#ghosty writing time

[kadextra]

q!Bagi’s analysis of q!Bad’s ability to keep secrets

THANK YOU BAGI. YET AGAIN SHE UNDERSTANDS!!!

[yeetmyboi]

Chapter one : A Wandering Stray

a/n: MDNI pls. ghostxreader. collage by me, i don’t own the images.

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Nothing in this line of business was consistent nor guaranteed. Money, weapons, comrades— even your own survival. Fate and fortune were just two sides of the same coin that dictated each and every one of your missions.

That’s just the way it was. And you were fine with that.

Embraced it, even.

You’ve worked for a US Private Military Company, Hollow Inc, a up-and-coming PMC for a year now. Which has allowed you to keep those skills that were drilled into you sharp.

All that’s really left from your time in the military.

Being the US’s ‘legal’ version of a mercenary, meant that you were always on the move. Contract after contract. Getting paid large sums of money to act on whomever hired you. Some were with groups of other US military, others by yourself acting on part of the US. Miles and miles of places you’ve visited adding up like the ever growing number of scars and marks that littered your body.

In turn, you learned to be adaptable. With too many unknown variables involved in your line of work, it was best to assess information quickly and effectively, then act. ‘Think flexibly, cope with change easily, and always maintain a good attitude’ as a wise friend once told you.

Well, that last part you were still working on…

Your mission contract had just expired with your previous employer. Just another successful job under your belt. Already on your way back. To a small ‘luxury’ apartment in a bustling city, that was where you called home. Not even a few minutes of walking in and dropping your duffel bag, the burner phone you were given started to ring. Buzzing in your pocket with that annoying default ringtone. With it being given to you just before the end of your last contract, you suspect it was another ‘job’ calling. At least work has been consistent lately. A rare thing these days due to the company’s still developing reputation. Even if your bones begged for a break.

Idle hands are the devil’s tools, you reminded yourself.

“Hello?” You answered. Flipping the phone open and pressing it to your ear. Static filling the air for a moment before a female voice could be heard.

“Ah, Lieutenant. Glad to know you’re back on US soil.”

Your brows furrowed slightly. This voice wasn’t one you’ve heard before. Let alone, this woman was addressing you by your old title.

One you no longer held…

“I have a job for you. When’s the soonest you can get to the café down the street?”

In your mind’s eye, you knew exactly where it was. A quaint little place run by a sweet older lady whom you’ve exchanged pleasantries with numerous times. It had quickly become your favorite place to read and enjoy a hot cup. Merely 5 minutes away.

“I can be there in 15.”

“Excellent.”

Then the line was dead. Short, simple, and sweet. At least this job was already seemingly cut and dry, if that single conversation was anything to go off of.

You quickly change into something more casual. Going for civvies rather than something that screamed ‘military-trained killer’ that you are. Can’t be scaring the locals now, can we? Active wear being your most comfortable choice.

Given your hair has seen better days, you opted to wear a light gray beanie. Just to hide the awkward indent your hair held onto. All from being in a tight ponytail for far too long. Slipping on your white tennis shoes, you headed out the door.

The café wasn’t too busy this time of day, the late morning. Most people having already gotten their caffeine fix by now. Making it easy to spot the person you were to meet up with. A lady sitting in the outdoor patio section, the only one with two coffees.

She was a petite woman, looking up to see you through her blonde bangs. Slowly, she rises and welcomes you at the sleek metal table set. The steel squealed on pavement as she pushed her chair back, rising to extend her hand out to you in a well-practiced handshake. Her coffee, half drank, implied she had been here for a short while.

“Hello, Kate Laswell, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, ma’am.”

“Please, have a seat,” gesturing to the adjacent seat, she slid back into her chair.

You join her, briefly glancing at the coffee set before you then back up to her. Business first. Catching your drift, Kate gave a tight lipped smile and continued, “Your file is quite impressive, and you’ve come highly recommended from your company.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“We went ahead and ran a quick check on you. You’ve been cleared and given the green light.”

