't understand that though.

Midoriya has a field day learning about his 'quirk' and when he's finally revealed to be half dead he has a million questions about ghosts and the zone, Danny really enjoys talking about it because his parents don't listen and he is a scientist too damn it.

He bonds with Todoroki almost immediately because he knows what it's like to hate his power (ghostly wail) and he knows what it's like to not want to end up like someone. He ends up also bonding over some trauma about their home life later on.

He helps Uraraka with the nausea she gets because he's been there.

Eri reminds him of Dani and it caused him to have a breakdown when he was alone, he begged Clockwork to let him go home to see her.

During the first part of the sports festival he could have just created a portal or telported to the finish but he wanted to watch everyone so he flew over them and finished 4th.

Bakugou absolutely hates Danny because there's just something off about him that only HE is seeing apparently, he can feel him holding back in every fight and Bakugou can't help but get pissed off at that. When Danny's halfa status is revealed he loses most animosity he has towards him. (Because ofc Danny was holding back he's op as fuck)

Aizawa hates that his quirk doesn't get rid of any of Danny's and he hates how Danny is the type of hero to sacrifice himself to save the people he's saving (he has his hands full with Midoriya) when it comes up Danny had actually died he feels his blood run cold and Oboro flashes in his head.

When Danny started joking and doing quips in fights he gets mixed reactions but because he does them everyone enjoys watching. (Bakugou took that as a sign he wasn't trying hard enough)

Danny has chronic pain in his arm that touched the portal and has a glowing green lichtenberg figure that runs up to his shoulder. Sometimes he can still feel the electricity and it can send him into a panic attack.

^Kaminari makes an effort to never touch Danny after he found out about that, which makes Danny feel horrible because he knows how touchy the blonde is.

He sometimes just goes to Koda and sits with him in silence because his senses are getting overwhelmed and he has animals he can pet.

When Sato or Bakugou cooked for him the first time he made an off hand remark about how he's glad it didn't come to life and it made everyone freeze.

Mirio is in awe of how Danny can keep his senses and clothes when he's intangible and it made Danny realise how lucky he was. When he made Mirio intangible by touching him it made his day and then multiple people asked him if they can try it.

^He also gets asked if he can make them fly and invisible so they can experience it too.

Danny can make Hagakure visible because double invisibility evens out (idk just think it'll be fun), they tired it because Midoriya was curious of what would happen and it made Hagakure cry.

[hailsatanacab]

For the prompt ask game!

9. Sleep deprivation and/or 37. Secret Relationship and/or 40. Identity reveal/major secret reveal

(I selected a few so you can chose the one that resonates the most.)

For any DPxDC characters. <3

*emerges from a google docs, covered in blood and panting* i did it... it is done.

thank you for the prompt!! because i love a challenge, or because i can't stop myself, i went and did all of them!! for everyone!! everyone is sleep deprived and everyone is revealing secrets ^^'

Danny/Tim, mentioned Jazz/Jason

(๑•́ ₃ •̀๑) enjoy!! prompt ask game

kid napping

“Red Robin, sound off. Status?”

“All good here, Oracle. Everything okay?”

It’s been a slow night, never a good sign. Pent up energy itches under his skin and he stretches when he stands, preparing for whatever Oracle is going to throw his way. It’s going to be something, he can tell.

“Good.” Relief briefly colours her voice answers, before she becomes serious again, keys clacking away in the background. “There’s been a report from Agent A. It appears that one Timothy Drake has been kidnapped and is being ransomed for five million dollars and a helicopter. I’m tracing the call now.”

“A helicopter, too? Kidnappers these days, used to be they just wanted their money and that would be the end of it… a fucking helicopter, wow.” Red Hood scoffs, and Red Robin can’t help but join in the laughter over the comms.

“Doesn’t exactly sound like these are the brightest tools in the shed now, does it, Hood? Wonder what poor schmuck they’ve got instead.” Nightwing says, slightly out of breath. 

The smile slips off Red Robin’s face and clammy, cold dread shivers down his spine. A stone settles in his stomach. He wets his lips and clears his throat. “Oracle, can you pull up the CCTV on my apartment near WE? Any closer to tracing the call?”

“Still on the trace, they’re using a jammer. Agent A is cooperating so they should phone back soon, which will help.” she reports, falling into silence as he finds the video feed.

“You know who it is?”

“I hope not.”

It’s tense, he taps his feet on the rooftop, fingers tightening over his grapple as he fights the urge to fly off the roof and check for himself. It better not be him. Please, dear God, don’t let it not be him.

“What are you thinking, Red Robin?” Batman growls through the comms. Red Robin can hear the wind under his words, whipping fast as he no doubt makes his way over to his position.

“I had a, uh, a friend coming over tonight. From behind, he… he could be mistaken for Tim Drake.”

The jokes fall silent, the comms growing serious as they pick up on his tone.

“Well, fuck.” 

“Eloquent as always, Hood.”

“Shut up, bat-brat.”

“You were right, Red Robin, it looks like it was your… friend they caught, instead. About two hours before the call came in. I’m following their van now, I should have the destination soon. In the meantime, it looks like they’re heading towards the docks.”

Red Robin throws himself off the building, shooting his grapple as low as he dares to get the fastest swing he can. 

They have Danny. 

Worry gnaws at his gut even as gravity pulls it into his throat with another swing.

Danny is… And Red Robin means this in the nicest way possible, but Danny is fragile. They haven’t talked about it, but RR knows that Danny has health problems. Something plaguing him since he was young, that’s landed him in the hospital more than once. A weak heart, far too slow to be normal, possibly chronic fatigue—he’s always so tired, falling asleep anywhere he can.

Sometimes, he doesn’t even need to put his head down. Once, when they had gone to the corner store to get some popcorn to enjoy their movie (which Danny had explicitly and repeatedly promised he wouldn’t snore through this time), Danny had rested his head on Tim’s shoulder while they were waiting and he’d just… gone. On his feet, asleep, just like that.

He’d laughed, when Tim woke him up. Apologised. Said Tim made him feel safe enough to fall asleep just about anywhere and—

Red Robin grits his teeth and corrects his course as Oracle updates them with more precise coordinates.

Tim had carried him home that night, piggy-back for four blocks, but by the end of it, he wasn’t tired at all. And that’s another thing, Danny’s just so light. It’s concerning.

They never did watch that movie, but it’s a night that Tim can’t help remembering fondly all the same. They’d ended up rewatching some old sitcom that Danny’s seen countless times but Tim’s never really bothered with, Danny drifting off to sleep again and Tim eventually following him, because… sleep is easy with Danny.

It’s the same for him, he thinks. He can’t explain it, but he feels safe enough to sleep with Danny, too.

He needs to be alright.

“So… Is this friend just a friend? Or a friend friend?” 

“A friend, Nightwing. Now hurry up.”

He’s not in the mood to play these games, not now. There’s a reason why none of them know about Danny, and this is one of them. His family, as much as he loves them, are just too damn nosey for their own good.

“You know that doesn’t answer my question at all.”

“Then why don’t you ask something intelligible, rather than continue with your childish antics?” Robin snarks, and for once, Red Robin has to agree with him. Or, rather, he’s grateful for the distraction that it gives him.

Tim has secrets. He’s sure that Danny does, too, and so far—aside from the standard background check he always runs on new friends and friend friends alike—he’s done very well to respect them. He just can’t say that his family would do the same.

They can be overwhelming, to say the least, and Tim has tried his best to protect Danny from that.

Only to fail to protect him in every other way that it counts.

“How long have you guys been ‘friends’?”

“Nightwing, save it, please.”

“What’s his name?”

He ignores him.

Red Robin lands on the building first, thank goodness. He wastes no time in finding a skylight that can be pried open fairly quietly, slipping inside without a second thought.

“Wait for backup, Red Robin, that is an order!” Batman says, when he lets them know he’s in.

“Negative, Batman. I’m getting him back.”

“Red Robin!”

He weaves silently through the desks on the second floor of the warehouse, always moving, always keeping a trained eye on the shadows around him.

When he reaches the stairs, he hears voices.

“Looks like three of them, armed. The-the hostage is tied to a chair in the middle of the room, he…” Red Robin takes a steadying breath. The person has a burlap sack over their head is slumped to the side, from where he is, Red Robin can’t see if his chest is moving. There’s blood on the floor. “He needs medical assistance. Another two on the northside entrance.”

The comms explode in admonitions, everyone pleading with him to stay where he is, to wait for help, but fuck that. With a tap, he switches them off and he can finally, just about make out the words of the kidnappers as he creeps down the first few steps.

“—shouldn’t he have woken up by now?”

“I don’t know, man, you’re the one that hit him! Do you think he’s—”

“No! I didn’t even hit him that hard, I swear!” the man cries, holding his hands up in surrender. “I just couldn’t take any more of his stupid jokes!”

If there was any doubt in Red Robin’s mind that they picked up Danny by mistake, it’s gone now. Yeah. If you get Danny, you get his stupid jokes, too.

He creeps closer. 

There’s some storage crates between him and Danny, if he can get behind there without being seen then that leaves him in a good position for when whoever’s next in takes out the guys at the front. He can’t do anything without them gone first, not without risking them taking shots inside and endangering Danny.

The man that hit Danny circles round behind him and grabs at his hands.

“What are you even doing, Pat? Who gives a shit, leave him alone.”

“I’m just checking! I just gotta see!”

“Fuck’s sake, guys, who cares? We just gotta get our money, that’s it—”

“And our helicopter!”

“And our—”

“Shit, I can’t find a pulse! Shit, Frank, I killed him, I—”

Jason told him once that when the Pits overtook him, he used to see green. Instead of blacking out, he’d be swimming in that putrid Lazarus colour and he’d slip into that rage and bad things would happen.

He’s heard of people seeing red, too, but really, he thinks that’s more of a literary device.

Tim doesn’t see anything aside from his targets.

A barrage of birdarangs take the guns from the guys at the front, the three around Danny startling badly enough that the guy that kil—that’s behind Danny—stumbles, losing his footing.

Only one of them shoots.

Amateurs. 

There’s a round of curses on the comms as the shots come through. Oracle must have turned them back on.

“Fucking hell—Nightwing and I are at the front, Red Robin, don’t worry about them.”

Red Robin’s barely listening.

He spins, kicking the largest guy in the stomach hard enough so that he doubles over, wheezing. Following through the movement, another kick lands on the side of his head and he’s down. 

The second one, Frank, gets his wits about him and raises his gun, spraying wildly. He’s a shit shot, going wide in panic, and Red Robin simply ducks and rushes forward, keeping low. Tackling the guy, he grabs the gun off of him and uses it to smash him across the face, once, twice, three times, before he stops moving.

“Oracle, get police and paramedics on scene, now.” Batman says, the displeasure in his voice evident. “Red Robin, Robin and I are coming in from the top.”

Pat hasn’t even made it up off the floor yet, scrambling backwards, fear plain on his face. 

Red Robin stands, breathing heavily, gun still in hand.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t mean to do it! Please—please, don’t, please!”

Red Robin doesn’t kill.

Well, no, Red Robin doesn’t normally kill.

No, that’s not quite right, either.

Red Robin has killed. Red Robin will more than likely kill again. Red Robin sees no problem with killing.

The gun is up, pointing towards the guy without any real thought about it.

Footsteps rush behind him, the familiar heavy footfalls of Batman and Robin, so he doesn’t bother turning around. The gun follows the guy as he keeps pulling himself backwards, snot and tears mingling down his face.

“Red Robin,” Batman says, softly.

It’s always weird hearing Batman’s voice like that. It’s not the first time, obviously—Batman can’t use his scary intimidating voice on victims or children, after all—but having it used on him is weird. 

“Breathe.”

“He’s dead. They killed him.”

If hearing Batman’s voice was weird, Red Robin can’t even recognise his own.

Distantly, he realises he’s dissociating. There’s a tightness in his chest, it’s hard to breathe, a growing buzz drowns out any noise in his ears and he can’t think, he can’t—

A heavy hand squeezes his shoulder, jolting him out of his thoughts. Batman reaches around and gently removes the gun from his grip, and Tim feels the instant loss of it. He should have done it, why hadn’t he done it?

Robin takes care of the last man, his crying cut off by a swift kick to the head. Nightwing and Red Hood join them, zip-tying the men on the floor and starting to drag them back to the entrance of the warehouse one by one.

