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[odd-underscore-soul]

some phantom designs for the fic im writing :3

update: read here!

[punsaulanvecy]

Demon twins au.

I just got a thought right before bed. We all know the tropes. Danny died or was killed, or was sent away by Talia. However, let me set the scene.

Danny and Damian. Grandfather calls Danny Foward to tell him that he is no longer needed, or he's spare parts, or something it doesn't matter. Danny manages to somehow bargain with aul ghul.

He will willingly be sent away. He will willingly distance himself from Damian. He will unwillingly cut contact with Damian. When he can move out he will be the leagues away from home base. He will aid them in any way.

So not only does 9 year old Danny get sent to the Fenton house to learn how to blend in. He has to hide his past, and his involvement with the league from everyone. As they send a league member every month or so at random to not only observe him, but test his skills. Make sure he's not getting rusty.

So he has to hide these meetings and stuff from his parents, easy enough but also his friends and sister, a little more difficult. He will manage though. Though he also has to hide that he's made friends with two civilians.

Then the accident happens. Now he has to hide his ghost side from every league member on top of everything stated above. As well as his parents.

Danny fenton/Danyal aul guhl, living as assassin in hiding from normal people, and a ghost hiding from assassins and the normal people. Two secret identities, to be kept away from two separate crowds.

Damian on the other hand, was not told Danyal's whereabouts. He was either told that his brother died, or told that his brother was sent away to become a better asset. Since there is no need for two heirs.

Either way what either twin doesn't know is that aul ghul wanted them to be separated due to having more loyalty to eachother than to the league.

Thanks for reading.

[deadsetobsessions]

Can you do this fic prompt Danny stuck in justice league dimension, where he can hear and see ghosts in his seated form. A couple of persistent ghosts kept trying to bribe him to get adopted by a fruitloop.

Ghosts are Batman 's parents.

Of course! Sorry for the late response! I seriously never do anything timely.

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“For the thousandth time, Lonnie, I can’t help you find your gun,” Danny muttered to the air. The people that passed him gave him funny looks but minded their own business. Crazy was crazy and as long as crazy didn’t mean Joker, they figured he was relatively safe to pass. Danny set a brisk pace towards his home, managing to suppress a wince every time a shade flew through one of the living. Honestly, Gotham ghosts— shades, really, since most of these only had enough echo to be visible to him—had no manners. He regrets every single day he’s in this hellscape, trapped with no way back home.

“You never do anything for me, man!” Lonnie complained. “How’m I supposed ta finish my business if you ain’t gonna help?”

“Lonnie, you want me to murder people. I’m not murdering people. I draw the line at making more ghosts, thanks.”

“Spoilsport.” With a pout and a twist of Gotham branded smog, Lonnie flickered out. Danny sighed in relief, hurrying back to his house. Apartment. Hovel, really. When he gets there, he’s hounded by two more ghosts, ones he’d rather not cuss out no matter how much he wanted to.

“Hi, Martha.” He exhaled, glitters of frost leaving his mouth as Danny subconsciously put a little too much ghost in his greeting.

“Danny! Don’t go in, sweetheart. Someone broke into your…” her face flickered with a frown. “Living area…?”

“Thank you for letting me know, ma’am.”

“Oh, dearie, you can just call me grandma!”

“You’re too young to be called grandma, Martha.” He deflected, peering into the dirt clouded window.

“Come now, sport!” Danny jolted as Thomas sparked into existence beside him. “You wouldn’t have to worry about this if you’d just go visit our son!”

“That’s right. Brucie will take one look at you and adopt you on the spot,” Martha said proudly. “I’ll let you know where we kept our magical tomes if you go.”

“Thanks, but no thanks. Your son is, pardon my language, a complete fruitloop. I bet he has a secret basement to do shady stuff like Vlad did, complete with a portal, like a supervillain.”

There was nothing the couple could say to that, as their son did have a secret basement where he did do a bunch of shady stuff. Plus, he does have that portal to the Justice League. Still, it wasn’t their secret to spill. The dead speaks no secrets, after all, even if everyone else failed to get the memo.

“Well, what are you going to do about this intruder then, chum?” Thomas asked, crossing his arms and creasing his bloodstained suit. “You know, if you get adopted by our son, you’ll have access to even better things than this thief is trying to steal. Don’t you want it? Delicious food? Or, we could even do you favors! Anything for our grandson, right, dear?”

Martha leaned in eagerly. “Give him the old one, two! He looks like he has breakable knees, little dove. Bruce could show you how to throw a punch! He’s seen a fight or two in his day.”

