#danny wants to be an astronaut

[basilf1res]

We need a platonic, aroace relationship between Tim Drake and Tucker Foley.

Like, they meet because Tucker is fresh out of high school and already has an internship at Wayne Industries, Tim just waltzes into the room to see what the interns are up to, and lo and behold: an adorable, coffee addict, sleep deprived, clumsy, nineteen-year-old with large round glasses. (I think he’d have outgrown his pair from freshman year or broke them while ghost hunting. Most likely the latter tbh).

Two nerds nerding out over technology, two boys cuddling and watching a movie on a couch in Tim’s apartment. Two boyfriends friends walking through a space museum, Tucker rambling about how his best friend loves space and wants to be an astronaut or astrophysicist.

Tim is not jealous. He’s not. Whoever said so is spreading lies and slander.

Please. Just- please give me some long-ass fic /one shot of slowburning fluff and cuddles of these two to read- aaaaAAA.

[helloilikepurple]

DC X DP - DeAged

The Nasty Burger explosion took a lot from Danny.

Stopping Dan meant nothing when Danny lost everything. His friends, his parents, his sister, his teacher - all gone. Danny, desperate to not become Dan, fled. He would not let Vlad destroy the only thing he had left; himself. He didn't turn human again if he could avoid it. Let Danny Fenton die with his family.

He did what he could, trying to keep it all together. Avoid Vlad. Catch havoc-wreaking ghosts. Try to not have a panic attack every time he saw his reflection. FentonWorks became out-of-bounds. No one was sure how to turn off the portal or any of the house's defence mechanisms so it was taped up instead.

Danny kept the GIW away. They wanted his parents' research, even if they had to bend the law to get it. Danny would not let them have it. Never.

But the GIW was persistent and Danny weak from nearly two months of being Phantom and nothing else. He was so tired. Tired from grieving, from fighting, from wandering around, completely lost and alone.

The GIW got a lucky shot in. Danny went down. He woke up, still ghost, somewhere white. He'd trained himself not to have to turn back. He was grateful he did.

The GIW studied him. Danny did not have the energy to fight back. The will to survive. Curled up in his cell, bloody and becoming less human with every passing day, Clockwork finally intervened.

He could not let the future High King wither away into nothing.

With Nocturn's help, he whisked him away. His world was dying anyway. With no one to maintain the portal, it would soon overload and explode. The radiation would kill all life on Earth, leaving nothing behind, and taking with it the potential for new life. One world among infinite realities meant nothing. But Danny, as High King, is a singularity. A unique existence, only found in one reality. Clockwork, for the sake of everything that lives and dies, could not let Danny fade away.

Danny slept at the Far Frozen, dreaming of his family, his friends, and the stars he would one day rule over. He healed, wounds knitting together into scars and fractured core slowly, ever so slowly, repairing itself. A future Ancient, bound to protect all that is and will be, was bound to be very badly hurt from such a loss.

Clockwork only wished he could have done more, but to remove Danny too early would have spelt disaster worse than the deaths of billions. This boy would someday be someone he'd proudly call his grandson. Seeing that future alone was enough to make his own core ache for the young one.

The Infinite Realms wept for its child, still but a babe yet having suffered so much. It embraced its future King, blessing him with its loyalty and adoration. The ghosts of the realms, spread far and wide over distant realities, timelines and worlds, felt the loss too.

Danny healed, unaware of how loved and precious he was to so many - how far he was from alone. The dead's sudden quiet unsettled many. Enemies froze in the silent mourning, animosity forgotten. Raging wars came to abrupt ends. So many, unable to bear the ever-reaching, unidentifiable pain in the air killed themselves. Good, kind people cried alone.

Magic users, like Constantine and Zatanna, hid, waiting out the Infinite Realm's despair for its child. No one spoke of it, for fear of disrespecting the dimension between dimensions. But they hid, and they waited, and they couldn't help but worry for themselves and everything and everyone else.

Danny got a lot of visitors. Ancients, regular ghosts, crowded around his bed, gifting him blessings and support. Danny slept, he healed, and his world died, taking with it all he'd known. He wouldn't remember or know of any of this when he woke  - even the memories of his pleasant dreams will have left him. He'll awaken and think himself entirely alone.