No one says a word.

Shrugging off Batman’s hand, Tim moves towards the chair.

Shaking, he takes a deep breath and removes the sack. The small part of him that was left hoping it wasn’t him, it couldn’t be him, please dear God let it not be him, shatters.

Even dead, he looks peaceful.

Tim’s seen death. He’s no stranger to it, he’s seen what it can do to a person. There’s some blood coagulating over his eyebrows, but otherwise, he looks peaceful. Is that comforting? That he didn’t suffer?

Danny’s head lolls to the side as the sack comes completely away, his hair flopping over his eyes. Tim’s been on at him to get a haircut lately, he thinks it’ll be nice tidied up a bit, just on the sides. It’ll get rid of that permanent bedhead. Help him with job interviews, he’s got to be thinking about that now that he’s in his last year of college.

It’s about the only thing that’ll hold him back, Tim thinks. Danny’s brilliant. Any employer would be a fool to turn him down because of his shaggy hair, but employers are stupid so it makes sense to put your best foot forward and—

Tim falls to his knees.

Fuck.

He’s dead, he’s really—Danny’s skin is horribly pale, cold to the touch. Gone is his bright, cheerful smile. 

“Danny, I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry, I—” 

He stops himself with a deep, shuddering breath. He can’t break down here, he can’t, he can’t, he can’t.

Instead, he tips forward to rest his head in Danny’s lap, arms curling around himself. They were too late. They got here as fast as they could and they were too late.

 “Danny, I’m so sorry…” he whispers. “I… I love you, I love you, I’m sorry.”

Dimly, he can feel the others standing around them. Someone crouches down beside him, resting a comforting arm over his back, but he doesn’t turn his head to see who it is. He squeezes his grip on Danny’s legs tighter.

“Come on, baby bird. Let’s—”

They’re interrupted by a huge, honking snore as Danny jerks himself awake.

Tim’s head snaps up, staring at Danny with wide eyes.

“You were asleep?” Red Robin springs up, several different emotions rapidly flip flopping through him.

“Wha… What?” Danny heaves a yawn, blinking blearily down at him. “Sorry, I’m just… they were shit kidnappers, man, really boring. Honestly, worst abduction yet.”

“You were asleep? I thought you were dead!”

“Not mutually exlusive, you know.” Danny says through another yawn. He rolls his neck around with an almighty crack and glances at everyone. “Didn’t think I’d warrant the whole Bat brigade, though…”

“The kidnappers thought they had Tim Drake.” Batman supplies, while Red Robin tries to work through the emotional whiplash.

“Ah, makes sense… wait.” Danny sits up suddenly, squinting at Red Robin. “Did you say you loved me?”

“No, of course not, why would I—”

“Tim? Is that—are you—are you Red Robin?”

“Everyone, hold the fuck up!” Red Hood shouts from the other side of the warehouse, having finished securing the perps to a streetlight outside. “Double R is dating Danny fucking Nightingale?”

Well, there goes his identity… Oh, who’s he kidding, Danny’s smart. There’s no way he could have salvaged that. This was not how he thought the night was going to go.

“Cranberry, is that you?” Danny twists in his chair, somehow delighted to see Red Hood rescuing him, too. “I thought I smelled you lurking about!”

“Shut it, you little shit. Since when were you dating this dweeb?”

“I’m sorry,” Red Robin pleads, hands in the air to try and slow down the onslaught of information and insults, “you two know each other?”

“Cranberry?” Nightwing echoes, looking as lost as Red Robin feels.

“Yeah, Cranberry—The Cranberries—zombie, zombie, zombie-ie-ie. Obviously. Also he’s wearing a big, fuck off red helmet.”

“Yeah, sure, makes sense.”

It’s about the only thing that does.

“And please don’t call my boyfriend a dweeb, Cranberry. Especially when he just said he loves me for the first time.”

“He only said it because he thought you were dead.”

“I am dead, so it counts.”

“Only half, so I’d say that puts you at a solid ‘like’. Tim’s—and savour this, Tim, because I’m only going to say it once—Tim’s intelligent, so I’m sure he’ll come to his senses soon.”

Danny just throws Red Hood such a shit-eating grin. A level of feral that Tim’s only seen before in Damian. 

“That’s what I used to say about Jazz, too.”

Hood scoffs in offence, and to be honest, Tim’s not sure where he should go from here. What the hell is happening, how do they know each other?

“Come on, is anyone going to untie me or am I really meeting your family mafia-style?”

“Do it yourself, Slimer.” Red Hood laughs, crossing his arms.

“Ugh, you suck so much. I’ll fucking slime you, just you wait. Can’t believe Jazz even likes you, I preferred it when she was dating Johnny.”

And then, without Danny doing anything other than muttering obscenities at Red Hood, the ropes fall to the ground. In one swift motion, Danny stands up and stretches himself to his full height of 5’6.

“All of you need to explain, now.” commands Batman, and honestly, Red Robin’s very much on his side of it.

“I can’t believe it… Jason and Timmy are both in secret relationships? That’s… How come no one told me?” Poor Nightwing sounds the most shocked out of all of them. He turns to Damian and clasps onto both of his shoulders. “You’re not secretly dating, are you, D? Please tell me you’re not, please tell me you’re single, please?”

Of course, Robin just clicks his tongue and pushes his hands away. Really, Red Robin doesn’t think that Nightwing’s in any danger of that happening, he’d be surprised if anyone could stand Robin enough to actually date him.

He shakes his head and turns to Danny, who’s staring right back at him, worry clear on his face.

Fuck, he... He's alive. He's really alive.

Tim pulls him into a bone-crushing hug, fingers buried deep in his NASA shirt. Tucking his face into the crook of Danny's shoulder, he laughs wetly with the joy of it. He's alive. He hasn't lost him. He's safe.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you before now, starshine, but…” Danny breaks the hug and softly pulls away from him to rise on his tiptoes to place a kiss his cheek. The skin burns cold where his lips touch. “I love you, too. Also, you’re gonna wanna sit down. This is going to be a lot.”

[zerogravityinq]

On the eve of the new season starting I wanna talk about baby.

As in who the older kids consider as their "baby" you know, the one they let get away with anything and are around the most.

Tom, the most obvious, has Tim. He literally brought Tim into the family so no surprises there but secondly he claimed Cullen and Damian as his. Cullen because he's pretty serene and Damian because of his relationship with Tim (see below) and he has to mentor the little Slytherin.

Dick has Terry. Not only Terry was made to test of it's viable for him and Tom to have a kid via ritual but he genuinely adores Terry. Other babies are Tim (by Tom association) and Danny.

Cass latches onto Harper but her actual baby is Lilith. She was still unsure about children when Terry was born (and wasn't in the family when Damian was born) but she adores Lilith who is beyond willful but determinedly goes to be around her big sister because Cass lets her get away with a lot....and has similar vibes as her Dad.

Jason's baby is actually Conner but everyone thinks it's Damian or Lilith. They aren't completely wrong because he does claim Lilith since she's a whole gremlin but Conner was the first one to make him feel like an actual big brother. His other baby is Terry. He just connects with him a lot for some reason.

Harper's baby is obviously Cullen but also Danny. Danny who is deep into tinkering like she is is up there in terms of her favorite and their exploits building things are legendary (we are not talking about the sentient Batmobiles that managed to mate...somehow).

Conner's baby is the twins. He connects with them the most and loves teaching them how to use their powers once they kick in (read: taking them flying til they tire and carrying them back at full speed since it won't bother them like it would his more squishy friends and family). Aside from them he really likes Damian and one of the few who can get physically close to him when he is rescued.

Considering canon, Tim's baby is a surprise: Damian. Tim was devastated when Damian was taken, blaming himself for not being there to stop them (despite being 10 and untrained). He was the first that was able to connect with Damian when he was returned. Maybe Damian had some memory of Tim's care when he was a baby or he just wanted to connect to someone who wasn't trying to pressure him into being what he was. In any case they swiftly became close again and Damian was beyond furious when Tim was harmed by Chemist Joker. He expressed this fury by throwing himself into helping Tim recover, sticking to him like Velcro.

Cullen's baby is Terry. They just vibe well.

Damian's baby is also Terry but also Lilith.

[gilbirda]

Can't help falling in love (with you) Chp.5

Jazz/Jason (Anger Management). DP x Batman crossover.

Based on this post

When a ghost does shenanigans, Jazz usually stays out of the trouble, since that's her brother's thing. This time? This time trouble found her in the form of a ghost that marries her to the Red Hood against her will.

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Chapter 5: Cross my heart and hope to die

“What do you MEAN ‘it was kind of an accident’!?”

“I swear I meant to tell you—”

“And you just FORGOT?”

Jazz was seeing red. How could Danny do this to her?

She knew it was a possibility that her brother became King. There were talks about it, debates about claim to the throne after Pariah was defeated, especially when the Ancients came back and made themselves known once more.

Clockwork sat them down and talked about destiny, about the different futures, about Danny’s role in the timeline. He was never clear about what he wanted with that speech, but he had been looking at Danny with a certain hunger in his eyes that Jazz never liked.

True, it was better to have an Ancient on their side, and a powerful one like Clockwork; but it didn’t mean she liked how he was feeding ideas of grandeur to her little brother.

That Danny went through behind her back hurt. A lot. That he hid it from her, on purpose or not, was disheartening. She didn’t want to miss out on Danny’s life, and since she came to Gotham she felt like since she was out of sight, she was out of mind to her brother.

“I didn’t forget!” Danny was making wide gestures. “I was going to tell you as soon as I—”

“And I had to find out I was a freaking Princess like this?” She was well aware she had a ectogun on her hand, so she disabled it and put it back on her right thigh holster. “This affects me too, you know!”

“I know!”

“Hey guys?”

Both turned to look at Red Hood, who had been quietly watching their fight unravel. He pointed at something behind them.

“Your ghost is about to fly away.”

Jazz didn’t have time to make a sound or do anything — the green dome Danny had made around the Elvis ghost shattered into million pieces.

“Nice seeing ya!” The ghost called over his shoulder as he made a peace sign and flew as fast as he could as far as he could.

Danny growled, launching himself to the air behind the retreating figure of the ghost, knowing that it was more important to catch Elvis before they lost him again.

Jazz hadn’t realized she was breathing heavily until she was left alone with Hood. Gotham was unusually quiet — people were too used to late night crime fighting, and citizens ignored them at best and hid from them at worst.

“So… uh…”

“Why didn’t you do anything?”

“What?”

She knew she was too mad to make sense, but they lost Elvis. They had him! And lost him!

“Why didn’t you stop him!”

She launched herself at him, fueled by frustration and anger. The logical part of her, the one that understood that it wasn't Hood’s fault, was screaming at her that rushing a known ex-crime lord and one of the Bats was a bad idea. But she was angry at her brother, angry at being pushed into an unwanted marriage, pushed into being a princess for a dimension that was hostile to her.

Maybe he understood how she felt, because Red Hood quietly met her strikes and only blocked and redirected them, not really trying to retaliate. He moved with her body so easily she felt like she was dancing with him, spinning to deliver a kick he blocked and moved down to properly catch her hand for the next punch.

Jazz moved faster, her muscles straining with the ectoplasm powering her inhuman speed and stamina. She was tired, she was sore and it’s been so long since she had an actual fight she was realizing she missed this. Petty muggers and wannabe gangsters didn’t measure up with her, and while she tried to feel content with the normal life she was making for herself in Gotham, she was never going to be really normal.

Princess.

When was the last time she punched someone with all her might?

Hood caught her fist in one of his gloved hands with only a soft grunt to show the effort. She punched him with her other fist, which he caught with his other hand.

Neither moved after that.

Princess of the Infinite Realms.

“Are you done?”

Jazz controlled her breathing, looking at him between the wild locks of hair that escaped her ponytail. He was also slightly out of breath, but more put together than her.

“Actually, I think I am.”

He let her go, watching carefully as she straightened her back and combed back her hair, freeing it from the ponytail to let it fall free. She missed her usual teal headband, but she had left it at her apartment.

“I’m sorry. That was uncalled for. You didn’t let the ghost free.”

“I think you guys did all the work by starting an argument back there.”

She rolled her eyes at him. “Smartass.”

He hummed, the mechanical distortion of the mask giving it a weird edge.

“What now, Princess?”