“Yeah, or I can just do this,” Danny went ghost, muting the flash of light from his transformation and fading to invisibility and intangibility. He’s not one to overshadow people, but he’s tired and this guy’s looking for treasure in a pigpen.

Danny dumps him three blocks from his house and flies back to flip on his floor mattress. “Gonna take nap. Shhh.”

He paused. “And for the record, I know how to throw a punch, thanks.”

——

“Mom? Dad?” Bruce’s voice echoed in the empty manor hallways. It was a dream; he knew because he was eight again, dressed in the same outfit he wore the day his parents died. He moves his body as he wants to, a trick he learned from a Tibetan monk who could dream walk.

“Brucie!” His dad appeared, lifting him up and cheering. Bruce allows himself to wallow in the memory of the last happy moments he had with his parents.

“Dad!”

“Thomas, set Brucie down.” Mom scolded, walking up and clipping her pearls onto her neck.

“Momma!” Bruce wiggled so that his dad set him down. He hugged her, enjoying the imagery even if he couldn’t feel her. Now… the next few words should be her ushering them to get into the car.

“Bruce, we have something we want to talk to you about.”

Bruce stiffens in shock. What?

“That’s right sport. We were thinking we could have another grandson!” Dad floated to her, placing a hand on mom’s shoulder.

“There’s this boy, on the West End, his name is Danny Nightingale.” Mom informed him.

“But momma, I’m a kid!”

“Are you?” His dad asks, smile creasing into those memorable dimples.

“To us, perhaps. You’ll always be our child, no matter how old you grow to be.” Mom caresses his face, Bruce suddenly sprouting to be taller than her, older. He’s older than they’ll ever be again. “But to him, you’re not, Bruce. Truthfully we didn’t want to resort to this…”

“But he’s stubborn. He needs family, sweetie.” His father clapped his shoulders. “Go get us another grandkid, son.”

Bruce Wayne bolts upright, waking from his dream with a gasp.

Two moments later, and he sits in front of the BatComputer, street cam footage of one Danny Nightingale pulled up.

[emacrow]

John is salty as fuck.

How the fuck Red Robin got a Favor Ticket from the infinite realm?!?

He has been spending a 4 year and 8 months trying to figure the right ritual to summon that bastard right. All he gets is a dog sized looking green blob ball thing looking thing that take one look at him, say oooo and disappears on him, and yet the coffee obsessed robin figured it out in one shot to save batman?!?

Fuck this! He ignoring batman asking questions about the infinite realm, he need hardcover 99% alcohol liquor right the fuck now.

He sticks his middle finger as he leaves through the portal, closing it on his way out as he plop onto his bed in the house of mysteries, groaning out his frustration.

If John was paying attention, he wouldn't notice several dozen blob ghosts laying on his back, silently oooing on his slowly developing core.

Meanwhile

In crime city, Jason had given trying to removed this greenish lazarus pit cat sized goop off him for the last 6 hours. None of the robin seem to see it beside Cass, but the rage seem to be sipping away.

Part 2 here <-

[neversleep5842]

Please Help me find a fanfic

Danny is summoned in Gotham. The bats try to stop the summoning but fail (John Constantine is also there).

They kinda interrogate him ,Danny loves his parents but he is aware they should face consequences and asks them for help with Amity park (he makes them promise that they will help Amity). He tells them he couldn't ask for help before because of Vlad (pretty sure he also exposed his halfa status).

It's not a very long fic ,pretty sure it's incomplete

[demonic0angel]

"Danny did you do something with my boss's bike?"

Danny stared at the lake where Jason's bike now rested at the bottom, "I uhhh... moved it."

"Were?!!!"

Danny coughed awkwardly. "Uhm. Give me a second."

"........ was that explosion on the bridge because of you?"

".... no?"

"Please tell me that my boss' bike isn't at the bottom of the lake because you decided to hotwire did it and then take a ride before picking a fight with a villain on the bridge."

"Okay, then I won't."

"...."

"...."

"Danny!!"

"I'll get it back! Just give me a few minutes, I swear!"

"You're so dead! No, you're going to be even more dead when I'm done with you! Daniel J. Fenton! Get that bike back or so help me—"

————

Two people stood in front of the Red Hood, one who was whistling nervously while the other had her arms crossed irritatedly. Behind them was a dripping wet motorbike.

Red Hood stared at them blankly.

"Wolf? Do you want to explain?"

Through gritted teeth, Wolf said, "Please don't worry about it, Hood."