But he'll know, someday.

Clockwork will make sure of it.

---

Danny doesn't know where he is or who he is.

He has a vague idea. His name. His life and his death. But so much is so distant, like impressions on sand, washed away by the ocean. He knows he should be bigger. He knows this isn't home. He knows there is no home anymore.

He knows there are people he misses, but he doesn't know who they are or where they've gone. He knows so little yet so much. White walls and orange hair, green (toxic, writhing green) and hazmat suits, white and black and orange and blue. Expensive, Packers-branded cologne, burning flesh, the scream of an alarm and laughter and fear and hope and love and pain and loss. Disjointed flashes, snippets of another life.

And this isn't familiar - this city and these people. These crowded, filthy streets aren't home, but there's no home anymore so of course they aren't. And maybe Danny should be afraid. He doesn't know where he is, or how he got here. There are people, so tall, walking around him not sparing him a glance. It's loud and smelly and so much to process all at once.

But Danny doesn't care because he's so tired, and he wants nothing more than to curl up in bed and sleep the day away. But he doesn't have a home, so obviously he doesn't have a bed either. He looks around for somewhere else to sleep, rubbing at his chest subconsciously as he does.

There, a building, on the other side of the road. The windows are tinted, but the doors open and Danny, through the crowds and passing traffic, catches a glimpse of what has to be a couch. Maybe the people that own the building will let him sleep on their couch for a little bit.

So he crosses the street, sticking close to the legs of some lady with skinny heels that go tap-tap-tap so the cars don't go because they can't see him. The lady turns to go a different way after but it's okay because Danny is in front of the building now.

He pushes the door open and slips inside. It's quieter inside, and warmer. Danny wasn't cold outside but in here there's a nice heat that makes him feel even sleepier. He looks around at the fancy chairs and potted plants and lights, and is happy to see there are couches. Long couches, with lots of pillows and space for him to spread out.

He walks up to the desk. He's too short to see over it, and it makes him kind of angry because he's sure he's supposed to be taller. But he figures maybe he remembers wrong because people don't just shrink. Except, he's a halfa so maybe ghosts do?

"Hello?"

There's a lady here too, behind the desk, but unlike the one he followed across the street she has short, curly hair. Danny wonders if she's wearing skinny heels too. Leaning his head back, he can see her look up, glance around, and then look back down.

Danny pouts. Did she not see him?

"Hello?"

He waves an arm this time, reaching as high as he can to catch her attention. She finally sees him, eyes widening in surprise. "Oh, sorry! Hello." She has a nice voice.

"Your voice is pretty."

She smiles, and Danny decides her smile is nice too. "Why thank you. You have a pretty voice too. Is there something I can help you with?"

"Can I please sleep on your couch? Just for a little bit."

"Of course you can. Would you like a blanket? I could fetch one for you from the staff room."

Danny shakes his head. "I'm okay. Thank you."

"Alright. But if you change your mind, do tell me."

"You're very nice."

"Thank you, but it's really no problem. Not much to do today anyway."

"You should sleep too then. Sleep is good."

She giggles. "That is a very good idea. I just might take your advice." Danny nods. He has lots of good ideas. "Okay. I'm gonna' go nap now. Bye-bye."

"Sleep well."

There are a few couches, and for a bit Danny's not sure which one to sleep on. He chooses the one with the most pillows. It's very comfy, and the pillows are nice too. He puts one under his head and hugs another, curling up around it. He falls asleep in seconds.

-

When a toddler with black and blue eyes asked to sleep on one of the couches on in the reception hall of Wayne enterprises, May had assumed he was one of Bruce's boys. He certainly fit the type Gotham's favourite playboy liked to adopt, and it wasn't unusual for his wards to show up out of the blue.

Once she found Tim Drake passed out on the floor under her desk. Apparently, he'd been hiding from Dick who was visiting from Blüdhaven and forgot to bring his coffee with him, consequently falling asleep while he waited for her to arrive so he could ask her to go pick some up for him. That had been an interesting Thursday morning. 

