#phantom's writing

[idkanametoputhere]

hello! Hello! I was wondering if you can write vil schoenheit with reader who is like ai hoshino from oshi no ko, thank youuu!^^

hello hello anon! yhank u for the request :)

after extensive research (reading the wiki and watching a 6 minute video), cause i havent seen the anime/read the manga, I came up with this. I hope I didn't drift too far off with ai's personality

qlso, although I'm not good with headcanon format, I didn't know how to do this in a normal fic format soo yeah (I ended up writing a small fic)

type: headcanons/small fic

pronouns: you !!afab!!

character: Vil Schoenheit

tw: domestic abuse, abandonment, teen pregnancy, very low self confidence, reader COULD be yuu, death, rook hunt

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well, let's start from the beginning

what first caught Vil's attention during orientation was your beauty. a student that would certainly be sorted in Pomefiore

a beautiful student with beautiful shining eyes that looked like they had stars in them and a cute smile

but he also noticed something else..

your hand was softly touching close to your stomach, as if you were hurt there

well, despite all that you got sorted in pomefiore, woooo!

during your time in the dorm, the dormleader noticed a few more things about you

one thing was the bubbly, cheerful personality

and another was the skill for dancing and singing. almost as if you were a trained professional

he admires that

if he were to find out that before this you were an idol, he'd respect you for that. he knows how challenging industries can be and how high the expectations from fans can be

and if you were closer and you were still an idol, he might help you and support you when the pressure is getting too much

now, let's say that you two are close enough to share personal personal stuff

firstly, he wouldn't judge if he were to learn about Ruby and Aqua and about the whole teen pregnancy thing in general

again, he'd admire your dedication to both your kids and being an idol, despite being just a teen

(and he'd find and suggest you the best products to get your skin/hair/etc back to normal if they were affected by the pregnancy)

and he'd let you rant about the twins while he was getting ready, doing skincare and all

i also think he'd be very sad when hearing about your past with your mother, and how she abused and abandoned you

he was lucky enough to be close with his father, but he feels bad you couldn't have that with your mother

he'd stay by your side at nights when you'd have breakdowns about your past, your mother, your kids, the pressure of being an idol and blah blah blah

and if he heard that you think you're incompetent and useless? nono, he won't be having that

while not being too obvious, he'd subtly compliment you on your skills, not your appearance, but your skills, slowly helping you build up the confidence you need

and let's just say you happened to, you know, tell him about how you got stabbed

he'd freak out, making sure you're alright,but he'd be sad that someone would do this to you

if you two were very close, he might even need reassurance sometimes, late at night, to make sure that you're alive, that you're there

ALRIGHT, SMALL FIC SECTION, WOOO

it was the day of orientation. a few students caught the young actor's attention, one of them being you. a young student with eyes that shined like the stars and a soft smile

he wasn't surprised when you were sorted in pomefiore. It was expected. and throughout your time in pomefiore, he observed you a bit, just like he did with the rest of his dorm members to ensure that there were no "rough patches" in pomefiore

that's when he noticed your bubbly, cheerful personality. a happy student with a soft smile, who never showed any ill intentions or thoughts about their dorm mates

and during events, he noticed your skills in singing and dancing. you moved around with precision and easiness, while your voice was smooth and trained. you were either very talented, or trained by a professional

but he also noticed a certain..habit of yours. when walking, sitting, waiting, you'd place your hands in the center of your upper body, as if you could feel something bothering you there

it was, odd, but not a sign of bad manners, so he let it slide

and slowly, the two got closer..and closer. you were friends now, close ones at that. so it wouldn't hurt to tell him a few things about yourself

so one night, when everything was getting too much, you hesitantly visited the dorm leader. while he did start lecturing you about messing both your and his sleep schedule, he stopped once he realised how distressed you were

he let you sit down on his bed, and with his focus entirely on you, he listened to you

he listened to your story about your mother, how she abused you until she got in jail, leaving you in an orphanage that she never picked you up from

it left a sour taste in his tongue, he couldn't fathom what he'd so without his father's support..but you didn't have what he had. it was..sad to say the least

while softly comforting you, he listened you you more. he learned about how you became an idol through lying to appear as confident, while in reality you believed you were a goof-for-nothing teen

he could kind of relate to that. pretending he felt alright and was the best, while in reality he was envious of his rival and felt like he couldn't reach him

he made a mental note to help you build up your confidence, whether that be by compliments or by other means

you started tearing up more when you told him about your twin babies, afraid of his judgement about your teen pregnancy..but it never came. instead, he praised you for being able to balance your career as well as the upbringing of your children. it was admirable, it must've been difficult

he let you ramble about the two blonde rays of sunshine, the two kindergarteners that were the ones who taught you what love truly meant

and then you told him something that made his heart stop..