You give a small nod, itching to get at the meat of the conversation.

“See, we don’t really reach out to others. Rather, we are the ones others reach out to. However,” Laswell paused, moving to pull out a manilla folder. Your folder. Her deft fingers flipping it open, and pulling out a pen, “We are looking to expand our team for an indefinite time, due reasons I can’t yet discuss. With the skills you possess, it would make a great fit.”

You tilt your head slightly, eyes stay steady on her. Working with a team wasn’t unusual for you. Done it multiple times. Even when you rather preferred your own company. What was unusual was that there wasn’t a set amount of time.

Moving forward to lean on your elbows, resting them against the cool metal table, you nodded once more. Conveying your interest but not wanting to interrupt her.

“But there’s one thing I have to ask. Tell me, why did you leave the military in the first place? Only to continue your work elsewhere just a year later?”

There it was. That dreaded question. Same one you’ve been asked over and over this past year. Yet it still had a habit of making your throat instantly go dry.

Surely your file already explained it? Your contract with special forces was just about up when it happened. You remember the exact moment your commander broke the news to you while out with your platoon. That you were heading home, and quickly.

Next thing you knew, it was 18 hours later, and you were there— kneeling bedside by the last person you considered your true family.

It’s just a quick psych evaluation on the subject, you reminded yourself.

You give a small nod while clearing your throat. Your smile not faltering. Reaching out to that coffee in front of you, you take a sip. The coffee had long since lost its warmth. It’s bitter and barely lukewarm as it travels down your tight throat.

“An unexpected death in the family. I was needed to come home to sort a few things out.” You state simply, setting the cup back down. “I was put in charge of settling everything.”

“Ah,” Laswell nods, “I see. Apologies for your loss.”

You watch as she clicks the pen and scribbles something down in red ink. Your eyes flickered down to her writing before snapping back up. You manage to keep a polite smile, but already wanting to move off the subject. Still, you could tell she was trying to be understanding.

“Well, that’s it then. Welcome to the team,” Laswell clicked her pen and closed your file.

“Thank you, ma’am. How soon am I shipping out?” You asked, gauging how much time you had to wait before being pulled right back into action.

“That burner will text you the location and time. Dress warm.” Laswell gave a warm, knowing smile while moving to stand. You mirroring her movement. Both of you shake hands and part ways. While she walked away, you turned to head inside the café. A hot coffee, sweetened to your liking, you found yourself suddenly craving.

[monstersandmaw]

You know when you’ve got the kernels of new characters and snippets of their plots whirling and rattling around your head, but you can’t grasp any of them long enough to figure out who they are or what their stories are?

Yeah.

That.

[pocket-ghostie]

I made a cookierun kingdom au with shadow milk and pure vanilla...

I'll put my little rant under the cut :)

Here is their reference sheets!

We have here, Shattered Vanilla and Weaver of Lies! In this universe, Shadow Milk gets the full soul jam, and becomes Weaver of Lies. Pure Vanilla gets locked in the tower of deceit and slowly looses his sense of self and becomes Shattered Vanilla. I love them so muchhhh <3 These two are truly messed up and its great <3

I'm not going to go too much into detail about their story (partially bc I actually want to make it and partially bc I don't have it all figured out). But I Need everyone to know how messed up I am about these two. I have Already drawn so much with these two <3

Heres some incorrect quotes with them!

Yeahhhh, they are silly and messed up and I love them <3

This was going to be the end of the post but then I remembered something funny. I came up with this concept and Weaver of Lies design from Miitopia lol. My sibling also suggested it, which i am very grateful for! Here's some pictures I took of the game:

[iamrizaka]

When Luke is worried, he fumbles with his bracelet. He doesn’t even notice it.

It usually happens when Lee is away for way too long. Most of the time, it's nothing serious — just some issues at home or picking up his siblings from the strawberry picking, maybe even getting a scratch during Capture the Flag. But there were few instances when Luke genuinely thought he had lost him.