On another memorable occasion, Cass, Bruce's only official daughter, and her girlfriend Steph had shown up, said hi, went upstairs, then came back down after about an hour, giggling as they ran out with a wave goodbye. Not even ten minutes later, Bruce himself stumbled out of the elevator, absolutely covered in purple glitter. May remembers raising an eyebrow and asking if Bruce wanted her to have another suit brought in.

He'd ended up collapsing on one of the couches with an exhausted sigh, and said he'd have Alfred pick him up instead. He left a sparkly trail behind him when he walked, and the couch he sat on had to be replaced because, even after numerous cleaning attempts, no one could get the glitter out. He had glitter in his hair for months afterwards.

So, May hadn't bat an eye when the little boy came in. Well aware Bruce had several meetings scheduled that day, she sent him an email saying one of his kids was taking a nap in the reception hall and resolved to look out for the boy herself. Throughout the day, she made sure to check on him often, making sure no one picked him up ran (this was Gotham after all).

He slept soundly for most of her work day, barely shifting. She ended up putting a blanket on him herself during her lunch break and leaving him a water bottle and little snack for when he woke up. She also made sure security kept an eye on him whenever she left for whatever reason.

It was well into the afternoon when Bruce finally replied to her email and asked if his kid was still sleeping downstairs. She said yes, and not long after he arrived on the ground level. He walked up to her desk and asked if his kid had caused her any trouble. She smiled and assured him no.

Then Bruce asked where Tim was.

"Sorry? Tim isn't here today."

Bruce frowned, looking just as confused as she felt. "My apologies. You said one of my wards was asleep here. I assumed it was Tim."

"Oh! No, no, it's not Tim. Well, I don't actually know his name but the little guy has been here since this morning." She gestured to the toddler in question.

Bruce turned around, saw him, and frowned. "He's not one of mine."

"He's not?"

"No. Are you sure he's not an employee's child?" He kept his eyes on the boy, eyes narrowed in thought.

"Yes, I am. Only three employees brought in their children today, and all of them are ten or above. He can't be older than five." She frowned now too, turning to her computer to double check. "I'll send out a company-wide email to be sure. I should have done this sooner. I'm sorry, I was just so sure he was under your care."

"It's alright, May. I'm not upset. I'm just worried about him. When about in the morning did he get here?"

She glanced up, but Bruce was still looking at the sleeping boy. "A little after nine."

"And he's been sleeping all that time?"

"Yes, as far as I'm aware."

"Alright. Thank you for looking after him. I'll take it from here."

"Of course, sir. I'll reach out to you if anyone identifies him."

He nodded appreciatively and walked over to the boy. She watched, frustrated with herself. She's worked as one of Wayne Enterprise's receptionists for over four years. She should have known better than to just assume some random, black haired blue eyed child was Bruce's kid. She should have at least reached out to make sure that was the case.

She sighed as Bruce knelt down by the couch and gently shook the little boy awake, resting her head in the palm of her hand. This poor child. His poor parents. They must be worried sick.

She has to make this right.

---

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #142

It was considered a pretty big deal when a new ancient gets born. Danny didn’t and wouldn’t know this when he gets into an accident. A signal went out to all magic users that the ancient of space was born as soon as he stepped out of the portal and then things changed. If you could make a deal with an ancient it increased your power way more than that of a demon. Soon Danny gets chased by all sorts of folk trying to make a deal with him. He then gets caught by John Constantine who takes him back to the safety of the watchtower. What is the safest place to put the space ancient? In space!

[artbribery]

Danny is summoned but tells each different summoner that he is a different being. 

He just gets fed up with it and says:

“No, I'm actually the fairy godmother and you don’t qualify as cinderella, unless you’re a young girl who wants to go to the ball, are you?” 

“Sorry, I’m a genie and I just lost my lamp, very sorry, didn’t rub the bottle, no wishes for you.”

