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Day Four: Mirror Image // Everyone thinks they are the only one that knows about Phantom. They’re wrong. // Costume Swap

<Damian and Danny are estranged twins.> I love this trope! I also worked super hard on this piece - I'll post a progress breakdown later for y'all. I find it really neat, I used a lot of new techniques and references to improve my end result :)

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per @lolottes:

"the worst would be if Vlad showed empathy towards Danny in the face of his situation "Brucie", seeing it as a reflection of him and Jack. or even worse he says that and it's heard by a member of the batfam as well as the argument with Danny that follows or its mentioned by Danny; that “his father was intelligent and has diplomas” as well as “he is not trying to murder” followed by a teasing “for the moment” from Vlad"

They hate Bruce for entirely different reasons. Danny thinks he's like Vlad, only somehow even less relatable as a member of the bourgeoisie (at least Vlad has humble roots; he does things like eat cereal and get excited about socks; Brucie probably has his every meal prepared by rollerskating maids and only cares about extreme sports or hot people.) Vlad thinks Brucie is beneath him, and his city is too overrun by maniacs to be worthwhile overshadowing. A complete waste of resources.

Danny keeps on meeting Brucie Wayne at Galas when he goes to keep Sam company. He hates the man. There is no adoption, no adoption jokes, he never meets Batman. Give me Danny Fenton and his unending beef with Brucie Wayne. Bruce finds this absolutely hilarious. This feisty 14 year old is incredibly fun to antagonize.

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Here's my hc somewhat aged up Danny - he's eternally exhausted, cantankerous, and would really like to stop needing to pry ecto-experiments away from evil billionaires.

He still had the original suit until somewhere in his teens where he got too cocky, got nabbed, and [insert fandom-typical vivisection here.] Now he's traumatized and his walls are up and rock solid (he's crumbling on caffeine, spite, and love for his friends)

Alternately, the vivisection-tape design gets added in after the Batfam rescue him from his parents/GIW (which is why there are lil triangles <3 right where the bat wings usually are!) I could probably do a version with a nightingale instead of his logo (who needs a logo, anyway...)

As he gets older, he definitely fills out - so we have a stronger jaw, broader shoulders, large hands and feet - I think his rate of ageing is somewhat slowed down - but by the time he's 40 I think he'll definitely be broad and heavy set, like his dad (which in more realistic proportions, I think like Wilson Fisk yanno?)

This is also kind of a Hazmat AU where the Fentons take lab safety as seriously as they can for two independently employed, neurodivergent parents with a hope operation - Maddie and Jack still like to double-check the seals on his hazmat whenever given the chance. The ecto-tape is normally black, but glows green when it absorbs ecto above the recommended safety levels. (It also acts as a secondary protection, continuing to draw in the energy and convert what excess it can into light.) I suppose this means that Danny could use it as a limiter, removing excess tape when he needs to go all-out... but I think he prefers to keep as much of his hazmat suit on as possible.

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Day one: Betrayal // “I can’t believe I met Batman first.” // An Open Door

Danny was supposed to meet Batman today through his contact, Nightwing, in order to broach discussions between the Infinite Realms and the Justice League on repealing the Ecto Acts - and explain that technically, he wasn't a meta, so he wasn't breaking the Big Bad Bat's "No Metas" rule by seeking refuge in Gotham - but apparently his presence was enough to agitate the Bat-clan's liminals into attacking. Which was fine, Danny didn't mind a friendly hello! But are the weapons really necessary? -----

Red Hood wasn't interested in being a part of this meet and greet per se, but he was invested in familiarizing himself with the spectre that had occasionally been glimpsed through Crime Alley. Phantom's presence was something that had been innocuous - it wasn't til months later that Jason realized there even was a presence, as Phantom's creed sat so cleanly in line with his own that there hadn't been much as far as reports from his informants went. Only after piecing together several stories of small miracles did Jason realize that there was a new player in his court. He sat on a roof next to the Bat's - far enough to be perceived as a neutral party if Bruce fumbled this the way he did every other relationship, Jason thought unkindly, and settled in for a proper lurk. Phantom didn't keep them waiting long, the spectral form of a Hazmat suit moving by Lazarus-flavored whiffs of power strong enough to distort the air around it. It set Hood's teeth on edge, leather creaking as he shifted with tension. Obviously, Phantom was an alright sort - or, at least, was rather dedicated to the actions of the 'alright sort.' Jason had spent too much time with Talia to know how good deeds didn't make for good intentions. Phantom closed the distance to the Batman, standing a few feet away and gesturing as he spoke. Bruce responded, and after a moment of tension, Phantom slowly pulled off the helmet of his suit. His hair was ethereal white, moved by currents nobody else could see, and his face was far more full and healthy than one might expect from a dead man - less haggard, anyway, than it appeared through the visor of his helmet at this distance. But set into that face were bright, wide eyes that were Lazarus green, and even as the spectral man turned and locked eyes in a state of alarm, Jason's heart was in his throat and his hand was on his gun, he needed to- he didn't know what he needed, but this creature's head, might satisfy it- Jason's cognition was lost to a haze of acid green.