During their first winter, Lee went to spend Christmas, and New Year with his family. It would've been nothing, but he wasn't at camp when he promised and didn't answer any IMs, so Luke left to search for him. He found him far away from his grandma's house, with bruises on his neck and arms, hiding away. Luke didn't want to let him go after that.

(Thankfully, it was just bruises. He managed to escape his mother and her boyfriend's car before anything serious happened. Didn't mean that he was happy about the whole situation.)

The other time, Luke couldn't find him after the end of Capture the Flag. The only reason he found him was because someone was calling for a healer. Luke didn't leave his cot for hours, waiting for Lee to wake up.

(He just hit his head, nothing too bad. But the panic Luke felt when Lee didn't open his eyes after promised two hours were too much. And when Lee started screaming, when he wasn't seeing Luke? Absolutely painful.)

There were many times Luke was worried about Lee, and most of them were just paranoia. But he can never forget the days when it was real and he was scared and praying for his friend's life.

[inkandpaintsnowleopard]

TELL ME NOOOWOWOW

OK HERE’S A LITTLE FRACTION OF THEM:

As a baseline for everything, I still headcanon Piggy as being the same as Peppa Pig, because that’s a big part of what made it so special to me in the first place. All my headcanons have that context

Willow is an absolute Peppa parallel in my mind; like what would’ve happened if she had a different upbringing. It’s her, her little brother William, her two parents, and for a while she’s just blissfully unaware of the rest of the world because of her childhood innocence. But then unlike Peppa, all of her safety is ripped away from her at a young age, and her more negative traits are forced to take control for her survival. *Narrator voice* Willow likes looking after William

Zee isn’t entirely mute; at least she does have the ability to talk. Something happened to her that caused her to be quiet all the time, whether it be severe trauma or just later developed autism.

Budgie is actually a parrot raised by budgies (in the world of Peppa Pig, she wouldn’t be anthropomorphic, but I don’t want her to be tiny). She is HIGHLY intelligent and can wield a sword and stuff.

She technically belongs to Archie, but she’s recognized among the ship crew as her own being. She was originally Ghosty’s when she was still alive, and Budgie wears her hat to remember her.

Ghosty is not a polar bear, she is a spirit bear (I don’t mean like she’s a ghost, like she’s a thing called a spirit bear). Bobby might be too, idk I haven’t decided yet (or have I? IDK IDK).

Every character originating from Peppa Pig is ever so slightly faster, dude to the terrain they grew up on being all hills, which they’ve adapted to trekking all over.

Most of them moved to Lucella in later years for work opportunities.

Foxy (following his Freddy Fox dreams) eventually became a police officer. He and Doggy worked together sometimes.

He, Felix, and Finely, are all different types of foxes, haven’t figured out which though.

Edmond (Elly/Emily’s little brother) is alive somewhere, and is working on his own cure for the infection (“TONY STARK BUILT THIS IN A CAVE WITH SCRAPS” ahh).

Kona is Australian because we all said so (I know he has a canon voice now, but erm actually he sounds exactly like Rhys Darby).

Zaza (Zee) started going by Zee because of the drug associations with her real name that came later.

Zuzy is also a nickname.

Sheepy works in medical stuff (though I’m pretty sure that was just confirmed :’D).

Tigry has all the anxiety and all the depression.

I HAVE MORE??? DO YOU WANT MORE???

[ghostywriter]

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: F/F

Fandom: Soul Sacrifice

Relationship: Ardroth | Minotaur / Similia (Soul Sacrifice) (implied later), Ardroth | Minotaur & Similia (Soul Sacrifice)

Additional Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Trauma, Blood and Injury, Near Death, First Meetings, Color Blindness, Mentioned Parricide, Alternate Universe - Past Recursion

Chapters: 1/?

