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I've seen a lot of different takes on Fear Toxin/other fear causing stuff (Yellow Lanterns Ring or something)(later just called Fear Toxin cause I'm lazy) but here is another one.
Danny seems like he isn't affected by Fear Toxin because his biggest fear is that his accident changed him so much he is no longer human, he can no longer truly experience human things.
So when he gets lungful of fear Toxin, he feels normal. He was antsy before, because c'mon, it's a rogue attack but it's not worse. Or so he thought. Because the anxiety lingers. Not enough to register as abnormal just this slight hypervigilance that makes you see things about yourself and your surroundings that you'd never realize otherwise. He'd realize he doesn't blink as often. He'd realize that if he doesn't consciously focus, he sometimes seems to not touch the ground. Forgets to breathe. He can't feel his own pulse at time. He'd realize people will miss him when he's walking down the street as if he was invisible (people just don't care about everyone they pass by). When he'd look straight into his reflection, he'd look slightly to the left. Not enough to actually name anything that was wrong but just stretched enough to fall on the wrong side of the uncanny valley. If he just caught his reflection in the peripheral vision, it'd be vaguely shadowy creature with glowing green eyes and white smoke instead of hair. Overall he'd be just wrong enough to be distinctly not human.
For everyone else, he'd be just a dude. Literally couldn't find more normal dude than this dude. Will pass as absolutely normal human unless someone is specifically looking for ecto-ghost stuff. Even most magic users wouldn't clock him at the glance
Tldr: Fear Toxin makes Danny perceive himself as some sort of eldritch horror but not enough to make him believe he'd actually be affected, while from outside perspective he's Just A Dudeâ˘
#dpxdc#dc x dp#dp x dc#dcxdp#fear toxin#please no Ghost King#nothing against this au but i don't think it'll mesh well woth this idea#probably works best with danny soon after accident#maybe still believing all of his parents anti-ghost propaganda#that'd add to angst for sure#idk why he is somewhere where he could be affected#idk who would realize something is wrong#up to whoever wants to do expand on this prompt#he'd cry when someone tells him he's been in fact affected by fear causing thing#because this means he *is* human and while he was fundamentally changed by his death#it didn't fully get rid of his humanity#but he won't tell that too busy being relieved so whoever delivered the news would be in for the ride#actually it'd be cool if it was someone who has superpowers but they showed up later in their life#parallels y'know#... i may still not be normal about âi wonder what could lie beyond infinityâ by Numinous_Scribe on ao3...#top notch fic go read it great Clark characterization#anyway because plot kinda escaped me#hope this idea scratches someone's creative braincell or something#im curious what y'all will make out of it#yellow lantern#have a nice day dear stranger who got to this part
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It took the Justice League 5 months to catch the two kids who were stalking Flash.
After Batman has figured out why a little girl were stalking and air kicking flash in the middle of attempting a time run while the other one, a little boy beat the problem in like it a rabid animal.
Superman need 2 hour to physically calm himself the first time he caught the girl once as carefully as he could, only for her heart to stop completely, become inverted, going through his hands with her body literally melting like some sort elderitch horror film hearing that scream if it weren't for the little boy flew by catching her at high speed and diving into a emerging green portal that disappeared.
Clark broke down right there and than, chokes with tears dripping heavy like a child in front of batman with his hands shakenly uncontrollable coated in blood and lararus pits goop. Batman and Diana comforted him as much as he could as he had lois and his adopted parents on sped dial.
Later Clark refused to let go as he kept hugging Jon for 5 hours straight with Conner petting his head and Lois comforting him after he went home. Ma kent making pies in the kitchen like there was annual pie competition.
Diana had tried to talk to them a couple times softly, only to end up fighting in the most impressive yet terrifying amazonian fight she has ever went through against two kids that made her mother talk of battle seem like childplay.
She was fully convinced on the theory they're demigods that Flash somehow erase their existence.
Surprising the one who has caught them long enough to actually convince them to come was J'onn.
Mainly due to the little boy rambling question with the pace of 60 mph with literally stars in his eyes wrapped, tightly wrapped to J'onn's arm like a snake and one little girl, stuffing her face with a bat burger on J'onn's left shoulder.
Apparently due to Flash's time running that he saved a wandering pilgrim man from falling off a cliff that would've led the discovery and making of their modern town. All their loves ones, friends and life were erased out of existence is what Elle, 3 and half now currently told them.
Danny, the sleepy 7 year old boy who still wrapped around J'onn's arm, is going through a crash after a obsession induce manic high because he is an Alien! A real life Alien!! There wasn't any in his timeline, but why did they get real living Alien in this one?! They're in space in a space station!!
Elle is very sorry for traumatizing the flying guy with her destabilizing a bit, she wasn't supposed to change into ghost form yet, but she did what she had to do to escape his grasped.
Frostbite and clockwork did fixed her up thankfully or else danny would've destroyed the world like a grape.
The Justice League concerned looks didn't help when she laughed a bit nervously about it.
Part 1 here <-
#dpxdc#dc x dp#danny phantom#dp x dc#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp prompt#dcxdp#danny is the ghost king#de aged danny#de aged ellie#flash accidentally erased amity parj history#Danny's timelie doesnt exist anymore#but he still the ghost king#elle is destabilizing the more she spent out the infinite realm due to her existence an anomaly#Frostbite and Clockwork fixed her up but she now more younger then she was already de aged into#danny is still upset and holding back mass trauma but there's is a real life alien in this timeline#they're in space! actual space!#danny whisper to J'onn can i keep you in my former haunt?#please he need this at this time
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DPXDC Prompt# 4: Are You Sure Youâre Not Amazonian?
Diana has never been happier that the Louvre Museum decided to add a space exhibition because of her new coworker
Danny Nightingale was a bright-eyed 20-year-old who stood 5 inches taller than her and completed transitioning. They were too honest for her to doubt that statement but it just didnât line up.
She had seen them catch a life-sized model rocket single-handedly before knocking it away from his guided group.
She casually slips Themyscarian into their conversations and they can keep communicating.
She confuses their sister for Artemis when she catches the two of them at a diner and their sister is even taller.
Danny has also been a great workout partner and when they tried sparring she could see the Themyscarian techniques built into them.
Danny had even shown her a photo of their dad and mom, and now sheâs even more convinced. But she couldnât believe that it came from their fatherâs side?!
She invited Artemis over to meet her enigma, and they both agree Danny has to be at least part Amazonian.
Danny loves his new job and his co-workers took them in immediately. They canât help but tease Dianaâs theory. Of course, he knows sheâs Wonder Woman. Even if they retired and full-on ghost royalty, he still keeps up with the hero world. Hell, theyâre even sure theyâve been an informant for Diana once or twice accidentally and a couple more times on purpose. It hasnât been lost on them that Diana is slowly introducing more amazons. Like theyâve met Hippolyta over coffee?! WHAT?! Thereâs even occasionally a package of jewelry and books they recognize cause theyâve seen the stuff in Pandoraâs lair!Â
Danny is at a loss for words with this situation. Maybe hanging out and training with Pandora had more of an effect than they realized. But how were they supposed to deny it when they knew Clockwork could be listening in at any moment? How awkward would that be? Explaining that the boogeyman Diana grew up hearing about was their grandpa too. Well, not actually but they canât take that away from him. The ancient is just Grandpa-shaped dammit!Â
Danny joked one time about being an honorary amazon and didnât realize thatâs all it took for the two to take off running.