you had been stabbed, in front of your two kids. you had been stabbed in the place you always kept your hands over, as if you could blfeel the knife

you had died, and woke up here...somehow

you cried and cried about leaving your two kids behind, leaving everything you had with them behind

meanwhile, he was shocked, that piece of information scared him. what if one day, just how you mysteriously appeared in twisted wonderland, you just disappeared

but the night ended with him comforting you gently

he was scared of losing you, sometimes he'd send off his vice housewarden to check up on you, make sure you weren't.. dead again

but at the end of the day, it was all alright. you were alive and well, and he was there to support you

who knows, maybe he'll also teach you what love is

a/n: WOOOO I DID THIS, SORRY FOR BEING SLOW DEAR ANON, I WASNT ON TUMBLR THESE PAST FEW DAYS BUT WOOOO! ALSO, I MIGHT WATCH THE ANIME AT SOME POING, WHILE DOING RESEARCH IT MANAGED TO CATCH MY ATTENTION

alright, phan out✌️

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Legal Power

Batman: You can not punish the Joker

Batman: You are no judge, jury, and executioner

Danny Fenton, standing over Joker's beaten body: Actually, I am

Danny Fenton, raising the Creep Stick up: I am the High King of Infinite Realms, and this bitch has been resurrected more than once

Danny Fenton, smacking Joker like a piñata: With the use of a pool of some nasty smelling ecto, mind you, but it puts him under my jurisdiction nonetheless

Danny Fenton, smiling at Batman as Joker is wheezing and trying to crawl away: So I am the judge, jury, and executioner for him since I'm the highest power in a Realm where he is a denizen

Danny Fenton, catching the Joker by the ankle and dragging him back: And as the King, I hereby sentence him to death by a repetitive use of The Creep Stick over his whole body

Batman: ...

Red Hood, with a bowl of popcorn: Do you mind switching The Creep Stick for a crowbar?

[piece-of-pierce]

Danny picked up some traits from his parents. He got his mom’s flexibility and reflexes, his dad’s love of anything chocolate flavored and abnormally great cardiovascular health. The trait they both passed on (to Danny AND Jazz) is an intense need to learn everything they can about what they don’t like.

Jazz remembers what it was like when Uncle Hammond passed and Aunt Alicia got different. She’s terrified of her own emotions effecting her like that some day, so studies psychology like there’s no tomorrow.

Jack and Maddie bonded over their shared fear and death and resulting desire to learn everything they could about it.

Danny can’t stand clowns. They’re dishonest and hide who they are behind heavy makeup and outlandish costumes. Freak show kicks that dislike into a full-on phobia though, so he goes all in on learning everything he can. How does clown school work? What are the requirements to be a clown? What rules do they have to follow? If he knows their limitations, he knows their weaknesses. He will not be caught off guard again.

That knowledge sits in the back of his mind like a comfort blanket. Every so often he’ll dip back in and research if there’s anything that’s changed. He wants to keep on top of any information about his greatest enemies.

Finally, he manages to graduate high school with a 2.7 GPA and 31 on the ACT thanks to his Math and Science scores (and a carefully managed brawling schedule with his rogues). Thanks to those, he managed to get a partial scholarship to Gotham U for Physics and Engineering. He still isn’t sure how he managed that, but he’ll happily take it.

What he won’t take is this FALSE Clown trying to cause trouble right before finals! He’d kept on top of his shit all semester and wasn’t gonna let anyone kidnapping him and some other people off the street get in his way.

Later, the Bats manage to find where the hostages were held because one of them waved down Robin. As in, all the captives had gotten free and when they found the right warehouse, it was to one young man berating the Joker.

“You’re nothing but a modern rendition of the town fool!”

[glow-in-the-dark-death]

The Viewers

Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham

Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.

He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.

Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.

~

Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"

Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling

Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.

~

Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech

His viewers looking behind him at Danny

Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying

~

Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers

Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"

Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"

~

Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"

His viewers watching Danny:

~

Just an Idea

[chronicdelusionistsart]

So I have been watching Danny Phantom for the first time ever with my friends and I'd kind of previously known about its reputation as a show whose fanbase dives a lot more into the lore than the show is willing to. And I guess I hadn't really understood why until now (I just finished Season 2!). Here's my sort of rambling thoughts on it.