Jazz huffed at the name, but she felt spent after burning her anger fighting him.

“Now we wait and see if Danny catches him.”

He hummed again, tilting his head as if thinking how to word something. After a few moments, he finally said: “B wanted me to take you back to the Cave.”

She arched an eyebrow. “Do I have to?”

Somehow she knew he was smiling under the mask. “Why? Want to run away?”

“And go where? I can’t leave this city and also I have a test next week.” She shrugged. “Sure why not? Danny can find me when he is back.”

She started walking towards where she left the bike parked, not waiting to see if Hood would follow her. His quiet boots quickly fell into step behind her.

“How are you going to get to the Batcave?”

“You are going to take me there.”

With a few long strides he was now besides her. “I could just ditch you here.”

“Then I won’t go to the Cave.” She side eyed him, amused with the banter. “Easy.”

“Then Batman will kidnap you and drag you there against your will.”

This made her stop and turn to look at him. “You sound like you speak from experience.”

It was difficult to know with the mask in the way, but she felt his eyes run over her face, considering. He was acting weird, she noticed — or at least it felt it since she didn’t know him that much.

Without answering, he grabbed her gently by the arm and pulled her towards a dark alley. Amused, Jazz didn’t put up a fight just to see where this was going.

“Okay,” he started once they were very clearly out of sight of the main road and not in the line of vision of any of the nearby windows, “I assume I can trust you.”

After basically revealing all her secrets to him and finding out in front of him that she was now the freaking Princess of the Underworld, Jazz considered she deserved some trust. Also Danny cured his corrupted ectoplasm poisoning, so he owed that to them. But she wasn’t going to pull up all the receipts or start an argument with the man she was married to against both of their wills.

“Yeah?” She chose to say as he reached for something behind his head.

“The others will probably try to kill me for this but I don’t give a shit. You are in this now, whether we want it or not.”

There was a soft hissing sound and the mouthpiece detached from his face. He removed it with one hand as the other unstuck the domino mask from his eyes, revealing his bare face.

Jazz didn’t gasp, but it was a close thing. She didn’t expect to find such clear blue eyes in the face of the ruthless vigilante, or the deep scar that ran from his lip and upwards into his hair, across his cheek.

Now that she could see his eyes, and from this close, she could easily detect the liminality in him. How the green was so close to the surface, how he was clearly not that human anymore. She could also see his emotions written all over the nuances in the blue.

He smiled. Hood had dimples. Who would have thought?

“Name’s Jason,” he said as he extended a hand. He also had a nice voice, now that he didn’t have the modulator. Deep and masculine. Jazz blinked and shook his hand a bit late. “Jason Todd. Nice to properly meet you.”

“Likewise.” She said absentmindedly. “Not that I’m complaining but isn’t it a bit… important? The whole secret identity thing.”

He shrugged. “I never cared that much about it. And as I said, until we figure this out, we are stuck together. And it isn’t like you won’t know my name from the marriage papers.”

True. It felt like a smart idea to be honest at this point.

“Okay.” She nodded. “We are still going to the Cave, right?”

He sighed. “Unfortunately.”

They were interrupted by his comms device coming to life with passion. Jazz could hear a lot of voices trying to speak at the same time over each other, and going by the pained faces Jason was doing, they were loud even for him.

“Calm down, everybody.” Jason was trying to make it stop without success.

More voices for a moment, until someone spoke and they all stopped at once. It was deep and monotone, and it was Batman’s.

Now that it was quiet, Jazz could hear his words clearly.

“Report to the Cave immediately. Both of you.”

Did he know she could hear him?

In any case, Jason rolled his eyes and put the mask back on. “En route.” He tapped his ear and grumbled. “I already said we’ll go. Stupid Bruce.”

Bruce…

Why was the name familiar? Bruce… Bruce something. He was on the TV? No, it was something else. Not an actor, she would probably remember. Maybe something else?

It wasn’t until they walked back to the main road that she saw it — the tallest and biggest building in the city, the one she had joked when she moved in that was overcompensating for something.

The Wayne Enterprises building.

Bruce Wayne.

Jason Todd.

Jazz blinked, remembering reading something about Wayne’s dead son being declared alive not that long ago. That it was all a misunderstanding. That he had lost his memories and wandered alone for some years, but he was better now. That his death had been greatly exaggerated.

Knowing what she knew now, she would bet that there were no exaggerations whatsoever. That they managed to convince everyone that he wasn’t actually dead was commendable.

“Want me to grapple us back to your bike?”

“Huh?”

Even with the mask and face cover, she knew he was smiling at her. “Me. Grapple. Swing us to your bike.”

She looked around and came to the same conclusion: walking would take too long. Jazz shrugged and walked closer to him, already looping her arms around him as he readied the grapple gun.

Back at the fight she had been too focused on defeating Elvis; but now in the quiet night, with just the two of them, she could stop and take note of the feeling of flying with the vigilante. It was different from flying with Danny — gravity was not ignored, for starters. But she liked it.

Jazz never felt comfortable being this close to people that weren’t her family. She was a hugger and she enjoyed cuddling with her inner circle; but having a stranger in her personal bubble was always a big no-no.

Jason felt different, and she didn’t know how much of it was the spell and how much was coming from herself. This is why she hated soul magic — you could very easily lose yourself in the paranoia and double thinking every emotion. She was resistant to that magic, sure, but she wasn’t immune.

She genuinely liked Jason and she would be very pissed off if all of it was because of magic.

They soon arrived at her abandoned motorbike, which was exactly where she left it. Such a feat in Gotham. In any case, she knew that in the event that her bike was stolen, it wouldn't work if you weren't at least somewhat liminal. Danny made it like that for her.

Jason once again proved what he was when the engine roared to life for him without issue.

"Nice ride." He commented.

"Thank you! My brother modified this one just for me."

He hummed, quickly noticing the extra dials, the extra buttons, and the little ghost sticker. "How fast can it go?"

If he planned on having a conversation about the specs and the mechanical stuff with her, he was in for disappointment. Jazz only knew enough to take care of her vehicle and whatever Danny info dumped her.

"As fast as I need. With the right juice."

Another perk of Danny's modifications: she could enhance performance by sharing a bit of her power. It put a strain on the engine, so it was not something she did every day.

Jason looked very interested. Jazz made a mental note to tell Danny.

The ride to the Batcave was quiet and comfortable, again that weird calm settling in her chest just by being close to Jason. If she were alone she knew she would be out of her mind with worry, and very angry at the situation. Right then, she only found inner peace as they swerved through Gotham's streets at night. She could even admit to herself that it was a pretty city — but again maybe the trick was to see it at night and not during a smoggy day.

"Here we are." Jason screamed over his shoulder as they ascended a hill, her bike prepared to go through all terrains making the trip just fine.

There was a beep and loud whirring, and the distant waterfall parted to reveal the entrance of the Cave. Huh. Classy.

Jason maneuvered the bike towards what looked like the central area of the whole thing, past the other vehicles and a giant dinosaur. Was that a giant penny as well?

He also helped her dismount the bike. Huh. Chivalry was not dead, after all.

Maybe it was just forcibly brought back to life.

She snorted, shaking her head when he glanced at her, asking what was so funny.

The Batcave was impressive… for a rich white man's secret basement, that is. It showed that he had been doing this for decades, with many additions and upgrades; and right in the center there it was, the Batcomputer.

Tucker had talked about it the moment she told them she was moving to Gotham, confessing he had been entertaining the thought of hacking it, but he didn’t want to look for trouble if it would trace back to her.

“Took you long enough, Todd.”

“Hit some traffic.”

Jazz giggled at the blatant lie, and at the way the kid that was glaring at them narrowed his eyes. Such an expression on a young face was hilarious.

“Hood, report.”

Of course.

Batman waited for them at the Batcomputer, carefully logging everything she had told them about the incident. She caught comments conjecturing about what was unsaid in their conversation, and questions he would ask someone called “Constantine” about the Infinite Realms. Sure. She didn’t judge him for wanting a second opinion, but if what he really wanted was up to date information he needed her and her brother. During Pariah Dark’s reign, the Realms had shut down any and all communication with the living world and who knows what someone unrelated to the newest changes in management would know about the topic.

Jazz quietly followed Jason as he gave a quick rundown of the fight and his observations about the ghost — “Really, Elvis?” “Yeah, Dickhead, the one and only.” — and observed their reactions to the madness that was her life. When he got to the last part, where the ghost escaped because of Danny and her arguing, her face got hot with embarrassment.

“In my defense, he should have told me before the fight. About the whole ‘King’ business.” She crossed her arms, trying to hold on to the last of her dignity. What a rookie mistake, letting your target go because of infighting.

Batman was probably thinking something along those lines, because he patted her on the shoulder. “You did good.”

She narrowed her eyes, wondering if he was being condescending; but by the way that Jason and the one he called ‘Dickhead’ looked at each other in surprise, it was genuine.

“So now we wait?”

She nodded at the other man. Jason’s brother? She tried to remember Bruce Wayne’s assortment of orphans and match his face with one of them. And remember the name.

“Danny will call me if he has news. He better do, anyway.” Because if he doesn’t there is a world of pain ahead of him, but she left that part unsaid.

Batman found it funny. “Rest for now. I think Alfred made cookies.”

He turned back towards the computer without making further comment, considering the conversation done. Jazz thought it was a bit rude, but bit her tongue. There was no point in starting a fight and she was tired and hungry.

“C’mon.” Jason took her hand to guide her towards the elevator, the other young man and the kid hot on their heels.

“You need to change, Todd. It doesn’t count if you only take off the mask.” The kid said. Jazz watched him and his eternal frown and finally could put a name to the face. Damian Wayne, the youngest.

“I will do it once she has some food.”

“I can give her the tour, Jay.” The one she was sure was an older brother said, smiling in her direction. “Unless you guys want alone time?”

Jazz cringed at the comment and the implication of the man’s raised eyebrows and smirk. Now she remembered who this guy was — Dick Grayson, Bruce’s first kid.

Huh, the name was fitting.

“Cut it out, Dickward.” Jason slapped his brother’s shoulder. “Not everyone is down to fuck anything that breathes, like you do.”

She was grateful that the attention of the conversation was moved towards the brothers’ bickering — Dick defending himself, Damian demanding that the topic be immediately dropped and Jason poking his older brother about previous relationships. Jazz looked at her new husband’s face as he deflected comments about his apparent “non-existent” love life, shrugging and scoffing that he didn’t see the point anyway.

Could it be?

It had been a long while since Jazz found a name to what she felt regarding relationships, romantic or sexual. She always thought she would eventually bloom and fall in love, or maybe set aside her ambitions once she found someone worth it, or maybe she only needed to be patient and that the right person would come and sweep her off her feet.

She loved romance novels, and loved reading about her favorite characters falling in love and all that stuff — but she never “bloomed” so to speak. She remembered being sixteen and being on that date with Johnny and him going to kiss her and not feeling anything like it was in her books.

Now, as an adult, she was past losing sleep over that fact. She was not interested, and that was it. She loved, and a lot, and she loved unconditionally, but not like people described romantic love to be.

Jason’s shoulders were slightly tense even if he joked that he was too busy with his “redemption arc” to look for love, and everyone laughed — but she knew. She understood the feeling.

Somehow she was not that mad at the whole arranged marriage thing now. From all the idiots she could be tied to, this one was at least somewhere in the aroace spectrum, and could understand her.

Once on the surface properly, Jazz quickly followed the brothers as they walked further into a house — a mansion? Everything was too big and too fancy to be a simple house — taking note of the route in case she needed to map out the place. It was instinct at this point, finding exit points and escaping routes, just in case. Sometimes she wished that it wasn’t.

She was guided to a living room where some people were already sitting on a sofa and enjoying cookies placed on the coffee table. It was another of the Wayne kids — Timothy? She wasn’t sure — sitting with a blonde boy and a black haired boy wearing a leather jacket with the Superman’s symbol in the back.

“Oh, hi.” The blond one said with a gentle smile.

Timothy froze with a cookie halfway into his mouth, blue eyes fixed on the still joined hands. He then looked up at Jazz, and she held his gaze, arching an eyebrow.

“What’s up?” The guy with the punk attire vaguely waved a hand, also noticing the hands, but choosing to smile at it and not make a comment.

Jason sat down, waiting for Jazz to sit beside him. Dick sat on a loveseat, enjoying watching the show that was about to begin.