Cause what do you mean they suddenly has an Amazonian ancestor added to his family tree?! Thereâs no way Clockwork would change the timeline just to make them related. WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE DID?!
They canât even wipe the vindication off Dianaâs face when they admit theyâre (now) one-sixteenth Amazonian.
#dpxdc#dc x dp crossover#ghost king danny#danny phantom#clockwork#aged up characters#wonder woman#diana prince#diana of themyscira#Honorary Amazonian#Clockwork is grandpa now#thems the breaks#Invited to the Amazon Cookout#Grandpa figure turned grandpa#jazz fenton#artemis#No#She'll never let this go#first cousins#Jazz can't stop laughing#Wait#What do you mean she's in this now too#Amazons introducing them to their culture#Pandora is more than pleased#So is Clockwork
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On a more serious note (I love this game, I will be thinking about it for all of eternity)
#Dream no more IS more narratively satisfying#but I need these bugs to live and have it good for once please I'm begging#hk pv#the pale king#hk hornet#hk ghost#hk quirrel#hk the knight#hk little ghost#hk the pure vessel#hk thk#hollow knight#hollow knight textposts
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The Shen Yuan that dies - really dies. He actually dies and doesn't transmigrate, but well, you know, death is a timeless thing and the flow of time itself in the world of the dead is so weird lol So, well, let me make up that all the demons and ghost kings and cultivators inhabit this powerful timeless space where the dead also go, and oh, there's Shen Yuan now -
So, Shen Yuan is just a silly ghost fire filled with pent-up rage, damn shitty novel, damn shitty author. Is he âaliveâ for something? Because of how much he hates PIDW and its fucked up ending. Get a lower-ranking ghost body because he's just... angry at Airplane. His new form is, ah, well, different and weird, but he can grow his hair to go unnoticed, and can steal some robes.
Get a small job eventually just because he was bored and although he don't need to eat, it would be nice to have extra money - and the tea house owner doesn't care if he's a human or a ghost as long as he's not creepy with the customers and serves their tables. It's a routine that gives him the quick financial support to get bad books, complain more - and maybe he's getting stronger because of it? Because of his anger at mediocre authors and repressed anger? Does it even make sense?
At some point, Tonglu opens. Shen Yuan has headaches and the desperate feeling that he must go, as if he summoned. He tells his boss he's going to be out for ghostly reasons - his boss is like, oh, you needed a vacation anyway. And Shen Yuan goes.
It's a massacre, of course. A mix between the Hunger Games and the Purge, but Shen Yuan has something they definitely don't: a lot of knowledge in shooting video games. And he doesn't have a gun, but hey, he can shoot resentful spiritual energy and it works like bullets or something - he soon discovers that the more ghosts he overcomes, he becomes stronger. He has more power to throw, more skills, a stronger body.
Go to the kiln. Have bloody fights. At some point he gets a sword and it takes him forever and nothing like a training sequence to use it properly. And finally, the kiln opens and Shen Yuan comes out looking... Well, stronger.
He returns to the teahouse to change and take a bath. The owner tells him that it's been thirteen years, what the hell, but lets him in and gives him hot water and clothes.
Shen Yuan's new body and new abilities are strange to him. He notices himself taller. Stronger. His hearing and smell have improved. His abilities seem to be more wordy, as if he could persuade people if he spoke to them in a specific tone, as if his words could bind them. Well, it's not a bad way to be dead.
Shen Yuan tries to continue working at the tea house, but the humans are clearly terrified by the powerful ghost king aura in their area, so there are hardly any customers. Shen Yuan just sighs and decides to leave. He has some savings anyway.
Ghosts run away from him. Humans either try to kill him or hide. Shen Yuan is fed up; no matter if it is in the mortal world or the ghost world, people are gossiping about him and how he has not taken a Territory, about how unorthodox he is, about how they are waiting for him to start his killing spree one day.
Shen Yuan learns to change his appearance from creepy ghost to normal human, hide his resentful energy, and camouflage himself in the human world. It's a long way from his old tea house, and so many years have passed that the kind owner has probably already died, so Shen Yuan gets another job at a bookstore. Nothing unusual. Just a boy who was once from a wealthy family and was disinherited when his older brother took over the family leadership because of their bad relationship. Now he must work to live.
People swallow that story like a good meal, some even feel sorry for him.
And Shen Yuan is having a decent afterlife. Boring, mostly, but with good days. He reads a lot, gets angry a lot, writes authors letters that reach their desks without them even realizing how the hell did this crazy guy find his addresses. Let's just say he's having an interesting life.
Then one day, he meets Luo Binghe.
He... He literally knows that he's Binghe. It couldn't be anyone else but Luo Binghe. He does his investigations, and apparently, Emperor Luo Binghe exists, he has been there all along. It's not like Shen Yuan knew it; the ghost realm and the human-demon realm are divided, and even if they have a common mortal ancestor, demons and ghosts don't usually meddle in their own things.
Not that Shen Yuan wants to be cannon fodder anyway; he keeps his distance in Binghe, works at that bookstore, gives friendly greetings to his customers, and keeps sending angry letters to authors.
And one day Shen Yuan receives a direct visit from Luo Binghe at his door. With a letter in his hand.
"This letter was on my Second Wife's desk," Luo Binghe says, with a fake smile. "No one but her can open or read it, so this Lord wonders after discovering the resentful energy signature on the paper, what missives does this Ghost King exchange with one of the Emperor's wives?"
Shen Yuan is not surprised that Luo Binghe knows who he is - ever so OP the Protagonist! However, it is more difficult to explain that his wife actually writes cut-sleeved novels that the fact that Shen Yuan was reading and criticizing them in the first place.
Well, he's been dead for over a hundred years, really denying that he's at least bisexual at this point in his life...
#svsss#svsss au#svsss ideas#svsss crossover#tgcf#ghost king au#ghost king#shen yuan#ghost shen yuan#ghost king shen yuan#luo binghe#original luo binghe#bingyuan#pidw harem#writer's rights to liu mingyan please
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In my like two(?) years of using tumblr Iâve never made a post so bear with me.
Iâve seen a lot of those posts where Damian and Jason are arguing about who has the highest kill count while Tim just sits in the corner.
I have also seen fics/posts where Danny can feel death on people.
I have never seen these two ideas together.
Just imagine this
All the bats know that Danny can smell death, it makes sense, him being the ghost king and all, so when Jason and Damian are debating who has killed the most people, they ask him.
During dinner Jason is the one who rehashes the fight. Most of them just sigh, having heard this argument time and time again.
Jason- âIâm just saying, I went on a whole ass killing spree when I came back alive, I tâs obviously me.â
Damian- âTodd you are being ridiculous, Father even has a list of the people you have killed and it ends at a measly 83.â
Jason- â83 people that he knows about, that list is definitely off!â
Dick- âDoes this need to be a competition?â
Both Damian and Jason turn to him. âShut up Dick!â and âQuiet Greyson!â
Damian- âOf everyone in this house, I have the highest kill count, I was raised by assassins in more then just name you know!â
They both turn to Danny who is sitting at the table with crossed legs. He promptly shrinks under the new attention.
Danny- âummm why are we looking at me?â
Jason- âDo your weird ghost shit! Tell the demon brat that he is wrong!â
Damian- âTell Todd that he is an imbecile for entertaining the idea!â
Danny- âI donât thinkâŚâ
Damian and Jason- âDanny!â
Danny- âOk! Fine! Whatever! I mean I guess out of the two of you Damian feels like he has killed the most people.â
Damian gives a celebratory smirk towards Jason. The rest of the table is just glad for this stupid fight to finally be over. Conversations pick back up again across the table.