Summary:

"There was no coherence to Ardroth's life. One moment she had killed her father and the duchess, the next she'd woken up thanks to a sorceress. One of a passive, wicked code, no less. She can't decide whether she wants to kill the strange woman or thank her. Probably kill her.

Similia had seen many former monsters in her time as a sorceress, but there had been none who hadn't known of her lineage by reputation. This one was different. Similia liked odd things, and this one she might just take with her."

[hischierlovebot]

It wasn't a big writing week-end (or week) but look how cute my ghost is looking <333

(Ignore the white bit, I am covering what was previously there)

[marithefriendlyghost]

Lautski Week Submission!!

This is my first time posting my own content here which is wild. But ever since I saw @lautski-week I was super motivated to write about these prompts and share my work with others! ( and share them just too late) I do writing so I posted all the work under here!

It is almost 4am as I post this and the last two prompts are not done, I know the week is over but I wanna finish the prompt list, so I'll get around to posting them when they are finished!

[thecollectionsof]

Gigi and the ghost of Crystal pass corporeal Crystal while on a walk and Gigi freaks out. Also, Gigi and Crystal have a chance meeting which leads to some shower fun :)

[monstersandmaw]

Good news: the desire To Write is back *yaaaay, cheering*

Bad news: actually doing The Writing is still completely overwhelming *ugly sobbing*

[aroaessidhe]

2023 reads

Saint Juniper’s Folly

YA paranormal mystery

follows a foster kid returning to the small town he grew up in, who runs from the judgemental townspeople and ends up magically trapped in a mysterious house in the woods

a boy who lives a boring life in the town until he finds him, and wants to figure out how to save him

and the young witch from the town over who’s heard the woods calling since her mother died, and wants to help

m/m, friendship & investigating a mystery

[iamrizaka]

Chiron: What is this?

Leo: It's a bus-stop

Chiron: It shouldn't be here!

Leo: Fine, well leave then

Leo: *starts up the bus-stop and leaves*

[hollowsart]

things that live rent free in my mind:

Beck chasing Acedia all over the holiday party in Otto's home during Christmas. He's been trying so hard to get her under the mistletoe, but she keeps slipping away.

She's playing hard to get and teasing him, he's so desperate and wanting a kiss. He's gonna catch her eventually and get all the kisses he wants from her before the party ends.

alternatively... the party has just reached its end and everyone else has left, it's just him, Acedia, Adrian, and Otto left. Adrian and Otto are in another room chatting and cleaning up. Beck is sitting by himself, disappointed he couldn't get a kiss from her before midnight.. or so he thought as she leans over the sofa behind him to give him a kiss just before 12.

she tries to pull away, but he grabs her and drags her onto the couch with him, making her giggle on his lap as he covers her in kisses. she totally sticks a present bow on his reindeer antlers headband in the process.

[ghostywriter]

Greed leaves the Nest abruptly with very little word of why. When he eventually returns, he brings a surprise with him-- A girl who leads Dolcetto into questions of family, fatherhood, and humanity.

Wow oh wow I've actually gotten to 5 chapters. Go read about greed and dolcetto being gay dumbasses

[redhoneysugarorange]

At some point, I'd like to think Danny would offhandedly say something about traveling back to his home town, Amity Park, for a month or so.

When the batfamily ask about it, he says his parents wanted him to look over something. Danny asks if they'd like to go with him, but those present couldn't be away for so long because of various reasons (vigilante business like open cases or other undercover work). So Danny shrugs, hugs them goodbye, and promises to make them something cool when he gets back.

Danny kept in touch with the batfamily until a week and a half in, where he didn't answer any calls and his phone kept going to voicemail. It's radio silence. The batfamily resolves to figure out what happened to him, and travel to Amity Park.

I imagine that once the family gets there, they realize that there's something really wrong with this town. They do ask around about the Fenton's and Danny, and people talk about how the Fentons tend to be smart but kinda off their rocker. This the batfamily gets to learn more about Danny.