“Um…” Timothy chewed his cookie and gulped, eyes going down Jazz’s body. She looked down too, remembering that she still had her weapons on her. “Who’s this?”

An older man wearing a tux walked in holding a silver tray with a teapot and empty cups. His face was completely blank, the only tell of his thought being the slightly arched eyebrow.

“I remember that we agreed on no suits in the Manor, Master Jason.” He gently chastised, placing the tray on the table to unload everything he was carrying. “Also, no weapons.”

Took a moment to realize he was talking to her. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment. “Sorry.”

“You didn’t know, dear.” He said. “I’m Alfred. Alfred Pennyworth.”

“Nice to meet you, Alfred.”

He nodded at her with a small smile. “Likewise, Miss Fenton.”

His eyes flashed towards her hand still in Jason’s, and this time she quickly let go. She didn’t know who this man was, but it didn’t take much to understand he was no mere butler.

No need to be told twice, she got into the task of unbuckling and unfastening everything she had on her person. First, she looped the strap of Moral Support over her head and placed the compacted rifle on the table, a good distance away from the tea and pastries. Then, she took off the jacket, revealing the leather vest and everything she had in it.

She vaguely heard the punk boy whistle in appreciation.

“Who is this?” Timothy asked. Rude. She was standing right there!

Jason chuckled, taking her jacket from her and gingerly placing it on the armrest of the sofa.

“This is Jasmine Fenton.” He said.

Jazz placed the ecto guns next to Moral Support and her hands quickly went back to unzip and unfasten the vest from her. She could take out the blades later, once she was back home.

She made a move to sit down, but was stopped by Alfred clearing his throat. Did she miss anything?

Oh right.

She leaned down and took the hidden dagger in her boot, showing it to the butler, who nodded, smiled and walked out of the room.

Finally, Jazz sat down next to Jason. She crossed her arms, watching the trio watch her, ignoring Dick’s delighted face as he stuffed his face with cookies.

“And?” Timothy asked to elaborate. Blondie was watching the pile of weapons with wide eyes. Punk boy was biting his lip, enjoying the show.

Jason lifted one arm and let it rest on Jazz’s shoulders. By the way Timothy’s face soured at the gesture, she understood this was a bit and played along just to see what would happen. She leaned onto Jason a little, uncrossing her arms to put one hand on his chest, eyes fixed on the other guy’s.

“She’s my wife, of course.”

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The long road of how starting a fight with superman over clone parenting eventually lead to Danny Phantom become God Chapter 8-10 Kidnapings and Plane rides

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Dani, Sam, Tucker, Vlad, and Dani sat in the back section of one of Bruce's larger private jets. In his seat, the eldest halfa sat grumbling to himself, “What was that Vlad?” Danny asked...

“I said I could have at least flown in my own private jet!” Vlad nearly shouted.

“Do you have any idea how much fossil fuels that use, Do you have any Idea what that does to the earth, I can hear the green actively dying, I can hear the anguished cries from the spirits of dead flora, you’re lucky we’re using even one jet!” Sam said, signs of obsession starting to filter into her personality.

“Yes mom!” Vlad drawled being as sarcastic as possible. Dani went up to Tucker, “Father I’m tired can you make a bed.” Tucker used the scarab scepter to turn a group of seats into two California king mattresses pushed together.

“Okay, you all know the drill,” Tucker said.

“Yeah no for sure, one sec, Sam?”Danny said as Sam got up from her seat and grabbed some blankets from one of her carry-on suitcases.

“Danielle really,” Vlad asked only for Dani to look at him with supernaturally large puppy dog eyes.

“Fine.”

“Yay you’re the best.” She said as she dragged the last of her family to the bed when three flashes of light filled the room.

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“Babs, how many is it this time? Five, I don't think any of us.… Don’t get me wrong, I love Cass and Duke, but…” Jason turned to look Bruce directly in the eye, “I think there is a legal limit to how many kids you can adopt.”

“In my defense, I am not adopting any of them.” He replied,

“So they belong to the other billionaire we for some reason have to bring to Gotham.” Jason snarked, Jazz took the moment to mention that technically Vlad was Danny’s ‘son’. The crime lord looked like he was about to say something, stopped, tried to start again, and gave up. Barb began giggling that same harmonious laughter Jazz was beginning to enjoy greatly.

“Look, I gotta piss,” Jason said getting up to use the bathroom which was on the other end of the plane, just past the now-sleeping phantoms. He went to open the door and fell back screaming, “What in the HP Lovecraft is that?”

Jazz and Barb went over to help and saw what frightened the large man. There was a bed with several of the sleeping phantom family. The bed itself was guarded by what appeared to be green-glowing ghost jackals. The bed was lined with roses, and circling around the bed were two gyroscopic wheels covered in half-lidded eyes. In the bed were Sam, Tucker, Some kind of blue vampire, a small cat-like Lamia with white fur, and curling around all of the beings protectively was a lamia, a man thing with a giant flaming hole in its chest with massive wings that also had half-lidded eyes. If one listened closely they could hear three distinct pitches of cat-like purrs.

“Aww, they look so cute.” Jazz cooed softly before shutting

“Wha…what…cute…what... Just who are we flying into Gotham?” Jason stuttered, the eldest Fenton sister turned to look at Jason sympathetically, eyes soft.

“My brother, his partners, and children. Sorry, when they do Danielle asks for the cuddle pile they all like to be in their ghost forms, it’s a security thing.”

“You expect me to believe those are the same kids, the same Wayne adoption bait we picked up in Illinois?” He asked, still breathing heavily from the previous scare.

“Yes,” Barb and Bruce said.

“Yeah, The vampire-looking one is Plasmius or Vlad Masters as you know him aka Danny’s second child (he’s adopted), The big one is Danny, you know Sam and Tucker, and the little one doing her best to imitate her daddy is Danielle. The wheels are actually an extension of her core. She’s a spirit of safe travels and a patroness for the mirror born. Why do you think this flight has gone so smoothly?” Jazz said with a smile on her face which Barb found contagious and mirrored her smile.

“So we aren’t in a plane with biblically accurate angels?” Jason joked feeling a bit calmer now.

“Well that’s a little racist, Vlad is best described as an Upiór, and Danny and Danielle are now more classed as primordial spirits being more embodiments of a concept rather than something as mundane as those lesser spirits in a myth called angels, which are really no different than gods like Zeus. If you have to-- you can call them completely different species.” Jazz attempted to tease but she got caught up in an info dump. She went red at the embarrassment but Barb rubbed her hand reassuringly.

“I’m guessing I won’t be able to go to the bathroom then?” Jason said, peering through the doorway at the multitude of half-lidded eyes daring him to interrupt the family’s sleep.

“Probably not….”

“It’s fine, I can sneak a leak after we land, it's a bit of a drive from the airport to the mansion.”

It was in fact, not fine. As soon as they landed a bunch of goons dressed and were on the runway getting ready to board the plane. Danny, Dani, and Vlad were about to jump into action and phase through when Danny spotted a green stick note on the back of one of the goons that went unnoticed by the rest of the crew.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me!” He said as Vlad, who was cracking his neck getting ready for the fight, asked him what the issue could be. Danny pointed out the plane window at the note.

“Butter biscuits, Clockwork better have a point to all of this…” Vlad muttered as the Phantoms detransformed. Danny had his sister and partners hide. The goons were rather efficient having somehow caught Jason mid bathroom break and locked him in there; barb wasn’t much of a threat at that moment. The goons, thinking Dani and Danny were Wayne children took them, Bruce, and got a bonus billionaire in Vlad as hostages. They had sacks thrown over their heads and drove off.

About fifteen minutes later they were all tied to chairs and the sacks on their heads ripped off to reveal the Riddler and Joker. Riddler with his cane and Joker with a crowbar. Danny was about to go after the clown, it was a clown and it was his right.

“Daniel!” Vlad reminded him of what Clockwork had said in his note. Danny relaxed against his ropes and muttered, "it wouldn’t be worth it anyway."

“What was that?” Joker asked irritated.

“He said that it wouldn't be worth it to beat your butt, I mean where did you two get your costumes spirit Halloween?” Dani laughed

“Dani question mark guy's outfit is clearly self-made, no self-respecting clothes designer would make an outfit covered in question marks. Everyone knows the rule about one tasteful symbol.” Vlad snorted.

“Well, Joker’s outfit is so clearly off the rack,” Danny said as the two supervillains were getting more irritated. Joker took the time to hit Danny with the crowbar causing Bruce to flinch.

“Clearly the only thing funny about you is your outfit.” Danny spat back.

“Maybe I can recommend you two a better tailor,” Vlad smirked.

“No helping supervillains remember you’re reformed.” Danny chided, Vlad rolled his eyes and replied, “They don’t even have powers, I’d hardly call them super anything.”

One of the goons having enough and trying to impress his bosses picked Dani up in an aggressive manner, “Yea well what if I harm the little princess over here!” He growled. He went to look at Dani, whom he was expecting to see a frightened little girl. He in fact was looking into pitch-black eyes and a literal shark tooth grin.

“Hi,” The Goon stumbled back dropping her chair, dropping back to the ground.

“Oof!”

“D…De…Dem...Demon!” He sputtered out crawling away. Dani tilted her head to the side, her eyes the normal blue for everyone to see.

“That’s a little racist.” She said in a sweet innocent voice.

“Yeah man, just because you see something spooky doesn’t mean it’s a demon,” Danny said,

“Yeah, it could be a ghost.” Dani snickered,

“Or a vampire!” Danny nudged Vlad who scowled,

“Bruce, help, we’re surrounded by juvenile morons,” Vlad complained only for Bruce to say he understood his pain. Joker scowled, “Where are the bats, they should be by now right?”

“I don’t know, do I look like the master of time?” Riddler snarked back,

“No,” Dani, Danny, and Vlad all said automatically.

“You know the master of time?” Bruce asked only for Danny to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

“Right.”

“He doesn’t even have the staff!” Dani said,

“Or the Scar.” Danny nodded,

“Or speak in inane cryptic riddles.” Vlad also nodded.

“Hey, I speak riddles!” The riddler interjected as Danny laughed,

“Your riddles come from the first five search results on Google!” Riddler stormed out of the room.

“Unless you all want to end up in a shallow grave.” Joker threatened, however, he did not get the response he expected.

“Really, I get a grave!?” Dani grinned, Danny raised his hand not realizing he just phased it out of the ropes, “While you’re handing out graves.”

“I, too, would not be opposed…” Vlad said surprisingly sheepishly. The Joker looked directly at Bruce giving him a ‘what the fuck’ look. This is not how this normally goes,

“Any clue on when the bats or birds will get here?” The clown said, still looking directly at Bruce.

“I’m not sure what’s holding them up,” Bruce said as Joker stormed out of the room.

“I guess that’s a no on the graves,” Vlad said trying not to sound disappointed.

“I don’t get a grave?” Danielle started tearing up, so Danny phased through the ropes and gave her a hug. Vlad also Phases out of his bindings and puts a reassuring hand on Danielle's back and gently rubs. Bruce silently was wondering what his life became.

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“What do you mean all of the bat vehicles, planes, and boats are out of gas!?” Jason screamed.

“It's like I said, Todd!” The voice from off-screen on Jason’s phone replied.

“And the EVs?”

“No charge, We just got gas, we’re on our way with your gear,” Tim said,

“Just hurry up.”

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Danielle was still crying when Danny had an Idea.

“Hey Dani, since it looks like this is a self-rescue, how about you fight the bad guys.” Dani looked at her father skeptically.

“You and Vlad won't interfere?”

“You remember how to seal souls into the ghost ice right?” Dani nodded at his question.

“Then yep, this will be one hundred percent on your own, just remember to grab the clown’s soul.” He said forming a crystal of ghost ice.

“Yep, I remember what Papa wrote in the note, we need it as a gift for the revenant.” She nodded and transformed.

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That same night on a rooftop in Metropolis Superman flew down to find a bunch of men in white suits by a big “S” signal light.

“A signal is more Batman’s thing.” He said,

“Well, this was the best way to get a hold of you.”