“For the last time, I am not the ghost king, the lines on the summoning circle are all wrong, see, that right there means I am not of the ghostly category, I’m actually- yeah you got shit calligraphy Chad, will you let me finish I’ve been planning this one for a while--”

“So yeah I’m the easter bunny, what, you think the easter bunny has to be a bunny just because of the name? Not everyone gets an obvious name”

“I’m Batman” 

This last one probably backfires one day when he gets summoned into a cultist’s basement in front of the tied up Literal Batman and he goes double dare on the death by embarrassment by saying that one is a fake and how dare they, for shame, this poor cosplayer--

Bonus: 

He was summoned into the Watchtower by the JL. Danny is wearing a spacesuit costume and goes “Uh.. Houston, we have a problem.” 

[legowerewolf]

The astronauts of NASA have a secret: if there's ever something you want or need from Earth, there's a number you can call, and whatever you seek will quickly appear when nobody is looking.

If it's an emergency, there's no fee. Whatever is delivering the goods likes astronauts, and wants them to be safe and healthy.

If it's more of a want, the entity will accept payment in cash or autographs. Group orders from Starbucks and desserts after a long, hard day are not uncommon.

It's reassuring to the astronauts, because if there's something friendly that can and does bring them stuff, then that something would probably be willing to help them get out of a tight spot.

Nobody questions that the number starts with a non-existent country code, or that it will always connect even if your phone doesn't have service.

The Star King, High King of the Infinite Realms, the Ancient of Space is always happy to take a break from paperwork to bring happiness to his heroes.

[laiosynth]

had a Thought.

bruce adopts danny, but danny's done with the vigilante life. 2 years into danny's life w the waynes, bruce's identity is exposed, and with it, the rest of the bats.

bruce is batman! dick is nightwing! jason is red hood! tim is red robin! etc.

but people realize one of the children is missing. who is danny??

the people outcry on twitter.

danny's response?

"im the only normal person in the god damn family"

people don't believe him. everyone thinks 'he's gotta be somehow involved!'

he's not. they only figure this out years later when he's one of nasa's top scientists and goes to fucking space.

let danny live a normal life please

[ri-afan]

Thought posed:

Danny does the college stuff and interning for stuff at Wayne Enterprises while living in Gotham, but he doesn’t catch the Bats attention because he simultaneously is both Just Normal Enough while the Bats are Slightly Out Of Step of normal long enough that things with Danny don’t catch their attention. (Gotham as a whole is a huge ‘well this might as well happen’ place and after however many years…the threshold is a bit off for weirdness. Pair that up with normal Batdrama and role-code-switching and minor things are likely going to be subconsciously overlooked if not clocked as Dangerous.)

(Does Danny know the Bats’ IDs? … He would deny it if asked. Not his circus business though. He does think it’s smart that they at least try to cover their faces, unlike when he played the hero. He meets Clark before Superman and feels like he’s on the Office or something.)

Danny moves on with the astro-stuff (whether an astronaut, an astrophysicist, or whatever else) in another city and catches the attention of another hero as Not Normal, What’s Up With That Guy?? (two parts coincidence, one part Danny’s willingness to trust for the better, one part Uncanny) and they track his history to Gotham/WE and decide to ask the Batclan if they knew anything.

They find out nothing really is wrong with Danny (…the JLD was not called or conferred with, unfortunately for all) but it does spark the reeducation refresher of the Gotham Clan for Human Weirdness (that also educated the rest in just how messed up Gotham can be).

[thegurlwhoisntthere]

Does anyone else characterize Danny as someone who probably finds Math and Science to be pretty easy, but English hard? Or like, he can do the math and build shit easily but the moment someone asks him to explain what he did he’s like ???

Cause those are the vibes I get from him

[swiggity-swexual-i-am-asexual]

More Danny Phantom thoughts

Okay so, the GIW and Danny’s suit. I know that the GIW show up way later and probably were not a thought at the time, but it’s… interesting that Danny’s suit, before it got color inverted and then—disappeared from his human form?—, it was white then, with black details. It’s noticeably different from his parents, yes, but ALSO different from the ones Jack put aside for Jazz. So why was the one Danny grabbed white? (I mean, other than aesthetic.)