Danny Phantom isn't a show about the horror of ghosts and the dead coexisting in the human realm. It's a show about dropping the most out of pocket lore implications you can imagine on people who in turn say things that would kill a therapist dead equally out of pocket, and then neither are addressed but the watcher has to live with the ghost of the plot that is right behind them but they can't turn around.

DP is a little hit and miss in places, but the very thing that drives people nuts about it is actually I think maybe its greatest strength: it really pulls off show, don't tell effectively. How much of that is intentional is up for debate, but the best episodes kinda leave you wondering, or sputtering like "UH, HEY, BACK UP - HEY BACK UP AND UNPACK THAT -" Is Danny's human body technically alive somehow, or is he a walking corpse? Does Danny have a door in the Ghost Zone? Were Vlad's clones feeling and sentient as they melted into ectoplasm, despite Danny's guess that they weren't? What does it say about Danny that he still erased his parents' memories after finding out they'd accept him as he is?

I think the genius of not answering these questions directly is that it's both funnier AND scarier not to. We can laugh about how fucked up it is and kinda hold our heads like "bro.... did they really just imply that, holy shiiiiiit", and that's really consistent with the emotional core of the show as this knife's-edge dance between teen comedy and horror superhero. Fully explaining the lore or being more direct about how the information is conveyed by and to the characters tips that balance and changes the show into something else, for better or for worse. And I really earnestly like it as it is, even if it's very of its time (sexism.......)! It's a really fun show with some depth to it.

Anyway, I can't wait to watch season 3! I sure hope all these wonderful qualities I like about it hold up!

[ashleyreyland]

"Sorry," Tim said, causing the man to look at him and, oh, he was really handsome, "I couldn't help but notice your tattoo on your neck…"

"Oh uh, yeah," the man flushed a little and shrugged, "Soulmate thing, you know?"

Tim did know, that was the problem, "Right. Have you met…?"

"Ah, no, not yet," the man said awkwardly, "Listen-"

"Did you have something happen to you four years ago?" Tim cut in and the man went perfectly still, staring at him in surprise.

Tim held out his left hand and the man inhaled sharply, "Oh shit I was hoping that didn't transfer since I died."

"…you what?" Tim asked in response.

"Hey, you're the one with a throat injury, you have no room to judge."

[dannypocalipse]

Ok, just imagine

Danny using his ghost powers to learn astronomy (and actually discovering new aspect of his powers w/out realizing)

(post with secret eheheh)

[stealingyourbones]

A Danny Gets Summoned By Cult AU but he’s actually bound to their summoning and has to do everything he’s commanded to.

Small twist: he’s not the Ghost King. He has the power level he has in the TV show. Not Uber powerful, just a mid tier meta going rogue.

As the local heroes go to stop this rampage they see something off.

The apparition like being that just leveled a city block with his war cry and looks like he’s about to collapse is crying. Glowing green tears flow down his cheeks as he’s commanded to freeze civilians and create havoc. The only reason why he’s standing is because he’s bound by summoning magic to completely level the city and not stop until he’s completed his task.

At this rate if Phantom isn’t stopped, he will fully die before the town is leveled.

[jaewritesfic]

The Batclan respond to the Bat Signal to a harried Gordon and a hissing shadow creature with Lazarus green eyes.

It's been cornered in an alley and nobody can get close for fear of those claws and the horrifying teeth set in an otherwise featureless face.

They are of course talking strategy to deal with an angry, terrifying unknown threat - up until Black Bat arrives and takes all of five seconds to proclaim, "Scared, not angry. Hurt."

Part of what freezes them is what Cass being able to read the creature at all means - as animalistic as it seems to them, its mannerisms are human enough for Cassandra Cain to recognize.

(Does the night perhaps end with an eldritch Thing in the batcave managing to look like it might cry when Cass offers it some of her post patrol watermelon? Yes.

Does the night definitely end with an eldritch Thing in the batcave definitely crying when Alfred brings it a plate of watermelon all of its own? Definitely yes.

Is everyone else mentally and verbally swearing up a storm at how fucking hard it is to get a hold of Constantine when you need him??? Obviously.)