That is until Jason speaks up.
âWhat do you mean out of the two of us?â
Danny- âI mean out of the two of you. Obviously none of yâall come close to Timâs-â
Tim, who is in the middle of taking a bite, promptly chokes and rushes to put a hand over his boyfriendâs mouth.
Everyone stares at the display is silence. For a moment, then two, before everything devolves into chaos.
#brain dead#dead tired#ghost king danny#Danny knew what he was doing#he is a menace#Tim is panicking#everyone is confused#at first they think he can sense it from that one future timeline#but Danny is like well if we start counting that the I definitely win#this does not help#someone better at writing rewrite this please
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Cackling filled the air, along with the sound of a blade slicing through the air. The whistle it made could drive you just as crazy as listening to the cackling.
Danny wasnât sure why the man was laughing. Nothing around him was particularly funny. Blood spatters covered the cracked asphalt at Dannyâs feet. Blood dripped off of his body, none of it his own.
Dannyâs fingers twirled, repositioning the scythe he held, to rest on his shoulder. He surveyed the scene before him, a frown tugging down his lips.
People were standing along the streets, phones up, mouths hanging open. All of them were staring.
I didnât think people could really see reapers. Danny mused, cackling cutting off as he studied those studying him.
It had been a few hundred years since everyone he knew had died peacefully of old age. Danny, having lived a fulfilled life, entered the Ghost Zone, prepared to be the new King, when Clockwork had merely smirked at him, eyes fond.
âWhat do you mean I have to serve as a reaper of souls first?â
Clockwork had been very insistent this was the way of things, but Danny was half-convinced he was making it up as he went.
Whatever gets the best timeline, I suppose. Danny looked out at the gathered crowd, then down at the twisted form below him.
âJack Oswald White, you have been judged of sending those before their time, to the Realms Eternal. You have been found guilty of your crimes. With this slash, I, High King Phantom, Reaper of Souls, sentence you to the Nightmare Realm to be tormented until the end of Time.â Raising the scythe, Danny prepared to send the soul where it belonged.
âWait!â A man stumbled forward through the crowd. A few people screamed as he broke through the ring, turning and running. The man was built, but what caught Dannyâs eye, was the tuft of white hair on his forehead, and the feeling of death that hung around him. The domino mask was also eye-catching, but more background noise.
He stood before Danny and the condemned, drinking in the sight of the bloody man, like someone whom had been lost in the desert.
âOkay, go ahead. I just. I needed to see it.â The man puffed, domino-white eyes wide in anticipation. âDonât worry, the other bats wonât come and ruin it. I took care of that.â
Danny cocked his head, feeling something humming in the air now that the man had settled in. The humming was bloodlust. Everyone here was eager to see this man die.
It was more than a little startling since Danny had never been seen before as the Reaper. It was more startling since most people who saw him screamed and ran away. What is wrong with these people? Where am I again? Gotham? Well the name seems to fit at least. Danny mused, before he nodded, and brought the scythe down.
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Jason wanted to scream. Not in the âoh Iâve been hurtâ or even âIâm so mad I could fill a bag with heads!â way, but the excitement, the primal feeling welling up within him didnât want to be contained.
Oracle had reported some kind of public execution near Crime Alley. She hadnât been able to confirm who it was for, nor who was doing it. All the cameras were bugging out in the area it was happening. Since Jason had been closest, he had managed to get there first.
In the middle of a massive crowd âand wasnât that odd? Most people ran away from stuff like thisâ could just be seen an ethereal being floating above their heads. The being looked like someone about Jasonâs age, but their skin glowed with an unearthly blue, and their hair, the color of starlight, moved in a way that contradicted the wind whipping everyoneâs coats. The being was clad in black robes, the folds of which showed either constellations or a swirling green void that made something in Jasonâs chest tighten.
And they held a massive scythe.
As Jason got closer, he heard the manic laughing, and froze.
The Joker.
Pushing through the crowd, heart hammering, Jason knew he had toâ he had to do what? Save the Joker?
His earpiece made a high-pitched squeal as he broke through the crowd and saw the Jokerâs body on the ground, scythe poised to finish the job.
The shriek that filled the air as the soul was sent to the Nightmare Realm, something inside Jason seemed to crack. The Reaper, High King Phantom as he had called himself, looked at Jason, and the crack felt like it wasnât there.
I need to talk to him.
#dpxdc#dc x dp#dead on main#ghost king danny#grim reaper danny#dc x dp prompt#yâall take this and run with it please#wrote more than i thought i would oof#idk why i like Danny as a reaper#i just do#i also just happen to love dead on main#like first off thatâs a sick ship name#second off itâs so juicy#thereâs so much to do with it#happy reading
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hug! that! captain!
#bbc ghosts#ghosts bbc#this is the type of thing that wouldve been too cheesy for the tv show but is so lovely to imagine lol#get hugged jimmy boy#julian is sort of hug adjacent because i donât think hes much of a hugger. well and hugging him is a bit awkward#yes the star is mary#fanny putting her hand on his arm/back fucking killed me though. if he got a hug from anyone i wouldve been obliterated#cap and kitty hug in the christmas special please please please pretty please#ik humphrey was whole in the coming out scene but i cannot be bothered to fit his giant ass outfit in there. sorry king
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I've seen a lot of people writing Danny as a space ancient and Dan and Dani as ghosts with moon and sun cores, being sort of parts, versions of Danny and therefore weaker. Now, consider: Dan and Dani are both powerful ghosts with really cool cores and stuff but Danny is just some guyâ˘
Dan, who came from an alternate timeline and is kind of from the future but also not, is Clockwork's apprentice and will eventually become an ancient of time. He probably only agreed to have some lessons with Clockwork to understand better what happened to him, but he enjoys his apprenticeship now.
Dani, with her love of travelling, loves seeing all the different places the world offers to her, and that includes space and different planets and maybe even parallel universes, and she accidentally ends up being an apprentice of the space ancient. For now she's probably a baby ancient of freedom or something like that, but she might become an ancient of space in the future.
We can also have something like Dan having a core of destruction or Dani being the Speed Force if you want it to be dcxdp, or any headcanon of yours about their cool powers.
And then there's Danny. And yeah, everyone knows that he's super powerful, but also he's just some guy.
It can go different routes. Does everyone know that Danny is just Danny? Or do they think that with siblings (well, technically a clone and an alternate version, but whatever) so powerful, he must be even stronger? Is Danny actually something terrifyingly eldritch and ancient and strong, almost a god, but he just doesn't know himself? Or is he just really some guy?
Now, because it's obvious that I have a dcxdp brainrot, have a regular "JL summons/meets a powerful ghost" but its Dan and Dani, and they keep mentioning their original/brother who won a fight against them at some point. The JL is very concerned about Dan and Dani's godlike powers, and they can't imagine what Danny is like. And then they meet him (in his human form), and it's just a young adult in casual clothes, very friendly and helpful, with no evident powers. Imagine the confusion. Imagine Dan and Dani, radiating power, in their eldritch ghost forms, admitting that fighting Danny for real is the dumbest thing to do and not even they would succeed... And then there's Danny is jeans and silly t-shirt, waving shyly.