(Let's just say they were shocked to learn about Danny's fistfight with the Mayor, him saving an endangered species, and seeing the various strange objects the Fentons have created around town.)

The people will then make offhanded comments about not seeing the Fentons in a while, and they were wondering why the roads were safer.

The investigation leads to the definitely not legal house of the Fentons. The batfamily are slowly learning and coming to some correct and some incorrect conclusions as they make their way through this heavily armed homely house, looking at the pictures of Danny and his family and friends.

(... There's a girl who looks like him, just younger. Danny has only mentioned an older sister who they could clearly see in the pictures, who is this?)

The search ends at a locked heavy metal door with fancy security, the most sleek part of the entire house, seeming to lead to the basement. With a growing sense of dread, the batfamily attempt to get through the door. Eventually they break through the door, and ready themselves to look for what was beyond.

A wrecked lab empty of people, green glowing stains splattered about, and a large empty frame of some sort of portal were not at all what they were expecting.

(is this just an excuse for the family to go to Amity? Mayhaps... But I think it would be a perfect opportunity, the batfamily so rarely leaves Gotham in these fics. Let them figure out some things about their seemingly normal practically their father figure. )

I love every fic That has Danny still being Phantom even while in the DC universe but sometimes I just want my little guy to flex his intellect and be all around little mad scientist that only sometimes uses his powers to pick up a screwdriver

Danny is smart.

He knows he is brilliant.

He may have been outshined by his family when he was younger, but that was because his focus was on something else, and frankly, being born last into a family of geniuses made one feel like one wasn't as intelligent as them.

He constantly compared himself to them, knowing that they had already achieved what he was doing and falling further and further behind in his self-wellow.

Then Danny left Amity Park and went into the real world.....he found his intelligence got him far. Danny was exceptionally brilliant when he was working on machinery, chemistry, and, above all else, engineering.

Maybe it had something to do with watching his parents repurpose any household item into a completely new technology that affected beings from different dimensions simply because they used math.

Or maybe it was that his brain was always moving, always connecting, and constantly processing. Danny didn't realize that people couldn't just make whatever idea came into their heads a reality.

Hell, his dad heard about Mr. Freeze's ray and he made a copy in two months. Danny made Mr. Freeze's ray in two weeks. He made other ghost tech in that same amount or enough to arm his schoolmates in one afternoon.

The point is that Danny is good at what he does. Put a screwdriver in huis hand, and he be off until whatever hair brain idea he had a physical form.

Everyone in Amity Park knew this as a fact about the Fentons/ Since they moved in, there was nothing but experiments one right after the other. Sure, they wasted it on things like Ecto-studies, but his parents made their money from somewhere before the world learned about ghosts.

Danny's parents had many, and he means many, patents. Everything from a brand of microwaves to vehicle parts.

His parents created them, sold them to partial rights to companies, and then wasted whatever money they got on some new experiment for a ghost that had not yielded any fortunes.

He thought he could do the same. Just apply to anywhere that would take him after creating a portable phone changer on one's wrist. He figured it would have gotten less attention than he did hadn't he just shown up at Wayne Expo as an unknown inventor through his parents contacts.

Danny had felt relatively small with his foldable plastic table and his four cardboard boxes of his invention while everyone had booths and screens, and a few even had prominent speakers with people in suits that cost more than his house

. Danny felt like a little kid trying to sell lemonade in the five-star hotel lobby. Everyone walked right by him without a glance, or they jeered and mocked him.

That was until Bruce Wayne wandered over. Kind and charming the man, maybe he wasn't the brightest- but he stood there listening to Danny excitedly explain how moving the hand on the bracelet caused it to charge, so walking around with it was all the kinetic energy it needed.

His ward- Dick Grayson, in all his tiny ten-year-old authority, had purchased a bracelet from Danny. It had been the only sale he made that night, but it was the only one he needed. Bruce had called him to offer him a position at WE.