This now has a tag (melon!au) and a beginning drabble here:

[idkanametoputhere]

Lost Story

type: angst (slight comfort if you squint really hard)

pronouns: they/them

character: Vil Schoenheit × actor!reader

tw: death(²), reader is not yuu/the prefect, ghosts, mentions of shutting yourself away, the plot makes only SLIGHT sense (but idc), self-neglect, shitty news report

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two years..

it had been two years since vil schoenheit had died in a tragic accident while pursuing his passion, acting. it was an accident, really. a prop that was misplaced and not handled properly. a giant prop that ended up falling on him, delivering a fatal blow on his head, ending both his life and the production of the movie

everyone was devastated. his family, friends, schoolmates, fans, coworkers. especially that one coworker, another one in the acting buisness. another one who had been cursed by the bright, blinding stage lights of fame and the acting industry

they had worked with vil on so many projects, including his final one, the one that was left unfinished. an unfinished symphony. what was meant to be a movie of pure love and joy ended up as a story of grief and sadness

and in said grief, the young actor buried themself in work. they were busy, working in project after project, while avoiding the public eye unless it was for a premiere of a project they acted in. the dark veil of grief was too much for them to handle

and that is how they had ended up in a local theater, late at night, practicing their script. it was a small theater in their hometown, and the owners trusted them enough to give them a key of the theater so they could practice to their heart's content

and practice they did. they practiced until their eyes were burning with exhaustion, the lines on their script were getting blurry, and their voice was strained from repeating the same lines over and over

it was time for them to leave. they packed their backpack, gathered their script and phone, put on their jacket and started walking

until they heard it

"y/n"

a quiet whisper and an ice cold breath on their neck. a voice they had fought so hard not to forget, but they could recognize it amongst a sea of voices. it was him..

"vil?"

they asked and turned around. and there he was. the tall boy was in front of them. his blonde and purple hair neatly tied on a ponytail, wearing the same costume he wore on that final project and a soft smile decorating his face

shock could not begin to explain the emotion they were feeling. vil was there. vil was in front of them. vil, who had been hit in front of their very eyes, who they had visited in the hospital countless times, and on whose grave they had cried entire rivers of tears, was in front of them

"how..? I don't get it.." they whispered, staring at his ghastly form with wide eyes. "it doesn't matter. but I'm here, I'll stay here until the sunrise" replied the boy, a creepy cold breeze filling the room at the sound of his weirdly echo-y voice

"no, I'm just tired...I'm tired. I'm tired, or I'm going insane" they say with a nervous chuckle and look at him "you're dead, you can't be here" they continue, their voice sounding as if they're hanging onto their own words to prove that they haven't gone mental

instead of replying to them, ge embraced them, in an attempt to prove that he was there. the hug felt weird from their perspective. it was like hugging..cotton candy, or a bunch of strings. it was like hugging something that was there, but also wasn't

the two stayed in that hug for a while, clinging to eachother as if the other would disappear, maybe because they could..

it felt weird, so weird that they stopped questioning if that was reality or a trick of their mind. but they liked it. and so they made conversation with him, laughing and smiling, just like they did when he was alive. but time was passing, father chronos wasn't gonna wait for anyone, not even two hurt actors

and as sunrise was closer and closer, an..absurd question fell from the boy's lips

"may I have this dance, my lady"

he said with an air of confidence. it was a line he had told them many times before, not because of a liking to dancing, but because of a liking to practicing a certain scene

you see, the fatal final project of his, was a love story between two royals. two royals who were bound by the bond of a marriage arranged by their parents. but the two slowly fell in love, and the dance scene that the two actors loved was the moment that the two characters were confident that they were in love

so the two actors danced. they danced, and danced. they danced out the emotions of the two characters, and the emotions of their own selves, who were forced into separation, in contrast to the two characters they were playing. they danced until the young actor was exhausted, and the two ended up sitting in a corner of the stage

"you're gonna leave now..aren't you?" asked the actor that was physically alive, but their heart felt as if it wasn't beating, it had lost their passion. "yes..when the sun rises I'll disappear" answered vil, a melancholic tone decorating his voice. the other sighed, and rested their head on their semi-solid shoulder

"can we just stay like this for a while?"

"yeah"

and so they drifted off to sleep

.

.