"My bike is wet."

"... brilliant observation."

Red Hood sighed and looked up at the sky for a moment before he looked back down and then shook his head silently, still speechless.

Wolf wilted and then said, "I'll pay you back, Hood."

Red Hood sighed. She was so cute sometimes and he was weak.

He ignored the sudden death glare from Wolf's little brother, waved a hand, and then said, "Alright, I'll come back in a few hours and I want my bike to be fixed, dry, and running, capiche?"

There were two mumbled, "Yes sir"s, before Red Hood turned away with a shake of his head.

No wonder Wolf was so weirdly competent. With siblings like that, she was probably running herself ragged.

[unhingedreblogging]

One day, Jason just completely disappears from Gotham. There's camera footage of his eyes going Lazarus green before he gets on his bike, helmet going over them, and then he just... Calmly drives out of the city, heading in one seemingly very specific direction. Bruce of course remotely activates every single tracker Jason has on him so they can find out where he's going and pick him up.

Jason has no idea what's happening to him, but his Pit Rage has kicked into overdrive, only... It isn't rage now, it's like a beacon, calling him somewhere. He can't even fight it, he doesn't want to fight it for some reason, so he follows where that cold-hot spot in his chest is telling him to go.

Danny has finally reached an age where he can be crowned King of the a Infinite Realms, all ghosts are called to his haunt, and the portal within it, in order to witness the crowning at the former Kings Keep.

[catmaraudersfan]

The Bats try to get the vial of Lazarus Water from the animals.

They panic when the cork pops out at some point and the animals DRINK the spilled Lazarus Water!

Imagine for whatever reason Danny gets turned into a cat (black with white boots and white with black boots when changing to ghost form, I imagine him as a fluffy long hair cat) and he’s in Gotham just running around and doing whatever. Only he’s not alone, no no, Cujo is here with him.

So imagine cat Danny, walking through an alley, followed by little Cujo happily wagging his tail. Just this black cat that looks high maintenance and a glowing green puppy following it.

They look like they have places to be, important places.

[kermdoeswriting]

Don't Call Me That

Dick isn't entirely sure what it is about their newest teenaged recruit Phantom, but the guy absolutely gives him the creeps.

He knows it isn't the implication of a realm of ghosts being a real thing, no matter how much that implication has rattled his brain. But it is something, something else.

There was just some kind of certain air surrounding Phantom that tended to put Dick on edge whenever they're near each other.

It also doesn't help that the guy has the tendency to do things normal people wouldn't really do. Things like talking to the empty air like he's having a genuine conversation or staring off into one spot of the room like a cat watching a corner of the wall while hunting.

Things like bringing sudden chills to Dicks skin whenever he passes by or the way he seems to constantly breathe out cold air like a dragon for the fun of it.

Dick has caught him doing all of these things multiple times and most times, despite scaring him slightly, they were just harmless things about his newest team-mate.

But right now it wasn't really about that at all. Right now he's more annoyed than afraid of him.

For some reason recently, Phantom has been greeting him by his old hero persona rather than his new one. And its been eating at Dick every single time it happens, being reminded of the time he had first switched costumes and names to distance himself from Batman as a whole.

Except this time the person saying it had never even MET him in his original suit, so having Phantom calling him Robin was aggravating him faster than any of the other more important issues he should be dealing with were.

Dick originally attributed to it possibly being some sort of hero worship that he was going through, an attempt to impress him with his past history as knowledge. God knows, Tim wasn't any better when he had first met the poor kid at his doorway all those years ago.

But then Phantom had revealed that he hadn't even known Gotham was a real city nor did he know who Batman was up until a few months ago. That had set Dicks mental alarm bells off all over again.

It was weird all over and since it was just outright weird, Dick had decided to pull him aside to talk to the younger teen about it.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't call me by that name, Phantom" He had started off, watching as Phantom went through confused faces to figure out what this conversation was about. Dick just continued on.

"The name, Robin, is just really special to me and my family. And I stopped going by that name years ago, it would feel wrong to be called that again when I've outgrown it."

Phantom looked less confused now as it seemed to click altogether about what he had been talking about. The teen tilted his head at him, looking over him for a second before doing another one of his cat stares at the dead air behind him.

Dick just sighed for a moment but watched as Phantom came back into focus and genuinely looked somewhat apologetic.

"I'm sorry," Phantom started off sheepishly, eyes looking towards the floor for a second before looking back at his. "I didn't know you both went by that name at some point. I had mostly been greeting the little ghost attached to your side, not you, sir"

Dick froze at the wording, looking at Phantom with wide eyes. Phantom just continued without even looking at him.