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Ghost Hunger | Ghost King | Hazmat Also, bonus:

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I love this trope so much. Ghosts socializing by fighting, and Jay having anger issues because of an actual social need not being met... Also Danny being estranged from a lot of his more familiar ghosts, and finding someone much closer to his age and energy level than, say, Lady Gotham, who is always happy to visit but is much too busy doting on Her People to really, properly fight (and after all, a proper battle with her would probably leave the place in ruins...Danny's not rude enough to trash her Haunt like that.)

beatdown buddies

(You always read fics where the pit is instantly calmed by Danny’s presence, but what if it didn’t?)

Now, you have to understand, that Jason was long past attacking strangers in a blind fury. The Bats? Sure, all the time--- but he was working on that.

This particular scrawny, possibly-homeless stranger hadn’t done anything more than simply exist in Jason’s proximity. If it was any other Crime Alley resident, Jason would be much more likely feel a surge of protectiveness.

This guy though– he was different.

Locking toxic-green eyes to toxic-green eyes made the pit in his skin violently react. Before he knew it, he was hitting the guy with everything he had, and the guy was hitting back.

The groceries Jason had left his apartment to get spilled all over the ground as the two rolled.

Pulled hair, split knuckles, and bruised bodies, the guy’s fist hit Jason’s jaw for the umpteenth time, cracking his head back and making him look at the gloomy sky.

They only used their fists. Jason could feel the familiar ghost of weapons hidden under the other guy’s hoodie, but neither pulled their hidden weapons.

Despite it all, Jason and the guy shared blood-tinged smiles. Blood boiled under his skin in an exciting trill. He was angry, and it was fantastic.

He’s pretty sure he just made a new best friend.

Someone hit Jason’s back with what could distinctly be identified as a broom. He vaguely heard the sound of yelling around him, but Jason’s only focus was getting his next hit in.

Eventually, they were stopped by a familiar shade of blue and black. Strong arms pulled him off the stranger and pinned his arms down, locking their arms over his chest to prevent Jason from getting free.

“You need to calm down!” Dickwing’s voice lectured in his ear. “You’re going to kill him!”

Surprisingly, Jason settled in Dick’s hold, fight and anger drained out of him in the space of a breath. The fire under his skin didn’t keep flaming and flaming and building it just– stopped.

“Oh, Please.” The stranger was grinning widely, despite the model of developing bruises and cuts across his face. A burly man who Jason vaguely recognized worked at the store they were standing right in front of was both holding up and holding back the guy. “We were just saying ‘Hi’.”

The guy made eye contact with Jason. Blue, no hints of green anywhere. The guy winked. “Danny.”

Frankly, Jason couldn’t quite explain his actions. He felt stupidly chastized by Nightwing’s patented older brother stare of disappointment. Apparently, the guy couldn’t explain his actions either, as he disappeared the instant no one’s eyes were on him.

-

Jason arrived an hour early to Wayne Sunday family dinner. He missed cooking alongside Alfred, and offered his help.

He let Dick wrap an arm around his shoulder for a few seconds as a welcome. He didn’t seethe at Bruce simply being there. He chose to sit between Tim and the Demon brat when it looked like new fratricide plans were being drawn up by the younger.

The pit didn’t scream under his skin to hurt. Little things didn’t set him off, making him have to leave early. He wasn’t tempted to throttle anyone for existing around him.

The pit was just… quiet. Peaceful even. Well, as peaceful as it could get in the Wayne household.

It was a massive improvement compared to six months ago— hell, compared to last month.

He shrugged off inquiries about his black eye, citing it would heal quickly anyway.

-

Jason should have known he wasn’t safe.