Was it just an undyed (ha) jumpsuit? Do the dyes do anything for ecto protection? Did the GIW exist before hand and supplied some of the things the Fentons had in their lab? And some stories like to say that Maddie and Jack majored in ecto biology—so who established that? Or was it paranormal studies, which irl is an offshoot of psychology (at least in the educational sphere)? Because THATS an interesting angle for Jazz actually.

Further, let’s say Danny, as Phantom, says that ah yeah, his clothes are what he died in just color reversed, so go be fashion aware because it might become your ghost outfit forever! He’s probably joking, especially as we know ghost outfits CAN change without the convoluted mess with Sam and Desiree.

And so while they don’t think to apply that to his face and hair, for whatever reason you wanna give, but they note that this meant he was wearing all white.

And, you know, those GIW… are QUITE fixated on Phantom. And ghosts weren’t a well known phenomenon before then, so. How did they study ghosts? How did they study death?

… and, who was Phantom before he was Phantom?

[darkysilverwing]

Quick Danny Phantom headcannon before bed

I think Danny’s actually incredibly smart, but just has poor time management skills (both by being a teen and also the ghost fighting) but Danny comes from a family of smart people so from his perspective even just being an average kid is already falling behind.

In addition we see he’s actually pretty smart, like in the episode “Teacher of the Year” Danny doesn’t study for a test and fails it, then over the course of  about an hour after some major guilt tripping Danny buckles down and studies and manages to get an A (a low A still pretty good for only an hour of work)

Now I’m not actually sure the exact timeline of Danny phantom cause I was under the impression that the entire series took place while Danny was still 14 but it turns out a lot of sources say that the series took place over the course of several years, but in that time I would hope that Danny would hopefully pulling a Buffy the vampire slayer and end up graduating with pretty good grades even if distracted by all the ghost stuff. 

Also Danny’s always throwing out one liners and thinks on his feet pretty well so I think when the chips are down, if Danny is genuinely at risk of not being able to go to his dream college during his senior year then I’m sure he’ll be able to force himself to buckle down and study enough to get the good grades he needs.

[corinnetheanime]

One thing I hope to make sure to emphasize with Danny’s new powers is how freaking terrifying they are.

(Forgive my note here. I may be slightly inaccurate on the following info, but I’m very passionate about this cool space phenomena, it’s one of my favorite things about space.)

Let’s do an example! Black holes. Ironically, the term “void power” is inaccurate when describing these phenomena because BHs are not void of matter: in fact, they are an incredibly intense amount of matter compacted into a very small area (by comparison), creating an object with a gravitational force so dense and massive that not even light can escape it after a certain point: the event horizon.

What’s interesting is that they are formed when large stars die, leaving their cores behind. Depending on the mass of the core, it would collapse under the gravitational force. This forms the singularity, a place of infinitesimal gravity and zero volume. This singularity completely breaks the laws of physics. Even TIME slows down the closer you get to a black hole until it freezes completely at the singularity. But to form one takes stars around 3x the mass of our Sun (or more) to die and leave their cores behind in order to potentially collapse under the gravitational force.

These are the most destructive and terrifying forces of nature in the natural universe that we know of. (Not going into supernatural here hehe.)

So ya got all that? Alrighty!! Now compare a star like that…to a rock.

A rock Danny can hold in his hand.

Imagine him being able to change the rock’s density. To exponentially increase its mass and lower its volume to the point of creating a singularity. To bend that kind of power to his will.

Now imagine he doesn’t have to hold any object to be able to create a black hole. He thrusts his hand out at something. Let’s say…a building. A car. A tree…

Or a person.

Namely, their insides. Compressing their matter to that point.

And if they somehow survive that process (can’t imagine the sheer amount of pain tho), they still will perish through spaghettification from the inside out.

:)

He can do more than summon black holes, btw.

[half-deadmagicperson]

Angstfest Day 6:

There came a point where Danny realized his future dreams could never be accomplished while he's protecting this city. Especially now that everyone knows how to contact him.