#DO YOU SEE MY VISION#please#I'm not getting enough sleep#my brain is obsessed with weird stuff#I want Sam who barely looks human because she's one with nature#I want Tucker who looks regal and dangerous in his pharaoh clothes#I want Dan look like he can destruct the Earth with a wave of his hand#I want Dani who is everything there is in the world and you feel it in your bones#I want Jazz who sees your soul and your mind and you know it and there's nowhere to run#I want JL to meet all of them before meeting Danny#I want all of them to admit in their different ways that Danny is the greatest of them#I want JL to be VERY worried about meeting Danny#and then I want Danny to be as normal and friendly as possible#and I want him to treat all those eldritch creatures (his family and friends) as they're regular humans and nothing is weird about them#just hugs and love and praises#because it would cause so much confusion#this is NOT ghost king Danny#unless it is but he doesn't know (and either no one knows or no one told him because it's funnier this way and he's super oblivious)#dpxdc#dcxdp#dp x dc#dc x dp#DPxDC#DCxDP#danny phantom#isn't a crossover if you don't want it to be#could be any crossover if you do want it to be
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i think i'm hilarious -- aka i made blood blossom danny au memes















all of these come from my DpxDC prompt "i am pushing the batdad agenda--" and it's corresponding additions in the reblogs ksdjlf.
i am. rotating them in my head. forever and always. personally i think there should be more batdad aus in dpxdc, their dynamic could be neat. :)
#THAT FIRST ONE TOOK ME A HOT MINUTE TO MAKE. i have never been more careful with a trackpad. imgflip doesnt have an undo button#i think its fucking hilarious#its a batdad au#danny fenton is not the ghost king#dpxdc#dpxdc crossover#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#dc x dp#mmm i need to come up with a name for this au#found family ftw WHOOOO. i could just do a generic 'blood blossom au' tag but i want a specific one because i like being unique#eldest batkid danny au#chronically ill danny au#danny: im grateful he's helping me but im still kinda apprehensive...#battinson: vaults over a car to escape reporters. likes rock music. isn't fucking evil. punched a cop. actively looking for a cure#danny: ...huh. okay.#furiously pushing the batdad agenda for my own gain. just look at them guys. they're funny little guys.#unofficial witness protection to adoption pipeline.#bruce wayne accidental teen acquisition. save a teenager gain a son#its about the adventure of them going from strangers to friends to family :)#im bored of the bruce slander guys in the words of hermes from hadestown:#â[its] about someone who *triesâ*#danny saw a funny man in a funny costume eat the side of a dumpster and has never related more with someone on a spiritual level#âbrother eugh i feel that. oh heY WAIT HERO BUDDY?? SAME HAT??? SAME HAT?â#danny's been the only hero he's known since he was 13. on god he is leaping at this opportunity. like YES. PLEASE BE ANOTHER HERO#HELP ME GET AWAY FROM CERTIFIED CRAZY MAN. HELP. YOU'RE SCARY AND HIDING IN THE DARK. EVEN BETTER. HELP A BROTHER OUT HERE#blood blossom au#for the time being thats the name
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It's always graveyards. Why is it always graveyards? They're creepy as hell and, well... that's it. On the bright side, the Protection Spirits watching the gates recognize him and realize the danger he's in. Well, maybe he wasn't in real danger because the Bats and Birds don't really do the whole purposefully harming civilians things, but they are scary as hell! Chasing him down like a bat straight outta hell- obviously he was gonna run! They cornered him! Maybe he'll invest in getting them lessons in how to interact with people in and out of costume?
Honestly, Nightwing, Danny expected better of you. At least Red Hood and Signal know how to treat innocents.
Here's the thing about Protection and Guardian Spirits, though. They don't like intruders. If you're running from something and you don't have time to ask permission to enter, you best say "thank you" and bring them shiny things on your next visit. If you do have time to ask permission, you ask permission. If they think you're a threat or rude, they won't let you enter whatever they're guarding.
"Thank you," Danny said as he slowed to a walk further into the graveyard, the sound of the gates slamming closed behind him confirmation that the Bat and his gaggle wouldn't be following him in.
Wasting no time, Danny pulled a piece of chalk from his pocket. It was a handy little thing he'd picked up during his stay in the House of Mysteries. Draw and door, tell it where you wanna go, open it, and go through! Beetlejuice style. Though, unlike what the Handbook for the Recently Deceased says, these doors won't actually open a door to the afterlife. He fixed that tiny glitch a while ago.
Anyway, a quick few chalk lines on the side of a mausoleum later, and Danny was opening a door to Fawcett, Philadelphia. Probably not the best choice, considering that he was trying to stay away from the Justice League, but it's better than Metropolis.
"Whoa." Damn it! He should've stayed home. "What was that, mister?"
Danny made sure the door closed behind him, praying for strength. Why did he feel like several deities were laughing at him? "Hey, kid. Can you, um, maybe not say anything about that?"
The kid, short brown hair and a red jacket stood out the most to Danny for some reason, seemed very amused. "You're gonna have to buy my silence."
Again, Danny let out a quiet, long suffering sigh. "Coffee is so not worth it." Looking at the kid, he said, "Alright, fine. I was getting coffee anyway, I'll buy ya lunch. Know any good places?"
Grinning, the kid cheered, "Hell yeah! Follow me!"
Resigned, Danny followed after the kid, easily keeping pace. About a block later, he figured he should probably get the kid's name. "I'm Danny."
"Billy."
"No last name?"
"Fae rules, dude. What's your excuse?"
He had to give it to him. "TouchĂŠ."
Another three blocks of walking, Billy finally stopped at a cafe. It was a quaint place with stained white brick and a dark grey roof. There were metal chairs and tables outside the building surrounded by a wrought iron fence. The table umbrellas and the awning over the black door were light blue, matching the curtains in the inside.
The inside walls were painted baby blue with a white ceiling and a pinewood floor. The tables and chairs were all stained black with light pink cushions and table cloths. The curtains, as observed before, were all baby blue, tied back with baby pink ribbons. The lights were barely yellow, giving the room a warm feel. The counters were white with black paneling on the outside and white granite as the tops.
"Welcome in," the young man at the register greeted with a smile, "What can I get you two started with today?"
Danny envied the man. He'd obviously not been doing this long enough to gain the veteran's shine to his eye. He turned to look at the menu after telling Billy to get whatever he wanted. A mistake he'll probably pay for. "I'd like a large Red Eye, equal parts coffee and espresso, with cinnamon, honey, chocolate syrup, mint, and vodka, please."
The 'newbie' light in the man's eyes dimmed a little bit. "Um, we don't carry vodka." Glad that's the only thing he's worried about. Priorities.
Danny clicked his tongue. "Oh, well, it was worth a shot. I'd like everything else, though, please. Mix it at your own discretion."
"Alright," he was very valiant to go back to grinning, "Anything else?"
Danny motioned for Billy and the kid stepped up. "Can I get a large mocha, three chocolate chip cookies, and two sandwiches?"
The blond entered the order. "Of course! That'll be $25.37." A quick card swipe from Danny. "Thank you very much, we'll have your order out to you soon!"
The two didn't say a word as they chose a table in the corner. Danny let Billy take the seat that was open to the rest of the cafe so he wouldn't feel cornered. He had a good view of the door, though, so he wasn't complaining.
"So, how'd you do that?" Billy asked after they'd gotten their orders.
"How'd I do what?" Danny sipped his drink.
"How'd you walk outta that wall? It's solid!"
"Magic."
"I guessed that much."
"Then why'd you ask?"
"Will you teach me?"