"He always seems to be around you a lot and he was excited when he realized I could see him so I started greeting him whenever he was with you. I'm sorry if it made you uncomfy doing so."

Dicks breath hitched a bit before eventually choking out all the questions he had trapped in his throat. The suddenness made Phantoms eyes land back on his face again.

"What... What little boy? Did he say his name? What was he wearing?"

Phantom tilted his head again at Dick, looking more confused at Dicks confusion.

"What do you mean? It's Robin wearing the Robin costume?"

Phantom suddenly looked over to the dead air behind him again for a second, nodding his head and humming a bit before turning his attention back to Dick.

"He told me to say 'Big Bird you're such a dolt' to you. I don't know what that means but-"

Dick couldn't hear anything else Phantom was even saying to him. His breathing stopped and all he could feel was a small chill behind him, seemingly surrounding him in a small way that reminded him of a certain boys hug.

"Jason?"

[cosmic-aquila]

[] The Blind Guide []

There had been silent whispers in Gotham lately, about a blind child with pitch black hair that seemed to suck the light around it, dull yet shocking blind blue eyes would stare at those who somehow stumble upon him.

He's always followed by a cold chill, they say, and a feeling of eyes everywhere. There's always a crow, raven, owl, or rat nearby, always carrying a gift for the blind child. He always knew where to go, or what was around him, despite being blind. He helped anyone that stumbles upon him, whether civilian or rouge, even Robin one time when a gang teamed up on him while he was helping a stray dog.

Which is the reason Red Robin was currently swinging across rooftops, searching for any leads on where the 'Blind Guide' could be found. Red Robin was sure he was so close to the mysterious child, when Batman called for backup in order to bust a drug's ring, causing his to abandon a new rare lead.

Its been a month or so now, with Red Robin following leads but unable to find the Blind Guide for one reason or another, and why does it feel like his siblings were laughing at him behind his back?

[stars-obsession-pit]

The GIW’s Best Worst Scientists

(good Fenton parents)

The Ghost Investigation Ward’s increasing activity in Amity Park had been kinda annoying to the Doctors Fenton, but ultimately wasn’t that big a deal to them. They could live with slightly condescending scientists.

Well, that was until they learned that Danny is Phantom. Now, the GIW’s activity represents an ever-increasing risk to their boy, and they can’t stand for that.

Unfortunately they can’t just take down the organization. As satisfying as it might be, that’s a bit beyond their current skills.

Then Maddie has an idea.

Despite their condescension towards the scientist couple, the GIW had recognized the potential of some of their inventions and left them an open offer of employment.

Employment that would give them access to the GIW’s facilities.

And that, they could cause a whole lot of problems. Stealing copies of files, obfuscating the labs’ data, “accidentally” letting any captured ghosts out, having their inventions backfire at just the worst times, etc.

Jack especially is looking forward to getting to let his full “weird himbo” energy out

[i-steal-bones]

This does not get to stay hidden in the notes

Phantom of the Manor

AKA "The Batfam unintentionally start giving ritual offerings to the Phantom. Danny, who's been mistaken as the Phantom of the Opera, is wondering why his hoodie pockets are full of tomato slices??" prompt idea!

Headcanon that Ghosts become more powerful the more people believe in them, kind of like deities. Danny's never really had to deal with the whole "ritualistic sacrifices to Bloody Mary" or "superstitious prayers against Davey Jones" because Phantom is a Hafta. Danny doesn't need people to believe in him or worship him.

So, he's never gotten a ritual offering before.

Which is why he's absolutely baffled when he shoves his hand into his hoodie pocket to grab his phone and feels something... squishy. And cold. Both Sam and Tucker scream as Danny jolts to his feet with a squeamish shriek. He damn near Goes Ghost as he tries to tear off his hoodie, regardless of the staring mall-walkers. Danny finally manages to fling the hoodie onto their table, scrambling to Sam and Tucker's sides, trying to breath through a panicked: "There'ssomethinginmypocket!!"

Sam carefully pokes around until she finds... squished tomato slices? They're oily and salted like a tomato caprese without the cheese. Which is an interesting choice for a snack. You'd think Danny would at least use a Ziplock bag or something?

("Ancients! Of course, I didn't put them there, Sam!")