Like his parents, Danny enjoyed his freedom, so instead, he offered to be a freelance inventor. He would show the Wayne's first dibs but go where the wind took him. He made them if he found buyers who weren't trying to ice him out of profits.

Unlike his parents, he didn't waste the funds past his travels. Slowly but surely building up a fortune over time.

Danny still went out as Phantom, but over the years he invented random gadgets and chemicals that he would ship to Bruce for a healthy paycheck. Ussually he makes something that the rich man off-handedly comments on.

"Oh Danny, I just loved skydiving, but I'm scared Dick's parachute will get stuck."

Danny invented one with small rocket blasters Bruce could manually control into landing for his son.

"I always enjoy undersea diving. The tanks are a killer on my back. Jason was almost weighted down by them too."

Danny created a breathing mask that had the tanks in smaller easier-to-carry cylinders.

"Tim really loves his computers. Wish I could take the whole thing with me when I go out!"

Danny had a working computer on a heliographic wristwatch the next month.

It was awesome. Danny traveled a lot but always found time to call and speak with Bruce. He got to know the man well over the years, found himself chatting with him for hours, and even spent his visits to Gotham at Wayne Manor as a guest.

Bruce's kids were a riot to be around. He would often go away for a while only to return and find that they had grown in numbers. He loved them like his own and found himself a confidant among the children.

It was he that Dick called to whispers about his insecurity within Bruce's home. He would go to all the gymnastics and mathletes shows he could catch, cheering the loudest among the rich parents as Dick outshone the rest of the children.

Danny had practically flown home to rip Bruce a new one until the man admitted to his gapping son that he had applied to be his father mere months after taking him in.

It was Danny that Jason spoke to when Dick and Bruce's fights were too loud. He would take the boy on trips, and talk for hours about books to calm down, then he had sat Bruce and Dick down to rip another new one.

It was no surprise that Jason had called him when he had tried to run away to confront his birth mother. He had been there to see the bitch arrested before she could hurt Jason.

It was Danny that Tim often sought out to showcase his photos. He always made sure to call the boy right before he was meant to sleep, regardless of which part of the world Danny was on, to wish him goodnight and talk about their days.

Tim always brightened whenever Danny caught his skateboard competitions or club performances. He was the one who found out Tim's biological parents neglected him after the boy told him, and he was the one to help Bruce win custody.

Then came Damian, who was as scared as he was angry. Danny adored him and saw so many ghost-like mannerisms in him that connecting to the boy wasn't hard at all.

Bruce didn't seem to understand that his son was used to outlined expectations and grew irritable when he felt he failed them. He was the one that help Damian get used to his environment and was the one the boy was much more willing to try new things with.

Steph and Danny often got along well with their sense of humor, but mostly she followed him around, seeking approval that likely missed out from her parents. They would sit down and talk about her future and what she wanted in life, and he even let her practice her makeup on him and giggle about boys.

Sometimes, it felt like she didn't have to be the tough girl from the rough part of town. She could be a teenage girl without a care in the world. At least, that's what she claimed Danny made her feel like.

Cass didn't talk much, but she didn't have to for Danny to not see how much she enjoyed their days out, too.

He loved taking her to see the arts, to sit and listen to music together, and most of all, to see her slowly bloom into a sociable young lady so different from the closed-off girl that first arrived at Wayne Manor.

Duke was still relatively new, but Danny could spot the wild, unhinged look in his eye that would have made him a proper Fenton. The two often spent their time playing video games and working in the community together.

Duke seemed to enjoy when Danny invited him to tag along on short trips, especially when the two would go camping. As someone who grew up in the city, he had never been fishing until Danny taught him how to reel in a big one at a lake a state over. The whole Wayne family had cheered the dark skin boy on as he held the trout over his head for the photo.

Alfred treated him like one of the family sometimes meeting up with Danny on his travels for a cup of tea or a nice phone call to gossip about Bruce.