“What do you want?” The man of steel asked, The agents went on to say they knew about his fight against a phantom and were offering to help develop weapons so he could fight the ghost menace better. It would take some time but they could do it. That made sense so he agreed. Especially after they told him phantom attacked a random family in Illinois and rendered the parents believe they were three years old and kidnaped or killed their two kids and two of their son’s friends. Just as he was about to fly off, they mentioned one more thing,

“We were working with the Fentons at the time, and they managed to capture Phantom for a bit, however, according to them he is now taking the form of a small girl with white hair. “ They pulled out a tablet and showed a video of a small girl with white hair, green eyes, and the Phantom symbol on a black hazmat suit. Superman thanked them for the info and went patrol Metropolis.

Jason, Barb, Sam, Tucker, Tim, and Damian were all gearing up getting ready to look for where the rest of the Phantoms and Bruce were located. Barb was using a laptop to go over possible locations. However, Tim noticed Sam, Tucker, and Jazz were a little too calm.

“Danny get kidnaped often?” he asked.

“Why do you ask?’ Sam snapped.

“You all seem awfully calm…” Tim accused. Jason put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go, “No, Bruce said these kids and one of the scummiest billionaires alive were the highest priority and I don’t get why!?”

“Wow, and I thought Dash had anger issues.” They all turned to see fourteen-year-old Danny Fenton.

“Danny!” Jazz, Sam, and Tucker went and hugged him,

“Hey guys”’ He smiled as Tim and Jason stood in surprise and their jaws on the floor.

“Sooo, how’s the kidnapping going?” Jazz sing songed.

“Pretty good, got to make fun of this clown and some dude with a question mark kink. Not too happy about that last bit. Danielle is a little young to be exposed to some dude running around in a skintight leotard with a boner.” Danny frowned before smiling again, “But she did get to use scary eyes on some goon…” He was cut off by some shorter-than-danny spiky-haired kid dressed like a traffic light bursting through red robin and Red Hood.

“How are you here?” The kid demanded.

“I’m the ancient of space kid, anywhere there is the concept of space, or space itself I or a copy of myself can be.” The Kid scowled,

“So on top of teleportation, super strength, energy beams, sonic attacks, summoning stars, black holes, and some kind of eldritch form, are you basically omnipresent?”

“No, I won't be omnipresent until I die fully, something about the human body not being able to properly contain that much ectoplasm.” all three bats looked at him like he was insane, he was just glad they didn't need to go over all of his abilities because they didn't even really scuff the surface.

“Anyway I gotta get going, Vlad and I are letting Danielle beat these so-called supervillains to a pulp, oh, and Revenant we’ll have a present for you when you meet us at the warehouse,” Danny said as he faded out of existence. Barb started typing on her laptop knowing they were at a warehouse and there were only a few that matched the needs of the kidnapers and was listed as taking on some of the villain forums.

“So he let himself get kidnaped?” Tim asked.

“Yes….” Sam said unable to make eye contact.

“Why?”

“The ways of the ancients are all-knowing and mysterious,” Sam said,

“There’s no point in fighting it, just stand by, watch, and trust the process .” Tucker continued.

“And everything will be as it should.” Jazz finished.

“Soooo, you have no idea,” Jason said,

“Nope,” the three liminals of the phantom family replied.

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The Joker and the Riddler were in another room wondering who the hell they just kidnapped. Bruce was one thing. His “secret” identity wasn’t much of a secret. No one cared, it was part of the game. Joker knew that better than anybody. Why ruin the fun, which is exactly what these three additional hostages were doing? They didn't behave right. If he was being honest it was kind of interesting.

“Having fun Jack?” The joker heard a soft gentle female voice call out to him. They didn’t hire any female goons. He turned to see a young, attractive, slim woman of average height in her early to mid-20s. She has very pale skin, dark eyes, long jet-black hair, and has an Eye of Horus painted under one of her eyes. She was dressed like an 80’s Goth Rocker and had a large ankh pendant.

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am, Jackson William Napier.” His eyes went wide at the name he hadn’t used in almost two decades.

“You okay?” Riddler asked Joker, clearly unable to see the woman.

“Yes,” Joker snapped, throwing a chair at the riddler.

“Relax, I am not here for you today.” The woman smiled.

“Then why are you here?” The clown prince of crime’s eyes narrowed.

“Why don't we go say hi to our friends in the other room.” She gestured toward the main section of the warehouse. He yelled for the Riddler to follow him. When they made it to the large warehouse space he noticed that the little girl was missing. He was about to demand where she was when a large voice boomed its way through the space, he nearly needed to cover his ears.

“Do not be afraid, for behold, I am a merciful spirit. Lay down your weapons and surrender and you will remain unharmed.” He turned his head upward to look in the direction of the voice and saw the unbelievable.

The girl they had kidnaped was floating mid-air surrounded by gyroscopic wheels covered in eyes. Her hair was now snow white. She wore pure white Grecian armor. She had two wings that looked like they were made of the night sky. A silver tiara that held a gem the color of Pluto floated above her head.

The look on her face seemed disappointed, “Dad my shadows aren’t eating anything yet!” She whined, surprisingly still childish.

“That will happen when you get older, honey you’re still under a millennium old..” The teenage boy said with a surprisingly proud grin.

He looked to see all the goons and Riddler bowing to whatever that thing was,

“Nygma what the hell.”

“I signed up to fight Batman and his Flock, not whatever the fuck that is!”

Joker scowled and saw the pale black-haired woman from earlier, walk over to one of the goons and help him up. She said something to him before the goon loudly complained, “I only did this because my wife just got fired and we need the extra income, what’s going to happen to them now?” The woman turned to look at the teenage boy they had kidnapped, “Your Highness?” The boy looked at her and the goon. “Everything will work out, you know that…” Was his reply to the woman who frowned slightly, “You are far too often in the presence of Time.”

“You should visit, he says he gets lonely, I can’t be the only one to keep him entertained.” The boy smiled.

“Perhaps I will consider the request. It has been a while since I have visited Time. Maybe I should visit him.” The woman said as she and the goon calmly walked out of the warehouse. Joker turned to look back at the goons who still bowed, except for one.

The Goon that had walked out with that woman, was still there in the room, dead on the floor.

“So are we going to stand around all day or are we going to fight?” The childish voice said in the Joker’s ear before he was launched across the warehouse with a swift kick to the gut.

Where did she come from was all he could think as he saw the white-haired girl calmly walking towards him. He didn't take this sitting down like some dog. He threw a joker grenade at the girl who blocked and redirected it back at him with one of her wings. He jumped out of the way, picking up the crowbar he dropped along the way.

“You aren’t the first kid I’ve killed in this warehouse and you won't be the last!” He growled, swinging his crowbar only for Dani to slip out of the way and push him into a wall, he used his acid flower. It was a direct hit, however, the now skeletal-faced girl was still coming after him. She brought her arm up and summoned an Xiphos that looked like it was going to crumble apart. It was black with red cracks that radiated heat. He barely dodged the slash and rolled out of the way only for the room to become momentarily filled with fire.

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Now in Gotham Propper, the rescue crew was still having trouble locating everyone who was abducted. Barb, now in her Batgirl exoskeleton, was still on her tablet working overtime. However, their prayers were answered when a massive crescent of fire exploded out of the sides of one of the warehouses dissipating into the sky. Everyone had a flat expression.

“I’m guessing they’re at that building,” Robin said.

“Yep.” Everyone responded.

“Of course, it has to be that warehouse,” Redhood said as the remaining members of the Phantom family noticed the rise in his ectoplasm levels. They asked if he was okay.

“No, but I’ll live.”

“Is it the Pits?” Red Robin asked.

“Yeah…”

“Pits, you mean the rise in his ecto plasma levels?” Jazz asked.

“What?” Tim and Jason asked.

“You’re liminal, you have high levels of ectoplasm. I’d say you're death-leaning like us.” Sam said as Jason got in her face only to feel Jazz pull him away.

“Look, I get that for some reason that warehouse is triggering some kind of revenge obsession and your emotions are high, but if you’re going to be any help you need to regulate your emotions.” She said,

“RedHood control his emotions?” Batgirl snorted.

“What do you mean?” Tim cut in, Jazz sighed not wanting to have this conversation right now, however, it looked like things on her brother's end were going fine so she decided it was best to explain. She turned to Jason,

“You’re a death-leaning liminal. Like Sam, Tucker, and I. You have strong ghostly attributes that will leak into your physicality as well as your mentality. You have an obsession centered around revenge and justice. I know this because my own obsession with knowing, understanding, and helping people makes me a really strong empath.

For you, I'm assuming better stealth skills, enhanced durability, enhanced speed, strength, etc. However, this also means any emotion you experience is multiplied by a factor of a thousand or more. Meaning if you don’t work through any issues or don't regulate your emotions you may find them controlling you in a way. “

“Are you talking about the Pit madness?” Jason asked.

“Pit madness? What, no, there is no madness. You just fucking need therapy!” Jazz exasperated to a stunned group of bats and birds.

“Let's get going before Danielle burns down Gotham,” Sam said, ushering Tucker into the assault vehicle, he was followed by Red Robin, Robin, Jason who was basically pushed in by Sam, And finally Bat Girl who led Jazz into the vehicle hand in hand. Sam got in the driver's seat and sped off.

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Joker barely dodged the slash and rolled out of the way only for the room to become momentarily filled with fire. When the fire dissipated there was a giant hole shaped like a half-moon in the warehouse that was glowing a molten orange. He started to run away only to run into Dani’s elbow. He fell to the ground covering his now bleeding nose. He noticed she no longer looked skeletal

He activated traps that would have attacked her from behind, but her existence blurred out of the way before reforming.

“What made you think all the eyes are just cosmetic?” She said pointing to the rotating wheels that never seemed to be in her way, but flowed effortlessly around her.

“You know, let's play another time, bye Brucie.” He said turning around and trying to run away only for Dani to run her hand right through his chest. She followed him to the ground and phased her arm out of him. He suddenly felt extremely cold.

Dani turned around to face her father, brother, and Bruce with a large grin declaring she was done. Danny untied Bruce and they all tied up the goons, riddler, and Joker. Who looks ready to kill Bruce,

“No metas in gotham?” The clown spat.

“They aren’t metas.” Bruce said.

“What the fuck are they?” Riddler demanded

Dani, Danny, and Vlad turned to face the Riddler and in sync said, “We’re ghosts.” And to the eyes of Edward Nygma, all three were for that moment in their true ghost forms. They all then walked over to the body of the goon who had died. Bruce mentioned something about a no-killing rule.

Danielle found a tarp and covered the body. She appeared to be looking at something and muttered something under her breath before looking at Bruce.

“It was his time, he would have had that heart attack whether we were here or not.” She said softly and continued,

“At least she was here to comfort and guide him, with the ectoplasm from all three of us, along with the abnormally high ambient levels he wouldn’t have moved on properly.”

“Who?” Joker asked, praying his suspicions were wrong.

“Death,” Danielle said, proving his suspicions depressingly correct.

“And how would you know he was meant to die, he was a good man!” One of the goons yelled.

“His name was in the ledger.” Dani covered her mouth as soon as she spoke. She knew only the ancients and the royal family knew about the ledger. For some reason unknown to her and her family she is also one of three spirits who can read the ledger. Something not even her father could do. When she asked Clockwork about it, until she was born only death and time could read it.

“Danielle!” Danny chided his daughter.

“You mortals will never speak another word of the ledger!” Danny’s voice echoed unnaturally loud through the warehouse and every mortal's soul. He looked at Bruce who looked like he had some questions,

“Let's just say for a reason only Ancients know why, she has some unique abilities when it comes to death.” Bruce nodded, understanding that was all he was going to get. All three stood around until Red Hood, Robin, Bat Girl, Red Robin, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz who was armed with a Fenton Anti-Creep Stick burst through the door. Only to be disappointed that the fight was over.

“How did she do?” Sam asked.

“Phantastic!” Danny grinned as Danielle leaped into Sam’s arms yelling “Mommy” as she nuzzled into the woman. The vigilantes called the GCPD for the pick up and they all got back into the assault vehicle. In the vehicle, Dani gave Redhood a purple green, and white crystal saying it was a gift from the royal family as thanks for letting them stay in the city.

“Thanks?” He said slowly.

“That’s one half of the Joker’s soul. Anything that Crystal experiences he will.” She smiled.

“So if I shoot it?”

“He will experience the pain of being shot.” Jason grinned at this, then frowned

“Does this mean as long as this crystal exists he will not be able to die?”