[musedriven]

@nerdynanny said // [ 🎼 ] + Darren/Danny or Darius/Dan (the edgelords)

Under the Circus Lights -- Owl City

I'm Yours -- Jason Mraz

Count On Me -- Bruno Mars

Go to War -- Nothing More

7 Years -- Lukas Graham

Clarity -- Zedd ft. Foxes

Toxic -- Britney Spears

If I Killed Someone For You -- Alec Benjamin

[imekitty]

Think Paulina teaches Danny Spanish? I imagine to mess with Sam she gets into these talks with Danny that are VERY spicy in front of her. Sam doesn't know what's being said but she sees how Danny reacts and she gets pissed. Tucker might understand Spanish (or at least enough to know what's going on) but refuses to translate because he doesn't wanna see what Sam would do. XD

I definitely think Paulina tries, but I don't believe Danny would ever get very good at it. I can't imagine he ever speaks it with her but he might get okay at listening and for sure he recognizes certain Spanish dirty words, like he can get the gist of what she's saying even if he can't reply in Spanish.

I could see Tucker understanding it, though. He might have a functional proficiency.

[sleepy-grav3]

Danny is Famous

Not like some celebrity type thing, not that big at least. No, he's famous like Opportunity was. He was a successful astronaut who was an absolute sweetheart and figured out how to make live videos with decent quality far into space (Tucker did but nobody needs specifics).

The footage as he went off course was all over the place for a while. He was rushing around, quickly sending things to NASA headquarters so it wouldn't be lost. Then it all disconnected after he made a heart wrenching quote.

"I guess this is why people say the sky's the limit."

Those were his last words.

Well, until now, 200 years later. Now he's in a hospital, standing on a scale as the mutant-quirk doctor took his height measurements. He was happy when the doctor said that he was 5'11".

He took after his dad in height, though still had a lanky figure. Jazz took after mom in everything, so she was shorter. It was fun teasing her, but she would forever be the boss. Short queen and whatever. Just don't give her the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick, that'll be a nightmare.

Anyway, they were taking his physical at the moment. When blood tests came up, he was... hesitant to say the least.

"It's just to see which vaccines we should give you. Some may not be necessary."

Of course they wouldn't be, he was half dead. His white blood cells were white, they were green. Why were they green? Because they were ectoplasm squashed into cells. How that worked? Well, they never questioned Frostbite and didn't have a doctor on their team to ramble about his weird physiology with.

But thinking about it... it shouldn't be too bad. There wasn't enough ectoplasm in his human body to animate the equipment. Yeah, it should be fine.

"Alright... just warning you, my white blood cells aren't white and are toxic."

"You have a quirk?" The doctor, Dr. Awase's eyes widened.

"Ah..." Well, every nurse and doctor so far had cores so far... Maybe... "What um, is a quirk? Sorry, it's just- I'm not really from here. Timewise."

"Oh! Yes, yes. sorry. A Quirk is a superpower like... like the comics. My quirk is called Moose. I have antlers like a moose and my strength is a bit higher than average. Don't be surprised if you see me holding someone down. I'm the one they call for those patients when sedation and such are needed."

The man then flinched. "N-not to say that happens often! I assure you that you're perfectly safe here!"

Danny chuckled and waved him off. "It's fine, I feel even safer with you as my doctor. Such a reputation, I'm lucky."

The doctor laughed sheepishly, the tip of his shoe rubbing into the floor. He was physically restraining himself from another action. A stomp? Or maybe little kicks?

.

.

.

And now there's a chimera sitting on his bedside, teacup in hand and another steaming on the small bed table thing.

"Hello, Dr. Fenton. I wasn't expecting to ever be able to meet you until the day I died. What a pleasant surprise this is!"

"A fan, I'm guess?" Danny smiled sheepishly.

Really, he seriously wasn't that big of a deal, right? The only astronauts praised were the ones who made it to the moon or did something that great. He could name them all. He has before, plenty of times to Jazz. But him? Sure, he made history with finding remnants of life on some far away planet and naming a special star that actually orbited that planet rather than vice versa. But c'mon.

"Yes, very much so. The discoveries you made as well as the inventions you've made for NASA were astonishing. In fact, some of those inventions are still around today and perfectly functional. Yes, many were improved for quality, but their lifespan is rumored to be infinite! Oh what I wouldn't give for you to be a teacher at my school."