"No."
"You didn't even think about it!"
"Okay," He paused. "No."
"Not fair." he pouted.
Putting his drink on the table, Danny summed as much fake-it-till-you-make-it energy as he could. "Magic isn't a toy and takes years of practice to get a handle on, not to mention you have to actually have an aptitude for it before you can even try. Besides, I don't know you nearly well enough to trust you with anything else."
Billy finished the cookie he was eating. "I can do it! You just gotta teach me!"
Another sigh that Danny had stopped counting. "Look, you seem like a good kid, but I'm not gonna teach you magic."
"Why not!"
"However," he continued, ignoring the demand, "I'm not gonna leave ya fully defenselessness."
"What do you mean?" Billy backed away slightly, his eyes narrowing as he moved to be able to run quickly.
Another sip. "Based off of the dirt you're covered in, the grease in your hair, and the overall poor condition of your clothes, I'm gonna bet that you're a street kid. So," he pulled a small card from his pocket, very aware that Billy was watching his hand aptly, "I'm going to leave you with this."
Slowly, the brunet took it and turned it over. "What it is?"
The white card had the initials DP in the middle, circled by an Ouroboros. The initials were completely solid, but the snake of the Ouroboros was made up of tiny runes of protection and health and healing and good fortune.
"My calling card. If you're ever in danger, hold that to your chest and ask for help. I'll be there."
Still obviously suspicious, Billy took a moment to scrutinize the card. It was cute to watch the kid act like he knew what he was looking at or for. When he seemed satisfied, he shoved the card into the inner pocket sewn into his jacket. "Thanks."
"No problem, kid," Pulling out his phone, Danny saw the time and stood, "I've gotta go now. I assume I've sufficiently bought your silence on the whole magic thing?"
Billy grinned, "I guess, but you gotta come visit me, okay?"
He chuckled, "Sure thing. See ya."
Part 2 Part 4
(I don't drink coffee, so Idk how that shit works)
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Soul healing
Damian was angry.
He was one of their best fighters, knew the layout of Arkham like the back of his hand, AND was on good terms with both Riddler and Ivy! Why wasnât he allowed to help in the breakout? What was the point of making him babysit!?!
Father had said he was to keep the child safe but heâd neglected to say why. And honestly, the child was three months old. Who would be hunting down an infant, why would they be hunting down an infant, and what would they do with an infant? If anyone was after the child, that is.
The infant in question was babbling incoherently and rolling around on her stomach. She squealed and he huffed. All he knew about her was the information in her file, which was surprisingly little. Three months old, no name and orphaned, she was of Brazilian heritage and her blood tests located her place of origin as BlĂźdhaven. She was moved to Gotham to be fostered, which is one of the stupidest decisions heâs ever heard of.
The foster parent in question was Daniel âDannyâ Nightingale. Nightingale showed incredible intelligence, graduating upper primary school two years early and high school in two. Currently a student at Gotham University Nightingale was double majoring in chemistry and aerospace engineering when he decided to apply for a New Jersey foster license, which he was given due to already having one in both Wisconsin and Ohio as well as his incredible record.
Nightingale was in the room with him and the infant. He was 14 years of age and had short black hair much like himself, but Nightingale was disturbingly pale and had almost ultramarine blue eyes. Nightingale was sitting with the child in front of his place on the couch. There was a gate in a circle connected to each end of the couch that contained a multitude of childrenâs toys and a few books. The infant was currently playing with a keychain-like toy while Nightingale entertained her.
One part of him wanted to sit and stew in his contempt, but the other, the son of the Bat, was deeply curious. What was so special about this child that it warranted himâan Al Ghul, Robin, heir to the mantle of Bat and Demons Throneâto act as bodyguard? Was it her heritageâcorrection, what was her heritage, because there was no other reason for her to be hunted. What else could it possibly be?
But when he began paying attention to the infant, it made him realize that the child was not the oddity he was sent to watch, but Nightingale. Nightingale acted normal for the most part, but when the infant made a certain soundâa loud shriekâhis pupils would retract and slit before expanding again, like a cats. That wasnât the oddest thing he noticed.
Nightingales teeth were sharp, and the more he babbled and cooed at the infant the more teeth Damian could see. It appeared all his teeth were canines except for the teeth in the normal place for canines. Those four teeth were long and thin, like a vipers. When the light hit his eyes his pupils shimmered, like a cat or an owls. His ears, which were slightly pointy, twitched every now and then. His nails were noticeably sharp as well, and his voice would sometimes distort. As if a record player were malfunctioning. And the infant would respond! Respond in that same distorted tongue. That loud shriek would turn into a two second wail that made his heartbeat rise to his ears and his vision blur. Then she would giggle or coo and it would end. He had to do something. Those wails were coming more and more often now, and she was starting to lose shape.
âWhat is this?â Damian snapped. âDonât worry,â Nightingale told him gently, âthis is normal for her species.â He blinked and processed his words. Species. She wasnât human. âIâm surprised the Bat picked up on it,â Nightingale continued, âHumans arenât usually susceptible to this sort of thing. But I also sorta expected it? Because heâs, yâknow, Batman.â
Nightingale smiled sweetly as she shrieked again, her outline blurring and walls shaking. He could feel his teeth rattling in his head. Suddenly Nightingales jaw unhinged with a quick clicking sound, as if his bones were straining and breaking, and an even louder whistle-hissing sound came from between his now many, many teeth. She stopped, her mouth in an âOâ and her eyes wide. He didnât notice before, but an infant her age shouldnât have teeth. Especially that sharp. And her eyes were a light yellow color, like straw.
Then she giggled, and began babbling like she didnât just use a sonic voice ability similar to Black Canaryâs. âDawww,â Nightingale cooed, tickling her, âsheâs developing quickly! Garalings usually only start fawning when they start walking.â Damian watched warily. He didnât want to get any closer, in all honesty. His ears were ringing.
But he was curious, so, so, curious. What was a Garaling? What was fawning and why did they do it after they began walking? Could all Garalings do this âfawningâ? Compared to other Garalings, exactly how fast is she developing? Is early development common?
Start with the most important. âWhat is a âGaralingâ?â Nightingale smiled at him again. âGaralings are an extradimensional species that reside in a place called The Valley. They act as lords of nature and patrons of a chosen plant or animal. Her fawning,â he tapped her nose and she giggled, âwill soon turn into either an animal sound or a sound of her own.â
âFascinating,â he muttered, âis it an attack?â âMore like a call to arms,â Nightingale leaned back, relaxed, as the infant shook her toy. âGathering her chosen animal or plant for whatever she needs.â Damian watched her chew on the toy, drooling and babbling.
âWhat are you?â âIâm dead. Well, sort of. How to explain thisâŚâ He thought for a moment. âThink of meâŚ.as the line between life and death, but not exactly limbo. More like I move the line. Sometimes more dead, and sometimes more alive. But always a bit of both.â Damian couldnât help but be reminded of Todd. And himself.
âYour not from this earth.â Nightingale smiled sadly. âI used to be. But not anymore. Even so I canât bring myself to fully leave, though I probably should.â âWhy? What makes you stay?â Nightingales eyes drifted away, back to the infant. âI want to continue the life I never got to finish. Experience the things I never got to experience. Do what I always wanted to do, even if itâs too late.â
He could understand that. Nightingale looked to be his age. To be ripped from life so soon was something he worried about constantly. Knowing that Nightingale wasâŚ..He understood wanting to stay, to pretend to be alive.