“No, while it may be impossible to destroy the crystal, it will crumble to dust when it is his time,” Dani reassured him.

“And when will that be?” Jason said, eyes glowing. Danielle looked to see her father glaring at her.

“I couldn’t tell you, just know basically that gives you the ability to torture him whenever you like. It’s like a supernatural stress ball.” She said as Bruce sighed in disappointment. Jason however grinned like a madman and began poking the crystal with one of his knives.

“I think I’m going to like this gift.”

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Just wanted to explore mind control that behaves more like a really strong temptation and CAN be resisted if one has the self-control to. It's a Danny Phantom fic. Didn’t even decide on a villian. Here are all the words in that doc

“Sit.” The command came muffled through Danny’s hands, pressed tightly against his ears. His breath hitched in anticipation, expecting his muscles to lock up and move on their own, or a numbness that turned his mind off beyond the desire to obey. But nothing like that happened. He didn’t suddenly lose control of himself or his body. Instead a want trickled into his chest, quickly filling him up. He’d felt want like this before. When he smelled Tucker’s beef jerky after going too long without a meal, when Flash made fun of his parents and he itched to retaliate with his fists, when he stayed up late to study but his bed was right there calling his name. If he hadn’t been aware of the magic involved, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell it wasn’t his own desire. The ground looked exactly where he wanted to be. He knew folding his legs would feel just right. Danny stayed solidly on his feet, breathing out a quietly surprised, “oh.” He drew himself up, letting his hands fall back to his sides, as he smirked at The Villian. “Yeah, that’s not gonna work on me. I’m not a dog, and I’m not going to sit.” The Villian tilted their head. “Does putting negative connotations with the action help you resist?” Danny rolled his eyes and launched at The Villian, who dodged with a lazy side step. “I don’t need help resisting this pathetic excuse for mind control.” Danny followed The Villian with a swing of his fist. He thought once he refused to sit that the command would break, but the desire to sit down on the ground stayed a tantalizing temptation. To deal with it, he promised himself that he would sit down after The Villian was dealt with. He sent another ectoblast at the Villian, watching it slam against a hastily cast shield. The villain hummed again, and fought silently with an impassive expression. It took Danny a while to realize that the Villian was stalling, waiting, tiring Danny out. It was only a moment later Danny noticed that he’d stopped flying around. Danny’s feet were firmly planted on the ground because it seemed to satisfy the hungry want while simultaneously making it worse. Like putting a bite of cake you’re not allowed to have up to your lips. He shot back up into the air with a sharp inhale. His chest ached with the loss. Danny snarled at the knowing look on the Villian’s perfectly calm face. “Just hand over the crystal!!” Danny snapped, throwing another useless ectoblast that collided into another shield. “No, I will not.”

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Torturing Danny again in this one. But this time, he's accidentally stumbled into a Fae. No plans beyond this other than maybe she's interested in his half ghost status, but it messes with her magic so it doesn't quite work on him. Here are all the words in that doc

Danny was, for the lack of a better word, enchanted. The girl sat atop a mossy rock with an absolutely dazzling smile. Her stick straight, babyfine, golden blond hair shimmered in the sunlight, giving her an ethereal glow. She leaned forward and her hair slid off her shoulder like a silky curtain. She tucked it behind her ear with thin, delicate fingers. Danny swallowed, and thought that he might have hit his head harder than he thought and was either hallucinating or seeing an angel. Her smile widened, like they were sharing a delightful joke together. “Aren’t you going to get up?” Danny blinked for the first time since spotting her, realizing he was still laying on his stomach in the mud and in the middle of a very damaged bush. He pushed himself up and stood, wincing. The fall hadn’t been pleasant. His gut and rib cage had taken the brunt of the impact along with his elbows that kept his head from smashing into the ground too hard. “Oh, you poor thing. Come here.” The girl extended her arms like a mother offering to scoop up her crying toddler. She seemed much too small to hold him. She couldn’t be more than half his size, but even still he found himself limping towards her obediently. His gut didn’t appreciate the movement, and sent him to his knees with a sharp twinge before he could get to her. “Aw,” she cooed, and slid off her rock. Danny blinked up at her. She towered, thin, frail, elegant, with a height greater than his dad’s. He looked back at the rock, trying to remember her before she stood, trying to reconcile what he had thought he’d seen with what he was seeing now. But at no point had she changed and he can’t wrap his head around it. “That must hurt so, child.” “I… um,” Danny looked back up at her. “I’ll be alright. I just… need a minute. Sorry.” “Of course.” She beamed again. “I can give you a minute.” “Thanks.” Danny winced with another twinge. He glanced up at the sky through the trees, looking for the ghost that punched him so hard he turned mid battle. That caused him to plummet into the woods below. “Um, what are you doing out here? It might not be all that safe right now.” Danny looked back at the girl, the woman, to find her still smiling, and still staring intently at him. This time he didn’t feel like he was in on the joke. “I can assure you that I am completely safe.” “Um, I don’t know, there’s a-” “What’s your name, child?” Danny paused, a bit thrown off by the interruption. “I’m Danny.” “Daniel?” Danny shook his head, even as a shiver ran through him with the sound of his name in her voice. “Danny. I prefer Danny.”

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is half written backstory for dnd character that I never used. He was the youngest in a wealthy family and an absolute brat. His sister threatens to cut him off from his allowance if he doesn't stop being a waste of space. But instead of like... going to school or working for anything, he decides to make a deal with the first deity he can find, becoming a warlock, not realizing he actually has to do things for said deity.

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Danny Phantom fae AU where he turns half fae instead of half ghost and his parents are fae hunters instead of ghost hunters and yadda yadda. This one's old and I don't remember the plan. Again, sharing the entire doc

Danny trotted outside the house with his bucket of nails, and a pair of loppers. His trott a little more exaggerated, each step a little more forceful than necessary all to keep his light up shoes blinking. He turned on the headlamp and made his way towards the back yard. He'd been sentenced to maintenance duty with the fence, which could only be done at night. His parents constantly told him and his sister that fairies only come out during the day. Danny didn't believe them. At seven years old, he didn't believe in fairies anymore. His big sister said they weren't real.  He set the bucket down, and adjusted the loppers in his grip. He opened them up and cut the first vine that had krept it's way across the gravel mound, reaching for their wooden fence. His parents said the vines would grab him and take him away forever if he ever touched them while they were awake, when the sun was up.

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OG stuff. Colton's brother turned into a vampire and killed their parents. idk. Sharing the whole doc again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I… I just don’t know how to control it.” “Then maybe you should stay away.” Jason took a step back, the heel of his shoe splashing into a shallow puddle. His heartbeat thudded in his ears and he wondered if Colton, his older brother, could hear it too. Colton froze, stopping his approach with a stricken expression. “Jason… you don’t mean that.” Jason was going to be sick. Colton looked just the same as always. Just like the brother that helped him with his math homework, the brother that all Jason’s friends thought was the coolest, the brother that snuck him a cigarette one summer when their parents kicked them out of the house to argue. But the illusion was broken by red eyes that gleamed at him in the dark. They were emotionless pits of a predator and not the warmly fond earthy brown of his brother. He swallowed down the taste of bile, and managed to whisper. “You killed them. Mom and Dad- You-.” Colton stayed still, entirely too still, for a moment, before the troubled anguish on his face doubled. “I didn’t mean to, Jason. You have to know that.” Jason took another step back and halted when Colton matched it like he’d seen it coming. His breath stuttered. “Jason, please.” “You’ll… If you can’t control it, you’ll- I’ll-” The dark alleyway swayed as Jason’s head spun. “No! Jason, no. I would never hurt you! I was just… so… hungry. But I’m not anymore. I promise. I won’t hurt you.” Colton took an experimental step closer. Jason stumbled away, gagging as he saw Colton bent over their mother’s broken form with his teeth tearing at the flesh of her neck. Hungry. His elbow hit the brick wall before his shoulder slammed into it and knocked him over onto a stack of soaked pallets. Arms of marble caught him before he could crack his head open on the pavement.

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I think this was a Tumblr prompt. Civilian saves hero and villian or something like that. idk, dude. Full doc again because fuck u

Thomas wasn't trying to be a hero. He really wasn't. It had just been common sense that kept him from running. If he didn't shut down the furnaces properly, they would overheat, and if they overheated with the hero and the villian prancing around and breaking things like they were, there was a very high chance of a fire. A fire left to spread in this particular factory would most definetly level the city. Thomas had tried to run. He wasn't the kind of person to stick around to watch heroes and villians fight. The first thundering quake of the ground and the shattering of glass had him sprinting faster than he'd ever in his entire life. But that had only lasted a few moments before a blast shoved him off his feet, slamming him to the ground. He covered his head, curling up small. Another shockwave upheaved the cement under him. The world spun in a confusion flury of

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Face to Face- Chapter 51

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

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With yawns, the group hug pulled apart.

Dad stretched, pushing himself to his feet. “This old man’s ready to hit the hay. There’s been a lotta excitement.”

“There has been.” The other adult nodded. “I think we all need to head to bed.” 

Fenton held back a yawn, looking at Phantom. A silent conversation passed and… “I think we’re gonna stay up here a few more minutes. Get some star gazing in.”

Worry flickered across Mom’s face. “Are you sure? You look tired, sweetie. I don’t want you falling asleep up here.”

“We’ll be fine.” Phantom gave her a soft smile. “I can carry Fenton in, if he does fall asleep.”

The woman offered a nod. “Alright. Good night Danny.” 

Good night kisses were exchanged, other parting words and soon…. Fenton and Phantom were alone.

They both shifted on the blanket pile, sitting down side by side and looking at the stars. A beat of companionable silence passed. Just the night sky, deep and vivid with ghostly eyes. The moon, barely a waning sliver. Venus, still bright near the horizon. With a quick search, Human Danny found Mars, Jupiter, and Saturn. And the constellations….

“There’s Pegasus.” Phantom’s finger traced the square of stars. 

“And Andromeda.” Fenton pointed above the famed flying horse. His eyes widened slightly, awed. “I can actually see the galaxy.”

“It’s incredible.” The ghost breath, sharing the feeling. “I don’t think I’ll ever get over it, how many stars we can see now.” His eyes shone, quietly giddy.

More patterns were traced. “Perseus. Cassiopeia.”

“And there’s little Lacerta, the Lizard.” The human’s finger pointed out the diamond ‘head,’ the square ‘body’, the little ‘tail.’ “And the swan, Cygnus.” The Northern cross made up the ‘body’, two ‘wings’ outlined with the upper part.

He’d never tire of this, Phantom knew, the sight filling him with so much joy. He loved learning the names of the stars, the stories people told. He dreamed of the far reaches of space, the mysteries and wonders of distant worlds. His mind drifted for just a moment to the portal, to the unknown world accessible through his basement. 

Fenton gave a sigh. “It’s too bad it’s the wrong time of year for Orion.” 

The ghost turned his head. “Our favorite.” His counterpart nodded. “It is a winter constellation, like…” His eyes drifted to the sky, checking for something he was sure wouldn’t be there. Phantom gave a soft smile. “You know, I’m kinda partial to Gemini.”

The human rolled his eyes, putting his head in his hands. “The twins, really?” He looked up, raising a brow. “These ‘I’m my own brother’ jokes.”

The ghost laughed. “You’re the one who started calling me James.” He poked his other playfully. “But seriously though, I like the constellation. It seemed appropriate, and… I don’t know, they’re something… special about this.” He motioned to the two of them.

“Yeah.” Fenton raised a brow, a quiet request to continue.

Phantom nodded. “And… this is it.” He sobered slightly, wide earnest eyes fixed on his counterpart. “If everything goes right, we’ll be back to being a halfa tomorrow.” A flicker of hope, of excitement. If it worked, they would finally be back to how they were supposed to be. But… “This is our last night, like this.” There was a weight to the words, a bittersweet aching in his core. “So… I guess if we have anything else to say to each other while we’re still like this, we should say it.”

The human’s brow furrowed. “Well.” A pause, betraying Fenton’s understanding of the seriousness of the conversation. Then the corner of human Danny’s mouth twitched. “I do have a joke.”

“Do you now?” Phantom’s serious expression cracked slightly, a brow raised.

 “Why didn’t the ghost go to the dance?” Fenton kept his face deceptively neutral.

“...why?” Phantom asked, hesitantly.