Danny loved it but adored when the Waynes would help with his inventions. Even if all they did was sit in his makeshift lab inside his RV or the west wing of Wayne Manor like Bruce did, having them made his hands fly faster and his calculations sharper.

Sometimes, he caught the strangest, softest look on Bruce's face when Danny would be wielding.

Danny was so used to this lifestyle that he would forget about his ghost powers. It's not like he really needed them.

That came to head when he returned to Gotham on a whim, wanting to surprise Bruce for his birthday by taking the other man out to dinner somewhere fancy he happened to stumble across the scene of Scarecrow holding the Waynes- his Waynes- as hostages at an award ceremony in the new mental hospital they had funded.

Danny hadn't thought.

He saw the Fear Gas vents open and pulled one of his gadgets. He threw it as hard as he could at Scarecrow, watching with satisfaction as it bounced off the manic's head- knocking him out and spinning in place as it activated.

It was a miniature vacuum- meant to gather pollution in the air to hopefully clean up their planet- sucking in all the green smoke before it could harm.

He three out of the other five at the goons that had tried to gas the spectators before, pressing his anti-gravity plates- reversing them to slam the goons into a heap and officially knocking them out.

Danny took down the Rouge in under a minute.

"Bruce! Kids! Are you alright?" He cried rushing the stage to the stunned family. He helped them out of their bonds, gentelly tracing the bruise on Bruce's face with a soft whine. "They hurt you."

"I'm alright, darling," Bruce muttered, leaning into his palm. "I'm better with you here. What was that?"

"Oh just a-"

"Look out!" Dick suddenly screams as a flash of ice comes from nowhere. Danny tucks Bruce onto his chest and rolls away from the ray's pathway. They land with his friend on his back and Danny leaning over him in a protective hunch.

Quickly, he stops his foot against the ice, pressing the heel back and watching bursts of electricity from his built-in tazer race up the ice to the beam of Dr. Freeze.

The man doesn't have time to react before spamming and hitting the ground. Danny scoffs. "Using a ray with a cryogenic laser beam so last season. Invent something new, you one act poney."

Bruce stares up at him with those soft eyes again, and Danny smiles now that he is sure the Danger is gone.

"Is there nothing that mind of yours can't do?" Bruce asks and Danny laughs helping him to his feet as police swarm the place.

"Find me a date, maybe." Danny jokes, "I haven't had one since you took in Dick.""

"Neither has Father!" Damian shouts from behind them. Danny bemussingly watches the young boy march up to gesture at the mortified-looking man.

Despite his father's obvious embarrassment, Damian does not seem bothered to shout for everyone to hear. "He may swing both ways but hasn't acquired a suitable spouse. What says you, Danny? You could assist in correcting this error."

"Sure, I'll take him out." Danny laughs, patting the boy on his shoulder, knowing he hates to have his hair touched. Damian all but melts into his hand like his father seemingly smug. "I know a great club to meet some great people in Metropolis!"

Damian's smug look fades away as Bruce's eyes fall. "I meant for you to be Father's sp-"

"Danny, would you mind explaining those tazer shoes?" Bruce cuts in, throwing a arm over the inventor's shoulder. "They were dazzling!"

"Oh, Bruce, I'm always happy to explain my creations!"

Damian pouts as the two walk away, acting like a married couple to the scattered spectators. If only his Father would just man up and tell Danny that he's practically been his second Father all these years, they need to officiate it.

Tim sighs, placing a hand like Danny did on his shoulder. "It's okay, Dami. This time, we will surely succeed in the Parent Trap plan. Maybe before Danny gets lost in the lab trying to invent a way to warp travel."

"Don't even joke, Tim," Jason says. "Danny would figure that out. He created the Zeta Beams to make it to my senior play. He'll figure out warping if we ask him to."

"Dad's the best," Steph laughs, and they all agree, determined more than ever to make Parent Trap happen.