Danny blinked owlishly. The chimera didn't say a word after that small tangent, now drinking his tea as it cooled down enough.

School? Teacher?

"What uh, what did you say your name was?"

"Ah, how rude of me. I'm Nezu, the principal of UA, a high school made to train students to become great heroes in whichever track they wish to go into, whether it be Limelight, Twilight, Underground, Rescue, Healer, Support, or Investigative. Though, most people recognize it more for Limelight, Rescue, and Support. The rest either don't have students qualified or are meant to be more discrete. Which is why the vague term heroics is used."

And that just brought up more questions. Heroes? He made it seem like an actual profession. Nothing self-sacrificial with absolutely no real gain. Satisfaction was it for Danny. His town was safe, that's all he wanted. But... if a school was teaching it, did they get paid for that?

Danny reached out and took the first sip of his tea. Earl Gray. Well, he could brush up on his tea knowledge now at least. Teacup would be happy to hear that (some random ghost oc). It was pretty good, though maybe a little something was left. What did Teacup usually add again?

Wait no- back on topic. Heroes. A school for them

Damn.

He wasn't sure if he should feel uncomfortable at the thought or jealous. I mean- imagine how much money he would've made! The games he could've bought.

Yeah, he wouldn't be a hero for good if that's how it started. He thought it was a game at first. That it would stop after a bit. But it didn't. It... It just got worse. It wasn't some utopian job. Not easy in the least. No really, anyway.

"I barely have an identity. Sure, it's only been the amount of time I crashed since I was last at work, but what would I teach? I don't think I'm the least bit caught up with stuff here and I'm pretty sure the Japanese dialect changed in the last 2 centuries. Many things would've."

He doesn't mention how he could easily go back. Not yet at least. He's curious. And well, he can't say that the thought of child soldiers wasn't concerning him.

"The identity part isn't difficult. With your historical reputation, it would be quite easy to get you documented. I'll, of course, help with costs. As for the position... well, we always need more hands. I'll simply interview you and have you fill out a survey. What do you think? Are you willing to take the job?"

Well. This was an interesting development.

Why the heck not?

"Sure. I'll take the job."

"Wonderful! I'll come back with a lawyer to get you officially documented. I'll see you soon!"

Nezu scrurried off before he could respond, leaving Danny with a mostly filled cup of tea and a kettle half filled with hot water.

"Yeah... Soon..."

At least he didn't have to worry about medical treatment costs?

I should learn how to credit people so I don't have to reblog when this goes for too long. But eh. There's always that caught off feature. Maybe I'll write more some other time. Should I make an actual fanfic? I'm not sure I have a motivation. I hope this was fun to read though ^v^

Astronaut Danny but in MHA??

This is a very quick idea, but one where Danny grows up to be an astronaut hiding from the government because of the anti-ecto Acts. NASA is very willing to hide his biology since he is the perfect choice for being an astronaut and there isn't a risk of him dying while on a mission.

During one of Danny's space missions, he accidentally gets knocked off course and flies through a natural portal to the realms and ends up crashing through another portal and crashed into an open area in a big city, which was very lucky.

Danny ends up passing out due to the crash and wakes up later in a hospital with an odd-looking human checking his vitals on a monitor.

This is when Danny learns that when he went through that portal, he ended up in an alternative timeline 200 years into the future where the excess ectoplasm caused humans to develop mini-cores that allowed for one power- or a "quirk" as the people of this universe called them.

[proneterror204]

"Do you want to continue being a vigilante?" Batman asked his new ward Danny aka Phantom.

Danny stopped, looked confused and glanced at the batfamily like he didn't understand what was asked. " want? What does 'want' have to do with anything? I became a vigilante because I was needed, because I was the only one capable. Are you Batman because you wanted to be or because you were needed. Does anyone become a hero because they want to be or because they're needed? I wanted to become an astronaut. I never wanted to be a hero and I wasn't wanted as a hero, but I was needed or the people I loved would die. So my question is. Am I needed?"

The entire bat family is staring at him worriedly