 Human Danny grinned. “He had no body to go with.”

His counterpart gawked. “Really, Fenton?” He chuckled. “Really?”

“What? It seemed appropriate considering.…” He wiggled his eyebrows pointing at himself. 

“You. are. Ridiculous!” Phantom practically lunged for him. “He had no body to go with?” A hand furiously noogied the black haired head. “He had no body to go with? How could you do me dirty like that?” 

The human shook with laughter, squirming and trying to get away. “You’re the one who thought I was your dead body.”

“You were asleep!” The ghost exclaimed.

“You’d still have no body to go with.” Fenton giggled. “I’d never let you take me to the dance!”

Phantom lost it, his hand dropping out of his human’s hair. The other successfully broke away, arms wrapping around his middle in his outburst. The ghost flopped down on the blanket pile, tail twitching in his mirth.

“Sorry. Sorry.” Fenton finally broke out, panting for breath. “I just had to get that out of me.”

His counterpart snorted. “I’d never let you take me to the dance.”

“Very funny.” The human rolled his eyes, still smiling.

“You’re never gonna live that down.” The ghost propped himself up with his elbows. “We’ll be at the next school dance. That’ll suddenly pop up in our head and we’ll end up laughing to ourself like we’re crazy.”

“Only if halfa-us actually remembers this.” Fenton pointed out, one brow raised. “Also, we can’t live anything down.” A yawn broke through the words but he powered through. “Kinda comes with being half-dead.”

“We’re making death jokes now!” Phantom sat up, raising his arms. “How the tables have turned!”

“Yep.” His other chuckled. Then… “Seriously though.” His face sobered, a mirror of Phantom’s earlier expression. “About your question… I guess I do have some stuff to say.”

The ghost shuffled closer but didn’t say anything, patient.

The human sighed. “First, I’m glad we talked to Mom and Dad. It was hard but… I think it helped. We… we really did need to do it.”

Phantom reached, a hand going to his counterpart’s arm. “I’m happy we could do it together.” He gave a soft smile. “So much has happened and… it was good to get it all out in the open.”

Fenton nodded. There were a lot of feelings there but… paramount was relief, a peace settling over them. Then… a twinge in his heart. “We never really talked about what happened with Dora at the park.”

The ghost's soft smile waned slightly. “Right. I guess we got pretty wrapped up worrying about tonight.”

There was a lot there as well. Happiness and excitement: Mom and Dad had reacted so well, been so enthusiastic to answer all of the princess’s questions. Sadness and worry: They learned a bit of where Dora was from, the abuse she was suffering and… she’d flown back to her brother. Guilt: people had been hurt at the park, property destroyed. And yet….

Things could have gone much worse if it wasn’t for their ice and quick thinking. They’d jumped into action, Fenton getting people away from the action while Phantom tried to get the necklace off the dragon ghost. They’d both fought, in their own separate ways. But at the end, together….

A shared feeling rose. At that moment…. There’d been determination, surety. Green and blue eyes meet, both sparkling.

“We both pulled off the amulet.” Phantom spoke the words. “And… it felt so right.”

“Like… like that’s what we were meant to do.” Fenton nodded, eyes wide.

The words, the memory made the ghost’s core buzz. “It felt so… perfect. Protecting people and helping Dora.” He couldn’t verbalize, could hardly explain it. But… it felt like looking at the stars. Like…. Somehow, something slotted into place.

“Sidney said about us being a bridge between worlds.” Fenton’s voice was quiet, awed. “It wasn’t just that we did the right thing. We protected those kids and helped Dora get back to the portal. We helped both of them, the ghost and the humans.” The human blinked, eyes widening. “That’s what we’ve been doing since this started really, standing in the middle.”

“Maybe that’s why this happened to us.” The ghost’s lips quirked. “It feels almost stupid to say that. But… we were called down the stairs and into the portal. And we both desperately want to believe it was for a reason.”

That was true. They’d talked about the accident, agonized over the what ifs together, ultimately choosing to table them but still…. That longing for meaning, for purpose lingered.

Fenton smiled softly, giving his counterpart’s arm a squeeze. “And if it wasn’t for some outside reason… we can give it one.”

This felt like the beginning of something. Phantom’s core pulsed, a thousand emotions churning. His mind flickered back, to kneeling in front of Sophie and declaring he was Danny Phantom. And this time, the name wasn’t a placeholder. It was something thought up to make the pain a little more bearable. It was his name, really his name. A truth he chose to accept, to embrace. 

The two sat for a long pause, arm in arm. Feelings, emotions, memories wafted. Peace. Hope. Joy. Expectation. 

“I’m happy I got a chance to get to know you like this.” Fenton finally said, voice so quiet, so tender.

Phantom looked over, meeting the blue eyes. His own softened, shining with affection.

The human continued. “I know we would have figured it out eventually if we hadn’t done this. And being split hasn’t exactly been fun. But you’re right. This was special. I’ve learned so much and…” Fenton put an arm around him, a gentle half-hug “I’ve loved getting to see and talk to you like this.”

Phantom felt his eyes watering with emotion. This moment…. so tender, so close. His chest almost ached, his insides soft and gooey.

“I think I’m going to like being you.” Fenton smiled.

Somehow, his core felt even meltier. “You already are me.”

The human snorted. “You know what I mean.”

He did.

Phantom leaned into the half hug. “I’m happy I got to know you like this too. I mean…” He shrugged. “We were just human most of our life so I think I know human us pretty well but… you’re not the boy who went into the portal, not anymore.” 

Sadness wafted, the knowledge that that version of them was gone. But…. “I know we can never go back to that and…. I don’t really want to anymore.” Fenton said, no surprise in his words but a quiet confidence. “I’m excited to actually be half ghost. When this works, we’ll…. we’ll finally be the real us, the real Danny again.”

The ghost nodded vigorously, his arm rising to wrap around his counterpart. “Me too. I’m… really looking forward to being human again.” He turned his head, looking at Fenton. “I’m happy Mom figured out the ecto-cookies and stuff. And getting to eat and taste it was great. But… it’s no substitute.” 

For just a moment he wondered; would he be able to taste if he and Fenton were sharing the human’s mouth? Well… the memory pressed into the ghost’s mind; Fenton had tasted the ecto-cookie when Phantom had first tried them. But maybe they could do it on purpose. They’d try it out in the morning, before trying the ghost catcher again.

The human gave a chuckle, sensing the thought. “That could be fun.” Then his eyes drifted back up, to the sky. “I’m really excited to fly.” His serene smile brightened, eyes glowing. “Not dreaming it through your eyes. Not having to be carried. Actually, finally… touching the sky.”

“The way it’s supposed to be.” Phantom breathed.

“The way it’s supposed to be.” Fenton couldn’t help but agree.

There was nothing more to say, not with the parts of their soul touching. Emotions and memories swirled together as Fenton’s eyes started fluttering. 

He yawned. “Tell me about some more constellations.”

Phantom obliged. With his free hand, he pointed to the sky. Fingers waved and motioned, connecting the dots. He rambled, eyes shining. About the notable celestial objects making up those constellations. The galaxies, nebulae, massive stars, and black holes.

“Of course, the Andromeda constellation has the famous Andromeda galaxy. See, it’s right there. It’s also called Messier 31. There’s two other galaxies, dwarf elliptical ones. Le Gentil, called Messier 31 I think. And 110?” He shrugged, hand waving. “See those three bright stars in a kinda curved line. There’s Alpheratz, Mirach, and Almach. Alpha, Beta, and Gamma Andromedae.” His freckles glowed, seeming to shift into a familiar pattern. “Alpheratz makes up one corner of the Great Square of Pegasus. And Almach is up there, near Perseus.”

Fenton’s head drifted, settling onto his ghost’s shoulder. “The story, Phantom.” The boy whined tiredly. “About Perseus and Medusa and the flying horse…”

“Alright, alright.” The ghost laughed. “So Perseus was the son of a Greek princess and Zeus, the king of the gods. And of course like any f-ed up Greek myth, the story starts with a prophecy and Zeus shape-shifting to get a lady pregnant, because he can’t keep it in his pants…..”

Phantom rambled, loud and enthusiastic. His hands waved. His constellation freckles shone. 

“So Perseus beheaded Medusa using his shield to see her reflection. That way he didn’t look at her directly and you know, get turned to stone.” He shrugged. “And that’s where Pegasus comes in. The horse supposedly sprung from the blood dripping from her decapitated head. So the horse was actually Medusa and Poseidon’s kid. Which is completely weird and totally messed up. Actually this whole story is so messed up. Sam was right. Where’s the justice? Medusa got attacked by a freaking god in Athena’s temple, turned into a monster, and beheaded. And she didn’t even get a constellation! How’s that fair?”

“You’re such a dork.” The human slurred out sleepily, interrupting the rant.

Phantom’s mouth snapped shut. He smirked, raising an eyebrow teasingly. “I know you are but what am I?”

“Still a dork.” Fenton snorted, snuggling into his side.

The ghost blinked once. Then he rolled his eyes, smiling. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

“Yep.” His counterpart giggled. “Think you’re the king of the comebacks, don’t cha? Silly ghost.”

“Hey, I’m very witty. You just happen to share my brain.” He grinned, roughly ruffling his counterpart’s hair. “Can’t get one over on you, can I?”

“I’m the pun master.” Fenton chuckled, leaning into the touch.

“You’re annoying, that’s what you are.” Phantom teased.

“I love you too.” The human muttered, rolling his eyes.

The ghost stilled, his free hand dropping out of the black hair. His core squeezed, jovial teasing giving way to a soft and quiet joy. The tiredness radiated off of his other self, heavy enough that he was starting to get silly. But those words…. Every syllable was real. 

Phantom breathed. Teasing and joking was familiar, comfortable even. He was even used to transparency, tender honesty. But this…. The arm still around his human half tightened, his free arm circling around Fenton’s front. He had said earlier, if they had anything else to say to each other while they were still split, they should say it.

Ghost Danny completed the hug. “I do love you.”

Human Danny didn’t say anything, just smiling before closing his eyes. His free hand drifted up, squeezing his ghost’s.

Finally…. “Can you finish the story?” A yawn. “Then I can go ta bed.”

“Yeah, I’ll finish it. Where was I? Oh right. Medusa. So…” Phantom continued, his other self’s head buried in his shoulder. “Perseus put the head in a bag. The other two gorgons tried to chase and attack him but he escaped, using the helm of darkness to turn invisible…” 

The ghost talked, this time not loud and excited, but instead quiet and calm. Fenton’s breathing slowed. “So he found this girl - that’s where Andromeda comes in- tied naked to a rock and for once had the rationale reaction of being like ‘What the hell is going on?’” 

The human’s body relaxed, muscles going limp. “Perseus came back to Seriphos and found out that his mom was in hiding because apparently, Polydectes, the king- the same who sent on this suicide mission to get Medusa’s head in the first place- wouldn’t take no for an answer. So our man Percy was like ‘That’s it, I’ve had enough of you’ and used the head to turn the king guy to stone and kill him ....”

Fenton’s quiet breath ghosted across his shoulder, a soft snore resounding. “The prophecy that started all this did come true. But for once it wasn’t an evil plot or some cruel joke by the gods. It was just a tragic accident….”

Tiredness brushed at his consciousness, radiating from the human boy half-laying on him. But Phantom would finish this story; he’d told himself he would. “Perseus went back to his new wife and their new kingdom. They had a bunch of kids and ruled in peace and prosperity. Rare for a Greek Hero, there was no tragic ending. No sudden madness, no bloody fall in battle, no cruel betrayal. Finally, they just lived happily ever after.”

The story finished, Phantom smiling as his human half gave another light snore. He let go of the sleeping boy, to gently lower him onto the blankets. But Fenton hung on, giving a sleepy whine.

The ghost chuckled. “Alright. Let’s get you to bed.”

Ghost Danny floated off the ground, one arm still around his human self. It took some maneuvering with his free hand and his tail; luckily the appendage proved to be much longer and more dexterous than his legs. But Phantom managed to move the boy into a comfortable enough princess carry.

He glanced down at the blanket and pillow pile. “I’ll come back for these. Bed first.” He flickered both of them intangible and-

A black and white figure darted in front of him. A whoop of delight. The other person dove, twirling in the air. “This is amazing!” 

Phantom blinked. “What-”

The ghost flipped, swimming back up. And… it was his own ghostly face. “There you are!”