âWhat brought her here?â Nightingales face tightened. âCultists.â He sounded annoyed. âThey exist in every world and their always fond of sacrificing children. Even though my summons specifically say if Iâm offered children or anyone unwilling Iâll destroy the cult.â It took Damian a moment to understand the implications.
ââŚ.who are you?â Nightingale smiled at him again, and for a second his outline wavered like the infants had. âI am Danny Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms, the afterlife dimension. I rule over everything and everyone whoâs died, if theyâve stayed dead or not. I am The Warm Winter, The Space Between, The Brightest Star. I act as Defender Of The Undead.â
âAnd what do you plan on doing with her? Why did you take her if you do not accept living offerings?â It was suspicious. Even though NightingaleâPhantoms titles painted him as benevolent, and his stance on sacrifice was very pacifistic, Damian knew better than to trust him just on those facts alone.
But he was being very honest, and it made him wonder why. Compared to Phantom, he was microscopic, a nuisance even. Why was he answering all his questions with seemingly endless transparency? âBecause her parents were apart of the cult that offered her, which is unfortunately a common case. I had to bring her here because I already have another offering child going to school here.â
âAnother?â He tilted his head, eyes narrowing. âHow many children have you kept?â He suddenly had a feeling. Not a bad one, justâŚa feeling. Phantom thought for a moment. âWell the first was Sirius, sheâs from a dimension where people are made completely out of star matter. She doesn't live with me anymore since sheâs all grown up now, but sheâs a really popular singer in the Realms! I can see if she set up her inter dimensional and universal site, her music is great!â
âCasey is my second, he was offered when he was about ten and heâs from a universe thatâs essentially the same as this one but everyone has magic. Heâs currently in his home dimension in school as well. He specializes in hydrokinese but heâs trying to learn Essokineses. Heâs a really quick learner but has a tendency to either give zero or a hundred, no in between.â
âA few months after that I was offered a pair of twins in their twenties. Well, they were built to look to be in their twenties, their actual age is, as of now, seven. Their from a world where hyper realistic androids have no rights and are destroyed if they develop sentience, so when they did they were offered to me because they thought it would get through my rule. They named themselves Poppy and Posies. They donât like to leave the Realm so their being homeschooled. They really enjoy learning and playing, and Poppyâs favorite thing to do is dance and Posies is jewelry making.â
âI got another infant from a dimension where everyoneâs a centaur a few weeks ago. I named her Amaranthe and her lower halfâs a sheep! Sheâs so cute. Sheâs not the best at walking yet but she loves jumping whenever she can. She likes playing perk-a-boo with the handmaidens. And the child going here is Aiden, he was offered a few months ago. He was originally from Kentucky but everyone in his hometown was apart of the cult and Lady Gotham likes me so weâre here now. Heâs still rattled but being on earth helps him so he can stay as long as he likes. He wants to get into a trade school.â
âAnd thisââ Phantom tapped the infant on the nose, who giggled and grabbed his finger. âIs Velvet! Like I said sheâs a Garaling from The Valley. I literally got her two weeks ago so her fake identity is pretty rushed and I think Batman could tell which is why youâre here. But I need to be here for Aiden, so sheâs probably going to stay with me for at least another four weeks or until her room in the Realms is ready.â
âYou have an adoption problem,â He groaned. God forbid his Father learn about this even though he knew he had to show him the footage being collected from his mask. Phantom laughed. âProbably. But itâs not like I could just give them away to someone else. Well, I could. But I donât want to. I donât have any family other than my sister, and sheâs still alive. So itâs nice to have people running around the castle.â
He respected it. Even though he was suspecting Phantom was older than he appeared, his physical appearance was probably the age he died at, he was still going out of his way to take in not only traumatized adults and children but infants. Heâd never dealt with infants but he had no doubt that they were a handful, even though Phantom said he had handmaidens he didnât seem like the type to let them do everything.
âHave you had any problems with vigilantes such as myself? I know Batman can be quite forceful and rude if he encounters something he does not understand.â Phantom allowed Velvet to shake his fingers with surprising strength. âNope! Iâm very good at staying under the radar. Thatâs why I was so surprised when Batman sent you. Like I said, humans arenât usually capable of picking up on things like the undead. But itâs probably that contaminated ecto you and him are covered in. Can I ask you about that, by the way?â
Contaminated Ecto? âWhatever do you mean by âcontaminatedâ? What is this ecto?â Phantom held his hand up and Damian watched, fascinated and horrified, as Lazarus water bled from his skin and rose into a ball. âThis is ectoplasm! Every ghost is made of it. Itâs our blood, flesh and atoms all in one. Judging by the look on your face youâve seen it before?â
Damian cleared his suddenly dry throat. âUh, yes. We call it Lazarus water, and it comes from Lazarus Pits.â Phantoms eyes narrowed. âPits? Like, a natural or artificial hole in the ground? It doesnât move or flow in and out? It just sits there?â Damian told him yes and explained the way the League used the Pits, the effects of being revived or healed by the water. By the end Phantoms carefree attitude had left and in its place was someone who held himself like a king.
âLet me put Velvet to bed.â He waved his hand and the gate and various toys began to float and put themselves away as he picked up Velvet and walked away. He was alone for a few minutes, watching as the toys stacked neatly in a toy box and thinking. There was a whole species of people made out of Lazarus Water. Ectoplasm. Pure ectoplasm. What heâd experienced, had contact with, was apparently so corrupted that Phantom had noticed it.
Phantom came back and sat next to him, running a hand through his hair. âOk, so; ectoplasm has a mind of its own. It connects with and enhances emotions. Thatâs why a lot of ghosts are angry or sad. Because the ectoplasm connects with the feelings they had when they were dying, and thatâs why ghosts are so emotional. Itâs all weâre made of. Some people donât become ghosts but their emotions do. We call those blob ghosts.â
Phantom looked disturbed. âEctoplasm canât just sit there or else itâll start to deteriorate, mold. Itâll become poisonous, borderline radioactive. It needs to be moving and connected with more ectoplasm to filter it out. Yes it does having insane healing properties but itâs not supposed to hurt you. Never supposed to hurt you. Again it has a mind of its own. Most ectoplasm wants to create new life, heal and help. If this Lazarus water is hurting people, itâs because it wants to. And thatâs really, really bad.â
âYou said it was boiling?â Damian nodded. âThatâs also not good. Ectoplasm is supposed to be cold. Thatâs why most people who contact ghosts feel cold or the temperature drop. Iâve never heard of ectoplasm boiling before.â Phantom looked very troubled. âYou said these pools are controlled by the League of Assassins?â At his nod he waved his hand and a small white circle appeared next to him.
Through the circle he could see only what appeared to be a bookshelf. Phantom traced the spine of a few before pulling one out and closing the circle, flipping through the book. Damian leaned over to read. It seemed to be a list of people. At first he didnât recognize them, but then the name The Sensei appeared at the top of a page labeled âThe Demons-Al Ghulâ
It was a family tree. One heâd seen and studied more than a million times. It showed his ancestors, great grandfather, Raâs, his Mother, Dusan, Nyssa, even Mara and Iâson. And him. Phantom pointed at his name. âIs this you?â He swallowed.
There wasnât any real point in lying. He already knew, but if his Father found out heâd get in trouble despite the recording showing Phantom had figured it out himself. âUh, yes. Yes it is.â Phantom nodded then flipped more pages before coming across a map. He folded the page out and Damian saw it was seven small but detailed maps. Maps of the locations of the Pits.