Fast-forward a couple of weeks. Danny's going insane because why the hell are there tomatoes literally everywhere? Every couple of days (or hours, depending on the day), he finds different types of tomatoes all over the place. In bed when he wakes up. In his jean pockets at school. Even in the shower, he'll be blindly trying to find the shampoo bottle and come across a handful of grape tomatoes. He can't. Handle. It. Anymore. Danny's going to become the "Tomato Man" at school from how often he randomly pulls out tomatoes from his pockets. Like he needs another reason for Dash to mock him.

The last straw was when Danny was Full Ghost and felt something... itchy in his suit. He knew before he saw it. Danny tentatively pulled the sleeve of his suit open, silently praying that it wasn't what he thought it was, and- yeah. There's V-8 smeared from his goddamn elbow to wrist. He had to fight with tomato juice in his suit for several hours. And that's it; Danny literally can't take it anymore. He goes to Frostbite, begging the Yeti to help him with his Tomato Problem.

Only to be told he's receiving offerings. Which are apparently incredibly sacred and should be appreciated. (It'd be easier to appreciate if it was, like, cash or something. Maybe a Nintendo Switch. Instead, his patrons are worshipping him by offering... tomatoes. Great.)

So, clearly, the only option is to go straight to the source (i.e., his patrons) and tell them to Fucking Stop Giving Me Tomatoes. The next time he feels something weighty in his pocket (gross!), he follows the thready connection of his worshippers through a portal.

And Danny steps out in his full Ghost Regalia (because clearly they're worshipping Phantom, right? So Danny can't exactly show up in ripped jeans and his favorite NASA hoodie). The family sits at a dinner table... which is a little weird, since he'd expected an altar or something. But even weirder is the beady, predatory that look borderline-violent staring at him from everybody at the table. There's an uncomfortable silence more tense than dinners at Vlad's mansion.

Then, Danny carefully scoops out the soupy, baked grape tomatoes from his pocket and dumps them on the table. He doesn't wait for them to question it, just points to the tomatoes and says, "I appreciate the offerings, really, but it's gotta stop. It's gross. I have to wash tomato juice out of my clothes every day. If you're gonna leave an offering, no. More. Tomatoes. Please."

The oldest man seems jolted out of his stupor.

"Excuse me, but could you please explain why you've come to our home?" The man asks cordially. (As if Danny couldn't see him carefully gripping his steak knife like a throwing dart. And that's just rude, honestly. Danny was invited.)

"Uh, I'm Phantom? You literally give me offerings every day. Again, I appreciate it, I never thought I'd have diehard fans, but I don't even really like tomatoes. I mean, they're fine in salsa and stuff, but even I won't eat pocket-tomatoes."

"I believe there may be a misunderstanding. We don't worship a deity named Phantom nor have we left any offerings." The oldest says. He seems like he's about to continue when one of the black-haired adults interrupts him with a nervous, "Uh, B? About that..."

So. Yeah. It turns out Dick Grayson and Jason Todd forced the family to watch Phantom of the Opera, which spawned the joke of offering any food they don't like (i.e., tomatoes) to "the Phantom" (i.e., their trashcan). More than half the family doesn't like tomatoes and Alfred uses it as a punishment for breaking something, overworking, etc. They'd gotten pretty sneaky about scraping their leftovers into the bin but had gotten into a habit of saying "this one's for the Phantom, a treat for the Phantom," or something incredibly stupid like that.

Danny's just... a little relieved, honestly? Because he's literally fifteen and wouldn't really know what to do with followers if he had them. Plus, now he doesn't have to worry about waking up with tomatoes in his bed or making excuses for all his tomato-hoarding while at school. (Which was not necessarily the right thing to mention to Bruce "Serial Adopter" Wayne. Practically the whole table turned to stare at Bruce when Danny mentioned he's apparently an underage deity, waiting for Bruce to sweep in with a well-executed, "Well, it's getting late. Why don't you stay the night?" Because Bruce apparently can't help himself from collecting another black-haired, blue-eyed kid.)

[emacrow]

The floating empire of Pharoah Duul Aman

It's not every Tuesday the Justice League encounters something like this, but this was new to Wonder Woman.

A giant island floating in mid air suddenly appeared in a flash of glowing green.

It was Egyptian yet futuristic, like Kemet, where a massive silver and green pyramid in the center with a large pulsing green ball constantly swirling in a barrier.

The building themselves were oddly a combination of modern with Egyptian hieroglyphics carved into them and plants coating and moving around buildings, puffing out icy breaths. It look to be a modern yet futuristic town.