"and now on to Erika, with a report about a recent tragedy that happened in the film industry"

"thank you Lionel. A true tragedy has hit the film industry, as the famous actor y/n l/n was found dead yesterday morning. according to the reports, the actor was found dead in a theater in their hometown, in which they used to practice. the doctors examination proves that the death was a result of a complication of l/n's health issues, as well as negligence of their own self.

after a brief interview with the actor's family and manager, all of them revealed that the negligence might have been a result of their grief over the famous actor vil schoenheit, who died two years ago and with whom l/n appeared to be very close with

now, Lionel, what makes this case truely mysterious and creepy even, is the camera footage from the theater. although the audio seems to be distorted, it's clear that l/n's is talking with someone, but they are alone in the theater. this goes on for hours until something even weirder happens

l/n stands up and starts performing a dance that many have recognized as a scene from the scrapped project that killed Schoenheit. it's even weirder that, without using magic, they pull of some steps that are impossible to do without a partner

whatever the case, this is a real tragedy. our hearts go out to the family and friends of l/n. may their soul rest in peace. back to you lionel"

and so the tale ends. a tale of unspoken love, separation, and reunion for all eternity..

a/n: OKAY MANY THINGS TO SAY. 1) I wrote this based off a scenario I made with a c.ai bot 2) IM BACK??? 3) my new phone's here AAAAAA 4) another fic with vil that includes dancing 5)I did this on c.ai 2 days ago, and I was expecting my period so I was emotional and almost made myself cry by writing it. now I'm on my period, so if I have ro suffer, all of you have to as well

[corkinavoid]

Tim, internally: I need to make sure my family doesn't start the shovel talk the moment we appear, I can do this, I just need to introduce him the right way

Tim, walking into the dining room, hand in hand with Danny: Bad news, Damian's grandfather stole my spleen four years ago. Good news, my boyfriend of six months returned it to me yesterday and even installed it back!

Danny, the picture perfect image of innocence: Hi!

The Batfam, who knew nothing about the missing spleen or the mere existence of a boyfriend in Tim's life: wh-

[breannasfluff]

“Tony’s Pizza delivery!” Danny knocks on a door and stands back slightly, waiting for the answer. Silence. He knocks again. “Pizza order! For…” he checks the box, “Rob!”

There’s the thud of footsteps behind the door, but it doesn’t open. It’s like someone walked right up to it and is waiting. The house itself has blacked-out windows and piles of trash on the lawn. Something about the situation feels…off.

Danny pulls out the taser, which he usually keeps in his pocket. The other hand tightens slightly on the pizza box. He doesn’t go intangible, not yet, but his powers bubble around his core, ready at a moment’s notice.

The door swings open. There’s a gun pointed at his face. 

Acting on instinct more than thought, Danny snaps the taser forward and presses the button when it meets the man’s arm. There’s a roar of pain and the gun is dropped. 

Keeping a hold of the taser, Danny drops the pizza box on the steps. “You owe us payment next time you order thank you goodbye!”

He bolts, grabbing the bike and wheeling it next to him instead of jumping on it. Pulling on intangibility it spreads to the bike as well. As soon as he’s around the corner, Danny goes invisible. His heart is hammering against his chest and all he wants to do is curl into himself. 

Still, he keeps a hold of the bike–no good if it suddenly pops into existence–and breathes through his panic. The taser worked. Sure, he didn’t get paid, but he also didn’t get shot. If Tony’s upset, Danny will ask him to take the cost out of his wages. 

After another few minutes of breathing exercises–thank you Jazz–he’s settled enough to flicker back to visibility and bike back to the shop. 

Tony glances up at him when he enters and does a double take. “What happened, kid?”

“Didn’t get payment for the pizza. Sorry.”

The owner’s eyes narrow. “This wouldn't happen to be because someone pointed a gun at you, would it?”

“Er…”

Laughter is not what he expects. Tony just grins at him. “Kid, I just got a call saying the delivery boy had a taser he wasn’t afraid to use and skedaddled without payment.”

Danny winces, waiting for the beratement. 

“Rob gave you a five-star review. Said it’s the smartest move he’s seen in a while. Paid over the phone for once. You’re good, kid.”

He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Do people often answer the door for pizza while holding a gun?”

A shoulder shrug. “Around here, it’s more common than you’d think. But if you think you’re in danger, you act to protect yourself, got it? The pizza shop will recover if someone decides to order elsewhere. Besides,” and Tony’s grin edges on feral, “they don’t get many other choices.”

Crime Alley residents, Danny decides, are a rare breed of people.

Read the rest here!

[evandarya]

Back again with another prompt! Baby!Tim summons Eldritch horror!Danny.