âHoly shit,â he muttered, âPhantom you can not let anyone find this book. If this got into the wrong handsââ Phantom laughed. âDonât worry, Damian. These kinds of books are only in the castle library. No one other than me and my family can get in there.â He flipped through a few more pages before coming across one with a sketch of the Lazarus Pits. Phantoms eyes scanned the pages quickly, growing more concerned the more he read.
âDo you have any of these symptoms? The anger, lost time and enhancement?â Damian bit his lip. âIâŚused to. The Pit rage and blackouts faded after time and I have no enhancement that I know of. But, one of my brothers, Jason ToddâŚâ Phantom muttered the name, opening another circle and pulling out another book. He flipped through it quicker than before and pointed at a page near the back.
âJason Peter Todd-Wayne?â Damian nodded. Phantom sighed again. âHeâs a revenant, an angry spirit that was put to rest and then forced back into life. Itâs no wonder these symptoms stuck with him; this Pit probably attached itself to his barely formed core. Itâs a miracle his bodyâs still functioning.â
âWhatâs a core?â Damian leaned over and red more names in the book, all unrecognizable. âA core is a ghosts soul. Each core has a sort of unique elemental power or structure to them. I have an ice core.â Phantom opened his hand and Damian watched as wisps of ice and snow rose out of his palm.
âOk, so; a ghosts age depends on how long theyâve been dead for and how developed their core is. So someone who dies at a hundred will suddenly become a newborn ghost. Ghosts get more powerful with time, and depending on how violently they died they might become newborn ghosts who are already really powerful. I was one of those instances.â
Phantom opened another circle and pulled out another book. âEvery new ghost will usually search for or be found by an older ghost whoâll become their caretaker or âparentâ. These ghosts are supposed to teach the new ghosts about their powers, what type of ghost they are, how their religious beliefs will affect their afterlife. I had a really, really old ghost named Clockwork.â
Phantom flipped through the pages again and showed him one. It seemed to be a medical diagram of a ghost. It was fascinating; they didnât appear to have muscles or organs, but rather this core acted as not only their stomach and heart but their brain. In fact their whole body seemed to be one big vein, the whole thing circulating this ectoplasm throughout it.
âFinding a new âparentâ is really, really important. Like I said before ghosts are nothing but emotions. So when we get lonely, itâs like a major depressive episode. We start hurting ourselves and others, we do things that go against our beliefs or moral codes, we do anything to bring any sort of attention to ourselves. Is this similar to anything Jason went through after being forced back?â
âI believe so? I donât know what he was really thinking, but he definitely did horrible things that he would never have done before.â Damian didnât miss the wording Phantom used. Forced. Todd didnât come back to life, he was dragged back. Raâs wanted to come back, his Father wanted to come back, he wanted to come back. But Todd had been put to rest somehow. Todd had moved on.
âIf Todd had moved on before being forced back, why would he react so violently? If heâd been at peace, why all the anger?â Phantom closed the book and pulled out another, flipping through it to another diagram, but this time it was of a core. It was cut up the way heâd seen cells be in schoolbooks. âI honestly donât entirely know, and I would have to see Jason or take him to one of my doctor's, but I think itâs because of the Pit.â
âAs I said, ectoplasm is slightly sentient. But if this Lazarus water is working the same way normal ectoplasm does but maliciously, then Jasonâs entire core might be made out of this corrupt ecto. It might have connected with one of his dying feelings, anger, and blew it out of proportion.â Damian bit the inside of his cheek. Todd would not be happy to learn his new soul is made out of mold and corruption. Heâd take it the completely wrong way.
âHow would we fix something like this? If a core is every organ, how would we get rid of the Lazarus water his very soul is now made of?â Phantom thought again. âMaybe we could flush it? Like, get him pills or an IV of pure ectoplasm and try to push it out. I donât really know, but I know a doctor who might.â Damian hesitated before speaking again.
ââŚWould the Lazarus water fight back? Is it sentient enough to do that? What if by doing this it inadvertently harms him?â Phantoms made a displeased sound. He snapped the book closed and put it back in the portal before turning to him. âI donât know, but I can find out. The book said thereâs one of theses Pits in the Batcave, is that true?â He saw where this was going.
âMy father would never let you in,â he started, âBut you can bring me some.â Phantom finished. âI can get you some transport-safe tubes from one of my doctors, and they can look it over and find out how it works. If we find out a way to purify it, we may be able to use that to purify all the pits.â It was optimistic, but hell, he could use some hope in his life. And if he got caught, the mask footage would be his saving grace.
âIf it is for the purpose of curing Todd of his Pit madness, then I will do whatever needs to be done. Where will you get these containers?â Phantom smiled and opened another portal, this time showing what looked like a laboratory table filled with beakers and containers with a green tint. Phantom grabbed five vials with stoppers and tongs. He handed them to him, and then grabbed a rack and gave him that as well.
âWant me to open one to the Batcave?â âIf you wouldnât mind.â Thatâll make it far easier to get to and from, and lessen his chances of getting caught. Phantom stood and opened a much larger white circle, and it showed the closely guarded Lazarus Pit that was deep in the cave. He quickly filled the vials and went back in the apartment. âWhat now?â Phantom secured the tops with ice before replying, âNow I take this to the Far Frozen. Thatâs where the best doctors in the Infinite Realms are, theyâre a group of Yetis.â
âHow long will it take you? How long will it take for them to test it?â âI donât know,â Phantom opened a larger portal, showing a frozen tundra. There seemed to be a large cave of ice in the distance. âBut Iâll be back as soon as possible. Weâll find a way to get rid of the Lazarus Pits, and purify your brother. I promise.â He said it with such certainty and confidence that for a second Damian fully believed him.
In a flash of white Phantomâs hair had turned a snow white and his eyes Lazarusâectoplasm green. He was wearing a black suit similar to a superheroâs with white gloves and boots, and he had what looked to be a crown of northern lights. He had a white cape thatâs inside showed stars, and the absolute power he radiated almost knocked Damian down. Phantom smiled at him, reassuringly and calm, then stepped into the portal. It closed without a sound, and Damian was left with his thoughts.
#damian wayne x danny fenton#damian x danny#dead serious#ghost king danny#dc x dp crossover#damian wayne#danny phantom#Aw hell yeah WORLDBUILDING BABY#No dead serious in the actual mini fic but I wanted it to be an endgame#I might continue this? But you totally can if you want!#Please continue this#I have#So many fics
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Danny, 15 and thoroughly done with everyone's crap, steals the Crown of Fire and the Skeleton Key and uses the later to find a suitable new High King for the Infinite Realms. The key (also known as Deaths kay) acted like a sort of Infi-map but lacked the limitations of needing a natural portal to spawn in that time/location and could get you past any wards/protections no mater how powerful.
The key spawns him just in front of the form of a sleeping Jason Todd, and Danny decided he wasn't going to question the magical keys judgment and just plops the crown on a bleary and startled Jasons head.
The crown burned for this guy, signaling that it found him worthy and that was more than enough for Danny.
With no context whatsoever, Danny looked Jason in the eye, burning neon green meeting with wide greenish blue, "You're our king now."
Then he vanished.
Jason later finds that the Lazarus entity left behind a handmade pamphlet. It was immensely unhelpful.