Phantom just stared, mind spinning. What was happen-

Ghost Danny yanked himself out of the dream. He needed to get his human self to bed. He darted down, through the ceiling. 

A rough pull on his mind, from somewhere deep inside of him.

The other figure waved, frantically motioning the on-looker to approach. “Come on! It’s a perfect night for flying.”

Phantom blinked, suddenly understanding. This was… this was Fenton’s dream. And the figure in front of him…. His human self was dreaming, not of being his ghost half but… somehow, Phantom knew, this was a dream of being Danny, their half ghost self.

The ghost boy was hovering over their bed. When did he get here?

“Come on!” Danny? Fenton dreaming of being Danny? Waved again. “The sky’s clear and open. There’s so many stars. Let’s fly, Danny!”

It was tempting, so tempting.

His body felt tingly and light. He lowered, arms holding Fenton just half a foot from the bed. He just had to let go and pry the human’s arm off him. 

A gloved hand moved and…. The dream…

A jubilee yell. Fenton waved, green eyes sparkling. “Come on! You know you want to.” 

Phantom did want to. The sensation of pins and needles washed over his body. But…

The ghostly figure twirled, doing a backflip before leveling out. “No buts! I always dream through your eyes. It’s your turn. Get over here.”

Ghost Danny wanted to. He wanted to sleep, to dream. His grip loosened. He already could barely feel his hands on Fenton’s back, the feather-light sensation like brushing fog… 

Another echoing laugh. A ghostly tail flicked, gaze fixed to the sky. Fenton…. Danny turned his head, eyebrow raised. “Well then?”

Or maybe Phantom was the mist. He released his hold and let himself fall into the dream. 

Two calls of joy echoed, twirling, intertwining, melding into one.

Ghostly light swirling over his skin, the seemingly-human body of Danny Fenton alone fell to his bed. 

Note: Feel free to yell at me in the comments. Seriously, I am so excited about this and the next chapter. I'd been waiting literal years to write them and I'm so happy with how this one turned out!

[mcl4r3n]

“Bring me some hope

By wandering into my mind

Something to hold onto

Morning, or day, or night

You were the light that is blinding me

You're the anchor that I tie to my brain

'Cause when it feels like I'm lost at sea

You're the song that I sing again and again”

- the anchor, bastille + dando 🥰

Every time i try to think of an au for dando it feels really difficult for me since the biggest reason why i love their dynamic so much is the turning point between the start of their being teammates and the end of it sooooooooo

for these lyrics i'd write a lando pov that takes place immediately after abu dhabi where he's hellbent on maintaining his friendship with daniel. it was so hard-won for the both of them and he just. . . he really likes him. despite all the awkwardness they faced, despite the confusing time where lando had to convince daniel that he had no idea mclaren was going to drop him.

he's serious about what he says to the media: he loves daniel, loved him as a teammate and a friend. So daniel does stay his friend. if i had the brain space for it i'd write a chapter for every race that takes place and just the progression of it, their time together on the paddock and the times where daniel is away. parts where danny makes fun of the beard and then ultimately tells him he looks handsome and he should keep it. parts where danny facetimes him while he's home in australia and lando's in austria and wishing daniel was at the race.

lando hearing about the pirelli tyre test and thinking about how he'd stay for it if he could, if only see witness it in person.

over the course of the year daniel truly becomes his best friend, the one who debriefs with him AFTER the mclaren debriefs, regardless of what time of day it is for daniel. he becomes lando's anchor. daniel doesnt bullshit him about his performance, or the car's, but he does help guide lando regarding what he might be able to tell the engineers.

lando's frustrated and angry and he's tired of disappointment after disappointment but his bright spots are daniel. and when the inevitable announcement of a seat for daniel drops, lando jumps on the chance to go meet daniel wherever he is to celebrate it.

he cuts short his summer break to fly out to LA and surprise daniel and daniel is so shocked by his appearance that lando bascially falls into his arms at the doorstep and daniel's like you're crazy what are you doing here and scotty and chloe are like oh my god landoooo come in

anyway big happy funtimes and that summer break ends with lando kissing daniel and daniel kissing back :D

[luxaofhesperides]

(I know it's not one word but...)

Harvest Moon!

The moment Duke heard about Smallville's Harvest Moon Festival, he knew he wanted to go with Danny. They've both been stuck in Gotham for a while and never get to leave as civilians. He's tired of most of their dates being crashed by crime and corruption, having to ditch meals out together to evacuate civilians and fight rogues who don't respect the sanctity of a day off.

Not this time, though!

Duke has the day off and a favor from Tim has him flying the Batplane out to Kansas with Danny in the co-pilot seat, humming along to the upbeat playlist they decided would accompany them on the flight. It does feel strange for the both of them to be in the Batplane as civilians instead of Signal and Phantom, but it's a nice change. 

He's sure that Bruce will scold him about using the Batplane for non-mission purposes, but Duke knows how to deal with him. All he has to do is accuse Bruce of not supporting his relationship and being homophobic, to which Bruce will reply that he's also bi, so how can he be homophobic? And then Duke and anyone else who's around will yell that Bruce is dodging the question and the man will get so tired he'll give up and leave. It's worked before, it'll work again.

"Why'd you wanna go to the festival, anyways?" Danny asks, breaking the comfortable silence that's settled between them.

Duke shrugs. "It sounded fun. And it's far from Gotham, so we won't have to worry about a rogue crashing our date again."

"Don't jinx us," Danny warns with a teasing grin, "Watch an alien warship come down just to prove you wrong."

"Don't put that out into the world! Today's our day off. If an alien warship does come down, the Supers can deal with it. I am going to have a fun night out with you and I'm not letting anything get in our way."

"How romantic," Danny say wryly, "Protecting our date. The fact that it's even gotten this bad is honestly ridiculous."

"I'm starting to think Gotham doesn't want us to date."

"Gotham can think whatever it wants. It's not going to keep me away from you."

"Sap."

"Says you!" Danny reaches over to lightly smack his arm and Duke grins, grabbing his hand to press a kiss against his palm just to watch Danny's face flush red.

They land a few minutes later in a field just behind the Kent's property. Duke makes sure the plane is cloaked, hidden from sight, before he descends with Danny. Kon waits for them, giving them a cheerful wave once they're on the ground.

"Good to see you," he greets, leading them to the Kent house. "We've got quite the spread prepared today!"

Duke blinks. "Oh, we were just going to chill until the festival started. You didn't need to include us in your dinner plans."

"If you think you can stop Ma from feeding you, you got another thing coming. Especially since she likes Danny so much." Kon winks at Danny. "Also, I made a banging sweet potato casserole and I need you two to compliment me on it, so you have to join us."

"Fair enough," Danny says. "Good thing we didn't eat before heading out, huh?"

Duke reaches out and takes Danny's hand in his. This is already looking to be better than all their other dates in Gotham. "Lucky us," he agrees, then tells Kon, "Thanks, man, for setting us up for this."

"No prob! I'm always happy to help out in the name of love. Also the festival is super fun and I need you to convince Tim to come by one of these days. If he's stuck in Gotham working on cases any longer, he's gonna start growing mushrooms outta his head."

"We'll make sure he stops by soon," Duke promises.

They emerge from the corn field to the picnic table behind the Kent house covered in a checkered table cloth and covered in a variety of dishes. The other members of the Kent family and members of Superman's side of the hero business are gathered around as well, chatting with relaxed smiles. Kon leaves them with a friendly slap on their backs and walks over to pick Jon up and toss him over his shoulder.

Sibling bickering fills the air. Danny leans against Duke with a soft smile.

"Thanks," he says quietly, the words just for the two of them. "For everything."

"I should be saying that to you," Duke returns, leaning in to kiss Danny's cheek. "C'mon, let's go enjoy our date night."

Yeah, they're definitely coming back next year. He'll even remember to bring one of his mom's favorite dishes to the Havrest Moon Dinner the Kent's host.

(send me a Halloween/autumn themed word and I'll write you a ghostlights drabble!)

[dragonmasterhiccup]

“I’m… your daughter? A hundred percent? I, I’m your daughter and you’re my dad?” Blood relations completely cast aside, she needed that final ‘yes,’ that last bit of approval to seal the deal. “I… I promise that I’ll try to be a good kid, alright? I don’t want to, to ruin anything, okay?” Sniffling, she paused for a few moments, before eventually continuing. “I hope I change to be like you, ‘cause when I grow up, I wanna be just like you, because you’re brave, and smart, and you aren’t scared of anything…”

She gave him a shaky nod right back. “Okay, thank you, Dad… Can you, can you bring your fire sword with? Just… in case…” she muttered, not wanting anything bad to happen to her if Hiccup was there. He didn’t need to see that, not at all.

———

Danny didn’t even realize the daze that Astrid was seemingly stuck in, she was just so happy to see her again.

She’d miss Astrid when she left.

Gladly returning the hug, Danny smiled brightly before letting go, gesturing towards the meal that was plated in front of her.

“Thanks, Astrid! It was super scary at first, ‘cause I don’t really like water, but, it was okay! Dad was right there the whole time, I knew that he wouldn’t let me sink!”

Danny smiled at Zephyr as she clapped. Did this mean that she was her little sister? She already missed being a big sister, she missed Tove, but… she had Zephyr now, right?

———

The young girl had been quite the chatterbox during their meal, interjecting with as much as she could in as little time as possible. After all, that day had by far been her most exciting one yet! Aside from flying on Toothless for the first time, that definitely took the cake.

Truth be told, during all her conversing with her parents, she’d almost forgotten about the hot cocoa that was made up for her next to her plate, and at Hiccups reminder, her eyes widened in shock and she hastily picked up the cup, taking a hearty sip.

When she took the cup away from her mouth, there was a brown colored stain around her lips, though she didn’t seem to care, or even realize.

“I love it! It’s amazing! Now I see why people here like it so much! Y’know, I thought it would be a weird drink ‘cause it was warm, but, it’s super good!”

She finished her drink very quickly, almost as quick as the time when she’d downed her stew the first time she came here.

“Okay, I’m gonna go get ready for bed, I’m tired,” she stated, sliding off her chair and scurrying up the stairs, her feline companion not far behind.

———

A few minutes later, Danny returned back to the lower level of the home, still wearing Hiccups shirt, though she did change her trousers. She also had her favorite fur blanket wrapped around herself, with her stuffed Monstrous Nightmare clutched close to herself as well.

Padding over to the wooden couch— she was no longer bouncing about, her previous energy seemingly starting to die down— she looked up at the two adults expectantly, before climbing up onto the couch and settling herself right between them, leaning her head on Hiccups arm. “Can you tell me a story tonight? Please?” she asked sleepily.

(If you just want to time skip to when she’s testing her fireproof outfit, then you definitely can!!)

"Yes," Hiccup confirmed. "If you want me to be."

"You're already a great kid, Danny..."

Shaking his head, he said, "No, I...I am scared of some things. Everyone is, I guess what's important is what you do about it, how you face that fear."

"When you grow up...you should be just like...you. I grew up afraid that I couldn't measure up to who my father was. I don't want you to go through that, too. Just... just be you, Danny. Kind, thoughtful, brave, smart...you're already all of those things."

Nodding solemnly, he patted where the Dragon Blade was holstered on the side of his leg. "I always have it with me, Danny."

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Astrid smiled warmly at Hiccup. "He does have a way of calming those fears, doesn't he?"

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As Danny left to get ready for bed, Hiccup and Astrid worked together to clean up from dinner.

Since Hiccup managed to clean up as he cooked, it only took a few minutes for everything to be done.

Hiccup scooped up Zephyr, holding her to his chest. "Hear that, Zeph? You have a big sister, now."

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Zephyr had eaten, and was in Hiccup's arms again, getting close to falling asleep.

The couple sat on the wooden couch, talking quietly about their days, when Danny joined them once more.

As she climbed up and sat between them, Hiccup and Astrid scooted over slightly, making sure she had enough room.

When she leaned her head on Hiccup's arm, he looked down at her, a small grin on his face.

"Let me tell you about the Rumblehorn named Skullcrusher, and how he saved us from a tidal wave..."

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A few days later, Hiccup had brought the finished fire suit home with him, having tested it out in the forge.

"Danny! Danny, your suit is ready! You need to try it on, I need to make sure it fits right, that it's comfortable..."