There were people, yet.. odd looking with a pale blue color as some were floating around, the other chasing after their children, parents, floating babies sleeping above them attached to a purple leash wrapped around a Egyptian Mau cats as they talking about the next Hide and Fight game.

Before Wonder Woman could fly closer, she faceplanted right into a golden barrier.

...

...

...

Tucker Foley was desperate to save Danny. After the GIW last attack, they severely injured Danny who pushed tucker out of harm way with a new untested ecto blaster that was stolen from the Fentons before. They gave up on hunting and helped Danny after his revealing.

The Portal was malfunctioned and breaking apart as it slowing eats out the Fenton's basement into it, even as he incase the town in a barrier of his own making to push out the GIW all out and hidden around town.

Danny, who is lays on the makeshift bed outside the Fenton house, Fangs grinding in pain with trails of greens and red pulsing through his skin with frantic Jazz trying to find another ecto-dejecto in the Fenton mobile knowing there is no more.

His hands trembled as he was performing a ritual, writing another hieroglyphics in Egyptian symbol. Sam was out the circle holding the Scarab Scepter using fenton gloves to keep her mind from being enchanted by it dark power.

Tucker knew he was the reincarnated Duul Aman. He can still remember everything of his past life even though he lied to his friends about that time when he went mad with power.

He remembered how blood thirsty and enraged with guilt weighed down Duul Aman to madness upon remembered his friend Danyal, who sacrificed his life for him.

Danyal, who was a foreign slave yet closest best friend in the world, looks too like Danny. He never lied when he said he and Danny had been friends since forever.

He knew who danny was danyal reborn the moment he saw that birth marks on his heel, the very same cresent moon shaped mark right against his heel.

He will not fall into the same madness that consumed his past life. He will save his best friend even..

Tucker quietly inhaled finishing the last piece of the ritual as he held mumbled a prayer to Bastet for protection, holding out his hand to Sam for the Specter

"You know what to do if I can't handle it, Sam." Tucker said to her softly.

"Are you sure this will work, Tuck?"

"I'd study this for a long.. long time, I did all the calculations 7 times to save Danny and fixed the portal leaking into our town. I need enough power, or else the ghost zone is going to implode on all of us, taking the planet and this dimension with it."

"And if it doesn't work.. well, it's was great being best friend with you, Grass eater." Tucker wobbly crack a smile. Sam rubbed her teary eyes a bit.

"If we survived this, I'm so shoving you into grass even with reality morphing powers, Tucker."

[demonic0angel]

Every time Tim starts spiraling into depression and starts becoming Evil Gun Batman, Clockwork sends Dani a note to annoy Tim unti he gets distracted and forgets what he was thinking about.

Tim growled to himself. He and Young Justice needed to get stronger. He needed to be able to protect them, but the amount of enemies they encountered was only increasing as the age of heroes grew stronger, almost like a horrifying correlation.

He needed to make more plans.

He needed to make sure his team would be safe.

He needed to make sure that their enemies could never rise against him—

A weight dropped onto his lap and immediately started grabbing at him.

Tim jumped from the surprise before he scowled.

"Spirit! What are you doing?!"

"Incendiary," Dani said cheerfully, still groping him for his belt.

"Spirit! Get off!" It took him a few moments to register what she said. "What? Why do you need my incendiaries?!"

He squirmed away from her touch, her fingers unintentionally tickling him.

"I'm going to start a fire!" She said brightly. He struggled to get away from her and her wiggling hands, but she trapped him in place with her weight, successfully able to reach for his belt and look into it.

He grabbed her by the hoodie and wrenched her back, but she just phased through her jacket and pulled off his belt with a triumphant cry.

"Dani!" He snapped, although he couldn't help but laugh. He grabbed at her but she slid off of his lap and danced out of his reach with a beaming smile.

"Catch me if you can! And if you don't hurry up, Bart and I are going to make s'mores with these!"

"Use a match! Not my incendiaries! You pyromaniac!" He chased after her, laughing as she dodged his attempts with her own giggles.

Neither of them noticed the otherworldly being watching that world with a careful eye.

Clockwork gave a sigh. Thank goodness his daughter employee was able to successfully divert a crazy world dictator again.

Now he only had to worry about who would take her hand in marriage...

[hypewinter]

Danny was tired. Seriously tired. Between helping ghosts move on and dodging the bats, he hadn't had a proper night's rest in ages. On top of that, his roommate kept odd hours and would sometimes leave their room without him hearing them enter to begin with. They never really interacted with anyone or brought people over either. So honestly he can't be blamed for thinking they were a ghost.