***

Phantom crawled out of the summoning circle in his Eldritch form. "Who dares summon me, foolish mortals?" Only to see that his summoner is a child.

"My name is Timothy Drake." The child spoke properly, enunciating every syllable and holding out his hand like a businessman. A stark contrast to the ratty pajamas and dirt streaked across his face. "And I have been kidnapped. I summoned you to ask for your help."

[ghostbsuter]

To cover up the happenings of amity park, Danny comes up with a GENIUS idea (shut up Sam).

The small videos and pictures of him and the ghosts that managed to escape their city were dangerous if a hero were to look into their business.

With Tucker and Sam, they created a 'behind the scenes'.

(The video starts with Phantom. He's chasing something– someone, building's sweep past as the two duke it out midair.

That is, until someone yells.

"CUT!"

The background is taken away, leaving behind a green screen. Phantom and the ghost, now recognised as Ember Mclain, hang midair, dangling.

The camera zooms in on Phantom, as he slips off his white wig and scratches his scalp.

"Danny! Stop taking off the wig!" Someone yells off screen, to which Damny rolls his eyes to, screaming back a "but it's scratchy!".

The video stops there.)

They did NOT expect the amount of views this would get.

[saltymarshmall0w]

Danny is "in denial" about the Waynes being vigilantes

Danny is really grateful for the Waynes taking him in and all but it’s just… it’s really obvious they’re vigilantes. Do they WANT him to find out? Why?? To join their battalion?

Hell nah. He’s already got enough going on trying to keep in check the many shades in the city.

Danny simply pretends to be oblivious about the Waynes being vigilantes. That's a future Danny problem.

It turns into Kyle levels of denial, where he ends up pretending he thinks the vigilantes are actors hired by the city to cover up all the ghosts haunting Gotham.

And obviously, the city bases them on the infamously growing Wayne family. It's so sweet of the Waynes to volunteer to dress up as their character for public appearances.

Meanwhile, Bruce has banned outright telling Danny even though it's been nearly a year of him living with them. So what if Danny glows sometimes and has full conversations with invisible people in dark alleyways, everyone has their quirks! so, the Batkids have resolved to just "accidentally" leave their mask on after patrol or make tactical plans loudly about taking down Penguin's latest scheme with Danny a room over.

-

“Is Dick coming to the Gala?” Danny asked as his head swiveled between his phone and the mirror as he attempted to tie his own tie. How did his mom always make it look so easy?

“No, he is going out as Batman tonight, since Father is unable to.” Damian responded. He may as well be blasé about their identities, seeing as Fenton was obviously both completely aware of their identities and completely in denial.

“Oh, man. Does that mean one of the “rouges” are going to attack the gala?” Danny asked, “It’s probably going to be that Two-face guy, huh? He hasn’t made an appearance in a while and his character arc with “Brucie” hasn’t made any progress in a while.”

“Nonsense, there is no predicting the mindset of a criminal like Two-face.” Damian ignored Danny’s disbelieving scoff as he maneuvered his newest brother to face him so he could take over the task for him, else they would be standing there all night. “Besides, Drake is in charge of security for the gala and will do an adequate job securing the venue. If you are afraid remain by my side where I can protect you.”

Damian tightened the tie around Danny's neck and stepped back to let Fenton pull his own collar down.

"That's very sweet of you, Dami." Danny reached up a hand and mussed up Damian's newly-gelled hair, garnering a growl and a shove from the boy. "But you should do normal kid things during the gala, like accidentally saying rude things to old ladies, or complaining about how bored you are, and don't forget to prank all the evil billionaires."

...

The “I told you so.” Danny brazenly mouthed to Damian later in the evening from where Two-face held a gun to his head was as infuriating as it was distressing.

—

(Kyle Weston is the fanon brother of Wes Weston (also a fanon character) who’s whole thing is that he believes in conspiracy theories like Wes, but doesn’t believe in ghosts at all to Wes’s frustration.)

[sanguinesmi1e]

When Danny Phantom appears in the Batcave, everyone expects he's there for Jason. Whether to cleanse him of Lazarus water, or pull him into the afterlife it depends on the person, but what no one expects is that he's there for Tim.

Meanwhile, Danny doesn't mind dealing with some ectopoisoning while he's in the neighborhood, but the real reason Clockwork sent him to Gotham is to retether Red Robin to the time stream so he can finally age to adulthood. He has spent way too long as a teenager, and no one seems to be noticing.