Sure, he was on a roof one could only grapple to, across the city from crime alley, and dressed up as Red Hood.

However, Danny always reappeared periodically like a well-timed extremely therapeutic punching bag.

One moment, Jason was looking down over the streets of Gotham the next, he was being flying-kicked by a lithe frame. Something instantly recognized Danny so, rather the putting a bullet in him, Jason picked himself back up into a crouch and lunged at Danny.

“Hood? Hood what’s going on?” Someone called in his ear— Oh, right he had connected comms with his family that night.

Danny stopped suddenly, straddling Jason’s stomach, one hand fisting his collar, the other posed to strike. He blinked. glowing green eyes turned blue. “You’re not like, busy doing vigilante stuff, are you?” He asked.

Every bruise and cut from their last fight was gone, his baby face appeared as though it had never been punched in his life, making him look all the more punchable.

“Nope.” Jason answered, driving an elbow into the kid’s stomach and in the same motion ripped the comm out of his ear to toss it to the side.

Minutes later Danny was pulled off him, and the fire under his skin died down.

He blinked back into his surroundings to find himself on a rooftop with half of Gotham’s vigilantes standing in a circle around him, an unease that he could only read because he was so familiar with them written in all of their body languages. Batman held Danny slightly behind himself, keeping a firm grasp on the guy so he couldn’t escape.

“You claimed the rage was getting better.” Bruce stated in the way that meant he was supposed to answer his unasked questions..

Jason waited for rage and indignance to rise up in him, but rather he just considered that Bruce saw glowing green eyes and a brutal beat down and made a logical leap.

“It has!” Jason argued anyway. He sniffed and ran a hand under his slightly bleeding nose. It didn’t sting enough to be broken. “I haven’t lost my cool in months.”

“That’s what he has me for!” Danny chimed happily. His nose was broken, but Danny didn’t seem to mind the twin streaks of blood running down his face. “We’re friends with Benefits. It’s always healthy to have a little dead-guy on dead-guy action. You guys should really fight with him more often, his ectoplasm is rank.”

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Inspired by this post: https://www.tumblr.com/saltymarshmall0w/767921993434742784/beatdown-buddies?source=share

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some danny doodles

Edit: augh its not loading for me so ig ill reupload later

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Day Five: Undercover // Turns out taking naps in the sky has consequences no matter how high you are. // Duke’s Meta Vision

I had to make more content for the fake vampire! Danny in Gotham AU - his fabulous hair and renaissance flair live in my head rent-free.

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I was thinking hard about what he might have as a weapon, or preferred domain. But honestly I think he just disarms his opponents and uses their weapons against them - unless there's a crowbar nearby.

DC x DP

Of which, while Gotham is a cesspit of death and misery, the city is also having airborne Pure Ectoplasm. Emphasis on Pure.

Due to the deaths and fear.

... The rotten parts of the ectoplasm got weighed down with gravity, and thus the Lazarus Pits down there that's infecting the Gothamite ground and/or waters but that's another matter.

While not as potent as say, Amity Park, what's with their open gate to Infinite Realms, the pure ectoplasm has been- ah, let's say cleansing Red Hood's core, especially he's always in the rooftops along with the other Bats.

And thus one day, it happens:

Red circle appears one day around Red Hood's mid-area and spreading up. Red Hood doesn't exactly have time to process what's happening (he thought there's some cultist shenanigans and one can be forgiven to be assumed that he's being summoned coz again, cultist shenanigans in Gotham)- and lo! A ghostly Robin that's the exact image of Robin II appeared in Red Hood's place and freaking out about it.

And well.

Red Hood wasn't alone when it happened.

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BFFs!

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Day Three: Last Laugh // “In my defense I didn’t know they were time travelers too.” // Heroes as Halfas.

In which Danny fucks with Bruce and Dick through the Wayne Manor cameras. (Track is "I Am Invisible" by They Might Be Giants.)

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The way I redid the text 3 times ><;;

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I worked my way to a migrane for this @n@

Hoping to have a couple copies for Otaku U, a college con that I've designed and manufactured the badges for this year.

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Late night doodles to the end of "What if years later their relationship has kinda chilled out but Vlad still heckles Danny mercilessly as one of his 'closest' subjects" - Danny doesn't really often come to Vlad for advice or help, but he knows he can if he needs to, and Vlad continues to socialize with Danny by fighting (as ghosts do!!) and generally uses Danny's title only as a means to be a nuisance to him. :)