#dpxdc#fanfiction prompts#prompts#jason todd#danny fenton#danny phantom#batman#dcxdp#dc#dp#red hood#ghost king jason todd#halfa jason todd#halfa red hood#danny is hoping that the new king will make his job easier#or if hes really lucky he'll make dannys job unnecessary and danny can be left alone to do normal teen things#please hes so tired
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Prompt 187
Clockwork would openly admit that he couldnât see Dannyâs timelines. Not since the moment he stepped into that portal and became something more. A child of Infinity, of the very Realms itself.Â
But heâll also admit that it always meant that the child surprised him all the time. This just happened to be a startling surprise, and an admittedly amusing one, even if Danny was openly complaining about the situation.Â
âItâs not fair! You have to be able to fix this, right? Right?!â the ghostling, quite literally now, practically yanked at his cloak. âClockwork, I was going to graduate, I canât be two! Please, youâre the master of Time, you can fix this right!?âÂ
No, no he could not, seeing as young Daniel was in fact, immune to timeline machinations, doubly so for his own. To the ghostlingâs open distress, which he did his best to soothe. What he could do instead, was stop time in his home dimension, and instead let him age back up again.Â
Which the young halfa wasnât happy about, but it was the best thing they had, so Clockwork supposed he had a ghostling now. A tiny adorable ghostling who kept pouting each time his much younger body had any sort of effect on his behavior.Â
Heâd never exactly had a ghostling before, nevermind one who was part human, but he would admit he honestly was enjoying it. Most time was spent alone, something he hadnât realized until Danny ended up crashing into his unlife.Â
Honestly he would openly admit that he absolutely adored his little ghostling. Who was now around four, at least physically, and had gotten into the adorable habit of curling up in the pendulum in his chest. Which was honestly the safest spot in Long Now, heâd admit.Â
The singular issue however, with this habit, was that when someone attempted to summon him, they got his ghostling as well. And well, normally he could very much control himself for these summonings that happened every few hundred or so years, but well. There was a reason why even the Observants had stopped popping in the moment they realized he had a ghostling.Â
Nesting ghosts do not mess around should they feel one is messing with their very vulnerable child, and really itâs not his fault the mortal cultists woke up and startled Danny. Perhaps deleting them from the timeline was a bit too far, if the other mortals rapid paling was to go by, but oh well.Â
#Prompts#Dcxdp#Dpxdc#Danny is so embarrassed the first time he accidentally calls Clockwork father#Clockwork on the other hand was utterly delighted and treasures that moment forever#Space core Danny#I just think itâs poetic of him being Space and CW being Time#JL & JL Dark arriving just in time to see idiots summon the âRealm Regentâ are freaking out#Danny was Napping and isnât pleased to be woken up#But then his toddler-influenced brain notices Bright Colors and also sees STARS out the window and gets excited#Yes a few Observants got killed by a very unhappy Clockwork who might have unchained himself since he now has something besides himself#Yes Danny is technically 17 and 4 and hundreds of years old all at once#But Mr Time-shifting form CW does not mind nor care lol#No Danny is not ghost king#Nor will he ever be ghost king#CW is regent because his husband (they never finished that divorce) is in a sarcophagus of sleep rn
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Certainly an idea that happened while resting from comms
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Ride or Die and Beyond
Jason Todd, at 15, panicked and tired, didn't know what to make of the situation he was in.
Jason Todd, at 13, was oblivious to his best friend, who was, by all means, just as much of a medical professional as Leslie. That totally wasn't concerning.
Oblivious to how he'd always have a copy of Pride and Prejudice on hand whenever Jason was feeling stressed. Oblivious to dancing shadows and tricks of the light that lead him to hidden clues at crime scenes. But he was aware of the promise to be each other's ride or die when they had to beat up older Gotham Academy students that tried bashing them for not being from rich families.
Jason Todd, at 15, was aware that changed when it was his turn to tend to his friend who got a high fever. He had Alfred rush them to Leslie's and stuck by his side because he knew his friend was afraid of hospitals and needles. He held his friend's hand tight and squeezed to remind him that he was there.
They made jokes about how they couldn't avoid each other even in death. That's when it becomes Ride or Die and Beyond. Then he died. Screaming for his friend and for his dad. Jason Todd, at 15, has never failed to grasp that he couldn't get rid of his friend even if he wanted to. It was fucking annoying... and endearing.
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Danny Fen Nightingale, at 15, never thought he'd be fighting back an assassin lady with a shovel in front of his best friend's grave. He's been feeling off for months. His grief over his friend felt... wrong? Something was happening. No, something was bound to happen. He couldn't explain it until a green sticky note told him to take a little walk down memory lane within Gotham. He dug up some flowers he was growing and stopped by a tool shop to get a bigger shovel to get the flowers closer to his best friend. As close as they could. But someone beat him there. Someone new? No, he knew this feeling. The unknown, the feeling that someone was watching whenever he visited. He failed to crack her upside the head for attending without flowers. But he felt the shift, somethi- time, time decided to set things right. ---- Talia was caught between a sense of shock and pride that the friend of her beloved's ward nearly got the jump on her. She wouldn't deny that it was within her expectation, though. The boy's steps were so light, she would've been hit if he wielded with less drag, something lighter. With the way the boy dodged and weave from her blows, she was ecstatic to see a dagger in his hands. Is this how the boy felt when he slipped out of here mentioning a 2 for one deal? It was only after her beloved's ward crawled out of his grave that the boy let his guard down so slightly while blocking her off from him. The boy lasted without her training. She was sure he had training of some kind, and yet his form was lax. So nimble, so adaptable.
Of course, she made quick work of the two and covered their tracks before making her escape.
Were her maternal instincts activating again? ----
She wasn't sure how to define her relationship with Danyal. The boy has finally seen the effort to correct her and Damien as pointless after months of being here. Yet, he's displayed a strength she hasn't seen in knocking down her father and dragging him through a brighter glowing Lazarus pit for "paperwork". She may not be sure of what or where her father was, but Danyal has ensured his good health with a devilish grin and that he never laid another hand on him. She was positive he was being tortured in a way the soft-hearted boy deemed fitting. But was he another son? He didn't seem opposed to the idea after her insistence to be trained and grimaced at being in a room with them for too long as he said they stink. He visits 3-4 times a week to ensure her beloved's war- Jason was good in his recovery.
She found herself agreeing with Jason less and less as the boy began turning red after they shared the night he was first back in his right mind crying and holding the other close. But Jason assures her that he's just his best friend... Maybe Danyal couldn't be her son. But he could be her son-in-law.
She wasn't against that.
She also wasn't against the glances she shared more often with Damien as two interacted. They grew closer in discussion of how Danyal fell first, but Jason was falling harder. Then there was this Roy character she's been hearing about more. She couldn't wait to take pleasure in Jason's reaction of his love interests assassinating the so-called Prince of Crime. It warmed her heart that they involved her in strategizing and cleaning up. They also seemed to be reaching a similar affection.
Now she and Damien just need to get Jason to realize he has two boyfriends. Oh, the struggle of motherhood.
#dpxdc#dc x dp crossover#ghost king danny#clueless#jason todd#talia al ghul#clockwork#damian al ghul#roy harper#This was supposed to be silly crack#I can't write silly shit without angst apparently#Damn it#crack treated seriously#I need a guide to write crack without a feeling deepdive#There's no saving my sorry ass#I'll try harder next time#i prommy#But I got us back on the crack track#Please say that counts for something#red hood#danny phantom#arsenal#Yes#these bitches crazy#these bitches gay#these bitches crazy and gay#mmm#polyamory#Mom Talia#She loves her sons in law
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